I am a fanfiction writer for no real specific fandom. I tend to hyper-fixate on certain shows/various other medias for months at a time but this blog is not for any one of those in particular. I write what I am inspired to and all of that will accumulate here. With that being said, there are some things to note before anyone goes on to consume my work;
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yandere/obsessive themes basically exclusively
male reader/ocs exclusively
occasional dub/non-con
tw/cw will always be provided
Now that that's all covered, here's my masterlist of posts.
YIPPEEEE YANDERE HEATED RIVALRYY IM SO HAPPY! I will literally marry you if you do one shots for this series omg.
What kinda flowers are you thinking for the wedding? It might be basic but Roses are always a good pick, no?
I just posted a one shot for Ilya and I'm definitely thinking up some ideas for Shane, possibly even one of them with the same darling...
Notes: I folded. The idea just kept itching at the back of my brain. Here's a bit of jealous Ilya for anyone interested. I got an ask the other day for a combination of yan!Ilya and yan!Shane with the same love interest and I've already got a few ideas circling for it, so maybe keep an eye out đ
The locker room was quieter than usual, the only consistent sounds being that of a leaky faucet and the hum of fluorescent lights above. The smell of soap, sweat, and unbearably strong cologne filled the room. For the most part it was all pretty standard, nothing really out of the ordinary.
The team had mostly scattered by then, no one feeling the need to stick around when there was celebrating to be done. An overtime victory with a buzzer beater goal from Ilya Rozanov himself was reason enough to get drunk. It all made perfect sense. All but the fact that the Russian hadn't actually left yet.
It was unexpected sight to see him posted up on the bench nearest your locker. He looked as if he had just gotten there, most of his equipment still on excluding his helmet and skates. He was a sight to behold, his curly hair damp with moisture and his eyes icy, a bit more than usual. His mouth, previously motionless, twitched at the sight of you.
"Whatcha still doing here Roz? Shouldn't you be out partying?" You were genuinely curious. Rozanov was never one to shy out when the rest of the team went out to a club, sometimes even being spotted out after a big loss.
Quickly you began discarding your layers, jersey popping up and over your head as you approached him, desperate to take off the shoulder pads that had been digging into your skin. His eyes flickered instinctually down to your torso before looking away, jaw clenched tight. "Your interview went well, yes?" His voice was low and flat, a tone you've never quite heard directed at you before.
You quirked your eyebrow at the dodged question but decided it was best to just drop it. He seemed to be in some sort of mood.
"Oh, that reporter pulling me aside after the game?" You slid past him, tossing your equipment into your locker haphazardly. You'd deal with that later when you had a bit more energy and weren't coated in a layer of sweat. "Yeah, wasn't really expecting to have to answer so many questions right after such a big win" A short chuckle escaped your lips with a gentle shake of your head. Finally you were able to discard your final layer, feeling the breeze of the air conditioner on your bare chest. "I'm more curious as to how you got out of having to talk-" You turned around to face Ilya and almost jumped out of your skin.
Instead of being in his previous position, he was standing right behind you. "Hollander." You still hadn't recovered from the scare, pulse still raised as you looked at him in confusion. His tongue flicked over his bottom lip before he continued. âShane Hollander. You said youâd 'love to play with someone like him.ââ
Your eyebrows scrunched up at the mention of you previous comment, not understanding why he was bringing it up. "Well yeah, he's a great player." You can't help but catch his eyes roll at the statement. You let out a gentle scoff, teasingly punching his shoulder with a smile. "C'mon I know you're 'rivals' and all, but he's genuinely amazing on the ice. Even you can admit that."
In one swift movement Ilya caught your hand before you could pull it back down to your side.
âAnd what am I?â
The words hang in silence as you start to get the feeling this wasn't going to be just another one of your normal, playful chats.
âC'mon, you scored our win.â The indirect praise slipped from your lips casually. You attempted to pull back from his grip but made little leeway, his large hand closing down tighter on your wrist.
"So why bring him up?" His question was harsh, "Did I not give you enough to talk about?" You could barely contain the scoff that was eager to rip from your chest, settling for biting down on your tongue instead. Suddenly the positioning and hold of Rozanov felt suffocating, his body effectively caging you against the lockers.
"I don't have time for this," You blew him off "I gotta shower." Just as you went to pull away from him again he shoved you hard against your locker, the metal cold as it sounded from the impact.
Heat rose up your body uncontrollably, red dusting your features at the scene. The familiarity of it all made goosebumps rise across your limbs. Flashes of previous encounters flooded your thoughts, but nothing had been this public before, this risky. "Roz," Your voice came out shakier than you intended, way less authoritative than you were hoping. "You-" You cut yourself off, eyes darting to the entrance of the locker room "We can't, not here."
As if he didn't hear you he pressed his knee in between your two legs, pressing up and into you. A grunt uncontrollably left your lips, the sudden friction not helping your already flustered state. Ilya's eyes were dark, staring holes straight into you, it was too much. You couldn't help but look away. Instantly he grabbed your jaw, pulling you right back to him with an unbearable pressure.
The situation was all wrong, and there was no doubt being this out, this public, you were going to get caught. So why could you feel your body coming to life underneath his manhandling?
Ilya leaned forward, wet hair grazing your skin as he caught your earlobe between his teeth. You could swear you heard a growl escape his lips. All of a sudden your knees started to buckle underneath the weight of your body, it becoming almost impossible to stand.
"Tell me, do you wish it was Hollander touching you instead?" Ilya punctuated his words by grinding his knee up into your cock that was already rising in interest. You almost choked as he pulled back, teeth scratching harshly against the sensitive skin on your ear. "Answer me ĐťŃйиПŃĐš." His mother tongue sounded raspy this close and suddenly you were dying to know Russian.
"N-no" embarrassment flooded your chest as the word fumbled from your mouth, sounding whiney underneath his scrutiny. Ilya hummed in approval, hand sliding down your bare chest and towards your growing erection. Your hips bucked without your approval as his long fingers made their way past your waistband. "Please, Rozanov, we can't..."
The taller man pressed himself further into you, a firm press of his own tented cock making your whole body buzz. His long fingers expertly found their way around you and began to move in painfully slow strokes. Your breath hitched, tears threatening to leave your eyes from the mix of pleasure and fear of getting caught. "Ilya" You warned.
His eyes were blown and boring into yours, a sick smirk on his lips at the sound of his name leaving your pouting lips. "You want me to stop?" He asked, his hand still keeping with the rhythm he'd set. Words couldn't form in your mouth anymore, precum now dribbling down your shaft. You pathetically nodded, knowing he needed to cut it out but already mourning his touch while it was still there, fucking yourself up into his pumps. "Okay, I stop..." He trailed off, still engulfing your impossibly hard cock, motion getting faster rather than stilling. His hot breath hit your cheek, making the hairs standing on the back of your neck. "Say you're mine. Then I stop."
A familiar heat in your belly started to stir and you let out a stifled moan. "Okay, okay, slow down." You pleaded but he didn't listen, his tongue darting out to moistening his lips as he waited with that predatory gaze. "Roz-" You couldn't last much longer, this needed to end now.
"I'm yours, Rozanov," The words barely managed to make there way out, a moan begging to be released instead. "I'm all yours." And before Ilya could even pull his hand away a searing hot pleasure shot through you, your hips jutting forward one last time before you coated his rough fingers.
quick question but do you take fanfic requests currently ?
Short answer: If you have a request you can always feel free to send it in :). I actually love getting asks lol. Please keep in mind though that I cannot ensure a speedy delivery (if any) of any ask I receive.
Long answer: I do not publicly advertise as having requests 'open' or 'closed' on my blog. There are a few reasons for this but the main ones are
I am a college student with college student responsibilities that keep me from having any sort of consistent upload schedule
Inspiration strikes me at random moments and for random things, I can never guarantee what I'll be posting next/what fandom it's for
The two previous points come together to ensure that I will have requests sitting in my inbox for an undetermined amount of time before they ever have the chance to be realized and posted
Because of this I don't really want to give out the impression that if you send me a suggestion/request/whatever that, like other blogs that say they have open requests, it will be posted in a timely manner or at all. The most I can say for certain is that I will at least entertain the idea!
I appreciate you asking!
