#original character x reader

[suiana]

✎ yandere! mean boy . . .

✎ yandere! mean boy who's one of the most popular guys in the entire university. he's hot, smart, rich... he was perfect! ...but of course, he had a bad side to him as well. a side that you knew too well but others didn't. have i mentioned that he's only mean to you?

✎ yandere! mean boy who makes your university life as hard as he can. from minor inconveniences like bumping into you, to trying to ruin your reputation by gossiping about you to his friends. you're starting to wonder if he likes you? i mean, why else would he do this? you're not even in the same major! spoiler alert, he does like you. wow, who knew 🤯 ps, his friends are annoyed whenever he brings you up because once he starts talking about you he can't stop 💀

✎ yandere! mean boy who is very obviously in love with you. yeah, sure he might try to ruin your life but... he also spoils you! i mean, don't you see those gifts he left in your room? the new outfits in your closet? or the way your grades suddenly rose? that's all him! so... you should fall for him too now, right? boy is delusional 🔥🔥

✎ yandere! mean boy who's completely obsessed with you. unfortunately, poor fella doesn't know how to process his feelings and only shows disdain to you openly. if only you knew of the way his heart quickens every time you glance at him, or the way he jerks off to you to the numerous pictures he secretly took which are plastered on the walls of his mansion... he's such an idiot! when all he wants to do is worship you, he insults you instead :( not to worry... he'll be openly worshipping you soon enough. soon...

"watch your step."

he hisses as he glares at you. you only roll your eyes, continuing on your way to your lecture hall as you text your friend. seriously, this day was already bad and he just had to be here to worsen it? what luck you had.

you quicken your pace, trying to get to your location faster which only resulted in the university's mean boy (correction, he's only mean to you, so he's a secret mean boy) scowling and stomping right over to you.

"i said, watch your step!"

he yells out, grabbing your shoulder roughly as he turns around to face you. his hands shake slightly, still gripping onto your shoulder as his cheeks brun red. was it from anger or embarrassment? you'd never know. all he ever shows you is his disdain after all.

you stare at him with an irritated expression, eyeing him up and down before apologizing half-heartedly.

"sorry."

you then try shrugging his hand off you, clearly more annoyed than worried as the male continues to stare at you with an unreadable expression. cheeks flushed as he roughly takes his hand away before stomping off like an angry child. you merely shake your head at his actions. what a drama king he was.

jeez, he really is weird. always targeting you, and you only... what did you even do to get on his nerves? all you wanted was a peaceful university life! with good grades and a nice set of friends, and maybe even a lover if you were lucky! but no, he just had to have it out for you every. single. day.

and yet, he always seems to have a red flush on his cheeks whenever he does so. and the multiple times you've passed his friend group he always seems to be talking about you. is he bipolar? does he secretly like you? is he a tsundere?

you grumble slightly as you quickly rush off to your lecture. damn, he made you late. what an annoying guy.

meanwhile, your secret mean boy was struggling to contain his screams as he hid behind a wall after stomping off. with laboured breaths, flushed cheeks and hearts for pupils, he giggled like a patient from the mental hospital.

ah..! you touched him! touched him! if he imagines hard enough, he can pretend you're gently carressing him! that you're looking at him just like he looks at you!

he shakily stares at the hand you swatted away, smile errily wide as soft giggles escape him. ah, you're so cute when you look at him like that... when you look at him in irritation... would you look like that when he exposes the fact that he loves you? or when you're married and he accidentally burns his food? would you push him away and quickly cook up another meal?

he giggles like a high school girl in love, breathing growing increasingly erratic as he places both his hands over his chest.

ah...

he wants to touch you again.

he wants to see more of your expressions.

he wants you.

and he will have you.

whether you like it or not.

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[moonit3]

THE CUTE GUY WITH GLASSES!

➥ warnings/notices: yandere stuff, nsfw, m! masturbation, obsession, reader is gender neutral and is referred by you pronouns, first time writing smut, a little too short (sorry).

➥ yandere! nerd x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: simply because you smiled at him, you’ve gain his heart and attention, now he won’t let you go away.

➥ a/n: first time writing for tumblr and also first time writing smut! quite excited with this one and hopes this reach people who enjoy yandere content （＾ω＾）and of course, beware of the warnings too!

the emptiness feeling inside his heart is more to question if he truly deserves to live in a world where most people are already with their beloved ones. his parents always spoken of love like it’s a magical moment in everyone’s lives, but why hasn’t he experienced it? is something wrong with him?

that question is going through his brain for the past week, and when he was almost ready to give up and preparing himself to spend the rest of his life alone, a special person entered his life, you. a lovely soul who not only is popular in the campus for both looks and charismatic personality, but the very same one who stolen his breath away just because you smiled at him.

“you are max, right?”

“y-yeah, that’s me!”

and you even know his name! mostly people just call him ‘the glass dude’, but you put extra effort to remind it. seeing how you giggled with his nervousness when he asked if you were willing to go to a nearby cafe with him before classes and when you said yes, his heart almost exploded!

our first date! max thought as he admire you drinking your favorite drink and explaining about the recently subjects you are having. of course, being considerate smart, he offered to tutor you after classes in a couple of days without nothing in return, what a lucky person you are to have someone like him~

once the day arrives, you invite max to your dorm (which you share by yourself since your previous roommate moved out), so it’s just the two of you and he can’t be more happier. with every subject he helps you, he can feel you getting closer and closer to see the details on his notebooks. luckily you can’t notice how his member is getting hard with him feeling your thigh next to his and how easily he can see that you lack a vest/bra underneath your shirt.

his mind can’t help but imagine how gorgeous you must be without any clothes on, maybe a couple of beauty marks all over or scars that tell untold stories? that’s don’t really matter as max knows it only makes you even special, yet he can’t stop thinking of the possibility of spending the night with you.

would you scream until you are completely overstimulated? or whimper with his fingers doing pleasure between your legs? the thoughts of it are plaguing his mind as he left your dorm when the tutoring session is over and once he gets to his place, an apartment that he lives on his own, max couldn’t stop touching himself.

—

his lewd whimpering are flying across his bedroom and he isn’t even trying to hold it back with both hands going up and down on his cock, trying to pleasure himself with the many fantasies of [name].

“ah~” a sloppy handjob is the only thing that is helping max to keep himself sane as he imagines his beloved being the one touching him, a scene that is easily imaginable. them, sitting next to his body and teasing his leaking member with their hands, almost ready to release his cum into their face. “[name]…i love you so much!”

and with a few more minutes, he was completely done and empty as his cum is all over his stomach, dirty his body and some part of his hoodie. despite his exhaustion and panting, max is willing to go for one last time before going to bed for the night, after all, he wants to fantasize about his beloved one last time for tonight.

“…next time, [name] will be here to help me with this.”

@moonit3 writings

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[velvetti]

You are my liberty

T/W: Imply human trafficking, alcohol abuse, mlm relationship, no direct mention of consent, minors/fem aligned DNI, angst/comfort + smut.

To him, you were a fever dream, a beautiful white rose blooming under the moonlight in a garden of wilting wild flowers, a cold gust of wind in the middle of a hot summer night. You make him wonder if you ever existed at all, or if it's just another hallucination he had during his dark times, when he was struggling to live day by day.

The memories of your first encounter had long engraved itself into his soul. It was a snowy day, right in the middle of September just a few decades ago when he was a child. Forced to watch as the pedestrians walk by him, ignore him, trample him while he slowly dies from hunger and cold inside a dark alleyway, he calls that moment one of the luckiest in his miserable life.

Because, it's when you laid your eyes on him for the first time. He wished he could've travelled back in time and embraced you right then and there instead of halting for a moment like an idiot, but he couldn't blame his past self, you are the most beautiful person he has ever witnessed. Can you blame him for smiling stupidly like a puppy when you offered him a loaf of bread?

He really did love you at first sight, if not love, then what could explain his emotions whenever he talks to you?

His dreams were brutally cut off by the sound of his glass of whisky falling from his work desk. This was the third time that he fell asleep while doing paperwork, by the emperor's words, "A commander shall not halt the empire's progress with his personal troubles", thus, here he is, forced to finish his paperwork while being depressed.

