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Imagine getting isekai’ed into otome game as a background character, watching the main character going down routes as you live your peaceful, mundane life, but you’ve unknowingly been going down a route as well, a route for a hidden character that you didn’t discover during your time playing the game.
That character being the reason the game has a dark content warning.
Gosh anon, that idea is so good!!!! I didn't know it would tickle all the right places in my brain, but when I started I couldn't stop lol. Love it, thank you for sending it in ♥
If this had one of these super long titles that are tmi it would be:
I got Isekai'ed into an Otome Game as a Background Character and now I Have to Finish It with the Secret Yandere Love Interest!!
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A serene smile spread over your lips as you watched the two lovebirds in the corner of your coffee shop.
Swirling the milk into a cup, it created a little white heart surrounded by foamy coffee, its aroma drifting into your nose. Had someone told you that the little things like a cup of coffee made with love and care were enough to give you the peace of mind you always wanted in your previous life, you would have laughed at them. For you, it had always been the hustle, the making money, finding a partner, and creating a family. Make everyone proud while being successful, whether it costs you nights of sleep or days without proper meals. But looking at yourself now, it all seemed so far away now, and you let out a content sigh before setting down the cup in front of the customer at the bar.
"You seem happy today," your regular at the counter noted, picking up the cup and taking a moment to appreciate the aroma just like you had. A smile sneaked onto their lips, too, after they took a sip, and you couldn't help but feel your heart swell with pride and happiness when they gave you a satisfied nod.
"I am! I'm really getting accustomed to my new life here, it's... been a while since I've been so content."
The truth behind everything that happened to you was something you couldn't speak about lightly. Not when it turned the life you knew upside down, leaving you to start over completely. One day you were an employee of a well-known company, responsible for sales and reports and everything stressful. And the next, you were in your favorite, cozy video game, running the coffee shop the main character liked to visit with all the romance options in the game.
Isekai was the genre that came to mind when you thought about your situation. Luckily you were spared the memories of your death in the real world, the circumstances blurry as you barely remembered going home late from work, only to wake up in this very different universe. Perhaps you were just comatose, and this was a dream. Still, by now, you had managed to slip into your role as the barista of the small coffee shop, a barely mentioned background character, just fine.
Your eyes jumped back to the couple in the corner, giggling and teasing each other over a group project, and you felt an immense relief you weren't reincarnated as the main protagonist and had to go through the years of studying and trying to establish connections with the love interests again. You already did that in your old life, and it wasn't as romantic and fun as the game made it out to be. You only played it because it got your mind off things, the art was pretty, and it had the exact amount of cozy time management you needed to relax. But living as the main character in it? No, thank you!
"Jealous?" your regular teased, and you chuckled, shaking your head. They tapped their—now empty—cup, and you took it from them, replacing it with some water until you had the next cup of coffee ready for them.
"I just think it's cute. I never had someone so interested in me they'd take me out for coffee and share their cake with me when I was younger."
Your words tasted a little bitter on your tongue. Still, you genuinely couldn't wish for anything but the main character's happiness. It was just the feeling of being loved, desired, and wanted that you missed, even though your new life was more than satisfactory despite you feeling a little lonely sometimes.
"Well, it's never too late to start," they chuckled, taking up their fork and cutting off the tip of their strawberry shortcake, including the big chunk of strawberry on top, picking it up and holding it out towards you.
"Oh, I wouldn't dare--"
"I insist! As thanks for the amazing coffee every time I come here."
Nudging your lips with their fork, you let out an awkward chuckle. It was okay, right? They wouldn't sue you for eating the cake they paid for, would they? This was just a silly little game. What could go wrong with you accepting their kindness?
Opening your lips, you let them feed you the cake, taking a moment to let the sweet and fruity notes mix with the fluffy whip cream before you were sent straight to heaven. Not to toot your own horn, but your baking skills had improved so much since you started working at the shop. Who knew you had that in you?
Occupied with the moment of bliss as you let the cake flavor mix in your mouth, you hummed happily before devoting yourself back to making the coffee with a smile on your face. Unaware of your regular fixating on the fork you had just eaten from, staring at it like it was some strange artifact. Your phone dinged softly in its drawer, and you checked it briefly to see the notification pinging up, saying, "Achievement unlocked: Cake-Master - Provide the most delicious cake to your customers."
"Excuse me!" the main character called out to you, stepping up to the counter, and you directed your attention to her, ignoring the little game notification you've been receiving since starting your new life here, the love interest not far away before the two began fighting over who was going to pay the bill this time lovingly. Of course, the love interest won, but you wouldn't have expected it any other way. Seeing the blush on the main character's face after her romance option told her he'd "always take care" of her made you grin like a little fan, and you cheered them on in your head.
