Trigger warning for my blog! Dead dove: do not eat, you've been warned Malachi // He/Him, 20 // MDNI // INFP Requests: OPEN Commissions: OPEN If you have any questions, I’d be happy to answer them!
I can't guarantee I'll post as frequently as I used to, but... yeah, I just straight up did not post for a good while. But after a bit, I have decided I'm ready to pick up writing again!
I will write for:
Boyfriend to Death
Degrees of Lewdity
Genshin Impact
Hazbin Hotel
Helluva Boss
Honkai: Star Rail
Outlast: Whistleblower (mostly Eddie Gluskin)
Stardew Valley
The Great Pretender
...and will add any other fandoms I can think of later!
Can write NSFW, but will block anyone without an age in their bio who interact with my NSFW content.
Hello! I am back from the grave, and probably will go back after this unless more people like this concept. I've just had a lot of stuff happen recently, sorry about that ^^;
Be aware, these are mixing yanderes + MBTI stereotypes. Don't be hurt if it isn't what you think a certain personality type would be, or if it doesn't suit you. These, again, are built off the stereotypical personality types. Just a random idea I got, so please don't take these descriptions personally.
Sorry that its a bit inconsistent, some of these I rushed haha ^^;
MDNI!
WARNINGS: NSFW, noncon, yandere, sadism, dead dove: do not eat, MBTI stereotypes, abusive dynamics, kidnapping, degradation, stalking, drugging, gender neutral reader but implied AFAB in some of them
ISTJ (logistician) is your childhood friend. He's never been super close to you in childhood, and honestly you don't think he's even very close to you now. He's controlling, overprotective, and possessive, but all very subtly so.
He's not explosive, nor flamboyant. He's not the type to explode or give dramatic gestures of passion, especially if you don't want them. He treats you so similarly to everyone else, you don't even consider he has feelings for you. He just acts so cold to everyone, you included.
Despite seeming uninterested, he knows everything there is to know about you, information you're not even sure anyone else knew. He has your entire routine memorized, everything you like and dislike, and all your friends and loved ones' names down. Its less out of curiosity, and more because he believes its his duty to know these things. More like a job. One he takes very seriously.
He keeps you on a routine, and you don't even really know it. Every time it hits a certain time, he's texting to remind you to eat, drink water, anything else. He thinks you just need structure, and he's more than willing to provide that for you.
Even when you wonder if he's caught feelings for you, his possessiveness is something he keeps hidden well, which is what he wants. You can't scream for help if you don't even realize you need it.
ISTJ is a busy man, but if he's not working, he's watching you outside your home. He'll always have time for you. That's one of the things he actually makes obvious. You're the only person he'd ever drop everything for.
He makes you doubt yourself sometimes. Says he knows what he's doing, and he cares about you, so why not let him do it, right? That'd be an unwise decision to refuse his help, don't you think?
Never flat out degrades you, but always gets his point across in a way that has you doubting how much control over the situation you have. Or, your competency. Can you take care of yourself?
ISTJ doesn't play emotional games like ENFP or gaslight like ENTP. He is absolutely straightforward, and he doesn't want you to beat around the bush with him either. Doesn't get annoyed or mad easy, but he will get impatient with you if you don't do what he says right away.
When in an established relationship, ISTJ is more romantic and less cold, but still not amazing at expressing his emotions.
Very loyal and traditional. He calls you "my love", "darling", and "dear". His dream is to get married and be comfortable in life with you by his side.
If you try to leave, he already has backups. Spare keys. Fake IDs. A "wellness check" filed on you under his name. Your loved ones' contact info. Absolutely everything he can do to keep track of you.
He's very capable of being downright cruel when the situation is needed, but to him, its less out of anger, and more because he genuinely views it as for the best. Almost like he's taming you.
Even though he'd never force himself upon you, he has definitely jerked off watching you outside from your window. He has several photos he has taken of you without your knowledge, all hidden somewhere he knows you won't find them.
Your other loved ones aren't super fond of him. He's nice to their faces, but if he finds a reason he doesn't like someone, he will be petty and rude.
He enjoys buying you things just to show off that he's financially stable. Its also because he wants you to depend on him.
Not easily swayed by your begging, and while his heart hurts seeing you sad, he won't budge on his decisions. He cares more about your safety than your happiness.
While its not ideal for him to resort to kidnapping you and even hurting you, he'll do whatever he views is necessary for you both to be happy together in the end.
ESFJ (consul) is your much closer childhood friend. Best friend, one could even say. He's smothering, obsessive, and emotionally manipulative.
He has so much warmth to him, you can't possibly comprehend he has bad motives, even when he's so suffocating that you hardly have any time to yourself. He's always showing up with your favorite desserts, lots of hugs, and praise for just existing.
Its hard to say no to him for anything. He takes every hint of rejection or denial very personally. You don't want to spend time with him today? Do you... not like him anymore?
He loves pet names. Darling, honey, baby, angel, sweetheart, love.. you name it, he's probably called you it. Makes sure to reassure you constantly about how special you are to him. If you're not comfortable with PDA, too bad. He needs to make sure everyone knows who you belong to, and vice versa.
If you're worried about not being friends, don't worry! This is just what friends do! There's nothing weird about holding hands everywhere, constant physical affection, touching each other's intimate areas. Friends bring pleasure to each other, don't they?
Because he knows you so well, he can read you like a book. Anytime you lie about how you're feeling, he instantly knows. No use trying to pretend with him.
He's very convinced you need someone to care for you. It only makes sense, as you were practically attached at the hip since childhood. He thinks if anyone knows how best to treat you, it would be him. Don't trust those who've only known you for so little!
Your parents love him. Everyone you know thinks he's wonderful and polite. How could he be capable of anything remotely evil?
He may appear fine to the public, but its a facade he wears like a mask to impress others. Inside, he is bubbling with feelings of envy, greed, and neediness. Very insecure, even if it isn't easy to tell.
A people-pleaser to an almost terrifying extent, ESFJ will do anything you ask, as long as you keep him around in the end. As sweet and caring as he is to you, he will turn cold to anyone else without a second thought if you show dislike towards them. He values your thoughts over everything.
While he's horrified at the idea of forcing himself onto you, he has... thoughts about you he feels guilt for.
Sometimes, when you irritate him by getting intimate with someone else or avoiding him, he has thoughts about hurting you; bending you over his knee, beating you until you cry. Never talks about these ideas out loud, he thinks they're awful. He only gets them when he's angry at you, as much as he hides it.
Usually his fantasies consist of something sweeter. Kissing you breathless, making you melt with sweet touches. The two of you tangled together beneath silk sheets. He wants to be inside you more than anything.
Loves being the one you depend on. He loves it when you cry, because he gets to comfort you for it, and then he's allowed to hold you, and coo words of comfort. Will always let you indulge him.
Hates having to put actual effort into finding you if you try to avoid him or leave. Its frustrating enough that you wouldn't even want to in the first place.
But, as he loves you so much, he'll always forgive you in the end.
What makes ESFJ uniquely dangerous is his need to keep you dependent. His ideal fantasy is not a partner; it's a porcelain doll. A sick little darling who can't function without him. Someone who needs him as much as he needs them.
You're perfect for that role, aren't you? Always turning to him, asking him what to do. He loves you. More than anything.
ESTJ (executive) is an older figure, perhaps an ex-boss of yours, professor, etc. Very overprotective. Loves structure, tradition, and professionalism. While very composed in his demeanor, he does have a temper.
You don't know him very well, and while he was somewhat cold before, now he's acting almost like another person entirely.
Suddenly, he seems overly obsessed with your safety. What you eat, where you go, and who you associate with. All of these are aspects of your life you need to answer to ESTJ for nowadays. He gets upset if you do otherwise, and ESTJ's anger isn't something you can say you like.
He acts like he owns you. As if he has the right to be possessive over you and treat you like his personal property.
You're stupid and don't know what you're doing. That's why you need him. That's why you need structure, guidance, rules. Clearly your upbringing wasn't structured enough, so it's obvious it falls onto his shoulders to correct that issue.
That's what he says, anyway. If you disagree, just be prepared for it to get shut down immediately.
No matter how many times you beg, he won't bend. You don't have any real power here.
Unlike ISTJ, ESTJ will make his possessiveness of you known to anyone who needs to know it, including yourself. You belong to him now, whether you agree or not.
ESTJ's version of affection is control masked as support. He "helps" you so completely that there's no room left for self-expression.
He sets your alarm clock. Picks your job. Approves your outfits. Tells you which friends are "acceptable." Anything and everything falls under his jurisdiction. It's exhausting for you.
He loves you, don't forget that. He's just making sure you won't get yourself into danger by not following him.
To you, its cruelty. To ESTJ, it's all simply precaution. It'd be crueler to let you think you had autonomy when it's clear you don't understand.
Leave him, and you'll regret it. He gets you fired from any job, gets into good standing with your family so they take his side instead, takes away everything you need and uses it to lure you back to him.
Sex is rough with him most of the time. Not only because of his pent-up frustration at having to chase you down every time he loosens the reins, but because he has a strong desire for power and dominance. A natural authoritarian.
It's a fucking miracle if you don't finish the night with bruises and bite marks afterwards.
Even if he's a selfish lover, he gets his own pleasure making you finish until it hurts.
When he's tired and spent, he holds you close in bed. Plays with your hair and touches you intimately. This is his favorite part; holding his prize in the end. It's not sweet or warm, but it's satisfying for him.
ISFJ (defender) is your sweet neighbor. You've seen him around and know his name, and he's friendly. Perhaps a bit closed off and shy, but sweet.
You never really noticed him before, he never approached you or acted interested, but suddenly he's everywhere. Watching you through your windows, offering you gifts, going out of his way just to say hi.
He tries to be nonchalant, but he's awful at it. ISFJ is an awkward man, a bad liar, and even worse at hiding his true intentions.
ISFJ knows he's not meant to watch you sleep every night through your open windows, but he just can't help it. You look so pretty when you're asleep, curled up tight and dreaming peacefully. It makes him wish he was there next to you.
Digs into your trash at home and finds things you've gotten rid of; food wrappers, broken pencils, crumpled up drawings, candy wrappers... he's grateful for what ever he can get.
Leaves little trinkets you like (candy bars, a fresh bag of coffee beans, some flowers, a stuffed bear...) on your front porch. Its from your secret admirer, but its painfully obvious its him.
You could call him creepy if it weren't so innocent. He seems like he just has anxiety and doesn't interact with people much. You tell yourself you're overthinking it.
Loves it when you need his help for anything. He's not great with more technical things, like fixing computers or using machinery, but if it means being with you, he's desperate to try.
His specialty is taking care of you when you're sick, stressed, or just worn out.
Bath bombs, essential oils, nice smelling candles, hot tea... he wants nothing more than to spoil you and pamper you in love until you finally get it and realize your feelings for him.
Always gentle and soft, no matter what. Even when you make him furious and drive him to anger, he'd never raise a hand to hit you, nor shout at you. ISFJ hates any form of violence, especially towards his beloved.
