Hello there! I am Upsetti-Spaghetti, but you can just call me Spaghett 🍝 in my early 20's
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I write short stories for topics I am interested in, namely yanderes. This blog will be mostly reader inserts, i.e. yandere x reader, though I may write other things as the mood strikes me. I do tend to write in large chunks, but the urge to write comes and goes, so don't expect a consistent posting schedule. Anyways, I hope whoever stops by enjoys my writing! ✨️💞✨️
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I've been thinking about it a little more, and I think that Morgan would have little bouts of paranoia where his mind is just so sure that you've hopped on a bus and are leaving him forever and never coming back because you hate his guts, so he shows up at your work but you're just doing your job. I think he would also be suspicious of anyone who he deemed any sort of violent because he's paranoid about something happening to you like it did to his mama.
You enter your rooms after a long day of work, finding your husband dozing on your shared bed. A wicked idea comes to you seeing him so peaceful looking. You stride over to the bed, straddling Helegywn. His eyes blink open, far too quick for someone who just moments ago, looked fast asleep. Just as you'd thought.
"Darling?"
You lean down to kiss him, sliding your hands down his chest. He happily reciprocates, hands going to your waist. You pull his belt from his pants, setting it aside and getting to work on the hard bulge in them. He shivers underneath you, already leaking into your hand. You pull away with a gasp, staring imperiously down at him.
"Must you attempt to suck my tongue out of my mouth every time we kiss?" you ask.
"I cannot help—mm—that my darling tastes so sweet."
His face flushes as you stroke him, eyes half lidding. His hands slide down to lift your skirts up, but you grasp them and pin them above his head.
"Behave."
He pouts, using his unfair strength to wriggle himself out of your hold. You glare at him, taking his belt and affixing his wrists to the headboard.
"Darling," he whines.
"I told you to behave," you say sternly.
His eyes fill with fake tears, and he even sniffles for good measure. Your hands return to between his legs, and he quickly abandons his woe is me look. His flesh is hot in your hand, twitching as you fondle and stroke. You slip your other hand under his shirt, yanking harshly at the hair on his lower belly. He moans loudly, back arching.
"Pretending to sleep when I came in. Were you hoping to watch me undress?"
"I would—ahn—never do such a thing."
"No?"
You twist your hand cruelly, and he jerks, bucking his hips into your hand.
"Hah! Yo—You're being so mean today."
"First voyeurism and now lying. How naughty you are."
He whimpers, cheeks flushing at your words. His eyes sparkle with his unnatural obsession, giddy that you're giving him so much attention today. You smirk at him, pulling your hand away. Pulling away entirely, in fact, as you get up to undress for the night.
"Da—Darling? Please come back."
You ignore him, unlacing the ties of your dress.
"Are you just going to leave me here, hard and aching for you?"
Your cheeks burn at that, but you give no indication that you heard him. You step out of your outer dress, pulling at the cords of your corset.
"Such a terribly mean wife I have, leaving her husband all tied up after playing with him to her heart's content."
Your slip is next, joining the rest of your clothes. You turn around, and he growls lightly, eyeing your naked form.
"Do you really think I can't free myself?" he purrs.
"No, but I expect you to stay where I put you."
He huffs.
"Is your goal only to torment me tonight?"
"Perhaps."
You walk back over him, purposely swaying your hips. His magenta eyes darken, glinting with the promise of retribution for this little act of yours. You reach out to tease him with your fingertips, smug as he whines for you to properly touch him.
"Perhaps I should leave you tied up all night, forced to watch me sleep next to you," you taunt.
"If you leave me all night, I shall be forced to take what was denied to me in the morning. All. Day. Long," he threatens.
Your face blanches a bit from the threat, knowing that he is not jesting.
"I—I have a very important meeting tomorrow."
"You shall have to tell them that you are sick and cannot make it."
You glare at him, and he grins, knowing he has you bested. You take work far too seriously to allow him to have his way with you when you have things to do. You look away from him, furious that he knows you so well. And your torture was going so nicely.
"Now, darling, are you going to do something with my aching length or will I have to rip this belt to shreds?"
"You are a menace," you declare.
You straddle him once more, poking your finger into his chest.
"One day, I will get the better of you, and you shall have to concede that I've bested you."
"You are thousands of years too young to ever best me in anything. But perhaps I'll indulge you every once in a while."
"But not tonight?"
