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jenna0rtega27 · 1 month

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Cool!! Okay could you maybe do a yandere Jenna Ortega x fem reader where reader and Jenna are friends with benefits and reader is flirting with someone and Jenna gets jealous and it gets extremely yandere but then it ends with really fluffy smut thank you!!!!

(Btw Jenna is a dom and reader is a sub!)

You are the only one I love

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Thank you for asking 18+ Yandere Jenna x F!Reader Summary: Request Warning: Yandere!Jenna, smut, fingering, dom!Jenna, sub!Reader, jealousy, mention of choking, rough sex Note: This is my first Yandere character so I'm sorry if it's bad Number of words : 2770

You are in a bar with Emma Myers, Hunter Doohan and her husband, Georgie Farmer, Joy Sunday, Naomi Ogawa, Oliver Watson, Johanna Watson and Jenna Ortega. You all participated in the cast of Wednesday and it was the best experience of your entire life.

You are all very good friends but there is one person where it is more than friendship. Sure enough, you and Jenna met on set and immediately became very good friends. After 3 months of filming, you and Jenna had decided to become friends with benefits. So you would fuck from time to time in his trailer or yours. But over the months, you had felt more than friendship after each fuck. Your feelings increase each time for the little brunette. You have a huge crush on her but you know that's not the case for her. Because she herself if she fucks with you, fucks with someone else.

To say that you are jealous every time she tells you about the person she fucked is an understatement. You just want to cry every time she talks to you about this topic. For a while you've been thinking about stopping all this shit with Jenna because it hurts you so much to know that you're not the only person who touches her body.

You come back to reality when a waiter comes to take your order for everyone. You are in the VIP room of the bar so as not to be disturbed by overly intrusive fans. You all sit together at a table of ten people. In order, Oliver, Joy, you, Emma and Georgie. And in front of you is Hunter, her husband, Jenna, Naomi and Johanna. And you curse yourself for sitting in front of Jenna because she puts her foot on your leg and strokes it.

You all give your order and the waiter leaves to prepare it. Everyone talks together but you stay in your bubble feeling Jenna's foot going up to your thigh and back down.

The waiter returns with your drink and food and leaves to serve another customer. You start to eat your food when you feel someone nudge you. You turn your head and see Joy looking at you with concern.

Joy has always been in love with you. She often invites you to dinner, to the movies or even a day with her at her house. You won't lie that you once had feelings for her. But your brain still went to the brunette who fucked you until you fell asleep from exhaustion in her bed. But today, you want to end this friendship with advantage because it hurts you too much. So why not try with Joy?

"Are you fine? You haven't spoken since we've been here." Joy gently places a hand on your thigh. You smile at his kindness. Jenna never did this for you.

" Yes I am fine thank you." You place your hand on Joy's and interlace your fingers together. You turn your head and you can sense that Jenna is not happy. She looks at you and Joy with daggers in her eyes. But she doesn't say anything. She just talks with Hunter and her husband while keeping an eye on you. You swallow and resume your conversation with Joy.

"Don’t worry, I’m fine. I'm just a little tired." Joy smiles at you and kisses the back of your hand. You blush slightly at this action. You can feel Jenna’s gaze on you. You swallow the lump in your throat.

You continue talking with Joy. You had all been drinking and you can see that Joy is drunk. She touches your arm with her fingers which makes you shiver slightly. You look into each other's eyes, ignoring Jenna's glare, and Joy slowly approaches you. Because of the alcohol you've consumed, you lean in too but before your lips can connect, Jenna gets up from her chair, walks around the table and grabs your arm.

“I need to talk to you.” Jenna stands up forcefully and looks at Joy with a look that could kill anyone. If Jenna had missiles in her eyes, Joy would most certainly be dead. You follow Jenna without saying anything because you know she is angry. Even very angry. But honestly you're not sure why Jenna would be angry about kissing Joy. I mean, she fucks with anyone and she lets herself get mad at you?

Arriving in the women's bathroom, Jenna closes the door and bars it and pushes you against the door. Jenna places her hands on either side of your body to trap you in your arms. You're not going to lie, you find her really sexy and hot when she's angry.

"What was that ?" Jenna looks you straight in the eye. “Fuck Wednesday really changed his character. » You say to yourself in your head. “What was that about?” You ask like you don’t know what she’s talking about.

"Don't take me for an idiot Y/n Y/l/n. You know exactly what I mean." Jenna’s jaw shifts as she brings her face closer to yours.

"No Jenna I don't understand what you mean. You wanted a friendship with benefits relationship but you're fucking other people! Why can't I do the same thing?!" You let go. Even if you didn't want to do it in front of Jenna, it's too heavy to keep to yourself.

“Because you’re mine.” Jenna responds with a low voice that you always found so sexy. Jenna doesn't let you answer and places her lips on yours for an intense and passionate kiss. You moan into her mouth and she takes the opportunity to stick her tongue in your mouth and push it down your throat. The little brunette cups your cheeks and continues to lick the inside of your mouth. You put your hands on her hips but she pulls away from your lips and you moan at the lack of her lips. She takes your hands and raises them so they are above your head.

"No touching me. You wanted to play with me so you will be punished. And as I know that you like to touch me while we fuck, I forbid you from touching me until I judge that your punishment is finished. Understood?” You nod. All you want is to put your lips back on the addictive lips of the petite brunette who is so dominant with you. "Answer" Jenna places one of her hands on your throat and squeezes a little. You feel yourself getting wet from Jenna's so sexy action.

"Yes I understood."

“Yes who?”Jenna tightens her grip on your throat.

"Yes Mommy" You say with a little difficulty because the air is difficult because of Jenna's warm hand.

“Good girl” Jenna sticks her tongue out and parts your lips to open them and enter your mouth with her wet tongue. You moan into her mouth as her joined tongue holds it and she licks your tongue so sensually. You feel yourself getting wetter and wetter. Jenna removes her hand from your throat and places it on your wet center and caresses it over your shorts and panties. You moan into her mouth and she takes the opportunity to suck your tongue which makes you even wetter.

Jenna removes her hand from your wrists that are still above your head and cups your jaw. She continues to rub her palm over your dripping pussy.

“Please Mommy” you complain. All you want is to get fucked by Jenna.

“Please what Mi amor?” Jenna continues to caress your vagina as she lets go of your jaw with her other hand and places it back on your throat and squeezes the hand.

“Fuck me Mommy” You close your eyes because of the little brunette’s teasing.

“Look at me” Jenna squeezes the grip on your throat harder and stops rubbing your pussy. You open your eyes and see Jenna's dark, dark eyes of desire. “Beg me and I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before” Jenna gives your lips a kiss, slightly red and swollen from the intense kissing.

“Please fuck me Mommy. I need you.” You moan as Jenna begins her movements on your pussy again. A smirk forms on Jenna’s lips at your pleas and moans.

“Good girl” Jenna quickly undoes your shorts and pulls them down along with your panties. She leans down and blows on your dripping pussy. You moaned at his teasing.

“You’re so wet baby.” Without any warning, Jenna licks a large wet stripe from your hole to your clit. She moans at your divine taste and you at the feel of her expert tongue. She continues to make a big wet band. You moaned, placing a hand on his hair. But Jenna immediately stops her licks and slaps your thigh. “What did I say about your hands?”

"Sorry! Sorry! I just forgot. Please continue" You complain, removing your hands from his hair and placing them on the wall.

“You touch me one more time and I can guarantee you that you will have to masturbate to cum” Jenna immediately puts her tongue back on your pussy attacking your clit. She makes quick circles with the tip of her tongue which makes you moan with desire. You close your eyes in pleasure and continue to moan. But Jenna hits your thigh again without leaving your clit.

“Look at me” Jenna demands and you open your eyes, lowering them and meeting Jenna’s dark eyes. She looks into your eyes and circles your clit, sucking hard. You move your hips for more friction but Jenna circles your hips to stop you from moving. She continues to suck your clit and with two fingers she pushes them into your pussy dripping with your juices and her drool. You moaned louder as you felt your pussy stretch with the number of Jenna's fingers.

“You feel so good baby.” Jenna moans at the sight of you. The vibrations on your clit make you moan louder. Jenna adds a third finger which makes your pussy spread and makes you moan. After a few more licks and fingers, you soon feel yourself coming.

“Fuck Jenna I’m coming soon” You moan as Jenna bites your clit and hits you harder and further hitting the best places in your pussy.

“Hold it in. You can only cum when I allow you to” Jenna continues to suck, bite and lick your clit and adds a fourth finger into your hole. You moan at the number of fingers in your pussy and try not to touch Jenna. Jenna continues to finger and suck you for about twenty seconds.

“Cum in my mouth baby.” Jenna allows you and you moan loudly as you cum in Jenna's mouth and on Jenna's fingers. The little brunette moans as she cleans your entire pussy so as not to leave any drips. She removes her fingers and you moan at the loss. She stands up and puts her index and middle fingers in her mouth and the other two fingers in yours. You moan at your taste. You look into each other’s eyes as you suck on his fingers.

Jenna removes her fingers once her fingers are clean by your mouth and kisses you. She pulled her tongue into your mouth and you moaned into her mouth. Your tongues swirl together in an intense, rapid dance. It recedes when your lungs burn from lack of air. Jenna looks at you and you still see desire in her beautiful brown eyes.

“Lie on the floor” Jenna commands and you do exactly as she orders. You lie down and Jenna undresses right in front of you. Your mouth waters seeing her tits and pussy soaking with her excitement. Once undressed, she gets on top of you so that her pussy touches yours.

“Are you ready for a second round baby?” You nod your head not trusting your voice and moaning as you feel the wetness of the petite brunette above you. Jenna cups your jaw to make eye contact. “Answer me” Jenna squeezes your jaw, digging her fingers into your skin.

“Yes Mommy” You moan as Jenna starts moving her hips and her pussy moves against yours.

“Good girl” Jenna kisses you, pushing her tongue into your mouth and touching the back of your throat. You moan, retching. Jenna pulls away and rests her forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. “Touch me baby” Without hesitation you put your hands on his hips and you help him by going faster. The little brunette places one hand on the base of your neck and the other on your breasts, massaging it gently.

“Fuck Y/n, I love you so much. I've loved you since I met you on the set of Wednesday. And when I saw you with Joy I saw black. I wanted you so much." Jenna opens up to you with tears threatening to fall and continuing her movement of her hips. You both moan at the friction of your two pussies.

You feel butterflies in your stomach at the words you've been waiting to hear from Jenna's mouth. But you frown when you think about all his fucking during your friendship with benefits.

“So why were you fucking other people when you loved me?” Every time you came back you told me everything in detail. “You don’t understand how Jenna can love you when she was fucking other girls. For you it is incomprehensible. Jenna cups your face to look into your eyes.

“Because I never fucked with other people. You have always been the one and only person who has touched me” Tears flow freely down her cheeks.

“But why were you telling me that then? To hurt me?" Tears are now streaming down your cheeks from incomprehension but also from relief that Jenna hasn't fucked any other girl besides you.

“I wanted to make you jealous. I thought you were going to come at me this way but it was the wrong way. I should have acted like an adult and told you that I loved you. But y/n, I never wanted to hurt you. But I know I still hurt you and I'm so sorry."

Tears run down both of your cheeks. Jenna wipes your tears with her shoots and you do the same for her. You bring his face closer to his and place your lips on his. The kiss is filled with love and apologies from both of you. Jenna slowly continues her hip movements. You withdraw from lack of air.

