#yandere lime

[hana-no-seiiki]

Hairpin | Popped

YAN DELINQUENT OC x READER

Mori didn’t like salons or barbershops. He didn’t like it when people touched his hair or any part of his body for that matter. Despite his harsh looks and demeanor he had quite the fragile personal bubble. As such, his hair was kept a bit long throughout his life, only getting minor trims when his father doubled down and forced him to man up and take it.

He was used to snapping at people if they ever went too close, beating up those who thought they’d survive a brush with him.

And then came you, nonchalantly putting a hairpin on his head. As if he hadn’t singlehandedly sent a dozen students to the hospital just this morning. You, who suddenly stepped into his personal space like it was nothing, making a speech about him having to thank you for helping with his awful, smelly hair.

He didn’t like you. Maybe even hated you. Who were you to touch him like that? Hold his head so gently despite your cutting words.

And why couldn’t he stop thinking about you? Thoughts of rebellion and sticking it to the authorities were soon replaced by your scowl. Your soft hands. The mix of your bitter personality and sweet countenance.

Ah, and your hairpin.

Right. You must have worn this before. Used it on your own hair as you’ve done his. Held it, run it along your locks, cover it with your bodily oils.

He couldn’t help it. His tongue just started roaming the metal accessory. Desperate for a taste of you, a semblance of the feeling he got through your encounter. His hands subconsciously moved over his crotch, palming over his boxers.

He could think of another thing of his you could pop.

Want another fic with Mori/ to know what he looks like ? Check this post out !

If you want to check out his character profile , go to this link !

[dark-side-blog3]

Imagine a corrupt Sydney edging you for hours and locking you in chastity, while they get to cum as much as they want with your hands and mouth.

Also also afab Sydney queening you before unlocking your chastity. If you don’t do good you may not even get the device off for that day’s edging session. Just humping uselessly at a vibrator wand on low, or Sydney’s hot breath warming up the metal as they lay their face on your locked crotch, watching the way you tremble and shiver, trying to get any semblance of stimulation while pleasuring Sydney.

[writer-by-the-sea]

NSFT - NOT SAFE FOR TUMBLR, Minors DNI

Elliott imagines what it would be like with you. On top of you.

Script below if needed.

NSFT, me moaning and sounding desperate as hell, thrown together script, volume warning, and warning for sounding nothing like Elliott should. Enjoy.

I can’t take my eyes off of you. 

Even the way you bend down to pick up a random fruit or vegetable creates lust in my heart. Today, you’re on the beach, half naked and lying on a towel while you soak in the sun. 

While I’ve never been the type of man to openly oggle another being, I couldn’t seem to stop myself; peeking at you from behind my curtains like a sick man. 

Despite years of learning to control myself, to present myself with nothing but elegance and poise; I stroke myself as I watch you. 

How badly I ache for you, how I throb in my hand; my cock needy and leaking just a little bit. 

In my youth, I would have never dared to risk being caught like this. Moaning your name and fucking my own hand while I imagine you below me. 

Your legs spread wide, your face filled with ecstasy as I pound into you, screaming my name and begging for more, more, more. The way I would crush my lips down onto yours, swallowing your moans as we reach that limit together. 

How you would shake, just a touch, your head thrown back and your voice silent and, for just a moment, the only sound in the room is my hips smacking into yours as I push harder and faster into you–

And then you cum, shouting it to the heavens as I finally settle in to chase my own high. Dropping my head into your shoulder, my hips thrusting with abandon until I finally finish with you. Filling you with my cum, each rope of it decorating your inner walls before it’s close to overflowing-

Fuck-

My free hand punches into the wall to support me while I finish into my occupied hand, my cum coating my fingers and dripping onto the old weathered floor. 

When I look back up out the windows, you’re still there; blissfully unaware of the man watching you. 

One day, you may be mine, and I will forever wait for you.

[yandere--stuck]

i know you didn't respond to my previous ask with ideas yet (and i wanna say pls no pressure!! i'm sure you must get a lot of asks!!) but man. especially after ur last post i was wondering if i could share some gore writing i wrote for bill? totally fine if not, have a nice day! (also, sorry he keeps possessing you </3 get well soon! :P) - that one anon who wrote zagreus gore a while ago

Just wanna say, first of all, so glad you're still around, anon!!! You're such a great writer and I'm still a huge fan of what you sent in to me! Hope you're doing well c:

And secondly 👀 Hopefully this will be a preview to a longer thing I plan to write

Warning for gore/suggestive stuff under the cut teehee :3

I can totally imagine Bill chaining the object of his affection down. On your knees, each wrist strapped in glowing blue metal cuffs above your head. All vulnerable and all for him.

Your flesh is so pretty and soft. He wants to drink you in completely. The only thing to ever dare grace his vision. But, what he's really interested in is what lies underneath.

The human body is hilarious! You know, if you really wanted to protect yourself from danger, your kind should have evolved some sort of exoskeleton to protect such a vulnerable spot from attacks. Oh, well! All the easier for him to slash into.

His eye crinkles with delight as you writhe against your restraints in agony. Tears pool from your eyes and screams rip from your throat. You make such beautiful noises for him, this has to be in his top five favorites!

He just watches for a while. Watches the blood pool out of your stomach, stares into the inside of your stomach. His hands itch. All those squishy little organs to play with…

You hang your head, breath coming out in stutters. Drool drips from your mouth, mind too fogged with pain to care.

Bill laughs when you flinch away from him, your eyes suddenly wide as the demon move closer. You thrash in a feeble attempt to get away, body taught and mind in a frenzied panic as he reaches in-

Bill coos at you when your entire body locks up. Your mouth wide open in a frozen scream as he plunges his hands inside your guts. He digs around, grasping and rubbing your inside for what he's looking for…

Aha!

He grips your intestines and pulls, your insides quickly becoming your outsides. You should be dead. You'd rather be dead than in such agony, but you know he'd never ever let you.

With reverence, Bill strokes and rubs and caresses your intestines, taking in the sounds of your suffering with glee. One day, you'll get used to the pain. And then, after that, he knows you'll start to like it. He can't wait for the day that you ask him to do this to you, for you to beg him for it. He can't wait for you to understand that this is how he shows his love.

Slowly, he lifts an intestinal rope to his eye. He forms his eyelids into lips to press a gentle kiss to it. From within his eye, a monstrous tongue comes put to lap at the blood that had been smeared onto his lids.

“Told you I loved you from the inside-out," he quipped. 

