#yandere cult

[screeching-bunny]

I'm intrigued by the idea of yandere priest harem.

Just a bunch of sexually repressed men that now have a tangible person to 'worship'.

Yandere! Priest Harem

Warnings: Obsessive Behavior, Yandere Thoughts, Bad Writing, Stalking, Possessive Behavior, Reader is Referred as ‘You’

Tags: @endism

What the fuck. You can’t believe it but you accidentally started a cult. You weren't sure how but you managed to do it. Everything about it was planned perfectly for you. From the moment you were kidnapped to the moment where you gave in, there was always some sort of routine that the priest followed that seemed almost robotic. Every word or phrase spoken to you seemed somewhat rehearsed as if they were doing everything in their power to make you pleased and happy. Everything that you requested or asked for was quickly met. Did you just say that you were hungry? Don’t worry, wait a couple more minutes and a feast will be made just for you. Did something catch your eye while you were shopping? In a couple minutes it is purchased and given to you. Never in your life had you seen a group more downbad people then these priests. They are incredibly whipped for you and treat you as if you were some kind of God.

Although you were kidnapped you soon learned to just accept the role as their false God. Why? Well to simply put you were just plain lazy and if being kidnapped allowed you to live a luxurious life without needing to work then so be it. Screw having a job and screw having to pay for bills. You will accept this position with grace and take advantage of it however you would like. The only thing that bothered you was why the hell were people joining this stupid cult!?!? By now you expected the stupid priests to run out of money by now due to your spending habits but why on Earth are people still continuing to donate to them!?!? There just always seems to be a never ending supply of money!!!

“Did you see them? The God of this religion is such a cutie. Do you think I have a shot at becoming a priest? Hell, I wouldn’t even mind being a sacrifice to them.” (Go away).

“I just donated my entire retirement fund to them. It’s so worth it. Did you see how cute their sneezes are? I could literally just die!!!” (Then die).

“I shook their hand a few days ago with my right hand. I haven’t washed it since.” (Gross).

Dammit that's why. You're so called “followers” were nothing but a group of some weirdo simps. The only thing that you ever did around this place was give speeches to your cult that came right out of your ass and they would eat it up everytime too. It is so bad that you could literally say that the Earth was flat and they would go to war to defend that you were right. You’ve never seen a group of more stupider people. As of right now you were currently giving out one of those bullshit speeches to your followers.

“... which is why cats are superior over dogs. If you have a cat tell them I said pspspspsp.”

One of the priests raises their hand, “Can you repeat that whole thing again? That was super cute and I forgot to press record.”

Another priest responds with, “Don’t worry I caught it all and I’ll send it to you later. In exchange, can I have that limited edition picture of them sleeping with a teddy bear.”

Another voice shouts, “Wait! I have some never seen before photos of them. Are you willing to trade it for the limited edition picture?”

“...”

Later that night you soon discover that there is a “trading card game” going around the cult using your pictures. You weren’t even sure how they even managed to take these photos but they somehow have them and how were these mass produced without you even noticing!?!? Why are they out of stock and why are they so popular!?!? Everyday is a never ending migraine for you. Just when you thought the priests couldn’t disappoint you even further, they always manage to prove you wrong. If they weren’t the ones feeding you, you would have been long gone by now.

Waking up always felt like a struggle most of the time. Like it literally was a struggle because there was always someone in your bed with you. They would constantly cuddle up to you as close as possible and make it difficult to leave the bed with their weight holding you down. By the time you wake up breakfast is already made and there is someone constantly fighting to decide who gets to feed you. After breakfast, you stroll around the gigantic garden that was funded with the money of taxpayers. Afternoons are spent giving out wack speeches and talking to your loyal followers. Dinners are the same as breakfast and there is competition on who gets to bathe with you. Quite often these end up turning physical fights between everyone. During the night you're out like a light and it’s a repeat of everything the next day.

Every passing day makes you so concerned for the mental health of others. There is just no way that any of these people are mentally sane. They have to be on drugs or something. You refused to believe that these were rational adults that are contributing members of society. No matter how much you try to change your personality, they always find a way to coo at you. On the days that you act like a brat you are met with the responses of, “Oh my god look at them pout that's so adorable!! Now step on me–”. On the days you act lazy it’s met with, “You don’t have to move I’ll do it all for you! Just let me lick your–”. Are you acting happy today? Well that's met with, “Your smile is so radiant! You know what would make your day better if you let me suck–”. In the end though it really doesn’t matter because their main goal in life is to forever worship your being whether you like it or not.

[yandere-writer-momo]

Hey Momo! What’cha think about thissss

👑 Reader x Yandere Kingdom

You were a breath of fresh air – the calm after a storm. The empire needed change. Their once honorable king was driven to insanity from the death of your mother. This leading to years of infighting amongst your elder siblings for power. Despite the tragedies that submerged the palace into darkness….your light never faded. Your beauty caught their gaze, but your benevolence captured their hearts. You were nothing like those demons. The denizens of the empire, chose to ignore tradition and swear allegiance to you — and only you. They only want what’s best for their darling little prince/princess. You do so much for them. Please, let them return the favor…

(Song Inspo: “Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act 2”)

I couldn’t imagine how horrifying it would be for poor princess reader who is worshipped by her every citizen to the point that they eliminated all competition for the crown for her. Whose citizens refused to allow their precious princess to ever be married off, instead selecting the best looking (and best endowed) amongst themselves to be her concubines. Knights, stable hands, maids, bar keeps, blacksmiths, bakers, it didn’t matter what job they had, they were all loyal to their princess. Those very selected few who often indulge in orgies with her where she is the star of the show. Always pampered and lovingly fondled as she’s brought to heights of pleasure she didn’t even know existed. All because her citizens loved her.

The princess is constantly folded up in a pretzel whether it’s to be eaten out until she’s overstimulated or stuffed to the brim with various semen, the princess is never long without her servants close by… her pants and moans were music to their ears. Her name a constant prayer in their lips as they did their best to make sure her perfect pussy was never empty.

Poor princess reader is constantly doted on by her citizens who are just a little too obsessed with her. And this all came from her kindness of giving them all a better life. These people were now determined to give her an even better one. One where her every need is always taken care of.

[2-dsimp]

Evon seems like the type to print out a picture of his darling and place it onto a pillow and pretend he's kissing and more his y/n.

Nah that’s too tame for him. That’s more of Icha the cultist thing to do.

Plot twist: His “God” Is real.

[heartfullofleeches]

i miss false god readers mate i want them to fuck me into next year <3

False God Reader's Mate/The true God the cult worships would be a gentle lover...if you are reader. It's been eons since they've heard from another of their kind - plus Monster Reader is an absolute sweetie, they just don't have the heart to be rough with them unless Reader begged them to be.

If True God Yan took a cultist/human as a mate they'd like just treat them as breeding stock to hopefully bring their kind back from extinction

[yanderecxre]

Yandere!Cult Leader/Priest × gn!reader

Summary: Mason Blackwair always knew you'd be his. His sweet little dove, kept peacefully by his side, it's such a shame you've gotten so disillusioned with the teachings, but that's fine. It just gives him the opportunity to keep you with him forever now, willing or not.

CW: gaslighting, stabbing, cults, abuse of power, pet names, religious themes/wording, breeding, disassociating (reader), non-con, dycraphilia, dubious consent, loss of virginity, threats & as always if you think I missed anything just pm or say anything!