“I love you so much Jenna. And I promise you that I love Joy just as a friend. It was and always will be you. But I thought you didn't like me when you said you were fucking other girls. So I had lost hope. But I love you so much Jenna." You respond with sincerity and love.

"I'm so sorry." Jenna kisses your forehead and rests her forehead on yours. You shake your head kissing Jenna's soft lips.

“Let’s forget it okay. Let's start from scratch." Jenna nods with a soft smile which you return.

“How about I take you on a date?” Just the two of us to get off to a good start." You smile with joy and happiness as you place your lips on his to kiss more passionately. Your tongues move in a soft sensual dance.

"I say yes." You both smile as you reconnect your lips in another passionate kiss filled with love and sincerity. This kiss also represents the new beginning.

10 minutes later

You walk out of the bathroom after your second round and fix yourself up. You return to your table and notice that Joy has taken Jenna's place. You smile at him and say ‘thank you’ but you can see pain in his eyes. You feel really bad for giving Joy false hope. She is an exceptional person and a truly great friend. You wouldn't replace it for anything in the world. You really hope that your friendship with Joy stays the same as before. You take your place next to Emma and Jenna sits next to you and Oliver. You're talking to Emma when you feel someone take your hand. You look down and see Jenna's hand. You intertwine your fingers with hers and smile when she strokes the back of your hand with her thumb. You look up to see her talking with Oliver, Hunter and her husband but she has a big smile on her face. And you know it's not the boys who cause this smile.

#jenna marie ortega #jenna ortega x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega smut #jenna ortega x fem reader #wednesday addams #emma myers #joy sunday #yandere #gxg smut #wlw

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itzvintagevibez · 4 months

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Clarissa: *decorating the Christmas tree* Hey, Reader, I have a question.

Reader: *helping Anemone sort the ornaments* Sure.

Clarissa: What do you want for Christmas?

Anemone: No! I told you not to ask her that!

Clarissa: But I wanna know why.

Reader: *rolls eyes* Anemone I'm not gonna do what you thought I was gonna do *looks at Clarissa* I actually don't know what I want this year.

Clarissa: Mhm. I understand.

Anemone: Oh please, you know exactly what you want.

Reader: Why are you hanging a rope at my neck Anemone? I told you I don't know what I want. *places an ornament on the tree*

Anemone: Sure...

Leonora: *walks into the room* Hey, there's some mail for you, Clari-

Reader: *kneeling down at Leonora's feet* ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS YOU!!!

Clarissa: Wha-

Anemone: Told you!

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tatumslollipop · 9 months

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Yandere Sidney in all her eras

Sidney 1996

Sidney 1996 who raves about you with Tatum

Sidney 1996 who would watch you through her window every night

Sidney 1996 who is sooo submissive like you need a pencil? You can have my whole pencil case!

Sidney 1996 who would steal a shirt from you to wear at home because of the scent

Sidney 1996 who would send you anon love letters in your locker

Sidney 1996 who would plan your wedding with her in her head

Sidney 1996 who would masturbate and close her eyes to imagine you are fucking her

Sidney 1996 who would finish with screaming your name

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Sidney 1997

Sidney 1997 who would be your roommate in college to get closer to you

Sidney 1997 who would steal your panties when you are at the library or with friends

Sidney 1997 who would borrow your pencil and you find it wet on her nightstand... weird

Sidney 1997 who would gag herself with your panties

Sidney 1997 who would threaten your bf/gf to stay away from you and if they don't there is another ghostface killing.

Sidney 1997 who would ask you out and if you say no well your bestfriend isn't feeling well now

Sidney 1997 who loves when you eat her out (her cum tastes sweet🤭)

Sidney 1997 who's a switch but loves just pounding you with her strap on

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Sidney 2000

Sidney 2000 who kidnapped you to "protect" you from the world and tbh she needed to get out of woodsboro too.

Sidney 2000 who would use you as her personal teddy bear because our girl has some trauma and she needs some comfort sometimes.

Sidney 2000 who makes you wear your "wedding ring"

Sidney 2000 who would always have you tied up with a collar and/or handcuffs.

Sidney 2000 who would kill anyone just to be with you FOREVER

Sidney 2000 who has a pain/daddy kink (literally her biggest dom era)

Sidney 2000 who pounds into you whenever she feels stressed with the biggest strap on she owns.

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Sidney 2011

Sidney 2011 who first see you at Jill's house and knows she needs to have you

Sidney 2011 who is as overprotective over you as she was with Jill maybe even more

Sidney 2011 who has a huge mommy/praise kink

Sidney 2011 who kills everyone who would come too close to you and blames it on ghostface

Sidney 2011 who asks you to talk in private with her but ends up just fucking you dumb in her bedroom

Sidney 2011 who would leave woodsboro with you to start a family... I would recommend following her because she is gonna take you no matter what

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Sidney 2022

Sidney 2022 who doesn't let you enter woodsboro at any circumstance because she needs you to be safe

Sidney 2022 who has big authority/daddy kink

Sidney 2022 who adopted/made children with you to raise so you play into her little game

Sidney 2022 who spoils you rotten

#sidney prescott #trending #viral #scream franchise #jill roberts #slashers #scream #yandere sidney prescott #yandere!sidney prescott x reader #m!lf sidney prescott #sidney prescott x reader #sidney prescott is so mommy i cant #im delulu #gxg #lesbian

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bebeyeyo · 1 year

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lovesick | drabble

genre: angst

pairing: yandere!mina x reader

content warnings: threats to kill, gaslighting, breaking and entering, knife

a/n: ‘kill bill’ mina up in here

the girl stares down at her phone, reading the many, many text messages she’s sent you; not one reply from you.

your last reply was telling mina to please leave you alone and that she needs to move on; that her erratic behaviors weren’t healthy and that she needs help.

in mina’s eyes, all she was doing was trying to make things right. she wants you back. she misses you, she can’t help but have you harass her mind 24/7.

‘y/n, please answer me!’

‘please, I know you miss how we were.’

‘i’m sorry I fucked up, but please let me make it up to you.’

‘baby, please, I love you so much.’

‘y/n..’

‘ANSWER ME!’

mina was going crazy, although others weren’t there to see it.

but…it was fine. it was okay. she knew in the end, it would all be fine. just fine.

she smiles as she was brushing her hair looking at herself in the mirror, eyes wide, a smile on her face. not long after she placed her brush in her drawer.

she wanted to see you, tonight. and she wanted to look her best before she did. she wore her perfume that you love so much. she knew you’d be happy to see her tonight as well.

so when she she finally approached your house, and climbed through your open window, her heart was pounding with excitement as she was finally in your room again. one you kicked her out of. but she didn’t care.

the smile on her face was permanent once she saw you enter your bedroom with now a horrified expression as you were now face to face with mina.

“y/n! I’ve missed you so much!” she giggles as she goes to hug you, but you only dodge the hug, backing up.

only that little bit of rejection made mina’s anger boil within, but calming down.

“oh come on, don’t be like that, love. I know you’ve missed me. you seem so lonely in this house everyday.”

your eyes go wide hearing this, “y-you watch me?”

your ex girlfriend only chuckles with the shake of her head.

“oh sweetie..of course! how else am I supposed to make sure you’re safe? and not with any other bitch?” you shake your head angrily at what is said.

“no mina. you cannot just barge in here, talking crazy shit acting like you care about me, and it’s none of your business about who I see! I ended things between us for a reason!” you shout.

“well, I know what I did was wrong-”

“yes, damn right you should! mina you’re fucking crazy! you need to get help! I’m not just a puppet you can control and look after 24/7! god, you are fucking sick-”

out of nowhere, not really, mina’s kitchen knife now appears in front of you. she holds it with an iron grip, so tightly her knuckles are white.

“you shouldn’t say those things, my love. don’t you know how much I’ve done for you? how much I love you? you’d be lost without me. i keep you safe, I protect you, and you talk to me this way?” the fear in your eyes was evident, but mina didn’t care as her eyes were filled with lovesick rage.

she chuckles, “I should just kill you..but, you’re too precious. I want you in my life. now I have to take extreme measures to make sure you stay in it..”

“you may not love me anymore, but you’ll learn to again once I’m finished.”

you’re pretty sure you’re now trapped with this monster you’ve called your girlfriend.

you have no choice but to comply with her, knowing how sick and twisted her ways can get, if you were only to push her so far.

without any words, she calms down, carefully wrapping her arms around you, her nose nuzzling in your cheek inhaling your scent, as if she were some animal.

you couldn’t escape, no matter how much you tried.

#darling-twice #mina x reader #mina x fem reader #twice mina x reader #yandere!mina #gxg imagines #mina angst #twice imagines #twice mina #myoui mina #mina scenarios

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b000mbayah · 1 year

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yandere aespa reaction to you confessing to them?👁👁

Sure thing anon :)

✎𝚈𝚘𝚞?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙼𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏

Requested: Yes

Word count: 4,309

Warnings: None?

✎𝚈𝚘𝚞?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏𝙼𝚎?﹏﹏﹏﹏

Karina

Karina has spent the last eight months contemplating your relationship status. Sure, you are far closer than she could have ever comprehended the first time she saw you- but now that all just seems like some distant dream she has already surpassed. She very clearly remembers how beautiful you looked the first time you met as friends, how kind you were to her- all of these only fueled the fire she had already started for herself and eventually, that small fire on the tip of her match stick had grown into a full on bonfire. That day she'll treasure forever, like a sacred secret.

But now, seeing you standing at her front door through the small peep hole, she's more confused than ever- despite the overwhelming feeling of lush swirling around inside of her like a whirlpool. Without hesitation, she unlocked her front door, reeling the slab back from the frame to reveal a very bashful you. You shifted uncomfortably, shifting from one leg to the other with your hands held out in front of you. If Karina didn’t know you- and she thanks the lords that she does every day- then she would’ve guessed you were some shy girl scout… just without the uniform.

“Y/n? What are you doing?” She inquired, feeling somewhat conflicted by your sudden appearance. Your mouth only opened and closed though, resembling that of a fish. You looked lost, confused, but most concerning of all, you looked troubled.

"Come in, please" Stepping aside, she opened the door further. When you walked past her, she could basically feel the uncertainty radiating from you like a batch of heavy nuclear waste. To this, she frowned, following after you with many thoughts racing through her mind.

Once you both found a comfortable seat in her living room, she'd smile lightly as you only breathed in a sequence to calm yourself down.

"We need to talk"

Karina had almost instantly gulped, feeling a thick lump form in her throat at the sound of your roughed voice. It felt heavy, yet light, much like a buoy that just sat stationary within her tightening throat. She'd eye you carefully, noticing the poorly covered bags under your eyes and the small shake of your hands. Have you not slept?

"What's wrong? You look like you haven't slept, no offence"

Then it was your turn to pause as you looked down into your lap, bouncing your knee nervously. "That's because I haven't," you dryly admitted as Karina had cautiously moved closer, scooting over to your side. Her eyes felt heavy upon your skin, dangerous almost, like a wolf in sheep's clothing. "I've been thinking about someone… someone really close to me and I think I've come to the realisation that I- that I like them...?"

Karina leaned back lightly, feeling her world shatter in more ways than one. Her heart had plummeted into a pit of self-pity and jealousy while her brain worked hard at your words. You like someone? She's not an idiot, you could've said love. Or are you uncertain? Is there still that small slither of hope for her? She'll make the cut, she'll just have to expand the horizon no matter the cost if it means being with you.

