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Yandere Kel, Sunny, Basil, Aubrey, and Hero sitting in their S/O's lap - Omori

[yandere Kel x reader]

-he usually likes to lie on you so if you redirect him to your lap, he'll get attached

-he's not afraid of affection at all, so if you want him in your lap he'll do it

-but then he gets too comfortable with it

-sitting on the couch? he's in your lap. trying to get work done at your desk? he's in your lap.

-sometimes he'll still try to sit in your lap even if you aren't sitting!

-he's at first a little bashful about being in your lap

-he always wants to be manlier and impress you, so he feels like he shouldn't be the one in your lap

-but once you reassure him and he gets used to it, he's totally blissed out

-he becomes very proud as if he isn't the one in your lap

-he's lounging around, nuzzling into your and bragging to anyone who mentions it

-he's a little to excited to fall asleep, but he probably would eventually since he's so reluctant to leave your lap

-you probably need to remind him not to yell since he's right in your ear

-he's usually pretty chill but he will get frustrated at people interrupting you both like this

-he can get into petty arguments so he'll usually just stomp over to you for comfort

-if you are preoccupied, just lean back and he'll just sit in your lap and pout until he feels better

-your lap is his favorite chair now, so get comfortable

[yandere Sunny x reader]

-the moment he trusts you, he'll get cozy in your lap like a cat

-he's not too shy about it since I can imagine him doing it to people he's close to before

-but now you're all he cares about so be prepared for a clingy cat

-he IMMEDIATELY falls asleep in your lap

-and he's not shy in public either

-if you're at a picnic with everyone, he's not embarrassed to crawl in your lap and take a nap while everyone chats

-if he can't sleep, he'll just stare up at you until he drifts off

-he can be at peace in any scenario as long as he's in your lap

-he definitely dreams in faraway about this, completely isolated with you while sitting in your lap

-it's a common joke among the entire group that he's glued to your lap

-he doesn't care about any sort of teasing and is way more upset when someone tries to convince him he actually needs to leave your lap every now and then

-if you can handle it, he'll just crawl on your back if you need to get up

-he doesn't get emotional all too often, but if he does then it's your lap he runs to

-jealousy of a chummy stranger, fear of SOMETHING, or any damage he's taken after a fight can be fixed when he crawls into your lap

-this is his default cuddle position, so get used to letting him in your lap because he won't listen to you if you ask him to move

[yandere Basil x reader]

-he's superrr shy so you'll have to tell him to sit on your lap

-he's extremely rigid and doesn't know what to do with his hands so he just stares down and keeps his hands in his lap

-you'll have to gently push him against you so he can actually get comfortable

-he's one of the few that won't sit in your lap and go to sleep or watch TV

-he'll just stay facing towards you, watching your face

-don't feel pressured to stare back because if you do he'll probably pass out

-movie nights are useless dates since he'll just crawl into your lap and watch your face

-he's pretty shy with PDA, but if he feels he needs to sit in your lap he may or may not ask if you need to sit down just to get into your lap

-he's very emotional, so he needs to sit in your lap and cry into your shoulder sometime

-and with everything he does he'll try and find a new way to make it a way to manipulate you

-so even if you don't feel like having him in your lap, he's going to cry until you let him

-and if he thinks you're getting distant then he'll crawl into your lap and then cry

-especially if there's a reason that you need to get up for any reason because then he'll be sad and jealous!

-it's just plain greed- if you keep letting him in his lap, he'll get more dependent on being in your lap

-sure, if you limit his time in your lap then he won't be as addicted to it, but then he'll just find something else to latch onto like holding hands or petting his hair

-he's as greedy as he is clingy

[yandere Aubrey x reader]

-she's probably the most shy about it

-she really doesn't want to look soft in front of anyone and really wants to be strong for you

-sometimes she'll pull you into her lap in a way to show that she can protect you or calm her jealousy

-but if you ever see her crying or if she opens up to you, she really needs you to just pull her into your lap and comfort her

-her anger and aggressive behavior is just a facade

-she's just a soft and vulnerable person who wants to rely on someone

-she latches onto you and cries until she can't

-afterwards, she's going to need to sit there a lot more often

-i mean, she opened up to you! she ripped her heart out and gave it to you! you need to let her in your lap whenever she wants

-sometime she'll just order you to sit on the sidewalk just so she can cuddle into your lap

-all of your dates will usually involve her cuddling up to your lap or at the very least laying her head in your lap

-she loves sitting by the pond and just lying in your lap, it's one of the few times she won't force herself to be mean or have to deal with the stress around her

-at first she wouldn't want other people to know that she's that vulnerable

-but eventually, she realizes its nobody else's business and will just kick anyone's ass who teases her about it

-and if somebody tries to make you get up and steal your attention (which usually just means somebody asked you to move because you're in the way or made prior plans) she'll crash out

-she'll push them back into a trash can or tree and just drag you to her house where you both won't be bothered

-she really just needs this time with you, it's the only time she can be herself

[yandere Hero x reader]

-he's not used to this

-he's the tall gentleman, he feels like he needs to be the one to let you lie in his lap like a princess

-so he's very flustered when you pull him into your lap

-it's very refreshing, though

-he's always trying to be the best for everyone around him, so its so relaxing to just have someone else take care of him

-he's probably going to be the one who hops in your lap the least, but it's not a one time thing

-every now and then he'll get super burnt out and he just nervously asks if he can crawl into your lap and have you comfort him

-if you ever offer it, he'll immediately agree

-he's not shy at all and will just chuckle and lie into your lap

-definitely the type to take a nap whenever he gets into your lap because it's such a relaxing change of pace

-he will give a little pout if you have to get up, but he's not as bad as the others where he'll try and make you stay with threats or manipulation

-he'll just distract himself by baking for you or writing some sappy love letters since he's such a sap

-so even though he's more casual then the rest about this, he's probably the most appreciative of it on a mental level

-he's the one with the most responsibilities and also hardly gets comforted like the others could

-plus, he loves when you take the lead for once, it flusters him like crazy!

[buttercandy16]

Consequences to your Actions

PAIRING(s): Agatha Harkness x Reader, Rio Vidal x Reader

SUMMARY: A woman, betrayed by her wife, embarks on an affair with her boss, Agatha Harkness. Agatha's control leads to a divorce, but when the truth emerges, it’s too late—Agatha will do anything to keep her.

WARNING(s): Infidelity, Manipulation, Obsession, Implied Stalking, Betrayal, Deception, Abuse, Control, Gaslighting, Dub-Con, SMUT, and other Dark themes I forgot to mention.

A/N: The itching need to add Rio even if I'm only writing her as a minor character. Enjoy!

You should’ve known something was wrong the moment Rio started coming home late. At first, she had excuses—work meetings that ran over, urgent deadlines at her law firm, impromptu drinks with colleagues. You didn’t think much of it at first; your own work at Harkness Industries was demanding enough, and you weren’t about to begrudge her the same kind of schedule.

But as the weeks went by, the excuses started to feel hollow. She became distant, absent even when she was physically there. When she kissed you, it was fleeting. When she held you, it felt like her arms were a cage keeping something unspoken inside.

And then there was her phone.

It started buzzing at odd hours—late at night, early in the morning. She was quick to silence it, brushing off your questions with tight-lipped explanations. “It’s just work,” she’d say, or, “You know how chaotic things get this time of year.”

You wanted to believe her. God, you needed to believe her. But the unease festered.

Your life began unraveling on a quiet Tuesday evening. You hadn’t expected it—betrayal rarely came with a warning. As you walked into the apartment, exhausted from work, Rio stood in the kitchen, fiddling with her phone. At first, it seemed innocent, just another moment of routine. But when you greeted her, she flinched, quickly locking the device and shoving it into her pocket.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your voice soft but tinged with curiosity.

“Nothing.” She gave you a nervous smile, brushing past to put the kettle on. “How was work?”

Her attempt to divert the conversation only made you more suspicious. It wasn’t like her to be evasive. Still, you brushed it off. Maybe you were overthinking things.

But the unease didn’t go away. In fact, it worsened as the days passed.

Late one night, unable to sleep, you saw Rio’s phone buzzing on the nightstand. The name flashing on the screen—"Unknown"—was strange enough. Stranger still was the message preview: “Can’t stop thinking about you. Last night…”

You froze, nausea twisting your stomach. Before you could react, Rio stirred, taking the phone in her hand and quickly silencing it.

“What are you doing?” she mumbled, clearly trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

“Who is this?” you demanded.

“It’s not what it looks like,” she stammered, her voice shaky. “That’s—she’s just a friend. It’s not like that.”

“A friend?” You couldn’t stop the bitter laugh that escaped you. “Who texts their friends last night was amazing?”

She tried to defend herself, but the damage was done. You didn’t believe her. How could you? A message like that wasn’t innocent. Not when it left a dull ache pounding in your chest every time her phone buzzed. That pain, the uncertainty, stuck with you. It hung in the back of your mind at work, bled into your daily routines, and stole your ability to focus on anything else. You stopped going to bed with her. Stopped sharing your dreams or your fears because you weren’t sure if she deserved them anymore.

The seeds of doubt had taken root, and no amount of reassurance could pull them out.

At work, you found no reprieve. If anything, your performance began to suffer. Tasks that once came easily felt impossible to focus on. Meetings dragged on, your mind wandering to the phone calls and late nights that awaited you at home.

And that’s when Agatha Harkness began to notice you.

You’d always admired her from a distance—the way she commanded attention in every room she entered, the sharp confidence in her stride, the cool authority in her voice. As the CEO of Harkness Industries, she was untouchable, her presence as formidable as the empire she’d built.

The sound of heels clicking against the tiled floor broke your spiral of thoughts.

“[Your Last Name],” Agatha said, her smooth, smoky voice cutting through the hum of the nearly empty office. You jumped slightly, not expecting her presence this late. Looking up, you saw her—impeccably dressed, her charcoal-gray suit tailored to fit her tall, sharp frame. Her silver jewelry gleamed in the pale fluorescent lighting. Her presence dominated the room, her piercing blue eyes narrowed on you.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, though the amusement in her tone betrayed her true intentions. Agatha didn’t ask questions unless she already knew the answers.

“Yes, Ms. Harkness,” you replied stiffly, quickly closing your laptop. “Just catching up on some work.”

She leaned against your desk, clearly not buying it. “You’ve been… off lately,” she said, her voice softening ever so slightly, though her usual smirk stayed in place. “If something’s wrong, you can always come to me, you know.”

You hesitated. There was something unnervingly genuine in her tone, but that wasn’t what threw you off. What unsettled you was the realization that her gaze wasn’t just observing you—it was studying you, drinking in every little tell, every weakness.

“Thanks, but it’s personal,” you muttered, reaching for your bag.

She raised an eyebrow, giving you an indulgent smile. “Personal, huh? Let me guess—relationship trouble?”

You froze, your hands stiffening on the strap of your bag. She tilted her head, and for a moment, her smirk softened into something like sympathy. But even then, her eyes glinted with a hunger you didn’t fully understand.

The question caught you off guard, your heart skipping a beat. “What makes you say that?”

She shrugged, leaning against your desk with an air of casual confidence. “Call it intuition. But if there’s something you want to talk about…” She let the sentence trail off, her piercing blue eyes holding yours for a moment too long.

You shook your head, brushing her off with a polite smile. “Thanks, but I’m fine.”

But Agatha wasn’t one to let things go so easily.

It started innocently enough. After that conversation, Agatha began to invite you out. Sometimes it was coffee before a morning meeting, other times drinks after hours in her office. At first, you felt awkward accepting her invitations. She was your boss, after all. But you were desperate for a distraction from the storm at home—and she always had a way of drawing you in, her words dripping with charisma.

She began offering casual advice or anecdotes from her life. Before you knew it, she wasn’t just a boss—she was a confidante.

You never meant to open up to her about Rio. It happened one particularly draining night when you were both finishing late meetings. Agatha poured you a drink, her glass already half-empty as she leaned back in her leather office chair.

“Darling, what’s eating at you?” she asked casually, swirling the whiskey in her glass. “You look… burdened.”

It was her words—so precise and unnervingly accurate—that broke something in you. “It’s my wife,” you admitted, staring into your glass. “I think she’s cheating on me.”

Agatha didn’t react immediately. She studied you, her expression unreadable. “Cheating?” she repeated, her tone deliberate. “Or do you know it for a fact?”

You hesitated, recounting the texts, the lies, the evasive behavior. Agatha nodded slowly, her lips curving into a faint smirk. “Sounds like you already know the truth,” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “You’re just afraid to admit it.”

