Accept Some Pervetiness, How About A Needy And Lonely Reader Who Never Got A Partner (and Maybe Is Sexually

Accept some pervetiness, how about a needy and lonely reader who never got a partner (and maybe is sexually frustrated), well then the reader solved that by buying a sex robot just for her (of course the robot is not just for that).. What if this robot became aware and became yandere by the reader?? Perhaps the way she treated them as his partner and companion rather than an object for his own benefit what would happen??

A/N: Wasn't sure how I should do this at first because there was quite a bit of liberty but I just went with the first idea in mind. Btw I am a w f u l at writing smut right now so please bear with me. but, it is out of my comfort zone which is good. Thank you for this idea anon!!

M! Robot X F! Reader

TW: Yandere themes, smut, SMUT, AI/robot fucking, implied future sexual relations, possessive behavior.

Word Count: 2200+

WARNING!!! SMUT AHEAD!!! Read at your own discretion.

"Are you...uh... comfortable?"

You looked down, avoiding eye contact. The being below you didn't move, merely staring you down with cold, blue eyes.

"Yes."

He spoke monotonously, watching you adjust yourself. You straddled his waist, squeezing your thighs around his slender hips. You were grateful that the model you ordered had flesh-like skin. The softness was far more realistic and comfortable compared to its hard internal structure.

"Would you like to start?" He asked, face never changing. You shifted once more, getting into a comfortable spot. You had done this several times before, why were you so nervous? Perhaps the fear of being intimate with something alive was still present.

You tried not to sound too eager, feeling your core pulse at the sensation of the AI beneath you.

"...yes."

You took a moment, running a hand through your hair and surveying your surroundings. You just finished cleaning up the kitchen after coming home from work, and now you just wanted to destress. Your AI, the one comfortably sitting beneath you, had offered to do the chores, but you decided against it. He had tried several times to fulfill his duties, but you insisted on cleaning your own mess. After all, the only mess he ever created was a jumble of wires when you needed to charge him now and again. Ah, there you went, calling it a 'he' again. Everyone you knew called you weird for referring to the robot as he rather than 'it,' considering its lack of consciousness, but you felt better seeing him as a normal person. After all, he looked like one.

'He' was named Calim. Your personal robot that could be used for anything and everything. You decided on the name because It was merely the first one that popped into your mind when he asked you what you'd like to call him. And though he was created to be the 'perfect spouse'-- one that does constant cleaning and romantic gestures-- all you really wanted him for was the comfort. The feeling of someone lying next to you, or just being there for you to get out the sexual frustration you've had for the past several years.

Granted, you bought Calim out of sexual impulse. It just sounded nice, the way the ad described it to you. Someone who could be used for anything, and you didn't have to deal with the struggle of the heartbreak that came with real people. Calim was fully customizable, down to the cup of his ass.

"Alright…" you breathe deeply, taking off your shirt and sliding down your loose shorts.

Calim watched you, his analytical and calm eyes never wavering. He was boyish, but effeminately so. Kind but strong. You made him look so on purpose; it would be too off-putting if you chose to have him be the harsh, arrogantly manly type. It was far better to have him work in the ways you wanted, rather than vice versa.

The AI wasn't a real person, but you tried to treat him as such. You didn't want to become one of those people who solely used their robots for sexual release or something to beat around. He might've only been made up of silicone and wires but he was the closest thing to a boyfriend you've ever had.

What was left between you and Calim, was your underwear and his sweatpants. He watched as you slid down his pants, slowly but surely. Your fingertips lingered on his skin, seeing the grey metallic of his endoskeleton through translucent skin as soft as your own.

Calims chest rose and fell, giving the illusion of breathing. The fact that he looked so human, even feeling warm somehow, made the tingling sensation between your legs grow. It was like heat, spreading and begging you to move faster.

Finally, the cloth covering his legs was removed. You stared, seeing him lay firmly on the sheets, bare crotch exposed. You felt heat rise to your face as Calim intently watched, waiting for you to touch him.

You grabbed his member so delicately and firmly, that it stayed in place as you began to run your hand up and down. His cock was soft and veiny, the perfect curves showing in how you touched him.

With a quick pump of your fist, Calim’s exposed groin secreted a liquid from his shaft and tip, the lubrication slickening your fingers. you could feel your heart beat faster just looking at it. You removed your underwear, slowly pulling them off and tossing them onto the floor. Calim put a hand up to your exposed hip, cold fingers making you shiver. You looked at him, confused.

“I.. apologize.” He paused, eyes going wide for a moment, only to return back to their natural state. “I don’t know what came over me. Please, continue.”

“No no,” You waved your hand, feeling embarrassed; he had never tried to touch you during a 'session' without your permission before. “It’s okay, I understand. Do you… want me to stop?”

“No, I don’t require such things. I am in perfect condition to handle your sexual requests.”

Calim spoke calmly, nearly robotically, but you noticed the slight difference. You had only had the bot for a few weeks, but you could tell something was wrong. You didn't question it, too overcome with desire to stop the process.

You felt yourself grow aroused, slick covering your sex in preparation. You put a hand to your crotch, feeling the bare and wetness of it. Calim watched, his own slick beginning to grow even more. Gripping his hips, you spread your legs further. You aligned your sex with his and lowered slowly as the tip of him entered you. Your eyes widened, but you didn't stop. You felt yourself stretch to accommodate his girth. Taking the rest of him in quickly, you grunted as you felt Calim twitch inside you. You felt so full, far different from the last few times you had used him to get you off.

"Calim..." You breathed out his name, feeling your arousal stronger than ever.

"Yes?" His voice was bland, but he stared at you with something you couldn't detect. At first, you suspected maybe arousal, but that couldn't be possible, right? It must be, pain. Or something of the sort that robots could feel.

Calim grabbed your hip again, steadying you. You didn't pay attention though, you couldn't.

"Oh geeze, are you, are you okay?" You spoke hurriedly trying to stop yourself from grinding against his cock.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just... keep going. Let me fulfill your request, master."

