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devourable · 7 days

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⚠︎ the stalker

sfw, mdni, beta read by @fluffula | tags ;; masc yandere x gn reader — stalking (duh), themes of self deprecation/lack of self worth, erotomania

hii im back from my unannounced hiatus bc i have more time on my hands :] ik vega didnt win the poll but fsr theyre the only one i could get myself to write sooo 🫶 i know im super rusty since I haven't written in ages so sorry if this is a lackluster return fic. it just be like that

vega just wasn’t the type of person that people liked. it was a fact, and he was well aware of it.

they were lanky and awkward, unkempt, and often didn’t know what to say or do in any given social situation. no one went out of their way to interact with them and vice versa. the few times he ended up around others anyway, he always found himself sidelined by the few people he could refer to as friends — they’d never be the focus, if they weren’t forgotten about entirely.

they weren’t anyone’s first choice. hell, they weren’t a second or third choice, either. it was a sad existence that he had accepted long ago — why bother trying to fit in if he wasn’t wanted? he was so boring, he wouldn’t wanna hang out with himself either, anyway. so every day and every night, they were alone.

then, he met you.

it started so simply. you started working at the same office as them, and they knew off the bat that it was your first time in a place like this. they expected nothing of you — maybe a lukewarm greeting as you passed each other during the workday, but not much more than that. so it surprised them when after your introduction, you rounded their desk and gently asked if they could show you around. maybe it was something about your tone, maybe it was that friendly look in your eye, maybe it was just you as a whole. but something about you just got them. they were out of their chair before they realized it.

they weren't the talkative type, but it didn't matter — you kept asking questions during the entire tour. what was that room for? how long had they been working there? did they like working there? you wanted their attention and they for the life of them couldn’t get why. even less so, they didn’t understand why they were so ready to give it to you. they couldn't help the way they stuttered out their answers to your questions, nor the way their face flushed after you laughed at the way they responded. but you did have to work, so you withdrew from them eventually to do just that.

well after you departed to your cubicle, you remained on their mind. your voice, the way you laughed, how you looked, it all swirled around in their mind as they sat in their desk. it remained that way the entire day, the following night, and the day after — they couldn't get you off their mind!

you chose him. you chose him, out of everyone else in the office. you were the only person that did that, and it made them feel so seen. so real, so… loved? was this what love was? the pounding in their chest and their flushed face would make him believe so. they couldn’t wait to see you again. just the thought of you returning the next day and every day after that bloomed butterflies in their tummy.

vega’s longing for you only grew more and more intense after every passing day. every day you came to work, they’d be the first to greet you and the last to bid you goodbye. they even changed their days off to match yours — going to work hardly seemed worth it if you weren’t there to make the day more bearable. every day they sat at their desk, daydreaming about spending time with you, going home with you, doing all the things they never imagined that they’d ever do before. and even though they were too awkward to seek you out during the work day, it didn’t stop them from staring at you every chance they got.

but after that first day, you paid less and less attention to them. you had work to do, after all, and no matter how hard they yearned for you, it grew harder to get you to notice them and harder for them to watch you. it was excruciating. for the first time in his life, vega wanted to be wanted — by you, specifically. he wanted your attention, your voice, your eyes on them again. but if they couldn’t have that, they needed to see you more to make up for it.

the stalking started small at first. occasionally following you when you got up from your desk to give a file to your supervisor or use the restroom, pretending to be distracted should you ever notice them (which you hardly did — they didn’t know if that bothered them or not). sometimes he ended his day at the same time yours ended so he could walk out with you, watching you leave from their car before they left themself. and eventually they started to follow you home directly. it was always from a distance. they wouldn’t want to frighten you, after all! it was okay as long as you weren’t bothered by it, he told himself.

he memorized your routine so he could base his own around it. you went to the store? he was going too. spending the day at the library? he was stalking after you from a different aisle. sometimes they’d leave little gifts on your doorstep just to see your bewildered reaction. watching you became his favorite pastime — they almost liked it more than talking to you directly. you somehow never noticed them lurking, staring at you from some shady hiding spot, panting and trembling just from the sheer excitement that your existence caused them. were you aware of just how cute you were when you thought no one was watching you? knowing all your bad habits, your mannerisms and all the things you did in private was exhilarating. it was like a secret for just the two of you. and whenever you came into work and talked to him like you usually did, it made him so fucking excited. did you know? maybe you did and you were fine with it. that had to be why you were so nice to them. they loved the idea of you liking their bad behavior.

vega had no plans of confessing to you anytime soon. he had so much fun stalking you, he saw no need to ruin it with his feelings. besides, you liked them back anyway — you had to have, why else would you let him get away with it for so long? he knew you wanted him, and he wanted you in return. all he had to do was wait for you.

#💌 vega l. ;; the stalker #i ;; the magician — my writing #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc #yandere x oc #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere nsft #male yandere x reader #yandere male #male yandere oc #nonbinary yandere #nb yandere #yandere boy #xvii ;; the star — my ocs

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queenie-the-court-jester · 1 month

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Cult of the sacrificial lamb ♡

a/n: there is no actual lamb cult, I just like the title 😭 nsfw, mentioning their cock and titty sizes lmao

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★poka and juniper the Valais black nose's: the twins are inseparable. You need to bathe one but it's not the other's bath time yet? Suck it up then, 'cause they're both going in the tub now. No guarantee you won't get splashed with water. Poka is colorblind, and juniper is.. interesting. Who knows what's wrong her. The only way you can tell the difference between them is through their eyes. Who's blind and who isn't.

Physical appearance: they're both dark skinned with loosely curly black hair. At this point you should give them a haircut. Juniper has green eyes and poka has blue eyes. Juniper is 130 lbs, while poka is 120 lbs. (Juni's packing some pretty big milkers, DD cup bra. Poka got a 6 incher) 5'5

★violet the harri: violet is a little violent. Her name suits her. Kinda. You could be busy doing your chores and she'd tackle whoever decided to come within a 15 foot radius of your location. She likes to bite too, they out multiple muzzles on her only for her to chew through them. She's only ever docile with you, kinda. Just ignore the multiple bite marks around your arms.

Physical appearance: B cup, 140lbs, white long hair, pale as fuck, and violet eyes, 5'3

★azucar the Columbia sheep: I was hesitant to put azucar here since she's 17, legally a minor. I won't do any nsfw content with her because it makes me uncomfy. She can be the sweetest hybrid you ever met or the meanest. No in-between. Her moods flip like a light switch, unpredictable. She'll cuss you out in Spanish and then t-bag you. Talk about a hormonal teenager

Physical appearance: c cup, 137 lbs, curly white hair, pale skin, black eyes, 5'4

★wehrner the American black belly: he has daddy vibes, like he could bend you over his knee and spank your ass because you didn't address him as 'sir'. Bastard. You often catch him shamelessly fapping behind a tree in the fields, even when you freeze and stare at his impressive dick he doesn't stop, instead, inviting you to join him. And that's the story of how he got the cone of shame.

