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BABY FEVER ? ! — ft. dom! top reader, sub ftm! character, breeding kink, free use, creampie(s), character being a cumslut.

it took a while before the baby fever hit. and then he was everywhere, climbing into your bunk at three in the morning for some sleepy sex, cockwarming you at your desk whenever you were busy with work, rubbing his wet cunt on your clothes and pillow while waiting for you to come home — the need to be filled and bred too much to bear.

his pussy’s all loose, walls moulded into the shape of your cock, always soaked and gaping and ready to be used. it takes a huge custom-made plug to stuff the cum back into him now, and even then, he prefers you. he feels like a sleeve for your cock, and he loves it: the feeling of always being full and plump, as though he were already with child.

“want a baby,” he'd mumble, laying on his side in a puddle of his squirt and cum after yet another round of lovemaking, spreading his thighs so you could play with his pussy. he rubs his clit thoughtfully, looking at you from over his shoulder. “haven’t been on the pill for a while now, y'know. how long is it even gunna take?” 

the process of the two of you going from using condoms and contraceptives on a bed, prim and proper, to rawing absolutely everywhere was so natural that it didn’t hit you that this was what he wanted all along. a baby. your baby.

you watch as he palms his pudgy tummy with an adorable frown, the pressure causing cream to leak out from between his wet folds and onto your hardening cock. "jus’ wanna get pregnant already..."

. . . fuck decency. you were going to have your way with him until you put a baby inside that.

“soon,” you promise, hooking your chin over his shoulder, and he shudders at the feeling of the tip of your cock pushing into his gaping pussy, the white-hot burn of being fucked too much. he whines, pushing his ass back, already anticipating another thick load of your cum.

“you want a baby, right?" you flatten your palm on his tummy, giving it a little squeeze as your cock nestles snugly into his warm cunt. "gonna give you three riiight here, sweet thing.” 

masterlist!

Thinking about Yandere!Mafia boss

warning: sex, degradation, feminization, slight exhibitionism

Yandere!Mafia boss who fell in love with you at first sight. He can’t even remember the day, only the sight of you. From that instant, his once-meaningless existence found its purpose: you. Nothing else mattered. Your presence became his singular focus, an addiction. It didn’t matter if you didn’t see it like that. You’d come to understand that you two were meant to be.

Yandere!Mafia boss who stalks you to your work and college. Who gets pissed when anyone talks to you. Your friends, colleagues, professors and even cashiers. You’re his, so why were you even looking at others?

Yandere!Mafia boss who breaks into your apartment just to steal your clothes. Taking pictures of all the things you like so he could fill your new room in his house with things you liked.

Yandere!Mafia boss who kidnapped you claiming to give you a better life. Sick of watching you work and struggle, he took you back to his place. It didn’t matter if he had to drug you. It was for your own good.

Yandere!Mafia boss who insists that you have to obey him and never leave him, even when he is on his knees massaging your legs willingly after you made a comment about how they were numb.

Yandere!Mafia boss who acts tough and aggressive only to wither under your frown like a disobedient puppy. Practically begging for your forgiveness as he hesitantly tried to please you by offering money, and insisting he you give you anything you wanted as long as you weren’t mad at him.

Yandere!Mafia boss who bursts into your room at night, demanding that you pay him back for his generosity using your body, only to stiffen and cower as you agree.

Yandere!Mafia boss who is clueless about sex, awkwardly stripping, showing off his well defined chest and heavy pecs. Sitting on the edge of the bed, like a trembling virgin.

Yandere!Mafia boss who you have to coax to come close and for all his arrogance and bravado cums the minute you touch his cock. Face flushing red as he pressed his thighs together, trying to hide the stickiness.

Yandere!Mafia boss who can’t help but whine when you kiss him throughly, breath hitching when you play with his chest. Nodding obediently when you tell him you’re going to fuck him instead.

Yandere!Mafia boss who whines prettily turning his face away when you call him pretty, and coo about how big his tits are. It shouldn’t turn him on, but he can’t help but feel warm and fuzzy at your words.

Yandere!Mafia boss who eagerly spreads his ass cheeks so you can fuck his cute pussy. Showing off his twitching pink hole he already prepped, trembling as he tried to see if you were pleased. Crying out when your cock entered him, and cumming immediately form the fullness.

Yandere!Mafia boss who lets you manhandle him into different positions, as you fuck him into incoherency. Drawn out whines of your name and sobbing leaving his kiss swollen red lips when you fuck his tight hole.

Yandere!Mafia boss who cry when you degrade him, calling him a slut for breaking into your room and smelling your clothes. And calling him a pathetic whore for begging for a cock in his pussy. He begs and sobs for forgiveness as you ask who else fucked his tight pussy. Sobbing that’s he’s only a slut for you as he clings to your body pressing his tits against you trying to distract you.

Yandere!Mafia boss who love how sweet you are during aftercare, clinging to you like a desperate puppy, begging you to fuck his wet pussy again.

Yandere!Mafia boss who’d let you fuck him anywhere. Too desperate for your approval to deny you, even as you fuck him during a video call meeting. Let you paint his face with cum, eagerly licking it off to taste you. Sitting on your cock during meetings, only to stay after every one has left so you could fuck his swollen pussy.

Yandere!Mafia boss who claim your nothing but a toy only to run to you and kneel and beg for your attention and approval. Letting you punish him however you wanted, loving it when you call princess and your pretty girl.

Yandere!Mafia boss who’s so in love with you they’d do anything for you. Acting more like a content pet than a dominant leader. Looking at you with hearts in his eyes. All hazy and adoring, making you feel high off his love. He only got more addicted to you when you acted mean, showing what kind of cruel person lay under your nice facade.

GOJO, TOJI, SUKUNA, WRIOTHESLEY, GHOST, ZORO, BEELZEBUB, MAMMON, JIYAN, CALCHIRO, KÖNIG, and anyone else you like <3

A Mephisto Kidnapping

MC: I’ve kidnapped Mephisto. I suggest you come see me if you’d like for him to be returned unharmed and in one piece. I demand a ransom of chocolate cake and snuggles.

Sylus: *checks the date on his phone*

Sylus: Did your period start today?

MC: …No.

Sylus: Liar. I’ll be right over. Do keep Mephisto alive for me?

MC: Ok…

MC: Mephisto is fine. He’s eating popcorn and watching Hallmark Christmas movies with me.

MC: …

MC: Can mechanical crows eat? Is Mephisto allowed to have popcorn?

Sylus: No.

MC: Oh… shoot.

Sylus: Don’t worry, popcorn won’t kill him. I’ll be there in twenty with every type of chocolate you can dream of.

MC: Ok.

MC: …Can you also rub my tummy? Your hands make a good heating pad.

Sylus: Yes, kitten. I’ll rub your tummy and whatever else you need. See you soon.

tags. dom top! reader, sub amab character. feminization (afab terms used), pet names (housewife, good girl), riding, creampie, slight breeding kink.

thinking about a big, beefy man who absolutely loves it when you refer to his asshole as a cunt. you have no idea how long he’s dreamt of this, owning a fat, creamy pussy that gets aroused so easily, dripping wet around your girthy length. 

call him your “pretty housewife”, or tease him about his huge tits while he bounces on your cock, and watch him shudder, eyes rolling to the back of his head. the first one always gets him. he’s always loved the idea of putting together a hot meal for you after you come home from work, soaked underneath his apron just from watching you enjoy your meal, ready to bend over the dinner table so you can enjoy a sweet, fulfilling dessert. 

“i-it’s soo big,” he’d whine, stuttering and panting while he continues to bounce hard and fast, “it’s p-poundin’ my pussy so- so good.” what a paradox, when his own useless, leaking cock is slapping against his tummy with every thrust, messily squirting pre every time you play along with his little fantasy. 

and don’t you just love it when he clamps up tight around you, desperate sobs spilling from his lips, begging, “puh-please, you’ve g-got to cum inside. want you to fill my- my cunt up. d-don’t you?” and who are you to deny your lover of his needs? 

stuff him up and pump him full of your cum while muttering praises of “what a good pussy” while stroking his cock or “my messy good girl”, and he’s hard again and ready to go. spoil him a few more times, and it won’t be long before he gets greedy and asks you to put a baby inside him. 

FUSHIGURO TOJI, suguru geto, ryomen sukuna, RORONOA ZORO, SHANKS, eustass kidd, CROCODILE, joseph joestar, LEON KENNEDY, USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, hajime iwaizumi, TENGEN UZUI, your absolute faves. 

What would yanderes be like with a reader with low self-esteem and who can't find herself beautiful?

My beautiful girl

Pairings/Tropes: Worshipper! Yandere (Luke) x Insecure! Fem! Darling, smut piv (F!praise, F!Switch, F!Orgasm control , F!pussyeating, M!Switch!yandere, M!overstimulation, M!dumbification)

Author Note: hey gorgeous, I’m so sorry that you feel this way. You’re beautiful no matter what you think, and I hope that this post helps you.

POST NOTES: HEADCANNONS (NSFW under the cut)

SFW HEADCANNONS:

You? Insecure? Of what?

Luke is 100% your biggest fan, he loves you so much that it hurts him physically when you talk about your insecurities

He’d rather die than say anything bad about you (he can’t even think of anything bad about you). You’re his sole reason to live, why would he hurt you?!

You aren’t able to talk about your insecurities without him talking about how much he loves that part of you and why it’s beautiful

He’s also your #1 cheerleader and hype man.

He thinks you’re so beautiful in every outfit, no matter what it is. Dressed up? Drooling. Casual clothing? Has he ever told you how gorgeous you are?Fashion different from the norm? Step on him. Pajamas? Come here, let him kiss you!

Anyone who thinks otherwise and is stupid enough to say it is killed and disposed of quickly, right after he reminds you he’s so in love with you, no matter what.

He loves you so much, he can’t help it, if anyone dares disrespect you they’re being killed in a brutal manner. They don’t deserve a good death.

Though, if you can’t still can’t see your beauty, then he’ll prove it to you

NSFW HEADCANNONS

He’s never gonna make you do anything you’re not comfortable with, especially mirror sex.

But you know what he’s always gonna do, sub or dom? Tell you how hot and sexy you are.

If he’s submissive, he’s begging you to overstimulate him, use him, make him your sex doll. You’re just so pretty, he can’t help but want you to use him.

When he’s submissive and his brain goes to mush, he’s still babbling how gorgeous you are and how much he loves you

If he’s dominant, he’s forcing you to say positive affirmations while he eats you out. You don’t want to? Guess who’s not coming!

When he’s dominant, he’s praising you. From how good you taste to how good you feel to how gorgeous and pretty you are for coming and being good.

𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐃.

— YANDERE EMPEROR x GN READER

tags. historical/regency au. arranged marriage. half-angel!emperor. sub!yan & dom!reader undertones. mild blood & violence tw. suggestive & mature content. mild degradation.

Yandere!Emperor, who you've been arranged to be wed to since the moment you were born. It was all part of a peace treaty, see. Your parents — King and Queen of a kingdom that simply paled in comparison to the Empire — could not afford a war, yet neither did they want their kingdom to be annexed.

So, they simply sold your soul to the devil instead.

'Devil' was an understatement. The Imperial Family was said to have been descended from angels, and those with even a droplet of imperial blood far outshone regular humans. And what was a devil but a fallen angel? They were even said to have magic powers, but no one ever lived to tell the tale anyway.

Angels, demons, gods... It was all the same to you.

None of the nobles in the Empire wanted their heirs to be tied to monsters like that, and the Empress had wanted her son's spouse to have only the purest of blood — so, who better than the family rumored to be descended from a god?

You meet him for the very first time when the both of you are 18 years of age. Your parents had packed you a month's worth of clothes and sent you off, just like that. You were supposed to 'get to know him' and whatever before you got married at 20, but you see no point. In the end, you are tied with him for life.

Truly, rumours and portraits did him no justice.

He stands half a head taller than you, gaze piercing and posture prim. His hair is a pure, blinding white, and his eyes are yellow as glittering gold. It's long, even tied in a ponytail, reaching his waist.

He greets you politely, kissing the back of your hand when you offer it, and leading you to the parlour silently. Despite it all, you can see right through his facade. He runs too cold for a human, and smiles too sharp. Behind his eyes is nothing but a demon masquerading as a man.