"No," he agrees. "I rather think those lovely hips of yours would look far better moving in a particular motion."
You blush, slapping his chest.
"You—You lecher!"
"You've tied me up, darling. How else are you going to please me?"
"Please yourself, you perverted dragon!"
"Come now, who is really the perverted one here, I, who was simply sleeping or you, who decided to climb atop me?"
"Quit talking!"
You slap your hand over his mouth, but he licks your palm and you yank your hand away. He really is the worst of menaces, especially when he teased you relentlessly, knowing that you were inexperienced, and thus, prone to embarrassment.
"I think I really am going to leave you here!"
"Then I suppose I will begin thinking of how I want you tomorrow."
You shake from anger and embarrassment, wanting to strangle the man you call husband. How utterly irritating he was when he wanted to be.
"You are the most vexing man I have ever had the displeasure of knowing."
"The most, you say? It pleases me greatly to know that I am the one to bring such emotion out of you."
"Can you not keep your mouth shut for two minutes?"
"Perhaps you should occupy it," he says suggestively.
You slam your lips into his, anything to keep his wretched tongue from spewing more crass nonsense, lowering yourself onto his length. If he wishes to be so irritating, you shall torment him until he begs for forgiveness with tears in his eyes.
If you've ever left a comment, and I replied with something to the effect of "Glad you liked it", "Thanks for reading", "Thank you", just know that I do appreciate them, and I am just bad at expressing myself.
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Just dropping by to say that I hope,,one day,,you'll make a post where you're describing what your OCs look like,,,and stuff,,like their features,,and what not,,, ehwhduheus I just really wanna draw Gywnyy and Vall specifically,,👉👈
Keep up the good work, stay hydrated, and thank you!ヽ(o´3`o)ﾉ♡
Ohhhh, see, I love that you all like my characters so much, but I think I shall have to pass on any fanart or fanfic of them. It's just that I've put so much effort into my ocs that I don't want people mischaracterizing them or drawing them incorrectly. I hope you understand.
Hi! I love your work and was wondering if you’ll consider writing another thing for condescending yandere x reader (AKA beefy boy Cassidy)? What happened after he broke her ankle? Did she try to escape again or just accept things? Is Cassidy more possessive afterwards or does he still share her with his pack?
I will not be writing a part two but I can answer your questions. After he broke her ankle, he forces her to stay in the packhouse so she can be taken care of. There is someone with her 24/7 helping her get around, making sure she doesn't hurt herself. You get no peace and no quiet. I think Cassidy does get a little growly about the others touching you but it's only because they're rough and rowdy, and he doesn't want them to accidentally hurt you. After you're healed though...it's fair game. I think reader would probably just accept things, especially after being forced to endure their presence for however many months it takes for your ankle to heal. She's a little more on the timid side, so such a punishment is enough to scare her out of misbehaving.
If you ever say or do something lovey dovey to Sydney, his brain short circuits for a second before his tail starts wagging a mile a minute, and he crushes you in a bone breaking embrace.
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Helegywn is demisexual by the way! It took him about a year to get comfortable with you and then a few more months before he even wanted to kiss you or anything.
Prompt: Your first meeting with Helegywn was certainly…interesting.
CW: violent thoughts
Flower divider by angeliicide
Spoilers if you haven't read parts 1-3
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(🍝 A/N, a little something that's been sitting in my drafts for a while, just some background lore, first half is your pov, second half is Helegywn's)
2k words
You adjust your skirts as you wait for your father to arrive. Today is to be your first meeting with your fiancé, a boy named Helegywn Rosera. You're nervous, wiping your palms constantly because they're sweaty. You've heard rumors about him, that he's clumsy and foolish, but you've never met him before.
When you had heard that you would be engaged, you had thrown the biggest, loudest temper tantrum, throwing things, screaming, raging at your father for doing such a thing without you knowing. After all, what sensible, well-bred lady would want a husband who was routinely laughed at and gossiped about?
Your father had sternly told you that it had already been decided and that if you were going to cry, you might as well suckle at your mother's breast again. That had sent you into a whole new rage, for which you were punished with confinement. Once that was over, you had resorted to begging and pleading with him to no avail. You would marry Lord Rosera, and that was the end of it.
You've also heard that he's one of the most beautiful people in high society, and you would be lying if you said you weren't interested in seeing what he looked like. At any rate, he had to be better looking than that snobbish Count Sentara and perhaps it would make up for his wretched reputation.
