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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Future Plans

Pairing: Dark Steve Rogers x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Steve has a desire to have a family and you’re no one to stop him.

WARNINGS: Non-con; Implied Kidnapping; Forced Pregnancy.

AN: First time writing non-con, so let me know how this is. This is a small gift for reaching 900 followers, thank you guys! Please, reblog and give me feedback.

“No! Stop it!” you cry out but to no avail. Steve keeps fucking you against the matress with rough thrusts, his pelvis hitting your own in a painful way that makes you squeal.

You’re dry as a desert and it only makes your pain worse, his massive cock drilling your weak pussy. His hands hold down your wrists, his handsome face contorted with wicked pleasure as his sweat drips down to your face.

The bed squeaks with every movement, continuously hitting the wall behind it. The tears keep wetting your face as you’re unable to control yourself. You hate him so much, you just want him to leave you alone.

“Oh, fuck, I’m getting so close.” he groans, eyes rolling with satisfaction. Steve tries to kiss you, but you turn your head so his lips kiss your skin instead, sucking and spreading his disgusting saliva all over you.

“I’m gonna give you a kid, how about that?” he grunts, moving a hand to grab your face, forcing you to stare at him. Horror fills every inch of your body, the little hope you had for yourself starting to disappear.

“No, no…” you regain energy as you strongly try to push Steve away from you. A child is the least thing you need right now.

He only chuckles, followed by a moan and he thrusts into you harder, eyes glinting with intense emotion. Lust, madness.

“You’re gonna be so heavy with my kid that you won’t be able to stand properly, much less run away. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you. Fuck, yes.” Steve mutters, his thrusts getting more erratic and violent as he keeps talking.

“I’ll always keep you pregnant, heavy and full of my babies. That’s going to be so nice, isn’t it?” tears keep running down your face and you’re not sure if it’s because of his aggressive way of fucking you or because of deranged his plans.

He fucks you relenlessly until he suddenly halts, a loud moan escaping his lips as the buries his face on your face. Steve crashes down on top of you, his weight making it harder for you to breathe but he doesn’t seem to notice you trying to get away from him.

Instead, he kisses your neck and takes a deep breath, pushing his cock until you can’t take more of him. Some white cum drips down your pussy and down your thighs, the feeling is gross and you can’t wait to clean it all.

He seems to have read your mind because he hugs you, twisting your body so that you’re caged back into his arms, his cock still buried inside you.

“No cleaning, babe, we gotta make sure it sticks. We should have a little one in nine months.” Steve declares, tilting his hips upwards, as he kisses the top of your sweaty head.

You close your eyes, hoping to wake up next morning and find out it’s all just a big nightmare.

It’s not and in nine months, you find yourself holding a tiny baby as Steve fervoulsy kisses your forehead, thanking you for giving him such a beautiful bundle of joy.

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thefiery-phoenix · 9 months

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YANDERE TONY STARK HEADCANONS

Tony as a yandere would be calculating, EXTREMELY possessive, a manipulative and obsessive one too and it's all for the best in his eyes

He'd first meet you at a party or something like that. You weren't like those other types of people, shallow and self centered. The way you just... blended with the flow and you were super chill about it was intriguing to him. So he came up to you and when you suddenly tripped on your shoe lace/ heel, he caught you by our waist as you spilled your drink on him . You apologized profusely and grabbed a few tissues from somewhere and offered to help him but he just brushed it off telling you it was no problem

May or may not send JARVIS to spy on you just to know 'if your safe of not' and heck, he'll even find a way to hack into ALL your accounts you never told a single soul about and YES that even includes that Wattpad and Tumblr account too. He'll keep track of all your social media and if he sees anyone trying to flirt with you or something, he'll either end up blocking them or send JARVIS or his Iron Legion or deal with those clowns. He needs his daily dosage of hourly updates on you so he knows you're safe or he'll freak

He knows you like the back of his hand and probably much more than you know about yourself. He can read you like an open book, always calculating and interpreting your next move

He tries being subtle with you first, trying to gain and get your attention with gifts and all that romantic shit, but he grows puzzled and confused when you keep on rejecting him. He gets upset and startled when you call him a 'Playboy' and he'll do something completely IRRATIONAL like kidnapping you. Ah yes, the most easiest way to deal with problems when it comes to yanderes

But he'll never yell or raise his hands on you and make you do things you aren't comfortable with. He has a lot of respect for you and literally DROWNS in his respect women juice. He will spoil you rotten till no ends. Want that new book series that got released? Don't worry, he's already called ahead and made sure those guys have a separate stock ready for you. Want your favorite snack? It's already there sitting beside your bed table

When you act up or try running away from him, he'll be heartbroken and disappointed like a dad. He'll restrict you from using your favorite items for a while and then he'll just cuddle you and kiss you saying he really loves you and not to scare him or do something like that again

If someone tries harming you that fool who decided to do something as stupid and dangerous as that would literally pay with their lives no joke. He'll be bashing them up till they bleed and after he's done torturing them, he'll kill them. No one messes with the love of his life and TF away with it

Man has ABSOLUTE power that can even ruin people's lives if necessary

Just listen to him before he does something really irrational like killing your friends because they're ''taking'' you away from him

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black-aurora-nora · 2 years

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Irreplaceable | Yandere!Avengers x Reader

You tediously dusted off the empty bookshelf spaces, balancing on a sliding ladder.

Once you were happy with your work, you slid to the next bookshelf, dusting the vacant area as you hummed along with a song that was playing through a speaker at the front of your library.

Just as you were about to slide to the next bookshelf, something jerked it to a stop and you glanced down.

"Don't fall now." Blue eyes stared back into yours and you smiled.

"Hey, Steve, I didn't hear you come in." You greeted happily, climbing down to hug him.

He gladly returned the hug, "So, did you get my text? You never responded."

You paused, gasping when you suddenly remembered, "Oh, yeah, you did message me.". A sad smile appeared on your lips, "I'm sorry, Steve, I can't. You know I'm busy with this place."

His eyes squinted ever so slightly, a tight smile on his face, "But you're always busy with this place. You deserve one night out to have fun."

You shrugged, "Taking care of these books is fun, Steve. And besides, I can't just take a break. My parents passed this place down to me as a trusted protector of the knowledge that resides in each of these books," You explained for the umpteenth time. This library was a huge honor and responsibility for you, it only made sense that you took it so seriously.

Steve sighed, "I know, I know. You're right. I'm sorry for pressuring you."

"It's fine, Steve. Look, if everyone wants to hang out, we could always hang out here in the library and..." You trailed off, looking through your schedule on your phone for next week, "I should be free next Thursday if I can get a family member down here to watch the books."

Steve visibly brightened at that, "That'll work! I'll make sure to text everyone."

That Thursday, you were invited for a night of hanging out at the Avengers Tower. Thankfully, you were able to get a cousin to watch the books for you while you took a break.

When the elevator doors opened, you were met with only smiles.

Everyone was here. Tony, Steve, Clint, Natasha, Bruce, even Thor; which you were actually surprised about.

"Ah, the bibliophile graces us with their presence." Tony announced, a drink already in his hand.

"It's nice to see you too, Tony." You chuckled.

Once all the formalities were out of the way, you all got to eating dinner. As you chatted, the subject of your library quickly came to light, much to your annoyance.

"So, (Y/N)," Bruce started, "How's the library?"

"Great." You answered, short and simple.

He nodded at that, glancing towards everyone else and then back at you, "Does it ever get boring? Are you happy, I mean?"

You frowned slightly at how he worded his question and shrugged nonchalantly, "Yeah, I love keeping the library. It's quiet, sure, but I've always loved the quiet."

Your answer was honest, as always, but none of them seemed to be happy with it. It was almost like they wanted you to not be happy with where you were in your life.

"Really? You don't want a bigger room at least?"

You lived in a one-room space that was converted into a bedroom above the very library that was handed down to you. It was ridiculously small, but you loved how cozy it was.

"No, I'm fine with the space." Wanting to change the subject you quickly asked, "Anyone down for a nightly stroll through the park?"

No one said anything. You were only met with strange silence and disappointed stares. It appeared that they didn’t want you to change the subject.

"Why is everyone being so awkward towards me?" You decided to ask directly.

No one said anything at first and you glanced at each of them. What had you done to make them feel this way towards you?

Tony threw his hands in the air, "I can't do this anymore." He stared right at you, "(Y/N), why won't you live here at the tower with us?"

You closed your eyes with a long, tired sigh, "Tony, please don't bring this back up-"

"Why not? What's stopping your from living here?" Natasha butted in.

"You've discussed this with everyone else too?" You asked Tony, clearly unimpressed with his actions.

"Well, yeah. They live here too, had to make sure they were cool with it." You didn't like how he was speaking as if you'd accepted his offer. As if you hadn't told him no in the past when he'd asked you about living in the tower.

At the questioning gazes piercing your soul, you decided you'd had enough and stood up.

"Let me explain this to you all; I have no interest in living here at the tower. I want to stay at the library and keep the books as my family has done for many, many generations. Do not ask me about living at the tower anymore."

Tony crossed his arms, "So you'll choose a bunch of dusty books over us?"

"Tony!" Steve scolded, but it didn't look like he cared.

"People would kill to live here, (Y/N), and you want to sit in some tiny library filled with books that hold little value? I mean, you look stupid!" He argued harshly and you gaped at him.

How could he say such things?

"I’m not choosing over anything or anyone. Those books may not mean anything to you, but they mean everything to me, asshole. And if this is what you think of something that's special to me, then we can't be friends." You snapped at the rest of them, "And you guys are assholes for not respecting my choices!"

"Young (Y/N), we are only looking out for you-"

You let out a long groan, "If you aren't going to listen to me and respect my wishes, I'm leaving." You declared, promptly walking away from the table and to the elevators.

"(Y/N)-" Clint started to follow you but Tony stopped him.

"No, no, just let her go." You heard Tony say.

Just as the elevator doors closed, you froze at what Tony said next.

"She'll be back."

When you got home and went to bed, you didn't sleep too well.

What Tony had said and how everyone else had reacted didn't sit right with you.

None of them made any effort to correct Tony except Steve and even his attempt seemed half-assed.

Why did they want you to live at the tower so badly? Why couldn't they just respect that you were happy where you were? That these books were more than just books? As if you couldn't possibly know what you really wanted?

