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❀ About me: she/her, Libra sun, INFP, lesbian, polyglot
My name is Nana and I’m a 24-year-old yandere/dark fanfiction writer from Europe. Other than writing, I enjoy reading, baking, playing video games and learning new languages. I hope you’ll stick around and explore with me the disturbing depths of a yandere’s mind. Just don’t get too attached, darling. ♡
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❀ Current fandoms
✧ Resident Evil
✧ Silent Hill
✧ The Last of Us (video game franchise)
✧ Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
✧ DC
✧ Arcane ✧ Yellowjackets
❀ Characters I'm writing for (may be incomplete)
✧ Leon Kennedy, Chris Redfield, Carlos Oliveira, Jill Valentine, etc.
✧ James Sunderland, Pyramid Head
✧ Joel Miller, Ellie Williams, Abby Anderson
✧ Miguel O'Hara
✧ Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake
✧ Vi, Vander, Caitlyn Kiramman, Sevika, Silco ✧ Van Palmer, Tai Turner, Shauna Shipman, Natalie Scatorccio, etc.
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Sorry for the lack of writings for Kinktober the last two days. I felt a bit burned out from writing everyday, so I needed to take a break. But don't worry, I'll keep doing and eventually posting the last remaining prompts.
☆彡 Yan!Joel Miller x fem reader x Yan!Tommy Miller
☆彡 Day 26: lingerie
☆彡 Kinktober prompt list
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.
☆彡 A/N: This is a continuation of Day 5 and Day 22
! TW: noncon, threesome, captivity, cunnilingus (reader receiving), boobjob, ejaculation, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"I got you a little somethin', sweetheart. For bein' so nice lately."
Joel holds up a matching lingerie set, dangling it in front of you: a pair of sheer, dark, lacy panties that leave little to the imagination and an equally revealing bra to top it off. Your stomach grows sick at the sight.
"Got them while patrollin', found them in a shop and immediately thought of you. Why don't you try them on for me, hm?" Joel's voice is steel wrapped in velvet, deceptively soft with yet with an undeniable hard edge.
After nearly a year with him, you know not to defy him anymore. Ever since he shot you in your leg after your last escape attempt, you couldn't find it in yourself to try again. What good would it do you? He'd probably find you again and then put a bullet between your eyes instead. No, you won't risk it anymore. It's not too bad being with him, is it? After all, you have food and a roof over your head, which is more than most people do in this fucked up world.
So you take off your clothes and put on the lingerie for him.
Joel eagerly takes in your form, now only clad in the flimsy set. It's anything but comfortable or practical, but not like it matters too much. In a couple moments, he'll rip it off your body anyway.
"Christ, you're so goddamn beautiful, baby," Joel mumbles in what might be reverence. His strong, calloused hand runs over your breasts, feeling the delicate lace. "Knew it'd suit you. Good thing no one else will see you like this but me. Except for my baby brother."
As if on cue, Tommy enters the room.
You feel your blood freeze and stare at the man like a deer in the headlights. He glances back with a smirk on his face, lazily lingering in the entrance.
"Hope I didn't miss the show," Tommy says casually, as if nothing was wrong with this situation.
"Right on time," Joel replies. "You see, honey, I noticed Tommy eyein' you for a while now. Of course I wasn't happy that my own brother wanted a piece of my girl, but when he explained to me how he felt, I couldn't say no. I promised him one night with you. Of course I wouldn't leave you alone with him. If you think I'm rough, then you gotta brace yourself for him. Told him I reckon a delicate thing like you can't handle an eager man like him on her own."
Tommy lets out a quiet chuckle at that. "We'll see about that, Joel. She looks plenty capable to me."
And within seconds, both men are onto you.
Joel pushes you onto the dirty mattress on the floor, your back hitting the lumpy surface. He pushes your legs open, revealling your barely clothed cunt to his hungry gaze.
Meanwhile, Tommy straddles your waist as his hands paw at your tits. And Joel was right, his younger brother is much more eager than him: unlike Joel, who teases your clit over the soft fabric of the panties and slowly takes them off like unwrapping an expensive gift, Tommy doesn't care about all that. He isn't focused on the beautiful bra. Instead, his mind is set on what's hidden underneath. His patience has completely left him when he rips off the garment, shredding it in the process and making it unwearable.
"Dammit, Tommy, I just got her this set! Should've unclasp it instead of destroyin' it like a caveman."
The younger sibling is clearly unfazed by his big brother's insult. "Well, I'll find a new one for the next time, ain't that right, baby?"
Joel scoffs at that. "There ain't no next time for you."
After their squabble, they both resume with their touches. Unwanted, burning hot, and undeniably too much.
Joel's nose bumps against your clit when he licks a stripe up your folds, his beard occasionally scratching against your inner thighs in the processing and adding to the mixture of pain and pleasure. Eventually, his tongue finds its way inside you, fucking you in a steady rhythm that is slower and sweeter from what you're used with him.
Tommy, on the other hand, gropes your tits like his life depends on it. His thumb and index finger twist one of your stiff nipples, tugging on it, while his free hand hastily opens the fly of his jeans and frees his already fully erect cock. It's slightly less girthy than his brother's, but longer and smoother, and you know the tip would hit your cervix with every thrust if he were to fuck your cunt. Tommy then takes both your tits in his hands, smushes them together and starts thrusting his eager cock between them. It gives you a slight burn from the lack of lube, which makes you wince. However, ever so enthusiastic, his cock soon weeps pearly drops of pre, which helps a bit.
The two brothers fuck you both slow and fast, sensually and roughly, but always filled with a sick determination that one might confuse with love if they were delusional enough. Fortunately (or unfortunately), you can only see for what it is: two lonely men that cling onto the idea of companionship with the desperation of a caged feral animal.
You come first. Joel's tongue keeps hitting that sweet spot inside you, and his nose stimulates your bud with every thrust. You let out a strangled moan and screw your eyes shut, wanting to be as quiet as possible, to not show them how much this affects you. But Tommy notices immediately.
"Fuck, Joel, you got the princess here all worked up. Shit, that's so hot."
Tommy joins you in your orgasm, his movement stilling as hot spurts of come hit your collarbones and neck. Some drops make it onto your face and your hair, which causes a wave of revulsion to wash over you.
"Jesus, Tommy, you really had to leave your mark, didn't ya?" Joel scolds him in amusement.
The younger brother chuckles in return. "Gotta paint a canvas as pretty as this one, don't you agree?"
And when they both switch positions, you know it's gonna be a very long night, one you're not sure you can ever forget, even if you want to.
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.
! TW: dubcon (because reader is a sugar baby) turning noncon, stalking, spanking, sugar dating, age gap (reader is in her twenties, Bruce is in his forties), daddy kink, jealousy, future captivity, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
You look breathtaking in the dimmed lights of his penthouse.
Of course, you always look beautiful in Bruce's eyes: but seeing you in his property, wearing a pretty dress just for him, is different. It feels right, like home. Something he hasn't felt in quite a while.
However, Bruce isn't delusional, as much as he would like it to be sometimes. He knows you're only in for the money and good company. Such is the nature between a young woman and her sugar daddy. Yet, he couldn't help but fall in love with you over the course you two have been meeting up.
And Bruce is damned if he's gonna let someone else have you.
Sure, you're a young thing, and you have so many options. But you could never do better than him, the handsome billionaire that's so highly sought after. So why did you have to lie to him and see some other guy behind his back? Wasn't he clear enough when he said you can't go on dates with anyone else as long as you two have your arrangement?
Well, you've been lying about many things to him, so he shouldn't be surprised after all.
Bruce easily found out your real name (so much prettier and more fitting than that horrible fake name you offered him, and still, he hasn't had the chance yet to call you by it), and your address, and where your family lives, and who you hang out with, and what you wear for bed, and how you like to pleasure yourself— to say he knows everything about you would be an understatement. Bruce breathes you in, carries you deep inside his skin wherever he is, and yet you have not a single clue about it.
He's gonna make sure you're gonna know now though.
A few moments later, the two of you are in the lavish bedroom. You waste no time in kissing him, your sweet lips wandering down from his mouth to his neck, leaving lipstick stains in their wake.
"I've got a surprise for you," you wink at with a coy smile. "But you gotta help me out of this dress first. Would you mind unzip me?"
There's nothing Bruce would love more.
His hands trail up over your hips and waist before he catches the zipper at the back and slowly, sensually, pulls it down. You make a show to wiggle out of the dress, letting him take in your matching lace bra and panties, the one he bought for you.
"And? You like your surprise?" Your voice sounds husky.
