#yandere labyrinth

[after-witch]

Bitter Peaches [Yandere Jareth x Reader]

Title: Bitter Peaches [Yandere Jareth x Reader]

Synopsis: You escaped from the Goblin King. But the real world isn’t exactly peaches, either.

Word Count: 2116

Notes: yandere, (previously) kidnapped reader, brief mentions of groping and kissing

The world is upside down.

That’s how you know you’re dreaming about him again, as you walk down a hallway, dimly lit with candlelight. You can hear the soft pad of your feet underneath you, bare and cold, against a hard cobblestone floor. There’s a familiar dampness in the air, a buzzing from unseen rooms, filled with laughter and the sound of tinkling glass. Something in you aches to join them, but you resist, continuing your course down the hall.

At the end of the long hallway, there is no open door or alternate route. Only a staircase in front of you but of course, it’s not the right side up and you have nowhere to go. Instead, you see something fine and sparkling out of the corner of your eye. You whirl. 

And there he is--Jareth.

He’s gaudy as ever. Wearing a golden suit with silver fur wrapped around his shoulders, contrasting against the plain white of your simple nightgown. It’s not at all like the gowns you wore in his castle. No, this is some cheap bargain bin thing you fished out of a secondhand shop. Most of the stains came out in the wash, at least.

For a moment, watching him walk towards you with all the primping of a peacock, you flush. How would he view you now, like this? Your hair washed in dollar shampoo and your clothes dirty and your eyes rimmed with tiredness. Sometimes when you look in the mirror, you can’t fathom how you were ever a queen.

Yet in his eyes there is no mockery or disdain, as you often feared you would find in your dreams. Instead he grasps your chin in a gloved hand and leans in to kiss you. You let him, because it feels right--it feels like you’re getting closer to normalcy with his lips on yours and his warm body pressed against you. You find you can’t remember why you fled him in the first place, why you found your way back to the real, solid human world.

His lips taste of spilled wine, of ten course meals cooked over castle fires. You can smell the expensive scent soaked into the leather of his gloves as he keeps your chin in his fingers.

He could be real, couldn’t he? It was hard to tell, when you were in the Labyrinth, when  you were in his Castle, exactly where dreams ended. And now is no different.

He leads you away, and the stairs are suddenly as they should be. You climb and  mourn the loss of his lips.

In moments--too fast--you’re walking through the doorway to your room. Not your real room, back at your apartment, but your room in his castle. Your gilded cage, stuffed with gowns and toys and trinkets and locked with golden chains that kept you in place.

He sits you down in front of your vanity and his hands reach down to cup your breasts through your gown. It feels right, to be touched by him. A touch you’ve known endlessly over the span of years that he kept you.

Yet there’s something shameful in it, something wrong in the feel of his fine leather gloves on your stained nightclothes.

“You could be wearing silk,” he offers, his lips close to your ear. “You could have everything you want.”

You sigh, and your eyes begin to close as your tilt your neck back and imagine having everything.

But it’s wrong. It’s wrong because you gave it up. No, not gave it up.  You ran from it, full speed.

“This is a dream,” you say abruptly. Your eyes practically snap open as you take in  your surroundings. The vanity is overstuffed with perfumes, figurines, pearls and jewels dripping out of the drawers like limp snakes.

“I escaped,” you continue, staring at yourself in the mirror, eyes flitting to his reflection. Your mouth feels fuzzy. The words don’t come out right.  “I’m free. I’m not really here.”

In the mirror, he smiles. Patient.

“Oh, yes, you did escape.” His hand toys with your hair. “Such a brave feat for a brave girl. But I wonder, can you really survive without me?”

You want to tell him yes, but something heavy looms on your chest and there’s a strange sensation--the feel of your hands touching paper envelopes,  your hands groping in your purse, empty, always empty. The sensation is pushed down as you stare at him in the mirror.

He patiently waits for your attention before he speaks. You know the words are coming before he says them. Because he says them in every dream.

“Should you need me…”

**

You bolt upright in your bed, sweat dampening your neck, heart pounding, breath short.

For a moment, you feel nothing but panic. And then reality sets in as the sounds and sights of the real world seep back into existence. The din of the city outside your windows, distant music and car horns and sometimes broken glass, shouting. The drone of the never-ending TV in the apartment above yours. 

The buzzing of your fridge, which your landlord refuses to properly fix unless you pay the rest of this month’s rent and next month’s rent upfront--a task you, with only $5 in your wallet until your next payday and other bills with second notices on the way, can’t conceivably do.

You curl up on your side and will your heartbeat to slow down.  It was a dream, that was all. He can’t get you in  your dreams. And he can’t get you here, not without an invitation. You know that much.

You close your eyes and beg your body to let you sleep soundly for the rest of the night. You have work in the morning.  You hate it, truly. Not just because it’s a shitty job in a gas station on the wrong side of town. It’s so much more than that. 

It’s because you have to leave in the early, dark hours of the morning to get there; it’s because you have to brave the darkened alleyways and the bus that is never quite on time and the patrons who sometimes show up with blown pupils and a desire to fuck with you; it’s because despite it all, you’re still so unused to doing everything yourself.

You’d been living there for years and years, the queen of the Goblin City. How many you couldn’t say. Yet in the real world, only a decade had passed.

While you were growing complacent and used to having your every need and whim tended to by Goblins or inexplicable magic, other people your age were learning about paying bills and getting jobs or going to college. While you were being dressed in gowns made from butterfly silk in preparation for a ball where nothing but fairy floss was served, they were working their way through cookbooks and considering their first starter homes.

You almost feel like a child. Useless on your own. Helpless to carve your way in a world that is so unfamiliar to you now. Helpless, useless, childish, hopeless.

And… are you?

It’s staggering how these seemingly simple steps to live--work, pay bills, cook, clean--have become so complicated. You weren’t able to pay your bills on time as-is. You only lived here on the grace of your landlord, whose patience with you had run exceptionally thin as of late.