For the whole year that you'd known each other, you never told them that you yearned for the lavish life. Hell, you never once complained about having to be the new bookkeeper for your family's library. Sure, you had bad days, but who didn't have bad days?

Deciding to try and put the past behind you, you rolled over and fell asleep.

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A pounding knock from your library's front door jolted you from your deep slumber.

You clambered out of bed and went to your small window, peaking through the blinds to see multiple SHIELD vehicles parked outside in no particular order.

There were dozens of men and women, all dressed in agent uniforms, standing outside the vehicles or sitting inside them, waiting.

You quickly made your way downstairs to your library and unlocked the front doors.

"Phil Coulson, I work with SHIELD and we've received numerous tips that your library is holding confidential and dangerous information for HYDRA." The man, Phil, introduced professionally. "SHIELD has now taken custody of your books for further investigation into the matter."

"Wait, what?!" You exclaimed, "You can't just-just take my books! These books have been passed down through several generations!" You tried to explain.

Two agents stepped up, "Please step aside, (Y/N), you don't have ownership of this library anymore and are thereby trespassing."

"I..." You trailed off, watching as numerous agents shuffled into your library and began to shove your precious books into duffle bags. "Stop! I don't have any HYDRA info! Please put the books back!" You cried.

Just as the two agents from before were about to grab you, a familiar voice stopped them in their action.

"Hold on, we've got them!"

Steve and Clint quickly came up, worried eyes and all. But despite the worry, there was a small glint of guilt that you quickly picked up on.

And then everything clicked as soon as you picked up on it.

"You motherfuckers!" You screamed harshly, stepping right up to them with an ugly glare. "Where the fuck is Tony? Tell him to give me my fucking library back! Right now!" You knew that he had something to do with this.

Steve held his hands up carefully, "(Y/N), Tony doesn't have command over SHIELD. Why don't you come with us to cool down?" He offered gently, Clint nodded along.

You didn't move, eyes flicking between the two, "I'm not going anywhere with you guys. I want my library back!"

Clint stepped up, "We can't do that. It would just be best if you came back to the tower with us. We can take care of you now since you don't have really have a place to stay anymore." There was a strange, inappropriately placed happiness in his voice when he said that.

You paused.

Your lips trembled and your eyes began to water.

You could feel your throat getting tight.

Steve was quick to try and give you comfort, but you slapped his hand away as if it burned.

"Get away from me! You guys ruined everything!" You sobbed.

The sorrow you felt was far too painful. It didn't couple well with the anger that was bubbling inside you.

And that definitely didn't mix well with the sight of your precious books being taken out by the duffel bag and stuffed into black cars.

You'd had to prove yourself for years before your parents finally deemed you worthy of being the next protector of the library. You'd never be able to face them now.

In a matter of 12 hours, you lost something incredibly important to you.

All because of your ex-friends who failed to understand that you had your own life and responsibilities.

Something in you broke and you lunged at whoever was standing closest to you, which happened to be Steve.

You fought and screamed with all your might, not caring or noticing that your hits and scratches did little to nothing to Steve’s seemingly impenetrable skin.

And though you weren’t doing anything to him physically, it did seem that he was bothered by you attacking him in such an angry manner.

“(Y/N), (Y/N)-please calm dow-it’s okay!” He gripped you arms to your body to hold you still, barely caring as you kicked and thrashed and cursed in teary frustration, “We’ve got you now, you’re okay.”

You weren’t listening anymore. You couldn’t hear anything other than your own sobbing.

Your life was ruined.

“Steve, I don’t think she’s gonna calm down. I’ll just signal Natasha.” Clint said, muttering something to his earpiece.

You were held as still as possible and felt a small sting in your neck.

It wasn’t long before your thrashing slowed to a stop and your vision went black.

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yandere-wishes · 3 months

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When you're a Robotics major and you want to quite...but you remember why you started in the first place~♥️

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2kiran · 6 months

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MULTI YANDERE 香菸 ── `` amab reader. suggestive.

sparring with SLASHER!YANDERE . . . he's personally training you in case you need to defend yourself when he somehow can't be there. his foot sweeps your ankles, ending with you on your back and with him in your lap.

his hand secures your wrists, panting through his mask. "fuck..." you grunt from the impact of the fall, but he's more 'worried' about something else. "(name)..." he laughs, "are you hard?" he subtly rocks his hips. "wha– no. it's just–" he grounds himself down on you. "just what? don't tell me fighting's got you all excited."

you shake your head, face warming. "t'awww, it's okay, baby. you can tell me. you like this, don't you?" he grinds against you again, grinning. his tone was teasing, almost like he was scolding you for it. "'s okay. 'm not mad, sweet thing. let me help you, yeah?"

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yoongsisbae · 1 year

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Stories by Member

JJK

Not a Creature was Stirring You wake up Christmas Eve night not to find Santa, but to find a man cold and shivering on your front porch. Clothes tattered, cuts on his body, out in the snow. You find out he’s not as helpless as he appears. Kind of cute, kind of scary, very buff Jungkook Fantasy AU. Spring Day Still with You [Sequel to Not a Creature was Stirring] You ran away from the cold, Jungkook ran with you, warming each other’s hearts. But within the cycle of life, there is death, and as spring blooms, the blood still lays soaked in the dirt. You ran and they chased. Hybrid!Jungkook.

Banana Milk It’s Jungkook’s Birthday, will he get his birthday wish?

The Fantasy You and your boyfriend try out a new form of role play, but it just keeps going wrong…

I Didn’t Mean It, I Still Love You Yoongi made a mistake, will you forgive him? Or is it too late?

Ddak-ji SLAP Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Campfire Burning A steamy fic inspired by a certain vlive.

Seven Days a Week Every day, Jungkook shows you his devotion, deeper than the ocean. Seven different scenarios, seven days a week. idol!jungkook x noona!reader

Go Home, You're Drunk! - 75% “Who…are…you…” “Your worst nightmare, sweetheart.” “Really? Because you look like you belong in a boyband.” whacky and dark & for all the girlies who love an unhinged yandere character

The Snap - 70% The only surviving member of BTS, it takes Jungkook five years to find happiness again. And then life snapped back. What is Jungkook going to do now?

KTH

Christmas with a Vampire There once was a time when holidays were warm and special, Taehyung remembers. To you, even in his coldness, Taehyung is all you need for Christmas. Cyber-punk futuristic AU with a self-hating vampire Tae.

BTS Song Fic (Blue and Grey) Sad song. Sad story. Sad author. Happy reader?

V is for Villain 1 / 2 / 3 - 90% What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you. Superclumsysuperhero!RMverse AU.

PJM

Christmas Mass Every Sunday, like clockwork, as designed and ordained, you sit quietly. Pray. Christmas mass comes, tonight your congregation dresses beautifully, like ornaments placed in a row right in front of God. Your priest, stands at the head like an angel atop the tree, commanding and pious and hauntingly handsome. Red. You’re a good faithful girl. You were taught to be, punished to be. You pray for respite, for something more than the condemnation this cold and icy town bestows upon you. Sinners. The coldness permeates your bones, you’re always scared. Tainted. Terrified of sin, terrified by your thoughts for your priest. Sacrilegious. This Christmas prayers are answered by no God. Demon AU. Dark smut.

You Asked for Help, He Asked Your Name You ran away from your responsibilities, but they caught you and tried to lay claim to your body. If your life was never going to be yours anyways, you decided might as well give it away and make a deal. fairyprince!Jimin

KNJ

Your Friendly Neighborhood Superhero, RM Best friends 2 Lovers. Idiots 2 Lovers. Lovers 2 Enemies? This is a different kind of superhero story ;) Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! You visit your hometown during the holidays. You and your childhood friend Joon reminisce and you learn more about your smooth tech talker business partner Yoongi. Can he win you over once and for all? Set in Super Clumsy Super Hero RM universe. Extended Scene: The Mind Reader, The Telekinetic and The Closet just silly and raunchy and ridiculous, dirty thoughts...it goes there. V is for Villain 1 / 2 / 3 - 90% What does it mean to be a villain? What does it really mean to be a vigilante? A vanquisher of evil, or a victor for the good? Stories praise the fall of devils, cheer at the marvels of the virtuous, and forget the victorious tell a version conveniently veiling their own atrocities. Evilness was once the brightest star in heaven. And goodness, well, morality can so often be contentious. This time, there is the hero with the strength of a hundred men, there is the villain that can vanish his vulnerabilities in a very instant, and then there’s you.

I Appreciate Your Apology A Christmas party has you on thin ice with your favorite dom. Daddy Joon appreciates your apology, but does he accept it? daddydom!Joon smut, PWP, filth, aka Joon edging you until you see sleighbells.

Cold Feet You don’t want to get married anymore, what does Namjoon want?

JHS

Day Dream The days are hotter, the nights are hotter too. You sleep, restless. Tired, you sleep more, you sleep and you dream and you meet the dream walker and things somehow become even steamier. Sandman!Hoseok Dream Analysis / Alternate Ending

Disco Winter Ball You and your friend Hoseok are best friend buddies going on a date to the annual disco winter ball. But it’s not a date date, okay? You and Hoseok just love music and you love dancing and Hoseok loves watching you dance. Wait not love, not in that way! A friendly love. Just friends. Just two friends who drink a little too much eggnog. HOAL couple holiday special

I Thought You Were Mine? Drunk arguing leads to drunk fuc–

MYG

The Woman with the Black Cat on Her Shoulder Fearful, they buried them, stomped them into the dirt. Underneath their boot, scared men were unaware the seeds of hope had planted by their own volition. From the dirt and grime, grew flowers, blooms so tall, eclipsing their hatred. You were strong and unwilling to be cut down any more. Shapeshiftercat!yoongi.

Yoongi is a Rock That’s it. That’s the plot. Yoongi is a rock. Audio Ver. by the talented @voice-over-ff

I Didn’t Mean It, I Still Love You Yoongi made a mistake, will you forgive him? Or is it too late?

Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! You visit your hometown during the holidays. You and your childhood friend Joon reminisce and you learn more about your smooth tech talker business partner Yoongi. Can he win you over once and for all? Set in Super Clumsy Super Hero RM universe.

King of Corruption [Sequel to Christmas Mass] The organ player takes his time with you, holding you and caressing your body while you sleep, until you can’t discern your dreams from your reality. A king and a sleeping beauty, his name leaves your lips like a prayer, prostated at his feet in blind reverence…the perfect position for him to corrupt and defile you. Demon AU. Dark smut.

