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yandere masky x reader HC's
Obsessive yandere
Kills anyone too close to you
Kills anyone who loves you
Watches you 24/7
Cuddles you all the fucking time
Loves your face in his chest
Loves to hold you to close to him
Cooks
Takes good care of you
Takes you out to dinner if you are good
You on his chest when you guys are sleeping or you sleeping
kidnaps you while you are sleeping or knock you out then take you
You are his
So dont get to close to anyone if you dont want them dead
Movie nights but not a lot of them only sometimes
hope you like this!
5; 8 and 9 please and nsfw is optional.
Yes, the feral trio I never did a poly yandere before, and sorry for being so late school was holding me at gunpoint
P.s it's 1:43 am where im at and I got zoom at 7:10 I'll edit the grammar mistakes later but I didn't want you to have to wait any longer
Characters: Skully, Masky, Hoodie
Words 5k
TW: yandere thoughts, cussing, kidnapping, drugging
You met Jay during college when the teacher put you both together for a school project, you got to have a good read on his personality with Jay, being a curious goofy character with a charming atmosphere surrounding him.
After a while, you decided to start the project filming causal nature. you both shared a passion for nature being calmed by the forest, and the woodland creatures which made you closer. After a while, you noticed that he would rarely talk to any of his other friends in favor of talking to you.
This led to many intervals where you caught him staring at you during class and followed you around like a puppy which although made you irritated you brushed it off thinking nothing of it, after all, it's just goofy Jay being Jay.
But alas he fell victim to your charm the conversations he had with you stuck with him and the moments where you were in his presence kept him going till the next day, you reached his heart unlike anybody else he met, and he lived for you alone perhaps it was the way you carried yourself through the gloomy days or the way you were more kind-hearted than anyone he ever met.
He longed to catch your eye and make you laugh but certain feelings were starting to stew inside him whenever he caught your friends talking to you especially if they were putting their hands on your beautiful body and even if they did so casually it made him infuriated he believed that he should be the only one that should be graced by your presence not them
After all, you never knew their intentions but he had a gut feeling they weren't good they didn't love you they only loved you for your looks and looks alone but he loved everything about you and he didn't know why but alas he had friends who were close to you those friends being Brian and Tim his colleague's since high school
However, he had to obtain your affection and warmth to protect you so he wormed his way into your dating life because he had known your crush had his dark secrets that he cheated on his exes and he just couldn't let this snake wrap his suffocating coil and sink his poisonous fangs into you for his esteem
So to resolve this fear of his he followed him home in the dark and threatened to shoot him if he didn't avoid you like a plague but without his knowledge, he didn't know that he was being watched by none other than Tim who mentally noted with haste that he's not the only one who took a liking to you and strolled out of Jay's sight before he could notice him
Relief washed over as he went back to his secret home surrounded by woods away from his lonely college dorm comforted by the fact that the guy that tried to use you had been put in his rightful place now thanks to him all he had to worry about now was the fact that his other friends also shared a connection with you that was too close for his liking
You were his everything now and while he still cherished his friends he wasn't going to let either of them have you even if it put him in danger of course you only saw the good in people and that would include Tim and Brian which he would grow to admire but it would also make him nervous but despite that he knows you love him and he had to make a move quickly to prove he's the only right one for you
Oh how he longed to be anything that would make you happy and today being Valentine's day he promised himself this was going to be the day he asks you out and you'll say yes or at least he certainly hoped you would he grabbed a few things from the store some gifts he hoped would win your appreciation but he had a thought cropped in his mind what if you rejected him and if you did do such a thing how distraught he would be
He waved away those thoughts in his mind trying to convince himself he played his cards right after all he frightened any competition away from you while making sure to be by your side at every moment you needed him the thought of your gentle voice accepting his confession of love made his uneasy mind now calm and focused
Once he reached the school province he took the bag of gifts consisting of chocolates of your favorite brand and bouquets of lovely crimson flowers that are a symbol of his love for you he was finally ready to be your lover and he sure as hell hoped you were too as that thought passed his mind he peeked his head around the corner to your dorm
What he saw made his blood boil and felt a violent sensation he couldn't understand at the time and what he witnessed was Tim brushing his lips against your while caressing your cheek with his rough hand you weren't flinching away but rather leaning in into the troublesome kiss he didn't know Tim could do this he thought he made it clear that she belonged to him
