tw - stalking, nonconsensual touching, implied kidnapping, and unbalanced power dynamics.
There was someone in your bedroom.
You were also pretty sure you had a stalker, but you were holding on fiercely to the delusion that those two issues may be miraculously unrelated. The stalker thing had come up a couple months ago. You’d been in the corner booth of your favorite café when you felt eyes boring into you from across the room. The culprit was familiar – a pretty, black haired girl who always seemed to take just as long to nurse her coffee as you did. This was not the first time you’d seen her. This was, also, not enough for you to label her a stalker.
That part came later, when the man she was sitting across from noticed her little staring problem and approached you. His smile had been easy, his tone nonchalant. “Sorry about my sister,” he’d said. “Cassandra’s new to Gotham. Hasn’t really gotten the hold of starting conversations with attractive strangers, yet.”
Your gaze slid back to the sister – Cassandra. So, she had a crush. A little creepy, but still well outside of stalker territory.
No. That title would be earned by what came next.
“I’m flattered…” You paused, smiled. “But taken, unfortunately. And very happily.”
The man laughed, apologized. Behind him, so quickly and so delicately that you had to wonder if you’d imagined it, Cassandra shook her head. Her expression never dimmed, and her eyes never left you.
Somehow, she’d known you were lying.
And, now, there was someone in your bedroom.
You could feel their stare. Hot and heavy and burrowing into the back of your head. You were facing the wall, but your room wasn’t big enough to provide the security of a comfortable distance. In your peripheral, you could make out a dark splotch in the farthest corner, entirely disparate from the usual outlines and silhouettes your mind would sometimes turn into monsters in the dead of night. This was new. This was alien. This was real.
For lack of an ability to fall back on denial, you searched for other explanations. You lived in Gotham. Weird things happened all the time. Maybe you’d been dosed with the Scarecrow’s fear toxin and were currently hallucinating. Maybe the dead had risen from their graves (again) and you were the victim of a particularly voyeuristic ghost. Maybe one of the Bats was staking out your apartment complex for a case – it’d happened to your cousin, once, and she had a batarang to prove it. You’d almost lulled yourself to sleep when your dubious-intentioned home invader spoke and, instantly, dispelled every overly optimistic theory you’d managed to scrap together.
“You’re awake.”
Not a question. Not a hallucination, either. You didn’t recognize the voice – feminine and low with the rasp of someone who rarely spoke above a whisper. You tried not to move, not to give any indication that she was right, but all your efforts earned was an airy laugh, a couple feather-light footsteps, and a dip at the foot of your bed. You were trembling by the time you felt her hand on your shoulder, a slight tremor which escalated to full-blown shaking as she eased you onto your back. Never once did you think about running. Somewhere inside of you, there was a deep, animal awareness that the deer who bolted was also the one the wolves were most likely to chase.
Not that she needed to chase you.
Even in the dark, you recognized Cassandra immediately. Any previously considered alternatives had been fantasies – cruel ones, at that. Her cropped hair hung loose around her face. Her lips were split apart in less of a smile and more of an effort to bare her teeth, and her eyes were so wide and so dark, you were momentarily convinced that her pupil had spilled open and consumed the rest of her iris. She leaned down, nuzzling against your cheek, then threw a leg over your body, straddling your waist. Caging you in beyond any hope of escape.
“So pretty…” She was mumbling, now, as if totally unconcerned whether or not you heard. A hand came up to cup your cheek. She was wearing gloves – well, no, she was wearing a suit. Leather and spandex rubbed awkwardly against your skin, weighing you down more than should have been possible. It probably wasn’t a good sign that whatever she planned to do you necessitated full-body coverage. “That’s how I knew it had to be you,” she went on. “I tried, but I couldn’t find anyone else I wanted to look at forever.”
Again, she leaned down. Her lips barely brushed against yours before she drew back, a stream of hitched, almost nervous laughter filling your bedroom. “It’s so—” She cut herself off, dragging a hand through her hair. “There’s pressure on my chest and my head feels— I don’t know what it is. Do you?”
A beat lapsed before you realized she actually expected you to answer. Even then, it took long, agonizing seconds to find your voice and force your tongue to move. “…love?”
“No.” Her response, on the other hand, didn’t require so much as moment of consideration. “I’ve been in love. This is something else.”
Huh.
Your stalker had broken into your apartment, pinned you down, kissed you, and she wouldn’t even say she loved you. If you weren’t so scared, you might’ve been offended.
“I—um, Cassandra—”
“Cass.”
“Alright, Cass.” You choked down your nerves. “Would you mind… leaving, please?”
She blinked, and you pictured her hands wrapping around your throat, her cloying voice cooing in your ear as she finally, miserably ended your life. But, instead, her smile only grew wider. In one smooth motion, she’d gotten off of you and perched on the side of your bed. You were reminded, unhelpfully, of a one-night stand pulling their clothes back on minutes after the conclusion of their namesake.
“I should. Patrol. B gets mad.” She pushed herself to her feet, making her way to your door. Unhurried, she pulled it open, only to linger in the doorway as those terrible, dark eyes found you yet again. “You’ll come to my place tomorrow, alright?”
You didn’t respond. She waited. Eventually, you forced yourself to nod – the gesture so rushed and shaky, there wasn’t a soul on the planet who could mistake it for anything other than pure, unadulterated fear.
Cassandra’s smile widened.
Without another word, she turned around and shut the door, leaving you in total, unending darkness.
MY ORDINARY LIFE — prequel: don't romance the NPC.
ft. romantic/platonic yandere batfam! x gn! isekai'd reader x yandere neglected main character (y/n) x other yandere! dc characters
read under the end for an author's note.
tw: no use of names for you (the mc), (y/n) is a character of their own, allusions to functional depression, emotional neglect, and vague implications of cheating.
there is not a story as incredibly unoriginal, uninteresting, and most importantly, so god-damned uninspiring compared to yours.
it sounds like an exaggeration, but let's be real, you're as notable as a faceless side character in a video game: a gray, unassuming block of an unrendered three-dimensional model meant to blend in with the background.
that's how your life was destined to be.
you're a burnt out college student, you have loans to pay, a side hitch at a restaurant working the front. loving, middle-class parents — which is somehow the most interesting part of your boring persona — and you're simply just the picture perfect imagery of how accurate a normal plot could get.
you have interests, yes, heaven forbid you don't because it would imply you're beyond subhuman, maybe even a blank slate, which is a far off worse fate.
but back to the point, you have your likes. you like reading anything from comics to mangas, that's what you tell your friends and other potential (and failed) dates. you like feeding strays roaming around sidewalks. you like staying up late listening to reddit stories and watching short-form content in whichever site piqued your interest that day.
you pretend that romance is beneath you (in truth, your love life as fickle as your personality), but then a secret part of you indulges in fanfiction in the middle of the night, which is only kept between you and your decades old plush toys in your apartment. you have hobbies. you sometimes sing ballads in your showers, you partook in crocheting, even knitting, failed in both. and sometimes, you do a godforsaken activity you found after doomscrolling in the archives of the internet when you've got nothing to do, give up on it too within an hour, start something new, the cycle repeats, which basically means...
congratulations! you're a human being.
that's as much of an introduction that you've needed to get along with your life and your story. you don't travel much, you don't go out to eat as often as you'd like, your life isn't built on overarching goals like finding a cure for cancer, exploring every country, or traveling to space; you only ever thought of surviving college, finding a decent job with a decent paycheck, splurge all your savings on a trip to probably one of the seven wonders of the world after two decades of slaving off. and that's really it.
you're just living and going about the flow in your life. like floating motes of dust and debris scattered in the air.
you're not entirely satisfied, but you're also not depressed.
you're not suicidal, you're not the type to hurt yourself over small inconveniences. self-deprecating jokes, yes, but not to the point of self-harm.
you sometimes wish for something better, for something interesting to happen: a jackpot at the lottery, a surprise baby, an accident; nothing ever happens, but you're not less grateful at the same time.
you convince your thoughts everyday, in the middle of brushing your teeth, in front of your mirror, in front of the mundane sight before you that, "it could be worse."
thank god it wasn't.
(you sometimes hope it was, just to excuse feeling empty despite it all).
you have your fanfiction to read every night, the bi-monthly shopping sprees if you could afford it, your parents who you could turn to when you're feeling down (even if they sometimes feel invisible and distant, even if your messages were sometimes left unread when your nightly rants became too complicated for them to handle). your have friends, both on campus and online (who all never feel enough to provide you any true laughter, who awkwardly smile at you through calls or lunch dates when they see even a single trace of frown on your face— like they didn't expect such a low maintenance person to be... anything remotely negative; when all you've provided are jokes and never honest connections).
all of them are enough for you to not complain about how nothing interesting really happens to you personally.
in the simplest terms, you're what they call... happy.
not satisfied. not fulfilled. but isn't what they call a normal life a happy life?
you're happy. not too much, not too little. just enough to keep living, and that should be enough.
(enough to ignore the hazy void in your chest. to bury the aching urge to be more. to be something. to be anything other than a faceless person in a crowd—
but those are bad thoughts, those are depressing thoughts, and sad and bad and terrible thoughts should go away and only appear when you decide it should.)
yet... at the same time.
if you were offered another chance, another lease in life, another attempt to make something out of nothing, you'd take it too.
in fact, you'd take anything.
so when you somehow find yourself opening your eyes after a night of scrolling through an archive waiting for any updates to whichever book you're reading— lying on unfamiliar bedsheets, foreign walls surrounding you, crusty eyelids snapped open and awoken by the honk of a loud car from the buzz of the streets outside; one would expect that after momentary confusion, you'd react along the lines of positivity — jumping up from the bed, yelling "huzzah! what an awesome chance to escape this prison i call my mundanity!" — or falling into despair because you're too comfortable with your previous life.
nope. instead, you facepalm, your fingers feeling the skin of your brows furrowing. you slam your body back into the cushions, and let out an exasperated sigh. a substitute for what was supposed to be a frustrated scream.
that's right.
even the fucking way you transmigrated was boring as hell.
it could've been the catalyst for a decent hook in your character introduction, but who the hell would listen to a story like yours if you told them you simply "woke" up in another world.
not thrown, not prophesized, not dropped.
realistically, for your case, you could've been hit by a garbage truck trying to save a cat with a suicide wish making a run for the streets under heavy traffic. or stabbed from right behind. or killed by your childhood nemesis, pushed from a high drop, swearing revenge in another life with a tragic monologue for how short your life has been lived.
but waking up?!
holy shit, you might as well win a reward for being more generic than those black haired anime protagonists you've watched before.
at least they got something interesting to vouch for. like transforming into a fridge, slime, gaining some magical abilities, or, literally anything other than just waking up in a normal body!
you laugh, sarcastic and bloody dry, like the air around you. it reeks of an amalgamation of black car smoke, bile taken from the mouth of a drunk, and crisp, humid mildew growing on the corners of your boxed room. almost like the equivalent of gotham air and—
wait.
you've read about this exact same description before. in the fanfiction you've read the night before this happened.
last night, before you went to bed.
you hear your socked feet thud to the floor faster than your racing mind could register. you have to confirm something.
your head turns to windows left of your bed, you take a slow, precautionary step towards it, noting the way it frosts over, periodically, like the air itself is breathing with you.
but it wasn't winter, your body feels naturally toasty, your breath doesn't exude any misty coldness like it should. looking around, you see the heater inside your room is turned off, but instead there seems to be a dehumidifier operating and buzzing, as if it could combat the toxic stench harassing your nose.
also, the slight smog misting your windows wasn't your usual colors of bleak and boring grays.
no, your eyes widen, your throat constricts.
"holy shit..."
were your first words in this totally unfamiliar world.
just from your distance alone could you see that the air wasn't colorless or like the greys from a polluted city, as it should normally be—
but it was exhibiting hues of unearthly neon greens and blazing purples.
fuck, it looked like a living, breathing, pulsing plume of danger and uncertainty; a warning to anybody who dares to even open their windows in its cancerous state.
you may be average, but you're not stupid.
as much as you wish to confirm the location you transmigrated to, you wouldn't want to take the risk of opening your windows — looking even closer, you could see it's locked with multiple complex latches meant for an apocalyptic setting; and you're once again reminded that you've read about this before — now backing off, slow and deliberate, as the back of your shaking knees hit the frame of your bed.
your throat constricts, your nose still aches trying to get accustomed to the stench of your new life. shit, you notice the smell of it somehow fills the air too. you want to laugh at the irony, but you're too afraid to even think of anything else in this moment.
if this setting was recognizable enough, then you want to cry because it's simply unreal. if you've read about this, no you don't. you wish you didn't. it's fucking impossible that out of every possible world you'll get transported, you end up in the last fanfic you've read. it's wrong. you gaslight yourself, eyes glazing over the cacophony of mixing colors outside your tightly packed room, knees hitting your chest, like a wounded animal.
yet before you could even fall into the hands of a panic attack, before you found yourself gasping for air, a voice on the other side of your door knocked you out of your thoughts. gentle—
familiar. it calls out your name.
"— dear, are you alright there?" the voice... it's your dad's! your father, oh goodness gracious, you've never been more grateful before than now, "i heard some noise, figured you woke up to all the chaos outside. i'll go in right now, okay?"
your brain frantically tries to scramble for a reply, you attempt a "sure," but it comes out croaky, weird, and unreachable to the ears. your door opens before you can respond in full, it creaks, and in enters a familiar sight, a homely face. you could cry right now.
instead, you breathe in relief despite just how dry the air was.
your father, meanwhile, furrows his brow at you the moment his eyes reach your body, maybe because there's tears welling in your eyes, your lips are wobbling, and you look just like you've awoken from a nightmare—
or rather, you've awoken to a nightmare.
"bad night, hon?" he asks, stepping over your crumpled pile of papers, scribbled with equations, in the middle of the room. when he enters your line of vision, when the panic has slowly subsided, a closer look at him had you realizing he looked youthful, more composed, the years of stress haven't line his face yet. and hon? the last time he called you hon was when you were in your first years of college.
then that means this version of your dad is... younger.
younger, back when he was more affectionate, the same man who used to lovingly wrap his arms around his wife, your mother, from behind, who'd willingly kiss her cheeks before going to work— not without looking forced, not because it's a formed habit, but because he actually loved her. the present man before you was the same man who he hadn't yet withdrawn himself from you and your mother with the excuse of focusing more on work, on promotions and colleague drama.
he wasn't the same man who left the two of you to fend off for yourselves emotionally, who'd look more and more like a bank account than a husband as the years pass by.
and, well, your mother more or less would rather spend time with the neighbors to gossip about their neglectful husbands, hidden affairs and— that's far from what you want to think about at this moment, not when there's someone waiting for your answer right now.
you want to reply to the familiar stranger standing right in front of you, reassure him that you're fine, even if it's strange how your parents somehow were dragged into the fray of your transmigration; pretend like the normal you. but your mouth suddenly decided now was high time to stay breathless like a gaping fish caught fresh from the sea, staring up at him, at your father who's equally trying to discern your reactions.
he shakes his head, eyes still laced with genuine concern — so warm, it's as unreal as the pulsing fumes from outside — and brings his palms to ruffle your head. he sits at your bed, right beside you at a comfortable distance, both hands found its way to your clenched ones rested atop your locked knees.
his mouth opens, the words that come out are carefully chosen, but natural, as if he's said the same thing to you before.
"hon, i know it is bad, you're probably scared, i won't lie and say i'm not," his index finger points to the windows behind you, both of you look at the ethereal yet damned sight, at the still-aching air, now supersaturated with colors beyond unnatural and reasonable. then it returns to your fists again, in an attempt to ground you, he massages your shivering fingers while continuing to look at you in the eyes. he continues, "but we'll be fine. the joker does this all the time, hon, trying to poison the air with his toxins just to get a good laugh. at the end of the day, you know he'd be dealt with, that's just how the story goes—
"we're safe, as long as the city's vigilantes and the commissioner are in our prayers. so there's no need to be afraid, 'lright?" he ends his little encouraging speech with a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
you only nod at him in reply, biting your lips, eyes still wide at the man, your father, before you. but at least the thumping in your heart has subsided. at least, despite the initial panic, you have someone you can actually turn to, even if there's that nagging fear that your father is secretly a skinwalker imitating the identity of your real parent— but again, happy thoughts.
your father hums, satisfied at seeing your tense shoulders relax, your diluted eyes returning to a normal size. even with your lack of words could he see you're better now. he leans in forward, you flinch but you don't move when he makes the motion of kissing your forehead. in fact, something deep inside aches like an reopened wound instead.
as much as it pains to admit it: you missed this. you missed him.
the past image of your father. you stare ahead after his lips separate from your forehead, afraid that if you look at his kind eyes again, you'll possibly tear up and fall into the hopeless delusion that he wouldn't change, an oddly dystopian setting wouldn't erase his emotional absence by the near future— you still yearn this version of him though.
he didn't mind your lack of reply, you hear your sheets shuffle as he stands, "alright, i'll get out now. your mom's making dinner, your favorite. i'll call you when it's ready—
"oh, also, before i forget, we need to have a talk about your plans for gotham-u later at the table, 'kay?"
