#submisive yandere

[immortalxrose]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 [ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ! ᴼᵐᵉᵍᵃ ˣ ᴼᵐᵉᵍᵃ! ᴹᵃˡᵉ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ]

summary; Paris Willaims has been stuck in the same world loop for years. 135 to be exact. It's always the same- he's the helpless omega who so desperately needs an alpha to save him. No matter how many times he tries to escape, he's always brought back. That is until you come along.

Warnings; Yandere themes and behaviors

Part one

ɴᴇxᴛ

[M/N] wasn’t all that shocked at the varied stares he received as soon as he walked onto the college campus. It was something he was used to, being as big as he was. He was tall (around 6’3), towering over the average alpha, with forearms and thighs as big as his head, and scars all over his body. His scent was also husky rather than the normal sweet, though he had been told before that it was still pleasant.

While the looks were uncomfortable, they weren’t unwarranted. He’s a giant of a man, the envy of many alphas, and the crush of many omegas. It’d been like that on the base as well. Many of his fellow soldiers (all alphas) refuse to acknowledge his presence due to their own insecurities. Many omegan civilian workers practically fell over themselves trying to get his attention. 

It got worse when he told them he was an omega; the sexist remarks, threats, and derogatory names. Thankfully, he met the required active duty when it started and left without regrets. The only reason he'd joined the army was for the free college anyway.

So yeah, [M/N] wasn't completely surprised by the stares.

He was thankful he'd studied the school's map beforehand; the campus, as beautiful as it was, was also massive. There were about 15 buildings, spread across about 30 acres of land. The courtyard was also insanely large; a few students sat on the lawn doing work or chatting with friends. 

He was early though, and didn’t feel like sitting on the grass, so he had to find something to do. “Now that I think about it, there's a cafe in the back of the library, right?” He muttered to himself. 

Walking around the campus, he could feel the lustful gazes from the omegas, practically eye fucking him shamelessly. It was disgusting and objectifying. The [h/c] male quickened his pace as he walked towards his destination. There were a few stares from alphas, many envious, though a few seemed to have the same ideas as the omegas. 

Thankfully, he made it to the library. After scanning his student ID, he went to the back of the library.

There sat a small cafeteria. Throughout the campus, there were 4 cafeterias. St. Mathias Library held a small cafeteria, mostly serving small snacks, beverages, and a few breakfast items. A few students sat around, sipping drinks or reading a book. Thanks to it being a library, it was silent, just what he wanted.

[M/N] went to the counter to order, purchasing just a small coffee and a sandwich. He didn’t get the chance to eat anything before leaving his dingy little apartment, and he didn’t care about the quality of the food. After all, he’d been in the army for 3 years. You won’t believe just how shit the food on base was. 

“Excuse me!” Someone came up beside him, their scent flowing out of them in waves. Their scent was likely sweet, or maybe a cup of French Vanilla? The [h/c] male turned to the voice and found a male omega with strawberry pink hair and heterochromia eyes, one light blue and the other green. He had a bright smile, cute freckles, and dimples for days. All in all, he was kind of…cute? “Are you a freshman?”

[M/N] blinked. “ Uhh, yeah.” 

The male’s smile widened. “So am I!” He chirped. The pink-haired male leaned closer, really close, and stared into [M/N]’s [e/c] eyes. It was like he was searching for something. Something the [h/c] male couldn’t understand. A silence stretched for what felt like hours before the barista called his name. He finally broke eye contact, allowing the [h/c] male to breathe. “So, what’s your name?” The omega spoke. 

[M/N] watched as the male grabbed a cup of pure black coffee, giving a small smile to the barista. He watched as the barista blushed, quickly racing to her coworker. Once she’d raced off, the omega looked back at him, still awaiting his answer. “[M/N] [L/N]. You?”

The omega smiled. “Paris! Paris Williams.” He took a sip of the drink, reveling in the taste. “What class do you first?”

The barista finally called [M/N]’s name, handing him his order with a smile. He nodded to her as he grabbed it. “English Comp.”

Paris suddenly gasps, grabbing onto [M/N] arm, causing him to spill some of his drink onto the counter. “So do I! With Professor Linden, right?” The [h/c] male nodded hesitantly, watching as the pink-haired male started bouncing on his heels. “I’m so glad I met someone from class! Now I have someone to talk to.”

[M/N] nodded. The way the pink-haired male looked at him was unsettling. Don’t get him wrong, the omega was cute and all, but the way his eyes stared at him was so…

Unnatural.

“Oh, let's go sit over there!” Before he could react, the omega dragged him to a booth seat. Somehow, the other can drag him away, having strength no normal omega should have. Especially considering the other was so much smaller than him (around 5’5). Though, he supposes it’s pretty hypocritical of him to think like that. Once they reached, the booth, the shorter shuffled his way into the plastic, cushioned seats that looked more like knives than a seat. Paris looked up at him with doe eyes as he patted the seat beside him. “Come on, sit!”

Alarm bells were going off inside his head, everything inside him telling him to approach, not to cave in. Yet, [M/N] found himself heeding the omegas call. He took place beside the other, nervously awaiting whatever conversation was to follow.

Paris doesn’t know why he did it. 

He had been trying to avoid bumping into that one pest from his unwanted harem. He had a strong feeling that his attempt would be successful this time; he’d done this exact thing 48 times before, allowing him to memorize their movement patterns and even where they might look. 

And he was successful. That is until he got to the cafe. 

That’s when he saw you. You stood in the front of the line, giving your order to the beta barista behind the counter. You were big, but not in a bad way. Broad shoulders, muscular arms, thighs big enough to crush his head. He could only see the back of your head, he could tell you were beautiful. He moved closer, absolutely mesmerized by just your look alone. 

Standing behind you was heavenly. Your scent wasn’t as vulgar or sweet as anyone he’d met on campus. He’d spent years getting used to and memorizing the scents of every student, no matter how important they were to the game. Yours was…different. Intoxicating.

He was in a trance as he stared at you. He watched as your muscles flexed and your legs bent as you moved forward. The way your hair flowed and moved in the light wind. Everything about you was perfect. 

And then you spoke. You spoke and your voice was like heaven to him. It was husky and hypnotic. He couldn’t even listen to your words. He felt his knees go weak at the sound of your voice. He could listen to it all day, listen to the husky and harsh undertones. His mind wandered to different scenarios, wondering how his name would sound falling from your lips. Fuck, he was getting addicted, and he didn’t even know your name.

You finally moved to the side after ordering. Paris stood at the counter next, quickly ordering a black coffee and paying. He honestly didn’t even pay attention to what he was doing. His body moved automatically towards you, his mouth moving to speak. “Excuse me!” You turn to him and he nearly collapsed. You were stunning. The way your [h/c] hair shaped your face, your hooded [e/c] eyes, even the scar that stretched from the corner of your lip to just underneath your left eye. Everything about you was just…alluring. He smiled at you. “Are you a freshman?”

You blinked, your eyelashes fluttering so beautifully. “Uhh, yeah.” Paris almost cooed at how nervous you sounded.

Your eyes briefly scanned over him, yet his omega thrilled at your attention. ‘Yes, look at me. Look at only me.’  “So am I!” He chirped. Leaning in, he took in your scent. He couldn’t tell if you were an omega or an alpha. Your scent gave nothing away about what you were, but he had a feeling that you weren’t an alpha. Omega then? Your existence in the game challenged everything he thought possible, so he wouldn’t be surprised if you were. The barista called his name for the order. Reluctantly, he looked away from you (though, not before he spotted the scar just under your left eye) and turned to the beta. He smiled tightly as he took his order. “So, what's your name?” He asked, hands now wrapped around the hot cup. Looking back at you, he watched as you stared at him. He wonders what's going through your mind as you look at him. Did you find him attractive? Creepy? 

“[M/N] [L/N]. You?”

[M/N]. What a beautiful name. He wondered how your name would sound falling from his lips as he moaned breathlessly under you. Or how his name would sound as you growled in his ear, tell him how good you feel, or how- 

Jesus, just how perverted is he? What are you turning him into?

“Paris! Paris Willaims.” He took a small sip of the coffee. Honestly, there was a time he never liked such a bitter drink. However, after 48 years, he did not care whether his drink tasted sweet or like absolute dirt. “What class do you have first?”

The barista finally called your name, holding your order with a smile. He didn’t like how your name fell from her lips, your hand brushed across hers as you took the order, or how she squealed once you turned away. “English Comp.”

The pink-haired male gasped. He had that class as well. “So do I!” Maybe the Gods of this game were giving him a break. Finally giving him reprieve. “With Professor Linden, right?” You slowly nodded, causing him to jump in joy. He didn’t even notice he had grabbed onto your hand until then. “I’m so glad I met someone from class! Now I have someone to talk to.”

