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Fem Reader x yan(teens) where she has a lot of inner feelings and doesn’t really express them a lot of the time because it’s really hard for her but one day she does. Maybe she sees him after being separated for like a couple days or week or something. Maybe he had a family trip or whatever it was. And when she sees him she runs and grabs him in a tight embrace and cries. Cries and trembles and is hiccuping but she doesn’t care because…he’s back. And he is shattered that she’s crying and he’s basically crying asking what’s wrong. And she just starts spewing all her thoughts, description.
Im so glad you’re back with me *hic* I don’t want to be selfish but I am, I am so so selfish when it comes to you! I missed you and I never want to be apart from you ever! *cry* I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so sorry. I don’t want to scare you away but I just need you all the time wherever whenever. I don’t like admitting I’m lonely or that I need people but I need you, I need you so so so much more than I can ever explain. Im sorry. *hic* I need to always hold you and touch you and kiss you and love you and tell you I love you and have you tell me you love me and touch me because of how much I love you and want you to love me.*squeezing him* and I really don’t want to scare you away because I need you. But I just have so much I wanted to say to you and have to say. I want you to be happy no matter what and if you have to leave to be happy I will have to accept that but please don’t leave me. Pleas don’t. I love you more than any language could explain! I love you so much to the point where I feel like my heart will explode! *cries a little harder* I love you so much that when we die I hope we turn into stardust again and merge together so we can travel the multiverse together and then if we reincarnate into this world or another we will be together! *Smiles while making eye contact with him and tears run down her face* I just love you so so much and I don’t think I explain it enough because I’m really bad at it but I can’t control it anymore. I want to be with you for eternity I want to be with you as we travel to the ends of the universe and whatever’s beyond if you’ll let me… I love you.”
I’ve had that in my drafts since like forever lol o just found it…. Can we have a fic reaction ❤️🤪✨
okay but like why is it so cute. yan would be ecstatic as well, all of his dreams have come true~
(also i'm a sucker for the stardust thing, like hand it over)
everyone look at anon's drabble!
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Needy! Fem reader x yan.
She needs affection and admiration(obviously that’s why she got with such a down bad man) but she feels kinda awkward or weird asking for it sometimes. Like she could know he loves her to bits but she also doesn’t want to come off to needy or annoy him. So at random times while she working(like every 25 minutes) she’ll go to wherever he is and either stand there and stare at him like an owl, or if he’s sitting down sit at the opposite end and do the same thing.
She will walk away after like 10 seconds and she’ll do this like 15 times a day just to see if he’ll do anything so she doesn’t come off clingy. He’s the one asking for attention- it’s not like I’ve been waiting patiently for it all day pfft.
note; just two happy little lads, it's what we deserve.
warnings; fem reader, sub yan, yan male, cryptid ass reader, pure fluff
Movie night was by far his favourite night of the week. He had a busy day and she was always working so it really was nice to just have a moment to relax in each other's hold. He got giddy even thinking about it.
The microwave before him beeped as the popcorn packet he was making finished up. Excitedly, and impatiently, he pulled out the scorching paper and tipped it head-first into a large mixing bowl. It burnt his fingers a little bit but he didn't mind, not when he could just ask his girlfriend to kiss them better with a pout on his face.
As he went to grab the bowl and go back to the couch where she'd be waiting he jumped as an ominous figure loomed in the archway leading back to the lounge. Backlit by the glow of the TV the thing was just standing there... menacingly.
"You were taking too long." He took a moment to still his beating heart, the thing in the doorway was only his girlfriend it seemed. She had a weird affinity to, what he liked to call, stalk him around the house. He knew she wanted cuddles or a kiss on the forehead but it still caught him off guard.
In fact, sometimes he wondered how he even got away with trailing after her in the first place, she was so minutely aware of her surroundings... unless she knew he was watching over her. A shiver ran through his body at the thought.
What would it be like if she was the one stalking him instead, he was pretty sure he'd die of arousal. Being made to feel like prey being played with... he shook his head, now was not the time.
"Sorry, I was just making up some popcorn." He grinned as he showed her the bowl, which had remained full even after his soul had left his body from her scare. She nodded slowly, her eyes catching the glare of the light in the loungeroom bouncing off the window in the kitchen.
"Let's go get comfy." He said as he made his way over to her, kissing her on the cheek as she reluctantly let him pass. He'd have to pay the cuddle tax later but for now, he wanted to cosy up on the couch and watch something that would make her scared and hide in his arms. Didn't the sound so romantic!