KSJ

The Flower Bridge You couldn’t, you didn’t want to, not anymore, the pain was too much, you wanted it to end, so you visited the bridge. Standing at the highest point, the wind stung, but your problems were bigger, your pain was stronger than the whipping air and your anguish deeper than the water below. Tethered in the center, connecting the place you came from and the place you were going, you found another type of bridge and he found you. Ghost!Seokjin.

Meet Cute, Time Loop A story where Seokjin loves you before you love him before he loves you.

Ddak-ji SLAP Jungkook, Seokjin, and you decide to play a game…and then you fu-

Seokjin’s Ho Ho Ho Your boyfriend surprises you with a Christmas dinner on the beach, things get a little steamy, candy canes get sucked, peppermint liquor might be involved, there is definitely some questionable Santa Costume attire, and lots of jolly lovin’! HOAL couple holiday special.

Christmas Lights Out! Agust D vs RM Super Hero Christmas Special! Extended Scene: The Mind Reader, The Telekinetic and The Closet just silly and raunchy and ridiculous, dirty thoughts...it goes there.

Gangnam Girlfriend: Korea’s #1 Celebrity Dating Show with your Host, International Super Star, Jin Welcome to Gangnam Girlfriend! Where Korea’s top eligible singles fight for a chance at love! You're supposed to be playing the dating game right? Not sneaking off in the middle of the night with the show’s host to watch the stars and talk about all your lost love connections, cuddling under a blanket. And even if the choice is clear, Kim Seokjin can't date you, the reason you joined is because you wanted a public relationship, and Jin could neverrr. Even though he wants to finally settle down! But Hybe wouldn't let him join as a contestant so he took the next best thing instead, our story's beloved host, yet now he's regretting his decision as he watches the girl he is starting to fall for fall for someone else, oh no! Meet the Cast / Epi1 - 85%

OT7

SERIES

Bon Voyage: Into the Sea [Fantasy AU] A storm capsized your boat and looks like you were the only survivor. Somehow you made it to shore, but where? Stranded, you suddenly find out you are not alone, and now you’re stuck in the middle of a centuries old conflict between 7 monsters. Member Imagines /Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 - 5% / ?

Handshakes of a Lifetime [Soulmate AU] …the meeting room is getting closer and closer, basking you and those around you in warm light, and you think about all the internet comments people write about this kind of moment, “she must have saved a country in her past life to experience this.” Playlist / Ch1 / Drabble - JJK / Ch2 / Ch3 / X-mas - JHS / Ch4 / X-mas - KSJ / Ch5 / Ch6 / Ch7 / Ch8 / Ch9 / Ch10 - 10% / ?

Caught! House of Cards [Yandere AU] You needed money. The pandemic offered little options. So you joined a website to make some quick and easy cash. Men paying to look at you, harmless fun, right? It was a decision you didn’t think too much about, you just wanted an income again. Little did you know how dangerous the members of House of Cards were. You weren’t prepared for the consequences of your actions. Watch out! Houses built with cards come tumbling down… Profiles / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 / Ch4 / Xmas Drabble - KTH / Ch5 - 90% / ?

Run Run Run [Zombie Apocalypse AU Slow Burn] A zombie apocalypse breaks out and you’re stuck on a plane with none other than…BTS! Oh, you thought because you were an Army that would help you survive? Girl think again. Member Poll / Seoul Flow / Yangyang Living / Seoul Town Road / Hwarang Freestyle / Seoul Close / Samsung State of Mind - 5% / The Big Hit Break In! - TBA / ?

T H E T A K E O V E R [BTS Apocalypse / Dystopian AU Thriller] The recruits of Bangtan Academy were trained to be super soldiers, to be the strongest, fastest, most cunning fighters in the world. Now they are being put to the test! You were at the bottom of your class, but you noticed the cracks in the system first, what are you going to do? Run or try to save the world Prequel / Ch1 / Ch2 / Ch3 - 78% / ?

DRABBLES

BTS (as kisses) / BTS (as holidays) / BTS (as drinks)

BTS Cheering You Up While Studying Korean

MASTERLISTS

Naughty Girl Christmas BTS X-MAS Masterlist

Spring Fling Fantasy Stories that Bloom Masterlist

BTS Supers RM Verse Masterlist (coming soon…)

Original Masterlist

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maria-tries-to-write · 1 year

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Being betrothed to Aemond Targaryen would include:

A/N: I’m coming to the conclusion that there’s no way I can write something simple and short. Also, reblogs and comments are appreciated!

SUMMARY: A glimpse of the beginnings of your marriage with our lovely eye-patch maniac.

WR: f!reader, abusive relationship, yandere!aemond, mutilation, dragons, kidnapping, murder, forced marriage and misogyny. I tagged this with TW so you can avoid this kind of content.

WORDS: + 3.1k

There’s only two scenarios where Aemond Targaryen would accept being betrothed to someone:

First case scenario: it will bring him benefits.

Second case scenario: he is completely obsessed with you; and unfortunately, it is the second option.

His obsession would kick at first sight.

Maybe he spotted you while touring trough King’s Landing; maybe he caught you sneaking out of a ball; or he saw you at the Street Silk, who knows!

The fact is, when Aemond got his eye on you, there’s no turning back.

It doesn’t matter if you are a noble, royal or even a commoner; damn, even if you were a whore, he would pull his strings to set your marriage as soon as possible.

Everyone that would go against him, conveniently disappeared or were properly bribed.

In conclusion, there’s nothing stopping your marriage, and Aemond couldn’t be more delighted.

You and your family were very surprised to receive a raven from the Queen herself, inviting you to visit the Red Keep; and not thinking twice, you were already packing your things to meet the royal family.

When you got off the carriage, you were shocked to see prince Aemond himself waiting for your arrival at the Keep’s doors.

He didn’t hesitate to take your hand and place a kiss on its back, while keeping the eye contact.

“Delighted to formally meet you, my Lady.”

You were taken aback by his flirtatious behavior, but the same could not be said about your family, which were marveled by the prospect of their daughter getting the attention of a prince.

So, during the small council, there was little convincing to make your parents agree with a betrothal between you and Aemond.

Seeing your uneasiness, the eye-patched prince put a reassuring hand above yours, while offering you a gentle smile, which were not able to calm your nerves down.

At first, the prince would do anything to win you over: he would gift you with books he have read, the most expensive jewelry or even dresses with the assistance of his mother.

However, there was not enough books, jewelry or dresses that could brush off the creepy vibe the one-eyed prince gave you.

It felt as if he was constantly observing you, which was true, but you didn’t knew it yet.

Everywhere you went, you could feel his cold stare on your back. Even at your sleep, you could sense a presence inside your bed chambers, watching you sleeping.

It was at one night that you finally caught him: he was laying at your side, curling one of your locks between his fingers, while intensely observing at your sleeping form.

You wanted to scream, but Aemond rapidly shushed you, caressing your terrified face:

“Shhh… there’s no need to be afraid, my love. I’m only taking care of you.”

Aemond lulled you back to slumber, but you were not able to rest that night: all you could dream of was his intrusive and obsessed gaze upon you.

After that night, the one-eyed prince felt your sudden distancing, and to say he was not glad would be a understatement.

You immediately felt the consequences of your reclusion: previously, prince Aemond would try to hide in the shadows while stalking you, but now, he would stay planted at the back of every room, shamelessly.

He couldn’t leave you alone just for a second, and when he couldn’t stalk you himself, he would send a guard of his trust to follow you everywhere you went.

His stalking behavior lasted until the next week.

You woke up to the felling of your cheeks being stroked softly. When you opened your eyes, you weren’t surprised to see the prince laying on your bed, again.

You couldn’t help but shed a few tears. Why? Why you? What he would gain with torturing you?

Seeing your tears, Aemond collected them with his thumb while trying to calm you down.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to you?” you could not help but question him between sobs.

“Shhh… isn’t it obvious? Because I love you, ever since we first meet.”

The day of the wedding finally came.

You were woken up by your handmaidens who instantly started to dress you for the ceremony.

You were almost done when Otto Hightower himself entered your bed chambers, demanding everyone to get out of the room, leaving only the two of you alone.

The king’s hand locked the door, assuring that you could have some privacy. Then, he quickly sat on one of the many chairs, bringing it in front of you, so in that way, you could talk properly.

“I know you don’t want to marry my grandson, my Lady.”

The tone Otto used sounded more like a statement of a fact than a question, giving you no chances to reply or lie.

Otto sensing you wouldn’t say anything, continued with his speech:

“Well, at least we have something in common: me neither.” Otto seemed to be glad by your reaction. You couldn’t believe what he was telling you. If he was against your marriage, why didn’t he spoke up weeks ago?

“…why now?” you’ve managed to push the words out of your mouth. You were so exhausted with all of that situation, you just wanted to wake up from this living nightmare.

“Sadly, I know what type of man my grandson is, my Lady. Days prior your arrival, everyone that disagreed with the ceremony went missing or suddenly changed their minds. Very convenient, if you may ask me. I know the prince is involved in this affairs, so I had to act carefully.”

Otto gave you some minutes so you could digest all the new information you had. He could see pure fear blooming in your eyes, finally realizing how deep in trouble you were at getting yourself involved with the prince.

Your eyes burned with unshed tears, fearing for your own life. Remembering all the nights before where you caught Amond on your room, finally hit you how easily he could have killed you, or worse, and how no one would do anything about the matter. The more you thought about it, more nauseous you felt.

“Why are you here now? I’m getting married to your grandson in a few minutes” you stated, exasperated.

Otto suddenly got up from his chair, bringing you up as well by your shoulders. Looking deep into your eyes, he continued:

“Now, my Lady, pay attention for what I will tell you: now it’s your best opportunity to scape. Everyone is waiting for you at the venue, meaning the palace is almost desert. You’ll scape through the Keep’s underground, and go unnoticed by the guards. There’s a boat waiting for you at the beach that will sent you to a safe place. You have to make a decision now: run away and live your life freely or stay, and pray to the Gods for your safety.”

A rush of adrenaline ran through your veins. You couldn’t believe that it was actually happening, finally an opportunity!

Otto smirked triumphantly while staring at you: it seemed like a flame that died long ago resurfaced in your eyes, lightening with hope.

“Okay” you finally decided “thank you for your help, my Lord” you thanked, lightly bowing at him.