He struggles with paperwork every single day after your disappearance, saying that he was worried was an understatement, the world didn't even have colours when you left. He refused to even go into any taverns during his day off as a commander, just because whenever he looked at the wall, he might be greeted with a missing poster with your face on it, smiling as beautifully as he first remembered you.

He wouldn't call you his soulmate, soulmates can live a life without each other, while without you, he just wants to drown himself in liquor so he could continue seeing you in his dreams. He needed you to live, not just exist.

It didn't take him that long to find a lead about you, after all, everything can be purchased by money. Just a few hundred gold coins and he had already managed to find out where you are. To his surprise, you were kidnapped and are going to be auctioned off soon.

So, he simply killed off the owner of the auction house and stole you before anyone else could even think of getting their pesky hands on your body :)

The bastard had the audacity to lock you in a cage, you even felt skinnier than the last time he hugged you! He should've made the death slower, but he was too excited to see you again. He quickly wrapped his cape around your body and hugged you tightly, at least you're back in his arms again.

;

Fearing that you'll find a way to leave him again, he has decided, why not make you his little husband? It's too cruel to lock you up physically and he doesn't want you to be depressed, you won't be able to get away when you're legally bound to him anyways.

So, without much of a thought, he literally begged you to marry him, hugging your waist while whining to your already flustered self, it took him days if not weeks just to convince you, but in the end, he managed and almost pinned you down and did you right then and there. But he held back, he wanted to wait for you guys' honeymoon, for you to have a proper wedding instead of acting by his own desires, he might've been a cruel person but he's not an asshole.

;

How many times was this already?

Counting just today, a total of three times. He had made love with you three times in a single day during your 2 weeks long honeymoon, and this is just the first day.

The first time was quite- no, very long. At first, he was very gentle, he didn't tore off your white suit the moment you both got on the bed, instead he went slow and made sure to prepare you thoroughly. He promptly fucked you in a mating press position right after you have adjusted though, only slowing down slightly when you sobbed and digged your nails into his back, he kept having that annoying sly smirk on his face, proud to be the one taking your first time and making it worthwhile. The total amount of rounds you've both gone in one night? 15 times, with breaks in-between, of course.

The second time, it was a little more tame compared to the first time. Well, if you count fucking in a garden, anything close to being tame. He bent you over the bench and rearranged your insides right then and there. Your body was still sore from yesterday, so he tried going gentle this time, but he had to grip onto your hips for dear life to refrain from losing his mind. You managed to keep your sounds fairly quiet, so no unfortunate servants passing by would have to hear the embarrassing sounds coming out of your mouth.

The third time, he held the grudges from the second time and let all of them out on you after dinner. You were forced to wear a pair of laced underwear, the provocative kind that shouldn't be seen by any children whatsoever. Your wrists tied together by his tie while he makes out with you and fucks you at the same time. The marks before haven't even completely disappeared from your body, yet they've been replaced with a new one, littered from your inner thighs to your neck.

All of that horny stuff aside, you had to give your little husband a kiss on the forehead after all the rounds you both have gone through. He fell asleep almost immediately afterwards, hugging your waist and resting his head on your chest, without any sort of defence whatsoever. Letting out a sigh, at this point, you don't know if your husband is secretly a golden retriever in disguise or not.

A/N: The end was a bit rushed, if you couldn't tell. The golden retriever thingy is a reference to one of my work that's still a work-in-progress. Thanks for reading, I hope you like this post :b

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[kieranxvalentine]

Her Queen. [Yandere! Princess! Oc x Reader]

༻♡༺✎ You were only supposed to be a servent, Now you're a future Queen. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Princess! Oc x Reader ༻♡༺✎ 18+ (sexual content, oral sex, fingerng, overstimulation, power imbalance) ༻♡༺✎ 0.7k words ༻♡༺✎ AHH my first 18+ One~! I had alot of fun writing this one! Happy reading~! (this is not proofread!)

“Keep squirming my love, I love how you feel underneath me..” Your moans were music to her ears, your taste was simply heavenly, more than any delicacy that money could possibly buy her.

Princess Alexandria of Aloria was currently nestled between your legs. You were laying flat on your back, both of your dresses were long abandoned on the room floor.

Alexandria’s tongue licked long stripes  along your cunt, loving the way you shivered from her touch. She forces your legs open as she raises her fingers up to slowly rub circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

She then leaned down to take your clit into her mouth, slowly suckling on it as she slowly slipped her two fingers into your needy cunt.

“Y-your h-highness..!” You would moan out her title and she smirk against your cunt.

“Mhm?~ Yes my darling~?” She would begin to pump her fingers int and out of you, enjoying how your body reacted. The way your back arched, the way the moans would leave your plump lips, it was like she was in heaven.

She raised up to capture your lips in hers, allowing you to taste yourself on her tongue. As she continued to pump her fingers in deeper, Alexandria would whisper praises against your lips. 

“Such a good girl for me..”

“Look at how wet you are…all for your princess..”

“That's it darling…let go…mhm..you’re taking it so well..”

She would whisper all these against the side of your neck, placing open mouthed kisses there.

Your moans would get higher and Alexandria would simply chuckle softly as she paid attention to the way your body would contort and squirm in pleasure, signaling her to your fast approaching release.

“Hmm?...Is my darling going to cum? You’re going to make a pretty mess all over my fingers?”

It seemed like you came as soon as those words left her lips, she enjoyed the way that you clenched around her fingers. She leans down to kiss you, muffling your moans as she continued to fuck her fingers into you through your orgasm. Bringing you to a brink of near overstimulation.

You tried to close your legs once more, but Alexandria continued, the wet noises coming from your cunt filled the room, mixing with the sound of your choked sobs of pleasure.

Alexandria didn’t stop until she made a complete mess out of you, She finally stilled her fingers after pulling two more orgasms from you, kissing your forehead and telling you how much of a good girl you were for her.

Princess Alexandria was wrapped around your finger, She didn’t care what she had to do, but she knew you weren’t going anywhere.

Lady Alex, or Alexandria was a brown skinned woman with pink/rose gold hair with matching deep, rose red eyes. She wore a navy blue ball gown normally with accents of gold, black and white. 

Alexandria was the only heir of her father, King Alexander, and unlike most royals she was raised to take the crown. Her father didn’t want anyone else on the throne besides his daughter. 

This is how she met you, a humble servant brought in by her father to be her lady in waiting. 

When she first laid her eyes on you, she knew it was love at first sight. The way your hair fit your face, the way you (e/c) eyes met hers each time you spoke, that adorable smile you would get whenever she would compliment or praise you. She just thought you were the cutest thing in the world.

She told her father how she wanted you to be her lover, and she wasn’t going to take no as an answer.

Lady Alex would cause immense harm to anyone, and she means ANYONE who dares to rule against her in this. She’d been alone for so long (she’s 31 years old!) and now that she’s finally found the person she considers her soulmate she was going to keep you.

Anyone dared to harm you? To the dungeons, and later will be executed at her words. She’s the future Queen, and you are her partner, her Queen. She was not going to tolerate disrespect.

You want for nothing! You are praised, worshipped, you’ll need nothing outside the castle walls, she’ll bring it all to you.

She can’t have you getting any ideas to try and leave her…can she?~

She would notice the way the other nobles would look at you whenever she brings you around. Alexandria would hold you a little tighter in your ear harmful things about the people you were talking to.

Alexandria didn't want to lose you. so even if that meant cutting you off from your family and friends in the palace. she would do it.

"You're mine now. You don't need them anymore, darling...now come to bed. Let me prove to you how I am the only one you need.."

©kieranxvaletine 2023 <3 Hope you all enjoyed!

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[l1tw1ck]

Toy

dom!bottom!ftm boss x sub!top!masc reader

Includes an extra with a professor character

Characters can be imagined as anyone. Such as: Diavolo, Lucifer, Ayato, Diluc, Kaeya, Kunikida, Dazai etc

authority kink go brrrr

General CW: Non-Con or Dub-Con, Dom/Sub

CW: Non-Con, Orgasm Denial, Creampie

Your boss calls you in during lunch so you can fuck him. He has you do whatever you want him to, and you're not allowed to complain. You wanted to eat lunch today? Shut up and eat his pussy, that's your lunch. You're thirsty too? That's fine, he'll squirt in your mouth. You're talking too much? He’ll have to gag you with his tie or his (gloved) fingers.

