#fem!darling

[spicybunni]

YANDERE WATER NYMPHS SCENARIO

Hello darlings! I felt inspired from some art lately and decided to write it! Darling gets surrounded by a group of water nymphs💙 (here’s some art I did to visualize the story)

WARNINGS⚠️: Yandere tendencies, group teasing, groping, fem!darling/reader, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

💙It felt like there was no end to this forest. Only you could just keep walking.

💙The village you stayed at warned you about this place. The forest of haunting creatures and strange events happening. The journey through was taking longer than you expected. They estimated it was a day and a half travel to get through by following the path.

💙Since nobody ventures through the forest that often, the path in question slowly vanished after going a few miles in. You just kept trodding, wanting to get through.

💙Why did you insist on going through the forest? Because on the map it said it would only take two days to get to the great city. Any other way it would have taken four days. But you certainly were paying a price for it.

💙You were traveling all day long, parched for some fresh water to jump into. The blazing Sun was making you sweat through your clothes and warming your face, cheeks reddening.

💙After your tenth break in the shade under some trees you heard the nearby sound of a running creek.

💙‘Thank the heavens!’ You thought, getting on your feet again with newfound determination. If the creek was steady enough you could easily setup camp and plan a new way to get out of this cursed forest.

💙You were about to walk up a small hill that overlooks the creek down below. You heard a few giggles, making you stop all movements. Ducking down beneath the view of the hill, you slowly raise your head to see who is down below.

💙The view almost made you gasp in surprise. It was four half naked women basking in the cool water, gossiping and lightly splashing each other.

💙However, despite their normal appearance, you noticed that their hair colors and parts of their skin were strange. It looked as though the water was a part of them. ‘How strange..’

💙Respecting their privacy and also adhering the warnings the kind village people told you about, you decided you could travel more down the creek to set up camp.

💙But of course, the gods had no such plan for you.

💙Right as you were about lower your head to go down the dirt hill, you somehow made a few dirt clusters tumble down the hill. You seized up immediately hearing them go down but also because all the giggles and chatter stopped.

💙You glance back down to them all looking directly at you. Their eyes were darkened, making you still in movement.

💙In a moment of anxiety you stood up fully on the hill so they could see you meant no harm.

💙“G-Good evening! I’m just passing thro- OH F-“ Was all you were able to say before losing balance and taking a tumble down to them.

💙Before you could hit the dirt or rocks a wave enveloped you to cushion the fall. Then the water formed into one of the ladies holding onto your form. Her eyes glowed turquoise and her cheeks were blushed pink. Her arms held you steady against her. Her hair was dripping water onto your face, making you tremble by her beauty and strength.

💙Suddenly she turns her head to her group, cheerfully announcing “A maiden has tumbled to us ladies…What ever shall we do?…” then you hear those same giggles from the rest of them coming closer to inspect you.

💙 You suddenly realized…these were no ordinary women, these were nymphs!! How did you not see it sooner?!

💙Nervously laughing at your realization you try to back away from the one holding you. She puts no force to hold you but she prolongs her hand holding yours as you back away.

💙“Listen, I -Thank you, yes. Thank you for saving me there but I- I need to get going. I’m supposed to reach the nearby city by tomorrow so Uhm-“

💙They all exchanged glances to one another before laughing at your statement. It was like you were being made fun of but you didn’t know why.

“What neighboring village sweet girl?”

“Yes tell us all about it~”

“There is no neighboring village Maiden, you are in the center of our forest…”

“Why not stay with us fair Maiden? You never know what creeps in the night here..”

💙They came closer to you, making you back against a rock. The depth of the creek was deeper than you expected, coming up to your waist.

💙They surrounded you, their bright teeth smiling down at your blushing face. Their hands reached for your limbs. Grabbing, caressing, stroking, and rubbing your arms and legs. Whispering sweet compliments into your skin and trying to coax you to come deeper into the water with them.

💙Your face was as red as a pomegranate. Their constant fondling was making you beyond flustered. Desire was building in the pit of your stomach. The way they ran their hands through your hair, the way they gently rubbed your legs, and light graze of their finger nails on your back and forearms. You were simply putty in their hands.

💙They were talking about you as you slowly drifted into a blissed out nap.

“Look at her, oh maidens these days get cuter and cuter.”

You feel a hand stroke the side of your face.

“Her body is divine but her face is truly remarkable. One could almost bite her cheeks they’re so red!”

“Now, now. We mustn’t eat nor harm this maiden. I’d say she’s a gift from the gods! Nobody makes it out this far anymore, so let’s take care of this one…Right ladies?”

That’s all you could hear of their conversation before you completely knocked out. Going limp in their arms.

💙Even if you could resist, they would never let you leave, oh no. You are too much fun.

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Eriks nsfw alphabet? Pleasepleasepleasepleaseplease🙏

Only since you asked so nicely darlin’s

NSFW Alphabet: Erik Destler

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Usually you are the one doing aftercare for Erik. He’s really fragile and vulnerable and wants nothing more than for you to lay with him until you both fall asleep. As for what Erik prefers for aftercare if you really push taking care of him, he’s usually pretty thirsty afterwards, so water is a must! Besides that he probably just wants to bathe with you, plus kisses and cuddling until you absolutely have too get up.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I’ll be real with you, Erik absolutely despises his body. It takes a lot of effort on your part to even get him not too wear his mask and wig around you, but if he absolutely had to pick a part, he would say his neck and throat. Reason being, Erik knows you love all the sounds he makes, and most of his charm comes from his musical voice. (Also his neck is really sensitive, and he loves it when you to leave hickeys there!)

As for you, he honestly doesn’t have one because all of you is equally perfect in his eyes, and so the closest you’re going to get are the parts he hyper-fixates on the most. It’s a tie between your chest and your thighs, but if you’ve read my other stuff I think you saw that coming. Erik likes sucking on your breasts whenever you fuck him (and even when your just cuddling tbh) because of his mommy issues, and he can’t explain the thigh obsession, but Erik does know that he would gladly suffocate between them at any given time.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Eriks favorite place to cum is inside you, he’s just really possessive and the thought of you willingly letting him mark you so intimately brings him to tears even after it becomes a normal thing for you two. Eriks a complete and utter sucker for you cumming on his tongue though. It astonishes him that you want his face between your thighs, but Erik knows he couldn’t stop eating you out even if he tried. His cum is a slightly off pearl color and is very thick in consistency, also, he cums a HUGE amount, it’s honestly unreal.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

CLOTHING STEALER!!!!!! I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH!!!

Also- watches you constantly, even while you’re asleep. Erik has laid on the other side of your bed and fucked himself without your knowledge because he’s so desperate for you to touch him and give him affection, and the fact he could even slightly simulate what it would be like made him unbelievably happy.

If you manage to get your hands on any adult toys, you can bet Erik finds them and puts them in his mouth, moaning because he’s getting a taste of something that was inside of you or used sexually by you in some way.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Virgin. No experience whatsoever. That being said, Erik does have erotica books and has a grasp on anatomy, so he’s often fantasized about all the ways he could pleasure you and is a very quick learner based on your reactions!

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

The face off is his number one because that way he can be completely surrounded by you and can see your face, but if he has to pick another, Erik honestly is open to anything as long as he can see your face and you’re as close to him as possible.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Eriks serious. He’s bearing everything he’s insecure about for you and is giving you all the control in the bedroom, so he wants this to be a very romantic situation, but just because he’s serious doesn’t mean he isn’t expressive. In fact, he couldn’t hide his reactions from you if he tried.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

I headcannon that as an extension of his birth defects, Erik has very little body hair to begin with. However, the amount that he does have is either shaved entirely off or is cut very short.

As for his preference for you, Erik actually prefers it if you don’t shave just to please him. He likes the fact that you know he loves you so wholly, and that you know he knows he thinks you’re perfect just the way you are. If you want to shave for you though, he doesn’t really care.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…) 

Erik wants everything as romantic as possible, he’s pulling out all the stops. As for how he is in the moment, Erik can’t take his eyes off you. You’re his angel, he thought he would only ever be able to experience moments like this with you in his fantasies, but here you are, loving him, touching him, kissing him, ah- Erik’s crying again.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Before he met you, he actually didn’t masturbate, like, at all. All of his emotions and sexual frustrations were let out either in the form of music or murder. Ex. Angry? Murder and organ. Sad? Organ. Anxious? Organ. Horny? Organ and a glass of wine.

After meeting you, but before you were in a relationship, he masturbated at least once a day for several rounds at a time and always with well loved items he stole from you.

