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1. This is a yandere OC x reader writing/art blog, if youâre uncomfortable with themes like these, please just block me so you donât have to see me :>
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(Masterlist under cut)
âťď¸Phone book
(Aka the masterlist, but only full fics)
Yandere housekeeper
ââď¸001-001 Home sweet home
Yandere stalker
ââď¸002-001 Letter
Yandere reaper(Kier)
â âď¸003-001 Tomb much
Yandere reaper(Kane)
ââď¸004-001 Bribery
(More coming soonâŚ)
P.s :You can find short drabbles withâ #Yandere Thoughts at the bottom of the post.
I just stopped writing âcause life got busy and all, and I lost the ability to write. Kinda been writing off and on? But mostly off and I just donât like the results enough to post.
Maybe when the right muse hits.
Anyways thanks for checking out on me im surprised anyone cared lol.
Hopefully Iâll post something in the future, hopefully.
Quick explanation to cakeverse. Itâs a spin-off of the famous Omegaverse, but instead of the Alphas, betas, and Omegas, we got Forks, your everyday normal people, and Cakes. Forks lose their sense of taste gradually as they grow. Cakes are just like normal people, except they smell and taste (both flesh and bodily fluids) like cake to Forks, which drives Forks crazy. Cakes arenât aware of their own identities, which makes it even more dangerous. I did a little bit of modification to this setting and even if theyâre called Cakes, it extends to all sweets.
Holding a suitcase, you look up to the sky of this city, just not long ago, your taste disappeared completely, slowly faded out like the end scene of a movie.
Desserts were your favorite things in the world, having the sweetness melt away in your mouth brings pure happiness to your heart. Yet now, everything is bland, like this gray, gray world.
After accidentally biting a chunk out of your friend who, apparently is a cake, you escaped and moved to a new city, hoping to find help as they say they have ways to help Forks.
Even though you know there isn't medication for Forks yet, you still moved in, in hopes of retaining your sense of taste and going back to being normal.
The moment you step into the town, your sense of smell was flooded with sweetness, you feel your stomach sink when you do. Itâs a familiar yet overwhelming smell, the sickening smell of the forbidden fruit. Your body tense up, your hands shaking. You should escape, you donât believe in your self control, but the fee for breaking your lease is way too high and you donât have any more money, not after that little bottle of cake blood.
You curse at yourself for giving in to that Cakeâs offer.
Slowly, you follow the map on your phone, to your new place. You applied for a job a while ago, a night shift for a fast food restaurant, no matter how much it pains you to work with food, itâs the best paying one you can get. This is your life now, you think bitterly.
Days went by painfully slow, but a month has passed since you got to this town. As you hand out food through the drive through window, you see the child in the back seat staring at you, his lips are moving, you donât know what he said, but you have an idea when the childâs finger points at you, his mother quickly pulling his finger away.
You look terrible, your hair is a mess, there are dark circles under your eyes, and no matter how hard you try, the wrinkles between your brows are unable to smooth down.
In summary, you look like youâre on the verge of insanity and/or death.
In this town, for some reason, you smell Cakes here and there, even when theyâre supposed to be rare, your hunger for tasting something sweet again often leads you to trail off to follow the sweet scent they emit until you manage to pull yourself out of it. You are often afraid of the time when your sanity returns a little too late, and something youâll forever regret has been done.
After what felt like forever, your shift ended, you head home, to a small castle made up of four walls, big enough for only you to curl up inside.
As you open the door and kick your shoes off, you find a letter laying right behind your door, it looks strange, you bend down to pick the letter up and look at it. An alluring sweet scent emits, wafting into your nose and tickling your sanity.
Like youâre under a spell, slowly, you tear the letter open.
Here is a list of the sweets I plan to do. I also take requests!
Just a little thing while Iâm on my writers block
Kane was later than usual, you stare at the ticking clock, the book he got you for the day long finished. Perhaps itâs another âsoul torturingâ thing, but you are starving, and since youâre not allowed in the kitchen, lest you take a stab at something that will result in one of you being hurt.
Itâs hot, humid even today, but again, when is hell not blazing and burning?
