If any fandom that is not listed but has been written for I will accept requests
(Will add more later on)
Retired fandoms
Fnaf
Beastars
Rules
Open to sfw and nsfw but please be specific with what you want for nsfw. Either headcanons or a full fic and if there’s a specific kink you want to be included or a specific personality for either reader or the character (dominant, submissive, top, bottom, etc)
Sfw content can range from platonic to romantic but please specify because I will default to romantic.
Will write for Yandere
Fair warning, I am nblm and amab so I may not be the best with writing anything with a afab reader. Nsfw will default to gender neutral body parts.
If you sent a request for a fandom that I have listed under retired I may write for it but it will depend on my mood/prompt. If it strikes inspo I’ll let it take me but take it with a grain of salt.
Won’t do
pedophillia, sexual assault/rape. I am open to dubious consent and age gaps however
I’m pretty open to most things but I do reserve the right to not do something if I’m not comfortable with it
It wasn’t the worst to be fair. The ship was large enough that just creating a mental map was enough to preoccupy you for a month. The thought of being here for that long sent a shiver down your spine as you continued to traverse down the vast hallways. The bright lights created an ominous atmosphere as each corner that led deeper into the ship created a stronger sense of dread in your stomach. Each door you came across you tested to see if it would open, most didn’t and the ones that did were supply closets. For how big the ship was, it was oddly void of any life with the only noise being the soft hum of the engines.
This was where you met your chaperone. It was an alien with a dark blue tint to their skin. They looked almost exactly like a human, from the neck down that is. Their head was elongated and lacked any sort of features besides two large black eyes that seemed to bore past you. This chaperone of yours never formally introduced themself, instead you had discovered them creeping behind you multiple times in the span of a week.
The first time you saw them was when you found a marble statue. It was of a female Viltruimite’s bust. It read “Grand Regent Clarissa.” Her hair was long and straight and her face had a large scar on her left cheek that followed her sunken cheeks. It was the first piece of art that you had come across. You had noticed the stranger ducking their head behind a wall when you turned to look at the statue. It was fast, so fast that you thought it was a part of your imagination, rather than an actual person.
This game of cat and mouse continued, the only real sign of life that they had was the faint pitter patter of their feet against the cold steel floor. You almost convinced yourself they never existed until you finally cornered this stalker. They didn’t speak, all they did was stare at you with their large black eyes. Their uniform matched yours, the dark irises contrasting with the color. Before you could even question them they stretched out their hands in front of their face, stumbling on the floor and cowering in fear. They only had three fingers, each one decorated with a nub at the tips instead of the usual fingernails. You felt bad as you wondered what had happened to them that they were scared to even see anyone, even someone wearing the same color uniform. Maybe it was because you looked eerily similar to a Viltrumite, you had thought.
You reached out your hand to them attempting to help them up. All they did was flinch in response, shutting their eyes. You didn’t know how to show you wouldn’t hurt them, so you waited. They eventually noticed nothing had happened to them and could see your kind eyes reflecting back to them. You had a soft smile on your face as you reached your hand back out to them. This time they accepted it. Their hand felt rubbery and smooth as it gripped around your own. It had a slime like texture as it wrapped around your palm. Their grip was firm, you noted.You didn’t know if they could speak your language, or if they could speak at all with their lack of a mouth, so you just let them follow you from a distance.
Your exploration eventually proved fruitful as you came across a giant pair of steel doors. They looked normal at first, as if nothing special was behind them. As the doors parted, it opened to a dark room, only containing a glass case with what appeared to have been remnants of bone. The lights only flickering on when you approached it. You felt a tug at your arm by your supposed chaperone. They didn’t say anything, but you could see a panic in their eyes that was familiar.
“It's fine, the door wouldn’t have opened if I wasn’t allowed in.” You said, attempting to reassure them. They still didn’t believe you as they shook their head no. You pulled your arm away, your curiosity getting the best of you. This was the first time something remotely interesting has happened after days of long hallways that never ended, you were going to see what was behind the door. You approached the case, reaching out to it, feeling its chill exterior as the bright fluorescent light created a reflection in the glass of your own face. The closer you got the more intricate you could see of the design. It looked like fragments of a bone, some pieces larger than others. Why was it here, you thought, what was its purpose? There was so little of it left, why even display it like this? There was so little of anything that it was hard to place what bone it even was. You looked closer and could see another figure slowly emerge behind you, its form encroaching on your own in the reflection.
“How did you get in here?” It was the same voice you had heard that morning. The same voice that had just a few hours ago threatened to murder you. His tone shifted to one that leaked with rage. You quickly turned around, profusely apologizing as a reflex.
“The door opened for me.” You explained as fast as you could in between your sorries. “I didn’t mean to intrude, it's just I assumed no door that I wasn’t allowed into would open like that and-” He grabbed you by the front of your jumpsuit, the grip was so incredibly strong it took away your breath.
“Leave.” He spoke coldly, yet you could feel the rage in his throat. Being this close to him you could smell a faint scent of something rustic. When he let go of your form, you fell to the ground breathing heavily. You recovered as fast as you could, and ran, not turning back. You had to get out of here, you thought.
You ran through the halls, searching for anything that would help you to get out of here, you knew if you stayed you were dead, you didn’t have time to think about why he kept you alive. If he enjoyed the chase of his prey, or if you were just so pitiful that he didn’t see the point in wasting his time. All you knew is that you had to escape and do it now.
You had slammed into your chaperone, bruising your ass as you pushed past them. In their attempt to try to stop you, you ran over their foot. “I’m sorry, but I’d rather die out there than spend another second in here.” You knew it was harsh, but you had to put yourself first. Your panicked exploration proved fruitful as you had ran past a room that was titled “SUITS.” When you entered there was a plentiful amount of futuristic looking spacesuits along with stark white uniforms all lined up like a clothing store. You didn’t have time to go shopping for the perfect fit, so you grabbed the one that looked close enough and quickly put it on. It fit a little loose but that wasn’t a concern of yours at the moment.
After putting the helmet on, an instruction manual puttered to life in front of you. You skimmed through it, most of it was just plain gibberish as the writing was completely foreign to anything you’ve seen. Now your search was for an exit, you had remembered one from this morning before breakfast. You thought back to your mental map and realized that in your panic, you had no idea where you were. Fear began to bubble up as the adrenaline faded, the rubber smell of the suit filling your lungs as you took heavy breaths, attempting to calm yourself down. You followed your steps as best as you could. Luckily there was another emergency exit close by.
You began pulling on the door that reminded you of an airplanes emergency exit. There was a language that you couldn’t understand on it which would’ve been helpful in this moment. That was when your stalker came around the corner, limping on one foot.
“I already told you, I’m getting out of here.” You said, your voice echoing throughout the helmet as you spoke into a small microphone. They didn’t respond, all they did was push you away from the door and typed in a code as it opened for them. Their large eyes revealed an emotion you couldn’t quite read. “Thank you.” Was all you think of to say.
