#yandere s/mut

[reveluving]

cold little kisses ; yandere!singer x reader

summary: Omar's love knows no bounds.

warnings: s~mut (minors DNI!) & tooth-rotting fluff!

a/n: I LOVE @oncomingnight 's OCs to BITS, but Omar has been haunting me for DAYS. OP if you're reading this, hi!! Quick question; is the man in the original post like someone someone? ‘Cause he now comes to mind whenever I think of him ✋🏼😔 Hope you don't mind me giving this sweetheart a go! ᐠ( ᐛ )ᐟ

'But like the greedy man he was, he never stopped. Not even when the two of you returned to his cabin.' ;

Smut includes: unprotected sex (p in v), cockwarming, slight teasing & marking, drools & sweat, body worship, soft!dom!Omar!

Omar believed you were God's gift at its purest form, and to be the luckiest son of a gun when you bestowed before him that very day?

Absolute miracle.

There was no way he could have wiped the lovestruck smile off his face every morning, waking up to you in your most vulnerable.

The extravagant sight of Quebec was already a treat as it was, enjoying the spot with his wife was another. He was more than content to watch you marvel at the snowy night, eyes twinkling in the fairy lights as the snowflakes fell on you like an extraordinary being blessing the Earth, but that would be unceremonious of him.

“Omar, look.” You gasped for the umpteenth time tonight, bending down at the line of the nation's quintessential souvenirs, handcrafted in ways that would surely grab the attention of first-time tourists. Those familiar with the renowned singer were kind enough to leave him and his beloved be, going only as far as taking a picture of the two from a distance to share on their social media later and rake in OMGs or any other forms of awe.

That, and many were smart enough to stay away, having witnessed the more intimidating side of him online at the mere mention of you in manners that never sat right with him.

“Would you like that one?” He asked, his deep voice never failed to send shivers down your spine.

“Omar, we already have so much.” You raised the bags in your hands, plus motioning to the majority that he had offered to hold. Brows furrowing a little in a way that you feel guilty that he has to play tour guide for you, no matter how many times you have visited.

“Well, who else is going to beautify our new bookshelf, if not you?” He chuckled, languidly walking over to stand next to you. He briefly surveyed the souvenirs through the glass, only for his eyes to flit towards you within seconds, prompting your face to burn, despite the chilly air hitting you, “We're buying it.”

Omar ducking his head was a telltale sign of him wanting to steal a kiss, but rather than feeling his lips on yours, he pecked the cold tip of your nose. Embarrassed by the affectionate display in public, you hid your face in his chest, your giggles vibrating through him.

That didn't stop him from showering you with more, planting kisses after kisses on the top of your head while he rested his free hand on the small of your back.

But like the greedy man he was, he never stopped. Not even when the two of you returned to his cabin.

Your eyes were brimming with tears, glassy to the point where you couldn't pinpoint the nature on the other side of the window beyond silhouettes. Your mind was no better, your brain already in the midst of turning mush in favour of him prodding your cervix.

He cooed at you, akin to a delicate flower if not for the way one of his hands gripped at your ass tightly. Blunt nails leaving marks for him to appreciate in the next sunrise. His other hand lightly held the back of your head, leaving you no choice but to stare back at him in a drunken haze.

Omar welcomed your drools and tears dripping down his chest, occasionally leaving damp marks on his shirt, all unbuttoned but barely removed from his shoulders. The half-disheveled look on him was a sight to behold, the oh-so-put-together-singer nowhere to be seen.

You felt full, and you were full, the stretch around him evident when bouncing you up and down his cock required his aid. You would've fallen back or sagged in his arms if not for his own holding you snug against his chest. Although, that didn't mean he wasn't seconds away from losing himself into the feeling either—falling back into the velvet seat with one arm around you, chest heaving in shallow breaths and skin covered in a thin layer of sweat.

His body akin to a Greek God, created to worship his one and only with loyalty, riches and silk, and protect you from the dangers of humanity alone, or even the unforgiving weather that occured beyond the safety of his luxurious cabin.

Lost in the way you squeezed him each time he rolled his hips, he surged forward, wrapping his lips around one of your pebbled tits. You instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing his face further into your breasts as he shamelessly looked up at you through his lashes.

“Omar…” You hiccuped, brushing your lips against his forehead, moving your hips when he stilled you for a moment. It felt sickly sweet. something only he had the privilege of—of your body and soul, “Move, please…”

He couldn't say no to you, not now, not ever, even if he wanted nothing more than to listen to your pretty voice and hold you real close.