Appearance: 8 incher, 150 lbs, 5'7, long black and brown hair, grey eyes, peach skin, large horns curled around his ears

★Sally the angora goat: 'it's earthworm Sally! Carrying diseases from Florida to Cali!' That is her theme song fr. She's been fooling around with the neighboring farm's ram's so much you doubt she isn't carrying a couple STDs and maybe rabies too. Although she is very bubbly and cheerful, she just starts so much unnecessary drama with the other animals

Appearance: curly long white hair, pale skin, red eyes, D cup, 120 lbs, 5'6

★opal the Tennessee fainting goat: she's so tiny, and mean. She bit your ass and chest so many times you're always looking around your surroundings before entering the fields. Although recently you discovered a rather popular way to stun her and run away

Appearance: black straight hair (I bet she has split ends), peach colored skin, tiny horns on her head, 90 lbs, 4'10, A cup

★sasha the Australian cashmere goat: Sasha is quiet and stoic, but she doesn't hesitate to step in Incase somebody wants to start a fight. She's Kim's second favorite female (you're the first ofcourse)

Appearance: fluffy platinum blonde hair, pale skin, black eyes, small horns sprout from her head, B cup, 152 lbs, 5'9

★kim the dutch landrace goat: Kim can either be your angle or your debil. Yes that misspelling was intentional. More than once has he tried humping you, even convincing the girls to try and help him, except you keep running away. STOP RUNNING AWAY. Is it so bad he wants to impregnate you with his children!?

Appearance: long silky black-blond hair, bro is ripped, large horns curl around his head, 160 lbs, 5'11, 7 incher

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stalkersdiary · 4 months

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~I Finally Have You~

Finally. After all this time, I get to rest. I've been hunting... and searching... for over a month. Trying to keep you hidden, for OVER A MONTH. No longer, do I have to keep this... us a secret from you. No more hiding and crying into my pillow because you can't see or acknowledge me yet. Now, even though you can't see my face, you can see me. You can hear me. You can H A V E A L L O F M E. I COULD RIP MY SKIN OFF IN EXCITEMENT. FUCK I'm so happy to have you here! I love you so much and being able to hold you, and kiss you, and exclaim my feeli-... Well... all of that can wait. For now, I have a bit of cctv footage to clear, and a few more supplies to get. Don't worry about the little accident we had on the way, you won't remember it anyways. Just let me love you, and cherish you, and keep you safe. ^^ My darling, you're finally home.

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yanderu-deredere · 7 months

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could you do some of your yanderes reacting to their darling maybe suddenly asking them when the two of them will break up? and then when asked what darling means, she tells them that actually she thought they were jokingly dating her and that they'll break up with her after they get bored? kinda got inspired by the other ask thats similar to this one

a/n: another ask that's been inspired by the other post hehe! i really love this idea becos of the angst potential, tbh. thank you so muh for the wonderful request and i hope i did your idea justice

warning: female reader as requested, very yandere, reader is colorblind and can't see red flags, mentions of eun-jeong somnophilia? or something like that, non-sexual nudity in mel's, descriptions of a panic attack in yeong-bae's

You had been pondering over what to do for a few weeks now.

You'd started dating your partner almost a year ago and, so far, you'd been extremely happy. In fact, everything felt like it'd been going absolutely perfectly! Your partner has been so attentive and sweet and kind that, honestly, there was nothing else you could've asked for!

Therein laid the problem.

You didn't know what to do about the fact that you were starting to fall in love with your partner.

When they had asked you out, it was something of a casual thing, nothing too serious. In fact, they had asked you out as a means to alleviate their boredom!

You'd been in love with them for so long that you had readily agreed, anything to be able to stand by their side.

Now, you knew, that had been a mistake. Now, you knew, you had to end this before you grew even more attached.

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Ayaka stared at you dumbfounded, her doe eyes wide and her lips slightly parted as the thoughts in her mind zoomed at a million miles an hour.

She felt an irritation--an anger--bubble in her chest and she so desperately wanted to lash out, wanted to scream and cry and throw something. Instead, she breathed through it and grabbed your forearm.

"What do you mean you're breaking up with me?" She asked through gritted teeth, her nails just barely digging into you.

Your eyes watered a little but not because of her obvious fury. The feelings you'd had for so long, that you'd bottled up for so long, felt like they'd burst in you, making it a bit hard to keep your composure.

"I-I just don't think this relationship is g-good for us." You finally warbled out, eyes still wet and fists clenching as you tried your hardest to at least keep some of your dignity.

Ayaka quickly scoffed but her mind was still reeling.

Was it her clinginess? Had you finally realised how poisonously possessive she was?

You had always just smiled at her so gently when she screeched at you not to hang out with others or patted her head when she'd drag you back into your room so nobody else could set eyes on you.

She knew you had taken all of her red flags way too easily! Now, the other shoe had dropped and she didn't know what to do.

"I can't let you." She finally spoke up and the way she stared at you made you feel less like she was staring at you and more like she was staring through you. "I won't let you leave."

"I love you. I love you so much." Ayaka hugged your arm to her chest and glanced in the direction of your room, her voice a soft mutter as if she was mostly talking to herself "I'll just keep you in your room, hmm? I'll keep you there, lock you there, until you come to your senses."

"I"ll keep you here until you realise just how serious I am about you."

That was when Ayaka glanced back at you and saw the fat tears falling down your cheeks. The way you looked at her-- It made something in her break, made her cry a little bit too, her glasses fogging up from the heat of her tears.

She wouldn't waver in the face of your crying. She just wouldn't. She'd do exactly as she said and there was no way of convincing her otherwise--

Suddenly, you'd engulfed her in a tight hug, your wet face nuzzling into her neck, dampening a bit of the collar of her shirt.

"I-I'm so sorry! I'm sorry! I-I wanted to break up with you-- because! I thought-- I thought you didn't really love me!" You'd cried out, your voice muffled against her throat "I-I didn't realise you'd b-been serious ab-about dating me..."

For a second, Ayaka's entire body felt numb. Then, like it was second nature, she mindlessly wrapped her arms around you, clutching you to her like if she'd let go you would disappear in front of her very eyes.

"Idiot. Stupid. Moron. What the fuck." She sighed, her own measly tears falling down her makeup covered cheeks "Don't scare me like that."

Then she pulled away and wiped her tears on the sleeves of her cardigan, her eyeliner smudging. Surprisingly, it didn't feel like it mattered at all.

She took your hands into hers and pressed a soft kiss against your lips, her lips all sticky sweet from her lip gloss

"I'll make sure to show you exactly how much I love you from now on, so your cute but thick stupid head doesn't forget, okay?"

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Eun-jeong felt his entire world crumble around him. It felt like the floor beneath him fell away to reveal nothingness, like he was about to be swept straight into Hell without even a second to react.

And wasn’t that what he deserved? Didn’t he deserve to go to Hell for how he felt about you?

You finally figured out all of his disgusting feelings, the darkness that ate away inside him, the dirt and decay that hung from his fingers. And now, you didn’t want him near you anymore. You didn’t want this monster loving you anymore.

“Puppy.” He finally pried the word out of his mouth and, like a cork screw on a Champagne bottle, the rest of the words seemed to rush out “I don’t understand. I thought we had such a good relationship. I thought I made you happy.”

He recalled every moment with you, tried to remember if he’d ever let his darker desires slip through. Had you seen the shrine he’d erected for you in the deep recesses of his closet? Had you realized that your boss’ heart-attack had been anything but natural? Had you heard him late at night, watching you?

“Yes, you’ve made me so very happy, Jeongie.” You answered haltingly and he hung on to every syllable that fell from your lips “However, this relationship isn’t good. I-I can’t stay in it any longer or else it’ll get harder to leave.”

Something pinged in his head once he’d heard what you said.

