#Yanderish

[grimyandereencantosimp]

Hellooo ^_^ can you do A Camilo x Artist Darling who loves to draw/paint?? It depends on you if want it to be a hc or scenario thank u :)) byeee

Yandere Camilo with artist! reader

Tw: Nothing just fluff :)

Camilo would love a darling who is a artist.

He would always compliment your artwork no matter what, he's very supportive of you.

He'd buy all your supplies for you, whether you want him to or not.

Camilo admires how passionate you are, and your love for art. He always smiles thinking of it.

If anyone dared to insult your artwork he would go and give them a good talking to. NO ONE insults his darling.

(I'm sorry for making these so short!)

[honeycircuits]

Can't wait when I find the perfect songs for both L.n'eta and Sai.ki

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College!Class-1a! X Fem!Reader 18+Drabble

This is really starting out as imagination for being shared by the characters, then I thought of this. So in this the class has eyes on you and can’t help it but always wanted you. Then one day your professor takes it a step further. This is yanderish.

Class 1A: Izuku midoriya, Shoto Todoroki, Ejiro Kirishima, Katsuki Bakugou, Ochaco Uraraka, Mina Ashido, Shōta Aizawa, Hanta Sero, Denki Kaminari, Tenya Iida, Fumikage Tokoyami, Momo Yaoyorozu, Kyouka Jirou

Warning: Sex watching, teasing, degrading, yandere content, masterbating, touching oneself to someone else, slight circle jerk?, professor x student, being used, authority play, hair pulling.

This is content that isn’t light of heart, filthy shit. So, dead dove do not eat. All characters are of age and consenting.

It was just another day in class, your classmates would drift their eyes to you occasionally to stare lovingly then turn away. You looked so cute today, like you did everyday, they always appreciated how beautiful you looked for them. Each time you’d look down or wrote in your notebook, Aizawa was staring at you. His eyes however didn’t look at your face but below the open deck to between your legs. That showed your pretty pussy all to him.

He could barely focus on his lesson with the picture of you in his mind, so he’d trip in his words and forget about what he was saying. This was new for him because he was always calm and steady, bored even. So the whole class took noticed his actions.

It wasn’t until he stopped fully while looking at you and the whole class followed his gaze in confusion. You didn’t even notice because you were taking notes and blocked him out until you got passed a point. “Y/n.” He sounded annoyed. Looking up to meet his glaring gaze you stare wide eyed at being in trouble.

“Yes sir.” He leaned on his desk and pointed in front where you would stand in front of the whole class. You gulped, “Stand up and go to the front of the class.” You flushed embarrassment at all the attention but followed his instructions to not get in anymore trouble. They all kept their eyes on your shy figure standing before them all in your school uniform. Aizawa made his way around and stood by you while putting a hand on his chin, inspecting you.

Turning his attention to the class, “Can anyone tell me what’s wrong with Miss L/n’s outfit?” You stared panic. All eyes looked at you from head to toe at the same outfit you wear every day, and they noticed everything you did. So the class stayed silent. Aizawa sighed and clicked his tongue.

“Surprising, you guys watched her like little bitches in heat.” He said amused with a eye roll, his demeanor changing quickly. The group looked at each other taken aback. Oh, you remembered clearly what you had done today. “I’m sorry-” his hand covered your mouth quickly and pushes you against the desk, the others getting defensive.

“Clearly your peer forgot the dress code,” you squealed when his other hand tugged at your skirt and lifted it. You struggled against him and tightened your legs together with tears picking up in your eyes. It was embarrassing…But also gave you a thrill.

“No panties under her skirt, she didn’t even close her legs.” You huffed as they all looked down at your cunt. Each of them turned red and moaned at the sight, the girls getting wet and the boys pants getting tight. “Shy? Awe, that’s pathetic.” He pushed you back and you were forced to take a seat in his desk.

“Show them, you know you want to be a good little slut.” You looked up at him with puppy eyes while he just smirked devilishly. But the problem to fighting back was simple. You didn’t want to. You spent nights imagining being fucked by your dorm mates, all of them you thought about along with your professor. So you nodded and slowly opened your legs for them to see each detail, your holes and clit. 

Now your eyes cried while your sweet moans poured out, the wet sounds of your pussy while his fingers thrust into you. Hands gripping the desk for support at how good the pleasure felt, your stomach twisting and turning. You couldn’t focused on your classmates to long while they all touched them to you.

The girls parted their legs while rubbing their clits and you could hear them too. Ochako and Mina fingered themself to match what you felt so they could feel one with you. The boys were surprisingly louder then the girl while stroking their cocks. Bakugo was more growling while fucking his hand as fast as he could go, Kirishima was soft and slow along with sero. Deku and denki were the loudest in the room, who got yelled at because they couldn’t hear you. But the other boys and girls kept quiet while touching themselves, afraid to make a sound.

Aizawa was painfully hard and made you rub him threw his pants for some relief, but he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. The way you cried, moaned just by him fingering you. It was intoxicating. “Cum- Oh fuck, going to cum.” You announced with your eyes rolling back.

“Dumb girl, think that’s what you get?” You cried out when he pulled out of you quick and left you empty. “All of you stop or I’ll fail you.” They all stopped and panted, caught in a haze of the high. “At least you all listen to me now, now pull up your pants and shit.” Groaning they all listened, the reality sinking in on them. You wiggled to get off the desk but he stopped you.

“Shoto, Ochako are the only ones who get to finish.” The two looked up and the rest looked at them. “Y/n here will finish you off,” your hair was gripped and pulled you off the desk. He forced you down onto your knees, “Well?” The two thought for a second but stood up to walk over to you, standing above you.

“All of you get to watch, be thankful.” He left you and walked to his chair and leaned back. So, you licked her pussy and gave him a hand job until they both came. Todoroki’s cum splatter on your face as you cleaned her pussy up, you got breathless fast. The end of class was awkward and silent, no one knew what to do or say. So you all just left.

But it was only a matter of time before you got home and the class was waiting for you to get their turn. Willing to do anything to get you.

[uc1wa]

*heavy sigh* possessive frat boy Dick Grayson getting increasingly more deranged about how he lays his claim on you as the semester wears on, finals week breaking point where he loses it on you like you're a stress ball, etc.

even though he'd never cave and make you his gf, nope no sir

tags: fem reader, toxic relationship, yanderish, misogyny, mentions of rough sex, penetrative sex, choking, manipulation, fucked up frat boy dick

dick fucked a different girl every weekend, y'know, before his drunk self stumbled to your door. but who cares about the smell of perfume that's clung to his half-buttoned top? the top that has buttons in places they aren't supposed to be. who cares? because he's still going to come home to you, and you'll be his last fuck of every weekend.

but you? the first load he spilled on your stomach should've said enough, no? dick doesn't just fuck everybody, at least that's what he thinks. you're his and his only.

the first time he smelt another guy's cologne on you, saw a shirt that was surely not yours, a product of your own one-night stand, dick grayson lost his shit. fucked you like you were a sleeve for his cock rather than a person.

"then... are we dating?" the condescending laugh that left dick's lips was your answer. dating? the word made him gag, why would he lock himself down when he was at his prime? are you stupid? do you know who he is?

no, you weren't dating. you were fucking, but you obviously had a problem understanding your place, didn't you?

it started with hickies. an embarrassing amount that no number of necklaces or turtleneck tops could cover in their entirety. hickies that started at your jaw, dark splotches moving down your body. did you want to wear a crop top? dick's taking note to leave one on either side of your hips. where there's skin, there are remnants of the man to whom you belonged.

it wasn't hard to stake his claim on you, but he also knew you were hot. do you think dick grayson, the commodity that he was, would fuck somebody ugly? he's not that low. he has priorities for himself.

hickies weren't enough, though. did you think you were slick when he saw a video of you at another frat house, one outside of his own, grinding on a man who was plenty of social levels below dick? you thought he wouldn't find out that you're even more of a slut than he thought?

rather than a hand wrapped around your throat, he used manipulation to his advantage. with a sickeningly sweet voice, he bought you a necklace with his initials since you needed a tag like a puppy; now you know not to run away, right?

"marking your territory, huh?" his brother, wally laughs when he sees you sporting the chain with a prideful chest, gold falling between your tits. don't look too hard, that's dick's property now!

"had to," dick replies, unfazed. "nothing too serious, though." he reminds his brother from his seat in their shared house. but it's still not enough.

he wants you all to himself and it eats away at him. hickies continuing, sucking your face in public, it's not enough because you're still giving guys attention. 'just friends' his ass.

that's why, overtop of the gold chain, his hand covers your throat and pushes down hard. between hickey-covered thighs, his cock is stuffing you full with painfully slow movements.

"i gotta remind you?" he asks, long past acknowledging the fact that you can't speak from the force his hand holds around your windpipe. "whose cunt is this?" a strangled whine, and dick squeezes harder, a satisfied smile pulling his lips when he finally feels your pussy squeeze around his length.

he doesn't care about words; he cares about your cunt being carved into the shape of his cock. he cares about sculpting you like clay 'till any guy you wanna talk to can only smell dick on you. can only smell the expensive cologne he wears, can only smell the scent of his musk. 'till you're limping to all your finals, and there's not a second thought from your classmates who put you in that state; the infamous "DG" that's still hanging between your tits, that's who!

[sophiria]

are you mine?

pairing: MSBY!Atsumu x fem!Reader cw: 18+, explicit sexual content, soft yanderish Atsumu, mentions of babytrapping, manipulative thoughts words: just a bit over 800

"Yer too much on that phone this morning," Atsumu said, nibbling at your earlobe while thrusting languidly inside you, his chest pressing against your back. "Ya should focus more on the moment."

You placed the smartphone on the nightstand. "I have to be available for the university project—ahh!" You gasped as Atsumu snapped his hips faster, holding your leg from under the knee. "Fuck—Atsumu, please."

He tilted your body slightly, and his free hand went to your clit. "What is it?" Atsumu half-whispered in your ear as he softly teased your sweet spot with his fingers. "Speak up, baby. I want to hear ya."

