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Naruto Masterlist

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→ Kakashi Hatake

Headcanons of yandere Kid Kakashi

Headcanons of yandere Academy Kakashi

Headcanons of yandere Anbu Kakashi

Headcanons of yandere Adult Kakashi

Asking For A Divorce - coming soon

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→ Sakumo Hatake

Asking for a Divorce - coming soon

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Headcanons of Yandere Anbu Tenzo/Yamato

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→ Iruka Umino

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→ Naruto Uzumaki

THIS WAS SCRUMPTIOUS

HIS SWEET GIRL, avatar.²

characters — miles quaritch x female reader.

content w. — mature themes, dark romance, toxic behavior, blood, violence, character death(s), older man/younger woman, mentions of stalking, manipulation, unhealthy obsession, possession, sexual thoughts/fantasies, dark quaritch, abuse of power, nonconsensual touching, pet names, corruption kink &&. exhibitionism, unhealthy fixation, implications of overstimulation, masturbation, lolol smut!

small note — be aware that this is a dark fic.

WITH HIS HEAD DOWN . Quaritch was breathing heavily as he then took a moment to process everything , his uniform that was tidy and neat was now disheveled— his hair messed up as well. The Colonel needs more , a whole lot more than before , the hardened soldier sighed as he opened his eyes which was now half-lidded. Blinking a few times before gazing up at the wall with a unreadable expression , his mind went into a blurred tunnel for a few a second before remembering his girl. A soft blush formed on her face as if his scarred self wasn’t flushed enough. " Fucking hell , ( Name ). " A growl left his lips , it wasn’t a scowl— it was a lustful one. Quaritch shifted around and flickered his eyes down at the ground for once again. Shaking his head before leaning back on his leathered chair , thinking about you and only you.

His breath caught in his throat , he brought his hand up to grasp his red , sensitive cock which caused Quaritch to slip out a low hiss as he tilted his head further. " Fuck . . . " He huffed , his head tilting to the side as the Colonel’s thoughts were filled with you. Such an innocent girl— you were just begging for him , to be taken care of and spoiled rotten. The man adjust himself in his seat as those same fantasies of you flooded his mind once again , a deep blush appeared on his scarred face. You were just too innocent for a cruel world like Pandora and he wouldn’t hesitate to protect his sweetheart from those savages known as the Na’vi. You needed him and he knew it.

Sitting there in his office , his hand gripping onto the armrest that was attached to his leathered chair in a aggressive grasp as the other hand held onto his cock— Quaritch took a deep breath before his mind drifted back to you , his mind flooded with such fantasies. Ones that was kept for him to think about whenever he had the chance to , with his head tilted to the side , rested on the chair he was adjusted in— the Colonel kept on thinking about his sweetheart once again.

Just imagining how pretty you’d look laying on his desk , arching your back as he gripped onto those small hips. His face buried into that small cunt of yours as it drooled for his attention which he would gladly receive , toying with it as he began to eat you out as if you were his last meal. Listening to the sweet whines and moans leave those quivering lips that were swollen and puffy , hiccuping as Quaritch’s tongue would thrust inside your folds at a unforgivable pace.

The thought of having you near him was dangerous. But he loved it , and he wasn’t complaining at all.

Pinning you against the wall , nearby an area filled with people as he caresses the sensitive parts of your skin , leaving wet and sloppy kisses all over. Listening to those beautiful whines and whimpers leave your kissable lips— pleading and begging for him to stop. The Colonel loves being risky and having his pretty girl pinned down on the ground , ass up in the air as he takes you from behind. Taking the risk of being caught , Quaritch didn’t care if they were caught— he would remind those that you belong to him and him only. Making the prettiest sounds for him , crying and begging just drives him insane. Holding back the urge to just run into your quarters and take you right then and there but he knew that he had to be patient , waiting for the right moment to make his move on the pretty woman who would soon be his.

Without even realizing it , he slowly stroked himself. He lets out a raspy moan , his eyes shut tight as he began to pleasure himself once again. Feeling his cock twitch in response to his touch , with another grunt— his other hand gripped onto the armrest as he pumped his cock at a slow pace , wanting to take his time pleasing himself as he continued to think about you. Grunting and would sometimes moaning— babbling your name like it was a chant , he picked up the pace. Quaritch tilted his head down and gazed towards the mess he created after countless times of masturbating to you.

