#yandere saeran Choi x reader

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Yan!Saeran waking up from a nightmare and can’t find his darling, but she was just drinking water or something👉🏻👈🏻 do you have his general headcanons?

Yandere Saeran

Saeran doesn't really know how to show affection.

He is too afraid that you will abandon him.

Of course you don't know his "real" feelings.

Because Saeran has never discussed this with you.

So the fact that Saeran sleeps next to you signals some kind of tenderness…

However, everything quickly goes downhill.

He thought this dream was horrible.

This guy has rejection issues.

So when he wakes up and doesn't see you, he immediately assumes the worst.

Of course you would try to escape.

Now Saeran is angry.

He doesn't know how to deal with these feelings.

Guess who got the punishment?

Yes you.

No Saeran doesn't care that you got up just to drink water…

You should have informed him about that

Except that Saeran would probably have given a punishment for that too.

A "small" contradiction….

Saeran will be much more possessive from now on…

Maybe he'll chain you to the bed.

[thevanillerose]

GLASS | YANDERE!UNKNOWN (SAERAN CHOI) x READER | MYSTIC MESSENGER

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CONTENT WARNING: Yandere, Unhealthy Relationships

Fragility.

It was a word that summed you up perfectly. From your plush pink lips, petite as they were, right down to your pale and bare toes framed against the fluffy cream carpet beneath you.

Typically this would have been a miserable sight, but because it was you he was observing, it simply looked perfect.

“Go on in then...”

His cold tone whispered through your ear, your wobbling legs seeming to have a mind of their own as they obeyed and stepped inside. In place of softness you now found something hard and cold. The surface beneath you had changed, from fine carpet to polished glass.

It surrounded you now, faintly reflecting your own frightened visage back at you, proving so clearly that you didn't want this, but had no choice.

To refuse to appease him would only lead to the others getting hurt. You didn't want that.

“Don't look so worried, [Y/N]...”

Saeran waited for you to turn around in your fancy prison, leaning casually against the edge of the entrance as he watched you. “...I made it nice for you, didn't I?”

True. A small sofa that converted into a bed. Plush pillows in Molang and Totoro designs. Even a mini fridge for whenever you got hungry or thirsty, and fairy lights that hung and glimmered from corner to corner. This glass case he wanted to trap you in was far from ugly, or uncomfortable. But to be sealed away in the centre of his bedroom, treated like some limited edition doll...how could you feel even remotely optimistic about this?

“Didn't I?”

But again...this was an unfortunate necessity. His threats weren't light. There was a strong possibility he would try to hurt those you cared about...even his own family. All because he insisted on one simple thing.

She's MINE.

So here you were.

A pair of pale and slender arms wrapped around your middle, Saeran's firm chest pressing to your back and lips meeting the shell of your ear. His voice spoke ominously into it:

“Are you ignoring me, [Y/N]?”

You gulped, snapping free from your daze immediately and shaking your head. “N-no sir--”

He only squeezed your harder, chuckling darkly.

“...'Sir'...” he hummed, allowing his nose to brush against your neck as he shifted his head further into the crook of it, “...You don't need to call me 'sir'. Just call me 'Saeran', alright? Or if you like, you can call me 'Ray'.”

You didn't care.

“Either way, I want you to feel relaxed.”

You didn't know how you could, especially when he stepped in there with you and closed the door. A matching glass lock fit into place and he slid the key back around his neck, shimmering with hints of blue. His ice-like eyes were just the same, cruelly observing you as you slipped free from his hold and backed away a few steps.

It was sickening. To see so clearly the world around you, but know you couldn't step into it.

“This is all you'll know now...” he came stepping closer, the solution to your entrapment dangling so temptingly before his burgundy tank top, his slender hands drawing themselves across the clear walls as he walked. Eventually he reached you, and one of those hands came up to cup your cheek, thumb running almost tentatively across your skin.

“I'm the only person you'll see, because I'm the only person you need. You shouldn't be a part of their pathetic world when you can be with me instead.” he purred out lowly, leaning closer and closer until you were pinned against the far wall of the container. “That's what they call true love, isn't it?”

Like hell.

This wasn't love. It was a filthy obsession, one he saw fit to revel in. He had to be mad. Only someone who was genuinely twisted would be capable of doing something like this.

He tugged you down by the collar he'd placed upon your neck and had you thrust down upon the sofa beneath him. His well-built form soon clambered over you and made sure you were completely caged between his arms and legs. All you could see was his slightly shadowed face. Pink and white hair. Mint eyes...

“I've done all this because I love you, [Y/N]. Because I need you somewhere safe, somewhere I can keep an eye on you at all times...”

Saeran was speaking so softly it almost seemed alien.

“If I didn't do this, who's to say what would happen?”

You knew how he could really be.

“So...just relax...okay?”

His lips met your neck, and then your own. His mouth captured yours, hands coming to run down your sides, knowing you weren't going anywhere anyway. That fact alone left you with no choice but to let him kiss you, as much as you wanted to resist.

You felt so pathetic though. It was enough to make you well up, feeling his tongue invading every corner of you, his eyes shut with a rush of ecstasy that you weren't privy to. How could you enjoy any of this when it was under duress? You had only stopped struggling so much because you were afraid.

But you still cared about them. All of them. You were certain they cared about you too, and were probably fighting for you somehow, somewhere, right now.

So why weren't you fighting for yourself?

Saeran moaned, and something about the sound of his pleasure ticked you off, enough so that your teeth came clamping down on his tongue at the best opportunity. He winced wildly and stiffened when it happened, pale eyes flashing open and zeroing in on your now defiant expression. His filled with fury, and he ripped back just to clutch his maw, feeling the raw blood oozing out and dripping from the corner.

“...You...BITCH!”

The shift was immediate. 'Ray' ceased to be, and some new kind of monster took his place. Two hands shot down and seized your neck, squeezing and crushing without any hesitations. Immediately you started wheezing and squirming, cheeks going red and eyes fluttering as he choked you.

“S—Sae---!!”

He didn't care. He was the one who didn't care this time around, he only wanted to repay you for your resistance in some way he saw fit.

Really though, he had no intentions of killing you. When you blacked out he pulled back, stopping himself from going any further. All his efforts couldn't go to waste, not now.

In time you'd come around...

“...Sorry. You gave me no choice, [Y/N]...”

His lips met your forehead this time, as he lay down carefully beside you, holding and caressing you closely.

You were fragile. He didn't want to break you.

In time...

…

“...?”

Confused. Bewildered. Lost.

Just a sample of the words that could have described you in that moment you awoke beside him.

Saeran was still sleeping. Dozing away, almost looking too innocent in that moment. But you knew better.

Oh you did.

And that key was too tempting.

Was it a risk? Of course it was, a mighty risk indeed. But the alternative was to sit pretty and live out the rest of your days like this, and just the thought was enough to sicken you. Even if you were scared, even if your fingers trembled ceaselessly and your heartbeat hurt, you still reached up to take it anyway.

You could feel his breathing pulsing through your hands as they cautiously lifted the chain from around his neck. Some of his soft pallid hair brushed against your skin while you removed the pendant, and for a brief moment you happened to touch his cheek with your knuckle. This made you tense like a rock of course, but he seemed asleep still.

Good...then I have a chance.

For now you had the key, clutched in one slightly sweating palm. Getting away from him was a whole other matter, but you took it step by step so you weren't rash. Easing yourself down, you passed by his chest and heard the beat this time, steady and relaxed. He only shifted slightly as you softly wriggled free, which boded well. Eventually you made it, and like a bullet you were up on your feet, while still being careful to pad along with little sound.

The door was right there. You hurried to it on your tiptoes and fumbled with the key. If you dropped it would it smash? Could you even break these walls by using something? No...he'd have thought of that, all of it. Everything here was so calculated and perfectly set up, he must have.

Far simpler to just be careful and unlock it. Such a basic motion, just insert and turn.

Yet you were shaking, and you clumsily ended up doing just what you feared. The key slipped between your fingers suddenly and clattered on the glass below.

This mistake didn't destroy the key.

But it did destroy your hope.

If you had only been one second faster, you might have made it. Sadly that wasn't the case. Sadly, Saeran's fingers curled through the back of your collar and hauled you back so fast and harsh that you choked. Sadly, he had enough strength on his side to send your already weakened body careening across the floor.

You were in an even worse situation than before.

“While I was sleeping, hm? Smart...”

Dazed and pained, you lay there on your side after skidding to a halt, watching with half-hooded eyes as his tan boots trod towards you. Soon enough his hand was in your hair and pulling you back up by it, his switched self not caring how much you were suffering.

You met the cool glass again as he slammed you up to it, his own body meeting your front and keeping you crushed. Still his nails were digging into your scalp, his other hand cupping your jawline and tilting your head up.

Mint eyes met you. Some humanity still lingered, but he was furious nonetheless. At times like this you didn't know what he'd do, and it was this side of him that truly made you fear for all the others. What if it came to the point where he couldn't hold himself back? Where it didn't matter what you did to please him?

“...After all I've done to try and keep you safe, try and keep you untarnished, you throw it back in my face by trying to leave me...”

His brow collapsed into sorrow, and a pang of regret hit you again.

“How could you do this to me...?”

How could someone so deranged speak in such a tragic tone? How could he look so disheartened when this was all his own making? How could he expect you to feel sorry for him?

Saeran let his head thump beside yours, his heavy breathing steaming up the glass. His chest almost seemed to heave a little while he leaned against you, as if he were barely holding back a sob.

As if this had truly hurt him.

