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OBSESSING OVER RECOM

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#SYNOPSIS— in which all recoms are obsessed with their recom teammate

#WARNING(S)— yandere(?), unhealthy fixation, unhealthy obsession, non consensual touching, groping, implications of forced mating, implications of noncon/dubcon, abuse of power, manipulation/manipulative, forced tsahylu

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Group/ Deja Blu squad

At one point it had become incredibly draining to be around everyone. Even opting to hanging out with the scientist pukes. But such a plan was discarded right away. Mansk had become increasingly needy, often by your side quietly. Content with just being anywhere near you. He was easy to please— something you were quite grateful for. Walker was shameless in her touches. Going as far as groping you in front of the others, her touches were bold. It would cause a chain reaction from the others, joining in and cupping you through your pants.

Prager was similar to Mansk in terms of affection, content with having an arm around you or nuzzling your nape with his nose. But sometimes his neediness would get the best of him. At one point he would thrown rationality out the window and sink down on his knees nuzzling your crotch with his nose. Ja was quite the opposite form the others, begging to be touched by you. He would tug on the string of your pants, gazing up at you with glassy eyes. It was quite the sight, and it was enough to have him getting pulled in your lap. Oblivious to his manipulation.

Brown acted indifferently. As if you didn’t affect him— but rather he was good at hiding his emotions. He never sought out any sort of physical touch except pleasure. It was exhausting to say the least— to try and keep up with his high libido. At one point you would shrug him off and deny him any access. He would get increasingly frustrated wanting nothing more but to touch you. He would become irrationally angry and he would take whatever he seemed fit. Because in his mind you belonged to him. His own personal stress reliever.

Lopez had the same mentality as Brown but rather he was more open of his feelings. Whatever he wanted he would take. He was aggressive like that, he would voice out his thoughts uncaring if they were hurtful. He enjoyed taking what he wanted from you— it didn’t matter if you were exhausted. Warren was unbothered to say the least. Seeing you in the corner of his sight was enough for him. On the occasion he’ll request the simplest things such as holding hands and whatnot.

Zhang was someone who was didn’t ask for much, quite awkward in asking for any sort of touch from you.On the occasion his lip would curl in frustration seeing the others act so openly towards you. He was usually stiff around you, unable to fully relax without having the need to pounce you. To have you in his grasp, an itch that needed to be scratch that only you could soothe. The feeling would overwhelm him at one point causing him to breakdown. However, when you would bask him with your presence his tail would thump against the ground like a dog.

General Ardmore would have surely noticed their personality shifts at some point. She even made the decision to cut you off from the Recom squad, claiming you had turned out to be a liability for them. The General's choice didn't turn out well; she was faced with an angry group of highly trained Recom soldiers, teeth barred in anger as they demanded you to be returned to them. Being helpless in the situation, you were returned back to the squad you were faced with happy smiles and loud purrs.

OBSESSING OVER RECOM!

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#SYNOPSIS— in which all recoms are obsessed with their recom teammate

#WARNING(S)— yandere(?), unhealthy fixation, unhealthy obsession, non consensual touching, groping, implications of forced mating, implications of noncon/dubcon, abuse of power, manipulation/manipulative, forced tsahylu

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom Group/ Deja Blu squad

Seeing your teammates being brought back from the dead was difficult to say the least. It was hard to accept that you had died and that this was the outcome. You had followed the Colonel’s steps in agreeing to project phoenix like a dog. And this is what you were given— not that you didn’t appreciate it. During the first week of waking up there were various test and blood sampling along with motor control and whatnot. It didn’t take long for everyone to be cleared. It was the clearance the squad needed to be sent out to Pandora.

During the expedition you had encountered a strange looking plant. It was beautiful— entrancing to look at. You were drawn closer, fingers brushing against the petals. In defense the plant spurted out a sweetening mist, coating your body in the smell. You reeled back in alarm, trying to dust off the pollen. You were given explicit orders by the Colonel to stay near the team. Stressing out his words, knowing you were the type to wander off. You didn’t listen— and now here you are, coated in a sweet substance. You scurried off to your teammates, stumbling in your own footsteps.

Heading back to base, you rushed to the communal showers scrubbing every inch of your body. The sweet smell didn’t go away, your teammates nagged you about the smell. Questioning where you had gotten such a nice smelling body wash— the teased you about it. Touching you far more often than you were used to. But something was odd— it was a nagging feeling. One that had left you constantly on edge. Your teammates however seemed to know something—Staring you down as if you were nothing but a piece of meat to them. They’re gazes gave you a shiver, tail curling inward as you tried to appear smaller to them.

They began acting oddly— Lyle was someone you often went to the gym with. He would be there spotting you when you would bench press. But his actions were questionable, groping your flesh and even pressing his hips against yours. At one point you even caught him sniffing one of your borrowed shirts, humping a pillow like an animal in heat. Unbeknownst to you the others seethed in jealousy. They wanted nothing more but to be near you, to have your eyes only on them. Their past feelings only amplified their primal instinct. They wanted a taste of you.

Z-Dog was passive aggressive with her courting. Flirting coyly and purring, she would take advantage of your confusion. Asking for a partner to stretch with, pressing her clothed cunt against your hips, exaggerating her groans. She was temptress, fingers skimming over your abdomen, trailing lower as she pressed her chest towards you. She knew exactly what she wanted and knew how to get it.

The other recoms had taken this as an act of war, each whisking you away from the other. At one point you were often stuck in quarreling fights, ears flattening against your skull as your comrades hissed at each other. It took a while for everyone to reach a compromise. It became overwhelming at one point, there wasn’t a moment someone didn’t have their hands on you. Becoming rather aggressive and demanding more from you.

Quaritch was surprisingly needy, often commanding you to be near him. Even going as far as using his rank to get what he wanted from you. He was curious on how the na’vi mated officially and was quite persistent on the topic. When he caught wind of the information he couldn’t help but dream of having such a life with you. One way or another he had used his rank over you. Extending out his braid towards you, gesturing for you to follow his lead. Your refusal at first was understandable but he kept pushing.

At one point Quaritch decided to take things onto his own hands. He cornered you in an isolated corridor, offering an ultimatum. You can either accept his offer and be kind about this experience he wants to share with you or he’ll force the bond. It wasn’t hard to choose the safest option. Sean was one of the many who became increasingly aggressive, hissing at others when his time with you was interrupted. He would tug on your braid enacting painful hisses from you. Deep down he enjoyed causing such a painful reaction. Even going as far as dragging his canines down your throat, nipping and biting the skin.

Authors note: Other recoms will be mentioned during part two

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Obsessing over Recom

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BEING OBSESSED WITH HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS—Headcanons + scenario on Recom Lyle obsessing over his ex! lover

#WARNING(S)— dark lyle(?)obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts,non-consent touching, personality crisis(?)identity crisis(?) sniffing kink(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

No matter how hard he tried, how much effort he put into himself— wether by causing mischief or even going as far as hurting himself you still wouldn’t turn your head to him. As much as he loved the chase he was starting to get frustrated. The only time you’ve ever gone to look for him was to scream at him, claiming how he couldn’t just scare the man you were interested in. How he can’t just walk back into your life expecting things to go his way. Couldn’t you see he simply wanted things to go back the way they were. The way it’s meant to be— how it’s suppose to be. With you in his arms, giving him that pretty smile and batting your eyes at him.

There wasn’t a moment where he wasn’t by your side. He was always near, with a bouquet of flowers from the wildlife of Pandora or any odd fruits he found in the forest. He would continue this for many months, ignoring the way his gifts were left untouched. He didn’t mind one bit, claiming that they just didn’t catch your attention (A lie he often told himself to cope with) He would simply have to gain your attention in a different manner.

An opportunity had come by when he met you at the gym by chance. Laughing with the man you were interested in. His tail flicked in agitation, you acted so normal to everyone else. Giving them attention and affection while he wasn’t even given a speck. To cope with his newfound aggression he turned back to his weights, adding pile after pile. Muscles tensing as he tested out the new strength his body possessed. Placing his weights down, he glanced over to your direction finding you gone.

His lips curled up into a snarl, obviously displeased from your disappearance. You wouldn’t be off somewhere with the man you were seeing, right? A low growl rumbled against his chest, he stalked off looking for any hints he could find you. His nose twitched catching scent of something sweet. He was familiar with the sugary smell— when he was human he often found himself with his nose buried in your neck finding peace in your scent. Like a dog he trailed after the smell, footsteps quickening as he got closer.

His ears flattened against his skull, pupils shrinking as he caught sight of you flirting with your male companion. His canines gritting against each other, tail lashing behind him. Short hisses escaping past his lips, nose flaring as he walked up to the two of you pushing the man to the ground. He ignored your shouting behind him, focusing on the man you were cozying up to. He picked him up by the collar of his shirt, enjoying the thrill he gets in being stronger than him. His gaze would shift towards you expecting a bright smile and opened arms but alas he was met with a look of horror.

