I LOVE UR WRITING!!!! okay i have an nsfw request! slightly dom! yuri isami. science gloves. fingering. empty mortkranken lab. THANK U ⭐️
thank you so much for loving my writing and for your support! a few things:
MY REQUESTS ARE CLOSED! as seen in my masterlist, you can check anytime 2 see if they're open or not! should be the first thing u see when u open my blog!
however, i do keep a record of asks i have 2 reject. i'll remember this ask, and if i feel like writing it, i will! however, i specialize in dom!reader (also as seen in my masterlist), and sub!reader is not something ill often feel inclined 2 write.
BUT! u are free 2 drop ideas in my inbox rather than requests so long as you don't expect a reply! if u have an idea and want 2 see it come 2 life, feel free 2 describe it 2 me in detail! i take these a bit less seriously than requests, so they may or may not be written or replied 2.
i apologize for being unable to promise anything at the moment, and for the inconvenience of my requests being closed. i hope you'll keep enjoying my writing!
Not going on anon just because BUT
Abt that ask game....... I perceive you as the coolest person here on my tumblr dot com dashboard like fr. you're SUCH an interesting person, I love your tastes and hobbies sm!!!!!!!!!! The fact that you're into gyaru just makes me automatically think you're cool but LIKE. You know those posts that are like "sometimes you look at one of your incredibly takented amazing mutuals and you have no idea how you managed to bag them"? That's how I perceive you 🫵‼️
Anyway YOURE SUPER COOL, MAL
THANK YOU AYA OH MY GOD????????????????
THE FEELING IS 100% MUTUAL YIPPEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!
admired u ever since u reblogged my first tkdb fic "He Knows" 2bh BC NOBODY ELSE LIKES DOM READER LIKE THATTTT!! so ofc when u came along i was so happy like thank the stars finally there's some1 else here that actually likes dom!reader bc no way am i submissive 2 every man in the game amen!
like the whole reason im so backed up on reqs is bc everyone kept asking 4 sub!reader... and i was just like... nooooooo..............
anyways im getting off track LOVE U AYAAAAAA i also think ur the coolest on my dash! i have no idea how i managed 2 bag u either but lets both be grateful we got each other 😭
JUST TAKE MONEY ALREADY UGHHH
THAT HAKU FIC???? OMG OBSESSED IT WAS SCRUMPDELICIOUS HSHSJSJSJSJ
AND you're cooking up a Subaru fic???!?!!? YOU'RE SPOILING US SO MUCH THANK YOUUUU
ok its finally here holy shit wht ther ufckkckckkc
also THANK YOUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO GLAD U LIKE THE WORKS YIPPEE!!!!!!!!
a/n: i went 2 bed the night after writing starstruck coral and woke up thinking about how touching you is how yan!perv!subaru would keep tabs on you. is this deranged and out of pocket? maybe. but was this real as fuck? ab-so-fucking-lutely. anyways. admittedly not the biggest fan of yandere characters unless they’re the harmless-type, stalker-type, or worship-type yandere yk? they’re strangely possessive and slightly stalker-y ish? maybe the occasional sabotage of a love rival perhaps. they don’t kill anybody, just get really jealous. which. kinda suits subaru.
2 explain a little bit. i buy in2 the theory that subaru is NOT nearly as innocent as he portrays himself and purposely puts that image forward 2 fool others. i like 2 think he won’t let go of it, even when caught, bc its the best way 2 weasel out of things. i also think that, 2 an extent, it is actually genuinely a piece of his personality and how he genuinely acts, so the act is harder 2 see through bc it seems so,,, like him, if u will.
summary: you want subaru. subaru has a reputation to uphold.
cw: voyeurism via psychometry??, masturbation, breaking and entering, creepy, weird, perv and yan behavior idk idk. also editing was rushed sorry!
WARNING: the ending 2 this is like. kinda crazy. at least 2 me idk! i wrote it like "wow this heat" but idk tumblr might not like it! u've been warned.
The flower that blooms in hell❤️🩹
perverted subaru? **Bats eyelashes while spinning around**
we are both excited 4 this i promise. im literally kicking my feet bc i know EXACTLY how this is going 2 go and i really hope its juicy lol!
however. something might have thrown a wrench in my plans. so slight update:
im having a flare up of something quite painful due to extreme stress 😭it hurts like hell so subaru may be a little late un4tunately
i expected 2 post the yan!perv!subaru thing 2day or 2mrw, and that's not entirely impossible, but this flare up has sorta slowed my progress a bit. thankfully i am no longer under extreme stress but the side effects of this last longer than i would like them 2. :(
thank u 4 ur patience and i promise unhinged subaru will be delivered shortly!
