Yandere!Boyfriend - who begs for you to not leave him alone in the house, alone with his thoughts, alone with his dark imagination, and twisted mind. Worst of all alone with his thoughts about you, and all of the unpredictable things he's gonna do to you when you get home
Yandere!Boyfriend - who can cook, loves to make any meal that pops up into your mind. he thinks also having a fake app, that collects and organizes all of your data and information for him, so that he doesn't miss a beat whether he's on a week long work trip, or right besides you in bed is worth it
craving a grilled cheese ?
already made
wishin' you could have the macaroons you snacked on all throughout your trip in paris two summer ago with him ?
don't worry, he'll personally email the chef who wowed you with them, to send the recipe over, even if that means he has to blackmail him for it
only ever the best for his precious darling.
He also knows his way around the kitchen, he likes to show off by flipping knives around, catching the tips with bare hands as they fall bacm down to the ground, he clutches them in his palms mid-air, you scream at him to stop / cover your eyes.
He never listens though, he likes how concerned you get for him.
ONCE he walked over to you knife in hand, the expensive chandelier above the dining room table caught the edges of it and made it appear sharper, meaner, deadlier.
You swallowed, He watches your throat bob up and down in an emotion he can't place.
Fear ?, Anticipation?, Excitement ? .
The last thought makes his grin widned, it looks like it hurts.
"Y/N" he purrs
You tilt your head up, his silver eyes swirl with mischief and darkness. Warmth pools in your legs, moths on flame skitter through your stomach "Yes ?"
Every fiber of your being screams at you to get up and run for the door. But a lamb-like, almost docile part of you sinks its teeth into his hypnotic act. You've both been so vulnerable and raw and open with each other. He could never truly hurt you....
He takes one last step towards you, silent and as predatory as a lion stalking a gazelle, he bends the knife towards you, and lowers himself down, on his knees.
He traces the blade across the soft curve of your throat, down to your collarbones, and up again. He seems to have fallen into a trance, the hot silver of his eyes cools to a dark stormy grey, but their still alive as ever.
You whisper his name
His gaze never leaves your throat "Hmm" he softly sings. His minty cool breathe, fans across your cheeks, you lean in forgetting the knife. In that spilt second the razor sharp end breaks skin and you wince.
His eyes widen watching as the warm maroon-colored liquid trails down your neck
He doesn't say anything. He just watches.
You fidget and whine
Autumn air from the open balcony doors stings your cut, he takes a handkerchief from his pocket and gently dabbles it "After dinner I'll have to be more careful not to do it so close to your arteries. You could have bled out, on the carpet"
Yandere!Boyfriend- who would never lay a hand on you or raise his voice. But is a master class manipulator and strategist.
Feeling sick and don't want to go out tonight ?
Well you had all week to to tell him that you didn't feel good and you choose the only friday he has off in months to play this card.
I guess being an alarming 105 degrees, throwing up, passing out and fainting isn't good enough, You bitterly and sarcastically joke to yourself. You have to refrain yourself from rolling your eyes at ridiculous accusations.
With his cold steel eyes, he analyzes you like the way he lazily skims over boring logistics details at work, there was nothing about your outside appearance that screamed ill, so the only other logical answer was.... you were faking it. Why else would you not want to be seen out tonight with one of the wealthiest, most well connected and feared men in the City.
Were you ashamed to been seen with him ?
You promised him once you two started dating to never breathe a word of what kind of work he was in. You didn't know if it was good or bad, but you assumed with his endless amount of positive media coverage, humanitarian awards and the little old grannies blushing and praising him in the streets. He must be doing something right... right?
Yandere!Boyfriend - who blackmails / black balls anyone who dares to disrespect, mock, or harass you.
As a journalist you can face a lot of scrutiny for the types of stories that you take on. Human trafficking, social justice, animal cruelty. Your city being as wicked and as corrupt as it is, gives you years worth of news coverage to write, interview and speak about.
People can tend to not agree on certain beloved politician's dirty deeds you air out, the philanthropic billionaires who appear to mean well and have an genuine interest in helping their community.
Often let buisness politics and their squeaky clean images override their sense of justice; what is right and wrong.
You chose to be good, to be right. To do right. To stick up for those who are afraid or who have been forgotten and back those who have no support.
Yandere!Boyfriend - who hates physical touch even from his own loving parents, crumbls underneath the lightest brush of your blood stained lips across his cheek, your danity fingertips accidentally caressing his shoulder or elbow as you pass. while, you may not notice, your effect on him. he instantly files the feeling and catalogs the moments
Touch of all kind, no matter how, where or when he craves. After a press talk, he will scan the sea of faces in the crowd to find yours, once he does his shoulders visibly loosen and that infamous curl of black hair that never stays put bounces on his forehead as he sways on the balls of his feet with jittery energy, aching for this to be over so that he can hold your hand ; roll up your sleeves, and smell the sweet sweat of your skin, the daily moisturizer you use and and the body oil you lay on top.
Touch isn't just about affection for him. It's also possession and conviction. And commitment.
Commitment to memory how you taste, feel, smell.
Conviction surges through his body like electricity, it's bone deep and ancient. Some higher power gave you to him. No, blessed, gifted, endowed him with you mere presence. The smell of your hair, your mega-watt smile, the curves and marks stenciled with perfect precision onto your body, in his hands to lick, kiss and suck. To wheep into, to confess and to possess
Yandere!Boyfriend - may be a lot of things. An animal, a bully, blurrer of lines, dark guardian, inescapable shadow. A menace to his enemies and those who dare to mistreat his wife girlfriend. He may be all of the above and much more. But he is also
A Provider.
Confidant and Friend.
Wonderful husband boyfriend.
Excellent Lover.
Reliable partner
& Someone who you can always trust to (watch) have your back, be in your corner and keep you safe (even if you don't ask / want it).
Summary: You been having an affair knowingly with a married man. Fortunately his wife finds out and teaches you a lesson that doesn’t quite go accordingly to plan.
Warning: Smut with no plot. This is fake. Not real. Don’t do this in real life. Dead dove do not eat.
Taboo: Cheating + Domination + non con
“How could you just sleep with a married man?” She yells, and you can do nothing more than flinch away at her tone that cracks down at you like a whip. Her eyes bore into you for answers and you have non to offer her… at least, non-that she’d be happy to hear. “Well? I’m waiting.” She pushes, causing you to shrink, wishing nothing more than for the ground to part and swallow you whole.
This was meant to be the last time. It was just meant to be a one-night stand— nothing more. But somehow you got sucked in by his heavy cock which just seemed to curl right into a spot that made your knees weak.
You saw the ring, but… your pussy hadn’t been touched in so long. Besides, someone’s marriage terms was non-of-your business. At least, that’s what you told yourself.
Well, regardless, he insisted meeting you at the club, no harm right? Until he convinced you to come back to his home— just one last fuck. He hadn’t anticipated his wife’s unexpected return home from her business trip.
As soon as she entered through main door, catching you two locking lips on her brand new couch, he scurried away like a cowardly rat. Tossing you in the deep end on a wildly uncomfortable confrontation.
“I should go home.” You say abruptly, attempting to stand up only for his wife’s manicured hands slam against you, pushing you back down onto the couch.
“You’re not going anywhere.” She announces. Looming from above, looking down at you like the trash you are. “Think you can just fuck my husband and get away with it?”
“We didn’t even—“
“Spare me! I know you two have been messing around for a while!” She snaps, leaning down until her icy eyes were on level with yours. “I knew there was something going on! I just couldn’t figure out when or who it was.”
“Yes, okay, I admit I did know he was married but I would’ve fucked anyone.” You try to reason. As if those words were remotely reassuring.
“So you’re just a desperate slut?” She asks. Knee dropping between your legs, her figure hovering above you, invading all of your personal space. “Actions have consequences— you’re in dire need of punishment.” She threatened, her face now mere millimetres from your own.
“I’m sorry.” You whimper, icy fear spilling down your spine at the terrifying heat behind her eyes.
“It’s too late for apologies — you’re going to be begging me for mercy.”
Before you knew what was happening, her hands flew to the hem of your mini club dress, pulling the fabric harshly up your body, her hands beneath your legs, cupping the back of your knees and shoving them up to your head until you topple backwards. Lounging back into the couch as your flimsy panties are suddenly shoved to the side, a finger harshly shoving into your cunt, her fingers harshly pumping into your needy core causing you to whine out at the sudden intrusion. Her dry fingers burned, but your lingering arousal from kissing quickly coated her fingers.
