#cw obsession

[bunnysdarkcorner]

Thinking about forced intimacy again

Obsessed kidnapper that makes you kiss him while he rapes you. Kidnapper that makes you tell him that you love him, right as he fills you with his seed. Kidnapper that threatens to hurt you if you don't prove to him that you love him. Kidnapper that insists on giving you the tightest cuddles as aftercare. Kidnapper that only allows you to eat if you're on his lap. Kidnapper that breaks you with his mixture of violence, abuse and forced affection

[offical-ouroboros]

The Redwoods Spider – Taken.

The Obsessed/Lenny x GN!Reader

Delivery! Package from... Authors personal Docs. I plan on playing with len again after 4 months... Given he recently got a huge update!! Yay!!!

CW: Typical Obsessor Behavior. Kidnapping, duh. Reader is rightfully beyond terrified, lenny's got that twisted puppy-love, brief violence (to reader and len), emotional betrayals, guilt, scared out of your mind / can barely understand how to comfort it; forced affection, SLIGHTLY pervy undertones, somewhat abrupt ending (ohhh you wanna request or gossip about him so bad), fluffy ending?

~★

You wake up… Somewhere else. It's dark, and that's all you know. The only source of light is the most subtle growth of glow lichen…

It's… Surprisingly rather warm. Not unbearably, just… A smooth, wetly warm temperature. You rest upon a messy bundle of silk wrapped plants and furs- And were those your sheets? The directly woolen texture... You'd remembered making this.

Your heart is beating so heavy.

You feel sick.

What had happened? Why were you here?

You do your best to think on it, but there is nothing there. Home. Sleep. Darkness.

An unnatural darkness.

What happened then didn't matter. What happens now does. Where you are, who… You had a feeling on who.

Your Stalker. Your hunter. Maybe a friend– It was hard to tell. You'd tried to be friendly with it- With him. This… Towering, prickly-haired beast. Imposing and lanky. Small eyes gleaming in the darkness alongside a slit smile.

“ … Lenny?”

A heartbreaking sound escapes you. Your voice, so timid, so scared- It wasn't his name. He didn't have a name. It was just something you'd come up with to stop calling him meaner things. But he seemed so ecstatic when you named him.

You weren't sure to stay or flee.

You wanted to run. But where?

Instead, you just shake. Curling up with the bedding of your once-home.

He wasn't here, not entirely present at least. Lurking nearby, somewhere else in the cave. Squinted pearly eyes watch you, your form fully visible in the dark dark cavern. He felt bad leaving you like this… Legs twitching, it's hard to stay upright like that. He'd like to press down, let his real legs scuttle about as he lay down and hold you. Nestle deep against your chest, your neck– Feel your skin and hair against his fur. Grasp you with his needy hands and feel you squirm… It would be Aetheric.

The expression barely visible on his face was sick. Pure sick. A lonely, violent type of lovesick. With no ill intent toward you, thankfully– Abhorring any moment he had to and long after it occurred. But it didn't mean he felt entirely guilty.

… Sometimes, you just hurt him so much …

— He never wanted to hurt you, but hearing you scream and cry– Feeling your axe press deep into his chest. A sharp squeak of betrayal had escaped him, tears pricking his eyes as he hesitantly pinned you down even harder. Axe still embedded in him, his chelicerae twitch, pedipalps nervously brushing against his face in waning contemplation.

He bit you. Hard. He felt miserable at how you cried out, sensing how equally hurt both physically and mentally it made you. A soft hiss escapes him as he tastes your blood, the desperate side of him enjoying it- Savoring it. He shuddered as he briefly lapped it up, eventually releasing you and skittering away faster than you could clear your tears.

You didn't follow him. You only lied there, sobbing and reeling in agony. It was a short lived poison, vision cloudy and dark as you felt an unbearable urge to throw up- Your body stung, burned. But it didn't even last 15 seconds… He hadn't meant to bite that hard…

He watches from a distance, trembling hands against the now open wound on his chest. As upset as he was, he still wanted to make sure you'd get home okay… You both just got a little scared. He wasn't mad. Honest…

A prominent white lined frown is on his face. His eyes sad, like a puppy.

You'd found the axe you shoved into him a few days later, still dried with his off colored blood. There wasn't a point in throwing it out- Iron was hard enough to find here… —

He's too scared to come up to you. He felt… Bad. He had you now, of course, and you'd never be leaving. He didn't want you to leave, to be around others. Farm animals, pets, villagers— No other mobs. To think anything could hurt you… Or that anything else could love you.

He could understand why something would love you. Of course he could. You were the first thing he ever felt this intense about… But you… Sweet, kind, gentle you– You'd give in to anything warm enough. You were just so lonely in this world… He could never blame you for that.

It’s all projection.

It's all his own loneliness.

You had built a life.

You had a home. A farm. Pets…

You'd visit the nearby village often, gotten to know the inhabitants, were practically part of their community—

He was the only one alone.

His feet shuffle against the stone, legs on his back clicking around as he tries to fight through any doubts. You wouldn't… Be that scared, would you? He knew this might be scary… But it was just him. You called out for him, didn't you? Not ‘help’, not screaming. Just… Lenny. Like he was the only thing in your life. And you were terrified of losing him.

A shameful few chirps escape him as he scuttles slowly from his hiding spot, just barely being heard from you as you perk up. Your eyes scan across the dark pit of the room, seeing only a few dots of illumination from glow lichen and some white eyes– Eyes?

Your stomach drops, heart skipping a beat as you whimper and sit up, scooting away and tangling slightly against the webs and fur. He slinks back briefly, now just standing still to watch. He looks… Sad. You blink away tears, taking your time to calm down a bit.