By the time you returned to your regular, their knuckles had gone white with how hard they were gripping the fork in their hand, their eyes following the couple who was about to leave. For a moment, it made you wonder if they had a crush on either of them, their sweet interaction surely uncomfortable if that was the case. But you didn't remember there being a jealousy scene in the game. You'd know, almost playing it 100% before your death. There apparently was a secret route you never got but were trying your hardest to achieve. Now you were left to wonder what it entailed.
But the second you returned, they looked up at you, expression softening and the tension disappearing, and you chalked it up to having witnessed a cringe moment that they had gotten so awkward. "Thank you for the cake, that was really nice of you! Do you want another fork?" you asked and were met with a headshake and a smile.
They quickly began eating their cake and complimenting your baking skills, stroking your growing ego when they rubbed their belly.
"I never had a cake that good!" they proclaimed, and you laughed out loud, overjoyed that you had made them so happy.
"Say..." they suddenly spoke up again, leaning on the counter and watching you with gentle eyes. Your heart set out for a second, tension rising as you didn't know what they were going to ask. Ever since you opened the coffee shop, the main character, love interests, and this regular had come by constantly. If you were honest, you enjoyed their visits more and more. Their presence felt like it belonged here with you, and you were a part of something bigger after all, washing away the small, lonely part of you.
And maybe... just maybe... this was how your happy end would play out.
"Are you this nice to every customer?"
Halting your movements, you set aside the brew head that you used on the espresso machine, despite having to clean it, thinking about your answer for a moment. It was a strange question to ask someone who worked in customer service. Still, you appreciated your regular, so you didn't want to give them a snarky answer.
"Uhm, well, I am just trying to make everyone feel welcome! But of course, it's a bit different with my regulars! After all, they come here often, like a second family. So I guess I'm a bit nicer because you really get to know and appreciate these people that stay to chat and tell stories."
"I see," they muttered. "Family, huh..."
After that, you suddenly were swamped with sudden orders, excusing yourself to fulfill them, chatting and laughing with even the people that were just passing by. Maybe you really were just nice? Perhaps this new environment had made you more relaxed and gentle than the harsh world you lived in, and it was showing? But their question was shoved into the back of your mind as you kept fulfilling orders and earning your keep.
Once the rush was over, you returned to your regular, only to find their seat empty. Strange, you thought. You could have sworn that you felt their eyes on you the whole time you were away, but luckily, they didn't walk out on their tab, leaving the money and a folded-up napkin beneath their empty cup for you to find. You quickly stored away the bills, trusting your regular with knowing what they had to pay after so many weeks of the same order.
You were about to throw away their napkin when you noticed some red marks on them, unwrapping the paper to find a note scribbled in what you had to assume was ink.
"You're so beautiful when you laugh."
The surprise wore off quite fast, and you smiled, thinking nothing of it but that it was a nice compliment from your regular. Still, you ended up throwing the napkin away—not knowing if it was dirty, after all—taking the coffee cup and plate to the sink to clean them, overseeing the red tip on the fork that was too dark to be from the strawberry.
The rest of your day was uneventful, and by the time you were closing, you were tired and ready to tug in for the night, wrapping up your business at the shop quickly before walking home. You didn't have a chance to look at your phone since you glanced at the achievement notification, so you took it out, startled when you saw a dozen new messages.
Achievement unlocked: Happy new life - Be content with your new life
Achievement unlocked: A fork for two! - Share a fork with someone special
Achievement unlocked: Jealousy - Make someone special jealous
Achievement unlocked: Soothing - Calm someone special down with your presence
Achievement unlocked: Family - Have someone be moved by your words
Achievement unlocked: The nicest person in town - Be beloved by all, but especially by someone special
Achievement unlocked: Blood in the cup - Have someone hurt themselves at your coffee shop
Achievement unlocked: Wonder-Barista - Complete twenty orders in less than thirty minutes
Achievement unlocked: Strange compliment - Receive a compliment through unusual means
Achievement unlocked: Blooming infatuation - Have someone special fall in love with you
Achievement unlocked: Shop-Pro! - Close the shop twenty times after making a profit from your work
Achievement unlocked: Tired - Hard workers deserve to relax
You blinked a few times, surprised by what you were reading and a little weirded out by some of these achievements. They gave you some extra coins in your shop till and reputation with the townspeople, so you usually didn't mind them. But to say some of their descriptions were weird was an understatement. You couldn't even remember someone getting hurt at your workplace that day.