[koinotame]

boob windows. that's it that's the fic

word count: 1.1K content warnings: this is meant to be yandere au and sagau/self aware au so uh. hint of that, but mostly just crack. nothing Super Nsfw but the whole thing is raunchy and suggestive humour

characters included: mostly ei, but childe, kaeya and briefly zhongli also make an appearance with some others mentioned

a/n: this is a repost (slightly edited)! this was on my to-edit-&-repost list for a while now and this seemed like a good day to do so lol. alas this was originally written before the sumeru release so while editing there wasn't really an opportunity for me to add in wriothesley apparently out-butting zhongli or lyney's tigh high garters and i only just realised kaveh could technically also count here so uh. forgive me. i'll write something for them some day

"is… is everything alright, your grace?"

you loudly suck up another boba pearl, not moving your gaze from where it’s been lodged the past several minutes. "mm, everything’s fine."

ei fidgets in front of you, the cup held tightly in her hands still almost full. she looks unsure, but decides that she knows better than to question you. "if you say so."

it’s clear this isn’t what she had in mind when she personally came to see you instead of sending the raiden shōgun to greet and attend to you. the one time she comes out of her plane, all you’re seemingly doing is ignoring all table manners and gawking at her chest.

yes, that’s right, you’re ogling her chest. or, more accurately, you’re ogling her tiddy window.

between her and kaeya, she’s showing off much more chest. but then kaeya knows what he’s doing, while ei just seems to have it there for convenience over aesthetic…

you squint at her while you get lost in thoughts, and ei’s fidgeting intensifies.

ah shit. you forgot about itto. he wins in terms of who shows off their chest the most, you guess. he’s even wearing that… you’re not sure what to call it but tit belt fits well enough. anyway, the tit belt accentuates his pecs very, very nicely, although they do hide his nips from sight. alas.

you suppose gorou and cyno also exist, but they don’t have the same appeal. oh, and navia and la signora, but both of them are just wearing a sleeveless, collarless dress, so you’re not sure that counts either.

but then by that argument, does itto count? he’s not even wearing a shirt. cyno isn’t wearing a shirt either. and what gorou has is more of a tummy window than anything… but he does have that little window?

between gorou and childe, gorou is definitely winning though. you’d apologise for slandering your poor ajax but between the little triangle he shows off and gorou’s entire tummy out… you’re not sorry. though… there’s something to be said about a small slither of skin inviting you to stick your hands into that gorou having his whole tummy out doesn’t have.

wait, wait. you just had a genius idea. actually, two.

first of all, zhongli with a tiddy window… you are considering. then again, you guess his biggest asset is his bubble butt.

second, and way bigger: an idol group with some of your characters… but they all have tiddy windows.

"…your grace?"

you’re brought out of your stupor by ei, who is gazing in concern at you. you blink at her.

she struggles to find words. "are… are you sure everything is alright? is something not to your liking?"

it’s then that you realise you’ve started drooling at some point. shit.

you hurriedly wipe at it and clear your throat. "yeah, I’m sure. sorry, were you saying anything?"

she looks taken aback. "no, please don’t apologise. I should be the one to… I shouldn’t have interrupted your thinking."

it’s then that childe happens to walk by, and, like the attention hog he is, tries to get a foot into the conversation. you stay mostly unresponsive while the two chat (which seems to be mostly childe trying to hold a conversation with you while ei admonishes him), your eyes drifting back to ei’s tiddy window.

you really could stare at that for the rest of your life.

childe then follows your line of sight and chokes.

…though more because of him trying to laugh while choking on the dango he was eating than embarrassment at having caught onto your very appropriate thoughts.

ei looks confused but makes no move to help him other than pushing his head away from the table so he doesn’t make a mess. you honestly can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed.

he finally manages to swallow properly (you almost want to pat him on the back and praise him for swallowing like a good boy) before turning to you.

"do you want me to strip? my chest looks much nicer, I assure you."

you and ei stare at him.

he raises his eyebrows, pointing at her. "her skin looks way too soft and pampered." she looks almost offended. "mine’s covered in scars and I have actual muscles, doesn’t that feel much better for fondling?"

"what if…" you lean closer to him mischievously, like you’re about to tell him some big secret. "I prefer soft chests?"

he deflates. ei flushes, ducking her head into her still-near-full cup of bubble tea. "well, if that’s what you prefer… I can’t get rid of the scars, but I can stop working out. hmm…" he looks like he’s starting to make serious plans.

"no, I honestly don’t really care. all tiddy is good tiddy." you clap your hands. "anyway! it’s more about the boob window. you already have a (sad) tummy window, so it wouldn’t work."

"why not? wouldn’t that be double the sexy?"

"no, it cancels out."

you’re going to ignore whatever gorou has going on, because that works pretty well.

ei looks unfathomably lost.

"and anyway, if we’re talking about tummy windows, gorou wins."

he deflates further.

then he perks up.

"what about…" he brings his fingers to his face. you think it’s an attempt at looking cool. "butt window?"

you deadpan. "have fun getting arrested for public indecency."

he winks at you. "I wouldn’t mind getting arrested if you’re the one punishing me."

you have to physically hold the electro archon back.

"why, I wasn’t expecting to run into any of you here. what are you three up to?" kaeya’s voice cuts through ei’s snarls all of a sudden. he seems amused, but there’s an edge in the way he eyes childe.

"I am definitely sexier than any archon or soldier," childe says at the exact same time that you say "we’re discussing tiddy windows."

kaeya lets out something between a snort and a chuckle. it’s a pretty sound, but you can’t let yourself be distracted by him. he knows what he’s doing.

"oh? in that department, don’t I win?"

you stare intently at his.

"do you want to touch?"

you move your stare to his face. "am I allowed to?"

he smiles, mirth in his eye. "you needn’t ask. all of me belongs to you, and that includes my chest."

you seriously consider it and childe takes the opportunity to shove himself between the two of you.

"wait, wait! I offered first! ignore him, I’m right here!" "your grace," ei cuts in, "if you’d like to, I don’t mind you touching any part of me."

"ugh, fine, fine! I’ll just sample all of you then. if you’re sure you’re okay with it."

zhongli, somehow, picks the absolute worst moment to walk in.

the look on his face is priceless (you can’t tell if he looks offended or jealous), but even that doesn’t compare to the feeling of soft tiddy in your hands.

you were right, tiddy windows really are the best.

[heartfullofleeches]

A quick intro for my maid bots since it's been a minute since I mentioned them. Linked post will be the oldest fic mentioning them. More posts can be found in their tags below.

Cherry [He/they] - The original maidbot and while all of them have a fruit theme - named after his shiny red coat and cheerful nature. A bubbly and kind not with a slight glitch in his programming that tends to sour his mood and cause him to make little.. errors when interacting with humans that are not his master. Prone to hostile outbursts when met with their master's friends/guests which ranges from dish soap in their drinks to rat posion in their sandwiches.

Clementine [she/it] - A decommissioned military android repurposed into a servant and shipped to reader's house as trail. Extremely cold and untrusting - refusing to allow her master to eat anything without inspection of their meal or cross the street without holding her hand

Lemon [they/them] & Lime [he/them] - A maidbot and cat hybrid companion given to a lonely house spouse reader kept prisoner by their Yan spouse. Both were given to them as ways to nullify their loneliness - Reader's spouse completely unaware of the feelings the bots would develop for Reader.