You decide then and there you want nothing to do with him.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

On the other hand, he is taken with you instantly. Right from the very start, you seem completely disinterested in him.

Disinterested.

No one has treated him that way in his entire life. He's only ever been fawned over or feared, and nothing in between. All of them saw him as a inhuman.

But you?

You don't seem to care about him at all.

It sends a thrill shooting within him, right down to the tips of his toes. He wants to test the limits of your distinterest. He wants to win you over. He wants to see you hate him. He wants...

"What do you think?" his mother asks him, after the short meeting has concluded and he has seen you to your bedroom.

He grins. "I believe they're perfect."

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The month you spend in the Imperial Palace is an odd one.

The Crown Prince had been practically glued to your side, which killed all your chances of socializing with the nobles in the area. One day, you snapped and demanded he left you alone. He did.

... For some reason, he seemed strangely happy as he left.

It only took about three days before he was back to badgering you. This time, you made (threatened) him give you some free time on the weekends.

Then, a month flies by, and you're on your way back to your kingdom.

"Farewell, darling," he says, almost mournfully. He kisses the back of your hand like he always does, but this time, it seems to linger. "I eagerly await our next meeting."

You don't deign to reply, snatching your hand away and stepping into the carriage.

There's an odd glint in his eye as he watches you leave.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Not a week since your return home is when you find him at your castle gates. He's brought nothing with him but a carriage filled with gifts. For you.

There's just about everything you can think of. Jewellery, clothes, books...

"What in the world are you doing here?" you hiss.

"I simply missed your presence," he says happily. "I do hope you like the gifts I've prepared for you!"

"We aren't supposed to meet until a week before the wedding," you remind him dryly. "That's in two years."

"Oh, heavens," he gasps, obviously faking his surprise. "Haven't you received my letter? The wedding has been rescheduled to a week from now!"

What the fuck...?

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The wedding passes by in a blur. He had prepared everything in advance. The decorations, the venue, the clothes... Not a thing was out of place. Didn't wedding preparations take months?

He tells you not to worry about it when you ask.

He leads you to his bedchambers where the two of you will have your first night. Though his strides are elegant as always, there is an urgency to it you've never seen before. His eyes gleam.

Yet the moment the both of you are undressed, his prior confidence seems to have been reduced to ashes. He stares at you unmovingly, waiting for you to make the first move. His skin is flushed, from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck.

You roll your eyes. If he weren't so good looking...

"What are you waiting for? Get on the bed," you snap. "Let's just get this over with."

He is, you soon realise, terribly eager and just as terrible in bed.

You have your hands in his hair, and he has his lips on your neck. When he bites into a particularly sensitive spot, you jerk and tug on accident, and he lets out a loud moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. White paints the sheets, and your stomach.

"God, you're useless at this, aren't you? We haven't even started yet."

From the sounds he's making, it seems as if he couldn't agree more. He keens into you further, sucking and biting and licking as if his life depends on it. In no time at all, his cock presses into your stomach once more.

Well, at least he has the stamina.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The Empress is dead.

The Crown Prince had killed her.

There's blood dripping from his sword, a manic grin on his lips. His clothes are stained red. The Empress' body lies cold on the ground not five feet away from him.

"What did you do...?"

When he notices your presence, he can't help but light up. He rushes to you cheerfully, his sword clattering to the ground. Wrapping you up in a tight hug, he nuzzles his face into your neck. You tense, gaze still fixated on the body on the ground.

"I killed her. She said that gods didn't exist any longer. How could they not? You're standing right before me. She said that gods didn't exist, and I killed her for it."

He's rambling now, muffled into your skin. You can feel his blood-stained hands grasp yours, toying with your fingers and knuckles and wrist. He's rambling now, but all you see is how he had severed all her limbs.

"... I want to give you everything. Then, I realised that if I was to have everything, I have to be Emperor. But Mother would never relinquish her throne unless she were dead. So now she is. Are you listening? Darling?"

"Yeah," you force out, through gritted teeth. "I heard you just fine."

He giggles.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Yandere!Emperor, who now somehow seems to see you as a god.

"If I've descended from an angel, then it's only right you've descended from a god. Look at you, darling, you're divine."

"That's cute," you comment lazily.

The both of you are lying in bed. You have a book in your hands, whilst he stares at you as you read. Things like this have long become a regular occurrence.

Then, he takes one of your hands and starts to play with your fingers. He kisses every knuckle, every joint, then begins to nibble on your thumb.

You scowl, and attempt to snatch your hand away. His grip is too tight for you to do so. "What are you doing? That's disgusting."

He blushes. "You... taste divine as well. Please, allow me?"

What's the point of saying no? He'd only whine until you agreed anyway. Still, he is hot when he acts all pathetic.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

"Please..." he nearly sobs, tears running down his cheeks.

He's worked himself up into a frenzy just by playing with your hand, and now he's resorted to begging for your attention. His grip on your arm is tight, and his forehead presses against your shoulder.

His side of the bed is already soaked with sweat and tears and pre-come.

You sigh, flipping a page of your book. "I said I'm busy."

You grasp him by his hair and pull him up to your eye level. He spasms. He's writhing in place, twisting and turning and keening into nothing in his delirium. His eyes are glassy, now only garbled words leaving his lips.

You can make out a few. Like 'please', 'god', and 'yes'. For the first in time years, you smile. This can almost be considered nice.

Bring your lips to his, he eagerly meets you halfway. He tastes salty from all his tears, but also a hint of sweet. You bite down on his bottom lip, hard.

And that is enough.

He shrieks, debauched and utterly gone.

His high lasts longer this time, ropes of white spilling and spilling and spilling from his tip. He's heaving, and crying, and muttering thank you so reverently you'd think he was speaking to a god. To him, you certainly are.

You let go of his hair, his head dropping onto the pillow with a soft thud. The sheets are completely soiled, and so are your clothes.

You click your tongue in annoyance, looking at the book in your lap. He had stained that too.

end notes. i want to give him a name, but i don't really have many ideas. any suggestions? this is my first fic here, hope you enjoyed!

@ valekhor , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation.

Wild Roses and Hawthorns (Sub!Bloodbag!Human!Yandere x Vampire!Reader)

hii i promise i didn't forget about adonis, he has TWO whole pieces in my drafts (i just need to be in a specific mood to pump out adonis fics)

in the meantime, here's the aftermath of dion getting the blood sucked tf out of him

spoilers: he wants more. :3

more works featuring Dion: Dion Introduction

warning: mild nsfw, dom reader, biting, asphyxiation (choking), messy feelings, minors DNI pls

A week has passed since you'd last lost your temper with your bloodbag. The look in his eyes never left your mind. The torrent waves of turmoil in his gaze had washed over you, and you were stricken with a sense of fear and... greedy desire. You had immediately fled after that, terrified by what he aroused in you.

Tonight, you lay still as a statue, staring into the ceiling. While you don't need sleep the same way that humans do, it calms you to rest when the sky is dark. It's habitual from your time training to melt into human society (as all vampirekin do for a few decades). However, dawn was nearing in a couple of hours and you've yet to get even a blink of rest.

Every time you close your eyes, even if for a moment, a flash of glistening sweat on caramel skin appears in your mind. Then the sensation of your teeth sinking their way into supple skin manifests in your mouth. The hair on the back of your neck stands and, if you were to look in the mirror at that very moment, what would reflect back is a lonely monster, craving for the flesh of the living.

You are not a common monster, that you know. You are a noble creature, born with veins of blue gold and armed with grace. Yet such a simple bite stirs a primal need in you, one that rivals that of a hungry beast. It borders on something that you'd hope to never experience, especially for your blood bag.

Maybe you need some clear water to reset your thoughts.

As you glide down the stairs to the kitchen, you bump into a shadowy figure. The figure steadies you, and a familiar scent enters your senses.

"...Dion."

The figure responds to your call, a grin on his lips.

"Are you here to indulge in a midnight snack, master?" The comment is teasing and almost enticing, and you know that the snack he is referring to doesn't exist in the kitchen.

Sighing, you push past him and walk to the counter to pour yourself a glass of water from the pitcher. He follows you.

"Dion, why are you awake?" you ask, taking a sip of the water. Though you vastly prefer blood over water, as long as the water isn't tainted by any holiness, it suffices to quench your thirst.

Dion's eyes wander for a moment before he responds with a disarming smile. He shrugs, the collar of his shirt falling to the side to reveal his neck. Your eyes flit to it for just a second, and only a second.

"Maybe I was looking for someone," he replies. His vague response irks you, but you don't bother pressing him for more details. The more you know about him, the more you will feel for him. So it is easier to maintain the comfortable distance that you have with him.

You finish the last drop of water and place the cup in the sink. "I hope you find them," you say airily, giving him a lazy wave as you prepare to return to your room.

You're stopped by an encircling grip around your wrist.

You whip your head around and before you know it, you're chasing Dion out the door, down the hallway, and into your room, slamming him against the wall. He lands with a thud and a devious smirk.

You brush your finger across his lips, eyes peering into his. There they are again, the storm that has torn sailors and their rafts asunder, lightning and thunder electrifying even your immortal form.

"Your thirst has yet to be quenched," he whispers to you, eyes swirling. Or maybe you're just imagining that, entranced by him.

"Are you offering yourself?" you ask dryly, with the restraint that you don't have.

Dion laughs, cocking his head to the left. Once again, he bares his neck to you. You aren't so impolite as to reject a gift offered to you.

You sink your fangs into his skin. The same caramel gold that plagues your mind, shining with a thin layer of sweat. And it tastes sweeter than before, with the right hint of despair, just as you like it. Dion's existence at that very moment perforates your senses; the smell of iron and sweat in the air, the sounds of his low moans in your ear, the taste of saccharine goodness in your mouth. And then you open your eyes and he greets you with a loving smile and a tsunami that sweeps you off your feet.

"You're still hungry." It isn't a question but a statement. And he's right to make it a statement because you wouldn't have been able to answer anyway.

You lick the puncture wound with your tongue, gliding gently against the surface. He shivers, his legs struggling to remain standing. Noticing this, you drag him to bed, yet again pushing him down.

He chuckles, laying flat on his back, his hair sprawling out like ripples in a lake. His arms are wide open, and you dive into his embrace, your legs straddling his form.

As you pin him down with your weight, you find yourself caressing his face. A drop of your fingers on his long eyelashes, and then they're slowly trickling down to his jaw. You can feel him become still beneath you and your fingers trail beneath the precipice of his jaw to the jugular juts of his Adam's apple. Your touch bobs up and down as he swallows air, his eyes staring into yours... muddled in something you can't quite place your finger on.

You think you hear him breathe a whisper in your direction, but you don't catch what he's saying. Instead, your hands are clasping around his throat, nails kissing his tender skin. A maniacal grin is stamped on his face, his hands laying peacefully to his sides. He doesn't struggle and instead almost seems to lift himself to meet your grip more.

A flush of power overcomes you as you tighten your hold on him just a little more. He's clasping onto the sheets of your bed with his fingers; it's a shame that he'll have to make your bed again later tonight. You watch, intrigued, as his eyes roll up and drool leaves his lips.

You release him gradually, the skin on his neck blooming in colors of wild roses, hawthorns, and cornflowers. A wreath around his neck, as your prized champion and faithful servant. That's what you've given to him.

When you back away, his hand springs out like a geyser and catches your wrist. His grip is gentle but unyielding, and he's looking at you with a satisfied smile and a dangerous gleam in his eyes. He pulls you down, embracing you fully in his arms. You feel something wet and hard beneath you.

"Only take blood from me," he mutters into your ear, appendages like boa constrictors. "Only from me."