As you entered the room, they shut the door behind you and began to type into the side panel another code. There was a large control center that surrounded a large chair that swiveled around as the ship moved. You sat down as a beeping sound began to play as a red light flashed overhead. You prepared your mind as you fogged your helmet. You strapped yourself in as the engine of the escape pod began to hum itself to life. A voice above began speaking in a language that you didn’t know, presumably counting down. You could feel the power of the engine as it roared to life. A grand door in front of you opening itself up as well.
The rocket lifted itself up, preparing to launch, when you looked back, the alien that helped you was no longer in sight. The voice went quiet as the power of the pod began to push forward. At first it was slow to come to life, but it quickly ramped up its speed. You could feel the force push against your body as it launched forward into space, forcing your body against the chair you sat upon. You squinted your eyes as the bright light of the sun plastered itself into your vision. When you managed to open your eyes again, you could see just how grand the Earth was. The sun peaked behind its massive form and the lights of the civilizations shone brightly. It was truly magnificent you thought as the warmth graced your face.
Your peace was quickly stripped away when something smashed against your pod, causing red lights to flash overhead. You could feel the pod spinning around as you gripped onto the arms of your chair. On the console in front of you there was a large flashing red button that wasn’t there before. This had to be the emergency escape. As you barreled deeper into space it became apparent that the only choice you had was to press it.
A sky light above you opened as you jumped into the vastness of space, the cold open air instantly pressing into your skin as the front of your helmet fogged over. You stayed strapped to your chair as you watched as your escape pod continued its trajectory into a cluster of rocks, exploding on impact. The chair floated in the vast emptiness that surrounded you. You accepted your fate in the moment, as best as you could. You knew you didn’t want to die by his hand, so this was better than letting him control your life. The more you said it the easier it was to convince yourself. At least the view was pretty, you thought as your oxygen level slowly faded away.
-
When your eyes fluttered awake, they were first met with a dim light. It casted a dark green tint around the room. Barely anything was truly visible as the light prohibited your vision. You reached for your eyes to remove the slumber from them. Your attempt was fruitless, your arms being chained to your side the side of the bed. A grumbled noise spilled out of your mouth as you shook against the restraints. Your brain was moving slowly and your body was weak. You couldn’t even feel the steady rise of fear in your body because of how the exhaustion seeped into your bones.
“They’re awake.” A distant voice said. You attempted to lift your head to see who spoke, but all it did was flop to the other side with a thud.
“Will they be well?” Another voice commanded. Your vision started to blur out once again.
“Yes, we’re giving them a stronger dose until they fully recover. It should keep…” the light began to fade. You could feel a coarse hand caressing the side of your face. You leaned into the warmth as black swallowed your vision once again.
-
Thragg was a very patient man, he always was. Waiting for you to recover was proving more difficult than expected. Humans were simple beings. They were flighty and anxious. Explaining away your reaction was simple, explaining away his was proving much more formidable. He had limited his access with you, however your manipulative ways had already seeped its way into his brain.
He stared at the wall of screens that showed that day where you tried to escape. The footage that should have revealed how you managed to open the escape pod was deleted, static replacing what was left. He could already feel how humans began to change his soldiers. They made you think softer and converted your rigid existence into something pliable. He would’ve let you die out there, or even rip out your heart the second you entered that room. But here he was, and there you were. He watched your form on the cameras. You rarely moved, only the occasional turn. The only other being on screen was a doctor checking on you every thirty minutes, which he timed.
Thragg turned to a piece of art that donned his walls, one of the few that still existed. It contained an intricate design of a woman holding the head of another creature triumphantly, she was on a grand battlefield full with blood and fire. This was a former Grand Regent, one of the most bloodthirsty and ruthless. She wouldn’t have hesitated to murder the human that tried to defy her words. The human showed a lack of respect, and if something so insignificant could do that, it could inspire others. Which would prove a much bigger headache than necessary.
“Grand Regent.” Kregg had made his presence known as he walked into Thragg's office. “What do you plan to do with the human?” A simple question, one that should’ve had a simple answer.
“I don’t know yet.” Thragg was being uncharacteristically candid.
“From what I’ve learned about humans, you must keep them preoccupied, or they’re likely to get themselves into trouble.” This was obvious advice, yet Thragg leaned in to listen.
“They have one of those Tee Vee’s that you personally requested, is that not sufficient enough.” Thragg’s head throbbed as he responded.
“It seems that it isn’t working properly. It must be because we are in space and not on Earth.” Thragg rested his head onto his hands, frustration over taking his mind as he grappled around how complex this human thing turned out to be.
“I do have an idea.” Kregg continued. “We could give them some of our history books, we have a vast library that they can access from their room. It keeps them preoccupied and,” he paused his thought as he glanced at the screens that were full of you, “in one place.”
Thragg hummed in confirmation, content with the idea. Hopefully it would prove fruitful and teach the human why they were truly insignificant. He had to remind himself that you were something inconsequential, something replaceable. He saw no need to succumb to your needs when you should be happy to do as he pleases. For the time being this is what had to be done.
“That is all.” Thragg informed Kregg, he turned back over to the cameras, watching as you slept. There was a feeling that laid on his chest that he didn’t recognize as he stared at your squirming form.
The next day you awoke with a bandage wrapped around your self inflicted wound and your nails cut extremely short. So short that the nail bed underneath peaked through and that it hurt due to the exposed underside. You hated to admit that you did have the best sleep of your life, and it wasn’t even a competition. As your eyes slowly opened and you stretched out feeling the ethereal sheets. You tried to soak up all of the good you could before your brain eventually caught up with the fact you were kidnapped and had no chance of escape. It didn’t take long for that dread to creep in.
There was a message on the side table. It was a hologram that took the shape of the words “FOR TODAY.” As you reached your hand out to touch it, it faded away morphing around your fingers. The blue fluorescent light shimmered across your face, coming back once your hand stopped obstructing it. You wanted to ignore the message, to turn over again and close your eyes. You didn’t want to be here and the comfort of the bed certainly didn’t help with this mindset. That was when the beeping started.
At first it was faint, barely registered. You thought it was just the ship making a noise not meant for your ears. Then it slowly got louder, slipping past the thick mountain of covers and weaseling its way into your ears. The harder you ignored it, the stronger it became. You eventually gave in, you had to or it would burst your eardrums with the way the volume ever increased. You slammed the contraption with your hand, causing it to shimmer and fade away. A sigh of relief came out but was quickly turned into a grunt of frustration. You grabbed the small circular disc from where the light was emulating and threw it as hard as you could across the room, aiming for the wall and hoping to shatter it. All it did was bounce off of it and blast its shining light into your eyes.
You murmured a swear as you squirmed your way to it. There was a small button that appeared as you held it, when pressed the beeping ceased. A list of to-do's rolled out, each one more monotonous than the last. Getting dressed was the first one, as if you planned to walk around a cold ship completely naked. You were to meet the Grand Regent in thirty minutes for a meal. That was the next one. You really didn’t want to see him again, but there was really no avoiding the man. You wiped the grog out of your eyes, reaching for the outfit that was laid out for you.
