Newly turned Vampire Darling muzzled and shackled by their master so they aren't roaming around biting humans their owner would deem filthy and unfit for consumption, but Darling has a particular energy to them that reminds their master of a starving stray so it feels like punishing a puppy for chewing up the sofa.
"Though I do not deserve the kindness, I ask you find it in your heart to forgive me someday. It's only temporary until you are able to keep your urges under wraps."
"There's no need for you to apologize, Sire. I understand."
"..."
"Please- Don't give me that look. It's for your safety, Beloved."
"Look?..."
Darling tilts their head as they ponder, lips wrinkling in discomfort as they struggle to wrestle their fingers between the gaps in the cage of their muzzle. With a sorrowful whine, they roll their tongue against the raw, swollen gums encasing their growing fangs to soothe the ache.
"...itchy....Ah- What look were you speaking of?"
"...I've bathed in the blood of man, and this is what makes me feel like a monster."
Thinking about gamer boyfriend who doesnโt know what he has before itโs goneโฆ
You told him you were leaving, but it didnโt dawn on him thatโs what youโd meant. He was deep in-gameโhe couldn't pay attention to your whining. He figured you went out to the store or something, but later, after midnight, he realized he was hungry, and you were nowhere. Not in the kitchen making dinner, not in his bed sleeping, and not in the bathroom either.ย
Did you go home? He wonders, standing alone in the dark, empty silenceโfeeling a little put off at the sight of his roomโhow even in the dim light, itโs a clear fucking mess. You usually tidy up a bit for him, but you hadnโt this timeโno, thereโs old underwear and socks everywhere, shirts and hoodies too, empty cans and pizza boxes. Itโs a bit gross, actually, he admits while scratching his neck.ย
The drawer heโd dedicated to you in his dresser is open and empty. Did you take everything to get it cleaned? You are a bit of a neat freakโunlike him. Suppose that would be something youโd do. Weird of you not to take any of his laundry as well, though.
Oh, well. He shoots you a โgn bbyโ on his phone, then collapses on his bed and falls asleepโsmiles a bit as he does soโitโs nice not having you here to tell him to undress and go shower first. Yeah, you can be such a nag sometimes.
He wakes up late in the day. Youโre not there. Usually, you come over to wake him with some breakfast. He checks his phoneโyou didnโt reply last night. It isn't that weirdโyou were probably already asleep at that point. But why didnโt you answer when you woke up? Thereโs no way youโre still asleep, right?ย
Fuck, heโs hungry.
โgm,โ he sendsโcontemplates asking you whatโs up but doesnโt. You must be busy with something not to have checked your phone yet.
The entire day goes by, and you still donโt answer. He doesnโt take it too hard. But he wonโt deny being a bit miffed.
Itโs when three days go by that heโs well and truly confused. Heโs sent you several texts at this point, even called you a few times, getting a little worried something had happened to you before he got the message that heโd been blocked.ย
What the fuckโs going on with you?
He thinks back to the last time he saw you. What did you even say? He canโt remember. Something about being tiredโsomething, somethingโIโm leaving.
He swallows thickly. Noโฆ No way, thatโs what you meant, right? No, canโt be. You love him. Youโre his pretty girlfriend. The one that comes with his food and later comes back for his bowl. The one that sucks his dick under his desk as he goes on a kill streak. The warm pillow he uses when he finally drags his bad posture to the bed and falls asleep.
No. Where the fuck are you? Are you sick or something? Yeah, must be, right? So delirious youโve managed to block him somehow. You were probably only trying to call him back. You were never so tech-savvyโa fever must have worsened it. He should go to you. He can bring his pc. Or no, he can get you and bring you back here. Yeah, that would be easier.
He calls your roommate, tells her heโs coming, and asks her to let you know to get ready.
