#tw: dacryphilia 🖤

[bakugosbratx]

Okay, but Yandere Katsuki Bakugo who practically bust when you cry, but gets so upset when you cry for other reasons than him?? He gets so jealous and upset. “What? I don’t even fuckin’ matter anymore?!” When in reality your favorite character in your favorite show died lmao

#— vigilante shit 🖤 #tw dacryphilia #lmao he gets so jealous #bro im just an emotional person at times #let me live #don’t gotta yell at me #bakugou katsuki #bakugo katsuki #my hero academia #yandere bakugo katsuki #yandere bnha #yandere

[yandere-writer-momo]

Part 2 🖤I made the demon king a black man. I don’t see many Yandere POC OCs 🖤

Yandere Head Canons:

Defying Destiny

Yandere Demon King x Isekai Saintess Reader x Yandere Hero (mentioned)

TW: imprisonment, kidnapping, stalking, uncomfortable themes, sexual themes, Somniaphilia, Dacryphilia, etc.

Part 1

You woke up wrapped in the silk sheets of snow unfamiliar bed. Your eyes wild and your heart raced in your chest like a startled animal. Where were you and where was Reinhardt?! Why were there candles everywhere in this dark bedroom? Was Reinhardt planning to… oh god you were terrified.

You felt a sob rack through you when reality set in. Had Reinhardt stolen you away to live out some sort of sick fantasy instead of going through with his quest to slay the demon king? No… Reinhardt wouldn’t bring you to such a luxurious home. But who on earth brought you here?

“I see you’re awake, my delicate flower.” Your head snapped to the doorway to see the silhouette of a large man. You felt your blood run cold and a shiver run down your spine by his presence. That raspy baritone voice belonged to a stranger.

You flinched when the man suddenly slapped his clawed hands on the end of the king sized bed. Your eyes met gold for the first time and you seeped your heart stopped in your chest from pure terror. There was no mistaking who your captor was… he was the demon king.

“What’s the matter, saintess?” He chuckled as he reached a taloned finger out to hook around a strand of your hair. “Cat got your tongue?”

You felt tears stream down your cheeks when he flashed his long fangs at you. He was bewitchingly beautiful with his burnt umber skin and golden eyes. There was no doubt he was a demon and that fact terrified you. What did he want from you? Was he… was he going to kill you?

The demon king sighed at your shivering form before he moved himself to sit beside you. His hand moved to hold yours. “It’s alright, darling. I’m not going to hurt you.”

You sniffled when he began to wipe away your tears. “W… what?”

“I’d never hurt my saintess.” The demon king gave you a toothy smile. “My beautiful, merciful saintess… my salvation.”

You gasped when he brought your right hand up to his lips to press a tender kiss to the back of it. “It’s so wonderful to finally have you here with me… you’ll be safe here.”

“I’m just a bit confused about all of this…” You felt so small under his intense gaze, like he was about to pounce on you at any second. “Who are you and why have you taken me?”

The demon lord chuckled as he rose up from the bed to stand at his full, intimidating height. His curved black horns nearly added another foot to his height which made he give you a smirk. “Why I am the Demon King but you can call me Amon.”

The demon king- no, Amon, bowed his head to you. “And I took you to save you.”

You were surprised to see a tray of freshly made food in front of you when Amon snapped his fingers. Your stomach growled at the delicious sight, but you were hesitant to accept… Amon quickly caught onto your hesitance and took a bite of the food for you. “Don’t worry, it’s real and completely edible. Only the best for my saintess.”

You shyly took a bite and smiled at the taste. It was lovely…

Amon smiled warmly at you, his golden eyes studied your satisfied smile in pure joy. He was so happy to please you!

Amon ran his talons through his long black hair with a smile. “I’ll take care of you from now on. You’re safe here.”

As the weeks melted into months, Amon kept his word. None of his demon nor monster henchmen were mean towards you, unlike the hero’s party. Sure Amon was never far from you, but his company was much preferred over Reinhardt’s. Amon would bring you meals and made sure you had fresh clothes. He pampered you like a beloved pet.

Though it was never officially stated, you were Amon’s lover. And thus, you treated as such by his subjects. They’d wait for you on hand and foot. You received various expensive clothing and jewelry, they were eager to make you smile. It was such a stark contrast compared to your treatment prior…

You often gazed out your window at the volcanic city below. It was fascinating just how different monsters and demons lived from humans… so why did the humans want to destroy them so much?

You jumped when Amon entered the room to wrap his muscular arms around your waist, his nose pressed onto your shoulder. A few of his box braids tickled your skin. “I missed you so much… I just wish the humans would leave us alone. I grow tired of the hero and his party. They’re so much weaker without your barriers and healing. To think they never treated you well. What a bunch of losers.”

You turned to gaze at Amon in interest. “What is it that they’re after? Why do the humans hate your people so much?”

Amon gave you the softest of smiles, a bit of his fangs peaked out from under his lip. “Our magic stones. Monsters and demons produce enough magic stones to fuel humanity for eons… they’re worth a lot of money to humans.”

Amon pressed a tender kiss to your shoulder, his gold eyes stared expectantly up at you. “You’re the only human to ever question their greed and motives. You don’t wish to be bound to a destiny thrust upon you by the world.”

Amon bent down on one knee and pressed his lips over your palms and fingers. “Join me. Together we can defy our destiny. You don’t have to be a Saintess forced to marry the hero and I won’t have to be a page in the history books.”

You felt a blush on your cheeks when he tilted his handsome face at you. “Let’s watch the world burn together.”

And now you had a choice to make. To fulfill the destiny predetermined for you or to defy your destiny.

#female reader #yandere fic #yandere imagine #yandere scenarios #yandere x you #Yandere hero #yandere demon #yandere demon x reader #yandere oc #yandere original character #original work #yandere obsession #yandere insert #yandere horror #yandere monster x reader #monster yandere #yandere monster #yandere male #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines

[camryn-haitani]

Tell me you need it

sub! Ghostface x dom! FemReader

DO NOT REBLOG MY WORKS

He thought you couldn't do it, that you were too inexperienced. Oh he was ever so wrong.

TW: SMUT. dom reader, sub ghostface, tying him up, p in v, riding, blowjob (m receiving), multiple orgasm, knife play, gagging (reader shoves her panties into his mouth to keep him quiet), petnames (pretty boy, sweetheart, baby, good boy), mommy and ma'am used, praise, you flicking his dick, overstimulation, dacryphilia, knife fucking (knife handle in his ass), roommates, no established relationship until the end, aftercare.

my first ever smut, I'm excited for this one. y'all enjoy🖤

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"p-please I'm sorry.... ahh~" he whines. hands bound behind his back, cold knife running down his abdomen. the cool, cold blade gives him goosebumps along his skin.

"why should I? you started this, now finish it like a good boy." dragging the knife across his thighs and over his leaking tip.

"mommy I'm sorry. you're right, you can do this. please lemme cum" the metal cuffs clang as he thrashes around, begging for his release. how did he get in this situation?

*1 hour ago*

the faint groans slip out behind the door. you pass his room, wanting to give him a back game you borrowed but instead you heard something different.

'fuck, god please. just lemme cum.' you heard from a distant in his room, the slick noises from his fleshlight louder than ever. you open the door anyway, knowing what was going on.

"hey! what the fuck, knock next time!" he quickly covers himself. "my bad, I'm just returning your game." you set the case down in his dresser. you stand in the doorway for a good minute.

"the fuck you still doing here? go!" he scowls. "you know, I was gonna offer to help, but nevermind." you turn to face him.

"oh please, like you could make me feel good. in your dreams." fleshlight still in hand around his aching cock.

"you don't think I can do it?" you question. "I know you can't." he challenges.

"wanna bet?"

*now*

and that's how y'all got in this situation. him being tied up with handcuffs, cold knife against his chest, waiting to be used, and your hand slowly pumping his leaky cock.

"you keep bucking your hips up to meet my hand. I've gotta be doing a good job, right sweetheart?" you tease. you move your hands faster until he can't keep up with your rhythm.

"ah! gon- gonna cum. please, mommy! can't take it!" his thighs shake as he cums. you lean your head down to lick up his dripping cock. you start sucking him off to overstimulate him.

"no no no no no no no, mommy I can't no more. it hurts, please." you hear the tears slipping down his pretty face. his voice cracks with every movement of your mouth.

you pick your head up from his dick with a 'pop' sound. he struggles to catch his breath. you pick the knife back up and drag it along his chest, all the way to his inner thigh.

"wha-... what are you doing?" he picks his head up to meet your eyes. he sees the knife go lower and lower down to his perfect asshole. he swallows the lump in his throat he didn't know he had.

he feels the tip of the handle brush against his hole. "hah! moMMY! FUCK!" he moans as more of the handle pushes against his walls. you roll your eyes and take off your panties. you take your soaked underwear and shove them in his mouth. he whimpers as your slick coats his tongue. his muffled moans are mostly covered by your panties, but it doesn't help much. he's still so loud.

"I know it feels good baby, you're hard again." you flick his red tip. he hisses at the sudden pain but pre leaks from his cock. "oh... you like that? you like it when I flick your cock? like this?" you do it again but harder. he flinches and moans at the pain but soon turns into pleasure.

your strokes with the knife become faster as he whimpers and moans louder. the muffled "I'm 'bout to cum" and his pleas tell you to go faster and harder. so you do. before you knew it, his cum streaks all over his stomach and chest.

you take your underwear out of his mouth. "feelin good, pretty boy? you think you can go for one more round?" he instantly nods his head, cock already standing high once again.

you straddle his waist, his dick pressed against his stomach. you straightened it out and line it up with your glistening folds. your hole fluttering with every glide over his tip.

"please! fuck me, ma'am! I need you!" he almost screams out. you listen to his begs and line his tip with your wet hole. you sink down into him and y'all both hiss. 'hes bigger than he looks, fuck' you think to yourself.

rocking your hips back and forth, you had an idea.

"wanna touch me? feel my body?" you ask him, rubbing your hands over your tits and waist. he nods vigorously, wanting to feel your soft body. you lean on the nightstand to grab the keys. he props his body up to let you unlock the cuffs. immediately, his hands are on your waist. lifting you up and down onto his cock.

his forehead up against your shoulder, helping you ride his aching cock. soft whispers of "mommy" against your neck making you closer and closer to the edge. you grab his hand and place his thumb on your clit, rubbing it up and down.

"fuck pretty boy, I'm gonna cum" your stomach tightens with that knot you know all too well. all the nights you've spent touching yourself, thinking it was him. all the nights of silently moaning his name and now you finally get to do it.

"fuck mommy, I'm gonna cum. cum with me please please please." whimpers fall out of his mouth. that's all you needed to hear to push you over the edge. your walls tighten around his cock, you feel his cock twitch more and more with every passing second. both of y'all cum at the same time, feeling his cum coat your walls.

you get off of him and lay next to him. you tilt your head to look at him, but he was already looking right at you.

