#yandere the mask

[helpfandom]

since ya like Jim Carrey, maybe some general yandere the mask hcs? That's the only movie of his I can remember off the top of my head that I used to adore when I was little, only if you want to ofc!! ^^

Of course! The only other request for Jim Carrey was Romantic. :( Why does this picture look so good though?? I went a little more analysis with a mix of headcanon. I think Stanley Ipkiss could have been saved with Age regression.

@lonleydweller

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Stanley Ipkiss and his mask persona [The Mask] are different, so I'll separate them out.

Obviously, Stanley is the person to have fallen into obsession, but he's more self-aware, cringing at his feelings of neediness when he meets someone who understands him and his semi-obsession with classic cartoons. He's... an interesting yandere because he's not going to be super violent, he's a bank teller! He's not super strong like his counterpart, and he's more than likely to rely on manipulation and threats rather than actually do anything, relying on bark and no bite.

But on the flipside... The Mask is a whirlwind of not only emotions but actions, easy to flip between and easier to piss off for strangers. He's not easy to understand at all, and he's able to manipulate the world around him, so it's easy for him to be violent with anyone he considers a rival or an opponent. They're two sides of the same coin {don't tell Two-Face}, and have such extremes.

Stanley is an extreme pacifist, Mask is extremely violent, Stanley is easier to understand, and Mask is hard to understand. Mask is genuinely there for a fun time, and Stanley is trying to make sure it's a long time.

So naturally, Stanley Ipkiss is the more reasonable one, the more rational one, the one who has to deal with the consequences of The Mask's irrational and impulsive decisions.

At some point, it becomes almost routine to see Mask when he's able to be alive, and how he jumps around from place to place, dragging you regardless of whether you want it or not, and then to see Stanley later, there to set you free and make sure you're okay.

The Mask is open to acting on emotions and disregards logical actions, and Stanley can't help but think of what just may happen, fearing the logic of the world around him. This causes a tension from the Mask against Stanley, upset at him for continuously freeing you despite what cartoon-ish laws apply to what he brought you to, and Stanley against The Mask for causing Stanley to deal with all the consequences and ramifications.

But if there's an opportunity for them to collaborate, to join together? That's when you're done for.

[l0sercat]

Yandere alphabet w/ Stanley Ipkiss

Affection — how do they show their love and affection?

Definitely a big ol touchy guy, so he will definitely will always try to hold your hand or have his arm wrapped around you. Will take it personal and be upset if you shrug off his arm and decline to hand hold. Also loves to kiss you so if you wipe his kiss off he may cry.

Blood — how messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

Not messy. He is too clumsy and nervous to kill anyone. But if he still has the mask, it will definitely kill anyone for you. When the mask is put on all nervousness is gone and he will go on a killing spree.

Cruelty — how would they treat their darling once abducted?

He will treat you so nice and like a god/ess. He loves you and wants you to feel the same way about him. He may raise his voice and yell at you when you irritate him.

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

Maybe force you to cuddle him and hold you, just psychical touch stuff. But would definitely NOT rape you. He could never do that, and he never will. If you don't break and don't want sex or your just asexual. Yes it sucks and he may be frustrated, but he will not force himself on you. He may force you to do PDA and normal couple shit though.

Exposed — how vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He is very vulnerable. All of his heart is beared for them. As long as the same is returned because he is a very sensitive man and just wants his darling to love him in return.

Fight — how would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would be sad and would probably cry, he has done so much for you and everything is for you. He just wants to have a perfect life with you! He is not a crybaby and stuff so don't let me say him crying is painting that picture, it's just that he is a little sensitive and you fighting back is breaking that picture.

Game — is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

It is definitely not a game, he could never enjoy watching you trying to leave him. When he sees you've tried to escape he freaks out and panics. His heart is racing and he will harshly grab you and yell at you. Then wrap his arms around you and hold you tight mumbling to himself.

Hell — what would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

So when he puts on the mask and it projects his deepest desires on you. He'll love bomb you and kiss you roughly muttering how he needs you. He'll sweep you away into his cartoonish plays and have you guessing what is gonna happen next. He'll grope you while dancing and force you to make out with him.

Ideals — what kind of future do they have in mind for their darling?

You and him and his best buddy Milo. In a nice little modest house maybe a child or two he is still on the fence about it. He wants you all nice and compliant. Sex almost every night and you cooking him meals when he gets home after a hard day!

Jealousy — do they get jealous? How do they handle it?

He will only get jealous if you give someone or something too much attention then you do him. Or if you go out and a person is hitting on you and you don't do anything to reject their advances.

Kisses — how do they act around or with their darling?

So he is definitely self aware about his yandere tendencies. Like he knows what he is doing is wrong, but he is in so deep that he doesn't care that much. Like he feels bad but in the end he has you and that is all that matters. So because of that he is a lot more sweet and caring and patient. Head kisses every morning and night, holds you tight to him when watching cartoons. Matching cartoon PJs and you even got Milo some!

Love letters — how would they go about approaching their darling?

He would approach you normally, but after he has been rejected several times he snaps. "Why couldn't you just accept my love for you Darling? I'm so much better than those ruffians that I see you with 24/7!"

Mask — are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

Not really. He is into PDA so he is always holding your hand or an arm around you. Isn't afraid to kiss you and stuff. He is proud he is able to be your man and he wants to show everyone that you belong to him.

Naughty — how would they punish their darling?

He doesn't like to hurt you but if you don't get it through your head that your never leaving him. Then he has no choice but to yell at you and then locking you in a closet and only letting you out for the bathroom. You will eat and sleep in there and won't be able to see the outside because he put blankets over the slits in the doors. You'll hear him walking freely and watching tv while you rot in the closet. He may bring a girl over and fuck her brains out just so you know he doesn't need you and to show you what your missing.

Oppression — how many rights would they take away from their darling?

You pretty much have all your rights. Except that you can't leave, expect for when he wants to take you out. You can say no to sex and mostly wear what you want. But you will cuddle with him in the morning and night and watch cartoons with him! No you can't escape silly!

Patience — how patient are they with their darling?

Very patient, he understands that your scared and he took you away from everything. So if you snap at him or just sit in a corner and cry he will give you some space and try to hold you and comfort you.

