#yandere male oc

[ambrosialdesire]

femboy/cross-dressing yandere oc has been made! HOWEVER i made 4 different variations and have decided to have y'all vote for which one should be implemented hehe btw by the third sketch, i was getting tired so that's why they're not as refined or feminine-appearing as the first two 😅💀

i would like to note that the designs aren't completely set in stone, i may be changing up the final decision a little bit if you guys like certain features from the other designs and so on.

here's some basic descriptions i have in mind for the choices:

#1: clingy and obsessive when he's dressed feminine, completely cold and distant when he's dressed masculine (only towards others that's not his love interest). very touchy and affectionate, lives a double life as his "sister" and himself; works as a model.

#2: bratty and vain, knows he has very feminine features and uses them to his advantage. has a short-fuse when he doesn't get what he wants, a crybaby essentially in order to manipulate. works as a "hostess" in a bar in a red-light district.

#3: calm and motherly, knows how to hold someone's attention and is quite knowledgeable. though patient and kind, he is someone to not mess around with and holds a fury like no other. probably a pediatric doctor, very good with kids and their parents.

#4: complete loner, used to relying on and trusting himself but when he gets to know someone, he needs them like oxygen. talented with his hands as a college artist, practices make-up on himself for his sisters and cousins but got so used to using it that he wears it daily (causing him to be often mistaken as a girl).

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

“She enticed me in my days. She allured me in my nights. She bewitched me in myriad unknown ways.”

Yandere Series:

— In which affection turns to obsession, and the desire to protect becomes a cage that locks both heart and mind.

✧Yandere!Alien:

Pulsing light (1)

✧Yandere!Shapeshifter: Voices and Faces (1)

Honestly (2)

Lior (3) Who I Was (4)

✧Yandere!Centaur:

Clothed Hooves (1)

✧Yandere!Slasher:

Staring (1)

Please just love me (2)

✧Yandere!vampire:

Dyed Fang (1)

✧Yandere!Jester:

Ending (1)

✧Yandere!Gatekeeper: Cross (1)

✧Yandere!Emperor:

Close the Curtains (1)

✧Yandere!Captor:

Weep (1)

Bite the Collar (2) NSFW

✧Yandere!Gang:

Cigarette Burns (1)

✧Yandere!Bully: 1976 (1) Bloody Knuckles (2)

✧Yandere!Rancher: Chains (1)

✧Yandere!Boss: Late nights (1)

Apologies (2)

✧Yandere!Chef: Imagine (1)

✧Yandere!Prince: Imagine (1)

Darling (2)

✧Yandere!Secretary: Imagine (1)

✧Yandere!Spy: Flirt with me (1)

✧Yandere!Preacher: Forgive me, Lord (1)

Imagine (2)

✧Yandere!Injured Soldier: Pale (1)

Passing Red (2)

✧Yandere!Regressor: Cry, die (1)

Note

The Current Me (2)

✧Yandere!Younger: Begging (1)

✧Yandere!Bullied: Prologue (required)

Chapter one

Chapter two

✧Yandere!”Husband”: Déjà vu (1)

✧Yandere!Cop: Meeting (1)

Wonder why? (2)

✧Yandere!Stalker: Shadows (1)

✧Yandere!COG: Look back (1)

✧Yandere!Beast: Schwarzwald (1)

✧Yandere!Author: Golden letter (1)

✧Yandere!Two:

Scream (1)

✧Yandere!Landlord:

Watch me, breathe me (1)

✧Yandere!Boxer:

Steel (1)

Through the Door (2)

✧Yandere!x2:

Monsters (1)

✧Yandere!Survivor:

Radiator Chains (1)

Birthday (2)

✧Yandere!Ghost:

House (1)

✧Yandere!Killer: Didn't See (1)

✧Yandere!Fae:

Twisting Silver (1)

✧Yandere!Guide:

See for me (1)

✧Yandere!Cult Leader:

The divine (1)

✧Yandere!Military:

Angel (1)

✧Yandere!WereJaguar:

Recede (1)

✧Yandere!God:

Sun and Candles (1)

✧Yandere!Trapper:

Little Dove (1)

✧Yandere!SP Demon:

Moaning (1)

Loving Series:

- In which love is the space between words, and the glance that speaks louder than any promise.

✧Loving!Romeo:

See me (1)

✧Loving!Professor:

Mountain Red (1)

Left in Winter (2)

✧Loving!Soulmate:

Feathers, claws, curls (1)

Rules and other important information

[tsuutarr]

All of the fairies in Cot’s village have told him that he’s a workaholic with no understanding of his own limits. He usually waves them off, too focused on his potion crafting to really care about what they’re saying.

But when he falls inside your basket, he’s vividly aware of how stupid he is for ignoring his own limitations. He had flown too far to find some herbs and now he’s stuck in a human’s basket. He really doesn’t want to know what you’ll do to him, but he’s too tired to fly away.

Maybe you’ll put him in a jar. Or rip off his wings. Or feed him to your dog. Or something. Thousands and thousands of negative thoughts flood his head as he looks up at you, a mixture of wariness and exhaustion present on his face.

The last thing he expects is for you to push a few berries his way. The sweet, tantalizing scent of the berries makes Cot’s mouth water. His hunger wins over caution as he chows down on your gift. He doesn’t think he’s ever tasted anything so delicious. 

Once he’s done eating, Cot decides that you’re actually really, really nice. The smile on your face as you watch him eat makes his heart feel all fuzzy and warm. Your voice when you talk to him is really pretty, too.

After that, Cot begins to linger around you. At first, it’s purely to repay you! You were so nice to him, so of course he wants to pay that forward. He helps you take care of your garden and helps you clean your house, eager to please you. 

As he continues to assist you in any way he can, Cot can’t help but love spending time with you. It’s fun, it’s easy, it’s just… nice to be with you. In fact, he spends most of his time with you, making himself comfy in the dollhouse you got for him. And when he has to go back to the Fae Realm, all he can think about is you as he goes about his tasks.

He doesn’t really mind it, though. He likes thinking about you.

But then he has a thought. Maybe it’ll be better if you’re with him, always. When he sees you hanging out with your friends on his visit to the human realm, this thought spirals out of control until it becomes something dark and possessive and all-consuming.

Yeah, it really will be better if you're always with him.

He begins to gift you enchanted tea leaves from the Fae Realm, determined to slowly transform you into someone who’s more fae than human. Then, he gifts you a lovely necklace, enchanted with a piece of his magic – a piece of him. 

You gratefully accept the necklace, unaware of the enchantment on it – an enchantment to ensure that all your friends are too sick to ever spend time with you because he’s the only one you’ll ever need.

