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Things that need to be said:

"Easy baby, don't choke yet."

"Aw, are my hands not tight enough around your throat?"

"Good boy. That's a gooood fuckin' boy."

"Aht, what did I say about touching?"

"Shit. Fuck. That's it. Take it all. I know you can take it."

"Goddamn, puppy. Look at you."

That's all. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk.

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tw substance mention

yes physical pain hurts but knowing i will smoke, drink, get high, kiss broken girls with ash on their lips and smoke on their tongues hurts so much more and i will do it all and then some. i am predetermined to be broken. it was written in the stars that i will shatter slowly, slowly, then all at once and over again until the pieces of me are crushed under the heel of every dream i’ve ever had.

-uhh, aster? i’m usually a safe bet

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You're art, but not the sort of art I want to show the world. I want to keep you hidden like the precious pages in the sketchbook I keep from people. You're mine to admire, and mine alone. My personal piece of art.

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me for @1800igirl 🧟‍♀️

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don’t talk to me i will become obsessed with you and make it a problem for both of us

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“Baby’s all dressed up with nowhere to go…” 👠💄💋🖤🥂

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you want so badly to be pure again, you call yourself a doll, a lamb,

an innocent little thing.

but the color pink doesn't wash away sin,

and rosaries don't make you any less scared of god.

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I wish lesbians were as easy to find in real life as they are on tumblr

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Ruining a toy's orgasm after a long day is a much better punishment than just edging.

Picture your brat thinking they've finally gotten away with something. They think you don't know they've broken a rule, because they're in the middle of their favorite reward already. Why suspect anything?

Mommy feels so good they can't stand it, and everything's coming to a head-

Until suddenly it's sour.

It's not as good, mommy changed their rhythm at the last minute- let go when they were supposed to squeeze. And you can keep doing it too. Every time they think they've gotten away with something, spoil their reward.

They're too silly to know what you're doing, but they'll be needier than an edge can get them. And needy toys are good toys. Just make sure you let them have a good one every now and then, so they can't get used to a ruined orgasm. Make sure they always know they're missing out, just not why.

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There is nothing casual about me. I would split myself open so you could taste my blood, if you asked.

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pretty yandere that is obsessed with you

description: pretty yandere x gn reader, obsessiveness, stalking, general yandere stuff, kind of tsundere reader? I’ve been writing a lot of short stuff that pop up in my head, I hope you guys like it. I need to get to requests tho or else imma procrastinate lol

pretty yandere that is praised with every step he takes, an angel— no! god that blessed the eyes of those who managed to glance at him. He was gorgeous, with attributes that every mother would boast about if he was their son.

He was wealthy, kind, and most of all ethereal. He was a treasure amongst the busy city and many fell for him as soon as they saw him. He was aware of his beauty yet acted humble and kind. Well, that’s what people believed when they managed to speak to him.

The same person you saw plastered on magazines and top rated shows was sitting on your bed for the fifth time this week and it was only Wednesday. You grit your teeth, seething that he managed to break in once again.

If you could even count him getting a copy of your key from your landlord as breaking in. He always managed to sneak his way into your life somehow. All because you decided to help him.

It wasn’t even anything out of the ordinary, you just helped him pick up papers that fell when he tripped.

“Thank you! I appreciate the help” He beamed, shooting his best smile that was guaranteed to make a face go red with adoration.

“No problem” You stuck your headphones back in and waved him goodbye.

That was it. That was all you did!

He was standing there dazed, turning his head to look at you walking away. You didn’t blush? You didn’t pass out at the closeness between your face and his? You didn’t even nervously stutter at the sight of his looks?

He couldn’t believe that you could look at him, and not fall in love? It wasn’t like he was being cocky, that was just how he was raised. Every since he grew up, people were infatuated with him, so to see someone brush off their interaction with him of all people was an eye opener.

Maybe that’s why he stalked you afterwards, well not stalk! He was just coincidentally walking the same way as you. He had trouble along the way with people bothering him but he stayed determined on the task of figuring you out.

When he made it to your apartment building he was a little bummed out. Such a normal, bland building. Everything about you seemed pretty regular to him. Your clothing, your words, anything he was able to see through the balcony of your apartment when he was standing on the roof of another building.

He still decided to make it his mission to get to know more about you. He found you interesting after learning more and it resulted in him craving to know more.

“Seriously” You stared at him, not believing the audacity he had to come back even when you told him that you were going to report him to the police, which didn’t work in your favor..

The police told you they were going to investigate it but you could tell in their condescending looks that they didn’t believe one word that came out of your mouth. A famous model, actor, singer, and city’s prized possession, stalking you? That had to be one of the most ridiculous reports they’ve ever heard.

You saved yourself the embarrassment after realizing that nobody would believe you about any of these moments. It honestly shocked you though, that you own best friend fell into the crowd. She shunned you for believing her favorite model would be such a creep. It caused the falling out with her which saddened you to great lengths.

But he was a creep! He was a stupid stupid creep!

“Seriously what?” He titled his head in confusion. He was more focused on looking at your cute uniform rather than looking at your serious expression.