Heat spread under your skin as your clit throbbed under his touch. "Atsumu, I—I need to come," you breathed out, and your body shuddered as his cock hit that spot inside you. "God, please—I need it."

Atsumu began drawing circles on your clit while pounding into you, and a choked sob left your lips as your walls fluttered around his cock. He groaned as your cunt squeezed him, and his rhythm turned erratic as he chased his climax. "Fuck, I'm gonna come inside ya baby," he panted, his hot breath on your ear. "Yer clenching around me so tight—fuck!" His hips stuttered, and his thighs tensed before he spilled himself inside you. "Ah—fuck—baby." 

You moaned at the sensation of his warm cum filling you up, and shaky breaths left his lips as your pussy milked every last drop of his seed.

Atsumu wrapped his arms around your waist, snuggling you up to him. "Ya never let me wear a condom with ya," he said, a playful edge in his tone as he tried to even out his breathing. "Are ya tryin' to babytrap me?"

You let out a small laugh. "You know I'm on birth control," you reminded Atsumu. "You get tested often, and we're exclusive, so why not indulge in the thrill just a bit?"

He hummed at your words and then went quiet. Indeed, Atsumu thought, why not indulge...

"You should come to see me play," Atsumu said after a few minutes of silence. "Ya haven't done that ever since we started sleepin' together."

You tilted your head and upper body toward your lover. "That's because I prefer watching basketball," you told him half-jokingly. "But I will stop by sometimes, I promise."

Atsumu stared at you. "But ya prefer this volleyball player to any other sports player, right?" he asked you rhetorically, his gaze turning unreadable. "I can be very competitive, ya know that."

You lightly tapped his cheek. "Exclusive means I only sleep with you, Atsumu. So yes, of course I'm choosing you over them."

He smiled at your words, and you returned to your previous position, eager to relax before getting ready for the day ahead.

Atsumu nuzzled the crown of your head, then his eyes narrowed as he started thinking. For how long was he going to be your dirty little secret? Not that he minded not having the paparazzi on his tail, but the arrangement you two had won't do for him much longer. No, and he had to find a way to keep you for himself.

"Are ya trying to baby-trap me?"

His eyes widened. Of course, having a baby with him would guarantee your presence in his life...

But it would be a bit of a scandal, wouldn't it?

Atsumu could already picture what they'd write about the MSBY's star setter having a child out of wedlock with a college student, not to mention that once your name got out, they'd quickly find out that you also happen to be the Basketball Association's president's daughter and that a friend of your family just so happens to be a conglomerate heir and an NBA star. And your scandalous behavior would no doubt spell trouble for the people in your circle. You could be thrown to the wolves...

Atsumu heaved a sigh, but then the corners of his lips upturned in a smirk. He'd be there, taking care of you and your child. He'd move you into his apartment and probably ask you to marry him sometime later on. And maybe he'll listen to Kita-san and buy a farm somewhere in the prefecture...

"Atsumu," your teasing voice pulled him out of his reverie. "You're still inside me."

He placed a hand under your chin, angling your face towards his. "I like to be inside ya after sex," he murmured, brushing his lips against yours. "Makes me feel warm and sated."

Your lips parted against his, and Atsumu caught your mouth in a slow yet hungry kiss. One of his hands went to your stomach, and he rested his palm on your tummy. You sighed into his mouth and then turned your body towards him to wrap your arms around his neck. He smiled into the kiss, and his eyes glinted knowingly as he peered at you through a half-lidded gaze.

Yes, Atsumu thought, he'll take care of you, and you will not need anyone else but him.

[vrisrezis]

Atsv characters as yanderes :p

Yaaaa here we go . Had to make these hcs eventually

Warnings?: usual yanderish stuff but there’s implied grooming and abuse of power on Jessica’s part (also grooming with Miguel low key)

Gwen is rather protective, thinking you cannot possibly care for yourself. She is constantly at your side as a means to keep you safe. Taking on the role as your personal body guard, rather than as your girlfriend. Of course, she tries to find time to be your girlfriend as well but most of the time it just feels as though she’s more caught up in keeping you safe rather than tending to the other needs you have. As a result, your relationship will fail and you will have to eventually break things off with her. Surprisingly this is something she accepts, but no matter how much you want her out of your life she doesn’t leave. Appointing herself as your protector. As your girlfriend, she found it quite easy to protect you as she was always around you. She was so protective to the point she didn’t trust any of your friends and tried to isolate you from them, even your family and even her own friends and family too. Even small things like cutting bread she doesn’t trust you with, afraid you may cut yourself. She may lie to you about your family and friends, to keep you away from them. In her mind she will do anything to protect you even if that means deceiving you. When you separate, things don’t change. It’s like she never left and no matter what you do, she doesn’t leave. Even if you think she’s left you alone, her alter ego is stalking you, keeping you from harm.

Miles is rather guilt trippy. Or at least that’s how it starts. He would kinda make you feel bad for not possibly retiring his feelings, resulting in you giving him a chance. You give him an inch and he goes a mile. He takes this opportunity, and officially declared you his partner after you give him one date. This relationship being sprung upon you even if it’s something you do not desire. Even if you voice this concern, or how you aren’t ready for a relationship or how you barely know him or … how you’re not sure you like him. Whatever excuse you try to muster does not matter to him, because now you’re as good as his. It’s not like he’s even aware of how manipulative this is, because in his mind he wasn’t even guilt tripping you, simply being honest. In his mind he’s not taking things entirely too fast or breaking boundaries, you’re being embarrassed and playing hard to get. He is in a state of delusion, and nothing you say can ever change his mind. You love him, as much as he loves you. And he knows it too. Miles acts like you’re a happy and super in love couple constantly, and because of how in love and happy miles seems, there’s no reason for anyone to suspect a thing. Especially when miles guilt tripped you again right before your meeting with some of the most important people in Miles’s life. It’s how he’s managed to make things seem normal between you two for so long.

Pavitr is delusional, truly. I believe his delusion would only begin upon you two dating though. While confident in himself, in the past was unsure if you liked him. However now that you’re a couple he feels incredibly secure in your relationship, maybe a little too secure. Because even if you break things off with him, tell him you don’t love him like that, or anymore, he assumes you’re playing hard to get or having a bad day. He doesn’t think you’re being serious, or mean what you say. However, Pavitr is an outstanding boyfriend. A little clingy, sure. Maybe more than a little, maybe it’s even overwhelming but he’s so sweet. So many gifts, even when you tell him it’s okay, he doesn’t have to, he insists. A concerning amount but… nothing to break up with him over!! He’s being kind, this is just what boyfriends do. Even if he’s constantly hovering over you and clinging to your side and never leaving you be, except for when you have to use the bathroom, even still. He’s just a loving boyfriend. It’s unlikely you’ll want to break up with him because despite how overwhelming it is he’s so sweet and seems to genuinely just love you, but if you did it just never happens. He never takes you seriously. Suppose that’s the most difficult about your relationship. He never takes any seriously in your relationship. Your concerns are his, he says. But you don’t think he means it, when he shows absolutely no worry or concern for you. He’s Spider-Man, he can always save you. Perhaps he puts too much faith in himself, perhaps he does this because he’s convinced there’s no love quite like the love you two share. Perhaps he’s simply delusional to think there’s no way you’d get hurt upon being with him.

Hobie is rather blunt about things, it’s who he is in nature. It’s how most spider people are, anyway. He’s not a liar, at least in his eyes. And truly before he met you, he wasn’t. And in a strange way, he still isn’t. He speaks truth, he’s just overly dramatic about it. Your situation might be bad, but he might just make it out to be much worse than it actually is. Perhaps your in danger, perhaps there’s certain people you cannot trust. Hobie makes it seem as though you can’t trust anyone, aside from him of course. And man extra points for him if you already have trust issues, this makes his job even easier. He knows he’s kinda tricking you, deceiving you in a roundabout way. But he also kinda believes it. He believes wholeheartedly there’s nobody to trust, that he’s the only one that can keep you safe. That he’s the only one that truly cares for you and truly loves you and would truly do anything for you. He just needs you to believe it too, he just has to tie a few webs together in order for that to happen. There’s a possessiveness that comes with being with him normally, but as a yandere this is increased tenfold. Combine that with the extreme distrust he has with everyone, and it’s over. It’s in his nature to look out for others, like Gwen, like miles, like pav, but that doesn’t mean they’re gonna look out for you too. He keeps that in mind, always.

Peter B is a little out of his realm here. He hasn’t experienced proper romance since MJ but there’s truly something about you, something that reminds him of his childhood, something that reminds him of home. He clings onto this feeling like a lifeline. But it’s because he’s so obsessed with keeping the feeling you give him, he keeps you around him constantly. Even in spider society, which others may not like as you are not… a spider. (That is, if you aren’t idk who you are brother). He’s obsessed with keeping you around at all times, and his daughter too. This obsession with keeping you around at all times can cause a rift in your relationship. You’d lose your mind being around the same person 24/7, without friends, family? But Peter never indulged in your one sided arguments, he lets you let out your anger and even leaves you alone (which is so hard for him, but even he knows you need a moment to yourself) until you’ve cooled down and you’re ready for him to smother you again with his cuddles and sweet lovin. Because he’s most definitely going to isolate you from your family and friends. Try to make you feel like nobody else makes you as happy as him, so just forget about them for right now. You’ll see them later. But then you never do, you never see them. Why would you? When Peter is right here. All you’ve ever done was get mad at Peter, and for what? Saving the world? Protecting everyone? Protecting you? For loving you? For giving you a daughter? Sure, there’s some questions you have. Like where he even got this kid from, she looks like mj in fact. You know he’d never cheat, but you don’t know if he wouldn’t steal a baby from another dimension.