Tim look so entranced by the way your chest raised and fell in sync with his own as he leaned closer with his arm bending above your head caging you against your dorm door
While Jay was peaking he noticed that Tim had a card with a heart placed on in front of it in one of his hands
He quickly pieced together that he had gotten to you first before him as he felt despair overwhelm him why did you have to love Tim of all people he quickly grabbed the gifts and descended the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible at the same time he felt hot tears stain his bitter cheeks that day he drove back to his home weeping
But as he stepped inside an environment of misery following behind him as he sat down on the sofa he didn't think he'd have the guts to kill Tim but little did he know that someone else was in the room with him that individual being Tim and although he didn't want to admit it
Tim planned to kill Jay ever since he witnessed him threaten to kill his old crush since you confessed about liking him which was a big mistake on your part but Tim was glad Jay took care of him but now he had to kill Jay but he acknowledges he didn't want to at all but Tim was afraid of what Jay was capable of when it comes to his unstableness
He knew Jay was infatuated with you and that he's been getting more and more unusual as you continued to spend time with him and he started to dissociate with Brian and Tim which was starting to get concerning because Jay was starting to become extra dependent on your affection to distract him from all the chaos going on in his life
But Jay himself was starting to take drastic measures to prove himself to you and Tim never thought Jay could be capable of violence but he's seen firsthand that he the man that he thought wouldn't harm an insect was contemplating murder out of love
So with guilt, he grabbed his firearm and stared as Jay slowly was lured into a deep slumber he slowly opened the oak closet door so that it was vastly ajar and he tiptoed quietly towards Jays sleeping form beads of sweat was beginning to form on his forehead
Once he loomed over the trembling man's resting figure his silhouette casting a shadow over him his hands shook as he raised the revolver to Jay's temple and his finger was on the trigger there was a small click followed by a thunderous bang
The gory sight of Jay would be etched into his mind for the rest of his life but it would be worth it to protect you but he had to admit it he for some reason felt relief in his mind and another feeling that was off it was a euphoric adrenaline rush he noticed that he was still shaking and realized that he should evade the scene as quickly as possible back to you
You were sleeping so soundly in Tims dorm and Hoodie thought your sleeping form was so beautiful so vulnerable he's been watching you for a while through Brian and he thought this would be the perfect moment to steal you away after he saw the note Tim wrote a letter to you inviting you to come to his place for valentines day
How romantic of him too bad Hoodies going to whisk you away now he recalls seeing you and Tim go on a dinner date in Tim's kitchen he prepared your favorite dish the reason he knows this was because he placed cameras in more secretive places to check on Tim and his episodes when he would become Masky and go out to do God knows what
Hoodie knew Tim was trying to keep he alter personality a secret from you as well as hide his more obsessive side when he would become Masky he would stalk you and take pictures of you going about your day and attach it to his wall later to look at when Tims feeling emotional which Tim had to compile in a box the day previously so you wouldn't freak out at him
Which Hoodie would probably have to steal along with you was a thought that came across his mind as he prepared a syringe with an unknown liquid inside of it from underneath Tims mattress he watched the scruffy brunette man got up and picked up a revolver from the drawer with his pale hands and walked out making sure to keep the gun hidden from anyone's view
Once he was out of sight propped up upon his shoulders he began crawling out from under the bed as quietly as possible as not to disturb your sleep as he stood up gazing upon your softly snoring form as he was searching for the perfect spot to prick your neck with the fluid once he found it he punctured the soft flesh injecting the liquid in your bloodstream you awoke for a second not long enough to examine him but only to be held down by the powerful man as he clasped his rough fingers around your both your wrist
"Shhhhhhh [Name.] baby just relax" he mumbled somewhat gently with a smug smile etched on his face, his thoughts instantly twisting into ideas of what he was going to do to you when you finally got back to where you truly belonged. "Everything is going to be just fine."
As soon as the drug invaded your mind and your world faded once again at the same time he hastily took you into his arms and started his journey back to his abandoned cabin into the darkness of the night and when he reached his own home he settled you in the bed in his room with ropes gripping your hands attached to the old oak foundation of the bed as he snuggled into your warm body once he was feeling bold as the night proceeded
"I've been wanting to do this for a fucking real long time." He mutters under his breath into the crook of the cozy soft flesh of your neck "Best part is that he doesn't know where I live so he can't take you away."
