#yandere sentence starters

[supersmacked]

stalker sentence starters

romantic

"we were made for each other"

"i'll always find you. in every universe; in every timeline"

"shh... you're safe here with me"

"i will never let you be alone again"

"of course i love you—i've literally killed for you"

"we'll have the family we always wanted"

"let me see that pretty smile"

"you look very pretty today"

"i'll take care of you from now on"

corny

"will you stop running? my calves are killing me"

"you've made me soft"

"this one's a screamer"

"oh this? don't worry, it's not my blood"

"oh! where are my manners—" proceeds to untie your hands so that you can enjoy a romantic dinner

"you think this is my first rodeo?"

"see? we can have fun together"

"c'mon—at least try the spaghetti"

yandere

"i don't want to hurt you, but i will if i have to"

"i should cut your tongue out"

"stop looking at the door, please"

"it'll be over soon"

"you're life is completely in my hands. don't test my patience"

"i think i might carve my name on your back"

"it's okay, as long as you'll be good for me, baby"

"it's not a punishment, baby, it's a lesson"

"why don't you look at me the way you look at them?"

"just give it a little time—you'll come to terms with your new life eventually"

"i'll provide for you—you'll never have to work again!"

"i don't appreciate your attitude"

"i've literally killed for you; who else can say that?"

"i did it for you"

"you're insane"

"don't say that"

[yandere-romanticaa]

This thing is so old, I can't even look at it. But there is a good number of Atsushi simps among you so here, have some food.

“I hate it when they look at you… So fucking much…” // Atsushi Nakajima

Atsushi stood in the office, mouth wide open in shock. Today, (y/n) seemed to be more beautiful then ever. She was typing away on her laptop, completely unaware of Atsushi’s love struck stare. He was hiding behind the doorway, desperate to calm down his rapidly beating heart.

He could never look at (y/n) without feeling like this, let alone speak to her. So, he often followed her around the office just to hear her angelic voice. He loved everything about her, he just couldn’t get enough of her. But there was one thing that really bugged Atsushi. He wasn’t the only one that had strong feelings for (y/n), Ranpo had his heart set on her as well. And Atsushi could have sworn that he saw Kunikida stare at her with a huge blush on his cheeks the other day. And Dazai always flirted with her, like his life depended on it.

He hated it. He hated all of the other men that stared at his beautiful angel with lust in their eyes. She is pure, oh so pure and he has to protect her, he must protect her!

Even though (y/n) doesn’t know about Atsushi’s feelings, he could live with it. For now, at least. He had no idea how he was going to confess, and he was sure that she would never accept his feelings. But he could still dream… Suddenly, Atsushi broke out of his trance. Kunikida was now talking to (y/n). He said something, and it made her laugh! He didn’t know how to react. He was happy that he was hearing her laugh, but he didn’t like like the fact that it was Kunikida was the one that made her laugh. He just stared at the duo, with complete and utter hatred and jealousy in his eyes. He put his hand on his chest, as he quietly spoke to himself.

“ I hate it when they look at you… I hate it so fucking much… Why can’t you just be mine already…?”

[love-toxin]

I'd like to request “Don't fight me, baby. Struggling is pointless.” with Makoi pleeeaaassee <33

comin right up !!!!!

nasty sentence starters

VII - "Don't fight me, baby. Struggling is pointless."

(cws: sequel to this prompt, gn!reader, noncon, dirty talk, overstim, creampie, possessive makoi)

“Fuuuck, I need a cigarette after that.” Hayao had commented cheekily when Makoi kicked them out into the courtyard, where the three of them sat on the patio smoking while the boss got his licks in with his new toy.

“Don't fight me, baby. Struggling's pointless.” Makoi grinned from ear to ear, nothing but pure, impassioned love in his eyes. “You're yakuza property already. Fuck, that's good-” He groaned, sweat pouring down his sculpted chest in the hazy, musky heat of the little paper-walled room.

“That's right, just melt into it, baby–so much easier if ya just give it up.” The Azumako heir cooed with utmost condescension–and it was warranted, because what could you possibly do? He was strong, and he pinned your arms down when you tried to swat at him initially. It only made him hornier, which only made it more agonizingly sensual when his flesh slid against yours and he stretched you out to make it fit. You moaned, overstimulation dominating every cell of your body–and Makoi laughed, echoing your pitiful cries of ‘Noooo’ back at you.

“C'mon-” He panted, his thrusts slapping wetly throughout the condensed haze of sex in the air. “-Gave it to my boys so nice, I'm feelin’ left out.”

Suddenly, he pulled out and held your legs aloft, sitting back to peer down between them and force your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. “S'winkin’ at me, baby.” He chuckled. Makoi tested the abused flesh with his finger, circling tightly around your entrance before he dipped it inside. “Oh, fuck.” He dragged it out and slipped it into his mouth, sucking on two of his digits at a time just to taste your essence and bring them back down for some more probing. But your foot kicked out, you knocked him off balance, and he wobbled, giving you the perfect opportunity for you to flip over on your stomach.

Crawling away, however, was a pipe dream. He dragged you back against the tatami by your hips, his fingertips pressing bruises into the soft dips of skin. “Likin’ doggy more anyway.” His pearly teeth gleamed in the low light at the panicked expression you cast over your shoulder. “Relax, you'll take it so good for me. Pretty thing…” He murmured the praise into your ear with a slow, soft nibble as he slipped it in. It contrasted with the harsh thrust he delivered afterwards, his hands gripping your shoulders to yank you back to meet another, and another, and another. His palms smoothed down your arms until they met your wrists, and he tightened his hold around them to put you right in the position he wanted; your ass pressed up against his groin so every plap vibrated from deep within.

“Yeah?! Like that?” He roared, his open palm coming down on your jiggling ass with a sharp smack. “My fuckin’ bitch, my fuckin’ hole–goddamn squeezin’ on me like–hrgh-!” Makoi's voice grew pitchy and broken with each buck, clearly enjoying the ride twice as much when you made it harder for him. Something about you squirming really got him off.

“Oh-ho fuck yes! Where you been all my fuckin’ life, sweet thing?!” Makoi's voice catapulted off the thin walls, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss on his face as he humped you for all you were worth. “Prolly fuckin’ some shrimp-dicked chumps, huh? Nah, you're fuckin’ mine now, mine an’ my boys’ for-fuckin’-ever.” He slurred huskily. He looked drunk but he only smelled of cologne and not sake–maybe it was cause he'd never found someone who cried so sweetly at his promises to make them his.