Every worry that has crossed your mind darts in and out of your thoughts as you drift off to sleep. Unpaid bills and late notices and final notices and the neighbor that leers at you when you leave for work in the morning and your manager who threatened to fire you if you showed up late one more time. Stacks of worries, overlapping. The thoughts soon become fuzzy, and then nothing at all, as you fall asleep.

**

Work was work, and your feet ache as you begin to trudge up the four flights to your apartment. A pile of envelopes sticks out of your purse, but there’s no excitement in having so much mail. You know what’s inside the stacks. Bills. Late notices. That red one--a final notice on the credit card you were forced to take out, you’re sure.

 As you file through the stack, there’s a plain envelope that makes your stomach drop before you even open it. It’s almost like precognition, the way your body senses doom before it happens. Your hands tremble as you pull out the paper, words printed in black ink, clear as crystal.

Your landlord is raising the rent next month. A lot. And he expects it to be paid on the first of the month, in full, no exceptions. All late rent must be paid in full by the end of the week. Tenants who don’t comply will be evicted.

Hysteria. That’s what you feel, isn’t it? Something hilarious in a completely wrong sense--it shouldn’t be funny, and yet, there’s a dread-filled tickling in your chest. Because you can’t afford it. You can’t even afford to pay what you owe on this month’s rent. 

Not to mention your credit card bills, the gas bill, the electric bill--you’re not even counting on grocery money anymore. Your meals consist of free samples from work and the single frozen dinner you sneak out of the freezers before leaving. Your entire next paycheck will only just cover what you owe for this month’s rent--and what will you have left for next month? Nothing.

Nothing.

You have nothing. You are nothing. You’re useless and stupid in this world.

 You can feel a migraine coming on, and you head into the bathroom to quench it with some pain pills. But before you can fling open the cabinet, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror.

The mirror is streaky.  You can’t exactly afford proper glass cleaner. Your reflection does nothing to improve the image. You blink at your red, glassy eyes and touch a finger to your lip hair, to the sleeve of your creased, dirty work uniform that you can’t afford to wash right now.

And it hits you all at once. The dreams and thoughts and regrets. Like a bitter peach, hard and under-ripe.

You miss it. You miss the castle. You miss the ballgowns and feasts and the goblin servants stumbling over themselves to please you. You miss… him. And the way he made you feel like everything, as long as you made him your entire world.

The real world, as it turns out, really fucking blows. God, what a world you grew up in--what a world, what a world. Who could stand to live here, where landlords held out their hands and demanded blood from stones, where you stood woozy from a lack of proper nutrition while you waited for a bus to take you to a job that couldn’t actually pay the bills?

You want him back. You need him back, and everything he brings. Even if it means giving up your freedom. What else can you do? With the only apartment you could--haha--afford being pulled out from underneath you. With the real world crumbling.

So you say it.

“I do need you,” you whisper into the mirror. And you swear something black shimmers in the mirror, so you close your eyes and wait and wait for the feeling of his arms around you.

But nothing.

 And how silly, you think. Have I forgotten the rules already?

The image of your crying, sad self in the streaked mirror already feels like a distant memory. Already you can imagine yourself in the splendor of your rooms; you can imagine yourself in his arms.

“I wish the goblins would come and take me away. Right now.”

There’s a moment where the air seems to simmer with heat and then the balcony window bursts open. It’s just as dramatic and shimmering and overwhelming as the first time he took you.

This time, you don’t back away in childish, naive fright. This time you run straight into his arms, repentant and eager all the same. The tittering chattering of goblins doesn’t frighten you as it once did, but feels familiar. Feels safe.

“Well,” he says, and his voice is solid this time, solid and real. “Did you get it all out of your system?”

You nod against his chest. Your lashes blink against black sequins that glitter even in the dim light.

“Why don’t we return to the castle? This is no place for someone like you.”

You let yourself be enveloped by his presence and led right through the balcony. You don’t fall into open air, but feel yourself stepping back onto the cobblestone path that leads to the castle.

That leads home.

#yandere jareth #jareth x reader #yandere #yandere labyrinth #afterwitch writes

[angstyantoinette]

Yandere! Jareth x Fem! Reader

When was it now that he first saw you, in all your blameless abundance? Was it through his crystals, after many a painful night, where he was remembered all too well of his failed games?

Every time he looked in the mirror, he saw nothing but her cruel eyes. She consumed his nightmares, tore his heart apart and tossed his affections for her back in his face.

Not so sweet Sarah.

"You have no power over me."

He often woke up in his empty chambers, reaching immediately for the crystals but almost recoiling at the searing memory of her muttering those hateful, fateful words.

Possibly so, though at his worst, Jareth often felt the unescapable urge to see her again. To talk to her again, perhaps to check up on her?

No. No.

Sarah was never His.

She was too good for him.

Yet, she could be so poisonous. Ungrateful for his love, his offering to be everything she wanted that the human world could never live up to.

As much as he tried to forget and allow himself to rise higher than ever-like he did after the other runners had long gone- his stolen Sarah had crumbled Jareth to dust. She had taken his power, the strength she had taken so long to find within herself and turned everything upside down.

That was enough to direct his misplaced pining towards something akin to hatred.

What he could bear himself to see was hurtful, the betrayal seeming so fresh within his memory. He shook as he gazed upon fractured shards of Sarah moving on to her adult life, Sarah finding love elsewhere, Sarah Williams forgetting of all she had known of the labyrinth.

Forgetting all she had known about HIM.

Jareth could never have let something like that change him forever. It wouldn't matter in the long run, he'd always said. He could make and break a million things with the flick of his wrist...all that could be thought was that heartbroken king was often a dangerous one.

Sarah was just one of many runners in his realm. She had fought tooth and nail like the rest to take her brother back from Jareth's claws...escaping with him.

Time moved differently in the Labyrinth, as those who resided there were constantly reminded. The goblins knew that something had been slipping in their ruler's sense of being for all the time he spent grieving. But night after night all Jareth could see was a hollowed king. A husk of the being he'd always been...but wasn't sure he would ever be again.