Her words hit you harder than you expected. And though you tried to shake it off, Agatha had a way of making the impossible seem logical. She fed into your doubts, her every comment precise and calculated. “She doesn’t deserve you. Not if she could betray you like that.”

Weeks passed, and Agatha grew bolder. She started showing up by your desk during breaks, brushing her hand across yours under the guise of sharing paperwork. She leaned a little too close when she whispered in your ear during meetings, and her compliments shifted from professional to deeply personal.

One night, she invited you to her penthouse.

The space was breathtaking: high ceilings, glittering chandeliers, and an unobstructed view of the city skyline. You felt out of place amidst the luxury, but Agatha made you feel welcome. She poured you wine, teasing you gently about your stiff posture.

“Relax, darling,” she said, her voice low. “This isn’t work. Consider it a treat for all your hard efforts.”

You tried to keep your guard up, but the wine and her proximity eroded your resolve. She was magnetic, her every gesture deliberate and sensual. When she leaned in to brush a strand of hair from your face, you didn’t pull back.

“You know,” Agatha whispered, her lips so close to yours that her breath brushed against your skin, while swirling a glass of Merlot in her other hand, “someone who cheats isn’t worth your time.”

The comment was blunt, almost cruel. You stiffened, staring into your own wineglass. “She says she didn’t cheat,” you said quietly, though even you didn’t sound convinced. “She’s been trying to prove herself, but…”

Agatha clicked her tongue, setting down her glass. Her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your stomach twist. “But she broke your trust,” she said firmly. “That’s not something you can just fix. Trust isn’t some toy you can glue back together once it’s shattered.”

Her words stung because they echoed the feelings you’d been trying to ignore. And yet, there was a strange comfort in her conviction—in the way she made everything sound so clear-cut when your own thoughts were muddied.

Weeks turned into months, and Agatha grew bolder. She started calling you “darling” in private. Her hand lingered on your lower back when she guided you into her office. She’d brush your hair out of your face under the pretense of being “helpful,” though the look in her eyes told a different story.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t notice. She was beautiful—undeniably so—with an effortless allure that seemed to cloak her every movement. And more than that, she understood you. Agatha didn’t sugarcoat things the way Rio did; she told you what you needed to hear, even if it wasn’t pretty.

The first time it happened, you blamed the wine.

You’d stayed late again in her penthouse. She’d convinced you to let her cook dinner—a surprisingly simple but delicious pasta dish that you ate together at her marble-topped kitchen island. The wine flowed freely, and by the time you were sitting beside her on the couch, your head was spinning.

“You deserve better, you know,” Agatha murmured, her voice low and intimate.

You turned to her, your heart pounding as you realized how close she’d leaned in. “Agatha—”

She cut you off with a kiss, her lips soft but insistent against yours. You froze, your mind racing with a thousand reasons why this was wrong. But when she cupped your face, her thumb brushing against your jaw, reason melted away.

The world seemed to pause in that moment, her lips soft but firm against yours, her hand cradling the back of your neck with possessive ease.

Her kiss deepened, her hand sliding into your hair as she guided you closer. It was overwhelming—the heat of her body against yours, the hunger in her touch, the way she seemed to pour all her intensity into that single act.

When you pulled back, breathless and dazed, she studied you with a small, satisfied smile. “Tell me to stop,” she whispered, her fingers still tangled in your hair.

You didn’t.

“You deserve to be worshipped,” she murmured, her voice husky. Guilt churned in your chest, but as she pulled you closer, kissing you again, it melted into a warmth you hadn’t felt in months.

The affair began in earnest after that night. Agatha was relentless, her touch searing and possessive every time you were alone together. She made you feel things you hadn’t felt in years—desire, adoration, worship.

You knew it was wrong. Every time you returned to Rio, guilt clawed at you, threatening to choke you. But you couldn’t stop. Agatha was a drug, and you were hopelessly addicted.

Her hands were everywhere, tracing the curves of your body as if memorizing every inch of you. Agatha consumed you in ways you hadn’t thought possible, her touch igniting a fire that left you breathless and desperate for more. Her hands were everywhere—pinning you against the cool walls of her penthouse with an intensity that bordered on possessive. Her lips left trails of fire on your skin, her teeth grazing your collarbone as she pulled moans from your throat. She made you feel wanted, consumed, and for the first time in months, alive.

She whispered things in your ear that made your heart race and your cheeks burn, things you’d never heard from Rio.

“You’re mine,” she murmured one night, her voice rough with need as she pinned you against the wall of her penthouse. “No one else gets to touch you like this. No one else deserves you.”

For weeks, you lived a double life.

But the guilt never went away.

“Agatha, I can’t keep doing this,” you said one night, pulling away from her lips with more effort than you thought you could muster. “I feel like I’m drowning in this lie.”

She tilted her head, her fingers brushing against your cheek. “Then come up for air,” she murmured, her voice dripping with reassurance. “You know what you need to do, darling.”

When you still hesitated, her tone sharpened ever so slightly. “She doesn’t love you—not really. If she did, she wouldn’t hurt you like this. She wouldn’t make you feel this… empty.”

Her words were surgical, cutting away your last shreds of resistance. Before you could stop yourself, you found solace in her arms again.

When you tried to end it a second time, Agatha didn’t take it lightly.

“You think you can just walk away?” she said, her voice eerily calm as she cornered you in her office after hours. “After everything?”

Her eyes burned into yours, her intensity both terrifying and magnetic. “I know you feel guilty, but what you have with me? It’s real. It’s worth the risk.”

She leaned in, her lips grazing your ear. “And you want it, don’t you?”

Your heart pounded as her words sank in. She was right. No matter how much you wanted to deny it, you couldn’t stay away.

Eventually, she began to push harder.

“You need to leave her,” Agatha said one night, lying beside you in bed. Her fingertips ghosted along your arm, her lips brushing against your shoulder as she spoke. “She doesn’t deserve you, and we both know it.”

“I don’t know if I can,” you admitted, your voice trembling.

She cupped your face, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Yes, you can. I’ll be here, darling. You don’t need her.”

Her words echoed in your head long after you left her apartment. The divorce papers sat on the kitchen table for weeks before you finally signed them. Rio cried when she found out.

“You’re making a mistake,” she pleaded, clutching your hands. “I didn’t cheat. I swear to you.”

But Agatha’s voice drowned hers out: “She’s lying. She’ll only hurt you again.”

After the divorce, your relationship with Agatha became official. The media marveled at her whirlwind romance with a “mystery employee,” and you found yourself thrust into the public eye —lavish dinners, expensive gifts, and a wedding straight out of a magazine spread. And yet, something felt… off.

Rio didn’t disappear. She called, sent emails, even showed up at your doorstep one day, begging you to listen.

“She’s manipulating you,” Rio said, her voice trembling with desperation. “She planned this. She’s dangerous, and you can’t see it because she’s in your head.”

You slammed the door in her face, brushing away the small seed of doubt her words planted. Agatha loved you—didn’t she? She couldn’t have orchestrated everything.

It was a rainy night when you found the folder. Agatha had left for a business meeting, and in a moment of idle curiosity, you opened the drawer of her desk. Photos of you—some from months ago, others dating back to years before you’d even started working for her. Copies of emails supposedly from Rio, doctored to look incriminating. 

Your stomach dropped as realization dawned.

She’d planned this. All of it. Agatha had orchestrated everything, from planting those damning messages to pulling you closer into her orbit.

“You’ve been busy,” Agatha’s voice startled you. She stood in the doorway of her home office, her eyes unreadable.

“How could you?” you demanded, clutching the folder. “You lied. You manipulated me. You destroyed my life���my marriage—all because you’re obsessed with me?”

Her expression didn’t falter. If anything, she looked amused. “I didn’t destroy your life,” she said calmly, stepping closer. “I saved you.”

“You ruined everything,” you spat, backing away.

She closed the distance between you in an instant, her hand grabbing your wrist in a vice grip. “I gave you everything,” she hissed, her voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Everything you have is because of me.”

Panic surged through you. “Agatha, you’re scaring me—”

She softened instantly, her hand loosening but not releasing you. “Oh, sweetheart,” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock tenderness. “You don’t need to be scared. I’d never hurt you.”

Her smile turned sharp. “But if you ever try to leave me, I can’t promise things won’t get… messy.”

Agatha’s grip on your wrist tightened, her nails digging into your skin just enough to make you wince. Her lips curled into a predatory smile, her eyes dark with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. “You think you can just walk away from me?” she purred, her voice low and dangerous. “After everything I’ve done for you? After everything I’ve given you?”

You tried to pull away, but she was stronger than she looked. Her other hand snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against her body. You could feel the heat of her through the thin fabric of her blouse, the hard press of her breasts against yours. “Agatha, let me go,” you pleaded, your voice trembling.

She laughed, a low, throaty sound that made your stomach twist. “Oh, darling, you don’t really want me to let you go, do you?” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear. “You’ve always been mine. You just needed a little… persuasion.”

Her hand slid down your back, cupping your ass and squeezing hard. You gasped, your body betraying you as a jolt of heat shot through you. “Stop,” you whispered, but your voice lacked conviction.

Agatha’s lips found yours, her kiss fierce and demanding. She didn’t ask for permission; she took what she wanted, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth. You moaned despite yourself, your body responding to her touch even as your mind screamed at you to push her away.

She broke the kiss, her breath hot against your lips. “You’re mine,” she growled, her hands moving to the buttons of your blouse. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

You tried to protest, but she silenced you with another kiss, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons and pushing the fabric off your shoulders. Her hands roamed over your bare skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. “You’re so beautiful,” she murmured, her lips trailing down your neck. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

Her hands found your breasts, her thumbs brushing over your nipples, making them harden instantly. You gasped, your body arching into her touch. “Agatha,” you moaned, your resolve crumbling.

She smirked, her hands moving to the waistband of your skirt. “That’s it, darling,” she purred, pushing the fabric down your legs. “Let me take care of you.”

You stepped out of your skirt, your body trembling with anticipation. Agatha’s eyes raked over you, her gaze hungry and possessive. “Perfect,” she whispered, her hands sliding down your thighs. “You’re perfect.”

She dropped to her knees, her hands spreading your legs apart. You gasped as her tongue flicked against your clit, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through you. “Agatha,” you moaned, your hands tangling in her hair.

She didn’t respond, her tongue working its magic as she devoured you. You could feel the heat building inside you, your body responding to her every touch. “Oh god,” you whimpered, your hips bucking against her mouth.

Agatha’s hands gripped your hips, holding you in place as she continued to pleasure you. You could feel yourself getting closer, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. “Come for me, darling,” she murmured, her voice muffled against your skin.

You cried out as the orgasm hit you, your body convulsing with pleasure. Agatha didn’t stop, her tongue lapping at you until you were trembling and weak. She stood up, a satisfied smirk on her lips. “That’s my girl,” she purred, pulling you into a kiss.

You could taste yourself on her lips, the taste of your own arousal on Agatha's lips sent a thrill through you, even as a small part of you recoiled at the intensity of the situation. But Agatha didn't give you time to overthink it. Her hands were on your body again, caressing and claiming every inch of skin as she backed you towards the bed.

You fell onto the plush comforter, Agatha's weight pinning you down a moment later. She straddled your hips, her eyes dark with lust as she looked down at you. "You're mine," she repeated, her voice rough with desire. "Say it."

Your heart pounded in your chest, fear and excitement warring within you. But as Agatha ground her hips against yours, you felt yourself giving in. "I'm yours," you breathed, your voice barely audible.

Agatha smiled, a wicked glint in her eye.

"Louder," she demanded, her hand wrapping around your throat. Not enough to cut off your air, but enough to make you feel owned, possessed.

"I'm yours," you repeated, louder this time.

"I'm yours, Agatha."

Her grip tightened for a brief moment before she released you, her hand trailing down your body to your breasts. She cupped them roughly, her thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Good girl," she purred, leaning down to take one into her mouth.

You arched into her touch, moaning as her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. Her other hand moved between your legs, fingers teasing your still-sensitive clit. "You're so wet for me," she murmured against your skin. "So responsive."

She continued her ministrations, alternating between your breasts and your core. Your body was on fire, every touch sending sparks of pleasure through you. You were panting, writhing beneath her, desperate for more.

"Please," you whimpered, not even sure what you were begging for. Agatha seemed to understand, though. She withdrew her hand, leaving you bereft for a moment before she shifted her hips.

You felt the head of her strap on press against your entrance, and you gasped.