You couldn’t stay longer or else it would get harder to leave. Did that mean that you had grown attached to him? Was there some part of you that was in love with him, just like he was in love with you? Then, if he made you stay longer and longer, would you just love him more and more?

His willowy fingers wrapped around your wrist, his grip gentle but strong “Then, I can’t let you leave.”

You looked up at him, bewildered and cute, and he couldn’t help but take a step closer to you, his hand cupping the back of your neck and his lips finding their way to your forehead.

“I love you so much, puppy.” He muttered against your skin before he suddenly pulled you to his chest, pressing your cheek against his collar bone “I can’t let you leave. Not when I love you this much.”

He felt you take a gasp of air, wet and haggard. Immediately, he felt a crumpling sort of self-hatred fill his chest. You were crying now. He’d scared you, made you cry, and it was all because of these wretched feelings.

Suddenly, almost tentatively, he felt you wrap your arms around his torso.

“I-I thought— I thought maybe you wer-weren’t serious about a-all of this.” You’d whimpered out, obviously still tearing up “B-But I’ve always loved you so much, Jeongie, and I-I didn’t want to be in this relationship i-if you didn’t want to take it seriously—”

Eun-jeong had heard enough. He softly shushed you, tears also threatening to sting his eyes but he held it all back.

He pressed another kiss against you—this time, on the crown of your head—before sighing in relief “Oh, puppy, I’m so sorry I haven’t been making it obvious enough. But I do love you and I am serious about this relationship.”

“I don’t think I can love anyone after you, puppy, so please, don’t ever leave me.” Eun-jeong pulled away from you enough to get on both of his knees, his hands suddenly grasping yours so that he could press soft kisses against the backs of them “I love you more than anyone could ever love anyone else, I swear it.”

The dark look in his eyes convinced you that there was no way he was lying.

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Mel had been chipper when you approached him, your body language mimicking a frightened gazelle. You’d claimed that you needed to talk to him about something and he quickly agreed to listen.

Even after, when you’d dropped the heaviest bomb he’d ever felt in his life, that same chipper expression stayed on his face.

In fact, he even chuckled. Though, you had to admit, it was a dry sort of chuckle, the kind that wasn’t at all because he was amused. There was something dark behind that chuckle, something you didn’t recognize.

Mel, on the other hand, knew that this moment would’ve come eventually. He knew that he and his partners weren’t exactly conventional, knew that taking them as your lovers was a hard pill to swallow. Still, he had thought you’d adapted into the pack well.

That just showed him that he should never let his guard down, hm?

It didn’t matter if you found them to be too monstrous; it didn’t matter if you couldn’t love them as both man and wolf, that you’d thought them too possessive, that perhaps they had ended up scaring you with the way they were.

Wolves mated for life. That was all there was to it.

“Puppy, you’re so silly.” Mel took a step closer to you, his fingers suddenly ghosting over the top of your breast, close to the middle, right above where your heart would be.

Even though it’d been almost a year since he’d bitten you there, all hard and bloody, you still felt a tingle of something as he trailed his fingers there, almost as if tracing it.

“Do you remember when I’d given you that bite?” He smiled fondly as if recalling the memory and, when you’d slowly nodded your head “I gave you that bite because I love you, baby.”

“It’s all scarred, isn’t it?” He then asked, that chipper expression of his turning into something more and more, something twisted. Then, without warning, he’d grabbed the collar of your shirt “Take it off.”

You couldn’t help but be a little flabbergasted. You didn’t understand how your breakup with him inexplicably turned to this but, in the face of his serious tone, you couldn’t help but follow.

Mel smiled at your obedience before stepping even closer, his thumb tracing the raised scar peeking just out of your bra. This was the same scar his teeth had left, the same scar he’d used to mark you as his.

Just as he did that, he leaned a bit closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear “If you really want to stop being mine, puppy, you need to care this out. Because as long as you have this, you’re mine.”

“Just like I’m yours, hmm?” His tone returned to his usual, lighter and happier, as he brushed a fleeting kiss against your temple.

Almost haltingly, you nodded.

He was grateful for that “Where did this all come from anyway?”

That was when he finally properly looked at you and his heart instantly melted. You stood there, soft pout across your lips, tears threatening to spill from your eyes.

You looked like a chastised little kid and Mel knew that there was nothing he could do. After all, anyone would cry when they found out exactly what they got themselves into.

However, you immediately surprised him when you turned your head up to look at him, your body almost arching as if desperate to be close, to curve your body to mirror his.

“I’m sorry. I-I thought— I thought you weren’t that s-serious ab-about being with me a-and I kept falling de-deeper and deeper and—” You’d whimpered and sniffled, all pathetic but still so very pretty.

Mel laughed and this time, it was boisterous, loud, his arms wrapping around your waist “Oh, puppy, you really are so very silly.”

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

“Ah.” The small little punched out sound left Yeong-bae suddenly, like they couldn’t control it, like someone really had just absolutely gut punched it right out of them.

And it did certainly feel that way. They felt like they couldn’t breathe, like it was hard to get air into their lungs, and their stomach was slithering into knots and their chest ached something awful.

Still, despite the turmoil they felt, you stood there, firm in your decision.

Yeong-bae’s golden eyes darted every which way as their brain scrambled for an explanation, for an answer.

Had you figured out they’d put cameras in your room? But you’d loved when they filmed you with their professional camera before. Was it because they’d scared all your friends way? But you’d said they were the only one you needed, that they were the only one you truly wanted in your life.

Was it something else? Had they done something? They didn’t understand.

“C-Can you tell me what I’ve done?” They finally managed to get the words out, their tongue feeling heavy and numb in their mouth “C-Can I fix it?”

You just looked down at your hands gravely “It— It’s not really anything you’ve done, Yeongie, s-so there’s not really anything to fix.”

There was nothing to fix. There was nothing they could do. The words echoed a little in their mind before, finally, painfully, registering.

Suddenly, the little air they’d been able to breathe before vanished and, so agonizingly, they started being unable to get even a gulp of air in. Their vision swam and, almost alarmingly, they could hear the way their heart beat in their ears, their face turning awfully hot, their entire body crumpling to the ground.

They would lose you. They would lose you and there was nothing to do because you’d go— The greatest thing they’d been able to have and they’d messed it up.

“Yeongie!” Your voice felt like you were talking to him through a wall or, maybe, through water. Everything seemed so far away “Yeongie, please, wait— You need to calm down. Tell me three things in this room.”

You were grounding him. Yes, yes, that’s what he needed. His eyes snapped to you and he noted your teary eyes, the way your wet lips seemed to twist into a pretty frown, the way your hands clutched at him.

As he took more and more of you in, he felt himself slowly but surely calm down. It still hurt to breathe but he could at least get the air. Now, at least, he was able to be in the moment, to be grounded.

Except he didn’t want to be. He didn’t want to exist in a world where you weren’t with him, where you didn’t love him.

“Please.” He took you by the forearms, his eyes wide and desperate in a way you’d only seen hints of before “Please, I can’t lose you, darling. I can’t. I can’t. You can’t leave me. I love you.”

The tears that gathered in the corners of your eyes finally fell and you looked at him like you couldn’t truly believe what was happening in front of you “Really?”

He nodded hastily before, suddenly, kissing you. The kiss was messy and frenzied and wet from both your tears. Usually, Yeong-bae was so very gentle and sweet but this kiss was anything but. He kissed you like a starving man, all tongue and teeth and desperation.

