Spicyicetea

Legend of Zelda

Milf Y/N pt 1, pt 2 (coming soon)

My Forest Spirit[all next parts are linked on the previous part]

Yandere various playing with Y/N’s hair

Y/N that can control Malice

I can’t let you leave [Skyward sword link x spirit reader]

My dearest soulmate [ganon x Y/N]

Fi reader scenario

Link X cuddly reader

Jujutsu Kaisen

Something feels off [I am re-writing currently]

Persona 5

To change a thief’s heart

Pokemon

Various yandere headcannons

Eldritch Submas au [all posts in order]

Depot Agent Y/N ART

Oh Arceus [start of the story]

Elesa intro

Phoenix Wright/Ace attorney

Nothing so far, but feel free to request

Danganronpa

Nothing so far, but feel free to request

Obey me

Yandere obey me x MC from another world

JJBA

SFW

To catch this man’s attention you’d most likely need to be around the station fairly often. I’ve seen some variations where Y/N is a detective and that’s how they meet but I think Y/N being unlucky and a frequent victim of more minor crimes. I’m a sucker for some good platonic Gumshoe so I’ll be using this concept.

You first met when you had kicked open the precinct door, storming right past the front desk and slamming your hands down on your best friend’s desk.

“Gumshoe! My apartment got broken into again! That’s it, I need one of your tasers!”

“You know I can’t give you one, I can come around and investigate in my free time though. You can sleep on my couch until I’m done.”

You sigh with a huff and sit on his desk, waiting for him to finish with his paperwork. At this point the department knows not to bother you when you come rushing in, Gumshoe always sticking up for you while you wait to go get dinner with him.

That’s when his boss comes through the door, immediately noticing a woman he had never seen around, sat on one of his detectives’ desk.

“Alright, all done, we can go get something to eat then I’ll check out your apartment Y/N.”

“Thank god, I was wasting away! I’ll pay this time, I know Edgeworth has probably given you wage cuts recently.” You laugh as he pouted, patting his back.

That laugh, it rang through his ears, pulling his attention anywhere but the people trying to talk to him. That gorgeous smile, the way your nose crinkled, even that snorting and giggling you did trying to calm yourself down. All of it was captivating.

For the first time in years he found himself clearing his throat, dusting his blazer off and confidently striding over as Gumshoe was collecting his bag.

“Ah Mr Gant, I’ve filed all the evidence and sent it to Prosecutor Edgeworth for tomorrow’s trial, sir.”

“Ah, good to hear detective Gumshoe. Now I must ask, who is this young lady?”

“Huh? Oh this is Y/N, she comes here quite often sir. She had just come in to grab me before I forgot about our dinner plans.”

“Y/N… well it’s a pleasure to meet you dear…”

“Pleased to meet you too sir!”

That was when he fell, that smile you gave when you shook his hand had him smitten in a way no woman had ever been able to get him. It’s almost as if he’s frozen in place, just staring into your soul. You give him an awkward wave before rushing off to follow Gumshoe. He let out a disgruntled grunt as you left, finding himself fidgeting with his blazer as he walked back to his office. You just refused to leave his thoughts, your face, your voice, you haunt his mind, taunting him just out of his reach. You were already driving him crazy.

NSFW

I feel like it’d take a few months for him to get depraved enough for anything extreme. There were many sleepless nights brought on by his thoughts of you however. They started off nice enough, domestic in certain ways, before spiralling off into his depravity more and more after every one.

His first dream of you was just perfect. Work had been hectic, an increase of murders in the local area put a lot more pressure on the police. The sounds of the heels of your shoes clacking along the station floor, talking with Gumshoe as usual, his laugh drowning out your own. The two of you must’ve been walking past his office, but your footsteps stopped as a knock rang at his door. He let out a grumble, expecting a new pile of paperwork to be delivered by one of the new assistants. But there you stood, a bento box in your hands, still warm as condensation formed on the lid.