So long your lips, your mind, your you—could do nothing more than reciprocate his own desires, he'd only stop at his own expense when hell freezes over.

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» Bonus HC from the train pic on OP's post:

I love the thought of Omar, with his reading glasses as he writes the lyrics of his upcoming song on a journal and casually drinks his coffee. But he's also watching his beloved play a one-player card game in front of him with a warm smile. UGH.

» deadass could not help it. this is one of those 'if I don't do something about it, no matter how short or quick it is, I'll sure as hell think about it for a LONG time.' ksjslsksls ;; tagging @firefly-graphics for the gorgeous divider ♡

[shini--chan]

May I request 2p allies making their s/o mute as a punishment for trying to run for help.

⚫〰️⚫ Thank you

Alright, as the ask indicates, it is not a never family friendly post that awaits you up ahead. Excluding 2p Canada this time, since I had difficulty coming up with another form of mutness other than those described via the other characters.

This came out later than planned due to time management issues on behalf of the author. Nevertheless, enjoy!

Trigger warnings: body horror, physical abuse, emotional abuse, mutilation, misuse of medical procedures, drugging, malnutrition, dark magic

Yandere 2p! Allies - Silence is Gold

America

Allen would loathe to admit it, but he had come to like you when you were quiet. Aside from that, you looked so cute with your neck bandaged up. And those glares and petulant expressions you made! Oh, if he had known how agreeable you’d become after losing your voice, he would have done this far sooner. 

That being said, it had been an accident - he hadn’t wanted to punch you in the throat, but you just had to jump in the way, when he was busy teaching that bastard a lesson. Therefore, he had had no choice but to cut open your throat to ensure you could continue breathing. 

When you leaned down to take his plate, you purposely bumped his shoulder. Yes, you were still very upset with him about what had happened. However, the feeling was mutual. He slapped your arse when you straightened up again. 

It caused you to perform a little jump and then glare at him. 

“If I had known that you’d look so sexy with something around your neck, I would have bought you a set of chokers long ago, dollface. Don’t worry though - you look good with the bloodstained gauze as well”, he slyly complimented you. Oh, how it infuriated you. 

You had tried to talk a few times these past days, causing the wound on your neck to reopen and weep plasma and blood everytime you did. As it was, you were lucky that you had gotten antibiotics, or else Allen would have been far stricter with you. 

Petty as you could be, turned your back on him and flipped the bird as you marched back to the kitchen. At this, Allen could prevent himself from laughing. 

Allen actually wouldn’t want to rob you of your voice, since half the fun in having you is that you talk back. However, he would discover the benefits of muting you after he would have to do it in some shape of form. Once doing so, he would find this experience refreshing and seek to replicate it multiple times in the future. Here, you would really be in danger of losing your voice permanently if you aren’t able to curb his … preferences. 

The problem here is that he would find your muteness and the injuries connected to it to be unbelievably arousing. In ways, your life would biome harder than it already is thanks to that.

China

Could you really be blamed for panicking in a situation such as this? The rush of hysteria made the binds tying you down to the table seem even tighter than they were, and you felt like you were suffocating, no matter how fast you breathed. The air was too hot and your clothes too scratchy, with the latter made all the worse by the fact that you were coated in grim and your own dried sweat.

To your left, you heard Zao approach you. Since your head was fastened to the table, you only could see him once he appeared in your periphery. There was a horrid grin on his face, that stood in complete juxtaposition to what he said.

"My heart, this is really something I don't want to do, but you leave me with no choice."

You wanted to retort, but thought better of it just in the nick of time. He had a brown glass bottle at hand, and you didn't like all the warning labels on it, nor how close it was to your mouth. 

"But give in and swallow, I promise to help you with your recovery if you comply", he told you in a sickly sweet tone as if he was talking to a child. As much as you wanted to shake your head, you couldn't. By now, you were trembling. 

Two fingers pinched your nose firmly. After a few seconds, you started to become lightheaded and you heard and felt your blood pounding. Opening your mouth wouldn't be an option, since the bottle would immediately be emptied into your mouth if you did that. So instead, you opened the corner of your mouth and tried to breathe as discreetly as possible. 

To no avail. The fingers that were on your nose went for your mouth and pried your lips apart. As valiantly as you struggled, the bottle still went in. The fluid caused your throat to burn, and when you accidentally breathed some of it, you let out a hapless scream of pain. 