"mm." you hum, mindless, not really looking at him as he leaves the room, confirmed by the sound of your door clicking shut.
you only stare at the walls before you, at the lined shelves, the desk and you even turn your head back (avoiding the sight of the outside) to stare at your beloved plushies; really taking in the new setting.
your walls are the same color, your favorite one, but it's a different shade. the shelves are lined with a different arrangement of trinkets. even your desktop had a different layout, with foreign but likeable decorations. your laptop still had its personality, decorated with stickers that you know the same you would apply— you're in a place that still screams you, but in a different life.
it's just that this life feels way more dangerous than it lets on. and maybe that's what's different from your mundane life from before; waking up to the news of a nuclear gas invading the neighborhood.
because yeah— if being locked inside this seemingly foreign apartment, with the image your uncharacteristically kind parents from the past, with latches and locks being the only thing protecting you from the nuclear wasteland caused by the joker right outside your house... then maybe being transmigrated in this life sounds way more worth it if it meant removing yourself from the title of the most boring character the gods above have ever concocted.
wait, what?
"the... joker...?
"... gotham university?"
your fingers hastily try to clench the bedsheets in fear of falling off, vision blurring until everything you see before you become inconceivable, shapeless blobs. suddenly, like a beat dying to be heard, your mind races with thoughts, with a memory of the night before:
'(y/n) didn't understand why their so-called family were so determined to keep them locked up in the manor when all they said was that they're going out for groceries. the family all came rushing to them with stupid, dauntless claims that they're safest here, that gotham is currently in disarray because of the joker's bullshit attempt at clogging the city's sewage systems with laughing toxins once more— not like they'd care. they'd rather die than be faced with their condescending nerve to be gallant.'
'yet damian's sword blocks the main doors, ridding them of any chance of running off, a stupid frown on his face. the others are behind them, ready to pounce if they even try to escape. they roll their eyes, agitated, furious, but how are they to fight against a pack of starved vigilantes?'
'even if they have all the love and attention now, it wouldn't erase the fact that back then, when their eyes hadn't yet followed their form, when they was all but mere shadow, they could always sneak out without ever being caught. ever being seen. that was only ever the blessing of the curse bought upon their sad, little life.'
'"c'mon, dad," they say, with vehement contempt, looking back at the view of an equally frustrated but worried bruce. "if this is another one of your attempts to keep me locked up here again, then screw off and let me live in piece and buy some damn groceries!"'
'"language, (y/n).* bruce tries, with furrowed brows, to calm one of his youngest child with a cold, authoritative voice. but (y/n) refuses to back down. their arms cross, as if questioning bruce's authority, chest all puffed and angered eyes staring pointedly at bruce, their damned father.'
'it wasn't until tim drake cuts off the tense atmosphere with a phone and an article shown in its screen, shoved gently in front of (y/n)'s face, who's eyes scan over the title of: 'breaking news! the joker releases a new wave of experimental toxins at the city's sewage systems affecting many of the main districts!''
'after the younger sibling had done a quick read-through of the article, they roll their eyes at a cautious tim, who scratches the back of his head while saying, "my friends dorming near gotham-u told me it smells worse than shit there. like mold and amplified car smoke or something. also, the air's looks all neon over there too. it's real bad but the air can't be seen from here— why'd you think we're all suited up right now?"'
'yet at tim's very sensible statement, (y/n) could only stubbornly tsk, retorting with, "well, i would've known if you people actually allowed me to read the news instead of babying me every damn second.'
'"tsk, you know what? fine. whatever. i'll believe you for now, so go save the city so i can buy my groceries."'
'and with that, they refuse to look at the piercing of their family, turning on their heel and making their way to their bedroom, stomping the entire time. as if that alone would make family hear the melancholy engraved into every sound of (y/n)'s footsteps...'
holy shit, so you did read about this before. and you're in the exact same world in... in a neglected reader fanfic?! when the haze in your mind subsides and you regain your vision, you see your father standing right outside of the door, head peaked inside your room, hand on the knob and a worried stare in the other— how long have you been reminiscing? has time passed that quickly?
"you seem pretty caught up in your daydreams, hon," he says, yet his expression now twists to a fond smile at the silly thought of you getting lost in your thoughts, eyes glazed with affection, "— that should come later, though. dinner's ready."
'okay, calm down, you. don't make yourself obvious.'
"'kay, dad," you respond, letting go of your crumpled sheets, ignoring the slight sting in your palms. "uhm... can i ask you something?"
"yes, hon?"
'don't be too obvious. don't be too obvious. don't be too obvious.' you repeat to yourself, staring at your father who still patiently waits by your door while beads of perspiration start to drip down your otherwise cold skin, anxious.
"gotham-u's my final choice, right?" you question him, biting your lips, imagining yourself closing your eyes because you obviously couldn't brace your reactions in real time without making yourself look to suspicious.
your father, meanwhile, only tilts his head in confusion. but he recovers and hums at you, nodding.
"yes...? any problems with it?" he swings the door open, revealing himself in all his apron'ed glory, "we've talked about this before, you said gotham-u was final, hon. any last minute changes? we can talk over it in dinner."
he smiles, as if the words escaping his mouth didn't just aim for a fragile piece of your heart.
god, he's so sweet before, so sweet now that it's painful. it's nostalgic and... you didn't realize you miss this version of him so, so much.
your eyes flit downwards, to your wobbly legs and your shaking palms, scared that if you look at him once more, you'll really burst out into tears.
"no, no," your voice cracks, "i was just wondering about... something, dad. it's nothing bad, i promise. you can go, mom's probably gonna get mad if we take too long... i'll, uh, catch up after i— i fix my room in a jiffy. yeah." you wish the world would devour you whole right now, and you wished your father could just revert to the version of him — distant, clinical, cold — you knew in your present before; so you could stop mourning him right now.
but no, he only hums again. and even in your current state, refusing to catch the smallest glimpse of him and the outside world, you can sense the gentle smile returning on his face and the whispered, "alright, hon," before he ultimately leaves once again.
then you're back sulking, burying your face in your palms.
wondering to yourself if this is all a long, aching, fever dream. no matter how real everything feels.
'i really should've specified my wishes to the world, huh.'
because you didn't just wake up in a normal bed, in another normal life, in a completely normal place.
you've woken up in gotham city.
and not just the gotham city you've read about in comics. not just the gotham city with its iconic vigilantes and the deranged gallery of rogues— but a gotham city riddled with a self-insert going to the same university and you whose existence twists the narrative of every character around them; making everyone obsessed with their presence.
somehow, that fate alone seemed worse than anything.
somehow, the first idea that came into your brilliant mind after a momentary breakdown was to grab a recorder after dinner instead.
after all, what's a better way to make things more interesting if not by narrating your new life in gotham city?
— it's not like this life would pave the way for an NPC like you to actually be part of the spotlight, right?
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PLEASE READ: 4k words. it's 4am. i heavily encourage leaving comments since this is the first major update i've had in a while!!! i love comments guys and i rewrote this prologue for like a hundredth time and somehow this one was the best !! (the others were so corny i want to cry). the next chapters r gonna be funny thrust, this one is just a build up but hey !! i at least learned to put more dialogues in my stories now. uhm i have no other words to say, but just leave comments cause lack of interaction makes me inactive. anyways, that's it !! i hope y'all like the first installment of drtNPC.
Praise kink with your favourite biter yandere! Naga 🤤
He's a big boy, in more ways than one. And he's a possessive guy, what else can I say? This half man half snake guy will obviously have to mark you to ward off others. It's the only way to make sure other people stay away... Not like he can just eat them whole or something... Obviously... It's not like he's just biting you for the fun of it...
Anyway it's his rut. And WE all know what that means. Yes, WE.
"Stop that... If you keep biting me I might just end up in your stomach..."
You grumble in annoyance, body restrained by his tail that's tightly wrapped around your warm body. How long have you been in this position, completely at his mercy? You've lost track honestly.
"Aww... Don't be like that... I can't help it, just... My naga nature isss all."
Your naga hisses, tongue flicking at the shell of your ear before nibbling on it. You sigh, desensitized to his sharp teeth and honey words. If anything, all you want to do right now is sleep on something warm and fluffy.
But he won't let up, that's the worst part about his rut. The ungodly amount of stamina that's suddenly come from nowhere.
"When will we be done?"
You squirm in his grip, feeling his cock press against you once more. How many times have you two fucked in the span of his rut? You've totally lost count of the times his dicks ripped orgasms out of you like it was nothing. Not one, but two. And with your boyfriend, no, mate, having an insatiable appetite for you...
Ugh... You kinda just want to snap those dicks off...
He pouts, sensing your reluctance as his arms trail up and down your neck before cradling your face gently. Uh oh, his pretty human mate is getting restless.
"You're doing amazing, sssweetie." He presses a kiss to your lips, an attempt at soothing you. "When all this is over I sssswear I won't bite you... Much."
He can't promise anything, you're just so biteable after all! All soft and squishy... What do you think he is, made out of steel? He's a snake, and those fangs of his want in.
"I don't care, you always say that but bite me like a chew toy anyways."
He watches you squirm in his grasp, his pout deepening. You've caught him in his lie, what can he even do now? That's when that brilliant idea enters his mind.
"Would you feel better if-"
"No."
He can't even tease his cock at your entrance as you immediately shut down his idea. Well, that's unfortunate. He would've loved apologizing like that. Hell, let him apologize for everything with his cock!
But he knows humans don't like that so he'll have to settle for something else. Something that sounds a lot like you smiling and kissing him as he praises and apologizes for his heat.
"I'm ssssorry... You know I can't help it when it comesss to you, darling."
His forked tongue licks at your cheek, hoping that it would entertain you in even the slightest. Thankfully for him, you forgive way too easily when it comes to your mate.
"...More."
He raises an eyebrow, the corner of his lips quirking up at your reply.
"More?"
His hand comes up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, a giggle rumbling in his chest. God you're adorable. Look at that slight blush as you ask for more repentance. Should he throw in some praise?
"You're just ssso beautiful, how could you expect me not to worssship you?" This time it's accompanied by soft pecks along the crown of your forehead. "A temple deservesss to be loved."
Your eyes narrow at his words as you feel your heart swell at his words. Damn naga, what a smooth talker.
"And I am but a religious man when it comes to you, my love."
He ends it with a small lick to your lips, his forehead pressing against yours as his tail relaxes his grip around you. Oh right, he's still got you all bondaged up in his tail. Whatever, you're sure he's done with sex for now so you'll just continue enjoy being wrapped up in that pretty tail of his.
"You think that's enough?"
A small part of you feels bad for acting all petty like this, but what can you say? You like it when he whispers sweet words to you like you're the only one in his world. Which technically isn't wrong.
Meanwhile your naga can only chuckle, feeling nothing but love in his chest for you.
"You're right my love, it isn't enough."
He presses a kiss to your lips before pulling away. He really wants to bite you. But you'll get mad! And he doesn't want you getting mad... So he'll just charm you over and over until you deem it enough.
"You're worth more than just a few pretty words, how can I expect you to be all right with just that few sentences?"
"Hmph."
Guess you're still not satisfied. Looks like it's time to pull out the big words! He watches the light return to your eyes with every syllable, a chuckle escaping him.
"I love you, I'd let you impregnate me if my biology allowed it."
✦ Warning: sexual content, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, eggs, kidnapped, biting (twice), possessive, dirty talk, two cocks, big cocks, calls you "human" and "little human".
Yandere Naga who used to live in the forest like a king (no. not really) until he was captured and brought to a nature reserve.
Yandere Naga who doesn't like humans at all, always lets out threatening hisses and tries to attack the caretakers who enter his territory to leave him food or clean up his messes.
Yandere Naga who had already planned creative ways to get rid of his new caretaker (just like he did with the last ones) but what he doesn't expect is that it would be such a cute and delicious thing.
Yandere Naga who stares at you when you enter his territory to clean the place and leave him food, he narrows his yellow eyes, his pupils contract into thin slits and sticks out his forked tongue to taste the air —your smell... you smell delicioussss... like a mate...
Yandere Naga who from that day on stares at you every time you enter his territory lying on his rock, his eyes follow all your movements, he acts docile around you without hissing at you or trying to attack you, which causes the other caretakers to congratulate you for achieving the impossible, for making him adapt to you so quickly...
Yandere Naga who manages to identify at what moment you have your fertile cycles and creates a plan to make you his partner and mother of his offspring, he only needs to catch you off guard when you enter his cage for your daily chores, he must act when the other caretakers are not around.
Yandere Naga who can execute his plan with relative ease thanks to the fact that he became more "tame" that made everyone around lower their guard including you, one day when you enter his cage to clean he slides towards you quickly and wraps his tail around you tightly sliding quickly into the interior of his cave.
He drops you onto a nest made of branches, leaves and what look like old blankets, a clear attempt to make the place more comfortable, without giving you time to analyze what's happening he slides towards you, getting between your legs, his scales brushing the fabric of your pants and he sticks out his forked tongue sniffing the air before speaking.
"Your delicious rubber... like ripe fruit, I want to take a good bite out of you..."
"Wait! Wait! You can't do this! The other caretakers will notice that I'm not there, they'll come looking for me and when they find me they'll take me outside, they'll punish you if you do anything to me!"
Your voice tries to be firm but it's clearly shaky, he looks at you with his yellow eyes that narrow a little at your words, he hisses leaning over you until his face is right in front of yours, your breaths mix and he stares into your eyes without blinking, his words make your blood run cold.
"I will kill anyone who dares to come here to try to take you away from me. I will crush them until their bones break and their eyes pop out of their sockets, you are mine human~"
He hisses softly when your warm hands rest on his cold chest trying to push him away from you in a panic, he smiles at your fighting attitude and although I wish I could see more of that attitude unfortunately you are right that the other caretakers will start looking for you when they notice your absence so he must be fast, he grabs your head firmly tilting your neck to the side he opens his mouth and leans down sinking his sharp fangs into your soft neck making you let out a moan, he uses the aphrodisiac in his venom to make me more submissive and to make your body go crazy.
"What did you do..? Are you going to kill me..?"
"What?! Kill you?! Of course not! It's an aphrodisiac, it won't kill you, it will just make your body loosen up so it can receive my cocks, silly human~"
He smiles playfully as his venom quickly takes effect, he can feel your body heat skyrocketing, he sticks out his forked tongue which writhes as he smells your excitement permeating the air in the cave, he sees you writhing beneath him clearly uncomfortable and in pain from the effect of the aphrodisiac, he coos at you as he proceeds to quickly remove that ugly and rough uniform you're wearing and does the same with your underwear, his eyes studying your flushed naked body.
"Such a pretty human~ you smell so fertile I can't wait to lay my eggs inside you~"
"It hurts... please–"
He smiles as you can only whimper shakily, he rubs your dripping cunt his slender fingers tracing circles on your wet bud delighting in the way you shudder and your breathing becomes more labored, willing to not waste any more valuable time his scales seem to part and two terrifyingly large cocks reveal themselves making you shudder despite your daze but he chuckles as he takes one of his cocks in his hand bringing it closer to your swollen cunt.
"Don't be afraid human, your body was made to receive my cocks, you will enjoy it~"
He lets out a deep hiss as he slides his fat cock into your pussy, fascinated by the warmth of your insides that embraces him deliciously. You, on the other hand, are left breathless as you feel his cock stretching your poor walls as far as it will go, making its way into your channel, and the sensation is a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that makes you want to cry. He hits bottom and you feel his cock deep inside your uterus while his other cock rests on your stomach, staining it with precum.
"You feel so warm human~ I've never felt anything like this with any woman of my kind, I knew you and I were destined~"
He hisses and without giving you time to think he starts to thrust into you over and over again he pulls out his cock leaving just the tip inside before thrusting into your pussy again with a hard thrust, the sound of his thrusts and your moans fill the cave echoing off the walls, your pussy squirts on his cock and you feel dizzy at the delicious sensation his cock gives you, his scales scrape your thighs but that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure, his cock hits your cervix over and over again without slowing down or showing mercy, you're reaching the top when suddenly he stops making you let out a pitiful moan but he silences you with a playful hiss.