You adjust the sliding thin blanket around your shoulders, covering the revealing clothes he picked for you under, bite marks old and new decorate your skin, stinging a bit whenever you move.
The house is so quiet today, for Kane, no matter how long he has to go to work, he always comes back from time to time just to shower you in unwanted affection and perhaps a quickâŚâŚyou know. But you havenât even caught a glimpse of him since you woke up today. With a sigh, you lay your chin on the counter, and raise your arms to hold the book in front of you. You suppose the third time's a charm.
As you open to the first page, the door bursts open, you almost fall off from the couch you are on from how hard you jumped, you look to the door, seeing the man himself standing there.
You didnât move, instead you stare at him, and at whatâs in his hands.
âHoney Iâm homeee!â He says with that cheerful voice of his, your furrowed brows unravel as you climb down the couch.
âWhere were you?â You mumble and stare at the bags he holdsâwhich now you can see is food, all kinds of food, from north to south, from sour to sweet, you donât think you can finish it all even with Kaneâs help.
âEh, here and there! Canât celebrate our first month together without something special!â He says as he places the food on the coffee table before pulling you into his arms, cradling you with his body, his cold temperature is what you need in this literal hell, no matter how much you hate getting close to him, no matter what he did to you with his body.
He unravels a package of food, it looks strange, like a block of bread made into a little box with a lid on.
âItâs an eastern food, called a âcoffin boxâ.â He says with a chuckle, as he cuts a piece out of it, you see the meat all cut up and cooked in a sauce, it looks strange, and smells a bit weird.
So you shut your lips tight.
âOh come on, sweetie, you didnât even try it!â He pokes at your lips with the food, not seeing how unwilling you are to eat it. But then there it is, he gives you that look, that look youâre conditioned to do as he says as soon as his brows drop and knit. You open your trembling lips and take the bite in your mouth.
âŚâŚitâs actually not bad.
Kane chuckles and squeezes you in a hug. âYouâre adorable, do you know that?â He whispers in your ear, his cold breath tickling your skin. He reaches towards your face and holds onto your chin, turning you to face him.
You look into his odd eyes, and the way they crinkle when you look into them, the way their heat contrasts with his ice cold body so strongly, a searing hot.
Slowly, he leans in, and you squeeze your eyes shut out of reflex. You were expecting an intense kiss, the ones heâd always give you. But this time, only a gentle lick on the corner of your mouth.
A soft hum can be heard, vibrating against your skin. âIt certainly is good.â You open your eyes, and he has pulled away.
Imagine Kyle accidentally destroying your painting, and because itâs months worth of hard work, you yell at him as he stands there, being on the receiving end of your wrath.
For the first part heâd look like a kicked puppy and lower his head, but at some point you begin to sound like a broken record, repeating the same lines about how you spent so much time on it and he ruined it.
So he zoned out, staring at the way your lips move rapidly and how you pace around complaining, the way your body sway is so beautiful he canât help but feel his mouth dry up.
What if your lips are on his, what if your body is on hisâŚâŚ
By the time youâre done, he has a dazed look and a wet patch between his legs. You, thinking youâve been too mean to make his eyes water, apologize instead.
He apologize as well with his big watery eyes, and went to fix you a glass of lemonade, with a special ingredient.
Kane and Kier are both reaper OCs of mine. And they both have their own stories and darlings (A ghost and a Reaper!), but they seem quite similar personality wise as well so, hereâs a list of random hcs to separate them:
đKane wants a darling who is a good partner for him; which means someone who listens to everything he says, and gives him all the love and attention you can ever give. And he wonât be afraid to resort to punishments if you were to defy him.
đKier, however, wants a challenge, something to keep him excited and keep him away from boredom. So he would torment you nonstop, even after you snap. If you ever get to know other reapers(if Kier allows it), theyâll encourage you to spend more time with him, because a bored Kier is a dangerous Kier, he would actually set a city on fire for fun.
đ¤This is an obvious one, but Kane prefers ghosts. Reapers are designed to be much bigger and way more stronger than souls and ghosts, so he can practically bully you into doing what he says just by towering over you. Or he can scoop you up with one arm. He also reminds you that he can send you to hell easily all the time to keep you in place, even though heâs too attached to actually do so.
