#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

[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!

[nobitchs-world]

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

[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.

[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?

[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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[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.

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Head Canons:

Who Are You?

Yandere Fiancé x Transmigrated Fem Reader

One week. It’s been one week since your fiancé had last seen you visiting his castle with your sunny smile. You had never been away from Nathaniel for this long. Not even when you two were children, you were never away from him for more than a day or two. Had you fallen ill? What if you had been in an accident of some sort?

Nathaniel hadn’t meant to use such a harsh tone with you. He was just upset about his heavy workload and you were nearby when he was having a bad day…

The prince ran a hand through his sandy locks in thought. Should he… send a letter? Maybe a gift? Nathaniel couldn’t think of the last time he had ever given you some attention before. Maybe this token of affection would bring you back to him?

Nathaniel smiled at the thought as he ordered his servants to send you a gift. You were fond of flowers, right? He often spotted you in the garden from his office. You must enjoy his mother’s roses… you always gushed about the flowers you adored in your own garden.

Another week went by and he still hadn’t heard from you. Now Nathaniel felt even more concerned. Why weren’t you here? You said you loved him so why weren’t you in his office in the chair he set beside his desk? He moved it closer so you could talk more to him. Nathaniel thought you’d appreciate it… maybe he should send a letter? The poor prince had no idea that his fiancée wasn’t even in this world anymore…

Nathaniel finally came to visit you on the third week sick your absence. His blue eyes lit up when you finally sat before him, but he couldn’t help but feel as if there was something horribly amiss. Why weren’t you smiling? You always gave him a shy smile and your cheeks would flush… so why was your gaze filled with so much animosity?

Nathaniel attempted to speak to you, but you brushed him off. You wanted to annul your engagement with him… you didn’t want him anymore? But you loved him! You adored him. So why? Why. Why. Why.

Nathaniel felt as if he was talking to a stranger. Your eyes were as cold as ice and you refused to listen to him… wait. Why was there no life in your waiting room? You loved flowers. You loved the color pink. You loved romantic decor. Yet this room was soulless now. There was no piece of your heart put into it. It was almost as if you were a completely different person.

And that’s when it dawned on him. You were an imposter.

“Who are you?” Nathaniel asked in a low voice, his blue eyes studied your face in disbelief.

“What do you mean-“

“You’re not my fiancée. (Your name) would never be so cold to me. She loves me!” Nathaniel put a hand up to his mouth, his eyes cast to the floor in guilt. Was this his fault? He hadn’t mean to tell his fiancée to disappear. He was just upset! He hadn’t meant to take it out on her…

“…she’s gone. She’s no longer in this world.”

Nathaniel felt a sob escape his lips. Why did he only realize now that he had forever lost someone so lovely?

Muscular arms wrapped around your legs as Nathaniel melted into you. You weren’t her… but you could be. Nathaniel would be the perfect fiancé from now on. He’d be a better man… and maybe that would bring his lovely (your name) back to him?

[allurilove]

Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”

[starscabaret]

Cowboy Yandere! Lane HeadCanons ✧.*

pairing : yandere! lane x fem reader 

summary :

authors note : i hope yall enjoy pls lmk

warnings : nsfw, breeding, pregnancy, daddy kink 

yandere! lane is a country boy through and through…he eats as much as a prize bull, making him damn near the size of one. Due to his hard labor, he is the perfect blend of muscles and fluff. He is the size kink king.

yandere! lane cannot be convinced to wear a condom or use protection no matter what stage of the relationship y’all are in. He wants a football team of kids and you will have them all.

yandere! lane also won’t wear a condom because the idea of anything separating him from his darling’s insides is infuriating. 

yandere! lane is a true dom, he values your pleasure more than anything. 

yandere! lane size comes into play when he’s pounding your pussy from behind. He tries to hold himself up and not squish you underneath him but somehow his chest always ends up pressed to your back. His arm around your tummy pulling your smaller body onto his cock as he continues his pounding. You couldn’t escape him if you wanted

yandere! lane never suppresses his guttural moans and groans from you. He doesn’t know how to be quiet but neither do you…

yandere! lane lives by the phrase ‘save a horse ride a cowboy’. When you’re on top of him he’s using his hips and hands to bounce you silly on his dick. Or he’s guiding your hips in just the right back-and-forth motion. 

yandere! lane washes his hands of all dirt and grime the second he enters the house, because right after he is going to find you and pick you up for a kiss. “Missed me Dollface? Daddy missed you.”

