#yourprettyboyswriting

[lab1rynth]

Yan!Zombie

Yan!Zombie who you met, alive, a few years after the Apololypse started. You both had became friends and protected each other, you had stayed in his base and ate food he found for the both of you. It felt safe, that all changed when you left for a few weeks to find more survivors. You came home to him chained up and turned, a chunk of his wrist was bitten off.

Yan!Zombie who had left you a note before he turned, telling you that he had chained himself up, how it felt as he was turning, how if you wanted to kill him you had full permission to. He just did not want to leave you without answers, so to keep you safe he chained himself up to a wall.

Yan!Zombie who immediately tried going after you when you made noise, being yanked back by the chain. His eyes were locked on yours as drool ran down his chin. It was quite weird to see a zombie that wasn't rotting like most of the others, since zombies are mostly docile unless set off my loud sounds or hungry. He may have run into a hord while scavenging.

Yan!Zombie who, after a while, calmed down and stopped trying to get out of his chains, as even in this animalistic state he could understand that no matter how much he struggled he wasn't going to get out. His eyes stayed pinned on you though, it honestly freaked you out.

Yan!Zombie who you start talking to, of course he doesn't respond, but it feels nice to pretend like he is, to pretend that your only pillar is still alive. You tell him about how he use to act when he was alive, stuff you both did together, sometimes you just told him about your day.

Yan!Zombie who you started feeding raw meat you found, you weren't just going to go out and kill survivors just to keep your zombie friend satiated, that's just wrong. You train him to not try to bite you, waving your hand in front of his face (with protective gear) and not feeding him every time he bit into the gear. It only took a few months until every time you waved your hand in front of his face he just sniffed it a few times and stared up into your eyes.

Yan!Zombie who after a while, you unchained, you had trusted him. The only thing he really did was stumble around behind you, just following you and staring at you confused when you stopped and looked back at him. Sometimes he would go missing for a few minutes then come back with a dead animal, trash, or something shiny. He'd place them in front of you and hope you'd take his gift.

Yan!Zombie who gets touchy after a while, who pokes you or rests his head on your shoulder. He pouts every time you don't pat him on the head when he gets you gifts. If you dont pay attention to him he growls at you or goes limp in the corner of the room, laying and sniffling on the floor until he gets affection.

Yan!Zombie who eats any survivors you bring to the base while your back is turned, causing you to chain him up for a few days for timeout. He whimpers and whines every time you put him in timeout, sometimes convincing you to unchain him earlier than you originally planned.

Yan!Zombie who chases off other Zombies that try to get at you, afterwards bringing you back to the base and cuddling against you, chirping and coo'ing as he lays in your arms and bathes in your scent.

Yan!Zombie who finds a box of his old clothes, sniffing it and wondering why it smelt like him. He dug through the box before finding a comfy shirt and bringing it to you so you could wear it. He would slowly give you more and more of his clothes, loving smelling his scent mixed with yours.

Yan!Zombie who is sensitive to sound, but would absolutely love to hear you talk and talk for days, you're voice reminds him of music, or of what he remembers of music. He would argue that your voice is better if he could talk!!

Yan!Zombie who will honestly die again, and again, and again for you to just be happy. He loves your smile, it makes his unbeating heart feel all tingly. With all the gifts you've accepted from him he assumes you already know he's laid claim on you! You're his and you wearing his clothes and walking with his little trinkets only proves that even more!

[lab1rynth]

So so

Are nsfw ask allowed-

If so can can we have some nsfw yan!zombie facts or Drabble? Yan zombie makes me happy 🧍‍♂️

Yan!Zombie NSFW

Yan!Zombie had been getting a lot more touchy with you lately, you had explained to him that you would be leaving for a few days to gather more supplies. He understood that as he would not be getting affection, seeing you, or eating for a few days so he soaked up all of your affection and attention as much as he could before you left.

It had felt like ages to Yan!Zombie he missed the warmth of your body against his cold skin, the sound of your voice as you rambled on an on to him, your scent overflowing his mind. He missed you. He had tried resting in your bed, which was covered in many big blankets and soft pillows, curtesy of him when he was alive. He laid down, drowning in the warmth and your scent, it made him whine. He would cry if he could, he just missed you so much.

Yan!Zombie had grabbed one of your pillows, shoving it against his face and taking a long smell of it, his eyes closing as he shuttered at the overwhelming scent. He wished you were next to him, snuggling close to him and praising him for how good he is as your hand combed through his hair. Yan!Zombie whimpered, his groin felt tingly and warm at the thought, he wanted you. He sat up and turned around, placing the pillow on his clothed groin and shoving his face into the mountain of pillows.

Yan!Zombie rutted against the fluffy cloth, letting out little muffled noises with each thrust. He started off slow before quickly moving at a faster pace, his noises louder as his eyes shut tight. The Zombie let out a loud moan as he came in his pants, before going limp and panting.

For the next few days, everytime he thought of you, he would go to your bed and hump your pillow like he was in heat, his cum soaking the pillow and staining the white fabric. He was doing it almost 24/7 by the time you got home. He had not noticed you had entered the house as he was much more focused on chasing his pleasure on your pillow and moaning.

You had opened the door to that image, your face turning beet red as you watched him get himself off on your pillow. His moans and whimpers flooding the room as you silently watched him get off. After a minute or two you stepped forward, the hardwood floors creaking under your weight, making the zombie perk up and look back at you, his already flushed face turning even redder.

He rushed towards you to give you a hug, happily chirping and trying to ignore his embarrassment from before. You gave him a little chuckle, patting his head and hugging him before looking back at your bed, one of your pillows drenched and your blankets all messed up, "You've been busy, huh, big guy?" You laughed, you had a long day of cleaning ahead of you.

(This one wasn't too good since I'm out eating right now, but I hope it'll do!)

[lab1rynth]

YAN!GAMER

(200 FOLLOWER SPECIAL)

Yan!Gamer who you moved next to after finally moving out of your parents house. You had lived there for a few months now but you had not seen anyone come in or out of that house, your other neighbors had explained to you that a young man lived there though he wasn't very social. Sometimes you could hear cussing and shouting from the house in the middle of the night, making you have to buy ear muffs to sleep with.

Yan!Gamer who you see one day while out on your porch, he walked out of his house in gray boxers and a white short-sleeved shirt, walking out to get his food that was delivered to him in a small plastic baggie. He looked quite pale, with acne covering his face, big eyebags, and long hair strung into a messy bun. He looked like a walking disease, and you honestly cringed when he looked over at you.

Yan!Gamer who looked at you once and felt as if he was put in a trance, he stared for a few moments before rushing inside after noticing you starting to get uncomfortable under his gaze. He moved to his window, moving the blackout shades and looking over at you with wide eyes, he's only seen you for maybe a minute or two and yet he already feels butterflies in his stomach.

Yan!Gamer who spends the rest of the day laying in his bed and staring at the ceiling, your face was burned into his sight. His room was a mess, his floor trashed and something smelled, the only thing illuminating his room was his computer on his gaming desk. His mind burned with thoughts of your pretty face, what your voice would sound like, how your hands would feel against his own. He shamelessly reached down into his pants and started working on himself.

Yan!Gamer who decides to clean himself up the next day. Cleaning up meaning washing his face, putting on some clean clothes, and fixing up his hair into a ponytail. He walks over to your house and knocks on your door, welcoming you to the neighborhood. You tell him that you've been living here for almost a year now, and his face gets red as he apologizes for not introducing himself sooner. His words are all stuttered out and his sentences weirdly worded, he seemed to be quite socially awkward.

