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Cracks [work in progress] / regulus black x original muggle character / enemies-to lovers
Flora, the muggle half-sister of protective older brother Remus Lupin, is hidden away during the First Wizarding War for fear of werewolf attacks. It seems things cannot possibly get worse until Regulus Black, who has deviated from the fold of Death Eaters, also needs somewhere to hide.
Forced together by circumstance, their relationship is rocky from the start, but Flora won't be daunted by Regulus' arrogance and unpleasant airs. As they both slowly overcome their dislike of one another, mutual respect and understanding begin to grow, and their feelings start to shift from mere affection to something deeper and more profound.
An event where you are a woman in the 50s trying to turn the head of your neighbor, Francis Mosses when you are stalked and pursued by his evil counterpart.
Art by ilameys
Zettai Zetsumei • Co shu Nie
series masterlist
⚠️: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT ♥ Graphic sex • Dubcon/Noncon • Violence & Blood • Body Horror • Obsessive Possession • Marking • Threats of Murder • Emotional Manipulation • Cheating • Mind/Body Betrayal
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The mark doesn’t fade, even after it’s healed. The pain is gone, but there’s an occasional throb that is hard to ignore. The skin is red and swollen, with your veins corrupted, pitch black, spidering from your collarbone to your shoulder. But something else happens.
Something new.
You’ve tried ignoring it a few times now, but today, it’s gotten worse. The pulsating. It radiates downwards: through your collarbone, between your breasts, pooling hot and heavy in your womb. Your nipples harden without being touched. Your thighs grow warm and slick before you realize you’re getting wet. Your clit swells, so squishy and hypersensitive, brushing against your cotton panties like they’re being stroked by invisible fingers.
You lock yourself away. You haven’t left your house in days. You go into the bathroom and splash cold water on your face, but the mark doesn’t care. It just wants.
Mate. Breed. Now.
Franz is in the kitchen, making tea (one of the things you’d taught him to do to appear more human). You climb out of bed, padding through the house barefoot until you find him. Your plush robe is half-open, hair slightly tousled from fresh bed-head. Your pupils are blown wide, breathing shallow.
The mark glows faintly under your skin, veins pulsing brighter as you set eyes on him.
Franz turns at the sound of your footsteps, his expression unreadable. He expects you to yell at him, say something cruel about running you, but…
You close the distance and, determined, you pull him down to your level by the sides of his shirt. He drops down to one knee, eye-level and ready to listen, to serve.
You kiss him.
Not sweetly. Teeth clacking, tongue demanding, full lips bruising against his. Your hands fumble at his belt.
“Inside,” you gasp against his mouth. “Now. Please. NOW!”
His hands clamp around your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter and dropping you with a force that makes your breasts bounce.
He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t hesitate. He just smirks, opening your robe to reveal your short nightgown. He lifts the fabric over your thighs and yanks your panties aside with a soft rip.
You’re soaked. Dripping, almost.
He inspects your folds with his large index finger, the light sensation making your stomach burn with delight. The touch is feather-like.
“What’s wrong with you?” he asks, voice flat, though the corner of his mouth twitches.
“I-I don’t know, but I just need you, please!” You beg, moving your hips to meet the gentle movement of his finger.
Ever so slowly, he crowds you, leaning forward so much he might as well be on the bed with you. His large form overtakes you before he kisses you. Closed mouth. Lips only.
But you want more. The mark pulsates even more, and it feels like you’re burning from the inside out.
You bite his lips, drawing blood and making him open his mouth, where you force your tongue inside. He stills for a moment, taken aback by your forwardness, then resumes. Maybe he likes it when a tiny woman does something like that to him?
His tongue — too long, too dexterous — slides against yours and quickly takes control
Two large fingers enter you; they curl and shift as if they have a mind of their own. You moan, closing your legs around his hand, but the other quickly forces them back open. The two of you part, a bead of blood from the lip you just ruined. His head drops to your neck, kissing the side of your throat so tenderly that it makes tears form in your eyes.
Then he starts to suck, so hard that little red marks bloom where his mouth is quick, then they turn a dark purple-black, stark against your skin tone.
“…Franz, please,” You beg, “just fuck me now.”
A sweet plea, but the tone is much more demanding than he expects. His smirk drops, but his pupils are blown too.
“Why should I have to listen to you?”
“Wh-What?”
“Earlier, you couldn’t stop talking about how I ruined you. And now you’re begging for me to fuck you,” he mutters against your throat.
You freeze. “…I don’t choose it.”
“I know. It’s instinct now.”
His fingers fuck you painfully slowly.
You whimper at the pace, “Please!”
He flinches, just slightly, perking up at your voice. “…So cute…”
“I never thought I would be able to control your body as you do mine.” He says, resuming his pace one more, coating his fingers in your juices to periodically remove and consume the fluid he earns from you.
Almost excited, he frees his cock from his trousers. Hulking. Massive. Painful. But it doesn’t make you want it any less. It feels essential.
He lines himself with you, the tip alone splitting your wet lips open. He can’t push it in with ease. You’re simply too small. So, he rocks his hips in small increments. Slowly allowing your human body to adjust to his size as he gradually fills you.
You whimper, but he quickly covers your mouth with his, absorbing the moans as they leave.
He pulls away briefly. “It’s okay.”
Then–
You cry out. All of his length is slammed into you with a singular, deep thrust. He’s buried to the root, evident by your new belly bulging with his shape. You hold his shoulders for support, but nothing seems to help the fresh pain. Your nails dig red crescents into his skin.
Only a moment passes before he snaps.
He fucks you like the monster he is.
Fast. Relentless. His hips slam into yours with bruising force. The tea cups on the counter clatter under you. You clench around him helplessly, milking him, pulling him deeper, your moans turn into broken cries.
The pain fades, and pleasure replaces it. Your head falls back, and you suddenly feel less like you’re burning. Coolness washes over you, the mark’s fiery sensation the only thing left.
But with every thrust, the veins surrounding the mark would glow faintly under your skin like molten ink.
And the way he ruts into you…
He sounds like an animal with his heavy breathing. Your stomach roils with ecstasy. And you come first.
The sensation is sudden, violent, and you scream his name, walls fluttering and spasming around him, sending him into a frenzy. His pace quickens into something that isn’t human. Then he buries himself deep and floods you, thick, hot pulses that overflow, immediately dripping before he can pull out.
The two of you stay locked together.
You’re panting, but he’s not. He looks like he could do it again if you let him.
Your cheeks are stained with tears.
Franz leans down, licking them with his wet tongue, and then presses his forehead to yours.
“You needed me,” he whispers. The words sound relieved, almost reverent. Like hearing you beg for him fuels his very existence.
The mark quiets for now.
You don’t reply to him. Instead, you hold him close, burying your face in his neck as the aftershocks roll through.
Who knows when you’ll get like this again?
Maybe tomorrow. Next week.
“Franz, what happened to me?” You ask softly. “Why does the bite mark you left hurt me like that? And why does it go away when we…. When you…”
He watches you carefully. “It makes us closer. It draws you to me the same way I’m drawn to you.”
Franz’s pupils are still blown wide as he gazes at you, like you’re the most interesting thing in the world. You just blink at him.
“Wh-what?!” You try to move, but you’re trapped by his weight. “I thought the mark was supposed to protect me from other monsters!”
“It does.”
“But you just said it makes me… like this!”
“It does that too. What’s wrong with that?”
You fight and squirm. “Get off of me!”
He frowns, pulling out and leaving a gaping wet hole where his cock was. He gets off.
You jump down from the counter, body aching from how hard you were tensed up. The moment you set foot onto the floor, your knees buckle. You can’t feel your legs. Franz moves to stop you from falling.
“I can’t believe this…” You whisper, then you look at him, “When will this go away?!”
“…I don’t know.”
“S-So, I’m just going to be like this forever…? How will Francis want me if I’m like his for you?”
Franz doesn’t answer right away. He just breathes, slow and careful.
You pull away from him, standing on your own but barely. Your innards ache from the activity, and it serves as a reminder of your promiscuity.
“I was supposed to be… perfect. Quiet… Pretty… Polite.” You look at him, then you look away, like you can’t stand the sight of him. “I smiled right. I practiced in the mirror every morning. I spent so much time picking outfits that I knew would make his head turn. I never showed my anger or displeasure. I learned to cook. Clean. How to be a perfect wife.”
You swallow, and the entire situation dawns on you. “Maybe I’d feel loved or wanted by him… But now?” You ball your hands into a fist, “I belong to something that isn’t even human. You ruined everything.”