And as Cot sets his plan, you’ll be none the wiser. After all, why would you ever suspect your cute, tiny fairy friend? He’s just so adorable and harmless, you know?

[noirscript]

of moss and memory

Pairing: Yandere Elf x Reader Description: Held captive beneath the mountain, you are worshipped by the obsessive elf Elarion, who tends to you like a sacred bloom, whispering promises of love, legacy, and the life growing he swears will soon take root inside you. Warning/s: Yandere | Kidnapping | Possessive Behavior | Captivity | Obsession | Emotional Manipulation | Isolation | Implied Breeding kink | Drugging (sort of?) Note/s: Apologies for the inactivity! Since you guys seemed to like fantasy men, here's a yandere elf. By the way, commissions are still open and Dark Roast is also available for half it's og price. Enjoy reading!

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You hadn’t seen the sun in weeks.

Or was it months?

Time meant little beneath the mountain where Elarion Vaelthir kept you, folded into a garden spun from nightmares and dreams. This place wasn’t built of stone and walls. No, it breathed. It grew. The halls were vines fused with crystal. The floors glowed faintly underfoot, pulsing like veins. The ceiling shimmered with false starlight, shifting endlessly above a lush, otherworldly paradise.

Elarion called it your sanctuary.

You called it your cage.

It was easy to forget the surface world here. The air was thick with the scent of night-blooming flowers, soft as a lover’s sigh, and every inch of the space had been molded to soothe your senses—or drown them. The water you bathed in was warm and still, always drawn before you woke. The meals were delicate and fey, infused with sweetness that lingered on your tongue like sleep. And then, of course, there was him.

Always him.

Elarion moved like something ancient pretending to be beautiful—and succeeding too well. He was tall and lithe, built not like a man, but like a bowstring held in perfect tension. His skin was pale and radiant, kissed with the faint shimmer of moonlight on fresh snow. Long white hair spilled in silken waves down his back, often tied in loose braids with obsidian clasps etched in runes that pulsed when he touched you. His ears swept high and elegant, twitching imperceptibly when you cried. But it was his eyes that undid you: silver-blue like frozen fire, luminous and unblinking, set beneath a brow too refined for anything human.

You used to fear them.

Now… you tried not to look at them at all.

He came to you each morning with flowers in his hand and scripture on his tongue. "You must eat, little flower," he would say, setting a delicate silver tray on the moss-carpeted bench beside your bed. “You’re too thin. You must nourish the body I love so dearly.”

He said it so gently, you almost forgot what he’d done to you.

You hadn’t been brought here. You’d been taken.

That night in the woods came back to you in pieces—petals of memory scattered in wind. The festival. The lanterns. The music. You’d stepped away to catch your breath, heart fluttering with excitement and wine, when the trees hushed and the shadows thickened. And then he appeared, without warning. Just appeared—silver and black and sharp with desire, like something summoned from a forbidden tale. You hadn’t screamed. He didn’t let you.

“I have been watching,” he whispered, fingers trailing down your cheek as vines coiled around your wrists. “You are the perfect match. The one the stars wrote into my blood.”

Your struggling had meant nothing. He didn’t bind you with ropes. He used enchantment—words older than language, slipped into your thoughts like lullabies. He whispered promises, curses, futures. And you believed them, even when your voice told you not to.

That was the most terrifying part: how much of you wanted to believe him.

Now, beneath the mountain, with your memories fading like dust, you sometimes did.

You’d tried to escape once—ran down a passage lined with glowing fungi, your bare feet burning with cold—but the path shifted. The plants rearranged themselves. Vines grew where none had been. You ran in circles for hours, sobbing, until the walls parted and Elarion stood there, watching you with something close to pity.

“You will only hurt yourself,” he murmured, cradling your body when your knees gave out. “You are not meant for the cruel world above. That place was killing you slowly. Let me show you what it is to live.”

And you wanted to fight. You did. But he held you so tenderly, and for just one moment—one long, agonizing moment—you melted into him.

That was when the real battle began.

He never raised his voice. Never touched you in anger. His cruelty was care. His obsession was dressed in silk and offered in petals and warmth. He washed your hair with his own hands, combed it slowly, humming songs from a time before your people had learned to write. He built a garden around your bed—midnight lilies, glowing thorns, sleeping vines that curled when he breathed near them.

Every gesture said: You are mine.

Every whisper promised: I will never let you go.

And then there were the nights.

At first, he let you sleep alone. Then he took to sitting at the edge of the bed, watching you as if you were a statue in a temple. Then came the touches—featherlight caresses along your arm, your collarbone, your waist.

"You were made for this," he told you once, voice a husky purr as he traced your navel with reverent fingers. “You carry within you the last hope of my line. Our children will be divine, born of man and immortal blood. The first of a new age. Our legacy.”

You trembled. “I never agreed to—”

“You were chosen,” he said, gently pressing a kiss to your stomach. “The bond is older than you. I feel it in your skin, your scent… the way your heart stumbles when I’m near. Even now, your womb listens to me, craves me. Do not be afraid. You will bloom beautifully beneath me.”

There was magic in his voice. Not cast—woven. Laid like chains in your spine, until you shivered and closed your eyes, praying to a god who no longer heard you.

He never forced you. That would break the illusion he so lovingly curated.

No. Elarion was too patient for that. He wanted you willing. Bent, not shattered. Molded until you asked for him.

And the longer you stayed in his world, the harder it became to remember the life you once led. Your name felt like someone else’s. Your face in the mirror—a stranger. There were days you woke with aching need between your thighs, and you knew he’d been near in your dreams, whispering things you couldn’t remember but your body did.

Then came the silk gowns—sheer things that clung to your form, whisper-thin. He dressed you in them himself, brushing his knuckles over your thighs, hips, breasts. Never quite taking you. Always almost.

"You are ripening," he said once, eyes dark with hunger as he laid you down upon the moss and placed his ear against your belly. “The time draws near.”

And your heart stuttered.

Because some part of you wanted it.

Not just the attention, the softness, the slow unfurling of touch—but the idea of becoming something sacred. Chosen. Worshipped. Loved.

Even if it was twisted.

Even if it meant never leaving.

You no longer flinched when he kissed you. You no longer turned away when he whispered, “My queen. My mate. My love.” You let him hold you as you slept, his arm tight across your waist, hand splayed possessively over the place he wanted filled.

And the worst part? It felt good.

It felt safe.

He’d stolen everything from you—family, name, freedom—and replaced it with himself.