You’re too tired to keep going? Too bad, you stop when he says so. Aw, you don't like being treated like this? Even though your only purpose is to be his toy? Looks like he'll have to teach you how to properly treat your boss

You're tied to your boss’ chair, slacks and underwear sunk down to your ankles. He's naked from the waist down and sitting on your lap, just an inch away from the hard cock he's been jerking off for ages now. He hasn't let you come once, and he won't until he's satisfied. “Please-” You whimper as he denies yet another orgasm from you. “I- I’m sorry-” Your whimpers are like music to his ears. He smirks and pulls his hand away, replacing it with his warmth. His pussy embraces your weeping cock with ease. “You’re mine, my toy.” He says as he rides you. “Say it.” He orders.

“I’m yo- your toy..” You reply.

He grins. “That's a good boy.” He wraps his arms around you and bounces on your length. He moans out shamelessly, not caring for whoever hears. Everyone in the building knows about your relationship anyway. But they have no idea that your boss is taking advantage of you, using you like a toy for his own pleasure. You warn him that you're about to come, succumbing to the pleasure. He smirks and moves faster, he loves feeling your cum inside him. It's a safe day anyway. You throw your head back and come, pumping him full of your seed as you have your long awaited orgasm. He keeps moving despite your sensitivity, chasing his own orgasm. He has much more stamina than you do, you're in for a long day.

Puppy

dom!bottom!ftm!yandere teacher x sub!top!masc reader

CW: Non/Dub-Con, Teacher/Student, Cunnilingus, Praise

Your professor fell in love with you at first sight, your looks inducing many wet dreams and a lot of masturbation sessions. He needed to have you, and he decided he'd take you by any means necessary. You're too cute to not make an advance on.

If you're not going to be willing, that's okay. He has a plan B. Plan B being, he’ll simply just kidnap you.

Your grades for [Subject] have gotten worse and worse each day and you have no idea why. You thought you were pretty good at it, but you've failed everything you've been assigned. You’ll have to retake the course next semester if you fail, which can't happen. So you went to your professor for help. Your only option for extra credit is to satisfy him sexually. You were desperate so of course you agreed.

He looks down at you with half lidded eyes, moaning as you suck on his t-dick and finger his cunt. “Doing so well..” He whispers. You keep on going, pleasing your professor with your mouth and hands knowing you have no other choice. “‘M gonna come, puppy-” He warns, hips jerking upwards as he reaches his peak. You help him ride it out before pulling away. “Did I tell you to stop?” He frowns. You immediately go back in between his legs and lap at his entrance, swallowing his cum and slick. “Good boy.” He wraps his legs around you and rolls his hips, basically fucking your face with his pussy. He rolls his head back and grins, hand placed on the back of your head to keep you in place. It's gonna be a while until he's satisfied, you’ll be lucky if he lets you breathe.

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[jellyfishrnice]

toxic (ex) boyfriend idea

"Baby, please let me back in." You heard that all too familiar voice from the other side of your bolted shut apartment door

"Leave me alone. " You let your body slide down the door to hopefully add some extra weight of he did try to break down your door again.

"God, please baby, you know I love you! I didn't mean it I promise," his voice cracking at the last syllable.

You stayed silent.

How could you get him to leave you alone. You know damn well that if you let him in, you'd be in his arms the next morning naked and willing to listen to all his pretty lies.

"I'm going to call the cops Liam."

"You and I both know they'll do nothing to stop me." He almost whispered. But you could still hear the slimy voice full of (you hope) fake regret. Unfortunately, the small town you lived in never did anything to stop Liam's "shenanigans" as they would stupidly put it. Not in highschool when he stole from local shops, and especially not when he was trying to get back "the love of his life."

'Useless bastards,' you thought.

"I don't care, you're still trespassing and they have to remove you." You tried to make your voice as strong as possible but it only came out as tired and mildly annoyed. He always took that as your tone anyway.

You heard him stand up in his drunken state and lean his weight against your door. 'Please don't break it down again, please don't break it down again-'

You're thoughts were interrupted by his strained voice.

"Y/n, you know I love you. So please, can you just let me back in so we can kiss, make up, and get over it by tomorrow morning."

That was usually how it went. In that exact order. But this time, your promised yourself it would be different. It had to be if you wanted to leave this place and never come back.

Grabbing your phone from your pocket, you put in the all too familiar number for the police.

"Leave now."

All you heard on the other side of the door was a scoff and a quiet mumble of how you would come crawling back.

You would prove him wrong. Hopefully.

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[hana-no-seiiki]

YAN!HOUSEHUSBAND’S SEARCH HISTORY ( 01 )

aka me w/ @suiana

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[r0-boat]

Take it

Oc: yan! Dragon prince Silas x gn!reader.

Summary: he loses it in a jealous rage. A hand around your throat he reminds you of who you belong to.

Cw: noncon/dubcon, yandere, mentions of free use, choking, degrading, lots of name-calling, mating press, mentions of pet play, rough sex.

Minors dont interact with 18+ content.

Those violet eyes glow with a dangerous light as he looks down on you. The prince carelessly sheds his armor, laying it dropped on the floor. "Strip," He commands coldly, his chest rising and falling as he looks at you as if he is ready to devour you at any moment. You only hesitate for a second before he loses his patience.

"I said Strip, Slut, or do you wish those clothes would be ripped off your body? I assure you, If I get my hands on them, you won't be wearing clothes for the next week." He growled. You could already see his hands and arms darkening as black scales began to replace his skin, his nails sharpening into claws.

Your heart quickens, and your chest and your hands shake as you begin to disrobe in front of him. His gaze softens for only a moment, no matter how much he's seen you naked, he'll never get over the sight of your gorgeous body. He would love to kiss and caress every each of your skin and worship you like he always does, but today you don't get that privilege.

" So perfect and It's all for me, right?"

You immediately respond, getting goosebumps when his claws graze over your thighs. " Yes all for you."

That soft look in his eyes disappears, replaced with anger. Gritting his teeth, he pounces on you. A clawed hand goes around your throat, slamming you down into the bed, his leg pressed right up against your crotch as he snarls, "Lies!"

You struggle to breathe as he squeezes down on your neck, not enough to hurt you but pretty damn close. Your nails clawing against his arm did nothing against those obsidian scales.

"If you're truly mine, then you won't look at another man. If you are truly mine, I won't catch you talking to other royalty when I grant you the privilege to attend parties as my partner."

A twisted smirk grows on his face. Giving you a full view of his fangs.

"Do I have to leash and collar you? Treat you as nothing more than a pet; your only job is to warm my bed and cock. I want to love you, I want to cherish you, I want to worship you, but I'm not opposed to treating you like a common whore."

When he finally lets go of your neck, you start coughing immediately, taking in as much air as you can. Silas presses his hand against your crotch you instinctively grind against his palm.

Even now he still craves gentle your touch. His cock is swollen and dripping, throbbing with need swelling larger with each twitch as he continues to change to a more hybrid shape. You could see the horns beginning to sprout from his head. Do you know what you do to him? Only you make him lose control like this.

"I'm going..." his breath shakes as he continues his growls becoming more inhuman.

" I'm going to mate with you. And you are going to take it. I'll make you understand that you are mine."

You were but a rag doll in his hands as he moved you to suit his putting a leg over his shoulder, his cock grinds against your entrance. Fighting back would only worsen your fate. With his brute strength alone, Silas could easily break your bones with one hand. When he grabbed your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head, you were entirely at his mercy. Stroking his drooling cock. He positions it just right above your entrance, the tip just barely kissing your tight hole.

This time he was gentle, slowly pushing it inside you feeling every ridge against your walls. In this form, he was so much bigger but had trained you to take every inch. However, it was still a tight squeeze. He usually gave you a moment to get used to his size. But unfortunately, you won't get that luxury; as soon as he's deep inside you, he immediately begins to move. With nothing to grab onto, you squirmed and writhed underneath him, his hips slamming into yours.

With his only hand free, he plays with your chest pinching, twisting, and pressing your nipple before doing the same to your other. Making you mewl as he hits that sweet spot inside, driving you over that edge and coming on his cock. Silas couldn't hold back his moans of pleasure, feeling your gummy walls milk his cock. His eyebrows, his mouth open, almost drooling. His eyes drink every delicious reaction you make. He wants more, to give you more pleasure, make you take more of him. He lifts your other leg putting it over his shoulder. He leans forward, practically folding you, drilling his cock deep inside you. Forcing your tight hole to take more of him.