Note: peeks in and waves hi! Hope you guys like this one if you want a part 2 let me know!! ~ bunny

You are a member of your family's cult. Recently, you've begun to doubt your faith and the cult members found you guilty; as punishment, you were chosen to sacrifice yourself in the name of God.

At night you came to your priest, Mason Blackwair cell to ask him to mitigate your punishment. Mason sits quietly and calmly, his face illuminated by the light of a candle, his thin long fingers running over the pages of the Bible. Finally, Mason notices you standing in the aisle and smiles brightly. Despite the certain joy in his face, it is obvious that his smile is fake and here just for the sake of politeness.

“Hello, my dear dove. What brings you here?”

Mason doesn't let you answer and interrupts you with a little laugh.

“Ah, wait! I think I got it, little dove. Did you come here to talk about your punishment? I am sorry to tell you this, but I cannot influence the sacrifice in any way. Soon I will become the leader of our beautiful commune and that is why I need to maintain the reputation of a strict and fair manager…”

For a second, something like annoyance and sadness flashes in Mason's eyes and he quickly turns away.

“My advice is… To open your heart for salvation, little dove. Perhaps our Lord will hear your request.”

"The same Lord who wants them to tie me to the altar and cut me until I'm cleansed?”

You demanded softly, teary eyed as you looked into his eyes, the eyes that once belonged to your childhood friend. The sweet boy who used to pick flowers with you and run around the commune, now turned into nothing but a stranger.

Mason pauses for a moment, his eyes scanning your face as if he is trying to find something in your expression. Finally, he stands up from his seat and walks towards you, stopping just inches away from you.

"My dear dove… Do you know what this sacrifice means? It doesn't mean that they want to kill you. They want God to purify your soul by shedding your blood.”

Mason puts a hand on your shoulder, smiling gently at you.

"Look at me, little dove. You know how much I care about you and the commune's faith. But it doesn't mean that I am blind to the human side of things. I will talk with your father and see what we can do for you."

At this point, there is a sincere and caring note in Mason's voice.

"But remember, our Lord has a plan for all of us, even when it seems like He is leading us through dark paths."

You just shook, rage and fear in your veins. You quickly turned away and left him behind, crying now. It broke his heart to see you so upset, he reached out for you but only touched empty air as you exited with the final parting words.

"I'm retiring to my prison.”

Mason watches you retreat silently, his expression unreadable. Once you are out of sight, he sighs deeply and picks up the Bible again. He flips through its pages, frowning at whatever it is that he sees.

After a few minutes of brooding in silence, Mason closes the book and walks towards the door of his cell. Before leaving, he turns back to look at the empty room with a sad smile on his lips.

"I hope you'll forgive me someday for what I'm about to do."

He murmurs softly before blowing out the candles and leaving it behind, retiring to his bedroom.

You spent the entire night crying your eyes out, lamenting that all you'd see tomorrow was the crazed looks of the people you once thought of as family, your weak pathetic cries echoing around your cell.

You stood still as your parents led you to the altar, your father offering soft whispers of apologies as he and your mother tied you down, a knife lay beside the altar. You looked up at the ceiling, teary-eyed.

As you lay tied to the altar, your family gathers around with solemn expressions. The room is dimly lit and there's a faint smell of incense in the air.

Mason steps forward, his robes rustling as he walks towards the altar. He stops at the edge, looking down at his dove with an unreadable expression.

"Dear little dove…" Mason says softly, reaching for one of your hands. "You are about to become a vessel for our Lord's power. Do not be afraid.”

Mason picks up the knife from beside the altar and holds it gently in his hand.

"I will be performing this sacrifice myself," he adds. "May God have mercy on your soul."

With that said, Mason places a gentle kiss on your forehead before raising the knife above his head with both hands.

"Do not resist," he whispers to your ear. "Receive His love."

You closed your eyes and sobbed, refusing to let that sick yet soft look in his eyes be the last thing you saw.

Mason hesitates for a brief moment, his grip on the knife faltering slightly as he hears you crying. A flicker of emotions crosses his face before he quickly regains his composure.

"Dear dove," Mason says softly, almost pleadingly. "Do not be afraid. The pain is temporary but the glory you will experience afterward is eternal."

With that said, Mason slowly lowers the knife towards your chest.

"May our Lord have mercy on your soul," he whispers as he plunges the blade into your flesh.

The sacrifice lasts only a few seconds - it's short, but terrifying- and everything becomes blurry to you, as if you'd been transported out of your body and that someone else was experiencing this torment instead of you.

When it's over you feel weak and faint.

When you awoke, you were back in your bedroom, your mother sitting on a chair beside you. She reached out to touch you and you flinched terrified, letting out a loud sob.

As you awaken in your bedroom, you see your mother sitting beside your bed on a chair. She reaches out to touch you, but flinches when she sees that you are terrified of her and immediately backs away.

"Shh… it's alright," Your mother says softly, trying to comfort you. "You're safe now, my dear.” you want to scream ‘LIAR’ at her as she speaks, saying you were safe. You felt horrible and terror filled your body.

Mason enters the room and stands at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest, watching silently as your mother tries to calm you down.

"You did well today," he says coolly. "Thanks for receiving His love."

Although his words are praised-like, they do nothing to produce any emotion or feeling from him. He watches you, shaking and looking like a terrified animal, like a lamb who barely escaped the slaughter. He wants to say more but knows nothing he says will help you.

It was like seeing a ghost, his little dove no longer did as they usually did. There were no more sweet smiles or hymns sung as chores were completed, no more treats baked with trays especially reserved for Mason. Instead his dove was shut away, in their room, only going out for meals and sermons or whenever their parents coaxed them out.

Mason notices the change in your behavior and it bothers him deeply. He cannot help but wonder if he's partly responsible for what happened to you.

One day, he decides to visit you in your room. When he enters, you are sitting alone by the window staring out at the sky. You look up when you hear him come in.

"Little dove," Mason says softly as he approaches you. "I'm here to talk with you.”

There's a slight tremble in his voice - an unusual vulnerability that shows that even someone like him has feelings.

"I know that things have been difficult for you lately," he continues, taking a seat beside you on the bed. "But I want you to understand that everything we do is for the greater good of our commune and our faith."

He places a hand on yours and looks into your eyes with deep concern.

"You can always talk with me if there's something troubling you."

You stared blankly back. "I am fine. I've been cleansed by the knife.” You whispered softly and finally looked at him with vacant and distant eyes.

Mason nods slowly, sensing that there's something you're not telling him.

"I see," he says quietly. "But I can see that you're still hurting inside. And I want to help you."

He takes a deep breath and continues, "Little dove, I know that the sacrifice was traumatic for you. But it was necessary for our faith. You were chosen because we believe that your spirit is strong enough to endure it."

He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching her face.

"But if you're still feeling lost or confused… You can talk to me about it. Remember: Our faith is in everything."

"I used to play the piano. Right? Or did I sing? My memory is confusing.” You looked up at him, sadly. Shaking slightly as you stared at nothing. “I don't know who I am anymore, Mason. I'm scared.”

Mason furrows his brow slightly, unsure of what you are trying to say. He doesn't remember you ever playing any instrument.

"I'm not sure what you mean, little dove," he says with a frown. "What are you talking about?”

"I don't remember who I was before the sacrifice. Who was i? Who am I now? I'm scared Mason, so scared. Who was I before you drove the knife into me?”

