#yandere cute boy x gn reader

[rainynightmoonlight]

hiii i loved your cute yan bsf is there a part two? i am so obsessed 🫶🫶

Cutey for you! PT. 2 | Yan Cute boy best friend x you

Characters: Jesse

Summary: Your cute best friend just adores you with all his heart. To the point it brings him to tears

Warnings: Yandere themes, possessiveness, violence, mention of self harm, angst

a/n: I can make a part 2! I've been planning this for a while but I wanted people to want it, yk? Also this will be very self projected. Bone is mentioned!

Pt. 1

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Jesse couldn't understand it. Why couldn't you just stay with him? Why did you have to befriend that delinquent of all people! He's tried so hard to show you how he isn't worth your time or attention. Your best friend is! He's supposed to be your number one! You know that… And yet you chose to be with that stupid idiot!

Jesse can't take this! He can't be without you. His heart aches. He needs you so much. More than that delinquent that's taking you from him! There's more than just jealousy within his heart. There's more than rejection. There's so much more, and he has no one to tell because his best friend is with his rival! The person that is ruining his life!

He's scrolling through his phone, reading messages you had sent. He's deliberately ignoring you. He can't take it, and you need to know he's suffering. It's not like he can tell you, but that's not his fault! You should just know that when he's without you, he's suffering. Not only that but he's afraid. Afraid the moment he reaches out, you'll have moved on. Afraid that you'll reject him every time he wants to talk to you.

Laying in the dark, he's moved on to looking at photos of you. Some he took with you, some he took of you, and some were secret snapshots but let's not talk about those. He's fighting tears. Fighting them and losing. Misty eyed as he finds a video of you laughing with him and being silly with each other. He can't take this!

He checks his notification seeing you posted a new video on your social media. It's just like the video he saw with him and you, but this time it's with that delinquent. Jesse's whole world is tumbling down. Now he's stalking your account and that dumb delinquent's, finding every single post you are in together while tears stream down his cheeks.

He makes no sounds. No sobs. Only shuddered breaths and shaky shoulders. Throwing his phone across the room and cracking his screen, his mind becomes a dark place. One of nightmares that he has tried so hard to keep locked away from you. All his insecurities, fears, and intrusive thoughts swirl. Hyperventilating. Panic. Nothing is making sense.

He grabs a plushie of his. One you gave to him. One that reminds him of you. The scent of you is still on it. It soothes him barely, but the panic attack has settled. A single thought screams within his mind.

“You're being replaced.”

“You're not their favorite anymore.”

His brain is lying to him. It must be! You wouldn't just replace him. You've known him for years! You're his best friend and he's yours. Nothing can just shatter a bond like that.

“Shut up.... you don't know! They love me... I'm still they're favorite!”

Jesse whispers to himself. To the thoughts. A sound barely brings him back to his reality.

Your ringtone.

His favorite song now sounding sour. He doesn't want to take your calls. He doesn't care if you're panicking. He's suffering! He's sobbing into the plushie and holding it for dear life. He can't care for anything other than the irrational worries.

A part of him wishes you would break into his room and hold him, another part loathing the idea of you seeing him like this. It's so close. The blades are so close. He's surrounded by them. He can't help but think about it. He can't help but think about hurting himself. Would you notice how much pain he's in then?

Before Jesse can even think about reaching for any sharp object in his room, the darkness is shrouded in the light of an open door. You. The light surrounding you like an angel.

His body stiffens. Your warmth. It felt like a distant memory. When has he been held like this by you? Do you hug your new friend like this? No. That thought doesn't matter right now.

Only you matter. His crying quiets down. His body melts against yours. No words needed to be exchanged. All that was needed was your arms around his and your touch on his skin. In a matter of minutes he's calmed down.

Snores replaced the tears. Jesse fell asleep against you. Something he used to do when the two of you were kids. He's never going to miss this. You're his best friend. He loves you so much. And right now, all the nightmares were replaced with sweet dreams of the two of you together.

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[deuxcherise]

Collar Crimes: Cat Burglar

C/w: Unhealthy behavior, cat boy oc, yandere OC, yandere male, gender neutral reader, reader is a bit of a blank, fluff (?), mentions crime, mentions alcohol, includes cute cat pic for reference A/n: So I had read that weasels are just like cats, especially when it comes to bringing back a hunt, and… I haven't written about a cat boy yet… That's like the first animal people usually write about… So now I did! And this is kind of a sequel to Weasel In. Enjoy~

Masterlist | Part 0, Part 1, Part 2 (you're here!), Part 3 (1/2)

You’re starting to make peace with the fact that you will never live a normal, peaceful life ever again. Not with how Eris had somehow weaseled his way into your everyday.

It is just… easier, really, letting him do what he wants, so long as he doesn't take things too far. With your 9-to-5 customer service job taking its daily heavy toll on your social battery, having to pretend 40 hours every week of being this peppy, happy-go-lucky person you aren’t so you can pay your bills, it all really makes you want to just quit, become a lazy blob, and waste away. But you don’t. The economy in this damn city isn't so kind to the average person after all.

“I'm really serious, (Y/n)! You should let me install some cameras!” Eris insists.

“For the last time, no,” you answer. “Aren't you watching over my house now?”

A redness appears on Eris's cheeks and he begins poking the tips of his fingers together. “Y-yeah… about that…”

You raise an eyebrow.

“I… also got a job. So I can help you pay the bills! Actually, you can quit your job now and let me take care of you!”

The heck? What happened to being a stay-at-home maid he— not that you wanted him to! This is just completely the opposite of what he proposed to you about a few weeks ago!

“Uh… no. What's with the change of mind all of a sudden?” you ask. “What job?

Eris bites his lip and looks away. “Just thought it was better…”

-----🔔-----

[Yesterday…]

“Really? And what did your ‘lover’ say?”

Eris slaps his buddy on the shoulder. “Quit it with the air quotes. (Y/n) loves me and I love them. I didn’t get rejected! It's only a matter of time before they fully accept me. I just need to… get rid of all those flies.”

“You mean customers?”

Eris slams his fists against the wood of the bar, shaking the iced alcohol in the cups next to them.

“Don’t you get it!? They're taking advantage of (Y/n)! I can't let those flies ruin their life like this! Did you know (Y/n)’s losing weight nowadays? Not eating properly, not sleeping properly— I'm the worst! I need to speed things up or sooner or later… I'm going to…” Eris covers his face and starts sobbing into his hands.

His friend attempts to comfort Eris on the back, before an idea comes into his head. He says, “Hey, why don't you get a job? If (Y/n)—”

Eris immediately pauses and raises his head to glare at him with vicious eyes, promising a fate worse than death.

“Sorry, your lover,” his friend coughs. “If you get a job, then your lover can see just how reliable you are. Maybe that’s why they keep rejecting your offer to be a… maid. Maybe they’re more into that.”

The light in Eris's eyes appears brightly, his face softening as he processes this information. “That's— Oh, thank you, thank you, Ollie! I was right to come to you for help with my problems. You're the best!” he says, grabbing some dollar bills from his pocket and slamming his tip down for the bartender before leaving the club swiftly.

The bartender swipes and pockets the money before resuming wiping the glass. She looks at her boss and raises an eyebrow. “You aren't going to stop him?”

Ollie smirks and takes a sip of his glass, raising a finger. A second later, Eris comes back in and sits back down next to Ollie with determination in his eyes. “Ollie–”

“Yeah. You can start tomorrow.”

“Really??? You da man.”

“Yeah, yeah. Consider it a favor, as a trusted friend,” Ollie says, rolling the ice ball in his cup. “Now, what kind of job are you looking for?”

Eris thinks for a moment. “Need anything with security?”

Much to the bartender’s confusion, Ollie shrugs and says, “Alright. Bouncer it is. Dad was looking to retire anyway. 4 PM on the dot. Shift ends at 10, when Lyn shows up to take over, 10:30, if you take a break.”

“Great! Anything else?”

“That's it for now. Your lover must be coming home soon, right?”

“Right! Okay! Thank you so much, Ollie. Owe you one! Bye! See you tomorrow!”

Ollie raises his glass as Eris once again exits the club. The bartender gives her boss an incredulous look. “Sir, with all due respect, Mr. Eris is…”

Ollie chuckles. “Ah. Well, you've only just met him. Back in the day, when it was just the two of us against the world, I was the brains and he was the brawn. Completely unstoppable…” he sighs, placing his cup down with a little more force than expected. “What kind of person do you think (Y/n) is to turn someone like him into such a pathetic simp?”

“... Who knows?” the bartender answers.

“... Tch.”

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[Night time…]

For the first time in a very long while, you went to bed by yourself.

…..

You had wished him good luck on his new job, which he took as immense praise. You were honestly pretty happy for him. Now he'll be too busy to commit any crimes around your apartment. Maybe he might even be too busy to bother you!

….. 

It wasn't like… you missed Eris. In fact, this is better for the both of you! You aren't even lovers or anything like that!

…..

Maybe… you may have… accidentally… gotten used to the way Eris's head curled up under your chin, and… the ways his arms wrapped around your torso, and… the way his legs tangled with yours, and… how he'd sometimes murmur stupid things like, “I love you” or “Marry me” in his sleep.

…..

Whatever! You roll and face to the other side of your bed. It strangely feels a lot bigger than you remember. You squeeze your eyes tightly, trying to will yourself to sleep.

Creeeaaaak.

You quickly sit up straight, expecting to see Eris. Instead you face some stranger, glaring down at you with strangely illuminated eyes.

Next thing you know, the stranger has you back down on your bed with an iron grip wrapped around your throat. Tight enough to be uncomfortable but not enough to cut off your air supply.

“Huh… I don't understand what he sees in you,” the intruder comments

“W-who?” you croak, clawing at their arm.

The intruder narrows his cat-like eyes at you, pupils moving erratically as they scrutinize you. “I could easily kill you right now…” he spits, before letting go of your neck, “but I won't. Only because Eris is my friend.”

The moment he lets go, you grab your neck and massage the forming bruise, inhaling all of the air you can get as you absorb the situation.