Jessica is a planner, she sees you and immediately is smitten. She knows, you two are meant for one another. For once, she does not care about the consequences of having you. But she will plan in advance, and make sure there are none. Her attraction towards you is obvious, not that she bothers to hide it. Fleeting touches and constant flirting, but she claims she’s simply being honest with you. Even if you’re uninterested or even uncomfortable she seems insistent. And because of her position, she’s able to get away with it. Who are you to not be interested? She’s far above you, far out of your league. Take a chance, don’t be afraid to love her! She can not only provide love for you but she can provide so much more. Money, food, safety. She provides all the things needed ten fold and she’s not even overly clingy or anything! She asks for nothing in return, you should be more grateful. It should be a blessing, to be with her. She absolutely does not get overly jealous and possessive and no she does not twist your words. She won’t listen to you, she constantly starts arguments due to her jealousy. It’s your fault for making her think you’re cheating on her, you spend so much time away from her. Did you even want this relationship? Why, of course you did! Why wouldn’t you, hun?

Miguel suffered so much, lost so much. You have to understand why he’s so protective. It is genuinely a miracle to him you are still around, that he is able to find happiness with you and it not be taken away from him in an instant. He can’t remember the last time he felt so happy, even with his family. He’s never white felt this, this love, this passion, this absolute devotion and trust. He’s not willing to let it out of his sights. He’s too caught up in how happy you make him for him to even consider how you may feel. How you might feel useless because he’s so hell bent on doing every little task for you and protecting you with every ounce of him. How you feel about him planning this all along, since the day he saw you. That he was going to make you his and only his, no matter what. You are his prized possession, you’re truly special and have finally brought him light in this darkness. He thinks he can excuse his behavior towards you, because he loves you whole heartedly and he truly has your best interest at heart. But the thing is, he kinda doesn’t. Does he truly have your best interest at heart if he won’t even try to listen to you? He won’t let you see your friends or family back home? He reasons that your safe here, in this spider society. You’ll always be safe here. He doesn’t hear you out any further, and you can never get through to him. He doesn’t let you fight anymore, he simply expects you to sit around and wait for him to come back to you.

[wildernessuntothemselves]

beomgyu as a puppy hybrid who’s eager to have you really orgasm because he’s well aware of the many times you fake it with your boyfriend

Warnings: puppy hybrid gyu (duh), cheating, dubcon, breeding kink (you know the drill), gyu calling oc master, switch gyu and oc, yanderish towards the end. This was much longer than I planned :'D

You try to latch onto the sensation your own hand is providing, try focus on the spots that give you the most pleasure as your mind flits through the faces of this celebrity or that in the hopes of finding one that will really get you going. You certainly aren't going to think about your own boyfriend who for the umpteenth time has left you alone and unsatisfied after he got his dick wet and achieved his own orgasm.

But despite all your effort, or maybe because of how much you're forcing it, you're not even close to the edge. You could almost cry... no, you could actually cry from all the frustration building up inside you. Why was your boyfriend so useless? And why the fuck are you still tolerating him if he can't even satisfy you in bed?

A muffled whine breaks you from your pathetic reflection and you hear Beomgyu--your dog hybrid--scratch at the door once again, begging you to let him in.

Beomgyu loves sleeping beside you on the bed. He wasn't allowed to at first--in fact, he still isn't, but every night he'd just stand at your door, whimpering and crying until you let him in. You know you shouldn't let him manipulate you like that. You're the owner and you need to set boundaries. God knows you let the brat get away with whatever bad behaviour he exhibits the moment he flashes you his big, wet, brown eyes. But you just can't help it. He's just so adorable. You can never say no to him.

Your boyfriend certainly doesn't appreciate the idea of a "grown man sleeping in my girlfriend's bed" despite how many times you've told him that Gyu is just your pup. But frankly right now, you couldn't give a fuck about what he thinks. You could use some cuddling after the disaster that you'd just endured.

As if Beomgyu can hear your resolve breathing, he lets out another heart-wrenching whimper and you groan, ripping your hand away from your poor abused pussy and get off the bed, walking towards the door and opening it for the entitled pup.

"Go to bed. I'll wash up and join you." You tell him before he can open his mouth then march towards the bathroom to take a quick shower.

When you go back to your room, you expect Beomgyu to be fast asleep and taking up the whole bed like he usually does, but to your surprise, he was just sitting there, alert and waiting for you like an obedient puppy.

It throws you off. This was so unlike the brat, but you don't dwell on it for long, too exhausted to question his behavior that most of the times doesn't make sense anyways.

Getting under the covers, you throw your arm out for him to nuzzle into your side. When he does, you wrap it around him and use the other hand to pet his head, ready to drift off into a cozy sleep.

But as you're drifting off, you feel the all too-familiar wet sensation of Beomgyu licking your hand. You usually don't mind it much--he is part dog after all--but it's very annoying when you're trying to sleep.

"Beomgyu, Stop it." You warn, an edge to your tone, but of course the brat pays you no mind. Grumbling, you go to pull your hand away from him but to your surprise, he grabs it by the wrist and proceeds to take two of your fingers into his mouth.

Throwing your eyes open, you stare at the dog in shock--a shock that transforms to horror when you realize just what is happening. This is the hand you were just using to masturbate. Apparently the shower wasn't enough to wash the smell away from Beomgyu's sensitive nose. He has his lips wrapped around the fingers that were inside you minutes ago, his tongue licking them up as if he can still taste you on them as he stares at you with hooded eyes and a look you've never seen from your pup... or rather didn't want to acknowledge before.

Now that you think about it, you've seen that look when you'd wear something revealing around him or when you'd pet him on that spot he liked on his lower tummy or during that one week every month when you're ovulating...

There was no denying it now. That look was pure lust. And you fucking hate how that look was enough to ignite the desire you'd just forcefully quenched.

No, no, this is wrong. He's your pet. Your literal puppy.

But it's hard to focus on that when he removes your fingers from his mouth, string of his saliva still attached to it before he attacks your mouth.

"Beomie--no--" You shriek, but that only allows him to stick his tongue down your throat as one of his hands moves between your legs and slips into your shorts, finding your embarrassingly wet pussy.

"Let me make you feel good." He pleads, long fingers fervently rubbing your slick into your pussy. "I know he doesn't. I hear you touching yourself every time he leaves. I can help."

Fuck.

"Beomgyu... I can't. It's wrong." You croak, even as you feel yourself unconsciously spreading your legs to give him easier access to your pussy, your whole fluttering when his fingers pass over it.

"No one has to know, just please. I know you didn't cum. I heard everything." He begs, hitting you with his big innocent brown eyes again as if he wasn't asking to get you off. "Please."

Fuck. You're going to hell for this.

You squeeze your eyes shut and mumble. "Fine."

Before you have the chance to second guess your stupid, lust-ridden decision, you're on your back, thighs pressed to your chest and shorts and underwear flung across the room.

"Beomgyu, fuck!" You moan out, one hand grabbing the sheets for dear life while the other tangles itself into his hair as he eats you out unabashedly, his face quite literally buried in your pussy as he eagerly licks and sucks as if it's his last meal.

You've never had a man eat you out like this before. They're usually iffy about it, approaching it like it's a chore they had to be done with before getting their reward. But for Beomgyu, this feels like his reward. He's moaning out as if he's getting off just from this, and by the way his hips are rutting against the bed, he most likely is.

He's so good, and you're so wound up, that it doesn't take long to push you over the edge. A white hot pleasure surges through your body as Beomgyu flattens his tongue out and licks up all your cum, his tail thumping against the bed happily.

The orgasm leaves you in a golden bliss, and you're quite happy to go to bed finally satiated for once, but it seems like this isn't enough for Beomgyu, for he pushes your closing legs open once again and goes back to sucking on your clit.

"Beomie, no. You got what you wanted." You protest weakly, as if your legs aren't shaking with your building second orgasm. But Beomgyu pays you no mind, laser-focused on getting you off again, and who are you to argue?

The second orgasm is even faster than the first one. Beomgyu is a fast learner, it seems, when he puts his mind to it, and eating you out is apparently a newfound passion of his because even after he brings you to your second orgasm, he still keeps going.

This time, you don't let him though. You can't. The overstimulation was getting to you so you use the grip you have on his hair to pull him up. "You're hurting me, you dumb pup."

At that, he relents, letting you pull him up and falling heavily over you. Only then do you realize your mistake when you feel his hot, bare cock rutting against your pussy.

The little shit had pulled his pants down and was now having the time of his life getting an inadvertent pussyjob from you.

"Beomgyu, no! Get off." You reprimand and he whines, putting his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

"Please let me put it in. I need it."

"This isn't what we agreed on. I thought you just wanted to help me."

"I did. But now it really hurts." He pouts, jerking his hips against you for emphasis. "Didn't I do a good job? Doesn't puppy deserve a reward?"

"You little shit--" You gasp when the head of his cock catches on your entrance and almost goes in. You have to admit, you wish it did, and with that you realize that you want him too. You want to fuck your puppy. Yeah, you're definitely going to hell.

"Fine." You say for the second time tonight, and like the last time, Beomgyu doesn't give you time to change your mind, quickly grabbing his cock and putting it at your entrance before easing in.

"Oh, god--" You both cry out. He's bigger than you expected and he fills you up to the point that you almost can't breathe. But the little shit doesn't give you time to get used to his size for he immediately starts rutting against you, mouth open dumbly and gives growing hazy.

You smirk through the pain. "What is it, pup? My pussy got you all dumb?"

"Uh-huh." He moans, eyes focusing a little bit at the sound of your voice. "Wanted it since I first saw you."

"What a naughty pup." You tsk, feeling yourself starting to relax around him, too turned on by how you're affecting him. "Here I was thinking you're such a cute little pup when all you're thinking about is pounding my pussy."

"I'm sorry." He groans, not sounding sorry at all as he digs his fingers into your thighs and slams his hips against yours. "Sorry master."

You pussy clenches at that name and Beomgyu doesn't fail to notice it. He cocks his head to the side and slams his hips against you harder. "Bad puppy just wants to breed his master."

You gasp, "Beomgyu!"

"Want you all round with my baby so that bastard knows to stay away from what's mine." He growls, worrying you with his alarming words but you can't focus on it long because somehow his cock feels bigger and bigger until you think your pussy is going to burst.

"Beomgyu, what is going on?" You squeak trying to look down to where your bodies met.

"It's my knot, master. Gotta make sure I breed my mate good."

Oh fuck, maybe your boyfriend was onto something about Beomgyu after all.

