hear me out: how would some of your yanderes react if they had a darling escape? like, fully disappear and cannot ever be found when they escape? a darling that haunts the narrative >:)
Ohohoho...... >:)
Isabelle is an easy one, because if you slipped through her fingers and she couldn't get you back, she would start killing people that look like you. She would get so obsessed that she wouldn't stop thinking about you, about finally finding you and proving you can't ever get away from her--she'd get unhinged to the point of becoming even more dangerous than she already is. She might even force some of her captives to dress and act like you just to try and quench that desire to have you.
Others, like Hyun-jin, Makoi, Yuya, and Aryll, would use their connections to try and scrape everything they can in search of you. Tracking your online profiles, looking for you in person, they would employ, threaten, or just enlist the help of their trusted colleagues to try and track you down. Even if it costs them thousands they'll do it for your sake, at least that's what they tell themselves as they spend years draining away their lives just for the hope of seeing you again.
Umi would drive themselves crazy with a severe, intense depression that washes over them. They'll let their hair dye wash out and go back to its natural colour, they won't stream, they'll barely do anything in your absence. Kaito will have to check on them just to make sure they eat enough not to starve.
Leigh, Tsung, and Seiko would all make shrines dedicated to you after failing to find you in a reasonable amount of time. They'll spend so much time worshipping and adding whatever tiny, insignificant bits and bobs they can to your altar until it completely consumes their lives. Seiko would likely dress up a pillow in your clothes and use it for pleasure just to relieve the stress and tension of you being gone.
I’m curious how the yans would react to their darling suggesting being free use? Some of them would never act right EVER again; but I also think some would start out too nervous to make a move, but once they do it a few times, they become something of a menace.
prrrrr.......free use, you say? i have.......ideas >:) (lmk if u want more! <3)
Elias obviously needs to keep you around while he's working, and it just so happens that he's also in need of a good secretary for his practice. Win-win! He can have the best of both worlds: keep you close enough that he can see you whenever he wants, and you've got something to busy yourself with when he gives you paperwork--but aside from filing a few things you basically just get to mess around on the computer while he's in session. And unless you're into it, you won't be hearing any questionable noises and thumping through the wall--he's had to rebrand and lost some repeat customers, but he's a taken man now, so no more shenanigans.
Of course, that means you've got a much hornier, much needier cowboy on your hands than you're used to. He doesn't need to jerk off between clients or on his break anymore if the mood hits him midday--that's what he's got you for now, right? He can just waltz out of his office, tap you on the shoulder, and drop to his knees right there. Worried you'll get caught, that someone might walk in early or a solicitor will drop by? Then you just need to stay nice and quiet while he's under your desk. He might just end up leaving indents in the floor from the spurs on his boots, cause it's so easy and you're so accessible and you don't even have to stop working! In fact, if he's in the mood to tease, he might dangle the threat of stopping over your head if you don't keep working while he goes down on you.
But knowing him, there'll be an equal chance of him rushing over, locking the door to the office, and just throwing you over the desk like he can't wait a second longer to have you. There's a reason he's got so much time in between his clients, and it's because there's no better time to mess up his cute little secretary, and make sure you have to sit with his cum leaking down your legs the rest of the day.
Kaito has half a mind to just sit you on his lap all day. He doesn't have to go out for work, he barely leaves the house as is, and you're around each other most of the time anyways. Why not? He could game or tweak his latest sketches with you settled and comfy on his lap, his cock twitching softly inside you with those pretty mewls of yours perking him up. That, to him, is heaven.
If that's not the case, though, then sparing a hand to entertain you is just as good. Especially if you're in an argument, or if he's mad at you, or if he's just annoyed but not in the mood to talk about it. He doesn't even have to be paying attention, but more than likely you'll be begging for him to give you some.
