#dom/sub themes

[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere roommate, Bottom head cannons ~

Yandere roommate who’s been stalking you for months waiting to pounce at the opportunity to get close to you, your old roommate sadly “moving away” randomly leaving you in a crunch to find a new one! You weren’t picky you were desperate and he was available and willing to pay over half the rent and expenses, a deal a young man such as yourself couldn’t deny.

Yandere roommate who places cameras in your shower right behind your shower head giving perfect view of your body as your hand glides over your pecs making your Yandere roommates mouth water watching you all flustered in his room with his laptop open, the sight of your muscular arms flexing and bulging as you wash your hair making the Yandere squirm around his stomach twitching and itching desperate to get you inside him.

Yandere roommate who always cleans up around the apartment making sure the dishes are done and the meals are made, even going as far as to make you lunches as he feeds the fantasy of being your “boyfriend” his head spinning being so close to you breathing in your scent having him dizzy and red in the face with him being completely delusional.

Yandere roommate who gets all pissed and psychotic when he sees you around any girls, he’s completely ballistic and the next day they are always found in a gruesome state since he wants to ensure “he’s the only one you have~”. The Yandere will always be so sweet and act so sympathetic to you over the women’s deaths but secretly thrilled you’re coming to him for comfort! Having you holding onto him all frustrated and upset makes him nearly pass out in glee.

Yandere roommate who steals a few of your things, stealing your hoodie or even your boxers. He keeps a box hidden away with all the things he’s stolen from you inside his closet obsessed with your scent the feeling of his delusional brain becoming so corrupted and twisted he imagines your things as “gifts~” to him making him fall more manic over the delusion of him being your boyfriend.

Yandere roommate who gets all pent up, when you’re at work or at your university he can’t help himself but to go to your room since it “smells” like you. His face buried in your pillows groaning and whining out as he stuffs two fingers into his loosened hole, pushing past his bud as he breaths in your scent doing his best to imagine your fingers reaching the best of depths inside him wanting you to the point his eyes well up with tears of desperation.

Yandere roommate who starts leaving himself in more skimpy clothing, you say his jeans look nice and those are suddenly his favorite jeans, wearing purposefully tight things that show every hip dip and thigh gap this man had. He makes sure to rub his ass right against your groin when squeezing past you making you let out a few labored grunts hiding your arousal while he murmur an innocent “I’m sorry!~” towards you

Yandere roommate who slowly gets you to fall for him. Getting you so pent up and horny for him that you can’t help yourself but to fuck him silly, his face shoved into the couch pillows with his back arched ass in the air as you grip his love handles for dear life like a pent up animal in rut as you heave on top of him holding him close all pinned down into the couch as the squelching sound of your cock stretching his slick rim open fills the apartment.

Yandere roommate who turns it into a habit doing his best to get you to fuck him anywhere everywhere to the point he can only drool getting fucked on your cock with his plush lips all agape his eyes widened and glossed over with lust as he barely musters out “Mhh fuck!, o-oh~ right there~~” as your cock head ravages and assaults his prostate making his puffy rim try to wink around you and greedily swallow more.

Yandere roommate who’s bent over the counter his boxers around his ankle as your hands grope the globes of his cheeks pressing your tongue against his rim watching hazily as it twitches only serving as fuel for you to delve past his bud with your tongue massaging his inner walls flicking against his bundle of nerves so much his cock just twitches all leaky pressed between the counter and his stomach while you drool sloppily down your own chin while eating his ass out.

[rodolfoparras]

Say something stupid (like I love you)

Pairing: Male character x Top Male reader

Cw: 18+, non human yandere character, human yandere reader, stalking, obsessing, possessiveness, masturbation, bondage, blood play, spit play, non consensual voyeurism, dubious consent, dom male reader, sub male character

Synopis: After spending so many years looking for the right one for him, he finally finds you or you find him…

When he first met you he hadn’t intended to fall in love, matter of fact he’d long given up on the concept solely because his partners rarely viewed love and relationships in the same way that he did.

Sure they’ve gotten jealous over him but never did they get possessive like he did.

Sure they’ve loved him but never did they get obsessed like he did.

Sure he’d been in committed relationships but never did they allow him to claim them properly.

And because of that he always broke up with them.

It’s love, he tried to explain, the all consuming type that has you tapping into your deepest darkest desires.

His previous lovers didn’t understand it, no one seemed to do, until he met you.

He had observed you through the shadows at first, not wanting to scare you away before he’d even gotten the chance to say hello.

He’d watch you practice in the garden. You were rather skilled with the sword but there were still weak spots in your swordsmanship, windows of opportunity where someone could come and harm you.

From then on he decided that he’d do everything in his power to prevent you from getting hurt, even if that meant secretly watching you from bushes and trees while you practiced with your sword.

He’d sometimes watch you take short walks to town. You didn’t seem to care whether it was day or night, seemingly determined as ever to finish whatever errand you had in mind. But he cared because sure while you knew how to wield a sword, the world you lived in was very unpredictable. You shouldn’t roam around alone so of course he followed wherever you decided to go.

He’d even watch you sleep until dusk turned into dawn through the window you always forget to close. Sometimes you couldn’t fall asleep for whatever reason, so you’d lay in bed, body bare and on full display lazily stroking your dick, grunts and groans tumbling past your lips, as you steadily worked yourself towards your release.