Mason freezes at your words, his mind processing what you just said. He stands up from the bed and takes a few steps away from you, his face contorted with shock. He thought you'd forgotten he'd been the one to do it.

"What are you talking about?" he asks harshly. "I never drove the knife into you, little dove."

His voice is cold and hard, and there's a hint of anger in it.

"Who told you such lies? You are mistaken. Your mind is playing tricks on you dove." Mason mutters as he knelt between your thighs, grasping your hands in his and squeezing them. “Fret not little dove, your mind will get better.”

"May our Lord have mercy on your soul." It's spoken in a mockery of Mason's voice. You looked at him slightly confused, "That's what you spoke, right? Unless um, I misheard… but it sounded like you-”

Mason's eyes widen in realization as you speak. He takes a step closer to you, his expression softening.

"Oh, little dove…" he says softly, placing a hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry you had to go through this."

He pauses for a moment before continuing.

"You are right… It was me who drove the knife into your heart. I did it because our Lord told me so in a vision - it was His will that you be sacrificed.”

Mason cups your face gently and looks into your eyes with compassion.

"But please believe me when I say that everything we do is for the greater good of our faith. Your family has devoted their lives to serving Him."

“Y-you did? But- w-why? It hurt- a lot-” You were working yourself up into a panic before he gently pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Hush, little dove, you're recovering, do not strain yourself, you know why. In order to cleanse you, now enough of this. Rest and cease thinking about such things further.”

Mason looks away from you for a moment, his eyes full of sadness.

"I know you're not thinking clearly right now," he says quietly. "But I still feel responsible for what happened to you. I know that you must hate me now… But please understand that it was never my intention to hurt you."

He takes a deep breath and continues, "All I wanted is to protect our faith and people from the evil in this world. Sacrifices are painful, but they purify our souls and make us stronger - so we can better serve Him.” Mason murmured and hugged you tightly to his chest.

"I f-feel upset. You're supposed to protect me, yet you drove a knife into me and now that- that everyone in the commune saw it- i- I'll be alone forever and my parents won't find me a spouse.” Your lip wobbled and you sniffled slightly, clinging to him. You were unable to see his cruel and satisfied smile as he held you, petting your hair softly.

Mason listens to your words with a sinking heart. He knows that it is true - he did drive the knife into you, and that decision has caused you so much pain.

"I… I had no choice," he says quietly, almost to himself. "It was His will."

Fake tears glisten in his eyes as Mason looks at you, finally realizing the weight of his actions.

"You're right," he says softly. "I should have protected you, not hurt you. I cannot change what happened now… But I promise you this: I will do everything in my power to help you recover from this. Starting right now.”

Mason gently kisses you, his lips pressing against yours as he speaks. “I'll remedy this immediately, you and I shall marry. That way you won't be alone.” He doesn't give you a moment to speak, already pressing you against the bed, kissing you deeply now.

You let out a muffled noise of confusion and panic, squirming underneath him and pushing at his chest. His lips finally move away only to seek your neck and leave bites and bruises upon it as you gasped and whimpered. “A-ah! M-mason- wait- p-please hold on- i-”

His head lifts up, looking at you with his eyes blown wide as he grunts an acknowledgement to your words, “Yes my dove? Sh, it's alright, who better to take responsibility than the one responsible for your misfortunes? Relax, or would you rather this happen at the altar later? Where everyone, will see and hear you?”

You trembled slightly the idea of that happening terrifying you to your core yet feeling slightly exhilarating. Mason grinned, feeling you relax and continued making his way to your waist.

Mason kissed down until he reached your entrance, humming softly as he placed his hands firmly on your squirming thighs, grunting loudly as he forced them open. “Enough of that, do not do that again or I will have to tie you down. Understood little dove?”

You nodded, or tried to as you gasped softly and whimpered out a moan at the feeling of his tongue licking and sucking at your entrance, no one had ever touched you there. “Mhmph! M-mason! Hng- t-too much!”

Mason puts a comforting hand on your thighs. He pulls away from between your thighs, face covered in his own saliva and your fluids that ran down your inner thighs.

"I understand that it can be scary, little dove. But I promise you, nothing will harm you here with me."

He gives you a reassuring smile. Breathing heavily as he speaks, his fingers finding their way to your still quivering entrance which he circled a finger around.

"Besides, my love for you is as pure as the intentions of our God. All we have to do is make love and everything will be alright.”

Mason's finger breached your entrance, slick with something that made it easier to handle, slowly thrusting his finger in and out. He gave you plenty of reassurance and pressed kisses to your thighs and stomach.

“Dove, you must relax, you're still clenching up and tensing up. You'll hurt yourself more than me if you don't relax.” With those words he sunk another finger inside, his free hand pinning your hips down to the bed when he felt you buck upwards.

Mason grunted as he felt your tight heat around his fingers, if you were this tight around his fingers you'd never be able to fully take all of his cock. He didn't want to hurt you more than necessary, not yet at least.

“Sh, sh dove, easy there we go, good little pet.” He murmured as you whimpered and moaned, feeling his fingers hit something inside of you that had you unable to breath. You heaved slightly and looked down at him through tearful eyes.

“M-mason- please- ngh! That feels….. mhm! Good-” You moaned out and let your head drop against the pillows, falling into a dream-like state as you allowed him to continue. “M-more…. Please give me more-”

Mason grinned at your words, a sinister gleam in his eyes before he cooed and slid his fingers out, shushing your confused whines with a simple kiss before he undressed himself and tore your remaining clothes off.

"As our Lord wishes," he whispers between kisses, his voice reverent yet filled with desire.

Mason aligned his cock with your entrance, sliding it through your messy thighs first to coat it before he spread your legs and slowly sunk in.

“P-please, please be mhmph! Gentle, please Mason?” You whimpered softly, eyes locked on him as he looked down at you, mouth drying when he saw your flushed and tear stained cheeks.

Mason looks down at you with tender eyes, his hand running up and down your side soothingly.

"I will take care of you, little dove," he says softly. "I promise."

With a gentle but firm motion, Mason fully enters you, slowly thrusting in and out of your body. His movements are gentle at first, but soon become more passionate as the intensity increases.

As he fucks you, Mason whispers religious phrases to you: "pray to me", "I am your God", "repent for your sins". He continues kissing and caressing every inch of your body, making sure that you are comfortable throughout the entire ordeal. Even as he feels you twitching around his cock, your own fluids covering both his cock and your thighs and stomach. How many orgasms had he wrung from your body? Five? Ten? You lost count.

He's filled you up more times than you can count, you thought he was trying to breed you and knock you up the way he came and came. You couldn't move as you moaned and whimpered, unable to speak much less move and do something about him fucking your sensitive body.

When he's finished, Mason pulls himself out and lays down beside you, holding you close to him. The room is silent except for the sound of breathing as you both catch your breath after Mason seemed to fill you up so much a slight bulge could be seen, you shifted trying to get comfortable yet only felt his cum leaking out your spent hole.

"Sleep now, little dove," he whispers softly into your ear. "We have obeyed our Lord's wishes. Soon enough tomorrow, we will marry and you'll live with me, my perfect little dove who won't have to do anything but obey and listen.”

You fell asleep, cuddled into his side as he looked down at you, a possessive look in his eyes. He'd deal with the consequences of your parents finding you two together in the morning for now, he'd happily hold his little dove and admire the marks he gifted them.