Eris?? Oh great! He's not here to snugg— be your hugging pillow as per usual, and now a friend of his came all the here who knows where to threaten you? For being associated with him? Great. You're glad at least this one isn't strangely fascinated by you like Eris is. It's a nice change of pace from the usual.

Ollie is somehow strangely fascinated by you. He expected a bigger reaction. You're more quiet and lackluster than Eris had described you to be, like right now probably lost in your thoughts. Are you really Eris’s type? Eris, the type of person who just chases and strikes whenever and whoever he pleases? You don't look afraid of him at all, and it pisses him off. What's with that blank face of yours, huh??

The intruder looks pissed off for some reason, with how narrow his eyes are and the way he hisses under his breath. You try to think of words to say to the intruder, only for your stomach to make its announcement with a grumble.

“You want something to eat?” you ask, nonchalantly.

“.....”

You don't wait for him to answer as you flip off the blanket and head out of the bedroom.

“O-oi! Wait a second! How dare you walk away from me!” he calls out.

You pay him no mind and open up the fridge, revealing a few plastic-covered dishes made by Eris for you to eat over a span of several days. You ignore the pang in your chest as you grab one of them out that had rice in it to reheat a portion of it in a bowl in the microwave.

Ollie stands a distance from you, brows furrowed at how ridiculous this situation is. A stranger just broke into your home, without a key, and you're here just offering to feed him? What the heck…

As you wait for the microwave to finish, you suddenly feel nostalgic about how you met Eris.

It was during the winter, when he broke into your apartment the first time. You had been very afraid when you discovered him at that time, shrieking at him and threatening to call the police, before your rumbling tummy decided to add some unneeded humor to the situation. Too tired and famished, you had no choice but to let Eris feed you that cake he had been making while you were asleep.

Ding!

You sigh, taking out the bowl of Eris's home cooking and settling down on the couch with a pair of chopsticks before munching on it.

Ollie continues to stand there. The audacity. Didn't you offer him a bite earlier? Wasn’t that bowl meant for him? Why are you eating it by yourself!? Ollie heads over to the couch and hisses at you before he snatches the bowl from your hands.

“Excuse me??” you snap.

“Hmph!” He takes the chopsticks and starts shoveling down the rice and toppings, much to your horror. Once he's licked it completely clean, he throws it onto the ground without much concern.

…..

WHAT THE HECK!? You stand up. “HEY! What the heck are you doing? Don't just throw stuff on the ground! Who raised you??”

Ollie flinches, having not expected your voice to reach as loud as it did.

You immediately walk past him, crouch down and pick up the luckily unbroken bowl and pair of chopsticks. “No manners, tch,” you mutter under your breath as you head to the sink.

His eyes follow you, his mouth agape. Your face is visibly angry, different from your blank face and nonchalant attitude earlier…

Ba-dump. Ba-dump.

Ollie places a hand over his chest at this strange sensation. As you're washing the bowl and chopsticks to reuse and get some more of Eris's cooking, he plans to say something, maybe an apology, only to spot a photo on the coffee table in front of the couch. It's a picture of a child version of you and two adults, presumably your parents.

In your minimalistic living room with only a plain couch and coffee table with a lack of personal touch, this oddly looks out of place.

…..

This photo looks like something important.

Ollie smirks.

Once you’ve washed your feelings of frustration away, you turn towards the intruder to give him a lesson, but you find him gone. There is an open window with waving curtains letting in the cool night breeze.

Oh, the guy has finally left. You quickly close the window, taking relief that the weird guy has finally left. As you make yourself comfortable on the couch again with a new reheated bowl of rice, you look towards your coffee table–

Oh heck no.

[acid-ixx]

tell your baby, that i'm your baby. (a loving family, an unpalatable desire drabble)

ft. yandere damian wayne x gn! neglected spouse reader x yandere superfam

reblogs and interactions are encouraged and appreciated.

— masterlist !

this is written in regards to one of my drabbles, i can't help but sigh at just how good the angst is for damian in this series.

because in loving family, unpalatable desire, you pretty much exclusively nickname him "dami, baby," from day one right after meeting him. you say it not in a way that you wish to overstep your boundaries at simply being his stepparent - you're aware, despite the ache in your chest admitting it, that you'll never come quite close to talia's standing in his heart, it's simply impossible with how she raised him her entire life before being dropped off in bruce's care - but because you find the boy adorable if you look past his intent at trying to murder you at every passing glance.

or maybe it's just you trying to cope with the pain of your situation, that you consider them all your beloved children, yet never being once called their parent throughout your entire marriage that breaks apart the illusion of a happy home life, that this wasn't the marriage you wanted at all; that you'll never bear a time in your life stuck in the manor seeing their genuine smiles directed at you even if you attempt to approach as patiently as possible in hopes your presence might be accepted— even if it results in awkward laughs at your cringy jokes at the dinner table, or one of damian's weapons nearly plunging the side of your head.

maybe, it's such a struggle to keep the flicker of light alive in your body whenever all your hardships fail, and all throughout you find your husband with lipstick stains all over his white collar every time he comes home that your mind forces itself to believe that with enough trial and error, maybe one of them could eventually tolerate, rather than pity you.

unfortunately, you chose damian, the one who you're convinced arguably despises you the most, of all people living or visiting the manor to run the test.

so in all the instances you chirp out his nickname, so fondly, so eminently heard across the walls of the manor, even in the spacious expanse of the gardens could your voice be heard from miles away, all because you wish to bond with him, praising his artworks with your grating voice, to give him intricate gifts you know will be discarded in the trash in front of you; you'll be met with a stubborn glare and mean comments about how he'll never consider you his parent, to relinquish your delusions at thinking he'll even let you past his walls, and how he'll never follow through the orders of a scum like you.

which is what you're forced to deal with every single day, coupled with harsh reminders of their happiness without the need for your presence beside them.

sometimes, his reactions could be his typical harsh comments, you've grown accustomed enough to differentiate what is harmless and what borders on violence; it's enough to know when to stop bothering him despite your best efforts. other times, it would be as intense as running a sword through the strands of your hair until he chops it at the end with a threat to cut off your tongue right after if you dare call him that putrid nickname again that cuts deeper than any wound.

with every trial of becoming closer to him, results in an even widening crack in your relationship with the young boy. and eventually, with enough sighs under your breath and harsh glares from him, you'll come into terms that you'll never form a cordial bond with the young boy. it's just impossible with how he views you, sheltered and undeserving because of your family's reputation of being money laundering scum.

at that period of time, you instead chose to strengthen your relationship with the reporter who saved you one day from the paparazzi's cruel interviews, the cute man from the daily planet whose name is clark kent with an even more adorable son, jon, who welcomed you with open arms and a tight hug on your stomach, muttering about how he's so excited to meet his new parent, just when you first stepped on the doors of your affair partner's home; that was enough to relinquish any anguish you felt at the manor replaced with absolute joy at what seems to be the first time you're considered the parent, part of a family, in a completely different household.

it helps erase the shadow of doubt that you may be cursed to never be accepted into an established family with just how bright, how comparable jon was to an overexcitable golden retriever, bonding with you since day one unlike all the other insufferable moments crammed into a jam-packed dinner table— only for your voice to be discarded and overpowered by others.

you start to call him your baby instead, completely in awe at the cute freckles littering his sun-kissed skin and the country boy accent he adopted from his dad. you couldn't help but hold his cheeks in your palms and kiss all over his face whilst you kneel to his level, laughing along with the giggles erupting from his throat that creates this harmonious melody in clark's ears, who watches you scoop the boy into your arms just to swing him back and forth in cuteness aggression, just how it always should've been with you.

clark pictures the moment together, capturing jon's smooshed face shadowed by your hair whilst you look at his, no, your son with inexplicable joy, eyes crinkled and shining brightly under the halo of the sunset.

and clark doesn't even have to see just much jon loves and cherishes you at first glance.

he wouldn't even dare compare you to his late mother, never once calling you a replacement or a homewrecker, placing you upon a pedestal you deserve to be instead; because let's face it, you simply live in the manor, but your true home is where clark and jon, and ma and pa kent are at. pictures of your little family are framed in your shared bedroom for you to graze your finger upon whenever you wish to reminisce the blessings bestowed upon meeting your affair partner at just by chance.

but you shouldn't have forgotten about damian that quickly, not when jon all-too suddenly shoves that photo of you in his wallet in front of his face, it made damian's mind go off in a tangent, in both curiosity and frustated yet unstated interrogations at your sudden disappearance (your grating voice don't call out to him anymore, and suddenly, the manor is quieter; he despises that feeling of emptiness more than he does of your nickname for him) then reappearance as jon's, funny, hah—!

jon's parent.

and in moments of careful investigation does he realize—

when you're with jon, his best friend, when he spies in on you at the little farm you now live in, currently alone with someone whom you call your true son, that he comes to realize just how much that nickname means so much to him, as your voice, with that soft tone, scold his friend with that familiar warmth you always used to direct at him with the softest of gaze, an angel unlike the sea of rich bastards he meets at the galas who only communicate with him to form connections, advantages by being associated with a family of the wayne's.

it's only when you're stripped away from him that he realizes how much he relishes your sweet occupancy into his heart, how there's always been an unbidden, forbidden chamber in his heart that beats for the love you offer him that was unlike the harsh environment he was born in.

he's never been adorned with such a delicate title that portrays him the opposite of what he's raised to be; damian has always been the blood son, son of the bat and heir to the demon king's throne, but never something as fond, as unforeseen as someone's baby.

it just thwarts the spark of hope in his heart and extends the lump in his throat at the scene that plays before him, the loving nickname you oh-so carefully address him now relinquished and graced to another boy, his friend no less— who you considered yours, who he's aware is way more deserving of being called your baby rather than him, who had always denied you from the very start.

"jon, baby, you help me clean the windows tomorrow, alright, young man? it's stained with all your fingerprints!" you scold him as assertively as you can, kneeling down to his level and pinching his cheeks all while grinning at the boy. jon retorts with a tongue out his lips and a scrunch of his nose. it garners a laugh from you, one damian swore he's never heard sounded so desirable until now.

why are you calling jon your baby?

