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"You are mine💕"
Another yandere jack!!! XD

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you can’t break up with someone who never accepted it in the first place[pt. one]....
did you really think he was gonna let you go?
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an original short story part 1. [warnings / context]: male stalker trope + psycho boyfriend + yandere ex boyfriend + named marcus + persistent boundary crossing + forceful + female reader + erotica + thriller + very light sexy smut + potential part 2(?)
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you step out of the taxi into the downpour, black coat pulled tight around your shoulders like a second skin, but it does nothing against the chill that sinks straight into your bones. rain lashes the city streets in silver sheets, heavy and unrelenting, soaking through your hair in seconds. you run, half sprint-half stumble down the block toward your apartment building, heels clicking wet against pavement, breath fogging in the cold night air.
by the time you shove through the lobby doors, you're breathless, strands of wet hair clinging to your cheeks and neck, mascara probably smudged like dark shadows under your eyes. you don't care. you're exhausted. all you want is the quiet dark of your place, the soft sheets, the oblivion of sleep. nothing else. no one else.the elevator hums upward to the fourth floor, and you lean against the mirrored wall, eyes half-closed, listening to the distant thunder outside.
keys jingle in your hand as you approach your door. the familiar scrape of the lock, the push and the smell hits you first. garlic, butter, simmering tomatoes. warm, domestic, completely wrong. your stomach drops.
he's there.
your batshit crazy ex boyfriend marcus was somehow inside your apartment. he stood in your kitchen, his tall frame leaning over the stove like he belongs, dark hair slightly tousled, falling into his pale face in that effortlessly haunting way. black long-sleeve sweatshirt hugging his lean shoulders, sleeves pushed up to his forearms, black sweatpants low on his hips. the soft light from the overhead lamp casts long shadows across his sharp cheekbones, the faint hollows beneath them. he stirs the pasta sauce with slow, deliberate circles, humming something under his breath like this is just another ordinary evening. like you never told him it was over. like the locks you changed didn't mean a damn thing.
"what the fuck are you doing here?" your voice cuts through the quiet, sharper than you feel.
water drips from your coat onto the floorboards. he doesn't flinch. doesn't even turn around right away. instead, that slow, coy smile curves his lips—the one that used to make your knees weak, now sends ice down your spine mixed with something darker. he sets the wooden spoon down, wipes his hands on a dish towel like he has all the time in the world, and finally faces you. his eyes those deep dark brown eyes lock onto yours. "pasta's almost ready, baby. your favorite. extra basil, just how you like it."
you drop your bag by the door, heart hammering. "get out. i changed the locks. i told you we're done. this isn't funny anymore." he tilts his head, that smile never fading.. soft and terrifyingly gentle. he shakes his head slowly, like you're the one being silly, like you're the one who doesn't understand.
"you say that every time," he murmurs, voice low and velvet-rough, stepping closer. "but you always let me back in. deep down you know this is where i belong. with you."
the rain pounds against the windows, thunder rolling low in the distance, mirroring the pulse in your throat. you back up a step as he closes the distance, tall and lean and pale like a ghost who refuses to stay buried. his scent wraps around you faint cologne, rain on his clothes from whenever he broke in, warm skin.it's all too familiar. too much.
"stop." your voice wavers.
he doesn't.
he reaches out, fingers brushing a wet strand of hair from your cheek, lingering there. his touch is cool at first from the apartment air, then warms against your skin.
"you're soaked," he whispers, almost concerned. "you'll catch a cold if you don't change. let me take care of you."
you shove at his chest half-hearted, because part of you still remembers how safe those arms once felt, how they used to cage you in the best way. he catches your wrist gently, pulls you closer instead. his other hand slides to your waist, damp coat and all, pressing you against him. you feel the lean muscle beneath his sweatshirt, the steady thrum of his heart, the way his body fits against yours like it was carved for this.
"don't—" but his mouth is already there, brushing yours in that coy, teasing way. soft at first. pleading. when you turn your head, he follows, kissing the corner of your lips, then your jaw, like he has infinite patience and your reluctance is just foreplay.
"shh," he breathes against your skin, smiling again so you can feel it. "it's okay. i know you missed me. i missed you so much it hurts. every night without you... i kept thinking about how you taste. how you sound when you're under me."
your back hits the wall near the kitchen entry. the pasta sauce bubbles softly behind him, filling the air with warmth while cold rain streaks down the glass. his hand slips under your wet coat, palm flat against your lower back, pulling you flush. he's hard already you can feel it through his sweatpants, pressing insistently against your thigh. the thrill of fear twists with something darker, liquid heat pooling low in your belly despite yourself.
"you can't keep doing this," you whisper, but your fingers curl into his sweatshirt anyway. traitors."i can," he says simply, delusional conviction thick in his voice. he kisses you again, deeper this time, tongue tracing your lower lip until you part for him with a reluctant sigh. he tastes like mint and obsession. his hips roll slowly against yours, grinding in that lazy, possessive rhythm that always unraveled you. one hand slides up, cupping the back of your neck, holding you there while the other tugs at the zipper of your coat, peeling the wet fabric open like unwrapping something precious.
