#Yandere male oc x reader

[tsuutarr]

All of the fairies in Cot’s village have told him that he’s a workaholic with no understanding of his own limits. He usually waves them off, too focused on his potion crafting to really care about what they’re saying.

But when he falls inside your basket, he’s vividly aware of how stupid he is for ignoring his own limitations. He had flown too far to find some herbs and now he’s stuck in a human’s basket. He really doesn’t want to know what you’ll do to him, but he’s too tired to fly away.

Maybe you’ll put him in a jar. Or rip off his wings. Or feed him to your dog. Or something. Thousands and thousands of negative thoughts flood his head as he looks up at you, a mixture of wariness and exhaustion present on his face.

The last thing he expects is for you to push a few berries his way. The sweet, tantalizing scent of the berries makes Cot’s mouth water. His hunger wins over caution as he chows down on your gift. He doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything so delicious. 

Once he’s done eating, Cot decides that you’re actually really, really nice. The smile on your face as you watch him eat makes his heart feel all fuzzy and warm. Your voice when you talk to him is really pretty, too.

After that, Cot begins to linger around you. At first, it’s purely to repay you! You were so nice to him, so of course he wants to pay that forward. He helps you take care of your garden and helps you clean your house, eager to please you. 

As he continues to assist you in any way he can, Cot can’t help but love spending time with you. It’s fun, it’s easy, it’s just… nice to be with you. In fact, he spends most of his time with you, making himself comfy in the dollhouse you got for him. And when he has to go back to the Fae Realm, all he can think about is you as he goes about his tasks.

He doesn’t really mind it, though. He likes thinking about you.

But then he has a thought. Maybe it’ll be better if you’re with him, always. When he sees you hanging out with your friends on his visit to the human realm, this thought spirals out of control until it becomes something dark and possessive and all-consuming.

Yeah, it really will be better if you're always with him.

He begins to gift you enchanted tea leaves from the Fae Realm, determined to slowly transform you into someone who’s more fae than human. Then, he gifts you a lovely necklace, enchanted with a piece of his magic – a piece of him. 

You gratefully accept the necklace, unaware of the enchantment on it – an enchantment to ensure that all your friends are too sick to ever spend time with you because he’s the only one you’ll ever need.

And as Cot sets his plan, you’ll be none the wiser. After all, why would you ever suspect your cute, tiny fairy friend? He’s just so adorable and harmless, you know?

[prttykittes]

HIT ME BABY, ONE MORE TIME!

yandere!loser x gn!bully!reader

cw. Yandere, nsfw, masturbation, shoe licking, shoe humping, masochism, fleshlight, sex tape, recording sex, crying, reader has sex with other people mentioned

notes: yandere!loser time!!!

Yandere!Loser who lets out weak moans, when you kick and punch him. His body trembles from excitement, not form fear but excitement.

Yandere!Loser who can feel his pretty dick twitch in his pants, he moans when his dick rubs against your shoe when you kick his crotch. It feels pain but damn does he love it.

Yandere!Loser who looks up at you while you stare down at him, making him lick your shoe. His tongue slurping up the dirt off your shoes, he moans when you press the shoe down.

Yandere!Loser who jerks him off himself off, stroking his dick up and down. His hand furiously moving, his pretty tip leaks out so much pre-cum!

Yandere!Loser who masturbates to you, standing over him, degradating him, living his body, he fucks a fleshlight. Imagining it's you, your hole clench around his dick.

Yandere!Loser who cries, tears streaming down his face. He moves his hips so much, his dick rubbing against your shoe, he loves how it feels when it rubs against your shoe.

Yandere!Loser who video tapes you having sex with other students, he only records you, on your face, on your body. He kills the person and jerks off to the video.

Yandere!Loser who whines and lets out a sob when you finally decide to fuck him, ride his cute dick and make him come so many times, making your walls paint and his stomach white!!!<3

(please use him more and more!!!)

[queenie-the-court-jester]

random imagine #2

Cotton has been staring at you.. for quite a long time now. Unblinking, no thoughts going through that head of his.

It almost freaked you out, not even your children could snap him out of it. No matter how hard they tugged and yelled at him, he stayed put.

At this point you considered grabbing the nearest pan and smacking him with it, close to actually doing it until he suddenly snapped back into reality.

Walking off as if nothing happened.

You're 100% convinced cotton is secretly 14 weasels inside a trenchcoat

[justarandomweeb]

Yandere Zombie Rockstar

[A/N] This is like the last Yandere Monster in the Yandere Monster line up! Get ready folks for the official debut! I'm literally so excited to show their faces and draw their interactions! Yipeeeee!

MDNI

Warning: Mentions of body fusion, Mentions of joint consciousness.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar loves the rush feeling that make his dead heart pumping, unlike his fellow undead who are slow and mellow preferring to go on a calm pace. And what better way to get that rush but to be the hardcore rockstar, sharing his passion to the world. He never takes these feelings for granted, never wanting to being the gloomy ghoul he was.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar doing his usual performance with his energetic band, embracing the noise and cheers of the crowds. He locks eyes with you, and his dead heart explodes and his fingers twitch that he almost dropped the microphone. His knees shaking and almost giving out, the ambiance muffled.

He finally finds out what he's missing out, the emotion that have never struck him before... He is in love.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar wastes no time getting down stage and the security making way for him, he gives you a back pass from his pocket, climbing on top of the stage and winks at you, resumes to performing once again.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar impatiently waits for you at the dressing room, he glam himself up with... provocative clothing to get areaction from you. He hears the knock and drags you cheerfully into his room, mostly the one doing the chatting, he then gives you his number. Asking you on a date, as friends of course.

Yandere Zombie Rockstar waves you goodbye when his driver drops you off home, escorting you to the front door. When he finally gets back inside the car, he squeals and fist pumps in the air. He finally found the one, his soulmate, his darling!

He must hurry up and make you fall in love with him, if worse comes to worse he'll just stitch you with his limbs and stitch himself with your limbs, even more romantic if you and him are one, joint consciousness, one entity, together forever. He doesn't want to lose these feelings, god forbid you fall for someone else. He won't lose you, even if you have you lose your humanity for his obsession.

[cutieshonie]

♪ → 愛してます ! ← ♪

→ pairing ; yandere!photographer x gn!reader

→ content.warning ; yandere, smut, blood, gn!reader, male! yandere, murder, mating press, making out, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, abuse, dubcon, selfharm, yandere photographer is your boyfriend as well which is why it says yandere!boyfriend in the tags!