“I know you don't wanna cum again, but I'm gonna make ya,” He pinched your lower lip between his thumb and forefinger, jerking your head to the side to look at him. “Cum on this fat fuckin’ dick, and I'll buy ya the biggest fuckin’ rock for that little finger.”

Plap, plap, plap, plap–they sped up, grew louder, got deeper. Makoi yanked your head back again and bit down on your neck, your squeals echoing through the little room until they dwindled into helpless, unconscious panting. Your last sensations were of heat and fullness and sticky, thick ropes of cum, before the bliss wiped your mind blank and the world whited out for a long while.

You awoke to Makoi rubbing your trembling legs some time later, one of them laid over his lap as he looked out the now-open screen, where the distant sounds of cicadas peppered the quiet, starry night. The other three were gone, having left behind nothing but an ashtray on the step and a few empty bottles. He traced circles into your knee as he came to the end of your thigh, only drawn away from his contemplative stargazing by the rustling of your kimono as you struggled to sit up. It had been long flattened and soiled beneath you by sweat and Makoi's seed, but it at least provided some semblance of cushion over the tatami.

“Y'okay?” His inquiry came out soft, gentler than the cackles and taunting that still rung in your ears from earlier. A bit befuddled, you didn't nod or shake your head, just stared through him. Regardless, he still leaned over and kissed the top of your head, with a hand bracing your cheek for his thumb to graze over. “Tea's on the way. Just relax.” His voice was as hoarse as yours felt, though you couldn't bring yourself to speak a word except one. Hurts.

“Hurts?” He repeated with genuine sincerity in his eyes. At his side, he dragged over a heavy-looking bowl that sloshed with water–from the depths of it he pulled out a soaked, steaming towel, which he wrung out and tested on his arm before laying it out carefully between your legs. The little hiss and grab for his shoulder to brace at the initial sting had a smile creeping back across his lips. “Yeah, y’took it hard. Thought I came so hard I blacked out back there.”

Makoi's fingers remained gentle, nudging at your flesh through the warm towel to soothe those pains he and his friends had caused. Why it felt so personal, so loving, was as much of a mystery to you as it was to him. He couldn't pinpoint why he liked you so much…he just did.

“Are you gonna get rid of me now?” You croaked. Makoi raised a brow, scoffed, and just split the quiet night with a chuckle before he leaned in close to your face.

“What'd I say? You're-” Smooch. “-fuckin’-” Smooch. “-mine.”

[modifiedmonster]

Horror Themed Sentence Starters #1

( Various themed dialogue prompts for all your slashers, yanderes, stalkers, and other horrors beyond your comprehension. Trigger Warning obviously. Feel free to edit as you deem fit.)

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"It's the silence that scares me."

"One way or another , you're going to die tonight."

"By the time anyone finds your body, they won't be able to identify it."

"I'm playing the villain, just like you wanted."

There you are, my darling!"

"It was a trap."

"You should've left when you still could."

"I didn't mean to kill her, but after that first scream...there was no stopping me from it."

"You're playing a dangerous game here , girl."

"I know a lot about you...more than you think."

"This missing poster has your face on it."

"Don't you want to be consumed by what loves you?"

"Scream all you want. No one will hear you."

"Just because you don't see it , doesn't mean it's not already here."

I won't give up on you , I know you're worth it!"

*As a sidenote , a lot of these things are much scarier when said/whispered during a hug. Example: He brought me into the tight embrace of his arms before i felt hot breath against my face. "I know what you did..."

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[crazyyanderefangirlfan]

Yandere mafia au idea

Imagine you and a group of friends are invited to a mixer but ran into traffic on the way. Luckily you all arrived on time, the guys there seemed a bit weird but nonetheless you all had an enjoyable time. It got to the point where each person got a connection and exchanged numbers.

The next day, you and your friends got chewed out by the mixer host (I have no idea what they're called) cause you all stood up the guys. This confused you all.

"What do you mean? We were with them the whole time, we even exchanged numbers."

A look on confusion appeared on the host's face.

"That's impossible."

"No, seriously. We even took pictures."

The way the host's face paled as they look at the pictures spoke volumes on how badly they were wrong.

[bluefurrsmemes]

A list of Sentence Prompts inspired by Yanderes. These consist of prompts from the yandere and prompts for the yandere. Feel free to change pronouns as needed.

FROM THE YANDERE. "You don't need them."

"Why would you need them when you have me?"

"I love you. I'll always love you."

"I punched them because they were flirting with you! Only I can flirt with you."

"So? I may be lightly stalking them. ONLY lightly stalking, okay?"

"You're mine, you understand?"

"Nobody can have you but me."

"You're mine now!"

"You can't escape."

"If I see you with another, I'll kill them!"

"I'd never be able to live in a world without them!"

"What do you mean? I did nothing wrong!"

"I won't let anyone stand in the way of my love!"

"Don't worry! I'll protect you!"

"You'll always be safe with me!"

"Don't you dare touch my partner!" "They're mine back off!" "I only killed them because they showed interest in you." "Don't you dare touch them!" "You're going to stay here with me forever and ever!" "But I love you, isn't that enough?" FOR THE YANDERE.

"You can't just go around killing every person who talks to me!"

"Let me go!" "I swear I won't tell anyone about this!" "You're a psycho!" "I want nothing to do with you!" "I didn't flirt with them!" "Are you stalking me?" "I don't need your love!" "You're too clingy." "You're smothering me with your affection. It's too much!" "Why won't you get it through your thick skull? I don't want you! I never wanted you!" "I'm not your partner. Stop telling everyone we're together!" "This is not cute. It's creepy." "Ah! Where did you come from?!" "You always just randomly show up when I least expect it." "I don't know if I find that endearing or incredibly weird." "You can't just stalk people and act like it's the most normal thing in the world, because it's not." "I don't belong to you! I can do whatever I want!" "They can flirt with me all they want, but it won't change the way I feel about you." "I don't love you."

"I don't need your protection!"

[ariadnes-elixirs]

thinking about an isekaied reader and a yandere noble boy...

(gn reader x male noble yandere)

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

tw: yandere and manipulative behavior

about a week has passed since you collapsed. after reading the letters, your parents insisted that you should reply with a short note stating that you had recovered. eventually you caved, concerned about the contents of the letters this... guy sent you, but not enough that you felt particularly threatened.

less than a week later, an oliver northwood appeared unannounced near the gated entrance of your family's estate.

everyone was caught off guard, but he was let in regardless. your parents were the count and countess of the land you resided in, but he was the son of a marquis. this placed him at a higher rank then your family. plus, the both of you had been friends since childhood, so your parents caved even with the sudden intrusion.

after he entered, you find yourself sitting in awkward silence having an impromptu tea party with him in the estate's garden.

