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Yandere Jimmy headcanons

Jimmy is already a manipulative bastard in general, but it's just so much worse when he's a yandere, you have no idea.

You see, the thing is, he doesn't care about your happiness in the relationship. He just wants you to himself. Be as miserable as you can, he just wants you to be his.

Of course, he will view himself as the perfect lover. He will want everyone to think he is the perfect lover. He needs to be admired, after all. Who cares about the truth?

Of course, you get blame for any kind of abuse he puts you through.

It's your fault he slapped you, you've been treating him terribly, he had to get to you somehow!

It's your fault he isolates you, you're delusional, telling people he's hurting you!

It's your fault he locked you up, you're the one trying to leave him!

It's your fault he has to hurt you. You are the toxic and abusive one, tormenting this poor man while he's trying so hard to keep loving you, even with all the shit you do to him!

Out of the whole crew, he is most likely to torture his darling. Literal, straight up torture until you tell him you love him.

And he's so sweet and caring afterwards, it's almost like he's a different person.

Of course, he won't apologize for it. You made him do it, he never wanted to. You should be the one apologizing to him, actually. Do you think he enjoyed all these fucked up things he had to do to you? Of course not.

No, it's your fault. You're making him feel awful for having to do it to you. But you're not giving him a choice.

Can't you see? You're the real antagonist. The real villain.

And he's just the poor man who fell in love with a monster...

I love that horrible man so muxh

Baby, Can You See Through The Tears? (Mature)

jimmy x gn!reader

c/w - jimmy being jimmy (misogyny, verbal and physical abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, cursing, ect..)

synopsis - you, jimmy's s/o, go to comfort him after curly gives the crew the news that they'll all lose their jobs after they return to earth. he's... not taking it well.

a/n - ahhhh! i love evil men so so much.... NOT excusing or validating his actions btw, you can enjoy things in fiction and not agree w or support them irl. and yes, the title is a lana del ray reference.

wc - 1240

(image not mine)

Manhandled

TW: Sex Tape, Fem! Reader, Size Kink, Breeding Kink-?

Being bent over the table by your fucking Colonel and taking his dick on camera? you didn't know you'd be doing that today but... here you are, His mask stuffed into your mouth to muffle your whines while he stuffs you full of his dick with no mercy, his fat meaty cock bumping into your cervix with each brutal thrust making you see stars. König grunted as he thrusts into you deep and hard, your cunt clenching around him so hard he could cum right then and there. Your cunt was the tightest out of all the women he's fucked in base, it was so tight he ended up drooling onto your back, his eyes prickling with tears from how intense the pleasure and pain was. His balls ached as you clenched even harder around his thick shaft. König couldn't stop the whine that escaped his lips when you arched into him, making him press even harder onto your cervix. He'd forgotten the camera was even there at this point, he was just rutting into you like an animal. Drooling all over your back as he watched the trail of saliva slide down your crack onto his blonde pubes. His hand snaked around you to grab one of your tits, squeezing the heavy flesh in his hand while his hips stuttered and his pace sloppier as he neared his climax, and so did you. His thick fat cock buried to the hilt inside you made your head swim and your thighs shake. You were sure you wouldn't be able to walk after this. You heard his whine and clenched even harder around him, feeling his pace get sloppier and his thrusts weaker. König's knees buckled slightly but he forced himself to stay upright when he heard footsteps so he quickened his pace before you cried out, cumming all over his fat shaft before he buried himself to the hilt, blowing his load deep inside your cunny.

A 120 kg beast of fat and muscle, undefeated, after every victory he demands you as a reward instead of your freedom.

You nurse his wounds gently and carefully, and only sleep side by side, his hands mold your breasts and nipples to control his anxiety after confrontations, and his hips grind against you, but never go beyond gentle rubs and kisses.

Gladiator ! Konig

Who loves the kisses you give his wounds over the bandages and bruises when it's all over, getting bolder when he points to his bulge, arguing that he took a hit there too, only to receive your lips on his cock.

He probably loves to have you on his lap at the banquets he celebrates with his companions, while they brutalize the sex slaves, he just caresses their legs and your breasts.

Yandere Jimmy headcanons

Jimmy is already a manipulative bastard in general, but it's just so much worse when he's a yandere, you have no idea.

You see, the thing is, he doesn't care about your happiness in the relationship. He just wants you to himself. Be as miserable as you can, he just wants you to be his.

Of course, he will view himself as the perfect lover. He will want everyone to think he is the perfect lover. He needs to be admired, after all. Who cares about the truth?

Of course, you get blame for any kind of abuse he puts you through.