"You like them?" Karina repeated half your words, throat still tight like a squeezed towel. You only sheepishly nodded though, eyes fixated on her and her reaction, and what you got was far from what you expected. You expected a little support for your love life, for her to seem genuinely happy about your choice, but how could you see that when you hadn't told her who "they" were.

"Yeah, very much so"

"Who are they?" Upon hearing her words, you flinch. It was so quick you were certain she hadn't noticed it, but she did and her dark eyebrows shot together, slightly creasing the skin between them.

"They're the most amazing person. They're cute, they're responsible, and they have manners like no other gentlewoman I've ever met" you silently bite at your lower lip, feeling your teeth sink painfully into the skin, but you needed a distraction from the jaded look on Karina's face and pain was the perfect volunteer.

"They sound nice" Karina resorted, gazing down to her own hands as they shook under the extreme condition of jealousy and fitted rage. "Their name?"

You gulped, fidgeting uncomfortably in your seat. Her reaction wasn't sitting well with you and your heart. She seemed almost violent with her wording, and you could tell she was ready to punch a hole through the wall if needed.

"Their name?"

You and Karina were close, friendship wise and physically. Your knees were close to brushing each other, and your shoulders so close you could feel the warmth emitting from her body. But what you have with her is special, like a shared star. It's the most precious and dearest thing you've ever had a grasp on and you're afraid if you say the wrong words- or do the wrong thing- she'll be out of your life forever. That star would then be a fragment of what once was a beating heart, now set to rest like a fatal pet upon its funeral bed.

But you have to take that leap in life sometimes. That's what makes life, life.

With one deep breath, you open your mouth, and the name almost falls crooked upon your tongue. You could feel your mouth go stale as your body tensed up. Never have you felt more afraid of rejection than you do right now.

"Karina"

But then the name crawled into her ears for her brain to process and her heart to examine. Her brain had broken the name up for a thorough inspection, diving deep for further inspections in the name and if it were truly hers or some misheard piece of information. So she needed clarification.

"Karina?"

You bit your lip even harder, finally drawing a drizzle of shiny blood as you nodded, repeating yourself.

"Karina"

It was spontaneous, the way she gripped your shoulders and kissed you hard. Yet, despite the kiss being needy, it felt far from it. The kiss you shared was passionate and most certainly possessive on her behalf.

There was a dominance in the way she pulled you impossibly closer till you were just mesh in her lap, moulding clay within her fingers.

And then she pulled away, cheeks flushed and eyes darting around your strawberry face.

"I like you too"

Giselle

You had ironically met at a coffee shop, like all cliché love stories. Giselle was a first-time customer who quickly grew accustomed to the heavy scent of coffee grains and the sight of natural hues. Wooden planks lined dividers and eco-friendly plants lined certain countertops.

But the place was deceiving.

The welcoming atmosphere was the polar opposite to what actually awaited her at the counter. You were calm and collected, just like the building itself. But what had made you so different was the way you made her feel.

Because while the building made her feel at home, you made her feel… different. You made her feel as if a dozen batches of nestled butterflies were hatching, making her insides flutter and tingle in a delectable way. You made her feel as if she was the only person in the room, that you were solely here for just her and her order. And so, because of this, she freshened her face with the brightest smile she could conduct before she set for the lingering line.

Giselle distinctively remembers how long the queue time felt. She remembers how she prayed that you would be the one to take her order with your monotone apron and pinned back hair. You looked stunning, even with the restricted view created by the heads of the incompetent infront of her.

There was just something fulfilling in the way you dashed around the area, informing your coworkers of the orders being made as transactions went through. You were just stunning.

So, it was no surprise that when you called upon the next customer in line, Giselle had practically thrown herself a small celebration within her mind. And of course, your voice was tender, and of course, you were polite. But your eyes? They seemed to be the most desirable feature upon you. They sparkled under the fluorescent lights, shining like a clean mirror as Giselle could practically see her giddy reflection within them. Your eyes seemingly controlled Giselle in ways she never thought to be possible.

When you finally called her name for her collection, Giselle had never been so in love with her own name. There was just something in the way you said it- how it lightly trespassed upon your tongue like a sin.

The cup felt warm between her fingers and palm, warming the appendages as she read over her own name repeatedly while taking small sips and obvious glances your way. It would be an absolute dream if you just locked eyes one more time.

And so she visited more often than not. Giselle would make an appearance before work, during her lunch breaks, after work. It was as if a day was never truly complete without visiting you- without stalking you.

Eventually, however, the font of her name was accompanied by the small doodle of whatever you pleased: a star, a smiley face… a heart… These made her smile like some love-drunk teenager all over again.

And not before long, you added another something else, changing everything all together as you instead put a small note, each one differing from the last. They were only little sentences like "How are you?" Or "Have a good day!". But each one held a firmer grip on her heart, and soon enough, it became far more addictive than any type of alcohol or drug or coffee, for you were her new addiction.

However, there was one issue. You've never actually exchanged any other words except for "the usual?" And "please". She could sense the mutual respect as one of the establishments highest paying customers at this point. But surely you weren't doing it just because of that? She's never seen you write on anyone else's cup the way you do for her. She's never seen you even remotely smile at any other customer the way you do for her.

So why must she feel so glum when she received a cup with nothing? There was just a blank spot on the sticker where her name- her doodle- her note was supposed to be? She would've taken anything, but nothing? That just seems too harsh to just suddenly stop.

Her head was too far up in the clouds to realise the shitty customer pestering you the entire time you were making her usual drink. So when she finally screwed her head back into place and took into account the situation, to say she was ready for murder was an understatement.

Giselle would unknowingly want this lady to bleed, to cry at her lack of mercy as she'd just slowly edge her towards death before aiding her to health, only to do it all again.

It was sick, but Giselle quite frankly couldn't care less about that. She cared more about getting her note and dealing with that woman (albeit at a later date).

So, with her bag flung over her barely exposed shoulder, she strode towards the till, where you were being harassed and humiliated for your "mistake" of an order.

It wasn't until she was basically standing side by side with the woman of many problems that you had noticed Giselle, turning to look at her apologetically as she just gave you a reassuring smile.

"Excuse me?" Giselle begins, interrupting the rampaging bull beside her as she squeezed into the conversation like it was a heated hot tub. "You uh- you forgot my note" She sheepishly held up her cup of steaming contents, her fingers wrapped around its curved frame delicately.

You only blinked at her, face slightly scrunched, but soon a smile grew before her eyes. She did that? Giselle had actually made you smile? If only you knew how many fantasies you were making come true with just the smile and light eye contact. "Ouh, I did? I'm sorry. Please, let me fix that?"

You held your hand out, sleeves rolled up to your elbows as your hand flexed slightly. To this, Giselle only blushed, handing you her cup as the woman before her scoffed in annoyance.

"So she gets a replacement!?"

"Oh, I'm not getting a replacement" Giselle smiled a crooked grin at the woman beside her.

"Here you go," you smiled, placing the black marker pen back down on the counter as you handed Giselle her drink once again. "Please enjoy" You gave her a half smile this time, blushing lightly as your fingers brushed against each other- there was no way you hadn't felt that too!

But deciding to question it later, Giselle took one last look at the rude customer, eyeing her up and down to get one last good look at her before turning on her heel to sit down at her designated booth once again.

With a hopeful sigh, Giselle took a small sip of her drink, finally deciding to look down and read the note you had just put on there.

There laid the arrangement of four simple words. Each one held value within the context of the small note, but the overall value was enough to send her heart flipping and somersaulting in pure ecstasy.

"Go out with me?"

Winter

It was destined from the very beginning- or so that's what Winter told herself every night. Every night, she spent alone in her room, cramped up into the corner of her bed- draped in different sheets and blankets as she just drew all things to do with you.

She'd draw your name in pretty pinks and emboid the empty surroundings with carefully drawn-out hearts and clouds. There would often be pages found with repetitive contents. Like pages of both your initials, conjoint by a single plus symbol.

But these were just silly little drawings, things little children would do to pair themselves up with their crushes within their innocent minds. But Winter wasn't a child anymore. She's an adult with "normal" adult thoughts and desires. And so she had a special book, one of carefully executed photos of you to accompany a timeline of your day. She'd have notes of all your dislikes and likes, all your hobbies and fears, all your friends and enemies. The list extends past half the book with information written in extreme detail.

Darkness seemingly seeps into the material of the pages as the photographs and facts near the back pages. She'd have pictures of you with your friends. She'd have you surrounded in hearts while all your friends have ink scribbled across them in ways that represent the fate they'll meet one day.

One friend would have no eyes, while another had their mouth slit to the tip of their cheek bones. One has their stomach ripped open with drawn on organs, and the other simply had a cloud of ink engulfing the entirety of their head.

However, these photos never did her any justice, they were just little flashy tropes she could hug at night- pretending you were there with her instead of a book she cherishes as if it were you.

Winter would often find herself waking up in a sour mood because of this, eventually leading to her doing even more stalking.

How could something go from being so sweet and childish-like, to morbid and sadistic? The answer? Winter. Winter was exactly that.

When you first met a few months back, it was by complete accident. You had body slammed her while playing a game of complex frisbee with your friends in the park.

She remembers so clearly how cute you looked- all dumbfounded with your mouth hung ajar. Your eyebrows were furrowed into a straight line, eyes slightly widened as your face changed to the hue of roses.

You looked perfect.

So flushed for her and her only. Now she wants that again, and she wants that forever. She knew there was no way this was a coincidence. It was destiny to her.

So she made it her duty to follow you, "coincidently" meeting you in random locations till you were close enough to actually just talk like friends, and eventually, you considered her one.

She was invited to your outings, but she only went for you- acting as if she was happy to be company for your other friends as well.

She'd hesitantly put on a laugh and smile for the sake of being close to you, pretending to care when one of your friends get broken up with- or when one of them gets fired from their job

Fortunately, though, it eventually paid off. Eventually, you had invited her to a day out with just the two of you.

And obviously, she couldn't reject the opportunity.

So she found herself here, sitting on a bench in the middle of the exact same park you first met as you simply enjoy the silence with each other.

She stares at you while you stare at the natural surroundings that greet you in a whimsical trance. The birds sing happily, and the distant disturbing hum of a car makes itself present.

It was explosive, how you quickly slurred out words, but Winter understood. "You see that spot?' You ask, raising a finger to an empty patch on the field with a small smile gracing your lips.

"Yeah?"

"It's where we met," you add, looking at Winter as she just grins. You remembered? You cared enough to pay attention? She just assumed you were so caught up in looking at her that you wouldn't have noticed.

"Yeah, I suppose it is," Winter nodded, looking back over to the patch of grass.

"I prefer this so much more," you happily sighed out, relaxing into the bench's structure as your hands delved deep into your hoodie pockets.

"Prefer what so much more?"

"I prefer this, just hanging out with you and not being in a group twenty-four seven"

To this, Winter silently questioned why, thoughts of all sorts rushing through her already congested mind. "Any particular reason why?" You almost crippled into a ball at her words, but she was eager to know, and her heart got the best of her tongue.

"What do you mean? How could I not enjoy hanging out with the kindest person I know. And on top of that, she's smart and so, so attractive," you goofily smile, earning a small push out of both embarrassment and overall shyness.

"Anyone would be lucky to date you," you almost whisper, frowning slightly to yourself. But Winter caught that, now mirroring your saddened expression with a hollowed heart.

"Why would you think that, Y/n?"

