He'd mutter under his breath, two hands wrapped around the skinny twig of a willow tree prepared to snap it in two. He sounded half-joking as he spoke the wish, embarrassed that he's desperate enough to try wishing for your love instead of asking you out like a normal person.
But if there was even a slight chance it would work, he'd do it. He'd do anything for you.
A snap. The 'one wish willow' broke apart in his hands. Two smaller pieces now in his grasp promising him that his wish would come true.
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Obsessed ( pun intended ) with the idea of a yandere x reader fanfic with the same plot as Obsession and y/n brings the horror/yandere part instead of whoever the character is :')
Out of everyone, who would go the full nine yards on a date to impress reader? Opening every door possible, being so sweet it rot your teeth, refusing to let you pay a dime, etc.etc...
heheheehehehhehe I GOT u….
dc:
Bruce Wayne has the money to lavish upon you and he’ll happily do it. Cost is no issue and he wants to make sure that you’re absolutely attended to. He’s going to take the time and effort to make sure that you’re the focus of attention and that his only desire is pleasing you.
Tim Drake is endearingly smitten as he compliments how you look, as he opens every door for you, as he cheerfully (shyly) tells you that you can order whatever you want and he’s got tickets for that movie you wanted to see that you mentioned a few weeks ago—it’s so so clear he just wants to impress you
Clark Kent has that sweet boyish charm where every single time that he looks at you, he looks like he’s the luckiest man in the world and he can’t believe his good luck. When he takes you to that Thai food place you’ve mentioned, he acts like he’s hit the jackpot and does everything to guarantee your good graces and a second date
John Stewart is an absolute pro at making you feel attended to, looked after, and accommodating to your every interest; he already knows all your likes and dislikes and when the two of you go out to dinner, he’s got an itinerary planned with everything you like—he’s prepared for this and wants to make sure you know how much he cares
marvel:
Steve Rogers has that gentlemanly quality that just makes you feel butterflies—he wants to make sure that you’re given the time and space for him to really spoil you. He’s a little old fashioned but it shines through how clearly he wants you to feel seen and spoiled—and you clearly appreciate it
T’Challa is regal and poised but when he gives you a look after a sumptuous banquet, the tentative, soft way that he asks if you’ve enjoyed yourself is so endearing to you—he spares no expense to ensure that you’re given the experience of a lifetime
Kurt Wagner wines and dines with the best of them—he has a swinging restaurant to take you to, a classic movie experience in the park, and swing dancing planned for the late evening. Oh, you don’t know how to dance, honey? Don’t worry—he’ll hold you close and guide you through the steps as he romances you the whole night long
Scott Summers is really trying his goddamn best—he’s a little more stiff and takes some time to loosen up but it’s so clear from everything he’s set up—a picnic on the lawn, stargazing at the park; he wants so very badly to make you smile. And you do, and more
extras:
Hellboy is absolutely pulling out all the stops. He’s talking with the BPRD to make sure that that restaurant you’ve mentioned a few times is going to have the nicest view of the city for the two of you to dine on. He might not be able to hold the glass properly but the two of you are having the absolute best time as he watches you with total heart eyes.
Mark Grayson might not know all the expert ways to romance a person, but he’s got his earnest passion and he’s absolutely trying his best to make sure that you’re having a memorable time. Complimenting your looks, talking about how lucky he is to go with you—he’s smitten for certain
Nanami Kento is trying his goddamn best to impress you. To spoil you the entire time and ensure that you’re looked after, gently sharing some of the information about the food or the wine—you don’t even have to want for anything and you’re absolutely taken care of and looking to pay him back afterwards….
had fun with this but that’s all I got……..adios……..
crazy ass husbands gang + YANDERE ALPHABET / LETTER A
CONTENT: gender!neutral reader, race!neutral reader, yandere behavior — YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?