Lemon is a wolf in sheep's clothing - quiet and polite, but as soon as Reader's spouse is out the door they attempt to woo Reader in ways that start at harmless compliments to boost their self image and slowly work up to suggestive to full on flirting. Lime is in a similar boat where they are sweet when others are around and only slightly clingy towards Reader, but when they're alone with their master Lime is all over them and even more forward than their companion. Can read Reader's stress/mood levels and cuddles up to them whenever they teeter slightly in a way Lime doesn't like. (Contrary to what past anons have thought - Lime is humanoid with some cat features)

Melon [they/she/he] - A maid bot with functions that cater specifically on sexual needs. Damaged in transport which has led to some memory issues she's still working to correct. Ditzy and forgetful, but remembers a lot more than they let on. Not much on him currently since they've only had one post, but I had to add her.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Kinktober: Day 10

Katsumi Orochi

Sexual roleplay is roleplay that has a strong erotic element. It may involve two or more people who act out roles in order to bring to life a sexual fantasy and may be a form of foreplay and be sexually arousing.

“Your posture is terrible, let me help.” It took everything in you not to die of laughter as your partner, Katsumi, adjusted your form for the umpteenth time. The karateka had insisted on trying out role play to spice things up in the bedroom so here you were in a karate uniform while he was your instructor… except he took this act seriously. Maybe it had to do with you being in the dojo after hours? You didn’t know. All you knew is he was actually teaching you karate.

“Katsumi, I don’t think-“ Katsumi suddenly flipped you onto the mat, his muscular body pressed against yours as he pinned your wrists above your head.”

“It’s sensei. And I don’t think you’re being a diligent enough student.” Katsumi clicked his tongue, his hands push the top of your uniform to the side so he can see your chest. Katsumi leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your exposed skin. “Perhaps I need to instill some…discipline in you?”

You nearly squealed when he quickly untied your uniform, his hands grabbed at your supple flesh in awe. His lips tangled with yours while his tongue wriggled into your mouth.

You melted in his touch while he began to grind into you. Your eyes half lidded with lust when he pulled away to admire your disheveled form.

“You’re going to take everything sensei is about to give you…” Katsumi huskily whispered while he began to unfasten his karate uniform. His beautifully chiseled body now in view. Katsumi wadded up your sash and shoved it into your mouth. “All you need to do is keep quiet. You don’t want anyone to see you like this, right?”

You eagerly nodded your head, your body filled with excitement on what was to come. Maybe you would give his role play fantasies more chances… this might just be more fun than you originally planned…

[killemwithkawaii]

Alright, the kewk classic 'face hole' design it is~ 📊✅

"Ain't he a doll?" 💋💦💕

And now while I fuck with this anatomy sketch 5ever, we gotta decide on a background! I'm thinking Sal would prefer to do his love-sick swooning in the privacy of his bedroom, but where, exactly? 🤔

'The bed'-

Perks: seems more routine, sowft snuggly nest to daydream and swoon in, [darling] collage on the wall, '... okay, what have you been doing with that pillow...?'

Drawbacks: Limited space, have to take stability/sinking into account with props, perspective is Hard and I will make that headboard look good or die trying

'The floor'-

Perks: seems more impulsive, more yan/NEET clutter potential (more room to spread out), a glimpse under his bed (and at all the [darling] stuff he's got shoved under there)

Drawbacks: That carpet is UGLY, I will probably (definitely) bite off more than I can chew trying to fill all that space with props, it hurts my Everything just thinking about lying on the floor like that for too long

'Secret third thing'-

....???? idk you tell me lol

[d1ana-m0nd]

╭─► ❝Poison Lips❞

Serval Landau × Yandere! GN! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd) || Inspired by Toxic

➢ Yandere && Not Proofread , Scenario && Word Count 298

➢ Everyone says love is a good thing, something that is complex and it can be experienced differently with each person you experience it with. Everyone should experience love in their life once in a lifetime. No one told Serval that love can be dangerous as well.

➢ CONTENT WARNING : There will be typical yandere themes (abuse, obsessiveness, possessiveness, and manipulative behavior), do not read this fanfic if you find it triggering or you are below 18+, slight lime but vague.

Serval was scared of your lips, they were overwhelmingly sweet and addicting. Some would even say that your lips are poison itself, others even joke that your lips should wear a warning due to how toxic those lips were. Despite the red flags and the dangers that she heard about you, Serval still found herself being lured in by the "toxicity" that she calls love, which will be her demise.

With every fight and anger that is lashed out upon her, Serval still found herself loving you but she is scared of you. You make her flinch whenever you raise your voice and your loud footsteps make her anticipate the worst to come yet, you reassure her that your actions are out of love to which she fell for. She hated that she loved you even though she knew that she was growing in fear of her life.

Everyone around her tried to warn her and tried to make her leave you but, you made her head spin with your sweet words and poisonous lips that lured her further into the abyss. She found herself stuck in the abyss, as reality and lies blended together which made her head spinning round and round. You got her where you wanted her to be, right within your reach.

Whenever you both explore each other's caverns or bodies, lust drives you guys on the edge. A lustful ride that leads you guys to poison paradise. Despite it being unspoken, you were just as addicted to her as how she was to your lips. You both intoxicated each other, with each other's love. Neither of you couldn't help it nor stop drinking the devil's cup, something you both treasure with each gulp despite the poison that was already dripping from your lips.

➢ DISCLAIMER : I wrote this not to vent or fantasize the concept of abusive relationships. I want to experiment with writing different relationships types, so what I wrote is very textbook based and experimental please don't take it to heart.

➢ "Minors don't interact" & "Reblog to support your favorite writer" belong to @/benkeibear

[hana-no-seiiki]

YANDERE! DELINQUENT! OC x READER

As celebration for 1K followers and 1K likes on the HAIRPIN | POPPED short fic. I have drawn a sketch of Mori and made another fic for you all ! Enjoy ;D

Please read the previous fic linked above for context.

warnings: [y/n] is masc leaning though i don’t use anything specific to describe them. [y/n] is kind of a terrible person. perv! mori. mentions of sex. underwear theft. stalking. m. masturbation.

IT TOOK MORI AN EMBARRASSING AMOUNT OF TIME TO NOTICE THAT YOU TWO WERE IN THE SAME CLASS. But now that he knew, he made sure to attend as much as he can. Shamelessly staring at you like he was about to have you as his next meal.

This would have prompted your classmates to warn you, if you weren’t such a menace and a half yourself.