“What are you doing?!” You squeal, your words drying in your throat as you feel a harsh lick along your cunt.
“You’re a filthy slut— I’m going to do society a favour by fucking you so good, you won’t dare to think of fucking another married man again.” She spits down your legs. Her fingers continuing to bully your cunt, her tongue suddenly sucking and flicking at your hardened clit.
“F-f-fuck!” You cry out, one hand flying to the back of the couch, bracing for the violent pleasure being forced upon you. Your other hand flying down between your legs, grabbing a fistful of her hair between your fingers as the unexpected heat pooled in the pit of your stomach threatening to break under the combination of your pussy being licked and the her fingers jamming into your pussy. “Mhh gonna cum!” You whine out as your orgasm rockets through your body.
You still feel the adrenaline coursing through your body, your orgasm still lapsing. As soon as you open your eyes, you’re greeted with a bare pussy being shoved onto your face. “Eating me out is the least you could do.” She commands. Her ass just barely hovering above your face.
When did she get naked?
“Huh?” You ask dumbly.
“Hurry up and lick my pussy already!” She demands. Her fingers already moving towards your clit to rub teasing circles. “Ever since you’ve been sneaking around with my husband— my needs have been neglected— taking care of me is the least you could do.”
You’ve never had sex with a woman before. You can’t help but feel the rising competitive need to give the best cunnilingus she ever had.
Your hands fly up to grip her hips. Anchoring her to your mouth as you make a long lick and begin to lap up her soaking pussy as she moans and rubs your clit mindlessly. “That’s it— just like that-“ she praises, rocking her hips as you lick her up. Tongue flicking rapidly to find the best rhythm. “Good little slut!” She praises, her hips rocking more harshly. “Yeah! Feels good!” She praises again, fingers sliding teasingly to your folds again. “Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Fuck— you’re a good little slut aren’t you?” She praises, sinking a digit into your clenching organ. “Your pussy is fluttering. This is turning you on isn’t it? Eating me out with I play with you.” She teases, slowly dragging her finger out of your hole as you moan out, your sounds muffled by her core sinking into your mouth. “Fuck! You’re really good at this! Mh—gonna—“ her voice cuts off as she releases an ungodly sound mixed between a gasp and a groan.
The sound she made caused your brain to blank completely, your mind solely focused on hearing that symphony again. Your tongue begins to flick, lick, your mouth sucking and moving vigorously against her core, “Wait! I’ve already!” She screams out. You’re not sure what she’s saying exactly.
Unable to make sense of her words, which were nothing more than a far away cry. Right now, your arms remain impossibly locked around her hips as she struggles to escape your mouth that continues to lap up her sensitive organ.
You wanted hear it again.
That sound— the one you caused her to make.
Just one more time and you’ll stop.
“Wait! Too much! Mh gonna cum again!” She cry’s out. And the only thing that made you stop was the sudden wetness dripping down your face. Confused, you halt your actions as you feel her pulling away from your face. “You stupid slut! I told you to stop!” She scolds. But her angry tone falls flat as you look at her completely flushed. Her face painted with humiliation.
“What’s the matter?” You ask, sitting up and crawling towards her. “I’m not done.” You say, as if in a trance, you begin to crouch again between her legs. “Just one more.” You state, your eyes dragging across her soaking cunt.
“Can’t!” She called out pathetically, her legs already begin to spread, at your silent demands. Your fingers grazing along her inner thigh, on a mission to sink your digit into her fluttering pussy as she whines out. Her body completely collapses onto the couch as you finger her into submission.
“What’s the matter? Thought you were going to fuck the slut out of me.” You taunt, shoving in another finger as she cry’s out. “Now look at you— you’re just laying there whilst I play with your pussy.”
“You little bitc— AHH!” She cry’s out as your mouth suddenly latches onto her nipple, sucking, your teeth grazing the sensitive area as your other free hand flies to her other boob, pinching and pulling at her flushed chest. You feel her pussy suddenly clench down onto your fingers, feeling her rearing the edge.
“Go on, cum on my fingers.” You coax as she screams out, her essence coating you once again as pleasurable waves hit her. She pants, her body slick with sweat as you sit up. Looking down at her disappointedly. “Not giving up already are you? You’re so fucked out you can’t even understand a word I’m saying, do you?” You hum as she just stares back at you with blown out eyes. “What a disappointment… I only made you cum a couple times and you’re acting like I made you run for 3 days straight…Do you think your husband is still around? Maybe he could finish the job.” You ask, a devious smile curling on your lips as you see the panic rising in her eyes, but her body is so limp she just stares up at you as your gaze turns away from her, now seeing him re-enter the room.
“Colour me surprised my naughty little mistress,” he greets, striding towards you with that intense bravado. “I was expecting to return to a crime scene but here I find my cum drunk wife sprawled across the couch — and my lover looking disappointed.” He coos, a hand running down your back.
“You abandoned me!” You reprimand, pouting, but not protesting how he’s slowly unbuttoning his shirt.
“So I did darling— but I had no way of knowing this is how’d things go.” He says, his belt clinking as he slowly pulls it off.
“You think I’m just going to let you fuck me after this?” You spit as he chuckles, already pushing your shoulder down, your body moving amicably into the position he wants to you in.
“Of course you would— judging by my wife’s state, she didn’t finish the job.” He announces looking over at her fucked out face, tears welling up in the corners. “Sorry sweets, but I’ll just have to finish what you started.” He says, holding her eye contact as he lines himself up, and sinks into you inch by inch.
yandere!ex! who obviously never got over the breakup, I mean how could he! You were his only one! The best girlfriend he ever had! The best in bed too—
yandere!ex! who’s still talking to your family whenever he sees them out as if you guys are still together, thats why they don’t get it when you say you guys broke up
yandere!ex! who somehow managed to get himself back inside your apartment, you were never careful! You never locked your windows! He had to help!
yandere!ex! that behaves like he lives there too, safe to say he was shocked when you were shocked he was there
yandere!ex! who refuses to get out when you tell him to— you guys are in love! as he says, still the perfect couple everyone called you two! Hes not going anywhere…not until you two are back together
a/n: it’s my first post everrrrrrr….any requests and comments are appropriate! same as reblogs, I hope you enjoyed it
Bunny!yandere!girl who is very clingy. She's always following you around and can't stay without you for more than a few hours. (2 or 3 hours)
bunny!yandere!girl who likes to pay attention to you. Cooking, helping with cleaning, etc.
bunny!yandere!girl who gets easily embarrassed even by a simple compliment or gift from you.
"Waaaaa, Y/n! Thank youuu!"
bunny!yandere!girl who has very sensitive ears and a tail.
bunny!yandere!girl who loves when you take care of her and pet her ears and tail
bunny!yandere!girl who didn't want to transform back and return to her forest habitat when the right age and mating season came.girl who left your house with tears in her eyes. She was in pain, just like you, but it was necessary.
bunny!yandere!girl who misses you very much. She's become too attached to you.
bunny!yandere!girl who didn't want to have sexual intercourse with any of the males. She wanted you.
Soon, bunny!yandere!girl will return to you.
"y-y/n.. Please, let me be yours, please! I'll be a good pet!" she begged tearfully, rubbing her wet pussy against your thigh. Her juices dripped down your skin.
...
Your fingers glided smoothly inside her pussy, caressing her folds and bringing her pleasure.
yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere
Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?
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You and Rowan ended up having a pretty good date.
Even though his first impression left a lot to be desired, you’re starting to think that he’s actually not that bad. A little childish at times, for sure, and his ass-kissing sometimes makes your eyes roll so hard that they’re at risk of falling out of your skull, but so far, you’re okay with him. You have no way of knowing if you’ll actually develop romantic feelings for him, but there’s always a chance. Either way, the first date was fun. You’re hopeful that the next couple ones will be, too.
After your date, you got home and were unsurprised to find your parents hounding you, asking how it went, their excitement clear as day. Since you had nothing to hide, you answered all their questions—including how you felt about Rowan.
“He seems fine so far. He’s kind of goofy, but I don’t mind it. I can’t say for sure, but I might end up liking him. We’ll see.”
Apparently, that simple statement was more than enough to make them happy, and they congratulated you, for some reason. As if going on a date is some kind of monumental accomplishment.
Still, it was a good day. You spent the rest of it relaxing and reading books with Fiona, and by the time you realized it, it was already time to go to sleep.