He's still absolutely obsessive. Wants to spend every second of every day together. Will listen to you ramble about the same thing forever if he can.
Worships the ground you walk on. There is nobody more perfect than you in this world.
ISFJ likes sweet, loving sex. Doesn't want to force you into it, wants you to initiate.
Crying isn't abnormal during his sessions of making love to you.
Everything is focused on you, your enjoyment, and your safety. He knows exactly where to touch to make you squirm. Gives hickeys and bruises on your neck just to show who you belong to. Only wants you to give him pleasure. You don't even have to return the favor... even if he'd like that so much he'd probably melt into a puddle.
Even after the deed, he's stroking your thighs, rubbing your back, and kissing your head. Absolutely adores you.
Has vivid fantasies of the two of you as spouses; marriage, a big house, children... lots of them. Everything in domestic bliss with each other.
If you try to leave, he is heartbroken. Sobbing, falling onto the floor, begging for you to stay. ISFJ is helpless. Please stay with him! He promises he'll do anything for you!
Though he won't kidnap you, per se, he will drug you often. Not to assault you sexually, but just to get his kicks from you laying limp while he plays with your hair and indulges in fantasies. Strokes your cheek, whispers words of love, and asks you questions you can't answer. Likes feeling like you need him as much as he needs you.
He wishes you'd do the same for him.
ESFP (entertainer) is your coworker. He's childish, carefree, and flirty. Gets bored easily, except when it comes to you. He can pay attention to you endlessly without a hint of disinterest.
At work, he teases you, hits on you relentlessly, and all-around annoys you. Even if he's obnoxious and overly touchy, he's still sweet.
You get the idea he sees you as special. He doesn't talk to others quite like he does with you.
Outside of work, he's clingy. Wants to hang out on weekends and chat on social media with you whenever he's bored. Texts you silly little memes and songs he likes. Likes it when you reciprocate his humor.
After work, he invites you to meet up with your coworkers for dinner and drinks, only for everyone else to suddenly cancel but him. How strange! Well, no use going home now that you've both gotten there already. Just the two of you works, right? He'll pay for both of your drinks and food! That's an offer you can't turn down, right?
He's very greedy when it comes to you. Doesn't like to share. When he notices others chatting with you at work, it annoys him. You're not supposed to act like that with others! You should reserve your kindness for him.
Very impulsive when it comes to pursuing you romantically. He flirts constantly, but sometimes it gets too far.
Unapologetic sexual harassment. Constantly hitting on you, touching your lower body, making comments, and watching you lustfully. Other people say something about it, only to brush it off as jokes. You and ESFP just have banter!
He likes grabbing you by the waist randomly, kissing your neck in public, and even occasionally grabbing your ass in front of others. He thinks he can get away with it because its been happening for a while now. Doesn't like being told no.
Sometimes he's genuinely helpful and loving, but other times he's completely possessive. Like flipping a switch.
He gives you random little gifts he knows you like, but he expects something back. ESFP isn't as stupid and naive as he appears.
If you don't like him, there must be someone else, right?
Becomes obsessive rather quickly. Follows you around at work to make sure you aren't flirting with anyone, follows you outside of work to make sure you aren't dating anyone.
Tries to play it cool, but always ends up bursting in jealousy at the smallest things. You wore new clothes today? Someone bought them for you, didn't they?
Likes sex to be rough, messy, and spontaneous. Does it anywhere he can.
Doesn't particularly enjoy causing pain, but loves seeing hickies and bite marks on you after its all said and done. The sight alone is enough to get him riled up again.
If you try to resist, it goes downhill quickly. ESFP isn't above forcing himself upon you. After all, he'd be stupid to let you go when you've come so far as lovers already... at least, in his mind, that's how it is. That's how it should be.
But he's not a monster! It's only because he loves you so much. If only you'd see that. How wonderful things could be if you'd just let him.
He tries threatening and intimidating other people, but he's not the most intimidating guy. More funny-looking than frightening, but the malice behind his intentions isn't cute.
Stalking, stealing your underwear, breaking in, messing with your things. He tries to cover his tracks, but isn't good at that, either. Still, nobody would expect it from a lovable goofball like him, not even the police.
Thinks its romantic to buy you flowers, treats, and sweets in exchange for getting intimate. Always pays for you at restaurants. If he wants a chance of keeping you, he needs to woo you however possible, and that includes material goods. He's not rich by any means, but he'd happily go broke if it meant you loved him.
ISTP (virtuoso) is the mechanic that repairs your car. Your old friend referred you to him for issues you had with your engine, and now your cars breaks down more frequently than before. Weird how that happens...
When you talk, he seems reserved. Professional, but uninterested. Never looks you in the eye. Sometimes when explaining your car to you, you'll sometimes get quick glances towards you, but you're sure its no big deal.
What he doesn't say in words he says in actions. Touches your shoulder when passing by, offers you small smiles if you catch him staring, gives discounts and free gifts. Nothing terribly expensive, maybe a keychain, or a poster, or something similar. He calls it a customer bonus, but you think otherwise. You've never seen him give gifts to anyone else.
Eventually he finds a way to subtly ask if you have anything else that needs fixing, he's good with most stuff.
Next thing you know, he's in your home and working on your refrigerator that apparently stopped running this morning. Strange, isn't it?
He watches you when he thinks you're not paying attention, but sometimes he's careless, and you notice. He loves you so much. He's in awe, and he wants you to himself.
ISTP finds you adorable in the way someone would find a pathetic wet puppy adorable. Cute, helpless, and vulnerable.
He thinks about you under him, all tears and flushed cheeks. You'd look gorgeous covered in drool and cum, and red scratches down your back. He would know how to use you right.
It becomes harder to hide it. Suddenly you're getting free oil changes, tune-ups, parts, and tires. Every time you mention it, he brushes it off by saying its part of his guarantee package.
He fantasizes about killing everyone you even look at. Your friends and family? Dead. Anyone who hits on you or looks at you wrong? Dead. He loves imagining the moment they draw their last breaths of air. All those disgusting pests gone, and then he has you to himself. As he rightfully deserves.
His fantasies about you are even more demented.
ISTP wants to tie you down and break you until you cry and beg. He wants to know he's the best you'll ever have, and he wants to ruin you for anyone else. He wants to have you so broken that only he could possibly want you.
He's not personally hurt if you reject his advances. In fact, it kind of turns him on.
However, if you avoid him entirely, he resorts to stalking and sabotage of anything you love. Breaking your possessions and valuables, cutting your brake lines, fucking with your thermostat.
ISTP knows exactly how to play his cards so you don't suspect him. It might just be paranoia, but you're certain the phone company is bugged and your apartment has hidden cameras.
Nobody else seems concerned about it, though.
Eventually, he'll drug you to take you to bed. Ties you to his bed frame and uses you like you're just a fleshlight to him. For the moment, that's all you are. Until you agree to be his. Maybe then you'll get a bit more sympathy.
He makes you kiss him in your drugged stupor, makes you swallow every drop of his cum, and fucks you until you black out. It's euphoric to him. What he's dreamed of since the moment you stepped foot in his shop.
You're beautiful under him. A pretty mess that belongs to him.
Out of everyone, he's one of the most likely to get violent with you, or anyone else.
ISFP (adventurer) is a classmate in college who barely passes his classes. Smokes weed most days of the week, wears dark, gloomy clothing, and has piercings all over.
You noticed him in your class, but never really thought of him in any way beyond that. At least, until you saw he was sitting closer and closer to you each class period. Then you talked to him for whatever reason, and he latched onto you like a leech.
He's your friend now, you suppose. Not much of a conversation starter, but he loves hearing about you. Sits there and listens as you go on about mundane subjects. About as engaging as talking to a wall, but he looks like he's listening.
Sometimes it feels like he's looking through you. Not judging, not rude, but just observing.
Very quiet and laid back, usually. Goes with the flow most of the time, and does what you want. Not ambitious, and seemingly unbothered by school.
You're not even sure why he's attending. But, he offered you a ride home one day, so how bad could he really be?
Little did you know he was memorizing your address and where you live.
Seems chill and passive, but when it comes to you, he will put effort into stalking, sabotaging, and watching you.
He takes photos of you when you don't notice. You, in class, at the mall, studying, asleep. He especially loves nudes of you, which he saves for his private collection. Its not the smartest idea, but he carries some in his bag so he can jerk off to them.
That's not even to mention the amount of graphic art he's drawn of you. Pictures of him and you making love, or him eating you out, or you sucking him off. Even artwork of the two of you getting married and having children together. As talented as it is creepy.
Wants you to model for him. Sketching and painting is his true passion, but he's not very social, and you're just so pretty and perfect.. So why not kill two birds with one stone?
If you say no, he'll act like its understandable, even if he's wailing on the inside.
If you say yes, however...
He wants you to strip naked for him. Down to your fully bare body. It won't be weird, he says. It's just part of the project! Since he's such an artsy guy, its almost completely believeable when he says that nudity isn't an inherently sexual thing, and is actually a beautiful and pure thing.
Of course, though, he says that while stuttering over his words and looking more flustered than you've ever seen someone be.
Sketching your nude body is half because he needs the reference, but mostly because he just wanted to see you naked. He acts like its purely professional, but once he gets back home, he immediately gets himself off to your drawing, along with the many other artworks he has of you.
After being used and dirtied, he'll neatly tuck it away into a folder along with the others for another night.
Getting closer to you, you'll realize he tries to come across as brooding and cool, but he's actually kind of... pathetic. Even sexually, he wants you to fully dominate him; boss him around, tug on his hair, bite him until he cries and begs. He lives to please you, and if you don't want that, he'll die trying.
Other people think he's a creep. Even if they don't think he's capable of hurting a fly, they still think he's weird. He doesn't mind.
After all, as long as you're the only one that gives him the light of day, then what does he care?
ESTP (entrepreneur) is an ex boyfriend of yours, a past relationship that went sour after he began being dismissive of your emotions.
You don't want marriage? Well, too bad. He does.
You don't want attention on the both of you? Too bad, again. He'll show you off to everyone, whether you like it or not. And if anyone stares just a little longer than he likes, you can count on the possibility that you'll never see them again.
You don't want him starting fights with men who stare at you for too long? I think you know the answer.
Now that you're broken up with, he won't accept that.
He isn't apologetic by any means, but he still tries to appeal to your good side in hopes you'll come back. He tries to act like nothing happened between you both while also being more considerate of your emotions and opinions. Or, well, seeming that way.
You're not as impressed by him as he thought you were going to be.
He thought if he showed you how he's changed, you'd be fawning over him like you used to.
ESTP begins stalking you everywhere, thinking surely the reason you must be uninterested in him anymore is because there's someone else involved. Who could that someone be? And how should he kill them? These are the only questions worth asking now.
If he does discover there's someone else, all hell breaks loose. He'll start a very public fight with them, and no matter who it is, he will ensure that he wins in the end.
Brutality and bloodshed aren't uncommon with ESTP, even if it isn't his first choice.