“ … Lenny? Is that you?” You whisper, voice quivering.

He doesn't answer. He never really did.

But you knew those eyes. You'd seen that white lined mouth before- And every time, seeing it frown made you nervous. You let the nesting you clung to drop, slowly crawling a bit forward on your hands. Your mouth opens to speak, falling mute for a moment.

“Lenny…?”

You can see the flicker of limbs behind him through some of the light of the lichen, his legs twitching. Was he angry? Was he just being shy?

… You really needed to know.

“Please don't do this.” You finally whimper out, hands balling up weakly against the bedding before you sit back, curling them up against you for comfort. “You're- You're really scaring me…!”

You blink and it burns, his hands tense as a helpless squeak sounds from him. Raw guilt. He can see in your face just how scared you are.

“If I close my eyes, will you come closer…?” You speak, trying to steady your voice. “Are you just nervous?”

Your mouth is dry, so you take a few moments to just breathe. As if just thinking about it would make you produce more saliva.

“I'm not mad…” You whisper, eyes eventually closing alongside a gentle flinch of worry.

It doesn't take long before his shaking form approaches, a shift in the air telling you so. He always had a way of making things around him feel… Fuzzy. And not in a good way.

Your expression only turns more fearful, and eventually you block your face off with your hands, shielding your visage from his.

When his claws meet your wrists, you nearly break. A sharp cry escapes you as you try to tear yourself away, unable to as he merely peels your arms apart with a desperate nuzzle into your chest. He presses you back, shuddering and drooling as he buries his soft face into your neck. Your heart is so loud now, he can feel it against his own body. Thump thump thumping all because of him.

“L-Lenny, stop-! Please don't- Don't kill—”

You're crying so hard, a squirming mess. Though as teeth don't find your throat… You start to calm back down– Still in slight hysterics– Yet you no longer thrash. Merely lay under him. As your muscles relax and you absentmindedly go limp, he too paces himself.

Arachnid legs stop twitching, instead softly curling just enough to hold you closer. His fingers and thumbs clasp beyond gentle against you; A stiff motion to soothe you as best he knows.

Hesitantly, you nuzzle against him. Your cheek rubs against his face, feeling his pedipalps freeze up before twitching. You lean into his shoulder, breathing deep and quick to his vile hair. After carrying around his first gift for so long, you'd gotten used to the smell.

How Aetheric it was to have you like this.

“Lenny…” It comes out breathlessly, nearly desperate. You hadn't meant for it to… He rubs his head firmly against you, that feeling of drool pooling a bit more intensely against your neck. You whimper, shaking arms eventually slipping carefully around him and between his arachnid legs. You were still so scared, yet here you were… Holding him…

“Oeh yooo…”

. . .

What sounds like words come from his throat.

They're slightly garbled, and chirpy. The seeming knowledge and ability of an infant with the tone of some ancient, malformed beast. In the moment, you can't understand what he means.

But he'd get better at it.

For you, he would…

★~

[forbidden-sunlight]

yandere! secretary with villainess! reader mini-series [bonus content]

warnings: established relationship, fem!reader, phone sex, lewd themes, mutual masturbation, slightly obsessive behavior, nsfw, explicit language, mdni +18.

Hello everyone and welcome back to the bonus content for this series~! I was pleasantly surprised to see such positive reactions for the finale and how many people wanted to see more of the precious boi being an absolute simp for his villainess 😉 Special thanks to @jinwoosbabyboo for being an absolute queen with edits and making sure the 🌶️ 🌶️ levels are just right, not too hot or too cold~!

divider by @cafekitsune

The game world revolved around Miss Heroine’s steady rise to fame, fortune, and eventual happiness with the chosen capture target. Considering there were at least two other candidates aside from himself to be her one true love, Yandere! Secretary thought it would have been fine for him to have a happily ever after of his own. Why would it matter anyway? Miss Heroine had shown barely any interest in him since she started working at the company, and he would rather spend time with you than with a beautiful, naïve brat who was obsessed with her social media accounts.

The fluctuation of the protagonist’s followers would determine whether additional subplots and explicit cut scenes featuring the capture target could be unlocked, including the ability to select jobs that can increase her acting skills and screen time. It was definitely a game mechanic unseen in other best-selling otome games, probably how this NR-17 game became so popular in a short amount of time besides the impressive graphics and voice acting.

But that was only true in the real world from the player’s perspective.

In the game itself, this new reality? Yandere! Secretary can’t be certain except that Miss Heroine spends way more time on her phone than actually working on the set. Strangely enough, the scenario where the love interest swoops in to defend Miss Heroine and call you out on your ‘bullying’ hasn’t been triggered yet. Was it because Miss Heroine has yet to meet the other capture targets because you’ve been making her work? He wasn’t sure, and had hoped that this incident wouldn’t cause any serious consequences for either him or you.

Unfortunately, as soon as that thought crossed his mind, it came in the shape of an email sitting in his inbox on a dreary Monday morning. The higher-ups were so tickled with the success of Persephone’s Pomegranates that they insisted on extending Miss Heroine’s contract with him. And apparently it was because he had motivated her to keep working hard. As both a reward and an incentive, they had accepted Miss Heroine’s request to have him accompany her and her manager in the next city to film the commercial for the next fragrance in the Olympian Collection, Poseidon. The managers would receive the script and a Poseidon prototype for review at the three o’clock meeting on Tuesday. If it all worked out, then he would leave on Friday afternoon and be gone until the following Thursday.