Tim didn't know what the hell could've happened while he visited Jay but all he knew was that something was wrong and now you were missing with no signs clues of to where you might be it was only when he found a note under the blankets with just three words that made his blood run cold
She's mine now
Now he knew has an idea of who could've done it Brian has been strange as well lately by giving death glares to him when Tim tries to flirt with you not only that but he seemed to be more encouraging of Jay's stalkerish behavior Tim now realized the mistake he made earlier by leaving you alone to murder Jay before he could murder him Tim believed the only reason Brian was nudging Jay to stalk you was to get Jay to stop bothering him and let him live in peace but now that Jay was dead there was no other suspect left but Brian
As he was piecing together what could've transpired he heard a buzzing coming from his cell phone he took the phone in his hand while the faint glow of light was still emanating when the device as he saw the message from none other than Brian with a string of numbers possibly coordinates to his location where he kidnapped you from him while he was busy
His breath started to get more uneven with his eyes dilating out of fear while thoughts flew past his mind about your safety he was started to hold himself with his hands gripping diagonally at his upper arms while the fabric of his flannel creased as a reaction to his strength he started to tremble not out of distress but resentment his knuckles started transforming into a snowy white from how hard he was clenching his fist
His mind was beginning to feel fuzzy as his own thoughts were starting to get quiet but the static in his mind was getting only louder followed by a loud booming voice that was starting to overtake him again but this time he welcomed it as he didn't know what other actions he could take
Once it finally overtook him a sinister simile was plastered upon his parched slips he was going to get you back and slaughter Brian as atonement for stealing you and maybe keep you in the cabin away from the violence and then he would fix everything thus you would belong to him
"Fuck Brian you know I'd do anything to protect [Name.] anything for her to be mine." He growled under his breath, eyes now focused on the porcelain mask with dark circles around its eyes with eyes knitted up in what appears to be suprise and pitch jet lips on the wall he told you was just for decoration "You're about to regret what you've just done." He remarks followed by a deep huskier chuckle
He clutches his handgun yet again and sets off on a search to locate the coordinates stepping into his vehicle and sliding in the keys before turning it to start the engine and pulling out of the college campus parking lot now focusing on the road in front of him and driving into the nightfall as to not be discerned by anybody
When he finally reached the trail to the cabin he started sprinting his way to whatever location Brian had sent him he had no time to waste following a trail of footprints of crunched leaves and snapped twigs on the surface of the ground floor when he finally reached the window of the cabin he stood and pressed an ear to listen for activity in case Brian was preparing an ambush for him in one of the rooms
He heard the sound of a struggle and the sounds of thuds something else that he couldn't quite make out but it was still extremely worrying
Bam...bam...bam! "AARGH!" followed by a thunderous crackling of somebody he couldn't make out the voices clearly but he could at least assume what's occurring...what if it was Brian hurting you because you did something that made him extremely furious if that were the case he'd have to come and rescue you but at the same time he'd have to keep his alter ego a secret to avoid your concern for him
He quickly wrapped his fingers around a nearby rock and launched it directly at the cabin glass window instantly shattering it to sharp pieces and stepping through it carefully and at that moment he could make out masculine yells coming from the room in front of him now he is certain the voice wasn't actually you much to his relief
As he more steps towards the door intertwining his fingers against the knob of the old wooden door and twisting while at the same time putting his strength against the ancient oak entryway he could still make out another familiar yet unknown voice furiously screaming along with Brian shouting among all the commotion which fueled his yearning to harm Brian for bringing both you and him into his annoying scheme even moree
Then as he walked inside the miserable room with the white paint heavily chipping away following that sight he witnessed Brian in a vibrant orange yellowish hoody stained in certain places with what appears to be blood along with a pitch-black fabric mask covering the entirety of his head beside the hood that was pulled over his head another thing he noticed on the material placed on Brian's face was a red frown along with crimson pinpoint dots for eyes additionally just plain worn out jeans that looked to be somewhat dirty he realized that this wasn't actually Brian but his alter ego whose name was unmistakably known to him as hoodie but he was still going to execute him nonetheless for possibly harming you
But the other figure straddling Brian clutching a cell phone above him looked somewhat familiar with a coffee brown leather jacket with a black hood that was also above his head he noticed the man's jacket happens to also be tinted in particular spots with that easily recognizable red liquid in addition to this he wore a mask that resembled that of a skeleton with two rows of square teeth and dark circles on both of the holes where his eyes would be with eyebrows that looked to be expressing with curiosity
"Give me back my phone right now you fucker!" Brian hissed eyes glaring up at the man on above of him trying to get to pry the man off him "And get the fuck off of me!" He added with a hint of irritation
"SHE'S MINE SHE'S MINE YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SHE'S MINE!" The man snarled in an outrage his tone obviously hysterical as he raised his other fist preparing to hit Hoodie with a flurry of punches aimed at his already bloody face
As Masky stepped closer to the scene there was a painfully audible creak and both men stopped for a second before their head began tilting over to Masky's direction than the mysterious man spoke his words flowing out of his mouth like fluid
"Well...well...well remember me?" He implored Masky swiftly changing his tone from outrage to relaxed while staring at him intently still with that emotionless mask whilst Hoodie kept swatting for the man to get off of him
"No who the hell are you and did you send me that text." He questions feeling himself getting more disgruntled with this confusing situation he opens his mouth to speak once again "And where is [Name.] What did you do to her!?" His eyes gaze directly at the unusual man
"Oh, you don't recall me, your friend? that you shot dead in my own home!" The man glares and scowls at Masky the unpleasant memory started to rise in his mind again "You took my love then you took my life and now I'm back for vengeance"
"Jay?" Masky grumbled, "there's no way I killed you, why aren't you dead?!" He shouted his mind racing with questions maybe he was just hallucinating this whole predicament
"Close im Skully, but about your little question I'd rather not answer that." Skully answered back Hoodie now was panting under him from a combination of him being crushed under his weight and his failed attempts to injure Skully with his sore bloody knuckles
Hoodie was beginning to feel lightheaded from only getting to inhale so much oxygen just when he thought he was about to black out Skully stood up with his eyes boring into Maskys then Skully spoke
"I'm going to...kill you then I'll kill hoodie then she'll be mine all mine." Skully's breathing started to hitch and become heavier like a bear's breathing as he slowly took a step towards Masky "it's going to be all okay everything's going to be fine it's about to be the way it should be."
