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nix-writes-mcyt · 2 years

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I had an idea at like 2am so I don’t know how well it will work but yan!lastlife!Grian? Outline: the reader is a red name and just trying to hide from everyone so they don’t get killed. (Sorry if it’s not enough information)

So, 🌖 anon. I may have gotten a little bit of of control. This may be a little (or a lot) darker than you wanted and I originally intended. So please read the content tags to see if it's okay first. But we're going with it. If you read it, enjoy!

"I Found You"

Drabble Contains: Yandere and Yandere typical behaviour, more horror elements, mentions of violence, canon typical death mention, angst

I do not encourage this type of relationship or behaviour in real life, if you or someone you know is in a relationship like in this fic or like any other yandere works I encourage you/them to seek help as they are not healthy behaviours.Stay safe friends. ----------------------------------

It had been chaos. All it took was one slip. One accident and your name changed from yellow to red.

You didn't know what was happening. You remember the explosion, the fire, the smoke. You remember him calling your name, looking for you. But it was too late.

You didn't see your hearts ticking down. You were scared. The short fall only did a few hearts of damage. You only had a few hearts left. And then you had none.

You still are scared. Even now, in the tree your hidden in. You don't know where you are, where you spawned. You're grateful for it, but you know he'll find you eventually.

He swore he would, his name had been red when the two of you met for the first time. He almost took your yellow life, you begged him not to, and he spared you.

It had been a deal, he would spare you but you owed your life to him. And when the time came you owed him your final life.

As time passed he protected you, cared for you. Loved you. He made sure no one could take your yellow life away.

But now that life is gone. You're red now, like him. Your deal no longer holds up. The bond broken. He'll come for you.

He is coming for you. You hear his voice in the distance calling your name.

His voice is comforting, yet terrifying. You know what will happen if he finds you. You have no way to protect yourself.

Ensuring you're secure in the branches of the tree, and surrounded by leaves, you're careful not to move. His voice gets louder and louder as he presumably draws closer to where you hide.

As do your breaths, the sound of your heartbeat. They're all you can hear other than his voice. You stay as still at you can, catching sight of the familiar red jumper through the leaves.

"Y/n!" He calls again. "I know you're out here somewhere!" You try not to cry, try not to even let out a loud breath as he walks by the tree.

You're scared. So so scared.

You see his feet, the bottom half of his legs. You see the axe head glinting in the sunlight. You hope he doesn't see you.

"I will find you." He says to himself, finally walking past the tree. Still you don't dare move.

Hearing his footsteps get quieter is reassuring. He didn't see you, didn't hear you. He didn't know you were there.

The leaves of the tree rustle gently in the wind, you're able to focus on the sound rather than the sound of your fear.

The leaves rustle again, almost more violently than the first time. And again, even more so.

Then the tree starts to lean, you start to worry. Trees don't usually move so much.

Then you hear a crack, a creak, and the tree starts to fall. You're frozen in fear, falling having been how you lost your last life.

Sure enough you take a few hearts of damage, this time left alive. You're not given time to process, to think, no.

The sunlight blinds you temporarily, before a shadow falls over you. His laugh shakes you to your core, eyes staring into you.

"You really thought you could hide from me? Oh, love. You do know how to make me laugh." His face is suddenly serious, as is his tone of voice.

You can't find the words to respond as he pulls you out from the leaves, standing you in front of him. Your heart pounds as he reaches for his axe, you know what's coming now.

The deal you had made prior has ended. It's over. The two of you are over. And he knows that. Now he can take what he was going to in the first place, everything the two of you had lost with your yellow life.

He grins a twisted grin, eyes flashing red. Then his face falls serious again as he raises the axe to look at it. It shines bright, blade clearly sharpened since the last time you saw it.

Suddenly he reaches out with his free hand, taking you by the arm and pulling you close to him.

"I found you, Y/n, love of my life." Grian says, "I found you and I'm never going to lose you again."

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freedom-of-tranquility · 3 months

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What is the use in repetition? You endlessly repeat. Expecting change? Tranquility? You fawn over fictional characters, people you've never met, just because you want a taste of what could've been.