Warnings:Â Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Sexual themes, Degradation
Notes: Did you seriously think I'd do one for Hollander and not one for Rozanov đ¤? I was thinking of potentially writing maybe a one shot or two for Heated Rivalry, but idk, we will see
Ilya realizes early on that you're going to be a problem for him
At first, youâre just a variable worth accounting for
Another player he needs to be able to counter
Someone whose patterns he should understand
But it becomes clear almost immediately that youâre far more than that
You're not just any player
You donât just react
You adapt
You learn fast
Mistakes you make one game never appear again making it hard to know what he should be targeting
You challenge him more than anyone else has in his entire career playing hockey
And something about that makes him unable to keep his eyes off of you
Every adjustment you make feels deliberate to him
As if youâre already anticipating the counter before it exists
He rewatches your footage more than necessary
Not because heâs searching for flaws
He knows he will find none
But instead because he wants to understand you
No matter how hard he tries not to draw the comparison he can't help but see himself in you
Itâs unsettling how much admiration he finds himself holding in honor of your name
He starts thinking about you even when youâre not on the ice
Ilya never used to daydream, he didn't think it was possible for him
But now he finds it hard to focus on things like practice when he could be imagining you instead
It would start innocent enough
You on your skates, geared up with a smirk as if you know you're about to make this game hard for him
But slowly his thoughts would devolve
The image of you pressed tight underneath him, gripping his hotel sheets
Your eyes teary as he manhandles you all the while cooing the sweetest words into your ears
Luckily for him all his gear makes it less noticeable when there's a tent forming in his pants
Ilya does not wait long before pursuing you
He can't help it
You become all he can think of day in and day out
The thought of staying this far away for even just a moment longer makes his whole body tense
Uncertainty is inefficient
Distance even more so
So he closes it
Ilya doesnât believe in subtlety when the outcome is clear
Heâs already assessed the risk
Already decided the reward outweighs it
He approaches you directly
"Youâre coming with me tomorrowâ
You don't initially know how to act, it's not like you've spoken much before this interaction
âWe train together. See how you move when youâre pushed the way I want you pushed"
He is proud and unbothered by any potential rejection
âI donât care about your excuses. Youâll learn more from me than anyone else. You should want thatâ
Youâre caught off guard by how easily he assumes compliance
Thereâs no buildup, no careful easing into familiarity
Just expectation
Regular training sessions become routine after that
Fixed times
Fixed places
He doesnât ask if they work for you
Training with Ilya is intense, demanding, focused
He pushes you hard
Harder than anyone else has
And watches closely to see how you respond
He starts acting like access to you is a given
Like itâs already been negotiated and settled
He stands closer
Touches linger a second longer than necessary
A hand at your elbow to guide you
A steady presence at your back
All actions he imagines going farther with
He starts referring to your schedule as if itâs shared
Mentions your next session like itâs an appointment neither of you could possibly miss
Issue comes when you do decide to put something else first
The text you sent bailing on him became forever embedded on his phone as he chucked it towards the hard floor beneath him
He seethed
He makes it easier to choose him than anything else
Training with him yields results
Improvement comes faster, Wins follow
So why could something else be more important
The next time you meet, Rozanov seems unchanged
Heâs there when he said he would be
Waiting at the rink like nothing was wrong
Calm
Collected
If anything, heâs almost pleasant
But the moment you step onto the ice, you feel it, things shifted
Warm up stretches longer than usual and drills are repeated without explanation
Again
And again
And again
All the while his degrading words are thrown your way without any consideration
"This isnât your standard"
"You're unfocused"
"Why are you acting as if this is your first time on skates?"
He barks remark after remark and doesn't let up even when you do something up to par
He points out every inconsistency
Every hesitation
Every dip in performance
And thatâs what makes it stick
Because the next time something else competes for your attention,
Notes: Genuinely diabolical that I'm the first person on here writing yandere fanfic for Heated Rivalry??? Wdym I actually have to make the stuff I wanna read đ. Anyways this is a little short and lowkey bad but idk I might fix it up some later
Shane's pretty clueless initially about his feelings towards you
He keeps telling himself that he's just curious, it's a normal interest in yet another up and coming player
He's just scoping out the competition
And maybe it started out that way, but that didn't stay true for long
Sure, at first it was small, keeping track of your stats, maybe catching a game or two of yours if he was free
But somewhere along the line it morphed into something less excusable
He'd catch himself stuck on things that had little effect on the actual game
Your warmup routine, your remarks during interviews, just the way you looked when you were out there completely focused on the ice
And this was all before he'd ever have to actually face you
The first time youâre on the ice together, it throws him completely off balance
Not enough to cost him the game, but enough that he notices
He plays harder than usual
Sharper. Meaner.
Like heâs trying to remind himself who he is
He tells himself that what he's feeling, this tension, is just standard rivalry. That itâs normal to feel keyed up when someone finally lives up to the hype
But rivalry isnât supposed to feel like this
Like every glance you throw his way means something
And he couldn't help but notice you hadn't performed anywhere near as well as when you went up against him
Were you trying to impress him? Get under his skin?
After that, he starts counting down to games against you
He acts as if itâs about strategy
Pretends itâs not anticipation
He replays moments he shouldnât care about in his head on loop
Your smirk after a clean play, the way you didnât back down when you came head to head, the way you said his name in the post game press conference
He can't help but get closer, inserting himself into your sphere as naturally as he can
Advice here, a favor there
Nothing forced and nothing obvious
Just enough for you to start expecting him
Shane starts to crave feeling needed by you, like something about him is necessary to you and your success
The very moment he feels like he's not integral to you he feels this wrench in his gut
He gets quieter when you talk about other people
More watchful
Observant
He starts cataloging names without meaning to
Teammates. Friends. Anyone you mention more than once
Lets you fill the space, lets you reveal things you donât realize youâre giving away
Shane begins to anticipate your needs before you voice them
Extra water. A quiet place to cool off. A word of reassurance at the right moment
Each time you accept it without question, something settles in his chest. Like this is how itâs supposed to be
He doesnât like how easily your attention drifts when heâs not actively holding it
Doesnât like how much effort it suddenly takes to get it back
He tells himself that if heâs consistent enough, reliable enough, youâll realize you donât need anyone else
Games where you donât cross paths leave him restless
Like something important was missed
When you do play against each other, he measures himself by your reactions more than the scoreboard
Praise from you matters more than it should
And your criticism stings deeper than any blow he's been dealt
Overall he notices his mood becomes completely dependent on you
A prompt reply to his text, a nod in recognition of a good play, he'll be over the moon
If he notices you're off, more distant than usual he comes crashing back down
Suddenly he seemingly can't wait until your next match, commercial, or any other public appearance to see you
He begins mentioning you publicly, offhandedly in interviews, complimenting impressive plays when someone asks his opinion
Commentators start joking about it
How he âlights upâ when your name comes up
How he seems unusually invested in your progress in comparison to others he's faced off against
Shane laughs it off easily
Says he respects talent when he sees it
Says itâs just good hockey sense
But then it keeps happening
He defends you a little too quickly in press conferences.
Corrects reporters. Reframes criticism before you even get the chance
He doesnât raise his voice
Doesnât get emotional
Fans begin to notice patterns
Clips get stitched together. Glances held a beat too long. His attention snapping to you instinctively, every time
Someone jokes that he plays better when youâre watching
Someone else points out that he plays worse when youâre not
Rumors start floating around about the two of you, small whispers in comparison to most things floating around but still something he catches wind of
He can't help the feeling in his chest
The pride swelling at people thinking you were his
But soon the rumors are gone, something else sweeping the news
Your spotted with some gorgeous woman and it has the public guessing
He knows it isn't true
Something in his heart tells him it can't be, you wouldn't do something like that to him
But he can't help the anxiety build and build and build as you seemingly refuse to address the situation
He doesn't even realize he's at his boiling point until he finds you alone
And he can't help himself
He's different from his usual self, you can tell that immediately, but your not sure why
He looks like he's fuming as he storms up to you and for a split second you think he's about to pull back and launch his fist at you
But that's not what happens at all
The cool, calm, and collected Shane Hollander grabs you by the collar and smashes his lips into yours
His kid is bruising and possessive and filled with longing
You have no time to question anything before he quickly pulls back, eyes dark and blown
Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Murder, etc.
Notes: It's Billy's turn :). Not very well edited :(
Billy is and always will be a little quirky with that angsty guy persona he has going on. All of his feelings for you are strong, but he isnât one to outright profess and/or display them, especially not early on. It doesnât help that you're both guys. He doesnât enjoy the unwanted attention
On the other hand, if were showy about any feelings you harbor towards him, he wouldnât mind it. It might not seem like it from his outward appearance, but he feels all warm inside when you initiate contact with him/say something in the realm of sappiness. He thinks he is able to hide it well, acting all stoic-like, but his slight change in demeanor to being a bit shy and the gentle blush across his cheeks definitely give it away
Despite it not being his thing, he still has his own ways of being clingy. Heâll reach out a lot; text, AOL, and call if he hasnât heard from you. You might even be passed a note during class on the off chance heâs not seated close by.
Heâll also want you to share clothes. Youâre closets will practically be swapped once you get together. Itâs the closest thing to PDA that the two of you could actively partake in. Itâs just an added bonus that he gets to smell you all day.
Billyâs affection tends to hint towards his desires. Heâs not usually all over you, so the change is noticeable. A sudden uptick in cuddling or kissing and you can bet heâs trying to get your pants
Billy's a closeted gay guy in the 1990's of course he wants to be the top. You topping him wouldn't even be apart of the equation as far as he is concerned. Sure he might like men, but taking it up the ass? That's a whole other level of gay to him. Sure, he's thought of it. Maybe even gotten off to imagining it before... But it would be cold day in hell before he would feel vulnerable enough for something like that.
