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forbidden-sunlight · 1 year

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False Garden of Eden [yandere!various!csm x stoic!reader]

Credit goes to @hana-no-seiiki for inspiring and collaborating with me to write this piece that is based off their current CSM series Chainsaw and Happiness Pillbox [link to story is here!] and @lyomeii for proofreading/editing, especially with that one I was stuck on lol :)

The intention of this story is for entertainment purposes only, it is not my personal belief(s). The behavior exhibited here is inappropriate and unhealthy, hence it should not be encouraged. There are also triggers, so please take caution. You are responsible for your Internet consumption!

Content and Trigger Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Strong Language, Gaslighting, Stalking, Toxic Relationships, Toxic Behavior.

Humanity disgusted you.

For all their philosophical talk on the importance of imperfections and cherishing all life around them, their greed knew no bounds. Even when they had a roof over their heads or a warm meal in their bellies or hadn’t had their lives cut short by disaster, they wanted more. More, more, more. You knew it was only a matter of time before their mistakes became their undoing….but why did your husband love these pitiful creatures like an owner fawning over their precious dog? It baffled you. But to her credit, Makima was quite good at that; a great manipulator who lured others into Public Safety when they were at their lowest, and those who defied her commands would be on their knees, begging for mercy. Just like what she had done to you all of those years ago.

The chains she had coiled around your body was a contract of fidelity; a marriage, a vow to love and protect each until ‘death do us part’. In her terms, ‘love’ meant being an obedient wife who should kiss or embrace their weary husband after a troublesome day at work, and vice versa. Obviously, Makima referred to herself as the husband. It was her right as the ancient, powerful Control Devil to protect the pitiful Dreaming Devil. This unfortunate person was you, of course.

Sighing, you hoisted yourself up from the ground with gloved hands on your knees, using one to wipe the sweat on your brow before glancing around the valley. This area had been protected for the last century from being demolished and turned into a condominium because it was within the jurisdiction of a shrine outside Tokyo. And for the last century, it has served as a secret place for you to escape the city and remove yourself from the mask of a devil hunter in the Intelligence sector.

To bask in the solitude of nature for a few glorious hours before returning to the home that you shared with Makima. The priest did not mind if you planted seeds for a small garden, so long as you did not do anything to anger the gods’ resting place. A small price to pay for a ‘contract’ that allowed you to have freedom. In the time you have found this place, the small garden became a chaotic, lush area. And you would not have it any other way…except perhaps not two crows that you knew were under Makima’s control.

It was her way of respecting your privacy with a little….surveillance. You repaid such kindness by flipping up your middle finger and blowing a raspberry.

Yet despite the feeling of tranquility that flows over your stressed body, to be able to inhale the air in your lungs and just breath from the leash she had around your collar you knew deep down that this is not true freedom. Aware and you wanted more than just a garden to be free. You wanted to leave Tokyo and never come back. To go to some hidden corner of the world where no one, not even Makima, would even dream to think you would go.

You frowned. Wonderful. Now you felt like a hypocrite because of your excessive greed for freedom. Because without this garden, you knew you would have gone insane much sooner than your current mindset, being slowly and meticulously chipped away by Makima’s machinations until her focus reverted to Denji.

The boy who was a shell to the Chainsaw Devil. Her idol, the Hero of Hell. He was everything to Makima….but to you, he was dangerous. As the Dreaming Devil, you were both a strong and weak devil. You thrived on the fear from the poor souls who were trapped in the illusion of their worst nightmares - a tactic that your husband has used on more than one occasion in an interrogation with a stubborn suspect - and yet with dreams themselves, pure and impure, they made you weak. Since Denji’s mindscape was full of these dreams, he was less than an ideal partner to be around when devil hunting. Especially since Makima had every intention of using you as an incentive for the kid and ensuring his absolute obedience towards Public Safety.

So why didn’t it bother you as much as you thought it should? Did it have something to do with the Chainsaw Devil himself? Or were you just being stupid?

More importantly, why the fuck did Makima have to bring him home, of all the dogs she could have possibly selected? She knows how dangerous the Chainsaw Devil is. If the ‘dog’ had been another Hayakawa Aki, then there wouldn’t have been too many issues.

Well-known asshole and a competent Public Safety official, at least Aki knew when to stand down, or at the very least be much more aware of the situation than Denji was.