He tried not to look, it would be rather improper of him. He’d instead trail his gaze around your surroundings to make sure no one was watching, no one else but him.

You never noticed him or maybe you did because sometimes you’d throw a look over your shoulder while practicing with your sword as if you could feel someone watching you.

And sometimes you’d take one too many unnecessary trips to town, each time taking a new and unfamiliar path as if wanting to keep him on his toes somehow.

And sometimes while pleasuring yourself, you’d gaze into the open window, right in the spot where he usually hides himself, eyes searching the dark as if you were looking for something or rather someone, as if you were looking for him.

However the most notable thing was that you never seemed to fear him, at least not from what he could see.

There were no goosebumps rising upon your skin whenever you thought someone was watching you at practice, no pulse wildly beating under your skin when he was following you closely, no shaking limbs except for when you inched closer to your release.

He was intrigued.

Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months and soon enough he decided to make himself known.

When he’d stepped out of the shadows and into the light he’d been intrigued with how much more beautiful you were up close but he’d been more intrigued with how familiar you seemed to be with him.

You didn’t lunge him down to the ground, didn’t bring your sword to his throat, didn’t even try to walk away when he came up to you.

Instead you said his name with a soft smile on your face, pronouncing the string of letters as if you were rather familiar with them, as if you were familiar with him. How you’d found that out, he had no idea.

He was used to an air of caution surrounding his conquests, the other party needing some time before they warmed up to him, maybe two or three dates before they allowed him to steal a kiss but there was no need for that with you.

There was no need for it when you were the one to pull him in for a kiss, a yelp of surprise turning into whimpers and whines, steadily licking into his mouth as if trying to erase any trace of previous conquests, sucking on his tongue and biting on his lips as if trying to devour him, before breaking apart, a string of blood and spit connecting you to him

At that point his conquests usually try to run away. They see the wild look in his eyes, the blood smeared around his mouth and run for the hills.

Instead it seems like you’re trying to prevent him from running away, one hand keeping a vice like grip on his throat, thumb pressing down on his Adam apples til his ears ring and world blurs while the other hand blindly fumbles for the cleft of his ass, fingers brushing over his clothed entrance.

He’d never managed to go as far as to get his conquests into bed yet here you were tying his limbs to the bed posters, using a bit of pre to stretch the tight ring of muscles before sinking into his warm wet heat like you owed it, uncaring of the way he winces and hisses as you set a steady pace with your hips, solely focusing on your pleasure.

You keep your gaze glued to his, like he’d done with you for so many weeks, eyes wide and frantic as if someone would steal him away from you, taking in the tears trickling down his cheeks, the way spit is dribbling down his chin, the way his cock is uselessly slaps against his abdomen while you frantically thrust into him.

And when he thought it was time to leave, feeling absolutely spent and wrung dry, nothing but pathetic spurts of cum spilling from his cock,you had stopped him before he could even get up.

This time you lunged at him, still naked as ever, your hard cock pressing against his thigh while pushing the sharp blade of a knife up against his jugglar.

Right then and there he knew that he loved you

and he knew that you loved him too.

[xochimillilili]

Making a sweet little thing kneel at my feet, eyes wide and pretty mouth swearing to worship me for their whole life, before taking me whole in their mouth

Moaning my name over and over into and against me like a holy prayer until my cum blesses their throat and overwhelms their mind~

[gaywerewolfwithanxiety]

NSFW

Okay but imagine a sub puppy boy at your service willing to bend over literally anywhere if you order him to.

Even if you are the one getting fucked, they still act like a total whore. Begging to cum inside you and since he begged so well, you let him, ordering him to lick off his own cum from your hole.

You enjoy making him sit on your face, while you grope his ass and play with his hole, making his whole face go red.

He, on the other hand, loves to dress up as a dog, with cute little floppy ears on either side of his head and a butt plug in the shape of a dog tail pounded into his ass.

You loved slapping his ass, stopping only until it's fully red with your handprint. He loved being your little pet and when you bought a collar for him which said that he was your property, he was beyond happy.

[agoofyannoyancetolaw]

holy

a/n: decided to take some inspo from that very first fic I wrote so tada. It’s a long one so buckle in folks- also some reader dialog because it was needed for plot :/

minors DNI I’m fr.

phillip was a good man, a holy man, a priest. He had sworn celibacy a long time ago and has kept it every day even when the prettiest boys would look at him and his heart ached to feel their touch. He had his church and his small town and he was happy with just that and nothing more- until the little town he loved started to change around him, the church got hard for him to sit in with the feeling of burning pain coursing through him every time he preached.

he just couldn’t understand it?? Why had his god cursed him with these sudden pains in the place he called home? Why has his house felt so hauntingly open to the world as if someone was following him, watching him. And it didn’t help that every damn night he felt as if someone or something was in bed with him and teasing his senses and urges with every passing second.

he had searched his entire apartment, throwing things and moving chairs and desks to try to find where the hell this feeling had come from- only to find a small pentagram on the floor of the last owners carpet which he jumped at.

he fell back on the ground with a thud, his cross necklace falling directly onto the pentagram as a hazy feeling filled the air that made him want to gag or run away on his heels like a child.

your shadowy figure stood over him in silence- long horns, sharp claws, a tail and folded wings; a demon. God what had he done! He didn’t want this, he didn’t want to be killed or dammed or anything else! He was too focused on this thoughts to even feel your hand grip his chin and tilt his head up as if you were inspecting him

“ah. A pretty little priest, hm? Almost a shame you summoned me- although you’re stuck with me now either way.” You hummed with a smile, his eyes widening at your voice and your claim alike

“leave me be!! Creature of Satan-!” graves said in a surprisingly shaky voice for someone so educated on demons

“Aw, it’s not like I’m going to hurt you- but your stuck with me now” you hummed as you knocked him out with a simple tap on his shoulder due to his fear and carried him to his bed.

over the weeks he had gotten used to you. Your figure haunting over him while he tried to sleep and the burning he could feel when he was inside the church with you silently stalking outside past the windows of the church as if you were a normal person- god he even started to like having you around. your handsome voice ringing in his ear or your calloused hands touching him when you moved him around the house… but that would be wrong! You’re a demon, a creature banned by his god!