โWhat are you talking about?โ she says through a piece of gumโher voice all dull as if bothered to have picked up the phone. Or, rather, she sounds a bit drunk. Thereโs music in the background. โGirl broke up with you, didnโt she?โ
His blood runs cold at that. A lump forms in his throatโa thick, unmovable lump that makes him think heโs about to throw up. โN-no, she didnโt.โ
โHey!โ she calls out, not to him, thoughโsheโs covered the mic with her hand. He only hears the muted distortion of voices and bass through it before your roommate comes back to him.ย
โSorryโsheโs telling me a different story,โ she relays, popping her gum in his ear before sneeringโor, at least, thatโs what he pictures. โHonestly, how long did you think she was gonna put up with cleaning up after you anyway? I know I wouldnโt last half as long as she has.โ The lump in his throat grows thicker, swelling up until it's choking him. โAnyway, good luck.โ
She hangs up, and he drops his phone. Thereโs a crack as it hits the floor. And then something wet on his face. Something hot. Something searing as it tracks down his cheeks and drops off like acid onto the floor.ย
What should he do? What do you want him to do? To tidy up? He can do that! Heโs not some imbecile like your friend makes him out to be who canโt even do the basics of chores. Of course, he can! And so thatโs what he doesโhands shaking as he tidies.ย
It feels foreign, and heโs not even sure where to start. And it quickly proves to be a lot worse than what heโd thought. Beyond stinky clothes and dirty dishes, thereโs trash, rotten food, sticky surfaces, and other things he canโt even put a name to. Itโs gross, actually. Downright disgusting. How longโs it been like this?
Even after everythingโs put in order, thereโs a smell that lingers and no end to the dust he has to cleanโcringing at the little insects that come crawling out of their hiding spots. Geezโhas it really been this bad?
He falls asleep on the floor at some pointโhaving completely forgotten to eatโthen wakes up feeling awful the next day. The kitchen is barren, and so he orders take-out. Eats and then goes back to cleaning. Thereโs still a lot left.
Itโs barely recognizable once heโs done. Nice and bright and tidy and clean. Thereโs a sum of a dozen large black trash bags in the hallway he needs to take out, but other than that, everythingโs perfectโperfectly presentable to have you come over again.
Still, he gives it a couple of days. He knows you. Youโre going to change your mind. Youโre too sweet to be breaking up with him. Too nice. You wouldnโt just leave him, not like this. Yeah, youโre only trying to teach him a lessonโafter a while, youโll come back on your own. Youโll be ecstatic over what heโs done with the placeโapologetic even as you tell him you were wrong about himโand then everything will go back to normal. Make-up sex and everything.ย
But you donโt. No. Youโre nowhere to be seen or foundโeven after a weekโs passed. Youโre still gone. And heโs starting to believe you might just be gone for real.
No. He sees what this is. Youโre waiting for the grand gesture, arenโt you? He never knew you could be so pettyโbut itโs actually kind of cute. Fine then. Heโll play alongโcome crawling to you on his hands and knees with the best apology youโve ever heard. And then you can end this whole thing.
And so he finds himself at your place, pressing the buzzer, not knowing if heโs catching you at homeโif not, heโll just try again tomorrow, and so on until he does. He hears someone at the other side of the doorโthey must be looking at him through the peephole. It takes a while before the locks click and open.
โHeyโฆโ
Itโs you.ย
โHi,โ he smiles in return, happy to see you. Heโs been so nervous, but somehow, your face and voice are enough to calm him down.
โWhat are you doing here?โ you ask.
Oh, of course. You werenโt expecting him. Still, it feels weird of you not to gush happily over the surprise and rush him inside. Itโs not every day he goes outsideโyou should be a little impressed.
But no, of course, youโre playing the part of fed-up girlfriendโacting hard-to-get. Heโs got youโheโll play his part, so donโt worry.
โI wanted to apologize,โ he announces. โI havenโt been a good boyfriendโI see that now. But Iโll be better from now on, I promiseโcome over, and Iโll prove it to you.โ
As far as apologies and promises go, he thinks that sounded pretty smoothโnot too desperate, not too demanding. Pretty slick, if he can say so himself.
And so, why arenโt you smiling? He can understand being nervousโso is heโbut why do you look guilty?
โThatโs really nice. Andโฆ Iโm really happy youโre looking better. Butโฆโ you start, and his gutโs already wrenching. โI think you need more time for yourself to justโฆ enjoy what itโs like to be independent, you know?โย
No, he doesnโt know. What are you saying? And why are you holding onto the doorknob like that? Holding it steady as if youโre planning to shut it as soon as you canโwhy?
