#why are there so many yanderes in this game lmao

[ousamaduo]

Same energy as Izumi threatening to throw Anzu from the rooftop and then kill himself when he saw her talking to Makoto

What's up with engstars making jokes funnier

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere Vlogger who gains a following by stalking you.

TW. DDNE ! MDNI ! Stalking, Implied NonCon, Voyeurism, Kidnapping

Sequel here

It started out with a few, weird videos that barely got any views.

He had a shaky camera, and he'd rarely ever talk. In fact, he didn't even show you in the beginning. It was more of videos he took walking in random places without showing his face. Honestly, it looked like he hadn't intended for anyone but himself to see the uploads, yet somehow they ended up floating across the feeds of some people.

| What is this even about lol | This is kind of strange... | What are you doing?

He was surprised to get any comments at all, but the last one especially jumped out at him. Any rational person wouldn't talk about how they'd been secretly following the love of their life to some random stranger, but he was far from rational.

Instead of replying in the comments, he made another video.

Why I Do This

" It's because I love her, and I want to make sure she's safe," he said with a shrug. The camera was propped up on a cafe table, and his face was clearly in view. Well groomed, handsome, young... he certainly didn't seem the type to be a deranged lunatic. "Besides, I like the thought that one day she'll see this and know how much I care." After he spoke, the footage was cut with a shot of his shoes slapping against pavement, wandering in some unknown location.

That one got quite a bit of views. Hundreds this time, out of seemingly nowhere.

| Woah is this guy for Real? | No way is he serious, this is probably just some project or some shit. | Lol who cares if it's real, it's kind of interesting | I wish I had a boyfriend like that | You should show us your partner lmao

The videos would come every other day or so now. There seemed to be a bit more editing involved, and the few glimpses of you that the audience got became like a fun guessing game.

"I never expected anyone to be interested in this," he admitted, this time more quietly in a library study area. " I thought people would think that this whole thing is weird, but there are, what? A thousand of you now? So strange... and here I thought I was the weird one," He chuckled and brushed his hair back gently. Just out of sight in the camera was your seated form, working diligently on an assignment. If only you knew how much he cared. Not only that, if only you knew how many people thought he was cool for loving you the way he did.

| Guys I'm starting to get kind of freaked out. Is the person getting stalked okay? | Nah, it's not real. No way. If he was for real he wouldn't be showing his face | Woah the quality has gone up so much! The sneaking into the house portion of the videos are always so creepy and realistic! Keep up the good work! | You should go into acting man | Our beloved stalker is getting pretty bold lol. I wonder how this series will end lol

Sure enough, he started having more fun making the videos. He invested in a higher quality camera, and he started to become more and more obsessed with not only following you, but documenting the whole thing. He invested in a new camera and bought new editing software. Plus, with the ad revenue he was getting from his growing viewers, he could afford to buy trackers and other things...

"Thanks to you guys, I've finally got enough to bring them home," he practically beamed as he stared into the black lens. He was hidden in a bush, the glow of your house lights illuminating his face. He held up a bundle of ropes and some cuffs. "I really couldn't have done this without your support. I'm really grateful. I might have to lay low for a while after this... but hopefully I'll be putting out some more videos about getting them settled in their new home. Again, thanks for everything."

When a missing persons alert was put out for you, hardly anyone paid any attention. His viewers didn't know your name, and he was smart enough to hide your face, so no one suspected a thing. Soon enough, you were a forgotten statistic to everyone but him.

| Woah new video! | The new set looks great! | They're acting is so realistic lol. It gives me chills. | Hey don't they kinda look like that one person...? | I'm glad to see how this series progressed lol, the stalking was getting kind of boring

"They love you," he hummed as he scrolled through the comments, the screen lighting up the darkened room. You were bound in his lap, whimpering, blindfolded and gagged as he rubbed soothing circles into your hip. "Not as much as I can, but I told you everyone was rooting for us to get together," He smiled and planted a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then stood up, carrying you in his strong arms before laying you down on his bed. He switched on the lighting and turned on the various cameras he had set up to catch your expressions from every angle. His voice was sickeningly sweet as he got you tied down and ready, his eyes flashing with barely contained obsession. "Now... some people have been asking for more... exclusive content. I think it's only fair we let them see... I wouldn't have you if it wasn't for them after all. Be good for me okay?"

[madamechrissy]

Jealousy, Jealousy

This was inspired by the Caleb art in the banner by @baobei-bu please love on ALL their art!! Their JJK/LADS art is PEAK

Pairings- Yandere! Caleb x F!reader

Warnings- PWP pretty much, a smut oneshot- HEAVY yandere Caleb, mating press, cum play, oral (f recieiving) tummy bulges, cervix hitting, panty stealing, fingering, overstim, he calls you pip squeak LMAO, JEALOUS obsessed Caleb

My first time for Caleb hehe, rbs/comments appreciated if you enjoyy

"Who is that, Pip squeak?" Caleb murmurs that question with a little smile, as you tense just a bit, feeling your cheeks heating up under his scrutiny, sipping on the straw of your milkshake, letting the sweetness hit your tongue. The two of you have been gaming the day away, taking just a little break in the kitchen now

"It's a... friend." That's what Xavier was really, your sweet friend, who is currently sending you heart emojis.

"Oh, a friend huh? Why so secretive then?" He teases, tapping your nose and just being far... far too close. You shouldn't think so many things about him like this, should you? But you can't help but like his cologne a little too much, like just how his brown locks were falling over his forehead just so, how you can see so much of his muscles flexing in what he wore.

"Just a friend." Your little smile drives him insane, he outwardly laughs, but he can't stop thinking of who's been with you while he's been away, has anyone touched you? When you're meant to be his.

"Let me see then." He yanks your phone high, dark violet eyes flashing for a moment, turning as you sputter and he scrolls through your last messages. "And who is Sylus... Rafael and... Dr. Zayne, I know him, and-"

"Give me my phone back, jerk!" You jump for it, but Caleb is stupid tall, holding it up and feigning a smile he really doesn't feel like giving right now, thoughts racing.

Were you with somebody?

That would never do.

Perhaps he's been gone too long, and you've found someone, but that wouldn't last long when you'd be his. Caleb hands you it finally, laughing a bit as he pats your head. "Relax, Pip Squeak, I was just messing with ya. So cute when you're angry."

"Oh, whatever. Back to the game?" He nods, watching as your bouncy ass sways in whatever excuse for a shorts those were, furious if anyone has ever gotten to see you like this.

You're sitting up on the couch now, legs spread so he sees just a hint of your perfect pussy that lace was hugging, his throat goes dry when you hand him the controller. He smiles with ease, sitting on the floor, hoisting your thighs around his shoulders then, and you pause, faltering just a bit, breath caught in your throat. It should be casual. You two have gamed close forever, but he's so close to your heat, your thighs brushing against his hot skin. Just a white tank top and your shorts separating you both.

"You blushed really hard when I mentioned Sylus huh?" He asks now, as he moves the controllers, and you gulp just a bit, fidgeting some.

"No... imagining things."

"You think he's hot."

You roll your eyes at him, shifting forward as you tilt the controller, slashing your sword and concentrating, the tips of your toes touching his lap. Just that is enough to make Caleb ache and throb, hard cock pulsing, he bites back a moan, you seem too entrapped in the game to notice what your foot is brushing on.

"He's hot, sure. Why, do you... find anyone hot?" Caleb glares down at the controller now.

"Just one girl." You bite your lip, concentrated fully, as he rests a head on your thigh. Hot breath against it making your leg twitch, cunt already soaking. You can't feel this way, you two are just too close... right? How can you be jealous?

"Oh?" Your weak voice just makes Caleb's cock leak precum, he can feel how hot you are behind his neck, he turns his head then, to catch you looking down at him.

"Do you care if I like someone Pip Squeak?"

"N-no..."

"Hmm... hah! Got you!" Caleb's killed your character, making you huff. Laying back some on the couch, you gasp when he turns around, face at level with your cunt, where he sees your damp spot right on your shorts. "Oh no, honey... did you spill something?"

"Huh?" You feel your body react, nipples pressing against your thin top at his proximity, vivid thoughts of far, far too many things working through your heated mind.

"Right here..." he brushes his thumb against the damp sticky arousal, eliciting a cry that makes him goddamn feral. "Can't answer me honey?"

"Caleb I'm... so sorry I..."

"This from me. Or from one of them?" His casual question is laced with something dark, pressing on the spot again, wondering just how many men he'd have to take out, so his sweet girl is all his. "Should I get these off you? Since you're making them so messy?"

"I.... y-you-" Caleb has slipped your shorts off your thighs, your tummy clenches when he clicks his tongue. Now he kisses your inner thigh, fingers running along your swollen lips, breath ghosting too close to your cunt.

"These are ruined too, tsk. Something wrong, pip squeak?" You shake your head, watching as Caleb peels those panties off you, and he has to tuck them in his pocket, thankful your eyes are shut, lashes casting shadows on your cheeks. He needs a fresh pair anyway, you're too meticulous about your laundry and he doesn't get many.

The amount of times he's cum inhaling your panties, drunk off them is insane, even before he left you, when he'd visit on breaks he'd take them, licking any of you up. Sometimes he would jerk off inside them, imagining putting them on you. Making you wear them full of his load as punishment for making him so insane. But nothing prepared him for seeing your glistening cunt, clear trails breaking off, you're so wet you were stuck to those lacy panties clearly.

"Caleb-ah!" He laps you up now, just a stripe up your slit, making your hands entangle in sof thrown hair, as those deep violet eyes look up at you. Dilated, insane, a smirk on his lips.

"Tell me none of them tasted you. Had you."

"What do you mean-"

"Tell me no one touched what's mine."

"You've been gone a long time... you think I just what, wait here, touch myself?" You're shaking as you speak.

"Do you?" You hesitate. "Answer me. Maybe I'll let you cum."

"Let me?" He presses a kiss on your clit now parting your folds and groaning as arousal pools out of your little hole. "Mnh. Fuck... what are we..."

"Am I competing? I'm very competitive you know, pip squeak. I will have to make you forget anything but me then." That's when he spreads your pretty pussy, moaning, he's seen you of course before here and there, glimpses of you naked, but now your perfect cunt is right in his face. He's burying his face against you, nose hitting that clit as his tongue swipes in.

"Oh my god." You shouldn't be like this, you shouldn't be spreading your thighs wider, letting him fuck his tongue in and out of your slick, gummy walls, the noises of his soft whines and slurps echoing in your apartment. His taste buds explore every each that long tongue can reach, you're losing it every moment, those eyes so dark with lust they look black.

He'll make you forget anything.

"That's it, you wanna cum f'me, huh? Pretty girl, all mine." You're struggling to compute his words, to even function, eyes rolling back when he flicks the tip of his tongue on that clit, smile not hitting his insane yes. "Are you?"

"This is crazy, what are we doing... you... I... ngh!" Two fingers slip right inside your hole now, which flutters around the thick, long digits, making your whines even louder as he leans up, his other hand gripping you by your throat, lips so close.

How have you not kissed but he's devoured your pussy?

"You belong to me, only me, can you not see? All this time..." He's desperately scissoring fingers in and out, lashes low over his eyes as he breathes against your bitten lips. "Oh listen, she can talk for you I guess, so slutty for me. Just me, huh?"

You're just arching your hips, a sweet cry from your lips, ones he can imagine wrapped around his cock, while he squeezes your delicate neck harder, hand overtaking your throat. You can merely whimper in response, nodding just a bit, as you're closer and closer, only for him to yank his fingers out, making you whine, aching to be filled by them again.

"Caleb, please." You're crying now, tears running down your cheeks, making you look so fucking pretty to him, igniting something that snaps as he watches them fall glistening down your face.

"Please what, ya need something?" He's squeezing harder, fingers brushing around your soaking entrance, just barely pressing the tip of his finger inside, while you're pressed back against the couch, breasts heaving. "Tell me what you need, don't you know I'll take care of you?"

"In me. Please- ah!" You're getting fuzzy when he slips those long fingers back in your cunt, exhaling as he watches you, curling them just so with filthy squelching noises echoing. "Mnh!"

"This all f'me, huh? All me?" His demanding question barely resonates when you're cumming all over his fingers now, pulsing and gushing, while your own hand grips his thin white tank, pulling him closer. Your eyes roll back, he watches you avidly, every fucking expression while he feels you pulsing on his digits. "You didn't answer me, pretty, that won't do."

He pouts when he pulls his fingers out again, releasing your throat right before you nearly faint, cunt still pulsing. You try to gather yourself, when he's slipping those fingers in his mouth, moaning while he sucks all your arousal off them. He's ripped your top off, moaning as he sees your tits gently bounce out, his own dog tags dangling right between the two of them.

"Look who's right by your heart, hmm?" He presses the cool metal to your lips now, prompting you to kiss them, as he smiles so sweetly, like he hadn't just fucked your head up and tripped you. "Do you wear this every day?"

"Yes."

"Every night?"

"Yes." Your answer ends him, when he picks you up like you're nothing, dragging you right to the plush, soft rug beneath you both, hovering over you, his new tags dangling, as your fingers slip up over his strong chest, his eyes glinting with something you can't quite describe, the situation overwhelming your senses.

"I need to take better care of you, if you feel you need all these 'friends' then I'm not doing my job. I should be more than enough for you." He's leaned up, pulling up his shirt just a bit, revealing rippling abs that you've looked at far too often. "Is that it, I didn't take care of you good enough?"

"No, Caleb you always take care of me. I just... we..." Your thoughts trail off when he's slipped down his sweats, and you see his cock, so long and thick you're unsure you could take it, already oozing precum out of his reddened tip.

"Cat got your tongue, pip squeak? Keep talking, I'm listening, I always listen don't I?" He's leaned over you with one strong arm, yanking your thighs apart further, when you feel his length against your inner thigh, hot and heavy, precum sticking to you, as he cups your face so gently. "I'll listen to every moan, every whisper, so I learn everything your pretty, perfect body likes."

"Oh my god." He's brushing his tip against your engorged clit now, smiling down at you, at how pretty you are on this rug beneath him, your lashes fluttering.

"You work too hard, you need to be massaged everywhere. How could I not see this?" He's shoved his cock so deep inside you then you scream out, and he moans, feeling the stretch, of so many fucking inches. "Look how greedy, she's trying to take him all. Ahh, did you miss me this much?"

You're unable to respond to anything when he's shoved his cock so deep you're stuffed full, whimpering out as your walls struggle to stretch for him, and he's just a breath over you, lips drinking up yours then, finally kissing you after so long, before he is pulling back and shoving so deep he hits your cervix. You're sobbing it feels so fucking good, all while he can't rip his eyes off your face, the dark violet depths swirling.

"Waited so long for this, god don't you know?" He's mumbling now, lost in you, pulling back and smirking as he watches it, his lengthy cock getting sucked inside your too small hole, and the bulge in your tummy. "Look, I hit so fucking deep, don't I?" He grips your chin, shoving your head down so you see it, blushing furious.

"I... that's... s-so big I..." He's moaning as he watches it, his cock making that bulge as he goes achingly slow.

"Look at me fill you, fuck I should keep filling you too, until you can't even think. I need your brain shut off, and focused on me, yeah?" You're already fucked out and stupid, you can only stare at the bulge and blush, when he thrusts his hips with a snap, having you drooling all over his cock. "Can't think of other men now, can you?"

You can't think of a fucking thing, including what's happening, as Caleb begins fucking you harder, faster, delicately kissing your lips like he's making love, as his heavy balls slap your ass with every single filthy fucking thrust. He's whispering your name, until he's got you firm in a mating press, spitting down right on your clit and moaning at the sight.

Folded in half, god you feel so small under him, while his babbling hits your incoherent brain, the lewd slapping of his skin and how wet you are filling the living room. "Only me, I need it to only be me, me inside you, me everywhere."

"Caleb- you... f-fuck!" He's cupping your face as he folds you in that mating press, grinning feral, something unleashed that's damn near scary, but you just want more, nails pressing crescent moons against his biceps.

"Only me. Only me. Mine. Mine. Mine." He's huffing those words as you cum all around his cock, pausing him briefly, feeling your aftershocks grip him, your cunt so messy she's dripping down his balls, down to the rug, making the sounds even louder, the squishing and clicking. "I know, honey, I know, you want me to cum inside, huh?"

"Please. Please." He's smiling, you're being so good for him, and who is he to ever deny his pretty girl anything.

"I'll give you anythign you ask for, don't worry. I'll fill you so good, so, so good, yeah- ha fuck you- ah..." He's stuttering now, faster and harder, his eyes flashing then. "Only me, say it."

"Only y-you... ah- ngh!" You're screaming when he's fucking you so hard it hurts, leaned up to press the backs of your thighs.

"That's it, gonna forget them all, aren't you? Anyone."

"F-forget." Your weak response lets him lose his mind, big hands bruising, his dog tags swinging against your face when he pounds your cunt so hard, cumming so much, with his head thrown back, groaning so loud until it turns into a weak cry, as his hot gooey load coats your pussy everywhere.

"That's it, fuckin perfect pussy, God my good girl, aren't you? Taking me so well." He's murmuring, easing as you're cumming just from him coating your walls, he lets your thighs fall, moaning and kissing you, desperate and hungry. "You alright, pip squeak? Was it too much?"

"It was a lot I..." He's laughing now, softly, pulling back and out, watching the mess of creamy cum pouring down all over, groaning at the sight, you flush as you look down, seeing it all.

"You could have told me you needed more, don't you know how long I've waited for this? I wanted to be your first though, honey, tsk..." He's fingering the cum, making you jerk, so sensitive now, his lips quirking up. "Know how many times I've stroked it? Picturing just this, filling you up?"

"Y-you did?" He's shoving that cum deep, you grip his wrist, gasping now. "Caleb!"

"You're wasting it, that just won't do, I need you to be a good girl." His husky whisper along with those rough fingers makes you cry out.

"Sensitive!"

"You can take more, can't you?" He's shoving cum back in your eager whole, moaning at the sight, his cock already standing back at attention. "I think I know what I need to do, so you never call any of these 'friends' again."

