#yandere clique

[yanderemommabean]

Oh, oh, oh! Yandere virus, but it one day coming into school, the girls who normally bully you are acting strange. When you see them in the hallway, you are expected to be laughed at or shoves to the ground. However, you didn't expect to be shoved against the wall as they stare you down with a dangerous and lustful glint in their eye, telling you about all the plans they have in store for you. They force you to wear matching clothes and make sure everyone knows who you belong to and not to even try anything. Maybe you're forced to live in the house. Bonus if the other hold you down as the ring leader eats you out, as the others tell you how cute you are uwu

“Ah ah ah. You aren’t going anywhere” A voice chirps in your ear. You wince, sighing as the three surround you once again as class is dismissed and everyone heads to the dorms for the evening. Honestly, if you were perhaps a bit stronger, a bit less self conscious, you might spit in their faces and make a run for it. Sadly, you aren’t some badass (and admittedly, one dimensional) character and are frozen in place as they wait for the others to leave. 

They don't intervene. They know better. These young women have power, wealth, and beauty in their arsenal, and aren't afraid to use it to get what they want, and to silence anyone who complains. Phoebe, Sadie, and Naomi, all from powerful families who more or less run this college and the town. You don't doubt they paid the administrators and dean to get into this place, while you had to work hard and prove yourself. 

None of that matters at the moment. Currently, Phoebe was twirling her fingers in your hair like you two were close friends or even dating, smiling almost wickedly at you as her eyes, usually hazel, now with an odd pink ring, stare at you like you were some prey about to be eaten and devoured. Usually they just shove you around and make fun of your clothes, but today…Something's off. Very very off. 

“Isn’t she so cute you guys?” She says, sickly sweet, you want to say mocking but no, it's like there’s something more flirtatious with it. “Oh definitely, I just want to sink my teeth in her, you know? Make her whimper” Naomi adds on, hand to her cheek as she stares at you like one would a puppy being precious. Oh god hearing that made you think they were about to hurt you or humiliate you in some way. 

Sadie just sighs, not in your direction, looking over her shoulder to make sure the halls were clear, and once they were truly empty of everyone else, she made sure the grip on your wrists were tighter. “Listen up. We have some new rules set in place, and you, adorably obedient as you are, are going to follow them”. Oh wow. The audacity. Then again you never really put up a fight so, are they really wrong? What other choice did you have anyway? If they wanted to, they could make your family kicked out of town and their jobs nonexistent. It’s best to just grit your teeth as best you can. 

While you tried to listen, Phoebe made sure she got closer, her hand on you as well, but more exploring, sliding up and down your sleeve and trying to dip her fingers into the hem to feel your wrist, dragging them up and down softly as Sadie began to speak again. “You’re ours. Simple as that. No more avoiding the lobby when we’re there, no more trying to get little study dates away from the school library, no more trying to hide from us”. “I'm sorry what-” “Ah ah, she’s not finished cutie” Naomi says with a gentle touch slowly sliding to your waist, her cold fingertips acting like they wanted to slide under your shirt to feel the warmth of your skin, her brown eyes also having that odd pink ring in her iris. “Go on Sadie, she’ll be good and listen. She always is” 

You felt your cheeks grow impossibly hot, words failing you as all three of these girls began to more or less feel you up and tell you that…That you were theirs? Whatever that could mean? Sadie just sighs, more playful this time as she cups your cheek and makes you look at her, the same weird coloration in her eyes. “You’re ours. No more private study dates, no more drabby clothes, no more avoiding food when we’re in the commons or cafeteria, just a lot more rules and a lot more dress code for you. Tsk, I can’t tell if I want you in a skirt, or if I'd stab any bastard who’d look at you when you wear one. Maybe some cute pants? Ugh they’d still lay their eyes on you either way, makes me want to just call mom and have the banks foreclose their houses”. 

“Please Don’t-” “Ah ah, don’t even try it. You’re ours, if we want to punish people for looking at our puppy, we will” Phoebe comments, her fingers moving to hold your hand and give the top of it a gentle kiss. “Speaking of puppy” Naomi mentions, nodding her head towards the others, and before you can blink you’re turned over, face to the wall. You hear Sadie murmur something as she rummages through her bag for a moment, and you feel her hands slide around your throat before something clicks behind your head, and your eyes widen in horror.

“There we go! I made sure it wouldn’t be too tight, the guy who made it for me was such an artist about it, I love it! If he would’ve said no, you know I’d have his business ruined” She mentions casually, getting a few soft giggles in agreement. 

“Here sweetie! Have a look at how cute you are when you show that you belong to us” Naomi says, handing you her phone as a mirror. You feel weak and shaky as your fingers come up to touch the bright pastel pink leather, a metal heart in the center pressing against your throat. You reach around to feel the back and feel a harsh shock to your fingers, making you yelp. 

“Oh, sweetheart, don't try and take it off! It was so expensive but I got a cute one to work as a shock collar. Shower safe but anytime you take one, one or all of us will be with you, so you won't have to worry about taking it off yourself. We’ll talk more about the rules later in our dorm”. You shiver, unable to think of how to talk. What in the fuck could you even say? You just had a designer shock collar put on you by your bullies! Who are now acting like you were their chew toy or pet no less. “O-our dorm?”.

Phoebe nods, gently stroking your hair “Yeah, duh! How else will we keep a better eye on you? Cameras are fine and all but I prefer to make sure you’re warm with one of us sharing a bed with you. Plus, it’s easier to kiss you good morning faster”. “K-Kiss?!” You almost shriek, only for Naomi to softly hush you with a finger to your lips. “Now now, don’t get loud! We don’t need that just yet”. She pouts, hearing her phone going off and checking the time. “Well, we have to split for now, I have a dinner with mom and dad. You two take her to the dorm and tell me how she acts! Don't do anything more pretty please? We said we’d share her”. 

You don't get much out before Naomi heads off, Phoebe and Sadie gripping your arms a bit too firmly to lead you, talking back and forth like you weren’t making a practical death march down to their dorm room. 

Oh God what’s going to happen once that door is shut?

-Mommabean (Hiya! Sorry for lack of smut but I am proud I wrote this much at least lol. If you beans want i can do a part two! Wanted to try and flesh this out before anything too intense ya know? Anyway I hope you like! Lemme know if you do!)

#Poly yandere #yandere clique #yandere female #yandere virus #yandere virus au #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #Female yandere #my ocs #Mommabean #yandere bully #yandere bullies #really #female reader

[queenie-the-court-jester]

break up with your boyfriend

Yandere trans!fem cheerleader x fem reader

It was so shittily made but I need to pump out more fics or else my blog will die. Thank you all for 1k followers though! I'll rewrite this in the future maybe

Tw: mentions of blackmailing, nsfw, slight breeding kink, batshit crazy girlfriend,not proofread, another oc mentioned!?🌺

💄Eva saccharine has been your girlfriend since she first started transitioning. You helped her style her hair, do her nails, pick her clothes, find good makeup, anything she needed to feel like the real her. So when freshman year rolled in, it came as no surprise to you she fit right in with the clique.

💐Ofcourse you had your fears she'd choose them over you but that wasn't the case, because she'd make you eat lunch with them and sit on her lap, not so subtly humping your ass while talking all about cheer practice

🛍️boys wanted to date her, girls wanted to be her. She just wanted you, to just be the two baddest bitches on the block. It didn't matter if you were just like her or the complete opposite, she gushed over you. Praising you for being her good girl, her sweet little princess, her obedient pocket pussy-

💄but at this current moment? She was busy bullying your insides, forcing her fat cock into your slippery hole as she held you steady by your waist. Biting and groaning everytime she'd feel you squeeze that certain spot on her dick

"fu-uuckkk.. baby cakes, 'yer squeezin' me so goood.. ah.. hah.. you wouldn't mind if I pumped a few babes into your tight cunny right? Wanna be my baby mama?"

💐that made you squeeze tighter, holding onto the bedsheets for dear life. She had you face down, ass up and damn near breaking your back with how hard she was going. Hearing the normally composed and playful eva turn into a drooling pussy-drunk mess had you feeling butterflies, just going plap play plap-

🛍️let's just say, by the end of it, you couldn't walk for days afterwards. But no amount of hickies and perfume would be able to scare away a rather persistent guy. He was on the football team, star quarterback, rich asshole. sam white. Eva hated his guts, he thinks he can just waltz in and steal her bitch? Not on her watch.

💄this little feud had been going on for a while, and more times than you could count you've been caught in the crossfire. Though it was kinda funny, seeing them screeching insults at eachother and bickering. Eva would sassily flick her blonde hair and grab you by the collar of your neck, Dragging you away while Sam hooted and hollered at your retreating form

💐you never questioned her morbid fascination with anything horror or paranormal related. She was just obsessed with regular girl things. wanting you to help her summon a demon once, but you aren't that stupid, making blood pacts with them could result in very unsavory ending's and you quite cherished your soul and body

🛍️Eva has more than one account on different social medias, pretending to be multiple different people and Stalking your posts. She'd slide into your dms and flirt, seeing if you'd really cheat on her. She's so happy when you instantly block the account, guess you'll survive not being sent to her basement for another week

💄she has the audacity to grab a frilly pink pen and make you wear clothes that purposely shows off what she wrote. In bright bold lettering, Eva's little cum dump ♡ . Maybe she'll let you bring a jacket, only if you beg her really hard with those big doe eyes she loves. She put a collar and leash on you too

💐don't try breaking up with her, she takes 'they go low, I go lower" to another level. Threatening to post pictures of you in rather compromising positions. When did she record all of this? Who knows. She won't refrain from spreading nasty rumors of you that just force you to come sobbing into her arms, if you try and get comfort from somebody else she won't hesitate to eliminate them. Don't you see? She's the final girl, and you're her love Interest

"I told you not to run pretty baby.. now look what you've done. I gotta fix your mess up~.."

moral of the story: be a loyal loving girlfriend and she'll spoil you rotten with her daddy's black card ♥️

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[lizzaneia-elizalde]

Yandere! Stereotypical! Emo x Stereotypical! Popular bitch! Reader

Okay, so this is a songfic... NSFW at it's most, a lime at it's least.

Not the songfic that has lyrics on them, but fics that are heavily inspired by songs. And this time, it's Emo Boy by Ayesha Erotica.

I'm not that knowledgable with Emos to be fair... I'm only doing it in a way where the fic reads like a stereotypical late 90's and early 20's teen flick! I think. I hope.

Also, the bitch here means someone who sleeps around quite a lot, and not the mean type. Just wanna put that out there.

So, I do apologize if I offended someone ಥ‿ಥ

Like any song fic, I recommend listening to Emo Boy while reading.

Yandere! Emo name: Ashton

TW: stereotypical Emo, stereotypical popular bitch

Ashton always had a fascination with the Emo lifestyle. He loved the music associated with it, especially the people indulging in the lifestyle. He loved how emotional and in tune they are with their emotions and is not afraid to show who they are.

When the got the opportunity to study senior high school in a small yet lively town, he knew he had to grab it.

And when he finally got out of the grasps of his conservative family, he felt free.

No more people calling him demon worshipper, finally (although, now that he thinks about it, aren't the goths the one being called demon worshippers?)