You shudder thinking of the count. He's nearly your father's age and so stuck up he probably doesn't even know what the word fun means. He had been interested in making you his wife, much to your disgust. You were quite glad that Lord Rosera was your age at least.
The sound of footsteps reaches your ears, and you perk up, searching for their source. Your father rounds a corner, a short boy following him. Your breath hitches as you look at him. He's as beautiful as the rumors say, if not even more so. His delicate face is framed by snow white hair tinged with pink and freckles dot his round cheeks and nose.
But his outfit…good goddess! What a travesty! Bright pinks and blues clash together in a garish display that reminds you of those old women who wear such colors to make themselves look younger. And a sword? Isn't that a cause for concern considering how clumsy he is? What if he takes someone's eye out?
They draw closer, and you stand, ready to reluctantly curtsy to Lord Rosera. Who could have imagined that he would trip over his own feet and slam his chin into the table? You and your father gasp in shock.
"Good gracious, child, are you alright?" your father asks, helping him up.
"I—I'm fine. I just tripped. It's nothing new," he says sheepishly.
He rubs at his chin, a red mark already blooming on his pale skin. He glances at you, magenta eyes shy. You hurriedly shake off your surprise and curtsy.
"My lord."
He nods.
"My lady."
The two of you stand in front of each other awkwardly, not sure what to say next. He fidgets with the ends of his long hair. He's your height, rather short for a boy of seventeen. Your father clears his throat, looking between the two of you like he can't decide whether to leave or say something.
"Wh—Why don't we sit?" Lord Rosera says.
You do as he says, folding your hands in your lap demurely. You need to make a good impression, but you're still shaken by his arrival and subsequent tripping. It doesn't appear to be bothering him, though, as he calmly pours himself a cup of tea, dumping an obscene amount of sugar into it.
"Well then. I will…leave the two of you alone now," your father says, bowing to Lord Rosera and taking his leave.
You glance at Lord Rosera, watching him stir his tea and then take a sip. He hums, seeming pleased.
"This is a delightful tea," he says.
"So it is."
The silence stretches again, and you feel most silly sitting here like this. What a boring marriage this will be, if neither of you have anything to speak about. You glower at him over your cup, once again angry with your father for picking him out of all people.
"Do you trip often, Lord Rosera?" you ask.
A faint blush settles on his cheeks, lashes lowering over his eyes.
"Ah, well, I am rather clumsy."
Your eyes narrow.
"Oh my, I suppose your lessons with the sword haven't been going well."
He blinks, as though confused by your sudden hostility.
"I'm not that good, but they're going well."
"Really? It rather seems like a safety hazard."
His brows pinch.
"What do you mean? I don't go swinging it around for no reason."
You take another sip of tea.
"Is that so?"
"Have I offended you in some way, Lady L/N?"
"How could you offend me when we've just met? I only meant to point out that someone like you having a sword should be illegal."
"You're really quite mean for someone I've just met."
His eyes grow teary, and a pang of guilt throbs in your chest. But you're not the type to let such things bother you. You set down your teacup with a clang, startling him.
"I didn't want this engagement. Not to someone like you, who is gossiped about every other week and who cries when someone is mean to him. For an Archduke's son, you're," you pause, looking him up and down derisively. "Pathetic."
He looks taken aback by your statement, more tears filling his eyes. You stand, curtsying to him once more.
"Good day, Lord Rosera. I hope we see each other as little as possible for the next three years."
You stalk away, your heels clacking on the stone path. How utterly irritating. Not only was he clumsy and stupid, he was a crybaby as well. How did he expect to be Archduke if he couldn't even take a few snide comments? Useless. You will never like Lord Rosera.
He follows along behind the taller man, hands clasped behind his back. On the surface, he looks nervous, eyes flicking around with childlike curiosity, but underneath, he is seething. How dare that little whelp tell him to get married, as if he wasn't thousands of years older and capable of snapping his neck with a thought.
His brow twitches, and he has to remind himself that he is supposed to be a young, clumsy man on his way to meet his fiancée. He would never kill the Archduke, but he feels as though the man has gotten too comfortable lately, as though the man thinks that he is really his son and not his ancient ancestor.