In a relationship with you, Erik’s masturbating every time he can’t actually have you fuck him, which depends on your sex drive, but if he had it his way Erik would let you ruin him everyday.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

MOMMY KINK- He’s so embarrassed about this, so it’s up to you to get Erik to fully express himself, but once he calls you mommy he can’t stop.

BREEDING KINK- Erik loves cumming inside you, and he has a small hope that maybe one day you’ll agree to bear his children.

PRAISE KINK- He’s so insecure, you praising him is enough to push him over the edge sometimes tbh. His favorite is when you call him a good boy! <3

idk if this counts but-ORAL FIXATION-Erik needs some part of you in his mouth at all times! His favorite is a tie between ‘nursing’ on your chest or eating you out, but a close second is to suck on your fingers.

He has a few more, but I’m running out of room to elaborate so I’m just going to list them

Marking kink(giving and receiving), scent kink, auralism, voice kink, edging(receiving), and overstimulation(receiving)

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Specifically your bedroom, it feels more intimate that you would let him into your living space, and Erik’s basically in heaven being surrounded by everything that’s you. If he’s kidnapped you at this point though, his bedroom.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

I kid you not, anything you do is a turn on for this man. But I suppose let’s go over a few specifics.

Making out with Erik will turn his brain to mush in the best way, making him needy for you and you can feel his prominent arousal against you.

PUT HIM IN YOUR LAP! Erik gets embarrassed that this is simple enough to get him aroused, and he always ends up burying his face in your neck.

On the flip side of that, straddle his lap. Watch him fall apart and fidget nervously before letting out gasps as you roll your hips against his.

Ear and neck kisses all the way, those parts of him are probably the most sensitive of Eriks entire body, besides his genitals of course. For an added affect, start leaving hickeys all over him, he loves it.

Out of pocket, but you singing erotic songs or anything that makes your voice husky/teasing has him on his knees and worshipping you.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Erik does not like degrading you or having you degrade him, he’s too insecure and he would rather perish than let anyone, including him and yourself, say anything negative about you.

Can’t handle bondage, it reminds him of his time in the freak show.

NO PAIN PLAY, the closest you’ll get is that Erik’s fond of you putting your hands on his throat, not choking him, but the featherlight pressure helps him stay grounded.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

It’s impossible to find someone who loves giving oral as much as Erik, he’s honestly obsessive about it. He’s not especially good at oral immediately, because virgin, but because of his knowledge in anatomy he knows where the clit is! And don’t worry, Erik pays attention to every little reaction you give no matter how blissed out he is, so he’s quick to make mental notes on what you do and don’t like. Can and will cum just from eating you out, in between your thighs may as well be Erik’s second home.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Erik likes a healthy mix of you being rough and you being gentle. This is because he loves the pleasure that comes with you being rougher, but he also loves the gentleness and care you treat him with. It’s the best of both worlds in his opinion.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Not a fan, he wants to spend all of his time with you and make intimacy last as long as possible.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

While Erik is willing to try new things with you, he is not one to take risks. He doesn’t want even the smallest chance of someone seeing you or you and him getting hurt.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Erik doesn’t have much restraint when it comes to keeping himself from orgasming, no matter how hard he tries. He��s just so sensitive, he can’t help it!!! But Erik can cum at least six times before needing to take a break, and even then he uses that break to eat you out more than likely.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Erik owns no toys, and after you start to have sessions with him, you probably won’t need any either. Even if you did keep some around, Erik has the toxic mindset that your toys mean he isn’t making you feel good, so he gets jealous.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

While Erik himself isn’t one to tease, he absolutely loves it when you tease him. The anticipation sets all his nerves alight, and when you finally give him what he’s craving he wants to absolutely worship you.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Erik’s ungodly loud, and there’s never a shortage of sounds, he honestly sounds straight up pornographic. Pretty little moans, whimpers, sobs, and whines? He’s got you covered. You better hope nobody occupies the rooms next to you, or you’re gonna get several noise complaints. (If he hasn’t kidnapped you that is)

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

You know Erik has a thing for your thighs, but did you know he also likes thigh riding? The minute you so much as hint that he can grind against your thighs, Erik’s crawling into your lap and moving his hips against you with wild abandon, his arms wrapped around you so tight you would think you were going to disappear.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Erik’s about seven inches long, maybe a little longer, with an average girth. He’s honestly not very veiny, but he has three prominent ones on his shaft, one on the underside that goes from his tip to his sac, and two nearly identical ones on the left and right sides of his shaft. His dick and testicles are the same pale shade of porcelain as the rest of him, but his tip is notably pinker.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He’s down for you to fuck him senseless anytime of anyday. Erik honestly has the sex drive of someone much younger than he actually is, but he prefers to try and hold off until before you both sleep because he finds he feels more relaxed and comfortable in your arms. But if you want to fuck him multiple times a day, Erik’s in heaven.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Falls asleep almost immediately after exchanging more kisses, and Erik’s clinging to you tightly, even in sleep.

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@sloppyzengarden

[nobitchs-world]

When y/n gets too annoying to the point you want to stop reading

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: aphrodisiac, dubcon, slight yandere behavior

Nagas are cute… I really just like the thought of your naga lover keeping you snuggled up with him all winter, wrapping his tail around you and just smothering you in kisses.

Ofc he makes you keep his cock warm too… after all, he really wants you to bear his children. But he’s mostly trying to stay warm.

There’s always a fire going in his den, and he keeps himself curled up around you. Escaping is futile, you’ll either be his mate or next meal. So you just let him smother you in his love, feeling his fangs sink into your shoulder and neck to keep to placid while he ravishes you.

You’re just so cute when the aphrodisiac in his fangs kicks in, he can’t help but fuck into you like a while animal. Before long you’re begging him to make you cum, to go faster. The friction between your bodies keeps him warm all through the winter, and you’re nice and swollen with his young come spring time.

And the entire time, he’s purring, rubbing against you like a cat, wanting you to cuddle and kiss him. Who knew nagas could be so affectionate?

He just wants you all to himself, and there’s human remains scattered across his den to show you what he does to anyone that touches his precious mate!

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Maid x Vampire!Reader

A/N: If you like this setting, consider reading about your chef at the castle too. And, if you wanna know more about the levels, check this post :)

Warning: Not nsfw, but suggestive. MDNI. Butler (side character) calls reader “Mistress”

Danger level: ★ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

Submissive level: ♥︎ ♥︎ ♥︎ ♡ ♡

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Yandere!Maid who looks at the castle in front of him, then the flier in his hands, then the castle again. Unless there was a typo in the address, the job interview should be here. He hesitantly uses the bat shaped door knocker and waits...This place looks so creepy and ominous, was this a prank ? Was it to scare him? Seriously? Sigh…He has had enough of being treated like a fool. As he continues his descent into frustration, bitterness and self-pity, he doesn’t hear the door opening. Nor does he see the butler standing at the entrance until he hears a: “Sorry for the wait, my kind sir. Are you here for the housekeeper position?”.

Yandere!Maid who thinks the butler is telling him a load of bullshit. According to him, the owner of this place is a vampire in search of additional staff members. He resists the urge to scoff. Whatever, if the “mistress” wants to take part in some weird role-play, then so be it as long as he would get paid. The same guy tells him to “please take a seat” in the living room and that “mistress will come and attend to you in a moment”. Soon after his departure, the air shifts. Black particles float around until it materializes something, or rather someone. The poor boy's shock and confusion quickly turn into enchantment. Fuck, you are totally his type. This is bad, he can feel his face burning. “Shall we go to my office?”, you ask with a smile.

Yandere!Maid who hates you. Who hates the fact that your personality matches your looks. Who hates how much control you have over him. The other day, your...pet sneezed on him, so he needed another uniform. “It seems that I only have a female one left ”, you told him. “There is no way in hell I am wearing that”, he sneered. “But wouldn’t you look cute in it? Besides, it is either that or cleaning with your normal clothes on until your new uniform arrives here-” “Alright, shut up, just give me that”, he abruptly took the offending dress from your hands and went to change. Since that conversation, his work attire has fully transitioned to said maid outfit. Maybe he becomes a bit too proud of himself whenever he catches you staring at him. And maybe, just maybe he wants to give you a nice view by bending down and taking his time “to clean the table” whenever he knows you are behind him. He will never admit that though.