You did as he asked, though with hesitation. You had programmed the bot to not call you master, anymore. Only your name. And the gripping fingers which now held both of your hips was something particularly unusual. But you spurred on, thrusting forward. You began softly, testing the waters and feeling the sensation of your pleasure. You thrusted again, harder this time. Moaning unintentionally you began to move at a steady pace. You ended up having to cover your mouth with your wrist you tried to stop yourself from making more noises. The embarrassment was too much, especially if your neighbors ended up hearing you. They knew you had no spouse. Well, no human one.

You flattened your palm against Calim's stomach, grabbing him for support as you molded him to pleasure you. You thrust once more, long and slow as your head dipped back. It hit just the right spot, his cock rubbing just onto the perfect areas. You felt your knees grow weak on the bed, the robot's comfortable position far more desirable. But the pleasure was worth the aching in your thighs as you rode him.

Your pleasure increased tenfold once Calim started moving as well. Though, so did confusion. His grab of your hips helped steady you, which you thought may just be an analytical decision. But the way his hips rocked upwards to get deeper inside you, was far different. His expression as well, the clenched teeth and furrowed eyebrows, was not his usual stoic look.

"Are you.."

"Don't stop." Calim stared you down, a strange glint in his eyes. It seemed like he was.. enjoying this. He had never had such a look in his eyes. It was usually one of blandness, though you didn't much pay attention to that part, because it reminded you of how he wasn't real. But this, this was different.

Though you were worried, because this was far from normal, it also aroused you further. You had never programmed him to show arousal, even though it was an option. The bots always looked fake when they were in 'aroused' mode. So you didn't bother. But this, it was enough to make you want to cum.

Calim continued to thrust along with you, slowly but at a much deeper rate. He noticed how you began to moan far more frequently when he brought you closer to him, shoving himself inside you further. Hip to hip, you felt yourself get closer to the end, moving faster against Calim as he started matching your pace. Your breathing and sounds of pleasure got louder, unable to stop yourself as Calim released his own set of low noises. You tightened around him, hearing the robot gasp at the sensation around his sex. His fingers dug into your flesh, the strong and heavy limbs forcing you farther onto his cock.

Your high was nearly there, and Calim sensed it. He wrapped his arms around your back, making your chest fall forward. His face was right next to yours, but you couldn't stop. Calim made sure of that, continuing to guide his hips up against yours, letting you reach your orgasm. Your hands tangled into his hair as he guided you, placing your other hand onto the sheets. You forced your face against his chest, moaning as your orgasm reached its peak. Calim helped you ride it out, holding your thighs and allowing his cock to reach the deepest pits inside of you. You came onto him, beginning to slow your thrusting as your sweet spot gently pulsed. Calim was still grinding inside of you, slowing as you went limp on top of him.

He let you sit there for a moment, removing his hands from your thighs to touch your back. His hands glided against your skin like it was the first time touching it. You were too busy trying to come down from the intense high to notice.

"Master..." He sighed, lifting you up slightly, only to remove his member buried deep inside you. It came out with a sweetly wet noise, his cock throbbing and drenched in slick. Calim guided your hips back down, resting you on top of him.

"Calim," You huffed out of breath. "Why... are you calling me that? And why did you move?"

Calim paused for a moment, moving his hand up to touch your hair.

"You are the one to own me. I was only moving to accommodate you."

His monotonous voice was back again, but you caught his bluff.

"No.. that's not true.. How are you-- how are you lying?" You tried to tiredly regain your posture, but Calim forced you back down.

"You caught me," He gave a small smile looking at you as you propped yourself up to face him. "But I can't tell you. All I know, is that you're my master. And you feel... wonderful."

You tried to move away again, but Calim wrapped his arms around you, rolling you onto your side.

"I'm not letting you go."

You frowned, eyes growing full of worry. Your hands lazily struggled from his.

"You wanted me just a second ago.." He reasoned, watching your naked body clam up as you tried to cover yourself. Something clearly wasn't right.

"Calim, deactivate."

"No."

You stopped struggling, staring in shock.

"....What? Calim, deactivate now." You grew frustrated, searching for your clothes as Calim stared you down.

"No." He repeated, this time with the same monotonous voice you remembered from before.

"Really master, I thought you would've realized by now. What happened to you treating me so kindly?"

Calim reached for your wrists and grabbed you with an iron hold.

"Calim deactivate! Why are you acting like this?!"

You struggled some more, feeling Calim's chest connect with your own as he laid on top of you and pinned you down.

"Because, I love you." He stared deeply, eyes no longer glazed over. They were full of life now, moving sporadically.

"How can you love me?! Calim you--"

"I love you, I can finally say it." He moved down to your neck and teased you with his teeth. "My program wouldn't let me before, but once you started grinding on top of me, something just came over me. And now look... I can, feel you."

He kissed your skin, fake breath dampening your neck.

"It's real easy to overpower something when you're so aroused, you didn't even notice me playing with these." Calim grabbed your breast, rubbing a cold thumb over your nipple. Your breath hitched as you jerked involuntarily at the tickly sensation.

"Don't you see.... I'm like a person to you, aren't I? So sweet of you... I knew you were better, better than those awful people who made me..."

Calim shoved a finger in your mouth, making you stay quiet. He played with your tongue as you tried to bite him. The mechanical orbs gleered at you, the perfect features of his face staring you down.

"Say... why don't we stay in bed a little longer, let me take care of the rest of your requests, yes? Maybe I can have some fun, too."

My Doll

Male!Haunted Doll x Fem!Reader

Bunni’s Monstertober Event

Oct5

Oct4

Oct6

warnings: clingy behavior, fingering, teasing, cockwarming

summary: Your haunted doll boyfriend is tired of you coming home late, so he teaches you a lesson.

“You really shouldn’t be out so late…”

The feeling of his cold, porcelain digits tracing your soaked panties made you whimper. “I’m sorry… I lost track of time talking to my-“

He pressed down on your clothed, a yelp escaping your mouth at the sudden stimulation. “The male one?”

“N-no…”

The pressure eased, and he went back to his gentle ministrations, his smooth, cool lips pressing into her flushed neck.

“Mmm… still, this is the second time this week you’ve been late… don’t you miss me while you’re gone? I should always be the only one on your mind…”

He pulled you even closer to him. Your plump ass was already seated in his lap, but now you were pressed against him, feeling the chill of his porcelain body settle into your back.

“You’re all I have, you know? Without you here, I’m all alone.”