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw the pest, the annoying alpha who haunted his dreams. The blond was steadily making his way over to the cafe, though it doesn’t seem like he’s taken notice of them. Shit. Paris looked around, hoping for some way to escape this. He did not want to go back to the game. He didn’t want to return to being trapped in the same boring game. Not when you were here.

“Oh, let's go sit over there!” There was an empty booth seat in a corner. He didn’t even give you a moment to reach before dragging you away. He was panicking. There was no way he’d let you slip through his fingers. 

He shifted into the seat, ignoring the feeling of the sharp, broken edges of the leather seats sliding against his thighs. ‘Terrible day to wear shorts, but it's too late to do anything about it now.’ He looked back at you, shuddering at how you stared down at him, your stature towering over him. You blinked at him again. He smiled, hoping his panic didn’t show on his face. “Come on, sit!” You seemed to hesitate, your eyes showing your uncertainty. Yet, it didn’t take you long before you finally sat down. Perfect.

[depraved-love]

Mattheo's Birthday

Ah ah ah the time has come! Our dear desperte yandere is a year older. So here's what his deiety gifts him. <3

TW: panty stealing, self hating and harming thoughts, wax play, burns

He doesn’t usually celebrate his birthday—he doesn’t see the need to—so imagine his surprise when he’s scavenging for something to add to his shrine on that day and stumbles upon something so perfect... He finds a pair of underwear with a tear on the side, probably the reason it was thrown out, but most importantly to him, it was worn. Oh, his deity must have known—they must have! Otherwise, they wouldn’t gift him such a perfect thing on this day.

He rushes home, and upon locking the door behind himself, he crumples in front of his shrine. It’s full of photos and relics of his beloved, but this must become the new centerpiece. "O-Oh, my beloved, you’re spoiling me..." An almost manic laugh rips from his chest, his eyes watery with pure euphoria at having something that was so utterly close to you. He brings the piece of clothing to his nose and breathes in your sweet scent. As it reaches his brain, an unwanted emotion stirs in him. Lust slowly takes over his mind, and his body stirs to life. "N-no, no, no, hehe... I’m not worthy, I’m not worthy..." The ache in his trousers is insistent though, and upon taking them off, he finds himself completely hard. "A-Ah, no, I’m such a dirty slut... so utterly dirty... I-I mustn't—" But his body has a stronger rule, and he starts carefully touching his aching appendage. His broken mind is screaming in protest, but his body just feels too good. Between his whiny moans, he manages to speak. "O-oh, forgive me, my dearest... look what you’re doing to me. I-I simply can’t not think about your perfection. Your godly voice, those hauntingly beautiful eyes, the scent, the body..." He holds the underwear close to himself, not daring to put it anywhere near his crotch for fear of dirtying it with his filthy pre-cum. "O-Oh my, I’m so disgusting... so filthy... I should just claw my skin open... to cleanse myself for you." As he approaches his peak, his eyes well up with even more tears, and just as he’s about to climax, he pulls slightly away and reaches for a candle. "T-this is for you, my love." He allows the hot wax to drip onto his twitching cock and howls in pain-pleasure. "F-for you, my love! My god!"

Upon coming down from his high of pain, he’s breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. With shaking hands, he places the underwear onto his shrine and kisses the picture. "T-Thank you, my darling... T-Thank you so, so, so much for your gift. Y-You truly made my birthday."

[bluetooththereptile]

Okay alright I know this sounds...weird...

But I wanted to know if someone likes to read a submissive yandere fanfic of ronan the accuser and reader, nothing nsfw of course, just the relationship dynamic of a over lord and his obsession. Cos boy this blue guy sounds so good!

[allurilove]

Yandere Boyfriend x you

Rated 18 + -- mature long (?) content!

Includes: Headcanons of possessive, obsessive, and perverted behavior, stalking, rough sex, pretty gender neutral, jealousy, hair pulling, handjobs, going on vacation with you.

*Thanks for all the love on the first post, and here’s a continuation! Here is the third part! It’s a much longer version, and he’s now referred to as “your boyfriend!” This is gonna be a long one, and then I'll take a bit of a break to write yandere priest! This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your wish became true, and now you have a boyfriend. He loves you immensely, and now that you two live together, he feels like his life is complete.

He never believed to see a more beautiful and attractive person than you. You have his heart and soul in your possession, all ready and willing for you to devour.

Take him, claim him, and he’ll be at your feet worshipping you forever.

He was stoked to be able to have access to your bedroom 24/7. It was like he struck gold as you shown him your newly decorated room. It felt surreal to be your roommate, and the fact that you two would be living under the same roof made it hard for him to control his urges. He knows he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t help himself. You were off to class, and his hand was on the doorknob. He slowly pulled the door back, and all of your clothes were revealed to him. He reached out and gently touched the fabric of your clothes, his hands feeling the smooth silk, or the fuzzy cotton shirt. He leaned in to sniff the closet, and your natural scent fills his nose. He sighed and he stepped in, he closed his eyes as your clothes enveloped him like a hug.

Your classmate slowly pulled down his pants, his face digging into your sweater as he kept inhaling the soft aroma from your fragrance. He had to keep himself busy somehow. He started to shuffle around the apartment, his pants pulled down to his feet and he looked like a penguin as he walked to the bathroom. He grabbed your towel you frequently used, and he sniffed that too. Your classmate began to rub himself, his fingers touching the outline of his manhood. It stood strong and proud, it was a bit heavy and sort of curved to the left. He used his free hand to start jerking himself off.

It was almost like a routine for him. He would wake up at the same time as you, watch you leave the house and wave goodbye, and then go back to your room to sleep. He soon began to grind onto your pillow. Or he would wrap himself in a little burrito with your covers.

You two had your great moments as "classmates", and had your little movie nights when you were done with class. You had a huge bucket of popcorn on your lap, and it was mixed with your favorite candy, with sweet and savory kernels as well. He would always grab for some when you did- just to brush his hand against yours.

While living with your classmate…he soon became your boyfriend. It sort of happened when you two got drunk and ended up making out in his bed. His lips were soft, his tongue swirled with yours, and he could taste the peach liquor.

Living with him was great: he frequently cleaned, always did the laundry, and he would steal a couple of your intimates. You almost caught him, and you could see the little fabric poking out of his pocket, but he had distracted you by pulling you to the bedroom.

You were getting a bit suspicious that he was at the apartment all the time, but he promised he just had online classes. He then started to be a Photoshop pro. He would create fake grades, and fake assignments he had to do, and he realized that it would be odd if he was available all the time. So, he actually had to sneak into campus and pretend he was a student there. His heart ached as he had to send "I'm actually busy and can't make it" text to you. Knowing damn well that he had nothing going on.

You two went on dates. He always took you out somewhere new, he never once wanted you to feel bored with him. He bought tickets to this stand up comedian you liked, and you both sat down onto your seats. It went well, literally too well. He grits his teeth as he hears another laugh from you. I mean c'mon, the comedian wasn’t that funny.

Now that he thinks about it… he doesn’t remember a time when he made you laugh like that. Even when he made notes of all the things you found hilarious. His eyes widened at the realization, and he started to doubt himself. Maybe he wasn’t even funny, no matter how hard he tried-- oh god!

You nudged him to see his reaction, his eyes were shining with love as he looked over to you, but he covered the lower half of his face. And he silently mouthed “Count your days” to the comedian.

He gripped onto his thighs, his eyes narrowing at the ground as he silently fumed. He didn’t want to seem overbearing, and you were having a good time, so he kept his thoughts to himself. You made fun of him that night. While you guys were walking back home, he frowned as you mocked his tense expression.

“Oh stop it.” He grumbled and he looked away. He looked so cute when he pouted, and he crossed his arms.

Though deep down, he liked that he made you smile. Even if you were laughing at him, it was still a win in his books. He sighed and decided to reel you in by wrapping his arm around your shoulder, and he brought you close.

You also got a lot of noise complaints. It was embarrassing to even bump into your neighbors when you left your apartment. They sent you nasty glares, eye rolls, and out right told you to keep it down. They thought you were a porn fein.

Your back arched as your boyfriend thrusted into you, and you held him tightly against you. Being with him was always passionate, he was ravenous and acted as if he had been starved of your warmth. He let out a loud groan. He also had the tendency to curse, the bed shook as he picked up the pace- the headboard repeatedly slammed into the wall. You also had to buy a new bed frame after he broke the other one.

