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Will you do more slasher yandere? I LOVE HIM!!!!!!!!! I wanna see us graduated with a house, wedding, and 7 kids. I wanna be his lil stepford wifey!!!!!!!!!! 🙈🤰👩‍🍼👶😭

🤰-anon i was so confused for a second before i reread the fic. i was staring at my screen for a solid second questioning my life. i was like, “7 kids… tf?”

[part.1]

yan!slasher who makes feels so young around you. he can still remember your wedding just a few years ago.

yan!slasher who will always love your oldest the most, having luckily caused the shotgun wedding. oh, he'll never forget that fear in your eyes, tears threatening to spill, proclaiming you were still a virgin. it was honestly because your period was late, and it was a joke to check.

yan!slasher who felt some remorse. he promised to wait until you were married, and he thought he had the patience- just when you look like that, was it honestly his fault? he's been waiting since high school just for this very moment. you can't exactly blame him when those hormones he's been trying to keep down just come to bite him later on.

yan!slasher who decides you both and your 7 little dwarfs should move to a gated community in the midwest, each house bearing shutters on windows and white picket fences. grass that could rival the country club a few blocks away, and those beautiful flowers you loved so much so he loved them so much.

yan!slasher who was honestly being generous. i mean, the perfect town and house for the perfect nuclear family, who wouldn't want that? sure a woman like you should never be confined to a kitchen, for crying out loud you have a degree, but think about your 7 children. they needed a mother in their life. their father is a hard worker after all he can pay the bills so the children can have a mother.

yan!slasher who worried about your loneliness. you did need some friends from moving into such a beautiful community. why not invite some women over? he made sure to buy only the best house available just for your family to be the envy of the town. the wives immediately wanting to have tea once your husband and perfect children were gone.

yan!slasher who, of course, caught wind of mrs. rothschild. how could she say such horrible things? ‘her lawn needed some mowing, and did you see her shoes? ugh, I saw that wear and tear from a mile away. she’s such a- excuse my language, whore. she just married him for his money.’ who did she think she was? she was just an unfertilized old hag wishing to relive her youth! she was jealous of you and your perfect family!

yan!slasher who almost jumps on her the moment those words spill from her sagging red-painted lips. he continued driving the golf cart on the green, trying to contain himself, the past he desperately was trying not to relapse into. but at the same time, did her family even need her? he’s heard the rumors from the drunk colleagues after work in the bar, how she practically was pouncing on her children when they came home with an a- or anything below. the complete opposite of what a woman should be! she’s the complete opposite of you!

yan!slasher who came to the conclusion mrs. rothschild's family could live without her. a pathetic old woman desperately trying to relive her youth by hating on those with lives oh so much better than hers. yes, she could die; it would be for the greater good. but at the same time, he couldn't fall into his old ways. his family needed him- you needed him. he was the sole provider for your little children, and to think like tha- ‘to think that man even has a wife like her. such a pathetic man.’

yan!slasher who is grateful he kept up with working out. beneath that knitted sweater, white button-down, and expensive pants, it was plainly obvious. of course, he made sure you would remember that whenever all the kids were asleep. you did say you wanted to try for another after all.

yan!slasher who decided that the only way to get rid of mrs. rothschild was to tell you to invite her for tea one-on-one. poisoning that vegan tea she liked oh so much and some sleeping drugs in yours. you and the children wouldn't need to know this side of him, grabbing her hair through that kentucky derby hat, ripping the expensive fabric, and gripping to her hair with his strong fingers, still rough and padded from his days in high school up until now, switching to golfing with his work buddies.

yan!slasher who left a note telling you he was going to work early from some colleagues slacking off, and mrs. rothschild left when you fell asleep. that was all a cover-up for him to leave town for a day or two. he just needed to find that deserted fishing lake his college told him about. that sewage spilling would cover up her pathetic, rotting body in no time. now you could live your happy little stepford wife life with no trouble!

yan!slasher who started slipping up more and more. sure, he wouldn't have wanted this at the beginning. this was a new place, a new year. but it was all for you! why shouldn’t he protect his wife and children? he’s already the sole provider, after all.

yan!slasher who makes sure to dispose of tell the housing committee that anyone who even looked at you the wrong way mailbox was approximately two inches farther than the housing code in section 2-a of the appropriate home guide they would give you on the first day of moving in.

yan!slasher who makes sure you don't know what happened to that woman who said such horrible atrocities about you. some such as your couch wasn’t complimenting the cheese platter you had served last week! so horrible and rude of her! how low do these people get? now, do you know her truly body and soul like him? well, no- you didn't. why should you stay up to date or even notice those beneath you and your wonderful perfect magazine family?

yan!slasher who was surprised when you did ask if she was alright but made sure you don't worry your little head off, darling wife. she was cheating on her husband with the couples' therapist anyway.

yan!slasher who noticed that man who looked at your photo in his wallet a split second longer than he should. he was slacking off at his job! fine reasons for someone to be fired as soon as snatches that position he’s been working oh so hard for! aren't you just so happy for him? don't think you should reward him? have the kids go to their friends' house for a night and let him finally spend some alone time with you, the creaking of the bed frame hitting the wall the whole night, heartbeats intertwining into one?

yan!slasher who was grateful he had chosen such a safe town to live. a gated community was supposed to protect the outside not the inside after all. no one would suspect the nice and peaceful town would be harboring a murderer.

yan!slasher who wondered what the townspeople were thinking. he almost felt giddy at it. but he can't be distracted when his main priority is and always be you.

yan!slasher who is overjoyed when the town decides to host a party to try and brighten everyone's mood. this would be another perfect opportunity to show the community how perfect his pretty little wife is! yes, he wanted to look good, only for you. you were the only one he saw, why should he care about the others? you were the main attraction. he would make sure people would know that.

yan!slasher who let you put some makeup onto him to try and spruce him up a bit. who cares if it wasn’t masculine? he would be hotter than any other man there anyway. besides, he was the only one that had a wife that loved him! how pathetic was it to hate those who have more than you?

yan!slasher who ignores the looks women give him. envy. yearning. desire. if one woman even touched him or, god forbid, a man talk to you, he would just have to rip that cute little esophagus right out of their throat in front of everyone!

yan!slasher who, of course, doesn't. why would he ever subject your eyes to even the thought of blood? but he does cling to you the whole night. you want to talk to some of the wives? oh, no, i don’t think that would be for the best. after all, your husband is right here. he’s been so busy with work, why would you ever want to leave your devoured spouse to spend time with friends?

yan!slasher who, once he hears the rumors going around that he, him, your wonderful loving husband was the one killing people, was over this little town.

yan!slasher who makes sure you didn't try any of the punch or alcohol they were serving. 

yan!slasher who makes sure that you both leave early.

yan!slasher who makes sure to tell the kids to pack up.

yan!slasher who makes sure that he already had everything you needed to leave.

yan!slasher who makes sure to grab a photobook of your family and get everyone in the car. 

yan!slasher who makes sure you don’t check the news on that small town you lived in.

“leaving? no, baby. just take a nap and when you wake up you’ll have a whole new life. i’ll protect you.”

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Tbh, you can just send an ask and worst case scenario I’ll say “no”/ignore it

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hi can i ask for chubby m reader with gymrat roomate. roomate just came back all sweaty from the gym about to take a shower not realizing reader was there,,,,, i dont have a character in mind, so feel free to use any character you want

Gymrat roommate oc x chubby male reader Drabble!

A/N I didn’t really know if you wanted this to be a smut so I kinda went with a Drabble that hints at it and I hope that it’s ok by you :D

Slight suggestive at the end but mainly teasing and lewd thoughts from the oc.

The day was like every other, you were laying in your bed scrolling through social media apps bored out of your mind, only having the will to drag yourself out of bed when having to go to the bathroom.

Walking down the hallway not knowing your roommate Luke was back from gym as you open the bathroom door seeing him standing in his towel at the counter. His neck craning down looking in the mirror with his muscular shoulder-blades flexing on his tight grip of the counter making you blush at all the thoughts that filled your mind!

