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justivik · 6 days

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; italian boyfriend! yandere x fem! reader

english isn't my first language

You have been in a relationship with Matthew for 7 months. You have lived very nice moments like going out to fancy restaurants or cooking together on a Saturday night, no doubt you felt very lucky to have him by your side but there was something that caught your attention about him.

His pathological jealousy.

He would tell you that he trusted you but not others, it seemed like all day long he was suspicious of all the men and even women who surrounded you and maintained a friendship with you. It seems like an endless loop when you two fight, it was always suspicions on his part against you. The two of you would fight, make up and end up getting intimate. Almost like that Katy Perry song; you loved your boyfriend and you were determined to put an end to that intense jealousy so you could have a stable relationship…. Or that was your idea. You two went back to the same fight with the same theme, his distorted suspicions showing with every word and look he directed at you.

“Understand me, coure mio. I feel that your new coworker is trying to flirt with you, I've seen how he looks at you and how he tries to have some friction with you and that makes me feel…. disgustato!” He shouted whispering the last word so as not to attract the attention of the next door neighbors, with his eyebrows furrowed and his jaw tighter.

“He has no other intentions, Matt. He's already engaged to his partner and he was just being nice.”

“Being nice, being nice! You're lying! He was looking at you with other intentions and his touches were not friendly. No touch from a man who is not me is friendly.” He said.

You watched as he brought his left hand to his face with an annoyed sigh, his eyelashes pointing downward as his lips traced inaudible whispers. You stood in silence as Matt tried to calm his fit of jealousy, his hands clenched and his jaw went back to the same tense state. He sat down on the couch closer and looked at you, his sweet eyes were now darkly bitter, he opened his lips to say something again.

“Ti amo, e ho bisogno che tu mi capisca that he is not a good man, stay away from him and don't talk to him anymore. He is not a good influence and look at the problems he is bringing.”

You love it when he speaks Italian and he knows the power of saying sweet words to you in his native language. He knew how to manipulate you quickly and easily, making you nervous and blushing but this time you weren't going to let him, you were tired of the same arguments.

”He's not guilty of anything, Matt. Work on your fucking jealousy before we break up this relationship and we're more broken than anything.” You looked into his eyes and how they turned from angry to scared of losing you.

Desperate babbling was coming out of his mouth, head tilted from side to side in a no.

“If you leave me, I'd die! Don't think stupid things, coure mio.” He kept flattering you with words as soft as a rose but painful as its thorns.

“Stay with me, please. I love you, not anyone else. You!”

You felt Matthew's arms around your waist, his face on your stomach and his tears staining your shirt. You sighed deeply and then stroked his messy hair and promised him that you would never leave his side. This time your fight ended in something more than fucking…It all happened so fast, but you were glad your fight didn't last more than an hour. You would have to do a lot of work with your boyfriend on his jealousy and insecurities.

“I'll never leave you, honey”

My first post & open request!!!

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idanceuntilidie · 5 months

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Can I request poly yanderes x male werewolf reader please?

Where they collar him and force him to be their pet.

Sure you can!

Hope this was okay, I wanted to write this earlier but I had small issues with mental health.

Poly yans x male werewolf reader

tw. yandere themes and kidnapping.

Requests open,

There was a curse in your family. No one knows how it came to be.

It was a burden passed onto generations,

and now, you.

Thank whatever is out there that it only happened on the night of a full moon.

It made it easier to get through this.

It was your secret, no one knew, you wanted to keep people safe. Beside small interactions here and there you were alone, and it sucked ass.

Your body shivered, it was so cold in the basement. You hated it, but it was a small price to pay to keep everyone alive. You wouldn’t be able to live with yourself if you killed anyone.

“Alex if you won’t get your ass in there-“

“I am trying Six, can you shut the fuck up for a second?”

“If you won’t shut the fuck up someone will call the cops”

Once upon a time, when you visited a coffee shop, a group of three caught interest in you.

You spilled your coffee and Six offered to buy you another.

You agreed shyly, hands shaking when Six gave you the cup.

It was cute, when they got back Alex and Mateo cooed about how adorable the interaction was. It sparked something, and each meeting it glowed brighter. Your face, eyes, hands, how you breathe made them more in love.It got to the point that it was burning, and your little interactions couldn’t satisfy the group.

They began to follow you.

They even went as far as getting into your house. They didn’t take anything, they just checked everything out, to see how you live. You had such a small house, you deserve better.

They decided to steal you away.

When they finally have gotten inside they began to look for you.

Alex didn’t see you leave the house tonight so that gave them a green light to get in.

“I thought you said that he didn’t leave!”

Mateo whisper yelled at Alex.

“He didn’t, I was watching him for the whole day he didn’t leave.”

Alex hissed at him.

Six only huffed, and tried to look for you, they heard a loud bang from the basement. It made them pause.

The door was closed, but they swear there is such loud noises coming from the other side.

They didn’t know you had a dog.

After some lock picking later, the door was opened and the noises were louder.

Six had expected a lot of things but not this.

You groaned in pain before you opened your eyes.

Was it morning already?

The whole transformation thing always tired you out. You also wanted to take a shower and actually put some clothes on, to save your clothes from being destroyed you only had boxers on, it was really fucking cold.

You rubbed the sleep of your eyes only to notice you aren’t in your basement.

You were in a very fancy room.

When you finally got up you heard a small jingle sound.You brought a hand up to your neck, a collar. A fucking collar. Before you even got a chance to scream the door bursts open, and you see three familiar faces.

“Oh you are awake already?”

Mateo chirped,

“Hungry?”

Alex smiled.

You were speechless. You tried to get away as far as you could, you didn’t notice Six sneaking up to you.They hugged you, forcing you not to move. They nuzzled their head into the crook of your neck. Alex and Mateo aww’ed at that.

“..Where am I?”

“In Mateos house”

You saw Mateo sigh dreamily.

“I have always wanted a pet.”

Alex nodded and Six hugged you tighter.

You swear they will break your bones.

“..Pet?”

Six let out a small mhm.

Then it hit you, you were kidnapped. How much did they see? How long were they planning this?You needed to fucking get away.You started to scream and scratch, it didn’t help. It only seemed to make Six angry, they pulled your hair and yanked it back.

“If you don’t calm the fuck up we won’t be so nice.”