You started to thrash around in your bounds fortunately to you it was becoming looser you tried to observe the darkness of the environment around you to tried to find a way to escape back to safety there were windows but they were boarded up but there was an old door which caught your eye as you limped over to it still sore from the burns of the rope that felt like a harsh heat
As you wrapped your hand around the knob and pushed you heard the conversation of people in the next room so then out of curiosity you put your ear to the door you could make out a thickly deep voice and some the sounds of some light coughing along with Tims's voice which filled you with both relief and fear
Because on one hand, Tim is here to save you from this place but on the other what if he got wounded by that other man after thinking about what to do in this situation for a minute that felt like an eternity you decided it would be best to step into the room help Tim beat that man and escape with his help and call the authorities
As you stepped into the room everybody peered in your direction you caught a good look at them one being Tim with his dark brown hair and yellow jacket and worn jeans and a white mask covering his face with what looks to have dark lips and circles encasing the holes meant for the eyes the man in front him looked a bit similar
He has a tan leather jacket with a raven black hood and the same worn pants and a white mask white rectangular teeth and the same dark circles around the eyes as Tims but this time with the same eyebrows settled in a surprised manner in your direction as if they were startled by you waltzing in the room
And then finally there was that easily recognizable sound of Brian's roughly breathing you heard in your sleep but right now he was on the floor laid flat with blood with a yellow orangish cloth hood along with ordinary jeans and a black cover mask with crimson red frown and two dots for eyes above it
"What's going on! who are you?" You questioned loudly, eyes flickering around the room. you were wondering why they were in costumes was Tim in on this sick circumstance?
"I'm here for you my beloved and im Jay but...in a different form," he announced casually as he made a fist and pointed his thumb to his face "My names now Skully"
You were confused because Skully didn't look like Jay whatsoever he was taller and his voice was a lot deeper almost in a chilling way and his figure looked to be more stronger than Jay with his broad shoulders but the only thing that was the same about him was the way he spoke
"[Name.] Give me a minute to deal with him. I won't be needing your help." Masky sighs casually trying to weave away in his mind to distract Skully so your as least scared as possible
"That's quite a rude way to talk." Skully quickly brought out his hand and grabbed his pocket knife from out of his jean pocket while using his other hand to clench Masky's throat blocking his airways while Masky started making choking sounds trying to struggle out of his grasp
"If you kill him I won't ever love you!" You blurted out of desperation trying to save your lover from getting his throat slashed from Skully's blade your eyes now are being focused on Tims trembling body
Skully faltered at this his breathing now became even more intense then he dropped Tim with a dull thud then he started to clutch his arms and rocked himself ever so slightly back and forth in an attempt to comfort himself from your words
While Skully was distracted Hoodie who was now back to full willpower hastily got up as quick as possible and clenched Skullys knife from behind and had it now hovering over Skullys throat Hoodie didn't say a word and just when he was about to make the slit you perked up
"No, don't kill him either for the love of God!" You cried out you didn't believe that what Skully possibly done was right but that doesn't mean you want him to perish you took a quick breather before continuing "Don't or else I be able to love you either"
Instead of trying to comfort himself in an attempt to forget your words he just gave a disappointed sigh and slowly backed away from Skully while he raised his hands in surrender secretly smirking under his mask now comforted that you saved him
Masky was now staring at Hoodie already reaching in his pocket for his handgun but before he could you interrupted "That goes the same for you too Tim."
And with that, he stopped in his tracks and looked from Hoodie to you with a blank stare so you couldn't be able to get a read with how upset he was that you would say such a thing especially when it was Hoodie that did this to you and dragged him into it
"Actually I got an idea," Hoodie speaks enthusiastically eyeing everyone in the room chuckling as ideas resurfacing in his head then smirking to himself "If [Name.] Hates it when we're at each other's throats then let's just share her"
Skully had a thousand-yard expression yard stare then he uttered "Actually as much as I hate sharing I'd rather share than be genuinely despised by my sweetheart."