And now, as he entered the garden chamber, bearing a wreath of pale flowers and a cup of glowing wine, you didn’t shrink away. You rose to meet him, your sheer gown falling in soft waves around your legs. His smile was slow and bright and deeply, dangerously satisfied.

“You’re ready,” he said, lifting the cup to your lips. “Drink, my love. Let the stars bless this night. Let the forest bear witness.”

You hesitated—not from fear, but from the aching weight of what came next.

He cupped your cheek. His touch was fire and frost. “You were always meant to carry me,” he whispered, lowering his mouth to your neck, fangs brushing your skin. “And now, I will plant myself in you. Again. And again. Until the bond is sealed. Until you forget you were ever anything but mine.”

You drank.

And the garden trembled as if the mountain itself held its breath.

TBC.

noirscript © 2025

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[monstersholygrail]

Yandere!Knight 💥💳💥💳💥💥💳💥💳💥💥💥💳

Yandere!Knight will have to entertain poor lonely reader considering who won't have any company but him, right ? 👀😈

Yandere!Knight is willing to be anything you want him to be. Anything to make sure you don’t think too much about the mysterious killer running rampant in your kingdom. He’ll be anyone just so that you don’t regret ever not trying to escape him. He’s all you need and he’ll do anything to prove that to you.

If you’re in need of a shoulder to cry on, he’ll leave his post without hesitation. Gathering you in his arms and laying you down on your bed so that you may be comfortable. He does his best to remove the impure thoughts racing around his head of pinning you down and making you cry of pleasure instead of sadness. But when his hands begin to wander too dangerously, he’s glad you’re too deep in your sadness to notice.

Then afterwards when you’re in need of a jester he hops up off the bed and does his best to put on a show. He was never one with quick wit or a funny joke resting on the tip of his tongue, but he has plenty of experience making a fool of himself. And when he just so happens to trip on his armor and come tumbling down to the ground, he lands right at your feet. His head slyly dipping forward so when he goes to stand he finds himself stuffed beneath your skirts.

Your roaring laughter that had made his heart dance and sing dies as quickly as it came once you realize where he is. Your quiet gasp is all too loud in his ears. He has quite the perfect view of your thighs rubbing together beneath your skirts. So now, as you’re clearly in need of a lover, he steps up for this task too. Always there to aid you in whatever you may need. Willing to fill any role you require. Especially one such as this.

And as he stuffs his face between your thighs, moaning at the sweet nectar of your cunt as he eats you out like a man starved, he only asks that right now you do not need him as your knight. But as a man who would destory entire kingdoms for you, who’d tear through army’s just to reach you, and who’d even kill helpless innocent villages in order to properly protect your kind and gentle heart.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Hello, can I get more stories about yandere cheerleaders and the yandere soccer team ? It's okay if you don't want to write it right now. May you be happy and healthy. Be together with everyone for a longggggg time !

Yandere Cheerleaders + Football Team (2)

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The thing about having two of the most dedicated and competitive teams obsessing over you definitely means protection but it also means being the main point of their tug-of-war

While they’re more than gung-ho about chasing off anyone else at the college who’s thinking of being more than acquaintances 

When they’re aren’t bigger fish to fry they start looking at each other

“Look, we already planned to study with them so you need to back off!”

“Ha, you ‘planned’ to. We asked them already so unless you’d like to explain why we can’t hang–you back off!”

“Our Captain–!”

“Clearly isn’t updated on (Y/n)’s time. Better take your pom poms and go do that.”

“You’ll pay for this!” 

Just because the Captains who’ve headed this interest are dating doesn’t mean the animosity between their teams goes away

“That’s what they said? Really? You know your girls have a tendency to exaggerate.”

“Exaggerate!? Your muscle brains went and posted all the evidence needed. No, they did not exaggerate they asked them and you know how weak they are if they’re asked by the group! Which is why we made the rule–!”

“I know. I know. They probably were just tired of the stalling, the week started and they haven’t gotten any alone time.”

“Yeah well now they’re going to pay for it, the girls are vengeful before they are patient.”

“Can’t you stop them, we have a big game on Thursday.”

“No we have competitions on Wednesday and if the girls don’t have their blood our competitors are going to get more than just their butts kicked. And I refuse to bribe those judges anymore. ”

“Please baby just this once.”

“No.”

“...”

“...”

“Alright guess we’ll have to duke this out later.”

“Yeah, now do you want to invite them over for takeout or go over to theirs for takeout?”

“Oooh, we haven’t been in a while! Let’s go to theirs!”

They do end up agreeing amicably

But that doesn’t mean the teams do

Whoever’s turn it is as decided by the Captains is always happier

It’s the ones who don’t that begin to talk amongst themselves

“I love our captain but he’s such a pushover!”

“Yeah, a leader should be a leader over his woman too!”

“But have you seen the cheer captain? She’s scary!”

“Yeah but the question comes up at some point who do you love more? The witchy cheer chic or (Y/n)?”

“That’s an obvious answer for me!”

“(Y/n) all the way!”

The cheer team is no different, barely waiting for their captain to leave the bathroom before scoffing

“I can’t believe she screwed us over again.”

“Hate to say it but did you really think she’d hold her ground to him?”

“Yeah, you guys remember that one ex right? She abandoned us back in Summer just for his that greaser wannabe.”

“Hmmm true…Hey do you guys think she’d dumb Captain manscape if (Y/n) asked?”

“Oooh that might be fun to find out!”

But despite how malicious it sounds the heart of those teams knows not to act they know better

… or most of them

There’s one or two in both teams that break 

Usually hinting at the cheer captain’s doing something awful to you

Cheating on the other or talking bad about you to the new students you’ve been trying to be friends with

While they’ll swoon in the moment because you’re hanging off their every word it never lasts

By the time they return to fraternity or sorority, the dream is over

And they're about to feel the worst and last pain in their life

“Look ladies here’s someone who’s threatened our flock…MY flock. New Girl!”

“Yes, Captain!”

“What do we do with the mockingbirds?

“We push them out the nest?”

“Very good!”

On the cheer squad, a simple alone time or texting without informing two other cheerleaders is humiliation by way of social media

Flirting with you earns a spanking by the vice leader

And attempting to undermine the captain…well let’s say the Cheer team is careful to wear  their running mascara when one of their teammate's severed hand appears a couple of miles off campus

No one really knows exactly what happens

Just that the only thing that identifies their old teammate is the obscure telltale feature

Like the green manicured nail on her index, the only one not torn off 

As for the Football Team they tend not to make it too imaginative

NOT because they aren’t smart…they just don’t need to be that creative with it

Plus they’re not that great at cleaning their own messes

“Captain, can I do the honors? I’ve got something special for our…dear friend.”