"you know" he pauses "it's funny. our rooms are right next to each other. and somehow, you thought I couldn't hear you fucking yourself thinking it was me. even if you did whisper my name, our beds are right next to each other walls." he laughs and your face is burning red.

youre the one who became a stuttering mess. "don't worry baby, I love you too" he kisses you as he gets up to clean both of you off

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AHHH I DID IT

hope y'all like it🖤

#ghostface x reader #ghostface #scream #scream x reader #sub ghostface #dom reader #smut #x reader

[smileysuh]

- NAKAMOTO YUTA

works. 2 I words. 48.1k

solo works. 0 works featuring other members. 2

Home - Yuta I ft. Jaehyun

🖤 synopsis. A lot has changed since university, but at the same time, so many things are very much as they’ve always been. Jaehyun is wonderful, but doesn’t fully meet your needs, and your best friend Yuta is as enticing and eager to please as ever- things have always been up in the air, and when you make a decision that fractures everything- you find yourself pondering the age old question: where is home.

cw/ tw. multiple sex scenes, so much Oral (f/m receiving), exhibitionism, unprotected sex, ‘daddy’ count (2) im sorry, sir, dom!Jae, switch dom leaning! Yuta, Yuta is a massive tease, overstimulation, dacryphilia themes, phone sex, masterbation, teasing, BDSM themes, shibari, toys, blindfolds, handcuffs, vibrators, Love Triangle jealousy as dirty talk, shower sex, degradation, praise, lots of man handling, body worship, spanking, spit roasting, face fucking, deep penetration fixation, etc…

⚔️rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 34.6k

Bunny - Yuta I ft. Lucas

🖤 synopsis. The boys of NCT house are back on their bullshit again, playing match maker, but this time, they have their sights set on Lucas, and they think you, his best friend in the entire world, just happen to be his perfect match. Too bad you’re already having fun with Yuta, and have your sights set on Jungwoo, looks like they’re not only going to have to turn Lucas’s head, but yours as well.

cw/ tw. multiple sex scenes, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), threesome with Yuta, mentions of sex with Jungwoo, so much sex talk, size kink Lucas, Lucas’s dragon tattoo, semi public sex, teasing, masturbation, voyeurism?, unprotected sex, spanking, etc…

⚔️ rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 13.5k

✘ masterlist

#yuta #yuta masterlist #yuta nakamoto #yuta nakamoto masterlist #nakamoto yuta #nakamoto yuta masterlist #nct #nct masterlist #nct 127 #nct 127 masterlist #yuta smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #yuta nakamoto smut

[j0kers-light]

That imagine with the reader having a past with batman...wooow 🔥 Would you continue it...and make it a bit dark?

His Lighthouse: Bat Connections (LedgerJoker x f!reader)

Bat Connections - Oneshot

KEEP IN MIND THIS IS NOT A STORY UPDATE!

Hey hi anon!! Another late request filled a month later. Please don't be upset with me anon, I love you!! 🖤✨

Okay children! Gather round. Let's go over the legal stuff first! I personally don’t care about trigger warnings cuz imma big girl. I read some morbid stuff for breakfast but for our more sensitive readers, I’ll add a TW just for this oneshot.

TW! Dark!Joker. The following content: CNC, knife play, breath play, degradation, impact play, power play(?), dacryphilia, unprotected sex (J doesn’t believe in condoms no ways but hey) spitting, biting, dirty talk, overstimulation, I mean… the list goes on but I’m getting tiied sis. 

Just proceed with caution, mkay? This is canon Joker you’re about to read and I didn’t hold back. I’m so excited to dip my feet back into dark content again! Please read this head canon before continuing. Keep in mind that this is not canon with the series and should be read as a standalone. Enjoy!

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So what if you had history with Batman?

You were a grown woman— who was single at the time, thank you very much– with wants and needs! Could you blame yourself for having a little fun? I mean? Have you seen the man? You'd be crazy for not jumping on that tall glass of water. Batman had no business running around clad in leather looking the way he does.

Honestly, it should be illegal. You were a victim of a thirst trap!

Those two old pictures recirculating the web landed you in some hot water with Joker but it wasn't that bad, right?

J still loved you.. and this all happened before you and him even met! Why was he getting bent out of shape over something in the past?

Sure you licked Batman's cowl and #Leathertastesfunny and #Ihadworse was a wild comment to make, but it was just harmless fun.

Now the second photo op? Okay. You plead the fifth.

Batman slammed you into the wall which made your thumb slip and well.. that selfie happened. The sex that followed was.. phew.

YOU WERE NOT GOING TO TELL JOKER THAT PART.

You weren't dumb. You valued your life. Joker and Batman hated each other (you were convinced otherwise but let's move on..) It happened before you met Joker.

Why was that part not clicking?

Yet one look into Joker's cold green eyes confirmed your fears. He knew. And that was bad. Real bad. Horrible in fact.

This man put the J in Jealousy and this new development was a slap in the face; the ultimate betrayal. It was the straw that broke the camel's back and you were terrified to even think about what Joker would do to you as punishment.

There wasn't a soft way to break this news to Joker but in your defense, you thought he would never find out. However, the internet literally screwed you over.

You weren't prepared for Joker's jealous rage.

He only showered you with love and affection, never anger. The man in front of you now was The Joker that Gotham City feared. There was a dark gleam in his eye and not an ounce of your kind, loving J remained therein. This Joker looked at you as if you were a stain on his suit and nothing more.

It was in your best interest to vacate the premises until he calmed down. You started to back away slowly and of course Joker noticed.

"I'd run too if I were you, cuz when I catch ya... mmhm.When I get my handsss on you? I'm gonna ruin you." Even his voice was sinister and devoid of love.

"One."

Your ancestors heard the count down and begged for you to run. You always listened to their wisdom. You squeaked in fear and bolted from the room.

The front door was too far away so your mind quickly thought–

The maintenance hatch. If you could get to the storage room and make it to the floor below, you were good as gold.

You ran and vaguely heard Joker call out "Two..." as you made it down the hall.

He casually stood to his feet and followed your feeble escape with ease. You weren't even giving him a challenge. He honestly thought you would try for the front door but you surprised him by taking advantage of the secret exit that was closer.

Smart girl.

You made it to the storage room and flicked the lock and chain into place before pushing a table to block the door. You nodded at your handiwork and began focusing on opening the latch to descend. It was tricky to open from this side but not impossible.

Joker gave you props. Your methods were sound.

Locking the door and barricading it from the inside. It was a great strategy against someone else but Joker's rage defied all logic.

You jumped when you heard him hit the door. The chain rattled but held tight.

"Now I wonder.... where oh where could my little slut be?" Joker sang out, knowing that you were panicking inside.

He was ramming something, or maybe just his shoulder, against the door. With each impact, your hopes of escaping dwindled. The chain broke the same time you started to descend the ladder. Joker broke the door in and shoved the table aside with relative ease.

You were almost down the ladder but said screw it and jumped the last few steps to buy yourself some more time.

You landed awkwardly on your ankle but your adrenaline brushed off the pain and gave you godspeed to the door on the maintenance floor.

Your hand grazed the handle when Joker snatched you away. Your screams were music to his ears.

Joker used to care about your safety. J knew being with him romantically painted a huge target on your back so he taught you basic self defense, but you never thought you would be using what you learned to fight him off.

Joker was stronger and he knew your mannerisms and weak spots.

Any defense tactics you learned went down the drain with him as your opponent. He dodged your fists and mocked your weak attempts at fighting back. His jeers made you want to cry but you kept at it and landed a solid kick to his crotch.

Joker had a high tolerance to pain; yet he was still a man. He cursed under his breath and doubled over until the pain subsided.

You scrambled away and maybe it was a miracle (or just Joker messing with you to think you got away) but you managed to hit the stairwell in record time.

You cleared one floor and were descending another when you were tackled from behind. "Got ya!"

Your heart leapt out of your chest thinking you were about to tumble down the stairs but Joker tackled you on the landing between levels. Unfortunately, you took the brunt of the fall and Joker landing on you– knocked what air that was left from your lungs.

Joker was heavy and since you lost favor with him, he could stop holding back and be himself.

He put a stop to your flailing arms with a growl, "Hold still, Y/n!" He knocked your legs apart and straddled your body, letting you feel his erection brushing against your thigh.

"Joker, you're hurting me!" You screamed with the hope that someone on the level would hear you and come investigate.

"Good! Let's hurt ya some more!" He grinned.

He lifted your head, only to slam it roughly back on the unforgiving floor. Your head spun like a Saturday cartoon character. He was going to kill you.

The realization hurt worse than the concrete.

J was about to do it a third time but you bit his arm in hopes that he would let you go. It barely phased him.

"Really Y/n? Tsk, did you act like this with Batsy? Hmm? No, I bet... you begged him to f__k ya like the whore you are." He grunted when you kneeled him in the groin again.

He clicked his tongue and didn't think about his actions.

Joker slapped you across the face and it worked like a charm bringing you back to focus. Your head was forced to the side but you blinked in shock before staring at J in utter disbelief.

Joker would never lay a finger on you. "J.."

He grabbed your jaw and yelled in your face. "Shut up! I don't wanna hear.. another worD. You... you make me so.... So angry! Why? Why Bunny? Why him? Am I noT good enough for ya? Is it the scars?" Joker squeezed your face harder.

You whimpered but you didn't speak another word. So you could follow orders after all. He enjoyed the fear swirling in your e/c eyes.

For so long he suppressed his urges and desires. A part of him longed to see you fear him and today he finally got to see it. In this stairwell with you lying helpless underneath him, Joker soaked up your terror and craved for more.

You teared up and made the mistake of opening your mouth. "I-It was just o-one time, J! I p-promise!" You saw Joker's eye twitch and you knew you screwed up.

He smiled and tipped his head back laughing. It echoed in the barren stairwell and hurt your eardrums.

Joker's hand slipped from holding your jaw to wrapping firmly around your neck.

He stopped laughing as you began to struggle anew.

"Yeah? Just one time? Well... One. Time. Too many." He smiled as your face slowly turned blue. What a lovely shade against your bronzed skin he thought.

You clawed at his hands crushing your throat but you couldn't think and fight him with the limited oxygen you had left.

Joker groaned when your eyelashes fluttered closed. He started to grind his cock against you in earnest. You looked so pretty losing consciousness, he just couldn't help himself and squeezed tighter.

Your chest heaved and Joker saw you about to slip under so he pulled back.

You sucked in precious air and Joker didn't give you a moment's reprieve. He leaned down and licked the salty tears from your face. "You're sooooo pretty like thiss."

In that moment you knew; Joker had completely lost it. His hot breath fanned over your wet cheeks and you tensed feeling his dick grind harder onto your thigh.

You were sick to your stomach. He was enjoying this?

"G-Get off of me!" You croaked out while bucking your weight against Joker. You were trying to shove him off but in Joker's twisted mind, you were reciprocating his lust.