He hasn't really heard much about you, other than that you were the daughter of the Marquis and had a sour disposition. He can understand why; there is immense pressure on you to conduct yourself well as the Marquis' only child. He is sure that you've been trained from birth to be his successor and heir.
He glances at the man in front of him. He looks hardened by age and expectation, a most severe expression on his face. Apparently shrewd as well, seeing how quick he was to agree to the Archduke's offer. All it took was the promise of connection, of power. Does he think that little of his daughter, that he would he toss her away in an instant?
He sighs internally. It really isn't any of his business what the Marquis chooses to do, not any of his business that you suffer for your father's ruthlessness. He'll just meet you, shyly make a greeting, and leave, and your marriage will simply be two people living in the same house, knowing nothing of the other.
The Marquis rounds a corner, and he follows, gaze looking ahead to the girl sitting at a table. Surprise flits across your face first then…horror? He has to stifle a laugh at your reaction to his manner of dress, hiding his smile by ducking his head for a moment.
As he draws closer, you stand, hands ready to lift your skirts in a curtsy. A sour expression mars your face, much the same as your father, though he wonders if you even know how similarly you carry yourself to the Marquis. What will you think of this then?
He twists his foot deliberately, careening forward so that his chin slams into the table. It doesn't hurt at all, but it makes you and your father gasp, the Marquis bending down to help him up.
"Good gracious, child, are you alright?"
"I—I'm fine. I just tripped. It's nothing new," he says, making his voice small and wavering.
He rubs at his chin, feeling nothing but the sensation of touch. He doesn't feel pain anymore, but neither you nor your father are aware of that. He glances at you, lashes lowered a tad. The shock quickly clears from your face, and you curtsy.
"My lord."
He nods at you.
"My lady."
He reaches up to fidget with his long hair, the perfect picture of nervousness. You stand stock still, hands clasped in front of you. No human would be able to tell that you are nervous, but he can scent it on you. The Marquis clears his throat, looking between him and you. He decides that he should say something before the awkward air grows any thicker.
"Wh—Why don't we sit?" he gestures to the table.
He sits down, immediately pouring a cup of tea, spooning a massive amount of sugar into it. This appears to disgust you, judging by the slight curl of your lip.
"Well then. I will…leave the two of you alone now," the Marquis says, turning and leaving.
He takes a sip of his tea, humming.
"This is a delightful tea."
"So it is."
He glances at you. So curt, when you've barely touched your tea. You finally pick it up and take a sip, your eyes narrowing ever so slightly. The look in your eyes takes him aback. It's hatred. Boiling, all consuming hatred.
"Do you trip often, Lord Rosera?"
Your tone is mild, but the implication is clear. You think him a fool.
"Ah, well, I am rather clumsy."
Your eyes narrow further.
"Oh my, I suppose your lessons with the sword haven't been going well."
He blinks, resisting the urge to show his teeth at you. What a wild, little thing you are, so openly hostile to someone you don't know.
"I'm not that good, but they're going well."
"Really? It rather seems like a safety hazard."
His brows pinch, and he grits his teeth. Are all human children this bold nowadays?
"What do you mean? I don't go swinging it around for no reason."
You take another sip of tea.
"Is that so?"
"Have I offended you in some way, Lady L/N?"
"How could you offend me when we've just met? I only meant to point out that someone like you having a sword should be illegal."
"You're really quite mean for someone I've just met."
He makes his eyes grow wet with tears, but it doesn't faze you in the slightest. In fact, it seems to make you more irritated. You set down your teacup with a clang, and he pretends to startle. How impudent of you.
"I didn't want this engagement. Not to someone like you, who is gossiped about every other week and who cries when someone is mean to him. For an Archduke's son, you're," you pause, looking him up and down with a look that clearly says you think little of him. "Pathetic."
He does growl then, quietly enough that you don't hear it. You stand, curtsying to him once more.
"Good day, Lord Rosera. I hope we see each other as little as possible for the next three years."
You stalk away, your heels clacking on the stone path. He clenches his hands, wanting nothing more than to rip one of your limbs off. He breathes, once, twice. He cannot kill you, no matter how much he may want to. What the hell was wrong with you, that you would dare to so openly mock him? Had he not excellent control over himself, you would be screaming and covered in your own blood right now. He will never like someone like you.
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Nah, it's fine. It's easier to talk about Sydney over here because this is the blog I use the most but I will be posting any future writing over at upsetti-fantasies. I will, however, also be reblogging it over here.