The dark brown jumpsuit was a lot tighter than you had remembered. Staring at the reflection of yourself as the clothes gripped your shape. It accentuated your body, leaving little to the imagination. No wonder everyone had that little flap over their gunk, you thought. As you approached the door, it automatically opened with a form overwhelming yours once again.
“You’re ready, good.” Was all Thragg had said. He stared down at your own form without moving his head downward. You hated how he viewed you as lesser, but you hated how you knew you were. There was nothing you could have done about it. Even if you managed to somehow overpower him, how would you manage to escape this hell hole of a ship?
He began to float off as you rushed to catch up with him, having to take large strides to keep up with his speed. The thought crossed your mind, why weren’t you floating too? There must have been some form of artificial gravity because you weren’t levitating off of the ground right beside him. Honestly it felt as if the weight was heavier than usual. Was that on purpose? To make you have to exert more energy just to walk around? As your brain racked through all of the potential ways you were being mentally tormented, you had arrived at a dining hall. It was massive, just like everything on this ship. The table was lined with an excessive amount of plates and tableware. It was a stark white marble table that spanned the entirety of the room, able to fit twenty people at least. He floated down to the end of the table. You didn’t want to sit directly next to him, but couldn’t sit too far in case you offended him. You still had no idea how he would react if you acted out of line so you sat a few chairs down. Close enough to carry a conversation without shouting, but far enough to give you an early start to run. As if a few extra seconds would be enough, the crick in your neck still present from your arrival.
Thragg cleared his throat. “You will eat.” He had such a way with words you thought, rolling your eyes. His tone was so rigid and lacked any sort of warmth. “Afterwards, we will discuss your role.”
“Role?” You had asked but before you could get an answer, multiple trays of food were carried out by servants. They all wore the brown jumpsuit you had. They placed the plates in front of you and Thragg, unveiling mountains of food. You felt as if you had taken part in an eating challenge where you had to consume your weight in eggs to get a lousy t-shirt. Your senses were overwhelmed as each plate was unveiled. Your stomach growled as you stared down mountains of food, some familiar, some not. You recognized the Earth food, the classic breakfast staples. The thing that worried you most was the more alien cuisine. Piles of light blue tentacles, purple bugs the size of your palm, a giant creature with more eyes than skin. You poked one eye with your fork, which only had two pointed edges, and it squirted a pink substance on the table. You tried your best to ignore how the eyes seemed to follow you around and focused on the food you recognized.
A few moments passed before he finally spoke. “You will be my ward.” He watched as you scarfed down the food that was in reach. You had forgotten just how hungry you were after all that had happened. He grimaced as he continued talking, “I will study you as a human. You will stay out of official business and follow every instruction given to you. You will be given access to only specific areas of the ship, but know this, I will not hesitate to kill you if I find you where you do not belong.”
You froze after the threat, a forkful of some alien substance that tasted like a savory pancake halfway to your mouth. It was less of a threat and more of a promise. You swallowed what was left in your mouth and stared at him. His eyes proved he wasn’t lying. The dark irises bore into your own.
“Understood?” You nodded manically, hopefully getting it across that you did. There was a beeping sound that came from his wrist as he stood up and floated away, his plate still left untouched. “That is all.”
It had happened so fast that it didn’t even register. The neck breaking speed that your body was sent to should've killed you, yet the tight hand gripping your skull wouldn’t allow an inch to move. You couldn’t even scream, or at least you think so. The sound would have been left miles behind before it could travel to your ears so all you could trust was your hoarse throat.
The sensation had stopped as soon as it had started. Your body was still so overwhelmed that you instantly fell to your knees and vomited over what looked to have been a pristine white floor. Attempting to get your bearings as your body reeled against multiple sensations. It smelled obnoxiously clean, as if a substance 10x stronger than bleach was used and scrubbed a million times, yet there was still a faint scent of gore that lingered. As if it could never truly be scraped out. It almost made you throw up again, it was either that or the whiplash. It was extremely bright, unbearably shining against the stark white flooring. The large overhead fluorescent-like lights burning against the pale space was enough to make you keel over if you weren’t already down. You wiped your mouth and looked around, noticing a tall muscular man with one eye staring down at you. A look of insignificance plastered on his face.
“Are you done?” Was all he said. You wanted to give a response, but you knew that was a bad idea as the bile started to encroach upon your throat once again. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “You need to be presentable for the Grand Regent.” He spoke, snapping his fingers at a person in the corner. At first it looked like a person, but the closer it came to you its purple face and many tentacles made itself apparent.
“What the fuck!” You shouldn’t have been that surprised. Honestly that wasn’t the most shocking thing you’ve seen that week. It was more so directed to the man with the thin mustache and red eye. “Where the hell am I? What the fuck is going on?”
As the purple alien began to clean up your mess, he responded condescendingly. “The Grand Regent wanted to see what was so special about humans and you, somehow, were chosen by him.” He gripped your shirt that was drenched in sweat and dragged you to a window that showed only clouds. “We are approaching space, so there is no escape. I am telling you this because if you try to leave, you will die.”
He had said it so matter-of-factly. So clear and concise that you started to believe it. You could feel your head start to swirl as the ship lurched forward and a speaker overhead spoke “prepare for launch.”
“We won’t go far.” The man said. “He still needs to monitor over the planet.” The large window showed the Earth in all its glory as it began to shrink. The idea of even seeing the planet, let alone so small, was so intense you started to become lightheaded. You stumbled on your feet as the ship lurched forward, the tight grip on your collar being the only thing keeping you from falling down. Information was overloading your brain, leaving you unable to focus on anything besides where your house would be as it shrank more and more.
“Humans, so” the man paused thinking of the right word to use, “Fragile.” He let go, seemingly disgusted by how drenched your shirt was as he wiped his hand on his suit.
“Here.” A suit was given to you from another alien with purple skin. It was similar to the aliens, the dark brown color contrasted greatly against the walls and flooring. It didn’t match the one eyed man’s outfit, who wore a pristine white, it appeared that there was a class divide and you were lesser. It was soft at least, softer than anything you’ve ever touched before. “I’ll give you some privacy.”
The man turned around, you weren’t given the option to refuse which was a common theme already. Just as you had started to undress you heard another door open behind you. Your face turned flush as you were caught with your pants down. You scrambled to put the brown one piece on as the one eyed man greeted the person who entered.
“Grand regent!” He said, surprise in his tone. You glanced up to get a peak of this grand regent. He had a permanent scowl affixed on his face. It was clear that he never unclenched his jaw, not even in sleep. If he slept at all. His eyes were a deep brown and he was incredibly fit. His form towered over your own, it didn’t help that he floated a foot off the ground. His uniform was red and white, it was similar to Omni-Mans but with a more intricate cape. He also had a mustache like Omni-Man, however his appearance was drastically different. He had a buzz cut and no grays. He also seemed bigger if that was possible. His muscles threatened to pop out of the tight fabric he wore. Even compared to the other man, who could bench press you without breaking a sweat, he was a giant.
“You may leave Kregg.” He never turned to the other man, his eyes always facing towards your frame. The one eyed man left without another peep.