"Go for it."

“Edibles, the big M, a couple of high-grade stuff from our pharma buddies, and for an extra touch something out of this world to make sure you regret all that you’ve done.”

They’re big fans of injection

Holding the offender down and give one two three if they’re awful shots and then letting them loose

On a club’s rooftop, or a dodgy club, or even on their football field 

it’s just the horrible drugs that leave them totally unaware by the rabid dog pack or the unfenced edge or the sketchy people hovering near them

It’s textbook after all that kids too focused on their careers just get lost in the drugs

A shame that this pandemic isn’t exempt from infesting Energi University

It’s a little sloppy because they don’t always die

But thanks to their indulgent cocktails they sure won’t be remembering or even capable of getting a proper sentence out

“Honey, I wanted to congratulate you on that good catch you did. I was really impressed with that blend.”

“Thanks, babe but don’t think I didn’t notice how you killed that cheer!”

“....Are you guys talking in code because I really don’t get it.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it hon! Now about that takeout.”

“Yeah babe, we’ll pay for it and put on a movie or somethin’.”

“Oh but then it’ll be dark and even if your together I wouldn’t want you guys out there with all the danger around campus lately.”

“Then we’ll stay over!”

“Wait–”

“Yeah, it’s cool we don’t mind cuddling up with you.”

“Yup! Not at all!”

“Uh okay I guess.”

“Oh also you’re free to come to our practices right?”

“Yeah, both teams have been missing you real bad.”

Thanks for the well wishes anon! 🖤🖤🖤🖤 Rules | Kofi | Commissions

[gojossugarcandy]

To say your life has changed would be a huge understatement. In under the span of one week, you had found yourself a boyfriend and were already living together.

Ciaran was not only your boyfriend, but also a vampire. A very jealous, possessive, insecure and obsessed vampire.

Society always warns the younger generation to be wary of bad people. Nonchalance was the key to a healthy relationship and what not. Of course, being the youngster you are, you ignored all of those and were rather happy to have someone obsess over you.

It gave off a feeling of superiority.

But things quickly changed, a month in your relationship and you were already tired of it. And thus, you let your intrusive mind make a fatal decision for you.

Visiting your ex's birthday party. Without telling Ciaran.

You were sure had you informed him about this he would whine and start crying, these acts always had your savior complex kicking in. And he knew it.

It was the first week of new year, everyone at the party was giddy, excited and super drunk already. That everyone also included you.

Your number of drinks kept on going up and up along with those dirty eye contacts and stare downs with and to your ex.

He licked the cake from his fingers so seductively, it made your drunken brain want to ruin him right then and there.

And the consequences, well, you could blame it on your drunken mind. Or excuse it with 'I confused his face for my boyfriend' or so.

But halfway in those bedroom kisses, the window had flung open, with a cold breeze forcing its way inside.

And a man soon appeared there, the vibes he gave off were eerie.

Looking into his red irises, suddenly, a flashback occurred to you.

"Hey, you promise you won't leave me?" asked a certain red-eyed creature.

"No, never!" replied, a voice full of young love.

"Promise you won't lay eyes on any other men?"

"No, i would never, not when i have such a cute boyfriend"

"And what if you do?" Asked the boy, insecurely.

"Then, you can eat me up" said, his beloved, before jumping on him with a poor imitation of a monster's roar.

Both were laughing, the room was dark, with curtains blocking the sun's rays but the world still seemed pink and rosy to those two amateurs.

Fear, terror, horror took over you as you start backing away into a corner.

Your ex tried to punch the intruder only to be met with a swipe of his sharp nails.

Your ex started struggling on the floor, blood sputtered out of his wounds like a fountain.

And soon, his body stopped moving.

Your ex was now dead.

The heart-broken vampire, started walking slowly, his sobs a bit muffled out due to the party noises from the floor below.

"You killed him" you whispered, as your knees start buckling.

Your attention went to his nearing face, it had tears flowing out of his beautiful eyes.

And you felt the breath in your lungs knocked out of you as you were suddenly pinned to the wall, sharp nails digging into your shoulder.

"Why? Was I not enough?" a soft voice asked the inevitable question.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I-I don't know what got over me" You start shaking as fear completely takes over your mind, tears forming in your eyes, body shivering - due to cold or fear or both, who knows?

"It's fine, you said i could eat you, if you ever betrayed me" he said, as he gave you a big smile, a creepy one.

"Nonononono-" before you could even stop him, a pair of sharp canines sank into your flesh.

It was followed by a mouth latching itself to that spot and blood being sucked

and sucked

and sucked out of it.

A while later, there lay in the room of birthday boy, the body of birthday boy and a lovely young lady who had decided not to heed the warning, the advice of elders. And an unhumanly creature, crying, staring at his now dead beloved.

"It's Okay

It's Okay

It's Okay

It's Okay

It's Okay

It's Okay! I'm Okay!! Because This Is What You Wanted!!!"

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@meo-eiru The image up there belongs to her. I really admire, adore, worship, words are not enough! creators like these as they draw such good drawing with their imaginations! Like damnnnnn! and then there is me. A person who likes drawing but is a huge failure. (I swear, my human faces look like monkeys😂🤣😂🤣) Anyway, seeing the image, I had like a context for it. I don't know if this is good or not. My previous stories are trash because I, like, had no motivation to write but just wanted to. But this one fanart fired my imagination up and I just started writing.

[hana-no-seiiki]

TETHERED HEARTS

tw: yandere.

You weren’t supposed to meet him—not like this.

He was a ghost in the fashion world. A legend whispered about in ateliers and behind closed velvet curtains. No one knew his real name, only the signature he left on every creation: flawless, divine, unforgettable. The kind of work only a soulmate could inspire.

And then he saw you. Not at a gala. Not on a runway. Just… in the street.

“Perfect,” he whispered. Not to you. To himself. As if your existence confirmed something he’d been designing in his mind for years.

You were supposed to interview him for a one-time exclusive. That’s all.

But now you find yourself wrapped in silk and secrets, your measurements memorized, your life tailored to his liking.

He knows your favorite colors before you speak.

He sews your name into collars you never asked for.

And behind his smile is a need that cuts deeper than any needle.

“You’re my muse,” he says.

“My masterpiece.

“The thread I’ve been waiting to pull.”

But what happens when the design is done?

When the final stitch is placed, and you’re not allowed to leave the frame?

After all — he doesn’t create things he’s willing to lose.

so I’ve been working on a yandere game with @sophiethewitch1 and @deer-fic-fics called TETHERED HEARTS! please look forward to it! will be posting more information on it when i finish art for it!