đ¤Kier considers ghosts as lesser beings, so he thinks the idea of keeping a soul is weird. He prefers reapers as partners, theyâre more durable, as in harder to break, and more similar to him. Reapers have more similar back stories, so he has a sense of belonging. He thinks of you as an ally, someone to understand him and someone to be understood, even if you donât really want him to break down your walls and dig all your secrets out.
đKaneâs love language is physical touch. Your face, your hands, your waist, your hips. Whenever heâs at home, youâre either sitting on his lap or being carried around in one arm, no matter what you were doing before that. He would like it if you initiate touching him, just hold onto his fingers, or if you feel brave, climb into his lap when heâs sitting. Heâll drop everything and shower you in love, he wonât show it on his face but heâs melting and screaming in joy inside.
đKierâs love language is gifts, not anything fancy or extravagant, but just little charms he finds on dead bodies when heâs working. Heâd give you (or simply hang them on your stuff) the ones that remind him of you. For instance, he got you one with a goldfish to make fun of your memory span, because you keep forgetting to read his messages. After he gives you the charm, heâd always say itâs because heâs going to âcharm youâ. From you he wants quality time, being in the same space with you brings enough peace to him.
đ¤Despite his appearance and attitude towards you, Kane is a romantic, he likes cheesy movies and wants a happy life (afterlife) with his spouse. He tries to understand that you need time to accept him and your new (after)life, but if you get difficult he would lash out, it makes things harder for the both of you.
But he tries to be the best partner for you and often gets little gifts and plans dates for the two of you.
đ¤Kier, while he is determined to make you his, he doesnât care much about romance, he just wants to have you by his side all the time, do things he normally does. He wonât do anything big or extravagant, but heâll remind you all the time that heâs loving you, that his actions are in the name of love, even when heâs doing something weird and dumb.
đKane has a house
đKier is homeless
The rest are some reaper lore and their backstories:
Reapers are a kind of species that reaps souls and determine where they go after death. Only people who killed people when they were alive , but only when itâs because they had no choice, or they werenât taught right when they were children.
Reaper readerâs backstory will be revealed when Tomb much pt2 is out
Kane was a hitman for a local mafia back in the 1970s when he was alive. His father was one as well, so was his grandfather. Since he was little, he saw life and death as something normal, something small. But he always longed for a functioning family like heâd watch in the movies with his little sister. He was caught by the police and sentenced to the electric chair at 27 years old. So heâs actually terrified of electricity :>
Kier was simply a killer. He was abused by his drunk father, and at some point in the teens he killed him. His father had associations with loan sharks and when the loan sharks got in his house and were going to sell him away he used his advantage of being underestimated as a skinny kid and killed them as well. Until he was found and shot to death, the rest of his short life he had been hiding and stealing from others, he never felt guilt or attached to things anyways, that is until he met a certain someone after death.
The city light twinkles beneath you as you stare out at the world outside, soft jazz plays in the background, the same music, on and on, again and again.
It feels like the start of a noir movie, or an 80s anime.
You stare into the reflection of yourself on the window, inside is a person who you donât recognize anymore,
tailored clothes and top notch food draws your outer beauty to the most, but your sunken eyes tells a different story, theyâre empty, dark, devoid of the love you once held for him. You sink further into your thoughts, insanity nibbling on your skin, on your lips and eyes.
Perhaps thatâs why you see the door opening through the reflection so soon.
There he stands, tall and glowingâŚâŚyou wish you could cut that smile out from his face and see it on yours instead.
He reaches his arms out to wrap you up in his arms, he sees the lipstick he lovingly painted your lips with has faded.
âHoney, I told you to reapply the lipstick when it fades.â He says with a tone like heâs disciplining a child.
You ignore him and pull away, sitting back onto the windowsill and back to the city lights.
âStop looking outside.â He says as he goes to you, grasping onto your shoulders and turns you around, your eyes stare back into his blankly.
âWhatâs the point in doing that? I donât want to please you.â
He sighs. âEven though I know your love for me has faded the moment I made you my prisoner, my heart just canât stop beating for you.â He says with a pained expression.