You still did not understand why his face always turned red when he was within your vicinity. Humans had weaker immune systems than devils, so he could just be sickly from making too many contracts than the average hunter.

Still doesn’t explain why you would run into him even though you never tell anyone where you’d be in the city. Even Denji would just so happen to be nearby when he ran up to greet you like an enthusiastic mutt.

Shaking your head, you resumed your work in the garden. Once weeding had been finished and some of the bushes trimmed, the skies began to transmute into a dark blueish color, overriding the reddish-orange hues of the remaining daylight. Ah. You have been here too long. It was time to go. Back to the cage that was a ‘home’ to Makima and her dogs.

Fumbling around in your pants pocket, your deft fingers removed a glass vial filled with sand. Pulling up the cork, you shook out the sand and murmured under your breath, allowing it to engulf your body in a vortex and teleport you approximately half a block from the condominium.

It wasn’t hard to see why the Dreaming Devil was also known as the Sandman to the humans who feared them so.

Wiping off some of the dirt on your shoulders and pants, the Dreaming Devil who craved freedom was gone, and in its place was a stoic human who worked under the Public Safety’s Intelligence sector, [First Name] [Last Name].

When she got off of the elevator on the third floor, Makima smiled. Ah, her wife was finally home from gardening and had dinner almost ready. She hadn’t intended to stay at the office until late, but Denji needed an extra incentive. Or would it be considered a punishment to fondle his superior’s chest when it was obvious that he’s lusting after her spouse?

She blinked for a moment, then shook her head. Well, either way, he was motivated to kill the Gun Devil. Promising a puppy that he’d get anything he wanted in exchange for destroying an enemy was effective. She briskly walked down the carpeted hall and towards a door with 307 etched in golden lettering. With a quick turn of the key, she stepped into the hallway and was immediately bombarded by her precious pups.

Makima gave a short laugh, her grin widening as she gave each of them a good scratch behind the ears. “Yes, Custard, Papa is home. Were you good for Mother today? I hope you were too, Tiramisu, or no special treat for you tonight. The same goes for you, Strawberry! Don’t think Mother did not tell me about how you tried to chew up the television remote again! You know that isn’t a toy.”

Once all of her precious children were given affection, she walked into the kitchen and saw her sweet spouse standing in the kitchen cleaning the dirty dishes. Makima glanced over at the dining room table and saw that everything had just been plated. Miso soup, grilled fish with rice, and boiled veggies. A typical Japanese staple, minus the wine glasses filled with a visceral red she was all too familiar with.

Although devils did not need human food to sustain their appetite, Makima truly appreciated the time and effort her wife had put into planning the meals they shared. Especially acquiring blood without tipping off any of the other tenants. Yet what caught her attention was [First Name]’s shoulders. She was shivering. Did she forget to put on a sweater after taking a shower?

Goodness, she was a forgetful one, wasn’t she?

But that’s all right. This is why the Dreaming Devil had a reliable husband to look after her well-being.

“Is everything all right?” Makima asked as she approached [First Name] from behind, wrapping her hands around her spouse and resting her chin on the devil’s shoulders. “It isn’t very cold in the apartment? Did you spend too much time outside again?”

[First Name] did not answer. Instead she kept scrubbing dishes in the sink with a soapy sponge, hot water spewing from the faucet. Yellow orbs widened slightly as realization hit Makima.

Ah. Is she afraid that something bad happened at work earlier today and she’d be punished for it? Silly, silly spouse.

“If you’re waiting on something, don’t worry.” Makima felt [First Name]’s body quiver even more when she tightened her grip on her spouse’s middle. “I love you very much, [First Name], and would never allow anything or anyone to hurt you. No one will ever lay a finger on you but me.”

Denji...and Aki....they might look at her wife but they will never lay a hand on her. Although she has been a good girl and never interacted with anyone except for the cashiers at the grocery store they will never stop covering what they desire the person who is hers by divine right.

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 22 days

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Okay but imagine thinking you're being with Kurt when you're dating him and realizing mid-sex that it's his evil version

eyeyeyeyyeyeyeyyee

Okok

So this version of Kurt is from a story where the X-Men come across an alternate timeline where this demon sorceror dude Belasco kidnapped Piotr's sister (who later becomes Magik thanks to this plot). In the first timeline, Piotr and Logan get killed while Storm and Nightcrawler become servants of Belasco. But Storm plays the long-game to change the past and defeat Belasco, while Kurt gets brainwashed into embracing evil.