" Damnit , fuck fuck— ( Name ) . . . " He mumbled , squirming and shifting around his chair just a little before grasping onto his cock ever so slightly. Lifting up from the leathered chair of his as he leaned against the desk , taking a deep heavy breath for a moment. The Colonel began to thrust his hips and continued to fantasize about you once again , imagining how good and tight you would feel wrapped around him. Imagining those soft cries , babbling to him about how you can’t take it. Oh— but aren’t you a good girl ? You want to please him and make him happy ? He knows that for sure , so why not let daddy take care of his sweetheart. Want someone to take care of you and protect you for the rest of his life ? He’s the man you want and need.

Here he was , thrusting his hips. Deep growls and moans escaped his lips— rumbling through his chest , so close to cumming. Quaritch moved his hand a little for a moment , breathing heavily as he used his free hand to cover his mouth. Preventing more pornographic sounds— he wasn’t going to let anyone find out what he was doing. His hand soaked and covered in cum from countless amount of times of masturbating , beginning to desperately babbling your name over and over again. Panting hard as he kept thrusting his hips into his hand that grasped his cock tightly , his grip firm and gentle.

Softly gasping , his breath hitches , he slipped out another deep and raspy moan before cumming in his hand once again. His body shuddered , his other hand leaving his mouth and harshly gripping onto the edge of his desk. A deep sigh of relief escaped him , throwing his head back and facing the ceiling— breathing hard and heavily. Recovering from what just happened , sitting back down on his leathered chair while he continued to grasp his cock which started to loosen. Staring down at his hand that was covered with ropes of cum— a complete mess. Quaritch sighed and started calming down from his high before cleaning himself up and was on his way to find an excuse look for you.

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Manhwa Masterlist

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Solo leveling

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The Redemption of Earl Nottingham

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tips/advice make sure u got rules thats very important and be a great cook

but besides that

fuck the diseases i came up with ion rlly feel like doing dat tbh

hopefully ill feel better again tomorrow

i threw up a few times and I got a fever of 102 so yea :/

Ty for the advice

I hope you get better ;-; don’t push yourself too much

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.

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The Redemption of Earl Nottingham

#SYNPOSIS . Unable to stand your husband any longer you decide to flee from him

#WARNING(S) . Controlling husband, possessiveness, character death, arranged marriage, violence, brief description of blood.

#CHARACTER(S) . Earl Nottingham

How did it end up like this?

Being confined to your own chambers like a child while your husband belittled you for entertaining the advances of men. You were innnocent and yet your husband believed the words of others. As a woman of virtue and a married one at that— it appalled you that your husband would dare think of you as a harlot. At the end of your argument you were left with a ghostly complexion and your husband seething in rage.

You cried and yelled for him to let you out or for anyone to release you. But there was no response, only the echoes of your own pleas bouncing off the walls. No one would help you, having no source of companionship— not that you had any before. Seeing as how your husband has refrained you from attending any social events. It was just you and the various amount of books stacked in their shelf. When your had ran out of tears only a simmering fury threatened to erupt underneath your skin. You had vowed there and than, to refuse and be kept as a prisoner. How dare he act like a husband! For years he had ignored your very precense in this manor and now he believes he has some say over you?

And so what if you did entertain that mans advances?! He was kind, handsome and an honorable man. How could you not? When your husband could barley hold a torch against him. And now— he dare to act in such a manner? You raged— oh how you raged. You had been treated unfairly your whole life you couldn't bare it any longer. You would leave this manor and forsake this accursed marriage. It was a scandalous decision— but not one you would think twice.

The soft tap on the door broke your sense of thoughts, creaking open revealing a maid holding a tray, “ I have brought you lunch, madam “ the maid announced, her voice was devoid of any warmth. Before the maid could offer the tray, you had pushed her aside. Startled, the maid stumbled back, bewildered by your act of aggression. You hurried past her without a word, leaving the maid standing in the corridor. Your footsteps echoed loudly against the polished floor— not that you cared. You were leaving this mansion and for good. Suddenly, your husband appeared at the end of the corridor where they connected with the stairs leading down towards the front door— towards freedom. His eyes were ablaze with anger as he intercepted your path.