Hellboy - Loudly. His love is boisterous. As possessive as it is warm. His hand on your hip, tugging you inappropriately close during meetings. Endless shouts of ‘babe!’ through the echoing bureau halls until you’ve no choice but to turn, no matter how many agents are around to catch the exchange (he always waits until the halls are teeming with people). You live dangerous lives. Hellboy has met some of the bravest, most accepting souls that have ever walked the Earth by working with the BPRD. He’s also watched most of those people die. All the loss keeps him painfully aware of the gift that being with you is. It’s only with you he feels like more than a weapon, a ticking doomsday clock for humanity. With you, he’s a person. You’ll have to forgive him for holding you too tight; or watching you from alleys and rooftops when he swore the last time you caught him would be the last time he’d do it, scouts honor. He just can’t lose anyone else. Let alone you.
Robert Neville - Protection and tenderness; but the way Robert lost everything when the world ended has left its clear mark. A wound never healed. Only ignored, because to acknowledge the weight of everything stolen from him would be too great a risk. He can’t save what’s left of the world if he’s having a psychotic break brought on by grief. And it’s playing with something far more dangerous than fire to fall in love again when monsters still lurk in the dark. Greedy instruments in the utter destruction of humanity. Sometimes the grief, the fear, makes him unreasonable; he knows.
If his paranoia were unfounded, he could get control of himself. But it isn’t. The world is dangerous, and it makes Robert's hackles rise when you step outside the safety of his perfectly reinforced home into the messy, uncontrolled chaos of this city he used to love, ravaged by a violent virus and the vicious passage of time. He thinks about putting his foot down one day and telling you there won’t be anymore trips outside. Thinks of reaching for the countenance of the gentler man he used to be as he breaks that news. Softening the blow by saying all the things he’s avoided till now—like ‘I love you’ and ‘I can’t risk losing you’—instead of what’s most likely to come tumbling out, the scientist masquerading as drill sergeant, shouting ‘This is not up for debate’. He could withstand your hate if it meant ensuring one person he loved survived.
Homelander - Things get scary fast. The animalistic part of the brain that flashes neon red danger signs in the minds of other people must be broken in you. It isn’t entirely your fault, though. Homelander put on such a show for you. Prince charming. Considerate, of the sudden fame and the weight of so many people’s expectations. Romantic, almost boyish, as he presented you with bouquets of roses so perfect they seemed plucked from a movie. Came to meetings with you and didn’t allow you to be talked over or bullied into choices you weren’t comfortable with. He put all his acting prowess into the role of the century… being your hero.
And all the little worms and ingrates hovering at the edges of your world who watched you fall into the trap with pity didn’t dare open their mouths to warn you. It wasn’t worth their lives—especially because it wouldn’t even save you. No one could save you. Not from him.
His affection is a cage. He just doesn’t put you in one.
Maybe there’s a noble reason behind that, some actual modicum of love. An inability to put you through something that damaged him down to the foundations of his personhood. Or maybe he just knows he doesn’t need to.
He can hear your heartbeat from two cities away. Can fly halfway across the world in the time it takes most people to sneeze and wipe their nose. Vought would do anything to keep him pacified, and you’re the only thing that’s come close to keeping him calm since Stillwell. If you ran, Homelander wouldn’t even have to drag you back himself. He could send the rest of the Seven after you. It might just be wave after wave of Vought goons, until you give in and trudge home, a kicked dog ready to submit. And then would come the worst part: facing Homelander’s rage at being abandoned. The cage is better. You don’t know what’s waiting for you on the other side of it.
Qimir - His love is obsession. Qimir can’t let you go. You’re the other half of him. The bond between you is a vibrant thing, bursting with enough energy that it might as well be a star sitting atop your chest, crushing you with its gravity. You run from him. You have to. It’s the right thing to do. You used to fear the heat of his lightsaber at your throat. The overwhelming thrall of the darkest side of the Force whenever he grew closer. Now when you run, you’re terrified that you will look over your shoulder and find no one in pursuit.
You worry for nothing.