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were home Luke!” “You shout becoming a flushed mess as you look away playing your stubby fingers over your eyes with your cheeks all pink and rosy “it’s fine? We are roommates after all it’s not like I haven’t seen you in this state?~” Luke grin looking over at your flushed state as his eyes travel up and down your plush body shamelessly staring at each curve licking his lips resisting the urge to grab at your plush skin.

“D-don’t remind me..” managing to mutter out still feeling insecure of the time he walked in on you in the shower, you weren’t ever really the insecure type but somehow when it was someone as hot as Luke that seen you it made you wanna crawl under a rock especially since he was so fit!

“C’mon baby now it wasn’t that bad~ you were so cute” he coos as he walks really close to you leaning down behind you placing one hand on your hip giving it a firm squeeze as he whispers in your ear making you go stiff “I told you not to flirt like that Luke!” You gasp your face as red as a tomato jumping back away as you stand all wide eyed huffing at your roommates endless flirting with you.

“Why? Your so cute when you get all flustered it’s hard to resist ya” Luke says as he takes a step closer leaning back down into you his muscles bulging and wet from his shower with his black hair all messy and damp as he pushes himself into you tracing his hand over your chubby cheeks watching them redden “you always make it so hard to resist..so beautiful baby” whispering out truthfully admiring you as he soon waste no time leaning in to kiss you.

Your mind blank knowing you wanted this knowing how bad you crushed on this man but swearing away all chances thinking he was into women. “Mhf!~” you gasp into the kiss as you press your face forward kissing back as he bites on your bottom lip using his hands while they find their way to your hips lifting you on the counter with ease due to him being a gym-rat as he makes your weight seem light as a sack of potatoes in his grasp.

“I can’t wait any longer, the way you walk around all innocent and flushed looking at me then forcing your eyes away? Driving me mad~ gonna finally have ya now” Luke whispers out as his lips trail down your jaw letting his hands travel to the waist band of your jeans slipping under letting you know just what he wanted.

I have this idea where Reader bullies his victim(any character) in middle school then the victim plans to fucks him dumb in highschool where the victim is more stronger, taller and muscular than reader. Finally the reader's victim fucks him and does the most unholiest thing to him and takes a picture of reader fucked dumb with his hole abused with cum leaking inside of it to use it for black mailing reader.

This idea has been going through my mind and i need a fic abt this😿

Fucked into submission ~ (top male bully victim Oc x bottom male bully reader)

Sloppy blow jobs, degrading [just a little], anal creampie, hair pulling, closet sex, blackmailing, use of spit as lube, and slight spanking, choking [just a little holding readers neck during the smut scene!] <3

To say you weren’t a good guy was and understatement, you were popular what was the point in being nice when you can have what you want and run the school! You had been this way since primary school honestly but you found this one boy in middle school, Erik and he was the perfect target. Short and a little shy with this dumb look to him as he stared at you in class. You’d bully him all through middle school and by the time you made it to high school you had just assumed he swapped districts because you never seen the nerdy boy you used to bully around anymore?

You held your popularity well, everything transferred as soon as you were in high school you had reputation you were desirable with a pretty girlfriend but you still had this entitled mentality that you were the best acting as if you were some god at the school and that’s what pissed Erik off more than anything. He despised your guts from afar hating on you but he couldn’t deny the attraction he felt specially everytime he’s seen you in the locker room and poor you didn’t even notice him I mean why would you he’s not the same small little middle schooler anymore.

Erik now stood at a staggering six foot five with him being a jock, his hair all messy and black his build being more bulky now almost double your mass in comparison. You were walking down the long hallways of your school skipping your geometry as always as you walk into the schools janitor closet which at this point was basically your spot your hide out if put into childish terms, Erik knew this just like he knew you liked to skip your geometry so to say you were met with a surprise whenever you shut the door behind you in the closer was an understatement.

“Who the hell are you?” You huff out crossing your arms rudely glaring up at Erik with not the slightest bit of recognition as you blink up at him “I’m not that forgettable am I?…..bully me for three years and you can forget me that easy? Oh I’m hurt” Erik spoke in a cold almost uncaring voice with his words laced with venom and something else…maybe lust?

“Scuse me you have a forgettable face!” You try to insult trying to come across as intimidating but all that does is make Erik all the happier with what he’s about to do, “well I’m the boy you decided to bully in middle school remember that?” Erik speaks stepping closer to you pulling you further into the janitors closet pushing you against the racks of cleaning supplies as the look of realization finally clicks on your face.

“Erik?….” The word slip from your lip murmuring his name silently all wide eyed not yet knowing how to react but before you can think his mouth is on yours. “Oh seems like someone can remember now~” he coos mockingly as he runs his hand down to your thigh lifting one up onto his hip making you gasp when his bulge presses hard to your groin.

“W-hat the hell do you think you’re doing!” You muffle out between the wet kisses as your cock starts to harden against his from all the friction “you’re seriously getting off on this? How fucking pathetic” Erick says using his other hand to grip your chin tight looking down at you in the eyes as your lips press to a unintentional pout making him snarl as he soon retracts his hand from your face.

His hands tracing down to his belt undoing it as he unzips his jeans not fully pulling them down just enough to get his cock out as it stands at a solid nine inches with a angry red looking tip oozing pre cum as he reached grappling hold of your hair as he pushes you onto your knees on the floor of the closet “better start sucking you whore” he taunts down at you as he holds you by the hair with one hand using his other to guide the head of his cock to your mouth.

“Mh-mf~” a slight whine from you comes as you slowly part your lips wrapping them around his head as your tongue lazily licks across his slit, you’ve never felt so humiliated and gone before in your whole life until now “bet your girlfriend would love to see her boyfriend on his knees suckin a cock like a common slut~ hm?” Erik removes his hand off his shaft gripping your hair tighter as he shoves your head down on his cock making you Gag and choke, “nn—o” you whimper your lips all plump around the base of his cock as your face gets shoved into the pubes on his groin drooling sloppily all ditsy on your knees from the kissing

Your tongue laps around him slurping weakly as you stare up at him batting your lashes your eyes all glossed over and doe like as you sit on your knees in the janitor closet not even fighting him as he roughly grips your head and pushes it to the wall starting to thrust his hips face fucking you in an unforgiving manor “looks live I’ve found myself a nice little pocket pussy ain’t I?” Erik grunts looking down with a sly grin seeing you too busy choking on his dick to speak as your cheeks puff out trying to slurp up your own spit as it runs down your chin dripping onto the smooth floors of the closet.

“Do you feel humiliated?…good this is what you deserve for thinking you’re so good, now look at you on the floor with a cock down your throat” he groans and reaches into his back pocket with his free hand opening up his camera as soon as the flash goes off your heart stops “D—d yo-u ake ah picture~” you try and speak with his cock in your mouth all wide eyed realizing what Erik just did as you stare up at him with that look on your face making his cock pulse hard “oh go—“ Erik throws his head back wilting out a guttural groan nearly dropping his phone as he holds your hair tighter shoving your face all the way into his groin keeping you there.

The phone put to the side in the closet as you choke on the hot cum that floods your mouth shooting straight against the back of your throat leaving no room for it to be spat out as he lets go of your hair and steps back with his cock still hard as you sit coughing on your knees with your once pristine hair all messy. “Why’d you take a picture!” You coughed out staring up at him your voice scratchy and sore from being face fucked as you sit left with the taste of his cock in your mouth “think of it as insurance I own you now”

Getting pulled up by Erik with his hand on your shoulder as he turns you around bending you over pushing you all up against the cubbies in the janitor closet “better not get too vocal unless you want the whole school to see the kinda slut you are?” He teases a little undoing your jeans slipping them around your ankles pulling the waistband of your boxers down leaving your ass exposed to him “I’m not a damn bottom!” You yelp out as a last resort to hold some sorta dominance but that all fades when he gives your ass a hard slap leaving your cheek red “ow~” you crane your head down against the cubby hitting your bottom lip as you hold onto it.

“Watch what you say or I might just let your girlfriend see the way you suck on another guys cock” he murmurs punching your cheek as he uses his hands to pull them apart showing your pink rim winking and puckering at him making him smile spitting on it using his tip to rub it in while you flutter your lashes trying to stay quiet as his tip prods and nudges its way into your ass “shit” you hiss in pain when his cock sinks into you making him pull you by your hips grounding your as cheeks to him as he mounts you from behind making your thighs quiver with your cock stiff pressed to your shirt making your pre cum rub into the fabric.