"I'm going to be honest I'm tired of me and [Name.] Getting stressed by college and...I would rather spend more time with her" Masky spoke softly yet reluctantly while his eyes glanced at yours lovingly "And I'd prefer not to kill my friends despite what they've done"
your lips started to depart to talk attempting to sound stern but your voice came out meek "I'm not sure about this." Your stare now focused on the floor and not any of the men in front of you who on the other hand were staring right into your eyes
Now your mind was frantic on one side how are you supposed to split your affection between three of the closest people in your life all the time and also you loved Jay and Brian as a friend and maybe Tim as a lover but you didn't want them to be at each other's throats especially Skully since he appeared to be tougher than the other two men another thing to note is that all three of them could easily hurt you although you can sense that they didn't want to
But what if they forced you into this scenario if you resisted would they punish you or your family so with that last thought in mind you decided it would be best to accept their offer after all it would be selfish to have somebody dying just because you resisted their demented obsession with you and after all…maybe you'll learn to love them over time
So trying to hide the anxiety in your voice and the heat on your cheeks you spoke loudly enough for them to hear "I've decided that your offer is for the best so I'll accept." their face lit up at your words
Skully was the first one to step towards you at a slow pace as he wrapped his arms under your own in a warm tight embrace whilst he put his chin atop your soft hair
Then Hoodie came trapping you in a side hug nestling into your shoulder while you could feel him against your skin grinning ear to ear through the mask
Then there was Masky who came up from behind and settled his rough hands down on your shoulders then he bent down to kiss the back of your neck which made you jolt in surprise in response to this he just chuckled then he bent down and put his arms under your legs and swept you off your feet while the other two men backed off now carrying you bridal style
Then he started to head back into the bedroom where you woke up in taking the lead while the other two followed then setting you down gently atop the soft oak bed while Hoodie reached for something underneath the bed much to your dismay while you were caged in the middle of the bed between Skully and Masky then Hoodie stood up with a syringe in hand while Masky snaked his arms over yours so that your arms were to your side and you were pulled flush against him feeling him purring against your neck while Skully began to stroke your hair with one hand in an attempt to calm you while his other hand was tracing patterns on your thigh
Hoodie slowly came on top of the mattress putting a finger to his lips while silently shushing you not to struggle as you felt the familiar prick of your skin as your sight began to fade and turn black
"Shhhh love you made the right choice we're so glad but now is the time you get your rest." Was the last thing you heard from Masky's lips before you fell into a deep sleep.
Hey I finally got the courage to post this so let's go
Words: 1,617
Characters: Yan Masky
Thick oak branches struck your body, beads of sweat trailing down your face as you ran, ran from him, the mysterious person hunting you down through the quiet forest you once called your escape from reality. You didn't know what he wanted from you, but you sure as hell didn't want to find out.You ducked behind a bush in the hidden shadows for protection, like an animal hiding from a hungry predator eager to find it. You clamped your pale hands over your mouth in an attempt to muffle your erratic breathing and sealed your eyes shut to make the light-headed sensation in your skull fade.
The forest surrounding you was completely silent, almost like it was mocking you for being so hysterical. If there was an audible sound, the ringing in your ears drowned it out. You waited there for what seemed like an eternity of tense tranquility. You were currently having thoughts about this mysterious person. You didn’t get a good look at him since you were too focused on avoiding him seeing you at all costs. Again, you didn’t know his motivation for stalking you at first. You just saw him lurking around your neighborhood at the time, and you thought it was just some impolite teen wearing a freaky mask to frighten the local children, but you quickly noticed he only appeared around you like it was a routine for him, but you made one fatal mistake: you were beginning to feel uncomfortable with this person.
You were already arming yourself with a stainless steel kitchen knife as you roared your threat, gripping the sleek wooden handle and trying to maintain eye contact with the man. Despite your anxiety, you managed to mentally note his appearance: he was dressed in tattered jeans and a light tan jacket, both with pockets.
For a few seconds, the man stood motionless, his eyes gleaming through his mask, staring at daggers piercing your soul. coffee brown hair shifted as a breeze hit his face before he calmly turned in the other direction and walked off out of your sight. In response to this, you breathed a sigh of relief, but that relief was short-lived when you heard a noise coming from your door. The unnerving sound was the jingling and rattle off your doorknob. held the kitchen knife to your beating chest and prepared yourself while trembling as you realized he was trying to lockpick the door to get inside stood there too afraid to take initiative
Suddenly, the rustling of the lock ceased, and he gave your timber door a powerful push, allowing the door to swing open. Much to your dismay, you recognized that in his hand was a crimson flathead screwdriver, and you could easily recognize the scarlet liquid on his ripped jeans as well as the rod of the screwdriver.
You already regretted saying anything in the first place, now that you were in this situation, and in an instant, he began rushing towards you, the stained screwdriver still gripped in his pale hand, while you tightened your eyes in terror and stood too stunned to flee from this maniac until you felt his rough hand on your neck while the screwdriver hovered over your sensitive flesh.