“Can I live one week without you bothering me? I see enough of you with your ads and shows” You walked off, finally sensing that your stomach was begging for food.

“Should I start visiting more so you get used to me? I could cancel my photo shoot tomorrow so I can visit again!” He happily spoke, as if you weren’t glaring at him from across the kitchen.

“It’s like you want me to jump off the nearest bridge” You mumbled to yourself, grabbing cereal from the cabinet.

“Don’t say that! You know I don’t like it when you say things like that” He frowned, hastily making it so you were in his arms instead of preparing your regular bowl of cereal. You could sense his warm touch wrap around your body.

“Okay, I won’t say it again. Just let me go so I can finish making my cereal” You pointed towards your empty bowl and cereal box. You were tempted to fight him and kick him out but you’ve learned to be more docile when it comes to him.

He’d probably just break in either way.

“Mkay! Y’know you can use my card any time you want, I already told you that” He kissed the top of your head. He was wondering why you always bought low quality food when you went grocery shopping. He offered to pay for everything you needed but he didn’t see anything new in your kitchen.

“I’m fine, I’ll buy my own stuff” You grabbed milk from the fridge and poured in your cereal first. You didn’t understand why he was so adamant about spoiling you.

“But.. uhm.. look at your pantry, it’s so empty! Surely you should buy more!” He was trying to be careful with his words in case you’d find it offensive for him to be pointing out the fact that you weren’t buying a lot of food.

“It’s called a minimum wage job, have you heard of that before?” Your words dripped with sarcasm as you put away the cereal and milk. He stood there awkwardly wondering if your question was rhetorical.

“…yes?” He tried smiling but it ended up as a half smile that seemed unsure just like him.

“I also have dignity and I’d like to keep it for as long as I can” You grabbed your bowl of cereal and sat down on the small dinner table to eat. It was afternoon but who says you can’t eat cereal at other times?

“I’m just trying to spoil you! I know you don’t like it but I want you to be safe and happy. If you’re not eating as much because of money then I can’t rest until I know you have a pantry full of food!” He whined, clinging onto you as if he was your worried boyfriend.

“I’m not your partner or friend. Stop worrying about me and stop coming over” You were tired of being stern with your requests that he continually ignored if it was limiting him from seeing you.

“Well, we’re something right? I talk to you and you talk to me!” He sat next to you, looking at you with puppy dog eyes. His cute and clingy demeanor made you even more annoyed. It paid to be pretty like him, you often caught yourself being persuaded.

“So people who talk to each other?” You stared blankly at him, trying not to fall for his puppy look.

“Who also hang out, kiss, and cuddle!” He brought you into his lap, nuzzling against your face.

“I told you not to bring that up! That was just because I was feeling lonely that day” You groaned in embarrassment that he mentioned that.. situation.

“You were so adorable when you asked me to cuddle, I thought it was a dream! And your shy little nuzzles against my chest” He grinned, reminiscing about the sweet moment.

“I’m not listening anymore!” You stormed off into your room, being followed by your regular shadow. He couldn’t help but laugh and tease you more along the way. You ended up getting your revenge by beating him up with one of your giant pillows afterwards.

You laid in bed wondering what you were going to do about him as he pulled you closer into his soft hug. You hated him so much! But maybe not as much as you did before.

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mine, and mine only.

yandere! millionaire x gn partner! reader

cw: possessive themes, implied nsfw, gore && violence but it’s not too heavy!! as always, lmk what u think <3

“gimme a twirl, sweetheart.” your boyfriend hums, rests his chin in the palms of his hands as he gazes at you through golden eyes etched with utter adoration. “w’nna see you from every angle, hm?”

you roll your eyes at his words, even when a breathy laugh punctuates your own. “you’ve already seen that, kenji.”

“only in the dark.” he quips, raises an eyebrow knowingly. “besides, it’s not like you’re always squirming ‘round beneath me or anythin’—”

“fine!!” you cut him off before he can say anything else, try to ignore the way your bodyguards awkwardly avert their gaze. one clears his throat, and you flush. kenji is as unbothered as ever, his attention still solely trained on you.

nevertheless, you oblige his request with a silly little spin on the tips of your toes. your boyfriend’s gaze lingers on your face, a slow smile spreading on his lips when he drops his eyes to the rest of your body, takes you in for everything you are: “you’re fuckin’ gorgeous, and all mine.”

there’d been one before him, your ex. but you didn’t need to worry your pretty head about that — kenji had ripped off a finger for all the times he’d tainted you with his dirty touch, pulled out his teeth for all the conversations he’d gotten to share with you.

it was his heart — however, that your boyfriend enjoyed depriving him of most. the heart that had once held a sick semblance of love for you.

that was in the past, though. your ex was long gone, kenji had made sure of that personally. now, it was only you and him, and he intended on it staying that way.

“i gotta be the luckiest bastard in the world to have you all to myself.” he whistles lowly, feels his heart pounding in his chest, as it always does whenever you’re around. and even when you aren’t, because you’re all he ever thinks about. “fuck, baby. c’mere, will you?”