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Reeling back his fist, Lyle landed a square punch on his jaw. Enjoying the sickening crunch that erupted from his attack. The man fell down in one hit, moaning and groaning in pain as he cradled his jaw. Lyle barked out a snicker, ❝ Oh, man, that is just sad ❞ His fun was cut short as you screamed. You rushed past him, dropping down to the ground as you frantically checked the man moaning in pain. Lyle scoffed, tail flicking in annoyance. Just what is it about him that catches your attention?

His hand gripped onto your forearm, ❝ Let’s go, buttercup ❞ you struggled against his grip. Screaming out protest as you tried to reach the wounded man. However, it proved to be fruitless, he was far much stronger than you. Your footsteps could barley keep up with his pace, occasionally tripping on your own as he dragged you past corridors. Your hands whacked his back countless times, yelling and screaming at him. ❝ Now— don’t be like that, hmm? What do we say we go to my room and talk this out yeah? Wouldn’t you like that baby? ❞ Without waiting for an answer, he dragged you towards his dorm. Opening the door he tossed you inside as if you were nothing but a rag doll to him.

You scowled at his brutish behavior ❝ Enough of this! I don’t want to be here— I told you I don’t want anything to do with you! ❞ He ignored your words, rather busying himself at staring you down. You were so small— so cute. Noticing his clouded gaze you made a run for the door. But alas it was a failure, his hands wrapped around your waist tossing you towards his bed. You bounced from the impact, scrambling to get off. Lyle pounced on you, caging you between his arms ❝Come on now, it’s me— your boyfriend! Quit struggling so much❞ You shook your head, tears pricking the corner of your eyes.

He ran his hands up your body, memorizing the familiar shape he once traced in his past life. He groped whatever he was able to access, squeezing your waist noticing just how small you are to him. His hand was big enough to cover your entire stomach. Slowly, he brought his lips towards your neck, leaving traces of wet kisses. His nose flared as he inhaled your scent at the corner of your nape, a grin curved up the corner of his lips. His tail curled, it was exactly how he remembers you— so plaint for him.

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BEING HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— being the ex lover of human Lyle Wainfleet and meeting yandere! Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

#WARNING(S)— yandere behavior, obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts, unhealthy fixation, stalking, personality crisis(?), delusion/illusion(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Lyle Wainfleet

When he first woke up he was confused, the last thing he remembered was signing papers to a project the RDA offered. They promised a large sum of money and what type of man would he be to deny that? To deny you that? It was more than enough to buy a house and settle down with you once he rotates back to earth with you. Or at least that’s what was suppose to happen. No— fate had other plans for him.

Turns out he’s been dead for sixteen years and recently brought back from the dead by project Phoenix. He felt invincible— he cheated death. Who else can brag about that? He was comfortable with who he became— sure it felt odd to look like the enemy but he got over it. He wasn’t them— no he was human on the inside; something you struggled to accept.

It took him quite a while to remember you, far too occupied with his new body and meeting the rest of his old comrades. It comes up quick— like a flash of thunder. He stills completely, pupils slitting as his tail laid flat unmoving. His teammates were confused from his sudden change of demeanor. It only took a second before he shouted your name running to any poor labcoat, he pestered them about your whereabouts. If you were still working for the RDA or rotated back to earth. To his surprise you were still working for the RDA— he was thrilled.

You were escorted to him, oddly confused from the unexpected summon. You were given no details but to accompany them quickly. When the doors open you were met with a na’vi with military gear on. Tail waggling and eyes brightening as they caught on to you. “Buttercup!”an endearment your ex boyfriend often called you. Your breath hitched as you stared up at him, eyes wide like craters. Unknown to him he didnt catch sight of your horror stricken face as he scooped you up in his arms laughing.

You were horrified to say the least— this na’vi had similarities of your ex boyfriend who died sixteen years ago. They had the same face, same goofy smile— everything. But it wasn’t him— this wasn’t him. You struggled agaisnt his embrace, clawing and screaming as you trashed. He placed you down, confused by your erratic behavior. The wheels in his head clicked, understanding why you were behaving like this. He placed a hand over his chest claiming that he was your boyfriend— that he is Lyle Wainfleet. They transferred his memories into this body in case anything happened to his human body.

His ears flattened agaisnt his head when he saw you shook your head “Lyle Wainfleet died in battle— he’s dead. You’re not him, you can talk like him, you can quack like him but you ain’t him. So who the fuck are you?“ You stormed off without another word with anger written in your face. You left him there with ears pinned down and tail droopy. His comrades tried cheering him up, claiming you’ll come around and accept him. But you didn’t— not once did you come back to him. If anything you ignored him— no matter how hard he tried, it was like he was invisible to you.

His heart ached for you, it wasn’t the same without you. You— the one person he adores and loved didn’t want him. Sure he is a clone but he still is the same man. He’s still the man you once fell in love with. He’s certain he can make you see him for who he is now. At one point he couldn’t understand why you weren’t accepting of him— unless you had fallen in love with someone else. Cue the stalking and questioning anyone around you. With his new size he was able to intimidate others for information regarding any new lovers or any drastic changes.

There were whispers that you were interested in another man— someone that isn’t him. He was furious when he heard of this, tail lashing behind him, a low rumble in his chest. He tracked the man down, teeth bare as he snarled. He was small— weak. He didn’t deserve you, he couldn’t protect you like he could. His comrades were behind him as they jeered and bullied the poor guy. Lyle was doing the right thing— this was his mentality now. If he can’t have you neither can anyone else.

Side Story— Decisions

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#SYNOPSIS— the avatar program is getting their funds cut by Quaritch influencing Parker. You’re the saving grace they need

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere, manipulative/ manipulation, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, implications of dubcon, non-consensual touching, dark quaritch, abuse of power, dubcon, smut, overstimulation, cunnilingus, panty sniffing(?) sniffing kink(?) older man/younger woman, age gap

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

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❝ You see— you see, I mean they’re just pissing on us without even the courtesy of informing us sooner— I’m going to Selfridge ❞ Grace’s outburst we’re to be expected. Once again, Selfridge had cut the resources and money flowing into the avatar program. He claimed spending too many resources on a program that’s failing is a waste of money. Rather— they’ll be using those resources on their military seeing as how the savages have gotten hostile.

But it was all a bunch of nonsense— Quaritch was the one doing this. He was manipulating Selfridge into cutting the funds for the program, he demanded that his men needed more weapons. How the avatar program wasn’t helping them at all— it was just a puppeteer show meant for laughs. Selfridge being the moron he is agreed to Quaritch demands.

Not a second later, Grace returned with cheeks bright red. She fumed, ❝ The nerve of him! How could he do this us?! ❞ She went off to rant about his corporate butt claiming his idiocy will be the ruin for us. ❞ It’s all because of Quaritch sticking his nose into my program— ❞ Grace huffed, digging the sides of her lab coat looking for her pack of cigarettes. ❝ Where are my cigarettes? Where are my goddamn cigarettes? ❞ You hurried to her, handing her a cigarette. She blew the cloud of smoke, relief filling her body. You coughed, wincing at the smell ❝ Sorry kid ❞

After years of working for her, you politely replied with a smile, knowing what to expect from her antics. Max coughed into his hands, avoiding eye contact with Grace, ❝ Well maybe we can work something out with the Colonel? ❞ Grace scoffed, ❝ He’s a happy trigger moron! What can we do to persuade him!?Nothing—! ❞ Her words trailed off as they landed on you.

It was only till later that you caught the meaning of her gaze. Your breath hitched at the back of your throat, it was no secret to anyone that the Colonel had his eye on you. ❝Grace no— we can’t do that to her ❞ Max tried reasoning with her, standing up for your sake. Grace nodded, shaking her head ❝Right— I’m sorry kid. I won’t— ❞ her words trailed off as she took another drag from her cigarette. ❝ What about her? What can she do? ❞ The stillness in the atmosphere was broken by the curiosity laced in Jakes voice. ❝ Right I forgot you’re new here so you wouldn’t know. The Head of Security has a thing for our secretary ❞

Jake stayed quiet,processing the new information. He hesitated, a blank emotionless expression crossed over his face the relaxation of an idea presenting itself to him ❝ If she can— can you? Would you be willing to do it? Please— we can’t have them cutting our budget ❞ Grace voice bellowed ❝Jake! You can’t ask her to do such a thing! ❞ Jake let out a scoff, ❝ It’s our only chance doc, if she can persuade the Colonel he can convince Selfridge to give us back our funding. It’s our only shot! ❞ They spat out arguments between each other, shouting and screaming as they bickered back and forth.

A terrible weight laid on your shoulders, would you be willing to do this? For them? Would you be willing to do this to to yourself? To be at his mercy? You dreaded doing such a thing but for them? Anything for them— ❝ I’ll do it ❞ you replied, voice breaking as you spoke. Their endless quarreling stopped, they looked at you in disbelief. You covered your face with shaking hands, looking up at all three of them. You flashed them a half-smile ❝I’ll convince Quaritch to put in a word to Selfridge for us ❞ Without waiting for any other remarks you turned on your heel.