So with black skinny jeans, long, dark black hair that covered his eyes, rings, piercings, chains, sneakers, and a graphic tee shirt, he knew he was ready.

But what he didn't expect was being ostracized by being Emo.

But then, don't people like him always get bullied?

With a grumble while sitting on his chair, all alone, he gripped his pen while in the middle of writing a poem.

"Nobody understands me." Ashton muttered, his dark eyes a stormy grey.

This school he's in is filled with stereotypes, he just realized. Mean Jocks and Cheerleaders, two faced popular bitches, pushover nerds, slobbery otakus, social outcasts... He wonders if his life is a real life teen flick.

So rather than dive into the complicated social hierarchy, he just sits in his seat, reading and listening to MCR and P!ATD just like a true stereotype.

His life filled with such deep melancholy as he trudged in this hormone filled prison that he calls a school.

Hmm. He should write that in his journal.

But then he woke up in his bedroom, his hair having a cowlick he can't put down.

Okay... That's weird.

Then, when he tried to tease and straighten his hair, it won't budge, forcing him to let it stay wavy/curly and covet his eyes just like that.

Then, his favorite graphic tee was eaten by rats...

And his sneakers were accidentally bleached...

Then, as if the day was mocking him, it was really sunny and hot, smiling and cooking him in his dark ensemble.

"What the fuck..."

He suddenly felt a foreboding dread inside of him.

When he got in the school and sat down at his seat at the back, he heard whispers of a new person transferring to this school.

The talk of the town, y/n, was now being speculated which clique they will belong in.

And when they rolled in a pink rover, the school crowd knew they're going to be in the popular rich kids.

Immediately, you integrated into the clique like it was a natural thing to do.

With your quite the revealing clothes, your bimbo/himbo like personality, and your knack for bedding people if you wanted, you got into the social hierarchy just like that. Labeled as the slut, you paraded around the school with that title with your newfound friends.

Trendy, social, quite the airhead, yet charming in your own right, and such a seductive figure too. Nobody can resist your charms.

Not even Ashton.

He tried to fight back the attraction he had with you, and your fashionable pink fit, and fluttery eyelashes.

But he can't.

The hierarchy said no, and his brain also says no.

Yet his heart sings yes.

And he always follows his feelings and his heart.

It was small efforts at first. Poems, love letters filled with such romantic words.

All slipped in your locker, in a cute pink envelop and a sweet sampaguita smell on it.

You knew who it was from, and you loved it.

"Are you really interested in that Emo boy in the HUMSS department?" One of your friends asked, sipping on a disguised flask of alcohol.

You and your friends are in the rooftop, hanging out and skipping classes. Gossip flies out of your mouths and recent "relationships."

"Yeah I am. He's cute and funny... And him being soooo in touch with his emotions is soooo hot." You said, a typical valley accent on your tone.

You twirled your hair and bit your lip, a hot feeling in your body.

You really don't know why you're so attracted to him.

"I just really want to see and feel how good in bed he is." You nonchalantly added, fanning yourself a bit.

Your other friends grimaced a bit.

"... Really? But he's so..."

"Dark."

"Weird."

"And so complicated with his words."

"He's also always alone and listens to those sad emo bands."

You huffed and cocked your hips to the side.

"Hey! He's emotional and deep!" You rolled your eyes. "Besides, I just want to fuck him. I mean, I haven't been with an emo boy."

You thought back to how Ashton walks away from you in those tightest skinny jeans, his ass round and his legs toned.

You wondered really as to why you're so... Desperate to fuck him. Because most of the time, other people are the ones who want to fuck you.

Frustration welled up inside you as you groaned.

"Yeah I truly wonder why myself." You grumbled.

You grabbed the letter from your back pocket, reading Ashton's poem for you.

I burn for you. Your lips so tantalizing, So pillowy and so sacred. It's something I, so lowly am I, Cannot dream of locking with mine. I do not need to know if you're the devil, Tantalizing as you are, Or the deity you claim to be in my dreams, Bringing retribution to my dark and dreary life. Your body so tempting, I want to embrace and bury myself within you. I want to claim and mark you as my own, My bleeding heart corrupting your alluring self. But I know I can't. So I only look at you with starry eyes, As you shine the most beautiful in a pedestal that I molded in your visage.

You understood the poem a bit, and it irritated you.

"What do you mean you'll not pursue me?!" You yelled, gripping the letter. "I can't believe he'll confess like this and not... Go for me?!"

Your friends chuckled and read the poem and was surprised to see how whimsical this confession of lusty attraction is.

"Wow... Okay, I give you my blessing to bed him." One of your friends said and you rolled your eyes and snatching the poem away from him.

"I know. And I'm trying." You spat out. "I need a stress reliever. Let's go shopping."

What you didn't know is that Ashton is listening to your confession, and is fighting the urge to take you then and there.

He smirked and tried to calm his fast beating heart as he slowly unbuckled his pants, lust filling him as he continued to replay your confession of wanting to fuck him.

Maybe next poem will be an invitation to his house.

The sound of bed creaking filled the dark room, along with the pants and moans of two people indulging in the desire of flesh.

"Hmm fuck... Ashton..."

"Y/n you're so tight..."

You moaned as Ashton continued to thrust inside of you, his throat audibly clearing as sweat trickled down his throat.

Your eyes trailed down his body, loving the feeling of being under this man.

The hot and damp air encased the two of you, giving a secure and secret paradise, away from the prying eyes.

"Harder Ashton!" Your raspy voice demanded, gripping his arm as he pushed your thighs to the sides of your torso, bending your back as he went deeper, faster, and harder.

"God you make me feral..." Ashton groaned out, feeling your walls squeeze around him stubbornly, not wanting to let go as he pushed you into a mating press in an animalistic need to bury himself deep within you.

The bed creaked violently, accompanying the orchestra of your moans and groans as you both desperately reached your high, and when he spilled inside of you, you knew that you wanted more.

So you kissed him on the lips deeply, interlocking your tongue with his as you both worked into getting into it again.

Yet, as Ashton smirked and gripped your thigh once more, ready to go, a stray perfume bottle rolled under the bed from the movement, a label on the bottle printed "love potion" on it.

A sweet smell of sampaguita permeating as a drop fell on the floor, glowing.

So if you don't get it, Ashton sprays the love potion on the poems he gives you, making you irrationally desperate for him as he is for you xx.

#yandere boyfriend #yandere imagines #yandere male #yandere writing #male yandere x reader #tw yandere #yandere x darling #yandere x you #yandere fic #yandere drabbles #lizzaneiaelizalde

[lovverletters]

yan ex bully x gay trans reader

this made me so happy hihi. pls send more requests ily sm  ( ˆ͈̑꒳ˆ͈̑ )੭♡

T/W : yandere theme, homophobia, transphobia, mentions of violence, implied murder, mentions of dysphoria, mentions of deadname usage

CHANGE OF HEART˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

yandere! ex bully who finds you an easy target. Everyone already treated you like an outcast, he's sure that no one will bat an eye if he picks on you.

yandere! ex bully who would never fail to make your life miserable everyday at school. He'd pull on your clothes and trips you while you're walking or make fun of you.

yandere! ex bully who were face with a moral dilemma. All of his friends upon discovering you are trans and gay immediately used it as another method to poke fun at you.

He does not find anything wrong with it like his group of friends insisted that it was. In fact, he was quite happy to see you being comfortable with your sexuality and gender.

yandere! ex bully who begin distancing himself from his ignorant clique. He had a self reflection moment and realised that he was simply going along with their antics because he was insecure and afraid of being left behindㅡ no matter if what they're doing is against his moral.

yandere! ex bully who after dropping his 'friends' decided to apologize to you and promised to make it up to you. You were frankly astonished by his change of heart and decided that he'll have to earn your forgiveness after all that he'd done to you.

yandere! ex bully who tries to get to know you. He'd follow you around the school and ask questions about yourself. Sometimes he'd threatened people to tell him more things about youㅡ that'll be the only occasion of him threatening people, he'd never do it for no good reason.

yandere! ex bully who would protect you from his old clique or other bullies. He's not against getting into a fist fights if somebody was making transphobic or homophobic comments about you.

If someone uses your deadname intentionally as a mean to offend you, they might as well pick out a coffin because he's already digging their graves and carving out their names on a tombstone.

He'd not tolerate any disrespect thrown in your way.

yandere! ex bully who would comfort and assure you if you're feeling dysphoric with your body. He'd shower you with praises and affirming words until you feel better.

He hoped that through his actions you can see his sincerity and love for you.

#tw: yandere #yandere #yandere oc #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere headcanons

[merakiui]

wait mera can u elaborate more on slasher!floyd? 🥺🥺🥺🥺 the plot twist of jock floyd being the slasher sounds hot ngl

and what if reader was the unpopular, outcast type? and her group of friends get killed one by one because it turns out floyd got jealous you give them attention more since you have never look in his way for once? when in truth you’ve always did from afar but you never had the guts to approach him before since hes always hanging out with the popular kids. i just like the yandere potential of this idea it got my brain cookin!!

:O omg omg omg yes!!!!!! The trope of popular jock x unpopular outcast is so yummy... imagine Floyd sending you anonymous love letters, but he's the last person you suspect because he never seems engaged in your literature class and you never pegged him as a poetic sort of guy. The letters are all so sugary-sweet. Whoever's writing and sending them genuinely loves you. It's a gentle love, mostly. The pining-from-afar sort. But this mysterious admirer becomes the last of your worries when your friends start turning up dead in ways more brutal than the last. You're devastated, reeling from the horror of it all.

What if you're next? What if this person is specifically targeting you and your friends and you're next on their chopping block? You're trying to grieve and mourn the losses while also attempting to stay safe. It's such a stressful time. Floyd just wants you to notice him. You probably think he's just a stupid jerk who loves sports and sex, but that's not true. Sure, that's the face he wears for everyone because it's easy to be carefree. But he has his own worries, too! No one ever bothers to ask because it's a rainy day when Floyd worries, so he never says anything. But if you just talked to him... if you wouldn't push him away or cower whenever he tries to be cool and talk to you in that lively manner everyone knows this could have been avoided. He feels bad for scaring you and he feels bad for being a bit of a bully before whenever he'd get impatient and intimidate you into a conversation with him.

But now there's no one left to stand in his way. It's terrible being alone. Floyd would know. In a crowd of dozens, he's never once fit in. He doesn't care about the things all of these social cliques pride themselves on. He just wants you, but you never seemed to want him in return. Why bother running from him? You know as well as he does that he'll catch you in the end. He plays basketball and works out daily. Come on, Shrimpy. Not very smart.

He won't kill you. He'd never! Sure, he might rough you up a little if you struggle, but that's only because he can't have you escaping. Was it surprising to find out he was the one who killed your friends? You didn't expect the popular jock, did you? No one ever does because the popular jock almost always dies in the arms of his lover or fuck buddy in most horror films.

Floyd hates seeing you cry. He did note in his many love letters that he adores your eyes the most. They're expressive even when you don't mean for them to be. You may have thought no one would ever notice an outcast like you, but he did. So even if your eyes are filled with fear now, one day they'll soften with love. He's sure of it.