Yandere! Secretary did not like the idea of being separated from you for that long, yet he knew also that he didn’t have a choice. These were your bosses, and any defiance from him would reflect on you as a manager. He didn’t want you to lose your job because of him, so he will suck it up like a true professional and do his part if it means keeping everyone happy.

You confided in him you weren’t too keen on the idea either in the solace of his apartment, cuddled on the couch with a giant, creme-colored fleece blanket covering your entwined bodies. But if this request will keep Miss Heroine from goofing off on the set and help her follow the script instead of ad-libbing like she did last time, then it’s a small price to pay in the long run. You just hoped he could handle her without you being there as a shield or to rein in her attitude on and off the site.

“Sweetie, you have absolutely nothing to worry about!” Yandere! Secretary reassured as he pressed a kiss against your temple, threading his fingers through your soft hair. “Miss Heroine is a child who dreams of being a star, and she has finally gotten her big break with us. She wouldn’t dare let all of her hard work go down the drain just because she wants to have a little fun. Not that we can’t consider the possibility she might try something when there isn’t anyone around to reprimand her, of course!” He quickly added when you frowned up at him, your cheek pressed against his chest. “If it will make you feel better, I can ask her manager to keep a closer eye on her while we’re there. If she steps out of line, I’ll contact HR immediately.”

“…I still don’t like the idea.”

“Aw, is my cute little honey bunny jealous~?”

“I saw how she looked at you when we worked on the last commercial, and it…bothered me.” Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt. “Like you were a piece of meat that she wanted to gobble up in one bite.”

“I know.” He said. “But you are the one I’ll come home to once this is all over, not Miss Heroine.” He squeezed your waist. “Trust me, everything will work out. And you won’t be entirely alone while I’m gone. You’re still going to see that show at the opera house, right?”

You nodded. “We have seasonal tickets, and Carmen is the opening show. They wouldn’t miss it for the world. But if I find out that they are trying to set me up with someone else again -”

“Baby -”

“I am taking a cab and leaving.”

Yandere! Secretary sighed. Your relationship with your parents had soured since the two of you had begun dating. From what you’ve told him, they were decent people who only wanted the best for their daughter; as hard as it was to see it firsthand in this world, arranged marriages between children of the upper echelon were common. The initial match had been disastrous, but that didn’t mean they would immediately give up. Despite your pleas to stop and allow you to be with him, they saw your relationship, your affection for him as nothing more than a phase. It pissed him off to know your parents believed he wasn’t worthy to stand by your side because of social status. Still…

“Try to give them a chance, honey.” He whispered in your ear. “I know that this hasn’t been easy for you, but they are your parents. They want you to be happy. So please…try to enjoy your night with them for me?”

He saw your cheeks puff up in defiance as you pouted, averting your gaze from him for a moment before you sighed. “All right. I’ll try, if only for you, to be cordial with them.” He smiled.

“That’s all I ask.” He whispered against your warm cheek as he pulled you close, the two of you focusing on the television as the opening credits of a show played on the flat-screen television. It wasn’t often that you got to watch it, but it was small moments like this that Yandere! Secretary cherished the most.

He said goodbye to you in the wee hours of the following morning, kissing you deeply even when you groggily protested against it due to not having brushed your teeth yet. “I’ll text you when I arrive at the hotel, but I won’t be able to call you until later.”

You nodded. “If I don’t answer, I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”

“But if it’s too late, go to bed.”

“I know.”

“Do you?” He teased, laughing at the bleary glare you were giving him before he snuck in one last kiss. “Now I really need to get going or I’ll miss the train.” He grabbed the handle of the suitcase and headed out of the apartment, already praying that this trip would be quick and you hadn’t noticed something…missing from your drawers. If you found out exactly what he took? Well, he wasn’t sure how you’d react. He just hoped this would be a one-time thing. An experiment of the sexual kind, if he could call it. Yandere! Secretary would definitely cry if you broke up with him over it. No, no, don’t think like that! If he explained himself, he might get off with a scolding or a punishment. Oh God, if you punished him, he would die a lucky man.

Yes, he’s a freak. A horny, devoted freak who loves his adorable not-villainess girlfriend very much. No, stop thinking like that! Work, focus on the job! He can’t go walking around the train station with a hard-on dammit!

Meanwhile, Miss Heroine was running late. She hadn’t meant to oversleep, but she had to make sure everything she needed for this trip! You weren’t going to be at the filming site and her manager was already there, so she needed to take this opportunity to sweep her darling off his feet before they started working on the commercial ! She wasn’t sure how long this project would take, but Miss Heroine was determined to show Yandere! Secretary that she is the better choice in terms of a romantic partner than you ever could be. So what if she was a few minutes late? She was human! If anything, being late every once in a while should be an endearing quality, right? That’s how it always goes in the romance novels she’s been binge-reading for research!

Now here she was, weaving through the crowded station towards the platform she needed to board and hoping she didn’t miss the train or she could kiss the gig goodbye and go back to bussing tables at the crappy old diner or worse, do modeling for a lesser known company and shitty pay. She checked her watch. Ten minutes after ten. She had five left before it disembarked. Crap!

Somehow she made it to the platform, where her darling was waiting with a scowl on his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he closed his mouth and wordlessly boarded the train. Miss Heroine felt her heart sink a little as she followed right behind him, flashing her ID to the conductor and heading towards the third car on the train with her carry-on backpack. Someone would put the rest of her belongings in the back or in storage until they reached their destination.