He leaned down and he nibbled and nipped at your neck, he loved to leave hickeys and marks on you. His hands lifted your legs up and onto his shoulders, pressing your thighs to your chest. The bed creaks underneath your weight, and he reaches down to caress your flushed cheek.

When you saw him open his mouth to say something dirty, you quickly silenced it with your hand. He peered down curiously, his brow raised, and he tilted his head in confusion. You remind him to keep it down, and that the people next door will hear.

The next day: you hid yourself in a hoodie, running to the bus stop as you ignored your neighbors heckles.

After you were done with class, you two went to the gym to work out. You promised to help him build some muscles, and teach him how to run properly. He sometimes wished he didn’t have a dick. He listened to you explain some random machine, and he grabbed a towel to cover his crotch. You saw how he would nervously dart his eyes around, completely unable to look at you without drooling.

As a punishment, you got him to start running on the treadmill. He pants as you continued to speed up the machine, and sweat began to drip down his body.

"Are you trying to kill me?" Your boyfriend whined, and he had to keep pushing his body to the limits. "I thought you liked me..." He joked as he wiped the sweat off his neck.

When he missed you, he disguised himself when he would follow you around campus. He hid himself behind a bookshelf after he stalked you to the library. He lowered his shades to see what you were reading.

“Excuse me?” Another student tapped on his shoulder.

“Piss off.” Your boyfriend said curtly, and he slapped their hand off him. “Can’t you see that I’m busy?”

The student looked at him and then followed his line of sight. They were going to ask him to move so they could grab their book, but when they saw his flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, and his odd heavy breathing… they realized he was stalking you and was probably a creep. The student gulped, slowly backing away as they flagged down security.

You had to save your boyfriend from the arms of a buff man. It was almost funny to see your boyfriend get manhandled by security, his feet dangling off the ground, and he continued to say that the guard was embarrassing him.

Your boyfriend still kept in touch with your siblings, he actually grew to liking them, and when winter break came around, he followed you back home. He stepped inside the familiar house, and he greeted your parents first. He handed presents around to your family, and he quickly put on a white beard and red hat for the kids.

He genuinely started tweaking when he was introduced to your life long childhood friend, and ex. He forced a smile and his grip was tight as he shook your ex lovers hand. Your boyfriend continues to give your ex a sideways glare whenever they were near him, or when they would touch you, he would accidentally push them into the christmas tree.

He holds your hand during dinner, and conveniently turns away when your ex asked him pass the rolls. When you reach over to grab the basket for yourself, your boyfriend handed them to you immediately. His expression souring as you gave one to your ex too.

“I think they meant to give it to me.” Your boyfriend grunts, and he picks the bread off your exes plate and shoves it into his mouth.

You kicked him out of bed that night. He had to sleep on the tiny ottoman, it was either that or sleeping on the floor. But he refused to lay down where he couldn’t see you. He sulked, and his body curled up into a fetal position as he saw you sleeping comfortably on the bed.

Your boyfriend slowly unraveled his body and he prowled towards you. His face rubbed up against your thighs, and he murmured “I’m sorry” into your skin. His lips trailing up to your inner thigh. When you pull away, he rolled his eyes, and he flipped you over onto your stomach.

“Do you like your ex more than me? Is that it?” His voice is calm but you can hear the underlying irritation in it. “Do you get all hot and bothered when you think about them?”

“Do you think about them when you’re with me?” He yanked on your hair, and you wince as you feel a burn at your scalp.

He rubbed his sore cheek after you hit him, and you made him sit in the corner to reflect on his behavior. He sighs and he leans his head back onto the wall, his eyes glancing at your sleeping form. You did tell him he couldn't sleep on the bed, but was he going to listen...? He got up from his spot, and he tiptoed towards you, and he laid down next to you. He was successful until your eyes shot open and glared at him, he quickly slinks away in fear.

Your family decided to take you guys to the slopes. You were still mad at your boyfriend, but you helped him put on his clothes. You roughly zipped up his jacket, wrapped the scarf around his neck, and shoved him into the van. He did not like sitting next to your ex. The car ride was tense for him, and your boyfriend was nice to your parents and thanked them for bringing him along. He rolled his eyes as he heard your ex do the same-- damn copycat.

He awkwardly sat there, you were on his left, and your ex on his right. Your boyfriend stared out the window, occasionally making conversation with you, and when you guys came to the gas station to fill up the car- he couldn't wait to jump out.

Your boyfriend stared at the road as your parents pumped the gas into the vehicle, he stretched his limbs and he couldn't help but wonder how long it would take him to walk back home.... surely it wouldn't be that far. He didn't want to leave you with your psychotic ex. I mean, he didn't know for sure they were a nut case, but he liked to believe they were. However, he also didnt want to be here so... he pulled out his phone and he looked it up, damn. 15 hours?

"Thinking about running away?"

Your boyfriends body stiffened as he heard your ex's voice. He sighed heavily, and he turned around to see the person in front of him. He looked at them up and down... realizing they were wearing the same colors. They looked like they were matching. Fuck.

"You would like that wouldn't you?" Your boyfriend shoved past them and he walked inside the store to find you.

You were standing at the chips aisle, a couple of things already in your hands. Your boyfriend grabbed a beef jerky and made his way to you, his body behind yours, and he pressed himself against you. He kissed your cheek, and his hands rubbed your sides.

"Are you still mad at me?" He moped.

"Are you being nice to my friend?" You said back.

He stayed silent for a bit, contemplating what to say. I mean he could lie, but he decides not to. "I think you're asking a bit too much from me."

The rest of the car ride was silent. When you guys made it to the mountain he was shaking the entire time. He was cold, did not know how to ski, and he was stuck on the easiest slopes with the kids and beginner skiers. He flailed down the hill, he tumbled and rolled, and he crashed into a tree.

You helped him get back to the cabin after he got a concussion.

His body wasn't hurting too badly, and he whined and sniffled- really trying to make it seem he was sick. He loved the attention you were giving him, the light touch of your lips on his forehead, and when he convinced you to touch him down there, he was really happy. His back arches as you continued to move your hand underneath his pants, your thumb brushing against his tip.

"Ah~" Your boyfriend moaned. "Keep going..." his hips jerked up to meet your movements, his cock starting to twitch in your hand. His arousal formed in his stomach, before his cum finally leaked out of his member.

You shimmied his pants a bit lower and you licked his manhood, your tongue tasting the slightly salty and white fluid dripping down his length. The rest of the trip went smoothly. He would often pull you to the side to kiss you, he cooked alongside you, learned how to ski with you, learned how to knit a beanie, and of course his favorite... being intimate with you.

Your ex's room was right next door, and your boyfriend made sure to make you scream out his name every night, and vice versa. He loved to make a show of how much you two loved each other, and his hands were on your hips to help you ride him.

"So goood..." He babbled, his brows furrowed in pleasure, and he latched his lips onto your neck. "Keep ridin' me, I wanna see you lose it on my cock."

Your boyfriend was entranced with how you took him in easily, his dick disappearing into you, and felt you tighten around him. A deep growl vibrating from his throat. He plays with your nipples, pinching and he sucked on them. He twirls his tongue around your hardened nipple. When you came, he lapped up your nectar, and he kissed you.

It was soon becoming the end of your college years, and he started to panic. Especially when he heard you talking about how you're gonna walk on stage, or what you were going to wear. He panicked because he's a damn liar. He wouldn't be able to sneak his way into graduation, and it was time to come clean. He hoped you wouldn't leave him, or think he's crazy for following you across the world to be with you.

Allure: Hopefully this keeps y'all fed until I come back! Here’s the c.ai link: https://share.character.ai/Wv9R/ondwnvhr

[gunksh1t]

Holding a pretty boy's legs around my head as I eat him out until his boycunt is sore and he's made a mess on my face and he's breathless. Making him cum until he can barely speak and says my name like a prayer. Making him promise he'll stay all mine and all mine forever while his head is empty. Make him think of nothing but me and the pleasure only i can give him.

Pampering my boy like he deserves, sucking his fat, stubby tcock, feeling how perfect it is in my mouth. sloppily making out with his hole and drinking him up. Peppering kissed on his dick and thighs between orgasms.

Shallowly fucking his hole with my tongue until he's desperate and needy and bucking his hips all over again. Flattening my tongue against his lil dick and letting him ride my face until he cums again and drained himself out.

He's half asleep and still gripping my head between his legs, tiredly grinding into my mouth and he can barely take anything more but he feels so good he can't think of doing anything else and he's so pretty and sweet you don't wanna stop him.