With the spare seat next to him and his eyes glued to his computer screen, he only needs one hand to fiddle with his tablet pen as he shades his latest drawing. And all the while he has his fingers buried between your legs, his reactions minimal as you soak his chair with sweat and grab at his sleeve in desperation. You keep cumming all over yourself, you're a mess, and he's already gonna have to clean you up after so at least don't distract him. Each orgasm aches more than the last with overstimulation melting your brain into your skull, but you won't even stop him. You probably could, but why would you? He said it himself: he's gonna clean you up when he's done, you just have to wait until he finishes up. But knowing Kaito, odds are he's gonna make you much, much messier before he actually gets to that part.
Lilith loves providing for you. She loves to make you happy, to come home with money and food and love, and to shower you with everything she has without you having to lift a finger. You love her, you've done enough.
But when the opportunity to bus tables at her restaurant comes around, it's a hard deal to ignore. Extra income, extra time together, and extra chances for you to socialize and put in some hard work? If you're all over it then she can't exactly say no. A good girlfriend wouldn't say no to such a simple request. It may have her biting her nails at first, but seeing you succeed fills her with a feeling of pride that gives her an extra spring in her step on those extra-hard days.
But she's lucky that the diner has so few willing waitresses and such a small staff to begin with, because you two can get so close to getting caught with your pants down. She'd never consider getting off at work before this, but with you so present and available all the time...shooting her those lusty looks across the dining room, bending over just a little too far while you're cleaning tables, brushing by her just a little too close while she's taking an order...if she didn't pull you into the bathroom and push you up against the stall, she might just go crazy. Whether it's your hand up her skirt or hers down yours, it really doesn't matter--if you're going to let her touch you whenever she wants, then she has to take advantage of it. Nearly every break soon turns into a chance to get away, her lunch swapped out for a glorious ten minutes with your legs spread, body bent forward, and her tongue making short work of that promise you made that you'd stay quiet.
Isabelle isn't offered the suggestion of free use. You are free use. You're her toy, you're meant to be used, and you're smart enough to know that she doesn't take such a stance lightly. She's not fucking around with any of that touchy-feely, "casual dominance" crap. You'll know she's dominating you because she won't let you forget your place--look away for a moment, let your guard down, and you'll be pounced on before you can make sense of it. Even if she's just finished making you cum for every year you've been alive, she could very well come back into the room after a minute and decide she's not quite done yet. Bathing, showering, eating, sleeping, it's all the same. So long as you're still breathing, there's an incredibly high chance that you won't go very long without her weight pinning you down or your legs pulled apart for her to have a taste. But at least you're still alive, which is more than can be said for Isabelle's other playthings and romantic interests.
You would think that someone as poised, confident, and professional as Dr. Moorwell wouldn't be nearly as intrigued by the concept. Adrian is a romantic, after all--a chivalrous one at that--so you would struggle to imagine him as being so crass and self-indulgent with his lover.
Alas, he is. In fact, he's like a beast while in pursuit of it. Adrian loves to catch you while you're unawares; reading, reaching up for something on a high shelf, organizing his library, taking a sip of your drink, crawling under the sofa to retrieve whatever you dropped, the view makes him shudder and his belt comes off like the buckle is melting. There's always a touch first, a light tap or a brush down your sides to reassure you that it's him, but it's just a formality. The quick smack of his palm hitting your backside is the real test, because so long as your cute little squeal is followed up by a whine or a moan, he knows there's no risk. He can squeeze you, pull you apart, violate those precious, sacred spots so deep they've never seen the light, and it'll satisfy you to the point of making you gush all over him like he's turned the dial of a sprinkler.
At this point he might as well give you the title of housemaid. Your presence in his home reassures such tidy, homely feelings even amidst the stacked clutter and the piles of unread books. Besides, he'd have an excuse to put you in one of those silly, frilly costumes with the headbands and the wrist cuffs, and you could call him--w-well, it doesn't matter what you call him, so long as you prance around as happy and sweet as usual, and look at him with all that love in your eyes even once he's reduced you to tears and trembling legs.
Nina would be the last person to ever accept such a sinister request. Touch you? Unprompted? Without gloves, or a thorough hand washing, or..? You seriously think she would ever do such a thing on a whim?