Once he had realized that he had feelings for you he would alter the Ghostface plans. Sure he was attracted to you since he met you. Who wouldn't with your looks? But genuine feelings like this were rare for him. He found that he could make an exception in his meticulous scheme for you.
A large part of Billy's manipulation game with Stu has to do with the power he holds over him. Knowing how well that has worked out for him so far, he would likely do the same with you. Instead of being an outsider on the whole ordeal Billy would make sure you were included in the killings. Maybe not as a third Ghostface but there were plenty of ways for you to help out.
There is no way you could leave him as a new accomplice to his serial murders. It's either Billy or prison as far as you're concerned.
At the main event Billy would make sure you'd be included. And, well, Sidney would get pretty suspicious if she was the only one being hunted and chased, so of course you would need to use some of your acting skills. But there is no need to worry, Billy would make things easier for you. There's no need to pretend to be hurt if you actually are!
Billy would hunt you down himself, making sure to get you somewhere all alone in that party and catch you off guard. Things would be a lot harder if you had known this part of the plan going in, so he and Stu would keep it to themselves.
He would make sure not to hit anything important, you wouldn't be dying on him that easily, but he would definitely be leaving a mark or two. He would pin you to the wall and explain everything he is about to do to you. Coyly whispering something under his mask about how this was just to make things believable for Sidney and the cops, nothing else. But the bulge shoved up against your thigh told a different story.
He'd stab into you as shallow as he could will himself. Finding it hard not to get too ahead of himself. But your cries and blood would most likely get to him. He'd slice a few streaks down your abdomen and try his best not to grind down onto you as he watched the blood hurry to fill in the gap your skin once filled.
Luckily for you he has other things to do. After enough time he'd be forced to leave you. Your blood coating him as he made himself focus on the plan.
Being slumped over in one of the house's backrooms is a great spot for you anyhow. You'd be out of his way, unable to stop anything going down, and once the cops got there you'd be cleared of suspicion, a win-win in Billy's eyes
But now that he's got a sneak peak at you all vulnerable like that, it's not like he can just forget about it. He'd definitely need to play with you more after this would thing was done and over with.
Inho and Gihun are alone during the 'X' versus 'O' bloodbath when a secret gets revealed
Pairing:Â yan!Hwang Inho/Front Man/001 x Seong Gihun/456
Warnings:Â Yandere themes, Sexual Situation, Dub-con/Non-con, Smut, Trapped, Voyeurism, Degradation Kink, Hematolagnia, Ballbusting, Violence, Blood/Gore, Cum Eating,
Word count: 2.6k
Notes: Cross posted to ao3. Squid game 2 was so good? Like I honestly enjoyed it more than the first season (I don't know if that's a hot take or anything). It's been consuming a lot of my time and thoughts lately, so I guess this is just the natural next step, lol. I might make more one-shots based off of other ships I enjoy (Minsu/125 x Thanos/230, Hyunju x Youngmi/095, The Salesman x Gihun/456, etc.), but we will see.
The fluorescent lights flickered overhead, casting strange shadows across the dormitory floor. Inho pressed himself further beneath the metal bed frame, his breath catching in his throat as another shout pierced the air. Beside him, close enough that their shoulders touched, Gihun trembled.
Just as they had spoken about earlier, the riot had erupted without warning. One moment, the players had been settling in for another restless night, the next, someone had snuck over from the 'O' side of the room, and the carefully maintained order had shattered like glass. Now the quarters echoed with screams, crying, and the sound of bodies hitting the floor.
Inho could have stopped it. As the Front Man, he commanded an army of masked guards who could restore order with a single command. But that would mean revealing his identity, and he wasn't ready to give up this chance; this precious proximity to the man who had once again consumed his thoughts since the moment he'd re-entered the games.
"We should run," Gihun whispered, his voice barely audible above the chaos. "While they're distracted." He seemed a lot more shaken up than he had been when discussing the plan previously. Just looking at him revealed his doubts about being nothing more than a sitting duck.
Inho's hand shot out, gripping Gihun's wrist. "No." The word came out harder than he'd intended, and he felt Gihun stiffen beside him. "It's safer here. Trust me. Let's just stick to the plan."
A woman's body crashed to the ground next their hiding spot, her head making contact with the ground before the rest of her, a puddle of her own blood slowly blanketing the floor beneath her. Gihun instinctively pressed closer to Inho, eyes unable to detach from the sight before him. He was uncontrollably shaking.
The surprise contact sent electricity through Inho's body, and he found himself turning his head, studying Gihun's profile in the dim light. Even terrified, even with sweat beading on his forehead and his eyes bloodshot and wide with fear, Gihun was beautiful.
The thought had haunted Inho for years. He'd watched Gihun through the cameras during his first game, had seen his humanity shine through even in the darkest moments. It was frustrating, finding himself subconsciously sympathize and even root for a player after all this time. He was clearly special. That's why when Gihun had requested he return to the games, Inho had been unable to resist joining as a player. He needed to be close to him once again, needed to feel that one last ache of humanity in himself.
Gihun forced his eyes to peel away from the bloody sight before him. "Why are you looking at me like that?" Gihun's whisper cut through Inho's thoughts.
Instead of answering, Inho reached out, his fingers brushing against Gihun's cheek. He felt the other man's breath hitch, saw the confusion in his eyes replaced by something else; something that looked like recognition, then fear.
"Player 456," Inho murmured, using Gihun's number like a caress. "You really don't remember me, do you?" Inho couldn't comprehend it. There was no way he'd ever forget Gihun. Even if all he knew of him was his voice, he'd never be able to get the sound of it out of his head.
Before Gihun could respond, Inho closed the distance between them. His lips found Gihun's in the darkness, desperate and hungry, years of yearning and unresolved confusion and conflict poured into a single moment. The lights flickering continued, highlighting Gihun's shocked expression. For a fraction of a second, he felt him freeze against his touch, then start to respond. His lips moved against his, maybe instinctively, but the moment stopped as quickly as it started. Gihun jerked away, hitting his head on the bed frame above them. He couldn't even manage to react to the pain. "You. You're the-- the Front Man," he stuttered out, the words part accusation, part question.
Inho's silence was answer enough. Above them, the riot continued, but the space between them had become its own battlefield, charged with unspoken words and dangerous revelations. Gihun shuffled as best as he could to promote some distance between the two of them in the cramped opening. Inho ached at the loss of his warmth, leaning closer to where his body just was to no avail.
"All this time," Gihun said, his voice shaking with anger now rather than fear, blood from the blow to his skull starting to trickle down his forehead, "You've been--"
"Watching you," Inho finished. "Always watching you." Inho's words were laced with something that Gihun couldn't understand.
A crash from across the room made them both jump. Inho reached for Gihun again, but this time, Gihun was ready. He rolled away, scrambling to get out from under the bed despite Inho's attempt to grab him. "I can't believe I ever trusted you. I should have known. I can't believe I didn't know--" Gihun's distraught rambling was cut off by a man running past.
"I think I hear him. I heard 456!"
Gihun's blood ran cold as he froze in place. Inho took the opportunity to grab ahold of him once again, pulling him closer to his body and further from any form of exit. Gihun began to squirm and attempt to flee but Inho held onto his arm with a harsh grip. "Let go--"
Inho's hand instantly went to shut Gihun up. Smothering any of his pleas for release as he moved to situate himself on top of the man. Now straddling his torso, Inho leaned down to whisper into his ear. "You're a wanted man, dead more than alive it seems. Wouldn't want to draw anyone's attention now, hmm?" Gihun frantically shook his head as the reality of the situation was fully dawning on him. He was either at the disposal of a bloodthirsty crowd of players hellbent on killing him off, or the very man he has been trying to track down for three years.
Inho licked a stripe across the blood tainting Gihun's skin and let out a low groan. "I knew you would taste good". Gihun attempted to squirm, bite, kick, anything he could to get out of this hold. "Quit fighting, player 456." Inho's applied a crushing amount of pressure onto his closed jaw, stilling the man underneath him with a pained moan. "I know you like to pretend you're tough, but we both know that's mostly a façade". His grip was released as fast as it was there to begin with, his hand now trailing alongside Gihun's jawline. "You might pretend to be the hero, but deep down you're just like the rest of them. A slave to your own self preservation". His comment was met with saliva being spit against his cheek.
"Like I'm gonna listen to someone like you talk down to me." Gihun grabbed ahold of Inho's collar and pulled him closer. "You think you're above all of this, but you're not. You're worse. You're just some scum that rids the Earth, getting off on watching others suffer". Inho couldn't help but feel himself twitch to life at the degrading act and words, especially at such close proximity. His hardening cock formed a tent in his uniform and pressed firmly into Gihun's abdomen. It took him a couple seconds to process the cause behind the pressure, but once he did he immediately shoved Inho away, staring at him in disbelief with wide eyes. "What the hell?"