...
He ended up with his head in her lap as he was scared of the gore on the TV... not that he minded :)
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Bae please I am so hungry ☹️😭👌🏼
I genuinely am starving I need a couple five and some responds and and and hcs I need it!!! 😭🥹 No one on tumblr is writing anymore the hunger
the long foretold great famine is upon us :0
new request later on tonight tho? maybe... unless?????
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I wanna throw Bowen around and watch him beg me to hurt him hhhhh I have issues :(((
not bowen slamming his credit card on the table begging to buy that exact treatment
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Virgin!Yan x Virgin Fem reader where he can’t make her cum. Like he has been praying to god praying to his alter just hoping and wishing for the opportunity to make us feel good to make love to us. And we don’t cum. He’s crying from the pleasure and we lowkey just kinda look like 😐 we’re in missionary so his head is tucked into our neck begging a pleading and crying about how good he feels and how much he loves us. We of course say we love him too but when he finally hits his orgasm and whines very loudly right after he notices something…. We…We didn’t do anything he didn’t feel us clench or hear us moan or grab his hair or- Did he… Not make us cum. He is horrified. But we just pet and kiss him telling him it’s ok. We are a little sore though but we did not cum lol.
warnings; sub yan, bottom reader, top yan, top male, fem reader, accidental orgasm denial, masturbation,
The pleasured sobs of the boy on your chest echoed in your ear as you sighed and let your body relax. The feeling of his cock sliding out of your wet heat made you cringe a little in oversensitivity. Your first time couldn't have possibly been with anyone better. The cutest boy at school, who seemed to have an affinity towards you...
It was just... you didn't actually cum. Sure it felt a little achy at the beginning when he eased himself in slowly, always making sure you were alright and kissing your neck as he breathed heavily. That ache soon turned to an insatiable pleasure as he rocked into you, occasionally slipping out of your cunt with his sloppy thrusts. It felt good, really good but since he was also new at sex there was no way he had the stamina to make you actually climax.
You knew that in order for you to come foreplay was needed but he was so drunk off the mere thought of getting to fuck you that he breezed over everything. You were a little shocked when he stripped himself and his cock was already hard and pulsating. It looked painful, that's about the most you knew. Still, you were eager as well to feel that rush of pleasure so you didn't mind too much.
You should've because as soon as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm he spurted inside you with a porn-worthy moan and slumped into your chest, hands pawing at your nipples desperately. It was... anticlimactic to say the least.
Soon enough his head peeked up at you through his tears and sweat-covered face only to realise that you looked basically the same as you did before he started. The shock on his face was almost cute if you weren't currently still trying to reach your high.
"You... you didn't..." He trailed off as his lips pouted and wobbled. Was he going to cry or something? Your lips quirked up at the thought as one of your hands tangled into his hair.
"Don't worry about it, you can work on it later..." You trailed off, you were disappointed but the starry-eyed look on his face had its own charm as well. Your free hand slid down between your bodies as your fingers slowly teased your lips, brushing against his softening dick at the same time. He jerked with a whine at the ghost like brush of your nails on his sensitive skin but this wasn't about him.
"You just need to learn how to properly please me huh?" You whispered to him, biting down on his exposed neck as he keened in a high pitched tone. So pathetic and... arousing.
"I'm sorry... I promise I'll do better next time, I promise please!" He rambled on as his eyes screwed shut in stimulation, his hips rubbing up and down your hipbone pathetically. Tears pooled down his face as he babbled, whimpering sentences that barely made sense as you circled your clit and arched your back.
"Don't worry, I'll even offer to train you." You grinned as he nodded feverishly, so intent on making sure you had the pleasure you needed, even though he failed this time. A moan slipped out of your mouth as you plunged your fingers into your already sensitive cunt. The feeling of your fingers in tandem with the already stretched walls made you finally cum with a cry.
His eyes widened as he watched you fall apart under your fingers, your eyes were shut in bliss so you missed the tightening of his jaw.
Next time he would be better, for you.
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can you write about sub yan cumming too fast and having to overstimulating himself for us ☺️
note; hhhyeah
warnings; sub yan, top yan, bottom reader, gn reader, dacryphilia, degradation,
"Come on pretty boy," you teased as your hands grasped onto his plush skin, gaze looking up at him sensually as he rocked his hips back and forth. It had only been less than five minutes and he had already come once, he couldn't help it! Finally being inside you was pure heaven for him, no more would he have to rut pathetically against you as you slept, revelling in the way that your thighs encased his aching dick...