"What?" Your eyes roll back when he's curling his fingers again, hovering over you and grinning, his toned body glistening with a sheen of sweat.

"I'll keep filling you, until you're dripping me constantly." Caleb's got you in your bed next, lapping his own cum right out of your cunt, taste buds dragging in every flavor of the two of you, having you cum over and over, until you're stupid. "Look, so fucked out, aww. You're drooling pip squeak, lemme get that."

He's swiping at your chin, before he's sucking your clit in his mouth again, and you're losing sense of everything, he's fucking you again, bent over, then again, on your stomach, so many loads inside you you're bloated and full, too full. You pass out on him soon, he sighs as he looks at you, so pretty as always in your sleep.

"Ah, pip squeak, we'll have to work on that stamina." He's cleaned you all up, putting your favorite pajamas on you, while you're lightly snoring, clearly he'd been a little too much.

Caleb had waited for years and years after all, for just this moment.

"Sweet dreams, my love. Future wife." He's laughing softly, you don't know just all his plans yet. He goes towards the kitchen to down some water, still naked in your apartment, cock gently swaying when he grabs his sweats, your panties still tucked in his pocket. He slips them on, frowning as he sees your phone light up, texts from Zayne and Sylus.

That just won't do.

He unlocks your phone with ease, it's his birthday of course, you love him even if you don't know how much yet. No worries. Caleb deletes every contact and message, keeping only him, because that's all you'll need now! You won't even be in this apartment soon, he can already picture you at his place, constantly having his babies.

He smiles as he holds you against him that night, but even after fucking you so deep, so much, just seeing you sleeping makes him hard again, and he has to stroke his aching cock just looking at you, waiting for you to wake up.

lmk if you want more Caleb and his freaky ass lol <3

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[mystictimemachinedream]

Irrevocably Yours

a/n: I always wanted to make a yandere x yandere fic. I feel like it didn't come off as dark as it could have been lmao.

Cw: Yandere x Yandere(which means usual talks about killing, love potions, confinement, etc), Yandere!Levi, Yandere!MC(but you're trying to do better), Double Penetration, Rough Sex, Levi having two dicks, some dub-con(there's protests at first but MC actually wants him), Fem!MC, kinda ooc.

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It was becoming too much—how you felt, the way your emotions churned inside you like a storm you couldn’t control. You were trying so hard not to give in to your usual behavior, to be normal, to keep it together. But the obsessive thoughts, the relentless impulse to take, to control, to own, were beginning to creep up, growing stronger with each passing day.

You’d managed to keep that side of yourself under wraps—relatively speaking—by focusing on anything and everything else. You buried yourself in distractions, anything to keep your mind off the darker urges. That was why you avoided relationships, why you pushed away any romantic feelings.

But that wasn’t enough anymore, because you were in love. Completely and utterly in love. The target of your affection was Leviathan, the shy, awkward, but endearing otaku. You hadn’t meant for it to happen; you’d kept your walls tall and unyielding, only offering detached friendship to the demon, just like you did with his brothers. But somehow, that detached friendship had morphed into an actual friendship.

You reasoned with yourself that it was okay to have a friend, as long as it didn’t become more. Friendship was harmless, right? You could handle that.

Wrong.

You quickly went from being just another normie to becoming his Henry, and with that came a shift you hadn’t anticipated. He started dragging you into his room more often, refusing to let you leave with those big, sad eyes and that lovely blush on his face. He’d ask you to stay just a bit longer, his voice tinged with a plea you found impossible to resist. Maybe your mistake was relenting so often, convincing yourself that you were doing it for the sake of your friendship, feeding into the denial that you weren’t crossing a line.

It was during one of those many nights spent gaming together that the truth hit you—like a bucket of ice-cold water. You were infatuated with him. The realization came when you found yourself wondering how you could keep him isolated, how you could ensure that no one else could be around him but you. The thought startled you, made you question everything. You were trying to be good, to do better. You couldn’t possibly be infatuated. That wasn’t you, not anymore. So you decided you needed to distance yourself from him, just a bit, so you could get over whatever it was you were feeling. It should have been easy, right?

Wrong again.

You didn’t anticipate Leviathan’s persistence. You thought of him as too shy, too easily flustered to chase after anyone, least of all you. But he never gave up. He whined in your ear, his voice desperate and needy, tugging on your clothes like a child afraid of being left alone. He even went as far as staying in your room with you, refusing to leave your side. It was so out of character, so unlike the Leviathan you thought you knew, that it rendered you speechless every single time. (And maybe, just maybe, another mistake you made was not paying closer attention to the hidden obsession lurking in his eyes, the way they darkened with something deeper, something more dangerous.)

Seeing such persistence warmed your heart, though. It showed you that he was willing to fight for you, to keep you close no matter what. Infatuation quickly turned into love—so completely in love. But just because you were in love didn’t necessarily mean it had to be obsessive or controlling, right? It could be a pure love, right?

Completely and utterly wrong. (And you wondered, in those rare moments of clarity, was anything you decided ever the right choice?)

The thoughts about being the only one around him consumed you. The maddening jealousy you felt when you heard him talk to his friends online, the burning urge to destroy all of his Ruri-chan merchandise—because how dare he love anything else but you?!—the overwhelming need to check all his electronics to make sure there was no one else… it all started to eat away at you.

All you could think of was him: Leviathan, Leviathan, Leviathan.

But still, you tried. You tried your best to fight it, because you were trying to do better. To be good. You wanted to love him in a pure, wholesome way. You didn’t want your love to be so obsessive, so twisted. But it was getting harder and harder to suppress the urges. (But were you really even trying hard enough, or were you just kidding yourself?)

It took all your willpower not to give in, but even with that, there were small things you did without his knowledge—like taking articles of his clothing, savoring the way they smelled of him. You took harmless peeks here and there at his computer and even his phone (and it wasn’t like he made it hard to figure out his passwords when he put it in right in front of you). Occasionally, you’d discourage him from going outside, convincing him it was safer, better to stay in. But it was all harmless, at least that’s what you wanted to believe, because at least you hadn’t snuck in a love potion to make him yours. (Not yet, at least.)

Still, you knew deep down that you couldn’t continue like this. The thought of hurting Leviathan twisted your heart—but you would, without hesitation, if he ever so much as looked at someone else. HE WAS YOURS. The intensity of your love for him made it clear that you needed to try again to put some distance between you, even if it meant spending time with one of his brothers instead. (It was almost laughable how desperate they were for your attention.)

That decision is what led you to your current predicament. It was your fault, yes, but your intentions were pure—at least, that’s what you told yourself. (Or was it that you were just too afraid to surrender completely?)

“I can’t,” you repeated firmly, holding your ground as you rejected Leviathan’s invitation to hang out. “I have plans with Beel.”

“P-Plans?” he echoed, his voice thick with disbelief, as though the word itself was foreign to him. His tone softened into a desperate plea. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Beel will understand if you cancel.”

The way he looked at you—so sweet, so hopeful—almost broke your resolve. But you knew you had to stay strong. “I already said I can’t. I’ll hang out with you afterwards.”

With one last, fleeting glance in his direction, you turned and walked away. If you had only looked back, you would have seen the dark, ominous scowl that had settled on his face.

When you returned from your outing with Beelzebub, who was sweet but unbearably boring, you found yourself debating whether to go see Leviathan. But you decided against it, reminding yourself of the need to maintain your distance, no matter how much it hurt. You clung to that conviction even as you ignored the constant stream of message notifications chiming from your D.D.D while you got ready for bed.

And maybe—just maybe—if you hadn’t been so completely lost in sleep, you would have noticed Leviathan standing silently at the foot of your bed, his demon form fully revealed, with slitted, orange-glowing eyes fixed intently on your figure.

This pattern continued for an entire week. You spent time with one brother after another, each day rejecting Leviathan’s invitations with an ache in your heart. But then, something strange started happening. Random pieces of your clothing—mostly your panties—began to disappear. Objects like your notebooks, chapstick, hair ties, and even pillows vanished without a trace. By that point, you knew it wasn’t just your imagination.

It made you want to scream. Someone actually had the audacity to take your things—and how dare they covet you when you belonged to Levi! The thought burned in your mind, making it nearly impossible to focus as Satan tried to engage you in conversation at the cat café. The soft meows and gentle purring of the cats around you did nothing to soothe the growing anger bubbling inside. Every time you saw a playful swish of a tail or felt a soft nuzzle, your thoughts drifted back to the house, to the annoyance you were going to have to deal with. You knew you’d have to investigate more thoroughly the moment you returned.

Once the two of you finally arrived back at the house, you were on a mission. Barely muttering a goodbye to Satan, you made a beeline for your room, your heart pounding with anticipation. The hallways blurred as you stormed through them, your mind solely focused on getting answers, to check and see if anything else went missing. Reaching your door, you flung it open with a force that made the hinges creak. But the sight that greeted you stopped you in your tracks.

Leviathan was sitting on your bed, his posture casual yet somehow possessive, as if he owned not just the bed but the entire space around him. His presence filled the room, and for a moment, you faltered, the anger you had felt earlier mixing with surprise and something else you couldn’t quite name (was it excitement?). You closed the door behind you, the click of the latch sounding louder than it should have in the stillness.

“Levi?” you questioned, your voice wavering slightly. The intensity of his gaze when he finally looked up at you made your breath catch. His usually soft and shy demeanor was replaced with something far more focused, almost predatory.

“Did you have fun with Satan?” he asked bluntly, his voice low and steady. The stillness of his figure, the way he didn’t move a muscle, made you instantly cautious. It was like he was waiting for something—for a slip, a crack in your composure.

“I did,” you lied easily, though the words tasted bitter on your tongue. The truth was, you had hated every second of your time with Satan, and it wasn’t just because of him. You loathed going out with any of Leviathan’s brothers.

Leviathan tilted his head slightly, his eyes narrowing as he observed you. It felt like he could see right through your lie, peeling back layers to uncover the truth you were trying to hide. The intensity of his scrutiny almost made you shiver. But then, as quickly as the tension had arisen, it dissipated. Leviathan looked away, his fingers beginning to fidget with his D.D.D. The shift in his demeanor was almost surreal.

“W-would you like to come to my room? We haven’t s-spent time together,” he asked, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. When he looked at you again, his eyes were no longer sharp and probing but soft and vulnerable.

You hesitated, weighing your options. It should be fine to go with him this one time. You told yourself you’d make it quick—just a few minutes in his room, and then you’d leave. The sudden foreboding feeling you had should had deterred you yet you chose to ignore it (or maybe you just didn’t want to see the signs right in front of you).

“Sure.” A word that sealed your fate.

As you walked with him through the dimly lit hallway, the anxiety grew stronger, tightening its grip on your chest with every step. Leviathan was close enough that you could feel the occasional brush of his arm against yours, and each touch sent a jolt through your body, heightening your unease. The closer you got to his room, the heavier the air felt, as if the walls themselves were closing in on you. You wondered if you would be able to bolt if things spiraled out of control, your mind already calculating the distance to the door and the speed you’d need to escape.

When you both stood in front of his door, the tension in the air was palpable, a suffocating presence that made your skin crawl. It was almost ominous when he opened the door and gestured for you to step inside, the sound of the door creaking open like a warning you were too stubborn to heed. As you walked in, your eyes darted around the room, searching for anything out of place, but everything looked the same. His usual setup, the familiar clutter of manga and figurines… So why were you feeling like th—oh.

Your breath caught in your throat as your gaze landed on his desk. Those were your items scattered across it, some new things that you hadn’t even realized were missing yet. And there, in his tub, nestled among his many sheets and body pillows, were your clothes, panties and pillows, arranged almost reverently.

You stood there, paralyzed by shock, even as you heard the door close behind you, the sound of the lock sliding into place echoing loudly in your ears.

“Levi, that’s… my stuff, my clothes,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper, but you knew he heard you. He was standing so close behind you now that you could feel the heat of his body radiating against your back, making you shiver involuntarily.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asked, his voice low and eerily calm, completely ignoring your statement as if it were irrelevant. His breath tickled your ear, sending another shiver down your spine.

This wasn’t what you expected. Leviathan wasn’t supposed to be like you, caught in the same struggle, battling the same obsession. The thought made your heart race. That wasn’t good—you didn’t want to be pulled further into obsession, into depravity. You wanted to be normal, to be better, to be good. You chanted those words to yourself like a prayer, a desperate attempt to cling to sanity, even as you finally turned to look at him.

He was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath hitch, his eyes locked onto yours as if you were the only thing that existed in his world.

But you couldn’t give in. You were determined to have a wholesome, pure romance with him. You had to resist, had to keep things from spiraling out of control.

“Don’t make me ask you again,” he growled, his voice dropping an octave as he grabbed your chin with a firm hand, his hold almost bruising in its intensity (and his aggressiveness shouldn’t have been so arousing to you).

“Things were getting too… intense. I just wanted a bit of space so things could mellow down between us,” you answered hesitantly, your words stumbling over themselves as you tried to make him understand. But even as you spoke, you could feel the flimsiness of your excuse, the way it barely held together under the weight of the truth.

“Intense?” He grinned, a smile that was more a baring of teeth than anything else, with an almost maniacal edge to it. His eyes gleamed with a knowing light, as if he could see right through you, as if he knew all the things you’d done behind his back, all the secrets you thought you’d kept hidden.

But you stubbornly kept your mouth shut. You could do this—you could talk him down, make him see reason. You would keep your distance and regain control (liar, liar, liar. All you did was lie).

“I know you want me. At first, I couldn’t believe it because why would you want me? But then, you started taking some of my clothes.” He looked deeply pleased as he let go of your chin, bending down to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His breath was warm against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as he spoke. “I could even feel your envy, your jealousy when I’d game with my friends or when I gave too much attention to anything else that wasn’t you.”

You sucked in a breath as he slowly nipped at your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that sent a jolt of sensation through your body, heat pooling in your core despite yourself.

“I thought things were going well,” he paused, his voice darkening as he continued, “but then you started spending time with my brothers. You were ignoring my messages and invitations to come to my room.” As those words left his lips, the nipping grew harsher until he bit down on your neck deep enough to leave a mark but not enough to draw blood. The sudden sharp pain made you yelp and squirm in his grasp, but his hold was unrelenting.

He snarled at your attempts to break free, the sound vibrating against your skin, and you froze again, your body betraying you as a wave of desire crashed over you. You wanted to give in so badly—you wanted him to be yours. You wanted to be his. This side of him was so unexpected but definitely not unwelcome.

“I need you to explain yourself. Now.” His grip tightened as he fisted his hand in your hair and yanked it back harshly, forcing you to meet his gaze.

You licked your lips, trying to steady your breathing. “Levi, this just isn’t… healthy. I’m trying to do better.”

He scoffed, as if your answer was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever heard. “We want to be with each other. Does anything else matter?”

His words were tempting, far too tempting. But you wanted your love to last, to be built on a solid foundation (but really, you were just a fucking coward).

“It does matter. How about you let me go back to my room so we can think about this?” you suggested, your voice trembling slightly. The grip on your hair tightened, pulling at your scalp, and you winced in pain (but you wanted him to be even more aggressive, to show you how much he loved you).

“You, better than anyone, should know that you aren’t going anywhere. If I have to tie you up, then I will.” He released your hair with a sudden force and pushed you down onto the floor. The impact was harsh, and you barely managed to catch yourself with your hands before your head could hit the hard surface. He stood over you, a blank expression on his face as he watched you struggle to steady yourself.

“L-Levi, just calm down. We can talk about this,” you pleaded softly, your voice trembling as he dropped to his knees, caging you in his arms against the cold, hard floor. You could feel the heat radiating off his body, mingling with the coolness of the floor beneath you. If he kept pushing, you knew you would give in.

“For someone who wants me just as badly, you’re protesting too much.” His voice was low, dangerously calm, as he leaned his forehead against yours. His breath ghosted over your lips. “But don’t worry, I’ll fuck the fight out of you. And if that doesn’t work, well, I don’t mind using other methods if it means keeping you with me.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t help the way your body reacted. Heat pooled between your thighs, your panties already soaked through. You almost moaned at the sheer threat in his voice, and you wondered just how much rougher he’d get if you kept resisting. Would he lose control entirely? (You hoped he would.)

“Levi, please. We can’t,” you whined weakly, your resolve wavering as his lips brushed against yours. You somehow managed to turn your head away, but the gesture felt futile. The air around you shifted as he pulled back, his energy darkening. When you glanced up at him, his demon form was already out—scales glistening under the dim light, coral horns out, his tail swaying predatorily, and his glowing orange eyes fixated on you with an intensity that made your breath hitch.

“Fine, I guess we’ll do this the hard way,” he growled in your ear. The words sent your mind spiraling, and before you could fully process what was happening, everything became a blur of heat and sensation.

You gasped, eyes widening as his hand slid under your skirt with purpose, fingers expertly finding your soaked core. He moaned—a deep, guttural sound that sent a thrill through your body—when he felt how wet you were even through the thin fabric of your panties. It was the only confirmation he needed, the last bit of proof that you truly wanted him, needed him, despite your feeble protests.

With a heated urgency, his hands tore away your panties and skirt, ripping through the delicate fabric like it was nothing. Your shirt and bra followed, shredded under his impatient touch, leaving your skin exposed to the cool air and his hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second, pulling you into a smoldering kiss that was all heat and desperation. Just like that, your resolve shattered, crumbling beneath the weight of your desire. You returned the kiss with equal fervor because you wanted—no, you needed—him so badly it ached.

He smirked against your lips when he felt you go pliant in his arms, the tension leaving your body as you surrendered to him. His mouth broke away from yours, only to descend upon your chest, his hot breath trailing over your skin as he left a path of bruising bite marks in his wake. Each nip sent a jolt of pleasure-pain through you, drawing breathless moans from your lips.

Your hands tangled in his hair, tugging him closer as he zeroed in on one of your nipples, his mouth hot and eager. He sucked on the small nub, his tongue swirling around it before his teeth grazed the sensitive flesh, sending sparks of pleasure straight to your core. Meanwhile, his thick fingers pumped into your wet, warm cunt—two at first, then three, and finally four, stretching you open with a pace that was fast and merciless. The sensation was overwhelming, the roughness almost too much to bear, but you craved it. You needed more.