[scap34]

gojo, sukuna, toji, ghost, könig, and anyone else you want <3

Men who are so used to pleasing you. You’d broken them in. Doesn’t matter where you were- in public, at home, the mall- you’d fuck him wherever you wanted. He’d complain and cry embarrassed, tears falling down his cheeks so prettily, but it wouldn’t take long until he’d be begging for more, whining for your cock, for more.

Men who are so used to submitting that at the slightest lust filled look you give him, he gets on his knees for you. You hadn’t even said until, your sweet puppy willingly gets on his knees looking up at you with that soft dependent expression. He may be bigger than you, but he sits on his heels like a good puppy for you. Men who whine when you call them a whore for being so needy. Flushing red, even as he reached for your cock. Ready to be fucked by you, wherever you wanted like the cock addicted slut he was.

[wisecura]

You Did What?

Kouhai Satoru Gojo x f!Senpai-Reader (age gap) 5k

an: this is apart of a request I got not too long ago for an arranged marriage with an age gap for my star bby Gojo. The second one is coming out very soon for the reversal (he's a bit older than you).

summary: Satoru Gojo was your over-the-top, unbearable, yet strangely endearing kouhai back in school. Maybe you were just a little too sweet to him, though, because now he's showing up at your door with a marriage proposal in hand.

MINORS DNI AFTER THIS POINT.

warnings: obsessive behaviors, noncon/dubcon, arranged marriage, power play, domineering subby, possessive behavior, small jealousy, implied stalking, fingering, popped cherries, he's a good boy, age gap, usage of the word 'little' (might be a lil belittling), minors DNI, not entirely heavily proofread

Life in Tokyo had been nothing short of abysmal.

Between the tiny, overpriced shoebox apartments and the always-packed streets, it wasn’t exactly the dream you'd had in mind. But hey, at least everything you needed was within walking distance. 

And yeah, you were always zipping out of town for work, trying to carve out your spot in the pecking order. Just 22, rocking your first real job and your own place, but your social life?

Nonexistent.

You could whine about it, but what's the point?

Whenever you caught up with old classmates, you’d play it cool, telling them you were out living it up, just so they wouldn’t worry. Pretty sure they were spinning the same tales to you. In your line of work, there’s not much room to be anything but selfless.

You kept in touch with a few underclassmen, especially the clingiest of them all—Satoru Gojo. Normally, you wouldn’t bother, you were several classes ahead of him, after all. He only graduated last summer, turned 19 in the winter, and then took over as the head of the Gojo clan that next summer.

But ever since you graduated, he’s been all over your lock screen, bombarding you with texts. A quiet day meant only getting 12 messages. In high school, he was just as clingy, but at least back then, he could just hang around you in person instead of blowing up your phone.

You’d think he’d have outgrown this by now, but nope—by noon today, you’ve already racked up 7 messages from him. It’s kind of cute, sometimes. But let’s be real, trying to get a boyfriend with Satoru always on your tail? Yeah, good luck with that.

The rain had been pounding relentlessly all evening, its steady drumming against the windows filling your tiny Tokyo apartment with a soothing rhythm. Wrapped in a blanket on the couch, you were finally relaxing when your phone buzzed for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.

You glanced at the screen. Another text from him. And another, and another-

Gojo: What are you up to?

Gojo: You never answered my last message. Did you fall asleep?

Gojo: Or maybe you’re ignoring me...again.

Gojo: That hurts, you know. I thought we were close.

With a sigh, you set the phone face down. Satoru Gojo, your overly attached kouhai from high school, had been this way since the day you met—clingy, needy, and always too much. He had always claimed you were the only one who could "handle" him.

And sure, you had a soft spot for him, maybe more than you should. But on days like today, his relentless need for attention was just too much. The knock at your door was abrupt, loud, and insistent, snapping you out of your thoughts. You stared at the door, hesitating, then your phone buzzed once more.

Gojo: I’m outside. Open up.

With a sigh, you dragged yourself off the couch. When you swung the door open, there stood Satoru, soaked to the bone. His normally fluffy white hair was slicked to his forehead, and water dripped from his clothes onto your floor.

“Satoru,” you exclaimed, startled. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you soaked?”

He waved a hand dismissively, stepping inside without waiting for an invite. You blinked at him. You should’ve expect this, but honestly he'd never been this forward. 

“You’re soaked! You're gonna catch a cold, you idiot.”

“Would you take care of me if I did?” he asked with a grin, but his voice somewhat off, was missing its usual upbeat playfulness. He took the towel you handed him but made no move to dry himself off, seemingly content to let you fret over him.

As you scanned him for any signs of injury, he watched you with an intensity that said he might just enjoy this concern a bit too much. Maybe he was hurt? But knowing him, that seemed unlikely—

“Seriously, Satoru, what are you doing here?” crossing your arms.

He flopped onto your couch as if he owned the place, his damp clothes leaving a wet spot. "Just wanted to see you," he said, his gaze flitting to yours before darting away.

“You’ve been texting me all day. You could’ve just waited for me to reply.”

He pouted, leaning back with a dramatic sigh. “You’re so mean to me. Do you really think I'm that annoying?”

You rolled your eyes. “You can be.”

"Rude," giving you a mock-offended look. Then, after a pause, "You've been busy, though...haven't you? Out a lot lately."

You froze, your mind racing to last week. Have you been out a lot? But then you remembered a few days back, when you’d gone on a casual date with someone. It hadn’t been anything serious, but you definitely hadn’t mentioned it to Satoru. Given his flair for the dramatic, he’d likely make a big deal out of it. How did he know you'd been out?

"Work," you said cautiously, watching his expression carefully. “Work,” he echoed, tilting his head as if considering your answer. “That’s it? No fun? No...extracurricular activities?”

“Extracurricular activities?”

“You know,” his tone light but his eyes pinning you, somewhat pouty. “Going out. Meeting people. Spending time with a special someone.”

Your stomach churned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He hummed, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, his damp hair falling into his eyes. “You’re a terrible liar, senpai. You always have been.”

“I’m not lying,” you said firmly, feeling your palms clam up.

“Really?” He grinned, but there was no humor in it. “Then why is it that I heard you’ve been seeing someone?” Your heart skipped a beat. “Who told you that?”

“It doesn’t matter, is it true?” You hesitated for a moment too long. “It is, isn’t it?” his voice dropping.

“It’s not a big deal,” you said quickly, not sure why you felt the need to explain yourself. “It was just one date. Nothing happened.”

“Nothing happened? So you went out with someone and didn’t think to tell me?”

“Why would I tell you?” 

“Because I care about you,” he said, rising abruptly. “Because I thought we were close.”

“We are, but that doesn’t mean I owe you every detail of my personal life,” you shot back. He took a step closer, his damp shoes squeaking against the floor. “It’s not about owing me. It’s about the fact that you’re mine.”

Your eyes widened, stunned those words even fell out of his mouth. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” his voice was trembling now—nervousness? borderline hysteria? Those possessive words had never spilled from his plush lips before, so you were left grappling with their sudden weight. “I’ve always been yours, senpai. And you’ve always been mine. We're best friends. We're the closest. I don’t care what you think. I don’t care what anyone else says. You’re mine.”

“Satoru, you’re being ridiculous,” you said, trying to step back, but he matched your movement, closing the distance.

“Am I?” he asked, his blue eyes wide and desperate. “You have no idea what it’s like. Having your best friend ignore you. Watching you go out with someone else. It’s killing me.”

Watching? “Satoru, you’re not thinking clearly—”

“I’ve never been more clear,” 

“Satoru.” Your mind raced, and you felt the need to put some distance between the two of you. Despite his obvious advantages in strength and size, he'd never given you reason to feel wary—until now. It felt like a mistake letting him into your home. “I...I think you should leave. We need some space, Satoru.” You couldn’t help but fold into yourself, the weight of the conversation draining you.

He paused, the room swallowed in a heavy silence. No words. No breaths. No footsteps. When you dared to look up, his face was crumpled, on the verge of tears. Surprising you even more.

"You’re...telling me to leave?" His voice came out softer than before, soothing yet tinged with desperation. "Why?"

Before you could muster an answer, he dropped to his knees in front of you, crawling closer as you backed up until you were pressed against the wall. He starred up at you, an urgency you've never seen from him before, pressing in on you. His hands gripped your waist tightly, his eyes—wide and pleading like a lost kicked puppy—locked onto yours.

"Please," he whispered, his gaze swimming with tears. tears. "Don’t make me leave. Don’t let someone else take you away from me. I’ll do anything. Just let me stay. Don't push me away."

"Satoru, get up," you said, your voice quivering, fingers trembling as you tried to push him away by pressing on his head. Yet, no matter how much you pushed, his hold remained firm, his strength undeniable. He was soaking the front of your clothes, and it felt very much like an overgrown puppy, coming in from outside.