Your feeble attempts provided Joker more friction and he rewarded your actions.

"Needy little thing aren't ya? Since it was only a.. one time thing, I'm gonna use you.. just this once the way you deserve."

Joker's hands caressed over your waistline and began to pull down your pants. You protested immediately.

You only had on a fan made t-shirt and faded sweatpants, whereas Joker remained fully clothed in his three piece suit and clown makeup. It was probably smeared all over you. He was unbothered by you fighting back and set about taking your clothes off.

You were not about to just lay here and let Joker have his way with you. You didn't want this and you weren't going down without a fight.

With a battle cry, you fought back even more but Joker rolled his eyes and collected both of your wrists with one of his own and held them up over your head.

A sharp clicking noise stole your attention and you looked down right as Joker used a hidden knife to cut your pants off.

"Joker, stop! I-I don't.... I want this!" You hissed when he dragged the knife up your chest, leaving a trail of blood in its wake.

Your shirt fell open right down the middle from the cut and Joker hummed at the sight of your heaving breasts.

You never wore a bra or panties these days. You were practically asking for this.

"Quit whining, slut. She wants this.. just look at her.." Joker chuckled and set aside his knife to plunge two fingers into your pussy. It horrified you to discover that you were sopping wet.

"No! No, I don't!"

He sank his fingers to the knuckle and made rough, come hither motions right over your g spot.

Your hips bucked up on command. Your body was literally betraying you. For months Joker trained you to accept only his touch but you couldn't believe your pussy would fold so quickly. She didn't care that Joker was bashing your head against the ground or choking the life outta you moments prior.

Girl. Get it together, you are in danger! You screamed at yourself. Your pussy refused to comment.

Joker seemed to notice your inner struggle.

"All it takes is a lit-le bit of uhh stimulation, and she gives in! Don't be upset, Bunny! I own this pussy, of course she listens to me."

Joker leaned down and whispered in your ear, "A good pet listens to its master."

You moaned when he sped up. Joker was a wizard with his hands and used those powers to his advantage. He watched you try and fight your body's natural reaction and fail miserably. Your struggles made him stroke you harder.

More tears dotted your lashes as your orgasm crept up to the surface. His fingers felt too good scissoring their way inside your gummy walls. Joker could get you off in minutes and today was no different.

You didn't want this but your body spoke on your behalf.

The sound of your wet cunt gushing on Joker's fingers was the only sound in the stairwell besides your stifled moans. A blinding hot heat traveled up your spine and you knew you wouldn't last.

"Joker! I-I... I'm so–" Joker laughed as you came on his fingers and jerked in his hold.

You held it back for so long, your release seemed never ending and Joker (like always) talked you through it.

"That's it!! Give it to me Y/n. Such a good little pet all for me!" Your body turned on its side and Joker let your wrists go for now.

You curled into a ball and wept as the last shivers of pleasure tormented your body. You didn't see Joker loosening his tie and unbuckling his belt. He knew you would love this next bit. You always do.

So what if his arch enemy had a taste of his girl? He'd f__k some sense back into you. You were his and he did not share.

The next time J saw the masked hero, it was on sight. No more playing games; he was gonna kill the bat. No one touched what's his and lived to tell the tale.

Joker pulled his dick out and stroked it as he watched you pull yourself back together. You blinked back your afterglow and spoke.

"I'm s-sorry Joker. I... it won't happen again. It was a mista–" You looked up and saw J towering over you. Since when did he stand up?

Then your gaze fell to his dick. It looked bigger somehow. You watched it twitch right in front of your eyes before your gaze flickered back up to Joker.

He was laughing at your petrified look.

"Aww you think I'm gonna, uhhh, believe that ap-polo-gy? No. Open your mouth and work for your forgiveness."

He stepped closer and you shook your head, scooting away.

"Wait, J please I can.." Your back hit the wall and Joker blocked the only way out. He sucked his teeth when you cowered away. He reached out and grabbed the back of your hair to force you closer to his dick.

"Go on whore. Do what you're best at. SucK."

You shook your head and pushed against Joker's legs but he wasn't having it. He slapped you again and growled down at you, "I won'T repeat myself."

He didn't wait for you to make up any more excuses. He pried your mouth open with his tip before shoving the rest of his cock down your throat.

He used the grip on your head to force your mouth up and down his dick. "See?! It's not so.. hehe.. hard now is it?" He chuckled yet it faded into a groan.

He was doing all of the work but it still felt amazing. Joker didn't care if you couldn't breathe and he didn't care if you tapped your safe word on his leg. You didn't deserve that luxury.

In Joker's mind, you were just another tool for him to use and discard whenever he saw fit. Your needs didn't matter as long as he got his.

Joker felt you trying to pull away. He quickly slammed your head into the wall behind you. Your mouth opened wider in pain.

Joker made sure the only thing you could do was sit up and choke on his dick. He held your head still and began f__king your face since you didn't want to cooperate.

It was sloppy and wet but the sounds spurred Joker on. Your mouth was always his greatest weakness.

Your throat was bottomless and could take every last inch of him just like your pussy. Joker's hips lost their rhythm just thinking about your tight hole.

He wanted that. He needed to reclaim it.

It didn't matter that your affair with Batman happened days before you and Joker met or that it was truly a one time thing. You had options if you wanted another lover. Just the thought of you leaving him made Joker go insane.

You needed to be put in your place. You were his toy.

Joker was itching closer and close to his release but pulled out of your mouth with a groan.

You cried out and fell forward onto your hands, sucking in what much oxygen you could muster. Your jaw was sore and your voice was probably gone with the violent way Joker was using your throat.

He was so rough and didn't care about your wellbeing at all. He ignored the Morse code you tapped on his leg and the complete disregard for the safety system the two of you created, shattered your heart.

Joker didn't care anymore. He broke your trust with that single action.

You tried crawling away and Joker let you make it a few paces away before he dropped to his knees and dragged you back towards him by your ankle.

Sure enough, your voice was gone and only a broken cry escaped your mouth.

"Good. I didn't wanna hear you whining." Joker grumbled. He smacked your behind and slotted his wet dick in between your folds.

You kicked at J but he locked your legs in with his own and pushed your shoulders down onto the floor. You were bullied into doggystyle with your hands held tightly behind your back. You were completely restrained.

If anyone ever used the stairs, they would've seen Joker's sinister red grin as he slid in deep.

"Ahhh yessss. Still sooo wet! I just love how much you want this! Such a dirty little girl I have.. getting ngh.. off on being used. Isn't that right? Ya like being used huh pet?"

Joker shoved you face down on the dirty floor. "Don'T. Answer. I feel you squeezing down on me, f__k.. doll! I love it when you do that."

You felt sick for enjoying each drag of Joker's dick going in and out of your pussy. His swollen head felt amazing knocking against your g spot and his verbal assaults were equally degrading but they still made your head swim in desire.

You should hate this, hate Joker for treating you like trash. But he didn't hold back and showed you his true colors and a teeny tiny part of you loved that.

A rough Joker hit the spot in ways that frightened you.

His grip on your waist ached and he thoroughly enjoyed ramming his cock deeper to hear each hiccup you made. Every thrust burned in the best way and when he yanked your curls, you moaned dejectedly.

"Needy little slut.. Look at me." J craned your head back so you could look up at him from behind.

"Mouth, open it." You didn't question it. Your tongue lulled out and Joker grinned before spitting right down your throat. You recoiled but wisely swallowed.

He felt your pussy flutter around him and chuckled.

"Didn't have to tell you f__k, you're soo desperate! Ahh, soo obedient for me. Hmmm, were you a good cock slut for him too? Heh, course you were. You'd do anything for dick. Pathetic."

Joker pulled your hair again and you whined at the sting it left behind. His brutal strokes hadn't let up and they left you lightheaded and panting for air.

And Joker wanted to abuse that luxury. He let go of your hair to grab your neck from behind. You gasped and rested your hands on Joker's arm on instinct.

Normally in bed, Joker required that your hands be on him at all times so you could signal to him if he became too rough. But what use would it do since he completely disregarded your safe system?

He choked you with one hand and snaked his other down your body to play with your clit.

Your knees buckled once he found it and if it wasn't for J's hold on your neck, you would've crumbled to the floor.

Joker whispered dirty things into your ear but you couldn't hear a thing over the sound of your heart beating wildly. He was cutting off your air and as a result you were slipping fast.

"Oh no no no no no Bunny. None of that. Breathe."

He thrusted deep and released your throat which caused you to come on his dick.

The rush was unlike anything you've ever experienced. You didn't know whether to breathe it all in or pass out. You were high on oxygen and pleasure and crumbled to the floor in a semi comatose state.

You were floating but you could faintly feel Joker still beating up your walls. He followed your descent to the floor and caged you in with his body. You were bone tired and couldn't lift a finger, let alone try and stop him.

"Ah, p-please, J.. its too– ah! Too much!" You were still sensitive from your orgasm and, no surprise, Joker didn't care.

He continued to thrust himself deeper and deeper and panted on your shoulder in ecstasy. "S-Shut.. up n' take it. Take it. Take it. Take it. Take it.. yesss! Aww f-f__k! I'm gonna cum, pet."

You knew he was by the unabashed moans spilling from his lips. Joker sounded divine in the throes of passion and against your wishes, your pussy fluttered around him, prepping for another orgasm.

He felt it and hissed loudly. "Yeah, gimme another one, doll. I want it! Right. Now." Joker furiously rubbed your clit and snatched your orgasm right from under you.

Your mouth fell open in a silent scream as Joker's cock bottomed out for the final time. He emptied his seed into your greedy cunt with a feral groan.

"You're mine." Joker said and bit down on your shoulder, hard.

You screamed and tried to get away but Joker had you pinned underneath him. Your only option was to lie there and take whatever Joker had to offer.

And if you thought that Joker would come to his senses after sex and apologize, then you were sorely mistaken.

He lazily thrusted his dick one, or twice before pulling out with a sigh. Joker admired his work and located your torn shirt off to the side to wipe himself dry.

You whimpered at the sudden bereft feeling and hated that your pussy clenched around nothing in earnest. It aches for something you didn't want in the first place.

You didn't have the energy to lift your head but you heard Joker buckle his belt back and stand as if nothing happened.

"Catch your.. breath and meet me back in the uhh a-part-ment. I'm not done with ya."

Your eyes flew open when you heard his footsteps climb up the stairs. He was leaving you here, naked and bruised, only to find some strength and do this all over again upstairs?

He truly had lost his mind.

You must've whimpered because Joker stopped on the stairs and looked down. You met his cold gaze and shivered. Whatever smidgen of love that Joker held for you was long gone.

In its place was nothing but contempt. "Hurry up, pet. Don'T. Keep me waiting."

