#oc Needy

[peapod20001]

If I drew them looking at me I would’ve died

[yanderedrabbles]

Sunk and Gone

Yandere! Gangster x Mafia Boss! Reader

Fluff, needy yandere, age difference, slightly suggestive content

He was just some dumb kid who played with fire.

Before he knew it, he was getting his ass kicked by the real deal, the big time guys.

He dropped your name out of pure desperation. He had no clue who you were really. He just wanted to save his own skin.

He never expected you to actually show up.

In your white tailored suit, you were like some mafioso guardian angel.

You tilted his chin up to face you and he couldn't bear to meet your eyes. You were goddamn terrifying.

"This little punk says he's one of mine?"

You lazily blew your cigar smoke into his face. It was black cherry, high class stuff. He can still remember the taste of it on his tongue, the way it made his whole body tingle.

He thought he was done for. You were probably gonna set your own guys on him for dropping names he had no business knowing.

He never expected you to save him.

His beat down gurus were cussing up a storm, saying he practically maimed one of their guys, he wouldn't even be able to walk for a week.

What bullshit. The most he did was give the guy a shiner before he was getting his own ass kicked.

You smiled at him then, like you knew exactly how much crap they were spewing.

You nodded and your guys threw a fat stack of cash on the table. All 100s. God, there must have been at least 5k just sitting there.

You hauled him to his feet and that's when he realised you were stronger than you looked too.

"Why?"

He barely even managed to ask that.

You were trying to light a new cigar and get back in your fancy car, but your lighter was just throwing up sparks.

He found himself reaching into his pocket and pulling out his shitty gas station lighter. He struck a flame and held it out to you.

You leaned in and caught his eyes for the second time that night. The flame was dancing in your eyes and you looked just like the devil.

He was sunk right then and there and he knew it.

He showed up outside your office everyday, waiting with his lighter clasped in his sweaty palm.

Everyday without fail, you would give him a chance to light one of your smokes for you.

"Don't you got someplace better to be kid?"

"No ma'am."

And he kept doing it, rain or shine or snow. On bad days, he'd bring his umbrella and unfurl it for you before you even stepped out of the car.

"You shouldn't keep hanging around kid. It ain't safe."

"I know ma'am."

He stayed, despite the dirty looks from the gangsters, despite the way they bumped into him hard enough to bruise. He stayed, stubborn as a goddamn mule, until you gave up on getting rid of him.

"I got a job for you kid."

"Anything you ask ma'am."

Oh he was a sucker for you. You had him hook, line and sinker without even trying.

And he worked hard. Running errands and then pushing drugs and then beating down the folks you set him loose on. There weren't any limits anymore, no line he wouldn't cross for you.

After a while, you let him in your guard rotation. And he was in bliss. He watched you constantly.

Hell, he couldn't take his eyes off you even if he wanted to. The capo himself said he was impressed with his diligence.

"Come here kid. You ever had oysters before?'

"No ma'am."

You were in one of your favourite restaurants, finishing up your meal and just drunk enough to have given yourself a pretty flush across your cheeks.

You made him lean toward you and gripped his chin before tilting the oyster into his mouth. It was salty and soft and his mind was going awful dirty awful fast.

After that he would order oysters whenever he could. He could almost feel your fingers on his skin when he ate them.

And soon he was part of your interrogation crew. His shirt sleeves rolled up and his forearms splattered with blood. He was putting on muscle now too and his punch hurt worse than a hammer to the face.

One unlucky son of a bitch made the mistake of insulting you right in front of him. God help him, when the anger cleared, the man's face was nothing more than pulp.

And you were watching him. One arm crossed under your breasts with the other balanced on it, a cigarette held up to your lips.

"You're a real good guard dog, you know that kid?"

"Thank you ma'am."

The next time you summoned him, you were in your office. Your heels were off and your legs were crossed, your stockings showing off the curves of your feet.

"Grab that pen for me."

It was on the floor under a side table and he had to get down on his knees to get it. When he moved to stand, you interrupted him.

"Don't get up. But bring it here."

"Yes ma'am."

He was grinning like a dog in heat. He put the pen in between his teeth and crawled on his hands and knees to you.

He sat at your feet like a goddamn puppy, his boner so fucking hard he thought it would rip through his trousers.

You cupped his chin in your palm and looked down at him. From down here, your legs looked a mile long and he wanted to lick every inch.