It will never be. We know this, so we try desperately, clinging to our fictional lives that we have created, hoping, praying to everything, everyone, that it may be real.

Then we taste reality. It is bitter. We cry because we know. And we wish we didn't. We grasp at the lives we want, but we cannot have. Because we are just here. There is no other place for us.

Yet we still hold on, desperate and unwilling to see. We close our eyes, and you dream. It's awe inspiring in a way. Just the lengths anyone would go to deny. Deny deny deny. And others will let you. They'd be hypocrites otherwise, because they do the same.

And I cry, because I know. I know what you see, what I see, and what we so desperately want to be. And you cry, because you know what I see. And you so desperately want it to be.

And the cycle continues, repeating and denying, weeping and crying. And in the end, we will just dream again.

#Collective #writing #sad #Dark-ish

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dinotoaster · 3 months

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I need you.

I don't know where to go.

I feel so alone, can you give me a hug?

Don't leave me.

You're important to me.

Don't you like me?

I want to kiss you

You must hate me, that's why you don't want to.

I need you.

Can I have a hug?

Can I kiss you?

I love you.

Why does nobody care about me?

Can I talk to you?

Why do you avoid me?

Why don't you like me?

I need this.

Don't leave me.

Please, I need you.

#dark-ish #this is how I got trapped in a romantic relationship I did not want to be in #took some liberties to describe the process rather than the actual events #there were more crossings of boundaries involved #but this is how it happens.#be careful.

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yoakesan · 7 months

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Durge: I killed Orin

Gortash: You are so precious & perfect, lethal, ferocious etc... your father must be proud of u, my dear vicious murderer 💖💖💖

Durge: Actually I refused my father and now I am free of his influence

Gortash: *Without missing a beat* Wow you are literally so powerful, good 4 u babe, we can still rule side by side, & with me you won't need to bow down to any master 💘💘💘 also kiss me on the mouth maybe?

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #enver gortash #durge #dark urge #durgetash #this man's standards: 1. not killing him 2. saying you will maybe kill his rival or maybe not actually you can tell him to go to hell #& he doesn't care as long as u are loyal-ish?

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amildcacophonyofwords · 1 year

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Addict

To my forlorn angel

With broken skin

And bloodshot eyes

Remember how love felt

And how it led

To your demise?

My battered beauty,

With skin just like

The snow you sniff,

When the high

Wears thin

Is it me you miss?

Am I in your prayers,

Your thoughts,

Your dreams?

Am I hiding in

The darkest parts,

Waiting to make you scream?

Do you crave

My caress or

Miss my fragile touch?

Are you waiting for me

To take you home?

Is this life just too much?

Sweet, forsaken angel,

With track marks

On her skin,

Tonight will be the night

That you finally

Let me in.

#original writing #poetry #dark-ish #tw: addiction #tw: drugs

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izacore · 10 months

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You're in trouble and we're not leaving you on your own. We aren't in danger.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #(ish)#goodomensedit #good omens spoilers #gomens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens gifs #michael sheen #nonnie i hope that's what you meant!#can you tell i can't colour brown/dark scenes lol #my gifs #if anyone has already giffed it let me know and i'll remove this gifset and reblog that one :)

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faetreides · 2 months

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summary: rafe cameron x afab maid!reader

cw: titfucking, rimming/ass eating, collaring, power imbalance/dubcon, no real face slapping but reader gets rafe’s rings pressed into their face, gun mentions, rafe talks about wanting to do a line off reader’s tits, throwaway implication that his dad saw you, general rafe-esque warnings 💀, very plotless & possibly ooc (i’m new to the show but i’ve been lurking for a bit), rafe spits on reader, slight dumbification/objectification, hate sex coded but that's more bc i have a love/hate relationship with rafe, he calls reader a bitch once and a also a slut once, use of good girl

block & move on if uncomfortable !!

do not translate, repost, or give ai my work

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This stupid carpet is hell on your knees. Not that there was any time to pull a pillow down under them, you were pulled into the room and shoved down so fast you got dizzy. You’re brought out of your ruminations by a rough palm seizing your face in its grasp and squeezing.