It dawned upon you then.

More than the key. More than this cage. More than you yourself.

He was the most fragile of all.

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author's note: i haven't posted in rly long 💀💀 i've just been busy with school and lots of different appointments but here i am!!!!

warning/s: yandere themes, possesive behaviour, obsessive behaviour, clingy behaviour, mentions of murder/violence, mentions of isolation, mentions of starvation, forced affection, forced relationship, ooc?

word count: 1.1k

affection: how do they show their love and affection? how intense would it get?

- he shows it mostly through physical affection like kisses, hugs, tightly holding your hand

- he can get kind of intense with it if you deny him

- he's desperate for your love and attention and is not one to take no as an answer

blood: how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

- messy. very messy.

- he's extremely unstable and you're the only thing keeping him at ease and he's not gonna let anyone take you from him

- he's ready to kill anyone who he deems a threat to you or your relationship

cruelty: how would they treat their darling once abducted? would they mock them?

- he wouldn't mock his darling.. but he wouldn't be gentle and sugarcoat the situation either

- he wants you to love him back, yes, but as long as he has you with him it doesn't matter that much

darling: aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

- yes, he's mostly going to force affection if you refuse to give it to him or you're too scared to

exposed: how much of their heart do they bare to their darling? how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

- not very vulnerable

- he acts very aggressive as a way to protect himself from getting hurt again and is not very likely to let his guard down, even around you

- though maybe if you've accepted your new life with him he'll allow himself to be more open

fight: how would they feel if their darling fought back?

- very frustrated

- you belong with him and the faster you accept that the better

- so just stop making things difficult and just give in to him

- not like you could get away regardless

game: is this a game to them? how much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

- not really, but he might take some pleasure seeing you so distressed

- he's not too worried about you escaping as you're literally stuck in a cult on top of a mountain with nothing and no one else in the area, but he'd still get very annoyed if you make escaping a repetitive thing

hell: what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

- if you really insult him or said you hate him

- while he's taking out his frustration on the believers, you're locked up in your room and starved for a couple of days

- hopefully, then you'll realize how much you need him

ideals: what kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

- a future where V and 707 are gone (dead) and you and him are happily together at mint eye

jealousy: do they get jealous? do they lash out or find a way to cope?

- yes. yes, he gets very jealous. yes, he gets jealous if you interact with anyone but him and the savior. no, he doesn't find a way to cope. yes he takes it out on whoever you were talking to

kisses: how do they act around or with their darling?

- he's very initiative

- also extremely clingy. you're his, so he here should get to be around you all the time

love letters: how would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

- if we're going based on the actual game, he'll just walk right into your room and proclaim you as 'his' 💀

mask: are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

- not really?

- he doesn't hide his possessive tendencies, at all

- in the game, he literally was about to choke this other believer just cause he wouldn't let saeran into MC's room

naughty: how would they punish their darling?

- i don't think he would be very violent and would rather resort to isolating you for some days

- watching you through the cameras would suffice

- however, this would really only happen if you tried to actually escape

oppression: how many rights would they take away from their darling?

- only their freedom, usually

patience: how patient are they with their darling?

- not very patient..

- when he wants something, he wants it right then and there

- but, for you, he could compromise. a little

quit: if their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

- if you died, he would be absolutely filled with grief, anger, and guilt

- no no no.. you were the only thing keeping him happy, keeping the painful emptiness away, he needs you..!!

- he can't do this without you.. so, he'll just join you instead..

- if you were you successfully escape, he would track you down 😐

- you're not getting away from him, sorry.. 💀

regret: would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? would they ever let their darling go?

- no

- he can't let you go

- even if he feels guilty

- he needs you

stigma: what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

- his desperate need for love and validation

- the love he never got from his mom, or his dad, or his brother, or V, or rika

- but now he has you! and you love him, right?

- RIGHT!?!!?

tears: how do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

- he feels bad..

- at the end of the day, he just wants to be loved

- he doesn't want you to cry, scream, and say you hate him

- no! you're supposed to love him!

- you can't hate him? nono- you can't!

- he'll make sure you know how much you need him...

unique: would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

- would hack into all your devices, just to know what you're doing on there :)

vice: what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

- probably his desperateness

- feed into his delusions

- act like you love him and want to be with him forever

- continue this for long enough and he'll lower his guard

- and that's when you make a run for it

wit’s end: would they ever hurt their darling?

- yes, but mostly emotionally rather than physically

xoanon: how much would they revere or worship their darling? to what length would they go to win their darling over?

- he acts more like you should worship him

- and he doesn't believe he needs to win his darling over

yearn: how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

- like a day or two 💀

zenith: would they ever break their darling?

- yes, but only if they never give up on escaping and keep fighting back

[weewoounderoos]

WE FINALLY HAVE EYES

[youryanderedaddy]

I had a dream just now that might make a good story. So, I had a virus on my laptop which allowed a hacker to see everything I did on my computer and use my webcam. The hacker ends up falling in love with me after stalking me for a few months and pays for someone on the dark web to kidnap me. It works, and then I wake up tied up in the hacker's arm as he caresses and kisses me. That's pretty much it, good night! 🌙

Yo this is my kink 😳

Also I couldn't not write this for Saeran, ok.

Title: Stranger danger

Tw: nsfw - ish, female reader, masturbation, cyber stalking, hacking, mentions of dark web, very irresponsible online behavior, obsessive behavior, implied kidnapping

You knew that this was a stupid idea. Lurking on the dark web with almost no protection other than the Tor browser and some free anti-virus program wasn't your best decision, but fuck it if it wasn't entertaining. You had always been drawn to the darker, scarier part of the human mind and this side of the internet proved quite interesting. Your friends always warned you about the dangers that came with looking up shady online searches and sites but everything had been quite peaceful so far. There weren't hackers or murderers on the dark web, the worst you had seen were people selling drugs and weapons for unreasonable prices, along with some questionable fetish porn and the typical popping ads.

Your favorite thing to do while online was chatting. Two weeks ago you had stumbled upon an unusual forum called "Scream buddies" where upon entering you were automatically connected to another random profile. The whole theme of the forum was discussing horror and mondo movies, shockumentaries and overall creepy stuff, your forte. The person you met on there shared a similar fascination with all things dark and gory which soon made talking to them the only thing you were looking forward upon opening the site.

You didn't know much about the guy behind the profile yet, except that he was a young man. His icon showed an eye so green it emited with the neon pigment and his username was just as mysterious - BlueRose7. You enjoyed chatting with him about your hobby but the thing you liked the most was undressing him little by little, metaphorically so, by getting pieces of information about his life. It started small - his favorite food, favorite book, favorite game, but the moment you tried digging deeper and asked whether he had siblings or not, the man simply disappeared for the next few days. You quickly realized just what type of topics you needed to avoid to keep your new friend from leaving. Family, childhood memories and work matters were out of the picture.

The stranger wasn't fair, not really. He didn't show you vulnerability and kept his secrecy while demanding to know everything there was to know about you. For the longest time you didn't want to answer just to stay on a equal footing, just to show him how frustrating it was, but there was something about the man that drew you in. He was magnetic, clever and witty, if a bit pessimistic and dark at times. You couldn't help telling him everything he wanted to hear - what your job was, whether you were single or not, all that jazz. In your defense, BlueRose7 actually listened to your stories, took your problems seriously and provided solutions, which despite being too extreme and overprotective at times (upon hearing that your bestfriend talked behind your back he offered to "take care" of her), were comforting. It was nice to have someone caring around even if you met him on a sketchy website.

Meanwhile your personal life wasn't going too great. You had to balance between attending college, working long shifts as a waitress and meeting your friends from time to time which was draining. On top of all there was a weird virus on your computer which resulted in the camera turning on and off and the most random times of the day - while you were studying, watching TV, or in some cases, fully naked and ready to take a bath. You didn't think much of it though, with all the illegal movies and games you downloaded along with the dark web lurking it was more than expected for your laptop to behave weirdly. You didn't even mention it to your friend from the IT major because you knew that he'd force you to delete Tor and put an end to your internet adventures.

One time you were particularly bored after several long lectures and you were laying in bed, the camera turned on once again. It was a hot afternoon and you were wearing boyshorts and a loose T- shirt with nothing underneath it, you were home alone so there was no need. The bright red spot was twinking like a recorder, the light reflecting in your eyes, when a silly little idea came to your mind. You slid your hand under your blouse and lifted the fabric up, exposing your breasts to the laptop, your nipples hardening due to the sudden coldness, becoming pink and stiff in seconds. You played with for a few minutes, pinching and pulling the buds gently, moaning softly into the pleasant sensation. Soon you could feel yourself getting wet, and slowly, teasingly, removed your shorts and panties. You smiled at the camera, biting your lip provocatively, imagining you were a camgirl performing for her desperate little fanboys and fangirls. The thought alone was enough to make you spread your legs wide and slip two fingers into your throbbing cunt, using the wetness to push deeper. You used your other hand to stroke your clit and whimpered wantonly, your face red, your neck sweaty and your heart pumping fast from the adrenaline. You were quickly reaching your orgasm and your mind wondered to the boy you were talking to in the forum. You wondered how he looked like, how his body was built, whether he was a sweet sensual lover or a rough mean one. Fucked up as it was, you pictured the man as one of your most loyal viewers, watching all of your streams with a fist around his thick vock and an excited grin on his face. He would comment things like "you look so beautiful like this" or perhaps even "pretty little slut" after tipping you enough to last you a week. Soon all the mental stimulation sent you over the edge and you came with a loud cry full of pleasure. Well, this felt good.