His method of muting you would be more permanent - rendering your vocal cords and throat useless by forcing you to drink acid or poison. This would either be the response to a multitude of transgressions, or him being particularly ticked off by an escape.

A side effect of this would be that you would be unable to swallow food or drink. But he would be there to help you, either by feeding you through a tube, an IV or by supplying you through your back door (i.e your rectum). This would serve as an extension of the original punishment. Additionally, you would be helpless and reliant on him. 

England

When you finally woke up, you felt groggy and heavy, each of your limbs made of lead and your mouth full of cotton. Sleep drunk, you opened your eyes and eased yourself to a more upright position. 

Not that it was more comfortable - there were kinks and knots in your back that only a professional massage could relieve you from. Why the hell had you fallen asleep here of all places? You were seated in an old dentist car, the once royal red faded. The contraption creaked ominously whenever you moved.

This was getting weirder and weirder by the moment. The twilight of the room you were in didn't help.

Your mouth felt dry and slightly numb, and your lips subsequently cracked. You parted your lips and wanted to run your tongue over the dried skin only to discover that you didn't have a tongue anymore. 

Cold shock made you bolt upright and all at once, the world shifted into sharp clarity. Once again, you tried to stretch your tongue out only for nothing to move, not a stump. That was when you started to panic.

Lungs heaved as you tried to explain the situation to yourself. There was absolutely no pain, you weren't feeling weak. The taste of blood was absent, and the bitter sting of iodine or saline solution wasn't present either. 

In your panic, you opened your mouth and stuck your fingers inside to feel for your tongue. It had been completely removed down to the root. There wasn't even puckered skin where the muscle would have begun. Tears started to leak from your eyes and you tried to force a few miserable sounds out of your mouth. 

"Now, now don't engage in self-pity. You did bring this on yourself, my rose bud."

The blood in your veins turned to ice, and you halted your frantic movement. Despite the dim lighting of the underground room, you could clearly see Oliver Kirkland. He was seated on a red satin loveseat, and in the jar he had balanced on his knee was your tongue. 

Oliver would use magic to completely remove your tongue from your mouth, aiming to insite as much panic in you as possible. As such, you'll only find out what he has done after completion of the procedure. 

Instead of helping you to deal with the situation, he would mock you relentlessly. Furthermore, he would place the blame on you - it was you that ran away, it was you that forced his hand; everything that went wrong is your fault. The jar with your tongue in it would be placed in a spot that you'd have a hard time overlooking. A taunt, and a reminder that the amputation is only temporary. You just have to play being a good spouse for long enough and then he'd give you your tongue back. 

France

Putrid pus stained the sheets as he pulled them away. Yesterday the colour had been yellow, but now it had a slight green tint to it. Francois brushed his fringes out of his face and tied his hair back to a sloppy ponytail. 

With a soft sigh, and placed the bandages and tincture bottles on the bed next to you and tilted your head towards him. Sickness and the corresponding fever made your sleep deep, unlike it usually was. You didn't even stir when he lifted your head onto his lap. 

At this point, it was up for debate what was sealing your lips more - the rough stitches or the infection. The swelling had distorted your mouth, so much so that it was beginning to block your nose and hinder your breathing. 

Cursing softly under his breath, he set out to drain the pus from the needle wounds. He shouldn't have used the expired saline solution, yet you had given him no choice. You had been so busy thrashing and screaming around when he had sown your mouth shut. 

Francois still didn't understand why you had put up such a fuss. The punishment was deserved and it made your resistance all the more pathetic. Seriously, had you really thought he would take you escaping lightly? How could you delude yourself into thinking he wouldn't take all those vile words that you had uttered upon being brought home to heart?

The pus drenched bandages were thrown into the bin, and he proceeded to down the injured tissue with iodine. You groaned in your sleep, and tried to open your mouth. A noticeable tremor ran down your body, and you stopped straining against the stitches. 

Perhaps it was better that you were lost in a haze. It gave your captor more time to think and calm down. 

Francois would elect to make your muteness temporary, but with some caveats. You'd wear scars around your mouth for the rest of your life and the mental and physical trauma would haunt you for years to come. Such a situation would have a high potential of arising if you poured your heart out to somebody else and incited them to help you escape. 

Russia

This was getting more tiring by the hour. Slowly, you were asking yourself if this really was a punishment, or if it was one of Victor's loathsome social experiments.  loathsome social experiments. They both tended to be alike, so it was hard to tell on a normal day. 

