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ziaron · 1 year
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I'm obsessed with the idea of a super doting boyfriend who is very sweet and innocent in public but as soon as it's night and it's just him and I he flips the switch and makes me into his dumb little breeding doll that he forces to take every inch of his cock as I scream and cry that it hurts until he puts a pillow over my face to shut me up so he can breed his toy in peace ♡♡
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ziaron · 1 year
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The Stalker.
@14dayswithyou
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ziaron · 1 year
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I'm back, you heathens <3
fear not, friends. I shall return with more content very soon...
for now please enjoy a messy sketch of Lucas :D !!!
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ziaron · 1 year
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KYAAaa ! ! ! ♡♡♡
Wifepanic alan my beloved
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ziaron · 1 year
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Sway Me [Yandere L x Reader]
Title: Sway Me [Yandere L x Reader]
Synopsis: The one thing you have left is your ability to not eat. And now your kidnapper wants to take even that small consolation away from you. Commissioned piece.
Word count: 3044
Notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, reader has an eating disorder, explicit eating disorder behaviors (including discussions of not eating, purging, hiding food) and eating disorder thoughts (mentions of calories, emptiness, nutrients, etc)
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The sensation of a supremely empty stomach is a familiar one. You’ve been hungry before. Not just hungry, but empty. Running on nibbles and bites, or sometimes nothing at all. Fumes. Starving yourself until there is the wholly odd, unnatural sensation that feels like the interior of your stomach is trying to eat itself for want of anything else.
The quiet relief from these sensations is familiar, too. Relief that your stomach isn’t distended, that there’s nothing inside you but what you put into it. A blissful control that makes you feel, if even for a moment, that you are holding the reins.
So yes, yes, yes. All of that is familiar, memories that reach back so many years, from the first time you skipped a meal and felt powerful for it.
But the setting… the setting has changed. The company, too.
“Is your stomach bothering you again?”
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ziaron · 1 year
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Definitely not peaking a new yan character rn no not at all
do you ever see a girl so hot you want her to kidnap you
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ziaron · 1 year
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"I'm sorry my dear, but i just can't allow you to leave."
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ziaron · 1 year
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When they think they were being clever, stealing your jacket... but you know they're going home to breathe in your smell while they masturbate 😊🥺🥰
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ziaron · 1 year
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I've spent the last week high all the time. Lolz. (I'm hitting a rocky bit!♡)
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ziaron · 1 year
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I love luca! what is his ideal type?
Ok ok this has been in my inbox for a while but i didnt know how to answer without feeling like I'd be excluding people !
(Which is like my biggest fear when writing heheheheh...... 😮‍💨)
But i think honestly the easiest answer would be for me to say, if you identified to the y/n in my original Luca post- then you're already there fj d fkejdkgkd
BUT IF YOU DIDN'T it's not like Luca has one specific type he always goes for- in fact he canonically has never experienced romantic attraction until you. I think he's more so you have to be in the right place at the right time for his obsession to spark, and it only needs one lil spark.
Your eyes meet for 0.02 seconds from across the street? He's obsessed.
You reach for the door at the same time? Def going to follow you around never losing sight of you EVER.
Honestly, i love doing you guys' suggestions they make me so happy that people are intrested in my writing!!! GAAH- anywaysss if you have any questions, ideas, suggestions im all ears ^u^ literally my form is just a floating ear with ears where my eyes and mouth should be♡
Is that too far.? 0-0
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ziaron · 1 year
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Imagine Luka with a golden retriever darling- like "eat these pills." "Okay!! :D" cause tbh im rlly trusting sometimes (esp around hot ppl/j) and would agree with everything
NO NO! I'm that way fr- a hot person can ask me anything n im like "👉👈uh- okay! Yeah! Sure!" - despite me being told i am that said hot person they'd do anything 4 ;) mwahh
OKAY ANYWAYSSSS!!!!
Luca with a golden retriever darling♡
When he first abducted saved you, he was terrified of what your reaction would be. You've always been hard to read for him, which was part of the reason he felt drawn to you in the first place. Having someone so starkly different from his mellow, distrustful self made him want to see the world from your eyes.
At first, he was content from watching from afar. But soon his anxiety and selfish thoughts became rampent. He feared you would be taken away, he feared that light would be taken away. So he took you away instead.
Suprisingly however, it was quite easy. You didn't even think twice when your classmate offered you a sports drink-
"The vending machine gave me two- do you want the extra?" Luca brightly offers your favorite flavor, which you happily agree to! Who'd say no to such a cute guys kind gesture am i right?!
Luca swooned at your trusting nature as you happily accepted and made a small amount of small talk,
'Wait- why was his ice-cold and mine wasn't? Hold on- when i oppened the cap did i hear the seal break, or no?' Your head starts to get heavier and heavier as panic sets in, but when you try to get away you slump over and drift off.
A moment of calm is shared as he brushes your hair out of your face, cooing at your peaceful demeanor. He lifts you up, puts you in the back seat of his car, puts on your seatbelt and drives you to your new home.