The hand huffed in response “Don’t get the wrong idea, my Lady. I’m only doing this because we have mutual interests.” you gulped at his statement “Ser Cole will lead you to the boat. I must go now, we don’t want them to get suspicious, do we?”

Not waiting for an answer, the lord hand leaved your room. You didn’t waste your time, immediately collecting only your essencial objects on a tiny bag.

At the time you were finished, you heard a knock on the door. Your body instantly went rigid, but the voice coming from the other side relaxed you:

"It's me, Ser Cole."

You opened the door in a hurry, startling the knight. Recovering from the first shock, the man asked if you were ready. Receiving a nod, Criston showed you the way.

You went down stairs and more stairs, drowned in a deafening silence. Sensing your uneasiness, Criston started to small talk “You are making a wise decision, my Lady.”

You looked up, surprised by his initiative. Feeling pressured to not let him talking to the walls, you retorted “Why do you say so? Any girl on my position would threw themselves at the prince. And here I am, being ungrateful with my family, running away like a coward.”

You felt shame washing over your body: you were such a crybaby. The prince didn’t even done anything to you. You heard so many stories of men violating their betrotheds, and Aemond was nothing but kind to you, even going as far to court you, gifting you with only the best money can buy.

“You are not being a coward by running away, my Lady. In fact, you are being very brave. You have so much to lose. By leaving, you will lose your comfortable life, your heirdom, titles, family and friends. You will never be able to come back. But even so, you chose to leave. A bold decision. To be honest, I respect that.”

You were surprised by his statement. Seeing things from another perspective made you feel a little better with yourself “Thank you Ser Cole, for your kind words.”

The knight looked at you, smiling softly “That’s simply what I think, my Lady. And please, there’s no need to call me ‘Ser’, just call me by my name.”

You smiled back at him, giggly “Well, than you must call me by name as well. I’ll lose my titles very soon, anyways.”

You finally reached the Keep’s underground. Cole opened a gate, letting you pass through first, like a true gentleman. Thanking, you stared to talk again “Have you ever had to make a decision between stay or leave, Criston?”

You tried the foreign name on your tongue. It didn’t felt that awkward as you expected it to felt. Criston didn’t seemed to care, either.

“Yes, I have.”

“And what was your final decision, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I stayed.”

Your look of confusion was evident, Criston almost thought it was funny. “Why?” you asked.

The man seemed to lose some of the glow in his eyes, and for a moment you feared that you messed up, but to your relief, he answered shortly “Unfinished business.”

Being a little apprehensive at prying it over, you just asked for the last time “And after that, have you ever thought about running away again?”

Seeming tired of the same topic, Criston answered after a deep sight “Maybe once or twice. After a while, being a knight didn’t make much sense to me. Did I really deserved to be called a knight to begin with?”

You finally got out of the undergrounds, reaching the beach. The sea was surprisingly calm, with a soft breeze.

Criston enjoyed the pure air after spending long minutes with no proper circulation of oxygen, breathing deeply. Smelling the slight salty notes the water gave to the atmosphere, he put his feet on the sand.

You observed him vibing to the beach’s weather. One more time, you decided to make another decision.

“Have you finished your ‘unfinished business’, Criston?”

Said man turned to you, remembering why he were there in the first place. Slightly adjusting his sword on his belt he answered, a little gloomy “Yes, I have. But, after some time, I realized that it wasn’t enough motive to make me stay. It felt like a waste of time.” he chuckled unhumored.

Feeling a little more bold, you took a step forward, surprising the knight. Reaching for his hand, you finally asked “So, run away with me. If we go together, at least we would have one another. Besides, now that I know the prince’s true colors, you are in deep trouble if reaches to his ears that you helped me scape, and I surely don’t wish to take this burden with me. Please, Criston, leave with me.”

“I—“ the knight’s could not be finished when a huge paw stepped on both of his legs.

Criston screamed in agony, feeling the unmerciful pain shooting from his broken bones. You saw blood oozing under the beast’s paw, and how desperate the man tried to break free.

Watching that scene, you took several steps back, only to hit against a hard surface. Hands reached your arms, caging them on a bruising grip, nails digging deeply at you skin.

You were violently turned, finally facing your betrothed, Aemond himself.

The colors instantly leaved your face, eyes dramatically shooting open. Fear engulfed your whole being while trying to keep breathing.

“There I was, happily waiting for my soon-to-be-wife… and suddenly came to me that the bride was nowhere to be found!”

His voice escalated along with his temper, which was running thinner with time. You finally woke from your catatonic state, now struggling under his hands.

“I was so worried about you! I even rode Vaghar myself to find you, because I couldn’t bear the thought of you being in danger!” he screamed at you, now holding your face between his hands, nails digging in your cheeks.

His eye was glazed, while his nostrils flared up. There was so much anger storming inside his iris, a wish to kill and destroy anything and everything “And what I find? My filthy whore of a wife running away with her paramour!”

He caught you by surprise when he fisted your hair, dragging you to a good distancing, then throwing you to the ground.

“This affair ends now.” he stated, walking in Criston’s way.

Realizing what he was up to, you yelled “Aemond! Please, don’t!” only making Vaghar roar at you, quieting you on the spot.

The dragon let the knight go, stepping away, giving the prince space.

Due to the blood loss, Criston couldn’t distinguish the figures before his eyes. Feeling the absence of the beast’s paw, he tried to sit up, but was roughly kicked to the ground by Aemond.

Being stepped on his chest, he started to cough blood “You though you could run away with my bride and not suffer the consequences of your betrayal, Ser Cole?” his laughed maniacally “Now you’ll burn to death, little knight”

Now by your side, Aemond caught you between his arms, forcing you to face the scene before you: Criston Cole laying on the ground with his legs smashed to pulp, with Vaghar not far behind.

“I want you to watch this moment, darling” he calmly whispered next to your ear “so you can remember what will happen to the people you love if you ever try to scape again”

“Dracarys.”

You woke up on your bad chambers, with a killing headache. You groaned, disturbing Queen Alicent from her thoughts.

Seeing you conscious, she walked to your side with a doting tone “My sweet child, how are you feeling?”

You frowned, worsening the pain on your head, something was different about your vision, but you couldn’t pin point what “Weird… and the worst headache ever”you tried to rub your eyes, but Alicent was faster, catching your hands.

“My dear, I know you probably don’t want to see him, but you must understand that I must—“ “There’s no need, mother. I’m already here, but I appreciate your efforts”

You froze when your heard his voice. Turning your head on the pillow as best as you could, you spotted him o the door’s way.

Watching him made you trigger the past events on your mind: your scape, Vahgar, … and Cole. Now, clearly agitated, you searched for Alicent, who was now looking at you with a sorrowful look.

Aemond approached his mother, kissing her gently on her temple, softly saying “You may leave now, mother. I need some time alone with my bride.”

Not looking back, the Queen left the two of you alone.

The room seemed to decrease in temperature. Refusing to look at him, you felt the edge of your bed deepening. Aemond interlaced his hand on your, but you did not attempted to pull it away.

“I wanted to see you” he began “see how you reacted to everything.”

You scoffed at him, but Aemond choose to ignore your sassiness, letting you do as you pleased, for now “You burned someone in front of me, how do you think I am?”

“Oh darling, I weren’t talking about that.” “What do you mean than?” “You have no idea, do you?”

The more confused and agitated you became, more your headache increased along with your desperation “What do you mean? What have you done?!” you demanded, tears already blurring your vision.

With utmost calm, Aemond helped you get up from bed, guiding you to your mirror. A silent scream scape your horrified lips.

Your head and left eye was expertly bandaged, explaining your migraine. Over the fabric covering where was supposed to stay your eye was stained with blood. Seeing your reaction the prince embraced you on a back hug “I thought killing the little knight was enough punishment, so I was merciful enough to knock you out before giving you my marriage present”

Calmly, the one eyed prince unwrapped your bandage, reveling now your mutilated face: your now hollow eye socket was accompanied by a cut that ran through your eyelids “I took your left eye so we could match. Now we can say that we complete each other” he smiled enamored at you through your reflection, swaying you side to side.

You were reduced to a sobbing, hyperventilating mess. Aemond cooed at you, taking a box from his coat’s inside pocket. Opening it, you saw with your remaining eye a huge sapphire with an “A” engraved on it. If it weren’t for your actual situation, you could admire the beauty of the jewelry, but now you could only morn for the loss of your eye.

Aemond continued to speak, solemnly ignoring your screams and desperate cries “Now we are twinning” he commented lovingly, taking off his eye-patch for the first time.

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hana-no-seiiki · 1 year

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Hello again! I hope you're having a wonderful day! I was just wondering if you could write a platonic yandere batfam? Where one of their Darling is like Tony Stark from Marvel. A super smart genius billionaire who just gets kidnapped by the batfam. Darling knows that they can't beat them all at once or one on one fights so they go with pitting them all against each other. I could think that they could rival Bruce or Tim in intellect and resourcefulness. Darling knows for a fact that they are being watched and learns where all of the cameras are placed. Trying to find any blind spots for said cameras, but is likely won't find any. Mostly because of paranoia and clingy behavior of the family. Yet they still manages to stay one step ahead of the Batfam and just leaves after 4 months or so. Maybe have them be resourceful like Tony when he was kidnapped. Using small scraps of metal and basic trash to help in their escape. With the Darling being absolutely disgusted of the entire ordeal. Maybe even have them start a career and becomes a superhero/antihero (Iron Man type of suit? Maybe?) because of the family's actions. P.S. So sorry it got so long, I couldn't really help myself. Hope you enjoy my request/prompt.

Hello Hello! Sorry for the late response but here ya go!

YANDERE BATFAM x TONY STARK! READER

summary: long story short, tony stark! reader has no chance if they don’t have their knowledge of nanotech. many nicknames are created.

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I feel like the scenario you’ve given can go two ways depending on how far the reader has gone through their personality development (keep in mind most of my marvel knowledge comes from the MCU)

If you’re still that ‘arrogant, sexually active, ignorant of the consequences your company’s weapons have’ phase then it’d definitely be much harder for you to escape.

Then again, I find it really hard for the guys to be attracted to someone like you at that point. M a y b e Dick, but he wouldn’t see the relationship too seriously.