Franz stills again, afraid to move. Even the rising and falling of this chest stopped, once again reminding you that he is just a monster imitating an attractive man. He just listens to you. His face is blank, and for a split second, it's as if your words go through him. But you don’t stop. You can’t.
“Francis will never want this,” You gesture to yourself on the side of the mark. “No one will. I’m tainted. Like… damaged goods.”
You squeeze your eyes shut. “And it’s all your fault!”
Franz finally moves. One slow step towards you.
“Don’t,” You move back. “Don’t come closer.”
You almost cry, but you blink it away. “I… I don’t want your ‘comfort.’ No matter what, it doesn’t fix any of what’s already happened. I want—” Your voice breaks. “I want to feel like me again.”
Franz’s throat works. When he speaks, his voice is so low you almost can’t hear it.
“I didn’t know.”
You laugh. Sharp, bitter, and fake. It cuts through the silence like a blade in the dark.
“You didn’t know? The monster that spent years watching me and knew how to imitate the man I smiled at for years?”
“I thought that you’d love me more if… I became a better him. And the mark wouldn’t matter, it would just be proof that you’re mine.”
You shake your head in disbelief. “Proof of what? That you can ruin me—”
“I didn’t want to ruin you,” he whispers. “I just… wanted to keep you.”
“L-Leave me alone. I hate you!” You scream, louder than you mean to. The neighbors on the other side of the wall surely heard.
His frown deepens. “I know, but your body doesn’t.”
“Get out of my room, Franz. Get out of my house!”
You shove at his chest. He watches you pad away from him back to your room.
Silence stretches once you're alone. Your room, once a place of feminine solitude and recharge, feels bleak. You feel… cold.
You cry. Just a little. The reality was scary, but it’s not entirely terrible either. A part of you genuinely wants Franz. But you know what that means. You know what he is. And now you’re stuck. You could call the D.D.D. to solve it, but… it sounds immoral. He looks so much like a man, even if it's uncanny at times. It would be like killing a person.
You open your door just a crack.
You see him. Sitting on your too-small couch next to your too-small coffee table. He makes everything look too small.
You retreat inside. The door opens again, just a sliver. Enough for the sun-filled living room to cast a thin golden strip on your face.
He’s seated, elbows on knees, head bowed, hands clasped between them so tightly his knuckles are pale. His long legs are stretched out in front of him. He never planned on actually leaving, it seems.
When your voice cuts through the quiet— “Why are you still here?” — It’s soft. Not angry. Just tired. Hollow. Wondering.
His head lifts slowly, and his eyes find yours through the crack instantly. Dark. Inhumanly steady, aching in a way that makes the room cold. He remains where he is, just looking at you.
“Because I can’t leave you,” he says.
Simple. Quiet. Just fact.
“Why?” you question, your chest hollows with anger, but your voice remains calm for a time. “No one will want me now. Not Francis, not—”
“Good.”
The word lands like a slap.
Your breath catches, and your fingers tighten around the door’s edges.
He continues in a lower voice than before, more gravelly and edged with possession.
“He shouldn’t want you. No man should. I saw how other men would look at you on the street. How disgustingly excited they’d get when you’d look in their direction, and I know the things they’d think about doing to you if they got you alone.” He rises from the couch, and you instinctively close the door a bit more to hide. “So when you say someone won’t, it means that no one else can have you. Hurt you.”
You can’t stop yourself from speaking.
“Are you not hurting me?”
“Th-that’s different,” He’s outside the door now, his voice coming through the crack of the door. There’s resistance on the knob. He’s holding it. “…I’m giving pieces of myself to you. L-Like the mark—to protect you, it hurts, but it keeps away bad people.”
“But it controls me! I want you even when I don’t. And the pain is unbearable. I never asked for any of this. I never asked you to protect me. I… I don’t even really know what you are.”
Silence crashes again. He doesn’t move, but you can feel his presence on the other side of the door. He stands there—too tall, too broad…
Your lips move. “You may be a monster, but you’re just as selfish as the men you claim to be disgusted by.”
You slam the door, the lock clicks—small, defiant. It’s not much of a barrier, but it’s yours. The linen pools onto the floor as you wrap your arms around yourself.
Hot tears spill from your eyes, a coalescence of anger and sorrow. You let them fall, and you remain there, breathing too fast, staring at a single corner of the room.
The mark glows, but it doesn’t burn.
Wood groans, and you jump. The door begins to crack and pull. You back away from it as you see his fingers curl around the edge, knuckles whitening, and with the barest flex of his arm, the entire door comes free from the hinges. You flinch at the splintering screech of nails and screws as they clatter every which way.
Franz steps inside, the door in his grip like a broken shield. He sets it aside, gently, casting a long shadow that swallows you. He steps across the threshold, and you can’t tell if he’s angry.
Before you can shove, slap him, or scream, his hands find you. One cups the side of your face, brushing the tears away, while the other slides to your waist, pulling you against him until your feet leave the floor.
He kisses you. You don’t kiss back, but it doesn’t matter. He pulls away to rub his cheek against yours. It feels like he’s smothering you, but the mark stops glowing.
“Wh-What are you doing, Franz?”
He doesn’t answer right away. He just keeps rubbing his cheek slowly against yours, like he’s trying… to memorize your scent or leave his own behind. His breath and body are warm, but you can feel how tightly wound he is; his touch isn’t dominating, yet you feel him tremble with the effort of holding back.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says at last. “I’m sorry.”
But he doesn’t get very far before he tenses up, then begins to tremble. His large hands remove from you, and his eyes become shadowed by his hair.
“…F-Franz?”
“I… have to eat.”
That’s right.
“I brought raw meat from the butcher—” You step forward, but he steps back.
He shakes his head. “I can’t eat animals.”
You swallow hard. He doesn’t look at you.
“Okay,” you say, “So, you’re just going to… eat someone?”
He doesn’t reply and exits the room.
“Wait, Franz!” You trail after him, but he’s too quick.
“Don’t open the door for anyone. Not until I’m back.” He says.
You barely make it out the door before he’s disappeared. Both ends of the hallway are clear, but you hear a strange rattling coming from above and see a dark shade escape into a vent.
“Was that Franz?”
You stand there, robe hanging open, legs still weak, and the mark on your neck faintly pulsing. It’s not completely gone.
You begin to treat inside, then you hear someone.
“Miss (y/n)?”
Francis’ tired, quiet voice filters through the empty hallway. Your heart stutters.
You whip around to see him, but he looks… different. Less like himself and more like Franz. Your cunt perks you up with a singular throb. Your cheeks warm, and so does the mark.
“F-Francis… I need you.”
“What’s wrong?” He asks. “Are you sick, you don’t look—” His eyes trail downwards, your open robe makes your breasts exposed, skin glistening and flushed.
As you reach him, you stumble into his chest, and he secures his arms around you.
“(y/n), are you sick? You’re burning up.”
One of his hands moves to your forehead. The temperature of your body keeps rising.
Francis doesn’t ask too many questions.
He just tightens his arms around you, one hand steady on your back, the other supporting your legs as he carries you down the hallway like you weigh nothing. Your robe is still hanging open, but he doesn’t comment on it. He just keeps his eyes forward, jaw tight, breathing a little heavier than usual.
“Almost there,” he murmurs. “Just hold on.”
His apartment is only a few doors down — 208. He fumbles with the key one-handed, shoulder bracing you against the wall until the lock clicks. The door swings open into a small, tidy space that smells faintly of coffee and old paper.
He carries you straight to the couch and lowers you onto it carefully, like you might break. Your robe slips further off one shoulder, but he averts his eyes and pulls a thin blanket from the back of the couch to drape over you.
He presses the back of his hand to your forehead, then your cheek. “I’ll get some water. Maybe a cold cloth. Just… stay right here, okay?”
It hits like a wave this time — no slow build, just sudden, overwhelming need. Your thighs press together on their own. Slick gathers fast, soaking through what little fabric is left between your legs. Your nipples tighten painfully against the nightgown. The ache in your core turns sharp and hollow, demanding to be filled. The dark veins on your neck pulse visibly, warm under your skin.
Francis comes back with a glass of water and a damp cloth. He kneels in front of the couch, gentle as ever, and presses the cool cloth to your forehead.
“Here. This should help—”
You don’t let him finish.
Your hand shoots out and grabs the front of his shirt. With a strength you shouldn’t have, you yank him forward. He stumbles, catching himself with one hand on the couch beside your hip.
“(y/n)—?”
You surge up, straddling his lap before he can pull away.
Your robe falls completely open. Your nightgown rides up your thighs as you settle over him, knees bracketing his hips. Your hands push against his shoulders, pinning him back against the couch.
Francis’s eyes widen, breath catching.