From what Mori learned from his stalking, you were about as bad as he was when it came to physical hostility only that yours came in the form of verbal and emotional assaults. You were known for turning even the most popular person in campus into an outcast with just a click of a button. It became your job to basically be on the know-how of everyone. You probably knew everything there is about Mori himself.

He found out after seeing an underclassman confess to you. Poor kid had his heart shattered when you told him that you shared his declined terrific confessions about wanting to be railed by you, to not only the entire school, but the internet as well.

What was even worse was that kid still liked you after all that. Apparently you two were acquaintances and he had unknowingly saved the junior from getting his ass beat by kicking the bullies’. And that led to you and Mori meeting.

Tch. Why did he have to owe that lanky piece of shit the honor of encountering you?

After going through the 5 stages of grief that is falling in love with you. Mori decided to just fuck it and accept the fact that he ain’t getting you out of his heart and/or mind anytime soon.

Might as well indulge his feelings.

By that he means following you everywhere.

And he means everywhere.

His lackeys are so confused. Why was Boss stalking you? You had a horrid reputation like him, but you only attacked when provoked. But the way Boss was staring you down said otherwise. His horny was mistaken as anger.

This would have prompted them to ‘deal’ with you. If you didn’t threaten their social lives.

So for the next month it had been a standstill. Until one fateful day. When you dragged him to a dark, abandoned shed behind the school.

And started taking off your pants/skirt, and your undergarments. Your genitalia out for show.

“Wh-Wha—Wait— I’m—“ He stuttered. He’d seen you strip many times before. Even masturbating inside your closet and on your bed. But seeing you do it right in front of him with nothing between you two was still . . . new but nice . . . and a tad bit overwhelming.

“It’s my underwear.” You dangle the piece of cloth on front of his face. Using your free hand to put your pants/skirt back on.

“I can see that, why are you giving me your dirty ass—“

“I was thinking it may have been the kid. Taking all my laundry and all that. But then you started following me everywhere.”

“Y-You knew?!”

“I was guessing. But now I know.” You shrugged casually, as if you hadn’t just dropped the biggest bombshell in the world. As if you hadn’t just exposed his depraved actions towards youz

“Which brings me to my next point, I want you to go out with me.”

“What?!”

“Is that a yes or a no?”

“YES! I mean, yes — But . . . why ?”

“Well it’s an equal exchange. I’d have a boyfriend to stop all those pesky confessions and attempts at my life, which you have been doing for me in the background. Thank you, by the way—“

“You’re- You’re welcome? You could have said something—“

“Let me talk properly before I change my mind.” Tired of holding your underwear, you decided to throw it on his face before continuing, “And you, get to take all the underwear you’d like. Get to take me on all the dates you’d like. Maybe even fuck me in whatever place or position you’d like.”

This was too good to be true. Mori was leaking from the words coming out your mouth, but he had to make sure he wasn’t getting himself into a situation he didn’t want.

“What’s the catch?”

“It’s simple. Know your place. I take the reins of this relationship. Not you. I make the decisions and adjustments to this exchange. Not you. We’ll break up when I say so. So there’s no backing out on your terms I’m afraid.”

The arrangements seemed unfair. Too perfect. It wasn’t as if he’ll break up with you at any moment, he’ll just have to focus on keeping your eyes on him. There was nothing to be afraid of. Doubt still permeated, but even then . . .

“Deal.” He answered immediately. The benefits were too good to care about essentially being a guard dog. He might as well indulge as he has been.

This time without the time spent hesitating on his decision.

“Let’s make good on that deal right now, shall we?”

[ YANDERE DELINQUENT / MORI CHARACTER PROFILE ]

[dark-side-blog3]

Kylar would incite a nosebleed to get attention from me, acting like he doesn’t know what it does to me. He may not be a good actor, but that doesn’t matter because I’ll be seeing a nosebleed and will loose all rational thought.

Kylar getting his nose broken by Whitney and milking all the attention he can get. The flustered fussing about setting the bone, bandages, and medicine.

Kylar spotting you coming to the park, as is the routine now, and using pliers to fuck something up so he’s helplessly bleeding from his nose…. :(( please help him, oh he’s getting blood all over his slightly less grimy hoodie

Kylar trying (and failing) to get a nosebleed watching you dance/strip at one of your dancer jobs. He gets frustrated when he doesn’t actually get a nosebleed like in anime. Plus it just leaves him pissed off.

[brittle-doughie]

Had an idea ever since I read the 'biggest fans' thing....what if they fell for y/n when y/n was on a rival team...like y/n also plays 3 cookie volleyball and plays against the cherry stars? How would the obsession start and how would they take care of the...opposing sides problem? Also curious how they'd act when they play against y/n!

Foul Play (Cherry Stars)

I actually had a bunch of ideas for this one too lol

It was after a match that the 3 cookies of Cherry Stars return to their break room after escaping the reporters that tried to swarm them, exhausted and out of energy after another effort to win is out the window. The sudden knocking at their door made them jump, weren’t reporters kept from this area?!

Cherry Ball knowing this went to answer the door and came upon a supposedly new face to her that greeted Cherry once the door opened!

You introduced yourself as Y/N Cookie that came by and wanted to congratulate them!

Purple and Green Cherry Star Players wondered what you were talking about, they didn’t even win the match!

You added on that it was the effort they put in the match that made them winners in your eyes, they came a long way from their beginnings to where they were now at the big leagues here, it was like their first match back at your local town was just yesterday.

That line made them pause for a second before the memory of their first game got to them, you were that enthusiastic cookie in the crowd that cheered them on! One of their very first fans…seeing you here just as enthusiastic as you were back then did lift up the players’ spirits, but they didn’t get ahead of themselves, they still lost the match..

“Happy to hear you’re behind us all the way, but we’re sorry for disappointing fans like you back there.”

“Yeah..we hoped we could win something to make you fans proud..”

“Sorry, Y/N Cookie. We hope we can do better this next match! We won’t give up just yet!”

You had faith in them, they just needed to be led in the right direction and what better way to do that then to receive help from the other cookies in the stadium! You knew a couple of them, so it was easier on the introductions and get straight to the advice! The Cherry Stars were taken back by your will to help them out, you didn’t seem to want anything out of it and you’re here willing to lend them a hand? They…don’t know what to say!

“Thank you, Y/N Cookie. You truly are a fan!”

———————————————————————

“Y/N Cookie!”

When you said you knew the cookies around the stadium, the Cherry Stars players weren’t expecting Orange and Lime Cookie to straight up head towards you as they gave you a big hug. They were willing to give the players advice on what they knew about coordination and working together, but at the same time, they were also split on speaking to you as well. Seeing this, for some reason, it wasn’t sitting well for the three players

“They..really like Y/N Cookie it seems. Like they’re fans of them of too!”

“I know they’re here to help us out, but I can’t shake off this feeling when they speak to them..”

“What is Y/N’s history with these two…?”

