Ferchu0406

Franz is in the kitchen, making tea (one of the things you’d taught him to do to appear more human). You climb out of bed, padding through the house barefoot until you find him. Your plush robe is half-open, hair slightly tousled from fresh bed-head. Your pupils are blown wide, breathing shallow.

The mark glows faintly under your skin, veins pulsing brighter as you set eyes on him.

Franz turns at the sound of your footsteps, his expression unreadable. He expects you to yell at him, say something cruel about running you, but…

You close the distance and, determined, you pull him down to your level by the sides of his shirt. He drops down to one knee, eye-level and ready to listen, to serve. 

You kiss him.

Not sweetly. Teeth clacking, tongue demanding, full lips bruising against his. Your hands fumble at his belt.

“Inside,” you gasp against his mouth. “Now. Please. NOW!”

His hands clamp around your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the kitchen counter and dropping you with a force that makes your breasts bounce. 

He doesn’t ask questions. He doesn’t hesitate. He just smirks, opening your robe to reveal your short nightgown. He lifts the fabric over your thighs and yanks your panties aside with a soft rip. 

You’re soaked. Dripping, almost. 

He inspects your folds with his large index finger, the light sensation making your stomach burn with delight. The touch is feather-like.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asks, voice flat, though the corner of his mouth twitches.

“I-I don’t know, but I just need you, please!” You beg, moving your hips to meet the gentle movement of his finger. 

Ever so slowly, he crowds you, leaning forward so much he might as well be on the bed with you. His large form overtakes you before he kisses you. Closed mouth. Lips only. 

But you want more. The mark pulsates even more, and it feels like you’re burning from the inside out.

You bite his lips, drawing blood and making him open his mouth, where you force your tongue inside. He stills for a moment, taken aback by your forwardness, then resumes. Maybe he likes it when a tiny woman does something like that to him?

His tongue — too long, too dexterous — slides against yours and quickly takes control

Two large fingers enter you; they curl and shift as if they have a mind of their own. You moan, closing your legs around his hand, but the other quickly forces them back open. The two of you part, a bead of blood from the lip you just ruined. His head drops to your neck, kissing the side of your throat so tenderly that it makes tears form in your eyes. 

Then he starts to suck, so hard that little red marks bloom where his mouth is quick, then they turn a dark purple-black, stark against your skin tone. 

“…Franz, please,” You beg, “just fuck me now.”

A sweet plea, but the tone is much more demanding than he expects. His smirk drops, but his pupils are blown too.

“Why should I have to listen to you?”

“Wh-What?”

“Earlier, you couldn’t stop talking about how I ruined you. And now you’re begging for me to fuck you,” he mutters against your throat.

You freeze. “…I don’t choose it.”

“I know. It’s instinct now.”

His fingers fuck you painfully slowly. 

You whimper at the pace, “Please!”

He flinches, just slightly, perking up at your voice. “…So cute…” 

“I never thought I would be able to control your body as you do mine.” He says, resuming his pace one more, coating his fingers in your juices to periodically remove and consume the fluid he earns from you.

Almost excited, he frees his cock from his trousers. Hulking. Massive. Painful. But it doesn’t make you want it any less. It feels essential.

He lines himself with you, the tip alone splitting your wet lips open. He can’t push it in with ease. You’re simply too small. So, he rocks his hips in small increments. Slowly allowing your human body to adjust to his size as he gradually fills you. 

You whimper, but he quickly covers your mouth with his, absorbing the moans as they leave. 

He pulls away briefly. “It’s okay.”

Then–

You cry out. All of his length is slammed into you with a singular, deep thrust. He’s buried to the root, evident by your new belly bulging with his shape. You hold his shoulders for support, but nothing seems to help the fresh pain. Your nails dig red crescents into his skin.

Only a moment passes before he snaps.

He fucks you like the monster he is.

Fast. Relentless. His hips slam into yours with bruising force. The tea cups on the counter clatter under you. You clench around him helplessly, milking him, pulling him deeper, your moans turn into broken cries.

The pain fades, and pleasure replaces it. Your head falls back, and you suddenly feel less like you’re burning. Coolness washes over you, the mark’s fiery sensation the only thing left. 

But with every thrust, the veins surrounding the mark would glow faintly under your skin like molten ink.

And the way he ruts into you…

He sounds like an animal with his heavy breathing. Your stomach roils with ecstasy. And you come first.

The sensation is sudden, violent, and you scream his name, walls fluttering and spasming around him, sending him into a frenzy. His pace quickens into something that isn’t human. Then he buries himself deep and floods you, thick, hot pulses that overflow, immediately dripping before he can pull out.

The two of you stay locked together.

You’re panting, but he’s not. He looks like he could do it again if you let him.

Your cheeks are stained with tears.

Franz leans down, licking them with his wet tongue, and then presses his forehead to yours.

“You needed me,” he whispers. The words sound relieved, almost reverent.  Like hearing you beg for him fuels his very existence.

The mark quiets for now. 

You don’t reply to him. Instead, you hold him close, burying your face in his neck as the aftershocks roll through. 

Who knows when you’ll get like this again?

Maybe tomorrow. Next week.

“Franz, what happened to me?” You ask softly. “Why does the bite mark you left hurt me like that? And why does it go away when we…. When you…”

He watches you carefully. “It makes us closer. It draws you to me the same way I’m drawn to you.”

Franz’s pupils are still blown wide as he gazes at you, like you’re the most interesting thing in the world. You just blink at him.

“Wh-what?!” You try to move, but you’re trapped by his weight. “I thought the mark was supposed to protect me from other monsters!”

“It does.”

“But you just said it makes me… like this!”

“It does that too. What’s wrong with that?”

You fight and squirm. “Get off of me!”

