#idc hes slightly yandere

[la2yn0va]

Yo! Can i request a Yandere feixiao, Jingliu and Kafka (seperately, non self aware au) x male reader, who is a battle mania and enjoy fighting a little bit too much to the point that it consumes a great mayority of their life and doesn't really look for love or care for it. The reader is a gifted and powerful warrior that all he wants is to fight and grow stronger to the point that they want to fight or beat an Aeon. They learn just about anything tactics, medice and trained with every weapon they get their hands on. Unfournately they don't care about love thus making them dense.

Sure. (Just finished MOC.. okay not really, I have moc 12 left to bet. Also PLEASE!! Send me good luck for my feixiao pulls! Hel, make a deal with the devil even—IDC WHAT YOU DO!! JUST SEND ME LUCK!!! I WANT THIS WOMAN!!!!)

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Feixiao

She hates it, god she despises it. Out of anyone in the universe, why did YOU have to be so dedicated to getting stronger.

She respects your dedication, but she fucking hates it. It makes it harder for you to fall for her. But it also makes her more CRAZY for you.

Her hints that go over your head? It doesn’t matter, she’ll just try harder and more blunter next time! Her physical touch simply coming off as platonic? She’ll be more bold.

Whenever you two spar, feixiao would purposely try to break some of your bones as to keep you beside her.

She’d often go for your ribs or knees, just to make it more painful for you if you try to walk away or LEAVE her.

Feixiao would tamper with your weapons before your fights, just so you can get saved by her OR to stop you from beating her anytime soon, which is a fear that’s slowly consuming her.

Feixiao isn’t stupid, she knows you’re extremely gifted in battle, she knows that every battle you slowly manage to get closer to beating her… then… you’ll leave her…

She’ll be useless, just another strong person who you fought! Just another step towards your goal… no, she won’t allow that to become reality.

Feixiao’s insanity for you completely overtakes her one night. She couldn’t sleep, the anxiety that you’ll leave her once you fight her tomorrow finally encased her.

She walks over towards your sleeping quarters and steals you away. She doesn’t see any other way to keep you around. You’re too fucking dense to see her lusting for you, so she’ll have to SHOW you.

She takes you somewhere secluded and ties you down and tapes your mouth shut. She smiles, can’t help but admire how peaceful and beautiful you look when you’re sleeping.

Some time later, when you wake up in a panic, a pang of guilt strikes her. She sees the fear in your eyes, the confusion and panic that replaced your normal demeanor.

Maybe… there’s another way…maybe she can manipulate this situation further…? She smiles and runs towards you with a concerned face, calling out your name and sliding towards you.

Seeing the confusion on your face slightly morph into relief and joy at seeing her made her feel euphoric. She kept her act up and ripped off the tape on your mouth.

Feixiao: M/N!! Thank god I found you!!

M/n: Ngh-!! F-feixiao?! What’s happening?! Where—!!

Before you could finish, feixiao lend in and began to kiss you. Your face contorted into shock and bafflement and slowly turning red.

Feixiao opened her eyes enough that you didn’t notice her opening them and she gets to look at your face. She felt herself getting closer to loosing the remaining control she had of herself. You were so fucking cute and adorable right now, but she managed to quell the heat in her, removing herself from your mouth and hugging you tightly.

Feixiao: I thought I lost you…! Don’t leave me…please… stay with me…!

^^^

Jingliu

She’s probably the perfect partner for you. She’s strong as shit, AND she wants to kill an aeon.

Jingliu would encourage your goal, and spar with you daily. And after your spar (where you’d lose) she’d always tease you playfully like she once did with the high cloud quintet.

Jingliu and you stay close everyday. And she thrives on it. Of course you’d stay with her! Who else is so closely aligned with you down to your goal? No way you’d leave her.

But then, there’s the darker side of her. The one that’s unhealthily possessive of you, the darker side of her love, her OBSESSION with you.

Jingliu can’t bear the mere THOUGHT of you being around someone else. The part she keeps locked tightly in a coffin deep inside her when your around. But when your not? The coffin is wide open.

Jingliu instantly goes and murders woman who so much as complimented your appearance. The fact that someone has an interest in you is a danger greater then a aeon attacking the cosmos, and she won’t let it stand.

She holds you tightly as you sleep, leaving marks on your body from how hard she held you. Her deepest fears of losing you like she did with baiheng consuming her.

The only person she’d trust you with is her partner luocha. The three of you have the same goal. Jill and aeon—Yaoshi. (Side note, anyone else ship jingliu and luocha?)

Luocha also has his work cut out for him. He has to deal with a battle hungry man and a yandere master swordswoman while working with them to kill Yaoshi. (F in the comments for my goat luocha)

Kafka

She likes it. Unlike feixiao who hates your obsession, she loves it, as it aligns with the stellaron hunters goal to kill nanook (that’s my theory, idk if it’s canon)

So she pretty much grooms you into becoming an unofficial member of the stellaron hunters. Kafka is the only one here who doesn’t care about hiding her obsession with you.

Kafka always keeps you close, even when she showers she somehow drags you in there with her (there’s your one horny moment)

-End-

Im sorry Kafka’s is short, i got a fuck ass, bitch ass, motherless and fatherless ass virus from my brother. Probably won’t post shit for a week till I’m sure this virus is gone.

And just in case you forgot (PLEASE!! Send me good luck for my feixiao pulls! Hel, make a deal with the devil even—IDC WHAT YOU DO!! JUST SEND ME LUCK!!! I WANT THIS WOMAN!!!!)

[merbear25]

Experimental w/ Law (NSFW)

MDNI!!! +18

CW: smut, although based on a yandere quiz I took, it isn't yandere themed, bondage, vaginal penetration, creampie, afab!reader, light choking and slapping, slight female degration, rough sex, takes place in an abandoned asylum so there's mention of some equipment being used on reader.

A/n: I was inspired by my results from this quiz on Quotev. Wanted to make something that was more NSFW (of course changing other parts a little bit, too) Idc if the quiz is centered around Halloween and I'm writing this in January! It's always Halloween in my heart <3

Inspo: Your One Piece Yandere Horror Story

Despite having been on your fair share of adventures with the Heart Pirates, you still had yet to be paired up with Law. It was purely by chance that this was your first time one-on-one with him on a mission. You'd already shared pleasant conversations and been able to get to know each other on board the ship. You both seemed to like the other's company.

Having spotted the somewhat small egnimatic island in the distance, Law's curiosity was peaked and interested to thoroughly explore it. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, but nonetheless, you'd been slipt up into groups to cover more ground.

Setting his sights on a white building peeking over the treetops, Law suggested the two of you search around its grounds. You saw no reason to protest, so you gladly journeyed along by his side.

When you both reached the building, its decrepit state was more than apparent. You hesitated to follow Law up the short flight of stairs to the main entrance. Looking back at you, he uttered, "Come on." Briefly maintaining eye contact, he broke it and continued through the rickety doors.

A sudden chill krept up your spine and made you hurry towards him.

"Didn't take you for such a scaredy cat," Law smirked over his shoulder.

Your cheeks grew rosey from slight embarrasement. Puffing out your chest a little, you strutted next to his side, "Being cautious is not the same as being scared."

His huff was the closest thing to a laugh you were going to get out of him.

Even though you were both checking the downstairs thoroughly, there didn't seem to be anything worth taking. You came across a few empty rooms with suspicious scratches on the walls that peaked your interest, though. Then, you both stumbled into what appeared to be an office. Thumbing through the files, you turned to Law and informed him of your suspicions, "These files are all of patients." He merely raised an eyebrow at your discovery. "They state each one's reason for being admitted." Looking down at the files you'd grabbed, you felt a twinge of sorrow.

"There's no use getting upset over what happened here," he went back towards the door, "It's all in the past and can't cause anyone any more harm."

"Somehow the room feels colder with you in it," You meekly responded.

Shrugging your comment off, he continued upstairs.

Not far from the railing a rusted sign down the hall caught both of your attention. Without having to bring it up, you simultaneously walked in its direction to check it out.

Forcing the door open, firstly your gaze settled on a dusty metal restraint table, then darted to the needles, pliers, and scalpels surrounding it, having once taunted those who were unfortunate enough to be made a spectacle of.

"This is more like it," he nonchalantly threw out and strolled past the equipment.

Slightly taken aback by that, you tried to regain your composure to avoid any more accusations of being a 'scardey cat'.

He touched the leather cuffs at the sides and your eyes met for a moment before averting his eyes back down to the cuffs. "Get on," coolly instructing you.

Leaving any fear you may have had at the door, you stepped forward trying to redeem yourself and reclaim your bravery. Gingerly easing yourself onto the contraption, your nerves started getting the better of you, shown by the tremors in your limbs.

The sight of your brave face being accompanied by shaking arms and legs was hard for him not to faintly chuckle at - he saw the glare you shot at him as a small price to pay. "It's not going to break," he reassured you while grabbing the side of the table and rocking it back and forth, "See? It's good quality. Not even that rusty."

Internally screaming and cursing this man to high heavens, you were far too stubborn to back out of this now. You laid down and before you could even finish asking 'now what?' he'd strapped your left arm down. "Don't move," he ordered. You watched him intently as he secured the rest of you and promptly locked the wheels in place. When he came up to the right side of you, he told you, "And don't worry. This'll be fun." Without any warning, he fastened your neck to the table.

Goose bumps were appearing from the cool metal prickling your skin and the rising and falling of your chest accompanied them. You barely had time to comprehend what'd just happened before he grabbed a scalpel and was admiring it. While he was tenderly pressing the blade against the tip of his index finger, you taunted him, "If you plan on using that on me, then I'd hope you have a tetanus shot to follow up with." A smirk reappeared on his stoic face and he bluntly asked, "Would you ever have sex in a place like this?"

Trying to convice yourself more than him at this point that you're brave, you huffed, "Sure. Why the hell not?" Your shrug went unnoticed. You decided to ask him the same.

Looking down at your form, a 'Might be fun' traveled past his lips. He hummed softly while tracing the curve of your hip and waist. You couldn't tell if your heart excelerated from the metallic touch or his. Which ever it was, his fingers found their way to your inner thigh. Gently squeezing the flesh that was so carelessly left exposed to the elements, his stare kept fixated on your expression. Trailing further up your leg, Law's fingers followed the lining of your panties. Your lovely cheeks were becoming more flushed and your delicate lips were quivering. With a bit more pressure, he ran his middle finger up and down your folds, which were still being concealed behind thin fabric. Finding your already swollen clit with ease, he ruthlessly toyed with it.

When the longing in your eyes became unmistakable, he eagerly yanked your panties down, swiftly pulling them down to your ankles. Wasting no time, he shoved his middle and ring fingers into you and after a couple of rough, fast paced pumps, his thumb persisted in tormenting your most sensitive spot.

Unable to freely squirm from the rush coarsing through you, you were reduced to whimpers and jerky thrusts in a desperate attempt at meeting his pace. You whined when you felt his hand pulling away from your needy pussy. A swift slap colided with your sweet spot and you drew in a sharp breath.

"Don't get ahead of yourself now." His other hand caressed your face. "I need you to understand who's in control here." Inching his face closer to yours, his focus shifted from your eyes to your lips. "Got it?" You nodded in agreement, but that wasn't enough for him. Your cheek received a firm slap and was hastily grabbed again, forcing your eyes to meet his. "Say 'Yes, sir.'"

You choked out his demand and were rewarded with Law's lips harshly meeting yours. His hand now gripped at your silky locks on the back of your head. As the kiss deepened, the other regained control over the lower half of your body.

Breaking away from your liplock, your breaths were harmonizing in desperate low moans. Your body still squirmed as if it was begging to be pounded mercilessly. Tightening his grip, his hand was now trapped between your clenched thighs, and he sighed in contempt, "Your cunt is throbbing." He tugged his belt loose but his hand hovered around his zipper. "Tell me how much you want it."

Lust overcame you, your chest felt hot, you couldn't deny him even if you tried, "Fuck," your hips bucked upwards, "I want you to fuck my cunt so badly. I need you to punish my throbbing pussy now," a sly smile appeared across your lips, "Please, sir?" You batted your doe eyes at him.

It seemed he couldn't get his pants off fast enough. Practically shredding the top half of his wardrobe off, he then swiftly climbed on top of you. Ripping your top and bra low enough, exposing your perky breasts and erect nipples, he just took a moment to admire their beauty before shoving his face in between their valley and softly twisting their peaks. Licking his way to the top of one, he sucked on it, fully allowing himself to bask in your beauty. He did so all while jostling your skirt up to your waist, leaving your most private areas completely bare.

You were just getting accostomed to his mouth when a sudden pain made you yelp. Law was holding your dainty nipple between his teeth and flicking the top bit with his tongue. Smirking up at you, he lunged himself forward, now towering over you. The tip of his cock twitched as it patiently waited to enter.

He leaned into a kiss and you hungrily plunged your tongue into his mouth, not even noticing a hand reaching over and behind your head. Your neck was forced back down, causing your breaths to be uneven. "This seems to have been loosened." Nipping at your nose he pulled away again, "That's better."

As he was repositioning his hips, you anxiously awaited the sensation you'd been chasing all this time. However, you couldn't have anticipated the sheer shock of him penetrating so agressively. Swirls of pleasure were muddled with pain, leaving only the restraints for you to brace yourself. Inspite of the twinges of pain being plundered into you, your wetness was fully coating Law's thighs.

The grip of the leather around your soft throat was harshly rubbing it. However, the uncomfortable pressure left your mouth parted and your eyes fluttered. Your body was tensing up, preparing you for climax. Your moans were growing louder and your hands struggled to find the much needed support from their leather confinements.