Bruce's eyes roam eagerly over your form, a slight smirk playing on his lips. "Of course I do, my darling. But before I'm going to rip off that surprise from you, I'd like you to come here."
He sits down and pats his lap. Bruce can see the hesitance in your eyes. But still, you follow his order, like the good girl you are.
Well, usually at least.
"C'mon, sweetheart, bottom up," he murmurs, and you follow. Drapped across his lap, Bruce's hand caresses your ass cheek lovingly, and he feels you melt into the touch.
That's when he strikes.
You yelp in surprise and what he assumes is pain as well when he starts spanking you. You immediately try to scramble away, but his free hand presses you down on the small of your back, keeping you nice and trapped in his lap.
"Oh no, baby, you're not going anywhere until Daddy's punished you properly for going against his words. Isnt' that right?" He utters your real name at the end of the sentence, and your eyes widen in shock.
"How do you know-"
"Your name? It wasn't hard to find out, sweetheart. Neither was it that you decided to fool around with some other man when I told you you're mine."
Another strike, another wince.
Tears sparkle in your eyes as you plead for him to stop, but he doesn't. No, Bruce needs to make sure the lesson sticks with you, and that will only be the case once your ass is raw.
"I'm sorry, Bruce!" You cry out, your lovely voice shaky.
"Now, don't be disrespectful, baby. You know what to call me."
It takes another slap until you reply again, your ass moving oh so beautifully from the impact. "I'm sorry, daddy! I won't see him again, I promise."
"Oh I know, I'll make sure of that," Bruce whispers, barely audible. After tonight, he's never going to let you out of his sight again or any of his properties. Not that you need to work anyway, he can support you for a dozen lifetimes.
He goes on spanking you until he's sure your rear is so tender you won't be able to sit comfortable for a day or two. Your cries have turned into soft whimpers as he shushes you.
"Shhh, it's okay, my love. Daddy's going to take care of you."
A finger runs down your lacy panties, feeling the wet patch that has formed there.
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.
☆彡 A/N: Shauna and reader are at least 18 in this fic.
! TW: noncon, gagging, hunting/predator and prey, death threats (fuck or die), allusions to cannibalism, unprepped sex, spit as lube, sadism, fingering (reader receiving), yandere and possessive behaviour, spoilers for Season 3 of Yellowjackets, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"Fucking shut up!"
Shauna doesn't hold back.
With a hard shove, you land face-first in the snow, the cold seeping deep inside your bones and making your teeth clatter. It doesn't help that you shed some of your clothes during the hunt, trying to lure the others onto a wrong track so that they wouldn't find you.
The plan was simply: play decoy, hide from the others, wait until Natalie has called for help, get rescued.
Of course Shauna had to complicate things.
She saw right through your plan. No wonder with how she's been onto you ever since you stranded in the wilderness. She's been your constant shadow, observing every little thing you did, and probably writing creepy stuff about you in her journal (God knows you don't wanna glimpse into her disturbing mind). You're well aware that none of you are saints here, but since Shauna's become the new leader of the group and had a taste of power, she's turned downright scary and dangerous. It was only a matter of time until she'd pounce on you.
You keep screaming at her, hurling insults (which, granted, doesn't seem like the smartest thing in this situation), and telling her to let you go. Shauna doesn't seem to appreciate your lack of respect as she rips off pieces of your underdress and stuffs your mouth with them. She ties another piece of clothing around your face and over your mouth, effectively gagging you. All that comes out are soft whimpers.
"Listen here, you bitch," Shauna hisses into your ear. "I'm gonna give you a chance to make this out alive, well, if you find a hiding spot and survive the cold, that is." Your ears perk up at that. "You're gonna take what I'm gonna give you, and if you struggle for a single second, I make sure to cut each limb off of you and serve it to the rest of us. Got it?"
You frantically nod and let out affirmative hums. Whatever fucked up thing she has in store for you, it cannot be worse than to be killed and eaten. You need to survive and go back home, no matter what, especially when you're this close to the finish line.
Shauna kneels down, flips up your underdress and cuts your panties so that they fall down. Dread fills your body as you realise what she's truly going to do in you.
Sure, you knew about her fixation on you and her obsessive tendencies, but you had no clue she'd go that far.
She seems to sense your fear and relish in it. "You can still back out if you prefer the other option."
You desperately shake your head.
"Yeah, thought so."
With those words, Shauna spits onto her fingers plunges two digits inside you, not caring that you're nearly not wet enough to make this work. Her middle and ring finger pump in and out of you in a brutal pace, and you yelp in pain from the intrusion and movement. When you glance up, you see Shauna with a cruel smirk on her face, her eyes shining in what you only can describe as mania. When she sees your tear-stricken face, she increases her pace, and you swear the glint in her eyes intensifies.
"If you come, I'll even give you a head start before I tell the others in which direction I think you ran."
And, God, you hate yourself for it, but you obey.
Your hips move up into her thrusts so that her fingers graze against that special spot inside you. You let out a strangled moan, sparks igniting in your body. You feel how you get slicker, how Shauna's finger don't need to bully themselves inside you but effortlessly pump in and out of you. It both relieves and disgusts you to no end.
In your peripheral vision, you notice her thumb hovering over your clit, but it never actually touches you. Of course she wouldn't make things easier for you. So you keep thrusting back and close your eyes, imagining that someone you actually love and care about is fucking you.
And it does help, because after a while, you feel your orgasm approaching rapidly, like a tidal wave that threatens to drown you. Your pussy clenches around her when the coil inside you finally snaps.
Shauna doesn't miss how you come and lets out a cruel, amused chuckle. She doesn't let you ride out your peak and instead quickly pulls out her fingers, leaving you cold and empty again.
Rising up, Shauna looks down at you lying in the snow, taking in how you struggle to breathe through the gag.
"I suggest you run now. Who knows who'll find you next, and they might not be as nice as I was with you."
With those parting words, Shauna vanishes in the woods.
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.
☆彡 A/N: This is inspired by a Miguel piece @/yandere-daydreams did!
! TW: allusions to future noncon, drugging, biting, kidnapped reader, praise kink, allusions to pregnancy, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"Shh, shh, it's okay, mi vida. You're safe with me, I promise."
Your breath comes out laboured, your heart races. What the hell just happened?
One moment, you were just outside the supermarket, carrying your groceries as you made your way back home, the next you saw some weird portal opening and a masked man in a superhero suit slapping a watch onto your wrist and pulling you with him.
You look around, your grocery bag already dropped down on the floor. You're in a peculiar office, filled with several monitors that's on a raised platform.
The man now got rid of his mask, so you can finally see his face: undoubtedly, he's an attractive man, with his warm brown eyes that have a reddish tint to them, his high cheekbones, his silky hair. That doesn't make you any less afraid of the situation.
When he sees how freaked out you are, he grabs your face in between his hands and leans down so that he can look directly into your eyes.
"I know this is confusing, I know you must be scared, but it's gonna be alright. I'm gonna explain everything to you soon, cariño. I just need to get something done and then I'll take you home."
The word 'home' makes your ears perk up.
"You mean it? You'll really take me back home?" Your voice sounds whiny yet hopeful.
The stranger smiles at that. "I mean it. You just stay put, yeah? I'll be right back."
With those words, he swings down with the help of what looks like cobwebs and leaves you alone.
You start thinking about this whole scenario, now that your head is a bit clearer. This man, he's wearing a superhero suit, something that Spider-Man would wear… and the cobwebs… But Spider-Man is only a comic figure, right? There's no way this can be real… and yet, you've seen it. Are you losing your mind? Have you fallen asleep somewhere and this is all just a wild dream.
You keep snooping around the platform a bit until the man comes back.
He doesn't say much, only leading you outside with an arm wrapped around your waist, before he picks you up and swings from skyscraper to skyscraper with his cobwebs. You cling onto him for dear life and avoid looking down, which makes him chuckle.
Luckily, not long after, you two arrive at a penthouse. You look around, but are left confused.
"So, um, do you have a portal thingie hidden here so that you can bring me back home, Spider-Man?" you ask.
The man gives you a weird look: it's intense and makes you wanna cower, like he's the predator and you're his prey. "My name is Miguel O'Hara," he replies. "And you're already there, mi corazón. This is your home."
You let out an awkward laugh, thinking he's joking, but his gaze remains serious. "I'm sorry, but I don't follow. This isn't my home, hell, I don't even think I'm in the correct dimension. I have no clue what's going on, but I know that sure."
