Ok A Headcanon Imagine Yandere Sub! Emperor Who Is A Tall, Strong And Handsome Guy Who Has A Harem More

Ok a Headcanon imagine Yandere Sub! Emperor Who Is A Tall, Strong And Handsome Guy Who Has A Harem More Than Every Night Begs His Butler's Attention And Love And Crawls At His Feet And Trying To Convince Him To Be His Husband. The Yandere buys jewels, fabrics, expensive gifts and gives various privileges to the butler in an attempt to win him over, but he always ends up being rejected. Until he catches his servant making out with a maid and flies into a rage, threatening the poor butler's family. And it ends with him being fucked rudely against the trojo while the butler treats him like a whore.

i love a scenario where the character is yandere and way more powerful since they're royalty or something yet they're so whipped for the reader.

them trying to do everything to get the reader's attention and of course its obvious to the reader (the reader being confessed to about everyday by the character is pretty obvious isnt it) yet they refuse them everytime

but the reader's patience comes to a end when the yandere becomes a brat and brats need punishments so who's complaining when you fuck the yandere dumb until they cant think anymore?

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•ଓ.° ft. oliver nunez, skylar price, and declan o'leary x male!bunny hybrid!reader

Halloween was no joke on a large college campus, especially for any of the students on campus deemed even marginally popular. It was the season of parties, parties, parties– at clubs, in Greek Life, at homes and apartments.

The boy’s apartment was no exception. Thanks to the size of their luxury apartment, it was easy to hold a party inside; people had plenty of room to dance and drink. Skylar was really in charge of the party; one of the reasons they had chosen this specific apartment was because of its potential to host a lot of people. Besides, even though all three of them were exceptionally popular across campus for a myriad of reasons, Skylar was the most conventionally popular. And, he just really liked throwing parties. He joked to you that hosting parties might have been his life’s calling, not to mention how intense he could get about planning. It always worked out in the end, though; he had a certain magic about it.

It was nearly 10 pm, only about thirty minutes before the party was slated to really start. They boys had been in costume for a little while now– Skylar the longest, but only because he was the one out of the three who went all out of his own volition. Skylar, fittingly, was dressed as Dionysus; Oliver was dressed as some sort of elven fairy, including glittery makeup and flowers in his hair, which he had to enlist Skylar’s help to pull off; and Declan, with half of his face painted like a skull, was the grim reaper.

None of them had seen your outfit yet; in the weeks leading up to the party they had been begging for a hint of what you would dress as, but you kept the secret completely locked down. You had to keep your costume with a friend, so they wouldn’t find it hidden in one of the closets or under the furniture. It was driving them all a little crazy– they didn’t know what to expect. It could have been something funny, something scary, something that matched one of their costumes… anything, really.

What they were really not expecting was the skimpy Lola Bunny costume, complete with the booty shorts, the crop top– and the ears and a tail, just above the waistband of the shorts.

When you left the bathroom after changing into your costume, all three boys stopped in their tracks to finally, finally get a good look at you– and they were completely blown away.

Halloween could be tricky for you. It was the one night a year that you could get away with not hiding your ears and tail, and just incorporating them into a costume of some kind. People were generally not too handsy with you… but, most people also weren't Oliver, Skylar, and Declan. You knew you would be in for a challenging night of dodging their attempts to inspect your outfit as soon as you saw the way they were all looking at you, like they wished they could call the party off entirely.

“I knew you’d look better than the rest of us!” Skylar teases, and the three of them come closer to you to get a good look at your costume.

“Damn,” Oliver whistles at you, eyes raking over your practically naked legs, stopping at the hem that rested on your upper thigh. Their combined gaze made you shiver.

“The accessories look so real,” Skylar applauded, “the ears even match your hair color. Where’d you get them?”

“Well–” you started, looking back at Oliver to make sure he wasn't going to reach for your tail.

Fortunately for you– and extremely, extremely unfortunately for the other three– it was at that moment that the buzzer to the apartment split through the conversation.

It gave you the chance to bound off under the guise of buzzing the guests up, successfully avoiding the topic for the time being. You weren’t naive enough to think they would let it go completely, but as you made it to the front door, you were glad to have bought yourself a bit of time to attend the party normally.

Everyone is having about as much fun as they possibly can. Oliver is having the time of his life, being the endlessly energetic, social fairy that he is, flitting around to talk to everyone and occasionally following up with you to remind you for the millionth time how cute you look in your costume. Every now and then he tries to reach for your ears, to pet them or compliment you on how real they look, but you manage to duck your head out of his reach every time, telling him you don’t want them to get knocked off or get dirty. He pouts every time, of course, but listens to you and draws his hand back– until the next time, of course.

Skylar, similarly, is enjoying his role as host. He enjoys letting everyone know what you did to help with the party, or which things were your idea. Luckily for him, a college party sort of runs itself, so he gets to spend plenty of time dancing and talking with you.