“Ah good morning Mr Gant! I made too much lunch and Gumshoe isn’t hungry.”

That should have been the first sign that it was nothing but a dream, Gumshoe would never turn down food, but he caved to his own desire. He stood aside, ushering you inside.

“Please come in, I was just about to take my lunch break!”

He wasn’t, he’s never taken a break before but… he’ll make an exception for you. He’d make any exception for you. He sat at his desk, looking over to the other opposite his, debating grabbing the chair from behind it to place beside his but you interrupted him. You confidently hoisted yourself up onto his desk, sitting in so close that your leg laid over one of his arm rests and atop his arm. His eyes traced over your leg, greedily drawing his fingers up your thigh before you stop him, grabbing his hand before he went too far. His eyes darted straight up to your eyes, an anxiety dwelling in his stomach in a way he wasn’t used to. Had he messed up? Don’t leave? He can make it up to-

“hahaha, calm down there soldier! The food will go cold.”

That smile did wonders for calm his nerves, so heavenly and soft, the slight imperfections in your grin just excited him more, it made you… you. He couldn’t wait to run his tongue along every crevice- ahem… yes he liked your smile. You had already opened the bento box, using the chopsticks to pick at the noodles. As you notice his eyes back on you instead of drifting off into space again you laughed, pressing the chopsticks to his lips.

“Oh welcome back to earth, you gonna eat or do I need to finish it for you?”

This was his heaven. You eagerly perched on his desk, letting him sit between your legs. He laid his head on your thigh as he ate moving your leg to his shoulder before his alarm woke him up. He grit his teeth, digging his fingers into his pillow until his blunt nails punctured through, the feathers spilling out as he sat up.

Images of your delicate form on his desk filled his mind once more. He grunted in frustration as he palmed himself through his boxers, throwing the sheets off of himself. He’d have to handle this in the shower, a way to hide the shame he felt as he furiously stroked himself like some hormone riddled fool.

In your hand was a small box, with a red plus. Having been a guardian angel he recognised it immediately, a first aid kit. You were here to help him? The scrubs covering your body told a story themself. A dedicated doctor that wanted nothing more than to help people, even the crumbling man before you. He saw you, your whole being, mind, body and soul. What a gorgeous soul... he has found his new deity. The entity he will worship to the ends of the earth, his god/goddess that he will bring forth the end of the heavens above for, no matter the cost to himself or humanity.

The feathers of his wings ruffled up as he tried to calm himself. Showing such a dishevelled side to his darling deity? Preposterous. He observed your demeanour like a hawk, narrowing his eyes to focus in on each and every movement. The twitch of your brow as your fingers swiftly opened the first aid kit, trying to gauge what would even be useful treating a creature like him. The dilation of your pupils as you ripped out the gauze, unwrapping the bandages and ushering him forwards. Before he could even warn you to avoid his bloodied wings, you wrapped a loop of gauze around it. The wing crumbled as you tightened the fabric, ash like remains falling to the ground. Your scream filled the air and that anger returned. Not directed towards you, but back at his bastard creator. How dare he be designed with such a horrifying flaw? How dare he be designed to scare you. 

Torn from his deprecating thoughts by your sniffles, he finally raised his head. Messy tears bubbled down your cheeks, nose runny as you hunched over the pile of ash, sifting through it as if searching for something. As your sobs racked your body, it shook his very being. Your bleary, bloodshot eyes met his from below.

“I am so sorry! I had no idea that would happen!”

Your voice wavered as if begging for his forgiveness. Don’t you know you shouldn’t do that? Hush your shaky voice and allow your angel to answer your needs, comfort you in the warmth of his bosom, right the wrongs done against your divine form. He didn’t miss the way you flinched as he raised his hand to grab you. His large hand cocooned your cheek as the other purposefully cast aside the first aid kit you had brought. It flew so far, it no longer remained in your eyeline. His hair surrounded your head as he caged you in, towering over with his inhuman height. Your head was held firmly against the fabric of his robes as he pushed his other arm at the backside of your knees, folding your body up in half and hoisting your body up to his. His hold was warm, delicate, possessive. The warm hand that tightly cupped your thigh rubbed back and forth, venturing further towards your hip before going back to the original position.