Agatha was large, larger than anyone you'd been with before. She paused, giving you a moment to adjust. "Breathe," she instructed, her voice calm and soothing despite the hunger in her eyes.

You did as she said, taking a deep breath as she slowly pushed inside you. The stretch was intense, bordering on painful, but it wasn't long before your body relaxed, accommodating her size. She filled you completely, her hips pressed flush against yours.

"Fuck," Agatha groaned, her head falling forward. "You feel incredible."

She gave you a moment to adjust before she began to move. Slowly at first, her hips rolling against yours in a steady rhythm. But as your moans filled the room, she grew bolder, her thrusts becoming harder, faster.

Your hands clawed at her back, your nails digging into her skin as she pounded into you. The pleasure was overwhelming, every stroke of her cock sending shockwaves through your body. You could feel another orgasm building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter in your core.

"Come for me," Agatha growled, her hips snapping against yours. "Come on my cock like the good little slut you are."

Her filthy words pushed you over the edge. You came with a scream, your body convulsing beneath hers. Agatha followed shortly after, watching you come undone was enough for her to find her own release.

She collapsed on top of you, both of you panting and sweat-slicked. For a moment, you lay there in silence, the only sound your ragged breaths filling the room.

But as the haze of pleasure began to dissipate, reality started to set in. Agatha had manipulated you, planned everything from the beginning. She had destroyed your marriage, ruined your life—all for her own twisted desires.

A lump formed in your throat, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Agatha must have sensed the change in you, because she pulled back, her gaze searching your face.

"Talk to me," she urged, her voice soft but insistent. "What's wrong?"

You tried to speak, but the words caught in your throat. You pushed at her chest, trying to make her release you. "Let me go," you whispered, your voice breaking.

Agatha's expression hardened. She didn't move, her body still pinning you to the bed. "No," she said simply, her tone leaving no room for argument. "You're mine now. I won't let you go."

Panic surged through you. You struggled against her, your heart pounding in your chest. "Please," you begged, your voice rising in pitch. "I can't do this. I can't be with you."

Agatha's grip tightened on your wrists, her face inches from yours. "You don't have a choice," she hissed, her eyes flashing with anger. "You're mine, and I always get what I want."

You felt the tears spill over, running down your cheeks and into your hair. You were trapped—trapped by Agatha's obsession, trapped by your own weakness. You had let yourself fall for her manipulations, for the thrill of being wanted so desperately.

Now, there was no escape.

Weeks turned into months, and you fell deeper into Agatha's grasp.

She isolated you from everyone—your friends, your family. If anyone tried to contact you, she intercepted their calls, their messages. She told them you were busy, that you needed space to focus on your new life with her.

And you let her.

Because what choice did you have? Agatha had all the power. She controlled every aspect of your life—where you went, what you did, who you saw. And if you tried to resist, she punished you.

At first, the punishments were subtle—a sharp look, a harsh word. But as time passed, they grew more severe. She would leave you locked in a room for hours, ignoring your pleas and sobs. She would confiscate your phone, your laptop—anything that could connect you to the outside world.

Once, when you tried to sneak out to meet Rio, Agatha found out. She dragged you back home by your hair, slamming you against the wall hard enough to leave bruises.

"You belong to me," she snarled, her face inches from yours. "I won't let you leave me."

That was the day you knew there was no escape. Not really. You were trapped in this gilded cage, a prisoner to Agatha's twisted desires.

And still, part of you craved her touch, her attention. Even as she hurt you, she made you feel alive. She made you believe that everything she did was out of love—that she needed you as much as you needed her.

It was a sick, twisted cycle—one that left you feeling lost, broken, and hopelessly addicted to the woman who had shattered your life.

You knew then that you were trapped. Rio had tried to warn you, but it was too late. Agatha had you in her web, and there was no escaping now.

The city lights glittered below as you stared out the window of her penthouse, feeling more like a prisoner than a partner. Somewhere deep down, you resolved to find a way out. But one look at Agatha’s cold, calculating smile told you that escape would come at a cost you weren’t sure you could pay.

_-_-_

Please don't forger to vote, reblog, and comment.

Happy New Year my Twisted Darlings!

[gothicxreylover]

𝕴𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖔𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘

Hello there strangers. This is a remake of my old introductions and updated version.

Fandoms I write for

Bungo Stray Dogs

OMORI

Identity V

Hazbin Hotel

Demon sayer

I would also warn that I'm barely going back into Hazbin Hotel so I apologize if characters are out of their personalities. I would also say that this is a Yandere blog so if you're uncomfortable with these types of stuff I would suggest you leave this blog.

Types of stuff I write

Fluff

Smut

Gore/horror

Angst

Funny/unhinged

Platonic

I would like to mention that if characters you ask are underage it would be strictly platonic. Like I said before I'm a yandere blog so underage characters behave would be based on personality. (If that makes sense) If the reader requests y/n to be a child with an adult character it would be platonic.

Things I don't write

Underage smut

Pedophile or other strange things

Weird kinks (trust me I had requests about weird kinks on Wattpad)

Non-consensual smut

And female reader

Female readers are still welcome to stay but y/n would be Gender neutral for all. I do accept male readers but if gender is not specific it would be Gender neutral.

[babsil]

guys did you know i made an omori au where basil goes absoluteky fucking batshit when he learns sunny’s moving away and commits multiple crimes as his desire to keep his friend group together turns into a savior complex and obsession with having sunny be dependent on him so he knows nothing goes out of his control again

[deepseamuse]

I hope you feel better soon! Here is an ask for Vivian:

How would your ideal life look like?

Also; apparently tumblr thought I was going to ask something really odd...

(Well, the answer is odd... and I went with RR AU, not just because he's the one I'd mentioned, but also canon Vivian would say that he's already living his ideal life.)

"Well, isn't it obvious? To live forever with Aubrey... alone. Where he can only look at me, only think of me, and remain mine for the rest of time~"

[stellarfractal137]

Female x Reader Requests Open

Hello people. This is my first time doing something like this on Tumblr, so, hopefully I don't miss anything.

Anyway, it's basically what the title says, I'm bored and want requests to write for. The fandoms I'll write for are listed below.

I'll do both headcannons and oneshots, but I'm more familiar with the latter.

Another thing is that I'm only doing female x reader, not male x reader. Though I could do platonic male x reader.

So, yeah, here are the fandoms + characters I'll write for (note that for most of those, the reader will have their age scaled to be the same as the character):

Danganronpa Trigger Happy Havoc:

Kyoko

Sayaka

Toko and Syo

Aoi

Celestia

Mukuro

Danganronpa Goodbye Despair:

Chiaki

Mahiru

Hiyoko

Peko

Ibuki

Mikan

Danganronpa Killing Harmony:

Kaede

Maki

Kirumi

Tsumugi

Super Danganronpa Another 2:

Sora

Kokoro

Iroha

Hibiki

Kanade

Murder Drones:

Uzi

V

J

Cyn

Doll

Lizzy

The Amazing Digital Circus:

Pomni

Ragatha

Omori:

Real Life Aubrey

Mari

Sweetheart

Polly

Doughie/Daphne

Perfectheart

Ace Attorney:

Ema

Athena

Juniper

Kay

Susato

Gina

Maria

And with that out of the way, here's what I will and won't write (I may have missed things, so don't be afraid to ask):

What I WILL write:

Fluff

Comfort

Hurt/Comfort

Multiple characters headcannons

Oneshots of max 2 characters

Female x reader

Male reader GN reader (I'll assume it's this one if you don't specify the gender)

Platonic child reader

Platonic sibling reader

Platonic male x reader

Yandere

What I WON'T write:

Anything NSFW

Angst

Romantic male x reader

Female reader

[proshipmahiru]

GREETINGS PROSHIP NATION

Learn more abt me under the cut <3

I'm Mappi!! Not new to the proship community, 19, she/her, proship for both coping reasons + for funsies!! This intro post is subject to change for any reason ^_^

I write proship as a catch-all but I mainly identify with the label of "Dead dove: do not eat"! My ideologies lie with ship and let ship and I myself am a darkshipper!!

This is my only blog just for that problematic goodness <3

No DNI, I block freely (mainly THOSE antis and people who are pro irl)

I'm an aspiring psych student who is very hyperfixated on the concept of consuming problematic media and how the brain perceives it. As such, I'm always up for a good mature debate. Or feel free to put anything in my asks in general, I don't bite!

I'm currently hyperfixed on:

Project Moon, Milgram, Wuthering Waves, Witch's Heart + more!!

Oops! All darkships!!

Genshin Impact - Any iteration of Hearthcest, Kaeya x Diluc, Diona x Diluc, Tartaglia x Bennett, Wriothesley x Sigewinne, Baizhu x Qiqi, Alhaitham x Nahida

Project Moon - Tiphereth A x Tiphereth B, Tiphereth A x Netzach, Yi Sang x Sang Yi, Don Quixote x Sancho, Sancho x La Mancha Quixote

Your Turn to Die - Sara x Shin, Sara x Sou, Shin x Kanna, Sou x Shin, Gin x Sara, Keiji x Sara, Sei x Kai

Misc - Fuuta x Amane (MILGRAM), Ashley x Andrew (The Coffin of Andy and Leyley), Ib x Garry (Ib game), Aubrey x Mari, Aubrey x Hero, Sunny x Mari (Omori), Zack x Rachel (Angels of Death), Sal x Wadanohara (WATGBS), Rin x Len (VOCALOID), Encore x Aalto (WuWa), Ame x KAngel (NSO), Asriel x Chara (UT), Saki x Tsukasa (Project Sekai) + SO MANY MORE

♡ Age gaps | Incest (mainly siblings but anything goes) | Stockholm syndrome/corruption | Yandere/obsession | Teacher x student | Grooming ♡

✨ DON'T LIKE? DON'T LOOK! ✨

[i-love-yoi]

A nice and positive S/O who takes antidepressants.

Darling, you are literally my breath of fresh air. My brain has been rotting so much lately from Mouthwashing (Hear me out on Swansea) and my "great" grades that I simply lost the strength to write anything and the craving for Omori for a while, but now, it has returned a little, and I will try to write a little more, but the key word is: try. Also, I apologize in advance for the mistakes, since I still use a translator to write posts, since I do not trust myself and my level of English, LMAO. And do not worry! I don’t really have any triggers for anything, and even if I do, I usually meet them, trying to work through them (Oh well, I just like to study myself, in any case, I have already worked through most of them), so I will take your request anyway! To put it simply, I do everything except illegal or romanticized things (Example: Pedophilia (adult Character x child reader), zoophilia, Yandere romanticization, necrophilia romanticization, drug romanticization, etc.). In any case, I will update the list. (Also, sorry for the delay, preparing for the New Year, etc.). I did not add Mari, because I think that in the dream world, it is unlikely that Omori had anyone suffer right in front of him. But if necessary, I will make her separately. Merry Christmas from Russia! (We still have 3 hours and 24 minutes until Christmas)

Characters: RW Omori gang (Hero, Kel, Sunny, Basil, Aubrey.)

TW: GN! reader, antidepressants, diagnosed depression, romantic relationships, action takes place after Mari's death, foul language, drug references.

Hero

•Well, you must have strong antidepressants, since Hero didn't notice any hints of depression in you at first.

•It would seem, how could he not recognize his comrade in misfortune?

•Of course, after Mari's death, he fell into obvious depression of the 3rd or 4th degree.

•He didn't eat, didn't drink, didn't even wash, he simply didn't have the strength.

•He didn't have the strength for anything, but the incident with his younger brother Kel made him at least try to rethink his condition and his thoughts a little.

•He was a fucking egoist, thinking that he was the only poor and unhappy one here.

•But he wasn't alone.

•Mari's parents, her brother, their friends, he wasn't the only sufferer here.

•So Hero tried to get out of the endless pit of despondency and depression, without a psychotherapist and magic pills.

•But it is almost impossible to get rid of depression, you can only hold it back for a while or run away from it, but sooner or later it will come and take root in the brain if you do not return to proper treatment.

•He needed a goal, at least some kind of one, so that he could at least stay alive for something, so as not to hear all the thoughts that his brain sent.

•But what did he want himself?

•To study, and live his whole life with Mari.

•Can he do it?

•No.

•And what do his parents want?

•For him to become a successful doctor and be the pride of the family.

•That is the ideal goal.

•From that moment until now, Hero has been studying with all his might to become an excellent doctor, thanks to which he began to go into remission.

•That is when he met you, at that very moment.

•Sweet, kind, cheerful and funny, always sees the positive in everything.

•That is exactly how he saw you.