Within you.

He closed his eyes, forcing out the imagery of his defeat. He'd tried. Spinning the world around the girl's every whim and wish only to be slighted by mere words in the end. After everything! Taking her to a ball to fraternize with his kind. He thought he could trust her. He thought, that in due time, she would come to trust him and welcome him completely. How foolish, how wanting could he have been?

In many ways, Jareth could be just as naive, just as willfully igorant as she once was.

Day after day he wandered throughout the wide expanses of his realm, feeling lost within his own creation. The need to feel a sense of humanity within himself, despite being such a formidable ruler for...millenniums, was it? It couldn't have possibly been that long since he came to the throne, somewhat unsure yet ambitious with his power. He remembered the pride he felt when he fully grasped the power flowing through him.

He remembered the euphoric feeling of his lavish feasts, his wondrous costumes. His many affairs, the charm and mild arrogance that won just about everyone over. All kinds of people wanted to have the chance to walk through his doors and dance the night away, guzzling enchanted wines and being accosted at every turn.

Jareth was the one everyone wanted.

The dances and banquets dwindled from many hundreds to just one.

Over the course of his new, solitary way of rule, he began receiving wishes. Pathetic cries of anguish that never seemed to cease until he granted them. They were restless wishes, selfish pleads, culminating in the first runner all those years ago.

No Sarah...not for many years to come.

"Why have you come here?"

Jareth swallowed thickly, casting his eyes towards the glass sculptures within the cold walls of the palace. He didn't like the feeling of confinement that he rejected in his own kingdom. He thrived within his own fashion, and no one would ever worm their way into his head, festering his thoughts even faster than they already were.

"I seek guidance, from you.”

A chuckle.

"You...need guidance from me? Of all of your subjects, you beg for my help?" A deep, yet obviously female voice mocked him from the shadows of the unfamiliar palace. The air of feeling cornered, feeling surrounded was on of his many discomforts in his otherwise, usually fulfilling life.

"There's something...I must clarify with you. Or ask, I suppose-"

"Well which one is it, a question or a selfish demand?"

Jareth snapped his head upwards, pulling his hand away from his face, revealing a scowl. He gritted his teeth and let his hand bolt down to his side, clenching it.

Don't say the words, you fool.

You know what happens.

"Call it a question, Khara. It is all I ask of you, then I'll be out of your way.”

#yandere #x you #yandere jareth #yandere labyrinth #labyrinth #drabble #headcanon

[heartfullofleeches]

How do you think Hound would react to a reader that basically treats them like a dog or puppy? Like giving them treats when they sit or roll over, or giving them head pats, or giving them face kissies while telling them how cute they are or even telling them how good of a boy (gender neutral) they are.

The Maunder Labyrinth Hound. The one with the muzzle you are not allowed to take off - gotcha, just had to make sure.

Hound would be very... confused. It's a bit of a sore area as they'd prefer to be treated more like a person if they have to interact, but any positive attention is good attention. They wouldn't go so far as to roll over, but they'd shake your hand if you asked. They'd consider you a liar if you called them cute as they're far from it and normally push you away if you try to kiss due to the whole being a people eating dog-human thing with an uncontrollable appetite, but you persisted they'd give in but be so confused as to why someone would give them real love.

If they've eaten at least ten minutes before they'll remove their mask and sneak a kiss somewhere inconspicuous like your shoulder and deny it ever happening. When they silently lay their head in your lap they're asking for more head pats, but will neither confirm or deny their needs. Giant puppy doesn't react well to affection but they need it about as much as the corpses littered around the mansion.

#Maunder Labyrinth #yandere #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere x reader #yandere oc

[male-yandere-tournament]

Bonus Round:

#polls #male yandere #yandere male #elisabeth #elisabeth das musical #poto #phantom of the opera #labyrinth #heathers #musicals

[bbreaad]

Favorite characters

#yandere simulator #yandere sim fan art #yanderesimulatorfanart #yanderesimulator #yandere sim art #fan art #lovesick #my art #digital art #doodle #taro/budo #tarobudo #taro yamada #budo masuta #budo masuyama #ブルーアーカイブ #blue archive #ブルアカ #white day: a labyrinth named school #white day #eternal return #Black Survival

[platinumrosetail]

So you guys must’ve heard about the Otome game called ‘what the hell is bad?’ And considering how they share some similarities I thought why not have a crossover with them?

I can see this going two ways.

One: the player or reader in this case gets teleported to the magi world and travels through it wining the hearts of many men (as i don’t do female love interest as that is uncomfortable for me please be respectful of that thank you).

Or

Two: the magi characters get teleported into ‘what the hell is bad?’ World as cats and helps the reader with their angel problem but the males gain feelings for the reader as she takes care of them until they can turn back into their original forms.

I’m mostly leaning towards the first one since it would be easier but I can make some little scenes for the second idea on here for fun if y’all want, and even if y’all don’t like the second option I’m still going to do it cause I find the idea funny lol.

I just started on chapter 2 so I don’t know fully of what’s happened as I finally found the chapter (which was a chat like chapter thing) that I had accidentally missed until I was done with almost all chapters in chapter 1 before I could move on.

Honestly the gender can be female or male I haven’t really decided on that, though knowing me it’d probably be female though hopefully it might be male!reader but it’s not guaranteed to be male like I would like for it to be.

I also put that yandere tag as a just in case if I want some or all of the characters as a yandere to the reader.

Anyway I believe that’s it! Hope y’all like the idea!