"H-haha! I-I am the only one who can make you feel like this! If you can't remember my love, then remember how good I make you feel, how hard you cum around me. How drooly and stupid you get when I'm balls deep inside you." Silas babbled, finally leaving your nipples alone to brush your hair between his fingers, your drool smearing against his palm when you rested your head against his hand. Your legs shake as he brutally pounds you through your orgasm.

He could feel himself getting close. He chases his orgasm, his thrusts becoming wild and erratic before slamming one final time cumming deep inside of you.

Despite wanting to keep going, to use you till you can't move. He still had too much to do, but that didn't mean he couldn't punish you.

Finally, letting go of your wrists and taking his cock out of you. Seeing his cum running out of your used hole, Silas gets off of your shuddering body typically; the prince with scoops you up into his arms, giving you soft kisses while he draws you a bath or stays in your arms to cuddle with you. Still, this time you were just met with his cold gaze as he begins Gathering his clothes. While you lay there idly in the now ruined silk sheets.

"As punishment, I'm stripping you of your freedoms. You are prohibited from leaving this room unless I tell you so; at 1:00, I'll be in my study. When I walk in that room, I expect you to be there on your knees and your mouth open."

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[lyomeii]

imagine your fav! pt ii

“I love you.”

“…oh.”

this wasn’t going the way he wanted, after all, despite the little hope he had that you would accept his feelings and embrace him…he knew the high chances of you rejecting him. but he had to tried it, right?

the two of you stayed in completely silence for a while, only hearing the others at the party at the backyard while both of you are standing in the front of the house. the lack of words is killing you, making you sweating and think of numerous possibilities to go back to the party to pretend this never happened.

“I don’t think I’m capable of dating anyone right now….” you fail to avoid eye contact with him, you are standing too closer of him and he even holding hands with you. “I never had interest on someone and I don’t think I will for a while, if you get me.”

ouch. this probably will hurt him for the rest of the party, but still, why is he smiling like that? like you didn’t reject his feelings for you a few seconds ago? oh. that idiot is going to have feelings for you for a while more. that’s typical of him and always will.

“it’s okay.” he smiles as he pulls you closer to hug you. “I’m just happy that you told me the true, [name].” his touch continues to make you feel anxious despite the many times he hugged or touch your skin. “let’s go back to the party before notice our absence, okay?”

he took you back to the party, his hand still holdings yours in the way and caress it many times, after all, he knows that he won’t be able to feel your soft skin against him anymore. suddenly, he stops in front of the entrance and turn around to face you with a gentle smile, the very same one he always gives you.

“I want be closer with you, [name].” he blushes. “I know that you see yourself as someone unworthy of love from others and unattractive, but you are wrong. You deserve the very best treatment and you got the cutest smile I’ve seen before.”

it’s a little too dark, but he probably notices how awkward you are with his words, however, he keeps going with his spreech.

“that’s why I ask you to stick around, we aren’t lover or anything, but you are very important to me, understand?”

you nodded, quite impressed with what he just said, no one ever spoken to you like this before, but at the same time, you promised yourself to never speak with him again once high school ends.

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[yandere-kittee]

Yandere! Duchess x Fem! Reader.

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Note: Aside from Emilia, I want to make more Yandere's with strictly female darlings only, (Don't worry I'm also working on males too).

❦Contains: Yandere behavior.

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Yandere! Duchess who lives in the cold north and manages the border for monsters not to trespass into her territory.

Yandere! Duchess whose a pure noble from birth, raised with a diamond spoon in her mouth because her family has a large history with the empire as the sole protector of the empire.

Ever since she can remember, people from different families want to be apart of her family so they try to have their sons ask for her hand in marriage, but she is firm of not marrying any man in her life. Ever.

She met you during a ball hosted by the Imperial family, she was out in the terrace to try and catch some fresh air but those pesky men that follow her around like lost dogs.

He was another one trying to pursue her and take her authority as her husband, she clearly didn't want to have a husband, she worked very hard for her Duchess title, she had to manage the duchy on her own without help when her Father died. (Her Mother dead long before her Father's death.)

The Dukedom's Vassal's we're supportive, thankfully, and helped her with anything she needed.

So for this man to try and ask for her hand, wanting to take the position as Duke because he married into her family? The fucking audacity these people had to have.

Though his persuading was stopped when someone kicked him down, when she laid her eyes on you, it felt like her breath was caught in hert throat.

There you were, staring angrily at the man who laid on the floor.

"Are you alright, Duchess? "

"Of course I will marry you. "

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Hehe! I literally hot bored and pulled out a list of my characters on how I will be posting, so... Yandere! Duchess! We get enough of cold Duke's whatt about the women?? So I took matters into my own hands.

Part 2 coming soon!

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[moonit3]

THE BEST ROOMMATE

➥ warnings/notices: yandere, nsfw, sex ;), amab genitalia (yandere), dom and soft! yandere, reader doesn’t have a gender but is the submissive one (you know, the one taking it), oversimulation, reader is horny and shameless (also a perv), virgin yandere, pillow humping, soft at first but then hard, very implied pregnancy reference.

➥ yandere! male roommate x gn! reader

➥ synopsis: he loses his virginity to you, his roommate who he had been crush on.

➥ a/n: a work that took me a little extra time to finish ^o^, but here it is and this time with dominic, a lovely boy who is willingly to help you satisfy yourself over and over.

➥ dominic never thought to ended in this situation. not in a millions years, he expected to lose his virginity to his hot roommate that everyone wants to be with. in fact, he hasn’t accepted that he is no longer a virgin despite seeing how dirty and wet the bed has become due to his and yours fluids… yet the memories still so fresh in his mind.

➥ it’s happened just a few hours ago, he came home early after work (his boss let him have a week free after being announced as the employee of the month). at first, everything was quiet and he couldn’t find you anywhere, so he initially thought that you have gone out. however, he heard smalls sounds coming out of your bedroom and his curiosity got the bed of him, then he got a small glimpse of what you are doing by yourself there and well, you got him fully blushed.

➥ with a pillow between your legs, you are humping it. whimpers and moans escape your lips as the pillow case barely manages to contain the immense amount of fluids around your thighs. and to make things even interesting, you are moaning his name between sobs, like you are desperate for his touch.

➥ his first touch was to step away, like a normal person would do, but his hand was faster and open your bedroom’s door, revealing that dominic was watching you pleasing yourself for a while. he expected you to yell, be embarrassed or even cry of shame, but no, you simply smiled at him and asked if he wanted to join. what?!

➥ he wanted to leave, but the tent growing up in his pant is getting large and so, he step closer to and got between your thighs, putting both your legs above his shoulders. shyly, the brunet teased your entrance with one finger and your body shaken a little, letting even more cum over the bed as begs escape your lips, just put it in! I want to feel you, dom!

➥ but he didn’t, instead, he put another finger inside your entrance and began teasing the insides of your warm hole. not really having a clue what to do, he uses his fingertips to touch your walls and to feel the wetness that is growing inside you, is he making you feel that good? his suspicions are correct as you barely can speak, only moans are coming out of your mouth as you guide one of his hand to your chest, letting him pinch one of your nipples.

➥ this continues for a while until he couldn’t hold more and took his pants off, revealing his member hard and already leaking so much! the sizes scares you initially. how is that supposed to be inside you? it’s not going to fit, but you aren’t someone to give up easily, so you ask dominic to go slow in the beginning in order to accommodate his cock and to let him feel.

➥ with moans, a little of awkwardness and both hands strongly holding your hips (it will leave bruises!), he gets inside you. feeling every inch of your walls with his cock is so magical, it’s better than his friends told him or what porn made him believe, he is so lucky to have a good roommate like you! and as promised, he starts slowly and delicate, enjoying how your body shakes and trembles to make up for his size and how you can only speak his name like a broken record.

➥ for minutes, he went slowly to make sure you would ready to the next part and when you said that you were more than ready to him go faster, dominic didn’t hold back. the fast and harsh thrusts make your body react in a way you never thought it would be possible, more and more fluid coming out of you and you can’t even moan with his lips on yours. where did he get so much energy? you don’t know, but don’t question him as he just keep going.