And frankly speaking, even if they were attracted to the reader at that phase; you would just never be able to escape. The only reason why Tony was able to in his first movie was because he wasn’t fighting against armed and experienced vigilantes that happen to have a shit ton of money. Especially with Tim and Bruce on board. You will not find any blindspots. Not the bathroom (they’ve kidnapped you and restricted your freedom, why would they respect your privacy at this point + they know of your experience with robotics), not in any corner of your room, or any point in time either because at least one of the batfam will be watching you.

Now, let’s say you were a vigilante before everything went to shit.

[Y/N] [L/N]. Billionaire, philanthropist, genius reveals that they are in fact Iron Man.

Now that is where I can see both you having a chance and the men taking notice.

You reminded Bruce a lot about himself. He has met you already in a bunch of Galas, used to writing you off as a spoiled brat that would definitely get themself killed. But your turn to vigilantism certainly intrigued him.

Intrigue quickly turned to an obsession. Learning about your past, the way your parents died. It was as if you two were the same person, just with drastically different suits.

He wanted you for himself, a partner in crime if you would, but you see there was one problem. You were engaged. Soon to be married to the love of your life and previous secretary Pepper Potts. Meaning that you would most likely retire your heroism and that you’ll dedicate your time to someone unworthy of your affection. Like seriously [Y/N], relationships borne out of power imbalances are doomed to fail can’t you see? Not to mention the dangerous act you’ve made of sharing your identity as Iron Man. What were you thinking?

So what better way to teach you that you belonged to him than kidnap you and keep you to himself?

His obsession with you wasn’t subtle. To you and the other members of the family.

Dick had already been attracted to you (mostly sexually) since the day he met you. Your identity as Iron Man, and just the sheer boldness you have exposing yourself, made him realized that he admired you rather than saw you as object of his sexual desires.

I could also imagine you being the one to save Jason. Perhaps not being able to completely stop his turn into Red Hood but you at least put in the effort unlike some people. That likely jumpstarted a partnership/friendship between you too.

Thus, Bruce chooses him as the ticket to getting you all safe and sound in the safety of his manor.

Now you already knew Bruce is Batman and the identities of the Robins. Through your investigation towards Jason and whatnot. Similar to your anti-Hulk suit and Batman’s anti-Superman one, you were also prepared to go toe to toe with the Dark Knight.

What you didn’t expect was that Jason of all people would be the one working with him to get you.

That certainly put a damper on your plans, but oh well.

That’s where you’re formally introduce to Tim and Damian. You’ve known them. Worked with them as well. Not to the extent of how much you’ve been with Red Hood but enough to at least be acquaintances.

Tim adored the banter and intellectual debates you two had. You took your time earning his trust, and taught him about the A.I. you usually had in your suits (slowly hacking into the surveillance systems making sure that you’ll have at least a couple minutes of time of privacy for your plans).

You even named one A.I. after him. T.I.M. ‘The Impervious Man’ it stood for you said. It actually meant ‘The Introverted Mess’

Have I mentioned you give every one of them horrid nicknames?

Dick was just various ways to say penis.

Bruce was Gatsby (if you weren’t picking at his age, or his deep ass voice, or his dark ass aesthetic, or bat theme) if not Vladimir. Or The Puny(er) Bruce. Oh god, Emo Bruce- My Lovechild with Banner??

Jason was muscle-man, titan, half-a-hulk, or [insert bulky hero] wannabe. (Sometimes when you’re feeling extra sadistic you’d throw in a Joker related one there too)

Tim was the introverted mess, chair guy, wheels, lanky boy, flashy traffic light guy, guy who definitely dreams of getting pegged, Budget Falcon. Baby Falcon.

Damian was The Diva, The Boy with a Baton up his Ass, Junior, Kid (Basically any nickname that highlights his youth), Kid with long knife, Katana Kid. Green-eyed Meanie.

Collectively they were just “The Super Secret Emo / Goth Boy Band.”

Anyways when it comes to Damian, the boy, as usually towards the people he meets, acts like a total tsundere. He just tries so hard to act mean as if he hadn’t spent the last night reading about your achievements and inventions for the nth time. You used him as a benchmark to see when the whole family has fully trusted you.

It takes you a few months (mostly due to you hacking into their systems and trying to learn their weaknesses) but after slowly gaining their trust cozing up to them you escape.

You could have since the beginning, nanotech and all that, but you were feeling kind of bored and gave them a chance to convince you to stay. Unfortunately, your future wife was still better in comparison these 5 goth men.

You’re definitely upping your anti-kidnapping measures after that.

Also you definitely hold that incident as a way to blackmail them. A system is prepared to share everything about them everywhere if they attempt to take you on again.

That’s one thing you have over Batman, sure you didn’t have a bunch of ingenious children under you to use at your disposal. But you also didn’t have an identity to keep safe.

You’re almost looking forward to their next move.

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𝒯𝒾𝒸𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒮𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈

(A Yandere Pinocchio X fem!Reader fic from Lies of P)

Pɑɾt 1; Sluɱbeɾ

capitolo uno

capitolo due

capitolo tre

capitolo quattro

capitolo cinque

capitolo sei

capitolo sette: is here

Capitolo otto

Capitolo nove

Capitolo dieci

Pɑɾt 2; Awɑƙeƞiƞƍ

It was a privilege to share the same blood as Giuseppe Geppetto. To be his family, his niece and take part in the marvelous worlds of puppets. The privilege to learn from him as his apprentice. The privilege to care for the things he cares for and to have the things he cares for, care deeply for you.

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TW in general: Yandere behaviour, creepy and still puppet, dubious intentions and relationships

[TW for this one specifically include: Demeaning uncle Geppetto, slight misogyny, downplaying an injury, slight uncomfortable tension, slight grief, Uncle Geppetto doing a 180° turn

Uncle Geppetto will be proven right again. By you out of all people and you can just imagine the glint he will get in his eyes. He thinks he doesn't get a kick of schadenfreude from it, but you've known your dear uncle for long enough to know that he loved being right. Always.

You go over the scenario in your head. It will be there, alongside that humph but it will be temporary - because soon he will be grinning and smiling proudly. A pat on the back and letting you do more than tinker on butlers - long forgotten by the rich families as they have probably gotten themselves replacements by the Workshop Union.

It was not like you disliked them. They were wonderful puppets and you do wanted to make them wonderful again - but perhaps your passion and nostalgia for a time long gone fired you up more than the thought of giving unwanted butlers their jobs again.

Maybe Uncle would look at you a bit differently. Let you do more.

Do more with her. Perhaps, but just perhaps but nevertheless an optimistic perhaps, Geppetto will give you permission to work on her and give you materials and tools for it. You always wanted to.

She was your ever first doll. You wanted to become a puppetmaker just like him for her, to do something with her. Turn her into the loveliest doll that she deserved to be.

The only scenario you could not figure its grande finale out were the bandages around your hand.

Walking down the stairs, you took a few breaths in front of his office's door. Holding the surprise behind your back, you knocked on the heavy wooden door, carved with many patterns. He wanted it tailored to withstand a lifetime and you do remember knocking on it a lot as a child. More times than you should have, convinced that it might be an easy and harmless prank on your part. You were even told that the door was so sturdy, your little girly knocks wouldn't resound at all but your uncle would always open it with a scowl-

"Dear?" You startled as he peeked through the opened crack. Geppetto rose a brow at seeing you so early despite your very obvious eyebags. He thought you'd sleep in again but instead you mustered a smile. "Good morning, Uncle." Finally, he fully opened the door to look at you fully dressed while he only adorned a quaint white blouse and trousers. "A good morning to you, too. What is it? What brings you so early in the morning to me?"

Once again you mustered a smile but this attempt was given up quickly. You were no foolish child anymore. He needed to hear it. "Uncle, may I come in? I have something really important to tell you." "At this hour? Surely this can wait after breakfast."

"Uncle Geppetto."

There it was once again, that scowl whenever he opened the door at a bad time. This time it was not your prank but the tone of your voice he did not like. Nevertheless, he stepped aside and let you in.

Brown eyes observed the spots of dried blood on the bandage, his finger grazing the outline of your palm as you rested your injured hand in his. The man adjusted his monocle, leaning closer before sitting upright in his working chair and letting go of your hand. You let it rest on the big mahogany working table. "And that happened yesterday?" "Yes. The ambulance came and patched me up before sending me home. I don't know what happened to the puppet afterwards."

A heavy sigh escaped him, his hand reaching for the bridge of his nose as Geppetto leaned back in his chair. "What a commotion it must have been..."

"I'm sure it will be on the newspapers soon. That's why I wanted to tell you, Uncle, something might be wrong with these models."

He sighed once again, looking up the ceiling. You waited but decided to speak when he remained quiet.

"Something like that should never happen." Swiftly, the older man snapped his narrowed gaze at you. "Of course this shouldn't happen. It was an accident, is that not what you said?"

"Yes, but-"

"Couldn't it be that your finger slipped to the spot the puppet was supposed to stamp?" A sharp inhale. You sat up straighter, your eyes wide and lips pressed as you stopped like a machine yourself. Before you spoke, you reminded yourself to take another, deeper and calmer breath. "Uncle. If it did, then it should have sensed flesh. It pierced through mine anyway." Your eyes flickered to the ground, holding in air. You began to scowl just like him. "I can't believe you are saying that." You whispered under your breath.

"It is possible," He continued calmly, "That's why I need to know the specifics. The Workshop Union cannot make a mistake, I cannot."

The office grew quiet. Retracting your hand, you placed it on your lap, gently playing with the edge of the bandage. Your glare was directed to the floor. Geppetto reclined in his chair and crossed his legs. The old grandfather clock he had for decades ticked in the corner, the dreary, soft sound filling the room and his eyes would glance at the time. His hands mimicked yours before he licked his lips and took a deep breath.

"You've been working very hard lately. It's gotten to your head." The chair creaked as he leaned forward and reached for your injured hand. He carefully made sure to brush the side of your palm with his fingers. "Look at you, your eyebags have gotten even more noticeable now, dear. You can't go running around looking like that, not even in the confines of our workshop. You need rest, especially with an injury such as this." He tilted your hand up briefly and rose his brows at you. Your grimace did not change.

"A young girl such as yourself shouldn't have to bear such scars. I am sorry that happened to you."

You remained silent as his hand slowly left yours and he got up. Putting on a coat big enough to cover his simple outfit, he searched for his melon hat next.

"Did anyone ask you who you are?"

"No." You answered tonelessly.

"Good. It would be bad if...they found out Geppetto's niece got hurt by a puppet."