"so uh, it feels like its been so long since we've seen each other" he said.

"yes... it has" you replied

"are you feeling better?"

"yes i am..."

following this short interaction was about three minutes of silence. he had seemed so... energetic in his letters, but in person he appears much more reserved.

"um... you seem different"

you felt your chest start pounding. your thoughts start rushing while you try to keep your face neutral. it hasnt even been 10 minutes and hes already figured out who you actually were? is he going to expose me? no, that would make him look crazy...

as you started spiraling he spoke up again, "it almost feels like you are a different person" he pauses before continuing, "your parents said that you were having some trouble with your memory... do you... not... remember me?"

this snapped you out of your thoughts, he had figured out that you were, in fact, a different person, while giving you a potential way out.

"oh im so sorry... my memory has been spotty, i didnt want to be rude. honestly i couldnt even remember who i was when i woke up, hehe~" you mentally screamed at yourself because he did NOT NEED TO KNOW THAT!!!

your thoughts were interrupted by his response, "oh im... sorry, that sounds awful." you saw fragments of a sly smile and a darkness in his eyes for a split second. the shift in expression disappeared so quickly you thought that you had imagined it.

he continues, "do you want me to try to fill in the gaps?"

"please do..." you reply.

"hmm.. ill start from the beginning." his eyes shift to make direct eye contact you. while he appears with soft eyes and a small smile, something about his expression feels a little unsettling. "well for starters, we have been friends since we were little. my parents are the marquis and marquess of the land just west of here. they had known each other for a while and had children around the same time, so they introduced us!"

his smiled widened as he continued speaking, "although we were only friends as children, as we got older we ended up becoming lovers!!"

the look of shock on your face didn't seem to surprise him. you begun trying to string words together into a coherent sentence when he follows up his previous statement.

"although... no one knows right now, we were keeping it secret to... avoid drawing unnecessary attention." the last part was spoken quickly and softly, making him sound unsure.

he takes your hand, "please love, i know you may not remember, but i have no problem waiting for you to fall in love with me."

"or... fall in love with me again i mean, hehe~"

should there be a part three?

feel free to drop in my inbox to ask any questions about him!!

[roxanne193018]

I once put Lucifer in the 2nd place of the yandere contest 🤣 so this Tumblr account will be my ranting account on my ranking decisions of Lucifer since X doesn’t let me finish my sentence without paying some dimes.

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Warning: ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This post includes spoilers from Lucifer (victory), Lucifer (selfie), Lucifer (Beelzebub 5 sins), the anniversary chat

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Well for starters, Luci repeatedly said he can’t get hard unless it’s MC (in both Beel 5 sins and victory card).

I know he gets turned on by tears, but I think as a doctor, don’t tell me you haven’t seen your patients in tears before, also, Michael’s case. Safe to say he’s turned on only by MC’s tears.

Next, aside from Leviathan with his leash, showing everyone that MC is his, Lucifer also puts his possessiveness into this gift. I think it’s more possessive than Satan scented bandages or Beel scented socks bc Lucifer tries to hide (what he thinks is the most attractive about MC) from everyone, making him the only one who has the right to see it.

Moving on, here’s snek boi hissing at Marbas for trying to take MC away from him. I have all kings’ selfie cards stories and yes, only Leviathan and Lucifer spend lots of attention on MC after the deed, only these 2 gets jealous when their subordinates tried to take MC away.

[yanderenightmare]

heya! do you have any more writing tips for writing on tumblr? like, any tips to get as much attention as you, kinda

Tips for Writing on Tumblr

Sure!

♡ Post in different lengths!

Or, more precisely, don’t only post long full-fics with multiple chapters.

I know it sounds weird, but the more effort you put into something doesn’t actually guarantee more payoff. Why would anyone read your hour-long fic if they have no previous experience with your writing that gives you credibility? In other words, how can they know spending an hour reading your writing is worth it?

More people are likely to grab a bite-sized appetizer than they are to sit down for a full five-course meal.

But! The more people like those bite-sized appetizers, the more likely they are to want to sit down for that full five-course meal, you know?

Think of those bite-sized appetizers as taste tests—kind of like commercials that bring more people in to give your actual meals a try.

Also, writing in different lengths is good for you! Only writing hour-long stuff makes you burn out quickly, which brings me to my next tip...

♡ Post often!

If you can, try posting something every day. Of course, you can’t post full hour-long fics every day, which is where writing smaller things such as drabbles, headcanons, and tiny prompts come in. Think of them as flings you have in between your long-term relationships. They’re fun little things good for your health!

But anyway, here’s a tip for when you do have those long-term relationships—as in when you want to write full-fics or longer posts in general...

♡ Start with a hook! 

My attention should be seized by the first paragraph, if not the very first sentence I read. This is so important.

I’m a very picky reader sometimes—so if that first line doesn’t interest me, I’ll be fast to scroll to find something more enticing. And you can be sure a lot of readers are the same.

Under are some examples of my own start-liners.

Something foreboding:

There’s something very off about your roommate… something eerie that makes you keep your distance.

The plot:

Thinking about the big and burly behemoth Omega finally finding himself the cutest little Alpha to breed with…

Something catchy:

Give a brat an inch, and they'll take a mile. 

Something snappy:

You’re his favorite whore…

Dialogue:

“Feels like you’re luring me into some trap.”

A prompt:

Yanderes who keep you higher than a kite…

In medias res:

You lay on your belly on the bed.

Anyway, they don’t have to be groundbreaking—just anything that will spike interest in the reader.

♡ Write for different characters! And try writing inserts!

Inserts are when you don’t name any specific character in the story but either give options for what characters your audience can imagine or leave it completely up to them. This works best if you have a nice starter-line that tells you what kind of character this is without naming them.

Examples:

Bruiser boyfriend

Ex-military Yandere

Benevolently sexist boyfriend

Creep Step-bro

You can go further and identity the reader as well:

Big, brawny, chubby-muscled Boss and his perfectly bite-sized assistant

In other words, people like to know what they’re about to read before they start.

Otherwise and lastly...

♡ Something logistic you can have in mind is making your writing accessible. 

Say I like one of your posts, and I click your profile to check you and your other posts out, but all I see when I scroll through your blog is endless reblogs and one-off comments about this and that. My second instinct is to check out your Masterlist. If you don’t have one, my mission is fraught, and I’ll be out of there quickly. If you do have one, but it’s messy, then my patience will wane, and again, I’ll be out post-haste. 

