#tw dom/sub

[anantaru]

dom kazuha w a shy reader 💤

cw. rough, dom! kazuha, fem! reader

"you will speak to me upfront." kazuha purposefully selects each of his words with uttermost rigorousness and delicately lifts the last piece of silken garment off your shifting frame, "and i need you to voice any form of discomfort." — this beclouded stage did the most to you, but he was the cause of your current nebulous state, distinctly when you had unveiled the biting shivers spouting down the rills of your spine, viewable in the chilly and dimmed room.

your name easily slips from his twisted tongue— and his undeviating eyes? how could they possibly linger with an equivalent amount of fixed kindness and immovable desire above your shyness helplessly encasing your stripped body with your arms sealing around your chest.

kazuha's eyes were closely guarding down your every sore, unhidden muscle and exploring the unmasked reactions of nothing but his damned voice and his leaking tip slowly bottoming into you. It has to be unreal in some way— on how mouth watering well he felt in you, how warm and impossibly dominating that you couldn't stop yourself from squeezing around his shaft.

with his palms clasped around your knees, he was shoveling your legs further apart, pin pointing you into the mattress to the point you were squished without allowing you to breathe in an errorless manner.

damn this position and its graven side effects of turning you so sensitive, or soaking him all the way to his lower area with your messy cunt battered in his arousal, "my love." kazuha sings in a broken taunt and piercingly hits his hips so wild into you that it had the clapping connection of skin against skin hammer through the entire room, "i will not stop unless you tell me to." he finds the sound of you mewling out his name in wails and cries appealing— so, he does it again, harder, hard enough to have your tits bounce back and forth when your walls greedily try to keep him in, just a bit to keep yourself full and heavy of his girth.

the deep pounding of his cock reached those precise places, but you were gluttonous of his rough rubs and thrusts, most evidently, it had to be the sudden death of your rational thoughts now.

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[swampstew]

Raven's Halloween Party

Summary: Halloween parties are only fun if you try and summon real ghosts, especially if you're really really drunk.

Warnings: Spicy! Modern One Piece AU Raven throws another Halloween Party! Let this be a warning to not drink and summon demons, play responsibly ~ Eustass Kid X Female Monster Reader, drinking, ouija board playing/summoning, risky sex, oral (Eustass receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, facial spray and play, cum eating, all the cum play, bit of degradation/name calling, dom reader pretty much. Word Count: 3.3K

Succubus – a demon entity known as one who wanders the Earth that are attracted to and use men. Since Succubi need semen on to thrive, they form a bond with a man after seducing and sleeping with them repeatedly to solidify the bond, in exchange for semen, the Succubus cannot harm, maim or kill the man. The most common way that Succubus find their prey is through dreams, however, on occasion, they can be summoned through other means.

“I ain’t a pussy! Let’s fucking summon a demon or some shit,” Eustass Kid drunkenly shouted in the middle of the Halloween party he was at.

Killer, Wire, Heat and Law all looked at Kid incredulously. No one had called him a pussy and the conversation was brought upon by Law asking the crew if they believed in ghosts. The costumed crowd dispersed around the group and only a few people remained.

Kid yanked off his metal helmet and shook his head, spraying sweat on Killer and Heat. His red hair stuck in clumps but he didn’t seem to care, putting his costume accessories on the floor and shot gunned his beer.

“So what the fuck are we waiting for?”

The party hostess wearing a rose gold witch costume gave them an old Ouija board and some texts she had on occult topics, told the group to have fun and if they left the room in any state of chaos, she would personally beat the shit out of each and every one of them. And they would owe her cleaning and repair costs.

“Why ya leavin’ – ain’t you a witch?” Kid yelled out before she closed the door.

“My magic is not performative and I don’t do summoning’s with drunken idiots. When you’re sober, we can talk,” she simply responded before flouncing out of the room. The sound of music was raised and they could hear the party getting lively again.

Kid shrugged his shoulders and held up the case of beer he pulled from the kitchen, walking towards the group at the round table. The group consisted of Kid, Killer, Wire, Heat, Law, Sanji, Zoro, Franky, Robin, Perona, and Bartolomeo. The Ouija board sat in the middle with the books stacked neatly beside, a large black candle on a tall candelabra dimly lit the room, but it gave enough light to see the board and each other’s faces.

“Can we all agree to play with honor? No fucking around with the planchette?” Law looked around the table but his eyes lingered on Kid.

“Fuck off, not gonna try nothin!” Kid scoffed, crushing a beer can. To seal the truce, everyone shot gunned a beer and Kid complained he wouldn’t do the ‘demon bullshit’ without a drink in hand. In both hands he brought back another double pack of beer and bottle of liquor.

“Gee Kid, hope you’re not compensating for anything,” Killer dryly said, his arms crossed over his bare torso as the leaves stuck to his body did nothing for the crisp temperature.

With an annoyed pout, Perona shrugged off her fuzzy overcoat from her villainess costume but Franky put up a hand to stop her. He took off his overly large coat and handed it to Killer, sitting back down in his speedo and bowtie, in a couples costume with Robin as a famous romantic, gothic couple.

“Franky darling, always a gentleman,” Robin leaned over and kissed his cheek.

Everyone placed a finger on the planchette and settled over the Ouija board. For a solid minute, nothing happened.

“I think we need to ask if a presence is willing to speak to us,” Robin smiled at the others.

“Oh! Okay, hey Mr. Ghost – or Missus Ghost if yer a girl, it don’t matter either way! But if you’re here, can you let us know?” Bartolomeo barked out.

Kid was going to close his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut when he felt a subtle movement on the board, like a magnet was pulling him across the wood stain surface. Everyone without hidden faces looked in utter shock as they collectively felt the planchette move them to the corner of the board. The corner that said: YES.

Kid’s silence lasted less than 10 seconds, “Are you hot?”

The planchette did not move.

“I can’t tell if that’s an answer…”

The planchette did not move.

“Good going Eustass-ya, you scared our guest,” Law snapped.

“Pussy!”

Sanji took a sip of his cocktail, “I think it was a valid question.”

The group moved the planchette back to the center and Killer took the lead. “Do you have a name?”

The planchette moved across the board: Y/N.

“Do you remember how you died?”

NO.

“Do you know where you are?”

YES

“Are you from here?”

NO.

“Can you prove to us you’re real and not one of these assholes playing a prank?” Kid interrupted, bored of the line of questioning.

The planchette stopped moving and everyone stared at it in anticipation.

Nobody moved, nobody batted an eye, nobody said a word.

Then Kid’s open beer was knocked into his lap, spilling through his admittedly few armor plates and clothes underneath the costume layers.

“OH FUCK OFF!” Kid screeched, abruptly rising from his seat, and pulling his finger off the planchette.

“You can’t break the communication like that!” Perona yelled angrily after the redhead who stomped into the adjoining bathroom to clean himself off.

“Sh-should we stop?” Bartolomeo sounded spooked behind his costume.

“I mean…we asked for a demonstration and we got it. Do we want to push our luck?” Heat chimed in.

Everyone at the table carefully considered each other as they waited for Kid to return.

“Well nothing ominous has happened since Kid walked away from the session so I can assume there is a way to rectify this without repercussions,” Robin finally offered.

