i‘ve been in silksong hell & the grandmother somehow reminded me of silas. I‘m wondering how he was treated by other elves when they learned „motherhood“ was his goal
sooooooo i writed another fic for @meo-eiru
i love all of their sweet OCs.
You have a harder time getting off with Silas around, constantly with you, teasing you and being wholly unable to even fuck him. So you find another way to silence his cries.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
TW: kidnapped/trapped oc, smut, foul mouthed (2nd person omniscient is sooooooooo fun for these)
ALSO i made a new "work" on A03 for all my borrowed loves. <3
This is my new OC that i made for dress up purpose, but then i came accross @meo-eiru ‘s yanderes posts and then i remembered how i almost made an OC to join the yanderes and uhh there she is!
I gave up on her clothes
Anyways she’s a chill girl with a normal life (except that she’s an orphan), she has a unique mindset and is quiet most of the time.
She used to talk a lot but stopped due to dysarthria that refrains her from talking freely and makes her unable to form a speech normally (she’s lowkey mute but thank goodness she can still mumbles some words).
She was an energetic classmates in her classes, but the thing about her is she is good at everything but best at nothing. This is also why although she talks with everyone in class, none would run up to her first to talk or be invite her into their group and it really hurts her ego and confidence + her illness makes it worse so she just stopped communicating in general.
She is smart and excellent in school except for physics and her best subject is biology since she wanted to know more about her disease and she reads a lot. The reason why she didn’t go see a doctor was because she thought it wasn’t bad and it’s just a result from her not talking for a long time (she developed dysarthria during the time when she stopped talking in school).
Oh and she also has aphantasia, which is an inability to form visual mental images, for example she cannot imagine how Theo looks like visually, but she knows who she’s thinking and knows that he has one big eyes always looking at her! I personally wanna see how the yanderes would react to that lol (especially Lavi), since she know about sexual activities but never think much of it due to her not even being able to visualize such things (poor girl 💔). She’s a librarian so it must be easy to engage in an event with her.
My personal fav yandere is Theo but idk abt Annett, she either don’t care or change her mind according to their actions and events with each of them.
Funfact: she loves rhythm games for instance Deemo and VOEZ
Un coeur en demi-teinte (part 1?) Yandere x F!reader
Yandere Priest character and art by @meo-eiru. I love that man despite any logic or survival instincts.
There will probably be 2 or 3 chapters total (maybe idk), this chapter is more to set the scene.
Warning : none... For now
Father Micah walks peacefully among the stalls of the market, politely smiling at the passersby greeting him with respect, sometimes even bowing their heads to him a bit.
“Hello, Father.” They say.
Micah pursues his groceries, occasionally caressing the heads of some children running to him in awe, following him around like a celebrity.
He is a celebrity here, and Micah is deeply respected in this town. People come to him for his blessing, for his forgiveness, and advice. They come lost and destroyed but after a discussion with him, they leave the monastery rebuilt, new, serene...
People look up to him each time they are in trouble and follows blindly his opinion.
People were skeptical about this new technology called Phone Marty and some protested the installation of one in the town hall, descending the streets with signs, screaming that this object would bring decadence and destruction to the town. Micah intervened in favor of it and even agreed to put on a show to call the Bishop of the region in front of a public with a smile. He had a small speech arguing that this was the future and the town should follow, that he saw no ill in this piece of technology and the townies had nothing to fear about it.
Micah was not in the least surprised of the townies reaction. He chosed this city for a very specific reason after all.
The city is isolated between steep mountains and the first train station of the town is very difficult to access and was built 80 years later compared to the rest of the country. This city is like a bubble, blocked in the past and Micah saw an opportunity here.
To rule unquestioned on a small bastion.
With careful planning and politics, the young Priest carved himself a place in the town and gained immense popularity and influence over the population ruled by old rigid traditions.
Micah calculates his move carefully, even going against the Church’s wishes sometimes to base his power over the entire town. He fought for mandatory vaccines for children, getting vaccinated himself as an example, and helped eradicate the smallpox from the town that took so many lives before.
He fought for a mixed school for adolescents, choosing to trust them while their parents thought it would pervert an entire generation and the nation was distrustful of the process. He held the class in an isolated room of the Monastery, welcoming for free any young who trusted the project, allowing the young girls and boys to meet organically while the town slowly lost population due to low birth rates.
His project was fruitful.
A larger range of young earned their diploma and married soon after with their school sweetheart, bringing new babies to the town. The Mayor who did not believe in his idea and fought against him had to come personally to present his excuses and ask to work together for the betterment of the town
Micah accepted as he won what he wanted.
Power.
Power to reign supreme over the town.
Any new decision needed the young Father’s approval, any new Mayor needed his support to win. Micah decided what to do with the town, whom to accept and whom to ban from the town, which new law to install, and which one to repel.
Micah could model the town at his will, making it his personal kingdom and Eden’s garden for his personal enjoyment. People believed any word he said and he earned that power. People followed his lead like a dog obeys its Master and he used this power wisely.
Micah had everything to be happy.