"not my fault, mom/dad! i get so excited to see you come home every time you have to return there!" damian seethes at the scene of jon's pouting and puppy-eyes looking up at you, that should've been him.

"can't you just stay here? forever?"

damian despises how he engraves the melody of your laughter in reply to jon's words, right into his eardrums, but omits the disgustingly sweet chirp in your voice calling jon, not him, your baby. his mind nips away at the memories at all the moments you addressed him too, and how he always rejected and corrected you to call him by his name like a proper person rather than a maniac pushing themself into his life.

he doesn't want to ever hear you address him, if it means it's not by his nickname that you now call jon.

damian couldn't even deny how the huge grin that stretches across your face at the sight of his best friend scalds him with bitterness, he wasn't even aware you're capable of such enjoyment, not when back at the manor your hesitant with even displaying a tinge of happiness— as if you're capable of doing so, not when he knows he's one of the main contributors for being the reason of your current affair.

and yet he wishes he could lie and say he didn't miss it, miss your expectant stare at him, the contrast of talia's comfort compared to yours, when the hugs you offer him, the gifts carefully curated to his preferences, the palpable love that never once wavered for your family that you could never call yours, they all seem like a distant dream now that you're away from them; from him.

it hurts watching you two communicate even further, for once it's him in the background watching like an outsider instead of you. for once, he understands what isolation feels like, what foreboding desires fester deep into his scarred soul that could only be cured with one of the softest cuddly hugs, the sweetest, flutter of your lashes as you stare oh-so fondly at jon like he meant the world to you, like it was only the two of you in the world embracing the light filtering through the windows, side by side, inseparable.

if there was one wish he could conjure, a desire he was trained to forfeit himself to feel that creeps its way into the depths of his guarded heart— it's that once you put jon into bed - even if it takes hours, even his heart feels like it's being squeezed out of blood watching your nightly, affectionate routine with jon; reading him bedtime stories, eating together, laughing lightly at the dinner table while you feed him your share of the plate, moments he never thought he felt compelled to spend with you - once he strikes at the perfect opportunity to talk to you, to confront your blunder of choosing them over him, of his woes towards your relationship—

he wishes, with unceasing faith, that you still love him enough to call him your baby once more.

a/n: let this blow up and i might just actually fix my schedule to give more updates. anyways, more damian wayne and jon kent content! one of my fave runs is with supersons and i love fluff paired with angst too so this is a win-win. pls leave in some comments about this series, since ngl i didn't give it as much love as i did for a&a 😭 so yes! mitski inspired chapter with more conflicting feelings. i'm still working around writer's block but everyone's undying support helps motivate me a lot!!!

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[luludeluluramblings]

SugarBaby!Reader (Neglected!Bat!Sibling) x Tony Stark - Falling in Love

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A/N: Someone wanted more fluff of this and I had thoughts about it last night. Tony isn’t my favorite, but I kinda wanted to challenge myself with this and see if I could try it writing some romance.

A/N: Smalltown!Reader is still coming. Pregnant!Reader will be getting a part 2 at some point. Might post another series, the one army dreamer inspired, because why not? Gonna have sooo many WIPs. But, maybe they’ll give y’all some delight.

Warnings: GN!Reader, Mentions of bedroom activities, fluffy, not edited, hardly anything Yandere. Intended to be

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When you and Tony started dating it had been after he had wooed you at some gala. Something for a long forgotten charity. You had initially been hesitant, knowing his play boy reputation. The one so eerily similar to your father’s Brucie Wayne persona.

Still he was charming, good looking, and had convinced you that one night wouldn’t hurt.

And, it hadn’t. The next day when you were about to crawl out of bed and begin your walk of shame, he had dragged you back. Taking his time repeating the night before and with an encore.

By the time you had finally been allowed to leave the bed, your stomach had let out an embarrassing growl that made your cooling skin flush once more.

Of course, Tony wasn’t going to let anyone he spent such a good time with go hungry. Ordering the two of you room service and a giant spread of breakfast.

It’s in that moment things start to shift. You were a good lay for Tony. A young pretty little thing that was some of the best he had had in a while. (Due to him mellowing out with age, not that he’d ever admit that.) But, it’s the way you look at him, shyly and with such genuine gratitude just for him buying to brunch that makes him stop.

Not pause. Because pause means he’ll end up playing again. And, he’s fairly certain he’s done playing. Because, when you happily sit in his button down shirt, munching on the food he bought you, and listen to him talk about an old project (he wasn’t dumb enough to share anything new he’d been working on) with such bright eyes and enthusiasm he realizes this might be trouble for him. It’s even cuter because he knows you don’t understand a single thing he’s saying, but you’re trying. You’re trying so hard and it’s so cute.

It keeps going on like that. Passionate nights and slow talkative mornings that morph into date nights and fun trips and days lounging together. You’re still honestly convinced it could all end at any moment. Nothing good last in your life. And, despite how desperately you want this to last you know it probably won’t. Still you swear to hold on. To take everything he’ll offers. Even if it’s not much and he leaves you in the end. You’re going to appreciate how full and fulfilled her makes you feel.

For you, you fall in love slow and overtime. It a soft and startling realization when you realize you love Tony. You love him dearly and he could break your heart into a million pieces. But, it would be worth it.

You keep waiting for the other shoe to drop. Loving him and waiting for him. To leave.

For Tony, it’s similar. He spoils you he does. He loves the way you look at him when he does. But, as he unknowingly starts to settle, the realization that he’s not showing you off in public as much anymore and that he enjoys just being near even when there’s nothing to talk about hits him in the chest. And, in a Tony Stark like fashion, he spirals for a bit.

It causes him to spend three full days in his lab avoiding the world and his problems. Not sleeping, hardly eating, ignoring Jarvis.

When he finally does emerge, he’s covered in sweat and grease. He aches. He’s tired. He’s irritable. His fully expecting you to be mad he missed your fancy date he had planned. But, when he looks up at you and see’s that exact same grateful look in your eyes, it clicks. You give him that same look of gratitude and adoration every time he does something for you. He’s not doing anything other than being here with you. And, that’s enough for you. You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you. And your willing to love him as his is and with what ever he gives.

Tony doesn’t confess though. To cliche. Instead he proposes. With no ring, no plan, and covered in grease. But, completely serious. It isn’t long until you understand he really means it, that he wants you for you and you’re leaping in his arms crying, yes. Yes. And the. You tell him to shower, because despite the love you feel and your happiness, he smells ripe.

He chases you around instead, before dragging you into the shower with him.

It isn’t until you both have a small private court house ceremony and he’s dragging you on to a luxury honeymoon that he leans over and confesses. Casually. Like it was a stray fact.

“Oh, hey, by the way, I love you.”

It makes you squawk that he has the audacity to do such a thing, but you lean into him and say it back.

“I love you, too… Silly old man.”

“Hey! That’s not what you were saying when I-“

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You hadn’t even thought about you family with Tony. Hadn’t thought to invite them to the wedding. You did call Alfred as soon as you got back though. Telling him the good news with so much happiness that the old Bulter cried when the call ended. You had sounded radiant, and it broke his heart.

Broke his heart that no one in the family had seen just how beautiful your joy was and that they had never bothered to cause it.

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Based off this ask.

[titania-sleeps]

Submissive Omega Yandere x Alpha Reader (He Rides You)

hii reposting this since i wrote this for an ask that i incorrectly answered 😭 if you want a full fic of this instead of my lazy bullet points, pls do tell me

more works including Adonis: Adonis Introduction, First Heat

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse, sub omega yandere, GN reader has dick (cause you're an alpha), minors DNI pls

needy Adonis

• so in this first scenario, Adonis is super pent up and he needs you so bad

• maybe you're busy or not so much in the mood, but you feel bad for him so you let him ride you

• he doesn't think at all, he just goes for it. he straddles you in a moment, and you're nearly surprised by how needy he is

• he parts his ass with his fingers, his hole already dripping wet. the strong rosy scent emanating from him gets you hard pretty quick

• Adonis sinks down on your cock, not wanting to wait for another second. he loves the feeling of you filling him up, it makes him feel whole

• you kinda just lay down and chuckle because he looks really cute. his whole body is flushed and he has this hazy look in his eyes

• you don't say anything to him but you place a hand on his thigh, almost encouraging him.

• meanwhile, he's moaning and crying as he bounces on your cock. your hand on his thigh is his anchor because if it wasn't there he's sure that his entire being would kinda just... fly off because of how good it feels

• he's begging you to fuck him back but you just look at him with a devious grin

• so he's slamming his hips on you desperately, trying to get as much as he can out of you. maybe if you cum he'll cum too?

• an hour passes and he's still fucking himself on your dick. his brain is mush, his speech is slurred, and his eyes are half-lidded in pleasure.

• "Keep it up, good boy..." you drawl, knowing your tone gets him going.

• that's all he needs to hear to continue going for hours upon hours.

sub af Adonis

• in this scenario, you propose the idea first. usually Adonis is on the bottom, but you tell him that you want him to be on top of you. at first, he's really confused

• he doesn't argue though, because if you want to do it then so does he!

• you lay on the bed and he climbs on top of you, sitting softly on top of your dick.

• you shake your head and tell him to hover over your cock instead. he does so, and he's still so confused.

• you line up your dick to his wet hole.

• without warning, you grab him by the hips and slam him down onto your dick.

• he gasps, eyes rolling up at the sudden feeling of being filled. he takes a moment to adjust, his insides convulsing around your cock.

• after he takes his moment, he looks down and wants to ask you why you did that without telling him. he tilts his head, chest heaving a little.

• you love the little look of confusion he has. you lift him up and fuck up into him.

• he's squirming on top of you, body leaning back from the pleasure. is this what being a fuck doll feels like? if it is, he doesn't mind being your fuck toy for the rest of his life.

• you're thrusting roughly, holding him in place so he can't move. he's whimpering and begging you to go harder, to fuck him quicker.