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst

[whore-ibly-hot]

💚👻Yan!Harold Biddle Hc's💚👻

"Viewer beware, you're in for a scare."

18+ Minors DNI

Warnings: Yandere themes, dark behavior, possession, general spooks, serial killer, bullying, angst teen ghost boy?

AN: Requested by an Anon, this man has me down so bad, and I hope this inspires others to write for him. I love both old and new goosebumps media, and how our reader meets Harold is VERY similar to the goosebumps TV show episode 'The Phantom of the Opera'. Enjoy and happy belated Halloween! Go watch Goosebumps on Disney ➕️. Never done an HC before...

👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚👻💚

💚In a situation for Harold to grow truly attached to someone, you would have to be from out of town, or visiting a family member, perhaps. Harold is filled with such hatred for his former classmates and there spawn, that even those who didn't kill him, he knows stood idly by and ignored him in school. Because of this, he probably wouldn't want the son or daughter of a former classmate.

👻Maybe you moved to Port Lawrence with your family, whether for work or a fresh start, or maybe your a distant cousin of one of the people in town. As long as you aren't a direct descendant, Harold will have an easier time coming to terms with these feelings.

💚Being new in town was hard for you, nerve wracking even. Everyone at this school seemed to have a clique or group, and even the loners had their own things going on. Luckily, you caught wind through overhearing some classmates that a party was being held on Halloween night. Hoping to make some real friends, you donned a costume and set out.

👻The address had been kind of hard to find, some old, blocked off road with a creepy mansion at the end. Still, the party was in full swing, teens dancing and drinking, strobe lights and shitty music filled the main room of the house. You asked one of your classmates, Lucas, about the house.

"Oh, yeah. Some kid died here like, a hundred years ago or something. Big explosions, a fire..." A skinnier boy in a cat costume cut him off. "Don't listen to Lucas, it wasn't a hundred years ago, dude. It was like, the 90s." He rolls his eyes.

💚A little uneasy about sneaking into a house, much more the site of a gruesome death, you tried to enjoy the party. After a few drinks, Dr. Pepper, you weren't trying to call your parents to take you home, you went looking for a bathroom.

This would prove pretty difficult. That same boy from earlier, Lucas, ate worms, and was puking in bathroom number one. The second bathroom was locked, and from the groaning and smacking inside, you could tell you didn't want to know what was going on inside.

👻This had left you with not choice but to go to the bathroom in the basement. Standing at the edge of the stairs and looking down the dark hallway, floored with rickety wooden steps, you had gathered your courage and descended.

💚Biddle had expected company, but unlike the mask he coerced Isabella into taking, or the camera he snuck in Isaac's bag, you didn't take anything. He waited for another, foolish teen to take something. He had a few items set out for specific peoples... but, he wasn't against another thief falling victim to his cursed items.

👻However, you surprised him. Just looked for the bathroom door, went, and then headed right back up to the party. When Mr. Bratt came home, the teens scattered, to cars and into the woods. Harold used this time to torment Allison, his burned, ghostly form shrieking at her. She had screamed in terror, and Isaiah soon found her.

💚You were driving home, but took pity and stopped to help a few of your classmates whose rides had fled. After several hours of dropping people off, you were finally able to get back home. A pair of pale ghostly eyes watched you from the window of your room. No one else had stopped to help their friends, much less strangers. How nice you were...

💚As days went by, and mysterious terrors afflicted the teens of Port Lawrence, you grew close to some of them. A busy body named Margot, a cheer leader named Allison, and a jock named Isaiah. All shared and English class with the new teacher (and owner of the Biddle house), Mr. Bratt. Mr. Bratt was odder at sometimes than others, almost like he was fighting with himself. He was always tired and dark eyed.

👻From deep inside, viewing the world through Mr. Bratt, Harold would observe the teens. It was just as he remembered it, the gossip, the catty looks and the fake smiles. But nothing sickened him more than watching you interact with the others, so sweet and kind, but only friends with the filth in this town.

👻On your end, you really liked Mr. Bratt. He was a funny teacher, always cracking jokes and saying something odd. He always gave you perfect grades, which was odd because you noticed you had gotten a few questions wrong when you would compare projects and assignments to classmates. Still, he was a great teacher.

💚Harold wasn't a fool. He had always been smart when he was alive, and his evil intentions had made him no less cunning. He knows he can't pursue you romantically as long as he's possessing a teacher. He'd rather not get his possession vessel arrested and sent to jail. He doesn't want his house empty, not right now.

👻When he heard you had taken up the role of a tech member for the drama department, he formed a plan. The old elevator platform to the schools abandoned basement was 'accidentally' left open, a gaping hole in the dark of the stage.

💚You unfortunately weren't aware of this, and had stayed late to finish some lighting set up. As you close up and turn out the overhead lights, the floor had felt as those it disappeared beneath you. As you plummet, you let out a pitch scream. It wasn't a long fall, not even that deep, but it hurt. Your hips and ankle were aching, throbbing, and red hot tears had begun to stream from your cheeks. You felt to scared to stand or move, but it was late. How were you supposed to get out of here?

👻As you whimpered, you heard a sound in the silence. Just then, a sound from the side. It sounded like a creaking floor panel.

"H-hello? Is someone there?" You called out fearfully. A boy, haired curly and tall looms over you. His eyes have dark circles, his face almost blends into the shadows of the basement, but... you chalk it up to blurry vision and bad lighting.

💚"Aw... how'd you end up down here?" He asked, voice low and slow as he had tilted his head. "I'm on tech crew, I fell. I think my ankle is... twisted or something. Could you help me?" She asks.

"Of course..." he drawled. His eyes darkened and a grin tugged at his cheeks as he said the next statement. "What kind of sick, sick monster would leave someone to die in a basement, all alone?" He said. You gulp and chuckle awkwardly. "Well, it's just my ankle. Don't think I'm dying." You joked.

👻"Course not. Come on." He had extended his hand to you, and hoisted you up against him with surprising strength. Despite the soft flannel shirt he was wearing, his skin felt frigid to the touch, yet oddly warm, an icey burning sensation could be felt where his hand was still on your arm.

"Should be a lever... right over-" he looks around, the snaps his fingers and points. "Right there." You had both hopped on the platform. "How'd you know how to get out of the basement, I heard it's been blocked off like, forever." She asks.

💚"I guess I just, know more than other people." He shrugs. Once he had helped you out of the school, you had gone to your car. Fidgeting with your keys, you faced away from him as you unlocked your car. "What did you say your name was?" You ask.

👻"Doesn't matter. Just a friend." When you turn to him with a confused look, he's gone. You looked around, but tired, you drove from the lot.

💚Back at the Biddle Manor, while Mr. Bratt tried to get a peaceful night of sleep without being possessed for once, Harold is in the basement, playing with the Polaroid camera Isaiah had tried so hard to destroy. He wonders, can it just take normal photos if he wills it too? He has other things to attend too, he can't always watch you, but he'd love a few pictures of you.

👻Even if the camera could only take pictures of your fate, maybe it wouldn't bother him too much. What would the future hold? Would you be with him? He hoped so, but the idea of what he could see that would displease him swayed him away from that path. No, he'll stick to watching you through Bratt, when he can, or through your windows on those precious nights you leave a curtain open.

💚As he sits in the room of his demise, he looks at his hands, black char marks occasionally appearing. For once, he doesn't focus on the burning rage and actual burning feeling that courses through his body. No, this warmth is softer. The warmth from when you touched him and he touched you. Contact, from someone who cared. Someone who he saw every private moment of, just to ensure that you had only pure intentions with everyone you met. Would you betray him if you knew, what he was like, who he was? He shakes his head. No. He holds all the cards now. He won't be weak ever again, he won't let you slip away.

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💚Harold only wears what teens at Port Lawrence high now think of as 'grunge'. Oversized sweatshirt, flannels, loose pants. He has never once brushed his hair, even when he was alive. He doesn't hate that grunge is popular now though. He enjoy leaving a flannel or a Jean jacket in your closet, hoping you'll assume one of your parents gifted it to you.

👻You can always tell when his ghost in nearby, even if he's not visible there are tells, even if you don't realize what they are pointing too. You might feel a stinging if he passes by, a side effect of the pain from his burns. The smell of smoke and dark room chemicals fills the air if he's around, and you feel like your being watched.

💚He'd like to kiss you, or hold you, but he's not ready to even attempt that, much less a real introduction. He's got a lot going on right now. For now, you'll only see him around town, at night when your alone. At a bus stop? Oh, that mysterious boy from the other night us passing by. Buying a snack? He's got some spare cash. Walking home alone at night? Good thing his lanky silhouette can be seen leaning out from under a streetlight. Don't worry, he'll walk you home. You wouldn't believe the sort of monsters that live in this town, that lurk. It's enough to give you goosebumps...

You wonder why you always forget to ask his name...

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Pairing : (College AU)non!idol!Kim Seungmin x F!Reader TW : established relationship ; bullying ; depression ; attempted su*c*de ; major angst ; is it considered fluffy at the end or more yandere the way that Seungmin acts at the end??? ; let me know!!! Word Count : 4.6k Request : Anon : depressed reader gets actively bullied and bruised which leads to a suicide attempt. seungmin never thought it was that serious once she brought it up to him. but after her failed attempt he is now extra careful with her and maybe a bit mad at himself for not taking it seriously. A/N : PLEASE READ THE TRIGGER WARNINGS BEFORE CLICKING READ MORE!! To the anon that requested this, I hope you're still here and you remember sending this in! I'm finally posting it!! I hope you enjoy it! The gif came from this blog!!

It rained again today… It seemed like everyone on campus knew that the storm was coming, everyone but you. Umbrellas were pushed open all around you as you quickly put your hood up, the downpour was torrential and you were soaked within the first minute of your walk back to your dorms. It didn’t help that people seemed to be purposely angling their umbrellas so that whenever you walked by, the rain from the top would pour onto your head. 

You’re overthinking it… There’s no reason anyone would purposely do something like that to you. You don’t deserve that. Is what everyone else would say, even your boyfriend… And you would have believed them if not for the insults that were constantly hurled in your direction and the scrapes and bruises that littered your knees and elbows from being pushed around and laughed at when you fell to the ground. You didn’t believe them… And they didn’t believe you. 

By the time you got to your building you were dripping wet, but the attacks wouldn’t stop until you were behind closed doors, in the safety of your room, at least for the next couple hours until the next day started and you got to go through it all over again. That was your life, a constant repeat of the day before, and you weren’t sure how much more of it you could take. 

As soon as you walked through the front door of your building you heard it, the laughter of the girls who seemed to make it their job to make sure your life was hell. You weren’t sure what you had done to make them hate you so much, you had never even talked to them, but they still decided to target you. 

“God, look at the shit they let live in the building with us.” One of them said, although you sure it was the main girl talking. Every clique had a leader, and it was obvious that she was the leader of the group. Everyone else just decided to follow along, and maybe it was because they were scared of being on the receiving end of the girls shit. You were done being scared though, you had simply become numb to it. “What should we do? She looks like a fucking sewer rat, dripping shit all over the entrance. Disgusting.” 