→ notes. ; my bae(@cutiesgawr) was supposed to write this but she is so sweet that she let me have the idea <3 ; changed ideas, which is why it says yandere boyfriend but he is your boyfriend anyways!

Yandere!photographer who you met when you were walking and he saw you! He had to take a picture of you, he was in the photography club, you posed for his picture. He treasures that photo of you.

Yandere!photographer who treasures all the pictures he takes of you with his camera, how couldn't he?! You were so perfect and you were the perfect one for his pictures that he was missing!

Yandere!photographer who gets all happy when you feel inlove with him, he gets so giggly when you accept his confession!

Yandere!boyfriend who will do anything to keep you with him, his hands on your body as he can finally say that you are his and he is yours. Everything his. You were so precious and there's no way that he will let you leave him.

Yandere!boyfriend who will punch and stab for you, he can't let anyone harm his baby! He has to make sure yourself and when you feel proud of him... He gets his present, you. Under him, writhing in pleasure as your legs tremble and your hands grip at his chest.

Yandere!boyfriend who touches your sex, over and over even when you're taking a break from climaxing. His finger press down in your sex as he smiles. He knows that only he has this affect on you.

Yandere!boyfriend who scares away your friends, why are you sad? You should be happy that those rats are gone! You only need him in your life anyway so what's the point of crying?

Yandere!boyfriend who accidentally(not) kills your best friend, he didn't mean it, let him please you and forget about that whore Rat! Who goes on his knees and his tongue lands on your sex.

Yandere!boyfriend who makes you cry due to pleasure or is it of sadness? He loves your tears, your cute hands on his chest, as you weakly hit at his chest. He just finds you so cute, his hand grips hard at your arm when you hit his face, seems like he was to teach you a lesson, ah.

Yandere!boyfriend who breaks down when you say that you want to break up, hands balled in a fist as he stares at you. Eyes twitching, he can't believe what he is hearing....

Yandere!photographer who breaks stuff in his house, breaking mirrors and furniture. Everything including himself, he grabs a knife and cuts into his skin. Writing your initials into your skin with his blood, he will take the best photo of you.

Yandere!photographer who finds you when you're taking your morning walk, you were beautiful in your outfit, his smile as he nervously grips onto the knife. His camera in hand, you were going to look so beautiful...

Yandere!photographer who stabs the knife into you, your face of surprise as you fall onto the pile of leaves. His smile never leaving as he cuts himself, mixing your and his blood together.

Yandere!photographer who draws a heart on your face and his initials on your face, he smiles at you. Backing away as he snaps a picture.

He looks down at his camera, as the picture slowly prints, he looks at the photo, you were so beautiful. Your sweet body and pretty face with your pretty blood, oh how he adores you!

He blinks as his eyes widen, the camera and photo falling onto the ground, his eyes widen in surprise. You grab the knife from his hand as you stab his chest and face, his hands falling to the side as your vision shows black dots.

You fall down next to him as you look up at the sky, your chest hurts and your head hurts, it's getting harder for you to breath. Your eyes close.... Atleast you got your revenge on him, you let the blackness take over you.

[ambrosialdesire]

the lone minotaur

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

𓆩♡𓆪 ACHELOUS "LOUIS" BELLOCK   ↳ nickname: louis (pronouced lewis)

𓆩♡𓆪 AGE   ↳ ~2040 years old (relatively young for minotaurs); 41 years old in human years

𓆩♡𓆪 BIRTHDAY   ↳ april 30th

𓆩♡𓆪 HEIGHT   ↳ 6'10'' (human), 8' (minotaur)

𓆩♡𓆪 SPECIES   ↳ minotaur; currently disguised as a human

𓆩♡𓆪 CAREER   ↳ rancher/farmer: specializes in juice and animal based products (such as cheeses, milk, wool, etc.)

𓆩♡𓆪 AREA OF RESIDENCE   ↳ wicklow ranch on the outerskirts of the neighboring town winterborough (~250 miles away from the city Lunaris)

𓆩♡𓆪 APPEARANCE (i'm bad at describing since i rely on memory + drawings)   ↳ human             — a heavy set, tan male with fluffy dark brown hair             — dark olive green eyes, very tired looking/relaxed             — long scar going down his right eye             — low maintenance: retains a short beard, chest/body hair, arm hair, leg hair, etc. he's just a very hairy dude.             — calloused hands, very work-worn             — back scars from past; mostly healed over but still prominent in sight and touch             — ear piercings on his right ear             — nipple piercings, usually horseshoe shaped (got them when he still was under human ownership and still keeps them on as a reminder)   ↳ partial transformation             — relatively the same, height becomes slightly taller by a few inches             — horns grow in; pale ivory in color and smooth to the touch             — lower canines grow out; left canine is slightly chipped             — tail grows back, still able to be hidden in his pants             — slight more hairier             — nails on hands start turning black (hoof color)   ↳ minotaur             — head turns into a complete bull/cow head; brown fur, floppy ears, horns + canines grow all out to max size             — legs turn into bull/cow legs, feet turn into hooves             — torso + arms stay relatively human in appearance             — height is at full standing length             — long tail is fully grown out             — has to wear a loincloth due to having no clothes at this size             — considered to be an "abnormal" minotaur due to his underbite/outgrown canines and his tail (he's seen depictions of his species and he believes he's abnormal)

𓆩♡𓆪 PERSONALITY (i'm also really bad at explaining this lmfao)   ↳ achelous considers himself a rather isolated man. once scorned and feared by mankind, and used for his immense strength prior to the creation/reliance to machinery, achelous shares no fondness for them at all. most of these feelings hasn't changed even a little as the years went on, and he continues to try and keep contact with the townspeople at a minimum. he's not unnecessarily or outright violent towards the ~30k town population in particular as they're rather peaceful, but when it comes to city folk or outside tourists, his somewhat calm demeanor changes drastically towards them.

  ↳ achelous believes that he is a cruel monster, but the townspeople do not think the same. they genuinely believe that he's rather a sweet gentleman, seeing that he's a big softie towards the children and the elderly. he's actually more indifferent and hostile to adult men and women, having the belief that they are the cruelest when humans are in their 20s-60s.

  ↳ achelous is a particular rule follower, especially on his ranch. break his rules, he'll break you until you follow them correctly.

  ↳ he's stoic and straight to the point, there will never be a day where he sugarcoats his words. lying to him is similar to breaking the rules, so he's not fond of not being honest.

  ↳ achelous has a pretty even temperament unless there's a rule breaker, annoying human from the city/outside, or brats. his punishments are down right cruel, and that's coming from someone that had personally experienced the worst from humanity.