He frowns, pulling out and leaving a gaping wet hole where his cock was. He gets off.

You jump down from the counter, body aching from how hard you were tensed up. The moment you set foot onto the floor, your knees buckle. You can’t feel your legs. Franz moves to stop you from falling.

“I can’t believe this…” You whisper, then you look at him, “When will this go away?!”

“…I don’t know.”

“S-So, I’m just going to be like this forever…? How will Francis want me if I’m like his for you?”

Franz doesn’t answer right away. He just breathes, slow and careful.

You pull away from him, standing on your own but barely. Your innards ache from the activity, and it serves as a reminder of your promiscuity. 

“I was supposed to be… perfect. Quiet… Pretty… Polite.” You look at him, then you look away, like you can’t stand the sight of him. “I smiled right. I practiced in the mirror every morning. I spent so much time picking outfits that I knew would make his head turn. I never showed my anger or displeasure. I learned to cook. Clean. How to be a perfect wife.”

You swallow, and the entire situation dawns on you. “Maybe I’d feel loved or wanted by him… But now?” You ball your hands into a fist, “I belong to something that isn’t even human. You ruined everything.”

Franz stills again, afraid to move. Even the rising and falling of this chest stopped, once again reminding you that he is just a monster imitating an attractive man. He just listens to you. His face is blank, and for a split second, it's as if your words go through him. But you don’t stop. You can’t.

“Francis will never want this,” You gesture to yourself on the side of the mark. “No one will. I’m tainted. Like… damaged goods.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “And it’s all your fault!”

Franz finally moves. One slow step towards you.

“Don’t,” You move back. “Don’t come closer.”

You almost cry, but you blink it away. “I… I don’t want your ‘comfort.’ No matter what, it doesn’t fix any of what’s already happened. I want—” Your voice breaks. “I want to feel like me again.”

Franz’s throat works. When he speaks, his voice is so low you almost can’t hear it. 

“I didn’t know.”

You laugh. Sharp, bitter, and fake. It cuts through the silence like a blade in the dark.

“You didn’t know? The monster that spent years watching me and knew how to imitate the man I smiled at for years?”

“I thought that you’d love me more if… I became a better him. And the mark wouldn’t matter, it would just be  proof that you’re mine.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Proof of what? That you can ruin me—”

“I didn’t want to ruin you,” he whispers. “I just… wanted to keep you.”

“L-Leave me alone. I hate you!” You scream, louder than you mean to. The neighbors on the other side of the wall surely heard.

His frown deepens. “I know, but your body doesn’t.”

“Get out of my room, Franz. Get out of my house!”

You shove at his chest. He watches you pad away from him back to your room.

Silence stretches once you're alone. Your room, once a place of feminine solitude and recharge, feels bleak. You feel… cold. 

You cry. Just a little. The reality was scary, but it’s not entirely terrible either. A part of you genuinely wants Franz. But you know what that means. You know what he is. And now you’re stuck. You could call the D.D.D. to solve it, but… it sounds immoral. He looks so much like a man, even if it's uncanny at times. It would be like killing a person.

You open your door just a crack.

You see him. Sitting on your too-small couch next to your too-small coffee table. He makes everything look too small.

You retreat inside. The door opens again, just a sliver. Enough for the sun-filled living room to cast a thin golden strip on your face.

He’s seated, elbows on knees, head bowed, hands clasped between them so tightly his knuckles are pale. His long legs are stretched out in front of him. He never planned on actually leaving, it seems.

When your voice cuts through the quiet— “Why are you still here?” — It’s soft. Not angry. Just tired. Hollow. Wondering.

His head lifts slowly, and his eyes find yours through the crack instantly. Dark. Inhumanly steady, aching in a way that makes the room cold. He remains where he is, just looking at you.

“Because I can’t leave you,” he says. 

Simple. Quiet. Just fact.

“Why?” you question, your chest hollows with anger, but your voice remains calm for a time. “No one will want me now. Not Francis, not—”

“Good.”

The word lands like a slap.

Your breath catches, and your fingers tighten around the door’s edges. 

He continues in a lower voice than before, more gravelly and edged with possession. 

“He shouldn’t want you. No man should. I saw how other men would look at you on the street. How disgustingly excited they’d get when you’d look in their direction, and I know the things they’d think about doing to you if they got you alone.” He rises from the couch, and you instinctively close the door a bit more to hide. “So when you say someone won’t, it means that no one else can have you. Hurt you.”

You can’t stop yourself from speaking.

“Are you not hurting me?” 

“Th-that’s different,” He’s outside the door now, his voice coming through the crack of the door. There’s resistance on the knob. He’s holding it. “…I’m giving pieces of myself to you. L-Like the mark—to protect you, it hurts, but it keeps away bad people.”

“But it controls me! I want you even when I don’t. And the pain is unbearable. I never asked for any of this. I never asked you to protect me. I… I don’t even really know what you are.”

Silence crashes again. He doesn’t move, but you can feel his presence on the other side of the door. He stands there—too tall, too broad…

Your lips move. “You may be a monster, but you’re just as selfish as the men you claim to be disgusted by.”

You slam the door, the lock clicks—small, defiant. It’s not much of a barrier, but it’s yours. The linen pools onto the floor as you wrap your arms around yourself. 

Hot tears spill from your eyes, a coalescence of anger and sorrow. You let them fall, and you remain there, breathing too fast, staring at a single corner of the room.

The mark glows, but it doesn’t burn.

Wood groans, and you jump. The door begins to crack and pull. You back away from it as you see his fingers curl around the edge, knuckles whitening, and with the barest flex of his arm, the entire door comes free from the hinges. You flinch at the splintering screech of nails and screws as they clatter every which way.

