Imagine You Get Cheated On...BUT- The Cheater Turns Kinda...yandere?

Imagine you get cheated on...BUT- the cheater turns kinda...yandere?

It felt like an awful nightmare. Bile rising in your throat as you looked at your lover - the person who you loved through their highest and their lowest, the person who you invested blood sweat and tears into, the person you promised yourself to - undoubtedly pressing their lips to another person's. It took a hot minute before you tried to step back, only for you to bump into the doorway, causing a loud thump. The two looked at you, one with horror, the other with confusion. It took you no time to turn around and make a run for it. A hiccup making its way out of your throat as you felt a sob start to shake through your body.

It's been afew months, well. More then few months since that incident, and safe to say you have been doing...fine. not great, but fine. You've decided to collect your things while your lover was away from the house, your friends and family helping you out as you found a new place to live. It was bare bones, considering you didn't take the shared couch, or tv, dressers, not even bed. But it was yours, and you've been getting by. You'd like to think you've gotten stronger.

That was until odd things started happening around your apartment. Things were being moved, shit you know you wouldn't misplace. Your clothes were going missing, much to your dismay. You barely had any, so to lose even one shirt was frustrating. Then roses started appearing in vases in your home. Seeing as actual items were showing up you decided to call the police, and when it seemed that the window to your bedroom was broken, seemingly from an outside force, they told you to invest in better security as they kept a look out.

Which is why you were going to the store so late at night, I mean, what could go wrong?

bad decision, you later decided as you looked at the scene infront of you. Your throat tight, bile rising, just like that night, the night you lost your true love. In front of you was your lover - now ex - looming disheveled, gasping for air as their voice broke, a small, unnerving, almost crazed look, crossing their features.

"My love, my everything, oh please-"

"Dont."

Your lip trembles as you step back, your look of surprise quickly turning into that of anger. They had no right to call out to you with such fondness, not after what they put you through. The pain and suffering, all due to the person who swore to love you.

A look of hurt crossed their face at the sight of you backing away from them, as if you kicked a puppy. The idea sickened you. Quick to try and close the space once more as they struggled to walk straight they would stumble forward. Their voice trembling as they fell to their knees, a whimper coming from them as they scrambled to grab at your sweatpants.

"Please - my love I beg of you, I know what i did was sin, I know - I've never been more sick in the mind then i was that night, oh I was so stupid, thinking I could ever so much as THINK of another woman! Even more so after wards, how could I think I could ever live without you??? You! Oh precious you, the sun only shines when you are near. Those next few weeks were torture my dear, I've never wanted anything more then to RIP MY SKIN OFF WHEN I REALIZED MY MISDEEDS."

Their insane rambling continued as you tried to shove them off, tears starting to stream down their gaunt cheeks. Had they been eating? You wondered as you tried to get them off you.

"I'm...i'm better now though! I've never been thinking clearer, I came to a realization life isn't worth living without you! But by then- you...- you had already left, I tore through that house to try and find you but you had already been far gone. I asked your family, your friends - but all of them simply turned me away, your LOVER - isn't that what I am? I am, aren't i?? They should've...they-"

You couldn't listen to this anymore. A disgusted feeling filling your gut. What did you ever see in them?? You quickly shoved them away, a small gasp coming from them as you stepped away, your ex lover falling backwards onto the sidewalk. A look so firey resting on your face it could rival the heat from the depths of hell.

"You lost that right. You lost it the moment you took that person into your arms, the moment you brought them into our home, the moment you pressed your lips against theirs."

They seemed dumbfounded, sobs starting to wash over their body as they tried to sputter out apologies. But you had none of it.

"Did you get a kick out of it? Seeing me suffer? Seeing me jealous as you placed your hands on that person's? Your lips on them? When i left did you just go right back to kissing on them? Fucking them??"

You spat at them, your ex lover crying their heart out as they struggle to breathe. Whether it be from guilt or heartbreak, you weren't sure. They shook their head as they continued to cry, trying once again to reach out to you, to hold onto you for that comfort you once so readily gave them. But you stepped back, putting space between you once more. A scoff coming from you as you did so

"Baby please don't do this to me, please please please-"

Their voice wavered heavily. Some part of you, the part buried deep down in your heart, ached at the sight of them so broken down. They looked ill, both mentally and physically. But what done was done. You quickly turned on your heels as you made your way home. Your ex lovers cries filling the street as he urged you to come back, to not leave him. To not abandon him.

Maybe some sick part of you felt good that you left them a blubbering mess, after all. They rept what they sown, did they not?

Little did you know, oh how blissfully unaware you were. They were gonna get you back, one way or another. They will have you back in their arms, with all those roses they left in your apartment in pretty vases all over your newly bought home in the woods, far from everyone.

They will have you be their's again.

that corpse that once used to be their side piece left rotting under the concrete of their basement proves it.

cheater x reader

“Imagine finding out the one you love most… has been with another.”

TW: look at tags. MDNI

wordcount: 2,611

part 2

She was one of your friends, not extremely close but a seemingly sweet person to have in your circle. She was bright, honest, and beautiful. She had simply mentioned it one day during your friend group’s monthly meet-up. You can’t exactly remember what brought it up, but she laughed and talked about her time with him. At the time, you cocked your head to the side and said, “I didn’t realize the two of you were together before us.”

Her face dropped. “No, it was when the two of you had separated.” She tentatively reached for you, face twisting.

“Separated?” You questioned, quietly.

 “He told me that you knew, that it was okay because…” Tears sprung to her eyes. “I swear I would never!” You believed her. That made it all the worse. You smiled gently at her, thinking it was you who should be crying. Your friends had fallen silent, unsure what to do with the sudden change of atmosphere. Her hands slipped from your shoulders as you stood.

You told her it was okay, that it wasn’t her fault. You smiled and waved to your friends as you tensely left, ignoring the frantic whispering left in your wake. 

It’s barely been a weak since then. Her texts have gone unread, and your boyfriend is none the wiser. You have been lightheaded most days, on the verge of tears all others. Only when he was gone, though. You just needed a few days to figure out how to address this, if at all. You kissed him each morning as he left for work, and immediately ran to the toilet to dry heave. You realized you couldn’t stand touching him knowing he had touched another. Would this feeling go away? 

