#yandere fiction

[hana-no-seiiki]

inspired from @luxethehumanva ‘s dream about me lmfao

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s an absolute menace to society. He’s spoiled. Absolutely apathetic to the people beneath him. If anything he revels in the horror he paints on others’s faces.

In short, he’s a brat.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who’s only ever ‘nice’ to you and you alone.

YANDERE! FEMBOY PRINCE who forces you to sit on his father’s throne with him on your lap, your face buried on his neck, a hand kneading his thighs as he sentences an entire family to death for gossiping about you.

[running-with-kn1ves]

Can you make something for a yandere masochist? Smut please

A/N: Working on all the reqs in my inbox, I just don't have much time to write! No pressure but donations always help if yall want your requests written faster!

CW: Noncon/Dubcon, yandere themes, kidnapping, threats, Sub! Masochistic yandere, aggressive-ish reader, NSFW

Synopsis: You find yourself kidnapped by your shy boyfriend who claims he's going to "take care of you."

Word Count: 3000 -- Tags ^^: @moonlight-melanin

If someone had told you that your meek nerd of a boyfriend would be the one to ever kidnap you, you probably would have laughed in their face. Your boyfriend who trips over every sidewalk crack? Your boyfriend who needs your help opening a water bottle? Your boyfriend, who begs for you to wrap your hand around his neck and worships the ground you walk on, no matter how hard you protest?

 No way in hell. 

Except, the utter blasphemy that was such an idea, was true. It was only a few nights ago that you found yourself bound by your hands and feet to a familiar bed. Your boyfriend, Rex, vaguely explained that he was "protecting you", and "keeping you away from bad people!” 

You came to the conclusion that the harm that he was supposedly protecting you from, was most likely your overly friendly coworkers and demanding job. Who knew a 9 to 5 could be so dangerous? Clearly your boyfriend. However, his ridiculous behavior didn’t falter no matter how many times you tried to convince him, no matter how many threats or bribes you threw his way. 

Sometimes he’d be nearly swayed, but something in his mind always snapped back, telling you that its alright if you despise him, if you follow out with your threats; as long, as he got to keep you safe. 

For how obedient and eager to please he was, you never realized how stubborn he could be. But unfortunately for what he had in stubbornness, he lacked in wit and authority. He always fell into your hands when it came to you offering physical affection as a secretive ploy to try and escape; not to mention, he wasn’t very good at keeping his hostages tied up.

By the third night of your capture, you managed to slip your moist hands out of the loose, steel handcuffs. Digging an old pen into the large hole of the chain cuff wrapped around your ankle, you wiggled it around to find that sweet spot that would release you. You were grateful for being able to reach the bedside drawer, finding a multitude of tools within it that helped you including the pen that was once yours, and some lotion that made your palms slick enough to slip out of the handcuffs. While you were grateful for their presence nearby, you didn’t want to know why they were close to the bed in the first place. 

You continued to roughly wiggle the pen, not hearing any clicks or cracks within the lock that would signify your release. The chain around your ankle wouldn't budge at all. At some point along the way with all your jamming of it into the lock’s hole, the pen got stuck. 

“No no no,” You whispered, trying to tug the pen out. You pulled as hard as you could, to no avail as ink began to stain your fingers. 

Well, your kidnapper would certainly notice that. 

You looked around, feeling incredibly anxious now that you were only halfway free, aware that it'd be unlikely that you got to keep this little escape trial to yourself. Though, the freedom of your hands made you feel more powerful than you had in days.

But the quick and excited footsteps outside of the bedroom door made your stomach sink. They drew closer, only stopping to fill the silence with a rapid knock to the door. Beads of sweat rolled down your neck as your dry mouth swallowed; with shaking fingers, you covered up your hands and feet under the bed comforter. 

‘Just keep them under the blanket, and he won’t notice…’

The door opened shortly after the knock, not waiting for you to respond. In came your Rex, your boyfriend-slash-kidnapper. He clammed up with a tenseness as you scowled. You brought back your signature glare that you looked at him with during the days of your capture; he seemed to shrink into himself as you didn't break eye contact. 

"Did… you like dinner? He asked, looking at your plate on the bedside table. Eyeing the plate with a frown, Rex shut the door behind him. He walked closer to your place on the bed, inspecting the plate. 

"You've hardly eaten anything since…"

"Since you kidnapped me?"

He went silent. Avoiding your judgemental stare.

"You know I'm just trying to keep you safe…" He said meekly, not fond of your cold behavior. 

"I don't want to talk, Rex. Just leave." You snarl.

 Folding your arms you turn away and focus your attention on the setting sun outside the window, reminding you that once again you'll be here for another night… another day here when you wake up. 

Rex sits down on the bed next to you, his mop of curly black hair covering his desperate face. He wouldn't be able to take it if you played the silent treatment with him-- even when you were angry like this, he'd rather suffer your wrath than hear the empty silence of his endless thoughts, keeping your sweet lips shut so tightly. 

"Please," he gripped the blankets atop your legs, trying to find a place to touch you. "I'm just doing what a boyfriend should do, don’t you get that? Why can't you understand me?"

You continued to stay silent, hearing Rex gulp as he realized you were serious in keeping your mouth shut. 

He began to grow antsy… there was a feeling of isolation in how he couldn't see all of your face as you kept your gaze to the window, how he couldn't even hold your hand or see your body beneath the mass of blanket. 

"Come on, don’t be like that…” 

Rex rolled his tongue over his teeth, gripping harder onto the sheets. His hand shakes as it reaches for yours, desperately hoping you wouldn’t tug away. 

Once he feels your arm go limp, he wastes no time in bringing it up to his cheek, hoping to feel some sort of warmth from you. Rex presses his cheek into your fingers, finding a sliver of relief in how warm and tender you feel against him. He’s hardly had the luxury of such affection since you were huddled up in his apartment. 

You don’t dare to look at the man, debating whether interrupting him or continuing to let him nuzzle would alert him faster on the fact that your handcuffs were gone. 

You didn’t have much time to think when you suddenly felt him go still, a newfound grip on your hand. He squeezed with thick fingers, the lovelust gone from his touch.

You turn to look at Rex, finding that you could not see his eyes beneath his hair and shadowed glasses. He shifted from crushing your fingers to choking your wrist, panic setting into your body. 

Rex looked up, far more quiet than you were expecting. You began to twist your arm, trying to pull it away as he bore into you. You knew the guy was odd when you first started dating, and was clearly deranged after this kidnapping fiasco-- but you never saw it clearer until now. His eyes seemed to sink into his skin as his face drained of all color. He looked almost sick, like someone hungry to hurt without any remorse. Rex’s blunt nails dug into your skin as you started to tug away roughly; his hunched body was like a feral animal ready to strike. 

Seeing as he already found out about your escape attempt, you decided it wasn’t worth wasting this chance. Maybe you could knock him down a few before he managed to get you chained up again, giving you more time before he did who knows what. 

“These arms are awfully bare.” His monotonous voice uttered. 

Rex pressed on the bruises on your wrist of where the handcuffs dug into, his eyes glazing over as you grunted in pain. Still, you fought. You brought your other arm to try and pull off his fingers, only for Rex to shift on the bed and force himself upon you. His sharp knees dug into the sides of your thighs, pulling your other arm off of him as he laid them both beside your head, against the pillows. For being quite frail and shy, he had far more strength in his desperation than you expected. You could see that he was giving his all, only tearing up momentarily when your fingers scratch him or your elbow rams into his nose. 

Within the tussle Rex managed to find the handcuffs, of which you only hid underneath the blankets beside you. Every time you tried to heighten your knees to push him off, Rex pressed deeper, bruising your skin and making you bite your lip in frustration and pain. His loose clothes and your mess of blankets made it hard to find a grip in pushing him off.

Rex pulled the cuffs up, shakily and forcefully wrapping them upon your wrists. Pulling them over the bedpost, he watched as you struggled to get out of them. But he didn’t look down at you with a smirk or a sadistic grin-- Instead, it appeared to be relief. 

Your boyfriend lowered himself to your chest as he went limp, his previous expression void of emotion except for stunned shock, shifted to a tired, nervous frown. 

“I-I don’t do this because I want to, you know.” You burn holes into him with your glare, straining to pull the cuff chain over the bedpost as Rex sat on your torso. “You don’t give me a choice!”

His loose shirt showed the front of his collarbones and the elongated muscles in his neck, the male gulping as he looked guiltily down at your chest. You were sweating from the fear and strain against the tightened metal binds. 

“Fuck off.” You grunt, continuing to tug and pull away from your tethers. 

Rex seemed to get antsy at watching you try to struggle and claw at him. His hips twitched as he moved to sit on your legs, trying to keep you from kicking him off. 

“But…If you keep pulling like that, your bruises will only get worse.” 

“I don’t give a shit.” You snapped, hardly letting him finish. Spitting towards him you continued to fight; that only seemed to spur Rex on. 

He wiggled against your hips, looking down away from you in embarrassment. the male beginning to hold your knees down, his legs wrapped around your left thigh. 

“I’m just trying to do what’s best for us…” He huffed, laying his head down on your chest, and holding onto you. 

“Rex!” You shout angrily at his innaction, trying to knee him as you pushed away from the headboard. 

“I know, I know!” You could feel the hardness inbetween his legs press against your thigh. “You can hate me if you want, can hurt me if it makes you feel better,” He meekly bit his lip with a little grunt, hesitating for a moment before he pushed his hips against your thigh. “But I can’t let you leave.”

Seeing as your struggle didn’t impede his movements, Rex slowly rocked himself against you to apply pressure. He relished in how your knee came up to grace his crotch in a stinging pleasure. You may have done it in an attempt to push him off, but all it managed to do was further Rex’s desire for your brashness, and you.

“I’m yours…” He huffed, pushing his face into the warmth of your chest. His crotch aligned with your hip, adding a new sensation as he humped like a touch-starved, horny animal. “Im yours, I’m yours I’m yours I’m yours I’m--ngh--” 

 Rex bit the collar of your shirt to stop from crying out, his moan muffled into your body as he rocked at a rhythm. In a mix of huffs he lifted his head to search for your eyes and lips. He reached up to collide his lips with yours, pressing his knee between your legs, spreading them just gently. His hands traveled down your chest slowly, hesitantly. He was always waiting for your next move, always soaking in every touch and taste of you that he could. 

You pushed against his lips, turning and ripping your mouth away. 

“I know you want to leave, but maybe I can change your mind,” He looked at you with lovestruck eyes, a growing pleasure within them. “Maybe make you feel good. I’m atleast good at that, right?” He shyly palmed at your crotch, determined and eager to make you cry out in the same desire he was swelling in. 

He just wanted your eyes to be on him. 

Rex continued to grind himself deeper into your upper thigh, wrapping his legs around your side. He released a little pant while traveling cold fingers down your chest, pulling up your shirt to expose your stomach. Reaching between your legs, he licked his lips in anticipation, cupping your sex with his hand ever so gently. 

Shutting his lips he tried to suppress his evident moans, pushing his lips against yours as he begged for an ounce of affection. You in turn, bit his bottom lip in retaliation, pressing up against to get a good clench on his mouth. You hoped it’d be enough to get him off of you, but instead Rex pressed harder, grunting in pained pleasure as he welcomed the ache. The taste of blood was left in your mouth, Rex still leaving sloppy kisses along your nipping lips, drooling as he pushed his slick tongue in your mouth, rubbing it against yours. His glasses seemed to shift downward, making him look even more of a mess.

Even as you pulled at his hair from your restraint position, Rex let out a surprised yelping groan, humping harder into your leg at the newfound pain. 

“Please, I promise to be good…” He begs between wet, one-sided kisses. “ I’ll do whatever you w…want…!” Rex hieghtened his voice with a desperate groan, showing he was close to his climax. 

His frenzied pleas showed the familiar side of the boyfriend you remembered before he kidnapped you: quiet, clingy, and too infatuated for his own good.

You could feel a wet spot of leaked pre-cum on your thigh, Rex’s hand delving under your now unbuttoned pants. 

He was quick to palm your crotch from beneath your underwear, gripping and massaging as he chased his own high, fixated on your scrunched up expression. 

His slightly open mouth drooled against your shirt as he looked up at you, desperate for you to reciprocate some kind of affection or attention. 

Rex’s expression showed he was completely enamored in the moment, with glazed over eyes and a eagerness in his thrusts as his mind solely focused on the pleasure between his weak thighs and getting something-- anything, from you. 

