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—𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐈 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐃𝐎

ft: multiple characters

synopsis: haikyuu boys doing thigh clenching things and making me want to smooch their face with my dior lip glow lip gloss.

content warnings: suggestive so like 17+ pls i am begging. some of this can also be considered bare minimum for men irl but those standards don’t apply to these kings here.

notes from the author: i keep telling y’all i’m gonna write something original but that’s not gonna happen right at this moment i’m sawri so enjoy this timeless masterpiece 🙏🏽. reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated as always. but anyways i revamped this and made it better and less age appropriate lol.

— Such a tease oh my fkn god. Likes to say such condescending shit like “mhm really” or “oh yeah?” in that voice (y’all know the one!) and he does it in the most inopportune times. Likes to whisper it in your ear and watch as your cool demeanour fades quickly.

MATSUKAWA ISSEI, miya atsumu, SUNA RINTAROU, morisuke yaku, TSUKISHIMA KEI, yūji terushima, futakuchi kenji, kenma kozume

— When he’s hot from like workouts or practice or something he’ll put his shirt between his teeth and rub at his abs. Sweat dripping from his face and dripping onto his chest YES PLEASE. He will smirk if you catches you staring at him like sir you good how can I not stare?!

ARAN OJIRO, oikawa tooru, ATSUMU MIYA, iwaizumi hajime, daichi samamura, tanaka ryūnsoke, KUROO TETSURO, BOKUTO KŌTARŌ

— Always smell good. There has never been a time where you’ve been around him and he hasn’t smelled absolutely amazing. Makes you want to keep your face in his chest forever. 

AKAASHI KEIJI, KITA SHINSUKE, aran ojiro, matsukawa issei, SUGAWARA KŌSHI, ushijima wakatoshi, aone takenobu, osamu miya, yamaguchi tadashi, SAKUSA KIYOOMI

— Wearing his sweatpants really low around the house, the GRAY ones and they’re low enough to where you can see the start of his v-line but high enough to tease you. Like there’s no business he should be walking like a little whore respect yourself!!!

OIKAWA TOORU, tsukishima kei, ATSUMU MIYA, osamu miya, asahi azumane, tendou satori, AKINORI KONOHA

— When you’re talking to him he’ll stare at your lips and then he’ll lick his while smiling, before looking away. Knows exactly what he is doing when he does that and he loves to get you flustered because he’s an asshole.

kuroo tetsuro, MATSUKAWA ISSEI, YŪJI TERUSHIMA, tanaka ryūnsoke, semi eita, takahiro hanamaki, ATSUMU MIYA

— Keeping eye contact with you at all times to make sure you know that he’s listening to you. Will never take his eyes off of you. Sometimes his eyes will drift elsewhere because his mind starts to think about other things but nonetheless a respectful king! So he’ll always direct his attention back to you.

AKAASHI KEIJI, yamaguchi tadashi, semi eita, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, suna rintarou, aran ojiro, DAICHI SAWAMURA

— Accessorizing and wearing some type of accessory like a chain or some rings with every single outfit, makes them look very well put together. The RINGS on their fingers omg I’m palpitating.

tanaka ryūnsoke, MATSUKAWA ISSEI, SUNA RINTAROU, kyōtani kentarou, aran ojiro, SEMI EITA, kageyama tobio

— Tapping his hands against the steering wheel while driving, will also reverse with his palm. Also for a little razzle dazzle he NEVER takes his hand off your thigh while he’s driving. He keeps it there and thinks he’s slick when his hand travels but he’s not so.

KUROO TETSURO, tsukishima kei, suna rintarou, SAKUSA KIYOOMI, kenjirō shirabu, goshiki tsutomu, NISHINOYA YŪ, hinata shoyo

— Likes to tilt your chin up and give you a peck when you’re mad at him. Or he’ll come up behind you and give you little kisses on your neck and stuff and will probably be like “lemme make it up to you baby?” and it’s just like ILL NEVER GET MAD AT YOU AGAIN SEXY!!!

SUNA RINTAROU, MATSUKAWA ISSEI, atsumu miya, takahiro hanamaki, kuroo tetsurō

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Caged Fae

M Fae X F reader. 6,772 words

You encounter a Fae, chained and trapped as a carnival attraction. Angered by his captivity, you save him and take him to your home to recover. 

The carnival was in full swing. Sparkling strings of lights were hung across the fairgrounds, illuminating colorful tents, rides, and shops. A constant murmur of excited noise filled the air. Crowds of people worked their way through the activities and attractions. You meandered around, allowing yourself to be buffeted by the waves of people.

Initially, you’d been excited for the carnival. You had spent most of the evening preparing. And then you’d promptly been stood up.

You’d already paid to get into the carnival, so you didn’t want to just leave. On the other hand, wandering around the carnival, watching groups of people having a good time wasn’t exactly fun.

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you like the way oikawa calls you mi vida.

mi vida, he’ll call to you from the bedroom, asking you if you think his tie matches his suit, if his hair looks right, if you like the scent of his new cologne. mi vida, he’ll whisper to the skin of your neck when you greet him at the door in the evenings when he comes back from practice, tired but somehow his energy replenished after he gets you in his arms. mi vida, he says, tone teasing as his fingers smooth along your skin, tickling. mi vida, he murmurs, full of love, kissing you after he’s done cleaning you up in bed.

what does it mean? you ask him one night, as he’s holding you in his arms and you trace soft patterns onto his naked chest.

mi vida, he says, stands for all that you are, everything that you’ve given me. he takes a hold of your hand and continues to explain softly. you’re everything i have and all that i live for, and now tears begin to prick your eyes, as you hear the wobble in his voice and see the silver lining his. you are my life, my being revolves around you, mi vida. because you gave him a new life. pulled him from the gray ashes of his old one, and brought light, and happiness, and everything good that he now stands for. he kisses your brow and moves to gently touch the skin of your stomach, the small bump that now resides there. life.

