welcome to my twisted mind 🤪. this blog used to be a yandere writing blog before i abandoned it and remade.... new and better... so now im returning to this blog to rework it into a yandere reader blog. if you read some of my old stuff you'll see things like that. don't read it tho please its bad.
what i write!!
male reader
yandere reader
dom/top reader
dead dove
toxic relationships
gore, abuse, vile shit
what i don't write!!
fem reader
bottom reader
kinks i don't like
fem characters
about me
call me sparkle/rei. im 26. he/him. i like pretending to be evil in fiction because i have no control over my own life. i don't condone any of the things i write its literally just for fun. this is gonna be a more chill casual blog so i might also just reblog stuff sometimes. if you can figure out my other blog you get cake.
imagine like a disgraced knight who's noble family basically begs your higher class ass to have mercy on them but surprise you decide to marry the poor bastard. and then you spend your honeymoon torturing him.
i wrote this with my dick. i didn't even mean to update this so soon after i wrote it but i was struck with divine inspiration and i had to.
this is literally just filth.
cw;; waterboarding, necrophilia, snuff, bruising, abuse, violence towards character, murder, assault, noncon, drugging, mind breaking, slight emetophobia, lots of strangling, blood, whipping, caning, slurs, nsfl,
i cannot stress enough that this is dead dove do not eat
the next time anyone saw your favorite streamer was on a shady porn site on the dark web. among videos of the worst humanity had to offer there was a video with his body in the thumbnail, the head obscured by something and his hands holding up a weak attempt at a peace sign. it was titled "bratty femboy is dying for cock". it was uploaded just a week after he vanished from the convention center.
the video opened with him in a tight little tube top, the tiniest skirt, and pretty thigh high socks. it was easy to mistake him for a girl at first glance, comments below would laugh about how there's no way he was ever a man. he was chained so his arms were above his head but not pulled too high. somehow he had the audacity to hurl insults at his captor.
the first slur had barely slipped past his lips when your disguised and obscured figure swung into view. a solid and painful punch landed right into his stomach knocking the air out of him. he coughed and heaved, barely getting his breath back to call his captor a fucking bastard. another punch to his stomach. this time he coughed up his own saliva. his face was getting wet from the hot tears of pain and fear streaming down his cheek and his drool dripping down his chin. the punching didn't stop.
after sometime of him being beaten the video cut.
when the camera came back to him again he was on a concrete floor. his stomach was clearly bruised and his eyes were red, cheeks still stained with tears. when you stepped closer to him he flinched, trying in vain to make himself so small you wouldn't see. it was useless with the camera pointed right at him.
your cock slapped against his face and he jumped with a pathetic whine. your distorted voice ordered him to suck and he began to cry please no. he stopped when he saw you raise your hand. his kitten licks were pathetic, his mouth was small and the way his teeth kept knocking into you hurt. it was a wonder you ever came at all. he coughed and spat it out all over the floor.
the video cut again.
this time he was tied down to a table with a cloth over his face. the camera was angled between his legs so it got a good shot of his small cock that now stood at attention. there was a syringe of something, one could only assume aphrodisiacs, nearby.
you came into view holding a slightly trickling water hose. a sound was heard and the hose began to rush, his small body jerked at the sound. your other hand came into view and you held the cloth in place for a few seconds. before you held the hose over his face. immediately he began to squirm and fight and writhe as he stopped being able to breathe. his cock was obviously leaking precum. you removed the hose and the cloth letting him desperately try to catch his breath. once his body stopped violently shaking you reapplied the cloth. then came the hose. the cycle repeating until his red and aching cock came violently while being waterboarded.
as the cloth was taken away for the last time you could hear him sob. "please, i don wanna die."
the video cut.
now he was in a clean new set of girly clothes. he still looked frightened but under his skirt you could clearly see his bulge.
your distorted voice spoke from behind the camera. "say it."
he nervously fiddled with his skirt before taking a deep breath and talking with a shakey voice. "hi everyone.... i know you all wonder where ive been.. uh actually ive been- ive... ive been j-jacking off with my pathetic little shri-shrimp dick. i really... i really like sn-snuff porn now.. haha... wouldn't it be....no.. no i-"
the camera cut again.
this time the scene was clearly just a little bit after the last. he had a new bruise on his face and he was sitting in front of a big screen. on the screen there was some of the violent and disturbing snuff films you could find on the website this was hosted on. amidst the sounds of death there was the loud buzz of a vibrator. he was sitting there holding a vibrator wand right against his sensitive little dick. his legs were shaking from pleasure but he was sobbing like he was in pain. you pointed to a pretty femboy just like him lying dead as his killer used his body. "this one always makes me think of you."
the video cut after he came.