A group of men suddenly appeared near the bed. "See! I told you I heard him. He's gotta be somewhere around here." Gihun froze at the sight of their feet beside his head, their canvas shoes coated in blood. Inho regained his position atop of Gihun, taking advantage of his pause. He tried his best to resist, but Inho held him down.
"Shh now," Gihun froze, eyes stuck to the clouded gaze of Inho. "I can help you Gihun. We can both get what we want. But you'll have to be obedient and play along." Inho pressed his erection down onto 456. Gihun, using the little bit of leverage he had in his position, struck his fist against Inho's cock. Inho groaned, head falling down into the crook of his neck at the pain. Gihun's smile of accomplishment dropped as a chuckle escaped Inho's lips. It started low but gradually grew in volume until Gihun began to worry he might alert the men. He reached up to mimic Inho's earlier actions of silencing him, but his wrist was caught in the process. "Now why did you do that?" He tightened his grip, eyes squinting as they burrowed into Gihun's. "Do you know how easily I could yell out right now? Let them all know exactly where you are. Watch as you get torn apart by the filth." Gihun choked down at the threat. None of this was part of the plan. Inho let go of his arm before sending a sickly sweet smile his way. "But you wont make me do that will you?"
After a pause Gihun hesitantly shakes his head once again, too nervous about being heard to verbally reply. "Good boy." Inho's hand slowly made its way toward the waistband of his pants. "Just stay still okay? I'll do all the work." His fingers slipped their way past his white underwear and encaged Gihun's flaccid shaft. He couldn't help but jolt underneath Inho, the feeling so unfamiliar after all these years.
âYoungil,â Gihun whispered out, pleading as he resisted against his torso. Slow, rough movements manhandled his most sensitive parts. Inho felt a pang of annoyance at the name. If this was going to work heâd need to hear him call out his real name. He tutted, slowing his hand.
âInho,â He whispered back âItâs Inhoâ
"I-Inho?" Gihun choked on his words, the shock and pleasure getting to him.
"Yes, just like that. Call out my name however much you'd like..." Inho's words drawled out as he slid his thumb overtop of Gihun's slit. The action made him buck up instantly. "Looks like someone's enjoying himself" Inho chuckled.
"No." Gihun's voice was weak, trying to look anywhere but those dark eyes that held him captive. He bit his lip, eyes tearing up as he felt waves of pleasure wash over him. Inho's hands were all over him, tugging, rubbing, worshipping. It was too much. Despite everything, he was painfully hard at this point, dripping onto Inho's calloused fingers.
"So wet. So beautiful..." Inho leaned down and nudged his nose against Gihun's neck, inhaling his scent as he worked. Quiet whimpers left Gihun's lips without his permission, his face flushed as he realized how undone he was becoming. Inho's tongue swiped out across his neck, savoring the salty taste. His lips soon followed, hungerly consuming him. His flavor was unimaginable. He couldn't contain himself, allowing his canines to press down into the soft, reddened flesh. Gihun let out a guttural moan, leaving Inho's pants wet with a gush of precum. His hips began to move on their own, humping down into Gihun's stomach. "Wanna be inside you." Inho muttered into his bruising neck. "Need to".
Tears ran down Gihun's cheeks as the pleasure just kept building. The lewdness was too much, he couldn't take it. "No please. I've never..." He couldn't bring himself to continue, it was all just too embarrassing. Inho's grip became tighter around his cock, his strokes forceful and long. Gihun choked on the air escaping his lungs, his back arching at the painful pleasure.
"I'll take it slow. Treat you like the good little dog you are," Inho growled, his thrusts loosing their rhythm.
"You can't, please." Gihun begged, legs clenching at the thought of such an intrusion. Inho's strokes sped up on his cock, pulling more and more out of him as his stomach began to heat up. Gihun's eyes widened as he realized what was about to happen. "Wait, slow," His voice cracked "Slow down please". Inho smiled down at Gihun, watching as his face contorted in a mix of fear and utmost pleasure. "Inho," He called out. His hips uncontrollably came up to meet his assailant's hand, bucking and stuttering. "Inho please," He began to sob, his cock pulsating between the strong digits working him, leaking pitifully all over his briefs. "You can't. I'm about to--" Inho cut off his insistent whispering with a complete change of pace, the stroke became shorter and faster, his thumb pressing down onto his tip.
"Go ahead, come for me Gihun". He tried to resist, shoving his hands against the man on top of him, but his body fought back, jutting up with fervor. Black burned through his vision as a flash of hot pleasure tore through him. Cum spurted out of his head in ropes, spilling all over Inho's hand and his own pants. It's like he lost control of his body, everything going completely limp after Inho's hand retracted from his underwear.
Inho's painful bulge twitched impossibly more upward as he licked his finger clean, tasting as much as he could of what Gihun had given him. "You're so delicious" He moaned, eyes rolling back into his head. "Such a good boy". Gihun tried catching his breath, starting to come back down from the earth shattering high, barely processing the words or actions happening in front of him. Things only started coming back into focus when he felt his pants being pulled lower. "Stay still for me, okay?" Inho cooed teasingly down at Gihun, who had just regained his sense of fight. He kicked and shoved as hard as he could, managing to push Inho hard enough for him to stumble backwards and lose his balance. He fell off of him, Gihun feeling like he could finally breathe again.
Inho couldn't recover from the fall in time, the flickering lights began to steady before turning on completely. All of a sudden shots rung out, silencing the fighting crowd. The guards, they were finally back to stop anyone else from being killed, and subsequently to stop this nightmare. Inho tried regaining his grip on Gihun, but a swift kick to his leg left him withering in pain. Gihun began to scramble, pulling up his pants as much as he could before sliding underneath the bars of the bed. Just as his top half emerged, he was yanked from behind, his ankle in the grip of Inho's hand. "Gihun, get back here. I'm not done with you yet."
Gihun's fight or flight instincts were kicking in as the fear of being stuck there any longer struck him. He looked back at Inho who greeted him with a deathly look, face firm and eyes that could kill. He couldn't stay here with him. He had to get out. Without a second thought, Gihun's foot made contact with Inho's crotch. The immediate release of his leg allowed Gihun to finish wiggling his way out of the small compartment. Behind him he could hear Inho's groans, but he didn't turn to look. Instead, heart beating harder than ever before, he ran to the rest of the crowd, leaving Inho on his own.
Inho chuckled weakly watching Gihun's figure escape. "You never fail to impress me my love." His pants were now covered in his own cum, having almost instantaneously ejaculated at the harsh treatment by the hands of Gihun. Inho made no move to get up, he simply laid on the floor and stared up at the bottom of the mattress above him.
Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Murder, etc.
Notes: I realize I havenât been active, like at all, but I am in college so it is what it is :p. BUT I am back with some Scream (specifically Stu Macher) content. They are extremely lacking in the yandere au department which is crazy to me, but especially when it comes to any sort of male reader. Like come on, they are literally so gay, but whatever. Anyways, hope none of you missed me too much, enjoy
He is SUPER touchy-feely (even before you two are in a relationship). In a perfect world he would always be holding onto you in someway or another. In particular his favorite forms of affection are resting his hand on your thigh and laying his head on your shoulder while either sitting next to you or giving you a hug from behind. It has absolutely never occurred to him that you might value your personal space
He loves spending all of his time with you. No matter what it is he wants you by his side. Movie marathons, parties you werenât invited to, shopping, etc. are all so much more enjoyable when heâs in your presence. Heâs got some tactics to get you to come with when you arenât as willing (mainly begging until you give in), so you donât typically get much time by yourself.