He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, didn’t let you catch your breath as he fucked you with his fingers, driving them in deep with each thrust. His thumb found your swollen clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles that had you crying out, your body arching off the floor. The pleasure was intense, almost unbearable, but you loved it.

You hugged him closer, your whines and pleas for more filling the room, mingling with the sounds of your slick arousal as his fingers moved in and out of you with relentless speed. He was going to make you cum already, and you hadn’t even gotten started. His mouth finally released your nipple, leaving it glistening with his saliva, and he pulled you into an almost desperate kiss, his tongue plunging into your mouth as he curled his fingers just right inside you.

Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, crashing over you with a force that left you breathless. You cried out, the sound muffled by his mouth, and your cunt clenched around his fingers, gushing wetness all over his hand. He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, riding you through your orgasm as if he wanted to wring every last drop of pleasure from you.

It was all so rough, so fast, but it felt so right, like this was exactly how it was meant to be. You could only watch with half-lidded eyes, your breath coming in short gasps, as he finally pulled his fingers out of your throbbing cunt. Your juices coated his hand and he brought his fingers to his mouth, licking them clean with a look of pure satisfaction.

But he wasn’t done. Not even close.

He leaned back, his glowing eyes never leaving yours as he reached for his zipper. The sound of it being pulled down was almost deafening in the silence that followed. He didn’t bother fully undressing, only tugging his jeans down just enough to free his cock—no, cocks. He had two of them, thick and throbbing with need.

Your mouth watered at the sight of him, and your cunt clenched on nothing as you imagined the sensation of him fucking you open on those thick, pulsating cocks. The mere thought made you shiver. You spread your legs wider, a silent plea, an open invitation that had him settling between them eagerly.

“This messy cunt belongs to me,” Leviathan rasped, his voice low and gravelly, as he rubbed both of his cocks against the slick folds of your cunt. The friction sent a jolt of pleasure through you, making you gasp as he gathered the wetness on the heads of his cocks, teasing your entrance with slow, deliberate movements. “You belong to me. I need you to remember that because I will kill anyone you so much as look at for too long. I don’t even want you leaving my room at all.”

You mewled softly at his words, the sound escaping your lips involuntarily, and you knew in that moment that there was no going back. You couldn’t deny it anymore—couldn’t even pretend to care how twisted your love had become, how unhealthy it likely was. All that mattered was that he was finally yours, and you would do anything to keep him that way.

“Do you understand?” Leviathan’s tone was harsh as he gripped both of his cocks firmly, positioning them at your entrance. He pushed forward slowly, just the tips breaching your slick, swollen folds. The stretch was intense, borderline painful, but the pleasure that accompanied it was undeniable. A high-pitched moan tore from your throat as your eyes became teary at the sensation.

“Levi!” you whined, desperation lacing your voice as you attempted to roll your hips down, to pull more of him inside. But his tail coiled around your waist, holding you firmly in place.

“I asked you a question. Do you understand?” Leviathan remained still, his gaze dark with lust, waiting for your answer. When you didn’t respond quickly enough, his hand moved to your breast, fingers tugging one of your nipples harshly. The sting made you gasp, a mixture of pain and pleasure that sent a jolt straight to your core. “Or are you so cock-drunk already that you can’t even answer me?”

“I—I understand,” you panted, finally finding your voice. You reached up, your hand tangling in his hair as you yanked him down, bringing his face closer to yours. “But that also means you belong to me. I will kill you and myself if you ever try to leave me.”

“Fuck,” he cursed, and you felt his cocks twitch at your words. His lips crashed into yours in a sloppy, heated kiss, all teeth and tongue, as if he was trying to devour you whole. The kiss broke only when he pulled back to latch onto the side of your neck that was still unmarked, his teeth grazing your skin before sinking in, marking you with more bruises that would be visible for days. And then, with a snap of his hips, he thrust both cocks fully inside you.

The stretch was overwhelming, the sensation of being so utterly full making you sob with pleasure. He didn’t give you time to adjust, his pace punishing as he pounded into you, each thrust harder and faster than the last. It was as if he were releasing all the pent-up anger from the week you had avoided him, taking out his frustration on your body. But you welcomed it, craved it even. You’d always loved the bite of pain with your pleasure, always been a bit of a masochist for it.

Moans mixed with cries of pleasure, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. It was loud, lewd, and unmistakable, and you knew anyone within earshot would know exactly what was happening. But the thought only fueled your desire for him, making you arch against him, desperate to take him even deeper.

You felt another orgasm building, coiling tight in your core as one of Leviathan’s cocks hit your sweet spot with each thrust, while the blunt tip of the other bumped against your cervix, making you see stars. The sensations were overwhelming, your mind going hazy as you babbled incoherently, slurred pleas and moans spilling from your lips.

Leviathan’s eyes were glued to your face, watching every expression, every reaction. The sight of you—completely fucked out, cock-drunk and lost in pleasure—sent a surge of smug satisfaction through him. He moaned loudly, the sound almost desperate as he lifted your legs, pressing your knees against your chest, and somehow, impossibly, drove even deeper inside you.

You wailed as another orgasm tore through you, your cunt clenching and throbbing around him, the pleasure almost too intense to bear. He whined at the sensation, his own pace faltering as he neared his release. With a final, forceful thrust, he buried himself deep inside you and came, his hot seed flooding your cunt. The feeling of him filling you, marking you from the inside out, made you moan weakly.

He panted heavily as he finally stopped cumming, his breath ragged as he slowly pulled out, even as you whimpered from the overstimulation. Cum leaked from your thoroughly used cunt, trailing down to your ass as he admired the state he’d left you in.

For a moment, he just looked at you—as if memorizing every mark, every bruise, every inch of you that he’d claimed. Then, with surprising gentleness and a now adorable flush on his face, he picked you up, holding you close to his chest. He carried you to his tub and he climbed in, laying down with you on top of him, his arms wrapped securely around you as he pulled a soft sheet over both of you.

You snuggled closer against his chest, your eyes fluttering shut as exhaustion washed over you. The romance between you two was never going to be pure, never going to be simple. It was twisted, dark, and even dangerous—but it was real. You belonged to each other, and that was enough.

You would do anything to keep him because Leviathan was finally yours. And really, this was the best outcome you could have hoped for. Now, you didn’t have to go through with your darker plans of somehow knocking him out and trapping him somewhere. You only hoped he took you seriously about never leaving, because you truly would kill him if he tried. He belonged to you, after all.

[running-with-kn1ves]

(if you still write plssss I just love your stories) What about a yandere omega male obsessed with the gentle alpha female reader from another clan...and alpha female reader was different..she's not demanding,always patient, gentle and respectful...and sometimes loves cool quiet places ....and he's even more obsessed that it's his mate...but the problem is...she doesn't want a mate cause it's terrifies her cause she doesn't want to be a horrible person cause she's an alpha female cause she might get misunderstood....so ....the yandere omega is very very manipulative and very knows how to guilt trip her to making her mind and take her to bed s3x.....

A/N: For some reason this spoke to me. Very little proof read so I apologize if the smut doesn't make much sense or I get common a/b/o knowledge wrong lmao.

CW: Drink spiking, alcohol, yandere omega, AFAB alpha reader, smut, sex from behind, physical violence.

Synopsis: An omega keeps harassing you, begging you to be his mate. It isn't until one night when you're off your game, does he "win you over."

"C'mon, won't you humor me a little bit," the omega's eyes widened in hopeful desperation, a small smile quirking up from the tip of his mouth. "Just one, please?"

"Will you bug off already? I already said no, I've got my own. Go find someone else to pester."

"But you're nearly finished, hm?" He taps on your glass, looking up at you from against the table. He just barely met your height, but from the way he crouched on the barstool, running a ring around your cup with his finger, he embraced his place from below.

"I promise, just a drink and I'll let you be."

Your migraine grows; whether it be in the office, from your windows, or here at your only safe space-- the bar outside your apartment, he's antagonizing you wherever you go. Just a drink, he pleads. Just some coffee or a short dinner-- anything to get you to agree to be "his." His alpha, the bearer of his children “who'll be well taken care of,” he promises.

You've grown tired and irritated, your usually calm and civil demeanor relenting after a couple drinks. But still, your instinct to be kind to those weaker than you, to protect the fly currently stopping you from enjoying your solitude, kicks in.

"Fine," you give up. "Just one. Then please, will you stop trying to convince me? I'm not looking for a mate, and the more you bug me the less willing I am to accept your offer."

To you, the offer was pretty much off the table. But he was so persistent, influencing the idea to cross your mind more than once.

He lit up, grabbing the bartenders attention with a snap and tap on the bar. Despite the harmless, awkward body language he gave off, he wasn’t as “puppy-like” as most omegas appeared. Sure, there was that cuteness he tried to use to appeal to you, but it wasn’t as helpless as he tried to play it to be. He was using his charms as best as he could, licking his lips and using the new line of pheromone-reacting cologne you had heard so much about from your coworkers. Sometimes, you smelled your fellow alphas using it, trying their best to attract a mate, as if they didn’t already have an overpopulation of omegas flocking to their side. 

“I’m Lane, by the way.” the flirty omega said, a new cocktail in his hand as he swirled its straw. It was awfully thick for some tequila and fruit juice, the color almost turing an off-white and red. 

“I know.” You sighed, wondering how he could’ve thought you forgot his name after so many advances. Maybe it was just another attempt at riling up your inner instincts to find an mate, to repeat his name in your mind. 

“And I know you, of course,” He slyly moves forward, pushing the drink closer to you. “You’ve been avoiding me lately, lovely. Why so? Have you found a different omega to share your time with?” 

You hated how he spoke so plainly, how you were an alpha, how he was an omega, how everyone else-- no matter their standing-- was a threat or an outsider. 

You take a sip of the drink to appease him, wordlessly hit with a taste you could smell from a mile away. 

You tried not to spit it out, to be polite, to avoid the anger bubbling in your liquor-swishing stomach. 

“No. I’ve been busy, working. You know, trying to make a living, to support myself. What is it that you’ve been doing besides harassing me?” 

You didn’t know what exactly it was-- with the amount of inventions created these days to induce heat, to heighten pheromones, to attract a mate-- you knew it was something extracted with his fragrance, the essence of his identity as an omega-- to bring out the inhumane, animalistic need inside of you to protect and keep him for yourself-- to choose him, like he had done you. Just as he wanted. 

You could avoid the constant, offputting stench he covered himself in to make your inner nature hungry-- but this, the drug, or the... Part of him, that you didn’t want to think about, that was inside of you now-- was enough to drive you mad. 

His cheeks were a bit red behind their tan tint, resting on his knuckles as he looke up at you, so enraptured in your presence. He liked hearing you talk even if it was at his expense. 

You wanted to choke him, shove him against the pool table in anger for spiking your drink with something so crude. Yet, you could do nothing but keep your mouth shut, suffocating on his smell, on the feeling between your thighs and the need to find an omega, quickly. 

But alphas didn't go home with omegas without there being strings attached-- one night stands with your own kind was fine enough, but it wasn’t as satisfying as you know it could be. 

You put your head in your hands, pushing away the drink. One sip was enough to take you to hell. You should’ve been meaner to him, less tolerant. 

“You know, I don’t know why you’re so hesitant to find a mate. With your mother pressuring you, your coworkers almost entirely paired up-- you think it’d be about time.”  Lane’s hand slides to your shoulder, rubbing it in a gentle back and forth. 

“How do you know about that?” You groan from behind your arms, hardly phased by how much he knows about your life. Well, after three months of harassing you, he was unlikely to stay at just a distance. 

“I hear around! They’re worried about you, you know. Wondering if you’ll keep suppressing yourself during rutting season, how you’ll handle this, season… its only weeks away; are you going to keep using blockers?”

“It’s none of your business,” You sigh through your teeth, grinding them together between words. “I don’t.. I can’t handle having an omega in my life. You don’t understand what it’s like-- to be me. I’ll hurt them, I can’t be around anyone.”

You put a palm over your eyes, breathing through your mouth. Maybe you can last it out, if you could just get out of here. 

Lane jumps at the sound of that-- he’s heard your fears, seen them written on your face and through your bedroom window. He’s practiced a million times in situations like this to convince you-- that you aren’t as scary as you think you are, that even if you were, he would handle it all. He would take care of you like no other mate. It was what he was made for. 

“My love, oh-- you don’t even understand. Even if you were too, well-- rough, I’d never leave your side. I’m not afraid of you-- i’m not like the other omegas that’ve tried to capture your attention. With their weak, doe eyes, you’d massacre them-- I know it. But me, I can handle all of you, I promise.”

Lane sounded so earnest, a hopeless romantic’s authenticity dripping from his voice. He didn’t care if he had to play into your fear-- it was unlikely he’d ever be able to completely alter your esteem anyway. Atleast now, he could make you believe that he could hold all of you. 

You looked to the corner of your eye, watching how confidently he believed in his words. You weren’t quite sure if he was right, if anyone was stable enough to take how needy and protective you’d be as their alpha. You’d seen those who nearly break their mate, yet stay with them in an attempt to cure their loneliness. You couldn’t handle being like that. 

Lane took your hand away from your face, bringing it up to his. 

“You call for me… I know it, just as my body and soul long for you.. Won’t you do whats right, won’t you let two soulmates be together?” 

He lets his tongue peak between his plump lips, licking at the salty ridges of your palm, closing his eyes in bliss. 

He’s never managed to get this close to you before, your guarded nature always so skittish, so alert and defensive.

“Lane,” You huff, stumbling out of the barstool. You didn’t have the capacity to argue with him, to throw his pheromone-ridden drink in his face. If you didn’t get home now, you’d be long gone. It would be a rough night, but you couldn’t let your instincts get the best of you, not when they could make you hurt someone. 

“I’m..leaving. Don’t follow me--you’ll regret it, please.” 

You grab your jacket and bag, thinking twice about slamming back the rest of your bourbon. But it was better to be as clear-headed as you could; you’ve never been hit this hard with such a need before, except when you had your first rut as a late teen.

This though-- this was targeted at a specific individual. The omega who wanted you, who played with your impulses by injecting his own into the mix. You had to get away, lest you succumb.

Your eyes were hazy and dark as you pushed through the chiming door, out into the wet street of musty asphalt. 

Two blocks, thats all you had to cross. Then, you’d be free to writhe in bed and do your best to suppress the reaction inside of you. 

“Wait!” You heard Lane stumble behind you, only making you walk faster. “You can’t leave yet, let’s just talk!”

He struggled to keep up with you, stamina and legs far shorter than your own. Outside of the bar, in the streetlights and misty fog he was taller, almost… ominous. You would be more on edge if he wasn’t just a pathetic omega searching for your attention. 

You felt better in the cool air, away from his smell filling up the bar, but now he came back to haunt you, stuffing up your nose and throat with such a sweet, suffocating musk. 

You bent over, almost ready to gag at how hard you were trying to swallow your drool. 

“Are you okay?” He hugs your side, a hand on your back for comfort.  

Resting your palms on your knees you watch as he comes forward to bend down, pulling hair away from your eyes. He was warm, warmer than you, covered in whiffs of that pheromone cologne, letting it blind you in waves as you try to not breathe. But it was growing inside of you, you couldn’t get away with both his hands coming down to wrap around your wrists. That bigger, hungrier part of you didn’t even want to; It was grander than your insecurity, growing larger than your rational humanity. 

If you had the strength to hold back anymore, you could launch him 10 feet away from you. But you didn’t want to. You had to, to get away, to spare him from what he didn’t know-- but you wouldn’t. 

You watch the breath come from Lane’s mouth, letting his glasses get covered in a foggy film. He was so stereotypical, so obviously desperate to be taken care of and needy for a big bad alpha to keep him safe, to raise her pups. 

You moved in, just an inch, just to inhale that scent from his tongue. It was enough for Lane-- enough to make his smile break wide. He couldn’t hide it; it was hard to keep his ecstasy at bay when you were wrapped around his finger. So much work, so many efforts to capture you, and it was finally coming to fruition. 

“Come on, I’ll take you home. Your apartment’s this way, right?”

Of course it was this way, was there any need to pretend anymore? But he couldn’t help it, he was so used to acting undercover for you, to get you off your guard. 

You’re too sickly, going green as he lets you wrap an arm around his shoulder, hardly able to move your jellified legs forward. You wanted to pounce so badly, to mark him in that alleyway--  but maybe, he’d do you a kindness, and leave you to your own devices in your apartment, keep himself away like you told him he should. 

“You’ve… got to go--” You hiccup back a gag, feeling that sweet burning turn into a twisted ache, the desire that was once sort of pleasurable, now a great pain. 

“I can’t do that, I won’t leave my alpha all alone on the street. You won’t even be able to make it home if it wasn’t for me. That stuff will render you paralized, you know.”

“The, drink..?”  You push back another wave of nausea, stopping for a second to collect your senses. But there was nothing left to collect, you were all over the place, and you wouldn’t be better until the thirst was quenched. 

He grinned a tad, having waited for you to bring it up. Lane was sure you’d realize it was tampered with as soon as he pushed it toward you. But really, he expected you to push back more, to be smarter and slide it away. But you were too polite, almost gullible in a sense. 

Lane avoided the question, lifting your chin with the hand that wasn't keeping you standing. 

“Ah look, home sweet home.”

The lamp in your apartment window dully illuminated its open blinds. You could see directly into your bedroom, sloppily made bedsheets and clothes strewn across the floor. How many times had a stranger seen you hunched over your computer, or changing after a shower?

You swallowed back the salivation on your tongue, desperately trying to ignore the hot hand Intertwining itself into yours. You didn't have to be psychic to know Lane must've peaked through this window a dozen times from the way he eyed it so familiarly. 

His awareness of where your apartment sat, down to the floor and door number, was nauseating.

You stumbled with labored breaths, turning instinctively to the elevator, down the end of the hall. Lane turned with you, practically leading the way with skips of anticipation. 