  ↳ achelous can have his flirty moments, but only if he's wasted from the alcohol he makes since normal alcohol isn't strong enough. his attempts are rather poor due to his lack of socializing and picking up cues, so he normally comes off as sleazy with an ego, but he's really trying his best.

  ↳ though it may not seem like it most of the time, achelous is rather possessive and protective over the one he loves. he has pretty conservative views when it comes to having a family, believing that the man must provide for the woman while the woman takes care of the kids and the home. his cruel words and actions make it so his love stays (as that's the only form of affection he learned how to portray), and his last resort is usually harming/threatening/killing the one closest to his love.

  ↳ achelous is a good convincer, it's why his products are usually sought after in the farmer's market every sunday. it's technically not lying when what he says and believes is true.

  ↳ of course, achelous prefers not to socialize unless it's absolutely necessary, but he's so good at fixing things and helping others out accidentally that he's constantly requested around for his assistance. he doesn't really want to do it, but if it gets them off his back and property, he will.

  ↳ achelous is hard-working, he hates bad/lazy workers and prefers to do things his own way. that's why there's no other farmhands/workers besides him, not including his obvious distaste for humans. from 5:30 am to 7:30 pm, he follows his routine to a tee every day. sundays are his breaks, even if he technically doesn't really need it.

  ↳ he's the most fatherly out of all my posted ocs, probably due to the face that he's the one that's completely determined and decently stable enough to start a family. achelous has also been waiting for the same species as him, but since he never seen another minotaur for most of his life, his patience is growing thin and he may have to take to a human mate the longer he waits.

  ↳ achelous has extreme guilt/shame over his true form, it's why he managed to find a witch to help him appear more human (ironic isn't it). to him, it's a protectant from being even more outcasted, despite his consistent insistence to be left alone. his partial/full transformation only comes out when his emotions become extremely high (mostly out of anger, but can come out in states of high arousal). he has quite the steady composure, and is very in-tune with his emotions, giving him that needed control.

𓆩♡𓆪 ABILITIES   ↳ extreme strength             — can lift up multiple logs or hay bales without struggle             — occasionally lifts up his animals to make sure they're right where they need to be   ↳ intelligence/experience             — due to his long-lived life and the experiences he's gone through, he's rather quickly decisive on what to do/say             — this unfortunately makes him the "i-told-you-so"/"this-is-what-you-get" type   ↳ heightened senses             — minotaurs have near perfect vision and heightened senses (taste and scent especially)             — due to this, achelous has quick reflexes and reacts to situations accordingly. this can also make him vulnerable to extremely strong smells or sudden bright lights.   ↳ endurance/speed             — achelous rarely or doesn't even get tired, sometimes his daily routine gets finished earlier if he's at the top of his game. he merely fakes exhaustion to look less suspicious to the townspeople, that's the only time he lies to them since it's for his protection.             — due to his species type, he's rather quick on his feet. not as much as normal minotaurs (if there are) due to his heftier build.

𓆩♡𓆪 BACKGROUND   ↳ around the start of the roman empire years, achelous was born to a lower class family. to their horror, he was born with a calf's head and legs, believing that their gods have spited them even more. rather than killing him to be done with it, they chose to sell their newborn to a higher status family, seeing that he'd be used for their entertainment. there was never such a creature as him, only passing legends and stories, no one truly thought that a minotaur could possibly exist. they were paid a good sum, and achelous' fate was finally sealed. as he grew up, he was tormented with their mockery, forced to work in the fields from day to night with no breaks. achelous was the face of jokes and laughs during their lavish parties, food constantly thrown at his face and being tossed about for their amusement. this so-called family of his abused the poor minotaur, making sure that he knew his place and how disgusting he was to everyone around. even as they dragged him around publicly, he was forced to wear a hood and cloak, but his size was impossible to hide and the people around would tear at his disguise to taunt jeers at him, constantly leaving him filthy and bloody at the end of the day. it's strange though. no matter how much he was hit, how many wounds they left on his back, achelous never fought back. he himself never knew why, even to this day.

  ↳ as the empire finally fell apart, achelous managed to finally escape, not without burning the house down and making sure he saw his abusers' faces contort as they burned alive while he ran off. hiding in a boat traveling to where england is now, he stayed there for years underneath the docks, surviving on whatever he was able to find, until he heard word of travel to "india" and managed to sneak onto the next boat going there. once he reached the americas, he traveled further into the south, around where mississippi, tennessee, alabama, and georgia is currently located. achelous finally found the freedom is wanted for so long, finally building his own home and farm, ensuring that no other human may make their way on his land.

  ↳ this peace didn't last long, well, to him at least it didn't. at this time, he had previously sought out a witch that was able to alter his appearance semi-permanently, so long as he didn't lose control of himself. achelous now is roughly 2000 years old, and a town had begun to be built nearby his ranch. winterborough, from what he's heard from others as he sold his products at the market, a new town for new beginnings. he didn't care, so long as they didn't bother him or figure out he lived there. they figured it out. the first group of townspeople decided to greet him, since they're the ones sorta causing a disturbance as the homes and buildings were still being constructed. to achelous' surprise, they were kind, offering him gifts and words of praise about the work he's done for himself. he's... he's never experience this before, he could tell that they were being genuine from their smiles and expressions. hm... maybe these humans weren't so bad. as the years went on, they never quite questioned his origins or why it seems that he never quite ages the same as them, achelous brought them a good amount of financial stability in their small town and he was overall just a great guy, even if he was a little antisocial.

  ↳ achelous is still not openly fond of humankind in general, but he is rather protective over winterborough and its residents. it had grown into a place where he thought of as a warm home, minus his ranch. he actually knows everyone by name, who's family member belongs to which; achelous cares deeply, even if he doesn't show it. the townspeople all know him as well, they like to say that he's their guardian (which is mostly right since there's barely any crime in their town). they all adore and deeply trust achelous for what he has done for them, but they still don't know his true nature, his true form. all in all, the townspeople and achelous' relationship towards one another is symbiotic.

𓆩♡𓆪 OTHER INFO   ↳ achelous shows up to every town event, to everyone's surprise. they know he's not really fond of interacting with everyone, but his intentions are to ensure that the tourists/city folk isn't causing any trouble for them. he hates crowds, but he hates newcomers even more.

  ↳ the town only knows him as louis bellock, achelous thinks they don't have the ability to pronounce his actual name, so he lets them call him louis. bellock was made up on the spot when he was asked.

