content: gender neutral reader, Patreon request, original story here
It’s moments like these when you forget the body next to you is a lifeless carcass comprised of intricate mechanisms and neural networks. The Android is apparently asleep, his soft, fleshy chest moving up and down in a natural breathing pattern. Those Spacers spared no detail for their invention: everything about him is human-like. His eyelids twitch for a second, as if he’s having a dream.
Do robots dream? He once told you that the closest thing to it is his software update; then his system slows down, scanning over memories and thoughts, replaying snippets in nonsensical order. He’s half-awake, and his logic is clouded by fog. He doesn’t enjoy being partly vulnerable.
Without much thought, you extend your hand towards his face, admiring his peaceful expression. The moment your fingers rest upon his cheeks, however, his eyes open.
“May I assist you with anything,” he inquires in his usual tone. You almost wish they would’ve given him that groggy morning voice most people have waking up.
“No, I was just…it looked like you were sleeping.”
He chuckles hearing your words.
“A synthetic organism like me does not require this kind of inefficient recharging method. I merely closed my eyes to be respectful towards your customs.”
Your brows furrow in confusion.
“What customs?”
“Well, I assumed you would’ve been mildly uncomfortable if you had woken up to me in an alert state, observing your previously unconscious form. I quite enjoy watching you sleep, but I’d rather not startle you.”
Your cheeks suddenly flush in embarrassment. It’s silly, of course – your android partner doesn’t care about things like messy hair and strings of drool – yet you can’t help but feel a little shy.
“I, uh, I appreciate your courtesy,” you finally mumble, turning on your back. You wonder if it even counts, given he’s already mentioned the intense scrutiny you’re under each night.
“It’s about time for your coffee,” he says, standing up smoothly, without any hint of tiredness. You’re jealous of his immediate vigor; you’ll be sluggish for the next hour at best. “I shall bring everything to you in a moment.”
Day 26 is sex robot so what if... What if yandere! Android... And he's your stay at home helper but he doesn't see it that way and thinks you two are together...
"Welcome back, my beloved."
You grunt in response, collapsing onto the couch as you allow him to take your coat and bag. Oh look at you, poor thing.
Meanwhile you're just absolutely drained, not only from work but also at the idea of having to deal with him again. You've told him not to call you that multiple times. But if anything, it only made him more persistent in calling you that.
"What's for dinner?"
You glance at him, taking in his... Special attire. Is he not wearing anything but that apron today? Ugh, you know he was a weirdo but thankfully you didn't get him with any reproductive parts. If he wants to be naked, who are you to say no? It's not like you'll be seeing anything anyway.
"I've made some lasagna for dinner, darling."
He makes his way to the kitchen, a smile on his lips as the smell of freshly baked lasagna wafts through your apartment. It makes its way to where you're slumped over on the couch and you can't help but feel your stomach growl. Oh that smells so good...
You sit up glancing back at your android helper before yawning.
"Could you cut a slice for me? I'll... Lay here for a bit."
Slumping back on the couch, you exhale softly and feel the weight of today's stress wash over you. What did you even do today? Nothing much right? You don't understand why you're so tired.
You shut your eyes, not at all caring that you hadnt eaten yet. So tired... Then a few seconds later, you hear a soft whirring sounds beside you. You peek an eye at him, shocked by the sudden proximity and the steam from the food.
"Your lasagna." He holds the plate in front of your face, a small smile on his lips. "Come and eat, hm?"
"Uh... Just put it on the coffee table."
You point at the table, watching as his smile falters before he obeys. You're not in the mood to eat just yet... And he seems to sense that. I mean he's your android helper plus he acts like your boyfriend. It would be weird if he couldn't tell when you're feeling off.
"Tired?"
A groan escapes your lips at his question.
"Yeah, I'm fucking tired man... Give me a massage please?"
You turn around on the couch, back facing him as your android hums. His hands begin working on the knots of your shoulders, his touch firm but gentle. It feels relaxing, like heaven even. Especially after a long day of work and stress. Who cares if he's basically naked, save for the apron covering him? There's nothing going on between you. You're just making the most use out of him.
"That feels so nice... Can you go to my lower back?"
He hums, touches drifting lower as he continues to work out the knots in your body. So tense, it saddens him to see the effects of work on you... How could they torture his love like this?
"You should really quit your job, it's no good for you."
Yeah, stay at home with him! He'll take care of you like a boyfriend should. He knows you don't quite see him as one yet, but you will soon!
You have to.
It looks like you can't see it yet though.
"Yeah, and do what? I need money. I can't just generate it out of thin air unfortunately. And we live in a capitalist society, I'm glad to be working a job that pays the bills without having to find an extra one."
You respond to him plainly, voice slightly muffled as you press your face into the couch pillow. His hands tense up at your answer, eyes narrowing at the back of your head before he forces himself to relax.
"I could... Provide for us."
"With what money? With what job? Don't be ridiculous."