THIS IS NOT CANON TO THE GAME ONLY PROMOTIONAL MATERIAL.

reblogging helps a lot! thanks for reading!

[aajjks]

work hard and love hard. (m)

warnings: 18+ thèmès, mánïpülátíón, ángèr ïssues, mástrúbàtíón, yándèrè thèmès, phónè sèx.

pairing: yandere ceo x fem!reader

note. ANOTHER OC! Ask him things all you want. I HOPE YOU GUYS WILL LIKE HIM. HEHE!!!!! he’s a mystery and I guess we all like mysteries. ;)

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Yandere CEO who didn’t notice you the first time he saw you working as a receptionist in the large company, because he is not a man who notices people, especially not those who are beneath him

Yandere CEO who is a very serious man, A very cold and cynical type of person and as cliché as it sounds, everyone of his employees are scared to talk to him about anything he would when it comes to work

Yandere CEO who is actually borderline psychotic because he’s a workaholic and addicted to success.

And that’s where you come along and it takes him 4 to 5 months to finally take notice of you, when he walks in with anger, seething because he was almost late to a meeting and felt your gaze on him.

“WHAT?!?” He remembers screaming in your face, and the way you had flinched, so badly. His gaze had immediately softened.

He didn’t realize why, that is until… he found himself feeling feeling guilty about screaming at you, and, he found himself noticing your presence more often.

Your eyes, especially your gaze.. that scared, yet curious gaze. He knows that you’re curious about him. But the thing Is they you’ve been occupying his mind often.

Yandere CEO who as days pass, becomes increasingly aware and curious about your existence.

And before he can even realize he’s starting to fall for you, which is ridiculous by the way because he hasn’t even interacted with you enough,

Yandere CEO has started to become more patient and less aggressive with his employees when it comes to talking to them just so he can make you feel comfortable enough to interact with him for longer than two minutes

Yandere CEO, who looks for every single opportunity to interact with you and whenever you do interact with him, he’s just so happy

Yandere CEO, who didn’t realize that how unhappy he was before you came into his life

 Yandere CEO who takes you out to dinner, sometimes even lunch when it’s lunchtime at the company and he takes you to the most luxurious restaurants ever

The reaction that you give him are just so adorable, he finds himself giggling and smiling.

And what makes him the most happy? Is that you’re single, you are such a good girl you answer every single one of his questions without questioning him

Yandere CEO, who decides to pursue you into a relationship. One day when you’re having lunch with him.

“Yn.. um I know that this is really awkward but.. I really like you more than I should.. I like you,, a lot.. your presence just feels so light. I really like it. Can you please… just… consider my feelings?”

Yandere CEO who understands your confusion, so he decides to give you time, a lot of time.

And it’s hard, because you make him so… horny, and.. obsessed.

He wants more, he NEEDS more. He needs more than a touch of your hands together. He wants to be inside you,

Yandere CEO who’s going insane from longing, desire. Just a call from you as soon as he’s hearing your voice, even when you’re saying the most innocent, stupid random things ranting about your day to him

Yandere CEO is cumming so hard as he strokes his cock for the nth time.

Yandere CEO who doesn’t think that he can last without you anymore he needs to have you or he will actually go insane and do something that you might both regret, but then it will be too late.

[sinnful-darling]

mmm thinking about oviposition with yan! naga…

mdni !!

cws : yandere themes, big juicy snake man pumps you full of his eggs, dubcon, implied stockholm syndrome, implied kidnapping, dacryphilia, breeding kink, rut, mating season, he makes you walk around naked, hemipenes, when i say monster cock i mean monster cock, manhandling, aphrodisiac venom, scent kink if you squint, ribbed cock bc i can, size kink bc im filthy and a slut for that shit, idk how big the eggs are supposed to be so just imagine for a moment with me, naga uses magic to heal your cervix bc he pushes past it to breed you….

“little bunny,” the naga murmurs, lips parted and gazing at you with thinly veiled desire. a shiver runs down your spine at the sight, feeling his large hands pull you into his lap. his tail coils around your waist— the chill of his cold scales seeping into your skin.

“you’re cold.” you grumble.

“i know, bunny. needed your heat.” he sighs in content, dipping his head into the curve of your throat and taking a deep breath of your scent. a low groan escaping his lips. he presses open mouthed kisses along your neck, sinking his fangs into you and gripping your hips. his hands rock you against the plate that hide his cocks, the area in question being pushed to the side as he grows aroused.

“h—hey! no—“

his cocks spring free, the both of them pressing against your stomach and larger than you could’ve ever imagined. your eyes widen, the scent of cortisol coming off of you in waves, causing a frown to tug at his lips.

“no need to be frightened, little bunny. i promise i’ll be gentle.” he murmurs slotting his lips against yours. you cry out in protest as his cockhead presses against your folds, your hips forcibly rutting against it in ways that have you dripping for him.

the nest he built for the two of you grows hotter by the second, your skin flushing and cunt clenching around nothing. the naga grins as he slowly pushes into you, pleased that your tiny human body reacted so quickly to his venom.

“thaaats it, bunny.” he groans, shallowly thrusting into you. “y’gotta let me in, pretty.”

the naga lifts your hips, rutting you against one cock while gently thrusting into you with the other. the way your clit brushes against the ribbed flesh pushes you closer and closer to your climax, your whimpers growing louder in volume as your body melts against the strong, sturdy frame of the naga. slowly, the naga’s cock reaches as far as your cunt will allow, utterly filling you to the brim.

your mind was spinning at how full you felt; you’d never felt anything quite like this before. the naga slowly lifts and rocks you, your orgasm washing over you as his cockhead brushes against a certain spot inside of you. tears burn your lashline at the intensity of the feeling, your jaw agape as the air is knocked from your lungs.

“fuck— s’tight…” the naga groans through gritted teeth. his head drops to the curve of your neck, lapping at your sweat-slicked flesh between grunts and groans. he screws his eyes shut as he ruts into you, heavy balls slapping against the curve of your ass. the naga leans back, gazing up at you with a softness, his forked tongue darting out to wet his plump lips.

“bunny,” the naga breathily groans, “feels s’good.”

all you can do is whine in response, your mind melting from the overwhelming pleasure, the feeling sending jolts of electricity down your spine. “p—please! need more…!”

“such a greedy little thing you are.” the naga grins, but picks up speed nonetheless. the pace has your eyes rolling back and tears streaming down your cheeks, your mind melting into a pleasant mush. your thighs shake as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to tighten again, one of the naga’s shafts bumping and grinding into your clit.

your gummy walls clench around the naga’s cock, forcing a throaty groan from his lips. his lashes flutter with ecstasy as his cock twitches inside of you, his quiet noises rising in volume — becoming breathy and whiny.

