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side note, I'll be adding this in later on my masterlist, but all my works, have off-screen safe-words emplaced, nothing is done un-consensually. in case you were wondering.
examples I can provide, or to note would be . . .
in this elliot fic, the safeword would be him shaking his head 'no' three times, since his hands are tied and his mouth is gagged. Another general sign to stop would also be his thighs shaking violently.
verbal safewords are always there, it will usually be a word uncharacteristic in the bedroom, also tapping on the other's body three times works as well.
-> these are simply a few examples, I just wanted users to note.
↺ , this doesn't apply in cases of specified non-con (however I haven't wrote noncon as of writing this post, 2/7/2026), as always content warnings are provided before a fic.
aftercare is always involved after my fics, and I usually hint at it or write scenes for it in my works.
𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 | featuring a cast of students attending the same university together, they're all interconnected and are friends with one another, hanging out in small groups.
𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 , Insomniac yandere . .
" your the only cure "
Nsfw!Character information | Introduction . .
♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [ gn reader ] the goodest boy <3
♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [ fem-bodied reader ] he eats you out <3
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 , jock yandere . .
" his beloved star player "
Nsfw!Character Information | Introduction . .
♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [gn reader] Lucas gets a little carried away in the locker rooms . . .
♡. suggestive [gn reader] all things hickies !! ( rewritten )
𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 , bully victim yandere . .
" his beloved aggressor "
Nsfw!Character Information | Introduction . .
♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [gn reader] reader carves their name into his skin . . . ( rewritten )
♡. sfw [gn reader] a nice reader ( rewritten )
♡. nsfw [gn reader] overstimulating him <3 ( rewritten )
♡. suggestive [gn reader] burning a cigarette out on him.
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𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐍 | knife play, dacryphilia, masochism, written aftercare, implied fear play, gag usage, gender neutral reader, dom reader, sub!oc, yan!oc, bondage, blood play, marking, sensory play(?), light mentions of salvation, mdni.
'Fuck your such a tease', he mentally noted . . all the while his heart threatened to jump straight out of it's ribbed cage and walk out on both you and him, leaving his body both limb and lifeless in front of you.
He was trapped, exactly where he wanted to be, hands bound up above, dispersed in the air, even if you were to unbind him it would take a while for the blood to rush back in it's rightful place and for him to move properly once more, the slight soreness honestly added to the excited bundle of nerves growing in the lower pit of his stomach.
ELLIOT let out a shaky breath, limbs practically trembling with uncanny excitement for whatever newform torture you wanted to inflict onto him tonight, his thighs twitched eagerly as you finished securing him in place; Your hands move with practiced ease, pressing your hand firmly down on on the shaky legs, forcing him to still, "don't move", a single command, followed by you digging your claws into him . .
And he felt the sudden urge, coil deep in his nervous system to move, shy away from you, instinct overriding judgement . . but he knew better, forcing his movements to a halt.
You let out a hum of approval, which almost made him melt.
"blindfold or no?", you asked, giving him an option, and he tilted his head to the side, in confusion, eyes half-lidded, giving you that stupid expression he always does, that made you want to punch him in the guts, "I'm asking if you want to see what I'm going to do or not", you added, clearing the air for the dumb air-headed little mutt of a man in front of you.
He nodded absentmindedly, "yes or no answer, Elliot." you add, starting to get annoyed, maybe you shouldn't have bothered asking.
"No"
"Alright, your funeral."
You trail your fingers up his chest, featherlight touches on his bare skin, until you reach his chin. You lift cup his face in your hands, tilting it upwards, "open your mouth for me", he complies and you shove a random piece of cloth in his mouth, "try and not make too much noise alright.
After what seemed like relentless humor on your end and a whole lot of prep work, you finally got to the main event, dragging a cold blade, ever-so gently over his skin . . you've certainly improved in terms of handling a blade, the razor sharp edge and cold kiss of the knife to his warm flesh made him shiver with delight.
You trailed the knife over him carefully, making sure to get to a safer spot, where you could cut and bruise without causing any permanent form of harm, you carefully dipped the knife into his skin, the blade piercing his soft flesh with ease, you dragged it slowly along, leaving a mark of faint thin read, sure to scar later on.
He shook slightly, with great restraints holding back his whimpers and mewls, the rag in his mouth growing wet and heavy with drool.