Or what he thought he needed to have to be happy...
But as the years passed by, a growing hole appeared in his soul, devouring any sentiment he had in his heart. He felt dissatisfied and like something crucial was missing in his life.
Until recently, that is!
Until...
“Father Micah?” A young woman’s voice pulls him out of his reverie before a stall.
“Yes young Lady?” He politely smiles at her.
She blushes hard and searches for something in her pockets, taking out an envelope that she hands him, the face bright red. He considers it for a second before taking it gently. The envelope smells like rose and lavender.
Perfume cost a fortune in this day and age but this young woman still used it on her letter for him.
She bows to him, still red, and runs away to a circle of other young women waiting for her in the distance. Surely her group of friends.
Micah observes the envelope of a delicate pinkish color.
A love letter.
Another one.
He turns away from the girls and crumples it in his fist, throwing it away as he leaves the Market for the Monastery.
He has no use for this love or any love that came before it.
Micah crosses the town until a paper pinned on a pole catches his attention. On it, the portrait of a young woman he knows very well is drawn, offering a large sum of money for her capture.
“We still did not catch that witch?” Someone asks behind him.
He turns to an old man, taking support on a cane to stand still.
“The sheriff did not warn me that they did at least.” Micah explains, taking the paper in his delicate hand “So young... Who could have known such a monster was acting among us...”
“That angel of death! I hope she burns in hell!” The old man spit on the ground.
“This is a terrible thought, sir. Such desire could bring you down with her, be careful.” He warns.
The old man sniffs, but ultimately nods.
“Did we find new victims?” He asks.
“I cannot reveal such information, sir. The Sheriff trusts me with it.” Micah retorts gently
“You are the light of this town, Father. You should not let us in the dark like that, if even you start having secrets we are done for. Surely you know something!” The old man begs.
Micah pretends to look around them before leaning to the ear of the old man and starts whipsering.
“We think a recent death in the Monastery hospital might be due to poisoning...”
“Hell! She found her way in the Monastery hopsital?! This witch has no limits! She deconsecrates the church and the souls of the victims!” The old man rages.
Micah presses his finger on his lips.
“Of course, this info is strictly confidential for the investigation. I would not want it to spread in the town and cause a mass hysteria, can I trust you?”
The old man’s eyes start glimming mischeviously.
“I will be as mute as a tomb, Father.”
“Good. Go now, I must prepare for the Mass tonight.” Micah politely enjoins.
“Of course father. Another mass to pray for her victims’ souls?”
“I will hold as much as it is needed. Until we capture and judge her for her deed.”
The old man nod and walk away.
Micah smiles to himself.
The old man lost three grandkids to that woman and his hate for her is deep.
His hate for you...
Of course, he is going to spread the word to the town, enraging the spirits even more, starting a new witch hunt in the Mountains and the forests nearby.
Micah tears your poster off the pole and walks to the Monastery. He crosses it to gain his apartment, a small house in the garden of the Monastery, isolated and peaceful.
His castle in his kingdom.
He opens the door and locks it behind him immediately.
“Rosebud? (Y/n)? I am home.” He announces.
You open a door and come running into his arms, pressing you against his taller frame.
“Father Micah...!”
“Did anyone see you?” He investigate.
“No! I remained hidden like you ordered me to.”
“Good. You must not leave this house under any pretenses, you are not safe outside.”
You part from him, sighing.
“I know Father, I know... Did you talk to the Sheriff?”
“He is busy with a new case, unfortunately.” He explains, putting down the groceries on the table, “I will plead your case do not worry. But the spirits are boiling and vengeful, a new victim has been discovered.”
“I did not kill them! I did not kill anyone! You know that, Micah, don’t you?!” You beg with eyes wet with tears threatening to spill.
“I believe you, (Y/n). I do. But you know how the town is, you know how they think. It will be hard to clear your name of any suspicion.”
You lower your head defeated.
“I see...”
“I am with you in this trial, my child.” He takes your shoulder in his hand to squeeze it gently, a reassuring smile on his face.
“I know... Thank God at least you believe me... If you did not, I do not know what I would have done...” You sob, “I would be lost forever...”
“Dry your tears, my darling. I am working on it, do not fret.” He promises, pulling you to him to die his nose in your hair.
You smell delectable, just as he loves.
You press your feminine curves against his body in a desperate search for support, wiping a tear away.
Micah smiles to himself again.
Poor little lamb... So lost and fragile.
So adorable
So intoxicating
His darling
His rosebud.
His...
He cups your cheek to make you look at him.
“Come on now. I must prepare for the evening Mass, do you need anything?”
“Will you be gone for long?” You grab his hand desperately.
“No. 2 hours at most, as always.”
“Come back to me soon...” You beg, “I feel so alone in here.”
“I promise, my darling.” And he kisses your forehead tenderly.
Not your lips.
Not yet...
This is for later
For when you will totally be at his mercy, under his power.
Then he will break his vows and delight himself of your soul and body.
He will eat you up
Devour you until you beg for his mercy
And maybe he will stop
Or maybe not
He is a capricious man and he is demanding.