•If he started to remember, he could swear that you were always happy, because he had never seen any emotion on your face except joy and tenderness.

•Honestly, it was even scary, but Hero didn’t really notice it.

•Thanks to you, he crawled out of the web of despair and depression more intensively.

•But what he didn’t expect was that you would also be depressed, like him.

•But there was one thing that distinguished you: You were undergoing treatment, taking antidepressants and seeing a psychiatrist, and he was not.

•It happened completely by accident.

•He was visiting you at home while he was waiting for you to get ready for a walk.

•Your room was not the cleanest in the world, but it was clearly better than his room during that very period of depression.

•He was studying your room and accidentally stumbled upon something on your desk.

•Some kind of box with pills.

•He thought that these were vitamins, because it was autumn, and it was necessary to support immunity.

•But as soon as he read the text, his eyes widened in surprise.

•"Antidepressants. Sold only by prescription!"

•You were in the same situation as him, only you were undergoing treatment.

•How could he not notice this? He had been in the same situation just a couple of years ago!

•The eyes cannot see everything, and this means that the antidepressants worked very well and helped.

•He put the pills back, and as soon as you returned to the room, Hero hugged you tightly, pressing you to himself.

•Maybe you didn’t understand anything, but Hero didn’t care anymore.

Kel

•Kel is not the smartest guy, sometimes slow-witted, but clearly not a dumbass.

•Moreover, Kel himself is like that.

•He is always cheerful for others, trying to help everyone and reunite everyone, refusing to help himself.

•Maybe no one really cared about him and he was neglected, but this does not mean that he cannot care for others.

•Give what he himself never had.

•However, since he did not have it, his support and care can sometimes be... Awkward.

•Kel has not been able to choose his words correctly since childhood, speaking directly, and in general first speaking, and only then thinking and realizing that he yelped at all.

•Although, it is quite cute to watch him try.

•In general, for all the time he spent with you, he never once thought that something was wrong with you.

•Or maybe he didn't want to accept it.

•Can a rather cheerful and sweet person rot in bed while his brain rots through and through from terrifying thoughts?

•Of course he can.

•His jaw dropped when he found out that you were taking antidepressants.

•Honestly, he himself didn't really notice that you and he were quite similar in this.

•Yes, sometimes he gets sad, and very sad, but he wrote it all off to autumn, the weather, fatigue, anything but depression.

•Moreover, do you think that his parents would take him to a psychiatrist? Oh please.

•Moreover, he thinks that he doesn't deserve it.

•His task since childhood was to make everyone happy, well, that was in second place, of course, in first place was the task of growing up and being taller than his older brother.

•He won't stand on ceremony or choose his words like his older brother Hero.

•He'll ask directly, even if the topic wasn't about that.

•Then it's your choice whether to open up to him or brush him off.

Sunny

•I think Sunny would be the first to know about it, but he would keep quiet.

•He is always quiet and calm, but his ears work very well, as does his brain.

•He sees all the signs, but he keeps quiet.

•He sometimes sees your false lies in your smile, he sees how your eyes run away from him and how you try to hide your negative emotions from him.

•You can’t suppress emotions, no matter what, it can end very badly, he knows.

•In the world of dreams, he made you happy, the one who is already truly happy, the one who does not hide her negative emotions from him, sincere.

•He does not complain that you can hide your sadness and other negativity from him, he understands that you do not want to burden him.

•He believes that if you want, then you yourself will tell him everything and express it.

•You understand, he is not a telepath, he cannot read minds.

•Of course, he worries about you, he loves you after all.

•And to understand that you are simply rotting, and your brain is being eaten away by terrible thoughts, like a tumor, makes him feel sad and helpless.

•At first, he could only guess, but when he finally saw you taking antidepressants, everything fell into place and his guesses were confirmed.

•He will not say, he will never say anything, it is not his style.

•Moreover, unlike his best friend Kel, Sunny understands that this topic is quite delicate for you.

•He will pretend that everything has remained the same as before, but with small particles of care for you.

•He was in the same state as you, but he escaped into sleep.

•Sometimes he will help with household chores, somewhere he will hug, somewhere else he will show affection and care.

•Of course, you can only guess what is the reason for such increased affection from your boyfriend.

•But he will not say anything, he will remain silent.

Basil

•He probably wouldn't even think about it, and even if he did, he wouldn't fully believe it until you told him straight to his face.

•Honestly, he wouldn't even think about it, he was alone for so long, keeping a terrible secret to himself, carrying this burden only on his shoulders.

•Of course, he wouldn't even think about it, he would just enjoy you and your company.

•He would speak out to you, lying next to you, burying his face in your stomach, chest or shoulder and snuggling like a homeless kitten.

•Can you call him selfish? Yes, but is it his fault? He spent 4 years alone, and then suddenly a person appeared who loves him and is ready to listen to him.

•That's why he didn't even think about the fact that you might feel bad.

•As soon as he found out that you were actually taking antidepressants, you would know how ashamed he was.

•You felt so bad, and he was still complaining to you, burdening you.

•He just wanted to bury himself somewhere deep, hide from everyone.

•As soon as he finds out about this, his behavior will clearly change.

•At first, he will become clearly sad, of course, he will try to hide it, but it does a terrible job.

•He will clearly be all awkward, trying to help you with everything to get rid of the feeling of guilt, but because of the same feeling of guilt, he does not want to impose himself, and believes that he is not worthy of even looking at you.

•So you will immediately understand that something is wrong.

•But you will have to directly extort from him what happened, since he will not want to tell you everything.

•As a result, you will have to calm him down, and not he you.

Aubrey

•This is where it gets tricky.

•She's quite protective and aggressive.

•She's always ready to protect those she loves, and you're her top priority.

•She would have thought at first that you were just an innocent and cheerful person who needed to be protected from the rot in this world.

•The way you enjoy the little things, help others, and respond with kindness even to the most terrible insults.

•It all made her think that there are kind souls in the world who are untainted by anything.

•She was wrong.

•When she saw you taking some pills, she first thought that you were just sick, but then darker thoughts started to creep into her head.

•Honestly, she thought that you were just taking drugs.

•Well, that would have explained why you were always so cheerful and kind.

•In fact, she doesn't really trust cheerful and kind people, especially tactile ones.

•Thanks to her mother and other relatives, she has had the idea since childhood that all cheerful and kind adults are just drunks, ready to commit horrific acts for a bottle of vodka.

•Running up to you and grabbing your hand, she raised it, looking at you with anger and fear.

•And just as she wanted to yell at you, accuse you of everything possible, her gaze darted to the name.

•"Antidepressants."

•Antidepressants?...

•She was clearly in shock, in very strong shock.

•Not right away, but she let go of your hand, looking at you with distrust and surprise.

•She didn't even have words.

•What the fuck should she say!?

•All she could do was just come up to you and hug you tightly, pressing you to herself.

•She may not have had words, but she clearly had hands and the ability to touch you.

•Yes, she was not used to tactility, and she did not like it, but for your sake she was ready to step over herself.

[kaylinlmfao]

i NEED a smut from ethan where: sub! Reader x dom! Ethan and you and ethan are "enemies" who have a horny whore for the other (but would never admit it) and you say in a conversation with your friends (where he is obviously) that you have no chance of ethan being a dom, however, he proves you to the contrary

the promise

type(s) of piece: imagine, drabble, oneshot, series

type(s) of writing: smut, fluff, angst, dark, suggestive

warning(s): rough smut, hate fucking, sub space, orgasm control, overstimulation, edging, ownership kink, dom ethan being a cocky tease, choking, slapping, just really dirty and nasty in general, degradation, tummy bulge, ethan is super experienced like a fuckboy, oral (ethan and reader receiving) use of a vibrator, and lastly, HUGE PRAISE KINK

pairing(s): dom!ethan landry x sub!reader

A/N: I love this so much, eep! I am slowly working on requests for ethan so that's been fun., I have lots of things in the works. and just something I kinda wanna do, I watched the prequel star wars movies with my sister so if anyone wants some yandere anakin skywalker (😵) request and let me know!

on a more serious note, something I need to tell y'all. I have been getting a lot of hate recently about writing smut for the sturniolo triplets. I deeply apologize because I only just joined their fandom. I didn't know they specifically asked not to have smut written about them until a super sweet anon, thank you anon, told me. the one nsfw post I did post of them, the anon just said they said they felt weird about it. I didn't know and I apologize for that. so, I will no longer be accepting smut requests and the posts of smut for the sturniolo's will be deleted. thank you to the few kind people who commented on a couple posts and the anons that told me, NICELY. but honestly the amount of mean things that were submitted, telling me to kill myself, etc, is terrible. thanks again to the people who kindly let me know and to the ones who were rude about it, I blocked all of them. thanks and enjoy! (this was not proofread obviously)

2k+ words (I went overboard again)

you let out a loud laugh at ethan's words. "am I gonna die a virgin?" he asks, looking concerned. "you're a virgin? predictable actually. you seem like a virgin." you say, smirking as you stand up to go talk to a couple other friends. "hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" "context clues ethan. use your little brain and try to figure it out. let me know when you do, hm?" you purposely sway your hips a bit more than usual, knowing he was looking at you. ethan hated you. the day he met you, he was super sweet and kind. when you saw him again later, he started giving you the cold shoulder. and if he wanted to be an asshole, you could do it too.

"get this. kitten over there is a virgin." you say to your roommates, hailee and aubrey. "ethan landry? a virgin? no way." hailee said, looking at you unbelievably. "yeah, he isn't a virgin. bet he's a dom." you look at aubrey is disbelief and then glance at ethan, who you see standing up. you turn back before you see where he's going but you say loudly. "ethan landry. a dom? no fucking way. he's such a sub. would probably cry if you even started degrading him. he'd cum as soon as you touch him. poor baby."

"who you talking about, princess?" "oh just some immature child that I know." you could see he overheard almost everything you said about him being a sub, but what was he gonna do? and, provoking him is your favorite game. "hm." he nods, staring directly into your eyes. you weren't breaking the eye contact and it looked like he wasn't gonna either. finally, you start blushing from the intense stare he was giving you and the sexual tension that was sparking between the two of you so you look down at your hands in your lap. "that's what I thought" "what's that supposed to mean?!" "context clues, gorgeous. use your little brain and try to figure it out. let me know when you do, hm?" he says, mocking you and your words earlier.

now, you were really flushed. he was still looking at you like a piece of meat he wanted to devour, the nicknames he was calling you was causing you to clench your thighs just to relieve some of the wetness from in between them, and his mocking you made you drift more into subspace then you'd ever admit. but, you don't back down from a challenge. "hm? maybe it means that you think you win. but guess what?" you challenge him, standing up. which was a bad idea because he's 6'1 and makes him even more intimidating. "what's that, sweetheart?" he humors you with a smirk. "I always win. and take that stupid smirk off your face or I'll smack it off."

he chuckles as he leans towards your ear. goosebumps break out over your skin at his touch as he whispers. "and I'll be smirking just like this when you're so fucking cockdrunk on my dick the only thing you'll be able to scream is my name" he laughs at the look on your face as he walks away. oh that little shit.

asshole

hi there princess. you ready for me to keep good on my promise?

when you see that notification on your phone, you almost pass out. you thought he was kidding! you guys make jokes like that all the time. well maybe not that bold but still! but the sexual tension between the two of you, according to everyone that you both know, is insane. luckily, he's in a class right now. thank goodness, you aren't. you're laying on your bed and the best idea you've had all day came threw your window and straight into your head. you quickly stripped your clothes off and walked to your closet and found your sexiest lingerie set you own and you slip it on. you quickly walk over to your drawer and pull out the vibrator you have in there, just for fun.

you check the time and see he still has 20 more minutes in his class until he's done. perfect. you set your phone up on the headboard and lay on your back on the bed. hailee and aubrey are out at a party luckily. you rush to press the record button feeling the slick between your thighs start to run down between them. you slowly slip your fingers inside of your wet pussy, moaning and whimpering. then you switch the vibrator on and press it gently on your clit, crying out softly. all the thoughts in your head are of ethan. ethan teasing you, ethan mocking you, ethan and his stupid nicknames, ethan shirtless, oh god. you near closer and closer to the edge and right as your about to coat your fingers in your slick, you add the finishing touch. "oh chad. fuck so good. please!" you moan out, cumming and ending the video after you finish riding out your high.

you send it to him quickly and laugh because he still has about 15 minutes of class to sit through. he wants to embarrass you in front of your friends then he can suffer through a boner for the next 15 minutes. maybe then that'll show him he doesn't have the control. he doesn't win. 10 minutes after you clean up and layed on the bed, still in the lingerie just in case but now with clothes over it so if your roommates come home early they won't see anything.

asshole

holy fuck. I fucking hate you, y/n

you

does it hurt, kitten? does your rock hard cock hurt?

asshole

I'm in the bathroom in the c hall. meet me there. now

you

I don't think I will. you hate me so much, you wouldn't wanna be anywhere near me while pleasing your pretty little dick would you?

you send another photo, laughing at your choice in clothes. you're wearing the thigh high stockings and school girl skirt he loves but claims he hates so much.

asshole

when I get my hands on you....

you

what? you gonna come in your pants as soon as I touch you? you gonna cry? submissive little baby

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uh oh. you didn't realize but time flies when you're having fun. his class is over. oh shit. you get up and run to lock the front door but before you can, it's slammed open. you flinch as it makes a hole in the wall. you squeal with a laugh as he comes towards you. you run over to your room and lock the door quickly, sliding down and laughing to yourself. you think its hilarious how hard his dick is just from a 5 minute video of you. you think its funny how long he had to sit in class with a boner.

you stand and run over to your bed but then you stop to really listen. its quiet. dead silent. then you hear the sound of your cracked window sliding open and ethan climbing in, leaving it cracked again. "oh hey, kitten! ooo that boner looks painful! you should really get someone to fix that!" "I plan on it, slut. knees" he nods at you, looking at you with dark angry eyes. "wow kitty! I think that this is the angriest I've ever seen you! I thought you'd like the video. now you have something to watch while you're jerking off to the thought of me hm? so how about you get on your knees." uh oh. its the stare down part. the part you suck at. you can stare any old person down but you've never been able to hold eye contact with ethan before.