He tried ignoring it, he really did. But the feeling of your hands gripping at his hips and the feeling of your hot breath on his neck kept reminding him of those sinful ideas; yet none the less it sent his blood rushing to his lower half. Especially when you insisted to sleep next to him every night.

This morning when he woke up he would have to pry himself out of your grip to get ready for the day per usual. Although the feeling of your member practically flush against him was making him whine- he couldn’t contain the urge to nestle up against you and grind against you ever so slightly like a dog in heat. He felt horrid for doing this, sinful even.. but he continued anyway till you woke up with a lazy chuckle, soft pleas already falling from his pretty lips.

He only stopped when he felt your hands grip his hips and play with the waistband of his boxers, his entire body shuttering as he felt your warm hands tease his rim. He knew this was wrong, he knew this wouldn’t be something he could make up for with god- but it felt so good.

he practically lost his breath when he felt one of your digits slip into him slowly, the painful stretch making him scramble to try not to make noise as you played his body like a fiddle. He could already feel a hot coiling sensation slowly tense and build up in the depth of his mind. his pretty little jaw slack and tears dotting his eyes as you slid another finger in and pressed against his prostate softly; his cock twitching against his now tugged down boxers with pathetic whimpers to accompany the sensation. He clenched around your fingers like a vice as you prepped him, half out of it by the time you pulled your digits out.

he wiggled around a bit searching for your fingers again before he felt the burning pleasure of your members head against his rim, the slow push making him feel as if it was in his throat or skewering him whole. He was moaning loudly by the time your hips were flushed against his, his lips bruised from how hard he tried to keep his mouth shut.

his breath was sharp as he desperately tried to focus on the way you bucked into him and bruised his hips With your grip.. god how has he sworn to not do this!? He couldn’t even put together a sentence as he painted the sheets white, clenching around you so tightly that you did the same inside of him. his back arching so prettily when you pulled over and kissed him on the cheek as if he was yours…

he didn’t like the fact he had broken his oath, but he would sell his soul to you just to do it again.

[melodic-haze]

how do you feel about sub arlecchino in boss form?

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!boss form!Arlecchino x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: Implied that reader has a cock/strap though it can be taken as fingering or oral, whatever's your preference 🤷‍♀️, does this count as monsterfucking, magic bondage??

☆ — NOTES: Arlecchino might be the only spider I will never be afraid of please take her away from me

HOW DO I FEEL??? YOU SHOULD BE ASKIGN HER❗️❗️❗️❗️ Joking I'm unfit as hell so realistically I would probably die but ohhhh I am SO sure I'm gonna at least try

Idk if you guys understand (you probably do if you've seen my other Arle posts) but the thought of absolutely bringing such a powerful being to my knees SOOOO easily even though she could like kill me or reverse our positions in less than a second is so????? Top it off w the fact that she does it willingly ohhhhhhmygod hold me back or else I'll go insane

But like it's funny when!! The Traveller couldn't do ANYTHING to her and yet the moment you say jump she basically flies

Being allowed to be the closest to Arlecchino's very heart and soul meant knowing every single facet of her being and cherishing her: from her harsh duties as a Fatui Harbinger to her past and the two girls that died with it, only for just one of them—her—to come out of it reborn and alive.

Or at least, almost every single facet of her being.

"I am unsure about this, my love."

"Why's that?"

"You do realise that you are asking me to.. not hold my power back, yes?"

You nodded, "That's what I said."

You had known of her alternate form for a while now. Her unleashing even just a fraction of her true potential, manifesting into the form of a tall sillhouette akin to a spider bathed in crimson and the dangerously oppressive air of nothing but fear. She's used it to show those that oppose her just how unequal the scales are in their battles against her, she is as lethal as she is beautiful...

And you, on the other hand, are curious.

So you brought it up in the midst of your little.. téte-a-téte. A suggestion, of course, nothing demanding because you wouldn't want to pressure your dearly beloved into doing what she didn't want to do—such power did come with a great curse.

Arlecchino was vehemently against it at first, of course. And for good measure too; you KNEW it wouldn't just be a slight increase of strength. But the case you made.. admittedly had a curious appeal. And the power you had over her, the control she had submitted to you? She was willing to do whatever you asked (usually within reason). So she suggested to shelf the experimental matter for now and let her think on it, which you do.

And now, after a few days of consideration on her part, your current situation is the result of such a suggestion.

Your lover looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and narrowed eyes, not due to disappointment at your lack of concern for yourself (though actually there may be a little bit of that too) or cold anger at your insistent provocation to get your desired result (she could never be mad at her dearest). Rather, it is due to her flabberghasted state of confusion, "I have said this before but I could hurt you despite it being unnecessary. Why do you risk your life to sate such curiosities?"