By the time you reached your apartment, you decided to ignore the strange notifications and just let the day come to an end with a hot bath and your favorite show. But you were startled when your phone suddenly began ringing loudly, even though you had turned off the sound back at the coffee shop after the first notification. The first messages that appeared before you were more achievements, and you stopped turning the key in your door as you read them.
Achievement unlocked: Follower - Have someone special follow you home
Achievement unlocked: Welcome home! - Arrive at home, not alone
Achievement unlocked: Wherever you go, I'll be watching you - Ɨ ΔΜ ΔŁŴΔ¥Ş ŴΔŦĆĦƗŇǤ ¥ØỮ
Lifting your head, you looked around you, glancing over your shoulder and into the courtyard below. No one was out; everyone was at home eating dinner and occupied with their lives. Confused, you swiped all the notifications away before another pop-up appeared.
ALERT! You're about to enter X's route. Do you want to continue?
> Yes > No
Panicked at this point, you pressed "No," but nothing happened. You kept tapping it repeatedly, not understanding what was happening with your phone. But nothing changed, the notification staying in place. The sound of something breaking inside your apartment tore your focus away from your phone, startling you.
You must have finally managed to close it, the pop-up disappearing just as you unlocked the door to your apartment, still having held on to the key when you were surprised by the sound. Darkness and silence greeted you from inside, everything seemingly normal.
Majorly confused, you shook your head, slowly entering the hallway leading inside. "Hello?" you called out, reaching for the light switch. The light flickered on, and... there was no one. Holding your breath, no sound reached your ears, and you groaned, realizing you got freaked out about... nothing.
This wasn't some kind of horror game, and the story never had a murder-solving subplot. True, the ratings for it were kind of strange—it being rated as 18+ on the website—but seriously, what should happen in a cozy little city like the one the game played in? You didn't even think they had a police station here.
Pushing off your shoes as you shrugged off the weird feeling from before, you walked up the hallway to your living room, turning on the light before coming to an abrupt halt. There were broken pieces of glass underneath your living room window, but what really freaked you out came into view only when you lifted your head. You could look into the mirror of your cabinet door from your position, red marker dripping from it as if someone had hastily scribbled on it just seconds ago. You weren't sure it was a pen anymore, judging by its deep red color and the fluidity of it.
"𝘪 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺"
Your phone pinged.
Achievement unlocked:
On the Highway to Hell - Unlock the secret route
Yandere! King x Isekai'd Reader SMUT
Content warnings: thigh job, smut, p in v, fem reader, noncon, dubcon, murder, degenerate stuff idk
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who me? oh I'm just thinking about dean winchester being touch starved . . .
💻 : touch starved! dean soft x reader
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touch starved! dean who always leaves his hand lingering on whatever object he hands just to feel your hand touch his for a little longer.
touch starved! dean is the kind of person that will stare at your hands until sam nudges him to focus on what someone is saying about a case.
touch starved! dean that loves it when you help him with his injuries just because he feels your warmth on his skin.
touch starved! dean that leans into you whenever you fix his hair or hug him after not seeing him for so long.
touch starved! dean who wants to rests his hand on your thigh so bad that he twitches while driving in the impala with sam in the back sleeping.
touch starved! dean who needs more than both your skin brushing against each other
touch starved! dean who poured everything into the kiss you shared with his hand on the back of your neck, one on your waist, his body against yours, tilting his head to deepen the kiss.
touch starved! dean who feels at peace every time you're sleeping next to him and your limbs being tangled together.
© reynarri '26 — do not copy, plagiarize, or feed my work to ai
Set in 1944, Battle of the Bulge (also known as the Ardennes Offensive or Unternehmen Wacht am Rhein). This is a very dark, historical piece so please be wary before you read. This will be 1/2 since it is taking me so long. Thank you all for your patience ❤️
Edit: I am so sorry to most readers, but the reader would be white/ white passing due to the time period. Please request a black reader in my request box or my DMs for another time period post. I had not meant to be exclusive rather than inclusive with this piece. Thank you @lionesses-are-cool and @flutterdraw-ackerman for pointing this out. Please send me a request in my request box or a dm. I’ll make you both a proper time period piece.
Yandere 1940s Imagines: Oh My Little Soldier Boy
Yandere WW2 Soldiers x Nurse Reader
TW: character death (unnamed), horror, death (detailed in intro), horrors of war, tragedy, feeling of hopelessness, yandere behavior, unhealthy relationship dynamics that should not be romanticized, depressing material, war, forbidden romance due to interracial relations of this time, mentions of racism (due to time period and Jim Crow Laws), and HISTORICALLY ACCURATE (without use of slurs)
Reader is white/ white passing in this piece
Hey look, I came back again with stories no one asked for. Enjoy a short psychological thriller set in the 1940s post WWII.