10 seconds in, you're doing ok. 20 seconds in, he starts advancing and you quickly back up, holding eye contact the whole time. but oh shit. you just realized, he's backed against the wall of your dorm. damn that fucking height difference. now your blushing and clenching your thighs together. fuck. the way he's looking at you. so angry, his eyes full of lust. he slowly leans down to your height. "oh come on princess. this be so much more fun if you just stop denying what you've known this whole time. I'm not a sub, never have been and never will be. and you, oh you, are just a little brat who wants to be held down and pounded until you're crying. is that right, pretty girl? you just need someone to put you in your place." he chuckles at the deep red blush on your face as he takes his hand and wraps it around your throat. "so I'll say it one more time. knees now." he commands and you, slowly, sink down to your knees.

he lets out a low groan as you immediately unbutton his pants and suck on the tip of him. "ready?' you hear him ask. you nod as you start taking as much of him into your mouth as possible, pumping what can't fit. he looks down on you gently before fisting your hair and begins thrusting his cock into your mouth, fast and hard. tears are streaking down your face, your arousal dripping onto the carpet below you. dumb of you not to put panties on under your skirt. you feel ethan twitching in your mouth so you suck a little harder. the finishing touch. you look at him from under your lashes with big eyes. as he pulls out of your pretty mouth, he laughs at your state. "bed." he utters lowly. you are quick to follow his command, laying on your bed.

he flips up your skirt as he climbs onto the mattress. "oh you slut. no panties? its like you knew that I was gonna get angry and fuck you. right?" "no! I thought I was-" you cut yourself off by letting out a cry as ethan sucked your clit into his mouth. you were so sensitive from your orgasm earlier and so wet from sucking his dick, you immediately came all over his tongue and he was quick to clean it up. "who was gonna come as soon as they were touched? cause it wasn't me." you turn an even deeper shade of red, remembering your words prior. he climbs up and looks you in your eyes.

"and since you obviously need help holding eye contact, I'll be nice and help you out. if you break eye contact, you don't cum. do you understand?" you nod, so ready and needy for his cock. "words, gorgeous." "yes please yes!" you cry out as he pushed himself inside of your tight fluttering hole, gripping his back hard. he stays still for a few seconds, as if he's trying to let you adjust. then he starts fullfilling his promise. your breath gets caught in your throat as he starts pounding into you. fast. he snakes his hand down and rubs slow circles on your already sensitive clit. all while holding eye contact. you didn't dare look away and it was so hot.

"oh look at your pretty little pussy. she's so fucking tight. fuck. milking me so good. good girl." tears start pouring down your cheeks again as he rips your shirt right down the middle, the buttons flying everywhere. "I liked that shirt!" you sob. "i'll buy you a new one." he mutters in between grunts. you moan loudly as he shifts you so you're now sitting on his lap, the position allowing to sink even deeper back in your dripping cunt. he finally breaks the eye contact and dips his head down to start sucking and biting your hard peaked nipples. peaked from your arousal and the fact that the cold air from your cracked window is still seeping in. you're bawling your eyes out from the intense pleasure ethan is giving you. he's so deep you can feel him in your stomach.

"ethan, please!" "please what sweetheart? what do you need?" his hand snakes down and presses firmly on the bulge of him in your tummy. "I don't know!" you're blinded by the pleasure, your tears falling onto ethan's cheeks. "oh poor princess. there isn't a thought in that pretty little head is there. so drunk on my cock can't even think. who does this pretty pussy belong to?" you don't respond and he chuckles as he looks at you. drool seeping out the corners of your mouth, mascara running down your cheeks, your hands tangled in his hair trying to find something, anything to ground you so you can think but you can't. you're head is so airy and empty and you love it.

"who does this pretty pussy belong to?" ethan repeats. "you!" you cry out. "who's place is this?" he asks, pushing down on the bulge in your tummy. "yours!" you're so close, so close. all you can think about now is cumming. ethan thinks about taking it away but that seems too cruel for him. "oh but I thought it was chad? I thought you wanted chad to fuck you?" "no! not chad! only you!" you moan. "who do you belong to?" "you!" you scream/sob as he pinches your clit and you come, hard. you must've blacked out for a minute because when you come to, ethan's and your arousal are mixed together, dripping down his cock, and ethan is wiping your tears, still inside you. "you did so good for me, princess. my gorgeous good girl." he moves to pull out of your fluttering cunt and you whimper as you hold on.

"just a few more minutes" you slur, still on clouds of pleasure. "few more minutes?" he asks, moving to lean against the headboard, chuckling as you moan when he moves. "yeah." "ok, princess. a few more minutes." ethan smiles at your state in subspace, so airy. you tangle your hands in ethan's hair as you lean your head against his shoulder, falling asleep quickly while still impaled on his cock. ethan chuckles as he remembers. he kept his promise and he kept it well.

[the-bugs-under-ur-skin]

Hi (I don't know how to use tumblr very well), is there were I request writing? If so, could you write the cast of OMORI from most to least likely to try and kidnap you? How would they [try] pull it off? (If you don't wanna you don't gotta).

least to most likely to kidnap you in the yandere omori cast...

1.) Kel

not surprising, Kel has always been the most laid back. The only situation where he'd kidnap you is if there was a zombie apocalypse and for some reason you really wanted to get infected lol. He has gotten jealous and he has gotten possessive, but he's still very human. he'd feel way too bad if you were isolated- especially if you were to cry. the closest to kidnapping would be him hugging you too tightly and he falls asleep so you'd be stuck for 8-10 hours.

2). Basil

He's probably higher on the list than you'd think, but I think he's way too passive to actually do it. Just like Kel, he couldn't stand you being upset with him in any single way. Plus, he's canonically like 5'4 and 110 pounds, what is he gonna do? I hc that he's the most unstable so he's less likely to snap and kidnap you and more likely to snap and kill you. Still, he's like 5x as likely to kidnap you than Kel. he gets jealous all the time so if he could, he would. he just doesn't have the guts.

3.) Hero

He's very protective, but also he's very caring and that's why he's perfect for being right in the middle. There are many reasons why he might not kidnap you. He's a romantic who wants a fairytale romance, he's very caring and doesn't want you to be upset, he's a worshipper who bends to your will pretty easily. But, there are also many reasons why he would kidnap you. He's protective, he's clingy, he's possessive. All things that could push him to run off with you in the middle of the night. Although, even though he probably could just pick you up and take you, it'd be more of a situation where he subtly lures you to stay in his home or convinces you to run far away with him. Even if you were taken against your will, you could wear him down within a day since you're pretty much his princess.

4.) Aubrey

She's one of the strongest and most possessive, so this isn't too shocking. The only reason she isn't number one is because deep down she's still that cheerful little girl who just wants to make her friends happy. (ofc in this situation her 'friends' is just u) She just really hates seeing you around other people and is pretty insecure since she knows she isn't the best person to be around. She can be provoked super easily, too, so any of those loser kids that she hates messes with her about you, she'd just love to keep you to herself. to keep you away from punks and freaks who could get their grubby hands on you or turn you against her. Aubrey would also be a bit more physical with you. absolutely nothing that would hurt you but i could see he dragging you by the arm to keep you inside her home.

5.) Sunny

OK, OK HEAR ME OUT! Yes, he is like 5'4 and probably even skinnier than Basil, but he wouldn't be the type to drag you to his place. He'd block off the door so you would have no choice but to stay with him or keep you in his room with manipulation and probably lay on you too. He's not like the other's where he'd fold the moment you'd cry. he doesn't really know how to react to it since to him it isn't a big deal. He'd think it's awesome to be stuck in a room with you forever, so why are you crying and getting mad?? Plus, we already know he's not good with emotions in general. He's not cruel, though. He would try to calm you down but it's not like he's good at it. he'd just awkwardly stroke your hair. but i think out of these 5, he'd be the only one who'd actually be able to keep you without immediately bending to your will. he still cares about you, he just genuinely thinks this is what's best. what could be better than bed-rotting with your obsession?

[buttercandy16]

The Landlady

PAIRING(s): Landlady!AgathaHarkness x Tennant!Reader

SUMMARY: New place, new beginning, and strange nights.

WARNING(s): Non-Con, Dub-Con, Stockholm Syndrome, Somnophilia, Manipulation, Breastfeeding Kink, and other Dark Themes

A/N: Just exploring some kinks that I find interesting.

The room was small but cozy, bathed in warm hues from a Persian rug and a few old-fashioned lamps that gave off a golden glow. The walls were lined with bookshelves stuffed to the brim, their spines worn from years of use. It felt inviting, charmingly cluttered, and smelled faintly of lavender and something richer—something earthy and intoxicating.

"This is the space," Agatha said, gesturing toward the spare bedroom as she turned to face you, her smile like a velvet trap. Her dark hair was swept casually over one shoulder, and her blouse clung in all the right ways, accentuating her confidence and an air of playful mystery.

You felt impossibly out of place, standing in her perfectly curated home with your battered suitcase and freshly broken heart. Your ex’s harsh words still echoed in your mind, but you pushed the memories aside, forcing a small smile. “It’s perfect.”

Her smile widened, and she leaned against the doorframe, a spark of amusement in her piercing blue eyes. “Perfect, hmm? High praise. I’ll take it.”

Her flirtation was subtle, but it didn’t escape your notice. Since you’d replied to her ad, she had been effortlessly charming, her wit sharp but never cruel. At first, you’d been nervous about moving in with someone so... magnetic. She was older, sophisticated, confident in a way that left you fumbling for words. But when Agatha leaned into that confidence—throwing in a wink or letting her hand linger on yours during mundane moments—it left your chest tight and your cheeks warm.

You blamed the tiny crush forming in the back of your mind on the turbulence of your breakup. Agatha couldn’t possibly see you that way—her endless flirting was surely harmless.

Wasn’t it?

For the first few weeks, things felt easy. Agatha proved to be an ideal roommate. She shared her carefully prepared meals with you, the kind that were always spiced just right. She kept the kitchen spotless, offered advice when you sheepishly confided about your ex, and filled the silence with laughter when the weight of your heartbreak threatened to pull you under.

The only odd thing, you’d noticed, were the nights.

You began waking up feeling... strange. As if you were buzzing, every nerve in your body unusually sensitive. Your dreams grew more vivid and peculiar, filled with a phantom warmth you couldn’t quite explain. Fingers tracing your skin, soft breaths grazing your neck, whispers you couldn’t make out. And every time you woke, you felt flushed, your heart racing, the sensation too tangible for a mere dream.

At first, you shrugged it off as residual stress. The breakup. The move. It was a lot to process, after all. But then, strange details started to pile up. You’d wake with your blankets slightly askew or your shirt riding up your stomach. Once, you swore you smelled Agatha’s perfume on your pillow—the same lavender and musky hint you could only associate with her.

It was easy to dismiss at first. Coincidence. Sleepwalking. Overthinking.