Miguel sighs. "You're right, this isn't the dimension you were born into, but it's the one you should be in. With me." He steps closer, towering over you. "Mi vida, you and I are meant to be." His hand cups your cheek, his thumb rubbing gently over your cheekbone. "There was a dimension where we were married. And we had a daughter, a beautiful girl named Gabriella. Our life was perfect, it was everything I could have ever wished for, until…" The crimson tint in his eyes takes over as they darken. Miguel doesn't tell you what happened afterwards, but it's clear it must have been something tragic and traumatic. "You need to stay here. It's my duty as Spider-Man and your husband to keep you safe and close to me."
You offer him a disturbed look. "But you're not my husband. Just because some version of us in a different universe was married doesn't mean we are."
A vein visibly pops in Miguel's forehead at your defiant words and he takes a deep breath. He seems to lose his patience, and it scares you a little. "I know you're overwhelmed, but you need to listen to me. This is the best for everyone. We can be happy again, and nothing will happen to you. This time, I can save you, and our daughter."
Alarm bells ring in your head, and dread fills your body at the implication. Obviously, you don't have a child with him, a man you met not even an hour ago. When you catch his gaze drifting to your stomach, your suspicions have been confirmed.
"No, this is going way too far. You get me back to my dimension, right now."
"Mi cielo, I just told you-"
"And I don't care, you're obviously a deranged creep who kidnapped me, and I-"
"Cállate!" His voice bellows through the penthouse and leaves you speechless for a moment. But only a short one.
"What the fuck is wrong with you? Bring me back home, or I swear I will-"
"You what, huh?" You have to crane your neck to look up to him, his sheer height and muscles dwarfing you. Despite his now hushed tone, the expression on his face is one of dark resolve. "Don't kid yourself, there's nothing you can do about this. You're too weak, too naïve to even dare think you could take it up with me." Miguel suddenly grips your shoulders, keeping you locked in place, before he nuzzles into your neck and bites down hard. You feel teeth break the skin, two sharp incisors, and you hiss at the sudden pain.
However, the pain is only temporary and soon makes place for another sensation, a strange woozy feeling takes over instead, and in only a couple instants you lose control over your body. One of Miguel's hands wanders down, his arm now holding your waist so that you won't fall down. And once again, he reassures you today, just like he did when he kidnapped you earlier.
"It's fine, shhh." His voice is now a soft murmur, no trace of the previous harshness left now that you're putty in his hands. "My venom will keep you immobile for an hour or two, but it's for the best. Now you can show me what a good girl you are, hm?" Miguel places a tender kiss on your temple before he picks you up and leads you to the bedroom. "And I can worship you like the angel you are when you listen to me. I'm gonna kiss every inch of your beautiful body, gonna make love to you all night long until you can't imagine not being filled with my seed. You're gonna be such a good mami, such a good wife for me."
And when he puts you down on the bed, you can't even wipe the tears from your eyes.
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.
☆彡 A/N: This is a continuation of Day 5, but you can also read it as a stand-alone if you like
! TW: noncon, gun play (getting fucked with a gun), kidnapped reader, violence towards reader (getting shot in the legs), hair pulling, humiliation kink, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"Fucking hell, I oughta lock you up in a cage if you keep runnin' away like that."
You wince in pain as he pulls tighter on your hair. But whenever you lean away, the grip simply turns more painful, making it seem like he's ripping the hair out of your scalp. Reluctantly, you stop struggling and let him manhandle you, dragging you across the dirty forest soil.
You hardly made it outside the city when Joel caught you. This was your fifth attempt to get away from the horrible man who's been keeping you captive for over half a year.
Five attempts. Six months. Still no escape.
That realisation hurts even more than your leg Joel shot you in to hinder you from going any further.
Joel suddenly stops dragging you and lets go of his hold on your hair. You slump forward face first, mud now staining your cheek. You try to get up, but you know it's an impossible feat, so you resign to your fate of whatever he has in store for you. When you slowly look up to him, Joel has that cruel glint in his eyes again, and you know this can't mean anything good.
He takes a couple steps back, and for a moment you believe he'll leave you, let you be found by a horde of infected who'll have you as their next meal. But he doesn't. Instead, Joel is standing now a few feet away from you, still staring down at you.
"Alright, sweetheart, if you wanna make it outta here in one piece, I reckon you gotta work for it after bein' difficult again. Crawl towards me."
That bastard has the audacity to smirk at you while he's getting off on seeing you at your lowest. A spark of defiance reignites the ever burning flame of hatred you harbour deep inside for him, and you decide it's better to end up dead at the hands of infected or wild animals than to spend another second with him in your prison. You stay put, not moving a single inch.
Joel doesn't appreciate your resistance one bit. He draws out his gun again from the holster and shoots you for a second time in your leg. The pain hits you like a lightning bolt, flashes of burning heat again rolling over you. You let out a scream, and tears spring in your eyes.
"Now, baby girl, if you wanna keep the other limbs intact I suggest you start crawlin'."
And despite the hatred, despite the utter humiliation, you crawl towards him, like a pathetic worm.
His smirk only widens at the sight. "What a good girl you are," he praises in a mocking tone. "You know the drill by now: take your punishment and I'll make it all good again."
When you've reached his feet, you expect him to kiss his shoes (which wouldn't be the first time), but instead, he kneels down. Joel looks at the gun in his hand before he glances back at you. "I'm gonna give you two choices: either you can suck on my gun before I'm fucking you with it, get it all nice and wet, or I'll stick it up right now, no prep. Either way, it's gonna find its way inside this sweet cunt."
None of these options sound good, but you guess that's the whole point. You gotta do the best out of this situation, even if only a little bit.
"I'll suck it…," you mumble in shame and look down. Wasting no time, Joel pushes the gun in your mouth, the slighty warm metal from the muzzle and smoke filling up your senses. Gingerly, you wrap your tongue around it, coat the gun in your saliva.
"Do it correctly. Imagine it's my cock. You know how I like it."
So you start bobbing your head, running your tongue underneath the muzzle, imagining it's the prominent vein of Joel's cock. He lets you go on like this for what feels like an eternity before he finally pulls it out.
Joel walks around you and settles behind you, straddling your thighs. His body weight and the fact he's pulling down your trousers and underwear only heighten the pain in your injured leg. Joel gropes your ass with one calloused hand, gripping onto the cheek before he gets to the main course and slips the gun inside you. The saliva does make it more bearable as he thrusts the weapon in and out of you in a hard pace. Your hands claw into the soil, dirt getting underneath your chipped fingernails as you try to distract yourself somehow from this nightmare.
"You know, at this point I reckon you're some kind of adrenaline junkie," Joel murmurs while he continues fucking you with the gun. "All these escape attempts always lead to punishment, yet you still seek them out. Baby, if you like it rough you just need to tell me, no need to run away."
Tears of humiliation burn in your eyes.
"Well, good news then I didn't turn the safety on then. That'll help you gettin' off, knowin' that one wrong movement, one small pull of the trigger, will kill you. Won't it, darlin'?"
You're terrified, obviously. But you know you need to play along if you want to make it out in one piece. So you nod and move your hips in tandem to the thrusts to the best of your abilities, wanting to come as quickly as possible so that he'll finally pull that thing out of you.
Fear is a funny thing. Despite feeling anything but lust, your body responds as though it's aroused, instinctively knowing what it needs to do to survive. The gun now effortlessly glides in and out of you as you produce more and more slick, and soon enough, you feel the first signs of your orgasm approaching. Your walls flutter around the weapon, and you keep thrusting back against it, until you feel the coil inside you snap and you come with a silent moan and eyes screwed shut.
Finally, Joel pulls the gun out. He puts back on your clothes and then carefully picks you up bridal style before he walks back towards the city. Every jostle shoots more pain up your legs, and you let out soft whimpers.
Joel shushes you and presses a surprisingly soft kiss onto your temple. "I know you're in pain, sweetheart. I'll patch you up once we're back," he whispers in a gentle tone.
You hate the sweetness, hate how you secretly crave it when he's the cause of all your agony in the first place. But bitterness is the luxury of a free woman, so you seek out his comfort, even if it hits you like a bullet.
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.
☆彡 A/N: This one is kinda sad, sorry for that
! TW: noncon, monster fucking/teratophilia, depictions of gore/body horror, creampie, size kink, marital problems, mentions of loss and grief, mentions of shame, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
The whole town is filled with a thick fog. It covers everything, from the woods you had to walk through to reach Silent Hill to the desolate streets. If you hadn't thought this whole thing is eerie before, you'd definitely believe it now. The atmosphere feels heavy, almost suffocating, and your anxiety increases with every step you take.
You know James must be here, you've read the letter he received from his late first wife, and you've seen his car at the parking lot, but you haven't met him yet. In fact, you haven't encountered any other living soul here.