He finds you faster than ever, as if he can read your mind even across the light-years of distance you put between the two of you. Qimir’s hand on your throat, a lover’s caress instead of a captor’s rage. He used to be so angry, catching you back at the beginning, knowing it wouldn’t be long before you’d slip away again. His dark, bottomless eyes are different now. There is something soft in them. You avert your gaze. You are both going through a terrible metamorphosis. “One day, you’ll grow tired of this dance, little spark. And when you do, I’ll be right there, waiting.”
Clark Kent - The most profound act of love that Clark can offer you is his gentleness. It’s the same gift he offers the world. He doesn’t make empty promises, and the moment you slipped your hand into his and told him you loved him, he made several. I will never hurt you. I will always be there when you need me most. I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you, not even me. He didn’t speak the words out loud, afraid to scare you away with the depth of all that he feels for you. But he made the vows to himself, and he wakes up every morning thinking of how he’ll honor them.
There are times Clark’s head gets too loud, telling him just how fragile you are. Reminding him how many people want to hurt him but can’t, and would happily hurt you in his place. He comes to you when the thoughts become overwhelming (whispering dark suggestions of how you’d be safer, better off, in the fortress of solitude, and wouldn’t being safe make you happy…eventually). Clark doesn’t tell you everything, not wanting to scare you, but he tells you enough. And beautiful soul that you are, you throw your arms around him and tell him it’s natural to be scared when you have something to lose, but that there’s no one safer on the planet than you. Because he doesn’t love anyone like he loves you. Your absolute conviction quiets all that dark, worried noise in his head. At least for a little while.
Jim (28 Days Later) - He becomes a survivor for you. He learns how to scavenge for you. How to hunt for you. Kill for you. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do to keep you alive. You’re the only thing that matters anymore. Jim wishes he were some sort of brilliant scientist who could find a cure for the virus; or a pilot who could commandeer some miraculously abandoned plane and fly you to a distant part of the world that doesn’t smell like death and violence lying in hungry wait. But he isn’t any of those things. He’s just a regular bloke who survived by dumb luck until he ran into you, and then he was surviving by the grace of your kindness and inability to turn your back on someone who needed you. Even if that someone was a horrible liability in the beginning. He’s better now. Better at fighting. At knowing when it’s time to grab your hand and run for the hills. Better at getting worms onto hooks so he can bring back fish for dinner instead of having to risk the dangers of the city for recently expired cans of food. Whenever he falters, or wonders if he can stomach one more day of a future like this, he looks over at you and thinks—Anything. For them, I’ll do anything.
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Hey, I know its not in your 'Fandoms I Know' list, but I REALLY loved your Hellboy X Reader, and was wondering if I could request you do another? It can be smut of fluff I'm good with either.
(though if you do do smut, maybe something involving oral? But again I don't mind, whatever you're in the mood for)
Sorry for getting to this so late. I hope you enjoy this. I am trying to get back into the writing game and thought this would be fun.
Fixation—Hellboy x Plus Size/Chubby Reader
Warnings: smut, oral (f and m receiving), the 69 position, and some tail choking.
When it was first suggested by Hellboy, you had been flustered out of your mind. You were questioning if the position he had suggested would work with the two of you.
You were less worried about your size and weight but more about height. You were not extremely short, but compared to Hellboy, you might as well look like a small doll.
When you brought it up to him, all he did was smirk, reassuring you that he knew a way. So here you were with Hellboy, him sitting up against his pillows, your thighs around his head and your ass in his face. As for you, your back was arched due to the position you were in.
Your breasts were pressed against his abdomen, and you were face-to-face with Hellboy's erection. Reaching your hand out, you hold Hellboy's hard cock in your hand, stroking it at a slow pace.
You hear Hellboy chuckle and feel his hot breath ghost over your exposed pussy.
"What's the hold-up, doll?"
Feeling your face heat up at the teasing tone in his voice, looking over your shoulder, you tease back.
"What's your hold up—!"
Letting out a startled moan, you feel Hellboy pry open your pussy lips with his flesh hand and gently run his tongue up through your folds before trailing back down and running circles with his tongue across your clit several times before sliding his tongue back up and slipping it inside of you.
You whimper at the feeling of his tongue moving inside of you. The way his tongue moves in and out, stretching you open with his tongue.