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[14:37] sakusa kiyoomi i am feelin soft so pls go listen to butterflies (stripped version) by MAX & Ali Gatie

there’s nothing particularly special about today.

it’s not valentine’s day, or your anniversary, or either of your birthdays. it’s just an ordinary day, really, but something feels different. like his world’s been shifted on its axis.

at least that’s what kiyoomi thinks. he’s been trying to figure out what it is since you’d both sat down.

you’re sitting across from him in the cafe you two tend to frequent on slow days (when he doesn’t have practice and you don’t have work), at the table you shared on your first date. he sits in his usual spot facing the window, so the sun’s not in your eyes.

your orders are the same as always. a flat white and butter croissant for him, a latte and a blueberry muffin for you. humming, you pick the muffin up and bring it to your lips, uncaring of the few crumbs that fall down your dress.

it’s different from your first few coffee dates, he supposes. when you’d broken small pieces off with your fingers and delicately popped them into your mouth so as to not mess up your lipstick. he’d done the same to prevent appearing slovenly like some people he knows.

but familiarity and comfort has since eased the pressure to keep up appearances. now kiyoomi eats croissants like a normal person, and you don’t feel the need to wear lipstick around him all the time.

that isn’t what feels off about today, though.

he’s watching you intently now. maybe there’s something he’s missed about you? he tries to file through this week's conversations as you sip quietly at your latte, smiling over the rim when you catch him staring.

his heartbeat flutters— a quick butterfly beat that occurs with each upward curve of your lips. he’d felt it the first time you’d said hello, to just this afternoon, when you’d slid into the passenger seat of his car.

that hasn’t changed. time moves on in a relationship and while some things have changed, he’s glad this hasn’t.

you go back to your latte and kiyoomi stares over your shoulder, continuing to filter through this week’s memories. he still can’t find anything particularly damning.

so it’s not entirely you, but he’s sure you’re involved in this sudden shift somehow, if not at its crux.

“kiyoomi?” he glances up, surprised to meet your questioning gaze, brows slightly furrowed. “are you okay?”

he studies you for a moment more before answering.

“you wore that dress three weeks ago,” he says, stupidly, as if he’s suddenly had some epiphany. “when we had lunch with atsumu.”

you blink down at your outfit. it’s a simple blue sundress with a few brown buttons laddering up the front. you’d just picked up because it was on sale last year. he’d seen you wear it a handful of times, but he still feels the awe of seeing you in it that first time.

“what about it?”

“it looks good on you,” he tells you, truthfully. “that’s all.”

you raise a brow at him, but don’t push. instead you carry on sipping your coffee.

he doesn’t even realize he’s drumming his fingers on the surface of the table until you place your hand over his. yours is lither in comparison, hardly covering the surface of his own, but your touch anchors him.

it’s why you take his hands in yours and kiss the backs of his fingers before each game, why he reaches for you in crowds, why he holds your hand during events.

so he lets you tangle your fingers with his, thumb gently smoothing over the back, sending a warm chill up his spine.

the realization comes to him like the light of dawn spreading over a valley. slowly, warmly, impossible to ignore.

there’s nothing special about the calendar day, nothing different in your shared routine, nothing he might’ve missed about your week.

it’s the way you eat your muffin. the way your smile gives him butterflies. the security that comes with your hand holding his, reminding him that you’re there.

nothing out of the ordinary but the heartwarming realization of just how much you’ve come to mean to him.

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oddly specific headcannons: Bokuto

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ft: k. bokuto

genre: fluff, suggestive

warnings: none

next dish

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⮞ Kou loves staying up til dawn with you but for the love of god he cannot stay up past 1am, he'll be collapsed in your lap by the time you look down to check.

⮞ he plays with your fingers when he wants attention or when he just want you to acknowledge his presence.

⮞ Despite popular belief Bokuto is actually very responsible, especially when it comes to you. Making sure you've eaten and drank enough water is also mandatory, and if you haven't he'll tickle the life out of you until you do.

⮞ Insecure about the way you see him, he knows you love him for who he is but sometimes he feels like he can be a bit childish. So please remind him how much you love him with kisses.

⮞ If you wear makeup Koutaro will always insist on doing the eyeliner part of your makeup.

⮞ He plans on getting a eyebrow piercing in the future, and a tattoo with your initials on it.

⮞ Kou gets jealous VERY easily, and thats why he always has his hand attached to your waist and pulls you closer when he sees anybody looking at his y/n

⮞ Brings extra lipgloss and hoodies for you just in case, and if you don't need them he loves it when you put his hair into a little ponytail.

⮞ He HATES it when you wake up early and leave him alone in the bed, he finds comfort in the fact that if he had a bad dream you'd be there to soothe him back to sleep.

⮞ His favorite sleeping position is when his face in your chest and your hand is tangled in his messy frosted hair, its the times where he can be soft around you and you embrace that, which makes him love you even more.

⮞ Morning with Kou are always surreal, when I say surreal I mean how insane his grip is when his hand is on your waist. Forget trying to pry yourself from him, its short near impossible.