“So tight for a whore?~” Erik leans down in four ear with you all bent and pressed to the cubby as he reaches his left hand around off your hip and onto your cock giving it a tough tug as he gives his hips a pump forward making your red cheeks ripple “h-ah—Erik” you mewl out your eyes all wide and dumb when his cock presses perfectly to your prostate making your cock pulse in his hand with your pre cum running down your shaft as your hands ball up clutching the sides of the cubby to keep yourself stable in the dark closet.

“What did I say bout being quiet, is this cock so good you can’t remember what I said?” “Erik huffs right into the shell of your ear from behind as his right hand slips off your hips reaching up to wrap around your neck squeezing your Adam apple making it hard to speak as you tremble your throat still sore from giving him a blow job. Feeling his cock persistently inside you nudging against your sweet spots bruising your gummy like walls leaving them tender and raw as he fucks you.

“Can’t help it~~!” You start to drool on yourself with your rim puckering around him sloppily trying to clench and unclench around his cock as you shivered holding onto the cubby arching your back a little when he keeps stroking your cock in time with his thrusts leaving you half brain dead with your cheeks all pink your eyes in the back of your head from pleasure.

“You like that huh? You’re so hard for me ain’t cha!” You can feel his lips grinning wolfishly against your ear as he picks up his speed thrusting into y oh harder letting go of your neck only for a second with his right hand slapping your left ass cheek as it presses to his groin before his hand pinches the red cheek harshly while his hand finds its way back to your hip holding your cock with this other hand.

“F-fuhh~!” Mewling out as you bite on your bottom lip to shut yourself up when his cock pounds against you assaulting your insides feeling like you’re being stretched past your limits while your eyes roll back further your mouth pressed agape like O’ with your hands gripping hold of the cubby letting your ass clamp around his cock greedily sucking him back in every time. “Mh the way yer pulsing round me like yer bout to bust open all over herself ya greedy little slut~” Erik coos in your ear picking up his strokes on your cock making his hips slap against your ass cheeks making them even more red and sore from the constant slaps.

Before you can think you feel the pulse of his cock head against your bundle of nerves “ngh! Ohh hah!” Your legs trembling the only thing holding you up is his hand on your hip when your cock pulses in his hand shuddering harshly as it shoots rope after rope squirting your cum messily on a few of the cubby’s while spilling on your shirt leaving a wet stain on the fabric when your rim weakly spasms around his cock only holding the cubby, lips quivering with your once confident and arrogant personality faded leaving you in shambles unable to do anything but revel in a sub space in the closet with Erik behind you still lodged deep inside your ass.

“That’s it milk it you fuckin bitch~” he lets out a grunt as he pushes his cock deeper inside you holding his place behind you with his hand slipping off your cock to hold your hips still pressed flush against his groin as his cock head starts to pulse letting thick ropes of his cum release dead on your prostate as he fills you up making your belly feel warm at the hot molten seed he planted inside you.

“Er—Ik~!” You drool feeling your hole spasm a few more times weakly milking the last of his seed doing little to shut yourself up when his cock slowly pulls out of you. You’re left barely holding yourself up gripping the cubby in the janitors closet with your rim all puffy and oozing cum as it runs down your thighs leaving you completely recked and fucked out while your thighs shake, you’re so far gone you can’t even think to care when you hear another camera flash behind you from Erik.

“I think we should do this again don’t you?….or I could just let the whole world see what a cock hungry little whore the schools prince is?~” Erik hums while pulling up his boxers slowly pulling up his jeans adjusting his belt clicking a few more photos of you In this state before he roughly grips your chin planting a few wet kisses making sure to picture and save them in his phone for his blackmail of course!

feminine-like m!reader with his seatmate at school that does not STOP staring at him, sometimes even puts his hand on m!reader's thigh, during a partner project they both get paired up and he invites m!reader over to his house, his parents arent home and they fuck :3 (breeding kink, creampie n praising maybe)

Seat-mate x feminine male reader ~! ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

WC:. 1.4k

Tags: breeding kink, feminization, female lingerie on men, porn no plot, praising, readers ass being referred to as “pussy” and “cunt” (both are of age!) consensual feminization, slight teasing reader <33

A/N I referred to him as seat mate just for the sake of simplicity but imagine him as whoever you please!~ ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི

Ever since you were sat next to him during your last semester of senior year all he ever did was look you over, you could practically feel the bulge in his pants just throbbing when you’d look at him, the way his hand slid up under your mini skirt just playing with the ruffles while he works away on his test.

Those nicknames he’d give you, calling you “peaches” or “baby” even after you’d just roll your eyes and look the other way pretending you didn’t care.

You knew this was going to be nothing but a dumb mistake and yet you still said yes when he approached you with a seemingly innocent smile just asking “wanna be my partner pretty boy? Nobody else wants to be my partner”

something inside you knew it was a filthy lie, he was one of the most popular slackers you knew and he had a higher grade in the class than you. Buttering up that little ego of yours always worked though.

That’s how he managed to get you in this situation, panties pulled to the side laying in his parents bed with your white stockings ripped open enough for his cock to stretch your pretty little hole open.

“O’my ah~ there” your voice lazily purred out face in the pillows wearing a pair of pretty white laced panties fitting your s/c skin perfectly with a little pink bow right above the bulge of your cock “mm, such soft walls like a pretty little peach, baby”

he’d massage the globes of your ass through the ripped stockings watching how your ass gaped stretching for him perfectly.

Your hands holding onto the bedsheets letting your head droop like a feverish bunny feeling his cock head bullying your insides while he grips your skin and tugs at your body punctuating each thrust “prettiest pussy I’ve ever had angel, it’s stretchin S’much she’s being so sweet t’me honey”

his voice would heave in your ear kissing the bag of your neck sloppily while his hand reaches down and starts palming your cock through the panties leaving a wet spot right above the pink bow.

“I’can’t t’much I can’t any’mre” your lips pressed to a pout rolling your eyes back into your skull clenching weakly around his cock laying on your knees and chest with your shirt pushed up in the back showing off your arch, showing off your flesh, how your cheeks smushed upwards when his hips pressed to your ass making friction every time he thrusted forwards only pushing up the ruffles on your skirt even more.

“Don’t lie t’me baby, I know you can take it, that’s why you came here all dolled up ain’t it? You just needed a little care ‘s all baby” his voice cracked roughly biting and sucking at the sides of your neck bending your body with his holding you under him removing his hand off your bulge leaving your cock weeping between your thighs while his hand slips its way on top of your holding yours while he fucks forward.

Plap-plap-plap. The sounds flood the bedroom making it real of sex and your scent making you go weak in the knees bucking your ass backwards into his groin for him. “That’s a good boy, peach”

his other hand tearing open your stockings more not taking his mouth off the side of your neck once just letting his drool make its way down into the bed while his cock head touches and bruises up your insides leaving them all flushed and tender.

“Ah— deeper~ mh there” you whimper weakly against a pillow leaving drool marks from your chin while his hands slither and snake off of yours and down to your thighs holding one thigh open and using the other to hold your belly.

“You want me t’put a baby in there? D’ya want me to knock this little pussy up fer ya honey?” Your heart drops trying to nod weakly unable to speak.

“Good boys use their words don’t they darlin” he stated simply in your ear snapping his hips a little harder leaving your rum wide open and burning from being stretched for too long having your back arching as deep as you could shrieking into the pillows like a mouse

You find yourself trying to reach one of your shaky hands down to your crotch just wanting to give your lonesome manhood the attention it needs before the hand on your stomach grips your wrist bigger and firm stopping it from breaching the waistband of your panties.

“Nuh uh doll, you are gonna cum off of my cock, so keep those hands of yours gripping the sheets and lemme work Your body” his grunts mingling and mixing with yours feeling the sweat off your back against his chest when he moves against you making you feel the prominent vein on his cock rubbing your walls.