It's your fault he slapped you, you've been treating him terribly, he had to get to you somehow!

It's your fault he isolates you, you're delusional, telling people he's hurting you!

It's your fault he locked you up, you're the one trying to leave him!

It's your fault he has to hurt you. You are the toxic and abusive one, tormenting this poor man while he's trying so hard to keep loving you, even with all the shit you do to him!

Out of the whole crew, he is most likely to torture his darling. Literal, straight up torture until you tell him you love him.

And he's so sweet and caring afterwards, it's almost like he's a different person.

Of course, he won't apologize for it. You made him do it, he never wanted to. You should be the one apologizing to him, actually. Do you think he enjoyed all these fucked up things he had to do to you? Of course not.

No, it's your fault. You're making him feel awful for having to do it to you. But you're not giving him a choice.

Can't you see? You're the real antagonist. The real villain.

And he's just the poor man who fell in love with a monster...

simon loves his ditzy, american girlfriend. how you make him repeat his words, sounding out the syllables because his accent's so thick, and voice so deep. though he thinks it's just an excuse for him to talk right into your ear, his voice several octaves deep, a rumbling sound low in his chest.

he loves your little american terms, the differences in your cultured upbringings in terms of slang, and lingo.

"'s futball, lov'," he'd murmur, a beer in the hand of the arm slung around the back of the old leather couch as you watched the game. his other arm would be across your shoulders, fingers creeping up your neck as he caressed your soft skin and lengthy collarbone subconsciously.

he'd huff a chuckle if he heard you mumble 'soccer' in return.

but it wouldn't be too long until he heard his own words integrated into the vocabulary, but only when you weren't laid on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he plowed his hips into your slick cunt.

your sweet, american accent just mewling his name so nicely from your lips, harsh contrast to the stinging pain your claws left in his scarred back.

it only earned you grunts in return, followed by a particularly harsh thrust, lewd, flithy sounds of flesh on flesh.

but pretty, pretty music to his ears after you'd been fucked stupid, a cock-drunk babbling mess. pretty american girl.

(as a girl who cums quick, i feel like this request was made for me)

THAT QUICK?

𝜗𝜚 the one where the CoD men find it cute how quickly you cum

𝜗𝜚 characters: simon "ghost" riley, john "soap" mactavish, john price, kyle "gaz" garrick 𝜗𝜚 cw: smut (minors—DNI), reader has afab genetalia and uses she/her, oral sex (reader!receiving), thigh riding, anal, some degredation, some praise, pet names

he's less insistent on fucking you these months, not because you're less pretty, but because he's afraid to hurt you, body grown more sensitive while carrying your baby, but should you want to, he's glad to treat you with just a tip, the rudy, thick crown that dribbles pearly precum over the slicked folds of your fluttering pussy, your form exposed from beneath simon's stretched shirt you wear.

cock gliding to press against your parting labia, teasing at your dripping hole, and next time you exit the house, you're limping not because of the heavy baby bump, but because of your body aching, delicate skin holding a memory of how good simon treats you each time he's able to, and a warning to every other men passing by, shooed away when the light catches on your pretty, bruised neck.

(sorry if it’s a bad description, I don’t really do requests often 😭)

-moss

ily moss

“Can’t ever,” he grunted, “get enough of this fucking cunt. Milking me dry, y’know that?”

The sound you made was feral, a moan that clawed at your throat, tearing through layers of skin until it found its own voice. Your cunt gripped his cock, his length dragging along gummy walls with an obscene squelch.

“Maybe I should just put a baby in you. You want that? You want my baby?”

This could mean two different things, and both are reasonable consequences in König's sick, rotten mind.

König wouldn't hesitate to render you physically unable to walk after an escape attempt if it came down to it, forcing you to depend on him instead. What don't you understand, Mäuschen? He adores you with all his heart, he wants nothing but the best for you! When you cringe at his grabby and greedy touch, pushing his grubby hands away, his poor heart aches, a frown curling the sides of his scarred lips as he gazes at you, fear and nausea visible on your face.

He'd thought about drugging you up so you wouldn't be able to feel the torturous, dreadful agony that would follow after him violently and brutally cracking your bones, sending waves of dread through your weakened, shuddering body, but decided to give you a reason to fear him, all while being forced to rely on him for survival. And while König would ignore what he'd done to you for his own mental sake and to not send himself into a depressive spiral, you'd be left forever haunted and traumatised, fearing his debauched touch every night when you're most vulnerable and meek.