Mason stays awake, holding you close to him throughout the night. As the sun begins to rise and light filters through the window of your private quarters, he kisses your forehead again before getting up.

"I must leave now, little dove," he says quietly. "But know that I am always here for you."

As he dresses in his priestly vestments, Mason turns back to look at you, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

"Now go back to sleep and rest as much as possible. And remember what we did was pure love. Our wedding will be soon.”

He leans down and places a soft kiss on your lips before making his way out of your room and back into the world outside.

[yanderemommabean]

Can we get some yandere Geto going down on a transmasc reader? Pretty please 🙏

((Hi I hope this is ok! Im not too confident but here goes nothing!))

You were so sensitive, head pressing back against the pillow, thighs shaking against your will as you were put on full display. Sugurus calloused fingers made you feel a fluttering pressure as you closed your eyes and try to process anything this gorgeous psycho was saying. 

“You’ve been mine since I laid eyes on you, yet you refuse to let me service you the way you deserve. Tsk tsk tsk”  Geto clicks his tongue in disapproval, dragging his fingers up and down your folds as he wears a rather lascivious smile. “My good boy deserves praise, worship, to be given nothing but devotion, yet you starve us of that. You know I can’t let this continue, don’t you?” 

His voice dropped an octave, deep and angered “You’re slutty hole is quivering for me already. Aching and wanting. Why? Why deny yourself the pleasure we want to give you? It’s angering to think that you’ve been starved of my touch, -my love-  for so long” 

He flicks at your sensitive bud, groaning as he listens to you gasp and struggle to make a sentence. A small bubble of pleasure was forming in his stomach as he drags his thumb up and down your dewy folds, your cute dick begging to be sucked and toyed with as he made you who you were meant to be- 

His and his alone. His to toy with and take apart and to put back together. 

You whimper, barely able to form words as he cruelly begins to flick at your cock again, more wetness dripping from you as Geto presses his face into your wiry hairs and inhales, deep and guttural. Oh how dare you keep this from him? You’ll have to be properly punished once the blood flow is back into his brain and not currently making his cock a precum drooling mess. 

“W-wait no! I-I’m sorry!” You managed to garble out, but it wasn’t really any use, was it? You know Geto is a powerful man, he takes what he wants no questions asked. If he wants to toy with you…

Your body goes taught, his tongue dragging up your skin and swirling around your cock before giving it a gentle suck, making your hips raise and your voice strained. Oh holy fuck his mouth is dangerous- 

He indulges himself, tongue tracing up and down all of your folds as he watches your cock twitch and beg for attention, sliding his wet muscle inside of you as his fingers stroke you up and down, methodical and precise, as if he knew exactly how you liked it. 

Which he should. He’s had his eyes on you for a while. He’s seen you in more ways than you could ever be aware, and he’s been driven nuts by every denial you give to his proposals and offers. 

Well, no more. Geto will have you worshiped and praised, even if he has to chain you down and let the people…have a taste themselves. And who could blame him? How you felt on his tongue, your flavor, a godly nectar he couldn’t get enough of, oh he’s going to drink his fill and then some!

You practically howled, feeling Geto hold your thighs down to get his tongue in deeper, face pressed as close as it could get as his fingers continue to stroke you, hungry and starved like he couldn't get enough. 

You go to try and bite your sleeve to silence yourself, but a harsh bite to your thigh stops you in your tracks, Getos eyes furious and feral as he catches his breath. “If you hide your heavenly melodies from me, I can assure you, you’re going to regret it. Be louder for me. Let me hear you cry as you fall apart”. 

You swallow, eyes watery as Geto continues to lap away at your cock, fingers now curling inside of you and fluttering to hit that specific ridge, causing you to yelp and tense your legs. 

You were helpless, riding the man's face and fingers desperately, unable to push away the instinct to cum, to cover his face in your mess and give the man what he wants. Fruitlessly you yank at his hair, his lips coming to suck on your cock as his fingers crook just right, causing your vision to turn white and your knuckles to clench in his hair. 

The explosion of pleasure has you panting and gasping, words failing to leave your lips as Geto slurps, sucks, and curls his fingers again and again, brutally like he’s punishing you. And in a way, he was. You have turned down every kind offer He’s given you to join his “group”. To be one of the enlightened. No more. He’ll have you with him, and he’s going to ravish you until you simply can’t leave. 

It’s hard to walk when one's legs can’t work, after all. And you’re so sensitive, it should be fun watching you come apart again and again, until you’re crying those pretty tears and can’t push him (or his love) away anymore. 

“Fuck fuck FUCK- “ you cry, that cord in your core finally snapping after a few more rough sucks, his fingers not stopping as you rock against his face and go still, shaking and gasping as the pleasure shoots through you and your eyes can’t help but roll back. 

Oh what a sight to behold. You, sweat covered and disheveled, panting and hiccuping little pleas as Geto continues to toy with you. You aren’t being fair here you know? Being this precious is dangerous with a man like him. 

You wince, a pitiful noise being made as Geto kisses up your stomach, but only moves to hold your legs open again, making sure he left another bite to your other thigh as he feels you quiver and tremble beneath him. “Atta boy. See? That wasn’t so bad now was it?” he asks, his skilled fingers coming to rub up and down your still twitching cock. “Now keep behaving. We have a long night ahead of us, I’d rather it be easy on you”

-Mommabean (I hope you like!)

[casuallyanidiot]

what do you think of yandere priest but in more of a cult vibe?

Like a mother and young adult reader came to the neighborhood and the mother joined the "church" and became crazy religious

Okay, here me out, yandere priest to a cult that's not really a cult, but some multi level marketing scheme.

Tw. for age gap, financial abuse, and religious themes

He's less motivated by faith than he is his own greed. He loves living in luxury scoffs at the notion that he should be more humble. He worms his way into a quaint, suburban neighborhood slowly but surely over several years and drips in bits and pieces of information about a company that's just guaranteed to make you money.

You get to work from home! Be your own boss! And the products themselves work miracles!

Yandere Priest who is calm, charismatic, suave, and oh so charming. Most of the flock he tends to don't even realize he's scamming them out of their life's savings. They're all just far too dumb to even think of him in a negative light.

You and your mom moved to the neighborhood after finally managing to improve your financial situation. You were enrolled in a local community college and had several low paying jobs along with your mother, and the two of you lived frugally until you could afford enough to live in a nicer part of town than the one you had been stuck in your entire life.

The two of you are welcomed warmly by the church, the community, and yandere priest. Your mom is happy to have found such a nice place to live, and she's instantly enticed by the promises of making money through joining the congregation. She gets a bit of success through it at first, and soon she's hooked.

You however, don't buy it one bit.

Yandere priest is intrigued by you. While your mother begins to zealously preach the word of the bible and the word of his money, you seem to have an inherent distrust for him. It makes sense, he thinks. He essentially just views your little family as another wallet in his collection. Still, as much as he understands you, a poor little lamb who wasn't joined his flock yet, he can't let you roam free lest you lead others astray.

It's then he really starts to lay the charm on thick. You remain unconvinced despite the fact that he begins to visit your home often (It's an honor by the way. Your mother knows her place. She graciously welcomes him in and shouts at you when you don't show him respect.), and he catches you scowling at him when you think no one is looking.

You're just so frustrating to him. At first you were like a little challenge to beat, something that he had to work to get for once, but you're proving to be a true pain in the neck. You cats doubt on his name to anyone who'll listen, argue with your mom and try to get her to quit his church often, and he's even caught you trying to snoop around in some financial documents of others around the neighborhood. He begins to think of you as less of a lamb and more of a vixen.