Yan!Gamer who keeps coming over to your house to talk to you, much to your dismay. He tries becoming your friend, buying you little gifts, getting you fast food, inviting you to play video games with him. You sighed and agreed, thinking you'd absolutely hate every second of it, but honestly you had a lot of fun playing some first person PVP games! You decided it'd be nice to at least try to be friends with the poor guy, at least he's getting some sun when he's walking over to your house.

Yan!Gamer who's actually fun to be around! Other than him trying to be secret about the pictures he takes of you, and him whimpering at the smallest of touches and words of praise you send his way, and the way he stared at you when you played video games solo, and-

Yan!Gamer who almost breaks down in tears when you tell him you have to go to the store after finishing a round in a game. He gets on his knees and begs you to stay with him, telling you that he doesn't know what to do without you and how he'll be good, he just wants you to stay! You frown and raise and eyebrow, you're honestly confused, you're literally just going to the store. What confused you more is how desperate he is, how he's crying and breaking down over you leaving for what would be around an hour.

Yan!Gamer who basically confessed to you as he was crying, his arms were wrapped around your leg as he cried into your thigh, begging you to stay with him. You laughed at him, pulling your leg back, making him almost fall but catch himself with his hands, looking up at you with his tear-filled eyes, his arms shaking as they held him up. You told him to get out of your house or you'd call the cops, making him scramble up onto his feet and nod, saying sorry through his tears and walking out of your house

Yan!Gamer who you don't see for a few days, until you see a quick flash of light when trying to sleep, you look over at the window in your room and see the long-haired boy. His eyes widened as you see him, before he ducks down. You growl and get out of your bed, walking out of your room and out of your house, circling around it to see the boy crouched next to your window, he falls back from his position as you stomp up to him and start yelling at him, his eyes start to water as you shout before he decides to get up and make a run for it.

Yan!Gamer who decides one day to knock on your door, you open it, not expecting him. You almost immediately close it when you see his wide eyes, but he uses his foot to keep the door open, 'please, just let me talk to you this once,' he whined. You sighed and opened the door, he took a step in before you threatened him, 'if you take a step into my house, I will call the cops,' he nodded, awkwardly rubbing his sides.

Yan!Gamer who held up a small bag full of cookies, 'I tried baking you cookies, as an apology,' you took the bag from his hands and looked at him angrily, 'cookies?' you say, 'You think cookies will make me forgive you for fucking stalking me?' you yell at him with a huff, he lets out a small laugh and looks away from you, 'maybe..' with that you slammed the door on him.

Yan!Gamer who's cookies you did eventually eat sometime that day, they weren't bad for someone who's probably never touched a stove in his life. Though a few minutes after eating the cookies, you started feeling dizzy, your mind went fuzzy and your vision going black, you couldn't keep your balance and you eventually fell. You heard a loud bang and footsteps coming towards you as you closed your eyes and fell asleep.

Yan!Gamer who you saw first thing as you woke up, you were tied up in a chair with your mouth gagged. He was sat in a chair in front of you, leaning his head against his palm as he stared at you with a large grin, "Now you have no choice but to forgive me now, huh, beautiful?" He laughed happily.

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YAN!SOLDIER

Yan!Soldier whom you met in the field hospital, he had been shot in the arm, you had been put in charge of taking out the bullet and bandaging him up, then sending him back out onto the field. The man was quite charming, he told you about his position on the field, asked you about yourself, and shamelessly flirted a little bit.

Yan!Soldier who left after a few days, going back onto the field to fight. It was only around a month later until he came back to get medical attention, another bullet wound. You hadn't remembered him until you heard his voice, you joked around with him as you removed the bullet, 'you're getting hurt just to come see me, huh, big guy?' He chuckled, then hissed as you pulled out the bullet, 'hah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, Sweetcheeks?'

Yan!Soldier who continues to tell you about his life at home, how he left home after finishing high school and how he's been in the military for the past five years. The next few days he just lays back and accepts the food and company, 'the only thing we have to eat on the fronts is hard bread and water' he tells you as he stuffs his face full of the mashed potatoes and ham you've supplied him.

Yan!Soldier who thanks you immensely for giving him a clean undershirt, cleaned of blood and mud. He gets up to get dressed, putting it under his camouflage jacket, putting on his muddy boots as he gets ready to leave the facility, he gives you a friendly kiss on your cheek and a hug before waving you goodbye.

Yan!Soldier who cant get his mind off the feeling of your skin against of his hand, the way you cared for him. He hasn't felt that cared for ever since he joined the military, it got to his head. He needed your touch again, he needed your voice. He played with his pocket knife, flicking it around as he laid in his uncomfortable bed, thinking of what to do with these feelings.

Yan!Soldier who purposely gets shot the next day just to see you again, giving you a soft smile when he meets you again. You laugh and shake your head, how has this man gone 5 years without dying. You help him anyways, that's what your here for! You notice he's a lot more touchy than normal. When you whack his hand and tell him to stop moving as you dig for the bullet with your tools, he whined but it quickly turned into a sound of pain when you wiggled the bullet out from under his skin.

Yan!Soldier who continues coming in every few days with a new injury, staying for a day or two and talking to you, before leaving. You swear he should be discharged if he's getting hurt so much, but you digress.

Yan!Soldier who keeps asking stuff about you, personal things that no doctor should tell their patients, yet you told him anyways. You both had grown quite close, beyond that doctor/patient relationship. Of course the soldier thought of you as more than you thought of him, yet he still enjoyed being different then most of your patients.

Yan!Soldier who had resorted to shooting and cutting himself just to see you, he was desperate but he wouldn't admit to it. He didn't care about the pain anymore, at this point his skin was filled with scars of wounds he'd inflicted just to see you again.

Yan!Soldier who tells his fellow soldiers about you anytime there is downtime, he just sits and stares into the distance as he talks about you, a smile on his face. The person next to him nudged his shoulder and laughed, teasing him about his little 'crush', resulting in him pinning them to the wall and holding his pocketknife to their neck, spewing threats. He had to be torn off of them, still yelling as he was dragged away from them.

Yan!Soldier who is back the next day, but not with any injuries, you give him a once over and raise your eyebrow in confusion, 'what are you doing here?' you ask him, he doesn't respond. Instead he takes a step forward and grabs you by your shirt, you almost start to try and call for help but your muffled by him kissing you. It ended as quickly as it started, 'I almost killed a guy yesterday for you,' he stated, 'wha-,' He had cut you off with another kiss before he pulled back once more, putting his hands in his pockets and turning around, walking away, 'You're mine' He told you as he walked.

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Yan!Ghost/Spirit

Yan!Ghost who resides your new house, it was built during the Victorian Era and surprisingly still had all of its furniture set up in the house, which was honestly a relief to you, you could either sell it all to gain some of the money back that the house costed you, or you could keep it and clean it all up so you didn't have to buy any new furniture.

Yan!Ghost who you heard of by the sellers of the house, there was a man who was murdered at that house, he was found without a head or any trace of evidence to lead to who he was or why he was murdered. 'He is quite active' they said, you tried not to laugh. You never believed in ghosts, but you decided to listen to their warnings since they had sold the house for quite cheap because of this 'John Doe'.

Yan!Ghost who finally catches a glimpse of you the day after you bought his house, he followed you through out the house, taking his time to look over you closely. Watching you touch and move his furniture. Running your hands along his velvet couch, his phonograph, his dinner table. The last people who lived there at least asked his permission to use his things, they studied up on him, but you, you waltz up in his home like you own the place!

Yan!Ghost who starts the haunt, that night a little after you went to sleep, he started playing some of his tunes on the phonograph as he did every night. He sat on the couch and let out a small sigh, relaxing as the music flooded through the room. Though the calm was quickly interrupted by you barging into the Livingroom with your flashlight, waving it around the room and checking for intruders before turning off the phonograph with a huff and heading back to bed. Absolutely unbelievable, how dare you turn off his music!