Any alone time you get will be intermittently interrupted by constant calls of âI miss youâs, âI canât stop thinking of youâs, âwhat are you doing right nowâs, and âI wish you were hereâs. It doesnât really matter what youâre doing or how important, heâs a very persistent guy
Despite how possessive he is (and he is very possessive), heâs also very cocky and full of himself. He wants everyone to know just how big he scored with you. Heâd usually not one to think his partners are out of his league, again he has a big ego, but that is completely different with you. Heâll tell about just everyone heâs talking to about you and, despite hating when others look your way for too long, will introduce you to pretty much everyone he knows. Youâll be completely ingrained within his social circle
He loves teasing. Itâs practically one of his love languages. Any time you object to one of his odd habits heâll just assume youâre doing the same back to him. Heâs kind of delusional in the way that he will never believe that the two of you are not always on the same page
Heâll fully believe you are dating before youâre actually together. Once he found you he knew you were the one, so it just never crosses his mind you could feel differently. If he was dating anyone at the time that would immediately be over, no explanation given to the other party. In all likelihood the relationship would only ever become official if you asked him. That doesnât mean much to him though. Heâll still have your aniversary date memorized; when the two of you first spoke for the first time, and expects you to as well. Heâll pull out all the stops (flowers, expensive jewelry with engravings, dinner, etc.). You donât have to get him anything, not that even a basic store bought card wouldnât make him absolutely giddy, he just wants to bask in your presence. Despite it being both of your day, heâll use it to celebrate you almost exclusively. Anything you want you can have. And the night isnât over until heâs thoroughly praised your body head to toe
Never once will he feel embarrassed or ashamed of his feelings for you. It doesnât matter to him if society isnât too kind towards two men, you both are much above them in his mind anyways. Itâs not like it really matters either way, heâs so well off that people are still willing to stick around either because they actually like him or the fact that he comes with a lot of benefits like great parties full of alcohol
Even if he isnât feeling jealous, hickies are a must with him. Heâll completely cover you in them, lovingly and absentmindedly tracing them with his fingers as he listens to you speak. He loves knowing that there is a physical thing linking you to him no matter how far apart you are. This isnât one sided either, he wants the same treatment back. If anything, he kind of enjoys that a bit more, but he would never admit it. Your attention and actions being completely focused on him just makes him buzz in excitement. His favorite spot to receive them is on his neck so he gets the best results socially, but the spots hidden away are just as fun. If they arenât your thing heâll try and wager with you to give in. You want to go somewhere by yourself for the first time in a month? Okay, fine, but only if you really go in on his jugular
Heâs very talkative. Not that thatâs a suprise or anything, but he loves to talk with or even at you. Heâs vocal in all aspects of your relationship including in bed. Dirty talk is his thing. Heâll whisper dirty talk in your ear when heâs in the mood, doesnât matter if youâre in public. And when the two of you are going at it heâll switch between praising, degrading, and claiming you as his.
He doesnât care what role you like, top or bottom, heâs up for it. He just wants to be with you in every possible way and if you feel more pleasure giving or receiving he is onboard. And he isnât secretive about it. Heâll tell anyone who will listen about how he rocked your world or you rocked his last night. Mainly itâs Billy whoâs subject to this, but only because heâll actually sit through the whole conversation
Speaking of Billy, heâs about the only person he wont feel jealous with you hanging around. He was the closest person in his life before you came along, and even though you are now his whole world, the connection with Billy is still there. This is especially evident considering that he is still planning to go along with the whole Ghostface plan
He would keep you out of the loop whether or not you are truly aware of his true nature. He gets a kick out of the surprise aspect of the whole thing and would probably even convince Billy into letting him mess with you a little. He wouldnât take it too far, but calls and a couple encounters while he is in costume would definitely happen. He wouldnât want to end up loosing you, so it wouldnât go too far, but it would be a lie saying watching you cower while covered in blood wasnât a sight he had gotten off to before
He loves killing. The thrill of the hunt excites him to no end. If someone were to do anything like get too close to you he would definitely take things into his own hands. A few unplanned killings would make their way into one of Ghostfaceâs series of victims on behalf of Stu (Billy was not too happy about that, but whatâs done is done) Once you found out he was behind the mask this would only happen more frequently as he has no reason to be as secretive about it
He might have some dark thoughts about hurting you on occasion, but he most likely would never act them out, finding more enjoyment in scaring you than actually inflicting any pain. Plus, if you get injured youâre out of commission for some time and he wouldnât take the risk of not being able to hold you. During the spree killings Stu would say things to purposefully scare you, getting the added bonus of being able to comfort you afterwards if you became shaken up about it
Billy was annoyed when he was told that they would have to work the plan around you making it to the end and escaping cuffs with them, but it all worked out. He realized it made things more realistic anyhow, with three people making it out alive and all corroborating the same story to police. Billy and Stu would make sure you stuck to your scripted recount of events
If things did go awry then he would just flee with you both, itâs not like he needed much else. And heâll make sure you know that too. So if you want to keep some semblance of your normal life you might as well try and keep their secret hidden
Warnings: Alluding towards torture, Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors,
Notes: Hannibal's done! A fic idea I had shortened down into whatever this is lol
Hannibal sure loved his dinner parties
Needless to say the community did too
To satiate the numerous requests for more he'd decided it was time to out-do himself yet again
A gathering to celebrate summer solstice would do
He'd spend a considerable amount of time in preparation
Handwritten invitations
A completely unique menu
And last but certainly not least, the gathering of ingredients
As he finished off the last of the swine he could already see his vision coming together
'The day of' quickly approached
Hours he spent slaving away in the kitchen
Finally he'd be able to enjoy himself and entertain his guests
He'd meticulously picked out his visitors for this event
You were very much not among those he'd selected
His eyes trained against your figure
A simple glance and nothing would have been amiss
But Hannibal was not the average onlooker
One by one he picked up on curiosities about you
Your darting eyes scoping out the place
Your suit, new but definitely not costly enough to fit in with the rest of the crowd
And one last thing, that fancy watch of yours
Hannibal excused himself from the clique who had entrapped him with their formalities
A few quick greetings here and there and he was by your side
"Forgive me, but I cannot seem to remember your name. All the party planning must be clouding my memory."
You were quite surprised at the host's appearance
Its not like you were in a group of people
On the contrary, you were alone, on the outskirts of the room
"No need to ask forgiveness. This is actually our first time meeting. Y/n-- Monroe's plus one. It's nice to meet you."
Hannibal gracefully accepted your handshake
He didn't feel the need to mention that he'd already encountered Monroe and his companion that night
That would ruin the fun
He'd strike up a conversation, all the basics (weather, occupation, etc.)
It was safe to say Hannibal didn't believe the accountant lie
He felt your callouses earlier, those were hands of labor
But, yet again, that was something he kept to himself for the time being
By the time you started looking a little antsy someone was calling for Hannibal
"Hostly duties. I hope to catch you again before the party's over Mr. L/n. Do try some of the horderves, I hear the chef's fantastic."
As soon as you escaped the interaction you were back at it
Scanning the various rooms for anything light enough that was worth taking
Elite parties like this were like taking candy from a baby
It's not like these millionaires would notice a few pieces of jewelry missing anyways
Especially not while they were off getting drunk with their friends
Hey, even if they did
You'd soon be gone without a trace
Or at least you thought so
While everyone else was mingling downstairs you'd managed to worm your way into the master bedroom
Luckily you'd brought a pretty bulky satchel with you
Everything and anything that looked valuable was slipped inside the bag
While questioning whether or not the gold candle holders were worth the space they'd take up you heard something
Footsteps
The function was still thriving downstairs (as evident from all the chatter and music)
Perhaps a random partygoer felt the urge to explorex
You weren't too worried about it before they started sounding closer
And closer
It was evident they were heading your way
It was too late to hide
They were practically already here
You quickly clasped your satchel together again before the man fully stood before you
"Well look at what we have here."
"Hannibal! You're just the man I had wanted to see. I have completely gotten lost. Where's your bathroom?"
Your sheepish smile did nothing to convince the man in front of you
Instead he'd locked the door behind him
"If you're trying to be secretive about your motives, maybe you should be careful about wearing your spoils before you've fully left the scene of the crime."
Hannibal points at the watch on your wrist
You might have been wearing it but it was definitely his
You tried to rectify your actions
You clearly had never been caught before
All of the goods were thrown onto the ground
You backed away, begging him to forgive you for you actions
"You know, I really hate the rude. I don't know what more ill-mannered than stealing."
Hannibal approached slowly, rolling up his sleeves
You tried backing away but couldn't get too far
"I'm sorry-- I'm so so sorry!"
"No you aren't. But you will be."
Just like that you were out
It took a second for you to realize you were awake again, your vision obscured by some sort of cloth
Hannibal would eventually reveal your surroundings
You were in his basement, a sight not many were privy to
It probably had something to do with the meats hanging down there
You had to fight the bile that rose up your throat
Hannibal grabbed you by the chin, forcing you to look at him
"We're gonna shape you into a good boy. No matter how long it takes."
He wheeled a cart over to you, the tools a little too fuzzy for you to make out with how bad your head hurt
"Don't look so scared. A little cooperation and maybe this won't hurt so bad Mylimasis."
Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Brief mention of rape/rapist, Dubious consent (mention of sex while under the influence), etc.
Notes: I am trying to be active again (fingers crossed). Little posts like this are a really easy way for me to get the creative juices flowing. Don't be surprised if a few more come out after this one lol.
You were a recent survivor of an attack
No, it wasn't the Chesapeake Ripper
It was just some other wannabe serial killer trying to get his rocks off
He had a dumb, stereotypical name too
The midnight slasher? midnight butcher?
Something like that
The media wasn't very creative with it
Whatever his name was, he'd clearly had a type
Young men
All of a similar stature
With the same hair and eye color
All known to be up at all hours of the day
It was a pretty open and shut case in Will's eyes
He was a plain and simple lust killer
Most likely white and in his 30s-40s
Classic closet case turned homicidal
He hadn't seen why the FBI was so stumped on the whole thing
The only real trouble was the lack of DNA evidence
He'd been real good at cleaning up after himself
Will knew he'd slip up eventually
This wasn't the type of guy to be so well organized for long
Well--
Does being murdered by your most recent victim count as a slip up?