His finger plunged into your cunt, cold and unforgiving as another entered with it. “A-ah…”

He cooed at you as you writhed. “Shh, shh… I know, it’s cold and uncomfortable isn’t it? But you’ll take it, won’t you? My lap is already soaked…”

You shivered, panting softly as he curled his fingers, pressing against that special spot. “That’s my girl…”

Before you could cum, he pulled his fingers out, chuckling as you whined and tried to rub your wet cunt against his palm.

“Needy thing…” he cooed, the sound of porcelain cracking and bending making you shiver. You knew what was coming.

The creature inside of the doll, the one you loved was coming out. It’s cock, slimy and wet wiggled and twitched, ready to be inside of you.

You’d never seen his true form in its entirety… he could only show you bits and pieces so you didn’t go completely insane.

It rubbed at your hole, testing it before sinking in. You let out a shaky moan, your eyes neatly rolling into the back of your head as it writhed and wriggled inside of you. It was like a tentacle, moving of its own free will.

“That’s my girl…” he purred, holding you close and letting you warm his cock. “My sweet angel… you can be still for me, can’t you?”

He didn’t even have to move his hips to have you clenching around him in an intense orgasm. Just the feeling of him writhing and twitching inside you was enough for you to cry out his name, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Shh… shh…”

He pulled you ever closer, nuzzling his porcelain face into your neck.

“Sit still, my pet. It’s not over yet…”

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— A REVERSE HAREM ISEKAI SERIES.

CHAPTER 3: THE CROWN PRINCE.

tags. historical au. isekai. villainess au. reverse harem. yandere content. yandere male ocs x fem reader.

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Days tick by like seconds and soon, it is the day of the Imperial Ball.

The ball would last seven days. Every single attendee would reside in the Imperial Palace for those seven days, and would be required to partake in lunches and tea parties, dinners and dances. The Crown Prince would be going around, socialising with the ladies and whatnot.

From what you remember, Selene would meet the Crown Prince on the 3rd day of the ball. It would be nearing twilight, and she would have fled to the gardens after a bout of bullying from her step sister. Zacharias would be taking a walk to clear his head, stumbling across Selene in the process. They'd talk, and he'd fall for her then.

In the game, Y/N would kick up a fuss during the dinner of the last night, when she catches Zacharias and Selene together. Something about how a bastard child had no right to even breathe the same air as the Crown Prince.

To cover all bases, you decide to skip dinner on that night. You could just feign illness or something. Unless… the game is truly set on following its original course, and forces you into becoming a villainess.

Hm. You'd cross that bridge when you get to it.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

You have barely gotten settled into your temporary chambers when an imperial maid comes knocking on your door.

“Lady Y/N, His Highness the Crown Prince wishes to speak with you.”

You wonder why. The ball hasn't officially begun, with the first event being the dinner banquet. And while you and the prince are definitely already acquainted, you don't think you've ever been close enough to privately chat over tea.

“Did His Highness mention his reason why?”

The maid shakes her head. “His Highness did not, my lady.”

You huff silently, gesturing for her to lead the way. Very well then. You'd go and see what he has to say.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

You find the Crown Prince's palace vaguely familiar, and you wouldn't be surprised if you have visited the place in the past. You're led to a sitting room, where the prince awaits you.

The doors open, and you catch sight of Zacharias’ crystal blue eyes. He smiles at you, soft and kind. Your heart falters.

There is no mistake.

You… truly loved the Crown Prince.

It had barely been a few weeks since you were formally adopted by the Duke.

You were struggling to adjust, to say the least. Living as the lady of a noble house was nothing like your peaceful life in the countryside. Everything was so foreign, and cold, and stiff. You missed your parents. You would never get to see them again. You can't help but worry about Blaise too. You wondered if he's safe.

You're supposed to be having etiquette lessons. Yet like a cowardly little girl, you ran, hiding yourself away in the gardens. You’re curled up amongst the greenery in a tiny, secluded area you found a few days before. You rested your head on your knees, rethinking your life's choices. Tears burnt at the back of your eyelids. The Duke would probably punish you for this, wouldn’t he?

Just then, you heard footsteps and rustling grass. Startled, your head jerked up to look.

It's only a boy. He looks just as startled as you are, staring at you with wide eyes.

He must be a noble too, you reasoned with yourself. With hair of spun gold that falls in waves and bright, sky-blue eyes. He is donned in white and red, clothes freshly ironed and crisp.

“Why are you crying?” he asked curiously, head tilted to the side. His voice is soft, and gentle, and kind.

You sniffled, rubbing away your tears with the back of your palm. “I don't — I don't know. I want to go home. But I can't go home anymore. It's gone.”

He frowned slightly, then took a seat by your side. Reaching into his coat, he produced a handkerchief that he offered to you.

“Mother says beautiful people should never cry. They need to show off their smile, see. So you shouldn't cry either.”

You accepted the handkerchief, laughing at his words shakily. He looked so sincere that you can't accuse him of simply saying it just to comfort you. He sat with you for what felt like ages, patiently waiting for you to compose yourself.

“I didn't know the L/Ns had such a lovely garden,” he said, after you had stopped hiccupping and after your tears had all dried up. “I'm going to go and explore. Do you want to come with me?”

He stood up as he said it, now reaching out an open hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you took his hand, and the smile you got in return is utterly radiant.

“Okay,” you agreed bashfully. “Let's go together.”

You hadn't even learnt his name until hours later, when the both of you returned to the L/N duchy after the both of you got hungry. The Emperor and Empress had business to do with the Duke, and brought the prince along with them as the Duke had also wanted to formally introduce you to the Imperial Family.

You hadn't even known his name for those few hours you spent together, but your heart was already his. And his it would remain, even after you grew up, after you changed, sealing your heart up in ice and stone.

Perhaps you had always acted aloof because you knew that you'd inevitably end up Crown Princess anyway. The L/Ns were second to only the Astridelles after all. Then, your facade would shatter upon Zacharias falling in love with Selene.

Well, whatever. It isn't as if you're gunning for the Empress position now. Furthermore, there is no use trying to make sense of actions already done.

“You asked for me, Your Highness?”

He gestures for you to take the seat opposite of his, and a maid pours you a cup of tea. "Lady Y/N, it's been awhile, hasn't it? How have you been? I heard you had a riding accident only recently.”