Tonight, the two of you were watching a movie together like you usually did each week. He had thrown a blanket over the two of you, snacks settled in between. But then he settled his hand on your thigh. Usually, you could sigh happily and move to cuddle into him. Tonight, you could barely hold back your shiver of disgust, and your face suddenly squished in revulsion. His face was locked onto the movie. He hadn’t noticed; good. You just had to keep it together for a few hours and then you could go to bed and relax. Just… be normal. 

It was about halfway through when he paused the movie and pulled the blanket off of you. You realized a second too late that your hands were curled up painfully on your lap; that your body was ramrod straight and visually stiff. You weren't able to relax in time. 

“What’s going on? You’ve been like this the whole movie.” So he had noticed. You gave him a sweet smile (or as sweet as you could attempt) and slouched into the couch, casually reaching for a snack. 

“I’m just really focused on the movie, baby,” you said and the word felt like bees coming out of your mouth. Maybe it was a weak lie or maybe he was more observant than you thought. 

“If you were focused you wouldn’t be jumping away from me every time I touch you. Something’s wrong.” His eyebrows were scrunched in concern, voice soft and soothing. Old you would have instantly caved, fallen into his arms, and cried about your problems while he wiped your tears away. Current you grimaced, feeling trapped and suddenly fidgety. 

“Just period cramps, seriously.” This all felt ridiculous. You were overreacting, obviously, but you couldn’t control the way you felt. The first tinges of nausea tickled your stomach. Just drop it. Just leave it alone. Relief flooded his face. 

“You should have said something! C’mon, you know I love taking care of you.” And he was reaching for you, too quick for you to stop him. Your breath stuttered, shoulders going taunt, stomach aching. One hand was gently caressing your face, thumb petting your cheekbone. He had nice hands. Long, thick fingers and a defined palm. Always clean and well-manicured. Strong and gentle. Hands that hold and protect. Hands that held you, soothed you, protected you.

Hands that were defiled from touching another. 

The thought startled you into standing, snacks scattering to the floor. You felt sick and panicky. Your stomach heaved. 

He followed you as you dashed into the bathroom; was quick to gather your hair from your face as you heaved into the toilet. You started crying, tears plopping into the toilet. He shushed you, using his other hand to rub circles into your back. So sweet. So attentive. Had he been attentive to her, listening to her moans and finding which parts of her were extra sensitive? 

You wiped your mouth with your arm harshly, your scalp burning from where he touched you. It surprised both of you when you jerked away with a loud cry of “Stop fucking touching me!”, hands scrambling to find a purchase on the wall behind you. You couldn’t keep your eyes open as the room started spinning, lungs working overtime. Your legs turned into jello, unable to hold you any longer. You plopped uncomfortably to the ground, trying to keep your sobs to a minimum. 

He was left, hand outstretched, a few strands of hair woven between his fingers. Had he gripped her hair similarly, stretching her head back so he could lavish kisses on her neck while he worked her steadily from behind?  

“The fuck…” was all he whispered. He looked at you like you were insane. Maybe you were. And then he blinked, and his posture changed from one of defense and surprise to one of sadness and empathy. He folded his legs beneath him, making himself smaller in front of you. A few minutes passed as he waited patiently for your lungs to settle into a more normal pace. He hummed and whispered soft assurances, and yet your bawling wouldn’t cease. All the patience in the world couldn’t change things, you decided. 

“You’re breaking my heart, Beaver. Just tell me what’s going on. I won’t touch you, but you gotta say something. It’ll be okay, I promise.” 

The fucking nickname. The one he had given to you on one of your first dates. Something that had stuck with you years after. A romantic walk outside and you got so cold your teeth started chattering. He laughed and tugged you close, sharing his body heat with you. “You remind me of a beaver, you know?” He would teasingly rub at your front teeth with his cock, purring that you’d better not bite down. 

Had he thought of you with his cock wrapped around her lips? Comparing your mouth to hers?

Another sob tore out of you, followed by a weak laugh. “I thought I was good enough for you, thought I could be enough,” you blubbered, rubbing at your aching throat. “But I know now I’ll never be the one. Fuck, all those wasted years. Years I thought you loved me and…” Another sob wanted to come out, but you squeezed your throat, refusing. You weren’t sure what you were saying; what was true and what you felt. You just knew you were hurt, and at this moment, believed nothing could fix it. 

His eyes watered, hands clenching. All he wanted to do was wrap you up and bring you to bed. Whisper assurances into your ear to help you fall asleep. Wipe your blotchy face with a warm washcloth. Love you. 

“How could you love me but touch another? How?” The last part was whispered. The bathroom went silent aside from the drip of the leaky faucet that had been bothering you for months. You felt exhausted, unexpectedly, but dragged your eyes up anyway, wondering why he hadn’t said anything. 

Tears dripped readily from his eyes, staring wide and disbelieving at you. His mouth was covered by one of his hands in an expression of shock. 

“When did you find out?” He whimpered. He sounded like the one who had been hurt and wronged, and it irritated you. You told him it was a week ago, during your monthly friend meet-up. He responded to that by scrunching his eyes together, mouth clearly pulled into a grimace behind his shaking hand. 

“You were never supposed to know, Beaver. Never…” 

The tile beneath you was cold as you spoke, “You don’t get to call me that anymore.” He flinched and was unable to stop the sob that left him. 

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt, please. I never wanted to do that to you. You’re the love of my life, I promise. I love you, baby, I do! Just… don't leave me!” He sniveled. Your jaw jumped as you watched him. It was hard not to cry with him. Hard not to crawl to the toilet and let out another round of dry heaves.

“So why..?” You pulled your legs underneath you, craving stability. 

“I never felt for her like I do with you. She was only a replacement: could never compare to you. Do you… do you remember that month you were gone for your sister’s wedding in Europe? I couldn’t come because I had work and I missed you so fucking much. We tried over the phone but I got desperate, Beaver! And she was simply convenient, just a body for me to use. I swear!” He was breathless as he spoke, chest heaving but eyes steady on you. 

Vomit crawled up your throat, and this time you couldn’t stop it. You rolled forward, what little that was in your stomach dripping onto the floor alongside the burning acid in your throat. 

He had to lean forward as you spoke your next words, so quiet he thought he had imagined them.