Yandere Short Stories:
Your One and Only
Yandere WWII Veteran x Wife Reader
TW: plot twist, character death, lying, unhealthy relationship dynamic that should not be romanticized, psychological thriller, mention of war, mention of NAZI germany (brief), cuckoo bird symbolism, and yandere behavior
Shards of Glass (part 2 to "Give up, or Give in)
part 1 is here
Pairings: Sylus x Non!MC Reader, Zayne mentioned, Reader is a hunter too.
Genre: Angst, hurt no comfort, no happy ending (sorry).
Gist: Sylus finds you, but realizes he has lost you forever, and he suffers.
WC: (around 2.5k)
a/n: my lord I did NOT expect the first part to receive so much love...thank you all. Here's the second part, I am so sorry I was horribly sick. Also sorry if this doesn't live upto anyone's expectations, but I promise I'll get better at this. Also, I am trying to tag everyone but I am so horribly sorry if I missed anyone; I am still getting used to Tumblr lol.
It wasn't like Sylus to zone out during meetings. The leader of Onychinus was sharp, attentive, with astute observational skills and thoughts that were ten steps ahead from everyone. But recently, for a few months, everything had become white noise to him. His thoughts in a complete disarray, his sleep schedule fucked up—not like he had a great one to begin with, anyway. But it was still better when you were there.
Ah yes, you. The light of his life.
Now gone.
i wanted a reason to draw his earring (<fat lie)
The eight-year-old Segment was unlike any child you had ever met.
When you were in the Akademiya with Zandik, you had gathered bits and pieces from what he told you about his childhood to somewhat imagine what a little Zandik would look like. It was… difficult to envision, not because you couldn’t form a picture, but because the thought of him being hurt so deeply as a child hurt you too. But when you finally saw the slice of his child self in front of you, you quickly realized the reality was far more cruel than you could ever think of on your own.
His eyes were… empty. For someone so young, not even a glimmer of light could be seen within the redness. It would have comforted you more to see even anger or sadness, but there seemed to be nothing of the sort. And yet, it did not deter you from attempting to befriend him, despite Eight’s initial lack of interest.
He was the child, and yet you were the one wandering after him like a lost kid. The Segment would just stare at you before excusing himself. Perhaps he was confused about why you were speaking to him in such an excited tone. Perhaps he did not know how to deal with it. All he knew was that the others had told him to treat you respectfully but not to bother you, and Eighteen specifically gave him a look every time you tried to usher him closer.
But in the end, a child was a child. A child would think and behave like one no matter how much they buried themselves, and that was also true for little Eight. You had noticed Eight frequently spent his spare time writing and doodling in his notebook, although he would always shut it if you got too close, obviously still guarded around you. At least he had gotten comfortable enough to let you stay in his room. Still, it was easy to piece together what he was doing in there. So, one day you slipped him a drawing of an Aranara you had drawn yourself.
Zandik and his segments playing the piano for you
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just imagining each and every segment (even the original zandik) playing the piano for you and each having a unique song made for you.
you, his muse; are his inspiration.
EXTRA EXTRA READ ALL ABOUT IT CALEB’S IN HIS FEELINGS AND HE CAN’T GET OUT OF IT…
Sypnosis: Caleb x non!mc — you find out he only used you in this marriage of three, and only had a child with you to prove to the world that he, Caleb Xia, had moved on. 7k words. Warnings: HURT NO COMFORT no seriously, x reader is a stretch. mentions of pregnancy, birth and cheating. selfish caleb. i like exploring his ego. A/N: Sorry for the wait. I smoked 7 cigs in the process of writing this (working through my 8th now as I do the formatting). this stemmed from a little ask that was just too angsty to write a simple blurb on. highly suggest listening to mitski while reading this/earrings by malcolm todd (of which the title originates from) for the maximum angst experience.
There were three of you in this marriage, so naturally, it was a bit crowded.
Part of you felt unbelievably happy to be at the altar with Caleb Xia, yet another part of you couldn’t ignore the nudging feeling that something was very wrong with your husband-to-be.
To the spectators of the wedding, Caleb seemed perfectly composed. Not that most of them would know him any better than you did of the man you were about to dedicate the rest of your life to. The audience of the simple wedding at the courthouse consisted of your family and friends, and for Caleb…well, the only three people who he invited were Gideon and…
And her. MC. Of course.