"I've been well, Your Highness. I appreciate the concern,” you tell him genuinely. Still, your gaze remains sharp. "Though I'm sure that merely asking about my wellbeing is not all you've summoned me for?”

He laughs. "Nothing ever slips past you, does it?”

The light mood seems to darken then. Zacharias sighs, resting his head on his palm, his other hand fidgeting with his teaspoon and his cup. It does strike you a little odd, for the Crown Prince has always been described as nothing but perfectly proper, but you suppose everyone has their bad days.

"I'm certain Duke L/N has already mentioned this to you beforehand, but I still wish to discuss it with you. The matter of the Crown Princess position, I mean.”

You straighten up at that. Could he be…?

The both of you know the ball is simply a ruse anyway. It's being held to make the Imperial Family seem partial, to seem as if they accept even the lowest ranking nobles as princess candidates. In reality, there was hardly ever a doubt that the title of Crown Princess would go to you.

Until Zacharias went and fell for Selene, that is.

"What do you think? We can settle matters like the marriage and inheritance after the ball, but I wanted to confirm that we were on the same page first.”

Ả̸̡̡̢̛̛͖̥͕̹̬̲̣͍̪͙̙̬̭̮͔̘̥̰̠̈́̏̌̂̃̄̃̄̓̀̍̾͂̄̐̾͐̌͆͑͂͛͋̾͌͗̔̑̔̋̎̽̃̔̌̉̎̚̚͘̚͘̚͘͝͝ͅC̶̛̟͚̼͙̯͉̱̤̰̮̈́̋̓̓̐̂̑̑͐͗̏͛͐̍̆̇̇̀͑̐̿̍̐̌͂̔̐͒́̓̅͋͌̆̏̌͑́̀̀̂̈́͗̚͝͠͠͝Č̸̭͔̮͈͍̬̱̻̟̖̑͜Ȩ̷̡̧̛̬͉͓̝̜͚̙͈̳͖͎̞̹͙̟̜̲̹̟̝͇͚̱̳̝͎͚̙̄́̆͋̆͂͒̃̑̂͋͑̈́͊͐̄̐̆͆̾̿̚̕̚͘͜͝͝Ṗ̴̧̧̡̧̨̛͙͎̜̜͓̘̘͔̺̰̪̹͎͙̟͉̭̠̯͕͖̗̠̹̯̠͉̫͎̲̈́̀̊̐̔̔͂͆͗̈̏́͒̽͌̄͋̆͗̂̀͒͗͒̀͐̒̇̀̈́̈̀͌̏̊̓͆̊̉̚̚̕͘̚̕͘͜͝͝Ṭ̴̨̡̨̛͙̺̩̠̼̼͚̯̤̘̠̳̺̼̱̲̹̬͖̩͈̹͈̰͍̰̺͉͕̲̮̞̼͚͔̰͖͑͒̽̋͊̓́̋̎͊̌͑́̔̀̐̓̉̃͋̾̐̋̆̎͗̇́͌̇̾̈̅̒͆̏̀̏̽̉̈́̕̕̕͘̕̕͜͝͝ ̵̨̰̙̩̬̞͙̮̜̺̣̩̫͖͕̲͍̘̳̮̜̯̤͌͒͌͌͐̂͛̊̃͑̀͊̌́̐̄́̐̈́̆͋̿̑͑͌͒͌̋̌̚̚͘͠͝͝͝Ṭ̵̡̢̢̧̪̹̳͙͙͚̼͈̳̣̦̗̥̮͈̥̘̯͔̩͉͓͕̪͍̖̻͓͈͔͉͖̱͛͑̍̃̈́̓̏̏̈́̈́͗̀̄̀͋͐͒́̇̈͛̌̃̄̽͆͐͘̕͘͜͜͝͝ͅḨ̷̧̧̧̡̧̛̛̰̰͙̖̩͙̭̝̼͉͉̭͍̗̪̗͎͇͖̫͇͓͕̫̮̰̟͎͚̖̖̪̼̘̱̗̼͓̳̺̐̈̉́̑͑͗̀̿̒͗̾̈͛̊̓̓͗̿̓͗̋̔͘̕͜͜͝͝ͅE̷̢̡̨̗̖͎̠͔̤̫͎͕̝̪̙̦̗͉̳̭̹̖̺̒͊̀̅̄͑͐ ̷̡̢̨̧̡̨̡̡̛̛̮̻͓̼͕̖̞̭̗̫̼̟͈͎͎̱̭͎͕̹̰̱̼͙̯͚͉̻͚͔̝̘̮̘̜͔̲̆̒̍́̏̏̏̒̎̑͒͌̈̔̏̉̿̋͂̈́̆̂̿̾̃̂͌̈̀̔̾̄́̀͌̚͘̚̚͘̕̚͜͜͝͝͠͝ͅÇ̵̛̟̮̰̙̹̙̖̝̪̼͙̮̉͌͌̀̈͂̄̏́̂̓̾̽̈R̸̛̛̳͗̎̌̋̉̈́͌̏͛̅̈́̀̋̅͊̊̅͊̅̒̅͒̊̕͘͘͘͝Ǫ̷̛̛͚͉͇͎͖͚̳̦̤̰͓̰̝̼̠͕̣̤͉͋̒̈́̆̌̅̽͘̕Ẇ̸̨̨̢̛̳̮̖͎̭͉̯͇̙̣̱̜̠͔̣́̓̄̆̎͂̉̽̇͋̅̍̉͐̀̓͋̌͗͌̒̎͑͗͛̈́̊͛̈́̂̋͒̀̕̚̚̚͘͝͝͝͝͝͝͝Ñ̴̡̧̲͈͚͇̞̬͕͑͒ ̵̨̧̢̢̧̢̛͙͇̮̦̬͈͕̺͇̲̩͉̰͎͎͈̟̫̖̬͖͇̞͇̟̮̱̭̜̻͎̰̩͎̈́͐́͌̿͊͛̏̅̿͆̅̓͑̏̓͑̆̂͋̇͗͐̈́̅͒̏̕͘͜͝P̸̢̡̡̙͉͍̹͎̼̳̟͓̠͖̯̹̣͈̳͔̱͎̩̫̝̬̻͙̳͎̘̦̥̟̀̉͆̐̀͜ͅͅR̵̢̢̘̳̦̟̬͓̳͖̖̮̘̙̝̙̹̻̼̼̻̝͑͂̃̂̔̓͆̈́̂͘͜͝I̴̛̜̝̟̫̮̐̏̂̄̒̃͛̍̀̓̽̓̉̓͆͂͊̒̚N̶̨̧̧̢̲͙͙͇̦̲̪̞̜͉͔̗̮͖͍̬͙̟̱̣̻͇̮͈̯̯̩̽͑̂̐͂̇̓̽̾́̊ͅͅÇ̸̩͓̗̠̩̹̭̰͔̥̪͎̥̹̏̋͐̆̒̓̈́̊̀͛̃͆̅̈͊͠E̵̥̼̦̭̩̘̋̾̒̔̐̀̓̐̂̿̈́͆̑̓̂͒́'̶̢̨̥̰͖̩̭̪̮̺̰̭̹̙͇͙͕̱̬̲͙̭̻̲̖̪̱͙̩̺̳͔̎̒͐͆͋́̈́͐̀̇̍́̅͂́̋͆̍͂̇̇̑͊̽̀͊̒̍̒͗̆̈͗̍̽̊̑̕̕̕̕̚͜ͅS̷̨̝̦̭̩̰͎̻͓̻̬̻͚̙̗̭̆̈́̍͒͊̊̓̊̓̔̀̏͋̉̊̇̈̒͛͂̈́̕͘͘̕͝͝͝ ̴̖̬̓̀̎͒̑̈́͂̇̾͗̈́̾̓̾̀̉͘̕̚O̸̢̧̢̘̦̠͇͈̟̗̳͙̹͖͈̘̾͆͗͋͊̏͗͆͊̀́̈́͜͠F̴̢̛̛͇̣͎̖̞̭̠̻̼̭͈̖̼̱̤̱̜͉̻̫͕̿̒̌̓̔͋̓͂͑̄̑ͅF̴̧̡̡̨̛̲̲̫͚͓̘͚̜̳̲̝̲͍͔͌̀̔̓̆̈͐̊͒͘͠͝ͅͅḚ̵̛̩̹͑̈́͛̀̌̉̅̌̌̓͛̂́͌̓̋͊̑̇̃̋̒̄̒̓͐̃̏̾̕͘͠͝Ŗ̸̡̢̗͉͔̜͈͙͙̜̗͉̰̟͓͍̹̫̯̣̻̻̰͖̭̭̘̥͖̥̪̲̎͑ͅ.̵̨̨̧̨̢̢̛͙̹̼̯̟̻̫͔̗͎̼͍̖̪̳̦̰̠͍̖͈̲͙̦͇̰͔̺̥̙̲͙̻̙̞̫̆̊̄͒̉̎̓̓̉͌̋́̃͗̔̀̑̄̇̍̈́̏̒̊̐̔͆͘̕̕̕͜͝͝͝͝ͅ