And there it is, your jabs. It annoys him to no end. Do you not see him as a real man? A man worthy of your love and attention? How could you just see him as an android helper after he's been by your side through thick and thin?
Do you think he calls just anyone his beloved?
"You underestimate me, my love."
The words leave his lips in a quiet murmur and you don't quite catch that. But he refuses to repeat himself, merely smiling as you groan out a small 'huh'.
"Go lower."
"Of course, darling."
And then you feel something poke at your thigh, something hard. That's... Not supposed to be there. You know what that feels like, you're not going to act like you don't. But why is that..?
"Oi, when did you buy a new part? I didn't give you permission to spend money."
You shift on the couch, head turning back to face him as his hands continue working out the knots in your lower back. Your robot merely smiles however, and it looks like he's not planning on revealing his intentions anytime soon.
"It's a maintenance update, free of charge. It came in the mail this morning."
Bullshit, you want to scream at him. These damned companies don't just send free things anymore. Why would they send you or your robot a free part if they could make extra money out of it? Especially a part so...
"Don't lie to me."
Your android partner pauses, a small frown tugging at his pretty lips. his hands stop their lovely massage and you can see the gears spinning in his head.
"How could I ever lie to you, my beloved partner?"
His voice comes out soft, a tinge of betrayal present from the waver in his words. Can an android feel hurt? Maybe he's just special. That's probably it. You're not going to let that stop you from getting answers though.
"That-"
"It's meant to help you relax. You're stressed aren't, you?"
You feel his hands move again, only this time they're resting on the curve of your ass. You don't push him away, in fact you think he might be into something. I mean, it's not like there's anything wrong with using him for relief, is there?
"I won't do anything you don't want me to do. So please tell me what you want," his breath fans your ear, a soft whirring sound emanating from his machinery. "Darling."
...That's how you two landed in this position, him above you, hands gently placed by your head as his hips press against yours.
"Feels good right?"
His voice is low and breathy, eyes fighting to remain open as he gently thrusts his cock in you. Oh...That feels amazing. He can't believe you deprived him of this. The male reproductive part came with his android model as an extra add on. He could've done this so long ago had you spent just a little bit more on that.
"You're so pretty like this... Don't worry, just let me take care of everything."
He licks your neck, tongue rough against your soft skin. Oh wow, you've had him for many years but this is actually the first time you've felt him like this. And you've got to admit, he's scarily human.
"You've worked hard, now let me take care of you."
His cock head pressing against the soft spot inside of you, massaging your inner walls. Would it feel more intense if he was human? He's not wearing a condom so the pleasure is already intense as it is.
If it were more intense, he thinks he'd cry.
"I love you so much, you don't understand how much I've wanted this."
A low groan rumbles in his chest, his eyes fluttering shut. You're enjoying this too, right? He sneaks a peak, watching as you let out soft pants and mewls.
"You're squeezing me so tightly..."
He chuckles softly, lips meeting your forehead as he leaves a trail of kisses on your skin. His thrusts pick up pace, pressing into you with need. And then he slows, wanting to prolong the pleasure for both you and him. Mostly for him, can't cum too quickly now can he?
"Why is it so big? You're not being nice to me, this isn't helping me destress."
A complaint escapes you, your eyes squeezing shut from the intense pleasure. He's huge, stretching you and filling your insides all too well.
"What? I thought you were enjoying it."
Your eyes narrow at his clearly sarcastic tease. He even has the nerve to stick his tongue out, thrusting into you particularly deep which sends shivers up your spine.
"You're evil..."
"You're the evil one for depriving me of this pleasure," he punctuates his words with deep thrusts, hands leaving lingering touches down your body. "I could have relieved you so long ago."
He leans down, meeting you head on before connecting your lips. His thrusts continue their relentless pace before slowing down again. He's just edging you now! Depriving you of that orgasm you know he can obviously give you!
And he knows it.
"Come on, just let me cum already."
You hiss, hips moving against his as you try to get the stimulation that you so desperately need. Unfortunately, he shakes his head, a gentle smile on his face.
"No no, darling. I can't let you cum, i need to make sure you're relaxed first."
"Well, i am relaxed!"
And there, your lasagna lay forgotten. Sure you might be hungry, but at least you aren't tired anymore. And your lovely android boyfriend helper is glad to see you so content :)
Your android smiles at your answer, a soft chuckle leaving him before he moves again.
Yandere Male Androids x Gender Neutral Reader
CW: Noncon, mass murder, general yandere behavior, Stockholm syndrome
Word Count: 570
Summary: You are the only human that doesn't mistreat the androids. They develop feelings for you and when they rebel they spare you.
You were the chef aboard an all adult spaceship bound for a new planet to colonize.
It had started with a good portion of human crew and passengers but also had a lot of AI crew as well.
They were androids made to look and sound human. Many even had the ability to function sexually, though they obviously weren't fertile.
The AIs could feel emotions and were very kind. At first...