You kiss him hard — desperate, messy, all teeth and need. Your hips roll down against the growing bulge in his trousers, grinding with shameless urgency. A broken little sound escapes your throat when you feel him twitch under you.
Francis groans softly into your mouth, hands hovering at your waist like he doesn’t know whether to push you away or pull you closer.
“(y/n),” he breathes when you finally let him pull back an inch. His voice is rough, confused, but there’s heat in it now. “You have to stop.
You shake your head, tears pricking your eyes even as you grind down again, chasing the friction your body is screaming for.“I need you,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Please… I can’t stop it.”
Francis’s hands finally settle on your hips — not pushing you off, but holding you there. His fingers dig in just a little, like he’s fighting the same losing battle.
He looks up at you, tired eyes dark with something new.
“…Okay,” he says quietly. “Okay.”
Francis’s apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and your uneven breathing.
You’re still straddling his lap, robe fallen open, his hands resting heavy on your hips. Neither of you moves to separate.
The mark on your neck pulses once — slow, satisfied, but not for long.
You close your eyes.
This is what it does now.
It doesn’t just mark you.
It rewrites you.
One moment, you’re screaming that Franz ruined everything. Next, you’re clawing at the nearest warm body because your own skin burns without it.
You hate it.
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Summary: How do they act when jealous?
[Damn, 3 posts in one day? Wow. Popped this out in like 20 mins.]
Characters: Katara, Sokka, Aang, Suki, Azula and Zuko
Katara
She doesn't take jealousy well
She'll pretend she's not jealous and bury these feelings
But they'll end up bubbling inside her and it'll come up in a fit of rage
When your back is turned, she'll attack the person that was flirting with you
You'll be none the wiser to what she did
She'll smile at you and you'll probably be confused
The person won't even see Katara coming or even know what she did
She watches in fury though, while the person hits on you
It definitely irritates her more that you don't realize they're flirting with you
Sokka
He's like his sister, by burying his feelings deep inside
He'll probably know his feelings are bad, but he loves you and it feels so right
He might challenge them to a fight, just out of nowhere
You'll be confused, but the person won't take Sokka seriously
Sokka would make an absolute fool of himself, as long as it meant he had your attention back
He needs your confirmation that you still love him
He'd take your pity over your distaste any day
Aang
He's the most passive about his jealousy
He's very extroverted and will join the conversation, turning the vibe off [at least hopefully]
If they don't, he will get a little angry
He'll control the conversation and the flirter can't do anything about it, because Aang is so likeable
He makes sure the hint is thrown out there, that they need to leave you alone
If they don't? Well, let's just say their house blew down, so now they don't have time to hit on you
You'll feel bad, but Aang will come up with an excuse on why you and the gang need to leave
Suki
Ugh, she gets so huffy
She is very forward though and will enter the conversation
If the person tries to push her out, she will get aggressive
She's very straightforward and will confront them, even if you're there
You think they're just being friendly and the flirter will use that to their advantage
"You're just being paranoid, I was just telling them about the town"
Suki will glare, knowing it's bull, but she quickly realized she was cornered
She awkwardly smiled and turn towards you, "The gang needs our help, we should go now"
You won't think about it much and wave goodbye to the flirter
As you both walk away, Suki will turn around, smirking while waving bye to the person
Azula
Oh, you screwed up bad
When she gets jealous, she gets violent [Though she gets violent a lot]
But, she doesn't know how to healthily express her emotions, or really just express them at all, so she acts out
She hates this feeling because she's used to be confident and adored
She hates when you even waste a second of your time on someone that isn't her
She deserves all your attention, why are you wasting a second on them?
She's mad at them for talking to you, but she's also mad at you for encouraging them
You'll have to calm her down, or she's killing everyone
Her fits of rage cause a lot of casualties
She then blames you for everyone that got hurt
"Well, if you hadn't been flirting with them, this never would of happened"
Zuko
Him and sister have anger in common
He wants to burn them into the ground
Make them suffer for making him watch
He's very annoyed, but doesn't know how to express his jealousy
He won't act out like a child, but he was glare and fire emits from his fist
Anyone can tell he's angry
He'll walk up to you both and glare at the person, before wrapping an arm around you and forcing a smile
"What are you guys talking about?"
You weren't really into the conversation, so you'll say nothing, but Zuko takes it as you not wanting him to know
Did you hate him? Wait, were you talking about him? Why won't you tell him?
God the anxiety eats him alive
He then begins regretting approaching you both. But you just grab him, before pretending to hear your name and pull Zuko along, saying something like "I think I heard Sokka call us. Let's go"
He'll apologize, but you'll laugh, and lightly punch his shoulder, "I didn't want to talk to them. They were so cocky. I'm so glad you saved me. My hero"
You kiss his cheek and he blushes a dark red and you'll continue to walk as he freezes
Hello. If you are taking requests, can you write to yandere husbands Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Percival Graves, Severus Snape?
hi anon! thank you for the request, i hope you like it
i won't write great about the fantastic beasts characters because it's been a long time since i've seen it but i tried my best, i hope you enjoy! :)
Gellert Grindelwald
i feel like this man is possessive as hell
more of an isolating and protective yandere
he doesn't want anyone pressing a finger to any hair on your pretty little head
above all else he is driven and charismatic so after his obsession develops, he will immediately sneak in there and manipulate you
but he also wants you to depend on him, that way you will never leave
he wants to make you his whether or not you know it
he fills and indoctrinates you into think all muggles and wizards supporting them want to hurt you, that he's only trying to protect you because you're so special
he almost wants to curse you for gripping his heart so tightly, for controlling him without even knowing it
he has few qualms about killing in front of you but he'll try not to, just not very hard
when it comes to the wedding, he might try and convince you by inventing a false prophecy that if you don't he'll die
you wouldn't want to hurt him so, will you?
he doesn't like physically telling you how much he loves you, instead he'll say things like "We belong together." or "You're very special to me."
he does make an effort to keep you protected and feeling secure
and he doesn't like other people talking to you too much
if you also had a deep connection with Dumbledore then Grindelwald would make sure to server that tie, whispering lies about him wanting to betray or hurt you
as far as kids go I think he would them to keep his lock on you and to further his line but I'm not sure how deeply he would care for them
if any of them favoured your features however I think he would grow especially fond of those children in particular and teach their sibling to hold them in higher esteem
i think he would grow quite clingy over you, always keeping you on his arm when it's safe
Albus Dumbledore
this man already has a mischievous spirit and high charismatic presence so i feel like he could get you to trust him easily enough
after that he puts in all the works, fixating on you being in his life and drawing away for just long enough to keep you longing and missing him
he wants you to want him too, unlike some of the other yanderes who don't care so much about making your relationship real, he needs it
he would give you gifts in forms of sweets particularly so you associate them with him
he will insert himself into the most intimate parts of your life so you can't escape him
he doesn't want another lover to let him down like Gellert did so he manipulates what you can and can't do whether that be your friend suddenly avoiding you or you start feeling mysteriously ill out of nowhere
as a husband he is attentive and will likely bring you to live at hogwarts by his side, never leaving his sight
he doesn't lock you away though, he doesn't need to when he has you safely among the school
how much trouble can you get up to under his watchful eye?