After your "performance" was over the camera was magically turned off, which may have caused some concerns if you weren't too busy feeling embarrassed and dirty about the unhinged fantasy you had just had, and with a person you knew nothing about. You managed to calm down though - it wasn't nothing more than a fun pastime, a naughty thought that would never become the reality. You would never actually meet BlueRose7, right? There was nothing to worry about, so you just went on with your day.

You had some dinner afterwards and decided to have an early night as you already felt full and tired. You put on your favoruite pajamas and laid in bed, staring at the ceiling until you fell into deep dreamless sleep.

You woke up due to a weird noise. You could hear someone's heavy breathing right next to your ear, someone's grabby hands were wrapped tightly against your body, trapping you between the wall and their hard chest. You had only a few seconds to scream before the intruder's palm covered your mouth.

"Shhh." The man whispered softly and stroked your hair like you were a doll he was playing with. "Don't scream or I'll be forced to hurt you, flower. I have a gun." His voice sounded deep and rough but this didn't stop you from thrashing and turning on your side until you came face to face with the man. It was dark in the room and you couldn't exactly see all his features but his enchanting green eyes would forever be burned into your memory - they seemed dashing, hypnotizing. You couldn't utter a word.

"It's me, the person you've been talking to all these months. I came to take you home" He spoke out suddenly, the line of his mouth twisting into a smile or a smirk, you couldn't quite tell. You shook your head no, tears threatening to spill all over your cheeks from the fear. It couldn't be him, the man would never do that to you. Or would he? With what little information you knew, you couldn't really tell. His hold finally loosen, seeing you quiet like that.

"Let me go, please." You begged, pushing at his shoulders weakly since you were still sleepy, groggy and tired. "I don't know you." You said, hoping this would remind the stranger you weren't friends, lovers or anything that gave him the right to be so close to you, to touch you so intimately. Unfortunately, this only seemed to amuse him and he chucked darkly as he pulled your hair away to place a small chaste kiss on your neck.

"But I know you, flower." Your supposed online friend replied shortly after, his eyes full of malice. "And your little show today makes me think you want to know me too." He added in a low tone, licking his lips before smashing them on yours, forcing his tongue deep into your mouth just to hear your whines and protests. Then it hit you. The camera, the virus, the questions. He had watched you, he knew where you worked, where you lived and studied, everything. You had told him after all.

The hacker thought you looked so adorable right now, figuring things out, helpless, confused, regretful and most of all, weak. You were so weak and careless, and he loved you for it. It reminded him of himself before life screwed him over.

You wouldn't be in this position, underneath him, if you had just told someone about your laptop virus and the bad guy you had encountered online. But Saeran couldn't say he wasn't glad your self-preservation instincts were so very broken and dysfunctional. He wouldn't meet you otherwise. "I need you, princess. That's why I'll take you to Paradise." These were the final words you heard before you felt lightheaded and sleepy again, your last memory a pair of green mint eyes.

You really shouldn't have trusted strangers on the internet.

[asterjennifer]

Gif used with premission from @starcrystalrose

Two as One

Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Pairing: Ray x Reader

Category: Fluff / Slight Angst

Warnings: Yandere tendencies

Word count: 2614

Author's Note: How about dark/yandere Ray AND yandere MC? *Slowly opens the coat*

Summary: You love Ray with every inch of your heart. The same way he loves you.

None of you see something wrong with the way you care for each other.

It's not like you would hurt someone. But if they hurt him first..?

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Blue?

Purple?

Red?

Freedom?

Intimacy?

Passion?

What flower should you gift him next? One where he would be overly happy and give you an even tighter hug than usual. With his long arms and soft touch, all of him smelling like the flowers in the garden that you adored so deeply. He's so cute and when flustered or thrilled, Ray reminded you of an beautiful painting. All these colors with the background, which represented by his skin, in paper white. His bright eyes shining so lovely in the sunlight and owning a seductive glow that could make the toughest woman fall apart within an instant. He's so perfect. He's so lovely.

Mint Eye wasn't your particular passion, quite the contrary if you'd been honest. The religious cult wasn't a nice place, nor a comfortable replace for home as you're forced to stay inside these walls. You hated the Savior and despised all the Believers, the only good thing about Mint Eye, the one you stayed there in the first place, had been Ray. And you loathed every other person in the building for the way they treated him. Breaking and benting him as they liked just to have him work faster, even though he's already giving his all. It wasn fair. And you hated it with evey inch of your body.

Black?

Gray?

White?

Pain?

Jealously?

Obsession?

Sometimes you just wanted to grab the butter knife and get the people out of the way that pulled the young hacker down. You're so tempted at times, yet you wouldn't actually do it, all for Ray's sake as he would probably get between the conflict with you on one side and the Savior at the other. That's the last thing you wanted to do, giving him more stress than necessary. But goddamn, if they wouldn't stop humiliate him, they're gonna need a new cell down in the underground when you're ready to get sick of this hellhole. You're not a murderer yet, the fantasies off getting rid of these people stayed stuck regardless.

As you heard someone knock softly on the door of your princess room, you immediately realized who's there to visit you. All of your body heated up with happiness by knowing it's Ray, who found some free time, and whenever he found it, he would give it all to you and you only. With a bright blush rushing over the cheeks, you sat straight at the end of the bed when calling your lover in. Chiming the words, you watched the young hacker come through the door with a bowl of ice cream, clothes looking prince charming like as always, beautiful purple coat with blue rose attached. The leather gloves giving him a touch of bad boy attitude even though Ray's far from it.

Looking tired like always, but when seeking your eyes, a genuine smile plastered on his pretty face. Turquoise eyes glowing with the adoration he felt towards you and luckily wasn't afraid to hide anymore. He's so pretty, such a soft soul you wanted to protect with your own life and never let go again. After Ray closed the door quietly, you couldn't take any more of it and jumped up with an excited squeak leaving you. The young hacker huffed amazed when you attacked him with a tight hug, taking in his sent and warmth.

"Ray!! I missed you so much! You're here!"

His signature giggle filled the room, gifting it with even brighter colors than before. You nuzzled your face under his coat and into his chest, in need to listen to that steady albeit fast heartbeat he's having all the time. He lay big hand onto your head to pat you, knowing so well how much you loved it when he did it.

"Princess, I'm so happy to see you.. I brought you ice cream! I wanted to see you eat it with a wide smile."

You pressed your chin against his chest to look up into these captivating eyes. He's so cute, it's almost unfair. Not wanting to let go as he took a step to get further into the room, his chuckle by your behavior made you overly happy. He even brought you some of his favorite sweets, without realizing he's the sweetest dessert of them all.

"You're so sweet, thank you Ray. I love you so much! You're the best."

The words managed to get an almost embarrassed sound out, it's the most adorable thing ever. Ray leaned down to give you a kiss to the cheek, leaving a ticklish spot there by how red it caused you to get.

"I love you more, princess. I love you endlessly."

Things so little could make your entire stomach explode with hot butterflies. As you hid the grin behind the back of your hand to let go, Ray took your hand to bring you along to the edge of the bed. The both of you had it long for being embarrassed to not say how you felt for each other, it's still such a dream. Ray, from all people, he loved you. Only you. After sitting down together, Ray lifted the spoon with the ice cream and hold it up so you could take a bite. For a moment you stared into his eyes before opening your mouth and taste it.

"I made sure to add some sugar, you seemed to like it so much last time. And I would do everything for you, so I hope you like it."

Letting the ice cream melt on your tongue didn't prevent your heart from melting even faster. You storked a strand of hair behind your ear as you lay a hand against his burning cheek, giving him a little kiss there. Hearing him bite down a whine. He's still so, so sensitive to every touch of yours, its addicting.

"I trust that~ You're the only person that can make me happy. No other, remember that."

He smiled softly as his eyes shone a bit darker, a look on him you couldn't quite get used to but let you feel excited either way. Ray continued to feed you his favorite sweets with little compliments falling from his lips from time to time, making you flushed as a result. The young hacker really knew how to wrap you around his finger with ease. Halfway there, Ray stopped lifting up the spoon, it's obvious they're words burning on his tongue. So you waited patiently until he could find them.

"Did the Believer ever bother you again? I wanted to make sure he wouldn't."

You widened your eyes before it made click in your head. There had been a Believer ordered by the Savoir to check on you whenever Ray's too occupied with hacking. But he'd been terribly rude from the first second, he couldn't even talk to you in a tone of voice that's not making you feel like he's training a stupid dog. After telling Ray about it as it began to bother you, he'd been furious. Even when he didn't let it shine through as much, he still swore to take care of the problem. And ever since, that man got replaced by an older woman who's much more polite.

It made you feel special, Ray took care of it for only you. You're unsure what exactly happened, you believed he just asked his Savoir to replace the guy as he's an inconvenience to the both of you. Ray once explained, if you're in pain, so is he. And the other way around, you shared the same pain. Actually, you shared basically everything, it's almost like you're one and the same person at times. Ray took your hand to press it against his cheek, seemingly pleased when you shook your head.

"I never saw him again. How did you do it?"

"Let's just say I taught him some manners by the Mint Eyes rules. I won't let anyone offend my princess without consequences."

You giggled flattered, could already picture what he'd done to that man and how angry it must've made Ray. It's right in front of your eyes when closing them, your lover being cold and hard instead of his usual soft attitude. Staring down to that guy with no particular emotion as the guy's trembling in fear and pain by the elixir. Ray would do that just for you, it's proving how much he loved you. Feeling satisfyed you tapped your index finger against his pretty red lips.