He huffed.

“You are our pet now, and we don’t care if you like it, or not. Be a good boy and don’t struggle.”

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yxami · 1 year

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i want my needy malakai :(

Haven’t seen that guy in awhile, hope you enjoy!

description: Malakai x gn reader, Malakai is the yandere masochistic roommate, yandere stuff, mostly fluff

You brushed through Malakai’s hair with your fingers, watching the movie in-front that the two of you decided to play. He was comfortably laying his head in your lap.

“I just don’t like the guy you work with” He pouted, irritated that your shift today was with that one co-worker. He was tempted to go out and kill him but then you’d definitely get mad. He was still suffering consequences from the last guy.

“What’s wrong with him? I don’t think he’s done anything weird lately” You scratched his head, putting him in a tired trance.

“Mph, I just don’t like him. Why can’t you stay home forever” He opened up his eyes, looking up at you with a never ending pout.

“Unless you’re a millionaire, I’m not staying home” You brushed Malakai’s bangs out his face, neatly pushing them back.

“Hmm, I guess I’ll have to become a millionaire then!” He said, tone brimming with confidence as if he was going to make it happen right now.

“Pff, okay tell me when you are one” You kissed his forehead. “I’m gonna make something to eat, do you want something?” You signaled him to get up, which he did even if he didn’t want to.

“I want some eggs and rice! Do you want me to help?” He turned his body to face you when you got up.

“Nah, I’m good. I’ll get started on it right now but tonight you’re making dinner” You yawned, a little drowsy from sitting in a comfortable position for so long.

“Got it!” His eyes trailed you while you made your way to the kitchen. He decided he would take a nap while you made food. He was thinking about bothering you though, that was probably his favorite thing to do.

It probably took you almost half an hour to finish cooking everything. Malakai was able to wake up on his own after smelling a delicious aroma. He got up and hastily made his way to the kitchen.

He saw you serving the rice and eggs into two bowls, neatly packing it with as much food it could hold. He hugged you from behind, holding you from your lower stomach.

“So touchy today, what’s up with you?” You giggled, grabbing two spoon to place into each of the bowls.

“Nothin, just want you to stay with me forever and ever” He kissed the side of your neck, resting his head on your shoulder while he waited for you finish.

“Alright, let’s go eat” You spoke, brushing off his affection, he was either bickering with you or begging to get your attention when he wanted it. You guessed that today was a needy day.

You set the bowls down on the table, sitting in a comfy chair, blowing the steam away from the rice and eggs. You were thinking about making some rice and beans instead but decided not to.

Both of you ate quickly, specifically you because you hadn’t eaten anything all day. Malakai tagged along behind you when you put your empty bowl in the sink and went to your room.

When he laid on the bed he insisted you should lay on him to warm him up even though you had a blanket on your bed already. You wrapped around his body’s warmth, laying on his chest as he rubbed circles onto your back.

“I think you owe me a lot of kisses for cleaning the entire house today” He wrapped his arms around your lower torso, caressing your sides with his hands.

Hmm, you’re right” You smiled before starting your first kiss on his cheek, making a trail to his neck with healing hickeys on it from the last time the two of you did something.

He giggled, feeling your ticklish kisses along his jaw. He brought your face closer so he could feel your soft lips pressing and sucking against his skin. He loved when you marked obvious places on his body, even encouraging you by sneakily offering it up.

If he wanted you to kiss his neck, he’d leave out in the open almost like right now by turning his head. You always thought it was a cute tactic so you indulged in it. You sucked on a part of his neck, bruising the skin quickly.

“And there” You placed the last kiss on his lips, making him want more.

“That’s all? Can’t I get more?” His questions sounded like whines when it came out from his mouth.

“So greedy, I’ll give you just a few more” You pressed your lips against his, warming up the area between your faces. The kiss became more intense as it went on. He slipped his tongue in between your lips, wanting more then just regular kissing.

You cracked a smile with the way his hands grasped at your hips. He felt you slip your tongue in his mouth, rubbing against his, it made him deepen the kiss by pulling you closer, you sat on him now and leaned into it.

Shortly after you panted letting go of the kiss while your tongue felt the cool air in the room. He didn’t want to let go of the kiss, even if he needed to breathe too. He loved every feeling he got when he was close to you, it was addicting.

“Is that good enough, Mal?” Malakai nodded, cheeks burning a semi-deep red. He doesn’t think he’ll ever get used to how you make him feel, no matter how many times this happens.

“Kay’ I’m gonna be right back.. I think I left my phone downstairs” You got up managing to get out of bed before a hand grabbed onto your shirt.

“Don’t go, just stay with me.. you can get your phone later!” His big puppy eyes had you conflicted whether to stay or not. He was an ass when he wanted to be but he could really pull off a look like that if it got him something.

“Fine but if you fall asleep first then I’m gonna go get my phone” You snuck under the sheets, slipping into his arms that tightened around you. You could feel his heartbeat from how close you were to his chest.

“Deal!” He felt giddy knowing that his begging had worked. He was extremely greedy when it came to time with you, he needed all of it. That’s why he refused to sleep right now.

“You’re so warm and toasty.. you’re like a giant heating pad” Malakai tightened his hug, needing to feel more of your body heat. “I love everything about you.. I wanna stay with you forever”

“If you don’t crush me right now then maybe you will!” You managed to grumble out before he loosened his grip on you.

“My bad!” He let go of you, almost missing the adorable expression on your face.

The both of you stayed in bed for awhile, before deciding to play some games. Nobody ended up sleeping so he had you all to himself away from your phone. A day of you only paying attention to him, that was one of the things he wished about before he slept.

He wished for a lot of things from you, the most important two being that you would stay by his side forever and to love him even if he killed people for you.

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beadickel · 2 years

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“O episódio de praia que todos os animes têm”

“The beach episode every anime has”

#my art #art #oc #dia de azaleia #e vamos de colocar a tag pra cada oc do desenho irru #oc amélia #oc tabitha #oc olívia #oc manuzita #oc yan #oc vicente #vicente o penúltimo romântico de d.d.a #caras eu juro que nunca sei que idioma postar as coisas aqui #bora tumblr reage e coloca uma opção de tradução instantanea nos post #caras o meu gato ta passeando pela bancada aqui e ta cheio de pelo no pckkkkk

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rxmye · 8 days

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" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . .

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.

Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.

He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .

Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.

Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .

All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .

Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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heartsforhavik · 2 months

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superfan! yandere boy x gn! popstar reader

✰ warnings: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

✰ a/n: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.

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heartfullofleeches · 1 month

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Slasher Darling hunting the pretty girl at their college but it's actually a pretty boy who's utterly obsessed with them-

Slasher Darling, strangling Femboy Yan: Don't worry, love~ It'll all be over soon.... You're so beautiful when you cry~

[Femboy Yan blushes]

Slasher Darling: huh?.... Something just poked me... What's that under your skirt? You hiding a weapon in your-..... That's not a knife...is it?

Femboy Yan: You and I both know it isn't~

#femboy yan #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere headcanons #yandere blurb #yandere oc #male yandere #yandere text

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bunny-yan · 1 month

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so for the yandere king, will he ever get married to someone who isn’t reader?

He’ll hold it off for as long as he can, but don’t expect him not to take it out on you if he complains about it and you don’t give him the reaction he was expecting. TW: mentions violence, domestic abuse, mentions somnophilia, power imbalance, minors DNI

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You’d gotten your hopes up.

It’d been such a long time since you felt anything like it, but with whispers around every corner speaking of the king’s possible marriage, you couldn’t help but entertain thoughts of freedom, of a life without the tyrant you called a king.

He had to produce an heir. It was an unavoidable duty his position demanded. The kingdom needed to be left with a future should anything unfortunate happen to their oh, so beloved king.

Sometimes, you wished that his misfortune would happen by your hands. If only to give him a taste of what you had to endure, but you shoved such thoughts away. It was harder to keep your composure when you entertained ideas you’d never be allowed to act upon. Or if you tried would cause more harm than good.

Others looked smug as you passed them in the long hallways, claiming you’d be thrown away by the king as soon as he married, and you prayed to the goddess that they were right. That he’d marry someone he could love and obsess over. That his violent affection would be directed at someone else for a change. Did it make you cruel, wishing that someone else would take your place? A part of you lacked the ability to care. If they were so desperate to tear you down, not realizing the hell disguised as paradise, you would be more than willing to let them have a taste of it.

The king’s marriage.

When the two of you were younger, he promised to hold the grandest wedding the kingdom had ever seen. He’d spare no expense and it would be remembered as the happiest days of your lives. Remembered as the day of your union, the day you would promise to spend eternity together. You supposed that after killing all of your family members and gaining ownership of you, it didn’t really matter one way or the other how it happened, but you felt a small sense of relief that the monstrous event had been delayed.

The talk you had to endure was bad enough, but you could only imagine what the nobles would have to say if the King were to make your union official. You wouldn’t be the one who achieved every servant’s fairytale, no. You would be the peasant living above their station. The whore who sunk their claws into their sweet prince. The tramp who didn’t know their place.

You would dread every display of affection he would shower you with in public, knowing that despite his insistence of you remaining by his side, others too afraid to show their disdain in front of the King, there would undoubtedly be a moment where they would find you alone and without your shield you were vulnerable to their contempt.

But the idea of him living out that fantasy with another shifted something in you. You felt a slight upturn of your lips at the thought of him standing at the altar with a faceless figure as you packed what little things you truly owned and ran and ran and ran as far as your legs could carry you. The dull ache you’d become familiar with would burst, and you’d cry freely, laugh hysterically, and smile as if you had never forgotten how. That was what paradise sounded like.

Doors slamming open, the strange emotions fled from your body, replaced with instant unease at the sight of the king’s furious face.

You stood quickly to bow and greet the head of your kingdom.

“Leave us,” he said. Two words dismissing everyone from your chambers, holding so much power you feared they didn’t know what monster they were abandoning you to face alone. As you’d always had.

He sat on the plush couch with a heavy sigh, unbuttoning his shirt as he gave the order, “Pour me a drink.”

You didn’t hesitate to meet his demands. You got two glasses, knowing that he’d push you to join him, along with the liquor your Kingdom was famous for and he favored on particularly stressful days. Setting them down on the table, you tried to ignore the set eyes watching you as you filled one glass and left the other, hoping that he wouldn’t notice or at least be too preoccupied to comment on your lack of a desire to drink at this hour.

He said nothing.

You picked up the glass, careful not to spill it as you handed it to your king. He took it from your hands, but his other snatched your wrist as you retreated back, making you tense. The king threw the full glass back as if you poured a shot before slamming the glass on the table. He wiped the dribble of alcohol that escaped from his lips as he pulled you to sit on his lap.

This was dangerous. He was sober now, but you weren’t sure how long that would last after drinking enough to keep him wasted for the rest of the day. How long would it take to kick in? You’d pour him the cup, believing he’d sip it as usual while entangling you in a verbal joust. He would ask impossibly complex questions disguised as basic pleasantries, and you would struggle to find the right thing to say. Because there was always a right thing to say. Something he wanted to hear to stroke the fragile ego drowning in his fear. You had waves of carefully hidden bruises as proof.

“Pour me another,” he demanded, the harsh tone making your hair stand on end. He really must’ve heard something he didn’t like.

“My King,” you began, timidly, as you turned to face him. It wouldn’t bode well for you if he was too drunk to remember what he had done the next day. His memory was truth, and if he didn’t remember putting his hands on you, if he didn’t remember the violence he wrought night after night, it didn’t happen. “May I pour you some water instead?”

The hand on your waist was stroking your side casually. His motions didn’t falter.

Hopefully, he didn’t take offense.

You were clear on your station. You were to serve his every whim and desire. An outright refusal wasn’t wise. Resting a hand on his arm, you knew to keep your gaze down. Keeping contact, unchallenging, all things he preferred in moments like these.

“How considerate,” he said, your body sagging in relief at the concession.

You were almost too eager to pull away from his grip, but he let you go without a word, watching you retrieve the pitcher and another glass before you came to pour him a glass.

You handed it to him and much like before, you were pulled into his lap as he sipped on the small offering you were grateful he accepted. You were afraid to hope that his temperament would be manageable.

Before you learned of the engagement, you wondered if you’d unintentionally done something to make Idris angry.

It was little things at first.