"No," he murmured, burying his face against your stomach. "Not until you promise. Not until you say I can stay. Until you promise not to go out with anyone else."

“This is insane,” you managed, your hands unintentionally tangling in his soft, albeit wet hair. It was softer than you imagined. Focus—

He suddenly pulled you down with him, his grip unrelenting as you found yourself sinking to your knees in front of him. Now, he was so close, his face just inches from yours, towering over you, his expression a tangled web of desperation and a darker, unspoken plea. Your back was flush against the wall and you weren't sure what he was planning next.

"If you leave me," he said softly, his voice trembling, eyes wild and somewhat dazed. You weren't sure how space equated to you leaving him. You could see him frantically trying to piece the situation back together, the stakes seeming far more catastrophic than the words tumbling from his lips. "I'll make sure you regret it..." His confidence seemed to swell as he caught your wide-eyed stare, "You know I can-You know what I'm capable of."

Your blood ran cold. “Satoru...” a warning

"I don’t want to hurt you," he continued, tears now streaming down his face. He looked pathetic, begging there on his knees, letting out small hiccups with each terrifying sentence after the other. "But I can’t lose you. I can’t share you. Please, senpai. Just say yes. Tell me you won’t shut me out."

"Satoru, this is too much. You're overreacting. I just need some space—"

"Marry me." His eyes lost their frantic sheen, sharpening as they fixed on yours. His tone was firm, non-negotiable. "I’ll make you happy. I’ll give you everything.”

The rain outside roared, its sound blending with the rapid pounding of your heart. His request blindsided you, his words enveloping you, a suffocating, inescapable grip. He couldn't be serious. You two weren't even dating.

"Satoru, we aren't even dati—"

"That doesn't matter. I've always loved you. Even way back then. You've always been the only one on my mind." You gaped at him, stunned by the raw intensity of emotion from someone usually so untouchable. "I-I cant imagine being with anyone else, I need you." He whimpered, pushing into you like the overgrown puppy he was, overly excited to see their master. His head rested against your chest, looking up at you with a pout.

"I've been so good. I've waited so long. I-if anything, I deserve some praise." His words stumbled out, and there it was—the mighty Satoru Gojo, stuttering. He waited for a response, your mouth hanging open at the sheer audacity of this man. The whiplash hitting you quicker than the words. He looked so pitiful.

"P-please, please praise me," he said, a little more desperately, anxious under your flabbergasted stare.

You were definitely outmatched here. You've always had a soft spot for the blue-eyed sorcerer. It was one of the many reasons you gave him as much leeway as you did. As your hand gently came up to his hair, petting him, he practically purred under the touch, his eyes melting with affection. "I knew it."

"Satoru..." you began softly, and as if he could read your mind, knowing you were about to protest, he interrupted. "I'll do whatever you want. Be whoever you want."—"Sato—" "I'll buy you anything, we can go anywhere, live anywhere. I can support you, you won’t need to stay in this shitty apartment anymore—" "Wait a—" "I love you. I love you so much, I couldn’t stand that man touching you, please don’t ever do that again," his face twisted in pain at the mere thought. Your hands reached for his cheeks, gently coaxing his gaze back to you.

"Satoru, calm down." you tried to reason, your voice steady despite the turmoil inside. "I'm not sure if jumping into a marriage is the best idea right now. We need to talk about this more," you insisted, trying to temper the urgency in his eyes. "A marriage isn't just a contract—it's a lifetime commitment. I'm not sure if we're ready for that yet. You haven't even asked me out yet-"

But Satoru was relentless, his desperation clear. "I've already drafted the papers," he confessed, his tone suggesting he’d been planning this for some time. "I can send a formal request to the higher-ups—whenever I want."

The threat remained unspoken yet unmistakable—a solid recommendation from him, the new head of the Gojo clan—in need of an heir, would be near impossible to refuse without severe consequences. The reality of your situation weighed heavily on you. It was as if it was already decided. But why you?

"Satoru, listen to me," you pleaded, searching for some sign of understanding in his intense gaze. "What do you think this marriage would be? What do you even want from this?"

"You," he answered quickly, eagerness palpable. "Ill give you a life where you don't have to worry about money or security. I can give you a house, anywhere you want. Paris, New York, Tokyo—you name it." he's hugging you tighter at each insistence. "Satoru—"

"Luxuries, travel, whatever you want—designer clothes, fancy cars... I'm going to spoil you rotten," he whispered, his voice dripping with certainty, as if it were all already fated to be, the only concern being what next. "And it's not just about the material things—I mean, I'll be there too. Always. Anytime you call, I'll be there."

"You can't do that, Satoru," you countered, feeling the walls closing in as he all but confirmed he would shirk his very important responsibilities if you so asked.

"I will, if its for you. Please, baby. please." You can't deny the way your heart picked up at the unfamiliar pet name. It sent your heart racing, and your cheeks flushed—a reaction he caught and savored, his eyes lighting up, his head tilted, giving him a perfect view of your pretty red cheeks. His grip on you seemed to trail, his hands rubbing your sides.

"You're really serious about this, aren't you?" you questioned, your voice tinged with both disbelief and a creeping unease as Satoru nudged closer.

"Absolutely...my little wife," he murmured, his voice quivering with a concocted vulnerability as he slipped between your legs, still soaking wet. His presence was close, too close, his body heat mingling uncomfortably with yours. Your heart stutter again at the term.

"Satoru, that’s...that’s too much," you breathed out, feeling his hands settle on your hips, his grip firm yet gentle, as if claiming his place. He's pulling you impossibly closer, his hips between your own. You'd be lying if you said it wasn't turning you on, much to your own surprise. He was shocking you at every turn.

"Isn’t it better when it’s just the two of us?" he continued, his voice a needy whisper that made the hairs on the back of your neck stand. He leaned in, his breath warm against your neck, lips brushing your skin with feather-like kisses that trailed up towards your ear, sending shivers down your spine. "No distractions, no one else around. Just me and...my sweet little wife."

His words were laden with possessive desire as he continued his trail of soft kisses, now accompanied by long wet licks that striped across your neck. Your arms found their way around his muscular neck, and your legs instinctively clenched at his sides. His words making you dizzy.

"Y-you think you can make decisions for both of us like that?" you attempted to steady your voice, but it wavered under his touch and the tender assault of his lips.

"’m just trying to secure our happiness together," he insisted, his voice a whisper against your skin, full of confidence—yet pleading. "I know you care about me, deep down. You wouldn’t want to see me hurt, would you, wife?"

Those big eyes begging for your approval, especially when he sensed you might push back. A lovesick puppy.

"Satoru, listen—we really need to talk about boundaries," you insisted, trying to anchor the conversation despite the intoxicating closeness and the persuasive touch of his lips, which fluttered dangerously along the sensitive skin of your neck.

"Boundaries," he repeated, his voice a soft whimper, contemplative, as if he was trying to wrap his mind around the concept. His breath was warm against your skin, his lips pausing as if savoring the very idea. "Okay, we can talk boundaries...as long as they include me being this close." His tone deepened, desperately straining as he pressed closer, grinding into your achy cunt. The soft groan that slipped from him vibrated against your neck, coaxing a surprised whimper from your lips—a sound sweeter than he had ever imagined.

His eyes locked onto yours, reveling in every reaction he elicited from you. Though you weren't married yet, your body seemed to resonate perfectly with his touch, as if it knew him well. The marriage contract had been prepared long in advance, drafted the moment he graduated high school. He had always known you were the one for him. You were, in his eyes, made for him.

He didn't ease up, grinding his length into your clothed pussy, clawing out any reactions he could get, and feeding you his own. And lord was this man vocal.

You wouldn't have believed it if anyone told you—Satoru Gojo, revered as the strongest sorcerer of his generation, the prestigious heir to the Gojo clan, and the youngest prodigy to grace the hallways of Jujutsu Tech, reduced to a puddle of neediness. The type of man that screams top energy, is now rutting against you faster now—helplessly, a begging mess, calling you his "little wife" in a breathy, lovesick plea, so so desperate and clingy.

But you couldn't say anything about it, your leaky pussy was proof enough that you were no better. And the fact that you were so adamant that you weren't interested only moments ago only served to feed his ego.

"What boundaries did my little wife want to set?" His voice confident-damn near arrogantly possessive, as he all but solidified his hold over you, only for you to squirm under his words. He didn't seem to like that as he bit down on your collarbone, earning a sharp gasp from your panting lips.