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

If you die he would eventually find someone else but he would never forget you. He'll constantly compare the person he is with to you. Maybe not out loud but in his head "Darling would never do that, Darling would do this" Now if you escape he is frantic and crying. He can't find you on his own even with help from Milo. So at night he puts on the mask and he will find you. No mater how many times you escape Mask will always find you. That is Stanley's wildcard and you don't expect it at first, and then after a few escape attempts you give up because it's just useless as long as the Mask exists you can't leave. Stanley will be mad at you for leaving but eventually forgive you. But the mask will always distrust you but still love you nonetheless.

Regret — would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling?

Oh yeah. He is constantly worrying if what he is doing is for the best. But then he sees what the outside world is like and is reassured that what he is doing is for the best because you could be seriously hurt out there but with Stanley your safe!

Stigma — what brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Probably how he grew up. He is always getting rejected or manipulated by girls. He tries to be the nice guy or Me.Right but, after everything he is done that he keeps getting his heart played with. You did it to him and eventually he just snapped.

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

He doesn't enjoy it and it may make him cry. He want you to love him not throw things at him and call him a terrible person.

Unique — would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He will take you outside when he trusts you enough. Although he is keeping an eye on you 24/7 and his hand in either entertwined with yours or his arm on your shoulder or waist!

Vice — what weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

How sensitive he is and how he longs to trust you. How much he craves to be loved by you. You get him while he's weak and his defenses are down you'll be able to escape until the sun goes down and your captured by Mask.

Wit’s end — would they ever hurt their darling?

No, he never wants to lay a hand on you and when he does it hurts him. He hates seeing the mark he has left and feels terrible.

Xoanon — how much would they revere or worship their darling?

He worships the ground you walk on you are a god(ess) and he will treat you as such. He absolutely adores you and will do almost anything you want.

Yearn — how long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

He will wait months because he is constantly asking you out. He has tried to take you out on dates but then you never return his calls. So then after 5 months of trying he will break into your house/apartment and take you on the night. (Probably as the Mask)

Zenith — would they ever break their darling?

No, he will never push you that far that you just shut down.

[bunnygirllover45]

Happy Friday the 13th here's my slasher oc. silly guy.

[obsessionavecdescouteaux]

I happen to think you look very pretty when you’re tied up with my blade pressed against your neck

[acid-ixx]

(name) wayne, gagged and tied to a chair:

the villain, untying their gag: hahaha! i have kidnapped you for ransom and your father only has 5 hours left to save you by paying me!!!

(name) wayne: damn bruh my father hasn't spoken to me in 13 and a half years i don't think he's coming for me at all, better if you shoot me instead lmao cause i don't think batman would save me either

villain: ...

yan! villain, untying your ropes: welp, kidnapping is basically illegal adoption, am i right?

(name) wayne: as long as i'm fed three times a day and you read me bed time stories before i sleep then i guess that counts?

yan! villain: sweetheart, you are getting more than that.

[whimsyvixen]

Ooh would you ever do a piece on like a riot cop/riot suppression officer? Just a big burly guy with a face covering helmet that wants nothing more than to pound some law and order into the mc

Men in uniform always have clutching my pearls. Abuse of authority kink makes me one sick woman but I can't help my desires. I want to be held down by a strong man, especially by one that is hellbent on putting me in my place~~⛓️😩

You have a very peculiar head on those shoulders, darling. I absolutely love it~ 🖤♥️. You actually gave me a bit of motivation to doodle something for this idea of yours. I can't offer you a story so this drabble is the best I can give you. I hope you like it ✌️💋💋💋!!

~

Red Velvet

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Riot police officer x female reader

⚠️ WARNINGS/TAGS⚠️: explicit content, yandere, dark smut, rape/non-con elements, forced orgasm, unprotected sex, mating press, forced breeding, slapping, dacryphilia, degradation, dirty talk.

You're shrieking and sobbing from the exquisite fucking being forced on you. It was too much! I couldn't do this anymore. You're trying to shove him away and pleading for him to be more gentle, your squirming doing little to disrupt the tempo of his pistoning hips.

Desperately, you threw your hand forward with all your might and your fist connected with his face. He let out a grunt of pain, holding his nose with one hand while he held you down with the other hand to pin you to the floor. Seeing him gingerly touch his nose to determine the damage, your struggles renewed to get away from him. Suddenly, a vicious backhand twisted your head to the side, your stunned face breaking out in more tears from the sting on your cheek.

"The hard way it is then," there is a vacant look in his eyes as he stares down at you, making you dread what he had in store for you. He is quick to grab the back of your knees, pushing them to your chest to fold you into a more obscene position.

He doesn't give you time to formulate a protest before your high pitched cries echo across the room once more as he jackhammers into your poor abused pussy, the filthy squelch of cock piercing the walls of your womanhood audible over the repeated slap of wet flesh clashing against one another. Tears blur the image of the riot police officer above you, his black attire pristine if not for the blood smeared across it.

Those poor people. They didn't deserve it and here you were, allowing the monster responsible for their deaths pound away at your insides like a common whore.

"I'm almost there, you rebellious little bitch," he hissed over you, his serpentine eyes fixated on his cock plundering the heated depths of your pussy. His brows scrunched in near pain as your cunt strangles his dick, your walls gripping the rod of flesh so tightly that it was almost hard to pull out of you when he shifted his hips back.

"I'm cumming inside this tight little pussy." He chuckled at your horrified expression, bringing one gloved hand down to rub your swollen clit tenderly before pinching it between his fingers. The action had your hips thrusting up, a mortifying moan escaping your lips as you shook from the painful pleasure. Your eyes rolled back as he continued applying pressure to your sensitive nub, your mind no longer coherent as your body became a slave to his touch. Your hips started grinding shyly into his thrusts, unable to resist the decadent pleasure of a dick stretching your cunt and kissing your womb with every deep thrust.

"Good girl, let's end this, yeah?" He murmured sweetly, his harsh breathing muffled behind his mask. "I can feel my balls tightening up. Get ready for my load, bitch. You'll be drowning in it soon enough."

[wildflowercryptid]

❝ just you wait, florian... ❞

how we coping tonight, kieran nation?

[afabuloussecret]

Me writing and loving content about masked men and stalkers. Knowing damn well this would actually be me if I had one.