โThanks for stopping by. It was nice seeing youโit really was. Take care of yourself, okay?โ
Itโs shuttingโhis plansโdisappearing right before his face. He knows he isnโt owed a second shot, but this isnโt fair. You canโt be seriousโare you?
โWhat? No, waitโโ He stops you, weighing his own hand on the door, keeping it open. โListen, Iโm good now. Iโve pulled it together, youโll seeโIโll come in, and weโll talk about it.โ
You resist, using both hands to almost push the door back on him. โI have company, soโโ
โWhatโs up?โ another voice announces himselfโdeep and presentful. He comes into view behind youโtaller than you, taller than himโlooking down his nose at him with a raised brow. โWhoโs this?โ
You look a bit panickedโno, embarrassed. โOh, uhmโโ
Why are you embarrassed? โWhoโs that?โ The bitterness in his voice surprises even himselfโloaded with the same type of spite he seethes with when players use cheats to win.
โHeโs an old friend, but he was just leaving,โ you say, but youโre not speaking to him. No, you stroke a hand over the guyโs broad chest, looking up at him apologetically before turning back to him again, voice strict in a way heโs never heard, โBye.โ
โButโโ
You shut the door. On him. In his face.ย
His skin crawlsโgoosefleshed and chilled. Was that a date? No, right? You have a brother, donโt you? Yes, must be. No way youโre dating. Thereโs no way, right? Itโs only been a weekโฆ no way youโve moved on in only a week, right?
You looked really niceโwearing that sweet blouse with all the little bows and that cute little skirt youโd always wear out on dates. Damn, when was the last time the two of you went on a date? Must be months ago, if he canโt even remember.ย
Come to think of it, the two of you would always have sex when you wore that skirt. Yeah, itโs your fuck-me-skirt. Are you going to fuck this guy too now? On the first date? Is it your first date? No, probably notโwho has their first date at home? Thatโs more like a third or even fourth or fifth date, right? Were you dating him while the two of you were still together? Have you been cheating on him all this time? Laughing at him behind his backโtalking shit with your bitch-roommate? About what a pathetic loser he is? About how heโs a slob who canโt take care of himself? How he needs you? Have you!?
He shouldn't be texting you all this from a random number. He knows that, but the full realization doesnโt dawn on him before itโs too late, and heโs sent you over a hundred messages, some small and others at such a length they take up more than what the screen allows. What the fuckโs he doing? Heโd bought the new sim so that he could contact you in an emergency, not to spam you with accusations like some crazy ex.ย
He starts deleting themโin some desperate wishful thinking, with the hope you wouldnโt see them, but then the dotted line starts beating, jumping in taunt. His eyes are wide as he stares at it, holding his breath. Ten seconds pass before it disappearsโno message sent.
You blocked him again. And he canโt blame you.
And yet, he canโt let you go, either.ย
He spends the first few weeks hauled up at homeโhis flat becoming as trashed as ever as he doomscrolls all your socials through a fake account. Youโve deleted all the pictures of himโeven the ones of yourself when youโve been with him. Thereโs no evidence the two of you were even dating.
How could you do this? How could you erase him like this?
He has questions, and he needs answers. You canโt just do thisโthe two of you havenโt even had the talkโhe hasnโt even got to say his side yet!
He just wants to talk to youโwhy wonโt you let him? He just wants you to hear him out. He deserves that much. But since youโre not giving him any option of contacting you, heโs had to resort to medieval methodsโlurking outside your apartment like some creep, eyes peeled on your buildingโs entrance, waiting for you to show.
Heโs there for hours, patientlyโrefusing to go homeโthinking heโll be there all night if he has to.
But then there you areโcoming out of the complex, stepping down the alley, dressed all nice for the night. You seem to be in a hurryโare you on your way to another date? Well, wherever youโre going and whoever youโre meeting, they can wait.
โI need to talkโโ he doesnโt get the words out.
Youโd noticed him following you and tried to out-pace himโmake him lose interest. But the area your flatโs situated in is a sketchy oneโat least for girls, and youโd made the decision long ago that youโd never walk outside unprepared. And so, as soon as feeling the stranger's hand on your arm, you whip around to maze him right in the face.