When he finally pulled away, his eyes searched yours, worried it wasn’t enough to convince you. If you weren’t convinced, he’d just have to keep you, find somewhere far away to stow you—

Before he could finish that thought, you’d laughed softly and leaned against him “I’m— I’m so sorry, Yeongie, I-I had thought— I don’t know what I thought. I’m sorry, I was just falling so in love with you and I didn’t want to stay where my feelings weren’t requited.”

Yeong-bae nodded “But I do love you.”

He’d finish that thought later. Just in case.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #yandere #oc x reader #male yandere #male oc #nonbinary yandere #nonbinary oc #ayaka #eunjeong #melchior #yeongbae #drabbles

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demonskiss · 10 months

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How yanderes react to a very shy reader when she has sex with them, covering her face and trying to stifle her moans

shy darlings

cw: afab!reader w/ no!pronouns, hair pulling, restraints, degradation, praise, overstimulation, dumbification

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

emory can’t help but think you’re utterly pathetic, covering up your moans like you’re nothing but a fleshlight for them in that moment. they pull your hair back and lean forward, whispering vile words into your ear, “do you think you can hide yourself, sweet lamb? i don’t think you want to cum.” they’re cruel, and they won’t tolerate disobedience of any kind, especially when they can’t hear your sweet cries, your pathetic mewling, your wails of pleasure. the more you cover your face, the more they’re inclined to tie your wrists together behind your back, that way you really can’t hide yourself, and that darling little voice of yours.

blythe is just the absolute sweetest! he kisses the back of your hands when you cover your face as they thrust into your pussy, “beautiful.” they whisper, “your noises are so beautiful, don’t hide.” he’s the most easygoing, letting you take it at your own pace, don’t worry about being shy, he’ll never stop praising you, and they’ll always let you take your time when it comes to letting yourself come out of that shell of yours. of course, he’ll try to coax you to let yourself go a bit more, refusing to perform certain acts unless you describe it to him in detail about what you want. oh, you’re not satisfied? then you should tell him what you want.

ambrose is conflicted. he of course, thinks it’s unbelievably cute of you to be so shy like this. but the ghost is mildly insecure, is he not doing enough? why are you covering up your lovely voice? instead of dwelling on his anxieties however, he’ll fuck you until you’re no longer concerned about covering up your beautiful face and your heavenly moans. “there you go…” he coos, caressing your tear stained cheek with a chilly hand. “there’s the perfect expression i love to see.” you can barely comprehend what he says anyways, your mind so out of it. you’ll never have to worry about being embarrassed around him, he’ll just fuck it all out until you’re a mindless little whore for him.

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flowering-thought · 1 year

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「 II 」

To an artist, the soul is held through the eyes of those who can feel connection to something more than themselves.

But in a moment of darkness, art scatters through the wind and becomes void, a terrible void that one cannot escape solely through will alone.

It makes one wonder just how much an artist's art can represent the soul-crushing emotion of an angel saving them from death.

If you asked Briar what had happened that day they met you. They'd reply with a smile and a wink and say something elaborate and poetic.

They have always been free-spirited. A tall lanky person with long black hair kept tied into a ponytail. They tend to come off as androgynous, eventually coming out as genderfluid when they realize who they wanted to be in college.

But every artist occasionally gets burnout. This one came with thoughts they couldn't stop.

Thoughts that the world didn't care. Their friends weren't their friends. That everyone would be better off without them and that they weren't needed for anything.

And whenever they tried to paint it all away as they usually would have done, it came to a frustrated blob, splatters of paint, and in the end; rage.

They'd end up trying to destroy the canvas, despairing as their sobs wrecked their body and they crumbled to the floor with blood slowly seeping from the wounds where they ended up hurting themselves when attempting to destroy the canvas.

And they tried to reach out. They tried medication, and they tried therapy. But therapy didn't bring comfort, and the medications they tried made them feel off.

They knew some people who swore by those things but they also knew that it didn't work for everyone.

Their despair came to the point that after a massive breakdown one day, they couldn't take it anymore. They could have taken the pills at their desk but they didn't want to risk the chance of becoming a vegetable if the pills didn't kill them and only messed them up physically.

They read about it online. A bridge where the perfect time when the tide in the canal drops enough for the water to be at the ideal height. So after a drink or two they took off, the cold air pinching at their skin and loose sweatpants and a collared shirt covered in the result of their failed paintings.

They stopped in the middle of the bridge, glancing down at the dark water below. They gripped the edge of the stone railing and took a deep breath.

Nothing would change, would it? They'd still feel depressed even if they managed to start painting again. They wouldn't feel a thing for the people around them trying to show their sympathy.

Their art would be valueless and nothing would change.

As they lifted a leg and straddled the railing they heard a couple of steps before a hand gently grabbed their wrist, another hand coming to grab their hand as well.

"Wait." That was all they heard before they glimpsed up to see you. The worry in your eyes, the way your lips stayed slightly parted for preparation to speak again.

Your gentle but firm grip on their wrist and hand tethered them to something more than the mind-numbing feeling of wanting to die.

Your eyes showed every amount of hesitation, worry, sadness, and hope. And without knowing why, Briar started to cry, tears falling down their cheeks as they squeezed your hand just to feel the warmth you provided.

You didn't have to say anything else, you didn't think you would have to either. You wait for a moment, letting them cry on that railing before letting go of their hand and offering your other hand to them so you could help them off the railing.

They hesitated before they accepted your hand, their feet reaching the ground again before they finally felt the weight of what they were about to do.

They sobbed, their knees nearly caving in as they leaned against you for support. They felt sobs wrack their body and their shoulders shake as you slowly lead them to your home, setting them on your couch and wrapping a blanket around their shoulders.

You didn't often know what would make them feel better. The people you helped were done out of sympathy and a knowing of how they felt rather than just for the fuck of it.

You made sure the soft blanket wrapped around them well, softly petting their head before you left to make some tea.

A blend of butterfly pea flower with chamomile and a few other ingredients started to seep as you grabbed a clean plate from the dishwasher and placed a couple of chocolate chip cookies you had baked just last night.

Once you had the fresh tea you grabbed a bit of lemon juice and headed over to the table.

You placed the plate and tea cup in front of them before meeting their eyes, "Watch this hm?" You spoke, adding a bit of lemon to watch the color of the tea change before handing them the cup. The warmth spread through to their cold fingers, crying a bit more as they took a sip of the tea.

After a bit, when the tea was finished and the plate was empty, you gave their head another pat and told them to rest.

After you were sure they were resting you headed up to your own bed, ready to rest from your long night.

And unknown to you Briar had the first good dream in years, your face coming to them, your eyes softened as you caress your cheek and whisper reassurances to them. In their mind, they could have sworn they saw wings sprout from your back.

They woke up in the early hours of the morning, light barely coming through your curtains. They felt inspired as they quickly got up, they wanted to see you but it was too early for such a thing.

So they left, scrambling in front of the door to their home, finally getting it open and grabbing a tray and several paints. They grabbed a brand new canvas and started painting. They didn't need to sketch it, their mind was clear and their hands moved without thought.

The bottom of the canvas was painted as a pit, a dark pit in a tower, the background of the tower covered in vines and eroded bricks, light coming in from old windows, and the lack of roof providing even more and the edges of the tower eroded more in some places.

And above that pit, stood you, seemingly midair, feathers falling through the air and smudged paint in the shape of wings behind your back.