[cybercl0ne]

Masked men x f!reader//18+ (Scenario 2)

TW: 18+, Cnc, somnophila,toy play (vibrators), double penetration, creampie, degradation, name calling (slut,whore), mentions of breeding, minor praise (if you read into it), edging, multiple orgasms.

AN at the bottom!!

FYI:) these are not the same men from the elevator 😉

You were sleeping peacefully, your mind clear, for the most part. You laid on your bed, turning restlessly as you midnight stalked you. As you slowly yet surely drifted to sleep, a visitor decided to make an entry, peeking through your window.

“Yeah, she’s asleep. Out cold.” A man with a ski mask says, dressed in a skin tight black shirt and baggy jeans.

“What are we waiting for, let’s get in and out man.” Another one adds, opening your loose window. Without your knowledge these two men snuck into your room, one of them staring daggers at your sleeping form as it innocently tosses around to an unsourced sound.

“Don’t wake the little princess up, she’s a beauty when she’s sleeping.” The man watching you says, taking off his cheap Halloween mask he bought from Party City. He makes a small dent in your bed, overshadowing your figure, looking at your dolled resting face as his friend sacked through your room for valuables.

“Hah! Look at this. Our little sluts got a few toys.” The man slyly says, turning around to see his friend on top of you, kissing down your half exposed body. All the while you sleep soundly, not aware of anything. “Wanna put these to good use?” The man ask, taking a vibrator out from your “secret” box from under the bed. The man shrugs, pushing up your shirt to expose your naturally perked nipples, immediately taking to sucking them dry.

“Taste so fucking sweet. Her tits taste like pound cake.” The man adds, groaning on your breast, making your face scrunch at the sensation. Meanwhile, the man at the bottom of your bed works to take your panties off. “Someone’s enjoying this- our little slut’s getting wet for us.” He slides his fingers up and down your puffy slit, stopping to massage your sweet clit. He takes his fingers and sucks them clean, feeling a rush from your taste, forgetting all about looting your house. He doesn’t wait, turning on the naughty vibrator, tapping it on your pussy to see if you react.

You wince in your sleep, folding your position to your back as your legs curl then uncurl, trying to be rid the buzzing as it tickles your nerves. “She likes it. I can’t tell if she’s asleep or just faking it~” the man at your breast adds, kissing your face, closing into your ear where he licks it, whispering dirty words as his friend teases your pussy with your vibrator.

As the vibrator hits your clit, feeding a pattern of sexual tension, you stir awake, the first thing you saw was 2 men experimenting with your pussy. “Wha-“ before you could finish your sentence the man closest to you grabs your mouth, the vibrator falling to the ground as the other man comes around to manhandle you to the wall, forcing you off the bed. “Now listen, you scream you’re gonna regret it alright you little bitch?!” The masked man spits out, grabbing another vibrator from your box. Your stomach drops as you realize what they’ve been doing to your body for who knows how long. The man kisses your cheek, moving across your face as his buddy plays with your pussy. “Just a slut aren’t you?! Getting all wet in your sleep, waking up surprised. You were waiting for us!” The man aggressively spit, finding his hand roughly slapping your pussy, the other man still holding your mouth grinding his clear hard clothed cock on your ass. “No point in screaming if you’re not screaming my name baby…making me into a rut with yout slutty ass huh? Putting on a show for me baby? Like showing off?” The man teases, pulling your nipples as you groan, giving muffled pleas as your pussy sobs with slick. A tight slap comes to your ass and pussy as the men degrade you. You look at the man holding your mouth, your eyes lidded with fear, and bubbling desire. “Like what you see? What, my little slut getting horny from getting her little tight pussy destroyed?~” “you gonna cum? Fucking cum then, do it you little whore!” He roars uncovering your mouth only to replace it with his mouth as the masked man attending to your pussy stuffs his fingers inside, keeping the vibrator on your clit.

You muffle a moan as your tongue intertwines with the unmasked man while his friend looks up at you, the rest of his face covered, his eyes being shone through the lusty moonlight. “Cum on my finger baby girl, make my fuckin’ night and cum! Cum!” You roll your eyes back, squirting out your juices on the poor vibrator and the masked man’s fingers. Above, you two break the kiss, ending with you still orgasming as the men laugh, their hands extending your orgasm by torturing your cunt. “That’s my girl! A fucking fountain!” The unmasked man shouts, stuffing his fingers inside you to extract more, making your legs shake from how sensitive you were.

“P-please, no more…to much!” You beg, squinting your eyes shut as they assault your body. “We’ve just began princess!” He says, throwing on the bed, the masked man lifting you up like it’s nothing, sitting you on top of him. “Strip my pants baby…” he whispers, leaning into your ear and nibbling it. “I said STRIP MY FUCKING PANTS!” He booms, his friend across the room, already squeezing out of his clothes, his entire body exposed. You shakily grasped his pants, unbinding his cock from his boxers, watching as it sprinted up, slapping against your wet, twitching cunt, resting against your stomach. Your eyes widen seeing his length. “H-how do you even keep that in your pants?!” You found yourself saying, you look across the room to see his naked friend with the same, if not bigger length than him, stalking towards you with a devious smirk. “It’ll work baby. Just focus on taking our cocks, for now.” He motions to your mouth, slapping his twitching, leaking cock on your lips. You feel your pussy pooling similar slick onto the masked mans’ jeans. “My cock appreciates the compliment sweetheart~” the masked man grumbles out through his deep voice. You focus on the cock that now sits on your lips, kissing his tip as he groans, clearly sensitive. “Go on baby, suck it.” You do as your told, your eyes meeting his as you shive your throat down his length all the while the masked man under you drives his cock teasingly up and down your slick cunt. “Gonna be able to take both of us baby? Gonna be good and scream our fucking names?” You nod, muffling a content ‘yes’. “Good fucking girl…” the masked man grunts, pushing his cock inside your heat, you moan in squeezing pain and pleasure as he sinks inside you, you being busy focusing on the cock that ramming into your mouth.