“Nah nah I wanna have words with it!” Kid walked out of the bathroom, stripped of his bottoms save for a speedo. He took off all the metal plates of his armor and stacked them with the rest of his costume in the corner, keeping the extreme crop top on.

“I think we’re the only ones who didn’t get the Speedo memo,” Perona elbowed Zoro.

“I’m not wearing any underwear,” Zoro shrugged in his monk robes.

“EW! ZORO! THAT’S NOT CUTE!”

Robin giggled, “I’m not wearing underwear either.” Franky let out a supportive cheer with a possessive arm over Robin’s shoulder.

Perona looked perturbed while Sanji pulled from the planchette to grab tissue from the bathroom and clean up his sudden bloody nose.

Law rubbed his temples from behind his slasher costume, “You’re all liabilities. Messing with this board could have terrible implications if we don’t properly end this session. Everyone get back in your seats!”

Wire passed Law a beer and opened it with one free hand, “Chill out, serial mood killer.”

Properly regrouped, they tried to summon the spirit that spoke to them but after a ten minute silence they said goodbye and properly ended the session.

“Well that was anticlimactic,” Sanji lit a cigarette.

“Ittsa scam. I bet serial killer surgeon here knocked the table to make the beer fall over,” Kid sneered at Law.

“I swear I didn’t! You pissed it off with your crappy attitude,” Law shot back.

“One more try. Kid will behave himself, right?” With a kick under the table, Kid grunted affirmatively.

The group tried again. After five minutes, something answered them.

“Are you the same spirit as before?”

YES.

“We are sorry for our rude friend. We appreciate you willing to try again,” Killer said firmly. “Are you friendly?”

YES.

“Can you tell us anything?”

The group watched with wide eyes as the planchette moved and began spelling out an answer.

WANT.

“What do you want?”

CONTRACT.

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment.

“For what?”

LIFE.

Perona shrieked causing Zoro to spill his beer, he briefly lifted his finger before planting it right back on the planchette, nervously glancing around the others to see if they noticed.

“OK! That’s gonna do it for me,” Sanji stubbed his cigarette. “End it please!”

“Don’t be a pu—” Kid’s taunt was cut short when the table began to rattle. “OI WHAT THE FUCK!?”

“Respectfully, we need to say goodbye!” Killer shouted and they collectively moved the planchette to the goodbye marker on the board.

The table rattled for a few more seconds before it ended.

The party goers looked at each other before rising from their seats, eager to get back to the party. Kid lingered in the room, not wanting to put back on the still wet, and tedious components of his costume. Killer told Kid to hang tight and he would see if the hostess had any clothes or a blanket she no longer wanted.

Throwing himself on the couch in the room, Kid drank directly from the bottle he stole as he let his mind get hazy. He wasn’t sure how much time had passed before he heard a light tapping on the door.

“Enter!” he called out, assuming it was the party hostess with the clothes. Through his bleary and smudged eyes, he could see a woman in a pink colored costume approaching him. “Y’got somethin’ for meee?” he drawled.

The figure didn’t say anything but she gently pulled the bottle from his hand and put it on the ground. Then, she straddled his lap.

“I doooo,” she cooed in his ear, pressing her pink corset into his torso. “Want to have some fun, big guy?”

“I like fun,” Kid grinned stupidly. “Like yer costume – what are ya…uhh demon fairy??” his fingers curled around the horns sprouting from her scalp. “Feels real, you a makeup artist or something?”

She didn’t answer, only quietly purred and pressed herself intimately closer to him, shamelessly rubbing herself softly against his crotch. He wasn’t not interested. He was always down for a quickie. His hands moved down to cup her near-bare ass. The short shorts she was wearing scarcely covered her cheeks but he loved the plump feeling in his hands as he squeezed.

“What’s your name?” he husked, answering her rutting with his own.

“Y/N.”

That made him pause, the name sounded familiar but in that moment, drunk and horny were fighting for dominance in his mind. The fighting ceased as Y/N pressed soft lips against his and he answered with eagerness.

“’sa pretty name,” he groaned as his speedo felt unbearably tight. “I’m Kid.”

“I know,” she whispered in his ear before kissing down his jaw. “Had my eye on you from the moment I saw you,” she nipped his neck.

“Been watching me all night?”

“Not all night but I plan to keep you for the rest of it,” she giggled.

“Sounds good to me,” he thrusted his tongue down her throat as he pulled his cock free of its confines, slowly jerking himself as the mysterious woman humped his muscled thigh. He could feel hot wetness leak through the sheer fabric as she moaned into his ear.

He didn’t have to prompt her, she slid down off his lap and started licking and kissing his cock before taking him in her hands and blowing him. Kid let his head hang on the cushion as Y/N bobbed up and down on him, enjoying the impromptu blowjob. The thrill of someone walking in on them high.

He didn’t care.

Kid grabbed the back of her hair and pushed her face down until she was gagging. He allowed himself a few more shallow thrusts before popping her off and bringing her mouth to his. As he desperately kissed her, his free hand ripped the seam of her shorts freeing her juicy pussy. His fingers pumped into her hot cunt as she whimpered into his mouth.

“Is not enough!” she finally whined, bouncing desperately on his fingers. “Need your cock!”

“Then sit on it, slut!” he growled, pulling his fingers out and aligning his cock to her entrance. Kid was left gaping as she slammed her hips down, sheathing him completely. She let out a pleased cry.

“So fffuuuullll,” she moaned. Grinding herself on him, she kept his head at an angle with her fist in his hair, smothering his lips with her own. Kid struggled where to grab her, wanting to feel and pinch all of her at once but settled for smoothly gliding his hands around her body and giving generous squeezes over his favorite areas.

Each squeeze elicited a honeyed moan from the demon fairy woman, each moan accompanied by a rabid binge of slamming her hips flush to him, her walls squeezing his cock in a vice grip. With a snarl, his fingers dug into her skin to anchor himself from finishing so quickly, he stilled his hips but that didn’t stop her as she fucked him even faster.

“Iiiii neeeeeedddd yoooouuuuuu,” she wailed, pressing herself down on him as much as she could, grinding on him to deepen his reach. “PPPLLLLEEEEEAAAAAASSSSSEEEEE!!!”

With a burst of stamina, Kid grabbed her hips and rapidly thrust upwards overtaking her pace. That tipped her into a scream as she clamped on him tighter than before, her walls convulsed eerratically.

“OOHH – FUCK!” Kid breathed through his nose as he came inside her while she kept grinding on him. Like she was milking him. Using him. Not that he was complaining as he shut his eyes and let it happen, lightly grunting as the pleasure shot through him with each rope. Feeling the stickiness against her walls as it started to flow down.

“Do I need to buy you Plan B or somethin?”

Y/N giggled, “No, it’s ok. I can’t get pregnant.”

“Ah birth control?”

“Sure.”

“Cool,” he sighed, helping her move off him. She settled on the ground between his legs, and to his shock began licking his cock clean of the leftover seed that had dripped on him. He found that real fucking hot. Could feel himself eager for round two as her lips pursed around his tip, popping off with a crisp sound.

“I knew you’d have a big dick,” she smiled, moving to sit on his lap. Her thigh kept his cock upright. She moved her fingertips over the head when she saw some cum bead at his slit, “Wanna be fuck buddies? I have a high libido and I’m hoping you can match that.”