⮞ Expect to be in bed for an hour listening to him ramble about his dreams and play with his hair for a while as well

⮞ Koutaro loves you with all his heart, and he'd give the world to you on a silver platter if it meant seeing your smile.

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honey,

there is no right way

summary || when you agree to be the feared mobster Bucky Barnes’ sugar baby, you expect to get enough money to pay your bills. what you don’t expect is to fall head over heels for him.

warnings || sugar baby au, mob! Bucky Barnes, unprotected sex, a lot of kinks, violence, SMUT. ANGST. FLUFF. (the holy trinity). MINORS DNI.

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* Feel free to send drabbles, requests or asks about this series!

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DRABBLES

Bucky and reader at a wedding

Bucky with kids

Bucky and Peter before the first date

Bucky taking your photographs

Bucky gets jealous

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a/n: very very bored, so i decided to make some orochimaru nsfw hcs 😈 i hope you guys enjoy!!

characters: orochimaru

warnings: nsfw, smut, canonverse, dom!orochimaru, rough sex, breeding, begging, praising, degradation, dirty talk, edging, overstimulation, choking, oral sex f+m!receiving, fingering, jealous sex.

Orochimaru:

- AHHHHH I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO WRITE SOMETHING FOR THIS MAN, SO HERE WE FUCKING GO 😈.

- it’s no surprise that orochimaru is a bit of a freak in bed. he’s definitely the type to who loves to experiment with you, consensually, of course. he runs experiments on people, so why wouldn’t he want to see what works for you? ;)

- in my opinion, you can get two different sides of orochimaru during sex. he can be very rough and degrading. during these moments, expect him to fuck you so good you’ll see stars, and he’ll degrade the fuck out of you in bed. he has no problem calling you a slut or a whore for his cock. this guy is very very vocal. he’ll tell you exactly how he feels.

- the other version is a more soft and intimate orochimaru. i feel as if this poor guy has issues with intimacy, so he may be a little awkward with after care. during his softer sex, he’ll take his time and praise you. he’ll often worship your body, and remind you that you are the most gorgeous person he’s ever laid his eyes on.

- yes, he can be soft <3.

- now that aside, it is no secret that orochimaru is skilled with his tongue. his head game will leave your toes curling, and he’ll often tease you with his tongue. he gets every single spot, and he sometimes slips his tongue inside of you if he’s feeling cocky.

- “such amazing taste.. i can eat you all day if i really wanted to..”

- cum all over his tongue and he’ll be harder than a rock. he loves seeing you squirm and twitch underneath him whenever he eats you out. he loves to eat your pussy 😩.

- orochimaru loves when you suck him off. this guy can get cranky very fast, so if he’s had a bad day, he’ll fuck your mouth to get rid of that stress. he’ll often make you swallow his cum, or he’d cum all over your pretty face. he loves to see your glassy eyes whenever you give him head. you are quite the sight and he can get off to it all day.

- he loves to breed you. his favorite thing to see after a good fuck is to see the globs of cum leaking from your pretty hole <3. he will stuff your cunny so full, and if he’s feeling cocky, he’ll put your panties on and make sure you keep his cum inside of you. he gets a fucking kick seeing how embarrassed you are when kabuto pointed it out.

- speaking of breeding, expect him to cum inside of you multiple times during one round. he has a lot of stamina, so he can go for hours. he won’t stop until he’s satisfied, even if you’re an overstimulated mess.

- orochimaru likes to finger you. if you two can’t get a fuck in, he’ll make sure to slip his fingers in your pants to help you out if you’re feeling a bit stressed. his fingers will curl and twist inside of you, and you’ll be a shaky mess when you cum all over them.

- absolute king of dirty talking you. he loves to tease you that way, and he loves seeing how you get flustered whenever he whispers how much he wants to fuck you in his room. it’ll leave you hot and bothered, and eventually it leads to you both jumping into bed to have a quick fuck.

- orochimaru gets jealous very easily. it is no secret that he is very possessive over you, and he will do anything to make sure nobody becomes a threat to take you from him. if he sees you being a little bit too friendly with kabuto, he’ll push you onto the bed and make sure that you know you’re his.

- this man will make you beg for him to let you cum. when he’s in a bad mood, he won’t let you cum until you’ve begged him enough. he’d often stop and hear you whine about how he won’t keep going.

- “aww.. is someone frustrated? you should have thought about that before you went around being a slut with kabuto..”

- he’ll drag so many orgasms out of you 😩 expect this guy to make you cum about three times until he stops. he loves to see how sensitive you are once he’s overstimulated you enough. your cries and whines turn him on so much, and he’ll get such a kick out of it.

- he is a huge fan of choking. he won’t choke you hard enough to where you almost die (LMFOAJS), but he’ll do it just enough to see your reaction. he loves to put his hand around your throat as he fucks your pretty pussy.

- he loves when you say his name during sex, especially if you call him “Lord Orochimaru”. he will go absolutely feral if you moan it like that.

- he may struggle with after care, but just know this guy loves you so much. he loves making you feel good <3.

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Dorm mate! Geto

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A/N: I finally did it my loves!!! Here’s a spin off to the ‘dorm mate Gojo’ series with my favourite honorary dilf Geto!

Dorm mate Geto, the hot, buff dude with a man bun that shares a dorm with you and his best friend Gojo

Dorm mate! Geto who enjoys watching Gojo tease you. He’ll never join in, but he won’t defend you either. He’ll simply sip his coffee and smirk teasingly as he watches you squirm in embarrassment.