#anime #anime x reader #various x reader #x reader stories #yandere x reader #anime crossover #crossover #magi kingdom of magic #magi labyrinth of magic #magi x reader #what the hell is bad #otome game #male x female reader #x female y/n #x female reader #x fem!reader #female!reader #fem!reader #x male y/n #male x male reader #anime x male reader #x male reader #male reader insert #male reader #male x reader

[tomriddleslovergirl]

Rules and characters I write for:

House of the Dragon:

Aemond Targaryen

Alicent Hightower

Aegon ii Targaryen

Daemon Targaryen

Rhaenyra Targaryen

The Lost Boys:

Michael

Marko

Dwayne

Paul

David

Dc (From no specific piece of media):

The Batfamily all together (Includes: Bruce, Tim, Damian, Dick, Jason, Alfred)

Damian Wayne

Harley Quinn

The Joker

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Marvel:

Peter Parker/Spiderman - Tom Holland

Peter Parker/Spiderman - Andrew Garfield

Wanda Maximoff

Horror movie characters:

Stu Macher (Scream)

Billy Loomis (Scream)

Michael Myers (Halloween 1978)

Norman Bates (Psycho 1960s)

Carrie White (Carrie 1976)

(Feel free to send in other slasher requests that aren't on this list)

Harry Potter:

Draco Malfoy

Ron Weasley

Hermione Granger

Tom Riddle

Harry Potter

Rules and what I write:

I write yandere

I write platonic and romantic

I usually write head canons but I do one shots as well.

I write female and gender neutral.

What I don't write:

I don't write inc3$t or st3pc3st.

I don't write smut.

I don't write oc's or ships.

I don't write innocent reader.

I don't write pregnant/mom reader

Reader that's related by blood to one of the characters

I will probably delete your request if it goes against any of my don'ts. Requests/asks may take some time to reply to. Also I am not obligated to write your requests.

DO NOT POST MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS

#scream 1996 #the labyrinth #star wars #x reader #Anakin Skywalker x reader #Peter Parker x reader #DC x reader #Yandere #the lost boys x reader #ghostface x reader #bruce wayne x reader #Harry Potter x reader

[sherlockfoolm]

Rules, fandoms I write for and who (Please check rules)

Please send in requests (Especially yandere).

Sherlock bbc;

Sherlock Holmes

James Moriarty

Mycroft Holmes

Gotham tv series:

Jerome Valeska

Jerimiah Valeska

Fish Mooney

Jonathan Crane

Oswald Cobblepot

Edward Nygma

Bruce Wayne

Interview With The Vampire 1994:

Lestat De Lioncourt

Scream 1996:

Billy Loomis

-Stu macher

(I write poly Billy and Stu and them separately)

-Sydney Prescott

Halloween 1978

Michael Myres

Labyrinth

Jareth The Goblin King

-Spiderman

Tom holland Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Spiderman/Peter Parker

Andrew Garfield Gwen

(I write Peter and Gwen poly or separately)

The Green Goblin

Star Wars

Padme Amidala

Anakin Skywalker

(I write poly Padme and Anakin and I write them separate)

Luke Skywalker

Chucky

Tiffany Valentine

Chucky/Charles Lee Ray (I can write them poly and separately)

-Carrie 1976

Carrie

Rules and stuff:

I can write yandere and the character just how they are, though I prefer yandere. (Do not get offended if a yandere fic of mine is particularly dark. That is how I view the character as a yandere)

I write smut.

I write female reader and gender neutral reader. (I will try my best with a gn reader and I apologize if I make a mistake when writing a gn reader)

I only write x reader. Do not request an oc or a ship. (Though my fanfics are written with a poc reader in mind, and I may take a poc reader request since we don't get a lot of rep)

I don't write yandere slashers beside Carrie and Billy and Stu

I only write head canons (but feel free to request full fanfics (I will write them if I find them interesting)).

As of now I don't write platonic fanfics, but I might in the future so feel free to ask.

Write as many requests as you want, but I am not obligated to write/respond to your request

#Sherlock Holmes #Gotham #Dc #Star Wars #Spiderman #jareth the goblin king #the labyrinth #Slashers #fanfiction #x reader #yandere

[featherburnt]

Hear me out: The Labyrinth but Hawks is Jareth, complete with the outfits and unnecessary max-level sex appeal.

#hawks #bnha #the labyrinth #look #*look ok* #its the vibes. the energy. the visual potential. the 3rd leg that is always clearly visible #the yandere smut potential--

[hotpinkboots]

✨NEW AND UPDATED DISCORD SERVER!✨

I've done a ton of updates on the server. There's a few new events, more roleplay channels, more channels for you to ramble about your hyperfixations, and a LOT more.

There are people of all fandoms and hobbies here, and it's been getting a bit quiet lately! Join today so we can be a poppin' server again!

#pinkie speakie #tagging as fandoms bc we have fandom stuff there #discord server #roleplay server #discord rp #fanfiction #discord stuff #fnaf #a hat in time #horror #steven universe #the labyrinth #undertale #deltarune #yandere #harry potter #ahit #yandere roleplay #discord

[angstyantoinette]

working on getting some of my works over on AO3 to be posted here, including a labyrinth work ^^

#labyrinth #yandere labyrinth #yandere jareth

[obsessivevoidkitten]

In The Minotaur's Maze

Male Minotaur Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Violently painful noncon, mild bleeding from sex, size difference, belly bulge from massively huge dick, mild mention of musk, stalking, kidnapping, general yandere behavior) Word Count: 980 (Tried to make a drabble, failed again with a mini-fic instead. Oops. This is one of my very few works, so far, that is technically fanfiction as Asterion is the canon name of the Minotaur in Greek mythology.)

You were a talented explorer seeking ancient relics for fame and fortune.

You used a combination of minor magic to speak to the dead and serious investigation to discern the location of the fabled Minotaur labyrinth.

It was deep within an enchanted cave system that in many ways served as an extension of the maze hidden away within.

You carefully navigated the treacherous caves until you came upon the secret entrance. You placed your hand in the middle of a smooth wall and uttered the magic incantation.

The wall dissolved in a flash of light, and you stepped through the entrance as the stone reformed behind you. This was it. You were in the maze proper. What secrets lie ahead?

Of course, you knew the legends of Asterion the Minotaur, but he had been slain in them. And nothing could live so long anyway, especially without food.