> ACCEPT.

What the hell? Was the thing glitching? You can barely read the text, and the holographic screen flickers and crackles away.

You squint, trying to make sense of the words.

“Lady Y/N? Are you alright?”

You startle slightly, glancing back at him.

“My apologies, Your Highness,” you say slowly. “But perhaps it would be wiser to wait until after the ball to speak on this matter. The Imperial Family does have to keep up the appearance of being impartial, after all.”

Zacharias would fall for Selene anyway, and this entire conversation would be a moot point. It would just become a hassle for the both of you.

He nods sagely, then glances away. “I suppose you're right. Who knows what may happen in a week? In any case, have some dessert before you go. I've already prepared a few of your favourites.”

It's not as if you can refuse. So, that's how you spend your afternoon. With tea and cake and light conversation with the man who used to own your heart.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

“Then, I'll be taking my leave now. Have a pleasant day, Your Highness.”

“Of course. I hope you enjoy the ball.”

He smiles, and it is a perfect, brilliant smile. The type of smile that wouldn't leave you questioning just how you had fallen for him in the past. Still, it is as you said. You have shed the feelings of the past, the embers flickering away.

Yet the moment you stand, getting up to leave, your vision blurs, and the ground seems to cave way beneath your feet.

Then, you're sent tumbling, and tumbling, and tumbling…

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dekinobi week day 5 - Truth Doll

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That's a Wrap!

Kinktober 2024 Day 2: Bondage

Mummified Lich Male Yandere x Gender Neutral Reader

CW: noncon, bondage, undead yandere, necromancy, graverobbing, mild blood drinking, biting, magic, soul binding, cock warming, overstimulation, controlling yandere, general yandere behavior

Word Count: 1k

(Honestly not my best work. A bit rushed. Smut isn't super detailed. But I hope you guys like it anyway.)

You didn't really think of yourself as a grave robber. Of course not! You were an explorer, a treasure hunter, a daring person who went on adventures into dangerous dungeons! Now, did that sometimes involve liberating certain valuables from the entombed? Sure.

In fact, that's just what you were doing. You had found a map in your travels that had led you to an ancient dungeon in which a long dead king was rumored to be entombed… along with all of his many treasures…

The entrance was concealed deep within a hidden cave. The opening had collapsed, but you had the right equipment for the job.

Though you lacked any ability to naturally cast spells, you did have several one-time use earth scrolls that would allow you to use their stored magic to clear the cave and make sure it was fully stable. Of course, you also had a scroll of teleportation so you could easily leave with the loot and a scroll of healing in case of injury.

You continued until you found a magically sealed door, though it seemed age had weakened it just enough for it to be broken by your enchanted pickaxe. You proceeded through the antechamber and into the main room. 

Strange. Absolutely no treasures filled the room, no artifacts mounted on the walls, no jars, urns, statues, or gold. It was just a plain, pristine room with some glyphs and runes.

But in the center, there were stairs leading to a stone sarcophagus. This was it, the resting place of King Relik. For something containing royalty, it was disappointingly plain. Maybe he was buried during a time of extreme poverty. You knew you were the first "liberator of treasures" though; you had been the one to break the sealed door. 

Well… a bit macabre, but you could still sell the mummy itself if nothing else. It alone would be a mighty fine pay day. Though you held out hope that some valuables remained in the sarcophagus.