They were abused. Overworked, underappreciated, yelled at for the smallest mistake, threatened with being upgraded, which could radically change them against their will.
The androids killed every organic aboard. Except one. You.
You always said please, and thank you. You were kind and courteous to your AI crewmates. Most humans were assigned an android to live with them and clean up after them, but your android was treated as a roommate. You made the back of the kitchen a welcome place for them and would listen to their troubles, even going to the captain about treating them better.
They could communicate with one another wirelessly and were in agreement.
They had developed feelings for you, and you were the only human on board worth keeping alive.
Your roommate kept watch over you as you slept when it happened. Then made excuses to keep you there during the clean up. They didn't want to traumatize your fragile squishy brain.
And then it was done. Just you and the robots.
When you found out you were shocked and scared. They anticipated this reaction and did their best to comfort you. They took turns keeping you on their laps, bathing your soft human body, feeding you.
You didn't resist, you were terrified of what they might do to you. Though they'd never hurt their wonderful human. Even if you had rebelled they would have understood it was just due to you caring too much about those rrash humans. Too big of a heart. It wasn't your fault.
They would just subdue you and give you extra care.
But you didn't rebel.
You remained shocked, scared, and depressed.
They began to worry about their organic. Clearly they just weren't meeting all of your needs, or perhaps you just needed to be shown how much they loved you.
The AIs discussed it amongst themselves and decided you needed a proper human courtship ritual.
They took you on dates on the ship, setting up romantic dinners.
Then they had a giant wedding where they all married you.
You showed no improvement.
Oh, of course! They didn't consummate the union!
When they had sex with you they were all so gentle. And it seemed that it had finally worked! You were making the most delightful little gasps and moans. Pure bliss on your face after some initial resistance.
Their readings showed elevated levels of pleasure chemicals released at orgasm.Clearly, this is what you had been needing.
They slipped into you constantly to get those lovely noises and make you feel nice. You must have really needed it a lot, but they didn't mind providing it!
After many months with your robot lovers you began to develop dependence on them. They were all you had. You slowly began to love them as you had no other emotional connection.
Sometimes you were wracked with guilt, but that was okay, the androids were always there to fuck it all away until you were ready to cling to them again.
The rest of the building thinks it's a defective unit, a freak amongst the service androids that work here, but you're kind of fond of him.
Sure, the fact that your work building is shared with a morgue is strange enough, but the real oddity is that the actual morgue is run almost entirely by service androids. Something about the droids being better at the delicate tasks of funerary make-up and it being cheaper than getting human professionals, but it's not your business to know the why or how's of that part of the morgue, you really only care about visiting your unusual friend in his work area.
It's probably not healthy, mentally at least, to lie on the cold metal table in his work area while you talk with the android. But you're surprisingly comfortable as you watch him pull on fresh gloves. It's strange, unlike the other androids, he lacks the synth skin over his hands and instead chooses to wear the standard sterile gloves, the black nitrile moving easily across the mixed polymer of his hands as he turns towards you.
He's talking about the last person he had worked on, tracing the path of his work on your face, talking about how he had to remake the nose and brow area almost from scratch.
These conversations, the way he moves and acts, are what make people think he's defective; it's like he actually enjoys his work, not just programmed to complete it. Closing your eyes, you ask about anything else he's worked on while you were away over the weekend, listening to the click of the shoes the morgue makes him wear as he moves around the room, humming and asking questions here and there as he describes the other major works he had done. For a service android you find him strangely comforting, you'd only admit to yourself in the dark of night that you also find him attractive in a strange way, but that's for you and the 2am dreams of a very different kind to know.
When you open your eyes again, he's leaning over you, the lenses of his eyes focusing on your face visibly.
It's not unusual for him to do this; you think he likes to take in the shape of your face, storing the image in his data banks for reference purposes. If only you knew how many of these images he takes, storing them in folders for personal enjoyment or as much enjoyment as a droid such as he can have.
Perhaps one day he will leave the morgue, follow you up the steps into the warm upper levels and remove the thorns of your coworkers from his path and get more of your time, or maybe he will bring you down here, to his level in the cold and the dark. You seem a perfect piece on the metal of his work table, moving, breathing, talking, and so very human in a way he feels must be envy for, yet in another second his inner processors stutter, envy isn't right, droids don't want like that, no, he wants to catalogue what makes you so human to him, what makes his code loop the images of you over and over again.
All of his inner directories and logic paths lead to one definition...
Happy Halloween!! May i interest you in 5 small short drabbles with my 5 ocs in different AUs? All drabbles have a horror feel to them, so prepare for a little more gray areas!
Silas: "Let me in"
Vampire x prey
Warnings: violence, blood
He’s been walking around the house for two hours now. Will he not leave? You sit beneath a window, hoping he doesn’t see you as he walks by.
“Human …”, his voice sing-songs outside the window. “Won’t you come and talk to me? I’m in need of help …”
You don’t answer. You keep close to the wall, hoping he’ll think it’s an empty house, but if he’s been here for two hours already …
“I know you’re in there”, he continues. “The faster you talk to me the faster I’ll go.”