He was gracious enough to fuck you through your first orgasm of the day. It would've been far too cruel to pull out right as you were crossing that finish line. Though, as soon as you finished, he pulled out, leaving your body feeling like a hollow mess - aching to be filled once more. You whined in confusion, since you couldn't really see what he was planning for you.

You then felt the straps around your ankles fall off completely and his strong hands placed them on his shoulders. Before you had a chance to call out to him, he muzzled you with your own panties. Repositioning himself, you ended up being bent in half with his hands on either side of your head, gripping the top corners of the table.

No warning was given. He forcefully pushed past your swollen folds, granting him more dominance over your spasming slit. Your cries were still audible, but he loved hearing them being stifled by your dirtied lingerie. "You're such a slut, huh?" Although he was barely able to hold back his own moans, he couldn't help taunting you when you were in such a tempting state of vulnerability. "Gonna make you cum till you can't fucking see straight." With each seductive word, he showed no signs of letting up.

Tears were streaming down your temples, your hands still failing to firmly clutch to anything, your moans progressing into provacative screams, all of which were leaving Law in a state of pure ecstasy.

"Gonna stuff you full of cum, 'kay?" He'd been pumping so furiously, he could hardly speak, instead tiredly panting out to you. Nodding earnestly, you tightened around his length, encouraging him to drain his balls into you. With just a few more passionate plunges kissing your whomb, he offered every last bit of himself to you.

Catching your breaths was going to take a while. Gathering your barings was going to take even longer. The smell of sweat, bodily fluids, and musk surrounded the two of you and was far from dissipating, since the aroma of lust still had yet to be lifted.

Looking at your tear stained face, Law swept aside the dampened hair on your temple and kissed you with the first gentle one all day.

[reareaotaku]

Take Me Away

Day 15 of Kinktober: CNC Pairings: Yandere! Billy Loomis x Reader Tw: NSFW, Non-Con, Dryhumping [I'm posting this late IDC. Matthew Lillard's tiktok appeared on my fyp and it was so awkward 😭]

He had talked you into it. You didn't really want to, but he was so good at making you do things you didn't want to do. He was just a smooth talker.

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He came in through the window as you were asleep. He was quiet as a mouse, which was ironic for he was stalking you like a wolf. He leaned onto the bed, causing it to dip. He scoots closer to you, pulling the blanket back. You were in a shirt, his shirt, and some booty shorts. He grabbed your leg and put it inbetween his crotch.

He slowly rocked himself on your thigh, covering your mouth. Your eyes were widened as he continued to dryhump you. You groaned against his hand, your eyes rolling back. His other hand messed with your jeans, before shitty removing them, but only barely.

He pulls your panties to the side, pulling his cock out of his pants. He kissed away your tears, wetting your already soaked face.

"Please-"

He pushs the tip slowly inside you, ignoring your pleas. He didn't really care if you didn't like it, he was going to get it one way or another. He thrusted inside of you, causing you to slightly jump. He grabs one of you legs, pushing it up and wrapping it around his waist. He was able to reach more places, which caused your eyes to roll back.

He could feel you squeeze around him and he knew you were about to cum. Usually he would make you work for it, but he was hard and needed to release. He started to thrust harder into you as your hands reached for his shoulders and dug your nails into them.

Finally you uncame around him, while he dick dumped a load into you. He slowly pulled out as you laid there, sweaty and hot. He pulled up his pants, kissing your forehead, before leaving the same way he came and leaving you there to clean up your mess.

[oharabunny]

⋆✮↪ Warning: rambles, tangents, soft yandere!Miguel, weird Miguel, OOC!Miguel probably but idc, shy and useless reader

╭─── based on my first yandere!miguel tangent ┆ ╰⪼ I want to dive into slightly more detail of how far Miguel goes in taking care of you. We have to keep in mind that Miguel has lost a lot, a whole universe, and his daughter. I imagine he'd be more of a normal boyfriend had he met you in normal circumstances. However, I also don't think you would've been his type for normal Miguel. You're more compliant, shy, and normal. You're also ditzy, clutzy, and barely scraping by in your home world. In front of the great geneticist of Alchemax and Spider-Man, he was definitely out of your league.

But, your normalcy and dysfunctional living habits create the perfect relationship for current Miguel. He's able to get away with so so so many things with you.

(You almost ran away once one night, but you stopped in front of the exit and hesitated. You were alone in this universe with no family, no version of your family existing in this world. You'd be a burden to the other Spider people, and Miguel is the only one doing more than just giving you a place to stay.)

For one thing, he sees you as a fragile little doll that was abandoned on the side of the road. Or a cute kitten. But more than a pet, he has to take care of every little inch and aspect of you. Having lost damn near everything, he needs to keep a close eye on the one he cares about.

The one he cares most now is you; you're all he's got.

Back to some of the things he'd do to you, well, they aren't harmful, just unnerving. He almost never lets you do anything yourself around the house. He let you cook once and you burned yourself slightly, and Miguel made sure no kitchen appliance like the stove or blender can turn on unless given a passcode. Even kitchen utensils especially knives were locked away. Don't get me wrong though, you can cook, but Miguel would rather die than see you wince in pain again.

You're allowed at least a microwave and airfryer to heat up food when Miguel's not home to do it for you, under Lyla's supervision. Believe me, if he's home, you're never lifting a finger in the kitchen, including dishwashing.

Speaking of cleaning, he actually quite enjoys cleaning the house, especially spaces you occupy in the most. He even carefully washes all of your clothes and underwear, and folds them away for you. The rest can be handled by other robots of course. He believes only he can provide you the best conditions to live in, no one and nothing else.

That includes care for your body. This is going to be the most prominent and unnerving aspect of his care for you. While him bathing you from head to toe almost everyday is tame, he's very particular in his details. Like mentioned before, he'd do your manicure and pedicure, your skincare routine (he even knows the weekly masks you put on), and haircare and hairstyling (he's done so much research, you'd think he's done this before. Mans multi-talented). But, there's a point when too much care becomes too much, taking care of your looks alone is not enough. Your health is PARAMOUNT to this man. Looks fade, but your health should not. He'd be a little strict on your diet. He'd frequently take blood, urine, and stool samples (and of course he does it for you, don't fuss, he will do it with force if he has to no matter how gross it is for the both of you) to monitor every part of your body. Depending on your family's history and genetics, he'd constantly test for anything that you may inherit that could harm you. Yes that includes your usual checkups like you would at your doctor. He is your personal doctor too at this point. It's not like you have insurance in Nueva York 2099, a whole foreign universe.

God another gross thought I have to put out there is that he used to watch you use the restroom until you convince him to just stand outside. He justifies that bathroom related accidents are more common than you think. 💀🤢🤮 (He does NOT have a piss and poop kink he's just WEIRD)

As for usual yandere behaviors, he'd obviously won't let you go outside of the house. If he has you in an actual house with a backyard, that's where you get your sunlight, but if he has you in an apartment, then the shielded off balcony and sunroof will suffice. For vitamin D purposes. Otherwise, he makes you take supplements if you are deficient.

The only thing, and I do mean only, he asks of you is to give him babies. Pregnancy and birthing are huge huge risks depending on your constitution. I imagine Miguel messing with your DNA so you can safely deliver him babies. (Or for you kinky folks, he'd rewrite DNA somehow to make your milk jugs overflowing with milk constantly)

Taking care of you is something that of a ritual for him. Something he looks forward coming home to doing, despite the countless responsibilties he has in the Spider Society. He'd actually get so upset if you took care of yourself without him. If the whole canon events theory he has is debunked, I imagine he retires and full sends in taking care of you 24/7 in every hour of the day. He already relays more tasks to Jess, Peter, and other Spiders than usual, so he can be home with you more.

With all the cooking, cleaning, and self care routine being completely done by Miguel, you basically can do everything else you want, within Miguel's reason. Only safe hobbies, like drawing, reading, shopping, watching TV, etc. He still monitors when he can, especially shopping, since he is watchful of where his money moves, but to also see if you're purchasing anything that could hurt yourself. He hopes that whenever he can, he could join you in your hobbies. He particularly enjoys dressing you up in his favorite outfits on you. He'll see a style online he wants you to try and spin his own twist to it. You'd be his little fashion model. He'd also definitely have photoshoots just for you. You also love dressing him up as well and making him join in on the photoshoots.

I feel like I have a few more unnerving ideas about my version of yandere!Miguel, but I'm stopping right here cuz its 2 am and I can't think anymore. Till next time. (I'll write an actual fic I swear I will!)

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[vitzi9]

Patience is the key to success (2)

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Part 1 here.

CW/TW: yandere-manipulative-obsessive-stalker-ethan, fem reader, smut, no p in v, depressed reader(but really), suicidal thoughts

i'm trying to post this quick because I crave attention, whatever its insults, compliments, likes or repost, idc. I want ppl to know i'm existing. i have a big oral test tomorrow and im really bad at speaking before someone (hence why im writing instead) so i just need to know im not totally useless in the society and that im, at the very least, making people enjoy my things. sorry for the rant, i have a big headhache, probably gonna die ✌️😚

the smut is really bad btw but like really but im bad at writing them but i need to to improve (26/06/2023) (5226 words)

"Let's just finish watching the movie now." you say and Ethan doesn't make you repeat as he goes straight to the couch.

You felt much better after that little talk. Ethan did not say much but in his words, there was a lot more. He was planning to be with you a long time. He does not want to ruin things. It made you so happy. Every fiber in you was warm thinking of it. You were at peace.

Ethan was calm after that, albeit moving uncomfortably sometimes. (maybe because of his boner?) He was just as cuddly as when you arrived. His head laid flat on your chest, rising up and down with each one of your breath. Your fingers brush his curl slowly as you hear his breathing slacken. You were giddy thinking about him being at peace with you, too.

His arms were closed tightly around your body, never letting you go. The movie was really advanced by now, the end was coming soon. It probably was something towards 11AM. Usually, you would have gone knock at your friend's house but there was no need now as you already saw her earlier.

When the movie fatefully ended, the credits start to roll but none of you moved an inch. Ethan rubs his cheeks against your chest before sighing happily. His eyes were closed. Was he asleep ? No, certainly not. He loves horror movie. He wouldn't fall asleep when one is ongoing.

He was cute here. You were delighted to think he trusted you enough to let his guards down and sleep with you. You were his safeplace. And he was yours. Your fingers trail down on his back where you draw small patterns dreamily. You write things, that cross your mind. You simply scratch him. His sudden speaking startle you. Your hand stopping evey movements.

"Are you sleeping far from here, today ? Every movements of his jaw hitting slightly on your chest. 'today' because he knew about your frequent change of home.

Relaxing, you continue to caress his back lovingly.

-No, not really. But I don't sleep there anymore.

The hotel too was starting to worry you. Like the building was shrieking on you. You don't know what was scarier, to be alone or to never be. And now that you found such a warm place, you don't want to leave. Ever.

-Why ?

-Scare me, s'all.

-You can sleep here tonight, if you want.

-Why ? Your decision was already made; you'd sleep here. You knew it the second he offered you to stay the night. But you wanted to see his arguments to convince you.

"Let me be with you." his sentence made a shiver run down your back.

Did that stalker fucked you up so hard you had chill even thinking about them? It was just a damn sentence. Everyone can say it. For god's sake, it's Ethan saying it of all people. Even if he awoke this uneasy feeling back, you couldn't blame him. He didn't know about the sign the criminal had shown you. You didn't tell him that much detail, only saying they had indeed brought creepy signs but omitting what was written on it. And Ethan said it so prettily, too. Yes, of course you'd be with him.

He told you you never slept here before and that you'd be safe anyway since he's here and don't plan on leaving you. So you accepted. It was really early in the day but the both of you were getting sleepy because of the calm and comfort of the situation. He offered you to go to his room which you accepted. After guiding you to there, he tells you he has to go grab something and that he'd be back really quick.

And he did, in fact, came back really quick.

By then, you were already sprawled out on his bed. You had time to see the mess he had scattered everywhere. The carboard, the books, the drawings, some letters, too. And you even found out about his second phone. The lockscreen was a generic one, the one you have by default, as if he just got it recently. But the phone wasn't new, it seems in contrary really old as it was broken at some area.

Ethan arrives in the room with a small plastic blue square packaging, you don't have time to see what it was that he throws it under the bed. You don't pay it too much attention. Playing mindlessly with his other phone in hand, you take off and put back the phone case of it to entertain yourself.

"You got two phones ? you ask even though you kind of knew the answer already.

-Oh, yes. One is for games only, the other is the one I'm really using. Did you went on it ?

-No, don't worry, I won't frisk into your secret criminal life."

He smiles before taking the phone out of your hand. He places it in the drawer of his nightstand. Ethan falls on top of you, taking your breath away for a moment. You laugh and hit his back for him to get away from you and he just laugh heartly before letting himself fall beside you.

He lays down, setting his head on his arm, looking up at you with stars in eyes. Sometimes, he's so pretty it hurt physically to look at him. Starting to get embarrassed by his insistent look, you find something to say.

-Why do you have so much pieces of cardboard anyway ?

-I make placards out of them.

With a fond smile, Ethan stares straight at your eyes. As if waiting for you to say something. You would have ask questions about his 'placards ' if not for the sudden interest he was displaying in you, which, instead, made you change subject without really noticing it. A nervous laugh escaping you.

-Why are you looking at me like that ? Is there an undertone ? Am I supposed to understand something ?"

He shakes his head negatively, displaying a small mischievous smile. He could be such a goblin at times ! Wanting to make him swallow his pride, you lean towards him and kiss his lips. Ethan smiles and moves his lips with yours.

Your arm set down on his waist and soon the kiss get heated. Ethan's body is burning, his breath is too. You don't let each other breath, as soon as you separate from each other, you plunge back in. Physically needing the contact.

