CTGHOST MAKE ONE OF THE VEHICONS (Steve) AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!
HELPPP 😭😂 keep your soul gng you'll need it xD unless you'd give it to megatron 😶🌫️.. /j
I think steve or even just the vehicons doesn't even need to be yandere to be obsessed with you, wanting to stay so close- give those poor things just abit of positive attention and suddenly there's not only one vehicon but multiple by your door. Hmm Imagine if it's yan megatron or starscream perhaps that maybe took you inside the nemesis and steve is the one who first becomes obsessed with you, sneaking out of his duty shifts and "coincidentally" passing by where you're kept.. also happen to somehow wander inside,, he just needs to see you for a few kilks then he'll go back to work, swear!!
funfact i actually have a vehicon character in mind from awhile back, his name is karl lol also theres many ourples...
okay but yan. stranger things with reader who calls them mommy/daddy for the first time
AHHH-
TW: yandere tendencies, mentions of sex,
Its honestly not his thing at first, but if it comes out during sex hes more suprised at first
he'll play along and you'll probably never hear the end of it
will use it against you in arguments and other things to try and say you love him( even if you dont)
He doesnt excpect it what so ever
he starts to kind of find pride in when he can get it to slip out. Gets into a mindset of he needs to take care of you
It makes his obsession with you skyrocket
"baby!, im your daddy kidnapping you keeps you safe"
Hearing you call her mommy probably makes her wet on the spot, fills an urge she didnt know she had
Starts making you call her that
Like, if you dont say it in bed she gets really rough until you call her mommy
makes her feel like she owns you
eddie probably asks you to call him daddy at some point
BUT, lets say that you accidentally let it slip during sex without him introducing the idea. Mans gets a whole new level of possessiveness, if you thought he was overwhelming before?
How would yanderes Peter Parker and Stucky(poly) react to reader’s boss yelling at them but reader is too shy and sad to do anything about it and doesn’t dare to go against her boss. And he also misbehaves with her too, reader is at a fix and doesn’t know what to do and she’s miserable and cries sometimes as well
Yandere!Stucky x Fem!Reader, Yandere!Peter Parker x Fem!Reader,
Bonus Character: Yandere!Loki Laufeyson x Fem!Reader (Abusive Boss HCs)
warning(s): yandere themes (but you knew that :3), mentions of verbal, physical, and slightly sexual abuse, abusive workplace, helpless reader, mentions of violence, mentions of murder, protective yanderes, asshole boss
Steve and Bucky had confessed their feelings for (Y/n), and they were pleasantly surprised when she said she felt the same way.
They supported her with everything that she wanted to do, including working a job. They had talked about it, and they only wanted her to promise to not overwork herself.
They were happy to see (Y/n) was happy that she could have a job, so they always assumed that she was happy with working and only praised her for doing such a wonderful job every day.
Sadly, that wasn’t how it was for her when she went to work. She worked from home if she could, but her boss was very stubborn so she found herself walking into the office building yet again, a slight sinking feeling in her stomach.
Her boss had a cheeky smirk on his face, giving her shoulder a good squeeze as she forced a smile on her face, wishing him a good morning. She managed to get him to eventually let her go to her desk, sighing as he followed and pestered her about her job and tasks for the day.
“Sir, I really can’t focus on my work when you’re trying to talk to me.” (Y/n) stated, resisting the strong urge to roll her eyes as she looked up at him, calmly telling him to leave her alone.
He glared at her, looking to see if her coworkers were around before he gripped her arm tightly, making her yelp as she stared up at him. “You think your ‘boyfriends’ can protect you? I don’t see them anywhere here. So fix that attitude, or I’ll do it for you.” He growled out, making (Y/n) shake as she fell silent, terrified as he let her go and walked away.
(Y/n) tried her best to return to her work, the incident still plaguing her mind even as she left to return home. Steve and Bucky always made sure to give (Y/n) a warm welcome home, with Bucky fixing all of them dinner while Steve looked for a tv show they could all binge together.
(Y/n) pushed herself to remain strong, she didn’t want to give her boss a reaction that she knew he wanted. That, and she didn’t want Steve or Bucky to get in trouble because of her. She returned home, letting herself forget about work as her boyfriends welcomed her home with warm food and her favorite show on.