You know what’s worse? He’ll make direct eye contact while smirking.

Dorm mate! Geto who laughs at you when you can’t reach to top shelf, he’ll pat your head patronisingly before grabbing the snack you wanted with ease. “Here ya go, sweet cheeks” he laughs.

Dorm mate! Geto is a bit more mature and smarter than Gojo. So when you’re on your period, he makes you the best hot cocoa and feeds you pain relievers.

If he’s feeling nice, he’ll cuddle you up against his broad chest, wrapping his big muscular arms around you, shielding you away from Gojo’s annoying period jokes.

Dorm mate! Geto who intentionally brushes against you when walking past. Sometimes you may even feel his large hands rest against your hips, as he mutters “excuse me” ever so politely.

Sometimes when you’re chilling in the living area, he’ll sit down on the floor, making himself comfortable in between your legs and he’ll ask you to tie his hair up for him.

Dorm mate! Geto who loves your company, even though he’d prefer to have you alone <3

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Yandere Halloween Prompts 2021 Masterlist

All prompts I did for October 2021

Edited: 4/11/23

Day 1 - Ancient (Xegetl Debut) (Unknown) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 2 - Mischief (Aener Debut) (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 3 - Malfunction (Iseth-413 Debut) (Platonic/Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 4 - Demon (Demon! Hanzo-Overwatch) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 5 - Phantom (Wraith-Dead By Daylight) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 6 - Fang (Vesztar Debut) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 7 - Tomb (Garai Debut) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 8 - Ferocity (Hyde Debut) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 9 - Infestation (Katetti Debut) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 10 - Prey (Echo Debut) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 11 - Cult (Norman Winter) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 12 - Disguise (Feign Debut) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 13 - Fog (Unknown OC) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 14 - Venom (Naga! Ray-Mystic Messenger) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 15 - Stalker (Michael Myers-Halloween) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 16 - Torture (Pinhead-Hellraiser) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 17 - Serial Killer (Serial Killer! Medic-TF2) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 18 - Shadow (Maxwell-Don't Starve) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 19 - Trickster (Tatsuya Debut) (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 20 - Cannibal (Leatherface-Texas Chainsaw Massacre) (Romantic/Platonic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 21 - Drown (Jason Voorhees-Friday The 13th) (Romantic/Platonic) [FEMALE]

Day 22 - Haunting (Aiden Debut) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 23 - Foreign (The Creeper-Jeepers Creepers) (Romantic/Animal/Pet-like) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 24 - Rebirth (Phoenix! Aesop Carl-Identity V) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 25 - Chill (Human! Male! Gengar-Pokemon) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 26 - Trapped (The Man-Hush 2016) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 27 - Nightmare (Dream Walker! Luchino-Identity V) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 28 - Afterlife (Undertaker! Cater Diamond-Twisted Wonderland) (Romantic) [FEMALE]

Day 29 - Corruption (Mikaela Reid-Dead By Daylight) (Romantic) [GENDER-NEUTRAL]

Day 30 - End (Halloween OC Lore) (Lore)

Day 31 - Meant for break

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Yandere Halloween Prompts Day: 15

Theme/Word: Stalker

Yandere! Michael Myers

A/N: In celebration of Halloween Kills ;) I need to practice my slasher writing, anyways. Sorry if it isn't that good. He may be one of my favorite Slashers, actually- This is also somewhat based off concepts that were thought of by me and @nny-girl2

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Female Darling, Yandere behavior, Stalking, Obsession, Curiosity towards pain, Violence, Paranoia/Anxiety, Kidnapping, Blood, Curious torture (?).

Paranoia. Ever since the first incident with Michael Myers, most people of Haddonfield knew that feeling. The feeling of being watched.

The feeling that, someday, he'll come back and finish what he started.

Halloween in Haddonfield was a terrifying thing. Many didn't care or knew Myers would come back this year. But, like always, he catches people by surprise.

Your heart races in your chest. A few days before Halloween you had actually felt something or someone staring at you. You always thought it was just your paranoia.

It's October, the time of spooks, this was normal.

But it didn't stop when you were at home-

You felt as though someone was breathing down your neck. Like someone was right outside the window watching you while you live out your life. You never felt alone.

You would always check the windows, doors, everything to make sure no one got in. Yet things still felt as though they were moved or just straight up gone.

"I just misplaced them, that's all." You reason with yourself, but you started to deny it the more Halloween approached.

This night you tried to calm yourself. Something didn't feel right. Even when locking the house and shutting the lights off you still felt...vulnerable.

Slowly you decide to open your curtain. That was when your fears were confirmed. Outside, across the street, stood a figure.

A shape, if you will.

A man in coveralls and a white mask. If town gossip told you anything, you knew exactly who this was. Michael Myers.

You've been stalked all this time. Watched to be hunted by the killer. He happened to choose you as his next victim.

Grabbing the phone on your wall, you quickly try to dial 911. A crash comes from your window. He was fast and somehow knew exactly what you were doing. You started to wonder if he was human, or if he really was some sort of boogeyman like they say.

Dropping the phone you book it away from the man, making sure to keep your eyes on him. Michael then looks from you to the dangling house phone. The cord is then cut swiftly, deeming it useless.

Unlocking the back door, you open it. Your heart is throbbing in fear. If you weren't careful you were dead tonight.

Roughly you feel Michael grab the back collar of your shirt, swinging you and tossing you back into your house. You tumble to the ground and hit the wall. A cry of pain leaves you as you try to get off the floor.