"Don't worry human you'll reach your climax~ but first I have to fit both of my cocks inside you~"
He laughs as you just let out a pathetic "uh..?" too fucked out to think, he pulls his cock out of your tight pussy leaving just the tip before guiding his other cock inside, both of his members slowly entering your pussy making you arch your back and let out a high pitched cry, you feel as if an arm is being shoved into your battered pussy, he senses your discomfort so he begins to rub tight circles on your mound trying to relax you, when he bottoms out your eyes roll back in your head, he takes a moment before he begins to slowly move as your walls squeeze him so hard.
"You're too tight on me— I'll give you some more of my venom to relax you human, that'll help us out a lot"
He wastes no time in leaning down to your neck biting just above the mark of his other bite, he injects you with a larger amount of aphrodisiac poison than before which causes the effect to be instantaneous, he feels your walls loosen little by little and your juices begin to drip making a mess and then you can't help but smile as he begins to move again, his cocks ram into you mercilessly he grabs your hips to hold you better while he listens to the high pitched moans that escape from your open mouth the erotic sight makes him move faster.
"That's it~ you take me so well little human~ keep it up~"
He praises you even though he's not sure you're listening to anything he's saying, he still keeps moving non-stop admiring the bulge that forms in your stomach every time he thrusts into you, his heads hitting your bruised cervix over and over again feeling himself getting closer to the limit he can feel you getting closer too by the way your pussy tightens on his cocks, he can feel your walls throbbing and a few seconds later you cum your juices dripping down wetting his cocks and scales, your pussy tightens him like a vice which takes him to the limit he gives you a few erratic thrusts until he cums inside you deep inside your pussy.
"Yessss~ very good little human~ take my eggs!~ keep my offspring inside this womb and give me beautiful children~"
Your nails dig into his arms when you feel something round the size of a tennis ball slide from one of his cocks into your uterus that stretches painfully to receive it, eggs. You sob when another egg follows the same path and another, another, another. You lose count of how many eggs he lays inside you, you can't do anything but receive them, when he finishes laying eggs his other cock fills you with sperm, you stay like that for a while when he pulls out you are sore, tired and uncomfortably full, your belly is so big it seems like you are nine months pregnant, he wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses your lips looking into your eyes.
"Don't cry little human, you did very well I'm very proud of you. I put all my eggs in your womb and fertilized them I'm sure all of them will gestate without any problem... in a few months you'll be a mother, but for now sleep little human, I'll be here when you wake up~"
Exhausted and unable to do anything else you obey, you close your eyes and let Morpheus' arms wrap around you, he watches with adoration as your chest rises and falls gently, he decides to lie down next to you, he pulls you to his firm chest and wraps his tail around you protectively enjoying your body heat, the tip of his tail caresses your swollen belly and he murmurs in a dark voice.
"I will protect you and our young with my life, I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me or tries to hurt any of you, it's a promise my little human~♡."
GoogleDrive Link - CC included (Compressed File and 6.04g it's a big boy)
Kofi Link (This thing is murdering my google drive space)
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Notes:
From my research I discovered Wayne Manor was built around the Colonial Period in the US. And, I headcannon that the Waynes were also eccentric and over the years so many different things have been added to the manor and each room has a slight theme. Hence, my reason for this thing not being completely gothic and Victorian.
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Front of the house. (Bruce not included... I apologize...)
Main Stairs and a hallway. (So many hallways... And, security cameras!)
Entertainment wing of the house with Ballroom/Bar. (Formal dinning at the end.)
Kitchen and informal dinning.
Library and Entrance to BatCave.
BatCave. (Costumes, T-Rex, and giant Penny included to the best of my ability.)
Informal living room and Movie Room.
Cass's Room. (Let her be soft girl. Steph gives her stuff often. Her room is next to the movie room because I like to think she enjoys watching movies when she can't sleep.)
Steph's Room. (Chaos gremlin, and fun to fill with stuff! Share's bathroom with Cass so Duke can get his own.)
Duke's Room. (He doesn't wanna make a mess.)
Dick's Room (He has his own apartment.)
Jason's Room (The Chocolate Room, as I call it. He doesn't live in the manor, but he will sometimes hoard the books from the library and Alfred lets him.)
Alfred's Room (Traditionally the Nanny's room.)
Damian's Room (Used to be a nursery once upon a time. Eventually became the art room.)
Tim's Room (Bruce's childhood room.)
Bruce's Room and his Downstairs office
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Other things not shown, but included:
Pool/Hotspring
Batcow's Barn
My Reader's Room.
Master Bedroom (Bruce don't sleep in there and I'm pretty sure his parents didn't either cause I made it look ridiculously bougie on purpose.)
Laundry Room
Finished Bathrooms
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Expansion Pack's used:
High School Years
Cottage Living
Snowy Escape
Island Living
Get Famous
Cats and Dogs
City Living
Get To Work
Werewolves
Realms of Magic
Parenthood
Vampires
Dine Out
Spa Day
Romantic Garden
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Troubleshooting: I have not idea what the hell I'm doing. So, if you have any issues, I'm sorry.
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Male reader, Reader has a cat, Violence, Death, you drive a motorcycle, this will be a yandere story
From birth, humans have a specific time they are to die, down to the millisecond. However, there are times when humans manage to avoid the inevitable. It is at times like these; death must set things right.
A black motorcycle sat silently on the shadows of an ally that looked out at the bustling Gotham freeway. You sat on the motorcycle wearing all black, your clothes covered every inch of skin. The helmet was the only part that held any design, it had soft white marking, causing a skull-like design.
a small white cat sat between the handlebars, his yellow eyes looked up at you. He held a small paper in his mouth; the paper was crinkled in Marley's mouth, and a soft purr came from him when he dropped it into your hand. He nudged your gloved hand causing you to let out a smile that was hidden behind your helmet. Carefully, you unfolded the paper with one hand while petting him with your other.
'Tessa Ellis, Logan Coleman'
You hummed lightly and scratched behind Marley's ear, "These the last two? Finally, almost done" you huffed. Reaching into your pocket you pulled out a lighter and held it up to the paper. The smell of fire crept threatened to seep through your mask as you watched it burn. Marley settled down in your lap as you kicked the stand to your bike.
Speeding out of the ally, you weaved through traffic. Lights flew past you as your laughter echoed along with Marley's meows. You could hear cars honking as you zoomed past them, you leaned forward and picked up the speed. Marley enjoyed the intense wind as he clung to your jacket with unnatural strength. You turned sharply into a parking lot, and started slowing down.
Your bike came to a stop as you placed your foot on the ground, your other foot kicked the stand. Your legs straddled the bike while you looked up to the name of the building, 'Gotham Arcade' in bright neon letters that were dimmed thanks to your visor. Slowly you swung your leg behind you, climbing off the bike. Marley's paws settled on the ground without a sound as he followed you into the building. Your walk was confident as you made your way through the crowd, your shoulder made contact with a woman slightly pushing her. She turned with a scowl on her face, only inches from your covered one. her mouth opened, ready to voice her annoyance, however her eyes glanced down to the white ball of fluff at your feet.
"Oh! what a cute cat!" The woman said, immediately forgetting her anger. Her voice was high pitched, which caused her friends to turn to the commotion. Carefully she leaned down, gently pushing the hair out of her face to see Marley better. As she was distracted, one of her friends turned to you her blushing and poor attempt at flirting caused you to cringe. Your expression was hidden from her as she continued. you sighed, growing annoyed with the delay, you snapped your fingers. Marley looked up at you before dragging himself away from the woman and climbing up to your leg. He laid down on your shoulder, nuzzling into your covered neck with a purr.
Through the noise you heard a high-pitched laugh that drew your attention, turning to it, your helmet reflected slightly at the neon lighting. A woman stood in front of a brightly lit claw machine, her short blond hair bounced as she squealed and clutched a stuffed animal to her chest, giggling excitedly. A taller man stood next to her and laughed. Leaning down, he kissed her cheek. His eyes glazed adoringly at her. Making your way towards them, you felt a smirk form on your face. One word formed in your head: Bingo.
Your steps were measured and precise, boots making an inaudible sound against the dark floor. quietly, you stepped behind them. stopping your movement just behind the man, you placed your hands into the pockets of your black jacket. Your right hand gripped the metal object resting in that pocket.
"Oh, are we blocking your way?" The woman smiled sweetly when she noticed you, her head tilted slightly causing her hair to sway. Slowly the man turned to face you, his hand settling on the woman's waist.
"Tessa Ellis and Logan Coleman, right?" You asked, already knowing their answer. The woman's smile faded slightly, the man's hand gripped her waist harder as she nodded. Although your voice was even and non-threating, the couple still felt unease at a stranger knowing their names.
The dark helmet you wore gave no expression away as Marley meowed in confirmation, target acquired. Without a word you slipped your right hand out of your pocket bringing the object with it.
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BANG
Screams erupted around you. The man, Logan, dropped to the ground as blood poured from the bullet wound in his head. Tessa had dropped the stuffed animal as her hands went to her blood covered face; her screams were the loudest of them all. Her trembling knees gave out under her, a thud sounded as her knees hit the floor. She reached for her boyfriend with trembling fingers. Her pleading eyes met the visor of your helmet. A whimper escaped her throat, raw and painful sounding. Without hesitation you fired the gun once more at her. In an instant her body slumped over top of her boyfriend.
Marley jumped off your shoulder right at the couple's feet, his white fur faded into black, and his eyes shined a bright blue. You watched their souls as flowed into Marley, once fully absorbed, Marley returned to his usual white coat and yellow eyes.
You slid the gun back into your pocket while Marley returned to his spot on your shoulder. turning on your heels, you walked back to your bike. Your hand pushed the glass door open, your boots clicking louder now that the civilians have all evacuated. A few feet in front of you stood a man, he had black hair and wore a black suit with a blue bird on his chest that went up his shoulders and down his arms.
Your head tilted causing the moon to reflect on the glass of your visor. The blue bird, as you've decided to call him, held duel escrima sticks that looked to have electricity in them.
You felt Marley shift on your shoulder, he meowed lowly. Glancing at him you noticed his hackles raised before a hiss escaped him.
"You work for Catwoman or something?" The man asked, his eyes narrowed behind his blue domino mask, "no, she doesn't kill unless she needs to. You're new to Gotham, who are you?"
"I'm not supposed to give strangers my name" you teased. Unfortunately, he didn't seem to be impressed so you raised your hands next to your head in a surrendering gesture. "We're all done here so I was just taking my leave" you offer, trying to sound innocent. Blue bird pointed one of the sticks at you, further preventing your escape.
His stance shifted slightly "The only place you're going is Arkham Asylum" his tone was flat as he kept his eyes trained on you.
You scoffed and lowered your hands, "Yeah, no thanks blue bird. I'm done so now I'm going home" Marley jumped off you, padding his way to your bike and curled on the spot between the seat and the handlebars. he gave you a look that said, 'come on, let's go' and yawned.
Blue bird looked at you, incredibly offended "BLUE BIRD?! ITS NIGHTWING! NIGHT-WING" he yelled waving his arms around furiously.
"My bad" you apologized honestly however you couldn't contain the laugh at how defensive he got. "I really have to get home, you see my boss would be really mad if I kept his cat out any longer" Marley meowed in agreement from his spot on your bike. However, as you walked past Nightwing he grabbed your arm in a tight grip. Both of you stared at each other through the covers on your faces.
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You swung your free arm at him, the water on the floor splashing around the two of you as he blocked your hit. his leg kicked the back of yours causing you to fall backwards.
"Shi-" the curse died in your throat as your back hit the pavement, you had kept your grip on his arm trying to make him to fall with you. He, however, had more grace and did a backflip out of your grasp. You huffed in annoyance, trying to get back up. But Nightwing left you no time to get up as one of his escrima sticks made contact with the concrete, right where you shoulder was. Luckly, you rolled to the side before it made contact. You reached one of your hands up and grabbed his arm twisting it causing him to flip over. Using this time, you bolted to your bike and hopped on, startling Marley. You kicked the stand and took off, in that time you heard Nightwing get back up and follow after you. using some kind of grappling hook to follow. Marley climbed into your jacket as you picked up the speed, moving faster than any human would dare. You glanced behind seeing him hot on your trail, your teeth gritted in anger. Nightwing was almost close enough to touch you if he tried. You turned sharply into a pitch-black ally. Seeing Nightwing follow, you used the shadows to guide you away. Slightly using your powers to manipulate the shadows, throwing nightwing off your trail.
The boss is going to be so mad for doing that
You sighed, slowing down in front of an old house on the outskirts of Gotham City. Slowly, you let your bike come to a stop in the shadows and stepped off. With a sigh you reached up, pulling your helmet off you felt sweat line your forehead causing your hair to stick uncomfortably. You reached your free hand to your head and pushed your hair back, A sigh of relief bubbled out of your throat as you placed your helmet on the seat of your bike. Marley jumped off before black mist formed and swallowed the bike whole, leaving no trace behind. Marley ran to the front door; he sat on the old welcome mat and looked over at you. You sighed, walking up the creaking steps of wooden stairs, your hand pushed the door open and Marley dashed inside. You followed him into the dusty living room; an old worn couch sat in front of a fireplace. You let your body fall against the couch as you felt your bones go weak in exhaustion. You were so going to get revenge on Nightwing for making you feel such human emotions.
Suddenly a deep voice came from behind causing you to flinch and slowly turn to the cause. There stood a tall man, he was dressed in a long black cloak with the hood up, casting a shadow over his face. He held a large scythe that even surpassed his height. the same black fog from before filled the room, then the man slammed the bottom of his scythe down clearing most the fog instantly. his head lifted, showing a skull in place of what should've been a face.
Marley ran over to him, purring and rubbing his face on the bottom of the mans cloak.
"Oh, hey boss" you spoke nervously, a hand came to the back of your head as you chuckled "I got the job done"
"You used your powers", He stated plainly causing you to flinch again "You failed this test"
....What?!
you jumped and turned; your hands gripped the top of the couch as you now had your chest pressed against the back of the couch, leaning forward to meet his 'face' halfway.
"What!? But I got it done!" You yelled. Sure, that would probably annoy him even more, but you couldn't fail this test! this was the last one before you could become a full-fledged grim reaper! "Come on boss! I could've gotten away easier if I had the ability to go undetected by humans like you!" to be honest, your argument was ridicules and you knew it. You didn't get such abilities until you finished training. However, you were going to try anyway possible to not fail.
"You will restart the test" He spoke clearly, his voice sounding disappointed. your eyes widened and you shook your head.
"WHAT!? Another 100 souls!?" You yelled; the man only sighed and crossed his arms.
He spoke to you as if you were a child who didn't understand basic words, so in otherwards, condescendingly "You are to claim 100 souls, of which have evaded death, without the use of powers" He huffed "And Marley reported the use of your powers tonight"
Your eyes met Marley's, your betrayed expression was ignored. You groaned loudly "but I technically didn't use any powers on them, it was the blue guy who forced me to use my powers!" You defended. You really did not want to retake this test; it took you four years the first time!
He only shook his head, "That is still counted against you, you're not allowed to use them at any point, even the retreat" you could tell by his voice he was growing annoyed "get comfortable here, your new test will be in the limits of Gotham City since that is where you failed"
Turning away from you he spoke one last time, "You are to blend in with the humans, go to school and do your best to not be suspicious" Your groan went ignored by him "perhaps this may prove to be more useful for your future, if you want to be a successful grim reaper" the black fog returned and surrounded him before dispersing, he and Marley had left you all alone.
You pressed your face into the couch to muffle your yelling, it seems like you're enrolling in Gotham High School...
The bustling of students caused Tim to groan, he had stayed up extra late the previous night and already had three cups of coffee. His head was pounding at all the noise, thankfully it quieted down when the teacher walked in.
"Good morning class, we have a new student" the soft voice of the teacher spoke as she placed a folder on her desk. A figure followed behind her, Tim was immediately enthralled by the man who stood at the front of the class. His headache cleared as all thoughts halted to focus on the man. The teacher turned to the new student, her smile was warm and inviting, "go ahead and introduce yourself" she encouraged softy.