That terrible attitude only lasts a few minutes, however, because her complaints are only a farce for how her mind has started working in overdrive. Because you like her enough to ask her for something so lewd. Because you think she's pretty. Because you look at her and think hot, wet thoughts despite her difficult attitude and her insistence on keeping everything clean. You desire her, and that's a feeling that's only come by on very, very rare occasions.
Hence why your request is fulfilled so quickly--like, less than twenty minutes quickly. Less than the time it would take for her to shower and scrub and go through her step-by-step routine in order to touch you, because the waiting is too agonizing and she just has to feel you. To feel your love and your beating heart in your chest, your pulse pounding all the way up your fingertips as you spread her open on your stupid, dirty, filthy hands. The only reason she'll allow it is just because it's you, but don't you dare get a big head! This is just more convenient for her. She'll just take a shower afterwards. But...well, you're coming with her. It'll surely be easier to clean up if you're already in there, so if you think your bathing time from then on is going to go uninterrupted, you'll be very sorely mistaken.
Would any of your ocs dislike having an obsessed darling??
Honestly, I can't really imagine they would! At least not to a significant degree. There are some like Isabelle who would be put off by the clinginess at first, but she likes the attention especially if it means you're more willing to let her do sadistic stuff to you. Otherwise I can't imagine any of them would dislike having their darling be obsessed or possessive or greedy with them. There's Harley who hates it at first but it's mostly theatrics, because he doesn't want to admit that your clinginess turns him on and really makes him feel like a man. But yeah, other than that, I don't think they would!
Kinktober Day 29 - Isabelle Dmitriev / Spectrophilia
cws: gn!ghost!darling, female!serial killer!yandere, spectrophilia, darling death, oral, teasing, mentions of drugging, kidnapping, past noncon, face riding, sex on (in?) a grave, dirty talk
plot: with your heart safely locked away, you're bound to the place where you took your last breaths. and try as you might to haunt her, your murderer still finds you to be as cute a toy as ever. (1.3k)
Isabelle always said she would never let you go. At first you thought she meant it purely in the physical sense, as in she would make sure you left this plane of existence by her hands and hers alone. You didn't imagine that the pain she caused you in life would follow you all the way into death and beyond.
There wasn't anyone else here but her. Regardless of how many bodies were buried beneath the grounds of her home, you never caught even a whiff of another ghost. Another one of her victims. There was nobody you could commiserate with, nobody who understood your pain. When Isabelle told you nobody was coming to look for you, you didn't want to believe her–but that reality was as unforgiving and cold as the pain of your loneliness, wandering this earth all by yourself.
It almost hurt more to finally give in to her. When you approached on weightless feet in the woods, she doubtlessly thought you were coming by just to haunt her. She peered at you over her shoulder, out of breath, dripping with sweat, her sleeves rolled up and braced on the shovel in her hands. It'd sunk deep into the dirt where she was digging her next grave, her latest victim already wrapped up in tarp and awaiting their premature slumber in the soil. This one hadn't been dismembered, they were still whole…maybe she liked them less than she liked you. She yanked the shovel up and thrust it down straight into the dirt so she could lean on the handle, watching you with cold, clear eyes.
“Lost, little bird?” She chuckled as if she had nothing to do with the state you were in, like she was watching you pass by with no stakes in the game. Like you hadn't seen those same hands twitch with rage when you dared to slip out of her grasp. When you were still alive, Isabelle found endless ways to toy with you. Not just bruising, not just binding, but breaking you down piece by piece until you breathed nothing but the scent of your own blood.
When you drew closer, she reached out for you. And when her hand didn't go through you, it touched you, you knew for certain she was right about never letting you go. Because even if it was coming from her, you finally felt an inkling of warmth since you took your last breaths in her basement. It came to you naturally, and brought a smirk bubbling up from her hidden reserve of ego, when you followed her finger pointing to the grave and knelt down inside it. It was still shallow, so she wouldn't have had to step down, but she did–and she brought one foot up to steady herself against the lip of the dirt, already freeing herself of those same pants she wore to dig out your own resting place.