You rise on your knee, arching your back to kiss him still laying flat on the bed. Soon, he joins you by rising as well. Both of you on your knees, face to face, eating each other's face. Ethan's hand are mahandling you to sit on his thights. Then, with his surprising strenght, he starts sliding you on them. Your heating pussy rubbing directly on the fabric of his pant. Your hand instinctivly goes to rub the growing tent in his trousers. The area was hot, when you slide your fingers on it, it would budge.

Ethan whimpers, thrusting his hips against yours. You straddle him completly, framing his his body with your legs. You rub his tent against your clit for some frictions. It was aching and growing more desperate by seconds.

"I... I wanna have sex with you." Ethan says softly.

You kiss his cheek, going for his neck. You answer with a meek 'me too' before sucking the skin of his neck. Ethan backs his head, already out of breath. He gives you full access to his body, still rutting desperatly his hips into yours.

But you were growing impatient. You lift your body from him, making him whine at the contact loss, before sliding your fingers behind the elastic of his pants. You slip it down to his knees before you start salivating at the sight of his hard cock already drooling for you.

He didn't have any underwear. That's why you could feel him so close to your core.

Your hand touch his thight, caressing gently his body. Making sure to avoid the area he need you the most. Ethan try to touch himself, tired of your teasing, but you slap his hand away. He whines and looks up at you with teary eyes. Silently begging you to do something. It was impossible for you to resist him.

Your hand grabs his cock in one motion, you could feel it pulse and its warmth propagate in your hand. It was already so so wet because of all his precum, your hand was sliding so easily you could have thought he came multiple times already. Gently, you start to move your hand on all its lenght slowly. The boy props himself on his elbows and look at the scene before him. Ethan sighs happily, eyes closing and head backing. He's in heaven, he thinks. But not entirely, as he looks at you still clothed.

"Want to... Want to finger you..." he pleas.

In front of a boy so desperate, and being incredibly horny, you slide your pant down, making sure your underwear went with it. Ethan lose every one of his braincells when he sees your bare pussy glistening with your love juice. He wanted to lick it bad. That's the only one fanstam he ever had that help him getting off so hard he can't move for a whole minute. He wants to drown himself in your juice. But you have others projects.

You guide his pointer finger to your lips. Ethan starts caressing it and smear your juice everywhere. His lift up another finger and start passing both of them on your lips.

"Here, you have to touch here." you say, pointing to your clit.

You move briefly to bring your genitals closer. You could feel each other's warmth emanating from your core. Seeing him try to touch you was so hot. He was listening to everything you said.

Soon getting the hang of it, he starts circling your clit, applying different pressure on it to see which one were you reacting the most to. Slowly, you quicken your pace on his hard cock. As if to reward him for being such a good boy. He was in a trance, eyes closing and opening. And when they opened, they were staring with a utmost care at your moving breast throught your shirt. Your nipples were hard and were poking through the fabric.

His eyes were glued to it. Understanding his want, you lift your shirt above your collarbone with your free hand. Ethan can't seem to take off his eyes of you. They're probably the first pair of breasts he sees in real life after all.

"Fuck... You're so pretty, love." you speed up on his shaft at his praise. "Fuck, fuck...

-You can touch baby.

-I can?"

He stops all movements to your pussy, your frown but let him discover his needs. It was his first time, you needed to let him have a little fun. His free hand touch one of your breast, massaging it then weighten it in the palm of his hand. He smiles like an idiot, an idiot so cute you let him do what he wants with you. His other, wet, hand pinch lightly your sensitive bud.

Your free hand slap his arm to make him understand he did it too hard. He sends you an apologatic smile.

"They're like stress ball."

Amused by the weird comparison, your chuckle. Still impatient to come, you guide your hand higher on his cock to caress his tip and rub it. His face contorts in pleasure, browns frows and mouth ajar. His forehead fall on your shoulder while his fingers go back down near your entrance. His hips were thrusting into nothing but your hand. Obscene wet noises were resulted. You were hot, terrribly hot but so was he.

Ethan's small puff of breath sends chill in your body. His whimpers couldn't be replaced with anyone else. Your hand was all wet and sticky, as was his. Ethan decides to enter once again two of his digits in you. Your head falls back and you sigh happily at finally scratching that itch in you.

"Curl your fingers, E." you whisper.

He hums and do as told. Curling his fingers in you, he starts to thrust them in and out at a slow pace, adopting the same sensuality you used to jerk him off. You accelerate, your hand no longer lingering on the entire shaft. Sometimes, you'd stop completly to hear him whine. Your thumb caressing his cock's veins.

"Baby please..." he pleas.

Ethan starts kissing sloppily your shoulder, your neck. You, on the other hand, take his hand to guide the thrust of his fingers, angling them correctly for them to touch that spongy spot inside. His fingers were long and thin, that was a part of him you absolutly loved. You always had a thing for pretty hands and his were beautiful.

"What do you want, love? you ask tenderly.

-Tell me you love me..."

You nudge his hair with your nose and he looks up. Staring at his eyes, you see them wet with tears. You kiss him instantly. Playing with his tongue with yours, your hand moving faster and faster. You stop the kiss to tell him you love him and he bites his lips, eyes closing.

His breath is jerky, uneven. You press his palm against your clit, rubbing it while you push his fingers inside you again. You feel a knot tighten. You won't last long.

"Tell me you love me.

-I love you E, you're doing so good.

-Again..."

You said it as many times as he needed to feel better. His hips stuttters, his cock quivers. His words are slurred to each other, resulting in incomprehensible blabbering. You don't lose the rythm, keeping the same pace until he'd eventually come.

-Love you so..." he whines.

His body tense, his breath stops. You can only hear the wet sounds your hand is producing. He doesn't utter a sound until spurts of cum smear on your hand and belly. Feeling at ease, he moans a last time from relief and breath again.

You're not far behind. Ethan being pratically knocked out, you grind on his hand. You close your thighs around it, ensuring it stay inside. Your legs are shaking, wave of hot and cold invade you. You plunge his fingers inside but, to your surprise, Ethan regains control and start pounding into you to get you to your end.

He kisses your neck while you finally come on his fingers, sweaty and disvesheled. You swear one last time when he withdraws his fingers. You stay here for a while, just hugging , breathing and basking in each other's presence.

After some minutes, you decide to go shower together. You end up finally getting a good night of sleep, cuddled in his strong arms.

The next day, Ethan and you had a stupid satisfied smile on your face. Both happy to be here. You kissed and confessed your love to each other all morning until eventually he had to leave for work. Sadly, you had things to do, too. Ethan offered you to stay and sleep here for a few nights because he wanted to stay close to you.

You liked this idea. Of course you liked it, you love Ethan. And to convince you further, he told you his roomate wouldn't mind. So naturally you accepted. You were embarassed at the idea of bothering his roomate but you decided you would just sleep here, and the day, you'd let the apartment free. It was his too, after all. Not only Ethan's. There is no way you'd let someone feel excluded in their own house.

Grabbing your phone, you click on your friend's number. You call her, the ringing echoes three times and no one answer. Somehow begrudgingly, you resume yourself at simply sending a text. Just for you to instantly forgetting your sorrow as she answers. The discussion was quite simple, she was telling you she was at her grandma right now. She was bored and wanted to know how you were doing.

'I'm going back to my dear haunted apartment, probably gonna die. Wish me luck.' you texted. She put a little more time answering this one. It's possible it triggered something in her. After everything she endured. 'nobody will hurt you as long as i'm alive' she said. She simply changed subjects after that. Asking you about the cute guy you told her about in the letters. And so you explained everything. Every time you tried to offer to call her, she'd decline. You were still sad she didn't want to talk to you but you were telling yourself you needed to be patient.

On a happier note, you decided to leave the place to go to your own apartment.

To one point, you should have known better than be too happy about your improving situation. Of course, it was well too soon for you to consider everything better. But you were probably stupid because the fall hit you much harder than you could've prepared yourself for. Oh, the pain you felt when reality had finally caught you. You thought you were going to die when you came back home to simply grab some clothes. (Ethan told you to do so.)

Your door was ajar. But it wasn't your doing. No, of course it wasn't you. Your apartement terrified you, why would you come here more ofthen than needed ? You felt your body freeze but you quickly overcame the feeling. That's it. You needed it to end. This fucking stalker had ruined you. You and your life. You sent a text to Ethan, telling him that if you do not call him after twenty minutes, he needed to call the cops. He didn't answer. He was at work. It was well past eleven by now.

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to collapse on the ground, and you with it. Slowly, aware of every sound around you, you push the door. Your livingroom was as messy as you had left it. At one difference, the wall. Every frame you had put up on the walls were thrown away. Most of them on the ground and broken, with shattered glasses everywhere.

Why would the creep empty the walls ? To write on it. Of course they would write on it. You laugh bitterly for yourself. You couldn't see their stupids fucking signs anymore, so they had to improve. To force you to read their creepy obsessive text. You hear the crushing of a broken piece of glass, as if someone had stepped on it. But it wasn't you.

You're on alert. Every one of your senses on crisis. Was your mind playing tricks on you ? It was possible in this hellish house who did nothing but give you nightmares recently. You don't realize how you stopped breathing. Only calming when three long minutes had gone without another sound to be heard.

Nothing is here. You're alone, you think. Everything is good. You'll just grab your stuff and leave. Regaining your breath, you bring your attention back on the wall. Words were written on it in deep crimson red. Is that blood ? No, it can't be. Probably paint to give a creepy look that'll catch your attention. You approach the wall to better understand the message.

'She's not here anymore'

The need to throw up almost won. A dark feeling in your guts was telling you 'she' was your friend. But you didn't know. She responded to you, after all. You talked to her. So she had to be okay. She had to. You put your hand on your belly to soothe that want to vomit. You take big breath before finally leaving the livingroom. You quickly make your way to your room where you meet your bare bed. Where are your sheets ? What the hell ? But you don't want to stay longer so you throw clothes in your bag in a hurry.

The front door slam shut. And you know it's the end.

You already feel the tears drowning your sight. Trying to stay silent, you hide in your closet almost empty with how many times you came here to grab clothes. Your hand clasp against your mouth to avoid doing any noise.

Slow footsteps can be heard in the empty apartment. With your shaky hands, you fail to unlock your phone. Your vision is blurry, you can't touch the correct keys. The worst is that you can't see where the creep is. If they stay silent, they can enter the room you're in without you even noticing. And this idea is horrifying. But on another side, you'd preferred them to kill you by surprise so you don't have to affront them.

Your cries intensify, in your despair, you drop your phone straight on the ground. The footsteps stops abrutly. Three distincts knocks are echoing on the corridor's wall. They are coming toward you. You're fucked. They're coming ! What do you do ? What did you do ? Why is this happening ?

Kneeling like you could in the closed space, you reach your hand to grab your phone. As soon as your finger grazes it, the phone vibrate and your ringtone start playing for the whole building to hear. No, no, no, no, no ! Ethan. Ethan is calling you. You pick up despite everything but as soon as you do so, the call is cut short. Fuck E, why would you do that !

The criminal's footsteps are louder, quicker, heavier. They're running. They're running here ! You hold the closet door shut with your both hands, praying for your life. You only have knives in your kitchen, but it's too late now. If you go out, they'll see you. You realized at that moment that whatever you were doing, you couldn't win. That you never even stood a chance against them.

Everything was illusion.

Nothing was improving, you knew it, in fact. You were lying to yourself, searching comfort in a man that don't even understand the dept of the problem. Of your problem. And your friend ? You don't want to talk about her. You don't want to open your eyes just yet. You just want to live in your nice little lies you made up for yourself. You're nice with them, in fact, you like them. Nobody wanted to help you anyway. They could have saved you, you and her, but nobody listened.

Now, it's too late.

The closet start to shake. Widening your eyes, you realize that the creep had start to punch it with their bare fist. You don't give a fuck about being heard anymore, you're bailing your eyes out. Begging for them to let you go, screaming, yelling, calling for help. Holding the door for dear life as if it was going to save you, because in your head it was. But the door didn't last long.

A hole is quickly created in the door. You thought you'd see someone's face, wether it be a man, a woman, whatever. But you saw a white plastic mask instead.

Ghostface.

Why was a damn Ghostface chasing after you? Was it all a sick joke from the start ? You swear you were seeing his eyes boring into yours through the mask. You swore you already saw them somewhere. Ghostface tilts their face to the side, as if mocking you. They were telling you that you were stuck, that it was the end. You hoped they'd kill you.

You couldn't live like this anymore.

In the hole of the closet, Ghostface pass his gloved hand. The latter lay on your shaky face, on your cheek to be exact. You feel the fabric against your skin and think of biting his fingers off. No, you'll angry him. If he's going to kill you, that it be in the least painful way.

"Ethan, right ? Does he treat you so well you forgot about me?" his changed voice said. A weird and creepy robotic voice, one you knew you'd never forget.

You were moving your head left to right. You didn't know why. Probably to tell you didn't want to die, probably to avoid looking into his eyes. He laughs, sounding like a rumbling.

"Ending things right now would be such a waste."

No ! You thought you were finally free ! Why would he chases you down for so long without acting on it !? His gloved hand retract and the door slowly open in an acute creaking. The man is finally revealed before you. He was wearing the whole outfit, the big black robe and the hood.

"It was fun. I give you a gift to reward you for these beautiful screams."

And the knife.

He had a knife in hand. And it was tinged red. Something in you told you it was her. Suddenly, the red writings on your wall had a different meaning.

"I hope you like it, I worked extra hard for it."

Out of nowhere, Ghostface takes your hand, force it open, and lay in it something before forcing it closed. He laughs deeply. One of his hand pat your head mockingly before moving up.