Yan!Ghost who absolutely trashes your stuff while your asleep, knocking over your boxes and breaking stuff. Hopefully when you wake up to your things a mess then you'll figure out how he feels when you touch his things!

Yan!Ghost who continues to watch you the next day, feeling pleasure in watching you clean up the mess he's made. Though you seem as if you couldn't care less, you chalked it up to you just not balancing the boxes correctly.

Yan!Ghost who randomly appears out of the corner of your eye, a dark figure with no head just standing there facing your direction, you would walk through cold spots and immediately feel as if you got hit on the back of your head, the phonograph randomly would play and screech at different times of the day, cupboards and doors would be slammed, stuff would fall without reason, yet you still stayed.

Yan!Ghost who one day see's you looking up things about him on your small little screen thing. He watches over your shoulder and reads with you, he had laughed along when they said one particular thing about him that was not at all true. It spooked you and you had jumped up, getting frightened by the random loud voice that was so close to you.

Yan!Ghost who gets an idea after that and starts whispering to you, speaking in your ear, saying hello or good morning. He didn't like you, but you were living with him now, so you both might as well get comfortable. With the next few months, you both did! He would help you find stuff, just talk to you, and leave you be if needed, and you'd respect his things and his music! You would loudly speak whats on your mind, knowing he's listening. Though he still hits you every time you walk through him.

Yan!Ghost who starts actually taking a liking to you, you start seeing him more, not just in the corner of your eye, but walking in front of you, or sitting next to you. He wasn't just a dark figure like he was before, you saw details now, he wore quite a dapper looking suit, with a muted-brown coat, his head was sliced off at the neck, where it was surprisingly clean, no blood drew out of the cut, probably because there wasn't actually any blood there.

Yan!Ghost who goes radio silent for a week or two after all of the activity, not even the nightly tunes you've gotten use to. Stuff of yours start to disappear with no hope of finding them. You shout at the ghost every time something important of yours ends up missing, to no avail.

Yan!Ghost who had been stashing your stuff in the attic, where he stayed most of the last few days. He feels absolutely disgusted with himself, he feels absolutely in love with you! How could he do this to himself! For the last few days he stomped around in the attic, punching stuff and throwing things, though randomly he would just plop himself down and stare at one of your objects he's collected, taking in every detail.

Yan!Ghost who started watching you in your sleep, looming over your body, staring at your peaceful face. He'd sit on the edge of the bed and caress your cheeks, and explore your body with his hands, most of the time finding himself rubbing his thumb over your lips, parting them and just admiring them. What he wouldn't give to kiss those lips.

Yan!Ghost who, one night, sat on the edge of your bed. His hands had roamed as they did every night, just feeling your skin against his fingers. His hands hesitated when they felt over your neck, stopping for a second and contemplating, before gently pressing down against your neck, slowly adding more and more weight onto your neck until you were choking and struggling against the invisible hands against your neck, you thrashed and yelled, your hands scratching at your neck as you tried to breath, before eventually going limp.

Yan!Ghost who, after a few minutes of silence, let go of your neck, his hands shaky as they moved them back up to your face, your eyes wide open and your lips parted. What he wouldn't give to kiss those lips. He can only sit and wait until the next time he see's you again, and he'll be there for you with open arms.

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YAN!PRETTYBOY

(100 FOLLOWER SPECIAL)

Yan!Prettyboy who you saw one day while scrolling through Tumblr, he had posted a Yandere x Reader that had honestly captivated you. You loved the character and you had wanted more content like that, so you clicked follow and binged all of his fics.

Yan!Prettyboy who you started interacting with more often, you became a regular! Talking to him through anon almost every single day when you could, just doing check ups and flirting with him here and there, sometimes sending in requests. You had gotten quite close to him, he was basically apart of your daily routine at this point.

Yan!Prettyboy who you dmed and talked to for a bit, before figuring out, wow you guys live nearby each other! He was a 30 minute drive away from where you lived, which had honestly excited you. You could probably stop by, if he'd allow you, of course.

Yan!Prettyboy who you met a few months later at his farm, he showed you around and let you see all of the animals, the sheep, chickens, horses, bunnies, cows. Hell, he even introduced you to his cats, which you could tell were honestly quite spoiled by the way they acted around him.

Yan!Prettyboy who was honestly a lot taller than you expected, you new he was 6'8 but you couldn't exactly comprehend it until you stood next to him. It was similar to his accent, you couldn't really comprehend how he'd sound until you heard him, his deep, yet loud voice mixed with his country accent making you blush every time he spoke to you.

Yan!Prettyboy who takes you out to dinner so you can eat before your car ride home, he made sure to pay for the dinner, despite your protests. He's the one who brought you there, after all!

Yan!Prettyboy who decides to give you his number before you leave, giving you a big hug before you enter your car and drive off. The next day you ask if you could visit again, why would he say no? You guys met up again and just went for a walk, the town center was nearby so you both just strolled along, talking to each other and looking at the different stores.

Yan!Prettyboy who you see almost everyday for the next few months, if not face-to-face, then over the phone. He tells you that you are one of the closest people to him now, that he honestly enjoys your company. You feel quite honored and tell him the same.

Yan!Prettyboy who after being bored all day, decides to try to find your social media's. With a little work, he found most of them, he would definitely use them to do stuff you enjoy with you! You post something about your favorite restaurant, he's taking you there. You post something about a hobby of yours, he's into the hobby too. You post something about someone else that you like, he's finding their social medias and sending them a few 'friendly' messages.

Yan!Prettyboy who shows up to your house one day with a basket of baked goods, fruits from his farm, and candies, handing them to you for you to eat. He told you that they were just a symbol of gratefulness towards you for being such a kind friend to him, you smile and accept the gift basket that he made you.

Yan!Prettyboy who starts writing about you, every time he writes a yandere story he keeps you in mind as the reader, he thinks of you as the person his characters would fall in love with, you're just so...perfect.

Yan!Prettyboy who decides to confess to you after a while, telling you how you're the only thing that's been on his mind, the only thing that matters to him. That surprised look on your face frightened him, and honestly his fingers were crossed, he hoped to the gods that you loved him back.

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YAN!SERVANT

(Someone sent an ask for this but tumblr ate it, Im sorry!!)

Yan!Servant who's worked for your family since you both were children. He was assigned to do as you say, when you say, as well as being your playmate so you hadn't bothered your parents. He was pretty damn good as his job seeing how he wasn't fired after years of service.

Yan!Servant who knew everything about you, exactly what you wanted down to the smallest detail, who'd stay behind you wherever you would go and keep you company. He delt with your spoilt self, and he was quite proud of how far he has come with you. It was barely a job to him anymore, you guys were friends!

Yan!Servant who started getting more protective over you when you got into the dating scene, he gave you an hour long lecture on dating safety. Telling you how horrible men are and how you'd most likely have to settle for less than perfect.

Yan!Servant who honestly gets a little mad when you go out on blind dates, he sits in a both next to you and your dates, watching and making sure you're safe and comfortable. A few of your dates called him out on his staring, and a few got quite uncomfortable and found any excuse to leave.

Yan!Servant who comforts you after your failed dates, saying how its their loss for not seeing how amazing you are, saying how nobody is worthy of your presence. He gives you a small hug and asks you if you want to take a walk around the city.

Yan!Servant who finds himself staring at you more often than normal with a blush on his face. Hitting himself over his feelings, he was not allowed to feel this way, he couldn't! You wouldn't have to settle for less if you settled for him, yet he's still a lesser person. You're of wealth and he and his family are basically just leaching on that money.