You couldn’t walk fast enough, and even if you tried to, you were sure that she’d catch up. She was following right behind you, and before you could even get your foot on the first step, you were being pushed, your knee cracking loudly as it hit the edge of the stair. You didn’t make a sound, you didn’t wince, you didn’t cry, you just got back up, trying your best to focus on anything but the pain that shot through your leg as you continued walking up the stairs. 

“Now she’s an injured rat, maybe she should just put herself out of her misery. It’s not like anyone wants her here anyway.” They all laughed, like your pain and your suffering was entertainment for all of them. Maybe they were just bored… It’s not like you could do anything about it. If you said anything, it would only make things worse and no one would ever believe you… You were nobody… There wasn’t a single person who would notice if you were gone. 

“I’ll be back tomorrow morning if you want to go out and get breakfast together before class.” Seungmins voice came through the speaker of your phone as it sat on the bed. You hummed softly, not in agreement, not in disagreement either though. It was a sound only to let him know that you were there, that you were still listening. “Did you bring your umbrella with you today? It was raining really bad.” 

You hummed again, once again becoming aware of just how wet you were, your clothes soaking through to the mattress that you were sitting on. “Yeah… I’m gonna take a shower and then a nap… I’ve got a lot of studying to do… Want to be well rested.” You muttered, your voice almost robotic, but he didn’t pick up on it, or maybe he did and he just decided to ignore it. 

“Alright. Don’t study too hard. I’ll see you in the morning, I’ll pick you up.” His voice was as cheerful as usual, not a care in the world… and why would he have one? He didn’t go through what you did. He didn’t know what it was like, and he refused to believe that it happened to you… In his eyes, everything was perfect. Nothing was ever wrong because it didn’t hurt him… not personally at least. 

That’s how it always was… He either didn’t want to believe that such horrible people existed, or he just blew it off, assuming that you were making it seem worse than it actually was. That’s why you didn’t even tell him anymore. You were tired of wasting your breath, trying to call out for help, trying to get him to listen to you and be there for you. It was all pointless. Nothing would ever change… Not for you, not unless you did something… You were the only person who could help yourself. 

Your roommate wasn’t back yet, she was always out late studying. It was the perfect opportunity, the perfect time. No one would ever know, and by the time they did, it would be too late. You weren’t going to continue being tortured, you shouldn’t have to continue suffering just to make other people's lives easier, to give them their daily dose of entertainment. You shouldn’t have to go through hell just so someone’s perfect view of the world wasn’t soiled. 

Your phone was left on the bed as you went to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you and taking a deep breath. It would be over soon, it would all be over soon. It’s not like anyone wants you here anyway… Those words repeated over and over in your mind as you dug through the cabinet under the sink, pulling out the razors that you had bought a couple months before. They were purchased right before your talk with Seungmin. You had wanted so badly for him to listen to you, to tell you that everything would be okay, that he’d help you… You were wrong in wanting those things, you hadn’t gotten any of them. You weren’t sure why you had even held out this long after the talk, it’s not like anything was getting better, and you knew then that nothing would ever be better. 

The hoodie that you had been wearing was pulled off, dropping to the ground with a heavy thud, the soaking fabric creating a puddle where it landed. The shower was turned on, the spicket turned all the way to hot. If this would be your final moment, you at least wanted to be comfortable for as long as it lasted. 

Hesitating was something you did often. You hesitated when having to pick a multiple choice answer on a test. You had hesitated a little too long when you were called to the front of the class to answer a question on the board. You even hesitated when Seungmin had asked you to be his girlfriend. Hesitation was just… your thing. Not now though, you didn’t hesitate at all as you climbed into the tub, lowering yourself down into the tub. There was no reason to take pause, your decision would affect no one, no one but yourself, and the only effect it would have on you was positive. You would finally be free, and you saw nothing wrong in wanting that. 

It was much easier to sleep, to let yourself drift off knowing that you’d have no worries left, knowing that once your eyes were shut, they would be shut for good. You let your wrists fall into the water that filled up around you, focusing only on the sound of the shower, the way it felt like rain as it poured down around you. You’d be okay soon, and while you didn’t know where you’d go or what would happen next… At least you wouldn’t be in hell, at least not this one. 

“I really have to go to the bathroom, stupid rain. Just wait here, I’ll be out soon.” Your roommate said as she burst through the door, the rest of her study group drenched as they filed in behind her. She knocked once on the door to the bathroom, then once more, rocking back and forth impatiently as she waited for you to give her the okay to come in. “Fuck it!” She called out as she pushed open the door, coming to a full stop when she saw you, the bath water a dark red as it inched closer and closer to spilling over the sides. “Help! Come help me! Oh my god! Call an ambulance! Fuck! What the fuck!?” She shouted, running over to the tub and grabbing your arms, holding them above your head to try to stop the bleeding. 

The rest of them rushed in, some of them screamed when they saw you, your color almost completely drained. Others were pulling out their phones, trying to make the same call at the same time. The ones who screamed were ordered to come over and help, their hands shaking as they tried to help your roommate pull you out of the tub. The others who were on the phone were all trying to tell your roommate and the few others what to do to try to help, at least until the paramedics arrived. 

It was strange how even with all the commotion, your mind was happy. You could hear all of it, but you refused to focus on it, scared that if you did it would bring you back to the hell that you called life, the hell that you were trying to escape. “Why would she do that? Why? Are her grades bad? She could have come to study group with us!” Someone had shouted, and if you weren’t feeling so tired, you might have actually laughed. Your grades were the least of your problems, they weren’t even on your list of problems. Of course, your roommate had never believed you either, so she had probably never brought it up to the rest of her group. 

“Check… Check to see if her heart is still beating!” One of the guys shakily ordered, and your roommate pressed her fingers against your neck, her eyes squeezed shut as she tried to focus on the feeling of the faint beat that came a little too slow. Time was running out, and you felt it too, it was a good feeling, to know that soon you’d gone. There would be no more suffering, no more nights spent lying in your bed crying as you wished that someone, anyone, would understand you, that they’d just listen. 

Sirens sang outside the building and you wished that you had done it earlier, that you hadn’t even answered the call from Seungmin. Maybe if you had cut a little deeper… maybe you had been hesitating, a little bit of hope left that maybe now someone would help. Did you really want to die or did you just want things to get better? Would things even get better? At least you were feeling tired, no matter what happened now, you’d be so out of it you wouldn’t remember. Maybe you wouldn’t wake up, maybe it would still work. Maybe… 

“Dude, have you seen on twitter?” Jisung asked, leaning back in his chair as he scrolled through his phone. Seungmin was sitting across from him, more focused on his meal. “There was a freaking suicide attempt back on campus… there’s literally live updates right now.” Seungmin rolled his eyes, not nearly as impressed as Jisung for some reason was. “That looks a lot like Y/Ns building! You should call her! See if she knows what’s going on!” 

The last thing Seungmin wanted to do was bother you when you had told him you were studying, but by the way Jisung was looking at him, Seungmin knew he wouldn’t let up. “Fine… But I’m not gonna force her to look at that. She can’t handle that kind of stuff.” He mumbled, pulling his phone out of his pocket. It’s not just that you couldn’t handle it, you absolutely hated stuff like that. You couldn’t even watch horror movies without hiding in Seungmins shoulder for the better half of the movie. 

Jisung watched as Seungmin dialed your number, his knee bouncing so much under the table that Seungmin could feel it in the floor. “S-Seungmin!” A male voice came over the phone, it wasn’t you at all, and the man sounded breathless and his voice was shaky. Now, Seungmin wasn’t the type of person to jump to conclusions, but he couldn’t help but get a little worked up when he heard anyone but you on the other end of the line. 

“Who are you? Where’s Y/N?” Seungmin hissed through the phone, his fist already balled up on the table as he awaited an explanation. Knowing you it would probably be a good one, one that would have Seungmin feeling foolish while laughing about it later with you. You probably just left your phone at the cafe that you always went to… But that wouldn’t explain the urgency in the person's voice… This was someone who knew something or had done something and it wasn’t good. “Where is she?” Seungmin asked again, and he could feel Jisungs eyes on him, eating up the drama without a word, enjoying it far too much since he wasn’t the one personally involved in it. 

“Hospital… Ambulance… Lia found her… Come fast…” The man said, and then the line went silent, leaving Seungmin to put the pieces together. He reached across the table to grab Jisungs phone, still open to the twitter feed about the attempted suicide, and as he scrolled through the pictures it became quite clear to him. Your room, with the yellow tape making a big X across the door, your bed that was still made just as it had been this morning. Your bag sat on the floor next to your nightstand where you always left it… And on the nightstand table was a picture of you and him together. 

“H-Hey! Where are you going?!” Jisung shouted as Seungmin pushed away from the table, his chair falling back and crashing against the floor as he ran to the front door and pulled on his shoes. The trip that he and the guys in his club had gone on had him miles away from you, of course that’s how it would work out, why wouldn’t it be like that? He needed to be with you the most right now and it would take him hours just to get there. “What is going on?! Come on, dude! Tell me!” 

“It was her!” Seungmin shouted to Jisung, although nothing would stop him from moving forward right now. He was on a steady track and it led only to you. He wasn’t crying, not yet, for now he kept the tears at bay with nothing but anger. Anger towards himself for not being there to stop it, anger with you for doing something so stupid. Did you even know what that would have done to him? He loves you, and you were going to just take yourself away from him like that without a word? Why didn’t you talk to him? Why didn’t you tell him? What was going on that would make you think to do something like that? He didn’t get it, and that was only pissing him off more. Right now he just needed to get to you, make sure that you’d be okay. 

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“She lost a lot of blood, so we had to do a transfusion. She’ll be okay, we just need to keep watch over her, make sure everything stays good.” 

“Can I see her? Why aren’t you letting me in her room? What’s going on? Let me see her!” 

“They would like to talk to you first… Before you see her…” 

He sat in the lounge room, his hands folded on the table as he looked at the officer across from him. He didn’t know what it was about, but he tried his best to keep calm even though all he wanted to do was get to your room and sit beside you. “Kim Seungmin… You were her boyfriend, right?” The officer questioned and Seungmin narrowed his eyes as it set in that he was about to be interrogated for this shit. 

“I am her boyfriend… Present tense…” He responded, quite snarkily, but this felt like a complete waste of time to him. “Is there a reason why you’re doing this? Do you guys think someone else did this to her and set it up?” 

The cop shook his head, leaning back in his chair as he looked over Seungmin. “Where were you tonight? How did you know to come here? Seems like you came pretty fast too… Like you knew this was going to happen…” 

Seungmins eyes went wide and his jaw was slack as he stared at the officer. How could someone even insinuate that this was somehow his fault? “I was three hours away with my club. I’ve been out for almost a week going to different high schools trying to get people to apply to the university. I called her because my friend saw a bunch of posts on twitter about something happening… I didn’t know it was her until some random guy answered and told me.” He ran his hand through his hair, his teeth gritted as he closed his eyes, his composure slowly wearing thin. “I came fast because she’s my girlfriend… I’d like to think that anyone else would do the same thing. I broke a lot of traffic laws to get here as fast as I did.” 