You were bombarded with “how are you doing's?” And “just a little longer, my sickly mate” as Lane tortured you with pet names and brushes of his knuckles against your forehead. You were sweating now, heaving as your clothes felt too tight and your skin too sweltering. 

He had forced you to choke on his scent, to make your belly sting and throb unbearably, with each soft, caring, omega-like touch, always making sure his neck or wrists were in tasting view. 

The door to your apartment swung open, despite your head too foggy and pounding for you to search for your keys. Lane held a pair of something jingling in his hand, and you wondered If it was your messy keyring, or his. 

“There we go…” he cooed, shushing your panting as you stumbled against the couch.  “It's late, don't want to upset your neighbors, baby.”

“I'm home..” you gasp to yourself, trying to shuffle to the back bedroom, thanking the heavens that Lane’s scent was drifting farther away. That five minute walk home was hell, a hell you didn't realize you were in until you were out. 

The light peeking from the outer hall diminished, apartment door clicking shut and deadbolt sliding in with a lock. 

Now, only Lane and your breathing filled the air, the AC unit quietly humming-- yet doing nothing to cool the prickling burn of your skin. Your body was wracked with waves of fire now, only calming when Lane was near. You thought the burning was worse when he stood close to you, but with the omega’s body heat begin to drift away, your knees began to buckle. 

A hand in the dark from out of nowhere pulled you to the back of your apartment, across the kitchen and past the bathroom, into your dimlit bedroom. Even without his hand, you could’ve followed Lane’s overpowering smell covering every surface of your home. 

“You don’t look so hot; come lie down, okay?” 

Just lying down, taking a breather, it sounded so harmless. But what kind of person drugs you with pheromone enhancers, only to bring you home and let you “lie down?”

You feel for your bed with numb fingers, your bedsheets adorned in yellow light from your second-hand lamp. Lane picks up your foot as you sink into the bedsheets, untangling your shoelaces and slipping the sneaker off. He does the same to the other, placing your legs onto the end of the bed. 

Your head was a disaster, a mix of spinning sights of your room and drifting thoughts. 

“Ugh.. make it stop--” You covered your mouth, preventing from gagging any harder. Maybe throwing up would be a good thing, you could get this bitter-sweet flavor out of your mouth, and the cause of your suffering to release you. 

“I can make it stop, my mate.. you know what we need to do,”

“No--” You choke back your drinks from tonight “Anything but that-- I already told you…” Lane pushes a sweat stricken piece of hair from your forehead. “M’not looking for a mate..” 

Your legs curl up instinctively as your stomach begins to tighten, beneath your jeans beginning to cramp painfully. 

“Mayhaps not… but, you need one, no? To end this? To take care of you right now?” Lane can’t help but watch you, rubbing your hip as you bury your head into a warm pillow. His whispers make the hairs on your neck go cold, standing straight. “Just tell me yes, and all this can go away. You’ll feel okay. Better, even.” 

You go quiet. How long can you endure this? You won’t be able to go into work tomorrow, and your weekend plans are likely ruined. This isn’t just some overnight, rut-mimicking elixir… you can feel it, it’s altering your ability to think and speak. The last time you avoided using suppressors alone, you were bedridden for a week. This is different; this is attacking your instincts, erasing what control you had over yourself left. You could already sense the frustration and anger rising. 

What if it didn’t go away after tonight? Could you... Stop yourself from attacking someone? From grabbing that omega two floors down, so vulnerable and alone in their one-bedroom, rickety apartment? The landlord won’t come for another week…

Lane, as if his gut didn’t already speak to him to obey an alpha, wouldn’t go against your desires despite how close he was to tying you to him forever. You were his mate, and he wouldn’t let your relationship start off so sourly. He watched your eyes go dark, heavy breathing grow animalistic as something inside you was no longer holding you back. He wanted your permission, needed it, craved it.

“Just nod your head… I’ll do the rest. I’ll make it end, and you won’t have to come to this empty house alone anymore. We’ll start our family--”

You nod your head, cutting off his meaningless rant. Its short at first, a mix between yes and no, before you furiously grip the mattress, drawing blood from your lip.

“Just do it,” You bite, trying not to focus on whatever he was spewing on about. You were stuck underwater, getting farther beyond reason the longer you stared at his forearms. His rolled sleeves exposed naked skin, the heat of his other hand and its back pressed to your cheek.“Before I rip you to pieces.”

Lane was swift to your backside, fingers grooving to get stuck at your hips. You didn't have the ability to see his gleaming eyes through your hazy ones. But an alpha didn't need to rely on their sight to sense prey in the dark. 

He was enthralled, hot breath against your muggy neck. He became quick to completely press up against you on his side, mimicking the direction of your body as the lump in his pants were ground further between your legs from behind. His crotch was forced against yours, bringing a pained bliss. But it wasn't enough to quell the burning inside of you. 

“Yes…yes,” he huffed, disbelief in his voice to accompany shaking fingers. 

It took him a solid three tries before Lane managed to pull your pant zipper down to its base, tugging your jeans to the floor unceremoniously. It wasn't sexy, but the lust perspiring in the room made your salivation drip to the pillow beneath your head. 

“Be patient love, please. I promise, you'll feel so good--”

You felt him slowly slide your undergarments, too slow. The growl you released was one you had never heard come from your mouth before-- or anyone, for that matter. Even other alphas during their ruts, pissed at every little inconvenience and willing to bark at you on the sidewalks, were far more composed. 

“Just take it off!”

You ripped the underwear in rage, exasperating through your teeth as you pushed your hips back against his crotch. Tugging Lane’s strained boxers to his ankles, his precum glossed and dribbled to your sheets.

He didn't need your biting words to tell him how eager you were to get this over with, to rid yourself of the panic in your chest and the fire in your loins. 

You were dripping, moreso than you had in years. The slick squelshed between your thighs-- a perfect habitat for Lane’s needy, pink-tipped cock. He slid between your legs like he was made to be there, precum and slick mixing as he lazily rubbed himself in, and out, getting closer to your pulsing cunt. 

You gripped behind you, claws and fangs bared in frustration. But Lane was smart, grabbing you by the hips and wetly burying himself inside. 

He hid himself in the back of your neck, your scent bringing a small comfort as he dealt with the wrathful beast taking over your body. 

Your hips moved in circles, air permeated with hot breath, sweat, and agonizing pheromones. You were sure your alpha neighbors could smell it through the walls, their senses far heightened and eagerly searching for their own omega; but this was the scent of one who was being claimed, one who was claiming you and holding you taut against him. 

Lane did his best to satisfy you, to cater to your anger and sexual frustration as your hand found his on your hip, interlinking your fingers with his own to dig your nails into his skin. You were drawing blood, an unecessary mix to the flurry of smells creating your crazed demeanor. 

“Hurting.. Me,” He gasped, engorged cock stuttering inside of you. 

You let go, only out of the desire to get that reeking blood away. You didn’t care how hurt he would become, if his body was crushed under your power and lust. Lane brought this upon himself, no matter how many times you warned, begging him to stay away and leave you be. Now, there was very little sympathy to be had. 

The pain, the burning touch of your skin, did nothing to dissuade him. 

“Faster..” You huffed, annoyance lathering your voice. “ Don’t make me take over and-- break you,” 

You cringed at the sound of your voice, trying to turn away to smush your face into a damp pillow. Sight was not getting easier, and the cock barreling in even thrusts-- pushing your arousal to the edge-- was not making you any more satisfied.

“Don’t look away, then;” Lane panted, moving the hand supporting your hip, to hold up your thigh. You were exposed to the room, legs spread as you laid on your side and Lane pumped into you from behind. You saw his fingers digging into the fat of your thigh, thicker and stronger than you expected. “Wanna see you… wanna kiss, my mate.”

He had easier, deeper access now that he raised your leg, spreading your cheeks and hole wider, letting him fill and feel you at an ecstatic angle. You could hear him moving in and out, feel the sweat dripping down your ankle, the thickness of his pre-cum in trickles. It was a different sensation compared to the thin, stickiness of your arousal. 

You turned to glare at him, biting down on your lip to prevent from marking him. 

But Lane kissed you anyway with the same wet, feverish, tongued attempt that he had always prayed for. It was no easy feat to stop him from sucking on your tongue, from jutting himself over and over inside of you, with wilted moans growing in volume at your taste.

Your orgasm was on the rise, Lane’s own having just passed as he came with ropes, coating the base of your cervix. And yet, he didn’t stop-- desperate to watch you come, to force you to be bonded with him. 

You ripped from his begging mouth, twisting as far behind you as you could to bite at his cheek, using him as your personal chew toy. Lane leaned against you, accepting it with a blissed-out gape. He could take this pain, could handle coming down from his ecstasy to service you. He would steal your kindness, your rage, your sadism-- and it would be his, and his alone to feel. 

Being inside of you was heaven enough, he could take being dragged into hell with you too. Even when you finished-- when he went limp and your mixed arousal began to dry, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to pull out of you. He wanted to stay inside your warmth, to be intertwined and conjoined with you for as long as possible. You had marked him, had sealed your fate as soon as he thrusted himself in to the hilt.

You’d have to pry him away before he let you go tonight. And you’d never, be able to keep him farther than an arms distance, forever. 

[mothyspace]

Death's Pet (yandere oc x reader)

Being the prized possession of a god of death. (❁´◡`❁)

[//warnings:// violence, captivity, mind break kind of implied]

A Grim Reaper, a shinigami, Death, they have many names. As you've also learned, there are many of them. This one has trapped your sad pitiful soul like a mouse.

*splat!* You flinched as more gore spilled out from the mangled corpse. It wasn't anywhere near you. But just watching it was too much... You wanted to turn your head but his large clawed hand held you still. His talons were tangled in your hair, almost painfully. Almost. He would never truly hurt you. So he says...

He laughs, the sound low and rumbling and too sudden that it makes you jolt in surprise. He only laughs more and leans down to speak directly in your ear. His breath is cold as always.

"It's been years and you're still afraid of these things? I thought this was my best work yet." He sits back, pulling you with him to settle you further on his lap. One hand is at the base of your neck, the other at your waist. By now you've grown accustomed to your place here with him. Being held like a precious doll. But these visions he shows you... of people dying. It's something you will never get used to.

He's the god of death- or rather one of them. His domain is over what you used to call "freak" accidents. Now you know they're no accidents, he orchestrates them all.

You stare blankly at the vision as he laughs like it's some kind of game. To him it is, you suppose. A woman holds her husband- what's left of him and sobs. You can't hold it back anymore and you retch.  He lets go of you and lets you curl up on his lap and tremble to your hearts content. "Still so delicate and pitiful, aren't you?" he laughs, softer this time, and gently strokes your back. He soothes you from the brink of another panic attack, "Give it another hundred years and this stuff will be as mundane as bugs to you."

"Please... I don't want to watch this right now..." you stare up at him with teary eyes and beg, hoping it's one of the few times he's in a good mood.

He leans closer, the dark void of his hood gives no emotions. It's always unnerving. Another thing you don't think you will ever get used to...

Slowly he brings a gloved hand up to wipe away a tear. You wonder briefly how such a monster could also be so delicate. and why, why so gently with y-

"On second thought..." his voice is a low whisper it fills your head and interrupts your frantic thoughts, "Maybe you shouldn't..."  

He hugs you tightly to his chest, burying his cold face into the crook of your neck. You feel his whole body shuddering... 

"Because... You're just so cute when you're frightened."

This an oc i've had cooking in the oven for a bit! He's a grim reaper, god of death type of guy. I'm thinking he might actually be part of a group? and they're people who no longer have human faces so they wear masks or hoods to hide the void of where their faces SHOULD be!! I have a few more ideas for characters in this group~! a few more yanderes too and one (1) wholesome boy. Maybe.

Also a few ladies bc,,,, i like wamen 🥺

YES THEYRE ALL EDRITCH FREAKS TOO!!! EXPECT TENTACLES FROM SOME !!!! not this guy tho--

ANYWAYS, as you can tell it's going to be a little messed up setting. You're his pet and there's p much no escaping that 💕 But it's not so bad maybe? He's…. well he doesn't hurt his darling. He's not someone who would assault his darling either! HE'S LIKE SECRETLY DOWN BAD but just doesnt kno how to be normal lmao? loser ???

I'LL THINK OF A NAME FOR HIM SOMETIME… LATER ? His appearance im thinking is like, classic hooded figure but also with fancy clothes like this:

also um,,,,, ( ^////^) this is my first fiction in like a million years,,, hope you enjoy it 💌💕

-Mothy

[taevbears]

Acorns & Thimbles - 02

I can feel it. I can't resist it. That sweet devilish smile.

⤑ pairing: hoseok x reader ⤑ genre: faerie au, yandere, dark fantasy ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ word count: 6.9k ⤑ warnings: YANDERE/DARK ROMANCE, faeries are evil creatures in this world, mc is referred to as "darling" and "mother", kidnapping, manipulation, stalking, implied violence (not toward mc). ⤑ note: lmao bc irl hobi and i are on the same wavelength bc why did i write a whole story about an acorn necklace that the mc has, and hobi's tour merch has a necklace with a tiny acorn on it? i was planning on posting this chapter way earlier, but i ended up rewriting half of it 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ (why am i like this lmaooo). i think it ties in better with the overall story tho, and i hope you guys enjoy!

Chapters 01 | 02 | 03| 04 | 05 (End)

You feel like you’re floating.

Weightlessness. Nothingness. Drifting in the air, simply by the winds that carry you.

Hobi has you in his arms, bridal-style. Effortless with the way he holds you, as if you’re light as a feather to him. Magic must be at play with the way he leaps across rooftops and runs through the town like the breath of a cool breeze. 

Even when he lands in front of a group of teenagers at a park, no one looks your way. They continue on with their basketball game as if the two of you are shrouded with invisibility. The faerie slows his pace, simply walking now as he carries you further into the park.

A few people walking their dogs pass by without a glance toward you two. A young family pushing the stroller of their sleeping baby also ignores the both of you.

You’re almost certain if you’d scream, it’d fall on deaf ears.

He takes you to a small clearing in the park that no one really goes to. An old well used to be before it was closed off and demolished, evident by the circular outline that remains. Mushrooms and wild flowers grow outside the perfect circle on the ground as Hobi brings you closer to it.

“Hold on tight,” he warns you. Once you tighten your grip around his neck, he steps in. And it feels like you’re flying.

Colors flash before your eyes as the wind seems to pick up in all directions, tossing both of you around like autumn leaves caught in a swirling gust. It makes you feel incredibly dizzy, head spinning like you’re in a looping roller-coaster, as gravity pulls you while you’re being lifted in the air. You bury your face into the faerie’s neck, feeling a bit nauseated.

And then, it’s over.

Just like that, you’ve been transported to another world. The one you’ve seen so often in your dreams lately. That island paradise of fantasy and adventure.

“What is this place?” you ask, in awe at the giant trees surrounding you. They look ancient. Deep roots knotted together, twisted within the ground below. Some are oddly-shaped, round around the trunk or bent and twisted like the jagged angles of their branches.

“Neverland. Pixie Hollow. Hope World. Dreamland. Moonland. Sunland. It has many names,” the faerie lists as he continues to slowly carry you through the thickets of the woods. “But we call this place our home.”

There’s one particular tree that stands out. Perhaps, the biggest one in these woods. It’s well hidden among the others, but upon closer inspection, you could see light glowing from within it. Hobi stops right in front of it. Its light makes the trunk of the tree shimmer like sunlight catching the surface of water in a river or a lake.

Until the shimmering fades and a green double-door is revealed. An illusion to disguise the underground bunker.

The doors swing open as light pours out, and Hobi takes you inside. On its own, the doors swing back and the glamor is back up, completely blending the hidden house like it’s any other ordinary, unassuming tree.

“Hobi is back!” someone announces from within the bunker. You hear clattering and rushed footsteps as though children are suddenly cleaning up their mess before their parents walk through the door.

He chuckles, giving them a moment to get it together. Once the commotion dies down, he descends down the stairs with you still in his arms.

“Boys! I have a surprise,” he announces with a wide, heart-shaped smile. “Mother is back!”

Six faces are presented before you, though none of them are children like you initially thought. Rather, the lost boys have all grown as well. Sculpted jawlines, muscular bodies, strong gazes, and all. Each of them are distinctly handsome, dressed in clothes made of animal pelts, hide, and cloth.

They look shocked to see you, and perhaps, for a brief moment, even worried.

“She’s back?” one of them utters in disbelief. He looks like one of the smallest in the group, with a cherub face and pillowy lips. Dainty, white bridal wreath spirea flowers are tucked within the curls of his hair.

“I thought she got away for good,” the one standing next to him whispers, voice deep. He’s tall with long legs and a strikingly handsome face. The deep reds of carolina-allspice stick out of his pocket square boutonnière.

“Is that how you welcome your mother?” Hobi scolds as he finally sets you on your feet. But he keeps a hand on the small of your back, as if wanting to keep you close regardless. His sharp glare causes the six men to break into forced smiles as they greet you.

“It’s been so long, we didn’t recognize you!” another handsome man exclaims. Sewn on his shirt are dried roses and rumex flowers. The smile on his pretty lips is a little too composed to be genuine. “Do you remember any of us?”

“I don’t,” you admit, looking at each of them. None of their faces really ring a bell, but like with Hobi, it strangely feels like you know them as well. Old friends you can’t remember the names of.

“She’s forgotten so much since she’s been away from us,” Hobi explains, shaking his head with pity. “We have a lot of work to do to help her get reacquainted with everything again, but don’t worry. I’m not going to let her leave us again. She promised to stay with us forever this time.”

You see the panic in some of their eyes.

One of them catches your gaze. He’s one of the tallest and most muscular, with high cheekbones and deep dimples when he smiles. He wears his clematis flowers around his head like a crown. His sharp eyes look almost distraught when he asks you, “Why did you promise him that?”

“Is that a problem, Joon?”

A tense silence follows Hobi’s question as he narrows his eyes, displeased by the outburst.