[faux-ecrivain]

Yan neko

(Second Official Post)

(This yandere is slow developing, so it won’t seem particularly yanderish.)

Yan neko who approached you in his cute little cat form, meowing for you attention (but in reality all he wants is your food)

Yan neko who happily makes himself at home, ignoring you when you shoo him off the furniture or tell him to stop eating your food. 

Yan neko that enjoys the soft pets you give him (even if he bites you when you pet him for too long). He enjoys the love you give him, the cuddles (no matter how reluctant you are to give them), the kisses too…(Although he hates it when your kisses muss his fur!)

You place a gentle kiss on the forehead of your cute cat and your hand gently running through his soft colorful fur. He purrs loudly as you continue to grace him with excessive amounts of affection, he knows that despite your indifferent exterior you love him. (His delusional mind may be conjuring up a different sort of love, the type that taunts him with the thought of revealing who he truly is)

You don’t know when this cat managed to worm its way into your heart, but you can’t say you hate it. 

Although, this joy and contentment is destroyed when he reveals himself. He expected you to greet him with the same amount of love you graces his cat form with, but clearly he was wrong.

You’re panicking, you’ve been living with a person this whole time?? Others might not view it as a big deal, but you do, you feel betrayed and angry. 

There’s been a person masquerading as your pet cat this whole time?? A person that’s been eating your food, sleeping in your bed (albeit in cat form, but who’s to say he didn’t turn into his human form at night?), probably stealing your clothes too! (He was totally stealing your clothes, he hid them in a floor board where he’s hidden everything else he’s stolen from you)

Yan neko is flabbergast by your behavior, why are you screaming? Why are you angry? He didn’t do anything to you! Sure he might have stole a few intimate items of clothes, but he returned them and he’s been pitching in around the house! (He’s been doing the dishes, even the laundry and it’s very difficult to get stains out of the clothes you own!)

Yan neko tries to calm you down, insisting that he’s still the same old cuddly cat that you’ve been doting on. (Despite the glaring differences, after all cats don’t speak English, and they definitely don’t have hands)

Yan neko who gets tired of your shouts and decides to shush you up (he just covers your mouth, although that backfired and you bite him). Eventually you do calm down, now yan neko is your roommate and he has to go get a job.

Yan neko is appalled by your request (what do you mean I have to get a job? So what if I’ve been living here rent free and eating all your food! I’m a cute cat boy! Don’t you want to take care of me?)

Yan neko who begrudgingly gets a job, although he struggles with hiding his tail and cat ears. But he’ll do anything if it means staying in this warm house of yours and having endless supplies of food! (Although he’s rather upset that he has to stop sharing a room with you)

Yan neko who becomes fiercely territorial the moment he sees you invite someone over to your house. He growls (do cats growl?), he hissed and snarls. His anger only tempered when you spray him with water, then he’s banished to the guest room. 

Yan neko grumbles, already plotting the demise of your guest.

He scratches his nails against the wall and tries to listen in on the conversation you two are having. He can only hear murmurs and then he’s distracted by the sound of you laughing. His hearts flutters and he laments, wondering why you never laugh when he’s around. He sighs and then he hears your guest laugh, and his mood sours.

He snarls, (how dare that stranger flirt with you! Yan believes that he’s the only for you..), then slams a fist against the door. It startled your guest and you excuses yourself to go scold your neko roommate.

Although he hates being scolded (your lectures take way too long), he can’t help but reveal in your attention. (Of course he does, He’s a cat). He reluctantly agrees to quiet down (you threatened to take away his catnip), only after you promise to let him cuddle you tonight. 

Of course this doesn’t stop him from sneaking out after your guest left, stalking your guest and then promptly eliminating them from the world. (It’s a mess to clean up, but he’s persistent, and soon enough the entire area is sparkling clean. Then he has to find a way to clean himself off, maybe this wasn’t the best idea?)

He does his best to distract you from his sudden and unexplained disappearance (boy, you sure are persistent! You must be really worried about him…) it takes hours, but you’re eventually placated and you get ready for bed. Although, that calmness is destroyed by tomorrow morning, as the news comes on and reveals the unfortunate death of your guest from last night. (Your guest was named Gene Robinson, their parents are absolutely devastated to hear of Gene’s passing.)

Yan neko instantly becomes on edge when you start to question his excuses, you start to point out flaws in his logic, you start to doubt him. (don’t do that, he doesn’t want to loose house privileges!)

Yan neko tells you That Gene was a threat, that he was only doing what was necessary to keep the two of them safe! 

Yan neko panics when you don’t believe him (calling him a criminal and threatening to call the police) and decides to take action (he knocks you out), he wants to keep you safe, but he can’t lock you up here (people will notice your absence). He doesn’t know what to do, for now he’ll just get you comfortable in bed, and when you wake up he’ll try to explain the situation to you.

(Phew, this took some time, but this isn’t exactly my best work. Still, enjoy the post and feel free to comment! I’m having trouble with coloring the font, so I apologize if certain parts of this post aren’t highlighted or italicized.)

[thebestsetter]

Blue Lock Masterlist!

• Rin Itoshi

* Please, dedicate me a goal! (Hurt with comfort)

You really want your boyfriend Rin to dedicate a goal to you. However, he thinks that's unnecessary. Well, you'll have to prove him he's wrong.

* My girlfriend's little sibling (fluff, a little ""angst"")

Rin wishes he had a normal sibling relationship with his brother, Sae. Luckly, your little sibling won't have the same childhood as him

* Happy halloween! (fluff)

Rin loves you. Therefore, he also loves one of your favorite holidays: halloween.

• Isagi yoichi

* Loser! Isagi (fluff) ☆

Just Isagi Yoichi being a loser when it comes to the girl he likes.

* Isagi with a s/o with thick thighs (fluff)

He loves your thighs. They're amazing, and the day he first slept on them will never be forgotten.

* First date syndrome (fluff) -> Can be read as a part 2 to the Loser! Isagi fic

Isagi's nervous for your guys first date. So, he asks for his friend's help. But was it really a good idea?

* Hair ties (fluff)

The whole world knows Isagi Yoichi's your boyfriend. And now, they wanna know more about how your relationship works and how he's a loser for you. And they discover that by your hair ties.

* Watch your mouth (in protective Isagi we trust🙏)

Isagi can't handle people talking bad about you. Not even a smug argentinian reporter.

• Michael Kaiser

* Se se morre de amor (fluff)

Kaiser tried to understand the meaning of love for a long time, but never managed to grasp it. That's until you came.

• Bachira Meguru

* Unlovable (hurt with comfort) ☆

Bachira used to think he was unlovable. That was until you came and proved him wrong.

• Barou Shohei

* The prettiest princess (fluff)

Barou loves his little sisters, even when they acted like little pricks sometimes. And even when they made him dress up like a princess right in front of you, the girl he likes.

• Otoya Eita

* Once a cheater, always a cheater (Idk the genre of this lol)

Otoya has never crushed on a girl before. He had flings, sure, but not a crush. So imagine his surprise when he started to crush on his neighbour. And imagine his face when he discovered she HATES cheaters. He's screwed.

• Hiori Yo

* Dear diary (angst, kinda a little very little yanderish???)

Hiori has never had someone to talk to. His whole life was spent every feeling up. So, he got a diary to write about everything. Little did he know that would be his ultimate desmise.

• Smaus

* Them talking about you with their friend (fluff, crack)

Part 1: Isagi Yoichi and Hiori Yo

Part 2: Reo Mikage and Bachira Meguru

Part 3: Karasu Tabito and Chigiri Hyoma

* You saying you love them and hanging up after (fluff, crack)

Part 1: Alexis Ness, Bachira Meguru, Shidou Ryusei

• Various

* "Oh Mister Todd!" trend with the Blue Lock guys: Isagi Yoichi, Rin Itoshi, Bachira Meguru

Hopefully more to come!!!

About requests

[icycoldninja]

hi, Yandere headcannon on the dmc boys with a shy reader

Ayo! Sure thing!

Yandere!Sparda boys + V x Shy!Reader headcannons

Warning: Disturbing and/or dark content incoming, if you are uncomfortable with these themes, DNI!

¤ Dante ¤

-Dante is an eliminating yandere.

-He will attack anyone, literally anyone, even a small child, if they so much as look at you in the wrong way.

-This leads to him keeping you from going outside, as he doesn't want anyone to "try and take you away."

-But that's fine, considering you're shy and quiet, and would rather stay inside and spend time with him. As long as you aren't "threatened" by others, Dante is as sweet and loving as he possibly can be.

-He truly does care for you, it's just, his trauma and emotional issues keep him from expressing his feelings in a healthy way. As a result, he gets very angry and overprotective over you towards strangers.

-Fortunately, Dante is a yandere that can be healed, with time and care.

■ Vergil ■

-Vergil is an isolating yandere.

-He will do everything in his power to keep you close to him for as long as possible, even if that means he has to cut off all contact with the world and keep you trapped in his home.

-He tries to answer the phone and door on your behalf, in the hopes that he can scare off any friends or family come to visit.

-Though that's quite annoying, the rest of his behavior is tolerable given your shyness. If he keeps you away from people, then you have nothing to fear, right?

-It's not really his fault, though. Deep down, Vergil's little more than a scared child who just wants someone to stay with him forever; never leaving his side and always being there for him. It's what happens when you think your family abandoned you.

-Unfortunately, there's no curing Vergil's yanderish behavior; it's rooted too deep into his mind. What you can do, however, is take good care of him and treat him well; as a result, he might lax his overprotective measures.

□ Nero □

-Nero is a submissive yandere, though not in the sense that the term implies.

-He will do anything you ask, but he's not a doormat; he has his own beliefs and opinions that cannot be changed no matter what you say or do.

-However, should you assign him a task, however trivial it may be, Nero will carry it out like a command. He is completely and utterly yours; anyone who tries to change that will meet a gruesome end.

-You are blissfully unaware of this fact, (until now) however, so life with Nero is as peaceful and happy as it would be between any healthy couple.

-The reason Nero acts like this is because he lacks a way to express his deep feelings for you. Since violence is all he has known, violence is how he will show his emotions.