Several long strides brought you to his office, you let out a shaky breath. Wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes, you exhaled; releasing some of the tension that settled on your shoulders. You knocked on the door, patiently waiting for the confirmation to walk in. A muffled sound from behind the door was enough clearance for you. The unmistakable creaking of the hinges of his door was loud enough to announce your presence.

There Quaritch was scribbling on documents, pausing his actions his head shifted to your direction. He flashed you a grin, a sudden sickening sensation coursed throughout your body. ❝ Well looky here— ❞ his voice drawled out, grutal and raspy. His eyes remained fixated on you, taking in the sight like a sponge soaking up water. He himself won’t admit it— but he was pleasantly thrilled to have you coming to him. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement ❝ I would done this much sooner if I had known that threatening the puppeteer program would lead you to come to me— you surely took your time. Not that I’m complaining ❞

Several long strides brought him to you. ❝ I needed a distraction and with you coming to me with those glassy eyes of yours— well it sure gives me something to think about ❞ His hand came up to caress your cheek, brushing gently against the corner of your eye wiping a stray tear. Your breath hitched, wide eyes gazing up at him. The gears in your head clicked together, was this all planned out? Did he know you would come to him? Your lip trembled, throat clogging up as you tried to find the words to say ❝ Convince Selfridge to bring back the funding ❞ Quaritch quirked up his eyebrows, ❝ I can do that but what’s in it for me?❞

You sniffled quietly, a solemn tear cascading down your cheek. With shaky limbs you clutched onto his hand, pressing your face against it ❝ Whatever you want, I’m sure I can satisfy it❞ With the way the Colonel's lips curled up and his eyes crinkled in delight, it was clear that he understood the meaning in your words. He’s been waiting to hear those words from you since forever— nothing but a dream come true. His chuckle was light and laced with a hum of amusement, ❝ I have a few things in mind ❞

His fingers tangled in your hair, giving a harsh tug at your roots. You cried out in pain ❝ Don’t make me wait ❞ his lips brushed against yours. Your hands shook as you cradled his jaw in your hands, you leaned forward pressing your lips against his. He kissed back with fever, insatiable and unable to get enough. A nip on your lip was enough to grant a gasp from you. He took the opportunity, slipping his tongue inside. You whined against him, hands pushing against his chest. Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he deepened the kiss.

You squirmed in his hold, having lost the rhythm to the kiss. His greedy hands slid along your hip, tracing the curve as he groped your skin. Even as you pulled back from his kiss the hand clasped behind your neck brought you back to him. ❝ no more❞ you whispered breathlessly against his lips. He ignored your pleas, his mouth forming a scowl. He was clearly displeased with your hesitance towards him. You came to him, pleading— begging. And with that sweet voice of yours? Whimpering and whining— Quaritch sighed, kisses coming out sloppy and frantic than the previous kisses.

Batting your eyelashes with watered eyes, offering yourself to him. So who was he to refuse? He’ll take everything you have to offer and more. He won’t have you backing off from this proposition. He can’t— he won’t. His hold on you tightens, arms strong in their hold. The thought alone of letting you leave his embrace had his mind in shambles. You were finally in his grasp, where he wanted you. He whispered your name between kisses, trailing them down your neck. You whined, turning your head away from him, whimpering as you pushed against his chest having had enough of his frantic kissing.

He pressed himself against your body, snapping his hips upwards to get any sort of fiction. His chest rumbled as he mouthed your neck leaving trials of wet kisses. He dove back to yours lips, ravishing you with kiss after kiss; sneaking his tongue inside. His tongue wrapped around yours, groaning in delight to feel you kissing him back with the same fever. He pulled back from the kiss, tongue swiping over his lips. He showed his delight in an obvious way, fingers ghosting over your skin before clasping his hand against yours. He pressed his cheekbone to your open palm, giving a quick kiss to your wrist.

It was odd to see the sudden affection he gave you— quite the contrary you didn’t expect such an action to come from him. It was soothing in a way— to see he’s not just another muscled brute. It was sudden, the way his hands slid underneath your thighs picking you up. You yelped, surprised by his movements; clinging onto his broad shoulders. He settled himself on his chair, placing you on his desk. Papers and folders scattered across the floor from the impact. His fingers ghosted over your bare skin leaving goosebumps in their wake.

His rough calloused hands caught hold of your thighs. Spreading them apart eagerly, his fingers pressed deep into your skin. His sudden actions caused you to fall back from the table, leaving yourself bare to him. You’re cheeks flushed in embarrassment, thighs snapping back together. The colonel scoffed, fingers pinching your skin. ❝ Now that won’t do— Spread em ❞ Tears raced down your cheek, humiliated and distraught by the actions you would be forced to do. You spread your legs, open and inviting towards the older male.

He tossed your legs over his broad shoulders, burying his face in your covered cunt. You whined in embarrassment, heart pounding against your chest. He rubbed his cheek against your inner thigh, giving a quick nip to your skin. His fingers crept up towards the dip of your hips, pulling off your panties. He snagged them in his hand pocketing them. You freeze, tears streaming down your cheeks. His hands slid underneath your knee spreading your legs wide apart.

His tongue swiped over his lips, greedily staring at your uncovered cunt. ❝ look at you, all pretty and wet. Just for me right? Yeah— just for me ❞ His fingers prodded your wet cunt, cooing at the slickness you were producing. Silky soft and tight like a vice— promising pleasure. A needy minx— you were just asking for it weren’t you? He peppered your cunt with open mouthed kisses, tongue lapping up your slick. You shuffled in discomfort inching away from him slowly. But to your displeasure he had noticed your little scheme. His hands instantly dipped towards your ass, pulling you forward to his pleasure. The sudden shift in movement nearly caused you to fall, your back arched uncomfortable; heels digging onto his broad back.

Quaritch clenched his jaw, pursing his lips in annoyance. Why did you have to be so much trouble? Why do you make this difficult? A good spanking is ought to tame that attitude of yours. His hand came down to strike on the outside of your thigh, a scream erupting from your throat from the sudden impact. ❝ Behave or the deal is off and we wouldn’t want that do we? ❞ Your eyes scrunched up, lip trembling with distraught. It wasn’t pleasurable— nothing about this was pleasurable. Your stomach seemed to rise to your throat, threatening to spill all over. But you had to hold it in, this was the deal. He got what he wanted and you get what you wanted. It was fair— part of the deal.

Quaritch nearly moaned at the taste of your flavor bursting into his tastebuds. Had he known you would of tasted this damn good he would of resulted in other methods to get you in his arms sooner. He should of transferred you to his department— kept you naked in his dorm for his pleasure. Easy access to your bare pussy, keep you there forever. His own personal cocksleeve— He would take the time to savor you— not like this. This was different, this was a quick fix he needed. He needed to take now— he can’t have you backing out. Once he’s done with you— oh you’ll be back. Begging for more— He plunged back into your wet cunt, grip tightening as your squirmed from his ministrations. His nose bumped repeatedly against your clit, tongue dragging across your folds.

You bit your lip, trying to stay silent— but atlast his tongue plunged into your hole suddenly causing you to clamp your thighs on his head. Your hands tugging onto his hair as he sloppily ate you out. Everything was overwhelming— with the way his tongue is lapping up everything you have to offer. Low groans came from within his chest, rumbling in the pleasant taste your cunt provided him with. His blue eyes seemed to glaze over as his actions become more vigorous and intense. The slurping sounds coming from his actions we’re nearly pornographic— the way his tongue kept on thrusting and lapping caused the coil in your stomach to snap. You gasped letting out a loud moan, back arching off the desk as you squealed as he continued to nip and suck

Tears pricked the corner of your eyes as you whined pathetically. Quaritch let out a chuckle, he wanted nothing more but to coax those cute moans out of you, see your overstimulated puffy cunt drooling for attention. His thumbs spread your cunt, eyeing your fluttering hole. A needy thing he mused. You were begging to be filled up nicely and who was he to deny you that pleasure? To deny himself? ❝God— you taste good ❞ His eyes rolled to the back of his head, swollen lips and nose covered in your slick— god you tasted divine— he wants more. Quaritch pulled you closer by the hips, tongue swirling around your clit. You whined, chest arching from the sheer pleasure he’s giving you. You’ve already cummed once— you can’t handle another one. You squirmed in his hold, hips thrusting up, sideways— anything to be away from his mouth. It’s too much— his mouth, his tongue against your cunt sends you into fits of sobs.

Quaritch scowled, arms clamping over your thighs to cease your struggling ❝ One more— just one more sweetheart ❞ he runs his tongue on the hood of your clit, groaning in response. You wince, screaming out his name, Quaritch peers up at you not bothering to halt in his ministrations. He was drunk off your screams— taste and the breathy moans you would let out.

When he does eventually stop with torturing you, your met with him between your thighs with his chin dripping in your slick. Your eyes fill with tears before he dips his head, tongue lapping up your overstimulated cunt. He doesn’t let up until your cumming, wailing for him. He leaned back, gazing at the mess he made. Your fluttering hole clenched around nothing, puffy and swollen from his relentless attack on your cunt. He wanted nothing more but to fill you up with his cock— but not now. He’ll save that moment for another day, get you nice and prepped just for him. Make it romantic— candles and petals scattered. His mouth curled up at the corner of his lips, yeah you’ll like that won’t you?