"Nice to meet you all. I'm M/n, I just moved here from Metropolis" Your voice was enthusiastic which contradicted the annoyance you felt at having to do this. The teacher guided you to a seat, right by some guy named Tim.
Tim felt his heart race as you sat next to him and introduced yourself again, this time just for him to hear.
You sighed, not noticing Tim's intense stare as you mentally calculated how long this test would take.
Yeah, you were going to get revenge on Nightwing for this.
Yandere platonic batfamily X neglected reader X Yandere platonic Leon S Kennedy
REPOST! I messed up the poll earlier, so a lot of people couldn’t vote for the option they actually wanted !
The concept : Based on this post, this will include three small concepts of yandere platonic Batfamily × neglected reader × yandere platonic Leon S. Kennedy, each with different plots. I haven’t started writing the final product yet since I’m still going through RE2, but I finished re9 and I need to start re4. But I still wanted to write some scenarios about this trope so here we Keep in mind that these are rough drafts meant to give an overall sense of direction, so some aspects may change or appear a bit ambiguous to avoid spoiling the full plot. You’ll be able to vote for your favorite, but I’ll ultimately write the one I feel most inspired by. Excuse me if my writing isn't on top I'm still a bit sick.. Hope you will still enjoy it ^^.
Scenario 1 :"The One Left Behind "
You’ve barely been in the Manor long enough to call it home.
Everything feels distant, like you’ve been placed into a life that was never really meant for you. And your "family" doesn't feel like one. They don’t ignore you—but they’re always busy, always vanishing into responsibilities far greater than you. And you… you’re not part of that world.
Bruce had decided to sent you away, shielding you from the shadows of his vigilante work. But beyond this, there was another truth: he didn’t know how to connect with you. Unlike with Dick or Jason—you weren’t part of his secret world of masks and missions. You existed outside it, an anomaly he struggled to bridge.
It was supposed to be brief—only till things settle. It was supposed to be safe.
It wasn't.
The visit to Raccoon City was only meant to last a few days. But no one could have anticipated how quickly the outbreak would spiral out of control. Your classmates didn’t stand a chance. The only reason you survived was because you ran—because some instinct within urged you to keep going, no matter what.
That worked until the moment you found yourself surrounded by zombies. Just as it seemed like the end, an officer intervened, pulling you away from the brink of death. He introduced himself as Leon Kennedy.
He had just barely made it out himself, yet somehow he still decided to protect you.
From there, everything blurs into survival. Allies make themselves known amidst chaos and monsters become another fact of life. Somewhere in that grim fight for survival— childhood slips away entirely, replaced by something far less innocent.
When it’s over, official reports are filed,names are listed. But something is wrong—yours is among the dead.
After all there's too many risks. The child of Bruce Wayne cannot simply reappear after an incident like this! They can't take the risk of you speaking too much.
But don't worry, though written off as dead, the U.S government has other plans for you. The instincts you had honed to survive made you invaluable. Their solution was clear: with intensive training, they would sculpt your raw talent into a weapon—a government agent who will be both precise and obedient. To them, erasing your old life was a small price to pay for gaining such a rare asset.
Leon saw through the charade immediately. This wasn’t about protecting you,it was about turning you into something you hadn’t chosen to become. He saw the cost—the theft of what little innocence you still possessed—and he made himself a promise. Though he couldn’t change your circumstances, he refused to leave you to their whims. If they were dragging you into their world of shadows and violence, then he would stand at your side, guiding and protecting you as best he could—he would not fail you.
Seven years later,Barbara Gordon find herself digging through classified data of bio-organic weapons, she uncovers something buried deep inside— restricted government files: evidence of what really happened in Raccoon City—and proof that you never truly disappeared.
Scenario 2 : "The Unchosen Path "
You gave it your all.
Every ounce of effort, every moment of pain—desperately striving to keep up, to measure up, to prove you belonged. To prove you mattered in a family that only seemed to value strength when it was impossible to overlook. No matter how far you pushed yourself, it was never enough. Not when compared to them.
Then comes the mission. A remote village in Spain. A quick task, they say. Routine. Low-risk. Something simple, something you can handle on your own.
Maybe they just wanted you out of Gotham.
They couldn’t have been more wrong.
Valdelobos isn’t just some quiet, unassuming hamlet tucked away from the chaos of the world—it’s a snare, intricately constructed and teeming with danger beyond the scope of your briefing. The truth unfolds piece by horrifying piece: a village overrun with an insidious infection, invisible forces pulling strings in the shadows and secrets that were clearly never meant for you to uncover.
And just as quickly, you start to understand something else.
How alone you’ve really been.
You woke up restrained, disoriented, chained alongside two strangers—one of them far too calm for the situation, the other far too familiar with it.
From there, survival becomes something harsher, something uglier. The deeper you go, the more you understand that this was never a “minor mission,” and the more that realization settles in, the harder it is to ignore everything that came before.
The distance they kept.
The words unsaid.
The way they only saw you when you made yourself impossible to forget.
When you eventually make it back to Gotham something has shifted.
Gone is the need to fit into their molds, to chase the ever-moving target of their expectations. There’s no more reshaping yourself into something easier for them to live with. You decided to let go of the vigilante life that you once clinged to.
And for the first time, that’s when they really saw you.
It’s in this newfound clarity that another familiar face enters your life again—a calming presence in a world that’s been anything but. Somewhere down the line, your path crosses with Leon once more.
Scenario 3 : “You Were Easier to Forget”
You’ve learned not to expect much.
Not attention, not concern, not the kind of care that’s supposed to come with being part of a family. You exist in the spaces between their priorities, easily overlooked, easily forgotten.
But someone else notices.
And that’s where everything goes wrong.
You disappear without anyone realising it at first.It’s only when Barbara finds something strange—camera footage, fragmented records, enough to suggest something went wrong while no one was looking
By then, it’s already too late.
By then, you’re already somewhere else.
On your side, the world becomes a cycle of experiments, observation, and control. You’re studied like a problem that needs solving, something to be understood and contained.
That is until you meet two people who don’t quite fit into that system either: a DSO agent and an FBI analyst. And suddenly, the situation becomes something much more complicated than anyone anticipated.
Your now ex-husband is incredibly surprised when the authorities are dispatched to your new house when he enters. Thinking nothing of it he broke the knob of your new home, thinking after all that time talking with the judge over some foreign topic you’d both be settling into the new place. Turns out this ‘divorce’-thing and ‘restraining order’-stuff meant something after all. That he couldn’t be with you and the baby.
“Wait, the dee - force means I don’t get to come home? What–?”
“Sir, if you give me trouble it’ll only hurt your chances of seeing your kid more.”
“Wait I can’t see him? (Y/n)! (Y/n)-honey, please!”
“Sir, please put your hands behind your back.”
The only reason he doesn’t suck their brains out through their noses fight more is because he’s so devastated as he thinks about how in the dark he is about cruel-human-practices. Only now does it register that when you were oh-so cutely crying about leaving, you weren’t talking about a late night run to the store to satisfy your cravings. That the word he had dismissed as something you wanted to buy was actually an action. An action that meant he’d be deprived of the most important person in his life.
“Hello?”
“......I did not understand before….but I understand now.”
“Kilton? You know a restraining order extends to calls, right?”
“IM nOt LetTInG yOu go—”
Click.
“Creep.”
As he reluctantly uses the resources proposed to him, to argue for custody he has time to think about when you first mentioned the word. But the more he replays those heavenly moments with you he realizes how often your brow was scrunched and a vein was popping from that kissable forehead. It’s then that your ex-husband begins to realize just how little he was actually listening to you. Ashamed, he’s realized that while he finds all your actions absolutely irresistible it didn’t mean you were happy. And he really had no one to blame but himself.
“Hello this is Kilton (L/n) if you have a message leave it at the tone….beep.”
“Hey I hope I got the right number but I need your help with the baby….there’s stuff going on that I have no idea how to deal with. I won’t call the police or tell anyone..I just need….some help. And you're the only one who can give it to me.”
“OF COURSE i’LL BE RIGht oVER!”
“Wait you never set up your voicemai—”
When you left your husband, you were tired of being so confused all the time. Your husband, your best friend was keeping you in the dark for a long time now. Starting from the occasionally odd behavior you’d witness him do, that he’d brush off as if it were nothing. Like the doors in the house that have begun to open to alternate dimensions (that’s what you believe but your husband will not explain in any way) ignoring your concerns and calling you being ‘silly.’ It was annoying but you hadn’t died yet so it wasn’t that bad…until you got pregnant.
“How can this be?”
“Yippee I told you, that one took!”
“No, I literally can’t.”
“Of course, you can babe, you already are look at your little bump.”
“No like I literally can’t have children, this is unbelievable.”
Whether you physically can and were vigilant in prevention or you physically should not be able to conceive matters not. You are pregnant. Or you were. And while dealing with the intense hormones and birthing pains and gravity-defying phenomena happening in your home, your ex-husband would explain nothing. Doing nothing but smile wistfully at you while you demanded to know why the fridge was inching closer every time you turned the corner. Any sane person could only handle so much of his pretend assurances that you were just losing your mind.
But hindsight 20/20 you should’ve known you couldn’t get rid of your eldritch ex-husband with your eldritch baby.
“Hey you left the door unlocked, so I let myself in. Babe, you can’t be doing that it’s really unsa–the furniture doesn’t look at all like it did before.”
“Of course it doesn’t! Because your son has decided to rearrange it with his humming!”
“That’s not a hum, Love. He’s singing a hymn of Utter Chaos–”
“I DON’T CARE WHAT IT IS MAKE HIM STOP.”
As you suspected the root of all the inexplicable happenings in your life were because of your ex-husband and by extension the little bundle that has been doing all sorts of things a normal baby shouldn’t. Like humming the ‘utter chaos song’ or making supplies float over to you while changing him or how at the end of his bath the water turns red and evaporates in an echo of screams. It’s just a little alarming.
“Where is the baby?”
“In that other dimension.”
“Excuse me?”
“Isn’t that something familiar to you? Every now and then he just goes into this other dimension that let’s his laugh morph the walls a little.”
“Oh my. That’s new for me too.”
Surprisingly despite your husband’s now-confirmed-eldritch-heritage he’s not an exact expert on everything his son does. Apparently no one from his world/dimension/atternate plane of existence does everything your son does and is blissfully writing off as something from your side of the family. He’ll shrug and use the opportunity to listen to you list the observations you’ve made about your darling offspring and maybe compliment you on your vigilance as a new unfortunately single parent. Don’t worry it won’t be that way for long!
“So the blood water thing. It happens whenever he interacts with water.”
“Oh I know that one it’s an old habit of mine, for storing water for later!”
“What about the metal-eating?”
“Metal eating? With no teeth? Beats me must have gotten a taste from all those utensils you’re so fond of. By the way parenthood looks good on you have I told you that?”
As he becomes more of a constant presence in your home, there's a startling change in your baby boy’s behavior. It doesn’t stop but it’s a lot less destructive. Finally, you could have the delivery crew enter the yard without them being swallowed by the portal to your son’s crib. Finally, you can afford to have a couple-hour meet and greet with your family without anyone inexplicably sprouting horns. So reluctantly you let him back into your life with very specific conditions.
“You can’t stay the night.”
“Aww but aren’t you worried about me going home in the dark?”
“I know you’re not just some helpless human, so no. Second rule no kissing or lovey dovey things with me.”
“Got it. So vague I can work with that.”
“And finally–”
“EEEKK! WHAT DID HE DO TO MY BABY!?”
“Oh guess someone’s up from their nap.”
“I’ll distract her with a ring to her doorbell, you change back the dog.”
“As always, please try to turn down her invites for dinner this time. I don’t think I can spare her if she upsets him again.”
“No promises!”
Kilton realizes that what he has with you doesn’t mean he’s equally let back into your life, especially since so many other couples ailed by this (dee)force co-parent more or less the same so he’s got his work cut out for him. He’ll have to finally get over his listening issue while worming his way back into your heart! And don’t worry he definitely will!
Summary: Yandere treasurer x Lady reader. A master schemer, a man unwavering in purpose, finds his focus shattered by a Lady at court. And when she denies him any consideration, he orchestrates a trap to ensnare her.
Warning: NC, blackmail, age gap (37m,22f), manipulation, parental abuse.
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Chapter 1: An Unusual Appointment
Being summoned by the Master of Coin before supper was not a usual occurrence for you. Having twice rejected his appeal for an audience, the clever wretch had ensured that the third attempt was less of a request and more of a summons. There had been a silent threat in his missive delivered earlier today, disguised behind gaudy penmanship and polite terms.
You were enraged by the man's boldness in sending a written missive; it was solid evidence of his mistreatment of you. Even if he was a trusted advisor to the King of Arclin, the very King you were trying to woo, unsuccessfully thus far. Still, your finer senses insisted that you visit him in secret, for if there was a threat, it was best not to bring attention to it.
So you found yourself strutting down the hallways of Palace Mirano. Although nothing about your appearance or behavior was atypical, you couldn’t help but feel as though every creature that passed you knew of your unusual appointment, as if his threat was branded on your face.
‘I have some news of great importance, Lady Y/N, surely altering the course of your days here at court.’
As you made your way from the south-east wing to the north-east wing, the shift in ambience was evident. The hallways were decorated with superior tapestries, grander embellishments, finer silks. You supposed the closer one was to the king, the finer their existence. How you hated this place —the rotten palace and its rotten politics. As a young girl, you had always dreamt of being at the king's court, but now, after your short time here, you wished to return home to your small keep to the north.
It had been a year since your mother permitted you to follow your father to court. He was a Lord and a member of the King's greater council, along with some thirty other men; some were nobility, while others were ministers from the temple. Your father, the Lord Polinas, had once served as Ambassador to a vassal state—a charge that now fell upon your brother, whom you saw rarely. Your father's ambition ruled your life, for both his children were nothing more than pawns to be abused. Furthermore, having his daughter as a consort to the king would move Lord Polinas from the greater council to the king's inner circle, a rare honor.
Your thoughts ceased just before the last turn to his private apartments in the palace; your steps faltering. Doubt and apprehension filled you. The truth was, the man vexed you. His fixation with you had been evident the first few months at the palace. It had been odd to have his attention, for whispers at court painted him differently; he was a man unwavering in purpose, wholly devoted to the king. Even at seven and thirty, he hadn’t married or courted any ladies. And yet you had broken his focus, a dent in his devotion. Those pale green irises would follow you during banquets like a hawk following its prey. You, of course, had a king to seduce and ignored his approach when he attempted to court you. Soon his gaze shifted from desire to disdain to indifference. Why then had he initiated this meeting? Sent that godforsaken missive.
Forcing your legs to move, you made the final turn, waiting for one of his guards to announce you. Not a moment later, you were let in by a servant girl. The petite girl led you through his foyer, walking past several arched doorways till you reached what seemed to be his private receiving room. Your eyes swept over the chamber, beautiful and immense, a clear token of his place as the king’s trusted advisor. Suddenly, realization dawned on you –as if you had been blind before to his position and power in this palace, it had been bold to ignore him, dangerous even.
“The Lord will be here shortly, please help yourself to the refreshments, my Lady,” spoke the girl, head bowed, much more docile than the servants in your chamber.
“Thank you”, you replied. The only response you received was another bow, and then she scurried away, leaving you in the quiet of the massive space.
You didn’t touch a morsel of food; nausea sat tight in your stomach. Your mind drifted once again to the devilish man. He wasn’t exactly beautiful; his face was too harsh, too rugged. Despite his age, he made for an imposing figure at court, lean and tall, demanding respect even from those who abhorred him. In his youth, he had fought by the king’s side as a general; their bond forged in the depths of war, stronger than steel. But now he was regarded as a master schemer, playing his hand with careful consideration and never without his share of dirty tricks.
Your musings were interrupted by a honeyed baritone, “Ah! Forgive my rudeness, Lady Y/n, an unanticipated situation demanded my attention.”
You turned to see him standing by the arched doorway, clad in an embroidered black tunic, its collar standing tall, framing his jaw. Heavy metal clasps ran down the front of the garment, gleaming like armor plates. In contrast to his perfect clothes was his face, littered with scars, the most prominent of which began at his cheekbone, splitting the corner of his lips, ending at his chin.
He watched you with his head slightly tilted, a tight smile on his face.
“I took no slight, Lord Bonnessec,” you tilted your head in turn, mimicking his false politeness, “matters of the state take precedence.”
The shift in his gaze was evident after you tilted your head; you were mocking him, and he knew.
“Oh, no, I would never wish to make you wait, especially considering how hard it is to secure a fraction of your time.” He bit back, derision replacing propriety.