Snapping at you for getting up from dinner without his express permission, grabbing you harshly if you pulled away from any form of affection he so generously offered. When he’d wake you up, it was usually in the form of violent affections, his touch lacking any tenderness or care that he often liked to pretend still existed between the two of you.

He only realized that he was treating you differently when you found the courage to ask him if you’d done something to gain his ire. You couldn’t think of anything you may have done to make him upset. It’d been a while since your last escape attempt. Knowing there was nothing and no one waiting outside of the palace for you, you didn’t really have a desire to escape. Better to remain with the person who’d travel to the ends of the earth to trap you by their side, right?

Regardless, he looked surprised by your question and you discovered he didn’t even realize how harshly he’d been treating you. Projecting his anger on you because you reminded him of the Duke’s daughter and how their intended engagement would ruin everything he planned to build with you.

“I assume you’ve heard by now,” he said carefully, the glass of water resting on his lips as he watched you.

You didn’t know whether to play dumb or openly admit you learned of his vassal’s plan to marry him to someone with a legitimate background. He was obviously unhappy about it, so if you mentioned that you had learned, he might shift the conversation to ask instead why you remained silent. To ask about your feelings on the matter and when you didn’t show the same amount of disdain, he’d mistake your feelings for what they were.

Hope.

A newfound hope that you had found a way to escape from underneath his grip, even if it was temporary. You could only imagine the anger he’d display then.

If you pretended you didn’t know what he was talking about, he’d give a knowing smile as he narrowed his eyes. Calling you his clueless lover, the hand at your waist would squeeze into your side, his fingernails threatening to pierce your skin as he buried his head in your neck. Harsh laughter would brush across your skin and your body would be so tense, waiting for the moment that skin would be met with teeth. Met with pain.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to say anything. He always did love hearing himself speak.

“Have you seen the Duke at the balls I’ve hosted? He’s hoping to gain an alliance with the imperial family by forcing me to marry his daughter in exchange for his backing and the steel his family mines in order to make weapons.”

His fingers drummed against your side as he took a sip of his water.

You felt inclined to say something to break this silence, to give a show of how upset or angry or disappointed or sad or whatever the hell you were supposed to be feeling so he felt as if you were torn up about this situation and not hoping the Duke would move faster with the marriage arrangements.

“How arrogant,” you said simply.

He smiled, setting down his glass as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Those were my thoughts exactly. I managed to push it off, but I can’t see the Duke giving up any time soon.” He sighed, leaning into your touch when you began to scratch the back of his neck. You were listening. You cared about what he was saying. You sympathized with his plight and offered the reprieve you could. To say you could do more was putting it lightly, but you would get away with doing the bare minimum for as long as you could.

“It makes me think of how unfair this is to you.”

You wanted to laugh.

Unfair was forcing you into the position of his concubine in the first place. Unfair was ignoring your consistent refusals and forcing you to remain by his side. Unfair was the treatment you endured in the position you never asked to be in, the abuse you suffered, the constant torment you faced, the aching loneliness at being able to talk honestly with no one, the grief at the loss of your family—unfair was putting it lightly.

It was hard to hear coming from the culprit.

“It got me thinking that if I’m eventually forced to go through with this wedding despite my lack of enthusiasm, why not have a wedding I’d enjoy first?”

Dread pinched your stomach.

“Do you remember the promise we made when we were younger?”

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

Not another shackle. Yet another excuse to be stuck in this place with no way out.

“Your Highness-”

“I promised you that we’d have the grandest wedding the kingdom had ever seen. That you would walk upon a path of flowers that would lead you to my side, and one of the knights can walk you down the aisle since-.”

You felt nauseous.

“Anyways, I think I’ve been putting it off for too long and it’s the perfect event to put my vassals in their place.”

This couldn’t be happening. You shook your head, not wanting to imagine what life would be like after you became… what? What did he intend on calling you if you were no longer his concubine? What did it matter if your treatment would remain spiteful regardless of how many escorts he replaced by your side. Any hope you had about escaping would be snatched away and your every move would be reported back to the King. You supposed he didn’t botherbefore because there really was nowhere for you to go where people didn’t know who you were, but with this new title, this new position, he would shorten your leash to show just how much of a loving couple the two of you were.

“What’s wrong, my love?” he asked, a warning in his voice. “You don’t look happy.”

“No,” you said, swallowing the lump in your throat. It brought tears to your eyes when the impediment remained, threatening to choke you as you struggled to hold them back. “I’m overjoyed.” you said, burying your head in his shoulder so he couldn’t see that these weren’t happy tears. That you weren’t crying at what you would gain from marrying the King, the most sought after “bachelor” in your kingdom. You were crying at everything that you would lose, that would continue to be taken away from you. Demanded of you. Your peace, your love, happiness, and the joy you were so desperate to convince him you felt in this moment.

Not that he really cared in the first place.

#yandere #yandere oc #yandere x you #male yandere #yandere x gn reader #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #ask #yandere male #gn reader #yan!idris #yandere king

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yancant · 2 months

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Astarion x durge! Narra muwahahahhaah

Happy valentines everyone

#yan’s ocs and such #baldurs gate 3 fanart #bg3 tav #astarion x tav #astarion #astarion ancunin #dark urge #bg3 durge #durgestarion

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hana-no-seiiki · 9 months

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RICH YAN AFTER KIDNAPPING READER: You’re staying here. This is your new home.

READER: But what about my clothes?

RICH YAN: I’ll just buy you a new set of everything.

READER: . . .

READER: But you’ll miss out on sniffing my sweaty, possibly ‘release’ covered, stinky clothing.

RICH YAN: . . .

RICH YAN: You’re absolutely fucking right.