You navigated the stone corridors easily. Despite their age, they still looked brand new. As you continued on, you occasionally heard what sounded like hooves plodding along behind you.

You pushed it from your mind. Your imagination was playing tricks.

As you stepped around a corner, you came to a wooden door and opened it. When you stepped through, gone were the twisting stone paths filled with the scent of earth.

Instead, there was an ancient style dwelling overlooking some farmland growing a variety of trees, bushes, and vines.

The door you had come through was still behind you, you closed it and from this side it looked like a door to a shed. So the labyrinth had pocket dimensions… You had heard about them in passing. You wondered how large it was. The realm may look like an idyllic farm on earth, but if you went far enough away, you'd surely hit an invisible wall.

Perhaps the door to the house would lead further into the dungeon.

As you got closer, you realized how large it was. When you pushed the big door open, it actually was a house. Albeit with furniture that was made for someone very large.

Suddenly, you felt a hot breath at your neck. You turned to find the very large, naked Minotaur staring down at you. He was a hairy wall of muscle. One with the head of a bull, complete with metal tipped horns. His legs were covered in dark fur and ended in large hooves, and his full nutsack dangled beneath a frighteningly large prick.

Before you could react, the Minotaur grabbed you and pulled off all your clothing.

You had no idea how Asterion could have survived all this time. He had been killed!

But apparently, he hadn't gotten the memo.

In the past, he had consumed most humans that wandered into his labyrinthine prison, but you were bravely entering his home, his nest.

You weren't cowering like the old sacrifices. Well, you weren't before he grabbed you anyway.

That, combined with him being in rut and driven insane by thousands of years of isolation, made him not consider you as a meal for even a moment. You were firmly in the mate category in his brain.

So small and cute.

You writhed and fought to get out of his grasp but he ignored your greatest efforts as if they were nothing.

Asterion licked at your face as you pleaded with him to let you go.

He couldn't understand your language but he could guess at their meaning.

But he had no intention of ever letting this new mate of his go.

He tossed you down on the bed and you now saw what he intended to do.

His hard cock now at full arousal, as large and thick as a man's arm.

"No no no! Pleasepleasenono!!!" Your words blended together in a garbled panic as his musk hit your nose, sharp and dominating.

The only preparation your entrance received was a few gobs of slimy Minotaur saliva before he slammed inside you.

You shrieked.

It felt as though your entrance was on fire. As if it was being ripped apart.

With every thrust you shuddered in pain and sobbed. Nearly incoherent cries for mercy dribbled from your lips and fell on deaf ears.

You felt so warm and tight around him. This was just what he needed. Surely you had been sent to Asterion in his time of need by the gods. They finally, after eons, granted him mercy in the form of your insides.

So pliant to his girthy cock. Every time he dove back into you the outline could be seen in your stomach.

Tears streamed down your face as you silently wept, no longer able to scream or even babble your silly little pleas for it to stop.

Asterion wished he could tell you how well you were doing. That you were such a good cow for him. That you fit his cock so perfectly.

But he couldn't, so instead settled for licking and nibbling at your neck before wiping your tears away with his broad tongue.

With a final thrust he filled your belly visibly cum.

When he pulled out a torrent of his seed rushed down your thighs, it had noticeable streaks of pink from bleeding. You were such a fragile little thing compared to him.

He hadn't been able to hold back since that was the first time he had ever sought release inside of someone before, but he made note to be more careful.

Even though the breeding had stopped you were helpless. Broken. At least for the moment. You still cried silently, feeling utterly invaded and defiled.

Asterion took the time to lick you completely clean before laying down beside you and holding you close, spooning you with his mighty arm as you shook beneath it.

You came here to explore the deepest reaches of the maze... but had your deepest reaches explored instead...

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[heartfullofleeches]

Darling: *hip bumps a table*

Sawbones:

"Ow!"

Sawbones peers over your shoulder as you pull your index finger between your teeth, sucking in air. "Problem?"

"I think I poked myself on a nail. It doesn't look like it's bleeding, but it stings a little."

"So what you're saying is...you're injured?"

The corners of her tight lips creep upwards. Your stomach drops.

"It's just a little scratch.. I think I'll be fine with just a bandage."

"The human mouth is a breeding ground for bacteria, Y/n. It never hurts to be cautious."

Sawbones squeezes your finger, reveling in the way your body shutters as her tongue collects the dot of blood formed. "And now you've come into contact with two. I fear there's no choice left but to put you on bed rest else we risk future amputation. You don't want that, do you?

"I think that's a bit... drastic thinking."

"Oh, I am well aware....but who do you think my helpers will believe? Their trusted caretaker, or a patient in need of constant attention?.... Nurse!"

The walls quake as heay steps echo down the halls - raspy breathes and the squeals of a wheels flooding the corridor. Sawbones heads off to check their cabinets for their hidden supply of gauze, leaving you with one question.

"One thing before I patch you up. Do you prefer breathing from your nose or your mouth?

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[jonathansthickthighs]

Yandere! Fushiguro Toji x Reader: Part Two

Description: You have a one night stand with Toji and now he won’t leave you alone.

Part 1 here

Part 3 here

Part 4 here

Trigger Warnings: yandere, obsessive behavior, female reader, AFAB reader, toxic behavior, stalking, desperate toji, no smut this chapter, implied smut, alternative universe (no curses), age gap (reader is in her early 20’s, toji is in his mid 30’s)

A/N: im so overwhelmed by the amount of notes on my first post, tysm :’). This is a soft, slow chapter. Steamy smut next chapter 🥵

Not edited!

It had been a week.

Disconsolateness spread through Toji’s chest like a wildfire, the wretched feeling not leaving his soul since that damned night. But was it really damned? Toji dreamt of that night from the moment he set his gaze on you, but why. Why did you have to behave like he was nothing to you? He was certain no man would ever make you experience the ecstasy he made you feel, the pleasurable sensations you felt only he could provide. Yet, you haven’t answered a single one of his texts. The extraneous feelings were clouding his mind, making his thinking unclear.