โArgh!โ he screeches and stumbles back, hands covering his eyes. โFuckโow-fuckinโdammit, shitโwhat the fuck did you do that for? Fuckโโ
You were going to make a run for it, but the familiar voice has you haltโwait a minuteโฆ
You call his name, and sure enough, itโs him who looks up at you through the teary redness of your pepper spray assault.ย
โOh my god, shitโIโm so sorryโI thought you were aโโ you stop yourself. โFuckโnever mind. Comeโโ You link his arm with yours and lead him back inside the apartment you just left. โIโll help you rinseโIโm so sorry.โ
You rush him to the bathroom, seating him atop the toilet lid as you wet a cloth and start soaking his face.
โIโm so sorry, I didnโt see it was youโโ you apologize again. โAre your eyes okay?โ
โNot really,โ he hisses through clenched teeth, though steals himself soon after. โBut they're getting betterโฆโ
His face unswells after a good thirty minutes, after which heโs able to keep his eyes open againโsore and no doubt bloodshot, yet fine, if not for that. Youโve moved him into the living room instead, having done what you could to rinse off your attackโhaving provided him with an apologetic glass of water. Now sitting with him, waiting for the effects to wear off.
It feels nice to be with you again despite the circumstancesโbut itโs awkward how you donโt speak.
โYou look nice,โ he saysโtrying to break the tension. Itโs not as if the two of you are strangers, and so you shouldnโt act like it.
โOh, Iโm going to a partyโroomieโs already there, soโฆโ you say, sitting at the edge of your seat. โIf youโre okay, I should probably head outโฆ soon.โ
A silence fills his head, as well as the roomโa heavy stillness before a single word leaves him. โWhat?โ His face sinksโpart confusion, part offense, and something elseโsomething that makes his voice come out accusatory and outraged, โYou maze me in the face, and youโre just gonna fuck off to a party?โ
Your eyes widen.โWellโฆ itโsโโ
โNoโwhat the fuck?โ He stands abruptly. His headโs so empty except for the blinding darkness slowly overtaking itโleaving him feeling boiling and all but nuclear. โThatโs all I get? Are you fucking serious?โ Heโs shouting nowโand then heโs on you, with one hand fisting your pretty dress and another around your throat. โFirst, you dump me without warning, assault me like some maniac, give me a lousy apology, and then tell me to fuck off? What the fuckโs wrong with you?โ
You splutter his name and push, but itโs like fighting a wall.
โWhere are you actually going dressed like that, huh? Whatโs so fucking important? Is it another date? What, with that same oaf I saw here last time? Or is it someone new already? I know how flighty you can be. I mean, fuck, I knew you were a little freaky, but I didnโt know I was dating a fucking slut!โ
His strength comes as a complete and utter devastating shock. Youโd think sitting in a chair all day would make any muscle obsoleteโbut the hands holding you donโt right now is more than anything you could hope to fight against.
โStop! Get off meโโ you cry, thrashing hopelessly as he lifts your dress and rips your lace panty down your thighs.ย
A growl in his voice and nothing but rage on his face.
โIf anyone can get itโI might as well help myself.โ
cw: yandere, pregnancy, confinement, medical horror, sedation, inspired by nanami kento, geto suguru, dick grayson and clark kent
Thinking about men who turn yandere the moment you get pregnant.
Because in their eyes, youโve given them the greatest gift, youโve just tied yourself to them forever. They suppose it's only natural, then, for the doors to stop unlocking. For the keys suddenly to vanish and be locked away. For the windows to stick tight in their frames with locks you can't reach. For the house to slowly become less a home and more a nursery theyโll never let you leave.
At first, there's this feeling of excitement within your lover. Their hand never leaves your stomach, even before youโre showing, rubbing circles there as if coaxing life awake. Their lips brush your shoulder every night before bed with whispered thank yous as they hold you close, with promises that youโll never have to lift a finger again. But then you notice how the door knobs wonโt turn. How your key doesnโt fit anymore. How they murmur โshh, donโt worry about that, darlingโ while guiding you back to the couch, stroking your hair until you forget what you were trying to ask.