"Because I trust you, Peruere."

She stills—you had dropped her title and opted to use her true name instead, a privilege only reserved for a very select few, with one of them dead. When she doesn't speak in turn, you walk up to her and hold both of her hands, dark and cursed yet so very beautiful to your eyes, just like her.

"Just like you trust yourself to me, I trust myself to you." You lifted one of her hands to tenderly kiss her knuckles, "I want to see every single side of you, including the ones you try to keep from me. I didn't run away when you revealed your status as a Harbinger, did I?"

"No."

"Exactly. Plus," you gave her a lighthearted grin, "I haven't necessarily scolded that side of you for hurting your children, have I?"

Her expression relaxes at your remark, though she does look confused—akin to a lost puppy when she tilts her head the slightest bit, "You have done so already, have you not? And it was but a light scuffle, I have taught them well enough that they aren't as injured as they would have been otherwise.. even if their attacks were pitiful."

"Arlecchino!" You chuckled out her title despite the loud bemusement of your voice, "Come on."

Her face never really shows all that much emotion, but you do see the slightly humorous glimmer in her crossed-out eyes, "I speak of the truth. They should have given a better performance."

You rolled your eyes, "That aside," and you give her a soft, reassuring look, "do you feel a little better now?"

She takes another pause.. and then nods. "Yes," she agrees, "I do. But I urge you to tell me if something feels wrong, alright?"

"Of course." You lean in to press another kiss, on her lips this time, before drawing back as fast as you came, "I wouldn't want to worry you further."

And so now you are faced to faced with this monstrous being. But that's what you've been wanting the entire time, isn't it? Lol sorry I'll get out of the weird monologue speak IT ABSOLUTELY IS THE MOMENT YOU'VE BEEN WAITING FORRR

You start off slow, obviously—caressing every inch of her. This is new, and you wouldn't want to worry your lover, do you? It's best not to rush into it even though ik you guys just wanna get into it idk 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

Your hands graze her skin, your fingers trace new lines and markings.....and if you're a fashion nerd you probably inspect her clothing's transformation too, though you don't really have to be a fashion geek in order to take it off

THOUGH.......actually? Tell her to strip for you, to give you a show. Tell her you want to see her full body bare. I meant what I said when I told you she would willingly follow your every command, as if she were more devoted to you than the Tsaritsa herself, and that includes this

Just lean back and watch her as she slowly strips herself down, every inch of her body visible for you to see. You see her eyes glow crimson too, a physical manifestation of her pyro domain responding to her desire for you

Methinks that in this form specifically, she while she's a lot more strong and a lot more durable, she's also a lot more sensitive bc she'd be much more connected and hyper-aware of everything that's happening. This is my own take on how it feels to be in the form she's in btw idk how it'd work but anyway this means!! A lot of good things for you :3

If you try to put her fingers in your mouth you'll notice that she's warm. And I mean like REALLY fucking warm—her body doesn't stay at that temperature too. As you lick and suck on her digits, you'll notice that her skin, her fingers, get warmer and warmer the longer she watches you and feels you

Not just her fingers too 🥰🥰 if your touch goes down and you feel her cunt, it's HOT to the touch, though not scorching that'd be wild as hell. The shock would probably take you off guard though, and she'll probably be worried at first but like reassure her that you haven't been hurt or anything and that you're perfectly okay!!

Acc reassure her a LOT. Sure, yeah, she's the one that holds the power and she DOES have impeccable control over it, but she doesn't want to risk like yk. Accidentally killing you somehow and essentially throwing away someone so undoubtedly special to her just bc you wanted to monsterfuck out of curiosity 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ like that's such a way to go

Weak domtop reassuring op subbot during sex is like a silly trope I love it can you lot tell I think you can tell

Anyway it's not like she'll leave you to do all the work either; she can't leave you all unsatisfied like that, she wants you happy too :( so her free hand goes all the way down and she returns the favour. She does it amazingly too, like she's very careful with it but the heat on her hands basically does most of the heavy lifting as well anyway, and by now she probably knows of all the different ways to get you moaning out with her 🫶

Going down on her, fucking her is all well and good......but YOU KNOW WHAT YOU CAN DO TO MAKE IT BETTER???? Yk the. When the Traveller couldn't move bc of her pyro web things. That. Except on her. Do you guys like see my vision I hope you do

Having her restrict herself as you go in and out of her in any way you like ougjfhgh.......I think it's the fact that she could just easily dispel it and even reverse it on you bc IT'S HER FUCKING ABILITY and yet she doesn't bc she wants to be all good for you. So she struggles in HER OWN WEB as you're essentially free to do whatever you want with her

Her like. Those extra appendages she has in her boss form too. Some of them are twitching and flailing about as you fuck her silly, others are simultaneously trying to hold you closer to her body, returning the favour even further by touching you everywhere she can AND trying not to hurt you by squeezing you too hard or accidentally burning you or anything

Just the whole struggle to not hurt you but her senses are getting muddled with pleasure I keep going back to this but it's just SOOOO ugh. Yo ugysdont understanddd I'm like probably malnourished so to dom someone who can snap me in half is mmmmmmmmMAN 🤤🤤🤤eys please

God she definitely has more stamina and libido than she already did before too??? Bc of like the heat and the strength increase. So holy fuck you're going to be going at it for AGESSSS.......Not like constantly though, she WILL make you take breaks and that will acc be the ONLY time she uses her web ability thing on you bc she is still concerned for your wellbeing no matter what 🥰🥰🥰

When you're acc all done though, which is. Not for a LONG time, you both kinda sit there, spent (more you than her probably) and her detransformed. Prepare yourself for GODLY aftercare by Father herself 🙏🙏 she like treats you to even more pampering than usual, not letting you lift a FINGER to do anything and her treating you personally if you got any burns at the end of your session

"I care not if you like my fire's sting, my dearest," she gently yet firmly tugged on your arm, "I will not stand for it if such an injury that I accidentally inflicted gets worse."