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theroyalyandere · 11 months

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smutty yandere dilf! emperor? 😍😍 reader is like a servant or something jsjsjsjs

yandere!dilf!emperor x female!servant!reader smutty 18+

cw: dark content, child neglect, alcohol abuse, breeding, inappropriate touching, jealousy, torture, dub-con, mentions of pregnancy and lactation

a/n: to people who see this post, don't like? then don't read

imagine attending as a servant to the emperor who was taken by grief with the lost of his wife

you notice how he drowns himself in alcohol leaving his work to the butlers and other lords

even neglecting his only child, who you can see was sadden by the situation of losing their mother then their father to drinking

the emperor was too drunk to pay attention to you, although you are mostly the one who takes care of him because you tolerate anything that comes into your way

whether he throws a fit or vomit all over, you chose to endure it because of necessity

whenever you have time for yourself, you often find the young child of the emperor all alone, playing by the gardens or at their mother's empty room

the servants and guards attending to the child or passing by would look at the child with pity in their eyes thinking they are going to be doomed for life

having enough of seeing the sad prince/princess, you took it upon yourself to take care of them

you approached the child who was wary but eventually warmed up to you

days went by and the young prince/princess would often follow you like a duckling to it's mother

you adore the little kid and everyone can see it, the smile coming from the prince/princess was enough to make anyone's day bright

the news of his own child being fond of another person reached the ears of the emperor

he was in the middle of throwing a fit when you did not attend to him

the poor guard assigned to him had to inform him how you are currently attending to the his child which explains why you are late

he got a little sober and asked to show where you are

he soon dressed a little more decently albeit still smelling like alcohol and his appearance messy, he still went to find you

the guard lead the way until the emperor comes into a view where you are playing with the prince/princess along with a couple of servants

he watches at how loud his child's laughter are and the glow of your face

he feels his heart beat as if he has fallen in love again

you were nudge and turn to look at the emperor gracing you with his presence

you immediately stop tickling the young child and bow to him

words of apology came out of your lips profusely, stumbling over your words as you look down fearing for the worst

he only asked you to stand up and inspects you

your doe eyed stare makes his insides turn into mush

the young prince/princess turning to you pulling your hand to play again

the emperor looks down at his child who hid behind you from being unfamiliar with their very own father

he kneels down at the level of his child, it pains him how terrible he must've been for neglecting the sweet child his dead wife left behind

he apologizes for his behavior and promises to be on his best

the emperor saw how the little boy/girl would look up to you asking for approval to which you gave them a nod

the kid reluctantly agrees

he then turns to you apologizing and thanking you for taking care of the little one

since that day, it changed the way he looks at you

there's constantly a guard by your side especially when you are with the young child

the emperor keeps an eye on you at times

monitoring your routine

sending gifts and goods to your way

his obsession worsens day by day

he would slowly began to show interest with you

the emperor would drop his bad habits hoping you would see him in a different light

he does want to change but he can't the itching of his mind and hands to be on you

he quits alcohol and now you are his new addiction

he spends more time joining you and his only child

to sneakily get closer to you, learning about your interests and background

it makes him fall deeper in-love with you

his advances would become obvious to everyone, everyone except you

too focused on your duties to even noticed the emperor following you like a puppy

he grew even more jealous and would often take people secretly to torture

the next time you encounter those people, they would only scurry away than interact with you which places you in an odd position

he tunes it up even more through 'accidental' touches

he figures that he loves it when he's close to you, inhaling your scent almost delicious enough to taste you

he's hoping to get more so he permanently assigned you to him when you are not spending time with his child

his company intimidates you as you always feel his heated gaze

eyes scanning down from your head to toe, licking his lips while doing so

the emperor would often cage you in his arms or simply grabbing you by the waist

you get surprised everytime he does

when he couldn't handle it anymore he pins you in place and asks if you can't see how much he's pining for you

you shake your head no and he grins

"I will show you how much I want you to be mine."

he starts kissing you, making you whimper in the process

he makes you wrap your arms around him

kissing you so roughly almost taking your breath away

he rips your dress off making you yelp but he does not break the kiss

the emperor's hands would reach over to rub his palms over your skin

his touch leaves a trail of goosebumps and you feel heated

he breaks of the kiss and his lips travel south to suckle on your nipples

he plays with your breasts, teasing them and pinching them

he chuckles as he hears your whines

"patience, wouldn't be lovely if your lovely breasts swell with milk after I filled you with child?"

his words surprises you, making you worry but your mind is overtaken by lust

"yes please my emperor."

you say sultrily successfully seducing him with a sentence alone

he gets you and him naked

he feels how wet you are for him but decides that it isn't enough for him to let you accomodate to his size

so he scissors your walls with his fingers, rubbing and thrusting until his palms feel your clit

you whine and thrash around as you feel pleasure all over

back arching as he sings praises for how you're doing so well for him

you take the pleasure he gives you and soon comes undone with his hands

he pulls his hands out of your sore pussy, then brings his slick coated fingers to your lips

"open your mouth and suck it."

you comply and suck and lick slick of your release on his fingers

you taste your arousal making you clench your thighs which does not go unnoticed by him

he positions his body between your legs, grabbing you to feel you even closer

he looks down at you with lust

thrusting into you without warning

he groans at the tightness surrounding him almost rendering him motionless with how you squeeze his cock

he starts to thrust slow then suddenly went fast

you moan loudly as he fucks you hard

eyes rolling back to the back of your head

your brain shutting off from the stimulation you are receiving

he rams his cock into you with no mercy, overstimulating your clit in the process

he groans out that he is going to cum he rubs your clit with his thumb

fucking you even harder as you squeal

he thrusts so fast until he cums with a loud groan by your ear

you have your second orgasm with him filling your womb with his seed

he pulls out to see how his cum drips, he pushes it back with a thumb letting you moan a little softly

He cuddles you and you snuggle right back

You immediately fall asleep with exhaustion

he whispers in your ear that you are going to be his and his only

the emperor is determined to make you take the seat of the queen to raise his children and be his wife

he wants you to swell up with his kids marking you as his

for now he let's you rest and those plans with be continued for another day

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gutghost · 5 months

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Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?

It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.

It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.

That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.

Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?

bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.

"My love, my everything, oh please-"

"Dont."

Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.

A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.

"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."

Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.

"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"

You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.

"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."

They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.

"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"

You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggled to breath. Whether it be from guilt or heart break you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so

"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"

Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.

Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?

Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.

They will have you be their's again.

that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.

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yxami · 1 year

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can you write about sirius again? I loved him so much

I was imagining something like reader throwing a reverse uno on him and giving in to sleep with him just so he would leave her alone and then ignoring him (basically what he does with all the other women)

it can be long or short whatever you feel like doing

No notes today! Just finished writing after taking my exam, I think I did well. Thanks for requesting! (Edit: I did end up doing really well on my exam! Yay 😝)

description: yandere actor, fem actor reader, coworkers working on a romance series, obsession, possessiveness, marking, nsfw etc etc.