#thanks anon! #thanks for the ask! #reader insert #ledger joker #ledger joker x reader #joker x y/n #black!fem!reader #cross posted on ao3 #joker x reader #cross posted on wattpad #dark!Joker #other warnings in the post #trigger warnings #ledger joker smut #heath joker #joker smut #tw #dark knight joker #cnc k!nk #read at your own discretion #dark content up ahead #I love dark content in the morning #his lighthouse

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GOOD BOY GONE BAD |

Yeonjun - trust fund baby

synopsis: He was the ultimate, stereotypical rich kid. A trust fund baby having grown up with everything he wanted, never had to work an honest day in his life. You didn’t know exactly why your dad decided he was the ‘’ perfect fit ‘’ but you ended up being forced to marry him.

wc: 8.3k

pairing: f.m reader x yeonjun

genre: yandere, thriller

note: I decided to do short stories to post for a member every once in a while - every member gets assigned a song from the album somewhat related to the story + every other story has a good or bad ending, 🖤

there’s a lot of time-skips bc I didn’t want to make it too long, also the ending is so bad I’m terrible at endings

a/n + extra warning: this will probably be the darkest fic out of the all the members as it has non-con in it (not description, only ‘’ beginning of it ‘’ + talk of it after - and ofc this is in no way a reflection of yeonjun irl. This character is the most vile, disgusting, punchable asshole I’ve probably ever created. Pls read trigger warnings before continuing ⚠️⚠️⚠️

tw / trigger warning: non-con sex (SA), murder, degrading language, swearing, arranged marriage, forceful feeding, daddy issues & mommy issues, unhealthy attachment style, dacryphilia, LGBTQIA death

((none of the GIFs are mine, if you feel uncomfortable with yours being used in yandere fics pls message me <3 :) ))

He didn’t deserve any of it.

That was all you could think about as you walked the halls of your husband-to-be’s extravagant house. You had always had a deep-rooted hate for rich people. What had they really done in their past lives that made them so special, that made them so worthy of the privilege and easiness that was handed to them at their birth. What was it?

In all your years alive, you had never figured it out. You were quite spiritual due to your upbringing, and believed rich people or people in general who live comfortably with minimal pain - were people who had worked hard in the afterlife to earn points, being able to reincarnate to whatever they wanted to - yet it was still a mystery; why, how - you did not possess the true answers to these questions. You could only watch as they took everything they had for granted, while you barely had enough to survive.

Perhaps the person having the riches didn’t know himself, because he was arrogant, delusional and entitled, thinking the whole world was supposed to be catered to him. 

All he knew was that he wasn’t built for love. At least not normal and healthy love. He only knew obsessions and extremes, that was how he was raised with absent parents, always working. He knew that their parenting, or rather lack of lead to their son being unhealthily attached to his maids and that this would eventually affect his love-life too. He wouldn’t fall in love the typical way - no, he’d fall in ‘’ love ‘’ due to obsession, due to not being able to get whoever he desired whenever he desired it, like a kid throwing a tantrum.

You just happened to be an inconvenience - why did your father have to propose such an idea to a lustful, hormonal young man who was trying to figure out the world. 

So it was really your fault. You were the reason for his forbidden, hushed feelings; those that were dark, unwanted and scary - those he carried but could never show.

That’s why he looked down on you now, standing on the second floor at the top of the stairs - with a mix of emotions behind his eyes. Hatred, anger, maybe pity.

You looked quite kind, sweet and far too innocent for what he knew he wouldn’t be able to stop from happening to you.

He was going to ruin you completely, he’d enjoy it for sure but now all he could feel was sympathy for the broken down version, that was a complete 180 from this woman, that would come to be.

*******

The butler next to you shifted uncomfortably, very much embodying the tense and slightly awkward air in the room.

“ Welcome to house Choi, ma’am “ he pressed out before hurrying away.

You now stood in front of your husband. It all felt a little too unreal. Other than the person you had been married off to, there was also the fact that were was no wedding, no send off or goodbye, no nothing really.

It made it so much harder to accept your current reality.

“ Hello “

He was the first one to speak out of the two of you, now that you had been left alone, to your dismay.

“ Hi “ you said, only keeping the eye-contact briefly.

“ I’ll show you to our room “

You nodded, swallowing all the insults you wanted to hurl at your husband. He took you further into the second floor, where endless hallways stretched from a sort of pentagon shaped base. 

You followed him hurriedly, afraid to get lost - to the middle hallway, at the end of it was yet another unnecessarily extravagant and luxurious item, an almost white or beige tall door with gold carvings on it.

He pushed it open to reveal even more lavishness. You refused to show any sort of fascination or awe at any of it. Yet he still looked at you smugly while you took it all in though, as if expecting anyone to be immensely impressed.

You put down your bags at the end of the bed and sat on it, sighing deeply since you felt grateful for some time to yourself and to be able to rest. But your husband, Yeonjun seemed to linger for long in the doorframe, just watching you creepily.

You finally tore your eyes away from the floor and looked at him, an assertive look on your face.

‘‘ Can I get some alone time or will you stick to me at all times because we’re married now? ‘‘ you asked coldly while keeping eye-contact.

Something flashed behind his eyes, but just as quickly as you had seen it, it was gone and instead replaced by a cocky grin.

‘‘ You’re feisty, aren’t you? ‘‘ he laughed and then turned on his heel, but stopped before closing the door behind him.

‘‘ Ah, right. Dinner’s at 6, don’t be late ‘‘ he pointed at something behind you, a clock and then winked cheekily before finally exiting completely.

You buried yourself under the covers, barely having any time to think before you drifted off to sleep in a heartbeat. 

*******

A loud noise woke you up several hours later. You swore you had just dozed off for a couple of minutes. As the grogginess from sleep wore off, an angry Yeonjun came into your line of view.

He was staring down at you, tie undone and he looked like he could get on top of the bed and choke you just about then.

You sat up straight, now feeling a lot more awake with the fear-inducing eyes on you.

‘‘ S-sorry, did I..? ‘‘ you began, not quite sure yet what you had done wrong.

‘‘ Miss dinner? Yeah ‘‘ he wasted no time on closing the space between you, a hand gripping your arm and hoisting you up on your feet.

You only stared at him in fear but he paid you no mind - stubbornly forcing you to go down the stairs and sit to eat.

The fact that while glancing over and seeing that his seat was empty, made the whole situation more uncomfortable. He was standing to your left, very close and just staring at you waiting for you to eat.

You didn’t even realise you were sweating - you should’ve just taken a bite, to satisfy him but for some reason you couldn’t. The anxiety paired with the intense stare on you made you unable to hold your fork straight.

After a while he was even more fed up. One hand grabbed ahold of your jawline while the other grabbed the fork with a bit of meat. He then forced your mouth open and shoved it in so forcefully that you felt the ends of the fork stab the roof of your mouth.

You winched away from him, but he was already going for another bite. This time you let him open your mouth without much resistance.

When his eyes lingered on you again you quickly swallowed. He looked satisfied and you made the mistake of thinking he wasn’t angry anymore; that, that was the end of it.

He led you upstairs again, into your shared bedroom and closed the door behind. Everything was normal at first, he got ready for bed without saying a word - you of course turned away when he took his shirt off and instead went to the bathroom to do the same thing and brush your teeth.

You ended up admiring the nightgown he had given you. It was a bit too short but it was very cute with bows and lace at the edges. You smiled for the first time that day at such a small thing.

Then you braced yourself before walking out again. You barely looked at him before crawling into bed but felt how the bed dipped as he got in too.

Why was he being so quiet?

‘‘ Goodnight ‘‘ you said, hesitantly.

You felt your cheeks slightly heat up at the long silence after. Then you heard shuffling and felt him turn around to face you.

You felt uncomfortable again, closing your eyes and trying to think of anything but the fact that he was so close. That’s when he started to move closer, his heavy breath eventually tickling your neck as he buried his head in the crook of it.

‘‘ Aren’t you gonna give me a wedding gift? Stay still for me ‘‘ he said in a half-whisper, his husky voice sending shivers down your back.

Your furrowed your brows and was about to ask what he meant. 

‘’ I deserve this ‘’ he added.

Yeonjun’s hand slipped under the nightgown, lifting it so your underwear was exposed. You gasped and instantly reacted by trying to tug it down but his hand caught your wrist.

He liked how you struggled in his iron-like grip, he was stronger than you, way stronger and he was very determined to get what he had been waiting all day for.

You whimpered as you felt yourself run out of energy to keep trying to fight back and the realisation that the inevitable would happen because of it, broke your heart; tears streamed down your face as he flipped you over on your stomach.

Yeonjun felt ecstatic. He had been waiting too long for this, the moment you were declared his wife he wanted to mark you as his - practically willing to go to your house straight away. But he composed himself, he wanted it to be special. 

As special as it can be for someone who is sick and is only able to love sickly. In his fantasy it wasn’t romantic, it was a sort of ceremony. For his pleasure, and for your submission to be put into stone.

What he hadn’t expected though was for him to enjoy your tears so much. While watching you now, face down and pressed to the pillow with muffled sobs escaping you - he felt arousal and ecstasy and most of all power, all that he craved in front of him and within.

You did that to him. You brought out those addictive feelings. It was your fault you made him feel like this.

And finally he’d be able to punish you for it, something sure to leave a mark forever.

*******

The sun shined right onto your face early in the morning, making you toss and turn and realise at the same time that you were unfortunately alive - you had prayed to not wake up again, but alas God never listens.

The memories of the night before came flooding back to you but you tried your best to push them away by repeating random words inside your head in hopes of your brain latching on to something else.

You cautiously peeked at the man beside you. Seeing that monster after what he did to you almost made you throw up. The glance was quick, he looked like he was sleeping comfortably, resting on one of his arms that was stretched up and under his head.

Despite you crying yourself to sleep and wishing to never wake up again, there was one thing you had wished for more - for him to never wake up again. It would be the ultimate karma if he never did. You would inherit his fortune living comfortably in this big mansion all alone, not a man in sight to disturb you.

But whenever you allowed your mind to wander like that the more realistic thoughts would hit, unfortunately. Saying that if it sounded too good to be true, it was very likely to be so.

Soon enough, you felt your husband’s hands wrap around your waist, tugging you so close that your back was touching him.

Involuntarily you began to shake, thinking he was going to repeat his horrific acts until you showed submission and obedience.

A sudden deep laugh caught you off guard.

“ You can’t even look at me “ Yeonjun said, tauntingly.

You closed your eyes praying to whatever God was out there to not make you cry in this moment, to not show weakness.

“ You’re still fighting, which makes it more fun for me “ he added.

“ But really, we both know you should give up, especially after yesterday “ he sneered.

Your body froze, you felt like you had to get out of his arms because they were not a safe space. Putting your weight on your forearm, you pushed with it to sort of shuffle out of his hold.

He scoffed and not even a second later you were pulled back into his arms without any effort.

It felt humiliating and defeating.

“ You’re so fucking weak “

His words hit like knives, and he knew it did.