A line of drool spilling from his open mouth as he felt hypnotized under her touch. Nodding, “I’ll leave you exhausted and bruised up if you want.”

“I want my brains fucked out. Daily,” she said, forming a fist and giving him one full stroke. He keened into her hold, needy for more. “Whenever I want.”

“Put me on your speed dial.”

She started a lazy but firm pace, “I’m into a lot of things, I need a brave man.”

“I’ll teach you things you’ve never heard of,” Kid husked.

Y/N tripled her pace, stopping to twirl around his tip a few times and smearing more precum down his shaft.

“I don’t want you fucking anyone else. I’ll cut your dick off.”

“Jealous kind eh? That’s fair I suppose. Same goes for you, or are you a dirty whore who likes to be used by a lot of hot guys?”

She held him by the base of his cock, with her free hand she tugged on his sack tautly, “And girls. I’m down for monogamy. I prefer it actually. We have a bond?”

“If I say yes can will you let me cum on your pretty face?”

“I’ll let you cum anywhere you want, anytime you want. I crave your cum. In me. On me. Oozing out of my holes,” she gave his sack a twitch of a tug before letting go, and fisted his cock until it was deep red.

Y/N let him take control of his orgasm as his hand replaced hers, jerking off furiously as she settled in front of him with her eyes closed and her mouth wide open.

With shaky groans, Kid shot all over her face, fascinated by the way the ropes dangled in thin strands as they fell from the peaks of her cheek, nose, and chin, drizzling downwards. He watched through lidded eyes as she licked around her lips, seeing the creamy seed spread on her tongue and slide down her throat. The way she smeared the cum on her face with her fingers and then lapped it off her hands had him hard all over again.

Her hot mouth was on him immediately and for the first time in his life, Eustass Kid let out a whimper at the overstimulation. Y/N pushed him back into the couch and mounted him once more.

The Halloween party had reached its peak and the house was booming with music and laughter. None the wiser of the pleasured howls and demonly groans that came from the sequestered room.

Kid’s skin felt on fire and he felt like he was treading water with how sweaty and tired he felt before Y/N had her fill. He’d never had a partner with stamina that could match his, much less wear him out. She said she wanted to leave the room first. He didn’t give a shit but he was a nice enough guy to respect a girl’s boundaries.

“When can I see you again?” he leaned against the wall completely naked.

“Don’t you worry, I’ll find you soon enough. Gotta establish some things first. See you later, Kid,” she kissed him softly, tied a lanky towel around her waist, and snuck out of the room.

With a snort, Kid went back to the couch and wondered if he had a fever dream or something. There was no possible way that just happened. That NO ONE had stopped by, not even Killer who was supposed to bring him back clothes. Kid had checked before Y/N left too, no clothes had been left in the hallway for him. Looking around for his phone, he pulled it out from between the soiled couch cushions and realized the time.

It hadn’t been more than half an hour since the Ouija board game had ended.

“What the—” Kid was interrupted by sharp knocking on the door.

“Enter?”

Killer passed in with clothes in hand. The blonde, still wearing Franky’s suit jacket, kicked the door close and threw the clothes at Kid.

“WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU NAKED AND ERECT!”

“Met a freaky little demon and rocked her underworld,” Kid smirked, looking at the pile in his lap. “You probably ran into her as she made her escape. Had horns, a towel around her waist?”

Killer tilted his head at the redhead, “There was no one in the hallway. I didn’t see anyone wearing a towel leave the party.”

“She’s hot as fuck, no way you missed her.”

“Whatever, you probably had a wet dream. God please don’t tell me you ruined the couch…”

Kid tuned out Killer’s complaining as he got dressed. Confused at how a dame like her had gotten in and out of the party unnoticed. Masking the caked fluids with beer and leaving an apology note with cash paper clipped to it, the two friends left the room and rejoined their friends.

Soon after the crew left and Kid felt haunted. No one he asked at the party recalled the woman he described, nor her outfit. As if she didn’t exist. Without much energy in him, he bid his friends goodnight as he went home and to bed.

Tossing and turning for a few hours, Kid couldn’t get the woman out of his mind. Not the soreness of his body, nor the abnormally light feeling in his testicles.

With a sigh, he opened his phone and thumbed through the photos to see if he had caught a picture of her. When he found no success, he resigned to himself that it was in fact a wet dream. Before he turned off his phone, he clicked on his contact list when he noticed an update notification.

There was a new contact in his phone – Y/N.

Sorry for the late post but yay we won :}

[tetsutits]

ᰔ cw — daddy kink, female reader, d/s dynamics (wc .4k~) unedited, NO ONE LOOK AT ME OWENJSNAKS

it’s been minutes- no, hours, at this point. you’ve lost track after the third orgasm, mind numb and throat hoarse. round after round, losing track of time and fully submitting to pleasure that your boyfriend brings you.

he looms over you from the back, large shadow of his silhouette casting over you, cock buried so deep inside you that you can literally feel it in your throat. especially with his big hand that surrounds the circumference of your throat, pushing you deeper, harder into the stained sheets of the bed.

you feel that same hand move, almost cupping over the front of your throat, thumb pushing one side and his fingers on the other — holding you still, dominating. keeping you in place as you gasp for air and whine when he ignores your pleas.

“oh, oh—! i’m, i-!” you keen, but the rest of the words are stuck in your mouth that’s left gaping, choking at the pressure. you can’t even think anymore, there’s no more room for thoughts when he’s surrounding you like this. when all you can hear, smell, or think is him. ken, ken, ken—! repeating over and over like a broken record.

you’re yanked up by a firm hand, and his arm by your waist.

watery eyes meet his, and there’s a furrow in his brow, almost like he’s frustrated, the one where he’s edged himself long enough and can’t wait to finally fill you up. you look back at him, a little annoyed pout at your lips and dried tears pooling at your temples.

“what’s with that look?” he says, peering down at you.

embarrassed, you twist your face down, but he forces you back up. hand that was on your neck earlier now is at your jaw, turning your face so you have no choice but too look at him.

you huff, “…..i want a kiss.”

the realization is almost instant on his face.

“what do you say?”

a few seconds pass, and you just stare aimlessly back at him. mind too busy thinking of him to gather up any response. “wha—“

the pinch in his brow grows deeper., disappointed. “what do you say, when you want something?”

you swallow, finally remembering your manners.

“please, and thank you, daddy.”

the relief floods you when he smiles back, a little tired but proud.

“that’s a good girl.”

[impera-daetrix]

Angeldomdemonic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being an angel that is sexually dominant to a demon.

Mortaldomgodic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being a mortal that is sexually dominant to a god.

Goddommortalic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being a god that is sexually dominant to a mortal.

Goddomlesseric ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being a god that is sexually dominant to a lesser god.

Incubadomhumanic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being an incuba that is sexually dominant to a human.

Imperadeatrixdomhumanic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being an impera deatrix that is sexually dominant to a human.

Humandomandroidic ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being a human that is sexually dominant to an android.

[eddie-munsons-blog]

Oh you can tell Steve all about it, I spent lots of time in college being very mean to people and having them thank me for it.