This was how (Y/n) dealt with her boss’ antics as the week wore on, wondering when he would finally take the hint that she wasn’t interested in him. It wasn’t until one day that (Y/n) would find out just how far her boss was willing to go.
(Y/n) had been called into his office, begrudgingly making her way there as she wondered which lecture she’d have to listen to. She stepped into his office, shutting the door behind her before she felt someone wrap an arm around her waist and clamp a hand on her mouth. She struggled against him, not willing to let him overpower her as she tried to reach for the door, yelping when he yanked her to the floor.
She knew that this time was different, this time, he was really going to hurt her. Her eyes widened as she quickly pressed a button hidden on the back of her necklace, alerting not only the police, but her boyfriends that she was in danger. She hoped the gift would actually work, meanwhile she tried to buy herself time by kicking at him and backing up from him. He had quite a big office, and no one was outside to overhear what was going on, so she knew she had to fight back as much as she could.
Steve and Bucky were shocked to receive an alert from (Y/n), having received her location and a message that she was in danger. They both rushed to her place of work, wondering what was going on as they pushed past the New York crowd. They didn’t waste any time as they made their way through the building, looking to see where she could be as their worry grew.
(Y/n) could hear her boyfriends reach the floor they were on, her eyes widening as she let out a scream, alerting them to where she was. Her boss glared at her, slapping her as he pinned her down on the floor, straddling her as his eyes filled with anger.
Steve and Bucky ran to the door they heard (Y/n)’s scream come from, kicking it open as they spotted (Y/n), being pinned underneath her boss. The two super soldiers saw red, Bucky being the one to force the man off of (Y/n) while Steve swooped in to pick her up, gently reassuring her while Bucky held the man up by his throat, the cold metal making her boss cringe as he struggled.
Steve resisted the urge in joining Bucky, focused on getting their darling home. He held her bridal style to his chest, letting Bucky do what he pleased as he left the two men alone, making sure to not let (Y/n) hear the pleas and screams for mercy.
Bucky arrived home late, making sure that everything had been taken care of with the help of Tony before he cleaned himself up, going into his shared bedroom, where he spotted his two lovers asleep. He smiled gently, glad they had been there to save her as he climbed into bed, promising to himself that they would always protect (Y/n) as he felt her hold onto his arm.
Peter had always adored his beloved (Y/n), and wanted her to be as happy as she could be. When she had practically pleaded with him to let her have her own job, he couldn’t help but cave in, knowing how much she loved the job she was applying for. He celebrated when (Y/n) told him that she had been accepted, making sure to fix something extra special for dinner.
(Y/n) was over the moon to get her dream job, not knowing her excitement would soon be crushed by her boss. At first, she didn’t pay him any mind. She knew that she was the newest employee there, so she thought that maybe he was testing to see if she could handle it. She continued to hold her head high for a few months, until she realized he was serious.
(Y/n) had worked too hard to get this job, and she wasn’t going to let this asshole ruin it for her, so she gritted her teeth and continued working, making sure her lovely boyfriend wouldn’t worry about her. She pursued through the hurtful comments he would make, how uncomfortably close he’d get while she was working, and eventually it became exhausting.
She hesitantly left her boyfriend in their bed, getting ready for the day as she made sure she had everything she needed for work, leaving a note for Peter before she left. As usual, her boss picked on her, pointing out invisible flaws in her work before he told her to meet him in his office.
(Y/n) frowned, letting out a sigh as she made sure to save her essay before she stood, expecting to get a bit berated before he would leave her alone. She stepped into his office, looking up at him only to see that he was taking off his tie, her fear only worsening when he began to unbutton his shirt. She refused to watch this, running out of his office, wondering where the hell her co-workers had gone as she ran to the women’s bathroom, locking herself inside while she called Peter, shaking as she heard someone banging on the door.
Peter answered the call, smiling as he asked her what she needed, only for his smile to drop as he heard her panicked breaths, listening as she begged for him to come get her. He didn’t hesitate, getting suited up before he made his way to her place of work, not wanting to keep his darling waiting.