Imagine getting transported alongside the others, and waking up to see Nightcrawler looking a bit different from when you saw him earlier that day. It's hard to tell with his features but he seems...older? And what the hell is he wearing?

His eyes widen when he sees you and he has his arms and legs wrapped around you while you ask what's going on. He's talking about how long it's been since he's seen you, but you were JUST with everyone in the mansion. Were you knocked out for a while down here in this place--hours? Days?

You feel his hands wander and his rags aren't concealing how hard he is. He isn't even wearing anything underneath. He's been clingy before, but never like this. Besides, this isn't the time or place! You try to push him away and tell him that you two can have some fun after figuring out what's going on and getting home, but Kurt quickly catches your arm and teleports you to a bed in the corner of the dingy room (it's more like a collection of pillows, or a large version of the kind of bed a pet would have).

"I've waited long enough to reunite with you like this, Schatz."

He's NEVER acted like this. Any further protests and attempts to fight him off just lead to him expertly pinning you down and shackling you with some cuffs (the same ones that used to confine him to his cell when he was first captured...how poetic that he'd use them on you now) while he roughly kisses you and drags his fangs over your deliciously soft skin. Your clothes are pulled over your head and tossed aside while his cock ruts against you underneath his rags. He latches onto one of your breasts, prying your thighs apart and moaning as he circles his middle finger around your little pearl. Already so wet and eager, just for him...

He moves off your chest and gives a few nips to your inner thighs before leaning down to feast on your cunt after a lifetime without you. You're still as sweet as ever. When he can't endure that aching desire to be inside you any longer, he decides to turn himself around so his cock is inches from your mouth while he continues to taste your inner walls. All it takes is you opening your mouth to beg him to listen to you, to stop and think about what he's doing, and he shoves himself past your lips. Your muffled cries and moans are almost as lovely as the way your swollen clit twitches around his tongue and how greedily you take one, then two fingers inside of your walls.

He's relentless, fucking his years of isolation and corruption down your throat. He suckles your clit and moans when you cum, holding your legs to keep you from jerking and seizing too hard as the spasms take you. When he pulls away, it's only to turn around and shove your thighs up before pounding into your dripping cunt with wild abandon. He's babbling about how long he'd wanted this, wanted you. He's going to keep you forever and live out the rest of his miserable life serving Belasco only so he can return to his chambers and give into his own dark desires and lust. You'll be the pet of a pet, and he knows you'll love it once you succumb just like he did. He uncorks one of the potions he'd learned from his master, one meant for seduction. Surely this will help you see things his way.

Meanwhile, the Kurt who fell through a portal like you swears he heard your voice crying out. He sprints to follow the sound and hears other things: metal chains shaking, a strangely familiar male voice...but your voice, YOUR voice is what fills him with dread. You're panting and moaning, and begging for mercy.

He teleports into the room to catch your captor by surprise, but he's the one who winds up stunned; it's...him, or a doppelganger, and he's...no.

The devil with his face grins and turns your head to face this new guest. Your face is radiating heat, your lips glossy as you struggle to keep your mind and body from coming undone again. The shocked, horrified, confused look on his past self's face pushes Corrupted!Kurt to the edge as he cums inside you, pulling you close in a terrible embrace. He looks at Kurt with a mocking smile, still rocking his hips inside of you while using his tail to tease your overstimulated clitoris. "You're interrupting a long-awaited reunion, Mein Freund. I'd forgotten just how wonderful our Liebling sounded, felt, tasted." He gives you a sloppy kiss and looks back at Kurt who's still in shock.

"You have two choices. Try to take her away from me and die, or..." He rests his head on your chest, eyes glittering. "You can join in, and give in to what I know you want. What WE want."

#tw: noncon #.x men #yandere x men #.nightcrawler #yandere nightcrawler #.myshit #fem darling

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mykinkyyandere · 2 years

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AO3

Warnings: Yandere, dark, smut, student-teacher thing, naive reader, creepy teacher Charles Xavier, reading minds without consent, stalking, jerking off, reader isn't underage

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You: *in your dorm, trying to do tomorrow's homework & about to fall asleep*

Charles: *reading your mind inside his bed and smiles in pleasure, panting* You're such a good little pupil, darling.