When you first met James, you knew he came with some baggage. You knew it wasn't going to be easy to be with a recent widower, you knew that Mary was the love of his life, and that when he lost her to illness, he lost everything. Yet, there was a small part inside you hoping that your love could help him learn to heal and live again. You thought that when you both were at the altar, promising to love each other, through sickness and in health, that he might finally want to move on with you.
And then the letter came.
You found it hidden in a drawer. James still doesn't know you've read it, or that you decided to secretly follow him to Silent Hill. Hell, you don't even know what's going on: either someone allowed themselves to play a really disturbing prank on you by sending a letter in James's deceased wife's name, or both of you are actually losing your mind. You don't have a clue what the supposed special spot is, as James rarely indulges in memories of Mary with you: rather, he bottles it all up, drawing inside himself and you let him. Watch as he still agonises her death with a heavy heart.
As you roam the quiet streets, you suddenly hear a noise coming from a nearby shop. You startle, but don't think much of it. It must have been a raccoon or something. So you keep walking, keep looking for your husband, when the fog slowly clears up a little and you finally see what you're walking into: in fact, you're not alone. A bunch of what looks like a grotesque version of women are a couple feet ahead of you, dragging themselves through the streets. They look otherwordly, with their ashy, sickly-tinted skin, their dirty clothes, their unpredictable and hacked movements. Some of them have no eyes, their dark and empty eye sockets fixed in an ever distressed expression, and have their mouths sewn shut. These creatures let out muffled whimpers. The other monsters are entirely faceless and their chest area has a gaping hole: a thick black liquid oozes out of them, slowing dripping onto the floor, and a grey, shrivelled, rotting heart weakly but steadily beats inside the gap.
You cover your mouth as to not let out a scream at this horrible sight. Slowly, you take some steps back, trying not to alert the creatures, but it's all for naught when you step on some glass from a broken window. The crushing sound immediately makes them turn their heads into your direction and charging at you. Your instincts take over, and you immediately run away.
To your luck, the creatures are rather slow, so you manage to outrun them. You find yourself in an alley, desperately catching your breath. Through the fog, you see someone else at the end of the alley. Or more like something else. This creature is different from the others: he looks more like a man, rather human actually with his muscular arms and dirty butcher's apron. If it wasn't for the huge pyramidic metal helmet replacing where normally a head would be. The creature carries a broadsword with him, dragging it across the pavement with a screech. Your heart beats wildly at the sight, and you decide you'd rather take your chances with the female monsters than with him.
You run back from where you came from, out of the alley and away from him. But right as you round the corner, the creature is suddenly in front of you. You don't even have time to process how he was able to be here when he was behind you just a moment ago, because Pyramid Head (you decide this is a fitting name for the monster), grabs your throat and pushes you against the brick wall. You whine in pain from the impact and already say internally goodbye to your life, thinking that soon you'll end up being sliced upon by his sword.
Much to your surprise, Pyramid Head does no such thing. Instead, the creature rams his sword into the ground, keeps his one hand on your throat, and with his now free hand, he explores your nether regions as his meaty, gloved fingers brush over your clothed slit. Tears form in your eyes at the realisation of what's going to happen. You struggle in his hold, but Pyramid Head only grips your throat tighter, effectively cutting off your airflow and making you struggle to breathe. So you stop fighting back, which immediately makes him loosen his hold again.
Pyramid Head's fingers have now found your clit and start circling it. You close your eyes and imagine it's James who's doing this instead, your passive, sweet husband who decided to spice things up in the bedroom. This helps making the whole situation more bearable, but, to your shame, it also makes you wet. Pyramid Head notices this as well and pulls off your panties before pushing his apron aside and opening his fly. You reluctantly open your eyes again and see a huge cock springing out. Your eyes widen, the size of it being something you've never witnessed before. It must be nearly as big and long as your forearm, which fills you with absolute dread, but also a tiny spark of arousal.
Pyramid Head doesn't waste much time and instantly enters you. You hiss at the sudden intrusion. His cock is too big, too long, too much. You want him out of you, away from you, gone. You wish you never came here in the first place, you wish you could— but, oh God, now he's moving, and he's filling you up so much, the veins dragging across your walls in a way you've never experienced before, even hitting that sweet spot inside you that you only ever reach when you do it alone. You let out a moan, and Pyramid Head starts fucking you in earnest now. His hips move in a slow but deep, punishing pace, making your body jerk up with every thrust. Another wave of hot shame flushes over you as you realise your body actually enjoys what's happening.
So you close your eyes once more and imagine James and his gentle lovemaking again, but this time, it does nothing to you. In your mind, James's face morphs with the metal of Pyramid Head's helmet, your husband's almost impassive thrusts replaced with the creature's assertive movement. You feel guilty, dirty even for having these thoughts, but they won't stop.
Soon enough, you feel your orgasm approaching. Your stomach tightens both in arousal and shame as you find your peak, a strangled sound leaving your mouth which is something between a moan and a cry.
"I'm sorry, James!" you whimper during your release, your cunt gripping Pyramid Head's cock and tears falling down your face. "I'm sorry I can't be who you need. And I'm sorry you're not who I want."
Pyramid Head comes deep inside you, the creature filling you with his seed before he pulls out and lets go of you. You fall down on your knees and stare up to him as he grabs his sword. Now you think he's going to kill you after he's had his way, but no such thing: he simply walks away, ignoring you completely.
After a few moments of gathering your thoughts, you slowly stand up and pull up your panties, covering your soiled pussy again. As you make your way back through the cemetary and to the parking, you think that maybe James isn't that crazy when he believed that this mysterious letter really came from his deceased wife.
Maybe, you ponder, it's for the best he'll find Mary, join her. And never come back to you.
My super talented friend drew me and Vampire Van Palmer from Yellowjackets as a birthday gift!! I'm truly blessed to have such amazing friends like him <3
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life.
☆彡 A/N: I hope this one is getting you excited (wink wink) for Halloween
! TW: dubcon, masturbation, mentions of murder, stalking, reader is slightly insecure about her naked body, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
You sigh as you turn off the TV. Watching horror movies all night long on your own is only fun to a certain degree.
You put the remote away and turn on your back, staring at the ceiling of your bedroom in frustration. Your girlfriend just had to leave you alone on Halloween night. Sure, she asked you to join, but you didn't feel safe going to a party filled with strangers when there's a serial killer roaming the streets. Besides, even if the likelihood of the killer attacking you was slim, there's still the problem of your stalker.
A shudder goes down your back at the thought of them. The last couple weeks, you've received phone calls by an unknown number. Every time you picked up, the only thing you could hear was laboured breathing. And then, the letters followed: the proclamations of love by a clearly deranged person who has already laid claim on you haunt you.
You shake your head, trying to get rid of the thoughts of your stalker. You're home. You're fine. You're safe. There has been no phone call tonight and no letter either. You should relax.
And what better way to blow off some steam than to masturbate?
You wiggle out of your sleeping shorts and underwear, leaving your lower half exposed to the cool air of your room. Slowly, your hand snakes down your body until your fingers reach your nub. You circle your clit in a gentle rhythm, trying to get into the mood. You close your eyes, your face illuminated by the dim light of your bedside lamp, as you imagine your girlfriend with you. You remember how she ate you out last night, making you come like crazy as she sucked on your clit and let her fingers rub that special spot inside you that made you see stars.
"Oh God," you mumble. Your breathing picks up and you feel yourself getting wetter.
In that moment, the door opens.
You're scared shitless when you see someone in Ghostface attire standing in the doorway, your fingers immediately pulling away from your pussy. Then, you remember how your girlfriend put on that costume before she left.
"Fuck, baby, I didn't hear you come back home. You scared me with that stupid costume."
She tilts her head sideways, the Ghostface mask's open mouth now having an inquisitive air to it.
"You're home early. Guess the party wasn't that good, huh?"
The room stays silent, your girlfriend not bothering to give you a reply. You start getting annoyed by her stoic demeanour.
"Seriously? Are you still angry at me for not joining you? Do I get the silent treatment now?"
Instead of verbally answering, she approaches you. Your girlfriend sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you into her lap. You yelp at the unexpected movement.
"Woah, slow down! What are you doing?"
You see yourself in the mirror across from you. Your hair is slightly dishevelled from your previously lying form and your legs are spread, revealing your glistening pussy. The lewd reflection makes you suddenly feel self-conscious.
"Is this your way of mocking me? You know I don't like staring at my naked body…"
Your girlfriend continues to remains silent.
"Fucking hell, can you say something? You're starting to piss me off."