A moment passed before he spoke again. “Name.” You were taken aback by how direct his question was. It wasn’t even asked, it came across more as a command. You didn’t want to share that information, but you also didn’t want to find out if he could snap your neck like a twig either. So you choose the only real option afforded to you. He had just huffed in response to the answer, not giving his own in return. He floated away.
“Come.” He commanded, not even turning around. As you rushed to his side he continued talking. “I am a Viltrumite. Do you know what that is?”
“Oh like that Invincible guy and his dad.” After you had said that name, the air had shifted. The rage emanating off of him was so intense it almost brought you to your knees.
“Yes.” He muttered through gritted teeth. “Like him.” It was said with so much venom and malice that you instantly understood that you should not bring the subject back up. “There are few of us left, so we came to Earth to get our population back to a suitable number. Your race is the most compatible with ours.”
You nodded along as if this wasn’t insane information being shared. Why were you here if all he wanted to do was breed, does his race work differently? Is he the one who got pregnant? Last time you checked you couldn’t. You didn’t know how to bring this up, so you didn’t.
“You are here so I can see why every Viltrumite who has come into contact with your planet has betrayed their own.”
You continued your walk in silence. The giant spaceship was mostly empty, the only things on the walls were windows showing the great vastness of space. It would have been beautiful to look at if it weren’t for the current circumstances. You instinctively leaned towards the man, as if he would protect you. He peered down at you as you did. After a few more minutes you arrived at a door.
“This is where you will stay.” He put his hand to the door and it opened. The room was larger than your entire apartment. The bed was large enough for you to span across it entirely and still have room. There was even a bathroom and a TV. The walls were a sterile white and there was a large window that looked out into the vast nothingness that was space. You gripped your clothes tightly as his form loomed behind your own.
“Kregg informed me your kind enjoyed, what he called, a T V.” His words were stilted as they came out. “You shall refer to as me Grand Regent Thragg. That is all.” He floated outside of the room and the door shut behind him. It blended in almost perfectly with the wall, the only indication that there was a way out of the room was a little indent where the handle was.
As you held your clothes, the silence began to close around you. It was suffocating. Was this real? Was this just some horrible nightmare? You reached for your arm, rolling up the skin tight sleeve as fast as possible, and pinched as hard as you could. The pain shot through your system as blood was drawn. The thick warm liquid traveled its way down your arm. This couldn’t have been real, it was a dream. A really fucked up, extremely intense, hyper realistic dream that you could not escape from. You stared out of the window with your hand pressed against the chilled glass. The thought of dying crossed your mind, at least your final view would be nice. Exhaustion crashed into your body as you stared at the giant bed before you. Its covers were a stark white just like everything else on this spaceship. You let your body succumb to fatigue as you fell down onto the soft, cloud-like pillows. Your eyelids felt as if there were weights atop them, the last thing you remember were the stars as they blinked at you from light years away.
The med student crashed into his mattress. Calling it a bed would be facetious. It laid on the floor along with a lamp that he had found at a thrift store, Santos had said his room looked sad and like he was being held prisoner by her. The sheets were thin and scratchy and the springs hard. Don’t get him wrong, he was grateful to know he had a place to go. He’s seen so many patients whose only bed was the ones at the hospitals, beds that were far worse. Which he knew from personal experience.
He could feel his entire body melt apart as he laid down. His feet were on fire, his bones ached, and his brain was thumping against his skull. He gripped his head as he thought about if he should take a shower first or eat. His body however, decided for him. He could feel his boxers begin to tighten as his mind drifted to his attending. He couldn’t stop thinking about one moment.
It was a simple procedure, one he’s down hundreds of times, even in that very same emergency room. He just couldn’t shake the idea of failing. Messing up in front of everybody, especially Dr. Robby. He had already fucked up a few times that day. Minute things that he should’ve just forgotten. Things that everyone else would have already forgotten. They pecked at his mind for hours, unrelentingly. He really did try to push them down. To stand up straight, puff his chest forward and be confident. That just wasn’t in his nature.
So when Dr. Robby said to him that he was going to be doing the incision, he felt his stomach drop. He knew it wasn’t an option and with everyone staring at him and the patient laying down on the table, painkillers already taking effect, he knew he was stuck. As he made his way to the operating table his mind flashed him with all the mistakes he made that day. Whether it be making an awkward joke to try and get his ratings up and it falling completely flat or even misdiagnosing a patient, it made its presence known. He could feel it all clamoring against his skull, fighting to take up as much space in his brain as possible.
He heard a faint noise, his name from behind him that took him out of his trance.
“-taker. Earth to Whitaker. You with us?” His attending said.
“Yeah, sorry.” He picked up the scalpel, and looked at the patient on the operating table. They were already pumped full of pain meds and could barely feel anything, let alone know they were on the operating table and that a resident was about to cut them open and-
He felt a grip on his shoulders as someone shifted behind him. The hold dug right into his shoulder blades, forcing his back to straighten and his brain to clear. He could smell the hint of a cologne. It was bitter and minty. It reminded him of a lake in the morning. The smell of cigarette smoke fresh on the weathered hands that grabbed him.
“You got this.” Dr. Robby reassured.
“We don’t got all day.” said a nurse or another doctor, Whitaker didn’t know. He couldn’t turn his head with the hands of Dr. Robby holding him. All he could do was look down at his patient. Whitaker had begun the incision, his hand was still but there was obvious hesitation in his movement.
“Just like that. Slow and steady.” Dr. Robby had said, the ghost of his hands never leaving Whitaker's skin. When he had finished the procedure he was pulled aside by Robby, the grip of his hands squeezing his shoulders once again as he dragged him to a side room.
“Good job there Whitaker. I know I jumped that on you out of nowhere, but you did a good job.”
Whitaker awkwardly accepted the complement, thanking him for giving him a chance.
“You know if you need anything-“
“Yeah I know,” Whitaker interrupted. “I can talk to the resident social worker.” He didn’t want to come across as rude but he’s said this to him almost everyday since his first day.
“I was act…” Dr. Robby paused as he looked down at Whitakers’ chest.
“Robby, I need you.” A voice had shouted from behind the curtain.
Whitaker drifted back to his room, grabbing his dick through his scrubs, and stared at his ceiling. He didn’t know if he wanted to jerk off or not, even if his dick was screaming at him. It pressed against his underwear, threatening to breach through the cheaply made scrubs. His mind drifted to what he would jerk off to, his mind instantly drifting to that moment of Dr. Robby. He always touched Whitaker, either to grab his attention or to move him to a different position. This time was different, more intimate. Maybe it was just because he may have been forming a crush on his attending, the worst person possible, worse than getting a crush on Santos. She would never let him live it down and probably kick him in the balls because of it.
He could still feel the ghost of his hands on his back, forcing him to stand up straight. His parents always said he should fix his posture, but he was just a natural sloucher. His parents saw it as disrespectful. Whitaker closed his eyes as he fished out his hard cock. His shoes were already off and left by the door so all he had to do was slide his scrubs off of his legs. He also took off the pair of gym shorts he would always wear under them in case an incident happened where he had to change in front of patients again.