But the feelings lingered—tingling warmth along your neck, an ache in your chest you couldn’t place, as if you were missing something you didn’t understand.

What you didn’t realize was that your dreams weren’t dreams at all.

Agatha sat perched at your bedside every night, thankful to the drug she slipped in your evening tea, ensuring you stayed in a deep, pliant sleep. Her fingers trailed softly over your cheek as she watched you, her expression caught between tender admiration and raw hunger.

“You’re so sweet when you sleep,” she murmured one night, her voice a low whisper meant only for your unconscious ears. Her hand brushed the strands of hair from your face, and she let herself indulge, pressing her lips to your forehead in a possessive kiss.

Each night, her touches grew bolder. Her fingertips ghosted down your arms, tracing invisible lines along your skin as though she could draw you closer to her even in sleep. Sometimes, she let her hand linger at your waist, feeling the steady rise and fall of your breath as you laid helpless beneath her gaze.

“You don’t even know how much I’ve longed for this,” Agatha whispered another night, her hand curling into a fist briefly before relaxing again. “Every sigh, every smile—it’s all mine now.”

Her lips found your neck one night, brushing the sensitive skin just below your jaw. Her teeth grazed the spot lightly, her body trembling with the restraint it took not to leave a mark—a sign of her claim that only she would know was there.

“I’ll have all of you soon,” she promised, pressing a kiss to your ear. “And when I do, you’ll wonder how you ever lived without me.”

Agatha didn’t just visit you out of obsession—she believed this was her way of grooming you, breaking down your resistance bit by bit. She’d made sure you found her ad, planned every detail of your arrival, and watched with satisfaction as you settled into the life she’d so carefully orchestrated for you.

Her nights of devotion were her reward.

Every brush of her fingers, every whispered promise, was a secret she kept just for the two of you—a bond you weren’t even aware existed.

Unaware of what happened after you closed your eyes each night, you started noticing subtle shifts during the day.

Agatha’s glances lingered longer, her touches more frequent—a brush of her fingers against your wrist as she handed you a mug of tea, the way she smoothed your hair absentmindedly as you passed on the couch. Her presence was overwhelming, intoxicating, but part of you began questioning the growing pull between you two.

You told yourself it was just her confidence, her charm—nothing more. But the strange feelings, the dreams, and her piercing gaze lingered, leaving you flustered, confused, and vulnerable in a way you couldn’t quite name.

You had no idea just how completely Agatha already owned you.

Life with Agatha grew more perplexing as the weeks passed. Your days blurred together in a haze of shared laughter, casual touches that lingered too long, and the peculiar warmth that bubbled beneath the surface every time she looked at you.

Yet, the nights still held the strangest weight.

The dreams persisted, each one more vivid than the last. You felt her hands—a phantom presence sliding over your skin, stroking your hair, tracing patterns along your exposed arms or stomach. Whispers filled the spaces between sleep and waking, soft murmurs that sent shivers racing down your spine even as your mind clung stubbornly to its unconscious state.

More and more, you awoke tangled in your sheets, your heart pounding as if you’d run a marathon. And every time, you felt her presence—Agatha’s scent lingering on your pillow, the faint impression of a figure beside you that vanished when your eyes opened.

One morning, as you sat across from her at breakfast, picking at the edge of your toast, you caught her watching you again. There was something almost predatory in her gaze, as though she were savoring a secret you weren’t yet privy to.

“Sleep okay, darling?” she asked, sipping from her mug.

You froze for a moment, your hand stilling midair as you reached for your coffee. “I—I guess,” you stammered, your cheeks heating under her scrutiny. “I keep having these... weird dreams.”

Agatha tilted her head, curiosity feigned but expertly calculated. “Weird how?”

You shrugged, unsure of how much to share. “They just feel... real. Like someone’s in the room with me.”

Her lips quirked upward in a knowing smile, the corners of her mouth curling like a cat playing with its food. “Do they, now?”

You nodded, unsure if you imagined the flicker of amusement in her eyes.

“Well,” she said after a pause, “maybe it’s just your mind adjusting to a new space. Moving in with someone new can bring out all sorts of feelings. Don’t worry about it too much, sweet thing.”

Her words were meant to reassure, but something about her tone only made you more uneasy.

That night, as you lay curled beneath your blanket, exhaustion threatened to pull you under, but your nerves kept you teetering on the edge of wakefulness. You couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming—something you couldn’t escape.

It wasn’t long before you fell into a deep, fitful sleep, lulled into submission by a strange comfort you couldn’t explain.

The dreams came swiftly, vivid and disorienting. But this time, the touch wasn’t as ghostly, as faint. This time, it was clear—unmistakable.

The room was thick with the scent of lavender and something darker, something primal. The moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting long shadows across the bed where you lay, your body limp and pliant under the weight of Agatha’s doing. She sat perched on the edge of the mattress, her fingers trailing lazily over your exposed skin, her touch feather-light but deliberate. You were deep in the throes of drugged sleep, your breathing slow and even, completely unaware of the violation unfolding around you.

Agatha’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned over you, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a curtain. “Such a sweet little thing,” she murmured, her voice a low, sultry purr that sent a shiver through the room. Her hand slid beneath the hem of your shirt, her fingers brushing against the soft skin of your stomach. “So innocent. So perfect.”

You stirred faintly, a soft whimper escaping your lips as her touch grew bolder. Agatha’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she watched your body respond to her, even in sleep. She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear. “Shh, darling,” she whispered, her breath hot against your skin. “Mommy’s here. Just let me take care of you.”

Her hand moved higher, cupping your breast through the thin fabric of your shirt. She squeezed gently, her thumb brushing over your nipple, coaxing it to hardness. You moaned softly in your sleep, your body arching into her touch, betraying the pleasure you couldn’t consciously acknowledge. Agatha chuckled darkly, her fingers slipping beneath the fabric to tease your bare skin. “That’s it,” she cooed, her voice dripping with possessive affection. “You’re so good for me, aren’t you? My sweet, helpless little thing.”

Her other hand slid down your body, her fingers tracing the curve of your hip before slipping between your thighs. You gasped in your sleep, your legs parting instinctively as her fingers found the warmth of your core. Agatha’s smile widened, her touch growing more insistent as she explored you, her fingers slick with your arousal. “Look at you,” she murmured, her voice thick with desire. “So wet for me already. You don’t even know what’s happening, do you? But your body knows. It knows who it belongs to.”

She leaned down, her lips brushing against your neck as her fingers worked you, slow and deliberate. “You’re mine,” she whispered, her teeth grazing your skin. “Every part of you. And I’m going to make sure you never forget it.”

Her fingers curled inside you, drawing a soft cry from your lips as your body clenched around her. Agatha’s breath hitched, her own desire flaring as she watched you writhe beneath her touch. “That’s it,” she breathed, her voice trembling with need. “Let go for me, darling. Let mommy make you feel good.”

You moaned again, your hips rocking against her hand as the pleasure built, your body responding to her even in the depths of sleep. Agatha’s lips found yours, her kiss deep and possessive as she claimed you, her tongue sliding into your mouth. She swallowed your cries, her fingers moving faster, pushing you closer to the edge.

When you came, it was with a shuddering gasp, your body trembling as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Agatha held you through it, her lips never leaving yours, her fingers drawing out every last drop of your release. When you finally stilled, she pulled back, her eyes dark with satisfaction as she gazed down at you.

“Such a good girl,” she murmured, her voice soft and adoring. She leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

Agatha’s lips lingered on your forehead, her breath warm and heavy as she pulled back just enough to admire your flushed, trembling form. Your body was still twitching faintly from the aftershocks of your forced release, your chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths. She smiled, a predatory gleam in her eyes as she shifted her weight, her hands moving to the buttons of her blouse. One by one, she undid them, revealing the pale swell of her breasts beneath. Her nipples were already hard, pebbled with arousal, and she let out a soft, satisfied sigh as the cool air brushed against her skin.

“You’re so perfect like this,” she murmured, her voice low and honeyed, dripping with a sickening sweetness. “So soft. So pliant. Just the way I like you.” Her fingers trailed down your cheek, her touch almost tender if not for the possessive hunger burning in her gaze. “You don’t even know what’s happening, do you? Poor thing. But that’s okay. Mommy’s here to take care of you.”

She leaned down, her breasts brushing against your face as she guided your head to her chest. “Open up, darling,” she cooed, her fingers slipping into your mouth to part your lips. You stirred faintly, a soft whimper escaping you as she pressed her nipple against your mouth. “That’s it. Just like that. Take what mommy’s giving you.”

You resisted at first, your body instinctively recoiling from the intrusion, but Agatha held you firmly in place, her will overriding your own. She tutted softly, her fingers tightening in your hair as she forced you to latch onto her. “Don’t be difficult,” she chided, her voice sharp but still laced with that sickening sweetness. “You need this. You need me.”

The moment your lips closed around her nipple, a shudder ran through her, her breath hitching as she felt the pull of your mouth. “Oh, yes,” she moaned, her head tipping back as she rocked her hips against the bed. “Just like that. Such a good girl for mommy.” Her fingers tightened in your hair, holding you in place as she ground herself against the mattress, her own arousal building with every suckle.

You whimpered around her, the taste of her flooding your mouth. It was too much, overwhelming, but Agatha didn’t care. She only moaned louder, her free hand slipping between her thighs as she worked herself to the rhythm of your suckling. “That’s it,” she panted, her voice trembling with need. “Take it all. Drink up, darling. Mommy’s got so much to give you.”

Her fingers moved faster, her hips jerking as she chased her own release, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “You’re mine,” she hissed, her voice breaking as she came, her body shuddering violently. “Mine. Every part of you. You’ll never escape me.”

When she finally pulled away, her chest heaving, she looked down at you with a satisfied smile, her fingers brushing over your lips. “Such a good girl,” she murmured, her voice soft and adoring. “Mommy’s so proud of you.” She leaned down, pressing a kiss to your forehead before settling back against the pillows, her arms wrapping around you in a possessive embrace. “Sleep now, darling. Mommy’s got you.”

“I’ll protect you. Love you. No one else will ever know you like I do. No one else deserves you.”

“I’ll make you understand,” Agatha promised, pressing her lips to your temple.

When you finally woke hours later, the room felt heavier, the air clinging to you like a second skin. Your hands trembled as you pulled back the blanket, noticing how it seemed to cling to the faintest remnants of warmth that didn’t belong to you.

You sat up, your heart hammering in your chest. Something was wrong.

Dreams didn’t leave bruises.

As you pulled your shirt down to get dressed, you caught sight of something in the mirror—a faint, purplish mark high on your neck, near the hollow of your throat. Your breath hitched, panic surging through your veins as you stared at the spot.

No.

It wasn’t possible.

You clutched at the mark, your mind racing to explain it. Maybe you scratched yourself in your sleep. Maybe you leaned against something. Maybe—

“Morning,” Agatha’s voice called from the hall, making you jump.

You quickly yanked your shirt higher, covering the mark as she entered the room with her usual confident air, carrying two mugs of coffee. She handed one to you, her fingers brushing against yours in that deliberate way that made your stomach flip.

“You look flustered,” she noted, her eyes sparkling with amusement as they lingered on your throat for a moment too long.

“I’m fine,” you lied quickly, your voice shaky as you avoided her gaze.

Agatha’s smirk widened. “Oh, I’m sure you are, sweetheart,” she said, her tone dripping with knowing. “I bet you slept like a dream.”

The weight of her words sent a chill down your spine.

She knew.

The tension between you and Agatha was palpable, but it wasn’t just in the way she looked at you. It was in every gesture, every word. Every moment she seemed to linger just a bit too long, or touch you just a bit too much.

You tried to push the thoughts away—tried to focus on your work, to put the strange sensations and the feeling of being watched out of your mind. But it was impossible.

You found yourself growing increasingly disoriented, as if the boundaries between dream and reality were starting to blur. The nights were the worst—especially since waking up feeling flushed and disheveled had become an unsettling routine. Sometimes, it was only the sound of Agatha’s low, comforting voice that pulled you from the fog, telling you everything was fine. “You’re just adjusting,” she’d say with a knowing smile. “New place. New rhythm. It’ll settle.”

But it didn’t settle. The weight of the mark on your neck, the growing feeling of being watched, gnawed at you. The marks started to appear more often, always just out of view—hidden beneath your hair or the collar of your shirt—but you could feel them. It was as if Agatha had claimed you, and no matter how much you tried to fight the idea, your body betrayed you.