"Aww..." You sighed goodnaturedly, "I guess at least it makes for a good scar."

"Y/N."

"Whaaaat? I'm right!"

She shook her head, though the corners of her eyes crinkled, "Come here and let me treat you."

As risky as that was on you, not only has your curiosity has been more than sated, but Arlecchino finds herself.. wanting to repeat the experience. Shedding that extra layer of herself in such a moment felt.. much more intimate than usual. It was addicting

That won't be for a good while though—she'd agree to doing it once every few months :3

[squishysoftmonsters]

Triggers: Random Hornyposting/Religion Mention/Sacrilege/Dom x Sub/Blasphemy/Sexual Content [Mature +18 Minors/Ageless DNI]

💚Imagine being a leashed,submissive bottom to a horny and thirsty ftm angel who yanks your leash whenever he pours his holy water into your guts,while being forced into the praying position in a monastery. Imagine if he put his halo on your head just to hold onto it for extra leverage,to watch you squirm and beg for forgiveness for your many sins.💚

[steddieunderdogfics]

why don't you use it; try not to bruise it by bittersweetfool

@arkenstoned

Rating: Explicit

12,061 words, 1/1 chapters

Archive Warning: No Warnings

Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Eddie Munson, Omega Steve Harrington, Cunnilingus, Vaginal Sex, Knotting, Dirty Talk, Spit Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, misappropriating yoga for sexy purposes, Tattoo Artist Eddie Munson, oh theres some eddie/omc in here, it's brief but explicit, Light Dom/sub, Top Eddie Munson, Bottom Steve Harrington, the vaguest suggestion of pregnancy kink, like a sentence, Roommates

Summary:

“Oh,” Eddie says, voice strained and pitched an octave higher than it’s meant to be. “You’re not normally home.” Astute observation. Steve looks over at Eddie from over his shoulder, not moving from his position on the mat. “Oh hey! Yeah, the gym's closed for refurbs for the next month. Figured I could just do some workouts from home,” Steve says, easy as anything, barely any strain in his voice. As if he isn’t in their living room, legs spread and ass in the air. As if he hasn’t sent the blood meant for Eddie's brain rushing to his poor dick, leaving him entirely unable to think about anything other than what’s under those shorts. Wondering if his cunt is as pink as his lips, what it might smell like, might taste like— Steve straightens up, levels a concerned look at Eddie. Because he hasn’t said anything for a solid thirty seconds, has he? All of a sudden he’s glad he remembered to put blockers on this morning, or else the room would reek of horny alpha, and then Steve would know exactly what has him so distracted. “That’s not gonna be a problem or anything, is it?” and, fuck, he sounds a little unsure, which is the last thing Eddie wants. Yes. Yes it’s a fucking problem.

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[sleep-0-deprived]

Yandere Kinktober list 2024~! ໒꒰ྀི´• ˕ •` ꒱ྀིა

Switch male reader Yandere Kinktober~ ⭑.ᐟ

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𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓸𝓷𝓮! 𝜗𝜚

Bottom yandere dbf x top male reader imagines~(cockwarming, age gap, young top, old bottom, sneaky sex)

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝔀𝓸! ᡣ𐭩

Top Yandere mafia boss x subordinate male darling (nipple play, anal creampies, daddy!kink, cock rings, edging)

𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮! ᕱ⑅ᕱ

Bottom Yandere slasher x final boy male reader head cannons (blowjobs, knife play, degrading, large bottom, small top)

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓻! ✿

Dom Yandere manager x model male reader (power abuse, ass eating, voyuer, humiliation, dacryphilia)

𝓔𝔁𝓽𝓻𝓪s! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Dom Yandere neighbor x college himbo male reader (degrading, spit play, thigh riding, hair pulling)

Halloween spit roasting thoughts with ghost and König (threesome, costume sex, blowjobs, double face fucking, double penetration, creampies, facials, size kink)

[transfemweirdo]

[xochimillilili]

Holding a sub's chin tight in my hand, seeing their desperate desire in their eyes, mouth salivating, wanting, needing me to use it. Seeing how pretty they look on their knees before me, babbling and whining over how much they need me, how they'll do anything for me in them

You'll do anything really, my little angel? You need me more than the air you breath? Go on then, seeing as you're on your knees— praise and pray for me in you as your god~