"See you later." he said, swinging his knife in a playful manner.

You were absolutely paralyzed. You didn't know what happened. You stayed up without moving for whoever say how long. When your legs finally stopped shaking, you decided to look what the killer had gave you. Slowly opening your hand, your knee buckle and you fall to the ground crying silently at the sight of a nip of your friend's hair.

You curled up on yourself before completly laying down on the ground, tightening the hairs in your hand close to your heart. She was not here anymore. You wanted to fucking die.

Ever since, Ethan was forgotten. He had tried to call you so many times you had blocked his number. You spent the rest of the day crying in your hotel's room. You resented him. So hard. He didn't answer, he was the one calling and giving your position to a fucking criminal, to a murderer! And he didn't answer. He didn't help, like everyone else.

One day later, neighbors complained about a smell coming from an apartment. You didn't cry when they found your friend's dead body. You didn't cry when cops came to interrogate you. The caretaker having told them about you. Your eyes contained so much hatred in them when looking at him the cops had to let him leave to get him away from you. You didn't cry telling the cops how many times you went to see them to ask for help, nor how many times did they reject you. You didn't cry when they told you she was dead for at least a week, and that her boyfriend was missing. You had no tears left in you. It had simply ended you.

All your lies, every single one of them, destroyed. But you needed them. Of course you weren't talking to her by text, you never did. And fuck, you don't even want to know who was answering instead of her. It was so obvious how she never wanted to call, how she was never leaving her house. But the eye you saw at the peephole. The fucking eye...

You don't want to think about it.

Ethan tried to talk to you. He went to your hotel and found you. You didn't bother to move this time as you were done with your life. He fell to his knee and started begging and crying for your forgivness. Did you even love him ? Or were you, are you, just lonely ? Unfortunately, you decided to forgot the anger you had against him when you realized he was the only thing you had. Your only support. The only one knowing you were a victim. You spent the days crying in his arms.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here, love. It's okay." he reassured you, again.

It was a routine, now. You'd sleep the days away and when you'd wake up, you'd find yourself crying inconsolably. Everything was your fault, you kept repeating in your head. She's fucking dead because of you.

You wanted to end it all but Ethan wanted you alive at every cost. He was brushing your hair, feeding, washing and changing you. You were a lifeless doll. Sometimes, his roomate would come and talk to you. Most of the times, you don't even realize he's talking to you, too lost in your thought to proceed his presence.

"It's okay, everything's okay."

Ethan hugs you firmly. Kissing your hairline. His t-shirt was damped. Your eyes were burning. Every time you closed them, the picture of your friend would come and haunt you, a new nightmare coming. You weren't able to think about something else anymore. But it was your fault. You put her in danger, you got her killed. It was you Ghostface wanted, not her. You got her killed.

"I want to leave..." you whispered in a voice so hoarse, so weak, it didn't sound like yours. His hand goes on the back of your head to pull you towards him.

"No, no my love. It's okay. I'll protect you. You won't be alone anymore." his leg goes over yours and crushes them to prevents you from moving.

Alone.

Have you ever been alone in your life ? No, he was here all along. He was watching you all along. You never were truly alone. He had your adress, your friend's adress, your number and even Ethan's name. No, he's always here. Lurking.

"Just... Stay with me, I'll protect you. Please, don't leave me." he begs.

He looked calm, surprisingly calm being given the situation. But you needed it, in a way. If he doesn't freak out, you don't need to. (you coudn't, even if you wanted to) He probably know what to do. It was too late for you but he could do something. Maybe. His behaviour was slightly comforting. It was dangerous, mostly for him. He probably didn't even know what he was doing, he probably didn't know what he was getting himself into, in fact.

But once, just for once, you wanted to be helped. You wanted someone to listen to your pleas. He was going to die, it was a fact. And yeah, maybe you were selfish, you were condamning him after all.

"I feel like I'm using you. Like I manipulated you. you say, mostly for your own conscience than for his safety.

-Use me, love. I don't care. Manipulate me, whatever. I swore I'd help you. And if I have to risk my life doing it, I'll do it. I love you. You don't know the things I'd do for you.

-Now, you're the one manipulating me...

It was true. He was forcing you to think you had a chance in getting out of this situation when you knew there were none.

-Oh baby, you have no idea how manipulative I can be to obtain what I want.

-If you say so." you whisper, drifting to sleep once again, knowing you'd wake up hours later in the same position, in the same problem and knowing you killed your friend.

[tokkishouse]

heyyy, okay so I read the cute lil Tighnari post and I died a lil (a lot actually, it was so cute pls my heart can't take it) If you have the time could you pls post more abt him 👁👁

I physically need more of that man, it doesn't really matter if it's sfw or nsfw or both. I just need more posts on this man or I will fall over and die 🛐

You 🤝 Me --> Needing more Tighnari content Say no more babes.

(Sfw) Tighnari as a Boyfriend

Characters: Tighnari x GN!Reader

Warnings: Slightly suggestive, subtle yandere themes

WC: 0.8k words

Fennec foxes mate for life. No ifs, ands, or buts about it. Tighnari is loyal to a fault. Some of the villagers and even fellow rangers may try to woo him, but his eyes are focused on you and you alone

This also applies in the opposite direction-- if anyone flirts with you, he's by your side and growling at the offender, canines bared and ready to bite. Poor Al-Haitham got a bit of a shock when an off-handed, semi-flirtatious statement earned him a bone-chilling glare from Tighnari and the feeling of claws around his neck. Please give this man all of your attention

Gets very excited if you groom his ears and tails-- he likes to keep them nice and presentable for you and what better way to do that than to have you preen as you see fit?

Speaking of grooming-- if you do a particularly favorable job at it, he'll purr. Idc if foxes cant purr, Tighnari can. It's barely audible, trading sound for power as it's strong enough to be felt all over your body. Once he's purring you've won-- you could ask him anything and he'll probably say yes to it

Always brings you something from his expeditions-- from flowers to unique plants and strange creatures-- as long as he's vetted it to be safe, Tighnari will bring it home for you to keep. His tail curls up in anxiety as he watches you carefully inspect the gifts he brings home, but it always relaxes when he sees your delighted smile and you look at him with such adoration keep your eyes only on him

Speaking of his tail, it's the biggest indicator of his mood. If it's still, he's either in a neutral state or very focused. If it's swaying back and forth, he's calm and perhaps happy-- the faster it sways the happier he is. If it drags behind him on the floor like it has no life, he's upset. And if it curls up very tightly he may be a tad excited.

It also naturally seeks you out. If you stand next to him, it automatically wraps itself around your leg, waist, or just all over your body. You're familiar and safe, and it's a way of staying as close and connected to you as possible. It does make for some unfortunate moments when one of you decides to move abruptly, tugging the poor thing hard and lightly spraining it.

He will lecture you if you get in trouble or hurt yourself, but not out of anger-- only frustration and worry. He loves you very dearly and he doesn't want to think of a world without you. Tighnari's lectures are just another way of him expressing his concern for you and your safety. This also means that before you go anywhere, even if it's down the road to a local merchant, he'll make sure you have an emergency pack fully stocked. He can't have you tripping over a root and injuring yourself, and without anything to self-treat, now can he?

The cooler seasons are the best time to cuddle with him-- the fur on his ears and tail get slightly thicker to adjust to the falling temperatures, which makes sleeping curled up against the tail all the more comforting. Its extra warmth makes cool breezes and nightly chills a thing of the past.

While he does have a nickname or two for you, he doesn't call you by it often. Saying your name is loving as it is-- it's your name. It carries the weight of your history and how far you've come-- who you are. To him, that is the most precious thing and every time he says your name, all that information floods his brain as he conjures up the image of you, his lovely partner. During more sappy and romantic moments though, he will throw in a nickname for you here and there.

He may tease and be sarcastic with you, but if you express your discomfort, he'll stop immediately. However, if you can match his snarkiness and shoot back your own witty retorts, you'll have him completely ensnared. An off-handed comment turns into a full-blown snark fest with neither of you willing to give up until you leave the other completely stumped. It makes those around you either annoyed or amused. After all, anyone that can keep up with Tighnari's wit is sure to make a worthy opponent.

All in all, Tighnari is a very caring boyfriend with his own quirks. If you're lucky enough to be chosen by him, you'll have quite the satisfactory relationship-- one that only inspires joy and free love. Just be mindful not to set off one of his more fox-like instincts. It often can get...messy.

Requests (both sfw and nsfw) are open~! If you want a nsfw version of this lmk

[lohotine]

Yan! Prune Juice Cookie x GN Reader. HEAD CANNONS

Warnings: Manipulation, stalking, drugging. (He's a Yandere, so those types of things.)

When he first saw you, he didn't think much of you. He didn't think much of anybody, actually.

Prune was slightly arrogant and believed himself to be above others.

It was only after you started hanging around him more, and complimenting him did he really start to adore you.

Trust me, praise is the #1 way to his heart. That and little touches, like holding hands.

He would start to stalk learn more about you.

First it was basic things, like your schedule or the general things you like.

But it soon became more.. obsessive.

He learned not only your dorm number, but it's entier layout. What kinds of food you ate, when your roommates came back. Everything you liked and everything you disliked.

Even what kind of hygiene products you used.

Man was WHIPPED. Completely obsessed with you.

Of course, everyone was oblivious to the types of things Prune was up to. He's a very sneaky and calculating man.

Eventually, Prune would start putting certain potions into your drinks and foods.

They were nothing bad, just small doese of a potion that would make you think of him.

Completely harmless!

It worked, of course. You two met much more often.

You couldn't figure out why he was appearing in the back of your mind so much more..

He swore to himself that he wouldn't go past that.

He was wrong.

He got super jealous when you were still hanging out with other friends.

He considered just poisoning them, but he knew you'd just be upset.

And he couldn't kidnap you and give you a potion to make you love him, since he wanted something real.

That's when fake, and especially nasty rumors started to circulate about you.

Strangers started to avoid you, and all of your friends left you

Except for Prune Juice, of course.

He would stay with you, since he knew they were fake.

He was the one who started them, after all.

But you don't need to know that.

He was the only person who stayed with you, thus the only person who you could depend on.

That's all he wanted.

You two got really close, and started dating. He didn't even have to drug you more since you were enthralled by him and him alone!

I mean, he's the only person who still treats you like a normal human being.

Those rumors isolated you from basically everyone.

If, for some odd reason, someone else still tries to talk you, he'll take care of it.

Will gladly inform them about the rumors in private, and if that doesn't work, he'll drug your food so you're in a very snappy mood.

You end up yelling at the new person, and they start to avoid you.

You feel really bad about it, thinking it's all your fault.

You even end up getting letters sometime afterwards that says you deserve to be alone since you're bratty and rude.

Prune sent them, of course, but he keeps it on the down-low.

Will comfort you after saying that he'd never leave you.

Will kiss you to make you feel better and gives you the most innocent smile.

Even after pulling a stunt like that..

In conclusion, he's a pretty shit yandere who manipulates you into being with him. Makes you feel hopeless and alone and then will be there for you when everyone else leaves. He even drugs you into sending some people away yourself, which makes you feel really bad.

He's a horrible person, but he puts on a very convincing show that makes him seem like a perfect and innocent angel.

(Haha, idc though, he won't have to manipulate me, I'll still date him 😍)

[blairshifts222]

Things I've scripted in my main DR that I really shouldn't have but idc

⚠️this is just a rant about my DR lore, so feel free to scroll if you don't want to hear about it⚠️

The tall man: He is an evil being who has supernatural powers, and he's immortal so every time he dies he is reborn in a slightly different form. He is technically my dad, and he hates me because I'm an angel and he's a Wraith, which is basically like a demon. Throughout his lives, he's done lots of bad things, like kidnapping, psychologically torturing people, stuff like that. But I scripted that eventually he will be killed permanently, so that's great. And he appears in different forms, and the main one is This Man from the internet hoax (face claim: Ever Dream This Man? )

Fallen ones: They are basically fallen angels, and sometimes they serve Wraiths. They appear as distorted faces and scary monsters.

Lost Kids: They are children who were lost/abandoned/murdered/went missing and stuff like that. Their souls are trapped on Earth for various reasons, and it's my job to help them. I travel into their memories and stuff, and then they go to heaven.

The Other People: They're a cult of faceless people who worship Wraiths, and they're creepy asf. They also have supernatural abilities, and they can disguise themselves as normal people, but when they're disguised I see them as having white eyes.

My S/O: I scripted that she's really cute, funny, caring, and so on, but I also scripted that she's really protective and kind of erratic (VERY loosely inspired by Yanderes).

In conclusion: I have no sense of danger and I'm addicted to scripting scary stuff.

[ctheathy]

Any and all Julius the Dressmaker HCs please! Any genre, idc, anything about him!🖤 Please feed my hyperfixation, I'm starving😭🖤

Yandere Julius the Dressmaker Headcanons

Julius Doherty x Reader

Yandere Headcanons

Character + Artwork by Sanityshorror

Author’s Note : Been on quite the yandere streak with my asks lately, so obsessive hcs it is!! My sincere apologies due to it being rather short, it’s been a while since I’ve been genuinely close with the Creepypasta fandom, and my memory on the beautiful man is slightly blurred. Hope these are alright for now, sweetheart🌹

Julius the Dressmaker/Reader [Romantic]

[Gender-neutral Darling|Female Darling|Male Darling]

Potential ⚠️TWs⚠️ :

Superiority complex • Murder, a lot of murder • Stitches • It’s vague whenever his darling actually dies or not • Arrogance • Possessiveness • Corpses mention • Controlling behaviour • Gaslighting • Sadism • Degrading treatment • Abuse of high class position • Cheating • Assault • Blood mention • Julius is a hypocrite

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Julius is a very conflicted person. On one hand he can and will come off as an incredibly arrogant, selfish and cruel individual when given a reason to, but on the other he is a very starved being for both praise and appreciation, often openly reaching out for it too. He wants eyes on himself and will get overbearing during conversations in order to get the topic swapped to his liking, his delusional mindset having convinced his own importance to be superior over that of anyone else’s. But it tends to bother him the trouble it has always given him during that time. Humans have always been hypocritical.