âI promised, when my love for you becomes past-tense, Iâll free you.â
âLove is a fickle thing, there is no forever love for us humans, love needs to be nurtured and cared for, even then, love will eventually die. It simply isnât perpetual, and itâs proven by so many encounters in my life, do you know Kylie and Joy got a divorce? They were so lovey dovey, werenât they?â He says as tears well in his eyes.âI promise, I swear, my love will fade soon like the red on your lips.â
âSo please, just until I stop loving you, be my prisoner, be my loveâŚâŚâ he holds you in his arms, burying his face in the crook of your neck. The two of you both remain silent, only the jazz music continuing to play the same music.
The seed of death was planted in your mortal body the moment you were born, youâve been dying since you began living, but you thought there wouldâve been more time before it takes complete root over you.
But the flowers bloomed much faster than you anticipated, death took over you much too soon as red splatters on the road, on your cold body.
You kneel in front of your dead self, long forgotten how to stand because of the sight in front of you.
You try, you try so hard to be brought back to life, to give yourself a heartbeat, but your hands simply phase through everything, you can only feel the rocky ground under, hurting your knees as your half transparent skin appears red from your hands.
You sniffle, you want to see, you want to find a way to wake up from this dream, but tears blur your eyes, and your knees sting.
âI spy with my little eyeâŚâŚa weeping little ghost.â
You jump at the sudden low voice, even in the chaotic sound of cries, his voice was clear like a siren.
You turn around, only to face nothing but black mist.
âBoo.â You yelp at the voice next to your ear and back off fearfully, palms scraping against concrete.
Then, you see a man, a tall, giant man. Who had chains on his body and a daring smile.
He only chuckles at your fearful expression and extends his hand out for you to hold.
âCâmon, up you go.â As soon as you place your hand in his palm, he pulls you up to your feet and twirls you so that your back is facing the scene and casually slings an arm around your shoulder.
You donât know what to do, only able to be led away like a puppet.
âLook at you, cute as a button, lying on the streets is not somewhere you belong.â The man says as he boops your nose. âSomeone like you donât deserve hell, donât you?â
âAhh, but do you really belong in heaven, thoughâŚâŚâ
He whispers by your ear, his breath making you shiver. You feel nauseous, you think your cheeks are heating up, if your heart didnât stop, it would be beating like crazy by now.
âNow, letâs see where you can go, hmm?â He holds a file up, the words are almost unable to be deciphered, the writing has aâŚâŚpersonal flare to it.
âAhâŚâŚyouâre such a little sweetheart,â he says as he flips a page. âBut thereâs a little problem, you see.â His words made your stomach churn, your gaze trail down to where heâs pointing. When you finally see what is written on it, you feel your cheeks grow so hot itâs cooking your skin, a small gasp leaves your lips.
âI see thereâs a lot going down there at night, eh?â He says as you see him glancing down at the spot between your legs. You shift uncomfortably and move your hand to cover it as discreetly as possible, but your hand was only snatched by the reaperâs larger one.
âCovering it wonât do anything, sweetheart, see?â He holds your hand up for you to see, you realize your hand is similar to that of a colored wine glass, your skin tone at the edges while the middle is almost transparent, tinted in your skin tone.
He plays with your fingers, brushing your knuckles with his thumb.
âTo think that you pleasure yourself with these small fingersâŚâŚsurely itâs not enough, no?â
Your fingers are only small because theyâre compared to the hand of a literal giant, this man is at least seven feet tall (about 213cm). But you couldnât answer, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You try pulling away, but he only laughs as your effort is nothing more than a mere tickle.
âOh thereâs nothing to be scared of, Iâm helping you!â He says, pulling your body flush against his, but instead of feeling stickiness and heat from him, he is cold as ice, you shiver slightly.
âA little sweetheart like you donât deserve eternal torture in hell! You donât want pain, donât you?â He says, looking into your eyes. âI know just the way to help you, but I need a bit ofâŚ..convincing.â
Your eyes widen, and you see his eyes trailing up your body.