“Do you two ever fight? Does it ever get physically violent?” The officer rapidly tapped his pen against his notebook, the sound going straight to Seungmins head, driving him absolutely crazy. The assumptions were absolutely preposterous, only fueling his anger towards the entire situation. 

“Look man, I don’t know what kind of information you’re fishing for, but I didn’t do anything. I’ve never laid my hands on her. I love her… And I really want to be with her right now. Can we be done with this?” 

“So you love your girlfriend so much, you never laid a hand on her… Yet she’s covered in bruises? If we didn’t know any better, it looks as though someone might have mistook her for a punching bag.” Seungmins stomach dropped as he listened to the officer, and while he knew that he himself hadn’t been the one to cause those marks on you, a certain rage built inside of him as he tried to think about who would hurt you like that. “Do you know of any accidents she might have been in to cause her kneecap to be entirely shattered? Do you know anything at all?” 

His head shook as his tears finally began to fall. You had never told him anything… What had happened to you while he was away? “I… I don’t know… I’d just really like to see her… Please…” His head dropped into his hands as he sobbed quietly, his body shaking with ragged breaths. 

Seungmin was no help to the investigation, and the officer quickly realized that, helping him out of his chair and then leading him out of the room, motioning towards the closed door that would soon open and reveal you to him. Were you awake yet? He had so many questions that he wanted to ask you, but the biggest question of all was why… Why would you do something like that? If you answered that one question, he’d have the answer to a lot of his other questions too. 

The nurse let him into the room, and seeing you, it had his heart breaking. You looked so weak, so fragile, your arms were completely wrapped up in gauze, your leg had been casted and hooked to a strap in the ceiling to keep it elevated. “Are you sleeping?” Seungmin whispered as he got closer to your bed, his fingers lightly brushing against yours as he stood beside you. The IV for the blood that was being pumped into you had to be inserted in one of the veins in your neck, the sight of it causing a cold chill to run up his spine. “I’m here now…” 

“Do you… believe me… now?” Your voice was so quiet, and your eyes were still shut, if there had been other people in the room he would have sworn it was someone else talking, but you were the only one there, and now he was trying to think of what you could possibly mean. “Was this… enough?” 

His hands held onto yours a little tighter as the reels in his mind turned, trying to understand what you were talking about, but nothing was coming up. “What are you talking about? I always believe you… What happened? Tell me, please… I want to help you… I don’t want this to happen again… Talk to me…” 

Your fingers twitched against his own, yet your eyes seemed to be glued shut, and even as he was watching your face, it didn’t even look like your mouth was moving even though words were coming out. “People are bad… Seungmin…” People are bad…. What does that even mean? What do you mean? Your answers were only creating more questions for him. 

“Visiting hours are over now, sir.” The nurse said from the door. He hadn’t been given enough time though, he needed to know, he needed to know what you were talking about. His head shook rapidly as he kept watching over you. He didn’t want to leave you, even if you didn’t answer any more of his questions, he wanted to stay beside you. “She needs to rest, sir… You can come back in the morning to see her. Okay?” 

It’s not like he had a choice, and he didn’t want to have to be escorted out by the officer who interrogated him, so he pressed a quick kiss to your forehead before walking backwards to the door. “I’ll be back tomorrow as early as I can… I promise. I’ll be back.” 

People are bad… He mulled over the words in his head as he walked through the parking lot and climbed into his car. What the hell did it mean? He couldn’t ask you now… And the only place he could go for any sort of answer was your dorm. Was it still taped off? It’s not like it was a crime scene… It should be open. 

The building wasn’t too far from the hospital, he was there within ten minutes, and when he pulled up he could see a group of people sitting on the bench outside smoking a cigarette. You always told him how you hated that, having to walk through the cloud of smoke just to get to the front doors, and it seemed like they would purposely blow it in your direction… People are bad… He’d always tell you that it was just the wind blowing it towards you, that people wouldn’t purposely do something like that. 

“I can’t believe she actually did that. What a fucking drama queen.” “She didn’t even write a note. It’s like she was looking for attention.” “How embarrassing for her boyfriend. He’ll probably dump her. Nobody wants to date the campus suicide risk.” “Oh please, it was embarrassing for him to date her in general. I’m sure he only did it out of pity.” “Whatever, the bitch should have cut deeper.” 

How could they talk so harshly about you? Were these the ones… the ones that you had told him about before? “Do you believe me now?” He hadn’t believed you then… If he had, would you have done this? He could have stopped them… He would have stopped them. They were still talking, loud enough for everyone to hear… And no one cared. No one cared enough to tell them to shut up, no one… You could be dead… And they talked about you like you were shit. 

“Hey, at least we’ll have a couple days out of class… You know… For like… Guidance or whatever.” “Oh yeah… We’re super torn up about it…” “If she would have done it right we’d probably have a week or two. Ugh… I swear, she’s fucking useless.” 

Red. All he saw was red as he got out of his car, slamming the door shut and going straight over to where they sat. “Shut up!” He shouted, and for a second, he thought they would keep quiet, but as soon as the initial shock wore off, they were all laughing. Their heads were thrown back as the boisterous laughter bounced off the walls of the building and rang in his ears. “I said shut up!” He screamed, and before he even realized what he was doing, his fist was cocked back and being thrown straight at the face of the girl who sat in front. 

Now, Seungmin wasn’t a violent person, not usually, but you were his girlfriend, he almost lost you, and while some might say that a college relationship means nothing, his relationship with you meant everything to him. “Hey man! What the fuck!?” One of the other girls shouted, her hand quickly moving to the main girl's face to catch the blood that trickled down her nose. “You can’t just fucking hit people like that! You’re a psycho!” 

Now it was his turn to laugh, his fists still balled up at his sides as he glared at every single person in front of him. “Really? I can’t just hit people like that but you can?!” The girl who had been hit scoffed loudly, her head rolling forward causing the blood to drip down her mouth and hang at her chin. 

“Don’t worry, he’s just the bitches boyfriend. She’s too much of a loser to fight back herself, I guess she got her boyfriend to do it for her. Or maybe she’s just not alive to do it.” She stood up from the bench, a cocky smirk on her face as she looked at him. “I guess she’s getting all the attention she wanted now. I did your bitch a favor. You’re welcome.” 

He completely lost it, he snapped, his hand flying back just to shoot forward, the smack that landed across the girl's face sounding much louder in the silence that surrounded them. “I find out any of you even so much as look at her… I’ll slit all your fucking wrists and break both your fucking knee caps. I’ll make you suffer, I’ll make you wish you were dead. I can and I will ruin you… Remember that.” 

He wasn’t this kind of person… Not before he had met you, but seeing you in the hospital bed, knowing that he had almost lost you forever, it had sparked something inside of him. He wants to protect you, he wants to keep you safe, and if that meant having to be like this… Then he’d do it without hesitation. People are bad… You weren’t wrong, people are awful… But he’d do everything and anything to keep those people away from you, to protect you from them. He’d stop at nothing to make sure that this never happens again. 

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i hope this counts as a req because you've also said you feel like writing wataru but umm let me into your heart sequel?? it ended up on wataru driving us home but like,, then what,,,, its been on my mind and i need more of it 🤞 time to become school's most popular couple,, jk,, unless??

YOU KNOW THAT I LOVE YOU [.II]

— SYNOPSIS ; The talk home and the aftermath.

CW ; NSFW, Dub-con, obsession, possessiveness, definitely not a good and healthy relationship, riding, car sex, praise kink, hints of mindbreak at the end, bullying, highschool AU (Wataru and reader are both 18 and seniors)

WORD COUNT ; 917

PAIRING ; Yandere!Popular!Wataru Hibiki x Nerd!Male!Reader

A/N ; Normally I don’t like writing sequals, but this particular ask did give me a pretty good idea on what to do so I’ve decided to execute it!

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

[PART .I]

It was silent between you two. You stared out the window and watched the houses pass by. Every time a street lamp passed by, the light it emitted lighted up your skin. Tonight, everything seemed to be so tranquil.

“Bookworm.”

Wataru's voice pulled you out of your trance. As you settled into your seat, you turned to face him.

“..Yeah?”

Wataru glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a faint cheeky grin on his face.

“Why don’t you write your number on my arm? I should have a pen in the glove compartment.”

Your eyes locked onto the glove compartment right in front of you. Did you really want to do this? You never wanted to get involved with this guy. There was no turning back if you got that pen.

“Wataru, I don’t want to get involved with you. Just let this be a one-night stand or something and—“

You screamed and held onto the door handle as the car swerved to the right. Before you even considered trying to exit the vehicle, Wataru switched the vehicle off and locked the doors as it came to a stop alongside the nearly deserted road. Out of confusion, you turned to face the drama king, but as soon as you saw his arm extend toward you, you quickly sank back into your seat.

“Wataru!?”

Wataru pulled on your shirt, exposing the love bites peppering all over your neck.

“There’s no turning back now, pup, you were mine the moment you gave yourself to me,” Hibiki cooed, pulling you by the shirt to bring your face closer to his, “I belong to you, and you belong to me!”

Your world grew dark and hectic after that car ride with the popular drama king. 

No matter where you were or how hard you tried to avoid him, he found his way to you and drag you everywhere with him. He made you eat lunch with his huge clique full of other popular people. You dreaded that the most, the way some would give you dirty looks and some would just blatantly act as though you weren’t there.

Sometimes you successfully escape and hide in the bathrooms, eating your school lunch alone.

Other times, Hibiki would find you and fuck you in one of the bathroom stalls.

You couldn't hide amongst the crowd you’d normally be in. You stuck out like a sore thumb now. Everyone knew your name. They knew you as Hibiki Wataru’s little, nerdy boyfriend.

Mostly everyone praised your relationship, naming you two as the cutest, cliché relationship in the entire school. The popular kid dating a nobody.

Wataru Hibiki had you trapped in a cage you couldn’t find a way out of. 

As you bounced on Wataru's cock, soft whimpers and moans came pouring out of your mouth like waterfalls. Your cheeks burned as your hardened dick followed the rhythm you had set, tapping at your stomach with each bounce. Wataru sat back in the car seat, hands firmly resting on your hips, watching you while biting his lip in arousal.

“Such a good little puppy, aren’t you? Keep going.. just like that~” Wataru hissed as your hole clenched around his cock in response to his praise. You were so adorable. You enjoyed the praise he breathed out, didn’t you?

“Love your cock, mmf!” Your breath caught in your throat as Wataru’s hips jerked up into yours, catching you off guard. As his hold on your waist grew tighter, you immediately gave in and lay on his chest.. His hips rocked upwards, fucking his cock into your hole as you moaned and whimpered into his ear. Sounds of smacking flesh filled the car as a thick atmosphere formed around you two.

He was going to come again, and he was going to make sure he fills you to the brim.

“Alright, pretty baby, I’m gonna fuck you fuuull of my cum~” 

“Yes, yes! Please, I need your cum inside of me!” You begged and begged as you ground back on his cock as much as you could. Your hardened cock twitched as it rubbed against the fabrics of your clothing.