the next scene his appearance had changed a bit more significantly. his cock was now locked in a small cage that made it look like it wasn't even there. he was shaking and trembling but not like he was afraid but more like a drug addict jonesing for their next hit. he had more bruises on his body and there were bags under his eyes. he begged in a pathetic voice for his captor to give him something.
he dropped to his knees obediently as you walked towards him. you stepped behind him and wrapped a belt around his neck. then your cock slapped his face. there were practically hearts in his eyes as he took your thick cock into his mouth with much more skill. you didn't give much of a chance to show off his improvement though as you slammed into the back of his throat. you gripped the ends of the belt and began to pull tight. he audibly started to gag as his breathing was restricted. you used the belt as leverage to fuck his throat. his face was turning red. you didn't stop until you came.
to your visible disappointment he coughed and wretched up your cum as his lungs fought for air.
the video cut.
once again he was chained up, this time his hands were held high above his head. there were small cuts all across his body and the source soon became obvious as a whipping cane slapped across his body. he let out a pathetic sob as a new cut appeared where the cane had hit. again. he sobbed louder as the cane hit a different cut.
"pleashe im shorry im shorry im shoo-" his annoying crying was cut off by another smack.
"say it." you ordered.
you paused only to give him a chance to do whatever it was you wanted but instead he kept crying. comments around this part laughed about how he was such a little bitch.
more cuts, more whippings, more screams, more sobbing. despite how much he looked like he hated it his still caged cock was making a wet mess of precum all over his thighs like a girl. something about his body, his mind, was changing significantly. it was obvious that against his will he was becoming a masochist who got off on his own pain.
the video cut without him fulfilling his order.
the next scene he was in a new place in new clothes, if you didn't know better you might also believe he had escaped. he sat on a soft plush bed, daintily closing his legs and acting like an innocent girl. he smiled sheepishly at the camera, a small blush across his cheeks.
"go on" your distorted voice was softer than it had been previously.
"I'm nervous..." he replied, hands fiddling in his lap.
"you asked for this." you replied.
"yeah.. im... mm..." he took a deep breath to gather himself.
"hi everyone... it's hard to believe its only been 6 days since ive been here. ive been working really hard. ive heard you're all super worried about me... thats why he asked me to make you this before... well... the truth is..."
the look in his eyes changed from one of innocence to something more deranged. whatever last bit of him that had been fighting had broken. "im actually a gross filthy faggot! im a disgusting snuffbait fag who dreams of being assaulted and killed by any disgusting freak who wants me!!"
he started to do a demented crawl closer to the camera. it followed him until he was almost pressed against it. "hey hey... you guys.... you'll watch right? you're all going to watch me lose my virginity and die brutally right?"
the camera cut.
it seemed like a different camera, one now attached to the camera man. he was laying in bed, his pretty hair around his head like a halo. you could also see the captor, your body, in a point of view shot. you were pressed against him, his ass nestled right against your cock, with his legs around your waist. now you could see him doing the peace sign from the thumbnail, though his hands were holding perfect peace signs still. that would change soon.
you rubbed your cock against his tight virgin ass, a clear layer of lube coated your cock. the excitement in his smaller body was palpable. his eyes had hearts in them. you lined your tip with his entrance as he began to babble.
you slapped him hard across the face, so hard you could see him get dizzy. "stop getting ahead of yourself."
"ssssorrryyyy~" he moaned, his still caged cock was once again making a sticky mess like a girl.
"please fuck my sissy ass💖 please take my virginity and make me a real snuff fag💖"
it didn't take any more than that as your thick cock pressed into the firm ring of muscle. he moaned in delight as his eyes rolled back. he tried to cry out yes but you slapped a hand over his mouth.
it was clear that you were just as overwhelmed as he was by the feeling. it looked like you fought with yourself for a minute, deciding between being gentle and fucking him the way your body demanded. the later won.
you flipped him onto his stomach and slid your cock right back into that velvety tightness. you kept one hand clasped over his mouth, using his head as a leverage as you began an absolutely brutal pace. the bed creaked and shook with every powerful thrust. underneath of you his eyes were rolling back and if he could cum or scream he'd be doing both. you were fucking him like a wild animal. pounding him so violent and relentless. your muscles were sore and aching from use.
and then like a single drop of animalistic clarity in this chaotic mess your original fantasy, your goal, clicked in your mind. you need to kill him. you need to feel him die on your cock. you let go of his mouth to wrap your arms around his neck, holding him in a tight headlock. immediately you could feel it, feel his body be receptive to the purpose you gave it. he tightened up. his mind became empty. his body was growing limp as his face got redder and redder.
the video cut.
the next shot, the final shot, was a shot of his limp lifeless body, cum still leaking out of his used hole.
the video ended.
you chose not to show that he was still breathing, that you kept him alive. he was your personal little snuffdoll now.