“Please just touch me-“ you try and beg, you choke on your words just needing to get off, feeling like you’ve been edged on for hours with your cock trembling inside your panties “shh, just relax into it, you’ve done so good peaches”

Your gummy like walls clamp and try to suck his cock further inside, milking him feeling your body go limp under his when his fat tip nails your prostate again having your ears ringing loud with tears welling up in your eyes ready to spill when he holds you close talking to you like a glass doll, fucking you like a whore having you ruined in his parents bed praying internally they never come home.

“I’m getting close angel, gonna stuff you up so full, you want that pretty boy? T’me what this cunt wants” he coos to you letting your shaky wrist go to tug at your hair making you lift your ruined face from the pillows nearly melted under him with your mascara runny having those delicious lips all plump pressed to a pout while your glitter gloss stains your chin.

“I— I wan’it inside, mh inside~!” You croak weakly feeling your balls all red spilling out of your panties ready to explode from the hot heat of pressure in your poor tummy, your toes curled up inside your stockings laying with your head thrown back feeling his lips pressed firmly to your pulse point aiming his hips upwards at an angle getting his cock to spread Your deepest parts.

“That’s it baby, there’s my sweet boy, moaning all pretty f’me” his lips trace up your jaw and to your own lips fighting his tongue down your throat letting his own lips smear the glitter gloss around on your face not caring as his hips start snapping forwards harder making your little skirt ride up your back fucking you like he needed it as bad as you did.

“I’m close-I’m so dam close” you hiccup out to him sniffling with your nose starting to run with your cheeks turning cherry red but you keep kissing him gasping in deep breaths between kisses feeling your body clench up and your shoulder blades push back whining out starting to cum on yourself.

Your cock head nudging the fabric of your panties pushing against the bow letting hot ropes spurt through the fabric making you crumble and shake from the pressure releasing but he doesn’t stop, his hands reaching down from your head letting your face fall back into the pillow while he grunts and kisses his way between your shoulders pushing up your blouse and holding a handful of your flat chest making sure to get your buds perky slipping up your matching white bralette.

“Pretty boy, with such pretty breasts” he’s bordering hysterics from having his cock buried inside you for so long, his hands pull at your nipples squeezing and massaging them under your shirt holding you in a delirious state of pleasure starting to reach his climax inside of you.

“Peaches, feel how it’s filling up your womb, gonna have you sho stuffed” he crumbles on top of you pushing the last bit of your orgasm out of you while his cock throbs right against your bundle of nerves pulsing hot with his cum shooting out thin and hot in translucent ropes filling you up holding you close groaning into the back of your blouse making your knees give leaving the hand under your bralette holding you up while you go limp already going soft from your release.

“That’s it, your hole is being nice and greedy t’day [name]” he mutters staying still in that position as though he was trying to get his cock to knock you up not caring his parents would be home in less than an hour, you couldn’t properly make a sentence but oh well, atleast he finally had you ruined like he’d been imagining for the past month.

Before I start, I just wanna say I love your work, keep it up!!

A bit of a feminine m!reader and a stalker, kind of like the song stalker’s tango by autoheart (praise kink and anything you wanna add)

Love me love me love me~! (Stalker Oc x feminine male reader) ໒꒰ྀི˶˃ᆺ˂˶ ꒱ྀིა

WC:. 1.5k

Tags: praise kink, back shots, creepy character, dub con (reader doesn’t say but he wants it), stalking, spit as lube, men in panties, college AU, p in a sex, bad prepping(basically no prep cause he wants reader to feel em), slight Yandere themes?, coming inside panties, lil come play<33

A/N thanks for the request! I didn’t know your kinks so I tried to keep it pretty vanil for the fic but I just get the vibe that the stalker is a lil bit of a yandere ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

College was the time you were supposed to be the most happiest. freedom, no parents breathing down your neck and looking at you wearing your new skirts and finally away from Him…anyway this is the beginning of something new and that made you terrified excited.

Here you were grabbing boxes from the back of a hand me down car you bought last year, your hands full walking around campus searching for your dorm room. The sound of other college students bustling past even a frat boy running through the corridor laughing while another man smacks his shoulder.

Your heels clicking on the floors getting into the elevator finally out of view of the other students, not caring if they stared at you when you walked past them in your little skirt.

Finally finding your door room, room 234 in the third wing on campus. Pulling the door open and then it happens, the boxes nearly dropping from your hand “Jasper?..” the man that single handedly ruined your teen years, the man you filed a restraining order against- the one that stalked you since middle school, putting cameras inside your shower, under your bed.

There he stood in all his glory, black hair all messy with his green eyes piercing you over like an interested cat, a crooked grin on his lips looking at you like some god before him. You quickly sit your boxes down on the twin bed to the left of the room with your hands now by your side looking at him.

“Did you miss me any [name]? I really missed you, so goddamn much” he walks over to you leaning down and shoving his face into your neck breathing in your scent without a care in the world “how’d you find me Jasper…my parents made sure you didn’t know the colleges I applied for” your lips pressed into a thin line standing stiff and finding no comfort in the man’s touch.

“I total you I’d never leave you baby? Can’t live without you [name] I wouldn’t wanna” he kisses his way down grabbing at the hem of your shirt slipping under it and massaging his palms into your sides.

“Y’know I don’t want you Jasper, I never have so just stop” you mutter out all squeaky trying to get away even if your body knew you wanted it, even if you couldn’t deny you found him hot you’d never admit it so you did the next best thing and tried to push away but only failing in return.

“Don’t lie to me baby, you’re already getting hard so hard in that little skirt, it’s like you’re asking for me to fuck you?” His lips muffle themselves against your skin starting to suck it red while holding you pined between him and the wall while his second hand makes its way down to your mini skirt starting to lift it.

“Dammit Jasper… stop that” you speak out because you’re in to deep to say otherwise feeling your cock bulging in the pink panties you were wearing. You had no stockings under your skirt letting your bulge get exposed while you go red in the face feeling jaspers hand snaking down giving it a rough squeeze before pulling his lips off your neck breathing heavy in your ear.

“Just be a good boy and bend over for me sweetheart” you don’t know why but you walked over to your twin size bed, not even getting on it just bending over on the side of it and shoving your face into the sheets standing in a pair of heels spreading your thighs.

“Mh, baby so fucking beautiful, no idea how long I’ve been imagining this” he lifts your skirt in the back showing off the cotton fabric with little bows riding up between your cheeks making him smile reading his hands down and grabbing your cheeks spreading them and watching how your rim puckers up against the panties.

His thumb rubbing down your crack spitting on your panties and using his thumb to rub the now translucent fabric against your bud making sure to get it nice and wet while you lay with your cock weeping against the mattress feeling your knees buckle from the feeling.

“O-h you’re a pervert Jasper!” You yelp out and try to yell at him but fail when he reaches his hand off your ass cheek and grabs the back of your neck shoving it into the bed making your voice get muffled, “such a cruel accusation [name] I’m not perverse, I just love you baby?”

He’d coo to you from behind while the hand messing and teasing with your rim finally pulls your panties to the side of your ass just admiring how you’d clench around the air so effortlessly, your rim half prepped from all those nights you’d whine and finger yourself in your bed. Which of course he knew about back then, he had cameras?

“Want me to fuck it?” He’d ask you softly even though you knew he was going to fuck you either way “y-eah” you nod into the pillows gasping when he lets go of the back of your neck to undo his jeans making sure your skirt was pushed upwards on your waist, “you should really get a tramp stamp sweetheart, get me something all pretty to aim at when I’m coming all over that pretty arch”

Your face went red as a beat becoming more thankful he was behind you so he couldn’t see your reaction but he already knew it when your rim winked at him again trying to swallow his finger tip like quicksand having him all giddy and infatuated with you. Jasper having been waiting years to get his cock nuzzled between those perky little cheeks.

“So warm sweetie, just gonna fuck you so nice baby” his voice comes out rigid pulling his boxers down letting his manhood spring free finally standing tall against his t shirt before he presses his dick between your cheeks and uses his hands to grip both cheeks sandwiching his cock between them as he rocks his hips spitting down on your ass again using it as lube fucking between your cheeks having your face down and your ankles bending out in your heels.

“Just push in already Jasper, don’t fuckin tease me~” you moan reaching your hand down to your panties starting to palm yourself through the panties feeling yourself soaking the Cotten closing your eyes just feeling what’s happening to your body having you melting like ice cream during summer.