Or instead, he'd leave you unable to walk in a different way, you could say... He'd contort your body in a plethora of degrading and humiliating positions, your rear perked up and angled towards him with a pearly bead of your arousal running down his veiny, leaking shaft. He'd use you relentlessly while coddling you, belittling you in such a condescending tone that you almost believe it, while you lay there, bruised and marked thighs clamped together and eyes shut desperately trying to forget about the worsening pain between your legs.

like she's so intrigued by him, so infatuated with this odd man. she giggles at his dark humour and crude jokes, a genuine smile on her face as her shoulders shake from laughing so hard while he's huffing out a sound of amusement of his own. meanwhile, everyone else has an uncomfortable look on their faces, giving them both judgemental stares.

he's the type to tug her close to him and kiss her nasty, uncaring if they're in a public setting. he sucks on her tongue and spits in her mouth, a big hand reaching down to squeeze her ass before disappearing up her skirt. he doesn't really care if others watch or not, and he grips her tight when she tries to escape, swallowing all her squeaky little noises with a satisfied hum.

there's no shame when it comes to him. he lets her know when he's going for a piss and asks if she wants to come, not bothering to close the door (he demands that she leaves it open when she goes too; it's only fair). he uses her hand to jerk himself off when she's busy or not in the mood, heavy groans rumbling from his chest because it feels so much better than rutting into his rough hand—not as lovely as her soft, pretty cunt though. he lets his tongue dip low to lap at her asshole and ignores her whiny protests, promising he'll make her feel good in a second, groaning to himself as she grinds against his face.

ughhh he's just so unusual. sometimes he stares at her too long for it to be considered cute, dark eyes burning into her very soul for so long that she has to remind him to blink. he corners her just to get a whiff of her perfume, heavy breathing down her neck like he's getting worked up just from smelling her.

when he comes home from deployment and tells her about the things that happened while he was away (lost one of my good knives in tha' prick), she's sitting pretty on his lap and chirping out her responses, urging him to tell her more. she says it's good for him to get it off his chest, but really she likes hearing his gruesome stories. it makes her heart flutter that he's so skilled and competent.

others have come up to her asking if she's okay and if she's aware of the weirdo following her, and she's like "yeah that's my man :)" she tries her best to drive them away before he starts sulking over yet another person interrupting their parallel play.

Loser!Simon Riley that holds anything you give him - he will not let go of it until you comment on it. you hand him a pan in the kitchen? well, you didn’t say if you wanted it on the stove, in a cupboard, the sink… so he’ll just hold it. grip a little too tight, knuckles almost white as he waits for you to give him instructions. when you look back at him and smile his knees go weak, “Oh, sorry— you can put it on the stove, Simon.”

Loser!Simon Riley that gets most of his dating advice from Johnny. Simon taking his advice literally, not interrupting it any other way. Johnny absentmindedly saying that he should help you into the passenger seat - but he walks off before Simon can ask for clarification. Johnny had meant simply opening the door for you, and Simon does that… he also lifts you up and sits you down, buckling you up before closing the door

sidewalk rule? it was non-negotiable. he always made sure he was between you and the street, shielding you from traffic. if you drifted too close to the curb, his hand would find the small of your back, guiding you firmly to his side.

“stay here,” he would murmur, his tone gentle yet resolute, as if daring the world to try anything.

whenever the car came to a sudden halt, simon’s arm instinctively shot out in front of you, bracing against your chest. the seatbelt should’ve been enough, but he never trusted anything more than his own reflexes.

“you alright?” he’d ask, his hand lingering just a little longer, scanning your face for any sign of discomfort.

in a crowded space, simon always led the way, carving a path with his broad frame. his hand would stay on yours or at your back, making sure you stayed close. and on a full train, he caged you in without hesitation, using his size to shield you from the press of strangers. his arms rested casually against the poles, but his stance was clear—no one would get too close.

whether you were climbing into the car or walking through a door, simon’s hand would always reach out to guide your head, ensuring you didn’t bump it. in the kitchen, he’d gently tilt your head away from open cabinets, all without thinking. it was pure instinct—small actions that spoke louder than words.

one night at 3 a.m., a car backfired down the street, the sound tearing through the stillness. before you could even react, simon had you pinned beneath him, his body shielding yours entirely. his heart raced, convinced it was a bomb. even after realizing it wasn’t, he didn’t let go, whispering against your ear, “i’ve got you, lovie.”

you could wear whatever you wanted—simon never cared. he wasn’t possessive, but confident. no one would dare glance too long in your direction, not with him at your side. and if anyone was foolish enough to try, one sharp look from simon was enough to make them think twice.

💀 Domestic!Ghost 💀

Never have I wanted to marry a fictional character this much 😔

Yes he wears hoodies to dates.