[mars-ipan]

hiii mars 😇 i have something to say☝️. if you feel like it, id kind of like to hear more about the “tests of faith” you mentioned a while ago. idk if youve gone into depth about it already, mighta missed something, but i was rereading some of the priest au info and was reminded. im very fucking interested 👁️👁️. would love to hear more

also just fyi the last thing you wrote was fucking insane to me. i really like hearing about sinner hajime “giving in” (MASTURBATION MENTION 🫵) and komaeda being a subtle creep to him.. you already know i felt targeted. i had a very good time reading it. “he can handle hard things” yeah im sure he can dude

hca

ok so the tests of faith are basically just an excuse for komaeda to play kink games with hajime with some level of plausible deniability (aka an excuse for me to depict them). plays heavy into their dom/sub relationship, with a certain level of pred/prey and whatever they’re up to. i’m a little freak so maybe i’ll indulge my cnc kink a little (although it’s kinda dubcon from the start with this au). i’ve actually been thinking abt komaeda getting hajime drunk on communion wine but maybe we could turn that idea into one of their later-on tests of faith. could an inebriated hajime remain in the glory of god when faced with temptation, or would he stray from the light? idk i’m kinda spitballing, i don’t have too much in mind with regards to the tests of faith rn bc i’ve been focusing on trying to get hajime’s backstory properly fleshed out lately. dw though i ABSOLUTELY will be getting to the tests of faith eventually they are like. a routine thing for them once they get settled into their dynamic. komaeda explains them away as a straightforward way to check on hajime’s progress, and hajime buys it because the alternative is much much scarier.

as for the thingy i wrote. HEEHEHEE thank youuuu i don’t really consider myself a writer so it’s very affirming to see so many ppl respond to my writing well. extra thank you for picking up on the “you can handle hard things” euphemism— i was worried it was a bit too subtle actually. i was gonna have it be something like “you can take it when things get hard” but i couldn’t phrase it in a way i liked so i settled for “handle” instead lmao. and yesss komaeda being a subtle creep is a huge part of this au. bc it’s from hajime’s perspective his actions are going to be excused and depicted in a rose-tinted manner but if you actually look at what he’s doing he’s like objectively being creepy (who the hell comforts someone who’s fallen to the ground crying by pressing their face into their hip?) but hajime is both too whipped and too caught-up in his own self-loathing to really notice. he’ll accept anything and everything komaeda offers him, due in part to his desperation to be saved and in part to the thoughts he fears will drag him screaming into hell 👍, but i really like the idea of komaeda’s actions being genuinely inexcusable and fucked up when you take the time to look at it objectively. i <3 unreliable narration

[orangeboulevard]

I Expressly Forbid It (OneShot)

Kinktober day 14!! Seven minutes to spare, would ya look at that!! Woohoo!! Heavy religious elements in this one guys.

Dynamics: priest x demon, slight sub/dom

Content: bruising/ bite marks -> virgin -> ice play

Word Count: 951

He knelt before the altar, a private moment. Doubt had been swarming his mind recently, his faith teetering on a precarious edge, he was feeling... Lost, as cliche as that was. When in need of guidance, who does the priest go to for advice? 

"Have you been losing sleep, Father?" A polished nail traced his jaw, his eyes snapped open at the sudden touch and the sultry tone. 

It was her, or it, he should say. The countenance of the woman was one that could only be seen in ancient paintings of beauties with bare figures, the ones that a person couldn't help but avert their eyes from. Avert his eyes, he did, but not before catching a glimpse of her dark hair that fell upon her exposed pale shoulders; likewise, her delicate collar bones, like ivory carvings, were on display. A tantalising image. This was God's design, how else could one be tempted towards sin if its creatures were ghastly to look upon?  

"I slept well enough," he whispered as he rested his clasped hands on his lap, "What is it that you want?"

"For you to look at me, Father, would be nice," she chuckled, but she knew he wouldn't; he knew the rules of associating with Mephistophelian animals such as her.

"Child, are you in need of advice, of confessional? Do you wish to repent?" He asks this question every time; he couldn't actually believe her answer would change, did he? 

"I do confess to being naughty," she chuckled; she knelt beside him, "I will not change my ways, Father. Am I a bad girl? How many hail Marys should I say for Daddy?" She laughed loudly at his scoff and flushed cheeks. 

"Tell me, lamb, why do you keep returning?" His eyes flicked quickly from her knees, which he could see in his peripheral vision, and back to the altar. 

"Well, you calling me lamb makes me feel all tingly inside," she joked, "But can I not just visit a friend, are we not friends? I enjoy your company." 

"We are not friends." 

"You're right. We're not. I don't do what I'm about to do to you to friends." 

His body went rigid at the sensation of her hands rubbing against his chest, he closed his eyes, muttering a prayer under his breath, as he felt her use her teeth to pluck off his clerical collar. Her nimble fingers began to undo the buttons of his shirt. He wasn't stopping her, utter sacrilege. 

He tried to remember his teachings: 'My Father’s house has many rooms-'

"Your hands are anointed, are they not?" She said quietly, pulling him from his prayers, "Are they not holy? Can they cleanse me? I want to be holy for you, Father. Make me a good little lamb." 

His breath came out as a shuddering sigh; this had been a long time coming; she had been leading him from the path of the light for a while now- he had let her, let her consume his thoughts. He was going to go to Hell for this. He was definitely going to Hell for allowing her to take his hand and cup her breast with it, his fingers playing with the soft flesh. She sighed contently. He could just hear the smug smirk. 

He was going to break his oaths tonight, disrespecting his fundamental morals and code of honour, his celibacy vow. How could he say no now? He was too far gone. Under her palm, his erection rose. She shifted, and he placed his hands back onto his lap. He didn't know what to do, but she knew that she was going to help him, corrupt him, steal that deliciously tangible virginity, and mould him into her personal play toy. 