“Always a greedy boy weren’t you?…well doesn’t matter, still love you” he speaks nudging his pudgy cock head against your rim spreading the muscle open wide making him hiss “fuck that’s it sweetie” he tilts his head back rubbing your ass cheeks softly trying to get you to loosen up around him having him on cloud nine scrunching his nose up bottoming out inside you ready to come on the spot.

“Jas— oh’m g-od” you croak and choke on your words going loose and fuzzy in the head just laying with your ankle wobbling to stay bent in your heels just screwing your eyes shut only opening them with he gives your ass cheek a little smack letting you adjust to his girth. Jasper bucks his hips forward making your face droop back down as his hips squish your plump skin.

Your hands going limp like jello under you unable to palm your neglected cock, just laying with your body limp letting him have his way with you praying to whatever was up in the sky that other students didn’t hear Jasper giving you back-shots on your first day at campus. “You have no idea h’many nights I imagined getting myself inside your pretty body, mmh you’re worth the wait sweetheart”

You feel your rim on fire when his base stretches you wider making your back arch trying to take him, your cock jumps in your panties at his dirty praises having you in hysterics hating the man but also just wanting him to hold you close and fuck you like you deserve, you’d never tell him though. “You can start movin-!” You cry out arching under him gripping the bedsheets tight.

“Shh stay quite sweetheart, stay nice and sweet for me [name]” Jasper speaks softly moaning under his breath bucking his hips feeling a hot flash in his abdomen trying not to come before you but goddamn you were like heaven around him, you were his addiction, his ambrosia and he couldn’t get enough.

The sound of flesh in flesh filling up the dorm, his hands gliding over your body gripping the skin like a feral dog fucking you from behind having you reaching for the wall while the bed creaks shaking back and forth while your eyes open back up going wide and dumb when his cock assaults York inner walls hitting your sweet spot having you loosening up not clenching his cock so tight, jaspers hands pulling in your panties from behind making them tighter in the front, making your cock pulse against the firm fabric

“Please Jas, please just—“ you beg, you break you fold flush like a bad poker game not even knowing what you were pleading for just knowing you needed to come so bad your balls were swelling up going red in your panties about to explode when his cock halts pushing further and further against your prostate like a rubber band being stretched and pressed further and further about to snap.

“Please what sweetheart? Tell me what you want, promise I’ll give it to you” he speaks to you like a doll in complete opposites to how he was fucking you, his hands reaching letting go of your panties making you squeal from the release of pressure, he keeps fucking you thrusting and pumping his hips pressing his pubes to York lower back reaching up under you to your stomach to hold you up.

Holding you up half off the bed fucking you harder with your face still in the sheets and your hips raised high for him mewling feeling your favorite skirt go higher up on you. “Please make me cum, please get me off Jasper” you whine and you spasm around his dick. Your rim trying to take more until his balls press against yours, running together when he fucks into you.

“Come for me baby, just let go, lemme make it all better for you doll” his pace picks up fucking you like some jack rabbit in heat. His hands tugging at your belly leaning forwards leaning back down laying on top of you bent over the bed heaving in your ear kissing the red marks he made on your neck snaking one hand down inside your panties tugging on your cock.

“S’ happening jas, gonna come” you can’t help but to shiver and let go of the bedsheets arching your back against his stomach crying out wailing all cock drunk slurring your words while your cock pulses in his hand coming all inside your panties only further soiling them when the thick ropes leave your red cock head feeling like a release through your whole body having your balls relax a little once they’re fully emptied.

“There’s my good boy, I knew you were a sweetheart, just needed a little pounding to bring it out” Jasper kisses your neck sucking on the red marks using his canines to pinch the skin letting go York your cock and slamming into you harder becoming less in rhythm and more desperate to get off.

You can feel his balls drawling up when they press against your ass, his veins rubbing more prominent against your inner walls having you biting your bottom lip with your toes curling in your heels while he thrusts one more time inside you piling out with a loud gasp “o-h fuck [name] feel what you do to me?” He asks shuddering behind you fucking between your spit slick ass cheeks letting his cock nudge your rim but never actually pushing in.

The next thing you know hot ropes of cum pump out spewing all over your hole getting between your cheeks feeling the hot liquid running down your arch getting on your back and your skirt practically coating you like he meant it. “Thought you were pretty before but admit seeing you covered in my cum makes you even prettier”

He lifts his head from your neck whispering the words out to you before slipping his hands from under you and massaging the cum all over your body rubbing your cheeks down with it slipping two slickened fingers inside you again playing with you before pulling out.

“Let me have a date baby, I promise I can treat you so good, I’ll be so sweet to you I’ll be s’much better than your ex was” he whispers to you cooing like a snake in the garden of Eden ready to tempt you into his sinful world. “You’re fucking crazy Jasper” you huff lifting your head laying now lifting yourself up on your elbows with your body aching from the rough fucking you just took, his hand marks and imprints leaving your skin swollen.

“I’m only crazy for you, you’re the only man that makes me feel it…only wanna kiss N’ love, only wanna come on you sweetie”

Project SS

a/n: This is my first 100 series and I’ve had it in mind for a while. I haven’t read the books and there gonna be a few canon divergences. But I hope y’all enjoy.

Word Count : 1.7k

Series Trigger Warnings: Mentioned S/A on another character, depression, self-harm, anxiety, experimentation on children, abusing relationships, murder, blood, gore, unwilling amputations?

Chapter One

It was cold.

Too cold, my cell was at the furthest ends of the ark. Complete solitary confinement was where I’d been forced to stay. As I laid on the cold ground of the cell I stared up at the ceiling. 

The once dull piece of shrapnel had been sharpened. I’d long since carved out the constellations onto the roof. I gently traced the small scars left in my left arm and wrist, the blade I’d made still hadn’t been taken from me.

Maybe that dickhead of a Chancellor wanted me to slit my wrist. Let Kane find me bathing in pools of my own blood, it would free him of his mistakes. As I twirls the blade in my hands it nicked at the skin of my hands. 

It didn’t hurt anymore, nothing really did. 

Soft vibrations echoed down my hall as I sat up. I shoved the knife into my boot and pull down my sleeve. As I rolled my shoulders back the door slammed open. The outside worlds was filled with screams of the other teen prisoners.

His footsteps entered slowly as he knelt in front of me. I kept my eyes closed as I listened to the clocking of the guards guns and all the chains they brought in.

“Hey firecracker,” Kane paused as he knelt in front of me. I sighed softly as I held my arms up, ready to be covered in chains. After a few moments he grabs my arms and looks at my wrist.

I would imagine this hurt him, honestly I wasn’t sure. He was my father but I’d never felt connected to him. Maybe it was because I was raised in the lab and closed off sector. Maybe it was because Alice had sold me away. Maybe because I knew he couldn’t love me.

He pressed his forehead to my wrists, I could feel a tear of two slip from his eyes. Pity must have covered my face as the guards slowly began to covered me in chains. 

After I was practically dress in silver he motioned for them to pause before placing the mask over my face. He pulled me in close, his arms around me. I froze, my muscles tensed up. He placed a kiss to my temple as he gave me a final squeeze. 

“I love you.”

I was hauled to my feet before I could speak and a muzzle was placed on my mouth. I tried to pull away, fight them off but these guards held my chains firmly. They were weighting me down but I was stronger than this. 

I should be able to break each and every chain but…. I’m tired. So tired. I look back at him, my eyes pleading for him to understand. He’s familiar to me at least, I know when he’s mad or happy. I know his ticks and quirks by heart.

“I love you too dad.”

I’m pulled further and further away from him. I’m pained into a shuttle with all the other 100, their eyes all fall upon me as I’m chains to my seat. I internally grown as they pull the needle filled with a sleep drug. 

I glare up at the guard about to inject me. Does he even know where my vein in, his hands are quivering. I rolled my eyes as the shuttle moves slightly and the guard practically runs away. 

I huff softly as I lean back against the seat. I can hear everyone else being to whisper.  My god I’m tired of this shit.

“Isn’t that the girl who killed twenty guards by herself?”

“I heard she has a metal leg.”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes as they carried in the very much unconscious Clarke. I chuckled softly as Wells turned to his ex best friend. 