“I could never touch you again.” 

You said it louder, still shaky but firm. 

“I’ll never touch you again.”

Sometime later, after shared heavy breaths and multiple attempts to pull yourself together, you finally sat up. Your body obviously couldn’t take any more, you had to leave. Just had to… get away.

“I’m going to back some bags… I’ll come by in the next few days to grab the rest of my stuff and hash out financials. And then, you won’t ever see me again.” 

You stood, looking down at him. His head was slouched, shoulders rolled into himself. Hair shrouding his expression. A moment passed. He said nothing. 

So you took a step away, the first step away from this man who had just thoroughly broken your heart, and perhaps a step into healing. And another. And every step after that was the same. 

Two weeks later, you politely knocked on the front door of your shared apartment. You had a key, of course, but felt it was only right to knock. No response. You counted to 60, knocked, and again there was no response. Visibly relaxing, you unlocked the door and let yourself in. You knew he was usually at work at this time of day but still thanked whatever god there was that you didn’t have to face him. 

The apartment was… cold. Not only in temperature, but its atmosphere was completely off. He had obviously removed any item that was yours, so it felt much more barren… but that wasn’t it. Goosebumps rose on your arms, intuition screaming at you. Something was wrong. 

And you realized that not only your stuff was gone, but his was too. All personal items, anything that makes a home a home - was gone. The only things left were the biggest items, like the couch and kitchen table. A million thoughts and questions ran though your head at the sight, but you powered on. To the bedroom then…

The door was closed, and you hesitated opening it. Maybe you should have brought your sister with you, (like she had wanted but you refused), if only to feel better. She would roll her eyes at your hesitance and tell you to get your ass moving and finally remove yourself from that asshole’s life. Grumbling at the thought, you opened the door - and stopped immediately. 

There he was. Sitting casually at the end of the bed, smiling at you. The room was empty like the rest of the apartment. 

“You’re not at work!” You gaped. 

“I quit.” 

He stood up, and you felt all your feelings of uneasiness rush back to you. He had always been big and tall, someone who brought you feelings of safety. Right now, he looked like a predator - smile too big and eyes too lifeless. You stepped back and tried to smile. It was wobbly and weak.

“Ah, okay. I’ll come back a different time, then.” 

He tilted his head, looking at you inquisitively. “You think so?” He asked. Another step towards you. You glanced down the hallway towards the front door. 

“I’ve got all our things packed up, Beaver. We won’t ever come back here.” You stilled, not moving as he stood right in front of you. 

You felt surprisingly calm as you spoke, “You’re making me nervous, Emery. Whatever you’re thinking, I need you to slow down and think again.” He had never been aggressive or pushy during your relationship, but you knew at that moment that something was truly wrong.

“All I’ve been doing is thinking. I’ve been thinking that I need you -I love you. I want to marry you someday. Have kids and a big house with you. Thinking that I can’t let you just throw this away. Won’t let you. Thinking all I want to do is kiss you and hold you and keep you safe. And thinking-” His talking was getting faster and more agitated, and his eyes got dark as he looked at you. This was derailing, fast.

“Em! Calm down. This isn’t you, “ you spoke softly and calmly, ignoring your racing heart. He immediately went silent as you spoke, dangerously attentive. You even went so far as to place a hand on his chest, feeling that his heart was just as fast as yours. 

“I… I want to discuss things with you and figure this all out too. But not like this, okay? Let’s... Let's go get a coffee somewhere. We’re kind of a mess right now, right? That’s okay, but it can’t be solved by whatever you’re thinking. I love you.” A lie. All lies. You stopped loving him the moment he confessed to you in that bathroom. You cared, sure, but any romantic love and intimacy felt like a thing of the past to you now. But you were also saying whatever you could to get out of this apartment and to somewhere public, where he couldn’t… hurt you. 

He blinked down at you, eyes momentarily clear. 

“You want to talk things out…?” He questions himself. You open your mouth to respond, but something changes in his expression. Eyes go dark again as he looks down at your hand still on his chest. Your hand is shaking.

“You’ve always been a bad liar.” 

Pain blossoms around your neck, and you are lifted off your feet and slammed into the wall behind you. His hands are sweaty and nearly slipping as he chokes the life out of you. Tears blossom in your eyes as you know any goodness that was in his heart isn’t strong enough to overcome this. He’s panting as he squeezes, eyes flicking between watching your pained expression and his large hands around your comparatively small throat. 

“How… how could i…” you cough, spittle flying. “How could I have ever loved you...” The last thing you see before you faint is his expression shifting from one of almost euphoria into one of agony. 

dekinobi week day 5 - Truth Doll

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𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.

— A REVERSE HAREM ISEKAI SERIES.

CHAPTER 3: THE CROWN PRINCE.

tags. historical au. isekai. villainess au. reverse harem. yandere content. yandere male ocs x fem reader.

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Days tick by like seconds and soon, it is the day of the Imperial Ball.

The ball would last seven days. Every single attendee would reside in the Imperial Palace for those seven days, and would be required to partake in lunches and tea parties, dinners and dances. The Crown Prince would be going around, socialising with the ladies and whatnot.

From what you remember, Selene would meet the Crown Prince on the 3rd day of the ball. It would be nearing twilight, and she would have fled to the gardens after a bout of bullying from her step sister. Zacharias would be taking a walk to clear his head, stumbling across Selene in the process. They'd talk, and he'd fall for her then.

In the game, Y/N would kick up a fuss during the dinner of the last night, when she catches Zacharias and Selene together. Something about how a bastard child had no right to even breathe the same air as the Crown Prince.

To cover all bases, you decide to skip dinner on that night. You could just feign illness or something. Unless… the game is truly set on following its original course, and forces you into becoming a villainess.

Hm. You'd cross that bridge when you get to it.

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You have barely gotten settled into your temporary chambers when an imperial maid comes knocking on your door.

“Lady Y/N, His Highness the Crown Prince wishes to speak with you.”

You wonder why. The ball hasn't officially begun, with the first event being the dinner banquet. And while you and the prince are definitely already acquainted, you don't think you've ever been close enough to privately chat over tea.

“Did His Highness mention his reason why?”

The maid shakes her head. “His Highness did not, my lady.”

You huff silently, gesturing for her to lead the way. Very well then. You'd go and see what he has to say.