You finally rest your eyes, lips painted in his redness.

i welcome and encourage all psychoanalyses of both y/n and dion

-> masterlist

. ˚◞♡ 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒙 𝒃𝒕𝒕𝒎 𝒈𝒏 𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒃 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓◞ ₊˚

. ˚◞ ꒰ verse 9948v rishen ꒱ cultis x reader, necromancer x reader, bounty hunter x reader, cw: period sex, cunnilingus ⊹ ۪ ࣪

𖹭. in which your partner decides to help you out with your cramps in a pleasurable way <3

rishen would be between your legs, ferally lapping away at the slick, thick, liquid that flowed out from it. mixed together with the juices of your arousal.

gods, you tasted heavenly to him. each drop of blood that catch the appendage that thrusts in and out of your tight hole you get lightheaded. but it takes away your cramps. the feeling of your body being overstimulated taking over any sort of ache in your body instead.

wit a buck of your hips into his mouth, his tongue leaves your cunt to clench around nothing. tongue licking long streaks up your slit. lips vacuuming at your clit.

“— s-so fuckin’ good, s’ fuckin’ good hermosa/hermoso, doin’ so well. fuck” he groans, the rumbling of his voice sending vibrations straight through your core. leaving your thighs twitching, quivering.

“rish— rishen— rishen baby ‘m gunna-” a hard squeeze meets your waist, while his hands bring you further down onto his mouth and he pants against it ferally.

“cum f’me.”

Subby gang bang but instead of a bunch of guys overpowering and dominating a sub girl it's a bunch of puppy boys working together to overpower and pleasure their Mommy:((( They put so much thought into how to tie you up. What material to use (silk so as to not hurt you), what color it would be(whatever they thought you'd like best), they practiced on each other to get the knots justtttt right too !! All of them stimulating any and every sense you have, putting their greedy paws all over your flushed skin. Apologizing in the midst of their worship. They'll adjust you oh so gently and take turns doing all the things you trained them to do. Displaying their dedication to you. You spend so much time watching over them and being in control they wanted to make you comfortable while allowing you to fully relax and enjoy them 🥺💕

oh lil headcannons cuz yuh

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa i think this is gonna be both nsfw and sfw- so chef kiss-

headcannons about mr gojo satoru (and him being your good pet)

tags: nsfw, pegging, oral both receiving, name calling (satoru getting called slut,,etc etc), sub!gojo, needy!gojo, reader is nb coded as per usual (afab cuz i am duh), reader is also FAT not chubby or chunky- we talkin 2 sum to do sum. reader is also mixed coded

there's some sfw but this is gonna be mostly nsfw i guess, anyways don't like? don't read. minors and ageless blogs dni PLEASE

word count: ~1.5k (yikes this is just rambling tho)

sfw:

-oh man gojo's whipped,, oh you mention something you was thinking about?? oh he's getting it for you even though you didn't ask him to

-he purposely gets you clothes that shows your tummy and stretch marks, more cuz he likes looking at them at any point when you two are in public than anything else

-gets upset when you have random bouts of depression and low esteem about your body. (you initially thought that he was shallow and didn't want to be seen with you out in public because of your apron belly and back rolls...he quickly shut that down)

-purposely holds you in front of his big ass mirror that he has in his room...for reasons...ahem,, he holds firmly as he murmurs softly in your ear about how much he loves you and what he loves to look at on you

-whenever he eats sweets, he always gets extra of what you've told him that you liked, always (he's not going to tell you, but you've found his stash of snacks that he has specifically for you)

-unconsciously he does in fact grab at your apron belly. not even like to feel it or anything,, it's like a comfort thing???? like you two watching tv and cuddling? grabs. you're washing dishes and he comes from behind you? your stomach is the first thing he holds when he wraps his arms around you

-your belly and thighs are gojo's fave place to lay on. hands down. your warmth radiates and he's addicted...

-also when people call him a chubby chaser, he immediately shuts it down. not that he's ashamed of you or anything, just the fact that he thinks it's stupid as hell to have a label. he fell in love with you for You, not your looks or shape, Duh.

-not to be an asshole, but when gojo first saw how physically strong you were when you defeated a curse with not a single scratch on you? he deadass was shocked lowkey; not in a way of fat shaming or anything just the fact that you're a shit ton stronger than he thought tbh

-if it happens that you're a teacher in the school, he would specifically visit your classroom to just be a bother. sitting in the back of the class and asking dumb questions so you can huff and pout your cheeks on your beautiful round cheeks at him.

-his favorite thing to do is make you smile. his wallpaper on his phone is when you two were on a date and he took a picture of you when you weren't paying attention.

-speaking of pictures, he gets so upset when you don't like to take pics of yourself. on multiple occasions when you said anything mentioning your double chin, your rolls, the way your stomach looks in your clothes, etc etc; gojo get's so frustrated with you. like how can you not see how perfect you look to him

-for the first time you spent the night at his place for whatever reason, you REFUSED to have any part of your skin showing, you wore pants, socks, a big ass tshirt. gojo literally was so heartbroken that when you two got up in the morning he had a discussion about how much he loves you.

uhhhhhhhhhhh i guess n//sfw neooooow:

-the first time you and gojo got intimate? you initially actually refused to be touched, all you did was constantly give him handjobs and blowjobs. tbh it was frustrating the hell out of the both of you, but you "didn't want to scare him off"

-when you finally actually slept with the poor man, you were a ball of nerves. you refused to take off your shirt at first, and only let him hit it from the back for a while.

-that shit deadass broke gojo's heart, almost to tears tbh. when you started to cry the first time you stood completely naked in front of him. it took time to calm you down, but gojo was so appalled to find out that you thought so low about yourself.

-after the first time he saw you naked, gojo purposely began Worshipping you, making sure that you Knew that he loved literally every single inch of your body

-when you finally built up the courage to ride him? GYAT DAYUM. to say gojo was in heaven? was an understatement. when he saw you, and your absolutely perfect body bouncing on his cock? to say he came so fast that he almost had a trolley horse??? he didn't wait to recover from his orgasm before flipping you on your back and fucking folded you in half and plowed you

-gojo's favorite thing he ever got for his birthday was you in lingerie. so serious. you never dressed up in anything "scandalous". you told him you felt too self-conscious and embarrassed. which gojo didn't want to push the issue since he at least got you to feel comfortable to be naked around him. (1/4)

-continuing his birthday. it was late at night when you two came from celebrating his birthday. you told him to sit on his bed while you wanted to go to his bathroom to "freshen up". He already had you dress in his favorite clothes so he was half hard the whole evening to be frank. but when you came out of his bathroom, cladded in delicate phthalo green lace, with matching garters and thigh highs; gojo almost passed out how fast his cock hardened. (2/4)

-how can you look so ethereal?? you felt so embarrassed because you were just standing there, and he was just...Staring at you. you began to shy away from gojo before he finally opened his mouth. when on closer inspection, you saw he had to wipe his face since he was drooling. (3/4)

-"no no no no please- no don't go-" the words fumble out of gojo's mouth, cracking at the end. his bright eyes round as saucers as he made his way to where you were by the bathroom door. he fell to his knees as he gazed on your body- your stretch marks and rolls on clear display. to say in the least when he begged where you got your set from- he BOUGHT THE WHOLE STORE (4/4 fin bday thing)

-his favorite thing he loves to eat is sweets-that's what he tells everyone. cake, cookies, mochi, fruit, you,, the last one he doesn't tell anyone else. but to him that's his favorite thing to eat, Ever. oh you had a bad day at work? he eats you out for forever. He had a bad day at work? he eats you out for forever. tbh when he's bored he kinda navigates himself towards your hole. it's so addicting to him. makes him hard just thinking of what you taste like- even when he's in the middle of a mission.

-oop he didn't tell Anyone. but You found out his secret. everyone depends on gojo; his friends, family, clan, students...everyone has to count on him. he's the strongest of course. not to you though. never to you... when you and him were bickering on what position to be in, your voice cut through him. you Demanded him to lay down and let you take control. (1/6 sub gojo)

-the Whimper that left that poor man's throat? was so Delectable. You felt your eyes blink owlishly at gojo before you immediately climb on top of him. your hands quickly coming up to his chest before going further up to the meaty parts of his shoulders. you swiftly put a lot of your weight on your hands, pinning gojo to the bed. (2/6)

-"ohhhh if i knew you were such a Slut, i've would've done this ages ago" the only noise that came out of your boyfriend's mouth a choked whine as you watched his already flushed face, turn even redder. his head involuntarily nodding at your words. (3/6)

-"y-yeah im your slut" was the only sentence gojo can muster before his pretty eyes screwed tight in embarrassment. OH? oh- now this is new. you didn't think he was soo...nasty. so needy and you can watch how your boyfriend unconsciously leaned into your touch like a man starved. (4/6)

-your right hand came up and grabbed gojo's face, squishing his cheeks as your face came closer to his. your boyfriend's eyes shot open at your harsh grip, and you can see his eyebrows furrow so cutely together. you also happen to notice that his cock bounced and twitched almost violently when you FORCED gojo to look you in your eyes (5/6)

-"prove it then. prove that you're my slut. i want you to cum as many times as i want you to, but you have to tell me Every time" well, everyone knew he was loud anyways but you were so glad that your boyfriend lived in his own home- his screams most definitely would've caused a noise complaint (6/6 sub gojo)

***so anyways i think i wrote enough bc i feel like this wasn't even that good. shrugs. anyways pls send me any good ideas to write about...i think im just a sub!jjk blog atp idk

Thinking about big strong men who could easily overpower me, who could easily harm me or use me however they want. But who start trembling once I raise my voice at them. Falling to their knees, desperately clinging to my clothes, begging to be told what they did wrong so that they could make it up to me.

They take up more than half the bed yet they wanna be babied, taken care of. Tell them how pathetic they look begging for affection, begging to suck on your tits and have their hair played with while their pants get tighter before you even get to take your bra off. Aren't they so cute when they struggle to sit on your lap? "Mommy please I know I'm heavy but I need it please please please"

Completely and utterly at your mercy. And unbelievably shameless. "Mhm please...stuff my mouth! I need to suck on something! Anything please!"

They don't leave your side. Scary dog privilege my ass. No one messes with you when they see him walking behind you on the streets but what they don't see is the way his legs are shaking, the way his ass is clenching around that vibrating butt plug. And that's not even a punishment, he begged for it! Begging to be used at all times. Can you even refuse him when he's so fucking polite? Make him beg even harder for the small pathetic ounce of stimulation he wants when he's already on the floor sobbing like it's the end of the world just because it hurts how hard he is for you at all times. He craves it. Relief, a brief touch, anything to make the tantalizing ache go away. But his mind is so messy he doesn't even know if he wants to cum till nothing comes out of his abused cock or if he wants to be edged to the point he starts speaking unintelligible nonsense.

"Mhm~ don't know! Do something pleaseee! You know I...ahh I need something please..."

"What is it, sweet thing? Use your words. How can mommy help her puppy hm?"

"Nhg~ don't knoowww mommy...need you...lots...want yes want...mommy!"

And you laugh at him. The whole situation is just so fucking funny, yet it melts your heart at the same time. Seeing how reliant he is on you. Seeing how vulnerable he allows himself to become in front of you. The level of trust that takes.

And you wipe away his tears and kiss his lips gently, taking care of your pretty boy to the best of your abilities. Making him feel so good.

And he thanks you over and over again. "Mommy thank you! I love you! Love you love you love you soo much! What can I do for you, mommy? Wanna make mommy feel good, please!"

He'd gladly do whatever you say. "You want me to eat you out? Yes yes yes! Mommy tastes so good! Hold my face and fuck it! Fuck my mouth please! Please...." Even better if you want his fingers inside you since his cock is already too sensitive for your soft and warm walls to wrap around. He'll worship your pussy as well as he can. Long thick fingers curling just right inside you, his soft skin intensifying the pleasure he was giving you. "Am I doing it right, mommy? Am I a good boy? Mhm~ mommy does it feel good here?" And it does. He's a good boy and his yours. Your good boy.

Think about owning two pretty boys, watching them fight for your attention. Small whimpers of annoyance leaving Satoru's lips as you pat Suguru's head for having obediently followed your commands. You had the two men on their knees in front of you as you sat on a chair, desperately trying to stretch their holes for you using their thick fingers coated in lube.

Suguru had put on a show for you, ass up and legs spread, eyes locked on yours as he glanced at you over his shoulder. His digits toyed with his hole, an exaggerated moan escaping his lips every time he stretched himself for you. He wanted to drive you crazy and he was definitely not failing.