You’ve always had an idea of who she was. It was hard not to acknowledge the woman your husband was obsessed with, is still obsessed with. You knew how much MC weighed on Caleb’s heart, and you could only guess how much that weight doubled when MC, instead of marrying him, married some cardiologist friend of hers. And you could piece together that you were nothing more than a trophy of proof for Caleb to show that he had moved on.
Yet, you still naively believed that, just like any good fairy tale, Caleb would eventually fall in love with you.
But one look into his empty, loveless eyes, as he signed your marriage certificate, told you otherwise. The chaste, brief kiss you exchanged felt like more of an obligation to show to the wedding guests rather than a genuine embrace of a husband and wife.
But then again, you didn’t think you expected much more.
SLIME THE BOTH OF THEM RIGHT NEOOOOOWWW
your boyfriend is clingy when he's sick!
megumi’s different when he’s sick, really different. but you can’t say you mind.
your usually stoic, collected, unemotional boyfriend is suddenly all over you, clingy as a koala. it’s pathetically adorable.
your hand is flat against megumi’s forehead, checking for a temperature, and he’s blatantly leaning into your touch. a kiss pressed to your knuckles, another to your palm.
you get up to make soup and he pulls you back towards him with surprising strength, for someone who’s sick. a surprised squeak leaves your mouth as you’re tugged into his warm arms, his face nuzzling into the crook of your neck.
“don’t go,” megumi mumbles, pouting.
you laugh quietly, hand threading through his hair. “i’ll be back in a minute, baby. just gonna make you something warm so you feel better.”
he huffs, tightening his hold on you. “you can do that later. ‘s cold without you.”
“i’ll give you more blankets?”
“it’s not the same,” he grumbles. then he sniffles, a quiet, sickly sound. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you wonder whether he was faking it just for the attention.
you exhale, amused yet unrelenting. “i’m sorry, gumi. i have to, okay?” somehow, some way, you untangle yourself from his tight embrace and stand up.
megumi whines, reaching for you, and you fight back a smile.
“i’ll be really quick, baby. promise.” you press a peck to his warm forehead, tucking him more properly into the blankets before slipping out of the bedroom.
not even a minute goes by before you feel megumi’s presence in the kitchen. you smile softly as his arms come around your waist, chin resting heavily on your shoulder.
“you should be in bed, baby.”
“i know,” he mumbles almost guiltily, breath warm on your neck. he watches you cut the vegetables, spiky hair tickling your skin. “it was just really cold without you. horrible.”
“horrible indeed,” you humour him, reaching back to scratch his scalp. he exhales, eyes droopy as he melts into you. “i told you i’d be back soon, no?”
“but you were taking forever,” megumi groans earnestly, eyes opening to peek at you.
“i was away for one minute.”
“a minute too long.” he says, sniffling and shutting his eyes again. “i almost died.”
you giggle, pouring the finished soup into a bowl. “i’m really sorry,” you say as you lead him back into the bedroom, pulling him behind you like a sad puppy. “won’t happen again.”
“good,” megumi huffs, satisfied.
his eyes trail over you as you get him settled in, cocooning him in blankets and pressing the bowl into his hands. you know exactly what’s coming next.
megumi locks his gaze on yours. “is it cuddle time now?” he asks hopefully, eyes wide and shiny, lips downturned as though he might burst into tears if you refused.
the sight of him like this is so unexpected, so precious. you almost give in. almost.
“nope,” you say, trying to sound as firm as you can muster. you press the soup bowl further into his hands as his bottom lip quivers. “drink first, then cuddles.”
“and- and you won’t even feed me?” megumi warbles, sniffling sadly. “i’m dying, you know.”
“you’re not dying,” you sigh, sitting down next to him. “but fine, i’ll feed you. only cos’ you’re sick.”
the biggest smile breaks onto his face, eyes clearing up immediately as he hands you the soup bowl. your megumi wouldn’t smile like this in a million years, and you try to savour it.
he’s almost giddy with affection as he presses the soup bowl into your hands, cozying up to you and pressing his face into your chest. “you’re the best,” he mumbles happily.
you can’t wait to tell your boyfriend about this when he’s well again.
ᢉ𐭩 cuddling with your two boyfriends
" he's so loud.. " 𝓶egumi grumbled into your nape, annoyance prominent in his tone.
