#tw: possessiveness

[dolliestfairy]

Yandere SCP with a chubby!fem!reader who is a Fairy Entity.

✧ A/N : its been a while since i dont write because i've been quite the busy here. but now i decided too and recently i've been very interested in scp lore and stories also with the monsters in it and decided to write it on my own within my own style. and + also this was a yandere :). what do you think? if you liked this please gave it a reblog and likes! i will very appreciate it ♡.

✧ Tw : Kidnapping, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Sadism, Carnage/Slaughtering, Blood, Unhealthy Behavior, Unhealthy mindset, Kind of Enemies to Lovers with Scp 682, Worship in 079 and SA in 682 (not from him, but from another person.) lmk if i miss anything. Chubby Reader Fics With No skintone of reader mentioned.

𑁍 Scp 049

• ugh.. where should i start with this guy? ah.. yes.. he's such a gentleman isnt he?

• first time he realize your appereance he thinks of you as such a delicate creature. he never sees you face to face, he just realize some very Soft and Pleaseable Appereance that was catching him off guard.

• that until he really met you face to face, and if only he wasnt such a cold gentleman he would praise you to death. i mean.. how could he not? you're just soo beautiful. its hard to believe that the facility who basically took you from where you were belong to think that you were some kind of monster when you're literally far from it.

• after he met you he think that he was just simply fascinated by your beauty-appereance, that until he is aware that he doesnt want you to be locked too far from where he was stayed at.

• what he wants is that your cell is to be placed right besides him. not far from him. now this guy is an aware yandere, and not to mention he's a very intelligent one too, he'll be pretty quick to know that his respond towards you snd the facility are far from being called normal because h literally just out burst at one of the scp staff for wanting to take you away from him.

• and the staff was not stupid either, espesially the scientist. they pretty much off guard and very heavily-aware of his action towards them and espesially you. so they start to put you into a different room, besides his cell with a mirror placed into each others wall.

• while the scientist observe from the Cctv, they see that you and 049, both was actually getting along each other.

• this is something the scientist does not really excepting, because well after all they always knew 049 as a very cold yet a gentleman anomaly to ever known in the facility. it was absolutely fascinating to see you - who is more friendly and well not so quiet as him can get pretty much along.

• this makes them hold you within 049 much longer than they actually plan.

• and of course, this all also come to 049 happiness as he obviously can see you much longer even in a different sell, he would love to meet you, see you, and talk to you everyday.

• theres no one, not even another scp or scp staff or even those great scientist could take you away from him, not even death. he swore to hold you within him just so you can be there, for him and him only.

𑁍 Scp 035

• now what i notice about this creature right here is that he actually quite the flirty one, and lets be honest - he also has some major anger issues holding him up, also a bit of sadism.

• first he sees you from his cell he just knew that you are the one. and let me tell you, besides from all his flirty personality, anger issues, and those sadism, he definetly also has some serious, Serious possessiveness.

• really become an aggresive hostile once he sees you getting interviewed by a male staff, making him growl from his cell, and of course - this lead to the other staffs attention.

• when they ask him about why was he being so hostile towards the male staff he said that "they do not deserve her. only i deserve her." and when the staff ask him "who do you mean by saying 'her'?" only to find out that "her" was you.

• and after that the staff check on you both, interviewing on you both and this time they ask a female staff to interview you, and 035 is much more calmer than before.

• this will all be kicked out of the window when the staff wanting to place you to an Abroad facility. of course this will make 035 sees red. and what can only be describe after this was a carnage.

• and at the end -- he escaped. with the willing to free you from those fuckers who tried to take away the love of his life (or so he tought) from him. he can and would spill many blood as it need if it can help him getting you again. and he wont stop, no matter how much host it will need and change, his goal is just one; getting you back again.

𑁍 Scp 079

• the first he sees you he really just over the heels for you. no - i am not joking, this dude here is drooling, even if he cant he can feel so while seeing you.

• absolutely admire everything you had. the way you talked, smiled, and walk is just different.

• absolutely reject the calls scp staff throw at you as a "monster" no matter how much they tried, they couldnt convience 079 that you were indeed a monster.

• really love the shape of your body, that was another thing of why he would take an extra glance at your plump body once he realize your appereance.

• is absolutely dying to have you for himself but how can he? he just there and can only watch you when you walked pass his cell.

• and another one is that he absolutely dreaming about you. wether its a cute one, a bad one, or even a naughty one, he does not care. once he start dreaming about you i recommend anyone to dont ever dare to try to take him away from his daydreaming moment or whoever that person is will have to encounter the out burst of 079.

• and after he's done? nothing would changed.. and at the end, he wouldnt be another different thing more than some unsual computer entity dude who is obsessed over some fairy.

𑁍 Scp 682

• really cocky about you lmao, and very sassy too.

• at first he actually (kinda) hate/dislike you because your overall personality and looks are definetly and obviously a literal opposite from him.

• everytime anyone sees you besides him they already can see the different. surely we dont have to waste our fingers to write what are your difference than him other than the fact that you both were a living things. but it was just sooo noticable like.. ugh.

• this enemies feeling will turn into lover as soon as some Bastardize staff start to treat you in a very unappropriate tone.

• and this time he just felt like he had to protect you somehow. protect you from getting experimented and other bad things.

• even if he's actually really feeling that way, still -- he is a big Tsundere weird lizard so he would rather simply just bury himself alive than admitting it openly.

• but asides from all of that, he actually really aware about his feelings. about the fact that he actually has some feelings for you. and he doesnt even sure of how to say it to you because he just think of it as a very big embarassement.

• this is just a matter of time before he finally decided to tell you about this feeling. the bad news is that, the same day he convience to you, is the same day that he would take you with him for eternity.

• and not even death can separate you from him ever.

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[writingforatwistedworld]

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsession, unhealthy mindset, possessiveness, spoiler for the Masquerade event (obviously)

Voicelines about you, the Overseer

Cheering to yourself you looked at the screen, confirming that you just purchased the new voicelines that you were only able to purchase during this event. To say that this event was stressful was an understatement. Heck, even the app seemed like it wanted to prevent you from earning all the materials and exchanging them for the lines of text, the App crashing and freezing whenever there was the slightest inconvenience. It was also very different from what you were used to in this game. Usually it was always light content and a few sprinkles of Angst for entertainment but this time it was like someone took the game and decided to turn it into something that could only be described with “nightmare fuel if real”. With the usual content creators of the game being unusually quiet, if not to say absolutely silent, about it there were no guides to look up, no one seemingly caring to explore the new lore presented. Tapping the screen you finally accessed the voicelines, curious about what they had to say about the individual which was at the center of said event, the Overseer

What is your opinion of the Overseer?

“There has never in history been an individual, no, simply a being so just and equal as them. One could say that they might be justice itself. Now, we are more than just aware that of course such can not be the truth. When the great calamity of blooming fire happened they were making judgments about the situation and unjust actions of the people resorting out of that also based on morale. If they were justice itself they would have purely gone the path of logic. However, like the sound of the Bell of Salvation their judgment was clear and of pure heart, understanding the resulting pain of the people, guiding the judge into the right direction. Although I am not able to understand their approval of magic. But this also only shows as well that they are indeed a kind individual.”

The view of your homeland, what is your opinion on that?

“Our view of the Overseer is already one that differences in many ways, depending on the person you ask. However, we are all able I agree that they are an advocate for justice. True justice unlike that judge that was topic of many discussions due to him accepting, well how to say this... “donations”. A stain like this upon our beautiful city like that is something everyone regrets and despises. Thus I can agree on the statement that they are indeed very deeply connected to our justice system but I would go even further with this. I would even dare to say that they are the reason why we can live in such a mostly upright and kind world like our own. But how dare those heathens of Sunset Savannah to say that they are nothing more than just a representative of equality? They are much more, they are the reason why freedom even exists!”

What would you do if you ever met them?

“That is a question I am not able to give you a definitive answer upon. All I can say with certainty is that I would most likely not be able to treat them with anything below respect. I might even make them uncomfortable... Pardon me for trailing off. But simply meeting them is an honor too great for my meek and unworthy, stained self. As I said, magic is something that is not certainly good and like a stain that needs certain treatment for it finally be eradicated. I myself am such a stain, or at least stained by it. Perfect of Ramshackle, due to you being pure unlike me I will entrust you with this secret: I highly doubt that someone like the Overseer would like someone like me but what do I expect, being someone like myself? A stain, a... parasite like me is not worth it. And yet I can not stop myself from dreaming that their bright light may reach me in the darkness. Them having the kindness and patience to look upon me as they do with those that deserve such. But I doubt I would be able to share their kindness ever again... how despicable of me...”

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[portfolio-of-dreams]

but i wanted you… | asagiri gen x gn! afab! reader

warnings: some plot, explicit smut, dom! gen, jealousy, slight possessiveness, oral (f! receiving), cunnilingus, slight choking, marking, dacryphilia, kinda exhibitionism, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink (if you squint).

w/c: 2.8k

Asagiri Gen was capable of being a patient man. After all, it took time to persuade others to do his bidding. He was cunning and could use his quick wit to get what he wanted. That was the fun of being a ‘mentalist’. He’d tricked Chrome a few times into doing tasks for him and always messes around with sleight of hand magic tricks to distract Kinro and Ginro. He doesn’t like to brag but he’s a pretty skilled manipulator- uh persuader. His three step plan has always worked.

One: Stand by them and create a sense of comradery. Standing opposite of your target person makes the conversation feel adversarial or conflicting.

Two: Give inaccurate information relevant to the conversation. This forces them to correct you and tell you the correct information, which could be useful in the long run.

Three: Order them to do the opposite of what you want them to do. This is the use of reverse-psychology. Humans naturally want to refuse an order so they end up doing the opposite of the given demand, which is what you actually wanted them to do.