"You're too sweet to me.. How do I deserve you?"

The young hacker straightened his back almost alarmed as his white, chaotic hair fell over his eyes when staring down at you in shock. That's such a typical Ray reaction whenever you doubted you're worth it.

"How can you say that!? You're my angel, (N).. You're my only reason to live."

He put down the bowl with the melted ice cream, pulling you closer until you're sitting on his lap sideways. The sent of sweet flowers overwhelming all your senses in a good way. It's funny, he's as close as he could get, and yet it never was enough. He never came close enough. As you snuggled against his heated body and put your arms back around him underneath the coat, you left multiple little kisses on his jaw to keep him calm.

"You're the one who keeps me safe and sound though. But.. I never seem to be able to protect you the way you protect me."

As he heard you sigh, he immediately hushed you by placing both his arms around your body. Squeezing slightly to make you giggle, he's so strong when hugging you in order to keep all the bad things in life away from you successfully. You really just needed him, nothing else.

"You don't have to. Just stay by my side forever.. that's the best gift you could give me, princess."

Not that you're planning on ever leaving him. You confirmed his wish by pulling down his face to give him an eskimo kiss, which caused the blush on his face to increase, you're able to feel the heat steming off perfectly. Ray took hold of your neck to run his hand over the skin there, sending a shiver down your spine before moving to your cheek and pull you into another kiss. This time, he didn't let go right away, he titled your head to lick over your lips and push his tongue into your mouth. The taste of him's intoxicating, all of Ray could be compared to a drug for you. He's so good, so sweet and you're definitely addicted.

You couldn't care less, though. It didn't matter what others thought or said, none of you would take distance from the other every again. Ray smiled against your lips as you whined into the kiss, feeling him take control over it right away, setting the pace and movement of your tongue against his. Getting lost in the love that poured into the kiss, you flinched as someone knocked on the door to gain both your attention. Ray quickly pulled away from the kiss, just as less pleased to get interrupted as you. After calling in whoever decided to ruin the moment, a young, beautiful looking girl with dark hair poked her head through the door.

"Mr. Ray, I need your help. The last firewall won't set up."

She smiled sweetly at him, a bit too sweet. You didn't like her already, such a pretty face underneath the Believer robe with that melodic voice that could probably sing very well, being here long before you knew the place existed. Working with Ray years before you ever met him. As you tightened the grip on his clothes, he ignored it to give a curious frown.

"But isn't it set up for this evening?"

"Well, it's supposed to set up earlier. Please?"

The way she pleaded made your blood boil, just thinking about a girl like that working with him in private got your stomach twisted. He's your Ray, your flower loving hacker. Whoever that no name was didn't have any right to take him away from you like that. Before either of them could say something, you pulled on his coat with more strength, shooting that young lady a death glare.

"He said it's for the evening. So stop interrupting us, we're busy if you can't tell."

She noticed the poison in your voice as she widened her pretty eyes in shock, she just apologized quietly awkwardly before closing the door of the room to give you back the privacy afterwards. Ray opened his mouth, but you're faster to demand another deep kiss that way. Feeling the jealously suffocating your throat, you positioned yourself different to straddle his sides while still sitting on his lap. You grabbed his collar to make she he couldn't escape the kiss. Why did that girl look for Ray's attention so badly? She could've gone to literally everyone else.

After Ray pulled away to catch his breath, you met his stare that's filled with pure affection paired with a bit of something darker you couldn't identify. The grin so wide, such an rare albeit beautiful sight to see on his face. He put both hands against your back to have you hover above his head, oddly relaxed looking now.

"Princess.. No need to get jealous. It's just someone I have to work with, I only have eyes for you."

" I don't care! You're here with me, she can find someone else. You're not the only hacker..!"

Ray narrowed his eyes slightly as he couldn't hide how much he adored that side of you. You pouted a moment before laying your forehead against his, taking in all of him even more intense that way, just like you wanted it. Your legs began to shudder when you're able to feel his hot breath on your neck, a pathetic whine filled the room then as he kissed the sensitive skin before sucking on it. The feeling robbing your mind to just give in and let little sounds escape your throat by how good he could make you feel. After releasing the tingling spot there, he stared back up with half lidded eyes. Such an attractive facial expression.

"There~ Now they know I'm yours and you're mine. You are mine, aren't you?"

Nodding wasn't enough for the young hacker with minty eyes and white bleached hair as he growled low in his throat, causing your whole body to feel like jelly for a long moment.

"(N), you're only mine forever, aren't you? You love only me, right?"

"Hmh! Yeah, of course. Just like you're all mine. Only mine."

You mumbled against his lips, closing the gap then to make sure he couldn't forget once he left the room again. It's true, you're deeply in love with Ray, just like he is with you. And you're ready to prove that any way he wanted, do whatever he wished for. Keep everyone that tried to harm him away, no matter what technique you're forced to use. Maybe.. you should keep the butter knife from your next meal after all. Nobody knew when they're trying to break your lover down again. You want to be prepared the same way he's prepared to keep others away from you.

You smiled against the kiss while thinking about him being flattered and feeling safe thanks to your protection. With that, it's decided. Even the Savoir could come, you're gladly taking her out just to make sure Ray's safe and sound with you. He would understand if you ever did, you're certain. Because he felt the same way.

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here you go, anon! thanks for the request! this was a little bit out of my comfort zone, but it was interesting to write! hope you like it! 

mine (Ray x fem!reader) 

in which an indecisive MC falls in love with Ray but also deciphers the horrors of Mint Eye...and Ray will do anything her to make her stay.

rating: 17+ for intense themes

tw: yandere, manipulation, elixir use, coercive brainwashing

length: 4.4k words

this is a ‘medium’ between V’s route and Ray’s route in which the reader trusts the RFA & unveils Mint Eye’s secret while also falling in love with Ray before the 4th day branch of Another Story.

explores a bit more of Ray’s ‘dark side’ that Unknown mentions in a phone call to MC on Day 9 of V’s route– that Ray wants to “have MC” and “looks tame but imagines otherwise.” ...with this in mind, this work is sfw, but it contains some intense scenes.

it’s definitely notable that in V’s route, Ray is manipulative, to the point that he threatens to harm himself in order to guilt and coax MC to stay and tend to his wounds. this behavior is extremely toxic.. I recall an animatic of Ray singing “Meant to be Yours” from Heathers: The Musical.

an abrupt knock to your door sends shivers down your spine. your heart races wildly in your chest as you recall the illuminated words cast upon your phone screen; ‘You can be forever with me...It all depends on your choice.’ you wring your hands, slowly inhaling the sweet scent of fragrantly placed peonies and pink roses at the gilded table of the room—the room he prepared especially for you. a chill fills the air.

tonight is your fourth night spent in this strange place, a place you have inferred as something...dangerous. perhaps you’re too naive, and you recall your mother’s fervent warnings to never listen to strangers, to cling to truth reigning your heart and adhere to the instinctive voice in your head. but the sweet plea of the boy—Ray—was intoxicating. that day as you paced about the shopping centre, his alluring request made your heart flutter—‘won’t you come with me?’

how could you not help the boy? he called you, after all...his words roped you in, lulling you into a hazy glow, a blissful repose. you even accepted the blindfold without question, allowing him to guide you into the maze of darkness—of the Mint Eye. you realize your mother would curse you, but you are a college student, not a young girl anymore, and it was your own choice to assist a gamemaker’s endeavors.

however, you are not, by any means, a fool. you would be lying if you said you trusted the purpose of this dwelling and the people residing within. you have studied the whispering in the corridors; you discovered that the RFA ‘AIs’ are not AIs at all, but existing people. you know that the enticing, sweet Ray is far from a gamemaker. as you comb through your fumbling thoughts and the message logs of the texting app, you realize how dire your situation is. though Ray has constantly emphasized the darkness of the person called ‘V,’ you have approached all members with kindness and curiosity alike; in doing so, you have unveiled the complicated fate into which you have been thrust.

‘you’re being used,’ V had said.

deep in your heart, you know this truth, and it corners you, pushing you towards a cliff’s edge. but another reality shines brightly towards you, enveloping you in a warmth that whispers, ‘Ray truly does want to make you happy. you can save him.’

your head spins, and you blindly grasp towards an unseen truth. your figure sinks into an hourglass, sand pooling at your ankles as time presses ever closer to your choice.

‘won’t you stay with me forever?’ the boy had asked the previous night, eyes glimmering like sapphires. he donned a magenta petticoat with a white cravat and a deep blue rose pinned to the lapel. his slim fingers, just partially gloved, gently pressed your cheek, trailing down to tease the skin just beneath your lip. a heat rose to your face. his purity and almost childlike innocence incessantly clouds your judgement. he is absolutely enamored with you, guiding you about the corridors and offering you bouquets in his absence.

and you care for him.

you’ve watched the way this fabled ‘Savior’ has manipulated the boy, how she punishes his unremitting efforts to hack, observe, hack, observe... he has crumbled before you many times, his eyes meeting yours in a misty fatigue—what with that mint potion staining the corners of his mouth. you want to save him. you truly do.

yet...

he wants you to stay.

your discussions in the chatrooms muddle your intentions, rousing Ray’s fear of your ‘loyalty.’ why are you so kind to the RFA, those ‘stupid AIs’?! why do you sympathize with the monster, V? but...you’ve also slowly succumbed to the invigorating words of Ray, the gentleness and pure intention behind his actions. your decisions pull you taut as your mind recognizes that you must leave Ray, leave him behind and sprint towards V and the RFA. but your heart—your weak, foolish heart—longs to stay by his side, to save him from this wicked haven.