'If that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you?'

Her hands parted his black shirt, undressing him gently. Her fingers played with the pink nubs of his nipples, her touch growing frigid and painful for a second. He gasped and flinched back. 

She grasped his bicep, "Stop, don't move, Father." 

He eased back forward, her touch provided a strange feeling: one moment warm and tender and the next bitingly cold and pinching. His nipples were red and swollen, sore; the kitten licks she offered to them after elicited a soft sigh of relief from his parted lips. 

He groaned when she bit down on the sensitive flesh. However, his voice raised to a yelp when her teeth, or more precisely, her fangs, broke the skin. She began to palm him again through his trousers, as she kept nipping and leaving bleeding red bite marks. It was a confusing combination of sensual gratification and discomfort, his brain was starting to confuse the two feelings.

'And if I go and prepare a place for you-'

"Is the door locked, Father?" She asked, pulling away from his chest. At his blank expression, she chuckled, "Let's just hope no one comes in. Don't be too loud." 

She stood up and walked around the other side of the altar; from where he was knelt, he had to bare his entire neck to look up at her. A pose of reverence, baring the arteries and shortening the field of view, to be devout is to be vulnerable. By her name, he was devout, unable to look away as she stripped her dark clothes from her tormentful form. She bent over the altar, waiting for him.

'-I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am.'

[ravenzeppeli]

After Work Relief |Prosciutto x Pesci Lemon|

Warning: strong language, dom/sub relationship, dom/sub sex.

Commission for @johnnybwanny

Pesci's POV

Pesci could always tell when Prosciutto was feeling overwhelmed after work, his blue eyes immediately locking onto Pesci as soon as both men entered their shared apartment together. Out of caution, Pesci locked the front door, his eyes finally meeting Prosciuttos awaiting glare as he turned to face him.

"That son of a bitch," sneered Prosciutto, his hands balling into fists as he wildly shook his head in disbelief, shock in his sharp tone. "To have the audacity to run from me? As if I wasn't going to still shoot him dead in his scum face!"

Pesci walked over to Prosciutto, proceeding with caution. "Hey.. you still got him! And we still finished on time!" He was going to continue, but the sharp glance that Prosciutto suddenly gave him silenced him, his head dropping. He knew that nothing could make Prosciutto feel better once he was upset except for one specific thing. Something that only Pesci could do for him, and he was always up for that task.

With a huff, Prosciutto unbuttoned his darl-colored jacket, tossing his jacket in the armchair that rested in the corner of the room. "Doesn't fucking matter Pesci," he snapped.

"Yes, you're right, Prosciutto," muttered Pesci, immediately agreeing with him, just as he always did, never finding himself disagreeing with his partner. "You're always right."

Letting out a dry laugh, Prosciutto slipped his shoes off, walking over to stand by the edge of the bed, his stern eyes not once leaving Pesci's gaze. He unfastened his leather belt, sliding the thick leather through his belt loops. "And don't you ever fucking forget that, Pesci."

Pesci slipped off his own shoes, taking his jacket off in a hurry, tossing his jacket on top of Prosciuttos as he made his way over to him. Already, his body could sense what was about to happen to him, or rather, what Prosciutto was going to command be done to him.

After a stressful day at work, Prosciutto liked to bend over the bed and get roughly pounded by Pesci, Pesci always being the one to submit despite being the one that was doing the fucking, Prosciuttos tight ass always being such a huge weakness. In secret, he actually enjoyed when Prosciutto had a rough day at work, knowing that his anger and screaming at work was only going to lead to a rough night that would leave Pesci panting.

"Are you eager to get my mind off of this stressful day, Pesci?" He muttered, voice dripping with a low dominance as he looked Pesci up and down, eyes slowly tracing every inch of his body. "You better not be fucking tired! You are a man, and you need to fuck like a man, no whining or moaning!"

Almost too eagerly, Pesci nodded, immediately going hard at those harsh words, the words cutting into him, making the blood rush to his cock. "I-I'm not tired! I.. can fuck you like a man tonight!" The strong confidence in his voice was masking how nervous he was, a bubbling excitement mixing into that nervous feeling.

Rolling his eyes, he took his shirt off, revealing his toned abs and slim, muscular form. "You always say that," he proudly sneered, "just be a good boy and fucking listen."

Prosciutto lowered his pants and underwear, his large 8 inches springing to life. As Pesci stared in awe, Prosciutto turned away, slipping his pants and underwear off. As he bent over, Pesci noticed a metal anal plug shoved deep in his ass, resting between his pale, thick cheeks.

In anticipation, Pesci shuddered, keeping his eyes on the anal plug as he stripped his own clothes in a hurry, scattering them across the bedroom floor. It was always so hard for him to contain his excitement, face blushing a bright red as he felt his cock twitching. Prosciutto was such a beautiful sight to take in, every inch of his toned body being absolutely perfect in Pesci's eyes.

"Well," Prosciutto snapped, impatience creeping in his voice as he crawled onto the bed, arching his back, "Hurry up and fuck me. You always waste so much time staring. I didn't tell you to stare, I told you to fuck me like a man!"

Pesci felt himself losing control already as he approached Prosciutto, sliding the thick anal plug out of his awaiting ass. His waxed asshole was perfectly agape, greedily awaiting to be filled up to the rim. Leaning down, Pesci licked Prosciuttos ass, his tongue diving into his hole, tasting him. Low moans escaped his lips, his tongue slipping in and out.