Yan!Servant who starts painting you in his free time, painting every miniscule detail until it was picture perfect. Yet the paintings still couldn't capture your beauty, nothing could compare. He'd rather see the real thing rather than paper.

Yan!Servant who does exactly that, he stares at you for hours on end with a little goofy smile on his face. His head rested on his hand as he imagines a future with you, why didn't you see that you were destined to be more than friends? It was so obvious.

Yan!Servant who starts sending you little notes with flowers he had found at a little flower shop nearby. He starts being more touchy, hugging you, cuddling you, holding your hand, placing his hand on the small of your back. He brings you your favorite food and drinks without being asked.

Yan!Servant who lets out a sigh when he figures out you couldn't care less about what he was doing for you. He knew you were spoilt, but in all his years of being your servant he would've never described you as ungrateful. That had started to change.

Yan!Servant who cant understand how you'd be so oblivious to his advances. He hadn't known how subtle he'd actually been but still! He's done so much for you and the least you could do is return some love his way!

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yan gamer nsfw? 👀

YAN!GAMER NSFW

You spent the whole night cuddled up with your gamer boyfriend. Your cheek was cozy against his chest, and his arms wrapped around you, controller in hand. He was super focused on the screen, mumbling stuff you couldn't catch. He tried to keep it down, thinking you were snoozing, but his patience wore thin as his game team started messing up. He looked more and more annoyed as his controller buttons got a real workout. He let out a quiet curse, telling his game buddies to get their act together, but it was too late—the screen lit up in big letters: "DEFEAT." "Shit, seriously?" he grumbled, plopping his controller on his lap and leaning back with a huff. His hands covered his eyes, and he ran his fingers through his hair, totally frustrated. He glanced at you, hoping you were still out like a light, but those half-closed eyes of yours were sneakily watching the game all along. Leaning over, he gave your head a little kiss, his fingers playing with your hair as he caught his breath. Then, back to business—he grabbed his controller again, ready to dive into a new game like a champ. Observing his demeanour, you couldn't help but discern the weight of stress that seemed to hang upon him. A soft, contemplative hum escaped your lips as your hand found its way to his chest, your fingers tracing invisible patterns against the fabric. From your vantage point, nestled in the cozy enclave of his embrace, you lifted your gaze to meet his, catching a glimpse of his features in the subdued light. The sound of your voice jolted him, a surprised yelp escaping his lips. "Whoa, wait. Dude, you're awake?" he exclaimed, a chuckle accompanying his words. Despite the fact that your romantic journey had spanned almost two years, his penchant for referring to you as 'dude' remained an unshakable quirk. And remarkably, you found a certain charm in the familiarity of it all.

Grinning in response to his laughter, you offered a lighthearted retort, "Nah, I've secretly been in a coma this entire time." Your words dripped with playful sarcasm, your eyes dancing mischievously as you maintained the playful facade, "You're stressed. Want help?" A subtle shift in your touch allowed your hand to venture lower, fingers skimming over the fabric of his jeans until they found purchase on his thigh. The effect was palpable; a restrained gulp betrayed his reaction. His voice, betraying a mixture of surprise and anticipation, wavered as he responded, "Uh, yeah, sure." With a confirming nod, you leaned in, your lips finding his in a gentle kiss that drew a small smile from him. Subsequently, you shifted your position, situating yourself between his legs. Your fingers deftly navigated the task at hand, working to adjust his boxers. His penchant for casual comfort around the house made these situations all the more convenient. His gaze remained fixed upon you, a mixture of surprise and anticipation reflected in the slight parting of his lips. His attention was momentarily interrupted by your playfully spoken question, accompanied by a nod toward his controller. "What're you looking at? Better focus on your game," you teased, a mischievous glint dancing in your eyes. Following your prompting, he nodded, his gaze returning to the screen, though not without a fleeting glance in your direction. His concentration wavered, torn between the virtual battlefield on the screen and the captivating scene unfolding before him. With newfound determination, he initiated a fresh game, handily selecting a character before seamlessly aligning with his newly assembled team. A flurry of virtual action ensued as he skillfully engaged with adversaries, his fingers a blur of precision upon the controller. However, periodic glances downward indicated his divided attention as you executed your deliberate ministrations. Soft, affectionate kisses graced his thighs, each press of his lips accompanied by a small, involuntary whimper from him. It was a familiar ritual, yet each time, his responses remained as earnest and sensitive as ever. Amidst the exchange, a unique vulnerability surfaced in him, contrasting the confident gamer persona he typically portrayed. In these moments, he was stripped of his armour, his sensitivity manifesting as a testament to the depth of your connection. The dynamic between you both was a blend of tenderness and playfulness, a symbiotic dance that continually renewed the intimacy you shared. You extended your arm, your fingers enveloping his member with a delicate touch. A single, swift pump followed, eliciting a reaction from your boyfriend. He lifted his hand, his eyes shut tightly, teeth sinking into the flesh of his palm, leaving indents that mirrored his pleasure. A tsk escaped your lips, prompting you to intervene. Gently, you grasped his hand, asserting your presence. "No need for that," you cooed, your voice a mixture of assurance and affection. Leaning in, you placed a tender kiss upon his cock, your gaze rising to meet his. His acknowledgment came in the form of a nod, the movement accentuated by the bobbing of his Adam's apple as he swallowed nervously. Momentarily collecting himself, his attention shifted back to the task at hand, the game demanding his focus once again. With his concentration partially restored, he continued his game. However, your voice broke through the silence, a soft request that held a hint of playfulness. "Make this next round a win for me, alright?" you urged. His response was a mumbled agreement, his words laden with determination.

"I'll give it my best shot," he murmured. Your lips maintained their gentle assault on his dick, each press of your mouth prompting a shiver to ripple through the man situated above you. A soft, affectionate chuckle escaped you as you observed his reaction. "You're quite the sensitive one, aren't you?" you purred playfully, your eyes meeting his with a mix of amusement and fondness. He responded with a hesitant, almost stuttered, "Mhm," his gaze flitting nervously between your gaze and the screen before him. Guided by your desire to tease and provoke, you proceeded to take his member into your mouth, your head moving rhythmically, up and down. The skillful dance of your lips and tongue elicited an involuntary moan from your boyfriend, his lower lip caught between his teeth in a futile attempt to stifle his response. Your dexterity in using both hand and mouth did not go unnoticed, each movement intensifying his reaction. "Mm, I'm gonna," he whined, his fingers clutching at your hair as you continued your skillful ministrations on the length in your grasp. "Please," he whimpered, the desperation evident in his voice. Temporarily removing his cock from your mouth, you addressed him, your words gentle yet empowering. "Take your time, Babe. This is all about you," you assured, before sensually returning it to your mouth, your tongue tracing its length suggestively. Soon after, he orgasmed with a loud moan, his cum mingled with your spit, an indulgence that seemed to send a jolt of ego through you. His controlled breaths filled the air, the controller forgotten beside him as he surrendered to the sensations, his focus no longer on the game but rather on the sensations enveloping him. "Silly boy, you look like you just finished a workout," With his features partially obscured by the haze of pleasure, he managed a small smile in response to your compliment. "Shut up," he laughed, his hand raking through his tousled, lengthy hair. Seizing the white controller anew, he held it in his grip, a sigh of resignation slipping from his lips. But within moments, his countenance morphed into one of absolute horror. His response was swift – he flicked off the TV, tossing the controller across to the other end of the couch. Covering his face with his hands, he released a groan that carried vexation. "Fuck," he spat, his words dripping with venomous self-censure. "I was fucking unmuted.