“little bunny — i’m gonna cum…” the naga groans, his thrusts growing sloppy. “cum with me… need’ta feel you cum again.”

he heatedly slots his lips against yours, groans and whines echoing throughout your shared nest as his kisses trail the expanse of your throat. his touch leaves a trail of fire, your cunt pulsing as you grow closer and closer to the edge.

“bunny — please…. cum with me! cum with me!” ropes of cum spill from the naga’s cocks, simultaneously filling you to the brim and staining the soft flesh of your stomach. he continues fucking into you, the way his shaft bulges inside of you forcing an orgasm to wrack your body.

your eyes roll back, your thighs trembling as your vision blurs with tears, the naga releasing a throaty groan. “that’s it, little bunny. just let go f’me…”

“s’gonna hurt a bit, darling…” the naga warns before his cockhead forces its way past your cervix, blinding pain erupting from your lower half. your fingers dig into his shoulder, a shrill cry erupting from your lips.

“i know, little one… just a bit longer. you’re doing so good for me.”

an egg the size of a tennis ball is planted in your womb, heavy and warm. one after another, the naga fills you with his eggs before slowly, carefully removing himself and brushing away your tears with the rough pad of his thumb. you feel unbearably full, unable to forget the pain from the intrusion. the naga’s eyes soften at your tears, his palm reaching out to gently cup your stomach — just above where your womb would be. a soft light shines from his hand, the scent of rain and moss attacking your senses as the pain ebbs away.

the naga wraps you in his tail, tenderly pressing your head to his broad, sturdy chest as he plants a small kiss to the crown of your head. with a flick of his hand, the naga cleans you up, the fragrance of his magick and the steady beat of his heart lulling you to sleep.

[2-dsimp]

I NEED TO KNOW HOW WOULD TEMOTHY REACT IF I TIED HIM UP AND TEASED HIM FOR BEING SUCH A HORNY BULL

Cw: MDNI Suggestive NSFW! Fem reader!

If you’ve managed to tie him up, then be prepared to run. Since it’s only a matter of time before his submissive begging turns into him being feral and demanding for access to your womb. All that farm work which toned his muscles would result in him effortlessly ripping out of what kept his bulky figure somewhat contained. Ultimately, You’ve got a snowballs chance in hell of not ending up bloated like a beach ball full of his heavy spunk.

[mysticalcrowntyrant]

ok so fic idea with like a yan vampire trying to get reader to invite him into her home 😚

Yandere Vampire x Reader

The movie flickers quietly in the dim of your living room. You’re not really watching it. Some indie horror flick you picked up because the cover looked edgy and weird enough to kill an hour or two. There’s a bowl of popcorn half-forgotten beside you, its buttery scent growing stale. The blinds are shut, the lights low, and the only glow in the room comes from the television and the blinking blue eye of your DVD player.

Outside, it’s raining—just a light drizzle that makes the streetlamps glow a little softer and casts puddles in shades of orange and gray. You’re not expecting anyone. No one ever comes over this late, especially not uninvited.

So when the knock comes—three sharp taps—it freezes your blood.

You mute the TV. Wait. Nothing.

Then again. Three knocks.

You get up, heart thudding behind your ribs like a fist on a door. Pulling aside the curtain, you peek through the slit in the blinds.

He’s standing on your porch, hands shoved deep into the pockets of a long black hoodie. His jeans are skinny, shredded across the knees, and soaked dark from the rain. His Converse look like they’ve seen the end of the world. He’s rail-thin, almost ghostlike in the sickly yellow porchlight. His hair is a choppy mess of dyed black and streaked color and it covers half of his face in greasy strands. Heavy eyeliner smudges his eyes like charcoal bruises, and his mouth, pale and sharp, tilts up when he sees the curtain move.

You step back instinctively.

He leans closer to the glass of the front door, peering in with eerie stillness, like a painting that just moved.

“Hey,” he says, voice muffled but smooth. “I…I think I’m lost.”

You don’t answer. Your hand hovers over the doorknob. Every instinct in you screams that something’s wrong, but you can’t pin it. He’s not threatening. Not in the usual way. But there’s something about the stillness of him, like he’s not shivering in the cold rain. Like he’s not wet at all, actually.

“Sorry,” you call through the door. “I can’t help you.”

His lips twitch, not in disappointment—no, more like amusement. Like he expected that.

“No, I get it. I wouldn’t trust me either. I look like I crawled out of a graveyard, huh?”

You don’t laugh.

He sighs, exaggerated, dramatic. Leans his head against the doorframe and lets his breath fog the glass.

“I’m not here to hurt you. I swear. I just…I was supposed to meet someone, and they bailed on me. Said they lived around here. It’s cold. I’ve been walking for, like, an hour.” He glances at you sidelong through the window. “Could I just come in for a second? Just to dry off?”

There’s a static in the air, subtle but wrong. Like the moment before a thunderclap, where everything holds its breath.

“I...don’t really let strangers in,” you say, voice uncertain.

“Oh. Right. Yeah, of course. That makes sense.” He bites his lip—his bottom lip is red, a little too red—and chuckles softly. “You’ve probably seen the news. That missing girl from the gas station last week. Creepy guys lurking around. Whatever. I get it.”

You stare at him. “You’re not really lost, are you?”

That makes him grin—fully, this time. And when he does, you see it. Sharp. White. Too perfect.

“No,” he admits. “But I am cold. And you do seem really lonely.”

Your stomach flips.

He steps back, just enough to look casual. Just enough to not seem like a threat. But his eyes—dark, unreadable, ringed in kohl—stay fixed on yours.

“I’ve been watching you for a while,” he says, so quietly you almost miss it. “Not in a creepy way. Okay, maybe a little creepy. But it’s not like that. It’s not…bad. You’re just…”

He pauses.

“You look sad when you think no one’s watching.”

Your throat closes up.

“I know how that feels,” he continues, softer now. “To be alone on a Friday night, watching some trash movie with a bowl of popcorn you won’t finish. Like you’re waiting for something to happen, but it never does.”

You don’t respond.

“I could make it happen,” he murmurs. “If you let me in.”

You grip the doorframe.

“What’s your name?”

He tilts his head, almost boyish. “You can call me whatever you want. Something cute, if you want. Like… Ash. Or Vex. Something dramatic.”

You don’t smile.

He shrugs. “Fine. I’ll tell you. It’s Remy. Fitting, right?” He gestures to himself with a flourish.