-Thankfully, Nero can be cured, if he is taught to express himself in a more humane and less violent way.

● V ●

-V is a delusional yandere.

-He is solidly convinced thar you are as in love with him as he is with you, and no matter what people tell him, he will not listen.

-In fact, he will go so far as to harm those who dare to attempt to convince him otherwise.

-V is so certain you have feelings for him, he tries to keep you from initiating contact with potential romantic interests, however he might need to do so.

-Even if you tell him to stop yourself, he will insist he's doing what he's doing for "your sake".

-The reason he acts like this is a mystery, though it is possible he truly needs someone to love him--to the point that he grows delusional towards his crush.

-By making his delusions a reality, you can cure him, but beware. There's no telling if he'll develop another kind of mental issue after a relationship has been established.

[gentaro-kinniecom]

Do you think you’ll kill for me one day..?

Characters: Madara Mikejima, Nagisa Ran, Himeru, Tatsumi Kazehaya, Rei Sakuma, Keito Hasumi, Natsume Sakasaki, Sena Izumi Shu Itsuki and Eichi Tenshouin (x gn!reader)

C/w: Yanderish types of themes (no gore related, just mentions of killing people), obssesive behavior and themes, mentions of Nagisa’s childhood, mentions of kidnapping, religious themes/aspects (Tatsumi), Rei is an actual vampire this time, jealousy.

A/n: I’m back..and out of the (small ish..) hiatus I’ve been for one month <3 recently I’ve liked this new game called the kid at the back, so I might begin making new works for that game <33 enjoy !

Madara Mikejima

He chuckled, staring at the many photos on the wall of them. He was happy, nothing could ever separate them, at least he made it so. Their question didn’t catch him off guard, as far as Madara knew, no one resided within the 50 mile radius from their lovely home, the one Y/n wanted for so long with him. The coffee that sat on the table turned cold as his hands took hold of their waist, kissing them passionately while smiling

“Of course, my darling. I can’t bear the sight of anyone taking you away from me..”

Nagisa Ran

Nagisa’s eyes widened slightly upon hearing their words. Being held captive for an entire childhood was something he lived with to this day: a burden. One of being a talented idol, hence, why that situation had begun in the first place. However, everytime someone would get too close to his liking, Nagisa began cultivating thoughts: the same ones in which he wanted to wisk them away for good, closing y/n in an environment that only surrounded him.

“…would killing someone be of satisfactory for you, my beloved? If so, perhaps Ibara could take care of that for me..”

Himeru

A soft smile graced his features, looking into their eyes while parting a strand of hair away from their face. (E/c) eyes reflecting a sense of curiosity that seeked to know what was truly behind their loved one. A sudden breeze made Himeru close his eyes, hands intertwined while enjoying the sudden wind that was a perk of being on the school’s roof at the moment

“Is someone bothering you? Himeru..no, I, would do anything to keep you safe, even if it involves getting my hands dirty

Tatsumi Kazehaya

Glaring at the figure that sat on their knees in front of the altar, Tatsumi knew his true nature was already exposed. Soft chuckles bounced off from the church’s walls, ringing in their ear as he approached Y/n’s form, placing a hand on their shoulder, almost reassuring them. After all, he’s hurt many people in the past, what’s one more soul to him that could beg for forgiveness but never truly meant it?

“People come and go, even if I had to plead for forgiveness a million times, I’d do whatever you’d ask me to, my one and only.”

Rei Sakuma

Hands craddled their hair softly, enjoying the feeling and taste of his beloved’s blood, groaning in pleasure at the thought of killing someone for them. A bloody mess, all for them; he’s killed before, countless of times. Mostly for blood but, now that he has them, what more could he ask for? Maybe he could do something about the pesky guys who have tried to touch y/n…After all, the world is better off without them.

“Yes I will, my darling. You needn’t ask for that, I’m willing to do anything to keep you safe by my side..”

Keito Hasumi

A sigh escaped his lips, all he could think about was of all the guys that tried to approach Y/n the other day. His pen now sat neatly on top of his notebook, turning to look at his dearest, Keito’s reason of living and breathing. Keito looked out the window, noticing small droplets of water fall down, gracing the surfaces of where they would land. Pondering for a while, Keito grabbed their hand, thumb brushung against y/n’s chuckles followed by a kiss against the top of their hand

“I’ve…never thought about it in that aspect, you don’t know what lenghts I’d go for you, as long as you’re mine, nothing else matters”

Natsume Sakasaki

Another failed attempt at one of his best potions might be caused by the question y/n had asked him hours ago. His eyes trailed towards the sleeping figure resting on his couch, the same one he’s spent making potions or studying, pulling all nighters just, for, them. Natsume held gently a strand of their hair, caressing it with his face as he sighed, kissing their cheek as he spoke

“Do you doubt it my darling? Rest assured that I’ll always, always protect you, no one will ever get between us.”

Sena Izumi

A scoff could be heard across the room as Sena turned towards them. The practice room was quiet, apart from Izumi and Y/n who’s voices could be heard, along with some casual chirps from birds and rusting of leaves outside. His light blue eyes scanned the room, following their gaze towards the world outside, instead of him. Izumi was jealous of the men who would try to court Y/n, trap them in a loveless relationship..he can’t let that happen, no matter what he has to do to earn their attention. Approaching Y/n, a hand wrapped around their waist, grabbinv their chin and bringing them close.

“In a heartbeat. Anything you desire is my duty to fulfill my love”

Shu Itsuki

His sewing machine stopped suddenly, a new dress had been crafted in the spawn of 8 hours, a work of art, made for his partner. A fitting was held that same night, deft fingers tracing along their body, a sweet gesture behind the obssesive behavior towards them. It’s almost as if, Shu wanted to make them depend on him, which..wouldn’t be such a bad idea, perhaps he could…

“I’ll make sure you hace everything, killing people is..inconvenient at the moment, but if that’s what you wish for, then, I’ll do as you please”

Eichi Tenshouin

The council room was silent, the small tapping of the computer Eichi was writing on had briefly come to a halt. His eyes bored into their own as he smiled, but something about it didn’t feel..quite right. As if, there was another deep meaning behind that smile, perhaps true happiness upon hearing the question? Who knows? All that Eichi cared about was the power he had in his hands to manipulate and change stories into whatever he wanted them to be.

“My contracts will do as I please with a flick of my finger, anything at no cost, so don’t hesitate to open up with me about your desires my love..”

[lemonlover1110]

𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

Satoru Gojo

Pairing: designer!Satoru Gojo x model!Reader

Summary: Even though Satoru was bored of dating models, you've caught his eye. He finds himself infatuated with you... And he tends to be a bit extreme

Warnings: Obsessive!Gojo (Sort of Yanderish), Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Spanking, Praising, Creampie, Stalking, Mentions of Gojo stealing dirty laundry, A glimpse of Toji

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Satoru Gojo has worked as a fashion designer for nearly a decade. He’s come across many beautiful women, so many that at one point he’s come to stop caring. He isn’t in awe when a woman resembling a goddess steps into the studio. That excitement and that blushing went away a year into the industry. Now that he’s established himself, and his name is distinguished in the industry, the models are the last thing to surprise him.

He’s gone on a couple of dates with the models, as unprofessional as it sounds. There’s undeniable attraction at times and he can’t argue with it. He just goes with what feels right. And it feels right when the only thought in his mind is physical attraction. But he’s come to realize that looks aren’t everything. It actually makes up very little in a relationship. When he finds himself bored out of his mind ten minutes into a date, he discovers that there has to be more than just physical attraction. He pays for dinner, takes them to a hotel to do them, and then swears after the most mediocre sex of his life that he won’t ask someone out again solely based on looks. Yet, he seems to forget once in a while when a drop-dead gorgeous woman steps into the room.

Although everyone in the dating pool seems tedious nowadays. He can’t complain though. He’s let many great women get away, simply because they didn’t meet the beauty standard. He finds himself regretting it everyday, until he lays his eyes on the most beautiful woman before one of his runway shows.

Satoru’s brand in runaway shows is being all-inclusive. Meaning all types of models could walk, as long as they had a convincing enough walk. Yet he’s never thought he’d be personally benefited by it until now. He’s supposed to make sure the show-stopper is perfect on Yukari, the celebrity guest, yet he wants to talk to this new model. At least he’s sure she’s new. He would’ve noticed someone so beautiful before. He walks up to her, a smile on his face.

“Hi.” Satoru greets you, and you smile at him. The makeup artist works on your eyes, so you have them closed. You have no idea who you’re talking to. For all you know it’s the assistant that casted you into the show. Although his voice sounds quite different. “Have you walked for me before?”

“No… This is my first runway show.” You answer. Now you wonder who you’re talking to, and you’re getting nervous at the thought. It must be the designer. And you’re waiting for tips. You weren’t given any instructions on how to walk other than a typical runway walk. So you wait for it patiently, but when you open your eyes, it’s just you and the makeup artist.

“Suguru… What’s her name?” Satoru questions, subtly pointing at you. Suguru doesn’t notice, too focused on making sure Yukari looks perfect since Satoru isn’t doing the proper job. Suguru doesn’t even bother looking around either.

“Stop crushing over some irrelevant model. We have a job to do.” Suguru says. Satoru is about to argue with it, but he knows better. Plus Suguru isn’t exactly wrong. In ten minutes the show starts. “We both know what’ll happen. You’ll ask her out, go on a boring date, then she’s fired. Doubt that this time it’ll be any different.”

“You’re such a bummer.” Satoru answers before he decides to actually focus on his job. As beautiful as you are, you aren’t the reason for his success and wealth. But he’ll get back to you in due time.

After the show you got the best offer in your life. An actual job instead of just a gig. The assistant to the designer went up to you and offered you to become an official model for the brand– An opportunity you couldn’t turn down. You’re doing better than what you expected.

You were asked to go to the studio early in the morning to help the designer. Although it isn’t what you expected from the job, you’re very glad for it. You walk into the studio, looking around. It seems so empty that you wonder if you’re in the right place. Until you spot a man with white hair, who you’re pretty sure is the designer and owner of this place.