He calls you vulgar names in anger and betrayal. All these names that he knows cut deep.
Though he doesn't think his actions through a majority of the time, it almost always works out for him. Including kidnapping you away.
Rough sex is the norm with him, as he thinks you deserve to be punished for leaving him in the first place. He may just flat out torture you sexually as revenge for trying to move on from him. Dry penetration, toys, wax, restraints, gags... anything he can do to make you hurt like you hurt him. He gets pleasure in your pain. He'll only stop once he's satisfied and you begged him for your forgiveness.
He views the entire situation as entirely your fault.
You shouldn't have cheated. You shouldn't have lied to him about your interests. You should've just complied with whatever he wanted, so neither of you had to feel this way.
Even if he's mean and cruel more than half the time, he has his moments of gentle romance. Just go along with what ever he wants with no question or doubt, and he'll seem like a normal lover who kidnapped you and possibly killed for you.
INFJ (advocate) is your therapist. Quiet and mysterious, yet calm and soothing, he knows how to ease you into talking about yourself. He has an almost magnetic aura to him that pulls you closer to him the more he talks. There's just something about him that puts you at ease.
In therapy, he listens intently to everything you say. Every word of it. Almost too intensely.
Sometimes he'll ask you to describe your sex life in detail. Says its just to gain a better understanding of your relationships, or how you view yourself.
He also enjoys hearing about your hobbies, your career, and especially your stressors. Wants you to explain all of them and why they affect you so deeply. His favorite appointments with you are the ones where you vent endlessly about everything and he sits quietly and observes your body language. He feels like he's gotten to know you so intimately.
To the point where he knows where you live, and what you do every day.
His advice is a bit strange, but he's so kind and has such a charm to him, that you listen when he says you should distance yourself to make more time for yourself. More time to focus on your personal health.
If you have a partner, he gains more information about them from you, waiting for the perfect excuse to urge you to break up with them.
You had an argument and they didn't apologize right away? They probably don't care enough about you.
They made one comment you felt indifferent about? Clearly they're insulting you and don't take your relationship seriously.
He says you need someone who knows everything about you, who cares more, who is more thoughtful, more compassionate... someone more like him, essentially. Someone who wouldn't dare even think about treating you wrongly.
To make it worse, he tells you anyone else who would know the things he knows about you wouldn't stick around with you. Of course, he wouldn't word it so bluntly, but he'd find a way to say it without it sounding harsh.
He's so sweet. He just wants what is best for you!
Once you left something behind at his office, and when you asked for it back the next week, it was nowhere to be found.
You find things open in your house that you don't remember opening, things gone that you can't find.
Everything INFJ takes from you, he treats it like a sacred treasure. They belonged to you, so therefore they are precious to him.
Sometimes he'll use your items to jerk off to, either shoving your undergarments in his own face to inhale your scent, or wrapping it around his own cock and pretending its you. He loves imagining it, so much so that he often zones out thinking about it during sessions with you.
Sexually speaking, INFJ is rather vanilla, but still a freak in his own way.
He loves tying you down and teasing you until you beg him to fuck you, whispering sweet praise in your ear and telling you how lovely you are. He adores kissing you breathless as you lay beneath him. There's something so romantic and intimate about missionary position with you as far as he's concerned. Slowly rocking into you as he strokes your skin. Pure love in his mind.
No, he's not the type to force himself on you. But he is definitely the type to subtly manipulate your feelings until you cave and let him.
That is, if he hadn't already slipped something in your drink.
He acts like its a total coincidence, bumping into you outside the office, and finding you completely vulnerable and intoxicated.
He helps you back home, takes care of you, lets you vent your heart out to him. Then, he kisses you on the lips while you're barely able to comprehend what's happening.
His obsession runs deep, and it's something you won't be able to escape. He'd much rather not kidnap you, but everyone has a breaking point. Just keep your gaze solely on him, and best case scenario is you don't have to find out what he's willing to do for you.
ENFP (campaigner) is an internet acquaintance. Sweet, friendly, and energetic. Attracts you right away due to shared interests, and quickly gains your trust.
It's easy to bond with him. You have a lot in common. He talks about himself a lot, but he asks you about yourself even more.
He goes on about his life stories and interests, but he's just as passionate when listening about yours. He remembers everything you tell him, too.
Talks to you daily, and messages you constantly when you're online.
After a while goes by, you reveal your city, and he's shocked because no way! He coincidentally lives there too!
Asks to meet you in person soon, as soon as possible.
You think he's a little impulsive and maybe slightly desperate, but hey. He's your friend. Why not give it a shot? He agrees to meet anywhere public you want. Anywhere that would make you comfortable and safe.
When you finally decide on a cafe in your area, you meet him. He's adorable and charming, just like he seemed on your chats. He's witty and bright, always lighting up a room with his presence. You become instant close friends outside of messaging.
You spend so much time with each other, you start to wonder why you've never seen his place. Every time you bring up the idea, he's quick to shut it down with an almost nervous smile. Something about his demeanor shifts when the subject arises, so you try not to bring it up too much.
Truth is, he doesn't live close to you. He actually traveled several hours away just to get a hotel, all to be close to you and convince you he lived here to begin with. To have a reason to meet you in person. To be your friend.
And he thinks its working pretty well, given the circumstances. He can't stop thinking about you. You're so perfect, everything he'd ever fantasized you would be in person.
He feels a bit guilty for it, but he can't just resist the temptation of watching your sleep every night through your window. You're just so peaceful.
Sleeping in his arms would be even better. Laying there, snuggling into him. Soft kisses pressed onto your lips. Staring at you lovingly for hours. Ah, he wants it so badly. Fantasizing about you, even making plans to elope with you and live abroad somewhere. Just the two of you in complete harmony with no interruptions.
Well, okay. It's less planning and more like fantasizing in his head for the time being. One day, though, he'll have the confidence to do it!
He finds himself extremely clingy, but unable to control it. Every moment without you feels torturous for him. He absolutely despises you spending time with anyone but him. The rest of your friends and family don't understand you quite like he does. He's convinced of it.
If he's not with you, he's having a mental breakdown thinking about you being with someone else. He stalks you more for his own sanity, than to indulge in her perverted desires.
But, oh, he definitely has them. He feels a bit ashamed of them, feeling as if he's degrading you with all the positions he's imagining you in.
He's okay with anything you give him, honestly. If you want to dom the absolute fuck out of him, sure. But if you want him to pin you against the wall and take you until you cry, then he will gladly do that, too. Whatever you want.
You can take advantage of him and choke him during sex and he'd just be honored you cared enough to pay attention to him.
When the two of you finally do get intimate, he is so eager and excited. A bit awkward and clumsy, but very earnest. Very much ready to please you in any way you want.
Despite all that, he'd never dream of forcing himself on you. He wants you to want him, even if its only a fraction of how much he wants you.
He'd only kidnap you as a last resort. Eventually, he'd come clean that he actually didn't live near you like he said he did. That he actually lied to be closer to you.
If you understand, he'd cry tears of happiness.
But if you feel betrayed and disgusted, and decide you want nothing to do with him, that would destroy him. Absolutely ruin him to the core.
He'd lose control and just give in, abduct you in the spur of the moment.
He's sorry for doing that! But at the same time, he just couldn't help himself! How could he possibly live without you in his life? Its just impossible. You'll understand one day, won't you, darling...?
ENFJ (protagonist) is someone you recognize from high school, who so coincidentally you ran into.
You remember ENFJ to have been one of the popular kids during those times. You were afraid to even breathe in his direction because of how many admirers he had.
Fast forward to the present day, he seems much more relaxed and inviting, so much so that you would've hardly recognized him if you hadn't talked to each other after your eyes met.
After exchanging numbers and hanging out a bit, you realize just how nice this guy truly is.
Kind, supportive, sweet, caring; just an all-around genuinely great guy. He offers you emotional support through tough times. Even offers to get together when you talk about how lonely you're feeling sometimes. Its a relief to talk to someone that seems to get you.
ENFJ always had a crush on you, but never pursued it due to fear of rejection and other commitments holding him back.
Now that his confidence is higher than ever, though, he figures now is the right time to make a move.
He's always the perfect gentleman; pays for everything when you're both out and about, dresses to impress you, shows up on time, compliments you, etcetera. He's absolutely determined to make you fall for him.
Its all a bit of a facade. Truth is, on the inside he's terrified he'll screw everything up again, and this will be the last chance he'll get with you before you reject him permanently.
His entire sense of self esteem depends on your approval of him. This scares him more than anything.
He thinks about you at all times, no matter what he's doing. Fantasizes about moving in with you, kissing you awake, brushing your teeth together, fucking in the shower together...
Marrying you and taking you on a honeymoon. Living peacefully for the rest of your days. Having children.
His obsession slowly builds, until he's digging into your background and history. Searching everything he can find to learn anything about you that he doesn't know already.
He makes everyone in your life love him. Friends, family, and hell, even any of your pets adore him.
He thinks you're truly, purely perfect. There's nothing about you that he could possibly improve.
Well, unless you reject him when he inevitably shows up on your doorstep in a nice suit and a bouquet of your favorite flowers.
What do you mean you don't see him that way? Everyone wants him! Why the hell wouldn't you want him too?
He laughs off the rejection and nods. Says its perfectly alright. Its not a big deal.
In his mind, however, its a gigantic fucking deal.
Your love belongs to him. It always has and it always will. There's absolutely no question about it.
He is absolutely consumed by jealousy. Envy practically consumes him whole. Is there someone else? Did he forget to wear your favorite cologne that day? Do you not like how he dresses? What is the problem?
If it was someone else, you can bet he'd sabotage your relationship to hell and back until it was shattered beyond repair. It wouldn't take much. With his charming charisma, it would be too easy. How could you choose anyone over him? No one can treat you better than he can, he guarantees that much. You belong to him, you'd be stupud not to see that.
His composure would slowly begin to dwindle.
You'll change your mind, he's certain of that.
Eventually he'd show up one night, tear-stained cheeks and tousled hair. Pleading for you to give him a chance, because he swears he'll be the best partner you could ever imagine.
If you continue to deny him, he'll stop giving you that choice. He thinks he's generous for giving you a choice in the first place.
He's a nice guy, but that doesn't mean he's incapable of cruelty, too. The last thing he wanted was to show you that side of him, but sometimes people just need some tough love. He's sure he'll get you into a much more obedient partner soon enough.
INFP (mediator) is the pretty boy barista who makes the heart latte art in your coffee at the local cafe.
Quiet, unassuming, and shy. He blushes if you look at him too long or talk to him directly. The epitome of timid. Its really cute.
Other workers at the cafe call him a pushover and joke about it frequently. Sometimes customers do, too.
When you become a regular, you both talk. INFP laughs at what ever you have to say, looks at you adoringly, and listens closely. Even if you're talking about boring subjects like groceries. Its like every mundane part of your life suddenly fascinates him. You begin wondering what goes on inside that pretty head of his.
You see him get harrassed by another customer, and you stand up for him.