The bottomline is to have a neat pinned post that makes it easy to navigate your blog, with all your relevant stuff easily accessible. Check out mine for reference. But the most important is for it to include your rules, how to request, and your masterlists.

Then, of course, this is obvious, but...

♡ Remember that things take time

I’ve been running @yanderenightmare since 2020. Back then, it took me half a year to get my first 1000 followers. And most of my posts would only get about 500 or so likes. And, that’s another thing—if I was doing it for the likes and follows I probably wouldn’t still be here, so make sure you enjoy what you’re writing and stuff. If you have that conviction, then the rest is just a nice bonus.

♡ Hope it helps!

[yanderes-galore]

hello panther, hope your doing well! can i request a romantic black noir (the boys) scenario w/ a reader who works in crisis management at vought? after having to oversee the cover ups of vought’s heroes they’ve become bitter to all heroes, they only continue working at vought out of necessity.

maybe with the prompts “I don’t scare you, do I…?” and “Is it so hard to love me?”

thank you for considering my request! no pressure to fulfill it, hope the rest of your day is great!

prompt links:

https://www.tumblr.com/ddarker-dreams/188458087108/yandere-sentence-starters-theres

https://www.tumblr.com/starbabytae/612088733784752128/yandere-prompts-1-i-saw-you-last-night-you

I can try! I've been getting into The Boys again and I'm halfway through Season 2. I know Noir has a bigger role in Season 3 but I got so impatient with my ideas so I just had to do it now. I did my research though!

Prompt 22 Here

Prompt 26 Here

Yandere! Black Noir Prompts 22 + 26

“I don’t scare you, do I…?”

“Is it so hard to love me?”

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Stalking mentioned/Implied, Delusional behavior, Subtle threats, Manipulation, Forced relationship.

You remember when you used to like Supes when you were younger. It was your dream to help Superheroes be super. Then, in your adult years, you l got a job at Vought's Crisis Management.

That's when you began to know better.

No, Supes weren't heroes in your eyes. They're people with way too much power. The only reason they look good is because people like you hide their flaws.

As Vought crumbles you're left bitter. How could you not when your job has only gotten more hectic as Vought's "heroes" mess up. But you try not to complain...

You really just need the money.

You've tried your hardest to not to associate with The Seven often. You've always been on to just keep your head down. Unfortunately... you still managed to attract attention.

From one of the most feared "heroes" in Vought, too.

Black Noir... even you didn't know much about him. He wears a mask all the time, he rarely speaks, and he always seems attached to you. You know what he's capable of... which is why it scares you to know he seems interested.

It becomes increasingly hard to do your job once Black Noir grows an attachment towards you. You've been constantly raising your head to see Black Noir standing there to visit you. He never says anything... he just seems like he wants to watch you.

You try so hard to ignore him... but you will admit... the hero scares you a bit.

Despite the violence he's capable of, he seems so gentle with you. You've even caught him reaching out to touch your cheek. You don't bother complaining... Vought would ignore the issue.

While you yourself are bitter towards Vought and its "heroes", Black Noir is infatuated. The Supe can't stop looking at you. He sees you as something close to comfort... perfection.

The Supe feels he's hopelessly in love with you yet make no real indication of showing it. He wants to hold you and feel your warmth. He could stare at your face forever.

... he wishes you'd look at him the same way.

Instead he notices the glint of fear you have towards him. You try so hard to focus on work... all while Noir tries to pull you closer. He wants that fear to be gone...

He wants you to adore him...

But your adoration towards heroes is long dead by now.

Tension between you and the Supe continues to rise as you try to ignore him. You hope the loses interest. You have no idea what he wants... but his gaze is suffocating.

It isn't until the Supe pulls you away during your break that you get some sort of idea.

You feel your heart rate increase drastically as Black Noir confronts you on your lunch break. You try to communicate with him and ask him what he wants. You're alone... just how you prefer it... but it leaves you vulnerable.

Noir merely passes you a paper, encouraging you to open it. So, you do open it...

Your heart drops.

In big bold letters on the paper... there's the words 'I LOVE YOU.' You pause, looking over the paper as you feel yourself shake. You barely even notice Noir sit beside you.

Not until he wraps an arm around your waist... he's actually oddly hesitant about it.

You slowly turn to look at the black mask staring at you again. Your hands are shaking as you lightly put down the paper. Oh... this really isn't what you needed.

"Y-You... You-" You're trying so hard to say something. However, Black Noir merely cups your cheek. Why is he so gentle?

He's a murderer.

"You... can't mean... me...." You whisper, but Noir merely nods while pointing to you. Black Noir has been following you... because he loves you.

Your worst fear has come true.

"I see..." You whisper, trying to stand up. Black Noir stops you from getting up, his grip pulling you back into his side. You're stuck... unable to leave his gaze staring into your eyes.

Fear shows in them... causing Black Noir to hold you in a tight embrace.

You feel your breathing pick up... then he spoke.

“I don’t scare you, do I…?”

His tone is a whisper in your ear, a soft yet unexpected question. You're shaking against him as you stare in his eyes. He seems to be trying to comfort you... ignoring the twisted confession he had shoved upon you.

The Supe's grip tightens.

“Is it so hard to love me?” Black Noir whispers again, sounding desperate as he holds you against him. You merely shake in his arms as he strokes your head like you're a frightened animal. Yes... yes it is... you want nothing to do with him.

You wish you could find another job other than Vought... you wish other jobs paid well. But no, instead you manage to catch the eye of Vought's best assassin. The same arms holding you... could easily tear you in half.

Black Noir then picks up the paper and passes it to you again. He taps the bold letter then points to you and him. He wants you to say it.

He wants you to love him too.

You take a deep breath, wanting to appease the Supe so you could leave. Black Noir looks at you expectantly. You're forced to play such a dangerous game....

"I love you, too." You say softly, hoping to appease the Supe.

Black Noir seems to take this as a positive, holding you closer. It was as though you said some sort of vow. One that would lock you to him indefinitely...

With how things work around here...

There's probably some truth to that... perhaps you really did just sign yourself away to a psychopath... all for the money.

[lumierexfics]

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Postal service rules : Don’t request any NSFW for TMC/The Mandela catalogue. Don’t request any kinks that involve bodily fluids. Don’t request any minor characters aged up for NSFW requests.

[Requests/Letters delivered : 8 out of 14]

You are beginning to make a letter for that special person, where do they live?

Detective Comics / Arkhamverse

Squid Game

Dead by Daylight

Elden Ring

The Mandela Catalogue

Ghost ( Band )

Identity V

The Magnus Archives

The Outlast Series

How long is your letter?