She took the seat opposite of her darling, phone and earbuds out. Miss Heroine was going to show him some cute cat videos but stopped when she saw him hunched over his laptop, his slender fingers dancing across the keyboard. He was probably doing emails, making sure everything was ready when they arrived. She pouted, slumping back against her seat as she stared out at the window, seeing the scenery passing by. Damn it. Well, there should be more opportunities to get closer to him after work. She would not give up that easily! So instead of acting like a kid who got her favorite toy stolen away, she pulled up the email attachment her manager sent to her, earbuds in.

The premise of the commercial was pretty straightforward: Miss Heroine slowly rises from the ocean, show stopping glistening dress that blended in with the water, look up at the camera with a faraway look in her eyes as her hands dipped into the water, ripples form and she’d raise one hand to show the perfume that represents Poseidon. The basic perfume commercial rigmarole — nothing special. She didn’t need to say anything, and the dress along with her looks would do all the talking for her. The lack of lines wasn’t what bothered her; it was the lack of jewelry that made her nose scrunch up in disapproval.

She would wear nothing but a simple golden seashell necklace. What about pearl accents in the hair, or making the dress look more like a mermaid? Hell, they couldn’t even bother to give her a trident. Poseidon is supposed to have a trident — he was the god of the ocean! He’s literally known for it in those Renaissance paintings! The stylists were unintentionally ruining her moment to be a total #GirlBoss carrying a badass trident! Oh, a tiara as well! Wait, did Poseidon even have a crown?

Miss Heroine inhaled a sharp breath as a smile played on her lips. The brilliant ideas were running through her head a mile a minute. Maybe she could bring it up at the filming site, and Yandere! Secretary would praise her for being super creative He’d be so pleased with her he’d pull her to the side, away from everyone and lean close, his hand caressing her thigh as he lifted the hem of the dress, gently pushing her against the wall as he pulls his pants down, his beautiful hard cock springing free, glistening with pre-cum from just seeing her rise from the ocean like a goddess incarnate — It took all of Miss Heroine’s self-control not to combust and squeal in excitement at her overly self-indulgent thoughts.

Oh, she couldn’t help it! He’s right there for the taking, and she’s horny! It’s been too long since she’s had fun, and the last guy was all right. Good-looking, a lot of stamina, he didn’t want to try anything else beyond missionary, reverse cowgirl or doggy style.

If Yandere! Secretary was a vanilla guy too, she would be more than happy to show him how to spice things up and make her feel good and make him shatter in bliss~.

By the end of the sixth day, Yandere! Secretary was ready to call it quits. It wasn’t because the weather had changed or that Miss Heroine was ad-libbing again and screwing things up. In fact, filming progressed smoothly, finishing in four days; all that remained was editing and sending everything to headquarters for final review. Because they finished early, they had time off to relax before returning to the city, which is when Miss Heroine tried to seduce him.

Wherever he went, she wasn’t too far from him even with her manager watching her every move with a hawk. She would smile cutely at him, wearing outfits from the game that were supposed to entice the love interest into finally making a move before reaching a happy ending. Outfits he would rather see on you than her.

Lord, he missed his loving honey bunny. He missed how you grumble under your breath in the morning on the whereabouts of the coffee creamer in the fridge, your smile as he walked in the door, your kisses, your hands, everything.

Which brought him to his current dilemma; he had finished up dinner, showered, and was now staring heatedly at the pair of panties laid out in front of him. Yours of course, with the lace trimming and made from genuine silk. He had meant to take it without asking, but he couldn’t help it! These were his favorite pair, and he knew he was gonna be horny! A-And he was curious what it would be like to rub it against him, imagining it as him entering you without protection, feeling all of you for the first time -

Yandere! Secretary swallowed. He would never do anything that would make you feel uncomfortable, but the thought of making love to you, marking the space between your legs with his mouth and cock? Those dirty thoughts were always there, and now he wanted to know what it was like to have his head being squished by your thighs as he tasted you, sucking on your clit and hearing you moan his name, your fingers tugging on his hair and pushing him closer until his nose was pressed against the most intimate part of you -

“Fuck.” He hissed. He was hard, incredibly and painfully hard, and he needed to hear your voice. Would you help him jerk off on the phone? The two of you had talked about this kind of foreplay in the past but hadn’t tried it out yet. Would you be willing to help him find some relief before he bursts? Oh, he really hoped you were home now because he can’t take it anymore.

He grabbed his phone from the nightstand, unplugging it from the charger and unlocking it with his passcode. He found your number, called it, and laid it next to him on the adjacent pillow. When he heard the phone dialing, he put it on speaker and adjusted the volume before he hurriedly pulled off his pants. Yandere! Secretary groaning in relief as his erection sprang from the confinement of his boxers. He felt his heart stutter in his chest when he heard the other line pick up, and then your voice broke through the silence.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Everything okay?” You asked, concern in your voice. “You sound a little…breathless? Exhausted?”

“Yeah. I just,” Yandere! Secretary licked his mouth. “I just miss you, and I wanted to hear you because I’m so hard and I really, really wanna cum.” He whined, feeling his face heat up. “C-Could you help me cum, baby? It hurts, and ’m so close to humping this mattress and thinking it’s you underneath me.”

Wow, he sounded like a total loser. Damn, he has reached a new low as a pervert.

“Y-You want me to what?” He heard you squeak on the other end, definitely taken aback by his boldness. He glanced over at the nightstand again, grabbing the travel earbuds and shoving them in his ears.

“I need you.” He whispered, feeling his heart stutter against his ribcage when he heard the earbuds connect to his phone. Good. No one will hear him jacking off with you on the phone, if he can even keep his voice down He grabbed the underwear he had snuck onto this trip and held them to his nose, taking a deep breath. Vanilla and lavender. Your favorite detergent. “I’m so turned on right now that I can’t keep myself under control much longer.” He panted, his other hand twitching and trying not to touch himself, to get lost in his fantasies yet. “Please, baby? Can you help me?”