“It’s not, Hobi. We’re just surprised,” the other smallest of the group quickly assures him. He’s quite pale compared to the others, with doll-like features and feline eyes. One larch flower hangs around his neck, tired together with thin, knotted leather.

“Welcome home, Mother,” the last lost boy greets you. A tiny mole is just below his thin lips as his round eyes stare at you with pity. Tiger lilies are fastened around his wrist like a corsage. The greeting is as warm as it could be, but the way they all look at you screams more than what they’re allowed to say.

That you shouldn’t have come back here. That this is a mistake.

Like many children, when you were a little girl, you liked to play pretend. You’d let your imagination go wild, from envisioning perilous and exciting adventures with your brothers out in your grandmother’s garden to mimicking your mother’s mannerisms and the way she spoke as you tuck your dolls and stuffed animals to bed and slipped your tiny feet into a pair of her high heels.

Without a doubt, you played pretend in this world as well.

As the only girl among many boys, you naturally took the role of a mother. You’d remind them to wash their hands before eating, assign house chores to keep the bunker clean, kiss away bruises and scratches, and tell bedtime stories before tucking them all in – just as you did with your stuffed toys and dolls.

Being the eldest daughter in your family, and often having to take care of your own unruly brothers, helped you play the part perfectly.

The lost boys – who’ve come to this world, sometimes by accident, sometimes through deals with the Fae, and have now forgotten their lives outside this realm – are the children. Your heart pitied them when they admitted they couldn’t remember their real mothers, and you felt glad when they started to see you as theirs.

Many of their faces are a blur to you now, but if you could recall them as vividly as they remembered you, you’d realize many of your most precious childhood memories were with them. From cheers of encouragement and triumph when you’d win games or when they’d perfectly hit their targets during practice, to their animated reactions when you’d tell them your silly stories and how they keep asking for more, to one of the boys taking your hand and hiding you away as he makes a promise to you.

“When you’re with me, you’ll always be safe from him.”

And, of course, Hobi – as the leader of the lost boys – played the role of the father. He’d draw a sword and try to discipline them if they misbehave, before you intervened with an alternative.

A beastly concoction. The nasty, sticky, sweet kind.

Medicine.

The word alone had the boys begging for Hobi’s punishment instead as he grinned at you with a proud, crooked smile.

House with you as the mother and him as the father is Hobi’s favorite game.

Make-believe works differently in this island of dreams. Almost anything can be possible if you simply wish it to be.

In your world, if you wanted to make a cake, you’d mix some water in the dirt and shape the mud into a circle and pretend it’s a cake.

In this world, if you mix water in the dirt and shape the mud into a circle, it’d start to smell like chocolate. That rich, sweet aroma would fill the bunker and make your mouth salivate. And when you’re done baking it, it would look like the cake you’ve envisioned, pulled right out of your imagination with fluffy layered pieces coated and mixed with chocolate instead of mud and dirt.

At the end of the day, however, it’s just a pile of mud. Make-believe. Inedible, even if it looks and smells otherwise.

However, there’s some magic in this world that transforms it into an actual cake. But that only seems to be when Hobi wishes it to be.

The forces of this world are his to command.

If he leaves this world to return to yours, a sudden and harsh winter falls across the land. The seas are frozen over, the skies become dark and gloomy, flowers and plants wilt away, and all the residents of the world hide away in their homes to rest. But when he returns, everything comes to life again: sunlight warms the waters, flowers bloom, and everything seems to bask in his presence and welcome him home.

If he wants to go on an adventure, the lost boys stop whatever they’re doing and obey his command. They grab their weapons and their gear, and prepare to head out for whatever Hobi decides they’ll do that day. Whether it’s to listen to intel from the mermaids in the lagoon, exchange found treasures with the dwarves, hunt with the elves, or mess with the pirates while they’re at sea.

If he simply wants to stay inside the bunker to be with you, then you’re forced to deal with an incredibly powerful faerie. Whose illusions can make mud into cake, who brings light and sunshine to an otherwise dreary world, and whose presence strikes fear to those who disobey or go against him.

To Hobi, this was all more than just make-believe.

A small feast is displayed on the table of everyone’s favorites: noodles, chicken, grilled pork belly, seafood stew, fried rice, and lamb skewers among many other dishes and sides. You see a lot of your favorites as well, as if your cravings have manifested and found their place on the table. 

Part of you wonders if what you’re looking at is even real. If you take a slice of cake and bite into it, would you taste the rich, sweet taste of chocolate? Or would it taste like dirt?

“Eat up, darling,” Hobi says from the head of the table. He takes a big bite of some noodles, as if to show you it’s safe to consume. “We have a busy day tomorrow.”

He plans to show you everything you missed over the years: the mermaid lagoon, the dwarven caves, and the elven woods. Things you’ve only seen glimpses of in your dreams. A part of you feels excited to see these places, despite the circumstances you’ve found yourself in.

But, as you easily catch on, not everything is what it seems to be.

Subtly, you see the one called Joon shake his head. Some of the others gathered around the table watch you nervously, not touching anything on the table either, even when it all looks and smells so appetizing.

“I’m not very hungry,” you tell him. You remember your grandmother warned you not to accept food, favors, or gifts from the Fae.

Hobi frowns. “You must eat something.”

“Perhaps I will later,” you reply, trying not to look at the food anymore. All your favorites, deliciously displayed before you, feels like a taunt now. “I’ve only just arrived here, and it’s a little overwhelming.”

“Fine. Your choice,” Hobi says, surprisingly easily. He seems a bit annoyed, but decides to let it go for now. “You’ll have to eat eventually, though.”

The lost boys begin to fill their plate, seeming particular about which ones they grab. By now, they must know which are real and which are just illusions, and everything near you must be spoiled, rotten, or a trap.

Hobi keeps an eye on everyone at the table, making sure that they don’t try to feed you or throw hints of what is safe to eat. And you fall quiet, holding your stomach, chanting the five rules in your head.

There are six lost boys that live in the underground bunker.

Jin is the oldest, and shoulders a lot of responsibilities to look after the others. His first mistake when he came to this world is eating food from the faeries, and its powers trapped him here in this realm. When Hobi isn’t looking, he slides an apple underneath the table for you and murmurs not to touch the meat.

Yoon is the second oldest, and seems to be the main craftsman of the group. Hobi talks to him about making some changes to accommodate your stay, like some new furniture in the old room you used to stay in. He’s been a lost boy for so long, he doesn’t remember his life in the human realm or how he got here.

Unlike Joon, who does remember bits about his past life, despite being part of the lost boys the longest. There was a deal gone wrong where he traded his life for his sister’s when she contacted a faerie for help, and he wound up here with Hobi and the others. He doesn’t regret the decision since his sister is safe, and he’s grown close with the other boys, but he seems most concerned with you, as if you sometimes remind him of his foolish sister.

Min is the designated healer of the group. Although he’s human, he looks like he could be a faerie himself. Perhaps that’s why, when he was a baby, he was kidnapped and taken here. Raised by faeries with healing abilities until he joined the lost boys.

Tae is the best sharpshooter, and rarely misses a target. He was on a hike with his family when he saw a wisp in the woods and followed it deeper into the thickets, where he soon found himself missing from the others. It was hard for him, from what he remembers of his early days, but eventually, he started to forget the pain and grief when he started to forget his family and friends. “That’s the thing about this place,” he later warns you. “You forget.”

And Kook, the youngest of the group, had willingly come to this world for the thrills of fun and adventure, like you once had. It’s hard not to be enticed by what this world has to offer to a young boy and a child at heart. You don’t blame him for accepting a deal when Hobi gave him the opportunity to do this forever. But forever, as you had said, is an awfully long time.

Jin, Yoon, Joon, Min, Tae, and Kook. You realize none of the boys are called by their full names, but what seems like a partial name. An alias or a nickname.

You have a feeling that if you ask them for their true names, they won’t know how to answer you. That they wouldn’t be able to.

Because they’ve already long forgotten them.

Your room isn’t ready yet.

In a fluster, Hobi and the lost boys come in and out of the bunker, carrying tools and supplies, cleaning up and moving furniture around, and accommodating your sudden arrival. From the main room, you could hear the ruckus of construction and Hobi barking his orders, wanting everything to be perfect for you.

One of them – Joon, you think – is assigned to stay with you.

“Just in case,” Hobi tells you with a bright and dangerous smile. “Even though I know you won’t be stupid enough to run away. Right?” 

You huff under your breath. Even if you could escape, where would you go? You’re in his world now. There isn’t really anywhere you could run off to.

A long, uncomfortable silence stretches out between you and Joon. Although he tries not to stare, you still feel his eyes on you. It must feel strange. The last time you saw any of them, you were a little girl.

“Why did you come back?” he finally asks. His voice is quiet, as if he’s afraid that Hobi could hear him from the other room.

“My grandmother,” you reply truthfully. Your heart sinks as you think about her. “She’s been trying to protect me for so long. I had hoped that leaving with him would protect her and the rest of my family this time.”

He nods understandingly. But the pity is still clear in his eyes. “I remember your brothers. One always had a little bear with him, and the other was always a gentleman.”

You smile a little as you try to imagine it. Your younger brother – who is now married with a kid on the way – always carried himself as a well-mannered and polite person, even when he was a child. But he was fascinated with pirates and exploration, and you could see him easily getting along with other boys who shared the same thrill of adventure with him. And your other brother – who lives overseas – was a bit clumsy and sweet, and brought his favorite toy with him wherever he went. Despite being one of the youngest boys at the time, he’s very endearing and charming, and the other boys seemed to want to protect him rather than leave him out of their antics.

They didn’t come to this world with you all the time, though. After all, it was only you that the faerie was after.

At some point, your brothers must’ve realized something you hadn’t and had stopped coming here. You wish you could talk to them now.

“Could you show me around?” you ask, hearing your voice waver. It was your choice to accept a deal with the faerie, but you still miss your family terribly.

Joon nods and shows you around the little underground home. Although you and Hobi entered through a magical front door, there are slides and ladders that mark the several entry and exit points of the bunker. The main area consists of an open kitchen, a large dining area with tables pushed together, and a spacious common room for dozens of children to run around and play, and for the lost boys to spar against each other with wooden weapons. Beyond the main room are curtained archways that lead to small rooms with bunks and cots that the boys share.

As you’re shown around, you feel like you’re in a bright and cozy cottage treehouse. Every furniture piece is handcrafted from wood and stones. Hanging ivy and wildflowers decorate the bunker with its vibrant colors and lush greenery. Beams of moonlight peek through the thick roots and mossy ceiling above you. There’s even a tall stone hearth in the main room that provides warmth and light through the cold nights.

“Do you still tell stories?” Joon asks as you both take a moment to watch the glowing fire.

A tangible memory comes to you. One where you’d sit by the fireplace and tell your silly stories to all the lost boys and Hobi. You liked to tell them your favorites: Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty – the fairy tales that end with true love and a kiss. And even if they’ve heard the story before, they love the way you tell them.

“I do,” you reply softly. “I was actually working on a story before I came here.”

“About what?”

“This world. This place,” you gesture vaguely. “This…”

“Neverland.”

“Yes.” Neverland – a place of dreams. A world Hobi declares as his and yours.

“I’m glad that hasn’t changed,” Joon tells you sincerely. “We’ve always loved your stories.”

For the first time since you arrived, you smile back at him. A sense of relief lifts the burden of uneasiness you’ve been feeling. Perhaps, because you and the lost boys were all friends once. Perhaps, because they know you’re scared and they’re trying to take care of you and comfort you behind Hobi’s back.

Or, perhaps, because when you really think about it, your situation isn’t that different from theirs. You’re all trapped in this Neverland with no hope of escape.

Further down, the two of you end up in a particular room. Unlike the rest of the bunker, this one feels old and desolate. The wood flooring is decayed and rotting, threatening to collapse within itself. Overgrown vines snake down poorly-lit walls, and gnarled roots twist across the shadowy floor. The amount of cobwebs and dust indicate that no one has been in there for years, and Joon seemed hesitant to follow you inside.

“Who’s room is this?” you ask, noting the broken furniture and the holes punched through the walls. It’s as if someone was in a fit of rage and trashed this place.

“I don’t remember,” Joon admits with a frown. Of all the lost boys, he tends to remember things the most. “I think it might’ve belonged to…”

He trails off, and you follow his line of vision to see what’s caught his attention.

Tucked away, hidden and mostly covered by torn sheets, is an old chest. An iron lock keeps it shut and sealed, but a rusted key sticks out of the keyhole.

“What is this?” you ask, but Joon shrugs. Curious, you pull out the chest, grab the old key, and slowly turn it until you hear a loud click. The lock falls off, broken on the ground. The chest creaks as you lift the top.

For a brief second, you imagine gold, jewels, and valuable treasure inside the chest.

Instead, you find small wooden rounds sliced from nearby tree branches, each about the size of a child’s hand. Engraved in the center of every piece are initials. There must’ve been hundreds of them inside the chest.

“There used to be more of us,” Joon explains when he realizes what it is – what this treasure represents. One carving equals one lost boy. There’s a solemn look on his face. “A lot more.” 

“How many?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Twenty or so?”

You vaguely remember it. You and your brothers in a room full of rowdy boys, eating a big feast together in celebration of a successful adventure. You could hear the constant chatter and laughter. How lively and chaotic everything used to be.

Now, it’s dreadfully quiet and empty. The noise levels are down, many of the rooms are left abandoned and dusty. Most of the boys are gone, and now, there are only six left.

“What happened to them?” you ask, but you’re afraid you already know the answer.

Joon replies anyway. “Father did.”

When you first arrived at Neverland, you nearly died.

A lost boy – Tae, who’s always felt guilty about it afterwards – shot you with an arrow when he mistook you for a bird. You survived the fall – the magical effects of pixie dust softening the harsh blow – and landed close to their secret hideout. And before Hobi could draw his knife and run it through Tae’s chest in revenge, Min confirmed you’re still breathing and Hobi rushed to your side and forgot all about punishing him.

It turned out that Hobi’s gift saved you that day. The acorn necklace that you tied around your neck before you went off on your adventure with him blocked the cut of the arrow’s blade and spared you.

As an apology, the lost boys built you a lovely house with their bare hands as you rested, and went on their hands and knees and begged for your forgiveness when you woke up and came out of the house they built. Tae even handed you a knife and tugged on his shirt, waiting for you to strike him as revenge.

Of course, you never did. You immediately dropped the weapon and hugged him instead, thanking him and the other boys for building you such a lovely and thoughtful thing.

Years later, you find yourself standing in front of that same, one-room cottage.

It’s still tiny and pretty, with red-barked walls and a mossy thatch roof. Cobblestones and flowerbeds are laid around the structure, and wooden planter boxes carry your birth flowers by the carved windows that are outlined with stone bricks. Around the canopy bed are four wooden posts that look like tree trunks, and the green leaves and hanging vines decorate the top connecting pieces. Your furniture is also made of wood and stone, but is made with higher quality and more carefully crafted. Surely, the handiwork of Yoon’s skills and personal touch. A separate hearth is set up to keep you warm at night, the furnace already lit with a cozy fire, and a window that reminds you of the nursery allows the silver moonlight to flood in.

To you, Hobi, and the others, you see a small, handcrafted cottage that resembles a whimsical garden decoration, located just far enough for privacy but still close enough for you to easily access an entrypoint to the hideout. But like the main bunker, it’s hidden with strong, magical illusions. Anyone else who’d pass by it would only see another tree in the dense woods.

“What do you think, darling?” Hobi asks, tucking your hair behind your ear. “Be honest.”

“It’s… different from before,” you tell him, though you sound uncertain with your own observation.

Hobi hums. You feel his fingertips brush against the skin below your ear and start to caress your jaw. “How so?”

Old memories start to resurface the longer you’re here, and you recall things like how the bed used to be smaller and that the chest that used to be in the corner of your room is now at the front of the bed. There’s now a chair by the small fireplace, and a woven basket full of yarn and fabric. Candlelight and flowers replace most of the toys and trinkets that you used to have.

It’s your room, but it’s not. Rather, it’s a strange contradiction, both new and familiar. Jumbled like a puzzle piece, trying to find its place in your memories.

He’s touching the curve of your neck now, and his fingers stop when it touches a leather thread hidden under your clothes. You step away from him then, nearly shuddering at the sudden emptiness you feel. “It just is.”

You hope to end the conversation there, turning your back to him.

Perhaps you feel overwhelmed, thrown into a new place, hungry and exhausted. But something about the faerie pulls you to him like a pied piper’s song. Your mind feels hazy, but you know that once upon a time, the two of you were friends. Nothing more.

“You still have it,” he observes. His gaze feels penetrating on your back. “My kiss.”

“You’re what?”

Against your better judgement, you turn your attention to the faerie again. The contrast of the golden glow of the fire and silvery shine of the moonlight makes him look dangerously alluring. Your eyes linger on his handsome face, and it’s like you feel an invisible pull. You want to step closer to him, you want to reach out and touch him, you want to be with him.

“There’s something that I want from you,” Hobi repeats, making the move to step closer to you. Standing so close,  it snaps you out of your distracting thoughts. 

You hadn’t realized he said something the first time. “What do you want?”

Hobi smiles and says, “A thimble.”

You’re… confused. Where would you even find something like that here?

“I don’t have one.”

Hobi hums in disappointment. You gasp when his hand suddenly grabs the leather thread around your neck and pulls out the acorn pendant hidden in your top. You grab his forearm, scared he’d choke you with it. The necklace doesn’t fit as loosely on you as it did when you were a child. Even when you have readjusted the knot, the string is short. But you’ve been wearing it ever since you found it inside the sewing drawer of the nursery.

“That’s too bad,” he says, carefully examining the old acorn. It’s discolored and damaged, brittle to the touch. Yet, your reaction is telling – even if you don’t remember why, you know it’s important to you. He lets the necklace go, his fingers lightly touching your cheek as his thumb swipes the bottom of your lip. “I was hoping you’d give me another one.”

You’re starting to think that, perhaps, a literal thimble isn’t what he’s asking for.

“I have nothing else to offer you,” you declare, pushing him away.