You try to wiggle out of her hold, but her hand suddenly wraps around your throat. Your breath hitches. She doesn't put any pressure on it, but the threat is there. And, God, you hate to admit it but it excites you.
Meanwhile, her other hand wanders down until her fingers find your already well lubricated hole. The leather glove feels cool as she shoves her middle and ring finger inside, filling you up. Slowly, she begins moving them, teasing you with her lethargic pace. The sound of squelching reverberates in the room. You keep your gaze fixated on the fingers and grow hotter by the image. You want, no, need her to go faster.
"Please, baby, I wanna come."
Your words do wonders, because your girlfriend doesn't waste a single second in playing around anymore. Her fingers hit your sweet spot with skilled precision. You let out a moan and screw your eyes shut. Immediately, the hand around your throat tightens, which makes you open them in slight fear. Only then the grip gentles again, her gloved thumb rubbing soothingly over your racing pulse. Understanding the message, you keep your gaze on your cunt.
It doesn't take long for you to eventually come. You feel the waves of pleasure crashing over you, spreading from your pussy to the tips of your toes.
"Fuck!"
Your girlfriend fingers you through your orgasm. When she notices you squirming uncomfortable in her lap from the overstimulation, she finally pulls out. Your slick glistens obscenely on the black leather, making you clench one last time at the erotic sight.
Your girlfriend gently lays you down on the bed. The hand that has been around your throat caresses your cheek, and even though you can't see her face right now, you're sure she looks at you with a tender gaze. You feel exhausted from that mind-blowing peak, so you don't question why she doesn't immediately join you in bed, assuming she's just gonna take a shower first as she leaves the room. You don't notice how much taller and muscular she looks in the costume, how uncharacteristic it is for her to not even say a single word, how her shoes have speckles of blood on them.
No, you have no clue how your actual girlfriend lies dead in a ditch and how the person who finger fucked you into oblivion was her killer and your stalker Abby Anderson.
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life
☆彡 A/N: This is a birthday special, since I'm turning 24 today! I hope you don't mind the self-indulgence, haha
! TW: dubcon, kidnapping, creampie, mentions of marriage, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
You feel something against your temple. Something soft and slightly wet, something mildly scratchy as well.
"Wake up, birthday girl."
The voice — deep with an ever present slightly teasing lilt — sends a shudder down your spine. Not the pleasant kind, though.
Reluctantly, you blink your eyes open. The first thing you see is Carlos's smiling face, his dark eyes shining in anticipation and affection.
"I hope you didn't sleep the whole day while I was gone," he jokes, but you can clearly hear the note of concern hidden beneath the happy façade.
Of course you slept the whole day, how else are you gonna bear the fact you're the prisoner of a deranged man? Ever since Carlos rescued you in Raccoon City, he's been obsessed with you to the point he took you with him and never let you go.
("It's too dangerous," he said whenever you begged him to free you. "When those motherfuckers from Umbrella catch you, now that I've gone rogue and they know about your ties to me, they'll torture you. Hell, they might even turn you into some bioweapon. I can't let that happen, baby. I love you too much for that.")
You just shrug your shoulders at Carlos's question, hoping you look unbothered enough. "'was just tired," you mumble softly.
"C'mon, sweetheart, it's your birthday! You can't snooze on such a special day, especially when I've got surprises in store for you!" He playfully ruffles your hair before he drags you out of bed and into the kitchen of the small apartment you're currently hiding in (for how long, you don't know. With Carlos's less-than-safe lifestyle, you'll probably be gone in two weeks again.)
The table is set with a bunch of takeout food, all your favourites you realise. Carlos even got a small cake with the typical birthday wishes and your name on it.
The two of you eat: you with little enthusiasm, Carlos with a grin on his face and constant chatter, trying to cheer you up in any way possible. He even sings Happy Birthday to you in both English and Portuguese. You gather the remained of your energy to fake a small smile at that.
After dinner, Carlos tells you to wait a moment.
"I need to do something real quick for the surprise." He winks at you before he vanishes into the bedroom.
A couple moments later, Carlos returns and takes your hand, leading you back into the bedroom. The space is filled with the cloying scent of vanilla that eminates from the now lit candles, the light of the flames creating an intimate, atmosphere. Rose petals are strewn across the sheets, the perfect picture of romance.
You feel a pair of strong arms holding you from behind. "Do you like the surprise, meu amor?" Carlos whispers in your ear.
And you hate it.
You hate how he's twisted love, how he turned it into a cruel mockery, a pale image of how it's supposed to be. Of what you could have if he hadn't kidnapped you.
But you don't have any fight left in you.
So instead, you offer Carlos a weak smile. "Yeah, it's sweet."
He presses a kiss onto the crown of your head before he leads you to the bed, gently lowering you onto the mattress. Carlos looks at you like you hung the moon and the stars in the night sky, like you're the only thing that matters in the universe. You think that under different circumstances, you might have been able to love him back.
Carlos quickly gets rid of his clothes, leaving him in all his naked glory: tan skin, strong muscles, and a dark happy trail leading to the taft of curls sitting right above his girthy cock.
He wastes no time in stripping you bare as well before he joins you in bed, hovering above you. Carlos kisses your neck while his fingers play with your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub until he can feel you get wet.
When he's done prepping you, Carlos sits up and lines his cock with your entrance. You slightly wince when the bulbous tip breaches your hole. In the time you've been with Carlos, he's fucked you countless times, but you've never got used to the sheer girth of his cock. Unlike the other times though, when he's lost in the throes of passion, he's extra careful today: Carlos enters you slowly, making sure you don't get hurt. When he eventually bottoms out, he hisses when he feels your tight, wet around you, engulfing him completely.
"God, you're perfect. I love you, baby, I love you so fucking much."
Carlos's thrust are slow, deep and sensual. He stares into your eyes while he moves, and for once it feels like he's making love to you instead of just fucking you. You're not sure which one is worse.
Carlos leans down to kiss you, all slow tongue movement and silent love declarations, as he picks up the pace. You can feel how the tip brushes against your sweet spot, making you involuntarily moan against his mouth, how the veins drag against your walls in what feels like a sensual caress.
Your orgasm draws closer, the steady rhythm and deep thrusts bringing you to your peak. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. As you come, gripping his cock tightly in the process, Carlos's rhythm stutters, indicating he's about to find his release as well.
A couple thrusts later, he comes as well, screwing his eyes shut as his seed spurts deep inside you.
"Fuck, baby, eu te amo, meu bem," Carlos whispers in his native tongue before he pulls out his softening cock.
His strong arms pick you up and lead you to the bathroom, where he draws a bath for you.
While you're sitting in the warm bubble water, pretending you're anything but with your kidnapper, Carlos asks you to close your eyes.
"I'll be back soon, my love, I just got one last surprise for you."
Reluctantly, you follow his instructions.
Once Carlos tells you to open your eyes again, he's with you in the tub, his chest pressing against your back as he gently holds you. Something slightly cool sits around your neck and you notice quickly it's a necklace with a simple gold ring dangling from it.
Dread fills your body at the implication.
"This is my promise to you, baby," Carlos whispers in your ear, his fingers playing with the ring attached to the necklace. "I know you've been unhappy with all the hiding, but I've come far along in my research. Soon, I'll be able to track those Umbrella bastards, and once I've got rid of them, we can finally start our life together. As husband and wife."
He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek.
"Happy Birthday, sweetheart. To a future where we'll celebrate every birthday together."
You're sure Carlos can taste the saltiness on your cheek.
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life
☆彡 A/N: Greetings from Paris! I'm currently on a trip, which is why Day 18, 19, and 20 have been written in advance. Don't worry, they're gonna be posted everyday just like the others. Enjoy!
! TW: dubcon (since reader is a brothel worker), sub reader/dom Sevika, size kink, sex toys/strap, orgasm control, riding, ass groping, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"You're being extra greedy today, aren't you?"
Smoke from Sevika's previous cigar still permeates the air, making the windowless room of the brothel even stuffier. Her fingers lazily fuck into you, three at the same time. You mewl when they drag across your walls, angling for that special spot inside you.
Sevika's both your favourite and your most feared customer.
Favourite, because she always makes you come (even if she takes her sweet time) and she tips well. Not to mention she's also a feast for your eyes: her cocky smile, her silver eyes, her big muscles, they all make you swoon.
But you can't deny that Sevika is an intimidating figure. After all, she's Silco's right hand. You've seen how she took care of the people opposing her boss, it's only natural to feel scared. Especially when Sevika extends that kind of loyalty to you.
("I don't care if it's your job," she hissed in your ear, her breath filled with whiskey and ice-cold rage. "You're not gonna let them touch you again. If they do, I'll make sure they have no hands left to do so anymore, got it? You're mine.")