Briar was nearly satisfied, but they couldn't get your face right. They needed you to finish it. So they left it blank, your figure covered in white robes and your hands coming together to rest in front of your abdomen, holding your hands linked together.

They had to stop themself from caressing the freshly painted canvas.

And they spent weeks like that, painting as though their hands would fall off. If they ran out they'd get more. And eventually, the canvases they had abandoned were painted white to use as a fresh canvas.

Briar couldn't stop. How could they? The kindness you gave, the smile that reached the depths of their soul?

You were an angel! No, that word wasn't enough to compare what you were. You were a goddess. A goddess that reached through the pain of a person and took it so their soul would be free.

But one thing bothered them about their paintings. The face.

They couldn't get it right. While they saw your smile, they saw your eyes and kindness, they couldn't get any of it right. It made them sorrowful.

But as much as that single thought had plagued their mind, one of their friends who had been worried about them brought them to an art gallery. Briar knew they were trying to inspire and get them out of the house to see something that could get them out of their slump, but they didn't want to be looking at things that wouldn't help them paint the face of their savior.

But one thing caught their eye, a community board where it held flyers for similar events and other kinds of things like a missing pet and such.

But big words titled "Goddess of the Bridge" caught their eye the most. The same bridge they had nearly jumped off of was shown on the flyer and a QR code was right next to the image.

There was no way it was their savior right? No possible way right? Yet with hesitant hands, they brought their phone up to the code.

But before they could even pull up their camera a finger poked them on the shoulder and Briar nearly got whiplash from how fast their head turned to face none other than their friend who brought them here.

"Come, Briar! I have the perfect thing to get you out of your slump!" And so they were torn away from the curious sign and dragged around to one of their friend's professors was around looking for unfinished artwork to put on display.

As interesting as it sounded Briar still wasn't as confident in their work. Their period of depression had them slightly afraid.

It wasn't until a week later that their friend, the same friend who dragged them out in the first place stated that "I may have talked to the professor about putting one of your larger unfinished works on display." That made Briar want to crawl into a massive hole.

They knew their friend was the nosy type that couldn't stay still. But to go this far?? Now they had to panic about what to display and how to get the painting out of their studio without getting damaged and what should they wear?

But somehow, as much as their friend stuck their head in deep, they also stuck through with Brair till the end.

And so with the massive painting of you on display, the blank space of canvas where your face should be and the first work they created after you saved them hung next to several different students' works.

A couple statues and all sorts of different mediums were shown throughout the gallery. It was surprising but many people showed up.

Brair was kind of glad they got to participate, part of themselves wanted fate to bring you back to them. They wanted fate to intervene once more so they could see you again.

But fate worked in a different way, a person showed up right in front of Briar's unfinished painting, the person's face contorted and Briar saw something like relief wash across their face.

Before Briar could think of something to ask the person, they turned their head and smiled while they pulled out a business card, and that mere interaction led to Briair being able to finish some of their paintings.

They provided Briar with equipment and even special paints and better canvases to continue painting you. But even better, they provided her with photos of you, with videos of you saving others and before the group had torn down the old homes that stood across the street from your home, many of those with higher positions like Briar were able to stay in some of the rooms at certain times before they formed the layout and architecture for the mansion that was to be built.

Those moments were always spent gazing at your home, watching you whenever they could, painting you as they watched, and your precious face could finally be painted

A sweet smile attached to Briars' lips as they unwrapped a fresh canvas and set it onto their easel, the newly built mansion was finished and many new plans were hatched.

They watched you across the street, smiling excitedly at the thought of getting you to sit in front of them as they painted you, "Maybe I could paint a mural of them in the main hall?".

「 The Theophany of Hestia 」

#.the_cult_♡#yandere oc #yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #soft yandere #yandere x darling #chubby reader #yandere cult #yandere x you #tw: yandere #nonbinary oc #nonbinary yandere #genderfluid yandere #genderfluid oc

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a-palemoon-sliver · 7 months

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yandere living armor story where a human is abducted from Earth by a gigantic alien spaceship one night via tractor beam. Once on board they find out the ship is a massive coliseum-style fighting arena that travels the galaxy kidnapping members of various alien species and making them fight to the death. As one of the galaxy's squishier races the human is put into a suit of artificially intelligent armor, that's programmed with combat knowledge and the goal of keeping its host alive at all costs, and then the human is assigned to a team and put through a grueling training regimen for weeks. The human bonds with their teammates during training and learns to put up with the sardonic quips of their armor, which speaks to them in their head through neural link.

Then the televised fights begin, transmitted to billions around the galaxy. The human is woefully unequipped for the brutality of the arena games, and survive mostly by surrendering to the armor and letting it control their body like a puppet as it fights off various monsters. But they get better and better as they continue to fight and train, and soon they're able to make the basic moves unassisted, which is good because each fight is more difficult than the last. The human's friends among their teammates are almost killed on several occasions, and the human has to fight against the armor's control in order to come to their rescue, because the armor is only programmed to care about its host's survival, not anyone else's. but the armor is smart and self-learning, and it learns to understand the human's motives and starts working with them to keep their teammates alive, not against them. The teammates survive, and they improve in working together, all of them, and they keep surviving. They move up through the ranks of the games.

The armor continues learning about its host's personality, and decides the human is too soft-hearted to survive long-term, but they don't deserve to die, so it hatches a plan. It continues working with its host to win games until the next time the massive spaceship is docked above a planet, and then it orchestrates a jailbreak. It jumps onto one of the deadly lasers and points it at the arena's armored outer wall and burns a hole through it, and then it starts escaping, punching through wall after wall of the spaceship's labyrinthine corridors with its human limply along for the ride. They make their way to the control room, defeating every guard and officer in their way, and destroy the control-boards, disabling the ship's security systems and freeing everyone on board. Then they make their way to the escape pods, and ride one down to the planet's surface.

Once on the planet they settle into a new routine of living, much too far away from Earth to ever make it back. The human takes up a job as a courier, running errands for townspeople in the city where they settle, and through trial and error they learn which alien foods they can digest and which they can't. The armor purrs with delight whenever the human wears it, which is always on the job as it lets them sprint faster through the streets. The armor is positively in love with its host, and resolves to protect them for the rest of their life, no matter what.

But the owner of the arena spaceship, who survived the jailbreak attack, has rich and powerful friends amongst the galaxy's elite, and the resources to continually send goons down onto the planet to search for the human and recover them and the armor dead or alive. As the human works to save up enough for space passage to another planet they're continually attacked by bounty hunters and other henchmen, and the armor becomes increasingly paranoid about its host's safety with each attack. Soon the armor locks down around its host, refusing to come off for any reason, and it starts threatening their kindly neighbors to root out possible informants. And it becomes increasingly brutal during its fights with their enemies, killing them all and uncaring when collateral casualties pile up. The human has no control over their body, the armor an expert at puppeteering them now and unwilling to relinquish control, convinced it knows best how to protect them. And its fighting prowess is certainly nothing to sneeze at. But as the bodies pile up around them the human being finds themselves in a nightmare they're unable to wake up from, and their only hope of salvation is to find a way to escape the planet for the great unknown of space...

#yandere #male yandere #nonbinary yandere #yandere armor #living armor #sentient armor

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anxious-stalker · 10 days

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I dream of buying you flowers and leaving them in places such as your room, your mail box, etc etc.