His cock plunged into you relentlessly, balls smacking against your ass as his arms wrapped around your body to keep you still. His pace had grown reckless as he came close to release, determined to bring you over the edge just from him fucking your ass alone.

Wataru groaned as his cock pumped and ejaculated semen deep into you while pressing your hips against his to ensure that not a single drop escaped from your fucked-out hole. A second later, when your dick twitched and painfully pumped out a small stream of sperm, you let out a hoarse cry. Few tears fell down your cheek as you realized you came right on your boyfriend's expensive shirt.

You embraced him and kissed his neck as you mumbled a string of apologies.

When you looked this adorable, he couldn't possibly be angry with you.

Wataru massaged your back as he shallowly thrusted into you, drawing a whine out of you. Cum dribbled out of your hole and landed on the seat.

“This won’t be hard to clean. Don’t worry about it. You were such a good boy to take all of my cum like that. That’s as much as an apology you can offer~”

You sniffled and nodded your head, resting your head on the nape of his neck as he continued to thrust into your ass.

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[woeswrites]

Yandere Hannibal Lecter

Warnings: Alluding towards torture, Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors,

Notes: Hannibal's done! A fic idea I had shortened down into whatever this is lol

Hannibal sure loved his dinner parties

Needless to say the community did too

To satiate the numerous requests for more he'd decided it was time to out-do himself yet again

A gathering to celebrate summer solstice would do

He'd spend a considerable amount of time in preparation

Handwritten invitations

A completely unique menu

And last but certainly not least, the gathering of ingredients

As he finished off the last of the swine he could already see his vision coming together

'The day of' quickly approached

Hours he spent slaving away in the kitchen

Finally he'd be able to enjoy himself and entertain his guests

He'd meticulously picked out his visitors for this event

You were very much not among those he'd selected

His eyes trained against your figure

A simple glance and nothing would have been amiss

But Hannibal was not the average onlooker

One by one he picked up on curiosities about you

Your darting eyes scoping out the place

Your suit, new but definitely not costly enough to fit in with the rest of the crowd

And one last thing, that fancy watch of yours

Hannibal excused himself from the clique who had entrapped him with their formalities

A few quick greetings here and there and he was by your side

"Forgive me, but I cannot seem to remember your name. All the party planning must be clouding my memory."

You were quite surprised at the host's appearance

Its not like you were in a group of people

On the contrary, you were alone, on the outskirts of the room

"No need to ask forgiveness. This is actually our first time meeting. Y/n-- Monroe's plus one. It's nice to meet you."

Hannibal gracefully accepted your handshake

He didn't feel the need to mention that he'd already encountered Monroe and his companion that night

That would ruin the fun

He'd strike up a conversation, all the basics (weather, occupation, etc.)

It was safe to say Hannibal didn't believe the accountant lie

He felt your callouses earlier, those were hands of labor

But, yet again, that was something he kept to himself for the time being

By the time you started looking a little antsy someone was calling for Hannibal

"Hostly duties. I hope to catch you again before the party's over Mr. L/n. Do try some of the horderves, I hear the chef's fantastic."

As soon as you escaped the interaction you were back at it

Scanning the various rooms for anything light enough that was worth taking

Elite parties like this were like taking candy from a baby

It's not like these millionaires would notice a few pieces of jewelry missing anyways

Especially not while they were off getting drunk with their friends

Hey, even if they did

You'd soon be gone without a trace

Or at least you thought so

While everyone else was mingling downstairs you'd managed to worm your way into the master bedroom

Luckily you'd brought a pretty bulky satchel with you

Everything and anything that looked valuable was slipped inside the bag

While questioning whether or not the gold candle holders were worth the space they'd take up you heard something

Footsteps

The function was still thriving downstairs (as evident from all the chatter and music)

Perhaps a random partygoer felt the urge to explorex

You weren't too worried about it before they started sounding closer

And closer

It was evident they were heading your way

It was too late to hide

They were practically already here

You quickly clasped your satchel together again before the man fully stood before you

"Well look at what we have here."

"Hannibal! You're just the man I had wanted to see. I have completely gotten lost. Where's your bathroom?"

Your sheepish smile did nothing to convince the man in front of you

Instead he'd locked the door behind him

"If you're trying to be secretive about your motives, maybe you should be careful about wearing your spoils before you've fully left the scene of the crime."

Hannibal points at the watch on your wrist

You might have been wearing it but it was definitely his

You tried to rectify your actions

You clearly had never been caught before

All of the goods were thrown onto the ground

You backed away, begging him to forgive you for you actions

"You know, I really hate the rude. I don't know what more ill-mannered than stealing."

Hannibal approached slowly, rolling up his sleeves

You tried backing away but couldn't get too far

"I'm sorry-- I'm so so sorry!"

"No you aren't. But you will be."

Just like that you were out

It took a second for you to realize you were awake again, your vision obscured by some sort of cloth

Hannibal would eventually reveal your surroundings

You were in his basement, a sight not many were privy to

It probably had something to do with the meats hanging down there

You had to fight the bile that rose up your throat

Hannibal grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at him

"We're gonna shape you into a good boy. No matter how long it takes."

He wheeled a cart over to you, the tools a little too fuzzy for you to make out with how bad your head hurt

"Don't look so scared. A little cooperation and maybe this won't hurt so bad Mylimasis."

He'd break you down over time

There was no other option

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[hana-no-seiiki]

PITYF*CKING

tw/cw: 16+ only please / 15 below + ageless blogs dni!! implied seggs nothing explicit (so don’t put a mature label on my post tumblr staff smh), fem! reader, fem! yandere.

more yan college aka midnight darling content before i go night night. it happens to be wednesday so have an old wlw draft i’ve been working on.

for new readers: midnight darling is where my college based ocs are from. If you’re interested in learning more about them please check out the first tag on this post!

You were always somewhat jealous of Ella Morin. Her ability to go unnoticed everywhere she went was quite a feat. It wasn’t because she was considered conventionally unattractive (quite the opposite in fact, you would consider Ella to be one of the most attractive people in Mediasnoches), or her gloomy aura. It was because she was so incredibly meek and quiet that no one could notice her when she entered a room.

The biggest preference towards isolation didn’t seem to bother her as well. She seemed to enjoy being alone and abhor it when people approached her. You knew that yourself as you has tried to recruit her into your clique when you first met in Zoology.

“Hey honey,” You drawled. Each syllable practiced and precise to the sensation you wished to evoke. Communication; speech was a talent and you proudly excelled in it. “Want to join my team? We’re looking for a fourth and you seem like the perfect addition.”

Sadly, despite your well performed invitation nothing could beat the dozens of eyes that glared down at her for even breathing at your direction. “…I-I’m sorry. I think- um- Maybe ask that other person first? They look like they want to join you is all…”

“Honey, I . . .” Before you could even affirm your desire to have her and not some other rando, Ella quickly packed her belongings and disappeared.

You, like most things you did to Ella, did ask her out of pity. But your pride seethed at her reply.

You never, ever get rejected.

You take one look at a belonging she dropped. On a first look it seemed just like any other lipstick case. But upon further inspection . . .

Oh, she’ll really want to have this back, judging from it’s used, almost abused appearance.

And you knew just the way to give it to her.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

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[ateezscupid]

1 in story prompt + 6 in smut with yeosang? ty!!

1. Yes, you used to be in love with a vampire, but you were just seventeen, and emotions were running high. You broke it off with him before you left for college, and although it was weird to go back to the real world, you knew it was the right thing to do. But then students at your college begin to go missing. Bodies are found on campus drained of blood. You've had enough when your roommate and your new boyfriend disappear. It's time to put on some garlic, grab a stake, and end this relationship. You just hope you can resist his irresistible charms.

6. “My tongue still remembers the way you taste.”

desirable ✩ yeosang 𝗑 f!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

ATEEZ PROMPT FEST

plot - your ex-boyfriend will try anything to get you back—even if it means killing people.

genre - smut, yandere!yeosang

warnings - mentions of death/killing, dom!yeo, sub!reader, neck biting, choking, mentions of blood, possessiveness, obsessiveness, unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), begging

wc - n/a

tags - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna check pinned for tag list info!

college was way different than you imagined it to be. Cliques filled with the popular kids and filled with the football and soccer kids, but they weren’t mean, so you didn’t complain.

it was weird being back on earth after so long. it’s a long story to explain, so let’s summarize. you fell in love with a vampire during a trip with your family, and ever since then, you’ve been in what looked like a completely different world from your normal one. it was filled with vampires, which wasn’t surprising since your boyfriend told you he would take you to his home.

oh right, your boyfriend. or your ex-boyfriend, yeosang. you met the day you went on the trip for your birthday. a trip to the mountains with a few of your other friends, jennie and san. you didn’t expect to meet such a handsome man in the mountains; your parents always told you it was filled with rednecks.

everything about him had you falling in love. you loved his curly black hair and his pretty golden eyes, or red eyes. they’d always change color, and with every color they were, you loved them. he wasn’t that much taller than you, but you still loved how your head would fall on his chest whenever he’d hug you.

that was another thing about yeosang, his bear hugs. for a vampire, his hugs were terrific. his strong arms around your body, his chest against your head, and his body entirely warming yours. you could’ve hugged him forever.

yeosang convinced you to leave everything behind and join him in his world; a world without drama like yours. a world where you would be accepted for your who you are and a world where you’d be with him forever. being 17, you didn’t realize the risk of this but agreed to leaving with him anyway. of course, he waited for your trip to be over so you still had time to spend with your family and friends.

once your trip had ended, he took you to a cemetery you were unfamiliar with. he brought you to his grave, one of many, and told you to place your hand on it. hesitantly you did so, and felt yeosang’s hand above yours. what felt like a few seconds, but was really hours, you opened your eyes to a completely different world.

you assumed it was a world for people, or beings, like him with powers that would confuse the average human. obviously in his eyes, you weren’t the average human.

he showed you around his home. beautiful wasn’t enough to describe this place, it kind of resembled story book villages in a way. it was small and quiet, but the sounds of laughter and people made you want to stay here. yeosang loved how your face lit up upon seeing his world, and he hoped in his heart that you’d stay with him.

but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.

by the time you had turned 18, you felt extremely homesick. yeosang tried his best to make you feel at home, but it didn’t work. his efforts didn’t do much. you missed your parents, your friends. you didn’t know if you had just gone missing or if there was someone replacing you in the human world. either way, you wanted to leave.

you went to the same place you before when you first came to this world, and placed your hand on a tree nearby. you made sure to leave yeosang a note explaining why you were leaving him, which you knew would probably make him confused but you didn’t have time to explain.

just as you were about to leave, yeosang was running up the hill trying to reach you. he grabbed your hand and begged you not to leave, but you couldn’t stay. you couldn’t stay in this place with him anymore without your family and friends. and not only that, but it was only a matter of time until yeosang decided to bite you. you didn’t want that.

you take your hand out of his hold and sag your last goodbyes before leaving and returning to your world. surprisingly, it was like you had never left. everyone acted as if you had been here the year you were gone. you didn’t want to worry too much about it.

you were home. finally home. you could start college and you could get your life back together and not worry about yeosang.

you were free. but not for long.

it was 7:00. san should’ve been here by now. he promised he’d pick you up at 5:30, but he was nowhere to be found. and jennie wasn’t answering your calls? what was going on?

they seemed perfectly fine during class, alive and well. what could’ve happened in the past four hours that caused them to not answer any of your calls or texts? it was odd. you tried brushing it off and thinking they were busy with something, but this was unusual even for them. they’d never ignore your calls for this long.

you walk over to your window and look out to see if you could catch one of them walking to your dorm. maybe their phones died and they weren’t able to reach a charger? that’s believable.

maybe your suspicions were right and they were hooking up behind your back! even though both jennie and san denied it, it could always happen. even though jennie and san hated each others guts, you were allowed to have your suspicions.

as you looked out the window, you saw a pair of eyes staring back at you. it was weird how you could see them so clearly considering it was dark outside. you became more uncomfortable when they started moving toward the doors of your building.

immediately you closed your window and shut the blinds, running out to your kitchen and grabbing a knife. if this was the person who was taking all of those students then you needed to be prepared if they tried coming for you. on any other day, it would’ve been some random student but it was different. those eyes were staring directly at your window as if they were waiting for you to look.

you could only assume it was the person who was doing these things to the students, or it was yeosang. his eyes would turn red sometimes. it had to have been him. it didn’t make sense for it to be anyone else? you’re nice to everyone and nobody has a reason to make you their enemy, so why would-

“knock knock.” a voice rang from outside your dorm. you whipped your head over and tighten your grip on your knife. looking to your right, there was an unopened bag of garlic. vampires didn’t like garlic, right? you could use that. you snatch the bag off of the counter and slowly move toward the door, reaching a hand out to grab the door knob.