Declan is content to hang back a bit more than the other two, surveying the party goers. It’s sort of an unspoken rule between all of them that he watches you, and everyone who interacts with you, to make sure no one tries anything.

With Skylar and Oliver constantly hanging around you in turns, and Declan silently watching over you whenever they weren't around for one reason or another, they were usually more than able to make sure no one got too friendly with you. And sure, it may have also been a little hard to not hang around you and ogle, but could you blame them when you were prancing around in that outfit?

Still, they didn't always catch everything. For instance, Declan was preoccupied at the exact moment that a classmate, a ‘casual friend’ of yours, sauntered over to interrogate you about your outfit. He had a few too many strong drinks on his system, and didn't apply any thought to the action before he reached out, wrapped his fingers around your fluffy tail, and pulled.

Declan returned his gaze to you just in time to see the way you jolted and stumbled back in the direction he had tugged you a step with a yelp– that sounded a little bit too close to a moan for your own good.

“What's up with this thing?” The drunk friend asked, words slurring together, giving another insistent tug to your tail.

You reached back and smacked his hand, hard enough to get him to grunt and release you. “Don’t touch me!” You exclaimed, turning to give him a glare, ignoring the pleasant zings the tugging had sent through you and praying your face wasn't going red.

“Jesus!” He complained, rubbing his wrist where you has slapped him. “I just wanted to know how you got it stuck on there so good…”

Before you knew it, Declan had crossed the room, and was by your side. His arm wrapped around your waist, tugging you into his side and keeping you pressed against him with an iron grip.

“Don’t fucking grab him like that,” Declan warned, voice threatening enough to turn a few heads. It seemed to alarm your friend enough to allow him a few moments of sober clarity, and he put his hands up in the air.

“Hey man, it’s not a big deal. Just a costume,” he grumbled, but backed away– and almost ran into Skylar in the process.

You hadn't even noticed Oliver and Skylar both making their way through the crowd to you, not until they were already there. Oliver came to stand in front of you, blocking your view of Skylar and your friend.

“Are you okay sunshine?” Oliver asked, reaching out and rubbing his hand over your arm, eyes searching your face.

“I’m okay,” you say, nodding your head. “Thanks for helping out,” you tell Declan, who only nods his head at you.

Skylar joins the three of you after a second, reaching out and cupping your face, reassuring himself that you’re not upset. Still, they seem restless; after a second, Skylar looks at Declan and nods his head to the left, towards the archway of the living room.

Together, Declan and Oliver pulled you away from the main party, ignoring your occasional protests that you were really okay. Honestly, it made you feel a little warm and fuzzy to see them so worked up over you– not that you would admit it.

Skylar fell into step behind you, and the three of them pulled you into the bedroom furthest from the main party– Declan’s room.

“Now that its just us, are you really okay?” Oliver asked as Declan broke away from you to make sure the door was closed behind you.

While Skylar fretted over you, rubbing his hands over your arms and then reaching up to smooth his fingers through your hair, dangerously close to your ears, Oliver was rubbing his hands over your back and sides. Deep down, you knew they were going to find out– you couldn't tell if you were thrilled, or nervous.

“Your face is so red,” Declan noted, reaching out and grabbing your chin to inspect your face. With all of them having hands on you, it was difficult to decide where to focus.

“I’m fine! Just… hot!” You exclaim, but at that exact moment Oliver brushes his fingers over the base of your tail, wondering how it's attached to you– and you can't keep the moan in this time.

The three of them stop in your tracks, and you know you’ve been caught.

“Are these… real?” Skylar asked, and before you could answer, he was brushing his fingers over the base of your ear, stroking his fingers over the back of it and searching for where they connected to your head. At the same time, Oliver was inspecting the base of your tail, which was not doing you any favors.

“Oli–!” You gasped, reaching back to try and stop him, embarrassed. Oliver pushed your hands away, adding another gentle tug for good measure and pulling a strangled groan out of you.

“What the fuck,” Declan muttered to himself, but when you glanced back at him, afraid of the oncoming rejection, his gaze was roaming over you with utter fascination– and a hunger that made you shiver.

“I can't believe you were hiding this!” Oli exclaims from behind you, fidgeting with your tail and making you squirm. “And this feels good?”

“There’s just– a lot of nerves–!" you try to explain, but then Skylar is stepping closer to you, his thigh pressing in against your crotch, and your hands fly to his hips as you groan. There’s no hiding the bulge in the front of your skimpy little shorts, and there’s not lying about the way you respond to it.

When you look at Skylar, he’s grinning the exact kind of grin that lets you know you’re really in for it now. He pulls his hand away from your ear, sliding down to rest his hands on your hips, sliding his fingers into your shorts.

“You need help with something, baby?” He asks you, reaching his hand into your shorts to cup you through your tight underwear . His warm hand on you makes you shiver and suck in a breath, tensing up. “Come on, bunny,” he muses, “use your words.”