None of that matters though right now, because whenever she fills you up, you're ready to do about anything she tells you to.
Your cunt clenches around her deliciously thick, strong fingers, and you know your orgasm is close. "Please, 'Vika, wanna come so bad," you moan. "Please let me come."
Sevika's eyes glint in the dim light like a thunderstorm. She smirks cruelly before pulling out of you. You whine at the loss, clenching around nothing. The lack of sensation causes your rising orgasm to quickly ebb away.
"I don't think so, baby. How about you beg some more, and maybe I'll reward you with something bigger, hm?"
Internally, you scream at her to just fuck you, but you know you can't be bratty, that would just make her drag this out until you lose your mind. So instead, you look up to her, and start begging like the good girl she wants you to be.
"Can you please fuck me, 'Vika? Please, I need you so bad, only you can make me come. I promise I'll take everything you give me."
Sevika doesn't say anything. She looks like she's considering, like she isn't waiting to just pound into you.
'Liar,' you think to yourself. You can see how her hand is twitching, eager to touch you again.
"Well, since you've asked so nicely, I guess I can help you out."
Sevika slowly pulls down her trousers and underwear, revealing the strap that's already secured. You stare at the huge dildo jutting from her hips: not only is it long, but it's girthy and has knobs carved into it, which you know will cause delicious friction against your walls. Your mouth goes dry from both overwhelming desire and slight fear at the sight of this monstrosity.
Sevika sits down on the plush couch and beckons you closer to her with a simple hand sign. Obediently, you sit down on her lap, making sure not to touch the strap yet.
"Now, little one, since you promised you can take it, I want you to be good and ride my cock." She caresses your cheek before her hand settles to your hip. "Go on, make me happy."
Slowly, you lift your hips and lower yourself on the tip of the toy. Sevika's free hand holds onto the base as you take more inches of the dildo inside. You screw your eyes shut, the strap stretching you to your limits. Luckily, she prepped you before with her fingers.
Eventually, you bottom out. You still in her lap, trying to get used of the sheer size of the toy before you move. As you experimently thrust, Sevika encourages you: her hand wanders from your hip to your ass, grabbing the globe and following the rhythm you set.
"Good girl," she murmurs, her voice husky from lust. "Look at you, bouncing on my big cock. I knew you could take it."
Her praise makes you even more eager to please her, so you pick up your pace. Just like you thought, the dildo fills out your walls perfectly and stimulates your sweet spot in a way that makes you see stars every time you move your hips. The tip reaches all the way to your cervix, gently bumping against it, which causes bittersweet pain and only adds to your pleasure.
Meanwhile, Sevika keeps fondling your ass, smirking as she sees you following her orders.
Your hips move faster, eager to reach your peak, but you know you can't come unless Sevika tells you to.
You stare at her with big, teary eyes, wordlessly making your plea.
When her hand moves to your crotch and she starts rubbing your clit instead, you know you've got the permission you so desperately needed.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you mumble desperately as you fuck yourself on the dildo. It doesn't take long for your orgasm to roll over you, making you moan like a bitch in heat and gripping onto the toy for dear life. Sevika's thumb circles your nub through your high, prolonging it.
You remain in her lap, catching your breath after that intense peak. Sevika's hand travels up and rests on your mound. She smirks when she feels the slight bulge from the dildo still nestled deep inside you.
"Since you took this one so well, I might go up a size next time."
She takes in your slightly horrified expression with a mean chuckle.
☆彡 Yan!rookie cop Leon Kennedy x fem reader (no outbreak au)
☆彡 Day 17: messy sex, service kink
☆彡 Kinktober prompt list
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life
!TW: noncon, drugging, stalking, Leon is kinda pathetic in this one, period sex, cunnilingus (reader receiving), kidnapping, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
Hot water cascades down your body. You let out a sigh at the nice sensation, your muscles relaxing after what feels like an eternity.
Ever since Leon has been stalking you, you thought you'd never experience this feeling again.
At first, you were happy when you met the rookie cop at the coffee shop where you work as a barista. He didn't talk to you initially, only giving you a shy smile or awkward compliment here and there. It took him one week after seeing you nearly everyday to gather his courage and strike a proper conversation with you. Leon told you how he just moved to town for his new job as at the Raccoon City Police Department, and how he was hoping to find a pretty girl to ask out as well. He shot you a not-so-subtle glance, and you laughed, deciding to take him out of his misery by telling him you'd love to go on a date with him.
Big mistake.
The first date was sweet. Leon behaved like a gentleman, and you genuinely had a good time. The second one went fine. And after the third date, when he took you back to his place, starting to undress you and mumbling that he had hoped you'd choose the matching lace bra and underwear, you knew you had to get away. Because no matter how desperate you might be, you're not gonna date a stalker.
Unfortunately, Leon doesn't take no for an answer.
He's been sending flowers that are accompanied with letters expressing how sorry he is and how much he loves and needs you. He's been harassing you at work until your boss stepped in and banned him from the coffee shop. And whenever you have go back home from a late shift, you swear he's following you, either as a your shadow on foot or in a police car on patrol.
You paid a visit to the RPD and filed for a restraining order, but despite their reassurances, you knew they wouldn't act against their buddy, because Leon's stalking still hasn't stopped.
So you decided to take matters into your own hand.
Your boss gave you a recommendation so that you could transfer to another store from the same company you work at, one that is halfway across the country. The lease for your apartment was due soon anyway, and you haven't made too many friends in Raccoon City, so this would be your best option to get away from Leon once and for all.
You keep your eyes closed as you remain in the shower even after you finished washing yourself, simply enjoying the warmth of the water and the soft music you put on previously that's emitting from the stereo. You might not be particularly attached to this city, but you certainly love this apartment, so you try to make most out of it before you leave in a couple days.
You don't hear the sound of the lock of your front door being picked, or the footsteps drawing closer to the bathroom. Only when a hand clamps over your mouth and a needle is stabbed into your neck, you notice you're not alone. By then, it's already too late to fight back, since whatever you've been injected with starts working it's course through your body. Your limbs grow heavy, your mind foggy.
Leon turns off the shower and carries you to your bedroom.
"Shh, it's okay, sweetheart," he shushes with a gentle smile on his face. "I'm not here to hurt you."
He lays your naked form on your bed. Your sheets turn damp from the water residue on your skin. Leon shoots you a look that's filled with so much affection, if you hadn't drugged, you'd probably smacked it right out of his face.
"I'm sorry it had to come to this," he murmurs, his hand cradling your face. "But you didn't leave me much of a choice. You can't just pack your things and move across the country, not when I need you right here. With me."
His eyes wander down your body, taking in your naked form with clear reverence and lust. When they land on your mound, they widen: a trickle of blood has pooled underneath you on the sheets.
"Are you on your period?" The surprise in his voice is evident.
He doesn't wait for your answer (not like you could give him a reply in your drugged state anyway) and instead gently lifts up your hips and opens your legs. Sure enough, you can feel the blood seeping out of your hole.
"Oh no, baby, you must be in such pain. Let me help you with that." Leon's face moves closer to your cunt until he's lying on his stomach with your legs dangling helplessly over his shoulders. His hot breath fans over your pussy. "I've heard some of my colleagues talking about how they pleasure their ladies during their time of month, it supposedly helps relief the cramps. I wanna help you, too. Wanna make you feel so good."
Without hesitation, he buries his face into your pussy. His hands find their way to your thighs, holding onto them as his tongue drags from your hole through your fold right to your clit. You let out a soft moan in your haze. Leon eats you out like you're the most delicious meal he's ever tasted, like he could live between your legs. He seemingly doesn't mind the blood, if anything, you might think he likes lapping it up with how he pushes his tongue inside you. You're not sure if he actually enjoys the taste or simply the fact that he's the one servicing you, the one who brings you pleasure.
Leon alternates between fucking his tongue into you and sucking on your clit, keeping you on your toes. Maybe the drugs in your system enhance the sensation, maybe it's the fear in your, or maybe he was right and getting eaten out on your period is that good, but you quickly feel your orgasm approaching. And like an eager dog who's craving his treat for being good, Leon drinks everything you give him as your peak rolls over your body, your hips lifting off the mattress from the sheer intensity.
As you catch your breath, Leon eventually rises from between your legs. His mouth has some traces of your blood left when he smiles at you, which he seems to notice as well, so his tongue quickly catches the remnants.
"Was it good? Are the cramps better now?"
When you simply give him a small, instinctual nod, his grin brightens.
"I'm glad, baby. Next time the guys are talking at work, I can join in and tell them it helped my girl feeling better."