But you- you were different. Always saw right through his attempts of manipulation, shrugged off his tricks and ignored him to a default. He tried to insert himself into your conversations in hopes you would acknowledge him. He saw the way you looked at Senku, the way you laughed with him. The soft curve of your lips and the tightness of your cheeks when he agreed to your ideas. That was something he couldn’t stand to see. Today, he would make sure you knew his feelings towards you- no matter what.

It was an overcast day in the Ishigami Village, the sun shielded by dark clouds that enveloped all light. A chilled breeze blew through the trees and waved the flag above Chrome’s hut. Right below it was where Gen found you, with Senku. It irritated him that you were always with him, always around him. He should be the one to make you smile like that, to make you laugh, to touch you. That was the advantage he had over Senku- there wasn’t a doubt in his mind that he could make you feel better than Senku ever could.

“Y/n. Come here for a moment, indulge me just this once, won't you?” He spoke with false innocence dripping over his lips. His lowered eyes speaking of the lies he would tell you just to have you close to him. He knew his normal techniques wouldn’t work on you.

You exchanged glances with Senku before looking back at him. “Fine, Gen. But be quick, we’re so close to finishing the calculations. And no funny business!” 

“I’m wounded you would think such a thing, darling y/n.” The words flowed so effortlessly as he batted his dark lashes at you.

You took carefully calculated steps towards him but he quickly grabbed your wrist to drag you away from the scientist. His actions startled you but curiosity killed the cat so to speak, so you followed him blindly to his small makeshift house on the outskirts of the village.

“Welcome to Chez Gen!” He extended out his arms on either side, proud of his small achievement of a hut. He’d obviously had some of the villagers “help” him out because it wasn’t falling apart.

You casually rolled your eyes and followed him past the makeshift door. You looked around but didn’t take your eyes off the slender man, whose face was contorted into a smirk as he moved closer to you. You narrowed your eyes and looked at him- waiting for him to say something about why he brought you here. He knew you were busy with Senku and the calculations for creating the proper metal mix with black clay to create the katana for the counterattack against Tsukasa. Didn’t he know how important that was?

You took a step back in tandem with his steps forward, until your back was almost against the stone clad walls. He held two clenched fists in front of you, the tops of his hands visible and his thumbs tucked underneath. Lowered stormy gray eyes and raised eyebrows stared at you as he waited for you to pick a hand. An exasperated breath fell from your lips as you tapped the top of his left hand. He turned it over and opened the palm to reveal there was nothing in his hand. Confused, you picked the other hand which also had nothing in it. As you stared at the newly opened right hand, his left hand flew up to cover your mouth as he roughly pushed you against the wall. His right hand trailed soft fingertips up your thigh and lingered just below your growing heat. 

He leaned in close, hot breath fanning against the shell of your ear, smelling of Senku’s cola, “You know how I don’t like to share, and I think you’ve been spending too much time with the dear old scientist. It’s not fair.”

You huffed and grabbed at his wrist, able to pull it down enough to speak “Gen- if you’re jealous just say so. This little act is embarrassing.”

He roughly pressed his hand against your cunt and slid the other down to your throat “But I wanted you.”

“We’re still in the vicinity of the village…” You barely choked out between moans.

“Then I guess you better keep quiet then.” He growled lowly as his teeth worked the sensitive spot on your neck.

The heat of his lips caused your head to roll back, hitting the wall behind you. He smirked as he continued to kiss and suck at that sweet spot that made you moan his name. He would no doubt leave a mark, the two of you weren't exactly together but he was possessive over the things he wanted- including you. Your hands moved up to run them through his hair but he quickly grabbed them, slamming them above you with one hand wrapped around your wrists. You inhaled sharply as he rubbed his hand harsher against your clothed cunt. Your moans became more apparent, echoing in the space. The hand he had on your throat, moves to cover your mouth as you hear villagers pass through on the forest path. He stands there, staring into your eyes, continuing to grind his hand on you. He slides a finger into the tied cloth you created as underwear. A gentle touch moving just over your clit.

“Shh, little thing. We don't want to be found” A smug look crosses his face. 

He picks you up easily, and walks you over to the quilted blanket Rumi sewed as a thanks to him for helping Senku and the village. His lips are rough against yours- needy and desperate to taste you. He slowly lays you down, open mouthed kisses litter your collarbone as he sucks at the skin creating harsh reminders that you should be his. He quickly slides the sleeves over your shoulders and pulls down your top, exposing your already perked nipples. He breaks apart from your neck- a trail of saliva connecting still. His eyes travel down as he kisses down your chest. He looks back up at you, your face so beautifully contorted in pleasure- pleasure he’s giving you. Not that overly confident scientist. He rolls your nipple between his fingers before taking it into his mouth. His tongue swirls around the hardened bud as the hand that's snaked around your waist, grabs at the plush of your skin. Your moans become louder, only slightly muffled by your desire to be quiet. Your hands, finally free- run through his hair, pushing his mouth further onto your chest. He continues to nip at the bud as pulls down the rest of your outfit. His hands move down your curves. One grabs at the plush of your thighs as the other rubs harsh circles onto your clit.

“More. Need more.” You groan and you move slightly in his grip. 

“Aw, look at you. A mewling mess in my touch. Tell me who’s making you feel good...” He speaks against your skin, licking down your stomach to your hips.

You gasped and bucked your hips up, digging your nails into the skin of Gen’s shoulders. He hissed and stopped his finger’s movements, pressing down harshly onto the little bud of nerves. You whimpered and swiveled your hips, seeking release. A soft chuckle resounded from his lips as he danced his tongue lower. He stopped at your hips where he kissed along the spanse of your waistline before continuing on to tongue at the soft area where your hips met your thighs. You withered below him, gasping and pulling at his two-toned hair, whimpers and begs falling from your lips at high speed in an unintelligible manner.

He grabbed the bends of your knees in his hands and pushed your legs open, spreading them as far as they could go. Finally he dragged his tongue between your wet folds, using just the tip to tease you for a while. He moaned against your sweet slick, before plunging his tongue in at the bottom and ran it up, letting it dip into your entrance and all the way up to your clit. He wrapped his lips around your clit and sucked lightly, pulling a low sugar-coated moan from your throat.

“You taste even better than cola.” He mumbled against your clit, flicking it with the tip of his wet muscle. Slowly, he spread your lips apart, and leaned back to take a good look. You squirmed and grabbed his head, urging him to continue, but he just smirked and blew on your clit, laughing out loud at your gasp. 

“Look at you. So wet, you're dripping from your cunny. Who’s making you this wet? That arrogant scientist? Is he on your mind right now?” He said, incredulously, dipping his finger in before pulling it back and licking at it as he turned his attention to your eyes.

Gen bit down on the soft skin of your thigh. You gasped and shoved at his head, trying to push him off, but he pinned your hand to the side. “I’ve asked you quite a simple question. You know I don’t like to repeat myself, it’s too much work.”

You moaned and tried to pull your hand out of his grip, but it was no use. You huffed and wiggled your hips under his grasp “I- I’m only thinking about you! I promise!” Your eyes became slightly wet as you begged him to continue. 

Within moments his mouth was upon you again, licking at your slit sloppily and sucking crudely at your growing arousal. You gasped and bucked your hips up wildly, needing more and more of his mouth, but he pinned down your hips, only responding to your whine with a flick of his tongue. You couldn’t be subtle about the feelings he was eliciting from you, screaming out obscenities. His tongue was like a drug and for the first time in your life you were proud to say you were an addict. He was slamming into you with his tongue and you could feel yourself getting closer to your nirvana as the seconds ticked by. You reached down and grabbed at his hair, trying to get him to release your clit from his harsh movements as you began to succumb to the overstimulation. Gen could be a patient man, but he certainly didn’t like being ordered around. He grabbed your hands and pinned them to your hips, holding you down effectively. You gasped and arched up at a particular deep stroke of his tongue and tightened your thighs around his head, yelling out as felt a wave of pleasure wash over you. Your walls tightened and clamped down on his tongue and you screamed out, nearly sobbing at the intensity.

He finally pulled back and grinned at you, his lips swollen and a deep red. His thumb circled around your sensitive clit, and you jerked back, groaning. He stared at you for a moment- admiring his work. Your face so turned in pleasure, the curve of your lips shining with drool, your body covered in his marks and your pussy oozing out your cum. He moaned out loud at just the sight and threw off his clothing. You gasped at the sight of his slightly toned stomach and down to his hardened cock. You quickly scrambled up to reach over and grab at his dick, running your fingers along the thick vein along the underside of his cock. His jaw dropped open and he threw his head back as you pumped his length, quickening your speed. Once his tip blushed a red and his arousal seeped from the slit, you pulled away and looked up at him- waiting for a reaction. He growled and pushed you back so you were laying against the blanket again. He climbed above you and lined himself up with your entrance.

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget all about Senku. Your only thoughts will be me, and how good I make you feel.” And he plunged into you, quickly bottoming out. “Look at that, a perfect fit.”

He smirked as he began to thrust into you. You gasped and squinched your eyes, tilting your head back in a silent moan. He pulled out and rocked back into you, dropping his face low so the tip of his nose was just touching yours. He started slow, looking into your eyes but the minute he tried to turn your face away, he grabbed your chin and growled “Look at me.”

He looked at you with a fire in his eyes, an almost possessive glare. He attached his lips to yours and dug his teeth into your bottom lip, suddenly slamming into you faster than you thought possible. You choked, breathing in heavily and yelling out his name. He could almost laugh at how fucked out you were starting to look, his pretty thing, moaning and clenching on his cock as he fucked you senseless. You rolled your hips up, trying to keep up with the speed he was going at, but ultimately failing. He swirled his hips down harshly against yours as your pussy throbbed and gummy walls clenched down, coating him in your juices. He snaked his hand up around your throat and pulled upwards, so you looked into his eyes again and he slowed his movements.