Yandere!Maid who, one day, demands asks you about your eating habits. As soon as you answer, something regarding animal blood, he turns oddly quiet. You are about to ask what is wrong, but then he surprises you by climbing into your lap. You watch him get comfortable and, with trembling hands, undo the first buttons of his dress. The cherry on top is him pulling on its collar a bit to show a silver of his chest. He now avoids eye contact as he waits for you to take the lead…You are still just looking at him, so, with a blush becoming darker, he snaps at you: “A-are you stupid or something ? Do you want me to spell it out-” “I am just enjoying the view”, you respond with a teasing smile. Before he can sputter more insults, you grip his chin and tilt his head to the side, exposing his neck to your hungry gaze. “But if you insist…Thank you for the meal <3”

Yandere!Maid who has his face buried deep in his pillow while he tries to calm his flustered self down. After you finished drinking from him, he hurriedly got up and scurried to his room without so much as a word. The more he recalls the embarrassing noises he made in front of you, the more mortified he becomes. It was not his fault, it just felt really good and you even pulled him closer and tugged on his hair and-He whines and squirms in his bed as he feels his body turning hot again like that time. The action causes him to feel a sharp sting on his neck. He freezes. That is right. You marked him. You marked him. You marked him.

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Don't drink from anyone else, ok?

[blood-smiles]

Yandere! Nurse made you some food!! <3

I had such a blast making this short little thing, I’m working on another sexy nurse costume Yuuto again for Halloween!! I’m not sure if I want the blood version or not 🤔🤔

He sneaked his special batter in your pancakes!! <3 made with extra love and extra nutrients! He can’t have his darling getting sick now can he?

[yanderedrabbles]

The North Wind & His Bride

The North Wind was the coldest and cruelest of winds. So when a man came to your father's door claiming to be him and asking for your hand, your father was quick to turn him away.

"My daughter is too bright and too kind to be wasted on the worst of the winds. Come back once you learn to carry spring on your breath instead of snow."

And all that night the wind whispered down your chimney. You dreamt strange dreams - of the colours found only at the edge of the world, of snow flurries and seas black as night.

The man returned the next day. And your father once again refused him. "Come back when you can grant succor to the poor and the pitiful and not freeze them where they sleep."

That night, the wind keened even higher and rattled the window shutters. You dreamt of a wedding dress with frost for lace and a ring the gold of sunrise on snow. When you woke, your ring finger was cold as ice.

The man did not come again that day and you huddled close to the fire, rubbing warmth back into your bones. Your father paced his study and tried to scheme a way of avoiding the wind.

That night, the air laid still as in a coffin and you slept the black sleep of the drowned. You woke in time to see the first snow of the year, two months too early.

Your father's crops froze in the ground or rotted with the thaw. He paced his study and tried to scheme a way of avoiding the creditors.

When next your suitor came, your father's good manners had been worn down by debt collectors and bank notes. He snapped at the wind like a thing cornered. "Come back when you can guide ships safe to port and not wreck them on icy shores."

That night, a blizzard blew in from the north and any creature not crouched by the fire or huddled indoors was found frozen solid. You dreamt again, of a man with cold hands and even colder eyes who danced with you under foreign stars.

Your suitor did not come again but terrible news did. Your brother's ship was wrecked by a storm high on the winter coast. All souls were lost.

Through your grief, a terrible anger began to grow.

When next your suitor came, you greeted him at the door. He had a face as finely chiseled as an ice sculpture and eyes the deep black of the hinterland sea.

"If you would have me as your bride, then I will have a dowry from you."

He took your hand in his and his touch chilled you worse than a corpse's would. He looked at you with a hunger born out of winter and scarcity and cold.

"Anything. Ask anything of me and you can have it."

All through your brother's funeral you thought of ways to avenge him. And now you asked the North Wind for the one thing you thought he could never obtain.

"In a kingdom far south of here, where the snow never falls and the winter never comes, there is a jewel carved from the sun God's bones. Bring me that as a wedding band and I will be your bride."

You thought he would flinch or ask you to reconsider. Instead he bowed and kissed your hand and said he would soon return.

You felt your hope slipping, but he did not return the next day. Or the day after that. The end of autumn came without snow or gales or the return of your suitor. Slowly, you began to breathe again. Began to heal from your brother's death. Began to dream of summer and love and fresh fruit bursting between your teeth.

The winter equinox dawned with clear skies. There was to be feasting that night, and dancing. You dressed your hair with silver chains and sweetened your lips with winter berries. When the music started, one young man after another swept you into his arms and spun you around the bonfire. You tilted your head back and laughed and flirted and forgot all about your suitor.

Near midnight, the wind started to blow. The fire hissed as snowflakes drifted down from suddenly cloudy skies. Your dance partner caught one on his glove and offered it to you. Daring and high on the thrill of dancing, you licked it off his finger. "Tastes of winter in storm," you teased and when he took you for another dance, you wondered if you'd caught yourself a husband.

He spun you around but the arms that caught you were icy cold even through the fine velvet of the wearer's suit.

Midnight tolled and you looked up into the eyes of the North Wind.

He pulled your hand to his mouth and pressed his lips against your skin. At his touch, even the bonfire at your back seemed to lose its warmth.

"The journey south was wrecked with danger and the sun almost melted me clean away, but I have brought your dowry."

Before you could pull away, he slipped a ring onto your finger. It was the gold of fire and sunset and desert sand, and it's warmth spread through you.

The snow turned into a blizzard but you didn't notice it. The wind outside the safety of his arms was sharp as stinging nettles and the townsfolk called to each other in panic, barely able to keep their torches from blowing out.

The North Wind kissed your cheek, eyes glimmering with triumph.

"You're mine now. My spring bride, my dearest love."

All your dreams of a sweet summer love melted. When the snow finally settled, you were no longer in the town square but in a throne room at the edge of the world. Green and blue lights danced in the sky and shone through the palace ceiling, bathed your new husband in all the colours of his kingdom.

He leaned forward and claimed his first kiss.

When you pulled away and tried to step out of his embrace, he tightened his grip and his smile both.

"You are my wife now," he explained in a voice as comforting as frostbite, "And a wife cannot refuse her husband's love."

Your sun ring was the only spot of warmth on your body and you clung desperately to the anchor it offered.

"I would not refuse you, husband of mine. But I am the daughter and the sister of common men and there are traditions to uphold before I can climb into your wedding bed."

"What more must I do to have you?"

What would he be unable to do, here at the end of the world?

"Build me a fire that burns all day and all night on one stick of wood and you can have me as promised."

"These are strange traditions you have, wife of mine. But I have come this far to have you, and I will go further yet."

He left you with a flurry of snow and the hissing shriek of a gale. When he was gone, you paced the throne room from one end to the other and could not find a door. Everything about the room was as stark and cold as he.

Exhausted and chilled, you sat at the foot of his throne. What terrible thing did you do to earn the love of the North Wind? You wiped away your tears and then jumped at the hissing sound they made when they touched your ring. Like water spilled on coals.

"You've melted his heart," your ring hissed. "And he cannot afford to let you go."

You stared at your hand. Eventually you found your voice and the strength to ask, "How do I escape him?"

"Trick him. His heart holds all his power. If you have it, you can ride the wind far from here. He was once a man and still might be tempted into a deal."

The ring was silent after that and you waited for your husband's return with bated breath. It was dawn when he came to you, a branch slung over his shoulder. It was of a dry, white wood that you didn't recognise.

There were no fireplaces in the North Wind's palace and so he laid the branch at your feet before he lit it. It caught with a harsh crackle and fire spread across it in a greenish haze. You stretched your fingers out to feel the heat and even the meagre warmth of it was a comfort.

But that comfort turned to a slow dawning horror when you realised the branch wasn't turning to ash. The fire ate at it but the wood refused to darken.

"It's a branch from Death's own orchard," your husband said proudly. "It can burn for eternity and never go out."

"Well done," you said, even though your lips were numb from panic. "But we must watch it burn for the full day and night or else our marriage cannot be consummated."

He sat down beside you and curled his arm around your waist. "It is an easy task to watch this fire, wife of mine. When I grow tired, I need only think of the reward that awaits me."

For a whole day and night, the North Wind held you his arms and watched the fire burn. When Dawn's light touched his palace again, he kissed your shoulder and then your neck and then your lips. He sighed with a deep contentment.

"At last I will have you."

With each kiss, you felt yourself grow colder. With each caress, the binding ties of marriage grew tighter. All night you thought of a trade to offer him and now you said it aloud.

"Husband of mine, I will come willingly to your bed and serve willingly as your wife. But I would ask you first for a boon."

"Ask, wife of mine. If it is mine to grant, then I shall grant it."

You slipped off his lap and turned to look at him.

"I would have your heart."

The North Wind sighed and miles away, a gale began to form. "You already have it."

"So have said countless suitors over countless years to countless girls. And still they were unfaithful, unkind. If your love ever turns away from me, I will be stuck here at the end of world with naught but sea bears and ice hounds to comfort me."

The North Wind sat on his throne and regarded you with eyes old as the mountains. In his own hall, in his own country, he did not seem like a man who could easily be tricked. Still, you tried. You let your hands drift across his cheeks and up his thighs, let his skin bask in the warmth of your touch.