Now, you awaken to a clear morning sky, looking forward to yet another fun, laidback day.
Well, not quite as laidback as you thought it would be.
“My lady, I’m sorry to rush you first thing in the morning, but there are guests downstairs,” Fiona says, opening up the curtains in one fell swoop.
“My eyes!” you wail, seeking refuge under the blanket. “Ugh. What do you mean guests? They’re here to see my parents, I’m assuming. I don’t think I need to be there. I have literally nothing of value to offer.”
“You shouldn’t speak of yourself that way,” Fiona frowns. “That simply isn’t true.”
Well, you were more so referring to the villainess character. You can’t recall her being involved in her parents’ business or doing virtually anything of substance. She was literally only created to mess with the heroine. It’s no wonder she was dumb. You’d probably be dumb too if your only purpose in life was to be a bitch for no reason.
“In any case, I was told to help you get ready. Your parents are expecting you downstairs. Rise and shine, my lady. It’s time to tackle a new day!”
Fiona smiles widely, but it’s hard to respond with the same enthusiasm. You’ve never been a morning person. The last thing you want to do while being all drowsy and sluggish is deal with tedious noble customs, like however you’re expected to behave while entertaining guests, but oh well. This is still a cake walk compared to how busy and stressful your previous life was. You should probably just suck it up and get it over with.
Albeit begrudgingly, you step out of bed and get dressed. Fiona helps tidy you up by fixing your behead and picking out some nice accessories for you to wear, as well as applying a smidge of makeup to your face. You yawn loudly while she fusses over you. Everything is so stuffy in this world. If people were to have shown up to your apartment first thing in the morning—unannounced—back in your old world, you would have greeted them in sweatpants and a hoodie. At best.
“All done,” Fiona beams. Thankfully, she’s usually pretty good about helping you get ready. She doesn’t take an inordinate amount of time. Unlike your mother, who practically lives in front of her vanity.
You’re still sleepy, so you’re hardly in the mood for etiquette right now, but despite your reluctance, you still trudge down the staircase and make your way over to the foyer. Fiona leads you along, and even from afar, you can vaguely hear the sound of laughter and intermingling voices.
She finally stops in front of the merry little gathering taking place inside your home, and even though you weren’t looking forward to this in the first place, the second you see who it is, you have an unexpectedly visceral reaction.
Um. Umm.
Why the hell is Lucy here?!
“Ah, [Name],” your father happily greets. “Good morning, my love. I trust you slept well? Come, meet our guests. Although you’ve already been acquainted with one of them, from what I hear.”
Naturally, he’s referring to Lucy, who’s sitting next to her parents—who you immediately recognize from the plot of the game. It looks like her whole family’s here, for whatever reason. As far as you recall, this meeting was never supposed to happen. The villainess’ family and Lucy’s family never hung out as if they were best buds. So then, why?
You stand there, jaw gaping open in disbelief, but before you can actually say anything, Lucy springs up from her seat and beams at you.
“[Name]!” she exclaims, looking happy as can be. She pauses for a moment, as if contemplating something, and then, her smile gets even brighter. “I’m so happy to see you again. Um… ‘sup!”
Oh my god. She really did remember the slang you taught her. That was ridiculously cute. You feel tempted to laugh, cry, and scream all at once—because, seriously.
What the fuck is going on right now?
“Pardon me, but I’m not familiar with the term you just used,” your mother frowns.
“Oh, [Name] taught it to me,” Lucy happily replies. “Apparently, it can be used as a greeting! It means, how are you doing?”
“How fun,” your father chuckles. “I see the two of you have already come up with your own little secret language! I didn’t realize you were such good friends!”
“Um, no. We barely know each other,” you protest.
Regretfully, it seems like your words go in one ear and out the other. You watch, wide-eyed, as Lucy’s parents proceed to stand up as well, and they turn towards you with expressions so bright, so blinding, that you swear you nearly go blind.
All of a sudden, they’re bowing to you.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, [Name]. My name is Joseph Wright. I’m Lucy’s father.”
“And I’m Eva, Lucy’s mother.”
I already know who you guys are! Seriously, this is so weird! What’s happening right now? Did I trigger some kind of hidden event??
“Lucy spoke very highly of you,” Joseph continues. His smile is warm, kind, which doesn’t surprise you, because they’re pretty much a family of sweethearts. It’s just so goddamn jarring. After all, in the game, Lucy’s parents despised the villainess for her many acts of cruelty, and for how helpless they were to stand against her. And it goes without saying that they despised the villainess’ parents too, since they were so permissive and let their daughter run around doing whatever she pleased.
By all accounts, this interaction should not be happening.
And yet, it is. Because now that you’re here in this world, now that there’s no longer an actual villainess to speak of, everything will change.
Not necessarily for the better.
“We heard that you stood up on Lucy’s behalf. Our reputation being what it is, I can’t say we didn’t expect some criticism moving here. As much as we’d like to remain hopeful, we know we’re bound to be seen as outsiders. On the night of the welcoming ball, Lucy told us that she was harassed by a group of women… but you rose to her defense. Thank you so much. We will never forget this act of kindness.”
Joseph bows his head again, and Eva does the same. You feel unbelievably awkward, and honestly, not entirely sure how to handle this. It’s true that you did stand up for Lucy and put those rotten bitches in their place, but it just felt like the natural thing to do. You wanted to do her a little favor—to do the opposite of what villainess always did—in the hopes that she could enjoy the welcoming ball for a change, instead of having to spend the better portion of the night crying.
You figured that would be your last encounter with her. You’d already resolved to stay well out of her life—because, again, villainesses and heroines just don’t go together. One of them is always destined to meet their demise.
…and you really, really don’t want that person to be you.
You press your lips together, jaw going taut. Actually, how did she even know where to find your home? You purposefully didn’t tell her your name. Did she ask around about you? But in that case, she would certainly have heard the rumors. You doubt she’d be so excited to see you if she knew about all the nasty shit the villainess has done.
As if reading your mind, Lucy suddenly steps forward, extending something towards you.
“Um, here,” she mumbles shyly. “Thank you again for lending me your handkerchief. I made sure to wash it thoroughly after using it. I-I understand if you don’t want it back because I’ve gotten it dirty, but I wasn’t sure whether or not it was important to you…”
You look down at the handkerchief, the one you gave her the night of the welcoming ball for her to wipe her tears with, and immediately, you feel like facepalming.
Goddammit. That fucking thing is embroidered with your household name. It’s no wonder she immediately knew who you were. You never actually unfolded it to get a good look. If only you’d made more of a mess while eating. Dammit, dammit, dammit!
No, there’s no point in getting upset. If she cared enough to bother coming all this way to thank me, I’m sure she would’ve figured out who I was, sooner or later. God. Why did I have to open my big mouth and intervene? She would’ve been fine as long as I avoided her. The villainess was her main antagonist.
You just felt so bad seeing her cry. You felt guilty walking away and doing nothing, especially since you’ve become so attached to the heroine after playing as her countless times while you cleared all the routes of the game. It was a spur-of-the-moment decision, and you didn’t stop to think that it could come back and bite you in the ass.
“It’s really no big deal,” you reassure. “You can keep it, if you want. You didn’t have to go out of your way to return it. When I gave it to you, I meant for you to hold onto it. I know it’s not much of a gift, but… it’s yours now. Don’t worry about it.”
Lucy blinks a few times, still looking a touch unsure. Knowing her, she probably feels bad accepting pretty much anything. She’s way too nice for her own good.
You scratch your cheek. “I mean, if it’s really eating you up that much, I guess I can take it back—”
“N-No. It’s alright. I will gladly accept this gift,” she smiles, cradling the handkerchief to her chest, as if it’s a precious, irreplaceable thing. “I just wanted to make sure that you didn’t still need it. Thank you for your generosity. I’ll be sure to treasure it.”
Now she’s acting like you just gifted her a yacht, or something. Well, whatever. You could care less about a handkerchief. If it makes her happy, that’s good.
“Our daughter is such a lovely, benevolent soul,” your father proudly hums. “She truly is the apple of our eye.”
Bitch, don’t lie. Up until recently, your daughter was a sadistic, self-absorbed asshole. Show some humility, please.
You let out a heavy sigh. It’s still hard to believe things turned out this way. Now that she and her family have thanked you, though, they must be getting ready to leave, right? As seemingly pleasant as this whole encounter is supposed to be, you can’t help but feel on edge, for plot-related reasons. You need them to leave so you can finally stop clenching your asscheeks.