He had come as soon as he entered you, which would've been embarrassing if it didn't feel so good. Loud sobs left his mouth as he forced himself to continue to rock into you, delving deep enough to bring you the pleasure he so desperately wanted to deliver. The way you were looking up at him, cooing at him as if he was nothing made him only feel hotter. He bit his lip as he felt another orgasm coming on. He needed to please you though, you had barely broken out a sweat... you weren't crying out with him yet.
Huffing he leaned down and caged you inside his arms, his head going to press against yours in a heated kiss as he tried his best to bring out the worst in you.
"Look at you poor boy, trying so hard but your little dick can barely get me off." His eyes screwed shut as he felt his body shudder as you teased him. Your voice was mocking but he didn't care, he didn't care what you called him so long as you were only looking at him. He'd be your pathetic boy, your one and only, your stupid little toy. He could take it after all.
"Please." He whined as his hips stuttered inside you, his core fluttering at the tightness you offered him, that small slice of paradise that only he could indulge in. Only him and no one else.
"Is that the best you have?" You whispered to him, your lips catching on the shell of his ear as you suckled the sensitive skin into your mouth. He cried out a string of 'no', babbling uselessly as he rutted into you more. His search for your sweet spot was finally rewarded as your nails dug into his skin, a short hiss leaving your mouth.
"See, I knew you could do it baby," You laughed, the feeling of his hips slamming into yours only adding to the high you begun to feel. He was so pliant above you, mind set only on your pleasure. A snide laugh left you as you stared up at him, forcing his eyes to meet yours by grasping his chin.
"Make me cum pretty boy, you can do that can't you?" A grin spread onto your face as you watched him nod feverishly, his reddened cheeks forming the perfect look of debauchery. He had a long way to go but you could tell that one day he'd become the perfect little toy for you, knowing all the tricks to get you to reach climax. All you had to do was teach him.
Finally, you felt your orgasm coming on, a drawn-out groan leaving your mouth as he panted, his lips basically glued to your own as he swallowed every last sound you made as he shoved his cock deep inside you. All too soon the fun came to an end as he flopped down atop you, his body completely spent.
"Poor baby, how many times was that huh?" You cooed as your hands cradled the back of his head, pulling at his hair in a teasing manner. You knew he had come a couple of times, it was hard to ignore his hot seed swelling inside you after all. Such a sensitive boy, it made you grin. Breaking him was going to be that much easier.
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ayo uni do be kicking my ass at the moment but i do have some works in the trunk, have a little sneak peek for waiting so patiently!
Request;
Finally being inside you was pure heaven for him, no more would he have to rut pathetically against you as you slept, revelling in the way that your plush thighs encased his aching dick...
Original;
"Didn't know you were so squirmy pipsqueak." They cooed as they stepped forward, letting their boots create a threatening sound on the basement's cold, harsh floor. Noel's mouth dropped open as a small whimper left him as his situation began to set in.
"Please, don't do this... wasn't I good for you?"
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Sub jock hcs 🙏🏻
I hate jocks ands that’s where this gets fun-
Jock that’s on a powerful position( typical quarterback because it’s the only position I know lol) and the girl who everyone is lowkey jealous of. Like richest girl in town but she’s not from the town her family just kinda can in and took over. She is super kind though and that’s why he began to like her. They’ve never even talked but he always notices her. Always. But…. She doesn’t like him. She’s nice to him of course but she isn’t into him how others are. He’s a jock- ew
note; anon sent in an inspo as well (here)!
warnings; fem reader, sub male, solo masturbation,
The streamers fell over him as he clapped his friends on the back, the last game of the season and they had just won it. Cheers and hollers surrounded him as their cheerleaders flooded the field and began their routines, sending kisses to the players as they clumped together in a mass of grass-covered sweaty boys.
His best friend slapped him on the back and grinned through his mouthguard, his head inclining towards the stands where he knew she'd be waiting. Always here for college cheer, the leader of the student spirit committee was the cutest, kindest girl in the world. She also happened to be a major crush of his. He pushed his friend away teasingly as he jogged over to her, watching her shake the pompoms she had been handing out before the game that sported their university colours.
He basically grinned as he took in her smile, her eyes soon locking onto him.