At last he found it under his scarf and made sure to put it on as well. He opened the door wide and turned around with an expectant gaze for you to leave his office.

You had not moved. Sitting in the humble, lone stool your narrowed gaze was stuck on the one spot on the floor. The wonderful, expensive wine red carpet of his, the edge of it, embroided with patterns from a land far away, he once said. He got it before you were born and it still seemed so new and untouched.

Geppetto called out your name impatiently.

"Uncle." Swiftly, you slid off the stool and grabbed the sack you set aside from the floor with one hand. The man arched a brow as you walked towards him, poised and with a determined glare. Holding it with one arm, you entangled the ribbon with your good hand before letting the sack fall off and had her sit placidly in your arms.

Through the determined glint in your eyes, your heart was pounding against your chest.

Geppetto slowly closed the door. Trapped in a trance, his jaw dropped as his hands reached for the toy in your arms. He carefully approached you. Brown eyes would glimpse up and down, between you and the toy. Collecting himself, his shock slowly turned into the brightest of grins you had not seen on him in years and his eyes held a tenderness he had missed years ago as well.

The older man could barely let out his thoughts. "Oh, dear," He whsipered under his shaking breath, "That is your doll." Finally, it seemed like he could collect himself from his awe and gently touch the doll's arms. Stable but soft to the touch. His joy also brought a smile of your own. You let him take her.

"It's Aurorie."

"Aurorie!" He laughed heartily, overshadowing the ticking of the clock. "Oh, you always called her that!" Another round of chuckles left him as he spun the doll around, inspecting her. The pink dress had soft folds, each patched with patterns of dark pink roses, as to not stand out too much, and lines of leaves stitched and flowing down from the waist to the frilly ends. The wide dress flew with the motions as the doll was inspected, with the many flounces hidden beneath white as snow. Testing the fabric, Geppetto noticed a minituare, wooden cage crinoline hidden between the flounces. The majority was made out of wood but he could make out metal strips in the middle section, tightened with screws and aligning with the wooden strips above and below. It wasn't wide enough to give the illusion of an hourglass form but was slimer, triangular, he noted. One hand gently tapped the outer side of the dress. The cage crinoline was barely noticeable with the many cloth in-between.

The sleeves were short and puffy, covering her shoulders and leaving the rest of her arms bare. Dark shoes cleaned with the expensive shoe polish and white tights around her legs. A small ribbon was tied around her neck into a kink and suited her well with the frilly neck sleeve. Her long, blonde hair was styled to curls, with a headband on top and small, thin ribbons tied lovingly at each end of the band. Her bangs neatly cut to show her kind eyes and putting the doll higher up to the light, Geppetto paid attention to the bright colors that returned to her face. Each eye, brow, cheek, nose and smile was repainted.

"She looks as beautiful as the day I made her for you." He whispered as he lowered her in his arms. He couldn't really believe what he was seeing, it was like recalling a dear memory. The bright smile you wore was also one he used to see more often in the past. "I wanted to remake her the day you agreed to make me your apprentice. I always had her with me." Geppetto let out a sigh, "I never noticed she was here all this time." "Well," You glanced around before looking back at him with a bashful smile, "I hid it when coming here. Geppetto's niece and apprentice coming to Krat, the city of puppets, with a small, worn out doll?" You chuckled with a crooked smile and Geppetto joined you. "But what was most important for me was to be able to make her shine again. Aurorie is my favorite out of all the toys you've made me and I wanted her to be treated as she deserved."

The older man opened his mouth before closing it shut again with a smile. Though his sight wasn't the best even with his monocle, his eyes crinkled at the sight of you, of the little gift he made for you all those years ago now here in his arms. His throat tightened and he quickly swallowed the growing lump. Instead, his heart melted at the very sight and touch he was experiencing right now.

"And look!" Your eyes widened with the idea that had come to mind and before he knew it, you adjusted the doll to be sitting humbly on his forearm. "I made the crinoline out of soft wood and the metal strips in the middle would bend when the legs are moved. She can sit without having to lift the dress, and the crinoline won't crack."

Looking back at the toy idly sitting on his arm, Geppetto couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh. "She sits as straight as a candle! Just like a real lady!" Still gazing at the doll, he let out a few chuckles before his laughter died down. Lips trembled slightly and the man looked back to you, sniffling briefly. He bent down while holding the doll gently with one arm and rested his hand on your shoulder.

"Dear..." You unwittingly shot him a confused look as your uncle began but seemed to drift off. You feared that when looking into his eyes, you might find them ever so slightly teary, a sight you only saw once on him and it was not a fond memory. However, despite the trembling he swallowed it all down and instead pulled you closer for an embrace.

"My dearest niece...I am so proud of you." He squeezed you once, his arm around your shoulders, before backing off enough to look at you with the most heartwarming grin. "You have no idea how happy it makes me that you take on the role of the next puppetmaker in our family. That you find joy in this and create such beautiful things." Your uncle was never one to indulge in his feelings so much, to carry his emotions on his sleeves as he does now. Each word that passes his lips seemed to soften his face more and more. You let him talk. "Things that will bring joy to the next person. I remember how you sulked that day before I gifted you Aurorie and the little doll that gave the little girl so much happiness," He halted for a moment and swallowed his snot, "Is now making her shine like she did in your memories. You took such great care of her...it makes me happy that you love her so much."

Finally, he stepped back and tried to discreetly wipe his tears. He returned the doll to you. "I am sure you will continue creating many great things, and taking care of them and loving them."

He seemed to stop. You hugged your doll tight and close, eyes struggling to look at his face as he kept on trying to find his composure. While his heart squeezed, yours seemed too - though it slowly felt like it was dragged down your stomach the longer you lingered. "Uncle Geppetto...are you truly okay?"

As fast as he could, he nodded with a few sniffles and spoke in a strong voice. "I am. Simply indulged myself back to the old times where you were just a wee little girl." He chuckled as he ruffled your hair. You did not believe him.

With a cough, he gestured to the door. "Your creation is wonderful, my dear. I cannot wait to see how you'll flourish into a great puppetmaker - one greater than me, perhaps!" He gave a quiet, low chuckle, "But for now...work awaits. I'll take care of the commotion. Go rest your hand and take a few days off. You must be tired and scared of what happened yesterday. Be a good girl and go to your room."

You were inclined to share your own thoughts but seeing the look in his brown eyes and the slight tilt in his stature made you bite your tongue and nod. Quietly bidding him goodbye and a successful day at work, you retrieved your things and left the room.

The soft click of the door was his cue to return to his chair. You used to barge into his office a few times as a child before learning that Geppetto was not fond of such ill-mannered behaviour. You were only brave enough to do so when your visits weren't alone but with company but he would still not tolerate because of that.

With a heavy and freeing sigh, he sat down in his chair, it squeaked as he turned to the lowest cupboard on his table. Sliding it open, he took out two baords completely and set them aside. Pressing a button hidden on the side of the open space, a click was heard and right after that, a thud. He took the thin wall out and dragged the small, metal safe closer. For its size it was quite heavy and Geppetto found himself struggling to get it out as the years pass by. He let out a groan once the buttons were in his reach and pushing the code inside, the self-made mechanism ticked and hummed, before the door sprung open.

The binders were neatly sorted one by one. He grabbed the blue one, titled "Earlier than the Birds."

Turning a few pages, he stopped at "11 years."

In the month of April, there was a picture painted on simple paper.

Geppetto carefully slid it out from the foil before putting the binder aside and admiring the doodle.

The locks were long, blonde and curly, reaching beyond the feet. A breathy chuckled was let out in the quiet room, he barely could hear the grandfather clock ticking. He told him that such length was impossible or rather, ridiculous and unnecessary. The painter pouted and insisted it would look pretty. Shaking his head, he could not keep his promise but the end result was enough to be left satisfied. Besides that, the dress was done as he invisioned, wide and frilly, the color of the fabric as blue as the crayon he used to draw with. He tried to keep the colors in the lines yet slipped one too many times but Geppetto did not mind. He also did not mind one arm being longer than the other, the limbs drawn as sticks and then redrawn to be thicker, or having no black crayon left and therefore painting the shoe with brown - Geppetto understood the artist's intentions.

A giant tiara sat on the crown of her head and again, he shook his head. Instead, a black headband was offered that he reluctantly agreed to.

Kind eyes were the last touch. A lovely smile that was later on redrawn with red crayon. He could see the black color peeking out.

Geppetto sighed as he reclined in his chair. His eyes traveled to the bottom of the childish drawing.

"For my annoying cousin, (Name)."

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bakvrue · 1 year

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yandere izuku x reader

cw: noncon, somno, yandere, stalker, creampie, possessiveness, bit of size kink. ~1.6k

Izuku opens the door to your dark apartment and takes a deep breath. It's the first time he's set foot inside, even though he's memorized the layout. It smells just like you, like his future home.

He takes off his shoes and jacket, and then sets his keys down next to yours. The key to your apartment is plain and unassuming as it shines in the dim light, but it's one of his greatest treasures.

A few weeks ago you were at lunch with your "friends" when he stole your keys. He made a replacement and got back to the restaurant before you even noticed they were missing. He'll never forget the way your big eyes looked up at him when he “found” them on the floor next to your table. His heart was pounding in his chest, a lot like how it is right now.

His footsteps are soft as he avoids the creaky board in your hallway, and he moves effortlessly around your furniture illuminated only by the streetlights outside. Even in the dim light, he is able to spot a few good hiding places for the small cameras in his pocket. He’s going to want to see your reaction to what he's about to do to you when you realize what happened. Or maybe you won't even realize it, brushing it off as a wet dream.

Especially after the night you just had; he watched you stumble home from the bar after a night out with your coworkers. You were so giggly and tired, and he's sure that it was heightened by the little drug he slipped in your drink.

You should be in a deep sleep by now, none the wiser to what he's about to do to you.

Your body is waiting for him just beyond this door. The wood is cool to the touch and the handle is locked, but your paranoid measures to try and keep yourself safe do nothing to stop him. He’s already played out this scenario in his mind a million times and the locked door only ups his anticipation.

If he was trying to make his presence known he would simply rip the door off of its hinges, but he's trying to be patient. He kneels down and opens his lock pick set, a simple knob like this should only take one, two, three.

*click*

You're cute for thinking that a door lock would be able to stop someone like him. He opens the door slowly. The squeaky hinge will give him away if it opens more than forty-six degrees, so he opens it just enough for his large body to slip inside.