His frigid paper mache mask was burrowing in the crook of your neck while his leg was bent in between yours, effectively pinning you to the aged wall. Then you felt the vibration of him speaking in a low musky voice,
"I miss you so fucking much..." His rough voice causes you to tremble."You clearly don't understand how I yearn for your affection." His dark chuckle echoed off the walls as he made his final statement.
His voice sounded familiar but you couldn't recall who he was. The panic flowing through your veins wouldn't let you process your next logical words as fight or flight kicked in"...Ge-
Get off please I'll do anything I'll give you all my money just leave me alone!" You started to squirm in his grip in a fruitless attempt while he resumed pinning you to the wall.
"I don't want your money, I want you back [Name.]" He emphasized the last word as he deeply breathed down the crook of your neck. He seemed to be disappointed in your plea by the tone of his voice.
But your panic increased when you felt him start to caress the side of your chest with the side of his hand and slowly started to creep up to your breasts. He started to chuckle as he did, making sure the screwdriver he had was still in his view.
"What the fuck are you doing... stop!" You shouted and wanted nothing more than to flee at that moment, so after a deep breath, you clenched your clammy hands around his arm that held your neck in place. You reeled back one fist and punched him square in the face as he took a step back from the impact.
You took your chance and continued your flurry of punches before turning sharply towards your backyard door and twisting the knob as it flew open from your force and continuing your mad dash away from that maniac as he followed dangerously close behind you, calling for you to "name, COME BACK NOW!"
The man exclaimed while you kept running your surroundings making it difficult to keep a good distance
That's when you had the bright idea to sling one of the thick tree branches back at him while running, which worked in practice with the satisfying sound of the whip of the tree limb and the loud pained groan mixed with the man's voice as it hit him in the face.
You didn't hear him running behind you anymore, so you just kept running until you couldn't anymore from exhaustion, which left you trembling behind some bushes like a scared prey with your eyes still glued shut.
You decide to open your eyes, only to be met with the gaze of a man.His face was now unmasked before he pinned you to the ground, roughly scanning your body; at this point, you were too exhausted from running to fight back, which he took advantage of by using his entire muscular body as a weight on yours, and as your tired eyes observed his face, you realized it was none other than your ex, Tim Wright.
voice sounded a lot different than what you remember, gravelly and deep, like he was hooked on cigarettes and his voice showed that and his body looked like it had a lot more muscles compared to when you remember dating him, but your thoughts were interrupted by him.
"You must've tired yourself out after running for so long. I'm really glad you left a trail of footprints in leaves and broken twigs, sweetheart." Tim cooed in your ear while stroking your thighs. You said nothing in response, your eyes wide in shock. He chuckled at your expression and continued
"I'm sorry for scaring you. It is the last thing I want, but I really need you back in my life". Tim mumbled his eyes looking adoringly at you which you found oddly comforting much to your dismay
As he continued, you still didn't have the ability to speak. "I've been so stressed lately, and I haven't been able to get you off my mind."
"You know, the thought of you has been my only solace."He leaned down and readjusted a few strands of hair out of your face, allowing you to see slightly better.
"Why-who did you stab with the screwdriver, Tim?" You implored him as his face contorted in discomfort and turned his head to avoid your gaze.
"Your neighbor, and before you ask why, it's because he was a dickhead to you with cruel names and harassment." His face morphed into hatred as he gazed at the ground below.
You instantly knew who he was talking about: your neighbor. Greg was one of those people who was despised in the community for his failure to be a decent human being; you remembered when he killed the local's dog by feeding it antifreeze and when he got into a fight with the host of a barbecue party you attended near your house; additionally, whenever he saw you, he would sexually harass you and mock you for rejection.
Internally, even though he wasn't a good person in your eyes, you knew he didn't deserve to die and you decided against voicing that.
"I'm sorry, I know you don't like it, but I had no choice!"His hands were firmly placed on the sides of your chest as he gave you a hysterical look, catching your terrified expression.
"You have to understand that I killed him for you!" He continued his insane rambling as he gripped harshly at your arms "I'll make it up to you, I'll make you love me again!"
You parted your lips to speak before Tim clamped a pale hand over your mouth. "You don't get a say in this, darling. You are going to be mine, whether you like it or not."
With one hand silencing your cries for help, he took the other and started to gently caress your cheek with your clothes still covering you, while whispering incoherently under his breath.
You will eventually learn to love him, he will make sure of it. You will understand why he did this in time, he will make sure of it.
when i put my hands on you ( masky x famele OC )
Intrude: Sabrina Johnson started a dangerous game with a dangerous person as the game progresses the more the masked obsession increases.
And Sabrina fears what the outcome will be in the final round.
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the first chapter of this is not the complete story and more an idea of a chapter for more in the future, this here is practical a public scribble of the story so it will have little context more in the future I intend to release the full story
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There are two things that pull Sabrina out of her sleep.