"You're such a loyal little thing, you know that?"

"Ysss mmm."

It was muffled because he still had that fucking pen in his mouth. And he was damn thankful for it too. Without something to bite onto, he was sure he'd actually be panting.

You took it carefully out of his mouth. A string of saliva followed it and you twitched your thumb across his lips to break the connection.

"Good boy."

You turned away from him, shaking the pen off a little and getting back to the books you were balancing.

He whimpered.

He actually fucking whimpered.

You smirked a little at that and shooed him away with one perfectly manicured hand. He dragged his feet walking out of there, his boner killing all higher thinking. Just hoping and praying you would call him back.

He turned to look at you before he closed the door. You had your face resting in one hand and you were tapping the pen against your lips with the other. Your eyes were entirely focused on your books.

And he felt it all over again. He was sunk - hook, line and sinker.

He was your loyal dog. Now and always.

[bouwbles]

kangel 🩷💙🩷

[stesannna]

[cheekinpermission]

Azul's just gonna pretend like none of that happened, huh?

(My Yuu is incredibly petty and will forever be bitter about having to share a room with Leona because of Azul snatching her dorm as collateral.)

Inspired by this line from the recent Tsumsted Wonderland event added under the cut <3

[klaus-littlestwolf]

Would you write another sub Klaus story where he is obsessed with having his face between the readers thighs?

It’s okay if not 🫶

Needy Little Boy-Klaus M.

Klaus had always been good at eating me out.

Good isn’t the right word, he was a God when it came to eating pussy, but once he began really allowing himself to descend fully into his headspace and be the Submissive boy he was meant to be, he became obsessed with shoving his face between my legs.

I was honestly a bit embarrassed about it at first as he was so persistent about doing it multiple times a day and not just in the evening when we escaped his family for our alone times. He found it completely crazy that I was embarrassed, confused as to why it was something to worry about at all

‘I wanna make my Mommy feel good, why is that wrong?’ He asked, pouting in a cute way that only Klaus could with those adorable chubby lips that I love so much.

‘It’s not wrong baby boy, Mommy’s just never had someone want to do that for me, let alone as often as you do. It’s just something to get accustomed to is all.’ I explained but he didn’t look like he understood.

‘Then other men are stupid, I want to make my Mommy cum on my tongue. You taste like Heaven and I love how your legs shake around my head, and how you pull my hair so good and the noises you make for me. I want you to put me on my knees all the time…’ he clearly loved being on his knees for me and it’s honestly not something I can in any way be upset about. He worked his way out of his seat slowly as if I wouldn’t notice if he didn’t move too fast, ending up in front of me again, laying his head on my thigh and waiting for my permission, knowing he’s not allowed to play with either himself or me without my permission. ‘Please Mommy?’

He always wanted it, like my clit was a substitute for a pacifier when he wasn’t in the mood for one and it was actually a sexy thought.

The reason we needed to have a rule that he can’t touch me without permission only came about because he couldn’t seem to keep himself from eating me out at times he should be doing other things, such as sleeping.

I was awoken to the feeling of a nearly painful orgasm ripping through my abdomen and as my eyes opened I quickly realized how overstimulated I was, my clit swollen and sore as I looked down, still half asleep, to see my Little Wolf crouched on the bed with my thighs on his shoulders as he laid on his stomach, feet hanging off the end of the bed with his tongue lapping up my cunt like his life depended on it. He was making the most obscene noises I had ever heard and I was torn between wanting to fuck him and wanting to spank him as I realized it was 2:43 in the morning.

‘Niklaus!’ I shouted and he gasped, jumping in fright as he looked up with a guilty expression on his face, a face that was soaked in my slick. ‘What do you think you’re doing?’ I questioned, reaching down and grabbing him by the hair, pulling him up to force him to crawl back to me.

‘I was making Mommy feel better-‘

‘I felt fine, I was sleeping.’ I spoke with a deadpanned expression.

‘No! No, you were wet and needy, I felt you grinding on my leg in your sleep so I made you feel better…3 times.’ I nodded slowly, taking in what he was saying before deciding on what to do, actually shocked that he was able to make me cum 3 times without me waking up.