“y/n?” a voice calls, interrupting your pondering. “y/n, may i come in?”

your heart thuds ever louder, and your legs begin to wobble.

choose. choose. choose.

your clumsy digits squeeze the fabric of your black-laced dress, dripping in sweat.

you have to choose.

“y/n?” the voice calls again.

inhaling deeply, you attempt to speak, but no words leave your shaking lips. you clear your throat, forcing yourself to say, “come in.”

the gold-adorned door shyly parts to reveal the lovely white-haired boy, sporting his traditional magenta attire. his kind smile immediately brightens the room, and his eyes widen as soon as he sees you.

“y/n...my lovely y/n, how i missed you!” he walks toward you. your body becomes heavy. you cannot move.

“h-hello, Ray,” you say. the soft wash of the moon filters into the room, dust sparkling around the boy in a halo of light. the faint glow of the lamp at your bedside table offers its indistinct shine. you squeeze your skirt oncemore, attempting to stir bloodflow in your dizzy body.

“have you made your choice yet, y/n?” he beams, taking your hand in is. “i made your elixir myself. n-normally...it has such a bitter taste that i don’t like it when Savior makes me drink it. but i made your potion so sweet that it’ll melt like cake in your mouth. i want you,” he takes a step forward, his voice dipping lower, causing your heart to drop in your chest, “to savor it. i want it to taste and feel so good that you won’t feel any pain.”

the distance between your face and his is hardly appropriate, and the shadow cast over his eyes is deadly.

“e-elixir?” your eyes widen, and your mind signals a warning: RUN, run away. leap out this window and find V, who holds the promise to protect you. this Mint Eye is a trap, and you are the prey, a little rabbit ensnared in a lion’s den. you recall the screams ringing throughout the hallways of disobedient and rebellious ‘believers.’ you reflect upon Ray’s messages from days before, when his head ached in agony yet his Savior enslaved him to the monitors at every passing moment. he’s suffering, and his mind is gone— now, he’s ignited a length of dynamite, offering it into your palm. he longs for you to stay here forever by his side, and you want to stay...but not like this. not like this.

how can you save him? his thoughts are poisoned, warped by whatever lies this Savior has fed into his pliable mind. Ray serves as a tool, a vessel for her duty, and he obeys her unwaveringly. however, as you watch him prowl towards you, you can see the trace of suffering behind his gaze.

“yes,” Ray nods, flashing one of his beautifully timid smiles. “Savior has taken a liking to you. she wants to make you an eternal resident of this place. your role is important, after all...and i...i have fallen for you, y/n.”

your knees buckle; his words are too much for you to bear. staying in this place is no different than discarding your own life & endangering the RFA, but you know you cannot leave Ray here. your vision blurs ever briefly. you see mixed colors of magenta, white, blue...and you collapse.

...or so you think, before the firm grasp of Ray catches your limp figure. his left arm snakes around your waist, and his right hand holds your neck while he rests you upon his knee.

“y/n!” he cries, gently shifting your gaze to meet his own. “y/n, are you alright? please, speak to me!”

you return to your senses as your eyes part slowly, piecing together the muzzy image before you. you reach for the glass of water on your bedside table, scrambling from Ray’s figure, and he releases you instinctively, kneeling dumbfoundedly as you sip the drink. he appears almost hurt as you recoil from his hold, but a relief graces his features as he realizes you are stable.

“i-i’m...i’m okay, Ray,” you nod, holding the glass in your hands as you lean against the bedroom wall. “i...i was just reflecting upon my choice.”

he steps toward you once more. “tell me,” he pleas. “won’t you stay with me here? don’t you treasure the moments we’ve shared? i promise i’ll be good to you—so good to you that you’ll forget about those stupid AIs and stay by my side forever...”

you feel your back press deeper into the wall, and your numb fingers nearly drop the glass before you awkwardly force it onto the table. your mind searches for words to say, fumbling through the recesses of your thoughts: what do you truly feel? what do you really want?

you cherish the RFA, and you want to protect them. the silly banter, deep discussions, and shared thoughts with the RFA are tangible, precious moments tucked into a place within your heart forever. you are grateful for these new friends and realize that the nefarious schemes of Mint Eye plan to vanquish them. you seek to halt these schemes and protect Jaehee, V, Zen, Yoosung, Jumin, and Luciel because you’ve grown to truly care about them.

however...

you also realize you have fallen for the boy who stands before you. he truly cares for you, yearning to fulfill your happiness. you cherish the moments you have shared with him gazing about the garden, discussing mindless interests and trusting each other fully...even in a sea of lies. you believe his pure heart shines brightly, even if it is dimmed by the darkness of this false promise of happiness.

choose. choose. choose.

‘Don’t trust anything they say, y/n,’ V had messaged you the day prior. ‘Wait for me to come save you.’

if saving your own life means discarding Ray’s, then you do not wish to make such choice. but the wickedness of this place festers day by day, breeding only suffering and hatred.

“what do i do?” you whisper. your eyes widen as you realize you ruminate aloud, so your hand flies to your mouth. your voice is barely audible, but the boy is a sponge, eagerly soaking in each of your phrases.

his words come to mind oncemore: ‘You have no idea...that every single word you tell me has total control over me...but it’s so sweet. Please stay with me forever.’

a gentle expression washes over his face.

“y/n...” Ray smiles sadly, leather shoes clicking in echoes against the marble floor as he approaches you. he lifts a timid hand, stroking straying locks of your hair. your shoulder blades dig as far as possible into the wall, your hands groping along the wall to ease the thoughts whirling in your mind.

“i understand that you’re afraid. but i would never do anything to hurt you. i...i like you so much, y/n. if only you knew how precious you are to me...i want to make you happy. i want you to stay here forever...”

his breath is close to your skin, soft and moist and faintly scented of vanilla. each phrase you dare to formulate from this moment forward contains the power to alter fate. you know what you truly want. mustering courage, you clench your fist, forcing your gaze to meet his own.

“Ray...i do care for you. i really do,” you begin, and adoration in his heart swells, blossoming across his visage. he laughs lightly, happily, savoring the precious sight of you before him. you chose me! he seems to think, eagerly grasping your hands in his...

“however...i don’t like this place. i know that the RFA contains good people, and it hurts me that you lied to me. but i truly wish for you to be happy and safe with me. so please...let’s escape together, Ray,” you breathe, raising a palm to his cheek. “let’s get out of here tonight.”

almost instantaneously, a pained expression crosses his face— fear stills your blood as his eyes darken, and a slow smile spreads across his face like dripping syrup. the room is thick with a heavy silence, an unquenchable silence, bathing your form in a weight that imprisons your unsteady heartbeat. what will he say? you cannot think. you cannot move. will he agree? is he angry? you do not know...

“what do you mean, the RFA contains ‘good people’?” who has fed you these lies? y/n, this world only inflicts pain. i...have suffered so much because of that—that fool, V. i can’t let you run to them. i don’t want you to get hurt like i was. i...i’m sorry i lied...but Savior told me to tell you this was for a gamemaking process so we could meet you...”

you shiver as he seems to tower higher and higher above you, dangerous words daring to depart his lips. the boy appears bashful, yet his form slopes above you as he twirls a shy finger around a strand of your hair.

“i’ll do anything...anything to make you happy. so please stay by my side...”

you avert your gaze, swallowing fiercely.

“Ray...i...i’ve fallen for you as well,” you breathe, heart thumping in your ears as your hands gently press his chest in attempt to widen the gap between you two. “but this place...it hinders you. this ‘Savior’ has manipulated you...and i cannot be happy if you remain here. i want you to leave this place...with me.”

his entire demeanor shifts, overflowing with adoration as soon as your stammered words pinprick his ears; every ounce of malice departs his body as his eyes flutter upon you. he embraces you with such eagerness that you cannot respond; did he even listen to what you said?

“Ray...” you begin, a sense of apprehension swelling in your chest. “I—“

bending below to grab the plush flesh of your thighs, Ray hoists your legs around his hips, pressing your figure into the wall to level your gaze with his own. your brain doesn’t have time to respond to his rashness; has he been holding back this entire time? you struggle to pierce together your thoughts, your breath hitching as your heart paces ever louder. 

“y/n..you love me...?” you feel his gloves tracing your skin, the lace of your dress pooling at the curve of your hip as the soft fabric of his khakis greets your bare skin. his eyes meet your own, staring deeply to repeat his trailing question. “you said love me...y-you love me too...?”

“i can’t stay here, Ray,” you plead, eyes wide as the boy dissects only the first fragment of your previous statement. he merely accepts your reciprocation and disregards what follows; your feelings are merely an invitation to him, signaling your partaking of this cursed elixir to make you one of them—a believer. “and neither can you...”

soft lips meet your neck, careful and warm as they imprint a sweet fragrance upon your skin, trailing across your collar bone. you shiver at the touch, shiver at this shifted demeanor, wriggling in his hold as his torso works against your trembling legs. “R-Ray...” you say, “please, listen to me...”