Couple pages, Oneshot

A page, Headcanons + Short fanfic

What envelope did you choose for the letter?

Blue Envelope, Angst

Red Envelope, NSFW

Lavender Envelope, Platonic

Pink Envelope, Fluff

What stamp did you put on the envelope?

Heart themed stamp, No AU

City themed stamp, Ex-Husband/Wife/Spouse AU

Food themed stamp, Slasher AU

Animal themed stamp, Monster AU

Bird themed stamp, Apocalypse AU

Semi-postal stamp, Hospital AU

NetStamp, Detective / Killer AU

Forever stamp, Yandere AU

Flower themed stamp, Cult AU

Ocean themed stamp, Siren AU

Horseshoe themed stamp, Wild West AU

What else did you put in the letter? (Optional)

Dried flowers : Early morning prompts

Paper hearts : Fluff scenarios

Paper flowers : Platonic sentence starters

Pink wax seal : Found family prompts

Scented letter : Levels of intimacy

One ring : Smut Prompts

Kiss stains : Inexperienced smut prompts

Photographs : Smut sentence starters

Deep blue wax seal : 20 prompts for friends with benefits to lovers

[8myass]

.. smiles .. pairing. wong kunhang/hendery x female reader, feat. xiaojun genre. angst, smut pov. second person (you, yours, yourself, etc.) synopsis. he fell for the way you smiled for him. wc. 1.3k cw. yandere!hendery, idol!hendery, talk show host!reader tw. cursing, stalking, drugging, pet names (‘my love’, ‘sugar’, ‘darling’), dubcon aspects, infidelity, fingering, slight gaslighting a/n. came up with this idea after watching the episode of unbelievable that hendery and xiaojun were on together.

You talked like you owned the entire room, hands moving in gestures to truly enunciate the sentences you sang out, soft bangs falling over your forehead while you fidgeted in your seat. You were perfect for a talk show host. You had that very distinct presence about you that would make anyone interested in the topic at hand. Something so simple as brushing your teeth could become a conversation starter deserving of an hour’s worth of words.

You were so sweet, too. You’d make the guests on your show seem like their opinions were the most important things in the world. You sure made Hendery feel that way. He was an idol of a few years now, but coming onto this show was the first thing he’s done where he needed to share his thoughts with someone other than his bandmates, one of whom also joined him on the show. Luckily for him, his bandmate, Xiaojun, would cover for him whenever he went silent, thinking that he simply had nothing to discuss on the subject. No, he had plenty of opinions he could share with the hosts. But you were too mind-boggling that he continuously managed to find himself distracted by the way you flipped your hair over your shoulder when it tickled the exposed skin of your arm, adjusted the way your cropped top rested above your belly button to leave just the right amount to the imagination as it matched nicely with your tiny skirt that cut off before it could trail too high up your pretty thighs, hands fiddling with the dry flesh around your cuticles out of semi-nervousness when the attention was all on you.

He found that he adored your smile, the way your entire face would light up when you laughed, pearly white teeth exposing, gums popping out, eyes forming crescent shapes as your cheeks perked up. You were gorgeous when you smiled.

He wanted to make you smile more, laugh more, so he made it a point to speak up more, saying the silliest and most unserious things to get your face to contort in that beautiful way over and over again. He liked it, loved it, when he was able to make you smile, all for him.

And the moment your hand pressed against his knee, warm palm only lingering on the clothed skin for a few seconds, but it left a lasting sensation. The moment you did that, he had completely lost himself into you. He was prepared to dive all in.

As you left to head home that night, you’d see him in the lobby, brushing off his jacket before throwing it over his shoulders, hair sloppily falling over his face.

“Hey,” you called, hurrying your feet over toward him. As soon as his wide eyes met yours, you smiled at him sweetly, “Hendery, right? How’s it going? I thought you and Xiaojun had left already.”

“Yeah, we did, but I forgot my coat,” he rubbed the back of his neck, uncomfortably laughing, “I’ll be going now.”

“Got a ride? I can take you if you want,” you shrugged, knowing he had no ride. That was one of the topics you discussed with him today.

After accepting the offer, he was actually sitting in your car. You stopped for gas on the way there, allowing him the chance to search through your belongings. It was definitely not the most honest thing for him to do, and stealing an empty bottle or a used tampon applicator was an even more dishonest thing, but he couldn’t contain himself. The scent of you was all over the items littering your car, he wanted to take it all. He wanted to take you. But he refrained long enough to get to his dorms.

He couldn’t invite you in, not into the place he was living at. If he brought you inside, the boys would poke fun at him, suggest and speak things that are crude and disgusting, so he didn’t get to bring you inside, sending you on your way as soon as he got out of the car, waving you off. He wanted to cry, slam his head against the wall. How could he not bring you inside? What was he thinking? He could’ve snuck you in, if there’s a way, he could do it. But no, this was the right decision.

Especially considering it wasn’t the last time he’d see you. The next times, however, you might not see him. He found out where you were living – staying at your sister’s for the time being, only until you got back on track with your money, you were waiting for your career to take off. He could take care of you, you should really just let him. But as he watched your beautiful figure dance naked around your room in a hurry to get a pair of comfortable pajamas on, his delusional mind began to process something. You wouldn’t love him in all the ways he loved you. You probably didn’t even remember who he was. 

Sure, he was an idol. But you weren’t into those kinds of things. Your head was either buried in a book or writing the scripts and questions for your show. You weren’t listening to his music or watching his videos or listening to his voice, you weren’t concerned with who he was in any sense, no context of him was fascinating to you.

He wanted you to remember him, remember who he was after the next meeting you had.

“Missed me, my love?” he smiled, hands snaking around your waist. Your body tensed, but soon relaxed when you felt his lips gently kissing along the soft skin of your neck. “Because I know I missed you so fucking much.”

You weren’t yourself, unable to properly feel who you were becoming, what he was doing to you. You didn’t know who it was, had no idea it was Hendery. You didn’t even remember him, he was completely right. When you showed up at your work building that morning, a syringe was injected in your neck before you could enter the front doors, being dragged away to a fancy hotel where now you’re gazing out across the city from a balcony, a random man wrapped up behind you, slowly falling against his touch, too touch-starved to say no to the desperate need to let your body give in. Not to mention the fact you thought it was your loving boyfriend, the man who you so badly wanted to spend the rest of your life with. He vowed to keep sex off-limits until marriage, and when he proposed, you were ecstatic that you were getting closer to that marriage dream of yours.