The dark, mocking chuckles that followed felt very disturbing. But nonetheless, you were still extremely determined to not give in completely and let yourself cry. It proved to be harder than you had thought. You almost flinched and audibly gagged when you felt his disgusting hands wandering and snaking around your waist again. It took a lot of effort to not do any of that, on top of not crying - it was honestly exhausting.

Your eyelids began feeling heavy again. Yeonjun felt you relax - finally not fighting back anymore, which surprised him. Instead of having to fight the emotions from overtaking you, you now had to fight to stay awake, because there was no way in hell you’d let yourself fall asleep around him and be as vulnerable as can be.

It was taking all of your energy to stay awake though. The man behind you gave you a rare smile, one only he could see. He couldn’t help but find you cute in that moment. You looked very vulnerable - fighting deeply against the unfairness of the world, but in the end, succumbing to something as simple as a basic human need.

How pathetic

As your breathing became heavier, head hanging only for it to dart back up a few seconds later - along with you desperately trying to tell yourself words in your mind to stay awake, you eventually was not able to fight the laws of the nature.

Your head dipped again, but this time you fell asleep deeply. Soundly sleeping comfortably in the arms of your abuser.

Yeonjun looked down at you with a newfound curiosity. In a way it was bittersweet - he could have manipulated you, played his cards right and made you fall in love but in the end he knew it was gonna be a one-sided relationship again, like all his past relationships, wether it be romantic or platonic.

He was scared of going out of his usual routine. New things or experiences scared him and he didn’t feel that anything such would go his way. If you knew this, maybe you wouldn’t blame him but then again, that was probably just him making excuses for acting badly towards people.

He hadn’t known any other way but for some reason you had to suffer because of it - Yeonjun knew that wasn’t fair, but he felt he couldn’t help it. It’s very hard to break free from the way you’re programmed to do, every day of your life.

Your newfound husband thought this as he looked at his wife. He didn’t want to do anything inappropriate at that moment, he just wanted to watch you sleep, curiously.

You looked the most comfortable and safe when you slept, a slight upturn of the corners of your mouth was something that indicated this, and something he had noticed the night before.

Maybe it was because that was the only place that felt truly safe for you. If he was normal, he would’ve started to feel immense guilt by now, but Yeonjun felt nothing.

He felt that very thing he did - he did for a reason and putting oneself’s first as a priority wasn’t a bad thing.

*******

When you opened your eyes again, it didn’t take long for you to recall what had happened just before you fell asleep. However, you quickly realised you couldn’t feel his strong hold around you anymore.

You looked behind you and then scanned the rest of the room and came to the conclusion that he must’ve got up and left the room. You let out a relieved sigh, not sure if you could handle his suffocating presence again. You were thankful for the few moments alone you got.

So you sat there for several minutes - not particularly admiring the room like you would’ve if this was normal, because it was anything but normal. Instead you were looking around the room to look for weapons and escape routes.

It was spacious, should he chase you; but it had downsides - it didn’t have any good weapons, maybe purposefully and it only had the one door to the bathroom, the other door to the entrance and windows that were far too high up.

You went over the pros and cons of jumping through the window, because you were way too sure there was no way you’d get out through the front; he had those terrifying guards, maids and probably an alarm. In short, way too many things to alert the devil that you were trying to escape.

If you were to jump, you might break a leg or two at most, you could handle one leg or a broken ankle, as well as a broken arm but maybe you were being way too optimistic. Either way you refused to let the small spark of hope inside die.

Firm knocks interrupted your thoughts. You glanced to the door just in time to see it open, revealing Yeonjun. He hadn’t even waited for you to give an answer, the thought made you scoff as you met his eyes - of course not.

‘‘ You’re finally up ‘‘ he said plainly.

You pursed your lips and nodded.

‘‘ Let’s go down then, my maids are waiting for you ‘‘

You furrowed your brows confusedly. His maids? What could they possibly want?

He laughed at your puzzled expression.

‘‘ To bathe you ‘‘ 

‘‘ To, bathe- ‘‘ you stuttered.

But your husband had already turned on his heel.

‘‘ I have short patience, move it ‘‘ he warned while looking over his shoulder at you, not stopping once.

You hurriedly followed and on the way down the staircase you looked around like you had done in the bedroom to look for escape routes and possible weapons. The sight disappointed you yet again, and without meaning to you let out a defeated sigh.

‘‘ No need to look, there’s no way out of here ‘‘ he snickered in front of you with his back turned.

‘‘ What? I wasn’t- ‘‘

‘‘ I have cameras, everywhere ‘‘ 

You swallowed the uncomfortable feeling in your throat. Technically you hadn’t done anything wrong but you were terrified of getting punished again, which was why you felt like you were now walking on eggshells.

You followed him all the way down the many notorious hallways - ending up outside a smaller bathroom, luxurious nonetheless, with the door standing open and revealing one maid kneeling by the bathtub. It looked like she was scrubbing it. When she heard your footsteps coming to a halt in front of the bathroom she looked up and gave a polite smile.

‘‘ Hello, master ‘‘

You cringed at the word.

‘‘ Take care of her ‘‘ Yeonjun said, barely reacting to what she had called him.

The maid nodded and then turned her attention to you.

‘‘ Welcome, y/n. We’re very happy you’re here ‘‘ she said, warmly.

You had to bite your tongue to hold yourself back from exploding in anger or giving her a sarcastic comment. Still, you realised they most likely had no choice in what to say or do when it came to their ‘master’s’ house.

A hand grazed your lower back, sending shivers down your spine, before giving you a slight nudge that made you take a step forwards.

You were about to look back and say something but yet again he was already on his way. You scoffed. He did how he pleased at all times.

‘‘ Y/n? ‘‘ the maid’s soft voice caught your attention again.

‘‘ Hm? ‘‘ you said mindlessly, still watching your husband striding down the corridor.

You wondered what he was in such a hurry to do, where was he going?

‘‘ By orders, I have to wash you. Please enter ‘‘ she said, the polite smile faltering a bit showing that her patience was running out.

You sighed and stepped inside. Not long after an arm reached behind you and closed the door, locking it.

The maid clearly didn’t want to waste any more time, because as soon as the click echoed in the small room - her petite hands quickly found the rim of your t-shirt. She was keeping eye-contact to get consent so she could continue undressing you, and it weirdly felt very intimate yet appreciative.

You nodded, smiling awkwardly. It was clear that both of you wanted it to be over with, so you weren’t going to fight and risk making it last longer.

She pulled the shirt over your head and looked into your eyes again when reaching for your pants. You nodded, avoiding eye-contact.

She did the rest swiftly and then told you to wait while preparing the bath. As she was doing so, you got the chance to really look at her. You couldn’t stop yourself even if you really wanted to. 

You were planning on leaving this place anyway and didn’t want to have to save people you had just met. But you couldn’t help but feel pity as you watched her turn on the tap. She looked young, but older than you by quite a few years and you knew deep inside that there was no way she was doing this job willingly, something you didn’t want to think about.

She also looked sad, her head was hanging most of the time, except for when she had to look into your eyes. It was obvious her polite, sweet smile was a trained automatic mechanism to appear fine and normal on the outside. But if you looked closer you could see the stress evident on her skin and her dark circles.

She turned to you now, with that smile on her face.

‘’ The bath is ready, miss ‘’

You got up and let yourself be lead into the bath, one hand holding onto hers for balance. While in you let out a satisfied breath. This was definitely the most relaxed you had felt since arriving at the mansion; a well deserved break.

After some time of having your eyes closed and a long silence, you opened your eyes again to thank the maid. Her hand was still holding yours but she looked back at you with such intensity that all your words got knocked out of you.

Her eyes were open wide, red specked like she hadn’t slept in days and her fingers tightened around your hand when she saw that she had finally caught your attention.

All you managed to get out was a confused groan.

‘’ Miss, you need to get out of here ‘’ she started, talking at a rapid speed.

‘’ It’s awful here you need to escape before it’s too late I know a way it will take time- ‘’ she added, so quickly it all melted into an incomprehensible mumble.

‘‘-slow down! ‘‘ you grabbed her shoulders to ground her and she breathed out shakily.

‘‘ I’m sorry, miss ‘‘ 

You smiled at her, seeing that she had calmed down but she looked rather disappointed in herself.

‘‘ You have to escape ‘‘ 

You tilted your head at this.

This was the last thing you had expected. The first worker you see is willing to risk their life to help you escape. Not only that, but they grab the first chance they get with you alone to tell you that you need to escape.

‘’ I know a way, I- ‘‘ 

‘‘-What? You know a way? Please tell me, hurry, please! ‘‘ 

It was your time to sound desperate now. You felt paranoid that Yeonjun would come back any minute now. Your heartbeat had picked up and you stared at her the same way, with the same intensity she had done just a few seconds ago.

‘‘ Yes, but it will take time, miss calm down ‘‘ her thumb stroked over your intertwined hands.

You breathed in and out deeply which made your heart-rate stabilise as well as calm your overactive mind which was overflowing with questions, having an urgent need for action.

‘‘ First, you need to gain his trust. You will have to do whatever it takes, no matter how much you hate it ‘‘ she nodded firmly when she saw you grimace at the idea.

‘‘ Then, once he trusts you enough he will let you go outside. You will always be with maids or guards outside but when the day comes that I’m the one to watch over you, you make a run for it! ‘‘ she said in a hushed, urgent voice.

‘‘ Where to? ‘‘ 

‘‘ At the end of the garden he has a botanical pathway, big plants and flowers cover it, but there’s a secret gate there at the very end that leads directly onto a footpath ‘‘

‘‘ You follow it and you will eventually reach a hill, on top you can see the neighbourhoods and the city. It won’t take long to get to the nearest house ‘‘

You nodded eagerly, now taking both of her hands into yours.

‘‘ Thank you, thank you so much ‘‘ your eyes welled up with tears of gratitude.

She gave you a genuine, wide smile full of hope for the first time.

‘‘ What are you doing? ‘‘ a curious and slightly disgusted voice asked.

You and the maid jumped at the new voice joining the conversation. None of you had noticed the door opening, Yeonjun must’ve opened it slowly because he heard hushed voices inside. 

But to your surprise, he didn’t look angry. He merely cocked an eyebrow and smirked when you looked at him bewildered and with what you could only imagine was a guilty expression.

‘‘ Are you two done? ‘‘

The maid snapped out of her shock and got up on her feet, pulling you up by the arm with her. She bowed deeply and seemed to keep her head hanging lower than usual, probably to hide her flushed cheeks.

‘‘ Yes, sorry sir ‘‘ she hurried to blurt out, voice shaky.

Yeonjun looked satisfied with her answer and turned his eyes to you again. An amused glint took over his brown eyes, that traveled over your body. That was the exact moment both you and the maid realised you were still naked.

You shrieked and immediately darted behind her to try and hide.

‘‘ Oh come on, it’s not like I haven’t seen it already ‘‘ he teased meanly. 

You felt yourself get angry again but held back when the maid’s words came into your head again. She, on the other hand looked embarrassed and slightly uncomfortable at his words.