“Excuse me…” Your voice comes off as weak as you walk over to him. He smiles, putting his hands in his pockets while he watches you walk over to him. You’re almost a hundred percent sure that he’s Satoru Gojo. “Am I in the right place?”

“You are.” He nods. He says your name, “That’s you, right?”

“Yes.” You smile. You look around at an empty studio. “Will there be any more models coming?”

“I’m working with just you today.” He answers. He thinks of a quick lie so it doesn’t come off as him having a crush and for you to not get uncomfortable, “I do this with our models.”

“Okay… Mr. Gojo… What would you like me to do?” You question.

“First I need you to put on this dress…” Satoru begins to look for this beautiful dress that he had begun only thinking of the beautiful model he had seen. Something that perfectly matches her skin as well as her body shape. “You can start undressing.”

“Oh… Okay…” You answer, feeling awkward and a bit uncomfortable. But this must be common in the modeling industry, so you should get used to it. You begin with your shoes, then your shirt, and then your pants. The place is rather cold, especially when you’re just in your underwear. Satoru finally walks back with the most beautiful dress you’ve seen.

“I think you’re going to have to take off your bra for this too.” He tells you, and you feel your face get warm, but end up reaching behind to unhook your bra. It makes sense since it’s a strapless dress, however, it still feels weird. You unclasp your bra and slide it off.

Satoru stares, even though he shouldn’t. He can’t raise any suspicions, but he’s not doing a great job at that. You begin to put on the dress, and your breasts are once again covered up which he finds shameful. You hold on to the dress, not wanting to pull the zipper up without instructions. He says, “Turn around.”

You do as he says, and he pulls up the zipper of the dress. He orders you to turn around once again, which you do. He looks you up and down, and he holds back from smirking. If this weren’t his first actual conversation with you, he’d have you bent over. He begins to pinch the cloth and put pins through it. “You have similar measurements to a big client of ours.”

“Oh? That’s good to know…” You awkwardly answer. No wonder you were offered a job. Satoru accidentally pinches your skin while he tries to grab the cloth which earns a cry from you. He looks at your face, finally focusing on something other than the dress.

“I’m sorry, gorgeous. Didn’t mean to do that.” He apologizes, rubbing the spot as if to give you comfort. You aren’t sure what to do as you just stand there. You want to talk but he’s so focused and you wouldn’t want to break that concentration. But luckily for you he’s the one that speaks again, “Also the fact that you’re stunning and a new face means we can have you model our clothes all year round. Don’t think we’re just using you to perfect measurements.”

“Aw, thank you.” You smile. Your face feels warm as you take in the compliment. Hearing those words from a handsome man definitely boosts your ego even more. As if it wasn’t big enough before.

Satoru stops. He grabs your hand, and pulls you so you’re forced to walk. He guides you to a platform, and you walk up to it, somewhat knowing what to do. You feel as his eyes stare at your breasts.

“What size are they?” He questions, and you tell him. You innocently think that it’s to adjust any measurements for the client. He focuses on the dress again. All his attention goes to it.

“It’s a beautiful dress.” You comment, and he smirks. You don’t notice it since you look straight ahead. Of course it’s a beautiful dress, you were the inspiration for it.

“It is.”

Work goes well. You don’t have to go very often but you’re still greatly compensated for your time. You don’t see Satoru as often, but when you do, he treats you very well. It makes you feel as if you’re some sort of star. You as well have other gigs which are paying you mediocre money, but slowly you’re saving up your money. And soon enough you might be able to move out of the shoe-box sized apartment you currently reside in.

Also, very early in the morning there’s a knock on your door. You open it and always receive a bouquet of your favorite flowers. You’ve received so many that flowers that haven’t withered yet are thrown out. You don’t have enough space in your apartment for so many flowers. The question of who’s the one sending these flowers has lingered on your mind ever since the first morning you received them. 

At first you thought it was your new work-friend. You mentioned what your favorite flowers were to her, and thought maybe she sent them to be nice. But there’s no way she has so much money to send this many flowers.

“Who even sends these anyway?” You ask the delivery man this morning. You inspect the flowers as if they aren’t the same as the dozen others that have been sent. He shrugs. He knows but the person chooses to remain anonymous. “Please– Doesn’t have to be a first name or anything. Like do you know what they look like? Are they tall? Short? Do they have any piercings?”

There’s no answer, very unlucky for you, so you end up slamming the old door of your apartment. You put the flowers down on the counter and walk back to your room. At this point you doubt these are friendship flowers. You want to know who this person is so you can form some sort of relationship with them– Platonic or romantic. They’ve spent this much money on you, so the least they deserve is a friendship.

It strikes you. It must be a neighbor since no one at work knows where you live. You think of all of your neighbors, and immediately know who it is. It must be that Toji guy that lives a couple of doors down. You smile, and decide that you’ll be asking him out. He’s very handsome.

Satoru waits in his car, outside of your apartment complex. Mustering up the courage to go inside and ask you out. It’s weird, but he doesn’t feel as if it’s professional to ask you out at work. He’s done it a million other times with other models, but he feels that for this it’s more appropriate to ask you in a different place. As weird as it is just walking to your apartment with no invitation whatsoever. Asking you out at work is definitely more professional, and way less creepy.

He’s about to exit his car but he sees you walk out. You don’t walk out alone either, you’re with someone else. Someone else that doesn’t bring a smile to Satoru’s face. A tall muscular man with black hair. Satoru’s hands ball up into fists, and there’s this sinking feeling in his stomach. He can’t be jealous…  

He exits the car and begins to follow you around, discreetly, when he sees that you aren’t getting in any vehicle. He makes sure to stay a safe distance so if you were to turn around, you wouldn’t see your boss following you. Satoru feels weird for doing this, but he’s lost all common sense. He likes you. He’s infatuated, dare he say. He’s liked many models before but he’s never gone so far as to follow them while they’re out on a date.

Maybe it’s not a date, he tries to think. Maybe the man you’re with is a really great friend of yours. Satoru tries to think that what he’s doing is not so bad with every step he takes. He’s looking out for his model’s wellbeing, that’s all.

You walk into a cheap restaurant with the man, and Satoru takes a deep breath to control himself. Satoru has known you for a month, he can’t be acting so irrational over you. You’re nothing but co-workers. Although that thought makes Satoru boil up inside.

He doesn’t know whether to leave or to stay. He’s frankly seen enough. And he can’t have you spot him in that place. You’d surely quit. Satoru would never go to a place like that. He decides to walk back, as pissed off as he is. He’ll deal with the matter later.

Satoru is usually very sweet with you, but today he seems rather mad. This week has been pretty great with you, and you don’t really need your boss to ruin the week. He’s paying a lot of attention to the other employees… Which is fine, but usually when you’re together he acts as if you’re the only woman around. Which you like.

“Try this on, I finished it.” Satoru says, nearly throwing the dress at you. You’re about to get undressed, but he points to the bathroom. You didn’t even know that was there. You go to the bathroom and get undressed.

You wonder what’s up with him. You’ve seen him mad, at least that’s what you think. He doesn’t usually treat his employees like this, at least not you. You put on the dress that fits just perfectly. It’s seriously the perfect dress for you. Length, size, style and color wise.

You walk out of the bathroom and go to Satoru, who stares at his phone disinterested. He looks up when you’re in front of him, mainly at the dress. You twirl to show him the dress. He looks at it and feels as if there’s a couple finishing touches that are missing. “Stop moving. I need to concentrate.”

So you stop moving while he stares you down. You chew on the inside of your cheek, holding back on asking the question. It kills you inside to not ask. You’re able to keep silent for a couple of minutes before asking, “Mr. Gojo, why are you mad at me?”

“Mad at you?” He questions. It’s not like he’ll openly admit it. He’s not mad at you. He does feel a bit betrayed… But you’re not actually at fault for that because he can’t expect you to stay single all of your life while he musters up the courage to ask you out on a date. But that doesn’t really change his current feelings. “Why do you say I’m mad at you?”

“You’ve been acting weird…” You respond, avoiding eye contact with the man. He looks around the studio for a moment. There’s barely any people around, and they’re focused on their own thing. He just has to get you out of sight…

“You know… I’ve been stressed.” He lies, although could it really be considered a lie if it’s somewhat the truth? He’s been stressed because of you. Not because of work. You feel as he caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. “I could never be mad at someone so gorgeous.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Gojo…” You answer, tilting your head to give in to his touch. You feel so much better knowing that he’s not mad at you.

“Help me pick out some fabric for a gift. My apology to you.” He says, and you nod. He grabs your hand and begins to walk to the room that’s full of shelves with fabric. Satoru is so nice to you, you can’t help but smile at that. You wonder how many models he does this to. You step into the room with fabrics and he tells you, “Pick out your favorite. I’ll make you a beautiful dress.”

You begin to look at the fabrics, unsure of what to pick. After your first date with Toji, you’re confident all will go well so you’re thinking of something that you can wear to impress the man. A color similar to this one. “Actually, come here for a second.”

You walk back to the man, and he begins to smooth out the dress that you’re wearing. His hands get to the end of the dress, and you don’t watch as his hands rip the end of the dress. You hear as the dress rips and your eyes widen. 

“Shit… I have to fix that.” Satoru says. You wonder how that suddenly happened. More than anything you wonder how that happened. “Take off the dress.”

You reach behind to unzip the dress and take it off. You let it slide down to the floor before giving it to Satoru. You stare at the beautiful dress that’s now in Satoru’s hands, “I’m so sorry, I don’t know how that happened.”

“Don’t worry about it, beautiful. I’ll fix it.” He says, tossing the dress over his shoulder. You stare at him, unsure of what to do or say. He stares at you as well, but more at your body than anything, “I like that set of underwear. It’s cute.”

“Thank you…” You shyly respond. It feels weird to hear your boss saying that, but at the same time you don’t mind. He’s very handsome.

“Did you pick that out for me?” He begins, and you feel your cheeks get warm. He did infiltrate your mind when you picked it out. You don’t respond quick enough and he grows impatient, “I’d be very flattered if you said yes… But I doubt it, they might be for a boyfriend or something.”