Still feeling the effects of the burning fluid seeping through your veins, you slurred, “Waiting for marriage?”

“Forget that,” he groaned into your ear, nibbling on your lobe as his hands trailed along your perfect body, deciding to play into your little delusions.

“You sure?” you gasped, feeling a harsh hand slip down your pants, touching you delicately with every hint of love in the way his fingers moved inside you.

“You’re gonna remember me after tonight, darling,” he spun you around, butt pressing against the edge of the railing, eyes meeting yours. He saw the moment you noticed who it was, the moment you realized it wasn’t your beloved fiance. “You won’t be able to forget me again.”

“Wh-what are you-” you started, squirming in his grasp, body being stricken with panic and fear at the sight of the unknown man before you. You didn’t have it in you to pull his hand out of your pants, fingers still curled up into you, causing your mind to fuzzy more and more with each movement of his wrist. 

His voice was quick to cut your whined words off, cooing sweetly, “Where’s that smile I’m looking for, sugar?”

You couldn’t speak, head spinning as it fell back, nails digging into his shoulder to keep you stable against the railing. 

“Don’t you like this?”

[love-toxin]

Miss Ellie, may I humbly request Tsung with the Stuck VII prompt? 👉👈 Cannae stop thinking abt a mean girl darling sitting on his dick while he’s trying to focus n’ read for his classes. <3

YES!! YOU MAY <33 !!! ugh i love mean readers <33

VII - "Don't you dare make a mess."

(cws: fem!bully!darling, unprotected sex, name-calling, established relationship, semi-public sex, pussydrunk tsung, jealousy, possessiveness)

“Dumbshit,” You hissed, leering at him over his shoulder. That wasn't true at all–most of your insults were, but not that. Tsung was pathetic, small, and spineless, but he wasn't stupid. He just acted like it whenever you were there to give him a hard time. 

The kid squirmed in his seat; ‘kid’, you couldn't stop calling him that, even though he wasn't much younger than you were. Tsung didn't even flinch at your insults anymore, only when you threatened to hit him. As you circled around the library desk, his eyes darted away from the notebooks scattered in front of him to watch your pointed nails scrape over the glazed wood. As they scaled his thin arm, the pale skin exposed beyond the sleeves of his white button-up, he finally shuddered at the light, pink scratches you left behind. Your mark. His pen trembled in his hand and left blue ink trails over what he'd written from his textbook. 

“Tryin’ not to fail?” You questioned him numbly, barely letting slip the hold you had on your stern expression, like you were his teacher evaluating his progress. Tsung just trembled in his seat. “Answer me, dumbshit.” You shoved at his head, just to make him think a little bit while he sat there like a pet store goldfish in a bag. He mumbled something into his hand and you urged him to speak up.

“Chemistry,” His voice squeaked somewhat, not helped by the fact that he was actively avoiding looking you in the eyes, like you were a predator that would pounce at the first sign of contest. “I'm r-reviewing chemistry…just making sure I'm ahead.” 

“Oh yeah?” You scoffed. “Shit's hard. You're gonna fail no matter what-” 

“I'm not going to fail.” He snapped back. Oh, now he was looking at you, and those red eyes were stern for only a second before he remembered his place, and turned back to his notes. Sore spot. Perfect for digging in. 

“Twat.” With a huff, you stepped around him and yanked his hair on the way by, jerking his head back an inch. Yet he still went back to studying like it didn't even hurt. “When's your dick available? When you're not sucking off the prof for those As, that is.” You tugged on his ear, and Tsung's squirming and flushed cheeks returned at full force as he squeaked. 

“I-I can't do it today. And I don't d-do that-” 

“Don't give a fuck.” You hauled yourself up on the table and sat by his notes, your feet barely brushing the ground as your legs dangled over the edge. No doubt he could see up your skirt from this angle, and knowing this perv, you were shocked he didn't just give up the act at once and shove his face under there. “Take it out.” 

You watched him huff, and glance around, before picking his pen back up and scribbling something into the margins of his notebook. “I-I don't…have any, um…”

“Condoms?” You tilted your head, only to kick his seat out of annoyance when he nodded meekly. “Fucker. You wanna trap me? That your plan? Fuckin’ asshole.” You growled down at him. He shook his head, but that wasn't nearly enough to sate you. You kicked at his leg this time, and finally, he obeyed–the soft zzzzip echoing through the otherwise quiet library. 

“How pathetic is that?” You murmured, zeroing in on the half-soft, pale knob of flesh that was already rosy and beading at the tip as he pulled it out. Tsung knew not to stroke it, but he didn't even need to; it was growing on its own, stiffening at the cool air and your attention fixated on it. “Don't hafta touch that thing for it to stand up.” 

“I-It…likes…you.” He admitted shamefully, yet he didn't tear his gaze away and try to hide as he often would. As much as you mocked his third limb, there was little you could do to restrict your fascination with it. Even though Tsung was a deplorable freak…well, so were you. 

“Rub it, freak.” You narrowed your eyes down at him. “I know you want to.” 

“Not here,” He whimpered, but hovered his hand over his lap anyways. Aside from one other person at a table several aisles away–a boy in a huge sweater with headphones over his short, black hair–it was just the two of you in sight. You waited, and he hesitated, and finally you couldn't take it any more. With your skirt flipped up to boast a pair of new, lacy panties, you slid off the table and down into his lap, where one brush of his engorged tip against you revealed that they were indeed crotchless, just like he suspected. Tsung's breath hitched and his head hung back over his chair, struggling to keep his hands gripping the arms for support as you eased yourself on to his frustratingly addictive length. The curls of his dark pubes kissed your clit, as if welcoming you on to your throne with a delightful tickle. 

It pissed you off to see him in so much bliss from something so simple. None of the other guys you'd ever fucked would melt like this, crumble under you at just the feeling of slipping inside, nor would they cling to you like Tsung did as if every time was as intense as the first. 

“Mmh–like that, idiot?” You mewled softly against his ear, with your teeth just barely grazing the flushed skin. “No condom, no nothin’. Don't you dare make a mess.” 

“I-I ca-can't-”

“Shut up.” Your hips swished wetly against his own as you readjusted. “Do your homework.” 

“N-Need to-” He swallowed meekly, sweat dripping down his neck. “Wanna hump y-” 

“Then do it, mutt.” You shushed in his ear. “Hump me. And don't take your fuckin’ eyes off these chem notes while you do it.” Reaching behind yourself, you fumbled for his pen and plucked it off his notebook, shoving it into his hand before you pulled him into a stuffy, tight embrace. Sitting chest-to-chest, his cock twitching inside your snugly-fitting walls, it almost felt like coming home. Not that you'd ever tell this little stalker that. 