• you think it's funny to tease him, so you slow down and purpose.

• immediately, he starts whining and crying, begging you not to stop. you can't be this cruel; first you give him heaven and now you put him in hell.

• "Nononono, please fuck me, take me, please! I'll be your good boy, your best boy, let me cum, please, please..."

• he's spasming on your cock for the next few hours. it's a good thing you're not in your rut yet, otherwise you'd be knotting in him for the next day and a half.

rereading it i realized it's like the same thing but in different fonts oop

-> masterlist

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

Tehe

Jealous endevours

Yandere boyfriend x gn reader

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Sun light slipped through the window blinds and drowned the room in a radiant glow. The walls that were previously white were now all shifting from red to orange. On them, picture frames were nailed randomly; with different designs to add charm. The main focus was the people in the photos.

Most of the pictures followed the same theme. They contained two people, a hefty young man and in his hold another alluring youth; both were smiling happily in the camera. Some were of them kissing, others showed them having fun and fooling around, and a portion when they stared into each others eyes with adoration.

A large scale of people would turn green with envy at the sight. A pair that seemed so devoid of problems, with so much love for the other person. Such a happy pair should not exist!

But like most couples, (Y/n) and Owen also had issues. They were just not the first thing people thought about when one brings up 'relationship problems'.

Instead of the question if the partner has been faithful; it's the other way around.

It's 'Has Owen even talked to another person for the past month?'

That's right, Owen is someone who's too faithful!- if that's a thing. Besides (Y/n), he barely speaks to anyone else. The only times he does is if he absolutely have to. But those times are few in between, and it's always short responses like a: hm, yes, no, thanks or hello.

In some cases he simply just stares without saying anything at all. Those are the worst, it always end up with (Y/n) apologising to people and that Owen isn't at all desiring to kill them and torture their entire family. Most don't believe them of course. Having a 6'4 giant with hands that can literary break your bones in half, staring down at you, isn't the most reassuring.

Despite his overall appearance, he is the embodiment of a clingy dog. Owen is the type to scratch at the bathroom door, wanting to be let in. Doesn't matter what your doing, he wants to be there.

No longer can you go anywhere without him. No planning to visit places without making sure it's Owen friendly!

The man absolutely HAS to sleep next to you, and you better let him. Don't want the wails to start again, right.

Jealousy and Owen are two things largely connected, a possessive man he is indeed. He despises seeing his darling (Y/n) waste their time on others when it could be spent on him instead. All he wants is to pick them up and run away; to their home and barricade the door. With his physique he certainly could, but he doesn't want to make (Y/n) sad by locking them inside the apartment. Causing his darling pain is one of his worst nightmares. The other of course being their death. Just thinking about it send shivers down his spine.

The clingyness is something (Y/n)'s had to deal with for a long time, and it's better now than it was in the beginning of their relationship. Before, (Y/n) was forced to practically throw themselves over Owen to stop him from attacking people. Not wishing to hurt them in the process, he halted his assault. Nowadays all they have to do is put their hand on his body and redirect his focus on them. If that doesn't help; talking in a sweet voice often helps getting through.

Morning are some of the best times in Owen's opinion. Everyday he gets to wake up to the love of his life laying in is arms. It made him all giddy. Not to mention the beautiful daylight making his sweetheart appear more angelic than they already were. The young man lovingly watches as their chest rose and fell with each breath. He used one hand to stroke (Y/n)'s hair and cheek. Smiling, he placed a gentle kiss on their forehead and sighed before returning to the petting.

The feeling of being touched awoke the slumbering (Y/n), they opened their eyes to see their boyfriend of eight years quietly cuddling them.

"Goodmorning, love." Owen said sweetly.

(Y/n) groaned and dragged the covers over their head.

"Ugh.....morning."

Their boyfriend laughed at their reluctance to wake up. He proceeds to move and lay his body atop of them, crushing them in the process. He put his head in the crook of their neck and planted a kiss upon the sheets, still covering their body. A distressed voice interrupted his affection.

"O-Owen, you're...c-crushing me.." they said between heavy breaths. A look of realisation crossed his face and he immediately pulled away.

"Oh, love! I'm sorry I didn't mean to."

"It's okay Owen." (Y/n) had finally regained breath "I know you forget your size sometimes."

Despite his partner's reassurance, the man still looked at them apologetically. It had happened multiple times where he'd unintentionally hurt his lover. It made him feel awful and ashamed.

(Y/n) watched his expressions during his chaotic thoughts, they sat up and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine, really. Promise." To add further to console him, (Y/n) kissed the corner of Owen's mouth. They swore; one kiss and the man forgot about all his misery. What a simple creature.

Thinking it was about time to get up, (Y/n) pulled off the covers and prepared to stand, only to be dragged down. A large arm wrapped itself around their midsection.

They tried getting up again; no success. Another attempt; no success that time either. All the failed effort started annoying them. They sighed and grumbled, turning to the man currently sniffing their hair.

"Owen...let go."

Their boyfriend shook his head in denial.

"No."

"I need to get ready."

"For what?"

For what indeed? It was a Saturday, there was no need to get up. But not wanting to waste the whole day in bed, (Y/n) disputed.

"We can't just lay here forever, Owen."

"Yes, we can and we will." Owen used his 'final answer' tone in that sentence, hoping to bring the argument to a close. But alas, we can't have everything. Closing his eyes, he'd thought he won the battle but confusion soon spread. There was a itching sensation on his arm, the one he has coiled around his darling. He opened his eyes again to the sight of (Y/n) hitting and pinching his arm. When the earlier confusion dissipated, he understood what his sweetheart tried to do.

'Oh' He thought. His beloved was trying to forcibly make him let go.

He laugh at the image. (Y/n), his sweet, adorable, little partner, was trying to wrestle him of. Him, the big, strong, intimidating monster. It was too cute!

He supposed he could accept defeat this time.

"Okay, okay. We'll go up and do something, I guess." The curly haired man mumbled and released his partner from his hold. With the lack of body heat, the now empty stop on the bed turned cold, Owen frowned at the revelation.

'Maybe I should've kept my mouth shut.'

Keeping his eyes on them, he saw (Y/n) enter the bathroom connected to the bedroom. He sulked when he couldn't see them anymore from his spot on the bed, so like the adult he was he turned away from the bathroom door and pulled the sheets over his head.

In the restroom, (Y/n) carried out their morning routine as usual. Washing their face with skincare Owen had gotten them last Christmas. He apperantly had no idea what it was, besides the basics. Imagine the horror when (Y/n) had asked what he used to wash his face, and he answered with 'soap'. Water is the least you can use, but why add soap??

After dating for so long, (Y/n) grasped the fact that Owen didn't care what presents he got; as long as they were from his sweetheart. They could literally gift him a rock and he would cry in appreciation.

It was a rock they touched, therefore it was the most valuable rock on the planet!

Y/n) walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge to see what today's breakfast would be. They settled in eggs and toast, with yoghurt. While cooking the eggs, they felt a pair of muscles arms sneak around their waist. Seems the bustling awoke the monster.

"What you making, gorgeous?"

God, his morning voice was to die for.

"Well today it's scrambled eggs with toast and yogurt." They proudly stated.

"Looks good." Owen reached his hand into the pan and swiped up some scrambled egg and quickly stuffed it into his mouth.

"What, no touch!" They elbowed the their in the stomach as retribution. "Also, how did you not burn yourself?"

"Because I'm already so hot." He mockingly replied.

"Haha, very funny."

He simply laughed and seated himself on a chair. There he spent the rest of the time observing his darling, until the food was ready. Devouring the meal, the conversation of today's plans arose. Since both of them wasn't really feeling like doing anything special, they came to the conclusion and agreed to a simple date.

The couple were walking on the street, their goal; a cute little resturant they'd visited many times before. It was one of their favourite date spots and would gladly recommend it to others.

The resturant had a very calming atmosphere and a bookshelf, so you could enjoy a good read while simultaneously savour the food they had to offer. It was the only resturant that had books, in the city; so it was special. The place wasn't very well known either which meant it was rarely busy to the point of there not being any tables left. Not like the couple complained, though.

They conversed about various topis on their way there, and while being in the middle of debating on wether to put the cereal or the milk first, a stranger approached them. Owen immediately became silent and watched as the stranger began talking to his partner, asking about directions. (Y/n), delighted to help, happily replied to his questions while Owen stood and silently observed the interaction.

He knew it was a normal to ask for directions.

It wasn't at all fun being lost, after all. But he couldn't help but feel the burning jealousy and possessiveness take root. His darling was a very attractive individual, it wouldn't be weird if someone used the 'I'm lost' technique to chat up his dearest. The curly haired man simply hoped the guy would leave before his already brittle temper would reach the roof. Come on, could he not see that they were taken?

"-place where I need to go i-" the strangers speech was immediately ineruppted when the person he'd been talking to, vanished from his view. A 'huh?' left him.

He turned around and saw the man who stood beside them, dragging them away hurriedly. Bewildered, he stared in the direction they disappeared until the pair were completely out of sight.

Guess he'd have to find a new guide.

"Eh, Owen, what are you doing?!" Being hauled away by their angry boyfriend was not on (Y/n)'s 'to do' list.

"You can't do things like that!"

They repeatedly expressed their concern, when they finally came to a halt. The shorter individual was about to lose their balance and fall, if not for the arm that caught them.

"Ooof." They cried out.

(Y/n) was mad at Owen for just running away with them, all while talking to someone. It was incredibly rude, not to mention very strange behaviour. That man probably thought they were weirdos. They were ready to scold him, but when they looked up at his face they saw a teary face.

Water droplets brimmed his red eyes and slid down his cheeks. He let out soft sniffles and wiped his nose of any snot that may have escaped. To have this giant of a man shedding tears in front of you was truly a sight to behold. This was surely a man who had the ability to destroy a whole wall with his bear hands.

"O-Owen?!" His partner exclaimed in surprise.

Him showing vulnerability in front of them was nothing new, but out in public? That has never happened previously.