With one last kiss on the tip of your clit, Quaritch gave your outer thigh a firm slap. ❝ That wasn’t so bad now was it? No— you enjoyed it didn’t you? That’s my good girl ❞ He cooed mockingly—sickeningly. His gaze traveled to your eyes where he was met with pouting lips and tear stained cheeks. Chest heaving drawing attention to your bust — he’ll have his own fun with them soon. You were far too godamn pretty to let go off— His throat bobbed— cock twitching in his pants. On second thought maybe you can handle a couple of rounds more.

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Side Story - unwelcoming touches

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#SYNOPSIS—Colonel Quaritch has a brilliant plan

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, yandere,dark quaritch, unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, non-consensual touching, stalking, creepy behavior, abuse of power, delusional, implications of noncon/dubcon(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— colonel Miles Quaritch

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When he first laid eyes on you the Colonel thought you were nothing more but a pretty little thing. Arm candy if you will— for him that is. You’re in the corner of his vision in every room he walks in, with a nice buttoned blouse, a tight skirt that amplified your body and bright red heels. They way you bat your eyelashes and flash a darling smile towards the men. A vixen— he thinks. He sees the way other men look at you, the way their eyes darken with desire. He doesn’t blame them but he does blame you. You are the reason why their heads turn, why they turn into mindless fools. He’s no better than them— and that frustrates him.

At one point his frustration boils to the top, he wants nothing more but to have you in his grasp. A pretty little thing like you underneath him is but a man’s filthy dream. His feelings for you only progress due to the various encounters he’s had with you. At one point he thought you were outright looking for him— a chance to seduce him seeing as how many times he’s run into you. The gears turn in his head and in the end he decides to take the advantage presented to him. In the chances he runs into you he makes sure he’s known.

He’s a man who demands respect and screams authority. He walks with confidence, head high and broad shoulders squared. His heartbeat quickens in anticipation as he hears the echoing click of your heels. He can't help but seize the opportunity when he sees you coming around the corner. He collides into you, or more accurately, you collide into him. His arms tightened around your waist like a serpent, steadying your balance against him. The soft plush of your body pressing against him as you stared up at him like a deer in headlights. ❝ Colonel— ❞ You’re hands pushed against his chest trying to get out of his grip, the way you squirmed in his grasp was oddly cute.

❝ Now where are you off to in such a hurry? ❞ His hand came up to caress the side of your cheek but to his displeasure you had flinched from his touch. His eyes narrowed, displeased with your rejection at his touch. He gripped the side of your cheek firmly, seeing your eyes tearing up, lips grimacing and chin trembling. He would give anything to watch your cheeks flush and be the reason your tears trickle down your cheeks. He could feel your heartbeat pounding against your ribs, was he the reason you were nervous? Why your legs were shaking and knees knocking together, was he the reason for that? Or was it someone else?

His eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched together. Anger coursed through his veins, like a blazing inferno. We’re you with someone else? Flashing them your pearly white teeth, laughing and giggling with them. Acting all friendly with any bastard that comes your way. Is that why your shaking? Had you come back from fooling around with someone? His fingers dug into the flesh of your cheekbone. Shooting pain coursed through your cheekbone, as you hissed in pain ❝You’re hurting me— ❞ His grip on your cheekbones softened, thumb caressing against your soft skin in an apologetic way.

A look of bitterness and jealousy swept across his face, he supposes there’s only one way to figure it out. His hand slid down brushing the side of your hips, gaze set firmly in the way your knees locked together. He could picture unsavory images of you bedding another man, legs spread open and head thrown back in pleasure. His teeth gnashed against each other— that won’t do. No— he’ll have to see proof itself you weren’t out there fooling with another. And with you acting so docile— well who was he to deny?

❝ Colonel?—❞

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Chapter One — Reminiscence

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#SYNOPSIS— Recom! Miles remembers his infatuation for you

#WARNING(S)— This is a dark fic, possessive behavior, unhealthy obsession, abuse of power, dark quaritch, yandere, implications of noncon/dubcon, stalking, creepy behavior

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel miles quaritch, Reom! Miles Quaritch

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After conducting a briefing with his new team and outlining the goals and the pressing necessity of hunting and killing Jake Sully. Miles was summoned by General Ardmore, she informed him of the imperative need to colonize Pandora and ‘ pacify ‘ the na’vi; since earth was now deemed to be virtually uninhabitable. She than showed him clips from recent attacks to previous years of footage before he was woken up. They were well planned out attacks against the RDA led by Jake Sully ❝ Now Colonel I understand you were given a second task. Quaritch— had pulled rank to get what he wanted. Even in death, his commands are being followed— that’s hell of motivation if you ask me. I’m hoping you give that same energy to Sully ❞

❝ I assure you General nothing will distract me from my priorities ❞ When the words rolled of his tongue he felt them dripping in the untruth. Jake sully wasn’t his priority— no even if he wanted to he couldn’t. There was an itch under his skin only you could calm. If he didn’t believe his own words than he wouldn’t put it past himself if the General didn’t believed him either. She scoffed, dismissing him until further notice of any new briefings.

Miles was left to his own dwellings, he spent most of his time reminiscing about the past— if he could call it his past. That wasn’t him— no he’s just a clone. A shell of the man before him. But even still he couldn’t help but desire to claim those memories as his. Memories that he spent with you— he wanted to experience it all with you. He wanted to see you for the first time, look at your eyes while you gaze at him with adoration, he wants to get to know you— he wants to call you his. These memories he has of you aren’t his, and it pains him to accept it. His heart ached, longing for you. At one point he regarded you as a thief, you have stolen everything from him. The heart in his chest, the air from his lungs and all his thoughts within his head— you have stolen everything he had to offer.

His eyes closed in sweet bliss of remembrance upon his predecessor first meeting with you. It was a memory he couldn’t help but often think about.

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❝ You’re not in Kansas anymore, you’re on Pandora ladies and gentlemen. Respect that fact, every second of every day ❞ His boots made a menacing clicking sound as they hit the ground. His gestures and precise movements made him intimidating— the scar that ran through his skull only amplified to his demeanor ❝ If there is a hell you might wanna go there for some r&r after a tour on Pandora. Out there, beyond that fence, every living thing that crawls, flies, or squats in the mud wants to kill you and eat your eyes for juejuebees. ❞

❝ We have an indigenous population of humanoids called the ‘ Na’vi ‘ There fond of arrows dipped in a neurotoxin that’ll stop your heart in one minute— they have bones reinforced with naturally occurring carbon fiber. They are very hard to kill ❞ He turned around slowly facing all the new recruits, walking down the aisle; he continued on with his speech ❝As head of security, it is my job to keep you alive. I will not succeed, not with all of you. If you wish to survive, you need to cultivate a strong mental attitude. You’ve got to obey the rules, Pandora rules ❞

His steps halted, his eyes locked with yours. You peered up at him batting your eyelashes ❝ You’ve got all of that sweetheart? ❞ His eyes trailed down your throat seeing the harsh swallow, a sly grin curved up the corner of his lips. A shiver coursed through his spine as he gazed down at you expectingly. You kept your mouth shut, nodding instead. He arched a wrinkled eyebrow, ❝ I want words sweetheart ❞

❝ Yes— sir ❞ Quaritch nearly folded, your voice sounded sensual and smooth— a velvety whisper. His blue eyes gleamed, ❝ atta girl ❞ He turned back around, ❝ Rule number One— ❞

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#SYNOPSIS— Recom! Miles Quaritch is tasked with a mission to reunite you with his predecessor in his grave

#WARNING(S)— This will be a dark fic. unhealthy obsession, unhealthy fixation, yandere behavior, possessive behavior, implications of dubcon/noncon, noncon/dubcon, sexual harassment, implications of forced mating, implications of unwanted pregnancy, implications of baby trapping, abuse of power, stalking, authority kink, physical abuse, age gap, Older male/younger woman

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch, Recom! Colonel Miles Quaritch

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Chapter Index

→ PROLOGUE

Recom Miles gets a briefing from his predecessor

→ CHAPTER ONE: Reminiscence

Recom! Miles remembers his infatuation for you

→ CHAPTER TWO: Settle For A Ghost

Out in the forest the recoms find high value priosners

→ CHAPTER THREE: Unexpected Visitors

The dead come back to visit

Side Stories

→ unwelcoming touches

→ Decisions

→ Punishment

→ unexpected

Drabbles

→ settle for

→ longing

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Meeting a dreamwalker

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Infatuation — series

Being his ex! lover

Being obsessed with his ex! lover pt2

Accepting him as your lover

Obsessing over Recom

Obsessing over Recom pt2

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Being his ex! lover

Being obsessed with his his ex!lover pt2

Obsessing over Recom

Obsessing over Recom pt2

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Infatuation — prologue

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#SYNOPSIS— Recom Miles gets a briefing from his predecessor

#WARNING(S)— possessive behavior, unhealthy obsession, abuse of power, dark quaritch, yandere, stalking

#CHARACTER(S)— colonel miles quaritch, Recom! Miles Quaritch

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❝ In case you haven’t figured it out yet you’re Colonel Miles Quaritch. Only younger, taller and not nearly as good looking— what you won’t remember is my death because it hasn’t happened and it ain’t gonna— And if you are watching this it means I did get my ticket punched. Well whatever happens if your any clone of mine you’ll be looking for some payback that would be Jake Sully he’ll be the top of the list. But he ain’t the reason why I’m making this video log— no. We have more important matters to discuss ❞

Miles tail flicked agitated, he knew exactly who he was talking about. You were constant in this memories, haunting him ins his dreams with feathery touches and whispers.