‘Okay. I want to say that was a nice thing to do-‘ he nodded frantically but I shook my head back at him. ‘-except I can’t because it was completely self serving and you did it because you wanted to. I’m sad that I have to do this, because I actually enjoy the mornings I get to wake up with your sweet lips on me, but from now on you are no longer allowed to touch Mommy unless she says you can.’ His eyes went wide and he looked ready to explode.

‘Not Fair! I should be allowed to make my Mommy feel good whenever I want-‘

‘And you were allowed, but now you’re not because you took advantage of it, doing it while my baby boy should be getting a good nights sleep, and instead of taking care of me nicely once, you continued to do it until I became sore.’ He was about to argue again but his lips smacked shut when he took in the last part of what I said.

‘I made you sore?’ It wasn’t a big deal at all but Nik always hated causing me any kind of pain and I was happy to milk it this time.

‘Yes you did, Mommy’s pussy is sore and it’s because you are a greedy little boy.’ He whimpered, quickly moving to wrap his arms around me and snuggling into my neck.

‘I’m sorry Mommy, didn’t mean to make you hurt-‘

‘Calm down Nikky, I’m fine. You however, need to learn self control. From now on if you want to touch Mommy you need to ask.’ He pulled back, a desperate, upset look in his face.

‘I need to ask whenever I want to hug you?!’ I quickly shook my head in response to that.

‘Of course not Little Prince, only when you want to touch Mommy’s special places. You can hug me whenever you want, I would never make a rule against your snuggle time. That would be abuse, not discipline. My baby boy gets snuggle time whenever he wants, no matter what kind of punishment you’re enduring. Now, it’s time to go back to sleep, come here and snuggle Mommy like a good boy.’ He did as I said, me pulling the blankets up over us as he wrapped his larger body around mine like a weed.

‘Mommy?’ He mumbled and I hummed. ‘Can I suck?’ He asked and I hesitated, wanting to make it seem like I was considering saying “no” before smiling and pulling him closer. He tucked his head under my shirt and wrapped his lips around my nipple, content with his head residing under my shirt as it somehow made him feel more secure.

I couldn’t dislike how much he loved eating me out, especially because he was so incredibly good at it. He would have his mouth on me 24/7 if it was possible and even though I often turned him down (usually at public events when he tried to sneak me away) he was always ready to ask again.

Since becoming the little Sub that I knew Klaus was he had become a needy little slut right along with it and I adored that about him, and I would never wish it different.

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[alterici]

My OCs Lilith and Puck dressed up as Jennifer and Needy from Jennifer's Body.

Puck & Lilith is an ongoing queer erotica comic about a couple demon girls in love. If you're over 18, you can read it at patreon.com/alterici

[rigatonirules]

Very long overdue art dump featuring my random hyperfixactions + unnamed alien oc (о´∀`о)

[userexecution]

needy diva overload

[plaidpyjamas]

I wonder how the Yautja view depression (is there any canon evidence of them dealing with someone with depression? 👀)

Do they see it as a weakness? Or would you be thought of as more tough because you manage to fight off suicidal ideation and unpleasant symptoms all day every day, on top of functioning in the world? What about the days when you just.... can't? What would your yautja s/o do - would they do whatever they could to help you? Or would they leave you be, watching from a distance, until you got back on your feet?

Maybe one day, after a few days of being stuck in bed after an even worse couple of weeks, you wake up to a clean new skull on your bedside table. You'd been feeling a little extra sad with your partner gone (especially since you weren't sure where he was) but this gift puts a smile of your face for the first time in days. So he was on a hunt, off finding you a suitable trophy in an attempt to cheer you up. And it worked, if only a little. When you finally get up, wrapping yourself in a blanket and heading out to the kitchen, you see your Yautja there cooking something. Whatever it is it smells fantastic. You come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, stretching a bit to try and clasp your hands together. He huffs out a small laugh at your attempt and places a hand over yours. The two of you stand there in comfortable silence while your Yautja finishes cooking. You feel a bit better, for the time being.

[peapod20001]

I’m sure someone thinks she’s pretty

[yanderedrabbles]

pls!!! more yan gangster!! im begging!!!!!!😖

Yandere Ganster - Rainy Days

It's a miserable day to do collections. It's raining cats and dogs and the gutters are spilling onto the sidewalk. Everyone with sense is tucked away inside, except for him.

The butcher is his last stop and then he can finally head back to you. Maybe you'll ask him to sit with you infront of the fireplace or maybe he can bring you some hot coffee and...