It was always when they were alone, in the comfort of their shared apartment. But now, when people could see.

Oh no, the only wanted to scold him a bit, not make him cry. They fixed a gentle hand on their lovers cheek and wiped away some tears. Owen spoke in a somber tone.

"S-sorry, please don't be mad." He said regretfully as more tears escaped. "I just got j-jealous. I didn't m-mean to make you angry."

"Oh, it's okay baby. But don't do that again, alright? You will have to learn to accept that I will be talking to other people."

He nodded in understanding and stretched out his arms in a hugging manner. (Y/n) obliged and embraced him despite their height difference making it Owen hugging them, instead of the other way around. They gentely patted their boyfriend back and rubbed soothing circles.

"It's alright, so cheer up okay. We still have a resturant to go to."

What they didn't see was the secret smile gracing their beloved's lips.

Inside the resturant the couple settled in a table by the window. After sitting down on the soft cushion chairs and taking off their jackets, they open the menu to scan their options. A waiter comes up to them after noticing they're ready to order.

He inquired about what they would like to order.

"Hello I'd like to have (favourite food)."

The waiter nodded approvingly and wrote it down while saying.

"Great choice, I also like that one. It's soo good. But I bet you taste better." He winked at (Y/n) after throwing a horrible pick-up line at them. Boy were they not prepared.

"Oh, eh- thanks..." they said awkwardly and scratched behind their ear.

"Don't thank me, thank god for sending me an angel." He smirked after giving yet another wink.

They laughed stiffly while looking down, away from the waiter's evident stare. Being hit on so explicitly in public, made the youth nervous. Was it not obvious that the man opposite them was their date? Apperantly not, because here was an employee shamelessly flirting with them. Even if Owen wasn't their boyfriend, was it really appropriate to hit on your customers?

They glanced over to Owen, and damn he did not look happy.

The angered man cletched his fists so hard, he could see veins. Cracking his knuckles he was imagining smashing this fool's head against the wall. It was obvious the waiter was new, all the other staff members knew about him because of  all their previous visits. They also knew not to get on his bad side and therefore always remained at a respectable distance. What was this nuciance doing, talking to his partner like that? He had to take care of it.

"Fuck off, pest." He growled at the employee, who looked over at him in surprise. The initial shock wore off and was replaced with a raised eyebrow.

"Excuse me, what?"

Owen said nothing and stared him down, meaning to intimidate the idiot. But it seemed like he either didn't notice, or maybe he was stupidly brave; because the waiter did not move an inch. The other staff members witnessed the scene and gulped. They'd have to pray for him.

Not wanting to be the cause of any blood shed, (Y/n) thought it would be best to go somewhere else. It wasn't like good food was limited to just one place, there was tons of other amazing restaurants.

They knew Owen would protest to that idea since it was their 'place' and they shouldn't have to move because of one asshole, but (Y/n) recognised it to be the best course of action.

Also, having a brooding boyfriend was better than having an arrested one.

Owen menacingly glared at the flirtatious waiter when leaving and didn't say much afterwards.

They supposed they'd have to make it up to him by giving him a bit of extra attention when they got home. Spoiler alert; it worked.

After the incident, Owen moodily avoided speaking and used childish behaviour to express his sour feelings. The silent treatment annoyed (Y/n), but they waited it out while showering him with sweet gestures. The cherry on top was the maroon sweater the gifted him.

It didn't take very long for it to end, though. No matter what he felt, Owen couldn't keep away from them for very long. Almost all negative feelings vanished as soon as he was close to his darling.

The next week, everything was normal again. It meant that the couple had to go back to work, as well.

In the evening when (Y/n) got back from work, they found the apartment empty and dark. Turning in the lights, they checked in all rooms for Owen, thinking he may have fallen asleep and decided to leave the light off. After scanning their surroundings and realising he wasn't home, they called his phone to ask about his whereabouts. Normally, Owen was the first one to arrive home after work; always greeting them with a warm hug and an ocean of affection.

The call went directly to voice mail. They called a second time and received no answer yet again.

'Hmm, that's strange. Where is he?'

Making the choice to wait, (Y/n) sat down on the couch and played some movies on the TV. Luckily they didn't have to wait long, for the phone rang soon after. It was an unknown number.

"Hello, yes this is (Y/n) (L/n)....is he wearing a red sweater? Oh, he is......I'll be at the station in 30 minutes."

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[ozzgin]

Here's a complete list of all my original works to date.

Yakuza Series

Masterlist here

Yokai Harem Series

Masterlist here

Yandere School Series

Masterlist here

Yandere Prison Series

Masterlist here

Bodyguard Series

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Fem!Reader (I)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Fem!Reader (II)

Yandere!Bodyguard x Idol!Fem!Reader (III)

Asks: Background & Skills, Children, Training, Bratty Reader, Love notes

Doodles: Under lock and key

Generic Yandere

Cute!Twisted! Yandere x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Fem!Reader

Yandere!Patient x Psychiatrist!Fem!Reader

Yandere!Host x GN!Reader

Yandere!Serial Killer x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Serial Killer Scenarios (+Character Design)

Yandere!Bad Guy x GN!Reader [Tig]

Nerd!Loser!Yandere x Bully!Fem!Reader

Yandere!Politician x Bratty!Fem!Reader

Yandere!CEO x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Android x Fem!Reader (I)

Yandere!Android x Fem!Reader (II)

Yandere!ASMRtist x GN!Reader

Yandere!ASMRtist x GN!Reader 2

Yandere!Nun x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Crime Boss x GN!Reader

Yandere!Crime Boss x GN!Reader 2

Yandere!Magical Boy x GN!Reader

Clumsy!Yandere x GN!Reader

Lazy!Yandere x GN!Reader

Yandere!Swordsman x Fem!Reader

Yandere!Artist x GN!Reader

Yandere!Con Artist x GN!Reader

Yandere!Caretaker x GN!Reader

Yandere!Chef x GN!Reader

Yandere!Senpai x GN!Reader

Yandere!Mushroom Boy x GN!Reader

Yandere!Soldier x GN!Reader

Yandere!Cowboy x GN!Reader

Yandere!Prince x GN!Bodyguard!Reader

More Yandere!Prince

Yandere!Restaurant

Yandere!Circus

Yandere!Male x Willing!GN!Reader (Parody)

Yandere!Tumblr Writer x Literal!GN!Reader (Parody)

Yandere!Gamer Boyfriend Scenarios (GN Reader) (Parody)

Short: Double personality boyfriend (GN Reader) (Parody)

Short: Coming out as genderfluid

Short: Sleepyhead Reader

Short: A yandere like Courage the Cowardly Dog

Short: Overconfident Yandere

Short: Dumbass!Reader

Asks: [Android] Technical details, [Android] Jealousy, [Android] Holiday Special, Yan!Gamer Boyfriend (meme), More Clumsy!Yandere, Blind!Reader, [Yan!Restaurant] Special Services, Yan!Chef with eating Reader, Yan!Chef cooking for you

Doodles: [Android] Reader Insert, Kabedon Meme ft. OCs, [Meme] Yan! Burger, Yan!CEO's wife, [Yan!Restarant] Milking Station, Yan!Chef, Yandere Circus Preview, Yan!Swordsman preview, Yan!Professor preview, Yan!Professor nudes, Fairy!Reader, Yan!Prince and Flirting, Yan!Prince Theatrics, Nerdy!Yandere NSFW, Family Portrait, Yandere!Trio, Nerdy!Yandere Haircut, Yandere!Trio Comic, Lazy!Yandere x Clumsy!Yandere, Yan!Cowboy Comic, Magical Boy x Senpai Duo, Yan!Nerd kisses, Yan!Circus Dating Perks, Yan!Con Artist

Misc: Yandere!OCs as sharks, Cuddly OCs, Which OCs would let you bite them, OCs with menstruating Reader, Y/N Plush Care

Yandere Monsters

Masterlist here

Chat with them: Character.AI list for OCs

[suiana]

(yandere! mean boy x gn! reader) (pov: suiana finally gave in and wrote for mean boy again) (valentines gift from best writer suiana to all of u sexies 😘)

YOU: ok

themeanestboyEVER: wait i was just joking

themeanestboyEVER: actually fuck you, don't know why i even dated you in the first place

YOU: u literally have a shrine of me in your bedroom

seen at 16:58

huh, guess he does feel shame. and you wonder when he'd stop being so mean to you. you yawn softly, stretching as you roll aroun on your bed, lazily scrollung on your phone before you hear screeching down the hallway.

you jolt upright, eyes opened wide as the door to your dorm room slams open. soft panting echoed throughout the tiny room, a visibly flustered man being the source of the huffing.

he then stomps into the room, leaving the door open as he pins you to the bed. damn! get off! he's sweaty and you just changed your sheets!

"you... you saw my shrine?"

"well obviously."

you deadpan at him before trying to push him off, wanting him to not dirty your bed. do you know how hard it is to change your sheets? the room is tiny and you have to literally sweat it out just to change your sheets!

"ugh get off...

"no. not until you tell me you're lying."

"w-what? but i literally saw-"

he glares at you, teeth gritting as his cheeks grow an even darker shade of red. you merely sigh, rolling your eyes as you give into his unreasonable demands.

"fine, i didn't see anything."

"that's right, you didn't."

he scoffs, his grip on your wrists loosening as he glares at you. you only raise an eyebrow at him, not understanding his intentions as you squirm under him. is he gonna get off or...

"do you want to get off me or-"

"I'm getting off!"

he exclaims, quickly pulling away as he pouts, huffing as he storms out of your room and slams the door shut.

huh, so he doesn't feel shame.

and he hasn't learned to be less mean.

like it's literally Valentine's day but-

"and happy Valentine's day you stupid idiot!"

he yells, opening your door once more to scream it at you before leaving. you stare in silence, looking at the door before smiling and chuckling softly.

ah, he's so cute. he really is a tsundere.

[hotyanderedaddies]

Blake Gives You a Valentine's Day Gift

[Yandere Bully]

[Here's a short oneshot with Blake which takes place before he claims you! And Happy Valentine's Day!]