So you spoke sweet as nectar, to soothe the situation, “Ah-, the past week has been impossibly bus–”
His voice interrupted, quieter, more thoughtful, “I do believe in the four months past, you have not deigned to speak to me until now.” The words were said as though it was a simple observation, as though keeping track of the last time one spoke to an acquaintance was normal.
“I am sur–”
“And a little over three weeks since you looked at me, really - looked - at - me.” The longing in his regard made you look away, dread expanded. What is happening?
“Funny, that I should matter so little to you”, he finally moved away from the entrance towards the refreshments, his tone casual and conversational now, the theme of his words anything but. You twisted as he walked, eyes glued to him, like prey watching the predator.
“In this court, I am second only to the King. –Of course, there is the king’s steward, tsk his brother,” the slight disdain evident in his voice, raising a brass pitcher, he poured wine into two goblets.
“But… between you and me,” his attentive gaze lifted to yours, as if seeking your confidence, “that’s just a token act. To refuse his own brother the Stewardship would have been impolite, –despite the enmity between them.”
Lifting the goblet of red wine in your direction, he offered it to you. Despite your sudden thirst, you decided that being sober when dealing with this cunning man was far better.
“Thank you, but I must decline, reds sit sour on my tongue."
He smirked, placing the goblet on the parlor table between the two of you.
“Shame, it’s one of my favorites. As a matter of fact, the grapes grow not too far from your keep.” He took a sip, a delighted hum reverberating from his chest. “Oh, do sit down, my Lady, we have much to discuss.”
Stiff as a board, you took a seat across from him. Why had you been foolish enough to come here? That cloaked threat seemed minuscule now, to the threat you felt in being here with him all alone.
No! There were guards nearby.
His guards, you fool.
“My post requires that I survey the flow of coin to and from the king's treasury. What is spent, borrowed, and most importantly owed.” You noted the heavy emphasis on the last word.
“I am sure you are wondering why I am boring you with such stately matters.” His hands reached for a scroll on the table beside him, “After all, you have banquets to attend, and a king to seduce.”
The complete abandonment of decorum was a strike to the face. How dare he say something so crude? No matter the truth it held. It seemed that you alone would have to maintain civility now; such outright hostility, even in private, won’t do.
Willing yourself to contain your rage, you spoke with cultivated disdain, “Lord Bonnessec, I urge you to maintain decorum, for once it is lost, it is not easily regained. I’ll do you the favor of overlooking your impropriety this once.”
Rather than taking offence, his lips curved with smug amusement, his face similar to a child watching a jester make a fool of itself.
“How gracious of you, my Lady, but your efforts are wasted. You see, I wish to drop all veils of civility between us.”
leaning forward, he placed the scroll on the parlor table, expecting you to read the contents, but you were too taken aback by his words.
“I think I ought to leave, excuse me.” You rose to leave.
“Won’t you have a look at what I foun-”, before he could finish, you interject, tired of his games.
“I will take my leav–”
“DO NOT DISMISS ME”, he roared with unrestrained fury, rattling the very air around you. Slowly, you sat back down, terrified of the man before you.
“By the saints,” he sighed, “Forgive my oversight, you… you make me forget myself.”
Knowing that the quiver in your voice would betray you, you kept silent. Raised voices were your vulnerability, undoing you like a child on a thunderous night. And his…, his was the harshest one you had ever been subject to. With a bowed head, you attempted to will the tears away.
“Never mind that, we shan't stray from the matter at hand. I have been examining your father’s affairs at court.”
Your chest constricted, breathing becoming impossibly difficult. Eyes still glued on your clenched fists, you forced yourself to make sense of his words.
He continued speaking apathetically, “ My examination revealed lost funds, while your father had served as the ambassador to Tazimra, and the losses have continued even as your brother serves as the ambassador.”
He fell silent, waiting for you to reply, but it was all too much for you. This court and its games. You were only a girl of two and twenty, and your father told you nothing of his affairs.
“To put it simply, My Lady, your father has been stealing from the King, no small amount, might I add. It’s treason worthy of execution and loss of title for the family.”
Finally, you look at him, your sight blurred by unshed tears. Had your vision been clearer, you might have noticed the flicker of concern on his face.
“I will– I will speak to my father, I am sure he would be glad to come to an arrangement with you,” you said shakily, misunderstanding his intentions and desires completely.
Curiously, he watched you, studying the shake of your leg, the heaving of your chest, the fear seeping from your pores, pungent and intense.
“An arrangement?” he questioned.
You had concluded he wished for a bribe, a share of the stolen goods.
“I assume y-you wish for a share of…”, you hesitated, not wanting to admit to theft you knew nothing of.
To your utter dismay, he laughed, a powerful and deafening sound, reverberating off the stone walls like a death knell.
“You think I wish to pocket your father’s stolen coin. You insult me, dearest…” he said sweetly, yet you could hear the contempt behind his words. It was your turn to be befuddled. Why else were you here?
He rose from the armchair to join you on the settee, settling a little too close, patchouli and sandalwood invading your senses. Grabbing a loose tendril resting on your shoulder, he rubbed the luscious lock between his fingers, admiring it.
“I suppose I do wish to make an arrangement,” lifting it to his face, he took a deep breath, wanting to inhale you entirely, “But it is you who must satisfy the requirements, not your father.”
You tried not to cry, but it seemed you were still a pathetic little girl. Tears fell freely now, thick and heavy, staining your pride. How foolish were you to think you could intimidate Blamore Bonnessec, that you could ignore him and leave unscathed?
“W-what is it that you want, My Lord?” you asked, each word quivering.
Dropping the lock, he wiped away the tears on your cheek.
“You.”
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This has been sitting in the drafts for awhile, It'll probably only be five chapters. All the names etc are totally made up, I Imagine it to look like game of thrones aesthetically.
I had a request for the continuation of my last werewolf!boyfriend story for at least a year now... time to make it nasty, ehehe >:3 I dedicate this to all my monster readers, and those that really enjoy knotting. >:3
First Part here!
Prompt: Werewolf/Werecat | Full Moon // Claws // Beastly
Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Fem!Reader, Dub-Con, Praising, Degradation, Knotting, Knotfucking, Nicknames, Cunnilingus, Orgasming from pain, Use of pheromones to make darling horny, Mentioning of sexual manipulation, Monsterfuckery (more animal than human in this case), Talking about pregnancy), Violence (Breaking a door, Biting, Blood Mention, Mention of claws), Animal behavior, Monster descriptions, Very long post
"I know... Maybe... But the smell... No, no, no... Ah, I want to..."
Scraps of a conversation—one not held with you—reached your drowsy mind, slowly pulling you out of your dreams, which were almost as grim as reality. Ever since you discovered your boyfriend's true nature on that full-moon-night weeks ago, your depression had grown more and more. You fought at first, reasoned, pleaded to what was left of your sweet boyfriend. But the animal had taken roots too deep for you to tear them out.
And now, there was not much to do other than sleep.
The cottage had never felt like home, but it was suffocating now. When he wasn't around, you were locked up. And when he was home, he was overbearing, doting, and downright creepy. You caught him sniffing the bathroom door more than once just because you hid inside the room for a while. He explained that he just wanted to ensure you were okay, but you couldn't be so sure about it.
Hearing him pace back and forth behind the bedroom door wasn't as alarming anymore as it should have been. It didn't alert you right away, since he always seemed to be around, even when he wasn't. But this night was special, and between depression naps and being force-fed canned ravioli, this time, you did strain your ears after shaking off the initial drowsiness.
"Ah, awake, good, good... No! No, not good, not good! No..."
You sighed, listening to his rambles turning into a soft whine, the longing scratching of his nails against the bedroom door. From your position on the bed you spied the key still dangling from the lock, followed by countless steel locks snapped into place next to the frame. He had advised you to do it, and spending a night alone in your room was more of a pleasure than you cared to admit.
It was another full-moon night.
The first one since you found out, to be exact. And it hadn't been you who raised concerns at realizing it, your ex still remembering the blood bath he left after last time. It hadn't been intentional, but after throwing you across the parking lot, scratching you with his claws while carrying you, and biting your ankle when you didn't want to stop fighting, he had been devastated, wishing to avoid the bloodshed at all costs.
Of course, you wanted to avoid getting hurt again, too, even if your feelings and desires had become relatively meaningless over time. You still wanted to fight, but hiding was your second best option, and knowing he cared just a little about your well-being gave you some hope that not all was lost. One day, you'd escape him, but maybe not on this particular night. All you had to do for now was wait it out, keep quiet, don't alert the beast of your presence.
"Hrngh, mate... need to... mhm, no. Not like this..."
If only he wasn't so damn annoying.
"Just shut up!" you yelled, unable to fall asleep even after trying your hardest. It was bad enough to be in this situation, you didn't need a velcro werewolf to add to your misery and deny you the one thing you liked doing—sleeping in peace.
A soft whine escaped your ex as he halted in his tracks, and you sighed, feeling stupid that you blew your cover completely. Now that he knew you were definitely awake, he'd probably create an even bigger ruckus, especially when you refused to let him in. You heard his body rubbing against the wood, followed by the sound of his sniffing, and you cursed the door for being so poorly soundproofed. Ever since you found out what he was, he didn't hold back the strange mannerism his other form brought with. And you wanted nothing more than to escape the weirdness of this inhuman beast.
He groaned on the other side of the door, and you groaned inwardly as you realized even his breathing had gotten annoying.
"What are you even doing?" you asked him, not needing to yell for him to hear.
"N-Nothing..." he stuttered, sounding dejected and pathetic as he mumbled it into the doorframe. He had always been a lousy liar, but saying this while behaving like a mad dog was almost insulting. Some more hums and sighs reached you ever so often, the creepiness of it all rattling you every time.
"Can you go away?" you asked, annoyed. You wouldn't be able to go back to sleep like this, feeling constantly threatened and grossed out by his presence like this. But your ex merely slumped against the door, letting out a mix of a groan and a growl. It was as if he was on drugs—and not the good kind.
Grabbing your pillow, you wrapped it around your ears, hoping to eradicate the sounds coming from the door. But like so many times before, your hopes were literally smashed as you heard the frightening sound of violently cracking wood.
Immediately, you sat up, staring wide-eyed at the door. It was a small frame of pliable wood, but for some reason, you had felt safe with it separating you from the monster outside. As if it, with all the locks he installed and let you manage, could keep him out. But as you watched the door bend, his body slamming into it from the other side, you realized it had never been enough, not nearly.
"S-Stop!" you called out, and an inhuman growl escaped from behind the splintering wood.
"No stop," the beast growled back, the sounds of claws raking over the wood sent goosebumps down your spine. "My mate..." he sighed in that awful, inhuman voice, and you gulped as you listened to the sniffs. "I know where you are, Mate. So desperate, so in need."
You gasped as his shoulder finally broke through the door, pulling out of the hole it punched through, only to be replaced by his face. You sat completely still as his eyes roamed, taking only milliseconds to find and fixate on you. He had already shifted most of his features, hair growing where it wasn't supposed to, eyes turning from soft green to an intense emerald, his pupils small and digging into you.
Both of you stared at each other for what felt like hours, but you were surprised when he groaned once again, sounding desperate as he withdrew. Before you could say anything, his arm—already fully shifted, with claws for nails and the greyish-brown fur of an animal coating his skin—burst through, getting caught on the splintering wood, yet not caring as it pawed at the locks. Desperate to get it. To get to you.
"Mate," he whined, stopping in his tracks. "Let me in, yes? Let me make you feel good."
You shook your head, unable to voice your thoughts. As if you'd let that thing inside and do harm to you. No matter what it said, that wasn't going to happen.
Another growl, the door shaking while he gripped the first lock, yanking at it. After losing his grip once, he tried again, and before your very eyes, the first lock crumbled in his fist. He wouldn't be stopped by something puny like this, whether you helped him or not. You carefully clambered out of bed, not feeling safe cowering anymore. Desperate, you fiddled with the lock on the window, hoping it would be just as easily removable as your ex made it seem.
Crunch, gone was another lock on the door, the wood bending and creaking further as a body much larger and heavier leaned against it.
Just your lock didn't budge, even as you yanked and begged it to give way. "Come on," you whispered, and the beast growled from behind you, only encouraged by your words to break another one of the door locks.
But suddenly, in the middle of your frenzy to escape before the werewolf could get to you, you heard a whine louder than any before. The arm retracted, and you listened to the chaos unfold outside as the body of your ex slammed into the furniture in the hallway, scraping along the walls.
"No! No, stop! She's scared, she doesn't want this!" This was clearly your boyfriend's voice, begging with something—most likely himself—to stop. Your heart swelled with thankfulness, knowing he was the only one able to subdue the beast. But it was strong, as it had showcased so many times now.
"Yes, she wants," the beast growled. "She's fertile, she's ready. We waited so long to be one. Be one with our mate. Now we have her, and she needs us!"
"But she's not a werewolf! She's not ready for... for this!"
There was so much disgust and hate in his last words, and although you could imagine he meant this situation, you weren't sure if that was truly what he was implying. Maybe there was something more, something even worse, awaiting you that only your ex knew about.
Much to your own shame, your thoughts drifted temporarily, and you were unable to shift them back to focus. Fertile, ready, being one. It suddenly clicked what this monster wanted, and heat flooded your body, causing your core to clench. This had never been about hurting or scaring you.
The monster was, quite literally, trying to mate with you.
A gravelly groan escaped the beast, and you shuddered, feeling caught as the sound raked through your body unwillingly.
"There, she's ready. Waiting for us. Need us," it growled before softly whining, the sound of your boyfriend's voice not reemerging this time.
"I'm ready, too, need to see that pretty cunt, lick up that sweet scent."
Never once since finding out about your ex's secret had you thought about sex with your boyfriend. Depression killed most of your libido, and his touches disgusted you rather than excited. But he, on the other hand, or perhaps that beast controlling him, apparently had.
Looking out of the window, you had a full view of the bright full moon, hanging like an executioner's axe above your head. Even if you could escape this room, you knew you couldn't outrun the monster. Not with his enhanced senses and abilities. You could try to fight him, but your chances of success were slim with his superior strength and the possibility of you freezing up when you were face to face with the creature.
What should you do then? Simply... give up?
You shuddered, another cracking reminding you the monster was again working on opening the door. On getting to you. He wouldn't stop. He didn't when you screamed and begged, didn't when you were obviously afraid. There was no reasoning with an animal, and tears welled up in your eyes.
"Mhm, sad... Mate sad," your ex whined through the gap in the door, his voice mixing into the monster's way of talking. As if to lure you, like the big bad wolf had with little red riding hood. "Soon. I'll be there soon."
You knew it would be.
Surprised, you found yourself in front of the door, watching as the gnarly arm yanked at the second to last lock, impatiently trying to tear it off. There wasn't much you could possibly do to save yourself, but it was all too much to bear for your psyche. Tears fell freely as you reached up, not even realizing you had come so close to the beast, and brushed your hand over his fur. He stilled, letting go of the lock as he reached up instead.
Your breath hitched as you thought he would wrap his paw around your throat, but instead, his palm cupped your face, clawed thumb wiping away the tears. "Open the door," he rumbled softly, commanding it despite the gentle instruction. "Let me come in, mate. Let me comfort you."
His hand fell from your face, brushing down your body. There was something so strangely sensual in this huge paw of a hand gently caressing your body, even if the claws could slit you open at any given moment. You were going crazy, but you didn't move, didn't shove him away as you should have. He drove over the curve of your breast, his knuckles getting caught on your nipple, flicking it one after the other before he moved on to the side of your hip. Then the hand slit around the small of your back, pushing you closer to the door before settling above your ass.
Its presence was like a threat, and you reached up with shaking hands, slowly fiddling with the key to the door before unlocking it. Two more to go.
"Good," it growled. "I can smell your arousal. I'll see to it soon, pretty mate. Open it. Open the door."
Click. Did you want it to? Did you perhaps want that werewolf to get to you, ravage you like the beast it was? Had you gone insane after a month of isolation and depression? Your breath hitched as you reached for the last lock, the steady growling turning into more of a purr as his hand spread over your asscheek, slowly rubbing it, fingers dipping down too low for comfort with his elongated tips. Yet, when he pulled them from between your legs, you followed his touch, chasing the tingles he left in his wake.
Yes. You had gone insane. Fuck, you must have been mad, but your hands acted on their own as they unlocked the last barricade between you two.
"I-I'm opening it now," you announced, and the monster hummed appreciatively.
