#💌.stalking

[b1mbodoll]

obsessive perv hoon who sends you filthy texts n sneaks pictures of you wherever he sees you 😵‍💫 subtly presses himself against you n grinds his cock n ur completely clueless!!! gropes n pinches ur tits n plays it off as an accident 😓 is so obsessed he follows you home n watches you play with your cunt and even breaks in one day, digging through your drawers and jerking his cock to the sight of your panties before covering them in cum <3 he’s sick n a freak and even steals some of your used panties, desperate to huff at them n rub his cock raw to your scent <3 calls you from a private number and just lets you hear him pleasure himself, squeezing the base of his cock to keep himself from cumming when he hears you start to touch yourself, little whimpers and quiet moans heard through the receiver as you fingerfuck yourself

[missbunnybunny]

❣💌[ I'm stravin' , Darlin' ]💌❣

Tw: non-con, dubcon, yandere, stalking, Somnophilia, Drugging, breeding, cockwarming.

A/n: this is my first detailed smut. It was going well at the start until I took a wrong turn and fell off a cliff. Possessive music got influence. I don't know what I wrote, am going to hell, his more delusional; than me. smh. ENJOY!

Note: this is a y/n x pretty yandere, female-bodied reader. Based on the songs Eat Your Young by Hozier and An Unhealthy Obsession by Blake Robinson, helped write this song. pet names such as Darlin, Love, and good girl. If I forgot something plz tell me.

╔═.✧ 🖤 ✧.═══════════╗ ▶︎ 𝕾𝖍𝖊’𝖘 𝖘𝖔 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖎 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖛𝖊 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊. ╚═══════════.✧ 🖤 ✧.═╝ Part 2 ↥

You were exhausted. Who could blame you for being tired? You enjoyed your job as the owner of a small coffee shop, but you were drained and your staff adored you. When they had an emergency, you were incredibly nice to them and understanding. You didn't inquire, you just told them not to worry because you trusted them and they trusted you.

You didn't hesitate to assist your staff when an aggressive customer screamed and yelled at them. You listened to all sides of the story and kept your eyes on the cameras. When they realized they didn't have a foothold, you politely requested them to go. But if they weren't kind enough to go, you merely called the cops. You would never let them get away with it; you had patience, but not that much.

So, after the day was done, you secured your doors and walked upstairs to your house. You double-checked that all the doors and windows were secured and that the security system was turned on and operational. Taking a soothing bubble bath, dressing, and preparing for some much-needed rest. Closing your eyes and basking in the warm embrace of sleep. Your eyes slowly opened, and you attempted to move your fingers, but they wouldn't budge. You had been under a lot of stress recently due to overwork, and sleep paralysis was now typical for you.

You could hear your door opening and the floors squeaking. The ebony form of a guy appeared. He was tall, and the broadness of his shoulders suggested that he worked out. As you felt the bed drop at your feet, he sat at the end of it. His hand began to go up and down your leg gently. Coming to a halt at your thigh. He hummed to himself while pinching your inner thigh.

You uttered a grunt. He came to a halt and gazed up at you. As he peered down at your face, his face slowly entered the frame. "Oh, how pretty," he said, lovingly cupping your face. "I don't think I could hold myself back." His breath lightly fanning your face, he murmured. He kissed you, and you let out a frightened moan and screwed your eyes shut. He took advantage of the situation by inserting his tongue inside your mouth. While squeezing your inner thigh, he hummed to himself. His hand creeps up and beneath your shirt from your thigh. He pulled your nipple and squeezed your breast. He linked his mouth to yours with a thin string of saliva. He licked his lower lip. "You taste amazing," he replied with a smile.

He kissed your lips once more, and you felt him get out of bed. You sprang awake and took a glance around. Your clothing was in good condition and not flung around. You raced to your restroom and looked in the mirror; there were no handprints anywhere on you. You rushed to your front door, terrified, and examined your alarm system; nothing was amiss. You were befuddled, and your thinking was jumbled. You summarized it up to well: an odd wet dream, stress, and being punted up may all lead to unusual nightmares, especially when combined with sleep paralysis.

You sipped your favorite comfort drink, rubbed your temples, and took a few deep breaths. Exhale a sigh of relief as you feel your tension wash away. You put on your business attire and prepare to open your shop. The business opens at 8 a.m., so you were there by 6:30, and by 7 a.m., staff began to arrive. Everyone was having a fantastic time in the shop, which was filled with laughter and music. When the clock struck eight, you laughed, "It's eight, you know what to do. Hit it!" Everyone queued up got into place, and you opened the store. Customers arrived quickly after that.

When a well-dressed man entered and approached the counter, your staff was busy. As you finished serving one of your usual clients, you noticed him and called, "I'll be with you in a minute." "Thank you, hun." The kind old lady stated. You smiled at her and walked over to the counter to assist the man. "I'm sorry, did I keep you waiting too long?" you said as you set up the ordering machine. "No, not at all." He informed you in hushed tones, he was attractive, you had to admit it. His voice seemed strangely familiar to you, but you couldn't place it. But you shrugged it off and smiled as you asked him what he needed.

"A coffee with a cake," he answered politely. "Ah, what cake would you like sir, we have many options." you beam up at him, giving him a tiny smile. "Oh, what would you recommend, my dear?" he asks, quietly tapping the counter. "Would red velvet cake be acceptable?" "It's one of my favorites," you inquired. He nodded, and you concluded his order with a small 'mm'. " Would that be all, sir?" "If so, this is your total," you say, pointing to the sum on the side of the register. " Yes." He responded and paid.

As soon as the order appears on the screen, one of your staff takes it while you assist with the other tasks and clients. Since the front of the store was fully filled, the man was directed to the back. He could see the counter and you from where he was seated. The manager patted you on the shoulder and smiled at you as they spoke to you. You chuckle and smile as you remove your apron. "I'm taking a break, everyone," you say. 'Okay, ma'am,' they respond. You step away from the counter and take a seat on one of the unoccupied stools close to his table. While on the phone with someone, you smile and giggle.

He can't stop staring at you. It was fortunate that he instructed his assistant to investigate you. He even postponed a lunch date with the daughter of a well-known corporation. He didn't mind because he could tell she was attempting to catch his attention. He couldn't care less about how much her clothing cost or how it 'accidentally' revealed her chest. He'd rather be here, staring at your face and grin. It was a coincidence that he first spotted you; one of his clients requested to meet at this cafe since they genuinely enjoyed your coffee and sweets. He couldn't get your face out of his mind and thoughts after that.

Your phone call had finished, and you turned to meet his gaze. You froze as you studied his face. He saw the fact and grinned. You realized he hadn't touched his cake and sighed in despair. "Do you not like the cake, Sir?" You questioned him quietly, your gaze fixed on the plate. "Oh, no, it's not like that. "I was saving the cake for last because it was so delicious." He let you know quietly. "Oh, okay," you said as you stood up and turned around. "Would you like to join me?" he offered, and you graciously accepted his invitation.

You spoke till your break ended. He became a regular client after that and frequently asked about your favorite treats to try. It had been months since then, yet you still felt tired whenever you saw him. He was the final customer in the shop on one such occasion. You sent your employees early, not wanting to keep them waiting so they didn't miss their bus or train. "It's closing time, Mister Blackwell; you should go home," you said. "I told you to call me James, Darling." He told you firmly. " However, I agree. Wouldn't want anything to happen to you." While drinking his drink, he informed you.

"Would you mind joining me before I leave?" He remarked this while pointing to the seat next to him. you exclaimed, "You are extremely persistent." You shook your head and set your favorite drink on the table. turning around and laying a little slice of cake next to your drink. You had no idea what he had placed into your drink by the time you sat next to him. He grinned as you took a sip of your drink, seeing your expression shift.

He watched as your eyes gradually closed and you collapsed on the table, spilling your cup on the floor. "What…did you do?" You questioned him carefully, feeling yourself nodding off. "Don't worry, my love, I'll take care of you." As you eventually slid away, you heard him declare. You wake up with him twirling his tongue at your clit, then cat licking your entrance, going back and up to your clit, before his tongue went into your pussy, tasting every inch of it. You eventually let out a whimper as the knot in your gut finally split and you filled his mouth with your cum. "You're awake, I hope you don't mind," he whipped his mouth with his palm. "I was dying to taste you." He stated. His gaze moved up and down your body, forming an image of you in his mind. You attempted to speak, but all you got was a broken wail. Your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you were entirely bare to him. Your eyes began to water, and silent tears streamed down your cheeks. " Why are you crying, Darlin?" He stated this as he licked your tears away before giving you a ravenous kiss, His tongue quickly claiming your mouth.

He released your lips as he stated, "It will take a while until you can move again, but don't worry, I'll make you feel good." He gently graded your hand before bringing it to the bulge on his pants. "This is what you did to me." He talked as he stroked your palm up and down his bulge, letting out a groan as he began to accelerate. He stared down at you, hungry, and proceeded to remove his outfit. He was now entirely exposed for you to see. " Oh, very lovely. I'm curious how you'll look after I slit you in half on my dick." He murmured this as he sank his thick fingers into your pussy, causing your back to arch. When he noticed your body jerked up and your jaw fell open, he smiled even more.