"No no no! Leave me alone-" You whine, staring up at the man who stared back at you. Like a child Michael tilts his head. It was like he was trying to get a better look at you.

Just when you are on all fours and ready to get up, Michael grabs the back of your neck and slams you to the floor. You're bleeding a bit and screaming in pain. This forced you to not move with Michael holding your neck to the floor.

He could crush your windpipe if he wanted to. That thought terrified you but it never came. Instead, your head is brought up to face him by your neck.

Your breathing is almost as heavy as his behind the mask. It was like his eyes bore into you. You didn't dare move.

He never made any attempt to talk. It was like he only wanted to watch and study. It was better then being murdered instantly but... what would he do when he's had enough of you?

You hack and wheeze when he stands you up by your neck. The loudest thing you heard was the blood rushing in your ears, barely blocking out his breathing. The grip on your neck released for a moment only to hold you by your shirt.

Next came the...fascination with your hair. Slowly the man's dirt stained hands touched your scalp. It was slow, almost innocent, when his hand explored your hair.

That was until a piece was roughly grasped by him. You howl again in pain when Michael tears it out of your scalp. You should've known better than to trust that guise.

Crying softly you look town. Michael on the other hand looks over the torn piece of hair in his hand. It's soft, he seems to enjoy the feeling before shoving it in his pocket.

Your jaw is then harshly grabbed, forcing your face to look back at that haunting mask. The breathing is rythmic in your ears. It was all you could focus on other than the pain in your face and scalp.

Fingers trace the blood that dripped from your face. It was like everything he did to you was out of some sick curiosity. Was there even such a side?

"Sir, I-" You try to start, so far seeing no reaction from the psychopath. "I'm not sure why...You're doing this but-"

Your attempt to communicate fizzles out a lot due to the stress. How do you even communicate with someone here to murder you? Nevertheless you try to stall your impending doom until help arrives from the sudden disconnect of your phone.

"You like to...watch, right?" You manage to utter. This conversation was one sided and pointless but the fact he appeared to listen was something at least.

The mask just glares back. You thought you saw eyes behind there but couldn't read them. Lifting the mask also seemed like it would just escalate your death.

The hand not death gripping your shirt moves from your face to the back of your head. You flinch, prepared for him to just scalp you. It...never happens and you just feel him press you closer to his coveralls.

It smells of gasoline and blood, the smell sickening. You can't complain in this situation. You aren't that stupid.

"Are you...listening?" You try to lengthen his attention. "You seem v-very intent on me...is there something you like?"

That gets a reaction. Either for good or worse. You're pulled away from the man, only for him to sling you over his shoulder. You start to panic.

"Hey, wait-! Don't, please, put me down!" No reaction. You fearfully look around. You struggle now and pound at his back. There was no point in stalling any more. He's decided something and you have a feeling it isn't good.

The door you unlocked is kicked open, you trying to grab the door frame to prevent him from taking you. It was futile. Tears stream down your face while you struggle.

Michael didn't mind or care. He had been watching you for a while now, taking an odd fascination towards you. He isn't sure why you make him feel this way but he's willing to follow and keep this feeling.

The way you spoke, your blood, the soft hair you have... it's all so odd to him. Your struggling also makes him feel different, yet similar. A similar feeling he got when his victims fought back. But he couldn't bring himself to end this one-

So, he chooses not to. Michael is still very curious towards you despite this.

Much to your dismay, Michael has made a decision.

He'll just bring you home

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Yandere Halloween Prompts Day: 3

Word/Theme: Malfunction

Yandere! Android

A/N: May or May not be inspired by Detroit Become Human. Not entirely, though.

Pairing: Platonic/Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Yandere behavior, Babying (?), Drugging, Isolation, Kidnapping (?).

A sob catches itself in your throat as you stare at the...thing in front of you. A concerned look is on their face when you cower yourself in the corner.

"Master...Why do you look at me like that?" Their tone is sad and disappointed, you could only glare. It was laughable, the way they tried to feign ignorance was bold.

It was quite obvious in your eyes, the bucket of bolts stood in front of the door to your room while you two spoke. Could they not tell what they were doing?

Trapping you here, that's how you saw it. The android you bought had developed some sort of glitch and decided to cage you in your own house like an animal.

"Why do I look at you like this? Can you not see!?" You cry, shoving yourself up against the wall more.

"You trapped me. You trapped me here for God knows what-!"

"I did not! I'm protecting my sweet master, is that not what your android is supposed to do?"

The android threatens to stalk closer to you, one foot going into your room but they stay by the doorway.

"Not like this... it was never supposed to be like this. Do you think this is what other androids do to their humans...?"

"They are not my business, you are. I will do everything in my power to keep you safe. Even if you have to stay here until your mortal life withers away."

You're actually surprised they said that to you...then again, maybe you shouldn't be.

"I'll be the only one you'll ever need to see. I'll feed you, clothe you, bathe you, everything. You can just sit back and enjoy my care." The android finally steps into your room.

"You have nothing to worry about."

"I have everything to worry about." You counter, keeping your distance while shuffling slowly to the door. "It was a horrible idea to buy an android... I should have listened to my friend-"

"Don't say that!"The android cries, putting their hands on their face.

"I'm perfect for you, you have nothing to worry about! I'm taking care of you...You'll die on your own! You can't get rid of me-"

You're still fuming at the android despite their breakdown. Taking this as a chance to distance yourself, you book it out the door.