"Yes... Yes, you open it now, sweet thing. Let me in."
Your breathing ragged, the last lock clicked open much too easily, and you stepped backward as the wood creaked open. The monster's arm retracted after pushing down the handle from the inside, the splintered wood cracking out of the way as the creature's massive body broke through the frame.
There was more growling as it got stuck in the small opening, his body way too massive to fit, but it was too eager to wait. The werewolf jammed into it, shoulder and legs getting caught as he couldn't decide what should go first.
You gasped, noticing he hadn't even shifted fully yet, with much of your ex-boyfriend's features remaining as you caught his gaze, looking at you with desperation and sorrow.
"S-Sorry," he stuttered, his voice the growl of a beast, yet you knew it was your boyfriend talking to you. Telling you he couldn't stop it—no, he couldn't stop himself. You needed to stop differentiating the two when they were one and the same. And you were what they wanted, they desired, even if his rational part tried to protect you from the one that ran purely on instinct. You were prey. Prey that the werewolf wanted to fuck and then devour.
For some reason, that revelation made your heart race faster, and your legs clenched tighter together, a shuddering breath escaping you.
"Pretty mate," he sighed. "Pretty, pretty. So needy, so ready."
"W-What do you mean?" you asked him, and his grimace twisted into a grin.
"I can smell it. You are ripe and fertile. You're gonna take my seed and you will enjoy it, begging to have my cubs."
A gasp escaped you as you were slowly backed into the wall to the side of the bed. It was moments like these that made you regret not caring enough before. Not stealing a knife from the kitchen or asking for silver to protect you. Fuck, how could you have been so stupid as to open the door?! How could you do this to yourself?!
Your core clenched, and the shameful realization finally dawned on you. It had been some time since your period, and that meant... you were ovulating. Your libido may have been off, but nature didn't miss. Especially not if your boyfriend had some weird, werewolf pheromones you didn't notice before. It was your only explanation for wanting this thing anywhere close to you. You two used to have a very active sex life, but you had always used protection, and he had never pressed you to do what you didn't want. Maybe that made you too easily persuaded now, in this situation. A false sense of trust
"Don't be scared," the creature purred, reaching out his fully shifted arm towards you. "I'll take good care of you. I'll start right now."
With that and the terrifying sound of wood breaking, that massive monster plummeted to his knees, more hair sprouting as the full transformation took place. You watched in horror and awe as his snout elongated, teeth sharpening, and ears protruding from the top of his head. You wanted to throw up, but you had no time as the snout leaned forward, landing right between your legs.
The deep inhale could be felt through all the layers of clothes on you, and you felt your own wetness betraying you as it seeped into your panties. The monster was way too huge, even as he knelt, his body bending in what must have been painful for him just so he could kneel before you and sniff your privates mercilessly, driven by the need to satisfy his and your cravings.
Pushing his snout upwards, an electric shock went through you as it flicked your clit, maw splitting to allow his tongue to lap out. It was so damn long, able to easily slip between your asscheeks from his front-facing position. And it moved like a separate entity, a snake able to buckle and twist, eager to taste all you were offering.
Claws hooked beneath the waistband of your pajama, and you squeaked as he rapidly pulled them down to your ankles. His tongue moved out of the way only to let the fabric pass, immediately slinging back between your legs, licking up all the excess wet coating the inside of your thighs. You let out an involuntary moan as the tip of his tongue poked at your entrance through the fabric, and the monster chuckled, his tongue vibrating along to the sound.
It was almost too much. Your body bent forward, the monster's shoulders perfectly in reach to grab onto, and you leaned into his snout. He took it as a sign of your willingness, arms reaching out to support you by the hips, and you whined as the thick muscle pressed into you teasingly. You'd never be able to take it fully, and the fear gave you another pang to your core, making you imagine what it would be like inside you, winding and twisting around.
You felt so embarrassed that you were thinking about these things, not understanding why your body would crave them. But you couldn't stop. Couldn't stop thinking of the ways it could lap at your folds, play your clit, or dig deeper than anything ever had before. Maybe with a tongue like this, your orgasm wouldn't be an every-once-in-a-while thing but a constant, double, triple pleasure that only you got to experience. You were fucking going insane, and the shame almost turned you on more.
"So good," the monster praised, and the deep sound shuddered through your body. You raised onto your tiptoes, realizing you were so close to the edge of depravity. But that was when he sniffed your soaked-through panties, inhaled with a long, deep breath before suddenly closing his maw, leaving you breathless and violently tingling.
"You're ready," the creature announced and you whined as he pulled the last bit of pressure—his nose—from your clit, leaving you with nothing. You didn't know you could be this needy, but your fingers curled into his fur, silently willing him back to give you the earth-shaking orgasm he had built up to.
"You need to be filled up, sweet thing. Need my seed to swell your belly until it bursts and give you what you desire, little mate."
His hold on your hips grew uncomfortably tight, but before you knew it, you were lifted off the ground. A breathless gasp escaped you as you were carried over to the bed, your head hitting your pillow with a soft "Uff!" escaping you. But when you opened your eyes, the werewolf was right there, his legs spread on either side of the bed, one arm gripping the iron headboard that creaked underneath the pressure of his grip.
It felt incredibly threatening to have him hover above you like this. Still, at the same time, you couldn't help but flush with heat as he looked down at you, that massive monster looking at you as if it was either lovestruck or famished, satisfied some inner demons of yours. That was, until your eyes fell below his waistline, seeing the red, angry erection that awaited you there, jutting out of the fur and merrily spilling precum as if it was lube.
With a groan, your ex reached down, gripping his massive cock awkwardly in his clawed hand. More cum gushed from it, and his hips pounded forward into the hold. There was no way you could take that, its girth unimaginable inside your small, human pussy.
Some of the hot spill touched your bare legs, your pants discarded on the floor where you had stood, and you jolted from the heat. It spread like wildfire, the thought of being filled with it almost sending you over the edge right then and there. The idea of your womb filled up with this hot, heavy seed was so enticing to you, although you didn't realize it had been a kink of yours. Something felt so off about your reactions, yet you couldn't determine what. You couldn't turn your eyes away from his cock, not even as his hand slid back, fingers spreading further to envelop the bulbous growth at the base. You swallowed thickly as you watched him squeeze and massage it, the discomfort clear in his movements, yet his tip just wouldn't stop spilling.
"Open your legs," he growled, and you shuddered as hesitation and willingness fought inside of you. It seemed the monster didn't have the same concerns as you had, willing to tear you open just to get his dick wet. And a part of you wanted to be the one wetting this dick, but this time, rationality won.
"N-No, it won't fit!" you squeaked, slamming your legs shut as hard as you could and moving backward until your shoulders hit the iron frame.
"It will," the werewolf snarled confidently. "You are more than ready, little mate."
"No! No, you will hurt me! I can't take it--"
The deep growl that clattered his teeth shut you up fast, and you turned your head away as he lowered his towards yours. His snout ran from your temple to the side of your throat, brushing away your shirt to expose more of the soft area between your shoulder and neck. When he licked over the spot, you felt a jolt of pleasure rake through you, a weird kind of connection developing with this monster.
"You are my mate. I long prepared you for this—longer than you realize. Spread you wide, marked you, let you smell my pheromones. You were always going to be mine, even when you didn't know it. You were ready before you found out about this, but tonight, you'll finally take your place as my mate. Mine."
Pushing his hips down, they connected with yours, and you temporarily forgot to clench your thighs, allowing the monster to rub his cock against your cunt. It was hot, wet, and ready, and with your soft whine, you signaled that you were, too.
With his free hand, he reached down, grabbing your left leg before pulling it to the side. With another sniff in the air, the monster let out a satisfied rumble before stretching out his pointer, slipping the claw under the fabric of your panty.
You gasped as the fabric tore at the smallest of tugs, easily giving way to your bare pussy, and you felt almost the same sense of shame as you had at your first time with your boyfriend. Shy, virginal. Perhaps because, to this werewolf, with his heightened senses, you were much more exposed than normally. He saw, smelled, and tasted everything so much more and did so with the greatest of pleasures.
"Mhm, tight," he commented as he looked down.
"Too tight," you whined, and he snorted.
"Perfect."
Pushing your leg back, he brought his own forward to secure it in place, and letting go of the headboard, he swept your other leg up to rest it above his. You hadn't even noticed the swift lifting of your hips he did, only feeling the softness of your blanket underneath them when he had already elevated you. He was surprisingly considered for a beast, but that wasn't what you should have been thinking about.
"Hold here," he instructed, guiding your hands over your head and to the iron rods that made up the headboard. With shivering hands, you grasped them and looked up to meet his gaze, his eyes not wavering from yours as he reached down to position himself.
"Good girl," he chuckled, and you couldn't help more heat spreading to your cheeks as you looked away first.
Cursing the wave of excitement, only measured against the fear of being penetrated by something so big, you whined softly as you felt his tip press against your entrance, your pussy gaping after this promise of finally getting the orgasm you had been denied before.
His snout leaned down, brushing against the side of your face reassuringly, and you heard that eery purr rumble in his chest again. With his own hands gripping the top of the headboard, you began to realize what you had allowed. You shifted on top of his lap, pulling yourself further away, but his hips followed, caging you between his body and the headboard.
"No, no wait!" you whimpered, panic spreading through you as your body prepared with all the adrenaline it could muster.
"No more waiting, little mate," he replied and his hips snapped forward.
A soundless scream ripped from your throat, your spine arching as the whole shaft of his cock invaded you, split you wide open, and tore your entrance as the bulb tried to follow into your depths.
"It's too big!" you complained, but your words were all but one big moan that only encouraged him more. There were no words to describe the feeling, a mixture of pain that turned into pleasure, that burned with even more pain before finally pressing all the right spots. And you were so full.
You felt your toes curl as you came, overwhelmed to the point of tears. Tears that were licked up by an eager tongue, wet and hot as it found your lips, pulling them apart to invade your mouth as well in an abhorrent kiss to fur-covered lips. His tongue was choking you, fucking your throat as his cock made little juts inside you, guiding you through your orgasm.
It didn't take him long to find a rhythm, his cock rutting into you madly by the time your high was broken, only mind-shattering sensitivity remaining. The headboard creaked and shook as he used it to drive himself forward and deeper into you. Soon, your wetness and his precum pooled beneath your cunt, and when he dragged his cock back, preparing for an especially deep push, the knot at the base slipped inside with it.
This time, you did scream, loud enough to make him jolt, his cock kissing even deeper as your bodies collided. The werewolf growled, pulling his knot free, and your shriek turned into a loud moan, your eyes rolling back. And so he did it again, fucking the mass into you again and again. You couldn't scream every time it spread you open with blunt force, but every time it did, you felt like losing your conscience.
Soon, he didn't even pull it out fully anymore, only moving inside of you. The knot grew, and you squirmed, uncomfortable with the mass spreading inside you. "No!" you whined, but it wasn't convincing when it sounded like a plead for more. You completely lost control as his cock bulged inside you, the beast growling as a hot spurt of cum splashed your inner walls.
And as if the floodgates opened, more spurts followed, spilling all inside you with no chance of escaping. You wished it didn't give you that ugly, fulfilling feeling of yet another orgasm, but you weren't spared. The werewolf groaned as you clenched around him, and you shook violently while more and more cum filled your womb. Just like he promised, he filled you up to the brim, expanding your insides as if he had already gotten you pregnant. You felt both nauseated from the feeling of fluids swapping around inside of you as well as so damn satisfied by feeling full.
Growls and howls escaped him, maw lowering back to settle between your shoulder and neck. You didn't notice him licking the spot over and over while you were still orgasming, as if this was the first time you had ever reached such a high. Groaning, you let your head fall back, arching your body against his, not realizing this had been your biggest mistake.
Pain worse than anything you had ever felt before shot through you, and your scream died down quickly as blood gushed from your shoulder, his teeth burying deeper as you tried to rip yourself away from the monster. He was groaning, lapping at the wounds his maw caused and his cock jerked inside you, causing all the fluids to sway.
You reached around his neck, driving your nails through his fur and into the taut skin on his back. You whimpered and pushed your body into his pleadingly, willing him to stop. It hurt so much, and yet you felt almost back at the edge of your orgasm, your hips unwillingly rutting against his, the knot moving back and forth around your entrance.
Only when you came again did the werewolf stop his bite, howling at the sight of you shuddering violently beneath him. And finally, he was satisfied, your blood dripping from his maw as he pumped his cock into you again a handful of times, making sure you were plugged up well.
"Mine," he rasped. "All mine. My mate, my bitch."
His hand fell to the swollen part of your stomach, and you groaned as he applied some pressure.
"And soon," he hummed, satisfied as you felt another pump of cum fill you up. "You'll bear my pups like a good mate. And I will fill you up again for more like you were always meant to be."
You barely registered the words, but the tears falling from your eyes were proof that you understood. Understood what you had allowed to happen, understood that you were indeed what he claimed you to be. His bitch, his little breeding pet. His.
"Good," he chuckled, and you let out a sob, realizing he could feel your giving up, the despair overwhelming you. But to him, it was only one thing: submission. He didn't need you to voice it to win a battle you couldn't have fought if you wanted to. And you were too helpless to make him think otherwise, too exhausted to argue, too full to deny what you were.
Tugging his knot back, you realized he was slowly able to pull it out, and you whined, feeling the first spurts of seed run down your legs. But he pushed it back the second he noticed it, humming as he seemed to enjoy your warmth.
"You're all mine now, you belong to me," he growled, victorious. But then a whine broke through, and you watched as the werewolf hunched over, one hand gripping his head. Concerned, you didn't know what to do, but when you tried to move, you felt his knot inside, and the pleasure that shot through you made you flush with heat and moan.
"God..." you heard him whine, and you looked up, not in the eyes of a beast, but those of your ex. You saw your own reflection in them, undone, bloody, and sexually satisfied beyond recognition. He whined again softly, but you didn't believe his words when he sobbed them quietly. Not with his knot pulsing inside you still, leaking seed everywhere.
Male Werewolf Imaginary Friend x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, knotting, angst, minor character death, grief/depression, loneliness possessive behavior, general yandere behavior
Word Count 2.3k
(Commission for @acenby-weirdo. I hope you all enjoy it! )
Your childhood wasn’t particularly terrible. Your parents were a loving couple. They didn’t abuse you. But you were pretty awkward and had practically no friends to speak of. Your parents were gone very frequently for work and you were left with a babysitter who did her job but was largely unfriendly.
It was an exceedingly lonely existence. So you did what any kid in your situation and age group would do, you invented an imaginary friend. His name was Jake. And he was an invisible werewolf. You had watched a cartoon with a friendly werewolf and were enamored by them.
Other than being a werewolf Jake was a normal boy the same age that you were. The two of you did absolutely everything together. It was so extreme that your parents even took the time to take you to a therapist, who assured them it was a perfectly normal occurrence.
The two of you played together on the playground in your backyard, camped out in the tent in the backyard on hot summer nights, made blanket and pillow forts inside, played with legos, one of your favorite things to do was use a big cardboard box you had drawn on as a pretend spaceship and go on galactic adventures across the stars.
You promised one another that you would be best friends for life and never leave each other behind.
But eventually, slowly but surely as everyone does, you grew up. You began making a few friends. You began to play with Jake less and less. You were over at sleepovers or hanging out at the park with your new buddies.
It didn’t help that having an imaginary friend was more and more frowned upon and you were told you needed to grow up. You thought Jake had just been fake and after that you forgot him altogether.
But unlike most imaginary friends he didn’t end just because your memory of him did. At some point he took on a bit of a life of his own, becoming just a bit more than imaginary, though still invisible.
How did it happen? Maybe divine intervention. Maybe it had been a quirk of the cosmos. Perhaps the house was built on ley lines. Maybe you even had latent psychic abilities. It didn’t really matter how. He existed, but you were convinced he had just been no more than a figment of your imagination.
Jake weakened. He tried to call out for you. He tried to grasp your hand and go on pretend adventures but it was like you just couldn’t see him anymore. He cried and begged and pleaded. Up until that point he had still followed you everywhere. But even that got harder and harder and soon he couldn’t move beyond the home he had come to love with his best friend.
He languished in depression over the years, watching as you grew up and growing older with you. He had given up ever being able to interact with you again. He had been there to cure your loneliness but he was more isolated than you ever had been.
Well, at the very least, he could still watch you. Still see you smile at your triumphs, and keep you company through your sorrows, even if you weren’t aware that he was there.