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sinfulforrest · 2 months

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Full of many thoughts tonight...I wanna make a yandere oc that's essentially a building-like entity that wants you and will do anything to keep you within it...the structure of it is fleshy and full of gore, but uncanny blends of normal arcitrcture seamlessly meld into the living tissue to make a strange hellscape that you can't escape from.

It creates an 'ideal' human form to take in order to interact with you, to take care of you, to love and nurture you and your fragile human body. This shell can't leave from the depths of whatever the hell you're trapped in as it gets too weak away from its body otherwise, so it goes above and beyond with keeping you under its surveillance and care.

It'd feed you prey that it drags in, or pieces of its own flesh that the shell lovingly carves away from the walls with tears in its eyes, smiling unnaturally as it forces the raw flesh into your mouth. Loving you is so painful, but in a beautiful way; it doesn't know how to put the feeling into words yet, but it hopes that one day it can explain it to you.

It loves being able to surround you completely and nurture you within it, often times using its shell to force place you within a fleshy patch so it can wrap its slick tendrils around you and spend some quality time with you...the more you struggle and thrash against its love, the more that you sink into the suffocating flesh and the tighter its tentacles secure you into your rightful place. You will rest and lay with it.

The shell often becomes unstable, not being able to hold a human form for a little while as it experiences intense emotions towards you, being reduced to a shambling mess of flesh and bone that constantly reaches for you with malformed, sinewy limbs whilst it constantly whispers your name over, and over. Even when you cover your ears, its voice penetrates your thoughts and chips away at your sanity over time, becoming more relaxing and soothing as it whispers its never-ending confessions of love to your very soul.

(More Home writing can be found right here and here, and its appearance can be found here! Here's another doodle here, too :3 )

#forrest speaks #yandere imagines #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere monster #male yandere #female yandere #nonbinary yandere #yandere boy #yandere girl #yandere drabble #nonfatal vore #soft vore #v0re #thfl #the hunt for love #thfl home

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devourable · 11 months

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➶ the butcher

sfw | tags ; nb!yandere butcher x gn reader (only prn used for reader is ‘you’), yandere behavior/tendencies, stalking, butchery (duh), violent imagery/ideation + implied violence

i dont see explicitly nonbinary yanderes much at all so im here to change that bc us offgendered mfs can be are crazy too 😌 sorry if this kinda sucks bc i finished this up while half asleep

you always felt there was something… off. about the 24 hour deli you always passed by.

it seemed to always be empty, aside from the butcher who was constantly at work inside. chopping meat, severing flesh from bone, every action executed with nearly clinical precision. did they ever do anything else? how were they always so busy with so little customers?

you could never understand. but as much as you were put off by the strange little store, curiosity gnawed at you with equal strength.

because of that, the day you entered the shop for the first time late one night, you left all of your concerns at the door.

unbeknownst to you, the butcher had been watching you long before you ever entered their deli. they always felt your eyes on them when you passed by their store — your gaze just felt so different from others. electrical, almost. they always knew when you were nearby. you must've felt it too, right? the connection you had?

but poor rhodes, they could never just approach you! you never stopped by and you didn't even know their name. they never had an opening to meet you formally. it'd be such a shame to scare you off...

thus, they were content with watching you from a distance. they ensured you never noticed their dark eyes following you, only daring to observe you passing in their peripherals or looking in your direction after you had walked far enough away. how wonderful your appearance was... a lovely sight that always brightened up the monotony of their work days. it was so fun to see you go about your life, it satisfied them enough to not mind your lack of connection.

though, sometimes... they couldn't help but imagine the animals they were tearing apart were the folk they occasionally saw you talking to. to tear their skin off of them, cut them into filets and send them far, far away from you... they ideated about it more times than they'd admit. why did you have to interact with others in front of them?

the day you actually entered their shop was a day they'd never forget. they thought they were dreaming when you walked in, shivering from the cold of the night seeking warmth and food in their establishment for the first time. you'd started a new job, see, and your shift ended well after everything else had closed. you were forced to forgo dinner and you were starved. so rhodes' butchery was the only place nearby you could visit.

you were intimidated by them, admittedly. their hulking frame, blank expression, and rough voice combined with the blood and gore constantly clinging to their apron was enough to put anyone on edge. but they couldn't be that bad, right?

their rampant emotions were hidden behind the unwaveringly neutral expression they always held, and you were none the wiser to their thudding heart and the slight tremble in their hands as they took your order.

the exchange was simple enough — you ordered a sandwich and something warm to drink, they made it for you, and you'd sit in one of the few chairs scattering the deli's entrance to enjoy your food and try to wind down after your shift.

and just like that, a routine was established.

you got to know rhodes as you continued to visit their place of work. they weren't scary, just awkward! or so you told yourself. but they were so easy to talk to — albeit not the best conversationalist, they were a superb listener. they'd devote their full attention to you every time you spoke to them, not daring to breathe a word so they wouldn't interrupt your lovely voice. they'd learn everything they could about you during your conversations. how you were gradually getting used to your new job, how it was a good thing they were open so late, how you were grateful for their work... things that they'd replay in their mind over and over again when you left.

you never really thought much of it when rhodes began giving you food on the house, using various excuses from not wanting to have to reopen the register to having conveniently already made your favorite sandwich earlier that day for a canceled order. you were friends now! of course they'd want to do you favors.

you also never really thought of it when the coworker who you'd complained about to them a few times stopped coming to work, either. they made an enemy out of so many people at your job, maybe they got fired? it wasn't any of your business.

rhodes had no clue how they'd get closer to you just yet. but now that you were seeing them regularly, they didn't mind settling for making your life a bit easier.

in any way they could.

after all, no one was going to question a butcher for having bloodied clothes.

#🥩 rhodes williams #lovesick | ocs #mine | fics #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere x darling #nonbinary yandere #nb yandere #t4t yandere #yandere oc #trans yandere

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queenie-the-court-jester · 27 days

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oc kink list 2

Mdni🌺 enjoy (this is highly nsfw)

dog hybrids;

Brutus: knotting, breeding, impact play, scenting and marking

dolly: risky play, femdom, light bondage, dirty talk, praise

Bladviba: vanilla mf. BORINGG. atleast his aftercare is amazing

molly is technically a minor, so skipping

Sweet pea too

bubba: choking, knotting, dirty talk, degradation

Cat hybrids;

Princess: pillow princess all the way. Lactation kink, bratty sub, bondage, spanking,

Prince: breeding kink, scenting, marking, a little bit of an exhibitionist, mild humiliation

King: sadistic, heavy bondage, sensory deprivation, non-con roleplay, impact play, daddy kink, spanking, loves making his s/o cry, humiliation, jealousy sex. He likes doing all these things to his darling, but doesn't like it when his darling asks to return the favor

cow & bull hybrids;

big daddy: dilf. daddy kink, soft dom, breeding, tummy cock bulge, overstimulation

Mrs.bené: milf. Mommy kink, soft dom, lactation kink, threesome, edging

ms.blackberry: spanking, degrading/praising, light bondage, lactation kink, roleplay