You were more careful, when he shook, holding him down slightly, . . he whined, loudly, which came out muffled and desperate, face red and flushed, a result from the pain and pleasure he felt, eyes teary and red.
Drops of hot blood, slowly dripped down his torso making the scene so much more erotic, your touch was divine, but your cruelty was a whole different form of salvation.
He huffed, sweat gathering on his forehead, pretty eyes growing half-lidded, as hot tears slowly fell.
The more the knife dug and cut, the more he felt, and savored.
The pain was a delicacy that only you served, one that he, and only he, himself could enjoy to it's fullest.
He tilted his head back slightly, letting out more muffled noises, some were genuinely out of pain, the others were just for your personal enjoyment. After all, if you really wanted no noise from him, you would've tapped his mouth shut.
By the time you were done, his rotten mind was finally empty, clear of all thoughts, he felt 'cleansed', maybe that's what you were doing to him, cleansing him of sin . . or maybe you fed off of his sin! The thought made him smile.
"what are you smiling for?", you said, almost offended, as you cleaned the wound you had just formed, your name more frankly, carved into his body.
He couldn't answer, not that he didn't want to, but the rag was still in his mouth, he watched you grab the anti-septic, . . this won't be enjoyable at all.
He hissed through the rag as you cleaned the newly formed incisions, sick . . sick . . you're sick, he breathes in harshly through his nose . . how did he get so lucky?
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ELLIOT closes his eyes shut, tears stinging the corners of his pupils and so help him, he refused to cry now . . he's been so good . . his voice cracked, moans growing desperate and breathless. The poor man was overstimulated, cock red and swollen, and so . . so sensitive.
Sweat gathered on his forehead and the room reeked of his musk, a fact of which, you made sure to comment on, making him feel even more pathetic, which in turn just made him all the more eager . . bucking into your hands.
You were barely giving him the time of day, how cruel, how mean . . how wonderful.
He fit so perfectly into your hands, the sight of which clouded his mind in delirium, he could practically taste the copper of his own blood, as his senses went almost-numb, as he came for the ninth' time, in your hands . . his sheets were a wreck by now.
You however, didn't stop . . not at all, harsh movements, pace unrelenting . . he struggled to form words, he couldn't even sob . . poor, poor, elliot . . he fell back on the sheets, hands tied to the headpost, you really weren't going to let him go, were you.
He felt blessed, euphoric . . is this what heaven was? He'd be fine with dying in this state, although he'd have a lot to answer for, down in hell.
He didn't even notice the tears dripping down his face, he barely even processed the insults you were muttering at him, . . "hah"
He sucked in his breath, cock now stinging from overuse, the pain of being overstimulated only fell short to his joy of being at your mercy.
Coming undone at your hands, your lovely cruel hands.
Is this why people prayed?
Your touch was like a drug, and each harsh blow, each cut, bruise, bite, and more, it was a new high he could never forget, something he could never hope to replicate for himself . . everything you did to him was embedded in his sick twisted little mind, his body was remade in your hands. Just for you.
If hell was all that waited him, then it didn't matter since he experienced heaven at this moment.
He let out a harsh sound, biting down on his own tongue, harsh enough to draw blood, as he felt you moving faster, . . does your hand not get tired? . . he didn't have enough time to finish his thought, vision blanking to a pure white.
His body went limp as a weak stream of pearlescent white spurted out, further staining his clothes, body, and mind.
His mouth gaped, as he breathed harshly, chest rising and falling at a harsh pace, Elliot felt his eyelids growing heavy as a harsh wave of sleep washes over him, conscience slipping away against his foremost wishes.
"Tired?", you ask, almost too gentle, and he wanted to say no. So you'd keep going, keep this circle of delicious torture up, so he could play the helpless victim some more, after all being your helpless servant was a much more entertaining use of his time in comparison to sleep.
He tried speaking, letting out a noise of complaint, he couldn't though . . his voice no longer coming out.
He heard you laugh, it wasn't scrutinizing, it made his heart race, "stay awake a little longer for me, okay baby?", he tried his best to keep his eyes open, it was a near impossible task but he wanted to listen to you. He always did.
"I'll get you some water, you can go to sleep afterwards."
"Hah—", he breathes out slowly, eyes half open, as he blinks slowly . . he could stay awake a little longer, he'd be good for you . . so . . so . . good.
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May I ask how Elliot would feel if we were nice? Like everything was just some sort of delusion that one day he wakes and then really wakes up to...no scars? Marks? Huh?? What??