He stared at the bulge in his boxers as it stood at attention. His cock throbbed as he fished it out of his pants. It wasn’t small, but it wasn’t big either. All of the porn stars he watched were bigger than him, but that just comes with the industry. He was average, nothing to be ashamed of, but nothing to be particularly proud of.
He needed to trim his pubes. He made a mental note and began to stroke himself. Slowly, he rubbed up and down. His calloused hands were rough against his soft cock. When he closed his eyes again he saw Dr. Robby. He was wearing his light gray jacket and had his reading glasses on. His Star of David necklace hung low, meeting his chest hair. His hair was messy, looking like he was stressed out about something, but to be fair when was he not.
What do you need Whitaker?
He said more so as a statement than a question. He had only glanced at Whitaker, looking back at whatever was in his hands. He imagined Robby looming over him, naturally being taller. Looking down with furrow brows. Dennis loved how his beard had greys in it. He loved how his wrinkles were so deep.
Well? Spit it out?
Dennis couldn’t speak. He had begun to stroke himself faster, causing precum to leak out of his tip.
Are you jerking off on the clock?
The degrading tone he imagined made him grow even hotter than before. He could feel himself reaching his climax.
Are you going to cum that fast Whitaker? Didn’t you just start?
Again with the degrading tone. This time it pushed him over the edge, his sperm shooting out of his cock. He groaned as he climaxed, flexing his head back as he stroked himself until all of his cum left his cock. It covered his hand and launched far enough to land on his shirt. He opened his eyes and saw the mess he made and knew he had to take a shower now. He leaned up, ready to get up until he heard Dr. Robby say something.
I’m not finished with you yet Whitaker.
This time he didn’t have his glasses on and the sleeves on his jacket were rolled up, showing his hairy arms. Whitaker felt a spark shoot up his spine. He could feel Dr. Robby grab his shoulders, forcing him back onto the mattress.
Go ahead. Get hard again.
Whitaker still hasn’t fully recovered from his first orgasam but his cock seemed to not care about that. He was now sitting up, his back against the wall as he began to stroke himself once again. His cum spread all over his cock becoming a makeshift lubricant. He thought of Robby sitting behind him, his hand replacing his own as he continued to stroke himself. He knew that Robby’s hand was bigger and softer, not experiencing years of farm work. He could still pretend. Pretend to feel the tight grip of his hand stroking himself slowly. It was too slow, even after just cumming. He began to fuck into his own grip, desperate for more stimulation.
Calm down Whitaker, we only just started.
He began to moan softly to himself as he held himself back, appeasing the doctor in his mind. His shirt kept coming down over his dick so he used his free hand to lift it up and bit the end of it so it would stop falling down.
He sped up his pace, building his climax up, trying to climb the high that he so desperately craved. Please, he thought to Dr. Robby. He wanted to cum again so bad, couldn’t he see that?
Not yet Whitaker.
His head began to throb as he continued to stroke himself faster and faster. He imagined now his own hand on his cock, jerking himself off as Dr. Robby stared down at him with his arms crossed. His piercing gaze was blurry in his mind, all he could really make out was his deep brown eyes and a grimace on his face.
Whitaker's moans were muffled by his shirt which was soaked with his sweat and spit. He could only whimper as he continued to stroke himself, desperate to get off as many times as possible. He begged the Doctor in his mind to let him release one more time. He could feel himself climbing once again. The pleasure grew as his grip tightened around his cock.
I said not yet.
He couldn’t take it anymore. He could see the sperm traveling up his shaft as his balls tightened. He spilled himself all over his own stomach and bed. The consistency started to become more like a liquid and less sticky, the color also began to appear more clear. He let out a groan that was embarrassingly loud. The saliva drenched fabric of his shirt was heavy and stuck to his skin after dropping out of his mouth. This was his second time masturbating that night. He only came that much when he lost his virginity to his sophomore girlfriend in high school. He could feel the pain from the overstimulation of his cock. His tip was red and sore, his hand began to lock up.
I didn’t say you could cum.
The Robby in Dennis’ head berated him. He imagined what his face would have looked like. He would be disappointed. His brows would have been furrowed, he would’ve looked down at him like a puppy who just peed in their cage. Dennis knew better than to not follow direct orders. He had to learn his lesson. He gripped himself once more, rubbing the now flaccid cock awake. The blood swam slowly to it, his body exhausted from the long day already.
I said get hard again.
Whitaker tore his soaking shirt off and laid his head down on his pillow. The cold air caused his arrector pili muscles to contract, creating goosebumps. He felt a pressure in his stomach when his dick stood at attention. He wouldn’t cum again until told to. He couldn’t last any longer if he did.
Whitaker's sweaty body was now splayed about his bed, drenching it. He tried to stroke himself back to working order, but his body was too exhausted. It hurt just touching it. His eyes were shut so tight that it began to hurt, but he didn’t want any tears to leak out.
I know you’re tired, but keep going. For me.
When he imagined Dr. Robby asking him so nicely to get hard again, he got lightheaded. All the blood in his body shifted down to his cock as it slowly rose to attention. It was red, raw and sore. All of his cum had slowly started to harden on his body.
You know what to do Whitaker.
He felt a hot tear fall down his cheek as he began stroking himself one last time. He imagined Dr. Robby’s soft hands around his own. He imagined the soft kisses that he would leave on his neck as he held him in his arms.
The thought of this made his cock twitch in his grasp and balls to tighten. There was an intense pressure in them that hurt. He picked up his pace, trying to cum one more time as quickly as possible. He was already so tired from his long shift, and now after cumming so many times he was utterly exhausted.
Just breathe Whitaker. Enjoy yourself.
He could feel another tear fall down his cheek as he slowed himself down. His head was thumping against his skull and his leg tightened as he slowly reached another peak.
Just like that. Slow and steady.
His throat tightened as he swallowed his spit, the only thing keeping him hydrated. There was more pain than pleasure coursing through his body, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to keep feeling good.
Inhaling short breaths, he built up his pace and tightened his grip once more, this was going to be the last one, it had to be. He was already pushing his body past its limit, and he knew that. Dr. Robby knew that too.
“Please….” Whitaker murmured under his breath. It was barely audible with his throat tightening around nothing. He was so incredibly dehydrated and weak that he was surprised he could still move his hand. He began to cramp as he thought about it, making him slow down once again, slipping from his peak once again.
I said be patient Whitaker.
“I’m, so, tired.” Each word separated by a heavy breath.
I know, but keep going. For me.
He felt a second wind build up inside of him as he started stroking faster than he had before. He didn’t care that he started to chafe, he didn’t care that his tip was so red and inflamed that he dreaded what it would feel like to pee. He didn’t care that he was hurting all over his body, because he knew it would be worth it. Even for just one second, to feel the praise of Robby.
With that last thought he felt his stomach lurch forward with a sharp pain. His testicles tightened as they shot one last bit of sperm. It was almost completely clear and extremely similar to a liquid. There wasn’t a lot, but it was still there. His legs were sore and his arm had gone limp from overexertion.