"Grant me this, husband. And I will be yours for eternity."

Was it lust or love that made him hand you a knife and bid you cut out his heart? He guided your hand to the tender spot between his ribs and the bare skin of his chest almost made your reconsider.

The blade was carved out of whalebone and moonlight and he was bleeding before you even pressed down. You thought of your brother, drowned in the ice so far from home and found the strength to slice into him.

The blood that welled up from his chest was thick and black as oil. Where it touched your skin, hoatfrost bloomed.

He didn't seem to feel any pain - he only pulled you higher up his lap and watched the guilt and horror flicker across your face.

When the cut was deep enough, you pushed your hand into his chest and felt for his heart. His organs were colder even than his skin and it felt like you'd sunk your hands into snow.

The beating of his heart mirrored yours and when you finally grabbed it, the thrumming of his blood sounded just like your own.

You held the North Wind's heart in your hand and pulled it from his chest.

All at once, in all the countless winter kingdoms, the wind stopped howling and the snow grew still.

His heart was the size of your palm and oozed icy blood over your fingers. It was so cold that at first you didn't realise the numbness in your hand was spreading. It crawled up your arm like a burning frost and locked your bones in place.

You couldn't drop his heart even if you tried.

The North Wind looked at you with an indulgent, amused smile. And when the ice reached your heart he leaned up and kissed you.

He kissed you and for once his lips felt warm, felt human. Dimly, you realised it wasn't him who was getting warmer, it was you who was freezing over. Becoming a thing of ice and hunger as he was.

"Now you need never fear I will abandon you." The North Wind ran his hands up your sides and warmth bloomed in his wake.

"Now you can control the wind as I do and ride it to the furthest reaches of the world. You can swim with the sea bears and dance with the witches."

You looked down and realised his heart was almost gone, melted into your bones and blood.

He kissed you again. "My love, you are as free as the wind."

It wasn't until then that you realised the cost of freedom. The cost of having the North Wind's heart. And when he drew you up in his arms and lead you to your wedding bed, you were too cold to turn him away.

[luv-lock]

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ SUNSHINE 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

☆⁠ 𝘗𝘈𝘐𝘙𝘐𝘕𝘎 : Robin Jason Todd x Fem Reader

☆⁠ HEADCANON : 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 (𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯).

☆⁠ NOTES : 𝘛𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘌𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺!

Jason first noticed you during an English Lit discussion when you were debating the themes in Wuthering Heights. Most of the class was half-asleep, but you were animated, speaking with such passion that Jason couldn’t tear his eyes away. He didn’t even care about Heathcliff or Catherine, but if you were this invested, then he’d read the whole damn book twice just to have something to talk to you about. At first, he kept his distance, watching you from afar. You were too kind, too radiant, too good for someone like him. But Jason wasn’t known for his self-restraint. The more he watched you, the more he realized he couldn’t stay away.

Jason started sitting closer to you in class. He’d lean back in his chair, tapping his pen against his desk, waiting for the perfect moment to chime in when you spoke. He wanted your attention, even if it was just a quick glance his way. When you’d drop your pen, Jason would be the first to pick it up, handing it back with a lopsided grin. “Gotta be more careful, sunshine.” The nickname stuck, much to his delight. He quickly learned your schedule. Not in a creepy way (he tells himself), but because he just happened to notice you always stopped by your locker before lunch. He’d time it so he was walking by at the same moment, giving him an excuse to strike up a conversation. Jason’s protective instincts kicked in almost immediately. If anyone so much as looked at you the wrong way, Jason was there, glaring at them until they backed off. He didn’t care if it was some senior jock twice his size—no one messed with you.

One day, you stayed late at school to finish a group project, and Jason nearly lost his mind when he saw you walking home alone after dark. He followed you in the shadows, making sure you got home safely. The next morning, he casually handed you a pocket-sized pepper spray. “For emergencies,” he said, trying to play it cool. He started leaving little things in your locker. A book you mentioned wanting to read, your favorite candy, or a handwritten note that simply said, "Don’t forget to smile today, sunshine."

Jason had a habit of “accidentally” showing up at places he knew you’d be. Whether it was the library, the coffee shop down the street, or even the park where you liked to read, Jason was always “just passing by.” He’d flash you a sheepish grin and sit down, secretly thrilled at the chance to spend more time with you. He hated seeing you talk to other guys, especially when they made you laugh. Jason knew he didn’t have the polished charm of some of the rich kids at Gotham High, but he cared about you in a way no one else could. He’d clench his fists and bite his tongue, reminding himself that you deserved someone better—someone who wouldn’t scare you away with how much they needed you. But then you’d turn to him, smiling so sweetly, and Jason would forget everything else. He’d do anything to keep that smile on your face.

One evening, you stayed late at school again, and this time, someone actually tried to mess with you. Jason, of course, had been waiting nearby, as he always did when you stayed late. He didn’t hesitate to step in, taking down the guy with practiced ease. “Jason?!” you gasped when you saw him. He froze, realizing you’d caught him. “You—you were following me?” you asked, a mix of confusion and something softer in your voice. Jason rubbed the back of his neck, his usual confidence slipping away. “I just... wanted to make sure you were safe,” he muttered. “You don’t know how dangerous this city is. I couldn’t—I can’t let anything happen to you.” Instead of being scared, you surprised him by throwing your arms around him. “Thank you, Jason,” you whispered, and he swore his heart stopped.

From that day on, Jason was even more protective of you. He’d walk you home without an excuse, carry your books without asking, and sit with you at lunch like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Jason wasn’t the type to ask for permission, not when it came to you. He’d always been bold in everything he did—whether it was picking a fight with someone twice his size or throwing himself into danger without a second thought. But when it came to you, he hesitated. How could he ask you out without coming off as desperate? Without you realizing just how much space you occupied in his mind, how your laugh replayed in his head on a loop every night, and how he couldn’t sleep unless he knew you were safe?

It started like any other day. Jason was walking you to class, his bag slung carelessly over his shoulder as he matched your pace. His usual smirk was in place, but inside, his mind was racing. He’d practiced the words over and over in his head. Just ask her. It’s not a big deal. She likes you, right? She has to. You didn’t seem to notice his inner turmoil, chatting about your favorite movie and how you’d been wanting to watch it again. Jason latched onto that.

“Hey, uh... you doing anything this weekend?” he asked, trying to sound casual. He shoved his hands into his pockets, his usual cockiness slipping into nervousness. You tilted your head, a small smile playing on your lips. “Not really. Why?” “Well, I was thinking... maybe we could catch that movie you like? Or, you know, grab some food after. Just us.” Your eyebrows shot up. “Jason Todd, are you asking me out?” His ears turned red. “Maybe. Depends on your answer.” You laughed—a sweet, melodious sound that made his chest tighten. “You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know that?” Jason huffed, trying to regain his composure. “So, is that a yes, or...?” “Of course, it’s a yes,” you said, nudging his shoulder playfully. “I’ve been waiting for you to ask, you know.”

Jason was a bundle of nerves the entire day leading up to your date. He didn’t want to mess this up—not with you. He even went so far as to ask Alfred (secretly, of course) for advice, which earned him a lecture about being respectful and treating you like a lady. When he picked you up that evening, Jason was... different. He’d ditched his usual leather jacket for a nicer shirt, and his hands were tucked nervously into his pockets. But the moment he saw you step out of your house, his nerves vanished. “Wow,” he breathed. “You look... amazing.” You smiled, blushing slightly. “You clean up pretty well yourself, Todd.” He couldn’t stop grinning as he walked you to his bike. “Hold on tight, sunshine,” he teased as he handed you a helmet. “I’ve got you.”

Jason surprised you by actually being a perfect gentleman. He took you to your favorite little diner, the one you’d mentioned in passing weeks ago. He remembered everything you liked—the exact way you liked your burger, your favorite drink, even the little details about how you always added extra ketchup. During the movie, he couldn’t focus on the screen. Not when you were sitting so close, your shoulder brushing his. He was hyper-aware of every little movement you made—the way you laughed at the funny scenes, the way your eyes lit up during your favorite parts. And when you leaned your head against his shoulder halfway through, Jason thought he might actually die from happiness.