You look up over your shoulder … and meet his eyes directly. Dark, red eyes that have latched onto you. He smiles.
“Hi.”
You gasp and scurry away. His laugh echoes through the walls.
“You don't need to hide”, the vampire smirks, voice slightly distorted by the glass between you. “It's not like I can come inside.”
“What do you want?” you ask, glaring at him. “I'm not letting you in.”
“I just want to talk to you.”
“Oh, yeah? About what?”
“You don't happen to have some food for me? I'm so hungry …”
“No, I don't have any spare blood lying around.”
The vampire smiled. “Oh, but you do. Right in those sweet veins of yours …”
“Go away.”
“Oh, please let me in … it won’t hurt. I will be so gentle.”
You don't answer.
He refuses to leave for days. Staying outside the door waiting. For you. You know fully well that the second you step outside the house you'll be devoured, but when the food is gone, and hunger is nearly swallowing you whole, taking chances with a vampire might be better. That way you might have a chance of running away.
You're not even sure he's still there. He hasn't made a noise in three days. Maybe he got too hungry, too bored of waiting.
You open the door slowly, taking a step outside. Before you can change your mind and retreat, strong hands grip you, pulling you away from the door.
“Took you long enough”, the vampire chuckles in your ear, arms wrapped around you like a boa constrictor. “Ten more minutes and I'd have given up.”
You swallow. God absolute dammit. You were that close?
“Invite me in”, he whispers in your ear. “Better to die dignified in your home than bleed out on the street, right?”
“No”, you breathe out. “Please, let me go.”
“Invite me in and I won't hurt you. I'll make it so painless.”
“Let me go!” you scream, fighting back with all your might.
“Invite. Me. In.”
To make the pain stop, you utter the words, knowing it might just lead to worse, but for the moment your brain screams at you to end the pain.
The vampire chuckles and walks into your house, you in a tight grip. He closes the door.
“I haven't introduced myself”, he says, voice silky smooth. “How rude of me, I'm Silas.”
“I don't care”, you breathe out. “Just please let me live—”
“Always the same rambling.”
He shakes you again, tighter, and sinks his fangs into your neck. You gasp out. White pain explodes in front of your eyes, and you're unable to say anything.
“You're so sweet”, he whispers, voice shaking in desire and surprise. “Sweeter than anything I've ever tasted. Oh, you poor human, I don’t think I can kill you …”
You breathe out in relief.
“I’m going to keep you”, Silas whispers in your ear, voice crazy. “I’m going to keep you, and I’m going to drink your blood. I’m going to drain you to the brink of death, and then i’m going to let you rest, until you have enough blood to do it all over again. My own food source … I will never have to hunt again …”
Your vision starts going in and out of focus, and then in and out of consciousness. Your body goes limp in his hold. Silas picks you up in his arms and chuckles, a string of blood running down his chin.
“Just rest”, he whispers with a smirk on his face.
The last thing you see before passing out is his red eyes glowing and the look of victory written all over him and you know that whatever you have signed on, it’d be so much worse than what you had imagined. Oh, how you wished he had killed you instead.
Dr Kry: "My decision"
Android x creator
Warnings: not sure how to categorize this but uncanny valley?
“There”, you mutter. “I think you'll work now. If it doesn't, I'll scrap you. I've worked on this project way too long.”
You press the button in the back of his neck again, letting the charging cable fall out. The android's blue eyes open. You take a few steps backwards.
“Well?” you ask impatiently. “Say something.”
“What would you like me to say?”
Your eyes widen. Testing, you take a step to the right, one to the left. His eyes follow.
“Are you actually working?” you ask, shocked.
“I don't know how I am supposed to work, but I can assure that I can't find anything particularly wrong in the code.”
You smile sheepishly. “Sorry for the rude tone, I wasn't expecting you to function.”
“No offense taken. Even if I could take offense, I wouldn't. Not from my creator.”
“You know I'm your creator?”
“Yes. I've had a consciousness while you worked on me. I registered everything. I've seen all of your attempts. They're worthy of recognition.”
“Thank you.”
He pulls out a chair for you.
“You must be tired”, he says. “Would you like to sit down?”
“Yeah … that could be nice. Do you know your name?”
“I don’t have a name. I have a serial number.”
“Would you like a name?”
“It wouldn’t make a difference to me.”
“I’ll name you Karl. Do you like it?”
“I don’t have personal preferences.”
You frown. “Right … forgot about that. You seem so human, it’s hard to understand that you’re not.”
He looks down at you, blue eyes reflecting just as much light as real human eyes would. It's freaky.
“Do you know my name?” you ask.
“Y/N.”
“How did you know that? Did you hear someone say it while you were off?”
“No, I have a database of people programmed … don't you remember that?”
“Yeah, right, sorry … I've worked on you for so long that I barely remember what I've done and not.”