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You find the Crown Prince's palace vaguely familiar, and you wouldn't be surprised if you have visited the place in the past. You're led to a sitting room, where the prince awaits you.

The doors open, and you catch sight of Zacharias’ crystal blue eyes. He smiles at you, soft and kind. Your heart falters.

There is no mistake.

You… truly loved the Crown Prince.

It had barely been a few weeks since you were formally adopted by the Duke.

You were struggling to adjust, to say the least. Living as the lady of a noble house was nothing like your peaceful life in the countryside. Everything was so foreign, and cold, and stiff. You missed your parents. You would never get to see them again. You can't help but worry about Blaise too. You wondered if he's safe.

You're supposed to be having etiquette lessons. Yet like a cowardly little girl, you ran, hiding yourself away in the gardens. You’re curled up amongst the greenery in a tiny, secluded area you found a few days before. You rested your head on your knees, rethinking your life's choices. Tears burnt at the back of your eyelids. The Duke would probably punish you for this, wouldn’t he?

Just then, you heard footsteps and rustling grass. Startled, your head jerked up to look.

It's only a boy. He looks just as startled as you are, staring at you with wide eyes.

He must be a noble too, you reasoned with yourself. With hair of spun gold that falls in waves and bright, sky-blue eyes. He is donned in white and red, clothes freshly ironed and crisp.

“Why are you crying?” he asked curiously, head tilted to the side. His voice is soft, and gentle, and kind.

You sniffled, rubbing away your tears with the back of your palm. “I don't — I don't know. I want to go home. But I can't go home anymore. It's gone.”

He frowned slightly, then took a seat by your side. Reaching into his coat, he produced a handkerchief that he offered to you.

“Mother says beautiful people should never cry. They need to show off their smile, see. So you shouldn't cry either.”

You accepted the handkerchief, laughing at his words shakily. He looked so sincere that you can't accuse him of simply saying it just to comfort you. He sat with you for what felt like ages, patiently waiting for you to compose yourself.

“I didn't know the L/Ns had such a lovely garden,” he said, after you had stopped hiccupping and after your tears had all dried up. “I'm going to go and explore. Do you want to come with me?”

He stood up as he said it, now reaching out an open hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you took his hand, and the smile you got in return is utterly radiant.

“Okay,” you agreed bashfully. “Let's go together.”

You hadn't even learnt his name until hours later, when the both of you returned to the L/N duchy after the both of you got hungry. The Emperor and Empress had business to do with the Duke, and brought the prince along with them as the Duke had also wanted to formally introduce you to the Imperial Family.

You hadn't even known his name for those few hours you spent together, but your heart was already his. And his it would remain, even after you grew up, after you changed, sealing your heart up in ice and stone.

Perhaps you had always acted aloof because you knew that you'd inevitably end up Crown Princess anyway. The L/Ns were second to only the Astridelles after all. Then, your facade would shatter upon Zacharias falling in love with Selene.

Well, whatever. It isn't as if you're gunning for the Empress position now. Furthermore, there is no use trying to make sense of actions already done.

“You asked for me, Your Highness?”

He gestures for you to take the seat opposite of his, and a maid pours you a cup of tea. "Lady Y/N, it's been awhile, hasn't it? How have you been? I heard you had a riding accident only recently.”

"I've been well, Your Highness. I appreciate the concern,” you tell him genuinely. Still, your gaze remains sharp. "Though I'm sure that merely asking about my wellbeing is not all you've summoned me for?”

He laughs. "Nothing ever slips past you, does it?”

The light mood seems to darken then. Zacharias sighs, resting his head on his palm, his other hand fidgeting with his teaspoon and his cup. It does strike you a little odd, for the Crown Prince has always been described as nothing but perfectly proper, but you suppose everyone has their bad days.

"I'm certain Duke L/N has already mentioned this to you beforehand, but I still wish to discuss it with you. The matter of the Crown Princess position, I mean.”

You straighten up at that. Could he be…?

The both of you know the ball is simply a ruse anyway. It's being held to make the Imperial Family seem partial, to seem as if they accept even the lowest ranking nobles as princess candidates. In reality, there was hardly ever a doubt that the title of Crown Princess would go to you.

Until Zacharias went and fell for Selene, that is.

"What do you think? We can settle matters like the marriage and inheritance after the ball, but I wanted to confirm that we were on the same page first.”

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> ACCEPT.

What the hell? Was the thing glitching? You can barely read the text, and the holographic screen flickers and crackles away.

You squint, trying to make sense of the words.

“Lady Y/N? Are you alright?”

You startle slightly, glancing back at him.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” you say slowly. “But perhaps it would be wiser to wait until after the ball to speak on this matter. The Imperial Family does have to keep up the appearance of being impartial, after all.”

Zacharias would fall for Selene anyway, and this entire conversation would be a moot point. It would just become a hassle for the both of you.

He nods sagely, then glances away. “I suppose you're right. Who knows what may happen in a week? In any case, have some dessert before you go. I've already prepared a few of your favourites.”

It's not as if you can refuse. So, that's how you spend your afternoon. With tea and cake and light conversation with the man who used to own your heart.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

“Then, I'll be taking my leave now. Have a pleasant day, Your Highness.”

“Of course. I hope you enjoy the ball.”

He smiles, and it is a perfect, brilliant smile. The type of smile that wouldn't leave you questioning just how you had fallen for him in the past. Still, it is as you said. You have shed the feelings of the past, the embers flickering away.

Yet the moment you stand, getting up to leave, your vision blurs, and the ground seems to cave way beneath your feet.

Then, you're sent tumbling, and tumbling, and tumbling…

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🕸️Legend of the Drider🕸️

Bunni’s Monstertober Event(Oct1)

Male!Drider x Fem!Reader

Oct2

warnings: light web bondage, breeding, oviposition, possessive behavior, reader is a bit insecure about her body, body worship and praise

summary: You go on a trip, hoping to build your confidence before you go back to college. When you get trapped on a mountain during a storm, you realize a legend about spider people may be real when you encounter a horny one for yourself.

A/N: I don’t know much about college so don’t kill me if things are inaccurate 💗 also don’t expect all of the halloween posts to be this long, some will be short and some on the longer side >< also guess the inspo for this story in the comments…

my ko-fi if you’re feeling generous~

If you had known how your trip up a nearby mountain would end with you in the clutches of the spider creature you’d only heard of in legends, you would have stayed home that October day.