But unfortunately for you, Lucy isn’t leaving yet.
Instead, another visitor decides to show up.
Because apparently everyone loves to show up to your home completely unannounced, within the next minute, you find yourself staring at the face of the villainess’ beloved childhood friend, Flynn.
“Hello. I stopped by for a bit fun,” Flynn shamelessly states.
You grind your teeth together. This asshole really is the bane of your existence. He’s such a pest, clinging to you every chance he gets. He’s like a flea. Practically impossible to get rid of.
Just as you’re about to start stressing even more, suddenly, you have an epiphany.
Wait a second… isn’t this good news?
You blink. Sure enough, Lucy and Flynn are in the same room together. They’re officially having their first meeting. Even if it isn’t following the original storyline of the game, this is the perfect opportunity for the two of them to be introduced to each other. Alistair and Carmine aren’t the ones you’re worried about. It’s this guy that just can’t seem to quit. Your best chance of getting rid of him is if Lucy ends up on his route. Which means your next course of action is as obvious as can be.
You need to wingman the shit out of them.
“Flynn!” you happily exclaim, running up to him and grabbing him by the arm. He flinches a bit, perhaps a bit surprised by your enthusiasm—considering you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder up until now—but you’re too wrapped up in your plan to care.
If Lucy falls for him, and they get together, he won’t have any more reason to keep pestering you. He’ll be too focused on his budding romance. They can be together, free of the villainess’ interference, and once they obtain their happy ending, you can rest easy knowing that you’ve avoided all the game’s death flags.
There’s no way this could possibly go wrong.
“Your timing is impeccable, Flynn,” you continue, grinning widely. “Have you had the chance to meet the lovely Lucy Wright yet? You know, her family just moved to the kingdom. I think you two would get along great.”
He frowns as you continue pulling him along. “No, I don’t think I’ve had the pleasure of making their acquaintance yet. In any case, you seem rather excited today. Did something happen?”
“Nope! I’m just in a good mood. Like always.” You pause to whisper in his ear. “Hey, isn’t Lucy pretty? She’s really pretty, right?”
“Yes… I suppose she is,” Flynn nods.
Strange. He’s not sure why you’re smiling so brightly. It seems like an odd thing to get so excited over. It’s not like you were the one he just complimented. And he can’t recall you having ever been so elated to hear a compliment being directed towards someone else.
As is often the case, these days, you confuse him to seemingly no end. And that’s what you’ve failed to realize. In this timeline, in this rendition of the world, Flynn’s primary concern isn’t falling in love with some woman he’s never met before. The reason he fell for Lucy in the game was because he found her unique. She was a novelty, and of course, she managed to pique his interest.
But as things stand, he has no room for Lucy in his heart. He’s far more interested in something else.
He wants to know what the fuck is going on with his best friend.
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Pairing: Yandere!OC x Darling!OC
Description: Alicia swore to protect a missing queen, but now she’s hunted, caught in a kingdom’s tangled lies. With danger closing in, she must choose—fight for freedom or surrender to fate.
Warning/s: None.
Note: This is written from Darling!OC's POV. It's very different from my reader-insert stories and perhaps has made the world where Callixto's story happened more expanded?
Commissioned for @violetvase! Sorry if it took so long.
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The forest had always been unnervingly quiet, but ever since the pregnant woman left, the silence had turned heavy—pressing on me like a lingering shadow. It felt strange being here alone, with only the faint traces of her presence in the shack to remind me of the kindness she’d shown. Weeks had passed, yet her image remained etched in my mind—the way she hurriedly packed her things, her wary glances, and the determination in her voice when she left to seek safety.
But even with her departure, peace seemed elusive. The forest carried an unnatural stillness, as though something—or someone—was coming. I had stayed in this place for too long, hesitating to move on, yet unable to shake the gnawing questions. Where was she now? Was she safe? And what could I do to repay the favor she had offered me so selflessly?
It wasn’t until the brothers appeared that I realized my borrowed sanctuary was no longer mine.
They emerged from the treeline, their presence commanding and suffocating. The tension in their stances and the darkness in their expressions set my nerves on edge. One carried a blood-stained sword, his grip tight and unwavering. Another held a lifeless horned-rabbit by its ears, its head swinging as he stepped closer. The third, though unarmed, was no less imposing—his cold, calculating stare enough to root me to the spot.
“You,” the swordsman snarled, pointing the tip of his blade toward me. “Where is she?”
My heart hammered, panic tightening in my chest. Lying would be useless—they already suspected the truth. “She left,” I said finally, forcing the words out despite the tremble in my voice. “A week ago. I… don’t know where she went.”
The unarmed man tilted his head, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “And why should we believe you?” His calm tone carried more weight than the others’ aggression.
My mind raced, but there was no convincing them with words alone. Taking a shaky breath, I summoned the faint glow of my mana—a promise of truth tied to my very being. “I swear on my magic,” I said firmly, my voice steadier now. “If I lie, let it consume me.”
For a moment, none of them spoke. The mana dimmed, sinking into the earth and leaving behind a heavy silence. Finally, the man holding the rabbit stepped forward. “Mana doesn’t lie,” he said gruffly, his voice carrying a grudging respect.
The swordsman lowered his weapon, though his expression remained hard. The unarmed one nodded slightly, granting me reluctant approval. “You can stay,” he said. “But there’s a condition.”
I straightened, wary of his words. “What condition?” I asked, my voice steady despite the tension coiling within me.
“If you meet her again,” he said, his eyes narrowing, “promise us this: you will protect her. No matter the cost.”
The weight of his words settled on me, but I didn’t hesitate. “I promise,” I said, my voice unwavering. Protecting her was the least I could do for the refuge she had provided.
The brothers left soon after, vanishing into the forest as quickly as they had appeared. Their footsteps faded, but their warnings clung to me like an unwelcome burden.
• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •
Driven by guilt and curiosity, I couldn’t stay idle. I set out for Azkarion, desperate for answers about the pregnant woman and her fate. The rumors I uncovered in the local taverns chilled me to the bone. A Queen-in-Waiting, once a commoner, had vanished from the royal chambers without a trace. The whispers ranged from foul play to desperate escape, each tale more unsettling than the last.
But it wasn’t long before I realized my own presence hadn’t gone unnoticed. The king’s knights were searching for me now, my face plastered on posters across town. Aurelian had offered an exorbitant reward for my capture, and the eyes of everyone I passed felt heavy with scrutiny. I fled back to the forest, my mana sputtering from overuse, and returned to the shack, the only place that still felt somewhat safe.
That’s when I made my decision. She wasn’t just a stranger anymore; she was someone whose safety I had tied to my own. I couldn’t let my guilt consume me—I had to find her.
Weeks of searching brought me to the village. Its quaint streets and friendly faces seemed untouched by the chaos beyond its borders. I rented a room at the local inn, hoping for some small reprieve. But as night fell, the unease I had carried with me since fleeing the capital returned in full force.
The tavern below grew quiet—too quiet. I stepped to the window, peering down at the street, and froze as I saw them. Aurelian’s guards entered the building, their movements calculated and predatory. My pulse quickened as I grabbed my bag, fumbling with its latch, but it was too late. He was here.
I descended the stairs, keeping my hood low, and stepped into the suffocating tension of the room. Aurelian’s presence was overwhelming, commanding the attention of everyone around him. But it was the pregnant woman who caught his eye, and my heart sank as I saw her stiffen beneath his gaze.
He spoke with cruel amusement, his words digging into the silence like daggers. “I never thought I’d find her here.” His gaze drifted lower, settling on her belly, and his smile widened. “And a bonus.”
The woman bolted to her feet, but his guards moved swiftly, blocking her escape. Trapped and terrified, she clutched at her lap as if searching for something to hold onto. My own fear mirrored hers, but I stayed hidden, frozen in place. If he saw me, if he recognized me, it wouldn’t just be her life on the line. It would be mine.
And as the weight of his gaze fell on her, I realized the awful truth—I couldn’t protect her. Not now. Not yet.
• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •
Guilt was a strange, gnawing thing. It clung to my every thought, whispering truths I didn’t want to hear. I had brought this upon myself. Every choice I had made, every moment of hesitation, had led me back to this gilded cage. Accepting Aurelian’s so-called affections felt like penance—a way to atone for my failure, my guilt, my inability to protect those I should have. Yet, every time his hand brushed mine, every time his gaze lingered too long, I felt the chains tighten around me.