As the weeks went on, you started noticing things about Jason. How he always seemed to know where you were, how he’d intercept anyone who tried to bother you before they even got close, how he’d show up with your favorite snacks when you didn’t mention being hungry. It didn’t take long to piece it together. One evening, as you both sat on a rooftop (because Jason insisted the city looked better from up high), you decided to bring it up. “Jason,” you started, looking at him with a soft smile, “you’re really... protective, you know that?” He stiffened. “Is that... bad?” You shook your head, resting your hand on his arm. “No. It’s sweet. I know you just want to keep me safe.” Jason let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. “I just... I can’t lose you,” he admitted, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “You’re the best thing in my life, and the thought of anything happening to you—” “Jason,” you interrupted, squeezing his arm, “you don’t have to worry so much. I’m not going anywhere. Okay?” He turned to look at you, his blue eyes filled with a vulnerability you didn’t expect. “You mean that?” You nodded. “I like having you around. Even if you’re a little... intense sometimes.” His lips twitched into a grin. “You think I’m intense now? You should see what I’d do if anyone actually hurt you.” You laughed, leaning your head against his shoulder. “I think I’ll take your word for it.” Jason wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. In that moment, he knew he’d do whatever it took to keep you happy and safe. You were his sunshine, his everything. And now that he had you, he wasn’t letting go. Not ever.

𝒍𝒖𝒗-𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 ☆ 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒑𝒚, 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒃𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔.

[snowande]

Horny thoughts

(Male x female)

Side quest 1

Imagine you got isekai to a fantasy world, and the people's there have magic and power.

Imagine that you got a healing power, but the way your healing powers is odd, the person that you heal have to drink your saliva, sweat, tears, blood or any kind of liquid that came out of you, that includes your essence.

Imagine that your essence can regrow a human limbs back if they drinks it.

So when the people's in your village's brings a wounded hero.

They ask you for your help, because the hero have been saving their village for 6 years now, so they want to return his favor.

Of course you said yes, you thought the hero just have a minor injuries or not that bad conditions.

Oh you were wrong, Dead wrong.

The hero have both of his arms cut off, he got it when he trys to stop his mortal enemy. He said to the hero that he cannot weild his sword anymore and won't bother his destruction.

Surprisingly he is still alive, even after the blood loss.

You know your salivas won't work, so you tried with your sweat, tears and blood. It didn't work, so you think what else is liquid that the hero can drink.

Ah the only liquid that you didn't try is your essence. You didn't know will it work, you never try it but how do you tell him that he have to drink your essences.

The hero shockingly said yes, to drinking your essence.

So you mounted his face with your pussy and let his tongue drinks that liquids, making you moan a little but you stay professional.

Then you look at his disfigured arms, it grows back really fast then your other fluids.

When you about to get off his face, out of the blue. He grabs your thighs and brings that pussy to his mouth again.

He licking and sucking the the essences out. Even pushing his tongue inside, making you shaking and try to hit his hands to let you go. Because your job was done, yet he won't let go.

Then his right hand begins to touch you expertly, knowing just how to press, stroke, and rub to make you gasp and writhe with pleasure, holding you upright as he manipulates your body like a master puppeteers.

As you climax, your pussy spasming and gushing with juices, he open his mouth to catch every drops. He continues to stimulate you until you're squirting continuously, finally he let's you go.

You drop to the floor, legs shaking and wet. The hero looks down and grin.

The hero was amazement at his both arms regrow and his past injuries vanishes, replaced by taut, unblemished skin.

Then the hero put his clothes and armor back on and pat your hair and he said he will come back to you when he's hurt.

And finally he leave your tent, leaving you behind in the tent a mess.

You hope he won't come back.

oh he will come back to you, but he will bring you with him, whether you like it or not :)

This was supposed to be a really short post, but i made it longer for some reason.

I write this when feeling lil horny lol

Hope you enjoy my first post♡

The picture is from Pinterest [Misaki ! ¡]

Tags @nymphea0

[funnyexel]

loves you. hates them.

Rich!boyfriend who really isn’t your boyfriend but more of an arranged husband. He’s sweet and all but you think he’s a bit overbearing for someone you just met.

Rich!boyfriend who demands your free time, disregarding how tired you may be from working. Rich!boyfriend who hates how much you work and provide for your family, he realizes how soft and spineless you are when time comes for you to speak up for yourself.

Rich!boyfriend who’s intoxicated by the way you smile at him and the small touches you give him to express your gratitude for the excessive gifts. The way your eyes light up when you see him won’t ever get old to him. Rich!boyfriend who see’s the potential in you, even if your mother tells him otherwise.

Rich!boyfriend who is immediately consumed by disinterest whenever your mother and father want to speak with him. They have so much to say and critic about your life, yet, they rely on their young daughter to get them out of their financial burdens.

Rich!boyfriend who notices the behavioral change in your sister every time he comes around. The way she perks up when he enters the room, the difference in the way she dresses when she knows she’s going to see him versus when she doesn’t know. Rich!boyfriend who is disgusted by this and is even more repulsed when she tries to make a move on him. This pushes him to increase your time at his home and decrease the time you spend at your house. 

Manipulative!boyfriend who acts confused when you find your phone hidden away in his dresser drawer. Manipulative!boyfriend who forces you stay at his home for an extensive amount of time, convincing you that you are terribly sick from working so hard.

Manipulative!boyfriend who gives you a special type of medicine in your food so you stay sluggish and compliant. Manipulative!boyfriend who persuades you that the little white bottle he hides away is nothing and that you’re imagining things. 

Rich!boyfriend who assures you that you’ll feel better by the time the wedding rolls around.

Crazy!boyfriend who effectively got your family out your ear by smashing your phone to pieces and warning them that if they ever talked to you again, he’d do worse than cause a little car crash.

Did he forget to tell you that? 

Rich!boyfriend who lies assures you that he’ll find the people who T-boned your parents car.

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a/n: I think my requests inbox might be broken, directly message if it doesn't go through or don't. I don't know how it works.

[thehauntedetheral]

Yan Tribe X Reader

Requests are open!

• You were a camera woman for discovery channel. You loved your job. After all you get to travel world with your crew, see and explore the most interesting wonders, and get paid to shoot all of that in camera. What more can you ask for? Yeah your love life sucked because you were never at a one place for long. But who cares? You have your camera and your passion.

• Your crew has been assigned to shoot a new show by channel which is showing and telling people about the tribal life and community of an x forest. You were excited.

• You shooted and captured all the things about the tribal community. The people were friendly once they warmed up to your team. They showed and told you everything about their community, about forest, their lifestyle through a member of yours who knew their language and translated everything.

• You got to know about many tribal traditions, rituals, festive, their beliefs, their worships, hunting, farming style but what caught your attention was a certain tall, muscular young tribe man.

• He would always be with your crew even if he is not needed. You were shooting a particular episode on the womens in tribe? He was still there silently just observing you all especially you in a way you didn't notice.

• Your crew tried fishing for some fun in break time. And as usual your clumsy self would trip and ruin everything embarassing yourself. He would later leave a basket full of fish for you silently.

• You noticed that he was kinda good looking. Okay not kinda but a lot good looking with his huge built, dark black tribal tattoos covering his tan arms and chest, his sharp bone jewellery giving all Tarzan vibes with his long black hair tied in half bun that many women in community wished to be his mate. Also because he was a excellent hunter.

• You once told someone in community casually that you wished to taste raw natural honey from honeycombs like other tribals but were scared due to honeybees and he heard it. Well next day he gives you a huge piece of honeycomb anonymously ,freshly teared by him even though it caused him serval stinks from honey bee because this was not the season to collect honey but he would do anything for you.

• Their community had a practice where once in a year men would wear their best dresses, jewellery trying to impress womens and get their attention. This was a special episode that you weren't shooting but the other cameraman was doing because you were on the other side of forest with a few crew members shooting some shots of forest for another episode as your time of departure were close and you have to finish your work fast.

• You finished your shots. And walked a bit around the forest a little more to explore while your fellow mates moved back to see the celebration.

• You saw yan tribe sitting all alone under a tree. You felt sad seeing him all alone like this instead of being in the celebration with others. Well might be the women whose attention he is trying to grab chose someone else in competition you thought.

You tried to console him by speaking in your broken fluency in their tribe language which you have learned by staying with them for months. You were scared that you might have said something offensive to him unconsciously due to the language barrier because his expressions didn't change but became serious.

He only looked up at you and held your hand in his and said "MATE". You knew your speaking and listening skills towards his language were below average but you were 101% sure what mate word that he said means. And that scared you to dead because seeing his big strong hand holding your fragile one tightly made it clear that he is not going to let you leave at any cost.

Want part 2? Let me know through comments.

Requests are open!

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[kupidachillea]

Olympians x You (hcs or imagines)

Author note: Geez, it’s been awhile. Sorry, I’ve been in bit of a funk, got both writers block and art block but I just want to drop this. I still have a few things in my drafts, but for now I’ll feed you guys this.