INFP is completely, wholeheartedly smitten after that.
The second you leave the store, he begins counting down the seconds until you come back.
Suddenly his entire drawer at home is filled with love letters he is too anxious to send, to straight up smut fanfics he wrote starring himself and you. It makes him blush thinking about it, but he can't deny his fantasies are vivid.
Eventually he begins stalking you and your socials both. He obsessively checks your Instagram every hour, every minute. When you're offline, he spends hours looking at previous selfies. Printing them out. Squeezing and kissing your printed face whenever the frustration is too much to bear.
He knows it's pathetic, which is why he never intends on letting you know this is the real him. If you found out, he thinks he might just kill himself.
Finally after several months, he works up the courage to give you his number, scribbling it down on your cup.
He'd genuinely cry tears of joy if you text him.
Aaaand, of course, he'd save your contact with a plethora of hearts and kissy emojis. It makes him giggle seeing your name pop up. His crush is becoming even more unbearable than before.
Before long, he starts following you home every night, just to watch you through your bedroom window.
He hates how much of a creep he is, but he can't help himself as he desperately strokes himself off to your image. He imagines gently fucking you while cradling your face and whispering words of romance between your bodies. Maybe even vice versa. He'd positively melt either way.
Despite everything, he can be a bit two-faced. If anyone messes with you or gets in the way of him pursuing you, he won't hesitate to try to ruin their lives and drive them out. He's a bit sadistic when it comes to those who hurt his beloved.
However, towards you, he's soft and even submissive, for the most part.
Though he'd never hurt you, he's willing to hurt himself so you'll keep your eyes only on him. That's how love is meant to be, isn't it?
ENTP (debater) is a lawyer hired to defend you after you're falsely accused of a serious crime.
Cocky, yet charming. Full of himself, yet full of charisma too. Despite his somewhat rude behavior, he seems to actually care about your situation and winning your case. You're pretty sure he's using some shady method, but you're too desperate to care. You want this hell to be over.
While defending you, he becomes interested in you as a person too. Especially after observing you so closely during the case. Noticing quirks about your behavior, your body language, your preferences. Even if you were guilty of the crime you had been accused of, he'd probably still defend you anyways. You're special, and he wants you to himself.
He's usually insufferable, but since he's the best lawyer out there, you're forced to take it.
Which brings him a great amount of pleasure.
Loves using his high position of power as an excuse to fuck you. He'll have you bent over his desk as he fucks you from behind, or perhaps underneath his desk while he talks to clients, having you suck him off.
If you're good, he'll pleasure you back. Hell, even if you misbehave, he probably still will. He can't get enough of the sounds you make.
During sex, he is extremely rough and teasing. Loves mocking your whorishness. Loves trying new kinky stuff.
It's a miracle no one has questioned your relationship with him, given how shameless he is about it. He'll squeeze your ass and even smack it in front of other people, thinking your humiliation is hilarious. He'll leave bites in the most obvious places, and leave you to stumble out of his office like a newborn deer.
And hey, you can always refuse his advances. He won't force you. But it'd be such a damn shame if he were to let the prosocution win on purpose, wouldn't it?
It's not blackmail or manipulation! It's just friendly negotiation. That's how he words it.
Even after the case is won and you have no obligations to him, he expects you to stay.
Threatens to put you in trouble with the law. He has connections, y'know? And he won't hesitate to use them if you don't cooperate with what he wants. Because you belong to him. You'd be the biggest idiot in the world to disagree. He's sure of that.
He's not physically sadistic (at least not completely), but he's definitely a bit emotionally sadistic. Loves getting you riled up and watching your expressions shift in real time. He especially loves it if you're going out of your way to appease him, he finds it adorable.
Either way, he wants you wholeheartedly.
Slowly but surely, he'll break you down into the obedient partner he knows you can be. And when he's done that, he'll spoil you rotten with anything you could ever ask for, as long as you stay the devoted little spouse he wants you to be.
INTJ (architect) is your college roommate who keeps to himself a lot. Doesn't like interacting with others except when it's mandatory, and prefers to stay quietly locked away studying.
At first, he appears cold and cruel. Barely paying any sort of attention to you at all. However, after several months go by, he begins talking to you more often. Being more considerate of you. As much as he hates to admit it, you've become a distraction from his academic goals. An obsession, a drug-like addiction that he cannot rid himself of.
As stoic and reserved as he typically acts around everyone else, he has thoughts and fantasies that would terrify you.
He thinks about fucking you constantly. Pinning you down on your bed and shoving his cock deep down your throat, all while holding eye contact with that condescending glare. Stuffing panties in your mouth so he doesn't have to hear your pleas. Humiliating you to the point you'd only wish you could die.
Then finally finishing off with marking you as his, inside and out.
INTJ isn't sure whether he really hates you, or loves you, but the line becomes blurred more every single day that passes.
Sometimes he'll hide out somewhere secluded and jerk off furiously to you, keeping silent and holding his hand over his mouth to muffle his pants and grunts. Stroking himself off fast and rough. Imagining you as his helpless toy and him as your god. Your pleasure doesn't even come into play when it comes to his fantasies.
His favorite thing to think about is having you tied down and blindfolded on your bed, legs spread wide open. You cry and beg him to stop, but that only excites him. He's a sucker for your sobs and cries.
The more he watches you, the more aggressive he feels. Fantasies become more graphic as time passes.
He hates you for making him feel these things. His grades are suffering, and its all your fault.
When his lust becomes far too strong to hold in any longer, you wake up to him climbing into your bed. Pulls your body under him and fucks you painfully. Sinks his teeth into your flesh and grips your hips hard enough to bruise them purple and red.
If you try to fight back, he simply wraps his fingers tightly around your neck. Reminds you who is really the superior of you both. He is. He has always been the superior, and will continue to be for the rest of your lives. He tells you this as you whimper and pathetically struggle under him. That you're disgusting for getting wet, though its clear he loves it.
Once he's satisfied and cum deep inside of you, filling you up to the point you begin leaking, he rolls back over to his own bed and falls asleep peacefully.
He has so much blackmail on you, and a much better reputation with school faculty and staff. So if you told anyone, he'd ruin you and get off scot-free. And then he would punish you for it, too.
The longer it continues, he may become more gentle and even romantic with you... in his own way, at least.
Gives you rare praise if you listen to his demands without complaint. Maybe he'll buy you roses and chocolates instead of giving you bruises. Maybe he'll cuddle you and stroke your hair affectionately, whispering how pretty and smart and obedient you are, and how much he adores you.
His genuine love and affection is something you'll have to earn, though.
Until then, he'll continue using you like his personal sextoy.
INTP (logician) is the awkward friend in the group of mutual friends you have, and he's had a crush on you for ages. Shy, antisocial, and closed off. He'll avoid talking to you altogether unless you speak to him first. He gets flustered easily, and he thinks you're just the most lovely human being he has ever had the luck to come across.
He's awful at expressing that, though. To anyone else, he just seems like a loser creep.
It's not really something he denies, honestly. How can he, when he has your whole home installed with cameras and hearing devices just so he can watch you whenever he wishes?
Sometimes he uses the footage to jerk off, other times he uses it to fuel his delusional fantasy of the two of you in a happily married house together. He can envision everything down to the exact detail.
A perfect life. Perfect marriage, perfect kids, perfect neighborhood. A home that's beautifully decorated and renovated.
He has an entire scrapbook of him photo-editing pictures of you together with rings photoshopped onto them, and pictures of your faces plastered onto stock images of wedding couples.
It's pathetic and almost humorously desperate, but it's just the tip of the iceberg compared to the things he does.
You always lock your door and windows, yet somehow your clothing keeps disappearing, along with underwear. Oddly enough, you'll find them again with the smell of sex and stained white blotches dried in.
Some days, he decides to break in while you aren't there. Spends his time sniffing the sheets, eating your leftovers, pleasuring himself with his head shoved in your laundry bin, etcetera.
It's just something he likes to indulge in, knowing you would be utterly disgusted if you saw what he was doing.
He doesn't really feel ashamed. Sometimes a bit embarrassed, but only at the thought of you finding out. Besides that, he couldn't give less of a shit about any morality concerns regarding his behavior.
For the longest time, he'll keep this behavior up until you eventually get a partner.
To say the least, he'd be devastated. Absolutely crushed beyond words.
His mind immediately begins racing, thinking of ways to get rid of them. Or, better yet, just kidnap you.
Which, in all honesty, he will most likely end up doing.
He doesn't have much physical strength, so he drugs your drink whenever you meet with him. As soon as you collapse into a half-awake, confused daze, he helps carry you back to his apartment and ties you down in his room, likely gagging you.
Loves touching you all over, curiously playing with your body while a movie plays in the background. He's never touched anyone else before like this, but he's glad he saved himself for you. It just feels so right. He's practically salivating thinking about it.
If you get too noisy or combative, he turns the TV volume louder. Tells you if the neighbors hear anything suspicious, there will be consequences.
He wants to be romantic. Blames you for making him rough when you piss him off. Why can't you just behave yourself?
Slowly but surely, INTP convinces himself that you'll come to love him just as he loves you. He sometimes apologizes for getting ahead of himself, he just "doesn't have much relationship experience".
ENTJ (commander) is an important CEO that's also your boss. Very demanding and difficult to please, most of the employees live in fear of him, or at least detest him heavily. Usually both.
Everyone can agree he's a genius when it comes to business, but as a person, he's intolerable. Rigid, harsh, and strict. Expects perfectionism, yet he gives no instructions on how to get there. It's frustrating, to say the very least. Yet somehow, you manage to impress him. More than that, actually.
You fascinate him.
ENTJ likes to get straight to the point. When he has something to say, he says it bluntly.
If you wear something he likes, he tells you. He loves praising your beauty openly.
If you wear something he doesn't like, he'll have several words to put you down and demand better.
Very quickly, he sets his standards for you and orders you to uphold them. Demands that you dress a certain way, act a certain way, speak a certain way. After all, someone as great as him needs the best, which is what you should strive for.
His expectations of you will be a never-ending battle. No matter what you do, you will never reach the unrealistic goal he has set in his mind for you.
But part of him likes that. If you were to perfectly fit his ideals, then there would be no challenge to it. The journey itself is fun to him. He likes training you, like one would an animal.
After a few months of you being his assistant, he calls you to stay overtime, saying he needs your help organizing some documents. It wasn't a lie. However, it was merely a gateway into a much larger scheme he has in store.
With only the two of you alone in the office, he plans to make you his, whether you consent to it or not. It's all just details to him.
You will succumb to him, its inevitable.
If you agree, good.
If not, that's okay.
He enjoys it either way.
If you like him fucking you like there's no tomorrow, putting a collar and leash on you and treating you in the most humiliating ways imaginable... he gets a kick out of it. It makes him feel powerful, a feeling he revels in. He likes knowing you need him, that you find him just as attractive as he finds you.
However, if he forces himself on you while you scream and sob underneath him, powerless and weak... he gets a kick out of that, too. He feels powerful, but this time at your expense. Taking whatever he wants from you is something he enjoys.