A beat of silence passed before you answered back shyly. “W-What can I do to help? I’ve never done this kind of foreplay before.”

“Well,” Yandere! Secretary licked his bottom lip, mouth suddenly going dry as he heard the distinct creak of a mattress on the other end of the line. “Are you home alone? In our bedroom? Underneath the sheets, in those cute pajamas with the stars?”

“I’m actually…wearing one of your shirts. And your boxers.” You whispered back. “I like how they fit me, and how they’re also a little loose. It’s like you’re holding me even when you’re not here. I’m under the sheets, b-but I’m - I can’t reach that spot you always touch down here.” You panted. “My fingers aren’t long l-like yours.”

Yandere! Secretary swallowed, inhaling sharply through his nose and exhaling before he could keep his voice steady enough to speak. “I’m right there with you.” He said. “I’m there, my fingers stretching you out and making sure you feel good, rubbing circles against your clit to make those adorable little whines that are music to my ears.”

“B-Big or small circles?”

“Small.” He said, wrapping a palm around his cock and beginning to stroke himself. He wanted to go fast, to relieve himself of the pressure that was coiling in his belly, but your pleasure came first. “Relax. I’m h-here. Just imagine me right next to you, adding just a little more pressure as I press my thumb against that spongy little spot inside -” A zing of arousal crawled up his spine as you suddenly moaned. “That’s it. That’s my girl.” He cooed. “My sweet, hard-working girl, unraveling for me and no one else. How do you feel?”

“G-good.” You panted. “So good, but I want to make you feel good too. I wanna - shit.” Yandere! Secretary felt his ears go red as the familiar squelching noises in his earbuds got louder and louder. “ I-I want you to put it in me. I want us to go all the way this time, with protection, but I want it to be wrapped up in the thinnest condom possible so I can feel all of you - hot, pulsing, and leaking just for me and me alone. Oh, God.” You whimpered. “You feel warm and amazing; I don’t want you to stop, so please don’t stop moving baby I’m getting close.”

Yandere! Secretary grinned against the pillow. “I know, I’m right here with you, honey, all the way to the end.”

What he didn’t realize was that a certain someone had been standing outside of the room, her hand raised to knock but stopped short when she heard a lewd moan. Oh. My. Goodness. She knew work had been stressful for him, but he could have just come to her if he needed to relieve some tension!

A red-faced Miss Heroine giggled. Well, suppose it doesn’t really matter now, considering she truly knows the extent of Yandere! Secretary’s feelings for her. All that she needs to do is confirm she reciprocates the affection wholeheartedly, and everything else will fall into place~.

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[caamboys]

Yandere! Fae headcanon

( tw stalking, gore, obsession )

Yandere Fae! Who watches from afar as you stumble through his forest, utterly confused on how a human entered Elysian.

Yandere Fae! Who considers killing you the first time he catches you wading through his trees. He figures you’re a witch who schemed her way past his protective sigils. Then rethinks that when he watches you take an embarrassing trip and bust your knee open, graceful as a newborn fawn, far too vulnerable to be a witch.

Yandere Fae! Who ponders the last time he’d seen a human, let alone a woman. Did all of them have skin such as yours? Hair like yours? He didn’t remember humans being so… intriguing.

Yandere Fae! Who thinks about the last humans he encountered, men looking for riches. He remembered how their battered bodies looked, bones broken and limbs twisted. Their skin purple and blue beneath the armor. He remembers feasting on them like animals.

Yandere Fae! Who can’t believe you’re apart of the same species he once considered grotesque. How could a woman like you be considered an animal?

Yandere Fae! Who comes to expect your visits. Lures you in with gentle breezes and flowers along the trail and straight into his domain. It was the perfect trap for humans. A trap he had used many times to feast on flesh and grind bones into trinkets.

Yandere Fae! Who felt uneasy about hunting you. It was like crushing an ant beneath his feet, or a pretty flower. Easy prey. What joy would it be killing someone so beautiful weak?

Yandere Fae! Who watched for weeks as you became comfortable exploring. Rambling nonsense to his trees, jumping in fright at the sight of a spider on your leg, humming a tune as you pluck his flowers. He’d grown to enjoy the life buzzing out of you. Perhaps the stillness of the trees had gotten to him. Anyways, he couldn’t keep his eyes off your legs as you moved around, skin glowing with sweat. So visceral, so alive.

Yandere Fae! Who liked the way your scent lingered even after you left. Who could retrace your steps by smell alone.

Yandere Fae! Who considered eating you because of how sweet you smell. He’d eaten humans before with his family, not because of their smell or even the taste moreso for the hint. He didn’t enjoy it. Far too gory and not nearly worth the clean up. The bones were nice to add to his collection though. He wonders what your pretty little skull would like on top of his collection. Or perhaps those little teeth you used to smile at his flowers, he could make a pretty necklace out of those.

Yandere Fae! Who feels bad when you stumble across old bones, a few left behind from his brother. The way you bounced backwards in fear, an odd shriek leaving your voice before you took off in the other direction.

Yandere Fae! Who grows to miss your presence once you stop coming. Who in your absence thinks of all the things he should’ve done, prepared your body as a feast, drank your blood, bit those delectable thighs you showed off in those miserable excuse of shorts. He’d love to have your eyes as ornaments, pretty little jewels. He thinks they’re better alive though, full of emotion and admiration for his orchards. He should plant some more. Perhaps that would lure you back in.

