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What should my next post be?
yandere story
superman
other???
my yandere works are more popular but i've been a victim of the superman craze as well....

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having sex with bruce banner be likeâŚ
heâs definitely the type to be shy and timid on the subject at first but once he gets comfortable with you and the relationship heâs so him.
bruce is gonna have his glasses on the very first time you have sex, because he definitely canât see
inevitably, the lens gets foggy because of his heavy breathing and the heat generating from both your bodies at the same time
it's expected that you both would be loud. sex always is, no matter who does what
yet, he's not as loud as you thought
he groans when you tug him closer and shutters when he pulls out to switch positions but all in all he's pretty quiet
you on the other hand scream to anyone who's willing to listen
hence why quickies are never on the table for the both of you
he actually scolds you when you are so horny to beg for him to dick you down in the nearest storage closet
don't get him wrong. it's hot when you purposely find him in the lab and look so hopelessly horny. but it's not like you are necessarily discreet when it comes to asking him for a quickie
"bruce come on...I need you now....it hurts"
Can you do a Clark Kent x reader having to deal with working at the daily planet and Lois vying for him even though he only has eyes for you. He loves your brown skin and different styles you rock. Iâm a black reader so thank you for sharing your writing.
imagine clark as your coworker
Swallowing thickly as you leaned your head on your fist. Huffing out a sigh, the continuous ticking of the clock, footsteps of your coworkers and the chattering from the Daily Planet News Channel are all pounding on the inside of your skull. You pushed your glasses up higher on the bridge of your nose as your eyes scanned over the rough draft for the next column. You absolutely hated proofreading, such a tedious and straining job for your eyes. All the overstimulating noises not helping.
And of course a bumbling fool had to prance his way to your desk. You heard the knock against the cubicle but you hoped your hair was big enough to drown out the noise.
"Yes? Do you need something?"
A small corporate smile is plastered on your face as you glance up at the familiar man. A soft glance hiding your underlying annoyance by the intrusion. Looking behind the man for a quick moment, you see two spectators focusing on this interaction.
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what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left
tw: non-con
okay.
he was scaring you, acting extremely scary and out of character in your eyes. even if that's who he's always been under the mask...
"no. stay longer." he demanded said.
"it's getting late, and I've been with you for a few days." you replied back, still trying to be polite and understanding in some way. you kept a comfortable smile on your face as you continued, "remember what I said about having time to miss me?"
he didn't want to hear that shit. you said this so often that it actually made him not want to hear your voice. even with the rampant thoughts of wanting to grab the nearest fabric and shove it in your mouth to shut you up, he brushed his hair back to express mild frustration with your words.
and with all this conversation, you still didn't make a definite move. you didn't get up, you didn't sternly say you were leaving and you definitely didn't get up to automatically pack up your things.

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Hiii! Youâre an amazing writer! That thing that you wrote with the stalker? *chef kiss* Perfect!
I canât stop thinking about him entering Y/Nâs house when sheâs at work or something? And taking something with him before he leaves (maybe some panties or a bra) and jerking off with it
missing items
okay. maybe you're clumsy or outright forgetful with your belongings but this time you can't just be imaging things. You swore you left your work bra on your dresser and now it's nowhere to be found.
instead of stressing about the piece of clothing, you wear a different bra and head to work. you already felt like this day wasn't going your way, so when your boss said you have to do inventory, you wholeheartedly wanted to throw yourself out the window. but nonetheless you go to the back and begin unpacking and organizing new merchandise.
you were scanning tags and going through boxes when your scanner sent a red notification.
'missing'
'notify available management'
'missing items'
he felt like a pervert. for once in his stupid life. he felt like a freaking pervert.
every time he looked into your panty drawer he huffs with a shake of his headâlike it was his underwear that was actively being stolenâbut that's not the case. he simply filled with dread upon looking at the drawer because his favorite thing to borrow is becoming scarce. like damn, he'd thought you'd at least go buy some new underwear by now.