Franz steps inside, the door in his grip like a broken shield. He sets it aside, gently, casting a long shadow that swallows you. He steps across the threshold, and you can’t tell if he’s angry. 

 Before you can shove, slap him, or scream, his hands find you. One cups the side of your face, brushing the tears away, while the other slides to your waist, pulling you against him until your feet leave the floor. 

He kisses you. You don’t kiss back, but it doesn’t matter. He pulls away to rub his cheek against yours. It feels like he’s smothering you, but the mark stops glowing. 

“Wh-What are you doing, Franz?”

He doesn’t answer right away. He just keeps rubbing his cheek slowly against yours, like he’s trying… to memorize your scent or leave his own behind.  His breath and body are warm, but you can feel how tightly wound he is; his touch isn’t dominating, yet you feel him tremble with the effort of holding back. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he says at last. “I’m sorry.”

But he doesn’t get very far before he tenses up, then begins to tremble. His large hands remove from you, and his eyes become shadowed by his hair.

“…F-Franz?”

“I… have to eat.”

That’s right. 

“I brought raw meat from the butcher—” You step forward, but he steps back.

He shakes his head. “I can’t eat animals.”

You swallow hard. He doesn’t look at you.

“Okay,” you say, “So, you’re just going to… eat someone?”

He doesn’t reply and exits the room.

“Wait, Franz!” You trail after him, but he’s too quick.

“Don’t open the door for anyone. Not until I’m back.” He says.

You barely make it out the door before he’s disappeared. Both ends of the hallway are clear, but you hear a strange rattling coming from above and see a dark shade escape into a vent.

“Was that Franz?”

You stand there, robe hanging open, legs still weak, and the mark on your neck faintly pulsing. It’s not completely gone. 

You begin to treat inside, then you hear someone.

“Miss (y/n)?”

Francis’ tired, quiet voice filters through the empty hallway. Your heart stutters. 

You whip around to see him, but he looks… different. Less like himself and more like Franz. Your cunt perks you up with a singular throb. Your cheeks warm, and so does the mark. 

“F-Francis… I need you.”

“What’s wrong?” He asks. “Are you sick, you don’t look—” His eyes trail downwards, your open robe makes your breasts exposed, skin glistening and flushed.

As you reach him, you stumble into his chest, and he secures his arms around you. 

“(y/n), are you sick? You’re burning up.”

One of his hands moves to your forehead. The temperature of your body keeps rising.

Francis doesn’t ask too many questions.

He just tightens his arms around you, one hand steady on your back, the other supporting your legs as he carries you down the hallway like you weigh nothing. Your robe is still hanging open, but he doesn’t comment on it. He just keeps his eyes forward, jaw tight, breathing a little heavier than usual.

“Almost there,” he murmurs. “Just hold on.”

His apartment is only a few doors down — 208. He fumbles with the key one-handed, shoulder bracing you against the wall until the lock clicks. The door swings open into a small, tidy space that smells faintly of coffee and old paper.

He carries you straight to the couch and lowers you onto it carefully, like you might break. Your robe slips further off one shoulder, but he averts his eyes and pulls a thin blanket from the back of the couch to drape over you.

He presses the back of his hand to your forehead, then your cheek. “I’ll get some water. Maybe a cold cloth. Just… stay right here, okay?”

It hits like a wave this time — no slow build, just sudden, overwhelming need. Your thighs press together on their own. Slick gathers fast, soaking through what little fabric is left between your legs. Your nipples tighten painfully against the nightgown. The ache in your core turns sharp and hollow, demanding to be filled. The dark veins on your neck pulse visibly, warm under your skin.

Francis comes back with a glass of water and a damp cloth. He kneels in front of the couch, gentle as ever, and presses the cool cloth to your forehead.

“Here. This should help—”

You don’t let him finish.

Your hand shoots out and grabs the front of his shirt. With a strength you shouldn’t have, you yank him forward. He stumbles, catching himself with one hand on the couch beside your hip.

“(y/n)—?”

You surge up, straddling his lap before he can pull away. 

Your robe falls completely open. Your nightgown rides up your thighs as you settle over him, knees bracketing his hips. Your hands push against his shoulders, pinning him back against the couch.

Francis’s eyes widen, breath catching.

You kiss him hard — desperate, messy, all teeth and need. Your hips roll down against the growing bulge in his trousers, grinding with shameless urgency. A broken little sound escapes your throat when you feel him twitch under you.

Francis groans softly into your mouth, hands hovering at your waist like he doesn’t know whether to push you away or pull you closer.

“(y/n),” he breathes when you finally let him pull back an inch. His voice is rough, confused, but there’s heat in it now. “You have to stop.

You shake your head, tears pricking your eyes even as you grind down again, chasing the friction your body is screaming for.“I need you,” you whisper, voice cracking. “Please… I can’t stop it.”

Francis’s hands finally settle on your hips — not pushing you off, but holding you there. His fingers dig in just a little, like he’s fighting the same losing battle.

He looks up at you, tired eyes dark with something new.

“…Okay,” he says quietly. “Okay.”

Francis’s apartment is quiet except for the low hum of the fridge and your uneven breathing.

You’re still straddling his lap, robe fallen open, his hands resting heavy on your hips. Neither of you moves to separate.

The mark on your neck pulses once — slow, satisfied, but not for long.

You close your eyes.

This is what it does now.

It doesn’t just mark you. 

It rewrites you.

One moment, you’re screaming that Franz ruined everything. Next, you’re clawing at the nearest warm body because your own skin burns without it.

You hate it.