  ↳ when the first townspeople met achelous, he was a complete rugged mess. all his hair was completely outgrown, his clothes were mostly in rags, and he kinda smelled like dirt and grass. he was pretty frightening as a first appearance, and they also kinda assumed he was a squatter before he clarified that he was the owner of the ranch. it was then achelous decided he had to keep a decent appearance.

  ↳ his voice is on the lower octave, very gruff and rough. achelous almost has a complete southern accent, but still has hints of a greek/roman one that occasionally slips out. he's also very blunt sounding, almost as if he's bored or very uninterested with a conversation, and he'll usually only talk in a few words or less if possible. sometimes it'll come out scratchy or crackly if he hasn't spoke in a while.

  ↳ achelous owns 2 kangal shepherd dogs and 2 bernese mountain dogs, they're all male.             — agre (kangal)             — hyrcanus (kangal)             — nebrophonos (bernese)             — ichnobates (bernese)

  ↳ achelous had to teach himself how to read and write, and thanks to the library and this new-fangle internet, he managed to learn much quicker. his penmanship isn't the best, but it's still legible.

  ↳ achelous's sexual orientation can be considered to be aroace since he never met anyone like him and most humans disgust him anyways. however, due to his conservative values, he's more interested with the female gender. he's also kinda still a virgin, due to the fact that he literally has no experience with romance/sex in general.

  ↳ achelous is skilled at the guitar (he had years to learn and perfect it), and he'll often play it deep into the night in front of the fireplace.

(will continue to update this whenever i get ideas)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

[amvpk01]

PATHETIC YANDERE

unwanted obsession 3

when obsession goes beyond admiration, it turns into repulsion and the search for love becomes a path of rejection.

cw: non-con, obsession, rejection, violence, stalking, humiliation, kidnapping, manipulation, murder, mentions of torture

(sorry if it's bad, I lacked creativity and didn't even proofread this chapter, by the way, last of this Yandere)

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How would you describe trust? Perhaps a son who leans on his mother for comfort or best friends who are always there for each other.

However, the truth is there was no concrete definition.

Sometimes trust came in the form of keeping a secret, sleeping at the house of a friend who was just a stranger before, or even having food made for you in the knowledge that it wouldn't be poisoned.

Yet humans reimaned weak in the face of emotions and life was just a game that only the egoists survived.

Perhaps you were to blame for getting him obsessed with your touch. 

Your blame for chatting him up at school.

Your blame for messing with his feelings.

Your blame for not blocking him when he texted you.

The regret was real and too painful to handle, but it wasn't possible to go back in time. You have to bear the consequences of your past actions and look for a way to undo them.

The process was slow and you were fully aware of it. The best thing you could do was start with small actions. By stopping pushing him away every time he came near, saying small 'thanks' or ceasing to speak insulting words.

After a month, you had to eat your pride. Whether it was crying for him to sleep with you saying you'd had a bad dream or begging for attention while you hugged him.

It was apparent that he enjoyed it and trusted that you were starting to fall in love with him in the same way he loved you.

But he was no fool, you were a liar, a manipulator and a deceiver. Yet he loved you in the same way.

Therefore, he needed to test you before granting you the tiniest bit of freedom. Like, for example, the first time he took the chain off your neck and then left you alone in the bedroom 'forgetting' to check the door. When in fact he was sat outside the room just waiting for you to attempt to run away. But you remained inside for hours, and not once did you turn the doorknob.

At one point he let you go into the kitchen as you wanted to eat your meal and when he saw your handiwork he was stunned. A few weeks ago he lied saying he was allergic to a certain food but you didn't add it to his food claiming you didn't want to see him get sick.

Perhaps he was already sick in love with you.

Your touch, your caress, and even your kisses left him wanting more. His hands squeezed your breasts and then traveled down to your private area.

"W-Wait! I don't think... I'm r-ready for this yet."

"You've been telling me this for the fifth time now. I'm starting to feel like you're just winding me up." He'd been impatient for a while, and you only teased him with kisses and, in the end, stopped him before he got too far.

He didn't give you time to breathe as he dragged you in for another kiss. No longer would your hands be able to hold him. All the rough kisses and forbidden touches started to disgust you and left you wanting to scream. Then he started to lay you down and suddenly you felt the volume pressing up against your clothed area.

You couldn't allow that to happen without a fight.

"Ow! Was that because I touched you?" Wiping his lip, his finger touched a bit of blood. However, he noticed the way you tried to drag yourself out of the sheets. You were so cute, believing you'd get away with it just by sneaking around like a little mouse.

"Aren't you going to apologize? Love? Are you ignoring me?"

"..."

"..."

"Please don't..."

"Don't you love me? Maybe... this was all just you faking it?"

"What... No, you're mistaken! I just don't wanna do it!"

"You think I didn't notice? You don't like me and have been trying to manipulate me the whole time!"

No, you couldn't let the plan fail like that. Not when it was almost over.

"I love you, Theo! I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you. Please believe me!"

"Lies... It's all lies. Maybe I should teach you so you never repeat it."

He freaked out out of nowhere as if he were a wild animal. Tearing your clothes, scratching your skin, and leaving you desperate.

Your attempts to cover yourself were shown to be failures. Your body started to get colder by the second and then realized you had nothing else on. Unlike Theo who was now removing his pants, revealing his swollen member covered by his underwear.

And another time, you tried to run away again but this time you were stopped by a strong pull on your scalp.

"Where do you think you're going, sneaking out like that?"

"Ah! Stop it, you're hurting me!"

"Oh? I am? Good then." Then he plunged your face into the pillow, catching you off guard. Bringing his hips closer to yours, you felt the tip of his cock caressing your entrance. Your screams, pleas, and cries came out incomprehensible through the pillow.

"Uh? What did you say? Do you want me to put it inside? With pleasure my love."

Suddenly it was like being ripped in half, he didn't care that you were dry inside and just shoved it all in at once. At this point you were starting to feel short of breath, maybe it would be better to pass out so you wouldn't have to remember this moment. But it seemed like that wasn't what Theo wanted. He pulled your body closer to his, everything was disgusting to you. His body heat, his possessive touch, and even his groans at being inside you.

"Oh~ So good. My love, can I move?"

"No- Ahh!"

"So warm..."

"No! No! No!! It hurts! It hurts so much! Please stop! Stop it!"

At first, he didn't move, letting you get used to his size. But you were mumbling for a considerable time, so he thought why not give you some pleasure? His hands went against your clitoris, giving small caresses.

He certainly found you adorable by the way you gasped in pain from his cock or refused to let him touch your pussy. It wasn't enough to stop him. And when you came on his dick after he played with your clitoris for minutes straight, he almost passed out with happiness.