Meanwhile poor Satoru, mesmerized(perhaps more than you) by the man next to him, simply reached behind his ass to finger himself, a sight he unknowingly never let you witness. And for which he didn't receive half the attention you gave Suguru.

"Sit" you commanded, pointing at your lap and the man got up and obeyed, his red sensitive dick brushing against the fabric of your woolen trousers.

"Ahh~ ngh hurts" he whimpered. You only smiled at him, your right hand reaching behind him and giving a harsh smack over one of his cheeks, action that made his hips buck forward, his cock rubbing against your pants again.

"Ahh~ mommyyy pleaseee~" he begged.

"Mommy~~" you heard Satoru's voice yell at you, the desperation in his voice amusing you. Meanwhile you stuck two fingers inside Suguru's hole, drawing a high pitched whimper from the man.

"Ride" you ordered and as obediently as a puppy he put his hands on your shoulders to support himself and started lowering his body on your fingers. "You're gonna break them, pretty boy" you said. "You're clenching around them so hard. Feels good baby?"

"MOMMYYY!" Satoru yelled again.

"What? You wanna be used too?" you ask the man. In response he nods rapidly and approaches you as soon as you tell him to get closer.

He positions himself at your feet. "What do you want me to do, mommy?" He glanced at the mess you had on your lap, mess that used to be Suguru's calm and collected self, and frowned. "Anything...I'd do anything for you..."

You smirked and gestured for him to move closer to your clothed calf. "Make yourself feel good puppy"

He wasted no time and started humping your leg, moans of pleasure or pain or both escaping his lips. You grabbed his hand and brought it closer to Suguru's dick. "Jerk him off" you told Satoru.

The man pouted at your words but knew better than to complain. After all he was getting off in this pathetic way for not whoring himself for you the way you wanted and he didn't want to risk you shooing him away.

His big hand wrapped around Suguru's cock and started moving up and down slowly.

"Ahh~ fuckk..." you heard the man on your lap moan in your ear.

"Yeah you like it you fucking whore" Satoru snapped at him, the pace he had on his dick increasing.

"F-fuckk~ ngh~...ahh~~"

You chuckled and put your hand on top of Satoru's head, stroking his hair. He leaned into your touch, his hips thrusting faster.

"Ngh-ah~ fuckk 'm gon~ gonna cum~" you heard Suguru whimper. Satoru squeezed the other man's cock hard. "Ahh~ Satoru~~"

"Wha-ahh you wan? Ffuuckk you want me t-to stroke you faster? To let you fuck~ c-cum?"

Both of them were out of breath, cheeks flushed pink as Suguru was riding your fingers despite the soreness in his thighs, Satoru's hand around his cock while his dick rubbed against the rough material of your pants, a deep shade of red, the pain arousing the man at your feet.

"Mommy! Tell him to ahh~ s-stop teasing mee!" Suguru yelled.

"Get off me" you sighed. The man looked at you confused and desperate for his release but he still obeyed and got on his knees in front of you. With a gesture of your head, Satoru understood your message and sat next to him.

"Both of you, face to face"

Complying, the two turned to each other. "Closer" you commanded and with an eye roll from Satoru he put his legs over Suguru's, their cocks almost touching one another.

You smirked. "Jerk each other off"

"What?!"

"Do you wanna cum today or not, Toru?"

He fell silent, his hand making its way to the other man's dick, slowly stroking the shaft.

"Ahh~..." Suguru let out a short whimper and started working Satoru's cock as well.

Your hand went between your legs, pressing hard on your crotch at the sight. The two men had their foreheads pressed against each other as they masturbated one another. They turned their heads towards you, both their cocks twitching when they saw you slide your trousers down to your ankles along with your underwear, revealing your dripping cunt.

"Don't mind me" you said nonchalantly as you effortlessly slid two fingers inside your pussy and pressed them against your g spot.

"Satoru~" Suguru purred the other man's name, his hand reaching behind his back and groping his ass cheeks.

"Mm~ c'mere" said Satoru and grabbed Suguru's chin with his free hand, bringing his face closer and pressing his lips on the other man's.

Both of them looked at you as they made out, their moans and whimpers filling the room. Satoru's hand left Suguru's chin and pinched his nipple instead, drawing a gasp from his friend, sound which soon got muffled by their mouths devouring each other.

"Mmm~ mommy~~ you like us?" Suguru asked, his soft voice sending waves of pleasure between your legs, the two men's actions driving you closer to your release.

"Doin' so good baby" you praised "my lovely boys, my lovely good boys"

White thick ropes spurted out of Satoru's cock, the sight enough for both you and the other man to follow him shortly. Poor boys didn't even get to see their mistress cum at the show they put on, their eyes squeezed shut. Perhaps even if they tried to look their eyes would soon be covered in the sweat that was dripping on their faces, making their vision even blurrier than the aftermath of the orgasm left it.

Both of them collapsed on the floor, laying on their backs, covered in their combined fluids and panting rapidly. When they tried to get up, you were there to help them and lead them to the bedroom where they could rest while you cleaned the mess they had made for your pleasure.

your favorite patient has been my fav recently ITS SO ADDICTING and he is just so... i just wanna tie him up

also would you think he would love masochism? reader is stressed :((

It's crazy how much you guys love this series and it's making me SO happy😭❤️

And yes, I think he would definitely love masochism

"ngh~ doc-...ahh~"

"What? You know this is what you get for being a bad boy"

You slapped his left ass cheek, digging your nails into the other. He buried his face in your pillow, his leaking cock twitching once he felt your smell. It earned him another hard smack.

"You fucking pervert! Getting off in such a way!"

He didn't answer. His hips started moving, and after taking a closer look you saw his cock desperately rubbing against the sheets.

"'m sorry doctor i- ahh~ I'll change them after I pro- ngh-ahh~ I promise!"

You chuckled and squeezed his ass, your hands barely able to contain the fat of it. The poor boy whimpered shamelessly, trying (and failing) to move his hips back to feel the stinging and pleasurable pain your hands and nails provided, as well as forward to feel the stimulation of the mattress against his sensitive cock.

"You look like a fucking whore right now darling" you told him. He liked, no, he loved it when you were mean to him. He knew he was the only one for you and, when he forgot, you were there to make him kneel and squirm, watching you unbuckle your belt and get ready to show him how much you loved both him and owning him. Just the thought of it is making him lose his mind every time he's home alone, his fingers knuckles deep inside his hole, contemplating if it would be worth it to disobey you on purpose just to give you a reason to be rough with him. And it's always worth it.

"Shall we invest in some whips and paddles sweet boy?"

"Mmhmhm...yes please..."

Also any advice y'all have for me is very welcome. I know there's room for a lot of improvement regarding the aesthetic of this blog

WRITE A PART 4 I BEG YOU.

Your favorite patient...

Part 4

Summary: your slave has been a very good boy lately and you decide it's time for a reward

Contains: sub!male! yandere, AFAB!dom!reader(no gender specified), smut, master/slave dynamic, fingering(m!receiving), pegging, praise, degradation, breeding kink

Short note: thank you guys so much for all your support! I really appreciate it!❤️

"What have you done today, baby?" you ask, a smile on your face as you look at the kneeling man in front of you.

"I did the chores, the laundry, I restocked the fridge and I made dinner!" the man answers, eyes full of love and adoration slightly pleading for praise.

You start caressing his cheek and he leans into your touch letting out a contented sound. "And about your body, love? What have you done to keep it beautiful for me?"

He blushes at your question and slightly averts his gaze. "I shaved... everything. And applied soothing lotion...and also used a scrub before you arrived to make sure my skin is perfect for you. I did that after the shower, of course...then a face mask. And...I think that's all"

"Have you touched yourself?" he almost jumps at your sudden question, his eyes filling with apprehension. You chuckle and pinch his cheek hard until he lets out a whine.

"Haven't...only you can..." he whispers.

"Louder, baby and I want you to tell me why only I can"

He lets out an almost inaudible whimper. "You own me...I'm yours...my pleasure belongs to you..."

"That's a good boy" you praise and rub the red spot on his cheek with your thumb. "I think you deserve a reward, sweet thing"

His eyes light up at your words and he starts nodding frantically. "Yes yes yes yes please...yes please...I've been good..."

"Patience, baby" you say and pat his head. He leans into your touch, his body moving towards your hand as soon as you pull it away, eager to feel more of it. You pat the spot on the bed next to you and he basically jumps on the mattress like an obedient puppy. You get up and spread his legs, feeling the man squirm under your touch.

"Mhmm~ what are you gonna do?" he whimpers, big pleading eyes staring right at you. He was laying on his back, arms above his head and legs spread, looking like a piece of art you were impatient to devour yourself.

Your hands slip under his shirt and grope his chest, earning you a moan from your slave. He arches his back, trying to get more of your arousing touches. Before he even realized it, his shirt was on the floor and so were his pants. He lets out a trembling sigh as your hand starts caressing his bulge, your thumb slightly rubbing over his clothed tip.

"Ahh~ ...mhm doctor~ pleaseeee..."

"What is it you need, baby? Hm?" you ask with a heart warming smile on your face that made him weaker than he already was for you.

He blushes and looks away from you, squeezing his eyes shut. Your fingers start playing with the hem of his boxers, threatening to take them off and expose his hard cock. "I thought you were a good boy who deserves a reward, darling. Was I wrong? Are you naughty?" you ask him teasingly.

"No no no" he starts, shaking his head. "I'm a good boy....'m your good boy. I need uhm...I..." He looks at you, eyes filled with tears. Poor boy was so embarrassed about telling you this. Wasn't he so adorable?

"Need...cock...please" he whispers, letting out a whimper as soon as he finishes his words. You chuckle and stroke his thigh lovingly. "Mhm...don't laugh doctor!" he whines, a pout forming on his face which only makes you the more amused.

"Don't worry, baby. I'll give you what you want. How does that sound, sweet boy?" you ask. His face lights up and his hips thrust upwards slightly. You take his boxers off, causing him to let out a moan when his hard dick slaps against his lower stomach, precum sticking to his skin.

You get up from the bed and he whimpers when he sees you open the toy drawer. You grab the harness and his favorite dildo (a pink one with a huge tip, long but not too thick) and you start fastening the belts around your hips.

Soon enough he's already shivering from the touch of the cold lube against his sensitive hole, your fingers skillfully prepping him for the strap. "Mhm~ please..." he begs, giving you those adorable puppy eyes that, combined to the flush on his cheeks and the slight tremble of his lower lip, made you wanna fuck him then and there and forget about this procedure. But you couldn't. You couldn't fathom hurting him.

"Patience baby...we need to stretch you out good for my cock, okay sweetheart?" He nods at your reassuring words, taking deep breaths trying to calm himself down. His dick twitches, his arousal sliding down his length and reaching your fingers, adding to the lubrication.

Once he gets used to your fingers you curl them oh so deliciously inside him and press on his prostate, making him let out a loud whimper. "Ahh~ not so...ngh hard...pleaseee~"

"Oh, did I press too hard, sweet boy? Forgive me" you apologize to the man under you who looked more like a mindless pile of mush than an actual human being. God he was so pretty...You just wanted to hold him in your arms and care for him for all eternity, make him yours, make him yours, make him-

"Ngh-ahh ahh~ f-ahh doctor...!" he moans when he feels the pink fat tip of the dildo penetrate his hole.

"You're so pretty like this, baby" you tell him as you thrust inside him, the toy hitting his soft spot, making his eyes roll in the back of his head. His legs wrap around your waist and pull you towards him in a desperate attempt to feel more of you.

"More ngh~ more! Fuck me~ ahh ahh AHH~...!" And you can't argue with that. He was too fucking perfect. So desperate for you, so slutty for you, so pretty, yours, only yours. You keep fucking him just like he asked, pressing on his lower stomach to feel how deep inside him your toy went and oh god why wasn't it real? Why was life so unfair that you couldn't feel your sweet boy's walls wrap around your cock?

You hated that thought and out of anger and frustration you kept going harder. The bed was creaking, you could feel it underneath you, but his moans and whimpers were the only sound which could be heard in your apartment. You were sure the neighbors will complain again. Fuck the neighbors. All the hatred you had for them, all the hatred you had for every single thing that had made you pissed, you were taking it out on this poor boy's prostate and he was loving every second of it.