“You’re disgusting.” You say bitterly, grabbing Rex’s hair in another attempt to get him off of you and ruin his high. However, that did neither. 

Rex looked even more turned on, letting out painful moans at feeling you tug multiple times.

“Yes.. hah, please-- use me, do what you want--” You bit down on his shoulder as he pressed the rest of his weight down on you, leaning up to the feeling of your fingers tug. “I love you, ‘love you so much..” 

You demand him to look at you with a tug of his black curls, a small line of blood staining your lips from the hard bite you gave. 

Rex obeyed with pleasure-drunken fervor, drawing the end of his high as he witnessed his blood in your mouth. 

A part of him would always be inside you.

Rex buried his head into your neck as he orgasmed, thrusting hard up against your leg like a rabbit during mating season. Letting out a continuation of unabashed moans, his teeth bit your T-shirt as cum spilled from his release. 

In the moment, Rex had sped up his movements in pleasuring you, digging beneath your underwear to feel the heat of your sex against his hand, leaving you quite dazed yourself, You managed to hid your reaction quite well as Rex was too focused to notice, but now that seemed to shift as he began to relax. 

Rex’s pulsing touch on your crotch slowled as his breathing regulated. Though it became more difficult for you to keep your mouth shut and your face straight as he repeatedly put his thumb against the right set of nerves. 

Your boyfriend’s breath steadied as he watched you release a hitched sigh from your mouth, enjoying the way you looked at him with a dazed glare. Covered in sweat and cum, he was beginning to come down from the high he ached to feel once again. 

“Oh…I’m sorry,” He panted, face flushed and glasses falling to the tip of his nose. “ Was s’pposed to be convincing you, but I got ahead of myself…”

Rex swallowed, adjusting his glasses with the tips of his finger. The male began to quickly fondle beneath your jeans once again, ignoring how you still pushed against the headboard and cried out in frustration. He was slow at first, trying to regain the rhythm; it didn’t take long for him to find that tempo that made your knees weak. 

You felt a numbed pleasure stir between your thighs against your will, trying to toss and turn to make it go away. 

But Rex held you still, planting his weight down on your chest and stroking your heat with skill. He had touched himself so many times to pictures and thoughts of you, but he never imagined this. Even as you scrunched up your face in frustration and annoyance, he saw your teeth scrape at your lip, your hips twitching and your groans drawing out longer than before. 

You desperately clawed at your restraints, avoiding Rex’s hot and heavy stare, of which was so entranced in watching your sweet face change every time a wave of pleasure overcame you. You felt so defeated in the fact that he could tell you were feeling the effects of his touch, how you weren’t completely focused on the idea of escape anymore. 

“M’gonna make you feel so good,” Rex grinned, hazed with the afterglow of his pleasureful release and soaking up the look of undesired arousal in your eyes. 

“Just promise not to give your pleasure, your pain, to anyone else…”

[yanderestarangel]

𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑴𝑶𝑵 𝑹𝑰𝑳𝑬𝒀 "𝑮𝑯𝑶𝑺𝑻" 𝑿 𝑮𝑵 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

TW: stalking, implication of smut, yandere themes, dark behavior, kidnapping, manipulation, use of power, obsession, objectification, dollification, no pronouns used other than "you".

yandere!ghost - that the first time he saw you, it was on a train, where you were oblivious to the dangers that surrounded you and one of those dangers, was himself, he thought of so many things the first time his eyes looked at you through the dirty balaclava and dusty jacket he wore in the army - And you didn't even notice a strange man looking at you... What a cute little thing you were. He felt a click in his mind, as if a sick part stored deep in his core was brought out at that moment, it was like a predator looking at his prey.

yandere!ghost- who chases you for days, without any rest, he knows your entire routine, from what time you wake up to the things you eat, he set up a schedule, every day he leaves the house early to hide in your backyard and tell you watching - and this also applies to watching you sleep or in the bath. He loves to scare you, it's cute to see how you shake like a scared kitten when he enters your house and knocks over some kitchen utensils, he hides in the shadows watching you shake in fear and look out the windows... Poor little (Y/N) did you know that the dangerous thing was already inside the house.

yandere!ghost - who makes it very clear to you that in the last few weeks you had someone inside your own house, leaving things out of the fridge - Simon knows that you would fear and seek help from some authority, and luckily for you, he had enough authority to do so task. You will wake up one day with the imposing figure of a burly man at your door, telling you that your neighbors warned you that you were being harassed by some crazy stalker, he would try to manipulate you and convince you that he could make a private patrol around your home. home daily... A perfect excuse to just stay legally close to you, it was even comical to the soldier how you trusted the first figure who offered you help... Your desperation was captivating, your formula trembled every time he lied who saw his stalker on the outskirts of the neighborhood, and how such a guy escaped from his hands like sand in the desert; obviously, Simon was there to welcome you into his strong arms... The person causing your pain was the same man who welcomed you, the same pain and doubt caused by him in the shadows.

yandere!ghost - who probes your entire family history, studying you from head to toe, collecting enough information to know whether or not someone would miss you when he finally completed his plan... Kidnap you and place you in a bunker isolated from everything and everyone. After all, you were his little thing, such a fragile and sweet person... He also wanted to beautifully devastate and destroy your beautiful holes, he wanted to see how beautiful you would look, writhing with pleasure for him, begging for his mercy.

yandere!ghost - who finally finds the right opportunity to take you away from your safety, waking you up inside your house, feigning false despair and saying that your stalker is close to your house, that he was warned by a teammate who saw strange movement in the perimeter and that you and he need to get out of there as quickly as possible... Something you do without questioning Riley, after all, he was your savior... Wasn't he?. You were inside the masked soldier's car, while he told you about how you were in danger and needed to go to a place away from all that... However, you noticed that the two of you were entering a trail, deep into the forest. You also noticed some information that Ghost had about you that you hadn't even told him, mainly the fact that you hid, that the stalker was going through your trash and messing with your kitchen utensils. The Brit's previously calm and resilient posture changed completely, before he let out a dark and hoarse laugh behind his skull mask, slowly turning to look at you while his blue eyes shone with an ethereal and almost murderous shadow. "-Oh my dear... You had to be a dumb little thing. Tsk tsk tsk... Don't use that pretty head, you just need to be a little doll." he said as he made a quick move to grab a cloth with chloroform, immobilizing you and passing out on the bench, while he smiled contentedly under his balaclava.

yandere!ghost - who waiting for you to wake up, he had tied you up naked with beautiful red ropes, and a gag on your body, while he was sitting in front of you - watching you as if you were a work of art in the making - his muscles would be rigid on the tight fabric of his shirt, he even had a tattoo with your name on his stomach near the amount of muscles, where it was easy for him to hide from prying eyes... He was completely crazy, crazy about you. Simon's thick and large hands found your thighs, exposing you vulgarly and beautifully to his gaze. "-Do you know how much I waited for this (Y/N)? Seeing you like this at my mercy." he sighs, as he meets your gaze. "-Let's see how much you can take... I'm going to make you finally and completely mine." Ghost whispers against your skin, muffled by the fabric of the mask, there began his paradise and his hell.

𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 ©𝒀𝑨𝑵𝑫𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬𝑳 2024. 𝒅𝒐 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆.

[darkbluekies]

Only Mine

Mafia leader!yandere OC x Y/N

Summary: you're falling apart and the only one that can help you is the very same mafia leader that caused you this fright. You refuse to ask him for help. But when you get desperate, you seem to have no other choice.

Warnings: threats, manipulation, slightest hint of suggestive, mentions of death, possessiveness

Word count: 0.8k

The nights when you can't sleep are the worst. You hate the feeling that grow in your chest everytime it happens. You need someone's arms around you to avoid you falling apart. Bits and pieces of you are flaking off, fragments falling to the wooden floor. What happens if you wait too long? Will there be nothing left of you? What shell is it thats falling off? The one that resists Silas? Or the one that makes you, you. Whatever part of you it is, you don't want to lose it. You'll have to call for him.

Shakily you pull yourself out of the comforting satin sheets and head for the door. Trying to open it is no use. It's locked. However, you know that there are two guards on the other side. Silas has your safety on the top of his priority lists. He's an odd character you can't understand. Maybe you don't want to. Instead, you knock gently, regretting it right away. Too late to back out now.

"Yes, miss?" one of the guards asks as he meets your pleading, shameful eyes.

"I-I ...", you start, but close your mouth again. Your cheeks burn.

"Are you alright?" the other guard asks

"I need to see Silas."

"You can't, the boss is in a meeting-"

Panic starts to fill your body. You have to see Silas! Who knows how long you have until every piece of you have disappeared? It's pathetic and you know it, but you can't stop it. Your fogged up mind needs someone to hold before you break and the only one you know in this house is Silas. Those weeks down in the basement really messed you up.

"I have to meet him!" you raise your voice.

"That isn't possible."

You try pushing yourself through the two unreasonable men. They grab you and push you back. You're not going to leave the bedroom. Their fingers bury in your skin.

"Let me go!" you shout. "Don't touch me!"

"Get back in your room now-"

"What's going on here?"

The voice makes the three of them look towards the end of the corridor. Silas is walking towards them like a giant. His body language alone is enough to frighten them.

"Let my girl go or I'll cut your hands off", Silas warns them.

They let you go at once. You stumble backwards and start walking back into the bedroom. You run your hand through your hair and take a deep breath. Silas pushes through into the bedroom, giving the guards a nasty look. He closes the door behind him, muttering something about them not going to live long. You suddenly feel bad and that your own worries doesn't matter as much. It suddenly feels so stupid to risk the guards lives just because you're a pathetic little bitch.

"What happened, baby?" the mafia leader asks and walk over to you. "Why did you need me?"

"I just feel ... lonely ... I guess ...", you mutter. "But now I kind of regret it all. You're not actually going to hurt them, right?"

"Of course I will. They laid their filthy hands on you."

"They tried to stop me from leaving the room you told me to stay in."

Silas sighs and rolls his eyes. You sit down on the bed and tilt your head slightly, finding it amusing how he can't take his own words.

"Don't look at me like that, little girl unless you want to end up in the basement again", he warns.

You look down in your lap again and swallow. Silas walk over to you and sink down on his knees in front of you. He leans his head on your knees and looks up at you.

"What did you want?" he asks with a playful hint in his eyes. "Do you want me to make you feel good? Have you finally come to your senses?"

"That was not it."

"It wasn't?"

He seems genuinly surprised. You fumble over your words. Why would he think ...?

"I want a hug", you say.

"A hug? That's easy."

He stands up and embraces you in his strong arms. You hate how he makes you feel at ease for now, hate how he's gotten into your head. You lean your head against his shoulder. Tomorrow, you'll resent him again, you promise yourself. But for tonight, you need him close to fill the horrifying void in your heart. Tomorrow, you'll come to your senses.

"My pretty girl", he murmurs against your hair. "Only mine. Say it. Say that you're only mine."

"I'm only yours", you whisper, not believing your own words but say them to avoid pain.

"And the fuckers that try to take you from me will be heavily punished. No one touches what's mine. Look at you, so sweet and fragile. I knew I made a right choice taking you." He caresses your hair. "Just sleep, baby. I will hold you."

And that's where you fall asleep that night. You hope it'll be the last time you fall asleep in his arms, but you know it won't. Now that he's understood that you need him for something else rather than pleasure, he will make sure to treasure you like you were his own little porcelain doll. Only safe in his arms.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

sneakpeak?

this fic has caused me great stress and dissatisfaction

Ideas?

[shallyouobeyme]

Dream

Yandere!/Dark!Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch x reader

Summary: Left alone with nightmares and pictures of your loved ones dying when you close your eyes, you're trying your best to leave the woman you had secretly loved and who had turned into an evil witch and died behind you, but maybe - just maybe - she doesn't want to let you...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT Warning: Dark content, mentions of previous murders, MoM Spoilers(?), Blood (Mentioned), Yandere, _This is all just fiction, I do not condone this!

Bea: Okay, so this is loosely based on a scene from a fanfiction I abandoned when I was like 15. It was honestly a giant cringe-fest, but this one scene never left my mind for long so I decided to recycle it into something my current messed-up self will enjoy. This is also day one of my writetober so check it out. Enjoy.

Falling asleep had become a chore for you. Every time you closed your eyes you saw death. Either the death of Pietro back in Sokovia, the death of Vision and of so many other Avengers. Rrecently the death of the only person you had ever truly loved had joined the list. Wanda was gone and a part of you knew that it was better this way, that everything she had done to Stephen, to the people of the other universe, after what she had tried to do to America, you were well aware that she hadn’t been the woman you’d secretly been in love with for years now anymore. But that part was frighteningly tiny. Most of you still felt agonizing grief. You had decided to stay with Stephen and America, after all, they were the only ones who had been with you when you had seen that other universe. The only one on your trip that you had been sad to leave behind. A universe where you and Wanda had been happy together. In love. Married.