You even stayed for quite a while after high school, though you weren’t there too often. Between your part time job, trade school, and what remained of a social life, you mainly were just home at night or for the occasionally empty weekend.
You couldn’t feel Jake’s arms around you when you slept, but they were there. Until you weren’t.
Once you got really started in your trade and your apprenticeship ended you quickly saved up enough money, combined with what you had set aside while working your previous part time job, to get a place of your very own. Just renting, obviously. You made decent money but in the current economy home ownership was still many years away.
And then your imaginary best friend, who you had spent so much time with in your youth, who you had promised you’d never stop being best friends with, who you had promised that you’d never leave behind, was well and truly abandoned.
Like a wolf separated from its family he howled for your companionship. Not even the void could hear it.
Yeah, you were still in town, but you rarely had time to visit your parents. He almost never saw you after that. Except maybe on holidays.
On the rare occasions that you were home he talked to you even though you couldn’t hear a word of it.
“Oh my, you’ve grown so much! Look at you! I’ve grown too… I guess you can’t see it but I have…”
He bared his fangs and claws to show you as if you could see. He started weeping silently.
“I-I miss you so much. I bet you’re the best at your job. I just know y-you are.”
When you spent the night for the holidays he clung to you, knowing you’d go away again but unwilling to relinquish his unfelt grip. And when it was time for you to go he tried, not for the first time, to follow but he was just unable to cross the threshold past the driveway that marked the end of the property.
And, again not for the first time, he dropped to his knees and howled again before slashing out of the ground in desperate sorrow and extreme frustration. As time went on he began bitterness and anger began to taint him. And as he grew angrier he subtly began to get stronger, something he didn’t even notice.
You continued on with your life for a couple years, with only a couple of unknown encounters with your former best friend, until a tragedy brought you back home.
It had been a rainy day, the roads were slick. Your parents were on a date, enjoying their retirement. The weather had been completely clear when they had set out for their day and there was only a bit of precipitation in the forecast. But a sudden massive downpour made it hard to drive. They were going to just pull over until the weather calmed down but… someone smashed into them before they had gotten a chance… they passed away instantly. You were told it was at least painless.
Well, you inherited your childhood home and moved back in. What else would you do? You had enough to pay the property taxes and it was cheaper than renting in this economy. Though it wasn’t easy.
Jake was so sorry for you, that hadn’t been how he had wanted you to return. Though he had grown mad and bitter at how you had tossed him away. And now that you were he couldn’t help but go a bit feral. He was a werewolf, after all, with all the territorial instincts and aggressiveness that came with it.
He was all over you, and as you remained unaware of his existence his anger was rekindled. You were supposed to be forever and you had abandoned him, threw him away. He was blinded by anger.
Jake attempted to pull you into his lap and, to his astonishment, you budged. You actually were actually yanked over a bit. You were understandably freaked out and told yourself you had just slipped, despite the fact that you were not leaning over and you had definitely felt something grab your arm.
Years of rage had evidently made him stronger than he had ever been before, even as a child he had never been able to physically manipulate the world around him. He had to see if this was a one off and he discovered that when he was very emotional he could manipulate things just a little.
With his undying love and yearning for you combined with his torrential rage when you ignored the things he moved only made him a bit stronger. Every now and then he could build up the energy to toss objects. He threw the occasional plate, knocked over cups, and most frighteningly of all, cuddled you.
It was impossible to maintain your denial any longer, even though you were a bit worried that you had cracked due to grief and gone insane you sought out the services of a professional psychic to dispel the poltergeist. The house had never been haunted as you grew up, but perhaps your parents were in denial that they had died and needed help moving on. Other than hallucinating it was the only thing you could think of.
“What do you think is going on? Do you feel a presence?”
The psychic woman roamed the house, spreading smoke from incense, closing her eyes and reaching her arm out in certain places as if she sensed something unseen.
“Yes…. Though it isn’t the same as what I feel from typical spirits. Very angry. Unfathomably lonely. I don’t think it’s your parents.”
“Can anything be done about it?”
She blew out the incense and turned towards you.
“Yes, I am pretty sure I can solve the issue. We will have to do it at midnight when the two worlds are closest and we will have more power to influence spirits.”
This enraged Jake. Books flew from the shelves pelting you and the psychic. Well at least that proved you weren’t just crazy. The two of you ran from the house and went your separate ways until midnight.
When the time was upon you the two of you crept in and she set up whatever ritual it was she was performing. On the table she placed a crystal ball to aid in expanding her extrasensory abilities and burned herbs to purify the air. She made a circle of large grained salt around the table and had you join her. She grabbed your hand and told you to remain silent and don’t leave the circle no matter what happened.
You watched with anxiety as she chanted in some presumably ancient language. Probably Latin. The air twirled around the room, a wolf was heard in the distance. Then all was calm.
Jake was going to just flip the table but he let the ritual continue. Not only was all the new attention giving him more strength but the ritual was doing the opposite of what was intended. Instead of banishing him from this world it was bringing him fully into it though he remained invisible. The psychic tried to sense him again but he had stepped into the yard to avoid her.
She declared the job done and all seemed to proceed calmly.
Once she was down the road and you were retreating to your room, Jake immediately tackled you. You were taken aback as claws ferally tore your clothing to shreds. You heard growling and snarls as it happened. You screamed and kicked at what you couldn’t see. A few of your hits made contact but Jake was a werewolf and your attempts were pretty puny compared to him.
“Need you. Can finally have you. Need to claim you!”
The voice was aggressive and animalistic, you didn’t recognize it at all.
You pleaded for it to stop but he spread your legs and used his long slobbery tongue to assault your hole and slip into your depths, getting you stretched and lubed up with his saliva. He gripped your sides as he continued, claws scraping your flesh leaving faint trails down your body.
He was going to have you in every possible way. All his. You’d never forget his name again. He was going to make you fucking moan it while you squirmed.
When you were thoroughly stretched by his unique tongue and your hole leaked his drool he jammed his hard slimy wolf cock into you. You couldn’t see what was happening but you could definitely feel it as he forced himself into you.
Even with the preparation he had administered to your entrance it still hurt for a moment before melting into pleasure as he hit
“What’s wrong, Don’t you remember me!!?”
He upped the pace even further, nearly fucking you out of your senses. You tried to respond but your mind was reeling from the absurdity and suddenness of the situation.
“You don’t remember your BEST. FRIEND. EVER?” He asked, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust into you.
Despite the rough movements and deep growling words his hand cupped your face and thumbed at your face gently. You were more confused than ever but the feeling of his slick cock fucking into you had you unable to voice what few thoughts you could string together.
“Jake. It’s. Jake.”
“J-jaaake~”
Your legs trembled as you came, you mirrored his words but it took you a moment to take them in as you reached the crest of your pleasure.
You looked up at him in recognition, thought you couldn’t actually see him, finally after all these years he had what he wanted. You. And for you to acknowledge him. And now that he had you he had absolutely no plans to let go.
Jake continued pounding into you, making it impossible for you to maintain your thoughts as you squirmed with overstimulation, your nerves flooded with pleasure as his knot inflated and his throbbing cock filled you with an almost comical amount of cum.
Only then did he slow down, occasionally humping into you, grinding his knot into your depths. He sat back, pulling you into his lap and forcing your head into his chest with his cock still keeping the two of you together. He licked at your face, nosing into your neck with his wet nose.
You were in shock, your body trying to recover from the ordeal it had been through and your mind trying to come to grips with the fact that your imaginary friend was real, had grown like you had, and had entered into reality.
Now that he was fully into your world he knew that he could go anywhere you did now. And with his keen animal senses, strength, and invisibility you’d never be able to run away from your best friend ever again.
She's been dancing with the devil all night, it’s like Hell is where she wanna be
Crevin(Yandere!werewolf OC x F!reader)
WC:1.5k+
Warnings:, Yandere tendencies? Idk, usual Yandere stuff, reader is chased by a random guy, he dies anyway lol who cares, female reader, pet names (little rabbit, mate, baby etc) one mention of knot but no smut, lmk if I need to add more
18+ MINORS DNI!!! PICS FROM PINTEREST NOT MINE
A/N: I don’t want to post this I’ve kept it hidden for like a month. Okay bye. Title from Dancer in the dark by Chase Atlantic.
Hiding behind a large tree, the shadow and the night working hand in hand to keep you under a veil of protection. The moon goddess must be on your side tonight, despising man’s natural impulses and instinct to destroy and ruin.
A cry and gasp tries clawing its way up your lungs, digging into the flesh just to be released out of your mouth. But you force it shut, covering your mouth with your hand and with your other hand digging into the bark of the tree you are currently leaning against, nails scratching at the surface.
You faintly hear his voice, “Where are you, babygirl?” Echoing throughout the forest, you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe out in stuttering breaths, willing yourself to just ‘shut the fuck up’.
Opening your eyes, you look around the tree you’re leaning against; and spot a cave slightly obscured by the surrounding landscape.
Pushing yourself off the tree you run for the entrance, blood rushing through your ears and muffling the sound of you breaking branches scattered across the flooring.
Turning around once more you see and hear nothing else, you focus on calming down your heart as you explore the cave. It’s quite small, you realise and quite dark.
Fishing through your pocket for a lighter you flick it a few times, before it brightens up the area. You hear the sound of rattling - like chains beating the floor and a faint growling.
As you hide behind a nearby boulder you consider the very realistic chance that you aren’t alone here. So badly you want to leave, your gut twisting horribly, but where to?
To the man outside chasing you and your dignity- what’s left of it at least- or the bloodthirsty creature growling for its next meal.
Finally, you make a decision if it’s a choice between man or bear, you would choose the beast every time. At least your death won’t be slow this way.
You move deeper into the cave, sticking to the walls and corners as the growling increases not just in sound but in passion - as if it knows you are here.
“A human?…well, well, well, looks like someone is not where they are supposed to be.” A deep voice speaks up, you stick to your corner, obscured by the shadows and too scared to move an inch.
Chains bruise the ground fiercely, as another growl escapes the creature, “Little rabbit, you know better than to be in the woods, alone, unprotected. Especially on a night like this.”
“I am not a rabbit.” You speak up, anger flaring up a little inside of you, but you don’t dare even breathe loudly. “…what’s your name?”
“Oh, trust me I know exactly what you are, as it stands you are the prey right now and I…the predator.” He chuckled as he remains leaning against the wall he’s currently chained to. “Call me Crevin, little rabbit.”
“What do you mean a night like this? Nothing is happening tonight, as far as I know at least.” There is something about him that just makes you feel inclined to query, perhaps a morbid fascination with the deadly and macabre.
“Don’t you know little rabbit? It’s a full moon tonight, the moon goddess has dedicated this night to lycanthropy and thus much too dangerous for such an innocent rabbit; especially when you smell like that.”
You feel stunned by the…insult? More so than his admitting of being a lycanthrope. “Smell like what? I don’t…I don’t smell bad. You probably smell worse you…dog.”
Instead of being offended by the insult he laughs, he laughs so much and so hard it makes you…smile? Something you couldn’t ever share, especially not now he’d probably just poke more fun at you.
“Oh, little rabbit, I never said it was bad. In fact, it’s so delectable I could just eat you up.” Instead of your heart dropping to your stomach, a warmth pools there that has you shifting and squeezing your thighs slightly.
He steps into the light, standing straight and walking towards you slowly before he’s stopped by the chain around his neck and wrists. And then, he does something you did not expect, you he starts sniffing the air. “Mm…I was expecting pheromones of fear but instead…is that pleasure?” He stops his weird sniffing and locks eyes with you, one eyebrow arching up whilst his smile morphs into a devilish smirk. “Do I turn you on, little rabbit?”
You scoff and turn your head, trying desperately to hide your flushed face, resisting the urge to smack that smug look off of his face.
He chuckles, and with that frustratingly handsome smirk on his face he crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Well it’s been fun little rabbit, but you must be leaving soon, for your own good. So come into the light and let me see you, before I bid you goodbye.”
Talking with him so…carefree was a nice distraction from what’s outside of the cave, but that’s your worry not his. So you step forward, flicking your lighter in front of you as you walk closer to him, until you are standing in front of him.
His eyes meet yours and you feel like you are drowning in the viridescent, sage-green of his eyes; at first glance it looks sage, but as you stare deeper there is a slight hint of a hazelnut and artichoke in his eyes. You can’t move your gaze away and it feels like…like you are tethered to him now.
The only thing that brings you out of the trance is a deep, chesty growl escaping his mouth but it turns into more of a purr. His hands wrap around you, tugging you to his chest and you let him, not wanting to ever part from him now.
“What…what’s happening?” Your voice echoes in the silence of the cave, he hugs you tighter to his chest head sniffing your hair - like he needs to smell it more than the air he breathes.
“It’s called imprinting, little rabbit, the moon goddess has chosen you for me; but now that I’ve found you I won’t ever let you go-not that you’d want it though.” He starts to lick your neck, tugging you closer to him.
He seemed to be preparing to bite you, but the smell of another human stumbling inside has his wolf growling loud. He turns you around so you’re hidden by his large stature, growling deep into your neck. “What’s wrong?”
You press your body closer to him and he purrs in response, the sound weirdly calming down your anxiety. “Someone unwelcome is here, this is who you were hiding from, little rabbit?”
You move your head to make eye contact with him and tilt your head “How did you know?”
He smiles in a way you can only liken it to warmth, “I could smell it on you the second I warned you to leave. This works well though little rabbit, my wolf was craving some blood regardless, plus I’ll take any chance to prove myself to my mate.”
“But…you’re chained-“
“No chain can keep me from protecting my mate.”
He answers with finality in his tone, preventing you from questioning him further. He rips the chains in half without even trying, the excess of the chai hanging loosely from his tanned wrists, covering the scars littered around his wrists- likely from tugging at the chains which be broke without even thinking. He closes your eyelids and kisses your head. “I’ll be back soon little rabbit, keep your eyes closed, hum a nice tone to keep me motivated ‘kay?”
He leaves your earshot within seconds. And perhaps it’s the morbid curiosity playing again when you open your eyes, a couple of moments after he left. But you don’t see anything and there’s no screams…it’s just nothing.
You slowly walk ahead, feeling apprehensive; but this feeling of apprehension only develops completely when you reach that horrid stench of blood. Metallic and completely putrid, a hand goes to your nose as you venture further in the cave.
You keep walking and walking until you trip over a heavy object, or rather you would have tripped had the arm wrapped around your waist tightly not have been there.
“You don’t listen well little rabbit, I thought I told you to stay put.” A deep voice whispers into your neck, filled with such a deep sense of bloodlust it has you squirming.
Before you can defend yourself he licks up your neck, not once, not twice but three times. A groan vibrates through his body with the last lick.
“Oh pet, just one sniff of you has my wolf aching, has me aching.” He tightens his grip on you and in the next second your back is pinned against the closest wall, your thighs wrapped around his waist.
“Wait…wait we can’t fuck in front of him” A growl vibrates through his chest, while his claws dig further into your thighs and he continues licking before biting your neck. He licks and soothes the mark he left over your body, feeling prideful at the mark. “Don’t you know better than to talk or even think about another man in your mate’s presence. Just means I need to fuck my knot into you, again and again and again until the only thing you can think of is my cock filling you up.”
I will get on my hands and knees and BEG for all those batfam mythological fics in ur brain. pleEEEEASE pleaseples
First: werewolf batfam.
Kind of like omegaverse batfam but without all the sexism. (Not to say the AU is sexist or anything of the sort, just that often in this stories sexism is often explored in some way.)
I give you:
—pack instincts
—pup instincts
—biting, growling
—territory disputes
—pack disputes
—a lot of sniffing
—wolf forms
—and a reader who is very afraid of the batfam’s very sharp teeth, especially if they themselves are a pup or a recently turned werewolf
Imagine hearing howling every full moon. Imagine having to lock yourself away from the world (lights off, windows drawn, doors barred or locked, etc.) for the entire night, not making a peep and yet still knowing, still dreading, as a pack nears your home. Because, for as much as you may try, a pup’s cries aren’t so hard to spot in the eerie silence of the night.
And they can smell something. Something familiar. Something bloody.
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AND WE ALSO HAVE:
Gods AU batfam with demigod reader!! Somewhat Genshin inspired because I like the thought of each of the batfam members each having their own little nation or even two of them ruling one together. It’d be cool.
Okay, so let’s first imagine that you’re a demigod. And because you’re a demigod you’ve always been a little stronger than most, a little more agile, a little quicker. But you also constantly get yourself into trouble.