TW (trigger warning):This may have a few Yandere themes in it. And while the Olympians themselves aren’t really yanderes- they do share similar tendencies considering their myths. Please note that this isn’t completely accurate to their mythology- but it’s just a bit of fun so please take no offence and be nice in the comments.

CW (content warning)⚠️: readers either 17-18+ (to read this I mean), light mentions of nudity, molesting and sexual harassment, toxic behaviour. General (hinted) Yandere behaviour. Reader’s discretion is advised.

🏺- You weren’t sure how you got here but somehow you ended up on mount Olympus of all places.

🪡- Your brain was fuzzy and you hadn’t yet registered the 12 + looming faces above you. When you did notice, they were bickering in a language you didn’t understand (or at the very least, understood a little). It was jarring and you were still trying to get your bearings.

-🏺 You noticed one of them, a woman, dressed in garments fit for royalty (in ancient times at least) and had somewhat of a peacock aesthetic to it, yelling and pointing accusingly at a man, presumably her husband. She didn’t seem happy. Hera. Queen of the Olympians..that means the other must’ve been Zeus..oh boy

🪡- Zeus looked as if he was trying to quell his wife’s anger before things got more out of hand. There were a few others in the back that looked bored of the situation- as if a similar thing has happened before, while others looked mildly amused.

🏺- Despite all that- the argument seemed to have turned completely to you. Hera turning her rage towards you. “You! Where did you come from, how did you arrive here!?” She’d ask in anger, it was evident she had very little patience if any at all, thankfully though she was now speaking a language you could understand. You scrambled to answer her, your body trembling slightly at how her voice shook the marble floor you were sat on.

🪡- You tried to explain to her that you didn’t know how you got here. Your brain still fuzzy with images that didn’t clear up or make sense. This obviously didn’t help the Queen’s anger and you could see her patience slipping. She would scoff and turn back towards the other gods, them discussing what they should do with you.

🏺 - Some suggestions were thrown around, some you weren’t so fond of. Multiple times did they suggest either killing you or throwing you off the mountain (which would kill you anyway). However those ideas were shut down immediately by more ‘kindhearted’ gods. This hasn’t happened in centuries- a human spawning on top of their mountain out of the blue..they aren’t really prepared for this.

🪡- They were almost all out of ideas, until one golden haired music deity bent down to your height and took a closer look at you. His eyes shining as he took in your appearance before a smile started to work its way on his lips. “How about we keep them..?” He suddenly asked, his gaze still set on the little (little to them anyway) human in front of him.

🏺- This made everyone pause and even you were shocked by the suggestion. You found it ridiculous and you argued that despite how flattering it was- you didn’t want to stay with them and you wanted to be returned back to your home. The gods only seemed to ignore you, as if you were a child having an unreasonable temper tantrum. They were all considering keeping you here!

🪡- “Well…” Hermes started. You could tell since he was a bit shorter than the others and he had his signature winged sandals. “It has been quite awhile since the gods have had a plaything..” he would mutter reluctantly. He wasn’t entirely sold on the idea, despite how his father and brothers (most anyway) were grinning like idiots. You, obviously , did not appreciate being referred to as a plaything.

🏺- “Then it is settled..this little one shall be our new plaything!” Zeus grinned, a little too happy for both yours and Hera’s taste. You were about to give them a piece of your mind but was swiftly silenced by a threatening gaze from Hera..to your surprise. And thus began your horrible life with the Olympians..

….

🪡- You were stripped of your modern clothing and given a chiton to wear instead. “It’s too modern for our liking..” Aphrodite would say as she felt up your body in ways that made you shiver in discomfort. “We’re use to our people…how should I say this? Showing a little more skin…” the goddess of love would chuckle sweetly, while you would stare at her in embarrassment and maybe even a hint of disgust. While you could understand where she was coming from- it still didn’t stop you personally from being uncomfortable with they way she was touching you.

🏺-You’d also be dressed up in fine jewellery, much to your surprise..anklets of gold, bangles made of bronze, necklaces etc. sweet smelling oil perfumes covering your body- anything to make seem more ‘appealing’ to the gods and goddess. You were their plaything after all, so it made sense for them to dress you how they liked..no matter how much you disliked it.

🪡- They’d occasionally have you pour them wine at banquets or sit on their laps to just sit there and look pretty. The main gods that did this were of course Zeus, Apollo, Poseidon, definitely Dionysus and at some point Hermes. You didn’t really appreciate this, but rejecting their request would result in a ‘punishment’ for you.

🏺- To your surprise..Ares rarely touched you without your permission, but he was a little mean here and there. He along with Athena and Demeter weren’t as…’touchy’ as the others. And Artemis …you appreciated that..though just because they didn’t touch you in inappropriate ways doesn’t mean they weren’t as ‘crazy’ as the rest.

🪡- For example, while Artemis wasn’t big on being a pest in terms of touching you, she did take you out on hunts..which..wasn’t so bad in your opinion. It was much better than being up on the mountain most days..she thought a little more rationally- but of course- her twin, Apollo, would see you hanging out with his sister and get a little possessive about it. Which you didn’t understand- you weren’t any of their lovers (even if they thought so), but even so..most hunting trips were cut short because of him.

🏺- When you finally got moments to breathe away from the gods..you’d spend it out in the garden..hidden away from everyone and thing..it was your quiet time up until one of the gods summoned you. You found out that you weren’t the first human to be in this position (and probably not the last)..according to one of the lesser known gods (maybe Hebe) you were told that centuries before, a young lad was taken into the heavens to serve Zeus but had been placed into the stars as the constellation known as Aquarius.

🪡- You shivered at the thought..you didn’t want that to happen to you. To be placed in the stars? Doomed to forever look down on earth and watch your family and friends grow? It may have been an honour back then but to you it was almost like a death sentence.

🏺- Either way, life with the Olympians got harder to cope with. Your privacy was always compromised and you were forced to many things you didn’t like. Sometimes the gods would be as bold to sneak up on you while you were bathing and either join you in the pool or touching up your nude body.

🪡-Often giving excuses for why they would do so, or simply ignoring your protest. It wasn’t hard to manhandle you after all..they were gods, and you were a puny human. Why should they care about your thoughts and feelings. It progressively got worse with them kissing your neck or cheek without your permission too- Apollo was the main culprit of that..

🏺- Sometimes you found yourself crying in a corner by yourself at the situation you were in. The only person willing to comfort you being Hestia. She obviously didn’t approve of this but she couldn’t do much besides being a safe space for you to turn to, which you appreciated.

🪡- But no matter how you protest, run, hide, or try to defy them; you are still theirs. That how they see it anyway, and they won’t change their mind..

[sunshine-for-serotonin]

Can you write a oneshot of Erik first discovering his mommy kink, like what you wrote about in your headcannons?

Now how could I say no to a request like that?

I left it up to interpretation as to whether Erik and reader are actually in a relationship, or if Erik’s desperation bled into his fantasies and got the better of him. Also, if you guys want another suggestion for Erik with a mommy kink, @potol0ver wrote really good head cannons and a one shot!

Before reading: modern!reader, 1800s!Erik, stalker Erik (nothing new), yandere!Erik (also nothing new), male masturbation, Erik’s so desperate it hurts, mommy kink, overstimulation, edging, Erik has a mannequin of you towards the end

Erik was absolutely miserable. You were away an outing with that little Giry girl, and he could only watch you for so long before she and you exited the confines of the opera house, before you left him and the safety he provided. Organ notes thundered angrily into the open air as Erik played a raging improve that spoke of despair, anger, and misery. Slowly, the notes seemed to morph into something sadder, something more desperate and loving, something that directly translated the feeling of Erik’s yearning for you and your love. The gentle splashing sounds of tear drops hitting the organ keys snapped him out of his reverie, as any defense Erik had broke and he pitifully curled in on himself, wailing at your absence. His breathing stuttering, Erik felt like he was drowning in his sorrow. ‘What if mon ange finds another to be more worthy of her love?’

‘What if she is to get harmed because I was too much of a coward to follow her into the light?’

‘What if (Y/N) does not return?’

No! He needed to calm down, ground himself so that he looked half presentable when you returned to him, because you would return to Erik, you had to! Although, he couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you did come back and he was a mess. Would you soothe him? Shower him with affection and reassurance? Tell Erik you loved him and that you would never leave him, that he belonged to you? Claim him as yours and smother him with kisses and lovebites? Would you let Erik press kisses to your thighs and slowly make his way up to your clit? Would you let Erik push his tongue into your velvety walls with desperate fervor, need for your taste evident in his pleading eyes? Would you allow Erik to shove his horrid face between your thighs and absolutely worship you, feasting on you like you were his first meal in years? Would you make love to Erik, kissing away his tears and praising him while you overstimulated him into a babbling mess?