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Katara

She doesn't take jealousy well

She'll pretend she's not jealous and bury these feelings

But they'll end up bubbling inside her and it'll come up in a fit of rage

When your back is turned, she'll attack the person that was flirting with you

You'll be none the wiser to what she did

She'll smile at you and you'll probably be confused

The person won't even see Katara coming or even know what she did

She watches in fury though, while the person hits on you

It definitely irritates her more that you don't realize they're flirting with you

Sokka

He's like his sister, by burying his feelings deep inside

He'll probably know his feelings are bad, but he loves you and it feels so right

He might challenge them to a fight, just out of nowhere

You'll be confused, but the person won't take Sokka seriously

Sokka would make an absolute fool of himself, as long as it meant he had your attention back

He needs your confirmation that you still love him

He'd take your pity over your distaste any day

Aang

He's the most passive about his jealousy

He's very extroverted and will join the conversation, turning the vibe off [at least hopefully]

If they don't, he will get a little angry

He'll control the conversation and the flirter can't do anything about it, because Aang is so likeable

He makes sure the hint is thrown out there, that they need to leave you alone

If they don't? Well, let's just say their house blew down, so now they don't have time to hit on you

You'll feel bad, but Aang will come up with an excuse on why you and the gang need to leave

Suki

Ugh, she gets so huffy

She is very forward though and will enter the conversation

If the person tries to push her out, she will get aggressive

She's very straightforward and will confront them, even if you're there

You think they're just being friendly and the flirter will use that to their advantage

"You're just being paranoid, I was just telling them about the town"

Suki will glare, knowing it's bull, but she quickly realized she was cornered

She awkwardly smiled and turn towards you, "The gang needs our help, we should go now"

You won't think about it much and wave goodbye to the flirter

As you both walk away, Suki will turn around, smirking while waving bye to the person

Azula

Oh, you screwed up bad

When she gets jealous, she gets violent [Though she gets violent a lot]

But, she doesn't know how to healthily express her emotions, or really just express them at all, so she acts out

She hates this feeling because she's used to be confident and adored

She hates when you even waste a second of your time on someone that isn't her

She deserves all your attention, why are you wasting a second on them?

She's mad at them for talking to you, but she's also mad at you for encouraging them

You'll have to calm her down, or she's killing everyone

Her fits of rage cause a lot of casualties

She then blames you for everyone that got hurt

"Well, if you hadn't been flirting with them, this never would of happened"

Zuko

Him and sister have anger in common

He wants to burn them into the ground

Make them suffer for making him watch

He's very annoyed, but doesn't know how to express his jealousy

He won't act out like a child, but he was glare and fire emits from his fist

Anyone can tell he's angry

He'll walk up to you both and glare at the person, before wrapping an arm around you and forcing a smile

"What are you guys talking about?"

You weren't really into the conversation, so you'll say nothing, but Zuko takes it as you not wanting him to know

Did you hate him? Wait, were you talking about him? Why won't you tell him?

God the anxiety eats him alive

He then begins regretting approaching you both. But you just grab him, before pretending to hear your name and pull Zuko along, saying something like "I think I heard Sokka call us. Let's go"

He'll apologize, but you'll laugh, and lightly punch his shoulder, "I didn't want to talk to them. They were so cocky. I'm so glad you saved me. My hero"

Gellert Grindelwald

i feel like this man is possessive as hell

more of an isolating and protective yandere

he doesn't want anyone pressing a finger to any hair on your pretty little head

above all else he is driven and charismatic so after his obsession develops, he will immediately sneak in there and manipulate you

but he also wants you to depend on him, that way you will never leave

he wants to make you his whether or not you know it

he fills and indoctrinates you into think all muggles and wizards supporting them want to hurt you, that he's only trying to protect you because you're so special

he almost wants to curse you for gripping his heart so tightly, for controlling him without even knowing it

he has few qualms about killing in front of you but he'll try not to, just not very hard

when it comes to the wedding, he might try and convince you by inventing a false prophecy that if you don't he'll die

you wouldn't want to hurt him so, will you?

he doesn't like physically telling you how much he loves you, instead he'll say things like "We belong together." or "You're very special to me."

he does make an effort to keep you protected and feeling secure

and he doesn't like other people talking to you too much

if you also had a deep connection with Dumbledore then Grindelwald would make sure to server that tie, whispering lies about him wanting to betray or hurt you

as far as kids go I think he would them to keep his lock on you and to further his line but I'm not sure how deeply he would care for them

if any of them favoured your features however I think he would grow especially fond of those children in particular and teach their sibling to hold them in higher esteem

i think he would grow quite clingy over you, always keeping you on his arm when it's safe

Albus Dumbledore

this man already has a mischievous spirit and high charismatic presence so i feel like he could get you to trust him easily enough

after that he puts in all the works, fixating on you being in his life and drawing away for just long enough to keep you longing and missing him

he wants you to want him too, unlike some of the other yanderes who don't care so much about making your relationship real, he needs it

he would give you gifts in forms of sweets particularly so you associate them with him

he will insert himself into the most intimate parts of your life so you can't escape him

he doesn't want another lover to let him down like Gellert did so he manipulates what you can and can't do whether that be your friend suddenly avoiding you or you start feeling mysteriously ill out of nowhere

as a husband he is attentive and will likely bring you to live at hogwarts by his side, never leaving his sight

he doesn't lock you away though, he doesn't need to when he has you safely among the school

how much trouble can you get up to under his watchful eye?