yandere! lane has rough hard days sometimes. If he’s too tired to fuck you silly he loves to pull you on his lap, lift your legs, and mindless play with and finger your cunt. Your back to his chest his large form looming over you with his chin resting on your shoulder. “Mhm good girl darling, too tired to fuck you properly, but what kind of man would I be if I didn’t pleasure my sweet girl every day?”. He definitely has just gotten off work, still clad in his jeans, hat, boots, and a black t-shirt. 

yandere! lane does not like to see you beg. He’s too soft and believes his darling shouldn’t want for anything, he is very willing to give you anything and everything that you want. Especially his mouth on your pussy.

yandere! lane will fuck you any and everywhere if you let him, god do you look so plump and round in a pair of blue jeans, but those long tight skirts are his favorite. The way they look when it’s pooled around your waist as he plows into you in the back of his truck drives him insane.

yandere! lane prefers that you have most or all of your pubic hair, his pussy just looks so cute with its little bush.

yandere! lane will not pull out no matter how hard you beg and squeeze his bicep, what’s the point of cumming, if it’s not in you?

yandere! lane when he finally gets you pregnant is the happiest man on earth, kiss your job bye bye the day you pee on that stick. You often catch him admiring every part of your body. Below your pregnant belly, he watches intently as his dick slides in and out splitting your perfect cunnie in half. Thinking about how it was just like this he bred you the first time. 

[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!!!

[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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[nobitchs-world]

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

[yuutryingtowrite]

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 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.

...

Don't drink from anyone else, ok?

[blood-smiles]

𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ୭˚. ᵎᵎ

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐆𝐍! 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 TW MDNI . slight nsfw . yandere content . stalking . submissive yandere . creepy thoughts . highly unprofessional behavior from yandere . if reader is a simp and Alejandro is a bigger one .

You organized various assortments of products on shelves, placing each product perfectly, the name of the item fully on display,

While stepping back to admire your work you heard the squeaky shoes of a little kid, suddenly a small body crashed into your side and landed on the floor with a sickening crack,

“Jimmy! Jimmy! Oh my god! JIMMY!” The frantic voice of a woman called out, you instantly turned around, seeing the little boy wailing on the ground, his arm twisted in an uncomfortable direction,

You crouched down next to the child, trying to get him to calm down as you inspected his arm,

The same woman ran in your direction and pushed you off her child with a rough shove, tears welling up in her eyes,

“YOU! YOU DID THIS TO MY CHILD!” She shrieked, holding the kid in her arms,

“I-I ma’am! I swear it’s not that, your child was running and crashed into—“ 

“I DONT WANT TO HEAR IT! I AM GOING TO SUE YOU FOR THIS!” She screamed at you, her spit landing on your face as you stepped back,

A burning pain splattered all over your face, the woman’s purse making a harsh contact with your nose bridge, 

Small red droplets dirtied your white uniform polo shirt, 

She scooped up the injured boy in her arms and ran outside the store, yelling profanities and curses at you,

Suddenly a loud crash was heard as the woman kicked the large shelves, causing the tall shelves to come down on you, one by one alike to dominos,

You can’t remember what happened next, as you woke up in a hospital.

So. You have a huge law suit over your head now, a metaphorical guillotine over your neck, just waiting to be brought down on you, decapitating you and your clean record,

You stood in the waiting room, the fresh smell of floor cleaner wafting into your nostrils, helping you distract yourself momentarily,

“Mx (Y/N)?” A deep voice rings out, pulling you back into reality,

You glance up at the source of the voice, your (e/c) meeting with scarlet red hues, sharp eyes encased behind glasses,

You slowly got up, using your crutches to stabilize your footing, the man waited for you, his eyes inspecting your form as if calculating your every move, he stared at you for longer than needed but you ignored his eyes and kept acting as if nothing was happening,

He politely opened the door for you, giving you enough room to limp inside the office, after you successfully sat down, the man stood in front of his desk,

His ruby eyes were drilling into your own, as if memorizing every single detail of your iris, you looked into his eyes too, trying to seem confident,

If you looked close enough you could see the slight color difference under his eyes, you recognized that gaze— of exhaustion and pulling all nighters, but he did do a good job minimizing the eye bags!

You didn’t get to look at him properly but he was very well dressed.. the classic black vest along with black dress pants and a white dress shirt, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his forearms,

Pretty purple hair gathered at the back of his head in a ponytail, two tresses framed the sides of his face, bringing more attention to his sharp features, he was attractive.. Very attractive.