Tsung's nails bit into your waist as he trembled insistently, the tip of his pen scratching the paper erratically as he tried to write something, anything down. It really had you dripping when you listened to him mumbling to himself, reciting some science mumbo-jumbo jargon under his breath like the stupidly smart fucking nerd he was. Being a dork, a creep, and having a nice dick didn't seem fair at all. 

“You're actually studying,” Your grin against his cheek made him stiffen with your comment, though his cock kept spasming with heat despite himself. “Cocky twerp.” 

“Quiet,” He gasped through his teeth. “Can't focus.” The fucking nerve of this kid! You could just grab his scrawny little throat and-!

“Ah-!” Tsung tore a sweet, fluttering moan out of your throat as he bucked, one hand steadying your lower back while the other attended to his diligent note-taking. He slowly bounced you on his lap like he was carefully swirling a glass of wine, needy for your warmth but cognizant enough to not spill over too fast. 

“I love you,” He whimpered with his eyes squeezed shut, clearly lost in the moment. “I love you, I love you-” 

“Shut the fuck up!” You hissed back, though the plapping of his nuts on your backside wasn't at all helping the matter. “Just stroke your gross dick off and keep your mouth shut!” 

“Love this pussy,” He kept babbling, nearly incoherent as he pushed you up against the table. “Need it, need more, gimme more-” The thump of his textbook sliding off and hitting the floor gave you pause, but the lone student's head didn't even turn, and Tsung kept backing you up until you were sprawled out on top of his study materials and notes, his eyes rolling back in his head. “More-” 

“Tsung!” You squirmed in his hold, only to be pinned down by his shoulders sinking into yours, his knee propped up on the table for leverage as he thrusted like he wanted to break you over it. Drooling into your open mouth, Tsung licked your tongue in a sloppy kiss, forcing your head back with the pressure of his lips. 

From further down the library corridor, you caught the sound of doors opening and closing, peppered by the boisterous laughter of some frat guys approaching the main lobby. If they only stepped inside, and came around the corner, they would…

You gritted your teeth, yanked his head back, and looked into those scarlet-red eyes that begged you not to make him stop. “This dick is mine, get it? All fuckin’ mine.” You growled a hair's breadth from his lips. “Stick it anywhere else and I'll cut the goddamn thing off.” 

Tsung's mouth split into an exhausted, yet borderline delusional grin. Ignorant to the noises growing closer outside, his expression flashed with a twinge of fury when you dared to turn your head towards the sound–Tsung’s cold fingers clamped down on your jaw and he forced you back to look at him, eyes aflame with jealousy like he wasn't already gliding his cock through your slick-soaked folds. As if he hadn't already roped you in with his dorky, psychotic charm and hooked you on his dick like you were starved for it. Only when you were looking at him did he feel whole, and could manage to smile again. 

“I named my fleshlight after you, y'know.”

“Gross.” You rolled your eyes, struggling against him as you teetered between cumming and keeping it at bay. 

“I taped your photo to it, and I cum in it every day.” 

“Ew!” You shoved his chest, only for him to steal an especially wet kiss from you. “Fucking psycho. Get help.” Tsung aimed his hips and plunged them downwards in a sudden frenzy, clearly chasing his end as his cock twitched like it was itching to cum inside you. Chants of I love you, I love you, I love you whispered in a whiny tone against your lips, each plap plap plap ringing out in the dull silence of the library. 

Then, finally, Tsung stilled. His fingers frantically rubbed at your clit and he eased off to give himself space to reach it, but he couldn't get too far–no, you leg-locked him before he could, just to make it even more impossible for him not to cry out as he slumped against you, and shuddered through an unfathomably strong orgasm. 

Ugh, this was a mistake, you thought as you tipped over the edge yourself, and squirmed beneath his weight with a restless heat finally popping into a wave of blissful, spine-arching pleasure between your legs. Tsung just couldn't get close enough as he fought to squeeze your thumping chest to his, and let your juices run freely down his lap and splatter all over his precious notes beneath the two of you, peppered with a few drops of his pearly, sticky cum. 

By the time the front doors squeaked open to let the newcomers in, Tsung had already pulled you back down in his lap and given you one last squeeze. He tugged your skirt over your legs, kissed your cheek, and helped you slide into the seat beside him just as the rowdy frat guys entered the table area and took their seats barely a few feet away. While you sat and caught your breath, the one student that had remained during your romp gathered his things up and quickly scurried away like a skittish little bunny. You heaved a soft sigh, and Tsung merely cleared his throat as he tilted his flushed face down, and went back to studying like nothing had happened. 

But you watched him click his pen anxiously, tap his foot under the table, and chew his lip–and when he glanced back over at you, and broke into the biggest, silent grin as your willing conspirator, you shoved his elbow with a scoff that wasn't quite strong enough to dim his mood. 

Fucking loser. You thought to yourself, while you felt his seed leak between your thighs and puddle in the dip of your skirt beneath you.

[modifiedmonster]

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𖤐 Dark side 𖤐

“Don’t be stupid. You won’t be any fun if you’re dead.”

“Tell me how much you love me.”

“You know you’re mine, don’t you?”

“You’re all mine, and you’re not going anywhere.”

“I’m madly in love with you.”

“If you don’t kiss me , i’ll slit your fucking throat.”

“You’re such a pretty little thing all tied up like that, baby.”

“I’ll carve my name into your back if that’s what I have to do to let you know you’re mine.”

“I hate it when they look at you…so fucking much…”

“Stop making noises, or i’ll have to gag you.”

“Me , jealous? Yes.”

𖤐 Light side 𖤐

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“It’s late , shouldn’t you be asleep?"

“I’m all yours , and i’m not going anywhere.

“I am not losing you again.”

“I need you to forgive me.”

“Just tell me what you need. Let me give it to you ?”

“You have my full attention”

“You’re all I want…You’re all I have.”

“I truly do love you , i’ll even prove it.”

“You desere better. Lucky for you , I am better.”