The things you do to him.

If you could squeeze your way into Toji’s mind, you would be able to see the profoundness of his love for you, but he wasn’t sure how long he could let you explore his mind before you fell into an deep abysm of pure darkness. He would never allow that darkness to collide with the love he held for you. He would never in his life time hurt you in any way, nevertheless he would not hesitate to hurt —kill— any man who did as much as lay his eyes on you. You were his one and only treasure and he was never one for sharing.

Would it seem too desperate to call you? He already refrained himself from texting you more than twice a day, but the way you were ignoring him was making the hole his chest feel larger with each painful minute that passed from the lack of notice from you. He spent the last seven days watching you from afar, which was nothing new to him, but he felt the progress he made with you had dissipated. Why did you have to behave like he was nothing to you?

You were right across the street from him.

You were at a local café, sipping on some iced coffee. He knew you lied to him when you told him you didn’t drink coffee; he had watched you enter and leave the place countless times. Thus it was another reason why he felt hurt by you. He was aware of how despicable he was, nevertheless that’s not how he wanted you to perceive him. That’s why when you started making all those excuses, he felt like you were seeing right through him, like you could see how bad of a person he truly was. In the labyrinth of his soul, he felt an inexorable need to reshape your gaze upon him, the same way he would mold clay under the weight of his hefty fingers. Even if the whole world saw him as scum, he harbored a silent hope to be seen through a lens untainted by judgment by you.

Each beat of his heart was chanting a plea for you to fill the void within. He wanted to demonstrate he had a vulnerable tenderness reserved only for you.

He observed you chatting vigorously with your friends —the same ones from that night. He wondered if you told them about him. Would you go into detail about everything he did to you? Would you start getting flashbacks from all the things he did to you? He could envision the supple flesh of your thighs rubbing together, feeling your underwear dampen from the memories of him mounting you, making you squirm under him. Toji felt himself harden in his pants at the picture of you getting all hot and bothered because of him. A recollection of memories of your enchanting body flooded his mind each passing day, his groin aching with a ceaseless desire to be engulfed by your tight, warm cavern once more. He needed you more than he ever needed anything in his entire miserable life.

He decided the only way he could reclaim your attention was in the flesh, so before he could form another thought about it, his large figure plotted his course toward the café with gumption.

He strode into the aesthetically pleasing looking place, with practiced nonchalance, feigning ignorance of your presence as he made his way to the counter to order some simple black coffee. Once he paid for the overpriced coffee, he turned straight to the table you and your friends were occupying. You were laughing beautifully at something silly your friend had said and in an instant, you locked eyes with Toji.

A smirk tugged the corners of his scarred lips. He could tell you were experiencing a sense of inner turmoil running through you. Your friends noticed your shift in mood, their gazes pivoting towards the source of your abrupt change in demeanor. When they noticed what you were looking, they started giggling teasingly questioning if that was “the hottie you banged the other night” quite loudly. It was safe to say your friend weren’t ones for being subtle.

On the other hand, Toji’s chest swelled with pride upon learning that you did, in fact, tell, your friends about him. He was starting to believe that approaching you in the presence of your friends had been a nothing short of brilliant. He was well aware of his talents and it was abundantly clear that the most conspicuous one was his charm with women. He was going to win over your friends so they could influence you into giving him a chance, knowing all too well the powerful sway that a woman’s friends held over her decisions —especially when it comes to men. He was going to use your friends to his advantage with unyielding determination.

Toji could see you visibly tense up as he made his way to your table.

As soon as he was standing in front of you, your named rolled out of his mouth almost seductively, the smirk never leaving his perfectly sculpted face. “I hope I’m not intruding, wasn’t expecting running into ya here. It’s so great to see you!” He exclaimed without forgetting to greet your friends, forging politeness. He couldn’t give two fucks about your friends, but in order to execute his plan it had to be done.

Your lips curved upwards, a hesitant smile forming on your face. “Toji, wow! It’s good to see you too.” You rose from your seat awkwardly extending your arms in a friendly embrace. He instantly enfolded you into the embrace of his strong arms, not denying himself from indulging himself to the irresistible urge to inhale the delicious scent of your hair. Gods, if only he could live in your embrace forever. You were wearing a yellow summer dress that hugged your frame exquisitely. Holding you so close, taking in your scent, plus this little piece you were wearing had him almost coming in his pants. To make things even better for his perverted self, he was certain, by looking at your cheeks flushing with a deep hue of scarlet, that you had felt his hard on press against you while you were being embosomed by him.

Your friends gaze bore into at you expectantly as you jumped momentarily forgetting their presence. With a quick apologetic smile you hastened to introduced them. “Oh! Toji, these are my friends.” You told Toji each of their names and he nodded attentively, inwardly acknowledging that he was going to forget their names instantly. “It’s a pleasure. With all due respect, I have to say this has to be the most good looking friend group I’ve seen, quite frankly.” He playfully danced on the edge of flirtation, his words laced with a charm that clouded the insincerity of his words. And of course, your friends giggled gullibly, already smitten by the Adonis standing in front of them.

“No wonder miss ma’am here went for you. Not only are you a sight for sore eyes, you’re also good with your mouth!” Your friend teased, the rest of them agreeing with her making your cheeks deepen into a brighter shade of crimson, the flush of embarrassment spreading like fire across your delicate face. Toji knew what you were thinking. You knew exactly how good he was with his mouth, having experienced the onslaught of his fierce tongue in your cunt.

“Ah, you girls flatter me. And trust me, your pretty friend here is well aware of what this mouth is capable of.” He joked, eliciting peals of laughter from your friends.