"Ahh~ ahh... ngh- plea- more nee-... cock"

"Yeah?" you try to ask him breathlessly. "You like it when my cock fills you up so good? Fucking slut! My slut! Mine mine mine"

"Ahh ngh-ahh wan- ...cum inside...me~ pleaseee"

"You want me to fill you up?" He nods frantically as you ask him this, trying to cover the sounds he was making with your words. "You want me to breed you? Want me to stuff you full of my cum?"

"Yesyesyesyesyes!! Pleaseeee~.....!!"

You didn't even care that it was impossible to get him pregnant. None of you cared about that. You were too lost in the moment.

Before your hand even gets its chance to grab his cock and stroke it, he arches his back and cums all over his stomach and chest. You slower your pace, helping him get down from his high.

"You did great, baby..." you tell him as you slowly slide your strap out of him. He whines a little when he feels you removing it from inside him.

"Mhm doctor...thank you~...I...I love you..."

You look at him with the most loving smile he's ever seen, the most love filled eyes. You caress his cheek gently as you speak.

"I love you too..."

Thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoyed it! You can send me requests for what you want me to write about in the future (this series or anything else)❤️

Part 3 of "Your favorite patient"🥺👉👈

Your favorite patient...

Part 3

Summary: you came back from the hospital after a very stressful day and your good boy helps you relax

Contains: sub!male!yandere, AFAB!dom!reader(no gender specified), smut, oral(r!receiving), master/slave dynamic, praise, little bit of feminization

Short note: I hate how doms are portrayed like these people who don't moan or whimper because that's what a sub does and they only make those guttural noises and groans. Like, let people enjoy themselves. Anyway you moan a lot in this one

You had an awfully exhausting day at the hospital. Trying to convince a stubborn man that surgery was the only way to save his life, then performing a three hour surgery on him is no easy work. You were stressed and could barely keep your eyes open as you made your way to your apartment on the tenth floor of the complex. It was nine pm. The elevator was broken. Such a wonderful day.

You took your keys out of your coat and unlocked the door on the third try. Sighing, you opened it and stepped inside. A small smile appeared on your face when you noticed the man kneeling in front of you.

"Welcome home, doctor" he said with the biggest, most loving smile you've ever seen in your life. He was on his knees, hands on his thighs and his back straight(the "good boy" pose, as you called it). He was wearing a short black skirt you'd bought him and an oversized white shirt. A couple of buttons were undone, leaving the bite marks on his chest exposed. What a sight he was.

He started untying your shoe laces, carefully taking them off and putting them aside. Then, he slowly grabbed your ankle and put your foot inside the house slipper before moving to the next leg.

"Dinner is ready, doctor. Would you like to change into some more comfortable clothes first and then eat?" the man asks, the same smile on his face.

"I'm not hungry" you say, fatigue palpable in your voice as you started walking towards your shared bedroom. He started living with you a couple of days ago and was already taking his job as your slave very seriously. He'd have breakfast ready for you every morning before he'd come and wake you up. He'd help you shower and stand by your side as you brushed your teeth. Sometimes he'd do your skincare since you were always in such a hurry in the morning. When you'd come back home, he'd be waiting for you on his knees in front of the door, helping you take off your street footwear and your coat. Then he'd either help you change into house clothes or straight up follow you into the kitchen where he'd serve you the food he made with pure love and adoration just for you. Every day another healthy homemade meal. Every night a relaxing bubble bath(when he wasn't fucked out of his mind; when he was you'd take care of him).

He whines and jumps to his feet, following you into the bedroom. "B-but I worked so hard to make dinner..."

You ignore him and take a seat on the bed. When you start taking your clothes off his hands stop you.

"I'll do it for you" he tells you confidently. You let him unbutton your shirt and slide it off your shoulders, hearing the soft sounds he made at the sight of your bare torso. "You're so beautiful, doctor..." he says breathlessly, smiling and kneeling at your feet.

"I'm tired" you tell him and he frowns.

"It's all that geezer's fault" he mumbles. You raise a brow at his words, silently telling him to continue. "That old man who argued with you about the surgery" he adds, his voice full of hatred. "How dare he think he knows better than you!?" he snaps. "How dare he stress you out!? Who does he think he is? That guy deserved being refused the surgery! He should've fucking died!"

His face flushes red at the sudden touch of your hand, gently stroking his cheek. You were giving him the same kind smile you used to when he first saw you in that hospital room. He bites his lower lip and lets out a tiny whine.

"How do you know about that, pretty boy?" you ask him. You weren't mad at him, god forbid! How could you? He was your boy after all.

" 'm tracking you, doctor..." he says softly.

"Yeah? How so?

God the way you were talking to him was making him lose his mind already. Every time you spoke to him like he was an inferior being, someone who could barely comprehend the meaning of your words, everything would go fuzzy for him and he'd lose himself completely.

"App" he says, giving you his signature puppy eyes.

"App?" you repeat, a smirk on your face. He whimpers at the sight, his hips slightly rubbing against your foot.

"On...phone...your phone...track location and...can hear...you...mic..."

You laugh. You've already gotten used to his obsessive and possessive behavior, so the news didn't surprise you that much. But the way he was already so desperate and you haven't even touched him yet! Never in your life had you ever met someone so sensitive. And you loved it.

"Is that so, baby?" you ask teasingly. "You're tracking my phone?"

"Mhm~...mhm..." he whimpers, nodding his head rapidly. " 'm taking care of you..."

You burst out laughing again and that only makes him feel smaller. You start stroking his hair, slowly moving upwards to the top of his head and pat him.

"That's so nice of you, pretty boy" you praise him.

He chuckles, his cheeks getting redder. " 'm pretty...your...pretty boy"

You kept caressing his hair as he leaned into your touch, soft sounds escaping his lips. You looked at him so lovingly, he was practically melting. Your thoughts were filled with...love for him. God, were you truly getting so obsessed with him that you didn't mind him tracking your phone and listening to all your conversations? Well, did you have something to hide from him anyway? Of course you didn't! He was the closest person to you. You could tell him anything. It wasn't as though you had any secrets he wasn't allowed to hear.

"Sweet thing, why don't you finish taking these clothes off, huh?"

He gulped and started nodding his head eagerly. "Yes, doctor! Everything you say!" His hands began to unbuckle your belt and you watched him with a proud smile on your face. He looked so pretty in that little skirt of his and you were one hundred percent sure he didn't have anything underneath. He was such a cute little boy!

He practically moaned when he finished taking off your pants, his trembling hands grabbing the hem of your underwear. You spread your legs in front of him so he could see the sticky wet spot on your panties.

"I'm so tired, sweet boy. Do you wanna make me feel better?"

"Yes!" he responds without hesitation. "Wanna taste you. May I taste you? May I? Please..."

How could you deny him when he asked you so politely? He's always been so well behaved! You never had to tell him to beg for what he wanted(except for when you wanted to torment him). He was such a good boy! If you weren't so mean he'd never receive any punishment because he never deserves it! Those are the times when you get mad at him for no reason, just because you need to justify why you wanted to cover his body in bites and bruises and smack his ass till he couldn't sit comfortably for days.

"Pleaseee..." he whines once more and you get pulled away from your thoughts.

"I want you to make me cum, you think you can do that?" you ask, teasing him.

His eyes light up and he starts nodding his head. "I'll make you cum...make you feel so good..."

You smirk before leaning on your elbows and waiting for him to start worshipping his master.

As soon as he saw you get in that position, his head was buried in between your legs and his tongue was already licking at your clothed clit. He grabbed your thighs and lifted them on his shoulders as his tongue pressed on your entrance and his nose rubbed your bud frantically.

"F-fuck baby..." you cursed, biting your lower lip, trying to suppress the sounds you were forced to make.

He grabs the hem of your panties and pulls them down, rapidly taking them off and throwing them on the floor, leaving your pussy exposed to him. A whine escapes his lips and his hot breath hits your sensitive cunt, causing you to groan and grab a hold of his hair.

"So pretty..." he says, already sounding breathless. "Such....pretty...pussy...wanna make you feel good..."

Before you can tell him anything his mouth goes back to work, tongue lapping at your folds and causing your body to tremble. Lewd sounds started filling the room as he kept eating your pussy like a starved man. And boy was he doing a good job.

"Does...mhm~ feel...good mhm...?"

You couldn't even answer his question. The pleasure overtaking your body at that moment was too intense for you to talk. He went back to your hole, shoving his tongue inside and rubbing his nose against your clit rapidly.

"F-ahh baby...a-atta boy..." The praise only made him go faster, his hands rising to your thighs and pushing them inwards, squeezing his head between them. His tongue started rubbing circles on your red bud, each stroke drawing a moan of pleasure from you.

Your sounds boosted his confidence as he moved his head faster and harder. You didn't even know such a slim man could possibly have that much strength! The bed was fucking creaking with every thrust of his face in between your legs. Oh, he's humping the bed. Yeah, that makes sense.

That's when your grip on his hair tightens and you try to sound as demanding as you could while he was tongue fucking you.

"D-don't ahh~... st-stop thrust...f-fuck...the fuck...oh fuck!....fucking bed...!!"

And he stops. Wasn't he such a good boy? He pulls his face away from your cunt for a second, catching his breath. "S-sorry...I'll b-be good~...from...now-"

You push his head back in between your legs, muffling his words as you start to grind on his face, getting closer and closer to your release. "Fuck baby...yeah! That's f-fuck...so g-good...atta boy! Atta fucking boy!"

You felt your orgasm approaching, your legs shaking and walls clenching around the tip of his tongue, which was laying numb at your entrance, too tired to keep going as you fucked his face. As you came he let out a loud whimper, then pulled away from your pussy, panting like crazy. His face was covered in your release and he was licking his lips sloppily.

"Taste so good~...mhm...love you..." he says, giggling like an idiot.

You weren't in a much better state yourself. Panting and full of sweat, clit feeling sore from his abusive tongue and legs still shaking slightly. Your gaze lowers and that's when you see the sheets and his little skirt, both covered in white fluid.

"Oh baby..."

He looks away, cheeks getting redder. He covers his mouth, trying to hide the smile on his face. God, he was so perfect. He came just from humping the bed and eating your pussy and he didn't even get to finish grinding on the mattress cause you made him stop!

"Darling, look at the mess you did..."

"Mhm...are you proud?" he whimpers, big puppy eyes staring right into your soul. "Did I do good? Was I a good boy?"

You smile lovingly and you couldn't deny the feelings you were starting to develop for this man. "You did so good, my sweet boy. I'm proud of you"

"Mhm...thank you...pat my head, pretty please..."

You pat your lap and his mouth curls into a smile. He stands up and places his thighs on either side of your hips before wrapping his arms around your neck and sitting on your lap. You were right, he wasn't wearing any underwear. You smirk at the feeling of his now semi-hard cock on your skin.

"Pats!" he whimpers. "Please...!"

You can't but chuckle as you start caressing his hair with one hand while stroking his back with the other. His breathing was starting to go back to normal as he let himself relax in your arms.

"Mhm...thank you...I love you..."

"I love you too, pretty boy"

Thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it! You can send me requests for what you want me to write about in the next parts❤️

Your favorite patient...

Part 2

Summary: you are a hardworking doctor who has been stalked by a patient. Now it's time he gets punished for his obsessive behavior.

Contains: sub!male!yandere, really mean dom!reader(gender not specified), degradation, dacryphilia(kinda), lots of begging, praise(if you squint)

A whimper escapes his lips when he sees the huge grin on your face. As you crouch in front of him, he loses his balance and falls on his ass on the floor. You laugh at him, a mix of shame and arousal filling his body to the brim.

"Pleaseee..." he whines again. At how vocal he was, with his little sounds and pleas you were surprised you'd never heard him jerking off under your bed while he listened to you.

He was almost laying on his back, his legs spread wide in front of you, holding his weight on his elbows. Your gaze falls to the bulge in his pants, a small stain right at the end of his clothed dick. As he feels your eyes on him his hips involuntarily thrust upwards. Your hand goes in front of your face, your fingers rubbing your eyes as you tried your best not to burst out of laughter.