After another round of continuous staring the male finally cleared his throat, breaking the suffocating tension in the room,

“I am Alejandro Ortega, your defense in the court.” He stated clearly, sticking his hand out, asking for a hand shake,

“Oh. I’m (Y/N), thank you for your time sir.” You politely stretched out your arm and gently shook his hand,

His larger one enveloped your own hand, giving you a steady and firm handshake, slightly squeezing your hand in his,

His touch lingered, hand still tightly held around yours, he stared into your eyes, unwilling to let go,

You half smiled, trying to pull your hand away from his, slightly becoming unsettled when he didn’t let go,

He coughed, letting go of your hand and sitting down on his own chair,

He crossed his legs under the desk, taking out a paper and a pen, tapping the opposite side of the tip on the paper sheet, he discussed with you the phases of how he was planning to defend you in this case, giving you a bit of a background check on him,

“Well then, please tell me how everything happened, miss (Y/N).” 

You started retelling the events of the store, your hands coming in play and moving around to emphasize your actions and feelings,

A soft smile bloomed on the man’s face, sometimes even chuckling quietly at your exaggerated gestures,

Alejandro liked—No, adored your company, you were so charismatic and lively, your energy was so contagious that even his hard exterior had began to show cracks,

The buzzing in his chest wouldn’t stop, his hands were sweaty and his face felt warm, just what was this feeling? He is supposed to maintain a poker face and not show any favoritism with his clients.. Oh but you.. he couldn’t help but show contentment around you,

Unfortunately you soon had to go home and rest, he felt truly pity for you, being all bruised up and injured— on top of that you were in the process of being sued, 

Such a sweet soul you have, he would make sure that you would be well protected under him, he would hate to see you in harms way,

Alejandro finished helping the janitors cleaning up, he waved everyone off as they left, with suitcase in hand he leaned against the wall,

Ever since your appointment with him he couldn’t stop thinking of your face and voice, perhaps he could use your files for some.. private research.

He opened the doors of his home, his wife, Ume, peeked into the hallway as if already knowing it was him who entered the manor,

Her long white hair flowed behind her as she sped walked towards him, she brushed her bangs out of her beautiful face as she approached him,

“Honey! Did you get off work early?” She wrapped her arms around his neck, giving him a loving peck on his lips,

Alejandro grunted in response, peeling her arms off his shoulders and neck, he despised physical contact from Ume, he hated her voice, to him it sounded like nails scratching against a chalkboard, it irritated him, greatly so.

Ume was not at fault, for she had done no wrong to him, she was what any man would wish for, she was obedient, beautiful, loving and skilled in every aspect,

He just hated the intent behind his marriage with her, ever since he had slipped out of his mothers womb and brought into this world he had no control over his life, for it had been decided for him,

What he was going to be, who he was going to marry, where he was going to study, who his relationships were and even how he should feel,

He had no control over his life, he had never had any control over his own livelihood, his parents had controlled him even beyond the grave,

He hated his life. He hated Ume. He hated his parents. He cherishes you. He hated everything but you.

You had brought excitement to his life somehow, you came into his office and sparked something in him with your attitude and personality,

Maybe his life wasn’t so bad.

He stared at the knives in his kitchen, his hand itching to find something— someone to slice into ribbons with the sheening blade of the knife,

When did he become so violent? Was he this savage all along?

He shook his head lightly, taking off his glasses momentarily as he cooked dinner for his self and Ume,

He flipped the chicken and rice in two plates, as he brought the food and placed it down on the long hall table,

Ume awed at the perfectly cooked food, she dug in immediately, complimenting him and his cooking skills every time she spooned food into her mouth,

Alejandro subconsciously clutched a napkin in his hand, his knuckles turning a ghost white from sheer force,

“..Thank you” he muttered, his hand shakily cutting off some chicken and inserting it into his mouth,

His mind wandered off to your beautiful eyes, those beautiful (e/c) gems twinkling under light enamored him so much..

Alejandro noticed how your eyes would wander off sometimes, looking at him intently, as if you were listening to the most interesting thing in the world, it just made him feel so bashful..

How long had it been since he had seen you? 5 hours? 5 days? 5 years? God, he can’t remember anymore, just being away from you felt like an eternity, it was driving him insane..