Because that's exactly what happened
He was called to the scene with the rest of the team
The sight of you trembling, covered in blood, and standing over top of that creep was his first impression
You met his eyes and he was unable to pull away
Something about your tear blotched face held him captive
Jack tasked him with asking you questions about the events at hand
Normally this would have annoyed Will
He wasn't the talking type
Let alone someone sensitive enough to make such a traumatized person feel comfortable
But something in him didn't mind so much
Maybe it was the way you looked so vulnerable
Or the fact that no matter how much he pushed the idea away, he saw himself in you
An innocent man turned murderer under the right circumstances
"I'm Will Graham and I'll be asking you some questions."
"God, okay. I'm Y/n. Can't really say it's nice to meet you."
Will tried to start off slow
Ask the basics before moving onto the more pertinent information
You'd answer to the best of your abilities (considering the circumstances)
It took Will a second to jot down your responses
He'd get a little too caught up in your features to notice you'd stop talking
"Sorry, what was that? You got off work at 9?"
There was something admirable about your attempts to infuse your story with a bit of dry humor
Likely a coping mechanism
But Will found himself smiling a bit at your quips
By the time he'd finish up with you he'd felt a little attachment form
Sure the case was over on his end
But it didn't stop him from asking Jack about you
At least a couple times a week
"How's things going with that self defense case? Y/n's...?"
Will showed up the next day with your case fill on his desk
The sticky note stuck to it warned about annoying Jack with too many questions
He'd spend all night re-reading the details
Without noticing he began slipping in and out of re-enactment mode
Imagining you on top of him
Knife in hand
Crazed look in your eyes
He tried to shake the image away
He shouldn't be doing this
It wasn't right
You could've died that night
His guilt ridden thoughts did nothing to lessen the tent that had formed in his pajama pants
He tried to push the idea of you out of his head
Usually he'd have more control over himself than this
His resolve was strong at first
He'd hidden the manila folder away in the depths of his lower drawer
Telling himself he'd drop it
That worked for a couple of days
That was before he started dreaming of you
Events that he hadn't preformed himself took ahold of him
He became your attacker that night
He chased you
He ripped apart your clothes
He was the one who you fought off
He's the one who you thrust that knife into
And he loved every second of it
Wait--
No, he couldn't
This was just his empathy disorder
Yeah!
He was just in character
This definitely wasn't him
He would never want to do any of that stuff
And he'd prove it
He had memorized that file from front to back at this point
It wouldn't be weird that he'd known your address
He was an FBI consultant
It was basically warranted
Will found himself picking out his best clothes that night
His newest jeans, tailored shirt, the works
Not for any particular reason
And his bed was definitely not littered with rejected articles of clothing
This was just going to be a simple checkup, it's not like it really mattered what he looked like
He showed up on your doorstep with the nicest bottle of wine he could find
"Will? Is that you?"
"Uh, yeah it is. Would I be able to come in?"
You welcomed him in, albeit a little confused
"I thought my case was cleared..."
"That's not what I'm here for. I just wanted to check in on you."
You smiled at this
And Will felt his heart ache
You'd invite him to join in on your sorry excuse for a dinner
He'd never accepted anything so fast before in his life
It didn't take long before the two of you got into the wine he'd brought
It was innocent enough at first
Just drinking and talking
You'd mention how life was after the attack
Will shared a little about his experience with GJH
Its the first time he had ever felt so utterly connected with another person before
But then the two of you got a little more than tipsy
And Will found himself leaning in
One kiss turned into another and another
Will felt a sense of static overtake him
Every touch between the two of you sent shivers up his spine
He felt the strong urge to consume
Before either of you knew it your clothes were now in a heap on the kitchen floor
You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache
Oh-- and an FBI agent in your bed
Shock was an understatement
That was when the memories of the previous night flooded back
Will woke up at the loss of warmth
Last night was the best he had slept in years
You wrapped tight in his arms, bodies perfectly intertwined
His heart sank at the look of regret on your face
"We definitely shouldn't have done that. I think you should leave Will..."
He couldn't just leave now
Not knowing what he did
That you two were made for one another
He'd try to calm you down
"Y/n let's talk about this."
You weren't having it
Mentioning how inappropriate this all was
You'd shove his clothes into his arms
Will tried to console you
Not realizing why you were so worked up
You both did just have the best night of your life after all
You'd back away but he'd continue approaching
"C'mon I know you don't really want me to go. Let's just take a second before we make any rash decisions"
"We aren't doing anything. I want you to go. Now."
Something about him coming over while you were still recovering from your distress and it all leading to this...
It just didn't feel right
Will tried to approach once more but you pushed him away
He couldn't help the smile that made its way onto his face
"Push me. Go on, make it hurt."
You were absolutely bewildered
He reached out and grabbed ahold of you
His grip was almost crushing
Like he was holding on for dear life
"I won't leave you alone that easily. Fate brought us together for a reason. You feel it too right? We're one in the same. We're each other's destiny."
Stu convinces his darling that it isnât gay to masturbate together.
Pairing: yan!Stu Macher x male!Reader
Warnings: Yandere themes, Sexual Situation, Dub-con/Non-con, Masturbation, Hand Jobs, Frotteurism, Overstimulation, Ownership Kink, etc.Â
Word count: 3.5k
Notes: Donât be surprised if a series comes out with Stu and Billy. I honestly canât get enough of these guys.
Stu tapped your shoulder, excitement was evident in the expression on his face. âListen, man, Iâve got an idea!â He scooted closer to you, now hogging the cushion further. âLetâs watch something.â His eyebrows wiggled as he grinned ear to ear.
âWhat are you talking about?â You eyed him questionably.
âIâll be back,â He abruptly stood, ready to pounce out of the room before seemingly remembering something. He turned and pointed right at you âDonât you go nowhere.â The lanky form hurried away into another room. You were able to hear the muffled sound of rummaging coming from the hallway.Â
âAhah!â Stu yelled loud enough for the echo to make its way to you. Quickly he came bumbling back to the couch. He kept his back turned as he began to kneel and fiddle with the VHS player. He tossed the casing carelessly aside, managing to drop it onto the coffee table.
âWhat the hell is this?â Y/n gawked at the sight in front of him, picking up what Stu had previously discarded.
âOh, nothing-â Stu giggled âJust a little something I stole from my Dadâ
âBubble Blondes 3?â Y/n quirked his brow.
âSo, whatcha think?â Stu gestures to the box. âPretty hot huh?â The cover contained a total of three topless girls with bad dye jobs.Â
You couldn't believe what you were seeing. Stu had always been a bit of a troublemaker, but stealing from his own father was new for him. You looked at him, a mix of shock and uneasiness written on your face, but he didn't seem to care.
"Relax, dude. It's just a VHS tape," he said, finally getting the player to work. "And trust me, this is gonna be worth it."
He hit play and the screen flickered to life. At first, all you saw was static. But then, an image began to form.Â
Your eyes widened in disbelief. You had heard of porn before, of course, but you had never actually seen it. And now here you were, watching it with your best friend. The screen flickered a little bit before finally revealing a freeze frame of a cheaply decorated bedroom where three blonde women were already getting intimate with each other. It was clear someone had played this before.
The last thing you wanted to do was watch a cheap porno with your sleazy friend. However, as you opened your mouth to decline his offer, Stu interrupted with a mischievous grin. "Come on, man," he says, nudging your arm with his elbow. "Don't be such a prude. It'll be fun, I promise."Â
You let out a sigh, looking around before continuing âBut, isnât that like... gay?â As soon as the words left your lips a blush rushed to your cheeks.
Stu chuckled, shaking his head. "No, man. It's not gay. It's just porn. It's not like we're doing anything with each other." He paused before adding, "Unless you want to." He joked, patting your shoulder. The attempt at comforting added to your uncomfortableness but you pretended it didnât bother you. Keeping up your composure you rolled your eyes.Â
âGod, youâre so immature...â You knew deep down Stu wouldnât take no for an answer. He was always the one getting you into reckless shit. Reluctantly, you grab the remote and start the movie. The scene began unfolding as the picture was brought to life. The moans and groans coming from the TV made your skin crawl, and you could feel Stu's eyes on you. Itâs like he was waiting for a reaction. You tried to focus on anything else, but as the scenes on the screen grew more and more explicit, you found yourself getting increasingly (and begrudgingly) turned on. You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, trying to hide your growing arousal from Stu. But he noticed anyway, his lips curling into a sly grin.
"You like that, huh?" he teased, gesturing towards the screen. "I knew you would." You blushed once again, feeling embarrassed at all the attention. Despite your discomfort, you couldn't seem to look away. You were transfixed by the screen, completely consumed by the raw, overt sexuality that was unfolding in front of you. The girls on the screen were beautiful, with perky breasts and tight, toned bodies. Their moans were like music to your ears, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment.
The bulge in your pants grew even more, becoming almost painful. Stu seemed to sense your arousal, and he leaned closer to you on the couch. "You know," he whispered, his breath hot on your ear. "You can take it out." You turned to him, wide-eyed.Â
"What do you mean?" you asked, a mix of emotions taking over you. Of course, you wanted to take care of things, but in front of Stu?