“Come on, use your words. Let’s hear you say it…” 

You cried, hot tears running over the apples of your cheeks “Please let me cum, Gen. You’re the only one who can!”

A smug shit-eating grin showed on his face as he quickened his pace once again. He pulled almost all the way out before quickly circling his hips down into you. His grunts became louder and his pace and thrusts started to get sloppy. The grip he had on your throat loosened and his hand slipped off to move between your sweaty bodies and rub circles against your clit. You felt your orgasm approaching as he continued to chase his high. Twinkling lights flooded your vision as you felt the knot in your stomach again. A sound of approval escaped his parted lips as you contracted down on his length, so tightly he could almost not move. Your back arched up and your head lolled to the side as you came around him. Blinding lights blurring your vision as you felt him release his heat into you- thick white ropes coating your insides as he continued to thrust into you, making sure you don’t let a drop escape. You winced when he finally pulled out and collapsed beside you. He pressed a lazy kiss to your temple and watched you attempt to stand on wobbling legs. 

“Now if you’re done being jealous- I have work to get back to.” You spoke in breathy tones, trying to catch your balance enough to get dressed. 

He grinned as he watched you struggle. Throwing your outfit back on and smoothing out the wrinkles in your hair. He stood up to get dressed as well, just watch you saunter back over to the table with Senku. Your legs shaking, top hanging loosely off of your shoulders and covered in him, smelling like him. The thought of it made him giddy. Senku leaned over the table with his back to you, only turning once he heard your footsteps approaching.

“Finally, y/n. Where have you been?”- he looked at your messied state before shaking his head- “Nevermind, don’t tell me. Just finish this equation while I work on the mixture.”

You silently nodded your head and stole a glance at Gen who just shrugged and offered you a thumbs up. Useless as ever, that cocky mentalist.

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[mothgodofchaos]

The line from damien video, actor mark saying "acting like you dont have blood in your hands!" to damien makes me imagine that our sweet beloved mayor isnt so sweet... so may i request a horror damien? Something like how sinister he can really be when he put his mind into it :)

Sweet

I got several requests to continue my Yandere Damien idea, so I hope this answers your ask sufficiently! The mayor has a habit of letting his influence get to his head, and not caring about who is off limits to him.

Damien x GN!Reader, TW: possessiveness, hypnosis, stalking, yandere Words: 692

You were so good for him. How he’d offer his hand to you and you’d take it with a smile on your face, his arm being a perfect perch for his little dove. How pretty you looked in your gilded cage of peppermint steam he created around you, how sweet you sang only for him. He cherished you, let you flourish, in all the ways he allowed you to. You’d sing along to those old croony tunes he loved on the record player, how he could watch you sing for hours.

But others started getting suspicious, how could they? They were just jealous of how much he loved you, wanted you for themselves. But he didn’t have time for such people, and neither did you. Did they not know how important he is? Only he held the key to your cage, and he was going to ensure it stayed that way.

“I heard you, Mark. You know how the papers are, they write rumors, hoping they catch on, and then they launch an investigation if it gains enough traction. Simple solution: squash it out when it starts.”

You overhear him speaking in his office as you make his morning tea, and something in the pit of your stomach says that this is important, that you shouldn’t just brush it off like you normally do. You know that Mark is one of his close friends, a friend from his childhood. But the way Damien spoke, it felt unnatural, like sharp talons grazing slightly up your back, a small suggestion of the pain he can inflict if he so desires. “I’m having my men take care of it this evening. No one will notice a thing, and those who do, won’t say a word. Not if they don’t want to go the same way as this nosey reporter.”

No, something is deeply wrong. You drop the spoon you were holding onto the ground, making a noise of surprise that seems to get his attention. He hangs up the phone and you hear the click of his cane against the hardwood floors, sending a chill up your spine instead of the usual warmth that it typically brings. You jump when he enters the room, eyes wide with fear. 

“Something the matter, dearest? Something concerning you?” Damien tilts his head at you, taking slow but deliberate steps towards you. You turn around quickly, backing up against the table, looking to the doors, seeing if there’s any quick way out. Surely you could outrun him if you needed to, he has a bad knee after all. “Were you eavesdropping, dearest?” His tone shifts, a darker sinister look in his eyes as he encroaches in your space. Bodyguards fill the doors with their shoulders, blocking your exits as you glance around, trying to look for another way out. “N-no Damien, I’m j-just tired- I-” He uses the head of his cane to lift up your chin to look into his eyes, the once inviting blue now a sharp icicle piercing through you, searching for evidence of betrayal. You watch as he sticks his hand into his pocket, the pop of a cork, and a small glass vial is shoved under your nose. You try to push him away, but he blocks you against the table. “Deep breath now, come on, no need for those dangerous thoughts of leaving. You're safe here, dove. My sweet thing…” The sweet smell of peppermint overwhelms your senses, making your brain fog until you no longer struggle, the smile returning to your face. He cups your face, his expression softening to the same inviting, charming smile he usually greets you with. “There we go, isn’t that much better?” “Y-yes, I was jus-” “Shhh, it’s okay. I know it’s scary, but you’re safe here. With just me.” He accepts you into his arms as he begins humming a sweet tune, one that you continue as he just holds you, bodyguards resuming their usual positions. 

He doesn’t have blood on his hands, he must keep his perfect white dove innocent and safe. But he has no issue in ordering subordinates to do it for him.

#damien #wkm damien #damien x reader #damien markiplier #wkm damien x reader #mayor damien x reader #gn!reader #TW: possessiveness #TW: stalking #TW: hypnosis #TW: yandere #meek mayor #chaoswrites

[twisted-writing]

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For @mariamakeslemons

Who asked:

Can I request Y/N with Leona? Y/N is the only female on campus, and she's one of the older students (19-ish, maybe 20) who acts as an assistant to the teachers on occasion. Leona knows this, and finds her independence attractive, but he could do without the idiots staring at his herbivore like she's meat. Eventually, during a class with Vargus, he has enough and bites the back of her neck in front of the class. Can you go from there, please?

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POV: Third Person

Characters: Leona Kingscholar, female!reader, Vargas (mentioned)

Pairing: Leona x female!reader

Note: I’ve decided to make Y/N 20 in this. Her uniform for PE is Vargas’ uniform but a female version.

Warnings: Possessive!Leona, implications of sexual content

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Leona wouldn’t dare have claimed, y/n, his herbivore, in front of the entire class, which included Vargas, but the last thread of his patience with the way some of the idiots had gazed upon her like she was a piece of meat.

As if that hadn’t been bad enough, then came the comments.

Whispered among them, as if no one could hear them and the things they whispered about. Well, Leona could. And he didn’t appreciate them one bit.

But it was one comment really, that sent him over the edge. It had happened when y/n had unzipped her jacket, and tied it around her waist due to how the sun was glaring down on them, Leona was grateful that her tank top was black and not white.

Less of his herbivore for everyone to see.

“What I wouldn’t give to see what’s under that tank top.”

When those whispered words had reached his ears, Leona felt whatever was left of his patience snap like a thread.

Y/N was his. She knew that. So did he.

And now, so would everyone else.

Before could stop him, Leona made his way over to where Y/N was, which was in a conversation with Vargas about today’s lesson.

He reached them with little difficulty and pointedly ignored Vargas asking him what he was doing.

“Stay still, herbivore.”

“Leona, what are you-“

Her question was cut off when Leona bit the back of her neck, y/n had dropped the clipboard that had been in her hands previously.

“L-Leona…”

He knew that tone of voice, it meant that they would need to get to his dorm room. Right now.

He picked up his herbivore and left the field, knowing full well that either of them wouldn’t be seen for the majority of the day.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland self insert #twisted wonderland x reader #reader imagine #reader insert #female reader insert #savanclaw x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x reader #tw: possessiveness

[oh-katsuki]

WISH U WOULD WRITE tbh i was just thinking abt katsuki and u dating and ur going out to a party or smth with besties while he stays home (i firmly believe he reads and wears glasses) so he lowers his readers to look at ya and says “goin out without me in that slutty lil outfit?” and then fucks u before u leave just so u and everyone else is aware who h belong to and who you’ll always end up going home to

-throaty

okay bro i was gracefully reminded of this and i finally have the capability to articulate exactly what it does to me. 

just the way he’d peer over the square rimmed glasses. they make him look more mature and somehow soften out his normally sharp features in a way that makes him look both seductive and calm. glances over them with a raised eyebrow before he sets down the book and walks over to you. reaches out and places his hand on your hip while he tilts his head and looks over you. 

“well aren’t you a pretty little thing?” n he smiles a somewhat wicked smile before snapping the hem of your dress against your thigh, “where’re you goin?”

“a party.” you wrap your arms around his neck. “wanna come?” 

“fuck, no.” he laughs. “not my crowd. they’re gonna love you though.” he pushes you back by your hips. “gimme a spin.” 

and you do, turning around in a circle while katsuki crosses his arms over his chest and watches you over the rim of his glasses. he cracks a grin before pulling you close to him again by the hips. the palms of his hands lay flat against the fabric of the small dress and he leans forward to put his lips at the base of your shoulder. 

“you look good.” he mumbles. 

katsuki isn’t particularly jealous when it comes to what you wear. he’s not the type to tell you to change or to get in a mood because you’re wearing something revealing. in fact, katsuki likes to show off a bit. 

still, as he works his lips up your neck, you’re reminded that while he may not be the type to ask you to change, he’s definitely the type to leave marks up your neck. they’re an intimacy thing for him. a physical acknowledgment of the fact that you’re with him and he’s with you. 

“before you go though,” he glances down, using a finger to lift the hem of your dress so that he can see the lacy pink color of your panties, “wanna show me a little more of this?” 

and he takes two fingers, pressing them directly into the crest of your sex and rubbing in one even circle. you gasp, letting out a low laugh. katsuki leans forward and kisses you. the exhale you give fogs up his glasses and he huffs as if the visual somehow satisfies him. 

“i’ll be late.” you breath as you move your hips with his hand. 

“mmmm,” he pulls them to the side, slipping his fingers across your wetness, “that so bad?” 

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #[ 💋📞– thirsts ] #throaty my beloved <3 #u sent another ask abt this as well #and im gonna answer that with more scream thoughts #anyway... he's sexy #tw: possessiveness #tw: jealousy #sorry if this is mediocre #im a little rusty when it comes to thirsts

[kassylin]

Also can we talk about Kim Taehyung and his level of possessiveness? Lmao Touching each other’s chopsticks? That have just been in ones mouth?

UNACCEPTABLE

DIVORCE

XDDDDDDDDDD

Truly those two are absolutely the same, water and fire lmao 

I was perhaps wrong about JK learning to control it. He has grown up and doesn’t have to hide it anymore, because he does not care lol And V was always like this, unique and demanding. Love them so so much lmao

I love rational people, but when it comes to relationship, I too have millions of rules, although I hide it really well and almost never slip. As possessiveness and jealousy are frowned upon and are seen as not “healthy”. But if you do not care, do you even love then? But that’s just me and my demons. I get possessive over my siblings and parents and my friends lol (although I would never admit it aloud). So. My hubby is a strong, patient man XDDD

That MBTI episode is pure gold. I feel so full XD

#bts mbti lab #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #tw: jealousy #tw: possessiveness #they even made namjoon change his mind in the end lmao

[hunter-the-sad-skeleton]

More Bendy AU ref sheets/doodles I threw together, hope y’all enjoy! :D(Reblogs appreciated!)

#my art #batim au #my au #Batim Sammy #batim wally #batim the projectionist #batim oc #my oc #Hunter Terry Cruz #ask to tag #tw: scars #Tw: possessiveness

[internationallytoxic]

When he randomly grabs your wrist and bites it while you're both in bed texting ppl and his response to you asking why is "because you're mine forever"

Like ??? That was randomly possessive but okay my love I'm yours forever you're completely right

#tw: biting #tw: possessiveness #his biting did not hurt or leave any lasting marks #but its funny bc literally for the entire day yesterday he said he was moving to florida #bc he was mad at me #it be like that lmao #toxic #toxic romance #relationship humor #relationship #colombia #usa #possessiveness makes my heart go 🥵 #bite me more my love so everyone knows im yours when they look at me

[deunmiu-dessie]

ⅴ▬ ⁽ 𝑜𝓇𝒸 ⁾

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ♡︎ : ₅˖₇ₖ ˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ♡︎ : mdni----- unedited, NSFW,  explicit content, teratophilia, orc/royalty!human, rough sex, unprotected sex, creampie, overstimulation, breeding, spit kink, sloppy kisses, size difference, somnophilia, slight voyeurism, orcish, reader loses all forms of etiquette and just babbles-- stupidly, belly bulge. ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ♡︎: as royalty it's your duty to marry and provide heirs for the kingdom, however, your parents have a different plan for you.

꒰m!orc ₊⊹ afab!reader꒱

 𝐹or as long as you can remember, you have been allured by the forbidden. Whenever your parents commanded you to abstain from a certain act or sternly prohibited you from engaging in another, it ignited a fervor within your being. And inevitably, you succumbed to its allure.

Your relationship with your parents was not a harmonious one. From the time you were but a child, they made it abundantly clear that you were not conceived out of their love for one another, but rather out of an obligation to the throne. To them, you were an inconvenience, a mere hindrance that they longed to be rid of. Thus, you existed in a perpetual state of unease, forever uncertain of their next move.

The castle bustled with activity this week, the number of knights seemed to have multiplied, and your encounters with your parents grew scarce. Your daily meals together became non-existent- not that you were complaining. Instead, during supper, they scorned and mocked you—drawing comparisons to your elder cousin who had recently become betrothed to a Duke. You were aware that they would arrange a marriage for you; it was inevitable, but you hoped it would be to someone who would eventually cherish you as you would them.

Verily, this day seemed naught but a replica of the day prior—a day draped in melancholy. The heavens were adorned with clouds of a somber ashy hue, obscuring the radiant sun in its entirety, and permitting but a scant ray of light to penetrate. You lay sprawled on your bed; the clamor from beyond your door kept you from getting any sleep, so you opt to lay there, eyes shut and breathing even.

The two hefty thuds at your door jolt you awake, your eyes snapping to the entrance. A servant girl stood there, her gaze piercing, and her upper lip curled in a sneer. "The King and Queen request your presence for a meal in the dining chamber."

You release a heavy sigh and nod. "Yes, I shall join them shortly, Nadia." she scoffs and closes the door with a soft thud. Rubbing the remnants of sleep from your eyes, you rose from your bed, slipping into your shoes with a sense of resignation. Hastily, you arranged your disheveled hair and adjusted your attire in the mirror, preparing yourself for the impending encounter. Finally, summoning your resolve, you embarked on the descent towards the dining hall.

 Your stomach churns uncomfortably as you motion towards the knights, fingers twisting nervously as they swing open the heavy oak doors. Stepping into the chamber, you swiftly bow and linger there for a moment, awaiting permission to be seated. "Hail to the Sun and Moon of the realm." Your sire grunts and gestures for you to take a seat; you release a shaky breath and settle across from your mother, who pays you no mind.

Within the dining hall, a profound stillness prevails, accompanied solely by the gentle clatter of utensils upon porcelain plates. You dare to disrupt the silence, your heart constricting within your breast, burdened by your uneasiness. " Pray tell, have I heard true? Have the demons breached the borders, causing mayhem? Is that why the ranks of the noble knights have swelled in recent days?"

The older man looks up from his meal, steely eyes on your face. "I did not deem you astute enough to discern matters of such nature, but aye, it is true. The Orcs shall breach the barrier if we do not do something. The knights from Tvatian shall not grace us with their presence for a week's time, yet our defenses wane with each passing moment."

The sound of your mother's throat being cleared reverberates through the air, abruptly drawing your eyes towards her. "You shall soon attain the age of twenty, my dear. Do you have any intentions of entering into wedlock?" Her voice possesses a cloying sweetness, signifying her ulterior motives; she is forever scheming. As you carefully place your knife and fork on the table, you grant her your undivided focus. "Aye, mother," you reply, your words tinged with a touch of uncertainty.

With a disapproving click of her tongue, she gracefully lifted her goblet to her lips, attempting to conceal the mischievous grin that flickered across her features. "Verily, a little bird has whispered in my ear that Orcs take pleasure in having humans as mere playthings, using them as harlots and passing them amongst themselves. How dreadful."

 Your hands clench beneath the table, and you struggle to suppress the bile that threatens to rise. Your heart thumps sporadically in your chest, almost painfully. What is she implying? "Pray tell, what is the essence of your words?"

"The royal family's expectations are not to be taken lightly, my child. If you persist in shirking your responsibilities by avoiding marriage and offspring, alternative measures must be considered. You shall be delivered to the head Orc at the border; mayhap that will pacify them until the Tavatian knights arrive." Your father had spoken this time, causing you to swiftly turn your gaze towards him. Tears welled up in your eyes, and a soft laughter escaped your lips. "Pray, father, assure me that you jest."

The answer lies within his silence. Your hands collide with the table, your head sways vehemently from side to side. "Nay, nay! You shall not subject me to this. What offense have I caused thee? I have obeyed all your commands unquestioningly, and you are planning to— Nay, I shall not proceed."

As the succulent salmon dances on her fork, your mother's laughter fills the air, resonating with a warmth that belies the gravity of her words. "My dear child, you find yourself bereft of options. You shall be deemed a traitor to the noble lineage and condemned to perish before your very birthday." A lump lodges itself in your throat, and tears stream down your face, as you rue the moment you stepped out of your room. "For what reason do you bear such animosity towards me?"

"Escort her back to her chamber; she's giving me indigestion," your mother states with a grimace.  The knights pause briefly, uncertain of how to guide you away. Dismissing them with a wave of your hand, you rise from your chair and exit the chamber, tears clouding your sight. The journey back is unsettling, with the maids gossiping and gesturing, their disdain evident on their faces, and their disapproving gazes following you.

The door is forcefully slammed shut behind you, and with great urgency, your feet carry you to your bed, where you collapse with a heavy sigh. Almost immediately, your pillow becomes saturated with the tears that pour forth, and you huddle into yourself, simply becoming smaller. 

  Indeed, you knew this would occur eventually, but you hadn't thought you would be handed over to some hideous monster who would likely slay you upon arrival. Violent sobs wrack your body, shaking you to the core, while your nose runs uncontrollably, the pillow muffles a scream of agony.

After half an hour had passed, you lay there, sleep welcoming you with warm arms. The answer to this puzzle would reveal itself upon your awakening.

—

Woken by the sound of shuffling, faint whispers, and delicate clinks, you remain motionless, filled with trepidation, and unwilling to stir from your position. You quickly clench your eyes shut upon hearing the intruder approach. As much as you desired to confront them, you were also intrigued to uncover their intentions within your room.

"Seize her limbs; we must transport her to the dungeon." In an instant, your heart falters, trembling fiercely, and for a moment, your breath is held captive. As your eyes snap open, the ceiling of your chamber looms above you. Swiftly, you strike at the person nearest to you, expressing gratitude to the gods as you hear their curse.

Emerging hastily from the confines of your bed, you sprint towards the exit, a shrill cry escaping your lips as a hand clutches your ankle. You descend abruptly, your chin colliding with the cold marble beneath, silently expressing gratitude for the prudent act of placing your tongue against the roof of your mouth in the final moments.

   Swiftly flipping over, you kick frantically, tears streaming down your face as your legs are forcefully spread apart, and the assailant inserts themselves between your thighs, seizing hold of your arms.

Your vision blurs as a heavy slap is brought across your face. The brief respite from your struggle grants the assailants the opportunity to lay a cloth upon your nostrils. Your eyes flutter shut, darkness casting a shadow upon your vision. The feel of your body being lifted is the only thing you remember.

Within the confines of the cell, you find yourself in a state of contemplation, your head gently leaning against the cold metal bars. The sharp sound of heels striking the ground causes you to straighten up. The passage of time remains elusive, yet the atmosphere hints at the arrival of a new day, shrouded in the quiet of dawn.

Your mother's face came into view, causing you to sneer in disdain as you buried your head in your knees, refusing to meet her gaze. The very sound of her voice sent shivers down your spine, igniting a mixture of anger and sorrow within you. She callously auctioned you off, displaying a complete lack of concern for your well-being.

"I reckoned it would be preferable for you to don your best attire, but it would be futile. A watchman shall be present shortly to guide you to the border, make no disturbance, do you understand? 'Twould be unsightly if you do."

You ignore her, but deep down, you are filled with dread to venture towards the border. You longed to weep and plead with her to refrain from sending you, but it would only wound your pride. Instead, she smiles and draws nigh unto the prison bars. "When we emerge victorious in this war, and if you are still breathing, I shall dispatch you to a brothel. I couldn't possibly have such a defiled child. Revel in your sojourn there, my dear."

The clatter-clack of her footwear slowly vanishing into the distance brings forth a torrent of tears. Why must this befall you? What sin have you committed to warrant such treatment? The jingle-jangle of keys catches your attention; the guard stands before you with a look of pity. "Your majesty, the time has arrived."

You nod in a pitiful manner and rise from the ground, using your soiled hands to dry your tears, leaving traces of dirt on your cheeks. As you draw near to the guard,  he pulls down his sleeve and tenderly wipes your cheeks with a sympathetic smile. You bow softly in gratitude and proceed to walk with him to the carriage.

He assists you inside and closes the door; a click prompts you to peer through the tiny gap. A lock secures the door; as you lock eyes with the guard, he merely sighs and shakes his head. "The Queen has requested this. I beg your pardon, Your Majesty." 

  You remain silent, leaning back in the seat and staring blankly at the castle. You see your father standing at his office window, observing. You avoid his gaze, curling up in the seat. Then, as the carriage sets in motion, your heart swells, and tears flow.

The carriage's abrupt jolt awakens you from your nap; the sun is just beginning to descend, signaling the end of a day filled with endless riding. The only noise is the steady trot of the horses and the occasional whisper of the soldiers. Have you arrived already? You swallow nervously and flinch as the door is forcefully opened. "We have arrived, your highness."

You nod and sit up, clasping his hand to disembark from the carriage. Your eyes swiftly survey the surroundings. Despite the tales, the border seemed relatively serene. You couldn't hear anything from beyond the wall. At length, a throat is cleared,  causing you to look up, and the guard beckons you along. You hesitate for only a moment before fortifying your resolve and walking forward.

After much anticipation, the distant voices grow more distinct. "Captain, 'tis here! Shall we unseal the gates?" The clamor of the ponderous wheels turning and ascending is loud in your ears. The gate opens enough to allow your passage beneath. They weren't wasting time at all. The guard places a hand on your lower back and pushes you forward gently. "The Orc General has agreed to receive you; he's on the other side waiting."

You suppress the lump in your throat and proceed, every gaze fixed upon you. The wall loomed thick and intimidating,  and you couldn't shake off the fear of it collapsing on you as you reached the other side. However, as you eventually crossed over, your gaze locked with his.

Standing tall at a minimum of 9 feet, he possessed a powerful build adorned with thick muscles, and hair decorating his chest. Dark brown hair cascaded down to his waist woven into an intricate braid, contrasting against his pear-colored complexion and a thick beard enveloped his jaw. Scars crisscrossed his body, enhancing his rugged charm.  Despite his blunt tusks, one of which was slightly chipped, there was no denying the outrageous attractiveness of this Orc.

As he takes a step forward, an instinctual reflex compels you to retreat, a shiver of trepidation coursing through your being. Your legs, heavy as if forged from lead, refuse to heed your desperate plea for escape. A subtle chuckle escapes his lips, the corners curling upwards in a smug grin. "Time is not a luxury I possess, little human," he mocks, his voice dripping with impatience. 

  You part your lips to utter a response, but only silence greets your futile attempt. The resounding thud of the closing wall seals your grim destiny, causing your weakened knees to buckle beneath you, surrendering to the tender embrace of the grassy ground. With a deep sigh, he strides towards you, casting a towering shadow over your slumped figure, a chilling reminder of his overpowering presence.

With utmost ease, he effortlessly lifts you, as if you were as light as a feather. Your body tenses in his embrace, a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation. The tears well up, threatening to spill over. Surprisingly, his touch is tender, his hands delicately traversing your legs and back. Summoning your courage, you manage to muster a question, your voice trembling slightly. 

  "Might I inquire about your name?"  Despite your hesitant speech, he pays no mind, his voice resonating with a deep timber that sends a surge of desire coursing through your veins. A flush of warmth spreads across your face, compelling you to avert your gaze and focus on your lap. "I am Loran, the General of the Mammoth Clan."

Silence envelops the air for a fleeting moment before your voice breaks through once more. "My name is (Name)" He acknowledges your introduction with a subtle hum, and together, you navigate through the labyrinthine paths until you arrive at a large tent. With utmost care, he settles you upon a sumptuous bed adorned with furs, then proceeds to position himself near a table, obscuring its contents from your prying eyes. 

  A knot tightens in your throat as you summon the courage to voice your deepest fear. "Might you have intentions of devouring me?" you whisper, recoiling at the childlike vulnerability that tinges on your words.

His laughter causes a flutter in your chest; every aspect of him leaves your insides twisted. At last, he ceases his actions and pivots to meet your gaze, his arms folded. You had to physically remind yourself to avert your eyes from his well-defined muscles. "Would you like me to?" His voice carries a teasing lilt, yet his words hint at something more intimate.

You shake your head in denial and draw your knees closer to your body. He was nothing like the figure you had imagined; you were convinced that your life would have ended by now. Your gaze wanders aimlessly as you delve into your own musings. Unbeknownst to you, he crouches down before you. The calloused tips of his fingers grazing your chin send a shiver down your spine. Your eyes meet his, and you find yourself holding your breath.

"The hour grows late; retire for the night. "

 You offer a silent nod, watching him leave the tent. Following his guidance, you settle back onto the furs. After the tumultuous events of the day, slumber swiftly envelops you, embracing the plush comfort of the bedding.

The warmth seeping into your skin prompts you to wriggle out of the furs. The weight of an arm flung over your stomach arrests you, dread settling in your heart and coiling around it like a vice. Though yesterday's events come rushing back to you and you relax, your tense body melting into Loran's embrace.  

  Despite the circumstances that brought you here, he had shown nothing but kindness, even playfulness - he didin't really make you uneasy, and it seemed as though a burden had been lifted from your shoulders.

In the realm of uncertainty, his actions remained capricious, yet amidst this unpredictability, a newfound liberation enveloped your being, you were free. Loran, with an irresistible allure, draws you nearer, your bodies melding as your front meets his. You place your hands on his chest and gently create distance, huffing as he cuddles closer.

After struggling a bit more, you come to a stop and seize the opportunity to examine him closely. Withdrawing your hand from his chest, you gently place it on his cheek, relishing its velvety texture. Loran possessed a striking appearance. Tracing your fingers along his lips, the sensation of his tusks lightly brushing against your fingertips captivates you once more. Their smoothness leaves you mesmerized. The rounded tips are gentle and harmless; they would not cause any discomfort if you were to share a kiss.

 Blushing with embarrassment, your cheeks turn a rosy hue, and for a fleeting moment, you seek solace by burying your face into his chest. Raising your gaze once more, you cautiously wave your hand before his face, ensuring his continued slumber. With no signs of movement and a steady rhythm of breath, a sigh of relief escapes your lips. 

  Gradually, you shift your position, ascending along his form, while your heart flutters nervously within your chest. With a mixture of fascination and unease, you lean closer, drawn to an inexplicable magnetism emanating from him. His lips, so alluring, entice you irresistibly.

 Placing your hand on his cheek, you lean in with deliberate slowness, capturing his lips with yours. The sensation of his tusks grazing your skin sends a rush of pleasure up your spine. With closed eyes, you deepen the kiss, savoring the unexpected softness of his lips. His taste is intoxicating, akin to a forbidden elixir. You have always been drawn to forbidden pleasures.

With a hint of reluctance, you retreat, allowing your eyes to slowly unveil the world around you. A startled gasp escapes your lips as your gaze meets Loran's. Despite your endeavors to break free from his embrace, his arms encase you like unyielding steel, entrapping you. Loran's chuckle resonates with a profound and drowsy timbre, while his hand ascends to firmly grasp your chin. "Do not flee from me, Sma ni." ( little one )

His lips are on yours, gentle and governing. His other hand gripping your waist and quickly lifting you onto his chest. The sensation of his thick and moist tongue overpowering your mouth elicits a fervent moan from deep within you, while your thighs instinctively clasp around his stomach. As his hands glide up your top, the pads of his fingers diligently work out the tension in your soft skin. Gradually, they find their way to your hips, expertly guiding them to grind against his abdomen.

With a soft whine escaping your mouth, you break the connection of his kiss, and your tongue lazily protrudes, leaving a trail of warm saliva on your chin. A primal growl resonates from deep within his chest, causing your thoughts to blur. Your hands instinctively find their way to his chest, the rough hair gently tickling your palms. The pressure on your hips eases, and his hand tightly grasps your hair, enabling him to sit up and halt the rhythmic grind of your hips.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as the throbbing sensation between your thighs intensifies.  Loran's lips trail along the curve of your throat, delicately nibbling at your tender skin, while his tongue glides with ease. Suddenly, a tearing sound startles you and a rush of cool air caresses your newly bared legs. The remnants of your shredded trousers gracefully descend to the floor, leaving you vulnerable and exposed.

Upon the velvety fur, Loran tenderly positions you, his voracious eyes meticulously exploring the expanse of your body. In a swift motion, he removes the sole obstruction that conceals your body, leaving you vulnerable to his cravings. You clench your thighs, your pussy pulsating with emptiness. This man was sinful; he looked so delectable, his lips shimmering with the remnants of your passionate kisses, and his complexion adorned with a captivating flush.

He lets out a deep groan, settling himself amidst your thighs, the ache in your legs a mere whisper compared to the intensity of his touch, tongue dancing over your nipples, nipping and tugging. Loran's hand travels up your body, his thick fingers entering your warm, wet mouth. You suppress a gag and suck on them shyly, tears welling up in your eyes. As his fingers delve deeper into your throat, you grasp his wrist firmly, your hips grinding against his thick bulge.

Loran pulls his fingers from your mouth, watching the rivulets of saliva drip down his digits. Leaving a glistening trail of moisture along your body, Loran delicately caresses his fingers through the soft curls of hair on your pussy, teasing you with the soft touch of his fingertips. With deliberate precision, he gradually eases one digit into the confines of your snug entrance stretching you. You pull your fleshy bottom lip into your mouth, teeth digging painfully. Your lashes flutter, exposing the whites of your eyes as they roll back in blissful surrender, eyebrows arching. Your mewls are soft and pleading. "Mmph! L-Loran. Please "

Your voice is a siren's call to him, as you whimper and plead for him. His desire to possess you completely, to fuck you full of his cum, to have you swollen with his young, consumes him. The mere thought of it almost brings him to the brink of release. Granting mercy upon your adorable, fucked out face, he finally sinks his finger into your cunt, relishing the exquisite tightness that embraces him, while your delicate hands clutch his braid and tug.

  With his other hand, he gently cups your cheeks between his large, powerful fingers, causing your lips to pucker. His mouth descends upon yours, messy and dominating, leaving a trail of mingled saliva that pools down your flushed cheeks. He chuckles as your eyes wander elsewhere, glazed and hazy with pleasure as he eases a single finger inside you.

A high-pitched sound escapes your lips as he expertly probes a sensitive spot deep within you, causing your hips to tremble and your inner walls to clench around his fingers. Leaning closer, his warm breath brushes against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "Ayh lat naka ve cum, sma shara? " His mother tongue is foreign to you, but it sounds absolutely erotic, especially while he's stroking your drooling pussy skillfully. You shudder fervently, emitting mewls and whimpers, as the squelching noises of his thrusts fill the confined space of the tent. “I—uhn~ w-wait p-please, Lor…” You babble nonsensically. ( are you going to cum, little human? )

 Loran, in a teasing mood, complies with your dumb prattling, and moves away from you, fingers slipping out with an erotic pop. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your lower lip jutting out in a pout as tears well up in your eyes from the empty feeling in your pussy, your eyes widen at seeing him suck on his dampened fingers. “N-no, why’d you stop!” 

 With a chuckle, the Orc leans in to press a tender kiss on your flushed cheeks, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "I simply did as you asked, Faushnu," he whispers. Pulling back slightly, he studies your expression - your eyebrows furrowed, lips parted, and your chest rising and falling rapidly. "I did not mean for this," you whimper, grinding your hips against his growing bulge. “M-more. Give me more.” You give him a stern glare, that only turns him on more, his little hostage was so demanding. ( baby ) "Of course, Your Highness," he says, his tone dripping with playful mockery. Loran's large hands firmly grasp your waist, swiftly maneuvering you onto your stomach. With a gentle yet commanding motion, he elevates your hips, causing your face to be buried in the soft furs beneath you. The sensation is almost agonizing as your back arches, eliciting a sharp squeal from your lips. A glob of warm saliva unexpectedly lands on your moistened pussy, causing an involuntary clenching reaction. "What are yo--?" 

  Before you can finish, the sudden roughness of his tongue against your throbbing cunt has you seeing stars. His feral growls reverberate through the air, as his tongue delves and ravishes you with an insatiable fervor. Reduced to a whimpering wreck, tears of rapturous delight cascade down your flushed face.  Desperate to regain control, you weakly press your small hand against the crown of his head, attempting to halt the relentless onslaught. "No more, please, m'gunna cum. Want to cum for you," you manage to slur amidst incoherent babbling, your words a contradictory mix. 

Loran, enraptured by your musings, fingers your pussy once again, effortlessly finding that spongey nerve inside of you and deftly curling his thick finger into it, time and again. A torrent of scorching pleasure engulfs your entire being, as you succumb to an intense climax, your trembling thighs embracing his head while your pussy flutters around his finger.

" Loran! "You slur, thighs still convulsing as the feel of Loran's hands on the fat of your hips seems multiplied, your mind filled with goo. The rustle of fabric falling to the ground barely registers before his thick cock presses into your pussy, hands guiding your hips onto him. Warmth trickles onto your pulsing cunt, his saliva lubing where you connect. You clench around him, emitting obscene moans. 

   He delves deeper, your snugness yielding to his thick, heavy cock. You swear you can feel every pulsating vein, every ridge of him inside of you. You whimper and whine when he fucks half of his big cock into your tiny little hole, and you thrash and let out small mewls of pleasure. "Mmph, Lor--!! it won't fit!" you whimper amidst sobs. 

"Hm?" He utters, his voice a low hum, as he observes with rapt attention as you stretch around his green, monstrous cock. The pressure within your abdomen steadily intensifies, inch by inch, until Loran thrusts in the last couple of inches, his large balls flush against your engorged clit. You're already fucked stupid, pupils blown, and moans strewing from your lips. The Orc takes hold of your hand, guiding it towards your stomach, allowing you to feel the undeniable presence of his shaft protruding from your belly. "Do you feel me? Feel my cock in your insides, my little human?"

With a forceful motion, he retreats, then thrusts forcefully into you, his grip tightening on your hair as he pulls.  A fervent moan escapes your lips, as the resounding collision of his hips against your ass fills the air, the only thing you can hear. The wet squelching of your arousal intermingles with his precum, cascading onto the opulent furs beneath you. His name becomes a sacred mantra, slipping from your tongue like a fervent prayer. "S'good, m'gunna cum, let me cum, please, please."

With a gentle caress, Loran's hand ascends your stomach, pinching your sensitive nipples. You mewl, back arching as you clench and pulse around his thick length, cumming harder than before, a wave of darkness gently tinting your vision. A low, guttural moan reverberates from deep within you, harmonizing with Loran's unyielding thrusts. “That's a good fuckin’ girl.”

The Orc's hand comes down on your ass, observing the quivering flesh. Your violated hole trembles around Loran's thick length, and he snickers, his hips stuttering. "You're mine. Hm? Do you understand, pet?" His thrusts became more profound, faster, not giving you rest, groaning as you nod quickly, whimpering.

You turn your gaze towards him, his fingers constricting in your tresses. "Loran, want you to cum inside me, please." Your feeble arms emerge from beneath your form, delicate hands reaching to spread your pussy wider. "You will, right?"

 Your wanton plea hurls the massive Orc over the brink. Loran's hips slam into yours once more as his scorching cum coats your walls; the copious amount of it had you cumming once more. Loran continues to pump his seed into you, his cock still hard and balls full of cum. He longed to see you swollen with his offspring; he wouldn't stop until he knew you were trapped with him.

You are not permitted to rest until the early morning, curled against his chest with his seed leaking from your stretched opening. Your body is tender, marked with bruises on your neck and chest. Loran places his large hand on your cheek; although he is running late for the meeting, he decides to allow you more time to sleep.

He lifts you gently, thankful that he has cleaned you up and changed the bedding. You snuggle into his warmth, almost convincing him to delay for another hour. "My zemar, it's time to wake up. We must rise before the sun sets." (my heart)

Stirring in his arms, your eyelashes flutter before you slowly open your bleary eyes. Attempting to close them once more, his hearty chuckle resonates, partially rousing you. Placing you gently on the bed, he drapes one of his shirts over you, guiding your arms through the sleeves. Loran picks you up again, cradling you as he carries you out of the tent, shielding your eyes from the glaring sun. The short walk to the other side of the campsite goes unnoticed by you.

He arrives promptly, his raven perched gracefully on its stand. A soft whistle escapes his lips, a signal for the bird to gather the troops. Loran takes his place at the head of the table, positioning you to face him, your legs wrapped around his waist. With spit on his fingers, he traces circles around your cunt, pleased that it had returned to its original state, tight and warm. After lubricating your entrance, he spits on his palm and wraps his member in a firm grip, ensuring that it's slick. 

  Loran aligns himself with your little hole and eases inside, emitting a deep groan at the vice grip; you let out a sleepy moan, tightening around him. His large hands grip the fat of your hips, guiding you down the rest of his thick length. He pulls his shirt over your ass, concealing where his cock is nestled inside of you.

He has to stop himself from fucking you on the table in front of all his tribe members. Once he had you in the perfect position, his soldiers began to file into the room. He couldn't help but notice how your warm, tight hole was becoming slick. Unbeknownst to you, his thick cock was already buried deep within you.

The meeting unfolds seamlessly. With nightfall as their ally, they conspire to dismantle the impenetrable walls of the Kingdom on the morrow. A sacred covenant governs The Mammoth Clan, dictating that the fairer sex and the innocent offspring shall be spared from any affliction. Thus, the innocent shall be granted mercy and protection.

Awakening towards the end, your pussy pulsating and enveloping something thick and long. A twitching motion stirs inside you, nudging your G-spot. A soft moan escapes your lips as you hide your face in his neck. Loran dismisses it as your mere awakening, soothingly caressing your back. Only a fool would miss the evidence of your arousal - the glistening juices trickling down your bare thighs and the hint of green meeting a clenching hole

" Dismissed. "

The orcs file out of the room, speaking amongst each other. Loran's gaze descends upon your petite frame, concealed beneath his garments. He looks feral. Once the auditory commotion subsides, you cautiously lift your head, locking eyes with his penetrating stare.

"Loran, please."

The Orc emits a deep snarl, his lips forcefully meeting yours as he firmly grasps the flesh of your hips, hoisting you off his slick member. Swiftly, he plunges you back down, thrusting into you with fervor, fucking you onto him. You're moaning mess, the spit from your sloppy kiss sliding down your chin and eyes rolling to the back of your head. The sound of wet slapping resonates loudly within the confines of the tent. With a gasp for air, you disengage from him, your hands finding solace on his broad shoulders.

 A particular thrust causes the swollen, mushroom-shaped tip of his cock to abuse your g-spot and your moan is shrill. You climax, your body trembling around him, leaving a creamy, ivory ring at the base of his cock. Stars burst in your vision as you weakly press your lips against his throat, whimpering as he continues to thrust into you, your sensitive and throbbing core tender. " Lor-.. no more.. s’too.. much!" you sputter, sloppily pressing your lips to his and sucking on his large tongue. 

Despite the roughness of his hips snapping into yours, he caresses your sides softly and pulls away from your kiss, licking his lips. "Be a good pet, hm? Let me use my pussy, can you do that for me? " You nod hesitantly, and he smiles, sending your stomach to unfurl languidly. "S'my good girl." You bury your face in his neck with a whimper, but when your blunt little teeth sink into his collarbone it pushes him over the edge; and he stands up with you still bouncing on his cock, thrusting so deeply that you hiss. Ropes of cum paint your pulsing walls, filling you up.

Loran's shallow thrusts ensure not a single drop is wasted as you envelop him in your embrace, closing your eyes and inhaling deeply.

Mayhap, the circumstance of being dispatched to this place was not as grievous as first imagined...

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[writingforatwistedworld]

I reread the Rook ask with a tailor player and immediately saw the potential.

What if the player was a famous tailor and designer back in their world, that loved to make outfit and jewelry for their lover ? Like imagine the player using their knowledge of Disney to make a set of clothes and jewelries inspired by their villains counterpart. Like Vil get a whole fairest Queen inspired wardrobe, that is like the most accurate thing ever coupled with the matching jewelry. (And of course some others clothes that have nothing to do with it. The boy deserve variety.)

With Vil/Malleus/Leona. Pretty please ? 😚

(I swear I smell the potential for an AU or smth like that but I promise to behave and not flood your ask with it.)

Oh yes. THE POTENTIAL! (But seriously, people who are able to make clothing are so talented! Ever tried to sew a simple shirt? That stuff more complicated than it looks like.)

Dw about flooding my requests when they are open again. Just do it. I don't mind.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, imprisonment, possessiveness, poison, religion, obsession, kidnapping, stalking

Leona Kingscholar/Vil Schoenheit/Malleus Draconia-Darling who is a talented tailor

Usually Leona isn't someone who cares how he looks like as long as his clothing feels comfortable and doesn't get in his way

Keyword: usually

You see, that t-shirt you once made him is just so precious to him

Not that he would show that

He just might make sure that it doesn't get damaged or dirty if that can be avoided

And then you make him more clothing

His closer was never so full before you came...

Don't worry about the expenses though, he gives you always money in return

But oh dear, please save the poor soul who would damage it in any way

I can only say, all that Sand in Savanaclaw hasn't always been sand... (you catch my drift, right?)

And you might do send him signals of likin him

Under normal circumstances this would be all fine and dandy...

But we are talking here about characters that know that they are 2D ok? It's never that simple...

He will be everywhere

Following you around, watching you...

And back home you are known as “that one stranger who has made uncle Leona weird”

Be happy that they don't know that you are the Overseer

At least not yet

If someone else were to get clothing then he would make sure that they would be shredded into notingness

Only he is allowed to get them!

Just... don't stop making them. It's one of the few things which keep him in check

All those expensive brands? Now trash in his eyes

He has received clothing and jewelry from perfection themselves!

Maybe he doesn't need to use that love potion... *ahem* what?

But let's start from the beginning

One day you gave him just a small piece...

And now you are doing his entire wardrobe

He loves that one outfit which is based on the Fairest queen

Is that you telling him that he has finally reached her level??!

Like Leona, we can only wish the poor soul which damages those pieces in any pieces well

But no, Vil won't make them disappear without any trace

For that he is too haughty

He will publicly humiliate them to such an extent that they won't dare to set a foot outside of their home

And if that doesn't work... there are surely potions that can torment you to such a extent that you... Ok let's stop here

By the way, when was the last time you went out of your room and didn't sew?

Vil knows that you can't leave when he tells you that he “trusts you so much” and “needs that jacket plus the fitting earring till tomorrow”

Catching on? He will use your passion to keep you isolated

Like this he is not only the only person with whom you have contact but also the one you will always think about

If you were to say no though... once more, potion (this is getting old, isn't it?)

He will flaunt the things you make but when someone asks him where he got them they will experience such a nasty glare... Vil, this isn't good for your career...

Also, shouldn't you feel grateful that you are able to make clothing for the Vil Schoenheit?

Just don't make rings, he might misunderstand that for more than a friendly gesture

The price of Vils brand clothing? Cheap rags in comparison to what he wears on a daily basis

And then suddenly the royal tailor doesn't get any more requests from him anymore

Meanwhile, the future king of Briar Valley is screaming about presents from the Overseer

I'm not joking, screaming

Malleus doesn't just have problems with being way too obsessed (which is already bad enough in itself) but also believes that you are courting him

Something self-made with heart....

And oh, you need some red stone? Take this ruby here. Don't worry about it's worth

Yes, he promises you the world on a silver tablet every time you give him something new

And then you tailor him something which is inspired by his ancestor...

You might make him cry from happiness

Lilia is screaming, Sebek is screaming, Malleus is screaming and Silver would scream if he would be awake

But he doesn't dare to wear these on everyday occasions

Oh no

Only for special things

Like that one gathering of the Faes which ended with them bowing in front of a coat you once made for him

Be prepared to be spoiled in riches

Faes always repay their debts but this is something else for the monarch

He just wants to court you too, isn't this cute?

Oh God....

Don't give him too much in too little time

Otherwise you might find yourself in a unfamiliar tower with a spindle, sewing equipment, all kinds of diamonds and a lot of fabric woven from the most expensive material

Yes that spindle is the spindle

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere leona #yandere leona x reader #yandere leona kingscholar #yandere vil #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere vil x reader #yandere malleus #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #tw: yandere #tw: imprisonment #tw: possessiveness #tw: poison #tw: religion #tw: obsession #tw: kidnapping #tw: stalking

[darlingvhs]

typing “me n who?” knowing that i am difficult and unlovable

#tw yandere #yandere #yandere vent #irl yandere #yancore #actually yandere #obssesive love #obsessivecore #yandere lover #yandere girl #yanderecore #crushcore #bpd yandere #lovesick #love vent #possesive love #possessive suggestion #possessive

[mothgodofchaos]

Only

This is one of the most targeted things I have probably ever written. It was supposed to be a lot more Yandere, but honestly, I like the direction this took. Very different than your traditional Damien fic.

Damien x GN!Reader, TW: possessiveness, hypnosis, stalking, yandere? Words: 516

Sometimes you wondered if the mayor was following you on purpose. I mean, you were his assistant. There were bound to be scenarios in which you needed him to follow you, or you were going in the same direction. But it became more of a noticeable thing, and less of a coincidence with time. It was the brief touches as he grabbed the papers from your hands, the gentle grab of your waist as he moved you out of the way to scoot past, him standing ever slightly too close to you in the elevator. You could feel his breath on your neck, smelling of peppermint tea that you’d make for him every morning. Or the way that his cane would tap against the hallway floor just a little bit louder whenever you were around. You were suddenly hyper aware of him, his presence around you, his movements. You felt like you were being slowly driven insane, you couldn’t take your mind off of him in the office. Then it started leaking into your home life. You started thinking you were seeing him behind you on the road, or his car was parked across the street. But every time you looked again you were either wrong or it was plain wrong. You finally confronted him after months of it going on, all your mind can think of is him. You’ve become obsessed, and you’re restraining yourself from just throwing yourself at him. He glances up at you from the other side of his desk, a wicked smile from over the top of his newspaper. He places it down, making sure all the creases were perfect before turning his full attention to you. His icy blue eyes pierce yours, your brain going fuzzy as the smell of peppermint returns. “Oh you’ve finally given in, haven’t you, my little monster~?” His words clear the air like a warm arm around your shoulders. Comforting, safe, right where you belong. He stands up, guiding you by your hands into his lap behind his desk, you snuggle in, just as you did all those times before. He had been training you for months, the tea in the morning, the effect only lasting until he finished his cup and the smell went away. But for that time, you were his, and only his. He had taken care of others who had even gone as far to look at you with any sort of perceived intent. He wanted to make sure you remained his, and only his. Of course, he had to make sure you were being monitored at home as well, following you home, his bodyguards had an uncanny resemblance to him. Always protected, of course. Couldn’t have any other suitors trying to get to you. You were only his! Only his. He caresses your chin, gentle kisses along your jaw as you fall back into your love-drunk state, eyes for only him. As it should be. You coo for him, just for him to hush you with his lips. “It’s alright, my dove. I’m here. You’re safe, right where you belong~”

#damien #wkm damien #damien x reader #wkm damien x reader #mayor damien #mayor damien x reader #damien markiplier #TW: possessiveness #TW: stalking #TW: hypnosis #TW: yandere #meek mayor #chaoswrites

[rinhaler]

hey hey, ik ur requests are closed so im gonna leave this till u open them back up,

imagine Yakuza Boss!Toji bucking his hips into you, bored out of his mind at his meeting, you’re cute whimpers and whines for him to slow down slightly amusing him as a smirk tugs at the corner of his lips, all this happening while his most trusted subordinates watch as he fucks into you at this meeting, while you just sit on his lap babbling about how good he feels until he finally makes you squirt, causing him to stop the meeting and kick everybody out so he can abuse your little hole some more, wanting to see you squirt for him more. :3

I feel like I went a little off script and I threw some Shiu in there too bc we're all sluts for Shiu right?? Bon apetit!

warnings: 18+ MDNI, age gap, possessiveness, slight jealousy, slightly mean toji, dom!toji, exhibitionism, public sex, oral fixation, squirting, daddy!kink, DDLG esque?, pussy spanks.

words: 1.6k

“She shouldn’t be in here.” Shiu comments, his boss gives him a passive stare before looking in your direction. You sit politely with your hands in your lap and a shy smile, looking awkwardly around the room full of terrifying men. “She shouldn’t be listening to the shit we’re discussing.”