You glance at the chain on the door. It’s still latched.

“You’re really not going to come in unless I invite you?”

Remy looks at you like he’s won something. His grin is slow. Satisfied.

“No,” he says. “I’m not that kind of monster.”

He takes a step back, stretches his arms out wide, like he’s opening himself to you. “You have all the power here. You say the words and I’m yours.”

Your breath catches.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, tilting his head. “Someone who wants you enough to wait on your doorstep in the rain. Someone who listens. Who watches. Who already knows what makes you cry. Someone who’d kill for you.”

The air gets colder.

“I wouldn’t just come in. I’d stay,” he says. “I’d be there when you can’t sleep. When your chest feels like it’s full of glass. When everyone else forgets you.”

Your hand drops from the door.

“Say it,” Remy whispers. “Say Come in, Remy.”

The storm outside rumbles like distant thunder. The power flickers.

“I’ll be good,” he murmurs, with a smile that shows just a flash of fang. “Promise.”

Masterlist

[tsuutarr]

Yandere!Fairy x Reader

“Ack! You scared me!” you exclaim as Cot suddenly appears in front of your face. His laugh sounds like twinkling bells as he settles himself on your shoulder. “Seriously… How do you keep popping out of nowhere?”

Cot tries to talk to you, he does, but all you hear is the sound of bells as he chatters on. Though you’re insanely curious to know what he’s saying, it looks like you won’t be able to know how he’s able to appear everywhere you are.

With a small huff of laughter, you ruffle his hair with your fingers. “At least give me a warning the next time you appear. I swear you’re going to make me go into cardiac arrest.”

Cot lets out a series of chimes that sound like an apology as he nuzzles your hand. You can’t help but smile – your little fairy friend is adorable.

Your days continue rather peacefully, your most frequent company being Cot. Though you can’t talk to him, just having him around is fun.

On a particularly sunny day, you’re picking strawberries from your garden, which Cot is assisting you with. You thank him as he hands you a glass of water (he’s only a little bigger than the cup, which is such a cute sight). Once you’re done drinking your water, you let out a small sigh of contentment. “Seriously, thanks, Cot. I don’t know how you knew when to appear, but I couldn’t have harvested all these strawberries without you.”

“It’s no problem!”

You freeze, eyes widening. “...Did you just… speak?”

He smiles, eyes twinkling. “Mhm!”

Your mind is unable to process your little fairy friend’s voice, making you stumble over your words. “H–how?!”

With a small hum that sounds like bells, he says, “Hm… I guess you can say that I cast a spell on you!”

(And by spell, he means that he’s slowly given you food from the Fae Realm, eager to whisk you away once you’re more fae than human. But until then, the only real spell he’s cast on you is one that allows him to know exactly where you are. After all, he needs to make sure you’re safe until he can take you to his home.)

[bnyf]

yandere! male who's the epitome of gender ambiguity. the perfect mix of femininity and masculinity. his voice, style, look, physique. you absolutely cannot decide whether he's a dude or a gyal and he absolutely loves that so he doesn't say his gender nor does anyone spoil it for you. not that much people could since he goes by they/them or any pronouns and only a select few like his mother, father and few close friends know he's a dude. you're so confused and curious about him, you even have a slight crush on him which makes things worse cause now he thinks you two are meant to be together. it gets to a point where he undoes his zip in front of you and asks you if you'd like to really find out yourself, a huge sinister smile on his face cause he knows you really badly want to. so, do you really wanna know?..

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Ex Step “Kids” x Reader

Where the man you're dating and soon to marry have their reservations about you. Considering you're closer to their age and their father has millions in his name...

Thinking about the Step-family in question being adults; well established and acting on their own from their aging father

Unknowingly letting him fall prey to you 

Walking Temptation with a hunger for deep pockets and a smile innocent enough to make anyone swoon

It’s a shock when the next time they see their dad for the holidays he’s got you on his arm

Just a little bit older than them (half his age) and with a giant engagement ring on your finger

“You like it? Your dad got it for me when we were in Dubai!” 

“Uh Dad can I have a word? Alone?”

Taniya, his eldest is the hardest to grill you

Being incredibly open with her suspicions about you

And she’s the most vigilant when it comes to reprimanding her father for spoiling you

“Dad think about it (Y/n) doesn’t need another sports car! You’ve already gotten them two!”

In no uncertain terms, you’re sure Taniya hates your guts

If the way all the restaurants your future husband has worked with for some reason can’t serve you has anything to say about it, that’s likely the case

But you don’t mind!

That way you can take your man to the best place to get croquettes

Yeah it’s sketchy but that’s what his bodyguards are for

The second worst is his youngest, Titan

Classic attention-hungry influencer son who thinks pranks on you are going viral because everyone enjoys your misery as much as he does

“Your misery” is the curious tilt of your head when you find the leather seats of your range rover decorated with glitter 

Doesn’t really bother you though, so you’ll show off your new interior to all your new followers on socials 

Wonder where they came from

Finally the middle son Tariq always forgotten but not quite estranged doesn’t seem to dislike you too much

After all, he did start coming around the villa more since you’ve moved in

“Oh hey (Y/n) I heard those flowers my dad got you went missing, it just so happens to work out that I brought you some.”

“Those are my favorites! How did you know?”

“Lucky guess. Anyway, I heard you got the latest VR tech, want to show me how it works?”

For a while you fall into a cycle with your fiance and his family

Eventually tying the knot in a luxurious venue in front of hundreds of masked billionaires

Of course, all your older husband’s kids decide to be civil

And all is well…until it isn’t

All too soon are the siblings gathered again when their father dies two weeks later

It’s all so sudden

With heavy hearts, their knowledge of his decline makes it better for the siblings to take on the funeral preparations

Begrudgingly Taniya takes it upon herself to try getting the funds from you, coming to the Villa prepared to argue

Instead, she’s met with one of her father’s most loyal bodyguards

Woefully opening the door

“(Y/n) has been too distraught to leave their bed since the…last hospital visit.”

“What?”

She would have expected someone like you to have been jumping for joy

Having tied the knot with a man who’d pay for any tuition you might’ve needed paid Taniya doubts it she expected you’d be as bubbly as others in your…profession

But instead of partying you were glued to the giant California bed clutching an old shirt of his

For once Taniya feels bad for you

“Uh hey (Y/n) I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come to the first meeting with the mortuary staff. We’re looking to pick a coffin and–”

Instead of something snarky or even an agreement, you throw a black card in her direction and pull the covers over your head

Barely smothering the crying sounds

“You know what? Maybe it might be best if I stay back here..with you.”