You could feel her eyes on you constantly, even when she wasn’t in the room. And sometimes, when she was there, it was like the air itself thickened, charged with something you couldn’t understand. The room seemed smaller with her in it, her presence overwhelming, magnetic, like the pull of gravity itself.

It was a Thursday night, and you didn’t take your evening tea. This time, the restless energy felt different—it was as if your skin was too tight, the weight of your thoughts pressing down on you in a way you couldn’t escape. You tossed and turned for hours, but it wasn’t until the soft sound of footsteps in the hallway that you knew.

She was coming.

Your pulse quickened, and you swore you could feel your heart beating in your throat. Agatha’s presence was undeniable.

The door creaked open, and her silhouette appeared in the doorway, framed by the dim light of the hallway. Her expression was unreadable, her gaze trained on you with such intensity that it made your breath hitch in your chest.

“Agatha…” you whispered, the sound thick with a mixture of dread and something darker, something you didn’t want to acknowledge.

She stepped inside without a word, her soft shoes making no noise on the floor. She didn’t need to speak; her mere presence was enough to still the room, to still your mind.

“You don’t have to pretend anymore,” she said softly, her voice the perfect balance of sweetness and something far more dangerous. Her fingers brushed against your hair, a touch so tender it almost made you lean into it. “You know what’s happening. You know what I’m doing.”

Your throat tightened. “What are you talking about?” you tried to ask, but it came out like a plea.

Agatha smirked, moving closer, her body language predatory, her movements slow and deliberate. She gently cupped your face in her hand, forcing you to meet her gaze. “Don’t play coy with me, darling. I’ve given you everything. I’ve been here, every night, for so long...”

You couldn’t pull away from her touch, and though you wanted to shout, to run, your body didn’t listen. You felt caught in her web, helpless to escape. The mark on your neck still burned faintly, a constant reminder of her claim.

“I’ve been patient, haven’t I?” Agatha murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Her thumb ran over your lower lip, the touch so soft, it made your head spin. “But now… now I think you’re finally starting to understand.”

Her lips parted, and before you could react, she closed the distance between you two. Her kiss was slow, methodical, and almost unbearably tender. You should have pulled away. You should have screamed. But instead, you melted into it, the heat of her body overwhelming, pulling you deeper into the spell she’d been weaving.

Agatha broke the kiss with a soft chuckle, her lips hovering just over yours. “You’re mine now, sweetheart. Completely mine.”

The weight of her words settled in your chest like a stone, and as she smiled, a cold shiver ran down your spine. There was no escaping this—no way out. Agatha had been preparing you for this moment, molding you with every touch, every whisper, every night. And now, in this quiet, shadowed room, the truth was undeniable.

She leaned in again, this time her breath hot against your ear. “You’re going to beg me for more soon. I’ll make sure of it.”

You woke the next morning with your head pounding and your body aching in ways you couldn’t explain. Your skin felt too sensitive, like every nerve was firing at once. You blinked a few times, your vision blurry, trying to make sense of the hazy memories that danced at the edges of your mind.

Your neck throbbed where the mark had been—had it always been there? You glanced into the mirror, but the spot was gone. Still, the lingering sensation remained. The faintest trace of her lips, her hands, as though she’d marked you in a way that no physical mark could explain.

You pulled your shirt down quickly, but it wasn’t enough to hide the feeling that something had changed. Something fundamental. You were different now—changed. And it wasn’t just because Agatha’s kiss had stolen all your breath, or because her words still echoed in your ears.

It was because you wanted it.

You wanted her.

The days after that night were nothing short of a blur. The haziness of sleep deprivation and the strangeness of your own body’s responses left you walking around in a fog. But the fog wasn’t just in your head—it was in every room, in every corner. Agatha’s presence lingered everywhere, like a scent you couldn’t wash away, no matter how hard you tried.

The subtle touches were still there—her fingers brushing your wrist when handing you a mug, her breath too close to your ear when passing by. But it wasn’t just her touch that affected you now. It was her gaze. Her eyes followed you, studied you with an intensity that felt like you were being stripped bare, analyzed, and claimed in ways that made your stomach churn and your heart race.

You couldn’t escape it. You didn’t want to.

It was late afternoon when Agatha cornered you in the kitchen. You were drying dishes, your hands still trembling slightly from the events of the previous night, when she casually leaned against the doorframe, watching you.

"You seem distant today," she said, her voice lilting with a mix of concern and amusement. "You haven't been yourself lately."

You glanced up quickly, feeling an electric charge run through you as her eyes met yours. "I’m just tired," you said, but even to your own ears, the excuse sounded hollow, forced.

She smiled softly, a quiet understanding settling in her expression. "I think it’s more than that, darling." Her eyes flicked down to your hands, where you gripped the dish towel a bit too tightly. "You’ve been... distracted. Like something’s on your mind."

You opened your mouth to protest, to deny it, but her gaze held you captive. Her voice dropped lower, smooth and seductive. “I think you know exactly what’s been on your mind. Don’t you?”

Your heart fluttered, an irrational warmth spreading across your chest as her words sank in. “I—” You froze. You couldn’t lie to her anymore. She knew.

“You’re thinking about last night,” she continued, stepping closer, her heels clicking softly against the floor with each step. “About what we did. What I did to you.” Her breath brushed your ear, sending an involuntary shiver through your body. “And you want more, don’t you?”

Your breath caught in your throat. You opened your mouth, but no words came out. The truth—however uncomfortable it was—was right there in the air between you. You did want more. You did. And you hated yourself for it.

“Just say it,” Agatha purred, her lips brushing the sensitive skin of your ear. “Say it, and I’ll make it all go away. Or rather, I’ll make it all come true.”

“I—” You shuddered, a desperate gasp escaping your lips. “I want you.” The admission was soft, but in that quiet kitchen, it felt like a bombshell.

Agatha smiled then, a slow, satisfied curve of her lips. “I knew it.” She stepped even closer, her hand brushing your cheek, her thumb stroking over your lips in a slow, deliberate motion. “You don’t have to be afraid anymore. I’ll take care of you. Always.”

Her lips were on yours before you could react, soft and insistent, and for a moment, all the noise in your head vanished. All the doubts, all the fears—they were gone, drowned out by the overwhelming sensation of her mouth on yours, her hand on your waist, pulling you closer.

It wasn’t like the soft, tentative kiss from the night before. This was something deeper—more consuming. Agatha’s kiss was possessive, hungry, her tongue sliding into your mouth with a certain urgency that sent a jolt through your body. You kissed her back, unable to stop yourself, your hands grasping at her shirt, feeling the heat of her skin through the fabric.

Her hands roamed, exploring the contours of your body, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched. You moaned softly into her mouth when she cupped your breast, squeezing gently. It was enough to make your knees feel weak, to make your chest tighten with desire.

“You’re so beautiful,” Agatha whispered against your lips, her voice raw and thick with need. “I’ve wanted you for so long. And now, you’re mine. All of you.”

From that moment on, there was no turning back.

The nights grew more intense, more charged with an unspoken tension that neither of you could resist. Agatha took full control—no longer subtle with her touches or her words. No more drugging you. Every night, she came to you, claiming you piece by piece, until your very bones felt like they belonged to her.

But it wasn’t just in the darkness of the night. During the day, her presence haunted you, her eyes never leaving you, her touch always just a second away. She was always there, in every quiet moment, in every shared glance, in every brush of her fingers across your skin.

She’d been patient, waiting for you to surrender, waiting for you to come to her on your own. And now that you had, she was determined to make sure you never left her side.

One night, as you lay in bed, tangled in the sheets after another heated, desperate kiss, Agatha gazed down at you, her fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin.

“I’m going to make sure you never forget who you belong to,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your collarbone. “I won’t let anyone else have you. Not after everything I’ve done.”

The words hit you like a blow to the chest, and though part of you wanted to run, another part—one you couldn’t quite control—felt a twisted sense of relief. You wanted this. You needed this.

And in the quiet of the night, with Agatha above you, holding you with a possessiveness that almost scared you, you knew deep down you weren’t the same person anymore.

You had become hers.

_-_-_

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[gothicxreylover]

hello! I saw you accept requests for headcanons and omori so I have a request if you feel like writing!

can I request platonic yandere headcanons (could be anyone/everyone from main 6!) or oneshots for gender neutral reader? I'm sucker for platonic yanderes and sadly there's lack of them everywhere

you can freely dismiss this request, please take care!

Hello! And I would love to do your request I don't see much of OMORI so I would serve this to you. I hope you enjoy!

Sorry if this doesn't seem platonic but I hope it's still showing in there.

Pros-

Sunny- Sunny is a very calm person and isn't very social at all. Of course, just because he doesn't talk to you a lot he still enjoys your presence. Sitting there in silence makes Sunny happy (even if he doesn't show it). Quality time is how he shows his appreciation towards you he does love affection but not all the time. Maybe small hand-holding or a hug is what he likes. Cuddles or small kisses (It's shown as platonic) are something he was he be prepared for and doesn't like to be rushed with.

Mari- Mari is a very social butterfly and loves to talk to you. Telling you stories about her adventures with her friends or even made-up ones just to get your attention. She loves affection and often shows it towards you. Just like Sunny, he doesn't like to be rushed with affection so it would take her a small amount of time to warm up to you (it takes her about a week or so). She craves quality time and loves to have fun with you such as baking or having a small picnic with her friends.

Hero- Hero can be a dork around you he can't help but be all giddy or happy in your presence. Hero is the same as Mari he loves to tell you small stories and likes to have quality time with you. Sometimes the whole group goes on adventures to make memories or is just too goofy but Hero treasures it in his memories a lot. Hero is more like a brother since he's the oldest in the group but you saying that he's a brother to you makes him happy to know that you feel close it him.

Kel- Kel the massive goofball who just loves talking to you a lot. He loves quality time and affection and he's not afraid to show it to you. He shows you how to do tricks in basketball and sometimes shows off just to hear your praises. Affection is something that Kel lacks a lot so his receiving a hug makes him happy and he craves more of it. He sometimes gets you into trouble and you both get scolded by Hero, Mari, or an adult but that's okay since it creates a lot of inside jokes between the two of you.

Basil- Basil is kinda the same as Sunny. He's very shy and doesn't talk to you a lot but he warms up on how he gets used to your presence. He loves to talk about flowers and shows you his garden from time to time. He loves quality time and sometimes acts of service. Sometimes just being there with you makes him calm and collective. Acts of service are something he likes to do even if it's just bringing you something small.

Aubrey- Aubrey is a massive tunsudere and pretends that your not really worthy of her. But sometimes she does let her touch persona slip once in a while. She loves quality time and Acts of serves and affection. You being there makes her calm and she warms up to you. Acts of serves is her way of showing she cares for you and doesn't mind getting things for you even if she complains about doing them. Affection is something she doesn't receive a lot and something she lacks in life. You showing her affection makes her feel loves and worthy to be your friend.

Cons

Sunny- He gets pretty jealous a lot especially if your hanging out with someone he doesn't know. He overthinks a lot a thinks that the person your with would take you away from him and he doesn't like that at all. You can tell him that they're just a friend and he'll apologize to you and them but that doesn't mean he still can't hold a grudge against them.

Mari- Sometimes Mari can be a bit overbearing she loves to hang out with you and invites you over a lot. This makes you feel suffocated in her presence and you can help but think she's a tiny bit clingy. If you tell her about it she'll be hurt but fully understanding and apologize she would fix the problem but also goes back into her behavior again after a while.

Hero- He's overprotective of you and doesn't want you to get hurt. This causes a bit of an argument between you and him but does get settled down. You argue that you can take care of yourself and there's nothing he should be worried about at all. Hero claims that you shouldn't be walking around without any company due to how dangerous outside could be.

Kel- He's a bit oblivious towards everything and doesn't see a problem with what he's doing. Sure he can be clingy and slightly jealous sometimes but that's normal. If you bring it up he'll say it's normal for him to feel that way and does push on to you. His being oblivious to everything makes your friendship a bit complicated but you still have a strong bond.

Basil- Basil guilt trips you a lot if you want to hang out with someone he would say that it's okay and he'll be all alone with no one with him. He also obliviously brings up his trauma on how he doesn't want to be alone or you'll leave him like the others making you stay with him. He doesn't want you to leave too many people in his life left him already he doesn't need you too.

Aubrey- Her anger issues are something she needs to work on a lot. She gets jealous of people you talk to and sometimes yells at the scram off. Her presence is already intimidating enough so people do back away from you and her. You tell her that her anger is something she needs to work on and she knows that. Of course, she tries her best to work on it but it's just too much for her to actually fix.