It doesn't help that you're pretty and cute. You're a young faced, rebellious spit fire who calls him out like no one has before, and even though he grits his teeth every time you glare at him, he can't help but love it.

For the first time in a life, he actually has someone he would even deign to call an equal.

Just like with all the money he's sucked out of these poor people, he didn't care that you're practically half his age, or that he could ruin your life with a few words. No, all he wanted was for you to finally just give up, to just set aside your pride and let him win.

All the while, your mother has been changing. She was once a sweet if not ditzy woman who would do anything to protect her child, though now she was wrapped up in the same greed that had been running through this neighborhood since he sunk his teeth in it. Your finances had been depleted despite the fact that she insisted that the church's company was legitimate and making good money. While the two of you had been close, she would yell at you for anything that went out of line from what the church and Yandere priest preached.

You were losing your mother, your community, your hope. If this habit of her spending all of your money on the church continued, soon you were worried that you wouldn't be able to pay for the house or your tuition. You were desperate to get your life back in order, and who but him would be there with a single, honeyed option left for you?

Yandere priest was certain that if he bled you dry just a little longer, you'd eventually accept his oh so gracious offer and finally fall into his hands.

[intynidad]

Cult leader reader tho😳😳😳

YAN!CULT X CULT LEADER!READER X YAN!DEITY

Tw: cult stuff, yandere stuff, tell me if i miss anything

The dancing flame of the central bonfire casted an abnormal red glow, its flickering light captivating the crowd gathered around the wooden stage. Conversations and whispers filled the air, their voices blending into a soft murmur, until an abrupt hush fell over the scene as the sound of approaching footsteps reached their ears.

All eyes turned in unison, drawn to the figure that emerged from the shadows. It was you, stepping into the spotlight, and a wave of anticipation rippled through the onlookers. The atmosphere crackled with curiosity and intrigue as they eagerly awaited your next move.

Your presence commanded attention, exuding an aura of mystery and allure. Whispers of intrigue swept through the gathering.

You raised your hands, a commanding gesture that effortlessly silenced the murmurs of the crowd. The air grew still as all eyes remained fixed on you, awaiting your next move with bated breath. It was as if a wave of anticipation washed over the gathering, each person hanging onto your every word and gesture.

“Thank you all for joining me at this conference in the name of our almighty leader. I promise you that they are the shepherd that will guide you pathless lamb into pure glory.we can join now as one, in soul and body”

You looked around as the people looked at each other and started to whisper once again

You took out your hood letting your face enjoy the cold of the autumn breeze

After weeks of tireless efforts, tirelessly roaming the town and spreading the word about your deity, you were both surprised and elated when, seemingly out of nowhere, a significant number of new followers appeared overnight.

It was as if the very essence of devotion had taken hold and multiplied exponentially. Word had spread like wildfire, reaching the ears and hearts of individuals who were yearning for something greater, something to believe in. They flocked to your cause, drawn by an invisible force that resonated with their deepest desires.

Strangely enough, as you observed the newfound followers who had gathered, you couldn't help but notice that their attention seemed more focused on you than on your deity.

Their eyes followed your every move, their gazes filled with a mix of admiration and curiosity.

You broke character for a second.

“I'm very glad that my deity finally has some more followers. Most people look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them about them and his whispers. Just out curiosity what made you all come to this gathering today?”

Out of the crowd a few hands raised

“I wanted to come here to see if that way i had more chances on ask you on a date!”

Wait-what?

“Me too, let me tell you you look even cuter in person!”

A roar of agreement started around the crowd.

“I though i was the only one!”

“I heard that for joining you had to kiss the leader and give them your blood and honestly i'm down for both”

“They can sacrifice me anytime,lol”

You rarely ventured into town, consumed by your mission to gather followers for your cult. When you did visit, people described you as a ghostly presence, one that seemed to enchant and intrigue rather than repel.

Your aura and mysterious nature fascinated the townsfolk, drawing them in with a sense of captivation.

Tales of your interactions spread, emphasizing the profound connections and understanding felt in your presence

You stand there, stunned

You managed to do what your deity asked you but all of these people were joining the cult for YOU not for the promise of salvation that your deity offered…well you did what they asked you to do,so as long as they do his biding i guess there is no problem?

[insomniac-hours]

14 // Cult

This is part of my Yantober writing list Dorian the Follower TW; Cult themes, Reincarnated Deity Reader, Sacrifice mentions, Blood mentions, manipulation but not towards you,

Cult Follower Yan that appears lighthearted and content to everyone, with a smile on his pretty face at all times and blue eyes crinkled in pure bliss whenever he spoke to someone about their religious group.

Cult Follower Yan that is quick to get new followers to join, tricking everyone with a smile and soft-spoken words, convincing people left and right that its to achieve true happiness, true bliss.

Cult Follower Yan that is quick to trick your vessel, a foolish human who is so easily charmed by his pretty face and does everything he asks for.

Covering them in beautiful silks, jewels, flowers and feeding them all of the foods that their deity would love.

Cult Follower Yan that doesn't hesitate once the vessel is laid down, quick to offer you the body with a quick stab of his dagger, the screams from the new followers drowned by the chants of the originals as his pale hands stain red.

Cult Follower Yan that watches in awe as the sacrifice's skin gains markings, the stab mark healing before his very eyes and their eyes open up, revealing you have accepted the sacrifice.

Cult Follower Yan that is dumbfounded at how beautiful your vessel seems to be with you inhabiting it, your eyes staring up at him as he holds you in his arms.

He doesn't want to let you go, ever, you are his muse, his reason for living and why he is what he is, he wishes to hold you forever and never let you go.

Cult Follower Yan that almost digs his dagger into his fellow follower's throat as they gently lift you up on your feet, despising the thought of your pure skin being touched by another aside from him.

Cult Follower Yan that leads you to his quarters the moment you are able to walk in your new body, directing the others to move all the gifts and offerings they had into his quarters for you.

Cult Follower Yan that watches over your every move, keeping each item that's been used by you, from your spoons to your clothing, wanting everything that's been in your hands for himself.

Cult Follower Yan that hates when you interact with others, despising that you would have to speak to lesser beings when you are far too important for it.

Cult Leader Yan that watches as another begs for your touch, the touch that just he could be receiving, only to murder them in their sleep that same night.

The next day you notice the follower is dead and can't help but smile at your sweet leader's absolute devotion for you.

[yanderes-galore]

Okay but imagine The Bishops Of The Old Faith having a darling and sharing them... That's my concept idea, thank you! :D

This'll probably be short due to the amount of characters but I'd love to experiment with this :) Idk if you wanted Narinder or not, but I included some sections with him.

Yandere! Bishops of The Old Faith General Concept/Idea

Pairing: Romantic/Platonic - Harem

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Cults/Religious themes, Overprotective/Possessive behavior, Isolation, Disturbing descriptions, Blood, Sacrifices, Violence, Forced companionship/relationship.

For this concept I imagine maybe you're some sort of companion/messenger for the Bishops.

Leshy is the youngest, the chaotic and egotistical ruler of Darkwood.

Heket is the sister of the Bishops, the cruel Bishop of Anura and a deity of famine.

Kallamar is the cowardly ruler of Anchordeep, always submissive to his fellow Bishops... he is a deity of pestilence.