"Hey QB, great job today." She hummed as she looked up at him, his form easily dwarfing her own. He knew he was a big guy, it's why he was picked for the quarterback position. Tall and muscular, devilishly good-looking... he often had his friends say he exuded 'raw masculinity' whatever that was. The girls also loved him, fawning over him and chatting him up.
But it was unanimous around the university that he had eyes for one person only, the one person he just couldn't seem to snag. She had moved here from a rivalling uni about a year back and had been a ray of sunshine ever since. She was the leader of the cheer committee and basically lived for setting up student union events. She was at every sports game, concert and exhibition.
She really was like an angel sent from above.
"Thanks, me and the boys are going out for celebratory drinks later on, you interested?" He grinned as he leaned against the stands, willing her to look his way for just a moment. To nod and give him a chance. She smiled that sweet little smile as she shook her head.
"Sorry, I have some module work I need to get done. I just had to come over and support our boys." He willed the flush in his cheeks to go down as he referred to him as her boy, even if it wasn't exactly what she had meant. He swallowed his disappointment but nodded anyway.
"Alright, good luck then. I'll see you sometimes on campus anyway." He shot her a heartwarming smile before he crawled his way back to the others, heart doing flips in his chest. This was usually how their interactions went. She was a lovely girl, so kind and open but it was clear she wasn't interested. He knew she liked the scholarly type more, her friend group reflected as much. He didn't like to admit it but he was a little bit of an airhead, but that's what had drawn people to him.
He knew others called him a 'golden retriever' which by his understanding meant he was lovable and energetic. But she seemed to like the stoic type and he couldn't bring himself to change... maybe one day when they were older something would happen between them. He wasn't going to be the star quarterback forever after all.
"Hey man, we're heading toward Joey's, gonna bring some of the girls along. You down?" His friend came up to him and they shared a clap.
"I would but I have something on later, I'll meet up tomorrow yeah?" He laughed as others gathered around him, booing playfully. Soon enough they relented and he watched as they filed towards the lockers, he'd be following as well but he wanted to help out his coach with the equipment first.
In reality, he was simply stalling time, he wanted the showers to himself after all. Packing up was nothing for him, mainly because there wasn't anything to do but it served its purpose. When the coach let him go he made his way to the lockers and grinned at their vacancy. Now he'd not only have the space to himself but the showers would actually be hot.
He shucked off his gear and stepped under the relaxing spray, just hot enough to relax his muscles. He flicked his hair back from his face and doused it in a small amount of shampoo he kept in his pack. As he let the water and suds run down him his mind began to wander.
Frustrated he leaned his head against the cool wall of the stall, his hand unwillingly going to cup his hardening cock. Every time she let him down easy he'd get hard, as if it was like magic. He was so down bad for her it was insane. And yet he couldn't bring himself to move on. So long as he was able to see her on campus he knew he'd keep fantasising about her like this.
Sure it made him feel dirty but the sheer amount of pleasure overrode anything in his mind. Never before was he able to get himself off like this thinking about others. He tried the porn, tried the mags and even his own imagination but everything looped back to her. What would she look like as he plunged into her? Would she look good in pink or red lingerie? What would her voice sound like as she scolded him for thinking of her like this?
That's how it began, he had noticed a shift in his preferences. All his friends would point at the smallest things around but his mind would be on her. It was innocent at first, her riding him as he held onto her hips but soon.... soon it changed. Her forcing him to lay down as she perched herself on his face, making him surrender before her so she could please herself first.
His tie and satin bows turned to handcuffs and ropes. His dick inside her turned to her hand wrapped around a toy she was teasing him with. Making her cry out his name turned into her making him a whining, sobbing mess.
"Fuck." He hissed as he realised he had been jerking himself off all this time, his hand wrapped furiously around his cock. God what he'd do to have her in this position. Her hand stroking him as he fought to stop his legs from buckling.
A drawn-out moan left him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head, just the thought of her had him wanting to cum.
It really was insane the hold she had on him...
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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTLYQ52jT/
note; anon stop because you're so right (video is a lipsync of that one j.d song with a caption along the lines of 'if a man were whimpering like this i'd let him in)
warnings; JDcore, yandere male, gn reader, lil something something,
There was this one guy who always sat in the back of the classroom and kept to himself. The heady scent of smoke seemed to follow him, a surefire promise of danger and allure. No matter who approached him he never seemed to care, brushing off everyone in a matter of moments.
Everyone except them.