The faerie laughs. It sends a shiver up your spine.

“On the contrary, darling, you do. In the end, I always give you what you want, but this time, we’re playing this game differently,” he vows with an arrogant smile. “This time, we’ll do things my way, and you’ll give in to me completely.”

With that said, he kisses your cheek. Then, he exits your room, flying out into the night as the fire in the furnace suddenly dies out.

But he doesn’t go far. When you peek through the window, you see him guarding your little home with a knife tied to his waist. For now, it seems like he’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night. But how much longer could you keep resisting him?

Alone, cold, hungry, and scared, you couldn’t help but cry through a sleepless night, grasping the broken acorn pendant in your hand.

“Good morning, Mother.”

One by one, the lost boys enter your tiny cottage, carrying a tray of food and a small bouquet of flowers. It’s roasted poultry, hand-picked fruits and berries, and fresh water in a cup made of clay. It’s simple, but you hadn’t eaten the night before. 

Still, you eye the food with uncertainty.

“It’s safe,” the oldest lost boy – Jin – tells you. He picks a berry from your plate and pops it in his mouth. “See? Not poison.”

“This is what we fed you all the time when you were little,” the second oldest, Yoon, adds. He gives you a tiny nod, encouraging you to try it.

Perhaps you should’ve been more cautious, but you’re so hungry, you scarf it down without a second thought. The boys seem relieved that you’re eating. 

“Did you sleep well?” Min asks, seeming to check if you had any cuts or bruises anywhere. Although Hobi wouldn’t lay a finger on you, Min checks anyway out of habit. As if it’s not uncommon for one of them to get hurt after being alone with Hobi for a while.

“Not really,” you admit. Honestly, it feels like you haven’t slept at all.

As the night settled, you kept hoping you’d wake up at the old nursery, sprawled on your childhood bed that’s a little too small for you. Or perhaps by your writing desk, with your laptop open to a draft of the story you’re in the middle of writing, your vivid imagination gone wild, and your body sore from dozing off. Or even on the living room couch after an afternoon nap, with the late sunlight beaming on your face from the window of your grandmother’s home as she softly sings and waters the plants.

Yet, you’re still here. In this never-ending nightmare.

Curious and saddened looks surround you. They never expected to see you again after you stopped visiting Neverland. Honestly, they must’ve thought it’s for the best that you’ve forgotten them. So much has changed, but once upon a time, you were more than just a friend to them – you were family.

“I know this is a lot,” Kook emphasizes, gesturing around vaguely. “But just know that we’re here for you. We’ll take care of you for once. Right, guys?”

The corners of your mouth curve to a small, appreciative smile at the chorus of agreements that follow after. It feels reassuring to know that you aren’t facing this nightmare alone.

“If there’s anything you’d like to know, we’ll do our best to answer,” Joon adds from one of the very few chairs in your house.

Jin chuckles as he settles on the ground by your feet. “We do have a lot to catch up on.”

So, a story unfolds about you and a faerie named Hope.

Once, there was a boy that was abandoned at a local park. Faeries found him, took him in, and raised him as one of their own. Over time, that boy became a faerie himself, and his newfound abilities aided him throughout his make-believe adventures throughout the land. Under the Fae Court, where his parents ruled as the king and queen, he became powerful.

But the faerie prince was lonely. Thus, the Lost Boys came to be.

It started with one boy. Then, a few more. Little by little, their group continued to grow as Hope traveled between worlds, bringing in other children who’ve been lost and abandoned like him. Each boy carved their initials into wood, threw it into an old chest, and were given a new identity, a brotherhood, and a promise of adventure.

Then, he discovered your grandmother when she was a child. It was his first time bringing a girl to their underground hideout, but she fit in with the other boys so well, he offered to let her stay with him forever. A lifetime in paradise as the first Lost Girl.

At first, your grandmother eagerly accepted, returning to her world one last time to say a final goodbye. But then, she met your grandfather. And it was no longer the childish whims of make-believe that she desired anymore.

Behind Hope’s back, she made a new contract with the Fae Court to have a normal human life again. But it was too late.

She was already turning into a Fae herself, able to see their kind in the human realm. It was dangerous to let her go and reveal their sacred secrets, even if they wanted to take back her agreement. Still, she fought to free herself and protect her family, and reluctantly, she agreed that her freedom would be exchanged for yours. 

The firstborn of the child the faeries could not have.

Your fate was sealed. And after you were born, Hope often came to meet you, to see the girl that was promised to be his. In the shadows, he watched as you started to grow up with your brothers.

Sometimes, he’d think you could sense him too.  You’d pause mid-game or mid-sentence and look over at his direction, as if you could feel him watching you. Your eyes search for something you can’t yet see.

But then, one day, despite how careful he was to conceal himself, you found him.

“You’re the boy in the flowers,” you state, spotting him again by the yellow buttercups. “Do you want to play with me?”

“Sis, who are you talking to?” one of your brothers asks, and when you try to explain that it’s the boy you’ve been telling them about, they both look confused. 

They don’t see a boy with you.

“It’s her imaginary friend,” your other brother whispers. “My classmate has one too.”

“He’s not imaginary! He’s real!” you protest, but when you turn back to Hope, he’s gone. Your grandmother calls for you three to come back inside to eat, and your brothers race each other to get to her first. But you linger behind for a moment longer, looking back at the bed of buttercups where he stood.

But that same night, Hope snuck into the nursery where you and your brothers slept. He stood over your bed, thinking about how you surprised him that day.

At that very moment, he realized how perfect you are. He wanted to take you away from this place. Bring you to Neverland, where you’ll always stay by his side.

When you roused from your sleep, you nearly screamed when you saw the shadowy figure of the boy in your room. But Hope covers your mouth with one hand and signals for you to be quiet with the other, hushing you with a finger over his lip.

“What are you doing here?” you whisper with widened eyes when he lets you go. Though, the chilling breeze from the nursery window answers your question.

The boy before you merely smiles. “Do you want to play with me?”

The chatter around you fades into the background as the boys start talking about the various adventures you went with them after Hobi brought you to Neverland. Some of them, you remember. Most of them, you don’t.

Still, you see images that you can barely grasp. Fond memories of lying out on the grass and watching pink clouds slowly float by, of swimming in a beautiful lagoon and competing on who could hold their breath the longest underwater, of digging up buried treasure and running away with it before the pirates discover it’s gone.

“I’d like to give you a kiss,” you shyly tell him, surely dreaming of the boy you see before you. You’re flustered by your own confession – even if it is a dream. But it quickly turns to confusion when he holds up his hand and waits expectedly. You blink back at him, starting to realize that, perhaps, this isn’t really a dream after all. “Don’t you know what a kiss is?”

“I’ll know when you give it to me,” he replies.

You think he’s messing with you. So, you reach into the little sewing drawer by your bedside and place a small, silver thimble on the palm of his open hand. He takes it, examining the “kiss” carefully, and you can’t help but giggle at how cute he is.

“You really don’t know!” you exclaim, nearly forgetting to keep your voice down. Your brothers are in the room and are still asleep.

“Of course I do!” he bluffs, his hands searching his clothes until he finds what he’s looking for. He hands you back an acorn. “This is yours. My kiss.”

“You still have it.”

“What?” you ask, snapping out of your thoughts. You hadn’t realized that the room had quieted down.

“The kiss,” Kook clarifies as he nods at the acorn necklace you absentmindedly have been fiddling with. You look down at it, and your stomach flutters when you realize what Hobi meant when he asked you for a thimble last night.

You tuck the necklace under your shirt. You don’t want to look at it anymore. “Where is he now?”

“He went to the Fae Court to meet with the king,” Tae tells you, looking a bit uneasy. Even in this world, the Fae aren’t to be messed with. “His father.”

Your eyes widen at the revelation. You knew Hobi was a faerie, but you didn’t know he was also royalty. High rank faeries have incredible, god-like power. They control the seasons, manipulate the tides of time and age, and grant wishes in exchange for things they deem of equal value.

It makes sense that Hobi is essentially untouchable. He’s the prince of the Fae.

“What does he plan to do with me?” you wonder, thinking of all the horrible possibilities that you’ve read about the Fae. Enslavement, sacrifice, torture, and even death. None of those options seem beyond what he could do to you.

“After your grandmother left, things changed. Time works differently now. That affected all of us as well,” Tae explains, looking over at his friends and how they’ve all grown up. 

“The current king is getting old too and is stepping down,” Yoon adds as he crosses his arms. “They need Hobi to grow up and take over the Fae Court.”

“Now that you’re here,” Jin continues, looking at you with pity in his eyes, “we’re certain he intends to make you his queen.”

“He wants to marry me?” you ask, wondering how that’d even be possible. You’re human. You doubt the Fae Court would accept someone like you as their queen.

“Nothing is more meaningful to a faerie than an oath of commitment – a ceremony that celebrates a union where two people – faerie or human – agree to love each other, even if that’s not how they really feel,” Joon explains with a frown. “And Hobi wants nothing more than to truly make you his.”

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Hey. Some to disturb you. But I want to request an idea for your Justice League yandere au. How exactly did each yandere meet their respective darling. I mean they didn't just spawn affection out of nowhere. Plus I think it makes a bit of if some of the other Green Lanterns'(except Hal Jordan) had Darlings from other planets and are like aliens. I'll really love to see that.🙂🙏

Finally I have an excuse to write this lmao

Yandere!Justice League AU Masterlist

I’m only writing a handful of these in depth just because there are so many.

Clark meets his darling in two ways, when he first meets her is when he saves her life, she is on her way home from work when a car looses control when the breaks don’t work and it comes right at her and then he is there as Superman, picked up the car literally seconds before it hit her. He just stares at her, for a second, it is like he is looking at a deer in headlights. He sets the car down and talks to the driver and authorities and then when he goes to check up on her- she is gone, ran home.

The next time he meets her is just as Clark, he is doing a coffee run for him and his coworkers at the Planet and two orders get called at the same time and it is like one of those scenes in romance movies when they reach and grab their drinks at the same time and their hands touch each other. Clark is so enamored in that moment and he does not know why that he accidentally knocks over her drink when pulling his hand away. He helped her clean it up and bought her a new one and after that he just conveniently bumped into her all the time. Then one day he finally asks her out and she says no because she is just trying to focus on work and his heart shatters much harder than it should, it feels like a piece of kryptonite is lodged in his chest. But really he should not be surprised she said no, she had only met him five or six times.

Oliver meets his darling in two ways as well, I sort of imagine before his darling was kidnapped that she was a vigilante as well, sort of filling the roll of Huntress in this AU, except in Star City. He meets her first as Green Arrow when she beats him to the punch in stopping a mass hostage situation. By the time he gets there he sees her on the rooftop watching as the police arrive at the scene and she just waves at him before running off and he chases after her, he doesn’t know if she is an ally or enemy. It ends up with her pinned against an alley wall and he finally gets a good look at her…

Oh god, she’s beautiful.

He gets so distracted by her that she manages to to throw him off of her and runs off before he could catch her again.

The next time he meets her is when he is just Oliver Queen, he is sponsoring a new exhibit at an art museum and as he is viewing it the night before it opens he sees a woman setting up a display case of jewelry and she feels familiar, she looks familiar- oh… oh it is her…

He decides to ask her out as Oliver and she has no real reason to refuse, he has a good enough reputation, a gentleman, and he certainly is charming. So he takes her out on a few dates, and soon enough the gossip spreads about Oliver Queen’s girlfriend. It is almost funny to hear excuses when she needs to go on patrol.

He is her partner as Oliver Queen and her rival as Green Arrow.

It’s all fun and games until there is an explosion that destroys a building while she is evacuating people from it and when Oliver hears her scream his heart just stops…

God what was she thinking?!

She’ll die in there!

He’ll run in after her and rescue her from the rubble all while cussing himself out for letting her throw herself into this mess.

When she wakes up she is laying in bed, Oliver’s bed that she knows from the nights she spent with him, her head resting on his lap as his fingers comb through her hair. He’s not letting her go out there and letting herself get killed, he knows how serious this job can be and she is not cut out for it.

Arthur is childhood friends with his darling, he remembers the days when he and her used to play by the lighthouse and they promised to spend the rest of their lives together, but that promise was quickly broken when they were in high school and her family moved across the country for their jobs, he never even got to say goodbye to her. They managed to exchange letters for a while until she just stopped sending them.

It is years later when he sees her again, after he became the ruler of Atlantis that he remembers her again. He uses the contentions the Justice League has to find her again, she is a science teacher at a high school in a small coastal town in Oregon, a population next to nothing but a peaceful life all the same, she lives alone, she had a dog but they died a year ago.

They promised to spend the rest of their lives together.

She never dated anyone.

Lived alone.

She kept their promise despite being separated from him.

Arthur goes to see her again, finding her after she got home from work one day, sitting on the beach behind her house while grading her student’s papers. She nearly screams when she hears someone says her name, clearly not used to having company, and she is about to throw her bag at whoever it is-

���Arthur?”

She just stares at him when she sees him, but soon the shock is replaced with excitement at seeing her old friend. The two sit there and catch up of what happened over the years, despite her wanting to hear more from him than speak about herself Arthur insists on her sharing and-

“Well there is one coworker of mine, he’s a theatre teacher, and we’ve been talking- hey are you alright? Arthur- hey! Let go of my hand!”

He was wrong…

She had forgotten about the promise they made.

But perhaps taking her beneath the surface and making her take her rightful place at his side will set her mind straight.

Barry meets his darling when she moves to Central City as a travel nurse, living there only temporarily while she works. She was grabbing coffee before her first night shift when she was about a block away from the coffee shop and she accidentally rammed herself into a man as they bother were turning a street corner, nearly knocking her over if it wasn’t for the man’s fast reflexes so that he caught her by the waist before she hit the ground.

“Whoa, careful.”

As an apology for rubbing into her, Barry buys her coffee, which gives them a little bit to get to know each other and as he is just listening to her voice he is just piecing together images of their future life together in his head, proposing in the park, maybe during a picnic- oh and then the wedding, maybe a more untraditional dress would look better on her, like the shorter one that would be just above her knees with the tulle under the skirt and princess sleeves. God he hoped their kids looked like her, sure he would not complain about them looking like him, but she is just so-

“Well I gotta go, night shift at the hospital, but it was nice meeting you, Barry.”

He watches her walk away and he is still just star struck by her. He goes to that coffee shop everyday to try to see her again, but it was apparently just that one time, but his luck comes through when there is an incident at the hospital, a bomb threat. He sees her while he is the Flash, she’s evacuating patients and then he sees her run back in to check if there was anyone left inside, luckily there was not, but unluckily the bomb went off, but before she could even be touched by the flames, Barry grabs her and carries her out, supporting the back of her head to prevent whiplash.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got you, you’re safe.”

The day after the incident he sees her again, but this time she was packing up her car in front of her apartment building with boxes, he walks over and asks what she’s doing and reality hits him hard when she tells him she’s moving back home, she was a travel nurse, she was always bound to leave her just wasn’t ready to hear it, especially when it came so suddenly after the hospital was destroyed. He asks her to let him take her out tonight, there is something she would see before she goes, and she agrees.

He reveals to her that he is the Flash and saved her life at the hospital, but what he fails to mention is that she won’t be leaving, I mean after he saved her they are practically engaged, right?

It is on a mission that Kyle meets his darling, he is out on another planet when he meets her, not exactly alien but more humanoid, think of the Halovians from Honkai Star Rail. He sees her soon after he has arrived on her planet, hunting down a monster that has been jumping from world to world, destroying them or at least wiping out most of their life. But when he sees her for a second it is just that, it is just a moment, a passerby in the crowd like no one else he has ever seen, but then again he guesses you see knew things everyday in his line of work.

He does not think much of it until he can’t get her out of his head, he tries to draw her from memory but nothing is good enough, something is always missing from his memory of that brief moment. Her hair, her wings, her halo, she just quite literally looks like an angel, like the ones in old paintings in cathedrals and art museums.

He finds her again during another day of his mission, saving her from an attack from the creature he is hunting, he saves her and gets her medical attention. Then after that he musters up the courage to ask her out, like on a date and she agrees, once he saves her world that is. In the end he succeeds and then gets the girl and that date he was promised. It becomes a long distance relationship when he leaves and it is young love between them and then he gets sent back to her world on a mission, but it’s too late…

Practically everything is gone and there are few people who survived, including his darling. Relief is provided where it can be, including Kyle taking his darling home with him, it’s nothing like the dreams young couples have because she is mourning loosing everything she ever had and just seeing her like that makes him feel that to hold her close and keep her safe, and let nothing bad happen to her ever again.

John met his darling after rescuing her from a car crash as a Green Lantern. He waited with her in the hospital until she was released to make sure she was alright and that she returned home safely and it was supposed to end it at that but seeing as his darling has such bad luck, loosing her keys, slipping on her wet bathroom tiles, cutting herself while cooking, maybe he just stay around a little longer… just to make sure she is alright of course.

Bruce met his darling because they are in the same social circle when they were young. I think the darling is the same darling in my other series, Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist

J'onn met his darling by complete chance when she was picking up a delivery for work, a new shipment of books for the library, and the Justice League was tracking the truck shipping them because the company that was deciding them had also been blackmailed into delivering a shipment of highly illegal drugs. Sadly then the books had to be confiscated because they were evidence but the Justice League did pay for replacements, and speaking with her while discussing the replacements sparked and an obsessions fascination with her.

Wonder Woman saved her darling’s like much of the others, saving her from a falling building, carrying her out like a princess and she does not even notice the look of her being smitten in her eyes, utterly infatuated with the her. She had just met her soulmate and by the gods she will never let her go.

Hal is here

[angelicsjn]

how'd your yanderes react if their darling is so stressed they become su!c!d@l (either because of them or something else, but please do 'because of them for jae coz i wanna see that todic little shit suffer)?

YOUR SEVEN YANDERES.

A N: I am trying to fly through these old requests, I have about 38 to complete — I deleted loads of requests that were similar to each other so I don't feel swamped and give up, lmao.

A B O U T: You have had enough of them and their ways, but at what cost?