"Mhm... what's so funny, doctor?" he whimpers.

"It's funny how I've always wanted a whore like you, yet you've been here all the time, I just had no idea" You feel the smirk on your face get wider when he moans slightly at your insult. "Get on the couch" you say, your voice not as demanding as it should've been, you find out later.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he asks, his face lighting up.

"Get on the fucking couch!"

He falls silent and gets up as fast as he can, almost tripping over on his way to the couch. He takes a seat there, straightening his back and keeping his hands on his thighs. He was trying his hardest not to let out any more sounds, but it was so hard! The way you were approaching him slowly, tantalizingly slowly. How your body was moving, how those clothes were fitting you so perfectly. He started fidgeting, cracking his fingers like he was trying to break them.

"Pleaseee..." he whines again.

You frown and raise your voice at the man in front of you. "If you don't keep quiet I'll gag you! Is that what you want?"

Fear creeps onto his face and he shakes his head rapidly. "No, no, no, no. Don't gag me! Don't gag me please! I wanna tell you how much I love you, doctor! I wanna talk to you! I wanna- mhm... wanna-"

Your hand was on his cheek, thumb brushing against his lower lip, the small gesture shutting him down. His breath was caught in his throat and when he relaxed under your touch, when he let out that relieved sigh, the room was filled with a pained scream.

"Ahh..." He was breathing rapidly after the slap you just gave him, its pain lingering on his skin which was turning redder by the second.

"Have you forgotten that this is supposed to be a punishment, you freak?" you ask him, both anger and mockery detectable in your voice.

He looked at you with big teary eyes, a smile forming on his lips. "Harder..." He moans, lifting his hands and trying to grab yours, but stopping himself mid-air, remembering he had to be obedient. If this went well he'd be your slave! That thought alone almost made him cum in his pants.

You raise a brow, your face darkening. "Did you just tell me what to do?"

He gulped. "Uhm...uh...I..." he started stuttering, trying to find the right words.

"A punishment is supposed to hurt but it seems like you're enjoying yourself so far, aren't you?" you ask. He stays silent. The truth was, he was desperate to feel that pain from your slap again. He wanted it, no...he needed it. He felt like he was gonna die if you didn't touch him any sooner. You start talking again, not paying attention to the way he was pacing back and forth, fidgeting in his seat, soft sounds escaping his red lips, abused by his teeth every time he tried not to jump on you and hump your leg until he came.

"You want me to touch you, don't you? You want me to fuck you?" you ask, smirking.

He nodded eagerly. "Yes...yes, please...pretty please, doctor....please, please, please-"

"Shut the fuck up, you slut!" you snap at him.

He whimpers just like a dog who's been yelled at by his beloved owner and his head lowers.

"You're sick. Disgustingly pathetic and utterly insane. I could do whatever i want to you, but my options are limited if I truly wanna torture you" You start pacing around the room, thinking of means to make him regret being a repulsive stalker and a crazy manwhore. He just stays there, already in pain, struggling not to simply take one of the pillows on the sofa and hump it like a bitch in heat. God, he would've loved it if you just touched him. Why weren't you touching him? Couldn't you see how much he needed it? Couldn't you see how much he loved you? Lost in thought, he didn't even realize when you appeared in front of him. He lifts his gaze and tries to look you straight in the eyes. You only gave him a serious and emotionless glare.

"Take your pants off" you demand.

You didn't need to tell him twice. He practically jumps off the couch and starts undressing, taking his pants off along with his boxers and revealing his hard cock. Fat tip leaking precum like a running faucet, pulsing veins along his neglected shaft. His legs were hairless, as well as his balls, no hair present on his lower body. You saw some thick scars running along his pale thighs, a reminder of the accident which led to him meeting you. They didn't make him any less attractive. You still had to use all the self-control you had in you not to fuck him dumb right then and there.

You whistle at the sight and his cheeks get redder, a content expression on his face.

"Am I pretty, doctor? Am I pretty for you?" he asks, eager for an answer. Maybe if he'd been a good boy he would have gotten praised for his appealing appearance, but you had other plans for him today.

You chuckle. "You? Not in the slightest. You're pathetic. Your hair is a mess and what's inside that brain of yours is even messier. Your legs are so thin it's a miracle they haven't broken yet just from holding your useless existence every single day. No, don't take off your shirt. I don't wanna puke"

"Ahh...ngh-ah..." He bends forward, both hands grabbing at his crotch as he feels his knees getting weak. He whimpers and trembles as you watch him, your own arousal growing. But you couldn't give in and take him. You were too competitive to do that. You couldn't possibly let him stalk you for weeks then give him exactly what he wants. No. He had to be punished.

He straightens his back, panting as though he just ran the marathon. He shows you his palms, full of the cum he's been holding back for so fucking long. His eyes light up he looks at you, a big smile on his lips.

"Thank you, doctor! Mhm...thank you....you're so good to me...I love y-"

Your palm against his cheek shuts him up this time as well. He could feel tears starting to form in the corners of his eyes. He lifts his head again, trying to hold back his sobs.

"Please, doctor...please"

"Shut up" you command, but he doesn't stop. Tears start running down his red cheeks, only adding to the painful burning sensation.

"Doctor, please...!" He starts tugging at your shirt, desperation visible in his dilated pupils.

"Keep your mouth shut, you slut!"

"I'm a slut!" he says. "I'm your slut, yours, yours only! Ngh-....mhm pleaseee, please I'm sorry. I'm disgusting and pathetic and I deserve it but I just wanna...wanna...mhm..." He grabs your wrist, placing your hand on his reddened cock, shamelessly. You yank your hand away.

"Ew... disgusting! I don't wanna get whatever you have. I don't wanna become a pathetic whore like you" Your disgusted expression was only adding to the pain he was already experiencing, both physical and emotional. He started sobbing, his eyes filling with tears and blurring his vision.

"I d-don't have...'m not sick...doctor, I'm not sick, please" He kept sobbing as you watched him with a pleased smirk across your face. "Please...I know I'm a whore but...mhm please..." He kept begging, his words getting less and less coherent. " 'm sorry, doctor...'m so sorry for being so naughty....I shouldn't have...ngh... shouldn't...forgive....please... forgiveness... doctor...hurts...'m sorry"

He stopped speaking and just straight up started sobbing, fat tears running down his flushed cheeks. He was desperate, so needy, so perfect. The more you were pushing him over the edge, the more you were starting to feel as though you were growing as obsessed with him as he was with you.

Your hand makes its way to his cock and your fingers wrap around him, earning a moan from the man. He kept crying, still too weak to form words and you could've sworn he was too weak to even think of them, let alone speak them. His knees get weak so your left hand goes under his ass to support him and make sure he keeps standing. His hands grab onto your shoulders instinctively.

More and more lewd sounds kept filling the room as you stroked him. You were aching to tease him, to edge him, to make him beg for his release, but you weren't that cruel. You press your lips on his forehead while your hand twisted around his shaft, stroking up and down faster every time when he would start thrusting his hips, unable to tell you to go faster since his mind was completely blank.

" 'm gon- ...ahh ngh-ahh...doctor...gon-"

Could he get any more perfect? Asking for permission to cum even when he was fucked stupid? You were keeping him. A hundred percent. You weren't letting this man go under any circumstances.

"Cum for me, pretty boy. Come on, let it all out for me. That's it. Atta boy!"

"Ahh...f-ahh...ngh...f-fuck..."

He gave you everything he had, his cum covering your hand and even sliding down his thighs, ending up on the carpet. He grabbed your hand rapidly, your eyes getting wide at how he started licking his cum off your fingers with sloppy and desperate tongue movements. He falls to his knees with a thud after swallowing everything, panting and gasping for air.

You stayed there and watched him. You were at a loss for words, completely and utterly. Your eyes were wide and mouth slightly agape, shocked at his actions. He lifted his head and gave you a loving smile, his lips still covered in his arousal.

"Thank you..."

Thank you for reading this! I hope you enjoyed it! I'm kind of thinking about making this a series so please tell me your thoughts about that. Have a great day!❤️

Your favorite patient...

Part 1

Summary: You are a hardworking doctor and you save a man's life. Wait, why is he coming back with all sorts of conditions? What do you mean he followed you home? He's begging to be your...what?

Contains: Obsessive behavior(yandere), stalking, mentions of masturbation, slight smut, dom!reader(gender is not specified), sub!male!yandere.

Imagine you work in a hospital. You're a workaholic doctor who simply loves treating people and helping them get healthier and better. You greet everyone with a smile and try to cheer up every person who comes in, despite their state. 

One day a young man is brought into the ER and you find out he had been in a horrible car accident. You don't waste any more time and treat his wounds and the next day he's already conscious and aware of everything happening around him. Yours is the first face he sees once awake.

The following days you visit him in his hospital room and ask him how he's feeling, the same honest and benevolent smile on your face. You can tell that he's exaggerating most of the time and that the pain he tells you he's experiencing is not as severe as he claims. So you do the only rational thing and discharge him.

Next week, he's back with another issue and he requests you specifically. An ear infection. It wasn't your area of expertise but you took a look and recommended him a qualified doctor. He left displeased.

One week later you saw him again. A stomach ache. It wasn't bad but he wouldn't have it. "You don't get it, doctor! It hurts!" he'd say and grab your wrist, putting it on his lower stomach. He wanted a set of tests. He was even willing to pay any sum of money! You actually ran the tests and he spent one night in the hospital. You should've paid more attention to the smile he had on his face when you came with his results. He wasn't pleased seeing a green line next to every word on the file, yet he understood the situation and left. "Thank you so much, doctor!" he said with a huge smile on his face. "I was so scared! What would I do without you?"

The following week he was in the ER again. Ibuprofen overdose. "I had a headache and didn't know what to do! Help me, doctor!" A part of you was starting to see a pattern, yet your overworked mind couldn't quite put the finger on the issue at hand. You treated him like any other patient. The same friendly smile on your face, the same soft tone of voice, the same tired eyes. You were busy saving lives everyday. This was your duty and you had to do it right. "Such a big heart you have, doctor!" the same adoration in his eyes when he says this as always. "You're amazing!" and you could've sworn you saw tiny hearts forming inside his dark pupils. You should drink less caffeine, really.

After a couple of days the man doesn't come into the ER. Yet you don't even notice his absence. You were so overworked, so tired! Poor you!

One random Thursday(a thoroughly planned day) you freeze when you step into your living room. A familiar person was sitting on your couch. You knew him from somewhere, but why was it so hard for you to remember?

"Hello, doctor!" he greets. The same smile, the same excited voice. And you recognized him. "Don't tell me you don't know who I am..." he started, a bit of disappointment making its way into his facial expression.

You were standing there, unable to move. What was your patient doing inside your house? How did he know where you lived? How did he get inside? Why did he get inside? Was he dange-

"You don't look too pleased to see me, doctor..." he says, a small frown on his face. He approaches you and you instinctively take a step back. "Don't be afraid. I'd never hurt you." his words were either as honest as they could be or he was one hell of a liar. The former sounded better. "You're good and kind and gentle. I'd never hurt you" he chuckled. That makes you make another step back.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, breathlessly.

"I'm here for you, isn't that obvious?"

It was very obvious but you were hoping he'd elaborate.

"You work so hard, doctor" he starts talking in a pitiful, saddened voice. "You work overtime almost everyday. You always come back home late. You don't even have time to cook and you always order takeaway. Then you sit in front of the TV with a glass of wine in your hand, drifting off with god knows what series in the background." He chuckles. "Well, I know actually.".

He takes another step towards you and you flinch. "I wanna make you feel good, doctor" he tells you, almost whimpering. "You work so hard...it's a pity you don't have a slave at home to take care of each and every one of your needs"

Did he just say slave?

"I've been following you ever since you saved my life, doctor. I owe you!". He puts a hand over his heart, trying to show you just how much he loves you. "I know everything you do. I know you barely have a social life, or a sleep schedule or time for yourself except for the moments when you lay on your back on the bed, your glass on the bedside table and you...touch yourself." He blushed at his own words. Meanwhile, you were going through the five stages of fear. If they didn't exist until now, well now they did.