Rafe huffs, leaning forward to make sure he didn’t miss the way your eyes widened as his fingers tightened. His gaudy rings are going to leave impressions on your cheeks but it’s hard to care about that right now. One second, you’re dusting off the son of your employer’s bedroom, and the next you’re getting a wad of split slung on your face.

Your pussy decides to be a traitor and clench in response.

“Sorry ‘bout that………” Rafe trails off, flicking the spit off your cheek like he was picking at a persistent hangnail.

The apology is as insincere as it could be but something about the bored inflection in his tone gets you wet.

“It’s fine.” Your “ice princess facade” as he’s called it falls apart a tad, an embarrassing heat blooming throughout your face.

He seems satisfied with his attempt at amateur art and scoops the rest up with two of his fingers. He doesn’t ask you to clean them off, just shoves them in between your plump lips without a word.

“You’re so fuckin’ messy, being such a shitty maid right now, you know that, babe?” He hums, giving your face one final squeeze.

You’re not even sure he knows your name, he sure doesn’t act like it. All he does is coo at you condescendingly as you suckle on his fingers, telling you how much better you are at this. Once you’ve done an adequate job of polishing them off, he pulls the digits away and gives you a weak love tap. Rafe’s obviously wanting to wring something else out of you.

You hate that your first instinct is to say “Yes, sir?”

You also hate that it’s what actually fucking comes out of your mouth.

The grin that splits his mouth reminds you of the only time you’ve ever successfully caught a mouse in an old fashioned trap. A vermin that used to disgust you until it stayed and you gave it a name. And then your mom has to turn you away from the sight of Jacque’s tiny body cleaved in two.

“Get those fucking clothes off, now.” He orders you, palming himself through his khakis. "And toys don't talk back."

You roll your eyes and comply. You ignore Rafe's ramblings about how he wished his dad made you wear one of those skimpy made costumes without underwear, that he way he could stare at your pussy whenever you bent over. The door is wide open, you know you could just make a break for it if you wanted. But you kind of like how the humiliation twists your stomach in a knot. The air in the room gets so much hotter when you focus on the large bulge in front of your face.

As soon as your uniform is lying on the hardwood floor in a rumpled heap, your tits are being squished together. Rafe takes several moments to weigh each globe of flesh in his hands.

"Pretty tits, always wondered what they looked like under that stupid uniform. Wanted to make a mess of you so bad but you had to be all fuckin' stuck up and prissy." He hisses, digging his nails into your breasts.

He massages them in circular motions, forcing them to press together like he could cum untouched to the sight of it alone.

You obediently stay silent as you watch Rafe stagger to his feet and wrestle his leather belt out of his pants. His bottom lip is being toyed with to the point that tiny drops of blood are peeking out of the skin. The leather makes a thwack! sound as it passes through the final belt loop and flops around. Rafe continues to eye your tits like a hawk as he wraps the belt around his hand and kneels down to your level.

He tilts your head up with one finger under your chin, "This is going around your neck, okay? I don't have a leash to go with it, but I'll get one for next time."

You open your mouth to speak or maybe to moan at the vision of the expensive leather tensely coiled around your vulnerable neck like a snake about to strike. The warning look he gives you shut you up, but your damp panties made you want to push him further.

"Don't move a muscle."

The belt was warm to the touch, probably because of all the hours Rafe had spent on the golf course or wherever his "business" takes him. You stay perfectly still as he curled it around your neck, having to wrap it around you again due to the length. The metal belt buckle clicked as he fastens it, tugging it firmly to test how tight it was. It definitely feels like a weight baring down on you, but you seem to be able to breathe so he steps back again.

"There we go, pretty bitch just for me."

His pants fall to the ground unceremoniously, revealing the cock you may have had a stray wet dream or two about. Crowned by neatly and clearly obsessively trimmed hair, it looks about 7 inches and thicker than your forearm. His cock has a slight left curve, with a couple prominent veins and an almost reddish-pink colored tip that puffs out at the sides a bit.

Rafe's cockhead catches the drool that embarrassingly leaks out of your mouth, and you kitten lick the slit as you stare up at him through your lashes. You want to smile at the punched-out groan emanating from above you, but he might slap you for getting cocky, it wouldn't be unwelcome.