Before you could wrap your head around the question, he pushed your legs up to your chest, thick fingers digging into the squish of your thighs, instantly knocking the air from your lungs. A mean mating press, and all he needed now was to fuck into you like he meant it. "Satoru—ha—hang on."

But oh-no he wasn't about to hang on, his hips delivered another punishing thrust in between your spread legs, leaving you stuttering out. Your hands that had been wrapped around his neck were now biting into the unfairly smooth expanse of his broad shoulders, leaving behind marks that would surely leave people staring.

Leaning close, his breath hot against your ear, he whispered, a shiver tracing down your spine, crunched up beneath him, "What was my little wife so worried about?" Your eyes proved to him that you were already gone, smothered by his thrusts, and if he were to remove your shorts, you were sure you'd be leaking a pool onto the floor. He cooed softly, his voice a mix of teasing and assurance, "I'll be a good boy. Now tell me, haah—what boundaries did you want to set?"

Beneath him, you trembled, each of your senses heightened by his proximity and the sheer intensity of his gaze, which now swept over you, taking in every reaction before meeting your eyes with a piercing look. "C'mon, pretty girl, tell me, tellme. tellme—" he urged, punctuating each plea with another deep thrust against your clothed cunt.

“Satoru—please—” you managed between labored breaths, each word as shaky as your body.

“Ooh! Hang on—I've got one—" You could feel his breath on your neck, voice dipping a more taunting note. "how about remaining faithful," His grip on you was aggressive and domineering, yet his tone carried a playful lilt. "See, now that's an easy one," You couldn't stop the whimper that rolled from your lips, each thrust forward sent a sharp press into your clit.

You couldn't make a solid thought if your life depended on it. The room spun a little, your mind foggy with need. You felt dangerously close to agreeing to just about anything he proposed, just to keep him moving.

"S-Satoru, please, don't stop," shameless. absolutely shameless.

“Haah, oh—my sweet little wife—‘m just trying to have a conversation—” He groaned as your nails dug deeper into his shoulders, a raw, primal groan rips out, sending shivers down your spine. “Aah, a conversation you wanted. So tell me what I can do for you.”

You can't move an inch as he slows his momentum down, leaving you reeling. You're panicking at the loss, eyes shooting wide as he firmly presses into you. "Or maybe," You felt the heat of his cock pressed against you, "how about a boundary that ensures every day starts with you under me like this?" Satoru's voice was husky, almost choked with his own arousal as he maintained that exasperatingly slow grind, each movement calculated to keep you right on the edge.

You couldn't muster a response, your mind was too clouded with the intoxicating blend of pleasure and frustration, gripping at him to keep going. His smirk was audible in his voice as he continued. "Hmm, not enough? What about...we never sleep apart, huh? Always tangled up like this—sounds perfect, right, wifey? Or do you prefer senpai?"

You felt yourself clench around nothing as you let out a string of needy huffs, eyes drunken, intoxicated on his heat. "And I think," he paused, his breath against your ear, "we should always say goodnight like this...no...we should always say goodnight with me deep inside this pretty pussy, claiming you as mine over and over. No more goodnights through phone screens, just this—"

One hand trails down between your legs, drifting across your sorely sensitive skin, before reaching the warmth beneath your shorts. You feel yourself buck up, but his grip on your other thigh has you restrained. He glides his large fingers along the edges, before dipping into under the fabric, finding his salvation, immediately. "Ahh-shit, you're soaked, baby," His voice was dense with pleasure, a hint of awe, a mix of wonder and satisfaction.

"Do these boundaries work for you?" he teased, fully aware that you were beyond the point of coherent speech, your responses physical, instinctive—your body arching towards him, desperately seeking to close the gap he controlled so teasingly.

His laughter, low and satisfied, resonated through the charged air between you, feeling as tangible as another stroke of his fingers. "I’ll take that as a yes," he murmured before finally relenting to the desperate pace your body craved, driving his fingers into you with a fervor that wiped all thoughts but his name from your mind.

Stretching, and so so thick, yet you so desperately craved for his fingers to curl into your sweet spot, your mewls and moans saturating the air, the debauched sounds from your leaky cunt dragging his eyes to watch as your juices coated his hand.

His eyes were locked on your squirming, messy form. Noticing every movement, learning and adapting his thrust to the motions that drew the most from you. Once he hit that sweet spot, you were out.

To him—this was a dream. A fantasy he'd always had, way back when he first met you.

Now you were soaking your shorts, so he did what any good husband would do and took them off of you. He marveled at the sight of your pretty cunt, glistening, slick pooling from you at a rapid pace. Calling to him. You looked so fucking tasty.

But he wanted more. So much more.

He wanted to fill his pretty little wife, full. Withdrawing his fingers (earning him a small growl from you), he pressed his hips forward, the fabric of his clothes barely containing him as he rubbed against you, his need clear and urgent. His fingers, dipping into his mouth, your taste dissolving onto his tongue, he moaned—"Baby, can I fill you up?" begging, voice guttural, raw, groveling, as he pulled himself free from the confines of his pants, stroking himself with a single hand. You strained to look at him, your legs blocking your view, but when you caught sight of it you nearly drooled. His plea was nothing short of a godsend at this moment, everything you were wanting and more, and that cock looked more than fucking delicious. Big and thick enough to rock your shit.

"Please, please I want more,—ngh—'

He lined himself up at your entrance, poking his fat tip an inch past your slit. The stretch was already a bit much, you really hadn't gotten much action, recently. Toys never cut it.

And just that tip had Satoru's mouth dropping open as he slid himself further, watching the magic act that was his disappearing cock into your tight heat. You deliriously blubbered incomprehensible sounds, begging to be filled, but he seemed so happy with taking his sweet time, savoring every second—every inch.

Once you were completely filled, he stilled for a moment, wearing you like a little cockwarmer, the stretch made you feral as you continue clawing his forearms, pathetically, words dripping from your lips frantically asking bawling at him to go faster.

"Ah, you take me so well." He hissed out, starring down at you with an almost obsessive gaze. "Gimme a second, baby, I needa minute, shit-s'feels sooooo good." He slouches into you, body shaky.

Your breathing is unsteady as he presses into the back of your cervix, poking through your belly. "Ah y'know, you're my first baby, saved myself all for you. All for this moment—" His words slewed together in a stupor, bucking slightly into you. Your eyes widen as you're about to comment, but he stops you with one quick ram of his hips, your head lolling back, mouth dangling open. The dude's fucking huge, hot as all hell, and you're the one who popped his cherry?

You feed into each other as he picks up his pace, clinging to you like a second skin, hips ramming into you with a speed that seemed unreal. Each thrust splitting you open like the very first, you just couldn't get used to him. He moans loudly into your ear, breathing becoming more and more labored as he reaches down to play with your clit.

"A-Ah shit—fuck, I'm gonna cum," his voice frustrated, wanting to last all night with you, but your tight cunt deemed otherwise. His fingers dug deeper into your skin, large welts already forming, "shit-shit, aah fuuuuckk-" spilling his load deep inside your womb, head pulled back, blissed out, twitching into you.

You can't help the way your mind stills, he pumped you full—theres so much, that his gooey cum spills out around the edges, trailing down between your crack, "aah shit baby." He seemed embarrassed, a flushed look on his face as he looked away and back shyly.

He thrust back in, his eyes locked on the way his cum oozed out around him, letting out his own whine. Your breathing stutters when he pushed back inside, your abused cervix aching. You hadn't cum, but damn were you close, and damn if you weren't sore. He rubs your nub again, feeling you clench around him, letting out a hiss, clearly overstimulated.

"You're losin' so much, wifey, how're you ever gonna be full when you're so wasteful," his eyes never leave your cunt, as he swirls his thumb over your clit, as you're left clawing to get away from him, the obsessed focus on your clit just too much. But you're still pinned. And he's still not done yet.

"S'ok baby, 'll give you more, yea?" He's mumbling the words, lost in the meal spread out in front of him. "Want you to cum all over my cock this time. Think you can do that for me?" He doesn't wait for a response as he's hardening up once again, and you think his stamina is fucking impeccable. His own words, nasty for a beginner, but only serving to egg him on.

Once again he's picking back the brutal pace, his cum mixing with the thin pool of your syrupy slick, the loud squelches back in full force. He's lost again, his head buried in your neck now, leaving large dark purple hickies, a hand clenching that back of your neck, devouring you like a fucking rotisserie chicken. You do him one better, your claws sinking deep into his back, each thrust blanking your mind as his fingers continue at your clit.