âItâs easy, really, just a littleâŚ...bribery.â He says, you see the way his tongue darts out to lick his lips.
âDo you agree? Itâs a small price to pay!â
You can only lower your head, after all, you would probably go to hell if you donât.
The two of you enter a different dimension entirely, you find yourself standing in front of a rather large house, the colors red and black. Almost like the home of a villain.
âMake yourself at home!â The reaper says as he leads you inside by your hand, his grip feels a little too tight, his strides a little too fast, you feel your heart tightens, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. But soon, you find yourself standing in front of a king sized bed, with the reaper, who you now know is called Kane by your side. You see the bed has black sheets and pillows, they look soft to sleep in, but the reality kicking in makes no room for your mind to think about sleep at all. You feel that your stomach is churning, like a sinking feeling, so you look up at him with worried eyes.
Even though itâs for going to heaven, youâre hooking up with someone you simply just met.
âIâŚâŚIâm not sure aboutââ
âDo you want to go to hell?â With a smile, he looks down at you and says, his brows slightly furrowed. You seem to be annoying him a bit.
You say nothing and shut your trembling lips tight, shaking your head lightly. âNoâŚâŚâ
âThatâs what I like to hear.â His eyes soften a bit and gently place both of his hands on your shoulders, pushing you down to sit on the bed.
âLay down for me, my little ghost.â
You comply and lay down on your back, he smirks.
Your life and death is in his grasp, hanging over your head. While heâs nicer about it than you think, you canât shake the feeling that heâs enjoying the fact that he has control over you, that you are not only his little ghost, but a doll, a toy, something made solely for his entertainment.
A shadow is casted upon his face, but itâs hard to miss that wide grin as he straddles you, locking you under his large body.
You nervously look up at him with dampened eyes, body shivering not only in slight fear, but also rising excitement and anticipation.
You canât shake the feeling that he can read your mind when an amused huff leaves the reaperâs lips, then he gently runs the back of his hand down your jaw and holds your chin in his hand.
Without a word, he leans down and pulls you into a hungry kiss, all teeth and tongue. You grasp onto his clothes with your fingers due to being overwhelmed by the suddenness, youâre supposed to be dead, yet why are you out of breath?
His tongue invades your mouth, exploring every little detail inside, his arms wrap around your body, pulling you close to him.
After what felt like forever, he pulls away, not breaking a single sweat and his breathing is completely fine. He licks his lips and grins.
âYou taste sweet.â
He says and places his hands on your clothes, the blood on it still wet for some reason, you let out a small hiss as his fingers brush through a scratch wound on your shoulder. He stops his hands.
âPoor thing, you look just like when you died, here, let me fix it.â He says as a cold dark mist covers all your wounds, and by the time you open your eyes, the wounds are gone.
âThe higher ups keep the soulsâ sense of pain intact so hell can torture them.â The reaper says in a tone like heâs talking about the weather as he peels your clothes away from your body, the cold air hits your skin, sending goosebumps down your body.
ââŚâŚwe can explore that in the future.â He whispers with a smirk as he places his large cold hands behind your back.
âWhat was thatâŚâŚ?â You ask, not hearing what he just said.
âNothing important,â He smiles knowingly, you decided not to push it, you couldnât anyway as you feel his hand removing your bra. Out of reflex, you try to hide your chest, but the reaper was quick to it and grabbed both of your wrists in his hand, giving them a squeeze thatâs almost painful, a small whimper escapes your lips.
You feel your entire body heat up when his eyes look into yours with a hint of warning for a brief second, then back to your mounds.
âThereâs no need to hide them, little ghost.â He whispers, âtheyâre perfect, just like you.â
Gently, he let go of your hands, unleashed the chains and took off his shirt. He wasnât wearing a lot from the start, but now without the obstruction of that fraying fabric, but now you can see perfectly. Heâs really muscular, which you already have a clue just from how he looks with his clothes on. But you still suck a breath in when you see them, every curve and line of his muscles distinct and clear, like a sculpture, the tattoo written in an unknown language right across his broad chest makes it even clearer, following the lines on his body. You raise your hand up, asking him for permission, he chuckles and gives you the go ahead. With great hesitation, you place a hand on his chest, feeling it ripple under your palm, you can see it through your hand, as itâs half transparent. You spread your fingers and squeeze it gently, they feel rock hard.