“shut up! you think you’re so slick with your stupid words!” you laugh, feigning indifference at his saccharine words but still stumbling into his outstretched arms as he pulls you onto his lap. “you flatter me way too much, kenny.”

your boyfriend’s a busy man, running the biggest private security agency in asia. his work is the only reason you get to don such pretty silk skirts and rose quartz chokers. well, that - and his insistence for seeing you all dolled up.

but the fact that he’s willing to drop everything he’s doing, just to rush home to you and whisk you away on a spontaneous shopping spree after hearing you felt under the weather?

“that’s my job, babydoll, i’m your boyfriend.” he presses a quick kiss to your jaw, revels in the way you melt into his touch, as he curls an arm around your waist. “besides, can you really blame me when y’look so utterly ravishin’?”

“i hate you.” you grin, loving the literal hearts in his eyes and the absolute care with which he holds you close. “and where did you learn such a big word from, i mean, wow! i look ravishing?” you tease mischievously.

“oh so you hate me?” he asks, chuckling in amusement. “than why’re you in my lap, hm? besides,” he smiles at your expression, presses on with amusement tinging his golden eyes. “that’s not what you were sayin’ last night, when i had you cu—”

“stop!! oh my god!” you exclaim, absolutely mortified at the extent of his shamelessness, covering your flushed face in the palms of your hands and wishing, not for the first time, your boyfriend didn’t insist on having private security with you at all times. “you win, okay? i hate you, kenny.”

“sure you do, baby.” he muses, before he digs his hands into his pockets, leans back and gestures for one of his bodyguards. “hey,” he calls, to one of the five men constantly and dutifully standing to attention with his eyes trained at his feet. the man steps closer, but doesn’t dare raise his gaze lest he accidentally meet yours.

the last time one of kenji’s employees even glanced your way for a mere second, your doting boyfriend had gouged his eyes out. (“let this be a lesson to lower your fuckin’ gaze.”) you were such a pretty thing, he knew that, accepted it for an inevitable fact — but he’d be damned if anybody else was allowed to look at you in the way he did.

“this — and i mean all of it.” kenji makes a vague gesture to the three racks of clothes scattered across the room, of the designer brand store he’d pulled you into. “buy it all in my partner’s size, and have it shipped to our place within a week, alright?”

“kenji.” you blink, watching in stunned silence as your boyfriend hands his bodyguard a glossy black card.

he turns back to you expectantly, raises an eyebrow. “yes, m’love?”

“you do realise that you basically just bought the entire store, right?”

“is there a problem with that?” your boyfriend challenges, knowing damn well what you mean to say.

“i didn’t even try on half of the clothes!” you insist, mild alarm settling in at the shades of indifference in his voice, even after blowing forty million yuan on fancy new clothes for you. “and do you know how overpriced this place is? you just got me a place in paris last week and now this—”

you’re at a loss for words when he merely shrugs, much more interested in playing with the little looped ribbons adorning your hair.

“sweetheart,” kenji hums gently, peppering your cheeks with soft kisses. “what’s mine’s all yours — you know this. what’s the point of all this money, if i can’t spend it on you?” your boyfriend’s lips linger against your skin, “now how about we get home?” he asks breathlessly, “wanna show you just how much y’mean to me.”

“fine.” you pout, giving in because you’ve had this conversation a million times before, and it always ends the same way: with kenji telling you he loves the way his money looks on you, (“you deserve the best, and i wanna be the one to give it to you.”) before ripping said money off you and leaving you bare beneath him. (“see? look at this pretty body, so eager for me, hm?”)

and you were right, this time is no different.

because hours later, he’ll press his chest against yours, out of breath and skin slick with sweat as he feels himself come undone, unravelling in the way only you know how to make him.

“love you s’much, sweetheart,” he’ll confess, like he has millions of times before. he’ll smile against your lips, even when your nails dig into his back, and he’s dizzy with absolute ecstasy. “love you so fuckin’ much, you’ll be the death of me.”

“i know.” you’ll breathe, because you do, with every inch of your being, “i love you too, more than — ah! m-more than you know.”

you don’t know that before he’d brought you home, kenji hadn’t liked the way the cashier had looked at you a moment longer than necessary. he was ready to let it slide, but even when you were on his arm, the cashier had the nerve to wink at you?

you didn’t know that even though you had kenji an absolute mess right now, unable to think of anything except how good you felt beneath him, how pretty the sounds you let out were — he was starting to sober from his high, consider the ways he could approach this new problem of his with.

you didn’t know that after this, he had an urgent matter to care of. one that was currently waiting for him, gagged and bound. one that may or may not have been the cashier from earlier…

but he doesn't need you to know. because he'll take care of it for you.

until then, he’ll kiss your flushed skin wherever he can, have you become a babbling mess at his fingertips. kenji knows it’s wrong, the things he’ll do for you, the lengths he'll go, and the lines he'll cross. but can you really blame him?

he just loves you so much.

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i was a daisy fresh girl and look what you've done to me🩷💖🎀