And as your belly swells, so does their obsession. Their touch suddenly becomes even more overbearing all of a sudden, a leash disguised as tenderness. Their heavy palm pressed into the small of your back to steady you. Fingers curling around your wrist whenever you stand too quickly. An arm banded around your waist when you try to shuffle down the hallway on your own. They donโt just hover - they attach themselves, bodies brushing, eyes glued to every move you make.
The house changes with you. Sharp corners are padded over, rugs laid thick on the floors. Your clothes, your real ones, suddenly vanish, replaced with soft cotton pajamas that make you look less like yourself and more like someoneโs porcelain doll. Meals appear on trays youโre not allowed to carry, and when your hands tremble, they lift the spoon to your lips themselves. And when you beg and plead for space, when you cry that youโre trapped, they press pills into your hands, kiss the tears off your cheeks, and hush you with lullabies until your eyelids grow heavy.
By the time youโre swollen, waddling, your body slow and aching, theyโre almost delirious and lovesick. Their hands never leave your skin. They kneel to kiss your stomach constantly with soft murmurs to the baby inside and to you, that you're going to be a wonderful mother. Every wince, every contraction, makes them beam with giddy pride - teary-eyed and trembling with joy.
And when the first pangs of labor seize you, when you cry out in fear, they hold you tighter, voice thick with love as they whisper against your ear:
โItโs time. Go on push. You donโt really have a choice anymore, darling.โ
Tags: x reader, yandere, dub-con, smut, bullying, bully x victim dynamics, penetration, fingering, p in v, virgin reader, public sex, humiliation, dead dove do not eat
Trappedโฆ oh god, you were trapped. You felt so utterly stupid letting him herd you to such a place. The football teamโs locker room had as much tact as you expected. Boxers and other articles of clothing were strewn about, and the unmistakable stench of man sweat and BO. But that wasnโt all you were worried about. They would be back any minute with their practice finished.
It was embarrassing enough wandering in. But to be found spread out naked on the bench with the quarterback on top of you? That was a real scandal.
Of course, he was enjoying every second of it. Licking his lips like a damned predator as he watches you shrink under him, clothes ripped off and all. Even if you could theoretically get away, your clothes are less than useless now, adding another layer to the seemingly never-ending humiliation.
He lazily tugs off your panties with one hand, while the other holds you in your vulnerable position. You whine low and pathetic, afraid that if you were to make too much noise, others would hear.
Thereโs no sense of urgency as he cups your sex, shamelessly grinding it into his palm. You stiffen, swallowing any meek sounds you want to make. Itโs clear he doesnโt have the same fear that you do. He relishes the attention. The act of marking you, staking his claim while arguably the most influential figures of your school witness it. Heโs hard just thinking about it.
Tears prick your eyes as he unceremoniously jams three of his thick fingers into your pretty cunt. You couldn't believe that your first time would be with him. You were pretty sure he was supposed to use lube, with how much it burned.
You make another pitiful attempt to get away, but he curls his fingers, halting your movement. Your hands fly to cover your mouth as your back arches. He finds this hilarious. โWhat? Wonโt let me hear those pretty sounds of yours?โ He lowers his head to your ear, nipping playfully. โAfraid someone will hear?โฆโ
You donโt dignify his teasing with a response. His movements are less about your pleasure and more so exploration. He brunt forces his way through your walls, exploring every point of your intimacy, like it was his to chart. Heโs slow, lazy even, but that only makes the pleasure in your core build. Youโre almost at your edge with another sharp curl of his fingers. Your legs twitch as you continue to desperately clamp your hands over your mouth. Youโre so incredibly grateful that he decides to pull out.
Again, he laughs at your struggle; this time it reverberates throughout the locker room. You had half the mind to cover his own mouth if you werenโt so preoccupied with pulling yourself together. โC-can I please go now?โ You practically beg, shifting yourself up. โOh, you think weโre done?โ He gives you a shit-eating grin as he leisurely takes his shorts off. โYou havenโt even seen your big surprise.โ
You gawk at the erratic cock that eagerly bounces from his boxers. Youโve seen cocks on the internet, but that could have never prepared you for reality. Itโs completely massive, and the straight girth is insane. You immediately shut your legs, but he pries them open just as easily.