Was it stupid of you to really be doing this? Inviting your co-worker that you hated and avoided to your house? It was the same day that he asked you for a date. He had dropped you off so you could get ready while he went to dress up for the date.

Your plan was to get it over with and deal with the night of pleasure Sirius promised you if you decided that he was in-fact into you. It would be stupid to go out and be seen with him when it can easily cause scandal that the two of you have something going on.

You really don’t need that for your career! It was going smoothly until you ran into hi—

“Hey, I’m here” Your phone chimed at the message from him. You clenched your teeth, getting ready to deal with him, and his stupid flirting. Even if it was good, it was still stupid.

“Hey! Nice garden you got outside” He beamed, seeing you in such a cute outfit. It was a simple summer style dress, lots of fabric flows and patterns. He could see more of your curves compared to the clothes you wore on set.

“Thanks, they’re in full bloom right now” You were talking about the flowers you had planted. Gardening was just a side hobby since you had a lot of time after you were home from work. The work was grueling but honestly worth it.

“So, shall we go?” He smiled, extending his arm out for you to hold on while he took you to his car.

“Nope, let’s just get this over with” You tugged on his arm to come inside, he followed in, clear confusion falling on his face; followed up with questions.

“What do you mean? Get what over with?” He was dragged along by your grasp, well if you can consider him walking where you led him as dragging.

“This, whatever this is.” You let go of his arm after the two of you entered your bedroom. You slipped the shoulder straps of you dress off, stepping out of it when it fell to the door. You were just wearing your underwear and bra beneath it.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to explain a bit more” Sirius sat on the edge of your bed, looking very out of place in your softly decorated room. His black suit matched his dark eyes that loomed over your body. “I’m not saying I hate this sight though” He grinned.

“Trying to get in my pants, whatever game you’re trying to play on me just like the other women” You softly said, even though you wanted to spit your words with venom like the poisonous snake he was.

“Hah, you still thin—“ His words were muffled quickly, his lips too busy with yours to speak any further. You pushed him to fall against your bed, making it so you were on top of him. He was surprised but still moved his hands to cup your face.

“Do you get what I mean?” You said in a breathy tone. He laid under you, pausing for a few moments. You must’ve wanted to get with him now instead of waiting until after the date; with the excuse that you wanted it to end now. How cute that you were that impatient.

Little did he know those definitely weren’t your intentions. So he just nodded and continued touching you as you removed every piece of clothing he had. He helped as well, unbuckling his belt and removing the fancy suit he had on.

The both of you dressed up, only to be removing the clothing from each others bodies just a few minutes later.

You didn’t shy away from your irritation during the moments that led to him sneaking his fingers under your bra. Sirius smiled devilishly with a look that said that he was confident in his skills.

You felt his warm hands cup your breasts, being quick to remove your bra as if it was troublesome already. He felt every area you allowed him to, even with the glare that was faced to him. He just assumed you were needy rather then annoyed.

Once the two of you were completely naked, he was hasty to grab something out his wallet. A condom, specifically a large one, you cursed yourself mentally for getting yourself into this but after this it would be done!

He slid the protection onto his cock, now prepared to have you. He laid against the plethora of pillows and plushies you had on your bed, he found it adorable that you had so many.

“You gonna be able to handle it all?” His tone was brimming with confidence and some slight teasing as well. He knew his cock was pretty big, not many women he got with could actually take it all. Even if they did, they’d be crying from the sheer size and pleasure it brought.

“Yeah” You mumbled annoyed, annoyed that he was blessed with so many things that allowed him to be such a cocky bitch. His gorgeous face, amazing acting skills, and now this? God had definitely had favorites.

He only let out a giggle in response at your slight scowl that was present on your face. You lowered yourself slowly on him, trying to look away so he couldn’t see your embarrassed face at how full you felt. This could get overwhelming, very fast.

He seized hold of your hips with his hands, helping you bounce on his cock as you tried to keep your whimpers and moans at a minimum.

Sirius loved how warm you felt inside, how you clenched around him every-time you took all his cock, and he especially adored when you let out mewls from the feeling. He admired everything about your body and face while you kept doing most the work.

You felt his cock hit deep inside you with every movement, the pace was slow at first, as much as you can handle until he helped thrust inside you. Almost like he craved more and wouldn’t be able to handle this slow pace.

Your whimpers and moans no longer being as quiet, made your cheeks turn red, you avoided eye contact and closed your eyes. You’d allow this but you definitely wouldn’t allow him to gloat in making you feel this way.

“I wanna see your pretty face, love” Sirius softly spoke, tone dripping with sweetness like fresh honey.

You looked at him embarrassed, finding it impossible that he was really fucking you in your own room. You reminded yourself that after this then you wouldn’t have to deal with his antics. He smiled, relishing in the sexual ecstasy written all of your face.

Your thighs felt like jello after a bit, something you nervously expressed to him.

“Can you do the work now..?” You shyly said, managing to muster up pleading eyes that begged for a yes.

“Of course!” He picked you up, holding onto your lower back. He pressed you up against a wall, spreading your legs further. His thrusts were quickened now that he was in control. Your back rubbed against the wall as he happily shoved his cock further and further inside you.

All you could do was squirm in his tight grasp and moan out the sheer pleasure he gave you. You held onto him by wrapping your arms behind his neck and leaning your head against his shoulder. You could hear his groans and grunts as he felt your walls tighten around him even more.

He fucked you against the wall with plenty of devotion to make you cum and love him. He feverishly kissed and marked your neck, feeling your throat emit more moans than ever before. Leaving you neck unattended; he bit your shoulder, a quick whimper escaped from you. You felt his teeth press against your soft skin. His pants warmed up the skin he sunk his teeth into.

This entire thing was hot, sticky, and overwhelming. You felt tears prickle the corners of your eyes, becoming watery from the invasion of his cock inside you. You trying panting and taking as much air as you needed to keep yourself from crying.

“Shit.. you’re so fucking warm” He mumbled right next to your ear, continuing to keep you against the wall so he could fuck into the center of you. He loved the loud moans that you made, it comforted him that you were enjoying this. “So fucking cute”

Sirius needed to make sure this was the most intimate thing you’ve ever felt in your life. You had to be obsessed with him, you had to be after all the feelings you’ve been making him sense. Every-time you skipped off set, he was love sick. He didn’t know why he’s been feeling this way.