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[elefishwrites]

Intro Post + Rules ☆

hello, all!

my true name'll remain a mystery for now, because quite frankly i'm... a little embarassed about what i'll be doing here (not that there's anything wrong with it of course but i still haven't fully beaten out that part of my brain calling me cringe x_x) so please, call me Ele, Fishy, or Elefish!

this'll be, as i'm sure you predicted reading the above sentence, (and the tags) an x reader blog! i've been reading self-insert fiction since i was young, and i'd like to practice my writing ability more consistently, so... it makes sense!

admittedly, i can't guarantee how quickly requests will be done; i'm quite a busy fish, and i spend a lot of time on my other hobbies!

but if you're patient, and you're willing to take a gander at my writings even if i don't always have confidence in them, great! welcome to the library ^^

ah... also, my characterisation might be a bit shaky in places, at least upon first writing for them!

i won't write for characters i'm not attached to, as well! or if i'm not sure how to write them...!

oh, and the more specific you are the better! it isn't a requirement but it certainly helps! this fish is a little bad at coming up with ideas on their own, so every detail helps!

feel free to send me regular asks and the like too; i'm super friendly and i'd love to talk to you folk, i'm sure i could even make a few friends! ☆

What I will write?

☆ Fluff

☆ Angst w/ a happy ending

☆ Poly/Multiple characters

☆ Yandere

☆ Basically, anything that isn't on my won't list!

What I won't write?

☆ Smut (i'm a minor, so~rry! possibly in the future?)

☆ Angst with no comfort

☆ Characters not on the masterlist

☆ Pedophillia...

☆ Basically anything proshippy...

the above two lists ARE subject to change as i think of things, so be sure to have a peek at them every now and again! oh, and if you're unsure about something, don't be afraid to ask!

requests will, by default, be in a hc format, so please specify if you'd like it differently...!

onto our masterlists!

i'll, um, organise these into seperate posts later. this is just for a starter.

Block Tales

☆ Tutorial Terry (platonic only)

[nothin' here yet!]

☆ Red N' Blue (also platonic only)

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Noobador

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Kitchen Wizard

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Cruel King

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Kyoko

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Gr13f3r

[nothin' here yet!]

Dandy's World

♡ Hatred

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Poppy

poppy x GN reader who's chill and down to earth hcs!

♡ Boxten

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Finn

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Shrimpo

shrimpo x GN reader romantic hcs!

twisted shrimpo x GN reader x twisted glisten hcs!

♡ Goob

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Scraps

scraps x GN reader romantic hcs!

♡ Glisten

twisted glisten x GN reader x twisted shrimpo hcs!

♡ Cosmo

cosmo & GN reader platonic hcs!

♡ Sprout

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Astro

[nothin' here yet!]

☆ Pebble (platonically <<")

[nothin' here yet!]

The Fruitless Quests Of Nabiu

☆ Nabiu (platonically cough)

[nothin' here yet!]

♡ Karoto

[nothin' here yet!]

(there isn't a whole lot here yet, but i may open up new fandoms for request if i want to!)

[francis-writes]

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜ from the horror themed sentence starter, and if it’s ok…

An ask with Dom! Frollo x reader (maybe some yandere vibes, but 🤷‍♀️ go crazy w/ it )

Sooo I mixed it.

And yeah, I put in Gaston, what about it?

Tw: death, dub-con

❛ you want me to shut him up for you? ❜

You nodded and laid your head on Claude's chest. He was like a miracle, when you didn't expect it. Your prince charming. You started a romance with him, because you adored him. He was handsome, smart, caring. Now that he offered to take care of your unwanted adorator, it was only a nice addition to your relation.

That boy bothered you for so long, visiting you uninvited, sending gifts (if you can call animal's head a gift), even arranging your wedding without asking you first. You thought you would never get rid of him. All the people adored him and told you that he's the best option for husband. No one would take your side. But now, when you had heart of powerful minister of justice, Gaston was no longer a problem. Even he wouldn't dare to risk the Judge's wrath, and if he would ignore the warning, he would spend a few weeks in the dungeons. As a reminder.

Claude was caressing your hair as you listened to his heartbeat and thought about bright future awaiting you.

**

You were lost in thoughts, when you heard footsteps on the corridor. You twitched reflexively but then reminded yourself to stay calm. Doors opened and your husband walked in.

"How is my beauty doing?"

You smiled to him as he put the hands on your shoulder.

"Fine, my love"

"I'm glad to hear that" his hands moved lower, sliding under your dress. He squeezed your breasts but you didn't react. You were used to his displays of affection. "I would hate to hear that my wife is unhappy"

"But..." you bite your lip and hesitated.

Frollo leaned over and bite your earlobe.

"Yes? Don't worry, tell me whatever you want"

"When I will be able to go upstairs?"

He took one hand from your breast and started caressing your thigh.

"I don't know, after what happened recently..."

"Oh, Claude, I just missed my family"

"And that's why you ran away?"

You looked at him, trying to melt his heart but you knew inside, there was no point. You can't move what isn't there.

"I didn't run away..."

He squeezed your thigh so hard you groaned.

"You left the house in secret. I thought I would never see you again"

"You would never let me leave the house-" you fell silent as he slapped you. You delicatly touched stinging cheek, looking away from him.

"Then why did you disrespected my decision?!"

You closed your eyes and a few tears ran down your cheeks.

"I- I missed them..." you whispered. "And I would go back to you... you didn't have to set their home on fire"

"I thought they kidnapped you. I needed to punish them as criminals" his voice was stone cold but you could bet he was smiling saying that.

"You want to see the sun again? Feel the fresh air? Sleep on bed instead of cold floor? Then you have to apologize to me"

"Forgive me"

"No, you have to apologize properly"

You holded back the sigh, not wanting to anger him more. You stood up and took of your clothes. Claude was looking at you with a predatory smile. There was a hunger in his eyes as if you were his prey he would devour for dinner.

He pulled you closer and made you sit on his lap. His hands were roaming across your body. You didn't even pay attention to the sensations as you were thinking about when it all started. And if you could notice something and go away before it was too late.

Frollo was pretty possesive even before your wedding but then you thought it was cute and that he simply cares about you. Sure, he wanted you to spend all your time with him instead of meeting your friends, but you were in love and that was what you wanted as well.

First thing that actually made you worried, was during the wedding night when he gifted you Gaston's head. But even then you tried to explain to yourself that Claude was just really angry on how Gaston treated you.

But it became worse when he started locking you in your room. You didn't even had doors leading to the corridor, your room was connected only with Frollo's room so he could see you whenever he wanted. Actually not even servants were visiting you.

When the deed was done, Claude simply got up and went to the door.

"Wait, can I go back upstairs? To... our bedroom?"

Before he managed to answer, you heard the bells ringing. Claude smiled.

"It's a funeral" he explained.

"Whose?"

"Yours. After you died in the fire with your family" He stood in the corridor, lit only by the faint glow of torches "No one will ever look for a dead one"

After those words, he closed the doors of your cell.