"Because you're this amazing person. You're far too extraordinary to just be some fling or a one-time purpose girlfriend - you're you! You're understanding, you're responsible, you're lovable. Do you understand how hard it is to come across someone like you in this modern society we've constructed? It's like a septillion to one!"

"Y/n?" Winter reached out, holding your wrist to help calm you down.

"I love you!" You suddenly blurt out amongst the waffling of your rambles, causing you to slam your mouth shut, now embarrassed and fearful for the outcome.

However, the outcome was far from what you expected when you saw that same stupid grin again- the one she does without any particular reason.

"I- I"

"You love me?" Winter grumbled, eying you half suspiciously, but she couldn't stop the smokey pink from spreading across her now flushed face.

It seems that Winter was the one to trip and stumble this time, figuratively body slamming you this time with that flushed look.

"You don't have to love me back. That was a mistake"

"No, you said it for a reason, and I refuse to let that slide as some mistake. Y/n, I love you too. I just didn't know how to say it before. And we were always just around your friends"

"Then I'll fix that. If you're uncomfortable, then I'll do more dates like these ones with just us"

"Dates? This is a date"

You hum. "No! I mean, I wouldn't object to the idea at all, but I feel like I could do better than this for a first date, can I show you?"

Ningning

Your first encounter wasn't exactly the most ideal, but it was perfect for Ningning. She felt as if you had stolen her heart when you walked out the shop, committing a crime that she honestly didn't care much about- but that never stopped her from playing cops and robbers with you.

She'd happily gather intel on you, noting it all down as she dreamily stared at you through your open window or from another booth in a café you visit on the regular.

She'd be so far in her state of delusional mind that her quickly developed obsession would stem out into a more physical form. She'd have an "evidence" board with pictures of you pinned up, reasons, and witness statements from herself to "help" her case.

This was either just some wacky fantasy, or she genuinely believed this to keep herself away from the truth of her yandere-like behaviour.

Either way, it wasn't exactly the most efficient way of "gathering intel" so she went undercover as the girl you met just the other week and not this fake cop she's made herself to be.

However, one thing leads to another, and months later, she's found laying on your bed with you. Despite the countless encounters you've both had since that "undercover" mission. She has yet to make any further status updates as all she's been able to think about was how attractive you look no matter the circumstance.

Her feelings had gotten the best of her and the whole "Cop Vs. Criminal" plot had fallen through the floor at this point. Over the course of your time spent together, she's come more and more to terms with her ways, understanding what's happening.

But it's not like she can stop it, she's far past that point, so the only thing she can do is continue to just be your friend. She'd have to sit by your side as you enjoy silly little dates that aren't with her, go on stunning vacations around the world with someone who's not her and grow old with some other person who's not her.

Wait.

She still has a fight in her, though, so why was she thinking these things to herself? Why was she suddenly so defeated in the name of love- something she feels so strongly about?

Maybe it was the way you complained about love, like it would never come your way, like Ningning hadn't in front of you this whole time?

Whatever it was, it was diminishing her own perspective- and her ability to push through a tough crowd because she knew you'd never feel the same- even if she had kidnapped you and forced you to at least try and love her.

"Do you love anyone?"

Ningning choked on her pringles, eyes tightly closing as she coughed furiously into her fisted palm.

Does she love anyone?

When your hand made contact with her back, she felt that same shock of ecstatic she normally does as you try your hardest to fix the issue you have created. After some time, her coughing subsides, and the only thing left between you is the haunting word of "love"

"Do I love someone?" Ningning asked, almost unsure if her ears were deceiving her, but your nod told her enough. "I uhm.." she hesitated, scared to reveal anymore than she already had, thinking back to her makeshift evidence board and old high-school files she had stolen.

Now love just seems like too vague of a word… obsessed is a better suited pick.

"I do," her voice was meek out of fear as she searched your eyes, throat scratched and burning from the choke you unwillingly placed upon her.

One eyebrow rose above the other as a grin quickly spread its way across your face, your look almost demanding "Who"

"I'm not telling you that!" she laughed, still eyeing you cautiously in fear of exposing herself. "Do you have a crush, Y/n?"

"I do indeed" your grin only seems to widen as a pit suddenly spawns inside of Ningnings stomach. "I have an idea! If you tell me yours, I'll tell you mine?"

"No way!" You roll your eyes at the girl, shaking your head as your grin slips away. "How about you tell me yours, then I'll tell you mine," Ningning requested, flipping the entirety of your offer to benefit and favour her.

You hummed. And then you spoke.

"Sure, why not?" You shrugged, leaning in closer to the smaller girl, leaving an excruciatingly painful gap between you both.

"Ningning"

"Yeah?"

"I love you"

Ningning tensed up like a cat in fear, her back stiffened, and her eyes locked onto your own as the words bounced around inside of her head. "You love me?" She repeated, sounding unsure before repeating it again and again until the words just felt natural and light upon her tongue.

"Is this real?"

You only laughed, smacking her shoulder lightly "one hundred and one percent." You smiled as Ningning only swooned, giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"I love you too!"

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running-with-kn1ves · 2 years

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Sacrifice Turned Mate

Female Lamia X GN! Reader

A/N: These next two months are going to be focused a lot on monsters/cryptids and some darker yandere ideas due to the wonderful holidays so prepare!

TW: Blood/gore(light), scratches, bruises, kidnapping, injected venom/poison, human sacrifice, snake lady, feelings of suffocation,

Synopsis: Sent as an offering to appease the lamia in the forest, you instead are turned into her unwilling mate. (Borderline smut)

"Look, my prey." She cooed in your ear.

You winced, opening one eye to see the image in front of you. The broken mirror showed your reflection and the lamia behind, a woman with no shame in watching herself poke fun at your expense.

"Delicious..." she mumbled against your shoulder. "I can't get enough of you."

Nyoka’s long, forked tongue came out to give a series of wet licks to your neck, each one slimier than the last. She sucked on the tender flesh of the nape of your neck, hands roaming around to grab what they could. The woman was no more handsier than usual.

"You like what I do to you, don't you.." she chuckled, continuing to defile you with noxious kisses. "Walking in here on your own free will, hardly even struggling..." Her hand moved up your loose, baggy clothes.

Your shirt --already partly transparent-- allowed small areas of skin to show in the mirror, which became even more noticeable once the snake woman lifted the fabric upward. She pressed you hard up against her, hands daring to bruise your flesh as she nipped at you. Her hips were flush with your own as she slowly tiptoed her fingers down your belly.

In the mirror, you could see your pathetic state. Dark circles had formed under your eyes and your legs were bruised with long purple marks, props to Nyoka. The lamia ritual of wrapping one's tail around their mate in a “loving” embrace was not designed with fragile human bodies in mind. The woman had tainted you with her appendage and bite marks, all to prove that you were nothing but hers. You loathed each mark; every time one would disappear, a new one would form out of Nyoka’s obsessive upkeep.

Her nimble fingers reached your crotch, palming it with a soft but firm hand. She felt the warmth from your heat, taking note of how your hips swayed against her hand.

"Already all hot and bothered, are we?"

You bit your tongue as she rubbed circles on your clothed groin, her tail pressing even further down onto your legs. She was wrapped around you intricately, her long and girthy tail spreading your legs apart. The tail’s scales shined a dark red, its warmth making you unconsciously lean into her touch. The den Nyoka had kept you held up in was unbearably cold, purposely done for she knew you wouldn’t be able to resist her warm touch; especially after an evening of sunbathing. The creature was willing to do whatever necessary to get you to come crawling.

The mirror you faced was cracked and falling apart, the golden lining around it showing rust and decay. Though you could still see your reflection perfectly, your weak hands barely fighting off the snake woman as she fondled you.

Her plush breasts pushed into your back as her hair tickled your shoulders.

"Gonna be good for me, right? We can't have any incidents like last time..." Her voice lowers as she speaks when you look away; grabbing the brunt of your ass she stares at you in the mirror. "You know it's no fun when you struggle. So be a good little mouse and do as you're told."

She laughs in your ear, her sharp teeth ghosting over your skin. Nyoka massaged the flesh of your bottom-- gripping palms full. Spreading your legs a bit more with her tail, she left your crotch visible in the mirror. Lifting up your shirt, your exposed stomach appeared like a delicious treat to her in the reflective glass. Licking her lips and pointing her nail, the lamia raked your tender flesh. Small beads of blood quickly filled the newfound gap, making your eyes go wide.

"No!" You cried out.

The searing pain occurred promptly as her hand pulled back. The venom in her nails had tainted your skin, blood turning a faint black as it oozed out of you. Sweat slicked your brow as you desperately tried to cover your stomach in pain. The woman caught your hands, pulling them back and up to leave you exposed. Your soft stomach was painted with the long gash slowly leaking a dark red. The skin was irritated and pulsing. You swallowed the pained cries bubbling in your throat, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes as you felt the sting of her hand press against your abdomen.

If you could just have the upper hand this once, you prayed! The pain fueled your anger.

You could see the cut in the mirror, maroon staining the snake woman's hand as she brought it up to her mouth, her tongue slithering out and feverishly sucking on the blood coating her fingers. Nyoka’s other hand gripped your chest, fingers grabbing the bare flesh as her nails flexed into your skin. Hearing your small hiccups of pain turn louder she massaged your chest, finger tips circling your nipple as she tried to soothe you.

"Now now," She hushed. With her hand back down to your abdomen, you worried she'd strike you again. "Don't cry too much my prey; you've endured worse haven't you?"

It was true; you had endured worse by her hand. You thought back to the hours she'd spent curling you up in her tail, covering you in bruises and bite marks to make sure no other lamia or creature in existence would dare to try and court you-- better yet even touch you. For hours you laid there, listening to her sweet hums and feeling the hot agony of small drops of venom entering your system. It was the woman’s way of both protecting you, and rendering you helpless.

You panicked at seeing her claws grow nearer to your stomach. Trying to pry yourself out of her tail, your bitten and broken nails scratched at her layers of scales. Nyoka grunted, trying to squeeze you harder. But you persisted, wailing and twisting to escape. After the hours upon hours you had spent with her, you’d think you knew better than to try and run away. But the adrenaline pumping in your veins along with the poison was clouding your better judgment.

The lamia resorted to what she knew best; a move that you knew she’d use eventually, but one you hoped you’d be able to overcome. Shoving her hand past your flailing arms she pressed her palm against the heat in between your legs. Your loose tunic had fallen and was scrunched in between as she pressed hard circles to your sensitive core. The gash on your stomach was tainting the off-white fabric, dark blood garishly shining through. Your offering clothes were ripped and sullied now that you had been staying with the lamia. Her den was warm and mostly clean, but your multiple escape attempts had left you a torn, dirty mess.

Nyoka felt you twitch against her, stubbornly trying to ignore the feeling of arousal that she was stirring. The lamia disliked having to resort to such shameless methods to get you to still, but she knew you'd be trained soon enough. With the amount of venom she implemented in your system over these past several weeks, you’d soon fall to her every touch.

You looked away shamefully from the mirror as your body reacted to her touch, groans of refusal were slowly turning to whines. You were holding out longer than either of you expected, but you could feel each nerve growing more and more sensitive. pleasure was building up as you struggled, her hand pushing deeper, harder.

Trying to bite her arm, you found your head seized by her other hand. She removed it from teasing your clothed nipple, grabbing your face from her arm.

"You're naughty," she strained to say, watching you bare your teeth at her. "You're lucky I don’t pull out those pretty teeth of yours as punishment, or rip out that disobedient tongue."