𝔂uji was snoring loudly, large bulky arms draped over you and megumi's waist as a result of his rather uncontrolled sleeping habits of moving around a lot. his head rested on your bra, mouth agape and drool pooling in your cleavage. " it's annoying. "
" when are you not annoyed by something? " you asked, combing through his pink strands. you felt his hands tighten around your waist, squeezing gently. he just let out a low hum at your statement — not confirming nor denying.
time passed, yuji's snores turned into hiccups as he prepared for a yawn, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "g'morning..." the kiss he put on your lips was lazy and gentle, full of sleep.
"morning, yuu. how'd you sleep?" he murmured a "good" against your lower lip before kissing you again, your hands molding his face gently. yuji loved your attention when he first woke up, it was the most awaited thing once he opened his eyes. it was simply routine.
megumi watched over your shoulder, leaning up on his elbow. he didn't say anything, just... observed. he had that familiar, faint dent in between his dark, thin eyebrows. he looked the same as he always did, but more annoyed than just plain grumpy. yuji eyed him, curious but in a teasing way. " jealous? "
" stop, " he got a hold on your jaw, turning you to face him. yuji stuck his tongue out at him, which megumi saw out the corner of his eye but chose not to comment on. " you haven't given me any kisses today. "
" yes, i have, " you corrected.
" mm, " he kissed where your jaw met your earlobe, trailing down to the corner of your lips. " it sounds like you have favorites to me, " he murmured.
" told you. he's jealous! " megumi pushed two fingers to his forehead, moving him back to prevent the chances of his interrogation of your favoritism being interrupted. you hadn't taken megumi to be the jealous type at all, if you were being completely honest, but you weren't complaining at all.
you puckered your lips. " no. you come get a kiss. i'm not kissing you. "
" ooh, picky. " yuji's commentary got him a pinch.
you gave into his demands with a slight laugh — there was only so far you could push megumi to be outwardly needy for affection. the kiss was special in comparison to your other kisses. more sweet, more savory, more apologetic for the fact that he was accusing you of favoritism. your hand gripped his jaw, tongues brushing against each other, relishing in the aftertaste of each other's chapstick.
they were both your favorites — your lovely boys to kiss, to love, to do anything and everything with. you pressed kisses to both their faces, alternating.
"you're both my favorites."
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LUCKY EGG
Yandere!Mydei x Reader
The gentle hum of the Lucky Egg Dispenser filled the room as you inserted the coin, anticipation building in your chest. The machine whirred, shaking slightly before dispensing a shimmering, golden egg that pulsed faintly in your hands. Its warmth was comforting, and you couldn’t help but feel a flicker of excitement.
FFS! Fox, Feast… Spouse?
In which a certain lonely fox spirit ties the knot... or knots!
Kitsune!Jiaoqiu x f!reader
wordcount: ~7200
TWs: Lost in the woods trope, manipulation, drugging, forced marriage, heavily implied murder and cannibalism, graphic descriptions of violence and wounds, eye trauma mentioned, drugging, transformation (u lose ur sight but earn uh... some other body parts...), he also turned out a bit yander-ish and ooc lol, erotic horror basically, reader is not okay… this one is pretty dark.
NSFW: Non-con, shibari, gag, period sex, blood kink, body betrayal, breeding, creampie, forced orgasm, biting, dacryphilia, sadomasocistic Jiaoqiu, stockhom syndrome (kinda?...).
As usual, thank you all, my dear sweethearts, for your support!
NOT SUITED FOR MINORS. Not proofread. Author does not endorse or condone any of the actions depicted in real life. Also, English is not the author's first language, so there might be some mistakes. Please remember that you are responsible for your own media consumption.
“For fuck’s sake! I should’ve turned back like an hour ago…”
However, the trouble was that you no longer knew where that "back" was.
The playful chase after a fox kit with eyes gleaming like chips of amber had led you off the mossy path. By the time you noticed the absence of your friends' laughter, the path had vanished without a trace. The pressure in your belly turned into vicious cramps, and you cursed yourself one more time for not staying in the hotel today.
Time stretched and blurred. Was it minutes or hours spent pushing through ferns that clung like pleading hands? Panic rose in your throat, thick and sour, but you kept going forward through moss and fear, clinging to the desperate logic that if you walked in one direction all the time, you would eventually find something. The air grew heavy, sweet with decay and fog, wrapping around your mind like a muffling cloak.
Then the trees parted.
A clearing, choked with waist-high silver grass, cradled a sight that stole your breath. A temple stood there, its wood weathered to the grey of old bones, its curling eaves sagging under the weight of centuries. Flanking the stone path that led to its gaping maw were towering statues of nine-tailed foxes, their snarling muzzles worn smooth by endless rain, moss clinging to their empty eyes.