Gasping, Erik tried his best to pull himself out of his fantasies but to no avail, blood rushing to his face and somewhere lower as his body seemed to become unbearably hot and yet still remained uncomfortably chilled against the stagnant air inside his house. Biting his lower lip, Erik leaned against his now closed organ in a haze, shifting his weight back and forth from one foot to the other, whining and desperately moving his thighs together to try and stimulate himself as he felt his cock strain against his pants. Erik allowed his hands to wander around his body subconsciously, tracing against his ribs and hips only to lightly circle against his erection while the other moved to his chest and played with his nipple through his white dress shirt.

“mm-ah! (Y/N), please! Please, please, please!��

It was his own voice echoing off his chamber walls that brought Erik back to his senses. Whimpering partly out of embarrassment and partly out of arousal, Erik took his hands away from himself forced them to his sides. No matter how hard he tried, Erik could not force away the carnal desire for your skin on his, nor the ache in his soul for your love and attention. Short, fast, breaths left Erik’s body as tears sprang to his eyes, he needed you, he needed you, he needed you! He needed you so badly he thought he most certainly would perish without your loving touch!

Erik knew he had to calm down, ground himself, take his mind off of how much his skin burned for your gentle caresses. Ah! He knew what he would do! Surely a hot bath would help calm him at least a small amount? At the very least give him time for his ‘problem’ to resolve? However….the latest performance of his new opera was showing sooner rather than later…and your bathroom was much closer to box five than his own….surely you wouldn’t mind if he used your bathtub, would you? Or if he used your wash products? Maybe even a light spritz of your perfume? And…you had left the opera populair in clothes fit for the time period, so you had his favorite ‘sweater’ of yours lying around in your room somewhere…certainly you wouldn’t mind if Erik donned it for a spell after bathing? Just to warm up a bit? Judging by the way his cock was twitching at the thought of your scent, it wouldn’t truly help ease his arousal in the slightest, and yet Erik continued to delude himself and justify going into your room without you in it.

Small gasps and whimpers left Erik’s mouth as he walked over to grasp his mask from the side of his organ and slid it over his face, every accidental brush of his legs together sending sparks of pleasure from his dick to the rest of his body. Erik couldn’t help but take one of his hands and let it play with his clothed tip, the wet spot on his trousers becoming more prominent as precum oozed under his ministrations. Gently pinching and thumbing over his slit had Erik nearly falling to his knees, as the urge to moan something bubbled in the back of his throat, though he couldn’t focus for long enough to figure out what that something was, knowing only that it was a desperate call for you. Forcing himself back to reality, Erik removed his hand from his body once more and lit a lantern before making his way through his house to his boat, and finally, to the secret tunnel that led to your room.

The walk through the passage way was torturous for Erik, nearly dropping his lantern and muffling his moans at every slight pressure against his cock, but eventually he made it to your closet and finally into your chambers. Wasting no time, Erik stripped down like his clothes were burning him and ripped off his mask before laying them on your bed, not being able to suppress a moan of relief as his dick was finally freed from his trousers and stood fully, hitting his stomach. Balling his boney hands into fists, it took all of Erik’s restraint to keep from ensnaring himself in your soft sheets and pleasuring himself like his very existence depended upon it.

Moving to your bathroom, Erik closed the door and took note of your towel hanging on the hook before forcing his attention to the task at hand. Erik kneeled at the side of your bathtub before turning the knobs and plugging the drain. Moving to stand back to his full height, Erik’s hips jerked and accidentally ground his erection into the cold porcelain.

“Mm!”

Closing his eyes and gripping the lip of the tub so tight that his knuckles paled, Erik couldn’t help but rut against the chilled surface and chase the foreign feeling of pleasure, only to pull away whimpering as the warm water filled the basin to his fingertips. Shutting off the pipes and entering the water, Erik immediately felt his body relax. Sinking down until his mouth was below the water and closing his eyes, Erik crossed his arms over his abdomen to try and mimic what it would feel like if he was resting against you and you were holding him from behind. Craning his skull back and to the side, Erik imagined resting his head in on your collarbone and shoulder area whilst you planted kisses to the crown of his head, down to his marred lips, to his ears and neck while you lovingly ran your nails along his sides, one of your hands creeping lower as you called him your good boy. Gripping his shaft loosely and setting a slow pace as Erik felt himself throb as he whined for more, only for you to silence him by kissing him stupid and slipping your tongue into his mouth. Snapping his eyes back open, Erik felt like crying as he realized it truly had simply been just his imagination, swearing he could have actually felt your skin against his. Taking your soap from the shelf, Erik tried to distract himself from the pulsing heat in his dick by beginning to wash himself, wishing to high heaven it was you taking care of him instead of his own hands.

Finally finishing, Erik pulled the plug to the drain and slowly stood up, making a beeline for your towel. More heat rose to to Erik’s cheeks at the realization that the towel had been around your naked form, a lovesick smile forming on his lips as he wrapped it around himself and pulled up a part of the material to inhale as deep as his lungs would let him, your scent a shot of pure ecstasy. The fluffy material made Erik crave your embrace more than he did already, gently brushing against his erogenous zones and further setting his nerves on end.

“M-mon amore, I need you so horribly, so horribly, so horribly! This living corpse desires only your love!” Erik all but cried.

Wait! He couldn’t get sidetracked, he needed to find your sweater! Hanging your towel back up and walking back into your room, he spied your dirty laundry basket, and through the slots was your (f/c) sweater. Immediately pouncing on the basket to dig out the material, Erik was only halted in his progression by a piece of lacy fabric. Time seemed to come to a halt as, with trembling fingers, Erik pulled out a pair of your lingerie. A full minute passed before Erik’s brain finally started to function again, only one thought in his mind.

‘Opera be damned!’

Briefly setting down your lingerie, Erik snatched up your sweater and awkwardly shoved it over his frame with haste, before swiping the lacy fabric off the floor. Stumbling, nearly tripping, in his eagerness to get to your bed, Erik laid back and imagined you pushing him into the covers, both your mouths working feverishly and moulding together, your heavenly lips slotted against his own twisted ones as nothing but pure love poured from you both. Before Erik even had the chance to break out of his fantasies, the seams of your lingerie were in his mouth as Erik licked and sucked all of your essence he could get out of them, thoroughly soaking them with saliva and moaning all the while.

In his minds eye, Erik felt you kiss and suck all over his neck, his body tensing and arching as some of his fingers traced circles into his nipple and the others into his hips, teasing himself further. Reluctantly withdrawing the soaked material from his mouth, Erik was hit with the sensation of something building in his throat, the same something from earlier. Not giving it a second thought, Erik immediately dived into his fantasies once more.

“Mon ange, s’il vous plaît!”

‘Aww, is my baby needy? Does he need me to touch him?’ “You” cooed at Erik.

“Mmhm! Oui, oui, oui, oui!!! Oh, please touch me! Please! I’ve been so good for you!”

“Alright, babydoll, deep breath for me, ok?”

And just like that “you” enveloped Erik fully, and the dam at the back of his throat burst.

“Maman!!”

Erik was absolutely sobbing with relief as the feeling of wet lace kept warm by his body heat wrapped around his reddened cock, his hand gripping tightly so that it truly felt like he was inside you. Hot tears of pleasure and desperation streamed down Erik’s face as he pictured you kissing him deeply and beginning to move above him.

“M-maman, mommy, mommy, mommy! Ah! Ah! Please, more! Mm- more! Ah! Mommy, I need more! I-I need-mmm! Please, mommy!”

With every upwards motion “you” made, Erik drew his hips back just to thrust them back up and reconnect them with “yours”, crying out for you to let him have his release.

“You look so good beneath me, babydoll. So pretty for me, my good boy.”

“I-I’m your good boy, mommy! Maman, I-I’m getting-ah-close! Please please please, let me cum! Let me cum inside you!”

Just as he was about to reach his peak, “you” stopped moving. Sobs wracked Erik’s frame as he tried desperately to get more friction, yet his efforts remained unsuccessful. Moving one of his hands to just below his ear on the right side of his neck, Erik let his nails lightly dig into his flesh, the picture of you leaning over him to mark him up and the feeling of “your teeth” on his nape left him craving more.

“Oh, my poor babydoll. Do you want mommy to stop?”

“Non! Mommy please!”

“Use your words, pretty baby. What do you want me to do?”

“Please, I need you to let me finish, maman! I need you on top of me!”

“That’s my good boy.”