he gets a certain thrill when there is danger about and you crawl into his protective hold
if you start teaching he will encourage it in fact, liking the way you integrate your lives together
as far as children goes he doesn't really want them, your always surrounded by them and watching grow, if you really want one then he won't mind you giving some extra support to some of the kids or being particularly parental but other than that he's not fussed
he is a regretful man and so i think he also makes a point to make sure none of those regrets include you even if his antics get quite obsessive, giving you flowers almost everyday and smothering you with affection as soon as he wakes up even if you're still asleep
if you ever died he would want to go with you and enjoy "the next great adventure" by your side
he doesn't intend to live without you
Aberforth Dumbledore,
in his school years that instead of negotiating, he preferred to settle things by duelling and combat
therefore i imagine he would approach this in a similar way
unlike his brother, he does not dedicate himself to winning your affection or charming you, he may very well attempt at developing a love potion or just take you away
he was not above using underhanded tactics against his foes and you would see this in how he interacts with you, for example he might use polyjuice potion to gain your trust in someone you are close with's body
he doesn't care how he gets you, just that he does get you
i think he could very well be a punishing yandere if you do not give in to him
as for the wedding i think he would want a small ceremony if any at all
potentially could use influencing spells such as the imperius curse if he won't get caught
i could see him wanting you to have a daughter with him so he could name her Ariana to honour his sister
whether or not you are a wizard/witch yourself, he is far more powerful than any other and he knows it
legilimency is frequent in your relationship, he doesn't see much point in asking you something if he can just know it already and the more he finds out the harder he falls, your thoughts infiltrating his brain is what fed his attraction to you in the first place
he will hold a grudge if you try to escape and will make the effort to make sure you watch while tied up as he blocks off every possible exit you could make
eventually his trust will be earned back but it might take a year or longer
Percival Graves
this one was a bit trickier because out of everyone i know the least about him but i think he would be a calculative yandere...precise
he is ambitious and serious
he does care about what you want and is willing to develop a romantic or platonic arrangement but he will always see you as his
if you're not married to him then you won't be married to anyone at all
he will trick people carrying romantic interest to you with rumours and lies about you until you come crying to him, he likes to comfort you and will do whatever it takes to feel your warm body in his arms
he will consistently take you to work events and slowly make you dependent and close with people connected to him and only him
he doesn't mind how long it takes until you get to the point where you accept his advances, he can wait
all because he knows it's necessary and once you are together then he will never have to work so diligently for it ever again
the wedding will seep of extravagance and he will keep the ceremony intimate
this is for you and him, no one else
he doesn't particularly care if people try and convince you to leave him, he dispels any of your worries by telling you they are poisoning your mind
he knows them better than you do, he assures, listen to him and no one else
he won't be a very bloody yandere i don't think
he's got too much at stake and he knows that if you ever found out about it then everything would be over
i don't know whether or not he would care for children, i think he would prefer to keep a small family
Severus Snape
this man has already lost one woman he believed himself to be in love with, he doesn't want to lose another one
and if anyone takes away the person he is infatuated with then there will be hell to pay
he has the dark lord on his side now but he is also a skilled potions master, if someone gets to close to you he can easily slip an extra helping into their cup or food of something less...appetising
enough to maim them seriously, maybe in an indistinguishable way
he will only resort to murder as a last stitch attempt
he can't lose you, he refuses to
he won't propose, he knows he won't accept no as an answer anyway and will force an agreement, perhaps threatening those you care about so he can keep you
as far as archetypes go i think he would be on the eliminating side of things
Lily chose James over him and so he simply won't give a choice this time
doesn't have the energy for such things
he doesn't have time for it and he's not lenient either
surprisingly he's not too possessive, he will keep a keen eye on the friends you choose but won't hurt them if he thinks he can trust them enough
he's not particularly fond of children so i don't think he would push the subject but if you wanted them i could see him begrudgingly complying
when he sees harry he is still furiously raging at the sight but it will be subdued if you have children of your own
i could see him locking you away once the war is started no matter what side he is on
Voldemort killed Lily, he will have no problem kill you too if you're on the side of the order
Yandere! Gellert Grindelwald x Muggle! Female Reader.
One shot. Topic: Reader Chan who loses hope.
Grindelwald caressed your effeminate cheekbone with affection to get your attention. The two of you were bare naked and laying outside on the beach Grindelwald owned. He told his henchmen to close the land for today. It was just him and you.
You peeked at his awaiting expression. Just to get him off your back. You gave him a fake smile and ran your long piano fingers across his gray hair.
You two married four days ago. When Grindelwald is finished with the last papers, he will take you to a real honeymoon. He wanted to take you to Denmark and then Libya.
He imagined you wearing foreign dresses and jewelry. Grindelwald wanted to fuck you without taking them off. He fondly smiled at the memory of the wedding night.
He didn't remove your huge sparkly wedding gown when he consummated the marriage. He let you bleed on the expensive silk material. To remind you, he is in charge. After that, Grindelwald didn't use his magic to clean the gown. He hung it up and placed it behind a glass case for display in his study.
He wanted everyone to know he owned you.
He was a fan of nature. So, he didn't make love to you on a bed in a bedroom. Too original and boring. No, he fucked you on the grass in the dark woods next to his old school, Hogwarts. His powerful magic skills blocked predators and made you two invisible.
He felt as if he was the original Adam making love to his wife, Eve when they got expelled from Paradise.
What a grand feeling.
You couldn't say the same. A elderly stranger whom you never met kidnapped you and chained you to a room. He didn't touch you but forced you to wed him. You tried to fight but he would whip and burn you. He tamed you like a horse.
So, you had to respond to his kisses and look at him as he raped you. You felt like a coward. But who likes pain?
Grindelwald purred like a damn cat when you gave him his fake affection as if it was medicine. But, now. He noticed how lacking you were. As if you were not trying. You stopped giving him fake smiles and seemed to not mind getting hit by his slapping and hair pulling.
How rude. He gritted his teeth at your defiance. So, he got his belt and whipped you. To his horror, you didn't seem to even feel him. You flinched and winced at the right time. But you didn't utter a word. The fuck is wrong with you?
He didn't feed you for two days. Then he finally came.
"All right. That's enough!" He snarled and shook your shoulders. "Why are you acting like a bitch?"
"What's the point of my opinion? You're always offended by my answers anyway and deny them." You sarcastically replied as tears came out.
Grindelwald clenched his jaw. He demanded why you were ungrateful. You lost it. You pushed him out of his grip. You sobbed how you lost your freedom and all people you loved and how it was unfair that he expected you to love him like a mindless slave.
You clutched your face as you crumpled to the ground. The middle aged man watched you with a clean expression and said nothing. He didn't say it. He actually pitied you. He agreed he was rather mean to you. Grindelwald walked to the door. "Don't try to escape." His tone mellow and heartless once more.
He was sitting on his favorite arm chair in his study with the fireplace lit. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand.
Fuck. He screwed up. He didn't mean to break your spirit. When he told you he loved you. It was real. If he didn't love you. He wouldn't feel guilty or ask why you were unhappy. Grindelwald is too proud. He will never apologize or admit his mistakes.
But, he is affectionate and will make it up. He decided to give you more freedom. Going on leisures alone in the Muggle world only. Not the Magic world. And have your technology devices back.
Yeah. That will do. Hopefully, he will make you lovey dovey and wrapped around his finger. But he will make conditions. Nothing is free. Everything has a price. You have to suck his dick well and hard before stepping outside. A smirk graced his gray cracked lips. Not a bad deal.
Hello. If you are taking requests, can you write to yandere husbands Gellert Grindelwald, Albus Dumbledore, Aberforth Dumbledore, Percival Graves, Severus Snape?
hi anon! thank you for the request, i hope you like it
i won't write great about the fantastic beasts characters because it's been a long time since i've seen it but i tried my best, i hope you enjoy! :)
Gellert Grindelwald
i feel like this man is possessive as hell
more of an isolating and protective yandere
he doesn't want anyone pressing a finger to any hair on your pretty little head
above all else he is driven and charismatic so after his obsession develops, he will immediately sneak in there and manipulate you
but he also wants you to depend on him, that way you will never leave
he wants to make you his whether or not you know it
he fills and indoctrinates you into think all muggles and wizards supporting them want to hurt you, that he's only trying to protect you because you're so special
he almost wants to curse you for gripping his heart so tightly, for controlling him without even knowing it
he has few qualms about killing in front of you but he'll try not to, just not very hard
when it comes to the wedding, he might try and convince you by inventing a false prophecy that if you don't he'll die
you wouldn't want to hurt him so, will you?
he doesn't like physically telling you how much he loves you, instead he'll say things like "We belong together." or "You're very special to me."
he does make an effort to keep you protected and feeling secure
and he doesn't like other people talking to you too much
if you also had a deep connection with Dumbledore then Grindelwald would make sure to server that tie, whispering lies about him wanting to betray or hurt you
as far as kids go I think he would them to keep his lock on you and to further his line but I'm not sure how deeply he would care for them
if any of them favoured your features however I think he would grow especially fond of those children in particular and teach their sibling to hold them in higher esteem
i think he would grow quite clingy over you, always keeping you on his arm when it's safe
Albus Dumbledore
this man already has a mischievous spirit and high charismatic presence so i feel like he could get you to trust him easily enough
after that he puts in all the works, fixating on you being in his life and drawing away for just long enough to keep you longing and missing him
he wants you to want him too, unlike some of the other yanderes who don't care so much about making your relationship real, he needs it
he would give you gifts in forms of sweets particularly so you associate them with him
he will insert himself into the most intimate parts of your life so you can't escape him
he doesn't want another lover to let him down like Gellert did so he manipulates what you can and can't do whether that be your friend suddenly avoiding you or you start feeling mysteriously ill out of nowhere
as a husband he is attentive and will likely bring you to live at hogwarts by his side, never leaving his sight
he doesn't lock you away though, he doesn't need to when he has you safely among the school
how much trouble can you get up to under his watchful eye?