❝ You see Jake sully took something from me. It belonged to me— and I’m not keen on sharing. No— the thought of even sharing her with you doesn’t sit right with me. You listen to me Colonel, if anything does happen to me than it’ll be your job to bring her back to me. I want her buried beside me in my grave— I rather have her dead than alive ❞ a slow grin curled up the corner of his lips ❝ What’s that sayin again? Not even death can do us part— yeah I like that ❞

He had a vague understanding of the Colonel’s infatuation with you. His memories were still fuzzy— incomplete. The scientist assured him that his memories will come back, bits and pieces. He remembers the basics of who he is but the most prominent memories were of you. His first contact with you. A small chance encounter and he was smitten, you however seemed to be uncomfortable near him. Walking on egg shells whenever he was around— not that his predecessor noticed. No— he was far too preoccupied daydreaming about you and the countless possibilities that could happen.

An immense portion of miles heart ached for you. You— a woman he’s never laid his eyes on had bewitched him. It was an odd feeling— to feel incomplete; to feel like a part of him was missing. This feeling would only escalate during sleepless nights when the cold crept up on his skin— he yearned for the warmth of your skin. But he wasn’t here to rekindle a past romance — no he was here to kill Jake Sully and bury you beside the Colonel. However, at one point his curiosity got the best of him and decided to do a throughout search of information in the RDA database. You were considered traitorous, to be taken alive if found. He scrolled through your profile finding old video logs.

When browsing through the logs, he heard your voice and his ears perked up. He stared at you with wide eyes, ears pointed toward your voice. Your eyes shone brightly as you rambled on about the various species of na'vi that lived on Pandora while making wide gestures. Your rant came to an end— instead you grimaced at a booming voice interrupting you ❝ Buttercup— the Colonel wants to see you ❞ It was his Corporal— Lyle Wainfleet. Miles tail flicked in annoyance, his gut twisted uncomfortably. A rumble vibrated through his chest as he expressed his annoyance.

From his scarce memories, he recalls that he typically sent Lyle to pick you up from the scientist, ready to hear about your report on the relationship with the na'vi. To see if there were any improvements or downfalls etc. However, this was just an excuse; he never actually paid attention to the report. No, he was far too busy ogling at you. Miles scowled, he wondered just how many times Lyle had referred to you with pet names. An unfamiliar feeling scratched at his chest. The video log abruptly ended, probably on your way to go meet his predecessor.

Miles huffed, tail slapping against the ground. It wasn’t enough— as much as he ached to hear your voice he felt the need to have your presence beside him. The only possibly way he could find you is by catching Jake Sully and taking the information from him. But you weren’t his— you were to be buried beside his predecessor; orders from him. Just a small moment— a minute of having you to himself and that would be enough to state him.

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BEING HIS BETROTHED

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#SYNOPSIS— being the betrothed of ao’nung isn’t easy. What happens if he finds out a forest boy caught your attention?

#WARNING(S)— jealousy, possessiveness, implications of unrequited love, yandere(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— ao’nung, Neteyam

An agreement between two prominent families promised their children to become lifelong mates. Thus you were betrothed to ao’nung since you were a child. Raised alongside each other, ao’nung had understood the role he was born with. He grasped onto these truths quicker than you did. You were to be his mate, the mother of his children, his future Tsahik. He had accepted that. Overjoyed even— he was thrilled to have you as his mate. He boasted about it to anyone he would encounter. How gorgeous you were— how kind and how perfect you are to him. The perfect mated couple.

But such expectations were burdening on your shoulder. To being the perfect match was to also being the perfect Tsahik for the clan. Every choice was judged by others— if you were far too childish, far too mature etc. It was tiring— draining even. At one point you began to resent Ao’nung. It was his fault— all these burdens on your shoulder were because of him.

Your life was planned out because of this betrothed. It was dull and boring— however that all changed when an Omatikaya family had landed on the beach asking for uturu. By the orders of the Olo’eyktan they were to be accepted like one of the people. To teach them the ways of the metkayina— you were tasked to teach the family of Toruk Makto. Unlike your betrothed you were ecstatic to teach them. It wasn’t every day you would personally teach the family of Toruk Makto.

You had gotten close with the oldest sully boy— Neteyam. He was different— he was kind, and oh— he was wonderful. You had grown to harbor a crush on the boy, likewise he held feelings for you. There was no use in hiding your feelings for each other when they were clear as the ocean. Obvious to anyone with eyes— with the way you both looked at each other. You would giggle at his remarks, batting your eyelashes at him, sneaking off at midnight to meet him in secret. But no matter how secretive the two of you were, someone was bound to notice. It was Ao’nung, he was skeptical with the relationship you had with Neteyam. At first he believed the two of you were nothing but friends, much to his annoyance. But it was only until later that he realized the longing looks and small caresses.

He was furious— enraged even. To think you would even entertain the idea of being the outcast mate— of allowing the forest boy to even have a silver of hope to be by your side. When it was him— him that could only be with you. He is your betrothed and you are to be his Tsahik. It pained him to see you be interested in someone else other than him. He confronted you about your relationship with neteyam, lashing at you in anger.

How dare the outcast even dream of having you? This never would of happened if you mated with him but he withheld the consummating, claiming that the both of you decided to take things slow. But now— he wasn’t so hospital with his decision. Ignoring your cries he dragged you towards his family hut. There he spoke to his parents in consummating your relationship, how it’s finally time for the two families to be brought together. His parents we’re ecstatic of the news— your betrothal with their son has lasted much longer than they thought

The consummating between the chiefs son and his betrothed was to be announced tomorrow. You were bombarded with congratulations and smiling faces— no matter how much you protested it was done. You would be bonded with Ao’nung— your fate was sealed.

ACCEPTING HIM AS YOUR LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— continuation of Quaritch obsessing over his ex lover

#WARNING(S)— implications of forced relationship, dark quaritch, yandere

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Colonel Miles Quaritch

To accept him was difficult— strenuous even. He was stubborn and resilient. Fueled by his desire to call you his. He was difficult to ignore, to pass him off as a stranger. He wasn’t— everything he did was a reminiscence to the original Miles Quaritch. The way he would smile with a cocky grin on his face. The way his eyes would light up when he would see you, saunter towards you with confidence in his steps.

Ever small thing he did reminded you of your past lover. The very man you once loved and cherished. It was difficult to be around him— painful even. It felt like you were betraying your past lover. As if you were replacing him with his clone— but there wasn’t much of a choice. He was always around you not once leaving you out of his sight. Hovering over you, snapping at other passerby’s. So you’ve come to terms with him, he is not the man you once loved but he is someone that you can grow to love. But it still felt wrong— as if you were trying to forget your old lover and substitute him for his clone.

But you couldn’t help it. He was once the man you loved. Quaritch however interpreted this as you growing accustomed to him— finally accepting him for he is. He was ecstatic to see an improvement. His efforts towards you weren’t going to waste— you’re accepting his presence rather than scurrying off to who knows where. He took it as a good sign— and so did his advances towards you continued. He pursued you without hesitance, showed off his new abilities to impress you.

He was alike to a lost puppy trialing after you, wanting your attention on him— solemnly on him. He would snarl and hiss at the others, tail lashing behind him like a feral cat. It was cute— in a way. Admittingly odd and surprisingly very different from his predecessor. He would purr when affection was granted to him. Overjoyed like a child, tail slapping against the ground.

OBSESSED OVER HIS EX! LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— Headcanons + scenario on Recom Quaritch obsessing over his ex! lover

#WARNING(S)— dark quaritch(?)obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts,non-consent touching, implications of noncon/dubcon, personality crisis(?)identity crisis(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Recom! Colonel Miles Quaritch

He couldn’t help but have a large grin on his face. You were back with him— back to where you were supposed to be. He would watch you like a hawk through the mirror; you were placed in a confinement similar to his son. Oh— he could stare at you for hours if he could. It was only until later that he managed to calm himself down. He was angsty and nervous; he wondered how you would feel about him— about his differences. But it wouldn’t matter, you’ll see he’s just like the man before him— if not better.