“Gentle, now.” Her long, pointed nails didn't scratch or itch you anymore, just titillated as they grazed your ghostly cheek. “Haven't eaten in a while, have you?” It was her smugness that set you off the most, but despite the urge welling up in you to grab her by the neck and squeeze, you knew it wouldn't result in anything of value. A ghost could do no harm to the living, that much you knew from your attempts on her already.
Worse still was the fact that your body ached for something, anything to quench the unbearable drought within it. Dying was such a horrid process where everything would spill out of you all at once, you'd witnessed it yourself and if not for knowing Isabelle's particular fascination with death, you would have no idea how she could stomach such a view of someone she supposedly loved.
But it was that desire that drove you, however foolishly, to relent to her guiding hands and press your lips to her mound. That first touch was familiar at least–for the first time since dying you recalled what it was like to feel alive.
“That's it,” She sighed out as you took up your place beneath her, tongue just as wet yet much cooler than she remembered. You slathered her folds with spit before slowly dragging the tip through them, exactly as she'd taught you when you were first learning to please her. “Call me a liar, but I missed this.”
Granted, the first time trying it was much messier. You were drunk, drugged, fighting her woozily outside the bar while she manhandled you into her car, until she managed to get you down and smothered your protests the best way she knew how. You really thought you were going to die that night, suffocated by a stranger's cunt straddling your face as she whispered down at you to just pass out. By comparison, she was much gentler after you were tied up and trapped in her home when she attempted to teach you how to perform for your new ‘love’.
Isabelle swirled her hips in slow circles, taunting your tongue to follow her as she forced you to chase after her taste. If only you could slap her thigh to stop her from moving, you wouldn't have to endure the pain of her punishments in your ghostly form…if only. And if only she didn't taste so endearingly sweet with each lap deeper and deeper inside. It was aggravating for a murderer with no conscience.
“Isn't this romantic?” She panted, her eyes hazy with lust. “You're buried around here. Most of you, anyways.” Instead of allowing you the dignity of answering, she pushed your head further between her legs until you were practically swapping kisses with her dripping cunt. “Maybe I should dig you up?”
You shook your head, still buried deep with your nose bumping her clit. Isabelle laughed.
“I'm just kidding. You know I'm not like that.” You don't, actually. The last thing you would ever do was trust her, but even that was too far out of your realm to even consider a human doing. She groaned into her next hard thrust against your mouth, and managed to squeeze down on your tongue just right to make it feel like you were trapped. “Oh, that's nice. That's a good pet.” What you hated even more was that her praise, her gentle ruffling through your hair, it all felt…warm. It felt like you belonged somewhere again.
Isabelle reassured her stance on the edge of the pit by digging her heel in, making sure she wouldn't slip and stop you as she kept riding your face harder, and harder. It came to the point where she was just using you as she would a pillow, humping you rough and fast and grinding her clit against whatever firmness she could find. If you had need for air you would've suffocated through her brutal treatment, but it was because you didn't that she finally found release–since the moment your heart stopped beating, you finally had some use to her again.
“Fuck!” Her walls clenched, her hips stuttered, and she hunched low over you like a looming shadow as her heartbeat pulsed wildly through your tongue. As always, her end was the only time you noticed any weakness in her, as she fell victim to the bliss only her most beloved ones could ever grant her; in essence, it was the only time she ever felt truly alive.
It was then that her foot finally slipped and she collapsed forward into the grave, your spiritual visage flickering but not fading with the sudden thump into soft dirt. Isabelle sat back on her haunches still short of breath and gazed down, somewhat dazed but smiling as she shuffled to get a better look at your face.
“You're never getting away,” From here you could hear her heart pounding, her blood rushing and flooding hot through her veins. She wasn't just riled up, she wasn't angry, but…eerily full of fervor. Her eyes, once blue and clear, were wild. “You'll always–always–belong to me.”