[lab1rynth]

YAN!LUST

Yan!Lust who you met around a decade after you got sent to hell, there was 7 rings which had been ruled by the 7 sins, one for each ring. Depending on the sin you had most committed, you had been banished to that ring.

Yan!Lust who you first see in a large bar he had owned, strippers and horny people flooded the floors, yet the large king had been left alone, no one dare step within 10 feet of him. Calling him large was a understatement. He was 11 feet tall, probably taller, his large platforms making him even taller. His head was replaced with a charred ghost skull with gold highlights, a fur scarf wrapped around where his neck would have been. He had two sets of arms, which were uncovered as he was wearing a white virgin killer and black pants, which shone bright against his pitch black skin that had matched the color of the skull.

Yan!Lust who you were honestly quite scared of at first, you knew his status and his power, and you weren't willing to catch his eye. Though as you drank more and more, and started to match the careless energy around you, you decided to walk up to him and flirt with him, leaning against his chair with a drunken smirk.

Yan!Lust who looked down at you, bringing one of his hands up to his chest as he gasped, he was also quite drunk and had been shocked someone walked up to him, "What are you doing, Little Sinner?" He asked, his voice quite deep as he spoke. The mouth of the skull moving as he spoke. You explained to him, "Hell, I'm drunk and dead and at the moment I don't give a shit about what happens to me. So you want to show me why you're the embodiment of lust?"

Yan!Lust who that night, after much flirting between you and him, had led you to one of the rooms where costumers would do as they pleased with the strippers, he locked the door before you both started what you both would be doing for the rest of the night. He had stamina, and wasn't exactly vanilla, though you had expected that. He's literally Lust, you'd be quite stupid if you expected anything less.

Yan!Lust who you stuck around, he wanted to keep it at a one night stand but you decided against it. You thought you had some sort of say in it, as if he didn't have sex with multiple sins a day and was a lot more powerful than you. He was the first sin, the origin of sin, he was quite a bit more powerful, as there's no sin without lust, bloodlust, lust for money, lust for sex, lust for power, it goes on.

Yan!Lust who figures you aren't leaving anytime soon, you quickly walk next to him and talk on and on as he slightly walks and looks forward. It happened a lot, you continuing to go on about random things as he ignored you, or at least you thought he did. That was until one day you asked a question, and he responded with a thing you had told him a few weeks ago. To say you were surprised he listened (let alone remembered), would be an understatement.

Yan!Lust who started talking to you a lot more after around 3 months, which if you were alive would be around 3 hours. Lust had told you how hell worked, it was made to torture all of the inhabitants that came from earth, those who were born in hell had been tortured, yet less than earth-borns, and those who ruled, as he did, performed this torture as much as possible.

Yan!Lust who lets you basically do whatever you want, you sit on his lap as he sits on his throne, when he's telling someone off your next to him roasting the shit out of the person. You drink, talk, fuck and party as much as you please. Well, you would've done the same before, but at least now you can do it knowing you aren't going to get murdered or something.

Yan!Lust who actually started to be quite laid back, yet clingy. He started talking more and joining in on some of your shenanigans, he had also taught you how to poll dance and how to use Aerial Silk! He was always at least two feet away from you, touching you, and had you in his sights.

Yan!Lust who, after one eventful night, you found missing from beside you on his bed. His door was locked and you had no tools to open the lock. So, you had decided just to look around, looking through his wardrobe, and through his drawers; going through a drawer in his bedside table and finding a strange collection of stuff of yours, nothing you gave to him, but small shit you'd lost. You let out a small laugh, closing the drawer before jumping onto the bed and turning on the TV.

Yan!Lust busted into the room a few hours later, dramatically sighing as he fell back next to you onto the bed, "Sorry Mouse, there was something happening with Lucifer and I couldn't have you come with me," He hummed, playing with your hair as you climbed onto his chest, burying your face between his breasts as he brought a hand up to play with your hair.

Yan!Lust who after a few minutes, you looked up at with a small smile, "So when do you plan on giving my shit back?" You asked, leaning your head onto your hand, "Maybe if you beg enough," He laughed out, making you pout. He brought up a hand and poked at your lip, stopping you from pouting, "I dont think you need them back anyway, since you're living with me now," You had let out a gasp and rolled off of him, "Since when?" - "Since you literally stopped going to your old house and sleeping in my bed," oh, yeah.

Yan!Lust who starts locking you in his room more often, cooking for you,getting you stuff, and moving you around like a little doll. Treating you like you belong to him. He barely lets you outside anymore. Though at this point you dont really care, you're being spoilt by a demonic king for the rest of eternity! Why would you care?

[lab1rynth]

YAN!TATTOOIST

Yan!Tattooist who you meet around the third time you get a tattoo, he was quite well rated in your area so you decided to just try out his work. When you met him you honestly were astonished at how handsome he was, and that immediately made you doubt where you wanted your tattoo, on your thigh.

Yan!Tattoist who worked quite swiftly and delicately on your thigh, his gloved hand gripping onto the skin of your thigh, as he focused, wiping the excess ink off of your skin after finishing a few lines of detail. His playful banter during so was not helping what so ever, your face going red.

Yan!Tattoist who you came to for the rest of your tattoo's, getting them everywhere that put you in some sort of exposed position with him and you had proudly exclaimed to your friends that you had a crush on your tattoo artist. You did however get tired of this one sided love for a while and invited him over for dinner after his shift a few times, which he gladly accepted as he just absolutely loved anything that was food.

Yan!Tattooist who starts to see your crush on him one night as he was out with his friends, they had to explain it to him after he told them about you. He never was too good at understanding other peoples emotions, neither did he understand his most of the time. He did feel drawn to you in some way, he has for a while.

Yan!Tattooist who quietly strays behind his friends, quietly thinking of the new information he just got handed. Then at night he laid in bed staring up at the ceiling as he continued with his thoughts. The next day you would have another appointment with him, he would study you as much as he could in the time being. He found all your social medias, your families social medias, your friends, and everything you're seen in.

Yan!Tattooist who comes in the next day with large eyebags and messy hair, his black button up stopping lower than normal, showing a bit of his chest. He was quite tired but he put on his rubber gloves and went to see you. You were cheerful as always, you smiled and asked him for one of those Lip color tattoos. He asked, "You know its quite common for them to fade away after a while? Pain and bleeding can also occur during, as well as 2 weeks after, the tattoo being made," You nod, "You don't have to keep treating me like I don't know my stuff. I probably know a lot more than you!" You laugh as you told the tattoo artist. He shook his head and smiled, everything you did affected him somehow now that he knows how you feel, how HE feels. Your voice is like music to him.

Yan!Tattooist who sets you down at his booth, getting all the ink and his tattoo gun. He cleaned everything he could as he made some small talk with you, which was fine up until he said, "How was your little brothers game yesterday?" You looked up at him confused, "Good, uh, how do you know about that?" He looked over at you, "You didn't tell me about that?" "No, I didn't," He then turned around and focused back on his tools, "Then never mind."

Yan!Tattooist who gets started almost immediately, getting a small string with white lipstick on it to carefully map out your cupids bow, then going in with red lip liner so he could easily see where he was going to be tattooing. Using a white lip liner around the edges of your lips for more contrast. All the while he keeps his eyes on your lips, gently holding your chin between two of his fingers as he closely focused.

Yan!Tattooist who then got his tattoo gun, the needle was honestly quite small, you could barely see it. He walked around you to lay you chair back so you were facing the ceiling before sitting next to you, gently holding your face in his hands to have your head laying flat against the chair behind you before whispering, "Try not to move your head for me, alright doll?" Your eyes went wide and you almost nodded, before catching yourself, "Okay," you weakly spoke. He nodded with a small laugh before he got to work.