“Gonna fuck this pretty cunt…ugh, real good honey…” The masked man immediately goes from settling you on his cock balls deep to fucking you balls deep. You moan and shiver under the pounding you were getting from this man, making the other man’s cock twitch inside your mouth, precum coating your tongue, slipping down your face. “G-gonna cum down that pretty little throat! Take a-all my fucking seed!” The man hisses, your pussy growing more wet as his friends cock demolishes your cunt. You suck the man’s cock harder, feeling your eyes roll back and your mind grow dumb. The man thrust into your mouth, your pussy getting plowed faster as the masked man reaches for your tits, his ski mask lifted just enough so he can access your nipples. You moan and close your eyes from being overstimulated, feeling as the man cums down your throat, you hungrily swallow it up, becoming a cock drunken slut. You open your mouth, still bobbing up and down on the grunting masked mans cock. “So good for me~ not a single drop wasted~ good job baby, I should reward you for being a good girl!” The masked man gruffly laughs, eyeing his friend and ultimately stopping, popping out of you. You look behind you, confused and needy.

“Aww don’t worry babygirl, we think you did so good you deserve more than one cock filling up your little body~” the masked man says, whispering in your ears, you flip your head down to your messy, oozing cunt to see the men lined up at both on your holes. Your eyes go wide, waiting for pure extacy to ensue. You grind on the cocks, groaning as you look into their eyes.

“You gotta beg us baby, beg us to plow your holes like no tomorrow, beg us to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.” The man adds, rubbing his cock down your slit, popping it in and out, hissing at how your walls tried to clench around him.

You look up at him, your eyes teared and drool dripping down your face. “P-please fuck my tight little cunt~ please mark my pussy with your load until I can speak, please fuck me dumb!” You beg, taking the men’s cocks and stroking them while pleading. Both men hiss and slowly thrust into your palm, shaking out of it and laughing, aiming at your holes. “Since you asked so nicely~” the masked man said, lifting you up and settling you done on his cock, his dick entering your tight little asshole slowly. His size making you arch your back, screaming. The other man follows close behind, stuffing himself balls deep inside your juicy, raw cunt. You attempt to scream, the only thing coming out is broken moans as your holes fill, your stomach presenting a small bulge where you can see their cocks. “S-so damn tight!” The men say, thrusting inside you. The pace was rough and spontaneous. Your body jerked around, moans and the smell of sex filled the air quickly. “F-feels t-to good!” You add, rolling your hips, trying to rut them to go faster. They nod, going faster, their balls slapping against you.

“Baby, your getting tight, you gonna cum?! Dirty whore, cumming already?!” The masked man screams out, taking a hold of your waist and one hand moving to your clit, you feel electric sting through your body as he rubs your clit while pouring you harder. “Yes, right there! Right there! Yes- a-a-ah f-fuck!” You moan out, cumming on the men cock. The men laugh, your lewd juices mixing with their pounding, making noises. “Oh fuck, I’m cumming!” The unmasked man that’s taking your pussy announces, you reach for your clit, rubbing it with vigor, desperate for their cum. “Fuck baby, tell me to fill your hole up! Tell me to knock that sweet womb up!” You turn your head back, still in your orgasm, kissing the man revenging your ass. “Fuck me full of cum, fuck me, fuck me, fuck!-“ before you finish your pleas the men grunt in harmony, exploding inside of you. They thrust their hips, fucking the cum deeper before slowing their hips. A slow silence falls on you all, groans and moans filling the room. The men lift you up, switching positions.

“W-wait n-no!-“ before you could protest the men roughly insert themselves back inside you, the masked man on your pussy and the other taking your ass. You shake as they do one hard pound into you, feeling the leftover cum drip down your thigh. “You didn’t think we were done yet did you? I still need a taste of this sweet ass, plant my seed everywhere on your body.” The unmasked man says, chuckling in your ear, nibbling on it as he takes you, thrashing his cock inside your ass. The masked man kisses your pussy, licking up bits of cum and your juices while stroking his cock. “Your sweet little body tired already princess?” The gruffly masked man says, pushing on your puffy clit. You moan, tears flowing down your eyes as they pounce on you. The masked man finally plowing into your pussy, stuffing the fleating cum back inside your womb. “Gotta make sure your nice and full baby.” He gruffs out, grunting as he pounds you dumb. You squirm under them, your mouth singing beautiful moans, kissing the man destroying your ass as he grips your tits, squishing them in his palms. “So fucking good, damn girl, your so fucking good!” He moans out, letting his voice get the best of him as his sensitive cock dives deeper inside your ass, you arch further at the new length both of them reach, the masked man going to your cirvix.

You feel your stomach having the familiar coil from the past lovemaking minutes. “Gonna cum again? Naughty girl, tsk, tsk, tsk.” The man below you bellows as they slow their thrust, stopping. You whine, grinding trying to create friction. “You know what you need to do sweetheart~” The masked man says, rubbing sensually against you, your walls clinging to him.

“Please fuck me, I love your cocks ramming my holes~ I wanna spray your cocks with my cum~, I need your cocks to fill my stupid cunt and asshole up with your milk~ may I please have all of your delicious cum?~” you say, looking into the masked man’s eyes, your eyes glistening as they plead with neediness and pure rut. They laugh, looking at each other before slamming back into you the masked man lifting his ski mask up to suck your lips, you moan and grind as the bubbling feeling of your climax was close. “Fucking cum like a good girl!” You cum on command, exploding your hot squirt over their cocks, splashing your juices around as they pound you through your climax. The man under you groans, feeding you his hot load after 3 long thrust. “Fuck… not gonna-“ the masked man grunts, ramming his cum deep inside your pussy, his heavy load making your stomach full. Fuck…you’re intoxicating…” the masked man whispers as his head bumps against yours, his eyes penetrating into yours. You smile, kissing his lips some more before the man under forces your face into his, kissing his lips as you roll your hips into their cocks. They unload their cocks out of your holes, leaving them to instantly leak cum. You flop onto the center of your bed, the men falling beside you smirking as they rested their heads on their hands, admiring your fucked out body. “What do you say princess?” They ask, surrounding you as you lay between them.

“Thank you~”

And to think they were here to steal from a pretty slut like you.

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AN:) Hey guys, I wanted to say how happy I am we reached 200+ followers! I meant to make this post sooner but with school I find it hard to maintain a regular schedule. (I really wanted to do kinktober! (*´Д｀*), anyway, thank you sm for the support and I’m glad to be making content that you guys enjoy! If you have any suggestions on what you’d like the 200+ special to be, I’m open! (If not I’ll probably end up doing a 2-part post with 2 different characters.)