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“Ah, Y/N Cookie. Have you seen my match?”

You admit that you did as you handed her a handkerchief, she was pretty cool in scoring victory in the last act of her match, she kept her cool under the pressure.

“You’re too kind, Y/N. Say, do you happen to be free after Sports Day?”

Oh! You appreciated the offer, but you were actually here to see if White Choco can offer advice to the Cherry Stars on what they could do to improve themselves!

“Of course! But just know, I didn’t hear a no for my offer hm?”

You chuckled as you awkwardly rubbed the back of your head as White Choco gave you a smirk.

If Orange and Lime didn’t raise alarms before, White Choco certainly was.

“White Choco is so bold..I wish I could be like that..”

“Y/N…really knows a bunch of cookies, huh?”

“They’re awfully close for fellow players…”

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“You helped me too! Talking with you helped me organize my thoughts! Let’s keep enjoying what we love! I know that no matter what, there are still cookies out there who will support me and my team no matter what!”

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, like Y/N Cookie! They’ve been there since the start and I want to make them happy for all they’ve done for me today!”

“Wait, Y/N Cookie? THE Y/N Cookie?!”

“Yeah! What’s the matter?”

“They didn’t tell you, did they? Well…”

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The Cherry Stars next match was up as they took to the field, the opposing team making their way out as well, Cherry Ball didn’t want to believe what she was told, you didn’t look like the volleyball player type, you were too gentle for a high stakes sport.

The look on their faces when they spotted you coming out last in the line as you took to the center of your team, the role of team leader. Your team voiced their enthusiasm and support for you as you gave words of encouragement to the reporters.

Your team were the hyped bunch, you were their star player in both the games and as a person, you were able to unify a team that worked hard and played hard! They gave you a pre-game congratulatory group hug as good luck for the match. A gesture the Cherry Stars didn’t appreciate, how come these cookies get a hug from their fan before they did?

The Cherry Stars’ admiration for you peaked when the match was occurring, being able to coordinate your team well and with such sync, they thought you all shared a brain. Having to play against didn’t help the Stars, but you’ve helped them throughout the day, it would be a shame if all that help went to waste if they choked up now!

You called out to Cherry Ball that she needed to make this shot to win!

She didn’t want to do it, she didn’t want you to lose! Your team looked so stoked to be here and a loss for them worried Cherry that they’ll begin to resent you! She didn’t want that for her earliest fan!

She’s worked up the whole day for this moment, do it and make the shot! She’ll not only make her team proud, but you proud as well!

SO DO IT! TAKE THE VOLLYBALL SHOT!

And so she did it. She jumped in the air and slung the volleyball back into your court with all she had, she closed her eyes while doing so. Green and Purple gasped as the ball flew right back into your court…and straight for you.

The resounding hit echoed across the stadium as the spectators came to a silence, as did both teams. Cherry Ball hesitantly opened her eyes…and was horrified to see that the ball had struck you and sent you to the ground.

Not caring about anyone else at the moment, Cherry rushed to you as she held you in her arms, pleading for you to get up and please…forgive her. She’s sorry, so sorry! She didn’t care for the stares of horror and anger sent her way by your team.

You coughed awake as you looked at her way, tears streaming down her face as she apologized over and over again. Green and Purple head on over to you as well to check on you, completely blocking off your team from getting to you.

You…you….YOU DID IT, CHERRY!

The cookies on the field and the ones watching were baffled that you were happy that the Cherry Stars won as opposed to being furious that they hit on the side of the face with the ball. Well…if you were okay with it, the sports commentators declared the Cherry Stars as the winners of the match!

The three girls wouldn’t stop apologizing to you as you returned to reporters with an ice pack for your face. It was water under the bridge, their victory made you happy so you didn’t care you got clocked on the face. Your team didn’t share the sentiment, how did these cookies think they were to show their faces again after what they did!

The Cherry Stars butted heads with them as they took you into their arms, if you were okay with it, then you were okay with it! Your team shouldn’t be allowed to just ban them from seeing you again! You were their earliest fan and no way will they allow the competition to ruin that!

“It ’s for the best that Y/N Cookie comes with us! We can get food to celebrate our win and for all the help they’ve given us”

“Not to mention that you cookies sound crazy, you can’t keep Y/N from us forever!”

“We’re only spending time with our fan here, what’s the big idea?”

And if your team started to cause far more trouble in the future..well, the Cherry Stars will cross that bridge when they get there..you should be on a team that will treat you with the love and care that they can show you…

Your team will just have to accept that facts that when it comes to vying for your affection, they’ve already struck out

[yandere--stuck]

AaaaaAAA I was so happy to see you already had a gore fic for Bill in the works! I have reread it like. 5 times. Your writing scratches my gore itch perfectly, and I just adore fics the intestinal stuff especially <33 and his mentions of your heart also… the romance!! I was inspired by what you wrote, I hope you enjoy it once again :D! (also im doing great, hope ur doing well too :D!!) - zagreus gore anon

Notes for anyone else: This contains gore!! So much gore!! Body horror— It’s Bill’s love language!! (intestinal trauma, mouth trauma, eye trauma…. Honestly ‘you’ here are violated in like every way possible.) No sexual content, but it’s suggestive to me. Bill Cipher is a Weirdo.

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You never quite get used to the pain. You wish you did.

In your memories, the sensation is dulled. You know it was painful, you know it was one of the most horrible sensations of your life, but the full extent of it… You can’t remember. Your brain must be protecting you from it. Every act of Bill’s love would constitute life-long trauma for anyone else, yet you live through another session of it day by day. No. Scratch that. They wouldn’t be alive to recall it. They wouldn’t make it half as far as you. For you, no such easy, simple fate can ever be attainable. The weirdness of his new world has conquered Death itself.

Bill had cradled his intestines in your arms, laughing as they helplessly twitched and writhed against his body, cooing at them as you howled in pain. “Aww, are you excited to see papa?” He’d said, and only the strangeness of it had kept you from repressing it. He talked to your guts as if they were puppies, as if blood smeared across his bricks were innocent licks against his skin instead. Another time, he’d wrapped your guts around his triangular body, and called it the ‘world’s most intimate hug’ as he whispered sweet nothings about how much he looooves you, and also the health of your gut bacteria. Somehow, he always outdoes himself.

Bill had dug even deeper, crumbling your ribs to smithereens in his hands, and held your still-beating heart in his palms as an object of reverence. “All mine, all mine…” He’d muttered to himself, his pupil momentarily expanding to a large, inky abyss. The pain had been so intense that you’d slipped into shock. A bad habit of yours, as Bill called it, would be your tendency to slip into memories of the past to escape the present. When you should be focusing on him.