“oh, y/n,” he murmurs between each peppered affection, grazing across the slant of your jaw. “i love you. i love you so much.”

with white hair shimmering in the moonlight, the boy merely gazes up at you with the sweetest of smiles. a rose blush dusts his cheeks, and he laughs. “i promise i’m going to make you happy. this elixir of paradise is more delicious than any temporary bliss you feel with those idiots in the RFA...”

you can only hold his face in your tremulous hands as your heart breaks. “of course i want to be with you. i do. i really do. and i...yes, i...i’ve fallen for you. but Ray, don’t you realize? you’re in pain. the Savior...has only caused your sadness and suffering. the RFA aren’t bad people...i...i cherish you, but—“

“then won’t you let me make you happy?” he takes you in his arms, turning to settle onto the bed with arms encircling your waist. he places you by his side, your eyes drifting to the window, where the stars quietly glisten. “tell me. why is it that you wish to leave when you say you love me? is it because i’m not good enough? please, tell me what to change, and i’ll do anything! anything to make you happy, y/n...except leave, of course.”

you want so badly to embrace him, to show him what true happiness and love are, unlike his Savior’s twisted perception of love and obsession. you want to take his hand and sprint into the mountains, so far away from this cursed building, and find a home of solitude and peace...perhaps with a garden, so he may tend to it every morning. you long to hear more of his stories, to engulf his kind words, to tend to his wounds. you want to stroke his head as he naps in your arms, whispering that everything will be okay. he deserves every kind of goodness, and you nurture such sweet dreams as Ray holds you in his arms, pondering if such fantasies could bloom into fruition. you are not so naive, but you cling to this fragment of hope...

“Ray, there is nothing wrong with you. please don’t say that. i adore you...and i want a happy life with you...but—”

soft hands guide you back onto the bed, and a weight shifts mattress. he towers over you, cupping your face in his hand. he says nothing, but you read his expression; his words are a broken record, a fate that cannot be unwound by your hands. you want more than anything to comb your fingers through his creamy, silver locks, to leap out of the window with him by your side.

but his heart belongs to this cursed ideology, this warped ‘love.’

“i’ve told you...i only wish for your happiness,” he presses in a tone you cannot quite define. the golden embellishing upon his sleeves sparkles beneath the low lights, his slivered eyes barely parted in a melancholic glow. “but you truly wish to leave me?”

if these are your last moments with Ray...then so be it. but you decide in your heart that you will return for him. even as your hope withers away, you offer your words a final time.

“please...let’s get out of here. i don’t want to remain here. this is my choice.”

leaning into your lithe form, Ray pauses just before shyly connecting his lips with your own. his hands slide through your hair and down your back like cascading waves. his touch savors your suppled flesh, pulling you into him. tears fall down your cheeks as you part your lips to return the kiss, legs wrapping around his narrow waist. you clutch him closely, imagining how V’s escape plan will unfold. for now, just now, you want to be with Ray. you long to feel his warmth, to inhale his saccharine and floral aroma. your hands fondle the fabric of his coat.

“if you truly wish to leave...” he mumbles into your skin, “then...let me hold you, just this once.”

the blue petals ornamenting his collar flitter about, spreading across the sheets. you discern the sadness of betrayal inhabiting his eyes, the quivering of his lips, bruised after showering your skin. his countenance brims with thousands of expressions daring to spill, and you despise the feeling of betraying him—of leaving him here.

can you truly force yourself into that garden, where V will take your hand in his, where Luciel will race the three of you back to safety? can you sprint into the expanse of the unknown future, lunging forward as Ray’s forlorn gaze pierces the silhouette of your figure, abandoning him in the darkness? you promise to return, but will you, truly? Ray has vaguely voiced his own feelings of solitude, and his past lingers, mingling with pain each time he begs you to stay.

“Ray...” you plea. he says nothing.

shedding his coat, he unbuttons the top hinges of his white undershirt, revealing his lean, muscled collar. running a hand through his hair, a tear slides down his cheek, occupied with shaky breath as his knees confine your own.

it’s happening again, he seems to think. i’m being left behind...

his words resound in your head. ‘I was often alone as a child, going days without food and water...and my mother chained me to the wall so I couldn’t even go outside. It was lonely, so lonely every single day. I didn’t want to be alive. But you won’t hurt me, right? Promise me you won’t leave me, please. Please, I’ll do anything. Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me alone...’

“i’m sorry...” you whisper, and he does not respond.

instead, taking your hips in his hands, he slants against your figure. the sweetest flavor greets your lips as his mouth works against yours, his gloved hands exploring the skin of your sides. his fingers tease the zipper of your dress, and he whimpers into your lips. you breathe his name, entreating him to leave this hell with you despite your reluctant acceptance of his answer. as your frame sinks into the mattress, reveling in his addictive touch, a realization dawns upon you:

mint liquid drips down his lips.

pulling back ever briefly, Ray swipes his wrist across his chin to clean the concoction. his arms envelop your frame, and his chest rises and falls above you. a grin crosses his lips as his quiet panting fills the air.

“you will be happy. i promise.”

with a shaky finger, you press your own quivering lips. you retract your wrist slowly to reveal the same potion trickling down your digit onto the silk bedsheets.

no...

no, please...

the boy shifts to your side to aid your posture, offering a palm to support the small of your back. you cannot think. your mind is numb. your heart races as fierce buzzing overflows your ears, and you can only lean into Ray’s chest. he traces your shoulders with his hands, pulling you into him.

“you will be strong now...because you are mine.”

his figure blurs before you, and you cannot comprehend your surroundings; your body becomes numb and heavy, as if your thoughts suffuse with monotonous static, ringing endlessly. you attempt to lift your hand to move ever slightly, but to no avail; you cannot move at all. you cough in agony, a sudden wash of pain stabbing your chest, as Ray wraps an arm around your waist. he silently coos to you, whispering softly into your ear.

“it’ll be okay now...we’ll be together forever, y/n...”

tears fill your eyes as you watch him, but your mind has become foggy... what are you doing? who are you? where is this? what’s this feeling? this wasn’t supposed to happen...you cast a desolate glance towards the window, searching for that garden, where V awaits. these plans have dissipated now, you configure, as your sentience scatters, crumbling into helpless fragments.

“Ray...no...no, you...b-betrayed—“

he hushes your words with a deep kiss, a hand beneath your jaw directing your mouth into his own. you distinctly taste that sweet flavor again, of the most decadent vanilla frosting, of strawberries and sugar...his tongue swishes about your mouth, your mind growing ever hazy, muddled by the oppressive drugs eclipsing your consciousness.

he breaks away to smile at you, to lovingly peer into your spiraling eyes. you realize he’s shifted you onto his lap now, each of your torpefied legs mantling his hips. you glare to him lifelessly, your emotions in a whirl as you struggle to piece together your mind.

“this is for your sake, y/n,” he purrs, a crimson blush blossoming across his pale cheeks. “now we’ll be happy forever. please, forgive me for tricking you. i...i really do love you so much...so much, that i can’t let you go.”

“Ray...this isn’t right...the RFA....your Savior—“

bending into you, Ray kisses you once more, filling your mouth with that cursed mint tincture. you’re limp against him, eyes closing as you rest in his hold. his lips are so warm and sweet, and his hands caress your skin so gently that you feel no pain, just as he promised. the thought of exiting this place ever slowly drifts away, like a shore’s contents dragged into the ocean by the sea’s relentless waves...

“almost done,” he breathes, pressing a kiss into your cheek as he grasps the glowing mint potion. “you’re doing so well, my sweet princess...it doesn’t hurt at all, does it? don’t you like the flavor? you told me before that you like sweets, remember? so i did my very best in preparing this for you...i hate the cleansing ceremony because it is painful...but i don’t want you to suffer like i did...”

maybe you can find happiness here...the RFA are traitors, as Ray stated. V must have truly wounded Ray’s innocent heart to twist his mind in such agony...perhaps V and Luciel will abandon you here...and there is no need to save you anymore, right?

you can stay here...by Ray’s side.

in this paradise.

you do not know. you cannot say. what are you supposed to do now?

with what strength you can muster, you curve into his touch, clumsily grabbing his hair in your fingers, guiding his lips into your own this time. a deep chuckle rumbles in his chest, and he grins into you, returning your eager affections. this kiss is slow and fervid, and the toxins burn down your throat, pulsing through your veins as you wince.

“shh...” he whispers into your ear, embracing you against his chest, “it’ll all be okay soon, y/n...and we’ll be together forever...”

forever...? you think, your alertness withering. but what about...V...Luciel...

another voice dominates your weak heart, vanquishing any rebellious thought: no. Mint Eye is my home now...Ray will love and protect me in this paradise...we will be happy....

“because you are mine,” he whispers.

your vision fades to black as the boy gingerly tucks you beneath the velvety covers, settling in beside you. you faintly discern his intense gaze upon you, accompanied by his quiet humming.

“i...i hate tricking you. i know this isn’t what you wanted...but this is all to protect you. i don’t know what i would do if...if V hurt you,” he speaks mildly, but a mixture of remorse and wavering are evident through his uneasy tone. “i know you trusted them, but they aren’t good people...that redhead tricked you with his lies. I just had to strengthen your faith somehow...”

squeezing a fist-full of his white undershirt, you nestle your forehead beneath his chin, succumbing to the warmth of his embrace and the liquid flooding through your entire being.

“...stay...” you murmur, eyes heavy. “i’ll....always stay.”

he kisses your forehead.

“that’s right. that’s right...my y/n.”

this paradise...

you will be happy in this eternal paradise.

[short-yandere-stories]

Unknown headcanons? I love my boy so much (I’ll call him unknown to avoid spoilers for readers!)

Unknown is SUCH a good character. I love my edgy boi. I’ll also just refer to him as “unknown” and avoid major spoilers for the game – though I’m going to have parts of his personality and looks in the headcanons. I recommend playing at least 707′s route before reading these just so the experience won’t get ruined for you. A bonus is playing at least some of Another Story as well. No spoilers from it in these hcs, just some minor things from there.