and the person who "killed" him? well obviously it was the troll you'd met before. a little bit of forged evidence and a lot of anonymous tips and statements from your fellow groupies and it was easy to make it all look like him.
man i just love the idea of shitty bratty streamers who mock their audience. hot girls who call their fans disgusting incels. pretty femboys who make fun of their fans for being gay.
and then one of their viewers. big and ugly and disgusting gets revenge for everyone.
imagine you're obsessed with a streamer. he's so cute, a pretty femboy who's shirts are always hanging off his shoulders and will show off upskirts. but he's rude. he'll show off his bulge in tight lacy panties and laugh at all the guys who are into him. he'll chuckle about how it's disgusting and all his viewers are gross fags for looking at him like that. he's so smug, a mocking smirk on his face as he says you're disgusting.
you like it a little bit. there's something appealing about breaking such an arrogant person. you talk in private groups with other fans about how it would be fun to break him.
one day... someone new joins your chat. he's very interested in breaking the bratty streamer. too interested. he tells you all a horrible graphic story about the way he'd turn that haughty bitch into a snuff film. he's immediately banned and his messages deleted.
you can't stop thinking about it though. you're disgusted but your cock aches so badly at the thought. you want to know more. even if this guy is just a gross edgelord it might be good fap material at least. so you find him and... yeah he's just a gross edgelord troll who doesn't like when your pretty streamer calls him a fag. the graphic snuff fantasy he talked about was just him describing the worst thing he could possibly think of.
why are you so disappointed?
everytime you watch your lovely streamer now you can't help but think about disgusting graphic things. even when you try to push it out of your mind. he pulls up his oversized shirt exposing his soft untouched stomach. everyone in your group is drooling about it. you're imagining what it would look like spilled.
you want to hurt him. you need to hurt him. not to teach him a lesson but so he can learn how to feel good from it. you need to see him crying begging on his knees for you to kill him. you need to kill him.
he's coming to a city not too far from you for a convention. he's going to have bodyguards so you gross fags can't touch him, he promises. its like a spell falls over your body. you need to have his dying body under you. you need him. you need him to die.
i need a violent slutty boy who will be my punching bag
cw;; unsanitary mention, violence, abuse, strangling, attempted murder by reader, sexual implications
imagine being the good boy. you've always followed the rules. always been polite and respectful. you open the doors for little old ladies, you say please and thank you, you let people in front of you in line.
you're a doormat.
oh you can be a good person without being a doormat. its just that you specifically, you're so desperate for everyone to like you that you'd give away your vital organs if they asked. you give blood every week for god's sake.
and your neighbor is not. he's loud, obnoxious, selfish, rude. he pushes you out of his way to get to the elevator of your apartments. he curses at anyone who knocks on his door. you're pretty sure he's in a gang.
he's everything you're not. the same day he told Jehovah's witnesses to fuck off you invited them in for tea and talked for 2 hours about a religion you had no intention of converting to. its hard to imagine two people so completely different.
sometimes you wish you were more like him. you catch him in the lobby talking with his friends, you overhear him refusing something you know you would have said yes to. you get stuck in the elevator with him and you try to make small talk and he glares down at you like you're trash. later you curse yourself for trying to get him to like you again.
being a doormat is exhausting. your boss took credit for something you did, the thing you'd been hoping would finally lead to a raise or even acknowledgement. so easily stripped from your achievements with only a pat on the back and a friendly "you understand!". and you can't argue with him, you know it's a pointless endeavor.
you're just tired. tired of smiling. tired of being nice all the time. you're like a shell of a man that gets pushed out of the way for your neighbor to rush past you.
its not fair that he can be so rude to you and never suffer any consequences. its not fair that you're constantly surrounded by bad people who use your good will and never see any of the pain. its not fair.
you snapped at some point, like the last fragile twine of sanity plucked by the wrong person at the wrong time. you shoved your neighbor into his own doorway, accosting him with all of this pent up grievance. the door opening behind him as a result of his desperate fidgeting but it's useless as you push your way in.
your hands beat into firm muscle as you hurl insults only partially meant for him. he scrambles to the floor and tries to crawl away from you only for you to catch his ankle and drag him back. he has to pay for everyone who's ever walked all over you. you're looming over top of him, knee digging into his thigh as your hands wrap around his throat.
you're watching with lifeless eyes as his face starts to turn red. then you feel a wet spot against your knee. on instinct you go to look at, almost ready to laugh at him for pissing himself while you're killing him. instead you find a different kind of wet spot. you tilt your head to the side as you look back at his face. his arm flies up to cover his eyes but not before you see the hint of lust in them.