Yan!Tattooist who continues on, slightly making a hissing sound when he sees some blood run down your face from your lips, he wipes it off with his thumb and nonchalantly licks it off his glove. Your wide eyes continue to get wider, did he just...

Yan!Tattooist who finishes up after a few minutes wiping the excess ink off gently with a cleaning cloth before saying, "Okay I want you to be careful of your lip area, alright? No spicy foods for the next two days, and be careful of some facial cleaning products, like with vitamin C and vitamin D," You nodded along. He moved around the chair again to move it back up so you were sitting.

Yan!Tattooist who hums at the sight of your lips, somewhat swelled from his work with a small little bloody cut on it. Your lips were red from the ink, though they wouldn't be that red for long. He leaned forward and pressed a deep kiss onto your lips, you almost yelled right there, you pushed him back. "What, did you not like that?" he asked, tilting his head, "Well, first of all, my lips hurt like hell," You started, "And second, I have a boyfriend!" You said angrily.

Yan!Tattooist who laughed that one laugh of his, the one that always put a blush to your face, "Seeing on how you and your body reacts to me, honey, that 'boyfriend' of yours might as well be an exe," He said with a pointed smile, looking down at you as he leaned on his table of tools.

Yan!Tattooist who quietly watches as you look down and hesitate a bit before you stand up and storm off, he stayed still, letting you do as you pleased, as you had paid beforehand anyways. He knew where you lived from his little search last night, and he would definitely be visiting you tonight no matter if you know he was there or not.

[lab1rynth]

. . IF YOU DONT HATE ME THEN REANIMATE ME!

🎃 - Mortician:

🎃 - DILF:

🎃 - Catboy: 🍂

🎃- Criminal:

🎃 - Femboy:

🎃 - Zombie: 🍂

🎃 - Ghost:

🎃 - Gamer: 🍂

🎃 - Tattooist:

🎃 - Hallucination: 🍂

🎃 - Lust:

🎃- Salesman:

🎃- Reflection:

🎃- Bully:

. .PROVE IT TO ME BABY!

[lab1rynth]

Yan!Reflection

During your youth, a standing mirror became part of your inheritance from your father's will, alongside other possessions like money. However, it was the mirror that captured your fascination. This tall, aged, and slightly dusty mirror was accompanied by an intriguing note that simply said, 'For moments when companionship is sought.'

Curious.

You positioned it within your room, diligently dusted it off, adorned it with stickers, and over time, it seamlessly blended into your daily existence, becoming an integral part of your routine.

Yan!Reflection, observed you each day from their realm behind the mirror, eagerly anticipating the moment when your paths would align once more, allowing them to mimic your actions anew. The fascination they held for your life, for you, was palpable. Trapped within the confines of the mirror world, a place barren of substance, they were confined to the spaces and scenes that the mirror had witnessed. Therefore, they found refuge in your mirror-adorned room, a frequent visitor. They'd snuggle amidst your pillows, don different garments, and engage in various activities to while away the hours, promptly restoring everything to its original state as soon as you returned.

Yan!Reflection, would gaze deeply into your eyes whenever you caught your own reflection, exuding a sense of pride when you presented yourself with confidence. They shared your sorrows, shedding tears alongside you during moments of sadness. When you belted out songs in tune with your music, they'd join in lipsyncing with resounding enthusiasm. They'd keep vigil over your slumber and cast disapproving glares at anyone besides you in the room. They refrained from conversing with other reflections unless the topic revolved around the captivating tapestry of your life. You held a truly unique place in their heart.

Yan!Reflection, occasionally fumbled in their role, inadvertently drawing your attention as you caught them observing you from your peripheral vision. There'd be the occasional disorderly backdrop or a minor stumble as they replicated your movements. You might even glimpse a fleeting figure darting out of view and back into place when you woke up, their hope likely resting on the hope that you hadn't witnessed their gaze fixed upon you. If only they could reach out and truly sense you, share a hug. The longing to hear your voice express the sensations of being you was undeniable; in their eyes, it must be a truly incredible experience.

Yan!Reflection, took a spontaneous step one day, while you were just finishing brushing your hair upon waking. Lost in your gaze, you suddenly saw your mirror image smiling at you—though you weren't mirroring that expression. Your eyes widened, causing you to inadvertently step back and trip onto the floor. Seeing your reaction, their concern grew, their hands instinctively pressing against the mirror's surface. From their side, they leaned against the mirror worriedly looking down at you and, in an unexpected turn, tumbled through with a startled squeak. Before you could react, they had landed atop you.

Yan!Reflection, gazes up at you with a giggle, their hand lifting to wave in your direction as you remained rooted in fear. Verbal communication wasn't an option for them; that privilege didn't extend to reflections. So, they resorted to a game of charades. In your drowsy state, you found yourself deciding that dealing with this replica was too much effort, and so you allowed them to proceed unchecked. Their delighted exploration of your room began soon after; though it mirrored their world, it held an incomparable allure as it was yours—a distinct original, not just a mere duplicate.

Yan!Reflection orchestrates a day where you're confined to your room. They nuzzle against you, attempting to convey something. Your observation notes a marked divergence in personality—They are clingier, livelier, brimming with enthusiasm. In a bold decision, you opt to embrace the unexpected, realizing that your own life was devoid of substantial activity. The sheer absurdity of the situation hasn't fully sunk in yet. Eventually, as night descends, you drift into sleep, comforted by their presence beside you.

Yan!Reflection vanished upon your awakening, leaving behind an empty mirror. Of course, you didn't show up in your mirror, akin to some kind of vampire myth. The experience wasn't a dream; rather, it felt like yesterday had been erased from reality. Nonchalantly, you got dressed in your school attire and proceeded to open your bedroom door, only to be greeted by a disorienting blur, your walls looking like a puzzle of confusion. Your fingers grazed the walls as you descended the stairs, discovering your house in disarray. It appeared as though only portions of the house were visible, while the rest remained an enigmatic void—an apparent manifestation of the mirror's limited perspective. Shocked, you rushed back upstairs and slammed your bedroom door, tears welling up as you advanced toward the mirror. Gazing at it, you attempted to escape its confines, only to find your efforts fruitless.

Yan!Reflection, reappeared clad in unfamiliar attire—dressed up and exuding happiness. They placed their backpack by their bed, approaching you with an exuberant smile and a friendly wave. In stark contrast, you were slumped against the mirror, your cheeks stained with dried tears as you stared vacantly at the ceiling. No more tears would come, as if you had been drained of all emotion. Observing your state, they clicked their tongue in concern, grappling for a moment before finally stepping through the mirror—an ability they had acquired just the day before. With a determined stride, they knelt beside you, their expression a mix of worry and care, and then they enveloped you in a compassionate warm embrace, closing their eyes as they let out a tiny hum.

Yan!Reflection adhered to their routine consistently. They'd provide your breakfast, leave for a while, return to serve lunch, then depart again, only to come back in the evenings and devote time to you while ensuring you were fed. Gradually, you found yourself valuing these visits. A deep longing for their presence took hold, as they were your sole interaction, serving as a vital support in your life. Their companionship seemed to sustain you, like you thrived on the time spent together. Your dependency grew, and they reciprocated, wholeheartedly welcoming your touch and the kind words you shared.

Yan!Reflection on certain days, would withhold the comforts of their presence, penalizing you for even the faintest hints of your desire to return to your own world. They didn't hesitate to reprimand you for the tiniest of actions, a tactic that only fueled your compliance and heightened your dependence on them. Over time, you became molded into an obedient and attached companion, precisely the way they intended. You had been carefully crafted into the optimal version of yourself, transformed into their unwavering and devoted companion—your reflection's obedient pet.