He himself has always gained stacks on stacks of attention due to his attractive appearance and charming demeanour alone. He’s alluring and mesmerizing in the eyes of those around him, and it has resulted in him getting what he continuously wants so badly; unnecessary validation and praise for simply existing. It not helping in the slightest that he has the direct knowledge on how to get what he wants. But there was something that had slowly started to tick him off as time went on.

Genuine and thoughtful compliments directed torwards other people.

The more attentiveness he gained over the years, the more it felt as if there was little to no thought behind it, much to the point these compliments had felt as if they were nothing but a must. He’s so needy for the observation, so desperate for the entire acknowledgement of other people ... but it has just become so common, it was becoming much more similar to simply telling a white lie. Some eerily directed commentary with no emotion connected to it, the type of wording that shouldn’t be affecting him this much in modern days. And yet, here he was. Being put in an irritable state and a sense incredulity by others achieving a certain type of attention that he just doesn’t get. Feeling any comments being send torwards those around him to be a lot more real rather than the ones he has always gotten.

It’s already hard enough to get this man’s attention on you as it is, much less keep it. But I believe a certain fixation with you could be produced by holding a specific kind of thought process as a person, a mindset whom he just cannot provide for himself. He had never been provided with or even offered much when considering positivity and such. So he tends to be caught strangely off guard when sweethearts such as yourself come around without any seeming hidden motives. Your appearance would be a strange turn for the male, and it had only resulted in the complexity of his emotions worsening.

Though you held a sense of pride and self confidence, you weren’t arrogant like he was. You took flaws and always tried turning them into something positive, letting there be a positive spin on it for both yourself and those surrounding your presence. This being a part of you he almost envies in a way, taking something imperfect and yet, still seeing it as something good? Despicable... The literal root of his obsession would merely be created alongside the start of his jealousy torwards you. You’re far from perfect, yet you were willing to be the perfect example of an endearing creature to look up to when it came to those around you. A role he wanted.

He’d definitely try to suppress these feelings, considering them to be a negative effect to his image and that it’s an unworthy distraction from his job. He would go out of his way to gaslight himself into believing himself to despise you with every cell of his body, even to the point of specifically targeting you for his ridicule and bottled up anger; which only leads to him growing more frustrated with himself for giving you that unworthy attention, but he just cannot seem to leave you be no matter how much he tries. He wants to believe himself to detest you with the entirety of his heart, but he keeps on crawling back in the end. It’s as if your positivity is taking a toll on him, like it’s some sickening spell he cannot free himself from.

He would end up so very embarrassed if he still managed to catch up with his unwanted feelings and his complex desire for you. It’s just so very unprofessional of him-! Much less having fallen for an average person such as yourself. He considers himself an complete embarrassment and is still yet one to deny these for a very long time. In his eyes, he could have had everything. He had a loving relationship, one whom had to be left behind for his own selfish desires. He had a major self image who was currently getting destroyed to bits due to your influence. And most importantly, his already poor self esteem is now going off the charts.

To many, it comes to no surprise that Julius is a perfectionistic individual, holding not only hard standards for himself, but forcing them upon those around him as well, including his darling no doubt. He’d go out of his way to put you in the spotlight and bring attention to the little flaws you may or may not have. Every little detail gets spotted and is easily turned against you, behaving as if you’re his little toy to continuously ‘improve’.

Little mr. Perfect over here also tends to be surprisingly possessive when it comes to you. He continuously assaults and degrades you like you’re some low class vermin, but he makes it very clear it’s only him who can behave this way torwards you. This shall be the only genuine care you’ll ever receive from the man too, something that’s not merely an act, that is. It’s for selfish reasonings and self-benefit only, but he’ll call out and concentrate on the said person who harassed you, making sure they’ll be missing by the next day by luring them in as his next victims. He is already naturally possessive of those he deems his property, but he truly takes it to a whole nother level when it comes to you. Any close connections you may hold with another shall be shut down real quick. His kill count is intensifying and fastening in action. It gets to a point where he doesn’t even try to hide his murders anymore, shamelessly leaving the bodies of those you love on your doorstep with the countless of physical deformities due to the torture they’ve faced in his hands.

If other people started the same treatment he had always given you, he fears for the worst to lose your attention on him. His intentions and final goal with you almost seem vague in a way, as if he’s in constant debate with himself aswell. He’s constantly suffering of behaviour moodswings and pushes it onto anybody unfortunate enough to be close at that moment. His mannerisms and behaviour may sometimes even make him seem loveable in a way. But do not be fooled, dear. All tends to be nothing but a mere facade, a simple mask he wears for a certain while in order to try and make you let your guard down. And he shall continue these unsavoury acts to the point where you're most likely nothing but a broken doll to him, the shell of a person you once were.

But do not despair now, dove, he’ll stitch you to perfection.

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[silvcrignis]

@manufactoredxbyxdesign ♛

@manufactoredxbyxdesign Punky’s out here throwing you to the WOLVES, they just made a lucky choice because I’m a favourite player lmfao.

{Meme}: [ ♛ ] send me your url and i'll tell you the following; {x}

My opinion on;

Character in general: It’s so sad that I have nar actually played a single Resident Evil Game (I used to watch my dad play them back when I was a smol) or touched a single DBD match but somehow still ended up hyper fixated on this character bc not only was he EVE R Y WHERE back when I was a kid he was my like favourite type of shitbag smarmy over confident character hdhghg I would probably write Albert Wesker if I had the confidence or the complete lore knowledge to hfhgh the perfect live action FC already exists for him thanks to Buffy 😭

How they play them: Hgdhgnh I’ve told them this personally but they’re soooo good, like I hear Albert’s voice when they post something??? Like I love him, a lot of people love uwuing softening villains & I’m like bro they’re fucking evil they may have tender moments or people they are softer with but that’s an EVIL hoe, stop pretending they didn’t do nothin’ wrong. He’s written so MEAN & I fucking adore that, it’s the same way I portray my Severus Snape bc that man has called his own spouse a fucking FOOL before & that’s. My. T y p e, Like I need them to understand I’m not just saying this bc they gave my shit stain gremlin girl a chance (okay maybe a little bc this place has burnt me many times b u t) I’m saying this because I genuinely don’t think they realise just how GOOD they portray this nasty snarky PHD wielding grifter man 😭

The mun: Hurt them & feel the sting of my blade, I swear to God, I will break into your home at 3:37 AM & slather cream cheese & onions on the inside of your pillowcases if I find out you ever legitimately hurt their feelings. Like I was so scared to follow them bc their writing was really on point & canon character blogs be acting stank as hell here especially to me bc Keira isn’t an easy™️ OC girl. & like idc if someone roasts me but I will r I d e for my squad, especially the ones who put up with my ridiculous spammy bullshit like they do hhhhh they deserve better than some of the absolutely manic posts I send them fr fr but I usually make up for my transgressions by sliding them the gud Albertcore.

Do I;

Follow them: I do, I followed their second blog @lxdyvenxm so fucking fast when I saw their post it gave me whiplash ghhgbhjn

RP with them: Of course I do, I have to stick all the pale haired tsunderes together in one spot though Al is a low-key yandere wearing the tsundere skin tbch but he’s deffo part of the club.

Want to RP with them: I… I need Keira to leave this man alone bc every time I get a new idea for Keira the DBD verse her first thought is “What would Albert think about it~🖤🖤🖤?” Yeah she’s a lil obsessio over him but I’M normal hfhgh I don’t want them to think I’m a weird stalker like I don’t want into Albert Wesker’s pants this CREATURE is the one who does!!!!

Ship their character with mine: The concept of them together is terrifying & I mean BOTH Keira & Albert & uhhh the other two shinies (YOU KNOW WHO grhfghf) like they would put the “Power” in the would power couple before some crazy shit starts going down in that Fog… So yeah I do, I want them holding hands while those hands are covered in blood… Because they’re making out while stabbing a person. While holding the same knife. Little known fact about me I fucking LOVE murder couples, especially where one’s a little more fucked up than the other but the other isn’t bothered by that instead they use their slightly calmer head to plan out some REALLY fucked up ideas for them to do together.

What is my;

Overall opinion: Send a long text get a long text ba- Oh wait wait that’s like summin different. Follow them. Love them. Ask about their headcanons bc their headcanons are really good & so fascinating??? Let Albert dismember & bully your muse, Keira wants to film him throwing around their body parts everywhere with the tentacles pls she said it’ll be super funny~~~~

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.

[midnightmoonkiss]

Thinking about Kazuha.. (fluff)

Imagine playing with his hair ooooouuuuuu.. I bet its so soft and silky. He really likes it when you play with his hair, its so relaxing and puts his mind at ease.

I think his scalp is a bit sensitive, so you have to be gentle with his hair, but he loooves the feeling of your fingers carding through his loose locks, gently detangling any knot. Free serotonin.

He hums with every movement, small smile on his face, eyes blissfully closed shut as he just soaks in the attention.

Bonus points if you pull his hair back into his ponytail for him and give his head a little heart-melting kiss.

It’s all he’ll think about for the rest of the day, I swear.

Ah!

~Borrowing~ Kazu’s haori when its chilly, the fabric so very soft and comfy.. smelling just like him.

He probably smells like.. teakwood, lavender, morning dew, hint of pine.. coming ng, so very comforting.

He likes seeing you wear it, thinks you’re so adorable.. and that possessive part of him always feels oh-so very pleased.. it’s as if you’re showing off that you’re his and he’s yours - all with just an article of clothing.

He can’t help but be a bit possessive, maybe slightly yandere-ish.. it’s not overbearing or even slightly creepy like some people (Childe) !! He just won’t allow someone else to take you from him, not if he can help it.

And when Kazuha gets it back- it smells like you!! Thus creating the “The Scent Of Kazuha’s Haori” paradox (an inside joke between you and Ayaka).

If he wakes up before you do, firstly he enjoys gazing at you, observing the way the golden rays of morning’s first light caresses your skin.. how peaceful and elegant you look. Next, he enjoys wandering about, collecting a few flowers so that you can wake up to their scent and beauty - while he cuddles you, of course.

His kisses are so sweet and so full of passion and love, the samurai is such a romantic. He worships you.. in a subtle kind of way. Not over the top, but enough to make you feel like an Archon yourself.

Kazuha’s lips are cute.. kind of round, thinner top lip, always a sort of reddish color, and very soft. He works with wind, he’s gotta keep his lips moisturized!

Theyre soooo nice to kiss. And he enjoys kissing you often! Kiss him more pls hes a smooch-a-holic.

PDA isn’t too bad for him, he holds your hand, hugs you, presses kisses to your knuckles, cheek, temple, lips - all chaste but lovey-dovey. He saves the heavier stuff for moments where you two have privacy.

Pinky holding with Kazuha.. small blush on his cheeks from how cute it is and how cute you are to him.

Speaking of hands.. his hands would be calloused, the curse of sword users, but they’d still be a little bit soft and nice to hold!! (steal his gloves he will melt)

He likes it when you play with his fingers, something so small fills his heart with such immense love.

He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face, and he’d always protect you. You’re so dear to him.. just the thought of something happening to you.. it fills his chest with such unimaginable pain, so much so that he falls into a panic attack. Please help calm him down, assure him that you’re ok and that you’re here with him. He just needs you close.

He can hold his liquor fairly well, medium-weight drinker, indulging in some saki most nights. You don’t have to join him, but if you do.. drinks taste better with someone to drink with..!

Snuggling with him! He likes sleeping on the side of the bed closest to the door, a sort of barrier between you and a potential attacker. When sleeping together, he prefers being the big spoon.. just you cuddled into his chest, his chin tucked over your head, arms wrapped around each other.. his comfort place. Plus he can smell you shampoo hehe.

One of his ways of showing love is playfully nipping your neck. No idea why he likes doing it, maybe youre squeal amuses him or something.

Enjoys reading his poetry to you, having you guess the meaning behind each poem or haiku.

If you guess them right, he’s thrilled!

If you guess them wrong, he’s amused! You literally cannot upset him.

If you guess them so wrong that it doesnt even make sense anymore like how did you come up with that answer, you’ll get to hear his award winning laugh!!

Enjoys dipping his feet in cool water on hot days, playing music with his little instruments.

Give him something handmade and he will treasure it FOREVER. No one else can touch it, it’s his only!!

I love how the fandom has dubbed his word of endearment as “dove,” so he calls you ‘his dove.’ <3

He can be your bottle of maple syrup!! He will be displeased but still in love.

He’s so sweet and loyal.🍁💕 Will never look at anyone romantically other than you. If someone flirts or hits on him, he makes it known that he is taken. If they don’t stop, he blankly glares at them before walking away. xoxo Man ain’t in the market!!!!

He loves you so very much, you’re his everything.

[buzzyboi79]

Kinktober-2022

MDNI

Masterlist

Keep your legs closed, Sweetheart-

Aged up!Pro Hero!Izuku x reader, yandere/jealous

2k words

Warnings: Smut, obv 🙄, rough sex, yandere vibes-? Jealousy. Unprotected sex (dont be silly, wrap the willy). Use of whore once. Lots of praise. Izuku being a dom but in a submissive way!????? Lmk if i missed something.