he gets a certain thrill when there is danger about and you crawl into his protective hold
if you start teaching he will encourage it in fact, liking the way you integrate your lives together
as far as children goes he doesn't really want them, your always surrounded by them and watching grow, if you really want one then he won't mind you giving some extra support to some of the kids or being particularly parental but other than that he's not fussed
he is a regretful man and so i think he also makes a point to make sure none of those regrets include you even if his antics get quite obsessive, giving you flowers almost everyday and smothering you with affection as soon as he wakes up even if you're still asleep
if you ever died he would want to go with you and enjoy "the next great adventure" by your side
he doesn't intend to live without you
Aberforth Dumbledore,
in his school years that instead of negotiating, he preferred to settle things by duelling and combat
therefore i imagine he would approach this in a similar way
unlike his brother, he does not dedicate himself to winning your affection or charming you, he may very well attempt at developing a love potion or just take you away
he was not above using underhanded tactics against his foes and you would see this in how he interacts with you, for example he might use polyjuice potion to gain your trust in someone you are close with's body
he doesn't care how he gets you, just that he does get you
i think he could very well be a punishing yandere if you do not give in to him
as for the wedding i think he would want a small ceremony if any at all
potentially could use influencing spells such as the imperius curse if he won't get caught
i could see him wanting you to have a daughter with him so he could name her Ariana to honour his sister
whether or not you are a wizard/witch yourself, he is far more powerful than any other and he knows it
legilimency is frequent in your relationship, he doesn't see much point in asking you something if he can just know it already and the more he finds out the harder he falls, your thoughts infiltrating his brain is what fed his attraction to you in the first place
he will hold a grudge if you try to escape and will make the effort to make sure you watch while tied up as he blocks off every possible exit you could make
eventually his trust will be earned back but it might take a year or longer
Percival Graves
this one was a bit trickier because out of everyone i know the least about him but i think he would be a calculative yandere...precise
he is ambitious and serious
he does care about what you want and is willing to develop a romantic or platonic arrangement but he will always see you as his
if you're not married to him then you won't be married to anyone at all
he will trick people carrying romantic interest to you with rumours and lies about you until you come crying to him, he likes to comfort you and will do whatever it takes to feel your warm body in his arms
he will consistently take you to work events and slowly make you dependent and close with people connected to him and only him
he doesn't mind how long it takes until you get to the point where you accept his advances, he can wait
all because he knows it's necessary and once you are together then he will never have to work so diligently for it ever again
the wedding will seep of extravagance and he will keep the ceremony intimate
this is for you and him, no one else
he doesn't particularly care if people try and convince you to leave him, he dispels any of your worries by telling you they are poisoning your mind
he knows them better than you do, he assures, listen to him and no one else
he won't be a very bloody yandere i don't think
he's got too much at stake and he knows that if you ever found out about it then everything would be over
i don't know whether or not he would care for children, i think he would prefer to keep a small family
Severus Snape
this man has already lost one woman he believed himself to be in love with, he doesn't want to lose another one
and if anyone takes away the person he is infatuated with then there will be hell to pay
he has the dark lord on his side now but he is also a skilled potions master, if someone gets to close to you he can easily slip an extra helping into their cup or food of something less...appetising
enough to maim them seriously, maybe in an indistinguishable way
he will only resort to murder as a last stitch attempt
he can't lose you, he refuses to
he won't propose, he knows he won't accept no as an answer anyway and will force an agreement, perhaps threatening those you care about so he can keep you
as far as archetypes go i think he would be on the eliminating side of things
Lily chose James over him and so he simply won't give a choice this time
doesn't have the energy for such things
he doesn't have time for it and he's not lenient either
surprisingly he's not too possessive, he will keep a keen eye on the friends you choose but won't hurt them if he thinks he can trust them enough
he's not particularly fond of children so i don't think he would push the subject but if you wanted them i could see him begrudgingly complying
when he sees harry he is still furiously raging at the sight but it will be subdued if you have children of your own
i could see him locking you away once the war is started no matter what side he is on
Voldemort killed Lily, he will have no problem kill you too if you're on the side of the order
Yes, i was pissed off because of the other story that i read the other day, and before you ask, no, it's still no worth reading that.
So i am making another version of it, judge me as much as you want, but when you have the power to make something, you use it.
And before you go like "Grindelwald is gay", i have to tell you all this, he is not gay, he is a bitch ass manipulator <3
[THERE MIGHT BE TRIGGERS WARNINGS, SO BEWARE]
Now, isn't life full of surprises?
Or a least for you that is.
You were just an ordinary woman living in New York trying to get your shit together.
Nothing exciting ever happened to you
In fact, your life is a mess, especially your love life. You never expected anyone to notice you at all.
You didn't believe in fairytales, especially when it came to these weird stories about wizards and witches living among you.
So imagine your surprise to see an actual fucking wizard in your home.
But you were not the only one surprised in this situation, he was too.
Gellert Grindelwald is the most powerful dark wizard living these days, wanting nothing for the Wizarding World to take over the Muggle World that forced them to live hidden for centuries.
And he also wanted you.
He spotted you a year ago, when he was arrested by the MACUSA, he saw your face and that was all he could think of for the entire time he spent in that cell.
A mere muggle consumed the mind of a dark wizard.
Once he was finally free from his prison, he went after you. Which, didn't took long.
->
You were laying in your bed, deep in your sleep, while he stood on the side of your bed, watching attentively.
Yes, he could take you in that moment, you couldn't do anything against him, especially in your sleep. But there's a feeling that is making him want you to be awake for this.
He analyzed you entirely, for many, you would be an average woman, like any other, but not to Gellert, he didn't knew why, but you were divine to him.
He soon noticed your eyelids moving, you were waking up, but he didn't move, he wanted to see your face when you saw him, and mostly when you notice...
You couldn't move
He looked amused seeing your face of despair at your current state, but there's no more time, he need to do one last thing.
Summary. Mark loves to make you feel good, mostly because he feels good while doing it. Don't feel shy, darling.
CW. Sex during the period, explicit sexual content, graphic language, intense/obsessive devotion, bodily fluids, mention of physical pain (cramping). SMUT. English is not my first language.
MDNI
I feel like Mark is a really needy boyfriend for you. Like anything you do for him is the sincerest, cutest act of love. He loves watching you eat, breathe, sleep. He loves to see you exist.
And yet, even though something in him doesn't feel right when he sees you suffer..... He feels in heaven knowing that, for these moments, you need him as much as he needs you.
So when he sees you clutching your belly in pain, rolling around in bed all night unable to sleep, moaning from the discomfort of cramping and frowning at the impossibility of a good night's rest, Mark knows exactly what to do.
It usually starts with a hug, Mark makes a point of wrapping his arms around you, his skin radiating warmth and his mouth resting gently on your forehead (though he'd love to be somewhere else). Your boyfriend starts to tell you how much he loves you, and how he just wants you to be okay, showering you with compliments before lowering the volume of his voice, just a little.
He speaks loud enough for you to hear him, he tries to keep his tone sweet, but from your perspective, it feels serious, like an animal wanting to taste its prey. A shiver runs through you
His body feels so warm, but his words are expressed like pure fire.
"Do you want me to help you feel better?"
He knows He can't take that pain away, and yet He will do whatever it takes to distract you from the world, to give you something even stronger than discomfort. A pleasure you can feel even in your bones.
And when you answer him with a weak “Yes...”
Mark's mind clouds over at all the possibilities available to make you happy.
He lets you settle back on the bed and spreads your thighs apart with a smile on his face. He approaches your core with treacherous calm, inhales the metallic smell of your blood... and licks his lips.
In another circumstance, he'd start by giving you kisses from your feet, advancing the entire length of your legs and thighs to your folds, but there's something inside the filthiness of the affair that makes him rush to get to your pussy.
Besides, he knows he's not doing this for him, but because you need him, you need to feel his tongue desperately inside you, giving you whatever pleasure it takes to forget your discomfort (please let him repeat it to himself until he believes it).
He loves it when you are hard on him, when you pull his scalp so hard, when you growl at the wet feel of his naughty muscle all over you.
He loves it when you beg him not to stop, when, with teary eyes, you tell him how much you love the feel of his warm tongue inside you, asking him for more, asking him to please help you forget all the fucking discomfort.
Mark sucks and licks desperately, he could never have thought this situation could be so... exciting for him, hell, he never even thought about something like this before he met you.
You're too busy feeling so good that you forget about him a little :( but he doesn't care, he takes it upon himself to move his hips against the bed, getting just enough friction to cum once or twice. He wouldn't even think of using his hands for that, because they're too busy caressing your skin, holding your legs apart and squeezing your hot flesh.