he gets a certain thrill when there is danger about and you crawl into his protective hold

if you start teaching he will encourage it in fact, liking the way you integrate your lives together

as far as children goes he doesn't really want them, your always surrounded by them and watching grow, if you really want one then he won't mind you giving some extra support to some of the kids or being particularly parental but other than that he's not fussed

he is a regretful man and so i think he also makes a point to make sure none of those regrets include you even if his antics get quite obsessive, giving you flowers almost everyday and smothering you with affection as soon as he wakes up even if you're still asleep

if you ever died he would want to go with you and enjoy "the next great adventure" by your side

he doesn't intend to live without you

Aberforth Dumbledore,

in his school years that instead of negotiating, he preferred to settle things by duelling and combat

therefore i imagine he would approach this in a similar way

unlike his brother, he does not dedicate himself to winning your affection or charming you, he may very well attempt at developing a love potion or just take you away

he was not above using underhanded tactics against his foes and you would see this in how he interacts with you, for example he might use polyjuice potion to gain your trust in someone you are close with's body

he doesn't care how he gets you, just that he does get you

i think he could very well be a punishing yandere if you do not give in to him

as for the wedding i think he would want a small ceremony if any at all

potentially could use influencing spells such as the imperius curse if he won't get caught

i could see him wanting you to have a daughter with him so he could name her Ariana to honour his sister

whether or not you are a wizard/witch yourself, he is far more powerful than any other and he knows it

legilimency is frequent in your relationship, he doesn't see much point in asking you something if he can just know it already and the more he finds out the harder he falls, your thoughts infiltrating his brain is what fed his attraction to you in the first place

he will hold a grudge if you try to escape and will make the effort to make sure you watch while tied up as he blocks off every possible exit you could make

eventually his trust will be earned back but it might take a year or longer

Percival Graves

this one was a bit trickier because out of everyone i know the least about him but i think he would be a calculative yandere...precise

he is ambitious and serious

he does care about what you want and is willing to develop a romantic or platonic arrangement but he will always see you as his

if you're not married to him then you won't be married to anyone at all

he will trick people carrying romantic interest to you with rumours and lies about you until you come crying to him, he likes to comfort you and will do whatever it takes to feel your warm body in his arms

he will consistently take you to work events and slowly make you dependent and close with people connected to him and only him

he doesn't mind how long it takes until you get to the point where you accept his advances, he can wait

all because he knows it's necessary and once you are together then he will never have to work so diligently for it ever again

the wedding will seep of extravagance and he will keep the ceremony intimate

this is for you and him, no one else

he doesn't particularly care if people try and convince you to leave him, he dispels any of your worries by telling you they are poisoning your mind

he knows them better than you do, he assures, listen to him and no one else

he won't be a very bloody yandere i don't think

he's got too much at stake and he knows that if you ever found out about it then everything would be over

i don't know whether or not he would care for children, i think he would prefer to keep a small family

Severus Snape

this man has already lost one woman he believed himself to be in love with, he doesn't want to lose another one

and if anyone takes away the person he is infatuated with then there will be hell to pay

he has the dark lord on his side now but he is also a skilled potions master, if someone gets to close to you he can easily slip an extra helping into their cup or food of something less...appetising

enough to maim them seriously, maybe in an indistinguishable way

he will only resort to murder as a last stitch attempt

he can't lose you, he refuses to

he won't propose, he knows he won't accept no as an answer anyway and will force an agreement, perhaps threatening those you care about so he can keep you

as far as archetypes go i think he would be on the eliminating side of things

Lily chose James over him and so he simply won't give a choice this time

doesn't have the energy for such things

he doesn't have time for it and he's not lenient either

surprisingly he's not too possessive, he will keep a keen eye on the friends you choose but won't hurt them if he thinks he can trust them enough

he's not particularly fond of children so i don't think he would push the subject but if you wanted them i could see him begrudgingly complying

when he sees harry he is still furiously raging at the sight but it will be subdued if you have children of your own

i could see him locking you away once the war is started no matter what side he is on

Voldemort killed Lily, he will have no problem kill you too if you're on the side of the order

Gellert Grindelwald

i feel like this man is possessive as hell

more of an isolating and protective yandere

he doesn't want anyone pressing a finger to any hair on your pretty little head

above all else he is driven and charismatic so after his obsession develops, he will immediately sneak in there and manipulate you

but he also wants you to depend on him, that way you will never leave

he wants to make you his whether or not you know it

he fills and indoctrinates you into think all muggles and wizards supporting them want to hurt you, that he's only trying to protect you because you're so special

he almost wants to curse you for gripping his heart so tightly, for controlling him without even knowing it

he has few qualms about killing in front of you but he'll try not to, just not very hard

when it comes to the wedding, he might try and convince you by inventing a false prophecy that if you don't he'll die

you wouldn't want to hurt him so, will you?

he doesn't like physically telling you how much he loves you, instead he'll say things like "We belong together." or "You're very special to me."

he does make an effort to keep you protected and feeling secure

and he doesn't like other people talking to you too much

if you also had a deep connection with Dumbledore then Grindelwald would make sure to server that tie, whispering lies about him wanting to betray or hurt you

as far as kids go I think he would them to keep his lock on you and to further his line but I'm not sure how deeply he would care for them

if any of them favoured your features however I think he would grow especially fond of those children in particular and teach their sibling to hold them in higher esteem

i think he would grow quite clingy over you, always keeping you on his arm when it's safe

Albus Dumbledore

this man already has a mischievous spirit and high charismatic presence so i feel like he could get you to trust him easily enough

after that he puts in all the works, fixating on you being in his life and drawing away for just long enough to keep you longing and missing him

he wants you to want him too, unlike some of the other yanderes who don't care so much about making your relationship real, he needs it

he would give you gifts in forms of sweets particularly so you associate them with him

he will insert himself into the most intimate parts of your life so you can't escape him

he doesn't want another lover to let him down like Gellert did so he manipulates what you can and can't do whether that be your friend suddenly avoiding you or you start feeling mysteriously ill out of nowhere

as a husband he is attentive and will likely bring you to live at hogwarts by his side, never leaving his sight

he doesn't lock you away though, he doesn't need to when he has you safely among the school

how much trouble can you get up to under his watchful eye?