Several seconds in silence passed without him moving an inch, he had a challenging look in his eyes whenever you dared meet them. So you sighed after finally having enough of the game and went past the maid to pick up your clothes.

You could feel both their eyes on you as you quickly got dressed but you ignored it and hoped that your cheeks wouldn’t be flushed as well.

Then you stood up and stepped out of the room to stand next to Yeonjun, ready to follow him. You gave the maid another small smile of gratitude.

‘‘ Let’s go ‘‘

*******

After your talk with the maid you barely saw her and you started to feel anxious, thinking your husband had gotten rid of her or somehow found out your scheming. Time was moving incredibly slow, it felt like he never let his noose around your neck go, never making things a bit easier for you or being a bit more lenient - no matter how much you took whatever he did to you.

Every night, you’d cry and pray that the next day would be different, that tomorrow would be the day he loosened the hold to give you the opportunity to escape.

You hoped he hadn’t noticed your sudden change in behaviour. Thankfully, you didn’t think so because he had acted the exact same the past week. He rarely showed affection unless it was concealed under a humiliating tone but nothing else had changed. He was away for most of the day, going to his prestigious school and studying some before coming to torment you.

But then, the day came at last. You had thought it was another normal day with the same routine, a day of similarity merging together with all the other mundane days. 

You got up at the same time as him like always. Then you went downstairs to make breakfast for him and with a dead, emotionless expression on your face, you served him. He finished eating and dragged you upstairs to sit on the bed, praised you for being a ‘’ good girl ‘’ and forcefully kissed you, like he always did because he was afraid of showing he actually loved you.

Then he went downstairs and you were expected to follow him. As you were about to close the door he spoke to the guard next to the door.

‘‘ Ah right, today, she’s allowed outside. Don’t let her get out of your sight ‘‘ 

You immediately lit up but you suppressed it from showing with all your might. The guard nodded and bowed as Yeonjun walked to his driver, meanwhile he himself turned to you.

He didn’t say anything, but just opened the door all the way so you could walk out. You gave him what you thought was a weak smile, filled with uncertainty and nervousness and then followed as he started walking down the garden.

The garden was a lot bigger than you had imagined, something that would be a disadvantage to a person looking to escape. It was wide, long and open - not having many hiding-spots due to the big flower bushes being far from the path. They followed the huge cobble-wall that seemed to go as far as you looked.

The guard came to a halt about halfway down the path. If you continued down the steps that were a few meters away, there was a crossroad, one way to the left, where you assumed hot-springs were, due to the cloud of steam emitting from over there - and one straight way that looked thick with bushes almost swallowing the small path, you were sure that was where you’d reach the botanical garden the maid was talking about.

You made a mental note of it and then walked over to the wooden bench that the guard was pointing to. He lingered for a few minutes behind, keeping a close watch on you but left momentarily to answer a phone-call.

When he returned he barked orders at the handful of gardeners watering the plants to keep an eye on you as he had to do something important.

This could be your only chance.

The only problem was that you had to distract them somehow. But you thought there were a few ways although a shot in the dark, that you had to try. Not trying would make you more disappointed in yourself than trying to escape and then getting caught.

So you took a few calming breaths to prepare yourself and then approached the one closest to you. She was an elderly lady and was crouched down, picking some berries.

‘‘ Excuse me? ‘‘

You went over the practiced lines and plan once more in your head and tried to give her a confident smile.

The elderly woman turned her head towards you and blinked a few times, a blank expression on her face.

‘‘ Um, well I saw that there were some kids over by the entrance, they were apparently cutting off the flowers to give to someone else ‘‘

She continued to stare at you with a puzzled expression but gave no answer. When you saw her head turn to look at the other workers you panicked a bit, she didn’t seem to believe you so you had to give everything you got.

‘‘ Really, think of how disappointed Yeonjun would be when he finds out, your master ‘‘

Her eyes bulged as soon as you mentioned Yeonjun and she quickly scrambled to her feet, setting off on a half-run straight away.

You hurried down the steps, getting even closer to the crossway now and hid along with the wall. The gardeners who were working on the flowerbeds further away looked at each other confusedly. 

You got lucky, they started to move to follow the elderly woman meanwhile the ones closest to the mansion’s wall, where they couldn’t see you, stayed behind.

Just like you had planned in your head, you waited a bit longer before you would try to run for it.

You started to count down a minute, glancing a lot at the workers above and down the path again. It seemed quiet, so you slowly moved along the wall.

‘‘ What do you think you’re doing? ‘‘

The blood in your veins froze.

That voice...the one you hated so much. 

It was coming from right behind you. Somehow, being caught redhanded made your fight or flight kick in and you ran for it without looking back.

You could hear steps coming closer and closer.

Heading straight for the overgrown botanical garden you jumped into a rose bush some meters in. Running wasn’t your strongest suit so you figured hiding was the smartest move, and also since he’d know exactly what you would’ve been heading for. 

The steps became louder and you held your breath as they went right past you. The sound disappeared completely as the distance between you and your captor increased. How you wished there was another way out though; all you could do now was to wait for him to run back after realising you weren’t there and then you could crawl out and make a run for it again.

It would take way longer than you had anticipated.

It felt like you had sat still for hours in the bush, not daring to move around or barely breathe. The sky had even turned dark before you felt brave enough to peek out from your hiding spot.

Every sound made your anxiety spike - every rustling leaf or crunch from the gravel below your feet. Maybe it wasn’t too late to turn back? You could go out and up to the house, beg on your knees for Yeonjun to forgive you and maybe you’d be left alone, unhurt. 

You quickly shook off this thought invading your mind, it was too late to turn back now, you had waited too long for this opportunity to escape your personal hell on earth to chicken out now.

You remembered what your mom had told you - if you try there’s a 50/50 chance, if you don’t, it’s 0%. With these words echoing in your mind you finally pushed the last bush aside, revealing the path again to you.

A quick glance from side to side told you that no one was on it. You also listened for a few seconds but all that could be heard in the deafening silence were your own heavy breaths. 

You took a hesitant step out, being fully out in the open now to whoever had a view of the botanical garden’s entrance. It felt as if the sound of your heart drumming in your chest would cause it to jump out any minute - maybe along with any predators that lurked in these corners. 

The path cleared only for you to come face to face with an overgrown bit again but you knew that this was the way out, the hidden door. Pushing through it would prove to be quite the hassle. Thorns cut your skin easily and you hissed while trying to ignore the warm liquid pouring down slowly.

There wasn’t much left now, the maid can’t have meant a long path.

Right as you were beginning to see the clearing through the thinner leaves in front, you were yanked back by your hair.

You yelped in pain and tried to get out of the person’s hold. Deep down, you knew who it was which only made you thrash around frantically, desperately trying to get away from your predator.

‘‘ Found you ‘‘

His voice was low with no amusement in it, like he was tired and quite irritated. You felt cold metal touch the exposed skin on your neck, and seconds later you weren’t able to continue fighting back.

You cursed yourself, Yeonjun and even the world for being so unfair - expecting your vision to get blurry and accepting it when you fell into darkness again. 

*******

Your husband stood in front of your slumped form now. The guards had tied you up behind the pillar like they were told and he was just waiting for you to wake up.

Yeonjun was feeling only a little bit bad about what was about to happen, but you had tried to escape after all. Although it wasn’t successful, you had almost put everything on the line. If the public found out that a top businessman’s son had treated his wife like that, then the empire wouldn’t be his to take over. He couldn’t let that happen, so he needed to teach you a lesson - never escape again, never even try it.

Minutes passed and he was getting impatient. He walked over and nudged you with his foot, like you were no more than an animal that he didn’t want to be associated with.

You stirred slightly and then opened your eyes. Immediately you wished you could go back to being asleep, the only place you seemed to get peace.

The first thing you saw was your dad. Hands and feet bound and kneeling on the floor with a gag in his mouth. He looked rough. There were visible cuts on his face and his head was hanging looking like just holding his head up was tiresome. 

‘‘ What have you done to him? Why is he here? ‘‘ you asked, voice hoarse.

You felt exactly like your dad, tired and like you had given up. That hope you had so desperately held on to was not at all evident in your voice now.

Yeonjun crouched down next to you and the corners of his mouth curled up. There was no frustration in his eyes anymore, he met yours confidently - he had after all gotten what he wanted.

‘‘ Your dad is here...because you couldn’t behave ‘‘ he says, mockingly slow like you were a child or too stupid to understand.

You didn’t answer him, you only looked at your dad with pity. Somehow you knew what was going to happen to him but you felt too tired and angry to care. Nothing really surprised you now anyway, especially when it came to the extent of Yeonjun’s sadism and cruelty. 

His eyebrows twitched while watching you, he was confused.

‘‘ You don’t care? ‘‘

At that you saw your father move, his head raising to somewhat try to look at you. Something stirred in your heart; no matter what he had done to you, you could never hate him. No matter how hard you’d try, there would always be a sense of love and care for him. You wanted him to be happy and healthy, not here to meet a horrible fate that was due to your reckless actions.

The realisation of your true feelings made a single tear fall. You looked at him and met his eyes, smiling bittersweetly.

‘‘ I do ‘‘

‘‘ But? ‘‘ 

‘‘ There’s nothing I can do ‘‘

His arrogant laugh echoed. Not long after, he started to turn his head to focus on your dad, as if expecting something.

‘‘ I think there’s something you should know. Before your dad meets his fate that is ‘‘

Yeonjun paid you no attention as you stared bewildered at him, not sure what to expect.

He smirked again, eyes never leaving your dad. You saw in the corner of your eye how one of his guards moved from behind.

‘‘ You see, your dad never sold you off, not easily anyway ‘‘ you blinked at him, dread slowly creeping up on you.

‘‘ He was forced to. My dad threatened that he would kill you when your dad failed to follow through a payment. This was the only way he could save your life although immediately putting his own in misery ‘‘ he laughed mockingly to your dad.

‘‘ How pathetic ‘‘

Your eyes stung with fresh tears. You wished so badly that he was wrong; that your dad had really been an awful person to give his daughter up like that. But reality was often much more crueler than you’d expect, making this goodbye a deeply painful one.

Yeonjun felt amused as he watched your dad cry upon seeing your tears fall. He had lived with such guilt and pain, having to know every day that you hated him. But now, he felt more the pain of seeing his beloved daughter cry as she realised something and as he knew they would soon be separated again.

During the time you were apart and you hated him, he couldn’t help but think like a father - was your husband treating you okay? Were you fed and cared for? Did you feel lonely?

It ached his heart to come face to face with the person he had been forced to give you off to - a couple of days ago when he had visited your parents’ home, there to take him away and cause his daughter more pain.

Still he felt immensely grateful that the truth would come out before you had to say your goodbyes. It hurt too much on his soul to know you had hatred for him, for something he only did to save you.

Your dad saw it too, the man approaching him while you were focused on Yeonjun, hanging on to every word he said. Therefor he hurried to say his last words.