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ablobwhowrites · 1 year

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hear me out ahajhaj yandere howdy?

OR LIKE YANDERE WALLY

hear me out yandere welcome home neighbors, no mercy for m/n or gn y/n in this, we are going all the way gentlemen/my friends. Plus wally definitely doesn’t make paintings and drawings of you while he’s at home and has a shrine from all the stuff he stole and you have given him. And Eddie give you love letters he wrote for you. Frank would study the bugs or kind of flowers you like. Julie and poppy would make sweets for you. Howdy would have things you like in his shop and oddly you have never said anything to howdy but hey your favorite stuff is in his shop. A Barnaby would have you hangout and him being like the funcle like spirit, he’d talk about random shit with you…….and you always feel off when outside…..like something is staring at you even if no one is outside….always Wally’s house that was always off putting to you but hey at least your neighbors will never hurt you……right?

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gulnarsultan · 2 months

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Can I request oneshot: Dark younger Erik Lehnsherr/Magneto(x men movie) x fem s/o whose mutation is that her power is giving people bad luck and because of this power she always isolates herself because she doesn't want to hurt anyone. she was found by Erik whom he fell madly in love with her, and he doesn't care about her power and tells her to embrace it and so with huge reluctance she did; personality wise she is gentle and soft spoken and when he reveals his dark love for her instead of being afraid and running away, she is compliant (This takes place the after First Class when Erik left the X men to recruit mutants to join him that's when he first met fem s/o and noticed her power he gave her the codename misfortune since then she's with him all the way to Dark Phoenix)

Hello. Thank you for this beautiful scenario. Honestly, I especially like writing Erik as a dark or yandere. I hope you like it.

◇ Sweet misfortune ◇

After leaving the X-Men, Erik began recruiting mutants to his side. He found several mutants with different abilities. Then he was walking through a neighborhood and saw your reader. He felt as if his heart had stopped for a moment and he couldn't breathe. The reader enters her house a few minutes later. Erik spends weeks gathering information about the reader. No matter what, Erik was determined to hook reader. He meets the reader by pretending it's a coincidence. The courtship process, which lasts a few weeks, quickly progresses to the lover stage. The reader is anxious and insecure about her mutation. However, Erik is very helpful to the reader regarding her mutation. Erik's obsessive love soon comes to light. Unlike Erik's anxiety and fear, the reader did not fear, did not try to escape, or did not fight. Erik is very grateful for this situation. Once you both start a relationship, breaking up is out of the question. From now on, you will be together until your last breath. Erik is protective, possessive and jealous towards you. The reader and Erik have a happy family. Erik is determined not to lose his family again.

#erik lensherr imagine #erik lehnsherr x reader #erik lensherr x reader #erik lensherr #yandere erik lehnsherr #yandere erik lehnsherr x reader #yandere x men #yandere marvel #dark erik lehnsherr #yandere magneto #yandere magneto x reader #dark magneto #yandere male

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angelsworks · 10 months

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His Frail Yandere!Victor Creed x Reader

Chapter One

Series Masterlist -> Here

Summary: After being kidnapped by a group of mutant haters, you find yourself lost in the wilderness. What you don’t know

Hands bound, eyes blindfolded, legs weak. That’s how you woke up. You lay on metal and from the way it rattled and thundered, you deduced it was some sort of vehicle.

Voice, you heard voices. Men’s voices to be precise. Their words were muffled through the wooden wall separating the main cab from the back, where you lay helpless.

You mind drifted to how you’d got here. Tied up and bruised. Then you remembered. You had been ambushed.

The quiet town you lived in was extremely small. Everyone knew everyone. There was one bar, one school, one store. With the low number of residents there only needed to be one.

You and your mother had lived apart from the rest of the town. You lived deep in the woods where you could be free. In the natural oasis you could be yourself. Be free to express your mutation. At the very least you were a mutant.

You knew from your longer than average nails that grew thick and sharp, from your almost enhanced sense of smell and speed, from your very slight healing factor and of course your agility.

You could dart between trees, jump from trunk to trunk and outrun anyone who chased you. Your mutation was almost catlike.

For the majority of your childhood you’d been kept isolated by your mother. She feared the others in the town wouldn’t take kindly to mutants. She couldn’t have been more right.