A/n: deadass wrote this in an hour and a half. Not beta read whatsoever. Take it or leave it besties. And please, please leave constructive criticism in the comments. Reblogs, likes, and comments are always appreciated

The Gala was just as grand as the news stations displayed. Only this time, instead of watching it through your tv, you were on the arm of the number one hero, Izuku Midoriya.

He sat down at your table with pride knowing he had the prettiest girl beside him. With his arm wrapped around your waist, gently playing with the folds of your long, green dress (which he cheesily matched in his forest green tie).

While his face was all smiles for the paps, he was all too acutely aware of the other men’s gazes. The lingering looks directed towards the slit that ran up your leg. The second glances watching as the fabric across your chest shifted.

He hated it. Hated it so much. You were his, and nothing could change that, right? He repeated that mantra so many times over to himself as he watched you talk with the spiky redhead on your other side.

You spoke politely and laughed at his jokes when called for. You laughed at his jokes too, right? You said that you loved his rambling. That had to be true. Still, he watched you again, and you laughed a little too hard.

A frown crept across his face and he gently but firmly slid a hand over your thigh. It happened to be the side with the slit he gripped the soft plush flesh hiding beneath the dress he loved oh so much.

You yelped slightly, more to yourself but Izuku heard it. Of course he did, he heard everything. The small smirk that hid something more menacing behind it gave that away immediately when you turned to him. “Kirishima’s funny isn't he, Princess.” He spoke it as a statement, not even bothering to ask your opinion.

You gave him a small nod with worried eyes knowing what he was thinking. You had been through this before. Always so protective over you, your body, and especially your attention. “Yeah, Izu!” Before Kirishima has a chance to speak up Y/n grabs Izukus’ hand firmly and speaks, “Hey honey, can you come with me really quick? I need to use the restroom and I don't really know my way around.”

You gave him the softest smile that he swears could have melted Todorokis thunderous ice, and he looked up at you with eyes full of what could only be called ‘Puppy Love’. He nods vigorously. Despite his anger and jealousy of everyone thinking you were theirs, he did anything you ever asked, with no hesitation.

You gently pull him up and head towards the bathrooms while Eijirou makes a mental note that it looked like you knew exactly where the bathrooms were before turning to the rest of his friends at the table.

You get to the bathrooms immediately choosing the designated “family bathroom” so you could drag him in with you. Immediately you lock the door and turn to him with your arms crossed and he almost wants to cower despite the fact that he’s easily a foot taller than you. (A/n, no Idc if you're 6’4”, he. Is. taller.)

“What was that about Izuku?” The full name. He knew he would probably be in trouble but at this point he didn't care. Everyone’s eyes on you during the gala was the only thought in his mind, and his member tucked away in his pants.

You looked absolutely perfect in the dress he had picked out for you, and he wanted nothing more than to tear it off right then and there, despite the speech that he had to deliver in half an hour or so. He took a breath before rising back to his full height. He was going to take what was his, and make sure everyone knew it too.

Carefully but secure in his choices, the green haired man stepped towards you, reaching out his hand and sliding it down your side before letting it rest at your hip. “What was that about, sweetheart? It was about the fact that Kirishima was obviously flirting with what's rightfully mine.” He laughs to himself and kisses the bottom of your jaw, his other hand cupping your chin. “You wouldn't have let him do anything to you right, Princess?”

Since the moment he first touched you in that bathroom, you knew you were a goner, melting at his words, let alone the hand that slowly crept further down your hip towards the slit on your leg. You let out a soft breath in reaction to his ministrations and warble out a feeble answer. “N-no Izuku, never. Just you, I only want you.”

“Only me, sweetheart?”

The memories of when you had control of this moment were in the far back of your mind while you nodded your head so hard you looked like Izukus’ own little bobble head. “I’d only ever want you. Only want you to touch me- to love me.”

You lean in for a kiss and he reciprocated immediately, yearning to have your lips against his.

You wish you could say it was sloppy and full of passion but it wasn't. It was domineering with his hand under your dress cupping your ass and the free hand gripping your chin tightly in order to keep you in place. He was angry, and you knew it. You also knew he would take it out on you and your precious cunt that he held so dearly.

Keeping hold of you chin, Izuku pulled back and looked into your eyes with obsessive infatuation. “I love you so much, Y/n. You know that right? You know you're the only person I could ever want.”

This time, he leans in and kisses your neck instead, slowly moving down while nudging off the straps of your dress, all while muttering captivating words into the soft skin he found. The strong hand that was once on your ass was now moving your red panties aside in order to let his fingers explore your folds. Red panties, a mistake on your part. A mistake he wouldn't let you forget.

He unlatches from your neck with a pop, leaving a mark, that would be seen, behind. He looks down before his eyes catch on your panties “Did you wear these for him, Princess?” The pout he gives you is genuinely sad and fearful. “Tell me you didn't-”

You shake your head as fast as you can before he can react. “No, no, I promise. I wore them because I thought you would like them- I’m so sorry, Izu.” You try to ground the freckled man who was so lost in everything you are and the sound of your panties ripping catches you off guard. “I-Izuku!?”

His smile is back plastered on his face, full of love. “Well, you won’t need these then, sweetheart. I’ll buy you some more, don't worry.” He kisses you once again before you can utter a word in defense.

Izukus’ kisses always enthralled every fiber of your being, and now was no different. It felt like the sun leaned down and spread it's soft rays against your lips. But at the same time, it felt as if thunder itself crashed in between the two of you.

As you were kept captivated by his lips and soft spoken words between breaths, the two fingers that had been rubbing against your clit, slipped inside where you needed him most. The moan you let out was more satisfying than any hero accomplishment he could ever even dream to achieve, and Izuku was determined to hear more.

“That’s it baby, let me hear you. I just want to hear how much you want me- then I’ll give you what you want. What do you want, baby?” He spoke so fast, with so many questions. Between that and his hands working magic on your insides you could barely even form a sentence.

“P-please Izuku! I want you inside me! I’m b-beg- ngh- begging!” He almost had you in tears as you could feel your stomach start to clench in anticipation of what was coming. (a/n pun intended <3) “I need you so bad. Only you! I only want you!”

“Good girl. Such a good girl for me.” He scissored his fingers back and forth, further stirring up your soft spots. “Are you going to cum for me? Show me how much you want my cock inside you. Come on sweetheart, I love you so much, let me show you too.”

You threw your head back as he added a third thick digit, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head. “F-fuck-! I’m coming-!!” You clenched your eyes shut, small tears falling, mouth falling open in an ‘o’.

“Such a good girl for me- oh don't cry Princess-! I love you so much, you’re doing so well.” His fingers never stopped as he worked you through your high, his rough fingers not matching his words whatsoever. “You did so well for me, how about I give you what you really deserve after working so hard.” He pulls his fingers out, licking the juices that string between the digits.

You hear the jingle of his belt buckle before his slacks are falling to reveal a throbbing cock straining against his boxers. Your shaking hands tentatively reach forward to pull down the fabric, allowing all 7 inches of his cock to spring out and pumping it once with your hand.

He groans before grabbing your hand and pulling it away. “You- you can't do that sweetheart- I’ll cum too quick” He grabs both your hands in one of his larger ones and pins them against the wall behind you. After hiking up your dress above your hips he grasped his cock and slowly rubbed it through your folds, catching your clit and making you jump.

Slowly he starts to push in, groaning as he did so. You winced at the stretch, more tears leaking from your eyes. No matter how many times he fucks you senseless, his size felt like it was splitting you apart.

After fully sheathing himself inside of you he stopped, gently rubbing your cheek. “Shh, It's okay. I've got you, Y/n. Can I move? Please? You feel so good-” You take a deep breath and nod for him to move, which he does, hard.

His thrusts match the anger and intensity of his jealousy, and you had no idea just how much he hurt everyone at the gala to make sure no one ever looked at you like that again. Instead, he chose to take it out on your poor, drooling, pussy.

“God you feel amazing, sweetheart-” He grunts loudly and you think about the fact that no one had heard you yet before a sharp thrust brings you back to the present. “Stay with me sweetheart-”

He angles his hips deeper, hitting just the right spot to make your tongue loll out of your mouth. “Look at you, such a whore for me, aren’t you, baby? Taking me so well.”

You try to nod at him and speak. “You're the only one I want!! N-not them!” You could feel your climax creeping up your stomach again, already so close.

Izuku let out a lewd moan befitting a pornstar over the number one hero, letting go of your hands and gripping your hip with one and rubbing your clit with the other instead. “That’s right, such a good girl. Cum with me, Y/n. I got you-”

The fast circles over your clit send you spinning before clenching your cunt tightly and cumming all over his cock, screaming for him. Izuku groans and never stops thrusting as he lets go and releases his hot ropes of cum inside you, with a loud call of your name.

As you both start to come down from your highs he pulls out and kisses your forehead. “My gorgeous Princess-” You grin lazily at him before feeling both of your juices slide down your leg. “Izuku! My underwear!”

He grins at you, rubbing the back of his neck and leaning in, “I guess you’ll just have to keep your legs closed, Sweetheart.” Before he kisses you once more, adjusts his pants and your dress, and walks out to go get ready for his speech.

[astroharlow]

the muse (part i) || yandere steven grant x female reader

master manipulator steven grant, you'll see what i mean in the first half and most definitely in part two. he also has a thing for photography in this story. there’s definitely ooc moments, but bare with it. steven’s a switch in this one idc idc. (currently editing)

also, i’m using a dark version of marc spector in this one. this will be a two-part series, so stay tuned for the next part :)

warning: explicit sex, talks of sex, dirty talk, yandere behavior obv, explicit language

"Holy fuck, it's so bloody cold. I don’t know how anyone could fucking live here," You rubbed your hands together before blowing hot air into the crevices to warm yourself up. It was ludicrous to forget your gloves in Lake Tahoe, California, but you were in such a hurry to leave the cabin you and Steven were staying at that the thought slipped your mind.

When Steven moved to London and worked at the gift shop in the museum you worked at, it became a huge turning point for him. Steven Grant has always been an introvert, never really talking or acknowledging anyone during his first month at the museum shop.

You assumed it'd be from moving out of his hometown, but he'd eventually tell you that he was never really close with anyone back there either. So, what he would normally do at the museum is sit down by himself during his lunch break, either sticking his nose inside an Egyptology book or scrolling through his photo gallery in his camera.

Pretty much like what he's doing right now.

Steven, who remained too preoccupied with his camera, didn't even hear your comment. You could hear the clicking of the button on his camera and you could see the flashes of light shine across his face. How he managed to keep up with your pace while being so engrossed is questionable yet impressing. Regardless, you couldn't deny the fact that he was slightly getting on your nerves because of it.

You ambled your way over to your guys' rental car, moving over to the driver's seat while turning on the heater. Despite living up in Europe for such a long time, you still couldn't stand the bitter cold.

Pivoting your head, you watched as Steven made his way over to the passenger seat and put his seatbelt on, eyes barely moving away from the camera screen.

He's barely spoken a word ever since you both came all the way down here which is quite funny, considering that he came up with the idea of going up in the mountains. The coffee-colored eyed man wanted to explore the States with you, purely because he’s never really got the chance to go anywhere.

Knowing Steven, he was normally the type to coop himself at home and never really go places unless he’s planned it weeks ahead. But since you two have been friends for months ever since he first worked there, you thought it’d be a great idea to go.

You both were already on Day Two out of the five days that you guys were meant to stay here for and he hasn't really moved away from his camera, despite your desperate attempts in suggesting things to do.

You rolled your eyes at him (not like he would notice you do it either), and turned the ignition on as you drove back to your guys' cabin. You made sure to take an extra sharp turn, so that he could perhaps, if it isn't too much for him to do, acknowledge your presence.

Eventually after the second sharp turn over, one extra turn more until you reached the lodge did he finally look up from his camera and turn to you.

"Y/N,"

Steven’s longing stare made your neck burn and you weren't sure if it was from embarrassment or that flutter in your chest whenever he'd laugh and smile at your jokes or passionate rants. You still kept an eye on the road, never bothering to glance back at him. A click of the the other's seatbelt almost made you look back at him and you let out a gasp when Steven’s warm breath reached the outer shell of your ear as he whispered, "What's wrong, Y/N?"

Fuck.

Your wheel completely swerved to the other side of the road and you quickly regained composure as you made one last turn until the cabin was in sight. You immediately turned off the ignition once you found a parking spot, heart completely hammering against your chest. Contradicting to the harsh cold the mountain offered, your face burned really fucking hot.

You turned your body over to Steven, completely in shock at his nonchalance. His pupils were completely dilated as he studied the expression on your face. His soft fluffy dark-brown hair shined against the light from the light post and oh boy, never did he look more fucking hot than that night.

But, still. Swerving was not the move. "What the fuck, Steven? Are you bloody mad? We could've literally," You pointed and shook your hand at the car window for emphasis, but Steven never moved his eyes away from you. "Almost hit a damn car!”

A moment of silence remained shared between the two of you. You were huffing in a breath after that burst of anger, while Steven just stared at you. “So, what? Are we just gonna keep looking at each other—?”

“You weren’t listening, so I-I had to get your attention,” While he did stutter, his voice held a fact-of-matter like tone and that almost made you laugh out of anger. He couldn’t be serious, right?

“When I tried to get your attention earlier, you didn't budge. But right when I'm in the middle of driving, now you wanna block my view and fucking talk to me?"

Steven froze at your words and furrowed his brow at you. “What—What are you talking about?” When he noticed you look at the camera on his lap, his eyes softened. The other finally lifted his camera and rummaged through his camera bag on the floor before putting the camera inside.

He spoke up after a minute, eyes trained on the camera bag. “It’s for my project—”

Right. His passion project. Steven was in search for finding his muse, something that can spark his inspiration for his personal history project. You couldn’t fully blame him since you knew about it prior to your winter getaway, but to do it the whole week? It’s still a problem.