Shamura is the wise yet surprisingly sympathetic ruler of Silk Cradle and deity of war.

Lastly there's Narinder, The One Who Waits, a sadistic/cruel deity of death who betrayed his siblings long ago... he resides in the afterlife but originally had a temple of his own.

Despite this... I HC Narinder was once loving towards his siblings and followers.

The Bishops of The Old Faith are powerful beings due to their crowns.

They are some of the last surviving gods in these realms.

You are a servant of The Old Faith, am enchanted mortal who serves the Bishops.

You have been given a prolonged lifespan... but are still vulnerable to death by other means.

As a servant, you have grown a bond with the Bishops.

Leshy often looks forward to your presence in Darkwood, welcoming you into his temple and growing gardens of flowers for you to enjoy.

As egotistical as he is, the young Bishop adores yours presence.

Heket often orders followers offer food to her so she can prepare feasts for her beloved friend and servant in Anura.

She warms up to you, as you are well loved servant of her siblings.

Kallamar shows giddy excitement when you visit Anchordeep, often supplying you medicine with Leshy's help if you need it.

Kallamar even enjoys creating trinkets from crystals to give you.

Shamura welcomes you to Silk Cradle with a fanged grin, soothing your mind with wise tales as you sit in a silk hammock.

They do hope their siblings have treated you well...

Narinder often invites you to his temple to help tend to the dead and wish them off to the afterlife.

Narinder is the one who has blessed you with a long lifespan... but he wishes he could make you fully immortal to all wounds.

Each Bishop loves you deeply, sharing you amongst themselves as you roam the regions.

Their bond with you often causes fights.

The typical sort of siblings fights... right up until Narinder's betrayal, at least.

For the most part they work together to care for their dear servant.

Followers who do not respect you are harshly punished by their Bishops.

You are a key figure in their faith, worshipped as the loyal servant of The Old Faith.

Even when Narinder betrays his siblings with differing beliefs, he tries to drag you into his prison to keep you away.

The other Bishops, his siblings, disagreed with such a thought.

Now your time with them is different.

The remaining Bishops are more cautious and overprotective of you.

While Narinder, now known as The One Who Waits, pines for you within his prison.

Leshy holds you close in the gardens of Darkwood, unable to see you due to his gouged eyes.

Heket keeps you fed, but conversation becomes harder for her.

Kallamar is now even more fearful than ever, hearing dulled due to Narinder's torment... he never wishes to let you go and begs you to stay with many crystal gifts.

Shamura is now less sane, yet still wise... always speaking in riddles and keeping you wrapped away in Silk Cradle for long periods of time.

The remaining Bishops keep you under close watch, protective yet thankful Narinder never got his claws on you.

Meanwhile Narinder plots his escape... planning to have his revenge for being imprisoned.

As lamb after lamb is slaughtered... growing fear makes the Bishops' obsession worse.

Your freedoms are restricted the longer things go on...

Soon your only relief may be Narinder's release at the hands of The Lamb.

Only then will your ties with Leshy, Heket, Kallamar, and Shamura will be lifted...

In exchange for possibly an even worse beast... changed from his previous self due to years of imprisonment.

[yandere-kokeshi]

— Jealousy

Pairing: Yandere bee’s x gender-neutral reader x jealous female worker

Warnings: Yandere behavior, violence; knife usage, reader thinks it's their fault that something traumatic happened.

A/N: These bee characters belong to @yanderemommabean — please check out my first one if you wanna read it! Otherwise have fun reading <33

Jealousy and anger mixed is an ugly emotion. Unbridled rage even more so; the feeling of your chest running throughout your body, hands tightening into a fist where it turned into muscle spasms and the envious thoughts that came with it; she despised you.

She was a fellow worker, a fathomed woman filled with jealousy and rage towards you. All day, she was forced to serve you and have a smile placed on her face, yet when her rightful place was in that king-sized bed, worshiped with all hands filled with lotion to massage her stressed muscles and be given any type of food she ordered.

Oh, how she wished that would be her: be cradled in the lap of the drones, kissed gently as they praised her for doing a good job for the bed work.

Though, she can say that her patience was running thin. If only there was a way to get rid of the obstacle that prevented her living her dream, maybe make you believe she’d rub lotion onto your continuous used joints, suffocate you right there and then. Or, she could just drug you every day, watch you slowly drift away as she gets to the spot she very deserves.

Tonight would be the night she would get her rightful place, and be called a queen.

You had just gone for a walk; a small, innocent, and harmless walk in the hive. You had been bed-stuck for hours, being worshiped with many hands and mouths; you were tired and needed to stretch your legs from the hours of pure pleasure.

Not that you minded it, it was just sometimes too much and you got overstimulation from the continuous surroundings that were always the same.

Walking around the huge hive, admiring the beautiful windows that showed the planet’s beauty and scenery, you had stopped in the middle of the hall, looking at the beautiful stars in the midnight sky that glimmered now and again.

Then, you heard fast and steady footsteps behind you, before you could even react, you were pushed against the wall harshly; hands wrapped around your throat whilst being crushed against the wall.

“Do you think you’re better than me?” the woman cursed at you, shooting you a venomous look with gritted teeth, sharp canine teeth snarling like a beast; ready to devour you piece by piece.

Trying to scream from the immediate position, she quickly covered your mouth, kicking your knees to dwell in pain and trying to get you to submit – listen to her ‘wise’ words.

You struggled against her tight grip, terrified and shocked by this sudden behavior. After months of being captured and treated like a deity, you were no longer used to abuse and wrong-doing; quite the opposite.

“Now, you listen to me or I’ll hurt you badly.” she stared into your soul, “Understand?”

Quickly nodding at her words, tears gently rolled down your face as your teeth chattered against one another.

“I’ve hated you ever since I’ve met you, you don’t deserve these goodies! No-one like you deserves it.” she threatened, looking at you like a kid in front of a criminal. Pulling her hand from your throat, she pulled out a knife: a thick, silvered one decorated with flowers.

With the leftover energy you had, you kicked your knee into her groin and pushed her away, causing the blade to clatter away from both of your grasps.

“You ass!” She screamed at you.

From fear, you tripped on your own feet yet still had the energy to be crawling away.

You tried grabbing it but were quickly pulled away by your foot, back where you originally were. The high chance of reassurance was now ripped away the moment she crawled atop of you, forcing you down with her whole weight pressured against your chest.

A fist collided with your face, making your vision blurry and disorienting your hearing from the left ear. You tried stopping her continuous assaults, yet nothing worked amongst her hungry wrath and jealousy over you.

Pools of warm metallic fluid made its way to your mouth, the blunt and foul taste of thick blood made you gag. From the corner of your eye, you saw the blade glistening in the moonlight, highlighted like a rare piece of ore had just been found.

Trying to scream once more, thin fingers made their way to your throat, closed around your airway. You tried grabbing her hands that were tightly surrounded on your neck, cutting oxygen but it was no use.

No matter how much you scratched, she never stopped the pressure.

Finally, what felt like an entirety, she let go but with the shift of doing something else; admiring the thin blade that was right beside the two of you.

You couldn’t move, all your energy from being choked was floating away.

“P-lease…” You begged, trying to change her mind from what she was thinking. From your clouded vision, you could only see a bit of guilt was shown in her face.

Only a little bit but it was there: humanely emotions that were still present.