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ziaron · 1 year
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I wish i had something to live for, I've been depressed since i was a kid so at this point i have no goals in life nor wants. Obviously i have the mediocre narcissistic wants like to get famous or sm- but that isn't a real goal, a solid path in life..
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ziaron · 1 year
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God i just want him to be obsessed with me, take pictures of me when im not aware, stalk me, sleep outside my window, look at me with pure love and admiration!!! WHY WHY WHY? ! ♡
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ziaron · 1 year
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Stalker yanderes who hide inside your closet, hearts beating erratically because you caught them just as they were inside your room, rummaging through your things. 
Stalker yanderes who try their best to press themselves as far into the back of the closet as possible, begging to whatever diety out there that you don’t find them. And as they shift as quietly as possible, their hands come across a soft fabric. Imagine their surprise when they pick it up in the darkness and make it out to be your panties. 
Stalker yanderes who jerk one out in the closet, muffling their moans and heavy panting with your underwear, inhaling your scent deeply. 
Stalker yanderes who wrap it around themselves and bite down harshly on their shirts, trying their best to keep quiet as they come to completion. 
Stalker yanderes who hide silently in the closet, watching through the narrow gap between the doors as you do your little thing and start settling into bed. Who then creep out once they know you’re asleep and decide that they need a little reward for waiting patiently inside the cramped space.
Stalker yanderes who are quiet about their wants, simply relishing in a simple touch as you snore the night away. They cop a feel of your breasts, gently roll it around their fingers. Ones who just want to press up against you, give you a slight squeeze and pretend that this is normal, that they’re your boyfriend who came home from work late and not a perverted stalker who trespassed into your house. Others that like to kneel on your bed, press their crotch close to your face and watch you sleep as they rub one out and blow all over you. Some might clean you up, others might believe a little marking is necessary and leave. 
Stalker yanderes who jump onto your bed and tackle you, startling you awake and pinning you down, holding your arms in a vice grip. Who straddle your waist and kiss every inch of you, licking their lips slowly before kissing you fully. Who muffle your screams and cries with their mouths and hastily grab and grope, rubbing themselves up against your thrashing legs like it doesn’t bother them.
Stalker yanderes who don’t hesitate to take what they want from your struggling form, but others who just murmur soft praises and compliments, who promise that if you don’t kick it’ll be nice and you’ll both feel so good. 
Stalker yanderes who beg for forgiveness with soft words of love and devotion, who whisper apologies into the crook of your neck and kiss it tenderly even as they thrust viciously into your body, watching your eyes lull back and forth with exhaustion. 
Stalker yanderes who get lucky, getting to hold you in their arms as you pass out. Who can pretend that this is all normal, that this is meant to be, who whole-heartedly (and delusionally) believe that you’ll wake up tomorrow and accept them in your bed, accept them buried in between your legs and in your cunt. 
Stalker yanderes being deluded incels who don’t know the difference between right and wrong. 
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ziaron · 1 year
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The worst part is, i loved who i was a year ago. And i hate who i am now.
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How would Luca be with a darling that was super social and friendly? But also like super oblivious to how he feels about them lol
I’m not sure if they have officially met or not, though ;-;
Cw:yandere stuff, voilence
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Honestly, alls fine unless darling talks about dates/dating or a crush who isn't him. Then he'd politely excuse himself from the room in order to dedicate the rest of his time to hunting down the bastard and making it look like an accident. Or better yet, making them dissappear completely.
He's a very socially awkward introvert. So having someone who's his opposite is quite nerve wracking for him, but darlings friendliness (or maybe air-headedness) would probably work in his favor.
Luca is perfectly fine with you not recognizing his affections- and might even prefer it that way in case you don't feel the same. Your company is much more important than his own selfish desires... but that doesn't mean he'd never succumb to them.
If they haven't already met- Luca would just watch from afar in awe of darling. A twinge of jealousy in his head towards everyone darling interacts with, but mainly blind admiration. Luca is perfectly chill with your friends, as long as they keep you happy- if they stop however... all bets are off.
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I love when a big, scary yandere gets an OUNCE of affection from their darling and suddenly they melt like putty in their hands. Even if it's clearly a ploy for more freedom, they can't help but indulge in sweet kisses and kind words, if only for a moment before the Darling tries something a little too risky and has to be put back in their place.
Vjsogihfkfo ME TOOOOOOO AH,,,, lemme get on w the story >;)
Your mind is racing as you feel yourself about to keel over and die at any second. A moment ago you knew exactly what was coming... flinching when responding to him meant you'd at the very least get a few hits to the face, adding onto a growing collection of bruises.
Although now, you wait anticipation and terror after kissing him almost instantaneously in an effort to avoid any sort of punishment.
Both your widened eyes locked onto one another, till he slowly covers his mouth with the back of his hand...
'Wait. . . am I not going to be punished? holy shit.'