"Master...? No! Get back here, you're being naughty!"

Naughty? What were you to that bot, a child? You were defending yourself, not throwing a fit.

Doors were quickly locked, you knew this. The android you got wasn't stupid. The kitchen was your next bet, rummaging the drawers for knives.

"Dear... You'll hurt yourself if I let you have anything sharp, y'know. Now calm down and we'll talk this through-" The android offers, quickening their pace towards you.

You hiss when they grab your hand tightly, pulling you into their chest.

"You're not used to the changes, I know. But luckily I bought some supplies for this moment online." The android sighs, you struggling in their cold metallic arms.

A sweet smell then fills your nose, coming from a vent on the android.

You don't remember installing that feature.

"Shhh, Shhh, Relax, dear...." You feel cold lips on your forehead, then something cold clicked to your wrist.

Chloroform and handcuffs... they've been preparing for this moment.

"Let's just go to bed, okay? You'll forget this in the morning. I won't leave your side."

Your head feels fuzzy so you lean against them.

"No...go...away-" You hear yourself mutter when the android picks you up.

"Tsk, such a tired master.... Let's go now, alright?"

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Unnatural

Pairing: Vampire Oikawa x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Yandere, NSFW, Dub-Con/Non-Con, Blood...a lot of blood

Summary: You don’t realize just how right you are about there being something different about Oikawa.

There’s something unnatural about Oikawa.

Your fellow managers and assistants for Argentina’s national volleyball team just giggle and tease you when you tipsily voice your concern one day. But you adamantly continue voicing your impromptu dissertation.

Isn’t it weird that he’s never tired? He never even seems to break a sweat!

They wave you off, awestrukenly raving about how hard he works and practices. Of course his endurance is above and beyond the norm.

Strike one.

Fine, but isn’t it a bit strange that he always insists on eating alone?

They shrug. You’re not entirely wrong. It is a little unusual, but lots of people don’t like others watching them when they eat. Besides, he’s Argentina’s new star player and every star has their quirks.

Strike two.

Your fuzzy brain is running out of definite points and you’re well past the number of shots your tolerance allows. Maybe that’s why you blurt out the latest observation that has all your fellow female coworkers shrieking and fawning over Oikawa Tooru.

He literally sparkles in the sun. How is that even humanly possible?!

Don’t be so dramatic. We know you don’t like to admit you’re just as head over heels for him as we are, but even you have to admit he’s eye-catching. No judgement here. After all, none of us can take our eyes off him either when they practice outside in the sun.

They playfully nudge you, grinning and letting you know it’s all in good humor. And you know you’ve officially struck out, all your concerns easily waved away as they order another round of shots and urge you to drink up.

Unknown to you, your doubts aren’t nearly as subtle as you think, although you can’t be blamed for not being aware of Oikawa’s heightened senses. He can feel your eyes intensely examining him, different than the vapid heart-eyes your other companions give him. He can hear you whisper to them about all the little ticks he’s surprised you’ve even noticed.

If he’s honest, he’ll admit you’ve got him off-guard, a feeling he hasn’t experienced in centuries. Was he getting sloppy with mixing in with humanity and hiding his true nature? Was he getting weaker? He tests his glamour just to reassure himself, satisfied by the loud squeals he hears from the rest of the female staff on the sidelines when he gives them a wink and a peace sign. But he pouts at your much less enthused figure.

Why doesn’t his glamour work on you- Oh. He hides a smile as he focuses in on the rabid beating of your heart. Interesting. It does work on you, you’re just a little more resistant about your desires than most.

Mystery solved. You’re not the first hard-headed woman who’s tried to defy the intoxicating nature of his glamour, of his being. And he pays you no more mind. Someone as straight laced as you would never come to the ridiculous conclusion that he’s a vampire.

Except as fate would have it, it’s not you he needs to be worried about. It’s himself that he should be more cautious of.

He can see it all happen in slow motion, knows that his teammate isn’t jumping at the correct angle, knows that the ball is going to go flying errantly. And all he can do is watch in sickening fascination as the volleyball goes hurtling directly at your face. The force of the object crushing your nose echoes in his sensitive ears and he winces in sympathy only to freeze as the most alluring smell begins to overwhelm the gym.

Fuck. Fuck. FUCK.

He’s not a rookie changeling or a newly turned vampire who has no control of his urges. He’s fucking royalty, a pureblood, ancient and well versed even by the high standards of his species. And you are hardly the first human whose blood he’s been around.

Yet it feels like he’s experiencing his first century all over again and it takes every bit of self control he has left not to let chocolate orbs bleed crimson, to let his fangs extend, to drink you dry right there and then. You smell absolutely divine and he humorlessly chuckles at the irony of the predicament he’s in now after his arrogance has led him to criticize so many of his peers over the centuries who’ve given into their base desires and instincts.

Maybe he does owe little Tobio an apology…

But that’s neither here nor now and he focuses on the crowd forming around your fallen figure.

“I’ll take her to the nurse.”

He fights the urge to roll his eyes when his panicked teammate who had caused your injury insists on being the one to take you, guilt evident in the slump of his shoulders. And instead he smiles in an award-worthy act as he adds a bit of glamour to his voice.

“It’s not your fault. Accidents happen in sports. I’ll take her and you just focus on getting your head back in practice. You can apologize as much as you want when she’s all healed up.”