And he wakes up in a comfy bed, blanket over him and the door opens to us, smiling with two cups of hot chocolate. And just "Hey. Are you feeling okay? You kind of fainted on me earlier...but since you've been working so hard and were sleep deprived I guessed it'd do you good to rest more."
And him just being like...'HUH?!?'
(sorry for the long ask. Thank you!! <3)
[ rewritten 2/5/2026 ]
Honestly he wouldn't be interested, Elliot's whole concept boils down to masochism and that was the starting point of him as a character for me, someone who's kind would essentially be boring to him.
Elliot has always attracted kindness, he's pretty, and people don't typically like hurting pretty things, at least not in the way he wants. He'd be upset, if it was all a dream, you haven't lived up to his expectations, you've disappointed him.
The last thing this man wants is sweet saccharine from his darling, he wants someone who'd beat him up, and then fix him up afterwards, only to do it all over again. ♡
I'm literally fainting rn😭 the Eliot post is so perfect, carving my name onto a Yan's skin is literally my dream scenario
Putting out your cigarette on Eliot's skin for the next scenario 👀?
elliot x reader / suggestive / gender neutral reader / male yandere / oc x reader / sub!yan
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a/n : this is really late but . . yeah!!
Elliot remained seated, just like you had told him to do before hand. Still, almost like a doll, it was actually quite pathetic, seeing how fucking easily he caved to your commands, you're sure he'd do just about anything if you'd asked . . let you do anything as well.
You took a drag from your cigarette, letting out a puff of smoke in the air, as he stared at you curiously, his eyes tracing your lips, watching the smoke dissipate, he hated the smell of smoke, and he held in the urge to cough, as to not break you out of whatever kind of trance you were in.
He stared at you, unblinkingly.
"What are you thinking of?", you raised a brow, tone a little harsher you'd like, as the both of your eyes meet, he quickly breaks contact lowering his head, body movements more fidgety then moments prior, "nothing."
You took a step closer to him, closing the little distance between you both, "Tilt your head for me?", you ask, not-so-nicely, it wasn't a question, more or less a demand, which he complied with, without complaint.
You let out another blow of smoke, and this time you could see him struggle to not cough, be 'unsightly' in your presence or whatever, it was really fucking stupid, and you held back a laugh, gripping the butt of your cigarette, as a brilliant idea flashed through your mind.
You let the cigarette butt drag over the expanse of Elliot's neck, and he hisses at the heat, you watch the skin turn red, hot, his skin was always sensitive, easy to fucking damage . . mark.
You drag it a little further, and . . did he just fucking whimper? . . "Are you getting off on this right now?"
You knew your answer.
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gender neutral reader / yandere oc x reader / teacher x student / pathetic yandere / power imbalance / suggestive content / I have a prof kink, can you tell / implied age gap / obsessive content / intended to be wlw / semi-edited / girlie is knee deed in denial
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a/n: Unfinished draft from a year ago, finally gets completed !!
Neva hated this feeling—the way her gaze lingered onto you at class, the way she'd pause wherever she got a whiff of that intoxicating scent of yours—the way her body would freeze, completely still at the brief eye-contact. Fuck she hated it—She hated you.
Neva was offered a job as a professor at one of the top universities in the United Kingdom—Thanks to her connections—she was able to talk her way up the ranks and receive the job as the new head of the humanities faculty.
Recently one of the teachers working under her—the psychology professor, Charlotte, took a few weeks off for family matters—Which was understandable, until she had to take over her job for the 3 weeks she was off due to being both heavily understaffed and underprepared.
Don't get me wrong, Charlotte had lesson plans, recordings, everything left in perfectly pristine colour-coded fashion—All Neva had to do was dress up, and supervise in place of her free period—She just had one class to handle, one period to be exact in place of her free one, for the next 3 weeks, 3 days a week.
And . . . everything was fine, perfect in fact . . and then she met you.
Fuck she met you.
Her dreadful demise.
You were one of Charlotte's best student's, not too overwhelmingly invasive but just enough engaged to be the perfect student—at least in her opinion, you shared your thoughts whenever you could and participated very cooperatively in everything that was required of you for the class.
And how she loved hearing your voice.
Neva looked around the classroom, as she checked through attendance, you were on time, surprisingly, early even. She's gotten accustomed to you coming in a little late, rushing from your last period class to get to this one. Your footsteps, and the sound of your shoes, a memory, that she has reluctantly engraved into her mind.