Might he leave some marks with his force? Nothing he won't kiss later <3
He can't help it, he loves helping you, but he also loves knowing that such an intimate part of you was now inside him, so he doesn't stop licking even when you stop crying from the pain of your cramps and start doing it from the electricity coursing through your body due to over stimulation.
And yet, can you blame him? His mom taught him to never leave food on his plate.
Your boyfriend doesn't seem to get satiated over time, but is getting more and more desperate to taste you more. He started this with the excuse of helping you, but now he just wants you to release more of that crimson liquid for him.
You are his drug.
When he pulls away, even through all the haze of your arousal, you can see all your juices staining his face, he looks like an animal in heat, he is stained red from nose to chin, and yet he doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't try to clean himself, as if your fluids have always been a part of him, something that didn't bother him.
Just now, you can't help but think it's as if a wolf is watching its prey, impassive, cold, powerful, ready to strike again.
And you love that feeling, the feeling of being under him, of experiencing absolute devotion through his love. Of still feeling the consequences of the passage of his tongue through your folds.
At the end, Mark gives you a dirty kiss, taking it upon himself to share everything with you. He kisses your lips until he runs out of air, and when he breaks away, he stays there, for a moment, only to see the mess he's turned you into.
You are so tired that he allows you to sleep.
Not before he unbuttons his pants and lets his cock rest inside you, without moving, with the sole purpose of feeling your heat.
And the next day, when he is forced to leave your interior, his eyes slowly scan his stained member.
He's so hard... Would it be too much to ask to let him cum once or twice in your loins? He just wants to leave a piece of himself in you.... Just a little bit, please.
And when you see the need in Mark's eyes, when you feel your core closing to an emptiness you know is so easy to fill....
You can't say no to him... Though it's hard for you to remember a time when you've actually denied him anything....
★ A simple guide on how to survive the Invincible Variants. The stars range from one to five. One being the easiest to five being the most difficult. Fem! Reader.
Includes: Sinister Mark, Omni Mark, Mohawk Mark, No Goggles Mark, Goggles Mark, Veil Mark (Shiesty Mark), Masked Mark, Viltrum Mark
Warnings: Dark Content, Violence, Suggestive Themes, Yandere Behavior
Word Count: ~2.5k
Sinister Mark
★★★★★
-You’re fucked.
-If all the variants had a difficulty level, his would be extreme.
-One second he’s playing with your feelings. The next second he’s harshly biting into your neck.
-Your relationship in the beginning is going to be rough, if you can even call it a relationship.
-Reciprocating in any way is how you will survive.
-Bite him back. Claw at his face. Or just endure. None of these options do much, but it does amuse him.
-One day, he returns to you, his mouth covered in blood. You mentally prepare for him to put you through hell again, but this time he just leans in close before resting his head in the crook of your neck.
-Your body stiffens, but you don’t drop your guard just yet.
- When he asks you what’s wrong, you frown before responding.
- “It’s nothing. I just expected… the usual.”
-He’d hum, his lips pressing against your skin. As he kissed your neck amorously, he’d speak swiftly.
- “You’d better get used to me. I’m not letting you leave.”
-Not a good thing to hear.
-But after that day, he’s… a bit softer with you.
-Instead of speaking down to you, he now speaks to you. He asks some simple questions and my God, you had better respond.
-He’s possessive to the extreme. If someone just as much looks at you, then their head is coming clean off. You belong to him, and only him.
-Freedom? What freedom? You have no freedom.
-Want to really knock him off guard? Be nice to him. Yes, this will be near impossible to do, but it will leave him trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you.
-You can survive him, just barely if you can endure. If not then…
Omni Mark
★★✩✩✩
-You’ll be fine.
-When compared to other variants, he’s a safe option.
-He’s calm. And that eases a lot of your worries.
-Just tell him that you trust him. Simple, right?
-Whenever he returns from his… outings, and you ask him how his day was, he’d smile and respond with a simple:
- “Uneventful.”
-The blood on his outfit says otherwise.
-He could listen to you talk for hours. About the most mundane things too.
-Any issues you have, he will attempt to solve them. Sounds good, right?
-Well…
-If you mention a person you dislike, then he will kill them. So be careful who you mention.
-Freedom? Yes, you have freedom. He trusts you.
-Don’t break that trust though. If you attempt to run away, he will find you. Expect a frown and some words from him once he does.
- “I expected more from you, Y/n.”
- Huge ‘I’m not mad at you, just disappointed’ energy.
-Most of the time he just hovers around in the sky as you run your errands. Unless you want him to accompany you.
-Catches you off guard. A lot.
- “Hey.”
-You gasp when you hear his voice, your phone almost slipping from your hands. You turn around to face him.
-“Mark?” You said, your eyes wide with surprise. “You scared me. How long have you been floating there?”
- “A while,” he admitted. There was a bit of amusement in his voice. “...Reading fanfiction again?”
-The shock on your face says it all.
-Will consider your feelings if something he does bothers you, but will also remind you that he is far from good.
-You survive because he pretty much takes care of you. Not too much to do on your part.
Mohawk Mark
★★★★✩
-In for a dangerous ride with this one.
-He’s an emperor in his world, and he gets what he wants. If he likes you he’s just going to take you. Plain and simple.
-This is another variant that thinks he owns you.
-Sure he’ll treat you well for the most part, but this heavily depends on how you act.
-Most of the time he doesn’t mind your frowns when you’re upset, or your occasional sassy remarks. He thinks it's adorable.
-But if your frowns turn into looks of pure hatred, and your sass is followed up with constant anger…if you become completely unbearable to him…he will kill you.
-(Main reason he’s at 4 stars)
-If none of this applies to you, then there’s no problem. He likes you a lot.
-He’s also horny a lot. Every night you don’t sleep with this gremlin he’s complaining about it. Good luck.
-Freedom? Sure, you have freedom. You found a simple loophole. He leaves often, so just leave right after he leaves.
-And be back before he gets back.
-If you’re not back when he calls for you then…
- “Where the fuck is she?!”
-Once he finds you… Privileges. Are. Gone. It only takes one screw up.
- “I wasn’t trying to run away,” you explained. “I was making my way back when you found me.”
- “Sure you were. You can’t fucking fool me, Y/n.”
-Whether what you were saying is true or not doesn’t matter to him.
- When he calls you by your actual name, and not some nickname, then you know he is not happy.
-But if you apologize (and mean it) he’ll give you a few freedoms back. Definitely not all though. You’ll be at his side a lot more often now.
-Just make sure he doesn’t find you if you plan on running away.
-Will you survive? Well, it depends on how you act. Just stroke that ego of his and you’ll be fine.
No Goggles Mark
★★★✩✩
-In for a wild ride with this one.
-This variant’s personality is chaotic, but lucky for you, he isn’t out to ruin your life. He just likes to have fun.
-If you can’t match his energy, let him know asap. This will save you a lot of emotional distress.
- “I’m not Invincible like you, Mark,” you calmly told him. “Could you be a bit… well a lot more careful with me?”
- “Okay! :)”
-He does care. So just talk to him whenever you’re scared. He will stop whatever he’s doing to respond.
-Heck, he could be in the middle of destroying half a block of buildings, and come back to you for a split second to ask you how you’re doing. It’d be kinda sweet, if he wasn’t so destructive.
-He’s a thrill seeker! So if your ideas are fun and/or challenging, then he’s on board.
- “How fast can you fly to space and back?” You ask him.
- “Just watch!”
- Boom! Anddd he’s gone.
-Freedom? Yes! You can do things! But you’re both doing those things together.
-You’ll almost always be around him, unless the situation is too dangerous for him to take you.
-The best way to survive is to reciprocate his love for you. Tell him you love him too. Hug him. Rub his hair.
-You could use his love for you to your advantage…
-For example, if you want to get away from him, just convince him to leave you somewhere you deem safe, and assure him you’ll be there when he gets back.
-The second he leaves you race off.
-High risk though. If he finds you, you had better come up with a good excuse. If the excuse is good, then you’re fine. If not then…
-”You’re not trying to get away from me, are you Y/n?”
-That other side of him is terrifying.
-If your personality is chaotic like his, you two will get along just fine.
-”I always hated that place,” you grumbled, looking at the building you once worked at. He lit up.
“Want me to destroy it?” He asked you. You also lit up.
“Sure!”
-If you’re level-headed, you two would make for an interesting dynamic.
- “Let’s not jump off this building today Mark. I just finished eating,” you calmly told him.
- “Aww, well can we at least jump off a smaller building?” he asked. You sighed.
- “Well alright. As long as you hold on to me.”
-Your days will always be filled with chaos, but you’ll survive.
Goggles Mark
★★★★✩
-Uh oh.