You pulled against the lamia as your hips bucked up into her hand. Snatching up your tunic she shoved her hand down into your crotch, fondling anything she could get her hands on.

“My little prey, you're causing more trouble than you’re worth. It truly sounds like you want to be punished…” You shook your head violently, trying to suppress the moan that desired to escape. You could tell the lamia was growing frustrated with your stubbornness. “Look at yourself, look at what you’ve become.”

She forced your smushed face to stare at yourself in the mirror, watching as she rubbed her hand in between your legs. You were spread for her, an image she would enjoy if it weren’t for your defiance. Your face was squished in between her fingers, thoughts fading in and out between enjoying the ecstasy and trying to pry yourself away from her.

Your body was several different levels of twisted as Nyoka wrapped herself around you, tightening her coil around you to keep you down. You watched as your hips came to meet her hand, only to try and move as far away as possible. Your body was conflicted.

Eyes turning a bloodshot red, face damp with tears and spit, you looked down and away from the mess you had become; but your shame wouldn’t stop you quite yet. You would have bitten her fingers, if it wasn’t for the wave of nausea that hit you.

“So troublesome...” Nyoka whispered, grinning at the newfound expression on your face. Her venomous work was beginning to take effect.

You pinched your lips shut, feeling as if you were about to vomit. The room looked like it was spinning, Nyoka’s tail feeling ten times tighter and her teasing hands far more noticeable.

“What…” You were going to yell, growl at her, but the only thing that could come out of your mouth was a slew of unconnected words. Your head pounded as you leaned back onto her shoulder for support, unable to hold your body up alone.

“There there… You know there are consequences for defying your mate.” She said softly. Nyoka’s fight against you also seemed to die down as her tail loosened, hand rubbing softer circles against your clothed sex. You could feel it far more easier than before, the pleasure and pain crowding your mind as you felt yourself grow hazy. Your breathing became irregular, sweat dripping from your chest as the venom entered your system. You had felt this sensation so many times before, and yet it never got easier.

You wondered if Nyoka only chose to poison you when you were defiant to make it easier, or if it just so happened to be a coincidence.

“Don’t feel good…I’m gonna, m’gonna…” You babbled, hiccupping as the pain from the gash on your stomach increased.

“I know my prey. But you know what happens to naughty mates who don’t listen.”

Nyoka licked the sweat from your neck, flicking her tongue over the bruise that was beginning to form. You let out a small noise, trying to turn away but failing. The poison had rendered your body heavy, invisible bricks holding down your weight as Nyoka ate up every bit.

Her scarlet tail had wrapped around you lovingly, spreading your thighs as she lifted your soiled tunic again. You didn’t fight this time, too overcome with nausea and disorientation to stop her.

“You’re so lucky I’m so good to you. Touching you even though you’ve been such a rebellious little mouse…” You watched as she dug under your undergarments to reach between your thighs, lust in her delighted eyes as she searched for your hardening nipples once more.

“No--!” You whined loudly, chest heaving as the sensation of her fondling overcoming you.

“Yes,” She whispered, giggling at how your eyebrows furrowed in frustration and hopelessness.

You wished at every moment with her that you hadn’t been the one to be sacrificed in your village, that the creatures known as Lamias were just a bedtime story your elders made up, that you were still at home in the warmth of your bed. You wished that even if you had to endure this fate, you could have at least gotten a creature who did what it was supposed to. You weren’t supposed to be a “mate,” you were supposed to be an unfortunate meal for an insatiable beast.

Well, to be fair, that's still exactly what you were.

You were only able to sit there, to watch as Nyoka planted love bites to your neck, relishing every time your hip flexed from her fingers. You were grateful that at least she was mindful of her claws, gently touching you to avoid drawing blood. But that didn’t mean she wouldn’t tease you, softly raking her nails against your flesh to make you shiver. Trying to toss and turn away didn’t seem to help, you found. It only caused her to want to toy with you more, make you surrender to her. Your struggle motivated her.

But she was ready to push you to your limits. Pinching your oh so sensitive chest, Nyoka’s pace sped up, biting your earlobe as she watched you twitch and squirm at the newfound pleasure. Sobs began to leave your chapped lips, mixed with angry sounds of bliss. You were upset, irate, and so very worked up. Nyoka laughed at your sweet, conflicted expression.

“Mine… my adorable little prey.”

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love1other · 6 months

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A yandere Nayeon one shot I’m currently working on.

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“Nayeon d-did you really kill him?”

“My love, he deserved It.” Nayeon says anger in her voice, “he dared to think he could have you?” She continues as she paces around our room. “And on top of that he laid his filthy hands on you!”

In a blink of an eye Nayeon is in front of me gripping my chin with light force. “You’re mine Y/n! All mine!”

Nayeon has shown possessiveness before but never like this. This is a new level; has she always been this way? Have I just overlooked it?

“Say it,” Nayeon demands with a crazed look to her eyes, “say that you’re mine and no one else can have you!”

Her grip on my chin becomes tighter.

“I - of course I’m yours Nayeon, there’s no reason to even doubt it.” Reaching up I grasp her hand that’s gripping my chin.

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I should hopefully have it posted come the weekend (if I get my shit together that is)

#gxg #kpop #twice x reader #twice nayeon #im nayeon #yandere

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sxii-mafu · 8 months

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Yandere girlfriend// Elira Pendora x fem reader

Mentions of murder not directed but it's implied

In the realm where the sun caressed the earth with its gentle warmth, there lived a celestial being named Elira Pendora. She was a sky dragon, a radiant figure with eyes like shimmering aquamarine and hair as soft as the clouds, adorned with ethereal white streaks. Her kind-hearted nature was known far and wide, and her presence was like a soothing breeze on the sunniest of days.

Yet, amidst the tranquility of her world, there existed a shadowy enigma named Y/N L/N. With obsidian hair and eyes that burned like crimson embers, Y/N was a mystery to all who encountered her. Her demeanor was shrouded in secrets, and her love for Elira was an all-consuming fire that left her with no room for rivals.

One by one, Y/N's rivals began to disappear, their names forever lost to the wind. Reimu, Enna, Pomu, Meloco, and Kotoka, they all fell silent, their fates sealed by the hand of their unseen adversary. Y/N was willing to do anything to ensure her love for Elira remained unchallenged, and she took meticulous care to hide all evidence of her sinister deeds.

Elira could not remain oblivious to the strange occurrences around her. Whispers of missing friends and acquaintances reached her ears, and an unsettling feeling gnawed at her heart. Despite the fear that crept into her mind, she chose to confront Y/N.

"Y/N," Elira said, her voice trembling slightly, "there is something amiss here. Friends have vanished without a trace, and I can't ignore it any longer."

Y/N, her eyes dark and unreadable, replied, "My dearest Elira, you need not concern yourself with such trifles. I will protect you, no matter the cost."

Elira's heart wavered as she gazed into Y/N's intense crimson eyes. She knew Y/N was capable of unimaginable things, but the depth of her love was undeniable. It was a love that bordered on obsession, and Elira had a choice to make.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the land, Elira made her decision. She chose to stay with Y/N, for she saw something in her lover that no one else could comprehend—a love that transcended reason and sanity.

"You terrify me, Y/N," Elira admitted, tears glistening in her eyes. "But your love for me is unmatched, and I cannot turn my back on it."

Y/N's face softened, a rare glimpse of vulnerability in her otherwise stoic demeanor. She embraced Elira tightly, promising to protect her at all costs.

In the realm where the sun met the sky, Elira and Y/N's love defied the boundaries of reason. Y/N's possessive attributes continued to cast a shadow over their relationship, but Elira's unwavering kindness and receptiveness became a guiding light for them both.

Together, they navigated the complexities of their love, their hearts forever entwined in a tale of possession and devotion. And in the end, it was the intensity of their love that illuminated even the darkest corners of their souls, proving that love, no matter how twisted, could find its place in the heavens.

As the sun continued its eternal journey, so did the love of Elira Pendora and Y/N L/N, a love that burned as brightly as the sun itself, unyielding and forever bound by fate.

#elira pendora #elira pendora x fem reader #yandere girlfriend #nijisanji en #gxg #wlw #elira pendora x reader

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ohmydarlinghowiloveyou · 1 year

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Is there really such a thing as a line

between

love and obsession? ♡

#randomthoughts #her ♡#obsessive love #yancore #female yandere #yandere #wlw yandere #actually obsessive #actually yandere #yandere thoughts #obsessivecore #obsessive thoughts #obsessive yandere #yanderecore #yandere blog #yandere gxg #unhealthy obsession #lovesick #yandare

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ebi-hime · 1 year

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Writing a quick post to say that I've finished editing and coding my yandere yuri VN for this year's Yandere Jam! The VN is called It gets so lonely here, and it has three routes, multiple choices, and murder! I should be on track to release it at the end of the month (for free!!!), which is all very exciting! Yay! I hope you’re looking forward to it! This VN is a little different to some of my other projects, in that it isn’t linear (wow choices, wow routes), and the narrative itself is a bit non-standard (the whole thing is told in 2nd person haha). I experimented with my writing style a bit, in the hopes of making something atmospheric, so I hope it pays off!

#visual novel #Ren'Py #anime #yandere #yuri #gxg #wlw #lgbtq #horror #it gets so lonely here #it's functionally finished and fully playable #just waiting for assets now uwu

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violet-butterflies · 9 months

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❥︎ yandere! Popular Girl

❥︎ Warnings ! ☞︎︎︎ Possessive, Obsessive, mentions of stalking and Blackmail, gxg ( female yandere! oc x female reader )

yandere! popular girl just moved into a new school and instantly rose up in the university hierarchy. Equipped with the perfect looks, money and charismatic personality, it was no mystery that a lot of people liked her. There were still a group of people that hated her for being a "whore" and a "pick me" but, honestly, it never bothered her. She knows her worth and she does not care about what other people had to say about her for choosing who to be friends with.

Despite all that, she found herself worrying about what you think of her. She first met you in one of her classes. This particular class didn't have that many students in it due to the fact that not a lot of people were very interested in it. Heck, she only joined it because one of her friends wanted to.

The two of you were paired together for a project. To be completely honest, you slightly groaned at the forced decision. You weren't really on the side that liked her. You heard from your friends about the rumors and allegations of how she did her work half-heartedly and of how she's slept with a huge majority of people so, deep down you were already preparing to basically do this project yourself.

But to your surprise, she was actually nice? She tried her hardest to help but struggled a bit because of how slow she was at understanding things but she actually wanted to communicate with you; which was better than a few people you've had worked with who stayed silent and made the atmosphere awkward. You hated to admit it but working with her was actually nice. You were even starting to wonder about why you decided to believe the rumors without actually meeting the person first.

Even so, you didn't really expect to get really close with her due to the complete imbalance and difference in both of your lives.

Yandere! popular girl actually wanted to be your friend though. She was a social butterfly so she really valued friendship. But, you were completely new to what she was used to. Most of her friends were over the top and extravagant in some way but you were, well, average.

"What are you thinking about babe?" yandere! popular girl's boyfriend asked her as the two were cuddling on the couch. yandere! popular girl's boyfriend was a few years older than her and was just starting to work as a pilot.

"Oh, um nothing. Just this girl I want to be friends with" she admitted before thinking to herself. Why was she thinking of you?

Eventually, you somehow became close with yandere! popular girl. You two would have lunch together or wait at a cafe somewhere before your classes. You even began to realize that she was hanging out with you more compared to the people she was really close with.

"(y/n) let's go to this new cafe! I saw on the internet that it's super cute!"