‘‘ I love you, y/n, goodbye ‘‘

Your head whipped around at his words just as the wandering man plunged a sword through his heart. It felt as if your whole world came crashing down. The lifeless body of your dad fell to the ground and a thick silence followed.

You started to sob uncontrollably, breaths getting quicker. Yeonjun smiled at the mess he had created and then sat down fully next to you, his back resting against the pillar. 

He let you cry there for a long time. You weren’t even sure how long had passed when your sobs calmed down and you felt like there wasn’t an ounce of water left to cry out anymore.

It seemed as if his niceties had been extended for a reason though as more was yet to come. The entrance door opened, the maid coming in with two guards behind her and she was tied just like your dad had been.

You furrowed your brows in confusion and sat up straight, the grogginess from crying quickly disappearing.

Yeonjun got up too, looking happy that there was some new action. This time, he decided to go over to the maid.

He took a hold of your maid’s hair that was neatly tied into a bun and yanked it forwards, earning a yelp of pain from her. Now that she was closer, you could see that she also had marks of resistance, cuts that were bleeding and even old bruises. It made you feel like you could cry again.

Was this all because of you?

‘‘ Do you recognise her? ‘‘

You nodded; mind working overdrive to try and find a possible way he could’ve found out.

‘‘ The one who helped you escape, right? ‘‘ 

He tilted his head while looking down at her degradingly. 

‘‘ And does she know? ‘‘ he met your eyes, smirking and visibly enjoying your puzzled expression that then turned into a horrified realisation.

The maid kept her head down and you were thankful you didn’t have to meet her eyes as your husband continued his torture session.

‘‘ Does she know that all it takes for little y/n to catch feelings is...someone being nice to her? ‘‘ he scoffed ‘‘ So pitiful ‘‘

You felt your face burn in embarrassment, fresh tears threatening to spill at any moment.

‘‘ And an older woman at that ‘‘ 

You refused to meet any of their eyes. 

‘‘ Is it maybe to make up for the lack of love your mommy gave you? ‘‘ he smiled gleefully, not even trying to hide his sadistic emotions.

It was starting to feel painful and uncomfortable. You twisted - trying to in any way get away from the words hitting you, insulting you. The painful childhood memories that somehow Yeonjun had known was hitting every deep spot you had fought so hard to keep buried, and he knew this.

‘‘ But I feel betrayed, by both of you. So someone has to pay ‘‘ he added.

You immediately found his eyes again.

‘‘ Please! Don’t hurt her, just kill me instead! ‘‘ 

You didn’t know if you were begging for him to kill you for your sake more than the maid’s, because after all there’s no way you actually had feelings for her already, right?

You had laid awake every night since then thinking about her. Wondering if she was safe and happy but that must all be normal? She had helped you after all. Either way, there was no way Yeonjun was going to kill you, in the end it’s not the dead you should feel bad for and that are in pain, it’s the living.

Both the maid and you knew what was coming. You gave her a sad, apologetic smile and refused to let your true feelings show; even as the guard reached the second victim, plunging the sword deep into her heart and as her lifeless body hit the floor, you refused to cry. 

You knew that wasn’t what she would’ve wanted you to do anyway. She would’ve wanted you to get revenge and escape on both of your behalves. Just like that, the spark of hope inside came alive again.

No matter what, you had to go through with the plan the maid had told you about a week ago. That time she had approached you and told you about what was going to happen when you’d try to escape.

/

‘‘ They know you’re gonna escape soon. Everyone’s on high alert, even if they’re doing everything to not show it ‘‘ 

You blinked at her, caught off guard by her sudden appearance behind you. You hadn’t seen her since that time she told you about the plan.

A few other maids passed by and you smiled as to not draw attention to yourselves.

‘‘ How do they know? ‘‘ you whispered urgently.

The maid sighed.

‘‘ I overheard maids gossiping as I was cleaning one of the bathrooms a few days ago ‘‘

You sighed now too.

‘‘ Don’t worry. I know their whole plan, you just have to be the perfect actress and then after- when they’ve..killed me. That’s when you can go ‘‘

‘‘ W-what do you mean kill you? ‘‘

She gave you a sad smile, full of meaning.

‘‘ You have to let them kill me for this to work, just trust me please ‘‘ she pleaded, eyes glossy.

‘‘ Okay...I guess I have no other choice ‘‘ you answered after a few moments of hesitating ‘‘ I will trust you ‘‘.

/

As if on cue while you reminisced the memory - all of the guards, maids and even Yeonjun covered their yawning mouths, sudden sleepiness hitting them. It quickly escalated and they grabbed whatever was nearest to not plunge to the floor.

The maid’s plan had worked, the sleeping pills she had slipped into their drinks had worked.

Fresh tears streamed down freely down your cheeks now as you whispered a small ‘’ thank you ‘’ to her still body. Then you untied yourself and stood up. 

It didn’t take long for you to gather your stuff and finally be able to leave your personal hellhole. You opened the door cautiously as if you were expecting someone to be outside the front door ready to ambush you. 

But it was deserted, not even a gardener in sight. You stopped for a moment, having the time to do so as you had already called for a taxi; you just stood there, still and finally feeling at peace, breathing in the fresh air.

You weren’t sure how long the pills would last - the two of you had discussed the use of poison to really be sure they wouldn’t come after you but the maid insisted to use a non-killing option. She explained that he had way more people working for him, they would try to get their revenge by either killing you or getting you convicted, aka a life sentence is prison. So, you had to reluctantly agree. 

But for now, you weren’t too anxious with thoughts of them waking up and possibly finding you within a week because - At last, you were free.

-

a/n: thank u for reading, this is my longest fic yet! also plz don’t drink and write LMAO, this is how the first draft went, I hope it makes u laugh as much as it made me;

In all your years alive, you had never figured it out. You were quite sporitual, and believed rich peoplöe were people who had worked hard in the afteife to rarn points to reincarnatw to whatever they wanted to - yet it eas still a myserty, why, how . you did not posoess tthese questi0jsl

Perhaps the person havijng the riches didnät know himlsef, becausde he was arogant, delusional and enititled, tnining the whole world was supposed to be catered to him.

All he knew was that he wasn’t bu9lt for love. At leadt npt normal and healthy love. He only knew obsessions and extemes, that was how he was raisefd with absednt parents, always fowkring, Hr  knew rhat their faith would eventually ebefall his fown, he wouldnät gall in love the picak way - no, heäd faöö in lovde due to obsession, due to not being able to get whoever he desire whenver he desired it.

holyt shit i cans bareky see my screen hi w will

#yandere yeonjun #yandere txt #yandere kpop #kpop yandere #goodboygonebadseries #yandere tomorrow x together #txt imagines #txt scenarios #kpop dark romance #tomorrow x together

[weskers-bloody-brat]

🚫 No interactues si eres menor/Minors don't interact 🚫

Note: I'll write in English and Spanish (but mainly in spanish 'cause yes, is my first language, ok?). Pink is for Spanish and orange is for English. Is my first time writing something like this so I hope you do like. 🖤 English isn't my first language so if you see any mistake please notify me. 🖤🖤

Nota: Voy a escribir a partir de ahora en inglés y español (pero principalmente en español porque ajá, es el idioma que hablo, ¿ok?). El rosa es para las cosas en español y el naranja para lo que está en inglés. Es la primera vez que escribo algo de este tipo, así que espero les guste. 🖤

TW: nsfw!, o b s c e n i t i e s, v i o l e n c e, mention of B D S M.

TW: nsfw!, O b s e n i d a d e s, v i o l e n c i a, escenas B D S M.

K i n k y Stuff I think Wesker likes (because I'm a mentally i l l person with much free time).

1. Wrestling: Not like punching you in the face; more like throwing you to the floor and subduing you when you push him away, hug you tight so you don't escape or hold your neck so you don't move; perhaps a naughty/bratty (but not trouble) partner can be interesting for him. I think a lot in (a kind of sexual) Grecoroman wrestling too.

2. Bondage/handcuffs/cage: He looks like he appreciates the art of bondage.

He loves controlling when you can touch him or when you move. He may even tie you up in a corner or lock you gagged in a cage while he works, just glancing at you from time to time (like if you were his pet).

3. Role-playing: I don't know, but "kidnapping" you (I think this wouldn't exactly be role-playing at all) or treating you like a pet is his thing. Maybe he likes it when you call him "Sir" and act like he's your divine evil master. I don't think he likes play a police but maybe can work if you tell him "Captain".

4. Orgasms Controlling: He's a control maniac, there's no more (haha). I'm sure he likes you to have orgasm after orgasm or failing that he overstimulates you but doesn't let you come until you beg him a lot.

5. Leather suits: I don't think he likes the texture or smell of this material; I'm sure he prefers it because of what it symbolizes (toughness, dominance, power, even elegance, you know) and the menacing image he likes to project.

6. Dacryphilia: He loves to see you cry and beg for more. See how confused you are by pain and pleasure. I think he likes deep oral sex, you know, putting his dick down your throat until you can't take it anymore and you gag; he is one of those who does it over and over again while the saliva slips out of your mouth and mixes with your tears. I don't have evidence but neither doubts that listen to your desperate crying and pleas for him to stop, for mercy, to leave you alone they make him horny

7. Degradation: He loves to ruin your body and your life (and we love that he does. We love it so much we ask for more when he's done). If you like being belittled, scolded or humiliated, this man will make you very happy.

8. Marks: he loves any type of mark on your body made by him, such as bites around his neck and nape, chest, lips; red marks from slapping and spanking, or having your wrists tied

In conclusion: any shit where he can demonstrate his power, control over you and ability to dominate and ruin you suits him.

Cosas K i n k y s que creo que le gustarían a Wesker (porque soy una persona con pr0bl3m4s psicológicos con mucho tiempo libre)

1. Lucha/Forcejeos: No como si te golpeara en la cara a puño cerrado; es más como tirarte al suelo y someterte cuando lo empujas, abrazarte por la cintura para que no escapes o tomarte por el cuello para que no te muevas; puede que una pareja traviesa/rebelde (pero no problemática) le resulte interesante. También pienso un montón en una especie de lucha (sexual) grecorromana.

2. Bondage/esposas/jaulas: Luce como alguien que aprecia el arte del bondage.

Ama controlar cuándo puedes tocarlo o moverte. Incluso te puede atar en una esquina o encerrarte con una mordaza en una jaula, sólo mirándote de vez en cuando (como si fueses su experimento-mascota).

3. Juegos de Rol: No lo sé, pero "secuestrarte" (no creo que esto sea del todo un juego de rol) o tratarte como su mascota es algo que va con él. Tal vez le gusta que le digas "Señor" y que actúes como si él fuese una especie de Dios malvado. No creo que le guste el rol de policía, pero sí le gusta que lo llames "Capitán".

4. Control de Orgasmos: Es un maniaco controlador, no hay más (jaja). Estoy segure que le encanta hacer que tengas orgasmo tras orgasmo, o sobreestimularte pero sin dejarte venir hasta que le supliques un montón.