It happened only once, he had run into them as they were heading out of school, a nasty grimace on their face as they cursed someone out under their breath. The moment lasted for a few seconds at most. Their bodies connected, they shared and look and then they were gone. That was all he needed. The smell of blood seemed to pour off them, a tantalising scent that mixed with the smell of their sweat.
Something so incredibly human, so incredibly vulnerable and yet something that held an edge. He could coast by his entire high school life judging others and keeping a low profile or he could indulge himself... just this once.
A new student, an easy target for bullies... they had no one in their corner except for him, not that they knew that just yet. Slowly one by one those bullies disappeared. Missing... hospitalised... exposed. Soon there was no one left to antagonise them, their expressions evened out and they smiled more as they chatted with their useless friends.
It was only one mistake, one slip up that led them to find their friend's body under his own. How was he to know they had begun to harbour a small crush for the loner in the back of the classroom? At least they never noticed that he wasn't rutting into them but rather passionately stabbing them in the chest with a small knife.
The problem was now they wouldn't even entertain him, no secret looks... they always moved away when he was near, always with that heartbroken look in their eye. He'd do anything for them, he'd done everything for them and now... this was what they were replaying him with? He couldn't let that slide, he knew he'd do anything to get them back on his side. Even if it meant debasing himself in front of them, begging for just one more chance.... that what happened last time was a fluke, that their friend was dead now and couldn't come between them...
all they had to do was let him in.
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note; this came to me in a dream and honestly i hope it portrayed it well because the pure slappage of this dream was unrivaled. 10/10 would risk sanity again
warning; violence, human sacrifice, sukuna, power imbalance, cruelty, non-con, no nsfw, they be mentally unstable, gn reader, yandere?, mindbreak?, not even a ship really?
Sukuna was no stranger to human torment. He didn't care for the hoards of people he ploughed through, their villages burnt to the ground in smouldering ashes. He didn't care for a mother's cries as they cradled bloodied children in their arms. He didn't care for the final soldier's look of abandon as he realises he's the only one left.
Sukuna would gladly spend his day slaughtering as many humans as he wanted, all because he could. Because he was the apex predator in this place. These settlements were nothing but fodder for him, food for his lust for violence.
Sukuna also wasn't shy from psychological torment as well, his servants cowered under him, and his mere presence was incentive enough to be completely subservient. There was one human in particular that piqued his interest more than the others though.
The human who was delegated the task of killing off the various sacrifices neighbouring settlements sent his way in appeasement. He didn't often sit in on them, all he knew was the human was ordered to remove sacrifice's hearts on an altar, their own hands tainted with the life force of their fellow people.
That look of pure hopelessness as they shoved the small dagger into the sacrifice's chest, the tears that swarmed their face as Uruame loomed over them, waiting for the offering to prepare his dinner. He found himself indulging in these scenes more often than not in the coming days.
The way they shook as he sat proudly on a cushion and watched over the two humans fighting in different fields. One for their life and another for their morality. He savoured the way his little executioner would keep their head down, body heaving as they drove the knife inside supple skin, over and over to extract the heart that he had ordered them to.
His favourite part was when the executioner held the heart out to him, their hands shaking and their eyes downcast as he took in the sight. For a while, he couldn't fathom why this pathetic creature drenched in blood got him so moved. The urge to keep them under his complete control only grew as he schemed up more and more unusual punishments. More sacrifices, he would loom over them as they did their deed just so he could hear their harrowed breathing as they slaughtered mindlessly for him lest they be in that position themselves, more torment before the main course. He delighted in their cries as they immobilised the sacrifices, stripping them of any humanity they might have.
However one day, something seemed to change. When the little executioner came to work Sukuna was on the alter instead, a knowing smirk on his face as they climbed over him warily. Their eyes were a pit of hopelessness, their feelings so thoroughly shattered they hardly showed anymore. When he ordered them to drive the knife into his own chest they only faltered for a minute.
Something seemed to snap inside them, over and over again he bled before his favourite executioner and laughed as they slowly came to realise that no matter what they did, no matter what they could do, he would never die by their hands.
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Mellow, how do you think a yandere would work with a person who has dissociative identity disorder? That's where my doubt comes in whether a yandere could fall in love with the person themselves, or just a specific personality.
note; i'm not too familiar with all the ins and outs of DID so please forgive me if something is wack. that being said, kisses (or a nice platonic fistbump)
When Yan first saw you he thought you were amazing. Everything he had ever wanted was in a human-sized package
Insatntly he wanted to get to know you a little more and things took off from there.
Turns out that actually talking to your crush was better than trying to snoop around their house at night and stalking them.