The palace was suffocating. Opulence lined every surface, yet it all felt hollow, mocking. I avoided everyone except for the one person who seemed untouched by the games and deceptions of court: the Head Chef. He was a man of few words, his gruff demeanor a shield against the pretenses around him. I didn’t trust easily, but I trusted him enough to make a request—one that sat heavy on my heart.
“If she ever comes here,” I said, my voice low as I stood in the shadowed corner of the bustling royal kitchen, “if she ever steps through those doors… please, keep her safe.”
He frowned, wiping his hands on a flour-streaked apron. “And who is ‘she’?”
I hesitated, the words catching in my throat. “A woman,” I said finally. “Pregnant. She… helped me once. If you see her, just… make sure she’s okay.”
The Chef studied me for a long moment, his eyes sharp beneath bushy brows. He didn’t ask for details. Maybe he saw the desperation in my expression, the silent plea I couldn’t voice. Finally, he nodded. “I’ll keep an eye out.”
It wasn’t much. It wasn’t nearly enough. But it was all I could do.
• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •
On the day Callixto and his envoy arrived at Morvaine’s palace, the air in the palace shifted. The tension was palpable, a charged undercurrent that hummed through the halls. I stood on the edges of the grand chamber as they entered, my gaze immediately finding her.
The pregnant woman.
I recognized her instantly, though she looked different now. Her movements were stiff, her body language guarded. She kept her head low, her hands fidgeting with the fabric of her dress. She was making herself smaller, trying to disappear in plain sight. But I saw through it. The subtle shifts, the quick glances—she was calculating, assessing her surroundings with the precision of someone who had lived through too much.
Callixto’s men didn’t bother hiding their disdain. It radiated off them in the sharpness of their glares, in the tightness of their fists. And yet, she endured it all with a quiet strength, her focus unbroken.
Aurelian and Callixto exchanged their usual barbs, words laced with venom and posturing. I ignored them. Their war of tongues meant nothing to me, not when she was standing there, fighting a silent battle of her own. I watched her, searching for any sign of what she was thinking. What was her plan? Did she even have one? And how could I help without drawing Aurelian’s attention?
• ─────⋅☾ ☽⋅───── •
On the day the envoy departed, she sought me out. I was in the eastern corridor, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows across the marble floors, when she approached me. Her steps were quick, purposeful, yet her expression was unreadable.
Before I could speak, she pressed something into my hand—a folded piece of parchment, worn and frayed at the edges. Her fingers lingered for a moment, her gaze meeting mine. “Keep this safe,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “And if you find courage… remember me.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but she was already walking away, her figure disappearing down the corridor.
Back in my chambers, I unfolded the letter with trembling hands. The words were written in a hurried script, each line heavy with meaning. They burned into my mind, a mixture of warning and hope. She had left me with a choice, a sliver of bravery to cling to in the face of the suffocating fear that surrounded us both.
I knew I couldn’t let Aurelian see it. Before I could second-guess myself, I summoned my magic. The flames consumed the parchment, turning it to ash in seconds. The words remained, etched into my memory.
One day, I told myself as I watched the ashes scatter. One day, I would escape this place. One day, I would find freedom—not just for myself, but for her as well.
And my last part for The Carnival Collaboration by @demonlamb666 ♥ Thanks for hosting the event and I hope everyone who read my story is excited for the final conclusion ♥ Get ready for some steamy, yandere action ^-^
Featuring my lovely yandere!OC Rhys!
[Part 1] - [Part 2]
Warnings: SUGGESTIVE CONTENT/LEMON, Yandere, Reader has a midlife crisis, PDA, lots of touching and body contact, semi-public sex, blowjob, almost caught, afab!reader, reader touching themselves, consensual sex, creampie, TW being tied up, forced relationship, childhood friends to yandere, imprisonment
Wordcount: 6636
Chapter III - Desire
“Mhm, Rhys…”
You sighed blissfully into the kiss, his hands back on your body, demanding more of you with every touch. The last day of the carnival was the busiest, enough so that no one would hear you if you screamed his name in pleasure—exactly what you were hoping for on this last chance you two would get to be together.
The bitterness of reality was quickly covered by his body pressing against yours, the now being much more compelling than the tomorrow. Even if you two had no future to speak of, it was enough that you had this evening to live out the last stage of adventure that you two started two nights ago. Afterward, you’d go back to the city, and he’d… probably move to the next town to open up the carnival there. Alone, both of you.
But it was hard to think of loneliness when you had your arms around his neck, him holding on to you as you were dry humping his leg. Both of you were very hopeful about crossing some boundaries that night, in one way or another, and your bodies seemed to be unable to wait much longer.
“Fuck, you’re so addictive, you know that?” he breathed out when you gave him a chance, his hands grabbing below your butt, squeezing greedily. “I wish I could gobble you up right here.”
“What are you waiting for?” you chuckled invitingly, Rhys’s hips bucking against yours in response. There were definitely too many clothes involved for your taste. Still, you’d be damned if you didn’t tease him every chance you got, earning these beautiful, guttural grunts of desire from him.
Driving your hands into his soft locks, you made out with him again, tongues yearning for each other before disappearing in your mouth. Rhys let out a groan as you pulled teasingly at his hair, clearly enjoying you taking his pleasure into your own hands. Who could have known that the frisky can-toss operator, who seduced you on your first meeting, was actually so much into you being in control? Unconcerned with the appearance of your barely clad fling, you moved your lips down his neck, nibbling at his skin until he let out messy sounds of pleasure, bringing his hips snuggly against yours to demonstrate how much of a turn-on you were.
You were honestly ready to just strip naked right then and there, let him take you from all angles when a sudden, booming voice tore both of you out of your foreplay.
“RHYS!” It screamed, and you both flinched noticeably as if you had just been discovered.
“Ah, fuck,” Rhys spit in a mad whisper, clearly beyond annoyance about the interruption, especially with that painfully stretched bulge in his pants. “That’s my dad.”
“What a bummer,” you mumbled back, unable to prevent disappointment from showing on your face and hanging shoulders. “Should I go?”
“Hell no.” Giving you a short smooch on the lips, Rhys took your hand, checking around the corner for the interrupter before slipping to the door of the stall and opening it carefully. Pulling you along by the hand, you trusted him; even when inside the wagon, only darkness welcomed you. Rhys urged you inside, and you felt his hands around your waist the moment he closed the door behind you.
“Kneel.”
“What?!” you asked, unbelieving as you heard his request. This wasn’t really the time, was it?
Hands hammered against the side of the wagon that would open up to the main path through the carnival, and you flinched hard against Rhys when he quickly explained. “There’s space under the counter. You can hide there.”
“Are you sure?” you muttered, the offer not exactly what you expected of the night. But another hit of a fist, paired with an angry voice yelling, “Rhys, goddamnit!” was enough to make you hurry. Feeling your way under the counter, you found a spot without boxes filled with… things. Rhys helped you settle in unbothered by the darkness, patting your head before running to open up the wagon. Before the light returned around you, Rhys was already back and standing before you, shielding you despite there being no way you could be seen from the outside.
“Chill, Dad,” he greeted his father, who let out an exasperated sigh.
“Son, I trusted you with handling this business, but what do I see when I come back? You closed it! Do you think I’m joking?!”
“I had to step out for a minute. You said I wouldn’t get an assistant, so what am I supposed to do other than close up while I’m gone?” Rhys lied without even hesitating, covering up how you two were snacking on each other like the horny adults you were. You didn’t like him less because of the lie, but you found yourself a bit surprised with how easily it came to him. He probably thought about excuses in advance.
“Stepped out,” his father remarked in a mocking tone. “I know you’ve been seeing that… friend of yours. You probably went looking for them.”
At that, you perked up, thinking to yourself how interesting it was that Rhys seemed to have been talking about you. Your lips curled into a smile, thinking you were already at that stage, but you banished the thought quickly. To be fair, you told no one you were seeing Rhys the last few nights. He was your little secret, and that’s all he would ever be, considering he was as fleeting as this carnival.
Rhys leaned on the counter, sighing deeply and probably rolling his eyes. His crotch was perfectly in front of you, an eager hardness still visible through his pants. Curious, you reached up, brushing your hand over it, and Rhys immediately jerked, coughing up a storm over the unexpected touch to justify his behavior.
“You good?” his dad asked, and Rhys waved him off as he got a hold of himself, making you wish he could see the mischievous grin on your lips.