Setting a rapid pace, Erik set about pleasuring himself once more, his narrow hips surging upwards in desperation. Lewd wet sounds filled the room, and it was a simple task for Erik to pretend that they came from the two of you being joined together as more tears gathered in his eyes. Feeling his orgasm beginning to swiftly build, Erik let his mouth fall open as frantic moans and drool escaped him. Swiping his thumb over the slit on his tip had keening sounds absolutely pouring from his vocal cords. He was cuming, he was cuming!

“M-Mommy! I love you! Je t’aime!”

The words had scarcely left him before his thick ropes of cum soiled your lingerie and leaked out at the sides. His face burned with the realization of what he had just done, and yet still, Erik let out a whimper of unsatisfaction. Not giving himself time to think, Erik flipped himself over and grabbed two of your biggest pillows, shoving one between his legs and burying his poor face in another. Oh God, they smelled just like you. Your scent absolutely intoxicated Erik, who sucked on your pillow and imagined it was your chest, his hips beginning to work themselves into the case of the other. His eyes rolled back into his skull as the overstimulation began to set in, it felt like his body was on fire, it felt too good, if he orgasmed without your permission, he wouldn’t be good for you!

“M-mommy, mommy, please! Say I’m your good boy! Tell me I’m making you feel good, please! I want to make you feel good! I need too! I need you to cum for me, please, please! Please let me make you cum!”

Closing his eyes, Erik imagined your hands running over the top of his head as you praised him for pleasuring you so well, his hips picking up pace as he moaned loudly into your pillow. His blood pumping almost violently beneath his skin, Erik moved his head to another area of your pillow and began to kiss there with a fiery passion, knowing that another orgasm would befall him soon. Imagining your lips pushing up into his own, Erik let himself fall apart in your imaginary embrace. Turning his head to the side, Erik pretended he tucked his head into the side of your neck, his hips moving faster as he swore he could feel your legs wrapping around his waist.

“Mm, you’re making me feel so good Erik! You’re doing so good for me!”

“M-maman, please! I’m going to cum again!”

“Go ahead, babydoll. You deserve it.”

“Merci! Merci! Merci, maman!”

And with a final cry for you, Erik came completely undone.

It took a good while for Erik to calm down enough for the realization of the title he had given you to sink in. His face burned as he cradled your pillow close to him.

“Forgive your poor beast, (Y/N), for Erik doesn’t believe he can ever call you by another title now.” He whimpered to your imaginary figure within his embrace.

After a few seconds more of laying in your bed, Erik finally moved to get up. Looking down to his side, Erik spied his clothes and mask. They must have fallen off during his ‘activities’ he thought to himself, removing your sweater and dressing quickly. Flipping your pillows around and remaking your bed as you had left it, Erik pocketed your lingerie as well as snatched up your sweater, swearing he would wash them and return them to you later however unlikely that it may be. Finally, Erik shakily made his way over to his lantern and back to his underground abode.

As soon as Erik was able to reach his personal chambers, Erik stripped down once more and put your clothing items on his bed. Making his way into the far right corner of his room, Erik retrieved a wax sculpture of you and carried it back with him and set it by your dirtied clothes. Each feature was carved and fashioned in your exact likeness, love poured into every fine detail with the same reverence you would find a sculpted angel to possess. Stealing a shy kiss from the unmoving lips of your wax look alike, Erik maneuvered your lingerie up its legs, past its thighs, and finally to around the pelvic area of the mannequin, followed shortly by your sweater sliding over its head and down over its torso and arms. Tucking the mannequin into bed, Erik joined it underneath the duvet and pulling it close to him.

“Je t’aime, mon ange. Fais de beaux rêves.”

Nestling closer to the wax figure of you as his body heat warmed it, Erik placed one more loving kiss to its lips and allowed himself to drift off with vivid dreams of you taking him into your loving arms.

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@sloppyzengarden

I hope you guys enjoyed! Thank you for your patience!!!

[nobitchs-world]

My ancestors looking down at me as I talk about how much I love white men

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

warning: yandere behavior, power imbalance, implied baby trapping

Yandere!Ceo that’s a professional business man at work but once he’s behind closed doors he’s your pathetic, needy lover boy.

Kisses your feet and legs, peppering soft kisses all the way up to your thighs.

“My beautiful girl, did you enjoy the roses I sent you?”

He purrs as you play with his hair, looking up at you with those warm golden eyes.

“They were lovely… though the note was a bit… alarming.”

Your lover paused, his fingers on the waistband of the expensive lingerie he bought you.

“… how so, my love? It was the best stationary I could f-“

“I mean the words you wrote… about getting rid of anyone that got in the way of our love.”

He pulled your panties off, placing a wet kiss on your fat, wet cunt. “Oh, that? Don’t take it so seriously, darling. You know I love you, it’s just… a badly worded joke.”

And you quiet down, unable to protest or continue arguing as he’s eating you out. His tongue was on your clit, fingers stretching out your pretty pussy to prep you for his cock.

“M-Mmph…”

He’s quite good at distracting you from his alarming behavior, kissing along your neck while bouncing you on his thick cock. Keeping you on his lap as watching your ass jiggle while he moves you up and down has to be one of his favorite things in the entire world.

“That’s my girl, my baby… just take it, sweet thing…”

And slowly, as your previous friends and past lovers start ghosting you or straight up disappearing, he keeps you occupied with gifts, lavish vacations, and eventually a pregnancy.

Even if you wanted to leave, you couldn’t. Everything you owned was paid for by him, he had all of your information and knowledge of your friends and family…

But who would want to leave when they were treated like royalty? All you had to do was be his sweet housewife and give him all of you attention~

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[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Barista who is the “poster boy”of the coffee shop he works at. It is honestly deserved: he has a pretty face, a charming smile and a playful yet sweet attitude. He is especially popular among the girls…who he keeps rejecting. He is just not looking for something casual, you know? He dates to marry, not to be someone’s eye-candy.

Yandere!Barista who, one day, sees you walk into the store. Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt you have on ? He loves that band! This is what he tells you when it is your turn to order. What do you mean he looks too much like a goody two-shoes to be a fan? Alright, Miss “I am so dark and edgy”, what do you want to order? Black coffee? The banter goes on until he has to shoo you away, with an amused smile, as the other people in line are starting to get impatient.

Yandere!Barista who glances your way every chance he gets. Not only are you fun to talk to, but you also look really cute. Sometimes, between orders, he gets to converse with you. He eagerly returns your small wave when it is time for you to leave. As he goes to your table to collect the receipt, he finds your cup still there. On it, there is a small doodle of him along with your number. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he brings a hand to cover the side of his face. He is definitely keeping that cup.

Yandere!Barista who saved your number under “Cutie <3”. The more you text each other, the more you hang out together, the more he becomes obsessed. It is honestly starting to scare him. The other night, he had your cup in his hands to look at the doodle. Next thing he knew, he had his lips where yours had been when you were drinking from it. It flustered him so much, he threw the cup in the trash bin afterwards…only to go get it back five minutes later…He is asking you out on a date for sure next time he sees you.

Yandere!Barista who does your coffee with trembling hands. He really doesn’t want to do this, but you didn’t leave him a choice. Today, on your usual table, you are sitting with a man other than him. He can’t possibly lose the only person who took the time to get to know him beyond his looks. The drug should work in about fifteen minutes, five minutes after closing time. This should be perfect, you always wait for him to close the shop and walk home together. He can do this, he can do this, he can do this…You will be happy at his house, you will be happy with him. It is with a heavy mind and painful heart that he gives you your order.

Yandere!Barista who you got pinned against the wall of the storage room, one hand beside his head and the other one holding your cup. He is as white as a ghost. He keeps looking around. He is sweating all over. This couldn’t be. You couldn’t possibly know- You firmly grab his jaw and turn his face towards you. “Drink”, you say coldly. What are you gonna do to him after he becomes unconscious? Will you report him to the police? Will you hurt him? He closes his eyes tightly as you bring the cup to his lips. The moment it reaches them, you drop it on the floor and replace it with your lips. His eyes open in shock as you give him a small, tender kiss. “That was my cousin, idiot”, you tell him affectionately. You look at him for a couple more seconds before putting on your bag. He is still frozen in place as you add: “Tomorrow, 6pm, at my house. Alright?”. You leave before he can answer.

Yandere!Barista who slides down the wall until he is sitting on the floor. All that is left of him is a blushing, quivering mess. With shaky fingers, he touches his lips; a small whimper involuntarily comes out his mouth. He is about to combust. He feels so weak, he can’t get up. You scared the shit out of him, but that was so hot ahh…He didn’t know you could be this assertive. And that kiss…he buries his face in his hands and groans. Kissing you is all he has ever dreamed of, yet he stayed still like a dumbass when it finally happened. He is so lame-you make him so lame. Guess tomorrow would be his chance to redeem himself.