“Fuck…” Dennis’ head was throbbing and his eyes stung. He wiped away a tear that had stained his cheek and was embarrassed by just how gross he had become. His hand and stomach were covered in semen and drenched in sweat. There was an overwhelming smell of sex that even he was grossed out a little. He wanted to get up to open the window but he could barely move his legs. He knew he needed to get cleaned up, that Robby would want him to get clean but his eyes were so heavy. His body was betraying him once again as his limbs turned to stone. He fell into a dreamless sleep and was only woken by a tight pain in his stomach from a lack of food.
Hello there! May I please request Riz with a small hervivore darling who is very mellow and warm (both literally and figuratevely)? I was thinking a sheep would be fitting! She tends to be rather scattered brained and oblivious, so he might want to keep an eye out for her. I'm in dier need of protective Riz... Though I'd appreciate some fluff as well, if it's not too much to ask (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) Thank you so much!
Riz with an oblivious darling
She tended to wander around a lot. Absentmindedly thinking about what she would have for lunch or what show she should watch later that night. That’s when she bumped into the bear, completely lost in her own world.
When Riz first ran into the sheep, he felt the wool first. It was softer than a cloud, and he was instantly entranced. When the sheep stumbled, his instincts kicked in as he reached to grab her before she fell. His long claws reaching past the thick, fluffy wool. Gripping tightly on its arm.
He was so used to being able to control his instincts around herbivores, but that all changed in that fleeting interaction. You thanked him for the help and apologized for bumping into him, and continued walking. You turned a corner, the only proof that you and him interacted was the fleeting scent of your wool, and the white tuffs of it deep in his claws.
He wanted to chase after you, but he knew how that would look. A large, ferocious carnivore going after such a weak, clueless herbivore. He couldn’t help but salivate at the thought of it. His form towering over yours, you never having to worry about anybody ever again. You can live in your little daydream for as long as you wish.
He thought about it for the rest of the day, waiting for class to be over to search for you before you retreated to the safety of your dorm.
He couldn’t help but think about how you weren’t truly safe. He knew just how ferocious carnivores are, especially when you’re such an easy target. The thought of someone devouring you made his blood boil. He lifted his paw up to his snout and attempted to track the feint sent that you had left. He knew he had to find you before something bad happened.
The second he found you, he knew he had to take you somewhere he could watch you. The easiest course of action was to just ask you bluntly. From your short interaction, he could tell you were overly trusting, too lost in your own brain to care about anything else outside of it. He knew that just asking for you to come to his dorm wouldn’t work, so instead he offered a meal. Really anything to sweeten the deal, and get you to trust him.
He wasn’t surprised that you remembered him from before, but he was surprised that you weren’t so scared of him. You actually wanted to see him again, to thank him again for saving you (even if the worst that would’ve happened is a sore ass). This made him fall even deeper.
Riz felt as if your instincts were broken. You should have been terrified, you shouldn’t even be this close to him. You shouldn’t have come into his dorm so easily. It’s as if you didn’t even think before stepping. This only made his hunger for you grow.
Riz would want to enter a relationship as quick as possible. He convinced himself that if you were together there would be no reason to ever be apart. He could follow you around for hours and it wouldn’t be weird.
I’d imagine he would get jealous easily. He would be fine if you interacted with other people but he needed to be there. He couldn’t trust anybody else and wanted to protect something he saw as pure. He would love if you held hands while walking around, you could get lost in your mind while he directed you. It would fill his heart with so much joy.
It’s been a minute since I’ve written for beastars so I hope it’s not too out of character haha. Also sry for not posting so much T-T college has been kicking my butt and I’m just not that into the current fandoms I have listed. Sorry 💔
HCs of Platonic!Yandere Legoharu with a gn!mole reader friend that starts out as one of Haru's only friends before Legoshi came along and now both are friendship yanderes for mole platonic darling. Please and thank you.
Platonic!Yandere LegoHaru
Being a member of the garden club was natural for a mole like you. Digging came natural, and you loved the smell of dirt. There was only one other person, a dwarf rabbit, whose reputation far preceded her.
You knew about the rumors, you also knew how rumors can change. How a spark can create a forest fire. What really surprised you was her attitude. She was always cheery, almost ambivalent towards the rumors that followed her around. The whispers that she obviously catches with her large ears. Yet, she was nice to you.
She knew you knew about the rumors yet she still treated you fairly. People have come to the roof to make a joke about joining the Garden Club. Her reaction made that clear when you first came with your slip filled out.
“What is it that you want? Here to mock me? Well at least you’re doing it to my face and not behind a corner. Well go ahead, spit it out!”
You were taken aback by her aggression, but still persisted to join her club. She saw that you were serious, and not just trying to yank the carpet from under her.
She wanted to test your will, see just how far she could push you. She made you move around many bags of dirt, just to have to move them again, repot all of the flowers, and clean the clubhouse completely, dusting and sweeping every nook and cranny.
When you did all of that, the sun was beginning to go down and she was still shocked at you not giving up. If it was a prank you wouldn’t have done anything, and if you were just trying to join a club so you could put it on your college resume you would’ve given up by now. She must’ve read you wrong.
She doesn’t apologize upfront to you about misreading the situation, but she did say she wanted to see you the next day. So it seems it’s official, you’re apart of the gardening club.
When you make it to the roof the next day there’s another person there. Someone much larger, and scarier. The grey wolf stares at you silently, sniffing the air softly. You walk past him, ignoring your body screaming at you to run away.
“Excuse me.” He said in a soft tone, keeping his hands behind his back and shrinking his body. “Uhm…” he lifted his hand to scratch his face, the long claws fingering his snout. “Do you know where Haru is? The little dwarf rabbit.” He moved his hand to accentuate just how small Haru was, she barely made it up to his knee.
“I don’t know. Yesterday was my first day so she could be doing something.” You picked up a bag of dirt and began moving it to some plants that looked like it could use some soil.
“Oh, okay.” He said, his voice disheveled and his tail tucked under him.
You felt bad for him. So you offered that he could help you while he waited, which he agreed to do. Canines were always eager to please. He quickly went to work, grabbing triple the amount of bags you could carry and just looked at you as if he wasn’t even strained, his tail happily wagging. “Where do you want these?”
After a few hours of him helping out, cleaning the gutters that towered over you and Haru, grabbing the hose that was put on the top shelf even though you specifically put it on the bottom shelf yesterday, Haru eventually appeared.
She saw you working with Legoshi and started to get excited. She didn’t want to show it so she pretended to get onto Legoshi for messing something up, grinning at you when his back was turned. You just giggled in response.
You began working on some flower beds that weren’t given attention yet when you saw Legoshi and Haru talking to each other. The wolf was knelt down to meet her eyes. When he caught your eyes, Haru also turned and she waved first, Legoshi just stuck out his hand. They were so different yet they were so close you thought.
When you finished up the plant beds Haru appeared behind you and asked if you wanted to go to dinner with her. Well, it went more like “Hey, me and Legoshi are going to head to dinner.” And she grabbed your arm, dragging you away from the plants.
The fresh dirt still on your paws as you were dragged along. You appreciated the invite though. Even if it came with weird stares from carnivores and herbivores alike.