Now that you weren't dry inside, he no longer saw any excuse not to fuck you. He turned you to face him with you covering your face from his while he penetrated you. At first, it was weak and slow, it was easy to suppress your moans but as time passed it became rough and fast.

Still, he wanted you to feel the same pleasure he felt. Did he think that a few kisses on the neck and face would solve everything? Nothing improved about the situation.

Most of the time you screamed, scratched his face, and then tried to crawl out of bed. All these attempts resulted in slaps or attempted suffocation.

Just attempts because he would never kill you.

It disgusted you as you felt his warm cum inside you. You could only think of taking the morning-after pill to avoid having a child, a baby that looked like him. All you wanted to do was close your eyes to forget everything, except you noticed his cock was still inside, giving you that uncomfortable feeling in your cervix. Panic was in your eyes as he began to thrust into you again. The smug smile on his face told you that it wasn't going to end any time soon, not when you'd kept him waiting for this moment for so long.

You can't remember when you slept. Even if your memories were messed up, your body would remember what happened. Though there was no stickiness between your legs, you could feel an immense pain from the waist down.

Trying to get out of bed felt like your whole body was under intense pressure, standing up and walking was difficult, but you managed to get in front of a mirror. So there you are, with your body full of bite marks, hickeys, and swollen eyes from all the crying you did last night.

Initially, you believed that he was just emotionally dependent and that you could play with his feelings as long as you didn't leave. However, in the end, he is just a disgusting monster who only takes what he wants in the end.

He didn't deserve to live.

You were going to kill him.

No, you needed to kill him.

The entire day you didn't say a word, nor did you dare get out of bed, hiding under the covers. It didn't matter if he called you, you wouldn't answer.

He didn't miss your bad mood. Theo thought he could cheer you up by treating you like a princess all day. After all, you'd given him immense pleasure last night, and for sure you were tired, so it would only be right to compensate you.

Kisses, affection, your favorite food and even all the attention in the world. At no point did he leave your side, even if you moved away or cried. All you said afterwards was "Leave me alone", which he didn't care about.

Perhaps at some point you freaked out and started throwing all kinds of objects at him to drive him away or break anything you saw in front of you.

"DON'T COME CLOSE TO ME!"

" Love, why don't you control yourself and give me that thing? You'll end up hurting yourself this way." He pointed at the sharp object in your hand, a few seconds earlier you had thrown a vase on the floor and ended up picking up the sharpest piece.

With each passing second, he approached you with a calm countenance, his hands outstretched for you to hand it to him. Glancing down at your palms, you noticed a burning sensation along with a thin line of blood. Then an idea flashed across your mind as you moved your hands closer to your neck.

"If you come any closer... I'll kill myself right here."

"Haha... How funny. Now quit joking and hand it to me."

"Do you really think I don't have the guts?"

"You wouldn't dare." His fear was palpable, you were someone unpredictable and therefore didn't know if you had the courage or not.

As soon as he saw the blade moving, his body acted on its own. His arm being cut off instead of your neck, preventing the blade from coming into contact with you.

He started to contain you by restraining your wrist in the hope that you would drop that sinful item, instead you fought back by kicking him right in the balls. Noticing that he'd dropped to his knees in pain, you didn't missed your chance and shoved the thing into his neck.

For the next few seconds, everything was a blur, Theo choking on his own blood as he tried to come to near you, as if the sight of you would make him less afraid of dying.

The gray carpet, red. Blood staining your feet along with the sounds incomprehensible and mumbling in the background. Neither the sound of your heart nor the cold pressure of the room consoled you at any time.

Yet you couldn't remain paralyzed at that moment, you needed to take action.

"Haha... How funny. Now quit joking and hand it to me."

"Do you really think I don't have the guts?"

"You wouldn't dare." His fear was palpable, you were someone unpredictable and therefore didn't know if you had the courage or not.

As soon as he saw the blade moving, his body acted on its own. His arm being cut off instead of your neck, preventing the blade from coming into contact with you.

He started to contain you by restraining your wrist in the hope that you would drop that sinful item, instead you fought back by kicking him right in the balls. Noticing that he'd dropped to his knees in pain, you didn't missed your chance and shoved the thing into his neck.

For the next few seconds, everything was a blur, Theo choking on his own blood as he tried to come to near you, as if the sight of you would make him less afraid of dying. The gray carpet, red. Blood staining your feet along with the sounds incomprehensible and mumbling in the background. Neither the sound of your heart nor the cold pressure of the room consoled you at any time. Yet you couldn't remain paralyzed at that moment, you needed to do something.

One year has passed since his death. Everything seemed unreal and you often found yourself recalling that it had happened.

Fortunately, you weren't in your fertile period when having sex with him, so it turned out that you didn't get pregnant. One less problem.

Many people say that when a traumatic event occurs, the adrenaline and despair leave your mind cloudy and foggy, not letting you think about anything. But your action after killing someone had proved otherwise.

Your case ended up becoming famous on social media, mainly because of a phone call made by you. A phone call after you killed your kidnapper.

"Hello? This might be odd to say .... but I ended up killing someone... My kidnapper, Theo whatever his last name was.... Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I'm [Name] [LastName]!"

You'd swear that 85% of your time was wasted watching edits of fictional characters with your audio, it was hilarious to see.

But even though it was possible to see your calmness at the time, your parents urged you to go to therapy, at first you tried but the mere fact that you kept returning to the same topic made you stop.

Taking that help would mean that Theo had impacted your life in a good or bad way and you'd rather die than admit that. In fact, it's him who's dead and not you, just thinking about it makes you laugh. At the end of the story, he'd lost and you were still alive, making a life for yourself.

Currently you were studying at the university of your dreams after passing a difficult exam. You had a big group of friends who all had the same acid humor. Also got a new pet, a super affectionate kitten called Merry. The first time you saw it, you almost died of cuteness.

Perhaps in the end you'll always have a good life while he rots in the ground.

[silky-nereid]

☘ love like a broken pot || DARK CONTENT

yandere! crime lord x second hand in charge! reader/you

tw : minor & major injuries, manipulation, degradation of self-worth, intimidation and implied murder.

Yandere! Crime Lord who found you when you were nothing; a mere husk covered in scars from a previous crime lord that had been too rough with you and he took it as a challenge to rebuild you; a better you. 

Yandere! Crime lord who is not well-liked in the underworld because he’s known for taking disposable men that were traitors or new people that had either defied death under his wings because the other families would’ve killed them already.

Yandere! Crime lord who isn’t afraid of causing harm to you or to others that are teetering on the edge of betrayal because he’ll purposely step on past wounds of the crew for his benefit. 