When you were a teenager and more in control, you were allowed to go back to public school. You were treated as the outsider by your fellow classmates. They pointed out your differences and mocked you for them. Like how you weren’t the most socially developed person, having only spoken to one person for a large chunk of your life.

Regardless you’d made it through high school. Your senior class was ready to graduate in a couple of weeks. Class time became free time as students enjoyed their break from finals.

One day after class you’d been approached by some guy. He’d spoke briefly before trying to kiss you. You pushed him away. That made him angry, which in turn caused him to lunge for you. Lightening quick you were able to move away, to dodge his attacks and land a few of your own. It only took a few for the guy to become winded and hurt. Your strength clearly more than he expected. More than you expected.

What you didn’t know was that word had spread. A few of the locals got together and worked on theories. They’d seen your nails, your strength, your reflexes. They had put it together that you were a mutant.

A few nights later there was a knock at your door. You’d just been for a run in the woods. Wearing shorts and a sports bra. You were about to take a shower, but instead chose to stay in the living room. Incase the stranger at the door brought trouble.

Those same men who feared you for your mutant abilities had come to your door. They made threats to your mother through the doorway, wanting you to come out. She refused of course, blocking their way with her body.

As one tries to get past, another knocked your mother down. As she got up they knocked her down again, causing her to fall and hit her head. The sight made you scream out as you tried to get to her. Only to be restrained by two of the men. Together they outnumbered you.

Soon they realised she was dead. That’s when chaos ensued. Some of the men realised what would happen if anyone found out. Others thought they should torch the place. But the leader, who you found out was John, had a different plan.

“Let them come, let them investigate,” his eyes drifted to you. “They’ll find the town recluse dead. It looks like an accident. She tripped, she fell, she died.”

The man holding you spoke up, “What about the girl, if she’s dead too they’ll definitely think somethings happened.”

John sighed, eyes closed in thought. Then they flicked open, a grin growing in his face. “Then we take her away. Somewhere they wouldn’t look. We kill her there.”

In the last few days you’d travelled in the back of what you assumed was their van. You had no idea where they were taking you, but it wouldn’t matter much if they were going to kill you there anyway.

In the days that past you wet your blindfold many times. Thinking of your mother and her lifeless eyes. How no one would find her for days if not weeks. How you wouldn’t be there to make sure she was taken care of. You could only hope someone from town would be kind enough to do that.

After what felt like a hours after you woke up, the van finally stopped. The doors to the cab opened and you heard footsteps. Then the back door opened and you were jerked to stand and walk out the van.

Your blindfold was removed and your roped were cut. Now you could see John in front of you. Flanked by two other men with guns in hand.

The land around you was covered In white, snow. The trees barren of any leaves. Just days ago you were home where you were sure it was the greenest summer you’d ever seen. Here there was no indication the sun reached the trees, or the ground. The snow remained despite the sun in the sky. There were no marked paths, you weren’t even sure if there was a main road. Just barren trees and rocky peaks. They too covered in snow.

“I’m going to count to thirty okay? And you’re gonna run. After thirty me and my boys are gonna hunt you down and kill you. You hear me?” John all but shouts in your face. You nod hastily. Legs feeling almost like jelly as adrenaline fills your body.

With your limbs free and eyes open you’re ready to go whenever. There’s always the chance that he’s lying to you. That as soon as you turn around he’ll shoot you in the back of your head. You can’t not try though. You want to live.

“One.”

You legs push you forward with almost inhuman speed. You dart through the trees, weaving around them to try and throw off any shooter. You push on to your right. The ground inclining as you start to run up a hill. It becomes clear after a minute of running that you are not dressed for the cold. Your spandex shorts and sports bra do nothing to keep out the cold. Your feet are bare and the snow numbs your toes.

You try to focus on putting distance between yourself and the three men hunting you down. Now as you look over your shoulder, they seem to be out of sight. That doesn’t mean you can put your guard down. So you keep pushing your body to keep working.

Despite your enhanced hearing, it’s only slightly better than average hearing. So you miss the words exchanged by your captors.

They two men look confused as John gets back inside the cab.

“Aren’t you gonna follow her John?” One asks as he gingerly follows and sits in the van.

John waves a hand, “It would be a waste of my time and a waste of my bullets. She’ll die out there in that cold. There isn’t a town in sight for her to run to. She’s stranded.”