He discovered your sweet spot! He curled his fingers in the same place over and over. You felt that familiar tight knot in your gut emerges, prompting you to tighten your walls around his fingers. "That's it, cum on my fingers like the good girl you are," he said. Your walls flutter subconsciously at his words, "Oh, you like being called a good girl?" he questioned, advancing faster. Your moans and whimpers sounded like music to his ears. He was itching to sink his dick into you. You came undone under him with one more stroke, cumming on his fingers and hand. He took his hand away and brought it up to his mouth, licking your juices. "You taste divine." He exhaled.

He positioned himself at your entrance, tapping his dick on your assaulted lips. He graded your legs and pushed them on your chest in a typical mating press position, and you could plainly see his pink tip and how enormous he was. Once he got you the way he wanted you, you felt the swelling tip of his cock press against your tight entrance and buckle his hip. He bottoms out in one push, his pelvis colliding with your entrance. He took your breath away since he was so large. And, as he claimed, he was splitting you in half with his dick. "Don't pass out on me, Darlin," he remarked, softly patting your cheek with his palm." The fun is just getting started," he remarked as he kissed you on the lips. Allowing you to get used to his size before proceeding. You were so tight! And you are his and his alone.

His cock began to slide in and out of your tight pussy, as if you were nothing more than a fleshlight at his disposal. "Y/n I'm going to make you only mine," your desperate cries mixed with groans as you sought to stop him. The sound of skin smacking against skin got louder as he thrust harder and harder. Your muscles were absolutely spasming, and your eyes could hardly fixate or focus on his sweat-splattered face above you.

So this was how it felt to be with a man like him, putting you precisely where you should have always been. BELOW HIM, you were groaning, saliva flowing from the corners of your lips, and your eyes rolled up every time his cock brushed your cervix and his pelvic bone stroked against your swollen clit. Your eyes met his and he kissed you passionately; the longer the two of you kissed, the more his hips appeared to press into yours. The headboard of the bed was crashing fiercely into the wall, adding yet another obscene sound to the symphony.

You could feel his dick pounding against your walls; it was clear he was nearing his climax, which was going to totally fill you up to the point of leaking, and then fuck a baby into your womb. As he furiously pounded into you, his hands came to your waist and had a tight grasp on you. You felt James base expand and get even bigger only seconds before his hot sperm was spurting into your womb and the veins surrounding his dick were pulsating against your walls, making you gasp for the nth time. The sensation of being totally filled was so intense that you almost ended up cumming again.

He lay down next to you, panting and allowing you to collect your breath. As your body was extremely sore, he began spooning you from behind his cock, still inside you. "Sleep, Love, you must be tired," he kissed your neck. I'll prepare something for you in the morning." You were exhausted, and your half-lined eyelids eventually closed as you slept off. James grabbed up his phone and called over your sleeping figure. The phone rang till someone answered, "Ray?" "Did you do what I asked?" he inquired calmly. "Yes, I made sure to delete the footage of you breaking into the home months ago, as well as the alarm system," Ray stated gently. "Perfect" James smiled, hanging up the call as he fell asleep next to you.

After so long of only admiring you from afar and secretly stroking you as you slept, he was overjoyed to finally hold you in his arms. Don't worry, you can have a better life because He will take excellent care of you. "It'll take some getting used to, but we'll make it work." were his final thoughts as he fell asleep affectionately sound asleep with you in his arms.

Am gonna dig a hole and hide. bye....👩🏽‍🦯

Update there’s a new hole to hide now 🕳️ 👩🏽‍🦯

[dead-dove-yandere]

What if.. Cayce got invited to a sleepover by her darling and, inexplicably, no one else happened to show up?

Would she just leave? If she had to comfort reader because no one else arrived?

~ 💌

I had to go on a bit of a journey (4 hours total) to pick my brother up from university today and I was thinking about this ask almost the entire time because there are so many ways it could go - Cayce’s a bit unpredictable and a lot of her choices depend very much on how she feels at the time, and her mood is also very easily affected by her darling’s actions and feelings. I think if the darling took it in their stride and wasn’t too upset by the fact that no one turned up, then Cayce might just stay a few minutes, pretending to be bored before leaving (while secretly giddy she even got invited in the first place lol). But I think she’d be very torn of her darling was visibly upset. She wants to pretend to not care, but she’d probably feel bad for her darling, since she’s a fairly lonely person too. She might try to comfort her darling but tbh, I don’t think she’d be all that good at it - she’d not know what to say and be too angry at the people that stood her darling up.

I had to write something for this because I liked this idea a lot :]

TW: stalking, obsession, mentions of toxic friendships and murder

Cayce could hardly believe she’d been invited, much less that you personally invited her. She’d waited until the last minute to respond to your message, trying to seem unbothered, but as she strolled up to your door, an hour late, her gut was twisting and knotting itself. She put on an unbothered face, and banged her fist hard on the door, crossing her arms as she waited to be let in. It wasn’t long before you opened the door. You smiled widely upon seeing her, even as she sneered back.

“You came! I thought you were going to be a no-show, but you’re here!” You stepped aside to let her in and she mumbled something under her breath as she entered your house. She looked around at how nice it was, crossing her arms tighter as she scowled.

“Everything is in the living room. My parents let us have the house to ourselves so we can do whatever we want.” You lead her into the living room and she silently raised an eyebrow as she walked in - the coffee table was filled with snacks to eat and movies to watch, but was completely empty of any guests. Cayce spoke for the first time since she arrived.

“Where the fuck is everyone?” You suddenly got sheepish.

“They haven’t arrived yet. But I’m sure they’ll be here soon,” you said, your voice wavering. “Make yourself comfortable. I’ll get you a drink.” You quickly left, leaving Cayce all alone in the living room. She slumped onto the sofa, slouching rudely, before grabbing a fistful of popcorn from the bowl and shoving it in her mouth. This was lame - she was late and still she’d somehow been the first to turn up. She figured she’d stay a few minutes to take advantage of the snacks, then ditch and go home to enjoy her spoils. She quickly shoved a bag of tortilla chips into her bag seconds before you came back, handing her a glass of her favourite iced tea. She was surprised you knew that as she took a gulp, spying the forced smile you put on as you took a sip of your own drink.

“I was an hour late,” Cayce said.

“Oh, don’t worry about it! It’s fine. You’re here now,” you say chirpily, mistaking what she said for an apology. She huffed.

“I was an hour late, so how come I’m the only one here?” She said, annoyed. You wrung your hands.

“Everyone else… well, everyone else had to cancel,” you admit, not bearing to look her in the eye as your own began to well with tears. Cayce winced as she watched you struggle to keep them back.

“I’m not surprised,” she scoffed, only to jump in surprise as you let out a choked sob. Cayce grimaced uneasily, watching as you desperately tried to wipe away the tears with your sleeve, only to cry more.

“They do this every time,” you mumble in between choked breaths. “If they want to do something I have to drop everything to go off with them, but whenever I try and organise something everyone ditches me. And when I try to ask why they just say that I’m being stupid and overreacting.” Cayce froze as she listened and watched, not sure what to do or say. Her heart panged as she saw you all worked up, and she realised it was the first time she’d seen you cry without her being the reason why.

She didn’t like it.

“Sit down,” she said, pulling you to the sofa to sit next to her as you kept sobbing. “Who gives a shit about friends anyway? Mine ditch me all the time.” She picked up one of the DVDs on the coffee table. “We’ll watch one or two of your shitty films, eat the snacks and then we’ll go to sleep or whatever, yeah?” You nodded in agreement as you wiped away your tears again and she went over to the tv, setting up the DVD player before going and sitting next to you again. The movie began and suddenly you leant against her shoulder, making her tense up.

“I’m glad you came. You’re the only one that’s honest about hating me.” You tell her. She doesn’t say anything, her face twisting with guilt, but slowly puts an arm around your shoulders to comfort you. As she watches the movie start, she grits her teeth, quietly seething with anger, and as she thinks about what your so called friends did, she suddenly knew for certain what she’d suspected for a while.

She was willing to kill for you.

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[pupcuck]

ermmm thinkin about reader who used to babysit leon when he was a little kid and he used to have a crush on her and she thought it was so cute but now he's so much older and even more obsessed, it's starting to get scary. baby leon who used to make her cute little handmade cards is now so much bigger and slipping creepy letters under her door

I LOOOOOVE THIS. older reader who is grown up and they have a boyfriend that’s their age! ready to settle in with him and leon is just so not up for that, probably uses his cop leverage somehow idk omg but they still see him as a baby, like yes he’s so much taller now, all broad n strong but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s only little leon to them!! probably calls late at night, shoves his foot in the door when they try to close it, but he does it while smiling it’s so unnerving. he doesn’t even realise how weird he’s being he just wants them so bad

[homecomingvn]

I was taking my weekly scroll through everything about my babies cause I slurp your content up as soon as it posts - but! I don’t think anyone has asked- do our two Yan Besties stalk Buttercup or do they see no point cause they spend so much (hypothetical) time with Butterup and if they do, then how?

hehe thank you! I'm flattered you enjoy HOCO sm sdfhksdfhs ^^

As for your question, yes, both Lyra + Henry are not above stalking you!

While Lyra is more lowkey about it (given that she values her alone time, and as such, thinks you're the same way hdsfk), but there are times where she has followed you around to see what you were up to! It was more prominent when you guys were younger, especially once Henry moved in + started taking up more of your time. ^^; She tends to follow you around in her car at a distance, but doesn't linger long.

Henry is the worst offender out of the two; if there's ever a time where you're not with them, they will find out about it, even if you don't tell them. Henry's stalking style is uncomfortably close; you swear you saw something out of the corner of your eye or perhaps a faint breath on the back of your neck, yet when you turn to look, there's nothing there. It helps that Henry naturally blends into his settings, especially in big crowds.

[babykatia]

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[hana-no-seiiki]

hey completely random question what's your favourite yandere trope

necroph-

but nah fr i love smart yanderes. those that aren’t overt and are more behind the scenes when it comes to their love for you. they could be lovey-dovey the healthy way, that’s fine and all

but i want the dark shit to be out of my field of view

stealing my stuff is great, let them have it all cause i really need more space in my closet anyways. sniffing/olfactophillia is also one of my faves cause it shows genetic compatibility. i want my yan to be a productivity guru. able to keep track of both their own and my schedule. bonus points if they make aesthetic notes. basically i want an assistant/manager-

also rich yanderes cause fuck yeah buy me everything.

PATHETIC / SOCIALLY ANXIOUS YANS. Those that just uncontrollably hyperventilate when you so much as look at them.

Fan yans that just throw underwear / used condoms at you. (please don’t do this irl)

overall i just don’t like yans who are insecure/overtly obvious about how they feel cause that’s where i got my trauma from.

also yanderes that try to make you jealous?? like especially cheater yanderes. i hate/love those. mostly hate. it gets me off that i know i’d definitely would never (what the fuck is patol in english again oh god-) like, get with them or love them back whatever they do but otherwise blegh. yanderes that hurt ya emotionally that way are not it uh uh no way.

[thegirlivealwaysbeen]

literally stop reblogging such good stuff our blogs are gonna look the exact same

maybe you should stop reblogging all my stuff

[b1mbodoll]

Gabi I need two faced hyuka kidnapping love starved y/n PLEASE 💔💔

pairings: hueningkai x f! reader

warnings: stalking + voyeurism + masturbation + anal + virginity + dub / noncon

💌: FINALLY SOME GOOD FUCKING FOOD!!!!! ive been slamming my head against the wall n waiting desperately for txt asks 😞

stalker! hyuka is so good at hiding his darker side from you. he plays off his obsession by telling you he’s just protective! follows you around late at night to ensure you get home safe n if he watches you through the window as you undress, so what? he deserves some sort of payment for his troubles, right?

kai always sticks around for a bit when you’ve made it home, hoping that you’ll play with your cute cunt or fuck yourself with a plushie that he gifted you, fisting his cock as you unknowingly put on a show and hump the stuffed toy like a bitch in heat, arching your back when you cum.

sometimes he’ll venture inside when you’re busy shopping or running errands, laying on your bed and allowing himself to bask in your scent, shoving his face into the sheets and inhaling deeply; slowly grinding his cock against one of your pillows, a little grin forming on his face when he realizes it’s the one you usually rest your head on at night.

kai’s always alert when he decides to break into your home. well, almost always. he’s too desperate to cum, groaning as he continues rutting against your pillow, the sound of your keys unlocking the door falling on deaf ears.

before he can register that you are, in fact, home, you’ve already caught him. kai’s quick to apologize, muttering excuses about how he didn’t mean to and that he’ll do anything for your forgiveness but then he glances at your face and oh? you’re not disgusted.

quite the opposite actually, pressing your thighs together and biting your lip at the sight of him covered in a sheen of sweat, his pretty face flushed from exertion.

kai reaches for you; grabbing your jaw with one hand and your waist with the other, biting back a smirk when you moan at the touch.

he knows you’ve never been kissed before, never had your virgin holes fucked and filled with cum but yet you crave it; so desperate for cock that you’ll let him do whatever he wants and still beg for more.

that’s how you find yourself beneath hyuka, nearly crying while he presses soft kisses to your shoulder and works his thick cock past the tight rim of your ass, taking pity on you and allowing you to get used to his size, rather than slamming into you all at once like he’s dreamed of doing.

he didn’t even have to try to convice you to let him, it’s sort of pathetic but he’s not complaining, needy virgins are his favorite.

it hurts so bad you can’t stop yourself from whimpering, reaching back and trying to push him away when he’s finally inside but your puckered hole is clenching around him and kai’s on the verge of losing his mind, shushing you as he tries to collect himself.

you’ll soon realize that he doesn’t care about pleasuring you, selfishly chasing his release and using your asshole like a fleshlight, not bothering to rub your clit or fuck your pussy because all you are to him is a fuckdoll; made to take his cum and nothing more. it seems to you, like he’s simply using you to jerk off and it should make you upset but all you feel is happy.

exhaustion settles in your bones and you almost pass out until he thrusts into you one last time, ropes of thick cum flooding your insides making you gasp in surprise, your eyes widening before your own orgasm washes over you, white hot pleasure completely wiping your mind of any other thoughts except kai, chanting “i love you” over and over as he fills you up.

[missbunnybunny]

『･ﾟ✧💌🎪✧･ﾟ』

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"𝕴𝖓 𝖆 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖋𝖆𝖗 𝖆𝖜𝖆𝖞...𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒𝖘 𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖗𝖚𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖊𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖉𝖔𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝖂𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖆.𝖂𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖓 𝖎𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖙𝖜𝖔 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖈𝖗𝖔𝖘𝖘 𝖕𝖆𝖙𝖍𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖊𝖆𝖈𝖍 𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗."

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Long, long time ago

The sun gently came up, dancing in the sky and painting the earth with a gorgeous veil of aqua blue and light blue. The clouds are pinkish orange with grey and purple, and the moon slowly disappears as the birds sing the morning's first song. The kingdom of Wisteria awoke as the birds sang, and the citizens opened their doors and windows, allowing the morning breeze to enter. Stalls were being set up as men and women carried large cartons of things to sell to passing travelers. This was the most active and visited kingdom in the country since the inhabitants were kind and the royal family was adored by each and every resident of the kinadom.

A woman with lovely cinnamon red hair braided into a low-hanging bun, her eyes closed and a serene yet serious expression danced on her face. Her hands were tenderly placed on her abdomen, and a young girl with midnight black hair braided over her shoulder strolled behind her. They proceeded slowly along the castle's lengthy corridors until they came to a big entrance. The elder woman lifted her right hand and knocked twice. "Your Highness, it is time to wake." Her voice rang out from the other side of the door into the room, where the sleeping figure was resting. She sighed when she received no reaction. She dropped her hand and grasped the doorknobs. "I'm coming in, Your Highness." She announced.

I had my own little show

The door swung open with a strong shove. The enormous chamber is shown, which is decked in gold, green, black, and the royal family's color purple. A big canopy-covered bed sat in the center of the room, concealing the person within from everyone and everything. This was the chamber of their Highness y/n, the oldest of three siblings.Everyone in the kingdom, whether old or young, male or female, admired the monarch next in line for the throne and the country's most precious treasure. Oh, to be their Majesty.

As you gently rose up, one could hear grunts and shuffling from the bed. The curtains were quickly yanked open, causing you to swint your eyes with annoyance, " Alma, most youplways do this? It's so early," you informed her. Your hair was a mess, and your voice was gruff and rumbling, laced with drowsiness. "Honestly" Alma shook her head, a dejected expression on her face. "Your Highness, it's your coming-of-age ceremony." she explained. "I'm sure your 21st birthday banquet will be spectacular, Your Majesty" The person assisting you added. "You always remain hopeful, Raine." You grumbled when you finally got out of your cozy bed.

Was a beautiful, loveable angel

Reine held your hand with a bright smile as she guided you to the bathroom. You grumble a 'thank you' before raising a hand up to stifle a yawn, Alma watched the sight with slight amusement, Before returning to her more professional expression and instructing the maids on what to do. Ensure the room is cleaned and ready before your bath is over. Many more maids enter the room with a variety of things, from the finest of Jewis to the rarest of silks, everything fitting for royalty greatness.

As you took off your nightgown and slowly entered the warm tub of water, you felt your muscles relax as a sigh of contentment left your lips. Raine and two other maids gently began to rub your hands with soap. It was a pleasant smell, like freshly baked strawberry cake, the first thing you could smell as you entered a cake shop. A maid quietly got behind you and began to wash your hair, a gentle massage. You could almost melt away right there. " All done, Your Highness." Raine smiled, "Oh, I was just enjoying myself." You replied lazily, opening an eye.

But he took the spotlight, shining so bright

As you got out of the tub, a maid put a towel around your body and another started drying your hair. You were declared ready for the following step once you emerged from the bath with the aroma of strawberry cake tattooed into your skin. Fitting, you now had to spend a couple of hours getting ready for the day to begin. Alma could be seen standing next to the drawer laced with jewelry and next to her clothing after clothes as you stepped out of the restroom with Raine and the servants not long behind you.

As you sat on a chair in front of the drawer, the ladies proceeded to style your hair and do as Alma instructed: make their Highness even more beautiful than the gods themselves! There is a long-running prophecy in the Kingdom of Wisteria. Every member of the royal family will receive a gift when they reach the age of 21. Your father was given the gift of true love when he turned 21, and he met your mother that same night while he danced and drank the night away.

Left me to fade away

Your mother was a princess from a long-dying nation. Her folks were renowned for their beauty and sage advice. It was just coincidental that she was there; the invitation had arrived at the last minute and she was contemplating dismissing it. But her parents persuaded her to go in the hopes of building contacts with other Kingdoms and saving their dying kingdom. So she gave in to her parents' request and went to the feast. She did, however, make a few connections to her delight. She felt exhausted as the night progressed, and while going through the castle's lengthy halls, she noticed a garden.

She stepped outdoors and took a deep breath of fresh air, letting out a slight sigh and smiling. She could see how the moon highlighted the rose walls as she walked around. She had no idea how long she had traveled before coming upon little bushes of moon flowers, her kingdom flowers. Her hand extended out to carefully touch them, almost as if she was afraid that if she was too harsh, they might weather in her touch. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned to face a man and stated, "I apologize." She mumbled Apologitive before turning to go away.

But honey, now the turn is mine

As if struck by dread, as if if he didn't talk to her, he'd be sorry for the rest of his life and for years to come. "What's your name, madam?" he inquired as he stretched for her hand. The prince of Wisteria met the love of his life in the moonlight, surrounded by a sea of brilliant flowers, a princess from a country whose history was on the verge of dying out and being forgotten.

When you ask your parents how they met, they always tell you this story. It was like fairytale stories, which you wanted to have one day. "Your Royal Highness?" Alma's voice jolted you out of your trance. You let out a hmm and glanced at her in the mirror, urging her to continue. "Have you had them again?" She inquired. You sighed and nodded your head. "Yes, they have been more frequent than ever." You notified her. You've had this strange recurring dream for as long as you can remember.

A devil made from heaven, sent from above

A towering figure entered your room in your dream. They have stunning Ruby eyes and would follow you everywhere. Their hand would hover over your face before beginning to trace your cheek almost lovingly. They lowered themselves till they were only a few inches away from your face. "I know you're awake, my sweet little dreamer." They spoke in a honeyed, silky tone. " Sweet dreams, you little dreamer." It began with basic terms that everybody could understand. You sprang up, a cold sweat streaming down your body, and looked about wildly. How did he gain access to your room? You were ten years old when it began, with a faceless stranger chasing you like prey.

They had been stalking you in the shadows of your room for the next 8 years, paralyzing you while you slept and touching your vulnerable body. They slid their hands into your nightgown and felt your chest rise. They circled and squeezed your sensitive mounts, a smile on their faces as they drank in the sensation and sight of you. Their lips collided with yours, gasping at the sensation of how soft you were. "It's all done, Your Highness." Alma spoke up. You looked in the mirror and blinked. You've probably zoned out, recalling your vivid dreams. Raine looked at you, concerned, and asked, "Are you okay?" Her image appeared before you. You gave her a gentle grin." Yes, I'm fine." It was true, but it didn't mean you weren't embarrassed by the arousal tugging at your legs.

Looks like Henry's got a little date, let's have some fun

You looked at Alma and asked her how long before breakfast, lifting her wrist and inspecting her wacth. " It's 10 to 9. You're all set to go." She spoke professionally as she saw you rise from your seat. Raine approached you and complimented you, saying, "You look stunning, Your Highness. You're an exquisite gem." Alma opened and kept the door open for you as you exited your room and made your way down to the dining room.

You looked out the window and enjoyed the view. The garden's flowers appeared to be floating on water as they swayed in the little breeze. What a serene sight you thought, the sea of vibrant hues practically reflecting a rainbow on the ground as the sun shone above them. deciding whether or not you should take a trip down to the garden to sip some tea while taking in the blooms.You reluctantly lifted your gaze to the door, which you failed to see was drawing near. Two guards stood on either side of the door before one opened in and announced. " Their majesty, their Highness Y/n." As he held the door open and you were on your way, they let go of the door and returned to their guarding duty.

We've got lots to do, little errand boy

The dining area was lit up, with lights beaming on the marble floor, golds on the walls, and the chandelier casting an ethereal glow over the rest of the space. It was like walking into a painting of heaven, as your father, the emperor, looked up at you, a smile on his lips. He moved up to you and hugged you as he stood up in his seat. "Y/n, dear, a very happy birthday." He spoke and pulled the chair to his left. “Thank you, Father." As your mother smiled at you from her seat to his right, you told him.

"Y/n, are you excited?" Your mother inquired politely. Her face was merely a loving expression, a pleasant smile that everyone adored. Your siblings, the empire's young prince and princess, gazed up at you in amazement. The twins are ten, and they were looking forward to dressing up and having fun at tonight's banquet. "Y/n," your sister Eleanor exclaimed as she turned to face you. "What do you think your gift would be?" Elliot grinned at you. You stared at them both, slightly puzzled, before softly shaking your head. "Mother and Father discovered true love. All I want is happiness." You told them the truth, which was correct. You desired to be happy and avoid a loveless political marriage.

Come to me at Cloud Nine

The kitchen staff entered through the doors, bearing plate after plate of food. From soup to stake, plates were placed on the table. A maid place a dish of excellent in front of you, as well as the rest of the family. When the maids and butlers finished arranging the plates, they silently backed away, forming a line close to the wall. The royal family began to eat their meals one by one. It was a calm morning of eating and covering with each other here and there. You graded a napkin and wiped your mouth clean after finishing the first day's meal.

You put the napkin down and turned to your father, declaring, "Am full, I shall excuse myself." You stated, gently getting up from your seat and bowling as a sign of respect for the imperial suzerains. You turned to head towards the door as you waved farewell to your siblings. For you, Alma unlocked the door. She followed you as you went by, as did Raine. “What should we do, Your Highness?" You hummed pointlessly while Alma questioned you in a sweet voice. Before making a decision, "Prepare a carage for me, I would like to go into town." You asked for. Alma was about to beg you mercilessly when she turned to face you, but when she saw your puppy eyes, she gave up.

To be the perfect angel, some sin must be done

She sighed, tired, and whispered curses and/or why she constantly fell for your tricks. Raine and Alma assisted you in changing into civilian clothing as you returned to your room. Raine gave you a cloak for your protection. She brought it up. "You must return in two hours, no exceptions." Alma chastised you. You thought of her as a second mother. You massaged the back of your neck shipily, "Yes, Alma." You let out a chuckle . Alma anticipated you back to the castle at one o'clock in the afternoon. You made your way down the long corridors and down the steps to the first floor, to the door. Where a butler and four knights were patiently waiting for your arrival.

"Your Royal Highness." announced the buttler and the knights bowled to you. "The carage is ready for your departure." Oliver, the taller of the knights, spoke up, a scar over his nose. His face was expressionless and solemn. He remained your guard dog; you'd never guess he was married, and to Alma of all people. Even though he appeared mean, you could see it. He was an extremely caring individual. The personnel in the castle were all caring and courteous. You didn't need to know how far some of them would go for you. They would kill for you without hesitation or concerns. You were excorted to town , walking down the stairs and into the carage.

You told me what to do and what to say

Looking out the carage window, you could see the castle walls fade into the forests and huge landscape, while the lake mirrored the sky and light rays. It was a beautiful day. You closed your eyes and listened to the birds' melodious melodies and the horses' gallops. The hums of the outside world almost put you to sleep. To you, the ride was a blur. A knock sounded out in the air, and you slowly and sleepily opened your eyes. You rubbed your eyes and searched for the door handle as you looked out the window to catch Oliver's gaze.

You smile broadly as you open the door and take a deep breath of fresh air. The carage was positioned in an alleyway, distant from the villagers but still accessible in case of emergency. As you entered the town street, you pulled your hood over your head. Purple banners hung over the town, and you smiled at the sight of the numerous colors and market stalls. Magnolia and moonflowers from the royal family were draped throughout the city as decorations. It was significantly more entertaining than the majority of the aristocratic gatherings you had attended. You walked about with excitement, checking out the stalls and watching people dance.

I couldn't escape

You approached a vendor selling sweets and said, "One, please." The vendor was an elderly woman. You asked holding a finger up. She gave you a smiling up-close gaze. "Of course, dear." You gave her the cash and she dutifully selected the candies you had requested. You surprised when you opened the bag and said, "Are you sure?" You asked her. She sent you on your way by waving. "Yes, enjoy the festival.” You cheerfully nodded once she finished, thanked her once again, and continued your sightseeing.

You'd been browsing about for a while, mostly distracted. You unintentionally bumped into someone. When you looked up to apologize, you found... no one. You thought it was strange, but you kept walking. The street began to fill up, and you heard one of the knights yell your name. You came to a halt as you passed into an alley, waiting for them to catch up to you. But that was your mistake. They lost you the second they lost sight of you in the crowd. A hand grabbed your waist from behind you, and before you could open your mouth, a piece of fabric covered your nose and mouth.

You got to choose the ending of my fate

Your efforts proved futile since the more you struggled, the more you inhaled the chemical on the fabric. Into the hands of the person who would decide your fate, your limp body dropped. “We finally meet, Little Dreamer." Ruby eyes lovingly  studied your face as a slender finger pushed a stray hair away from it. His face was played with by a smile that extended to his eyes. You were finally his! But he was unable to begin formally courting you until tonight.

He held you in his arms affectionately and softly. You both became one in the crowd that was moving through town. He hummed in ecstasy, a hunger satisfied simply by having you in his arms. He proceeded until he came to a door displaying a sign: This building has been totally hired out for the night. Thank you for your patience. Have a good time at the festival. When he heard from on of his spies, he was overjoyed. Inform him that you would be going into town for a short time. He could finally have uninterrupted time with you, even if you wouldn't remember much of it. His face flushed as he opened the door with the key.

You put me astray

He was in a rush. He disliked the way his jeans felt since they were too tight. Your back was against his chest as he held you steady, and his arm was wrapped tightly about you. He used his other hand to shuffle the table in front of him. He placed you lightly on the table after entirely emptying it. Your head lolled to one side while your chest gradually rose and fell, signifying unconsciousness. As soon as his finger touched your lips, a chill ran down his spine. Your dream state was pleasant, but not as real as it could have been because they were so soft to the touch. You didn't do anything, yet you might have broken him.

His finger moved deeper into your mouth, touching your tongue. He began to carefully pull your tongue out of your mouth with his pointer and middle finger. His dick twitched at the notion of pulling an unconscious groan from you, yeah, you liked it. He couldn't stand it any longer. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you hard. His tongue invaded your mouth, moaning at the taste of you and deepening the kiss. He clamped his lips, pulling away from you with a shuddering whimper. He pondered what your sex might taste like if your tongue tasted this good.

But not anymore

His trembling hands drew down your top, peering into your chest. You moaned slightly at the cold air, biting your nipples. His mouth wet, and he rapidly became attached to your mounts, licking and sucking them. He pinched and massaged them since he didn't want to leave them alone. He bit your nipple in delight as your back rachd met his mouth and touched. I'm eliciting more groans and whimpers from your delicate body as I enjoy my limited time with you. He let go with a pop and looked down at your lust-filled eyes.

His hands rapidly removed his belt and pants, his cock sprong slamming on his stomach. His erection was hovering over your face as he grabbed your face into the his hands. His tip brushed your lips, and his hips threatened to collapse into you. Slowly, he worked your mouth open, and you were so heated by the gods. Lips enfolded and properly absorbed his dick. It seemed as though your words were destined for him. As he began to pump into you, your tongue slipped beneath his dick. It began slowly, but as pleasure took over, his thrust got rougher. Your moans merged into a symphony of pleasure, so take him like the good slut you are.

I'm in control

His movements become sloppy. He had completely lost himself to the pleasure of your mouth. He twitched a few more hard strokes, and he was coming ropes after ropes into your mouth. He slapped your face gently, " Come on, be a good whore and don't spill my seed." With a sadistic smile he pinched and closed your mouth, forcing you to drink everything up. He let go of your nose with a hmm before pressing his thumb to your lips, pulling your tongue out. Giving you a passionate kiss on the lips as a reward for being so good.

You stared to groan and shift in your sleep, meaning that the drug was wearing off and you would wake. He was sad his time with you was coming to an end, but like the carrying lover he was, he helped you pit your clothes back on. Once you were set and ready to go, he began to carefully lift you before a thought crossed his mind. Walking over to your lower side, he worked your underwear off. You can't leave him without a parting gift, can you? Now he could take you back to does pesky knights of yours. He stepped out of the building, pulling your hood over your head. It didn't take long for him to notice them, and when he approached them, he pretended to be concerned.

I have the stage

"Excuse me," he said to attract their attention. They were tense the instant they noticed you in the man's arms. " Could you assist them, they fell near my shop?" He stated anxiously, holding you out to them. Oliver instantly picks you up in his arms and examines you thoroughly and deceptively. He thanked the man once he determined you were unharmed. His wacth rang before he could ask the man his name. That meant it was time for you to go back to the castle. He turned to face the stranger only to find him gone, weird, but he had other things to attend to.

Oliver gently placed you in the carage and began informing everyone that it was time to return their Highness home. The catage slowly began to draw away and began its voyage back, leaving the village and its residents behind. With a quiet low groan, their eyes flicker open and blur as they acclimate to waking up. The first thing you noticed was that you were moving, not on the street but within your carage. You're left wondering how this may have occurred. Had you fallen asleep by accident? No, you shake your head at the concept, as if it were unthinkable. Your most logical approach was that you had passed out, but were and how? Your most plausible explanation was that you had passed out, but had you and how? Your thoughts were as foggy as static on a radio. You sighed and switched your gaze to the window, admiring the natural scene as the carage drove by.

You can't turn the page

After a while, the Castel walls appeared beside the oh-so-familiar gates of your home. You'd only be a few minutes away from the Castel's entrance. The carege began to slow down before coming to a complete stop. Your jaw was clenched, and your tongue had an unusual flavor and were you missing your underwear? -Tap tap - you faced Alma as she softly glanced at you. You opened the door and met her eyes with a wave. "I hope you had fun, your majesty." Her voice exclaimed, "The town is so colorful, I enjoyed it." Your words were genuine and honest.

Time seemed to move faster in your eyes, passing in a blur. Nightfall had descended in the sky before you realized it. Maids and butlers ran from one location to the next, while chefs and gardeners worked diligently to ensure that everything looked great. Everyone worked hard to make this the most gorgeous, lavish, and unforgettable banquet in history. There would be no expenses or details overlooked. It had to be flawless for their Majesty. During this time, many nobles, including the royal family, began to plan. Putting on their most gorgeous outfits and the most beautiful jewels they owned.

Now all eyes on me

Alma, Raine, and a few other maids began to assist you in preparing for your wonderful occasion. You were dressed in the finest silks available and soaked in the sweetest and most lovely perfume money could buy. The greatest of the best, the finest of the finest jewels adorned your body and hair in a magnificent and graceful style. You were magnificent when the companions completed preparing you; in their opinion, not even the best and most rare jewel could ever compare to you. They were just stones, and how could they ever convey you in words?

The person looking back at you in the mirror was stunning. They appeared to be dolls. Your hand raised up to touch your face, like a living doll. Your reflection followed as you marbled at it, 'Beautiful; you exclaimed in hushed tones. You couldn't believe it was you, but you had no choice because you were staring at yourself. Three strong knocks jolted you from your stupor, and Alma stepped up to the door and opened it, taking care not to disclose you in the process. The person on the other end of the conversation had a brief chat with her, which you could hear no matter how far away they were. Regardless, you waited patiently for her to return to your side to provide an update or pass along a message.

All eyes on me

Before closing the door and turning towards you, you give the person a nod. "Your Highness, the banquet will start shortly," Alma stated. She pulled you up and began bringing you towards the door, reaching over to your seated form and taking your hand in hers. Except for Alma and Raine walking alongside you, the corridors were absolutely vacant. Every royal family member was not allowed to be seen by anybody other than their personal maids or family on their 21st birthday. It could bring you bad luck and have an impact on the blessing you receive tonight.

if only it were true, and no one save your maids had seen you. You didn't believe in superstition, despite the pair of eyes following you from the shadows. Your garments fit you wonderfully as you walked softly, the silk of your clothes flowing like water from a river. You waited 30 minutes before the banquet in a different room. You could hear the announcers, and there was a dish of food and a cup of tea on the table in front of you. Take care not to spoil or wrinkle your clothes as you sit on the sofa.

So many experiments, so many mistakes

You could hear the announcer as they announced your family's arrival. " Ladies and gentlemen, please greet his and her Majesties.The Wisteria kingdom's monarch and empress." As the door opened to welcome them into the hall, an outpouring of applause rang in your ears. Their voice rang out again not long after to announce the following line of royals. "Please accept Their Royal Highness, Princess Eleanor and Prince Elliot, the royal princess and prince." You could hear the people's loud talk as they celebrated.

You took a drink before returning your now-empty tea cup to its plate. You gazed up at the night sky, observing as the moon and the sky glowed in the darkness. It was like a painting's starry night, magnificent the more you saw it. The door next to you creaked open, Raines' head peeping out at you. Her right-hand beckons you to her, and you get up from the couch and move up to her. "It's time, Your Highness," you say quietly, tilting your head. Raine gave you a friendly smile.

But I'll go all the way 'til I'm in perfect shape

As you neared the banquet hall entrance, Almas's hand was in yours, and you could hear the many conversations on the other side. Alma knocked on the door, backing up to a safe distance so as not to get one K.O. from it. " Ladies and gentlemen, the moment has arrived. Their Majesty, the Wisteria gem. Their Majesty Y/n," they said, and the room fell silent for the first time since the banquet began.

The doors slowly opened to reveal a sea of people, chandeliers blazing brilliantly as stars. The hall was designed with a fairytale/garden theme. It seemed as if you were staring at the night sky through a garden doom. The oracle was kept in a big capsule shaped like a star in the middle of the ceiling. The gift was the only thing that determined your fate for the foreseeable future. You wanted to gaze out the window for a while longer, but you were being swamped by nobility wishing you a happy birthday, You were tempted to scoff. The majority of them were suckers, power-hungry hyenas.

First the worst, maybe third's the charm

You couldn't help but see eyes staring at the back of your head as you socialized with the few folks you knew weren't here to suck up to you in the hopes of gaining political support. You were tempted to turn around, but practically everyone's attention was on you. After all, it was your birthday. Everyone's attention was drawn to the sound of glass being struck by a spoon. You looked about for the source of the noise, then up to see your father standing on a balcony. Only the royal family was permitted to sit in it.

" May I have your undivided attention?" His Majesty's authoritative voice echoed around the room. Given that all eyes were on him, he added, "Y/n would you come and join me?" The sea of people slit open, creating a path for you as you made your way to his majesty, as he voiced out. Oliver was waiting for you at the bottom of the steps to take you up. You could hear some of the people whisper as you climbed up the steps, careful not to fall. 'They're so lovely, one would say, while another would say, 'I wish they could marry me.’ On the last step, Oliver extended his hand to your father, giving you to him as he prepared to finish his speech.

So close, oh, I cannot wait

"On this blessed night, we have gathered here to celebrate their Highness's 21st birthday." Raise your glasses in celebration. "Happy birthday, my darling." Your father finished with a toast to you. The other visitors followed, and they all wished you a Happy Birthday in unison. " Thank you for your kind wishes. Please relax and enjoy the banquet." You made an announcement to the entire room. You took a step back from the balcony and sat close to your mother and siblings, talking and making small talk here and there!

You were enjoying the peace and quiet of simply having to sit with your family instead of talking and seeing individuals you didn't want to see. Your attention was drawn to the sound of rumbling. It was initially silent before becoming louder. "Ah, it must be time." Your mum made a remark. You sought a watch but couldn't find one. Was it already eleven o'clock? That must mean that you gazed up at the celling, seeing as the star containing your present gradually barante lower itself.

The demon won't taint me now

You rise from your seat and approach your father, gazing in astonishment at the glittering and sparking light. You received a nonverbal nod of approval from your father as you looked at him. Your father was next to the stairs, holding out his hand. You made a short bow before taking his hand in yours as he led you to the center of the room, where the star was. As the chandelier lights dim, only a spotlight shines on your walking figures as they move closer and closer to the center. Once in the center, all of the lights were turned off, leaving only the moonlight and the sparkling lights of the shiny ornament hanging in the center of the chamber.

"It is time for the oracle to grant my child a miracle. This kingdom's future ruler." The monarch declared as a gathering of people stared in awe. " Go ahead, honey." As he gazed at the oracle, the emperor nodded at you. You placed your right hand on the surface of the star, looking straight ahead, expecting your hand to contact the oracle.You watched as the surface beneath your palm sparkled in a throbbing rhythm, glistening like a jewel in the sun. Its brilliance grew brighter and brighter until it halted, and a voice from the star spoke.

'Cause you're the sacrifice he'll slay

"Oh, my my. What do we have here? A Jewel to rival the gods, a symbol of beauty." The volce uttered. It sounded manly, with an amused tone _you gave a confused gaze at the star, "Your future Is veLY Interesting, yes, yes." They mumbled out, as you Imagined he nodded while holding his chin. "You will be blessed with a fertile life on this day. May your years ahead be filled with Joy and prosperity. Your love will treasure you with adoration." They spoke In a solemn tone of volce. Your eyes enlarge and your mouth slightly opens, as if you're a fish out of water trying to comprehend the scenario.

"What do you mean by 'fertile*?" You Inquired almost in hushed tones, hoping no one could hear what you were saying. "Fertility will benefit you whether your love is a guy or a woman. Though some gods enjoy playing with words, fertility means what it means. Whether you have a man's, a woman's, or another body, you may have the opportunity to start a new life." They replied in the same tone of voice as you, in a faint whisper that only you could hear. "That Is the miracle bestowed upon you; I bid Your Majesty farewell and wished you a happy birthday." The lights dwindle until they vanish, Indicating the end of the oracle until the twins' birthday years later.

You said I wasn't good enough to stay

You wanted to hit and beat the damnd oracle for daring to utter such a thing, as well as the God who sent you this gif in the first place. You were seeing crimson, your eyes were dilated, and you were shivering with rage. But before you could tend to anything or anyone, someone requested your hand. "Your Highness, may I have this dance?" The stranger took your hand in his, bowed, and kissed the back of your hand. " Do as you please." As music began to play, you were brought to the center of the room. You dance and dance to the music, one step after the next. You both came to a halt as the final tone sounded before bowing and saying your goodbyes.

As more people began to dance, the music began to ramp up again, ushering in a new round of celebration. You Bagan to move away to one of the several balconies to get some peace and quiet. You'd had your fill of socializing and meeting new people for the evening. You sighed as you sat down on a couch. Already exhausted, you worried that Alma or Raine had noticed your disappearance and started looking for you. You should have brought a drink, but you were so eager to leave that you forgot.

You put me away

Someone was seeking for you while you were engrossed in your thoughts. But they couldn't find you in the banquet while they were overioved to have heard the oracle. It seemed as though the gods were blessing them by making you entirely theirs. They could build a beautiful family with you, and the thought made their heart expand and their dick twitch. You're sitting on their lap, your belly distended with their child. Their rationality was gradually evaporating.

They requested their eyes and ears to look for you since they couldn't find vou anywhere. They command one on their eyes that notified them where you were after you left. They graded a drink and made their way to you, their precious little love, with a smile. They feigned to be lost and just happened to stumble across you as they neared the balcony you were on. Your gaze wanders up to their form, eyes marveling at them. They wanted to ravish you right now, God."Please accept my apologies, Your Highness." They spoke!

You took away my future and my fame

You noticed a figure out of the corner of your eye and stared in astonishment as you tried to find out who it was. He was by far the most attractive man you'd ever met; he had hair as silver as the moon, and in the light of the moon, it gave him a halo of white about him. His eyes drew your attention more than his impressive jawline.Ruby eyes, the way they looked at you, as if they were memorizing every detail on your face. They appeared so familiar as if you'd seen them in your nightmares, yet you'd only just met this man.

As he observed you, he let out a husky chuckle. "You appear thirsty, your Highness," he said as he offered you his drink. "Do you want some?" He paused. You cast your gaze between him and the glass of champagne. He waited with bated breath until you reached your conclusion. "Thank you, may I know your name?" you say as you extend your hand to take the drink. You inquired, catching his gaze.He let out another chuckle, and hearing it made you feel sinful."Dorian Nikolai." He cheerfully informed you, his voice sounded familiar. You wondered where you'd heard it as you took a sip, then another.

But now that will change

You gazed at the glass as you took your last sip. Was champagne always a sweet drink? You tried to stand up, only to stumble with your feet, as if you were inebriated. The glass in your hand shattered and shattered. Dorian extended his arm and grabbed you about the waist.He smiled at you like the Cheshire cat, but you couldn't see it. You held his arm and looked at him with terror and perplexity. opening and closing your mouth you asked the question. "What exactlv was in the champagne?"

He let out a tiny laugh as he caressed your face with his free hand.Your face became more flushed with each passing second. Your body was getting warmer, and your breathing was becoming uneven. "TIl take good care of you, my little dreamer. The sparkle in his eyes sends chills up your spine. Wait, did he just call you a "little dreamer?" His remarks caused your pupils to dilate. You tried to shove him away, but vou were too weak. You were terrified, your eves swollen with unshed tears. Oh, How he liked the sight, a moan left your trembling voice cords.

Focus on me

A tear finally escaped and rolled down your cheek. He kissed the wayward tear as he dropped his face to yours. When he did, he licked his lip and smiled at you, "Tasty." You tried shaking your head free from his grasp, but he held on tight. "What's the matter? You want me to kiss it more passionately." He inquired almost condescendingly, and before you could respond, his lips collided with yours. Muffling your cries and stealing them as his. He began to slowly paw your chest, eliciting an uncontrollable moan from you.What a lovely voice you had, his lower half twitched in anticipation.

Your entire body twitched. It was as hot as fire. "Wh-what exactly did you do?" Your comments came out slurred, followed by a choked sob, demonstrating how inebriated and distressed you truly were. "Don't worry, it's just an aphrodisiac." You were forced onto the couch while your mind digested the words that came out of his mouth. Your mind was like a broken record, with pleasure and lust coursing through your veins. His lips kissed you all over your face and body. "Moan for me, my little dreamer." He spoke into your ear as his hands slid to your lower body, his touch memorizing your body.

I'll be all that they see

His head rose as he turned to face your considerably more agitated and breathless face. The bulge of his dick could be seen. He got to his feet and bowed before you. Your sex was made visible to him when he raised up / pulled down the bottom half of your clothing. Your hands attempted to move his head away from your sex, but all of your strength fled you the moment his tongue started to slip up your sex. He used his mouth like an instrument. Your groans were the result of his labors, which he heard. He was only made more satisfied the more he heard them. He licked your sex and sucked on it, consuming much of your cream.

You gasped and covered your lips with the back of your palm as a knock echoed through the air and you let out a breathy moan. Surprised, you tighten your thighs, which only serves to further entrap him. "You're Highness?" As Alma cautiously opened the door, her voice could be heard. "Y-yes?" As the wicked bastard remained attached, you inquired. He continued sucking gleefully. "Are you okay, you sound strange?" Worried, she enquired. You apologized, tripping over your words, "Am fine, just a little ahh tipsy." Your toes began to curl as the stimulation pushed you over the edge, and the knot in your gut grew tighter and threatened to burst.

I'll make them sway

Your groans were getting more and more difficult to hide from Alma. “Are you certain that you're okay, Your Highness?” Her voice was getting more and more worried. Dorian continued to laps at your sex,  while pumping his fingers in and out of your sex. When she didn't hear back, she said, "Am coming in." Your body becomes more sensitive, twitching, and trembling as a result of the physical effects of panic. Alma would see you being enjoyed by a man you had just met if she turned the corner. You were on the verge of breaking since the whole situation's humiliation dulled your thoughts with pleasure. “C-could you just bring me some w-water, Alma?” sounding like a plea for help.

"Mm, if you say so." Alma deliberated before closing the door and returning to get you something to drink. Dorian smiled at your situation, and with a couple more strong thrusts, the coil cracked. Your body trembled and spammed as you moaned in a high pitch. Your juices poured and landed on his chin, and he licked your sweet honey. He stood up and stared at your disoriented and fucked up countenance. Eyes rolled back, skin flushed, mouth agape, and the involuntary spasm here and there as the rush swept over you.

No, can't run away

"Now, my dear dreamer. Why don't we have some fun in your room, Mm?" Your head was so fucked up, craving for more of his touch, more pleasure, that you didn't even notice you nodded to Dorian's request. He mended your clothes and assisted you in getting to your feet. He was confronted face to face with Alma as he approached the door with you in his hand and opened It. She stood there with a glass and a jug of water, watching the scene before her.

Alma's hand almost lost grip of the glass as her face turned bright crimson with rage. She snarled at Dorian, "Unhand their Highness, you pig." Before speaking, he peered down at her, amused. "But their Highness requested that I assist them to their room," he almost acted offended by her comments. Alma turned to face you after looking at him with disgust. "Is that true, your highness?" She was curious. "I- I'm tired, and I didn't mean to bother anyone." You breathed while under the influence of the substance. "Nonsense, Your Majesty. Give them to me and I'll take care of them." Alma proposed, much to his dismay, he became irritated by her interfering.

Now all eyes on me

He gently snapped his fingers, and from the corner of the hall, you noticed a figure dressed entirely in black. They moved in silently until they were directly behind Alma. They lifted a hand up and hit the back of her neck, knocking her out. As the glass fell and cracked, spreading the water jug to the ground, her body slumped limp into the stranger's arms. You let out a startled gasp, "A-Alma," and looked up in fear at Dorian. "She's fine, wicked wrecked getting in my way." Waving to the stranger holding Alma, he explained. Dorlan tightened his grip on your waist as he led you to your chamber.

The entire trek to your room was a blur, and the moment your door closed, he started undressing you. He unbuckled his pants by yanking them down and exposed his cock to you, he then flipped your body around and bent you over. Pumping his dick a few times to completely erect it, rubbing his erection over your hole before penetrating you with a strong thrust. As your moans resonated across the room, he bounced you on his dick, fondling your chest. You could feel him in your stomach, rearranging your guts to his Ilking, drilling into your walls.

Ooh, babe, hey

You begged him to be gentle with you with broken moans and whimpers. His hands were behind your back, holding your hands, and with each thrust, your body arched forward. He let go of one of your arms, reaching forward and grading your jaw, forcing you to look at him. Kissing you passionately, his tongue lapsing over your tongue, whispering "Mine" like a ritual, pounding into you. As he plunged into you yet again, hitting the point that caused you to see sparks in your vision, your thoughts became a jumbled mess. To dumb out from pleasure, your brain couldn't connect together an understandable sentence.

You whined at him as your walls tightened around his dick, not carrying anymore, just wanting to feel another orgasm. "Are you about to cum?" He questioned you, now with your face pressed against the floor and your tongue spilling out of your lips, muttering nonsense. "If you want to cum, you'll have to beg me like the whore you are." He growled directly into your ears. "I-I want to-"Your moan Interrupted you, eyeballs rolling into your skull. "Answer me, slut." He compelled you." P-please...let me c-cum." The knot in your stomach tightened as you felt his dick quiver inside you.

You don't know what it's like to drown away

You pleaded, squirming at his words. "You are so good for me," he said as he massaged your nipples," Here's your reward." He thrust Into you a couple more times before shooting rope after rope of cum Inside you. Your tight wall milked his seed into you, pushing his dick deeper within you for good measure. He wanted to be certain that the oracle was correct and that he could have a family with you. He pulled out of you after he was done releasing his seed inside you. As his seed oozes from your hole, he leaves you on the floor, ass straight up.

Going to the bathroom and seeking something to clean you up. You weren't in a position to do anything, saying to yourself something along the lines of 'so good.' Whimpering from the high, you're juiced and his mixed together in a pool beneath you. When he returned, he cleaned between your legs, removing sweat. Your flustered expression was adorable, with flushed cheeks, crossed eyes, and mouth agape. He washed your face before lifting you into his arms and carrying you to the bath, where he ran you a warm bath.

In a puddle of shame

When you woke up you were in bed covered by your blanket, With the sensation of your body thrusting forward. Loking up your met with Dorian humping into you. His cock left a trail of silk on your thigh, as his dick pressed and soon penetrated your sensitive hole. A moan left your lips, as he held your waist with a strong grip. His hands would most likely leave fingerprints when he was done abusing your hole for his pleasure. He pressed his large palm over your stomach, as his bulge wrecked through you.

"Be a sweet little dreamer and take it." He said as he kissed your cheek, your tongue hung from your mouth. Saliva spilled out your mouth as moan after moan was pulled from your twitching body. The coll In your body began to tighten before soon it broke. You came undone under him, twitching and moaning his name like it was a prayer to the gods itself. He kept thrusting into you as you whined from overstimulation. He came not long after you had come undone, spilling his seed into your body, marking you as his.

You, yes, you

The next time you woke, you were alone and completely sore. You felt that your body was made from concrete. With a groan, you got out of bed, pulled your blanket with you, and walked over to your wall where a bell with a string rested. After ringing the bell twice, you returned to your bed, and after some time, you heard a knock at your door." Come in," you told the person. You expected Alma to be entering the door, but instead, it was Raine.

"Yes, your Highness?" Raine asked as she walked to your side. You looked up at her before asking, " Is Alma alright?" You held worry in your eyes, and Ralne let out a small 'Ah' of understanding. "Worry not your Majesty, Alma has just fallen with a cold." As she informed you, you let out a small sigh of relief. Raine helped you to your feet, taking you to the bath. She didn't ask any questions about the marks on your body. You were grateful for that.

Made me insane

You were glad that Alma was not hurt by Dorlan, You were glad that you had woken up alone for whatever reason. You were worried most of all about the oracle. You would have to go to the castle's library and look into it more. You could also go to the doctor/magician's tower and research more about the topic. " All done, Your Highness," Raine exclaimed. "You were getting in the habit of getting lost in your thoughts lately. After getting out of the bath, she helped you get dressed.

You have decided to take a walk in the garden, maybe that might help you clear your mind. Raine helped you pack a basket for you to enjoy, some of your favorite treats and drinks, just what you needed to relax. As you walked and passed the garden walls, you breathed in the fresh air and the scent of flowers, and a smile graced your face. You came to a stop at the center of the garden, where a gazebo stood. Its pillars are surrounded by roses, bushes, and other types of flowers.

But not anymore

As you enjoyed the peaceful view, listening to the birds sing, and the wind moving the trees, you felt so calm. You enjoyed your peace along with a few treats here and there. From the distance, you spotted a butler walking towards you. You waited patiently for them to arrive, and when they did, you politely asked them, " How may I help you?" They gave you a bow before speaking, " His majesty, the Emperor, wishes to speak with you." They stated.

You gave the a nod before responding, " Very well, thank you. I shall be on my way." You spoke as you stood from your seat and stared your walk. You pondered what he could want to speak with you about as you walked the long hallways of the castle. Arriving at his office, you knocked twice on his door. Before announcing your arrival to him. From the other side, you heard him call out, " Come in." Taking his response, you graded the door handle and twisted it open.

I'm in control (I am in control)

As you walked into the room, you asked, " Father, what is ut that you could like to speak about." Finally lifting your head as the door closed behind you, you spotted a familiar figure with Ruby eyes sitting on a couch next to your father's desk. Your body frozed on the spot, remembering the way this man played with your body. Eyes wide and dialeted from the rush of emotions running through your head, " Take a seat, dear." Your father offered, hands crossed together over his desk

Taking a seat on the other couch next to your father's desk, you turned and looked at him. " Father, what is the meaning of this?" Your tone sounded inraged, but the could be the result of your emotions running amuck miles per hour in your mind. " Let me introduce you to the son of one of my good friends, Prince Dorian Nikolai. From the Kingdom of Snow and Ash." Your father introduced, as Dorian waved at you with an innocent smile.

I have the stage

You were awestruck, Dorian was prince. The man that ravished you like an animal, as if you weren't anything but a flashlight, a piece of meat to pound into. He was in your home, and for what more else to get his greedy hands on. " He has come here to officially court you. He has already asked for my blessing. His father hopes that we can make an alliance." Your father explained the reasons. Dorian rose from his seat, took your hand in his, and gave it a gentle kiss. Bowing, he said, " It is a pleasure to meet you, your majesty. "

As he did so, your heart skipped a beat, and you could feel your cheeks growing red. It was as if had corrupted you, twisting your sense of love and affection to his liking. His eyes looked at you with a burning possession, like you belonged to him and only him. Your eyes were meant to look upon him while he was created for the sole purpose of worshipping you. " It is also my pleasure, sir Dorian." You spoke, sounding breathless. You were ashamed to be filling aroused by his intense gaze and in front of your father, nonetheless. Dorian smiled at you knowingly.

You can't turn the page

" Great, now that you are both acquainted, we can start with the next step." Your father called out, catching both your attention to him once again. For the next couple of weeks, you and Dorian went out on dates. You so desperately wanted him to mess up, to slip in the slightest so you could tell your father to break the courting immediately. But that didn't happen he took you to your favorite places, got you flowers, and so on. If he held your hand, he held it just enough for you to feel his warmth, only to take it away and having you crave his touch.

As the weeks turned into moths, you had discovered that you were starving for his touch, even if it was in the slightest. You wanted him to look at you, to kiss you, to touch you, to love you. You didn't know what to do with yourself, you went to the magician. Telling him you felt sick for some reason, he ran some tests. By the end, he congratulated you, " You're in love, Your Highness." He smiled at you. You were....in love with Dorian? But...you hated him, right? Your mind was a mess. Your heart was telling you one thing, while your brain is telling you another.

Now do as you're told (Encore, hit the beat, boys)

Dorian knew what he was doing. He was making you so touch starved that you would have any other choice but to ask him. He waited patiently. At first, he held your hand for a long period of time before slowly decreasing it to accidental or sutel brushs of the hand. Watching as your eyes closely looked at his hands, anticipating to fell his touch only to be disappointed at getting almost nothing. He could see he was at your breaking point he just had to push you harder over the edge until you broke.

He was sitting in the garden with you, as he invited you to have a picnic with him. You were sitting in front of him in the chair opposite his, as you eat at the gazebo. You were barely holding eye contact with him, as he talked to you. He called your name, making you look up at him, “ Come here." He politely asked. You placed your utensils down before walking over to him. As you stood before him, his hand extended to your face, whipping some crums from the corner of your mouth.

Focus on me (Focus on me)

You blush at his actions, " What's wrong?" He asked you. " I have fallen...for you." You spoke, looking him in the eyes. He smiled, his eyes wrinkling in delight. He took your hand and sat you on his lap, " And why is that little dreamer?" He asked, amused. " Your touch sets me on fire, I feel I might have become addicted." Yiu spoke softly, lowering your head in shame. His pointer finger and thumb lifted your chin, making you look at him. He kissed you, a quick kiss on the lips. Before he kissed you once again more deeply. You both shared a passionate kiss.

You felt his growing bulge press against you. As he held your waist and softly thrusted into you, trying to get as much friction as he could. Breaking the kiss, you moaned, panting for air. He watched you ride him, eyes clouded with slust. " Won't you help me with this, dear." He spoke, pointing to the ever growing bulge in his pants. You knelt before him as he spread his legs to give you access to his clothed erection. His hand rested on the top of your head as you unbuckled his belt. Your body was hidden under the table, as you pulled his underwear off.

I'll be all that they see

His cock sprong out, his pretty pink tip dripping clear pears. It was veiny. You held it in your hand, giving it a few pumps up and down. Staring up at him with your doe eyes before licking his dick from the base up. You heard him gasp a "F-fuck." As his hips buckled into your hand. You kissed his tip before taking him in your mouth. He was big, and your eyes swelled with tears as you took what you could of his length. He stroked your cheek lovingly as you adjusted him into your mouth.

Soon, your tongue began to swerell around his length. Your head bouncing up and down, saliva falling from your lips, his hands still rested on top of your head. As he threw his head back in pleasure, he spotted movement from his peripheral. In the distance, a lone butler was waking his way towards you both. He voiced his concerns to you, but that only made you suck on him harder. With the butler quickly approaching, he could feel himself, start to twitch. His balls began yo tighten it was only a matter of time before he came undone.

I'll make them sway

The butler finally arrived, and he tried his best to seem relaxed. " Pause my intrusion, but is their highness here?" They asked, looking at him. He could feel you smiling around him, chiki little slut. "N-No, they just le-left to the castle." He stumbled out. You sucked on him harder. He didn't think he would last long. " Ah, I see. Thank you, sir Dorian." The butler bowed to him as he spoke. He turned around to take his leave before stopping again. " Are you alright? Your face seems a tad red." They asked him. "Y-yes. I'm just a little tired, I-I suppose." His voice threatening to stutter as he speaks.

Shit, he he was breaking. He was about to come as your tongue rubbed his slit, the butler looked at him before nodding and walking away. The second the butler was out of ear shot, he graded your head and thrusted into your mouth. With a groan, he spilled ropes after ropes of come into your mouth. You gladly accepted it, swallowing it all up. You opened your mouth and stuck out your tongue, "You're so good for me, darling." He stroked your cheek. He helped you up and gave you a kiss.

No, can't run away

When he broke the kiss, he looked you in the eyes before speaking, " When we get to your room, I will fuck and stuff you full of my cum that you won't ve able to walk tomorrow. Considere that you're punishment and reward for being such a good slut for me." He finished by giving you a kiss on the lips. Enjoying how your pupils dialated and you shifted on his lap excitedly. "How did you get in my dreams?" Your doe eyes looked at him in wonder. " I guess we shared the same fates. That is why I was in your dreams, to find you and make you mine." He said while kissing you.

He lifted you into his arms and carried you down to the castle. He was going to make sure you couldn't walk tomorrow. Let alone talk after moaning and screaming his name in pleasure the whole day.

Now all eyes on me

Now all eyes on, all eyes on me

❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍❍⊶⊷⊶⊷✶✶⊶⊷⊶⊷❍

-` 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖓𝖉, 𝖍𝖔𝖕𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖔𝖞𝖊𝖉! ´- sorry It took so long I was running out of ideas for this one.

[killemwithkawaii]

I've been a silent fan of Sally Face since it came out but I recently got into the fandom! I find your art so cute. Also, I'm just doing what your pinned post says!

I just want to write a pile of love-letters (no name is given but we all know it's about him based on the description) for Sal, put them all in a box and conveniently leave them out there in the open for him to find. He got himself a secret admirer 💌💕

I'm so bad with my words and actions, anonymous writing is how I can express myself better. ;;;;

- 🫀💌

>Welcome to the fandom!! It's always great to bring a new Sally Simp into the fold (especially ones with a taste for the yan >:3c)

>Imagine the mixed emotions he'd feel when he discovers that box (which he would absolutely get into, because while he claims he respects others privacy, we all know he can't resist the temptation of snooping for long)- guilt (and excitement) about reading such intimate content without permission, denial about the letters being about him (despite them clearly describing him in explicit detail. How many other pigtail-wearing, blue-haired masked men live in Nockfell, anyway…?), the sinking, prickling feeling when he considers this might be an elaborate prank at his expense, and the giddy, floaty feeling when he considers it all might be one big, genuine confession… 💌💬

>And now imagine watching him read every letter, go through that emotional rollercoaster, and then carefully packing up the box to take home with him (from a safe distance). 👀🍿💕

>His insecurities might get the best of him, no matter how romantic (or explicit) the letters are, so be sure to continue to reinforce the sincerity of the 'secret admirer' routine by leaving more clues, notes and gifts! A smart guy like him can only deny your feelings for so long…~ ;3c 🎁💘

[You can find some adorable art by @chimchiri based on this imagine here]

[pupcuck]

I like Death Island leon the most so most of my scenario will be about him hheheheh. Also sorry for long asks..i have no one who i can share deranged stuff with.

DI leon who just retired and move in a plain ol apartment to live a somehwat chill life . Unbeknownst to him , his neighbour , a shut in college studengs falls in love and begins to stalk him, it starts out normal, her following him on his morning and evening walk, taking pictures everytime he stops to pet a stray cat or dog, keep in mind the stalker is soooo pathetic, and leon notices it right away because duh he is an ex agent, recon work is his forte, but he allows it, he is not even alarmed (he might even likes it lol) , he is more stumped that a young girl could be obsessed with him because he is old and all. So he lets her do all the normal stalker stuff, he leaves his clothes in the coin laundromat ? Oh yeah she is stealing a boxer or two, maybe an underwear, to the point leon buys those cheap underwears to keep the stock coming, oh she somehow managed to break into his house? (No , he just left it unlocked for her but he likes to make her think she is smart), oh she puts cameras in his apartment in supposed sneaky places? He is finding every one of them so easily, even go as far to masturabate and strip in front of one of them, he quite likes his audience.

Cherry (heh get it?) on top of it all , he just decides that her watching him masturabat from her cameras was not enough so he just gets up and break into her house and fuck her stupid, because why not? Theres a willing virgin pussy waiting for him. Ensues some degarding dirty talk.

(Basically i like the idea stalker turned into the victim muahhahaha)

…. I LOVE UM stalking where the victim is also a freak! leon could break into her house and she wouldn’t even bat an eye, would make her so happy.. like hello that’s the highlight of her entire life! handsome man wants to fuck HER? also mmmfndndnfj di leon being a fucking cocky tease n jerking off in her view… STRIPPING?!!?! lock him up..

[ventismacchiato]

i have never felt happier in my entire life

:)

[aurynne]

HIIIIII

EMI HIIIII :D HOW DID YOU KNOW I WAS ACTIVE TODAY 👀

[llovelyletterss]

Maybe some headcanons about yan!mailman with a darling thats also a yandere and stalks him? /nf

Ethan with a darling that's also a Yandere && Stalks him . . . Requested by Anon

No specified gender .. TW / CW — Stalking, blood mention, :).

If he had figured out his darling was also a Yandere and stalked him, he'd be over the moon! He wouldn't have to worry about losing you, but there's still that underlining fear..

💌 would act clueless and continue on with 💌s day as you follow closely behind, even if someone mentions that you're following 💌..

Pink only shake pinks head and be confused, you.. following pink? Pink didn't even see you!

Ethan would also leave hints for you, 🔪 needs you to see that 🔪 is just as infatuated, obsessed— in love with you as you are with 🔪!!

Found all those love letters lov didn't send you? Good, love wants you to see them. How did you like them? Are you going to jump into loves arms now??

He would feel less scared to frighten you, seeing as you'd do the same things he would do for you.. you may get bloody mail sometimes :)

Sometimes, the same group of people are the best kind together. ♡

... it's short I'm sorry but your wish is my command!!! I tried, but I couldn't really think of how different he would act???? (especially since I'm not the original creator of Yan!Mailman.. but I think we all know that :3c)

Art by @/revenant-chaos