He sat on the edge of the bathtub, wearing plastic gloves stained with various mixtures of colors on the once white tank top. Your stained hands applied the tin foil strips to the newly dyed pieces of hair. 

“You’re my favorite,” he said. “You know this, don’t you? You can talk, I’m not mad at you anymore.”

“I.. I know.” Your hands finished folding the last piece of tinfoil on his hair. “But what happened to Ja—“ 

“He betrayed me, he betrayed us,” he explained. “After that stunt he decided to take a swim. Don’t even mention those who betrayed us.”

Yandere! Crime lord who often dyes his hair strange colors and never lets you choose the colors because he has a dartboard to help him choose his dyes but you often have to go and buy the dyes for him.

Yandere! Crime lord who often patches your wounds that you got from missions that he sends you on and enjoys it when you bring back trophies for him to show that you complete the mission. 

Yandere! Crime lord who likes it more when you bring him simple trophies from the mission like a bloodied golden tooth, a switchblade that he eyed; the way it twirled in the hands of the person that didn’t deserve it, golden cufflinks that he could wear or rings that he could add to his fishbowl that he has; enjoys the weddings rings because they are pairs. 

He finished washing his hands, seeing you closing the trunk. Blood remained on your cheek, turning to him. His hand pulled you by the collar of your shirt, eyes stared into your very being; he could break you if he wanted too.

“You’re getting sloppy,” he threatened. “Too sloppy to be exact, next I’ll have the cops at my door because of your sloppiness. Do I need to get Marcus to do your job?“ 

“I’m not getting sloppy,” you confessed. “Just have too much on my plate.”

He let go of your collar, eyeing you up and down and a simple smile carved on his lips. 

Yandere! Crime lord who purposely little by little stops giving you the attention that you as you were slowly getting replaced by someone better than you but still keeps an eye on you somehow; has your schedule written somewhere. 

Yandere! Crime lord who enjoys seeing you wallow in your misery and how you’re discarded ever so quickly by other caporegrimes because you were chipping away at your own patience. 

Yandere! Crime lord who fails to notice the planted bugs inside of his gentleman’s lounge because he’s too busy answering the phone in the miniature barber shop. 

Your eyes looked at the ruins of the gentlemen's club and the hands that caused it. You didn’t mean it, didn’t you? You turned around seeing his long shadow on the floor, covering your hunched form and flipping the golden lighter open and close; eyes that threatened to burn your skin. 

“I didn’t give you an order to cause this.” He gestured to the blood trail that was smeared into the miniature barbershop. “Clean this up.” 

He went from behind the bar, disappearing for a moment and pulling a first aid kit. He walked towards you, handing you the first aid and his hand caressed your lower cheek and neck. Your eyes watered, hands trembling desperately clutching his sleeves and staining the sleeves with someone’s blood; it hurts…

“Why did you betray me?” He asked. 

He twisted the blade further causing a gasp escaping your lips. 

“Just to think I was going to let you finally go to a normal life,” he berated. “But you couldn’t keep your lips shut, singing like a canary to the police.” 

He pushed you away, watching you stumble around. He sat down next to your hunched wounded form, blood formed a small puddle around you and his hand tightly gripped your chin and turned it to face him. 

“You must not be feeling the pain.” He pressed on one of the many open wounds. “There you go.” 

Your blurred eyes watched them pull him away, the ringing in your ears continued. Unfamiliar warm hands that pulled you up onto emergency gurney and looking up at the dusk sky; seeing the colors fade into each other. You looked over to him while he was seemingly being handcuffed, placed into the cop car but he never broke eye contact.

[bunnygirllover45]

something something he wants a dog.

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Fairy x Reader

“Ack! You scared me!” you exclaim as Cot suddenly appears in front of your face. His laugh sounds like twinkling bells as he settles himself on your shoulder. “Seriously… How do you keep popping out of nowhere?”

Cot tries to talk to you, he does, but all you hear is the sound of bells as he chatters on. Though you’re insanely curious to know what he’s saying, it looks like you won’t be able to know how he’s able to appear everywhere you are.

With a small huff of laughter, you ruffle his hair with your fingers. “At least give me a warning the next time you appear. I swear you’re going to make me go into cardiac arrest.”

Cot lets out a series of chimes that sound like an apology as he nuzzles your hand. You can’t help but smile – your little fairy friend is adorable.

Your days continue rather peacefully, your most frequent company being Cot. Though you can’t talk to him, just having him around is fun.

On a particularly sunny day, you’re picking strawberries from your garden, which Cot is assisting you with. You thank him as he hands you a glass of water (he’s only a little bigger than the cup, which is such a cute sight). Once you’re done drinking your water, you let out a small sigh of contentment. “Seriously, thanks, Cot. I don’t know how you knew when to appear, but I couldn’t have harvested all these strawberries without you.”

“It’s no problem!”

You freeze, eyes widening. “...Did you just… speak?”

He smiles, eyes twinkling. “Mhm!”

Your mind is unable to process your little fairy friend’s voice, making you stumble over your words. “H–how?!”

With a small hum that sounds like bells, he says, “Hm… I guess you can say that I cast a spell on you!”

(And by spell, he means that he’s slowly given you food from the Fae Realm, eager to whisk you away once you’re more fae than human. But until then, the only real spell he’s cast on you is one that allows him to know exactly where you are. After all, he needs to make sure you’re safe until he can take you to his home.)

[prttykittes]

I THOUGHT WE COULD KISS TONIGHT !

Yandere!Victim of playing x Player!Reader

cw. angst, smut, player, heartbreaker, character is a vitcim of being played with, I don't know what it's called! notes: I have no idea what to call someone who has been with a player (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

Yandere!Victim who heart breaks when he sees you, hugging someone else then him. He knows that your player but why can't you just not be one!

Yandere!Vitctim who wants to kill everyone else when he sees them with you, he wants you to hold him and use him! Gosh, why can't you go back to him!

Yandere!Vitctim who wants you to touch his dick, and play with it! He wants you to rub and play with his cock, he wants your mouth back on it!

Yandere!Vitctim who strokes his dick as he tries his best to make it look pretty, he wants you to be impressed with him!

Yandere!Vitctim who prepared himself when he sees you walking towards him, he can feel his pants tighten up, he can feel his dick already getting hard.

Yandere!Vitctim who nearly bursts into tears and nearly cums when you say that, you want to have sex with him! He's been edging himself and he couldn't even cum without you!

Yandere!Vitctim who lets you play with him, playing with his body, mind and his dick. Which leaks for you, his dick is leaking out so mucch!!