[Yandere! Bad Boy x GN! Nerdy Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

Valentine’s Day: the day for couples to express their love to one another.

Sometimes you felt a little annoyed about the over-commercialization of a holiday that was meant to celebrate love… but a little part of you also knew deep down that you said that because you were single on Valentine’s Day.

Sighing, you tried your best to ignore the scores of lovey dovey couples walking down the hallways of the crowded school. 

All you wanted to do was get home as soon as possible so that you could spend the night just lounging around in bed— binge watching tons of crappy reality TV shows while eating a whole box of parmesan Cheez-Its.

It sounded perfect!

Your locker door slammed shut, jolting you out of your envious stupor and making you jump back.

Standing there, his large hand placed onto the front of your locker door, was Blake: the ultimate school bully, and someone who you tried your hardest to avoid at all costs.

“Here,” Blake grunted as he forcefully shoved something at you.

“Wha—?” you wondered aloud as you examined the stuffed animal that had been thrusted into your hold. It was a classic teddy bear with a cute little red bow around its neck. You looked up at the bully with confused eyes.

A pinkish hue formed on Blake’s face and he averted his gaze from yours for a brief moment. 

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” he muttered.

Before you could say anything, Blake turned around and disappeared down the hallway, swallowed up in the crowd of other students.

You examined the teddy bear in your grasp, wondering why on earth Blake would give it to you of all people. You barely even spoke to the guy! Why would he want to give you a gift on Valentine’s Day?

You kept puzzling over it for the rest of the day, and even when you got home.

You placed the teddy bear on your desk in your bedroom, which was positioned across from your bed. You kept eying the teddy bear, still confused to no end. 

Blake was the scary school bully who never spoke to people, unless it was to tell them to fuck off. So why would he want to give you a Valentine’s Day present?

It made no sense to you at all.

But still, you couldn’t help but smile the tiniest bit that you had your very first Valentine’s Day gift from a guy… even if that guy was Blake.

Chuckling a little to yourself, you quietly muttered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Blake” to the teddy bear before returning your attention back to the TV…

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Blake,” you said, your audio being caught perfectly by the hidden camera in the teddy bear.

Blake eagerly watched the video feed on his phone, staring hungrily at the image of you sprawled out on your bed. Even though you were clad in a hoodie and sweatpants, Blake was still rock hard as he imagined himself wrapped around your form, securing his arms and legs around you so that you couldn’t leave his side.

His heart raced faster when you said his name, and he grew desperate for you to say it again.

Buying that teddy bear with the hidden camera was the best idea he’s ever had, he truly felt. Now instead of having to wait all night and through the tortuous weekends to see you, Blake could get a glimpse of his darling any time he wanted.

Blake’s been madly in love with you ever since he first laid eyes on you.

He knew from that moment that you were made for him — meant to be his, and his alone.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,” Blake whispered, his fingers caressing your image on the screen. “I love you so, so much. And I promise we’ll be together really soon.”

[devourable]

⚘ the boys next door

sfwish, mdni | tags ; poly!male yanderes x gn reader (no prns used but 'you'), manipulation, yan behavior, slight fetishization of virginity

originally this was just gonna be one character so thank mazzy for convincing me to make him a poly duo instead lmfao. ik i have things to finish but like,,, boys 🫶

not too proud of this one so ill probs revise it or make a part two at a l8r time when im feeling less rusty

the boys next door were the two that everyone knew of as a pair.

sebastian and tobias grew up together, learned together, played together, and shared absolutely everything practically since they were born. they were what people thought of when the words 'best friends' came to mind.

nothing could or would ever come between the two boys, everyone said.

so it was no shock that when you came in and quite literally got between them — by virtue of moving into the vacancies that separated their homes — their instant mutual attraction to you would do nothing but strengthen the bond between them.

it was odd. any additions to their relationship was unheard of, but...

the boys next door shared everything. you didn't think that'd exclude you, did you?

toby and sebastian were quick to befriend you when you entered their life. you were around their age, practically the only other child in the area at that; but unlike the children at school who they'd turn away from in favor of each other, they readily made you part of their dynamic.

they didn't quite understand the feelings you gave them at first, they were too young to. all they really knew is that they liked being around you, they liked talking about you, and they wanted you to themselves.

when you were young, everything became about you. their favorite games involved them being your loyal knights, or bodyguards, or any other role that involved protecting you from whatever threat their little minds could imagine up.

and when you grew tired of playing the damsel in distress? they were fine with it. whatever you wanted from them, you got. sebastian's gaming console was practically yours with how much he pushed you to play on it. toby would beg his parents to get him any toy he'd seen you show interest in; and he'd always eventually get them for you.

they didn't want you to ever be bored around them. you'd always have a good time on their watch, and they spoiled you relentlessly to the best of their abilities.

you were theirs, now! and you took care of what was yours, no matter what. that's what both of them were taught.

they grew up with you. learned with you. played with you, and of course, they shared you — even as the three of you grew up.

everyone around you saw how much they adored you, too. when asked, the two boys would proclaim how they'd both marry you in the future. it was so cute! no one saw an issue with how they always took up as much time and attention as they could from you. or how you never really seemed to be able to make friends with other kids at your school...

you had your best friends, so it didn't matter. they were all you needed.

the pair grew to love their constant close proximity to you. it ensured that they'd know what was going on in your life at all times as you grew and developed. when you weren't all hanging out together, it wouldn't be unusual for the pair to simply watch your home from their windows, glimpsing into your windows to watch you go about your life.

you were turning into a fine young adult. but you still needed their protection! they both easily surpassed you in size as you all grew up — sebastian in particular, who's height was staggering compared to both you and toby. he liked the edge it gave him, and how intimidating he could be when needed. tobias didn't have that advantage, but everyone liked him enough to respect you as his territory anyway. you were so small and sweet, what if someone saw you the way they did? they couldn't have that, they had no choice but to keep you to themselves.

it felt like you always had at least one of the two at your side at all times. so much so that it felt odd when you were without either of them. sebastian and toby being by your side was as natural as breathing and you grew to never really question their behavior.

they were just making sure you were okay when they insisted on keeping you company when you were home alone. when toby took your first kiss, it was because it only made sense — it should go to someone you trust and care about, right? and when you told the two that you were still a virgin well into adulthood (which they knew, of course), they insisted on being your first.

they knew you better than anyone, they'd know how to make you feel good. and who better to give your virginity to than your best friends?

getting to claim your body, inside and out, was one of the best moments of their lives. no one would ever get to have you the way they did.

no matter what you'd do, where you'd go, you'd always be effected by them in some way — and that's exactly how they wanted it. they'd always be your first best friends, your first boyfriends, your first everything. and you'd always be theirs.

the boys next door would always be entangled in your life. but you wouldn't have it any other way, would you?

they know you better than anyone, after all.

[queenie-the-court-jester]

yandere! popular girl x gn!reader x yandere emo boy

A/n: "Mimi" is 18 years old and a senior! This post is nsfw so minors do not interact! Sorry for the shitty ending, I'm too sleepy

💓yandere! Popular girl who first introduced herself as "Mimi", refusing to tell you her real name as she found you sitting alone at lunch. Riley having left to go and get a lunch for himself

"saw you by yourself and I couldn't leave such a cute thing all by their lonesome! What's your name sweetheart?"

🌺Mimi follows you everywhere, much to Riley's displeasure, she quickly becomes someone fun and reliable for you to hang out with. You never seemed to notice the tension she had with the aforementioned goth

🌷Mimi slowly pushes the boundaries of your friendship, Getting very touchy feely and claiming it was how she was with all her friends! Which isn't much of a lie since you've seen how she acts the same with them.. but still, you could swear she was more personal with you..

💓Mimi starts getting dirty thoughts of you 3 months into your friendship, desperately needing to touch herself to get some relief. It was such a problem since she had a high sex drive, just a horny virgin really

"ah.. hah.. babydoll.. fuck, wish you were here.. wonder how you'd take care of me.. ah..! cumming.."

🌺Mimi secretly has low self esteem and confidence, seeing you as her only saving light despite being surrounded by people who love her. She doesn't need them! All she wants is you.

🌷Riley and Mimi who start getting sexually frustrated because you're either so dense to their advances or you're just choosing to ignore the signs. They come to an agreement to satisfy eachother until they can get you, whoever reaches you first wins fair and square

"Riley! Slow down, w-wait not inside-!?"

"...whoops"

"goddamnit Riley... You're so lucky I'm on the pill.."

💓Riley and Mimi who slowly start falling in love, their dates often involving stalking you and/or mutually masturbating to hearing you get yourself off in your room, through the camera Mimi hid under your bed one time when she was over

🌺Mimi has a big breeding kink, and loves it when she gets her clit slapped. Cumming almost instantly. Riley is more than happy to help. (They totally aren't planning on going 10x more roughly on you)

🌷Mimi and Riley who kidnap you as soon as you all graduate, keeping you locked in Riley's basement. Mimi moves in soon after and they both take turns going out to work or looking after you

💓if you're afab Mimi will beg Riley to knock you both up once you're financially stable. If you're amab Mimi will beg you to give her a baby. She's desperate okay

🌺5 years later they managed to forge a three-way marriage contract, keeping it under wraps as you're all now legally married! Congrats to the happy couple

🌷Mimi is incredibly happy, but she can also feel her grip on reality slipping.. hm,must be nothing, right?

[rainynightmoonlight]

would jesse watch shitty horror movies w/ me?? 🥺 also does he get scared? 👉👈 will he be able to protect me from non-existent demons when i scream at the jumpscares???? 😭😭😭

Jesse would watch them with you! He doesn't mind them on occasion, and he does have a dark side to him most of the time. But he pretends he doesn't like them for appearance’s sake. I mean he doesn't want his best friend to think he isn't the cute sanrio boy.

Jesse would protect you from the non-existent demons, however he does research occult stuff for fun. Can't be a cute boy without being on witchtok you know? Does cleansing but isn't super well versed. Jesse will hold you tightly though when you scream

He gets this twisted mixture of feelings when you scream. But when it's not something Jesse is doing, he hates it. The moment you scream he turns off the TV within a second. He'll just bury his face into your chest and listen to your heartbeat.