"You don't have any time to clean this place either. I know, since I try not to cough when I lay under your bed and listen to your moans every night." A huge smile spreads across his face. "God, you're amazing..." .

Your hand goes to the pocket of your coat and, as soon as he sees you, his face darkens.

"Doctor...I told you I'm not here to hurt you" His tone held some sort of threat and that made you the more afraid. Your fingers wrap around your phone and you pull it out. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. "You're not gonna do that!" he screams. "You're gonna make me yours! You're gonna do it!".

The sound of your palm making contact with his cheek echoed in the room. He bends forward a little, covering his red cheek and whining softly. He looks at you with fear in his eyes, but you needed to be blind not to see the arousal that fear created. He drops to his knees, hands on his thighs, head lowered.

"I'm sorry, doctor!" he whines. "I shouldn't have yelled at you! Please forgive me! Please! Forgive me for being such a bad boy..." .

You look at him with a shocked expression. It was crystal clear that he was living inside his own world of make-believe in which you were the master and he was the slave. It was obvious he'd wanted it ever since he first saw you. And that he wouldn't take 'no' for an answer.

You smirk, all the previously felt fear having already vanished. After all, everything he said was right. You were exhausted and you needed someone to serve you. You deserved it, didn't you? Weren't you that god sent person who saved this poor boy's life? Why not give him what he wants? Why not...give yourself what you want?

"You followed me home" you start, your tone as assertive as you could make it. You could see his body shiver and that only made you keep going. "You broke into my house multiple times. You stalked me!"

A soft whimper escapes the man in front of you. He tries to lift his head, to look at you with those big pleading puppy eyes of his, to show you how very sorry he felt(not in the slightest) for doing all that. But when you snap at him he lowers his head again.

"You gave yourself medical conditions so that I could treat you! What kind of sick fuck does that?"

He moaned when he heard your degrading words, lifting his head and looking you straight in the eyes, a big smile on his face.

"I'm sick, doctor. I'm very sick..."

You laughed at his wordplay. "I think you've been a bad boy. A bad sick naughty boy. You know what bad boys get?" You smirk, waiting for his answer.

"Punishment!" he yells, his eagerness immeasurable. "They get punishment. Please, doctor..."

"Please, what?"

"Please....punish me"

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

If this goes well I'll write the second part(smut ofc).

what is fav patient's day to day schedule? since most of his time are spent alone in the house

Warnings: mentions of murder and rape, slight smut

This is how I see it:

He wakes up early in the morning, before you. After he's done showering, brushing his teeth and doing his skincare, he goes to the kitchen and makes coffee and breakfast. He likes to try new recipes for you every morning, so you wouldn't get bored and let me tell you his cooking is amazing. He also prepares your lunchboxes for when you're at work because he doesn't want you going to a random restaurant or cafe for lunch. Who knows what could happen there? What if someone puts something in your food or drink?! What if questionable people start hitting on you, then follow you to the hospital and when you're alone on the side walk they push you into an empty alley and brutally murder and/or sexually assault you?! Was there a big chance for this to happen? No. Was the chance 0 percent. Also no. That was good enough reason for him to worry.

He wakes you up gently, usually massaging your back and scalp. He begs for you to let him help you shower, but you often refuse knowing what that usually leads to. At the table he waits patiently for your opinion on his breakfast and after you tell him how good it tastes you start getting ready to go to work.

As soon as you leave he goes back to the kitchen and clears the table, then washes the dishes. After that he goes to the bathroom and grabs one of your dirty panties from the laundry basket, sniffs them, then goes to your shared bedroom and humps your pillow with them in your mouth. Sometimes he records himself and sends it to you while you're at the hospital, impatiently waiting for your return and the inevitable punishment. Usually he just straight up tells you when you get home so that you can call him a needy slut and fuck him senselessly.

Anyway back to what he does. When he's finished he takes your soaked pillow case and throws it into the washing machine along with the other clothes in the basket and, while he waits for it to be done, he irons the clothes he washed yesterday. As he's doing that he puts his expensive headphones on (a gift from you) and accesses the app he has installed on your phone, listening to what you're doing during the day. He begged so much for you to let him have your phone listened from time to time, saying it was for your safety, and you agreed. If he steps out of line you'd punish him anyway so there is nothing wrong with taking some extra safety measures as well as keeping your favorite patient happy.

When he's done he takes the clothes out of the washing machine and puts them on the dryer on the balcony, so they could be dry and ready to iron tomorrow. He doesn't clean the apartment every day but still does it often enough that every time he repeats it it doesn't take too much of his time. He also shaves when there's the need, wanting his skin to be faultless for when you come back from work.

He spends the rest of his day watching cooking tutorials, cat videos on tiktok, scrolling through sites where they sell sex toys etc. He watches Netflix sometimes or even reads some of the books you have in your house, but he absolutely hates the romance ones because the man simply doesn't love the woman as much as he should!

Before you get home he makes dinner and gets his hole ready for whatever you have in mind when you arrive. When you're there he's just so so happy. When he hears your key in the lock he kneels in front of the door and takes off your shoes as soon as you enter, then gets up and takes off your coat and leads you to the kitchen. After dinner you usually tell him what you have in mind for the night and if you wanna play with him he goes to the bedroom and gets comfortable on the bed while you shower. If not he pours some wine for the both of you and puts on a movie.

At the end of the day the two of you go to sleep together, him holding your body so close to his to feel your warmth and show you all the love he has for you.

sylus spicy headcanons ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

nsfw

• he’s sooo much more sensitive than he’d like to admit,especially his nipples and the tip of his cock are extremely sensitive,just one little feather brushing against the soft skin around his nipples gets him extremely riled up,you don’t even need to touch his little friend down there,you blowing air and light kisses on his tip gets him all whiny begging for you to just get on with it.

• he hates when you tease him ! not just because of his sensitive body but because he hates how much power you hold over him,his mind;the way you can say such naughty things to him and he’s secretly hoping you do all those things,with your small figure he could easily overpower you but it turns him on how despite all that you still have him under your finger.

• although he loves when you take control it turns him on when he has you pinned down with just his bare strength,he does enjoy bondage but you squirming and begging to be set free makes him just want to make a mess out of you,he purposefully lets you think you have the advantage just so he can destroy that confidence.

(just for fun purely for entertainment purposes only)

⠀ 𝝑𝑒 ⠀⠀ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. you’re heavily pregnant with sukuna’s child and so desperately need to have your specific pregnancy cravings: mangoes. when you realise you’re out of them, you turn into an emotional mess.

tags. true form!sukuna x wife!female reader. fluff, sfw. pregnancy. size difference (reader referred to as small). reader gets called ‘woman, brat’ wc: 1.8k

you’re crying in your chambers, the volume of your cries overshadowing sukuna’s arrival at the estate. you hiccup and sniffle as you sit in the corner of the master bedroom. there really doesn’t seem to be an end to your mental breakdown.

you’re prone to mood changes because of your pregnancy, already being seven months along. your belly is as round as a globe as it sticks out from under your kimono.

you hold onto your lower abdomen while mumbling to yourself. “not fair,” you rub your blurry eyes with your free hand.

the bedroom doors suddenly swing open. you lift your head from your knees and make eye contact with your husband who looks rather . . . upset. more upset than you are at the moment, that’s for sure.

you whimper as his big and intimidating stature dwarfs over yours while you’re stuck in the corner. when you look up at him, you cry even louder. seeing that familiar face after two whole days of suffering in this place alone gets you even more emotional.

after sukuna entered the room, his gaze had immediately fell upon your quivering figure. he raises an eyebrow as you cry louder once you spot him, the sound breaking his ear drums. he lets out a sharp exhale, a hint of annoyance seeping into his tone.

“enough with the tears,” sukuna grumbles as he crosses the room in a few long strides. his presence is both imposing and protective as he looms over your small figure.

his eyes flicker over your body—taking in the sight of your round belly. he can’t deny that the view makes his shoulders relax, relieved to see his wife do well after two days without seeing you.

sukuna kneels down before you, his eyes narrowing as he notices the tears running down your cheeks. who knows how long you’ve been sobbing? the realisation that no one has checked on you while you’ve been crying like this irks him.

the king of curses will make sure that every single servant - and especially the ones assigned to you - pay for not noticing your sour mood sooner.

“damn it, woman,” sukuna curses under his breath, his words laden with both irritation and a sense of concern, “what’s gotten into you now, hmm? why the blubbering mess?"

you hiccup, gasping for air as sukuna kneels down to your level, something he rarely does. one of his hands reach out to wipe a tear from your cheek, his expression stoic and unreadable while he does so.

“welcome home,” you utter, remembering to greet him properly. you wipe your own tears away and try to explain the situation without it sounding absurd. “i—i went down to the kitchen to get som-something,” you stammer, trying to spit it out before sukuna’s irritation spikes.

“but they didn’t have the food i craved—they’re out of mangoes,” your wailing starts again just at the thought of your non existent fruit. it felt like the most devastating moment in your life when the maids told you that they were out of mangoes.

sukuna’s annoyance quickly dissolves upon hearing your explanation. the revelation that you’re crying over mangoes seems so unbelievable, so absurd, that he couldn't help but let out a dry huff of laughter. an amused smirk tugs at the corners of his lips.

the pink haired man brushes the remnants of the tears away from your face. his rough fingers pause at your chin, giving it a light tap. “mangoes, huh? y’re out here bawling y’r fucking eyes out like a baby for some damn mangoes?”

despite his tough exterior, sukuna knows that pregnancy hormones often amplified emotions, making even the smallest things a cause for crying. and right now, you’re stressing and sputtering over some mangoes.

“mangoes,” you nod and cry softly, watching as sukuna rubs your cheeks with his manly fingers, enjoying his rough touch. you easily guess by just the increased toughness of his calluses that your husband has worked hard while he was gone.

though, mangoes are your current pregnancy craving and not having them meant war to you. it’s all you can focus on—even if your beloved sukuna is right in front of you.

“i need them,” you whine and pout. your hormones made it difficult for you to calm down.

you do, however, try your best to stop crying. you clean your face with the sleeve of your kimono and bite on your bottom lip to refrain from bawling your eyes out for the nth time. “i want my mangoes,” your voice is hoarse as you glance up at sukuna, “please?”

sukuna hates to admit it, but his expression softens upon hearing the hoarse tone of your pleading voice. the view of your tear-streaked face and the knowledge that you’re experiencing pregnancy cravings makes it difficult for him to maintain his usual firm demeanor.

the king of curses sighs, his annoyance replaced by a reluctant acceptance of your plight. “tsk, damn it,” he mutters, lazily resting his head against the palm of one of his hands, “y’re really gonna make me fetch you some mangoes?”

here you are, a grown woman crying and begging like a kid for a sweet, juicy mango. he’s seen you in many states - happy, sad, tired, excited - but never quite as emotionally overwhelmed just for a piece of fruit. sukuna’s large hand reaches out to pat your head in a surprisingly gentle manner, a rare display of his softer side.

you pout at sukuna and lean into his touch as he pats your head. you come up with something witty to say, as you always do. “well, you’re the one who got me pregnant,” you comment in a teasing way, sticking your tongue out at your husband.

no matter what sour mood you’re in, you can still be sassy. though it doesn’t last long before your bottom lip trembles again. “i can’t do anything about it. the baby craves mangos,” you whine as you rub your baby bump to emphasise your words.

you are eating for two people after all—for you and the baby.

sukuna’s smirk widened at your retort and the playful gesture. even in your distraught state, you had the audacity to sass him. damn cheeky little woman.

the pink-haired man chuckled darkly, his hand clumsily ruffling your hair again before pulling away. “‘n i don’t regret a thing. even if i gotta put up with y’r cranky ass.”

you roll your eyes at sukuna’s reply. you know you’re an emotional mess, but you couldn’t care less. anything for your mangoes—those juicy ones that you could eat a dozen of in one sitting.

“the maids said that the mangoes were out of stock in the towns ‘nd villages nearby,” you continue while you carefully stand up from the corner. you’re trying your best to stay rational. you’re extremely hungry and haven’t eaten ever since breakfast. that’s how stubborn you are being.

“but i’m hungryyyyy. want my mangoes,” you sigh and nearly stomp your feet out of frustration.