โW-wait- that wonโt fit in me.โ He glances down at his member, then slowly back at you, smirking. โIt will; your body will accommodate me.โ You want to argue. Want to leave nude and all with your virginity intact. But he grabs your shoulders and thrusts into you.
You fight the urge to scream as breaches vulva. It burns like hell, and all you can feel is him as he conquers your tight hole. He moans carelessly, relishing how much you squeeze him.
Your practically bawling as he reached your cervix. Hot tears stream down your already blazing cheeks as your mind goes completely blank. He hooks his arms under your legs and pounds into you mercilessly. Each thrust sending you into a new high.
Panic claws at the back of your consciousness as louder and louder moans are ripped from you. But all your caution is swept away in the tsunami of your pleasure.
โFuck- t-this is what you deserve- treated like the slut you are.โ He begins to thrust faster. โY-you thought you could ignore me- thought you could pay attention to anyone but me-โ
You would have slapped him if you werenโt so preoccupied trying to keep together. But with one final thrust, you both come undone, untangling the knot that gathered when he first entered you. You fall back, gasping for air, savoring the end.
Fuck, heโs still inside of you. You attempt to push him off, but he just burrows deeper into you again. Lazily, he presses his forehead against yours. โYouโre going to be mine forever.โ
Wooooo, second post!!!! Let me know what other dynamics you would like to see, and maybe I'll write them. As always, dont be afraid to give feedback and tell me what you think.
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nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader
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a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .
Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker roomโusing the key to unlock the doorโit was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . .ย
Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.
His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.
Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smellโso much so that he could almost taste youโall the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.
He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cockโa soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold airโhis free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .โimagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful stateโ . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .
Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and downโhis vision growing hazyโas he let out breathy sighs of pleasureโwhines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.
Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouthโdrool escaped the corners of his mouthโblocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cockโlittle tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasureโhe used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .
All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothingโhis legs began to convulseโhis back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .
Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .
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TW: Yandere, Non Con, Kidnapping, Stalking, going back to my roots with this one, unedited, calling all of you freaks out with this one
Thinking about a gooner! reader.
you'd never outright call yourself that of course, you respect yourself enough not to stoop that low, but it's true that of all the lesser habits in this world, masturbation is your favorite.
as soon as you get home from work every day you make a beeline for your bedroom. no saying hi to your roommates, no tending to your rumbling stomach, you go straight upstairs to kick your pants off. It's like you have a pavlovian response as soon as you lay down in your sheets. your clit starts throbbing, your face gets flushed and your fingers start moving on their own, opening twitter on your phone with a sequence of well rehearsed taps.
you don't need to waste your time looking around for material. You have a favorite page.
you stumbled across it a few months ago while you were scrolling through your timeline, searching for something specific that could satiate your needs. you're very picky about what porn you consume, you don't like it when the guy is gentle, but they also can't be so rough that you feel like you're watching something bordering on illegal. the guy can't be too thin or thick, facial hair can't be too long, and they cannot be wearing a dumb ski mask to hide their identity (it really takes you out of it). and of course you have a handful of specific, somewhat niche kinks you need to cater too, lest you be forced to search for hentai to fill the gap.
you'd find stuff you liked here and there, but you'd always have to scroll for a good while before you could find something that interested you again. It was annoying. it was really a stroke of pure luck when you found his account.
a small-ish porn blog, the kind that posts homemade porn clips and kinky anecdotes daily. his bio even read 'gooner girls are my favorite <3'. it was like he was specifically curating his blog for you. the account creator might have been your clone, because you shared the same taste in everything. pornstars, kinks, even the mood of the videos he shared were all perfect, and there was something new for you to rub too everyday, because he was practically militant with his upload schedule.
you'd leave a comment every now and then on his posts. something short and simple like "oooh my god my clit is tjobbing <333" because when you have one hand fingers deep in your dripping cunt it's hard to type. But your interactions never went any further than that.
thats why you were so surprised when he followed you.