“I was looking for no one, Dad,” he tried to wave off his misdoing, settling closer to you again. It almost seemed like he was pushing his hips towards you this time, and you could only imagine how much he wanted you to continue. At least, you hoped.
“Sure, sure, you just kept talking about them this morning as if you two were already on your honeymoon.”
A-ha? That’s what Rhys was thinking about? This time, your touch was much more intentional as you gripped the sides of his thighs, pulling him forward to signal how he was supposed to stand. You unzipped his pants, and you heard him take a sharp breath before faking a laugh out loud, leaning over the counter so he could guarantee not to slip up again.
“They’re just… they’re…” he stammered, trying to keep it together as you leaned forward, feeling his cock through his boxer shorts, hard and needy as you planted a kiss on it through the fabric. Rhys gulped, and you freed his poor member from its prison, causing Rhys to quiver.
Huh? That was new. Had you met Rhys before? Not that you could remember, and, to be fair, who retained faces from your childhood? Wasn’t it a little more strange that he remembered? But maybe that had just been another lie, and you were interpreting something into it that wasn’t even true. There were bigger issues at hand, for example, the one in your hand.
“Not dumb, but let’s be real, Dad: when was the last time you re-REALLY listened to mom and me?”
You grinned as you hoped Rhys’s dad wouldn’t notice the stutter in his voice after you began stroking him. His cock was already twitching, precum leaking, and you found tremendous interest in knowing how it tasted. Sticking out your tongue, you pressed it against the underside of his tip, and Rhys’s whole body seemed to tense as he let out a spluttered breath.
“I did listen! Especially this morning since you wouldn’t stop gushing instead of eating!”
“Did I now…” Rhys pressed out, voice cracking pitifully, and you had to admit that you enjoyed this side of him immensely. He sure had an interesting hobby, making people flustered. You might pick up on that if it always was that much fun.
“Well, I’m here now. You can go do whatever, Mr. Carnival Director. Go make your rounds… or so.”
For a moment, there was silence. Though not for you. Not when you could feel his heart rapidly pulsating throughout his whole body as you sucked on his tip, taking it into your mouth like a lollipop. You had just wanted to tease him, but now… you imagined what it would be like to make him cum. Brushing back your hair, you advanced, reminding yourself to relax your throat as you moved up his shaft, embedding it deep inside your mouth. He luckily didn’t make you gag despite it being quite a weight pressing against the back of your throat, and you immensely enjoyed the feeling of his hips shaking as he held back from moving them with you.
“Are you sure? You look a little… feverish,” his father worried, sounding suspicious. But Rhys shrugged it off like a real man. You didn’t want to know how hard he had to suppress his feelings to appear calm and collected to his own father. If he could pull your blowjob off successfully, he might be more of a madman than you already thought he was.
“Ah, you know. I feel a little hot. I worked really hard the last few days.”
“Is that so…” his dad grumbled. You couldn’t help but smirk under the counter, knowing that the only thing he worked hard on was getting your mind off things by being very inappropriate with you, a potential customer. Not that you minded. No one would have believed you minded it, now that you were blowing him under the counter of his stand, teasing him with your tongue excitedly. All while your fingers slipped down into your panties, feeling the hot mess you made as you pleased yourself while playing with Rhys.
“Well, fine. Take a damn break of whatever. Your mom will throw one of her damn tantrums again if I work you too hard.”
“Jealous?” Rhys teased his dad, and you didn’t want to see the father’s expression, but you could feel the icy glare even from your position.
“Watch it,” he reminded his son sharply. “Don’t overstep where you shouldn’t and start looking out for yourself. Your mother shouldn’t have to suffer for you.”
“No worries,” Rhys replied cheerfully, and you were surprised he was so unfazed by the tone of his father’s voice. “I got it handled. I learned from the best, after all.”
“That’s better.” Finally satisfied, his father took a few steps away before you heard the rustling of the grass come to a halt, still quite eagerly pleasing your weekend lover under the counter. “You should introduce them to us when you get around it. I’m sure your mom would be delighted to meet your little friend.”
“I will. When the time is right.”
“Yeah, getting used to each other takes a while.”
“Mhm,” Rhys smirked. You felt his hand reach under the counter, brushing through your hair approvingly, beginning to urge your head forward as you felt him grow strained and much less careful now that his father was letting him off, walking away. “I’m sure we’ll get used to each other fast.”
Straightening his back, he glanced down at you, meeting your eyes immediately as you grinned around his shaft. “You fucking tease,” he pressed out through his teeth, and you pulled away from him, licking your lips seductively. Covering his crotch, Rhys quickly looked around before running to close up the wagon again. In the meantime, you climbed out from under the counter, deciding to keep your knees on the ground as you waited for him. “What do you want to do now, Rhys?” you asked him, knowing it would drive him insane to hear such a gracious offer of free choice from you.
Immediately, he was back before you, reaching out to hold your head between his palms. “Finish what you started?”
“Can you say ‘please’?”
“Can you please finish what you started?”
“Good boy.”
Kissing the tip of his dick still hanging out, you allowed Rhys to dictate your movements, opening your mouth for him. You would have liked him to rough you up a bit, spice up the blowjob with his eagerness, but he took it slow, exploring every inch of your mouth with his cock, much like he had with his tongue. However, you didn’t grant him the leisure of taking too long, your pussy dripping wet from the excitement and anticipation and from playing with yourself under the counter. There was no way you could wait much longer.
Placing your hands on his thighs, you allowed his cock to slip past any resistance, bopping your head quickly as you hoped it was the best fucking blowjob he ever had. You probably weren’t his first, and neither would you be his last, but you could be his best fling on this carnival. The one he’d remember for a long time, as would you, him. Eager to please him, you were glad for the feedback of his whimpering moans, the fingers curling in your hair to spur you on. The way he wanted to lead you, but ultimately gave in to whatever you wanted to do to him like a truly good boy.
He was not fast enough to pull out before he came, the first, hot spurts of cum splashing down your throat and making you cough. When he finally had the strength to pull out, some more splattered against your face, dripping down into your cleavage. Breathing heavily, he merely watched you, eventually mustering up the courage to wipe some of his jizz off your cheek before smearing it back on your lips. “That’s naughty,” you grinned, licking it from your mouth and finally standing up after having an intense staring contest with Rhys. There was so much affection in his gaze, but it was all overshadowed by lust, completed by his member twitching again.
“I think it’s time,” you announced, climbing on the counter and pushing away a left-over throwing ball that rested there. Propping up one leg, you let go of all embarrassment you could have possibly felt, too hot and bothered to hide the fact you wanted him desperately. Pulling your panties aside, you were glad for the skirt you wore, which left nothing to the imagination on your body and was no hindrance as you exposed yourself to him.
Rhys gulped visibly, staring at your delicious display, his cock seemingly pulling him towards you. But shaking his head, he gripped your hips, pulling you off the counter. Surprised, you stared at him as he held you close to him, not believing it when he said, “No.”
“No?” you gasped, immense frustration overcoming you. This is what you had been waiting for since the first night! You wanted him! You absolutely, desperately wanted him to rail you into a fucking mess! To the point you didn’t know left or right anymore, and you’d not have to worry about a damn thing as he promised.
“I mean yes!” he quickly corrected himself, seeing the anger flicking through your eyes, and you breathed a sigh of relief. “But not here.”
Raising an eyebrow, your questions were evident, and if you were honest, he was killing the mood a little. You could only hope his little buddy was a good showcase of how he was feeling. His erection was the only thing reassuring you that Rhys still wanted you at that moment. Waiting made you feel insecure again, and you asked, “So…”
“My trailer. We have it all for ourselves. That is… if you’re okay coming?”
At this point, he could have led you outside into a pile of hay from the animals, and you’d have said yes. You nodded, overly eager, and he smiled, enveloping your lips with his once again. You never wanted to stop, despite moaning into the kiss. But just as quickly as he kissed you, he let go again, covering his manhood before taking your hand. Switching off the lights on his way out, he let you walk out first, actually locking the door behind him this time.
“Come on!” he exclaimed eagerly, grabbing your hand as he pulled you towards the trailers you had already seen the day before. This was probably the first time you went to a stranger’s place for a hookup. But was Rhys really a stranger? For a split second, you remembered his conversation with his dad. About how you were a childhood friend. Oddly specific for a lie, wasn’t it? Then again, after seeing each other for three days, he was hardly a stranger anymore, though not more than an acquaintance either.
His trailer looked better than you anticipated. Newer than the others, and Rhys stopped after unlocking the door to it, turning towards you with a grin. “Do you like it? Promise it’s just a normal trailer inside.”