When he is face to face with you he nearly collapsed onto his knees. His hands trembled as he handed you the dog tag of the original Colonel Miles. He watched with anticipation as you took it; would you accept it? Would you accept this piece of remembrance towards the man you loved? It would give him hope if you did. To see that you cared for that man— that you care for him. That this relationship you have with him can still be salvaged. His heart nearly stopped when you chucked the dog tag across the room, tears streaming down your cheeks as you glared at him.

Anger coursed through his veins. No— no, you weren’t suppose to act like that. You were suppose to cry and wallow in grief over his death. You were suppose to sob and beg for forgiveness over your betrayal towards him. You were suppose to cling to him— it was wrong. His anger only amplified when you began screaming at him, throwing chairs at him. You lashed your anger out on him— why? Why was he to blame? It was your fault! All of it— he could of had a nice family with you. He could of been in his sons life— he could of married you! It was your fault. Everything is your fault— it’s because of you that he has these pesky emotions. It’s because of you that he can’t sleep at night— and you! Oh— you are going to pay for it; starting right now.

He would ignore your screams of protest as he caged you between his arms. He spent hours, days, weeks— months dreaming of you and to waste such a promising opportunity? He wouldn’t have that— no, he’ll take full advantage of it. His thirst for you will finally be quenched.

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No matter how hard your tried to wiggle away from him or how much your legs kicked you were pinned under him. His lips crashed into yours in a desperate manner. You shook your head from side to side but he chased after you, swallowing your sobs and whines. He glanced down, he wondered what you thought of him. Where you thinking of how desperate he is for you? Realizing that he longed only for you. He’d do just about anything for you— anything to make you see that he is alike to your ex lover. He’ll never let you go— no. Now that he has you in his arms he’ll make sure you’ll never step a foot outside.

His exhale was shaky, his nose buried into your collarbone, inhaling your scent. His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, can you tell his desperation for you? He wore the same face of the man you once loved and cherished in the past. Yet you couldn’t bare yourself to look at him, your lover never looked like that— he was human; not Navi. He would speak in a tongue dripping with honey, tone brimming with love that he held for you. But his eyes— they’re yellow. How frightening they are— your lover had blue eyes; the type that you would describe midwinter. Frosty and cold yet held such beauty in them. You turn away from him, he is not the man you loved. An imposter— a fake; His eyes were so alien.

You would shrink away, cringing in his embrace. He would try to gain your attention with familiar touches his predecessor once done but all that he gained was tears and a choked sob ❝You’re not— ❞ In less than a second his soft caressing turned harsh. He gripped your jaw tightly forcing you to look at him. Anger swirled in his eyes, ❝ I’m not what? I look like him— I talk like him— I have his memories! Why aren’t you happy with me like you were happy with him? Look at me! It’s me your suppose to be with! Your suppose to love me— me! It’s me!❞

His fist slammed against the table countless times. His tail flicking behind him in annoyance, clearly this level of intimacy wasn’t working, he’ll have to take it up a notch. He pursed his lips, head bobbing as he recalled old memories between you and his predecessor opening up to each other in an intimate level. Yeah— that’ll do. Without a second thought his fingers pulled the collar of shirt upwards dropping the garment. He’ll make you his, create new mementos with you so that’ll you’ll forget the past— so that you can get used to your new lover— to the new him.

BEING HIS EX LOVER

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#SYNOPSIS— headcanon on being the ex lover of yandere! human Miles Quaritch and meeting yandere! na’vi Miles Quaritch

#WARNING(S)— yandere behavior, obsession, fixation, unhealthy thoughts, kidnapping, delusion/illusion(?)

#CHARACTER(S)— Colonel Miles Quaritch

When he first woke up in his new body, his memories came in short snippets. Certain memories were still fuzzy, and he had trouble remembering certain things from the past. But they had come to him slowly. The most frequent memories were of you; embracing him from behind, flirting remarks. He had been plagued by you, constantly seen in every corner of his vision. At one point his memories would bleed into reality. You would be there beside him, laughing and giggling at him. He would feel your nails scraping down his back, body pressed up against him. It had sent him down a spiral of need.

Constant, were his visits to the infirmary, asking bizarre questions to the doctors. ‘ Were there any side effects to switching into an avatar body? Were illusions part of these side effects? ‘ the doctors would prescribe him medicated pills in hopes he would gain peace of mind. But all it did was make him drowsy, not even in his dreams was he safe from you. You would appear with a bright smile and himself— or rather the original Quaritch. Not him— it wasn’t him. But he wished it was. You were happy with the original Quaritch, he envied him.

He was envious of your relationship towards the original Quaritch. Envy that someone else had laid eyes on you. Jealous to see his predecessor touch you; to be the object of your affection. At one point he began to wish it was him instead of his predecessor. He couldn’t help a smile curve the corner of his lips whenever he would dream of you. While some memories were still fuzzy he would see memories of arguments between them. How you despised him for his horrible actions towards ‘hometree ‘ how you hated him for his cruelty towards the Na’vi. How you wanted nothing to do with him after what he did. He had brushed your anger off, you’ll get over it. It was for the sake of the human race. But he had underestimated your love for Pandora. You had betrayed him for Jake Sully.

Oh— he didn’t like that one bit. An inconstant amount of rage coursed through him. How dare you? How dare you turn your back on him? It was only then he realized the depth of his predecessor love for you. He had you confined in his quarters claiming the scientist had deluded you into betraying the human race. How he was going to set your mind straight. How those scientists had manipulated you into turning your back on him. He couldn’t agree any less, anyone who tried to interfere in your relationship with him were manipulative bastards. They were all trying to take you away from him. This planet, the scientist, every single thing in this wretched place.

And they did. They took you from him. You were no longer in his arms. You had abandon him for the Na’vi race; willingly chose to be apart of them. Chose to be alongside with Jake sully. The man who had killed him— the man who had taken you with him. He was out for blood, out to kill the man who took you from him. But would you come back to him? Of course! He isn’t the original Quaritch— no he’s nothing but a shell— a clone, a replacement. It didn’t matter to him, you belonged to him before and you’ll belong to him in this life too.

It was by some miracle that he had saw you. He had taken the sully kids as hostages ready to lure out Jake sully. But he had caught sight of you. Despite his overwhelming need to have you in his arms he kept his head in the game. He had to think clear, the reason you had come was to rescue the children. So he had offered a trade, give yourself up and he’ll let the children go. You agreed and like the honorable man he was he stayed true to his words. But to his surprise you had a kid of your own. You had named him Miles, a human who thought he belonged with the Na’vi. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest, that child was proof of his love towards you. He couldn’t help the flutter of butterflies in his stomach. You were back in his arms, safe and sound where you belonged.

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Bullet Train

→ The white death

A GAME

STUCK

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The hunger games: Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes

→ Coriolanus Snow

RUN RABBIT!

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Solo leveling

→ Sung Jinwoo

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→ Thomas Andre

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→ Baek Yoonho

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The Redemption of Earl Nottingham

→ Earl Nottingham

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BEING COURTED

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#SYNOPSIS— headcanon on being courted by Tsu’tey

#WARNING(S)— none

#CHARACTER(S)— Tsu’tey Rongloa Ateyitan

Tsu’tey would be confused by the different approaches on how humans attract a potential mate or in human terms to woo a potential suitor. He would start out by doing what he was taught to attract a mate in his own terms. He’ll start by doing small gestures first, offering you his own food from his plate during clan meals. Offering his first batch of prey he catches and dedicating them towards you. Prancing himself like a peacock, puffing out his chest and showing off his skills. These actions are to show how much of a reliable mate he can be.

The second stage of courting would depend on your attitude towards the first courting stage. Seeing how you praise him for his catch and compliment him he’ll start taking bigger steps. He’ll present you with his own hair beads offering them to you, even going as far to hunt exotic animals and offer their feathers to you. If he sees you thanking him for his gifts and even offering your own hair beads/feathers he’ll be more than delighted to wear them and prance them around with his clanmates.

The last stage of courting is intimate. It’s not something that can be officially spoken about in front of others seeing as it’s a sign of vulnerability and trust. (The queue is a vulnerable part of the Na’vi body. It can enable mental communication, emotions/feelings etc.)Tsu’tey would probably take you to the tree of souls and offer to do your hair/brush it/to braid it/decorate it with his own trinkets and gifts to you. To let someone else take care of such a vulnerable part of the body is a sign of trust and acceptance(in human standards it’s implications of bearing their own naked body to their partner and trusting them not let any harm fall upon them) Tsu’tey would be ecstatic in your acceptance and overwhelmed in your faith in him. He’ll take this moment very seriously and make sure no mistakes happen in this precious bonding moment.

However this all depends on your knowledge of being courted by a Na’vi. If you were to be a rather oblivious to his implying attraction towards you he would begrudgingly go to Jake Sully for help. Tsu’tey would try to court you in human standards. He finds himself confused by human mating customs. But he can find the beauty in it, such as giving flowers. He can decorate your hair with flowers weaved into your braid. Plans ‘ dates ‘ as humans calls it. Takes you to pretty scenery’s or takes you hunting with him. Going flying with him on his ikran anything that seems like a bonding moment with you.