'My girl.' The thought alone makes you sick to your stomach.
Leon shuffles over to your closet, picking out some clothes. Of course he knows where everything is, thanks to his stalking sessions.
"Alright, my love. I'm gonna get you dressed and then we drive back home. Don't worry, you're gonna love my place."
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life
☆彡 A/N: Already halfway through Kinktober!
!TW: dubcon, fingering (reader receiving), prison, non-consensual tattoo session, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"There you are, sugar. I've been looking for you everywhere."
You suppress the urge to roll your eyes at her.
"It's prison, not like I could go far," you mumble in between bites.
Ever since you've been sent to Stillwater, Vi has been following you. At first, you welcomed her clingy behaviour. After all, she's a strong, capable, even feared fighter here in prison, and you need every ounce of protection you can get. Sure, you're sneaky and nimble, which definitely helped you pick some pockets out in the real world. But here, it only served you to a certain extent, and the best way to go by is still to either have connections or raw strength. And Vi has at least one of these things.
However, you quickly realise her protection came with a price.
"Someone woke up on the wrong foot this morning," Vi jokes before she sits down next to you. Her arm immediately wraps around your shoulders, and her thumb finds itself on a special spot on your neck, rubbing tenderly against the sensitive skin there.
"It healed quite nicely, don't you think?"
You just reply with a noncommital hum. Unfortunately, that damn tattoo did heal perfectly.
You were hoping it might infect and only leave an ugly scar behind so that nothing of Vi's original design would be recognisable. But that didn't happen, and the motive of screw nuts and bolts is very much visible for anyone to gawk at, just like she intended.
Yes, tiny little parts that are matching her bold mechanical gears tattoos: only smaller, more unassuming. More vulnerable. A permanent reminder of who you belong to.
"You finished eating?" Vi pulls you out of your thoughts. You offer her a small nod. "Good. C'mon, I gotta tell you something, babe. In private."
Of course there's no true privacy in Stillwater. The closest you get is when the enforcers are busy dissolving a fight between inmates (which oh so conveniently is happening right now — Vi must have stirred the pot again) and finding a shadowy corner. Once you're at your secret spot, you can't even ask her what she needs to discuss as she's already pushing you against the wall and attacking your neck with her mouth. Her tongue traces over the ink lines, languishly, reverently, almost as though she's marking you all over again. And again. And again. In your mind, you scream at her to stop, but somewhere, a morbidly curious voice also wonders if your skin tastes and feels any different now.
While her tongue busies itself with your tattoo, her lips are latched onto the skin of your neck, eagerly sucking in between the licks. A shiver goes down your spine at the pleasurable sensation.
You gently shake her shoulders, trying to get her out of her spell.
"Vi, you wanted to talk to me, remember."
"Not now, honey," she grunts in between kisses. "Let me have this moment. The last time where I'm gonna fuck my girl in this place."
Your hopes get up. Is she being released? Will you finally get rid of her?
A smile erupts on your face as you dare to dream. But it quickly gets overshadowed by another problem: once she's gone, who's gonna protect you? If anything, you'll have an even bigger target on your back, since Vi made a bunch of enemies here who'll love nothing more to let out their anger on you in revenge. No matter what, you're caught between a rock and a hard place.
Vi's hands wander down your waist, over your hips and between your thighs. She doesn't beat around the bush and jumps straight into action as one of her hands makes it way inside your trousers and underwear. Her thumb starts circling your clit, drawing out moans from you with her ministrations. Vi's been fingering you countless times ever since you're stuck here, so she knows what to do to make you sing for her.
After you've produced enough slick, she pushes her middle and ring finger inside you, filling you up nicely, all while never stopping her kisses. Vi eagerly thrusts inside you, crooking her fingers to find that special spot inside you. You slightly jump when she grazes it, and you can literally feel the smug grin on your neck at your reaction.
"God, Vi…," you whine while as she fingers you with such precision and eagerness. You're not sure if your words are a result from your impatience to finally come or born out of frustration from the fact that she put you in this position in the first place.
"I know you close," Vi murmurs against your neck, her breath sounding laboured despite you being the one getting fingered. "Let it out, baby. I wanna feel your pussy gripping me."
As if on command, the coil inside you snaps. Electric bolts shoot through your body, and your eyes screw shut in pleasure.
Vi pulls her face away from the crook of your neck, but she keeps her digits inside you, fingering you through the last waves of your orgasm. "Fuck, what a pretty sight, getting to make you come one last time in this shithole before we finally leave."
We…?
She must have seen your puzzled expression and guessed your thoughts, because Vi chuckles softly before she says: "I found a way to escape tonight, and of course my girl is coming with me. You know I'd never leave you behind. We go back home, to the lanes."
Her other hand brushes against your tattoo once more, and you realise you'll never be free again, whether you make it out of Stillwater or not.
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life
☆彡 A/N: Van and reader are at least 18 years old in this.
! TW: dubcon, semi-public sex, peeping, thigh riding/grinding, reader is a lesbian, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"Van, stop, what if someone finds us? They're literally, like, a hundred feet away, they might hear us!"
The redhead gives you a cocky smile as she pushes you deeper against the tree. "So what? We're in the wilderness, might just be a bunch of horny rabbits going at it instead. You need to relax, babe."
Van starts placing kisses onto your neck, gently sucking onto the sensitive skin, knowing it will make you weak. You sigh and let her touch you as she pleases, momentarily forgetting your worries of being caught. Van's smirks deepens at your reluctant acceptance, and with newfound energy continues nibbing at your neck.
One of her hands wanders up to your chest, grabbing your tit through your shirt. Meanwhile, her thigh rides up to your clothed mound, slowly rubbing against it. You let out a moan at the friction and close your eyes.
The moment is instantly ruined when you hear a twig break nearby.
Your eyes shoot open and you look around, wiggling Van away from your neck in the process. She rolls her eyes at that.
"What are you doing?" The frustration in her voice is evident.
"I just heard a noise. I'm sorry, Van, I can't do this out here with the risk of being caught…"
"Why? Everybody already knows we're two big old lesbians! So who cares if they see us fucking?"
You feel your face heat up at her crude remark.
"I care because it's weird as hell…"
Van lets out a bitter laugh at that. "Babe, I saw some of them eyeing you. Trust me, if they're even watching, it's because they want to see a show. Let's give them what they want then and remind them who you really belong to."
With those words, she turns you around so that your front is now pressing against the tree. You feel the rough bark bite slightly into your skin.
"Van, this isn't funny. Let's just go back to the cabin."
Instead of verbally replying, Van's thigh rubs against your cunt again, making her answer very clear. The sensation leaves you mewling, and your fingers dig into the tree to give you some footing.
While she keeps grinding against your pussy like her life depends on it, Van leans forward, her hot breath hitting your ear.
"I've got some advice for you," she whispers while you whimper when her thigh grinds against your clothed clit. "If you don't wanna get caught, then maybe you should be more quiet."
If you weren't so aroused now, you'd definitely punch her.
Van seemingly senses your frustration as she picks up her pace and starts nibbling on your earlobe. "See? It's fine. No one's here. Just let me make you feel good."
You resign to your fate, knowing that she won't stop now anyway.
While her thigh keeps playing with your pussy, her hands go back to your tits and grab them eagerly. Her thumbs brush over your nipples under your bra, and you bite your tongue to stop another moan from escaping.
Your hips begin to buck, matching Van's movevement. And soon, you've finally let loose enough to feel your orgasm approaching: the thigh between your legs, hands on your breasts, the risk of being caught– it all just adds to the thrill.
Your eyes screw shut when your high hits you, your mouth forming into a silent 'o' at the electric feeling.
Van smirks when she sees you reach your peak and places a gentle kiss on your shoulder before finally letting go of you.
You turn around, smile at her, before you playfully punch her arm.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"For doing this in public!"
"We're in the wilderness, how can that be considered public? Also, I made you come, so I think it cancels it out."
As the two of you laugh and go back to the cabin, you have no clue that one of the Yellowjackets indeed caught you and enjoyed the show in secret.
☆彡 Yan!Ellie Williams x fem reader (no outbreak AU)
☆彡 Day 14: possessive sex, choking/gagging
☆彡 Kinktober prompt list
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life
! TW: noncon, choking, jealousy, orgasm control, come licking, toxic relationship, slight degradation, yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"I'm sorry! Please, El, I didn't mean it!"
"Save your stupid apologies and just take it!"
Ellie's fingers keep thrusting inside you in a punishing pace. Nothing about it resembles the usual loving or playful sex you have: no, the sole purpose of this is to show you your place.