I USE HIS REAL NAME IN THE TAGS - BE WARNED.

These aren’t really structured the way I usually do. I hope they still work though. Feel free to send in more stuff with Unknown cause I really enjoy writing for him.

Content Warnings: yandere behavior, stalking, creepy messages, kidnapping, use of chloroform, restrains, mention of murder with a gun, controlling behavior.This is a yandere work. Proceed with caution and please be mindful of your triggers.

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Unknown had never wanted to make his own plan fail as much as he does now.

And it’s for a reason he never would have thought.

You were just supposed to be a link – a connector between him and the RFA

But you started growing on him.

Fast.

And all he wanted was to take you for himself and replace your role in his scheme with some new pawn.

The need grew to send messages to you through firstly, chats and then hacked chatrooms that he took over in mid-convo with the other members.

Soon, 707 wasn’t the only one keeping a watchful eye on you through the cameras in the apartment.

The messages would grow creepier and creepier.

“I love the blouse you were wearing today.” “You should really eat more than a bar of granola on the couch.”

You freak out after a while and voice your concerns to the RFA.

Seven, who’s known that something is up for a while immediately goes on red alert and tells you to stay put while he rushes over to see what’s wrong with the electronics and if he can hack them to remove the intruder.

Unknown makes his move the second he sees the message.

Something inside him burns at the thought of you getting in his clutches 

That he might not get to see you again.

Sooner than expected, you hear a knock on the apartment door.

Relieved, you jump up from your couch, leaving the phone on the table to open the door.

The words die in your mouth when you see a stranger outside that looks none like Seven.

“Hello, sweetling.”

You try to shut the door, but he braces a hand against it and forces his way in.

You can hear your phone buzzing and ringing – Seven has probably seen what’s going on in the cameras. You turn your head to look at the phone, calculating if you could get to it in time, and Unknown takes the moment to strike.

Quick as a snake, he’s pressed a rag doused in chloroform against your face, holding your body flush against his.

After that, you’ll be completely off the map.

The RFA won’t hear from you again – Unknown makes sure of that.

He’s very possessive. You’re chained up against the wall in the same room as him at all times, and if whether you or him need to go somewhere, he connects his wrist to yours with handcuffs so you can’t think of escape.

He constantly needs you in his sight.

Unknown isn’t the most tender, loving person. He shows authority and expects you to obey. 

He also gets jealous easily and punishes both parts.

If a guard checks you out, for example, he will shoot them and drag you back to his office where he’ll punish you too, despite you not having done anything.

Unknown has an ideal version of you – almost like a mix between an obedient dog and a doll, but he still loves the spark in your eyes when you defy him.

You’re wearing a dress or something that he’s picked out at all times, and over that, you wear his hoodie.

Just in case anyone from Mint Eye would have any sneaky thoughts about taking you for themselves.

They would have to go through him – and he isn’t afraid of taking ANY measure to keep you to himself.

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[violet-olav]

I'm so happy. Everything is unlocked and VIP !!!!! AAAAAAA

[sky-writes-thingss]

Jumin Fucking Han

Hey, do you love jumin han?? I do!!! Come join our jumin han discord server

[married-to-google-translater]

Zen and Yoosung are here.

707 and Jeahee are here

Now I write this to Jumin and Saeran

Rest characters will come later

Yandere Unknow/Saeran Choi

It’s not really the right recognition of emotions.

It’s more of a “I like you and that’s why you have to do what I want” type statement.

And let's just say that Saera doesn't take no answer well.

Now he feels really hurt because of you.

And Saera really hates that feeling a lot.

And because you got this feeling to him, Saeran will unleash his bad feeling on you.

He is more mean and sadistic than usual.

( And Saeran is normally really mean and sadistic )

You're really fucked up.

Saeran will not easily forgive you.

Your life is going to be hell.

Good lucky

Yandere Jumin Han

Excuse me?

Jumin really doesn’t understand why you reject him.

Or he is a rich and nimble man who could fulfill every wish of yours.

Don't all people want that?

So ​​the only things you have to give up with him are your own will, social life, and privacy.

Pretty shit deal if you ask me.

But Jumin really doesn’t give up on your relationship.

Instead, he blackmails talks to you a little more so that "you understand things better".

Jumin has a lot of power and he won’t hesitate to use it if you’re not a good kitten

So do you say yes or okay?

Your choise

[yandere-daydreams]

General yandere hcs for secret ending Saeran, not towards Saeyoung's Mc but to some one else he meets after his recovery please?

Just a reminder to anyone who doesn’t remember the Secret Endings, Saeyoung and MC still end up together, but Searan is now recovering and part of the RFA.

~ To put it simply, you were an angel to him. As one of his nurses, so it was only natural for the two of you to spend a lot of time together while he was recovering. You made it your mission to ensure that the was well cared for and happy, even if it meant sneaking in wild-flowers and pints of ice cream. Saeran appreciates your small gestures more than you would have imagined, enough to seek you out after he had been released from the clinic.

~His intention, at first, was to just befriend you and repay you for the kindness you had shown him. Unfortunately, you made this impossible. Every time you insisted on cooking him a decent meal, check up on his health, or just showed him that dazzling smile of yours, his debt only grew. Within a few weeks of meeting you, he practically had to take care of you.

~Saeran would be an incredible stalker, especially with a male s/o ( since he’s less likely to be able to pursue them as openly). He’ll pull all-nighters to watch you sleep, hacking into your computer and phone to make sure that no one is trying to harm you. If he finds anything, then pray for the person who threatened you. He’s merciless when it comes to the scum that try to interfere with your life. Physical torture would definitely be an option, but blackmail is more likely. The aggressor will be fired, humiliated, left with nowhere to go, and no one to run to.  

~He isn’t very likely to confess, even if you seem to return his sentiment. He doesn’t think he’s worthy of you yet, despite how hard he’s trying. If you make the first move, things will only get worse. His stalking slows down, but it’ll be more obvious that he has been watching you. He won’t try to hide that he knows all kinds of things that he shouldn’t. It’ll leave you paranoid, suspicious of him and everyone else around you. His clinginess will take a turn for the worst, too. You won’t be able to go anywhere without him, unless you want to come back to a sobbing Saeran demanding to know why you don’t love him anymore.

~Saeran wants the best for you, even if he has to hurt himself and everyone else to do it. If you want to leave him, then he’ll let you believe that he’s come to terms with it while still watching over you secretly. And if you want him to change, then he’ll do a perfect job pretending that your ‘little acts of rebellion’ don’t bother him. Just don’t give him a reason to think that you suddenly hate him. You don’t want to know what he’ll do.

[an-ambivalent]

Would you write about Ray yandere (Mystic Messenger)? I love your writing!

A/N: sure! ☺ I hope this is to your liking!

[WARNING: MENTIONS OF ABUSE, VIOLENCE AND FORCED DRUG USE. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK]

Not So Sweet Love [Yandere! Ray] [Reader-Insert]

Tight ropes bounded her hands to the headboard of the bed, and her legs were spread apart forcefully, with chains wrapped around her feet, binding them to the bedpost. Her clothes were in tattered shreds everywhere – on the floor, on the bed; minimal amount of clothing covered her bare body. Blue and black colours decorated her skin, and a dark crimson stream flowed out of the countless of small cuts which were given to her all over her body. Bruises, harsh fingerprints, and dug in nails littered her skin, while furious red and blue love bites were etched on her neck, and collarbone. Her mouth was gagged, and dried tears had solidified on her cheeks.

Her throat was dry and burnt due to all her wails and screams, which were caused by an unimaginable pain. Her chest heaved from the lack of oxygen, and she sat still, unable to make any sorts of movements.

“This is all for your sake,” She remembered, he had whispered, as he wiped the needle of an injection with a cloth to clean it. The tip of the needle shone brightly under the room’s light.

“For you to truly love me, you need to see my world. I love you so so so so much that I need to save you. I need to take you to paradise, but I can only give you pleasure after the pain,” He had whispered sensually, as his breath fanned against her ear, and caused goosebumps to arise. She would have melted on her knees if his words were not inclined with danger and promised her terror. In fear, she shook her head and tried to pull her hands, and legs away from their confinement. Her skin tensed as he brought the needle closer to her, and she tried to move herself away from his venomous touch. Her screams were muffled due to the gag in her mouth, and she continued to desperately attempt to escape her imprisonment. But her efforts were useless, and soon, he brushed her cheeks with his gloved fingers to comfort her.

“Shhh,” He had said, as he licked a tear off her cheek. His spit stained her skin, and [Name] winced in disgust.

He chose to ignore her reaction.

Then, he injected the drug into her, and kissed her gagged lips.

“It will all be over soon enough,” He assured. Simultaneously, [Name]’s eyes dilated due to the drugs, and suddenly, feelings of discomfort, anxiety and fear kicked in her nerves.

That was all she could recall clearly, before things had become hazy for her. Afterwards, she could only remember the sensation of different touches which were bestowed upon her. For example, a blunt knife that was forcefully pressed into her skin, and cut through it. When her given cuts bled, he had harshly bit them, and sucked on the blood of her wounds. Seldomly, all of the pain, was also accompanied with lingering soft touches and kisses. However, the softness of these intimacy gestures lasted for a mere millisecond as it would suddenly morph into pain.

The entire experience was one which kept her on edge, tested her limits, until she would inevitably just break. The drug seemed to have heightened her sense of touch. This meant that all the pain was worse than it would’ve been, and the entire experience itself was just abhorrently horrible.