W A R N I N G S: Mentions of suicide, angst, and heavy topics based around mental health such as depression. Read with caution, stay safe, and remember that you are not alone.

— ROMAN BEAUREGARD.

With Roman, it would derive from the fact that he has made you become dependant on him.

When given that space away, for how many weeks or months, you feel at a literal loss. And then that's when it sinks in.

You can't live without him.

You would miss that routine, miss him telling you what to do, who you can't go out with, clothes to wear that makes him look good or to match, you miss the stability of his control.

With him gone, you have nothing but your own mind. But your mind became his, even if you dont realise it.

"I'm struggling, Roman." You say down the phone, voice as shaky as your hands. "I need you."

His heart swells with a mixture of emotions. First, happiness. He likes that you need him. He feels important because of it. But he also feels upset because he wants you there, too. Deep down, he needs you just as much as you need him.

He will have you take over to him, where he will cover himself over you until you feel better — he's never been so attentive in his life.

— LATEN REED.

It would be his constant need of being there.

Everywhere you go, he follows. Everywhere he needs to go, so do you. Every game. Every practice. Every party. Everything.

You have no breathing space, no time to be yourself and alone.

One day, you crack. It drives you to literally insanity.

"Just leave me the fuck alone!" You scream, eyes red and streaming hot angry tears.

He stands there watching you with wide eyes. He doesn't get what he did wrong, he's just trying to be a good boyfriend?

"You're always there. Always. It makes me want to fucking kill myself!" You scream out in a fit of rage.

His heart drops.

He made you want to ... die?

Laten sucks it up and attempts to hold back the tears. He can't let it be known that it affected him that much.

"I'm sorry. I'll leave you alone." And he does.

He doesn't attend parties for a while, and when he does, he looks down. You don't go to practice, he doesnt wait outside of your class until you finish, he stops it all.

He only sees you when you initiate it. He withdraws, and though he doesn't want to end it, he believes that you're done with him.

He's waiting for you to drop the bomb break his heart.

— JAE 'NIKO' LEE.

I'm sorry. But with Jae. It's inevitable.

He's too much to handle, it's bound to happen at some point.

You withdraw socially, you look different, you don't eat, you have pretty much no life because of him.

You fall into a lull of the same shit every day, and at some point, you don't feel like you're even living at all.

You don't even cry anymore. He shouts, you're glazed over and you don't even hear him.

He thinks that he's won until he sees the destruction, and thank God that it wasn't too late.

After the incident, he tries so hard because he realises that you are fragile. You can't handle him. He attempts to be kinder, to keep in touch with his softer side for the sake of you.

But he watches you sometimes and sees nothing there.

— KAIDAN WOLFE.

"Why do you want to die?" He asks you, your diary in his hand.

You panic a little. That's your privacy in his hand. The only bit you had left.

Kaidan cries, so hard, "i can't lose you."

But he doesn't see that's it's him that pushes you towards that mentality.

The constant brain-fucking or his delusions drove you to just wanting to give up. What's the point when he doesnt listen anyway?

He keeps that up even after reading about it in your diary because he doesn't see that the problem lies between you both.

It's always something else. You two are too perfect.

— HAYDEN WEST.

Hayden wouldn't do anything to make you feel this way, so I doubt it applies to him. Anything you want, you have.

So, maybe it's your mental health.

He will Google ways to help. Use his own experiences to make you feel better.

He does all he can to help you be okay, to not feel the way that you have been.

— JOSHUA WHITE.

Just like Hayden, he wouldn't ever do anything to push you in that direction.

When he sees your struggles mentally, he takes extra time with you.

Take baths together, cuddle extra before bed, take more walks together, go to church together, and involve you in the community to belong somewhere kind.

He wants you happy and safe, so he treats you as such, keeping an eye on you and being there to listen when needed.

— BLAKE CROSS.

His life is hectic. Always something going on and that can become a lot, especially if you deal with bad mental health.

Blake may be as forward and vocal as the other yanderes, but he wouldnt ever push you towards doing and thinking of such things.

He cares deeply and knows when to back down with you, unlike others. He couldn't give a shit about others — but you? You're his world.

When he sees that everything is becoming too much, he takes a step back and puts himself into your shoes.

He's never been suicidal. Never wanted to do such things. So he doesnt get it. But he sees the pain that you feel and it kills him.

He will go on a trip with you, somewhere nice to refresh and escape a little. You can focus on each other and ignore the world.

When you're back, he's delicate and asks you what you want to do. Not tell you that you're going to join him.

[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Damon scrolling through tiktok and suddenly gets recommended a video his darling nerd posted that went viral

Spoiler, It's a thirst trap. ♡°▽°♡

🦪 Anon again !!!! >∆<

Yandere! Jock x Honor student! gn! reader

What if: Darling posts a thirst trap?

LMAO 🦪anon your ideas are so fun HADHSAHDAH

Damon was bored out of his mind.

School was out, summer is in, and he's truly about to lose his mind from the lack of things he's about to do.

He's tired of seeing his parents tip toe around him and he just wants out.

He wants to stretch his body and workout, but he doesn't have any kind of mental energy to do that after fighting with his mother just earlier.

Who in their right mind would cross Damon and tell him that his obsession love for you is getting too much by using the family printer and printing a life size cutout of you?

He's upset, but he still got the cutout anyways.

Mindlessly scrolling through his feeds, he decided to go through tiktok like a drone looking for mental stimulation.

The hours passed by, his thumb sliding across the screen as he drank in countless videos of sports, video games, drama, AITA reddit videos, viral videos, random ones, and sponsored vids.

Not until he saw a certain body doing the baba trend.

Sure, they're wearing a mask, but Damon can recognize that frame anywhere that looked so small beside him.

His breathing became shallow, blood pumping as he watched you lift your shirt up for the camera, showing off your body that's making his own body shiver.

You looked so shy, yet so bold as your eyes gazed through the camera with a cyber y2k filter on.

With the music wafting his ears, his gaze fixated on your body as the video repeats again.

and again.

And again.

And again...

It's engraved to his mind already as he shakily long pressed on the video. Finding it unsavable, he inwardly groaned as he frantically tried to find a way to save the video.

Damon was trembling, desperate to have your video saved on his phone as he downloaded a screensaver app.

Breathless as he may, that doesn't mean he's slow to record your video and saving it immediately on his gallery for future watches and uses.

What uses?

That's for him to know, and that's for everybody to not find out as he obsessively stalked through your profile.

"God..." He mused. "Little nerd, holy shit..."

Your profile was filled with you, in a black mask, doing different types of tiktok videos.

But it's no ordinary videos.

No no no... It's all thirst traps.

Baba, that DPR Ian belt dance trend, silhouette... You were participating in all these videos. And everything was to show off your body that he knows and love.

Yet, you don't tag them at all.

So, what's the point?

People were not discovering them too, as views are only mostly at single digits. Yet that didn't deter his annoyance and jealousy one bit as he bit back a moan, watching you tease the camera. Lifting your mask a bit and licking the air.

"What the fuck..."

Damon can feel himself getting hard down there.

It's a treasure trove just for him.

He can feel a twitching smile creep up his face as he gently clicked on follow.

Your first follower.

Damon doesn't know why you're running a thirst trap account, or why you're doing it in the first place.

If it's for validation, then he's sorry but he's gonna make sure he's the only one who can see the videos.

He doesn't know how, but he's going to do it.

He doesn't need rabid dogs on your account. He can't afford that.

Not when he can't exactly kill so many people if you were ever to go viral at all.

But now, he waits as he predicts your next move. If you're gonna go private, follow him back, ask him how he found your account.

All of the videos are saved anyways.

[a-random-weeb]

Can I request ADA Yandere Dazai with a ADA fem reader?

imagine Yandere!Dazai kidnaps fem!reader cause he had enough of stalking. Acting all friendly in the ADA with her, only for reader to act oblivious to his advanced to court her. Fem!reader waking up after being drug by the Dazai, laying on an unfamiliar bed, being chain. Dazai walks in explaining all his love for her. Suprise suprise, fem reader explain he doesn't have to kidnap her and she was willing on staying for Dazai and proving her love for him

you basically just wrote the whole thing for me LMAO

But heres your summery but ✨longer✨ (Just like my di-)

Warnings: stalking, kidnapping, Yandere themes, a littllllee NSFW mentions and I think that's it

Disclaimer: this is not romanticizing Yandere stuff, this is fanfiction and is never ok in real life

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It wasn't enough anymore. No, he needed more. Sure, he loved stalking you, watching you eat, sleep, game, whatever. He needed you to notice him, his affections, his love. Every day he watches you smiling and laughing with Kyouka, playing with Nanami, and having fun with people who aren't him. Every day he desperately tries to impress you, to make a move, but you always squirm around, looking away and leaving. He wish he knew why. He couldn't take it anymore, so he did what he had to do... He had to make sure he was the center of your attention.

Your eyes slowly flutter open, glancing around the monotonous room. Sun beams pour through the window, reflecting off the plain, white walls aswell as the hardwood floor. The flickering ceiling light and the soft, blue bed you lay on seem to be the only decor in the room. You try to sit up only to realize your wrists and ankles are restrained by chains. You try to stay silent as you attempt removing the chains from your limbs, hoping to not alert any unwanted attention to whoever brought you to this place. You find your efforts to be in vain, both removing the chains and being quiet, because you here footsteps approach the room.

"Hey Belladonna~" You watch as a hooded man enters the room. You can't hold your tears in as you violently thrust against the chains, attempting to break free.

"What the hell do you want?!" You scream, your eyebrows furrowing as big, salty tears stream down your face. The panic and fear overwhelm you as the anonymous man chuckles. He removes his black hoodie, revealing his true face.

"Dazai...?" Your eyes widden. Your emotions were all over the place now, anger, betrayal, confusion, anxiety, fear, panic... Too many emotions at once... He smirks at your squirming, "Why the long face dear?" You flinch as he approaches you, kissing your tears away, "I'm not gonna hurt you!"

"Get away from me-" he quickly covers your mouth with his palm.

"Shhhh, I'll explain everything." He smirks, but his face is tinted pink. "you see, I've liked you for quite some time. Everytime I went to flirt or make a move, you would avoid eye contact and leave. I've been stalking you, so I know you haven't noticed me... It's so cute when you touch yourself, or read smutty fanfiction at 3 AM, or laugh at a cat video. I can't get enough of you, so I had to take matters into my own hands... So I drugged you and kidnapped you, it was the only logical thing to do!" You think his actions were the opposite of logical.

"Dazai... do you know why I avoid eye contact and squirm?" He raises an eyebrow, shaking his head. You sigh, "It's because I love you idiot!" Dazai's whole face turns red, "Y-you what?"

"I love you!" And like that, your both blushing messes. Dazai would've never suspected that the reason for your avoidance of him was because you liked him! He looks overjoyed as he pecks your lips.

"So if I untie you, you won't try to run?" You shake your head, "You didn't have to kidnap me or tie me up! All you had to do was confess!" Dazai eagerly unties you, pulling you to his chest.

"I love you..." he whispers.

"I love you too..." You smash your lips against his, excited to live your new life with him.

[ebonysplendor]

Greedy For You (DEMO) Review 🍸

TL;DR: You ever have, like, really specific intentions with someone, but they just keep delaying the process? Like, bitch...is we fuckin' or what? Lol, I'm kidding. This guy actually wants to eat us, but it's like, eat what, ya know? Ahaaaaa....but, yeah, no, he-- he actually does want to devour us, which is not good lmao.

Game Link: https://mimimaofur.itch.io/greedy-for-you

Notable Features: Self-Insert, Selectable pronouns, Yandere LI, Supernatural LI, Short and Sweet gameplay Spiciness: 0/5 -- Nothing wholesome, but nothing intimate or affectionate other LI Red Flags: 1.25/5 -- Drugged us and implied stalking, but compared to the other yanderes? He's pretty tame. We could kick his ass...in theory. Literally? Probably not.

Wanna know more? Well, let's get into it!

Reviews being done in a relatively close span like the old days?! Whaaaaaaat? But, respectfully, don't get used to it lmao. Life be kickin' my ass sometimes. Thankfully, it's not typically anything bad; I'm just still learning a lot about being an adult, and I'm still getting adjusted after all these years. Lmaooooo disregard ALL of that...except that last part actually. I had this drafted for weeks, never edited it/finished it, so I never posted it until now. I wish I could say that I'm lying but--

I'm completely deadass. I'm extremely notorious for pulling that, y'all have no idea...

Anyways! Fun fact! Actually, two. First fun fact, I found this one on Tumblr! The dev seemed really excited about their creation, and I am a simple girlie. I see an unstable man with some kind of unhealthy affection towards me, so I downloaded it lol. Second fun fact...I played this at work lmao.

Yes, you read that correctly. I played this visual novel -- and drafted out some of this review -- on the company clock. Do I feel bad about it? Hell nah, and I'd honestly do it more often, but I can't always trust that I won't get flustered or let out a squeak of surprise or something, so it's risky for me. I was lowkey playing with my life lol.

No, you don't understand. If I ever get into the whole "Ooh, let me STREAM this" thing or someshit, it'd literally just be me making side comments to myself, drooling over CGs, screaming about a totally expected character death, and clutching my pearls over a minor jumpscare. Actually, third fun fact: I clutched my pearls at work lmao. There was a part that caught me off guard, and my soul got trapped in my throat. Like, where I work is pretty quiet, and there would've 1000% been an echo had I released that sound, and let me tell ya', it was a-brewin'.

Okay, clearly I am yapping about the wrong things and not about this game, which I'm super excited for the full release of, but I guess that means you'll have to stick around for the review portion to know why I'm so hype in the first place. To avoid anymore yappin', I'll go on and tell you as much about this game as possible without ruining the game itself. Bear in mind that the demo is pretty short, so the summary will be as well, but I'm still going to avoid telling you as much as I can!

Enough of that, though; let's get into it!

So boom.

We are failing at life BIG time.

Lmao great opener, amiright? But, no seriously. Things just...really suck, and the reality of that is really starting to set in. We had pretty much gone out on our own, as adults tend to naturally do, and all we've managed to do is either do nothing to progress towards our goals OR we've done the exact opposite of our goals. What makes this worse is that this was supposed to be a whole "Prove them wrong" type thing, and, right now, they couldn't have been more right. Great. Fantastic even. So how do we deal with these adult sorrows?

With adult solutions, of course. We drink.

Now, admittedly, this was a little bold on our end, but once we get a few too many drinks in us, we, frankly, start bitching to this random guy who had the misfortune of sitting next to us. We vent and rant and rave about how this game of life is essentially unfair because some people spawn in with the hacks and cheats. What are those hacks and cheats? Connections and money, of which we have neither, and it's very clearly apparent. Meanwhile, homie is just over here like:

**intense side-eye** "...K."

Despite this though, he keeps the conversation going, but it doesn't really seem like it's for us. He had this look to him that was just...lowkey unsettling. At the same time though, we were so relieved to just have the opportunity to tell someone what had been on our mind throughout all this crap that we had been going through, so we overlook that predatory look that he had going on.

Like I said, though, this guy wasn't engaged in this conversation for us; it was for him, and it was obvious that he found some kind of amusement from the types of things that he said. Not to mention Mr. "Being a loser? Can't relate" is belittling the hell out of our situation.

"You're being a crybaby", he says.

"You're whining for nothing", he says.

Like, really. Who says that kind of shit to a person they don't even know? Then again, to be fair, who just randomly starts trauma dumping on a random stranger?

We have a bit more dialogue before he's just like "You can just stay with me at my place. I'm barely there anyways".

...Okay, first of all, that's already suspicious as hell. Second of all, he calls us a whiner and a crybaby, but then proceeds to help us? Again, that's suspicious as hell. We lowkey call him out on this, and, of course, he starts backpedaling.

"I-- I was...just saying that that's what most people would think. I don't personally think that!...**ahem**. So are you going to come stay with me, or nah?"

Yeah...yeah, no, this is super sus. I mean, why would we even trust this guy? We don't even know his name.

Then again, our place is...run down, to say the least. Are we really so desperate as to stay with this random guy just so we have a fighting chance at this life thing?

"...How much?"

"No money. It's more of a...symbolic fee, that I have in mind."

We may not be desperate enough to stay, but we sure are desperate enough to seriously consider it.

Let me tell ya, this is a damn solid start to this thing!

I honestly don't have much to say or ramble about other than that the demo was very intro-y, which isn't a bad thing at all. This had the literal flow of a prologue before you get into the actual story. It gives you just enough backstory and interaction to get your feet wet before you actually dive into the story itself. The pacing was done really nicely, and the yandere character is making its appearance with the subtle shadiness, and pastel red flags, and those "Hmm...that's suspicious. That's weird" moments.

It's a relatively short playthrough, which is totally fine for a demo, of course, but damn, do I wish there was more. Like I said, it has a damn solid start, and I'm honestly really vibing with it, and I'm tryna see what this totally-not-a-demon dude is about. Like, I'm just really excited about what this game has to offer and how everything is gonna pan out.

Anyways, short game, so short rambles. If it wasn't obvious, I do recommend a casual little playthrough of this game, just don't fall in too deeply because it's the definition of "short and sweet". It pulls you in just enough, and it's honestly such a tease. Also, if you don't play it, how are you gonna find out what homie's name is? By looking at the tags lmao. Not to mention, you're reading this and the link is conveniently right here and just waiting in you to click on i-- No?! Don't skip over it?! Look, I'll put it right here, too, but now you really don't have an excuse, because it's been provided to you twice in this one paragraph alone.

But seriously though, you'd be lowkey missing out if you didn't at least give it a chance. I mean, come on, it's like...maybe 20 -- I'll say 30 minutes of playthrough for accuracy purposes, but it really is short, and it's taking you longer to bob and weave this link that I've slipped in for you again than it would for you to download and play through it. Just give it a chance. And then--!! After you play it, slide into the dev's comment section and give them some encouraging words. Tell them something like, "Hiya! So this game you made? There's something to this, and it means something to me. Actually, it means everything to me...I'm obsessed. ...So, anyways! Update or nah?"