You saw her hesitate, peering down to connect eyes with you; focusing on the blood, thick marks on your throat, and pools of blood from the cuts on your face. Hard, whistling could be heard from your lips, coating in thick blood and spit.

Anger coated her eyes, face scrunching in pure revenge before leaning over to grip the sharp object. Raising the knife above her head, the tip of the blade made its way towards you; highlighting your small yelp.

Shunk

Why aren’t they here yet? They should be protecting you.

Shunk

You didn’t want to die, you have so much to live for!

Shunk

Maybe you deserved this.

Shunk

Why did it have to be you?

You were gone. Nowhere to be seen. Nobody was informed that you left your bed-quarters.

All of them were freaking out, all of them were looking for you; flying high and low, yelling ‘majesty!’ throughout the halls while some of them were sobbing thinking something worse happened.

But, when they smelled your blood coming from a certain hallway, they knew something was wrong.

And that it was. They found the woman in front of you, covered in head to toe with your blood and holding the very knife they had given to her a day prior for being a good maiden to you.

“Majesty!” One of the drones screamed, running towards you as the medic team showed; grabbing you gently before attending to your injuries.

Everyone was frozen. The military leader and capital leader were in complete shock.

Then, they all looked at her, teeth snarling and growling throughout the room; buzzing with pure anger.

The military leader’s hand clenched in anger, “Why would you do this!” He growled at the woman, who wasn’t merciful nor looking at your body; rather looking at the ground. He marched up to her, pushing her against the wall while his face showed bloodcurdling anger in that moment.

“Answer the question!” He snapped, making her look at him with a laugh before speaking.

“I hated them, that’s why. They weren’t anyone special! I simply did you guys a job to stop worshiping someone so—”

A punch came to her face. Then another. Then a dozen followed to make sure she felt the same as what she did to you.

“Captain!” A drone yelled, arms pulling him off of her to strop his merciful punches so they can update on your needs.

“They’re moving the majesty to the bed-quarters. They said they’re in critical condition, what do you want us to do?”

He looked at him, giving one look at her before looking back at his men. “Bring the traitor to the champers. After I— we make sure that the majesty is well, we’ll drop her to the feeders.”

Nodding towards the two soldiers that were behind her, who forcefully dragged her down the hall as she screamed ‘no!’ and ‘please!’ before he and a few others followed your way.

You were awakened by your head throbbing. The room was dimly lit from the lamps in the corner and underside of the doors.

Looking around, you realized you were in your bed-quarters, swallowed by a whole bunch of blankets, pillows, and medical equipment that were glued to you: a type of breathing nasal cannula onto your face, as well as new clothes and bandages decorating your skin.

Trying to move forward to get up, your body quickly rejects you, causing immense pain throughout your body and reel back into the soft bed, head rolling back in frustration.

Within seconds, the doors to your bedroom swung open, revealing a few drones, maidens, and the military leader.

“Thank god! You’re awake!” One of the maidens yelled out, running towards your side to hold your hand; grasping your hand, squeezing it three times to signal a small ‘I love you’.

You smiled at the maiden, before looking at the captain who was walking towards you with a cup of water. “Open your mouth, please.”

Opening your mouth, the glass brushed between your lips; wet and cool water touching the inside, throat slightly burning from the usage after a long time.

His hand gently caressed over the side of your head, above your ear to stable the swallowing. “You’re doing so good, take a couple more sips.”

His touch was comforting to say the least, so was the maiden.

Taking away the cup from your mouth, you were still desperate for water. Looking at him, you spoke: “H-how long have I… been out?” you asked, voice coming out hoarse.

The maiden looked at you worriedly, “You’ve been out for a week. We were all worried. Glad the medics were there in time, you lost a lot of blood!” she weeped, slight buzzing coming from her before tears formed as she sobbed; reviewing the horrific image of you on that floor.

“We’re all just glad you’re well. I’m sorry that I and the others weren’t there to protect you.” He looked at you, getting on his knee beside your bedside to hold your other hand, slightly kissing it with a saddened look.

You smiled gently, “Me too. I’m sorry as well. I was stupid enough—”

You were quickly interrupted by the captain, “No! You are not stupid, you’re majesty. It was our fault that you were bed-stricken, we should’ve taken care of you but we failed; It is our fault, not yours.” He sternly stated.

You smiled again, tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

“I was so scared.” you confessed.

The maiden squeezed your hand, pushing her head against yours, making her antenna’s tickle your face, “We’re so sorry. Please forgive us.”

The captain nodded before looking at the maidens that were now walking in, he gave you one look, before kissing the side of your head, “We’ll always be here for you, Majesty. I’m gonna deal with some issues, but I’ll be right back. Okay? Rest as much as needed.”

As he left, the current maiden holding your hand kissed the other side of your head, looking at you before she spoke, “You’ve done so well, your majesty. Can you please do something for us?”

You nodded, feeling a hand tug at your underarms ever so gently. “We need you to stand up. Do you think you can do that?

“I-I can try,” You replied. She smiled, antennae slightly dancing. “That’s all we ask, you’re Majesty.”

They helped you get into a sitting position, making you hold onto them mostly for support. Taking a deep breath, you pushed yourself to your feet, holding a maiden’s arm to keep up straight. Standing with shaky legs, looking at the ground as they helped guide you to the bathroom; letting you know that they were in no rush and to take baby steps.

“You’re doing so well, few more steps you’re majesty,” A maiden praised you, hand clasped in your hand while you made it to the bathroom, cold tiles touching your feet. In front of you, the tub is already filled with water, soap, and your favorite scents mixed in with honey.

One maiden touched your waist, you could feel her body warm and buzzing, slightly calming your nerves. One of them gently lifted you, letting you sit on the edge of the tub with a whine of soreness as they both undid the bandages, checking your injuries whilst trying to distract you from the pain.

Soon, a loofah gently caressed your body, careful to wash the surrounding areas of the stitching. They praised you, continuously complimented you to make sure you felt safe, comfortable, and okay to continue.

“Majesty?” A voice called you out of your thoughts, looking at the women and dulled water. “You okay?”

You nodded, whispering a couple of words with a sour look: “I’m perfect. Jus’ a bit sore, that’s all.”

One of the maidens frowned, making sure to look at the others before finishing up the bath. After getting out of the warmth tub, a few helped you get dressed, being very careful and praising you on the way.

Leaving the bathroom, one of them lovingly caresses your back, side of your head, and cheek for comfort as they help you make it to your bed. Feeling the soft sheets against your undergarments, you immediately let out a long, heavy, and deserved sigh.

A few of the maidens let out a giggle and spoke: “Take all the time you need. We’ll be here when you wake up.” She said as she came into the bed, nuzzling behind you before buzzing louder.

“We’ll take care of you, your Majesty. We promise you.”

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[marise-eternal]

!YANDERE! Cult × !FEMALE DEMON SUCCUBUS! Reader

🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸🩸

As a young man walk into a room, there are five other people in that room.

two male and three female.

"So do we have everything for the summoning?"

The young man said to the other in the room.

"Yes, we have everything we need Max."

One of the three women said

"Thanks Lydia. John do you have the book?"

Max said to one of the man in the room.

"Yep, it's right here."

John said as he lifted up the book.

"Andy don't you have the knife?"

Lydia said to Andy.

"I don't have it I think that Margaret has it?"

Andy said in a cold voice.

"You all are incompetent, Margaret doesn't have the knife I do!"

Jade said has she lifted up the knife and handset to Max.