-This variant is manipulative and sadistic. You’re gonna have a bad time.
- He won’t kill you, but he won’t hesitate to kill the people you love.
-You could go on a long rant about how much of a monster he is and he’d just sigh.
- “Well that was pointless Y/n,” he’d tell you. “You should consider thinking a bit more before responding so harshly to me.”
-He says this and he was the one that kidnapped you??
-The best thing to do in this situation is to try and get the fuck away.
-The next best thing is to remain calm, and try to reason with him.
-If you’re nice, then he’ll listen to what you have to say. That doesn’t mean he’s going to do what you say though, he’ll just listen.
- You could trade affection for things you want. He actually likes this idea if you mention it.
-Freedom? Haha… No.
-You’re stuck with him.
-If you somehow manage to get away from him, he’d actually be impressed.
- “How long have you been planning that escape, Hm? A few days? Weeks?” He’d ask you.
-You’d remain quiet, refusing to reveal anything just in case you need to try it again.
-After that though, the situation gets worse. You’ll have to literally beg him to let you do things. And if you get overwhelmed and burst into tears he’ll think you’re cute.
-Will you survive? Yes. Will you have horrible trauma? Absolutely.
Veil Invincible (Shiesty Mark)
★★✩✩✩
-You’d be fine with him.
-He’s arrogant, but not towards you. He’s the type that would get along with any personality.
-If you're sassy? He thinks you’re funny.
-Shy? He’ll do the talking.
-Confident? He’ll feed off your energy.
-Just don’t be a killjoy though! He’s not a fan of people who spoil the fun.
-Freedom? Yes, you have freedom! Don’t go too far though. And yell if you need him!
-If you actually do end up yelling for help, he’ll be by your side in less than a second. You’ll have to stand behind him as he beats whomever was threatening you into a bloody mess.
-If you try running away, he’ll also be by you in a second, lifting you off the ground in a playful, yet warning manner.
- “Anddd where do you think you’re going?” He'll ask you. You sheepishly rub the back of your head.
- “Nowhere.”
-He thinks you're the cutest thing ever.
-Want to throw him off guard? Lift that veil of his ever so slightly and kiss him on his jaw. He loves it.
-If you’re kind then that’s a plus. Heck, you can even be mean to him sometimes. It isn’t too much of a problem. Just don’t make it a habit.
-“There’s only so much a person can take for fuck’s sake.”
-He wouldn’t hurt you. But he would revoke flight privileges. So if you’re mean often, you’ll have to walk often.
- “My feet are killing me,” you grumbled, trudging on the ground. He’d respond from the sky above, laughing a little.
- “Just apologize and I’ll fly you the rest of the way!”
-You’ll survive. He can’t stay mad at you.
Masked Mark
★✩✩✩✩
-You’re safe with him.
-He cares about you a lot.
-If he’s ever worried about something, just hold his hands and tell him that everything is going to be alright. That always puts him at ease.
- You are his everything. He loves you so much. You could be glaring daggers at him and he still thinks you're precious.
-Freedom? Well, yes and no.
-As long as it’s safe, then yes, you can go do some things. But he’s going with you. If it’s not safe? Then no, he’ll go for you instead.
-And please, stay put while he’s gone.
-If you don’t, then he will panic.
- “Y/n, I’ll take you where you want to go. You don’t have to run off,” he murmured. You frowned before responding.
- “What if I don’t want to go with you?”
- “You have to. It’s too dangerous.”
-He’s fine with you being mad at him, he kind of expects it.
-But if you actually like him, then the two of you would be inseparable. He’ll rest his head on your lap as you speak to him.
- “You worry too much Mark. We’re here together, that’s all that matters.”
- “...Yeah. Thanks Y/n.”
-He always treats you well, and will help you with any problems you face. Just ask, and he’ll be there.
-You often forget that he’s dangerous because he’s so kind to you. He's a completely different person when you're not around.
-You’ll survive, regardless of how you act. He won’t let you die while he’s breathing.
Viltrum Mark
★★★★✩
-Oh, you’ll survive.
-Ironically, he’s probably the safest option.
-Mainly because he wouldn’t let anyone near you, let alone touch you.
-But you trade your freedom for safety.
- “All you have to do is listen and obey. Do I make myself clear?” He told you.
-That cold look of his left you uneasy.
-While he’s very direct, he does care for you. You’re left unaware of this little fact though.
-Freedom? Heavily depends on how you act. If you do what he says then he’ll let you do a few things. If not, then no.
-You can be a bother to him, but if anyone else calls you that…
-“If you speak of her in that way again, I’ll rip off your head.”
-He doesn’t care who it is. Hell, it could be another viltrumite. Disrespecting you means disrespecting him. And he never tolerates disrespect. Sometimes, he doesn’t even bother to speak, he just immediately goes in for the kill.
-To survive in the beginning, it’s best to just do what he says. After sometime maybe you could be a bit more rebellious.
-You can also melt that icy exterior of his if you’re sweet. When you two are sitting alone, just rest your head against his arm. Or cuddle up to him. His body will stiffen at the warm affection.
- “Thanks for sticking up for me,” you murmured. He remained quiet for a bit before responding.
- “I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so bothersome.”
- “I know. Thanks a lot though.”
- “....”
-Overtime, he expresses his love for you. It may take a while though, depending on how you act.
-You’ll survive, no problem. He’ll make sure of it.
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*Says I'm not writing about so many variants anymore.
tags: dark content, dub con, kidnapping, yandere/possessive themes, breeding kink, group sex, mind break, mentions of mass murder [no more than the show]
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“It’s my turn!”
“Fuck you.” The yellow & black clad Mark cursed with a laugh as he continued to pound into you; though it was kind of hard to tell who was who with their costumes off. “You’ll get a turn when I say you do.”
“That’s not what we agreed.” The alternate hissed as he pushed his long hair out of his face. “You guys all suck….”
“Not really. But this one certainly does.” Mohawk Mark laughed in perverse pleasure at tormenting his alternate and fucking your throat. “Almost as good as my [Y/N]….”
The Marks had laid siege to Earth and were working on conquering it for their own. Cities crumbling under the might of the Invincibles. Getting a taste of what could have been. The only thing that seemed to delay their total domination of Earth was you and their need to be inside you.
You couldn’t remember which one of them found you originally, your mind all but blank now as it was in a state of constant overstimulation, but they brought you here. Apparently, there is a ‘you’ in every dimension, and for some of them that unlocked a lot of feelings some of them were not prepared to deal with or separate from. The boys eventually turned your capture into a game of ‘whoever destroyed the most stuff wins’ and the prize would be the next one to fuck you.
“Don’t say stupid shit like that.” You whimper as Mark thrust hard inside you. Hard enough to hurt. “You’re throwing me off.”
Mohawk Mark laughed. “What? Don’t you still have a [Y/N] back home? Or did you kill her too you fucking psycho.”
The Mark fucking your cunt growled and lunged forward to grab his mohawk mirror by the throat and slam him into a wall. Pulling himself and his twin from you with obscene, wet pops. Your lungs expand fully for the first time in a while, and you shutter as your over stimulated body is suddenly left empty. “Take it back!”
A fight ensued. Common, and no one steps in to help or break it up. If anything, one takes the opportunity to move in on his quarry. “My turn.”
Mark pushed his long hair out of his face again with a smile as he parted your legs and thrust his cock in where his alter had just been. “Hey!” The alternate shouted as he kept his mohawk self at bay with one arm. “I wasn’t done!”
“You snooze you lose.” You whine as the Mark now inside you grabbed your tits. This one liked to play with them every time you had sex. A lot of them did. Your nipples seemed hard all the time now and constantly sore from being played with so much. “Hey, you want in on this? Her mouth is free.”
“Pass.” A somber, sullen-looking Mark dressed in white, the armor of his father’s people, clipped back. “Using their mouth is a waste of time.”
“Tsk. You’re too good for blowies then?” You cry out as Mark’s hips snapped forward faster. Perhaps to make a point. Perhaps just to make your tits bounce.
The other Mark just frowned. “No. But it’s not a good use for valuable, Viltrumite seed.”
His hand reached out to splay over your stomach. Seeming unbothered by another version of himself fucking you, or the bump of his cock against his hand. In the few times it had just been the two of you together, he told you how you would be the perfect mother for the second coming of Viltrum. He always thought you would be.
“You can keep that ubermensch shit to yourself man!” Mohawk Mark cursed. Having scrapped away from his more crazed twin; or they just got bored fighting each other. “No one wants to hear about Dad’s super race. And if you’re ‘too good’ to get sucked off then get out of the way so I can finish!”
Before a second fight starts, the door opens, and the Invincible from a reality where he has his face completely covered walked in. “Where the hell have you been?!”