You just ask him why he stopped the movie. You were enjoying it, that was clear to him. Right? Well you were enjoying it more than him. But he's not going to admit that. Not yet.

"I don't like when you scream. Makes me...irritated.. Let's watch Hello Kitty instead!"

[hp-hcs]

OKOKOK SENTENCE 9

maybe theres a party in the slytherin common room and reader gets absolutely shitfaced

so being a flirty drunk they start chatting up a random dude (lets just say cormac bc hes always the bad guy) and boyfie theodore <3 gets jealous nd pulls them into his dorm nd hes all like

"I'll carve out your tongue if it’ll stop you from flirting with anyone else."

but reader still being drunk asf is just like :] snd gives him a kith and tells theo how pretty he is

poor baby just cant stay mad

HOW DARE YOU (be so cute?) — yandere! theodore nott x gn! drunk! hufflepuff! cutie patootie! reader

warnings: underage alcohol consumption, teen partying and drinking, threats of violence, aggression, possessive/obsessive behavior, jealousy, general yandere tendencies

please enjoy my attempts to see how many ridiculous near-rhymes to ‘cormac’ i could come up with

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“Yeah, yeah. Gryffindor’s playing Ravenclaw this weekend, you know. Maybe you can come out and…show your support.” The boy you’d been talking to all night leaned in close, resting one hand on your hip and letting the fingers of the other brush over your collarbone.

You honestly couldn’t be bothered to remember the boy’s name when you had a plastic cup of White Wyvern in your hand. It was something dumb, you remember that. Cognac, Corsac…?

“Y/n?” CarMax asked, trying to regain your attention. “You gonna cheer me on, sugar?”

“Huh? Oh- yeah, yeah,” you grinned, taking another sip of your drink. “I’ll get all decked out in red ‘n gold, jus’ for you.”

Tarmac grinned back and tightened his grip on your hip, tugging you a bit closer. “Maybe I oughtta give you my spare jersey to wear to the game then, huh? Wouldn’t you like to have my name across your back, little badger?”

(You shrugged noncommittally at that, not quite sure how to express to Shellac that literally no one wants the name Cornsack written across the back of their shirt.)

“Oh, I see. You want me to be your good luck charm, huh?” You teased, resting a hand on Callback’s forearm.

Rickrack smirked and opened his mouth to reply when a heavy hand clapped down on his shoulder from behind.

“McLaggen. You’ve got two seconds to get your hands off my partner before I cut them off.”

Trashbag paled, hurriedly snatching his hands back and holding them up in surrender as he whirled around to face the newcomer. “Woah, woah- calm down, Nott,” he chuckled nervously. “We were just talking. No harm, no foul.”

Theodore stared back at him with an unamused, dead-eyed expression.

Hackeysack swallowed nervously. “Uh…yeah. Yeah. Well, I uh…I think I’m gonna get going now, Y/n. See ya at the game.”

Theo interrupted you before you could even respond. “I assure you, they won’t.”