"(y/n) I wanna take you out on a little shopping trip! I bet you'd look super cute if I got to dress you up!"

"(y/n) wanna go to my house? I wanna show you this really cool makeup trick and I wanna try giving you a little makeover!"

Every single day of the week, you'd always had some sort of plan with yandere! popular girl. Because of how much you two were hanging out, you too were propelled up on the popularity board. You weren't exactly sure why but your friends began to stop talking to you ever since yandere! popular girl became your friend. Maybe they just hated that you were now friends with someone they weren't exactly fond of.

"Trust me! This party is gonna be fun! We're gonna have some fun! Plus you look so pretty in my clothes!" yandere! popular girl reassured as you two got out of the car.

The two of you then entered the very loud and crowded party hosted by one of yandere! popular girl's friends. You weren't sure if it was because of how good yandere! popular girl was at convincing people or if it was because you wanted to feel like you fit in with this completely new crowd but, you began drinking cups of the terrible beer. After a few more, you were a giggly drunk that was sprawled all over one of the couches.

"Hold on here (y/n)! I'm gonna go get something to eat! Don't go anywhere!" yandere! popular girl said before leaving you to get more chips. You only could give her a dumb smile as you began giggling at whatever you were thinking about.

"Hi there cutie... Aren't you really happy about something," a random guy came up to you minutes later. You gave him a drunken explanation before giggling again. The conversation was going well but, unbeknownst to the both of you, yandere! popular girl scowled at the sight.

How dare this random rando talk to my (y/n)?! And why are they getting along so well?!

yandere! popular girl then began stormed your way before pulling you to stand up.

"Oh sorry there! I think my girlfriend is really drunk and we're just gonna go now!" Yandere! popular girl said with a fake smile and a slightly passive-aggressive tone.

You then clung onto yandere! popular girl for support when you looked at her.

"Hehe, you're pretty even when you look mad" your drunk self complimented her. Yandere! popular girl's eyes widened as she looked at your flushed face and drunk smile.

Maybe she going to keep planning how she's going to dig through the rando's data to find anything she can use to ruin his life with later. It's not going to be pretty hard for an internet sleuth like yandere! popular girl. After all, why do you think your old friends stopped talking to you anyway?

#tw: yandere #yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere x reader #lovesick #tw: stalking #female yandere oc #female yandere x reader #female yandere #yandere popular girl #yandere popular girl x reader #yandere oc x reader #yandere oc #obsessive yandere #obsessive love #obssesive #yanderecore

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b000mbayah · 1 year

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(G)I-dle as yanderes

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Requested: Yes

Word count: 1,162

Warnings: Mentions of mental, physical, and emotional harm, kidnapping, chaining, stalking, suggested violence.

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Miyeon- Doll type

●Miyeon sees you as a literal object within her possession.

●Takes it upon herself to make sure you don't shatter like her very own personalised porcelain doll.

●You were created for her!

●She'd worship you.

●Miyeon doesn't truly believe she was given such a thing.

●She absolutely adores everything about you.

●Would dress you up,

●Do your makeup,

●Bring you to fancy events,

●But God forgives anyone who looks at you in a way she classifies as "wrong"

●Miyeons favourite thing to do is play with you.

●It's like she's a part of your dolled up life.

●She could be the female Ken to your Barbie if necessary.

●Anything to be near her precious Doll.

"Let's play family Y/n, and we can have a child this time. What do you think of that?"

Minnie- insecure/clingy

●Minnie is far too emotionally dependent on you.

●She fears your disappearance every waking moment.

●Every time you let go of her hand, her brain jumps to conclusions of you running away and never coming back to her,

●Causing her desperate need to seek out validation.

●Minnie will feel overwhelmed and tense when you're not around her.

●Who knows what you could be doing if you're seeing someone else.

●But it worsens tenfold when she can see you talking to someone who's not her,

●Even if they are family to you or her.

●Would definitely steal your hoodies or hats.

●She claims it keeps her sane when she's not near you,

●That they smell of your perfume and shampoo.

●Minnie will work to intertwine herself in with your every activity,

●She'd cause a plague to almost cover your day as she'll make sure she's always on your mind and the only person on your mind.

"I know I'm a few hours early, but I really wanted to see my baby"

Soojin- Loneliness induction type

●Incarnation of evil,

●But you never would guess so with her flaunty hips and intense eyes.

●She has everyone smitten for her, but she only wants you, and it should be the same coming from your end.

●Soojin wants nothing less than to cut you off from the world.

●To seek out you for herself.

●She wants you.

●Soojin would spread rumours,

●And she'll be there with wide arms when you come running for support.

●Soojin would happily corrupt your relationships like it was an amusement park.

●Her only joy came from you, so she'll be your only comfort.

●Soojin would entice you into living with her once your world seems to hit the fan.

●Once her plan has worked, she'll continue to give you backhanded insults.

●This way, you'll subtly agree and furthermore stay beside your new love.

"I'm sorry your parents said this to you, the world seems to hate you. But I don't babygirl, I love you with all my heart. How about I make us your favourite dinner, mmmm?"

Soyeon- Sadistic

●Soyeon will purposefully induce pain and terror into your life by dragging out emotional or physical harm to you.

●She'll desire pleasure from doing so, too.

●She'll similarly spread lies and rumours to isolate you,

●But instead of giving you intense care, she'll give you intense suffering.

●That, or She'd let you escape so she could give you false hope.

●Just know you'll always be in her tight arms by the end of the week, though.

●You'll always be her little punching bag.

●Absolutely fascinated with physical, mental, and emotional limitations.

●Leading her to push you to excel past your limit whenever she pleases.

●She just wants you to squirm underneath her.

●She wants to see the fear in your eyes,

●She wants to hear you cry out her name,

●Because at least she has you this way.

"You'll never escape, when will you learn that? Even death isn't an escape"

Yuqi- Obsessive

●Yuqi is inclined to fight, guard, shield, and observe you from a safe but also obsessive vantage point.

●Yuqi would be everywhere, but nowhere.

●You'll never catch a glimpse of her because she's learnt your habits through excessive and careful observation.

●Definitely has pictures of you pinned somewhere in a secret room within your house.

●Or a shoebox under a broken floorboard full of all the gifts you've given her.

●She believes she's doing this for your best interests,

●When in reality she is just overbearing sometimes.

●She couldn't possibly leave you alone though, what kind of person would she be if she did?

●What if you got in trouble and needed help but she wasn't there?

●She doesn't know how to leave you alone anyway,

●It's just built into her yandere system.

●She doesn't know how to balance and divide her concern and respect for your freedom and independence,

●So you have none.

"Why were you at your friend's house earlier? I thought you said you were going to the shop?'

Shuhua- Restraints type

●Shuhua had fallen so deeply in love with you that her emotions drove her to the only thing she saw logical, kidnapping.

●Shuhua would shackle you to her house.

●This way, you won't just wander off.

●The only time you are allowed to walk around her house freely is one of two reasons:

●1) To let you go to the toilet.

●She can't deal with her house marinating in last night's meal,

●But even then, you're guided to the bathroom and put on a timer.

●2) Once she's accumulated enough trust.

●But that's going to take months, possibly years to build and earn.

●She's cautious and smart, and she knows when you're deceiving her.

●So if you try anything stupid, she'd know right away, and all trust would be lost in an instant.

●Would have little dinner dates in the room with you still chained to the wall.

●Would feed you mouthfuls and have you drink enough water to keep you healthy.

●Would also bring small gifts whenever possible. Your room is covered in pyramids of teddies, plastic flowers, and jewellery you rarely wear after the first time.

●Shuhua's house is constantly locked, with no windows or doors for you to access.

●You're stuck with her forever.

"You're foolish if you think you're leaving. You can't butter me up and slip past me just like that, or are you just stupid?'

#(g)idle #miyeon #minnie #soojin #soyeon #yuqi #shuhua #yandere au #yandere (g)idle #yandere miyeon #yandere minnie #yandere soojin #yandere soyeon #yandere yuqi #yandere shuhua #gxg #kpop #yandere headcanons

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running-with-kn1ves · 1 year

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i would sell my firstborn for more Edira 😍

A/N: So glad you enjoy her o(*￣▽￣*)o ! I got this lil snippet idea out of thin air so I hope it suffices that dom lady craving. Also, unfortunately I'll likely be a bit slow about answering requests until I get out of this funk of neverending procrastination and lack of motivation.

Anniversary-- -----------------------------------------------

(OC) Edira X Gn! Reader

CW: Borderline NSFT, power imbalance, manipulation, blackmail, forced relationship

Kisses. Soft teeth, smudged lipstick on skin, and the ticklish trails of cold fingers up and down your chest. Stained lips trailed from your ear to your jaw, sending electric shivers down your spine. The hairs on your neck stood on end every time her hot breath made contact– the warm, humidity of her mouth scraping over your sensitive nerves. She didn't speak much, only occasionally making light of how so easily you were embarrassing yourself, how simple it was to tease you with a little touch after the wine you both shared during dinner. Your anniversary dinner, to be in fact.

"I'm not one for extravagant celebrations," Edira told you beforehand. "But, since you've been so well-behaved… well, there may be a small reward awaiting you."

It had been a year since you were manipulated into her schemes of being her pretend spouse, but only 7 months since you officially became her real, blackmailed lover. Instead of fake make-out sessions and lies on your sex life, Edira made sure to indulge in each fabrication to the point where it was no longer fiction. She had you wrapped around her finger so tightly with the domineering threat of destroying your life. At first, you completely believed she lacked the hesitation to make the rest of your days miserable if you dared to defy her. But since that initial judgment, this past year has… mildly, altered your opinion. You don't doubt that she would make you pay dearly if you decided to leave, but now… an inkling of you believes that she might truly, irreversibly be attached to you.

From the way her touch began to linger, how her possessiveness grew over the months of affection, her vulnerability becoming more present-- it was an interesting sight to see. If you had left her now, you knew she'd feel betrayed, rather than angry. However, such an emotion could do far more damage than you could imagine.

"Edira," you griped, the merlot still working its magic and making you a hazy disaster.

Edira groaned into your skin. With the cusp of her fingertips she turned your face towards hers. "Yes, my little pet…"

"You're making me all dirty." You mumbled, smudging the prints of red lipstick that were prevalent on your chest and stomach.

She rubbed your cheek, spreading what you can only imagine being more of her lipstick marks. "It's not dirt, it's my affection."

"You know what I mean," you grin, looking at her with half-lidded eyes.

Edira laughs at your expense, looking from your lips to your eyes. "Seems like you can't handle your liquor that well, love. What happened to your boast of 'not being a lightweight'?"

She grins as you lean backward into her touch, her hand forcing your neck down to push your head into her chest. Your clothes were half way unbuttoned and removed, More so then Edira's as she started teasing before you could comprehend what was going on.

You moaned into her shoulder, fluttering your eyelashes upwards. She slid her hands over your bare chest, looking down at your pitiful, tipsy state. It felt warm, having her hands cover your skin and the buzz of her voice fill your ears.

You immediately tensed up as her hand came down just to lightly pat your crotch. The wine had made you so unraveled and needy, to the point where any surprise touch left you in a state of high sensitivity.

"Edira--!" You gripped onto her pencil skirt, leaning upward out of stimulation. Edira caught you in a kiss, her lips hungry for the taste of your mouth. You had been lucky, having her prioritize your pleasure so willingly without making a fuss. But now, it was her turn to have some fun. "T's too much.." you groan with your lips closed, feeling that hot rush of embarrassment come back as she laughed condescendingly.