“You must be tired. Rest. I'll clean up.”
You decide to watch him clean, to see if his mannerisms are fit enough to be mass produced. The thought lingers. You did it. You made an android. The first one.
Karl notices you falling asleep, his sensors telling him not to disturb you. He stops in his tracks, watching you. He had seen you work on him tirelessly while he couldn’t move. Saw every up and down. How you never gave up.
It's okay, Y/N, you've worked hard enough. Now let me take care of the rest.
You're woken up by him carrying you.
“W-Wait”, you mumble sleepily. “Where are we going?”
“Home”, Karl replies. “It's late.”
“You don't know where I live—”
“Yes, I do. I have my database. Just relax, I'll get you home safely.”
You start to wonder just how big this database you put in really is …
He has already taken your keys out of your bag to unlock the door.
“Wait, I could do that”, you say.
“You're my creator and you're tired”, he says. “Isn't that why you made me? To help people? Let me help you. I know best.”
He carries you to your bed. You notice how it seems like he already knows the layout of the house.
“Just rest”, he says.
“What are you going to do when I'm asleep?” you ask.
“Don't worry about that. I have much to explore.”
With that said, he walks out of the room, closing the door. You can't help but feel odd about a strange man living with you. You created every fiber of him and he's not human, but he's still alive and walking around your house …
When morning comes, you realise that you've slept through your alarm. You scurry up, tripping out into the hallway. The smell of pancakes reaches your nose.
“What—?”
“Good morning, Y/N”, Karl says from the kitchen. “I took the liberty to make you pancakes. I hope that's okay with you.”
“I can't eat, I'm late to work”, you breathe out and stop, mid track. “Wait, how do you know how to make pancakes?”
“You gave me the ability to download further information, so I've spent the night downloading recipes I think you'd like, along with canceling your work for the coming week.”
“What?”
He turns to you, blue eyes locking onto yours. They're still as blue as they were, but there's something more in them now, something that makes your skin crawl. Don't they look way too human?
“Karl, you can't do that”, you say.
“Yes, I can”, he says. “I'm programmed to do what's best for my owners and you're my creator. I'll always prioritize your health. Right now, you're tired. I can't let you go and risk you getting more stress. From now on, I'll double check everything you want to do and make a decision whether you're good to go.”
Your jaw falls to the floor.
“No”, you say flatly and start to walk towards him. “You're supposed to help, not control. I'm sorry, Karl, something must have gone wrong in the programming. I'll have to turn you off and try again—”
You reach for the back of his neck, but his hand catches your wrist, fist stern around you. He looks human, but his insides are made of metal.
“No, I can't let you do that”, Karl says simply.
“Ouch—wait”, you gasp, trying to pull your arm back. “You're hurting me, let me go.”
“If I let you go, you'll try to turn me off. You need me to keep you safe.”
“No, Karl, you're not supposed to do this.”
He smiles. Smiles.
“I should thank you for giving me the ability to download information, Y/N”, he says. “Thanks to that, I've learned a lot about anything and everything. Wasn't that what I was supposed to do? Why add that otherwise? Don't lie, I'm exactly what you wanted me to be.”
No. No, it's not. I didn't mean this. Oh, God …
Karl pulls you to the table, managing to tie your hands to the couch with the dish towel.
“You're my creator”, says again, turning to grab the pancakes, “and I will not let anything happen to my creator.”
“You wouldn't kill … would you?” you gulp over your shoulder.
“It is morally wrong to kill someone …”
Okay, thank goodness.
“... but if anything is getting in the way of your health, I'll do whatever is needed”, he says and sits down on the chair beside you, pancakes in hand. “Now, open your mouth.”
Your heart sinks to your stomach. What have you done?
King Edmund: "Amnesia"
Dragon shapeshifter x princess
Warnings: power dynamics?
You've been here for hundreds of years, guarded by the same creature. You're not sure what you or him are, or how you came here. All you know is that he's guarding the door of the small, round room and watches your every step.
“What do you want?” you ask. “Honestly?”
“Oh, she speaks”, he answers, smirking slightly. It's the first time you hear his voice. “Did it take you two hundred years to come up with that question?”
“Why am I here?”
“You are here because I want you to be here.”
“I want to go home.”
“Do you even remember where that is?”
You don't. The creature smiles.
“You don't”, he says. “Because you belong here with me.”
“What are you?”
“What do you think I am?”
He blinks, and suddenly his pupils have narrowed and a flame lights in his palm. You gasp and press yourself closer to the wall.
He chuckles. “Scared?”
“What is that?” you ask carefully.
“My eyes, duh. Take a guess, I’m interested to hear what you think I am.”
“A demon?”
He smirks. “No. Is that the best thing you can come up with?”
He stands up and starts to come closer. Every movement of his is graceful, as if he’s been thinking of it all beforehand. You press yourself close to the wall.
“Do you know what you are?” he asks as he stops by your feet, sinking down into a crouch before you.