“Welcome, human.”
The greeting rang out like a melody, smooth and warm, coming from the farthest statue. Your heart hammered against your ribs when you spotted a figure behind it.
There he stood, a vision of vibrant colours against the thick fog. Red kimono, faded to the color of dried blood at the sleeves and hem, gracefully draped his slender frame. His hair was a cascade of rose-gold silk, framing a face of androgynous beauty, pale as moonlight. Over his eyes was a blindfold of the same deep crimson. From his head, two luxurious fox ears rose, and from behind, nine magnificent tails swayed with a hypnotic rhythm. He held a slender pipe close to his lips, its bowl still warm with tobacco.
"W–wh..." Your tongue betrayed you, refusing to form the question clawing up your throat. Were you just slowly dying in the forest, this beautiful man merely the feverish delusion of a failing mind trying to ease the agony of death?
The man in question lowered his pipe.
“What have you forgotten here?” he asked, his head tilting as if listening to the beat of your heart.
“I-I got lost,” you stammered, voice small in the immense quiet. “I was following a fox... k-kit, and… came here?”
“Oh, I see…” A charming smile graced his lips, and his nose twitched, sniffing the air. His ears perked up under the edge of his blindfold. You noticed the slightest blush creeping up his cheeks and stepped back, immediately creeped out for some reason.
“Do not fear me. I am Jiaoqiu, the… keeper of this place.” He took a careful step closer, his free hand lightly brushing the mossy statue for support. “You must be weary, little one. Come, share a meal with me, and I shall help you find your path home.”
You should’ve refused immediately. Every instinct whispered that this was wrong. I mean, how often do you come across a blind fox man in a creepy old shrine in the middle of the woods?
But you were so tired. And he seemed so... fragile and lonely. Like a relic left behind, forgotten by the world. What harm could he possibly do?
“I don't want to intrude,” you heard yourself say, half sound, half breath.
“Nonsense.” The word was soft, almost affectionate. “Intrusion implies you are unwelcome, dear.”
Inside, the air was thick with the ghost of old incense. Jiaoqiu moved with a careful grace, his foot subtly finding a small unevenness in the flooring, his sleeve knocking gently against a low brazier as he gestured for you to sit. When he went to the other room, he almost walked into a paper-panel door, and the pity rose again, swallowing the feeling of unease.
After a minute or two, the fox spirit? god? monk? man came back with pots and plates and a black-lacquered box filled with cooked meat. The lunch (or, perhaps, diner) was hearty: slices of tender meat in a fragrant, spicy broth served with rice, some fried vegetables, and a cup of tea that steamed with the scent of herbs.
"The forest provides," he murmured, settling across from you with the same careful grace. "Birds. Rabbits. Deer. It remembers its keeper, even if nothing else does." His ears twitched toward you as you lifted your chopsticks. "Please, do not stand on ceremony. A meal shared is a bond forged, however fleeting." He tilted his head, his blindfolded gaze seeming to rest on your face when you took the first stripe.
The meat was rich and gamey on your tongue, the broth complex with spices that burned pleasantly. You dined together, talking about everything and nothing at the same time, but when you asked about this place, his smile turned downward.
"You know," he said, his blindfolded face tilting toward the ceiling, "this place was not always so empty. Once, the village below worshipped here..." He paused, as if savouring the memory.
"There was a battle, long ago. The mountain wolf spirits grew bold. They had swept through the village like a tide, killing my people. So I went to meet them." His tails swayed gently, hugging his hips and waist. "I was... overconfident. They trapped me. Bound me with spirit chains that burned. For three full moons, they kept me, feeding on my power."
His voice remained calm, almost amused.
"On the fourth full moon, I broke free and avenged my people. But..." He touched the blindfold lightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed. "I stumbled back to the village in darkness, blind and bleeding, asking them for help. Instead..." That smile again. "They looked at me and saw weakness. A blind god is no god at all, they decided and cursed my name as I stood there, still dripping wolf blood, still half-dead from saving them."
The meat in your mouth suddenly felt strange. You chewed anyway.
"One by one, they left. Packed their belongings and moved to the cities, to the coast, anywhere but here. Even my bride…" His voice softened, almost lovingly. "A human girl with eyes of deep blue like the moonlit sky. She swore she would never leave, and I believed her. Foolish of me, wasn't it?"
You made a sympathetic sound.
"She fled before the ceremony," he continued. "Didn't even make it to the vows." He laughed softly.
"That's… terrible," you said, and meant it, heart softened with the heavy feelings that made your throat tighten.
