hiori dark yandere hcs…..
(im talking bout knifeplay, sex toys, stalking, sadism, eg) -f reader
hiori yo - "i'm an ultra-sadist"
warnings: nsfw, aged up hiori (18+), dark/triggering topics, sadism & masochism, knifeplay, bloodplay, stalker themes, yandere themes, overstim, edging, p in v sex, oral sex, period sex, sex toys (vibrators)
note: the second part is just downright filthy lmao
stalker!hiori who always seemed to bump into you at the most coincidental times, offering you help, directions to somewhere you happened to be heading, or even supplies that you happened to need. not just in crowded public settings, but even in the quiet parts of the streets, bumping into him as he flashes you that warm smile.
stalker!hiori who seemed to be so considerate towards you, and you eventually fell for his natural charisma. suddenly, he didn't need an excuse to follow you around. he didn't need a reason to hide behind buildings, bushes, and trees just so he wouldn't see you. he could stand right next to you. as your boyfriend.
stalker!hiori loves his alone time and cherishes any moments he can just destress by himself. but even if he needs that time away from everyone, he still needs reassurance that you're still here.
stalker!hiori who checks your location between matches when you're not over at his place, pulling his attention away from his screen as he waits to queue for another match. once he queues, he places his phone against the stand of his lamp, screen facing toward him. what if you needed him and he couldn't hear the notification?
stalker!hiori who never meets up with you immediately, always hiding for a minute or two to watch you. only when he feels as if he’s watched you enough, he’ll come up to greet you like the perfect boyfriend he is. it’s to keep you safe, he mumbles as he watches you from afar.
stalker!hiori who tries convinces himself he’s not creepy as he scrolls through an internal log in his mind, documenting everything he’s noticed from you. he’s just curious about you, he tells himself.
you’re so frustrated—it’s evident in the way hiori observes you. he’s still as a statue behind the wall, the very edge of his face peeking around the corner, baby blue strands of hair obscuring his vision somewhat. hiori watches in silence, eyeing the guy standing in front of you.
you’re so confused—this guy before you had confessed to you only yesterday, and now he’s getting cold feet? that’s the third guy this month! it seems to be a cycle: a guy confessing, you deciding to give the dude a chance, only for him to back out within a week. what you don’t understand is why all of them seem to be deathly afraid when they break the news.
the guy before you is no different. he’s stumbling over his words, bowing almost 90 degrees just to apologize to you. if they’re so remorseful, why are they trying to play you?
what you’re unaware of is the man around the corner, eyes wide and possessive. a smirk forms on his lips as he eyes down the poor guy in front of you. hiori is ecstatic.
you don’t know that he threatened the past three guys to leave you alone. you don’t know the graphic things hiori detailed to these boys, harassing them anonymously. he left notes in lockers, random texts and calls, anything to scare them away from you.
“i’m sorry! i was lying when i said i liked you—” that’s the last you ever hear from these boys.
you scoff in annoyance, irritated that you got played three times in a row now. you click your tongue,” whatever. you just wasted my time.”
hiori yo is ecstatic.
sadist!hiori who lives for the fear in your eyes—the prey to his predator. of course, he’d never hurt you to such an extent to scare you off completely, but god. when his mind slips into that dark place, full of fantasies and images of what he could do to you, he can’t help the blood that rushes to his cock.
sadist!hiori who can’t get you out of his mind, even before you two even got together. it’s what he thinks of during late nights, in between soccer and video game matches, during his most vulnerable moments.
sadist!hiori who can’t help but groan as he palms himself through his clothes, just the thought of you being so pliant for him turning him on. he mutters soft apologies and pleas as his hand slips beneath his waistband.
sadist!hiori who makes sure to let you know of his tendencies once you finally get together. he thinks he might just fuck you right now with how compliant you are with his kinks and fetishes.
sadist!hiori who loves humiliating you. whether that’s by teasing you in public, threatening to post your dirty pictures and videos, or just by mocking you during intimate moments, he loves it.
sadist!hiori who has new things to try with you almost every week. he’s brought home all sorts of ropes, some soft and comfy for your skin, and some rough enough to leave red marks on your skin. but you don’t complain—instead you beg for it tighter, rougher. sometimes he'll just use articles of clothing to restrain you, maybe even gag you at times.
sadist!hiori who loves to choke you, or even just hold your neck as his cock pushes into your pussy. he'll use your neck to guide your body when you're riding him.
sadist!hiori who loves using vibrators on you. he buys so many for you, and you go out at least once every two weeks with a vibrator up your cunt. he has the controller, of course, and he tortures you by putting that shit on its highest setting whenever you’re talking to someone. and if you decide to act like a brat to him? telling him to piss off and turn it off? he does the exact opposite and keeps it that way until y’all get home.
sadist!hiori who loves seeing marks and bruises on your skin, especially if they’re from him. he leaves you littered with hickeys and love bites, pressing on them afterwards just to hear your whines and whimpers of pain.
sadist!hiori who’s into dacryphilia. your tears are such a turn on for him, and he loves making you sob until your makeup is running down your face.
sadist!hiori who loves your blood. the taste, the color, he doesn’t care as long as it’s you. entirely you. he’s obsessed with seeing your blood rush to the surface as he cuts you. he loves watching the red bead in the line of the cut, letting it well up enough just to smear it across your skin with his thumb. he salivates almost every time he gets a taste of your blood, metallic and sweet causing tingles on his tongue.
sadist!hiori who loves fucking you on your period. he loves watching the blood mixed with arousal gush around his fingers, cock, whatever he decides to put inside you. he loves the mess. he’s entirely whipped by how sensitive you are. he’s probably not opposed to eating you out on your period as well. red looks so good on him, after all.
sadist!hiori is so intent on blurring the lines between pain and pleasure. when you’re with him, you’re really not sure when pleasure ends and pain begins. you’re delirious with how his teeth pierce your skin, drawing blood as if he were a fucking vampire.
sadist!hiori loves to edge you for hours, making you beg for that short moment of euphoria. only once he’s decided that you’ve earned it, he’ll let you cum. soon, you’re begging for the opposite of what you’ve asked prior—now you’re begging him to stop. he’ll edge you for so long only to overstimulate you, coaxing one orgasm after another.