(Y/n) cried as she heard her boss yank and pull on the door, freezing in fear when she heard him begin to mess with his keys, knowing he’d be able to get in as she begged for Peter to get there soon. She waited with bated breath, listening as everything had gone silent, wondering how long it had been before she heard the door open. She let out a sob, too scared to see who it was as the person gently cupped her face.
She was surprised, looking up to see it was Peter, her beloved Peter. She let out a relieved sob, holding onto him as he gently rubbed her back, reassuring her that she was safe with him as he brought her home, making sure he wore his mask before swinging to their home. He made sure she would never get hurt again, his heart warming as he felt her cling onto him.
Loki was elated when he had learned that his beloved (Y/n) felt the same way for him. He promised her that he would make her happy, and when he heard her talking about getting a job, he supported her. He helped her find a job that he believed she would enjoy, making sure it wasn’t too far from their shared home. Loki had a few second doubts, wondering if he was willing to have her away from him, but he knew it was worth it when (Y/n)’s face lit up, telling him she had gotten the job as she pressed a kiss to his lips.
Ever since then, (Y/n) made sure to make her wonderful boyfriend proud, making sure she put in her all at work, but made sure she didn’t overwork herself. (Y/n) wouldn’t notice the flirtations from her boss at first, mostly just assuming he was just a friendly guy. It wasn’t until he placed a hand around her waist that she had confidently told him that she was taken, making sure she made him let go of her before she left, wanting to return to something more important.
As the days dragged on, her boss seemed to leave her alone, making snide remarks under his breath, leaving before she could make out what he had said. It didn’t bother her, mostly glad that he seemed to finally take the hint. She was working, just like she usually was, going over the presentation she had made and was making adjustments, making sure that it looked professional and the information was accurate. As (Y/n) was working, she was notified by an intern that her boss wanted to see her in his office, making her let out a gentle sigh before she thanked the intern, watching as she left to join her co-workers at the party they were throwing downstairs.
(Y/n) had opted out of the party, wanting to finish her work so she could spend time with Loki once she got home. She came to a stopping point before she made her way to the office, not worrying about what would happen since all she saw was a man with a deflated ego. (Y/n) opened the door to the office, noticing that the chair that her boss would sit in was turned around from her. She was slightly confused, stepping inside and closing the door, wondering if he knew she was there. As she walked up to the desk, she felt someone wrap their arm around her throat, making her gasp as she began to struggle, fighting and kicking with all of her strength, trying to yell curses at him as he tried to choke her out.
(Y/n) was determined to not let him overpower her, biting him as hard as she could on his arm as he let out a yell, throwing her off of him and making her crash against the wall. She felt her head pound as she became dizzy, her nose bleeding as she tried to get away from him, kicking at him when he tried to grab her ankle. The struggle was interrupted by Loki, (Y/n)’s lunch in hand since she had forgotten it at home. Everyone seemed to freeze, Loki’s eyes immediately spotting her bloody nose and the bruises forming around her throat. He then turned his attention to her boss, letting her lunch fall from his hand before he lunged at him, pinning her boss to the ground as he began to beat him.
(Y/n) would normally be freaked out, but she was so grateful that he had arrived just in time, hiding her face as he heard him curse at her boss, beating him to a pulp before she gently tugged his arm, telling him he had done enough. Loki looked down at her boss, realizing that he had passed out a while ago. He let out a sigh, standing before he turned to (Y/n), helping clean up her bloody nose before he pressed a kiss to her cheek, wiping away her tears.
“Shh, you’re safe with me, my love. Let’s go home, we can do whatever you’d like.” Loki stated, smiling gently as he took her by the hand, letting the police take care of the man as they left, giving her hand a squeeze as he looked down at her. Perhaps now she would stay with him, after all he had warned her before that people would try to hurt her, and this had only proved his point.
~fin~
author’s note: these boys will never let you get mistreated, you deserve so much better! don’t worry though, they’ll do anything just to keep you safe, even if that means breaking a bone or three! <33
Yandere Steve with a gn darling who has depression
Request(ed?): Yes! - Hey, idk if this sounds weird but how would steve react to y/n going through a depressed episode? — requested by 🥔 anon
Warnings: yandere themes and alcohol
Authors note: Didn't sound weird at all! This was fun to write as this was my first time writing steve. Hopefully this is okay, I had to hurry this! Stay well :)
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Steve is fairly observant, so the moment you started to stay inside more, ignoring his text messages/or calls and declining his offers to hang out; he knew it was getting bad again.