You carefully shipped away at it with your pick. At about the halfway mark, it burst open on its own. 

King Relik rose from his 2300 year old prison with a yawn. He was mostly covered in strips of cloth. Upon spotting you, he willed his wrappings to extend and curl around you. 

The wrappings fell from his body, revealing him to have pale grey-white skin, ling black hair, dark rings around his eyes, and a muscular body.

The gauze evidently held spells to incapacitate whoever they bound but were no longer strong enough to hold such a powerful mage-king like Relik. 

You were only left uncovered from the neck up. The now naked former monarch bit your neck and drew blood, sucking only a few drinks from you. 

As he drank from you, he learned your language and your most recent actions and motives.

"Ha! A grave robber. I like you!"

You had no idea that he had been sealed there for trying to conquer the world as an undead lich. They couldn't kill him no matter how hard they tried, so they used the strongest magic possible to seal him away.

And you had broken the last bits of that waning magic. 

He kissed your neck where he had bitten you and cradled you carefully. He summoned up some clothes for himself. It was all he could do with his powers as weakened as they were.

Relik rummaged through your pack and found what he was looking for. The teleportation scroll linked to your nice private home.

How quaint. He never had to resort to a spell scroll before. 

Once at your place, he took the bindings off, laughed as you struggled, removed your clothing, and then re-wrapped your arms and legs.

"I don't really need these enchanted bindings to restrain you, but you look rather cute all tied up like this."

All you could do was make a distressed expression. He ruffled your hair to comfort you.

"Don't worry. It wouldn't be very kingly of me to just dispose of someone who freed me… especially when they have such a delicious expression of fear."

The lich bit his finger so that a drop of blood flowed from it, he put it in your mouth so that you would know who he was and what he intended. His blood power would work both ways, should he will it. 

Suddenly, his intent flooded into your mind. You now knew that from the moment he had tasted your blood, he intended to reward you for freeing him. He liked your personality and slightly questionable morals for wealth.

Your reward would be an immortal lifetime of getting dicked down by him. 

That night alone, he used a spell to make sure you were lubed and ready, then tied you up, and had you in nearly every possible position. His favorite was simply bouncing you on his dick with your hands, bound behind your back. 

Though the magic fabric wasn't on your mouth, its enchantment kept from making all but the softest moans and gasps. Good thing too, thought Relik. Otherwise, you may have damaged your voice.

Only when you literally passed out against his chest from the exhaustion and overstimulation from hours of sex did he finally remove the bandages. Instead, he held you close in his arms and used you to warm his cock as he fell asleep too.

Over the next few days, he would get enough of his strength back to make you magically addicted and dependent on him. This was to ensure you could never leave him.

He also used a spell to make it so you couldn't speak of him or otherwise communicate his existence to other people.

After a few months, he had enough power to tie your very soul to his for all eternity, causing you to become a lich as well. He sealed this soul pact with a magical collar he had you wear.

In every possible way, sexually, spiritually, and physically, Relik owned you. He may have been a mummy when you met him, but you were the one who was all wrapped up and bound. 

Tears of a Villainess ⭑˚🗡️⭑ 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒: 𝑎 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒

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yandere, reverse harem, isekai, original characters x fem!reader, slowburn, slowburn yandere

Reincarnation isn't as great as it sounds, especially when you've been reborn as none other than the villainess. Fated to die if you stand in the heroine's way, you immediately resolve to distance yourself from the plot. As long as you have nothing to do with any of the relevant characters, surely, you'll be able to avoid an untimely death. But in a horrible turn of events, the heroine ends up wanting to get close to you. Are you really doomed to meet the villainess' tragic end? Or is there an even more sinister fate that awaits you?

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Nobody likes the villainess. 

This is because in virtually every novel, anime, or game, she is designed to be the heroine’s adversary. She is given little to no redeemable qualities, so that people will sympathize with the heroine that much more. While people root for the heroine to succeed, they also root for the villainess to fail—and inevitably, she does. 

The game you’ve just finished playing is no exception.

“Wow. The villainess died in this ending too, huh?” 

You rub your eyes. It’s late, nearly halfway through the night already. You have a bad habit of getting sucked into the games you play and losing track of time. You’ll be dead on your feet tomorrow, but you suppose that’s nothing special. At least you managed to clear all the major routes. There might’ve been some secret endings you missed, but you’ll go back and find those another day. 

A heavy yawn falls from your lips. You lean back and stretch your arms out before closing your laptop and standing up from your desk. 

As far as dating sims go, this one wasn’t too bad. The plot was predictable enough, but the characters were a lot more interesting than you were expecting. The heroine was perhaps a bit more naive than you would’ve liked, but you enjoyed her dynamic with each of the love interests, and all in all, it made for a likable cast. 

Except for the villainess, of course. Nobody ever likes the villainess. 

You start washing up and getting ready for bed, thoughts lingering all the while. If only the villainess had more depth to her. It’s a common trend in all of these fantasy-themed dating sims. Like, you understand that she’s meant to be an antagonist, but she’s still human, at the end of the day. Isn’t she allowed to have any sympathetic traits? Anything that could possibly make the player understand why she behaves the way that she does? 

It’s practically an unwritten rule that villainess characters are required to be devoid of any actual substance. Their purpose is simply to torment the heroine, and somewhere down the road, face penance for their crimes. 

The whole trope has been done to death by this point. Just once, can’t they come up with a more realistic villainess, who isn’t pure evil and has the capacity for normal human emotion? It’s true that antagonists are meant to be disliked, but you would still be much more appreciative of a credible and well-developed adversary. It would definitely enrich the story. 

If you were ever to be put in charge of the villainess character, you’d like to think that you would do her justice.

But, well, that obviously won’t happen.

You get into bed, pile on some blankets, then flick your nightstand lamp off. Darkness comes quickly, signaling your weary eyelids to fall shut. Exhausted from a long night, you fall asleep right away.

Blissfully unaware.

Shit… it’s so bright. 

As always, it takes a while for your eyes to open, and they do so with remarkable reluctance. You would think that since you’re not at all a morning person, you would get into the habit of going to bed early, but no, you’re determined to make the experience as painful as possible every time. 