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having sex with bruce banner be like
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he's obsessed (yandere blurb)
loves you. hates them. (yandere blurb)
a thrill ride of obsession (yandere blurb)
its the stalker (yandere blurb)
missing items (yandere blurb)
what if your stalker loses the remaining piece of human decency he has left (yandere blurb)
imagine clark as your coworker (yandere blurb)
it's the stalker.
he was entranced.
by you.
the way your breasts moved freely under your shirt as you fumbled with your curtains after experiencing a brief moment of eye contact. It was heaven. he felt like he died ascended and descended all in a matter of seconds. he couldn't ask for more in the moment. seeing your irises widen then focus on his distant figure, in a split of fear.
but you.
you were alarmed. alarmed by the staring of a random man. you hastily undid your curtains and shut them as fast as you could. quickly your body took you to your door and make sure you locked it. you took a much needed breath but that didn't stop your chest from violently moving up and down. your heart pounding in your ears as you leaned against the door briefly before leaving to go back to what you were previously doing.
you thought that eye contact was bad. but it got worse. you didn't think when bags and bags of things kept showing up to your door. at first small packages that you mindlessly brought inside your home, then, undisguised bags of luxury items and items you wanted but wouldn't buy just as yet. you were warned not to open them but you couldn't help but peek.
delusional water king
âTheyâll see you as my goddess.â Shaking your head, you back away from the man.Â
âIâm not a goddess. Iâm an experiment.â You show him the number on your lower back, accompanied by scars along the skin you displayed to him. Staring at your figure, he noticed the scars were pink in your dark skin, most likely scabbed up and picked away by the strong currents. Shoving your shirt down, you cross your arms over your stomach, looking down and away from him.Â
âI am grateful that you saved me, I am but...I donât want to destroy the beautiful city you helped build.â His eyes bore into you, even as youâre not looking, the chance of intimidation being too great.Â
âI canât control it, Namor.â The way his name moved off your tongue and into the air made him tispy, it echoed in the cave, bouncing off the walls.Â
âYou saw what I did. I killed so many people.â Glossy eyes stared up at the feathered serpent god. He squinted at you with a smirk playing at his lips, was he finally seeing the real, troubled you? Turning to the hole in the ground that leads to the endless body of water, you fully intend on leaving.Â
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a/n: I can imagine this happening between black fem reader and Loki. this was in the vault too
âI was not expecting visitors today.â He snarks, his eyes staying on his book.
âRight but then again youâd rather words to a person.â You speak casually, shoulders easing its tension as you grow comfortable in the new presence.Â
âWhat poor soul did you agitate to be here today.â He closes the book standing from his slouched position on the chair and rests the book down behind him. His eyes drinking you in as his words express otherwise.
âYou move to insult me.â Your lengthy sleeves lift from dragging against the floor along with your dress to dangling faintly as your hands cover your heart.

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Hi lovely! Do you write for Brian O'Conner?
Hi! Of course, I write for him and anyone else!
Pervy husband staring at his wife's big chest and her actually noticing his expression~
She got flustered and immediately covered her chest with her arms
a thrill ride of obsession
you felt it. the weird looks. the lingering glances. but you passed them off as prolonged glares. looks of disgust and of realization that he's going to be marrying you in a few short days.
but you read it wrong. so unbelievably wrong.
Secondborn!husband who's becoming sloppy, lazy in his sneaky ways of going through your drawers to steal your intimate clothing. Secondborn!husband that notices how lazy you are getting with covering up your chest, noticing the way you walk around the room with less and less fabric covering your body as time counts down to your wedding.
Secondborn!husband that openly stares at you when he purposely accidentally enters the fitting room, where you were trying on your wedding night attire. Secondborn!husband who is shoved out the female dominated room and mentally stunned by the outfit he got a glimpse of.
Pervert!husband that canât ignore the way all his blood rushed from his head down to his dick. All his rational thinking getting lost on the journey to his bed chambers. Pervert!husband who whimpers and pleads for you when he rips off his pants and strokes himself to his vision of you. His vision of your curvy body and big tits squished into the bra of the tightly woven bralette.
Pervert!husband whoâs knees buckle under him when the image of your faintly flushed cheeks cloud his mind, causing him to slide down the wall of his room, all the while not letting his cock breath from the tight fisting heâs doing. Pervert!husband who wants to cum at the thought of you squeezing your breasts closer together in your sorry attempt to shield yourself from him, your own husband.