“ah—yo, f-fuck!” you squeal out, your hands balling at his bedsheets. “please jus’ lemme cum!”
“ah-ah, sugar. you haven’t earned it yet,” hiori sings, torturing you with his happy-go-lucky tone. “still, you look so pretty like this. and it’s all f’me, ain’t it?”
“yo—! please!” you grab onto his wrist, trying to keep his hand plastered to your cunt. he’s been torturing you for hours.
what started off with him dragging a knife dangerously close to your cunt, led to this. he only intended to carve a few words of praise onto your thighs, marking you as his. but watching the blood pool and scab around his name got him incredibly aroused. he wanted nothing but to downright ruin you. where has that led you? to the current moment.
you’re sprawled out beneath him, legs hooked around him. his cock is plunging in and out of you aggressively, and you can hear the dirty squelch each time he moves. you’re so wet, it’s humiliating. all you can hear is your pretty boyfriend’s pornographic moans and how your arousal gushes around hiori’s cock. you don’t even realize how loud you’re moaning—don’t even realize hiori laughing at how pathetic you sound.
from this position, he can see all the pretty red cuts and purple hickeys he left all over your body. tears are pouring from the sides of your cheeks with how frustrated you are from getting edged and humiliated like this. he hears the cry you let out at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. god, you’re so fucking cute.
“fine. ya wanna cum?” hiori gathers your hands above your head and abruptly pins both of your wrists onto the bed. he uses his free hand to angle your hips a little higher, and you fucking sob. “you can cum, alright.”
the new angle gives him access to that one spot inside of you, and you enter euphoria as soon as the tip of his cock makes contact. it's so intense, hours of being pent-up and teased, held on the edge for so long—it has you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. hiori doesn’t let up even after your orgasm has seemed to wash over—no, he’s bullying that spot with pinpoint precision.
“can’t take more! t’much—yo—please!” you beg, tears falling faster than before.
“huh? thought ya wanted to c—cum, sugar.” hiori’s so fucking mean. everything about him is so mean. “i’m gonna pull as many as i can get from ya 'until 'til i cum.”
he’s not lying. in fact, he even speeds up the pace of his hips. his cock drags along the walls of your pussy with such force, and you choke out a sob with every thrust.
“you’re gonna take me—” thrust. “like a good—” thrust. “fucking—” thrust. “sl—slut.” hiori moans out the last word as he feels your walls flutter around him. you want to hold him, to grab onto him, to ground yourself as your second orgasm intensifies, and you can’t. hiori has your wrists pinned above your head to make you feel helpless. your control is slipping, and his power over you only grows. you’re so utterly ruined and it's only the second orgasm of the night.
both of you are drunk on each other, absolutely delirious and driven by pleasure. even if hiori seems to be clear-headed, he’s absolutely whipped from the feeling of your pussy squeezing him. you’re so fucking tight, and he wants to cum badly. but hiori wants to drag this out, make you go stupid before he can cum.
“f-fuck. keep squeezin’ me like that and you’re gonna kill me,” hiori sighs out. one of his hands is still on your hip, lifting it up to allow him access to that spot that makes you see fucking stars. you’re so sensitive to everything. you can feel every single cut and bruise he’s left on your skin, and it’s a pleasurable kind of pain. the tip of his cock is bullying your insides with such force and precision that you can feel yourself going stupid. every time his pelvis meets your clit, your orgasm builds up again and again—until you’re cumming all over his cock again for the third time in a row.
hiori thinks you’re so pretty like this, eyes washed over with tears, makeup running down your cheeks, and swollen lips from prior make outs. he scans your body, from your breasts and all the way down to where both of you are connected.
there's a ring of white formed around the base of his cock, and every time he pulls out just to plunge back in, he can see himself shining. you’re so fucking wet. you can barely even speak now—hiori can tell. he lets go of your hips but still manages to locate that sweet spot deep inside you repeatedly. his hand trails down to your pussy, thumb settling right on your clit.
you almost choke.
“yo—! baby, please! too—t’sensitive there!” you’re actually wail, and that seems to replenish whatever stamina hiori has lost, cause now he’s thrusting his hips impossibly harder into your cunt.
“yeah? i think you want it rougher then,” he laughs.
hiori quickly pulls out of you, and you whine at the loss. but your whines are replaced by a yelp when the palm of his hand makes contact with your clit and you hear a clap! this sick bastard just slapped your cunt.
his hand flies back to the base of his cock, eyes glued straight to your pussy. hiori rubs the tip of his dick on your clit for a minute before guiding it back in, reveling in the way you thrash against him. “feels too g-good! so—so sensitive!”
“yeah? keep cummin’ on my dick then, sweetheart. i still have a long way to go.”
fuck.
a/n: i LOVE whoever made this request btw. i was geeked the fuck out writing this entire thing. i hope i didn't disappoint!