Now that he was fucking you, he knew he loved you. Everything he was making you feel was genuine. He hated it, but it was a fact. You unknowingly made him fall in love just by how adamant you were to not fall head over heels in love with him.

You gasped feeling a rollercoaster of emotions, you securely grasped onto him. Unable to stop mewling and gasping at the build up of pleasure that he was making you feel. It felt like too much, you wouldn’t be able to handle it.

“Fuck, m’ gonna cum” He groaned, sloppily kissing the other side of your neck. You could feel his moans vibrate against your skin, everything felt so good even the slight touches. “Take it all, okay?” He whispered.

You nodded, responding with louder moans as you felt his cock briskly breach you. You leaned towards his face, begging for kisses so you could muffle your cries.

He pressed his lips against yours, skillfully keeping your moans low along with his. It was almost like the kiss that the two of you filmed, but this was much more real, something that couldn’t be recreated. The love and passion being shared between the two of you was genuine.

Maybe it was the way he held onto you, or the way you lustfully kissed him back, either way, the two of you had a spark. Even if you were in denial about it, that spark would soon become bigger until you couldn’t avoid it.

Sirius made muffled mumbles against your lips, making his last hard hitting thrusts inside your clenching hole until the both of you came. The sensitivity was overwhelming, and it was only one round. It must’ve been the energy the two of you put into it.

He’s never came so hard before and you were definitely the cause of why he came so much. He still held you up, panting with his lips still hovering over your skin.

Speaking of hovering, that’s what he did to you even after the two of you got together yesterday. He would bother you often, finding ways to mingle with you even though it wasn’t needed. He hardly spoke to the women he played around with off set. Possibly even the ones he had on speed dial when he was bored.

You didn’t understand his switch up, you assumed he would fuck off after yesterday but he didn’t. He especially bothered you when he noticed you were avoiding him like the plague, ignoring him at any chance.

Why were you treating him like this? Was yesterday not real to you? It’s not like he was obsessed but he could’ve sworn you had feelings for what happened. Maybe you were just embarrassed? Or just nervous to talk? Yeah, that’s gotta be it!

He lingered around your area, longer then needed, sneaking his way into your trailer when he got the chance.

“That makeup looks cute on you” He leaned against your closed trailer door. Rhythmically tapping his fingers against it as well. He eyed you from your vanity mirror, you looked up to see the reflection of him.

You made no effort to thank him and continued applying lip tint. You wondered if you should pluck a bit of your eyebrow hairs, would your makeup crew mind?

“So, what’s with you and ignoring me? Did you suddenly forget what happened yesterday” He walked up behind your seat and moved the collar of your shirt to show the scattered hickeys.

You smacked his hand away, fixing your collar to hide away the hickeys. It was embarrassing to remember the look that the crew gave you when they were doing your makeup and saw it. You just brushed their questions off and said you were with a little fling last night.

No way in hell would you reveal that it was him.

“So are you going to act like we weren’t fucking yesterday against—“ Your chair squeaked from your hasty movement to stand. You cupped his mouth, scared that someone would hear him.

“Are you stupid? What if somebody hears you?” Your glare shot arrows right through his heart. You were finally responding! He was hating this long silence and avoidance, it was much more annoying than before. Something was different about it, he cared more.

“I don’t care, do you?” He leaned towards you, cupping your face while scanning how your eyes stayed locked on his.

“Yes! I don’t want anyone finding out, it was just a one time thing. Nobody has to know about it” You held onto his hands, not deciding to move them yet.

“One time thing?” His heart hurt asking the question, it stung for some reason. As if he cared that you only expected it to be once and nobody had to know. Were you ashamed of him? Was he not good enough for you? He was Sirius! How could you not be prideful about the lucky chance of getting with him.

His heart pumped with hurtful pangs that pissed him off. He didn’t know he was going to be so affected from a few words that left your mouth.

“Well yeah, this wasn’t supposed to be anything. You got your sex and I wanted you to stop bothering me. That was the deal” You looked confused at his stare. It looked off, something you hadn’t seen plastered on his face before.

Sure, he was amazing yesterday, and he was actually nice sometimes, but you knew he just wanted sex so that’s why you put your heart wrapped with a barrier. Even if your mind told you that there was something lying underneath that made you believe you felt something for him.

“I don’t want just one night, what made you think that?” He stopped cupping your cheeks and held your hands, trying to find comfort. You only expected that out of him? He wanted to treat you to more dates, more nights. Yeah, he didn’t have good reputation from what you’ve seen but with you it’s different!

Sirius wanted to treat you better, you deserved better, you deserved the treatment he could give you.

“Cause you do that every single time, Siri. You expect me to believe you really want this?” You were mentioning the closeness between the two of you. You still weren’t trusting him quite yet, even though your heart desperately begged to. It was annoying to have your heart and mind argue about him.

“Look, if you trust me now then I’ll keep away from my flings! I’ll tell them to fuck off if you want. You can even look through my phone and block them” He took his phone out and put it out for you to take.

“I don’t need to see anything, I’ll trust you on your words. Just don’t fuck up this chance” You sighed, his desperate attempt to get you to trust him was sort of concerning but cute too.

He grabbed his phone, putting it away to do something unexpected.

Sirius grinned from ear to ear, swiftly picking you up from your sides and spinning you around. “Let’s go somewhere after work!” He set you down right after, even though he still wanted to hold you.

“Pff, okay. What about that roller skating rink that opened up down the street?” You smiled, your heart winning in the battle of whether to trust him.

“Sure, right after we’re done you better be buckled up in my car or else I’m carrying you out” He leaned down to kiss you.

“Okay okay, I’ll meet up with you right after, just don’t carry me out that’s embarrassing” You giggled, kissing him back.

After the interaction he left your trailer, not really hiding the fact that he’s been in there. He was so happy that you accepted his love. Now he would treat you with everything you wanted in life. And it would all come from him, and nobody else. He was now devoted to you.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad to date Sirius, he seemed good so far, even promising to be loyal and treat you well. Time would tell whether it was a right choice or not.