But you were bored, wanting to find some fun stuff to film and meet a cute stranger while you were at it. That’s why you packed your bag and left for the nearby tourist attractions.

First you walked through a big pumpkin patch, taking pictures with a 50 pound pumpkin. It wasn’t as impressive as some you had seen online, and you knew that wearing a burnt orange sweater while posing next to it would only bring on ridicule.

You weren’t thin, and if someone from your college saw that picture, you were sure they’d compare you to the pumpkin, saying it was your twin.

Well… you had never even really talked to a single in any of your classes. You weren’t the type that liked to socialize. Too many times had you been burned, finding out they were being your friends for a prank or had been talking about your body behind closed doors.

Part of you knew it wasn’t right to judge others before even meeting them. After all, it happened to you more times than you could count… but you were still too shy and insecure to take that first step into making new friends.

That’s why you took a bit of time off of college to try and build up your confidence. It was important to you, learning how to love yourself so you could truly love others.

Ever since you went through puberty you had been aching for someone to love you, to adore you with their entire being…

How would you even be able to believe them if you didn’t love yourself first?

So you laughed at the picture of you next to a pumpkin and placed it into your scrap book before packing it away in your backpack.

You repeated this at several tourist attractions, even finding the courage to speak to a few attractive men and women. It wasn’t as scary as you thought, they didn’t look at you with disgust or say anything mean. They simply spoke with you before giving a smile and going about their day.

‘Maybe there really isn’t anything to be afraid of after all?’

The last stop on your list was the Arachne Mountains, named after a certain legend surrounding the area.

“Huh… spider people have been sighted several times over the year, and there’s a reward for anyone that can catch them on camera…”

You squinted at the pamphlet in your hands, trying to read the small print at the bottom. “What does that say? It’s so small…”

With a shrug, you stuffed the pamphlet into your bag, pulling out the bug spray instead and spraying every bit of bare skin. Mosquitos just loved you, and you didn’t want to be itching the whole bus ride home.

As you walked up the mountain trail, you took many pictures, but mostly of the gorgeous scenery.

A vast forestry landscape spread out beneath you, and the mountain path winded through the forest. As you continued walking, the path worn down by several years of hikers began to become more overgrown and less accessible.

“Huh… doesn’t seem like anyone’s been this far up in a while…”

When you thought about it, the stand with all the pamphlets was abandoned and dusty, the window broken. You just assumed they didn’t have the budget to fix it… but now you were second guessing yourself.

And that’s when a storm hit. Earlier that day you had heard something about a thunderstorm on the radio, but it was supposed to be that night, not now!

“Shit!”

You ran through the rain, slipping on mud and losing your way. The rain was so thick you could barely see in front of you. Tree branches scraped against your sides and caught on your clothes, ripping your sweater and scraping you up.

By the time you were finally able to take shelter in a nearby cave, you were absolutely drenched and covered in scratches and scrapes.

You slid down to the ground, panting and taking off your sweater, now heavy with water. It plopped against the ground, and you reached into your backpack.

“Fuck…”

Your phone had no signal, and you wouldn’t be able to go down the mountain to call anyone until the storm died down.

You yelped, jumping up from your seat and backing away from the entrance to the cave when lightning struck close by.

This sent you further into the cave, nearly tripping on the uneven, rocky ground.

Most would expect a cave out in the middle of nowhere to be cold and damp, and smell of moss and dust. Surprisingly, the further you traveled inside, the more… “cozy” it seemed.

It smelled almost like cinnamon and felt pleasantly warm. This made your shivering die down, your soaked clothes forgotten at the entrance of the cave.

Little did you know, you were slowly being lured in deeper by the inviting warmth and pleasant smell…

The first sign that something was wrong was a skittering that could be heard further into the cave. The hair on your neck stood up, but you tried your best to reason with yourself.

‘It’s probably just some rat or bug…’

But as your phone battery went out and darkness enveloped you without your only source of light, the noise got louder as whatever was making it approached.

You yelped when something brushed against you, and tried to scream, but your mouth was covered and something sunk into your neck…

Darkness.

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When you awoke, you felt something warm yet sticky enveloping you, keeping you from freezing while trapping you in place.

You were barely awake when you heard a purr like sound coming from the dark corner of the cave. A man’s face was barely visible within the shadows.

He was handsome, his eyes a dark red and hair a soft blonde, almost platinum color. It seemed he had been the one to trap you there.

“Hello, my dear. You’re finally awake…”

As soon as you were fully conscious, you began to struggle against your bonds, finally looking down to see what was keeping you from breaking free.

“Are those… webs..?”

You felt almost faint, staring down at the whitish, substance wrapped around you. It looked like thick, velvety ropes, but they were so sticky that you knew that they couldn’t be.

“Indeed.”

The man began to move forward, the same skittering sound appearing once more. You looked on in horror as his lower half was revealed.

Below his torso was not a set of legs like a normal, no, it was the abdomen of a spider.

‘The legend… is true?’

You had been captured by one of the spider people of myth…

“You must be scared… you’re just a human girl after all, and I’ve taken you away.”

He reached out, caressing your soft cheek with his hand. “But do not fear, I’m not planning on eating you, little one.”

His hand traveled down your face to your shoulder, his fingers playing with one of your bra straps.

“Far from it…”

Your cheeks heated up as he easily cut through your bra, his eyes on your now bare breasts.

“I’m in need of a mate to carry my eggs… and you’re the only woman that’s traveled to this mountain in ages…”

He breathed against your neck, licking the bite mark he left there earlier. “God, I could hardly hold myself back the moment I saw you. Such a plump, perfect woman, you’ll carry my eggs well…”

You whines as his lower half creates more webs, keeping you suspended in air, but freeing your soft cunt.

Quickly, he tore off your panties as well, growling lowly at the sight of your pretty, fat pussy. “Oh, my little mate, already this wet? Perhaps this was fate, for me to be sent this angel from above…”

He plunged a finger into you, pressing against your gummy walls and stretching you out as one of his spider legs nudged against your sensitive clit, just enough to stimulate you and get you to cum all over his fingers.