From the position you were in, you missed his looks. That wild fire returned. Pupils eclipsing the gold of his Irises, taking in every inch of your body. The soft flesh of your thighs. Warmth radiating from your body to his. Your arms shakily hung over his shoulders. The drum of your heart. He could hear the blood rushing through your body. Fear can be a powerful aphrodisiac. Yet the lack of a throb ,which he had only heard about from those who ascended through the pearly gates, pulsing through your body disappointed him. Instead it was him who was struck with the intense throbbing torture. Of course his god/goddess wouldn’t feel the same way but he still desired you in a way that was unfitting of such a loyal servant. His breathing had gotten heavier without his notice, catching your attention. You had long since stopped crying, holding onto his neck, worried about being dropped. Your eyes met as you looked up at him, something dangerous about the way he stared back. His eyes were like black holes drawing you in, yet you wanted nothing more than to run away, but at the same time to stay wrapped in his embrace. It took a hefty grunt from him to realise you were both moving, your body being jostled with every step he took. 

Lucius, the fallen angel (THE INTRO TO HIS STORY IS OFFICALLY UP, TO THOSE WHO WANT HIM GO GET HIM)

Rage, nothing but rage ran through the veins of the holy being, wings crumbling to ash around them. How dare they! How dare his god forsake him like this. He would have preferred to have been cast to the fiery pits like his brothers before him. His soft peach hair curled around his eyes, framing the wild gold. The world stops around him as your hand finds the skin between his shoulder blades. The poor entity that touched him... how their time on this earth was now rapidly depleting. Looking over his shoulder, your eyes met, his scanning the form of the being who dared lay eyes upon him in this moment of weakness.

"Excuse me... can I help you in anyway?"

In your hand was a small box, with a red plus. Having been a guardian angel he recognised it immediately, a first aid kit. You were here to help him? The scrubs covering your body told a story themself. A dedicated doctor that wanted nothing more than to help people, even the crumbling man before you. He saw you, your whole being, mind, body and soul. What a gorgeous soul... he has found his new deity. The entity he will worship to the ends of the earth, his god/goddess that he will bring forth the end of the heavens above for, no matter the cost to himself or humanity.

Edit: felt bad about Lucius’ being so short so I “finished” an old sketch of him.

I don’t like sharing my art but here (don’t remember the reference I used the sketch was quite old)

Roger, the Pirate

Once flourishing seaside towns, abandoned by the native inhabitants. Sea attacking the waves with a vengeance and an anger that would drive anyone away. Of course she was mad. Her plentiful expanses have been torn by war and now are weaponised with warships and scoundrels. As boats became more prevalent and accessible to the common folk, another threat appeared, pirates. Criminals who rode the waves in their stolen ships, raiding towns and crumbling villages. Anyone with common sense feared them, apart from your stubborn father. Your dear old dad, the soul blacksmith in the beachside village you were raised in, refused to waiver. This was his home, and he'd be damned if some punk would make him leave. The village folk stayed too, they considered him as close to a mayor as the town had. Luckily, not many pirates came to the area, despite the relatively calm waves. Hidden away in rocky coves and connected through wooden bridges, your home was well hidden and your people worshiped the sea. She was their queen, their bountiful provider and valiant protector. Your family held this tradition with a tight fist.

A large bang, rang out as the village shook. Screams... so many shrieks as your family jumped up and rushed to the village centre, your usually soft father brandishing the heirloom sword he had forged to commemorate his marriage to your mother. Pirates had rounded everyone up already, holding them at the tips of their swords, twirling their rudimentary guns as a threat. Your father hesitated, lowering his sword to not anger them, handing it off to his wife should anything go wrong. Each step he took forward was met with steps on the other end, a tall rugged man meeting him at the centre of the village. Long scars littered his body, flicking from the corner of his lips and the bridge of his nose, to the side of his throat and across his knuckles. His hair was a deep chestnut, rough and messy beneath the leather tricorn hat he wore. His eye patch was tucked into the collar of his shirt, wanting to look him eye to eye.

