Fox | 22 | They/he/vir
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A blog for my yandere ocs, Soma and Enma. Feel free to ask questions.
If you want Enma to be submissive, you're gonna have to fight eir for it. I mean a true fist fight, punching and kicking and biting. Doing as much damage as possible. You'd have to physically hold them down to make them submit to you. While they don't get off on getting hurt, they do get off on hurting you.
They would never admit that they find it hot that you can overpower eir, but ei do. They hope you draw blood and leave marks. It's proof that you're stronger than them and everyone should know that you can force them to kneel for you.
Enma shakes eir head as they open Soma's door. "I can't believe I still have to clean his fucking room," ei grumble. Soma's never been good at keeping his room, or general space, clean.
Clothes cover the floor, there's no hamper or basket for dirty clothes, stacks of books, boxes and random junk scatter the room. Half-drank soda bottles dot every surface.
Enma cringes, "Where does he get so much shit?" Ei drop the basket they brought and starts picking up clothes. They glance at the bed and notice the missing comforter and blanket. "What the fuck?" they mutter, electing to go back to their task rather than question it further. Ei pick eir way across the room, to the closet.
"Does he even have anything clean?" Ei slide the left door open. There's one tank top hung up. They scoff, then pause when they notice something from the corner of eir eye. They look to the right, peering into the right side of the closet. Hung up is a shirt that does not fit Soma or Enma. "That's not yours," They remark with a smirk. They remember [Name] wearing this often. Ei look past it; there's several more of [Name]'s clothes there in various states of 'clean' and a shrine on the floor. There's many photos, utensils, crumpled papers, little knickknacks, jars and a small covered box. One of the treasures is [Name]'s favorite book, spine worn with years of use. Imbecile, they've definitely noticed that's gone missing. They crouch in front of the shrine and pluck up one of the jars. It's full of hair. Enma sets it back down and uncovers the box. Ei carefully open it, finding several pairs of [Name]'s underwear. A mixture of their fragrance and musk emerge from the box. The top pair has clearly been used to satisfy someone's sexual desire.
Enma lets out a soft laugh. They pick it up with two fingers to peer at the rest underneath. They pick out a pair, tuck it away and set about making the place look exactly as ei left it.
Author's Notes: Thought I has this queued up but apparently not
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You blink awake, a fog baring down on your mind. You can barely form a coherent thought, see clearly, or comprehend your surroundings. You try to force your eyes to focus but it proves fruitless. You can tell that you're in a bright room with a dark corridor in the left corner. You're tied and shackled to a round, smooth pillar.
You almost don't catch the soft click from the corridor. A silhouette cuts through the darkness. ".....awake?" Someone's saying.... something. They crouch in front of you. Are they trying to talk to you? You mumble incoherent fragments of a sentence. "Oh dear....." A warm, soft hand caresses your jaw. It leaves as soon as it came. They leave through the corridor.
Several minutes pass. Your vision clears, you can make out that you're in a clinically clean basement; white walls, gray concrete floor and cool-tinted lights. The shackles attached to your ankles are chained to the pillar.
The unlocking and opening of a door echoes in this sterile room. Enma emerges from the staircase with a plate. Ei smile when they see you, "[Name]! You're awake now. I'm sorry I did this to you. You know I can't let you go." They walk to you slowly. You think you can see a piece of meat on the plate, but you can't be sure.
'Soma'll take me out again. You know you can't stop him," You tell eir. Ei laugh. "I don't think so, darling," they kneel in front of you, presenting the plate.
The red, fleshy lump doesn't register at first. It's slightly larger than Enma's fist and slightly bloody still. The top half is pink, the rest is red. There's a obvious vein highlighting it's uneven surface. You gasp.
"He so desperately wanted you to have his heart, so I decided to indulge him. A lovely thought, no?" Enma is still wearing eir sickly sweet smile with too much teeth. They almost seem to glow. Have ei blinked? At all? Eir eyes bore so hard into you it makes you squirm. They notice your movements, "What's wrong? Do you not like it?" They scoot closer so the plate is just above your knees. "I know it's a bit barbaric, but I did this with you in mind, darling..... So you will try it at least, won't you?"
Author's Notes: Thought I has this queued up but apparently not
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You blink awake, a fog baring down on your mind. You can barely form a coherent thought, see clearly, or comprehend your surroundings. You try to force your eyes to focus but it proves fruitless. You can tell that you're in a bright room with a dark corridor in the left corner. You're tied and shackled to a round, smooth pillar.