Your room looks so much cuter from the inside. So much more you.

Your dresser and walls are covered in little pieces of you. And this? This must be the corner you stubbed your toe on last week. The memory of your cursing brings a smile to his face, you were so lively that night, running around your room while talking to your friends. Soon you'll be talking about him when you do that.

He holds his breath as he finally allows himself to turn toward your bed.

If he was a weaker man he would have stumbled backward upon seeing your sleeping form. Your blanket is pulled across your waist, your legs slightly pulled towards your chest. He traces the lines of them to your ass covered in cute little sleeping shorts that vanish under the blankets.

He swallows hard, his head swimming in every deranged thought known to man. Every position he wants to put you in, every outfit he wants you to wear for him, every noise that he can pull from you as you succumb to his touch.

His fingertips brush against your bed's fabric as he walks along your bedside. Everything is just how he expected, not a single thing has been out of place, and yet he still feels so invigorated.

He climbs into your bed, marveling about how small you look next to him, how small you'll look under him. And he smiles as he spoons you, pressing his cock against the curve of your ass.

He kneads the soft flesh before he drags your underwear aside; pulling your cheeks apart he sucks in a deep breath. He sees heaven between your legs and his cock throbs.

He rests his head on your pillow as the tip of his cock slides through your folds, catching on your clit before Izuku pulls back. He ruts into you like this until his cock is covered in your essence and he's delirious with need.

He angles his hips, and slowly lets the head of his cock press inside you. Inch after inch stretching through the tight ring of muscle, and when he's fully inside you he's fighting off OFA. His eyes glowing with power he refuses to unleash upon you yet.

He sets a slow pace, holding himself back at every step and huffing into your hair with each drag of his cock. He feels like hes torturing himself with this pace but when he really fucks you for the first time he wants you to be awake. He wants to see just how exactly you'd take every hard thrust as he towers over you.

As if you could hear his thoughts, you moan, and his hips stop as his cock kicks inside you.

He holds his breath. Are you actually waking up?

It's at that second that he realizes he wants you to wake up, he wants to see the face you make when you realize that he's using you as he pleases, and what the look of shock on your face will be when you realize that all eight inches of him is buried inside you.

His hips start moving again as he grabs your thigh, holding you open so that he can be thrust deeper. You're so tight around him you have to be waking up, right? Your pussy flutters around him and he moans directly into your ear.

“Fuck.”

Come on baby, open your eyes. Let me see your pretty eyes so I can cum. Please, please, please. His hips keep their steady pace as he pleads. He's so close, so fucking close.

Your walls clench around him, and he buries his face into your neck.

He knows you won't wake up, he's responsible for his own downfall but he can see your eyes next time; he can hear your voice and over power you next time.

Next time, next time, next time. A feral moan escapes his throat as he focuses on the sound of your cunt taking his cock so well.

He's ruined, you’ve ruined him. You’ve ruined him and you don't even know his name or his face yet. No one else could make him feel like this. No one else would even be close to making him cum with just a few breathy moans.

You’re perfect. Perfect and so utterly his. He keeps thrusting into you, each one a little faster than the last. If another man even looks at you wrong he will kill them. He will kill for you, die for you. Whatever you need. He will give it to you.

You’re perfect and his. His

His.

Izuku’s hips stutter and his hand heightens on your thigh, he thrusts into you one last time before he cums inside you. His cock twitching as the biggest orgasm of his life rockets through him; every muscle in his body clenching and he curses heaven and hell for creating such a perfect being.

He pants into your skin as he comes down, feeling his cum ooze out of where the two of you are still connected.

He kisses your shoulder as he pulls out, feeling his own cum leak out against his tip. You must feel so full right now. He can't wait for you to wake up. Will you realize what happened?

He climbs out of bed, puts his pants back on, and heads back out to your living room. He hides a small camera behind a photo of you and your friends and then heads to the kitchen.

This is the hardest room to see from the windows, so he makes sure to hide a camera on top of your fridge. While he's here he might as well make sure you're well taken care of; he reaches into your fridge and grabs a bottle of water hiding behind a watermelon you're saving for tomorrow’s picnic with your family.

He heads back to your room wondering if you’ll tell them of the strange dream you had tonight, or if you’ll blame it on the alcohol giving you the most amazing wet dream.

He's mindful of the creaky door and once again enters your room, but at this point, If you didn't wake up from the fucking he just gave you, the door sure as hell isn't going to wake you.

Izuku sets the water bottle down on your nightstand and looks over you one last time. His pretty girl. He can't wait to have you again, he thinks as he covers you up, tucking you in extra tightly before kissing your forehead.

“See you soon,” He whispers before hiding one last camera in your room.

He collects all of his things and locks all of your doors on the way out, turning from your apartment with a devilish smile. His fun has only just begun.

#yandere izuku #izuku x reader #izuku smut #izuku midoriya x reader #for mimi

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Mistake

Pairing. Dark Bucky Barnes x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Rule number one in your relation - never try to leave Bucky.

WARNINGS: Violence; Toxic Relationship.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

His metal fingers squeeze hard against your throat, his hold unwavering even with your nails weakly clawing at him. Your eyes roll, your body desperate for air.

Bucky clicks his tongue, faking a pout.

“Aw, my baby can’t breathe?” he mocks you, but you can’t bring yourself to care about his tone. Not when your lungs are painfully burning, strength leaving your body at an alarming pace.

“Maybe you should have thought about that before trying to rat out on me, babe. I don’t appreciate my girl being sneaky around my back.” he growls, all hints of mockery now gone.

His grip tightens and you cough, the lack of air hitting cryptic levels as you start to hyperventilate.

Bucky reaches closer, nuzzling your nose with his in an almost endearing gesture, one that contrasts with the evil position he has you in.

“Never again, okay? You’re not pulling that type of shit ever again, understood?” his voice is dead serious, ignoring how you struggle. You can barely say a word but Bucky somehow understands your submission, finally releasing you.

You fall on the ground with your body completely limp, your throat burning as precious air finally fills it.

“You better not repeat this again.” he orders, darkness looming over his face as he looks at you.

“Cause next time, you won’t get off the hook so easily.”

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thefiery-phoenix · 9 months

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YANDERE PETER PARKER HEADCANONS

Bold of you to even assume you'll be left alone and have your privacy with this boi here. Bby boi here loves you so much, you're the very reason he's living and you're like AIR for him. If he's not close to you, he feels like he's shattering and dying inside and hence, he might stalk you every now and then as Spiderman pretending he's on rounds around the city just to make sure you're safe

He is a literal puppy mark my words and when you deny him something, his expression will resemble that of a kicked puppy that'll tug your heart strings for SURE

"Baby do you REALLY HAVE to go to that party? I mean, you barely even know them you just met them 2 months ago~"

Will beg you to spend every single second of your time with him and as a yandere, I can clearly see him as a worshipper who'll worship TF outta you pal

If you go out somewhere without telling him, expect a dozen messages on your phone and 45 FREAKING MISSED CALLS!!! Ngl..... he just wants you to be safe and once you come back, he'll smother you with his love and affection and pepper your face with kisses

His aunt May adores you and treats you like her very daughter. She likes baking you muffins and cookies when you come by

Hates it when you talk to other people and he's clearly making an exception for MJ and Ned though he prefers if you talk to them less. He's just scared of losing you

He'll kidnap you if he thinks you're in danger which lets say happens after a month you 2 start dating. Don't worry, he'll stock up everything you love and he'll have all your favorite movies and books available for you and he'll even be so generous as to have a Wattpad and a tumblr account so long as you do your stuff on HIS phone and he keeps track of what you're posting

He absolutely HATES and DESPISES punishing you when you misbehave and as much as he loves you, he'll convince himself that he needs to discipline you for your own good. Nothing too drastic though, he'll just restrict you from using your favorite things and no screen time. You'll be bored outta your skull for sure but hey, at least he's not locking you up in a room with chains dangling around you

When it comes to other people who he thinks are trying to steal his sweetheart from him (Aka. YOU), he will not hesitate to get messy and kill someone. He'll try framing that person like convincing people he was a corrupt person or an illegal drug seller or something like that and either spread rumors or directly kill them. No one messes with his darling and gets the hell away with it, not if he can help it and YES, he CAN help it

Will use EDITH to make sure you're safe

"Oh sweetheart, you have nothing to worry about, I'll take care of everything for you. You won't leave me will you?"

#yandere peter parker #yandere peter parker x reader #yandere peter parker scenarios #yandere peter parker oneshots #yandere peter parker imagines #yandere peter parker headcanons #dark peter parker #dark peter parker x reader #yandere avengers #yandere avengers x reader #yandere avengers scenarios #yandere mcu #yandere mcu x reader #yandere marvel #yandere marvel x reader #yandere marvel characters #yandere marvel characters x reader

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dreamofjoys · 2 years

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𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓 ‒ 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 , 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭

scenario: a spell had gone wrong during potionology class, leading you to get trapped in a mirror dimension with rook. instead of finding a way out, rook thought that this would be a good time to explore your beauty - aka fucking you naked in front of all the mirrors.

tw: dub con, fingering, praising, slight yandere if you squint, idk what im writing hehe

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out of all things that could have happened, you just have to be stuck alongside with the one and only rook, who is known to be weird and creepy.

"oh! to be blessed with such a magnificent view! it seems like the spell we both made had gone wrong. this must be the mirror dimension, a space where only mirrors exist." rook was ecstatic at the new discovery. he stared at the mirrors in awe, occasionally checking if all the mirrors are same, marveling at how beautiful this place is - to be able to see yourself at every angle.

"we should find a way to get out." you mumbled, feeling anxious and worried. you have been transported to another world without your knowledge, and now to another dimension? it's as if the gods are making fun of you, letting you explore all the places that you had never been to.

you don't miss the way rook's emerald green eyes stares at you like a hawkeye, his gaze following your every movement and actions. you did however, miss the way his eyes darken with a particular lust.

"mon cheri, you look beautiful!" rook complimented you out of nowhere, and you could only look at him weirdly. "uh, thanks?"

"if you don't believe me, i can show you just how beautiful you are."

rook takes a step closer to you, his breath fanning over the nape of your neck as he stares down at you intensively. “how?” you questioned the man, and he only offers you his usual smile before letting his hands wander around your body.

everything happened so fast. minutes later, rook had you positioned in doggy style on the ground. he position himself behind your ass, spreading your thighs open as he rolls up the hem of your skirt, pushing your panties aside before sliding one finger into your pussy.