Maybe next time the both of you meet you can go out for a drink together.. he smiled a little at that, perhaps he could invite you to a garden and talk to each other and learn more about you..

“Dear? What are you smiling at?” The gratingly annoying voice of his wife chimed in, anger rose inside him, taking most of his willpower to keep a calm mind and most importantly of all not to lash out at her,

“It’s none of your concern, Ume.” He answered coldly, glaring at her, a small vein sprawling across his temple in irritation,

She looked taken aback by her husband snapping at her, her smooth caramel tinted skin draining of color, her wonder turning into a fear in a flash,

Just as she was going to open her mouth to apologize Alejandro cut her off, 

“—I’m going to go take a shower, I’m finished with my diner, wash the dishes please.” He instructed as he left but not before giving her a pointed look,

Alejandro shut the bedroom door behind him, huffing as he sat on his and Ume’s shared bed

Ume wouldn’t understand, she would break down if she ever found out he had developed romantic feelings for someone else,

As soon as he makes developments in yours and his relationship he will make sure to get divorce papers signed immediately,

He wouldn’t want you to think he was unfaithful, because he isn’t.

His marriage never worked out anyway, he can only imagine the beautiful domestic life you would have with him,

He wouldn’t have to come into office, he could be your stay at home husband! He knows how to cook, clean and overall good spouse.. He spent most of his childhood honing these skills by taking care of his little sister,

He simply goes into work to avoid having to see his insufferable wife, even a minute away from her made his life expectancy slightly increase,

He opened the water, staring at his reflection before stepping into the shower,

Cold water ran from the shower head, landing refreshingly on the tall males’ back and body,

He sighed, relaxation seeping into his body slowly and steadily, he leaned his body weight onto his forearms,

His forehead rested on the cool shower walls, cleansing his thoughts for just a moment, his long hair stuck to his forehead and shoulders as water slipped off in small droplets,

 as hard as he tried he couldn’t fend away certain thoughts, all of them being of You. You. You. Ý̵̯͙̰̾Ô̸̱͉̖̣̾͝Ú̷͎͍.

Look at what you have reduced him to.. A lovesick fool.. craving nothing more than you— It has only been five days, yet you live in his brain and heart like maggots, digging deeper and deeper into him..

Yet he didn’t care, he would allow you to do so because he knew that he secretly liked it, he liked having someone to obsess over and follow like a lovesick puppy,

he had been saving his love for too long, and now it seems that you pulled the trigger on his heart, for this dangerous love ridden russian roulette has just started.

He now understands why he suffered for so many years, he sees now that it was all for you, it seems that god has gotten tired of torturing him and sent you, as his savior— his light.

If he knew things would come to this he would have chosen to suffer again and again, continuing what appeared to be an endless cycle just to be able to meet you and reach zenith.

He is holding his heart in his hands for you, it was you awakened feelings he never thought were real, now assume the consequences of your actions, won’t you, love?

Ume stalked the halls of the huge mansion, her heart feeling heavy after she upset her beloved husband,

She smoothened down her dress as she shakily opened the bedroom door, seeing that the room was empty she sat down on the bed,

Staring at the bedroom door longingly she decided to slightly peek through a crack in the doorway,

The water landed against the shower floor, helping muffle out the small whimpers and moans that were heard from Alejandro,

His hand fisted his cock rapidly, his hips bucking into his soft hand to feel some kind of friction, the sound of his hand clapping against his skin being audible even with the drizzling water ambients,

Ume’s eyes widened, never had she though her husband could ever make such.. Sinful sounds, it seemed he was saying something between the strangled sounds of pleasure..

“—N).. (Y/N).. Mmph! (Y/N), please..” 

(Y/N)? Who was this (Y/N)? Why was her husband saying that name? Was he cheating on her?

Her green eyes zeroed in on his body, watching as his back would arch and tremble whenever he would get close to climax,

Ume had tried a handful of times to get some kind of intimacy going on with Alejandro, going as far as getting some.. Aphrodisiac products, however it seemed that even under the influence of such hard core drugs he would rather deal with it himself than come close to her,

His free hand roamed his body, soon reaching up against his chest and starting to play with the soft muscle, 

Delivering soft and hard squeezes, soft groans muddled with mutters of “I love you”s slipped out of his lips,

Dampened hair fell over his eyes as he pressed his cheek against his shoulder, gentle sobs mixed with the sound of water running,

His thrusts slowed down as his thighs pressed together, with a final cry of your name the knot in his stomach came undone,

Loads and loads of white semen painted a section of the tiled shower walls, he kept thrusting into the air, riding out his high.