“There we go… such a good girl…” he purred into your ear, beginning to stroke his monstrous cock. He drew out several orgasms from you, prepping your virgin hole for him.

Within seconds, you were lowered down, your hips hovering over his as he nudged the head of his cock against you.

“Gods, you’re so soft…”

He kneaded your fat belly and thighs, purring in delight. “You’ll make such a good mother… you’ve got child bearing hips, like you were just meant to carry my eggs…”

Soft nips and nibbles were left on your neck and breasts.

“Every ten years, us driders go out to find a mate that’s suitable for us. I am the last of our kind, so there are no females left for me…”

He smiled, beginning to push in.

“But you… are not just going to be the woman that carries my eggs. You’ll be my mate, and I’ll cherish you.”

It was uncomfortable and painful, the way his cock stretched you out. You gritted your teeth and he cooed, but wouldn’t allow you to close your legs, two of his spider legs kept your thighs apart so he could sink deeper into your fat cunt.

“Shh, shh… it’ll feel good soon, my love…”

And he was right, his cock stretched you in such a delicious way, hitting all the right spots and making you cry out in pleasure.

He mounted you, fucking into your needy cunt as he groaned into your ear. “Gonna take my eggs, okay? My sweet girl, you’ll be such a good mommy won’t you?”

Suddenly you felt something push into you. Was that…

He was cumming, eggs filling up your pussy and settling into your womb. Soon your belly would swell as the eggs grew and developed, but for now, you were tired…

He kissed along your shoulders and neck, nuzzling into. Slowly, he lowered you down from the webs, curling up with you in a dark corner of the cave.

“You’ll be pampered, well taken care of… never again will you worry about a single thing…”

As you began to drift off to sleep, you realized that this creature truly thought you were beautiful… it made you happy.

So you snuggled into him, too full of cum and eggs to really even try escaping. Why would you?

You were loved… you felt truly beautiful for the first time in your life.

“I’ll prepare a cabin soon, there’s plenty of abandoned ones nearby. Wouldn’t want my mate to be uncomfortable.”

The way he nuzzled into you was filled with such love and care. He must have been lonely, being the last of his species.

So you decided to stay… at least for now…

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⁺˚⋆｡°⚝ You choose... me? ⚝°｡⋆˚⁺

thank you thank you thank you thank you Yandere! Hacker x Yandere Lover! Reader

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We honestly loved writing this geek, we end up adding some mention of yanderes games we play together! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧ Coffee likes to watch me react to yandere vns oh, don't act like you didn't melt over some of them too shhh. Anyways, hope you all enjoy reading this as much as we enjoy writing it! ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ - Tea

Woah, feels like it's been a long time! (since I last have seen my son lost to this monster, to the man behind the slaughter) ♡ˎˊ˗ tbh I could keep talking about this for hours, I love yanderes (づ> v <)づ♡ * Jack Skellington is still in his Christmas phase? Maybe I could ask him for one as an early gift - coffee

if you want context, you can go here but it's not that necessary we think - the twins

word count: 3.3k

tw: yandere behavior, willing reader, writing in you/yours, this got some internet/yandere references hope y’all catch them (links will be below the story, please do tell us if we missed any) If you don’t know them, take them as recommendations ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧ (weird to say that when there’s a blood soup reference on here, is like the canon event of everyone who likes yanderes), anxiety attack?, yapper yandere

Huh, honestly the one that struck you the most sure had to be Grier, you still can catch every so often from the corner of your eye how different security cameras move all of the sudden, probably hoping to find one not taped unsuccessfully, talk about stalkerish, cute.

“I will choose… Grier”

The seller gives you a soft sigh, almost of defeat but also relief, tapping his foot as he glances over at the one security camera that was moving now on the far right corner of the shop, moving frantically from side to side as if searching for something. He abruptly lifts up from his seat and groans. 

“Alright, I'll go get the ladder…” 

The seller goes down the wooden ladder after taking the tape off the camera lense and signs for you to come closer to it.

"The cameras here don't have sound but showing you to him should be enough of a clue all by itself"

You freeze as the security camera focuses on you, standing there, you wave awkwardly and the camera starts moving side to side abruptly before freezing,  like the person behind it moved away from it.

"Well, either he fainted or he is coming right away!"

The seller says in a cheerful voice as he goes to cover the camera lense again with a strip of tape. A couple of minutes pass before you hear the screeching stop of a car parking in front of the shop hurriedly, soon followed by a panting man who barges inside like his life depended on it.

“I’m here! I'm here!!” 

He says almost tripping on his own feet as he shoves in your face a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

"Oh, those are my favorites! Thank you"

"I-I know, don't worry, I made sure to do a quick background check on your medical history so I don't trigger any allergies, I promise I will gather more information tonight! Don't worry"

Well, you can’t really be surprised by his actions since you were warned, though you were by his speed, how did he manage to hurry here driving, buy you flowers and check your medical history in the process? I guess you’d never know, maybe he's a student of Penelope García.

“Well, Grie-”

As the seller attempts to congratulate you both, hand hovering over your shoulder to pat it as a friendly mannerism, Grier is quick to slap it away with a glare that makes you remember a surly cat.

“Is everything ready? I would much rather finish paperwork as quickly as possible” 

Wow, that’s a really sudden change of tone, the distant and somewhat professional posture he took in a matter of seconds makes you think if the Grier that was tripping over his feet, babbling nervously while giving you flowers was just a trick of your imagination, but the theory quickly dies as he places his stare on you again, his expression completely changing, getting all flustered and blushy again… cute. 

“Well, shall we get going? I hope you like my house but of course you can redecorate it- we can redecorate it oh maybe we should go first to your house to get an example? I can mimic your space so you feel comfier although if that makes you uncomfortable of course we don't need to I just would love to know more about you so that I don't messed up, well, not only things I mean get to everything about you, but please don't feel pressur-” 

“Grier, we got the memo, continue yapping out of the store. And for you Dear, I hope you find your happy ending with that parrot you bought, no refunds or returns are allowed."

The seller, who looks like he's about to get a migraine if he keeps hearing Grier, quickly kicks him out and says his farewells to you. As you exit the store behind Grier, he is quick to show you the way to his car.

"Thanks.. uh, do you mind if we go to my place real quick?"