he gets a certain thrill when there is danger about and you crawl into his protective hold

if you start teaching he will encourage it in fact, liking the way you integrate your lives together

as far as children goes he doesn't really want them, your always surrounded by them and watching grow, if you really want one then he won't mind you giving some extra support to some of the kids or being particularly parental but other than that he's not fussed

he is a regretful man and so i think he also makes a point to make sure none of those regrets include you even if his antics get quite obsessive, giving you flowers almost everyday and smothering you with affection as soon as he wakes up even if you're still asleep

if you ever died he would want to go with you and enjoy "the next great adventure" by your side

he doesn't intend to live without you

Aberforth Dumbledore,

in his school years that instead of negotiating, he preferred to settle things by duelling and combat

therefore i imagine he would approach this in a similar way

unlike his brother, he does not dedicate himself to winning your affection or charming you, he may very well attempt at developing a love potion or just take you away

he was not above using underhanded tactics against his foes and you would see this in how he interacts with you, for example he might use polyjuice potion to gain your trust in someone you are close with's body

he doesn't care how he gets you, just that he does get you

i think he could very well be a punishing yandere if you do not give in to him

as for the wedding i think he would want a small ceremony if any at all

potentially could use influencing spells such as the imperius curse if he won't get caught

i could see him wanting you to have a daughter with him so he could name her Ariana to honour his sister

whether or not you are a wizard/witch yourself, he is far more powerful than any other and he knows it

legilimency is frequent in your relationship, he doesn't see much point in asking you something if he can just know it already and the more he finds out the harder he falls, your thoughts infiltrating his brain is what fed his attraction to you in the first place

he will hold a grudge if you try to escape and will make the effort to make sure you watch while tied up as he blocks off every possible exit you could make

eventually his trust will be earned back but it might take a year or longer

Percival Graves

this one was a bit trickier because out of everyone i know the least about him but i think he would be a calculative yandere...precise

he is ambitious and serious

he does care about what you want and is willing to develop a romantic or platonic arrangement but he will always see you as his

if you're not married to him then you won't be married to anyone at all

he will trick people carrying romantic interest to you with rumours and lies about you until you come crying to him, he likes to comfort you and will do whatever it takes to feel your warm body in his arms

he will consistently take you to work events and slowly make you dependent and close with people connected to him and only him

he doesn't mind how long it takes until you get to the point where you accept his advances, he can wait

all because he knows it's necessary and once you are together then he will never have to work so diligently for it ever again

the wedding will seep of extravagance and he will keep the ceremony intimate

this is for you and him, no one else

he doesn't particularly care if people try and convince you to leave him, he dispels any of your worries by telling you they are poisoning your mind

he knows them better than you do, he assures, listen to him and no one else

he won't be a very bloody yandere i don't think

he's got too much at stake and he knows that if you ever found out about it then everything would be over

i don't know whether or not he would care for children, i think he would prefer to keep a small family

Severus Snape

this man has already lost one woman he believed himself to be in love with, he doesn't want to lose another one

and if anyone takes away the person he is infatuated with then there will be hell to pay

he has the dark lord on his side now but he is also a skilled potions master, if someone gets to close to you he can easily slip an extra helping into their cup or food of something less...appetising

enough to maim them seriously, maybe in an indistinguishable way

he will only resort to murder as a last stitch attempt

he can't lose you, he refuses to

he won't propose, he knows he won't accept no as an answer anyway and will force an agreement, perhaps threatening those you care about so he can keep you

as far as archetypes go i think he would be on the eliminating side of things

Lily chose James over him and so he simply won't give a choice this time

doesn't have the energy for such things

he doesn't have time for it and he's not lenient either

surprisingly he's not too possessive, he will keep a keen eye on the friends you choose but won't hurt them if he thinks he can trust them enough

he's not particularly fond of children so i don't think he would push the subject but if you wanted them i could see him begrudgingly complying

when he sees harry he is still furiously raging at the sight but it will be subdued if you have children of your own

i could see him locking you away once the war is started no matter what side he is on

Voldemort killed Lily, he will have no problem kill you too if you're on the side of the order

Now, isn't life full of surprises?

Or a least for you that is.

You were just an ordinary woman living in New York trying to get your shit together.

Nothing exciting ever happened to you

In fact, your life is a mess, especially your love life. You never expected anyone to notice you at all.

You didn't believe in fairytales, especially when it came to these weird stories about wizards and witches living among you.

So imagine your surprise to see an actual fucking wizard in your home.

But you were not the only one surprised in this situation, he was too.

Gellert Grindelwald is the most powerful dark wizard living these days, wanting nothing for the Wizarding World to take over the Muggle World that forced them to live hidden for centuries.

And he also wanted you.

He spotted you a year ago, when he was arrested by the MACUSA, he saw your face and that was all he could think of for the entire time he spent in that cell.

A mere muggle consumed the mind of a dark wizard.

Once he was finally free from his prison, he went after you. Which, didn't took long.

->

You were laying in your bed, deep in your sleep, while he stood on the side of your bed, watching attentively.

Yes, he could take you in that moment, you couldn't do anything against him, especially in your sleep. But there's a feeling that is making him want you to be awake for this.

He analyzed you entirely, for many, you would be an average woman, like any other, but not to Gellert, he didn't knew why, but you were divine to him.

He soon noticed your eyelids moving, you were waking up, but he didn't move, he wanted to see your face when you saw him, and mostly when you notice...

You couldn't move

He looked amused seeing your face of despair at your current state, but there's no more time, he need to do one last thing.

Take you to your new home <3

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I feel like Mark is a really needy boyfriend for you. Like anything you do for him is the sincerest, cutest act of love. He loves watching you eat, breathe, sleep. He loves to see you exist.