With his other hand, he reaches for the top of your head and pats it awkwardly before leaving the room, and you, behind.
The following day began differently than every day prior. Instead of the usual constant berating and sadistic torture he was oddly quiet. Content with simply watching you in fascination as you eat food for the first time in a few days- thanks to him no less.
'I'm not stupid- obviously getting him to think I like him is key to getting the fuck out of here.. I wish I didn't waste all that time screaming... maybe I could have been out already.' your heart aches at the thought of life before- him...
He never gave you his name and you never asked so it's always been 'him' 'asshole' 'piece of shit' and any other slurry of insults you could get in before getting your ass handed to you. But he never broke you. Ever. You refused it purely out of spite and anger, and the worse it got the more anger you had to hold onto.
"Hey.." You soften the tone of your voice till it became almost a whisper. He jerks his head up and replies..
"Yes?"
"The handcuffs... can you take them off."
His face fills with anger and suspicion until you quickly add "I wanna hug you. I... I had a really bad dream..."
it's the only thing you could really come up with in time.. 'What am I a child? He's totally going to kill me... fuck fuck fuck!'
Silence filled the room but you couldn't bring yourself to even glance in his direction until you hear him say "Mm." Before gently taking off the handcuffs and squeezing you tightly.
'Holy fuck- holy fuck- holy fuck it worked. It fucking worked oh my god.' Is what your thinking as your hands cautiously embrace them back.
You're not weak, you remind yourself. It isn't weak to cry. It's necessary in situations where you are kidnapped by a sadistic psychopath. It's even more necessary when that psychopath will think their soothing you.
You reassure yourself as you begin to cry, all the emotions you've been holding up till now come out in his arms. It doesn't help that they're the only human contact you've had for months.
Yan's hand moves to stroke the back of your head. Their voice softly shushes you and tells you that it's okay, that it was all a dream.
But it's not. The nightmare isn't over. The nightmare is still very much in the same room as you.
"C-can we watch a movie? Together?" The only tv's are in the living room, and in yan's bedroom. Either way, you're out of the basement you loathe so much.
"Well- since you asked so nicely.." he says coyly, holding your hand tightly as they saunter upstairs with you. Chest puffed out and proud they can take such good care of their darling.
Your eyes don't linger too long on any of the doors or hallways to avoid arousing suspicion.
You sit down on the couch with his arm rapped around you as he flips through channels. Eventually landing on one you say you like. Hours tick by, and you can tell he's getting tired. You even lay your head on him to further gain his trust. Close your eyes, keep your breathing still... and for gods sake. Dont. Move.
You almost convince yourself you are dreaming when you feel his free hand move to brush some of your hair out of your face... with no response, not even a flinch, he definitely thinks you're sound sleep.
You can feel him shift as his weight and leave the couch. Hearing the shuffle of tired feet followed by the click of a light switch and the closing of a door, your heartrate begins to climb.
Your eyes pop open. 'He's gone? Where is he? Will I have enough time? Fuck it. FUCK IT!'
You make your way down the hallways unsure of whether to focus on silence or speed. Ultimately failing to do both since the moment after you unlocked the 3 locks on the door, and swung it open to meet the cold midnight air, you hear his quickly gaining footsteps behind you.
"FUCK!!!! GODDAMN IT Y/N!"
You pay him no mind as you run into the dark woods surrounding all sides.
'I'm not gonna be fast enough! I'm not gonna be fast enough!!! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!'
The forceful yank back on your hair solidified your waking fears. Throwing you on the ground you look up to see his face seething with rage.
You start to burst into tears- you dont care what happens you're just scared so scared so so so fucking scared.
He drags you by your hair the rest of the way "home" your back is soon to be covered in gashes and scratches from the rocks and sticks on the ground. But you'll pay them no mind. There's something much more terrifying awaiting.
Yan doesn't stop until they meet the door to the basement. Kicking you down the stairs and watching you begin to beg for mercy.
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. And take off your clothes." He looks at you like you're scum, dirt, worthless. You're paralyzed in fear- but his patience has already been tested once today.
His heavy boot meets your face, knocking you down flat against the floor. Before you could recover his shoe is crushing your windpipe. Your hands desperately attempt to pry him off you, only until your struggling begins to die and he knows you've passed out does he lift his boot from your neck.
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Gasp, cough cough
"Well!" Your voice croaked "Good to be back to your old self, huh?!"
You smile wide, false bravado has always been your forte in times of immense fear. You've got dear ol' dad to thank for that, you guess. Judging from the fact that he has your hands cuffed tightly behind a support beam, half naked, immense fear is in fact what you should be feeling.
For once in the entire time you've been here, he doesn't respond to your provocations. All he does is ram his knife into your thigh in one swift motion.
"GODDAMN IT FUCK FUCK OW FUCK FUC-" Your screams are cut short as he tightly grabs your face, digging his nails into the soft skin on your cheeks as he says,
"First, I'm gonna cut you up nice and pretty. Then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to even crawl."
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