Pervert!husband who could care less if someone could hear him on the other side of this door. Pervert!husband whoâs mind just goes blank when he fantasizes about you on your knees in front of him, bouncing up and down on your heels as you push your tits against his straining cock. Strangling the muscle in his perverted version of quality time. Feeling the warmth of your tits around him and feeling the kitten licks you would leave on his tip. He can see it all unfold in his mind, the way you would breath so heavily from embarrassment and the excessive movement.
Secondborn!husband who acts like he didnât have a manic episode of being so horny that he basically couldnât breath or even think about anything but those gorgeous tits.
a/n: I didn't expect for this to take such a gross turn but hey, hope you like it. p.s. its black history month and time to spam my page as much as I possibly can.
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his hands burn down your body, leaving a fiery sensation in its wake. you hate it. you hate the way you shiver when his metal fingers twist your nipple in a corrupted pleasure. you especially hate the way he smirks at you when you moan and whimper for more.
the way your legs wrap around his waist when he forces himself on you. ripping off your clothes in a lustful rage and having no regard for your consent, when he already knew you yearned for this moment.
this very moment when he wraps his icy and soulless palm around your neck and pounds into your cervix with no regard for the wellbeing of your intestines. like you could even focus on that while being intoxicated by his overbearing scent of sweat and desire. his eyes entrapping you in a sinful gaze.
you should be scared. scared beyond belief but you aren't. you aren't and that's what will make you hate yourself when you finally are casted out of his spell. but now. you are mentally and physically wrapped around him. for better and definitely for worse.
as you moan and scream when he beats against your womb, he can't help but let a dark chuckle slip past his lips. this shook you to your core but the twisting in your stomach gave you tunnel vision to his clear enjoyment and break in character.
one goal. one objective in your mind.
your vision is blurred when your walls squeeze onto him in an torturing orgasm. and for a moment there you had clarity. you had it in your hands, in your grasp. but you lose it when he licks up your neck like a starving man stuck in a mental state of war.
you hate him. you hate this. but like a moth to a flame, you know you'll go right back to him with open arms and open legs.
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loves you. hates them.
Rich!boyfriend who really isnât your boyfriend but more of an arranged husband. Heâs sweet and all but you think heâs a bit overbearing for someone you just met.
Rich!boyfriend who demands your free time, disregarding how tired you may be from working. Rich!boyfriend who hates how much you work and provide for your family, he realizes how soft and spineless you are when time comes for you to speak up for yourself.
Rich!boyfriend whoâs intoxicated by the way you smile at him and the small touches you give him to express your gratitude for the excessive gifts. The way your eyes light up when you see him wonât ever get old to him. Rich!boyfriend who seeâs the potential in you, even if your mother tells him otherwise.
Rich!boyfriend who is immediately consumed by disinterest whenever your mother and father want to speak with him. They have so much to say and critic about your life, yet, they rely on their young daughter to get them out of their financial burdens.
Rich!boyfriend who notices the behavioral change in your sister every time he comes around. The way she perks up when he enters the room, the difference in the way she dresses when she knows sheâs going to see him versus when she doesnât know. Rich!boyfriend who is disgusted by this and is even more repulsed when she tries to make a move on him. This pushes him to increase your time at his home and decrease the time you spend at your house.Â
Manipulative!boyfriend who acts confused when you find your phone hidden away in his dresser drawer. Manipulative!boyfriend who forces you stay at his home for an extensive amount of time, convincing you that you are terribly sick from working so hard.
Manipulative!boyfriend who gives you a special type of medicine in your food so you stay sluggish and compliant. Manipulative!boyfriend who persuades you that the little white bottle he hides away is nothing and that youâre imagining things.Â
Rich!boyfriend who assures you that youâll feel better by the time the wedding rolls around.
Crazy!boyfriend who effectively got your family out your ear by smashing your phone to pieces and warning them that if they ever talked to you again, heâd do worse than cause a little car crash.
Did he forget to tell you that?Â
Rich!boyfriend who lies assures you that heâll find the people who T-boned your parents car.
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he's obsessed.
Secondborn!Husband who coincidentally gets married to you just as your countryâs death toll reached an all time high from war. So what his nation started it? That doesnât matter now, you have to worry about your upcoming marriage.
Secondborn!Husband that found the engagement revolting until he saw your face and instantaneously changed his mind. Secondborn!Husband that purposely gives you a impression of disinterest, when in reality heâs infatuated by everything about you. From the way your eyes perk up when you see him for the first time to the way you softly sigh when you think youâre finally alone.