Yandere Fae! Who grows depressed after a month has passed and you haven’t returned. Then furious with you, who swears that if he sees your face again he’d paint your blood across his mulberry trees. Bury you with his peonies. How dare you abandon this paradise? Use it for your amusement then discard it? Terrible and selfish like every other human. He’d use your body as fertilizer for his flowers the first chance he got.

Yandere Fae! Who almost falls from his tree in excitement when he feels a familiar presence in his forest. Finally! You’d came back! He watches you closely as you return back to the area where you stumbled across the human remains, he’d long gotten rid of them, the moment you left in fear. You squint and stare skeptically at the ground, then slowly backed away.

Yandere Fae! Who thinks that fear looks good on you. Jumping out of your skin when a squirrel skirts by, or the wind blows a little too hard. Eyes scanning the forest in paranoid manner.

Yandere Fae! Who thought he liked the way fear looked in your eyes, until they gazed upon him. He didn’t like the way you took a step back, bewildered and frightened. He’d taken on a human form, hiding the sigils in his skin and his pointy ears, his teeth somewhat human with no blood stains. He’d even hunted a hiker in the forest a few miles over and stolen his clothes.

Yandere Fae! Who was confused by your fear? Why would you be scared of a human man in a forest?

Yandere Fae! Who gives you an unnerving smile, greeting you softly. He tells you his name, makes up a lie about being lost, then with a taunting tone he couldn’t resist, asks if you know where you are.

full, more descriptive part of this is on my other page @laceyvegetables

[donutfrosting]

(Human Designs Crazed Chance AU) American Beauty / American Psycho (Roblox Forsaken COMIC)

[pinkolve]

Dustin meeting a girl that's actually obsessed with him and sorta stalks him....would anyone like that....just me...

Short story idea?

Dustin Henderson-Admiration

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Summary: You have a little obsession with a certain D&D nerd...luckily for you, lady luck seems to be on your side for once.

Genre: Short fluffy 'lil blurb

CW: Gn!Reader, no pronouns used, no use of y/n, Reader taking pictures of Dustin secretly (like how Jonathan did in season 1, but Reader is a little less pervy with it), Reader is a little coo-coo, mentions of Reader having voices in their head, Reader is very awkward and strange, mentions of stalking and slight obsession, I think that's it but please let me know if I missed anything!!!

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: Twin, I think you're a goddamn genius. This was so fun to write and I love you for this request!! Enjoy my lovelies!! (Let me know if ya'll would like a part 2 at all)❤️❤️💕

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You carefully step around the cluster of bushes, pushing at the twigs and leaves with your arm. You kneel down behind them, arms lifted up and resting between the bundles of branches. You glance up at the window a few feet ahead of you, right in your line of sight. You adjust the heavy camera in your hands, moving your arms yet again to try and find a comfortable position. 

You watch his light flick on, lighting up the room behind his open blinds. You see him move around his room through the window, throwing his bag on the floor and flopping down on his bed. You curse to yourself and quickly look through the viewfinder, frantically tilting the camera to get him in frame. He sits up in bed just as you click the shutter release. 

The camera makes a satisfying ‘click’ sound, easing the lingering tension in your shoulders. It was music to your ears, so many fond memories triggered by the sound alone. You watch Dustin start to stretch and you quickly press the button again, trying not to let your excitement shake the camera too much. He looks out his window and you freeze, camera still raised, too afraid to make any kind of movement. 

Dustin doesn’t seem to notice you, turning his head away and looking to the side. You snap one last picture before he starts to change clothes, you tear your eyes away. No matter how badly you want to watch him, you’d never forgive yourself if you did. You wanted to stare and admire, but you would only do it if he asked you. You would never allow yourself the pleasure of watching him undress, because something about it felt wrong. 

Of course it was wrong, it was immoral. But this wasn’t just about it being morally wrong, it felt emotionally wrong. You wanted to admire him that way, but when he didn’t know that you were it felt…pointless, hollow. You wanted him to know you were, you wanted him to want your eyes on him. Until that day -which you were convinced would never come- you’d simply stare at him in school. 

You would peer through the windows on the classroom doors from the hall, searching for him. You would duck and run the second a teacher turned around, but the few seconds your eyes found him were worth the trouble. He was just so beautiful, how could you not stare…not look for him every chance you had? You couldn’t, even if you tried -which you did not- you could never direct your attention elsewhere.  

You were certain that this admiring -or ‘stalking’ as some may call it -would never move beyond just that, admiring from afar. At some point in your life, you must have repented for your sins, because suddenly God was on your side. Suddenly you weren’t so invisible anymore, suddenly he was staring at you too. 

“Are you…okay?” He asks hesitantly, slowly waving a hand in front of your face. You stutter as you try to form the words, any words…fuck why were you a moron all the sudden? 

“Yea-Yes, yeah I’m…” You pause, staring at him as you release a heavy exhale. “Great. Fantastic…just perfect.” You breathe out, still staring like you were a cartoon character and he was the sweet smell of a freshly baked pie. You’re certain that if you don’t snap yourself out of this trance, you’d follow after him just like the cartoons as well. 

“Okay…” Dustin trails off, jaw slack as he eyes you suspiciously. He hands you the books you’d dropped and opens his mouth to say goodbye. You cut him off quickly, all the words abruptly returning and falling on your tongue like snowflakes. 

“You like D&D, right?” You ask, your voice raising in eagerness. Dustin’s eyes widen, just a bit. Your raised voice startles him, along with the fact that you know anything about him. 

“Yeah I…How did you know that?” He asks quietly, brows furrowed. 