Huffing jokingly, you pushed him aside, deciding to play along with his joke instead of feeling irritated that he’d joke about the insecurity anyone would feel when going to their flings place for the first time. There was a sense of expectations and anxiety to it, since you both knew what you’d do inside. Still, it also was more personal than just having a quickie behind a stall. “I’ll be the judge of that,” you replied, and he stepped up closely behind you to kiss you.
“Please do,” he whispered, letting you lean against him as he opened the door wide enough for you to slip in. You were glad to realize the air inside wasn’t sticky despite the sun shining down on the trailer all day long, the windows tilted to let in the air. It smelled nice, like Rhys. This was better than you expected. “I really want you to like it,” he whispered as you entered, looking around in awe.
Rhys turned on the lights behind you, and you were almost a little surprised that it was exactly like he said. It was just a trailer. Maybe, subconsciously, you had expected a sex dungeon or a torture chamber, but really, it was nothing of those options. At the same time, you found yourself admiring the details in it, pictures of Rhys, a guitar, and instant noodles on the kitchen counter. The kitchen and living area were right where you entered; behind it, a door led to the bathroom and a small hallway with closets on each side. It really wasn’t big, but homey nonetheless. Good thing he lived alone since you weren’t sure if two people really had enough space to live here. In a way, it reminded you of a student apartment. You couldn’t shake the feeling, though, that your own apartment wasn’t much bigger than this trailer, yet, his was much, much cozier. So who were you to judge?
“It really is just a normal trailer…” you muttered, hoping you didn’t sound disappointed. Rhys closed the door behind you, locking it before turning to you and kissing your shoulder.
“True. It might seem small, but I swear it’s comfy. And when we close the window like this…”
Without enough warning in advance, he quickly shut the window over the seating area, making you flinch from the roughness he pulled it close with. But at the same time, it made your whole body tingle again, imagining him touching you so passionately. “No one can hear us either, no matter how loud we are.”
“Tempting,” you chuckled, and Rhys pressed up to you from behind, urging you forward. You could already see the bed at the end of the hallway. Even if the trailer was small, the bed seemed wide and comfortable, and you admittedly felt a bit happy that he considered you important enough to bring you to a real bed to fuck you. Your back would very much welcome the soft mattress; that much was sure.
Turning around, you walked backwards while cupping his face, drawing him closer. You two were back to making out long before you fell on the bed with a loud sigh of relief, Rhys climbing on top of you. The way he touched you, guided you, pleased you, felt so natural. You’ve never been with someone who just seemed so in tune with your needs, his hands always falling to the spots that ached on your body. It’s been only three evenings, but perhaps Rhys knew you better by now than most people—at least on a physical level. You had willingly given him all the information he needed.
Upon feeling his fingers run up the back of your thigh, you lifted your legs for him, happy to finally open up to the things you wanted to do with him for so long. Your body had constantly reminded you of this while you were in the shower or daydreaming about him, and now it was finally happening.
Rhys helped you pull off your boots, not stopping his mouth from leaving hickies on your shoulder while he yanked at your skirt, knowing exactly what he wanted, too. “Fuck,” he groaned, unable to strip you as the waistband got stuck on your hips. “Come on,” you appeased him gently, pushing him off you and back into a stand. Locking your eyes with his, you slowly stripped yourself, deliberately letting the layers fall one after the other until there was nothing left to cover up.
“Your turn,” you challenged him for the last time, sitting down on the mattress and pushing yourself further into the bed, wanting to watch.
You could see from the shaking of his hands how hard it was for him to concentrate on anything but your naked body on his bed. Ripping off his vest, he fiddled with his belt as you laid back, stretching yourself out on his sheets as you waited and watched. It smelled just like him, the strong, manly cologne he wore, and the sheets comforted you as you missed his warmth while you waited. He could barely contain himself, stumbling out of his jeans before finally reappearing above you on the bed.
“Breathe,” you chuckled, noticing how he was getting red from excitement, holding his breath in nervous anticipation.
“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that?” was the only thing he breathed out once air filled his lungs again. Could have anyone resisted such a compliment when they felt the most vulnerable? Not you. The heat catching up to you, you felt your cheeks burn up, and you moved your arms under his, hugging his body to yours. Instead of an answer, you kissed him, long and sweet, forgetting about the pulsing cock on your stomach and your flooded cunt for a moment of tenderness. But there was something else you wanted of him, and it could no longer be postponed.
“I want you, Rhys,” you sighed into the kiss, and he groaned against your lips hungrily after hearing those words from you. Reaching down, between your legs, you pulled your lower lips apart, inviting his twitching member to come to you.
“Finally,” Rhys sighed, positioning himself with just a few flicks of his wrist. “I’ve been waiting for this for so long,” he confessed, and you heaved a knowing sigh as well, full of longing and fulfillment, replying, “Me too.”
His tip pushed inside of you, slowly, testing the slippery waters of your pussy that granted him all the access Rhys could want. In just a few seconds, he had conquered your pussy with his hard cock completely, lodging it deep inside and moaning in unison with you. You were filled enough to feel him press at every sweet spot inside you, the twitches of his member vibrating throughout your body. There was something breathtakingly amazing about how his key fit into your hole, naturally, as if you were made for each other.
You were pulled up into Rhys’s lap as he kneeled on the bed, his hands cupping your ass for support as he began pumping you on his cock. You did your best to help, moving your hips in accordance with him while you rested your head on his shoulder, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of him reaching so deep inside of you, ready to satisfy your every need.
“You don’t know how happy you make me,” Rhys muttered while your head clouded with pleasure, not even interested in small talk. “I’ve dreamed of this day for years. When you left the city, I couldn’t do anything but imagine what it would be like to finally have you like this.”
God, was he good. You moaned into the crook of his neck, the vibrations of his voice shaking your body as he picked up the speed. His smell, length, muscles, and steady hands holding on to you were better than anything you could have ever imagined, completely captivating you.
“It wasn’t easy to sneak out from my duties to visit you in the city—W-Wait, fuck…”
Rhys placed you back on the mattress again and turned you over on your stomach, squeezing a pillow underneath your hips. “If you squeeze me this hard, I can’t hold back,” he whined before plunging back inside your pussy without hesitation. You let out a breathless mewl, your head falling into the sheets around you as you gripped his blanket tightly. He went so fucking deep, and it felt better than you imagined it when you were alone. The ability to still speak showed how strongly he felt about you; both of you were caught up in the emotions but expressed them differently. On your end, only moans and pleas escaped your lips.
“-and I was so fucking jealous every time you were with someone. It hurt me so much that they could have you, and I couldn’t even though I’ve always loved you so much!”
His pacing got rougher, thrusts erratic as if he was punishing you. Slow out and snapping right back inside, your poor cunt was absolutely destroyed with how thorough Rhys was with making your walls bend to his cock. So that they’d remember him forever, make you reconsider how Rhys made you feel if you ever tried to get pleasure elsewhere.
“But the worst part-” he added through gritted teeth, leaning over you and pushing your shoulders into the mattress by placing his weight on top of you. “-I had to watch you lose your mind in that apartment, unable to even hold you whenever you cried. It devastated me. You belong here. With me.”
“R-Rhys,” you finally pushed out, having not heard even one of his jumbled confessions, not when he kept pounding you like the madman he was, now deeper, faster, and harder than anyone had ever before, spurred on by his own feelings. “Make me cum!” you pleaded, happy tears brimming on the borders of your eyes. “Please, I need it! Make me forget all that shit for a while!”
“Oh, I will,” he assured you. Gripping your hair, he pulled you back, his second hand wrapping around your upper arm, forcing you to arch your back and stick out your bum, gaining only gasps followed by long moans from your lips. “I finally have the chance to make you mine, and I’m not letting you slip away again. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for you to come to me.”
At the edge of orgasm, you wondered for a split second what all of this was about. Why was he so obsessed with you? But you couldn’t think straight anymore, not since he kept his promise to you and made you forget about all the miserable things in your life. His cock was nothing like that; it was magical. It made you yearn and ache and shudder, your toes curling as Rhys pressed his hips into yours, earning a long whine from you, appreciating the shockwaves of pleasure he sent straight through your spine.
Letting go of you forced you to collapse on top of the blanket, finally fulfilled with your wish to be fucked senseless by him. You had riled yourself up all these days, glorifying the sex you two would have, but it didn’t disappoint. Rhys grabbed your hips, pulling them against his over and over as you mewled and quivered from the overstimulation while he finished himself by using you, carelessly staying inside as he unloaded his second load that night.