I want something about retraining your darling’s mind, like leaving them isolated with recordings of your voice or videos about how much you love them and how much they really love you back. Psychological torture porn sorta deal. I don’t really have a specific character in mind but I probably could pick one out of some options if need be, idk
obey
yandere reader x general character
hi stranger. this is really a fun idea to me ive thought about before. im sure you were expecting like long voice messages but i like the idea of short orders that he almost mistakes as a robot. maybe later you pretend to be a friend and use a more upbeat voice and pretend you're in the same circumstance as him. and then make something happen to his fake friend to really hurt him.
cw;; abuse, isolation, psychological torment, sexual references, references to self harm
the padded room feels different than it did a week ago when they first woke up in here. somehow the walls feel smaller and the room feels colder. it feels like every bit of soft foam has turned into cruel eyes staring at his fragile form. the only form of comfort in this isolation is the cold almost robotic voice that gives him orders over the speakers.
"wake up." the voice orders in the morning. he wakes from his bed only faintly remembering there was noise at all.
"stretch." it will order next. it could be an hour after the original command or it could be only 5 minutes. either way he obeys stretching his arms and legs as best he can in this closed environment.
sometime during what he can only assume is day food will be pushed into his room through a small slot in a wall. and the voice will order he "eat."
maybe he resisted at first, maybe he never had the mind to resist at all. anything in his body that fought the voice is gone now. he obeys.
at night when the artificial light in the room has been dimmed but he can't get any reprieve he claws at the pads on the wall. he prays he can scratch his way out, he can't. he prays for some human contact, he won't get it. he sobs for someone anyone, but there's no one.
"sleep." the voice orders. he wasn't even tired until then but he obeys as exhaustion washes over him.
that's his life, every day.
outside the padded room you sit in your observation room watching through cameras and controlling his whole life. its so thrilling to see him obey simple commands, to watch him move like clockwork and follow your words.
every night you make him sit there for longer and longer between voice commands, watching his mind unravel. you can tell he hasn't noticed, he has no idea what time is anymore. he eats his dinner with your command and then he waits in silence for hours. tonight you were hoping to push it to midnight but you could tell he was about to hurt himself.
soon you'll begin sprinkling in extra orders. telling him to sit or kneel before he can eat. maybe you'll see if he can get hard by your command. maybe you'll order him to hurt himself.
it doesn't matter what command you give. you have all the time to make him obey every command. and then when he's so obedient he loses his sense of self, then you'll actually talk to him.
tbh i went into this with undue confidence bc i don't really remember how aventurine is... i haven't played like since his og gacha. sorry if hes super ooc.
you're a small time salaryman for the IPC, you file paperwork and do coffee runs and hate your life. and aventurine is like a beautiful doll of a man, gracefully taking any room and making it a stage for his tricks. but you can see behind those technicolor eyes hides the same feeling you drag with you every day of your life. you can never talk to him he's so untouchable for someone like you but you can't get him out of your head. a beautiful bird trapped in a gilded cage.
its a mixture of coincidence and luck that gets the pretty man in your tiny apartment. a drunk night and the fact he didn't recognize or remember you from your few interactions at work led to his thumbs currently pulling at your belt loops. he asked so pretty to make him forget about work as he pulled you into another impassioned kiss, his mouth tasting like fruit and alcohol. it was downright painful to drag yourself away from his eager body but you knew what he needed more than a quick fuck. you knew you could take care of him. that's why you poured him a special drink to cap off the evening.
your lovely companion will never know how hard that night was for you. the willpower to pull away to drug him and then the willpower as you were undressing him and getting him comfortable in your bed. you chained him to your bed so he couldn't go anywhere when he did wake up.
when the time came aventurine's pretty eyes fluttered open, flinching at the light of day. he tried to stretch only to be met with the clanking of metal. his reaction was seemingly slow as you watched it dawn on him that he was chained up. he tried to discreetly look around, jumping when his eyes landed on you. you smiled warmly at him.
"good morning, mr. aventurine." your voice quiet as to not bother his hangover.
"good morning~ i see we got a little wild last night hm?" he sounded like he hadn't lost a bit of his confidence as if his words could just will this into being a drunken foray into bondage.
you stepped closer and gently placed a hand on his chest. "i didn't do anything unsavory."
"really? then i got myself this naked?" he was being playful but you could see the fear behind those eyes.
"you don't need to be so brave. you can be scared." your hand trailed up his chest to his chin.
"I'm not scared. I'm certain you're a reasonable man, an intelligent man, who wouldn't do anything unsavory to me. If you just give a little slack I can get you however much you want."
you knew full well that he was a snake with a silver tongue. he would say anything to manipulate people into place how he wanted. but you couldn't help but be annoyed at how he was doing it to you. your hand came down hard against his cheek.
you stepped away from him, cold eyes staring into him. "I don't want anything from you."
you locked the door after you left the room just in case he managed to get out of his binds. hopefully you can break his walls down and save him from himself.