“We can’t know what you want if you don’t tell us,” Oliver says over your shoulder, circling his fingers around the base of your tail and tugging at it lightly. You whine, humping into Skylar’s hand.

You feel hot, your skin buzzing. You know you no longer have to worry about them rejecting you, thinking you’re a total freak… but now you worry about them toying with you until you break using this new information.

“Fuck, Sky, please,” you groan as he shifts his palm, rubbing his hand against you through your underwear.

He grinned a little wider. “Good enough,” he said, and slipped his hand past your underwear instead. He teased his fingers over the head of your cock, brushing his thumb over the slit as he wrapped his hand around you– so lightly that it was borderline nothing.

You squirmed and tried to breathe normally, but every now and then he would brush his thumb or his fingers over the sensitive spot under the head, and you would gasp and whine.

“Not enough for you, bunny?” Skylar asked, the name feeling equal parts degrading and loving.

Slowly, you shook your head, pushing your hips further forward. “Skylar, please,” you begged, hoping you didn't look half as desperate as you felt, “please, I need you to touch me!”

Declan stepped away from you, walking to his bedside drawer. You had seen him rummage through it enough times to know he was looking for lube, and your suspicion was confirmed when he closed the drawers and stepped back, a bottle in hand.

Oliver stepped just slightly to the side, allowing Declan to join him behind you once he had fetched the lube out of the drawer. Outside the bedroom door, the party raged on, music blaring. It may as well have been worlds away.

Oliver took his hands off your tail just long enough to finally, finally pulled your shorts and underwear down. He didn't even waste time pulling them all the way off of you, allowing them to fall and pool at your feet. Then he returned his hands to your back, raking his nails over the skin around your tail, making you shudder and arch your back.

“That must really feel good,” Skylar teased, still teasing his fingers so agonizingly lightly over your cock. “You look drunk, baby.”

You could barely respond, rutting desperately into his hand to get more stimulation. He never gripped you tight enough to give you what you wanted.

Declan placed his flat hand on the middle of your back, pushing you to bend forward just a bit. Skylar steadied you, kissing your forehead as he continued to tease you. You heard the sound of the cap on the bottle opening, and a liquidy sound after that. Skylar pulled his hand away, holding it out to Declan, and when he brought his hand back, he finally wrapped it around you completely. The cold lube made you shiver, but Skylar more than made up for it when he started pumping his hand up and down, gripping you firmly in his hand.

“Shit!” You cursed, moaning and rocking into his hand. “Ohh, fuck, Skylar–” you whined.

Then you felt a cold trickle of lube hit your skin as Declan squeezed it out of the bottle, before circling his fingers around your clenched hole, spreading the slick substance around. Slowly, while you were moaning and babbling about the feeling, he began to work a finger inside you.

With one hand, Oliver kept you steady, his fingers curling into your waist. With his other hand, he gripped your tail, tugging on it playfully. It made your head spin.

Your sentences became completely incoherent, especially as Skylar’s hand sped up. There were too many sensations for you to focus on; it was all pleasure, over every inch of your body. Your moans became gasping sobs, especially when Declan felt you were ready for a second finger, working two into you at once.

It wasn't until Declan started brushing the pads of his fingers against your prostate, at almost the same pace that Oliver was tugging on your tail, that you couldn't handle it anymore. Your body was tense, strung so tight between the three of them. You buried your face in Skylar’s shoulder, sobbing in pleasure, your legs shaking.

You held onto Skylar for dear life as the orgasm rocked over you, his and Oliver’s hands on your hips the only thing keeping you up. You cried, moaned and shuddered as they worked you through it, white cun splashing on Skylar’s hand. When it was over, Skylar made a show of licking his fingers clean of you, before leaning in close. Declan still didn't pull his fingers out of you.

“I’ll go end the party early, make sure that classmate of yours is... taken care of,” Skylar grinned, lifting your face to his and pressing hot kisses against your mouth; behind you, Oliver pressed a kiss to your shoulder and started running his fingers over your tail again, making you mewl from the sensitivity. “But when I come back, we’ll see if you have the stamina to match, bunny.”

Hello, can I order the Headcanon Yandere Uzui with a Gn reader who loves his boobs and who always sticks her face in his chest and massages, touches and sucks his nipples But who is ashamed to confess for fear of being thought that the S/O is a pervert.

In a scenario where he kidnaps his S/O who, instead of freaking out, stares at his boobs and asks if he can touch them.

I think he would be the type to go shirtless just to have his S/O touching him constantly.

Warnings: yandere behavior and nsfw

A/N: I got confused by this so I decided to do headcanons. Ty for the request <3

He actually enjoys this way too much.

Uzui loves how naughty you can be, especially when he wakes up in the morning or does a workout in the backyard; he really finds your reactions to be very adorable, the way your eyes just follow him around as he does daily tasks.