And yet, even though something in him doesn't feel right when he sees you suffer..... He feels in heaven knowing that, for these moments, you need him as much as he needs you.

So when he sees you clutching your belly in pain, rolling around in bed all night unable to sleep, moaning from the discomfort of cramping and frowning at the impossibility of a good night's rest, Mark knows exactly what to do.

It usually starts with a hug, Mark makes a point of wrapping his arms around you, his skin radiating warmth and his mouth resting gently on your forehead (though he'd love to be somewhere else). Your boyfriend starts to tell you how much he loves you, and how he just wants you to be okay, showering you with compliments before lowering the volume of his voice, just a little.

He speaks loud enough for you to hear him, he tries to keep his tone sweet, but from your perspective, it feels serious, like an animal wanting to taste its prey. A shiver runs through you

His body feels so warm, but his words are expressed like pure fire.

"Do you want me to help you feel better?"

He knows He can't take that pain away, and yet He will do whatever it takes to distract you from the world, to give you something even stronger than discomfort. A pleasure you can feel even in your bones.

And when you answer him with a weak “Yes...”

Mark's mind clouds over at all the possibilities available to make you happy.

He lets you settle back on the bed and spreads your thighs apart with a smile on his face. He approaches your core with treacherous calm, inhales the metallic smell of your blood... and licks his lips.

In another circumstance, he'd start by giving you kisses from your feet, advancing the entire length of your legs and thighs to your folds, but there's something inside the filthiness of the affair that makes him rush to get to your pussy.

Besides, he knows he's not doing this for him, but because you need him, you need to feel his tongue desperately inside you, giving you whatever pleasure it takes to forget your discomfort (please let him repeat it to himself until he believes it).

He loves it when you are hard on him, when you pull his scalp so hard, when you growl at the wet feel of his naughty muscle all over you.

He loves it when you beg him not to stop, when, with teary eyes, you tell him how much you love the feel of his warm tongue inside you, asking him for more, asking him to please help you forget all the fucking discomfort.

Mark sucks and licks desperately, he could never have thought this situation could be so... exciting for him, hell, he never even thought about something like this before he met you.

You're too busy feeling so good that you forget about him a little :( but he doesn't care, he takes it upon himself to move his hips against the bed, getting just enough friction to cum once or twice. He wouldn't even think of using his hands for that, because they're too busy caressing your skin, holding your legs apart and squeezing your hot flesh.

Might he leave some marks with his force? Nothing he won't kiss later <3

He can't help it, he loves helping you, but he also loves knowing that such an intimate part of you was now inside him, so he doesn't stop licking even when you stop crying from the pain of your cramps and start doing it from the electricity coursing through your body due to over stimulation.

And yet, can you blame him? His mom taught him to never leave food on his plate.

Your boyfriend doesn't seem to get satiated over time, but is getting more and more desperate to taste you more. He started this with the excuse of helping you, but now he just wants you to release more of that crimson liquid for him.

You are his drug.

When he pulls away, even through all the haze of your arousal, you can see all your juices staining his face, he looks like an animal in heat, he is stained red from nose to chin, and yet he doesn't seem to mind. He doesn't try to clean himself, as if your fluids have always been a part of him, something that didn't bother him.

Just now, you can't help but think it's as if a wolf is watching its prey, impassive, cold, powerful, ready to strike again.

And you love that feeling, the feeling of being under him, of experiencing absolute devotion through his love. Of still feeling the consequences of the passage of his tongue through your folds.

At the end, Mark gives you a dirty kiss, taking it upon himself to share everything with you. He kisses your lips until he runs out of air, and when he breaks away, he stays there, for a moment, only to see the mess he's turned you into.

You are so tired that he allows you to sleep.

Not before he unbuttons his pants and lets his cock rest inside you, without moving, with the sole purpose of feeling your heat.

And the next day, when he is forced to leave your interior, his eyes slowly scan his stained member.

He's so hard... Would it be too much to ask to let him cum once or twice in your loins? He just wants to leave a piece of himself in you.... Just a little bit, please.

And when you see the need in Mark's eyes, when you feel your core closing to an emptiness you know is so easy to fill....

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“It’s my turn!”

“Fuck you.” The yellow & black clad Mark cursed with a laugh as he continued to pound into you; though it was kind of hard to tell who was who with their costumes off. “You’ll get a turn when I say you do.”

“That’s not what we agreed.” The alternate hissed as he pushed his long hair out of his face. “You guys all suck….”

“Not really. But this one certainly does.” Mohawk Mark laughed in perverse pleasure at tormenting his alternate and fucking your throat. “Almost as good as my [Y/N]….”

The Marks had laid siege to Earth and were working on conquering it for their own. Cities crumbling under the might of the Invincibles. Getting a taste of what could have been. The only thing that seemed to delay their total domination of Earth was you and their need to be inside you.

You couldn’t remember which one of them found you originally, your mind all but blank now as it was in a state of constant overstimulation, but they brought you here. Apparently, there is a ‘you’ in every dimension, and for some of them that unlocked a lot of feelings some of them were not prepared to deal with or separate from. The boys eventually turned your capture into a game of ‘whoever destroyed the most stuff wins’ and the prize would be the next one to fuck you.

“Don’t say stupid shit like that.” You whimper as Mark thrust hard inside you. Hard enough to hurt. “You’re throwing me off.”

Mohawk Mark laughed. “What? Don’t you still have a [Y/N] back home? Or did you kill her too you fucking psycho.”

The Mark fucking your cunt growled and lunged forward to grab his mohawk mirror by the throat and slam him into a wall. Pulling himself and his twin from you with obscene, wet pops. Your lungs expand fully for the first time in a while, and you shutter as your over stimulated body is suddenly left empty. “Take it back!”