“I um…” You hesitate, your throat closing up on instinct. It’s like it was warning you, closing up before you could admit to your stalking. You’re silently grateful that your body finally did you a favor for once, instead of making you trip over nothing. “I heard you one day as I was walking past, talking to your friends about it. You sounded pretty excited so I assumed you liked the game.” Your cheeks heat up the more you talk, your throat feeling scratchy…the traitor. You clear your throat as quietly as you can, hand resting over your collarbones to try and soothe the ache. This is the longest you’ve ever spoken to anyone, and your body wasn’t too pleased about it. 

So many things were happening in your head, all the little voices were raised in panic. Loud and blaring alarms were blasting throughout your brain, alerting you that you’ve been talking too long and should shut the fuck up. You ignore it as best you can, focusing on Dustin’s pretty voice as he responds. You let the words pass through your ears and into your brain, wrapping everything in a thick blanket and silencing the alarms. 

“I do, I love it and it’s basically all we talk about.” Dustin smiles faintly. “Why’d you ask me about that?” He asks, ripping the blanket away and forcing you to answer yet again. You gently raise a hand to one of your ears, trying to make the obnoxious sound stop ringing. 

“I was hoping I could play with you sometime.” You say, voice strained as you continue to poke at your ear. 

“Are you alright?” He asks for the second time now, glancing at the hand by your ear. 

“Fine, yeah.” You answer quickly and anxiously. You force your hand to move back down, wrapping around your other arm as you hold your books to your chest. “So…could I?” 

“‘Could you’ what?” Dustin asks, staring at you with a look that reminds you far too much of yourself. A look that reaches his eyes and droops his lids, one that pulls at just the corners of his mouth, tilting up in a lazy smile. His eyes flit back and forth across your face and down to your hands clasping your books. 

“Play with you sometime?” You ask, a smirk tugging at your lips. You know this face well, you and this face are best friends, maybe even lovers. This look was one of pure admiration and fascination, one of intrigue. The lovesick smile catches you off guard and boosts your ego so much it should concern you. Dustin’s grin only widens, eyes practically glazing over with wonder. 

“Sure, I’d uh…I’d really like that.” He shakes his head a little, forcing his face to return to normal. Though his face is mostly back to its original normality, you can still see the sparkle in his eyes. It glitters like gold and blinds you for a moment. 

“So would I.” You reply, the alarms fading away the longer he stares at you with those eyes. 

“I’ll…see you after school?” He asks, voice lowering.

“You will.” Dustin nods and reluctantly walks past you, continuing his previous journey down the hall. The second he leaves your line of sight the voices in your head start screaming and whining. You shake your head and rattle them around, continuing your own walk as you daydream about the curly-haired boy.

[bitch-pup]

|| cw: first person pov (ftm little brother), fauxcest (brothers), possessive sex, intox (weed + alcohol), dubious consent, obsession

big brother who's a fuckup. a washed up loser. can't hold a job, always getting into trouble. your parents are sick of him. they've washed their hands of him, kicked him out when he turned 18. but you still look up to him. you think he's cool.

he's always got a joint or a beer for you, lets you smoke and drink as much as you want. he even lets you hang out with him and his friends. he treats you like one of the guys. and you love it. you love the attention, the respect. especially from a guy who always pushes people around. you love the way he looks at you, like you're something special, like you're cherished.

one night, he's got you alone in his room. he's been drinking, and he's feeling sentimental. "you're the only one who's always been there for me," he says, slinging an arm around your shoulder, the stubble on his chin poking through your shirt. "you're a good kid. you wouldn't leave me, right?"

"no, of course not... i just, i'm not moving that far away for college, really," you stammer, knowing it's a sore subject. "i promise i'll come by at least once a week.

his grip changed from appreciative to possessive, a rough hand clutching your shoulder with a death grip. he's kissing you then, a sloppy, drunken kiss. he pulls up from it, a strand of saliva connecting the two of you. "please don't go, i- i need you."

and when he pushes you onto his bed, his grip becomes all the more insistent. domineering thrusts against your jeans, threatening to rip through them entirely. he's kind enough to spare them, pulling them down just enough to access what's underneath.

"you're my favourite," he grunts, as he's pushing inside you. "my favourite little brother. please don't go..."

[yandere-daze]

My love for death note is still going strong so have some more headcanons! My head was filled with thoughts about Mikami lately so I hope you enjoy!

gn reader

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cw yandere, obsession, stalking, manipulation, isolation, suicide threat

Yandere Teru Mikami x Reader

Mikami is an obsessive and worshipping yandere

I feel that he would naturally be drawn to a kind and gentle darling, someone that he believes is truly innocent and worthy of being part of the new world he strives to create in Kira`s name

He would worship your very existence and put you on a pedestal, highlighting all the positive traits you have ( or he imagines you to have) while completely ignoring any negatives. You are a perfect being, unblemished by the corruption of society and he knows that it is his duty to make sure that your innocence is preserved

For that reason, he makes sure to include some free time in his very busy and structured schedule to keep an eye on you and make sure that no one is hurting or defiling his precious angel

In other words, Mikami starts stalking you on a daily basis almost immediately after seeing you for the first time. He believes that only he is capable of making sure you are safe and to do that, he must keep a close eye on you. Of course, he also just loves secretly basking in your presence. Just a single glance of you is enough to wash away all the stress of his daily life. To him, your very existence is healing

He's usually watching you through your bedroom window in the evening. Nothing brings him greater joy than watching you sleep with a peaceful expression on your face. Oh, how he wishes he could crawl into bed right next to you and hold you close!