Not only does he purposely wear tight clothing, but he makes sure to always bear his chest around. He loves admiring the way you shuffle behind him and ask if you can touch his chest, to which you never have to ask permission for.

Speaking of permission, Uzui has given you all the nodding on touching him whenever you want. Anytime of the day, evening or night, you can reach over and grab his

Definitely teases on how perverted you can be. But he means no harm, Uzui loves how dirty-minded you are. Something he and you both have in common.

As for your worries of being ashamed of being dirty-minded or having the fear he’ll be grossed out, he always assures you that he’s always known – and that he doesn’t mind one bit.

Will ask you questions regarding his chest, asking if he should get nipple piercings or wear certain clothing that make his nipples hard. Regardless of your opinion, one day, he will show up at the house with aching nipple-piercings, teasing you the minute he steps into the home: “Wait until it’s healed than you can suck like a good ol’ whore.”

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•ଓ.° ft. declan o'leary x male!cheerleader!reader

Between the three of them, Declan was always the one who was hard to read. He had a high tolerance for everything, really; Oliver’s boundless energy never bothered him, Skylar’s endless sarcasm never bothered him. It seemed like he had a 24/7 poker face.

You, though. You got to him.

It wasn't just that you were the cheer captain. It wasn't even just the obsession you seemed to stoke inside all three of them. It was just everything about you– everything you did and said, just the way you were. Your mere existence was enough to get him to turn his head, seeking you out like a moth to a flame.

Admittedly, the way you flaunted about in the skirt and the crop top of the cheerleaders uniform didn't do much to help.

And you knew exactly what you did to him, too– that was the worst part. You flirted, you teased, and you burrowed so deep into his head that half the time, he couldn't think about anything else. It was bad enough that you would put your hand on his arm when you talked, maintaining contact in a way subtle enough to get his mind buzzing, but also found a way to return all of his own possessive touches. You touched his waist when you passed by him, put a hand on his shoulder or back when you stood next to him, or just stood so close that you arms pressed against each other. You sat in his lap anytime it was available (which was pretty much always, considering he would never dream of asking you to get up or move), and Declan knows that all the times you’ve dropped something and bent over in front of him have been on purpose.

The thing about it is that you always seem to squirm away before Declan can do anything about it. You two hadn't been truly alone for days, and to Declan, it may as well have been years.

And this week, you had been particularly heinous about it.

Every day, you tried to find new ways to up the stakes, to tease him just a little bit closer to the edge. You knew he had to have it in him somewhere– you were just waiting to find it. You got close yesterday, when you pulled up the edge of your skirt and flashed him a pair of lacy undwrwear as you passed by him in the hallway on your way out of the apartment building; you had never seen him get quite so red before. But, as usual, you squirmed your way out of dealing with the consequences of your flirting, citing being urgently busy. It was a fun game for you, to see how long you could go like this.

Today, you and Declan had barely seen each other, but made plans at his behest for the afternoon; he hated going that long without seeing you. At the coffee shop you had agreed to meet up at before heading your semi separate ways for practice, you were delighted to see a friend of yours behind the counter. You chatted as you ordered your drink, learning that she was new at the job, before a slight lull in the conversation prompted her to take Declan’s drink order as well– a green smoothie.

“So who’s this?” Your friend asks you innocently as she inputs your orders into the screen, sending a friendly smile towards Declan, who nods his head at her politely and opens his mouth to respond.

You grinned at your friend from behind the counter, hooking your arm around Declan’s waist before he could speak, and (seeing the perfect opportunity to ramp up your spree of taunting and teasing once again) announced, “This is Declan– my future husband.”

Your friend could sense your teasing tone and laughed along with you, declaring you to be a cute couple, but Declan stiffened up next to you. He was sure that if it wasn't for the music in the room, everyone in there would be able to hear the way his heart pounded erratically in his chest.

“Good to meet you then,” your friend grinned, before announcing she was going to work on your drinks and walked away from you.

Declan snaked his arm around you, his resting comfortably over yours, looping the two of you together. “Future husband, hmm?”

“Would you have prefered current?” You continue to tease, bumping your hip against his as you shoot him a wink.

Declan sighs heavily, digging his fingers into your hip, and rubbing his thumb over the exposed skin above your waistband as he leans closer and rests his head in the crook of your neck. “You must like being trouble,” he grumbles at you.

He remains quiet when you received your drinks, replying to you when prompted as you sat at the table. However, he can't seem to keep his eyes off you, despite this rash of silence severe even for him. He watches you while you speak and enjoy your drink, telling him about your day, his eyes roaming over your face.

The look is intense, and you do your best to pretend you don't notice it at all. Not even when his hand finds its way to your thigh, his pinkie finger brushing up under the very edge of your cheerleader skirt.

You wondered idly if you could push him far enough to do something right there in public; a test for another time, maybe.