"We're here for your riches, but if you can't provide, I suppose your men can work off your village's debt."

It boiled your blood, how dare they try and hurt these people. These were your people! Your blood may not be royal, but the villagers treated you as such. Thousands of years ago, your family had led them onto the rocky coves to avoid the tyrannical reign of the original village lord. It felt as if your ancestors controlled your limbs as you took the sword from your trembling mother, ignoring the cries of her and your younger siblings. Brandishing the ornate blade with a profound confidence, you pressed it to the invaders chest, teeth grit.

"I am the only trained fighter here, so you either take me or leave empty handed."

He raised his bushy brows, his expression remaining unreadable. The air remained stagnant before he swatted the flat side of the blade, causing you to retract it to your side. He ripped the hat from his head, holding it low to hide... something, whatever it was, as he turned his back, clearing his throat.

"We leave at dusk lass, make us wait and we torch the place."

He loved sitting beside you at the cafe as you finished your food before begrudgingly saying goodbye to everyone and heading home. He’d never admit it, but he wish you wouldn’t have left, give him a chance to get to know you at least! Oh well.

But then, you bumped into him again, running from some trouble. Just like him you were a stand user, so it wasn’t uncommon to get in trouble for things that weren’t your fault. Your stand had a bit of a mind of its own so often got you into trouble.

After that day, when he met your stand, you two became very close. If your stand is strong then he introduces you to Jotaro, bragging about how he’s his nephew and that he always asks him for help with his work. Cut to him begging Jotaro for you to join them constantly.

Anyways, onto more relationship based headcannons.

My man loves it when you play video games with him. When you come over to study he usually tries to distract you to get you to join him and play but please make him study. His mom would appreciate you motivating him to study.

After the studying is done, he loves sitting back and watching a movie with you, wrapping his arms around you and not letting go.

He loves to kiss your forehead whenever you meet up for the first time each day. He’s a very affectionate person, most definitely getting you flowers every Valentine’s Day, chocolates are unavoidable as well. Don’t reject his love he’ll probably cry once he’s alone.

Yours and his stand are often seen holding hands, just like you do with him. It’s especially funny to the rest of your friends when your stand is crushed in his hugs and you sort of just keel over wherever you’re stood. Even Josuke thinks it’s funny but then remembers it probably hurts and tries to help you.

All in all he’s a 10/10 boyfriend.

You probably didn’t obsess over him like the girls when he was younger but actually talk to him like a person, not just a set of hot muscles. He does like it when you talk about his hot muscles though ok… play your cards right and he might let you touch, but don’t tease him or he’ll back away. But, once you’re official, I feel like he’d quite like witty banter and teasing from his partner, as long as it’s clear you’re joking. No joke, probably fell for you after you mentioned a random fish/ocean creature fact.

“Huh? Oh you’re reading about starfish? I like starfish, even though they’re not actually a fish.”

“Marry me-“ “huh, what did you-“ “good grief, I said nothing…” 10/10 on my way to marry him as we speak.

Josuke

Josuke, I wasn’t sure if I’d like him at first but he is my baby no.2. He’s such a sweetheart, so dependable. Just his reaction any time his friends are in danger is just perfect. Plus I love his mom. The way he’d defend your honour like he defends his hair. Anyone say anything out of pocket about you and they’re dealing with your very powerful boy. Totally brags to you about how he’s Jotaro’s uncle and that Jotaro asks for his help on missions soooo often. But then later asks Jotaro for date ideas and advice because he’s older. My man is a romantic at heart you can’t lie to me. 10/10 would make dinner for him and baby him.