While he was right about the cold, he was wrong about the woods being abandoned. In fact it’s only inhabitant crouched nearby, listening to their conversation. He’s picked up their scent as they drove up the road. He was hunting nearby and it had messed with his senses.

He’d smelled the three men of course. But mixed with that he’d smelt something more interesting, he’d smelt something sweet, something innocent. There were no harsh smells tarnishing this scent, except the abundance of fear that lined it.

He was sure you were a mutant. More than that he was sure you were his frail. A creature destined for him, like a soulmate. Only this was more primal. The beast in him was tied to you. Wanted to claim you and mate you and own every part of you. He wanted to make you his.

But first he wanted to take care of these three men. He’ll do so with great pleasure.

#angelsworks post #dark #yandere x men #x-men #victor creed #yandere Victor creed #yandere! victor creed #victor creed x reader #feral!victor creed #dark!victor creed #yandere work

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yandere-kokeshi · 7 months

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I've been thinking about succubus Johnny. Him being the 'classic' gentleman, always bringing you flowers whenever you felt like shit, especially when your bf disappeared 'suddenly'.

The police reports were exhausting. But he was always there. Wasn't he? He lived in your apartment complex. Something that was easy to meet up with him.

But, one day, the promise of him taking you out on a 'friendly date', he doesn't message you. Call you. A day turns into two. Two turns into a full week of unanswered calls.

You're worried. So you head over to his apartment, using the extra key he gave you for 'emergencies'.

And once you came in, you could hear groaning from upstairs. The sounds of slickness and the smell of sweat turned you on more than ever. When you step closer to his bedroom, your name is being whisked around like a drug; his thick accent promising to take good care of you.

He could be better than anyone. Especially your dumb bf. He was never good enough for you. But Johnny is.

You opened the door, but couldn't contain yourself suddenly. You felt hot. Way hotter than you did down there. And when you caught him, his slicked-covered cock in the pillow, his eyes glazed over with pink, you were hypnotized immediately.

He pounces on you, throwing your body against the wall, his sharpened teeth nicking at your skin and pulling at it; hands gropping at your body as he dirty talks to you.

Johnny growled. An obvious warning of what was gonna come, especially with his hardened cock that was jabbing at your thigh.

Though, he'd make sure that you scream his name. Legs clamped over his waist as he wrecked your insides. Especially when he marks you as his. A prominent sickle on your lower tummy as a promise.

#kokeshi!!#kokeshi rambles!#mw2 soap #mw2 johnny #cod mw2 #yandere x men #thoughts #😭😭😭#yandere thoughts #smut

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anxiousnerdwritings · 1 year

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okay but Wade and Venessa would be the only ones that actually treated Mutant!Reader like a person

yeah, sometimes Wade can get a bit carried away but when does Wade not get a bit carried away? and Venessa is always there to reign him in so he doesn’t push the reader away like the x-men or the avengers did

and you know it just pains them see the three of them forming a real familial bond in some random run down house with Blind Al and occasionally Dopinder or Weasel whilst they’re all spying from various windows or bushes because the reader’s powers keep them at a healthy distance

The X-men and the Avengers just being completely perplexed with the fact that the Reader would willingly stay with Deadpool. Like, what are they doing wrong for the Reader not to like them? Meanwhile, Wade and Vanessa being pretty chill and overall good parents to the Reader, giving them space and not smothering them like the X-men and Avengers had. Sure Wade goes over the top more times then not but that’s just how he is and honestly the Reader kinda digs his chaotic personality.

I could see Wade allowing Domino and Cable to be the Reader’s aunt and uncle respectively. Just imagining the X-men spying on the Reader with Wade and Vanessa only to see Domino and Cable pull up, being happily let into the family’s makeshift home and made a part of the family is so frustrating and disheartening for the X-men to watch.

This may be enough to have the X-men and Avengers desperately willing to compromise and work together to get the Reader back. If the Reader’s powers are keeping them from being able to go near them whatsoever then they’ll just have to find a way to work around that, won’t they?

Also, Wade is very well aware of the fact that the X-men and Avengers are camped outside his little abode and he loves shoving it down their throats that their bby is all his now. He makes sure they have a front row seat to the affection and family antics that goes on, seeing exactly what their missing out on and probably will never get (unless maybe the Reader is able to be brainwashed or mind controlled to some degree).