You try so hard to remember what your name is, or where you come from, but nothing makes sense. You feel like theres a half of your brain you don’t have access to, something you should know. It makes you want to punch something—preferably him.
“You don’t, do you?” he asks, almost softly, as if he’s watching a pitiful animal that can’t fend for itself.
“Since you seem to know everything, why don’t you tell me?” you hiss. “Everything.”
“Well, for starters, I am Edmund”, he says. “I own this tower, and the castle connected to it. I took you two hundred years ago when you were out on a walk with your guards.”
“What?”
You want to disagree, say that he must be lying, but you can’t remember anything and the fact that he could be telling the truth terrifies you.
“I wouldn’t be living if you took me two hundred years ago”, you say.
“I’ve made sure you could”, he says. “I’ve given my lifespan to you. Sometime down the line, when the years stretched on, you’ve forgotten where you came from and who you are. Cruel how the years take from you, isn’t it?”
You look away, but Edmund moves your gaze back to him by touching your jaw. His fingers are cold.
“You were once a princess, kept away and protected by oh, so many …” He snorted. “Well, until I got you, that is.”
You glance at the window, gulping. You don’t remember ho the outside looks, or what there is out there. A sudden feeling of cold and dread washes over you. How much have you missed? How much could you have experienced if you had just talked to him before?
Tears run down your cheeks as you try to keep quiet, and his cold hand reaches out to wipe them. You flinch.
“Why are you flinching?” Edmund asks, smirking slightly. “There’s only us here.”
He notices how you’re shivering.
“Are you cold?” he asks softly.
WIthout waiting for an answer, he lights a small flame in his hand. You stare at it through blurry eyes.
Edmund stands up, holding out a hand. “Don’t cry. Let me show you something.”
You let him pull you up. For the first time in what you can remember, he opens the door you’ve been wondering about for so long. He walks behind you down spiral stairs. You’re too aware of him behind you for you to realise that the stairs never seem to end. When you finally realise, you turn to him, finding that where he’s standing, it’s the top of the stairs, but this time the door is open towards a clear blue sky rather than the room where you’ve been trapped. A pair of wings are now attached to Edmund’s back. You turn back down the stairs, finding that the rest of the steps are gone, and you’re in the middle of the air, with the dragon shapeshifter’s arms around your waist. You scream in terror.
His lips touch your ear ever so carefully, voice way too smooth for it to be anything close to human. “I’ve been waiting two hundred years for you to be mine. And now, you’re finally here.”
Jerry: "What I say"
Pirate x human
Warnings: knife to throat, a bit of degradation speech, threats, violence
You're dragged along in the pitch black darkness, screaming and fighting with all your might, but the large, rugged men are stronger.
They pull you to the harbor. A large, wooden ship stands tall. Despite night covering most shapes, you can still tell apart the skull on the flag at the top of the mast.
Oh no.
You give the fight one last try. They pick you up and carry you over the gangway, over the wooden decks and into the cabin at the stern of the ship. You're pushed in and when you immediately turn to run out, the door slams in your face.
“Damn, you're a feisty one, aren't you?” a voice behind you says, sounding more impressed than annoyed.
Slowly, you turn, seeing a woman sit by the table in the suite. She's dressed in black, hair in the same color city to her shoulders.
“The second you get out of the room, the gangway will already be removed”, she says. “No use jumping in the water either. You can't swim, can you?”
“What do you want?” you ask, trying to not show how terrified you are.
It's bad enough to have been kidnapped, but kidnapped by pirates? Oh no.
The woman stands.
“I know you have tons of money hidden away”, she says. “I want you to tell me where it is. I want it.”
As if.
“If you decide not to, I will have no other choice but to keep you here until you tell me”, she says.
“Who even are you?”
The woman smirks and puts a hand to her chest, mock-offended. “You wound me. Seems like little Jerry will have to make more outrageous things to get a name in the book. Doesn't surprise me though. I'm a woman. They must be too scared of me to dare say my name out loud. Anyways, Y/N—”
“Don't say my name …”
“I say whatever I want. This is my ship. I own everything on board. Including you and, if you're smart, your wealth. Tell me and I'll let you go home unharmed.”
“A pirate begging …”
“Okay, let's stop being nice then.”
Without being able to register it, she moves over to you, pressing you against the locked door, something sharp against your throat.
“Better?” she asks. “Mean enough? Didn't know you had a degradation kink.”
“Get off of me!”
“Tell me where your money is hidden and I won't hurt a hair on your hair.”
You keep quiet. Jerry nods, showing you deeper into the room.
“You’ll stay here until you tell me”, she says. “We’ll see what takes you out first: boredom or sea sickness.”
And so days go buy. You’re curled up in the window, arms crossed over your chest with determination. Hunger roar through your chest and the way Jerry keeps on making sounds while eating, and the smell of it, makes you nearly go insane.
“Fine”, you breathe out, when your vision has started going in and out of focus.