“it’s me, y/n.” the voice spoke. it was yeosang. maybe he was visiting and it coincidentally was around the same time students at your college were going missing and their blood was drained from their bodies? no biggie!

you open the door. there he is, standing in all his glory. his gorgeous black orbs and his pretty black hair, then his outfit that actually resembled the victorian era nicely.

god, he looked delicious. wait, you have a boyfriend. why are you thinking about things like this?

you try shutting the door but yeosang caught it quickly, digging his nails into the wood and forcing the door open. that alone caused you to drop everything you had in your hands. he saw the garlic drop on the ground and started laughing.

“did you really think garlic would get rid of me? darling, i’m a vampire, not a storybook character. garlic doesn’t hurt me.” he caressed your cheek gently.

“why are you here? i said i was breaking up with you and i meant it! i’ve already moved on so we can’t date!”

“oh, you’re adorable.” yeosang slams the door behind him as he enters.

“you don’t seem to understand, my love. you’re mine. your body is full of me just like mine is full of yours. everything about you is mine. dating or not, you belong to me.”

“i belong to no one,” you take a step back, which triggered yeosang to step forward. “you need to get over me.”

“i licked it so it’s mind.” he blurted out, your cheeks turning pink. “you can’t get away from me now. we mated, don’t you remember? you can never get rid of me.”

“y-you’re fucking insane, cant you hear yourself?! who would want to date someone who acts like you?!”

he narrows his eyes and takes a deep breath. “i know you’re a bit startled, so i wont get mad—”

“startled doesn’t even begin to—you went around my fucking college kidnapping people and killing them! why the hell would i—in what fucking world—” you paused, closing your eyes and trying to calm yourself down. “in what universe do you believe i’d ever get back with you after the shit you pulled?”

“in this universe. you cant resist me baby.” out of nowhere, his hand is wrapped around your neck and he’s pinning you against the door. as much as you want to fight back, you couldn’t help but get turned on.

“my tongue still remembers the way you taste.” he lifted your chin and forced you to look at him. those words alone made you want him even more.

“i-it does?” you mumble, avoiding eye contact. “can you prove it?”

“of course—”

“after you tell me what you did with jennie and san. i know they couldn’t have just disappeared out of nowhere, you did something to them!”

yeosang’s lip twitched, and he tightened his grip around your throat. you were being choked and you could care less. he leaned closer, his nose poking yours. his lips were inches away from yours and you desperately wanted to feel them again. you wanted to feel his soft ones against yours. you needed him so bad.

it was like he was going over your mind. he smashed his lips against yours, and you kissed back, his hand leaving your neck and moving to your midsection. he leads you away from the door and toward the sofa, sitting down and pulling you into his lap. he kisses up and down your neck, thumbs rubbing slow circles on your skin.

“yeosang,” you whine. his aroma was so intoxicating. he smelled like whiskey, flowers, and candles. it was an odd mixture but a favorable one nonetheless.

“i love your body so much,” he rasps against your neck, nestling into it. “i missed it so much.”

“show me how much,” you rumor against his lips. he drones and clutches your shirt, pulling up and over your head and tossing it on the floor. he gazed at your chest, bringing one nipple into his mouth and massaging your breasts.

“love,” he murmured. “your body is amazing. get these off,” he messes around with your pants, and you undo the knot, standing up for a second to remove them. they pooled at your feet while yeosang gaped at your body. so ravishing, all for him.

you posed back on his lap, rolling your hips on the bulge growing in his pants to feel friction. his hands went across your body while yours dragged down his, tugging at them before pressing your hand underneath. a groan left his lips when he felt you palm him. you grin at the noise he made.

“fuck, you’re so hard….” you whisper. “were you holding off for me?”

“very much so.” he huffs, lips shifting back into your nipple. “i missed you so much, words can’t describe it.” he licked and sucked on your nipple, resulting in your wetness pooling in your delicates. yeosang notices the dampness on his pants, and he can’t help but chuckle. getting yourself, all worked up for him.

“on your knees,” he instructs, and you do so without reluctance. you unbuckled his pants and yanked them down. he raised his hips to aid you, and his cock sprang into your face. you were sure he wasn't this big before.

“did you get bigger?” you glance at him. yeosang chuckles and tangles his fingers in your hair.

“don’t ask questions. get to it.”

“demanding much?” you grinned as you lower your head, opening your mouth and welcoming his cock inside. you closed your lips around him, tasting the saltiness of his precum on your tongue. yeo groaned loudly at the warmth of your mouth and began thrusting his hips at a steady pace. he didn’t want to overwhelm you since he assumed you hadn’t blown anyone since the last time you two had been together. and he was right, you hadn’t.

“fuck, you’re doing great.” he’s going down your throat little by little. you didn’t realize how easy it would be, but it felt nice. it was nice knowing you could please him after so long. you place your hands on his thighs and hollow your cheeks. that one action made his hips stutter.

“your mouth feels so good.” he tangles his fingers in your hair and pushes your head down further, causing you to gag on his length. he felt your nails dig into his thigh as he hit the back of your throat. he was worried about hurting you, but you knew to tap him when it became too much.

“fuck, yes…” yeo’s head falls backward, his hips moving at an erratic pace. his head felt like it was spinning as he neared his high. just when he was about to release in your mouth, he pulls your head off of him. you gave him a confused look.

“why’d you—” your sentence was interrupted when he lifts you and throws you onto the couch, a hand trapping your wrists together and pinning them above your head as he got in between your legs.

“i haven’t seen you in years, i couldn’t wait.” his tip brushed against your clit. “tell me what you want.”

“y-you should already know.” his hand finds its way back to your neck, wrapping around it and squeezing tightly. his face was now inches away from yours.

“don’t act stupid.” yeosang whispers into your lips, goosebumps appearing on your skin as his hips rolled against yours. his mouth makes its way toward your neck and he bites down gently. not enough for his fangs to go through, but enough to pinch.

“yeo, p-please.” you grip his shoulders. “please f-fuck me, i’ll do anything.”

without words, he lined himself up and eased inside of you. his hand which was on your neck was now sliding up and down on your thigh. you hissed being stretched out by his length. it had been so long since you’ve felt like this, you felt like you were floating.

“let me take care of you.” he smiled against your neck, opening his mouth and pressing his fangs against your skin. “you’re mine. nobody else can have you.” you felt them pierce through your skin as he began thrusting, a mix of pain and pleasure courting through your body.

“i-i…love you so so so much,” you whine. he groans as blood pooled in his mouth. he pulled back and looked you in the eyes.

“i love you too, pretty.”

@cup1dtiny ✯✧✯

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[i-cant-sing]

Okay, but reader making Yandere Oikawa give special thank yous to certain fangirls "she liked the most" each day. But in reality she convinced them to chill a little or give her alone time, in exchange for putting in a good word with Oikawa for them

-👑

No but its so funny. Oikawa's fanclub is massive, that's why it also has its own cliche groups with typical hierarchy. There's the nerds, the cheerleaders, the jocks/athletes, the bimbos, the loners, the miscellaneous.

The cheerleaders and the jocks are the worst because they are not willing to negotiate with you at all. What they want, they get. That's why, if they tell you to do something, it's not up for discussion. You're either gonna do it or they're gonna punish you, and then you're gonna do it.

It's the nerds and the loners who are easier to talk to. They know how it is to be looked down upon, to not get things that you want, to be pushed around and threatened and intimidated. When you offer them a sweet deal, a good negotiation, they are willing to listen because theyd do anything for Oikawa's attention. They won't give you a mile, but they are willing to give you an inch, and even that's something you could use right now.

You could tell them that you'd put in a good word to Oikawa for them if let you go home early, or don't follow you around, or just leave you alone for a day or two. They'll listen, pretend to contemplate even if they'd already made up their mind before agreeing.

Once Oikawa gives them the time of the day, maybe a hand on the shoulder or personally thanking them for taking such good care of you, maybe even a small compliment, then they're more willing to go easy on you with the yandereness.

But you gotta make sure that other cliques don't find out about your little deal with the other group. Because if they find out, it's a whole ass murder spree in the fanclub. Obviously, you're not gonna be let off easy either. No, you're gonna be punished as well, albeit not as harshly because you are the "baby" they need to look after and they had told you to listen to all of them.

He pretends he doesnt notice it, byt Oikawa is having the time off his life watching the insane politics and fights unravel in his fanclub while you try not to have breakdowns.

He wished a reality show could be made on yall.

^the cameraman watching the girls bitchslap each other while Oikawa laughs and eats popcorn, and you're in the corner because someone duct taped you to the fucking walk to prevent you from leaving them.

#yandere oikawa #yandere oikawa tooru #yandere aoba johsai #yandere haikyuu

[vergilthelibrarian]

Did I do good?

Yandere!JaeminxGhost!Reader

(I use she/her pronouns for the reader here)

Content Warning: MURDER!!!!

I thought up this little short story when I was taking a shower yesterday and decided to write it. I’m shit at creating OCs so I decided to turn it into a small fanfic lol

Enjoy ^^

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His breathing was harsh.

He only had one thing on his mind.

Kill her.

He put all of his body weight on the young woman who was thrashing around, screaming her lungs out, but who would her? This part of the woods was known to be isolated. And because of that isolation, everyone knew to never come here in fear of meeting death.

She felt stupid for trusting the young man. She had known him in high school as they were both in their respective popular cliques while in high school.

The young man had randomly messaged her on Instagram, having followed each other during their school days, asking if she wanted to catch up. The young woman said, of course, said yes. She always found the young man cute growing up and couldn’t help the stupid smile the grow on her lips when she would see his Instagram posts, seeing just how handsome he has become. Why would she turn this opportunity down?