[lab1rynth]

YAN!STORYTELLER

"Yan!Storyteller who has been watching you for a while now, writing you stories about different men that made your heart flutter. Watching your face turn red and blush through the screen at his creations. He wished to do the same with you, he wished that instead of his stories that he could make your face beet red and your smile wide."

"Yan!Storyteller who decided enough is enough, that he would write you something of you and him, a story of your love."

"So here I am."

"The things I would do for you, darling. I know you love the others, Yan!Mortician, Yan!Zombie, Yan!Catboy. I've seen your face as you read through those little headcanons of the boys, what would you do if you read something with me as your yandere, hm? Would you just like and scroll, or would you be invested? Would you beg for more like a Good little Pet, or would you just not care?"

"I see you there, behind your screen, you're just staring at my words, staring at me. Do I not please you as much as the others? Is it because Im talking directly to you and not just a version of yourself? Or is it because Im not in a headcanon form?"

"Yan!Storyteller who would do everything for you, , his heart lies in your hands. You dont know who he is, but he knows you, your searches, your likes, your dislikes, your families, your nudes, crushes, everything."

"Is that better? I've seen the best and worst of you, I know you, I know you the most out of anything. I believe I'd be the best choice rather than all your fictional crushes saved in your tiktok, or in your gallery, or all of those fanfictions you have liked, or all of those people in your dms. Im the one providing you the content you read here, I always put a little of myself in each yandere." "I've seen you crush on people similar to me, with the same personality, same looks. You just reading the other yanderes shows at least shows me you enjoy me slightly, I know you do. Look, I don't want to keep you, darling. So think about it, would you, love?"

[lab1rynth]

Are you still taking requests? Cuz I'm dying to see your take on (secretly masochistic) bully!yandere. your brain and your writing is just so damn cool

Yan!Bully

You were known as the reserved student, the one who adorned themselves with unconventional makeup, gothic attire, and vividly dyed hair. Your quiet demeanour, however, wasn't entirely by choice. You stood out from the crowd of peers who clung to the same fashion they'd embraced since childhood. You were the individual that everyone barked at and shot disdainful glances at. In contrast, your boyfriend was a favourite among the adult population at your university. The professors held him in high regard, fellow students showed him respect, and his circle of friends thoroughly enjoyed his company. However, there was an element of fear associated with him among the student body, as he had the capacity to exhibit a rather unpleasant side if provoked. Especially when someone showed disrespect to people close to him, such as yourself. A mere hint of disrespect in your direction would set him off, and he'd quickly start throwing punches. More often than not, he managed to escape significant consequences, thanks in part to his father's role as the principal, usually ending up with just a stern talking-to.

At the close of the day, the two of you would typically part ways: he to his club activities, and you to your dorm, awaiting his return. However, today was different. When he came back, his body bore the marks of a recent fight, his long hair dishevelled and sweaty. He approached you while you were peering into the fridge and leaned in, resting his head on your shoulder, savouring the cool air wafting from it. "Ew, sticky," you groaned, turning to face him and playfully pouting your lips. You reached out and cupped his damp face in your hands, teasing, "Oh, my baby," and cooing, "Does my baby need a bath?" He nodded, too exhausted to speak after the gruelling fight, his lips pressed together by the gentle pressure of your hands.

You nodded and pressed a kiss to his forehead, wiping the sweat off your lips before you let him go take a shower, giving you time to get a small snack cooked for the both of you. It wasn't long for him to come out in a black tank top and boxers, his prescription glasses on (which he never wore at school, as he thought it made him look like a nerd) as he tried to find you in the apartment, eventually finding you sitting on the couch and setting himself on your lap. Your hand finds itself in his hair, playing with it before going down to the bruises on his body. You found one and pressed down onto it with force, your boyfriend responding with a small moan, you continued then to drag your nails down his back, leaving red marks. He closed his eyes and turned to bury his face into your thighs as you drew shapes on his back. "I bet you creamed when they did that to you, huh?" He turned towards you, his eyes widening. "I would never! Though…" Now it was your turn to be surprised. "What do you mean 'Though…?'" you inquired, you would hit him if he wasn't attracted to it.

"I meant, perhaps if you were the one beating me, maybe then I'd be open to…that," he chuckled. You peered down at him with a sly grin before gesturing for him to sit up. Obediently, he followed your command, and you grinned as you firmly held his neck, tilting his head upward. Leaning in, you sank your teeth into his neck with fervor, leaving behind bruises and drawing blood as you continued your passionate descent all the way down to his collarbones. Whimpers and moans coming from the most feared man in college as you bruised him with your mouth. Once you were done, you leaned back and ran your thumbs over the wounds, a proud smile gracing your face as his expression turned more nervous and needy one. "I think I might just use this as blackmail material," he teased, narrowing his eyes and leaning in, pressing his forehead against yours as he locked eyes with you. "You wouldn't dare," you countered with a huff, but your resistance melted as he planted a kiss on your lips, then settled back onto your lap.

[lab1rynth]

Hey Pb, I’ve got a request for you. What were to happen if reader was able to escape from Yan! Mortician? How would he react and how soon would he find them if they had help? You can keep reader gn if you like.

Miss 🍯

YAN!MORTICIAN when you escape

It was late at night, you're beloved Mortician had been long asleep by that time. He had been so kind to you recently, moving you guys to a comfy and quaint house, where he let you roam freely and do as you pleased (with a few exceptions).

Though you had one thing in mind, even with all of the niceties, you still couldn't bring it in you to love him, so you decided tonight was the time to leave. You gently climbed out of bed, praying that your movements dont wake him as your feet finally hit the cold hard-wood floor, slightly flinching at the creaks as you set your weight down.

You hadn't planned on taking anything with you, there was nothing here you needed, your Mortician didn't even have any phones, at least not ones you know of. The clothes on your body was all you were going to take as you quietly snuck out of the room, then out of the house all together.

Once you felt the cold chill of the midnight air, you suddenly started sprinting into the deep woods that surrounded the house. You had no clue where you were going, you just sprinted until you couldn't anymore. You were not able to find your way out of the woods, sadly, it seemed as if your Mortician planned on you running away.

You sat yourself down against a tree, huffing as you tried to catch your breath. Leaning your head back against the tree behind you as you eventually felt tears wet your eyes. You were never going to get out of this, were you?

Thats all you could remember until everything went black.

You woke up once again to the sounds of shoes crunching against the earths floor, you frantically got up and started making a run for it but was quickly stopped by an arm tightly wrapped around your waist and another covering your mouth. You struggled against the arms, causing them to grow tighter, "Hush now, Pumpkin," your Mortician spoke, "If you keep struggling Im going to have to hurt you, and I dont think either of us want that."

The threat made you stop, and let out a small sob into his hand, going limp as he then picked you up over his shoulder. At this point you didn't want to fight, you knew it'd all be useless and you'd end up back and that house again. You were wasting your energy trying to run away and he had tried to remind you of that again and again. You finally decided to listen.

The walk wasn't as long as you thought it would be, only around 10 minutes. You thought you ran farther than that but apparently time slows down when you're in fear. The Mortician pushed open the door with his boot, kicking the boots off as he walked inside. He sat you down on a couch and looked you over, checking your body for any bruises or cuts before he sighed.

"Im very cross with you, Pumpkin. Not only did you try to run away from the life we've built but you could of been seriously hurt," He mumbled, before picking you up once again and bringing you to you shared room, locking the bedroom door behind him. He slipped you off of his shoulder into a small cushioned chair as you continued to just sob and go limp. He grabbed a rope from a box below the bed, trying it around your limbs to the chair, "Honey, you're gonna have to stay here until you regain my trust, alright? Im not angry, but you really hurt me with your actions and you need to think about what you've done," He spoke, his fingers holding your chin forcing you to look up at him.