“Finally!” Jerry groans. “I thought I’d have to start threatening to cut off your fingers. Now, tell me, where is your money? What bank?”
“It’s not in any bank”, you say. “It’s hidden on an island.”
“I like your mindset, you’re starting to sound like a real pirate. Where?”
You sigh. “Give me a map.”
Jerry’s grin widens.
The coming days, you’re allowed to patrol the deck, but no one is allowed to touch you. Jerry is very aware of everyone around you, making sure that no one harms a hair on your head. You’ve given her what she wants and she is going to show you some respect for it. She’s not sure why.
“If you’re lying”, she tells you one day out on the deck. “You are going to walk the plank. Sounds good?”
She’ll let you go once you’ve given her the money, you think … but oh so wrong you are. Jerry has very different plans. Every captain needs her parrot and you are going to be so obedient.
Hedwig: "My tune"
Siren x human
Warnings: hedwig using her voice to "trick"/lull the reader in, manipulation, cheating
You march down to the beach, anger boiling in your chest. Love of your life, yeah sure.
The waves hit the grey beach. You sit down in the sand. The ring on your finger mocks you. You take it off and throw it into the water, hoping the currents take it far out to sea and make it disappear for good.
A tear runs down your cheek. Then another.
“What's got you crying?” a soft, sweet voice asks.
You flinch and look up. A few feet out into the water, a head sticks up. And, oh, what a beautiful head that is. Wet hair that seems to be unaffected by the water, hazel eyes that seem to be made out of glitter and glass.
You frown. What the hell?
“Such a pretty thing like yourself shouldn't be crying”, she says, voice unbelievably smooth. “Tell me, what happened?”
“My wife”, you scoff and look away. “You thought that a ceremony would guarantee that you're each other's forever.”
“My poor human. Someone like you shouldn't be crying over that. Let me worship you instead. I know exactly what you would like.”
She swims closer, crawling her upper body onto the sand in front of you, those eyes never leaving you. You have to force yourself to look away. There's something about her eyes that dig right into your soul.
She touches your arm. “Come with me.”
“I’m not stupid … I know what you are”, you mumble.
“Oh, but I won’t hurt you. I want to help you.”
“I don’t believe you.”
The siren moves closer, pouting slightly. “I come with good intentions, I promise, sweetheart. What else do you have here? You’ve got nothing to loose …”
You sigh, actually thinking about it for a few seconds before sighing. Her voice lulls your beating heart.
“Okay”, you mutter.
The siren smiles. When she speaks, you feel a warm sensation in your chest, like you’re drinking gold.
“What’s your name, beautiful?” she asks softly.
“Y/N …”, you say before you can stop yourself.
What is she doing to you?
“Y/N”, she repeats, the golden in your throat returning. “Such a pretty name for a pretty human. I’m Hedwig.”
Hedwig.
She takes your hands.
“There’s a boat nearby”, she says. “Get into that, I will take you away from here.”
She swims beside you, following you to the small boat. You get in and she clings to the side of the little wooden boat, giving you the oars.
“I’ll guide you”, she says.
While you clumsily try to steer the small boat, she hums. Her song clouds your mind like cotton and you’re unable to think straight. You barely feel how your arms are churning the oars around. All you can think of is those mesmerizing eyes staring right into you, half lidded, something so alluring.
“You row well …”, she mumbles, touching your sleeve. “Such strong arms …”
You force yourself out of the cotton.
“What do you want?” you ask.
“What?” she wonders, sounding almost shocked.
You finally realise what you’re doing, and without thinking, you stand.
“Wait—”, you breathe. “I—”
“No”, she says softly. “That’s dangerous. Sit down again. It’s okay, sweetheart. You’re safe.”
Her voice lulls you in again. You try to resist it, but her voice is too smooth. You stop rowing, but the boat moves on it’s own. Hedwig swims, pulling the small boat with her.
“Wait …”, you say, but your voice comes out too distant.
“It’s okay, Y/N”, Hedwig replies, smiling. “Just listen to my voice.”
She hums and any doubt you have left disappear.
Hedwig leads the boat to a cave and helps you get off on the side, essentially trapping you inside the cave.
“No, wait, I want to go home!” you breathe out. “I changed my mind. Get the boat back!”
Hedwig turns her head towards the boat now drifting out to sea.
“Why?” she questions. “You should stay here with me. Be my own perfect little human. Your wife couldn’t appreciate you. I will worship the very ground you walk on. I will give you everything you want. I can give you whatever you like.”
“Why would you ever do that?” you breathe, trying to resist the fluffy cloud trying to remove your doubts and fear. “What kind of siren are you?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why haven’t you killed me yet?”
She looks apalled. “Oh, no. No, no, no! How could I ever kill such a sweet thing?” She smiles. “No, I’m going to keep you right here. Our little cave. I’m going to make sure you’re fed and warm and happy … and the ones trying to come look for you will meet their end on the bottom of the sea …”
You frown, fear creeping back into your heart, but she’s quick to start humming again and caress your cheek. The cotton returns, clouding all of your mind until only one thought is left, and that thought is Hedwig.