➥ and after minutes of it, dominic warns you that he is getting closer, asking if he could come inside you just this time, just to experience how it’s feel. you never let any of your previous partners coming inside you, too scared to lead it to an unexpected surprise, but his pleading change your mind. with your consent, he comes inside you and fill your inside with his white liquid, and of course, some of his cum mixed with yours from previous orgasms.

➥ you are a completely mess now. marks, handprints, cum and swear all over the two of you, he was quite excited, wasn’t he? the cutest smile is on his face now with tears dropping from his eyes, saying that he so happy to have lost his virginity to someone like you, someone important and that he wants to be with for the rest of his life, so he asks you to be his partner. what an adorable guy! and since he made you feel so good, you accepted it.

➥ “I promise to make you the happiest person in the world, [name]!”

➥ what a sweet guy! now your exhaustion has catch up, making you fall asleep in his arms. don’t worry, dominic will take care of you, but he just need to cuddle with you for a moment.

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[fancyfeathers]

Society of Protection (Yandere Bungo Bungou Stray Dogs x reader x original characters) (normalized yandere au)

Chapter Twenty Two, The Genius That Leads

(A/N- I read Romeo and Juliet before writing this and now I love the idea of William being called the prince of cats like Tybalt because of their similarities and that being the story much of his character is based on)

Prologue and oc intro

Chapter one

Chapter two

Chapter three

Chapter four

Chapter five

Chapter six

Chapter seven, part one

Chapter seven, part two

Chapter eight

Chapter nine

Chapter ten

Chapter eleven

Chapter twelve

Chapter thirteen

Chapter fourteen

Chapter fifteen

Chapter sixteen

Chapter seventeen

Chapter eighteen

Chapter nineteen

Chapter twenty

Chapter twenty, part two

Chapter twenty one

“Deal.” The moment you said that a smile came across his face. You glanced back at the book you were asked to retrieve, before he could say something you grabbed it from the table. You looked back over at him, keeping the book curled up in your arm. “Not a word.”

“Only if you keep your end of the deal, doll,” Ayatsuji replied as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “You’ll have a hard time hiding that book at the party, what do you plan on doing?”

“I will be leaving early, I have my own matters to tend to.” You took out your phone, ready to call your driver to pick you up. “The Society is not the only affair that keeps me busy. There is something I need to get to the bottom of, a mystery if you will.”

“How interesting, but you are not a detective, are you?” He hums, tapping his gloved finger against his cheek. His eyes are fixed on you, scanning over your form, trying to find any sign of what you are thinking.

“Perhaps, it is a family profession after all.” You picked up the skirt of your dress and began making your way towards the door. You spared him a glance as you pushed open the door to the hallway. “Now I suppose I’ll see you soon enough and hopefully we will be on the same side of the playing field. Goodbye, have a lovely evening, detective.”

“We will see…”

You stepped out into the long hallway, slowly making your way to the garage where your driver would be picking you up. You looked down at your phone, dialing up your driver’s number. The ringing mixed with the echoing of your heeled shoes as they clicked against the floor. You were a far enough distance away from the auction hall that you knew Ayatsuji was not following you, but something still felt off. You felt yourself grow more tense as you walked along the hall, as if someone was watching you. The mixture of clicking and ringing did not help calm your nerves, only blocking out another one of your senses…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring…

Click…

Ring-

You heard the line get cut at the sound of your phone getting a call. You pulled your phone away to see who was calling you, you looked down to see the contact name as none other than William Shakespeare. You hit the bright green button on the screen without hesitation, answering the call as you held it up to your ear.

“William, I have the book-“

“(Name), I need you to come to room two-three-six, the plan has changed.” You heard William’s voice speak to you, but he was not worried, not bothered, if anything he was… happy? “Things may be turning in our favor after all.”

Did he find Miss Jane already? Thoughts ran through your mind as you made your way down through the floors of the hotel. The clicking of your heels rang through the halls, everything was silent except the clicking of those heels. Soon enough you came to the door, knocking once and the door was answered not even a moment later. It was answered not a moment later by a familiar face, just not one you were expecting.

“Joan?”

Before you stood the maid who was one of the first people you met at the Society’s headquarters, only she was dressed in an outfit suited for business, a black suit and a blue plaid tie. Her long blond hair was down, not up in her usual bun that also let her blue eyes be on display. She smiled back at you, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she stepped aside to allow you to come in. “It seems we have quite a bit to explain to you.”

“What do you mean- Oh!” You cut yourself off as you entered the room, turning your head to see sitting at the table of the luxury room the familiar face of William who summoned you along with-

“I apologize for setting you up, (Name).” Those words escaped those lips, soft and gentle as always. You saw sitting at the table with William, the form of Miss Jane. She was not dressed how you expected, she herself wore a black vest over a white button up, a long blue skirt, it was simple but elegant. She rested her head against her hand, a smile coming across her face. “The truth is, I never turned myself into Fitzgerald, I would never dream of it.”

You heard the sound of the person you once thought to be a maid closing the door behind you as she approached the table. William looked over at you with a smile, before a laugh escaped from his lips. “Honestly it surprised me as well, but Jane, Wells, and Leroux fooled us all.”

“Wells?” You turned to look at the woman who opened the door for you, was that Joan’s real name? Who was she really?

“Ah yes, let me properly introduce you,” Jane said, reaching out a hand over to the woman standing beside you. “This is an old friend of mine from my work in England when I was looking for capable individuals to join the Society. May I introduce to you H.G. Wells, she has been the one keeping our Society safe from the shadows this whole time along with the one who has been brewing up those  updates  on where I was for Emma and the others that led to this elaborate planning for this ball that fit into the plan I devised with Wells and Leroux.”

“But Gaston is missing, I found his blood in the room along with-“

“Not missing, he is exactly where he needs to be in this plan.” Wells cut in, coming to sit down on the couch not too far from the table, swinging her arms over the back of the couch and crossing her legs. “Leroux was kidnapped by a well-known European criminal known as Nikolai Gogol. Due to Gaston’s time working with the European Union when tracking down Fyodor Dostoevsky, he found evidence that the two had connections to one another.”

“So this all has to do with Fyodor, doesn’t it?” You asked, glancing around the room at everyone.

“Exactly, Gaston had informed me of what happened when he was asked by the Port Mafia to look into the disappearance of one of their executives who had Fyodor in their custody. We immediately knew Fyodor was planning something.” Jane nodded to your question and answered as it all was obvious. “We knew that the Port Mafia would be wanting any information they could in Fyodor after so even before all this we had all of Gaston’s observations from his work in European Union on Fyodor printed into a book and set up to be sold at an auction, that’s the same book you are holding now. We planned on dangling a carrot for the Port Mafia to desire and for Fyodor to destroy.”

You glanced down at the book you held, this was all a ploy. 

“I apologize for you having to be a pawn in all of this, but you played your role wonderfully.” Jane complemented with a smile, a giggle escaping her voice. “Now Gaston has Fyodor under constant surveillance and that  rat  has no idea, he will practically reveal everything to us and that bastard has no eyes on us because he is so focused on the Armed Detective Agency and the Port Mafia.”

“I see, I have just a few questions…” You found yourself sitting down at the table along with the others, you felt yourself crew at your lower lip in thought. “How did you fake yourself leaving at the mansion all those months ago and how did you know that Nikolai would be here?”

“Ah, well the first answer is with Ms. Wells and her ability. She was disgusted as the driver who brought the two of us there. That envelope I gave her with the instruction to  open when the time was right  was all she needed to know what to do.” You glanced over at the woman on the couch, she was disgusted as a maid for all these months, what was stopping her from being disguised as a driver? “You see Wells’ ability is called Time Machine and allows her to manipulate time itself. So inside the envelope told her the exact time to activate her ability, when you got inside the car. She activated her ability on me, giving me 3300 seconds to go back in time myself and slip away from Fitzgerald, who was also used as a pawn in all of this. After that I returned to Europe for a few months, working with some old friends of mine in the Order of the Clocktower, but I am afraid that is trivial at the current moment.”

“I did not expect for you to be this much of a mastermind, Miss Jane.” You heard William chuckle as he crossed his legs with a closed-eyed smile. “But I suppose I should have expected that from the leader of the Society of Protection.”

“Well, I do pride myself on my understanding of the human mind, so manipulating it with both my plans and my ability is all too easy, no offense my dear (Name).” Jane apologized with a smile which you nodded to.