You finished your drinks, in plenty of time to get back across campus for practice, and stood together to throw your cups away. Your strategy of ignoring his obvious signs seemed to work in your favor, in the sense that he never initiated beyond his hand on your thigh.

Considering Declan’s always quiet, especially in public, you don't think much of it as you exit the coffee shop and step back onto the street, the silent man following close behind you.

That is, until something catches your wrist as you pass by the alleyway, and the world moves by in a quick blur. Before you know it, your back hits the rough wall of the side of the building, and Declan is in front of you, arms caging you in.

“You’re going to fucking kill me,” he groans, leaning in close enough that his breath fans across your parted lips. “What are you trying to do to me, hm?”

Your hands find their place on his hips. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” you tease, grinning.

He hums an ‘mhm’ as he dips in, his nose bumping against yours, before he kisses along the line of your jaw. “You’re really pushing it, baby. You think I won't fuck the attitude outta you right in this alley?”

His voice is low, and he nips at your neck to punctuate the threat.

“There's practice in less than an hour,” you remind him. “Can’t miss it.”

“Fuck practice,” he response immediately and unwaveringly, one hand dropping down to your hip, slowly pulling the corner of your skirt up and up and up, teasing his fingers along the exposed flesh of your thigh. “I’m not letting you outta this one, baby.”

“Oh yeah?” You ask, turning your head to peck him on the cheek. “You’re gonna have too. We’re both busy, Dec.”

“Not too busy for you,” he responded. Though it sort of made you melt inside, you kept your grin to yourself and reached up to pull his arm out of your way, spinning out of the hold he had you in. Though it was a struggle, you pulled your hand out of his, taking a step back towards the street when he reached for you again.’

“Fine,” you grin, and take another step back. “Catch me first.”

You don’t wait to see or hear his reaction, turning on your heel and taking off. You knew Declan was fast– but so were you, damnit.

And you were determined to keep the game up, until the very end.

You could hear him hot on your heels, of course; but you figured you could keep it up long enough to win this imaginary competition.

Your chase takes you down sidewalks, streets, side paths, snaking you all over campus, until you get to the main plaza. You both have high stamina, thanks to your respective sports, but you're already breathing pretty hard. You can't waist time looking over your shoulder to check on him, either, so you just hope he's not too close.

You duck into one of the closest buildings, hearing Declan curse behind you as he has to practically spin out of the way of a wandering student.

You decide to skip through the empty service room down one of the empty hallways, which has a back door that leads directly back outside, in the opposite direction of the main field. Once you’re back outside, you figure you have a better chance of out maneuvering him.

Until you feel Declan’s fingers tangle in the back of your uniform crop top, and then you’re yanked back, pulled into his arms. He wraps them around you, caging you in. At the same time, you hear the heavy door of the room slam closed behind you.

“Caught you,” Declan breathes heavy in your ear, forcing your hips back, pressing into you from behind. “Are you my prize now?”

He doesn't wait for you to answer before he presses his knee into the back of your leg, weakening your stance and forcing you to the ground. He pushes you down onto all fours, but keeps your ass firm against his hips, letting you feel the way his dick strains against his jeans.

“All fuckin week,” he groans as he grinds against you, before flipping your skirt up and hooking his fingers in the waistband of your underwear, “you’ve been acting like a fucking brat. Trying to drive me crazy. Think I don't know what you’re up to?”

“Dec, I-” he cuts you off with a harsh slap to your ass, making you yelp, before he pulls your underwear down your thighs.

“You’re not talking your way outta this one.” He puts his hand flat on your back and pushes down, until you comply and sink further to the floor, your ass in the air. “I told you I’d fuck the attitude out of you, baby. I meant it.”

Looking over your shoulder, you watch Declan spit on his fingers, still holding you down with one hand flat against the small of your back. You both know you could put up a bigger fight, wiggle your way out if you really wanted too… but you also both knew you didn't want too. This reaction was what you had been after all this time.

It draws a low moan out of you when he works a thick finger into you, warm and slick from his saliva.

“Better keep it down,” he warned you. “Never know who’s out in the hall, hmm? Wouldn't want someone to see you all bent over, getting fucked open for me.”

As he works his finger deep in, you keep the next moan in, biting your lip. But as he works the digit in and out of you, and then graduates to two fingers, you find it difficult to keep your voice down. Declan doesn't go slow; he doesn't want to hurt you, but he’s frenzied, ready to be inside you right now. He pumps his fingers in and out of you, fast and hard enough for you to clench around him and groan at the burn, pressing your hands uselessly into the tiled floor.

“Come on baby, ease up,” he coaxes. “We’ve barely even started. You’ve got a ways to go before I’m done with you.” As he says it, he works his fingers in deeper, seeking your prostate. When he finds it, he brushes the pads of his fingers up against the rough skin, relishing in the way you quiver and gasp under him.

“Shit!” You moan, your eyes closing as you rest your forehead against the cool floor. He keeps it up, scissoring his fingers to stretch you out, until he’s satisfied.