"Awe, too much for you, sweet thing? But you were able to take it so well before…" she gave you a fake pout of sympathy that made frustration rise in your chest, her soft hands unbuttoning your bottoms. "Besides, you acted so eager earlier, so desperate to be touched, I thought you despised me?."

"It's too much now…can't take it, please.."

You let out an uncharacteristically loud moan at feeling her hand cup the skin of your chest, pushing her thumb in your mouth and against your tongue.

"You can take it, and you will."

Edira pressed another lipstick-covered smooch to your neck, sucking gently on the skin.

"But it's our anniversary," you argue with a full mouth, tongue still sliding against her finger. Shutting your eyes, you feel the heat of her breath on your back.

"It's my anniversary too, you know. Don't I deserve to have some fun?"

You knew better than to answer that, instead kicking your feet like a child.

"Not fair--" you hiccup, letting out another tensed expression as Edira turned your face towards her. Her heavy chest pressed up against your back, leading your inebriated mind to come up with fantasies you knew she'd mock you for.

"Maybe not. But has it ever been fair?"

Edira parted her mouth, inviting herself to your merlot-flavored tongue and weak lips. She kissed you so slowly, the messiness of her desire making your senses cloud and pulling you to sloppy kisses.

"You don't get to make big decisions like that on account of being mine, sweet thing." She brushed her knuckle against your cheek, speaking the condescending pet name and watching your helpless eyes.

But don't fret we're celebrating," She grinned, giving that sadistic, fear-inducing smile-- the one she always gave when she had something in store.

" Happy anniversary, darling."

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hongjoongscafe · 10 months

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Bloody Love...

Chapter: V-Familiarity-

♠︎Pairing: yandere!king!jungkookxoc(coronis)

♠︎Genre: angst, smut, yandere, gore, dark romance, horror, creepy (dark fantasy).

♠︎Summary: "you happen to be in a world where wrong is right and right is wrong."

♠︎Word count: 4.6k+

♠︎Warning: murder, stalking, pussy eating (gxg)

♠︎Note: lemme know if you wanna be added to the permanent or specific taglist!

♠︎Masterpost

♠︎Serieslist

Midnight. The time when the silence washes over the village. It is said that after midnight, the souls of the guards that died run around and protect the realm. This village was just a tiny part of that. There were numerous villages in this realm. But what made this village the worse was that the castle was closer to there.

Coronis found it silly. She loved the darkness of the night. The hauntingness of it was thrilling for her. The mist surrounding her vision gave her another satisfaction. She loved how calm and quiet it would get and there was no one hurdling her way.

Sometimes, she found everything extra silly. Things around her were unrealistic. The baseless hatred among mankind was exceptionally gruesome. It was like an everyday activity to pierce a knife through someone's heart.

At least at night, everyone was tired and shut in their shacks, leaving a speck of stability around. There was no one fighting, no one was drowning themselves in alcohol near the slouchy path. There were no deafening herds of horses or blood-curdling screams for mercy.

At night, it was all calm and collected. Yet it felt like some hawk eyes were piercing through her brain.

Coronis was with her father, coming back from the meadows on the other side of the woods. The only light reflecting was from the lantern they both held and the foggy moonlight.

The trees were blurring behind the thick haze. The path back to the village was horrendous and soaked. The mud was grossing Coronis out. The howls of the Owls were unsettling.

Amidst all the silent chaos, she could hear a crow cawing in the distance. That made her heart thump against her chest. The creepy horror was seeping into her bones as time passed.

After her brief engagement with Nori, when she returned back home, Martha told her about the work that she had to do with Draco. And they left for the meadows the next moment.

Her aunt had passed away after suffering from a bacterial infection. Though they had not visited her lately, she was still important to the family. And the wealth she had left behind was even more critical to take care of. Not because they were greedy for money but the fact that Cousin Griffin had left for the South for King's work. The property was needed to be saved from the predators who were too eager to get their hands on anything that could buy them a quick inebriation. This wealth belonged to Griffin, rightfully. And they needed to protect it for him.

Onyx had also returned the same day. He looked paler and thinner almost as if he was not fed enough. On asking, he just shrugged and said “I am just thankful to be here, alive.” which practically did not satisfy anyone's worries. Even Circe looked sympathetic to her older brother.

It was not surprising.

“We should have stayed there for a night,” Draco sighed as he stopped. It was a frigid night but his forehead was covered in sweat. He wiped and looked back at Coronis who was walking behind with a jute carrier on her shoulder, filled with emotional possessions.

Coronis stopped next to her father and dropped the sack on the ground. Her breath was huffing. “I think so. But it would have been much more perilous to bring it all with us without getting stabbed… So I think it is better now than tomorrow.”

Draco nodded, agreeing with her. “We should rest here before proceeding with this path. I feel my legs falling off.” He took out a little sheet for his daughter to sit on. They both sat down and sipped some water and munched on some bread that Coronis packed with them.

They both sat there in silence, hearing animals howl and growl in the space. But one echoing cawing was making her eye twitch... Again and again. Deep down, she could feel the frightening feeling crawling up her spine. Something was coming her way.

“Coronis…” The father sighed.

“Yes, Father,” She looked at him, who looked tired. His eyes were shrinking into his skull. The dark circles were reaching far below his cheekbones. The wrinkles looked deeper and the skin looked rough, dead of any moisture. Her heart squeezed inside her chest. He looked like a dead man walking around.

It was the first time she noticed him up so closely.

“I don't know what happened to Martha… I'm scared for her,” he let out another sigh. “We have been together for so long. I was only eighteen and she was sixteen. Since then, we have never separated our paths. We knew how things were ruling over here. None of our parents were nice to us. It was bad, really bad. When both of our parents passed away, we cried tears of happiness. We knew in this world, only we both could be nice to each other and give all the love we could… It was never enough. I never gave her enough love. I was always on foot, going around, surviving and trying to bring some food home. It was all worth it though. Whenever I came back home, she would let out a sigh of relief and look at me, head to toe, to see if I was wounded or not. Whenever she would find even a tiny little scratch, she would cry and treat it with full care.”

Draco was looking up at the dull sky, eyes holding all the stars, that the sky couldn't hold, for his wife who was waiting back at home for her two gems to come back, safe and sound. He continued, “For her whole life, she just focused on keeping us safe. You know when she was pregnant with you, she would stitch these little gowns and bows for you… I always used to ask how she was so sure that it was going to be a girl. You know what she would say?” she shook her head and he chuckled, “she would say with a blushy face that she is sure about a baby girl because she feels less stressed as if the baby in her belly was taking half of her worries. She started to Iive happier and would talk to her swell all the time about everything.” his eyes filled with tears at the far memory. “Then you were born. So calm and collected. As if you were an old lady trapped in an infant's body. You would not cry but sit there, looking tiny and pretty and just look at your mother. You brought her happiness no one ever did. Not me, not Onyx, not Circe. For some reason, you were all she ever wanted to have with me. Not that she didn't love the other two… you were just a part of her that she couldn't keep her mind away from. Someone special you could say.”

Coronis didn't know how to say anything. Her senses were filled with emotions that she couldn't quite put a finger on. She was aware of her family, and how much they were different from others. They never fought. When she saw others beating their wives to death, her father kissed his wife's pain away and told her how much he loved her and that everything will be alright.

“Seeing her so tense reminds me of days when we used to live with the fear of your grandparents attacking us. But only worse.” He said. “I hope she feels better soon.” Draco stood up, cleaning his clothes. “Stay here, I'll be back in a second.” he gestured his pinky finger and jogged deeper into the woods.

Coronis sighed and stood up herself and started folding the sheet and packing the stuff back. Soon, she heard the fluttering of a bird closer and then right above her. She looked up and saw a distressed crow above her. She gasped and tried to fling it away. “Coro! No! What happened?!” she hissed. The crow clawed her hair and turned her head in one direction. She opened her eyes and her jaw dropped. A scream bubbled in her throat but never escaped.

There stood a man much closer yet still far away. She could tell who he was. This time, his face was covered but his chest was bare… Drenched in blood. The sweat started trickling down her face, and the crow sat on her shoulder. Her chest rose up and down, trying to take in enough oxygen to at least make her stay awake and not faint. He looked like a monster standing there between the thick mist around him. The lantern in his hand made him look bloodthirsty. Though, he looked like he had just drunk up a whole human. This made her think about her father in an instant. Was he okay? Who's blood is on his chest?

She looked around and saw about five more pairs of eyes looking directly into her soul. The panic started to bubble up. She rubbed her eyes to see him clearer but the moment she opened her eyes, he was gone, as if he was never there. But she knew he was. She knew he was there to see her and would follow her along.

“Coronis,” she flinched violently and turned around. A sigh of relief escaped her seeing her father alive in front of her eyes. “What happened? Why are you looking like you are about to pass out.” He held her against his chest and patted her head. Coro flew and sat on Draco’s shoulder.

Coronis took a deep breath and closed her eyes, listening to her father's panicked heartbeat that slowly calmed her. “I got scared.”

“Of what?” he carefully asked.

“Just that you took some time to come back,” she whispered and hugged her father tighter.

Draco kissed her head, “I'm back, okay? C’mon, let's go before it is even later. And why is Coro here?”

“Nothing, he just flew and came to us.”

…

The father and daughter knocked at their house’s door. Not even a breath later, Martha opened it with a huge smile and welcomed them in.

“Ah, I was getting worried about you two,” Martha said. “I couldn't even close my eyes.”

Draco smiled and hugged her tightly and pecked her lips. “We took a break in the forest. It was a long walk… I can feel my feet falling off.”

Martha chucked, “Hm, I knew it. So, I have prepared some warm water for you to soak your feet in.” She quickly bought two buckets with her and placed them in front of two chairs. “Here, sit.”

Coronis let out a sigh as her cold and tired feet touched the warm water. The burden of the day washed out and her brain started to shut down. She had no more energy to think or process the night. It had taken a heavy toll on her mental and physical health.

The image of his blood-blanketed chest spiraled in her mind, making her shiver. In the deepest of the forests, he was following her with silent steps. She did not see him again after that. But this time she realized how much he was prowling her without her knowledge and it was enough to make her awake in alertness.

“I would say we should make Circe sleep in your room from now on,” Coronis spoke in a low voice. “I don't feel comfortable sleeping with her anymore… I'm getting older and,” she cleared her throat, “I have my own needs to take care of.”

As awkward as she made it sound, Martha understood why she said that. However, Draco felt concerned. Seeing that their daughter is now an adult and so ready to get married. He didn't voice his thoughts but kept them in his mind.

“Of course, sweetheart… We understand,” Martha said. “Would you like to have something before going to sleep?”

How lucky could she feel thinking about the chances of Circe sleeping with her parents the night he gifted that awful locket?

…

The morning was silently chaotic. The whispers, people running around, gasps. Coronis sighed, knowing exclusively well what was happening.

“What was the number?” she asked as she stepped out of her slot and paddled towards the kitchenette.

“Two hundred sixty-seven,” Onyx reminded. “But in my opinion… You should start another set of counting.”

She stopped and turned around to look at her brother with a confused look. “Why?”

“Hmm… Maybe a new tendency of assassinating the lord's men has begun. If you want to, see it for yourself… I would not propose it though but it would be three if we count the one who captured Circe. It's not a sight to see…” he saw her running outside and shook his head. He knew it was something Coronis didn't need to see. It was horrible yet not surprising.