You almost don't catch the soft click from the corridor. A silhouette cuts through the darkness. ".....awake?" Someone's saying.... something. They crouch in front of you. Are they trying to talk to you? You mumble incoherent fragments of a sentence. "Oh dear....." A warm, soft hand caresses your jaw. It leaves as soon as it came. They leave through the corridor.
Several minutes pass. Your vision clears, you can make out that you're in a clinically clean basement; white walls, gray concrete floor and cool-tinted lights. The shackles attached to your ankles are chained to the pillar.
The unlocking and opening of a door echoes in this sterile room. Enma emerges from the staircase with a plate. Ei smile when they see you, "[Name]! You're awake now. I'm sorry I did this to you. You know I can't let you go." They walk to you slowly. You think you can see a piece of meat on the plate, but you can't be sure.
'Soma'll take me out again. You know you can't stop him," You tell eir. Ei laugh. "I don't think so, darling," they kneel in front of you, presenting the plate.
The red, fleshy lump doesn't register at first. It's slightly larger than Enma's fist and slightly bloody still. The top half is pink, the rest is red. There's a obvious vein highlighting it's uneven surface. You gasp.
"He so desperately wanted you to have his heart, so I decided to indulge him. A lovely thought, no?" Enma is still wearing eir sickly sweet smile with too much teeth. They almost seem to glow. Have ei blinked? At all? Eir eyes bore so hard into you it makes you squirm. They notice your movements, "What's wrong? Do you not like it?" They scoot closer so the plate is just above your knees. "I know it's a bit barbaric, but I did this with you in mind, darling..... So you will try it at least, won't you?"
i've now gotten three anons requesting woundfucking with blacksmith I'm trying so hard to be good but I'm ramming my head against the bars of my encloser
Enma shakes eir head as they open Soma's door. "I can't believe I still have to clean his fucking room," ei grumble. Soma's never been good at keeping his room, or general space, clean.
Clothes cover the floor, there's no hamper or basket for dirty clothes, stacks of books, boxes and random junk scatter the room. Half-drank soda bottles dot every surface.
Enma cringes, "Where does he get so much shit?" Ei drop the basket they brought and starts picking up clothes. They glance at the bed and notice the missing comforter and blanket. "What the fuck?" they mutter, electing to go back to their task rather than question it further. Ei pick eir way across the room, to the closet.
"Does he even have anything clean?" Ei slide the left door open. There's one tank top hung up. They scoff, then pause when they notice something from the corner of eir eye. They look to the right, peering into the right side of the closet. Hung up is a shirt that does not fit Soma or Enma. "That's not yours," They remark with a smirk. They remember [Name] wearing this often. Ei look past it; there's several more of [Name]'s clothes there in various states of 'clean' and a shrine on the floor. There's many photos, utensils, crumpled papers, little knickknacks, jars and a small covered box. One of the treasures is [Name]'s favorite book, spine worn with years of use. Imbecile, they've definitely noticed that's gone missing. They crouch in front of the shrine and pluck up one of the jars. It's full of hair. Enma sets it back down and uncovers the box. Ei carefully open it, finding several pairs of [Name]'s underwear. A mixture of their fragrance and musk emerge from the box. The top pair has clearly been used to satisfy someone's sexual desire.
Enma lets out a soft laugh. They pick it up with two fingers to peer at the rest underneath. They pick out a pair, tuck it away and set about making the place look exactly as ei left it.
Author's Note: Find the Yantober writing challenge here!
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You fight the thick, sticky ropes that's caught you. You and your colleagues flew out to the jungle to observe the animals there. You'd wandered too far from the group and you're certain you've attracted some sort of predator while trying to get back.
The glimpses you caught of this thing is nothing like any creature you know of. It's easily 8 feet tall, a hulking thing with several eyes that glow in the dim light. Who knows what it'd do to you, if it caught you?
The foliage crashes and shakes. "What have I caught this tiiiimme?~" A loud, rough, hissing sort of voice sings as they trample through the bushes. "Hello?! Please, help me!!" You call, trying to rip away from the ropes. Maybe they'll get you out? You hope they will. "Oh, I've finally caught you, my dear!" They sound ecstatic. They're frantically crashing through the plants to get to you, now.
Finally? Finally caught you??
You're stuck between relief, fear and confusion. What do they mean, caught? And my dear? You don't recognize their voice at all.