As the shuttle began to drop down shaking Clarke awoke and began to yell at Wells. I quickly began to rip her chains off. Each hitting the ground with a thud.

As the Chancellor’s video came on I ignored it happily. His words meant nothing to me now. He’d failed in every way to me, he was no Chancellor. He was a coward.

“Y/n? Is that you?” Clarke’z confused voice cause the e/c eyes girl to pause. Slowly I moved her gaze to the blonde.

“Who else would they cover in chains?” Clarke didn’t answer as with shoulder length broth hair began to float around.

“Stay in your seats!” Clarke yelled as the shuttle when further down. I had finally ripped all the chains off her body. I looked at Clarke and she was motioning towards the floating boy in front of her.

I shock my head content to remain in the safety of my own chair. She glared at me giving me a look I knew nothing good would come of. 

With a puff of air I undid the buckle and pulled the glove off my right hand. My arm shot up grasping the back of him. The metal of my arm shined softly in the dimly lit shuttle.

“She said stay in your seats.” I growled softly as I pulled him down. The shuttle jerked up and grasped into a bar as we began to fall. 

I held tightly onto him as I heard Clarke yell, “Finn! Y/n are you okay!”

I groaned as we began to fall helplessly towards the ground. As everyone begins to yell and scream I just focus  on holding onto this stupid boy. 

The shuttle jerks again and I’m thrown into a wall hitting a few pipes. My vision becomes hazy as I feel blood drip down the side of my face. The corners of my eyes slowly fade into black as my vision is completely blurred.

……….

I feel a pair of small hands shaking my body roughly. I shot up pushing the person away as my vision returns. 

“Y/n?”

“Yeah?” I looked at Clarke her eyes full of relief. She ran to me, bombarding me in a tight hug. 

“I was worried.” I let her pull away my arms still at my sides. I hummed softly as I pulled myself away from her. The commotion bellow is caught her attention as she pulled me down. As she climbed down as just jumped. 

I parted the crowds for her as she walked behind me. I helped push her forward with my metal arm. The others around me pull away in fear.

They thought a metal leg was cool why isn’t my arm cool.

“The air could be toxic!” Clarke urged.

“If the air is toxic, we’re all dead anyway.” The older boy at the front voiced. I stared at him tilting my head slightly. He stared back at me then lowered his gaze to my arm.

“Bellamy?” The crowds parted as a brunette girl climbed down and looked at him. 

He turned his gaze to her his eyes becoming full of emotions. He stared down at her smiling softly. 

“My god, look how big you are.” The girl engulfed him into a hug as she breathed in deeply. I sighed softly and moved over to the panel. It was jammed and wouldn’t open the doors anymore.

“What the hell are you wearing, a guards uniform?”

“I borrowed it to get in the drop ship. Someone’s got to keep an eyes on you.” He answered. 

“Where’s your wrist band?” I heard Clarke ask as I began to try and fix the stupid panel.

“Do you mind? I haven’t seen my brother in a year.” I froze at this and turned to the pair.

“No one had a brother.”

“That’s Octavia Blake, the girl they found hidden in the floor.”

Octavia jerked forward going to attack whoever had spoken. Bellamy quickly gasped into her holding tightly to her. 

“Octavia, Octavia no. Let’s give them something else to remember you by.” He tried to calm her. The fire was not lost in her eyes as she pulled herself from his grip.

“Yeah? Like what?”

“Like being the first person on the ground in a hundred years.” He answered with a smile. I watched Octavia’s face brighten at the notion. I watched as Clarke’s eyes fell as he moved over to me. 

“It won’t open.” His eyes darted to me.

“What do you mean it won’t open?”

“The panels fucked.” He moved me out of the way to try the panel himself. 

“You’d need a shit ton of force to open those doors up.” I pause for a moment. “Lucky for you, I hate confined spaces.”

He stared at me, his dark eyes holding mine. I glared up at him as his lips curled into a smirk. I moved away from him approaching the door. I rolled my shoulder, my arm flexing against each metal part.

I slammed my fist forwards, the cool metal of my hand hitting the hot door. It flung towards the ground as people backed away gasping. 

Light hit our faces as a breeze pushed against us. I averted my eyes, the light all too bright. I moved out of Octavia’s way with a nod.

“All yours sunshine.” I mumble as she stared at me. I watched as her brother’s eyes trailed me and try then her. She took in a long breath before exhaling deeply. Her feet slowly moved forward against the metal door on the ground. 

After a moment she jumped down, her boots hitting the firm soil. She took a few more steps as I stared out at the trees. They were lush and green all over. They were nothing like I’d ever seen before.

My eyes drifted till I found Bellamy’s eyes on me. I blinked a few times unsure as to why he was staring at me. In his eyes they held a looked I’d never been given.

“WE’RE BACK BITCHES!” Octavia yelled as the others cheered. Bellamy’s eyes left me and retired to his sister as he laughed. 

All around me the others pushed forwards onto the ground in front of us. I simple stared at them all as they left cheering. After a moment when all were gone I followed. 

I left’s my boots hit the ground. I dug them into the soil as I bent down. My fingers traced the top of the grass around us. It pounced my fingertips gently. I let out a breathless chuckle as I grabbed a handful of dirt.

It crumbled in between the cracks of my hand. I brought it to my nose, breathing in the earth scent deeply. I let out a long breath as I stare out. 

Humans were finally back home. 

Garden of Eden // ➢ introduction & masterpost

BEAUTY, BRAINS, AND BRAUN // MEET THE CREATOR !

i am magnus, i am 21, and i'm the one behind everything you see on this blog. i don't have the most solid schedule so i apologize in advance. all my works here will consist of yandere reader inserts of my ocs and that only. as of now, i will not post nsfw but i'd like if if minors don't interact with my content.

ACT OF ADAM // RULES

i will not write anything involving pregnancy, scat, piss, and the defaults (eg underage, beastiality, etc). cannibalism's on very thin ice, but it's on the table. (somewhat). all my ocs are 20 and above. the reader's gender will be gender-neutral by default unless stated otherwise and will both possess masculine and feminine qualities. unfortunately, i will not write for female readers, but i'll try to for fem-aligning. aside from those, request to your heart's content.

RECORDS // MASTERLIST

➮ MISTY HOLLOW

10. w/ nerd, I want to abuse my power 😈

yandere! nerd x god complex! reader ♡

“you can’t leave, i need you. i’ll do anything for you!” && drabble event entry #01

the man sinks to his knees, wraps his arms around your legs and presses his tear stained face against your thighs.

“let me go, hm?” you run a hand through the soft waves of his messy hair, to which a low whine slips past his chapped lips. “i’m only going to the library, promise i’ll be back.” you say.

“no, no. you’re not g-going anywhere,” the man at your feet is unrelenting. he shakes his head, and the tufts of his hair tickle your skin. “i love you, love, love so much i— please stay. please, promise i love you.”

it’s irritating, honestly, but amusing. the way this man worships you fervently, the way he treats you like a darling deity only feeding into the delusions of grandeur you already harbour, but you’d be a liar to admit you didn’t like the sight of him on his knees, pleading so beautifully.

nevertheless, you muse, who is he to tell you no? you tug on the strands of tousled hair, pulling his face away from your body and closer to you, kneeling down to inspect it — through his sobs, he lets out a breathy moan: and God, it’s pathetic “you poor thing.” you frown, “want me this badly, hm?”

his cheeks are flushed pink, wide eyes welling up with tears, as he gazes up at you with doe eyes, excitement evident from the hard on that desperately strains against the fabric of his pants, and the way he whimpers in your hands, falling apart with the softest touch.

“i-i beg you, please, please, please don’t leave me.” he says, begging so pretty, “i can’t live without you. i need you, need you s’bad, always thinking of you, you, you. i love you a-and i’d do anything for you to stay—”

“oh? you’ll do anything?” you repeat softly, arching a brow at the mess of a man who lies at your feet, letting go of his hair, cupping his flushed, tear stained cheeks instead as he looks up at you with hearts in his wide eyes.

“anything!!” he exclaims eagerly. “u-use me! use me and throw me away and destroy me — but d-don’t leave. i’d die for you, die for you a thousand times, and it wouldn’t be enough because i love you and i love you and i love you!!”

the words tumble breathlessly from his lips like a desperate prayer, and who are you, to deny such a devoted disciple?