Both types of sex feed into his massive ego.
After that night, your job description changes to "whatever ENTJ wants". Which ranges from menial tasks like fetching coffee and dinner to going as a plus one on dates to sucking him off underneath the table during meetings with big-name companies.
He controls nearly every aspect of your life, so you shouldn't even try escaping.
With just a single phone call, he has several people at his beck and call. If you try defying him enough to push him towards kidnapping you, it'd all just be a million times worse.
After all, he's already tormenting you with several eye witnesses... imagine what he'd do to you alone.
Your Yan!Elliott posts are endlessly fascinating to me. I propose an idea for you if you are up for it:
Yan!Elliott finally has his prize all to himself, only to learn he's simply done the job for them. He's not the only obsessed one. He's not got his prize caged up. No no. He's caged with them.
Wasn't it always rather odd that his target of infatuation quickly learned everything about him, his schedules, his interests, his favorite foods? Did he ever even notice? (Based a little on the fact that--let's be real--we players are the weird ones)
Omg thank you! :) And true, I would 100% be considered the creep if my farmer's behavior imitated my own irl behavior haha T_T
I made Reader a lot more smug than I normally do. I hope this is good!!
Yandere!Elliott x Reader
Tags/warnings: Suggestive, drugging, mentioned stalking, dubcon (kinda but not really), yandere x yandere, gender neutral reader
Sometimes Elliott felt like he didn't even need to stalk you around the town. He'd walk out of his cabin, camera, binoculars, and caffeine gathered for a stakeout, only for you to be waiting outside with a smile on your face. That same smile that made him feel like he was soaring.
Not only that, but you knew just what he liked. Granted, he'd like anything if it were from you, but he had a whole year's supply worth of pomegranates and ink stocked up in his cabin.
He didn't even want to put either to use, treasuring each item you gave him like a rare gem. He did eventually crack and eat the pomegranates though. He was only human, after all!
There was no doubting it. You were perfect.
Each time he'd write lengthy letters to you, all from your "secret admirer", he'd watch your expressions. You always looked delighted to have received a letter. Though you never once attempted to find out who was sending you them. Elliott wondered if maybe you already knew, but never wanted to get his hopes up.
He made sure to describe how stunning you were in every letter he wrote. It was important for you to know how perfect you were. So perfect, that you didn't deserve to be around anyone else. No one would ever love you as much as Elliott did.
Despite the countless gifts he had received from you, despite you seeming to know his schedule down to a T, he was still determined he needed to win your affection over. All because he needed more.
He needed to hold you. He needed to taste you. He needed to marry you. He needed you.
"Hey, Elliott!"
The writer turned opened his door, delighted to see you. It was a rainy day, which was when he always stayed inside, save for stalking you at specific hours. You'd usually visit him on rainy days, and naturally he'd always be quick to invite you in. He knew you were likely coming over, which was why he already had a nice dinner prepared and everything.
"Come in, please," he said, holding the door open. You hurried inside and removed your wet raincoat, hanging it on the coat rack. Elliott headed straight for the kitchen, where he dished out the dinner he had prepared, along with the spiked wine.
He didn't have any awful intentions, of course! He just... wanted you to himself for a little longer than you normally stayed. That wasn't so wrong, was it? He wanted to savor this.
Besides, it wasn't like it was the first time he had done this.
"How are you?" he asked, sitting down at the table across from you. He waited eagerly for you to take a sip of the wine.
"I'm okay," you replied, giving him a smile that made his heart melt. "Just exhausted. I spent all day working."
He knew. He watched you.
"Then let me give you a nice relaxing time," he suggested, making sure to sound polite as he could. "Drink some more wine. Tell me all about your day." He didn't even realize his lovesick smile listening to you talk. He was excited for you to become sleepy and less aware of your surroundings. Then he could hold you and kiss you and you wouldn't even remember a thing the next morning.
It was honestly the only thing keeping him from going insane. He could be creepy as he wanted with you and you wouldn't even care. Although he'd use the term "romantic" instead.
After he nearly finished his own drink, he noticed his mind becoming hazy. He was a bit of a lightweight, he'd admit, but it took more than one glass to get him feeling like this. He tried to blink the dizziness from his own eyes, and could make out your eyes on him and a smirk on your face.
"Oh no, are you okay? You don't look so good," you feigned innocence. Even through his hazy state, Elliott could hear the smug grin in your voice.
"D-Did... did you...? Are you...?" He couldn't form a coherent sentence.
"Yep," you confirmed. "You've done it to me several times now, figured I'd return the favor. It's only fair, right?"
He should have been angry or upset about this, but he wasn't. Instead, his cheeks turned bright red as he stared at you in a dumbfounded awe. He didn't know what he was feeling right now, but it definitely wasn't anger. Arousal, anticipation, delight... maybe a mixture of all three.
"To be fair," you continued, "I never was really drugged. Just pretended to be, because I wanted to see what you would do." His breath hitched when you straddled his lap, holding his tie in your hand. "Just to see how far you'd take things."
"Y-You..." He never thought he'd see the day where his words failed him. But how was he supposed to speak when you were on his lap looking so delectable? He subconsciously licked his lips as he drank in every detail of your body. The way your chest rose and fell, your breaths as heavy as his, your eyes clouded with lust. He could only imagine how much of a fool he looked right now.
"Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" Your voice was soft, sweet. "Did you think I'd never find out?"
Elliott paused for a moment before chuckling. He rested his hands on your thighs and massaged them gently. "You know me too well, darling." He placed a gentle kiss to your throat. "How did you know?"
"How did I know you were spiking my drinks?" You giggled and kissed his ear. "Because you're not subtle at all." You licked a stripe down his neck, enjoying the shivers you felt from him. "And because I want you just as much as you want me."
He placed his forehead against yours and let out a shaky sigh. "I... I'm very relieved to hear that." He didn't even bother to hide his erection pressing against you. "If I could, I'd tell you just how much I adore you. But..." He trailed off, growing more deadweight. His head fell forward against your chest as he struggled to keep his eyes open. "I love you. I love you so much."
You rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being. "You'll be fine, love," you whispered. "And I love you, too."
Despite Elliott falling limp into your arms, he refused to loosen his grip on you the entire night. Or the morning to come.
Hiii! <3 Could you perhaps write something with Reader cheating on yandere Jingyuan?
I hope this isn't ooc! I love writing for HSR characters but I don't do it often.
Yandere!Jing Yuan x Reader
Tags: NSFW MDNI, cheating, spanking, patronizing behavior, light degradation, sex as punishment, gender neutral reader, implied kidnapping
You couldn't deny you felt shame. Jing Yuan was so sweet, so doting, but he could get so busy sometimes. You loved him, you truly did, but occasionally, it was too tempting to not hook up with someone else. Just a fling, that's all you wanted. Only enough attention to make up for the lack of his while he was on duty. You didn't expect anyone to get murdered over it.
Things were supposed to go out smoothly. Your husband would be gone for the weekend, so you'd have a one-night stand and sneak back home at midnight. You didn't bother hiding the hickeys since you didn't think he'd be home.
However...
"Welcome home, dear. Did you have fun?"
He was there when you walked in. He was lounging on the sofa, eyeing you as you came in, his figure relaxed with one leg crossed over the other. There was no anger on his face. On the contrary, he smiled and looked more content than he had been in a while. But you could see it.
The glimmer in his eyes, the dangerous red that clouded his pupils. He wasn't angry. He was furious.
You flinched, wanting to shrink away into your coat. How were you supposed to explain this? "I..." Your voice came out in a rasp, throat dry and tight. You swallowed down your fear and tried again. "Yes... I did."
Part of you was still foolishly hoping he didn't know about your disloyalty, that you were overthinking his mannerisms.
Perhaps he just happened to be home early because he wanted to see you, and not because he rightfully suspected anything. Maybe you could still cover this up.
He rose from his seat and came towards you. "Did you now?" His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you against his chest. Your hands shook as they hung by your sides. "Would you like to know what I did, honey?"
It wasn't a question. He didn't care if you did or didn't want to know. He was going to tell you anyway.
His face pressed into your neck, inhaling your scent, humming against your skin. "I followed you." His lips peppered your neck with kisses as his grip tightened. "I have lots of friends in the knights that patrol the area frequently. Imagine my heartbreak when I hear my darling spouse has been sneaking around. I didn't want to believe it, so I had to see for myself."
You trembled in his hold, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Jing Yuan's tone was frighteningly even, but that only scared you more. You could feel him smiling against your skin. Forced and cold.
"When I saw you enter that man's house, I thought to myself: No, there must be an explanation for this. There's no way you would do such a thing." The more he talked, the more painful his grasp got. His nails dug into your side, threatening to puncture your skin. "So I waited outside for a while and sure enough, you came out a mess." His gaze became more narrowed, trailing down to the angry hickeys covering your skin.
"You stunk of alcohol and sweat, with all these nasty marks all over you. Even on your collarbone. Absolutely shameful."
You winced. "I'm sorry-"
"Shh." Jing Yuan's lips covered your own in a deep kiss that tasted of wine. "You were lonely without me, right? You wanted attention. I understand. There's no need to apologize. I know I haven't been paying much attention to you, so it's natural for you to look elsewhere."
Despite his understanding words, you felt trapped. Jing Yuan kissed you again and again, tongue swiping against your lips. You didn't have a choice but to open your mouth and let him in, letting his tongue explore every inch of your mouth.
He usually took his sweet time tasting you, but this time, he was impatient and sloppy. You could only grip his arms, whimpering as he poured all of his pent-up anger into the kiss.
When he pulled away, your knees threatened to give out on you. His mouth remained close, the warmth of his breath grazing your lips.
"You'll just have to make it up to me." His hand slithered under your coat and slid it off, his fingers stroking the marks on your shoulders. "These look painful. I never knew you liked pain. But I guess I never knew you were a whore, either."
His words pierced you like daggers, tears spilling from your eyes as you choked back a sob. Jing Yuan's cold eyes softened at the sight, cooing at you.
"Don't cry, sweetheart. It hurts me too when you cheat." His fingers stroked your cheek, catching some of your tears and licking them off his fingers. "I'll take care of you now, okay? Let me be your husband again." He guided you into the bedroom, pushing you onto the bed. "I'm going to fuck all of him out of you, so when I'm done, you'll only remember me. And all the other men you've seen."
Before you could protest, he flipped you onto your stomach and pulled down your pants. You squealed as his hand came down on your ass, leaving a red mark that would surely bruise later.
His palm was ice cold on your hot skin, soothing the sting from the impact.
"I want to forgive you, but I'm not going to lie to myself. You hurt me. I'd never hurt you like that." He paused, feeling between your legs. "And now you're getting aroused by this? Maybe I really have been neglecting you." He stood up to unbuckle his belt. "Let me remind you what sex feels like with someone who loves you."
You glanced back at him over your shoulder, watching him stroke himself. He looked down at you, an unsettling smile on his face.
"You know I love you, right?"