[ren4ever]

ʙᴜʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ

“he’s just so perfect”, that’s what all girls say, completely flawless like a charmer.

Even for you, he’s like a dream which makes u go bazark, why him?? He isn’t even nice towards you so what’s the point

Your friends with his buddies which made childhood!bully hate you even more, I mean why would a pathetic loser nerd like you be with them anyway

Especially when they tease childhood!bully about you guys being a possible cute couple, he would be all dramatic

“gng what? That’s pathetic’ nerd?”

He always shoves you to the lockers out of jealousy whenever you talk to other guys hatred

“Tsk, wht’ a loser”

He covers his face whenever he sees u staring at him tottaly not bcs it makes him blushy blush

His heart melts when y try to fight back with him it’s just too adorable for him to bear, but still keeps it within and show hatred anyway

BONUS:

Childhood!bully grabbed your arm, he looked absolutely furious as he walks in a empty classroom whilst you yell at him to let you go

“Why did you let him touch y’ like that? R’ u a fuckin’ slut hm?” his face turned blushy red just by looking at your adorable face, he roughly forcefully made sat u down on a nearby desk making you yelp as he grabs your left arm tossing it over his back, putting his right warm hand on ur rosy cheek, leaning forward to your face,

Lips on lips…

bear w me IDK HOW TO MAKE IT ANY BETTER LMAO this is just a small daydream thought

[hamsternella]

König was a loser. When people saw you together, they always wondered what you had seen in him to be by his side. It was unbelievable. A man as embarrassing, boring and bland as he was couldn't catch a precious person like you. What world were you living in?

Your boyfriend was aware of all the talk behind his back, but he triumphantly ignored it. You admired that about him. To you, König was a man in his own right; with so many virtues and abilities, that you were sometimes enraptured by how amazing he seemed to you.

The relationship, other than that, was excellent. Unlike all your previous partners, König seemed to be the one. As if fate had sent him exclusively to you. People might think he was an idiot and a bore, but did they really know him? Had they ever seen that same man get up every morning, make breakfast, clean the house and take care of his partner without complaint? Had they ever seen him invest his money in improving the quality of life for his girl? Had they ever heard him complain about it? Of course not!

For you, he was perfect. You and König connected from the first date. He knew the same bands as you, liked the same songs, the same food, and even proved to be an avid connoisseur of general culture, which drove you crazy. You could always rely on there being a topic to talk about that he would already know; especially if it was about you, since you liked the same things!

How can you resist the man who knows about the lipstick you use, the brand of perfume you're wearing around your neck, and knows just when you've cut your hair? Impossible for him to be wrong about that!

I mean, König worked hard for two years to be the perfect match. It would be ridiculous to fail after arduous research in and out of your home. What kind of man would he be if he were like that?

Nothing but perfect—and just for you.

[fangzgore]

[thee-horny-thicky]

JJK x Scream, with Satoru and Suguru being the Ghostface killers, and you being their final girl. Except, you aren't a high schooler, but a single mother seeking a fresh start in a small town. You use your savings to open a bookstore cafe, which is an instant hit. You start to feel at home there, and your toddler daughter quickly captures the hearts of your customers.

Your two most loyal customers are Satoru and Suguru, college students who swing by your cafe twice a day. Once for breakfast, and again when classes conclude. They're always flirty, but you pay it no mind, seeing as they're obviously in love with each other.

Silly you, too innocent to realize they want you to be their third.

Around the one year anniversary of your arrival, you start seeing another loyal customer, one older than Satoru and Suguru, and actually single. All is going well, and you two begin discussing moving in together. Things are looking up, until you make two mistakes.

1. Letting Satoru and Suguru know you're off the market

2. Kissing your new beau in front of them

Within the week, your boyfriend is dead, becoming the first victim in a string of murders. Satoru and Suguru don't mean to become psycho killers, really. They just...didn't expect the rush of taking a life to be so thrilling. Having such a control, playing God for a moment, taking out the competition. All of it is euphoric, and the sex after makes them come harder than ever before.

When their bodycount reaches five victims, the town goes into lockdown, and a mandatory curfew is instated. A sixth victim makes the police presence ramp up, and businesses start closing well before sundown, yours included. This is when Satoru and Suguru make their move. They initiate their usual gimmick with you, calling your number and taunting you. When you hear a window shattering, you think you're about to be lucky number seven.

How wrong you are. You're precious to them. They'd never kill you, even if they'll hurt you a little. And if you're really good, they won't even treat you as a captive. They'll be great stepfathers to your daughters, and even let you keep your business as a consolation prize.

After they have their fun with you in their personas

[running-with-kn1ves]

MASKED INTRUDER PT 3 I BEGGGGG, ugh, clingy inexperienced yandere + language barrier + overeager and aggressive + needy needy needy, He is perfect! Honestly i had a spiral and came straight here to read my comfort fics and i forgot how much i loved that one 🥺 leooooo

A/N: Still not sure what I should do about Leo's origins; I've had some thoughts but nothing really planned out. Anyway thank you lots anon!

Here's Pt. 1 and Pt. 2 Word count: 2400

TW: Possessiveness, jealousy, threats of murder, razor blades, average creepy dude living in your walls behavior

Synopsis: An unexpected guest comes over, causing chaos to ensue.

The sensation of soap under your fingernails and warm water running down your forearms was one of comfort that you openly welcomed. You couldn't remember the last time you took a bath, and you could hardly count this bathing of your 'roommate' as a bath of your own.

But with your shirt soaked and your forehead damp, you finally had what could be mildly considered a clean version of Leo.

He begrudgingly sat on the cool tile floor, allowing you to ruffle his hair with a bath towel (which was really a poor attempt to manage the mess of loose, lengthy curls on his scalp.) He needed a haircut for sure, but you couldn't muster up the courage to put the scissors to his head. 

Getting him out of the house to an haircut appointment would never happen. To say he was agoraphobic was a complete understatement-- he abhorred the outside world. You sometimes think about what would've happened If you hadn't taken pity on him, allowing him to continue to find refuge in your tiny home. Or, was it perhaps he was allowing you? Until, he found that you wouldn't suffice as a worthy roomate any longer, disposing of you like he could've done to whoever originally owned this home. The mystery surrounding his origin that he seemed to completely ignore answering on still made you… cautious.  