The next thing you knew, Haru was following you all around campus, along with Legoshi who followed Haru all around campus. Haru would study with you, would eat all meals with you. When you woke up she would be right outside your dorm waiting for you. Legoshi also wanted this but was less extreme.
If anybody tried anything with you she would instantly stand up for you, however she had scary boyfriend privileges so the opportunity to prove that she could defend you never showed up. She made you know that she would if you needed it!
LegoHaru as yandere’s would be pretty good in my opinion. As long as you don’t mind a very clingy bunny and wolf I think all will be well.
Can I request Yandere glamrock Freddy and Monty x Gregory's older sister please
Like the reader was looking for her brother and broke in and they bump into them and they fall for the reader
Yandere Freddy and Monty x Greg’s Older Sis
You never liked this place. The smell of stale pizza and over priced soda just gave you a headache, and all the screaming children were just the cherry on top.
Your brother, however, loved it. He wanted to be here forever, and that’s why you were currently crawling around in a vent looking for him.
You were given responsibility to make sure he came home safely and when it came close to closing time he was nowhere to be found. You managed to escape the security bots but at the cost of crawling your way through a cramp dusty vent.
When you got to the end of the vent you had to kick the grate off of its hinges, causing a loud sound to echo in the empty hall outside. You cringed at the sound, peaking your head out to find no security bots.
You jumped down, spotting a shoe that you knew belonged to Gregory. You picked it up and followed your only clue as to where he may be, an open security door.
You peered around every corner, always on edge. You gripped Gregory’s shoe like it was your only connection to him. A lifeline that you couldn't afford to lose. The Pizza Plex was surprisingly eerie at night. All of the lights were on yet it was completely empty, the only sound that could be heard was a faint song in the distance and the wheels of robots on the ground.
You walked around long enough to reach the main stage. It was lit up with blinding lights, and giant holograms of the infamous animatronics. They creeped you out the most. They’re lifelike movements and personalities always put you on edge.
The lights had distracted you just long enough for a security bot to find you, setting off the alarm.
You ran, not sure where to. You thought if you got as far away as possible from where you originally got caught then you’d be fine.
It was a great plan, you thought, a fool-proof one even. However you forgot to actually look where you were running to. You were too worried about what would’ve appeared behind you that you completely forgot about in front of you.
You slammed your head against something hard. A loud clang was followed by you falling on the floor. You looked up to see a giant animatronic bear standing in front of you.
“Hello!” It’s ears wiggled as it waved its hand at you. You were stuck, frozen in place on the sticky, gross floor. Your head throbbing from the recent collision and ass sore from slamming on the ground.
Just run, you thought to yourself. If you go now you might still be able to get out of here with your life. Why were you so scared of some stupid robot. It wasn't even a real bear. It had the long claws and sharp teeth of one but its eyes stared into yours, they were all too lifelike. The bright blue led lights illuminated your face. You didn't trust it, even if you could feel no aggression coming from it.
It got down on one of its knees, meeting you at your level. “Your nose is bleeding.” You wiped your hand under your nose, confirming that you were in fact having a nose bleed. “Come on, let’s go to the infirmary and patch you up.” He put out his hand, urging you to grab it.
You instinctively swatted at it and scrambled away. You could feel the blood trickle down from your nose, meeting your lips that also began to bruise. You got a few feet away from it then realized that your hand was absent of a shoe. You turned around to spot that the robot was holding it, placing it inside of its stomach for later use.
"Hey give that back." You started to run to it but the back of your shirt was grabbed, your momentum pulling you back as you were lifted up.
"Well, what do we have here?" A voice said behind you. You thrashed around, not wanting to find out what it was coming from. "Calm down will ya?" It shook you around, still gripping onto your shirt.
The robot bear approached you, causing you to panic even more. "Let me go!" You shouted as you could feel your heart beating in your ears.
"Not until you calm down." Said the voice from behind. Your body began to tire from thrashing so much. Your adrenaline running dry. You could feel yourself succumb to defeat.
You craned your neck to look behind you, seeing that it was the scariest animatronic of them all, and this one you knew by name. It had the worst history of them all and was the most violent. You froze once again, it's eyes catching yours. It gave a toothy grin.
"Come on Monty, we have to take her to the infirmary."
"What because of some nosebleed?"
"Yes, it's the rules."
"What if I don't want to follow the rules, goody two shoes, what if I take her to my room for the rest of the night?" Said the alligator. You could feel yourself get light headed as the conversation continued. You could feel yourself becoming nauseas and tired. Your body couldn't fight anymore. Your throat was dry and your stomach was empty. You were at the mercy of these two animatronics that you despised.
And to top it all off, you failed to find your brother. You couldn't even hold onto his shoe which was currently inside of the orange bear in front of you.
They continued talking between each other. You didn’t care to listen. Your feet dangled as Montgomery continued to hold you.
“Okay fine, we’ll do a check up.”
“Finally, now let me see her-“
“Nuh huh Freddy, I’m holding her.” He scooped you up and held you in a bridal position as the bear just sighed and started his way towards the infirmary. Your nose had stop bleeding but the blood had stained your shirt. The taste of copper on your tongue.
You had just begun to accept your fate when you heard the gator say “I can’t believe that there’s two runts who managed to sneak past security and stay over night.”
“We don’t know where the other is but maybe she does.” Freddy responded with, turning around and flashing a smile at you. “But for now we’ll take care of the one that we found.”
Riz has always taken care of others. Everyday he makes food for his dorm. He loved to cook but after awhile he began to tire. With no thank you’s from his dorm mates and him having to spend most of his savings on fresh ingredients, it just became overwhelming.
It was lunch and he forgot to make himself something. He was so preoccupied with breakfast that it just slipped his mind. His mind overflowed with thoughts of food. His stomach growled and his mind blanked, conjuring only food. A fresh tomato from the market, a new package of tofu, a chocolate bar that was oh so sweet. His brain continued until someone sat next to him.
They looked at him with a soft smile and asked if he wanted to split their lunch. He was mumbling under his breath and slightly salivating. He wiped some of the drool away and agreed to trying some of it.
The aroma hit him almost instantly when the box was opened. There was a sandwich that was already split into two along with a thermos filled with soup. Saliva dripped down his snout as he stared.
“Here you go.” The stranger handed him the sandwich half. He tried to be polite and take his time. To not turn into a beast that hasn’t eaten in days. He took a small bite and felt an explosion of flavors in his mouth. He turned to the stranger once again and saw that they poured him a little bit of soup in their thermos cap for him. He took a gulp of it and felt pure bliss. The stranger just chuckled. “You must’ve been hungry.”
“Yeah I uh, skipped breakfast today.” He admitted. Riz took another bite of the sandwich, this time it was bigger.
“Well that’s not good, you know it’s the most important meal of the day, right? Here.” The stranger poured him more soup and smiled.
“You don’t have to do all of this.” Riz felt guilty. This stranger just came up to him and started sharing their food with him.