When you two were out for dinner one night you brought up your DID, talking him through the differences that he might see
You may have been nervous but for Yan it was a chance to see different sides of what he considered to still be your personality.
Initially, it takes a while to navigate the different facets.
He starts slowly, he loves the host and he knows that. As time goes on you introduce him to more alters.
some of them he finds he's comfortable being in a relationship with, taking on dates and being lovey
Some he enjoys as friends, a partner in crime almost. He loves going out with these ones to drink down at the pier and chat with
If you have any littles, or nonhumanoid alters, he makes sure to listen to everyone else when it comes to how to treat them
Playtime is easy and he just wants to ensure you're being taken care of, so he remembers to set out some easy-to-grab food and drink.
He'll also spend as much time outside as you want, walking and swimming. Hiking and boating. If you want to sit on the lawn and look at the sun for a few hours? Just wear your sunglasses!
If you want to watch the same show over and over again, he's down for it. Tell him everything!
Becoming comfortable and confident with everyone may take years, but he will stick around for it.
A lover, a friend, a dependent... he just loves being around you
If you need space then that's fine too, just please don't forget about him. Please just come back eventually...
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mellow, what about a fem dom reader who has a obsessive and delusional male sub stalker, and someday he break into her house to kidnap her, but our fem reader who knows fight skills pins him down in her dark basement and uses his body as her personal fleshlight as punishment?
I just love this trope so much. everything sub yan wants is to worship our fem reader and satisfy her desires, but ends up trapped and forced to watch his beloved giving herself pleasure while he's able to do nothing but sob and beg to help her (I even wrote a short piece similar to that, but I'd love to see what is in your mind)
note; this shit is so down bad, i love it. also reader is a certified prick in this one so please know your boundaries :)
warnings; yan male, sub yan, dom reader, fem reader, non-con to con, asshole reader, sadistic reader, objectification,
His head felt like it was stuffed with cotton as he tried to move his body. His limbs were heavy as if they were being weighed down. A harsh breath left him, his senses screaming at him. What had happened, what did he remember and better yet... where was he?
He was... stalking this girl, he had followed her to her house and when he had broken in through the door... that's where his memory ended. After that, it was all black. He could still smell her though, her perfume was in the air, was she nearby? He tried to move himself again but this time he heard something. The drag of chains on concrete... and if he focused hard enough the sound was coming from his legs.
Frightened, his breathing picked up as he willed his eyes to open, but they were sealed. Useless... he couldn't do anything, he couldn't do anything!
"Shut up won't you." A voice penetrated the air and he froze. That voice, it was her... she was here! He opened his mouth to ask her what was going on, if she was okay but her hand slid over the opening. Shocked he bit back his exclaims and froze, the sound of her shoes on the concrete seemed to surround him.
"I know what you're doing, think you can get the jump on me huh?" He shivered, there was something about her that he hadn't realised. She seemed to exude danger, power and that made him... aroused. Hands trailed down his chest, which in his panic he hadn't realised was bare. Nails bit into his skin as something heavy settled over his torso.
A strangled moan left his mouth, was she straddling him? Why wasn't she letting him see?
"Boys like you are depraved, boys like you need to be punished." Her voice seemed to envelop him completely, his senses blurred the lines between real and fake as her hands clamped around his wrists. His fingers twitched as her nails dug into his skin, bruises would litter him afterwards... a mark that she had been there.
"You wanted me right?" She hummed, her chest sliding over his own, the fabric of her bra pulling over his sensitive skin. He could feel the heat of her breath near his neck.
"You've got me." She whispered into his ear, her teeth gently nibbling on the cartilage as his mouth dropped open. It felt as if his chest was going to explode, his heart was pumping faster and faster as he sunk into the feeling. The warmth of her body atop him, the bite of the concrete below him... the anticipation of what would happen next.
His arms involuntarily jerked, he wanted to hold her, see her. He wanted to watch as she came undone on him. He wanted to see how she claimed him. His breathing stuttered as her mouth trailed over to his own, pressing a hot kiss to his lips. The sounds of his whines were muffled as she took without even thinking about him, about how hard his cock was waiting for her.
"Stay still won't you, whore." His cock jerked at the pet name and the feeling of precum dribbled from his head as she laughed. Soft yet mocking coos left her as her body slid down. She was... naked from the waist down, he could feel her wetness on his stomach.