You sighed as you combed your fingers through your hair. It’s so hard to get fully pissed off at this man, no matter what he does. Hell, Steven could’ve stabbed somebody right in front of you and that would even make you hesitant. “I totally get that. I know you’ve been working on this for months, but this is supposed to be our trip. We’re supposed to spend time together, try out that weird diner over by the zip line, and go skiing. So, if all we’re gonna do is sit down and pretend that neither of us exist, then I don’t understand what the point of all this is.”

“You’re mad at me.”

It was more of a statement than a question. However, your heart ached at the look of hurt that was on his face. If there was one thing that you knew about Steven, it was that he had difficulty coping with the fact that he upset anyone. It caused him to cry and isolate himself from people, and you didn’t want him to feel that way.

You unlatched your seatbelt and placed an arm around Steven’s shoulder, causing him to tense up but you knew it was from the initial surprise. “Stevie,” Oh, how weak he got whenever you called him that. “I’m not mad at you. Not at all. I just—I just got worried that we might get into an accident. I was also frustrated over the whole camera thing,” You could see the rim of his eyes turn red, tears ready to come down and that clawed at your heart a little. “But I clearly overreacted. I’m sorry.”

Steven watched your eyes, looking to see if there were any truth behind your words before nodding. What you didn't expect next was the brown-haired man closing his arms around you, pulling you into a hug while his head is craned to your neck.

Steven wasn't the affectionate type of friend, so this kind of behavior is far from normal. But, of course, you only thought it would be because he felt like utter shit for what he did. More like for what you did, you thought. You returned the hug rather awkwardly, patting him on the back while he laid there.

After a while, the car started to get cold and you could feel the literal breeze shake the car a bit. You unfortunately pulled away from him and looked back at him, offering him a small smile. There's gotta be a way to lighten the mood. "We probably should go back now. It's super fucking cold and I think it's the perfect time to go watch a shitty horror film."

Steven’s lips slowly curved into a smile and softly chuckled at your remark, "Yeah.”

And off you two went back to the lodge.

…………………

“That dude is such a fuckin’ creep,” You whispered over to Steven, curling yourself inside your grey weighted blanket. Steven held the bowl of popcorn in his hand, while you both watched the main character take photos of women outside their windows late at night.

“He really is…” Steven muttered back, his eyes never moving away from the television.

“Seriously, how could he just fucking invade these womens’ privacy just for his sick gratification? Women could never get a break these days.” You ranted off while you glared at the weirdo on screen, who kept snapping photos of who is to be, his next victim.

With every click and snap that the man took of his naked victims, you could feel Steven’s body shift between the cushions’ movement. You could see his skin blush red from his neck, while his feet bounced with every second that passed. You couldn’t understand why at first but a thought occurred to you:

Was it really freaking Steven out? Given that he was focusing solely on his photography and you two were watching a film based on a maniacal photographer, it'd be natural to be uncomfortable seeing someone that shared his interest abuse their art and skill for something so grotesque. It’s also safe to say that even you were also slightly bothered by it as well.

You turned your body, making sure that your blanket still wrapped around you and looked at Steven’s who immediately watched you with a look you couldn’t decipher in his eyes. “You okay, Stevie? We could always like change it to something else. We don’t have to watch this—”

“Y/N,” Steven pivoted his body over to you, while your eyes jump from his face back to the way his arms and torso flex under his beige sweater. Holy fuck, you’re such a fucking pervert. “Do you wanna play, and I’m not sure if you wanna and it’s totally fine if you don’t. You know what? Maybe we don’t have to. It seems stupid anyway. Let’s just finish up the movie—”

You pushed yourself a bit closer to Steven, who was ready to turn his body back to face the telly while you shook your head at his rambling, which he liked to do when he was nervous about something. “Hey, hey! I wanna hear what you have to say, Stevie. What game did you have in mind?”

Steven held your gaze for a moment, his ethereal dark curls falling on the top of his head before leaning back against the sofa and muttering to you, “Two Truths and a Lie.” To Stevie, that meant a lot more to him that day than a mere game.

You were taken aback by the random suggestion, so you couldn’t help but raise your brow and offer him a confused look. “Alright,” You laughed nervously while you sneaked a hand out from your blanket and grabbed the remote to pause the movie. He must’ve been bored with it then, but surely that wouldn’t have elicited that kind of reaction. But, as it’s proven itself time and time again, he was Stevie.

Your attention returned back to the unruly-haired man, who pulled the bottom of his lip between his teeth. If only he could bite and pull on your lips while he fucks you—You brushed those thoughts off again and offered Steven a warm smile. “So, who goes first?”

“You could go first, but if you can’t come up with anything right now, the-then I can go first,” He rambled on, but then cleared his throat to calm his composure. “You seriously don’t have to play this—”

“One: I have a fear of rollercoasters. Two: I can speak two languages. And three: I can’t cook for shit,” You pursed your lips to hide the laugh that bubbled in your throat and you almost broke when you saw the look of initial surprise to a now perplexed look that painted the other’s face.

He combed his fingers through his curls and placed his fingers on top of his chin, tapping it on the occasion. After a moment of silence, Steven tilted his head at you with uncertainty on his face. “Well, it’s got to be the second one, isn’t it?”

Your eyes slightly widened in surprise and you let out a laugh. “How’d you figure that one out?!”

Steven looked down on the floor, chuckling softly in return. “I guess…I guess could just tell by the look on your face,” He then raised his eyes from the floor to meet yours and he could see your lips part at his words, before you toyed with your fingers and looked away from him. He quickly shifted his eyes right back down to the floor, cheeks slightly burning from your reaction.

Oh, how he was enamored by your laugh. And the shine in your eyes whenever you smiled or your attempts to hide your laugh whenever you tried to lie.

Your lips always looked so deliciously sinful and every time he heard his name fall upon your lips, it would drive him mad.

I bet you’d want those pretty fucking lips wrapped around your cock, huh?

Oh, bloody yes, he would. Steven would want you on your knees, hands tied behind your back while he thrusts his girthy cock deep inside your throat. He wanted to feel your throat closing in on his cock as your pretty and teary eyes look up at him with unadulterated desire.

He’d been too much of a coward. Brought you all this way, so that he could have and keep you all to himself, but he couldn’t even make a proper move. And he only had about three days left…

You fucking know you want that cunt dripping all over your cock, Steven. Why don’t you be a man and fucking talk to her?

Why the hell was he talking so much tonight? If only you weren’t around, he probably would be yelling at the fool. There were times where he’d hit himself on the head and spew words of anger towards him through his mirror.

But his words remained unwelcome yet true. Nothing would make him happier than having you sprawled across his bed right now, begging him to fuck you. To shove his cock deep inside you and have him tightly wrap his hand around your throat as you get fucked in every position he wanted to fuck you in.

“Stevie…Steven!” His eyes moved over to yours and your brows furrowed in concern, holding a small pout on those lips of yours. How long was he out of it?

Steven swallowed his saliva and smiled at you, his face tense. “I’m—I’m sorry. What was that?”

You tilted your head at him but moved in closer towards him. “I said that it’s your turn,” You placed the back of your hand on his forehead. “Called your name about seven or eight times. Are you okay, Stevie?”

You noticed Steven staring in a daze again, the same sort of daze he had when you two were arguing in the car. You checked for a fever, but his temperature seemed normal.

You could feel him lean against your touch and you blushed at the gesture. You lingered your hand there for a little while and as you got ready to pull your hand away, Steven snatched your hand back and pressed his face against it, like a cat would.

You breath hitched at that and his mop of curls were within your reach. Would he moan and whimper like a little whore for you if you pull at it?

Would he cum at the very feeling of you pulling his hair while you jacked him off if you were to do it right there, right at this very second? Or would he pin you down and smack you for your behavior? Oh, you’d accept that too.

Steven took in a deep breath, not entirely sure if he should be doing what he’s gonna be doing right now. What if you reject his advances? You guys got about three days until you guys come back to London and if he fucks this up, you’ll never speak to him again.

Come on, Steven. Don’t be such a fucking pussy. Be a man, Steven. You want her to fucking go crazy over that cock of yours? Then, talk to her. Man up! Come on, Come on, Come on. Come on. Come on. Come on!

“Stevie, what’s—”

“I’ve got one for you,” Steven looked at you with so much longing and primal hunger for you, pupils completely dilated. The look alone has you squeezing your thighs out of anticipation. “One: I wanna spread those legs of yours and run my tongue inside that cunt until you go mad.”

Steven grabbed your hand and pulled you in close enough that you're straddling one of his legs. He raised his hand to your dainty throat, and holy hell, he could see your eyes look back at him with that unadulterated desire he had imagined earlier. Your eyes were dazed, your lips parted, and the full length of your neck exposed, allowing him to grip it tighter. God, he’s different.

“Two: I want to shove my cock inside your pussy and fuck you against this couch until you can't utter a single intelligible word.” That made you squirm against his leg, letting out a quiet moan when your clothed clit brushed against his thigh just right.

His sudden rush of confidence got to you. Steven, the shy and sweet friend of yours, was now talking to you like you were some whore. He didn’t even touch you yet and you were already soaking wet in your panties. It didn’t help that your nightgown was already so short that it was above your thighs.

“And three,” He leaned in so close that his lips were an inch away from touching yours. “I’ve never jerked off to the thought of you every single night I came home from work.”

Oh, fuck. You couldn’t help but gasp at the confession. The thought of Steven panting and whimpering while he has his hand wrapped around his cock, his body full of sweat and his curls stuck to his forehead. Moaning out your name. You couldn’t take it anymore.

You leaned forward to try and press your lips against his but he pulled away just in time, making you pout. You ground your hips against his thigh to relieve yourself and Steven laughed quietly at your desperate antics.

“So, which one is it, darling?” Your heart fluttered at the nickname, and you felt one of his hands fall to your hips, guiding you as you continued to ride his thigh.

You moaned and used every bit of self-restraint (if you even had any left, to begin with) to answer Steven. “The third one.”

Steven’s eyes lit up at your answer before he finally leaned forward and pressed his lips to your own.

Your guys’ bodies were pressed against each other, and he could feel your nipples harden at the contact. Your lips were warm and soft and so divine. Steven just wanted more of it. He parted his lips just a slight bit and slid his tongue right inside.

When you felt his tongue slide inside your mouth, bringing your body harder against him as you linked your tongue with his, he heard you whine and moan. He delicately pinched your lip between his teeth just before pulling away, causing you to let out a gasp. Steven slipped right down to linger hot and wet kisses on your neck.

You moved your hands to the nape of his neck, curling your fingers against his soft hair. When he licked that one spot on the side of your neck, you couldn't help but whimper and pull his strands, prompting him to moan into your skin. That sound alone went straight down to your cunt as it seeped through your underwear.

You tugged at Steven’s sweater, trying to get him to pull it off. He removed his lips from your neck and pulled his sweater off, throwing it behind the couch. You took this opportunity to fling your nightgown aside and laid back against the couch, with your breasts exposed to the freezing air.

You never ignored his eyes for a moment, which were drawn to your nipples and the flushed look on your face. Steven stopped right between your legs and bent down over to where he nearly hovered over your drenched panties.

His hot breath brush against your clothed clit and if you could only curse him for being such a tease right now. You attempted to push your body against his mouth, but he simply moved away. You whined out of pure frustration, trying to chase his mouth from your hips.

"I know, darling. I know," Steven cooed at you, bringing his thumb over to where your clit is and rubbed it through the material. You bit your lip to contain the moans that were about to come out.

It didn’t take too long when he finally pulled your underwear down and officially discarded it from you, throwing it to where your nightgown was. What you didn’t expect next was for him to immediately dive right back in and latch his mouth onto your clit, causing a loud gasp and a following moan to escape you.

Each stroke of his tongue felt agonizingly phenomenal, as he never tried to make haste while also providing you with what you required. Steven licked every inch of you as he bobbed his head back and forth inside your slit, his beautiful brown eyes fixed on you.

You rummaged through his curls and tugged at his strands while you lightly rode your hips against his lips, eliciting a guttural groan from the other, which vibrated against your clit.

“Feels so good, Steven,” You moaned out, and when Steven worked a finger inside of you until it became two, gradually picking up his pace until he was practically fucking you with his fingers.

When he curled his two fingers inside, Steven could see and hear you fall apart with just his fingers alone. Hearing you cry out his name so beautifully like that, he could just cum from watching you.

Why don’t you just fuck her, Steven? Look at the slutty look on her face. She deserves to get fucked hard and good. Get to it, you fucking pussy.

His cock’s so fucking hard and it felt uncomfortable through his pants, but he wanted—no—needed to please you above all else. You were his goddess, his superior, and he’d do anything to make sure that your needs were met.

Nothing but the sound of squelching sounded the room as Steven continued to ram his fingers right inside your sopping cunt. The grip you held on his chair tightened even more with every stroke he did with his tongue.

“Oh, fuck! Steven, m’gonna cum, don’t fucking stop—ah!” You gasped as he sucked your clit and slammed his fingers back inside you. Your legs shook and your mouth dropped open silently, finally leading to an orgasm through his lovely lips.

Steven stepped away from you after a brief moment, your juices dripping down his chin, which you blushed at. When he noticed you staring at him, he jumped at the chance to swipe at any of your juices on his chin and brought his fingers over to his mouth, licking and sucking on his digits while staring back at you.

Come on, Steven. Take what you need. Give her what she needs.

Steven fumbled with the belt of his pants and once he’s gotten them off, he shoved his pants along with his underwear right off.

He leaned in closer over to you and lined himself against you, his cock’s so close to being inside of you.