The first is the weight of someone sitting on her bed.
The second is Masky familiar feeling in her presence.
Sabrina suddenly stands up, her amber eyes darting to the foot of the sofa bed. Masky is obscured by shadow, his expression hidden from her view, but when he speaks, his voice is as clear as the moonlight filtering through his bedroom windows. “You woke up faster than I thought,” he observes, kneeling on her bed.
She's woken up to find Masky in her room or in her bed so many times before that, at this point, she finds it more boring than anything else. Sabrina sighs and rubs her temples. "What forced you to break into my house this time?"
Moonlight hits half of Masky. In his face, the edges closer to hers. He appears to have stepped out of a tenebrist painting, his striking features depicted in silver and obsidian. “We need to talk,” Masky says in a tone that's as cold as his gauze.
“And we will. Tomorrow.” Sabrina quickly looks at the alarm clock and then back at it. When it's not three in the morning.” She sternly enunciates the last four words before bringing her hand to her mouth to stifle a yawn.
Masky grabs Sabrina by the wrist and pulls her forward in one fluid motion. “You seem to have forgotten how this works,” he sees, pressing his face against hers as he grips her wrist more tightly. "When I say we need to talk, we talk."
Masky grabs Sabrina by the wrist and pulls her forward in one fluid motion. “You seem to have forgotten how this works,” he sees, pressing his face against hers as he grips her wrist more tightly. "When I say we need to talk, we talk."
Sabrina looks at him with cool indifference. "I would hardly call it conversation," she intones, "and I don't remember that's how things work between us."
Masky eyes darken as a high-pitched bark of melancholy laugh escapes him. "I thought you might say that." His lips curve into a smile that reminds Sabrina of a predator with its teeth, a smile that is more of a threat than an expression of pleasure. "And I think it's time to remind you of what it means to be mine."
Sabrina releases her wrist from Masky grip and flits back. "What are you talking about?" she says more forcefully than she intended. "I already told you. I don't belong to-"
Masky growls, his eyes glittering wildly. He grabs Sabrina by the shoulders and throws her against the mattress. Her bedroom seems to spin around her, and by the time she flashes the bedroom back into focus, Masky is astride her, perched on top of her like an incubus. "You're mine," he growls, his tone as dark as the shadows that fill the corners of her room. He sinks his teeth into her neck, just above her wrist. "I don't know why this is so hard for you to accept." Masky bites down hard enough to draw blood and tightens his grip on Sabrina's bare shoulders to keep her in place as she pulls away from him. Her mouth feels like a red-hot iron against her skin as he covers her neck and shoulders with bites, hard and meant to hurt. Her wounds are terrible, but the searing pain in her neck and shoulders is nothing compared to the heat that springs to life inside her before being erased by a wave of shame.
Masky pulls away and straightens, licking Sabrina's blood from her lips. "Let me make this clear," he says humbly as he stutters at her and assesses the damage he's done. “Your heart” – he puts his hand over it beating his heart – “your life, and your very soul belong to me. I understand?"
"I understand you're jealous," Sabrina says firmly, "but I- Her hands close around her throat like the jaws of a vise and the air moves around them. Her tenebrous presence deepens into something darker than night and becomes heavier and more noxious than the thickest smoke. Sabrina tries to move, to fight him like she did before, but it's as if her presence is physically holding her back. She is paralyzed.
“Don't confuse this with something it's not,” Masky hisses as he squeezes his neck, cutting off his air. "It's about reminding you of your place." Sabrina's vision starts to blur and her head starts to spin from lack of oxygen, but she keeps her eyes fixed on Masky even as the shadows around him seem to unnaturally increase and black spots begin to dot her. eyesight. "I could kill you right here and now." He lets the words hang in the air as he stares into Sabrina's red face. "But I'm not going."
Masky takes his hands from her throat and his lips curve in a hint of a self-satisfied smile as Sabrina uses the opportunity to take a deep breath in a series of breathless gasps. Bastard, she thought, scowling at him.
Masky drags his knuckles over Sabrina to her cheek. "You know, you're the only one who doesn't seem to understand that you belong to me. Your brother your so-called friends even my host…” He scrunches up his nose in disgust, unable to hide his contempt. "They all know you're mine." Masky slips his hand into the back pocket of his jeans. "So tell me Sabrina," he says, bringing his mouth to her ear, "what should I do to make you understand that I'm your masky pulls a pocketknife from his pocket with a dramatic flourish and holds it up in the moonlight. Sabrina instantly recognizes the It's the knife she kept under her pillow until about two months ago, when she woke up one morning to find it was gone. he studies her icy expression. “Perhaps I should carve my name into your flesh as a permanent reminder,” he muses, dragging the blade across her cheek in a wicked caress. Sabrina debates whether it's worth answering while ignoring the sting of the blade when it pierces your skin. A drop of blood spurts from the small, shallow cut, and Masky offers her a smile as sharp and cruel as the knife in his hand. "On the other hand, that doesn't solve the problem, does it?"