“Girl, he got a sense of humor too? Why haven’t you married him yet?” Your other friend chimed in. In response, you laughed with a hint of discomfort, failing to understand how your friends couldn’t feel the tense atmosphere that surrounded you. You had recounted to your friends how he had been texting you nonstop for the past week, collectively agreeing to label him as nothing short of a creep. Yet, as they now met him face to face their skepticism suddenly melts away and they transform into Toji advocates? You didn’t understand. “Why don’t you sit with us, Toji? Let us get to know you a little!”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Toji chuckled, planting himself in the chair right next to yours, a little too close for your liking. He turned to you, a wide grin lighting up his features, meanwhile you settled into your seat with a frozen expression, like that of a deer in headlights. The morning after your night with him lingered in your mind, haunted by the memory of his hand grabbing your hair. Though he didn’t harm you, a sense of unease lingered, leaving you unable to shake the feeling of dread. You thought you’d never see him again, so running into him here took you by surprise.

As your other friends interrogated Toji, your best friend seized your arm, pulling you aside so she could talk to you closely. “Oh my God! You never mentioned how nice he is! Why have you been ignoring him this whole time, you bitch!” She voice came out in a furious whisper.

“I’ve told you before, I’m not looking to get into relationship at the moment and he’s so persistent. I just don’t want to lead him on.” You replied feeling annoyed at her abrupt change in demeanor. “The best men always come when you least expect them. I think you should give him a chance! Just go on one date with him and see how it goes from there on.” She insisted, her tone pleading. You were starting to feel guilty for avoiding him. Could your best friend be onto something? One date wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“Fine, but only one.”

Your best friend erupted in excitement at your agreement and sprung from her seat.

“Well girls, remember that thing we had to do? We gotta dash.” Confusion clouded the faces of your friends, prompting your best friend to shoot signals with her expressions, discreetly urging them to leave you alone with Toji. “W-wait, wha—“ Stammering in puzzlement, you attempted to grasp the situation. Your friends caught onto the unspoken cue and swiftly began gathering their belongings preparing to leave you two alone.

“Yeah, that’s right. We have plans… without you.” One of them giggled teasingly as they hurried out of the café.

You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.

You couldn’t believe the scene unfolding before you. You made eye contact with Toji and he chuckled at your bewildered expression. “Quite the friends you’ve got.” He remarked casually, trying to hide the fact that he was shaking from excitement at being alone with you at last. He was fighting hard to conceal the thrill that vibrated beneath his skin.

You let out nervous laugh in agreement and joked, “Right. Making plans without me all the sudden.”

An awkward silence settled between you for a moment before you decided to break it, “Toji, about the texts—“

Toji interjected quickly, “Oh, don’t worry about that, sweetheart. I understand if things have been hectic lately. I’m just glad you’re okay. No pressure at all. Although, I do hope we can talk once in a while, I would like to get to know you more.” Toji mastered the art of concealing the ache of your week long indifference, cloaking his wounded heart with a facade of nonchalance. Determined to shield you from the depths of his longing, he masked his feelings, refusing to unveil his yearning for your attention.

You smiled genuinely at him for the first time since he got here. “I wouldn’t mind that at all. But, I would like to clarify that I’m not looking for a relationship right now. If we could keep things casual, I would really appreciate it.”

Toji felt a twitch in his eye; you were going to make things difficult for him. “I get it, sweetheart. No compromise.” For now.

You grinned at his acceptance and suggested, “You mentioned a mean ramen place in your texts. How about we go there now?” The realization that you were asking him on a date sent a wave of anticipation through him. Getting to talk and share his time with you again was the only thing he had been looking forward to the whole week. He let his gaze linger on your soft features, you were undeniably beautiful. He was determined to make your heart his, he knew he had to step up his game.

“I would love to, sweetheart.” Toji replied eagerly, excitement coursing through his veins. Temptingly, he added, “We could also go watch a movie at my place afterward, if you’re up for it.” You squeezed your thighs together, considering the myriad possibilities that could unfold once you two were alone at his place.

“Sure.”

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[male-yandere-tournament]

#polls #male yandere #yandere male #labyrinth #poto #phantom of the opera

[theinnerunderrain]

Love Me Dead [Yan!Boyfriend x Fem!Reader]

Warnings: Yandere themes, manipulative behaviors, heavily dialogue bc it's just mostly talking and gaslighting, college life, may be somewhat confusing but it's that story that is up to your interpretation!

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"[First Name]."

A sizable and gentle hand enfolds your wrist, eliciting a startled leap at the unexpected touch. Casting a curious glance over your shoulder, you discern the hand's owner—a figure with a tousle of rich brown locks. The air on campus carries a lingering blend of pumpkin spice and damp rain, while vibrant leaves in hues of red, yellow, and orange blanket the cement walkway, creating a tapestry beneath your feet.

It was none other than your boyfriend, Asuka.

"Why do you keep ignoring me?"

In a hushed plea, etched with concern and confusion, he inquires, his pallid complexion a canvas for the anxious query. A delicate flush graces his cheeks and ears, a subtle scarlet trace, suggesting an earlier pursuit in an attempt to bridge the distance between you.

"Did I do something wrong..? If I did, then just tell me..."

A dance of confusion painted upon your countenance, a pirouette of bewilderment as you gracefully turned, aligning yourself to face him fully. Brows knitted in contemplation, coral lips drawn into a slender seam, your expression spoke the eloquence of perplexity.

"I'm not ignoring you though..?"

"You are..! You barely text me anymore and avoid me around the campus like I'm some sort of infectious disease.."

He spoke anew, his voice ascending to a higher pitch, an accusatory gaze fixated upon you as though your uttered words were mere echoes of deceit. His other hand delicately enveloped your wrist, creating a symmetrical hold that left you suspended in a still, unsettling equilibrium.

"No I'm not..? Asuka, we both have been busy and I can't spend all day messaging you."

In the chill of the season, you grapple with an awkward attempt at reasoning, noticing the warmth and clamminess of his hands. The contrast, his heated touch against your soft skin, sends an uncomfortable shiver down your spine. Asuka, momentarily lost in contemplation, lets his lips curve into a frown. In that moment, he resembles a kicked puppy, the weight of his next words settling heavily in the air.