You feel his fleshy hand move to play with your clit, rubbing the pad of his thumb in firm circles before giving it a slight pinch and circling it again.
Letting out soft moans, your breath fanning over his thigh, you move your hand up and down his erection before licking a long stripe up his cock and putting him in your mouth. You feel more than hear Hellboy groan against you, sending vibrations through your cunt as his tongue thrusts in and out of your body.
Moaning, you bob your head up and down, stopping to swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, tasting the salty precum that would gather there, before taking him down your throat once more.
Feeling Hellboy pull away, fingers still playing with your clit, Hellboy gives a particularly hard press and circular motion that has you moaning around his cock.
You feel Hellboy thrust up into your mouth, his cock pushing back into your throat; you gag a bit before relaxing your throat. One of your hands is placed on his thigh, digging nails into the meaty flesh there.
Hellboy thrusts his hips up a bit as you moan around him. You can feel Hellboy's cock moving in and out, harshly hitting your throat. Feeling your eyes roll into the back of your head as Hellboy's hips keep thrusting up.
While his thrust keeps a steady rhythm, you feel Hellboy's tail slide up to your throat and wrap around your neck. You feel a harsh suck on your clit as you feel a finger enter you. The tail around your throat tightens as you force a bit more of him down your throat.
Your throat feels full, and with Hellboy's tail around your throat, the lack of oxygen is making your head feel dizzy. There is a spread of warmth throughout your body.
His fingers furiously move inside you, curling and spreading his fingers, trying to find the spot inside you that will have you seeing stars. You feel your release coming up on you fast, moaning around Hellboy, and trying to pull away the tail around your throat pulls you down further as you hear Hellboy let out a rumbling growl that spreads through your core.
"I know, sweet cheeks, I'm coming just a little bit more."
Hellboy's mouth is back on you, and his fingers keep their fast pace in and out of you. You push your hips back against Hellboy's face, your legs clamping around his head as you feel your body tremble, as you feel yourself orgasm, your body twitching as you try to move yourself towards the sensation, riding out the intense feeling running through your body.
You move your head quickly, tongue running along the veins of Hellboy's cock as he thrusts up faster into your mouth, your hand now braced on the bed on either side of his thighs.
You feel his tail squeeze as he gives one last thrust up into your mouth. His cum slides down your throat, some of it slipping out the side of your mouth.
You feel Hellboy's tail leave your throat as you pull up; once your mouth is completely off, you swallow down what managed to stay in your mouth, grimacing at the taste.
Hellboy lets out a chuckle as he sits up, your hips moving forward as you sit up, plopped in Hellboy's lap, his still hard cock pressing between your thick thighs.
Wiping away what was left on your face as you glared over your shoulder at him. You feel his hand move, holding onto your hip, his hand giving a squeeze to the fat there.
"I could have used a better warning, HB."
Kissing the space between your neck and shoulder, you tilt your head with a sigh as he gives a little bite to your shoulder area.
"Sorry about that, sweetcheeks."
You go to remove yourself from Hellboy's lap with a small pout on your face. "We should probably go get ourselves cleaned up."
Just as you go to move forward, you are pulled back into his lap, a small growl leaving his lips as his stone arm crosses over your plush belly.
"Where do you think you're going? You're in for a long ride, sweets."
You feel yourself fluster as he pushes you onto the bed postioning you so your ass is in the air. You were indeed in for a very long ride.
Hellboy: what did you do to tame Prince tight ass!
Lizzie: red!
You: he was hard work, would t let me near him for weeks, but he’s worth it in the end, a massive softy really *looks at Nuada* a true gentleman, a real life prince.
Nuada: I thank you for withstanding me, I can not begin to express my gratitude for your unwavering patience, kindness for it undid the anger within my heart and allowed me to love once more.
Hell boy: I wish I never asked now, I think I’m going to be sick from how mushy this is.
Nuada: *looks at him sharply and raises his spear*
Hellboy: did I say mushy? I meant really, really adorable.