“a-ah-“

“hear that beautiful voice that you are making right now? i can make you sing them even better.”

he pushes another finger in, making sure to finger you with his fingers curl up -prompting you to give out another lewd moan when he hits your sweet spot.

you look up to the mirror in front of you, noticing how rook was concentrating on abusing your sweet spot. his thumb flicks with the small bud of your clit, giving you more stimulation. it wasn’t long before you came, soaking rook’s fingers with your delicious juices. he brings licks his finger slowly while staring at you through the mirror.

“you taste delicious, mon cheri.” you blushed, feeling embarrassed that a stranger - or at least someone that you don’t talk to, is witnessing you in such a erotic state.

you don’t even know how his dick ended in your pussy, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix before retracting and doing it again. you wanted to deny rook, but god, he’s really good at this.

rook had you in kneeling position in front of him as he fondles with your breast while abusing his cock into your small pussy from behind. your eyes rolled back from the intense pleasure. you swear, everytime this man snap his hips, he had you seeing stars.

“mon cheri, you should look at how beautiful you are right now~”

beautiful? you are not sure how rook define beautiful. is the sight of your boobs constantly bouncing up and down, him fucking his cock into your pussy, you making lewd faces a beautiful sight?

you suppose that’s what rook call it beautiful. he throws praises at you constantly, talking about how tight you are, and how he just wanna keep you in his room forever.

“good girl, will you cum for me?” that praise sent you over the edge because no one had ever called you a good girl - or maybe because you are just horny. rook could feel your walls squeezing him tightly, your back arching as you hit onto his chest.

“wa-wait, i think im gonna-“ and then, you milked all over his cock.

it doesn’t really help that you are in a mirror dimension. from the corner of your eyes, you could see rook still fucking you despite just cumming, his cock disappearing into your tiny pussy and reappearing again.

he has this creepy smile on his face, almost as if he is enjoying taking you while you are all vulnerable in a place where no one can help you.

#twisted wonderland #imagines #y/n #dreamofjoystwst #rook hunt x reader #twst rook #dreamofjoyskinktober2022 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober #twistedwonderland #twst smut #rook smut #smut #female reader #fem reader

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yandere-wishes · 3 months

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My deepest, darkest desire is to kiss Tony Stark. On the mouth. Hard. Passionately. NOW.

(I just want to be his sweetheart😭😭)

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silkythewriter · 6 months

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!!Heyo!!

(Request rules)

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Hello to old followers and new ones who just stumbled upon my account!. I haven’t been active much recently if I’m being honest with you, but I think you can all tell if you check when I last posted! (╥﹏╥). I haven’t written in a while.. to say the least.. but I’d really like to give it another go!, my writings really rusty but I’m sure with time I’ll get the swing of it again!.

So this will be my new pin post, my introduction as well as stating all the new fandoms I’m in aswell ones I left! So updated rules basically!.

Let’s try this one last time shall we?

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REQUEST: OPEN!!

Hi! My names silky, or silkythewriter as my username states!.I just right for fun, mostly just silly head-canons or scenarios!.

Reminder to always request in my inbox! <3

I WILL DO:

Headcanons, oneshots, Short fanfics, and scenarios!, please be sure to specify which you want in your request!.

Any romantic Headcanons, oneshots, Short fanfics, or scenarios!.

Any platonic Headcanons, oneshots, Short fanfics, or scenarios!.

Any angst Headcanons, oneshots, Short fanfics, or scenarios!.

I do all genders and pronouns!, but mostly stick to gender neutral so everyone feel included.

I do allow extra details such as x chubby reader, x male reader, x female reader, and stuff like that!.

I do yandere’s!

(Parent figure) character! x (child) reader (PLATONICALLY ONLY.)

I do Poly relationships! Any amount at least if it doesn’t succeed the character limit!

I WILL NOT DO:

Pedophilia

Any heavy topics such as RA,SA,suicide,self harm, Ect.

Weird fetishes

Smut

Any uncomfortable topics and anything in the field of touchy subjects.

Match ups.

FANDOMS:

LMK = Lego monkie kid

Helluva boss

Hazbin hotel

Invader Zim

HXH = Hunter x Hunter

TMNT ( Rotmnt, and 2012!)

Slasher

Gravity falls

Bojack horse man

Beastars

Popee the Performer

Fnaf

Aggretsuko

Cuphead

Dc and marvel( maybe depending on the character because I don't watch their movies much)

Undertale ( any game or AU)

Creepypasta

Super jail

Sally face

Metal family

Black butler

Hellsing

TADC

Death note!

IMPORTANT INFO!

My character limit is 4-5

I do all genders she/her.he/him,they/them,he/ they/she, etc!

I will do the same prompt with different characters!

You can mix characters from different fandoms in the same request like example: alastor, sally face,and etc ( separately) juts keep in mind the character limit!

I do headcanons and scenarios + oneshots!

Please be specific if you want a headcanon, oneshot, scenario,

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celestoria · 1 year

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R U Mine?

Pairing: Yandere!Bodyguard!Xiao x Idol!fem!reader

Summary: A scandal brought an uproar to your career. Though Xiao trusts you are faithful to him as he is loyal to you, doubt and anxiety plagued him. He wants you to know that even in your dream, you are his, and his only.

Tag: yandere, Idol AU, consensual somnophilia, penetration

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Ever since the tabloids rumored you have been dating a famous actor, which is completely false, the paparazzi have been following you like a pack of wolves hunting down their prey. So thirsty for the front page and so hungry for the next juiciest scoop.

If only you didn’t accept his offer to buy you a drink of coffee after bumping into each other, then maybe you wouldn’t have gotten yourself into this mess. Now you can’t even go outside of your house without meeting the bright flashing lights blinding you with every step you go.

Luckily, there was this one person who always tried to protect you amid this baseless drama. That was your faithful bodyguard, and your loving boyfriend, Xiao.

Everyone knew your brutish bodyguard who stuck loyally by your side throughout the years. Despite always being seen together almost everywhere, one suspected him of being your boyfriend. Maybe because you kept things way too professional around him when the eyes and ears of the public media constantly observed you like a hawk. What the media didn’t know is that Xiao would do anything for you. He might as well give you the world or burn it if you wish.

He stuck by you for so long that he knew every inch of your body and every detail of your personality like the back of his hand. You are not the type of person to cheat on him with a guy like that. Though that’s what he told himself, Xiao found you always coming home back from work late at night without him.

Anxiety rushed through him and the devil’s sinister voice filled his head with doubts. His mind was filled with Images of another man kissing the very same lips that he craves every single moment of his waking life.

He can’t let you slip away like that so easily.

There you were sleeping soundly next to him. Your hair was disheveled and your soft skin peeked through your thin lace negligee. How Xiao was thankful he gets to see you in such a vulnerable state.

Your uncomparable beauty is something only his eyes are allowed to see. No one is allowed to marvel at you, especially that bastard who thinks he can take you away like that.

The wooden frames creaked as Xiao shifted his weight to your side of the bed. He lifted your silk nightgown to find that you didn’t even wear anything underneath. It’s as if you were telling him you’ve been wanting him to pleasure you in your sleep.

He wondered what kind of scenarios you are having as you lay there. Are you dreaming of him the same you he’s thinking of you? Or is it someone else that’s in your mind?

Xiao will make sure he’s someone you’ll never forget and this is a night to remember.

Calloused fingers circled your clit and his other hand inserted two fingers inside of you. Your pussy immediately coated itself with your arousal. Even in your sleep, he can make you feel this good.

Quiet, hummed moans left your mouth as he pleasured you. Once he felt like you were loose enough for him to fit, Xiao slowly lifted your dress past your soft chests and undid his clothes before he discarded them on the floor.

He towered over you and his hands sensually slithered around your unconscious body. The man grabbed you by the thighs and placed you by his waist to give him unresisting access to your slick pussy.

His hard cock jammed itself in you. Feeling your warmth with this amount of intimacy was all he could ever ask for and he wanted to monopolize it. His greedy heart won’t allow him to share you with anyone else. Even if it's just a silly gossip people made for their own entertainment, he can’t take the risk of being such a fool.

His cock began to pull out of you only for him to go back inside. Deep, throaty groans and the sound of you two colliding multiple times filled the room. Slow and steady thrusts became rougher and his grip on your thighs became tighter.

You felt a strange sensation coming from below you and a harsh impact that rammed inside you over and over again. Your eyes slowly fluttered and it took you a moment for you to realize Xiao was fucking you mindlessly.

He was a sight to see especially with how the soft, dimmed lights brought a more intimate aura to him. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead his flushed contoured body glistened in the night because of the heated sex you were having. Veiny arms held you tight by your waist you swore you’ll get a bruise after this.

Your hands grabbed the white futon covers as you relished the blissful pleasure. Your back arched and your legs wrapped around Xiao’s waist to pull him closer to you.

Shock ran cold through Xiao’s body to see you awake in such a complicated situation yet he didn’t pause for a moment as the scene of you getting high by his throbbing cock only aroused him more. Xiao had his eyes closed most of the time to feel how tight your pussy is for him much better but he opened his eyelids to check that you were awake.

“You know you’re mine right?” He moaned as you two finally made eye contact. “I’m not letting another man steal you away from me.” Xiao picked up his pace, making your head roll back and moan louder.

Knowing you for years, he knew which places you loved being teased on and he knew the exact part of your neck where even the lightest kiss would make you melt. Without hesitation, Xiao dived down to lay on top of you and sucked on the exact spot that made you cry out his name like it was the only word you know.

His lips unlatched itself from your skin and a light purple hickey appeared. The breath of his moans brushed your body and his sound made its way to your ears, giving you an electric shock that ran down your spine.

“I’m so close, fuck,” he whispered in your ears. “Cum for me. You know you want to.”

True enough. You’ve been holding it for so long and the tight knot in your stomach was unbearable and all you could think about is a sweet release.

Xiao’s hips shuddered against you, his cock plunged deep inside you one last time and thick semen filled up inside. You came undone beneath your boyfriend and euphoria washed over your body once you climaxed.

His tired body lay still on top of you with his head resting on your shoulder. As his high went down, Xiao rolled to the side. Strong arms pulled you closer and wrapped themselves around you. He wanted to be this close to you as both of you fell asleep because he never wants to let you go.

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