“Is it?” He smiled again, and this time, you caught a flicker of amusement that had no place in a sad story. “They built this shrine. Worshipped here for generations. And then they left, as mortals do.”
“I'm sorry,” you whispered with all the sincerity in it.
“Don't be.” His tails swayed, and you realized you'd been staring at them, wanting to touch the lush fluff. “Four hundred years is a long time to be alone. But loneliness,” his voice dropped to a confidential tone, “teaches patience. And patience, little one, is always rewarded.”
This sincerity from a lonely keeper almost made you tear up. Something twisted in your chest, and words spilling out like water from a cracked vessel. You talked about your boring job, your lonely apartment, this spontaneous trip, and the friends you'd made. Jiaoqiu listened with his head tilted, his ears tracking your voice, and something in his expression deepened as you spoke.
"One suffered from solitude as well?" he murmured. "How curious, the way the world balances its scales. Two empty vessels, brought together by a stray fox and a fading path." His smile widened, just a fraction. "Perhaps the forest did not misguide you after all."
You opened your mouth to respond and realized that something thickened in your throat, blocking words that wanted to come out. The room seemed to sway, gently, like a ship at anchor. You tried to stand, but your legs failed you as the paralysis spread from your core and outward. You toppled sideways, landing on the tatami with a soft thump, staring up at the shadowed ceiling. You could still see. You could still hear.
You could do nothing else.
Across the room, Jiaoqiu rose. His hesitant grace was gone, and in its place was something predatorily fluid, the movement of a creature that had never been hindered by blindness.
He crossed to you in three silent steps and knelt at your side. His cool hands found your face. His thumbs traced the arches of your brows, the slope of your nose, the curve of your lips. He pressed one thumb gently against the seam of your mouth, parting your lips just enough to feel the wet heat within, and a soft exhale escaped him, as though he had touched something sacred.
“By touch alone–” Jiaoqiu breathed, and his voice had shed its sorrowful veneer entirely, leaving only husky appreciation, “–you are exquisite. A true beauty.” His thumbs lingered at the corners of your mouth, wiping a small smear of sauce. He brought the thumb to his own lips, pink tongue darting out to taste the residue with a delicate slowness. His expression softened into something dreamy, distant, as though the flavor had unlocked a memory he had been nursing for centuries. “It seems the forest has outdone itself this time.”
Jiaoqiu reached up and slowly untied his crimson blindfold. The sockets beneath were closed, lids resting carefully. But you felt his attention on you like a weight – intense, absolute, undimmed by the lack of sight.
“Let me make us equal, my dear.”
❝ i want a perfect body, i want a perfect soul ❞ request: what if reader found Redacted before he could create his Ren persona and how would that play out?
redacted x GN!reader / part one | part two | part three / angst / 1.9k words
a/n: this didn't turn out as well as i thought it would, but it was honestly so fun questioning how he would react ! he is literally in complete denial redacted i love you endlessly
you don’t mean to find him. that's entirely the truth.
all you wanted was a shortcut home, a simple, narrow path paved behind some random old bookstore, wedged between a chained fence and a concrete wall. you've walked this road a dozen times without ever noticing the large metal door halfway down the alley.
the large door was bolted shut, scarred with graffiti, half-sunk into the foundation as if the building was trying to swallow it. it looked like it hadn't been touched in decades.
yet, today, it was open.
YANTOBER DAY 15 - OVERSTIMULATION
Synopsis: Your symbiote has slowly learned what life is like for you as a human. It’s sensed a hormonal change in you, a shift known as ovulation; and to your surprise, it catches on fast to your 'needs.'
Warnings: Double penetration, overstimulation, ovulating AFAB reader, possessive symbiote,
Yandere! Symbiote X AFAB Ovulating! Reader
You’d think the sudden addition of a parasite inhabiting your body would completely upend your life.
Oddly, your mundane existence really hasn’t changed that much. Sure, showers are certainly different, your carnivorous appetite has increased to a debilitating level, but your routine is still the same: get up, go to work, come home, sleep.
It’s actually kind of nice, having someone to talk to on the bus ride home, little jokes whispered in your ear as the phantom-like creature slithers down your neck, hiding from your coworkers and their concerned eyes.
This…thing, alien or parasite, whatever you wanted to call it-- it was almost becoming something akin to a friend. A companion.
You didn’t delude yourself into believing it wasn’t using you for sustenance and safety, but at least it was kind to you, offering compliments on how sweet you were, how fascinating your life as a human was.
It wasn’t all bad.
But sometimes, you did wish you had a moment alone. Time for yourself to pursue romantic relationships, or intimate self-care.