“I don’t have a boyfriend.” You share, and he fights back a smirk. You feel his cold hands land on your waist, while his lips go to your ear. 

“How’s a beautiful woman like you single?” He questions, his hands going to your back. You feel as his hands go up to your bra. “Are other men not convincing enough?”

“No…” You answer, the lewd thoughts that run through your mind getting the best of you. A future with your neighbor or the fact that sleeping with your boss could get you fired, are the last thoughts in your mind. Satoru’s lips suddenly land on yours, his lips feeling so soft against yours.

You’re at work, but why does that matter when he’s practically the boss? Your hands go behind his neck, while his tongue enters your mouth. He unclasps your bra and throws it aside, since it’s strapless. His fingers begin to play with your nipples while his tongue presses against yours.

“Satoru…” You whimper when he pulls away from the kiss, his head beginning to leave kisses all over your neck. One hand goes down your torso and into your panties. Your soft moans begin to fill up the room as he begins to play with your clit. He sucks on your neck as well.

He should make this fast before someone needs fabric and walks into the place, but he doesn’t want to. He’s wanted this for over a month, and for a person that doesn’t like to wait, that’s a long time for him. Two fingers run through your folds, getting them wet enough with your slick before he pushes them into your cunt.

“Shit-” You mutter, feeling his long fingers inside of you. You’ve watched him work with his fingers so many times now, but you’ve never thought about how great they’d feel inside of you. He curves them just right as he moves them in and out of you.

“You have to pay some way for the dress you ruined.” Satoru comments when his lips detach themselves from your neck. As if he wasn’t the one who ripped it. His lips land on yours again, muffling out the soft moans that leave your lips while he fingers you.

He manages to hit your sweet spot, and your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head. He’s making you feel so good, and this is his first time with you. He’s gotten his fair share of experience so of course he’s somewhat skilled at this. He pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your lips. You’re now moaning much louder as an orgasm builds up.

“It’s so- Good-” You’re almost out of breath. The sound of his fingers moving in and out of your pussy much louder as juices leak. He stares at your face since you have that look. The one he’s been fantasizing about ever since he laid his eyes on you. He could come right in his pants. “Fuck- Fuck–”

You’re slightly moving your hips as your orgasm approaches. It comes in at full force, a loud moan leaving your lips as you come all over his fingers. Your legs feel like jello, but luckily Satoru supports you. He takes his fingers out and brings them up to his lips. He shoves them into his mouth, tasting the sweetness(which is not so sweet) that he had been dreaming about.

“Do you want more… Sir?” You ask him, batting your eyelashes. He takes his fingers out of his mouth, and pushes you against a shelf. Your back hits the shelf and he wonders what he should do. Turn you around or watch your pretty face as you take his dick.

He ends up turning you around, and slightly bending you over while he pulls down his zipper. He pushes your panties to the side and finally gets a good look at your pussy. He bites his bottom lip as he gets his cock out and begins to stroke it. “Do you want more, gorgeous?” 

“Yes.” You answer and he smacks your ass. You feel as the tip of his cock runs through your folds. He gets it wet with your juices before he pushes his cock into your cunt. He does it slowly, hoping like this you’ll accommodate faster to the length. He does so with good reason because it’s big. Bigger than what you expected. You’re a moaning mess and he’s not even fully inside of you.

“You’re doing so great, gorgeous.” He praises you. When he’s fully buried inside of you he gives you a couple of seconds to adjust before slowly moving. Satoru is gifted at many things that you knew, but you never thought this would be one. You’ve never thought about Satoru like this because he just seemed… Unattainable. 

His cock fills you up so well and it hits every right spot. Your eyes are once again rolling to the back of your head. You feel as his palm strikes your ass and he tells you, “For ruining a perfect dress.” Yet, your mind is not processing it. 

He hasn’t fucked you for long enough for you to be turned into a mindless woman. But he’s just doing such a good job. Even the praises that want to leave your lips go unsaid since your brain can’t register any words. You just stick your tongue out as he fucks you.

His thrusts pick up more and more speed. His fingers bury into your hips for support, unintentionally digging his nails into your skin. He’s lost himself in pleasure, finding out that your cunt is way better than what he expected. He sure has thought of this scenario many times, but he never thought it’d be this good. 

Your moans are like music to his ears, encouraging him to go faster. You feel as your orgasm approaches, not being able to handle so much at once. His fingers were long, and his dick even longer… Which you aren’t complaining about. Even if you were, the way you’re creaming on his cock would tell on you.

“So fucking good- What a good little pussy.” Satoru praises while ramming into your cunt. He feels you tighten around him while you near your orgasm, and he hisses at the great feeling. He smacks your ass again, and it adds more to your pleasure. 

“Oh- I’m gonna-” You begin and before you can even finish the sentence, your second orgasm takes over you. He praises you for doing so well,

“Doing so good, beautiful. You’re taking my cock so well.” He’s so close to finishing as well. His thrusts get slower and get more unregulated. He’s making sure he lasts long just in case this is his last time doing this with you… Which he doubts. 

He ends up moaning your name before he cums inside of you. He stays buried deep inside of you until he makes sure every drop ends up inside of you. When he pulls out his cock, he watches his cum drip out for a couple of seconds before he adjusts your panties. He begins to fix himself up.

“Don’t worry about the dress.” He tells you, while you catch your breath. He grabs your bra and tosses it to you. He can’t have you walk out wearing just your underwear… That’s a sight for only him to see. “Pick out the fabric for your new dress while I get you your clothes.”

You can’t do anything other than agree in response. He walks out of the fabric room, fighting back the biggest smirk.

Sneaking into your apartment when you weren’t home, stealing your dirty laundry, getting to know your interests such as the books you read and the movies you watch; trivial stuff such as the shampoo and conditioner you use. He’s done so much in so little time. He’s infatuated. Next thing he has to do is get rid of that bum that you went on a date with then ask you out on a date…

Although asking you out might have to wait. He still fears rejection, and he doesn’t want his perfect muse to leave him.

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[unyandere]

Yandere jock x reader who is really into how to kill people with poison and therefore finds training the body useless

Tw: plants (the poisonous ones), mention of killing and murder, curses, yanderish behaviour (both me and you know that’s not the most triggering over here), bad English I guess, reader is… uh… like those little kids who love to tell people how they would be able to kill them in extreme detail for no reason whatsoever

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At school you were more or less a loner, no friends, teachers always forgot your name, are your lunch alone,… Yeah, you spent most of your time at school inside the library, reading books about murders and poisons.

Poisonous plants and animals had always been one of your many passions and the librarian, knowing you as well as your mother had known you, always kept some new books about plants and animals for you.

One day as you were reading about the atropine contained inside many plants and its uses you caught the eye of one of the school’s top football players.

At first he came up to you, sat beside you and looked at you while you were reading.

He was hypnotised by your beauty, your elegant movements, your oh so cute shyness,… As he set his eyes on you he decided you two would have some fun together.

“Hey hun~ Wanna… ya know?” He said pointing at one of the doors that lead to a utility room.

You lifted your eyes from the book and looked at him straight in the eyes.

“Getting inside a small room with someone you don’t really know just because of an high libido is one of the most common ways to get killed” you answered looking at him coldly

“And how would you kill me? You don’t look like someone with muscles~ You don’t really look like someone who could beat me up~” he said walking behind you and grabbing one of your arms.

“There are countless ways in which you could get killed without the use of muscles” you answered jerking your arm away.

He got closer to you, he sniffed your hair and touched your neck.

“Reeeally? And how would you kill me?” He said smiling at you, putting his hand under your chin and lifting your face up to him.

“Well I could poison you with berries by putting one berry in my mounts and slipping it into yours during a kiss, I could put some rhododendron leaves in my pocket and scratch your skin as you get close giving you some of the nastiest infections, I could put some hemlock in my hands, cup my hand above your nose, make you breath some hemlock and kill you slowly and painfully,… and these are just some examples of how I could, and would, kill you” you answered briefly.

The jock looked at you in the eyes, for a moment his smile disappeared and he stepped back a little.

But just as soon as you thought he’d finally leave you alone to read, his smile reappeared and he got as close as he was before.

“Well, couldn’t I kill you in just as many ways with my hands?” He whispered in your ear smiling at the thought of you under him asking for help.

“While the answer is yes, you would definitely get in prison for that because of the signs on me and everyone being able to testimony that you were with me at the time of my death making you the prime suspect, while I, killing your with poison, will not become the prime suspect because most poisons take time to start showing their signs and kill people so you would be able to meet more people before dying making them the prime suspect for your death instead of me” you explained crushing his dreams.

The jock smiled at you taking again a little step back.

“I… see” he mumbled trying to keep up his smile and think of something to answer you.

“But what if I… erm… didn’t care about going to jail?” He asked whispering, getting close to you again (to your dismay) and sniffing your beautiful hair thinking of you, scared, doing whatever he asked you.

“Well, you would be quite stupid! Getting to jail is no joke, you will have a much harder time finding a job after you get out of jail!” You answer apathetically.

“Then, why would you risk your carrier to kill me? Am I more important then your future?” He asked again smiling while touching you thinking of you giving up your whole life for him made him quite excited.

“No, I just know I wouldn’t get caught… I know what errors killers usually make, I just have to avoid those and I’ll be able to do whatever I want” you explained again.

You were starting to get on his nerves, if your cute face didn’t make up for it he would’ve already beaten you up.

“I see… And what if I force you to come with me, without killing you, and see me play a game just for you?” He said expecting some more scared response to that.

“I’d ask for a restraining order against you” you answered with a plain pretty apathetic voice.

“Yeah but what if-“ he was going to ask but you got up and walked out of the library leaving him alone.

[bump1nthen1ght]

Right Where He Wants You (Octomerman x M!Reader)

Pairing: Octo!Merman x Merman!Reader

Genre: Hand Jobs, Tentacles, Titplay

Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Slight Yandere tendencies Word Count: 1300 words

Summary: A member of your pod has been making eyes at you for a while. His desire for you is almost palpable, suffocating even. But you can’t say you hate the attention.

Request: It’s my first time asking for a request so - could I make a request male octopus x merman male reader there could be titplay and some yanderish vibe to it

It’s a simple glance that starts it all.