She didn’t see anything wrong when he told her that he wanted to go to the isolated area of the woods since their group of friends would hang out there to smoke.

She trusted the young man, but that trust is now the reason why she is pinned to the ground by his body weight alone. Why she is screaming for help, her voice quickly going hoarse. Why tears are streaming down her cheeks at breakneck speed.

She swore the young man looked as though he was in a trance. He didn’t look all that there. His breathing was shaky, and it looked like as though he was listening to someone.

“NO!” she yelled as calloused hands wrapped around her throat.

“You killed her...” he stated in a low, deep voice.

“W-What?!” the young woman asked, fear now being replaced with confusion.

The young man repeated himself.

“You killed her,” he said. “You killed her. You killed her. You killed her,” he repeated, anger seeping into his voice as he continues saying those three words.

You. Killed. Her.

And that’s when the young woman remembered and the blood in her body went cold.

How did he know that?

The only people that were there was her and her 3 friends.

That weird bitch had it coming!

She deserved it! She deserved it!

The young man’s calloused hands unwrapped around the young woman’s neck and slid up her face.

He was quiet as his thumbs forced itself into her eyes, her screams turning inhuman. His face was blank, but his eyes was filled with fury, with complete rage. The young woman body thrashed violently, but there was nothing she could do. Her voice soon gave out and the thrashing turned into twitching before her heart abruptly stopped beating.

The young man looked up, his eyes meeting the ghostly figure of a young woman. His eyes and tone of voice looking for approval as he asked, “Did I do good?”

The ghost smiled gently, her eyes filled with warmth and joy.

“You did wonderful.”

The young man smiled brightly in response, wanting nothing more than to continue fulfilling his dead lover’s wishes.

#I’ve been reading william blake lately #I blame dmc 5 because of it lol but i really dig his poetry #yandere jaemin #yandere nct dream #yandere nct #jaemin x reader #nct dream x reader #nct x reader

[macsimagines]

Yandere bajifuyu basically befriending a social outcast (read adopting onsight) and then scaring off anyone that wants to talk to her bc in their eyes they are just gonna take advantage of her?

(poly bajifuyu hell ya! -Ms.Mac)

Yandere!Bajifuyu

You're the most well guarded darling in the world. No one can fuck with you now. Not that they were ever going to since you pretty much avoided people to begin with.

You don't know if it was your attitude, or maybe you're appearance but no one really payed you much mind and you had resigned yourself to being alone.

But for whatever reason Baji and Chifuyu couldn't let you be in peace. It's your own fault for butting into a fight you had no business in.

Chifuyu loved the way you wouldn't go down, and Baji thought you were a certifiable badass for helping when you didn't need to.

After that you were part of the clique. Now you're stuck turtoring these two morons and they're invading your personal space at all hours of the day.

Baji is sitting behind you with his arms wrapped around you stomach and Chifuyu just lounges across your lap like some kind of cat.

They're convinced you're too good for the world and they're here to protect you. You're a diamond in the rough, how lucky are you that they found you and not someone with bad intentions?

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere chifuyu #yandere chifuyu matsuno #yandere Keisuke Baji #yandere baji

[fishermanshook]

MY DUMBASS DELETED THE FUCKING REQUEST IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭

anyways…

yan!mercenary who’s like Kafka x gn!reader

I’m so sorry but I literally have never played LC before 😭😭😭, grammar and spelling warning!

The Mercenary is a cold and selfish person who had killed many in the past. His heart is as cold as ice and would’ve stayed that way if he never had gone to the manor.

If he had never met you.

—

What do you do when you fall in love? When your head over heals? Probably not gaslight, guilt trip, and possibly kill over it. Right?

But Naib Subedar has never been in love, nor has he (probably) ever seen it. So when you manage to befriend him (despite the handful of people who told you not to…) you hadn’t realized what you were getting yourself into.

He enjoys teasing and flirting with you just to see what kind of reaction you give him. Seeing if you’ll get all defensive (which he loves) or if you’ll go beet red in the face (which he adores).

He LOVES showing off and managing to impress you. He carried you to the exit gate once because you were hurt and he “didn’t want you to get injured more then you already were”. You were all red and trying to cover your face with your hands and he thinks it’s the cutest thing ever. You mumble a little “thank you” before he puts you down to enter in the code to the gate. He’s got a smirk plastered on his face as he leaves with your hand in his.

When this man gets obsessed, he gets OBSESSED. And while I’m sure that you can say that about any yandere, Naib wouldn’t hesitate to pull out all the stops on trying to get you to himself.

He thinks that this is just him showing how much he loves and care about you. How he adores you and you alone. How nobody could ever replace you, and that you’ve stolen his heart and are keeping it captive. The Mercenary doesn’t know the difference.

He’s possessive, obviously. Assuming that you don’t have a clique or many close friends in the manor, he won’t hesitate to spread rumors. Saying that he overheard one of your friends say something negative about you, and that you should probably drop them.

Wouldn’t waste a second if he had to kill someone. When he sees you getting too close with someone, their a goner.

You soon realize that all of your friends/crushes are either dead or don’t wanna go near you in fear of getting killed themself. The only person who you can interact with nowadays is Naib, who would’ve guessed!!!

But by the time you notice, it’s too late. Naib’s got you all to himself now. And with everyone else who’s left him in his life (either willingly or unwillingly…) he won’t let you go so easily. No, not this time and not the next.

Not till death does thy part.

note: hahaha get it? cause they can’t die??? hahahaha so funny!!! (also I am SO sorry again I did NOT mean to delete this persons request) (also this request was total shit IM SO SORRY 😭😭😭) (I really hope this person sees it and likes it)

(2023)©️fishermanshook — do not steal, translate, plagiarize, or repost my work on any other platform

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[shini--chan]

How about an reader who is an country.

Allies?

She has a lot of diamonds, gold/silver and unique jewelry but that's all her country has to offer. She sits most of the time like "I wished I had something else than diamonds!" and she sitts next to other countries that have not so much.

Yandere Hetalia - Resources

For this asignment, I'm just gonna pick a few country I think best fit in this role. Makes more sense than taking the allies in this case.

America

Alfred would low-key instigate a civil war in your country, fund the side more favourable towards him until them come to power and then make you depend on US aid for the rest of your life while he has all the diamonds and gold shipped to his house while you get pennies for it. If civil war wouldn't work, then he would contruct a chain of events that would lean to a US military intervention with the same outcome as the scenario above. All the while he'll pat you on the back. Chin up though, you'll get designer clothes, just ignore that they are second hand and that the previous owner wasn't kind to them.

If you would behave and chant all the scripted lines, then he would take you over to his place, keep you close and distract you with parties and glitter and glamour. You would be his trophy wife and while it wouldn't be obvious, you would still be regarded as inferiour, a poor third world country that would only be tolerated and appreciated as long as it would hang on the umbelicate cord of American charity.

While he would tout you in public and be so kind and loving on the world stage, behind closed curtains he would be down-right parentalistic. You would be infantalised, toeing out of line would be punished, and he wouldn't tolerate you socialising out of his chosen clique of people/nations. And if you really wouldn't behave, then he could also lay on thick with the sanctions, and since you would be fully dependant on him to beginn with, you would have no choice but to give it to his demands if you would want to survive.

He would use your nation as a dumping ground, making sure it is such a mess that you wouldn't want to return to it. Alfred would also prevent any third parties from helping you. Other than that, he would use your country as a setting to make what is called "poverty porn".

England

Step one Arthur would offer to trade with you at first, though he would slowly insert himself in the business of whatever material you are exporting, fixing things to suit his needs. Though that what only be if you were stronger than him; if that wouldn't be the case, then skip to step three.

Step two. He would wait until you are complacent and exploit internal power struggles amongst the nobility and play favourites. He would play the stupid, inferiour and unwashed barbarian, making your people think that they can use him and his armies and resources for their own gain, but the reality would be the other way around - they would be just pawn in a game where the end goal is to conquer you.

Step three. Emgland use a economic player to carve you futher up by armed means, i.e you would have the British East Indies Company on your pourch, and said company would bit by bit bring you under their control. You wouldn't be able to complain about a foreign nation occupying you because that simply won't be the case

Then he would slowly bring you under his total control. There would be a strict behavioural code you would have to abide by just to get him to treat you somewhat decently and even if you would stick to the letter, it still wouldn't be enough because you wouldn't be exactly like him.

Germany

To Ludwig, you would become a servant he wouldn't be able to dispense of. When you would come to complain to him of having so many riches, he would view you as a spoiled brat and therefore would trigger a train of events that would lead you into his service. For that, he would probably conspire with some other European nation that would either be indebt to him or view him favourably. Aside from giving you your new found purpose in life, he would happily relief you of your excesses.

Would be a harsh taskmaster and since he would develop a strong if very twisted liking in you, would have you somehow attend to him the whole day, every day. If you would point out the hypocracy of him labelling you spoiled, yet having you dote him, he would spout some ludicrous scientific theory that would "justify" him treating you as an inferiour.

He would forbid you from speaking your own language, except if he wanted to be entertained by the "funny" way you speak. Generally, he would be patronising and condecending towards your culture. Ludwig would even go as far as to say that most of your problems were self-inflicted and could have easily been avoided if you had a more adjusted personality.

This would all be during the colonial era. After the world wars and after having to relinquish you, his behaviour towards you would be completely different.

Japan

Unlike the other three, this relationship would be very complex and long in the making. Probably would first encounter you in the wakgou era, when he would be playing the part of pirate and raid you repeatedly. Perhaps there he would meet you for the first time, get a taste of your character.

This would be the foundation of an uneasy relationship between the two of you. On a large part, you would be more antagonistic towards him than vis versa. As for Kiku, he would mostly find the whole affair amusing and would take pleasure in needling you, in his own strange ways. It would commonly be discreet, other times overt, but always organised in a fashion where only few people would believe you. Between the two of you, he would chide you and claim that he's being so generous by revealing his hidden facets, and that you should reciprocate.

When you would openly reveal your vast deposits of riches, he would be suspious at first - he would think you are playing a game with him and he would be right. It would be part of political game designed with your allies with the aim being to conquer him. Though, he wouldn't be opposed to playing - if he would win, he would be able to claim ownership over you and use you to his own ends.

Rome

Would have invaded you anyway, you being harebrained enough to brag about your diamonds and gold would have only given him all the more incentive to send tbe army. Would see it as an oppotunity to introduce to introduce you to actual civilazation. Therefore he would take you back to Rome with you and keep you as an exotic pet/servant. You would be something he would show off at parties, flaunt as army candy.

Your resources would go into filling the state coffers. Meanwhile, he would have you assimilate to his customs - he would have you worshipping his gods and abiding by his laws and customs. He would have you tend to him, have you give your life to him while it wouldn't be the other way around. If you don't like his partying and mistresses and conquests, then tough luck for you. However, if you were to take a lover or the sort, then he wouldn't hesitate to make an example of them

#yandere hetalia #yandere america #yandere england #yandere rom #yandere japan #yandere germany #x reader #yandere x reader #hetalia