He still felt like an extension of the house; the smell of its creaky, rotting walls, still always clinging to him-- even now, after you scrubbed him down from head to toe twice. 

You grunted as you roughly tugged his head back and forth to rub the remaining water away. Unfortunately, that left you with a frizzy Leo with more hair spun out of control than you knew what to do with. 

He blindly searched for the towel behind him without turning his head, yanking it away when he felt it in his fingers. 

"Do it myself…" he mumbled croakily, like a rusted music box. 

"Alright." You said, slightly offended. You held your hands in front of you dramatically, watching Leo wrap himself with the towel.

He looked so frail like this, on the bathroom floor with his knees pulled up to his chest. His scrawny frame hardly gave him any weight either, even if he was above six foot. You wondered if he really could hurt you, if-- he ever had the urge, to stab you with the rusty razor blade you watched him grip after he came out of the walls once company left. 

How long would it be? Until he snapped,  until one argument was just too much, and you were no longer his favorite person in the world. Tonight was one of those nights, where you imagined yourself bleeding out on the floor, Leo standing above you with that blade, or perhaps a knife from the kitchen-- the one you noticed had gone missing a few days prior.

Your fear wasn't out of place despite how many times you tried to rationalize how stupid it was. 

Several hours earlier, before Leo was as clean as he was now, you had a guest over. 

It was an old university friend, a guy you met in your first year during some odd end prerequisite or math class-- You couldn't remember. But it didn't matter, at least not to Leo. 

The moment the "intruder" sat down, you heard Leo's presence shift behind him. You could see his black eyes peering in and out of the holes in the dining room, sounds of his sporadic shuffling echoing throughout the house. You cringed everytime your friend looked up and around himself in confusion, curious of the noise. 

"It's just rats," you cover, kicking the wall behind you with a force that should've knocked down the drywall. The sound of Leo letting out a thump of retaliation nearly made your smile crack.

 You had rescued your university pal several times over the course of that night, finding the dead bugs in his drink before he could've noticed, and shutting Leo back into his hiding spots anytime you saw his hand or leg peek through, when he occasionally got the courage to try and dispose of the 'threat.'

It wasn't until your guest had asked to use the bathroom however, that Leo managed to gain a win. Cursing and yelling from the locked door made you panic, the few minutes of silence in the living room having seemingly tricked you of peace. You should’ve known that silence never meant a good thing. 

Sprinting to the bathroom, you got there in time to find your old friend covered head to do in dust and dirt, the bathroom vent still emitting a cloud of grey. Dust fell from the vent, spraying with the blow of the air conditioning. 

"Stop!" You screamed, kicking the back of the bathroom wall multiple times in retaliation. The dust immediately lessened, flecks still falling into your hair. You grunted and cursed, seeing the disaster your bathroom had become and the filth your friend was left in. 

It was safe to say you escorted him quickly out thereafter, blaming the “malfunction” on your worse for wear vent ducts. His confused expression lingered as you walked him out the door. Your horrible cover ups had you questioning whether or not he was convinced but thankfully there seemed to be some sort of unspoken understanding-- maybe he knew you had to be going through something from how odd your behavior was all night-- or maybe it was just misplaced pity.

 Either way, you were relieved to watch him exit the door with a washcloth you knew you’d never get back, telling him to be safe on his way home with a wry smile. 

Shutting that door was the biggest relief ever. The last person you'd want to know about your odd roomate situation was one of the few people in the world who had preconceived standards of you. 

You had never worried about Leo when you had groups of friends over; he never dared to leave from his hiding spot when more than one foreign person entered the house. But this time, it had been a single unknown entity, and a male one at that. You felt the realization hit you directly in the gut as your back laid against that cool wooden door, the sounds of Leo leaving one of his more trickier, less clean hiding spots echoing in the house.

"Leo?" You called out, a slight inflection of annoyance in your voice. 

You watched him crawl out of the large vent in your hallway, the metal grate coming off as two dirty hands forced it to the floor. Leo shimmied his way out of the tiny crawlspace, clouds of dirt coming with him as his legs finally came free. 

Scrambling up, the male blew dust out of his mouth, wobbly getting to his feet. With a sly glare and a satisfied expression, Leo looked towards to you silently; smugly. 

Pinching his ear and dragging him to the bathtub had been your first approach at reprimanding him; but it had done nothing to deter him. Leos silentness and resentful, pouting face left you to scold a brick wall, his rigidness extending to his body's heavy limbs and sluggish pace. 

Even now while slowly rubbing the towel back and forth on his scalp, his face turned away defiantly. 

A quiet moment passed as you watched him scrub himself dry. 

"I just… I don't understand why you have to act this way." 

Leo stopped. His head had been hanging low, thin wrists resting on his knees as water droplets rolled down the ends of his hair. His hand-me-down stretched pajamas covered his chest and thighs. You never thought an old pair of basketball shorts and a faded grey shirt would look so good on him, but you couldn't help to linger on his fingers and the curve of his neck muscles. 

Without warning Leo stood up, pushing off the ground with one hand as he held the towel loosely in the other. 

"What're you doing?" You question.

He wouldn't face you; his mask prosthetic was left on the edge of the tub, and without it-- well, it was impossible to make eye contact with him.

Leo reached for the light witch next to the shut bathroom door, flipping it without a word.

As soon as you saw him pull the light switch the color drained from your face. 

You didn't speak, waiting in the dark to see what Leo's next move would be. Maybe he hid that Razor blade somewhere in his clothes, and was aiming it at you right this second. 

"If you're gonna--"

"Shh." A voice hushed. 

The warmth of flesh was pressed against your lips. It was a finger; hot breath fanned above you,  the finger on your lips turning to a hand that cupped your cheek. Your face was held so securely, being tipped upwards as he stood leering above you. The bathroom was quiet save for the dripping of the bath pipe, and Leo's heavy breathing. 

Leo reached for you, awkwardly climbing atop your lap. He stumbled at first, but the way he curled his arms around your back, you felt like you couldn't let him go.

His nose nestled into the crook of your neck, crumpling into you like an animal looking for warmth. 