He seems to enjoy your touch and hums.
âMy turn.â He mumbles and places a large hand upon your marshmallow-like softness, a hand easily enveloping one. He squeezes and massages one side, his cold hands sending shivers down your spine. An involuntary noise leaves your lips when his calloused thumb brushes over the tip of your nipple. You bite your lips while he chuckles with mirth.
âThat was the sweetest little noise I heard, tell me, do you make noises like this when you touch yourself?â
You shake your head out of embarrassment, and he chuckles, but decides not to push it, instead moving his lips to envelop your other nipple between his lips. He plays the little nub with his tongue, rolling it and sucking on it, when suddenly, he uses his teeth. It was light, yet the sensation made you gasp, you feel your lower abdomen clench.
You hear his laughter.
âNow, how about some help before we get to the real deal?â
He stands up and away from the bed, you sit up and look at him, slightly confused until he unbuckles his belt and unbutton his jeans, pulling it down slowly. You couldnât help but stare at the bulge in his jeans, and the outline of it.
Alas, he is bare in front of you, his erection standing in front of you. You feel a shiver run down your spine when you see the size of it, your mouth feels dry.
His cold palm pets your hair gently. You look up at him in slight fear, he wants you to use your mouth on that? But itâs big, you donât think you can take it without your jaw breaking, and is it leaking?
Your lips purse shut as tears well in your eyes, seeing you like this, he gently takes your hand in his, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.
âDonât be scared, use your hand first, mâkay?â
He whispers, âwe have all the time in the world.â
He guides your hand to his crotch and with his hand upon yours, he wraps your fingers around his cock, itâs cold to the touch, your breath hitches when you realize your fingers canât completely wrap around the thick rod.
âYour hands are so soft.â He sighs fondly, then he guides your hand to slowly slide up and down his length. Itâs smooth for the most part, aside from a vein trailing up to almost the tip of it. Itâs straight, but the upper half is noticeably larger.
As the two of you reach a steady rhythm, he let go of your hand, you can see the red flush of his cock through your transparent fingers, you feel the way it pulses under your hand. The more you notice, the more that feeling in your lower stomach intensifies.
He sighs and grunts occasionally, petting your hair, he wants you to just continue until he paints your body white, but he shouldnât be the only one enjoying this.
After a while, takes your wrist in his hand, pulling it away easily, his cock aches immediately, longing for your hands to wrap embrace it again.
Without a word, he picks you up and places you on his lap. Through your fabric, you can feel his hardness pressed against you, you tense up at the feeling.
He chuckles and tells you to relax before reaching into your panties to slide his finger along your slit, feeling the contact on your private parts, you squirm uncomfortably, but it only causes friction against his length, making him want you more. With his other arm, he holds you down by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you flush up against his chest.
âYouâre not ready yet,â He whispers in your ear when he pulls his fingers out and places it in front of you to examine it, there isn't much fluid on them.
You yelp when he goes back and plunges a finger inside of you. You hold onto his arm and pull on it almost pathetically, but he doesnât budge, in fact, he stops, the room is silent, only your heavy breathing.
âDonât you want to stay in a good place?â He says, his voice almost threatening. Hearing those words, you have no choice but to let go of his arm. He kisses your temple and mumbles âthatâs my little ghost.â Then he gets back to it, preparing you and exploring you with his ice cold finger, the unusual low temperature of his skin stimulating you like little electric shocks. You whine and hold onto his arm thatâs around your waist when he hits a certain spot, you try not to struggle or dig your nails into his arm, even though something tells you he wonât mind it.
âThatâs itâŚâŚâ he coos and adds another finger in, itâs a stretch, and it stings a bit, but the pleasure is undeniable, your walls squeeze around him so tightly and that knot building up in your stomach tightens.
Sensing youâre close, he curls his fingers up in that particular spot, like that, your vision flashes white for a split moment, your head throws back, hitting his chest as a long moan spills from your lips. He continues to thrust his fingers inside of you, to help you ride your high.