"To come into my house like you did, you must think you own the place." She drawled out despite the want to say that he didn't feel like that at all. He just wanted to be near her, he wanted to have her.
'You've got me'
"You should know your place." She hissed as she dragged her cunt over the rolls of his stomach, using the groves of his very skin as a toy. A sinful moan left his mouth as he felt her warmth spread over his skin, she was claiming him as her own in the most primal way and he loved it. He wanted more, more and more. His wrists clasped in her hands writhed as he fought the urge to plant his hands on her hips. To feel her movement as she pleased herself.
"Fuck..." He moaned as his head slumped back against the concrete, stomach tensing to give her something to work with. He felt high but... but he wanted to touch her. To feel her sinful skin in his hands. He couldn't though, she was depriving him of the one thing he desperately craved.
"Let me touch you, please, fuck please!" He cried out, his hips shaking as he tried his best to not disturb her. Salacious sounds left her mouth as her free hand came up to cup his cheek.
"No, suffer for my pleasure won't you." Her laugh seemed to reverberate around him as his mind hazed, every moment that passed he felt himself slip deeper and deeper into the abyss.
She dragged her hips across his torso, her hands digging into his skin as she lost herself in the sensation.
"This is all you're good for, isn't it? Stupid boy coming into my house." She scolded as her breathing seemed to grow heavier and heavier. He felt his cock twitch, it was aching and yet she didn't even need to touch it for him to want to blow his load.
Soon the pressure became too much and with a strangled moan he came, shooting his cum over the small of her back.
"There we go~" She cooed as her voice rose in her own throes. Soon after he could feel her slowing down, painting his chest with her orgasm. He let out a shaky breath as the wetness of his blindfold seemed to register in his mind.
"Oh? Do you think it's over? You're wrong, you're all mine now." A drunken grin rose to his mouth as he let himself succumb to whatever desires she had in mind.
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heyo all, quick little update~
uni is back so i'll be pretty busy with school for a while. that being said I'm aiming to post something every week on the weekend, maybe two if i have the time to draft things up.
also, the masterlist is going under construction soon so it'll be a little easier to navigate. not all of my work will be going onto it but i can promise it will be more fleshed out than the one i have at the moment
aight that's all, byeee
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Would Bowen turned on if I threatened him with a knife?
note; so much lol, don't test him. also have a little sneak peek into the backstory of the two, part 2 of this
warnings; bowen, gn reader, sub yandere, sub male, knife kink, blood kink
"I'm serious, leave me the fuck alone." They snarled as the tip of the knife dug into Bowen's inviting neck. Trickles of blood dripped down the column of his throat, his eyes wide and hyper-focused on their seething form before him. It wasn't his fault that his phone rang while he was stalking them and it also wasn't his fault that they managed to figure out where he was hiding.
Now, he was in this predicament... not that he minded too much. The fire in their eyes as their mouth pulled into a snarl. The rain that had pelted them earlier left little to the imagination, pert nipples peeked out from their collared shirt.
"Are you even listening to me?" They sighed in disdain and pulled back, tucking the knife back into their pants, mumbles left their mouth as they glared over at him.
"I've seen you around sometimes, near my school... just leave me alone okay, weirdo." They huffed as they slung their bag up higher on their shoulders. Their expression momentarily looked bashful as if they were surprised they had sprung on him. His breathing stopped for a moment.
He had never seen anything like that from them before. He bit his lip, of course he hadn't. They were the resident sweetheart, new in town and shy to a fault. Yet... they had this hidden side to them and he wanted more. More and more, until there wasn't anything left for them to give him. He'd take it all, anything they had to offer. He'd take it in stride.
His hand trailed up to his neck, brushing over the pinpoint that their knife had cut. Wet, slick blood covered the tips of his fingers as he looked down at the carmine and then back at them. Their face seemed to grow pallid as their eyes jumped between him and his throat.
"I... I'm so..." Their words stopped abruptly as he let his tongue roll over his fingers, sucking up the tart taste of his own blood. A sinful groan left his mouth as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. They seemed to grow disturbed by his euphoria and quickly ran away, likely to the sanctuary they thought their home was.
Bowen watched them leave, his mind reeling. There was a whole different personality under their weak shell... and he wanted it to come to the light.
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I really need to know Bowen's past with Reader. When and where he met us, and what he thought when he saw us.