Your husband— Ian Nottingham, stood tall and imposing. His dark disheveled hair fell slightly around his angular face, framing his green eyes with an ominous look. His scar traced a jagged path on his left cheek— a reminder of the battle he fought and the wounds that have left him scarred. In the years, you've been married to him not once did you fully look at him. He was a terrifying man— with unpredictable behavior; he would throw fits of anger that shook the manor whole. His brows were furrowed into creases, adding into the intensity of his gaze. His jaw was set in a firm line, betraying the conflict within him.

“What?” His voice rumbled with venom. “Do you find me even more repulsive up close? Hmm?” Fury twisted his face as he spat the words. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist tightly, causing you to cry out in pain from his rough handling. His imposing frame loomed over you, the flickering candles casting ominous shadows on his face. He was terrifying, “Is that why you were unfaithful? Was the baron so charming? Did that snake promise you eternal love?” he snarled, shaking your wrist violently.

With tears in your eyes, you shouted, “Think of it however you want!” You pulled at your wrist, struggling fiercely against his grip. His jaw locked, “No matter what you do to try to change this, dearest, you are still my wife in the eyes of both men and heaven, and I your husband “

It felt as if the world was shattering around you. Husband? How dare he call himself that? He had spent an eternity ignoring you—the same man who took you to the altar and made vows. “My husband? Do you really have the right to call yourself that? You never treated me as a wife! This marriage is over!”

Anger twisted his face into a contorted mask of rage, his green eyes flashing with a volatile mix of fury and jealousy. His jaw clenched so tightly it seemed like it might shatter, and his nostrils flared as if struggling to contain a storm within. His brows drew together into a dark scowl, the muscles in his forehead bunching in a way that made his anger almost palpable. Every line in his face seemed to deepen with the intensity of his emotions, reflecting not just a burning anger but also a bitter, jealous hurt that cut deeper than any physical blow. The very air around him seemed to crackle with his overwhelming sense of fury and resentment.

“Did you truly love him?” he demanded, his voice cold and harsh. It felt like speaking to a wall; his rage was the only thing driving him now. His grip on your wrist tightened to the point of pain, and you could feel the bruising pressure already forming, “ Ow! Let go!” you cried out, struggling against his unyielding hold, “ You cannot escape me! Even in death you shall not leave! Even if this cursed manor collapsed around us!”

Straining to free yourself from his iron grip, you felt a deepening frustration with each desperate tug. “Why are you doing this to me?!” you demanded, your voice breaking with a mix of anger and hurt. “What did I ever do to you?!” The resentment in your voice was palpable, each word a testament to the pain and bewilderment of feeling so unjustly targeted. You managed to break free from his grasp, quickly gathering the sides of your dress in your hands as you hurried away. Glancing back over your shoulder, you shouted, “I refuse to stay here any longer! I can’t spend the rest of my life trapped here like a ghost!”

“You can’t keep me her—!” you yelled, but as you rushed down, your foot had slipped on the edge of the stairs. Instantly, the world tilted as you lost your balance. A cold dread filled your chest as time seemed to stretch, and you felt yourself falling. Each step hit with a jarring thud, and the sharp, unforgiving edges of the stairs seemed to blur together. Finally, you crashed onto the floor below with a heavy thump, pain radiating through your body. The force of the impact left you gasping for breath, your vision momentarily darkening as you lay sprawled, disoriented and bruised. The room seemed to spin around you as you tried to regain your senses, each breath coming in ragged gasps.

A warm trickle of blood began to flow underneath your sprawled hair, staining the floor beneath you. The room swam around you as you lay sprawled, the metallic scent of blood mingling with the sharp pain, and you struggled to catch your breath, the darkness closing in at the edges of your vision.

The last thing you saw, was your husband crying out in anguish. Sobbing uncontrollably, hands clutching his face, eyes wide and frantic as he called your name over and over.

A smile crept across your lips.

You suppose you can find some solace in that—if your life, given in exchange for freedom, caused even a single moment of despair for him. That’s enough to ease your soul.