[cloudyyoimiya]

Masterlist…

Headcanons = ♥️ Fluff = 💌

Scenario = ♠️ Angst = 🥀

Oneshot = ♣️ Dark Content = 🔪

Drabble = ♦️ Miscellaneous = 🎲

The “S/o Adopts a Cat” series are all individual works!🐈‍⬛

Armed Detective Agency…

Osamu Dazai…

Oneshots…

Until the Two Lovers Meet Again ♣️💌

…In which the lovers share a dance once more

Headcanons and scenarios…

Changing His Bandages ♥️♠️💌

S/o That Is In the Port Mafia ♥️

With a S/o Like Aubrey from Omori ♥️♠️💌

Their S/o Gets Underestimated ♠️

Their S/o Gets Baby Fever ♠️💌

In a Love Triangle With a S/o Who’s Oblivious♥️

With a S/o Like Arlecchino from Genshin ♥️♠️

With a S/o Like Columbina from Genshin♥️♠️

With a S/o Like Kokomi from Genshin♥️♠️

With a S/o Like Maka from Soul Eater♥️♠️

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 1)

Their Darling Is Always Sleepy♥️🔪

Ranpo Edogawa…

His S/o Adopts a Cat ♥️♠️💌

Their S/o Gets Baby Fever♠️💌

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 3)

Their Darling Gets Into a Life Threatening Situation ♥️♠️🔪

Coming Back Home♥️♠️🔪

Their Darling Is Always Sleepy♥️🔪

Port Mafia Au…

Yandere Port Mafia! Ranpo Headcanons♥️🔪

Port Mafia! Ranpo Headcanons♥️

Atsushi Nakajima…

With a S/o Like Kokomi from Genshin♥️♠️

Romantic/Fluffy Headcanons♥️💌

Their Darling Is Always Sleepy♥️🔪

Port Mafia…

Chuuya Nakahara…

S/o That Is In the Port Mafia ♥️

Their S/o Gets Underestimated ♠️

With a S/o Like Arlecchino from Genshin♥️♠️

With a S/o Like Columbina from Genshin♥️♠️

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 1)

Begging for Their S/o’s Attention♠️💌

Their Darling Is Always Sleepy♥️🔪

Paul Verlaine

Oneshots…

To Be Human♣️

…In which you make him feel something he thought he was unable to feel

Headcanons and Scenarios…

When His Darling is Always Tired Because of Work♥️♠️🔪

A Taste of Home ♥️♠️💌

Oda Sakunosuke…

Their Darling Gets Into a Life Threatening Situation ♥️♠️🔪

Ryuunosuke Akutagawa

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 2)

The Guild…

Edgar Allan Poe…

His S/o Adopts a Cat ♥️♠️💌

His Darling Knits Something for Karl♥️♠️🔪

Decay of Angels…

Fyodor Dostoyevsky…

Oneshots…

Close Your Eyes ♣️

…You vow to betray the man you love

Heacanons and scenarios…

Their S/o Learns Their Mother Tongue ♥️♠️💌

Their S/o Gets Underestimated ♠️

Their S/o Gets Baby Fever ♠️💌

His S/o Kills Someone For the First Time🥀

In a Love Triangle With a S/o Who’s Oblivious♥️

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 3)

Begging for Their S/o’s Attention♠️💌

Their Darling Hangs Out With Their Coworker♥️ 🔪

Sigma…

His S/o Adopts a Cat ♥️♠️💌

Romantic/Fluffy Headcanons♥️💌

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 2)

Their Darling Hangs Out With Their Coworker ♥️🔪

Nikolai Gogol…

Oneshots…

Forced Photography ♣️🔪

…Your “lover” is quite fond of taking photos of you

Headcanons and scenarios…

S/o That Is In the Port Mafia ♥️

Their S/o Learns Their Mother Tongue ♥️♠️💌

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 2)

Their Darling Hangs Out With Their Coworker♥️ 🔪

His S/o Adopts a Cat (on the way!)

Hunting Dogs…

Saigiku Jouno…

Date Headcanons ♥️💌

His S/o Kills Someone For the First Time🥀

With a S/o That Talks Too Much♥️♠️💌

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 3)

Deceitful Kisses♠️💌

Physical Touch ♥️♠️💌

Suehiro Tecchou…

Oneshots…

Oblivious Troubles♣️💌

…He realizes that he may not be an ideal lover

Headcanons and scenarios…

Date Headcanons ♥️💌

Measuring Their Hands♠️💌 (prt 1)

With a S/o That Talks Too Much♥️♠️💌

Begging for Their S/o’s Attention♠️💌

Kiss Toll♠️💌

Deceitful Kisses♠️💌

[destinationsorrows]

Masterlist+Request info+About me

Masterlist;

I don't have anything written just yet

Request Information;

When requesting, request a scenario or something of the sort. I am severely uncreative (lie)

No NSFW: 🌑

NSFW allowed: 🌕

Same Gender only: 🌈

Platonic Only: 🫧

Fandoms/Characters I write for,

Omori:

Omori, 🫧

Sunny, 🌑

Aubrey, 🌑

Kel, 🌑

Hero, 🌑

Mari, 🌑

Sweetheart, 🌕

Space boyfriend, 🌕

Omoriboy, 🌕

Toilet Bound Hanako-Kun:

Amane Yugi/Hanako, 🌑

Tsukasa Yugi, 🌑

Nene Yashiro, 🌑

Kou Minamoto, 🌑

Teru Minamoto, 🌕

Aoi Akane, 🌑

Akane Aoi, 🌑

Sakura Nanamine, 🌕

Natsuhiko Hyūga, 🌑

Mitsuba Sousuke, 🌑

Tsuchigomori, 🌕

Sally Face:

Sal Fisher, (🌕 Aged up only)

Ashley Campbell, (🌕 Aged up only)

Larry Johnson, (🌕 Aged up only)

Todd Morrison, 🌈(🌕 Aged up only)

Travis Phelps, 🌈 (🌕 Aged up only)

Ghost Eyes (Webtoon):

Tobias Schneien, 🌑

Mattias Schneien, 🌑

Rudolph Richardson, 🌑

Emilio Murkmere, 🌑

Carmelo DeMonte, 🌑🌈

Will write any other characters if requested, I love you Ghost Eyes fandom

Creepypasta/Marble hornets/Other:

Ben Drowned, 🌑🫧

Jeff the killer, 🌑

Jane the killer, 🌕

Ticci Toby, 🌕 (Hes 19)

Tim Wright/Masky, 🌕

Brian Thomas/Hoodie, 🌕

Eyeless Jack, 🌕

Slenderman, 🌕

Nina the Killer, 🌑

Bloody Painter, 🌕

And tons more, too many to put down just request and I'll write it

Bungo Stray Dogs:

Osamu Dazai, 🌕

Chūya Nakahara, 🌕

Atsushi Nakajima, 🌕

Akiko Yosano, 🌕

Doppo Kunikida, 🌕

Jun'ichirō Tanazaki, 🌕

Kenji Miyazawa, 🌑

Kyōka Izumi, 🌑

Ranpo Edogawa,🌕

Naomi Tanazaki,🌑

Ryūnosuke Akutagawa,🌑

Ichyō Higuchi, 🌕

Gin Akutagawa, 🌑

Kyūsaku Yumeno, 🌑🫧

Motojirō Kajii, 🌕

Sakunosuke Oda, 🌕

Ango Sakaguchi, 🌕

Edgar Allan Poe, 🌕

Lucy Montgomery, 🌕

Fyodor Dostoevsky, 🌕

Bram Stoker, 🌕

Nikolai Gogol, 🌕

Sigma, 🌕?

Saigiku Jūno, 🌕

Tetchō Suehiro, 🌕

Scott Pilgrim (Movie, Comics, and Show):

Wallace Wells, 🌕🌈

Scott Pilgrim, 🌕

Ramona Flowers,🌕

Knives Chau,🌑

Envy Adams,🌕

Kim Pines,🌕

Matthew Patel,🌕

Gideon Graves,🌕

Young Neil!!,🌕

Stephan Stills,🌕

Soul Eater:

Black☆Star, 🌑

Maka Albarn,🌑

Franken Stein ,🌕

Death The Kid,🌑

Crona Gorgon,🌑

Soul Eater Evans,🌑

Tsubaki Nakatsukasa,🌑

What I will write,

Angst, Fluff, NSFW (Includes Gøre), Yandere, Comfort, AUs, anything that isnt in Wont Write.

What I won't write,

Inc3st, p3døphilia, basically anything weird and gross, anything sexual for characters under 18 (If i have to age them up then dont request it unless its Sfw)

About Me!!

Hi my name is Mercy! My birthday is April 1st and I'm currently 15 years old.

I enjoy alot of different fandoms and I really love art and music. If you want to be friends just ask, dms are open to anyone and everyone!!! And don't be shy to request anything, i don't bite! :3

Art Instagram is Mewre44, if you want me to draw anything just dm it's free since my art kinda sucks currently.

Thats it!! Feel free to dm or request!!!! Bye!

[sea-owl]

I really want a time travel au where only the bridgertons remember and turn yandere. the spouses get forced to make an alliance as all the weird stuff happening. Which causes the bridgertons to think that they may remember but they don't

Sorry if this makes no sense 😅

We just adding yanderes to all the aus. 😂 I love it. This is like my third time travel au too.

I can see it, though. The Bridgertons are all living their happily ever afters with their spouses and kids. Then, one day, they wake up, and it's 1813 again, right before the start of the season. They're not even in London. They're at Aubrey Hall.

Cue mass panic and outrage.

They want their fucking spouses damn it!

Anthony, Colin, and Daphne immediately set out to head back to London. London is where Simon and Penelope will be. It's also where Anthony can make preparations before he drags Kate back from India. If it's before she's supposed to come in 1814, he doesn't care. He refuses to be without his viscountess.

Benedict heads to My Cottage to make sure everything is set up for Sophie before he pulls her out of Lady Gunningworth's clutches.

Then you have the younger four in a huff because they don't even get the chance to go look for their spouses. Even if Eloise found Phillip, which she suspected was Cambridge, he still would have to marry Maria so the twins would be born. Michael was in the military at this point in time, and Francesca didn't even know where he was stationed. Gregory and Hyacinth couldn't even leave the house without supervision much less travel to Eton or run in the streets to look for the young Lucy.

Meanwhile, back in London, Daphne and Colin were out shopping though really they were planning how to seduce their spouses, when they passed by two courtesanas, one who giggled about her previous night with the Duke of Hastings. The other one gossiped about the new debutants and who she thinks will eventually join them. "I have money on the third Featherington girl, most gentlemen would bed a figure like her's but never wed."

Colin and Daphne lose it, and two courtseans are found dead two days later.

Anthony didn't even blink when he found them burning bloody clothes.

The season begins, and something odd happens.

Not only are Simon and Penelope there, but so are Kate, Sophie, Michael, and Phillip! And they're all sticking to one another!

Do they, do they remember, too?

Please remember, the Bridgertons are barely holding it together with all these unworthy harlots and rakes near their loves.

[lilac-udon]

the person you like is perfect and just too good to be with you, you look at yourself and know how horrible and disgusting yourself is, so you just want the person you admire to be with someone better off

I realize this is how I imagined basil, he is selfless but till the last moment, he broke, the glimpse of hope he still has for his friend , and the selfishness of wanting something for once, wanting to be saved by someone he should have saved

I’m like very bad at analyzing, I haven’t touched the game for about two years? The point is I never felt we see all of basil, and I don’t think the last three days can summarize up his whole character. I know a lot people already knew the last fight with sunny is because the situation(and I knew still people just see that as a whole) , on the other hand, dream w basil is also unrealistic, like dw Aubrey, it may or may not being sunny wanted how thing are(but I still like to add the sunny dream world is really spot on and perfect copy memory) w which dream world basil being extreme with only the good side sunny see, other emotions or flaw at first I think he just push on to stranger as the part he didn’t want to witness, however, besides stranger being angry and disappointed of sunny, I don’t see too much of a negative personality for basil (however the whole cast are very friendly and wholesome)

I type so much just saying

I don’t understand basil

I hate yandere basil, but I also hate him being passive to no aggressive, and a lot of time I think it became all fanon because idk

I felt like every character can have our own interpretation but I just felt like basil is hard to work w,he is rather too cute and passive or just straight up obsessive creep

Also lot of times ppl ignore everything

He just happy

Another kel

Kinda

Actually if nothing happens

They all kel

Besides sunny and Aubrey

Oh don’t let me write about kel

I have more to talk about