You did not know what kind of hell you entered when you got down that wagon train, when you entered that secluded town as an outsider...
Silas Character and Art belongs to @meo-eiru pls go to her and tell she‘s the queen of yandere
since so many peeps asked for more Silas smut, here‘s him „cleaning“ you. Don‘t know how lore accurate this is so pls forgive me if i missed something! i also didn‘t really proof-read so oops 😶🌫️
Warnings: 18+, dubcon, noncon, oral sex, general nsfw
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His long tongue lapped up your sweet and sour juices. You squirmed, both from the explosive pleasuring scale and his firm grip on your wrists.
You had been telling him about the concept of Valentine‘s Day (some true and untrue things because you could), as he thought it was only humans named Valentine that could celebrate their love on this manufactured holiday. Understanding that it meant showing love to anyone you feel deeply towards - even mothers - Silas hurried to remedy his misunderstanding.
You had never seen the elf change that quickly before. He had adorned some kind of elven festive garb and placed several beautiful flowers in his own and your hair (you watched him from the window scurry around the garden to find them), weaving the stems neatly (and fast) into your strands.
He then asked what humans traditionally did on Valentine‘s Day. You mentioned flowers, chocolates and date nights - trying to skirt around the topic of sex - by using the word „cuddling“. It was something you didn‘t really mind with him, he was extremely cozy to lean into, his soft muscles giving ample cushioning, even if he didn‘t let go of you unless you needed to pee.
Your eyes had followed Silas running into the kitchen and frantically throwing ingredients together to make pralines and chocolates. The house smelled amazing. He hectically returned to the living room where you were reading, chocolate smeared all over his dopy face, to ask if you preferred strawberry or raspberry. You had only gotten to „rasp-„ before he quickly turned to finish his craft.
You had thought this wasn‘t half bad. It was really entertaining watching him cook, bake and decorate with the speed of a doom‘s day dad preparing for the end of the world.
A few hours had passed. Silas had picked you up from the couch and carried you quickly to the dinner table, where he had lit so many candle that you had to blink rapidly through the blinding light. The chocolates were all individually wrapped and adorned with sweet messages. The food he cooked looked amazing, but it was frankly hard to see all of the details through the flickering little fires. Silas placed you on his lap and fed you everything, beyond your stomach‘s ability and despite you saying that you were full.
Feeling woozy from the excess food, you lay catatonic in his arms as every squeeze within the cuddle session made you even more nauseous.
„My darling! I love you I love you I love you I love you!“
He peppered kisses on you as you tried to focus on not throwing up. His kisses helped, whatever was in his weird saliva simultaneously healed you while you knew he was trying to prepare you for what he wanted next.
He hadn‘t cleaned you yet. You had tried to distract him with various other Valentine‘s Day traditions (some of which you made up, like how the greatest act of love is having to do an interpretive dance outside with twigs in your mouth which you watched with absolute glee), but he never missed this part of the day regardless of how hard you tried to get him off schedule. He was relentless that way.
You were still too full to move. He knew this.
Laying you out on the bed, you watched him remove your trousers and underwear. The ravenous glare in his eye always threw you off, every time. It was so menacing and filled with what felt like eons of pent up desire that it shut you up instantly.
His green eyes shimmered as he saw you leaking already, ready for him because of his aphrodisiac sputum and whatever else he added to your meal and chocolates.
He never really told you what he gave you.
What would it matter? You couldn‘t stop him anyway.
Silas‘s head lowered and you instinctively raised your arms to try to push his head away. He grabbed them so fast and held them down onto the soft mattress, that your arms sank deeper into the cushioning.
„There, there…let mama clean you up…“
His grip didn‘t hurt, but it was like cement blocks lying on top of your hands. There was no way you could get them out.
He kissed you. Your body squirmed slowly in response, because it just felt so marvelous. The tongue wreathed out of his smiling lips and traced you, mapping out its course. Your back arched expectingly, but he took his time, breathing his temperate air onto you - warning of the incoming impact.
Silas’ long tongue punched into you and you let out a deep rooted moan you had never heard yourself make before. It snaked through your walls like the invader it was and you felt his hands shake with his own pleasure.
He lapped everything up, your water flooding out of you uncontrollably without a stop in sight.
His mouth wrapped around you and sucked gently, every pop from the release making your spine curl even further. The stinging tingling clenching fiercely and surrounding your entire lower body, every lick, kiss and suction pushing your further.
You climaxed many times, from the penetration and from his feverish licking, every new flick causing your hips to convulse furiously.
He was saying something, but you couldn‘t hear with dark moans escaping your throat. He quickly returned to his task, letting you grow weaker with every orgasm.
You knew hours passed, because the light from the window was dimming. He had feasted on you for so long that the mattress was soaked.
Finally letting up, happy with his cleaning job, he pulled you up into a seated position while his growth pointed like a dagger at your face, his tall stature looming over you.
He huffed, as his giant hand caressed your cheek. Your exhausted eyes stared up at him.