Jing Yuan climbed onto the bed, fingers tracing up your leg before pressing into your entrance. You whimpered as he eased them inside, not used to being stretched so suddenly. But he didn't care.
He thrust his fingers in and out of you, moving his fingers in scissoring motions to spread you more. You couldn't stop squirming beneath him, struggling to adjust to his pace.
"Answer me," he demanded. His fingers curled inside you.
"I do! I-I do!"
He hummed and removed his fingers, staring down at his hand covered in your wetness. He admired the way his wedding ring glistened in the low lighting, but not for long.
His gaze lowered to your reddened, flustered face, making his cock twitch.
"Good. Because I really do love you." He lifted your hips up, guiding the tip of his cock to your hole. He pushed into you and watched as you squeezed your eyes shut, desperate moans falling from your lips. Your walls wrapped around him, and he wanted nothing more than to absolutely wreck you.
So he did.
His hips snapped against yours at a rough pace, hands gripping your waist tight enough to leave finger-shaped bruises. Your moans and the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. But the way you cried his name was the best song to his ears.
If he weren't mad with jealousy and frustration, he would've taken a few seconds to grab his phone to record. But he needed to chase the image of that man out of your mind first.
He reached around you and started rubbing the sensitive bundle of nerves between your legs. He sunk his teeth into your shoulder, grunting against your skin. His touch sent you spiraling into an orgasm, juices gushing all over his cock.
Your tightening walls drove him towards his climax as well, and he came inside of you with a satisfied groan.
Your eyes were blown wide as you felt his cum fill you up. Jing Yuan panted above you, not having the energy to pull out yet. After a few seconds, he did, watching his seed spill out of you. His hips gave a few lazy thrusts into you as if trying to push it in deeper.
"You took me so well, sweetheart." He laid down next to you, bringing your shaking body close.
"Are you still mad at me?" You breathed in his scent.
He chuckled. "I'm no longer mad. In fact, I'm happy. You just confirmed my suspicions that you can't be trusted on your own."
You didn't like the sound of that. "What do you mean?"
He brought a hand to your neck, stroking the skin there. "You have a wild spirit. So it's only natural that I'd need to watch over you closely, right? So you don't wander off again. How can you cheat on me if I'm the only person you see?" He ignored your frightened expression and snuggled you close to him. "This is for the best. Everything I do is for you, Y/n."
hello is it ok if i ask what kind of nsfw you feel comfortable writing and your favorite kind of nsfw
I feel comfortable writing pretty much any nsfw! I'm working on some more right now, actually. As long as it isn't anything with underage characters or incest, I'll usually be up for anything.
My favorite kind of nsfw is anything that involves bondage, breeding, dumbification, hypnosis, petplay, medical, tentacles, predator/prey... the list goes on.
I can be awkward writing things I'm not into, but I will try! And there's no kinkshaming here, simply kinks/fetishes I am comfortable writing and ones I am not. So don't be afraid to ask if you're unsure!
could you do some yandere elliott nsfw? i need this man like i need air to breathe i swear-
Just had a surgery this morning, I hope this is coherent because I still feel a lil groggy haha. I tried to make the reader as sexually neutral as I could since I don't do that very often. I hope I did decently ^^;
Yandere!Elliott x Reader
Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Stalking, masturbation, sex toy usage, general creepy behavior, gender neutral reader, no sex specified for reader
For hours at a time, Elliott would follow and stalk you (although he would put it into more light terms) as you went about your business. He wanted to be near you at all times, but the crowding might have scared you away so he made do with spying.
Sometimes Elliott would pretend to accidentally bump into you in town, acting as though it was coincidence that you were on the same street and walking in the same direction.
When you were gone, he sometimes snuck into your home. At first, he would only go to touch your things, the things that had touched you and smelled of you. He would hold up your shirt to his face and breathe in the smell, trying to simulate your embrace.
It wasn't as good as the real thing by any means, but it satiated him for the time being.
He grabbed a discarded pair of underwear on the ground, and didn't even think about his next actions. He brought it up to his face and shakily inhaled. A choked moan escaped his mouth.
Just as he was ready to pocket it and leave, he heard the front door open. He didn't have enough time to crawl out of the window, so he frantically locked himself in your closet. It wasn't the first time he had been in there without your knowledge, but it still filled him with panic each time.
His heart raced as you walked in, humming softly. He peered through louvered slats and saw you taking off your clothes. Elliott covered his mouth with his hand to keep from moaning aloud. His cock throbbed, and he felt ashamed.
You weren't a mere object for his satisfaction, but he couldn't help himself.
You stripped down completely, and he nearly came in his pants when you removed your undergarments and dropped it on the floor. This was so much better than watching you undress through the window.
Sure, he always had binoculars or a camera on you, but the visual was never enough. Now you were just a few feet from him, body ready to be ravished and worshipped.
It took every fiber of his being not to come out of the closet and do it himself. The anticipation was too much. He began to undo his fly as quietly as possible.
He watched as you slowly and sensuously rubbed yourself. He imagined it was him you were thinking of.
Next thing he knew, he was using his free hand to bring the underwear up to his face. It smelled just like he imagined it would, your scent driving him wild.
Like fate, you flopped on the bed and grabbed what he recognized as a dildo. As upset as he was you were using other toys when you could be using his very-real cock, his disdain melted into pleasure again once you started fingering yourself, preparing yourself for it.
He imagined he was the one preparing you for his own cock. He imagined his fingers deep inside you, gently caressing your warm, wet inner walls. He would coax you open, until he would be able to replace his fingers with his leaking cock.
Not without pampering you beforehand, of course.
He ached for you, and had to finally free his erection from the confines of his pants. He shuddered from the cold air against his burning flesh.
He spit into his palm and stroked himself to the rhythm of your fingers. Normally he never used his own spit, but he was too frenzied to care.
The underwear pressed against his nose as he inhaled deeply. It was intoxicating, and he felt more drunk than if he had chugged an entire keg of beer. The scent was pure you, and he would never have it any other way.
You started teasing yourself with the toy, just about the size of his own cock. He wished it was him, filling you up and making you cry out in ecstasy.
A beautiful moan escaped your lips once you slid it inside, slowly. 'That's it, theeere you go, sweetheart,' he cooed to you in his head. He started stroking his cock slower, only to imagine it was him pushing inside you at such a gentle pace. He could be so sweet to you if you just gave him a chance.
You rocked yourself back and forth on the dildo, making a motion so mesmerizing to watch. He couldn't take his eyes off you, even if the view was obscured.
Elliott didn't notice he was drooling pathetically, but he didn't care.
He sped up his pace to yours again. He felt so dirty watching you like this, but he felt too good to stop.
Suddenly, you switched positions and the view got a little better. Now Elliott had the full picture of your entrance accepting the toy so readily.
He envisioned himself hovering over you, and kissing your soft skin while moving in and out of you. Oh, what he'd give to have your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist.
The scenario was set clear in his mind. After a romantic candlelit dinner, he'd make love to you on the bed. The lighting would be dim and sensual, with his scented candles burning pleasantly. He would treat you to a full-body massage first, getting you all loosened up before he made sweet love to you. He would whisper how much he loved you in your ear and cover your face in kisses. He'd make sure you climaxed first, before taking his own.
That is, if he could even control himself. He had came in his pants an embarrassing amount of times just looking at you. He was barely hanging on at this point, but he tried to wait for you to finish first.
Your shift in moans showed you were getting close, so he brought the undergarments down from his face and to his cock. He wrapped them around himself and ardently stroked his cock.
His breath hitched at how intimate it felt, using the garment as a tool for masturbation.
He was teetering on the edge when you suddenly cried out in your orgasm. The noise was a symphony to his ears, and he came soon after.
For a moment, he saw stars. He had masturbated to you countless of times before, but that was the best orgasm he ever had.
His vision returned, and he felt disgusted with himself. He had came in your underwear. He couldn't return it to you now; he was supposed to leave no trace behind. He supposed it'd make another good keepsake.
Elliott's attention turned back to you. You were covered in sweat and catching your breath.
He wished he could cuddle you afterward, stroking your hair and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. He'd give you a nice bath, and then order something nice from the restaurant for take-out, since you'd both be exhausted. He knew how much you loved your take-out, anyway.
Elliott rearranged himself into his pants. You stood up from the bed and went to the bathroom, and he quickly gathered your discarded clothes from the floor, along with your used toy.
He wanted to use that opportunity to leave, but he was still too busy composing himself.
You entered your room again with your regular night clothing and passed out on your bed. Elliott peeked through the slats of the closet again to watch you sleep for a couple minutes. It was such a gorgeous sight.
Finally he opened the door, gauging your form for any signs of reaction. He silently sighed in relief when you didn't move. He did his best to not step on anything that would creak under his weight and had to stifle a chuckle. You kicked your covers off of you in your sleep.
He risked pulling them back over you and taking that moment to stare once more at your relaxed expression.
One day you'd be his. He considered himself a patient man.
The urge to write this bastard man overtook me. Kinda modern au? It's hard for me to write in Genshin's universe. Reader is gender neutral, but does wear skirts/dresses.
This is NSFW. MDNI!
Tags: NSFW, dehumanization, pet kink, yandere, gender neutral reader, AFAB reader, abusive power dynamics
Working for Pantalone was the worst. It was one thing to be another Fatui member or an accountant at Northland Bank, but you were much more intimate on the daily with your boss, all because you were his personal assistant. The role meant you were always around, and often, Pantalone would take you along on his meetings, business trips and trips overseas.
As creepy as your boss was, you did feel a little lucky. There were always worse options after all, like being Dottore's personal assistant. Just the thought made you shudder. At least Pantalone, in some regards, could be kind... somewhat.
Pantalone liked to be in charge, and so he kept you on a very tight leash. He wouldn't even let you walk more than a few feet away from him at any given time when out in public, and was usually glued to your side, his hand holding your waist, or guiding you with a hand on the small of your back. You supposed it was mostly to keep others away, and as possessive as it was, at least it meant Pantalone didn't try anything funny with you.
The man was unbearably wealthy, and looked the part. He had his own tailor and stylists, so you were often shopping with him when he needed new clothing. He'd always get you outfits that ranged from sophisticated to revealing.
"My dear, come out and let me see you," Pantalone said.
You were in a private room of the store, getting changed into new clothes. You took a deep breath, and walked out. It was long and doused in jewels, accentuating your curves. A long slit ran up one leg, giving a nice view of your thigh.
"Perfect. Come here."
You walked over to where your boss was sitting. He didn't hesitate to put his hands on you, feeling up your body. You closed your eyes and grit your teeth. Pantalone was your boss, and although he didn't force you, it wasn't as if you could refuse him either. You couldn't complain.
"You're so beautiful, my dear. This color really compliments you," Pantalone said. Despite his words constantly switching from nonchalant, to threatening, to flirtatious, he always had his same calm expression and tone. Now was no exception. Pantalone dragged his fingers down the slit on the dress, watching his hand slowly reach up your thigh.