"let me finish cooking for you," he murmurs between kisses, lips brushing your ear, voice husky. "then i'll take you to bed. warm you up properly. remind you why you belong to me."
outside, the storm rages. inside, his presence fills every corner he was inescapable, dark hair falling forward as he leans in to kiss your neck, sucking lightly at the pulse point he knows makes you weak. you hate how your body responds, your thighs pressing together, breath catching. he's was not supposed to be here. he's dangerous. and yet he's the only one who ever made you feel this alive.
and he knows it.
he always comes back.
and some twisted part of you keeps leaving the window cracked open just enough.
comment if u want me to continue this one! this is my first post so i'll be sort of putting out new content whenever i can ! hope u had a good read!
can someone explain this habit to me?
The real thing and the ornament my son gave me for Christmas. 😂🤣😂
Chae Yul and his Chae Yuri Disguse
Chae Yul Fanart Because apparently today is his Birthday! I know he's a fictional character, but still, Happy Birthday!
For those who don't know, Chae Yul is a Yandere character from the webcomic called: "Secret Alliance"

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Patrick hockstetter x shy reader (NSFW) 18+
PART 1 ONLY!!! (mdni)
(This story has a build up NOT JUST SMUT)
Intro:
(shyReader) didn't have many friends she didn't mind though, she enjoyed her own company. That is until Patrick hockstetter noticed her, he has a reputation for messing with kids. So (shyReader) was not thrilled to be noticed by him.
Contains: Dead dove do not eat, kidnapping, oral sex, violence, choking, hitting
As she walked to class Patrick and his friends are by the lockers. Henry looked (shyReader) up n down and the rest of the groups eyes followed. The one that rlly caught her attention, was Patrick hockstetter. The town phycopath,he was know for carrying a lighter and tormenting kids with his friend group….The Bowers Gang. (shyReader) walked away faster as she passed the lockers and headed to class. First period began and she noticed smth that she didn't before. Patrick hockstetter is in her class,he walks in late. (shyReader) gets her work out trying not to look up and make eye contact with him. Before she can say no he was sitting next to her in the back of the classroom.
(shyReader) looks up
Patrick is looking right at her and he had that creepy grin on his face.
The one that made her spin shiver, because she’s seen that smile before. Right when hes about to torment a kid, he grins like a maniac. (shyReader) prepares for the worst,he just looks her up n down n says.
"Hi princess"
She was caught off guard at first, she felt her cheeks heating up. (shyReader) slowly responds
"Oh.. h.. Hi?" She cleared her throat awkwardly . Patrick smirks noticing her discomfort, he glances at the teacher lecturing . Patrick never does his work. But as the teacher spoke, he observes how she writes everything down. He weirdly likes how she listens and does what she's supposed to do. That's when his messed up brain flipped a switch and now he's obsessed with (shyReader) It didn't take him a lot to want something,and when he does he gets it. He's extremely unhealthy and possessive. He doesn't want to like someone... He wants to OWN them.
So that begin his racing thoughts abt doing unspeakable things to (shyReader). He didn't talk the rest of the class he watched her . The teacher didn't say anything, they were honestly scared of him. (shyReader )was visibly uncomfortable,but hates confrontation so she didn't say anything.
After class (shyReader) is putting up her books and stuff and Patrick approaches.
Patrick says "skip class with me princess"
(shyReader) looks up surprised n she holds her textbooks closer to her nervous body.
She responds anxiously.
"I..I have never skipped class before, I don't want to get in t…trouble". Patrick smirks n steps closer, her breath catches in her throat a little . He stands right in front of her and smiles creepily. He starts to mess with a strand of (shyReader’s) long brown hair. She trys to not move away she’s to scared , he likes that fear. Patrick then says "I didn't ask, did I?", (shyReader) hesitates and looks up at him, responding in a low tone. " I... Uhm..no but-". Patrick puts a finger over her lips hushing (shyReader) “shhh princess”. He grabs her wrist n she was too scared to pull away or scream for help. So (shyReader) follows nervously looking around. He takes her to the back of the school, there is an exist. Patrick opens the door, the sun hits their faces. He grins and pulls her out of the building. They walk down the old stairs, into the woods behind the school. She was so Terrified, he lead (shyReader) deeper into the woods. Acting as if he was observing nature. As soon as they were far enough where no one could see them. He pulls her closer and (shyReader) gasps and looks up at Patrick. She says quickly "pls don't hurt me Patrick". Patrick grins creepily and pulls her in by her hips. He pushes a strand of hair behind her ear and says.