Well, it's pretty obvious he will take you to his house and you can't really back up now so, you only need to gather some thi- oh, he's already panicking.

"Your place? Going to mine doesn't sound appealing? I-I can change it! What's the thing you would totally love that my house had? It's not like I don't want to see your house I honestly would love to but you do plan to come to mine after, right? Maybe you'd rather be in your place? But then we'd be so far away… or course I don't want to bother you I swear I can do and buy whatever will suit you best to be comfortabl-" 

"We're gonna go grab some of my clothes! I need my things, then we can go to your house"

The seller wasn't lying when he said Grier is a rambler type of person, but you can't really be annoyed by it, his voice is honestly so damn good, and the way it sounded when he went all serious mode talking to the seller was just… wait, no, no time for simping right now, you gotta think what do you need to gather from your house.

"Oh yes of course of course sorry I got worried for a momento although it would've nice to go shopping together if you forgot something of course we can also shop online if you don't really like crowded places oh, I… god"

As he was talking, you honestly were more focused on how pretty his watery eyes are, just hearing bla bla bla, you can't help but start caressing his hair, it seems like it took him by surprise but certainly not in a bad way, leaning into your touch as you run your fingers through his messy, wavy but soft hair, you must admit that you thought it was tangled at first but that isn't the case.

 Ah, right, your things.

"Well, shall we get going?"

You watch him nod, seeming incredibly out of words, as he red faced opens the door for you before going to his seat and searching for something in his phone before he starts driving. Uh, then you have full control over the music? He seems like in his own world and you hardly doubt he minds you changing the music when he still can't even cool down his blush… you must tease him from time to time for funsies, noted. 

Part of you wanted to put that one song from ayesha erotica but maybe it was a little weird, so you switch to the safe choice: do nothing. You switch to your phone to make a little note for yourself about important things you need.

Oh, right

You forgot to tell him your address because you were too focused on other things, well… just as you remembered he was already parking in front of your apartment anyways- 

Grier makes his way out of the car once the engine is off, walking around the car to open the door for you, helping you out with his hand, then walking alongside you as you make your way up to your floor and through the door of your apartment. 

"Here, make yourself at home, I’ll be picking  my clothes”

Although it doesn’t seem very smart to let someone like him snoop around, though you can’t help but also be curious about what he will do and, well, it’s not like he can do much since it's just your house… right?

Anyways, you left him for a moment to go pack clothes, catching him nervously walking around from time to time, but he seems really the quiet type, surely more on the soft yandere side, his droopy innocent eyes made him look the part.  damn wrong Dear, you seems like a yandere amateur, try again.

"Ugh, I still have so much to pack"

You murmured, already getting tired of the repetitive grap-and-pack motion, impatient to get to talk to your little yapper and get to know him better. Speaking of the devil, you feel his presence behind you, his shadow betraying his location as it engulfs you, then feeling a soft tap on your shoulder, so soft in fact it seemed as if your shoulder was made of needles.  

"You don't have to worry about your computer and stuff. I already have them backed up, t-to save you time! Since you seemed stressed and said I could snoop around I thought about helping a bit and backing up your devices… same with all your accounts- just to help of course"

Well, now you know what he was up to while you were busy.

WAIT A DAMN MINUTE

"...did you check my browser history?"

You blurt out the question as you run through the chance of any incriminating, possibly cringy, piece of information in your phone that might require some explanation… God forbid if he found your tumblr-

"...No"

He did.

"I have a tiny question though, if you don't mind of course- the last thing I want to do is bother you in any way"

He totally did.

"....depends, what do you want to ask, Dear?"

Okay, you got this, you got a yandere for something. Whatever he asks you, if it turns out awkward, there's little that can't be solved by some pampering when it's related to yanderes,  how he giggled when you called him Dear confirming this notion. You got this.

"I just was, you know, curious about what games you played, I wasn't prying! But, you know, it's good to know your interest to get to know you better and maybe play together while cuddling on the couch and have some hot cocoa with little marshmallows as we wrap ourselves in a big blanket…. Anyways, the point it's… what's exactly your type?"

Okay, you don't got this. 

"Huh, how is one thing related to another?"

It's better to buy a little time while you think of a correct answer for that. Would it be too cheesy to say something like 'you'? Maybe you really should have bought that manual for 'how to take care of your yandere' when they offered it to you on the website. 

"Well, wandering around a bit I found you seem to like playing something called 'dating sim'? According to what I saw it's like flirting and romance virtual characters although the stories really differ from one to another which makes it really confusing to figure out what's your taste to be honest"

Alright, you have to reply quickly to give him some peace, maybe he found one that really didn't resemble him and got nervous? It doesn't sound wise to let a yandere get insecure.

"My type is…"

You gently place your hand on his chin to make him look directly into your eyes.

“Let 's see… My type has gorgeous, green, droopy eyes, a bedhead that, I must say, is pretty damn soft, the kinda guy that rambles a lot and seems to have this nervous habit of straightening his clothes and, especially, my type is a certain guy that can't take his eyes off of me” 

You watch as a red tint paints his cheeks, a shivering smile appears on his face as he takes a step closer to you nuzzling himself onto your hand like a cat asking for attention.

"Really? Can you promise that? Will you willingly say that into a microphone? Just for the record, do you really really see me as your ideal?"

"Of course, of course, who wouldn't find an adorable hacker this endearing?'

"Then... you got a thing for hackers? So, your favorite was that seven zero seven?"

Did you really hear that right?

…

You can’t help but feel your past haunting your back. 

"It's a really good character, although, I find kinda sad that seven has this hint at him being aware of every reset"

Does this count as dodging the question? Maybe.

"Following that logic, I'm aware of every breath you take so does that means I can get more of your attention? Or maybe I'm being too greedy though you seem to have spent a lot of your time romancing them, obviously I'm not judging you but that means that it would be okay also for me to check on you at every hour, even if it's 2 am? Just to make sure you don't need anything, of course! That you're well cared for… or do I require something else to be worthy of that? Please tell me, is it my personality? I don't really think so since, well, I see you gush over intense personalities such as that… Damon? Deimon? The game isn't even finished but you seem to like everything about him although he doesn't really show you about himself. That means that what makes up your favorability is... The attention over you?"