You tried your best to not react to his touch, but Pantalone's hand soon reached the apex of your thighs, and he felt you through the dress.
"Oh?" He sounded surprised. "Were you excited by dressing up for me? That's very unprofessional, Y/n." His tone bordered on teasing. It had to be, since he'd be the biggest hypocrite to scold you on professionalism.
"Sorry, sir," was all you could mumble. Pantalone removed his hand, and you took a step back.
"That's enough, we'll be taking this one. Have it wrapped for me," Pantalone told the shop assistant.
You breathed a sigh of relief as the shop assistant helped you change back into your clothes. When you left the room, Pantalone had already paid for the dress, and was waiting for you at the entrance. You trailed behind him as you always did, trying to keep your distance, but not too far where he'd need to reel you back in.
Pantalone walked you both to the limo, and a Fatui guard helped pack up the few other items he purchased today. When you got into the car, Pantalone's hand was immediately on your thigh, and you tensed.
"Sir, not in the car, please," you whispered.
"Then keep quiet."
And you did just that. Pantalone slipped his hand up your skirt, feeling his way to your panties. He pushed them aside, and his fingers started exploring your folds, prodding around for your clit. He didn't have much room to work with, and yet you felt him run circles around your clit. You closed your eyes, trying to find comfort in the leather seat beneath you.
"Spread your legs a little for me," Pantalone whispered. You complied, and you felt him slowly insert a finger inside of you. The position was uncomfortable, but Pantalone's fingers were long and boney, and were able to hit your sensitive spots like nothing else.
Pantalone did not try to be gentle either, and was thrusting his fingers inside of you, curling them and fucking you with them. His other hand was still on your thigh, occasionally gripping it whenever you'd accidentally buck your hips from pleasure. You felt shameful as you continued to allow him to touch you.
You came embarrassingly fast. Your boss tutted. "That didn't take very long, Y/n." He pulled his fingers out of you, and looked at the juices dripping from them. He held his fingers up to your lips. "Open." You took his fingers into your mouth, closing your lips around them and sucking. You tasted yourself, and Pantalone hummed in approval. "Good job." He removed his fingers from your mouth, and put them in his own, cleaning off any traces of your fluids.
The limo finally arrived back at his office in Snezhnaya. Pantalone stepped out first, and you followed. You couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious. Although it was discreet, there was still a wet spot on your skirt.
When you both entered his office, he closed the door behind you.
"On the desk," Pantalone said.
You shivered at his tone. You made your way to his desk, and hopped up on top of it, spreading your legs and hiking up your skirt to give him full access. Pantalone walked towards you, his demeanor cold as ice, yet the lust in his eyes was unmistakable. He rubbed his clothed crotch against you. You felt his hard cock straining against the fabric of his pants.
"Undress me."
Of course you were quick to oblige, reaching down and undoing his belt, then his pants. You pulled out his cock, and gave it a few pumps. Pantalone grabbed your wrist.
"Patience, dear, we have plenty of time." He bent you over his desk, pushing some paperwork out of the way, and spreading your legs further apart. You heard him fumbling around in his drawer, then the familiar pop of a bottle of lube opening. Soon his cock was lining up with your hole, and he rubbed it up and down, teasing you. Then he pushed inside you.
Pantalone started with a slow rhythm, but before long he was fucking into you relentlessly. His grip on your waist was bruising, and every few thrusts he would slam inside of you.
"Archons, you're always so tight, Y/n."
His cock brushed your cervix with every thrust, and you were reduced to a moaning mess. You gripped the edge of the desk for support, and he leaned over you, his chest pressed against your back. Pantalone was breathing heavily, and was mumbling things under his breath. You could make out the words 'perfect' and 'mine'. It was his usual spiel, something you never questioned.
Pantalone moved a hand to your breast, and groped it through the fabric of your shirt. You moaned, and he started nipping at the back of your neck, leaving a trail of bite marks that would definitely show tomorrow. His thrusts were starting to grow sloppy, and you knew he was close. You were too.
You came first, a high-pitched moan escaping your lips. Pantalone cursed, and shortly after you felt his hot cum fill you up. He stopped thrusting, but didn't pull out. You felt him still pulsing inside of you, and he was breathing heavily. You allowed yourself to relax underneath him, and you could feel his heart beating through his chest, pressed against your back.
"My darling Y/n," he mumbled. "So good for me." Pantalone was rubbing his hands all over you, almost as if he was trying to calm himself. You were nearly drifting off, but suddenly he was pulling out of you, and you could feel his seed dripping from your hole and down your thighs.
Pantalone quickly fumbled with his pants, zipping them up, then turned you around and laid you on your back on his desk. You looked up at him, dazed.
"So pretty," he muttered. He pursed his lips together. "Every day it gets a little harder to resist." Pantalone was running his fingers up and down your sides. You watched him curiously as he seemed to be deliberating something. Then he dipped down, and caught your lips in a kiss.
It wasn't the first time Pantalone had kissed you, but it wasn't as possessive as it usually was. It was gentle, and almost loving. Your lips moved against his slowly, and you could feel him running a hand through your hair. When he pulled away, you stared at him in shock. Pantalone tilted his head, staring back at you with the same gaze as always.
"I think it's time."
You blinked. "Time for what?"
He smiled softly, and pushed a strand of hair away from your face. "Do you know how frustrating it is to have you so close yet so far from me? To have you be mine in all but name?"
You frowned, your mind slowly piecing things together. "Are you referring to... marriage?"
Pantalone's smile widened. "I want that, yes, but that wasn't exactly what I meant. I want you to simply be more than my personal assistant. I want you to live with me, I want to wake up to you by my side. I wouldn't rush you into marriage right away. You still need to adapt to my lifestyle before anything of that sort is necessary."
The way he brought up the conversation sounded like he was miraculously asking for your consent, but you were quick to realize his kindness was just a show. You heard a click around your neck. It was hard to look down and see what it was, but it felt padded and too large to be one of the many necklaces he had bought you before.
It was a collar.
Your breath hitched in your throat and you were suddenly filled with panic. "Sir... Pantalone..." you stammered. "This is--"
"Dottore helped me make this, although I designed it myself." Pantalone dragged his thumb over the elegant engravings of the collar. "You look quite lovely in it. There's a tracker in here at all times, and if you try to take it off, or step out of range of the tracker, it will send a high voltage electric shock. I'm not cruel, so the shock won't seriously hurt you. But it's enough to incapacitate you. I'd be willing to give you freedom if you wore this at all times."
"Why?" you choked out.
Pantalone raised a brow. "Why? Don't ask such silly questions. I want you to stay safe, and with me." He stepped in closer to you, his eyes wide and the edge of his lips twitching. "It's already taking all my self-control not to drag you to my bedroom and lock you in there. And you'd be able to live out the rest of your days in comfort, surrounded by luxury. But I doubt that's what you want, is it?"
"No," you rasped. You didn't notice how your whole body was shaking.
"As expected. So this is the next best option," Pantalone responded. "But if you'd prefer a third option, I have a lovely cage I can put in my office. It has plenty of room for you to stretch your legs." You looked horrified. "What's with that expression, hm? You're already my pet. You've been my pet for a while now."
His words made your skin crawl. You had overheard a few people referring to you as "Regrator's prized pet". You always dismissed the comments, since they were untrue in your mind. You were Pantalone's personal assistant, and if he got his kicks from using you in an intimate way, that was part of the job too. But this was different. This was dehumanzing in the worst way.
"Of course," Pantalone said, interrupting your thoughts, "it doesn't need to be this way forever. I just need to ensure your loyalty to me."
"How can I be loyal if you're forcing me to?" you snapped.
"Forcing?" Pantalone feigned offense. "Am I not giving you a choice? I believe I've given you multiple. Would you prefer if I passed you down to Dottore? I'm sure he'd love a new experiment. He could make you much more willing, I'm sure."
You tried your best not to grimace. Dottore had the reputation of being the most sadistic Harbinger, and the thought of having to work for him was mortifying.
Pantalone watched as your expression twisted. He smiled again, a ghost of one, and his eyes crinkled slightly. "My dear Y/n, it doesn't need to be so negative. You are mine, yes, but I take care of what is mine. I only want to keep you safe. Nothing will hurt you if you're by my side." He gently rubbed your cheek with his gloved fingers, and you closed your eyes. You tried not to let yourself be fooled by his gentle demeanor.
There was no escaping a man with his power and wealth. It didn't matter what you chose. Pantalone was always going to find a way to get you under his thumb, one way or another. But at least you had some say in this.
"I'll wear the collar."
"I'm glad that's been settled. I'd be more than happy to house you in my room, but I'm patient." He bent down to kiss you again. "I love you, Y/n." I own you.
Hey, this is the anon from the Elliot dream ramble. Someone on Nexus updated the mod for 1.6 in the comments. It works smoothly so far and fixed cutscenes that weren't loading. It's also supposed to add new dialogue for festivals. You should totally check it out if you want to :P
IDK if it was a combo of that Yandere Merman Elliot post and the fact I was scarred from the divorce route of the Yandere Elliot mod, but I had the craziest dream where Elliot was actually a Merman and he survived. The weirdest part was that he laid eggs? Or made the farmer lay eggs? It was the weirdest cope of my life and I think I'm gonna stick with the silly head canon than confront the truth that he’s gone lol.
This isn't really a request but more of a ramble and I feel like you're partly to blame for this insanity (/j)
I get dreams like these too, I blame my own fics and all the other fucked up (endearingly) fics I consume as well lmao
You've made me feel compelled to write more yandere merman Elliott featuring eggs
I forgot how much of a monsterfucker I am 😭 here's a lil scenario I made in my head. Also since these are all headcanons, I now headcanon Willy owns a truck for the sake of convenience. Just like I headcanon Elliott's cabin is bigger and has more furniture than it actually does lol.
Also I kinda imagine merman Elliott to be slightly different from regular Elliott. Less naturally charming and more comparable to an eager to please golden retriever.
You often fish at the dock by the sea, and Elliott curiously watches you from a distance. He's wary of any humans that aren't Willy, but something about you enraptures him.
He asks Willy about you, being the only human who knows of his existence. Willy tells him what he knows about you, thinking it's sweet he has an obvious lil crush on you.
The more Elliott learns, the more he becomes obsessed. Slowly but surely, he'll work up the courage to talk to you, when it's darker out and you're the only human at the beach. If you freak out, he'll apologize profusely and try to calm you down.
Once you start talking more regularly, Elliott starts begging for you to join him in the water. He'll take it as an opportunity to cuddle you and float around with you on him like a sea otter with its baby
But soon that won't become enough for him. When you start getting more busy, he'll become upset.
What are you doing instead of spending time with him?? Who are you talking to instead of him???
He starts begging you to take him to your home with you, but of course you shut down the idea pretty quickly. He's offended and hurt, but doesn't let it show.
Then he gets an idea. If he could convince Willy to put him in the bed of his truck and drive him to your house, then everything will work out! He could easily convince him that this was already something he talked out with you beforehand.