MISTY HOLLOW | OC INTRDUCTION [♧]

➣ yan! oc x gn! reader cw; intended lowercase, suggestive language, stalking, unironic discord mod behavior, delusion, yandere content

━ the town's infamously ill-mannered recluse whose unusually bashful towards you never fails to make you tilt your head with his strange mannerisms. it'd almost feel criminal to hold a grudge against him with how he can't even seem to get a word out, but it's hard to dismiss what the town warned you prior to meeting him. perhaps you'd just been losing sleep, but he always seems to know of even the smallest matters you don't recall telling him about. it makes it much more curious considering how seldom you actually see him.

"o-oh my-- [name]!... uh, ah, i-i... i m-meant t-to say a pleasant morning to you t-too."

name ; ➣ [ REDACTED ] 1 age ; ➣ 23 yrs phys. description ; ➣ greasy shoulder-length black hair, dark tan skin, somewhat lanky stature (5'7), has light acne on his forehead. cannot grow hair on his chest for the life of him

personality ; ➣ not only is he rude and snarky to most, resulting in leaving a terrible impression to many, but he's not any better when it comes to you. on the surface, he'd be like a highschool girl with a puppy crush, with how much he stares at you so evidently struck with cupid's arrow. if you look a little deeper, though, the true nature of 1's downright degenerate and obsessive feelings towards you could only be compared to unleashing eldritch horrors upon yourself. 'methods of courting' ; ➣ stalking thorough observation of your character ➣ as soon as 1 stops being in denial of what he genuinely thinks about you, his drawer is brimming with polaroids of you almost immediately. he's far from athletic, but his long legs help him trail behind you—not too far from his peripheral where he'd only be able to make out your silhouette, and not too close where you'd notice the click of his camera.

trivia ; ➣ 1's guilty pleasure is cliché highschool romances (the breakfast club, grease, karate kid, etc. name one and there's a fat chance he'd already watched it). he wasn't treated the best back in his teenage years and often fantasizes about how he could've made things better for himself

"gah,, you’re such a tease!.. leaving your curtains open and giving me front row tickets to watching you sleep with your shirt riding up your stomach.. getting me all worked up like that just to deadbolt everything shut.... you're so cruel, you know?"

Virtue the Swordsmaster

Think about it: You and the spirit possessing this suit of armour have gotten close. Really close. Which is to be expected when he’s the only one teaching you to use a sword to defend yourself in this long forgotten subterranean crypt. Things have reached a fever pitch, and he’s determined to touch you somehow - even if he has to do it using these damn ancient gauntlets.

I vaguely introduced Virtue in this post months ago. You may be seeing some of his friends in future posts:

https://www.tumblr.com/monsterspet/738994232748048384/i-love-how-i-started-this-blog-for-monster-smut?source=share

A/N: Did I last post some writing back in like, December, yes. Are we gonna acknowledge that my obsession with C.AI is getting a little out of hand, no. Anyway, have some quick ghost/wraith smut because I don’t even have the braincells to write an initial intro piece for this guy - it will happen later. At some point. Maybe.

As per usual, all my reader inserts are gender neutral unless otherwise stated.

Warnings: Fingering, use of pet names, allusions to future sexual acts, he’s a ghost - so it’s sorta necrophilia, sexual acts in a dirty crypt, possible risk of tetanus.

Word Count: 1226

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Virtue’s gauntleted hands are freezing cold as he pushes you into the dusty alcove, his grip unnaturally strong as it always is around your upper arms. His hulking frame dwarfs you in the small space, blocking out most of the light from the lit oil soaked torch hanging in the sconce further down the hall.

“Little dagger,” he murmurs from within the closed helm that you have come to associate as his face, “I’d have you here and now if I could. Let me touch you, I need to touch you.”

His voice, as always, is both entirely surrounding you and filling your mind, his words bringing with them a hazy blanket of desire; though whether it’s your own, his, or a sacreligious mix of the two is unclear. Nonetheless, you feel a pleasant shiver run down your spine, not all too dissimilar to the chill you feel when he lays his gauntlets upon you. He looks down at you, the normally dull amber glow from within his helm alight with burning intensity. He needs you to tell him you want this too, that you ache for him in your soul the way his entire incorporeal being aches for you within the cold steel of his armour.

“...Yes.” You whisper, the word almost sticking on your tongue, the tension of this moment drying out your mouth and causing your heart to nearly batter itself against your ribcage with the force of its rapid beating. “Yes, I want that too.” You confirm, not wanting any doubt between you, not when he has you like this.

Virtue wastes little time moving his gauntlets from your arms to your breeches, all but tearing at the leather cords tying them closed. Your hands twitch, feeling as though you should perhaps help with the endeavour. Had Virtue been a mortal lover, you might have chosen to help remove the steel from his body, but that isn’t an option here. You settle for laying your hands upon his aged breastplate, your fingers taking in all the knicks and dents acquired in prior battles, barely able to feel the worn down decorative etchings that you know would have once been there.

You’re brought back out of your musing and into the reality of the moment as you feel chilled steel meet your bare skin, your eyes widening and snapping up to Virtue’s own. “G-Gods…That’s really cold, Virtue.” You whimper slightly, half considering pulling back from his touch, if you even had the room to do so in the first place. Virtue chuckles, a deep reverberating sound that travels through his armour directly into your body where he touches you. His free hand brushes back a stray lock of hair from your face, tucking it behind your ear in a surprising display of tender affection.

“Apologies, little dagger. Give it a moment, let your body bring warmth back to me.” He whispers as he leans down to your ear, and for a split second you swear you could almost feel his breath on you. He makes no move to continue just yet, letting the heat from your body seep into the metal of his gauntlet, his metal body pressed almost impossibly close to you. You realise that he’s deliberately wedged you between himself and the wall, giving you nowhere to go if your legs decide to give out on you.

It takes a minute or two, but the steel of his gauntlet becomes warm enough to no longer cause discomfort as he delicately explores your most intimate parts. This is the moment where you likely would have leaned into him, sinking your teeth into his body to stifle a moan. This clearly isn’t an option, so you settle for bringing your own hand to your mouth, the knuckle of your index finger clenched firmly between your own teeth. You feel your hips rocking forward, hesitantly, into his touch, if only for fear of being scratched or otherwise injured by the hinged metal plates that make up his fingers. It’s almost touching how, right now, Virtue is the most delicate he’s ever been when making contact with you, not wanting to cause you anything other than pleasure in this moment. The more his fingers explore, the hotter you can feel your body become.

“Little dagger, I can feel you, how your body responds to my touch. The heat of your body sinks into me like honey.” He almost growls, his hand sinking deeper into your breeches, his finger exploring further, before slowly, deliciously, sinking into you. You can’t help but let out a whining moan around your hand, the sensation of such a solid object inside you a foreign, but not too unpleasant, sensation. Before you can even get your bearings, Virtue moves again, his steel clad finger sinking further into you before pulling back, just to repeat the action again at an agonisingly slow pace. He lets out a deep groan, his helm lowering to rest against the crypt wall above you. “So hot, little dagger, like a furnace.”

Words are lost to you at this point, the only sounds coming from you being stifled moans and whimpering cries as Virtue works you open on firstly only a single finger, before carefully adding a second. The movements of his fingers don’t change, maintaining their slow measured pace, at an angle that likely would have caused some painful cramping in his hand had he still been alive. You find yourself increasing your own rocking motions against his hand, limited only by Virtue’s free hand keeping your hip gripped tightly, not wanting you to move too fast and hurt yourself. It’s the most exquisite torture, the slow build up where you would normally be begging for more. More speed, more force, more…anything, really.

As if sensing your frustration, Virtue leans in, whispering quietly to you. “Perhaps we should engage the services of that damnable blacksmith again, have him craft something else I can use on you in future, little dagger.” He chuckles, his words so sinfully decadent to your ears that you can’t help but to clench around Virtue’s fingers, a mess of moaned babbling spilling from your lips that vaguely sounds like an agreement. Virtue keeps up the same achingly slow pace, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, greatly enjoying the warmth and the sounds you’re giving him, his undead heart almost soaring with pride, were such a thing possible.