“yeah, yeah—fuckin’ hell,” sukuna groans, watching you slowly stand up, your pregnant belly protruding like a perfect sphere. it’s a constant reminder of the effect he has on you, and somehow, it makes him proud.

he helps you stand up by holding onto your arm, sharp eyes focused on your body to make sure you don’t strain a single muscle.

after you manage to stand up straight, you walk with sukuna to the kitchen to find something to eat—perhaps some other fruit will satisfy your cravings for now.

sukuna follows behind you, his steps long and leisurely while your shorter strides keep the pace with him. as the two of you walked towards the kitchen, he continues to listen to your repeated mantra. it’s driving him insane.

“mangoes, mangoes, mangoes. i get it, brat,” the king of curses swears he can feel the vein in his forehead throb. you’re lucky that he . . . tolerates you as his wife.

it’s something more than just ‘tolerating’ you, of course. but openly admitting to loving you, even in the slightest, is something sukuna would never do.

if someone would ask him why he goes the extra mile for you, his answer would be that it’s simply because you’re carrying his heir. however only sukuna knows the full truth, the sappy secret he’ll forever keep to himself.

before you arrive at the kitchen, you bump into uraume. they glance from sukuna to you and bow. “good day,” they greet you with as much respect as they do to sukuna. they’ve been doing so ever since you gained your title as his wife.

the king of curses folds all four of his arms over his chest. his lower pair of eyes are still focused on your impatient self, shifting your weight from one foot to the other. he just knows you’re holding yourself back from asking for your active pregnancy craving again.

sukuna clicks his tongue and nods his head at you while he speaks to uraume. “keep an eye on her while ‘m gone. feed her what she wants,” he says in his deep voice, his tone commanding and firm.

uraume remains quiet for a second. sukuna had recently came back from a mission and is once again heading out for some ambiguous reason, but they know better than to question their master.

“where are you going, hubby?”

you of course, get a free pass. you don’t hesitate at all before questioning your husband. sukuna scoffs when he hears your voice ask him that in such an oblivious manner. you should’ve known where he was departing to.

“where’d you think, smartass?” he pinches your nose, causing you to swat his fingers away out of instinct. he gives up on your nose and moves to squeeze your cheeks together in a gentle yet firm manner.

you huff at his antics. sukuna grins at your frown and pout before releasing your jawline with a faint push.

“you better hold on ‘til i come back with y’r stupid mangoes,” he scoffs while turning around to walk to the entrance, “and when i do, i don’t wanna hear ‘nother squeak, understood?”

sukuna seems to have made another mission for himself; find his heavily pregnant wife mangoes before she goes absolutely insane.

your face lights up and you nod repeatedly. your heart melts when you realise that sukuna is actually putting effort to satisfy your needs. he may be harsh and stern at times, but his actions speak louder than his words.

“okay! love you, ‘kuna!” you call out to your lover while he disappears behind the gates. as expected, your words are met by silence.

that’s fine with you. not hearing an ‘i love you’ back doesn’t hurt you as much as it did at the start of your relationship.

you know sukuna cherishes you in his own special way. if he didn’t, you’d be dead long time ago. on top of that, he would not go out on a hunt for mangoes right after coming back home if he didn’t like you.

you know sukuna would let the world burn for you.

Gojo who loves listening to your voicemails…

He rarely misses your calls but when he does he adores that you always leave him a voicemail. Laying on his bed after a long mission and all he wants to hear is your sweet voice. Slender fingers graze over his phone screen, opening one of his favorite voicemails.

“Hi baby!” your cheerful voice echos thru his phone. A smile instantly spreads across his face at the sound you.

“I know you were busy today but I miss you so much…baby” you spoke with a hint of playfulness in your words. A smirk played on his lips as he continued to listen to the rest of the message. Feeling his cock spring at the way you call him baby. The word sliding off your tongue like honey. Hand over his face in embarrassment at how flustered you make him with just your voice.

Face flushing red as he grows restless. His free hand sliding down his abdomen, slowly trailing down further reaching the large print in his pants, giving it a soft squeeze. His mouth dropping open as he cupped his erection feeling how hard he really was.

It’s not long before he begins humping his poor pillow, needy for some stimulation against his hard cock. Rolling his hips against it at the sound of your voice. Hands shaky as he reaches to replay the voicemail over and over again.

Desperately wishing it was you under him taking his cock, as you whine about how good he was giving it to you. Missing the way you wrap your legs around his torso, the way your fingernails scratch his back, and how you place kisses on his cheek encouraging him to go faster.

Good thing Satoru has such a vivid imagination, the pillow being good enough until he got his hands back on you. Shamelessly cumming onto it for the nth time that night. A pout on his cute face because he’s upset that his cum isn’t inside you. So upset he goes again, shuffling through your voicemails, picking a different one before he starts grinding himself onto the pillow again.

Perv!choso who doesn't know he's being a perv. Poor baby just doesn't know what to do when he's horny and you're not around. So he starts stealing your panties. At first only to have a part of you, something that has touched you, something that had your essence all over it but, soon enough using them to wrap them around his cock and use them jerk off. Of course, it wasn't you but he deemed it good enough to do when you were gone. Slowly he would wrap the lacy fabric around his length and begin to move his hand up and down his shaft. Imagining you riding him in those exact panties. Groans escape his chapped lips as he continues to stroke his cock, the panties wrapped tight around his base. His other hand coming down to play with his balls, building up the pressure inside him. His breathing grows ragged as he feels himself getting closer and closer till finally, he cums. Making a mess of your panties. A satisfied smile plastered across his face as he brings them up to his nose, taking in the new scent of you and him combined.

thinking about suguru and satoru eating your pussy at the same time heje

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine them both between your thighs, staring hungrily at your dripping pussy before gojo breaks the ice and thumbs at your already sensitive clit

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto soothing your little trembles by gently stroking your thigh, maybe even giving it a few kisses of encouragement <//3

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both of the men using one strong hand to push your plush thighs open, exposing yourself even more to them. if you dared try to shut your thighs even a tad they’d be pushed right back open, along with a quick slap the soft skin curtesy of geto

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine the two friends bickering for a moment before geto finally caves and lets gojo have the first taste

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine gojo wasting no time spitting on your clit before wrapping his lips around it, tongue immediately caressing your sensitive nub. he couldn’t decide between roughly sucking on the poor thing or moving his tongue side to side sooo he settles on both! he hollowed his cheeks, holding your clit in place while his tongue continued moving with vigor

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto sucking on the soft skin of your thighs while his hand finds purchase on your bare breast, squeezing roughly every once in a while to keep you on your toes

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine geto slowly kissing his way towards your center before nudging gojo’s head with his own, giving the man a cheeky smile

𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚 imagine both men looking up at you before—

“a-ah!!! oh my-” your back suddenly arched off the bed as you felt not one, but two hot tongues on your clit. one slowly moving up and down, like they were trying to savor the taste of your essence—not too hard or too fast….just sensual. the other tongue on the other hand settled on quick, harsh licks sooo basically the exact opposite.

“s’good right ?” gojo slurred into your pussy, now sloppily kissing his way down to your dripping hole. geto took this as an opportunity to cup your entire clit in his mouth, while his tongue drew soft circles around the nub. geto hummed around your clit, spit dribbling from his lips from the sloppy kisses he was giving your weeping pussy.

all it took was gojo shoving his tongue in your pussy for your back to arch slightly off the bed as you came with a loud, pathetic whine. gojo moaned just as loud when he felt your cum began to coat his tongue in little waves.

geto pulled away from your clit with an obnoxious pop! dark eyes admiring at the mess your pussy has already become. “lemme get a taste,” he mumbled, leaning his head down to lick a slow strip up your pussy. but one lick was not enough! and it wasn’t long before gojo got a little jealous and smacked geto on the back of his head, a small grunt leaving him.

“‘fuck was that for?” geto hissed, but gojo didn’t even bother glancing at him, his attention focused solely on your soaked center. his long fingers ran slowly up and down your petal soft slit, occasionally applying light pressure to your clit. without warning he plunged two fingers in with a lewd squelching sound following, “we’re supposed to be sharing don’t be so greedy, now let’s make her cum again.”

“j-just be gentle m’still a little— hah! sensitiveeee,” your request fell on deaf ears as both mens tongues were on your clit once again. they went from synchronized licks, to each giving your clit an open mouth kiss, to taking turns slapping your pussy.

you tried to keep your eyes on them but you could only handle so much before you head fell back against your bed, eyes rolling into the back of your head. “m’gonna put my fingers in sweet thing,” geto mumbled into your thigh, giving it a sweet kiss before plunging two fingers inside you. getos fingers began doing a scissoring motion, and to help you avoid the stinging stretch gojo sucked your throbbing clit in his mouth.

“i’m gonna cu-cum againnn, you’re gonna make me—” your body tensed as another orgasm washed over you, a much pleasing sight for the two men before you. “fuck she’s squeezing me real fucking tight, ease up yeah? gonna make it real hard for gojo to put his in too,” geto growled, curling his fingers in the most delicious way possible.

you whined something along the lines of ‘i’m tryinggg’ and gojo could’ve just ate you up the way you were being so cute. “hehe she’s so cute the way she’s trying to keep it together, just let go baby we’re right here to catch you,” gojo giggled menacingly, his two fingers slowly prodding at your entrance.

“don’t forget to go slow, don’t wanna hurt the poor thing now,” geto patted your thigh before giving it a sharp swat.

it took a little time to get you used to the stretch of four fingers inside your tight little pussy, but you managed like the good girl you were for them. “oh my fuckin’…” your mouth dropped as both men began to move their fingers at a semi-fast synchronized pace, digits bumping against that special that had your toes curling.

geto eyed your lonely breast and brought his free hand up to tweak at your nipple, gojo following suit. there was so much going on and your poor little brain could only handle so much before you were spluttering out nonsense making the two men chuckle.

“look at how wet she is….dripping all over the fucking bed,” geto groaned, pushing his aching erection against the edge of your bed. anything to find a little relief he’s only human. “she’s squeezing so tight i think she’s gonna cum again!” gojo moved his hand from your nipple to your clit, rubbing tight little circles that had your thighs trembling.

you weren’t able to give them a verbal warning of intense orgasm, the only signal being being the clear stream of cum shooting from your pussy each time they pulled their fingers out. “catch some, but don’t swallow,” geto grunted, shoving gojos head down to catch some of your squirt in his already watering mouth.

once you were done they both slowly pulled their fingers out, a small whine leaving your lips from the emptiness. geto turned to gojo, his breathing uneven. “you know what to do,” he nodded his head towards you and gojo quickly understood, slowly crawling up the bed to where you laid, glazed eyes staring up the the ceiling with a fucked out smile on your face.

“open your mouth for him,” geto grunted squeezing the plushness of your thigh. you obliged and slowly opened your mouth, quickly met with the tart, tangy taste of your cum mixed in with a little of gojos spit. geto hummed happily giving your tummy a soft kiss, “that was fun, messy but fun nonetheless.”

the next twenty minutes were spent catering to your every need ofc. gojo having you between his legs, long arms wrapped around your waist while geto gently cleaned the mess up between your thighs. “did so good for us angel, thank you for letting us indulge in you,” gojo smiled, giving your hip a loving squeeze.

they both had raging boners but in this moment it was all about you but hey!! maybe once your rested up you’ll let them put both their dicks in you!! but don’t tell gojo that rn he might bust in his pants the poor thing :((

thinking about very masculine dominant men who are actually the biggest sluts.

they always act like they know it all. flaunting their success, flirting with every breathing thing, always feeling the need to rub it in your face how pathetic you are.

when in actuality, theyre whining attention seeking bitches who are begging to be put in their place.

when hes not around you he still keeps up his act, but behind closed doors are when the floodgates open.

step on his cock, spit in his face, pull him by his hair. treat him like the asshole he his.

watch how he cries, blabbers for you, whining the words, “please-, s’ too much, h–harder,” but never “stop.”

all his life he thought he was better than everyone, make him see the truth.

hes just another desperate needy bitch.

satoru gojo, toji fushiguro, ryōmen sukuna, suguru geto, naoya zenin, vegeta, itoshi sae, katsuki bakugo, and your favs.