"I don't share…Don't like it.." he mumbled.

"What?"

"Things, my things.." He started, the sounds of his labored breaths hitting your ear. "Don't like it when… strangers touch… my things."

"Wai--Leo!" 

You couldn't help but search for his eyes in the dark, doing a happy little wiggle with him in your arms.

"Your voice has improved so much!" You beamed. He hadn’t spoken since the incident, and before that-- well, it took a lot to get him where he was.

“See, I knew pushing you would pay off.” You beamed, gloating in the feeling of success after remembering all the painful vocabulary lessons and hours of his stubborn behavior when you refused to answer his nonverbal pleads. 

Leo’s quietness as you pinched his ear beneath his fluff of loose curls gave you time to snap back to reality-- remembering the words he just spoke. Leo basked in the praise, gripping onto your damp shirt as he ignored your change in expression. 

The obvious possessiveness made you nearly cringe; this is exactly what you were trying to avoid. 

“But Leo, I’m not just yours- I’m everybody’s. There are other people my time has to be shared with--”

You were cut off with the flick of an all too familiar razor blade, twirling in Leos fingers.

“Then….I’ll kill them.” 

“....Kill?”

Leo leaned up, bringing his face closer to yours than he’d ever done before.

“I… wanna kill. Him. Kill….all of them..” His eyes were wide in the dark, and you could see the faint outline of the scars running down his face. You stared hard into his eyes, witnessing the fear and paranoia in them. “They’ll take.. You away. He will.” His throat was getting raspier, more raw. 

“Leo, you know you can’t say things like that..” You softened. He sounded so small, you could hardly believe his words. But in the back of your mind, alarm bells and bright red warning signs were going off. 

You reached for his face, hoping to hold it in your hands, feel the warmth of his skin. But Leo stopped you, holding your wrists. He rejected you from touching his face, again; had things truly changed? Had you made any progress with him?

And like clockwork, Leo reached for his mask, by the bathtub, sitting comfortably on your lap as he faced you. 

He adjusted the prosthetic on his face, resting it snugly as the back clipped. 

“You really wanna stop me from kissing you that badly?” You joked. 

But then the mask was lifted, just slightly, as Leos lips came closer for yours. Now that you brought the idea up, he wouldn’t let it go. 

“Kiss..” He mumbled, trying to reach for your face.

“Ah ah,” You waved a finger at him. “Don’t think I’m going soft after what you just said.” Leo let you push your two fingers against his lips, puckering them. “We’ve talked about this; what did I say?”

“Killing is….it is,” 

“It’s wrong, Leo.” 

“Its.. wrong.” He whined, bringing your other hand to his chest. He didn’t want it to be wrong, he wanted you to let him run wild and do what he knew he needed to do--”

“Promise me, Leo.” You pulled your hand slightly away. “Promise me you won’t.. Hurt anyone. Okay?”

He went quiet, letting a small grunt out as you kept pulling away the longer he stayed quiet. 

“Say it.”

“Fine… okay.” He croaked. 

You went limp and let him hold you close to him, his face leaning close as he looked for your approval. 

“Kiss..?” He mumbled again, following where your head turned to catch your lips. 

“Only because you’re finally being good..” You let him grab your chin like a cat pawing at you, his other hand nestled into your hair. “But you really don’t deserve this, especially after toni--”

You were cut off with a hungry lick, Leo’s mouth twisting against yours as the mask bumped against your nose. He lifted it just a bit higher, concealing only half of his face as he leaned deeper into you. His mouth was as warm as usual, but you could feel his warn down jealousy still through the rush of his lips.You wondered if you should really be rewarding him now after all he tried to pull. 

 A guttural purr released from his throat when he broke free from your mouth with a huff, running his hand down your back. He tried to pull your hair out of your face with his free hand, leaning for another kiss. 

“Wait Leo,” You put a hand in front of your lips, the other out with your palm up. “Give it to me first.”

Leo let out a dramatic sigh. He sat for a moment, stubbornly waiting to see if you’d really push him or let it go. 

“Come on now,” You beckoned with your hand. 

Huffing with frustration, Leo took as slow as possible to pull the razor blade from his pants.

[yourlocaltreesimp]

hello! I read your yanlinks and wanted to know if can be possible some hc of the links (+deity and dark link) with darling taking mask as their child? like I always wanted to hug and punch the goddess for what the poor kid suffer, imagine that traumatized kid just being take of that doomed world and just the reader just ‘this my child now, he will have the childhood all of you deserve but had’ so they better accept it. sorry :( if you can’t is okay

AHH OMG I LOVE THIS

ofc i can do this

thank you for sending this in-

so i didn’t do headcannons (so sorry) but I’ll definitely write more with mask ((i had too much fun)) and could make hcs!!

Also, funfact, my hotel had to evacuate while i was writing this

TW: Yandere content

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There are few times you were separated from the chain anymore. As the trip progressed and their mental states began to spiral, you began to notice more and more how much they’d begun to infringe on your time. There was always one of them there, vying, hoping, tripping over themselves if they could just be of use to you. It was because of that you couldn’t leave. There were always eyes on you and a hand lingering somewhere on your skin.

A loving quirk, you may call it.

And you’d be willing to dismiss it if it were simply a matter of chance— there are plenty of them and one of you, it seems perfectly reasonable there’d be someone near you at all times… right?

The time you’d returned from bathing without telling them only to find Wind backed into a tree explaining he didn’t mean to lose sight of you says that thought is wrong. Time hardly ever yelled. Never at you and never again in your presence, but you’re reminded thinking back to that just how dangerous these boys are beneath their sweet smiles and reverent gaze.

And you may think that they simply wish to protect you. The woods are dangerous, afterall. The woods crawl with creatures that intend to bite. To take you and harm you.

Wind spent the rest of that night crying and huddled into you. He had not much more than a sliced lip, but he certainly was shaken. The others didn’t do much to hide their glares, after all they were justified.

Weren’t they?

They just wanted to keep you safe.

It’s exactly those prior events that made this specific circumstance so… unsettling.

You were alone.

The woods were quiet.

There were no monsters.

Your legs were shaky and weak beneath you as your hands pulled you up. The bark on the tree you’d used for support was wet and the earth smelled of fresh rain. The back of your clothes stuck to your skin, the cold seeping in.