Sailor suit? Oh I fuckin love that thing.

Think we can make him cry and beg for it? A little birdy told me that's something that gets you off.

Gonna make him our whining little fuck-toy. Of course, I'll then have to make you mine, though, so the hierarchy stays intact... 😏

[sh1-n0bu]

hehehehheheheee pretty birb bf

winged bf who pick you up into their arms, gently cradling you as if you were made of glass and the finest jewelry as they tell you to “hang on” before unfurling their wings and taking off into the sky

winged bf who show you the beauty of flying, holding you securely in his arms as you take in the way how the world below you looks so small and beautiful. who only has a gentle smile on their faces as you point out the big apartments and parks where you go to for a picnic date. who only has eyes on you as you admire the twinkling lights of the world under you

winged bf who wrap their wing around you whenever you shiver, even if it was one of those annoying sudden ghost bump things you get out of the blue. he’s still worried, let him worry for you in peace😠

winged bf who plucks a feather out of their wing, gently tucking the soft feather into your hair, or on your jacket — wherever you want. he wants you to carry a piece of him to remind you by even though you regularly steal his clothes

winged bf who allows you to be only person to touch his wings, to care for them, to brush them, to just… well, touch them to your heart’s content really. he doesn’t care if you put the tip of his long feather ends over your lips, mimicking a mustache, he doesn’t care if you want to use it as a blanket, he doesn’t care if you wanna use the ends like a cat toy in front of his face. he’ll indulge in your silly shenanigans

winged bf who sheds at least once a year, filling your shared home with the old feathers. who is either smug about it or is apologetic as he helps you broom the excessive fallen feathers. at this point you could probably make a plushie or some sort of art project from the amount of feathers that he shed. to which he objects, saying these are all old and weakened feathers, offering his wing for you to pluck feathers from if you really wanna make an art project

winged bf who hides the two of you under his wing when cuddling in bed, the added layer of his own extra limb making the scene feel more intimate than it is. as if the entire world is blocked out, just a meager existence passing by as you two enjoy this moment of comfort as his wing becomes a curtain to give you two privacy

winged bf who sometimes gets too sexually frustrated and pent up with your curious hands constantly touching the place where his wing is connected to his back, the skin and muscles there are sensitive, making him jump in his seat whenever you do it to tease him

winged bf who knows that it isn’t your fault. you probably don’t know, you don’t have a wing after all, so you don’t know what it means when someone touches your wing. who only calms your worries with a forehead kiss, usually handling his problems himself

winged bf who lets out a whine into his hand, muffling the embarrassing noise as your hand wraps tighter around his cock. he was way too sensitive than usual and it was all because of your wandering hand on his wings. he probably should have explained it all to you but right now, he found his words escaping him, mind melting into a muddled mess as he finds his hands clawing at your own in desperation

winged bf who mumbles out a weak protest of being “s-sensitive! aaah… f-feels too sen—♡︎ sensitive! y-your haaandd♡︎” as his legs start to shake, staring through teary eyes as you coax out yet another climax out of him. his tip an angry cherry red from the continued torture of your hand, his slit weeping precum over and over again despite having just came, getting hard in your hand embarrassingly fast

winged bf who gets tortured by your loving hands for who knows how many times. his eyes are getting blurry and breathing started to hurt. even more, his dick was stinging, twitching every time your tight fist comes up to the tip, letting go briefly as if to taunt him, touching the dripping slit with the tip of your finger and making him whine loudly before fucking his cock into your hand again and again. this was just pure torture, he wanted to escape and run away but you were whispering such nice words to his ears. calling him your good boy, your angel, how you loved being with your beloved like this… could he really ever refuse you?

winged bf who gets more and more twitchy in your gentle hold as your hand picks up speed, the filthy wet noise of his earlier cum being used as a lube filling the room alongside his loud moans. who begs for you to not to touch his wing as it flutters around, dropping a feather or two onto the floor due to moving around so much. who only lets out a pathetic whimper of a “cuz’ ahh haamgh—! [n-name], please! please don’t—♡︎ d-don’t touch them...? they’re sensitive too aanh haagh mfgh♥︎!!” when you ask him why

winged bf who felt like his skin was on fire. everything felt too much but felt too little at the same time, his cock painfully hard again in your hold the moment you ran the tip of your finger over the bane of it. his muscles were getting tense, a strange sense of feeling coiling around in his stomach as you kiss the place where his wing and back connects, shifting around frantically with a chirp or a preen falling from his swollen lips

winged bf who weakly paws at your hand around his dick, wanting to push it away but chasing right after it with his hips as the strange feeling in his stomach just continues to grow worse. it didn’t felt like his usual orgasm, the way he would just fall apart in your hands. it felt more intense and that scared him. who cries out through loud whines and bitten back sobs that “f-feels weird!! aanhh haah [n-name]—! it mnggh♡︎ feels weird! my c-cock feels unnck haah ahh amhh weird♥︎♥︎!!”

winged bf who throws his head back into your shoulder, hands covering his beet red face as a scream tears through his lips, muscles tightening, body going taut in your arms when you gently bit into the base of his wing, your other hand keeping his wing in place so it wouldn’t flutter and knock you away as he fucking squirts into his stomach, painting his muscles and your hand white. who lets out soft chirps and noises, legs twitching and hands struggle to decide whether to hold onto you or to muffle his embarrassing noises

winged bf who only lets out weak noises and chirps when you try to communicate with him, asking him if he was doing alright and if your angel was with you right now after that overstimulating experience. who immediately hides within his wings the moment a sliver of sobriety hits him, too humiliated to even look you in the face because what was that? and why did he felt… so good?

winged bf who gives you a weak glare that you know isn’t exactly serious, pouting at you and complaining about how you messed up his mind and stuff. who lean into your touch as you push his hair away from him, getting to see the still reddened face and the few tear stains on his cheeks. who grumbles about how you have too much power over him when you chuckle, leaning in to plant a kiss to his pouting lips. who chase after you with a demand for a proper kiss this time

⇨ sephiroth, genesis, angeal, hawks, xiao, venti, angel devil, vash, knives, sunday, simeon, raphael + anyone you can think of!

[yuutryingtowrite]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[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

[swampstew]

Eustass Kid, G-55 ~ Cockwarming

Summary: Modern monster au, Part 2 of Eustass Kid as a vampire and you’re his favorite familiar. Getting Gomez Addams level of love and devotion from the tulip♥

Warnings: Spicy! Dom/Master Vampire Kid, Sub/Familiar Reader - long term relationship cause I’m in my feelings, implied creampie, cockwarming for love, mostly fluff story Word Count: 512

Eustass Kid never considered himself the type to be tied down. With immortality and all, it was depressing to tie himself down to a mortal when their life would be extinguished as soon as he batted an eye.

Blink.

50 years could pass by and he’d just…pick up and move on. The only real friends he had where people like himself or other creatures he’d had passing interactions with. He had his best buddies and his comforts – he didn’t need a whole lot. Sure he had familiars in the past to entertain him for short periods but he always let them go after he lost interest. He wasn’t so much of an asshole that he would lead someone on for longer than he needed to. Humans age quickly as the decades pass by.

Then he met you.