The ritual is about to be completed and Max had cut his hand with the knife pouring it into the middle of the circle as a pink dust a forms indicating that it finally a demon.

"Who had summoned me?"

Y/n said in a trampled voice and slightly annoyed one.

"I-I did M-miss?"

Max stuttered out.

"Oh~ well aren't you a cute little human.~"

Y/n said in a seductive voice.

"MAX!! Ughhh fine I'll do it. Demon we have a demand!"

Margaret said angry.

"Well, no way to speak to a demon who you summoned and please don't call me demon I have a name you now or~ you can call me mommy~."

Y/n said in irritation.

"W-well what's y-your name?"

Max stuttered as Y/n gets closer to him.

"Well~ it depends if you want to know what kind of demon I am or what my actual name is.~"

Y/n said.

"W-what kind of d-demon are you?"

Max stutter said.

"I'm a succubus!~ Also my name is Y/n.~"

Y/n said happily as she kept Max's face in her hands.

"My, my, you are just the cutest little human!~"

Y/n coo to Max as blush profusely a dark shade of red.

"Aww~you're blushing that's adorable.~"

Y/n coo again as she said that she rest against Max having his face he ended up having his face resting against her chest.

"Max it's your decision if you want to make a request from succubus."

Lydia said slightly disgusted about the succubus.

Max suddenly had a dark glitch across his face.

He then stands up taking the knife and proceeding to kill all five of them screams of terror and horror.

"Wha-"

Y/n try to speak but was cut off by Max who passionately kissed her.

"I'm sorry but I can't let them be so rude to you, know it can be just me and you."

Max said to Y/n as he continued to kiss her.

It surprised Y/n and she gasped from shock that ended up allowing Max to slip in his tongue.

5 YEARS LATER

Max was sitting on the couch with Y/n on his lap.

In the past 5 years Max forced Y/n to get married to him.

They live in a secluded cabin in the woods.

"Darling~ don't you think it's time we have kids?~"

Max coo to Y/n.

"Wha- N-no!"

Y/n denied.

"Darling~ that wasn't a question or a request that was a demand and that is what's going to happen.~"

Max said as he pulled down on Y/n hair.

Y/n never knew what she did to deserve this but she was sure that she will never get out of Max's grip but she will try anything to get away she doesn't want to have his kid.

"Why did you does is?"

Y/n asked Max.

"It's because I love you, darling~ and you'll never leave me.~"

Max stated.

"I'm a succubus I don't even know if I can get pregnant!"

Y/n cried out as she tried to get off of Max's lab but he pulled her down holding her around her waist and pulling down on her hair.

"Well~ should we try?~"

Max coo and proceeded to kiss and bite Y/n neck and leaving several hickeys and bite marks.

'I know I don't do this often, but please god so sorry for whatever I've done I just want to get out of here!'

Y/n thought as she let out of the light whimper from the pain.

"Aww~ darling~ you sound so cute!~"

Max coo to her as he continued to bite harder.

"You're so cute I can't take it anymore!~" Max said to Y/n.

Max and proceeded to pick her up and walk to their shared room.

He laid her on the bed.

"Darling~ you look like you need some rest." Max said as he laid next to Y/n.

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[ironicallyenraptured]

Worshipper of our ruler by: @yandere-kokeshi

When I read this fanfic I didn't hesitate to make fanart to the charming secretary

Her design automatically spawned in my head

Bees are so sweet

[2-dsimp]

but will Icha take a nap if he can use reader's breasts or thighs as a pillow? Cause I'm willing to take naps with him so he can get some rest. Totally not delaying the soul ritual lol

Fem! Reader

Forget about having Icha take a nap you might as well just sent him into a blissful coma. As his gumball waterson brain cannot compute the softness of your glorious tits against his face.

And if you couldn’t tell already The Cultleader is starting to have a massive loss of blood from his apparent nosebleed.

Although Icha tries his hardest to be the perfect gentleman, he can’t help give into temptation and perv out on you. Coping some “accidental” ass grabs here and there trying to be discreet so he can feel you in your entirety.

All the while he’s singing the praises of his god Eros for even helping him achieve this golden opportunity with his little lamb.

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Cult Leader: Alright - which one of you went out and seduced our master before scheduled - again?

[The room remains dead quiet. Sighing, the cult leader switches off the lights Bioluminescent fluids stain the mouths, clothes, and thighs of nearly everyone in the room - include the leader. Everyone stares up at them]

Yan Cult Leader: ......Well it's not my fault I'm their rightful favorite

[slumber-lexifer]

Addon to cult yanderes and monster reader what if, the deity also falls in love with the monster their cult abandoned them for

[I hope this is what you wanted gnxgn]

As monster y/n is being pampered by the cultist, at the camp with bunch of cabins around each other in the same spot, in the deep forest that was your home for awhile, but the allure of cooked food was irresistible, and here you are sitting in the middle of camp, as all the yan cult members are brushing your fur, and braiding it, till there was a bright light, in the sky over the camp,all the members stop, what there doing.

as golden, particles that shine fall gently, to the ground up the steps to the worship and sacrifice area, that use to have stone carved, of the old god forgotten in rock, the members mumble about if its there, old once deity they worship return, that wasn't worth of praise, Of something like you that deserve to be worshiped "stay behind here y/n we will approach our unworthy deity" the leader of cult says walking up the steps

even if you got claws and teeth taller, then most humans, as yan cult members investigate, the golden dust in the worship area,leaving you behind down the steps were the camp fire uselly is, with other yan cult members,surrounding the golden dust it starts moving, emerge rises out of the, dust it

was 10 feet tall figure white skin,humanoid with no features, genderless,with to big white eyes, it morph a mouth of it's, physically body that moves like fluid, to morph its mouth it speaks "traitors you deserve death as you forsaken me and l want to see the culprit who manipulated you to worship them instead" it shouts in anger as it grab the throat of the yan leader "speak mortal" it spits out as yan leader, try choke out a word,as there damage wind pipe wont allow it, the deity inpatient snapped his neck, as it drops the floor, it looks around, looking for you,

till it sees you.

It disappeared "were did it go you" you turn around behind seeing nothing as something pick you by behind off the scuff of neck you try kicking biting "let go it hurts stope it" you cry out "l shell see why they are so infatuated with you and abandoned me for some looking rat" you fall on the ground, as it drops you,turn on your back quickly to get away, face it tilting your head up, it kneels to look at you closely.

It's eyes go soft it frowns

It never saw, anything more beautiful, it caress you face it hums "lm sorry my dear if l was acting inrational my dear l guess the got me something precious you eill be my mate now instead was expecting you be some sly human who snaked in the eyes of follows who forsaken me for" it growls the last part out, it gets up ,picking you up as it cradle you, of cause your confused in this moment, it speaks "you all shall be punish a week in the void but you did bring me my mate so one food and fight over it" it use it hand to appear, a portal underneath most, of the cultist, that disappeared in the hole,

it looks down to you "your my fluffy precious mate l do anything to redeem myself to you l shouldn't of grab the scruff of your neck so harshly so what do you want" you tale wagging,as your still being held, to it chest it's warm, you eyes shine with excitement "happy meal" you fist the air excited, it looks confused "you mortal what is a happy meal" it pointing to the shaking cult member "well sire it's a foo- "then make it for my mate they get what they want" the cultist nods running off it looks down to you "we shall get to learn about each other l am syron you can call me yours"