She nods at you, ticking your name off in the digital attendance . . Did she mention she hates digital attendances?
Class was great, boring, as per usual, and yet she'd find herself savoring the moments where you'd speak, bless her with your voice, the way your hands would move, the messy way you'd rush your notes, that she found weirdly endearing , ,
Was it off that she hoped you were rushing because you found her speaking endearing? She believes she could teach the subject much more nicely to you.
She'd notice the way you'd have your headphones on to concentrate during in class assignments, any dislike you'd have for the mandatory group discussions, she'd always linger a bit too often on your groups conversations, and she feels as though you've noticed it too.
But at the very end of the day, it wasn't anything too extreme, now nothing over-the-top, it wasn't weird that she had your dorm room memorized, or gone through your locker contents about a dozen times, or tried pulling you back for later conversations on the class.
It was just professional.
A teacher and their favorite student.
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a/n: wrote this while batshit anxious, first time writing reader receiving oral so
Yoichi's slender fingers brush over your clit in light teasing touches, as his free hand holds your thigh apart, trailing his fingers down your thigh slowly, building your arousal with slow precise movements, he leaned his body closer, and you could almost feel him, feel his warmth, the clean and fresh scent that always seemed to follow him around.
"Sh . .", he spoke softly, his hands trailing the sides of your body, "let me take care of you, please?", his hands covered your eyes, "just close your eyes, and lay back", he whispered, his voice low yet so gentle, you couldn't help but listen, laying back into the soft pillows of his bed.
He smiled, his hands gently trailing over stomach before he moved down to your cunt, his fingers spread your folds apart, and he leans, down, carefully trailing his tongue over the slit, breathing you in.
His movements were slow, teasing clit with light flicks of his tongue, it caused a bubbling sensation to grow in the pit of your stomach, your little sighs of pleasure, the sharp intakes of your breaths, were encouraging.
His pace increased with time, as he slipped a finger into your hole, slowly working you open till he could add another one in. His fingers slender yet long, filling you up deliciously.
His fingers pumped in and out of you slowly, as his tongue worked over the bundle of nerves . . You tasted so uniquely you, something he could never get over nor forget, each little mewl, whimper, or moan only egged him on.
He wanted to be gentle, to take his time savoring you and yet he also enjoyed every noise, every gasp, the jerk of your hips, as he could feel you growing closer to edge, he renewed his ministrations with newfound fervor.
He wanted you to come undone, he wanted to taste the fruits of labour while bringing you to newfound heights of pleasure.
You came with a moan, that felt almost like a song, he groaned at the taste, and it took a while for the two of you to recover . . he draws circles around your inner thigh, letting you ride out your orgasm.
You can commission me now <3
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𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 | featuring a cast of students attending the same university together, they're all interconnected and are friends with one another, hanging out in small groups.
𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐈 , Insomniac yandere . .
" your the only cure "
Nsfw!Character information | Introduction . .
♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [ gn reader ] the goodest boy <3
♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [ fem-bodied reader ] he eats you out <3
𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘 , jock yandere . .
" his beloved star player "
Nsfw!Character Information | Introduction . .
♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [gn reader] Lucas gets a little carried away in the locker rooms . . .
♡. suggestive [gn reader] all things hickies !! ( rewritten )
𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄 , bully victim yandere . .
" his beloved aggressor "
Nsfw!Character Information | Introduction . .
♡. nsfw/submissive!yandere [gn reader] reader carves their name into his skin . . . ( rewritten )
♡. sfw [gn reader] a nice reader ( rewritten )
♡. nsfw [gn reader] overstimulating him <3 ( rewritten )
♡. suggestive [gn reader] burning a cigarette out on him.
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𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 — everything in the end comes down to you . . God why are you so fucking hot when you're in control?
nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / pathetic!yandere / vibrators / ruined orgasms / begging / choking (you choke him, bro is into it) / torture / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / pet names "good boy" (awakens something within him) / desperate yandere? desperate yandere. / yandere oc x reader
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a/n: we are so back, coming back the way I started (with Yoichi)
"Fuck, please", his voice was hoarse as he begged, looking at you with those tear stained doe eyes, he let out another whine, "please, please, please", he whispered like a prayer as you turned the vibrator even lower—ruining another orgasm in it's wake.