A universe that you had wished for for many years. One that Wanda destroyed in her attempt to get to America. You had seen with your own eyes how she had taken ahold of that Universes Wanda and ripped the heart right out of your universe-equivalent chest when she tried to talk some sense into who she thought to be her wive. That was probably the death that hunted you the most. Not because you had seen yourself die, but because you had realized then and there that this woman wasn’t Wanda anymore, that this woman was the Scarlet Witch and that she seemingly had no emotions left for the friendship you had once shared. America had known immediately what you were thinking because she took your hand and shook her head as if to tell you that it Wanda anymore, that it wasn’t Wanda who was trying to - who actually kind of had killed you. This understanding only increased when you finally opened up to her about your feelings for the witch, she encouraged Stephen to let you stay with them and did her very best to cheer you up every single day to get you to crawl out of the dark hole you had found yourself stuck in.

That doesn’t help with the sleeping issue though. Lately, you had resorted to letting Wong put a light sleeping spell on you that would keep you from experiencing any dream-like state and basically made you just fall asleep and immediately wake up about six hours later. Which is why you were especially confused when you woke up in a sunflower field. You immediately knew that you must be dreaming because this wasn’t just some random sunflower field, as you looked around you could see the little cabin beside a lake, the mountain range opposite it and the tree with the swing. Obviously, there were some biological reasons why this couldn’t exist in real life, but the more obvious factor was that you had seen this from a different perspective a hundred times. Every single time you had walked into your room in the Compley you had seen this landscape on your wall. Wanda and you had been lazily hanging out in your room one weekend back when everything was still okay (or as okay as it had ever been) when you had told her that you had been thinking of painting something on the wall to make the space more personal and she had immediately loved the idea. Two days (and 500$ of Tony’s money) later there was a definitely amature made, but exceptionally beautiful in your eyes with Wanda and your name intertwined in the corner. You had joked that one day you’d live in a cabin there and the people in the town nearby would think the two of you were an old married couple. Just that you hadn’t really joked, you had hoped. You had dreamt of it often back in the day, but ever since Thanos, it had turned into a nightmare sooner or later, the flowers rotting, the cabin burning, the lake filling with blood, etc. This is why you were doing your best to try and wake yourself up again, not mentally stable enough to live through another nightmare like that. Just that none of the tactics were working. You had to try something else, or at least you were planning to do so, but when you stood up to look around, suddenly something changed. You looked down at yourself where before there was your pyjamas, but now there was the exact outfit you had worn on a night out years ago before you had known Wanda and Vision had a thing going on where you had planned to confess your feelings to her but had chickened out. “Hello, Darling,” a voice called out from behind you. A voice you’d recognize anywhere. You turned around and saw her. She looked exactly as you remember, wearing that beautiful maroon dress that she had already worn that night. For a second it was like nothing had ever happened, but then reality caught up to you. This was a dream. She was dead.

Since you knew that this had to be a dream you tried to use whatever lucid dreaming tips you had heard in your life and clenched your eyes shut, repeating “This is all a Dream” again and again. “Love-” you hadn’t heard her coming closer, obviously, it was a dream no logic had to apply, but the hand that cupped your cheeks still startled you, “-please look at me.” Against all reasoning you obliged her and when you looked into her beautiful eyes you couldn’t help but want to kiss her, just to have one last sweet memory of her left. As if reading your mind she leaned forward and put her lips on yours. She pulled you towards her and stole your breath. You were melting into her and it felt so, so, very real that the fact that all of it was a dream became hazy. At least until you saw her kissing Vision in your head in what seemed to be a last-ditch attempt of your brain to make you wake up. You pulled away and shook your head frantically. “No, no, this isn’t right, you’re with vision, just because I love you doesn’t mean you love me too… Or loved me, I guess because you’re dead, I saw it-” “You’re wrong.” “-with my own eyes. You died and you didn’t love me.” “Princessa, you’re wrong,” Wanda raised her voice slightly and you turned to her automatically. “I saw you die, Wanda, you’re dead.” “That’s not the thing you’re wrong about,” she sighed and came closer to you again, you wanted to step back, but found yourself unable to. It was like your feet were cemented onto the earth below you, “I might have died, but I loved you, I always did, I just didn’t realize until I saw that woman in that parallel universe, their version of me married to their version of you, living the life I wanted, not only having my children but also the spouse of my dreams. It wasn’t vision, vision was what I thought I deserved because you were always so pure, so fantastic, too good for me. But that fake-me made me realize that it’s not about what I deserve, it’s about what you need, you need someone to properly love and protect you. You need me, so how fortunate that you love me already.” Not quite able to process what she was saying you tried your waking-up tactics again before this turned even more nightmarish. You were distracted though when Wanda took you into a dancing position, putting your head against her and your body suddenly started dancing in sync with her without any input of your own. “Too bad that Stephen was already after me, I knew that he wouldn’t let me keep you safe in peace. He was a threat. But he would stop as soon as he thought he’d been victorious. He had to think I died and so I did. For a while at least-” you would have grown stiff in shock and fear if your body had still been listening to you, instead, you kept slightly swinging through the flower field with Wanda, “-It cost me a lot of Magic, but it was worth it. I’ll recover and then I’ll be able to get you into an actual little cabin at a lake, just like we always talked about, until then I’ll still be able to be with you in your dreams, where it’s just us two. Maybe we can start on making you actually believe that I love you, hmm, once we manage that we can move on to helping you accept me as your protector, okay? For now, I’ll just keep the bad dreams away, just you and me and the sunflowers.” Your body stopped swinging and even though you felt the control returning to your limbs you wouldn’t be able to do anything, frozen in shock. Wanda kissed you one more time before you suddenly shot up in bed, drenched in cold sweat. It took you a few minutes to calm down your heart from the excessive fear that was still lingering. You decided not to go back to sleep and made a note to ask Wong if he had an idea why his spell didn’t work as you made your way into the library where you assumed Stephen was wasting the night away over books, trying to ignore the fact that you could still feel the kiss on your lip, feel the stiffness in your joints that you had only ever felt in the afterwards of Wanda controlling you and the fact that you still felt her presence in your subconscious.

[rinbowaman]

heethans reaction if h/n posted revealing bikini pics with y/n on insta???

Warnings: yandere theme, slight bit of non-con turned dub con implied, choking, use of force, punishments, fingering, cursing, pet names, think that’s it.

A long day of classes. The weekend was too short as the first day of the week already drained you. How you wish tomorrow was Friday already.

“Hey y/n.”

A calm voice catches your attention up head and you recognize that deep tone and accent. “Oh, hey Jake.”

He smiles someehat mischievously as he walks in your direction. “What’s up?” You nervously smile as you route up your question. The expression on his face told you of his awareness in something that you felt as if you should know of.

“Nooooothing. Like your picture on IG. Maybe you can tell H/N where you got that swimsuit.” He speaks and stares down, but never pauses in his steps. He continues to walk past, unlike yourself, where you were caught off-guard by his words and stood still for a moment trying to figure if the slight bit of sarcasm was intentional.

You head out to meet with Heeseung at the curb, as usual. There he stood, leaning backs against the front passenger door with his arms crossed, his head angled at a downward tilt, allowing for his cap to cover his features. Some things will never change.

“Hey babe…I had a weird conversation with Jake just now—“ your mind snaps into a blank slate as you try to process the sudden jolt of movement that gripped you by the neck. Twirling you around, you found yourself being the one leaned up on the car, while being forced to fare directly into his eyes. His plush lips make contact with yours as he swipes his tongue over your bottom lip before breaking in and coating your entire mouth. “Bad girl.” He growls against youc barely breaking the kiss and allowing for you to catch a breath.

“W-what? I—“

“You what?” His voice antagonizes your unfinished sentence as he squeezes your throat. You let out a small gasp for air as you reach up, desperately trying to feed your fingers in between his in an attempt to loosen them. “H-Heeseung…”

“Can’t breathe baby?” Once again his words come off laconically. He propels a look of playful malice as he lets out a scoff through that wicked smirk. Kissing you once again, his tongue movements are much more aggressive. He finally releases the tightness of his hold, yet still has his palm wrapped around you. With your body being re-introduced to oxygen, your caught offguard when his free hand shoot’s down your jeans and feeds itself through your panties. He does not leave you any room to configure what was going on as he plunges his fingers inside you. “Time to feed Ethan.”

His dark expression turns murderous as you witness the switch on his personality. Unsure of what brought on this animalistic behavior, you beg him to give closure.

“W-what did I do wrong?”

He scoffs as he continues to violate you in the open parking lot, completely aware that no one was around to witness his volition, although you knew better than to figure that it wouldn’t have changed anything had there been eye witnesses present.

Biting down on your neck, he darkly chuckles against your skin, pinching it against his teeth. Taking his hand out from your jeans, he fishes it inside your satchel and pulls out your phone. Presenting it to your face, he lightly taps the screen against your collarbone. “No more social media for you.”

Leaning forward, he presses his nose in and rests his forehead against yours. “You just had to go and show off what’s mine. You trying to make me angry?” The smirk on his face flares sarcasm as you see past the smile and see nothing but anger. The way he grits his teeth was enough to nearly make you urinate your own jeans. “I—that wasn’t mean to—“

He cuts you off once more as he shoves you in the backseat. Nearly flinging you in, he straddles on top, restraining every bit of your movements. Pinching your chin, he forces you to face forward. “Don’t move.” He issues.

You knew better than to disobey. He was already mad, and considering he was Ethan now, doing anything more against his demands would only cause you pain. He’d make you pay for it all.

You felt him tighten his belt around your head, enforcing you to clamp down on it with your teeth. Oh no…

“Bite down, darling.” He says as he props himself on his knees, groin pressed against your buttocks as he stations your legs to rest around his waist. Undoing his jeans right before you, he smirks deviously. “Better the belt, than your own tongue, in which case I’ll bite it for you.”

Your eyes grow extremely teary as you brace for what is about to come. He smoothly pulls your jeans off, along with your panties. Rubbing the nub of your clot with his thumb, he fishes out his lengthy member and pulls his own jeans down just enough, until the waistband rests against his upper thighs. Slapping the tip against your swollen lips, he aims the head of his cock to hit your clit dead center. You whimper and jolt, all to his pleasure. “Let’s have some fun, hmm? I know i will.”

His words stamp your ears as you feel the sting of his swollen head pushing in. Without any four play, you weren’t exactly prepared to take in his member so suddenly. Your body hadn’t had the chance to lube up.

“Don’t worry baby, you’ll be wet here in a sec. And you don’t have to be in a bathing suit to enjoy riding the waves this time. Ethan’s got you.”

[heartfullofleeches]

Grand Prize: Yandere Show Host x Reader

Summary: A road trip leads to you becoming a guest on a radio game show. What could possibly go wrong

Tw: scoptophobia, body horror 

word count:4.7k

Dread. The single, perfect word to describe how you felt as you tightly gripped your steering wheel. The wide open roads singled you out, tossed further into the sea of obscurity with each bump you hit. You can’t recall how it happened; one wrong turn leading you to current turmoil. You were lost – sure of it. Lost, and the only way back on track was with the assistance of another – if you’d ever came across anyone. 

A few weeks prior, you had won a luxurious vacation for a weeks day at some fancy resort. Most likely a company thing; given you don’t recall signing up for it and you received the news at work. One moment you’re doing your job, and the next your hands were clasped by a strange man with an iron grip and a flashy smile – congratulating you on the win. Due to some error on their end, you had to get there on your own with a car provided by them. This wasn’t a terrible deal since the drive was only twelve hours and you were allowed to keep the car – until your phone died and you had to rely on your own navigation skills. 

You remain on lookout for any place to receive directions, the last fifty miles was nothing but mountains and desolate side roads. As luck would have it, you eventually spot a sign for a diner a few kilometers ahead. You make a beeline for the exit as it approaches; the  smooth asphalt road fading into bumpy gravel and dirt. 

You drive down a narrow path till you reach the establishment; walls painted a faded orange. The air stood still despite the dust filled parking area, time frozen in the mid hours of day. You park in one of the many vacant spots and head for the door. A bell’s chime signals your arrival; multiple heads turning in your direction including the lone waiter tending to another guest. 