He understands depression is like a scale. At times, you will feel excellent, feeling energetic, and then crash down all of the sudden; wanting to stay in bed until the world ends.
At this point, he will do everything in his power to make sure you feel heard and that you are not alone. Seeing you in such a low state makes him upset and not being able to take it away makes him even more upset. Usually, at this time, he will try to comfort you as best as he can: kissing your forehead while giving you a back rub or cuddling you.
Steve would never get mad at you, no matter how much you decline his offers to leave the bed or snap at him to leave you alone, he doesn't sigh or get annoyed. He understands that you don't need any more stress as it is, so he tries his hardest to never loose his cool.
He will occasionally check for hygienic updates. Steve will gladly help you with wiping down your face with facial cleanser wipes, help you brush your teeth, or gargle some mouthwash to feel better or to some degree, feel cleaner.
Steve will let you rest as much as you need, but will occasionally shake you awake to make you eat breakfast, or pull you out of bed to do some activities with him. If it gets you out of the bed, for even about 30 minutes, he will take you for a walk, do a fun board game or go outside, and sit on the patio to get some serotonin.
Steve will even put on your favorite shows, and make your favorite food to bring you to bed; making sure you eat something, offering some water so you stay hydrated.
After a hard day of doing activities, he will lay with you on the bed: cuddling, watching your favorite comfort shows while eating some leftovers from the night before.
Yan!Steve from MCU Civil War with a F/so that is on team Iron Man pls. I wanna know how he will handle it
🧐🧐🧐🧐
Steve's a very fair and loyal yandere, while he'll seem to respect and not overreact to your decision it doesn't stop him from feeling betrayed.
No matter the differences in opinion your not allowed to physically separate yourself from him, Steve wouldn't allow his fragile darling to be anywhere that he can ensure your safety which especially means no sticking to Tony's side.
Agree with him all you'd like your still a couple, if he can manage to take your through each event he endures besides him Steve would, through you'll most likely be lock inside a apartment he got just for the rare occasion he can't protect you
Warnings and various tags: Yandere Steve Rogers, Yandere Reader, smut (oral sex, fingering), sweet and dark, elements of emotional manipulation and stalking, comfort, light fluff, darkish Steve and darkish Reader
Story Rating: Explicit/Mature, 18+
Relationships: Steve Rogers x Female Reader
Word Count: 1,262
A/N: This is for the Penny Dreadful challenge. Thank you for hosting @nellblazer! 🧡 and thank you to @imanuglywombat xx
Theme: The Birth of Photography
Summary: You both recognize the beauty in each other.
AO3 link
As he looked over your lovely, quaint-looking little house, Steve shuffled his feet, anxiously waiting to knock on your door.
He was finally where he should have been all along, and he could feel that you were waiting for him.
Smiling to himself, he remembered the day he got your first message.
A sweet, red heart sketched on the envelope of the letter, and inside of it, there was a beautiful, black and white photo of your record player, along with a little appreciation note for him.
After that, you sent him a different, vintage-looking photo every month.
He kept all of them inside a diary, the same where he stored copies of the drawings he sent to you, along with your little notes. Steve loved reading them before going to bed, and he always took one with him when he went out for a mission.
While you never revealed much about yourself but your name and your quirks, he quickly found out everything there was to know about you.
You were perfect for him, and in a matter of minutes, you were going to be part of his life forever.
-
To say that you were worried was an understatement.
You spent the last few hours staring blankly at the computer's screen, your thesis "The Birth of Photography" long forgotten.
Steve didn't send you any of his drawings for the past four weeks, and you were in distress. Logically, you knew that he just helped defeat the alien Thanos and bring back the dusted people, yet you couldn't help but question yourself.
Did he not want you anymore?
But just as you began to wallow in self-pity once again, the doorbell rang.
-
As he observed you opening the door, Steve couldn't help the wide smile forming on his face. You were the loveliest dame he ever saw, wearing high-waisted navy blue sailor shorts, a white blouse, and a pair of comfortable but elegant slippers.