Oh! By the way! Just as a heads up, when you first load into the game, it'll look like this:

If you've played, like, a ton of visual novels, then you know how to navigate this screen whether it's in a different language or not. Just in case you don't, though, just click that third option from the top. After that, you'll just go to the bottom left and (kinda near -- but not super close or anything -- to what would be the "return" button), you'll see the only English word; it'll, quite literally, say "English". Click on that, and everything will be creamy peaches ... that sounds ... nevermind.

Anyways, I've met my yap quota for the day. Again, please give this game a try! But other than that, the biggest and fattest preesh for making it this far! I always appreciate it when you guys take the time to read my rambling and unsolicited opinions. Please, remember to drink water, don't be dumb, and --

<3

Hope to see you around~!

Greedy for You

[wayfayrr]

🍞 anon here!

So — I accidentally came across one of those realistic cake videos. With that, why not a reader that could create realistic cakes. (*￣∇￣)ノ

The chain could be settling down at Lon Lon Ranch or Legend's home. They could be out because of news of monsters with black blood, so the reader stayed behind for their safety.

When they returned, Reader checked up on them, being sweet and eventually offering cake that they made while they're out. They agreed, a little snack sounds good, and it's kind of the reader to make something for them —

Proceeds to cut out a chunk of the kitchen counter and hands one of them a plate.

>=<=>=<

"Wha — huh?! (@_@)"

"It's cake :)"

"But, that — it was a —"

"Cake :)"

"I — thank you..."

"..."

"Wait — MY CHAIR?!?"

"Cake :)"

>=<=>=<

If you can't hurt them physically, hurt them psychologically. :)

And in terms of yandere, I like to think there's a gag where the reader just somehow — maybe Hylia's blessing — has extremely realistic decoys of them made out of cake, just at their disposal.

Like, please, paint a picture of someone chatting with the reader, building up the courage to hold their hand only for their entire arm to fall on the ground. Cue confused, screaming.

They would eventually see through whether or not something was cake... maybe?

Either way, Reader would definitely be banned from the kitchen or any sort of baking utensil.

the way this is literally the same theme as something I was joking about with some friends loaf - you managed to infiltrate my discord?????/j (it was crack angst about if reader accidentally bit one of the chain and they were a hyperrealistic cake and didn't know, it spiralled from talking about wars and red velvet at the same time)

I love how much paranoia that scenario give parts of the chain though, they can't be certain that anything isn't actually a cake from that moment onwards, if leaving reader alone for such a small amount of time lead to them making so many cakes that were that realistic? who's to say they couldn't make cakes of other things - or even things out in the wild?

if they could by chance even replicate the magic of enchanted items, making them near undetectable to even the most magic sensitive of the links, well if it increases the amount of buffs they have then why not? even if it makes them sad to have to eat something with so much dedication, care and love put into it's creation

as for the yandere side, as well as what you mentioned with decoys? what about reader replacing their weapons with cake before they fled, asking fi for permission to wield her as her other master is losing himself to this sick twisted obsessive lust for them. It also makes me think of peeta in the hunger games and how he hides lmao maybe one of the links reader still foolishly trusts is suddenly grabbed by a hand in a shockingly similar way while the rest are enamoured by the saccarine decoy. only clocking on when their star in the skies falls apart under their touch.

They'd be lucky to ever bake again when they're reunited.

[yanderecandystore]

Hey!!!! Hope you doin ok.

I was wondering if you could write headcanons for the yandere senpai where he gets jealous of all the time you are spending with you’re friend and not him

Thanks for the attention and have a great weak!!!

Is this referring to my old post? [🌧️😤♥️] This one? Because if so then HELL YES!! (but also, if it isn't I'm sorry, I would totally be down to write about a more sweet senpai, cause this guy is mean-)

My favorite flavor is "the senpai actually does like the mc", thank you for requesting this. Have a great week too, boo! I hope you'll enjoy the newest menu addition, Opera Cake! I'll make a profile for him later on X'D

TW/Tags: He can be a bit of a jerk, be patient with him // delusional/in denial // anger issues // light cursing because the author has an dirty vocabulary // bad communication (from you and him lmao) // dangerous jealousy // mentions of stalking // very controlling // sorry for the long ass wait

🍭꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍰꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡🍮꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖🍭

Bitter Coffee [Yandere-Tsundere!Male!Senpai! x GN!Reader - Headcanon]:

🎇 Let me set the stage for a quick sec! 🎇

(This is not a continuation nor a prequel, but it does involve the same idea of the post I've mentioned before, which by the way, is old and has some cringey text!)

Christopher was many things, including socially unaware, or at least socially awkward. Yes, the guy was smart, handsome and that edgy grumpy aesthetic could be pretty charming- He looked like a half-dead, lanky librarian with a bad eyesight and that was probably why a lot of people flocked to him.

The man wasn't goth, but he was gothic, ya know? The man was built like a tree and somehow, people just seemed really interested in him! He never really understood why, he just wants to be left alone!! Please!!

He hates having people surround him constantly and talking way too loud, way too close to his face all the time- Seriously, they won't get a kiss doing that? (Which by the way, ew?! Ew. Is what he would think).

He is a very distant person, and he seems to purposefully push people away from him, but he tends to not do that with you- Most of the time.

You were a stalker, it was quite simple, even if he DID make an effort you would still follow him, wouldn't you?!

You were annoying, frankly he knew all about your… "Admiration". Seriously, you're not being sneaky, sugar cube. You were more persistent than the other ones, which was probably how you managed to weasel your way into his life.

… No, that's not true, although he is as friendly as a cactus to everyone including you, he really appreciates your company. You weren't really all that bad at all, but you had a way to make him frustrated that he didn't know how to describe.

So when he sees you avoiding him recently he feels like you're just trying way too hard to make him worried for you- Frankly, he thinks your game of cold-shoulder is dumb and should stop right now!-

Chris didn't think you were doing it on purpose at first, well, to be honest at first he was glad to have his own space for a few days! Especially since he was already busy studying, he could be a smart person but he studying was a focusing nightmare to him-

Then later, after the test week, you still seemed very distant… He thought you were finally focusing on your education like you always complained about, hell, he even came to you one day and told you how proud he was! Even inviting you to study in his house!! He never does that!

Oh… But you didn't understand why he was so happy, and he didn't understand why you rejected his offer… He was wrong on his assumption, then? Or did you really not want to spend time with him?

"As expected, I don't even know why I assumed you would be studying, let me guess- You were too focused on another random piece of media this week? Do I know it? We could talk about it on the way out, like always right?" He wasn't the best with words, and neither with his tone. Yet he was genuinely expecting you to talk to him about it, like you always do!... You didn't. You answered in a hurry and scurried away.

Maybe you were just in a hurry, maybe if he was lucky he'll be able to catch you to walk with him home.

You didn't, but worse than not finding you was seeing you walking around with one of your so-called friends. Mylo, was it? Well, it could be worse… Annie was a LOT more annoying to deal with.

Always so possessive of you, it didn't seem like a healthy friendship at all yet you never took his words seriously… Always so protective of you, as if a leaf couldn't fall on your head that you just break under pressure! [Y/n] is their own individual, ANNIE!!

Says the mf following you two-

Mylo was a lot less direct about his discomfort regarding your crush, well… Your friend had his own motives, and of course he would NEVER do anything to hurt his best friend! But he couldn't bring himself to be mean towards Christopher, maybe he just simply couldn't be mean to anyone perhaps…

So interactions between these two were often civil, polite, yet very not pleasant. Chris never understood how you could be friends with those two, they were clearly obsessed with you.

Wait… was.. Was that why you haven't been able to spend time with him at all?! Because of GODDAMN MYLO?!

"HEY!!" He yelled out as he made his previously hidden presence known, acting as if he just came close to you know and that he hasn't been following you two for a long time now-

Despite your clear confusion since technically the route is fairly different from the one you usually take to go home- He brushed it off by simply placing his right arm above your shoulders and around your neck, being in the middle between you and Mylo.

Who, by the way, noticed it but didn't even try to change the situation.

"Ah, I missed walking around like this! [Y/n], why didn't you tell me you were going this way before? I was planning on going to that ice cream shop you always told me about- Where have you been lately, by the way?"

He is very not subtle about this, he is trying but he can't lie about how his true intentions here is trying to deviate you from walking with your friend. Oh, you were going to his home to play games? So he'll come too, obviously, and if Mylo doesn't want that then too bad! Guess Game Friday will have to be another day!!

Oh… Mylo doesn't… think it's a bad idea to have you two over… That wasn't really the plan, especially since Chris doesn't like to be in someone's house that he doesn't know well enough.

".....ffffffFINE!! Great even!!" He was fuming, it was very obvious how displeased he was with the situation, but he would be damned if he backed down now!

→ Christopher Hill:

He is a dumb-dumb, he'll take a long time to realize he is jealous and then proceed to do everything in his power to make it everyone else's problem.

He doesn't even know he likes you so much, or that all the bad things he says about your friends could be attributed to him.

He finds them possessive and obsessed with you, but he goes out of his way to insert himself on your little "friend hangout" even if it pains him to no end. In this scenario, I mentioned Mylo who isn't very confrontational, and actually is very interested in hanging out with your crush (he is very curious about why you like this twig of a human being so much… maybe he understands it a little bit…).

Annie is almost the complete opposite, she finds Chris's game of cat and mouse with you really unhealthy and wishes you could fall out of love for this guy already- I-It isn't love!! It's just a stupid crush on a stupid guy that never treats you how you deserve to be treated! Annie is very likely to start arguing with Chris over the smallest of things (but never addressing the actual issue in your presence, you don't need to see them at their worst like that…).

Christopher is very awkward with his words, and part of him knows he'll end up losing you for his own condescending tone and overly grumpy attitude- So he doubles down on his bad traits to try to protect himself from the inevitable. But the other part of him thinks you're just playing around, trying to provoke these reactions out of him on purpose, trying to make him jealous because you're so obsessed with him you want to see him be in your shoes for once, is that it?!

Sugar cube, you have NO idea how aggravating it is to suddenly not be in your spotlight, to be ignored without a warning. And for what- Your weird friends?! Oh it just brings out the worst in him.

In the case he gets to spend time with you even in your friend's presence (I'll use the previous scenario for example) he'll be attached to you like a bug, all those previous annoyances with your sudden touch seem to jump out of his mind- He becomes very clingy especially since your friends are very touchy.

Game Friday Night won't be the same with him there, and that goes to every other special friend time you guys may have- He isn't subtle, he doesn't know how to, but he does know how to make you feel guilty. You haven't talked with him in so long! What were you thinking?!

But of course, he won't be AS obvious about it as he doesn't mean to put the blame entirely at you, because it's not your fault, right? It's Mylo's fault, and Chris just needs to get back to the previous schedule-

Where it should be just you and him, the two dummies in their "will they won't they" FRIENDSHIP!! He just needs to take their place, you want game nights? Why not play with him in his house? His bedroom is a lot bigger than yours and Mylo's combined- But if luxury isn't the problem then maybe you'll appreciate the variety of things you two can play.

If he finds your friendships to be really taking a toll on your life (if you continue to ignore him) he might have to turn his offers from demands to orders, sugar cube! Of course he would never do anything to hurt you, but he is literally doing this for your own good, and if you continue to be so childish he might think you've been completely influenced by your friends.

Christopher is a lot more demanding and controlling than the other characters, not above being brutish with you if it means you'll actually listen to him for once! The initially petty, stubborn jealous man can turn into a controlling, raging angst if you don't be careful enough.

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When the x reader tag is clogged by asks, memes, text posts, and people complaining about fanfic authors/or a lack of content😭😭

And don’t get me started on finding dc fics that aren’t Batfamily here, feel like I gradually like Jason less and less each year, he’s so overrated…

Like where are the essentials?? The fluff, the angst, the in character smut??

If you don’t mind me asking, what characters are you talking about?? Because I feel like this could apply to a lot of the characters on your Masterlist 😔

(Sorry for so many yap asks in a row, I just get so fired up about this.)

(Also, if this somehow ends up in any character x reader tags, I’m so sorry. It wasn’t intentional. Tumblr’s algorithm just works in mysterious ways like that.)

(Added a cut for this post cuz it’s kinda long.)

It’s so fucking frustrating, good lord. Especially the posts complaining about a lack of content. Not only does it make the actual legitimate writing content harder to find, but it’s also just completely tone deaf the current harassment problem happening to fanfic writers. Like, don’t get me wrong, I’m also bummed out about the reader-insert drought, but as someone who’s been harassed off of previous writing blogs, you have to understand how those kinds of posts hit a sore spot for me.

Ah, yes. Btfm (derogatory) (<- and also written like that to avoid showing up in the Btfm tag). There’s honestly no way to talk about my grievances with Btfm as a concept without people thinking I’m a pretentious gatekeeper, so I’m not even gonna open that can of worms. Also, sorry to all my Jason-enjoyers out there. I love y’all, mwah. You guys are totally welcome in my humble abode. Your man, though? Yeah, no. I’m forcefully pushing him out the door with a broom. And with the current state of the Dick tag, it’s just given me more incentive to utterly despise that guy. Bro really comes in and fucks up everything, both in and out of the comics, LMAO. Kind of poetic, actually.

I made the OG post about this because of Dick. You’re totally right about it being applicable to a lot of characters on my masterlist (eye twitch), but it’s definitely the comic book men that are suffering the most. Weirdly enough, this isn’t as prominent of a problem with anime men and video game men. Like, there are still irrelevant posts in their tags, but those are spaced out enough with legitimate writing posts for it to be a nonissue. My poor Dick tag, though… if it’s not filtered out yandere Btfm or Jason posts, then it’s the memes/text posts/complaints issue or unspecified CW smut posts (I am 100% an advocate for writing whatever the hell you want, but PLEASE give the proper warnings beforehand; that includes any mentions of the reader’s gender).

I just… yeah. I’m taking one for the team and going back to totally SFW writing. We really are missing the essentials right now and it’s hurting the reader-insert ecosystem. I’ll drop the blog url when I finally post something.

(Also, before any of y’all translate this as me abandoning this blog, I’m not, don’t worry. I’m still working on shit here. Always have been. Nevah stopped the grind. I do want y’all to keep in mind that I write as a hobby, so there’s really no such thing as “a break” from this blog, and if anything, this blog is my “break” from life. A little treat from the horrors, if you will. Trust me, I wish I could post more often, but… nothing I can really do about real world responsibilities and stuff. Bwomp.)

But, yeah. You know what they say, be the change you wanna see in the world. I guess I owe it to the people after complaining so much about this. Lowkey, I think that’s also why the complaining posts rub me the wrong way. Why clog up the tags even further when you can take this as an opportunity to get a little creative? I don’t wanna write for people who just view me as a reader-insert ChatGPT, y’know?

^ And when I say this, I by no means wanna shame anyone from sending in asks. I have a lot of bangers in my inbox that I just haven’t had the time or motivation to sit down and think about (also, I really want my next writing post to be part 4 of my Older Brother series, so that’s what all of my energy has been going into recently). Y’all are such a great crowd, and I need you guys to understand how refreshing this is compared to my past experiences. Love each and every one of you, MWAH.

[yandere-romanticaa]

Anna. Give it to me straight. As an Otome loving gal, out of 10 rate your top 3 Ikemen games and a brief description of WHY you’d recommend them? I see you talking about Ikemen and I wanna get into it but I don’t know yet.

Ok so, this is the order I started playing them because in truth, all of the Ikemen games are good in my opinion.

❤️ IKEMEN SENGOKU.

This was, I believe, my first ever otome!! I actually started playing it because I saw that the voice actor for one of my top anime husbands, Mikaela Hyakuya, was in this game so I was SOLD, I just went in blindly.

I never turned back though.

In this game, through a freak accident the MC ends up going back in time to the Sengoku era and meets the actual warlords such as Oda Nobunaga, Mitsuhide Akechi and many others. She is trying to find a way to go back home and not fall in love with any of the warlords. Now, in case you don't know, the Sengoku era was the era in which Japan was united which meant that there was a lot of war and battling, which gives this game a bit of edge. All of the characters have this epic air to them, everything they do is for the greater good but then the MC shows up and just fucks it all up with her presence jahahaah

Personally, I'd give it a 7/10. Solid game but not quite as good as some other games. There is also a bonus to learn a little bit about Japanese history lmao!!

❤️ IKEMEN VAMPIRE.

Ah, here we are, to my personal favorite.

I'm biased, I'm a sucker for vampires, okay? I also find it so hilarious how this game takes some of the most famous people in history and turns them into cute anime boys which you can date. Seriously, just what game allows you to date Napoleon Bonaparte or Mozart?? Well, it's this one!! Here, the MC follows a mysterious man, Comte, through a door that sends her back in time to 19th century France. That's not all though!! She is stuck in a mansion full of these historical figures, who all happened to be hot vampires! They're all there for a reason and it's bloody amazing.

Can you tell that I love this game? Because I fucking love this game.

In my objective opinion, it's either 8.5ish/10, maybe even 9/10. I'm not good at rating, my apologies. But since I'm biased, I'll give it 10/10. I'm in love, leave me alone.

❤️ IKEMEN PRINCE.

This might just be the best game yet. The writing is very good here, it feels as though the developers keep pouring more and more love into each new game that comes out.

In this game, the MC lives in the fictional kingdom of Rhodolite. Whenever the ruler dies, a maiden with a fair and pure heart is selected to become "Belle", who has the duty of selecting the next ruler of the nation. She must become close with all of the candidates and understand them well in order to pick the right ruler. The catch?

Once the king is selected, Belle is not allowed to have any contact with the new king. Bummer, am I right?

There's a plethora of princes to choose from, even some from opposing kingdoms. My own bias is creeping in oopsie, but Gilbert is a treat. So is Kieth tbh. The world feels very real and fleshed out, there's always SOMETHING happening in the background which makes this game feel more alive, if that makes sense.

Dare I say, this game is a 10/10.

✨ PRO TIP! - For all of these games, if a character has different colored eyes, he's most likely a yandere.