Secondborn!Husband that has a horrible reputation in his own country and jumps to keep his image intact, with you. Secondborn!Husband who doesnât sugarcoat the way he feels about you in his head. Letting his wildest fantasies conjure up in his head once heâs alone and locked in his room.
Secondborn!Husband that physically shakes every time he realizes your wedding night is closing in. Realizing that, heâll be able to touch your body and kiss you freely and he cannot wait. Secondborn!Husband that insisted you sleep in the same room with him, since your wedding date is creeping and you would need to get used to sleeping with someone else. And not because he wants to watch your peaceful expression as you sleep soundly next to him.
Secondborn!Husband whose real feelings are starting to get exposed, when you find your panties in his dresser.Â
Pervert!Husband that steals your underwear when you carelessly leave them hidden underneath your pile of clothes as you go shower. Pervert!Husband who strangles his cock with your panties when youâre gone and moans pornographically when he comes in the fabric to the thought of you beneath him.
Secondborn!Husband who washes and hangs the underwear to avoid suspicion.Â
Secondborn!Husband who feels a giddy feeling for the first time in years when you both say âI doâ at the altar. He bathes in the fact that you cannot and will not ever be with another man other than him for the rest of your days.Â
Secondborn!Husband who finally has something that no one can take away from him, a oblivious little wife.
part 2
a/n: first post of 2024! thanks for following me into a new year and into a new era of posts.
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Exhaling a steady breath, you sluggishly stretch your body beside him. Blinking the sleep out of your eyes as you do your best to not wake him up. Slowly, you hold his wrist and remove his snug grip on your waist. Shifting the covers off your body and sliding out of bed. You gaze at him for a moment, seeing the way he adjusts his body to turn over.
Yawning as you step into your bathroom, you turn flick the light switch. Ignoring the way your bonnet is hanging off your head as you wet your toothbrush, you canât stop looking at how messed up your hair is.
Cursing under your breath, you canât help but stifle a laugh with a small shake of your head. Itâs almost amusing, the way you look like a train ran you over. Once you hunch over the sink to spit out the toothpaste, a hand sneakily smooths over your butt. Squeezing at the soft and slightly exposed flesh. Glancing at him from your peripherals, you wave to him with your free hand.
âToo bad you didnât want to stay in bed.â He says while grabbing his own toothbrush to get rid of his morning breath.
âYes, way too bad. Itâs not like we have responsibilities or anything.â You utter sarcastically while rubbing face wash all over your skin, watching how tired his eyes are.
Finishing up in the bathroom, you both go to the kitchen. The loud rumbling from his stomach being a huge indication of his hunger. Deciding to start up breakfast, you get out a pot and light the stove.Â
âJust hand me the pancake mix in the closet there.â You say while focusing on getting all the necessary utensils to cook with, not paying him any mind until he hands you the box.
âThanks-âŚ.â Taking the box, you immediately feel an abnormal substance on the edge of it. Eyeing him for a moment then looking at the box again, you shake your head with a few clicks of your teeth.
âHow hard is it to walk two feet? I swear you get lazier by the day.â You roll your eyes playfully and turn to the bowl youâre using for mixing. Feeling a small nudge in your shoulder and you dust some mix in his face.
âItâs like that?â He asks a bit surprised by the sudden flour in his face and you cannot help but laugh at your boyfriend.
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autumn night
Sighing with your shoulders slumped at your sides, you sluggishly shuffle into the bathroom. Refining your clothes to a pile on the floor, you twist the complex knob of your shower, effectively earning the correct temperature. As you see your reflection slowly fog up. Looking at your body through the glass, youâre adoring it more than usual. Your skin shining just right in the lighting, your boobs sitting just right all by themselves, your waist and chubby stomach not bothering you as much as it used to. Eyeing the shiny string of beads that sit on the small of your waist, you lightly tug on them and slide them down your hips. The jewelry sitting atop the pile of clothes on the floor. Picking up the dazzling beads, you place it on the counter and get in the shower.
Lathering your body up, the water hits the shower floor in a continuous pattern. From the bed he canât help but fantasize about your naked body, even if his focus is on his computer filing hero reports. Hearing the shower stop, he types faster, wanting to finish the mandatory work.Â