He sighed contentedly. "Hi, Sweetheart." He said, smiling sheepishly, hands in the pockets of his grey khakis.
You couldn't help but stare at him with wide, glassy eyes. "Steve?" You said, taking a tentative step towards him. "Are you really here?"
He grinned. "Yes, honey."
Not trusting yourself to speak, you slowly put a hand on his chest.
"I'm here." He said, as his hands engulfed yours.
"Are you..." You paused and shook your head to yourself. "Are you here to stay?" You asked, watching him smile at your question.
"Always."
Taking his hands in yours, you led him through your house, showing him around. Steve could see that you were euphoric, and that delighted him.
He knew that you didn't care that he invaded your privacy as long as it was to find you. You wanted him as much as he wanted you.
"Well, Steve, this is it." You said, giving him a bashful smile.
Oh, how he already loved the way you could turn shy.
"You have a beautiful home, sweetheart." He said, taking your hands in his own, tenderly running his thumbs over your skin. "But I think I have to make it up to you."
You looked at him with wide, curious eyes. "How so?" You asked, watching as he lowered on his knees.
"I've been so preoccupied with Avenging, and I have neglected you." His hands went to your shorts, unfastening the zipper. "I'm sorry I haven't sent you my drawings." He lowered your shorts, and you stepped out of them, revealing a pair of lace tap panties which he promptly removed. "But I also wanted to surprise you with my presence." His nose nuzzled your pussy, and you inhaled sharply, shivering as you felt him running it over your sensitive bundle of nerves. "Steve..." you whispered.
"Let me take care of you." He said, starting to suck on your clit while two fingers probed your entrance. "Have you ever pleasured yourself while thinking about me?" He asked, thrusting one of his fingers inside and then resuming the skillful work with his tongue.
"I..." Your mouth slowly shaped itself in the form of an o, orgasm starting to build. "Oh god..." You were breathless as he began to rub your clit with his thumb while his middle finger stroked your inner walls. "Yes!" You gasped, climax overtaking you.
Steve slowly removed his fingers, his eyes never leaving your face.
Wordlessly, he hoisted you up, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, your hands and arms going over his shoulders. "Thank you. Nobody ever did it for me." You whispered, burying your head in his neck.
His warm hands started rubbing your back. "Oh, honey." He shook his head as he began to walk you both towards the bedroom. "You will never have to worry about any of that ever again." He purred. "I'm here. I'm always going to be here." He said. "I'm never going to leave you, just as you will never going to leave me." He whispered in your ear.
You smiled at his words. "I could never do that." You mumbled.
He grinned. "I know you couldn't." He placed you gently on your bed, then slowly kissed your forehead. "I'm going to make you something to eat." You nodded and yawned, making Steve chuckle.
As you watched him go, your eyes slowly closed on their own accord, a sense of contentment washing over you.
-
Before going to your kitchen to fetch you some food, Steve stopped in front of a beautiful and antique escritoire; he was sure that it was the writing desk you liked to use when you wrote him your sweet little notes.
As he opened its drawers, he couldn't help but grin at the sight. Along with duplicates of the pictures you sent to him, there were about ten photos of himself scouting the surroundings of your house.
You knew he was stalking you, and you welcomed it.
Overwhelmed by a sudden rush of warmth and the desire to hold you in his arms, Steve decided to go back to your bedroom. Stopping at the threshold to admire your sleeping form for a few moments, he then slowly went in and tucked himself in under your blankets.
You felt a pair of warm, large hands roaming over your belly as he pulled your body towards his own, your back to his chest, his head in the crook of your neck.
"What about the food?" You asked ironically, and he laughed softly. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I got...distracted." He muttered.
"Oh, did you now?" You answered, amused. "By what?" You asked nonchalantly.
It was Steve's turn to be amused. "I have found the photos you took."
You smirked. "Good." You murmured. "I was so scared you didn't care beyond our small exchanges." He started kissing your neck as you felt him shake his head. "Those small exchanges were essential to me. I wouldn't have made peace with my past without them. Without you."