A flirtatious wink from you over the pod’s dinner, you offering to share some of your dolphin and sliding up to his side.

The tension between you two had been thick for a while; lots of sensual glances, the occasionally passing brush of his tentacle on your backside, and sometimes even cornering you just to flirt and compliment your appearance. 

The game had been fun; Cyreus was a handsome fellow, and although he had begun aggressively pursuing you first, you weren’t exactly complaining about his forwardness. But tonight there's a certain energy in the air, a certain stirring in your gut. Tonight you’ll take it all the way, let him know that you've officially been caught.

All it takes is a wink and a hidden note, passed off into one of his tentacles.

Meet me at dusk

It said, and while you had intended to guide him to your cove after meeting, get a little privacy, he had been desperate to get started. Right then, right there.

“Ungh, Cyreus-”

“Uh-huh?” He asks, half attentive, mouth a little busy sucking hickies onto your neck.

“Someone might-” Your voice catches in your throat, feeling a sharp nip right at your pulse.

“No they won’t. Everyone’s already gone to sleep.” A long, wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck, a lustful shiver running down your spine. An orange tentacle wraps around the bottom of your tail, yanking it up and throwing your upper half farther into the wall. Cyreus’ chest presses right up against yours, using his body weight to hold you in place. “You’re all mine, mine.”

You honestly should be alarmed by the dark tone of his voice, the way his tentacles grope and constrict your tail into the right position. But the lust has fogged over the more sensible part of your mind, and instead you fall deeper into your paramore's arms.

Two tentacles keep your tail in place, while another one circles tantalizingly around your slit, applying enough pressure to coax your cock out of its sheath. Up top Cyreus continues his attack on your throat, pinching skin in between his lips and lathering his tongue across it. You feel the dancing sensation of his fingers crawling up your sides, inching towards your nipples. 

“Aah.” You breathily moan, reminding yourself that you need to keep it down. Not that it really matters, as the bruises you’ll have will no doubt let everyone know what you got up to tonight.

The tip of your dick has begun to poke out, Cyreus’ tentacles wasting no time in encircling it in their warm hold. Your pelvis jerks, throwing it into his sucking grip, embracing the feeling. Electricity shoots across your chest when you feel two finger pads press up on your nipples. 

“So fucking cute.” Cyreus growls in your ear. “Those cute little sounds, all for me.��� His fingers flick across your chest, watching the way it pebbles and rises. He licks his lips, his gaze ravenous.

Your cock has fully unsheathed at this point, precum now beading at the tapered tip. Three tentacles focus on it all at once; One wrapped tight around your base, one jerking up and down your shaft, and the last one lathering the tip like a tongue. Precum smears across the suckers, the tentacle shuddering as it coaxes out more and more.

Cyreus mouth has moved down your neck and onto your shoulder, pressing kisses and bites into your cold skin. He begins to hover around your chest, scooting his hand down so he can start sucking on your left nipple.

“Aah!”

Cyreus is covetous as he licks a circle around your bud, long tongue wrapping around it and beginning to tug. The other is pinched by his forefinger and thumb, sending hot sparks down your stomach and right to your cock. 

Cyreus giggles, mouth still latched on, and all three tentacles grip tight around your cock. Fresh streams of precum gush down their sides, speckling the underside of your tail.

“Who makes you feel this good?” Cyreus pops off to ask, his voice low and possessive. “Look at me.”

You force your eyes to open, another wave of heat pulsing your dick when you catch his intense gaze. His irises burn like embers, his brow furrowed and his smout quirked in a smirk. “Who?” He tugs on your nipple, forcing a breathy yelp.

“Y-you! You make me feel good!”

“Say my name.” The tentacle around your shaft starts jerking aggressively, a fast pace that has your vision specked with dots

“Cyreus!” You keen, hips thrown into his grip. The knot in your belly gets pulled taught.

“Good boy.” He purrs, nipping at your nipple. “My good boy.”

Something cold and slimy thwaps against your navel, a quick glance down telling you it's Cyreus’ unsheathed cock. It coated in his precum, leaving slick trails as he ruts it against your stomach.

Your hand gently wraps around it, trying to find the technique to jerk him off properly. It’s an effort amidst all his tentacles, which seem desperate to thoroughly scramble your mind into a lust-addicted soup. 

You can feel the blood pulsing underneath the skin, his tapered head bobbing as you find a grip around his slick cock. Cyreus' tongue falls out of his mouth. “F-fuck~” He stutters, and you feel a certain rush of pride, knowing how good you make him feel.

“Oh, fuck.” Cyreus begins biting your chest, fresh bruises blooming against the skin. Every knick of his teeth feels like another pull at your knot, the slow crescendo of your orgasm picking up.

“Oh my gods.” Your breathily moan, hips beginning to jerk and hump into the mass of tentacles. You can feel them shuddering against your shaft, squirming to soak up every drop of cum you give them. 

You slowly lose the focus to jerk Cyreus off, your hand now just a solid grip as you try to find stability in the wave of pleasure. But Cyreus doesn’t complain, instead humping up, using your palm like a sex toy. Gushes of his slick run down your wrist.

“You gonna cum?” Cyreus purrs between bites on your chest, tongue circling back around your nipples. It’s shockingly dextrous, curling and tugging at it like one of his tentacles.

You nod, another quaking moan from your quivering lips. You’re only silenced by a brutal kiss from Cyreus, teeth clacking as easily slips his tongue inside. His hands now lay flat against your stomach, two more tentacles coming up to keep pinching your nipples. The two of you are a mass of thrusts and limbs, slick with sweat and bodily fluids.

“Cum for me. Cum for me.” Cyreus growls, tugging at your bottom lip with surprising force. There's a sharp pinch and blood bubbles up to the surface. But neither of you care, falling back into the kiss, embracing the metallic tastes across your tongues.

Your moans are swallowed up by Cyreus mouth as you orgasm, hot spurts of cum caught by his desperate tentacles, practically bathing in it. Soon after you feel Cyreus finish on your chest, semen shooting all the way up to your neck as his humps stutter.

The two of you are locked in a haze, cock-drunk and delirious as your breath returns. Your lips stay connected in a peck, hot breath blowing across each other’s cheeks.

It’s easy to stay put, to let Cyreus tentacles lock you in place as he nuzzles into your neck.

“You’re perfect.” He whispers, still just as desperate and needy as before. Like you’re a treasure that keeps on giving, one he’ll never give up. “And now you’re mine. All mine.”

The tentacles constrict, but the slight burn doesn’t bother you. 

No, you’re right where you belong.

[color-thoughts]

Warning: ignorant/oblivious reader, delusional wanderer, stalking, kidnapping, yanderish

You were dropped as a baby. So you really had a few screws lost in your head.

You're really ditzy and you'd always get in the most dangerous situations but remain alive and well.

Wanderer worries about that fact. Although he'd never admit it, he'd always watch you from afar to see what would happen to you just in case. Just for your own safety.

You'd often feel the burning gaze of somebody, but you'd shrug it off as someone guarding you.

The more he sees you shrug it off as someone protecting you, the more he actually gets convinced it's for your own protection.

You and him never had any contact except for that one time that you accidentally called him random names. Some of those names was Kunikuzushi and Kabukimono.

It left him in a cold sweat. How would you know?

But then he soon finds out it was unintentional.

You've never understood why everyone suddenly disappeared, you'd excuse it as "They're just busy!"

You were so oblivious that Wanderer wonders how you are still living?

But nonetheless, consider him not that surprised when he finds out you didn't really care much that he kidnapped you and took your contact with the world away.

Although it's more of a protecting someone you love on his side of the story.

[selfaware-bungou-stray-dogs]

So, I had a question about the phone.

1.What happens when GL turns their phone off. Do the BSD cast loose access to the internet when that happens?

2. What happens when GL's phone is permanently damaged and do not work anymore?

3. What happens if reader gets a new phone and they like give their phone to someone else like a hand me down? How would the BSD cast react to that?

4. Follow up to question 3, what happens if reader gets a new phone and doesn't download the BSD game.

Self-Aware! BSD. World Building. Phone

Warning: English is my second language. Some slight yanderish theme.

1. Kind of. They have BSD's World internet, and it will be "cut off" from the Real World Internet, when GL turned off the phone. They won't be able to open new pages, but will be able to see every previously opened page, doesn't matter if GL made an offline copy of the page.

2. First thing, BSD Cast did after gaining access to GL's phone—search for their accounts (starting with Google Account, ending with any random site's account). So, when Reader got a new phone and opened one of the apps/sites/social media/re-enter Google Account, BSD Cast will connect to the new phone.

3. Phone, as in a gadget, doesn't matter to BSD Cast. GL, a person, are the only one, that matters.

Yes, they will feel a tiny bit of hurt, that GL decided to change phone, but, after quick research, they will realize, that it's fine in real world to change your phone. As I mentioned before, BSD Cast will immediately link to new phone via GL's other accounts. And will make a super hard reset on old phone, so new owner will have hard time getting it to work properly.

4. BSD Cast will prepare in advance. They will see, that Mayoi App took many space on the phone, so, they will create few apps (a.k.a. some versions of basic apps in BSD Style). After they get linked to GL's new phone, they will offer a major update, that will replace some basic apps with better ones (and "lighter" in terms of needed space). Notes, interface of which similar to Kunikida's notebook, Calendar with slightly familiar chibis, Maps app with a small dog logo, etc.

While BSD Cast will lose a way to communicate with GL, they still will be connected to them.

Even if GL lose their progress in Mayoi and had to start new game on a new phone, BSD Cast will be connected to them. If GL abandoned one server and start playing on another, BSD Cast will be connected to GL.

Note! While BSD Cast have some yanderish tendencies, they continue to hold into GL's devices not only because they like GL, but also because with link to a gadget, plus a link to a person, will make their job to get to the real world easier.

As I mentioned in previous posts before, BSD Cast want to pay for GL's kindness, preferably, becoming friends with them, but they will step back and leave, if GL ask them to do it.

Can BSD get the real world without link to the gadget and only to GL? Yes, it will simply take more time.