Yandere!Vitctim who is in pure bliss when you finally let him cum! It's the best climax he ever had in his whole life!! Tears go down his face as he finishes, painting his stomach white as he breathes heavily.

Yandere!Vitctim who shakes in excitement when you tell him that he could fuck you, like last time but this time. He could paint your walls white with his seed!

Yandere!Vitctim who touches himself and wishes that he recorded you moaning, and remembering when he came inside of you, some of his seed leaking out your hole!

Yandere!Vitctim who painfully waits for you, to come back to him, waiting as you have fun with other people. He watches you as you ignore him, and again. It always ends up the same, you have sex with him. You ignore him until weeks later, oh well! He can have sex with you that's what it matters!

[rxmye]

" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

[justarandomweeb]

whos the. Monster with red and black hair 😍🥵😈

"Looks like you forgot about me... You gotta take responsibility (Y/N)... I'm taking you with me..."

[A/N]: He's actually Yandere Meat Butcher Elf! he actually was my first Yandere that I wrote in this blog! You can check him out here! I'm actually happy some noticed him, he's not as popular like Yandere Sleep Paralysis Demon lol.

[ambrosialdesire]

the accursed lycanthrope

18+ DARK CONTENT BELOW, MINORS AND BLANK BLOGS DNI

𓆩♡𓆪 SUNG-JAE YUN   ↳ nickname: jae/jay but only by his fans

𓆩♡𓆪 AGE   ↳ 24 years old

𓆩♡𓆪 BIRTHDAY   ↳ october 29th

𓆩♡𓆪 HEIGHT   ↳ 6'2'' (human), 7'2'' (werewolf)

𓆩♡𓆪 SPECIES   ↳ human, turned into a werewolf

𓆩♡𓆪 CAREER   ↳ solo song artist + actor (more so actor)

𓆩♡𓆪 AREA OF RESIDENCE   ↳ lycon condos in lunaris; a high class condominium complex for the rich and famous

𓆩♡𓆪 APPEARANCE   ↳ human             — a muscular, pale male with unnaturally white hair; ends are usually dyed in different colors + two long strands come down at the side of his face, long at the back             — golden yellow eyes that are believed to be contacts, very smug-looking             — three scratch scar marks on his left jaw, consistently covered with skin tone bandages or regular bandages             — high maintenance: waxes and shaves every part of his body             — very smooth and clear skin             — right eye hidden with hair, tells press that it's a new style he's trying             — left upper canine slightly protrudes out of mouth             — small bilateral gauges on earlobes   ↳ partial transformation             — helixes elongate to a point and more towards the top of his head             — teeth and nails begin to grow sharper             — sclera starts turning black, irises are even more of a yellow color             — body starts contorting unusually, becoming more longer, bigger, and wolf-like             — body hair begins to grow back   ↳ werewolf             — complete transformation of werewolf form             — white fluffy fur that is soft to the touch, tail and neck fur are the fluffiest             — constantly drooling and snarling             — eyes are still decently human-like from the pupils             — ears come straight up, like a doberman             — hair dye does not stay in this form, thus why he constantly redyes it             — sometimes seen stained in blood

𓆩♡𓆪 PERSONALITY   ↳ sung-jae is an egotistical and prideful man, he despise criticism and false rumors when it comes to his name. he wants to be worshipped and adored by any means necessary, even if it has to come down to bribes or putting this caring, loving persona for the fans. sung-jae will be loved, he has to be, he must be.

  ↳ he uses his popularity to get away with many things, having this silver tongue to convince others to believe his lies and coverups. he's quite charismatic and charming when it comes to public speaking and interviews, years of being media trained can do that to a man.

  ↳ sung-jae is actually really idiotic in a silly way, he thinks whatever he says is right, but if listened to close enough, it's telling that he's extremely wrong about the subject at hand. if anyone calls him out about it, they're getting an earful from him for hours to come.

  ↳ very flirtatious, kinda comes with the job. anyone can fall under his spell, from his good looks to his smooth words. he's also super pushy because of it, urging to go on constant dates and hang-outs just to be around the one he loves. no one can say no to him, right?

  ↳ sung-jae is constantly teasing and joking around, to the point where it's difficult to tell whether he's being serious or not. he's also extremely touchy, playing it off as simple brushes or mistaken embrace, but his hands or any part of his body has to be on his love. he attributes this to his newfound werewolf instincts because he never was like that before, he's actually very touch-repulsed due to the fact that he thinks no one deserves it (well maybe only his love does).

  ↳ in his human form, sung-jae isn't a huge harming threat unless it comes to his fame/public appearance. if it ever comes to that, this man will ensure one's reputation is in complete pieces and never to be able to restored no matter how much they can try. especially if it comes to his love, he'll do it to make sure they aren't able to go outside without fear of being hurt, completely relying on him for everything.

  ↳ when it comes to his partial/full transformation, sung-jae is ten times more needy and possessive than usual, wanting to mark everything as his, including his love. his feelings towards his love used to be mutual understanding and slight admiration, but his werewolf instincts heightened everything to high levels of obsessive insatiability.

  ↳ he's mean and stuck-up as hell due to his upbringing, especially to those who refuse to like him. it comes off as passive-aggression, but he's such a high school mean girl when it comes to it; the passing snide comments that would make one doubt their self-image, the physical assault (tripping, shoulder hits) that's brushed off as accidental, the forced social isolation. it literally cannot get into his mind that not everyone is going to like him, so he's giving them a reason why and no one will ever believe them when they say that he's a jerk.

  ↳ sung-jae actually has very, very poor control over his werewolf form, to the point where he has to self-isolate in his condo until he controls it again. it gets worse in full moons, his thoughts being consumed with things that he'd normally rarely think about and he has to make sure no one in public sees him like this.

  ↳ he's extremely immature, almost like a bratty kid that's never been told no before and it shows. what sung-jae wants, sung-jae will get. due to this, it makes him rather manipulative into getting his way, his word is basically law, no?

  ↳ unfortunately, his stubbornness to look and be the greatest had caused him to receive the lycanthrope curse in the first place. it's his biggest scandal and shame, from the look of the beast to the amount of people he had murdered until it was finally under sorta control. if it gets out that he was the one behind those "animal" attacks, there's no telling what sung-jae would do or how he'd react to it.

  ↳ sung-jae is smug as all hell, making sure there's never a trail left behind him. he's confident no one will find about the murders connecting to him, but this applies to everything else as well. he'll make someone else look like the fool before he ever does.