“None was taken, Miss Jane. After all, I have quite a lot to still learn.” You giggled along with her smile, which was true you did have so much to learn compared to the actual geniuses that hid within the Society. “But what of my second question?”

“Ah, about Nikolai, well that is thanks to your visit to Mr. Tonan with Leroux and Dr. Stevenson such a long time ago. Do you remember his assistant and the strange behavior he had?” You nodded at Jane’s question which caused her to hum. “I did not believe him at first, just a strange assistant and nothing more, at least that is what I thought at first. As you know Gaston is a composer at the Paris Opera House, a theater, he has experience with actors and the art of such so it is easy for him to tell when one is acting. He told me that he forced the attitude of a sane man to have a perfect accent, but not to one who works with actors from that part of the world every day, so detecting a fake accent was child’s play for him.”

“So Mr. Tonan’s assistant is Nikolai in disguise?” You asked, most. to yourself as you pondered the question and then it clicked. “Wait, Mr. Tonan and his assistant were invited to the ball, so Nikolai was among the guests.”

“Just as planned, they fell into our trap like rats.” Wells smiles as she speaks, running her hand through her hair. “And now we will trap them all like rats, all of them running in a maze they don’t even know.”

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[kieranxvalentine]

Source of Happiness. {Yandere!Idol Oc}

༻♡༺✎ You were his source of Happiness, and you were coming home with him. ༻♡༺✎ Yandere! Idol x Reader ༻♡༺✎ 17+ (Mentions of drugging, delusional thoughts, stalking and other behavior) ༻♡༺✎ 0.7k words ༻♡༺✎ Authors Note: Welcome to my next OC! I hope you enjoy this, and poll will be at the bottom for which one you guys would like next! (This is not proof read!)

“KAHN” “KAHN” “KAHN!”

He listened to the crowd yell his name, the loud roar of the screams of his fans never ceased to amaze him.

But none of them mattered.

He only had his eyes on one person, he scanned for his love in the seas of thousands of people before finally landing on them.

Their (h/c) hair done in their favorite style, their e/c eyes looking up to the stage with such excitement, their light stick waving in the air as they recorded with the other.

Oh how he adored you.

Kahn, or Kanato Watanabe, was a popular idol, having been in the idol industry for nearly 6 years now, and before he never felt such joy when he performed.

Kanato was a handsome 5'10 male with natural brown hair and alluring hazel eyes. He had a wonderful voice, he was jokingly called the siren in his group due to his way to swoon people easily with his voice.

Don’t get him wrong, he loved his fans, but when it came to you. Oh his heart just did somersaults, he would start to blush, stutter over the words of the songs he knew so well each time he made eye contact with you.

You made staying in this hellish industry worth it.

He remembers when you became a fan, it was roughly 4 years ago. He met you during a fansign.

Kanato locked eyes with you and felt like it was love at first sight. He remembers stuttering and nearly messing up his signature which his group members relentlessly teased him for.

You were just so perfect, he listened as you rambled off how important he was to you, about how his music saved you when you were in a dark place and that sold him right there.

Various songs of his group STXRLXGHT were based off you and his emotions for you, and his manager and company surely wasn’t complaining. Everytime he wrote a song that was about you, it would do big numbers, charting on the billboard and getting them recognized by big brands who would sponsor STXRLXGHT.

Kanato wasn’t worried about all of that, he wanted you. 

He wanted you to know that majority of songs that many other girls thought were about them were solely about you. You were the one who made his heart beat, made his head spin, and made him feel powerless whenever he was in your presence. 

When he figured out your name, he would stalk your social media under a burner account. 

Oh you said you’d like to see him with a certain hair color? He would change it just so he could see you freak out about it. 

You posted an outfit you’d like to see him in? He would buy it and post it to the group instagram, loving the way you would keyboard smash about it.

It would eventually get too much and he would decide that he had to have you.

Messaging you from the burner account he was using, he would message you. He knew you’d be suspicious, after all, many scammers scammed fans by pretending to be their faves all the time.

So when you questioned him, he would respond with.

“Let’s facetime.”

And when you did, he loved seeing the surprise on your face, he enjoyed seeing you freak out and pinch yourself believing it wasn’t real.

He would sing with you, sharing ideas and spoiling you with information that no one was supposed to know yet. It’s not like anyone would believe you anyways…

He would arrange a meeting finally. Roping in one of his managers by threatening his family.

“You are to help me get my beloved or say goodbye to your pitiful excuse of a family.”

Kanato had the power to, he was the leader and main singer of the main money maker of the company, of course they weren’t going to tell him no, nor were his group mates going to question him either, they were just like him.

He would ask to take you out to dinner, he would be in disguise of course as to not draw attention from any wandering or lurking eyes. He would spoil you, treat you like a princess, getting anything you want, he had the money to anyways.

Kanato would offer to have his manager drive you back home after you began to get tired, (he slipped a drug into your food when you got up to use the bathroom).

As you were driver home he would keep an eye on you, watching as you slowly slipped into unconsciousness, he would smile and hold you in his arms as he ordered his manager to drive back to the hotel they were staying at.

You were coming back to Japan with him whether you liked it or not. Its not like you could tell him no either. He had already prepared a nice home in the countryside where the two of you could live together. Oh! How happy it made him!

He could see you welcoming him home after a long day of practice, welcoming him with a kiss and hug.

Oh how he could not wait! Everything had fallen into place just as he had wanted them to~!

So just be a good little beloved and come home to your husband..

Isn’t that what you called him online anyways?

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[shogvnate]

DEVOTION. yan! f! knight x f! royal.

how it all began, drabbles.

contains; gwyneth castell (oc)

warnings; delusional narrator, possessive behavior, overprotectiveness, yandere, blood, kidnapping, implied stockholm syndrome.

"i swear my utmost devotion to you, your highness."

on that fateful day, gwyneth swore she'd be your sword and shield. your faithful knight in shining armor and also a friend if you ever so need one. but what you didn't know, was that she had meant every. single. word.

it all began with something small, like her pulling you close whenever the two of you passed by the maids. but that was quite normal, wasn't it? she's your knight! of course she'd be protective! what if those commoners were ogling your beauty? oh no, no, she can't have that happening.

the thought alone is enough to make her nauseous.

she didn't exactly know how it all began, and why she harbored such crude overprotectiveness over you either. all she knew was that she couldn't let you go. no, never.

she's an avid listener, she remembers your favorite food, your favorite seasoning, your favorite books, hell, even down to your favorite type of ink to write. she never defied your orders, she always executed them perfectly. she doesn't tolerate imperfections and frankly enough, you were flawless.

her flawless princess. and only hers.

isn't that obvious enough? so why, why haven't you realized her devotion towards you yet?

the way you smile warmly and wave towards your people reminded her of looking at a doll through a glass. your smile never reached your eyes and she knew it's because you're looking at the same people who could steal you away from her. that idea bothered her, so much so that she almost went mad at the prospect of you being swept off your feet by another.

and so she did what she must.

her eyes gazed upon your sleeping face softly, caressing your cheek with her tainted gloved hand. the action caused blood to be smeared onto your cheeks and the corner of her eyes crinkled as she smiled in delight. what she did will all be worth it in the end, you'd be so thankful of her when you woke up.

oh, oh, you were so perfect like this. chained and far from the people who could take you away from her watchful eyes. this way you can only see her, this way she would be the only one in your heart.

this way, you'd also be devoted to her.

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[valentine-cafe]

I'd like an order of milk tarts please.

bothering Alessio while he's trying to practice / learn spells, having him grow increasingly frustrated to the point he snaps and uses his magic on *you* instead. making you helplessly watch how you take his dick in front of that floor length mirror you don't quite remember being there...

(you were looking for smut requests? 🥺 my horny ass has plenty <3)

⊹ ۪ ࣪ ᥫ᭡ earth 9948e alessio agresta arias

. ˚◞ ꒰ 🍡 sorcerer x reader, witch x reader, cw: smut, degradation, mirror sex ꒱

magic would bind your wrists and ensure that your legs remain spread open for him. if not that, then definitely his harsh grip on your thigh. wrenching you spread for him as he fucks you open. eyes flickering between your twisted face and his cock slipping inside of you with every quick thrust.

oh there’s no limit to how rough he can get. he might look frail and tired but alessio has stamina, especially when he needs to tame his little brat.

with a glowing green hand wrapped around the base of your throat, he’d force you to watch. abruptly slamming into your sweetspot and halting right there should you dare close your eyes.