"princess I won't hurt you.... If you behave and do what I ask of you". Patrick grins waiting for a response,(shyReader) realizes she has no choice. "O..ok but pls don't d..do anything to me", she says stuttering scared and tearing up. He loves that she’s so afraid of him, he leans in suddenly and kisses her firmly. She whimpers surprised and he loves the little, scared noises she makes. Patrick forces (shyReader) to kiss back and he places her against a tree. She didn't know what to do. Patrick is skinny but he's surprisingly stronger than (shyReader)is. So she trys not to move away but she felt him slowly start to grope her. Grabbing her breasts through her thin top, she gasps into the kiss. She pulls away from the kiss,"Patrick..." . She says his name like a plea for him to stop. Patrick looks down at her, smirking and not moving his hand off her breast. He replied "what princess I said I wouldn't hurt you... Yet". She looks visibily uncomfortable and looks up at him. "Pls t..this isn’t ..c..consensual" she says logically, like it will snap him out of what he's doing. Patrick is not a normal person, that only fueled him to want to touch her more. He responds with "what are you going to do about it princess?" ... "Scream?.. Go ahead no one will come for you". He smirks and used one hand to grab her throat,she looks even more terrified then before. The realization that no one can hear her sets in. Patrick is insane, he will hurt her in some type of way. He then chokes her for a minute, letting her feel the control he has over her. She whimpers n tears up, she looks up at him with pleading eyes.(shyReader) is hoping he'd have mercy on her, she clearly was forgetting Patrick is a psycho. He smirked as she struggled. Suddenly he forced her on her knees on the woods floor. She looks up at him shocked,"w..Wait what are y-..you doing". Patrick grins and starts undoing his belt. Her eyes widen realizing what he's about to do. She have no choice, she wants to look away but can't. ( shyReader) was to scared to find out how bad the punishment would be if she disobeyed him. So she didn't even try to fight for her freedom.
Patrick smiled excited by her submission he picked (shyReader) on purpose. Knowing she can’t fight back or stand up for herself. He pulls out his cock. Her eyes widen, he's 7 1/2 inches and was kinda thick. She didnt know what to do and she froze up against the tree. (shyReader ) hasn’t done anything sexual with a boy before. She’s never seen porn magazines so she didn’t know what to do. Patrick can tell she wasn’t experienced so he gets closer and smirked. He says "aw are u lost?... Let me help with that". He grabbed her hair and pulls her forward to his cock. She gasps scared n surprised n looks up at him, his cock is in view. He says "open your mouth now", she hesitated scared. Patrick got impatient quickly and grabs her chin forcing her lips to part. (shyReader’s) eyes widen and Patrick slowly places the tip of his cock on her tongue. She tasted him on Her tongue. He was sweaty n bitter and He forces her to move her head forward to take him in her mouth more. Her eyes widen and Patrick's cock was in (shyReader ‘s) mouth, she tries not to choke or move to much. She didn't want to get in trouble so she trys to slowly move forward . Patrick sees she didnt know what she's doing, so he grabs her head n slowly guides her. She gags and he smiles enjoying corrupting her innocence. He shoves her head down to take more of his thick cock in her mouth. She chokes n starts to tear up and He manages to find a rhythm. She's going back and forth, slowly getting the hang of it. (shyReader) big blue eyes look up at him as she's sucking him off crying …her makeup down her face. He pulls her hair a little n she whines around his cock, the vibrations make him groan. (shyReader) looks like a mess he loves it . Patrick says ‘breathe through your nose princess u got it ‘ she keeps sucking him off, hoping he won't get aggressive with her anymore. She trys to breathe through her nose and adjust. She slowly did but Suddenly he pulls her head all the way down n back up n got rlly aggressive. He’s making her gag, he keeps going n groans loud n cums down her throat. She didn’t know what was happening she chokes because she doesn’t know how to swallow cum. Patrick moans under his breathe slowly biting his lip, he let's her come up off his cock. She comes up coughing, she didn't know what happened . Her face was flushed, she had tears down it and her hair was messy from Patrick. He smiled n says ‘why didn’t u swallow princess ‘. She looks up at Patrick messy and teary eyed, she swallow hard trying to get her throat to adjust back. (shyReader) had a pouty expression she’s upset that this happened . she says ’I didn’t know I had to swallow ’. Patrick is smirking at her pathetic state and her comment. He says "aww but look at how messy u are ". He gives her cheek a light slap with his cock, (shyReader)blushed n looks away embarrassed. He grabs her chin making her look at him as he crouches down infront of her. Patrick grins creepily and says "I know you liked that don't lie". She whimpers scared n shakes her head no. Patrick didn't like that so he slaps her, she whines out surprised. He grabs her hair and pulls it back to make her look at him. Patrick says "don't be a brat your lucky I haven't done worse". He pulls her up roughly she whimpers and straightens up next to him.
HI GUYS!! this is my first Smut!!
I've never written anything like this before, so I hope its not to bad and you enjoy.
"I can fix him" No babe, i want him the way he is, i like my men crazy