"Pesci!" Snapped Prosciutto, causing Pesci to immediately lift his head up. "Slam your cock into my ass now! Be the strong man that I know you can be!"

"O-okay!" Cried out Pesci as he climbed onto the bed, getting behind Prosciutto, licking his lips as he lined himself up with his partners entrance, shoving his cock inside of him. A low gasp immediately escaped his lips, warm tightness throbbing around him, feeling a sense of instant euphoria wash over him.

"Good, Pesci!" Cried out Prosciutto, his hands firmly grasping the sheets. "Sliding in is the easiest part, though! Don't be a whiney little bitch, I'll have to get on top if you do!"

Despite loving when Prosciutto glared down at him and rode his cock, he wanted to show his partner how good he was at listening to him! With a steady pace, Pesci thrusted himself in and out of Prosciutto, his hands locking around his bare waist, feeling his smooth skin.

"I can hold myself in place!" Prosciutto yelled out, Pesci's hands immediately falling from his waist. "I'm the one that wraps my hands around your waist! Go faster, I'm not a delicate doll, I'm a goddamn man!"

With haste, Pesci began to pump his cock in and out Prosciuttos hole, staring at his still neatly placed golden hair, biting down roughly on his own lip, fighting the urge to scream out his name. He felt so fucking good, so amazing, he loved being under his partners full control. He'd go as fast as Prosciutto wanted, only caring about pleasing his partner.

"Good job, Pesci, that's how a man thrusts!" Prosciutto gave his small praise, it being an encouragement for Pesci to keep going.

Not being able to contain himself, low moans spilled from Pesci's mouth, Prosciuttos tight walls sucking him in greedily with each violent thrust that he made. Fuck, he wanted to fill Prosciutto up with his cum so badly, but he wouldn't come unless he was given permission, willing to hold himself back. Placing his hands behind his back, his kept an iron pace, his cock throbbing with satisfaction.

Prosciutto let a low grunt escape his lips, ass pushing into Pesci's cock. "F-fucking beg. Beg to cum inside of me Pesci, you need to earn the privilege to cum," he barked out, voice laced with a thick dominance, hands still tightly grasping the sheets.

"Please," he begged, voice pleading, thusts becoming sloppy, the cum almost daring to spill from his cock without permission. Prosciutto's tight hole was so warm and tight, it was so hard to contain himself. He wanted to fill him up so badly. "P-please let me cum inside of you!"

Prosciutto let out a shaky scoff. "P-patheic as always, Pesci! So quick to beg for me! Cum, then!"

As soon as Prosciutto gave the okay, Pesci gave five rough, sloppy thrusts before filling Prosciuttos ass with cum. He pulled out, a low whine escaping his lips as he watched the cum spill from Prosciuttos abused hole, tears filling his eyes. It was just so perfect.. he loved seeing it, he could stare at his cum dripping from his partners ass all night.

Prosciutto got up quickly, "Get in the damn shower with me." In a rush, he entered the bathroom that was in their bedroom, slamming door shut. Immediately, the shower turned on. "Hurry, I won't wait all fucking night!"

Pesci stared down at the sticky white cum that Prosciutto left behind on the sheets, a smirk appearing on his lips as he rushed to the bathroom. "Coming, Prosciutto!"

[shamrockqueen]

Tell me more about In my Employ : Ransom Drysdale x reader and April Fools Lloyd Hansen x Reader !

Thank you so much for tagging me. It was really nice to revisit all of this again.

For In my Employ it’s inspired by the movie the secretary. Primarily the punishment and power dynamic between Ransom and the reader.

Another thing I wanted to explore was something once discussed on CSI and something similar that occurred in the secretary. A concept that the person in a sub dom relationship that holds the most power is the sub. The submissive having the power to end a session if too much but the dom is expected to always serve their purpose.

In CSI the Sub Killed her Dom’a wife so they could be together, and in the secretary Lee showed defiance even when following orders to sit at the desk and never move.

Snippet : ⬇️

“We can’t keep doing this.”

You didn’t respond to his absurd statement, standing instead stunned and rigid as he continued.

“…our little fling has gone too far. I don’t need my private business invading my public persona, so it’s best we break off this arrangement.” He spoke so coldly; chilled, and sterile as it burned your ears.

Your lungs ache as you cease to breathe, nearly coughing against all informed and misshapen words you want to throw at him. The corner of your eye seemed to twitch, the muscles pulling back repeatedly and involuntarily as he called your time together a little fling.

Your teeth ground together, your body tightening into a defiant stance he’d never seen from you before, followed by something he’d never thought he'd hear you say.

“No”

He stepped back, your coat slung over his arm and your shoes gripped by one of his hands as he gathered your things to coerce you out of his house.

“Excuse me?” He asked

“No!” It erupted from your burning lungs, shaking against his eardrums and echoing down his vast halls.

You never once denied him, all for mutual benefit. That was how the dynamic was supposed to be; he’d give, and you’d take all he'd lay upon you. You wouldn’t allow him to abandon you like an animal at the side of an empty highway. Not without you biting at him first.

[doing-something-unholy]

A little unscripted improv about Father Adrian getting fucked <3

If hearing me moan turns you on, it sounds like you have some sins to confess, and I'd love to hear about it~