“You’re gonna get your pretty little outfit of yours all messy,” he teases as he pulls his fingers away, admiring the pool of precum forming beneath you.

“Dec, please, I need more,” you reply, completely ignoring his observation. He doesn't respond verbally, but you hear the sound of his zipper being undone.

“Really? You don't think I should tease you for awhile, baby? After all that teasing you did to me? I’m sure you’d be a pretty sight if I don't let you cum for a few hours,” he muses, dragging his nails over your ass.

“Fuck, no– Dec I need you, please,” you beg, a little afraid he might follow through on the threat.

You hear him spit again, and after a few seconds, feel the head of his cock pressed against you, to which you moan in appreciation. He presses in so slowly, savoring every centimeter, admiring the way you take him so well. By the time he is completely inside you, you feel so completely full– like he’s taken over every part of you.

He pulls back, letting you savor the feeling– before he slams back in, sending you reeling, a choked moan coming out of your mouth. He doesn't let up, setting a brutal pace right off the bat. The minor sting of the stretch he caused only makes the pleasure that much greater.

“Look at you,” he groans, hands now firm on your hips, fingers digging into your skin. “Moaning on the floor for me.”

Declan reaches for your shoulder, pulling you up until your back hits his chest. His hand snakes around, locking around your throat to keep you there, while his other hand reaches around and flips up the front of your skirt too.

“This what you wanted, hm? This how you want me to treat you?” He wrapped his hand around your cock as he spoke, his grip firm as he gave it a few pumps. Soon enough, his hand was slick with precum. It drew a whine from your throat, and you grabbed at his arms, holding onto him desperately. “Fuck, you make me crazy,” he groans into your neck.

He pounds into you, and you jerk forward with every thrust. All of the sensations combined make you feel lightheaded, like you are floating, the pleasure he drowns you in becoming the only thing you can comprehend.

“Fuuuck– Dec, it’s too much–!” You whine, your head lolling back to rest on his shoulder. You tense and shake each time the head of his cock nails your prostate, making you see stars. Neither of you care about your volume anymore.

“Take it,” he groans into your neck. “I can’t stop– you feel too fucking good.”

Your grip on his arms tighten and your moans become choked and breathy, glad for his stability because your legs are like jelly. Your limbs feel tingly, too hot.

“Dec,” you warn, breathless, “fuck, I’m close–” a moan cuts you off.

“You gonna cum for me?” He asks, breath fanning over your ear. “Right here in a service room, baby?”

“Yes, yes, fuck–!” Your head tips forward as you squeeze your eyes shut, legs shaking.

You cum with a breathy cry, fireworks exploding behind your eyes, spurting across the floor and the knuckles of his hand. His hand slows, even as he works you through it, but his thrusts don't. He keeps going, holding you tight against him, not letting you escape.

Just as it is bordering on overstimulation, making you gasp and whine and press flat against his chest in order to cope with the sensitivity, he buries his face into your neck and groans, hips stuttering. He finished inside you,

When he releases you, you let yourself lean forward, catching yourself on your hands. Out of breath, you collapse to the floor, laying down, the occasional twitch still running through your legs.

Declan breathes heavily, shifting his weight until he is laying next to you. His arm presses against yours, skin hot, letting you know he’s there– he always is.

He connects your hands, intertwining his fingers with yours.

The silence is broken by his phone ringing in his back pocket. He groans, but doesn't move for it until you nudge him, opening your eyes and telling him to answer it already.

He shifts, pulling his phone out of his pocket and accepting the call, just before it disconnects. He barely has time to say ‘hello’ before a chorus of voices begin to yell at him through the phone, screaming about him being late to practice– and you can only laugh as he scrambles to his feet.

Say that You Love Me

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, canon typical violence, insecurities, death, inaccuracies for how the U.S. government works

Fluff + angst, smut in separate chapters

Summary:

What happens when an ex CIA operative survives an attempted murder and is plucked straight out of Georgetown by David Rossi? Chaos, shenanigans, and maybe, she fell a little bit in love with the resident genius.

Playlist

Chapter titles are below, if it's not linked then it's not posted yet! Let me know if you want to be tagged in the next upload. Marked titles contain smut!

Prologue - No grave (can hold my body down)

Chapter 1 - More Fun to Kiss

Chapter 2 - Like a Mirage on Sand

2.1 when you took his virginity*

Chapter 3 - Seven Fallen Angels in Atonement

Chapter 4 - Slippage in the System

4.2 when you have always wanted to fuck a professor*

4.1 when you taught him how to get out of handcuffs*

4.3 when spencer needed to blow off steam*

Chapter 5 - Never Should've Danced with the Devil (at nineteen)

Chapter 6 - Angels Like You

Chapter 7 - You Will Love Me (until you resent me)

Chapter 8 - Addicted to the Chip on My Shoulder

Chapter 9 - I'll Crawl Home to Her Him

Chapter 10 - I'll Show You (every version of yourself)

Chapter 11 - Where did My Baby Go?