The only problem here is your lack of control,” Sabtjns replies without missing a beat, disdain coloring his words.
"Actually, I've been exercising a lot of moderation." Masky leans over and drags his tongue over the cut on Sabrina's cheek, chuckling darkly when her face twists into a grimace of disgust. "But I can change that." He cleans her knife using her nightgown before closing the knife and putting it back in his pocket. "And I could start by eliminating these pests you surround yourself with."
Sabrina's eyes widen in alarm, but she quickly regains her usual cold blood. “You are bluffing. It would just reduce the amount of influence you have over me. ”
“I'm surprised to hear you talk so coldly about your pathetic friends,” says Masky, brushing his thumb against her lips. "That's probably for the best, though. After all, they don't seem to value you as much as you value them."
Sabrina rolls her eyes. She is so familiar with this particular line of manipulation that she can list each step. First, Masky will highlight the times when her friends didn't trust her. Then he will point out how much effort she put into helping her brother and his friends. Add a teaspoon of no one appreciates you like I do, a dash of I would never abandon you despite all evidence to the contrary, a dash of I'm just the one who understands you, a dash of we're not so different The 3000-Year-Old Recipe of Masky for emotional manipulation.
"Where do you want to get?" Sabrina asks, her emotionless masky voice running her fingers down her throat, her nails scratching at the wounds in her neck. "My point is they won't come after you." In contrast to the implied threat that sets off the alarm in Sabrina's head and turns the blood in her veins to ice, Masky's tone is casual, almost colloquial.
Come looking for me? What-"
"It's the simplest solution." Masky continues fluidly, as if Sabrina has never interfered. "If I can't get rid of them, I'll just get you out of them."
Sabrina can feel the color drain from her face and her brows furrow. Her mouth is dry. Her lungs seem to be full of ice. She wanted to protest, wanted to tell him how stupid this was, but the words were frozen in her throat.
“That's a beautiful expression,” Masky practically purrs, his voice dark and resonant as he holds Sabrina to his face with his hands. He reads to her and drinks in every detail of her countenance, from her furrowed brow and her fierce, but slightly eager, her gauze to her soft lips, she pursed in disgust. "I wonder, is this your way of trying to appease me?" He didn't give her a chance to respond before slamming his lips against hers with blunt force. “Because everything you're doing is tempting me even more,” Masky says, biting his bottom lip. "I could arrange a place in the mansion for you and make you my prisoner here and now."
Despite the chill that coats Sabrina's insides, it feels like a heat haze has settled over her head, thickening as Masky pinches her chin. Still, she felt compelled to challenge him, not to back down. “I'm not letting this happen,” Sabrina replies, her voice firmer than she feels.
Masky laughs and turns away from her. “What can you do to stop me? You can't even move. And even if you could, it wouldn't do any good. You look exhausted.” He tucks a strand of hair behind Kohaku's ear with mocking gentleness. “I thought a lot about locking you up with me,” he says, apropos of nothing. “About the terrible things I would do to you and how you would have no choice but to lie down and accept. You would be entirely under my control, where you belong. Masky's breath catches in his throat, his eyes glittering with animalistic excitement and hunger that sends a shiver down Sabrina's spine. "Just think about it." Sabrina never wanted to think of anything less, but her imagination betrays her. Her mind passes through a series of images and sensations, each like a snapshot of some eerie nightmare. His sharp scalpel smile and fingers gliding under her skin. Darkness bubbling in her lungs like tar. An image of herself, her lips painted in her own blood, lying sprawled out like a porcelain doll. Masky cradled her in his arms, the two of them alone in an ebony void.
"I would be your whole world." Masky closes his eyes and smiles to himself, and for a moment he looks completely at peace. “I would be your god. ”
“You're delusional,” Sabrina retorts, her voice filled with disgust. Masky opens his eyes and laughs. "And you are helpless." He pats Sabrina on her cheek condescendingly while looking at her with a thoughtful expression. Silence falls between them, and it seems like a few minutes have passed when Masky speaks. “You know, condemning you to the shadows now would hardly be satisfying,” he says when he finally gets off her. "Breaking you piece by piece looks much more attractive." Masky swings his legs on the edge of the bed. “When I win in our little game I will extinguish all hope you have, I will drown you in darkness. I hope so."
he gets up and walks towards the door. “I would hate to have to speed up my plans for you,” he says, looking back at Sabrina over his shoulder, “but who knows what I might do if you keep testing me like this. You have no idea how hard it is for me to contain myself when it comes to you. "
Masky flashes one last mocking smile before walking out of her. "Good dreams."
And with those parting words, he closes the door behind him.