I think for all of haku’s jokes about wanting to undress mc he’d blue screen the moment you ask him for help dressing (i.e., pulling up a zipper at the back of a dress etc 🌶️⬇️)
Small yandere yuri blurb. He's a dramatic little cry baby and I just wanted to amp it up a bit
Tw: yandere behavior, kidnapping, minor self-harm, obsessive thoughts, a little suggestive. MDNI.
Sickness, a rotten and sweet thing, burns inside Yuri's chest. Like whiskey clawing its way down on his throat, scorching everything on its way as it spreads down on his stomach.
Yuri fucking hates whiskey.
His surroundings are muted. There is only the pounding of his heartbeat in his ears, the sound of blood rushing too fast in his veins as his heart pumps it in a merciless rhythm.
Yuri is an old friend to rage. He's felt it countless times – the searing red that covers his vision when something doesn't go the way he wanted; the shivers that lick up his spine when it all becomes too much, too humiliating, too unfair.
Still, he's surprised that his body is able to hold the amount of anger he feels right now. It feels larger than himself; this poisonous, viscous gunk that drenches his organs in mindless rage. At any moment, it might all burst through his pores and leave him in a heap of red fury on the floor.
"This isn't normal", his own rationality whispers, but it falls on deaf ears. He'd accepted these shadows far too long ago.
Yuri's hands twitch, and he curls them in fists until his blunt nails manage to open his skin and draw his own blood. Crimson little droplets surface on his skin and he inhales sharply.
That's better.
He focuses his mind on his self-inflicted pain and his heart slows down. For a moment, he stops thinking about opening your chest cavity and inserting himself inside your ribcage, nestling right beside your beating heart, just so you can never get rid of him, never leave him alone, never trade him for anyone else.
So you can never do what you're doing right now ever again.
Yuri bites his lips and blinks his eyes fast, trying to keep himself from shedding the tears that threaten to spill. He's not sure what he feels anymore. Is it anger, is it anguish? Deep down, he knows it's pure, unbridled jealousy yet his pride holds him back from ever admitting it.
His eyes hurt, pressure building right behind them, and his throat constricts – invisible hands choking the life out of his lungs, making a mockery of him as he watches your hands playfully pat someone else's back.
The gears in his mind begin turning. The idea of locking you up in his laboratory suddenly seems appealing. He could find a way to deal with the consequences of your disappearance later, just like he always finds a way out of his problems – whether it is by blaming others or merely avoiding responsibilities.
He could think about it after crossing that bridge.
Still, he gently crafts excuses for his plan: you would have everything. Food, water, clothes, and all the comfort aproper dorm can offer (not that pitiful, crumbling building). And not to mention: his presence.
In return, all Yuri asks is for unwavering attention. Dedication. Devotion. Is that such a hard bargain to drive? Being exclusively his as a payment for a dignified life.
He wouldn't even mind delving into the role of teacher every single day of his life. He would teach you how to appease him, how to touch him until his thirst has been quenched; until this insistent flame of despair has been snuffed by your fingers.
Yuri seethes, teeth fiercely biting the cracked skin of his lips, as he fantasizes about this perfect dream, in which he's coddled and cosseted – a dream in which he's the only one in your eyes.
Yuri seethes, as harsh reality plays in front of his eyes: as he watches you enjoying your time mingling with other ghouls, with other people that think they're better than him, more worthy than him, less pathetic than him.
Other people. Not him.
"Why?", he asks himself with a choked sob, biting his fist until the pain once again dries his tears. What did he do wrong? Isn't he so useful? Isn't he smart and knowledgeable and more of an asset than any other ghoul around? Sure, maybe he's lacking in the physical department, but he fiercely believes in brains before brawns. Then why? Why do you hate him so? Why do you always choose someone else over him?
He thinks back to the basement of his laboratory.
Maybe, just maybe, if he steals you away from the world, he could stop feeling like he's near his death every time he sees you smiling at someone else, touching someone else, looking at someone else.
At this point, he figures, it's a matter of health; of self-protection: dying every time he's not able to breathe the same air as you can't be good for his body. Who knows what awful consequences to his physical integrity this could have? He's not willing to dive into this research.
All he knows is to covet, to envy – to be jealous. He needs you to be his and his alone.
And Yuri was never properly taught how to share.
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