#anxious answers #yandere wade wilson #yandere deadpool #yandere x men #yandere avengers #yandere x-men concept #yandere avengers concept #yandere marvel concept #yandere concept

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coffee-ig · 2 years

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Can you do yandere jean grey with a reader with wanda maximoffs powers? How would she deal with that?

tw; yandere themes

Listen, darling with Wanda's powers? Now, this will slightly be a (huge) problem for Jean. It depends on which universe we are talking about because in a few of them Wanda's powers are way more superior than Jean's.

Also she is a great manipulator, she does have the power of telepathy and does know what you are thinking but never underestimates you. She knows that if you lose control then there will be chaos.

This is also the reason why she would prefer a mutant who does not have such potential or a human. Either ways she would have chose you to be her darling for your strength and your personality. She does have a lot of troubles with you. For example keeping your emotions in check. Making sure your powers are fine and you don't have a breakdown because if you do then shit erupts even more. The major thing is to keep you on her side. She has to have you, and she does manipulate you. She also has to make sure that you don't grow a lot stronger because if you do, then it will be a problem for her. and you might break free. Now, that is something what she fears.

#yandere #yandere headcanons #headcanons #yandere mcu #mcu headcanons #yandere jean grey #yandere x men

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rainrivers1 · 2 months

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💧Fanfiction and Mood Board Requests💧

Welcome to my blog! My name is Rain and I am open to writing requests on fanfiction and mood boards.

Fandoms:

That time I was reincarnated as a slime

Record of Ragnarok

Hazbin Hotel

MHA

One Piece

Demon Slayer

Avengers

Moon knight

X-men

Star Wars

Hunter x Hunter

Inside Job

Hero x Villain

Rules:

I’ll only write on fandoms that I am familiar with. I am fine with you requesting anything, but if I am not familiar with it, I will put it on hold.

I am comfortable with anything. Fluff, SFW, NSFW, Yanderes and more. I am fine with anything except anything too political, if it is, please expect that it will be declined.

If you ever want to request, just ask. It can be anon or not. And if you just want to chat, I am fine with that too.

#that time i got reincarnated as a slime #villain x hero prompts #yandere star wars #yandere x men #yandere marvel concept #hunter x hunter #one piece #request #open requests #record of ragnarok #moon knight #fanfic #inside job

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peoplesgraves · 1 year

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Hi! Could you maybe write some headcannons for yan!deadpool with s/o who he kidnaps but they go on a hunger strike to gain their freedom?

Yandere Deadpool X Reader On A Hunger Strike Headcanons

•At first wayde wouldn’t worry about you not eating assuming that maybe your stomach hurt or you just were up to it. It’s probably around two days of not eating for wade to really notice.

•At first he’ll be gentle asking if you feel ok and checking your tempature once those come back ok then I think he’d assume it was his fault for not having something you’d wanna eat. He’d disappear for a bit and bring back your favorite food all while smiling cheekily and asking for a kiss in return.

•Then if you still don’t eat he’ll get really worried. He’ll beg you to eat and try to bribe you by offering to buy that new video game you’ve been eyeing or maybe a maybe a pet to keep you company?

•He’d slowly resort to trying to feed you himself first with cutesy airplane noises and then eventually tying you to a chair and literally forcing the food in your mouth. He doesn’t have the heart to do that to you again so he really hopes one time was enough for you to eat on your own.

•As an absolute last resort I think he’d call one of his shady contacts for help. Like placing a feeding tube until you prove you’ll eat on your own.

•Wade would be even sweeter than usual after that. Although he thinks this is just a natural consequence of your actions, he still feels awful. It’s a necessary evil.

•He’ll let you say or do whatever you want to him with no problem. Tell him how much you hate him until your lungs bleed or stab him with his own swords and he’ll just stand there and take it like a human punching bag but the second you do something hazardous to yourself, Wade will do anything to stop it.

#yandere deadpool #yandere wade wilson #yandere x men #yandere marvel #yandere mcu

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your-regular-toast-enjoyer · 1 year

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A little poll and some updates

Hey!

So, I know I haven’t uploaded in a while, at first it was because I had final papers to write… all 6 of them, which each counts for 20% of my final grade in their corresponding subjects, (the woes of an IB high school student, lol)…

Anyways, I’m working on two different pieces with Damian, so those are coming up… however, I’ve gotten influenza, so it might take a few days or who knows…

Anyways! I was wondering if I should start writing for other characters, like Mike Milligram or Cherri Cola from the Killjoys comics or someone else… thus, I wanted to know what types of yanderes you guys prefer, since it’d help me choose which character fits that the best!