You both continue on like this for a while, before your orgasm rocks through you, almost without any warning at all, your body not quite realising what the slow build up was leading to. His hand leaves your underwear quickly, holding your lower back and pulling you to him, not wanting your back to risk scraping down the stone wall as your legs do, in fact, give out beneath you. Your head falls back, your knuckle finally slipping from your damp lips as you look up to the ghost as he looms over you. “...Virtue.” You whisper, his name tumbling from your lips like a reverent prayer. Virtue, in turn, lowers his helm to your face, as if asking for a kiss. A kiss you grant him, your lips brushing over cold steel with tender affection.

“Come, little dagger, we need to find a safe place for you to bed down for the night.”

Yan. Luka x GN ! reader// Tied Up

TWs: 18 +, degradation, noncon, force feeding, kidnapping, small mentions of blood, Luka being Luka

A/N: For this, it’ll be under the prompt of Luka having kidnapped his darling– and partially what his routine is directly before and after he leaves and comes back for work. ( ´ ω ` )

MDNI!!!

❤️ When Luka kidnaps you, there’s a variety of places he’ll keep you tied up at: his basement, his bedroom, his attic.

❤️ On the days where he wants to keep you close, he’ll have you tied up in his bed, your body completely naked and your wrists bound to the headboard. There’s LED lights on his walls, and he loves to keep them a purple tint. He usually lights candles in his room, so it always smells nice. He particularly likes the floral smell of jasmine and rose.

❤️ Before he leaves for work, he’ll kiss you on your lips and run his hands over your thighs, telling you to behave while he’s gone. There are heavy black drapes over his windows, and every exit has a padded lock on it.

❤️ He also places a gag in your mouth– just to make sure the neighbors can’t hear you potentially screaming when he’s gone.

❤️ Usually it’s a normal gag– but if you’ve been acting up lately? He might straight up lodge a dildo in our mouth and use that as your gag.

❤️ And when he gets back from his job, the first thing he always does is walk to his bedroom and shower you in love and attention.

❤️ When he has a good day, Luka will be relatively peaceful. He’ll leave little kisses all over your body while he asks you what you want to eat, genuinely wanting to please you. But if you’re rude to him and tell him to fuck off? That’s alright. You just won’t eat that night. If you cooperate and act kind to him? He’ll give you anything you want.

❤️ …However, when he has a bad day, things aren’t so pleasant for you.

❤️ You can always tell when he’s had a bad day. His footsteps are heavier, his ears lay flat, and his fluffy tail drags on the floor as he barges into the bedroom. May or may not slam the door behind him.

❤️ He doesn’t say a thing as he begins to furiously unbuckle his belt, throwing his black hoodie to the side and pushing his pants down to his knees.

❤️ It doesn’t matter if you scream, beg, or cry– he fucks you regardless.

❤️ Luka forces his cock inside of you immediately, absolutely no foreplay whatsoever. It almost always hurts. He digs his nails deep into your hips, muttering obscenities under his breath. Everything he says is incoherent, and his grip on you is so harsh that it leaves dark marks on your skin.

❤️ And don’t even think about struggling. If you squirm and writhe and scream at him to stop, he’ll only grow even rougher– rough enough to draw blood.

❤️ His painted black nails cut your skin, his teeth bite into your flesh, and he pushes his cock so far into you that it’s impossible to fit any more of it inside. He’ll call you names– call you his dirty little fuck toy. His stress reliever, his no-good, disobedient slut. But if you cooperate, he might do the exact opposite: praising you for taking his dick so well.

❤️ And no matter how much you beg him not to– he’ll cum inside you regardless. He loves the way it overflows and drips out of your body.

❤️ If he’s particularly angry, he might fuck you another one or two times, uncaring if you’re overstimulated.

❤️ When everything is done and he’s all spent, though, the post-nut clarity will hit him like a truck. He’s leaning over you panting like an animal, sweat dripping down his slim toned body. He looks down at the mess he’s made and feels a bit remorseful– so right after he fucks you, he’ll leave a warm kiss on your forehead, then ask if you want anything to eat.

❤️ If you’re sobbing from beneath him though, he’ll take the time to kiss your tears away, not saying a single word. Since he already knows what your favorite food is, he’ll just go ahead and make you that.

❤️ Even when it’s time to eat, he still won’t untie you. He’ll carefully feed you every single meal, being relatively patient with you the entire time. (But if you’re being difficult, he’ll simply chew the food for you then spit it into your mouth. After all, he doesn’t want you to starve. So… If you don’t like that, you better just eat the food directly from the fork…!)

❤️ …If he’s feeling particularly sensual, he’ll pick up the food with his hands and stick his fingers in your mouth, letting you lick and suck on his fingers all the while. Doing this will cause him to fuck you– it doesn’t matter if you both have already done it multiple times that day. His libido is crazy.

❤️ And every night, he’ll untie you from the headboard– but instead, he’ll tie you to him by the waist, and he’ll be the big spoon. He’ll also wrap his arms and tail around you, just to be extra safe.

Yandere Gamer Boyfriend Headcanons

GN!Reader x Male Yandere!OC

Warnings: Yandere, possessive behaviors, manipulation, mentioned cyberbullying, stalking, A LOT OF FLUFF

Note: It's essential to remember that the concept of a "Yandere" character is based on unhealthy and toxic behavior. These headcanons are meant to explore a fictional scenario and should not be considered as a healthy or ideal relationship dynamic in any way. Ngl, I felt a bit lonely playing video games and then this OC came up xD

Your Yandere Gamer Boyfriend is extremely possessive and protective of you

He becomes intensely jealous and paranoid whenever you spend time with other people, especially if they're male

Gaming is a major part of his life, and he expects you to share that passion

When he perceives a threat to your relationship, he's willing to go to extreme lengths to eliminate it. This can range from cyberbullying and hacking your rivals' accounts to more dangerous actions like stalking or even physical harm

"I'll always be here to protect you, my darling. No one else can have you but me."

Your boyfriend is more comfortable expressing his love and affection online rather than in person. He might shower you with extravagant gifts in games or write lengthy love letters through text messages and social media

Your boyfriend is not exactly a romantic kind of guy

However, he knows exactly what you like and love

One day, you come home, and the entire room is covered in red hearts. There's also a giant bouquet of roses waiting for you. Your boyfriend had prepared a romantic dinner for two, complete with your favorite dessert. His goal was to show you how important you are to him, and he did just that

He closely monitors your every move, both online and offline. He keeps track of your social media activities, checks your messages, and might even install tracking apps on your phone. He wants to know everything you do and everyone you interact with, just to ensure that you're not betraying him

He loves to keep you under his desk and pets you while his game loads

He often plays video games, but he'll stop and set aside his controller whenever you want to spend time with him

He's the kind of boyfriend who constantly talks to himself out loud as he plays games. You find it endearing, and it makes you feel closer to him

Your Yandere Gamer Boyfriend is incredibly passionate about gaming setups and technology. He spends hours researching and planning the perfect gaming setup for himself and you

Whenever your boyfriend loses a game, he gets so frustrated that he can't focus on anything else. That's when you come in. You sit beside him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder and giving him a comforting smile. His anger slowly melts away, replaced with a sense of peace and calm. And, of course, you're ready to play the next round with him

"No matter how many games I lose, I'll always have you. And that's a victory in my book."

Whenever you have a bad day, he'll drop everything he's doing to come over and comfort you. He'll listen to you vent, make you some hot chocolate

He'll often tell you about game lore and theories that he's read online or heard from his gaming buddies. You don't mind because you love the sound of his voice and the way he gets excited when he explains things

Even though he can be a bit needy and demanding at times, he's always supportive of your hobbies and interests. He'll even try out new things just so you can spend time together

"Sometimes I can get a bit carried away with my video games, but you always remind me of what's really important in life. Thank you for being there for me."

Your boyfriend loves to tease you, often in the form of playful insults. But you know that it's just his way of showing his affection. One day, he takes it too far, making you feel insecure about yourself. You tell him how much his words hurt you, and he immediately realizes his mistake. He takes you in his arms, kisses your forehead, and says, "I never meant to hurt you. You deserve the best in life, and I'll make sure you always feel that way."