Koichi

Although Koichi isn’t my type personally, he’s such a cutie patootie. He’s so sweet and genuine that I imagine he’d just be a darling to eat lunch with and talk about your favourite shows or manga. 10/10, would walk with you too and from school.

Okuyasu

Okuyasu… he is my baby. He’s stupid, strong and has a heart of gold despite looking like a delinquent… you guys can’t lie to me that is definition of a Himbo. You can’t tell me he wouldn’t drag you out on every little adventure he could with him and the others. He’d have you wearing his jacket when it’s cold and if you already have one he’d insist his is warmer and then wear yours so you can have his. Dinner dates at Tonio’s. Yeah 10/10 he might be a menace sometimes but he’d fight for you. Use your scary dog privilege wisely.

Speaking of Tonio… only slutty men know how to cook. (/J) 10/10 I love him, underrated husband.

Rohan is a self centred jerk… I’m going to aggressively make out with him and you can’t stop me. 10/10 (sorry I’ve only seen like 2 episodes with him so I don’t have much commentary)

With a groan and your head rocking against the cold stone beneath, you lifted yourself up. The left side of your head and hair were wet, having been soaking in the puddle you awoke in. Everying still hurts, head spinning in a nauseating way. What had just happened? Where were you? Your hands were covered in light scratches, stinging as your fingers flexed to gain your bearings. The last thing you remembered was… yes that thing grabbing you and your eye.

“Thank god you're awake! Y/N are you alright?” Eliana knelt beside you, cradling her own arm.

Blood ran down her fingers and dripped into the puddle, a rather large gash in her upper arm. In her other hand was a what looked like a letter opener, bloodied and chipped. Her hair was a knotted mess as she grabbed your face and tilted it left and right, inspecting the bruises from the harsh ground. She pause, starring at your eye with an odd intensity.

“Holy shit, no way, that looks the exact same as their birthmark. A star but not perfect, slightly warped… oh no… is that why we're here? Is this England?”

“Eliana, what are talking about-” She harshly turned your head to look at your reflection in the water, and as she stated, one of your pupils was now a strange looking star.

“So that wasn't a dream… I did see my eye right in our dorm. Wait does that mean that purple thing was real too?”

“Purple thing?”

“Yeah, there was this man who grabbed me from behind when i tried to help you after you passed out, but his body was purple…”

“No way… that was-”

“What are two little ladies like you doing out here in the middle of the night. Didn't think girlies like you were prostitutes.”

A man grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking you up to stand on the tips of your toes. You hissed in pain as he held your hair tightly, his other hand grabbing the neck of your shirt. His friend just stood behind Eliana grabbing her arms as she went to punch him.

“Woah there pretty girl, you'll get your turn once we're done with your friend here.” They laughed, fear shooting up your neck, feeling the bile rising in your throat.

“Get off of her you bastard,” Eliana thrashed, biting the mans arm.

Despite how much you wanted to scream and gouge this fuckers eyes out, you couldn't move. It had been a year since your ex had been chased off by Eliana, but it seemed he still haunted you. The echoes of his hands against your bruised skin, nails digging into you neck as he squeezed as hard as he could. Why? To punish you of course. You had spilt cola all down his shirt and you had to be taught a lesson. Always misbehaving, you couldn't do anything right. Maybe he's still watching you… maybe you deserved this. It was impossible to see with your vision obscured with tears, just letting yourself go limp as your legs became cold due to your trousers falling to your ankles. Just like him… you can just play dead and he'll get bored.

“What are you doing? That's no way to treat a lady!”

Your bare legs hit the ground as your ears rang, barely keeping you conscious. A pair of hands grabbed your shoulders as someone pulled you to your feet, helping fix your clothes. As the ringing stopped, new voices stood out from the general ambience, helping bring you out of your trance.

“Is she going to be alright? Poor thing, no true gentleman would even think of touching a woman like that. Such a fair maiden as well…”

“She'll be fine, it isn't the first time… sorry that's not my information to divulge…” Eliana said, her face coming into focus as she wiped tears from your cheeks with a handkerchief.