The last step would probably be offering you a ring wedged with pretty rocks surrounding it, a makeshift ring. He would offer it to you, bend down on one knee and gazing up at you. By that time I’m sure you would of caught the drift of his attraction towards you.

BEING A CONCUBINE

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#SYNOPSIS— headcanons on being emperor Hill’s concubine

#WARNINGS(s)— unhealthy obsession, forced marriage(?)forced relationship(?), multiple wives(?) misogyny

Wether by being a noble or commoner you’ve seem to catch the attention of the emperor. It could of been your beauty or selfless nature. But it was enough to gain the interest of the emperor. He was charmed by you, seduced by every little thing you do. The emperor won’t hesitate in showing his attraction towards you, courting you openly without a care for the world. He’ll send trending jewelry and silk, excessive amounts of flowers even going as far as naming a flower after you. If you do accept his courting( which you will— denying an emperor will surely gain the gossip behind your back being shameless and whatnot along with the pressure of accepting his courting )

When you do accept his courting and decide to become the emperor concubine he’ll immediately order his advisors to give you the title of ‘ Concubine‘ (depending on your title such as being a nobel he’ll give you the title ‘ imperial concubine’) after the title is given, he’ll order you to sleep next to his chambers and, organizing shared chambers.

The other concubines will seethe in jealousy and no doubt the Empress will keep a close eye on you. You alone are a threat to the Empress position and heirs. No doubt she’ll try to corner you in banquets and try placing pressure on you. The emperor will parade you around banquets/balls even going as far as ignoring the Queen and imperial duties. The nobels will take notice and quick to change side. Nobels will flock to you side seeing how the emperor favors you. Having any sort of relations with you would benefit their house. Of course, the emperor retaliate in giving gifts to the nobles as a sign of appreciation.

The emperor won’t hesitate in showing his affection, you’ll be known as the emperors ‘ favored concubine ‘ You’ll be living the life every woman in the kingdom would want. You’ll be the envy of all. You’ll be spoiled with the finest silk, and trending jewelry in the kingdom. To show just how devoted he is to you he’ll make an official imperial building for you. It’ll be created by the best workers and craftsmen surrounded by beautiful flowers and a wonderful scenery. The building will be a representation of the emperor love for you. It’ll be glorious and widely talked about in the empire.

If that’s not enough to show his devotion the emperor would even going as far as making marble statues after your appearance and ensuring there placed everywhere around the kingdom. The emperor will make his love for you known throughout the empire.

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The Villainous is a Marionette

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A GAME

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|| SHORT DRABBLE ||

#SYNOPSIS— The white death enjoys a game of Russian roulette with his lover

#WARNING(s)— mentions of unhealthy obsession/fixation, unwanted advances/touches/affection, Russian roulette(?)

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The gun pressed against your forehead. He grinned at you cruelly, ❝ Well? I don't like asking twice❞, he murmured, his eyes glued to your shaking figure. You sobbed, choking gasps that spilled past your lips as tears streamed down your cheeks. When your mouth started to quiver and cry, there was an ‘empty click’ that echoed through the still room. A short scream escaped past your lips. Hands coming up to cover your face from the threat. ❝ Tick-Tock ❞ he mocked, pressing the gun closer to your forehead.

Your heart pounded with anxiety as your lips trembled. ❝ Yes—! I’ll marry you!❞ You shakily managed to say the words he's been hoping to hear while having a heart full of fear. He raised the gun to his temples, finger pressed on the trigger. Another ‘ empty click ‘ rung out the empty silence. Short rumbles of laughter spilled from his lips as he smirked menacingly. He carelessly threw the gun across the floor. You flinched at the sound, even without the gun he was an imposing man. Intimidating to the bone— and grasped a terrifying amount of power over you.

He pulled you close to him, hands caressed your face as you sobbed before him, stifling your sobs and hiccups. He gave you a rough but messy kiss on the lips as though you were his lifeline.

STUCK

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|| SHORT DRABBLE||

#SYNOPSIS— Running away from the white death

#WARNING(s)— mentions of unhealthy obsession/fixation,mentions of forced relationship, intent on kidnapping

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You wouldn't be honest if you said you weren’t feeling anxious. Here you were, looking back over your shoulder as you boarded a bullet train. Hurriedly taking a seat in the nearest corner. You could never be too sure of your surroundings. That much you discovered thanks to your "beloved lover” The cart was very silent, it was making you feel uneasy. It wasn’t until later that you realized you were in the ‘silent car’ It was peaceful— so peaceful. Something you hadn’t gotten in the past few years. Only a short while had passed when the silence was broken by three men. They were bickering amongst themselves clearly being agitated and overworked. One was obviously under some sort of substance clearly being escorted by the other two men. You didn't really comprehend who he was until you got a closer look at his face.

It was the son of your ‘ dear lover ‘ However there were rumors that he had been taken hostage by a gang and was being held for ransom. You never made an effort to know just how he got kidnapped exactly. Having no desire to learn anything about that man’s offspring. Your gaze darted from left to right as you nervously gnawed at your lips. It wasn’t a coincidence— nothing was ever a coincidence. Your breathing was erratic as you tried making sense of the situation. You couldn't imagine going back to that man. There were tears running down your cheeks. You should have known better than to think it was just a coincidence. You managed to secure a ticket on the bullet train by some miracle. You wiped away any possible tear-streaked traces as you sniffled through your emotions. After gathering yourself, you decided to put up a fight and not be treated lightly. You won’t be taken easily.

But as you heard the two men arguing back and forth, your brief moment of clarity was broken. They continued to glance at your spot before returning to their phone. ❝ It can't be that simple—that much for her, ❞ the taller of the two whispered harshly ❝Listen, mate— that's the fuckin target ❞ the other one would say while rolling his eyes. ❝ just hurry it up ❞ He was a well-dressed man, and the color of his clothes complemented his eyes. And he was approaching you confidently with an endearingly smiling. He had curly brown chesnut hair and pearly white teeth with a mustache complimenting his looks. He was handsome you noted— but either way he was hired to take you back. You had nowhere else to go as he moved closer, causing your breath to become labored. He would undoubtedly drag you back into the man's grasp. And it appeared that he had noticed you frantic state.

❝ Hey—hey ❞ he said, encouraging you to adopt a relaxed posture. ❝ I just need you to make this easy for me, sweetheart, ❞ he added ❝ I've already had a fuckin day with these twats ❞ you glared at him with narrowed brows, letting out a series of gurgling laughs. Your lips began to twist into a wicked, crafty smile. You had previously emphasized that you wouldn't be taken lightly. You stood up in a false fury and screamed at the top of your lungs. Raising your hand, you slapped his cheek ❝ How dare you— You pervert! Disgusting man, you! You are not allowed to grope me while I'm sleeping just because I'm dozing off! Outrageous—piece of shit! ❞ you launched into a tirade against him in an effort to get the other passengers' attention, and it was successful. The man appeared as though he was unable to realize that he had been smacked and was now being called a pervert.

He struggled to speak while feverishly shaking his head in denial. He made gestures with his arms raised as he attempted to diffuse the situation caused by other passengers hurling objects at him. ❝ I was merely attempting to wake her!❞ You packed your belongings and scoffed. Giving him one last look before slapping him again. ❝ You wench—, you! ❞ His hand reached out to stroke his swollen cheek. You huffed and stepped away from the scene. Hurriedly opened the door, sweat running down your face. You were horrified by what you had done. You’ve hit an escort that was hired by your lover and had gotten away with it.

You choose to put your bags in a random holder after fumbling with them. encountering a gentleman with heavy glasses, a bucket hat on top, and long, shaggy blonde hair. He appeared to be trying to blend in by dressing poorly ❝ I'm sorry, but have you seen a silver suitcase with a sticker on it? ❞ You immediately noticed it in the corner of your eyesight. The wheels in your thoughts started to turn as you turned to look back at the man ❝ I apologize for the mess, but here it is! ❞ You handed the man the silver bag bearing a train-themed sticker ❝ Thank you very much❞ he left without another word, seemingly oddly happy. There was something going on in this train and you didn’t want to stay and figure it out. Getting off was top priority.

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The Way to Protect The Female Lead Older Brother

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→ Cassis Pedelian

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I Became the Villian’s Mother

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The Way to Protect The Female Lead Older Brother

→ Lante Agriche

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→ Fontaine Agriche

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→ Deon Agriche

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→ Jeremy Agriche

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→ Achille Agriche

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CONTINUING THEIR LEGACY

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#SYNOPSIS— headcanons on clanheads continuing their legacy

#WARNING(s)— yandere,unhealthy obsession, manipulation/manipulative, implication of noncon/dubcon

(Indra Otsutsuki||Madara Uchiha)

As a man with enemies far too large that exceed his own legacy the only solution is to expand his clan. And that will only happen by his darling’s womb. Either by you willing to spread your legs for him or not he chooses not to care. He loves you far too much for him to care about your own feelings. It’s only about his obsession. His feelings—only about him. Do you not care how he feels to see you without a child in your womb? Without a child clinging onto your kimono? It pains him to see such a thing. It almost shames him when he eyes your empty belly and see he has yet to impregnate you. Of course, one child will never be enough for him. Hes the founder of a new uprising shinobi clan the urge to bare many heirs for him is pressured on his shoulders.