You don't get anymore time to logic it out before they come scrambling out from the brush. The first thing you notice about them is that they're lacking human legs. Their bottom half is made up of a giant black spider. Their legs are as thick as yours. Their torso is built like a masculine greek statue; chiseled abs, big pecs and smooth skin. They're about 8 feet tall.
You gasp as you look at their eyes. Those eyes...! They have 8 eyes in total; Two where a human's eyes are, two where their eyebrows should be and the other four under their human-eyes. They light up when they see you. "My dearest human!! I've found you at last!" They scuttle to you and snatch you from the ropes. The spider-creature hugs you tightly, "I've been dreaming of your face for years, dear. Now, I can finally hug you, touch you." They nuzzle into you. "Dreaming of me? What are you talking about??" You start struggling against their grip. "Stop that," They warn. Their hold doesn't lessen. "But what about my colleagues? My friends back home? My family??"
"None of those other humans matter, dearest. I've taken care of those that were holding you hostage already," They hiss against your skin. "H-hostage?! No!! I work with them! Let me go, right now!"
The spider-person sighs, "They've corrupted your mind. They don't care about you." You try to argue with them, but they aren't listening anymore. You try to pull out of their arms. "Stop. That. This is your last warning," They growl. You finally notice that you aren't where you were when you were caught. "Where are you taking me?" You ask, voice quivering slightly.
"Home, where you belong," They explain with a smile.
"H-home?"
"Yes! Far, far away from the filth of this awful world."
Ice fills your veins as you realize that you're going deeper into the jungle. You start kicking and flailing in desperation. A strong hand grabs your neck and forces you closer to the spider-person's face. Their mouth is opening, revealing sharp teeth and long fangs. They bite into your neck, you feel fluid rush into your bloodstream. They pull back as quick as they bit. "Behave," They growl. It hits almost immediately. Fog fills your mind and dark spots cloud your vision.
Author's Notes: Thank you to @ozzgin for making the Yantober 2024 writing challenge! I felt that this was a bit flat, but I really don't feel like rewriting it. I was more inspired for something a bit later 😉
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Soma frantically punches the cross walk button. He wanted to prove to Enma he could be on time to a date, but he's already failing. He being too indecisive with his clothes and hair and now it's 5:30 pm. He's 10 minutes late. He groans. He barely glances both ways then decides to just run across. He's done it before, so it should be fine, right? He sprints across just as a motorcycle speeds up. They screech to a halt, scaring Soma. He jumps, stumbles, rolls his ankle and falls to the side.
"Hey! What the fuck?!" The person on the motorcycle screams. They're lacking the full helmet a motorcyclist wears, letting him see their face. He sits on the asphalt, staring dumbly up at them as they talk.
"--Dumbass, get up and MOVE!!"
He scrambles up, wincing and rushes to the sidewalk. He watches as they speed off, most likely still cursing him. It takes him an awkwardly long moment to get his mind back. Soma runs to meet up with Enma.
This is a part of some hcs some1 requested, but the blacksmith is a tad confused by normal displays of love. They've only ever seen the painful side of it expressed solely by immortals like them so if you smooch them or doing something kind you may receive a respond something along the lines of,
"Do you hate me, My Lord? Have I done something to upset you? Please, inform me what I've done wrong so I can be better for you."
Okay you just know my dumb ass is sticking my fingers in one of those holes lol. I feel like it feels so weird but like interesting to! How long do you think until the blacksmith stops me from digging around in his face?
The Blacksmith is a patient man...god thing. That, and a weirdo. Despite shunning such acts verbally, they have pretty strong sadomasochistic tendencies and would derive pleasure from you sticking your fingers in their wounds. Instead of asking you to cease what you're doing they'd probably ask you to stick another finger in or if he was allowed to touch himself while you did so.
"Permission to speak, my lord?"
"You may."
"For starters, I would like to commend your bravery. Few of your kind have seen my face, but from my research I have come to the conclusion it would not be appealing to the broader public."
"Ok....What's the second thing?"
"Ah. Yes. Forgive me for what I am about to say, my lord. For eons I have trained my physical body to act against the cardinal sin of lust. It grows harder by the day to keep temptations at bay and with your fingers.... exploring the depths of my injuries I seek your blessings to free myself of what ails me."
The blacksmith is a freak. Like, stabbing out its out eye everytime he thinks about pleasuring himself to his darling type freaky. Acts of sin must be dealt with accordingly after all. It inflicts the same punishments on those foolish enough to believe they have a future with the only they view as their God. The difference is most of these criminals are also guilty of being mortal thus usually die shortly after having metal spike beaten into their skulls.