“Not the first? Blimey… good thing Jonathan and I got here when we did. Ah her eyes, hey are you feeling better?”

You looked over the three people in front of you, Eliana handing a handkerchief to a blue haired man. To his right was a blond man, the one who was just speaking, his eyes scanning over your face attentively. Swallowing down the feeling of anxiety as much as possible, you nodded and he smiled, turning to his friend to get his attention. His friend turned to you with a soft smile, handing you the handkerchief motioning to bellow your nose. You touch your upper lip and notice the small amount of blood stuck to it, you must have bitten your lip in the struggle.

“Ah thank you…” Your eyes scanned the cloth he had handed you, reading the name on it. “Jonathan Joestar. Thank you Jonathan, genuinely thank you so much.” Tears bubbled up in your eyes as you stepped forward, your shaky legs giving way as you face plant into his chest. He gasped before grabbing your shoulder, his other hand raising your head by your chin to make sure you hadn't hurt yourself. It was like the world went silent, his eyes staring into your own. His thumb rubbed over your bottom lip as his pupils dialated, head cocking to the side before he jolted back. His friend had put a hand on his shoulder, muttering something before he gasped and let you go.

“Ah yes! I have to return to father! Thanks for reminding me Speedwagon, you should accompany me! After my father is given his antidote I'm sure he'd let you stay with us, you wouldn't have to worry about nasty men like that anymore. I'd keep you safe.”

“I… I cant accept that Jonathan, you've already done enough.”

“Nonsense! I can't leave a defenceless woman like yourself in such a dangerous area!”

“He's right, these streets aren't safe for a sweet woman like yourself, I should know.” Speedwagon added, him and Jonathan sharing a strange look before nodding and turning back to you.

“I'm flattered, I really am but I cant leave my friend behind-”

“Then she can come to, come on then keep up we don't have time to waste!” Jonathan picked you up by your hips, holding you bridal style in his arms and he ran from the alley.

“HEY WAIT UP” Eliana yelled, running after him and Speedwagon.

“I said you had to keep up!” Jonathan yelled back, smiling down at you.

There was something about that smile, so sweet and consuming. He was so… warm. Maybe he was right… having somewhere warm to sleep would be nice. So warm…

While resting your head against his chest your eyes slipped closed, falling asleep against him. You couldn’t see the way he smiled down and squeezed you tighter, just making you mumble in your sleep.

“So what are you going to do with my friend while you’re confronting Dio huh?” Eliana said, catching up finally.

“Wow, you’re faster than you look. I’ll do what I have to… wait, how do you know about Dio.”

“We overheard you talking earlier, mentioning him poisoning your father.”

Jonathan gave her a suspicious look, before turning his head back to your sleeping form, running a hand through your hair, despite the knots and wet half. Eliana observed his motions and her face contorted in concern. This isn’t how Jonathan is meant to be acting, we shouldn’t throw off the plot too much… but Y/N she doesn’t know… is he glaring at me? Eliana snapped out of her thoughts as her eyes met Jonathan’s again, caught in a harsh glare. His gaze soon softened as he put on a smile but it was too late.

“I can carry Y/N, she’s my friend after all.”

“Oh don’t worry, she’s perfectly happy with me, what was you name again?”

“Eliana.”

“Well Eliana, we’re at my home, I’d appreciate it if you waited outside with Speedwagon while I tend to my father. Y/N is staying with me.”

“What, no what if Dio-“

“I’ll handle Dio, now stay here, it’s not safe for you.” Jonathan left to go inside as Speedwagon put a hand on Eliana’s shoulder, stopping her from following.

“So that’s your name darling… Y/N… how pretty. Hmm, Y/N Joestar.” His eyes widen as you shift in your sleep, clinging to his shirt as he tightens his grip on you. “Oh you’re so precious.”

“What have you got there Jonathan? Already moved on from the last wench, or is she some…” the man paused staring down at you. Jonathan shifted you to his side, placing your body down by the door.