That time, he’d jolted you back to reality by fire-hot pain slashing through your heart. All the time, it continued pumping, spurting blood in Bill’s direction with every pump. His powers were the only thing keeping you alive. When, once, blood sprayed right into his eye and he was forced to take a break, you smiled for just a moment. A lopsided, crooked grin. He’d used a mirror to show you his handiwork. In the outer flesh of your heart, he’d burned a little triangle. He’d already healed the skin. The lighter pink scarring stood out against the rest of your heart. Marked forever. Though he’s usually so talkative, at that moment, he’d been quiet for just a few seconds.

Then, he’d laughed, breaking all tension. “Wow, it sure smells like barbecue in here!”

On another occasion, he had hummed a little tune to himself, comically large saw in hand, as he cut off your limbs one by one. You could never forget the sound as the teeth sawed through your bones, bit by bit. Tearing through muscle. The clunk of your arm hitting the floor. Your leg. Rinse and repeat. You swore you could still feel your arms and legs, once you lost enough blood and your vision went hazy. Bill had hugged you against his smaller form. (He could change his body’s size, technically. But he always preferred appearing just as he was to you.)

“Without all those gangly, long limbs of yours, we can really cuddle now!” The next day, all of your limbs had regrown.

He’d cradled your face with one hand, and kept your mouth open with his other wrist. You could see nothing except for that giant eye of his as he pried your teeth out of your mouth, one by one. The taste of blood filled your mouth. He’d tug and tug and tug, not nearly using enough strength, and being entirely aware of it, until finally yanking it out once and for all. (Until it regrew, that is.) Under your gaze, he took your teeth one by one, drilled a little hole in them and strung them together on a necklace.

“Hmmmm,” he’d hummed to himself, a long, drawn-out noise. “I feel like it’s missing something. What do you think?” Before you could answer, not that you had any desire to, he snapped his fingers. “Oh! I know! For a sign of our undying love for each other, it’s a little plain with just teeth!”

In the next moment, Bill had taken out one of your eyes. You cannot comprehend how such a, relatively, small part of your face could hurt so unimaginably much. You wanted him to drape his guts all over himself again. You’re sure a point-blank gunshot to the head would’ve hurt less. Been less discomforting. His fingers had shrunk into paper-thin appendages and slipped past your eyeball, digging and cutting away at the nerves behind it. You cried tears of blood. If there was anything in your stomach, you might have thrown up.

Then, all at once, pain had blossomed into pure, mind-numbing pleasure. Compared to the pain, this is what you would like to forget the most. You’d gurgled out a moan through the spit gathered at the back of your throat. Your limbs had twitched helplessly against your restraints. When your optic nerve finally snapped, you’d whined as Bill took your eye out, exclaiming “Pop!” as he did so. For just a moment, he’d juggled your detached eyeballs in his hands, having left you panting.

“Yes, now this’ll make a good centerpiece!”

Pain had become just pain once again as soon as his touch left you. There is nothing good about a gaping, throbbing hole left in your face. You whine, sniffle softly, to get his attention. You hardly ever speak out loud anymore. Bill can read your every thought and is aware of your every idea. When speaking takes up more energy than it saves, why should you? In that moment, you had lacked the energy to think about it, your body desperately trying to recover itself.

Right now, you wonder why he’d make it feel good. Why, this one time. You don’t immediately get a response. Bill just laughs and laughs and laughs, running his fingers across the teeth of his necklace, poking the eyeball in the very middle. In your eye-socket, an exact replica of it has re-formed itself.

“You’re so funny! Why do you think I did anything at all? That was all you, baby!” His pupil transforms into a heart. It’s a blink-or-you-miss it transformation, and as soon as it happened, you think you’ve made it up. “I told you that you’d come around to it! Maybe we can even share in a little bit of pain next time, huh?”

You haven’t been able to stop thinking about it since, both his words and how mind-numbingly good it had felt. Maybe he’d simply lied to you, maybe it’d all been his doing. That would be the best outcome, right?… With time, you know Bill will ‘show you his love’ again— He always does. But this time, you await it with fear, largely fear, but with a little anticipation, too. There’s no need to tell him. He already knows.

ANON I AM BARKING LIKE A DOG!!!!!!!! BARKBARKBARKBARK THIS IS AMAZING!!!!! God, your descriptive voice is so good, it's so vivid!!!! Bill tricking reader into thinking they like it and them believing it...... Yummy yummy corruption in my tummy <3

Thank you so much for this, I can only hope what I write holds a candle to this!!! You never disappoint raaghh.

Bill draping your guts around as the world's most intimate hug. GOD. Also it's so fashionable! Gut scarf, teeth and eyeball necklace, literally wearing pants of your body to shoe his love and claim of you. Aaaa I'm kicking my feet!!

Thank you so much again holy smokes

[iyamaggies-blog]

Probs gonna make a part 2 to this

The narrator/reader is the yandere 😈

Still haven’t watched shippuden lol everything I know about Tobi/Obito is from other fanfics Lolol hope you enjoy!!

Let’s eat salad

I wonder what they talk about?

I would never spy on my precious Tobi, no I’m just keeping a thoughtful eye on him. Hiding in the trees nearby I can see Zetsu bothering Tobi in the forest.

Their meetings are sneaky. Something private just between them.

I can’t imagine why my darling would never mentions such meetings to me.

I bet this is somehow Zetsu’s fault…. Creating space between me and my beloved, one hushed whisper at a time. Making my cherished Tobi believe I’m someone to keep secrets from! I should be Tobis favorite!

He’d be better as a base for my salad!

I don’t trust him, that literal two faced-

“Got you!”

A small gasp escapes me as I’m yanked from my thoughts by Tobis firm grasp pulling me flush to his chest and lifting me off the ground into a tight bear hug as he cheers excitedly in my ear. How did he get behind me so fast?

“Did you think you could sneak up on Tobi?” He asks pressing the face of his mask close to my ear and swaying my body around side to side.

A smile tugs at my face and an embarrassingly dainty and girlish giggle flies past my lips as I squeak out his name

“Tobi!”

“I was gonna try and spook you but you caught me!” I blurt if between giggles. He lowers me so my feet can touch the ground releasing his grip on me and turns me around to face him, the casual man handling sending a jolt of excitement throughout my body.

“Silly senpai! You weren’t sneaky at all! You could never prank Tobi because Tobi is the master of pranks!”

“Oh maybe since your so bad at it I could teach you! Then you could call me senpai!”

I can’t help but stare up at him adoringly. Tobi is a silly secretive man who’s body is almost completely covered in fabric, but even with all the layers of cotton between us I feel so close to him. Ever since he joined the Akatsuki he’s paid special attention to me. He tried to act somewhat professional at first, polite enthusiastic small talk and lingering glances which soon escalated into pet games and playful manhandling. I immediately found myself coming up with any flimsy excuse I could to spend even another second with him. Im the one he’s supposed to have hushed whispers with…

Everything would be better if zetsu disappeared….