“I'll be with you in just a second! Take any seat you’d like.”

You do as told, sitting in a booth by a window. A TV hung overhead, images fading in and out through a fog of static. What you could see seemed to be a reading of lottery numbers; the announcer an ink blot in a suit beside the bold lettering. Aside from you, there's less than a dozen people in the diner. An older couple, a group of young adults around your age or older, and so on. All were enamored with their own lives, chatting amongst each other while they waited. A few eyes glanced your way, but you paid little mind. 

Although the place was far from packed, the next time you see the waiter they’re carrying multiple orders. Balancing the plates, they have no time to figure out whose order is whose, calling out to the others as an alternative. In the commotion, they nearly trip over their own feet and send food flying – something you notice and decide to help with. 

“Can I help you?” You ask, bracing your arms beneath one of the trays as they regain balance.

“Y-yes. Thank you.” Clearly flustered, the waiter hands off one of the trays to you – pointing in the direction of its table. You set it down and return to your own table to wait for them to finish. Finally, they reach you, pen in hand and a soft smile on their face. They place a number stand on the table; the number is scratched but still somewhat eligible.

“Thanks again for your help. What can I get for you?”

“Actually, I was hoping if you could help me with some directions?” 

“Oh, sure. If you can wait a minute, I’m about to go on break.”

Once their break begins, you discuss the directions and other things that come by in passing. You, your trip and them, their life in the town not too far beyond the diner. Jamie, as their nametag read, had grown tired of small town life. They planned to leave as soon as the opportunity arose, even throwing their hat into the ring for the lotto. You had noticed them looking around throughout your conversation, but didn’t know the reason. You look up at the television, the final number yet to be read. You could have sworn the listing had began before you arrived, shouldn’t it have been over by now? 

“07”

The voice is as clear as day amongst the static. Jamie’s head snaps up to the TV at the announcement, then to the ticket in hand – then a final time upward. The final number had just been read; the shine in their eyes a clear telling of events to come. 

“I…I won..” 

“Wait, seriously?” Jamie slides the ticket over for you to see; the first string of numbers matching perfectly with those on screen. The expression on their face is difficult to describe with one word. Disbelief, jubilation, and…… something you can’t quite put your finger on. 

“Congratulations.” Is all you can muster.

“I can’t believe I won..” They stand up; overcome with emotion and wanting to express it with any in proximity – you being the only person available. They sling their arms around you like you’re long time friends; body shaking from joy. Understanding the sentiment, you return the hug; eyes wondering over to the clock on the wall. Time had slipped away from you; hands pointed nearly two hours from when you first arrived. 

“I’m really happy for you, but I need to get going soon.” You mutter sheepishly; lightly tugging on their arm. Their body stills completely  For a second, you wonder their heart had stopped before they finally slither their arms from around you.

“Right. Sorry. Just a bit overwhelmed. Here.” They reach into their pocket, placing a coin in your open palm. 

“A quarter? What’s this for?”

They point over to a wall of capsule machines. “You really helped me out today. In more ways than one in a weird way.”

The confusion on your face only worsens. They move their finger over to the number stand. Scratched and worn to all hell, you could still make out the distinct curve of a number seven on the board. 

“You picked those numbers out yourself, though.”

“Still, I’d like you to have something to remember me by. It’s going to be kinda hard to forget you.”

The faintest glow of red dusts their cheeks. Not wanting to push it, you walk over to the machines; eyes on your back the whole while. It takes a hard turn to get your reward, gears stuck from lack of use. Out pops a keychain in a grey capsule. It appears to be just a ball on the chain, gold star in its center. 

-

Back in your car and on the right road, you start to relax a bit. The stress from earlier seemed silly in hindsight. You start playing around with the radio; limited, but decent options passing along. After picking your music of choice, you lean back in your seat – getting to know it and the landscape rolling by. You hum along, tapping your finger against the wheel to the beat. 

“Ladiiies and Gentlemen!”

The abrupt and rather loud change cause you to swerve; volume a few notches too high for your ears. On reflex, you turn it down before you can process what happened. You then push buttons at random, trying ad nauseam to change the station; but nothing happens. The new voice, masculine and boastful, continues on without bother.

“Boy and girls. Those lovely folks who are neither or both. Welcome back to your favorite show with your favorite host – Eyes on the prize! The only game where everyone goes home a winner.”

Thunderous applause and a generic soundtrack crowd the air that the speaker leaves to fill. A game show? That was certainly – different. Initially annoyed, you decide to listen – as if you had any sat in the first place.

“Unfortunately, our guest couldn’t make it today due to some…. unforeseen circumstances.”

A few boos and “aw's” echo from the crowd, the host chuckling at the display. 

“Worry not, folks. For we have a solution. As much as we’d like to give you a chance, we think it’s only fair for the listeners to get a turn. The first person to call this number will be today’s lucky contestant.” 

The host lists off the number to call, the crowd silent in anticipation. You wait along with them, festive music looping in the background, buzzing in your ears like flies – right behind them like a backseat driver. Once you got home, you needed to get thus radio checked out. Five minutes go by with nothing; not even a second reading of the number. Must not have been a popular station. 

Your luck had already been running high with this trip, so what could be the harm of throwing the hook once more? Stopping on the side of the road, you pick up your phone and dial the number, line connecting before the first ring. You swear you could hear the grin on the other end, voice doubled as it sounds through the radio and your speaker.

“H-Hello?”

“Looks like we got our caller, folks, and from their voice it sounds like we have a real catch. Welcome to the show!”

The crowd's cheering keeps you from a response, their enthusiasm knowing no ends – except for when he speaks.

“Quiet down, everyone. I have to give our guest a warm greeting! Guest isn’t the right word for you, though. We couldn’t do today’s show without you! You’re more like a.. co-host.” He muses, seeming pleased with his choice of words. 

“We’re so glad to have you here, so, would you do us the honors and introduce yourself?”

“My name is Y/n…” You pause, thinking of what to say. “I’m on vacation and I came across this station on accident, but I called in since no one else seemed to.”

“Wonderful. Just wonderful! If you’re lucky you’ll be walking away with even more than all the excitement that might bring. The rules are simple. All you have to do is answer five round of three questions, and make sure you don’t hang up. Real easy stuff, got?”

“Okay..”

“Perfect! First question, what do bees make?”

“..honey?”

There’s a chime – like someone dragging a mallet over xylophone, followed by canned cheering.

“That’s correct! We always ease into things in the beginning – but I can tell you’ll do great! Let’s continue.”

You place your phone in the seat beside you, pulling your car out of park and drifting back on the road. While road safety was important, you hadn’t seen another vehicle for the majority of your travel plus you were sure you could keep your focus on the road.

“Question two,  Which organ has four chambers?”

“Um.. the heart.”

The sound queue plays again. 

“Question three… Are you.. alone?”

There’s a subtle change in his tone with the last word, losing its exuberant manner for one, single precise moment. The background music drowns in the awaiting silence; all waiting for your answer though you can't see the starving look in their stares.

Answer quickly.

“Y-yes?” 

The music returns with gusto, the crowd clapping in approval at your answer and to the end of the first round. 

“Cor-rect! Bit of a trick question, but we need to make sure you aren't cheating. And with that we have our first round! Pat yourself on the back.”

You let go of a breath you hadn't realized you were holding onto. Out of nowhere, there's the sharp ringing of a phone piercing your ears.

“You know what that means, folks, it's time for our audience questionnaire break! What that means for you, Y/n, is that some lucky few will be asking you whatever comes to mind. We like to let our crowd get real personal with our guests. You're allowed to not answer, of course, but what you do will be considered extra points.

You nod subconsciously; realizing your mistake as you blurt out. “Give me all you got.”

“That’s what we like to hear~. Let’s pick our first asker, shall we?” There's an uproar of eager people, shouting over each other like a group of seagulls. A drum rolls out; the image of a stage light shining over the crowd coming to your mind. You image it landing on one individual, as all the noise stops except for an excited squeal.

“You there, down in front. Come on up!”

Footsteps screech along tile floors; feedback booming from the mic as you hear another voice. “Hello, I'm S from California and I've been a huge fan of the show for a while. I'm excited to be here, and to meet you. What do you do in your free time?”

You answer honestly. The process continues.

“What color are your eyes?”

“What makes you laugh?”

“Who knows you best?”

“Favorite color?”

You answer them all as truthful as possible. No point in lying. 

“Do you consider yourself to be a lucky person.”

The question throws you off guard; delivered robotic and cold. In a way, the voice was almost recognizable. Thinking back to the question, you didn't really know. Sure, you won this trip, but there were other parts of your life that couldn't be dealt to someone who had lucky constantly on their side.

“I.... I don't know”

The xylophone plays again. You thought that was only for right answers. 

“I see..”

“Wait what was-”

“Are you single?”

In the few seconds for the words to leave your mouth, the person had slipped away, replaced by another with a query that makes you forget the last instantly. You reluctantly answer; it being the last question in this particular segment. 

Round two starts without a hitch – questions slightly harder, but still in the realms of basic trivia. It's over almost as soon as it began, another tremendous applause at your completion. The road goes smoothly as the questions. but you notice that the sun was still high in the sky; just faintly dipping into a mellow evening. It was by no means late, but by now there should had been a hint of nightfall on the horizon. 

“Are you nervous in front of others ?”

“What's the first thing someone should know about you?”

“What’s your zodiac sign.”

Your throat feels dry; tongue stuck to the roof of your mouth. You should have got something to drink at the diner before you left. 

“I think it’s time for a bit of change, don’t you folks? We’ll call this round, the sensory round. Y/n, what is the animal that makes this sound?” 

You hear a bird’s chirp, and answer accordingly.

“Yet another right answer. How about this one?”

Two tap against glass, too close to be from a soundboard, clicking straight in your ear, as though it came from your back window. Your body tenses; glancing out towards the back seat through the side view mirror. Empty as could be. 

“Is everything alright?”

You rub the anxiety from your eyes. “Yea I’m.. I’m fine. Could you repeat it?”

“Certainly, my dear.” The sound plays again, a full fist instead of the gentle fingers from what you hear the first time. It rings along a different surface; hollow and wooden.

“Someone knocking on a door?”

“Perfection. Final question of the round. What do you see on the billboard you are about to pass?”

Your heart falls into your stomach. As if on queue, you rush past a billboard; its message burnt in though you only see it for a split second. Bold black lettering on a yellow background; an eye hiding in the lens of a camera beside it – staring down all who passed. 

“Smile. You’re on camera.”

“T..there’s a picture of a camera.”

That damn xylophone chimes yet again; the applause popping like fireworks in your ears.

 “What a fantastic round! We’ll skip on the questions this time, you need the rest.” 

Your hands tremble. Was this some kind of prank. You need to hang up the phone – you felt it; but you can’t. A sharp ping hits your stomach; hunger stronger than the worry. A sign comes up for a gas station a few miles ahead. Before you could figure out what the hell was going on, you needed to take care of.

-

The store is quiet, the only occupants being you and the cashier with lidded eyes pointed at a magazine at the counter. He watches you, surprised to see someone around his age all the way out here. Your phone hung dormant in your pocket. Something told you leaving it behind wasn’t a wise decision. Shrinking under the many surveillance cameras around the place; you grab your items of choice and head over to the desk. Your phone buzzes for the tenth time before you’re able to retrieve it; unlocking to find dozens of messages from your boss wondering where you are. 

“What… but I thought.”

“Is everything alright?”

“Yea, my boss just is asking where I am, but I thought he knew I was off for the week.”

His lip quirks. “Sounds rough..” He slides a card “First cup of coffee is on the house, and by the looks of it, you might need it...” He trails off at the end. 

“Thank you, but I don’t need it. I shouldn’t be on the road for too much longer.” You try your best to smile, placing your items on the corner. The guy looks you up and down; a flash of recognition coursing his eyes as he looks at your pocket.

“If that’s what you want. “ He rings up your things and bags them up for you. As you grab the bags, you hear the scratches of a pen before your receipt is thrust your way; crumbled slightly as if to hide what was written. You take it, but his hand remains clutched; eyes narrowed at the paper. He straightens as you lightly tugging on it, smiling as he let's go. 

“Have a pleasant day.”

-

You head outside, turning the paper over. You didn’t know what you expected, but it definitely wasn’t what you read.

“Drop your phone and run. Make it an accident.”

“We’re back, folks.” The voice makes you jump. No music in the backdrop. No audience. Only Host.

“Now, Y/n. We only have one question for round four. What’s on the paper.”