And his plan works! He shows up on your doorstep.
Y/n:
Elliott: Hello!! :) Are you happy to see me, my love?
Y/n: You gotta be kidding me...
You reluctantly welcome him into your home, and Elliott is fascinated with everything, but most of all, you. He's clumsily crawling up the couch and pulling you into his arms, getting upset when you insist he sleeps in the bathtub.
He's also extremely fascinated with your anatomy. That's what he insists anyway, when he's being a little too touchy.
Most nights, you'll wake up with him holding you, tail wrapped around you as much as it can be, just to hold you close to him.
Whenever you leave, he either dramatically mopes or gets slightly accusatory, whether you're dating or not. As long as you reassure him, he'll let it go, but he'll always be a hater of whoever you choose to spend your time with when you both could be cuddling and watching tv with him instead.
Very fascinated with human media and inventions. Learns a lot of songs he views as romantic. 100% hums 'I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire' to you.
When you do start dating, he becomes even MORE clingy and flirtatious. Praises you for the smallest things, giving you at least a 1000 kisses a day.
Since he learns how to use phones, he's often calling Willy. Tells him to collect some seashells and drop them off while you're gone. He totally makes a necklace out of them and gives it to you, a matching one for himself to show you're officially mates now!
He's not very dangerous as a yandere already, so as a merman he'd be even less so, but he still is just as possessive and obsessive.
He has a harder time masking his creepy behavior since he's never interacted with anyone to really tell him off, nor has he witnessed others doing the same. May ask Willy for more ideas on how to woo you.
Overall, he's still a romantic and possessive/obsessive as ever. Just has much less shame as he normally would.
I love not proofreading, because my dumbass will press 'post now' after briefly scanning it over, and then several hours/days later I randomly decide to read my writing in full am just like. Oh no.
From the day you and Elliott met, you had become pretty close. Moving made it pretty hard to befriend anyone, especially due to your schedule, but Elliott seemed always available for you, always nearby and ready for a conversation. You and him had practically became best friends within the first few months of knowing each other. Elliott was a sweet guy, one that you cherished as a good friend.
Over the time you had moved, you had been trying to get back into dating. Elliott was supportive, and was always there to cry on when you were inevitably ghosted or dumped after one date.
This one really hurt, however. You were really into this person you had a date with, just for them to never speak again after the second date.
You turned to the one person you felt like would always be there for you. Elliott. You knocked on the door of his cabin, trying not to cry. It was pouring rain outside, soaking you to the bone. Your clothes clung to your skin, hair soaked and dripped down to your neck uncomfortably.
Elliott opened the door, worry immediately painting his face when he saw you shivering violently in front of him. "Y/n! What happened? Come inside, it's freezing out there!" He ushered you inside quickly, shutting the door behind you both. Elliott helped take off your jacket, hanging it up near the fireplace to dry it quicker.
"I'm sorry for showing up unannounced," you mumbled.
"Don't apologize, it's alright. Here, let me get you some dry clothes," Elliott said. He rushed into the restroom, coming back out with a fluffy purple towel and a white t-shirt and gray sweatpants.
It made you feel a little better imagining him own and wear such casual clothing. He had a huge vocabulary, but "casual" wasn't exactly something you assumed was in his dictionary. Even now, he was dressed in a beige turtleneck and black slacks.
Elliott dried your hair off with the towel gently, making sure to get all of the water out as best as he could. He then handed the clothing to you, turning around politely so you could change without him looking.
You quickly stripped from your wet clothing, putting on Elliott's warm, dry clothing instead. They smelled like ink and pine. Kind of like the trees that grew around your home.
"I'm done. Thanks," you told him.
He turned back around to face you. His cheeks were dusted pink, looking you up and down. Elliott cleared his throat and broke away his stare. "Of course. Do you want something to drink? I recently bought some hot chocolate, but I have tea too."
"Hot chocolate sounds nice," you responded quietly. Elliott smiled and went into the kitchen, returning shortly with two mugs of hot cocoa. He handed you one, sitting down on the couch next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close, to the point where you were basically laying on top of him.
It was normal for cuddling to ensue between the both of you. Elliott was a very touchy person, always holding your hand or hugging you tightly. You never minded, though. Elliott was always soft and warm. It was comforting.
Elliott's hand drifted to your still-damp hair, massaging your scalp. You let out a content sigh, melting into Elliott's hold. "Do you want to talk about what happened?"
Your contentment dissolved into sadness again. "I was ghosted. Again. And I really thought they were into me."
He cooed and put his own mug down on the coffee table in front of you both before taking yours. You followed suit when he opened his arms invitingly.
You crawled into his lap, arms around his neck and head buried into the crook of it. Elliott buried his nose deep into your hair and inhaled. You were too busy crying to notice.
Elliott's arms tightened around you, rubbing soothing circles into your back. "Shh... it's okay. You deserve the world, and if they don't realize that, they were never worth it to begin with."
"I think I'm the problem. It has to be something I'm doing if--what, three people now?--have already ghosted me after one or two dates." You leaned into his warm hands that thumbed away your tears. "Maybe I'm just unlovable."
Elliott stiffened underneath you and his expression hardened. "No. Y/n, look at me," he said. He never sounded so firm before.
You lifted your head up to look at him. Elliott's eyes softened as soon as he looked at your tear-stained face.
"You are not unlovable. If anything, it's their loss. You're wonderful and kind and absolutely gorgeous. If they can't see that, then they're idiots. Okay?" Elliott leaned in, pressing a chaste kiss onto your forehead. "And perhaps, true love isn't as far away as you think it is."
You were too tired to look into his usual flowery words. Instead, you nodded and curled up against him again. Elliott returned to holding you, letting you cry into his shoulder.
He hummed to you. His hand stayed in your hair, another one on your back keeping you pressed against him.
When you woke up, you were tucked comfortably into Elliott's bed. The blankets were heavy on top of you, warm and cozy. Elliott was still holding you, but you could hear his soft snores. You smiled a little to yourself. He must've carried you here. Elliott was a sweetheart, even when you cried into him for hours until you fell asleep from exhaustion.
You laid there for a while longer, trying to fall back asleep. You couldn't, though, so you carefully slipped out of Elliott's grip to find the bathroom.
Despite having been in his cabin many times, you never actually went anywhere but the kitchen and living room. Elliott's cabin was small, but the darkness made it seem a lot larger than it actually was. You didn't want to turn on the lights to wake him, so you fumbled for your phone but couldn't find it.
Trying not to trip over anything, you shuffled around until you were sure you found the doorknob to the restroom. You closed the door behind you and flicked on the light, just to see a closet.
Just as you were going to walk out, you noticed something odd. A photo of you laid on top of a box. You curiously picked it up.
It wasn't a photo of you posing for the camera, or a selfie, or anything of that sort. It was a photo of you from far away, walking through town. The photo was clearly taken without your knowledge.
There were more photos under it. All of you. You were in every single one. Some of you shopping, some of you working, some of you talking to your friends. One of them even had you changing through the window. Your stomach churned when you saw one of you in bed, sleeping peacefully. You could see his shadow looming over you in that one.
It got more disturbing. You saw articles of your clothing that you had lost and never found. A pillowcase that was stained with hopefully your past drool, a used hairbrush, and various other things were inside the box too.
The door suddenly opened and you jumped, dropping everything in your hands. You backed up against the wall, staring at Elliott with wide eyes.
He stared back at you, eyes flickering from you to the box and pictures on the floor. His mouth opened and closed, but nothing came out. After a few seconds, he finally spoke. "Y/n, it's not what it looks like."
"Then what is it, Elliott?" you asked shakily. "What the hell is this?"
Elliott ran his fingers through his hair, sighing deeply. He crouched down and started picking up the pictures you dropped. "Please, listen to me. I would never hurt you. I just... I couldn't help myself." He collected all the photos with shaky hands and put them back in the box.
You didn't know why you weren't running. You should be sprinting out the door by now, but something kept you frozen in place. Elliott slowly stood up and took a step towards you. You flinched.
"I love you," he confessed. "So much. I've never felt this way about anyone in my life. I was so depressed before I met you. Everything was dark and meaningless. But then I met you." He stood close enough to cup your face in his hands, thumbs caressing your cheekbones. "You are everything to me. My light, my heart, my reason to live. I can't imagine living without you. I need you like I need air. Every time you're away from me feels like torture."
He leaned in close, forehead pressed against yours. You were still processing everything.
Elliott's breath tickled your lips. "I would do anything for you. Kill for you. Die for you. Anything you want, I'll give it to you. I could treat you so much better than those... people ever could." He spat out the word 'people', resisting to use another word to describe them.
Realization dawned on you. "Did you kill them?!"
"Of course not! I just," he dragged out a long sigh, letting you back away from him, "scared them away. If threatening them didn't work, I got blackmail on them. That was the only way your last date left you alone."
Your knees were weak. "You're sick."
Elliott frowned deeply. "I'm in love." You opened your mouth, but he cut you off. "Who do you go to when you're sad? Me. Who do you talk to about your problems? Me. Who do you call when you need comfort? Me. I'm the one who's always there for you, Y/n. Not them. Maybe you don't realize it, but you need me just as much as I need you."
"We're done talking, Elliott," you said. You tried to push past him to leave, but he grabbed your wrists tightly. You winced. "Let me go."
"I'll die without you. Please, stay," Elliott begged. "I'm sorry if I frightened you. I just got overwhelmed. I promise I'll be better. Just please, don't leave me. I can't handle losing you. I'd never ever hurt you."
Your shoulders sagged, so Elliott let his grip only slightly loosen. "You're scaring me."
Elliott cooed. "Oh, sweetheart. You have nothing to be scared of. I could never hurt you. I just love you so much." He released your wrists completely, only to wrap you up in a tight hug. "I just want what's best for you. And that's me. I can take care of you. You wouldn't have to lift a finger. I'll cook for you, clean for you, I'll do anything for you." Elliott was almost crying into your shoulder. His entire body was shaking.
Your fear and disgust turned into pity. Elliott was clearly sick. He needed help. You wrapped your arms around him hesitantly. Elliott melted into your hold like butter. He held you tighter, if that was possible.
"Elliott, you need help. This isn't normal." You rubbed his back in an awkward attempt to comfort him.
"I don't need help, I just need you." Elliott buried his nose into your neck, inhaling your scent.
You pursed your lips. Elliott was a good friend. He was always there for you. That was the only thing that prevented you from storming out the door or slapping him across the face. Well, that and the fact you were still terrified of him. "Why don't we lay down? It's late."
Elliott pulled away to look at you. His eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were red from crying. He nodded. "Yes, you must be tired. Let's go lay down." Elliott took your hand and lead you into his bedroom again. You both laid down and Elliott immediately wrapped his arms and legs around you. Your face was almost smothered into his chest, and his scent didn't carry the same comforting smell as it normally did.
"Elliott?"
"Hm?"
"Will you let me leave in the morning?"
Elliott was silent for a moment. You thought he might've fallen asleep until he replied, "We'll talk about it in the morning."