You changed everything for him. He couldn’t imagine a single moment without you. Wouldn’t consider it an option. So when you had been discussing your dreams together and you told him you dreamt of getting married – he knew he had to do it. Anything you wanted he would move heaven and earth to give you.

High on the addiction of you completely, he didn’t really register what it meant until months into your marriage. When you had tattooed your arm with something sentimental of him. He decided he couldn’t bear to live on without you. Didn’t want to try. Maybe after a millennium he’d feel different but for right now, all he wanted was the two of you against the world forever.

Offspring could be a possibility but that was its own process so he figured he’d bring that up in the future. For now, getting consent to turn you is his first priority.

Kid was disturbed from his imagination when he felt your head move on his chest. A smile grew on his lipstick stained face. He loved holding you so much. If he ever had to die, he hoped he would die in your arms. You’re the last thing and the first thing he wants to wake up to.

He would worship the ground you walked on each day for the rest of your lives if you’d let him.

You stirred slightly with a hum and he closed his eyes as your body shifted. Contentment and pleasure rippled through him as your lower body clenched on him as you stretched. After the last round of sex, you had passed out on his chest before he could pull out and he was so comfortable with the position that he stayed right where he was. Feeling happy and perfect.

Kid could tell when you woke up and he could tell you were aroused again when instead of making yourself known, you tried to subtly shift your hips and pleasure yourself with his cock. As if he’d miss the perfect feeling of your pussy hugging his cock with that delightful grip.

Yes, he’d ask your consent to turn you. After this next round when he can show you a million reasons why you should say yes.

We won :) Blackout Bingo is over and now we have the Halloween story that will post tomorrow! Sorry about the two late tiles, shit happens.

Halloween Day Party and séance gone wrong scenario

[valenrixo]

Yandere mechanic

Yandere mechanic who met you when you crashed your car, he walked out to tell you about the news of your car and he stopped mid sentence.

“The damage of your car will be pretty pricey it’ll take…” he paused as he looked at you sitting in the waiting room, you were his exact type and he was immediately hooked. “…fifty dollars.”

You were surprised but paid the money, not expecting it to so cheap..you crashed your car after all!

You didn’t know that he fixed your car but damaged it slightly so you would have to come back in. He knew you would come back in, those prices were too good to not take.

And he was right. He continued to fix your car but make another problem in it so much that you two became friends. But he needed wanted more.

Yandere mechanic who stays over at your house a lot to hang out, he loves your house it smells like you!!

Yandere mechanic teaches you about car facts so you can save money now, oh how mark loves the look of oil and dirt on your face. He used it as an excuse to caress your cheek saying he was just wiping soot off your cheek.

Yandere mechanic who really just is a silly bulky guy who is a little manipulative but he promises himself that he’ll make it worth it when you finally become his.

Yandere mechanic who has to endure your slow burn with him. He’s almost gave up and just kidnapped you but he can’t take that disappointment in your eyes.

Requests open!!

[impera-daetrix]

Domangel ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being a dom and being an angel, being a dom angel, or being an angel of doms.

Domdragon ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being a dom and being a dragon, being a dom dragon, or being a dragon of doms.

Domroyal ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being a dom and being a royal, being a dom royal, or being a royal of doms.

Dommistress ✧ ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

A gender related to being a dom and being a mistress, being a dom mistress, or being a mistress of doms.

[chris-prank]

A desperate yandere in your area

Chapter 2 : Surprise visitor

Sub pathetic yandere x GN reader

Previous chapter - Next Chapter

(This is a work of fiction for entertainment purposes only, I do not support yandere behaviors in real life)

CW: NSFW, collar, praise kink, masturbating in secret, handjob, voyeurism, teasing, porn with plot, yandere behavior, mention of stalking, reader is horny too and L bomb

Word count: Over 2K

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You sat on your bed, putting headphones in your ears. It had been a truly tiresome day, so you figured that a little alone time was well deserved before doing any house chores. Setting comfortably against your pillows, you selected one of those “man moaning and whimpering” audios. You closed your eyes as the delectable sounds filled your surrendering. 

You were starting to get into it, when suddenly, a moan seemed to have been louder than the others. They were also small whimpers…Weird…You decided to not pay much attention to this as your body relaxed. Your hand creeped down your pants when you went in the mood again. 

You were making rhythmic movements, trying to imagine a pathetic man in front of you making all these slutty moans. Even in your while enwrapped in your fantasy, you swore some noises were always too loud to be coming from your headphones. You used your clean hand to pause the audio and there it was again! A small whimper!

You checked your phone and no, the audio hadn’t started again. It was so faint that it was difficult for you to pinpoint where it was coming from. You took out your headphones and really tried to concentrate on the source of the noises. It almost sounded like an injured animal, maybe a cat had gotten into your apartment ? You knew that one of your neighbors had one, so it wasn’t impossible. You sigh in defeat, knowing that you wouldn't be able to finish what you started. You took a blanket and got off your bed. You roamed around the room as quietly as possible, not wanting to alarm the poor unknown creature. As you got closer to your closet you could feel your heart pulsating in your ears, the whimpers were coming from there. You raised the blanket, ready to throw it if the animal showed any sign of aggressivity.  

In one swift motion you opened the closet door. And there was… Jacce sitting on the ground, pumping his cock forcefully. He was so engrossed by the smell of your shirt covering his face, that he had failed to remember to keep it down. You didn't even scream or move. You felt like you dissociated from your body, as if you were watching this surreal outcome from a second point of view. 

The man opened his eyes when he was just about to cum, finally noticing you standing in full height before him— just like he had fantasized on so many occasions, but this time it was real. 

“F—ngahh—uck.” His eyes rolled back for a second, his body shuddering while he ejaculated. Ropes of cum shooting unintentionally in your direction.  

His sudden climax reactivated your nerve system. You dropped the blanket on him, ran out of the room and into the living room. Not only was there a man that broke into your house to masturbate, this intruder was JACCE! The barista you liked! This was the most horrifying situation you've ever been in. You regretted dreading that it could have been a wild animal, because it would have been better than whatever this was. 

You could hear shuffling noises behind you, certainly him trying to put his junk back into his pants as fast as possible.

“Hey w-wait.”

When you turned to face him, his expression was still stuck in this dazed state of the aftermath of cumming. Like clockwork every time he took a step forward you would step back.  

“Y-you weren’t… supposed to see th-this.” He breathed out like he ran a marathon, “let me ex-explain before doing anything… p-please.” 

Jacce looked down at your hands before looking back at you. You didn’t answer but didn’t make a move either. The man took that as a sign to continue. 

“I… I know what it looks like… A guy that you barely know, touching himself in your closet… in your house…” He hesitated at the last part, “but I’m not a creep! I-I did this because I love you!”

Love me?! You had noticed before that he gave you more special treatment compared to other clients… but you never expected this! You felt your body getting weaker, as if you were about to faint from the stress. 

“Are you… going to hurt me?”

Jacce's expression seemed to drop at the question, as if he was heartbroken that you thought he would do such a thing. This was not going as planned and he hated himself for it. You weren’t supposed to find him in your closet. You weren’t supposed to see him like this. 

“I could n-never hurt you! I love you!” He was speaking with conviction, “I just want to be there for you! To serve you like you deserve… If anything you should be the one hurting m—”  

“What are you talking about?!” You cutted him short in a panic, “I don’t want t-that!”

