That is all ;>

--> This is for the Yandere McQueen arc. Purely a solo/alone rp.

McQueen stands infront the bathroom mirror.

A reflection.

A reflection that isn't quite hers but is also hers at the same time.

"..." McQueen says nothing. The person staring back at her shares the same face... yet doesn't...

"Speak." She said.

It didn't respond.

It smiled.

Why was she smiling aswell...?

She reached up with trembling fingers. "What...?"

"You know what you want."

It spoke to her...

"What do I want...?"

"You want Sunday to be yours only.'

"...I—"

"Get rid of them."

McQueen clenched her fists, hands wrapping around her hair as if she was trying to pull it out.

"Kill them... KILL THEM!"

"N-No... NO!—G-GET AWAY!—"

The light flickered. McQueen dropped to her knees, her cries reverberating through the empty, dark bathroom.

A ghostly hand caressed her cheek.

"My darling... they will take HER away from you..."

"...B-But Sunday loves me... s-she loves... everyone..." McQueen shook her head.

"One day... she'll lose interest in you..."

"!!!" McQueen shot up to her feet, trying to brush away the presence. "She wouldn't...!—"

"She would." McQueen felt the figure circling her. "She has so many options... while you...? You're stuck with HER only." The figure grinned leaning forward to whisper into McQueen's ears.

"Get rid of them... and she'll be yours..."

"...No."

"Get rid of them... and she'll be yours..."

"Get RID of them... and she'll be YOURS..."

"GET RID of THEM... and SHE'LL BE YOURS!"

"GET OUT OF MY HEAD!—"

McQueen punched the glass mirror with all she had. Countless glass frames shattering and spreading across the bathroom floor. Leaving her knuckles bleeding from the impact.

She hit her back against the wall, breathing heavily, trying to regain her composure... but still. The voice remained.

"You made your choice... but one day... I'll take over."

Mejiro McQueen and Sunday Silence always had a very interesting relationship... actually. A very unique one.

Some can argue that the relationship extends far past what others call "friends" and "acquaintances." Becoming more and more into "lovers(?)"

But never did anyone expect that this... "relationship" can go farther... deeper... and into something that most eyes would call degrading.

...

The shut, wooden mahogany door was the only thing that held the ugly, yet intimate truth in secrecy. Inside the room — low, soft neon lights casted an almost romantic scene if not for the clinking, tugs of chains and the arousing moans of Mejiro McQueen, pulled closer to Sunday Silence with a sharp pull of the rope of the collar, beckoning her closeness to Sunday.

"So beautiful..." Sunday muttered. A faint smirk makes it's way up her face while McQueen, kneeling on both knees looked up at her, cheeks blushing furiously.

"Y-You really are pushing your luck n-now..." McQueen warned, but her tone lacked the seriousness She always had. She struggled to look at Sunday directly which made her even more excited.

"Oh...? Playing this game already now, darling?~" Sunday's hand came crashing down on the dual soft globes of McQueen's ass, her hands caressed on, the oil on her skin mixing the nectar of McQueen's liquid sweetness turned sweat.

McQueen let out a soft groan, perhaps of pleasure? Sunday didn't care. She pulled McQueen down onto her lap, tilting McQueen's neck to the side for easier accessing of her neck.

"Hick—!" McQueen let out a sound. Her body shivering intensely as Sunday's tongue lapped in slow, smooth strokes. The rough edge, similar to sandpaper accentuated the feeling. She felt powerless... and yet. Why was it so good...?

"D-darling... I-I know I teased you too much before but—Mmmph!—" Her words were cut off by another sharp slap. This time, Sunday felt joy in groping this elegant, almost... ethereal lady.

"Honey... perhaps, next time. You shouldn't go to rough on me, right?" Sunday flashed a wry smile. "Since you know that what is the concept of karma~?" She nibbled at McQueen's cheek as if trying to taste the glucose she had taken in bulk.

"D-dont go too—"

"I will." Sunday cut her off. "You're so sensitive in parts of your body..." Sunday whispered directly in McQueen's ear. Making her shiver as she traced a heart on McQueen's abdomen using her finger.

"How much does it take to break something so elegant...?" McQueen gulped at the question. "How long till a noble falls from throne? From indulging in such... RAVENOUS deeds...?~"

Sunday slowly tore open McQueen's dress, revealing her soft, luscious skin. To her, it looked too good to be real... "By the goddesses...~" She pinned McQueen down on the bed.

"Stay there, my darling~" Sunday quickly stood up, moving across the room, letting McQueen catch a breather... but not for long. In the corner of McQueen's gaze, Sunday took out ropes... a taser... and... a bottle of pills...?

She didn't have time to dwell on it as Sunday came back to the bed, her eyes lingering on the blouse McQueen still wore though haphazardly.

"Mmmm..." She hummed. Deep in thought. "I think you'd look more pretty when I can see how drenched I got you~"

She didn't even try to hide her lustful gaze, earning a bashful, yet aroused look out of McQueen back.

"Y-you..." McQueen muttered.

Sunday slowly got ontop of her. Removing the layers of clothing she wore, leaving only her bare naked form and the low hanging cock already leaking of pre-cum out.