"I mean," Stu said, his voice low. "Iâm not gonna look. And itâs just you and me. Billy left an hour ago." Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt a sudden rush of heat between your legs. It was definitely a tempting offer, but the whole thing felt all too intimate.
Looking back up at the screen, one of the girls spread herself for the camera. You felt your cock throb harder, and your hand made its way down to your pants. Stu followed your gaze until his eyes met your hand. "Fuck yeah, man," he whispered. "Get yourself off." He moved back, giving you more room to work.
"No way," you said in a harsh whisper. "I mean...I canât. It's one thing to watch this with you, but jerking off in front of you?"
"C'mon, man," Stu said, his eyes turning back to the TV. "Youâre not going to make me go first are you?" A small, defeated sigh leaves your lips. The sight of the naked girls onscreen didnât help your aching dick any. You shut your eyes in defeat, taking a deep breath before you slid your hand down towards your belt. The buckle slipped off surprisingly easily and your whole body felt hot once you had unbuttoned and zippered the pair of jeans you had on.
You were already hard, so your member sprung out at once. It was red and engorged. You knew exactly what to do, but it was different than ever before. This time, you had an audience.
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The touch of your hand on your stiff member sent shivers down your spine. Looking back over at Stu, he was still focused on the TV, so you felt a little better about jerking off in front of him. Your eyes lingered back on the screen as you began to run your hand up and down your shaft. The moans from the girls filling the air and the image of their tits bouncing was almost too much for you to handle. A wave of pleasure rolled over you and you let out a soft exhale.
The sound caught Stu's attention and he looked back over at you. Your eyes locked, and you could almost see something in his eyes. The darkness of the room ensured that you couldnât quite understand what it was before he quickly adverted his eyes back to the display. You felt yourself blush hard. There was no mistaking that he had seen it. Hopefully, this would all be over soon.
It didnât take long before the sound of another belt being undone broke through the continuous gasps and moans. Stu had finally decided to join in.Â
You looked over at him as he pulled his cock out of his pants. It was half-hard, resting against his stomach. He looked up at you as you started to slow your pace of stroking your own. He shoots you a sly grin. "What?" he asked, watching curiously as you continued to work on yourself albeit a lot less in comparison to before. "Donât tell me youâve really never jacked off with another guy before."
"No," you responded, your voice almost a whisper as you paused to adjust yourself. "I haven't.â
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"Well," he said with a smirk, "better late than never, right?"
You let out a small laugh. "That's one way to put it."
The sight of Stu's hard-on made you acutely aware of the fact that you were jerking off in front of another guy. The moans from the TV in the background and the sound of Stu's hand on his own member just made you harder. The latter of the two surprised you quite a bit. Maybe you were a little bit of a voyeurist...Â
You looked back over at Stu, who was again watching you instead of the VHS tape he had been so excited about. You felt a lump in your throat as you both met each otherâs gaze. You tried to lighten to mood with a joke "So, I guess you like to watch boys then, huh?"
"What do you mean?" Stu asked, his hand stilled. If you werenât mistaken a red hue was now covering his face. But that could just be from being all worked up.
"Nothing," you said, refusing to let yourself continue to be distracted by the conversation. "Just... keep going." Stu shrugged, seemingly turning back to the screen and resuming the activity he had been doing before with all the chillness in the world. You felt a little bad for bringing it up, but the silence was sort of awkward.Â
In no time you were back to stroking yourself at a steady pace, your eyes going back and forth between the screen and Stu who, despite what he had promised earlier, was definitely glancing over at your actions. You didnât say anything, though.Â
The pace of your hand and Stu's were going almost in sync now. The moans coming from the TV were getting louder and more consistent, and the idea that you were going to cum in front of another guy for the first time scared you a little bit. Too caught up in your thoughts you almost didnât realize the hand that placed itself on your stretched thigh. You paused your actions immediately, completely in awe at the inappropriate contact. Stu looked up at you, his eyes glazed over. "Is something wrong?" he asked, his other hand still steadily working his own shaft.
"No," you said, your voice almost cracking. You cleared your throat. "I was just... you know, getting into it." Stu nodded, his hand still on your leg. You couldnât tell if he was being playful or if there was an element of seriousness to the whole thing. You were about to ask him when suddenly the moans from the TV grew louder and higher pitched, echoing throughout the room. One of the girls was obviously cumming. In the heat of the moment, you forgot all about Stu's hand on your thigh. That was until his hand stretched out further and met the base of your shaft.Â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â Your voice sounded almost squeaky as you yelled out the words.
âCome on man, I just wanted to help you out a little.â He rolled his eyes, acting as if this wasnât a big deal. âItâs clear youâre not all that experienced. Donât make it weird man.â
Maybe it was the beer, or maybe it was all the blood flowing downwards. Whatever it was, you actually felt yourself give into his logic as your hand joined his in applying pressure to your member. It was nice, having someone else sort of share in the pleasure for once. Your grip on your member tightened a bit, your other hand gripping the cushion. Stu held his own hand in place, his forearm brushing against yours as you moved together. His grip was slow, but firm. It was a lot different than your own. Â
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It wasnât long before you felt a familiar sensation build up in the pit of your stomach. It was a feeling you had multiple times before, but you had never experienced it whilst jerking off in front of another guy.
You knew it was just a matter of time. The moans from the TV were echoed by Stu and you. You both sped up your pace, the sounds and the feeling were all too much. It was so overwhelming. The precum coated your dick as you felt your stomach start to tie itself into a knot. âIâm- Iâm going to-â
âGo ahead.â Stuâs voice was raspy as he leaned against you. âLet it all go.â
Those words were it before you were over. Cum shot out of your tip as you twitched uncontrollably. The white substance landed all over your stomach and jeans, but most importantly Stuâs hand. As you both came to a halt you tried to calm down. The high you had just felt was stronger than ever before. Maybe it was nice to do this sort of thing with your pals. Before you could convince yourself of that Stu used his non cum covered hand to tilt your chin in his direction. Though you were indeed done, Stu was still as hard as ever. You gulp after making eye contact with it, quickly looking back up at your best friend.Â
âI helped you. Now itâs your turn.â Your face turned bright red.
âWhat?â you uttered, still trying to catch your breath.
âYou heard me.â He pouted. âLook man, Iâm dying here. I just need something to help finish me off. Iâll do most of the work. You just have to trust me.â Your eyes were wide as he spoke. âYou can do that right?â There was really no choice for you in this situation. He did you a favor, now you owe him. You were just hoping that the exchange wouldnât be too bad.
Without much effort, Stu lifted you up and plopped you back down onto the couch cushion, but instead of facing the TV, you were now pointing right in his direction. He quickly followed suit, sitting right in front of you. âWhat are we about to do?â Your voice trembled a little as you spoke, but you tried to ease it.
âNothing bad, trust me, just skootch a little closer for me.â You listened, using your arms to push you farther toward his body. You were practically on his lap, so close you could reach out and touch any part of his body. Just what Stu had wanted. Before you could oppose Stu grabbed ahold of both of your shafts and placed them together. They stood back to back with his great big hands encircling the pair. You wanted to pull back but his grasp was firm as he positioned the two of you. âAre you ready?â You looked down, not sure how to feel with another manâs genitalia touching your own. Stu looked down at you impatiently and you spoke up.
âUh- sure. Just, please be quick.â Stuart didnât waste any time. As soon as you gave him the go-ahead he thrust against your shaft, turning his hand into a makeshift pussy, your penis an extension.Â
Stu was a lot more confident in his actions than you would have originally thought. He was moving so fast and you had no time to react or even think about what was going on. You tried to keep your attention elsewhere, staring right at the TV as he gripped the two shafts. But it was hard not to pay the movements any mind. It was clear he was desperate to cum. His thrusts were fast and hard, yours were minimal, only really there for additional support.
âOh shit this feels great.â He moaned, his face showing no shame. You were trying to ignore him, but it was so hard. This all felt so wrong. Sure, Stu said this was normal, but it definitely didnât feel it. For godâs sake, you were getting off to the feeling of another guy jerking you off.
The combination of the alcohol, the sounds from the television, and the actions of your friend were too much for your overstimulated body. You began to feel another wave coming over you. Stu needed to stop, you couldnât take this.
âStu, please, I-I canât. Too muchâ Your cock was throbbing hard, soaking up every movement Stuart took part in. You opened your eyes to have his staring directly back into yours almost as if he didnât hear you. If anything his pace quickened.Â
He was going so fast now, pushing himself down against your shaft. The sensation of your two organs grinding together was unbearable. You tried to push him off, but he held tight with his hand. Not only that but eventually Stuâs other hand joined in, latching onto your balls.
One last time you tried to escape, but it was pointless. He was too strong. All you could do was hope that your orgasm didnât end up being too painful.