“If you keep glaring at me like that, your face will distort to a permanent frown”, the man in question remarked. The knife repeatedly scraped over the wood in his hand, causing shavings to fly with every stroke of the blade. He didn’t even look up from his whittling when he said that. How rude. 

Feeling petulant, you knicked a stone in the river. It was a nice day to be outdoors - the spring air was filled with the sweet smell of flowers, and the sun was shining through the birch tree. Though, you couldn’t bring yourself to be happy, not when he had brought you to the spot where he had captured you a mere week ago, picnic basket at hand. 

You had difficulty swallowing every other bite, and also keeping it down. Now that bastard even insisted on staying a bit longer to enjoy the alleged peace and quiet that the forest offered. 

With how frustrated you were, you opened your mouth in order to say something, only to receive a smack to the face with the flat side of the knife the second you opened your mouth. In shock, you quickly closed your mouth again and looked at him aghast. 

This time, he was even meeting your eyes. 

“You know the agreement, so don’t break it by talking now.”

Mutness wouldn’t even be the intended punishment at first - it would be offered as a second, milder option to a harsher punishment. Victor would have a habit of giving you an option of choosing between two or more punishments. It would be to give you an illusion of power over your own fate and an opportunity to assuage your character. Mind you, he would never give you the full details of the punishments that you can choose from. 

In this case, he would enforce a “voluntary silence” upon you. You would have to refrain from speaking for a certain time interval, or else suffer a harsher punishment. This is one of his games with you, that would be designed to mould your personality to his liking. Also, this would be a form of discipline training for you. 

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Loved the Demon Japan headcanons. Can you Do some NSFW headcanons about him and really go into depth about it, please.

This post is FILLED WITH SIN.

Viewer Discretion is Advised

$mut

Yandere! Demon Japan N$FW

OH yes the king of shibari does have plenty of rope to tie up his lovely victim. Bro can do all sorts of kinky stuff with rope : make a spider web, labyrinth, hell, even a cave if you give him enough time. Before he does the deed with you he’ll stand and admire his handy work. He even snaps a few pictures for his secret collection of pictures he has of you.

He is enamored with role play and now that he has his perfect partner that makes him more excited than ever to be in the bed room. His favorite fantasies to act out are the traditional Japanese maid fantasy where you have to cater to his every whim and do it all perfectly. You have no choice but to serve him. After all he owns you and your soul. His other favorite fantasy he adores is that he’s an Oni and you have to try your best as a priestess to excorcise him.

Has a thing for drinking your blood on the full moon. (It gives him an added boost of stamina and power if he ever decided to wreak havoc in the human world.)

Should be an oblivious one but Hentai. Kiku does derive some of his sexual fantasies from that. (Low key into tentacle porn but he’ll never tel his S/O that directly. But it became obvious with some of the ‘toys’ he uses in the bedroom.

Since his tail is pointy on the end it’s probable that it’s near your neither region. If you dare complain about it or whine he will stick it inside of you just to make the penetration painful. He’s incredibly sadistic about it and will make sure that you can’t walk correctly for a couple of weeks.

Nyotaimori -He will have a maid help you get nice and clean before he has you splayed out over the dining table bare before professional demon chefs place sushi all over your body. There is even wasabi and soy sauce that has made its way on to your boobs. Kiku will take his time in savoring the sight and moment of you ready for him to devour his succulent meal. “Arigato Y/N-Chan for the meal!” He’s hard the entire time while he devours the five course meal off you. He finishes the meal by giving you head and then thrusting himself within you. His cock was throbbing in agony for an entire 45-minutes to seductively fill his belly.

Basically: He’s going to raw dog you until you see the red sun rise in Toxic Sakura .

[fallen-mist]

•INTRODUCTION•

Hello! My (Online) name is mist which is very obvious but you can refer me as fallen! I’m not too good with character x character so it will mainly be character x reader or ‘+’ reader. Please check the bottom for important things. Also one thing that’s way too important is that

I tag triggering topics so block the tags TW: Rape, TW Yandere and TW: Suicide/Su1c1de!!!! OR PM ME SOMETHING LIKE “DONT LOOK, ____” SO I CAN TAG

•~•~•~• requests are open! While we’re on that note, heres some things I can’t and can do!

RULES:

NO❌:

• N//FW/18+

*I’m a Minor

• Inc//st/Tw//ncest (Romantically and sexually)

• P//dophelia

*These two/three are very obvious

• V//re

*No. just no

• Toxic ships

-Ex. Junkan which is junko x mikan

*Obvious again

•Pet names (Not nicknames)

*im personally uncomfortable, sorry

YES ✅:

• Y/nderes

*Only exception to the toxic ships as long as reader/character isn’t mistreating the other!