Her grip on your throat tightens to the point that you struggle to breathe properly as she pushes your face deeper into the pillow, your ass raised so that she has perfect access to your cunt for her middle and ring finger to fuck.
You turn your head to the side and look at Ellie with tears in your eyes, hoping the sight will spark some sympathy in her, but to no avail. Her hold remains cruel, and if anything, the scowl on her face deepens.
"You know how much I fucking hate that bitch, and you're gonna let her talk to you? Flirt with you? Would you have thrown yourself at her if I hadn't dragged you away, huh?"
You feel your airflow get even further restricted, her fingers digging into your skin and leaving you in pain. You shake your head and gasp for air, but it's barely enough.
"Please El, you gotta believe me," you croak. "I told Abby to leave, she just wouldn't…"
At the mention of her name, Ellie scoffs in indignation, and you realise you made a big mistake. The fingers thrust even faster, even more brutally into you. And despite the rough treatment, despite the lack of oxygen, you get wetter as she keeps hitting your sweet spot.
"I hardly mention her and you're dripping even more than a bitch in heat. Do you want her to fuck her instead of me?"
You vehemently shake your head again, mumbling a bunch of no's with what voice you have left.
"Then tell me who you belong to."
"You." Your voice is barely above a whisper. "I belong to you, Ellie. Only you."
At that, Ellie gives you a satisfied smile. "That's right, baby. You're mine, now and forever. I'm the only one who gets to be with you, the only one who gets to fuck this pretty pussy raw."
Her fingers crook, angling even better that sweet spot inside you. Ellie knows your body better than her own, and she uses that to her advantage as she plays you like a fiddle. You mewl at the movement, and your hips automatically thrust back into her, seeking out more of her touch.
"You want more? You wanna come?"
You nod at that, the tears now rolling down your cheek from both your lack of air and your approaching orgasm.
Mercilessly, Ellie stops her movement, her fingers now still. "Promise me you never talk to that cunt again, even if it's only to tell her to fuck off."
A bad feeling manifests itself in your gut. You know that this isn't okay, that even though you love your girlfriend, she's too controlling, too possessive. And yet, all you care about right now is to please her so that you can finally come, and most of all, finally breathe again.
So you nod some more and manage to croak an 'I promise'.
Clearly happy with your answer, Ellie resumes her onslaught on your pussy with vigour. Soon enough, you come on her fingers, clenching the digits like you'd never want them to leave your heat. Your peak hits you with such a force, coupled with the lack of oxygen, you nearly lose consciousness, your vision already tunnelling.
Luckily, in that moment, Ellie finally lets go of your throat, and you gratefully gasp for air.
Meanwhile, she pulls out and licks her fingers clean with gusto, tasting your slick like it's finally mine.
"Maybe I gotta get jealous more often, because I swear, babe, you never tasted any sweeter than when I know you're completely and utterly mine."
☆彡 I do not condone any 'yandere' behaviour in real life
! TW: dubcon turned noncon, dildos/sex toys, amnesia (reader), past violence against reader (non-graphic), yandere and possessive behaviour, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI
"I'm done with the detective work for today, babe."
Your girlfriend Jill finally comes out from the office and saunters to the kitchen after having been cooped up there the whole day and hugs you from behind. You chuckle as she places kisses onto your neck.
"Stop, I'll get distracted and get sauce all over me if you continue like this," you giggle as you stir the pasta sauce.
"Alright, alright, chef, wouldn't want you to mess up the meal or ruin your outfit." Jill presses one last kiss onto your cheek before she sets the table. You playfully roll your eyes, but you can't help the grin forming on your face.
You don't know what you did to deserve such a loving girlfriend, especially when she has to deal with your amnesia. Ever since you survived the outbreak in Raccoon City, your memories have been foggy. You try to remember, but each time it feels like you're wading through an endless sea of lost remnants of your past, never reaching your goal. Jill told you that you hit your head pretty hard, which then led you into a coma and caused your amnesia, but she never explained how it came to that.
At night, you sometimes have dreams of running away from someone. You think the dreams might be connected to the Raccoon City events, and that you must have been chased by a bunch of zombies which led to the fall.
You shake your head. Trying to force memories won't do you any good, Jill's right. You don't wanna end up with another headache.
The two of you eat your meal, chattering about everything and anything. Once you've cleaned up the dishes, you remember that you've bought strawberries today.
"I've got us strawberries, they had a nice offer at the supermarket. Can you get them out of the fridge so we can eat them as dessert?"
Jill gives you a cocky smile.
"Well, I was thinking about a different kind of dessert, actually…"
Jill's mouth attaches itself to your neck again, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin there. Her hands wander over your waist, mapping the contours of your body until they reach your breasts, which she eagerly grabs. You let out a yelp and wiggle out of her hold. While your body wants to receive her touch (which is evident by how wet you already from the slight fondling), your mind shuts down at the thought of sex. You're not sure why the thought of intercourse scares you so much and makes you panic, but you reckon it must be tied to your past.
Ever since the incident, Jill and you haven't had any sex, which clearly weighs on your girlfriend. You know she's been trying to be patient, to let things go at your own pace, but it does put a rift in your relationship. You don't want to deny her the intimacy you two apparently shared before Raccoon City, according to Jill, and while your brain screams no, your body is curious… so maybe you should give this a go.
When Jill lets out a sigh at your hesitation and pulls away, you grab her wrist and place it on your chest again. She looks at you with wide eyes.
"Are you sure, babe?" Her voice is coloured in reluctant excitement at the prospect of finally sleeping with you.
You give her what you assume is a cofident nod. "Remember when you said I should try it anyway? Exposure therapy and all that? I think I'm ready for it now."
Jill doesn't need more confirmation than that. Her mouth crashes onto yours, devouring you as her tongue delves inside, exploring every inch. Without interrupting the kiss, Jill guides you to your bedroom and pushes you onto the mattress. You stare up at her when she all but rips your shirt, trousers, and undergarments away from you, leaving you bare to her hungry eyes and even more famished hands as they roam your skin in lustful reverence. Jill's kisses trail from your mouth down the valley of your breasts all over your mound until they reach their destination: your weeping cunt. Panic rises in your body as her mouth begins sucking and licking on your clit, but you try to suppress the feeling by taking deep breaths in and out and counting to hundred in your head.
As Jill's finger enters you, you can't take it anymore. With laboured breaths, you scooch up, away from her touch.
"I'm sorry, Jill, but I can't do this…"
Her face instantly darkens. "Bullshit," she spits. "Your body is literally crying for me. What you mean to say you don't want to, just like you never did before the incident."
Dread washes over you like an ice cold rain shower. "What…?"
"You heard me."
Panic freezes you, and you're watching in terror as Jill takes over her own clothes and grabs something from a box under the bed. You realise in horror that Jill's putting on a strap, the dildo jutting obscenely from her hips.
Finally, you snap out of your panic-induced shock and want to bolt out of the room, but Jill is faster. She pushes you back and holds your wrists with one hand before helping the dildo enter your pussy with the other.
The sudden stretch makes you hiss, and tears form in your eyes.
"Fuck, baby, I wanted to do this again for so long," Jill moans. "I remember it so well when I fucked you for the first time against that wall, though it was only with my fingers then." She chuckles, as if anything about this situation was funny. You yelp when she begins thrusting, slowly at first before they get faster, harder. "You were even more resistant then, had to bang your head against the bricks to stop you from running away. But I guess it was a blessing in disguise: you couldn't recall a single thing, and I was able to swoop in as your saviour."
The smooth tip of the dildo brushes against a sweet spot deep inside, making your hips inadvertently lean into the touch. Jill smirks at that and angles her thrusts so that they hit your sensitive spot better. You mewl, both in fear of her revelation and the pleasure that's forced on your body.
"See? You just needed a little convincing. Don't worry, I'll give it all to you, make you see this was for the best."
Jill now truly fucks into you: her movement is fast, precise, ruthless. Your back arches as she keeps stroking your sweet spot with the girthy dildo, the fake veins dragging deliciously against your wall.
"C'mon, come for me, baby. I know you're close."
Unfortunately, she's right. When Jill lets go of your wrists, knowing you're not in the state to fight back anymore, her thumb moves to your clit, rubbing the nub in tight, aggressive circles. You feel the coil inside you snap as the double sensation leads you to your peak. Your strangled moan fills up the bedroom, your pussy tightening on the toy as you ride out your orgasm.
"That's it, I knew you could do it. God, you're so fucking pretty when you come."
Jill eventually — mercifully — pulls out the dildo. She presses a kiss onto your temple while you catch your breath, mumbling words that you once heard before, that resurface from the dark depths of your hazy memory:
