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devourable · 8 months
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nsfw, mdni | tags / warnings : nb yandere butcher x gn reader (only prn used is ‘you’, gn compliments/praise), smut, masochism, dom top yandere/sub bottom reader, blood, denial/edging, overstim, potentially unsafe kink
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a muffled cry fell from your lips when rhodes yanked your hair back, their thrusts slowing so much that the sound of their bed creaking was almost loud enough to cover the sounds you made. your trembling legs wrapped tighter around their waist in a desperate attempt to get the high you needed.
they had you pinned against their bed, hips digging into yours and their strap buried so deep in you that you could practically felt it in your stomach every time they thrusted. you whimpered and squirmed against them, trying to buck your hips to make yourself orgasm on your own, but it was to no avail. their mass pressing against you kept you in place as your peak faded once again.
“how many times do i need to tell you?” they huffed in your ear, their lips finding yours and nipping at the sensitive skin.
“you’re not gonna cum till you make me bleed.”
a choked cry of frustrated pleasure fell from your lips, your teary eyes looked into theirs. your hands found their arms again — they were marred with a litany of bite marks and scratches, all made by you, all just barely too shallow to draw blood. and with every failed attempt, they'd bring you to the edge of climax but never actually give you the release you were growing desperate for.
"please," you whispered, "please, i'll be good, i'll be so good, just—"
you were cut off by their hips grinding into yours again. your breath left you in another strangled moan, unable to stop the tears falling from your eyes from the overwhelming sensation of rhodes thrusting into you again.
"shh, just try again, lamb," they cooed in your ear. "you wanna cum, don't you? i know you can do it."
a soft, raspy chuckle escaped them as you buried your face in their collar, your incoherent pleads only answered by their grip moving to your hips and tightening considerably. you started desperately clawing at their biceps, your teeth finding the flesh of their shoulder and sunk in as hard as you could with your limited remaining energy.
"that's my good little pet," they panted between shaky moans. "ffuck, you're so good..."
a muffled gasp escaped you when the taste of iron flooded your mouth, their blood finally staining your tongue and fingertips when your nails broke their skin. following this was a loud groan from rhodes, accompanied by a noticeable stutter in their hips.
your face flushed with bashful pride from the praise. you did it... you did what they wanted after trying so hard.
your tongue glided over the fresh puncture marks in their flesh, each brush over the broken skin making rhodes jolt and gasp. it was all they could do to not collapse on you from how good the pain felt.
your head was pulled back again, and rhodes pulled you into another kiss as the movement of their hips picked up again. and with another muffled cry, your lips staining theirs red, you shuddered and spasmed against them as you finally came.
you tumbled over the edge fast and hard after how long your body has been kept on the brink. you moaned their name out loud, arching your back, grinding your hips against theirs while waves of pleasure took your body. and it was only when ragged pants were falling from your lips and your trembling legs went slack and eventually fell from your hips that rhodes's thrusts slowing to a gradual stop. you were given a moment to catch your breath, one of your arms draped over your eyes as the other gripped the sheets under you.
a short time later, you felt them gently kiss and nip at your neck. rhodes slowly started sliding in and out of you once again, making you whimper and whine from the sparks of pleasure that you felt from their strap brushing against your most sensitive spots.
"wait," you gasped, gently pushing their chest. "w-wait, i c-can't—"
"you thought we were finished?" they interrupted, a hand brushing against your cheek. the other pinned your own hands above your head as another chuckle escaped them.
"no, no... i can't just leave you with that," they muttered, leaning in to kiss your skin. "can't do that at all."
"look alive, sweet thing. we're not done till you're squealing."
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cupid-archives · 1 month
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stalkers are SUCH an underrated romance and smut trope are you kidding
it ties into voyeurism/exhibitionism, humiliation, potential praise/degradation, on top of just the obsessive love and need to have someone. the unbearable feelings of lust… and its so cute too
so many missed opportunities for darling who shows off in case their stalker is watching.. constantly putting on some kind of show and hoping their stalker is watching/getting off on it
and stalkers that are so embarrassed about how badly they need their darling… following them around in public and getting so hot and bothered by just the site of them doing anything. the sway of their hips as they walk, their smile, even them doing innocent things.
and pair that together? darling whos constantly showing off, wearing tight or revealing clothing, stripping infront of windows or obvious spots someone might hide a camera, and their stalker getting off on believing they dont know… god
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dirt-stained-paws · 2 years
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A relationship should be 50/50- I make you a cute lunchbox and tell your you’re mine and that if anyone hits on you I’ll tear them apart and u eat the lunchbox and kill anyone who talks 2 me :)
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gunksh1t · 1 year
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Holding a pretty boy's legs around my head as I eat him out until his boycunt is sore and he's made a mess on my face and he's breathless. Making him cum until he can barely speak and says my name like a prayer. Making him promise he'll stay all mine and all mine forever while his head is empty. Make him think of nothing but me and the pleasure only i can give him.
Pampering my boy like he deserves, sucking his fat, stubby tcock, feeling how perfect it is in my mouth. sloppily making out with his hole and drinking him up. Peppering kissed on his dick and thighs between orgasms.
Shallowly fucking his hole with my tongue until he's desperate and needy and bucking his hips all over again. Flattening my tongue against his lil dick and letting him ride my face until he cums again and drained himself out.
He's half asleep and still gripping my head between his legs, tiredly grinding into my mouth and he can barely take anything more but he feels so good he can't think of doing anything else and he's so pretty and sweet you don't wanna stop him.
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minemineminemine · 2 months
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I want to see how violent you'd get for me, my love, I want to see the jealousy, I want to see how obsessed with me you get, to watch ad you carve my name in your skin and watch the blood drip down. I bet you'd taste so sweet, darling.
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haha so funny
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da3mon-bunny · 7 days
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Please Stalk me, follow me everywhere, stole my things, ruin every person that even dare to talk to me. I would love it <3
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thesmolfry · 7 months
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♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
I want you all to myself.
♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡
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queerism1969 · 1 year
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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
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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.
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cupid-archives · 9 months
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branding is so cute i need my darlings to carve their names into my thighs rn rn rn rn rn
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gunksh1t · 1 year
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Being edged over and over as they keep fucking into you and bringing you to the brink of cumming before suddenly pulling out and refusing to touch you just as you're about to cum. Giggling at your pathetic whines and watching you desperately hump the air.
All you can do is beg and sob as they repeat it over and over until your thighs are shaking and your face is mess of tears with your eyes rolled back and your head is fuzzy and you can't think about anything except how badly you need to cum and how achy your hole is yet it feels so good;
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"
Letting out a squeal when they suddenly slap your hole, gasping with each slap until you're throbbing and squirming. A fresh rush of tears spilling onto your cheeks as you shake and moan.
"Pretty baby, don't you know that good little toys don't talk?"
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minemineminemine · 26 days
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If you dont pay attention to me im gonna lose my fucking mind
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turtletank10 · 2 months
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I just want to be important I want to be something she thinks of when she wakes up how she is to me. I want to be her dog and to just make her as happy as possible I feel like that should be my purpose. I am nothing but a dog that needs someone to tell it what to do sometimes and I want it to be he.
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l0veslck · 4 months
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can’t stop thinking about slicing them open and using my strap-on to fuck their wound while it screams and begs for me to stop.
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l0nlyc4nnib4l · 1 month
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I can be your master…or your slave!
Your owner or your loyal puppy.
Darling, I can do both, just tell me what you want. For you I can be anything.
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