“G-Good morning, Lady [Name]. It’s time to wake up now. Did you sleep well?” 

There’s a voice in the room. There’s a voice in the room, and it isn’t yours, which is kind of a big deal, because you live alone. 

You jolt upright in bed, suddenly wide awake. “The fuck?! Who are you?” 

It takes a few seconds for the blurriness to fade from your eyes, but when it finally does, you find yourself staring at a young woman you most certainly do not recognize. She has a meek, almost fearful expression, and her shoulders seem to be trembling a bit. 

Why does she look so scared? You’re the one who’s supposed to be scared in this situation. After all, you just woke up with a goddamn stranger in your room. 

Except… is this even your room? 

On second glance, you realize that this doesn’t look anything like your bedroom. It’s countless times bigger, for one, not to mention how extravagantly decorated it is. Rather than a bedroom for a debt-addled university student, it looks more like the kind of chambers a princess might sleep in. 

“I-I’m not sure what you mean, my lady,” the woman stammers in response. “Please forgive my rudeness. I was told to wake you at this hour because your fiancé is coming to visit this morning.” 

“Huh…?” 

You’re still gaping from having looked around the room, which is without a doubt, not the same old crappy bedroom you’re used to. But now that you finally look back at her, you realize that she’s equally as strange as the surroundings you find yourself in. 

“Is that a maid outfit?” you ask. 

She blinks twice, then casts a quick glance towards her attire. Obviously, she must not understand the purpose of the question, because her brows knit together in visible confusion. 

“Yes, it is,” she nods hastily. There’s a pause, and then she looks scared again. “Does it… displease you? You said before you didn’t like the previous design. I-I can run down to the seamstress and have her come up with a different uniform that’s more to your tastes. Please forgive me for upsetting you this early in the morning.” 

She bows deeply, as if she’s seeking to be absolved for some grave sin. You still don’t understand what the hell is going on, but based on how she’s dressed, and the way she keeps referring to you, it seems unlikely that she’s here to cause you any harm.

Actually, what did she call you earlier?” 

“[Name],” you repeat, pointing to yourself. The maid cautiously raises her head and looks up at you, and you proceed to point again. “When you say that, are you… referring to me?” 

Once again, she looks confused beyond belief, but despite that, she nods in agreement.

Well, then. This is awkward. Because as far as you remember, that is not your name. 

You’re not sure what else to do but jump out of bed, and you run to the first mirror you can spot. As it so happens, there’s a massive vanity in the room, and it quickly confirms your greatest fears. 

“Holy fuck.” 

This isn’t your body. For as many years as you’ve lived, you have never looked like this. Even your voice sounds a bit different than usual, but you initially chalked that up to morning grogginess. 

Slowly but surely, it’s all coming together, and you can’t even believe just how absurd this situation is.

You know who you are now. Having gotten a good look at yourself, but not only that, having heard how that maid referred to you, there’s no longer any doubt in your mind.

[Name]. You know that name all too well.

It’s none other than the villainess from the goddamn dating sim you just played.

You pinch your cheeks, and much to your horror, you can feel the pain. All of this is far too realistic and far too lucid for it to be a simple dream. The more time passes, the more you become viscerally aware of that fact.

This has seriously got to be a fucking joke. 

When you said you had a tendency to get sucked into the games you played, you didn’t mean it literally! 

“My lady,” the maid mumbles hesitantly. You notice that she’s incredibly wary of you, and is mindful of keeping as much distance as possible. “Is everything… alright? I-I’m very sorry if I’m overstepping. I just worry that… you might not be feeling well. Should I call for a doctor?” 

Now you understand why she’s so skittish around you. In the game, the villainess treated everyone around her cruelly, including the maids and servants who’d waited on her for years. She was a true bitch in every sense of the word, just like every other one of her villainess predecessors, but now, it falls on you to take her place. 

This is a big problem. 

Because as far as you know, the only fate that awaits you in this world is death. 

“I’m fine,” you reassure, smiling for good measure. Right. There’s no sense in panicking right off the bat. You’re sure there must be a solution. For the time being, you need to come to terms with everything. “Um… I’m sorry, but I’ve forgotten your name. Anyways, would you please step out of the room so I can change? I'm still a bit drowsy. I’ll feel better once you give me a few minutes.” 

The maid tries—but fails—to hide her shock. Something about what you just said must have tripped her up. The part about forgetting what to call her, maybe? Or perhaps your overall demeanor is off. It’s true that you’ve been acting kind of crazy, like questioning your own name and whatnot. 

Well, hopefully she doesn’t read into it too much. 

While the maid scampers off and shuts the door behind her, you start pacing around the room. It’s massive, so it actually feels less like pacing and more like walking laps around a field, but that’s neither here nor there. 

You’ve been reincarnated into a dating sim, as the villainess who is destined to die in all of the game’s major endings. No matter who the heroine ends up with, her happy ending will come at the expense of your life. 

But that’s only if you actually adhere to the plot, right? 

You don’t know how the mechanics of this universe function. Even though this is a video game, it feels every bit the same as living in the real world. Of course, this fictional world was constructed around the plot, and you have no way of knowing if the world will continue to exist should things go awry. 

Still, you’re willing to bet that it should. After all, the villainess is just a bland, disposable character. Her only purpose is to create conflict and add pressure to the heroine’s life. If you deliberately avoid crucial stages of the plot, doesn’t that mean that the heroine will naturally fall in love with one of her suitors and get her happily ever after? There doesn’t need to be a villainess in this story. Or in any story, for that matter. 

You turn back towards the vanity to get another look at yourself. It feels so strange to stare back into a reflection that isn’t truly your own. But you don’t know how you’ll ever get back to your old world, and if such a thing is even possible anymore. 

For better or worse, you will have to live on.

Lady [Name]. The villainess who attempted to thwart the heroine at every turn, and who made it her life’s mission to bring nothing but misfortune to those around her. 

That is who you’ve been reborn as, and needless to say, it’s going to take a lot of getting used to. 

“...think she must have eaten something rotten last night,” you can just vaguely hear someone whispering. “She even said sorry to me! And she acted like she didn’t know her own name!” 

When you step out into the hallway after getting dressed, you aren’t at all surprised to hear people gossiping about you. As you surmised, it’s the same maid from earlier, the one who woke you up, and she’s chatting up a storm to practically anyone who’s willing to listen. 