And with that, Theodore wrapped an arm tightly around your shoulders and dragged you away from Radioshack.

~~~

“What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?”

“Don’t play dumb, darling, I’m not in the mood.” Theodore pushed you up against the wall of his dorm, one hand with a possessive death grip on your hip, and the other tightly grasping your jaw to hold it still. “I swear to Salazar, Y/n, I’ll carve out your tongue if it’ll stop you from flirting with anyone else.”

Whatever reaction Theodore was expecting you to have to those threatening words, you drunkenly giggling and kissing the tip of his nose was not one of them.

“You’re so pretty when you’re jelly, baby,” you gave him a dopey grin, reaching out to fix his rumpled shirt collar and smooth your hands across his chest. “You’re always so pretty.”

His heart melted and he let go of your jaw with a sigh, running his fingers through your hair and leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “Merlin- what am I going to do with you, love?”

“Cuddle me?” You asked hopefully, a sweet pout on your face.

Theodore whined. “Shit, darlin’- I’m trying to be mad at you right now.”

“But cuddles, Teddybear!” You pouted further, tossing your arms over his shoulders to pull him into a hug. “Why would you wanna be mad when cuddles are an option?”

“I guess I can’t argue with that logic.” He conceded slowly, resting both hands on your waist and rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. “Alright, fine. We can cuddle.”

You grin proudly at your incredible drunken convincing skills, disentangling yourself from your boyfriend to clamber onto his bed. “C’mon!”

“Hold on, hold on,” he laughed. “I need to find you something to sleep in that isn’t your party clothes, love. Here,” he tossed something at you as he finished digging through his dresser.

You caught the item, unfolding it to reveal his Slytherin quidditch team captain jersey, complete with NOTT written out in a big bold font. You snorted and glanced up at him.

He gave you an innocent smile as he stripped out of his own clothes and climbed under the covers next to you. You rolled your eyes fondly, changing into his jersey and lying down beside him.

“Goodnight, darling,” he murmured against the top of your head as he wrapped his arms around you.

You grinned into his chest. “G’night, Teddybear.”

You fell asleep cuddling Theo, in Theo’s bed, in Theo’s clothes, with Theo’s name written across your back. And as long as you didn’t think too hard about how your boyfriend was absolutely going to kill Hazmat McLovin tomorrow, then all was quite well in the Slytherin dorms that night.

[yanderenightmare]

GOJO SATORU MASTERLIST

Top half – FEMx Bottom half – GNx

FEMx

Gojo being a pervy wierdo with strange taste:

♡ WIERDO

Childhood friend Gojo doesn't want to share you with anyone:

♡ TOGETHER FOREVER

Gojo x Curse darling:

♡ CURSE DARLINGS

Bully Gojo & Geto picking on their classmate:

♡ PLAY NICE

Bully Gojo teaching his little victim a lesson about who she belongs to:

♡ Bully Gojo

Immature bully Gojo picks on reader:

♡ MILK

Bully Gojo & Geto drugging crush:

♡ ODD…

Arranged marriage with Geto, but he shares you with Gojo:

♡ ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Boyfriend Suguru shares you with his best friend Satoru:

♡ FAVORITE PEOPLE

Gojo x maid darling:

♡ drabble

Smug teasing boyfriend Gojo:

♡ PLAY

Gojo Senpai won't leave you alone:

♡ TAKE A HINT

Soft boyfriend Gojo headcanons:

♡ Boyfriend Gojo

Gojo x heartbroken reader in office au:

♡ ONE OF THOSE GIRLS ♡ A GUY LIKE HIM

You're not Gojo's type, but then again, maybe you are:

♡ PERFECT PREY

SatoSugu kidnap curse!reader:

♡ BIRTHDAY CAKE

Love-sick but scummy Gojo Senpai:

♡ TOO CUTE

Gojo keeps you as his pet:

♡ PET

Gojo smut alphabet:

♡ NSFW ABCs

GNx

Yandere Gojo with a reader who is immune to his techniques:

♡ FINITE

Bully/boyfriend Gojo roleplay and fluff:

♡ NEVER

Hunter Gojo traps Nymph reader in the woods:

♡ FORBIDDEN FRUIT

Senpai Gojo teasing Kohai reader:

♡ TRUTH OR DARE

Gojo is too late to make you his:

♡ SOMEONE ELSE

Alpha Gojo teasing Omega reader:

♡ SCARED?

Gojo x Curse darling:

♡ MEETING ♡ LIVING TOGETHER ♡ ANGST

Poly SatoSugu sharing captive darling headcanons:

♡ HOUSEWIFE

God!Gojo x human sacrifice:

♡ DIRT POOR

You stab Gojo. He kinda likes it:

♡ KNIFE

Yandere Gojo fighting your man for your hand:

♡ DUEL

Sadist Gojo with curse darling:

♡ WEAKNESS

How scary is yandere captor Gojo:

♡ Scary

SatoSugu x assistant superviser:

♡ SUIT

JJK boys as mystic creatures:

♡ MYSTIC

SatoSugu with kidnapped reader:

♡ THE SAME

Yandere gojo x reader with a nullifying technique:

♡ SEEING FOR THE FIRST TIME ♡ WHAT YOU DON'T KNOW

Gojo and Geto prank you as the Ghostface duo:

♡ GHOSTFACE

Similar posts can be found in the following:

♡ FEM x M INSERT ♡ GN x M INSERT

[hxmocrastic]

𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧 | HCS

Pairing ; {📺+📖} Luke Castellan x GN!Reader

Warnings ; Yandere, Stalking, Gaslighting, Fear of Abandonment, Imminent Kidnapping, Manipulation, Inferiority Complex, Emotional Abuse. ALL CHARACTERS AGED UP 18+

A/N ; Sorry I didn't respond directly to you anon, I accidentally posted this before it was finished and couldn't edit it 💀 But Enjoy!!

Luke is a Gaslighting, Guilt tripping, Boyfailure personified.

At first he takes up his signature friendly act and introduces himself to you first. He even offers to show you around camp !

To him, you're just so adorable. He loves how docile & compliant you are, how your sweet little chin nod's at his every word. You're just so fucking addicting, As soon as he saw you he knew he had to have you.

In order to get you alone & helpless, He'll start spreading false rumors of your parentage, Just to swoop in and shoo those pesky campers away. See? He's such a good boyfriend ! Why won't you look at him?

He'll even get you into some weaving classes, After all a sword is way too dangerous for someone like you. Don't worry about it! He knows what's best for you !

Luke will gladly take his time in wooing you. Slowly implanting little seeds in that cute little head of yours, Whispering things underneath his breath, Increasing physical contact, Even sending you gifts.

The last encounter he had with his father was a scar that will never heal, and a reminder that the gods see him and his siblings as nothing but cattle awaiting the slaughter.

Underestimated, Undermined, Luke always feels he has to go the extra mile prove himself. He thinks that in the eyes of his father he's worthless but in yours he has a purpose, He's a hero.

He'll do anything to keep up that facade, As he only wishes for you to see him in a glorified light. Isn't that what demigods fight for?? Glory,? It only makes sense that you'd love him too !

But truth is, Although he may sustain his benevolent friendly facade, He sees other's as emerging rivals. Whether it be in 'love' or Competition, He views them as competition.

All his life he'd felt powerless & helpless to the evils that robbed him of his childhood. Like his life wasn't his own, How he was always at the mercy of others whether it be the fates, monsters, or the gods themselves. He's never felt real control.

But at camp he feels like he has some control, some authority of his own. And not just of his own life but of other's too. He's finally at the other end of the stick.

Luke loves the power he has over the camp, how the girls & boys of Aphrodite cabin silently fawn at the slightest glance of his figure.

How his stare alone can send clarisse and her cabin trudging to the steps of their cabin like wet dogs. The power excites him.

But your arrival was different. He would've thought it'd be enough to constantly receive the admiration from camp but he desires more from you.

Luke doesn't just want you to favor him, He wants you to obey him. To hang on his every word. He wants you to worship him, To give him the adoration he would never receive from his bastard father.

This is where it gets dangerous. Once the Luke you knew to be a sweet and protective head counselor, He starts becoming a lot more domineering and unreasonably aggressive. And whenever you asks about, He slips back into his loving demeanor and reassures you softly that everything's alright, You're just seeing things that's all!

But you could've sworn you saw him scowling at your friends. Maybe you were just going crazy, it'd be the only reasonable explanation right? Who'd believe you if you said you heard Luke castellan speaking with another voice, right?

For your own safety, You stay quiet. You abide him and start slipping on a facade of your own. Just play along and you will be fine...

He's your hero, your knight in golden armor, Depend on him and solely on him why would you need anybody else?? Love him and only him, and just maybe your cabin mates will be safe. (Not)

[titania-sleeps]

Woman nutting in man is the only way. We should be like the seahorses. Only then will we reach nirvana

First Rut (Sub!Omega!Yandere x Alpha!Reader)

truly wise words, anon. i would have to heavily agree with you and thus,,, presenting,,, your first rut w adonis where you fuck him crazy and he enjoys it

one Adonis fic down, one more to go!

more works featuring Adonis: Adonis Introduction, Adonis Rides You, Adonis First Heat

warning: nsfw, dom reader, omegaverse, horny af manwhore omega, blowjob, kinda public sex, reader has dick (GN), minors DNI pls

Fuck. The time has come, hasn't it.

You close your eyes and lean against the hallway as the bustling crowd of students passes you. Dragging yourself by the feet, you trudge your way to hide under the staircase. The dingy area is just enough to curb the strongest of your desires, but there is still a gnawing feeling in you that needs to bite, tear, and consume.

It's only two in the afternoon, but you fetch your phone and send a quick text. Turning your phone off, you slide down the wall, not caring as the rugged edges of the wall snag against your neat uniform.

No more than five minutes pass when you hear quickening steps come your way. A sharp turn around the corner and a form that you're very familiar with emerges from the shadows. With a pretty blush on his face and his eyes wide like a doe, Adonis stands there nervously.

"You, uh, called for me," he breathes, his hands clutching the fraying edges of his sweater.

The sweet scent of roses and lemons attacks your senses, and your nails dig into your palm until it's bleeding. Why did you call him over again?

He seems to notice your state of struggle, so he runs to you, his hand on your shoulder as he brings his forehead to touch yours. It's your responsibility to contain yourself, but it's his mistake to get so close to you. Your hand sneaks around and wraps itself around the nape of his neck, bringing him closer.

"I'm burning," you whisper into his pink-tipped ears. His face erupts into a bright red and he stammers that he'll help you, that you can use him to calm down.

You push him away roughly, locking your arms to your side. You're breathing heavily, your vision growing hazy. You look up and he looks hurt, a worried frown on his usually bright countenance.

"Sorry... I"—God, he looks so cute—"didn't mean to...." Your weak apology brings out an immediate sigh of relief from Adonis. He kneels next to you, his hand placed over yours.

You groan, sending him a particularly piercing gaze. Your gaze burns into him, and you're holding yourself back with everything that you have. He stiffens in response, but his hand remains on yours.

"Class ends in an hour," he begins, his eyes flitting about anxiously, "so if you, um, need help..."

His offer hangs in the air, his clammy hand still laying gently over your own.

You don't need to think. You don't hesitate, because if you do, you might end up regretting what you're about to do. Instead, you submit to your instincts and you drag him down with you, your partner in crime.

Your mouth is on his in an instant, your teeth biting into his bottom lip. His lips part from his gasp, and you slip your tongue in, your free hand trailing under his shirt. Your nail scratches his toned stomach, and he moans into your kiss. You drag your nail down at a lazy pace, and your hand meets the tip of his bulge, straining against his pants.

He detaches from you, panic floating in his eyes. "W-wait, we're still at school—" You grab him by the tie, shutting him up with another messy kiss. He's protesting but you flip him so that he's the one against the wall, your hand placed next to his head on the wall.

"Be a good boy," you mumble in between kisses to his jaw and neck. His protests sputter out, replaced by quiet moans and tiny gasps. He's clutching the collar of your shirt tightly, but he doesn't push you away.

You lick the side of his neck, pressing a kiss onto it. "Very good," you praise. You hear him whisper a shy thank you, and you reward him with a kiss to his collarbone.

Your continued kisses have him gasping for more, but you stop abruptly. He whines, begging for you to keep going, but you have a better idea.

Only a second passes when his face is suddenly met with your cock, hard and red. You grin as his eyes widen like saucers, the blatant lust blossoming on his countenance. He's immediately subdued by the scent of it, his mouth opening subconsciously.

"Suck."

A single word is all he needs.

Adonis starts at your tip, lips brushing gently against you. Inspired by you, perhaps, he stamps small kisses down your entire length. Then he drags his tongue from your base, trailing along the underside of your cock, stopping only when he reaches the tip again. Opening his mouth, he takes you in.

You're melting into the warmth of his mouth, his tongue swirling around your sensitive spots, in a manner that is so intimately familiar with you. His dick is still bulging in his pants, begging to be released.

When he opens his eyes to gaze upon your form, his glance is hazy. He pushes his head down your length, your cock hitting the back of his throat. Adonis grimaces and he flinches, but he remains there, letting his throat do the work. He's gagging on you, and you're so close, but you grab him by his hair and pull your dick out.

"Why?" he whines, mouth opening instinctively, ready to take you in again.

You don't respond, and instead, you lift him up. Surprised, he wraps his arms around you.

"What are you doing—" His lips are met with yours again, and you slip his pants off with a quick flick of your fingers. He gasps into your kiss, but his arms around your neck tighten as he brings you even closer to him.

Adonis's cock leaks precum, dripping onto your shirt. Ignoring it, you push him against the wall, holding him up with one arm and using the other to align your cock to his hole. He moans softly, your tip grazing against his opening. Without warning, you slip your whole length in. It goes in without much resistance, and he's grabbing onto you desperately, face buried in the crevice of your neck.

You thrust up into him roughly, both your arms bracing him against the wall. His legs and arms wrap around your torso tightly as he moans into your neck.

"Fuck, you're so tight around me," you mutter. You shove as much of your cock into him as you can, angling it so it hits his prostate. His insides tighten, embracing your length in waves of convulsions.

"Ah ♡... [Y/N] ♡...!" He calls out your name, body quivering as you fuck up into him with reckless abandon. Every thrust is met with a wet moan and a little bit more of his precum trickling out. He's clinging onto you for dear life, a shaky grin dancing on his lips as his tongue hangs loosely.

You breathe into his neck, dragging your tongue along his neck. Your teeth graze his skin, leaving a burning trail of need on its way. He shudders, choked moans escaping from his throat as his eyes roll up in pleasure. You groan, feeling him spasm around your dick as both you and Adonis approach your limits.

"Bite me ♡," he whimpers into your ear, his breath hot. Your hips stutter, thrown off-guard by his plea; a flame unquelled in you roaring into its full life as your guarded desire is aided by the gas he spills.

But you reel yourself back, deciding to fuck him to oblivion so that he forgets. You can't bite him now; he'll be chained to you forever. And more importantly, you can't imagine doing that to the one person who seems to trust you above all else.

So instead, you lick his neck and give to him small, reassuring kisses. If he wishes for you to bite him in the future, you don't think you'll be able to hold yourself back. For the time being, though, you calm the knot that is forming at the base of your cock and thrust wildly into Adonis. Tears stream down his face as he moans your name over and over again; he speaks only your name and you are all that he sees.

"Please," he begs, pressing sloppy kisses to your neck, "please, please, b-bite me, I can't handle it anymore! ♡"

You bite your tongue, stopping yourself. "Be quiet," you whisper to him, increasing the pace. He obeys surprisingly well, swallowing and muffling his noises.

However, he isn't able to hold it in for long.

"I-I'm close, I wanna cum with you, I want you to mark me! ♡" he exclaims, kissing the corner of your lips. His hands scratch against your back, leaving marks to remind you of this day. Adonis's insides clench, and you shove it deep inside of him, head spinning as you release your thick seed into him.

"Bite me now, please, bite me right now!" he cries, face bright red and dick equally as red.

You don't listen to him and he has no choice but to cum at that very moment, overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of being filled. He wiggles in your grasp, nails digging into your back as his dick shoots out white ropes of cum.

His breathing comes out in quivering gasps, but he finds the strength to send you a reassuring smile anyway. He clings onto you, allowing you to lower him onto his feet slowly. Very kind of him, indeed, yet you're still aching for a bit more.

"Uh, do you want to... come over tonight?" Adonis asks, a pretty flush on his face. "Of course, if you don't want to, that's okay too, I know you're busy and—"

You lean in, caging him with one arm. He blushes, closing his eyes. Chuckling, you give him a flick to his forehead.

"Yeah, I'll be there tonight."

He opens his eyes, palm on his forehead, his pants still on the floor. A lovestruck grin is plastered ever-so lovingly on his lips.

not my best work. it only goes up from here?

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