“What!? B—But I can be so good for you!” His voice raised slightly in desperation,  “most guys are too stupid to even split the house chores! I'm ready to do everything for you!”

You stepped back while he kept walking forward. He was so absorbed in waves of emotions to notice the fear in your eyes. He gripped his shirt, his hands trembling and tears forming in the corner of his eyes. 

“I would NEVER take you for granted! I would be the most attentive and obedient person in your entire life!” His entire body was now shaking violently, “I don’t even have to be your boyfriend, I can be your pet!” 

You didn’t know what to do. Your brain was going thousand miles an hour, making it near impossible to settle on something. While trying to think clearly, you also had to focus on what he was saying. He kept going on and on about the fact the he wanted to… serve you. What if it was true and not just excuses to make himself look less bad? 

You decided to test your luck. It's not like you had another choice. Jacce was taller than you and getting him more agitated was not a good idea. You builded up all the energy you had left and talked over him in an authoritarian tone. 

“Sit down against the wall.”

And he did. 

All the panic that contortionned his face had completely disappeared, replaced by an expression of anticipation. He looked sincere about his intentions… but you couldn’t totally believe him just yet. The fear in your guts was still present, but it was slowly being overshadowed by something else. Your mind kept wandering back to the whimpers he cried out while touching himself and how cute he looked all desperate. You could sense the familiar sensation creeping between your legs the longer you looked down at him. Jacce seemed to be also stimulated by the turn of events, because he quickly placed his hands between his legs, not wanting to blow up his small chance with you. This pose gave him an even more submissive look, which made you go crazy. 

What if… maybe we could both take advantage of this situation. 

You were indeed craving for someone like this. Until now you could only find them in fiction and even then it was hard to dig them out in the sea of dominant love interests. Jacce would get your attention and you would be able to feast upon the site of his patheticness. You were definitely twisted to consider this outcome about a man who broke into your house, but it’s not like you would be doing anything wrong. It's your house so your rules on how to deal with intruders. 

“Let me see what's happening between your legs.”  You tried to keep the confident facade as you spoke. 

Jacce's shoulders jolted a bit in embarrassment, but he did reveal the tent in his pants. He looked so disheveled with his flushed face and his coat lazily falling off one his shoulders. So hot. 

“Do you want me to make it better?” Your voice was dripping with such honey, that you were even shocked by it. 

He nodded frantically. Consent was something crucial and he had just gave it to you with indisputable enthusiasm. 

You got down on your knees to get better access to him. You reached your hand out for his bulge, caressing it, which made his body tremble in anticipation. You unzipped his pants and slightly pulled at the rim of his boxers. His erection sprong out, finally letting you have a good look at it. His dick was 6.5 inches, the foreskin pulled back to reveal his pink gland, now on the verge of turning red. The tip was crowned with little pearls of precum, some of them sliding down his shaft like water drops on a car window. It made your mouth salivate just by thinking of wrapping your lips around it and admire his face contorted in pleasure. 

Jacce was clearly trying to stay quiet, but when you spat in your hand, he couldn’t help but whimper at the thought of what was going to happen. You rubbed your palm on his tip, which made him buck his hips, before wrapping your fingers around it. Your thumb was barely reaching your index finger and that warmed your lower half even more. The idea of something like this stretching your inside was so enticing.

“T–thank y–you… Haah… I’ll be so so good to you, I promise.” 

Jacce leaned in, clinging to the front of your shirt. At last he was feeling your divine touch. A part of him still couldn’t believe the turn of events. He imagined that you would have at least tried to hit him or something. But no, there you were, willingly giving him a handjob like a merciful master. You squeezed the base of his shaft, admiring the precum oozing out of the tip. You started to stroke him at a medium pace. Surprisingly, his voice was more soft spoken than what you expected. He was murmuring needingly into your ear while his drool stains your clothes. Jacce was still sensitive, since he had already cum not too long ago, causing him to swallow back cries multiple times. 

“If you want me to continue you’ll have to answer some questions, ok?” 

You felt like you were babying this grown man, talking to him like that. But he didn’t seem to mind, since he nodded without a complaint. Your grip started to loosen up tho, since that wasn’t a satisfying answer. 

“Use your words or I’ll stop making you feel good.” 

“I’ll–I’ll answer!” He whined.

“Good job.”

He shivered at the praise. That’s what he had dreamed of hearing from you for months. You picked up the paste again, pumping him harder. His head fell back as he unconsciously reached one hand out to his hidden collar. You were taken aback at the sight of it. How depraved is this guy!? Without thinking, you placed your index and middle fingers in the loop and tugged at it, making him moan like never before while jerking his head back up. You were pretty sure he almost came just from that. 

“First question… How long have you been stalking me?”

“I st–started five months ago Mmm-Ahh… ” He sobbed, it was so hard for him to speak, “Y-you were always so n–nice to me when you N-gh came into the coffee shop. I wanted to kn-know more.”

You’ve been going to that place for about a year, so at least he hasn’t been doing it for that long. You were a bit taken aback that you never suspected anything though. This guy has been either really good or very lucky until now. 

“Do you break into my house often?”

“N-no.”

You abruptly stop touching him, forcing him to speak again.

“I–I swear! I only did it six times!”

He arched his back and whimpered, urging you to stroke him again, which you happily obliged. It was hard not too! 

“P-please u-use me, use me, use me! I want to be your dumb ngAhhh little puppy…” 

The words were spilling out of his mouth with pure urgency and he bucked his hips against your palm uncontrollably. All clear signs that he was close to release. You couldn’t count the number of times you fantasized about turning someone into such a mess, but now that you were experiencing it, your simple imagination was nothing compared to the real thing. Your own self control started to waver the more it went on. Jacce knew that he was about to cross his limit as well, closing his eyes shut, preparing himself. But the grip around his cock loosened, until it completely disappeared. He whined and moved his hips, searching for the touch of your warm hand again. 

“W–why did you stop? I–I told you what you wanted to k-know!” 

You didn’t answer, only looking at him with an indecipherable expression. All the moans, whimpers and other noises he let out, made you so horny that it was becoming too much to bear, but you knew it would make him way too happy to be used to make you cum. You couldn’t let him release either. He didn’t deserve it, not yet anyway. 

“I’m not letting you cum.” 

“Wh-what!? W-why?!” He complained again. 

“You broke into my house and stalked me for five months.” You swiftly got on your feet, “bad boys don’t deserve to ejaculate.”

Bad boy was like the last nail into the coffin for the pathetic mess. In Jacce’s top ten of the worst things you could say to him this one was pretty high. Small tears rolled down his cheeks as a result.  

“You… you’re right… I’m sorry.” He sniffed.

You did feel a little bit bad for making him cry and wanted to fuck him dumb too. No, not tonight. You had to hammer that in your brain to resist your desires. You decided to at least help him a bit before kicking him out. 

“Let's get you cleaned up.” 

“N-no! I–I’m supposed to be the one to–to take care of you.” he whined.

You gave him a stern glance, which shut him up instantly. You came back with a bottle and a wet towel in hand, crouched down in front of him and handed out the water. He took it, chugging it halfway in one go. 