Another reason for his stalking is to learn more information about you. He won't be content to just watch you for long and as such, he needs to know exactly what you look for in a partner so he can make himself as appealing to you as possible when properly meeting you for the first time

Now Mikami can be very charming. He's very attractive looking, has a nice voice and a respectable job. He's also good at pretending to be reasonable and normal. It would not be very hard for him to pull you in and make you agree to meet up with him again and again

Even while you're not yet dating, Mikami would disapprove of you meeting with any other people, especially ones he would see as competition for your love. In his eyes, they are unworthy of being close to you. They're dirty, rotten. They would only corrupt someone as pure as you. And naturally, he can't have that

He believes himself to be the only one capable of taking proper care of you and treating you how you deserve to be treated. He's willing and even eager to worship the very ground you walk on. This man will grovel and plead for even a scrap of your attention. How could you ever even entertain the thought of being with anyone else?

He would definitely try to isolate you from people he doesn't approve of. He might leave you some friends that he has personally checked and vetted to ensure that they would not have any negative influence on you or worse, harbor any sort of feelings for you. Anyone else? You'll never see them again if he has any say in it

Maybe different from Light, I don't think Mikami would really hesitate to eliminate any competition or obstacles he might face. He has a very black-and-white view of morality and so likely views anyone who gets in his way of being with you as evil and worthy of death

He is sure that God must have brought you to him to reward his loyalty and dedication to the mission and so anyone who would interfere with God's will is a sinner of the worst order and must be dealt with swiftly

He's almost giddy with excitement whenever he writes down the name of someone you're close to, knowing that he is getting one step closer to having you all to himself

Of course, he would "comfort" you whenever you get sad about another one of your friends disappearing but inside he would be very pleased with himself. His darling is just so kind-hearted that they would even mourn for the low lives he deletes from existence. It just makes him fall for you even more, even if he thinks that your sadness is misplaced

Once you actually are in a relationship with Mikami, it would get very difficult for you to leave him. He probably won't immediately reveal that he's acting as Kira to you but over time, his rather disturbing view on morality would come to light

I think it is stated that Mikami only talks about his real views on criminals when he feels like he is speaking with someone who shares his values (like with Takada) but the longer Kira's reign continues and the more the approval ratings increase, the more outspoken he becomes about being a follower of Kira at least

I mean, he starts appearing on Kira's kingdom constantly to the point that Near grew suspicious of him because of that. Surely you as his partner would immediately take note of it if you saw him on TV like that

If you don't approve of Kira and get upset with him about it, Mikami would be very dismayed but try to explain his twisted idea of justice to you, all while carefully making sure to not reveal his real identity to you. He's very good at making his arguments sound logical and well-thought-out to the point that it would be difficult to really argue against

Despite that, Mikami wouldn't really "punish" you for speaking out against Kira. He doesn't approve of it but he just believes you to be temporarily confused and thinks that you will come around to his line of thinking eventually. Clearly, there must be someone in your life who is poisoning your mind with blasphemous thoughts about Kira being evil

No matter, he will just delete them as well with a flick of his wrist

Now if you actually tried breaking up with him? He wouldn't take it well, at all.

He would insist on knowing what he did wrong and what he could do to make it up to you. He promises that he can be better, he would do anything for you! It's one of the rare occasions where the normally rather composed man would crumble into a pathetic mess on the ground

He's full-on crying and cowering on the ground as he latches onto your legs, trying to stop you from leaving. You can't do this to him, he loves you more than anything! If you're gone, he doesn't know if he has the strength to continue on. You're his angel, the person he knows he's meant to be with for the rest of his life. So if you plan on leaving him...

He won't be able to take it. If you leave him now, he's going to take his own life! And he's fully serious when he tells you this. He doesn't necessarily even say it because he's trying to guilt-trip you into staying, he's just at his absolute breaking point. He truly does feel like everything is hopeless and meaningless without you by his side. He can't imagine life without your touch, your voice, your smile

So please don't do this to him. Don't leave him. He's willing to do anything to make things right!

If you decide to stay, things just become even worse for you. Mikami's love becomes absolutely suffocating. He's so paranoid that you might suddenly change your mind again that he's totally unwilling to leave you out of his sights for long. He will definitely install trackers on you to put his mind at ease when he inevitably will have to leave the house for work. Always leaves the door locked too so you can't run or be stolen away by someone else

That will be a constant worry on his mind anyway. The thought of someone else filling your head with empty lies and taking you away from him. His heart feels like it might break when he thinks about it too much. And he does.

Remember when you used to be able to meet with friends he had vetted? Yeah, no more of that. Someone must have talked you into wanting to leave him in the first place so he won't take any chances anymore. He's the only person you're allowed to have contact with anymore

It truly hurts him to see you sad or upset about being completely isolated but he always shushes your cries with gentle kisses and reassurances that all of this is just for your own good. You'll sooner or later come to realize that he only wants what's best for you

Mikami would also super-lovebomb you. He does this even before your "relationship" got to this point but he's especially bad after that attempted breakup.

He tells you how much he loves you every single day and holds you close whenever he can. He says that you're the only one for him, that he can't imagine being with anyone else. That he would do absolutely anything for you. And at this point, you don't doubt that

Mikami will absolutely try to rush your relationship as well. He will try to be gentle and patient but he's just absolutely desperate to secure your relationship and tie you down as fast as possible to calm his paranoia.

He would want to rush into marriage even after only a few dates, liking how a legal document would try to solidify your claim on each other and it would make the process of leaving him that much harder, combined with the fact that he will be the one making most of the money

But don't worry about what life would be without him, he will not let go of you anytime soon and he promises to worship you for the rest of your lives <3