Bowen is clearly a complex character, and if he became obsessed with us, it was for something remarkable; that b!tch seems too pretentious.
note; he's a prick frfr... but how did he end up the way he is?
warnings; bowen, asshole bowen, gn reader, yandere shit, violence lol,
A clipped groan left his mouth as he looked over the table at his friends. They were being loud again, drinks sloshing around as they crowded over a phone playing a clip from one of the parties he had been to. He had wanted to go somewhere more upscale but his friends had insisted on going here.
At least it was good for one thing, the people of the upper class wouldn't see him hanging around these degenerates. Sometimes he hated his friends but they were fun and just as crazy as he was. Teen years were the time to be experimenting with one's true self after all.
Just as he was about to get up and order another soft drink the doorbell to the diner rang and more people filed in. This time it was a large family, dressed in modest clothes and toting around too many kids for his liking. He would've moved on immediately but someone... someone caught his eye.
With their head tucked into their phone, a disappointed look on their face was the most gorgeous person he had ever seen in his entire life. If he were to liken anyone to a piece of art it would be this person. Symmetrical face, pouting lips, tamed hair... even the acne marks on their face didn't bother him like it usually would.
It was... infuriatingly beautiful. As if they shouldn't even be a person but a statue in some museum or something.
His expression soured. Why was he so offended by their existence? Why did he want to go over there and introduce himself? Why did he want to smash their face in and turn them into a bloody mass on the side of the road? His chest seemed to heave with the weight of his breathing, heart beating faster and faster until he eventually got up and beelined for the bathroom.
As he stood in front of the mirror he looked at himself, his own face... not nearly as perfect as theirs.
"What the fuck?" He muttered to himself as he turned on the tap and ran his hands under the cold water. After splashing it on his face he scowled.
"Hey man, you good?" His friend, some prick called Andy or something, peeked his head past the door and looked at him before he bubbled into laughs.
"You look like some sort of tomato dude? You sick?" Andy laughed as he looked back at his reflection. From his ears to halfway down his neck his skin was splotchy and red.
"Nah..." He murmured as he pulled back from the sink and wiped his hands on his jeans.
"Hey, I'm going to hang around for a little while longer, you guys go on ahead." He said, still looking at his face. Andy's eyebrow perked up but he didn't say anything in response, probably too excited to get over to the cheerleaders' house for their welcome back-to-school party.
With that he was left alone with his thoughts... and his face. His imperfect face. He had to do something about them, if they had gotten this much of a rise out of him something had to be done. This was the first time in ages he had ever been shaken up over something not going his way. Over something not being as perfect as his life was expected to be.
He had to figure out who they were and when he did... he had to kill them. Then everything would go back to normal, everything would be just fine.
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Do we have any more fics coming out tonight??????????? I just absolutely devour them
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there's one more coming later tonight actually, did you read my mind cookie?
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Can we have general teen yan hcs x fem reader? I’m homeschooled and don’t plan on going to public school so maybe he is also homeschooled or is in public school whichever is fine. Also…can he be like a year or so older? Much appreciated.
warnings; yan male, fem pronouns, more fluff, he gets me frfr, stalking,
Homeschool wasn't that bad to be honest.
Sure it took up most of your days and the curriculum was horrifically boring... but at least you were comfortable.
The only problem was your guardians, every adult only wants the best for their charge and homeschooling got lonely sometimes.
That's why you were signed up for a pen pal service with other teens like you. As you progressed through the grades you'd talk to someone new.
Girls who liked maths, boys who liked sports but then there was this one different boy.
You came across him by chance when his letter accidentally found its way to you. He was a grade up and by the sounds of it he was absolutely in love with science.
There was something magnetic about this boy so even though you were only allowed to talk to others at your 'level' you sent a reply over to him.
That's how it all started.
The two of you became friends quickly, sharing stories about what it was like to be homeschooled.
He got you in a way that no one else did, all the other kids had extracurriculars but this guy was alone just like you.
He seemed to have this uncanny ability to cheer you up when you were feeling down.
Soon he knew everything about you and you knew everything about him!
One day he sent over a little care package. Snacks, candles, soft plush teddies
Every night you snuggle up to it unknowing that he is listening to your heartbeat on the other end
Always watching from his window that overlooked your own, just across the street and yet still so far away
He was always so helpful as well, suggesting things that would make schooling easier. Resources and helpful videos were sent your way.
Soon you got his social media details as well and moved your chats online so you could speak in real time.
So when he suggested that you meet up you agreed. He was just like you, same interests and you two were in the same boat.
Besides, whenever he suggested things before they always turned out well, he was so reliable.
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