Chapter 12 - Cowboy Like Me

Chapter 13 - Grieving for the Living

Chapter 14 - Interlude I : I Bet You Think About Me

Chapter 15 - They Say Love's for Show

Chapter 16 - Putting Roots in My Dreamland

Chapter 17 - Perfectly Ready to Strike

Chapter 18 - Will You Still Want Me (when i'm nothing new)?

Chapter 19 - I'm Lying (to my therapist)

Chapter 20 - Everything You Wished I Wasn't

Chapter 21 - The Heat is Ten Feet Tall

Chapter 22 - If He Drops My Name (then i owe him nothing)

Chapter 23 - Interlude II : I Bet You Think About Me

Chapter 24 - All of My Past (i tried to erase it)

Chapter 25 - Break Free and Leave Us in Ruins

Chapter 26 - Don't Leave Me Broken and Free (won't you tell me where you are?)

Chapter 27 - Across Our Great Divide

Chapter 28 - A Glorious Sunrise

Chapter 29 - The Certainty to Your Icarus

Epilogue - It's Golden (like daylight)

Just bunny reader going into heat, asking her wolf boys Katsuki and Izuku to double-pen her because her screaming insides just can’t get enough<3

BNHA ! POLY ! THIRST

Bakugou Katsuki x darling x Midoriya Izuku

WC: 1.5k

TW: NSFW, yandere, noncon/dubcon, omegaverse/hybrid au, size difference, pet-play, predator x prey, vulnerable reader, oral, double penetration

“Bunny, we’re home~” Both called in tune once stepping through the threshold.

Balancing grocery bags cradled in all four arms – Deku with keys in hand, followed by Katsuki slamming the door shut with a nudge of his foot.

Stepping towards the kitchen to put everything down, they both gave each other a look as if to ask the other where you were. Usually, you’d come padding – shyly but surely – to welcome them home like you knew was expected of you. But this time, you were nowhere to be seen or heard.

That is… before the scent in the air caught their nose.

A scent that went straight to their loins, making both their eyes go ink-black and opium-blown.

“D’you smell that, Kachan?” Izuku asked with a breath, placing the groceries down on the kitchen aisle with a thud – nose raised in the air and lips parted.

Katsuki cracked a grin in return, dropping his own bags down alongside the other two – licking his teeth. “Oh yeah~ I fuckin’ smell that.”

You had your head drowned in the sheets, frenzied – clutching the dirty laundry to your face while rubbing on it desperately, keeping it hugged tight between your thighs – your back in a slope with your springy little tail dancing in the air.

“Bunny-baby? We’re home~”

Their voices had you halt – reaching you through your fever – ears shifty, nose twitchy, eyes peeled.

“Tsuki? Zuku?” You called out in a hopeful whine – muffled in the laundry pile before you popped out of hiding, a head of tousled hair and a pair of puffy eyes on a face riddled with despair.

Naked and shifty – you looked a mix of manic and relieved when seeing them.

“Help me-” You sobbed, thighs remaining pressed and quaking, your bottom lip blubbering, lop ears more lopped than usual, hanging droopily, framing your cute little face like a portrait.

“Aw~ Poor thing~” Izuku drawled in a purr – feeling thrills carve up his spine and the quickening beat of his heart spread to every corner of his body – blood hot and thickening, rushing straight to his cock, growing heavy and taut in his pants.

You crawled over in a rush, slipping in and on the mess of clothes you’d made on the floor surrounding you. Shuffling the rest of the way on your knees until you reached the nearest of the two – your hands attacking his hips.

Almost making him stumble back, you began messily unbuckling his belt – desperate in your haste.

“Easy, Bunny- no need to rush~” Katsuki teased – having been the closest one you could get your hands on.

“It hurts- please… don’t be cruel- just… take it off-” You whined in a whimper – wrangling off his belt in a struggle – your fingers shaking desperately, hastily when tugging down his boxers to be met with his already fat and straining length arched and bobbing proudly against his stomach.

You wasted only a split-second, locking your mouth around the length at once when it reared its round head – sucking the tip eagerly and urgently – aggressively enough to make Katsuki suck his teeth. 

A shuddering moan escaped you next, followed by other blissful sighs when swallowing the taste. Continuing to suck rhythmically while feeling it soothe every flaming fiber throughout your body. Traveling down to your lower belly – making you flutter around nothing while slick escaped you, layered on your inner thighs.

Katsuki sighed then, halfway in relief and the other half in pleasure as you settled – having felt a flare of terror, thinking you were about to bite his cock off before you started sweetly glucking – your hot mouth full of drool and teeth tucked behind soft billowy lips.