He angles his dick upwards—just slightly, grazing that upper spot that has you seeing stars, you're pants come out frantic now, pussy clamping, so so close to release. "Cum for me baby? Gonna coat this cock? Mark me up, baby—mark up your husband—" His words have you finishing, an electric current zapping through you, leaving you lit like a live wire. His fingers are punishing, a reminder of his words, his words a reminder of your place in his life, and you find yourself over-satiated.

Squirming to get him to stop, then begging when it he ignored it. Your pleas fell on deaf ears, his thrusts seeking his second release into your tight little pussy, your little begs only speeding him up as he let out another guttural moan, teeth sinking into the crook of your neck, no doubt breaking skin. His cum, hot, burning—as you gushed around him, your pussy pulsating at every movement. His heaving never let up as he kept himself buried deep inside of you.

"Fuck, I love you so much."

come home

[crimsonteaaddict]

Delulu Yandere!Werewolf!Boyfriend who wants nothing more than to put his pups in his Male!Darling

Yandere!Werewolf!boyfriend who wants to get you pregnant so bad even though you can’t get pregnant and don’t have the facilities to become pregnant.

Werewolf!boyfriend who in or out of rut will pound into your whole repeatedly filling it for hours at a time whining about how he’s gonna put his pups in you.

Since you know that it’s not possible and despite trying to tell him when he wasn’t mating with you, the news only causing him to become pouty mumbling about how his mate doesn’t want his pups.

You can try and explain that your a man as much as you want, but he’ll simply agree that you are his man and his soon to be pregnant wife. Werewolves don’t actually do marriage, they just mate, so this belief that you were his wife came from the fact that you were recently reading a book where the small mate like protagonist got married and became a wife. Or at least that’s the conclusion he got from hearing about the romance from you. This will cause werewolf boyfriend to equate mate to wife, so good luck trying to tell him you’re not really a woman or married.

Werewolf!boyfriend will become very upset if enough time goes without a pup taking root in you. But not at you. No the big dope would begin pouting and questioning if he was a good enough mate.

It’s best if you do something quick, faking a pregnancy isn’t viable as depending on how delusional Werewolf!boyfriend is he may or may not write off the lack of change in your scent. If he doesn’t expect him to believe you don’t want his babies, and also expect him to chain you too his bed and begin feeding you all kinds of stuff meant to help you get pregnant.

If you choose to go a different route like leaving your cabin in the woods to go find the nice witch in the forest to help you, you’d have to do this quickly and in the hour or two werewolf!boyfriend is out hunting. This method would be successful as you would become able to carry his children.

Or better yet what if you do none of this and after a few months Werewolf!boyfriend seems to be trying to seed you less and is instead doting on you. He has suddenly begun shoving his nose to your neck every time he enters the same room as you and has somehow found a way to lessen the time you spend not in holding vicinity.

Werewolf!boyfriend has begun bringing back twice the hunt to feed you, and eventually mutter something complaining about how long it took his sperm to prepare your body.

Don’t worry you aren’t in for nine months of hell, luckily unluckily the werewolf pup gestation period is much shorter.

[archangel-1]

Who's my good boy?

[immortalxrose]

𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞 [ʸᵃⁿᵈᵉʳᵉ! ᴼᵐᵉᵍᵃ ˣ ᴼᵐᵉᵍᵃ! ᴹᵃˡᵉ ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ]

summary; Paris Willaims has been stuck in the same world loop for years. 135 to be exact. It's always the same- he's the helpless omega who so desperately needs an alpha to save him. No matter how many times he tries to escape, he's always brought back. That is until you come along.

Warnings; Yandere themes and behaviors.

Notes; Sorry this took so long! Updates might be a bit slow since school has started back up. Also, I am very sorry that this is a bit shorter than the last.

Part Two

ᴘʀᴇᴠ ɴᴇxᴛ

It's been two months since the semester started, and Midterms were just around the corner. [M/N] had been cruising through his classes so far, so he wasn't worried about how he'd do. Most of his classes were just gen ed, all freshman-level and fairly simple. It also paid to be smart.

[M/N] was heading to the library for a study group. Listen, he's smart, but he isn't smart smart. Plus, it's a math class. Say what you will, but math is absolute hell.

“[M/N]!” Paris’ voice called out across the busy campus. The [h/c] male looked back as the pink-haired male ran towards him with the same bright smile. The shorter omega wore a green turtleneck, tight jeans, and black platform boots. [M/N] was shocked by how much effort the shorter omega kept putting into his outfits. [M/N] himself had already given up on the whole ‘dress nice’ thing instead of opting for some sweatpants and hoodies. Look, he isn’t going to get all dressed up just for class, especially since he’s spending hours sitting.

[M/N] stared down at the omega approaching, feeling himself smile at the other's welcoming grin. Paris was a very determined omega and somehow weaseled his way into [M/N] life. The pink-haired omega was resilient, refusing to take no for an answer. It was annoying initially, but the other persisted and somehow became what many would consider a friend.

“What are you going here? Your classes don’t start till 2, right?” The shorter male tilted his head, looking up at him with that stupidly adorable look.

[M/N] nodded. “Just here for a study group.”

"Oh. For what class?"

"Math."

Paris grimaced. "Ew."

[M/N] laughed. He held the same sentiment, honestly.

Paris smiled just slightly. He looked at the taller omega with a strange glint in his eyes.

Suddenly, a burning feeling was at the back of [M/N]'s head. He could sense someone approaching, smelling them before he could see them. It was a vulgar scent, reminding him of lit cigars. He looked behind him to see an alpha walking towards them, likely a few inches shorter than him. Something was telling him this experience wasn't going to be fun.

Paris grabbed onto his hoodie sleeve to look behind him. "What are you-" Hr froze, watching in horror as the alpha grew near. He buried his face into [M/N]’s side, his body trembling. His pheromones grew sour. A small whimper left his lips, startling the [h/c] omega.

[M/N] placed a hand on Paris’s back. “Are you ok? Do you know him?”

The omega nodded frighteningly. “He…” The alpha grew nearer, and the omega buried his face farther into the taller side. He continued to speak, his voice muffled. “He’s one of the…alpha’s I told you about.”

[M/N]’s eyes widened. Since the start of the semester, Paris had come to him, complaining about a group of alphas, six to be exact, all trying to court him. He’d refuse multiple times, even going so far as to decline one of them publicly. Yet they were frighteningly persistent. They continued to pursue and court Paris. One of them even went so far as to try to follow the omega back to his dorm. Luckily, [M/N] had been returning to his apartment when the pink-haired male asked him to walk him home.

[M/N] looked back up just as the alpha stood before them. The alpha’s scent began to pour out of him in waves, attempting to get the [h/c] male to back down. But, spending 3 years in an alpha-riddled military base, you don't easily submit just because of some random alpha. “Do you need something?” The alpha ignored him, his gaze stuck on Paris. [M/N] gritted his teeth. “If you're just going to stand here and stink up the place with your scent, then you can leave.”

Shit. 

Paris panicked as the pest grew nearer. He felt sick as the alpha’s scent surrounded him. Nausea settled into his stomach as the scent of cigars penetrated his nose. His legs felt weak as he buried his face in your side. ‘No, no, nonononononono, NO!’ His whole body shook, his scent turning sour with fear. 

His thoughts weren’t on his own safely, honestly. He knew the alphas wouldn’t dare harm him. Their affection for him was too high for them even to try. And even if they decided to try anything, he’s learned to carry two pocket knives, anyway. No, he was worried about you. He knew you could probably protect yourself. You were big and much stronger than him. But these pests were terrifying, even to him. And he’s had years to get used to them.

When he peeked up at you, he was astonished at how calm you looked. You were around 3 inches taller than the pest, yet you practically towered over him. You stood unwavering before the alpha, hardly deterred by the wretched scent. For whatever reason, he expected you to cower and submit. At least, that’s how everyone reacted to the alpha, regardless of secondary gender. 

The pest, Cole, if his memory serves him right, was the next head of a rather influential and dominant family. They trained him to stand above everyone else from a young age. He has great control over his scent and how to make others fall to their knees. 

Yet you didn’t even bat an eye. 

Instead, you stood before the alpha, gently pushing Paris behind you to shield him from the alpha’s gaze. Paris let out a startled gasp at your actions. His grip on your sweater loosened slightly. He quickly looked up and stared at the back of your head. You were…protecting him? He hadn’t expected this. Perhaps it was the effect of the game, yet he’d been used to everyone blatantly ignoring his pleas for help. Even when it was obvious how uncomfortable he was, no one paid attention to him, whether friend or foe.

Yet here you are, protecting. He watched as you stared down Cole. Your actions only solidified his theory that you were not a part of this game. Your existence and actions did not fit in this game. You were made just for him.