You don’t know who your godly parent is or, rather, who you’re descended from because for all you know it could’ve been your grandfather who was a god. But either way you don’t care to know who they are just as they didn’t care to claim you.
You don’t have any special powers or anything of the sort, just a knack for getting out of all the trouble you get yourself into and a particular skill with disguises and general mischief.
It would be tha ‘traveling across the seven nations’ kind of thing that we got from genshin impact where as the story progresses, you fall deeper into the stuff of Gods. You’re not even really meaning to get involved, it just happens.
But you end up having to deal with it anyway.
And, of course, the whole ‘why are they doing this in the first place?’
I would think, like Aether, we’ve lost something. Perhaps not a person but an actual physically tangible object. Or maybe even a thing that isn’t really meant to be touched or held.
Like memories.
I’m thinking—you’re the oldest surviving demigod and the gods are rushing to find out just who your parent is.
Thinking about a yandere werewolf, but not just any werewolf… a bounty hunter. And he has it bad for his you. Cowboy Werewolf!
Yandere Shorts: Like I Love You
Yandere werewolf x fem reader
TW: obsession, delusional themes, abo dynamic, horror, gore (mentioned), death of characters, neglectful husband, betrayal, cheating husband, forced relationship, mention of baby trapping, and behavior that should not be romanticized
Rolfe was currently on a hunt… his target is a sickly preacher’s, one that should be easy enough. Her own husband had paid him quite the pretty penny to off her. Poor little lamb didn’t stand a chance in the wilderness of this world. Not when she had enemies close to her side such as an unfaithful husband and a conniving best friend. He almost felt sorry for his prey
He arrived a day later, his clawed fingers dragged through a lock of her hair as he inhaled her scent. She smelled… delicious. And she was so vulnerable too with her nape out that just begged for his teeth to be driven into…
Rolfe shook his head before he went back into a trance when she subconsciously leaned into his touch. His hand moved up and grazed her temple that felt as if it were ablaze. Poor woman had a fever…
“Darling? Did you finally come to me?” Her voice was a bit delirious with sickness as she kissed his hands. Each kiss made him feel as if he was her beloved. It took everything in him not to loudly whine like a dog. “I missed you so much James. I’m sorry I got sick again.”
Rolfe didn’t say a word before he continued to drag his rough palms through her hair. His heart hammered in his chest and his wolf clawed inside his brain to be released. It seemed this woman before him… was his fated mate.”
Rolfe bent down and buried his nose into the crook of her neck to deeply inhaled. Oh yes… this lassy was his for the takin.
Rolfe began to slowly nurse her back to health rather than off her. An action that made his employer question him. Why on earth would a monster nurse such a nuisance back to health? She was always near death’s door. What use was such a delicate woman in the Wild West?
“When are you going to off (your name)? She’s an easy target.”
“I have honor as a bounty hunter. It must be a hunt.” Rolfe snarled at (your name)’s husband, James, the man who dared to keep her sick due to his lack of care. Had that scrawny man have no pride as a man? The pastor made him sick.
“She’s easy to pick off right now. I’d really like this to be over and done with so I can marry Helen. This is why I hired a monster-“ Rolfe picked James up from the ground by his throat as James gasped for air.
“You are a foolish, greedy man. Are you sure you are truly a man of god?” Rolfe growled, showing his fangs. His dark, muscular form largely towered over James’s lithe frame. “You’re a pathetic man.”
Rolfe soon went back to the care of (your name). The werewolf rubbed his cheeks all over her bed and her body to scent her… he needed to get rid of James’s scent. Rolfe wouldn’t let another have her and hurt her again… he’d spirit her away.
Rolfe wondered how many pups she’d want. If they’d be pretty like her but strong like him… if she’d pepper him with nips and kisses everyday. If she’d beg him for his knot on the next full moon as he properly mated her?
“Darling?” (Your name) reached for his face and Rolfe was quick to put his face in them. A needy whine escaped his throat while he nuzzled her. She was his precious mate…
He snarled when he saw Helen enter. The woman scoffed at him in disgust.
“Ugh. James and I are tired of waiting. You have been here over a month! We want you gone beast. We’ll do it ourselves.”
“So you’re cancelling the contract?” He hummed while he continued to tenderly kiss (your name)‘a palms. “Are you sure? Did you read the fine print?”
“Yes. We don’t need your kind here, true love will prevail-“ Helen didn’t even have time to scream before a giant black wolf hybrid had dug it’s fangs into her throat and ripped it apart like wrapping paper. Blood splattered all over the floor and walls as Helen could only helplessly choke on her own blood.
“Yes… true love will prevail.” He muttered with a a satisfied hum. “My mate will be so happy.”
Meanwhile, James fled into the forest for dear life. That beast had gotten Helen! The two of them couldn’t believe the werewolf would turn on him.
James loudly leapt when he heard something large chase him through the underbrush on all fours. He could hear his heartbeat in his ears and feel his sweat pool down his back in puddles. He needed to get to the church! A demon such as the bounty hunter couldn’t possibly enter there-
But James was knocked to the ground as an agonized shriek fell from his lips. The werewolf began to shake and mangle his leg like the bloodthirsty beast it was…
“Let me go! Let me go! I didn’t do anything-“
Rolfe chuckled darkly. The black werewolf dropped his legs and glanced his beastly head at James. “Oh but she never did anything either… all she did was foolishly love you.”
“W-what do you mean? Are you talking about-“ James’s words were muffled by the paw like hand that covered his mouth. Rolfe shushed him.
“Shhh. You may have failed to pay me and cancel my contract but I had gotten something far more valuable from this transaction. Something most werewolves dream to find in their lifetimes… a fated mate!” Rolfe sighed dreamily. “You may have failed as a protector and provider, but I surely won’t! You have given me something more valuable than any coin could offer… yet you were neglectful to her. Such a shame really.”
“I… I’ll do anything! Just take her and let me live.”
“Ah but I can’t do that. Not when she still calls for you at night. No… you have to be eliminated. Destroyed, really. You can no longer exist on the same planet as her! You are in the way of my love!”
Loud screams of terror ringed out throughout the crisp night air and then it was silence.
Rolfe returned hours later scrubbed clean of blood while he crawled into the bed with his darling mate. He sighed in contentment when she cuddled him. Yes… it may take time to train her properly, but he was sure he could do it. He could make her love him. Just like he loved her.
A/N: I know most of the hype for kpop demon hunters has died down, but i'm still obsessed with these boys, so if anyone is still hanging on in the fandom, this is for you!
Jinu is the most empathetic towards you of the yandere saja boys; he understands how overwhelming his feelings are for you, and he understands you're scared. He understands how you must feel, but he’s also convinced you’ll forgive him once you see he’s perfect for you, and he IS perfect for you. He’s had his eye on you for longer than you could possibly know, and he’s seen every side of you. So he knows without a shadow of doubt that you’re his dream, you’re perfect for him, and he’ll be all that you need. He knows you’re scared right now, but he's not so bad, and he's certain you'll come around. He knows you'll see a better side of him if you just give him a chance, and you WILL give him a chance, and then you'll be happy together.
Baby is a mean yandere; one who adores you but hates that he does, who can't believe he's fallen for someone like you. You disgust him- your laugh, your smile, your eyes. He can't stand how it makes him feel. He wants to make you cry just so his heart will stop pounding the way it does when you smile. And when you smile at someone else? He hates it. He wants- NEEDS- to occupy all of your time, keeping your eyes on him and him alone. Baby is a yandere who needs your attention, whether it be good or bad, he just needs you to look at him. Some part of him wants to be nice to you, to see your smile at him- to see the way your whole face lights up at the sight of him. But it’s too vulnerable to be nice to you, so he bites out witty remarks and ignores you most of the time, glancing back at you only to make sure you care.
Romance is a delusional yandere; the kind who believes that you’re happy together- no matter how much you insist you're not, no matter how afraid you are, he believes he can comfort you. Nevermind that he’s the thing you’re afraid of. He’s your fairytale prince, or so he thinks. He treats you like a delicate princess, treating you like your made of glass and taking all of your freedoms from you in favor of doing everything for you. A precious thing like you should never have to work for anything, you should never have to do anything for yourself when he’s there. And he’s always there, never allowing you a second of peace, because he only really feels happy when he’s with you- you, the love of his life. You, the only thing that matters. You, his darling.
Abby is an overprotective yandere; the kind who wants to protect you from everything. And to him, everything is a threat to your safety and happiness. He knows how cruel and cold the world can be, he knows how unforgiving others can be, he knows that there are demons lurking and that you are far too sweet to protect yourself from all the evil out there. So just stay with him, and you’ll be safe. He knows that every man out there wants to take you away from him, so don’t look at anyone but him, ok? He keeps a hand on you at all times, NEEDING to show everyone you belong to him. And surely you don’t mind. Afterall, he just needs to show you he can- and will- protect you. There’s nothing to be scared of with him around, so don’t look so scared. You’ll never be alone, because Abby is there, and he’ll never leave you.
Mystery is a quiet yandere; one who needs nothing other than to be near you. Even if you talk to others, even if you hardly look at him, it’s enough to be near you. It’s enough to see you smile, to hear you talk. But the second you acknowledge him, he feels like he’s alive for the first time. Every nerve is alight and all he can think of is you. With mystery, he’s not overbearing, in fact, he’s almost a ghost. He follows you everywhere, quietly watching you behind his bangs. And he does watch you- you can feel his eyes on you every second. It’s unsettling, but surely it’s just in your head. Afterall, why would he be obsessed with you? But to Mystery, the better question is why wouldn't he be.
The yanderes each want to be as close to their darling as they can be, eager to show you how much they love you, desperate to experience even an ounce of your love, even if they have to force it. It’s innocent- or, as innocent as it can be when they’re so thoroughly obsessed with you- they really mean no harm. They just love you so so much, you’re everything to them, and they need to show you that.
Rumi is nervous of you; it’s a combination of her own insecurity in herself and the desperation she feels to earn your love and affection. Because of this, compared to any of the other yanderes, she’s afraid to force things with you. What if she rushes things and ruins them? What if you find out how obsessed she is with you and you turn away from her? The best she can manage is to slide her hand over to yours and lock her little finger with yours, glancing at your face to see how you respond.
Zoey- kisses on the cheek
Zoey can hardly contain the love she feels for you, sometimes it’s hard for her to remember that she might be taking things a little bit fast. She really hopes that she’s not over-eager, but how can she resist when you’re so cute, when you’re everything she’s ever wanted. So everyday when she sees you she can't help but run up to you as fast as she can, throwing her arms around you and showing your face with kisses. Surely you don’t mind, right? She just loves you so much.
Mira- an arm around your waist
Mira is a little more unstated with her affections, a little nervous to be vulnerable with you, wanting to appear calm and confident and strong. An arm wrapped protectively around your waist is exactly what she needs- a way to be touching you at all times without appearing vulnerable. It’s a small gesture, one that is much more subtle than kissing your face or holding your hand, but she’s always assured that you’re safe and near when she’d got her arm around you, holding you close to her.
Jinu- holding hands
Jinu is one of the least forceful with his affections, both wanting to respect you, and also wanting you to truly fall in love with him of your own accord. Love is a game of patience, and he wouldn't risk you by rushing things. But once he’s sure you’ve warmed up to him just enough, he takes your hand when you’re walking by his side. If you pull away, he’ll be silently devastated, and will quietly wait for his next opportunity when maybe you’ll be more open to the idea. If not, he wants to hold your hand more and more after, and will take any opportunity to do so.
Abby- any sort of playful teasing
Abby loves to tease you, in any way he can. Whether it be picking you up while you struggle to squirm out of his grasp, or holding something over your head so you have to beg and plead to get it back- the price of which is often a kiss- or even just messing with your clothes or your hair. Any excuse to touch you is a good enough excuse, and he’ll take any opportunity. For him, he likes to be more playful than outright affectionate, especially if he can’t be sure his feelings for you are returned. Plus, you look so cute when you’re a little bit upset, but more importantly, you look so cute when you’re only focussed on him, and he’d do anything to keep your eyes on him and him alone.
Romance- kissing the corner of your jaw or the curve of your shoulder
Romance is very upfront about forcing his affection on you. From the moment he met you he knew you belonged to him, and he just had to show you. So from the moment he meets you, he’s doing his best to impress you, to make your heartbeat flutter in your chest, to make your cheeks light up in that pretty blush he loves to see. He builds up his advances with time, from a kiss to the top of your hand, to a kiss on the inside of your wrist, to a kiss on the cheek, to any other measure of affection he might be able to get away with. But his favorite is to kiss the corner of your jaw, or the curve of your shoulder. And if he’s alone with you, he loves to kiss a path from your jaw to shoulder, and then pull back to see the expression you wear.
Mystery- kissing your hands/knuckles
Mystery is upfront with his affections for you, but only because he can’t hide them anymore. His feelings for you eat him up from the inside, and he needs an outlet for his affections, even if they’re forced. So he’ll often grab your hand in his and bring your hand to his lips, kissing the back of your hand so softly. He’s a bit nervous of you, his darling, so he doesn't often force anything too over the top, only for fear of you rejecting his advances. If he can, he’d like to allow himself this outlet without crossing too many of your boundaries, and without forcing you to reject his touch. It’s just a small kiss, not even to your lips- won’t you allow him just this one thing?
Baby- pulling you into his lap
Baby is upfront with his affections for you, though he’s a bit moody about how affectionate he wants to be, one thing he always loves is for you to be in his lap. He likes letting everyone know you belong to him, whether you want to or not. And he likes feeling close to you without having to be vulnerable himself. So what better way than to trap you in his lap and hold you there, enjoying the warmth of your body against his, not minding how you try to struggle away from him or how you beg him to let you go. You’re too cute for your own good, and now that you’ve caught his eye, you’ll have to tolerate him wanting to hold you and touch you all the time.
Forgive me that this feels rushed. Im having a very busy week thanks to yesterday and today, so at least take this with the grain of salt.
♡The Saja Boys are such a pain in the ass to deal with.
♡Why? Well it's because they're literally demons! And how do you know that? It's because you're a demon hunter like Rumi, Mira, and Zoey, and the whole point of the job is to kill demons.
♡What's worse now is that they intentionally humiliated you and your pals when yall were gonna sneak attack them during a show the boys were in. Then they had brought water demons to the man's room of a bathhouse. It was both humiliating and painful.
♡However, what's strange is that they seemed to be... into you. That doesn't make sense at all. Their only goal is to get more souls fed to Gwi-ma by acting like the perfect boyband group. Even if you admit that they're pretty hot, that won't stop you from trying to kill them.
♡But I digress, in a short amount of time, the men are already famous on social media. And that never fails to piss you off like Mira. They're flirting towards you also adds fuel to your flaming fire.
♡One thing that makes you uncomfortable the most is how close they are whenever Huntrix and the Saja boys are together for whatever reason. It's as if they don't understand
the concept of personal space. Of course, you always demand them to back off already, but they don't. It's like they didn't hear you and kept on flirting with you as if you're a mute who has no say in the matter.
♡It's no surprise that Romance is the one who flirts with you the most. He is called Romance for an obvious reason. Yout at least thankful he doesn't show off his abs, unlike a certain Abby dude who indeed does exactly that.
♡Abby is called Abby for a reason. And that's from a stupid pun for his own abs. You often get embarrassed when you realize that you were crying out popcorn just seeing the muscles alone. And you hate how smug he is when seeing you blushing like crazy.
♡Mystery is… a mystery we'll say. He's the one who gets on your nerves the least. What still bothers you however, is how his way of speaking in a mysterious, soft, and subtle voice always annoys you. You often wish to speak up to tell him to quit the acting and reveal himself.
♡Baby is the one who gives you visible confusion. Like why is the demon acting like a baby? But besides that question, his goo goo gagas will never stop pissing you off. What's strange to you is how observant he is whenever the two bands have meet and greets with the fans, you'd feel weirded out seeing him stare at you while drinking from a bottle. It's weird.
♡Then finally there's Jinu, aka the leader. He's the one who speaks up the most out of the boys, and he is the one who makes you livid the most, his teasing does not help the case either. What creeps you out the most of all this, is that Jinu would look like he's plotting something relating to you. It's not about trying to eliminate you, but rather… take you with them?
♡Nowadays, you're more anxious and self conscious. You couldn't even keep up with your typical attitude from potential anxiety. Hopefully, when the day comes, you and your friends will kill them off so everyone including you guys can have peace again… Especially get rid of your self conscious anxiety.