Ume closed the door quietly, sitting on the bed she placed her hands over her face, her well manicured nails digging into the sides of her soft face,

Whoever this.. (Y/N) was she was going to speak to, and it’s not going to be pretty.

Alejandro was her husband, hers only, and she was willing to fight tooth and nail for him,

The bathroom door opened, showing the ruby eyed man walking out with a towel wrapped around his waist, delicate beads of water dripping off his hair and rolling down his skin abdomen,

“Is there something wrong?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrow, eyeing her down menacingly,

The pretty woman but her lips while smiling, kicking off her shoes and spreading her legs open, an idea popping into her head

“Well.. perhaps, I’m feeling awfully.. Hot down there, help me will you?”

It had been 3 months precisely, it was your court date, you dressed up as best as you could afford, brushing your hair neatly and ironing your clothes to perfection,

You arrived early, looking at the huge court with furrowed brows and crudely covered dark circles, you weren’t able to get a wink of sleep last night,

Your mind couldn’t stop thinking of all the worst possible scenarios— What If you lost and went to jail? What if you were forced to sleep with a crazy cell mate? Sentenced to death? Having to use forks as hair brushes for the end of your days?!

A hand gently fell on your head, softly caressing your hair, you met scarlet eyes, beautiful eyes, the same shade as blood,

“Everything is going to be alright, I can assure you that, so please don’t worry your pretty little head over whatever you are thinking, will you promise me that?” You knew that voice, that was your lawyers voice, it was always so soothing to you, never was his voice rough or hoarse, it was always so warm and gentle..

You nodded, your worries calming down slightly, you weren’t expecting it but it sure was meaningful to you, you knew he was very.. Stoic most of the time, you liked to think he might have a soft spot for you, although the probability of that is probably non existent, oh how you were so so wrong.

The both of you entered the court, you were sweating buckets of sweat, pulling at your collar once in a while to try and freshen yourself up,

“Defendants please rise.” The judge called out, her voice strong and authoritative,

The both of you stood up, you were so nervous in the moment that you totally ignored Alejandro’s hand clasped around yours, his fingers intertwined tightly in between yours,

Alejandro was right, he was good, good was a massive understatement, he got evidence from places you didn’t even recognize, you had no idea if some of the documents had been falsified or not due to how legit they looked,

By the end of court you weren’t the one in cuffs, but the mother of the little boy, who had been taken into custody,

She yelled profanities at you, kicking and screaming at the police men to let her go,

Alejandro stood in front of you protectively, eyes narrowed into a glare, gaze as sharp as knives and glass shards,

You were so happy and relieved, weight had been lifted off your shoulders, you felt as if you were going to cry or happiness,

Your chest felt light as you hugged Alejandro, thanking him a million times over and over,

Had you overstepped boundaries? Maybe, Would Alejandro normally flip out and do something unseemly? If you were someone else, yes.

But it’s you, how could he deny you of something he had been wanting to do for a long time? How? So he wasn’t.

He deserved this too, he had gone through so much trouble to fake so much evidence to get that dirty bitch in jail, and you were willingly giving him his reward,

He basically threw himself on you, his arms over your head, he adjusted your arms on his waist, letting you hug him as close as you desired,

His face was close to your hair— so so close to you, he just had to smell you, just one second, please please please please please please.

He breathed in your scent, his eyes threatening to roll back into his head, you smelled so good, he knew his wife was in the audience but he couldn’t give less of a fuck,

Let her watch, let her see how he loved you so much more, he didn’t care anymore, he wasn’t going to hide it anymore, because it was true he had become so intimately infatuated with you he couldn’t even stand being a moment without you,

He had all he ever wanted right in his arms, and he didn’t care what he had to do to make you his, 

He didn’t care if he had to frame innocent people over and over again, he didn’t care if he had to make shady deals with hackers or mafia men, he will do crazy shit and get away with it!

If he had to let the world burn for you he would turn the world ablaze until only ash and cinder was left, only to light it on fire again over and over just to prove how much he loved you.

His eyes met his “wife”’s emerald like gaze, her eyes shining under light with jealousy, he knew she wanted to tear the both of you apart,

But he wouldn’t let her, as he would be the one ripping her to shreds this time around,

He will do anything and he means everything for you. 

He would do it all in your name. ♡