"Dead already? Pathetic.... And to think I believed vermin like you had a chance of stealing my god from me. Even maggots are too good to feast upon your flesh, filth."
Blacksmith Deity from an ancient culture where what mortals may call torture devices are fashioned into wearable accessories for two express purposes. The first is to punish criminals, a reflect of their transgressions forever welded to their bodies in the form of masks. The second, are acts of love. Rings made of silver thorns. A perpetual stake through the heart, symbolizing where passion bleeds deepest. To feel pain is to love and to love is pain. Simply removing the jewelry will cause all wounds to heal, but the agony that would come from their removal is the exact purpose of these items.
In their time, the entity was once an enforcer of justice, and an officiant of love pure as it was corrupt. It longs to share traditions of old with its beloved only to discover their customs aren't as different from each other as they originally beloved.
"That's.....pretty morbid. Getting a matching piercing with someone would be safer...and more sane."
"Pierc...ing? I am unfamiliar with the term. Enlighten me, little one."
"It's a body modification somewhat similar to what your people did. It's a relatively safe and painless process where they puncture a hole in your body wearing you can insert jewelry."
"Painless? Seems...lackluster, but relationships are built on mutual understanding. Do you have any piercings, my dear?"
"Well, just one- besides my ears. I'll show you if it stops you from putting spikes in my chest or whatever. Funny enough, that's where my other piercings are.
Unbuttoning your collar, you silently lift your shirt overhead.
I decided to do my own prompts for some extra inspiration. A yandere one, and a monster one. You may of course use them as you wish, there are no rules. Pick some, pick none, in any or no order. Go wild! You can use these prompts for either drawing, writing, or any other creative activity.
If you do end up going for some of these ideas, feel free to let me know/tag me. I'm just very curious, since I never did something like this before and I'd love to see how it works out. 😭
*For local folklore, I thought it’d be nice if people introduced us to some of their own monsters and creatures, since those are less known. Call it a monstrous cultural exchange if you want, heh.
WARNINGS: Mentions of public sex, murder, death, unusual penetration, cum being where cum should not be, disembowelment, urination/piss, bleeding out, amputation
Author's Note: Since you didn't specify who, I'll do it for both of my yanderes! Thank you for the ask! And I'm still figuring out formatting, sorry about that! Written under the assumption that you are their darling here.
wildcat ♡ what are some fantasies you have about your darling? what about the darkest ones?
Soma hums then laughs, "Well I have a lot of fantasies about you!! But somethin' I always think back to is you bendin' me over anywhere, an' everywhere. I want you to fuck me in front of everyone, so they see what they can't have. Ah, but if we did that in the wrong place I think we could go to jail…" He thinks briefly. "As for my darkest? If you decide that you don't need me anymore, I want you to kill me slowly while you fuck me. Beat me black an' blue, cut lovely slits in my skin and muscles. Ah~ I've thought 'bout askin' you to cum in my wounds, y'know?? Maybe pee in them, too, if you're in a good mood~" He's grinning lewdly and one of his hands is inching to his crotch, "Let me bleed out, finger and tear at my cuts, burn me with things. Maybe I can get you to cut open my stomach? Start takin' out my organs?? You'd be okay with that, right? You can do whatever you want with 'em." He lets out a deranged giggle.
Enma blinks at you, a little surprised, then ei smile, "What's this about, hm?" You almost think they'll leave it at that but ei don't, "My fantasies about you... The most prevalent one is rather domestic compared to the wretch. I want us to get married. I want to plan our wedding and I dream about the day I get to say 'I do' to you, darling." You have to prompt them to answer the last part. "Are you sure you want to hear about my darkest fantasy? I don't want to scare you away..." You have to reassure them before ei continue, "I... want to take your limbs so you can never, ever leave me. You don't have to worry about anything, I'll do it all for you of course. I'll take care of you. And you'd still be beautiful to me, no matter what."
purring ♡ what are your top love languages?
Soma kicks his feet as he speaks, "physical touch and quality time, I think? That's how I show affection, anyway. I wanna hold your hand an' hug ya close all the time! An' I'll always be close to you! I don't wanna be too far away, y'know?" He shows his dopey smile. He looks up, pouting. "Hmmm..... I don't know about receivin'. I'm happy with like, whatever!"
Enma thinks for a second then says, "Acts of service. I like doing things for you. The others are... okay." You catch eir holding in a grimace. "Receiving, I prefer.... quality time. I want to spend time with you, darling."