You don’t respond, making a break for the car. The light of the gas station fades into obscurity as you fumble with the door. His voice raises ever so slightly – like a parent scolding their child.

“Don’t ignore me. Or you’ll have to face a penalty.”

You climb inside, your phone tumbling from your pocket without intention. Making sure to turn off the radio, you peel out of the station. The second lane is no longer there, but you pay no heed – intending to return the way you came no matter what it took. Nightfall had finally taken hold, swallowing the road around you. The stars hang low like stage lights; forever unblinking – never deterring from the ones below their gaze. The radio jolts to life with a pitched cry.

“I really wouldn’t like to see you get hurt, Y/n. Even though you broke a rule, I’m willing to forgive you. Just answer the question.” 

“I quit!”

“You can’t.”

Your foot slams down on the gas; trying to run from the voice as if it wasn’t in the seat next to you – whispering. Soothing in a melancholic way; preferable to the cries of outrage behind you. Your silence was worse than a refusal to answer; mocking those who waited for your turn – those who fell before you. You would never experience the same fate as them, and they all knew it; longing for the moment they could have a chance at joining you to their nameless chorus. 

Luminescence finally breaks the endless darkness, persisting past a single beacon like the diner or the gas station. A town; your guard raised in defense, but unlimitedly known it’s where you end up where you liked it or no. What could you even do once you got there? Going to the police was completely out of the question. You just needed to get your head clear.

The entry to the town dawns, streets empty just like everything before it. 

You hurry to the first desk, slapping whatever bills you could find on the surface with no explanation. The manager pushes a key over to you; you not even bothering to look up at them as you run off. The room is on the other side of the hotel, in its on little pocket of isolate. You shut the door; slinking down it to the floor below. You hold your head in your hands. This was all just some kind of fucked up prank. You’d be home before you knew it. 

Taking deep breaths, you survey the area. The average twin bedded room you’d see in movies; the mattress your own slice of heaven. You'd go to sleep, leave the second morning broke, and never look back. If the buzzing would let you rest; swarming in your head. You should probably turn off the TV. 

The tv. The one thing you didn’t notice on your first look around. Static dances across the screen, washing out to a clear image; and you finally see it. See him. The thing that’s been haunting you your whole journey. Slicked back hair. An ashed suit matching his single toned body. An eternal smile plastered on his face from ear to ear; hooked to the flesh like a skin tight mask. Featureless beyond, his blank face points directly at you and you can swear that that grin gets even wider.

“Y/n I have something to admit. I’ve gone pretty easy on you this entire time. You’re… not like anyone else we’ve ever had.. Special. My generosity can only go far. I can only protect you from so much.”

There’s a bang on the door, rattling it in its hinges; shaking every bone in your body. 

“Please answer the question.”

A bang, followed by studio laughter. 

“Answer me.”

Bang.

“My shining star.” 

“H…he told me to run away.”

Everything goes hush. Everything except for the tell-tale sign you won yet another around. The laud is overpowering; whistles of cheer and chants of adoration blocking all other senses out.

“There we have it! Let’s get this show over with and bring our star home.”

The television shuts off, accompanied by the slick of someone peeling tape from a wall. Your surroundings quiver, foundation falling around due to lack of unseen support. They crash against titled floors; no longer there to shield you from piercing lights above. You cover your eyes with your hands as you get used to them, narrowing your vision at whatever lies before you. You sit on the floor of a large stage; reflection bouncing off the smooth, black surface. You see rows upon rows of filled chairs; silhouettes squirming in their confines from hyperactivity. You aren’t keen on finding out what lied in the shadows. You direct your attention to the person towering over you to ignore it; tapping the mic in hand to get both your and everyone’s focus. 

“And here they are! What a beaut, wouldn’t you agree?”

The clapping is unnatural; prolonged by skin sticking against skin – hollow strikes thrown into the mix like hitting bone. Host helps you to your feet, his fingers cold around your wrist; stiff like in a stage of rigor mortis, but soft to the touch. Looking at him, it was easy to see his suit was just an itch or two off from properly fitting his long limbs; the two a match regardless of the shortage.

“Unfortunately, things aren’t over yet. We still have one last round for you to complete.”

“Why me?....”

“Well you did call us, Y/n.”

“You said I’m different from the others, but why?”

The question shuts him up. If he were able, you were sure he’d had a neutral expression on his face. In an instant, he bursts out laughing; audience joining along with him.

“Why. Why, I haven’t the faintest idea and that’s what makes you so amazing! Your kind appear to obsess over the smallest thing. The one that seemed most interesting, was luck. A ripe source of it for you was these silly little shows, and I couldn’t help but play along. It became one of mine as well. A good host always studies his guests well, and I studied you for alooong time. It was like you knew you were being watched. You started to make me become interested in these I wouldn’t have be in a thousand years. It’s.. fascinating.”

His body writhes beneath his words, muscles pulled right against his bones. The skeleton is unlike anything human just from what you see. Ever changing – a formless shape attempting to keep configuration. Jutting with each chuckle, his expressionless face contorts; reality blending to make room for the perverse allusion that is his true shelf. Digits curl and stretch the flesh even further; threatening to break the barrier keeping whatever inside. Your body tell you to run; somehow knowing if any of . A covetous existence wanting to swallow you whole. With a blink of an eye, he returns to “normal”. 

“Sorry about that. Having you here does.. things to me. I was keen on letting you enjoy your vacation, possibly for the rest of your day’s; but the thought of you by my side sidetracked those plans. A treat like you will be a hit with our audience. I'd never let them anywhere near you though. Call it penalty for losing.”

You glance back at the crowd. In the massive sea, your able to make out the shadow of a nametag pinned to one’s shirt and a pair of headphones on another.

“So everyone out there … lost?”

“Ding ding ding. Smart as ever, Y/n. Unfortunately, there will always be repercussions in life, but I’d say this one isn’t so bad. They get a front row seat to the show and if they’re lucky… they get to play a part in it too.”

His voice fluctuates at the end of the sentence; hard to point out who he was impersonating. 

“My eyes in the streets, but of course eyes do wonder sometimes; such as what happened earlier. It was rude to send you, but I’ll forgive him this time. Of course, you were never in any danger. You could say I was in your pocket the entire time. Our guests never wanted to harm you either. Just a little pressure to get you talking. Enough with the questions, least from your end. It’s fine for the final question.”

The concluding praise is unlike all before it; shrieks high to false heavens and soulful. Host places his hands on your shoulders, pushing you forward to their eminence delight. He cranes his body down to your height; grip firm as he breathes. 

“Listen to those people. They love you. We all want you to stay. You’ll be awarded with whatever your mortal body desires, long as you remain under our gaze. We'll have plenty of guests, but the spotlight will always be on you. Our everlasting star. If you answer correctly you win. We all do.”

“For the grand prize of eternity, will you be my co-host?”

[omkookie]

You're not getting away! You're his.

🩷ANON🩷: Lovers to enemies to lovers again - Reader dates the yandere but soon gets tired of their yandere shtick and tries to escape, but nope. you're not getting away

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere themes, Toxic relationship, Crazy Liam. 15+ // F!MC.

You were his lover. His reason to live, his everything. You were the reason he's still alive after he tried to kill himself, But now you're trying to leave him?!

There's only you for him.

You give him life, You make him happy. You showed him what love is...

You're his.

You're his.

You're his.

You can't leave him! He'll get on his knees and beg you to not leave if he has to.

He can't live without you, He prefers you kill him over of leaving him.

Liam clings to you so hard. Your skin crawls as you realize that you really should have just packed your bags and left without saying anything. If only you had done that, then you wouldn't have to deal with the current mess.

"Liam." You say his name sternly, making him flinch at the tone of your voice. "Let me go. I don't want to deal with this anymore."

"I..." Liam mumbles, All while the distressed look on his face becomes even more evident. With each second that passes, it's like his composure crumbles away. He looks like a mess, and you do feel a pang of guilt in your chest for it, However, You quickly remind yourself that you can't be with him anymore and that this shouldn't influence your decision to leave him.

Liam was impossible to deal with. You tried everything to make your relationship work, and halfway in you would have never even thought about leaving him. It took a lot of self reflecting and looking at the bigger picture for you to realize that your relationship was dysfunctional. It started as something sweet, far too sweet, which quickly turned toxic. Liam was overbearing, he acted out on impulse, and somehow his curse had managed to get even worse. Because of his curiosity, he had started doing things to you which you didn't like or approve of. This all led to the downfall of your relationship, and the final straw for you which was today. You're not tired physically, But mentally you're exhausted. You just want to put this all behind you, forget about the crown, and leave Liam in the past.

"Is it... Is it because of another man?" Liam asks frantically, his hands reaching towards you to grab your wrists. He holds your wrists in a bruising grip, and you look at him with a disgusted expression, wondering if he has officially lost his mind.

"No." You say firmly, before snapping at him, "I'm leaving because of YOU, Liam. You've gone crazy over the past year, and I don't want to put up with your lunatic tendencies. Please seek therapy, and get mental help—"

"You...You're leaving me because of another man..."

As expected, He's delusional.

While you look at him like he's gone mad, Liam feels his heart crumble into millions of pieces. You were actually doing this... You were going to leave him for another man. Is it because he himself wasn't a good enough lover to you? is that why you decided to seek comfort in the arms of another?... He really is pathetic and good for nothing.

But.. he won’t let you leave. He pulls you to him harshly by your wrist, and he then drags you to your shared bedroom… the one you took all of your belongings out of, but would soon put back anyway.

He’s all over you. He’s kissing your neck, he’s grabbing your hips and squeezing your curves. He’s telling you how much he loves you. He’ll show you how much he loves you. Heck, he’ll love you so hard that you’ll forget all about the other man.

He pushes you down onto the bed, and even though you're trying to convince yourself to push him away harder, and tell him to stop, you can't. You let him do it, you hold him close, And your arms wrap around his neck as you shamelessly kiss him back.

If he loves you hard enough then all will be forgiven and forgotten… right?

He'll remind you why you love him.

You're not getting away.

You'll be stuck in this toxic cycle of trying to leave and then staying.... Until death breaks you apart.

[yanphobia]

Athazagoraphobia - Chapter 2

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of forgetting, and being forgotten.

Pairing: Yandere Male Merman OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, The Ocean, Body Horror, NonCon Touching, Dubcon, Female Reader, Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 1 Index Chapter 3

Author's Note: hi im alive again

This is fine, you’re doing fine. Nothing is wrong. 

If you kept telling yourself that, then maybe you’d start to believe it. The yacht was a decent size and very well decorated. It wasn’t even that far from the coast, only a few miles as it circled the bay for the evening, but despite acknowledging this, you felt like you were alone on a raft, stranded at sea. 

Refusing to look out the windows, let alone go outside on the deck, you shifted your focus onto the guests around you. Seeing everyone so happy and carefree eased your stress a bit. People from the school that you and Sammie attended, Sammie’s family, Jonah’s family... this helped you remember that you were not alone. All of you were here, tonight, to celebrate the engagement together. 

Although this took your mind off the fact that you were out on the water, it presented another fear – Sammie's engagement. You knew, in your heart, that this was her decision to make, but you also knew that she was making a horrible mistake. Jonah was a good man, true, but they were too young to take this step. It was too soon for Sammie’s life to change; you weren’t ready for her to leave you behi- 

“There you are!” There she was. “Why don’t you come outside? The moon is coming out!” 

“I don’t know, maybe in a little bit?” You offered, not trying to offend her. 

“[Y/N]…" she said in that disappointed tone that you hated so much. “Is everything alright? You seem kinda off.” 

“I’m fine!” you rushed to assure her, “I’m just a bit seasick.” 

“Are you sure? You’re more quiet than usual...” 

“Sammie, I-” 

You wanted to tell her everything. You wanted to say how little her exposure therapy had helped you, how much you opposed this marriage, how afraid you were. But, even as a deafening, screeching sound reverberated through the yacht, you weren’t sure that you could. 

It seemed like no time at all before the lights began flickering, and the guests began whipping their heads back in forth in utter confusion. And then... there was the panic. As the yacht jerked to the side, all the guests began to realize that a terrible accident had occurred. The lights had cut out entirely, and the yacht was rocking violently from side to side. It was apparent to everyone - the boat was sinking. 

“Sammie!” 

You stared into her eyes, now wide as dinner plates as she realized the situation. You were miles away from the shore, and with a free bar, it was virtually impossible for anyone to swim to safety. 

“They have lifeboats!” You tried to calm her, “They have measures in place-” 

Another rock, and people began screaming.  