Oikawa always gets his way and he smugly grins as he easily hauls you to the nurse’s office where all it takes is another few glamoured words to have the room emptied and at his disposal. And then it’s just you and him and he hungrily eyes the way blood trails from your nose, down the side of your face, until crimson begins to stain the once white bed sheets.

“Oikawa?”

Oh poor thing. Your voice is nasally, tone confused as you blearily try to understand what’s happening and where you are through the pain. All the better to glamour you with and he coaxes you into laying back down and relaxing, telling you that he’s just there to help you.

You barely register the swipe of something across your face and you assume Oikawa is wiping off the blood. And in a way you’re right. Except instead of a wipe, it’s his tongue languidly licking you clean.

You taste even better than you smell and he can’t hold himself back. He had only wanted a little taste, but there’s no turning back now. Your whimpers of confusion as cold fingers swiftly undress you are quickly shushed and then all you know is a blinding piercing pain followed by an ecstasy you never thought was possible.

All he had wanted was a meal, but you’re insistent on giving him a show as well and who is he to deny your gracious gift? He groans as the scent of your arousal intermingles with the heady tang of your blood, fangs sinking in slightly deeper than he had intended as he unconsciously ruts against your hapless body. With a gasp he lifts himself from your neck, practically growling in impatience and lust as he shoves his shorts and boxers down until his throbbing cock is freed.

He cruelly laughs at how you writhe and moan beneath him, pitifully begging for more, more, more. Pathetic little human. You don’t even know what you’re asking for and his cock twitches at how cute you’d look, terrified at the realization of what he is, what he had done to you, and how you had liked it, loved it even. He’s almost tempted to pull you out of your forced haze now, wondering if your horrified screams would be even more melodic than your wanton moans. But there’s no time for that now and he wants his first time to be uninterrupted, even as adorable as you are when you fight back.

With all your walls forced to come crashing down, you really are an insatiable creature and he darkly grins at how much of a slut you truly are, practically gushing and cumming with every bite. He sinks his fangs into the swells of your breasts, smirking at how your own hands come to roll and twist your nipples, a silly smile spreading across your face. He travels down, moaning as he sees how much slick you’ve accumulated between your legs, piercing your inner thigh and forcing your thrusting hips to stay still as he feasts on you, mixing the blood with your sticky nectar.

You’re so close to another high and he can practically taste the way your heart is skyrocketing, feel the way your body is tightening. He’ll be damned if he misses his opportunity to be intertwined with you as you break apart once again and he rapidly adjusts himself, once again roughly sinking his fangs into the crook of your neck as he slams balls deep inside of you in one thrust.

The dual sensation is more than enough to have you tumbling over the edge and your scream echoes as your vision turns black and white as your eyes roll into the back of your head. But unlike the previous times where Oikawa had shown mercy and given you at least some time to recover from your climaxes by slowing down his ministrations and licking your open wounds close, this time he only becomes rougher as your orgasm crashes around you.

His hips thrust in and out of you at an inhuman pace. He’s drinking so much from you that you can feel the beginning of lightheadedness from the blood loss. You’re literally dying, but all you can do is take it and moan, lost in the pleasure, lost in the haze he’s enveloped you in. And just when you think this is the end, that your life is over, you whimper, clutching the rumpled linens tight as he slams one last time inside of you and fills you full of sticky seed.

You’re a sight for sore eyes, looking absolutely fucked silly and blissed out despite the borderline grotesque rivulets of blood staining almost every inch of you. It’s like you were made to be a blood pet and despite having just had his way with you, he can feel lust stirring inside of him once again at the thought of you collared and bound to his throne, his bed, your only purpose to sustain him with the lifeforce running through your veins.

But all in due time and he calls the nurse back to attend to you once all hints of foul play are gone before walking back to practice, a thoughtful smile on his lips as he begins to plan, already thinking of what else he has in store for you and eager for another taste of you.

Didn’t you recently say you were living alone?

[wallywaffle]

Scion

yakuza arranged marriage anyone??

Oikawa Tooru x female reader

wc 8.5k

tw dubcon, noncon, drug use, mentions of murder, torture, minor character death, implied infidelity, human trafficking, blood, general yandere themes, smut, nsfw

“You know we’re not actually in a relationship, right?”

Oikawa grins, “The big, sparkly diamond ring I’ve got in my back pocket begs to differ.”

You fix him with an unimpressed look, which only serves to make his grin widen. He really can’t help himself when you get all worked up like this. 

“I’m serious, Oikawa. Ring or no ring. Contract or no contract, I think it’s better for the both of us to just act like–”

“Act like this isn’t happening?”

“That’s not– you’re being difficult,” you huff. “I just meant that we don’t need to pretend to be all… coupley in the meantime. You’re free to see and do whatever you want, and… and so am I.”

Keep reading

[wallywaffle]

Druig and Makkari in Eternals (2021)

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backshot king getou who always flips you over to look at your breathless face, giving you a shit eating grin before he kisses you thrice. once on the forehead, the other on the tip of your nose, whispering a husky “you good?” against your lips before delivering the last, sneaking his tongue in with it so he can slowly make out with you as well

[wallywaffle]

Yandere Vlogger who gains a following by stalking you.

TW. DDNE ! MDNI ! Stalking, Implied NonCon, Voyeurism, Kidnapping

It started out with a few, weird videos that barely got any views.

He had a shaky camera, and he'd rarely ever talk. In fact, he didn't even show you in the beginning. It was more of videos he took walking in random places without showing his face. Honestly, it looked like he hadn't intended for anyone but himself to see the uploads, yet somehow they ended up floating across the feeds of some people.

| What is this even about lol | This is kind of strange... | What are you doing?