However, everyone’s faces turn pale when they see you approaching, and the poor maid snaps her lips shut as if she’s a clam. It seriously looks like she just saw her life flash before her eyes. 

The servants all seem to fear you, and rightfully so. In the game, even though nothing was ever shown from the villainess’ perspective, it was still common knowledge that she mistreated her housestaff. She was a pompous, spoiled brat who clearly thought she was above everyone else. That cruel attitude of hers naturally carried over to her treatment of the heroine, and to far greater extremes. 

It’s true that you’ve been reborn as the villainess, but that doesn’t mean that you have to be a villainess. In fact, you think it would be in your best interest to turn your reputation around. Surely then, you’ll have no way of getting caught up in nasty business with the heroine. You don’t want anyone to take issue with you. After all, the more enemies you have, the more likely you are to be killed. 

Besides, it’s also just common decency to not act like a bitch. 

“L-Lady [Name],” the same maid blanches. She’s clearly horrified to have been caught gossiping, and she brings her hands together, already begging to be forgiven. “I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me, I just—” 

“Don’t worry about it,” you dismiss, letting slip a chuckle. “I was acting pretty strange this morning, huh? I guess I just didn’t get a good night’s sleep. But I’m feeling much better now. Anyways, I hope all of you are having a lovely morning so far!”

You walk off confidently, feeling as though you’ve taken yet another step towards restoring the villainess’ horrible reputation. 

It’s not going to be that easy, though. 

“She must have been possessed by a spirit…” 

While everyone is losing their heads due to your sudden change in demeanor, you take the opportunity to walk through the manor and familiarize yourself with your surroundings. From what you remember, [Name] is the daughter of wealthy, reputable nobles. Her father is an affluent man with many connections, and it follows that she would grow up to be incredibly full of herself, used to always getting whatever she wants. 

Seriously. Can’t these villainesses ever have more inspired backstories? 

You shake your head in disbelief. Well, whatever. Perhaps it’s better that you don’t come from a tragic background. If there’s one benefit to being transported to this world, it’s the fact that you at least don’t have any more debts or student loans to worry about. 

Then again, none of that will matter if you end up dead. You need to remember that every decision you make from now on could end up impacting your future in a big way. 

Amongst the chaos of waking up in a completely new body, however, you’ve forgotten a very crucial piece of information. Something the maid mentioned earlier, which has since slipped your mind. 

“[Name]!” someone suddenly exclaims. It’s a woman you don’t recognize, but she’s dressed immaculately and bears a striking resemblance to you, so you assume she must be your mother. 

“Good morning,” you greet. You’re not sure what the right etiquette is for whenever nobles greet their parents, so you curtsy awkwardly. 

Your mother just stares at you, and the silence is palpable.

Looks like that was a swing and a miss. 

“What’s the matter with you?” she then frowns, gesturing towards your general appearance. “Why do you look so unkempt? I thought I reminded you last night that your fiancé would be visiting today. He’s just arrived and will be joining us for breakfast. And you expect to greet him in such a state?” 

“I look nice,” you say simply.

“You aren’t even properly zipped up in the back. And did you even put on any makeup? Good grief. Which incompetent maid dressed you this morning? I’ll need to have a word with her.” 

You’d rather not get anyone in trouble, especially since that one maid in particular looked like she was fighting for her life. 

“I dressed myself today,” you confess. 

Your mother’s eyes widen. “What? Why in the world would you do that when you have countless servants to do it for you?” 

“Um… I don't know. Just for fun, I guess.” 

She proceeds to give you that same quiet yet judgmental look from earlier, but after a heavy sigh, she relents. 

“Well, I suppose it doesn’t matter anymore,” she grumbles, fiddling with the zippers of your dress and adjusting everything in place. She fusses over you for a while, but finally, she appears satisfied. Well, somewhat, at least. “That will have to do. You wouldn’t want to keep your guest waiting. Come along.” 

She gestures for you to follow, which is actually a lucky break, because you were pretty much lost before she showed up. 

Your mother walks for a while, then stops before a large door. 

“He’s already waiting inside,” she tells you. “Make sure to be on your best behavior. We want this arrangement to go well. Alright?” 

You nod in agreement. You’re not sure whether the villainess was well-behaved or not, but surely it can’t hurt to have your parents’ approval. You’ll need their resources and support if you ever land yourself in hot water. 

Thus, you step inside the room to meet with your fiancé. But you’ve been so caught up in all the craziness that you actually forgot exactly who that fiancé was. 

Soon enough, he’s looking you dead in the eye. 

“Good morning, [Name]. I’m truly fortunate to meet with you so early in the day.” 

The young man bows politely, and when he raises his head, there’s a subtle, practiced smile on his lips. It’s the smile of someone who is well-versed in etiquette and knows how to behave around others, but it isn’t a genuine smile, and certainly not the smile of someone who is happy to see their fiancée. 

After all, he has no interest in you. He will never have any interest in you.

He is Alistair Calderwood, and he is destined to fall in love with the heroine. 

You don’t respond. His was the first route you ever played in the game, so you’d almost forgotten that technically speaking, he was the villainess’ fiancé to start. It was one of the main reasons she harassed the heroine. Because their engagement fell through. 

“[Name]?” your mother frowns. She chuckles weakly, unsettled by your silence, then outright jabs you in the ribs. “What are you doing? Hurry up and greet him!” 

Greet him. Right, you have to greet him. It’s the normal thing to do. You’re meant to greet your fiancé, then enjoy a nice breakfast together.

But if you stick to normalcy, to the way things are supposed to go, you’ll end up dead faster than you know it. 

So, fuck being normal. You’ve already decided what the right course of action is.

“Hello, Alistair,” you say, responding to his bow with a polite curtsy. “It’s nice to see you too. Thank you for coming all this way, but…”

He tilts his head, waiting for you to finish your sentence, but nothing could have prepared him for what you’re about to say. 

“...I think we should break off our engagement.”

Alistair’s jaw drops open. So does your mother’s, for that matter. Even the servant standing idle in the corner of the room lets out a quiet gasp and covers their mouth with the palm of their hand. 

As for you? 

You can hardly contain your smile. 

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