As the staff began rushing to contain everyone, you began to hear a familiar humming sound. Oh God, no. You felt numb as your hands began to shake.   “No, no...” you murmured, trying desperately to get ahold of yourself. “This isn’t real, it’s all in your head... Sammie...” 

You turned to her in an attempt to find something that could ground you, but as you saw the blank, distant look on her face, you could tell that she could hear it as well. The sound was coming from outside, just beyond the deck. Then she started to follow it. 

“Sammie! No...!”  

You weren’t quite sure what happened next, in all honesty. Everything was a blur, and yet time seemed to crawl by. Between the chaos of the sinking ship, your incoming panic, and your attempts to stop Sammie from leaving, you suddenly found yourself outside, grasping onto the rails of the deck with one hand and Sammie’s arm In the other. 

The rocking had only grown more intense as did the sound. You could no longer lie to yourself that you were just imagining things, and your head began to feel light as you were forced to accept that there was something in the water below you. You struggled to stay standing as the yacht sunk down and the waves began crashing into you. There was a man calling out to you, and you were unsure if he was a guest or staff member.  

Something crashed into the side of the yacht, causing it to rock violently. You used the momentum to roughly shove Sammie towards the man. Doing this caused you to lose your balance, and another sharp rock launched you backwards towards the balcony. You grabbed onto it for dear life, but your hands slipped off the wet rails and you were quickly tossed over the side. You were dead silent, in shock, as you plummeted into the dark waters below. 

---

Dying. You were dying. 

You had to be; it was the only way to explain this feeling. Despite how hard you had tried throughout the years to prevent it, you were now experiencing your worst possible fear – drowning alone, forgotten, in the ruthless sea. You flailed your limbs reflexively, gracelessly, in hopes of pulling yourself back to the surface. You screamed; the water too dark to see anything with your bulging eyes as it forced its way down your throat and into your lungs. Your mind was racing, all of your regrets at the forefront of it. How could it all end this way? You had such potential, so many things that you wanted to do and experience – how could you die so soon, so pitifully?! 

You could barely register the freezing water, or the hard ocean floor you laid on, as you felt your body being torn apart, unable to accept that you were being eaten alive. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you could feel your legs being broken, the salt of the water stinging the open wounds as your delicate flesh had been ripped off. Your skin split where your ribs were torn apart, your spine feeling as though it were being pulled from your body. Your eyes, your hands, your teeth – everything burned in the worst way possible.  

Above, everyone scattered around in pure chaos, but below the surface the silence was deafening. Here it was just you and your attacker. You felt your lungs shift one final time, and you could’ve sworn that you heard yourself screaming loud and clear before your consciousness slipped away. 

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! DELINQUENT! OC x READER

As celebration for 1K followers and 1K likes on the HAIRPIN | POPPED short fic. I have drawn a sketch of Mori and made another fic for you all ! Enjoy ;D

Please read the previous fic linked above for context.

warnings: [y/n] is masc leaning though i don’t use anything specific to describe them. [y/n] is kind of a terrible person. perv! mori. mentions of sex. underwear theft. stalking. m. masturbation.

IT TOOK MORI AN EMBARRASSING AMOUNT OF TIME TO NOTICE THAT YOU TWO WERE IN THE SAME CLASS. But now that he knew, he made sure to attend as much as he can. Shamelessly staring at you like he was about to have you as his next meal.

This would have prompted your classmates to warn you, if you weren’t such a menace and a half yourself.

From what Mori learned from his stalking, you were about as bad as he was when it came to physical hostility only that yours came in the form of verbal and emotional assaults. You were known for turning even the most popular person in campus into an outcast with just a click of a button. It became your job to basically be on the know-how of everyone. You probably knew everything there is about Mori himself.

He found out after seeing an underclassman confess to you. Poor kid had his heart shattered when you told him that you shared his declined terrific confessions about wanting to be railed by you, to not only the entire school, but the internet as well.

What was even worse was that kid still liked you after all that. Apparently you two were acquaintances and he had unknowingly saved the junior from getting his ass beat by kicking the bullies’. And that led to you and Mori meeting.

Tch. Why did he have to owe that lanky piece of shit the honor of encountering you?

After going through the 5 stages of grief that is falling in love with you. Mori decided to just fuck it and accept the fact that he ain’t getting you out of his heart and/or mind anytime soon.

Might as well indulge his feelings.

By that he means following you everywhere.

And he means everywhere.

His lackeys are so confused. Why was Boss stalking you? You had a horrid reputation like him, but you only attacked when provoked. But the way Boss was staring you down said otherwise. His horny was mistaken as anger.

This would have prompted them to ‘deal’ with you. If you didn’t threaten their social lives.

So for the next month it had been a standstill. Until one fateful day. When you dragged him to a dark, abandoned shed behind the school.

And started taking off your pants/skirt, and your undergarments. Your genitalia out for show.

“Wh-Wha—Wait— I’m—“ He stuttered. He’d seen you strip many times before. Even masturbating inside your closet and on your bed. But seeing you do it right in front of him with nothing between you two was still . . . new but nice . . . and a tad bit overwhelming.

“It’s my underwear.” You dangle the piece of cloth on front of his face. Using your free hand to put your pants/skirt back on.

“I can see that, why are you giving me your dirty ass—“

“I was thinking it may have been the kid. Taking all my laundry and all that. But then you started following me everywhere.”

“Y-You knew?!”

“I was guessing. But now I know.” You shrugged casually, as if you hadn’t just dropped the biggest bombshell in the world. As if you hadn’t just exposed his depraved actions towards youz

“Which brings me to my next point, I want you to go out with me.”

“What?!”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“YES! I mean, yes — But . . . why ?”

“Well it’s an equal exchange. I’d have a boyfriend to stop all those pesky confessions and attempts at my life, which you have been doing for me in the background. Thank you, by the way—“

“You’re- You’re welcome? You could have said something—“

“Let me talk properly before I change my mind.” Tired of holding your underwear, you decided to throw it on his face before continuing, “And you, get to take all the underwear you’d like. Get to take me on all the dates you’d like. Maybe even fuck me in whatever place or position you’d like.”

This was too good to be true. Mori was leaking from the words coming out your mouth, but he had to make sure he wasn’t getting himself into a situation he didn’t want.

“What’s the catch?”

“It’s simple. Know your place. I take the reins of this relationship. Not you. I make the decisions and adjustments to this exchange. Not you. We’ll break up when I say so. So there’s no backing out on your terms I’m afraid.”

The arrangements seemed unfair. Too perfect. It wasn’t as if he’ll break up with you at any moment, he’ll just have to focus on keeping your eyes on him. There was nothing to be afraid of. Doubt still permeated, but even then . . .

“Deal.” He answered immediately. The benefits were too good to care about essentially being a guard dog. He might as well indulge as he has been.

This time without the time spent hesitating on his decision.

“Let’s make good on that deal right now, shall we?”

[ YANDERE DELINQUENT / MORI CHARACTER PROFILE ]

[running-with-kn1ves]

🧎‍♀️more edira????? in evil old lesbian office worker we trust 🙏

how about a honeymoon-esque vacation scenario??? I am dying to see more of casual edira, the way she was in that last drabble ahgdgshababnabab

ur writing is just so good 💝

A/N: This is so kind! I was really surprised that Edira kept showing up in my inbox but I can't complain! I didn't want to jump to honeymoon just yet so here's a little vacation/beach episode :D

CW: blackmail/forced relationship, power imbalance, edira grabbing reader’s butt, overall possessive red flags --WC:2300

Synopsis: vacay with your powertrip of a girlfriend Edira! But her workaholic tendencies are hard to escape. 

Taking “official” photos was always a humbling experience. You looked down at your passport ID for the hundredth time, grimacing at how dead you looked in the grainy picture. 

“It’s not that bad. And see, the light hit your eyes perfectly,” Edira promised, but it didn’t fix the frown on your face as you focused on each blemish and pore that was exacerbated tenfold in the tiny image that represented who you were across country lines. 

“Easy for you to say, you look the same as you did in your headshots on the branch website..” 

You looked at her from the bed, watching the back of her sandy grey-blonde head shake with a sigh. The business woman rapidly typed away on her glowing laptop, seemingly irritated by the crashing waves outside the open sliding doors. 

“Well, if you really want we can get it taken again, when I put my last name on there too.” 

At that, you were quiet. Moving in together, and now vacations across boarders…. Her reference to marriage shouldn’t have been shocking, but it put all other thoughts in your brain to a stop. You didn’t really want to marry her, did you? Your blackmailing boss who was more like a war general than a tender lover, one who daydreamed about bending you over her desk more than what flowers she’d want at the ceremony venue. The possibility of staring into her bleak expression at an empty, cold courthouse and being forced to elope was something that made your frown droop even further. 

The sad excuse of a wedding depressed you more than the thought of marrying Edira at all. 

But you shook that despairing vision out of your head-- you were here to relax, to get away from the stress of your office environment (your coworkers)  and neverending projects with cutthroat deadlines (running reports and files to Edira as soon as she requests them.)

“Well, I still don’t know how I convinced you to let us do this. I mean, I didn’t think you ever took vacations. When’s the last time you went on a trip that wasn’t for work?”

Edira stopped her clacking, french tips scraping along one of the computer’s keys. 

“This is my first. I never had any reason to use my PTO days, until now.”

Wow, you really WERE dating a workaholic. What kind of insane person doesn’t use their personal days the second they get the chance? If you had been more than a temp, you would’ve taken all of yours the second Edira tried to indoctrinate you into her little play “date” plan.

“Well then why are you doing work!? This is one of the few times you can get away with not being available every other second of the day. You’ve been on your computer since we got on the plane-- isn’t it time we actually, you know, vacationed?”

Edira returned to her email writing. “They might need me, I’m the only one who has access to the other branches’ inf--”

“C’monn, I think they’ll be fine without you for an hour or two. Otherwise, what was the point of coming here..” You hopped to the screen doors, opening the curtains to see the glimmering ocean right outside your suite.The sand rippled with the blowing wind, completely void of footsteps or life.  “I mean we LITERALLY have the ocean right here and you’d rather stare at your laptop.” 

Edira hummed, not convinced. 

Yikes; If you wanted to explore the island you were supposed to be vacationing on, you’d need to pull out the big guns. 

“You’d rather focus on your work than… spend time with me?” Your voice cracked, looking at the ships far away from your corner of the coast. It was physically sickening to sweeten yourself up in order to get Edira’s favor. But how else could you actually use this once-in-a-lifetime chance to swim in the Indian Ocean, to experience something, anything, outside of your boring desk job and droning urban life. 

At your buttered up question, Edira paused. You could see her looking at you from the corner of her eye, unreadable. 

She shut her laptop. Pushing away from the desk she sighed, running a sharp hand through her hair, tight jaw clenching and unclenching. 

“Put your bathing suit on.” Was all she said, unzipping the back of her form-fitting dress. 

You didn’t say anything, no claps of excitement or relentless thank you’s-- lest she change her mind to ruin your fun. You hurried to change your shorts and souvenir shirt (A present from the airport gift shop; Edira saw you eyeing it) as the businesswoman walked to the master bathroom. 

You prayed to be faster than her, hoping she wouldn’t catch you in a position that sparked her lust.

You were running around looking for sunscreen and towels when she came out, hands on her hips and dark sunglasses propped on her head. Even in her backless one piece, she looked like an executive on a business trip,  hard glare in her eyes and a muted black covering the front of her body. From the back however, a different person was hidden. The cheeky bottoms exposed nearly the full of her, well, bottom, as ruffled locks of hair fell like messy feathers down her shoulders, exposed to the salty wind. She was the sexy women in swimsuit magazines, meant to be a fantasy of maturity and dominance way out of your league. But here she was, looking you up and down as you hopped on one foot to try and grab a towel on the other side of the bed. 

“You know, i’m not really a big fan of the beach. I don’t know why I picked this place… should’ve chosen the mountains or something. Someplace we wouldn’t be bothered.”

Someplace she could have you all to herself, she meant. Somewhere you wouldn’t be distracted by things to do and  would come looking to her for warmth by the fire. 

“Maybe next vacation!” You hoped, praying that it turned the cogs in her machine brain to take you somewhere else, anywhere else, soon. “Meanwhile, we have our own private beach, thanks to you. We’ll only be bothered by the occasional seaweed. And maybe a fish or two.”

You gathered up the beach necessities in your arms, full of towels and a beach umbrella, along with small must-haves like water bottles and sunscreen spray cans. Edira looked at you with an incredilous stare, grabbing the towels and water from your hands to shove into her beach bag. 