"You like it, babe? Yeah, I bet you do."

He brings your hands up to your tits and you pick up on what he wants you to do. Anticipating Rafe Cameron's needs is part of your job after all. You scrape the sides of your chipped painted nails against them as you softly cup and squish the globes together, creating a perfect pocket for him.

"Good girl." He chuckles, ruffling your hair like you were his pet.

He savors the wet slide of his cock through the valley of your breasts. You hold them impossibly closer together, ignoring the discomfort by getting lost in the game of peek a boo his tip is playing with you during every thrust. A near constant stream of precum is flowing from the silt and ending up all over the tops of your tits.

Rafe pants as he speeds up his thrusts, his pupils expanding as he takes in the spectacle of you hot dogging him with your tits. For how preppy he likes to act sometimes, he sure does seem to enjoy painting you with his bodily fluids. He weaves his hands down from their deadly hold on your hair to pinch and flick your nipples.

" 'G-gonna cream all over these gorgeous tits, get them messy, then snort some coke off your nipples after.”

It doesn't take as long as a man like him would prefer before he's spilling all over your heaving chest with a sound so inhuman you'd think he was possessed.

You're past caring if he sees you hungrily open your mouth as wide as possible in the hopes of catching some of his cum in your mouth. You grind your sopping wet cunt against the floor when you do, and fuck it tastes better than it has any right to.

A quiet 'shit' rings out and the room spins as you're swiftly flipped on your stomach. Rafe crowds behind you and yanks your hips up. You don't think much of it until you feel warm breath on your ass. You jolt in surprise, and he gives you a light smack on both cheeks before spreading them with his thumb.

"Bet you thought I wanted your pussy, huh? Well, this tiny hole right here looks much cuter, you can't blame me. We'll get you some cute plugs." Followed by a flat tongue licking a stripe over your rim. He gives your hole a strangely soft peck and then teases the tip of his tongue past the entrance.

You squeal, which you'd be mortified by if the sensation of Rafe's tongue filling up your ass didn't feel so good. The way he curls it and jabs it deeper between your cheeks in short busts is running a huge risk of causing you to go insane. It's like he's exploring every nook and cranny, you should be laughing because the man that treats you like a back-alley whore is up to his ears in your ass. His groans and grunts are muffled but they give you the confidence to be louder.

He drags his face away and hangs his tongue over you until a load of saliva drips down onto you. You shiver when it meets your hole. A high-pitched moan comes out when he massages it into the puckered skin with his thumb.

He dots sloppy open-mouthed kisses up and down your rim, nipping the flesh as he goes.

"I would say it's gonna be too tight, but sluts like you can take anything, right?"

You're too busy nodding to notice the sound of shoes hitting the floor in their rush to get away, or that the person wearing them softly closes the door behind them.

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puppetmaster13u · 6 months

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Prompt 89

The young justice team is in a bit of a pickle. It had been a usual mission, Klarion causing mischief again, before someone had mentioned the date.

The literal chaos lord had shrieked, stopping his attack, and asked for clarification. Maybe that wasn’t a good idea because one moment they were in Happy Harbour, and the next they’re somewhere else with green everywhere and floating islands.

And Klarion doesn’t explain- not that they were expecting him to- and just bolts into a… wow that is a very big and scary looking castle. Keep? Honestly it’s if someone combined a gothic citadel with a clocktower of some sort.

Not important, because they had chased after Klarion who uh… Oh no, that is a Very big entity, that is two Very Big entities that could crush them in their fingers. And they are now stuck in this place seeing as the portal closed behind them.

Honestly Klarion is happy he made it home before curfew! Even if he had to bring his sort-of-friends with him to make it in time. It’s not his fault, he’s not used to having a guardian, nevermind two! Not to mention siblings, which he’s now the oldest of too, so he has to be a positive influence. Like teaching them how to properly do chaos without destroying a world.

Oh, but this is perfect anyway, one of his dads has been wanting to talk to the speedsters anyway, and his other dad is still under house arrest for the whole, trying to take over the living realm thing. But that’s not important, he has little siblings to introduce!