Ms.polly: hunter/prey dynamic, blood kink, knife play, marking, body writing, high libido

ms.frufru: food play, squirting, teasing, edging, orgasm denial, overstimulation

Ms.vivian: soft dom, praising, very vanilla

Johnny: cock warming, overstimulation, breeding, lactation kink, impact play

Centaurs;

jacqueline: service top, soft dom, cunnilingus, overstimulation

timothy: brat taming, power bottom, tummy cock bulge, cum inflation, brutal sex, marking, slapping, degrading

maya is a Minor

casper: praising, doesn't say much during sex, pining, overstimulation, spit swapping

miguel: let him tap it he'll cum immediately. Dirty talk, whiny switch, screams too much, very sensitive, leaks so much precum, foreplay, cum smearing

harmony: this motherfucker has so many kinks. Roleplay, impact play, cunnilingus, face sitting, edging, orgasm denial, cock slapping, breeding, cum inflation, tummy cock bulge, power top, overstimulation, marking, brutal sex

Harpies;

Sydney: ver sensitive. Cums easily. Whiny bottom brat. Very vocal In bed

Evangeline: vanilla #3. Breeding

gabriel: bratty top, degrading, impact play, jealous sex, overstimulation, dumbification, breeding

fajarah: aroace #2!!

foolish: cunnilingus, whiny bottom, cock rings, overstimulation, orgasm denial

simon: gentle dom, slow sensual sex, praising, teasing, long foreplay, overstimulation, scenting, breeding

merfolk;

Koi quintuplets: they all like taking special roles in pleasuring you. Tancho and korom take turns bullying your poor hole. Kiko and Hime take turns riding your face or fingers, tsu sucks your nipples and fucks your throat

Mason: slow sensual sex, very quiet, overstimulation, breeding

goats;

sally: vanilla #4

Opal: pillow princess, needy bottom, lactation kink, roleplay

Sasha: exhibition, praising, dommy mommy

Kim: switch, soft dom, gentle sensual sex, very vocal

Sheep;

poka and juniper: threesome, breeding, cunnilingus, scissoring, overstimulation, dirty talk, needy switches, light bondage

violet: gentle dom, praising, slow sensual sex, scissoring, face sitting

Azucar is a minor

wehrner: vanilla #5

Wolf pack;

roxy: soft dom, rough sex, knotting, breeding, cum inflation, breeding, overstimulation

Milo: soft dom, lactation kink, knotting, breeding, dry humping, cunnilingus

silas: daddy kink, spanking, praising, knotting, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial

kiki: knotting, brutal sex, humping, impact play, knotting, marking

Extras;

Coachella: breeding, Marathon sex, oviposition, degradation, teasing, edging

Cotton: Marathon sex, intense breeding kink, mommy kink, impact play, degradation/praising, cunnilingus, edging, whiny switch

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stalkersdiary · 8 months

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~My Pages are for You~

Darling, you did it. You somehow controlled me. How do you feel? How do you feel knowing you OWN me? You are in my mind 24/7 and I am simply a victim to your mental torture.

When I think of you and try to secure my place in your life, I use their blood as my tool and my pages as my canvas.

You will belong to me. You WILL be mine. You just need to realize you love me back.

Love me and let me love you.

Love me. Love me. Love me. LOVE ME.

Y O U A R E M I N E

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yanderu-deredere · 7 months

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Saw that some of your OCs are into phone sex sooo! How would they react to their usually shy darling leaving a voicemail or something of him masturbating and you can hear the pap pap of him jerking off in the background?

a/n: hewwo! thank you for the lovely wonderful request! i absolutely love it loool i've included all my ocs that are into phone sex! hope you enjoy! (also lmaooo not the pap pap pap LOOOL)

warning: male reader as requested, phone sex, implied voice kink, male reader is the top LOL, ryouta's is kind of phone sex but kind of not

ryouta watanabe ★ profile

"Hey, I know you're probably working… but I just really miss you—"

Ryouta immediately felt his face heat up and his cock harden at the sound of your voice, all breathy and soft. You didn't usually leave him voicemails so he had gotten worried when he saw that notification on his phone.

Apparently, it was much more of an emergency than he though. His favourite kind of emergency.

"Just— hah, call me back when you get this. Please—"

His hand immediately pressed down on his growing hard-on. Mostly to give himself some sort of relief, something to grind and rut against as he listened to your sweet whining and the gorgeous way you called out his name.

The worst part was that he could hear you in the background, could barely make out the wet smack of skin and lube. Were you that desperate for him?

Ryouta had never seen this side of you before. You were usually so shy and coy, always avoiding his gaze and hiding your warm flustered face. But this? He wanted to see more.

Without even listening to the rest of the voice mail, he called you on Discord. Not on the phone. He needed to see your face, needed to see you and what you were doing.

Thankfully, you seemed to be at your desktop like he was because you answered almost immediately.

Ryouta groaned at the sight of you. Your hair was ruffled, the expression on your face pathetic. You had shed all your clothes and, from the way you sat far enough from your computer camera, he saw you fisting your cock, pre-cum already dribbling out.

“Ryou…” You huffed, hips jerking desperately.

“Are you drunk or something?” Ryouta started pushing down both his sweatpants and his boxers, his cock springing up and achingly hard “You’ve never called me like this before.”

You let out a soft sob “I-I just— I don’t know. I really miss you. You’ve been so busy.”

Ryouta couldn’t tell through the camera but he could guess that your entire face and ears were probably hot and that it took all the courage in you to admit something like that. It probably took you even more to call him, begging him.

Then again, Ryouta got you to beg pretty easily sometimes.

“Oh, darling.” He squirted some lube onto his palm before fisting his own hard-on “What were you thinking about that made you miss me?”

“Just you.” You started pumping your cock faster but Ryouta easily matched your pace “How you feel wrapped around me. How you clench on my c-cock.”

Ryouta had to bite his lip and resist the urge to cum just from your words. To think he’d had that much of an affect on you. It filled him with a sense of adoration for you.

“Want you to hold me tight and k-kiss me.” Your free hand suddenly came up to cover some of your face, likely because you were feeling too shy.

It was something you did often and Ryouta hated it.

“Don’t.” He snapped, frown evident “I want to see you. All of you.”

“Good boy.” His expression quickly turned into a soft smile when your hand dropped immediately and he couldn’t help but think the pouting look on your face was especially cute.

“Just— C-Can you come over? If you’re not too busy?” You arched your back a little, hips still jerking as you ran your fist up and down your hard cock “Wanna show you how much I’ve missed you.”

Ryouta let out a soft chuckle as he leaned back, his fist still matching your pace “Hmmm, I don’t know.”

He relished the devastated look on your face for a minute before sighing “Maybe if you be good for me and cum?”

That shy expression on your face returned but there was no way in hell you could deny him.

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“Hey, Yeongie, how’s the tour? I really miss you.”

Yeong-bae felt their heart melt a little at your soft voice. After a whole day of tiring fans and preparing for a troublesome concert, the sound of your voice gave them an energy that surprised them.

Like you, Yeong-bae was a bit more on the shy side. Though it was easy for them to pretend not to be, it didn’t change the fact that it drained them to act like the cool and aloof guy their fans expected them to be.

Sometimes, it felt like the only reason they kept being a pop-star was just to pamper you.

You, their timid and cute boyfriend. You, the love of their life. Oh, how he missed you too.

“I— We haven’t done are usual calls lately… I just miss your voice a lot.”

Yeong-bae hadn’t even realized! They felt bad about that. They’d just been so busy and it felt like they barely had time to sleep, let alone do anything else. To think something so important had slipped their mind!

Still, their work didn’t give him an excuse to neglect you, though.