“Yeah, didn’t really think of that.” You said, noticing how most of the things you grabbed could be fit into her infinite ‘lifes a beach’ tote-- complementary from your Airbnb hosts.

“Let’s go.” 

She walked out to the naked patio, locking her pointer finger with yours as you hiked the umbrella on your shoulder. You had come to learn Edira well; she didn’t like the sun, hated most gelatinous sugary mixtures, and was incredibly stubborn if an activity included something she found beneath her. Getting sand between her toes, included. 

You found a place far away from the shore and began spinning the umbrella’s pole into the ground. Edira would surely make use of its shade, but the ocean was calling your name as she sat down on her beach towel, squinting behind her sunglasses. 

“I can see the harbor from across the water; not particularly private, I’d say. The hosts’ll make sure to hear about this when we leave.”

“It’s private enough. What, did you want to go skinny dipping or something?” You laughed, clumping sand at the base of the umbrella with your foot. “The press would have a field day.”

You flumped down next to her, happy to be out of that stuffy, although beautiful, beach house that reminded you too much of Edira’s apartment. The warm sand was comforting, shells and rocks placed around you like little treasures. 

“If I want to go skinny dipping with you I should be able to, not have to worry about some fisherman watching while I touch you.” She pulled at your thigh, placing her hand on the inside as she lifted up her sunglasses. “Or maybe, you’d like that, letting them watch you frolick and squirm. Maybe we should find out if they can really see us--”

She had the full intention of digging under your bottoms to make a statement, but your reaction time to her had improved. 

“You’re such a worrywart, can we just swim now please? It’s better than sitting her in the hot sun, on the sticky sand..” You knew you caught her when she turned her nose at the mention of the sun, only worsening as she started to feel the sand cover her feet. 

She was a priss through and through, and sometimes it worked in your favor.

“Fine… but if I’m touched by something slimy I can’t help what I do.” 

You grinned with your teeth, unable to hold back a smile at finally getting to experience the beginning of your vacation. 

You ran to the waves crashing against the sand, feeling them flick up at your ankles and knees as you waded in the water.

You turned around to walk backwards into the sea, watching as the woman hesitantly took out a hairtie that once had her hair in a high pony. 

“Come on! Slowpoke!” 

Edira reached the gap between land and water, frowning at schools of tiny fish and jagged rocks that would surely make it hard to walk in heels the next morning. 

You had to drag her further, holding her outstretched hand as she let you lead her deeper into the water. 

“It’s not so bad, right? Nothing slimy thus far…”

“Something’s definitely touching my leg.” She remarked, linking arms with you as if you were a safety floaty. “And it smells like fish.”

You both trudged far enough from shore, a little more than waist deep as you watched the sun near the horizon line. 

You took a moment to look at it, staring as the boats pass by from far away, seeing the empty houses on the beach neighboring yours between areas of trees. 

Edira turned towards you, the same moment something coming to grip your bottom. 

“Something nabbed me!” You nearly shrieked, only to feel the same sensation on your other cheek, pulling you forward against Edira. She had her arms wrapped behind you, squeezing your ass like it was dough to be kneaded. 

“Thought I was the scared one, hm?” 

You looked away, putting your hands against Edira’s abdomen. She leered over you, ignoring your attempts to create distance as she caged you in. The waves pushed you together, water swaying as her legs brushed against your knees deep below. 

“don't look away from me now, you're too adorable like this…”

She watched your eyes barely peek up, defensive fists flattening against the bare of her collarbone. She was almost spotless, save for a few sun-kissed freckles sprinkled here and there. 

Edira grinned a wolfy smirk. Even despite her discomfort in the sea she knew you were wrapped around her finger, nervous lips twitching while watching her bring a hand from your bottom to your neck.

Her hands  were salty and wet from the sea, pulling at the base of your head to bring you closer. The workaholic almost seemed to begin destressing as her nose pressed against yours.. Edira nuzzled with her forehead pressed to your sweaty one, fine fingers caressing downward to grab your jaw. 

Without warning, her tongue perched itself against your cheek, turning your face to the side as she ran a long stripe up to your temple. It was wet and full, drawing out her time to savor the flavor and discomfort of your expression. 

“What are you--”

“Salty.” She murmured. “You're so soft, getting all mushy in my arms.” Edira laughed-- a real laugh, with a small snort as she leaned into you. She was so close, the intimate entertwining of your bodies so unusual from her normal obscurity.

It was hard not to look petulant when her eyes peered down at you with a gleam, as if you were a cute drunk thing at the bar she wanted to take home safe, or a pampered puppy ready to be suffocated with attention. 

“So cute.. might make me jealous letting all these boatmen see you in such a little bathing suit.” She teased, progressively in a better mood now with the clouds blocking the sun and your body so cooperative in her grasp. 

“Jealous?” You rolled your eyes. “Oh noo, I could never imagine my girlfriend being jealous.”

All the times of her domineering possessive behavior ran through your head, the sarcastic comment truly not detailing how severe she had gone.  

“I am your girlfriend…” she grinned, kissing your shoulder with a tight grip arpund your hips. “Now that I hear it,I want more… it sounds too, loose.”

Wait, did you really call her your “girlfriend”? Hell, maybe the sun was starting to get to you. 

“We'll it’s not like we can get MARRIED, haha,” you awkwardly brush off how romantic she's being all of a sudden, soft circles created by her nails running along the dip of your back. “I mean… right? We're too uncommitted for marriage, and I mean who would want to marry someone the’re in a fake relationship with.”

You couldn’t tell if you were talking about her or you anymore. Edira’s chest pressed against yours, arms tentatively keeping you trapped against her. 

“Mm… Still feels fake to you?” She questioned In your neck, surprisingly calmer than you expected her to be at that comment. “How much more do I need to convince you that this is real,” Those soft lips came to brush against your ear. “That you’re not going anywhere.”

[yanderestarangel]

⸺ 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

💌 hi angels, lorenzo here, I'm starting the blog this hiatus, I know I haven't made many requests and apologies to those who waited for the requests to be written, I have more than 84 drafts, but I have no motivation to post or write for now.

The blog isn't over, I'm just taking a break until my creativity returns, again I'm sorry about something and thanks to everyone who helped me, correcting my posts or giving me kind words, your affection and comments always made me feel good,there are a lot of great mk1 content writers here, you won't be missed much lol.

I'll be back when I feeling creative again, thank you guys for everything.

♡ HEADKANONS MK1 ♡

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 - "what are their favorite positions?" | tw: smut/nsfw headcanons, afab reader, male and female pronouns used in pet names, porn plot only

୨♡୧ | ultimate fem!characters headkanons from mk1 | sfw | tw: fluff, cute romance, afab reader, no pronouns used other than "you", mention of lingerie, mention of mommykink (but nothing explicit), sfw.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 - "how would they react to the pregnant reader?" | tw: pregnancy, afab anatomy, paternity mentioned, used "father/mother" to refer to the reader, mention of smut, fluff.

୨♡୧ | headkanons syzoth | reptile mk1 with s/o | tw: sfw and smut headcanons, afab reader, masculine and feminine pronouns used in pet names "good boy/good girl", breeding kink, vaginal sex.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 - trio liu kuei + friend!reader | sfw | tw: gn reader, sfw, headcanons in general, spoilers about mk1, platonic relationship, little angst.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | dark!trio liu kuei |"-how would they react to the reader, on another man's lap? do they have feelings for the reader." | tw: dark concept, yandere themes, violence, unhealthy jealousy, light smut, gn reader.

୨♡୧ | headkanons marturbation | johnny cage + tomas vrbada/smoke | tw: pet names, afab reader, masturbation.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio liu kuei | "how they reacted to a shy reader in bed?" + bonus: "how they act in bed?" | tw: afab anatomy, vaginal sex, smut.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio liu kuei | "how would they react to you saying you have daddykink?" | tw: smut, daddykink, afab reader.

୨♡୧ | headkanons syzoth | reptile mk1 with s/o | tw: sfw and smut headcanons, afab reader, masculine and feminine pronouns used in pet names "good boy/good girl", breeding kink, vaginal sex.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | smut edition + with all the men of mk | tw: smut, anal sex, vaginal sex, blowjob, thigh fetish, mutual masturbation, degradation, pet names, bdsm, blindfold sex, overstimulation, oral f!receives, afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than 'you'.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | lin kuei brothers | "what would it be like to f*ck on a rainy day with them?"| tw: somnophilia, oral sex f!re., blowjob, rough sex, slow sex, creampie, sex without a condom, vaginal sex, smut, porn plot, afab reader, no pronouns used besides "you".

୨♡୧ | headkaons mk1 | trio lin kuei | how would they react to cathing the reader masturbating | tw: afab anatomy, voyeurism, masturbation, no pronouns used other than "you", angst.

୨♡୧ | lin kuei brothers would react to a virgin reader | tw: fingering, afab anatomy, virgin reader, smut, nsfw, sub!reader, no pronouns used except 'you'.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | enemies to lovers | tw: smut, daddykink, afab anatomy, degradation, enemies to lovers context.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | halloween edition | dark smut | tw: smut, vaginal sex, afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than "you", m!masturbation, bloodkink, rough sex, degradation, stalking, small compliments, halloween themes, knife!play.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio lin kuei | if they were caught by you masturbsting and how each of them does | tw: M!masturbation, vaginal sex, erotic fantasy, smut, nsfw, dirty talk, afab anatomy.

୨♡୧ | worship cock | wotch the men of mk1 | tw: smut.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | theam reacting to what it would be like for you to wear a very small bikini that shows your breasts sticking out. | tw: afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than 'you', smut, nsfw, rough sex, pet names, degradation.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | what would a toxic relationship with them be like | TW: dark themes, toxic relationship, physical aggression, afab anatomy, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, yandere themes, smut, nsfw. |

୨♡୧ | dark concept mk1 | reader entering their world | tw: yandere themes, dark themes, kidnapping, obsession, smut, afab anatomy, unhealthy jealousy, yandere!bi han, yandere!tomas, gn reader.

୨♡୧ | types of dick | mk1 version | tw: smut

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio lin kuei | m!overestimulation | tw: overstimulation, ball massage, blowjob, praise kink, pet names, dacryphilia, sub!bi han, sub!tomas, sub!kuai liang, gn reader.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio lin kuei | squirt fist time | tw: afab anatomy, use of vibrators, face fuck - in bi han - sex without a condom, squirting, degradation, no pronouns used other than "you", penetration, face sitting - in bi han -

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | how would they help you during your mestrual period | tw: bloodkink, primal sex, sex with a condom, sex during menstruation, afab reader, pet names,soft!bi han, size kink, vaginal sex, no pronouns used other than "you", smut, porn plot only, sex during the menstrual period, mention of blood ( duh )

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | what would it be like to have a porn channel with them | TW: daddykink,sizekink, sub!reader, blowjob, v!sex, gunkink, bdsm, exhibitionism, voyeurism, afab anatomy, sex without a condom, porn plot, anal sex, use of vibrator, use of plugs, sex toys, no pronouns used other than " you."

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | big brother syzoth | sfw | tw: some angst, grief mentioned, mk1 canon story spoilers, sfw in general.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio lin kuei | ​​​​​​competition for your love | tw: rivalry, afab reader, smut in the final cut, foursome, blowjob, v!sex, anal!sex.

୨♡୧ | — 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 | "𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐗 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌?" | 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 | TW : afab anatomy, pet names, degradation, rough sex, extreme sex, v!sex, possessive sex, toxic relationship, exhibitionism.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio lin kuei | praise kink + sub concept | TW: praise kink, degradation, sub!trio lin kuei, v!sex, spanking, pet names, daddykink/mommykink, afab reader, bi han has a succubus tattoo, objectification, exhibitionism, stimulation, overstimulation, extreme submission, dom!reader, smut, nsfw, blowjob, rope sex, semi public sex, no pronouns used other than "you".

୨♡୧| headkanons mk1 | finish him! | with all the men of mk1 | extreme smut | TW: rough sex, extreme sex, smut, use of powers, sex with clones, v!sex, ftm reader, pet names, afab anatomy, blowjob, threesome sex, nsfw, pain kink, possessive and violent sex, sex without a condom, prolong orgasm, cock warming, oral (f!r), creampie, extreme degradation, humiliation, supetestimulation, male reader, bdsm, daddykink, fingering, masturbation.