The so called angel, [Name] had thought, was nothing but a spawn of the devil.

While she was focused on trying to cope with her pain, she failed to notice her capturer, opening the door of her bedroom, and entering it.

As Ray laid his eyes on her, he tensed up.

He knew that she was hating him for what he had done to her. However, in order for their relationship to really work, in Ray’s eyes, this had to be done. He truly wished he could just take away her pain, and give her endless pleasure. That day would come as well; but for now, it was an  obligation for her to know the pain of his world.

Besides, the image of [Name] sitting still in vulnerability and in pain, should have made him feel guilty. But it did not.

Instead, it excited him, enough to form a bulge in his pants.

She was helplessly waiting for him, only him. Ray was the ONLY one who could help her, touch her, and see her humiliated the way she was.

He was the only one who could save her.

His eyes were dilated in arousal, and with a maniacal glint shining in his mint-coloured eyes, he licked his lips in excitement.

Originally, he was going to visit her room so he could apologize for his previous actions and make up for it.

But, he thought, a little more pain wouldn’t hurt…. Right?

“Hello my sweet princess,” Ray greeted, smiling innocently, causing [Name] to look towards him.

He was giving her that particular smile that made him seem like a soft marshmallow who was incapable of hurting even a miniscule fly. [Name] had fallen in love with this smile because it seemed to be the cause for why the sun shone so brightly, and the flowers bloomed so beautifully.

However, now, she knew that his smile was anything but innocent. She was haunted by it, even in her daydreams.

Ray’s smile widened into wide cheshire grin and his eyes shone terrifyingly with dangerous obsession and infatuation, rather than love.

He took out another injection, and a knife from his pocket.

[Name]’s eyes widened impossibly huge in fear.

“Shall we have a round two?”

Masterpost | Request Rules

[weewoounderoos]

3 soft, random headcanons for each rfa member + v & saeran

[i write purely for fun, these are just headcanons i have lol]

click here for part two !

jumin han

loves watching those horrible remakes of shakespearean movies/old classics; you keep saying they suck but he watches them based on the “accuracy“ of the plot/storyline

there‘s a floor at the penthouse where jumin redesigned it as a massive ballroom, and every year on your anniversary, you both get dressed up and waltz and dance the night away

he likes holding your hand behind his back- as well as kiss either your forehead or your hand before he leaves

hyun ryu (zen)

first vacation trip with you would probably be to paris to meet equally as beautiful people as himself

he would make it his mission to make sure you have a night together every week where it’s dedicated to self care- face masks, talk abt stressful things that bother you (if there’s any)

brings you to world/national tours of his new shows every time- either you go or his producer can kiss their next sequel goodbye

jaehee kang

karaoke nights on fridays after you’re both done with work is not a hobby, it’s an absolute must you cannot miss

coffee dates coffee dates coffee dates coffee dates- after you’re done enjoying your coffee inside the store, you both take a Polaroid photo together in front of the store or store sign and hang it up on the growing picture collage above your bed

you both love visiting your local bookstore in attempts to find a book the other hasn’t read before

yoosung kim

loves cuddling up against you when it snows by the fireplace under a warm blanket, mugs of hot cocoa sitting nearby on a coffee table

tries to make sure he wakes up first before you to make you breakfast but almost never does, he sees you still asleep and stays with you and admires you before deciding to fall back asleep

always wants to hold your hand in public- he’s proud to be your boyfriend and he’d have no hesitation in making that obvious (“would you like a receipt?” “yes i think my girlfriend here needs it”)

saeyoung choi (707)

definitely had a harry potter phase that involved watching and reading all the movies/books in order for two weeks

gives out those valentine meme cards as valentine’s day gifts to the rfa, but makes sure your valentines day is full of kisses, gifts, love and appreciation for being with him

you both have moments where you have spontaneous trips to wherever you’re feeling- wanna see the cherry blossoms? next flight to japan is yesterday. spain sounds lovely in three minutes

saeran choi

the dining room table almost always has flowers bundled beautifully in a vase that saeran himself organizes as a gift to you

always has matching clothes with you- what started out as several moments where you both ended up having matching outfits turned into planned days of what outfit to wear on what day

loves hugging you from behind whenever you cook and always insists on helping you cook dinner together by making dessert- more specifically, homemade strawberry ice cream

jihyun kim (v)

date nights w/ v include painting mini portraits, where you both write down random things as ideas to paint and place those in a hat and pick one out to help you both get out of the “no you choose the idea” paradox

succulents are placed on every window sill, each with their own respective names that v allowed you to name (“did billy get water?” ”that’s bobby v”)

he loves dancing with you- he plays records on a record player every night just to dance with you in the living room of your studio apartment

[blackandwhitejoker]

Have a Yandere Saeran/Unknown

[rottendollface]

Warning.

My age: 22 y.o.

Your age: no minors, only 18+.

I can (and will) write dark things, like yandere, stalking, violence, CNC, etc., because I'm interested in the motives and psychology of any sorts of violence, and by my writing I'm explaining it. Almost everything you read in my fics is described from the side of a mentally ill (psychopath) character and should be greeted with criticism. Please understand that this dynamic isn't normal in real life, and I write it because: 1) It's my page; 2) I like these genres and types of characters, such a way of art have the right to exist. It doesn't mean that I would like to repeat it outside my posts, and I don't urge you to repeat it, as well. It can be anything here, don't read me if you are uncomfortable.

About me

ENFP-clown, aquarius and dead inside. I love memes, stupid jokes and live in endless spooktober 🕯️🎃👻 My first serious crushes were Valtor from 'Winx' and Ben Drowned, so yeah, it says a lot. English is my second language, please bear with me.

SFW blog – @anemiaanemona.

AO3 page.

Characters I write for

Genshin Impact: Childe Tartaglia (Ajax), Zhongli, Rosaria, Kamisato Ayato, Wriothesley, Dottore, Pierro, Capitano.

Honkai Star Rail: Argenti, Blade, Dan Heng (+ Imbibitor Lunae), Veritas Ratio, Gallagher, Gepard Landau, Luocha, Sampo, Welt Yang.

Kamigami no Asobi: Hades Aidoneus, Apollon Agana Belea, Balder Hringhorni, Thoth Caduceus.

Uta no Prince-sama: Reiji Kotobuki, Camus, Ittoki Otoya, Ren Jinguji, Kira Sumeragi, Seiichiro Jinguji.

Katekyo Hitman Reborn!: Kyoya Hibari, Xanxus, Squalo Superbi, Byakuran.

Shingeki no Kyojin: Reiner Braun, Erwin Smith, Zeke Jaeger.

Dead by Daylight: The Trapper (Evan MacMillan), The Trickster (Ji-Woon Hak), The Mastermind (Albert Wesker).

Mystic Messenger: Jumin Han, Choi Saeyoung (707), Choi Saeran (Ray, Unknown), Kim Yoosung.

Boyfriend to Death: Strade, Ren Hana.

Mortal Kombat 1 (12): Shang Tsung, Sub-Zero (Bi-Han), Scorpion (Kuai Liang), Mileena, Sindel.

Lurking for Love: Jacob Alden.

I can write for your fav characters, but on this guys I have personal headcanons and ideas 👻

My preferences

🥀 this section can be updated 🥀

I write dark content mostly, and the biggest part of my fics is about any sorts of violence of a certain character over reader (it may be hidden or depicted graphically).

I like: drama (between character and reader or reader and society, etc.), mysticism (including all the forms of paranormal activities and devilry), dark, horror, body horror, ABO system, physical and psychological violence, sexual violence, surrealism, mental disorders, status difference, age difference (only with younger reader/older character), patriarchal and heteronormative relationships dynamic, misogyny, femdom, mommy kink.

I don't like it, but I can write it (no guarantees that the result will be good): fluff, healthy relationships (of any kind), rivals to lovers, enthusiastic consent, service top/power bottom, enemy mine, soulmates, domestic fics.

I won't write it: male reader (I'm not educated enough in it), scat, diaper fetish, genitals torture, character x character, heavy necrophilia (excluding zombies), cuckolding, manipulations with urethra, sugar mommy, zoophilia (excluding monsters), FWB, harem (reverse harem included).

Tools

To edit pictures I use: Meitu, GlitchCam, Mirror Lab.

To find pictures I use: Pinterest, Twitter (ecchi_aesth, tasteful_ecchi, tasteful_manga).

To create playlists: SoundCloud.

To find music: SoundCloud, YouTube, VK.

Favourite picrew: tap, tap.

Masterlist

Genshin Impact

Wriothesley

Guilty.

Dottore | Zandik

Prayer.

Childe Tartaglia | Ajax

Sons of Sin;

The Horror of Our Love;

Sugar storm;

I still dream about her;

Delirium;

Freezing Moon;

The Alien;

The Hunger Games AU pt.1;

Happy violence;

Jar O' Kinks Headcanons.

Zhongli | Morax

Dollhouse;

Uncut bijou;

Autocrat;

Remember me.

Venti | Barbatos

Eros.

Rosaria

Be my sacrifice.

Dainsleif

Agape;

Do Angels Never Cry and Heaven Never Fall?

Diluc Ragnvindr

Antihero.

Kaeya Alberich

Antihero.

Uta no Prince-sama

Kotobuki Reiji

Spotlight.

Boyfriend to Death

Strade

Like Home.

Lurking for Love

Jacob Alden

Pots of Kinks.

Mortal Kombat

Smoke

Smoke Relationship Headcanons.

HSR

Gallagher

Rum and Cigarettes.