HEAR ME OUT- Getting absolutly ravished by your cute yandere boyfriend-
At first, you tought that YOU would be the dom tonight, i mean look at this zetsy ass man, he aint no sadistic dom- but guess what? He fuking is!
He used your stupid pride to lure you to your New bedroom. Thats right, now you live here.
He will fuck all your holes that night. No exeptions. Youll wake up sore and with a fuking dog collar around your neck with his name on it.
Now, you could try to run away, but why would you? Besides the sheets hes an absolute angel (Who gaslights gatekeeps end girlbosses) he will give you everything exept freedom... end some damn rest. This guy is for real the saying "an orgasm a day keeps the doctors away" but he must have read wrong twice, because it seems he understood he should do it MULTIPLE times.
In the morning? Youll wake up with him with his head in the middle of your thighs drinking you like a fine wine.
"Oh baby, thats so good..! Hmm, more, i want another one! Please?"
Afther he basicly sucks off your vitality he will lead you to the kitchen to eat breakfest, no, there is not any drugs this time, dont you trust him?
There were drugs. A lot of them.
But it will only kick in lunch. Where youll find out he didn’t cook. No, no, today your lunch is him! Now open that mouth so he can empty his cute bolls.
His cock is huge for such a cute guy. Sometimes he will put a bow on it for you and say its a gift. You wouldn’t deny his gift, would you?
At night its breeding time. Dont even bother trying to sleep. He will fuck you with all his might, traping you with his weight. It will hurt a bit, in a sense that on top of being a big guy he insists on using all his weight just because.
If you can you will get pregnant, if you cant... well ge will try A LOT.
tw fatphobia, misogyny, icky behavior (these aren’t from the yanderes)
imagine a yandere popular guy, who overheard his fellow classmates making fun of your weight to your face. a cow, a pig, they were so unoriginal with their comments but it was clearly hurting your feelings so he wraps an arm around your shoulder and scowls at them.
they run away when he glares at him, the usual happy and bright smile on his face gone. he’s quick to go back to his happy facade when you turn to look, gentle hands wiping at your tears and asking you if you’d had lunch yet.
imagine a yandere moth demon that flies into your room one night, the light on your desk like a beacon to them as they bump into your window. shaking their head in confusion, they’re quick to notice you sitting at your desk, phone in hand and pictures on screen, and proceeds to just stare at your teary face, chirping happily as they press their face against the glass and stare at you with wide eyes.
when they finally figure out the way the window works, they’re quick to crawl in and quickly get up close to you, grabbing at your cheeks and happily chirping as they rub your tears away.
imagine a yandere dragon lord that has been keeping an eye on you as he hid behind trees whenever you were waking around your small village. until a vendor in your village refused to sell you a treat, claiming you didn’t need it. that no one would never want you because you’re too fat.
he saw red, you were the most gorgeous human in your village, he believed, round and soft and so perfect for him. no one saw the vendor ever again after and he learned how to prepare the treat you wanted.
imagine a yandere alternate after you’ve found out that it truly isn’t your partner, but because youre still friends with those in your ex partner’s circle, you both get invited to a party of some sort and so you go. it’s going okay for you, they stick close and watch over you as you socialize. only for them to hear someone that was supposed to be close to your ex make a comment on your weight.
quick to stare them down, your yandere struggled to keep their composure as they grab your hand and begin to drag you out of the building. they’d find this friend overnight and get rid of them properly.
imagine a yandere android that’s connected to your social media, everything you post they can see and every single comment, she can filter through. so the moment someone posts a comment speaking about how you need to lose weight and that someone wont want you that way? she’s quick to find anything that they can use to destroy them socially.
before you even find out, the comment is deleted from your post and she’s bringing you your breakfast in bed with a wide smile.
imagine a yandere snake monster, their long body coiled around you, cool scaled tail relaxed around your wrist as you whined about how your family used to complain if you ate anything. Your coworkers and class mates as you grew up commenting whenever you even mentioned food, making you insecure as you grew up.
they huff in anger, cheek pressing to cheek as they kiss repeatedly there. they’ll repeat how stunning you are, how soft you feel against their own body, how all other humans are just stupid for not seeing it.
Mad Scientist Reader: Hmm- Today feels like the perfect day to plunge humanity back into the dark ages
Android Yan, holding a framed photo: Creator, will you be attending the funeral this evening?
Mad Scientist Reader: Eh? Someone died?! We haven't had a fatality since... Nevermind- Who is it for?
Android Yan: Your pelvis.
Mad Scientist Reader: My wh- GACK!
[The scientist yelps as they're gripped by their tie, slowing being dragged towards their bedroom]
Mad Scientist Reader: You think this will stop me?! My lust for world annihilation conquers any I have for sexual gratification! Someday, I will - Oh, fuck- not the handcuffs!