He let out a silent chirp as he snuggled into your back. ‘My mate’s protecting me,’ his thoughts raced as his fingers curled around the soft cloth of your sweater. He pressed his nose against your back, inhaling your scent. His body calmed as he began to purr. 

[M/N] stared down at the alpha, his gaze hard and filled with anger. These types of alphas are the ones he despises. The ones that think they have power over everyone just because they're an alpha. The ones that think everyone should submit to them. [M/N] has had years to get used to alphas like this. He’s also had years to force them on their knees and submit them. 

The alpha’s eyes were on him now, a snarl on his face. “How dare you speak to me like that, beta?” [M/N] huffed out a laugh. So the bastard thinks he’s a beta. This will be fun. The alpha continued. “You should never come between an alpha and his omega.”

[M/N] smirked at the absolute audacity. “Your omega? As far as I know, this omega doesn’t belong to anyone.”

The alpha snarled, his scent growing increasingly heavier as anger flickered in his eyes. His scent was beginning to attract the attention of others on campus. Crowds began to form around them, and whispers surrounded them as people pulled out their phones to record. It made him uncomfortable, knowing they would rather stand by and watch. Absentmindedly, [M/N] wondered if his study group had already started.

The alpha, however, puffed out his chest at the newfound attention. Despite the height difference, the alpha attempted to intimidate the ex-veteran. He poured out more of his vulgar scent in his weak attempts. “Do you even know who I am? I’d advise you to watch your tone.”

The [h/c] omega recoiled. What kind of stereotypical rich kid shit is this? [M/N]’s eyebrow twitched. His arm reached back, landing on Paris’s back, and feeling the omega purring “I couldn't care less if you Jesus Christ himself. You and your little gang of friends have been harassing and stalking my friend.” The alpha bristled. [M/N] continued before he had the chance to reply. “It’s fucking disgusting for you all to keep harassing him, even after he rejected your advances. You know that’s how you get a restraining order, or, better yet, a harassment charge.”

The alpha’s face fell as a snarl overcame his features. “You!” The surrounding people gasped, some laughing at the alpha’s ugly face. The male’s face grew red with rage. “You have no reason to speak to me like that! You're just some lowly beta, you have no right to come between this!” The man suddenly stepped forward, his fist clenched and raised in some intimidation tacit. He suddenly smirked. “Someone needs to put you in your place.”

Predictably, the alpha swung his fist toward his face. [M/N] quickly grabbed the man's fist. The alpha’s strength could hardly compare to his. [E/C] eyes met dark brown eyes as the omega squeezed. 

The alpha screamed, his other hand shooting up in a pathetic attempt to pry [M/N]’s fingers off. His knees started to collapse into themselves as he folded in pain. Seconds passed as the alpha cried, completely humiliating himself in front of the entire campus. Everyone stared, their whispers ranging from the alpha’s pathetic state to the supposed beta’s strength. [M/N] stood towering over the withering alpha, his gaze devoid of emotions.

It reminded him of the times when he’d had to prove himself to the alphas on base. The alphas who acted all high and mighty, only to end up sobbing at his feet for mercy. 

[M/N] finally relented, letting the alpha’s still-clenched fist go. The poor man fell to his knees, holding his now bleeding fist as he sobbed. His nails must have dug deep into the palm of his hand for blood to spill. Regardless, [M/N] just watched the depressing scene without a lick of remorse.

Everyone watched the scene with interest. Their phones set off, clicking pictures and taking videos of the scene. Their whispers and jeers circulated the air. [M/N] hummed in satisfaction. “I wonder…” He drawled, bending down just low enough to reach the alpha’s ear, yet loud enough for any students close enough to hear. “How does it feel to get your ass handed to you by an omega?”

[gunksh1t]

Being hushed as you sob and he keeps you sensitive, on edge. Grinding up into your core, helping you ride out each orgasm before edging you into another. Slowly getting rougher and rougher until he's pounding into your sore hole, petting your hair and kissing away tears as all you can do is cry and whine at him, already knowing it won't stop until he's satisfied and you're exhausted. Squirming on his lap but he holds you down and fills you up over and over again and you feel too full and it's all too much, you can't help the new rush of tears. Yet still you can't help bucking your hips, eager to please as he starts up again.

He keeps you plugged and full, and uses you as much as he wants until your face is a mess of tears and drool. All you can do is gasp around the fingers he shoved in your mouth to shut you up. 

[cazionfhey]

i wanna be someones cute little camboy ಢ‸ಢ ⟡˙⋆

[allurilove]

Yandere Neighbor x you.

Yandere Neighbor | I see you. ˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚

rated 18+ — mature short content! includes: voyeurism (?), male masturbation

Over the next few days the hallways were filled with boxes, marked with numbers and tiny little unreadable sentences.

You were nice. You walked around them each time, never once making a fuss… despite how some of the boxes blocked your door.

They were heavy. Jesus, what was in them? You groaned as you picked one of them up.

The bottom of the cardboard was soggy, and whatever the wet substance was, it soaked through.

“I got it! I got it.” A man took the box from you and he smiles. “I’m very sorry.” He chuckles and he carried it in one hand, tiny bandages covering his pink knuckles.

“I’m…”

And that was the first time you met your new next door neighbor. What you didn’t know… was how often he seemed to watch you. He was pressed right up against your door, his nails digging into the frame as he tried to breathe quietly.

One eye closed. One eye opened. He peered into the peephole, his mouth salivating at the sight of you laying in your bed. You weren’t a clean person, some of your clothes and sheets were on the floor. That was okay though, soon enough he’ll properly introduce himself, and he could clean your apartment for you.

Oh that would be the dream.

You and him. One apartment, and in one bed.

All you had to do was to sit still and look pretty. He would handle everything. Cleaning, cooking, the laundry, and all the handyman shit-- he could do it all.

He could bring satisfaction to your life and make it easier—in fact, he will whether you like it or not.

He audibly groaned as you tossed and turned in bed, exposing a bit of yourself in the process. You wore the tiniest and tightest shorts, and the materials clung to your thighs. He took a bit of a step back to look at the damage you have done to him, his eyes darting down to the bulge in his pants and he looked around. He doesn't hear much... not a person in sight as well. It might be risky, but fuck.

He palmed himself through his denim jeans, and he had to bite down on his lip to keep himself quiet... his heart was pumping, and his eyes were glazed over. He watched you turn your phone on, the light from the screen illuminating your face and his body shuddered as he saw your cute smile.

"..please--" He let out a little whimper, a deep noise coming from the back of his throat. His breath hitched, and his back was hunched over as his hand worked to free his dick.

He already had a little wet spot on his boxers, and he didn't want to make a big mess but... he lived right next door so it should be fine. His hips jerked as he pretended his hand was your mouth, he imagined how warm it would be, and how gorgeous you would look.

He wouldn't admit it, but he wanted you to boss him around. Slap him, choke him, ride him, chain him... whatever your pretty little heart desired--oh he would do it.

He got down on his knees, his nose sniffing the doorknob in any chance it had your scent. Frustrated that it doesn't, he continued to pump himself, gripping a bit harder as his tongue licked the cool metal. Your hand touched it. Your hand did. He couldn't care less about the germs.

"yes yes yes yes--" He chanted as he felt his end was near. He needed to be close to you, and he bent down to the welcome mat. He buried his nose and he took a deep inhale. His brows were furrowed, his jaw was tense and the muscles in his arms were tight.

He wanted to make this last. But just the thought of you made him cum quick. He softly moaned as the tension left his body, white little substance dripping onto your welcome mat. When he softened, he put it away, zipping his pants up and getting up from his knees.

He held the wall for support and hobbled his way over to his house. He would come back soon, that's for sure. Next time...with a couple of roses and a question.

C.AI LINK: coming soon...

Allure: I have not been writing a lot, so this might be rough. I don't usually even write stuff like this, but it's for a bot that is coming soon on C.AI--character ai! This is just a little intro.

[gunksh1t]

Being edged over and over as they keep fucking into you and bringing you to the brink of cumming before suddenly pulling out and refusing to touch you just as you're about to cum. Giggling at your pathetic whines and watching you desperately hump the air.

All you can do is beg and sob as they repeat it over and over until your thighs are shaking and your face is mess of tears with your eyes rolled back and your head is fuzzy and you can't think about anything except how badly you need to cum and how achy your hole is yet it feels so good;

"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"

Letting out a squeal when they suddenly slap your hole, gasping with each slap until you're throbbing and squirming. A fresh rush of tears spilling onto your cheeks as you shake and moan.

"Pretty baby, don't you know that good little toys don't talk?"

[marejuka]

Need a guy like him ♥︎