  ↳ he's so uptight with ensuring that there's no wolf-like attributes and his hygiene overall that it transfers over to how he treats his loved one. sung-jae has to control everything, down to appearance to even home decor (if no living with him yet), just make sure he doesn't look bad at the end of it. it's all out of love, he promises.

𓆩♡𓆪 ABILITIES   ↳ heightened senses             — everything is much more sensitive and intense to sung-jae, from noises, smells, tastes, sights. it gives his headaches sometimes from the amount of information flooding into his head.             — it's much more worse in his werewolf form because it makes him crave things that aren't usually craved (ex: blood)   ↳ healing factor             — it's not really a fast one nor slow, but it's very excruciating and tiring to heal wounds and amputations.             — this kinda makes him immune to many things: severe disease/illness, physical disabilities (broken legs/arms), bodily harm overall; scars prior to his curse stay to his misfortune. this also makes him somewhat immortal (he doesn't really know that yet).   ↳ enhanced reflexes             — his heightened senses play a part for this, sometimes it's beneficial and makes him look cooler             — sometimes he cannot control his strength because of it, either hurting people or completely knocking the wind out of them   ↳ endurance             — it takes a lot to get him exhausted now, minus the healing factor             — helps with his daily gym routine, probably his favorite trait   ↳ night vision             — not particularly helpful besides navigating around complete darkness             — sometimes forgets to turn on lights when people are around

𓆩♡𓆪 BACKGROUND   ↳ it's not unknown that sung-jae yun was born with a silver spoon in his mouth, his mother an all-desired model and his father a well-known actor. from the moment he was born, his life had already been planned out for him, high expectations placed on the baby's small shoulders. every bit of his life was on camera, like a reality show for all to bear witness to, every crucial little moment was there for the people behind the screens. he hated it, he always hated it because it took his parents' attentions away from him, and that's he wanted more out of every materialistic object they gave him. sung-jae wasn't fond of being well-known at first because of this, but then there started this special attention his high school classmates began to give him, the praises of teachers and staff for doing the bare minimum, passing neighbors or strangers greeting him warmly. oh, how he reveled in it. somehow, it felt way better to get this particular recognition from them than his parents, as if they saw him as some higher being. if their attention felt this good, what more if he took in more gigs to get even more of this feeling?

  ↳ and there he was at just barely 18, accepting various roles because of his parents' status in the industry. sung-jae found himself to be a decent actor and even better singer. acting came naturally, something he always found himself doing at a young age to please his parents. singing even more so, a little habit he had created when he was bored. he was loved, adored, more than what his parents could ever possible give him now. fans would squeal his name in complete joy at the simple image of him, sending him letters upon letters of their devoted affections for him, dedicating every single thought and penny just to win the smallest glance or greeting from him. sung-jae felt like he was on top of the world, an unstoppable force, but he wanted more, so much more. it was then 2 years later at 20, that sung-jae accepted an acting gig for a horror movie where he'd be a stranger appearing in the campsite to help the campers but at the end, he'd be the revealed killer mastermind. stupid, he thought, but accepted it anyways; fans adore masked killers these days right? it was a nighttime recording session in the nearby forest area of his new residential city, wulvesbane grove or something like that, and sung-jae was supposed to appear from within the shadows of the trees. but his cue never came and when he was searched for, he was no longer there.

  ↳ sung-jae was getting dragged by the back of his shirt collar, feeling branches and rocks dig into his skin as he began to regain consciousness. he started screaming and thrashing, whatever was pulling him stopped pulling and threw him onto nearby tree. he felt dizzy as he made contact with it, numbness wrapping around every part of his limbs, and he could barely spot the snarling creature standing in front of him in his spotted vision. words were forming in its maw, its voice rough and gravely with each broken syllable spoken. "can't... control... y... you... carry... c... curse."

  ↳ that night was the only time sung-jae had screamed his loudest for something that wasn't for an act. it lunged at him, the sharp sting of fangs deeply sinking into the neck of his flesh. he could feel the intense burn of a substance leaking into every cell of his body, the bite not even any concern at this point. whatever bit down on him finally released him, letting him crumble to the ground in a heap. then he could feel it, his bones cracking and reforming, skin stretching painfully taut and ripping open before healing over again. the process was excruciating and he felt his hand, no, claw dig into the dirt below him. he stared at the pale furred hand, raising to look at the other monster in front of him. he could feel his head agonizingly split in two as he felt senses and insatiable urges flood into it, his body finally getting up and sprinting away to get home. the transformation was complete, sung-jae had become a werewolf.

𓆩♡𓆪 OTHER INFO   ↳ although it is very well-known that he has an ego, sung-jae is immensely insecure of not being loved enough. it's why he keeps on taking rather than giving because he believes that he has nothing left to give but himself. it's what people wanted from him for the longest time, so isn't that what his love wants from him too?

  ↳ sung-jae's voice is medium pitched, almost soft and uplifting whenever he speaks. there's occasionally a teasing tone to it and that's why he's never taken seriously with whatever strange thing he says. in reality, he sounds stern and harsh, unpleasant irritation lining every word as he speaks. he's a real bully about it too, getting off on the teary looks his love gives him with each degrading phrase.

  ↳ the roles that he usually is scouted for are the heartbreaker sweetheart classmate, the next door neighbor with secret feelings for the mc, the mc's bad boy best friend that's in love with her, and the cute new coworker. the horror movie was supposed to be his big break from those roles.

  ↳ sung-jae is the only child of his parents since he was a difficult pregnancy and they didn't want to try again for fear of the risks involved.

  ↳ he's really good at the piano and cello, the two instruments are usually heard in his songs.

  ↳ sung-jae is completely aware in what he does in his werewolf form, but every single urge he gets in it makes him lose complete control of himself. his kill count is third most out of the TVDM ocs, achelous has the least (surprisingly).

  ↳ the witch found him eating a person in one of his uncontrolled bouts and offered him to be one of her lackeys to help. he refused due to the fact that it meant that he would have to go into hiding and the fans' admirations of him will be ruined and disappear over time. she instead gave him a spell that prevents him from turning often like achelous, but he's genuinely so bad at using it that he still turns pretty often regardless. she thinks it's quite funny to see him struggle.

  ↳ he doesn't turn on full moons like a normal werewolf would, but if he does, then that's when the urges get even more crazier.

  ↳ sung-jae's choice of hair dye just varies on what colors he likes. his stylists are really sick of dying it every week or so.

  ↳ his original hair and eye color was black, his parents think that he's now in a rebellious streak with the new hair and contacts, but his fans eat it up and that's what matters.

(will continue to update this whenever i get ideas)

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[meo-eiru]

It's okay he loves you even when you act naughty

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