McQueen swallowed her saliva, trying to look the other way even when her eyes remained stuck at the length that dangled infront of her like a lollipop.

"Want to suck...?~" Sunday teased. McQueen slowly nodded nervously making Sunday smile even wider.

"Enjoy then~" Sunday grabbed McQueen by the hair, and forced it down in one go. Her eyes rolling back as she let out a guttural moan. "N-nngh... oh by the goddesses!~"

McQueen felt the throbbing veins of Sunday's dick pumping blood to the large girth that stroked the back of her throat like she was nothing but a fleshlight.

Sunday started thrusting into McQueen's mouth, drool dripping down her chin as she lost herself in the sea of pleasure which was McQueen's throat.

McQueen's lips stretched obscenely, Sunday's balls hitting her chin from each, forceful, violent thrust. She felt like gagging, like choking, but she didn't. Her hands reached for Sunday's thighs, pulling her close as Sunday poured her milky white life essence like condensed milk down McQueen's oesophagus.

"Mmmm..." McQueen hummed, her voice reverberating through Sunday's cock.

"S-so good..." Sunday murmured. Pulling her stained cock out of McQueen's mouth. But seeing mixture of saliva and semen made her aroused again.

"Another round...?~" Sunday challenged.

McQueen smiled. "I knew you'd say that~" She licked her lips, slurping up any oozing juice off her lips.

"Come on~ we have a whole night ahead of us~" McQueen spreaded her legs, inviting Sunday into her most intimate parts.

Sunday couldn't resist this temptress, and without a second thought — she slammed into McQueen with all her might, burying herself inside the very woman she couldn't control her obsession with.

"O-oh f-fuck! I-I love you!~" McQueen sputtered out, her pussy engulfing the entirety of Sunday's member.

"M-my sweet beloved angel~..." Sunday groaned. Her voice rasp and tight. Breathing unevenly from the intense pace she set for herself and Sunday.

McQueen's legs locked behind Sunday's back, offering no room to reject her invitation to slam deeper inside her while the scent of sex and sweat overwhelmed the fresh air in the room from the coupling of the two Uma's.

Sunday grabbed McQueen by the hips with one hand, pulling her into every back breaking thrust she made and the other tied McQueen's arms with the rope from earlier to the bedframe with practiced efficiency almost like she did it before.

"M-McQueen... I'm gonna...!—" And before Sunday could say anymore, a surge of heat washed over her body like a storm as her virile seed pumped over and over inside McQueen.

"N-nnngh!—" McQueen moaned as her own climax shook her to the core. Her legs trembled as the sheets and blouse got soaked by her sweat, sweet nectar, and Sunday's cum all in one.

Sunday collapsed ontop of McQueen, panting heavily. Satisfied, and needy. "T-thats... payback...~" She whispered. Holding a tone of triumph in her voice.

McQueen didn't respond. Instead, she was trying to catch her breath, her mind hazy, confused, and strangely warm all at once from the experience. "M-mmph... whatever you say... darling..."

She reached out for the bottle of pills but Sunday held her wrist, stopping her from taking it. "No... this time... let's start a family...~"

"F-family...?—" McQueen flushed red, but something in her screamed into her heart that she wanted one of her own. One with Sunday.

Sunday frowned, cupping McQueen's cheeks, moving aside the strands of sweat slicked hair. "Darling... you promised... remember...?" She pouted.

McQueen tried to remember, but couldn't. "U-uhm... when did I say that...?"

The comment only made Sunday pout harder. "I'll make you remember then..." Sunday said in a low, dangerous tone. Tugging at the leash, making McQueen shiver not from fear, but the realisation of what will happen to her soon...

"I'll fill you up so well, so good... you'll be giving birth to a 2nd golden generation...~ I promise you that."

McQueen gulped in fear, but her body responded without her knowledge, her insides getting hot, warm and wet again.

"The night is long and the moon is yet to ripen..." Sunday murmured. "So why not continue till the moon sets and the birds hear your majestic cries, MyQueen...?~"

She smiled.

And so... the floor and bed shook till the birds and beasts took notice and took notes of the ravenous nature of Sunday Silence's lust...

THE END...?

This is OOC fyi

Yandere McQueen.

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"It seems like McQueen has grown a sudden seed of jealousy within... her eyes grown dark and unfeeling. Skin cold to the touch... All because u/Sunday_Silence_86 was spotted with another McQueen... could it be another spiral in it's making? To drown in obsession is to pull whoever is near down the same hole you took yourself."

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—> So yes. This is a sequel to Teio's stages of grief from Umaddit but as McQueen this time.

—> Rules:

1. Don't go insanely crazy

2. Don't break the rules and reddit tos

3. Don't force your rp on others.

—> The rp is meant to be chaotic. A free-for-all because being chained by plot is stupid. Rather, peoples decisions matter here. 4 endings can happen.

1. Happy

2. Bad

3. Bad

4. Bad

Just like the Teio arc. Meaning, fucking up will fuck up the course and journey. Everyone can work towards a common goal, but it doesn't mean everyone must. They can force the rp into a bad ending, or another ending. Thats their choice.

A plot will be put in place but will be loosely written to fit the ideas of others.

And... thats pretty much all. It's supposed to be chaotic.

But as McQueen.