“I shouldn’t be listening to this shit, either. What the fuck do I pay you all for?” Toji responds, putting his arm around the back of your seat as he scoffs. “She’s needy, she needs constant attention and I know all you filthy fucks have got your eye on her so I don’t want her out of my sight.”

Shiu groans, but stands to his feet. You feel bad, really, you know what an inconvenience you are but you do try your best to remain demure and out of the way. But he’s right, you’re needy. And to be honest you’re a little afraid. Since you’ve become Toji’s plaything you’ve got a target on your back. You know with all of the security and loyal men at his disposal the odds of anything happening to you are slim. But still, you know it isn’t impossible.

Toji’s second in command leads the meeting in the board room, and you are engaged and silent as he speaks. It’s something about a territory dispute. You don’t fully understand but you know it’s illegal and dangerous. And you begin to whimper as they discuss resorting to violence.

The sound catches Toji’s attention. It seems you’ve been paying more attention than he has. He’s got more money than sense, and that is why he keeps Shiu around. But he can read you like a book. He knows when you’re happy or sad, angry or scared. And now, he sees how hard you’re trying to hold in the fear you feel. He knows what always makes you feel better, though. And he’s bored out of his fucking skull.

He shows no care or consideration for his audience as he lifts you from your seat and into his lap. Shiu stutters a little as he watches Toji manhandle you, your legs spread apart over his own before he touches under your little miniskirt. He smirks, kissing your shoulder when he feels your naked flesh.

“Good girl, no panties, jus’ like I told you.”

He doesn’t see a point to you wearing panties, he told you that after your first encounter. He told you he’d be keeping you around and you were his perfect little girl. And perfect little girls don’t need panties.

“Perfect little girls just need to keep their cunts wet for their daddy’s.” that is what he told you.

Your face flushes with heat when you realise if anyone in the room is brave enough to look they’ll see your dripping little slit. You aren’t sure how brave Toji’s men really are, though. But Toji is bold and uncaring and he knows what he wants. Always.

You gasp, softly, stealing a few gazes from the men in the room. Shiu is busy trying to keep the meeting on track and keep everyone focused. And it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before. He knows your pussy like the back of his hand, too. Because Toji loves to show you off. But he’ll never share. But his second in command knows better than most what your cute cunt is capable of. It’s a novelty to him, now. Why would he steal glances when he knows his generous boss will brag about you in private to him?

You fall forwards, little hands slamming against the table top as Toji rams his cock into you without remorse. He holds your hips, pulling you down until the back of your thighs smack against his. His fingers squeeze into your doughy skin, sure to leave bruises as he’s often one to do. Any fear that you’d felt at the thought of the men surrounding you committing acts of violence are a distant memory, now. You’re too busy trying to steady yourself through daddy’s onslaught.

“P-Please, fuck, please… daddy! S-Slow down!” you beg, a smirk sprawls like wildfire across his face as he listens to your desperate pleas.

“No no no, you don’t tell me what to do,” he reminds you. A light slap coming down on your clit as he continues fucking up into you. “Stop thinking, just take it, princess.”

Shiu sighs, his focus wavering as you continue to moan and yelp through Toji’s never ending fucking. He lights a cigarette for himself and then hands one to Toji. He takes a hand away from your hip to bring it to his lips, and Shiu proceeds to light his and then his own.

He continues to speak as if nothing is happening. He’s so calm and collected, but it’s no wonder. Toji is a man he’s known for as long as he can remember and he knows all of the complexities that come with him. Not to say that you are complex. You’re probably the best thing that’s ever happened to him, truthfully. But it isn’t as much of a distraction as it seems to be for the rest of his subordinates.

Toji chortles when he watches Shiu slot his thumb into your mouth, his other hand still holding his cigarette with no care to where the ash lands. The lackeys are even more confused, now, do they share you? Toji isn’t the type to share, no, but he isn’t going to chastise Shiu for doing what he needs to do to get through his meeting.

Besides, you look quite cute sucking on his thumb. He always thinks you look cute when you’re sucking on something, though. You hold onto Shiu’s wrist as you suckle on his thumb. And you hate that he won’t give you any attention, especially when you’re blinking up at him with pretty, wet eyes. Doesn’t he want to admire how cute you’re being for him?

You begin to act up, mewling loudly around his fingers as you try to get him to look at you. But it only ends in another wet slap on your pussy from Toji and a particularly rough cantering of his hips. He pulls you back towards him, your shoulder blades cushioned by his pecs as you’re pulled into him.

Shiu wipes your saliva from his thumb onto his blazer and gives you a passive glance before focusing on the men in the room again. He snaps his fingers in a bid to command their attention.

Toji, however, is fixated on you. His sharp canines ghost over your jugular. Your heart rate quickens and so do the shallow breaths escaping your throat. He silences you, his hand smothers your lips as he continues to nip and bite softly with ease. It’s exciting, and terrifying, because you know he could tear out your throat if he really wanted to.

“Did I just hear you beggin’ for another man’s attention, princess?” he whispers, his large palm pushing your legs further apart before repeatedly slapping down against your firm clit. “Is daddy’s cock ruinin’ you not enough, hah? Because I’ll stop, right now, and you can forget about cumming for a while. A long fucking while, darlin’.”

You muffle your protests through his smothering palm. Of course he’s enough! You got carried away, that’s all. He’s more than enough. You don’t need anyone else’s attention. Just him. Only him.

“Heh, that’s what I thought.” he laughs, harshly, licking a fat stripe up your neck with his wide tongue. Tears spill from your eyes as he continues to pound into you, gritting his teeth with each squeeze and stifled moan he’s suffocating with his hand. He wraps his free hand around your torso and drills upwards into your slippery heat.

Your moans become louder as you reach your peak. He repeatedly nudges your sensitive insides in the most beautiful way and forces you to clench and wince and fucking scream through your nostrils as he drags your orgasm out of you.

And eyes begin to turn white as they roll into the back of your head. Your body turns limp as his touch forces an orgasm from your body. Your body is wracked as you violently shake through it, your cunt squirting all over his lap and onto the floor below. He moans, boisterously at your display.

It doesn’t go unnoticed by the men in the room, either, as the sound of gushing water hits the ground below.

Toji bends you over the desk, carnal desire flooding all sense that he has. He pushes your head down so your cheek is squished against the table. You look up at Shiu, blinking pathetically. And now, you do have his attention. Toji hisses, flipping your skirt up to reveal your plump ass. He has no doubt his men will find it difficult not to look.

“Everyone out, now.” he commands, his men readily jump to their feet and begin to filter out of the room. Shiu stubs his cigarette out on the table top, not even an inch away from your nose and he prepares to leave. “Not you. Stay.” Toji orders. Shiu chuckles, weakly, and takes a seat.

“What do I owe this pleasure?” he asks, tucking your hair behind your ear as he watches your fucked out face continue to swallow Toji’s cock again and again. “Sorry I couldn’t give you any attention, angel. That meeting was a disaster, huh?” he smiles.

“This isn’t your pleasure, Shiu.” Toji informs him. “She jus’ likes it when you watch.”

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[oh-katsuki]

izuku is def the jealous type but it’s not even intentional like you’re all at a party and you and katsuki have gotten a bit too touchy to izuku’s liking he for sure gets mad and makes you know it

i think izuku’s jealousy is so unique to him. the kind that is all warm smiles, sweet touches and gentle laughs until someone steps too close. and i don’t think he lets on too much when he’s around the person, just keeping his hand on your lower back. kind of like a warning. 

but he makes it known to you when you finally get home. coos at you in that sweet voice of his asking if you had fun at the party. and when you inevitably say yes, he’ll tell you that he’s more fun, split you open on his fingers, then his tongue, then his cock. all while asking who makes you feel this good. coos in your ear while he’s got himself buried to the hilt that don’t worry, he knows that you only have eyes for him. he’s the only one who makes you feel this good. 

and it’s not malicious, but his jealousy is sexy. because he looks for physical confirmation as well as verbal. izuku, kind and giving and greedy, asks for both. 

#[ 🏩 – chatting ] #tw: jealousy #tw: possessiveness

[seawaveleo]

he's decked out! like literally, he is decked out. he became decked out

#(i need more stuff about tango being possessed by decked out it's great) #tangotek #tango tek #hermitcraft #mcyt #hc9 #hc s9 #face horror #face horror tw #(<- jic i don't know what qualifies as horror here but like. i'm gonna assume some people don't wanna see that lol) #waveleoart #art #digital art #fanart