Regaining some sense of reality, you grumbled, feeling the hot semen flooding your insides, painting them with his DNA recklessly. “What if I get pregnant,” you tried to argue weakly, pushing at his hips. “Good,” was all he replied, grunting his answer before collapsing on top of you, both of you spent. His lips wandered over your shoulders and to your temple lovingly, cherishingly even.
“I’ve dreamed about this, you know? I always wanted to have a family with you.”
“We don’t know each other,” you mumbled, his words not making any sense. “Stop being weird.”
You tried to push him off in a weak attempt, but Rhys stayed on top of you, driving his hands up your arms until he could pin your wrists over your head. Slowly but surely, you regained your senses, not letting them be clouded by pleasure any longer as your instincts quietly urged you to get him off. “Let go!” you demanded, only feeling Rhys’s grip around your wrists grow stronger.
“My dad said that this could happen. That you could have forgotten, but I didn’t. I never did.”
No matter what you did, he kept his grip firm on you, rendering you helpless beneath him. You knew he was strong, but this was almost ridiculous, forcing you to struggle against him. “What are you doing?! Let me go!” The panic was now clearly audible in your voice, your breath quickening as your heart began to pound. All of a sudden, the feeling of security and affection you shared with him was gone, and your anxiety took over again.
Something slim but abrasive wrapped around your hands as Rhys arranged it, and you realized too late that it was rope he was tying you up with. “W-What are you doing?!” you yelled, shaking from the panic you were feeling. “Let go! No!”
“I can’t!” he asserted firmly, frighteningly so. “I can’t lose you again!”
“But we never knew each other! Stop behaving like this… like a psycho!”
Rhys grew quiet, allowing you enough space to turn around to face him. Part of you didn’t want to look at him, but you just had to see it. See it in his eyes that this was all a joke he was playing on you. But he wasn’t, and you gulped, realizing only now that this ‘casual’ hookup might not have been so casual after all.
Hurt shone in his eyes, his voice growing meek as he spoke again. “You said you wanted to always be with me. You promised we’d get married when we’re old enough. Don’t you remember at all? You disappoint me, Babe. Even if you almost sound like my mom already.”
“W-When? When did I say something so absurd?”
You felt a strong jerk on the rope as Rhys pulled it tighter. Looking up, you noticed he had already wrapped it around a handgrip next to the bed. The rest was in his hold as he adjusted the tightness, uncaring for your growing discomfort. “Why can’t you remember?!” he asked you in a counterquestion, irritated as he began showing his true colors to you. “We’ve been together ever since elementary school!”
“So long?!” you croaked. “I don’t even remember what I did last year! You can’t hold me accountable for what I might have said as a child!”
“Dad said it might be hard for you to accept it first, but it’s better that way! You, me, our family! We can be happy, and you won’t have to be sad anymore when you’re with me!”
“Rhys… that’s… that’s not how this works. Please let me go! I don’t feel safe here!”
“You promised. And I’ve been very patient, but I just can’t see you rot away in that damn city anymore.”
Listening to his words was hard. On the one hand, you felt like he meant well, despite the rather unconventional methods he was using. On the other, you were terrified. This was not the happy ending you imagined, the wobbly legs you’d have as you made your way home, never forgetting him but also never returning to the carnival. Up till now, Rhys had never done anything to endanger you, but the rope was cutting into your skin and made you fear for your life. If he was capable of this, what else was he going to do to you? How could you have been so wrong in judging his character?
“Are you… are you going to kill me?” you whispered, tears finally overcoming you as the worst-case scenario came to mind. “I-I know I’ve not been a great person lately, but I don’t want to… to…”
Beginning to sob, Rhys finally loosened the rope a little as he saw your tears, leaning forward as he started gently shushing you. “No! No… No, I’d never do that, Sweetheart. Don’t cry. You’ll have it good with me! I’ll take care of you.”
Tender strokes of his thumb wiped away the tears from your cheeks as he sweetly kissed every worried wrinkle on your face and the corners of your mouth, trying to comfort you. You kept sobbing, winding your body beneath his and averting your face from him even though you had little space to escape. “Please, I’m sorry! Please let me go home!”
“It’s okay, Babe. This is your home now. I’m just making sure you have time to get used to it.”
Finally, Rhys let you go, shifting his attention to the rope as he tied it skillfully around the handle. “This is illegal,” you sniffled, having to watch him tie you up. “You’re holding me against my will.”
“Funny you say that,” Rhys responded, having the actual audacity to smile at it as if you were making a joke. “That’s my mom’s favorite argument as well when dad locks her in the bedroom.”
“You’re nuts,” was the only thing you could reply to that, fewer tears falling from your eyes now as disbelief and shock took over your feelings. “You’re a psycho if you think that’s okay to do to anyone.”
“Whatever pet name you give me-” he mumbled, finishing up the elaborate knot he worked on. “I’ll love it. I promise I’ll love you forever. So stay with me, will you, [Name]?”
Hearing your name cross his lips for the first time, goosebumps spread all over your skin. Some part of you had hoped it was all a joke to the last second, but you never told him your name since he always had a nickname ready for you. How did he know it? Was what he was saying true? Did you two really mingle with each other when you were kids? “I can’t believe that…” you mumbled, staring at the trailer’s ceiling, helplessly, lost.
Smiling, Rhys climbed off you, pulling away the corner of the blanket you were laying on and bringing forth a framed photograph he hid there. Holding it above your head, you could barely see what it pictured, but staring at it for a while with the flickering lights of the carnival ever so often illuminating it, you eventually made out the two kids seen in the photograph, holding hands. To your horror, one of them was unmistakenly you.
You glanced back over at Rhys, who was watching you with a cruel tenderness in his eyes and a smile on his lips. However, you found nothing comforting or flattering in his gaze anymore, having already decided he and his naive reasons were beyond madness. “No,” you whispered softly, shaking your head.
“I don’t want this! We can’t do this! Untie me! I have my own life, I don’t want to be with you!”
Immediately, his expression faltered, first growing somber and then… emotionless.
“Getting used to each other takes time,” he recited what his father said prior this evening. By now, you had no doubts that his family was just as messed up as Rhys, probably creating the kind of monster he was. “We have a lot more time before us. We can even start over as we build our life together, but…”
Rhys hesitated. You two stared at each other, and you could almost feel what he was about to say. Being in tune with him suddenly wasn’t such a good thing anymore, and for the last time, you tried to talk him out of it, appeal to his senses. “Rhys… please. Let’s be reasonable and go our separate ways. You’ll find someone else who really loves you, but I can’t be that person.”
“You won’t leave. I’ll never let you leave me again like you left the town after college. I can’t lose you again!” The desperation in his voice was almost heartwrenching as he clawed at his own chest tightly. But in your situation, you couldn’t feel any pity for him, just the feeling of being unable to understand him.
“Please…” you whispered, just as desperate. “If you love me, please listen to me!”
A smile returned to his face as he put the photo aside. Yanking the blanket out from under both of you, Rhys laid down, resting his head on your shoulder, his weight uncomfortable with the strain of the ropes pulling at your arms. “I am listening,” he obviously lied, tugging you both in and hugging you closer to him. “To your heartbeat, your breath. Feel the warmth of finally sharing my bed with you and, soon, my life. I love you so much, I can wait for you to remember your feelings for me. And I swear to remind you how much I love you every day, so you never have to be sad again and never want to leave. You’ll learn just like Mom did. That’s how love is, Baby.”
Miserable, you remembered. Your life was miserable.
And even this seemingly innocent hookup you had at the carnival wasn’t going to change that. Rhys didn’t manage to change that, even though he kept his promise to make you forget for a while - perhaps too long - just how miserable you had been. But at least you had been miserable and free, unlike now.
Outside, the lights of the carnival were shining, but you couldn’t hear the sounds, making you realize just how soundproof this trailer was. How dumb you had been, not seeing the signs. Not leaving and never coming back since you clearly do not belong here. Being too horny to listen to your gut when you could have done something to prevent this. Who would start a three-night affair? You should have accepted it the first night and left without another word. Or at least tried to do anything but cry as you were now, having to listen to Rhys trying to soothe you, kissing away ‘the discomfort’ as he phrased it.
The carnival was a place to fulfill all your desires.
But sometimes, these desires doomed you to never be able to leave the carnival again.