Who else has a thing for getting their crush drunk/high so they can take advantage?
(cws: drugging, kidnapping, noncon)
Isabelle for SURE. One of her favourite ways to kidnap a darling is by spiking their drink--you'd think the bartender is safe, in fact you might not even consider that she would do anything to your drink. It's even a lady bartender! But she's so quick with dousing your liquor with powder that nobody would even notice if they watched her do it. And as long as you keep drinking, she keeps serving you with no regard for how far past your limit you might be. It's so much easier to get you out the side door after the last call and wrestle you into the trunk of her car. You'll still be fucked up by the drugs and the booze in your system by the time she gets you home, and she likes that--she loves the unwilling slickness between your thighs and the lack of resistance despite the uncertainty in your eyes. It might not turn to panic just yet cause you're barely aware of your surroundings, much less the manicured nails scraping your soft skin as she drags your bottoms down over your hips, but it will once you come out of it and realize you're never going home.
(cws: needles)
Aryll wouldn't mind drugging you either if it meant he could get you home with him. He's definitely on the side of hard drugs, a quick pinch with a needle and you're putty in his arms. Although Ken would also do this if he needed to, he wouldn't really consider touching you until you were starting to wake up--whereas Aryll might not be in the headspace to care if you feel it, he just needs to get off inside you and he needs to do it now.
I could see Jiyu doing this too. Getting you drunk at an afterparty and dry-humping you in the backseat of a car or her dressing room, desperately trying to convince you to let her go all the way even when you lightly push at her and sluggishly try to move her off. She'll end up sitting on your face and trapping you or shoving hers between your legs while you pull at her hair, and not stop until she makes you cum--and then there'll be a nice shame factor instilled in you that'll make it easier for her to manipulate you into being hers for real.
(cws: gunplay)
Hyun-jin is also in this category. Whereas he'd prefer to use aphrodisiacs and he'd prefer to do it as your lover, he's not above challenging you to a drinking contest under the guise of friendly rivalry (or an icebreaker between strangers) just to pull you aside when you're out of your mind and use your hand to jerk himself off. Alternatively, if you try to fight him or bite him when he's in the midst of luring you in, he'll just end up whipping out his gun for a quick and easy dose of "motivation". Who knew you'd magically be able to deepthroat him as soon as he pressed the muzzle to your head? You must've been holding out on him, huh?
If you're a human, Mel would give you heat-inducing pills just to see if they'd work. And when they do, well, there's no other choice but to help you out! Poor human, all fucked-out and brainless because you've never experienced the glory and pain of a heat cycle--you should be so glad Mel is willing to help you ride it out, even if you don't know whether you really want it or not. Good thing he's great at convincing you you do, all it takes is his tongue in your mouth and a little bit of prying you open to slip inside!
She'll feel a little guilty about it, but Lyza would absolutely be turned on if she saw you getting drunk out of your mind. If you're a student of hers, it's even harder for her to shake off the thoughts she has about bending you over and making you squirm on her fingers. It's so hard to resist. Especially if you're a woman; pretty, airheaded college girls are definitely her weakness, particularly if they're so eager to spread their legs in a drunken stupor. Even if she exercises self-control, she might not be able to help from groping you a little bit as she helps you get back to your dorm...and does it really hurt anything if you don't even remember it?
Sahvi would absolutely take advantage of you in an altered state, particularly if she's smoked you up into oblivion and you're passed out on her bed or the sofa. She'd love it if you weren't even together yet--her fantasy of you, a shy and awkward thing who can't admit you like her, is such a turn-on it's impossible for her not to take the opportunity when it presents itself. Especially if you're insecure; socially awkward, fat, if you think you're ugly or stupid or all of the above, she loves it and doesn't play off it, rather likes the battle of having to convince you she likes you regardless of how you feel about yourself. What better way to do that than to hump your drugged-up body, and gently shush you when you slur your words to ask what she's doing?