you assumed it was just because he noticed you commenting a bunch. that was normal enough. He'd occasionally like a tweet of yours - usually a faceless, half naked selfie with a caption detailing your more vulgar fantasies. but that was the extent of it.
at least, until it wasn't.
you started to notice that the videos he posted were becoming more specific. the men varied, as they usually did, but the girls all started to resemble each other. the same build, same eyes, same hair. every single video for weeks on end, all of the girls looked the same.
all of the girls looked like you.
you ignored it, because the chance of some random dude posting porn of your doppelgangers on purpose was ridiculous. you'd never even spoken to the dude. he barely knew you existed.
but then he started tweeting out cryptic shit. it wasn't uncommon for him to make text posts, but usually they'd say something like 'girls who cum when you call them a slut>>>>" not "you look so pretty in your yellow sundress <3"
"it's just a coincidence" you mumble to yourself as you throw the sundress you were wearing in the garbage.
days go by and you notice that the porn gets more hardcore. what was once videos of girls being eaten out by old men turns into women hogtied as men in bandanas fuck them hard and fast, topped off with a captions like "me n her <3" or "you're so pretty when you're scared baby."
you like cnc stuff as much as the next freak, but this somehow feels too far.
the tweets keep coming, each a little more eerie then the last. you really want to believe it's all a coincidence, but it's hard when he's described what panties you've worn each day of the week down to the type of lace in his tweets. you have trouble sleeping now, can't help from glancing out your window or shooting up at every sound.
But you must be going crazy.
On the one year anniversary of you following him, you realize you aren't.
you open up to his profile like usual, though admittedly with less excitement then you used too. now it just seems like a habit, or maybe a precaution, a means of tracking what he's doing. the video today isn't like what he usually posts. for one, it isn't in color. it's black and white, somewhat grainy too. definitely not one of the home videos shot on iphone that he usually posts. a girl (a doppelgรคnger, as per usual) in bed fingers her self on your screen. thatโs fine. normal. whatever. you snake your hand down to your cunt without thinking too much.
but the more you look at her, you feel your pulse quicken.
she really looks like you.
theres a tattoo on her arm in the same place you have yours, her toenails are painted the same shade, she's holding her legs open the same way you do when you masturbate, rubbing her clit in the same patterns. when a moan bubbles from her mouth, you hear your own voice.
when you notice your childhood stuffed animal in the corner of the frame, you run into the bathroom and throw up.
the caption of the post reads 'see you soon, cutie <3'.
You block him immediately. delete twitter altogether, throw your phone in your dresser drawer and slam it shut. you search your room top to bottom, tear it apart until it looks like a bull ran through it, but you can't find any cameras. There was no shot of you being able to sleep to begin with, but the only way you feel safe enough being alone is sitting huddled in your closet clutching a kitchen knife.
You must have dozed off at some point, because when your eyes flutter open you aren't in your closet. you aren't even in your apartment.
you're in the lap of a stranger writhing against the little pink bullet vibe he holds to your clit as he ruts his hard cock against your ass.
and before you can cry, or scream or do anything more than stare in pure terror, your stalker smiles at you and points an iphone in your face.
"oh baby, ive been waiting so long for this. my followers are gonna love you."
WARNINGS: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (heโs very pathetic and perverted, itโs giving โstep on meโ energy.) gender neutral reader
A/N: heyyyyy guess who isnโt dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just havenโt been posting. but iโm hereeeee lol. hereโs a random yandere oc post, sorry itโs not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)
part two here!
superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.
superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.
superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didnโt manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.
superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.
superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.
superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.
superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-
superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.
superfan! yandere boy that almost WANTS to get caught. he knows he wouldn't be able to handle your attention, so he avoids it, but a part of him wants to get caught and outed for his perverted, stalker ways. he wants to hear you cuss him out and degrade him. he wants to see the disgusted look on your face as he is exposed for everything he did. spit on him, kick him, treat him like vermin, he doesn't mind. he gets off on the thought of you punishing him. he has a particular fantasy where your punishment for him is by tying him up and overstimulating him until he is crying, whimpering, and almost fainting. but he would still beg for more. no matter how long it lasts. it could be a week long and he still wouldn't be satisfied.