“T-thanks, you’re so nice to me… even when I don’t deserve it.” He whispered, looking away with a subtle smile on his lips. You could sense that, despite his guilty look, he was celebrating this whole situation on the inside. 

With the towel you cleaned off his cock, still covered in a mixture of your spit and his cum. Jacce was looking at you like a puppy who made a mess and was watching his master taking care of it. His breath was getting heavy again and you could feel his cock twitching through the towel. He was totally getting turned on at how gentle and attentive you were to him. This had transformed into the perfect domestic fantasy in Jacce’s twisted mind. 

“I’ll help you to the door if you think your legs aren’t strong enough yet.”

“I thought you accepted me! Can’t I stay!?” 

“I haven’t made my final decision yet.” You crossed your arms,“if you really are a good boy you will let me think about it.”

Hanging over his head the possibility of being yours was enough for him to accept your request. He didn’t even consider the fact that you could call the police the second he leaves. Besides, the fact that you decided to touch him, instead of all the other decisions possible, was making him a bit more confident. After helping him up, you opened the front door and waited for him to leave. Jacce stopped, now the roles were reversed with his figure overtowering you. 

“You promise to think about it?” He whispered anxiously. 

“Yes, now please get out.”

He nodded and you watched Jacce for a bit to make sure he was really leaving, before closing the door. You looked down at the spot where the desperate man was previously sitting. You could feel your guts twist again, urging you to satisfy the heat between your legs. You sighed as you went into your room. The dirty audios you used to listen to were definitely not going to be enough to satisfy you anymore. 

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I love nothing more then making a reader who is horny for the yandere too 😌

Link for the chapter on Ao3

Here is an other old sketch I made for this chapter back in 2023!

[l1tw1ck]

stepdad who gets off on being recorded

bottom ftm stepdad x top amab reader

think: gallagher hsr, joel miller, miguel o'hara, enji todoroki, etc

cw: afab language, voyeurism, creampie

When you got home early the last thing you were expecting was to hear the moans of your stepdad, let alone seeing him record himself. You couldn't ignore this, it's impossible to pry your eyes away from him through the crack of the door.

He stares at the tripod in front of him, slowly fucking himself with a thick and clear dildo. He's only wearing a button up, the buttons undone in a way to show off his big and hairy chest. You palm your boner and watch as his plump pussy sucks in the fake dick, covering it with his juicy slick. He picks up the pace and throws his head back, filling the room with even dirtier sounds. He moans your name, causing you to pause. "Gon- gonna squirt f'you~" He bites his lip. You remain still and stare at him, completely mesmerized. He squirts, just as he promised. He takes out the dildo and places it next to him. You feel your cock begging to be freed and take the dildo's place. You open up the door and he jumps in shock. "You- you're home early.." He says sheepishly.

"I had no idea that you were such a slut." You smirk, walking towards him. "You like recording yourself? Imagining your stepson fucking your slutty pussy while you whore yourself out in front of a camera?"

He nods, trembling.

"You want the real thing though, don't you?" You unbuckle your belt. He lets out a desperate whimper, cunt throbbing as he sees your hard cock in all its glory. You take his phone and position it so that it records his entire body and slap his pussy with your cock, making him twitch. You steadily inch your cock inside his warmth. "You're tight." You groan, watching his pussy swallow you with a hot and wet hug.

☆

Your stepdad cries out in pleasure, his head pressed against the pillow as you plow into him. The gaze of both you and his camera making it all the more pleasurable. He moans your name. "Clo- close~!"

"Gonna squirt for me again, baby?" You grin, stroking his t-dick.

"Ye- yes!" He tries to say something else but gets interrupted by his orgasm, clear liquid soaking your cock.

Your thrusts become uneven, his tight walls squeezing you encourages your cock to release everything it has inside him. Your cum floods his insides, causing your stepdad to have a small orgasm. You point the camera at his pussy and slowly pull out. You feel yourself getting hard again as you watch your cum flow out of his hole. He's so sexy.

[sleep-0-deprived]

can i ask for the yan!roommate's reaction to the reader finding the camera in the bathroom and purposefully jacking off in front of it?

just found out about this blog and i am already hyped we need more subby yans in the world

Yandere roommate imagines (sub Yandere oc) ~!

A/N so the Yandere is just a random Oc you can imagine it as whoever I just needed a name for the fic! And you’re totally right there aren’t nearly enough sub Yandere as I’d like <33

Imagine you just got home from the gyms and all you wanna do is get into your shower you don’t have many other thoughts in your brain, you would have used the shower at the game but you have a “problem”~ between your legs and you knew you had to get home.

Imagine, you’re stripping your clothes cutting the hot water on as the mirror begins to fog up, your cock pressing to your stomach with precum oozing from the slit as you step in the shower running your fingers through your hair letting out a quiet grunt. You notice something from the corner of your eye when you’re looking up at the shower head, confused you reach for it picking it up you realize it’s a camera.

Imagine you already know who put the camera there I mean how could you not? There was only one man you knew creepy enough to wanna watch you shower and that was you’re roommate, and you know you felt a little generous you thought since you were already hard why not give him a show.

Imagine you sit the camera on a bath shelf and start speaking “I know you’re watching me Lucas” you grin as you bend down a little making sure your face was in full view as you use one hand to run down giving your pec a firm squeeze before gripping at your shaft giving one long stroke. On the other end of the camera Lucas sat in his room in the shared apartment nearly going feral when he sees your hand on your cock.

Imagine his face all red laying originally across his bed he soon gets up hurriedly trapping his laptop making sure the door was locked as he shakily grips the device for dear life feeling himself already aroused by the sight of you touching yourself, wanting nothing more than for your cock to be stuffed inside him as he rubs himself up against his matress letting out a few whines of desperation.

Imagine your hand holding your cock pointed straight at the camera giving him the perfect shot of your veins pulsing beneath your fingers while you bite at your bottom lip “didn’t know u had a total creep of a roommate, Lucas?~” you coo hazily standing in the shower the water running down your body down past your thighs with a few heaves meanwhile Lucas on the other hand wasn’t nearly as calm.

Imagine his hands fumbling with his zipper sitting the laptop on his bed as he pulls his boxers down placing the laptop on his pillows in front of his face as he drools, two fingers shoved between his lips with him laying on his stomach removing his fingers with them all coated in spit as he presses them to his rim pressing one finger in moving it in sync with your hand imagining it was your cock inside him as adrenaline fills his head making his body numb to the pleasure only becoming more infatuated with you each second as he murmurs out “y-es~” over and over.

Imagine when you cum you make sure your cock head is pointed directly at the camera lens, wanting him to see your red, angry looking tip when you climax. Your body tensing up intentionally not letting him see the face you make when you orgasm, only attempting to further tease your roommate with what he can’t seem to fully grasp hold of, which is you. “Hope you enjoyed my little show Lucas”

Imagine when Lucas sees that he’s in a whole other world of need, if he was feral before it was like he was a rabbit in the middle of heat because he pulled his hands away from himself with a little gasp while getting up not even bothering to turn his computer off, pouncing on you as soon as you make it to your bedroom with his brain all fuzzy and fast from your menacing taunts pulling your towel off.