You fall limp in his embrace, your chest heaving up and down as you breath heavily.
âYouâre so warm, to think youâll go all cold in a few daysâŚâŚâ he mumbles with a smirk, you see his canines, sharp and longer than a normal personâs, it looks menacing, cunning, sly, like he relishes in the fact that he knows something you donât.
But youâre too out of it to think.
He pulls his fingers out and holds onto your waist, easily picking you up and placing you on his bed, this time more harshly than before. You see that he too, is excited, his expression matted with sweat and his breathing heavy.
After taking off the remaining clothing youâre wearing, he takes one of your ankles easily and places it on his shoulder, the other holding your hip.
He moves to align his length against your entrance, sliding up and down your slit to cover the head of his cock with your slick.
âW-waitâŚâŚ!â You breathe as you weakly press a hand onto his lower abdomen.
âPlease, just a little breakâŚâŚitâs too muchâŚâŚâ you say with a whimper, looking into his eyes with your own, tears of overstimulation prickling at the corner, threatening to spill, you beg him to give you some time, but instead, he smirks.
âDonât be scared, youâll forget about being tired soon.â With those words, he mercilessly sheaths his whole length inside of you, ignoring your struggling and crying, it stretches you way more than his fingers did as your pelvises meet harshly.
âFeels better than touching yourself, huh?â He rolls his hips teasingly, drawing a whine out from you, painful pleasure washes over you like waves crashing against the shore.
âAnd look what we have here,â he says, his finger slides down your stomach, to a certain point.
He guides you with his arm to slowly push yourself up and look down at where heâs pointing, when you do, your eyes widen.
Through your transparent stomach, you can see his massive cock inside of you. The sight is unusual, and embarrassing, so you squeeze your eyes shut and turn away, but he grasps onto your jaw and turns your face to see your stomach almost forcefully.
âLook at it, see whoâs gonna fuck you so well.â He says with that grin as he begins to thrust into you. Your tired self can only watch as his cock moves in and out of you, every slam against your pussy gains a whine from your lips.
He leans down to kiss your neck, sucking and biting the flesh there, almost enough to draw blood, the pain mixed with the feeling of him pushing in and out of you and that vein rubbing against your insides is just overwhelming. You feel that familiar knot forming inside of you again, you moan louder, echoing in the room along with the noise of your pussy squelching and his grunts.
His speed grows faster and faster, your whole body is trembling, youâre close.
As if sensing youâre near your orgasm, Kaneâs thrusts grow sloppier and more desperate, chasing his own high, the bed creaks and your body bounces along with his movements.
You canât take it anymore, with a loud scream, your back arches, your walls tighten around him, making him almost unable to move, the reaper groans at the sensation of you being so tight around him, but pushes on.
After a few more thrusts, he came, you feel something warm and hot fill you, the first bit of heat youâve felt from him today. You slowly look down, to see that your stomach is no longer transparent, a trail of white clear as day as it leaks out from where the two of you are still connecting.
You lay back down and sigh tiredly.
âDoes this meanâŚâŚI can go to heavenâŚâŚ?â You ask with a small, hopeful voice.
Kane looks down at you as if you said something funny, his eyes crinkle as a loud laugh escapes his mouth.
âOh little sweetheart, you couldâve.â
You feel your stomach drop.
âW-what do you meanâŚâŚ? You said I could go to heaven if IâŚâŚdo this with youâŚâŚâ you begin to panic, your head clearing up as you push yourself to sit up.
âHeaven? Who said anything about heaven? I said you can go to âa good placeâ if you agree to my conditions,â he says while shrugging. âPlus, touching yourself was no big crime, people like you probably gets reincarnation. But nowâŚâŚbribing your reaper so you can get to heaven? Now thatâs a one way ticket to hell.â
Your face pales, but he sees your fear as something adorable, a game, the childish cruelty of crushing a bug for fun. He pulls you close to his chest, you feel his cock hardening inside you again.
âOh donât worry, I mean it when I say you donât deserve hell, youâll stay with me, this is the only âgood placeâ for you now.â He laughed as he began to thrust into you again.