He’s longed for this for many months. Moments where he’d jerk off to photos he’d take of you whenever the two of you would be off from work. Once you’d part your ways and say your goodbyes, he’d watch you like a hawk from the minute you’re walking home to the very minute you go to bed.

He watched you get changed from the crack of your bedroom window, your breasts never leaving his mind. And it certainly won’t leave him anytime soon.

Steven still waited for you, holding a hand on your hip. “Are you okay with this?” He asked once you met his eyes.

“Ple-Please, Stevie. Please fuck me. Want you so bad,” You whined at him, trying to squirm your way down to the tip of his cock. You've had feelings for Stevie for a considerable amount of time, and the idea that he's about to milk his cock deep into your pussy seemed like something out of a tale, a dream.

It felt even better than a dream once Steven finally snapped his hips forward and sunk his cock deep inside you, both of you groaning at the sensation.

He’s so fucking big. You weren’t sure how you were able to take him in. You squeezed your eyes shut to get adjusted to the feeling of him inside of you.

“God, you feel amazing,” He groaned out, pausing for a little bit as he feels your cunt clamping on his hard cock.

You choked out a sob and Steven pressed a kiss on your forehead to calm you down. “You’ve been so good for me, darling. So good,” Slowly, he pushed his cock all the way inside and you were on the brink of losing any thoughts you might’ve had left. All you knew was that his cock felt good.

With some time, Steven pumped his cock back and forth inside of you at a leisure pace, then falling into a quick rhythm once your groans of pain turned into pleasure. He continued to thrust into you and raised his hand once again to your neck, reveling in the way you went crazy over him.

He loved it when you gave him that look of want. He wanted you to look at him like that all the time. Your eyes glazed over as he fucks you with a hand on your throat. It drove him deeper into a pool of lunacy that was even deeper than the one he was in before. But if his sanity’s the price for keeping you, fucking you endlessly like this, then so be it.

You, on the other hand, laid back against the cushion, drool falling on your chin as you moaned and cried out for him. Your breasts shook with every thrust that he made inside your hot cunt.

Back and forth, back and forth. You could only focus on that, and you couldn’t get enough of it. His hold on your neck grew tighter and your vision grew hazy from it. The feeling inside your core started to build up inside of you and before you knew it, you were close again.

“Ste-Steven! About to cum right now, please go faster,” You blabbered out, muttering 'please' and 'harder' like a prayer, and Steven, of course, obliged. One hard thrust pushed you over the edge, and your eyes rolled to the back of your head, accompanied by a cry of his name.

Your orgasm caused you to tighten your grip on his cock even more, and your cunt milked Steven for all he was worth. His thrusts became rougher, and soon, he was ready to cum.

"I'm about to—”

“Please cum inside me,” You breathed out, completely fucked out of your mind.

Cum inside that pretty little pussy, Steven. Make her yours.

After a few more thrusts, Steven whimpered out a "fuck" and spilled all of his warm cum inside of you, stuffing your pussy full of it. He then pulled out and laid on top of you, making sure to not completely crush you with his weight.

You both lay there trying to catch your breath as his cum spilled out of your pussy. You couldn't believe you'd just done that. With the Steven Grant, for that matter, and you absolutely loved it. To think that your friend would have it in him to do all that.

Could you even refer to him as that? This felt a lot more meaningful to you than just a casual fling. You turned to face him, who was already looking at you with a soft expression on his face.

"Are-Are you alright?" Steven said gently, plopping his chin on top of your chest while tracing patterns along your shoulder. Your cheeks warmed the question, and you nodded your head while you thread your fingers through his messy curls.

"Are you?" He snorted at your cheeky comment while a small smile formed on his lips. He lifted his chin up and angled his face so that he was close enough to meet your lips. "I'm more than okay." he whispered and pressed a sensual kiss to your lips.

You could still taste yourself on his lips and right when you were about to slide your tongue in, he pulled away once again and planted a quick kiss on your forehead.

The curly-haired man got up from the couch in his all-naked glory and searched for his boxers. You smiled as you watched him, but a thought crossed your mind when you saw his camera bag laying on the floor.

His passion project. Steven never really got to show you his work in progress photos and you wanted to see what's captured his attention so much.

"Hey, Stevie." Steven looked up from the floor as he gathered all his clothes, finally sporting his boxers. "I'm actually curious about your history project."

He froze in his steps as he heard your words.

Oh, shit.

[the-fo0l]

„Your beauty never ever scared me”

Silco x gn! reader

Notes: i love him sm but he's kinda hard to write for. some would say this is way out of character for him but idc, he's a simp for his s/o.

Summary: you reassure silco when he's feeling insecure

Warnings: fluff, pretty short, kissing, not yandere for once, highkey lowkey sub silco vibes, he's down bad for you

Silco was sulking again, though you couldn't be surprised.

He'd just gotten back from a meeting with the Chem-Barons which turned out to be even more frustrating than usual, and of course, the first thing he sees once he steps into the Last Drop is some young hot ruffian hitting on you at the bar. On any other night he would leave the poor soul with broken bones and/or scarred skin but his day had already been tiring enough.

Soon after Silco retreated to his office you finished your drink and not-so-politely told the guy to fuck off before going upstairs to check on your boyfriend.

When you enter his office you see him was sitting at his desk, face burried in shimmer reports, with one hand casually (but intentionally) covering the scarred side of his face. He had noticed you come in but didn't greet you like he usually would. In fact, he was ignoring your presence completely.

You couldn't help but smile at how cute he was being. Without much hesitation you stride over to his side of the desk, moved some paperwork off to the side and sat on the desk facing him.

Silco tried to keep writing as if you weren't even there but you plucked the pen from his hand, making him finally look at you.

"What's got you pouting like that, hm?", you ask knowingly, tilting your head to the side a bit. After a moment of silence he finally finds his words.

"You...deserve better than me" he responds sheepishly, he couldn't even hold your gaze for long, either out of embarrassment or insecurity.

This earned him a light sigh from you, you turn your gaze away from him and take a moment to look out the window behind his chair. After a second you pull the red lipstick from your pocket and the pocket mirror from his desk drawer.

Silco watched you with a confused expression as you carefully applied the bright color onto your lips, simultaneously feeling his heart sutter slightly at how good you looked. You didn't even spare him a glance, to focused on the task at hand.

Once you're done with putting on the lipstick you set down the things you were holding and finally turn your gaze back down onto him. Silco can feel his breath hitch slightly at the way you look right now, as if the lipstick wasn't enough, the sly yet adoring look on your gorgeous face and the mishevious glint in your eyes makes him feel completely and utterly weak under you.

You gently grab his chin, running your thumb across his jawline for a moment before leaning in closer. At this, Silco instinctively begins to lean into your touch and close his eyes, expecting a kiss on the lips.

Instead, you begin to press kiss after kiss to the scarred side of his face.

His forehead, cheek, eyebrow, corner of his eye- nothing is left without a vivid red kiss print. You make sure to give extra attention to the most prominent scars and the cluster of them by his vermillion eye. All the while Silco's eyes remain cracked open slightly, at least until you press the last kiss onto his lips, this one being far more drawn out than the others.

It truly feels as if your lips are melting into one another. Silco tightly grasps at your shirt, not allowing you to move away, and in response, you gently cup his head with both hands.

With every passing second he can feel his worries wash away, the only thoughts that remain being of you. This gesture of your love you've given him has his chest feeling warm and throat aching with the bitter fact that this moment can't last forever.

Ignoring the rather desperate way Silco chases after your lips, you pull away a little to look at your work.

Half of you lover's face is littered with kiss prints of varying opacity, there's red speared across his lips and a devoted look in his eyes that's reserved for only you. He also takes a moment to study you, his gaze flicks from one of your eyes to the other, making sure to take in every detail on of your gorgeous face.

"There is no better than you, Silco", you break the intimate silence with a whisper, "you're mine alone, I don't need anyone else, okay?" you somewhat teasingly coo at him.

"..Okay", he says with a smile steadily creeping onto his face before wrapping his arms around your neck and pulling you back down into another kiss.

((no work got done that night))

[sightoru]

back to masterlists.

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2.3k words. angst, smut. warnings: daddy kink, unprotected sex, dumbification, slightly codependent relationship, god complex on both sides, angst

synopsis: Deku doesn’t get days off. Not even when you’re upset. Not even on his birthday.

I Still Like You The Most (You’ll Always Be My Favorite Ghost)

3.9k. smut, dark content. warnings: yandere deku but it’s soft (he is a good yandere), kidnapping, stockholm syndrome, prostitue reader (no sex work slander tho), reader has hair that Izuku plays with, deku is bigger than you regardless idc, deku picks reader up, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dacryphilia, daddy kink, praise kink, breeding kink

synopsis: Izuku will always take care of you, whether you want him to or not.

Maybe We Should (Maybe We Can)

4.2k words. smut, hurt/comfort. warnings: daddy kink, deku is cheesy, facefucking, pussy eating, praise kink, unprotected sex, car sex

synopsis: Falling in love, falling out of love, falling back in.

Let Me Call You Sweetheart (I’m In Love With You)

3.5k words. smut, dark content. warnings: predator/prey, noncon to dubcon (tagging both), a lot of heroes are mentioned as dead pour one out for them, dacryphilia, praise kink, fingering, unprotected sex, stalking, cum play, slight breeding. apocalyptic au.

synopsis: A terrifying game of hide and seek with the worlds most wanted villain.

If You Need A Little Sunshine You Can Borrow Some Of Mine

12.8k words. smut, hurt comfort. warnings: reader is a grad student on summer break who works at Izuku’s greenhouse, cooking and eating together, idiots in love/mutual pining, size difference (Izuku is described at a foot taller than you, and twice your weight), size kink (slight), deku does not choke reader but holds her throat at one point, body worship, virginity loss, unprotected sex, fem!receiving oral, fingering, possessive sex, praise kink, reader is called baby and my girl

synopsis: Deku offers for you to work with him at his greenhouse for the summer. feelings happen. takes place in the same world as hold my hand (so i don’t get lost)

It’s Like The Blind Leading The Blind (I’ll Hold Your Hand If You Hold Mine)

9k words. smut, angst, hurt/comfort. Death of an unnamed character, PTSD symptoms, nightmares, survivors guilt, injury (concussion and broken ribs) codependent relationship (but it's cute), reader has a quirk, hospitals, bed sharing, size difference (no numbers are given, just know he is bigger than you) one argument (there is NO yelling, NO cruelty, reader is self sabotaging but there is an eventual apology.), bath time, fem fingering, deku picks reader up, dirty talk, body worship, praise kink, fem receiving oral, overstimulation, dacryphilia, daddy kink, unprotected sex.

After a villain attack, Deku finds comfort in taking care of you and walking you home.

– DRABBLES

deku as a brat tamer

senpai izuku

being his housewife

deku x bakugou x reader

tellin him you’re pregnant as a joke

deku + aphrodisiacs

fat cock problems

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Ask Me No Questions And I Will Tell You No Lies 

Deku Birthday Bash!

[linos-teeth]

25-30

ty for these browse!! some rambling and controversial opinions under the cut oops

25. how long does it take you to learn the names of each member in a group?

uhhh that depends on how determined i am to learn it took me like…….5 months to go from chan/felix to the rest of skz but how long?? 2 days?? to learn the names of ateez beside san/seonghwa so uh. yeah. usually i just like…learn on the go? like mx and day6 i like learned in a month but it was chill learning meanwhile here i am uh. still not knowing all the names in uh. two other special groups and yeah it rly depends man

26. are you a gg, bg, or middle/coed stan?

well i mean…u can tell from my blog…i love them boys

27. if you could hang out with one idol, who would you hang out with?

chan??? idk why i just. would rly love to have some deep chats with him yknow? he has this certain something that makes me want to be his friend and know more abt him and also be there for him and let him nap on me and give him all the hugs he deserves

28. Who is the bias to your third favorite group?

i still have no clue who would be my third fave officially (what are rankings) but i’ll go with sammy! mY TINY DUMBASS CHILD WHOM I LOVE SO MUCH WITH HIS GREAT VOICE AND FACES AND ALL THE EXTRAS

29. what name from your native language would you give your ult bias?

i’ll pass…i rly don’t like Truly German names much and honestly i can’t imagine minho being anyone but minho even tho i hardly ever actually call him that and even tho he apparently shares that name with like every 3rd korean it’s just Special man

30. thought on fanfiction/AUs/etc?

oKAY SO well i was 100% against fanfiction abt real ppl and i do still think it’s weird but uh. i also kinda really love it and it can be so addictive and like both reading and writing it is?? so much fun? so like….i’m here for it and i actually am more comfortable with aus bc that’s like…ok yeah this REALLY ISN’T REAL you know? esp when it comes to shipping that kinda reflects my feelings of ok but if this and that were different i think x and y would kinda make a rly good couple if that makes sense? so yeah i guess i’m here for fanfic and there are SO many good pieces out there and i’m here for ppl writing them but what i absolutely cannot deal with is smut like idc if someone’s of age or not IT JUST FEELS SO DISRESPECTFUL esp when it’s like portraying the person in a super like…nasty way?? if you know what i mean? (like who are u to assume they’re all Shit Doms) and generally i just feel like if we gotta write fanfic then we should at least leave that alone i’d honestly prefer knowing ppl wrote abt me kissing a friend than fucking said friend but maybe that’s just me my dude. also personal preferences but i cannot handle reader fics like i just….sure i have my own daydreams here and there but that’s like…you and these 2948493 other people are all imagining themselves in this specific position and that’s slightly creepy bUT YEAH THAT’S ALL OPINIONS? except like…….the smut thing that’s just. a thing. that i wish we did not have. oh also yandere that too please like No.

ANYWAY TAG UR MINOR SHIPS IN FANFIC TY