୨♡୧ | headkanonks mk1 | kenshi takahashi x johnny cage x reader | TW: afab anatomy, fluff, soft headcanons, threesome, smut, nsfw, double penetration, blowjob, kenshi and Johnny make out with each other, gay sex, anal sex, vibrators, ice play, switch!reader, sub!johnny, dom!kenshi, daddykink.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | 𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆 + 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊 - 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 | TW: gang bang, sub!reader, dom!mens, blowjob, double blowjob, double penetration, anal, masturbation, ass play, pet names, triple penetration, unprotected sex, cum play, monster fuck, cock warning, exhibitionism, sadism , masochism, sex with ropes, bdsm, rough sex, extreme sex, objectification, degradation, porn plot, afab anatomy, oral f!re, orgasm denied, monster fuck.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio lin kuei | "changing in front of them - they secretly like you." + bonus character edition. | TW: afab reader, no pronouns used other than "you", smut, nsfw, little angst, v!sex, blowjob, fingering.

୨♡୧ | headkanons mk1 | trio lin kuei | "what would it be like to exchange nudes with them?/how they send nudes? | TW: afab anatomy, pet names, dirty talk, pussy talk, whining, nude exchange, mutual masturbation, m!masturbation, smut, nsfw, sex phone, porn plot only.

୨♡୧ | DILF!BI HAN HC | TW : daddykink, betrayal, dilf!bi han, age gap, breeding kink, handjob, v!sex, afab anatomy, pet names, power play, dark!bi han, sex without a condom, possessive sex, objectification, aforementioned pregnancy, sex with pregnant reader, exhibitionism.

୨♡୧| headkanons mk1 | shang tsung | morticia addams and gomes concept | TW: marriage, stable relationship, gender neutral reader, gothic romance, implicit smut.

୨♡୧| headkanons mortal kombat | "what is the sexual difference with the s/o of the two johnny cage?" | TW: afab anatomy, aggressive sex, age gap, fluff, v!sex, degradation, possessive sex, red flags, dilf johnny cage, mk1 and mk11 canon spoilers, pet names, smut, daddykink.

୨♡୧| headkanons mk1 | trio lin kuei | fingering the reader under the table | TW: afab anatomy, fingering, pussy talk, smut, exhibitionism, public teasing, pet names, degradation, dirty talk.

୨♡୧| headkanons mk1 | soft!bi han | comfort and smut edition | TW: daddykink, care, comfort, soft behavior, afab anatomy, v!sex, fingering, eat out, praise, somnophilia.

୨♡୧| headkanons mk1 | taking care of the lin kuei trio | soft smut edition | TW: smut, v!sex, blowjob, afab anatomy, mk1 spoilers about the canon story, mention of fractures, care, slow sex, no pronouns used other than 'you', nsfw text, whining.

୨♡୧| headkanons mk1 | neko!bi han | sfw, soft edition | TW: fluff, sfw and just bi han being a cute grandmaster.

୨♡୧| headkanons mk1 | "reacting to the volume of their bulge appearing in your belly" | TW: size kink, afab anatomy, pet names, v!sex, hard smut, not reviewed.

୨♡୧| 𝐒𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 - 𝐕𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄!𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 + 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 | TW: afab anatomy, dark!bi han, dark!tomas, sub!reader, headcanons, hard smut, bloodkink, master x sub, dark themes, v!sex, blowjob, praise, degradation, sex with blood, objectification, aggressive fuck, porn plot, anal sex, size kink, hard!dom bi han, hard!dom tomas vrbada, dumbification, bdsm, hunter!play.

୨♡୧| 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐊𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐌𝐊1 | 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐊𝐔𝐄𝐈 | "𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐏 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄/𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐏 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄?" | TW : afab anatomy, v!sex, 69 upside down, praise, provocation, oral (f!re), sex without a condom, pet names (good boy/good girl), no pronouns used other than "you", himbo/bimbo reader.

♡ ONE SHOTS ♡

୨♡୧ | yandere mk1 | bi han x gn reader | tw : angst, psychological horror, kidnapping, obsession, forced passion, stalker, yandere themes, dark concept.

୨♡୧ | old man | kenshi takahashi | tw: afab reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, degradation, overstimulation, painkink, sexual punishment, dom!kenshi.

୨♡୧ | double punishing pleasure - kuai liang and bi han x afab reader | tw: double penetration, anal sex, vaginal sex, blowjob m!receive, degradation, asphyxiation, saliva, pet names, submission, master!kink, porn plot, smut, nsfw, punishment, afab reader, power play.

୨♡୧ | no going back | bi han x reader | tw: angst, daddy issues, daddykink, praise kink, slight smut, gn reader, description of mental suffering, unreliable narrator.

୨♡୧ | daddy's good boy | bi han x ftm reader | ⸺ tw: daddykink, blowjob, face fuck, dom!bi han, sub!reader, afab anatomy, ftm reader, degradation, pussy talk.

୨♡୧ | submissive bi han | tw: afab reader, v!sex, handjob, sub!bi han, dom!reader, panty gag, overstimulation, self degradation.

୨♡୧ | worship ass - with some men from mk1 | bottom version

୨♡୧ | dumb midnight thoughts - bi han | sub zero mk1 | tw: smut, afab reader, m!receive oral sex, blowjob, saliva, anal sex, vaginal sex, degradation, no pronouns used other than "you".

୨♡୧ | ex husband kenshi x afab reader | TW: afab anatomy, pet names, degradation, v!sex 

୨♡୧ | rays of pleasure | dark raiden x ftm reader | tw: dacryphilia, rough sex, degradation, creampie, ftm reader, vaginal sex, blowjob, fingering, extreme, praise kink, afab anatomy

୨♡୧ | dumb midnight thoughts - smoke | tomas vrbada mk1 | tw: smut, afab reader, praise kink, feminine and masculine pronouns used in pet names "good boy, good girl","my prince, my princess"

୨♡୧ | crybaby | bi han x afab reader | tw: unreliable narrator, mourning, blood, death, smut, mentioned death, hallucination, angst.

୨♡୧ | let me care of you | kuai liang | tw: smut, afab anatomy, vaginal sex, blowjob, no pronouns used other than 'you'.

୨♡୧ | sub!kuai liang x dom!reader | TW: fingering, anal sex, tongue job, m!r, sub!kuai liang, face riding, ass worship, dom!reader, no pronouns used, fuck face.

୨♡୧ | dumb midnight thoughts | kenshi takahashi mk1 | tw: outdoor sex, vaginal sex, afab reader, pet names, riding kenshi's dick, smut.

୨♡୧ | Johnny cage x reader smut | TW: breeding kink, afab anatomy, sex without a condom, v!sex, ride on johnny's dick, praise kink, pregnancy, smut only, daddykink, dom!johnny.

୨♡୧| virgin!bi han x experienced reader | TW: virgin!bi han, v!sex, blowjob, smut, experienced reader, afab anatomy, pet names, dom!bi han.

୨♡୧| DILF BI HAN SMUT | TW: fingering, use of powers, dilf!bi han, age gap, possessive sex, unhealthy jealousy, dark!bi han, smut, degradation, blowjob.

୨♡୧| "𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄!"| 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 | TW: ftm reader, afab anatomy, v!sex, oral sex ( f!receive ), unprotected sex, creampie, dom!tomas, size kink, exhibitionism, degradation, pet names, possessive sex, porn plot only, smut, nsfw, praise, rough sex.

୨♡୧| raiden x reader - smut | TW: somnophilia, clit teasing, oral (f!receiving), praise, morning sex, afab anatomy,smut, pussy worship, pet names, no pronouns used other than "you".

୨♡୧| "ride me" | cowboy!johnny cage x ftm reader | TW: afab anatomy, porn plot, ftm/male reader, dom!johnny, sub!reader, pet names, oral (f!r), creampie, age gap, v!sex, himbo/roseboy reader, ride Johnny's nose.

୨♡୧| BI HAN SMUT | TW: v!sex, riding on Bi Han's face, mentioned stretch marks, oral sex (f!re), praise, passionate sex, smut, nicknames, afab anatomy, no pronouns used other than "you".

୨♡୧| 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 | 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐊1 | TW: afab anatomy, eat out, v!sex, mommykink, fingering, pet names, bottom and top versions, mutual fingering, no pronouns used other than "you".

୨♡୧| arranged marriege - first time | tomas vrbada x reader | TW: ftm reader, husband x husband, v!sex, blowjob, rough sex, dom!tomas, unprotected sex, praise, degradation, pet names, stable relationship, creampie, breedkink, smut, afab anatomy, horny.

୨♡୧| 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 | TW: smut, praise, pet names, angst, ftm reader, pussy worship, v!sex, afab anatomy, handjob, cum play, husband x husband, fingering, overstimulation.

୨♡୧| "daddy's pretty boy" | sugar daddy!kano x ftm reader | TW: daddykink, afab anatomy, semi public sex, smut, v!sex, sugar daddy concept, age gap, praise, blowjob, degradation, spanking, kano is extremely vulgar (as he is kanonically)

୨♡୧| 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐤𝐮𝐚𝐢 𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐠 | TW: angst, insecurity, smut, v!sex, oral (f!re), husband kuai liang, afab anatomy, pet names, praise, rough sex, aggressive sex, use of ropes in sex, creampie, overstimulation, dirty talk, husband x husband, ftm reader.

୨♡୧| 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 | TW: angst, smut, ftm reader, aggressive sex, crying, overstimulation, v!sex, ride, unprotected sex, tomas begs for your forgiveness, afab anatomy, not reviewed.

୨♡୧| 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 | tw: afab anatomy, v!sex, sleepy sex, praise, smut, somnophilia, ftm reader, soft!dom bi han.

୨♡୧| 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 | TW: v!sex, superstimulation, fingering, soft!dom bi han, ftm reader, afab anatomy, male x male, feminization ( I think ), smut, porn plot only, praise, pet names, morning sex, sex without a condom, orgasm denial, overstimulation, cum play.

୨♡୧| 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐧 | TW: afab anatomy, lactation!kink, v!sex, soft sex, fingered, not revised, pregnant sex, mother/father used to refer to the reader, praise, soft dom!bi han, bi han!husband.

[yoru-no-seiiki]

hi hi! i wanna post more here but don’t know what you guys would like from me.

so send in some asks! you could go to @hana-no-seiiki for more of my yan! ocs too.

preferably something more on the darker side + smutty if not full on pwp i’m down for that.

[constantcrying]

Hey I love that thing yandere writers do where they emphasize words with color I think that's the cutest

[suiana]

(yandere! fictional character x gn! cosplayer reader) (reader is refuses to acknowledge yan and where he originally came from 💀)

"that's a nice cosplay! where'd you get that wig from?"

"this is not a wig."

"what?"

he tugs at his hair harshly, bending down slightly so you can see his roots. you stare in shock, eyes wide open as you marvel in delight. woah! his cosplay was so realistic!

"see? not a wig."

"oh... nice dye job then!"

"this is my natural hair."

he retorts, standing back upright as you maintain eye contact with him. you tear your gaze away from him, taking in his body and features as you tilt your head at him slightly. huh... now that you're actually looking at him... his cosplay looks a little too realistic... there's no way..?

"you're so cool! you're like, that one character from that one anime i really love-"

"maybe cause i am? i'm here to see you actually...."

you shake your head at him, wagging a finger as you chuckle slightly. it was such a sight for everyone to see. a "delusional" cosplayer and a cosplayer who rejects everything that said delusional cosplayer said.

"haha! you're so in character! if i were a little more dumb i would've believed you!"

you then pat him on the back before waving goodbye at him. the convention was still on-going and you had lots left to do! you must bid farewell to him even if you wanted to chat more. what an interesting fella he is! does he really think he's a fictional character that came into your world just to see you?

"see ya! hope you enjoy the rest of the con! wait, can i have a pic first though?"

you hold your phone, looking up at him expectantly. his beautiful features stare down at you before he sighs, nodding as he poses for the camera.

you cheer, getting your phone in position before flinching as you feel him stand way too close for comfort. ah well... it's only for a while anyways. you'll just let this one pass...

"thank you! see ya!"

you then skip away, wanting to enjoy the rest of the con as you leave the mysterious cosplayer all alone. what a funny guy! he was so in character and he said he was here for you! how cute!

unfortunately it was not cute at all for him.

damn it, he thinks. he grits his teeth as he rubs the bridge of his nose in frustration. you're just so... infuriating at times. how could he make you believe that he's real?

and that's when it hit him. he could just kill everyone in this convention until you acknowledge him! what a wonderful idea! he then stretches, warming up his body as he grins to himself.

he can't wait to see that look on your face when you realize that he's the real deal!