It’s all too easy for her to lend her shoulder as you wail about your late husband–her father

Its awkward for awhile and then it’s not

She weirdly looks forward to pulling your tear-stricken face into her chest she wore the v-neck for a reason while you discuss the funeral arrangements

Purposely making her meetings online so she can rub your back off screen

Finding that the lingering security guard–your unofficial butler is getting more and more on her nerves

Taniya doesn’t even realize she’s gotten this bad until she’s hoping the chandelier will fall on her brothers when they eventually show up

“Wow. You two are here. In-person…why didn’t you call?”

“I don’t need your permission to see (Y/n)! But you know I would’ve come sooner if my company wasn’t dealing with a major crisis by some mysterious corporate giant!”

“Don’t look at me, I told you working for a shady company would get you no where.”

“I cannot with you right now–”

“I also came-!”

“Shut up Titan.” “Please Titan we’re talking.”

Titan isn’t all that worried about his old man being dead except his allowance stopped

And technically he shouldn’t be staying in the Villa anymore…but his followers are asking questions

“And in here we have the–whoa crying widow alert!”

“W-what?!”

He gets a lot of hate for that one

And while his siblings circle around you like vultures he’s finding it hard to insincerely apologize so that you can do a follow-up apology video with him

He’s following you around so much and observing all your little quirks 

he worries it might be important when ‘apologizing’ so maybe he should record it…

Thus begins his long and greatly popular series of getting to know my dead dad’s spouse

He records as much as he can–what you eat, how you talk, how you whisper promises to the pictures of his dad you put up

It weirdly makes him question everything

It also has him posting to a new platform…a more hidden one

“Alright, guys! I actually got into their closet without issue we’ve just got to hope they won’t need to come in here anymore. OMG They’re back! I wonder what they’ll do…next. Uhm…sorry chat but I’m going to shut off the camera for awhile….I think this is just for me.”

Unlike Taniya who will hesitate, thinking of her father while cuddling up to you Titan does not think

Because after his copious amounts of stalking streaming with you

He's decided you will be his inheritance from dad

Clearly the old man wasn’t strong enough to handle you

So Titan would be the hero to sweep such a camera worthy beauty off their feet

Tariq doesn’t hesitate either 

he’s gotten over that the day he met you

Sure he misses his dad a lot less than he expected+ but he does miss the privacy he used to have with you

“Hey (Y/n) do you want to go out for a ride like we used to do.”

“Oh Tariq I’d love to but I already told Titan we’d do a muckbang with him.”

“And after that, we’re going to film our feet ASMR!”

“Titan I said I’d need to think about that–”

“What?! You already said no to the hot-tub stream, how much more of a Karen can you be?!”

“Okay okay, but I’d rather it not be live.”

“Duh, I may not ever want to post it.”

Tariq is so tired of everyone else realizing just how much you’re not like any gold-digger he’s ever known

In fact, you’re so bad at it that he doubts you were ever a gold digger in the first place

“Hey Tariq the lawyer had a question about the life insurance money, should I just write you a check or do I keep it? I’m so confused.”

“Wow uh, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah, but your dad always told me what to do with this kind of stuff. So what do I do?”

“Uhh, how about we open our own bank account and put it there!”

“Oooh like a married couple’s bank account?”

“Yeah just like marriage. It’s a little too early to ask right?”

Nonetheless, all three siblings are beginning to realize just how ‘bad’ of a gold digger you are

And they’re more than eager to show you the right way…as long as you change your allegiance to them.

Rules | Kofi | Masterlist

[gojossugarcandy]

Lost, tired, hopeless, fucked, angry, terrible, gaslighted and many more emotions were felt by you as you sat on a couch. Staring at the door, and then at the huge, delusional elf, who thought he was the only person who could protect you and took on the role of a parental figure for you, was reading a book.

Its title was as absurd as this whole situation - 'How to be a good mother'

You sighed for the nth time, thinking of ways of running away from this place. This place which you accidently found out after doing a dare which your friends gave to you at a partly. This place which was covered with the very forest where you lost your way, shivering in the cold, dark night between large trees. This place where an elf, a giant, tall elf found you and took you home. This place where the savior soon became the oppressor.

To be honest, there were many chances for you to run. But what would you do after running? Silas knew this place like the back of his hand, and you? No, you din't

But then, little snores were heard? Once which you would have found cute, but not in this situation. As you slowly tilted you head towards the noise, you saw, the lovely elf taking a nap.

His head on his arm, and book on table and eyes closed.

Wait, EYES CLOSED!

You could escape!

Now, this time, you had a good chance, maybe you could find someone while he was asleep!

You let your irrational, intrusive thoughts win as you tiptoed to the gallery and jumped down. Good thing, this elf wanted cool breezes keeping the home fresh.

As you started running, you glanced at the watch on your hand. It was late, People would be having a dinner at their warm homes with their real family. Your family would be at home eating the lovely home-cooked meal with deserts send by grandma instead of cocks and tits of a delusional 126-year-old-elf.

You ran

and ran

and ran.

But then, a loud laughter was heard. It echoed through the forest which suddenly went eerily quite.

You froze for a few second before walking slowly, seeing a hut neaby.

An abandoned hut by the looks of it.

A twig snapped due to you walking on it.

Another one snapped, again due to you.

Another one snapped, but this time it wasn't you.

You froze, before bolting to the hut's door and locking it.

Or at least trying to lock it by pushing a nearby table and then sofa against it.

Then, there was silence.

But not a comfortable one.

Loud steps nearing by.

Pat

pat

pat

pat

c l i c k

The door opened but was blocked due to the obstructions in the way.

A hysterical laugh was heard, as Silas called out to you.

And then with one harsh push the door along with the table and sofa were pushed behind, forcefully.

As he stared at you intensely, he said in an alluring voice that was anything but safe

"There you are darling! Didn't I tell you shouldn't hide right before mealtime? Oh, What will I do with you?"

The girl's eyes expressed her horror but deep inside those was a small hint of defeat. A small hint of giving up.

A small hint of acceptance of fate.

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@meo-eiru(The image up there belong to her. I really admire, adore, worship, words are not enough! creators like these as they draw such good drawing with their imaginations! Like damnnnnn! and then there is me. A person who likes drawing but is a huge failure. (I swear, my human faces look like monkeys😂🤣😂🤣) Anyway, seeing the image, I had like a context for it. I don't know if this is good or not. My previous stories are trash because I, like, had not motivation to write but just wanted to. But this one fanart fired my imagination up and I just started writing.

This thing is copied form the precious post of mine. I think Silas has the second-most effect on me (Theo and Ciaran own the first place).