Steadily you tried to push him away, but he wasnât moving. You could tell your cum shot was fast approaching. Not only that, but as your cock twitched Stuâs grip only tightened. It was too much. He was going way too fast and you were close to the edge. You felt the pleasure start to rush over your cock. As if it was a cue, Stu let out another moan. âGod you feel so good.â He began mumbling to himself as his movements became more and more sloppy.Â
The movie on the TV had long since been abandoned. Cheesy end credits music played in the background as Stu worked the two of you. He leaned forward, his large torso covering yours as he laid his head in the crook of your neck. The mumbling became significantly easier to decipher at the closer proximity.
âMine. Mine. Mine. All Mine.â He repeated and repeated as he approached climax. There was little you could do besides sit back as he took care of things. As the fire in you began to enflame once again you felt Stuâs cock twitch against yours. You were both about cum. "So Close-" You could clearly hear Stu's voice echo in your ear. Instead of feeling him slow down, he only sped up, working his hips in a blur. This lasted for a while before Stu finally slowed down. With one last forceful jerk, your orgasm shot out, covering the both of you in white semen.Â
âThatâs it. Thatâs it.â It was as if thatâs all it took for him to come undone. You couldnât help but stare as his tip pulsed in front of you. You couldâve sworn he had more to cum than anyone ever could.Â
âHoly shit.â He breathed, his hand seemingly not ready to let go. As the two of you sat in that same position for what seemed like forever, you could feel his cum dribble down both of your shafts and onto the couch. He was now just as exhausted as you were, gasping for air. He leaned his head over, resting it on your shoulder. You could feel the sweat from his wet hair mingle with the already sticky mess underneath you. It felt like you were being glued to the couch, unable to move. Maybe that was what he was trying to do, lock you in place, so you couldnât run.
You shook off his head before scooting off and away from his lap. Your legs were uneasy as you stood but you needed to get ahold of yourself.Â
âWhat? Why?â He asked as he got up from the couch.
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âWe shouldnât have done that.â You were freaking out, quickly tucking yourself back into your boxers. âNobody can find out about this.â Stu grabbed your hand, stopping you from completely buttoning back up your stained jeans.
âCalm down man, nothing even really happened.â His face had this calm look to it but you could tell he was on edge.
You were still nervous, thoughts of guilt and self-criticism still running through your mind. You tried to keep your composure, but it wasnât really working. You slapped his hand away and finished redoing your pants. âDammit, Stu!â You grumbled.
âDude, chill. No oneâs gonna know- besides even if they did itâs not like anything weird happened.â Stu was still just as confident as he was a moment ago. That was probably because he was high on his own cum.Â
âNot anything weird? Thatâs total bullshit!â You werenât sure if there was any truth to what he was saying, but you werenât willing to blindly listen to him any longer. His expression turned into a more agitated one.
âWhy are you getting so worked up?â
âWE BASICALLY JUST DID IT MAN!â You were fed up. You couldnât help but yell. Stuartâs face flushed red but he was quick to retort, grabbing your shoulders to keep you from moving any further away from him.
Stuâs face fell, his eyes darkening with anger. âWhat do you mean? We just did what any friends do. Youâre not going to tell anyone, are you?â
You stopped and answered meekly âWell, no...â
âThen whatâs the problem (Y/N)?â
You shook your head frantically. âWe just shouldnât have done that Stu... Look, I have to go,â you said abruptly, pulling away from him and heading towards the door.
Stu watched you go with a mixture of longing and frustration on his face. As the door closed behind you, he let out a deep sigh and sank back onto the couch.
This wasnât over yet - not by a long shot. Especially now that he had finally got a taste of you.
Warnings: Yandere themes, Obsessive behaviors, Nonconsensual kissing, etc.
At first Daryl's feelings for you were completely normal
If anything they were a little childish
It played out like something from elementary school
He was a little standoffish/aggressive towards you
Always taking a jab when he could at anything he could think of
Liking to set you off and see you try and fire something back only for it to never really land
"You shouldn't talk so much. You'd contribute a lot more around here if you just shut it you know?"
"I don't remember asking for advice Daryl..."
You were convinced you had done something to tick the hunter off
In reality, he was confused about the weird feeling being around you gave him
He felt sick to his stomach
Not in a throwing up sort of way... but it was something he couldn't ignore no matter how hard he tried
He found himself staring at you whenever you were around
He even picked up on your small mannerisms, taking a mental note whenever he saw one in action
He found them kind of cute?
Like whenever you knitted your eyebrows after losing a game of cards
Or when you scrunched your nose after having seen the daily hunt he'd just picked up
OR the way your mouth quirked up a little to the right whenever you successfully landed a shot
ORRR--
He could go on and on
He had never paid this much attention to anyone before
It was freaking him out just how much time you had started taking up in his life
He tried to get you off his mind
He'd never needed someone before and god be damned if he would need someone now
Or at least that's what he tried telling himself
Every time he saw a duck he definitely didn't spend extra time hunting to snag it
How would he have known you had an affinity for poultry?
It was just a coincidence that he found them on his way back
You'd also been the only one he deemed fit to learn how to use his crossbow
Not because he liked you
No, you just sucked at using a rifle
He had to give you some survival skills
What started out as a normal (albeit unwanted) crush developed into something completely different after that day
You'd gone out with Glenn and Maggie, something about picking up baby formula for Rick's kid
He wasn't too worried about it
Glenn knew what he was doing, so did Maggie, you were just there for some extra hands and in emergencies a little bit of added strength
That's what Daryl tried telling himself
That was until the three of you never turned back up
They had all waited and waited and still there was no sign of you
Soon a stranger showed up in your place
She had with her baby formula
Daryl could tell something was wrong
He immediately took her inside the gates of the jail, demanding to know if she had any idea of what happened
Michonne was her name
She didn't speak much but she said enough
She mentioned an Asian with his brunette girlfriend and an accompanying guy with a few arrows on his back
They had all been taken by some guy
Daryl felt his heart drop
He had no idea if you were okay or not
He felt like apart of himself had been ripped away from him at the idea of not knowing if he would ever see you again
He couldn't lose you, he had already lost so much
Once he got you back he was going to make sure you knew how much you actually meant to him and keep you safe
He would be insistent that the group went out as soon as possible, not resting easy until they found the group safe and sound
Along with Michonne, Rick, and Oscar, Daryl managed to find the place you were being held captive
They sneak throughout the town despite Daryl wanting to just blast his way through to you
Despite some hiccups he managed to make it to you and before anything else, gave you a big hug
You cough hard when he crashed into you but Daryl didn't let go, he was too caught up in finally getting to know you were okay
As soon as he realized they didn't have much time he quickly began to remove your restraints
He smiled after you thanked him, forgetting for a moment the kind of situation you were in just from being able to hear your pretty voice
He quickly recuperated and demanded that him and the rest of the group attack those who dared mess with them
Both Rick and Glenn objected, there were too many of them to ensure a win
Despite his aggravation Daryl conceded with them
When Glenn told him about his brother he couldn't even find it in himself to care
If he had the nerve to take you away from him he wasn't worth it
In fact, Daryl swore to himself that if he ever saw the man again he would kill him himself
With little issue you were swiftly brought back to camp alongside the rest of the crew
Daryl took you into his cell and began to bandage you up as the rest of them settled down
"Wouldn't it be better if Hershel took care of this?"
"I can't have that, I just got you back I'm not handing you off already"
His behavior was odd but you chalked it up to the stress of the whole situation
That was until it never seemed to stop
No matter where you went or what you went to do Daryl accompanied you
At first you fought back
...that didn't last long
"Do I look like I'm taking no for an answer Y/n?"
Not only did you have to spend all day with him
At night he would confine you to his cell with him
It started off decently enough, Daryl having asked if you could room with him for the night and offering to take the floor
"I just want some company. I was so worried about you, y'know?"
It then developed further
You would spend every night together and slowly but surely he worked his way into the bed beside you
At night you would be locked in place by Daryl's solid arms
Even while sleeping he seemed to have this need to protect you
He also began to isolate you after finding out Andrea was apart of Woodbury
"If she could do this to you, then why wouldn't anyone here? Just stay with me, I'll keep you safe"
Daryl only trusted Carol coming around you and even that was scarce
For the most part it was just you and him, either in his cell or out in the woods as he started dragging you out with him on his hunts to keep a better eye on you
Somewhere along the line this new routine for him started to make him a little delusional
Without having even brought it up to you Daryl began to go around telling everyone how you were his and it was only right for two boyfriends to spend time together
When you had heard you tried laughing it off but Daryl would have none of that
He helped assure you he was not joking by pinning you against the bed one night
"You're mine, you get that? I'm not letting you go, not again"
Before you could say or do anything he roughly kissed you, showing you just how serious he was being
That pretty much sealed the deal
After that he became a lot more open with yours and his "relationship" not feeling shy to show his ownership in front of the others (if they ever even saw you that is)
You were never getting out of this man's sight
The world had become far too dangerous and you were far too special to him
No walker or human would step between the two of you