• fluff/angst

*Don’t expect angst to be good

• Basically anything not on the blacklist

*Ask if you’re unsure

•Sibling requests

-Ex. Sora with a hyper younger sister/brother

•Poly relationships

*4 Max (including reader)

RESTRICTIONS🛑:

•3 characters max

•READER IS AUTOMATICALLY FEM OR GN WHEN PAIRED WITH YORUKO (Or with Soruko)

*also no transmale reader x yoruko because that’s just invalidating the reader <3 (transfem x yoruko is fine)

•Please don’t request [mental disorder]!reader that have little to no info about them (the disorder) unless you have them!

*Only reason ‘I put unless you have them’ is because I’m gonna ask how you deal with it and how it works

(I FORGOT THE S. GOD DAMN IT)

KNY (Discontinued)

SDRA2

Special Post

Interests

more will be to add once I get into whatever will be added

Anons: None. Ask to become one! Something along the lines of ”Can i be __anon” (Ex.💖 Anon). Words are okay too (Ex. Flower anon)!

For the dsmp fandom, please be careful with some of My mutuals due to the fact they do not want fans interacting. (i’m personally neutral so i have nothing to say against and with them/you)

along with the listed:

(NONE BELOW APPLY TO ME! IF YOU AREN’T, INTERACT IF YOU WANT, JUST CHECK MY MUTUALS DNI FIRST)

-Genshin fans

-MCU Fans

-Watch/Enjoy Stranger Things

-Proshippers (only interact with me if you’re atleast over 15)

(DO NOT TALK TO ME IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM IF YOU IDENTIFY AS BELOW)

-Transphobic!!!! (THREE OF MY MUTS ARE TRANS!!!!) -Homophobic. Again most of my muts are apart of the LGBTQ!

-IDENTIFY AS YANDERE. THIS IS EXTREMELY TOXIC, JUST PLEASE GO TO THERAPY.

-if you are a Pedophile!!!! I’m a minor!

-Under 15 and a pro shipper (both at the same time, not just one or the other, because please know that can probably mess you up badly)

and possibly more to be added on

REBLOGS ARE VERY MUCH APPRECIATED

(Wrong word. Original was reposting instead of reblogs. NOT WHAT I MENT!)

[headingalaxys-spicy]

Alpha America having fun with his preggo fem s/o (the spicy kind of fun •U•) Thanks gurl ~

Someone grab the holy water & the bonk bat. I need it after writing this.

Warning. Not suitable for all audiences. $mut.

Oh boy, a Yandere! Alpha America with a pregnant S/O means that you have to depend on him every step of the way.

He loves how your body swells up with his children. You’re pregnant with triplets and by the time it’s like week 16 you’ll be dependent on him for almost everything from having to put on your shoes to getting dressed and making food. That isn’t something simple like cereal or opening a bag of chips. Alpha America was made to breed.

He will motorboat you a ton. He loves feeling your engorged br3asts. Even if you feel pain from it he will happily continue. If he feels they aren’t big enough he has a solution for that. A br3asts inflation serum that will make you bigger not only so you can feed his offspring but also purely for his amusement and urges. He’ll have you chained to a wall right after he’s injected you with the serum and he will rub his member as he watches your bare br3asts puff up with excess milk and some air. This goes on forever. Until he’s climaxed and he releases his juices onto you. Even after that, he will continue by putting his d!ck in between your br3asts and rubbing them together around his member.

“Y/N it feels so good to finally have you as a wife!” He’s panting and sweating while your body is being pushed to its limits.

To deflate you he will tease you for a while by pinching your hard n!pples leaking out milk. Then he will attach his lips to one and suck. He will be gentle and even swerve his tongue around the areo!as but then he’ll bite and bring your br3asts back down to a Double D cup. He’ll lick his lips and unchain you. While you’re breathless and unable to do nothing more than look at his naked form. He’ll take you to the king-sized bed where he will lay you down on your back and he will proceed with pepper kisses on your enlarged belly this will begin to rouse him more as more blood begins to rush to his Florida. He’s in his true animalistic form and won’t stop until he is satisfied ignoring any of your cries but he makes up for this in aftercare which is immaculate. He ravages your body all night albeit a little bit more gently. His thrusts tend to be slow and drawn out.

No, seriously someone get the holy water. 🥵

WHAT DID I JUST WRITE? 🤣🤧