"..Are you mad at me..?"

In a suspended breath, he momentarily halted, drawing nearer to you. Amidst the bustling backdrop of students hurrying to their classes, you couldn't help but wonder if curious gazes were directed your way, recognizing the peculiarity of your shared moment beneath the open sky.

"Are you still hung up about last time..? If that's the issue then I'm really sorry, and I've already apologized before...!"

As Asuka continued to speak, words flowed incessantly from his lips, a torrent of increasing urgency evident in the rapid cadence of his cherry-toned voice. A palpable hysteria seeped through his every syllable, mirroring the rising heat radiating from his fervent body. It was as though he embodied a ticking bomb, gradually approaching the brink of overheating, poised to unleash an explosive torrent of emotions.

"Hung up on what?"

Inquiring, you sought release, gently weaving your fingers to disentangle from his grasp, a delicate dance to temper the heat that enveloped. Yet, his clasp remained unyielding, an unspoken embrace refusing to relent.

"Hung up on that time when I was being unreasonable and it made both of us late to our classes."

"No..? Why would I be mad about something like that?"

In the labyrinth of his spoken thoughts, you weave a delicate tapestry, attempting to decipher the cryptic echoes of his mention of unreasonableness. Despite the elusive nature of clarity, you gracefully surrender to the intrigue, deciding to waltz within the enigmatic dance of his words, a willing participant in the artful play of understanding.

"No, there's something wrong but you just won't say it...."

Persistently, Asuka insists, and a subtle irritation blooms within you, despite your inner plea for calm. Yet, his next words delicately wound your heart with a touch of sorrow.

"Do you not love me anymore..?"

"What..?"

In incredulity, you queried, gazing at the young man whose eyes teetered on the brink of cascading tears. The threat lingered in the wells of his eyes, poised to spill over and trace the contours of his fevered cheeks. Yet he continues to rambled.

"Ha! Everything makes sense now. All that cold attitude, and you avoiding me everyday. You lost feelings for me, didn't you?"

His voice crescendoed, rising in both volume and pitch as he advanced, closing the distance until his face hovered mere inches from yours. In this intimate proximity, you couldn't help but sense the burgeoning awareness among fellow students, as they subtly turned their attention toward his unfolding, hysterical unraveling.

"Asuka, how can you say something like that?"

You try to calm him down, speaking in a much softer and calmer tone compared to the man, as if you were a mother trying to calm down a crying child.In the hushed cadence of your voice, a gentle river of reassurance flows, seeking to temper the tempest within him. Your words, soft and serene, weave through the tumult like a mother's lullaby, an attempt to pacify a sobbing child.

"You know...If you had just told me normally that you didn't like me anymore then I would have just accepted that as it is."

Yet, like whispers through the air, your words glide past him. Though a subtle calm embraces him, his voice, now a gentle breeze, unveils a softer cadence, a stark departure from the turbulent tone that had echoed before.

"But why'd you have to go ahead and treat me like that?"

He inquires, guiding your hand to caress the contours of his cheek, gently pressing it against the tender warmth of your palm as if seeking solace in its soft embrace.

"Asuka...I understand you're frustrated but I do love you, and I haven't stopped loving you.."

In hushed tones, your words tenderly caressed the air, coaxing him to nestle against your palm. With a gentle touch, you traced the padded side of your fingers across his cheeks, a soothing rhythm to quell the tempest within him. A graceful guidance led you both to a tranquil refuge, where a brown bench cradled the quietude. There were no other students in sight.

"It's just that, everything has been so stressful with finals and stuff....I swear, I'm not trying to ignore you."

You painted on a smile, and Asuka, with an intent ear, absorbed your words, as though orchestrating a delicate symphony of comprehension within the corridors of his mind.

"But how can I be so sure?"

Once you convince yourself of soothing the man's agitation, his voice resurfaces, posing a question that resonates within your chest, setting a subtle cadence to the rhythm of your heartbeat.

"That you're not just saying that, and that you actually mean it? That you still love me?"

In the quiet expanse of a moment, you pondered his words, delicately crafting a response to safeguard the delicate balance of his emotions. At last, your voice returned, accompanied by the gentle caress of your other hand, tracing a tender path beneath the canvas of his eyes.

"I do love you and you should already know that, Asuka."

Your words, like a subtle elixir, lingered momentarily before gracefully permeating his being. He surrendered to your touch, a gentle immersion into the warmth of your embrace, his grasp on your essence unwittingly tightening. Closer he drew, until the shared touch of both your knees wove a delicate closeness, an unspoken harmony.

"I do...?"

"Yes, you do."

In a graceful motion, you extended your arm, inviting the young man into an embrace willingly embraced. He leaned into your touch, his hand delicately finding its place on the small of your back, creating a tender connection. His body emanated warmth, reminiscent of an oven preheated for hours, yearning for the moment when it could be tenderly turned off. In that intimate embrace, moments stretched like delicate strands of time. His hands held firm against your waist, and his chin found solace upon your shoulders, a subtle dance of closeness. The air bore the comforting aroma of cinnamon and coffee, a fragrant reminder of his presence. As the embrace gently loosened, you parted, a reassuring smile gracing your lips.

"Then, it's settled? I promise to make more time for you, so don't go around thinking I don't love you anymore, alright?"

His countenance eased, a gentle nod painting the canvas of his expression. Where tears once traced delicate paths on his visage, they now evaporated, leaving behind a softened countenance. His lips, once adorned with the weight of sorrow, now curved into a tender smile.

"You promise?"

Once more, you inquire, drawing him into a tender embrace. Your hands cradle the back of his head, granting him the sanctuary to bury his face in the crook of your neck. Unmindful of the ticklish dance of his warm breath upon your skin, you remain oblivious to the subtle curvature of his lips into a contented grin. Nor do you discern the palpable brightening of his eyes, responding softly to your words.

"I promise."

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