Yoichi swore he had never felt this desperate in years, grinding into the vibrator, his hands struggled some more on the makeshift binds, his wrist already scarred with rope burn—he wouldn't complain though . . no . . why would he ever complain.
Yoichi grit his teeth, a whine leaving his throat and more tears threatening to fall, this time however it was because of frustration—he leaned his head back, his bangs shifting, covering his eyes, sweat forming on his forehead, as he let out a few heavy breathes.
A choked sob leaving his throat when you turned the vibrator back on high, broken moans leaving his hoarse throat.
Yoichi closed his eyes shut, his toes curling from the feeling, saliva escaping from the corners of his mouth as he let out a particularly loud moan—Only to be cut off with the feeling of your hand wrapping around his throat—muffled noises left his mouth, and it was honestly pathetic how fast he came, white cum spurting everywhere, it even got on your clothes.
It took a minute or two before Yoichi opened his eyes, still feeling a bit dazed. The two of your eyes locked, and he flushed with embarrassment and awareness, the events of the last half an hour catching up to him.
You looked at him, "What do you say?", you questioned, eyes narrowing into a glare—and it would be a lie to say that didn't turn him on a little bit . . at the very least.
Yoichi hesitated for a moment, before finally answering, "t-thank you"
You smiled, ruffling his hair, and Yoichi felt his blood rise to his head, "Good boy", fuck.
Yoichi's stomach dropped low, and those two words awakened something in him that he just couldn't undo.
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ELLIOT closes his eyes shut, tears stinging the corners of his pupils and so help him, he refused to cry now . . he's been so good . . his voice cracked, moans growing desperate and breathless. The poor man was overstimulated, cock red and swollen, and so . . so sensitive.
Sweat gathered on his forehead and the room reeked of his musk, a fact of which, you made sure to comment on, making him feel even more pathetic, which in turn just made him all the more eager . . bucking into your hands.
You were barely giving him the time of day, how cruel, how mean . . how wonderful.
He fit so perfectly into your hands, the sight of which clouded his mind in delirium, he could practically taste the copper of his own blood, as his senses went almost-numb, as he came for the ninth' time, in your hands . . his sheets were a wreck by now.
You however, didn't stop . . not at all, harsh movements, pace unrelenting . . he struggled to form words, he couldn't even sob . . poor, poor, elliot . . he fell back on the sheets, hands tied to the headpost, you really weren't going to let him go, were you.
He felt blessed, euphoric . . is this what heaven was? He'd be fine with dying in this state, although he'd have a lot to answer for, down in hell.
He didn't even notice the tears dripping down his face, he barely even processed the insults you were muttering at him, . . "hah"
He sucked in his breath, cock now stinging from overuse, the pain of being overstimulated only fell short to his joy of being at your mercy.
Coming undone at your hands, your lovely cruel hands.
Is this why people prayed?
Your touch was like a drug, and each harsh blow, each cut, bruise, bite, and more, it was a new high he could never forget, something he could never hope to replicate for himself . . everything you did to him was embedded in his sick twisted little mind, his body was remade in your hands. Just for you.
If hell was all that waited him, then it didn't matter since he experienced heaven at this moment.
He let out a harsh sound, biting down on his own tongue, harsh enough to draw blood, as he felt you moving faster, . . does your hand not get tired? . . he didn't have enough time to finish his thought, vision blanking to a pure white.
His body went limp as a weak stream of pearlescent white spurted out, further staining his clothes, body, and mind.
His mouth gaped, as he breathed harshly, chest rising and falling at a harsh pace, Elliot felt his eyelids growing heavy as a harsh wave of sleep washes over him, conscience slipping away against his foremost wishes.
"Tired?", you ask, almost too gentle, and he wanted to say no. So you'd keep going, keep this circle of delicious torture up, so he could play the helpless victim some more, after all being your helpless servant was a much more entertaining use of his time in comparison to sleep.
He tried speaking, letting out a noise of complaint, he couldn't though . . his voice no longer coming out.
He heard you laugh, it wasn't scrutinizing, it made his heart race, "stay awake a little longer for me, okay baby?", he tried his best to keep his eyes open, it was a near impossible task but he wanted to listen to you. He always did.
"I'll get you some water, you can go to sleep afterwards."
"Hah—", he breathes out slowly, eyes half open, as he blinks slowly . . he could stay awake a little longer, he'd be good for you . . so . . so . . good.
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