With the threat of his brothers clan waging war without a doubt his children will be sent to the frontlines. Therefore one child will never be enough. No—he expects at least four children if not more. If you dare try to refuse him he won’t hesitate to use his sharingan to make you complaint during intercourse. Of course he would like his darling to enjoy the process but if his sharingan is needed he wont be reclutent to use it. The survival of the Uchiha is weighted on his darlings shoulder. Indra is very firm about his darling bearing heirs for him. The Uchiha will not end here— no the Uchiha Clan shall rise and defeat the Senjus.

His father was a man who sired many children most whom he lost in war against the Senju. As the eldest of his remaining brothers he was the upcoming leader of the Uchiha clan. He would be the image and representative of the Uchiha clan. Someone that’s meant to show the embodiment of a true Uchiha. And as a representative of the Uchiha everything he did was followed by his fellow clan members. So what better example would there be if he were to impregnate his darling? Of course it would be an honor for his darling to bear his children. It’s Uchiha Madara a shinobi with unfathomable powers. Anyone is lucky to be his partner. His darling would be shackled with pressure of being his partner. Forced to bear many children for him and be thankful for being his personal breeding whorê.

Long nights of spending in bed, tired and exhausted of being overspent. Legs turned into jelly after the series of being breed over and over again had forced her to lay limp. In a short span of days no doubt evidence of being pregnant would arise. Nausea in the mornings, refusing to come near certain smells etc. Such news would bring great happiness in the clan. Fertility and the birth of a new generation raised in peace instead of war. No doubt the Uchiha clan would celebrate on the news. It would be the birth of a new generation all thanks to his darlings cooperation. His darling would be praised and cooed over by the Uchiha.

YANDERE ADULT KAKASHI

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#SYNOPSIS— general headcanon of yandere adult Kakashi

#WARNING(s)—manipulative, unhealthy obsession/thoughts, possessive/possessiveness; mentions of noncon/dubcon, toxic friendship

As the years passed by and relationships start to nourish, Kakashi would be swooning over you. Introducing you to his team and close aids making sure to add in just what exactly you meant to him. He would order his little group of genin to stalk you around and give him weekly reports. Of course if there was anything suspicious such as a man visiting you in the middle of the night Kakashi wouldn’t hesitate to question you. Persistently asking about that man claiming he was on his midnight walk and coincidentally saw the man walking out of your abode.

He doesn’t need others challenging your relationship with him. He’s worked so hard for what he has know he won’t let anyone budge in. He’s a clingy man often inviting himself to your home without asking, preparing dinner/baths when you return from work/missions. He’ll feel anxious without knowing where you are, often uses his status as a ‘ elite jounin/ ex anbu captain ‘ as an excuse to check on your medical examines and missions. He feels anxious whenever his eyes aren’t set on you, often flaring his Sharingan in every crowded space of Konaha in order to find you. And when he does he immediately drag you back home with him.

He doesn’t get angry often he’s usually more relaxed and carefree but those characteristics of his don’t qualify to you. He’ll persistently ask you on what you were doing. Trying to drag out the simplest of information and somehow conjuring up thesis. There was no need to go out, the fridge was stockpiled with goods and so we’re the cabinets that much he knew. The house was in good condition nothing need repairing. His thoughts would darken, nothing was missing from your home so what exactly did you leave for? Was it somebody? A man? Just who exactly is he? He’s the only man in your life that much he made sure of.

His own awareness would be gone by then, hand tightening against your throat, the threat clear in the air as he stared down at you. He wants to exactly just what you were doing. The aftermath would all depend on your answer, if you choose to refrain from answering Kakashi has other methods to make you more complaint towards him. After the fiasco would happen he’ll lock you up in his own home setting up traps in case others or you try coming in/coming out. He didn’t want it to happen but you forced him to and he has no other option but to lock you up.

Can’t you see your the only thing he has left? He won’t feel any source of remorse for what’s he’s doing. As time passes and you nothing but a bird locked in a cage he would declare his feelings for you completely expecting for you to return them back in return. After all don’t childhood friends turn into childhood sweathearts? It won’t take long for him to take you to his bed and render you useless to his ministrations.

YANDERE ANBU/ROOT TENZO

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#SYNOPSIS— general headcanons of yandere anbu/root Tenzo

#WARNING(S)—stalking,unhealthy obsession

Meeting Tenzo would be spontaneous not something to double take. But for him it’s the small act of kindness that get to him. Nothing that would deem to be remembered but considering he’s part of an organization where children kill each other to survive it’s hard not to remember the small selfless moments without thinking they have some hidden motive. He’ll be confused, why would you do such a thing? And to him? Was it pity? An order from Danzo? Or some secret motive to kill him? He didn’t understand, he was far too confused to comprehend your selfless actions.

He’ll follow you around, stalking you in the shadows. Eyeing every little thing you do, he’ll learn your ins and outs. What you dislike and what you like. Hell, he might as well learn every route you take towards the shopping district/the marketing district. So he does, and he grows some weird obsession over you. You were far too kind to others than they were to you, selfish and honorable. So kind and noble, someone who was pure unlike him. He would never dare to present himself to you—not yet. He couldn’t let Danzo know about you, if he did he’ll use you against him. So he results in being your bodyguard from the shadows,

If he were to be bold, he’ll drop by your apartment/house and grow small flowers around your lawn.He’ll want to make sure his interest is known in you even if you don’t understand what’s happening. You might as well take it as a courting gift. His heart flutters whenever you water the plants he’s gifted you. He’ll leave little trinkets and notes for you, hoping you’ll accept each gift he gives you.

It wasn’t long before he met Kakashi, the man who had shown the light from the dark tunnel. He managed to save him, took him form the shadows and showed him just what it is to protect a village who cares about their comrades. It wouldn’t take Kakashi long to figure out Tenzo/Yamato has an interest in someone. He’ll put two and two together and try pushing Tenzo/Yamato to the right direction, he won’t understand just how infuriated Tenzo/Yamato really is with you. He’ll grow nerves of steel and bump into you whenever he can, apologizing like the kind gentlemen he is. He’ll force himself into your life little by little, coming off as the nice kind shinobi he is. Anyone could see he’s a total catch, a flustered man who easily turns red. Who wouldn’t want him?

YANDERE’S COMFORTING THEIR PARTNER

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#SYNOPSIS— general headcanons of yandere comforting their partner

#WARNING(s)—stalking, unhealthy obsession

( Itachi Uchiha || Deidara )

You were his beloved. Someone he truly loved and cherished and wouldn’t trade for the world. He knew your little ticks and what would make you twitch. He knew when you were sad and when you were happy. He understand you far more than anyone else ever could, even you. He takes great pride in such a thing, sure others would be fooled by your calm collective exterior but not him. No—never him. Every little twitch, every blink or eyes vacant lost in thought he’s got the idea that’s something happened, something is wrong. And he’ll figure it out one way or another. He’s not a very communicative man so his gestures of love would be acts of services or lending an ear to your troubles.

He would sit down with you, patiently and quietly. Placing down a nice cup of warm tea for you to drink. He’ll ask questions, questions that aren’t even tune with the subject you were bothered with. He’ll coax you into a false sense of security before cooling and striking. His words would be coated with honey, but the undertone would have a silver snakes tongue. The conversation would taken an unexpected twist, his charcal eyes narrowing down at you. Eyes flickering red as he progressed your words. He’ll make sure to get rid of the problem, he’ll make sure your happy and content with your life next to him. But there’s always the probability where you decide to keep your mouth shut and refuse to touch the subject. Believe him, he has other ways to make sure your babbling by the end of the night.

This man won’t notice at the beginning, it’ll take him a few days to understand somethings wrong before finally taking action. Unlike him you manage to have a collective exterior, able to control your feelings/emotions something that he can’t possibly do. He’s not someone to settle down and sit to talk about your problems. Instead he’ll try little tricks and trinkets to bring back your smile. It’ll start of with him creating small clay animals and exploding them, perhaps even creating a small play where they each explode in a tragic end.

If it helps in any way he’ll bully Tobi and cause chaos among the Akatsuki hideout.He’ll even bother Sasori just for the hell of it. He wants to see you smile, it doesn’t matter if he looks like a complete fool while doing it. He’ll buy dango along with other sweet treats. All that matters is you and your well being. He’ll grin, munching on dango as he talked about his day, he wants to get your mind off what’s bothering you, in no way would someone/something else have your attention. Only he can have such a delicacy of your gaze upon him.

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→ Hashirama Senju

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→ Tobirama Senju

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→ Jiraiya of the Great Three

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→ Orochimaru of the Great Three

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→ Indra Otsutsuki

Continuing their legacy

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→ Ashura Otsutsuki

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