A fight ensued. Common, and no one steps in to help or break it up. If anything, one takes the opportunity to move in on his quarry. “My turn.”

Mark pushed his long hair out of his face again with a smile as he parted your legs and thrust his cock in where his alter had just been. “Hey!” The alternate shouted as he kept his mohawk self at bay with one arm. “I wasn’t done!”

“You snooze you lose.” You whine as the Mark now inside you grabbed your tits. This one liked to play with them every time you had sex. A lot of them did. Your nipples seemed hard all the time now and constantly sore from being played with so much. “Hey, you want in on this? Her mouth is free.”

“Pass.” A somber, sullen-looking Mark dressed in white, the armor of his father’s people, clipped back. “Using their mouth is a waste of time.”

“Tsk. You’re too good for blowies then?” You cry out as Mark’s hips snapped forward faster. Perhaps to make a point. Perhaps just to make your tits bounce.

The other Mark just frowned. “No. But it’s not a good use for valuable, Viltrumite seed.”

His hand reached out to splay over your stomach. Seeming unbothered by another version of himself fucking you, or the bump of his cock against his hand. In the few times it had just been the two of you together, he told you how you would be the perfect mother for the second coming of Viltrum. He always thought you would be.

“You can keep that ubermensch shit to yourself man!” Mohawk Mark cursed. Having scrapped away from his more crazed twin; or they just got bored fighting each other. “No one wants to hear about Dad’s super race. And if you’re ‘too good’ to get sucked off then get out of the way so I can finish!”

Before a second fight starts, the door opens, and the Invincible from a reality where he has his face completely covered walked in. “Where the hell have you been?!”

“Russia.” He throws something on the table. Something metal and heavy as it clangs on its surface. A symbol of his conquest.

The Marks all grow silent until one of them mutters, “Goddamnit,” and they all leave; but not before the Mark inside you studders his hips and cums inside. They all know what a victory like that means, and what it's awarded him.

Once the door closes, the hooded Mark pulls his mask off and sits on the bed beside you. Through the fog in your mind you can see that he's sad. The Mark from his reality looks so much older than the one you have here. They're the same age, the same face, but he just looks like all the youth has been sucked out of him. “I'm gonna get you out of here.” He told you suddenly.

Mark crawled on the bed and curled up with your naked body. Holding you like a fragile little dove. “I'm gonna find mom, and I'm gonna come get you, and then we'll go home. Then everything will be fine and the way it's supposed to be. You'll see.”

It’s not something they’re used to. Fights break out daily. And they don’t care about the damage dealt. It’s like kids stomping on an anthill just for the fun of it, leaving thousands to die every time.

Feeling as though it’s your responsibility, you try your best to please them all. Coming up with schedules—how they can alter daily or even hourly if need be—but it all proves fruitless. All you end up doing is begging them not to fight—on your knees, bowing while sobbing, holding onto the edge of their cape, pleading with them to stay.

They seem to like that. When you lower yourself.

Most of them refer to you as a pet. 

You remember Mark saying his father said he saw his mom the same way. You remember your Mark being disgusted by it. But even those of them who don’t refer to you that way still treat you like one, like something lesser, like something they’re letting live for personal reasons, not because you’re something that deserves to live.

The kinder Marks have a little more decorum about it. The superiority has really gotten to their heads, trying to spare you the understanding of how they truly see you, as if you can’t read between the lines. You don’t know if you dislike them more than the cruel Marks. At least they’re honest about it.

You’re starting to doubt whether your Mark is even still alive…

You’d cried for weeks on end to see him. And when they’d finally complied, they took you to the prison cell where they were holding him. You’d sobbed and kissed him and told him how much you missed him and how terrible everything had been without him, how you weren’t sure how much more you could take. 

He’d played along well enough for a while—you hadn’t been able to tell. But at some point, the way he touched you just didn’t feel right.

He laughed once you understood it. Mocked you. Licked the tears off your cheek with a grin and said it was worth it playing your weak-willed wimp version of them just to see that pretty look on your face. A couple of the others came in after that—they’d all found it just as funny. And then they told you they knew of a way to cure your loneliness—after all, why have your wimpy Invincible, when you can have the elite?

One time, when you were being extra whiny, as they call it, they’d taken you up in the sky and used you to play catch.

Mark had taken you flying before, but he’d never ever dropped you. And so you’d screamed until your voice gave out, and then you’d just closed your eyes and prayed for death.

But that wasn’t the worst part of it, as you found out… No, the worst part was when they’d undressed you and started playing something different with you. In the air, thirty thousand feet above the ground.

They all might look like Mark, but none of them are anything like him—some more than others. Beyond just sadistic, they’re psychotic. No humanity left, just trigger-happy thrill-seeking maniacs. They don’t even fight each other over you—they fight each other for fun. Coming back with mangled legs and broken jaws. Because why not? It’s no matter. They’re healed within the week. They don’t care about the many lives they’ve left in their wake.

But you’d caught a foul cold after their skylarking.

They’re not used to facing consequences—didn’t know who to blame but each other. Didn’t know how to fix it either—all scared you were going to die. They never did it again after that.

That’s not to say your life became any easier.

The dynamics became ever more strange the more months that passed...

At first thy wouldn’t fuck you at the same time, then they would, but without acknowledging the others presence, then it became a competition to see who could fuck you best. 

It’s not like that anymore.

Their narcissism has now evolved into a strange attraction towards each other. And it’s odd as fuck to be caught in the middle off.

They like watching each other fuck you now. Getting off on seeing themselves get off, using you more like a toy than a partner.

Any day now, and you’re sure they’re going to start kissing and touching each other.

Fuck knows what your role will be in all of it when that time comes.