You sighed, dreamily. He had no idea how much his words warmed your heart and soothed your mind. "Steve, I..." You were starting to become emotional again. "Thank you for finding me."
His arms tightened around you. You were the only person that understood and recognized his way of expressing love and devotion. He had no doubts that you were going to love him even more once you found out how many photos of you he took and collected.
You were as obsessed with him as he was with you, and neither of you would ever need anyone else but yourself and your future children.
Hello there can I request yandere Steve with a sweetheart crush that is oblivious to his tendencies. That doesn't mean they don't like hanging with him, rather they think of him as a good friend. They're just confused why their other friends are suddenly busy and Steve is always the one who's available for hanging out. Thanks!
Notes: I decided to go with a blurb for this one :)
You looked down at your phone, re-reading the message your best friend has just sent you. ‘Sorry can’t hang out tomorrow :( xx’ To anybody else this would have been just somebody probably having plans - busy. But this wasn’t a one time thing. This had happened to you multiple times in the last four months, you would make plans with friends and they would cancel last moment. A lot had even stopped talking to you completely, your best friend was the only one who hadn’t yet. However, you were now worried they’d do the same. If they stopped talking to you you’d have nobody. “Y/N?” A deep voice called out from beside you “Is everything ok?”
Steve. Steve and you had been friends for about...how long was it now? Four months? He almost always seemed to be able to make time for you and was always there when friends canceled their plans with you. You looked up into his clear sky blue eyes, you were watching a movie together and were sitting on the couch in his apartment. Close, but not cuddling. Suddenly tears started to form and your vision started to become blurry “Hey,hey what’s going on?” Steve asked, his voice laced with worry. He pulled you closer and started to rub circles on your back “Come on sweetheart...you can tell me right?” His eyes seemed kind, but there was something else about them that seemed...off. You didn’t notice.
“A-Another...one...of my...friends...cancelled on...me” You spoke between sobs. He pulled you even closer, you now had your head pressed against his chest. “Aw...” He cooed “It’s ok..sh, sh...don’t worry about it, it’s not a big deal I’m sure of it” He continued to rub the small circles on your back as he rested his chin on the top of your head. He smirked slightly. “No-No...this isn’t the first time...I don’t think...any of my...friends...like me anymore!” You choked out, sobbing harsher afterwards “What...did I do wrong Steve?”
Steve pulled you away from his chest and looked into your eyes. “Nothing, it’s their lost...you don’t need them” he told you softly. You got pulled back into his chest “You have me”
A Letter for You (Yandere Captain American/Steve RogersxReader)
Love of my life,
Not enough people write letters these days. I get that there are a lot more options now and everything, but it just feels more tangible, more real to write a letter. You can touch it, hold it, keep it close. If you were to give me a letter, even if you only wrote one word, I’d keep it with me forever.
But anyway, that’s why I decided to write you this letter. I wanted you to have something from me, something more than just some voicemails or even a memory. Though, don’t get me wrong, my memories of you are some of my most precious possessions. It’s just that you deserve absolutely everything that I can offer and more, so a letter is the least I can give you.
And truthfully—well, this is kind of embarrassing—but I think I’ve been messing up recently. I left thirty-four voicemails for you, or at least, I thought I had. I thought that I had gotten the hang of cell phones and texting and all that, but I suppose I’ve still got a lot to learn, cause considering your lack of a reply, I guess you haven’t been getting my calls or anything. But like I said, a letter is better anyway; it’s more worthy of you, more genuine, more romantic.
I hope that finding this letter on your counter didn’t scare you too much. Really though, your home is my home, and soon my home will be yours. And in all honesty, the whole phone mix-up made me a little nervous. You’re probably wondering as you read this why I didn’t mail this to you or just leave it in your mailbox. After thinking it over, I realized that it was simply too big of a risk. The letter could get lost or destroyed or even stolen. I couldn’t stand the thought of something like that happening. This letter, this proof of my love is for your eyes and your eyes only.
I just love you so much—it’s my responsibility to prove and to demonstrate my love to you in every way I possibly can. It’s impossible to describe, but with you I feel more than just happy or whole or even just in love. With you, I feel something that I haven’t felt in ages: I feel like I’m home. And I lost my home once, I refuse to lose you.