Coronis regretted it in an instant. She shouldn't have left her shack. The scene was horrible. Gut-wrenching. One of the men was hung on the hook, his chest ripped apart, his eyes ripped out– leaving a bloody trail on his cheeks. For so long, she had only seen people with large gashes, naked, hung on the hook. In the worst scenario, a headless body with their heads hung around. It always looked like an easy way to go. Breathing life was torturous. But death came with just a few gashes and a quick snap of a sword. Later the body was mutilated but the death couldn't feel anything.

This… This was horrendous. The nails of the man were covered in fresh blood which was still not dried yet and his arms had scratches. He looked like he went through hell before he died. Unlike others, he played with hell himself.

Was it the worst anyone could do? No.

The switches in her mind snapped and lurked back in time. Last night. He was standing there covered in blood, eyes looking shallower and colder. Was he there to kill this man? What was the purpose of him to be there at all?

Something in Coronis’s mind knocked that he was behind this unfortunate. Even though any man of the Lord did not deserve any mercy, considering this man has undoubtedly beheaded many. But the cruelty he has been through shone through his limp body.

It's all his deed.

The neigh of the horse made her flinch and look in its direction. A big blunder. His piercing gaze was looking deep into hers. He had two more men on his side. One of them seemed like he was talking to him, telling him about stuff. He patted his back and nodded.

“Coronis, come back inside,” Onyx called her back, seeing how she was almost hyperventilating. She didn't even feel it. “I warned you. But my mistake is telling you to see it yourself. Now, calm down, okay? It’s alright. Everything is okay. I’m here. You don’t need to worry.”

Brothers, if good, are the biggest blessings. Coronis always felt protected and easy whenever Onyx was around. She remembered when they were little, he would always be around her. Whenever they went to the market, he would hold her hand and never let it go. And when the patrolmen and guards passed by, he would cover her eyes and hug her, whispering that everything is okay and that he would never let anyone touch any hair of hers let alone her body. He was like a human shield for her and still is.

“I’m fine, I just… I feel tired,” she whispered against his chest as he hugged her.

Onyx rested his palm on her forehead, “Coronis, you are burning. You must have caught a fever after travelling for so long. Go into your room… I'll come to you in a moment.”

Coronis followed his command like a little puppy. She slipped into her blanket and lay down, closing her eyes. She tried to shut down her brain before the anxiety rushed in. But it failed terribly.

Things have taken a big turn. It was only going downhill and she was dragging others with her, too. She didn't know why that guard was hung over there but she was worried about her family and Nori.

“There, there, little girl,” Onyx came in with a bowl full of soup and some bread. “You eat this first. I'm right here. I don't have to go to work today.”

“Where is mom?” she asked.

“She had some errands to run. She is at the market. Won't be long,” he said as he dipped a piece of bread in soup and fed her. “What happened? And don't even think of lying… I can see right through you.” He waited for her to finish and speak.

“Nothing,” she said.

“Coronis. Nothing is not the answer I want,” he said authoritatively.

Coronis sighed and tears pricked in her eyes. The burden was whacking against her chest, trying to escape and scream freely. She had no clue about how to stop all of this mess and save everyone she loved. It did not seem like a good idea to bare her feelings in front of her brother who had just returned from only he knows what misery.

“Everything is falling apart. When I think that I might be getting better or that everyone around me is getting better, it all goes down and crushes into dust. All the hopes and expectations fall apart and hurt. I'm bringing down everyone along with me,” she cried. “I feel like this is going to end very badly.” She looked into his eyes. “I do not want to lose any one of you.”

Onyx sadly chuckled and threaded his fingers through her hair. “It is going to end badly one way or another… So why not keep us aside for once and think about what makes you happy?” He smiled and hugged her. “We all are built to go away at one point. So just enjoy what makes you happy for these moments and see what happens…”

Maybe for once, she needed to break the ties.

…

A light hand caressing Coronis's head and a cold handkerchief on her forehead woke her up. Her eyes slowly blinked, trying to focus.

“Ah, did I wake you up?” a soft familiar voice spoke.

“Nori?” Coronis whispered.

“Hmm, yeah?” she asked.

Coronis looked at her and saw her sitting beside her, looking pretty as always in her black gown. She was stroking her hair, making her head feel better. “What are you doing here?”

“I met Martha in the market. She said she was going to be late as her work was still stuck… Something about the aunt that passed away. So she sent me here to hand over some stuff that was needed. Then Onyx told me you had a fever. He needed to be somewhere so I offered to stay with you,” she laid next to her and hugged her side.

“Circe?” Coronis asked.

“She went with Draco who came a few moments ago. They went to the meadows,” Nori tucked away Coronis's hair behind her ear.

“So we are alone here?” she asked.

“Mhm,” she smiled.

Nori felt like the home Coronis craved. Her sympathetic eyes and delicate face brought euphoria to her footsteps. It was the vulnerability that was fogging her mind again.

Being with Nori was what made her genuinely happy. Love or lust… She didn't know what it was but whatever it was, it was addicting. She felt like the weed that Coronis needed to smoke.

Nori… was all she felt.

“Your fever is down now…” Nori started. “ I heard that you travelled for a long time yesterday. You were already tired when you left my place,” she blushed thinking about the things they did. “I think that is why you got a fever.”

Coronis listened to her talk, “I want to be happy,” she said, keeping all of her shame aside.

Nori looked at her, “hm?”

“I want to feel happy,” she said again. “Can you make me happy? Please me? Just me and nothing in return? Would that be too selfish?”

That's what made her happy. The feeling of her hands and mouth on her. For Coronis, there were lesser feelings but the itch for physical affection was overpowering. Her needy wants were what she wanted to satisfy. As much as she felt horrible for using Nori for her needs, she had started to feel some attraction, too. Every day, she found herself drifting towards her with a need to look at her and feel her against her fingertips.

This was the only time she let go of herself and became desperate for herself.

Nori bit her lower lip shyly. “You don't have to please me in return. I love pleasing you and the feeling of you near me. That's all I want.”

Coronis turned to her side and held Nori's face. She slowly pecked her, “Then please, help me feel happy,” and whispered.

Nori kissed her passionately. Their tongues tangled together. Coronis could feel herself getting embarrassingly wet for Nori. “Please, Nori, I can't take it anymore.”

Nori crawled down and removed the blanket from her and raised the skirt of her gown. In no time, she was bare in front of her eyes.

She kissed her ankle and slowly made her way up while licking and kissing every inch of her. She kissed her inner thigh and blew hot breath on her dripping core, making her shiver and giggle dumbly.

They looked like a lovesick couple.

She could see how Coronis was dripping wet for her. Her cunt was begging for attention and so she got. Nori dipped her head between her legs and licked a long strip, capturing her clit between her lips and sucking on it.

“Fuckk,” Coronis moaned. She could feel the vibration of Nori humming on her cunt. Her fingers grabbed her hair and pushed her face harder onto her cunt. “So good for me!”

Nori pushed her two fingers into her cunt and curled them, hitting her G-spot perfectly. Coronis's back arched and her mouth fell open in a silent scream. Nori quickened her pace and fucked her with her fingers. She licked and sucked on her clit until she could feel Coronis cum. Her legs shook and closed around her head as she came.

Nori sat up and looked into Coronis’s eyes and licked her fingers clean. She smiled, “you always taste so sweet.”

Coronis chuckled. “Thank you so much,” she said after catching her breath. She sat up and fixed her clothes. “Thank you for understanding me and helping me… I can't say something out loud but you get me through so much.”

“I said it yesterday… I’ll say it again. You don't have to tell me anything. I'm just glad that we can be together here and just… Exist,” Nori smiled. But before this exchange could proceed to something schmaltzy, she spoke up again. “I have to go to the market nearby. Will you join me?”

…

As Nori was pulling Coronis with her through the crowd of the market, Coronis got lost in her thoughts.

Her mind wandered back to the morning. When she saw him covered in blood, it was around midnight. And when she saw that man hanging on the hook, it was late in the morning. It had a difference of almost two-quarters (basically, almost twelve hours) of a full day and night when she saw him and then the man on the hook.

He was covered in blood at night but the man that she saw had fresh blood dripping down his body. It looked stiff. And he was there, clean in his attire. Not a spec of blood.

The man was not killed at night. He did not kill him. As far as she could think.

Then who did? A guard or patrolman, for sure. But why?

Was he out there at night hunting for wild animals? Or was there something else he was doing? Why did it feel like it had to do something with her?

She felt like she was making everything about herself at this point. Nothing was adding up. It was all a big mess. She could not wrap her head around anything that was going on. What exactly was this?

“Coronis,” Nori shook her out of her thoughts. “Are you alright?”

“Hm?” she looked around and then back at her. “Oh yeah! I am fine, yeah.”

Nori felt strange. She could see the gears turning around in Coronis’s mind. “Can you do me a favour?”

“Yeah, of course,” Coronis said.

“I'll get the meat. Can you get the fruits from Eli's?” she sweetly asked.

“Okay,” she took the money and walked towards the Eli’s. She checked through the fruits and got the best one she could find and paid the price.

On her way back, she was met with a familiar scent that made her shiver out of her boots. She looked to her right and saw a young girl, around her age, preparing some redolent.

Coronis stepped into the shop and looked around and saw many glass bottles containing pretty coloured liquid. Each of them was labelled as different redolent. Some were floral and some were labelled as cigars. An odd choice of scent but she couldn't make a remark on it.

“What would you like?” the girl asked as she looked at the newcomer.

Coronis looked at the bottle that the girl was preparing. Its scent was almost making her suffocate yet it was pleasant to sniff. She had only sniffed it once. It had a delightful scent of woody and musky redolent.

“How much for that?” she pointed at the bottle.

The girl's eyes widened. “You can not buy that,” she said.

“Why not?”

“It's for the Lord. You know, no one can use what he exploits,” Coronis’s ears started to ring. She got out of the shop and quickly walked in Nori’s direction.

No no no, this can't be it, she thought. This can not happen. This is not real. This is not fucking real. Her hands and pupils shook in dread after the realization hit her in her guts.

Her world shattered in front of her eyes after hearing just a few words. Out of everyone, him. How unlucky was she that she was thrown into this situation? She thought she was playing with the devil but it was the Lord himself.

The sweat trickled down her face as her colour went pale. Her lips felt chapped and her throat went dry. It was forbidden. Everything that she was committing was forbidden. This could no longer happen.

Her brain was empty of thoughts and only those firey gaze remained stuck.

“Coronis!” Nori caught Coronis by her arm. “What happened? Why are you sweating like that? Did something happen? Talk to me!” she started to panic after seeing how Coronis was hyperventilating.

Coronis shoved the fruits into Nori's hands and pulled away. She looked at Nori as if she was a ghost. Her steps moved away from Nori as she tried to get a grip on Coronis. But she whimpered and her tears rolled down her cheeks. She vigorously shook her head and gestured to her (Nori) to stop wherever she was.

“Coronis, why are you doing this?” Nori felt hurt seeing the woman she loved running away from her like this. Her heart felt heavier and on the edge of bursting.

She felt sympathetic to Coronis as she saw how her face drained out of blood and looked like a phantom. Her body shook like a leaf and sweat soaked her face like water.

Poor girl must have seen something awful to make her look like this. Coronis was stronger than any woman Nori had ever seen. She always carried herself with a tough demeanour, scaring people away. And now, seeing her crumble in front of her eyes, broke her heart. She wanted to hold her and tell her that everything was fine.

“We can’t do this anymore! We are done!”

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