Noticing the silence I’ve let stretch between us I take a step towards Tobi and gently wrap my arms around his torso. Tilting my head upwards and resting my chin on his chest to set my loving gaze directly at his masks singular eye hole.

“Will you please teach me how to be sneaky Tobi-senpai?”

I’m gonna make zetsu disappear.

The sickeningly sweet tone of my voice seems to fluster Tobi, his hands lift and freeze by his sides and he takes a moment stumbling over his words. My opportunity to strike.

I quickly release my arms from his his torso and grasp around his shoulders hauling myself up his much taller frame to smack a quick peck of my lips to his mask. Promptly releasing my grip on him as I fall back to my feet a few steps back, cackling obnoxiously.

“Did I surprise you Senpai?? I’m really a quick learner!” I shout out between laughs. My hand covering my mouth as I look up at him through my eyelashes.

My laughter is interrupted my a surprised gasp as Tobi again pulls me from the ground this time hoisting me over his shoulder.

“Oh such a naughty student I have!”

He exclaims with a playful tone as he begins to walk towards the Akatsuki base. I can feel his muscles shifting under the fabric of his cloak as he carries me effortlessly. I can't help but feel a rush of excitement and anticipation for what's to come. Maybe Tobi will teach me some tricks on how to deal with Zetsu.

As we enter the base, I can feel the eyes of the other members on us. I can sense the jealousy and curiosity in their gazes, but I don't care. I'm too focused on Tobi and the way his large hand grips on the back of my my thighs, internally pleasing for his touch to slide higher…

We walk into a dark room and Tobi sets me down gently. He turns to face me, his mask still covering his face, but I can feel the intensity of his gaze.

"First lesson, senpai," he says, his voice low and serious. "You must always be aware of your surroundings. You never know who might be watching or listening."

With that, Tobi disappears into the shadows, leaving me alone in the room. I can feel my heart pounding in my chest as I try to focus on my surroundings. I can hear the faint sound of footsteps and the rustling of fabric.

Suddenly, Tobi appears behind me grabbing my wrist and spinning me around to face him. I try to wiggle out of his grasp but he takes control of my other wrist using his weight to knock me off balance and lower me to the ground. Hovering over top of me with my wrists still firmly in his grasp he kneels between my thighs bends down so his masked face is just inches from mine. “Oh wow you look adorable like this! So cute and helpless just for Tobi!”

His tone is teasing but the comment freezes me in place. Just for Tobi….

“Lesson number two, senpai," he states his breath hot against my skin. "Always be ready for anything! Wouldn’t want to find yourself pinned underneath your opponent! Especially one so much larger than you!” Even though the intention is playful I’ve had enough of Tobis mockery! Time to fight back!

and I fight dirty….

Planting my one foot on the ground for leverage I anchor my opposite thigh firmly over his hip around his waist and grind my pelvis against his. I see his single eye widen and he pulls back slightly, I think I hear a small gasp and it’s his turn to freeze above me. Using his surprise to my advantage I break free of his grip and grab his hands. I drag his one hand up to cup the side of my face. I can feel the intensity of his gaze as he hovers silently above me. “What’s the matter senpai? Did I surprise you again?” Wearing a devilish grin I take the opportunity to grind against him again as I tentatively Intertwine the fingers of our other hands. I see his eye shoot down to our intertwined fingers and I feel him squeeze my hand ever so slightly. “I thought you’d be prepared for anything.” I taunt tilting my face slightly towards the hand touching my face and gently nibble at the thumb of his glove. His gaze immediately shoots back to mine. He leans forward and traces his thumb over my lip staring at my mouth the entire time. He takes control of our intertwined hands and raises my arm up slightly until it’s next to my head before pressing down and pinning me. I smile up at him and I feel the gentlest press of his hips against mine, I gasp at the feeling of him, solid and monstrous against my hot core. “Please Tobi more.” I beg. Grinding my hips back against him to try and ease my own growing excitement. Fortunately thats all the encouragement he needs. Removing the hand from my face he leans forward to rest his weight on his elbow and entangle his fingers in my hair peering down at me the entire time he begins to grind against me with confidence. His pace is a little unsteady but the friction between our clothed bodies is breath taking. Wetness pools in my panties and my eyes flutter shut from the pleasure

“Look at me.” My eyes fly open to see Tobis piercing red stare hypnotize me. Is his eye…swirling? An untamed mewling rips from my throat unexpectedly when his clothed erection grinds deliciously against my clit. “A-ah! Keep doing that please!” I Yelp tossing my head to the side. Separating out intertwined fingers Tobi brings his hand to the back of my thigh behind me knee in a grip clearly meant to keep me in place as I begin with to squirm from the intensity . He presses his masked face into the crook of my neck and I hear him take a deep sniff of my hair. “So pretty and perfect just for me.” Has Tobi always been this powerful? He seemed almost nervous a few minutes ago when I initiated this but the man above me has completely taken charge! Caging me underneath him and radiating carnal desire. Even his voice sounds different!

“Oh am I interrupting?” My entire being is eclipsed with rage at the sound of zetsus voice. Snapping my head over to the source of the sound my glare is venemous once I see zetsu in the corner of the room. Just his head and shoulders peaking out from the floor. “Yes! Go awa-“

“Oh nope! Just a little friendly student, sensei role play!” Tobis interrupts me in his typical loud mannerisms as he quickly pulls away from my and begins to rise to his feet. “Tobi! I-“ he continues to interrupt me as he yanks me to my feet and pulls me towards the door before pushing me out of his room. I turn to face him wide eyed and confused. “Oooooh Im sorry, dont be upset! I was having so much fun with our lesson but we’ll have yo finish it later!” He quickly boops my nose with his index finger and pulls back into his room shutting the door and then I’m alone. I’m standing alone in the hallway staring at his door.

I’m gonna kill zetsu.

[issa-pheonyx]

yandere slasher fics when ?? 👀

maybe rz! mike myers, obviously silent but deadly—willing to do any to please🧎🏽

but honestly i’ll take whatever,, masked yandere slashers currently has me on my knees

can i be🧋anon btw ? you know me mamas ;)

𝗔𝗔𝗔𝗛𝗛 𝗕𝗔𝗘 𝗛𝗜𝗜𝗜!!! 𝗢𝗸𝗮𝘆, 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗜'𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼���𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗺𝗲. 𝗢𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲🧋𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗥𝗭!𝗠𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗲𝗹 𝗠𝘆𝗲𝗿𝘀, 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗻𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿. 𝗘𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆~🌚

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

-Of course, growing up Michael's childhood was not easy. He went through shit with his family. Not even at home he is at peace, school was hell too. However, the only person that showed him kindness and respect was you. He found it strange since no one has ever shown that except for his mom and baby sister (yes, she was just a baby, but still a purity of what he never had, to show love for his lil sis), but for it to be a whole stranger? That's new