"I love you, and I know deep down you love me. You're just scared, darling, and I can understand that," The Mortician kissed your forehead, moving one of his hands up to wipe away your tears, "I'll make you some of your happy food, alright? You sit here and calm down and I'll be back."

You knew he normally laced the food with anti-depressants, depending on how you've been, he'd lace the food with other medications but you caught him once with the anti-depressants so that you know for sure. There was nothing you could do about it at this point though, nothing but cry.

You were horrified, fuck, you were never gonna get out of here.

[lab1rynth]

yan pretty boy headcanons

Yan!@yourpersonalprettyboy

You arrived in town as the new face, stepping into its quaint, tight-knit community where everyone had a familiar nod for everyone else – except you, that is. The reasons were your own, having recently bid adieu to your previous abode due to roommate tensions. It didn't take long for you to decide that enough was enough, leading to a hasty exit and a new abode in a tranquil suburban setting. Boxes surrounded you, waiting to be unpacked, yet you chose a different path. Instead, you sank onto the mattress resting on your bedroom floor-to-be, indulging in a luxurious stretch. And then, almost as if by instinct, your phone found its way into your hand, ushering you into the lives of those who popped up on your social media feed. The minutes melted away as you became engrossed in their online narratives, momentarily shelving the task of tackling those patient boxes.

You suddenly perked up, your ears catching the rhythmically firm knocks that were padding at your front door. Emitting a groan, you lifted your arms to cover your eyes, but ultimately, albeit begrudgingly, you convinced yourself to rise. You dragged yourself towards the door, mustering a more upbeat appearance and putting on a cheerful demeanor before flinging the door open wide. Standing before you was a tall, well-built man, slightly stooping to meet your gaze since he towered over the door. In his hands, he held a transparent plastic container brimming with chocolate chip cookies. His face beamed with a broad smile, and he chimed in, "Heard whispers 'bout a fresh face movin' in." His country accent colored his words distinctively, "I reckon those ain't just whispers, huh?" He chuckled, extending his hand, presenting you with the cookies. "Whipped these up a bit ago, saw you pull up, figured you might need a quick nibble 'fore you use up all that newfound energy," he explained.

Grinning widely, you nodded in gratitude, "That's incredibly thoughtful! Thank you!" You accepted the cookies, glancing up at him. He momentarily stumbled over his words, then recovered, "Ah, where are my manners? I'm PB, got a farm just down the road," he gestured behind him, pointing in the direction of his homestead. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance, PB!"

He lingered there, anticipating your introduction, but apparently missing the subtle cue, you found yourself locked in an uncomfortable hush. Prompted by the silence, you produced a clicking sound with your mouth, tilting your head slightly as you spoke up, "Hey, um, you wanna come on in and enjoy these?" you inquired. "Oh, yeah, definitely!" The rural gentleman agreed, his nod marked with agreement as he stepped across the threshold. He had to lower his head a bit to avoid grazing the doorframe.

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As time went on, your connection with him grew stronger with each passing week. In this local setting, he was the one person you truly enjoyed having conversations with. The others seemed to wear the same superficial mask, as though they were all cut from the same cloth – a far cry from the dynamic interactions you were used to in the city. Maybe your encounters with less-than-friendly individuals in the past made you treasure authentic connections even more. Now, you genuinely looked forward to sharing discussions with someone – and that someone happened to be PB. His distinct way of speaking, his natural kindness, and the way he treated you as an individual rather than just another task, made him stand out. The icing on the cake was when he jumped in to help you unpack, transforming what was once a dull chore into a joint effort. This departure from the norm was a change you wholeheartedly welcomed.

You did pick up on something, though. He seemed to be lingering around more frequently, his interactions taking a more intimate turn. He'd fixate his gaze on you more often, exude a touch more flirtation, and exhibit a subtle possessiveness. Then came the disappearance of trivial items – used clothes, candles, and even some of your eating utensils. Alongside these incidents, he'd bring you items he found appealing – polished rocks, books, and assorted trinkets – aspects you only fully figured out after reflecting on the bigger picture. The puzzle pieces were undeniably strange.

"After you," he drawled, opening the door to the quaint bar he was keen on showing you. You gave a nod and stepped into the lively ambiance, feeling him close the door behind you. The two of you soon settled at the worn wooden bar. Surprisingly, he opted for a sweet drink, a Malibu Sunset. "Hah, who would've thought such a tough guy would go for something so gentle?" you teased. "Aw, come on now," he chuckled, "I ain't one for gettin' sloshed too often; reminds me too much of my old man," he admitted, his arms folding as he leaned back in his seat. You nodded in understanding, resting your head on your hand, "Understandable."

Before long, your drinks arrived. He wasted no time in taking a sip from his, while you took a swig from the brown bottle in front of you. Just as you were settling into the moment, a striking woman in a crimson dress sauntered up and took a seat next to you. "Hey there, Sweetheart," she purred, crossing her legs on the stool beside yours. The glare she received from your buddy at your side was as clear as day. You couldn't help but chuckle at his unexpected possessiveness, deciding to playfully push his buttons. "Well, hello there, beautiful," you responded with a grin, leaning against the bar. PB's jaw hung open briefly before he cast his gaze down at his drink, his irritation evident as he swirled the ice with his straw, saying nothing.

You carried on chatting with the woman, leaving the fellow from the countryside beside you to nurse his drink in a silent fit of jealousy. As you exchanged playful banter, you couldn't help but notice her accentuating her "assets" more, subtly trying to catch your eye and perhaps entice you to spend the night with her. However, it didn't take too long before PB let out a sigh, taking a hearty swig of his drink before fixing his gaze on the woman. "Don't you have a bordello to run, Janet?" he quipped, a tinge of jealousy unmistakable in his tone. "Hold on there, big guy, just looking to have a little fun," she retorted with a smirk, eliciting a grumble from him as he rose to his feet.

Your attention followed him as he made his exit from the bar, catching sight of him through the window as he retrieved a cigarette from his pocket. He lit it up, leaning against his car outside, a visible frown marring his features as he smoked away his frustrations. You shot a casual shrug toward the woman, then let out a sigh as you stood up. Following PB's lead, you sauntered across the uneven expanse of the parking lot until you caught up with him. His cigarette transitioned from his lips to his side, his fingers flicking off ashes as his gaze momentarily averted. Then he spoke, drawling out, "Y'all are lucky I don't lay a hands women," his tone tinged with a Southern twang.

A few beats later, his gaze shifted toward you. You couldn't resist a playful tease, "Feeling a bit jealous there, tough guy?" poking his side. His expression soured as he responded, "Y'all reckon my feelings are some sorta joke?" Your grin faded as you sensed the seriousness in his words. "No! No! What's wrong?" you inquired, leaning against the car next to him, your hand coming to rest on his shoulder. He spoke quietly, his accent adding a certain warmth to his words, "It rubs me the wrong way, seein' you eyeing others that way. Can't stand folks talkin' to you like that." His gaze met yours, his eyes reflecting a hint of moisture, though the tears remained unshed. "I want you to look at me that way, no one else. I want your eyes on me," he continued, his voice soft as a summer breeze, "Please."

Meeting his gaze, your eyes widened, taking in the raw vulnerability of his expression. "I'll think about it," you began, but he interrupted, his Southern drawl laced with urgency, "No, I need your answer now… please," he implored. You nodded, avoiding his eyes, your gaze dropping to the gravel beneath your feet. You fidgeted, shifting your shoes against the rocks and dirt, your mind racing to process his words. "Please," he repeated, the weight of his feelings carrying in his voice.