I would really appreciate it, if you answered the poll, it’s completely anonymous and takes less than a minute! Although it’s totally understandable if you don’t, no pressure! I also might make something where you guys can anonymously request characters from either DC, Dark horse or X-Men comics/tv-shows/movies

…idk how to end this message, ehm… Kind regards, Toast

#yandere x reader #yandere comic #yandere #yandere dc #yandere x men #Yandere dark horse #Poll #Yandere poll

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 19 days

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We’re talking about X-Men yanderes? What about my underloved man Morph? Probably fell for his Darling because they were nice to him and laughed at his jokes. Not to mention that his mutant power is that he can morph into anybody else! Think of all the possibilities!

Yeyeye

Speaking of Morph on a silly note, I STILL say "This one's for you, Morph" because that line continues to kill me to this day. Like if I'm in a boss fight or about to start something difficult I do the gruff Wolverine voice and everything

#.sillyshit #.x men #.morph #yandere x men #yandere morph #thots

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obsessivevoidkitten · 5 months

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Animal Farm: Tuesdays

Three Yandere Dog Men x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: Noncon, knotting, nonhuman genitals, cum swallowing, spitroasting, biting, male harem, dog men, reader fucked silly, general yandere behavior, licking, scent marking Word Count: 555 (The next long awaited installment in my farm series. I hope you all love it. <3 I did not bother having this beta read, sorry for any mistakes. The original fic can be found HERE along with the links to the other installments)

You were still tired from the thorough orgy that the harpies had given. At least they provided you with plenty of gentle aftercare. But now it was Tuesday. And that meant that you were the property of the dog-men. Another day in the endless cycle of being a cumdump for horny monster men. You really dreaded time with the dogs. They always ended up biting the hell out of your neck. You entered the small cabin that the dog men inhabited and one of the cat men, Lionel, came stumbling out with a dazed look on his face and cum dribbling down his thighs. Good… maybe that would mean there urges were already taken care o- Your train of thought was interrupted when you were thrown on the bed by the most assertive of the three dog men, the one that had the ears and tail of s German Shepherd, Thorn. His claws slid under your waist band and partially pulled down to reveal your hole which he lapped at like a treat. “Fuck, I have been waiting a week for this farmer~” Apparently breeding Lionel did nothing to quell the desire to bury their knots in you. When he got tired of fucking you with his tongue he slid his dick in to the base, the bone in it jabbed you painfully until it mercifully swelled to full size. The stretch was only mildly uncomfortable. After bringing you to climax his knot inflated in you and kept the two of you tied with him periodically humping gently to enjoy the sweet friction against his knot as he plied you full of his hot seed. He gave your neck a quick bite before sliding out of you and then before you knew it one of the other two, this time the husky-like dog man, Corr, was slamming into you. But the third, Len, the fluffy one that had the features of a Newfoundland, couldn’t wait his turn. So while Corr was busy breeding your overstimulated hole Len took it upon himself to slide past your soft lips. The smell of his musky cock filled your nostrils as his nuts slapped your chin with every thrust. You whimpered and moaned lustfully into his cock as Corr started to knot you. Corr bit you on your shoulders and back as he began the long process of slowly depositing cum in waves into you as dog men did. Your body shook as you came again, but you started gagging a bit as Len knotted in your mouth. His dick twitched periodically as it sent another wave of bitter cum down your throat, leaving you no other option but to swallow. If you thought you were done you were sorely mistaken. Thorn had gotten hard again and plunged his cock right back into your now cum-lubed hole the second Corr had pulled out of it. A few hours later, when the fuck fest was finally done, the dog men all turned very loving and gentle. They licked you clean of their seed and bathed you, but they rubbed your clothes with their scent before allowing you to get dressed again. They spent the rest of the day feeding, cuddling, and caring for their little mate who was too dazed and tired from all the sex to really do much.

#yandere terato #yandere teratophilia #yandere #yandere harem #male harem #yandere male harem #yandere farm #yandere dog men #yandere dog hybrids #yandere boyfriends #yandere male x reader #x reader #male yandere x gender neutral reader #My OCs #My OC Corr #My OC Len #My OC Thorn

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