-Other than that, he would try to build up the courage to even greet you. When it comes to you guys living right by each other he would immediately walk inside the house if he catches you grabbing the mail, you didn't get the chance to wave at him cause he's not outside anymore. Sometimes he would catch you by the windows either downstairs in the kitchen as you're washing dishes doing chores or you're upstairs in your room just staring in awe. In school he would quickly walk pass you by the lockers during break times saying "Hi(Y/N)-" then dips

-On Halloween though he finally confronted you in the morning before heading to school knocking on your door. He was nervous and you were surprised that he is actually there. He asks if you wanted to join him to go trick or treating with his family, you agreed, and there was that. During school hours you both talked about how much you love Halloween and he even asks what you're going to be as. When you confessed he promised to make you a mask that'll look sick and suits the costume...unfortunately it didn't go well

-You were wondering why he was taking long and you attempt to convince your parents that he must be busy making a mask for you, but alas he was outside all bloody, holding his baby sis, cops everywhere, etc. You found out he killed his stepfather, his big sis, and her boyfriend. It shook you to the core and you noticed he was also holding the mask that was suppose to be part of your costume before you guys planned trick or treating...

-When he was put into the asylum it was...tough. Of course, with Michael's quick temper and being above violence it was very complicated amongst his mothers end and you were her support too in need since you were Michael's only friend. It was years now, Michael all grown up and you were Michael's last hope since his mother's passing. You were shitting bricks-you don't even know he looks like now. They had security around and all eyes on him. You sat on the table waiting for him and when you first saw him your eyes widen from how much he really grew and felt intensely eerie from the mask he is wearing and being hunched over from how tall he is

-Lets just say it was both a creepy and awkward conversation. He sit in front of you and you just look at him, nervously, saying: "Hey, buddy...long time no see. Did you, um, make the mask like you promised you would?" He nods, finally a response other than an intimidating glare. "Oh yeah? Will I ever be able to see it?" He slowly glances behind the security then back at you,"Oh! Security wouldn't like that, huh?" He shakes his head. Throughout your timely visits it was typically 'yes' or 'no' questions. That's how you would both communicate

-Eventually, when you planned to visit him again you received a call from his doctor, Samuel Loomis, that Michael has escaped and is roaming free. Killing. You were petrified and he alarmed you to be at home, locked, as safely as possible. That will not work anyway, Michael has a way and will find you. It would be a game at first attempting to make you paranoid that you swore you saw him outside staring at your bedroom window only for him to disappear when you grab your phone to call the police only to check back and he is gone. He will pull these moves to manipulate you, thinking you're just getting it into your head, feeling confident that you're hiding from him very well

-Afterwards...that's when the real game begins. He starts to stalk you everywhere you go-revealing himself that 'yes, it's me, and don't worry no one will find you', demonstrating his classic knife that he is going to kill you...but, he stops. The look of confusion, hesitation, and defeat, He killed the majority of his family, why wouldn't he killed you? You were some sort of hope of his sanity? He grows frustrated and flees when Dr. Loomis finds you both or attracts attention from law enforcements or random citizens

-He acts like and guardian angel, but as death. Whenever there is cat-caller, group of gangs, or little shits stealing or throwing things at you best believe they're dead. The only time you were able to be face-to-face with him is when you try to run away from him and he ends up grabbing you, pinning you against the wall or onto the floor with his knife pierced through the wall. His heavy breathing through the mask was loud and his intensely staring into yours showing fear, but would back off and flee, because he needs to cool off from what was making hot and bothered

-Lastly, when he starts to build up more boldness with the physical interactions with you it seems like his touches becomes more suggestive, rough, and curious. His mind tells him to kill. Kill everyone, even those who were marked into his past. But, he couldn't. His body would react differently as he lets his hands wonder your body, curiously and roughly, and tilts his head hearing you react as you mewl and whimper. Is this...is this what his big sis and boyfriend do? Lets just say it led to more and made you puzzled, yet you felt like you're betraying yourself cause of his big hands roam your body. I mean I don't blame you👀

▌│█║▌║▌║ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ L̳͈͉̅̊ȍ̸̢̢̮͚̐̚v̸̵̝͙͆̈ͤę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ M̶̷̲̊ͥ͋͟ę̷̵̧̖̫̗̆̊ ║▌║▌║█│▌

𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗜 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘁. 𝗠𝘆 𝘂𝗽𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗦𝗹𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹~🖤🫣

[heartfullofleeches]

How would lemon and lime contrast in the beginning of knowing each other? Like, before they settled on an agreement of how they'd share y/n, what was their dynamic? -📦

"Master! It's time for your bi-hourly cuddle. Should we do it here or in bed?"

Crack

Oops - there goes the third broom that week. They needed to stop breaking those, or they'd have to leave you home alone with that thing.

Needless to say, Lemon was not adjusting well to your new friend. Lime took up every second of your time. Sure they were busy with chores...and Lime let them get near you without issue when they weren't - but you didn't speak with them as often as you used to while they were working. They missed your conversations dearly.

Lemon shouldn't be jealous. It wasn't even in their code, but a whole world of emotions had open up when they met you. They grab Lime's tail before the feline android could join you in the room.

"You need to stop."

"Ohh?" Lime's little carefree smile tightens into a grin. "Stop what, housemate."

"Spending so much time with them. They hardly look at me anymore."

Lime shakes their head, bell ringing. "You misunderstand. It's you that's pull away from them."

"What do you mean?"

"When master started warming up to me, you shut yourself off instead of talking to them. You're getting jealous, when we're supposed to make master happy together. You act just like owner - keeping your love minimal because you're afraid it's too much for them. They talk about you a lot, you know. Just like they used to talk about them."

Lemon let's go of Lime's tail. Have they really been that stubborn? It breaks them to know they were obvious to your pain. "I didn't know. I thought they loved you more."

"Our master has big heart. More than enough room for the two of us, when it really should be just us." Lime tugs on their apron. Come on. They're waiting."

Lemon follows Lime to the bedroom. You sit up, using your elbows. "Lemon? Are you joining?"

"If you'll allow it."

"Of course. I just thought you didn't want to anymore." You move to the middle of the bed. Lime, quick to action as always, bounces on the left side of the bed and snuggles into your back. Their tail drapes over your hip and claws tug the collar of your shirt, inviting Lemon in with the tease of your skin - fading bruises along your neck. Lemon crawls right in and lays in front of you, Lime's body pushing you to their chest in a sandwich of synthetic flesh and the warm body between them. It felt odd. It felt right.

Lime starts at your back at Lemon kisses your neck. They hesitate, still holding back - still afraid, but as they reach your chest the need they bottled up seaps through the cracks of their trembling lips. An android that cried. Bad for business said some, the perfect lure to others. Maybe the latter was correct. Your hands soothe through their hair.

"It's good to have you back."