Your heart sinks to the bottom, tears stream down your face at the devastating truth, you were lied to, betrayed. Yet even if you blame it all on him, you have no choice but to become his, like he said, you have no better place to go.
Thought about making this into a full fic, but then I un-thinked.
So have this drabble of a yan detective:
âColin, someone filed another missing report.â Someone places a piece of paper on Colinâs desk. Seeing the name and the picture on the paper, Colin groans and lays back on his seat.
âAgain? Who filed it this time?â
Colinâs coworker sighs.
âAnother new one who claims to be their spouseâŚâŚitâs the fourth time this year.â
âMan, I wish they put trackers on babies so people can actually be found.â Colinâs coworker says again. âGood luck then, pal.â He then adds, leaving Colin in for a long night of working.
Colin is a vessel for justice, a savior to the stressed, and being able to be someoneâs hero has pushed him through dark times.
Thatâs why he is so determined to find you, he wants to become your savior.
It took him a long time, but he found you, curled up in the corner of some sort of room as a glorified cage.
When you hear the door being kicked open and you look up, your eyes meet, yours filled with joy when you realize youâre finally saved from being passed from one evil to another.
Yet his eyes tell a different story.
Oh the way all hell breaks loose when you wrap your arms around him, you thanked him too soon.
The moment he lay eyes on you, he had realized that as long as you roam freely on the streets, youâll never be safe. As a bringer of justice, he must take action.
You never got to return home, as Colin places your sleeping form on his bed, wiping the dried tears away from your stained face.
âYouâll understand, Iâm only saving you. Youâll understand that Iâm a good guy some day.â
Gently, he takes your hand and slides a ring with a shining ruby onto your ring finger. He admires the blinking light hidden inside and lowers his head to peck your finger.
Youâll never be gone again, your hero promises.
Fun fact, his full name is Colin Allcars, yes, a lame pun I found on the internet :^)
Kyle, your housekeeper is a good cook, as much as you hate to admit it. Even the most difficult recipes you ask for just to make his day harder, heâll place a perfect dish of it in front of you the next day while apologizing for not being able to make it the day before.
You will never tell him that you enjoy his cooking, and that you donât hate him as much as you seem to, but he doesnât seem to mind.
Seeing you finishing up all the food he makes makes him the happiest person on earth.
Even though he makes a variety of different foods, thereâs always this underlying taste inside, no matter how many times you ask him what his secret spice is, he always answers with:
âItâs love!â
Which you cringe at.
Once as youâre sitting on the counter, eating your lunch, while Kyleâs organizing things in the storage room, you hear a yell coming from him.
A bit worried, you went to check up on him, seeing him holding his wrist (which, for some reason has a cut that is there for months), you walk up to him and hold his bloody wrist in your hand, as you inspect it, you smell the familiar scent.
âYou smell delicious.â Without thinking, you said the words. You shut your mouth quickly and begin to panic internally, what did you just say?
Yet instead of giving you an awkward look, he gives you a wide smile, like he just heard the best news in the world.
You enjoy collecting things for your ball jointed doll, clothes, makeupâŚâŚyou dress him up so nicely and pour your soul into taking care of it.
You treasure your one and only doll, as they are hella expensive, and this baby was a rare opportunity, sold at an incredibly low price second hand online in near brand new condition, you had to!
You remember taking it out of the box and looking at it so fondly, it glassy eyes staring back into yours. You know that itâs your treasure.
But someone seems to see you as their treasure as well.
Ever since your doll moved in, youâve been finding odd things happening to you. You often receive packages from an unknown name, inside are always clothes, way too fancy and doll like for you.
You tried sending the clothes back, but when you check your packages, the address is always from your home. Of course, you donât wear them, but when you donât, you begin to find your clothes missing, one for every piece of clothing you receive, and at last, leaving you with no choice but to wear the ones with too many buttons and too much frills.
You would wake up in the morning with makeup on your face, painted lips and a deep blush and extended lashes, when you look in the mirror, you feel that you look just like a doll.
Through the mirror, your eyes meet with your doll on the shelf, you swear it was in a different pose last nightâŚâŚ