5. Ropa de cuero: No creo que le guste la textura o el olor del material; siento que lo prefiere por lo que simboliza (rudeza, dominio, poder, algo de elegancia, ya sabes) y por la imagen amenazadora que le gusta proyectar.

6. Dacrifilia: Ama verte llorar y suplicar por más. Mirar qué tan confundide estás por el placer y dolor. Siento que le encanta el sexo oral muuuy profundo, ya sabes, poner su verga en tu garganta hasta que no puedas más y te atragantes; es de los que les gusta meterla una y otra vez hasta que la saliva se escurra de tu boca y se mezcle con tus lágrimas. No tengo evidencias pero tampoco dudas que escuchar tus lamentos desesperados y súplicas para que pare, por misericordia y para que te deje en paz lo calientan.

7: Degradación: Ama arruinar tu cuerpo y tu vida (y amamos que lo haga, tanto que pedimos más cuando termina). Si te gusta que te menosprecien, regañen o humillen, entonces este hombre te hará muy feliz.

8. Marcas: le encanta cualquier tipo de marca en tu cuerpo hecha por él, como mordidas alrededor de tu cuello y nuca, pecho, labios; marcas rojas de bofetadas y nalgadas, o de tener las muñecas atadas

En conclusión: cualquier mierda donde pueda demostrar su poder, control sobre ti y habilidad para dominarte y arruinarte le va.

#gifs aren't mine #albert wesker #albert wesker imagine #resident evil #re 5 #resident evil wesker #albert wesker re5 #my text #ns/fw

[lacheri]

I told you before but I'll say it again for Thirsty Thursday. Levi with a lipstick kink. (ﾟ⊿ﾟ)

….. ://///

content: Levi being down bad, dacryphilia, ruining kink, minors DNI

Levi almost can’t believe himself. Stopped in the middle of your shared bedroom, he catches a glimpse of your reflection through the cracked door of the bathroom. Light casts paths on the floor, leading directly to your illuminated silhouette. You’re tucking curled strands of hair behind your ear, frowning at the mirror and you attempt to tame the locks. He watches you sigh, placing your hands down onto the marbled countertops of the sink.

Levi’s jaw brushes the floor as you pick up a tube of lipstick, part your lips, and smear it across your pout. You pointer finger prods through your mouth, and you suck gently, and he watches intently as the color coats your digit instead of your teeth. Your eyes connect in the reflection.

Levi is made up of an unbuttoned crisp white shirt, belt unbuckled in his hands. He can’t move, stuck in the act of undressing himself from a hard day’s work. You freeze as well, blinking slowly through thick lashes and curious eyes. Suddenly, Levi feels like he had never had a single drop of water grace his throat before.

You move at the same time, and only then does Levi notice your clothing — or lack thereof. Adorned in a just a bra and a pair of shorts, you wear jewelry gifted from his hands from years worth of holidays and birthdays. He stares at the glinting diamond necklace around your collarbone, dragging his gaze upwards back to your lips. His feet propel him forward to meet you halfway, his hands coming out to immediately greet your waist.

“Well what are you all dolled up for?” Levi rasps, his breath catching in his throat as you purse your lips and rub them together. It appears like velvet, soft, inviting, and plush. He wants your lips all over his body.

“Thought we could go out later, it’s the weekend,” your smile is dazzling and Levi feels blinded. “Plus, you’ve been working so hard. Thought I’d treat you to me putting in a little effort.”

He hears the teasing in your voice, sees the wag in your brows. You could wear a trash bag and Levi would find himself romanticizing garbage. Not a stick of makeup on your face, no evidence of a brush in your mane, and Levi would still love you just as much as he would with you like this — face painted like a fucking movie star.

He clears his throat, “I don’t want to go out.”

Your smile quivers, and your forehead creases, “What do you want to do then?”

Levi bites his lip, and his attention is right back on your colored pout, “You.”

His clothes abandoned quickly, he spreads his legs for you, sitting on the edge of the mattress. Your painted lips leave marks across his skin — it’s nearly artistic in placement. His neck dotted in colored lines in the shape of your kisses, your saliva a gloss as you descend down to your knees.

Levi watches the lipstick leave rings at the base of his cock, and snaps in the moment. He grunts, taking your hair into his fists, and guides you down his length.

Your eyes water as you swallow him, and you look up.

Levi can’t believe himself when he takes his thumb to your cheek, and smears the mascara across the fat of your cheek on purpose.

Levi can’t believe how fast he cums looking down at your pretty little face getting ruined by him, and him alone. Who needs makeup remover when you have Levi Ackerman?

#cherry’s thirsty thursdays #levi thirst #I love mochi! #mootz 🖤 #cherieanswers #tw: dacryphilia

[vennysplanet]

If your requests are open, could you write abt Tsukishima x female reader, and she's bitchy towards him for no reason and one day he just snaps? It can be dubcon or noncon idrc!

a/n? mmmm mean tsukii putting bitchy reader in her place ?? that’s a pussy throb. thanks for requesting, hope you enjoyy🖤. sometimes i don’t get the assignment 😭😭 .. but if this was not what you wanted please lmk so i could try and fix it for you 🖤. request are open

pairings? tsukishima x fem!reader

tw? dark context ahead nsfw context ahead. smut, noncon, dubcon, heavy degradation, Dacryphilia all characters are aged up and this takes place in college!! this is fiction. don’t do this the real world.

- he first notice your bitchy atituide when you dropped your book and he try to give it back to you, but you snacthed the book out of his hand and walked away without saying thank you.

- at first he thought you were just having a bad or something, but when he seen you not even 5 minutes after the situation happened, smiling and laughing with your friends. and he confused..  but he brushed the encouter off

- the next encouter .. ehhh lets just say it wasnt so easy to ignore

- like last time, you dropped your notebook and again he picked it up and brought it to you for some odd reason unknow to him. but this time was gonna be different. he was going to give you the notebook and you were going to thank him, or so he thought

- this time when he gave you the notebook you snatch it out his hand and told him “to stop stalking you, before you get him dealt with” to say he was shocked was a understatement. 1. you called him a stalker for trying to give you your notebook and 2. because he didnt do anything to you.

- so the next time your notebook dropped, somebody else picked it up and gave it to you and you thanked them???? so now he knew it was just him you were being a bitch to and he didnt like it. at all. he was going to find out why you only acted like that with him  

- it was late, the classroom was empty, and you and tsukishima was stuck with cleaning duty. during the whole time you two were together you had a scowl on your face, and was making a great effort to avoid him and when you did have to talk to him you was always quick and had a smart remark to say to him.

- by time the classroom was clean you were sure the school was emptying expect for the few people who stayed late to study. you were going to walk out but tsukishima stepped in front of you blocking the exit.

- “it would be great if you could move out of my way” he doesnt repond, so you try to squeeze around him to get to the door. he then grabs your arm pushing you against the door. in this postion you could see just how much taller he is than you as he towers over you.

- he reaches behind you and lock the door, before you could open your mouth to protest he spoke. “you know, you have a real bitchy attitude, at first i thought you were like that with everybody but then i notice it was just with me” he slams his hand next to your head “but i didnt give you a reason to so then i started thinking, and i figured out whats wrong with you”

- he leans down so he’s whispering in your ear “i just need to fuck that attitude out of you” grabbing your wrist before you could react and try to hit him. “tf you get that stupid ass idea from, i would never wanna fuck your blind ass, let me go you stupid fuck” struggling against his grip but it was no use he had built muscles up from playing volleyball all them years in high school

- he drags you over to a nearby desk, forcing you to bend over. your hands are now behind you, his elbow in your back and he kicks your legs open with foot. “pl-please dont do this” “oh so now the bitch has learn some manners” grabbing both of your hands in one of his using the other to lift your skirt over you hips, eyeing the wet spot in your panties, you cringe as the cold air hits the wet spot.

- “ohh so you like being treated like a slut dont you” he says sliding your panties to the side, sliding his knuckle up and down your slit slowly gathering the slick that was there. you bite back a whimper, your hips shifting subconsciously trying to chase the feelings of his knuckle against your clit

- he pulls his finger back watching as a line of your slick connects his finger to your cunny. he chuckles out “so desperate” standing up to free himself from his pants,the grip on your hands tightening as you try to lift your body up “stay still” he gritted out

- your efforts are futile. you’re trapped. theres no way your escaping unless he wants you to so you relax in hold expecting your fate. “so your dumb little brain does work” his tone mocking, spitting on his on his hand, jerking himself a few times before he pushing his tip against your entrance

- your hips jerk forward trying to get away from the sudden intrusion. “please tsukishima. im sorry, i promise i wont do it again. i- mmfph.” your pleas fall on deaf ears as he thrust into you with warning. he started off with a brutal pace, barley giving you time to try and adjust

- “what happened to all that mouth huh, cant talk with my cock in you? mmm you like that don’t you, i feel the way you tighten up around me, such a slutty little thing. such a same your nasty attitude ruined it for you, or maybe this is what you wanted. you’re. gonna. loose. the. fucking. attitude.” each word puncuated with a harsh thrust after it

- with the way hes talking and his pace you were seeing stars, “ n-no thats not true. ~ughh fuck~ yes god yes yes yes it feels soo fucking good. ye-yes imma loose the att-attitude i ~fuck~ prom- promise” sending you further and further up the desk until you were almost over the edge. the bruising grip tsukishima had on your hips kept your from falling over and before you could stop yourself your orgasmed approach

- you came hard and with a slient scream, you heard tsukishima let out a deep groan behind you his pace flattering at the way your cunny had tightened around him speeding up again now chasing his own orgasm

- you felt him twitch inside you. your eyes widen as you relaized that he was not gonna pull out. “ts-tsukishima you gotta pull out. not i-inside. you ca-cant. please not inside” you sob out “oh now you can say please, you look so cute when you beg.” he leans over griping your hair arching your back so he could whisper in your ear “think of this as a present .. and a reminder” he says before he pushes you back against the desk, returning to unforgiving pace

- after a few more thrust, he buried himself inside you. letting out a deep throaty moan as he cums, stilling inside you for a little while, letting your cunny milk him, before he’s pulling out. you go to stand but a hand on your back is stopping you “gotta watch the show stay still” and he watched as his cum dripped down your cunny slowly. taking two fingers he gather some of the cum dripping down your thigh and pushing it back into your abused hole

- satisfied with the way he left you he stood up, and got himself together. grabbing his bag as he makes his way to the door before he stepped put the door he turned to you “you should clean yourself up you look disgusting” and with that he was out of sight leaving you fucked out and filled with his cum.

#tw: dark themes #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon #tw: degradation #tw: dubious consent #tw: non consensual #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima x female reader #tsukishima smut #haikyuu smut #dark haikyuu #tw: dacryphilia #💭.bigbrainanon #💭.thoughtsbroughttolife #tsukishima x you #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #💭.naughtythoughts