Imagine your night ending with your roommate on top of you his thighs straddling you with his hands gripping your shoulders tightly mewling his lips all parted wide and his eyes half lidded and rolled back glossed over while he erratically lifts himself over and over again riding you harshly even when he feels like his rim is on fire from being stretched so long, you give his ass cheek a slap punching the ref handprint grumbling in his ear “this was what you wanted right?” As you hold his hip tightly grounding yourself deeper inside him pressing to his prostate roughly “then take it Lucas”

[sh1-n0bu]

thinking abt monsterfuckers but instead of the reader being the monsterfucker, it’s the CHARACTERS

mmm characters who are considered tall, big and intimidating in human standards. big buff arms, thick thighs and strong calloused hands that can crush a grown man’s skull in. but compared to you? their lover? they’re nothing but a tiny creature. an incomplete being, a small little toy for you to pick up or poke around for your own amusement. their large and heavy weapon is nothing but a stick in your hand, a mere small wand you wave around with a bellowing amused laugh

hand holding? they’re just thinking of how you can forcibly keep their legs open during intimate times. an innocent peck or you licking off something on your lip? they’re staring, drooling, closing their legs shut as they wonder how deep that forked tongue can be showed down their throat. how you could practically rearrange their guts with that thick tongue

don’t even get them started on the way they unashamedly stare at your crotch or chest or strong thighs when you do simple stretches. they have a hole and a goal, they’ll forcefully make your cock fit inside their warm walls. anatomically impossible be damned, they want your babies, they want you to use them like they’re nothing but an onehole to you, a stress toy you can blow off steam on. mouth? jaws open and looking up at you prettily. prefer their tight walls? already prepped, a whole bottle of lube ready and bending over for you in any position, place you want. want to use their thighs? legs closed, raised high, ready to drool as they see your heavy, inhuman cock disappear and appear through the flesh of their thighs. you have clawed fingers? it doesn’t matter, they’re already squirming in their seat as they see your claws gets clipped a bit on the front, dulling the sharpness. for them

it doesn’t matter how many times you two have sex, every goddamn time they’ll be squirming, thrashing around, sobbing and getting drunk on the feeling of your cockhead pushing past their walls. just the head in and they’re already feeling like they’re gonna cum. you slowly ease them down into your thickness, their hole tightening around you so much to the point you nearly think that the blood circulation will stop. you would ask if they wanna stop, want you to pull out or have a break. they’ll vehemently shake their head no, asking you to keep going, fuck them dumb, use their body and fill every one of their holes until they’re overflowing with your cum

sweet little thing, so small compared to your monstrous form, already shrieking and squirting when you bottom out inside their soft warmth. they’ll try to weakly bounce themselves on your cock, trying to get some friction but all they can manage is meager grinds. you would chuckle, lean back and watch them make themselves stupid with just a few movements when you two haven’t even properly started yet. such an eager mortal

watch them get dumb, getting all the logics fucked out of their head as pretty eyes roll back, pupils so wide you can’t see their original eye color. mouth always open, punched out breathy “aanhh… ah ah angh mmgh! s-so bigg… f-fucckiinngh my guts♡︎♡︎!!” come out, already lost as they clench around you again. cute little mortal lover of yours, getting their holes stretched by their inhuman lover. circle your finger or claw over the bump in their belly and they’ll squeal, kicking their legs as they lean back against your chest

if they get too loud, don’t worry, you have large fingers and long tongue for a reason. kiss their lips gently as a silent form of warning before showing your tongue down their throat. place the tip of your finger pad right against their adam’s apple and feel as their esophagus widen just a bit with your tongue inside them. lick the insides of their mouth, exploring the wet cavern and feeling their tongue flatten against yours as a muscle memory. only to pull out and shove a finger into the first knuckle, making them choke due to the change in thickness. just a single finger to the first knuckle and they can’t handle it

if they bite down on your finger or tongue or even your cock, you can bite back too. just gently add some pressure onto your fangs that rest just over the back of their neck. they’ll thrash around like they don’t want it but their bucks into your awaiting jaws says otherwise. they’re just waiting for the day you would finally mark them, make them your mate so they can tell other monsters of your race to fuck off

but your human lover becomes hundred times worse when your heat cycle hits. it’s over for both them and you. you’re not getting out of the house and they can’t even feel their own body but they will always drunkenly blabber for you to “c-cummmgh!! cum insiidee♥︎♥︎k-knock meengh up♡︎knock me up!! make me yo-oongh your your mate...♡︎♥︎♥︎!!” while they stare at you with drunk eyes and drooling lips. since they asked so nicely, surely you can fulfill their wish this year and knock them up right? and mark them as yours while at it too

in conclusion; pls send help i’m horni and want to be a monster

characters: jing yuan, blade, dan feng, dan heng il, himeko, gepard, wriothesley, neuvillette, zhongli, baizhu, capitano, pantalone, dottore, childe, pierro, sampo, gallagher, ayato, alhaitham, kaeya, diluc, calcharo, jiyan, geshu lin, yuanwu, yhan, scar, aalto, diavolo, beelzebub, lucifer, mephistopheles, thirteen, raiden ei, black swan, kafka, yae miko, clorinde, navia, baizhi, rover, taoqi, changli, yelan, xianyun, welt yang + anyone you like

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Stalker who you have been aware of since the beginning. It is difficult not to. He is really clumsy. He made it a habit to come to your room every night, but he always makes a ruckus while trying to get to your bed. One time, he even tripped and face-planted. Poor baby.

Yandere!Stalker who uses his nightly visits to bask in your soothing presence, even if you are just sleeping. He will take anything he can get. He doubts you will let a nobody like him approach you during the day anyways. When he is feeling bold, he sometimes traces your facial features. You are just the prettiest to him. That is why he also has a whole folder with pictures of you taken when you were unaware.

Yandere!Stalker who, one day, has enough courage to go under the blanket with you. He waits a bit to be sure you are still sleeping before scooting closer to you. His chest is against your back; you can feel his heart beating like crazy. He then shyly wraps his arm around your waist and nuzzles into your neck. A light pink hue dusts his cheeks. Being this close to you…He is so happy he could die right now.

Yandere!Stalker who you suddenly pin to your bed. That is it. You can’t take his cuteness anymore. It is your turn to have fun now. You watch him try to get out what looks like to be an explanation between his stutters. He keeps squirming, his hands can’t stop fidgeting and his wide, puppy-like eyes look at you with a mix of horror, from being caught, and excitement and adoration, from being underneath you.

Yandere!Stalker who you tell to wait on your bed as you make your way to the closet. A few seconds later, you toss him a…maid costume. And then a… bunny costume. And then…a skirt with cute bows. And then…You seem to spawn out of nowhere the most skimpy and feminine outfits known to mankind for him to wear (you bought them just for this eventuality).

Yandere!Stalker who has tears in his eyes as you tell him to pose. His right hand is doing a shaky peace sign while his left hand is holding the tiny skirt down. His face is beet red and he feels hot everywhere. He loves this. He is so vulnerable right now, yet he only wants to show you more. Please, humiliate him more. Pin him down again. Toss him around. Step on him. Use him as you wish. Make him yours. He will be your toy, your boyfriend, your lover. Yours to break and yours to put back together again.

“Say cheese~” *click*