Just as they were about to pause the voicemail to call you, your voice turned a bit breathier and Yeong-bae had to pause for a second to try and figure out exactly what was going on.

“Not just your voice… Fuck… I miss everything about you, Yeongie…”

Something about your voice, the tone it suddenly took, made Yeong-bae’s cock twitch. They shifted in their seat on the hotel bed, hesitant expression on their face. They definitely didn’t want to pause it now.

“Miss the way you kiss me, baby. Ugh— And the way you feel around me— How you used to whine and rut your hips—”

Everything clicked now. In fact, as soon as Yeong-bae realized what you were doing, they heard the sound of you in the background.

It made them rock hard to think that you were talking about them, hand around your cock, jerking it hard enough for him to hear the wet squelch of the lube. Or were you fingering yourself? Were you stretching yourself open at the thought of them?

It was so unlike you to leave a voicemail like that but, maybe, the fact that it was so uncommon made it a lot more appealing to them.

Yeong-bae couldn’t stop themselves. After taking a quick glance at the hotel room door, they started taking off their jeans; not completely but just enough that they could fish their cock out. It was already aching and leaking pre-cum even though they’d barely touched it.

But, then again, you always had that effect on them.

“You’ll call me, right? Fuck, really wanna hear your voice. Wanna cum from just your voice.”

Yeong-bae didn’t even get any lube. They spat into their palm and before wrapping their fist around their cock. They didn’t want to miss a second of your voice, didn’t want to hear anything but the sound of you and your whimpering moans.

Hell, it really didn’t take long for them to cum. You kept whining about how he felt wrapped around your cock, how he’d clench and shake and make you cum inside them.

Just as they heard your grunting shout on the phone, their back bowed and they ended up cumming all over their own hand, splattering on their jeans and on the floor.

Their face felt hot, their body trembling and their breaths coming out in short spurts.

Fuck.

No matter how good it felt, though, Yeong-bae couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. They fell back onto their hotel bed, their fist still gripping the base of their cock.

Maybe they’d call you later, when they were a bit more put together.

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“Hi, Soren… It’s around midnight now and, according to the schedule you’ve sent me and the numerous texts you’ve blown up my phone with, your concert should be over…”

Soren cursed under his breath, his eyes immediately flickering to the digital clock on the nightstand beside him. It read 1:20am. So, it’s been an hour or so since your call.

“Usually, when your concert is over, you call me… But you haven’t called yet so I wanted to call you.”

That was probably why he’d been so pissy the last hour or so. Soren was an easily angered guy when his contact with you gets limited. Especially when he hasn’t had his special call with you the night before.

Being away on tour, not being able to see you and be with you, it took a toll on Soren that surprised him. He didn’t realise that falling in love with someone would be this painful, would be this taxing. Now, all he ever wanted to do was be by your side.

Unfortunately, he was a world renowned pop-star so that was impossible.

“I just— Miss you lots. You’ll call me when you get this voicemail right?”

Soren couldn’t help but feel a little smitten with you. You sounded so cute on the phone, so shy and sweet. He felt so bad for missing the usual time the two of you call each other.

He also felt a little worried just because you didn’t sound like your usual self. You didn’t mention feeling sick so he doubted it was that but, if not that, then what?

Soren paused your voicemail and immediately called you.

You answered the phone, all breathy and soft, sounding like you’d run a marathon “Soren?”

“Hello, sweetheart. What are you up to?” He asked but, just hearing you, he already knew. In fact, a smirk spread across his face as he started unbuttoning his jeans and shucking them to the floor.

“Just—” You let out a simpering sigh that made Soren’s cock harden “Just missing you.”

“Doesn’t sound like that’s all you’re up to…” Soren’s voice took on a more chastising tone as he leaned back against the headboard of his hotel bed and pulled out his aching cock “Why don’t you be honest with me, baby?”

A pathetic little whimper left your lips but, of course, you complied “Couldn’t wait for you. Had to… ugh, had to—”

“Be bad?” He supplied the words to you and, immediately, you let out a throaty little sound that made Soren laugh almost meanly.

“I should punish you for that, shouldn’t I?” Soren reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a bottle of lube, letting it dribble out onto his hard cock, part of him wishing and imagining it was your leaking pre-cum.

“Please, please, I’m sorry, I—”

“It’s okay, baby.” Soren’s tone went from mean to soothing as he put the bottle back and fisted his cock “I’ve decided, since I’m the one who was late, I won’t punish you, hmm?”

You let out a relieved sigh.

The sound made Soren want to bully you but the pop-star was a man of his word, no matter what. No punishments. But, that didn’t mean he couldn’t have fun, right?

So, he pumped his cock, thinking of all the things he could do when he was so many miles away.

“But, in return, you’ll have to cum lots for me tonight, okay?” He finally decided and was further convinced he was right when you let out a whiny little protest.

“In fact, why don’t you cum now?” He smirked, gripping his cock a little tighter to prevent himself from cumming too early just at the thought of you “Why don’t you be my good little boy and pump that cock a little faster? Think about me, about how it feels to be inside me, huh, baby. Wouldn’t that feel so good?”

Your groaning hard cry through the phone was like music to his ears.

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off anon for this last one because. it is honestly so like something i would say regularly that i have to attach my username to it i have to stand by it. what if hybrid darling. in heat. what would they (also excluding violetta) do.

delicacy on a silver platter

cw: hybrid!reader, afab!reader w/ gn!pronouns, heat, restraints, riding, overstim, breeding, groping

written by a minor, dni if uncomfortable

emory initially stands back and watches how this heat affects you, of course, with restraints on your body. this is the first time they’ve seen this, so they can’t help but take notes in preparation for the next time you’ll have your heats, regardless of your cries for them to fuck you, to make sure you can’t walk until next week. after their initial note taking, the host unties your restraints… and you can’t help but jump on them, knocking them down with an unrestrained force. their clothes are clawed apart to shreds, tearing away your clothes and with desperation, seating yourself on their warm cock. they can’t help but groan from the tight, but wet heat. oh well… they understand you can’t help yourself, but this warrants a punishment for later, yknow?

blythe is ever so loving, and will always take care of you like the perfect boyfriend he is! they can’t help but spoil you even now, thrusting his cock inside you like a rabid animal. they coo sweet words into your ear, whispering about how tight you feel around his cock, how lovely your moans are, and how utterly beautiful your fucked out face is. all their work is thrown out the window just to satisfy you first and foremost, and he’ll overstimulate himself for the sake of pleasuring you, cumming over and over inside you until he’s practically shooting blanks, and he won’t stop until you pass out, and if not? well, it’s okay, they’re sure they’ll be okay.

ambrose is freaked out at first, he’s never had much experience with a lover, and even more so with a hybrid such as yourself. he’s more than willing to fuck you of course, his incorporeal body can sustain any sort of exhaustion, and he’ll make sure to please you until you beg him with tear stained eyes to please stop, no more. his cum is freezing to the touch too, cooling down your heat stricken body exponentially. but soon his body wears out, unable to stay tied to the physical plane, and he disappears right in front of your eyes, leaving you needy and heartbroken. but he’s such an accommodating boyfriend, and even when you can’t see him, you know he’s there. after all, who else isthe one groping your body throughout the day with cold hands?

hhh…. angel you’ve outdone yourself here i was literally screaming and kicking writing this ANYWAYS i kept the hybrid breed uncertain because i couldn’t choose what i wanted to write for and WAAAH!!! hopefully you enjoy!!!

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