He cupped your head in his paw, but it wasn’t necessary – you were determined enough on your own without his help. Nips perky as you swallowed him down to the base and hollowed your cheeks in a tight chock around him – hungry for it – needy and possessed by the white promise stored within the big beautiful sack of balls swaying with weight against your chin. A promise already coming through in sweet pre-spills making your mouth water and eyes roll back beneath your lids.

Tits bouncing as you moaned around his shaft – eyes closed and swept into a blessed state of frenzy at the taste with one hand between your thighs, touching yourself, and the other reaching for Izuku, becking him over with needy little grabs to the air. 

He unzipped himself for you, making the jump from Katsuki to him swift and easy for you – taking him in your mouth with a needy whine and a continuous string of whiney suckling mewls as you hurriedly sucked off and swallowed all the precum leaking from his head.

Your cotton tail wagged impatiently behind you, swapping between the two cocks while they silently smiled down at the view – both keeping an endeared hand on each of your lop ears, rubbing them encouragingly while watching you pop off one cock with a smack before downing the other in a gulp – chuckling at you when you eventually began desperately trying to press them both passed your lips.

Hot tears on your face, feeling your lower belly fold at the horrid emptiness inside – aching from the starving hunger that all but started to eat itself.

“Please-” You begged. Naked and dewy with sweat, blushed and drunken with tears glossing your cheeks, all puffy as you rolled back against the dune of soft laundry beneath you – thighs spread wide while you touched yourself with both hands between them. “Please, I need you~ both~ here, please~” 

Their ears spiked at your request, tails swishing behind them while the purr in their gut grew into a growl. You’d grown comfortable with them lately, and it showed – even in heat, you’d never been so brazenly lewd before.

“Please, it hurts- hurry~” You continued pleading, quaking where you lay with your lip tucked between your teeth and big eyes glistening, full of distress and prayer. Every inch of skin coated in something wet – pills of dew and streaks of tears, the rest a slick honeyed sheen – begging to be touched and tasted.  

They both lay down in the laundry. Crawling over on either side of you, each lifted and held a thigh to their chest, spreading you open – their minds in the same place, casting each other a heated glance while reaching for your pussy with their hands first - Katsuki working the clit while Izuku pumped your hole on two thick fingers.

“No- I want cock~ I need cock-” You protested with a whine, shaking your head while writhing between the two. Thighs tensing, trying to close while trembling small hands dove down to swat at their bigger ones.

“No, no, no-” Katsuki tutted, swirling your clit beneath rough fissures, making your hips buck. “Be a good bunny and cum first.” His voice a gravely guttural – having your toes curl, and fists clench.

“I can’t- not without cock-” You sobbed, head thrown back and nearly screaming before Katsuki shoved three fingers in your mouth, muffling any and all sounds you had – reducing them to sweet mews where you promptly started licking and suckling the digits for comfort.

“That’s it, don’t be a bratty bunny- you know the rules.” He soothed, continuing to flick your clit while your thighs trembled around them. “No cum, no cock.”

Deku fondled your chest while your cunt made out with his fingers, sucking and slicking them up. Hole fluttering, walls velvety and wet, spongey, milking him for more. Soon tightening up – choking – leaving no room.

You made a whine, feeling the coil in your lower tummy pull and tighten – getting so hot and knotted before snapping – breaching and bursting and gushing all over the hands who’d made it happen – leaving you to twitch and moan around the fingers stuffing your mouth. 

“Good bunny~” Izuku cooed, retracing his slicked fingers with a wet shlick. His eyes fixated on the arousal coating the digits – connected to your cunt in strings where you fluttered around nothing. He swallowed thickly, feeling his cock do a jump of impatience. “Now you get your reward.”

Katsuki pulled away from your mouth, wrapping the spit-glossed fingers around his needy shaft instead. Eyes on your dewy face – watching pills of sweat run from your forehead, similar droplets leak from the corner of your eyes, and other trails of spit trickle from your mouth where you were shakily left panting. 

“You still want this?” He whispered as both of them lined their cocks up alongside each other, ready to press inside you.

“Yes, please-” You sniffled, biting your lip while watching the sight – feeling everything inside you scream for it. “Give it to me~”

Izuku felt his curls stick to his face and the beating of his heart take another leap. You were being so cute and needy he could barely think straight enough to doubt if they’d both even fit. Right now, everything just seemed so right that nothing could go wrong.

“Okay, bunny-” He swallowed thickly, followed quickly by Katsuki’s grunt. “You asked for it…” 

Snuggling closer until their heads touched yours, hot breaths and lips and teeth and tongue licking your throat – sucking the scars left by their bites while beginning to push. Eyes no longer green and red but purely black – slowly sinking inside inch by inch, feeling you cramp around them as a squeal left you.

Back lifting, arching off the ground as you grabbed for their hands – crushing their fingers tight.

You squeezed your eyes shut whilst they held their eyes wide – watching their cockheads fight for space inside you in one massive belly bulge.

tip-jar: Kofi