Oh god, he found itchi.io, better start praying he didn't see anything weird.

"Well, they are just… games I played because I was bored, you shouldn't look too much into those”

"But you play more than one or two which means that you really enjoyed playing them and searching for more of that kind but I can't help but be confused and intrigued about what is that something, you even liked one where the characters shared the same body as a human and… a fae? I didn't really understand but they seem really different, which makes it very hard to find a pattern, but that isn't the only one you played like that, you also have one that switches between a shy boy and a flirty one, do you like the contrast? What exactly is that thing that makes you fawn over them? Maybe it would be good if I got two different aesthetics? I can't hide my name like that ‘redacted’ guy that looks mysterious…but I can change looks out of the blue and leave little clues of something? But, about what? I really don't have that much to tell and my stalking it's pretty much obvious, I also don't have superpowers to act like the hero one."

"Honey, it's okay, you don't need to do such a thing, as I said, I like you, those are just games I play in my free time to not get bored"

"Maybe it will be better if I go directly to straightforward characters? That 'Friend' was really honest most of the time, that… fan? Monster? Also was honest, why is there so much variety? But there also was people that were better at hiding it like that mushroom boy or that sol… it's difficult to stabilize a pattern if they keep variating so much, maybe I should put my focus on the ones you know the longer, I had to buy a seifuku and chase you with a chainsaw? No, there's the possibility I could injure you and I absolutely can't risk that, maybe I can buy a mannequin and put a synthetic deer head and say it my brother"

Okay, just how many did he see? Why does he need a pattern in the first place? You literally choose him, but well, he seems to want it to get more of your attention… Why don't give him so? Probably will help him to calm down, you aren't planning to do a crossover of Perfect Love with this guy.

"Dear, look directly at me for a second, did you hear what I was telling you? Listen to me, those are games, you are the one here with me, don't you think that you are already winning by far with that thing alone?"

You pinch his cheeks to get him to stop rambling about favorites, finally, and his eyes seem focused on you once again.

"Well, that's right, I'm the one feeling your touch, even if is a romance game, I'm the one closer to you although I'm not a big fan of you giggling and choosing flirty things but that hobby also means staying more at home where I can stick around more, if I think it carefully, it's something safe overall”

As you let go of his cheeks, he is quick to hold your hand in order to forbid you to move it away, leaning his cheek into your palm again as he talks.

"Yeh, there's a lot of people with the same taste in stories that me, so you can say they are pretty popular, don't look into it so much, there's no need to bother your mind with such a thing, these are just things I enjoy reading"

"It's true that they are just stories, you enjoy reading about lovesick so much? That's why you use tumblr? It makes sense since the blogs you follows also have the same theme and there's even one you seems to check frequent that's seems to have everything about yanderes… that's like you don't enjoy them in particular but the yandere part, don't you? That… sounds wonderful like it was probably obvious since you bought me but if you keep so much of your time looking for more of them that means you will just love my little antics too? please please say yes please please please"

Fuck, he did enter to your tumblr and even checks your followings, thanks god he end up with a good train of thought at the end.

"Yes, you're the one here, you shouldn't worry about the little hobbies I have, I just enjoy the reading, It's called dark romance and every character is different because one thing or another, you gonna get a headache if you think about it too much"

And please don't search more. Sadly, you can say that, he will definitely search more if you said it like that.

"Well, that makes sense, after all, you won't go into the yandere shop if you don't know anything about the subject, and there's a lot of options and… I win, because you chose me to let me be with you”

Well, your danger Kitty seems a lot more calm by now, you should note that if he starts rambling non-stop, focusing your stare at him totally works.

Well, you better start going before he start snooping on tumblr or worse: find c.ai

"Love, you know something? I'm getting sleepy, why don't we finish packing another day? I'm curious to see how it's your place"

"O-oh yes yes of course! I hope you find my house of your likeness but of course you can change whatever you don't like or if the neighborhood is not of your likeness we can also change that just differents methods I'd it the locations or the neighbors perse but I can totally take care of it you said you were sleepy, don't you? I have a spare room but if you are comfortable with it my bed is pretty comfy of course the spare room also has a comfy bed but…"

He keep yapping, you can't really help but giggled as he goes on with excuses on why you two should totally nap together for a better sleep as you two make your way out with some of your things to put them in his car, and as you get comfortable on your seat and he drives…. The unthinkable happens.

"Yes, we can eat that after napping together dear"

"Awesome! I love to spend more time with you as much as possible, we can watch something as he eat, oh right, we can totally watch that anime you saw"

Just like your breath, the cars stop for a moment at the red light.

"...which anime?"

He smiles to you, like excited to show off he knows a cool fact and pull his phone to research something quickly, and show you a photo of that one anime.

"You did really liked tha-"

"We don't talk about that one"

You feel your past decisions haunting your back once again.

That one anime for me totally will be Diabolik Lovers ngl- don’t proud of myself on that (if curious, my fav Sakamaki was Kanato and fav Mukami was Azusa), although I saw weirder, I hope Grier doesn’t bring those up, I rather them buried  ~ coffee

My questionable past anime has to be Brother’s conflict…WAIT THAT SOUNDS SO WRONG- I didn’t like the brothers aspect, not one bit! I sort of started watching thinking the thing was going to be about brothers being into the same girl and competing against each other, I didn’t think they’d be competing for their FUCKING STEP-SISTER. so yeah… the ending and opening were sick though…Coffee still teases me by playing them from time to time. ~ Tea (I totally recommend playing those out of the blue around a person who watched that anime, it's always fun ~ coffee)

All the links to the things Grier mentions in his ramblings:

Penelope Garcia is the hacker of criminal minds.

Binary Star Hero

A DOUBLE SIDED MIRROR

MONSTER X MEDIATOR

The Kid at the Back

Mystic Messenger (phone app)

*coff coff*  I must say, the Tumblr blog Grier makes reference of, is totally talking about maleyanderecafe, if you like yanderes, you had to know them, they got everything about yanderes, I love them (so yeh, the mention is cuz I wanted to fangirl a little)  ~ Coffee

See Thru: Need a Friend?

Inclement Idée Fixe

Mushroom Oasis

Broken Colors

Duality

14 Days With You

Perfect Love

Blood Soup

sorry for any misspellings or weird sentence structure ❣

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