Slowly, the world began to move at a pace that made sense. You didn’t realise until a gust of wind had shook the gnarled trees that the air was stagnant and dead.

Nor did you realise the sound of a hiccuping child, crying over the buzz of cicadas.

Internally, you struggled. This is the exact kind of fae trap you’d expect waking up in Hylia knows where, it’d be dumb to go blindly walking into that.

But the worst that could happen is you move from one cage to another, so your get began to tread across the muddy ground.

You certainly weren’t expecting what you got.

A boy. A link. Curled up at the base of a tree, crying. The sight was rather painful to bear, his fragile shoulders shuddering as he tried to choke everything back. his face his scrunched up, and he bares a snarl that is missing a few teeth when you kneel to help.

“Hello Li…” You trail off, quite unsure how he’d react to seeing you know his name when he was already quite unhappy at being interrupted.

“Hello, little one” You settle on that, pulling the sleeve of your shirt up and over your thumb to wipe the tears and snot off his face. He’s backed into the tree as far as his legs can manage to push him. You pause to gather exactly who you’re looking at, and if there’s anything to guess by the bright green tunic, ocarina and collection of masks, this is the young time you’d originally thought him to be.

“Are you alright? What happened” You try your hardest to soothe him, but it’s clear the distrust has already been so deeply woven within him. He just shakes his head and shoves you away.

So, without much else to do, you set up camp.

You talk aimlessly as you work, noticing that despite his stubborn silence, the young Link (Mask, as you decide to call him) was awfully perceptive. You hope, somewhere in his little mind, he can gather through your subpar attempts at starting a fire and your light-hearted ramblings that you’re not a threat. That the food you made was not poison and you were someone he could rely on.

You saw what the world had done to those boys.

Maybe you could help this one meet with a better fate.

It’s hours into the night before he’s cheered up. He chews happily on some chicken skewers you made, the world easing its grip on him. He recounts his own tales about Epona and Navi, ones Time wouldn’t usually be vulnerable enough to share. And even then he never spoke with such the same spark. This little boy in front of you, beaten down as he was, had so much life in him.

You would not let anyone take it from him.

Not Hylia, not the people, not whatever evil incarnate found him, not even the world.

He does nod off in time. It’s far later than you’d expect his little body to endure, but he falls asleep slumped against you. It seems with just the notion of safety, he gave out.

He’s just hardly light enough to carry, so you were able to unpack his bedroll and drape whatever fabric you could find to make a blanket.

The world goes sickeningly still again. The wind stopped and it felt as though the forest died. A voice, too loud and too encompassing cuts through the dead air. It’s multiplied and shifting, as though it can’t tell how it wishes to portray itself. It’s thousands of people.

But also just one.

“Hello, Little one” It mimicked your tone in every manner from soothing to mocking. You reach slowly to your side to grab your dagger.

“You needn’t be frightened. I have no need in harming you” The voice comes from in front of you instead of behind you. Your breath is stagnant in your lungs the moment you think you’re caught— that Time had found you.

No. He had not.

But the deity had.

He stands, impossibly tall and almost incomprehensibly grand. He has no pupils in the vast whiteness of his eyes, but you know he’s looking at you. You know because something in you freezes up. He sets down his sword with a thump, the intertwined metal heavy and ebbing a sense of power equal to the man who wields it. You purse your lips to start saying— something, but he holds up a single hand in dismissal.

“I know who you are. I know why you’re here” He kneels across from you, the fire licking each contour of his bold features. He’s comparable to many of the great roman or grecian statues, striking and yet too perfect to be human. The warm light casts his skin in a warm highlight to almost convince you that his body, his vessel holds warmth, but it’s the cold moonlight and the shadows that creep around his edges that remind you who it is you’re speaking with.

“You truly must forgive my… abrupt course of action. The others left me without much time.” He quiets his voice, eventually managing to mimic something close enough to human. It’s uncanny, but ignorable.

“So… you know about-“ You choke on the thought, “the others?” It is quite odd that despite this being some split into the past he knows not just of you, but he knows you— your situation.

“The hero never truly ridded of me, you know.” His lips curl halfway between a snarl and a smile, “I was always there. Watching. Observing. Learning.” As he speaks, his words feel as if they curl around you, cinching in.

“If I hadn’t taken you when I did, it might’ve been fair to say you would’ve been stuck.” Each syllable is sharp. Concise.

“What do you-“

“I’m sorry if you’re not feeling well. Time travel truly isn’t something the mortal body is accustomed to. Especially into such an obscure timeline. But I had to be sure I kept you safe. Hidden.”

One cage for another.

“There are no monsters in these woods anymore, my flower. Don’t worry. I ensured it” He whispers, that menacing grin branding into your mind.

But there was a monster in these woods.

Because not always are they agents of evil and incapable of causing anything but harm.

Sometimes they bare their teeth in grins. They take you and harm you. They hide their worst intentions behind sweetened tones and good intentions while they hold a knife to another.

[merakiui]

I need to know your thoughts Abt papitano Capitano 👀👀

(⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄ very unholy thoughts happening in my brain..... that cutscene where he fights Mavuika?!?!?!?! HE'S SO STRONG (as expected of the first Harbinger)!!!!!!! I am on my knees. orz omg could you imagine beauty and the beast plot with him........ I NEED HIM SO BADLY AAAAAAAAAAAAA.

Imagine him fighting for your honor...... Capitano following the medieval codes of chivalry (but maybe he breaks a few because he is wholly obsessed with you and anyone who challenges his blade will thus fall by it). COURTLY LOVE WITH HIM?!?!?! Capitano holding onto the lacy handkerchief you gave him just before he left, and he knelt before you and promised to return victorious. No matter how much blood stains his armor or the grounds he treads upon, your handkerchief will remain pure and untouched, a memento and reminder that you are waiting for him.

OR OR OR !!!!!! Capitano being your personal knight, the one who is always at your side, devoted to serving you and only you. Perhaps it is the reason why so few men offer you their hand in marriage, if only because your knight's stature and silence is rather intimidating. Quite the relief for Capitano. He refuses to hand his lady over to just anyone. In fact, it's better if you just allow him to look after you. Do you really need anyone else? There's no one who can possibly best him in a duel. You're in safe hands when he's concerned. <3