“don’t you fucking dare,” he’d kiss into your ear, hand slipping up to instead grip at your jaw and push two fingers against your tongue.

“you’re gonna watch as you cum for me. gonna watch as I teach you some fuckin’ manners. capito?”

and then his pounds would shake your body once more, until you’re keening and squirting.

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[dw-writes]

Out of the Woods - Fae King x Reader

summary: when confronted with a possibility you despise, you run to the woods for comfort and straight into the arms of someone you never expected.

:3

Hi. Its been a while. here, have some SMUT but specifically MONSTER SMUT because i don’t have anything else to post and i wanna post something that i think is good. let me know what you think

ps: this is related to another smut piece i wrote titled The Woods are Dark so if you wanna hunt around for that also, you can. I’ll try to link it here eventually. It was an earlier piece so im not sure if the smut compares but, you’ve been warned.

trigger warnings: SMUT, double penetration, vaginal/anal/unprotected sex, monstrous partner

You always watched when your sister left for the woods. You knew she wouldn’t be alone – you had threatened Raoul with an axe in the head if he made her walk through the woods by herself – but it still frightened you. There was something off about those woods. Something odd. Sinister, maybe. You couldn’t put your finger on it.

You crossed your arms, standing at the end of the path between the corn, until your sister’s deep brown hair blended in with the shadows of the forest. Your father called your name behind you and you turned. He limped down the stairs, using an old, thick stick to help him walk. His pale skin was stark against the gnarled brown wood and you frowned.

“Mother said you hurt yourself fixing the plow,” you stated. Your father grimaced as he touched the ground and groaned while he sat on the stairs. You paced over to him. “Perhaps you should stay inside.”

“The last time I checked, you were my daughter. Not my mother,” he jested. He grinned and patted the space next to him. “Come. Sit down. Let us talk.” He brushed his hand over your hair as you sat. You stretched your legs out and stared at your boots. The leather was cracking where your toes were. “You know now that you are of age,” he started slowly.

You groaned and shot to your feet. Your boots rolled just a bit and you stumbled. “I am not marrying,” you protested. He started to argue. “No, these people – they’re barbaric! They treat you and mother both with such disdain – and you expect me to marry one of them?!” Your words stumbled over each other as your anger grew and boiled over. Your father gripped his stick with both hands and watched as you ranted. “I refuse to!” your voice cracked as it shot up an octave. He opened his mouth again. You crossed your arms. “No.”

That was it.

He shut his mouth and sighed. “You cannot be a spinster,” he said softly. He tilted his head to the side and down, then looked at you through the mess of dark red hair that hung from his scalp. “You know someone must stay in this house.”

“No one must stay in this house,” you spat, “If the village wants to keep someone between them and the forest, they can fill the house themselves.” The anger in your voice struck your father. He looked down. You released a scoffing sigh. “I just….” Kneeling in the dirt, you placed your hands on the shoes of your father and stared up at him. This close, you could see the color of his brown eyes growing cloudy with age. “They are just woods,” you whispered. You shook your head. “This is a punishment neither you nor mother should have had to endure.”

He was silent as he watched you. Leaning in, he pressed the softest of kisses to your forehead and sighed. “You must hunt before it gets too dark,” he murmured. He said nothing of the house or of the woods. Just a soft, “Stay in sight,” as he stood and limped back into the house.

You stayed kneeling on the ground. The door creaked as it was shut behind him.

You wanted to scream.

Rising to your feet, you stalked between the garden of herbs and flowers, and the tall stalks of corn, and made your way to the ramshackle barn nearby. It was larger than the house by at least half and the wood of the barn had lightened considerably with age and sunlight. You struggled against the sliding door – the metal inside must finally be rusted – until you pushed it completely open. The dark smelled like dirt and tasted like metal. You walked only a few steps inside to your hunting weapons – your musket and your axe – and donned them both. You thought of your father’s words again, all of them.

You had to marry? Had to? Would he force you?!

You walked from the barn and headed into the woods, far from where you had watched your sister enter them, and far out of sight of the house. You would hate to mistake Raoul for prey, especially while in such a foul mood. You followed another path, this one with bent grass and small prints that indicated rabbit, until the house disappeared behind you and the sun filtered green through the trees. You kept your eyes on the trail as they filled with angry tears.

“If people fear these woods so much, they can guard the town themselves,” you spat at no one. You gripped the strap that held your musket to your back until your knuckles paled. “It’s not a job for outcasts,” you growled. You thought of your sister and mother, how their dark brown skin was a stark contrast to your father’s. How you all were always the subjects of narrowed eyes and cruel whispers.

You whirled on your heel and stumbled, screaming into the trees, “We’re not outcasts! There’s nothing wrong with us!” Your voice fell flat.

“No one here has said such,” came a voice behind you.

You spun around, gasping, struggling as your boot twisted in the dirt. You tumbled, fingers digging into the ground as you scrambled backwards. Your back hit something solid.

“Careful,” said the voice again, right above you, “You’ll hurt yourself.” The voice was deep – deeper than Raoul’s, deeper than any voice you had heard before. It sent a shiver down your spine. Hands slid over your shoulders and down your arms, helping you off the ground. Another two hands brushed over your hips, steadying you. You held your breath. “Are you alright?” the voice asked, “You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No,” you breathed, “You startled me.”

The musket was carefully pulled over your head, until the long strap dangled far above you. You carefully looked up, then watched as it was placed gingerly on the ground. Your ax followed it. Long fingers brushed your hair back from your face as whoever stood behind you leaned down. “Apologies. I never meant to scare you.” Warmth breath smelling of cloves and tobacco rolled over your cheek. You closed your eyes, relaxing as the fingers slowly pressed into your skin. They pulled the collar of your loose blouse down over your shoulders. “You’re much more beautiful up close,” the voice whispered.

“You’ve seen me?” you asked.

The hands – all four of them – turned you around to finally face whoever they belonged to. He towered over you far more than any normal man would. At least, you thought him to be a man – his lack of trousers revealed two erect cocks between his legs, each a different size and girth. You dragged your eyes away from them to his face. Long golden hair was twisted out of his face, with braids tucked carefully behind four long and pointed ears. His eyes were large and round and glowed in the evening sun, set into a face as brown as the trees surrounding you. A blouse of silver hung off his shoulders, half open as though he’d been interrupted in removing it.

“Hard not to when you watch the woods so intently,” he answered. He asked after your name, not to claim it, but to make sure he knew it correctly, then gave you his, “Zephyr.” He smirked, showing sharp fangs that he licked with a thick, pointed tongue. “King Zephyr,” he corrected himself.

His hands moved as he spoke, stroking your hair, loosening your blouse until it fell down your arms and exposed your breasts to the cooling air, kneading your hips through your skirts, and tugging them up your legs.

“King of what?” you whispered.

A finger brushed over your mouth while a hand squeezed a breast tight in his palm. Your tongue traced what pushed against your lips as you granted him access he hadn’t thought to ask for.

Zephyr groaned. The sound shot straight between your thighs. “Anything you ask for,” he answered. His hands gripped your hips and picked you up like you were nothing. “Everything you ask for.”

You held two arms as you swirled your tongue around the appendage in your mouth, digging your fingers into his skin as he carried you deeper into the woods. The hand left your breast and delved beneath your skirts to rid you of your bloomers. You gasped, then whined as the digit left your mouth, trailing saliva down your chin and around your neck. Your heart raced against his palm. Zephyr growled as he broke through the trees to a clearing. Your own hands left his arms and slid over his shoulders to take hold of the thick braids that tumbled down his back unseen. You tugged him to you once, only once, and he bowed his head to devour the whimpers leaving your mouth unheard as deft fingers toyed with your clit.

He knelt in the grass, pulling you over his wide lap until you felt his cocks slide against the slick that dribbled from your aching cunt. He grunted, adjusting your hips, then groaned as a hard cock slid between the cheeks of your ass. You gasped, and he didn’t miss a beat; his pointed tongue rolled into your mouth, which he coaxed open wider with his own to fit the girth of it between your lips. You whined.