It's criminal instinct that makes him duck when the bat comes swinging at his face.

It throws up sparks as the missed swing scrapes against the brick wall. He's already tossing his umbrella and rolling up, fists ready.

Three thugs, sporting a mean assortment of brass knuckles and metal baseball bats.

"Look at that, the bitch's guard dog," one sneers.

"How 'bout you just hand over that fat stack of collection money and we call it a day? What d'you say, pretty boy?" the speaker drags his bat across the sidewalk and the harsh rasp of it is almost louder than the rain.

Three against one and the alley traps him right in the center of them. He grins. Maybe if he comes back with a nasty bruise you'll kiss it better?

Tired of waiting for a reply, the first guy swings. But he's still too slow and Yandere! Gangster ducks under it and punches at his gut. The man falters for a second that's all he needs to grab the bat and yank it out of the guy's hands.

"Well, well..." He twirls the bat and pulls back for a vicious strike that hits the guy right in his throat. He goes down with an ugly gasping sound, clawing at his neck. "I'd call that a home-run."

The other two are more wary of him now and they back away, circling.

Personally, he thought the whole home-run thing was a pretty witty thing to say, if a bit inappropriate. He wonders if you'd have cracked a smile at it.

The thugs try and rush him all at once. One manages to land a punch on his cheekbone but he snaps the bat backwards into the guy's nose and he stumbles away, cursing.

The other guy is ready for him, his own bat braced to guard his face. So Yandere! Gangster pretends to swing and then steps under his guard, his switchblade already in his hand. The cut he leaves behind is deep and nasty.

Three down. Too easy.

His grin is fading now and there's a strange look to him that makes the thugs shiver. "Bitch, was it?"

When he's done, the rainwater runs with ribbons of thick blood that swirl in pinkish eddies down the gutter.

He's totally soaked and his umbrella is ruined too. Well... At least the blood won't stain.

He rubs his cheek as he walks home. Maybe you'll notice it and tell him what a great fighter he is?

.......

You lean your head on your hand and look at him. His shirt is almost transparent and clinging to the muscles of his chest. An angry red bruise is forming on his cheek.

The only sound is the soft plink-plink of water dripping from his clothes onto the marble floors.

"Sorry ma'am." He looks down, sheepish. "Ran into some trouble."

"Taken care of?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Good boy." You stand, bringing your brandy with you. "Come here."

You stand infront of the fireplace and point at your feet. He sits down carefully, aware of the small puddles left in his wake.

The fire warms him almost instantly. Cold, wet clothes are the most miserable thing in the world, he thinks. He's never going to take -

He jumps, his hands instinctively grabbing the towel you drape around his shoulders.

It's warm and he pulls it tighter around himself.

"Look at you..." you drawl, "You poor, soaked thing."

You gently work another towel through his hair. Your nails occasionally scrape his scalp and send shivers racing down his spine.

It takes a while before you're finally satisfied but when you stop, he can't help feeling an awful sense of disappointment.

You put a single finger under his chin and tilt his head up. His eyes are dazed and half-lidded. His skin is still cool to the touch and you click your tongue in irritation.

"You should know to take better care of yourself."

"Sorry ma'am."

You rest your brandy glass against his lips. There's a lipstick stain on the rim and he can taste the faint tang of cherries. He grins a little. Doesn't this practically count as a kiss?

The brandy touches his tongue and spreads a comforting fire down his throat. Is this what you taste like? Sharp and woody and under it all, just a little sweet?

You lean forward and slip your hand down his chest. He's sure you can feel the way his heart is pounding - do you realise what your touch does to him? Your lips are just a hair's breadth from his. For a second, he actually thinks you might kiss him.

Instead, you grab the envelope of collection money from his inner jacket pocket and pull it out.

He almost reaches out to stop you. Your touch is so warm, so perfect. Why are you taking it away after giving him such a small taste?

Thankfully, his brain kicks in and reminds him exactly how dangerous you are.

You tap the envelope against his cheek.

"You did good today, cucciolo."

Dimly, he realises that you called him puppy. And when you dismiss him with a casual wave, he jumps to obey just like a loyal dog should.

[enbyslutthings]

ready to please <3

[embarr-assment]

Hi, It's been a while, here's Desire bothering my fav

[cherryviscera]

🖤 good at overthinking with my heart ❤️

[nervetower]

yay