He was surprised to get any comments at all, but the last one especially jumped out at him. Any rational person wouldn't talk about how they'd been secretly following the love of their life to some random stranger, but he was far from rational.

Instead of replying in the comments, he made another video.

Why I Do This

" It's because I love her, and I want to make sure she's safe," he said with a shrug. The camera was propped up on a cafe table, and his face was clearly in view. Well groomed, handsome, young... he certainly didn't seem the type to be a deranged lunatic. "Besides, I like the thought that one day she'll see this and know how much I care." After he spoke, the footage was cut with a shot of his shoes slapping against pavement, wandering in some unknown location.

That one got quite a bit of views. Hundreds this time, out of seemingly nowhere.

| Woah is this guy for Real? | No way is he serious, this is probably just some project or some shit. | Lol who cares if it's real, it's kind of interesting | I wish I had a boyfriend like that | You should show us your partner lmao

The videos would come every other day or so now. There seemed to be a bit more editing involved, and the few glimpses of you that the audience got became like a fun guessing game.

"I never expected anyone to be interested in this," he admitted, this time more quietly in a library study area. " I thought people would think that this whole thing is weird, but there are, what? A thousand of you now? So strange... and here I thought I was the weird one," He chuckled and brushed his hair back gently. Just out of sight in the camera was your seated form, working diligently on an assignment. If only you knew how much he cared. Not only that, if only you knew how many people thought he was cool for loving you the way he did.

| Guys I'm starting to get kind of freaked out. Is the person getting stalked okay? | Nah, it's not real. No way. If he was for real he wouldn't be showing his face | Woah the quality has gone up so much! The sneaking into the house portion of the videos are always so creepy and realistic! Keep up the good work! | You should go into acting man | Our beloved stalker is getting pretty bold lol. I wonder how this series will end lol

Sure enough, he started having more fun making the videos. He invested in a higher quality camera, and he started to become more and more obsessed with not only following you, but documenting the whole thing. He invested in a new camera and bought new editing software. Plus, with the ad revenue he was getting from his growing viewers, he could afford to buy trackers and other things...

"Thanks to you guys, I've finally got enough to bring them home," he practically beamed as he stared into the black lens. He was hidden in a bush, the glow of your house lights illuminating his face. He held up a bundle of ropes and some cuffs. "I really couldn't have done this without your support. I'm really grateful. I might have to lay low for a while after this... but hopefully I'll be putting out some more videos about getting them settled in their new home. Again, thanks for everything."

When a missing persons alert was put out for you, hardly anyone paid any attention. His viewers didn't know your name, and he was smart enough to hide your face, so no one suspected a thing. Soon enough, you were a forgotten statistic to everyone but him.

| Woah new video! | The new set looks great! | They're acting is so realistic lol. It gives me chills. | Hey don't they kinda look like that one person...? | I'm glad to see how this series progressed lol, the stalking was getting kind of boring

"They love you," he hummed as he scrolled through the comments, the screen lighting up the darkened room. You were bound in his lap, whimpering, blindfolded and gagged as he rubbed soothing circles into your hip. "Not as much as I can, but I told you everyone was rooting for us to get together," He smiled and planted a kiss to the crown of your head.

He then stood up, carrying you in his strong arms before laying you down on his bed. He switched on the lighting and turned on the various cameras he had set up to catch your expressions from every angle. His voice was sickeningly sweet as he got you tied down and ready, his eyes flashing with barely contained obsession. "Now... some people have been asking for more... exclusive content. I think it's only fair we let them see... I wouldn't have you if it wasn't for them after all. Be good for me okay?"

[wallywaffle]

little idea: poly!141 caring for a chubby reader who doesnt understand what its like to have someone care for them

like, Price makes sure that you eat, especially on the days where your body dysmorphia hits harder than normal. You always look confused while pulling out your own lunch, saying you brought it with you. Its a salad with no nutritional value other than barely any calories. John takes it and gives you the lunch that he got for you: a filling lunch with plenty of calories, carbs, and protein to keep you going for the day. Just listen to him. Trust me.

Simon who likes to workout with you: doing push-ups with you on his back, hip thrusts (😉) as you sit on his lap, etc. “Luv, I do my cardio at home” as he winks at you from behind the mask type shi

Gaz who loves to go shopping with you and will actually pay attention to the clothes you try on, complimenting you and even picking stuff out that he likes and wants to see on you. You blush from not having the same attention from exes and tell him that he doesnt have to be here while you try your stuff on. That you can find him if he wants to go look at stuff. He VEHEMENTLY denies leaving. “Why would I leave when I have a pretty darling to look at?”

Johnny who cannot get enough of your soft skin. His hands are always on you, always on the plush parts of your body. If you have hip dips, his hands like to rest there. He claims thats theres no better place for his hands to rest when he’s not groping at your tummy, thighs, rolls, tits- You blush every time his hands rest on the plusher parts of your hips or on your tummy, pushing his hands off just for him to put them back on. “Johnny, you dont need to touch that.”

“‘N why no’?”

“I know it can be-“

“Bonnie, Im keepin my ‘ands on ya until yer understand that I don’ want em off ya.”

Just a poly!141 taking care of you by also doing simple things around that house like chores when its your chore day, dishes when you cook, etc. JUST POLY!141 TAKING CARE OF YOUR STUPIDLY INDEPENDENT AND SLIGHTLY INSECURE SELF