“Don’t worry about that, just eat your food.” The stranger took another bite out of their half. “How about I treat you to breakfast tomorrow, that way you won’t have to worry about remembering to eat it.”
It’s not like he had a problem with remembering that breakfast was a thing, it’s just he never had the time to make it for himself, especially with midterms coming up. “Well, that does sound nice.”
“It’s settled then! I’ll prepare you a nice big breakfast. You should swing by my dorm in the morning.” They grabbed one of their napkins and wrote their dorm room down and handed it to Riz.
“Thank you, I don’t know how to repay you for this.”
“Just come hungry and that’s all the thanks I need.” They walked away with their empty lunch box, already thinking of what to meal prep for their new giant friend.
Hello party people, I come with substance. It is another smut fic but this time with Allan and Ken. I’ve been working on it for a hot minute and I finally finished it! It’s really angsty tbh but I love that shit so…
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
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Tem being obsessive over a big reader? Despite his small size, I can imagine him being controlling and using his acting skills to emotionally manipulate his darling
Yandere Tem- Gaslighting
He’s a professional gaslighter
He knows that you could rip him to shreds and he liked that
He liked that you were physically stronger than him, yet he controlled the real power.
He knew you wouldn’t do anything to him, you couldn’t. How could you hurt someone like him?
He’s easily pushed around, while walking in the hallway you could accidentally bump into him and he’ll sprawl against the floor, looking up with teary eyes.
You thought he was playing around but he was insistent that you actually hurt him. As he got up by himself, he walked away from you, holding his arm as if it was broken.
You two were walking to the same class so it’s not like he could avoid you.
You sat beside him in the lecture hall and tried to pry his attention away from the window he was dramatically staring in.
“Are you seriously mad at me dude?”
“Yes ‘dude.’” He spat out the nickname as he stayed turned away, wincing and gripping his arm.
You just ignore him for the rest of the class, he can’t keep this act up all day.
When the bell rings, he attempts to pick up his books but his arm is causing quite the problem.
You sigh as you grab them from him and do it for him. You apologize about his arm and continue about your day. His arm seems better after you’re carrying his bag to his next class.
You ignore it, thinking it’s just some placebo affect taking place.
If crossovers are okay with you may I request hcs for a fnaf x beastars crossover with yandere toy bonnie having a smaller herbivore darling?
Yandere Toy Bonnie x Beastars Crossover
Toy Bonnie would be a bunny so they’re already small so I would imagine this darling to either be a chipmunk or just a smaller bunny.
If you were a smaller bunny he would make fun of just how small you are. Bunnies are already naturally small but you’re just laughably small.
Since he was bullied over how he was small he would hold it over your head without any remorse. Playing with your ears, grabbing at your tail. Anything to point out how small you were compared to him.
He was a very sociable bunny nether the less. He was mostly bullied in grade school about his height but when he grew up they slowly faded. His friends now playfully tease him about his height but he pretends it doesn’t bother him. For the most part it doesn’t, but on a bad day it really upsets up.
When you were the new student, he instantly pounced onto you. He let all of his pent up aggression onto you. Who would defend you anyways? You were the new kid, the only person who actually talked to you was him. He rubbed his reputation onto you.
You were unlucky enough to have him in every class as well.
Eventually you just learned to live with his insults, succumbing to the realization that you could never get away from him. Teachers excused his behavior by just him having a silly crush on you, others didn’t care enough to intervene. The last time someone did, it didn’t end so well for them.
And that’s exactly how he wanted it. For you to feel trapped, as if there was no escape from him, because there wasn’t.
You weren’t really close with Vanessa. She always kept her distance from you.
Originally you were one of the day security guards. You worked the closing shift so you would see her in the changing room from time to time.
You tried approaching her every once in awhile. Saying hi but getting no response. Asking what her weekend plans were but getting a very blunt answer back. At some point you just gave up trying.
When you were promoted to the night shift you were excited. No more having to deal with shitty kids with their even shittier parents. Plus double the pay?! Who WOULD reject that?
The worst part was Vanessa. You’d be taking some of her shifts, but she deserves the rest. She works every night at the pizza plex and deserves a day life AND a night life. One that didn’t revolve around pizza and singing robots.
You signed all the necessary paperwork, and got prepared for the night.
Your list of things were to wander the pizza plex at least every other hour and that when the animatronics were out, to stay in your room unless absolutely necessary. Sounds simple enough, the worst part would be the boredom that would inevitably appear.
You did your first walk around and everything seemed alright. All the cleaning bots and security bots were working.
After your walk around you pulled out your phone. There was nothing better to do.
After about 30 minutes you got an alert on your computer screen saying that movement was detected. You used the camera to survey the room but found nothing that could have triggered it. You decide to just pretend it was a glitch and continue wasting time on your phone .
The next alert you got was that the animatronics were let out. You were told that this was normal. You roam an hour, then they do, then you roam etc.
You couldn’t help but scroll through the cameras and watch them wander around. What mischief could they possibly get into when no one was around. Monty went straight to his exhibit and so did Roxy but with hers, Chica was in the cafeteria while Freddy stayed in his room.
Another alert caught your attention and you jerked your head to see what it was. This time it was closer to your security room. It didn’t flash that an intruder was there, but instead that a fire had started.
You grabbed the emergency fire extinguisher and rushed out to the hallway. Your heartbeat was the only thing you could hear as you followed your mental map of the pizza plex, eventually making it to the fire.
You successfully extinguished it but before you could calm down and find the source, you were tackled down by something. You were so shocked by the experience that you dropped the extinguisher.
Your arms and legs were pressed down by a giant animatronic alligator. You tried pleading with it but all it did was stare at you with purple eyes, it looked lifeless. Normally they were so full of personality, you knew this because you had to watch over their concerts and meet and greats.
However he had a thousand yard stare and slightly slacked jaw as he gripped your wrists down.
The next thing you could hear was static. Your vision began to redden and blur. Monty released his grip from you, leaving red marks. You could barely move as your stomach churned. However you could peer your neck around and you could see the other animatronics standing in the doorways, just as lifeless as Monty was.
The static got louder and your vision blurred even more as a skipping figure appeared in your vision. It was a bunny.
You didn’t recognize it. It wasn’t in the line up and you never heard of any rumors of them adding in a new animatronic.
No it couldn’t have been an animatronic, it’s movements were too lifelike. You could applause the craftsmanship of the main cast all day but they still had their quirks that just barely broke the reality.
But this one, was clearly human.
It skipped around the room, as if it wanted to toy with you. You tried getting up but the weight was unbearable.
It spoke but it was barely audible over the increasing static. The voice being barely recognizable. As it got closer to your face you saw the knife it brandished.
It pressed the cold blade against your hot skin. Making you look up into red, lifeless eyes.
You tried running away but your body was frozen in place.
“Are you having fun yet?” It said as it pressed its knife further into your neck, drawing blood.
As it dropped down the knife you finally recognized the voice. It was your co worker Vanessa. You tried pleading with her but all she did was look through you.
She was finally through with your whining and began to slowly gab the knife into your throat. The more you begged the deeper it went.
You’ll learn this lesson soon enough. She’ll promise that.