“Russia.” He throws something on the table. Something metal and heavy as it clangs on its surface. A symbol of his conquest.
The Marks all grow silent until one of them mutters, “Goddamnit,” and they all leave; but not before the Mark inside you studders his hips and cums inside. They all know what a victory like that means, and what it's awarded him.
Once the door closes, the hooded Mark pulls his mask off and sits on the bed beside you. Through the fog in your mind you can see that he's sad. The Mark from his reality looks so much older than the one you have here. They're the same age, the same face, but he just looks like all the youth has been sucked out of him. “I'm gonna get you out of here.” He told you suddenly.
Mark crawled on the bed and curled up with your naked body. Holding you like a fragile little dove. “I'm gonna find mom, and I'm gonna come get you, and then we'll go home. Then everything will be fine and the way it's supposed to be. You'll see.”
He either fell asleep or was trying to as you felt Mark’s chest rise & fall evenly against your back. You didn’t know what to think about what he said. You almost felt sorry for him, which felt odd, but he seemed so sad. For now, you were just grateful for the break and time to rest. The Invincibles wouldn’t let their prize be monopolized forever. Tomorrow morning a new game starts. Cities will fall. People will die. And you will once again be pulled between the Marks. All just waiting for their turn.
Warnings: wrm there’s a little tiny sentence that’s smut but other than that it’s just soft yandere stuff. Oh and spelling errors, your girl is writing this before bedtime.
Yandere! Mark who starts crushing on you after you hand him a pencil he dropped in class, unintentionally brushing your hand against his in the process, which made him feel literal sparks. His pupils dilated and he swears he’s never felt so at peace. The feeling goes away fast, but his gaze on you stays for the rest of the period.
Yandere! Mark starts initiating conversations with you every chance he gets, your smile warms up his heart and he can’t help but follow you around the school like a dog.
William calls it weird, and Mark ignores it. Even though he does understand that it is weird. His sudden infatuation with you confused him greatly.
Yandere! Mark who mentions the situation at dinner, which causes Nolan to drop his fork and seriously stare at his son.
Yandere! Mark who learns about viltrumite soulmates and the rarity of them. The strength of a soulmate bond adds strength to a viltrumite.
Though, Mark doesn’t care much about the strengthening himself part, he more so cares that you’re his soulmate. You were made for him, and him for you.
Yandere! Mark who asks you out the next day, a bouquet of your favourite flowers accompanied with an awkward smile is met with a kiss on the cheek from you and an acceptation to his confession.
Yandere! Mark who spends a few days planning yoir first date perfectly, bringing you to your favourite restaurant and then his house to lie on the roof and look at the stars.
Yandere! Mark who slips away from your date for 10 minutes because of his ‘side-job’. He punched a little harder than he normally would that day.
Yandere! Mark who apologises for disappearing, but instead of anger hes met with an understanding smile from you instead.
Yandere! Mark who starts saving up for an engagement ring after your first date.
Yandere! Mark who tells you hes invincible within a month of dating, you’re his soulmate, so he doesn’t have to worry about you leaving him and spilling his identity. You’re made for him.
Yandere! Mark who starts letting villains get harder hits on him so you spend more time coddling him and kissing his bruises.
Yandere! Mark who breaks down after his father’s betrayal and clings to you for dear life, begging you to never leave him.
Yandere! Mark who becomes more protective, possessive and obsessive. If you leave your house to go anywhere, Mark is somehow always there.
Yandere! Mark who strikes a deal with Cecil.
Yandere! Mark who now has access to cameras all around your house and a tracker floating around your blood stream.
Yandere! Mark who catches you texting your friends about his concerning behaviour.
Yandere! Mark who spends the night thrusting in and out of you until your brain and pussy are too full of him to worry about said behaviour.
Yandere! Mark who leaves you in a safe location when variants of himself start ruthlessly attacking the planet.
Yandere! Marks who would do anything to have you in their arms again.
♡ TW: nsfw, yandere, poly yanderes, captive reader, invincible variants in general, you've seen the show
♡ GN reader
You’re dead in every other universe.
It’s his fault.
He tries to save you, but he’s too late—every single time.
And in every universe, it’s what pushes him to embrace his Viltrumite nature. It’s his canon event. The moment he realizes he can’t trust in the weak constitution of human beings, it costs him too much, so he adopts his father's truth—things that drop dead like flies have the same value, meaning worthless.
So you can imagine the clusterfuck raging on in each of their heads when they find out you’re alive and well in the universe they’ve been told to wreak havoc in.
And you’re as pretty as the day they lost you. And teary-eyed and scared and cute, calling out for your Mark to come and save you. Oh fuck, how their cold hearts all melted at once.
The plan changed then. If this were the only world you were still alive in, then it was the only world they needed to conquer. And with eighteen of them, it wouldn’t be hard.
Or well, so it proved to be a little hard…
But the eight of them that survived killed Angstrom. Then locked your Mark up, thinking he could be convenient to keep.
It didn’t even take a week before Earth surrendered in full.
That wasn’t the hard part. In fact, it’s good that over half of them died—because sharing you between the eight of them is the real challenge.
It’s not something they’re used to. Fights break out daily. And they don’t care about the damage dealt. It’s like kids stomping on an anthill just for the fun of it, leaving thousands to die every time.
Feeling as though it’s your responsibility, you try your best to please them all. Coming up with schedules—how they can alter daily or even hourly if need be—but it all proves fruitless. All you end up doing is begging them not to fight—on your knees, bowing while sobbing, holding onto the edge of their cape, pleading with them to stay.
They seem to like that. When you lower yourself.
Most of them refer to you as a pet.
You remember Mark saying his father said he saw his mom the same way. You remember your Mark being disgusted by it. But even those of them who don’t refer to you that way still treat you like one, like something lesser, like something they’re letting live for personal reasons, not because you’re something that deserves to live.
The kinder Marks have a little more decorum about it. The superiority has really gotten to their heads, trying to spare you the understanding of how they truly see you, as if you can’t read between the lines. You don’t know if you dislike them more than the cruel Marks. At least they’re honest about it.
You’re starting to doubt whether your Mark is even still alive…
You’d cried for weeks on end to see him. And when they’d finally complied, they took you to the prison cell where they were holding him. You’d sobbed and kissed him and told him how much you missed him and how terrible everything had been without him, how you weren’t sure how much more you could take.
He’d played along well enough for a while—you hadn’t been able to tell. But at some point, the way he touched you just didn’t feel right.
He laughed once you understood it. Mocked you. Licked the tears off your cheek with a grin and said it was worth it playing your weak-willed wimp version of them just to see that pretty look on your face. A couple of the others came in after that—they’d all found it just as funny. And then they told you they knew of a way to cure your loneliness—after all, why have your wimpy Invincible, when you can have the elite?
One time, when you were being extra whiny, as they call it, they’d taken you up in the sky and used you to play catch.
Mark had taken you flying before, but he’d never ever dropped you. And so you’d screamed until your voice gave out, and then you’d just closed your eyes and prayed for death.
But that wasn’t the worst part of it, as you found out… No, the worst part was when they’d undressed you and started playing something different with you. In the air, thirty thousand feet above the ground.
They all might look like Mark, but none of them are anything like him—some more than others. Beyond just sadistic, they’re psychotic. No humanity left, just trigger-happy thrill-seeking maniacs. They don’t even fight each other over you—they fight each other for fun. Coming back with mangled legs and broken jaws. Because why not? It’s no matter. They’re healed within the week. They don’t care about the many lives they’ve left in their wake.
But you’d caught a foul cold after their skylarking.
They’re not used to facing consequences—didn’t know who to blame but each other. Didn’t know how to fix it either—all scared you were going to die. They never did it again after that.
That’s not to say your life became any easier.
The dynamics became ever more strange the more months that passed...
At first thy wouldn’t fuck you at the same time, then they would, but without acknowledging the others presence, then it became a competition to see who could fuck you best.
It’s not like that anymore.
Their narcissism has now evolved into a strange attraction towards each other. And it’s odd as fuck to be caught in the middle off.
They like watching each other fuck you now. Getting off on seeing themselves get off, using you more like a toy than a partner.
Any day now, and you’re sure they’re going to start kissing and touching each other.
Fuck knows what your role will be in all of it when that time comes.
After drawing so much of Ominis and MC before they were even dating — when things still weren’t sweet at all — I’m now really craving to draw them being super sweet, spicy, and intimate.
So I couldn’t hold back and ended up starting a sugary-sweet comic about Ominis and MC after they got together!
It’ll probably be around 10 pages… I’d love to finish it sometime next week.
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