Zephyr pulled back with a breathless gasp. His hips rutted against yours and his fingers rolled your clit between them while his hands quickly rid you of your clothes. Your trembling ones pushed off his light blouse.

“You’re so much more beautiful like this,” he murmured as he moved down, trailing his tongue over your skin. You swallowed, licking your lips, tasting the viscous liquid his mouth left behind and shivering. “So beautiful and wild and open,” he said around your nipple.

You mewled as his fingers delved into your soaked cunt, swearing as he spread it open for the thicker of his cocks. Your hands fluttered over his chest as you choked out a stuttering, “Wait!”

“Hm?” A hand squeezed your unattended breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers, while the one around your neck loosened its grip, and a third caressed your back and down the curve of your ass.

“Wait,” you gasped. You rolled your hips and felt both cocks slide over both your empty holes. “Can I take both of them?” you nervously asked, “Both of them, two different spots?”

Zephyr’s eyes lifted to yours. They glittered with mischief as his hands left your body. “Oh?” he asked, then chuckled, “I knew you were special. I could see it.” He lowered you to the ground, where the grass parted to fit you. He shifted down your body and licked his slick lips. “Both, then? One will need assistance, of course,” he murmured.

You nodded. “Please,” you begged.

Two hands pressed your thighs open, moving them until your hips tilted up. Another hand returned to your breasts, alternating between them as it squeezed and pinched your nipple while the last of them encircled your neck and squeezed. His tongue first lapped at your dripping pussy, and he groaned at the taste of you, then moved down to your untouched ass hole. His tongue circled the puckered hole, smearing not only the juices he’d collected from your cunt but the slick saliva that dripped from his drooling mouth.

You arched your back with a loud whine. You shivered and slid your hands down your body, squeezing the breast that Zephyr ignored while pressing your fingers against your throbbing clit. You slid them into his hair and bucked your hips into his face.

The king snarled against your skin. His tongue prodded your puckered hole carefully, and muttered as rumbling, “Relax.” His hands pulled your legs over his shoulders and left them, taking your hands and pulling them from your body. “Relax,” he repeated. He pulled his tongue back and slurped at your cunt, swallowing, then blazed a trail of teasing kisses up your body. He sat back enough for your heels to catch on his shoulders. He moved both of your hands into one palm and lifted his free fingers to his mouth.

You watched him, gulping, eyes wide, lips parting as he thrusted his fingers into his mouth and groaned. He pulled them free, a string of thick liquid sticking to his lip, and dropped them to your ass. He traced your puckered hole with one, and carefully pushed the other in, to the first knuckle, then the second, and the third. It was warm and thick and spread your hole wider than you’d ever felt before. He thrusted the finger slowly, and you whimpered a pathetic, “Zephyr!”

He squeezed your throat tighter, eyes darting from your face to the nipple he tugged unkindly at, to the fluttering of your cunt as it squeezed around nothing, and finally to his finger sliding in and out of your ass.

You squirmed, gasping, feeling light as the air was cut off from your lungs. You’d never felt anything like what he gave you, and you hoped that there would never be a night without it ever again.

His grip on your throat loosened enough to release the loud whine that had built up in your mouth. He carefully pulled his hand back from your hole and lined up the thinner of his cocks to it, pushing in slowly, carefully, cooing at you to relax whenever he met resistance. He groaned as you fluttered around every inch of him, squeezing him as he bottomed out even deeper than his long finger had reached.

Your eyes pricked with tears. You tugged at the hand that held your wrists together and squirmed beneath him, babbling, begging him to keep going, to fill you up.

“Anything you wish,” he groaned as he lined up his second, thick cock with your cunt. He tugged you up onto his lap and sheathed you over him in one quick move, your legs dropping from his shoulders to his elbows. He held your hands above your head. Your bent legs sank as he wrapped two arms around your waist, bouncing you slowly on both cocks, while his fourth hand rolled over your clit. He lowered his head to your neck and sucked on the exposed skin. “Anything you fuckin’ wish for, my love,” he rasped.

“Lemme stay here with you!” you wailed, “Lemme stay! I wanna stay with you!”

“Then stay you will,” he growled against your skin. He bounced you faster, mindful of his pace and the feel of each of your holes around his cocks, making sure that you were still able to take him as his thrusts grew erratic. His hand released your wrists to wrap around your back, his fingers digging into the plump flesh of your hips.

You looped your arms around his neck to stay upright, mewling and moaning into two of his four ears and chanting his name until your throat was sore. Your head swam, and your body ached as your walls clamped around his cocks again and again, chasing orgasm after orgasm until you thought your body would split apart.

Zephyr lowered you back into the grass, using two hands to press your legs up against your chest as his thrusts grew harder and deeper, his cocks swelling in size as he finally neared the apex of his high. His fingers rubbed fast circles against your clit until you were seeing stars.

The last of your orgasms snapped a coil tight in your belly. You threw your head back and shrieked into the night, tears welling in your eyes as everything spasmed and shook. Zephyr, in turn, buried his face between your breasts as he snarled loud. Hot, thick cum filled you, spurting in such large ropes that it seeped out around his cocks and down your thighs to the grass below. You wrapped shaky arms and trembling legs around his large form as he relaxed against you, his growl tampering off into a low, rumbling groan. All of his fingers smoothed over your sweat slick skin.

Somewhere beneath your heaving pants, you finally heard the cacophony of moans and grunts around you. You dropped your head against the ground and looked around, catching sight of other couples or groups, each deep in the throes of ecstasy as they fucked or sucked or licked anything they could get their groping hands on.

Your heart stuttered. Zephyr hummed, his hot mouth kissing the skin of your chest. “I apologize, my love,” he murmured, “This was the best place to go where no human eyes would feast on your body.” He brushed the hair from your face as you watched him, took in his features until they were imprinted in your mind. “Such a wild thing,” he whispered, “They don’t deserve you out there.”

“Where are we?” you finally asked. You dropped a shaking hand to his cheek and cupped his face, smoothing your thumb under his mouth.

“The woods,” he answered with a slow smile. He took your hand and placed a gentle kiss against your palm. “Though this is the Revelry, and the Revelry only takes place in my court.”

“Are the woods your court?” you whispered.

“Not all of them,” he replied, “Only the part where the door to my court is.” He leaned into your touch more. “We went through it. And we can go back through it.”

You cupped your hand around his other cheek and pulled his face to yours, pressing a gentle kiss against his wide mouth. He rolled his hips into yours as his tongue traced your bottom lip. You whined. “I meant it,” you breathed before he could steal your words, “I want to stay with you.”

“And you shall,” he replied. He snapped his hips against yours, his cocks hard once again. The squelch of your mixed fluids sent a wave of heat through your body and into your face. He smirked. “First there,” he groaned with another thrust into your fluttering holes, “And then here. You have my word, and my word is law.” His thumb tugged on your chin. “Now, open your mouth.”

You had never obeyed a command faster.

Your father was anxiously waiting in the early morning hours when you finally left the woods, your musket and ax over one shoulder while you carried a bundle of rabbits over the other. You explained that you hadn’t meant to take so long, that you had to camp when you realized that you were too far to make it through the woods at night.

Your sister, however, failed to believe you when you tried to share that story with her. She eyed you, crossing her arms, watching as you carefully sat outside while your father worked to skin the rabbits in the kitchen.

“Where were you, really?” she asked.

You merely smiled and shrugged. “In the woods,” you answered.

She turned when someone knocked upon the door of your family’s cottage, then whipped back to you when the sounds of your mother talking with another man drifted through the house. You stared at the back door, frowning, and stood with her, heading inside. A man stood just inside the open front door, towering above your mother and father. His crisp, golden hair was tied back with a black ribbon, and he dressed far too well to be standing in your family’s small cottage.

“I apologize for barging upon you and yours so early,” he said. You leaned against the wall of the storage room, watching him through the opening leading to the rest of the house. His voice was so familiar, the deep tones vibrating in your rib cage. “But the priest directed me here when he heard I was looking for a spouse.” He cleared his throat and bowed at the waist. His dark brown eyes cut across the house to you, as though he’d known you would be standing there. His lips quirked up in the slightest of smiles. “My name is Zephyr. And I’ve been told much about your eldest, so much that I would be honored to extend the offer of marriage.”

Your heart skipped and your breath caught as a smile slowly spread across your face.

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