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idanceuntilidie · 5 months

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Hii! Can i request yan cheater with male reader? I really like your writing, and I also love you sm! Have a nice day 💗💗💗💗

Thank you so much I'm gonna cry, I love you too!! Sorry if this is wonky, today was a very exhausting day for me mentally. I hope you enjoy anyway <3 come again :D i made the cheater male I hope you don't mind--

Yandere Cheater x M!Reader

Requests are open

TW: yandere behaviours, breaking and enetering, slightly digusting parts including human hair and organs.

Ciaran was quite special. Very handsome, always surrounded by people. You aren’t sure if being with him was a blessing or a curse.

He swore he was yours only, but you can’t help but feel hurt when he is flirting with someone right in front of you. There are also times where his phone blows with notifications from different people. It hurt, your heart felt like it was shattering just to be put back and destroyed again.

But the last straw was when you got a message from one of his lovers, they got a moment ofweakness, they felt bad and spilled everything out in a long message. The cherry on top were screenshots and photos of them kissing each other.

You were sure this time your heart just ceases to exist. You cried a lot that day, not ready to face Ciaran. You packed his things and left them outside of the door.

It baffled him how you would leave him just like that, it was just a small misunderstanding. It was, he thinks, just one time thing. You got just oh so boring he couldn’t take it anymore. He still loves you! He really does.

He missed your smile, your smell, how beautiful you looked in the rising sun when you just woke up. His heart squeezes in his chest. Another night spent waiting by your door, you won’t let him in of course, but he just likes to sit there, happily humming when he sees you through your windows. It became a routine, you never called the cops on him, which means you still must like him. Hope burned in his chest, and slowly the obsession for you began.

And he will get his little boyfriend back. You don’t feel safe in your house anymore, Ciarian gave up on sitting outside of your house yes, but now you can’t stop receiving messages and calls from random numbers.

Sometimes the caller breathes, silently stuttering your name, sometimes even moaning. Calling you his little pretty boy and shit. It made your stomach twist. You called the police many times, but at this point they just don’t believe you because of your lack of evidence. Lazy bastards. You also began receiving gifts, your favorite food, drinks, clothes that fit you perfectly. There was well, one time where your friend was over and one of these gifts appeared, with a card attached to it. A box of chocolates.

You were very tired that day, barely keeping yourself awake, you told your friend to take it. They accepted gladly, and began to eat while you went to the kitchen to make some coffee for you and them, that's when you heard a shriek and gagging sounds. You ran to your friend and saw them pulling hair out of their mouth, there was some skin attached to it. Your friend threw up soon after.

So, after that incident their gifts landed in trash. You feared what you might find out in them next. You don’t feel safe here, but you don’t have enough money to move. So like a rational person, you took another shift. The less you are home the better. It turns out you were wrong.

You came back in the middle of the night, you were practically falling asleep while standing up. You took off your shoes and headed to the kitchen for a sip of water so you can head to bed. When you turned on the light you froze in place. A beautifully wrapped heart shaped box sat on the counter waiting. You swallowed, body moving on your own. The gifts never appeared inside of your house. Hell, they are getting bolder with each gift. As you got closer to the box, a foul smell filled your senses. It was sweet, a little fruity. Your shaking hands hovered over the opening of the box, carefully lifting up the lid.

Your scream echoed through the house, as you fell down to the floor. Inside of the box was a human heart, carefully placed and surrounded by your favourite flowers.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and a warm breath on your cheek.

Ciaran.

Your breath hitched, you didn’t dare to move as his bloody hands wrapped around your shaking form.

“Did you like my gift? Only the best for my boyfriend, do you forgive me now? Look how much I have done for you.” He kissed your cheek.

“I forgive you for kicking me out, I’m a better man after all of this has ended you know? Now we can be together forever.”

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rxmye · 7 days

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" 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 , 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 ? "

𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐌 — ruin him or even break him, and yet still his thoughts will be solely devoted to you . .

nsfw / sixteen + / gender neutral reader / yandere content / oc x reader / knife play (reader cuts into his skin, he enjoys it) / blood play / submissive yandere / dominant reader / slight bondage / worshipping(?) / dacryphilia / marking (reader carves their name into him) / begging (he's really noisey tbh)

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: gotta finish the character info's before these fics guys . . anyways meet Elliot Bourne . .

The blade dipped into Elliot's skin, cutting the soft flesh, leaving a scar in it's wake, blood dripping from his torso, while his screams were muffled by the rag in his mouth. Drool escaping the corners of his mouth, while tears escaped his reddened eyes as you carved into his soft supple flesh.

Muffled whimpers for more, while his body rejected your touch, squirming at the feeling of your nails digging into his thigh, holding him still. He struggled against the binds, that trapped his hands—bruises forming from the rough feeling of the ropes that held him down—wanting nothing more than to touch your radiance in front of him, to feel the divine being in front of him doing whatever they desired to his worthless being.

His mind was rotten, filled with only thoughts of you, your touch, the filth that escaped you mouth—the way the knife felt on his skin—the way your nails dug deep enough to draw blood, leaving beautiful scars for him to cherish and preserve.

His throat felt raw, all the moisture dried as his body involuntarily buckled towards you, his eyes rolling back as he felt your fingers glide over the newly carved piece of art you've left on his skin—he grew more and more light headed as the blood escaped the fresh wound.

The rag fell from his mouth, tears escaping his eyes as he starred at you half lidded, he choked out plethora of i'm sorry's and thank you's—he wasn't exactly sure what he was sorry for—yet he knew he had to please you somehow, after you gave him this delightful gift.

He felt his stomach churn, a delightful feeling, as he watched you lick the blood off from your fingers, an involuntary moan escaped his mouth—he wanted to turn away—yet he couldn't, you were just so perfect, pristine, superior . .

He watched you smile, leaning down into the crook of his neck, before you sank your teeth into him—the pain was delightful—he sucked in his breath, his head leaning back, feeling even more light headed than before, he'd be fine with dying right now . . at your hands.

Elliot blinks slowly, finally waking up . . his body was sore, aching all over . . he was still in the place where you had last left him—untied thankfully—he leaned back, sighing, trying to muscle up some strength before he got up—he looked down at the wound on his torso, your name carved deeply into his skin, claiming him whole . . and despite his weak state, he couldn't help but giggle, blushing as he traced the wound with his fingers.

@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.

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