Who are the top 3 of your yanderes that would physically hurt their darling?
good question hehe! I would probably break it up into these categories:
1. Ebbi - sexy harm
Ebbi, by virtue of being a sexual sadist, is most definitely at the highest tier of causing harm for pleasure purposes; ie, he would rather cause temporary pain or injury in a sexual setting, rather than cause harm just for the sake of harm. He will, and he can, but even if he does it non-sexually he still gets sexual gratification from it, and his goal isn't to cause lasting harm. He's much more likely to leave a bruise that he can gloat about afterwards, let it heal, and then make another one all over again, rather than cut a limb off. He likes to keep you on the edge rather than limit you until there's almost nothing left.
2. Aryll - mutilation harm
Aryll's view on pain is similar to Ebbi's in that it's sexually gratifying for him, but he's different in that it's not exclusively so. He doesn't feel the same kind of pleasure from killing a cult member or many kinds of patients, but he does get sexual gratification from and sexualizes harm he does to you, as he would to people that he finds attractive. For example, he can perform several surgeries over the course of a week and feel relatively normal, just excitable at the sight of blood. But if he performs surgery on you or has to take your blood, he'll get turned on and the inherent pleasure he gets from the act will become sexualized. Besides that, he intends to mutilate and will feel a need to exert power over you through pain, whether it's scarring, amputation, or simply an injury he causes that he'll have to help you tend to for an extended period of time (or for life) so he can always have a reason to feel like he's needed.
3. Isabelle - elimination harm
Isabelle is distinct from these two because she can only cause harm if she does have an intimate connection with someone. This doesn't mean she wouldn't kill someone if she had to defend herself, but any sort of pain she inflicts willingly has to be upon somebody she feels love for. And therein lies the reason for her many doomed lovers--because her scope is so narrow to fit only those she deems the worthiest, she doesn't get her murderous urges out like others do their anger. She can't kick a wall or smash a glass and feel relief from her desire to kill. It has to be someone special, someone she adores more than her own self, and it quickly becomes a case of smothering love. She loves you so hard you break, and then the cycle has to begin anew.
Thinking about how, while Adrain still has her memory, Isabelle will always have Sabrina’s heart (literally in this case). 💔
Anyways! Who would win in a fight? Adrian or Isabelle? (No weapons).
RIP 🥲 ice cold!!
Honestly, I think we'd be looking at Adrian as the winner. But purely on the stipulation that he finds out Isabelle is the one who murdered his wife, because he wouldn't have enough fight in him to hurt someone without very good reason. It'd be a bit like a puzzle coming together; he'd get a flash of a memory he hasn't thought of almost since it happened. How he noticed a teenager he'd never seen before walking off of the same trail he was just about to run down. How they met eyes for just a passing second as he laced up his sneakers, and he didn't think much of her lingering stare at the time, before she quickly glanced away and shoved her hands in her pockets as she walked off. It was so mundane he never brought it up, couldn't even recall it in all the years he spent being questioned by the police after discovering Sabrina's body.
Putting that together with hard evidence or a confession would absolutely break him down to the very fibres of his being. He'd lose it a little bit. I imagine he wouldn't even drag it out, he'd be so angry he sees nothing but red--once he gets his hands around her throat it'd be over for Isabelle. Adrian's a lot stronger and heavier than she is, pair that with the lingering grief and knowledge that a life's worth of suffering has all come down to one horrendously evil young woman, and there's nothing that would get him off of her once he starts strangling her. Whether he goes to jail or suffers worse consequences afterwards, it wouldn't really matter, at least not enough to stop him. It'd just be a matter of putting this horrible period of his life to an end, starting at the moment that he finally feels the fight leave her body and her eyes go glassy and hollow. He probably wouldn't even realize how scary he is when he does it, or how quietly and calmly he goes about it despite the rage absolutely blazing in his eyes. It'd be a hard thing to come back from, but even if she got the jump on Adrian first, I really can't see Isabelle winning that fight against him without the help of any weapons.
