Kiyosaki Isugawa

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[yougavememyopia]

So sorry to the similar questions and all... But how would the yans act if there darling was a total jackass. Almost disrespectful and bratty. This is the complete opposite of me, but I like knowing how each of the yanderes act to things.

And as always, I have to ask my second question. How would the yans react if the reader was a yandere themself. Like if the reader was as sick and twisted like them.

-🪼 Anon

No prob! A very slight mention of SH in Crybaby's part.

Starting off with the first question.

Loser! Yandere would work with that kind of darling. This yandere loves the idea of being the only one to see Darling's soft side. He'd like to crack open the tough exterior, have them be weak for his begging. Believing that acting all annoying and persistent would yield good results. Since he has limited real-life interactions, he sees people as characters. With enough dialogue, gifts, and changing his avatar to satisfy them, he, the protagonist, can surely unlock Darling as a love interest!

Clumsy! Yandere, likewise, would work with a different approach. He's perfectly fine just watching from the shadows as a stalker yandere. Yet Darling can't help but acknowledge him due to how bad he is at staying unnoticed. Pathetic how clumsy he gets when nervous. His delusional mind sees no wrong if they degrade him and/or beat him up. He'd actually enjoy it; as long as he's useful to them, he doesn't care how he's treated. Desiring to assist Darling by being their stress relief toy.

Masochist! Yandere is also very obvious. Being an annoyance just for the fun of it. He loves to get on Darling's nerves, teasing them about their temper, daring them to get more physical. So cocky and full of himself to make their blood boil. An invitation to put him in his place. He gets off on seeing Darling's glare after all. The only thing satisfying his boredom is messing around—crocodile tears, fake anger, acting frightened—the same stuff he'd do to any type of Darling.

Tsundere! Darling is somewhat defiant like the boy above, but he's much, much easier to tame. Especially with a darling like the one you described. He's actually scared of them. So, he'd tend to act more obedient, cautious not to piss them off if they seem in a lesser good mood. It's hard for him to bite back his words, as he can be rudely blunt or sarcastic at times, but he'd rather avoid pointless fights. He'd generally have more of his apathetic moods around them.

Popular! Yandere is going to be frustrated. I wrote him with the idea of having a hate-love relationship with the darling no matter what. He despises the vulnerability of being in love. Unlike his usual controlled self, the desperation to be with them drives him to be emotionally overreactive. He'd be willing to beg and humiliate himself to get Darling to spend time with him. Eager to please, doing anything they name for attention. The only time he feels alive is when he has their eyes on him.

Sub! Kidnapper believes he can fix Darling. I wrote this yandere with the idea of him possessing a savior complex, which is ultimately how he falls in love with his darling. (I will do a backstory of his regular part later.) He likes to overstep boundaries, thinking that he knows better than them and that they need him to control/take care of each little thing in their life. Different than others (except Crybaby), he likes to jump into action quickly but calculatedly, which would lead to the kidnapping of his beloved and manipulation to make them accept him.

Crybaby! Yandere would have the worst toxic relationship with that type of darling. As I said above, he's another yandere that instantly does something to get close to Darling. Weak and in need of being held, he seeks comfort from them. Being mean to him causes a tantrum. From guilt-tripping with his sad puppy eyes to holding up a knife, threatening to harm himself. Until Darling loses their attitude, embraces him, and whispers praises in his ear—he's not stopping.

Question two.

Crybaby! Yandere would be less anxious about your relationship and being abandoned. The comfort of it way too good to be true. He'd have fewer nightmares of you leaving him, actually opening up about what he wants—to be tied up to the bed, his hair played with while you tell him how obsessively in love you are with him.

Popular! Yandere would feel comfortable being honest about his thoughts as well. That would mean that he's much more critical of you. His end goal is a stable life, so things need to be kept in check. Your yandere tendencies should not get in the way of his planned happy ending or he'd kill both of you in a heartbeat.

Loser! Yandere changes himself for his darling to impress them. He wants to smell good and look good—so that you may forget all the flaws in his personality. If the reader was also a yandere, he wouldn't change himself. He wouldn't need to, considering how you already want him. He'd stare at you a lot, randomly mentioning that you love him.

Clumsy! Yandere would think it's meant to be. Everything with you is like that. Whether you have things in common or not is evidence that you two are soulmates. As a heavy delusional thinker, he'd believe he could tell you were special just like him, not meant for this shallow world. The love between you is all-consuming, which could end up killing you both.

Masochist! Yandere likes making you jealous by flirting with randos; that's established. He wants you to react, to get possessive. If you were a yandere, he'd get a sick thrill that you were killing in his name. He'd like to challenge you. To test how deep your love is for him. It would get pretty gory pretty quickly.

Sub! Kidnapper would tease you about how you couldn't possibly love him as much as he loves you. He wouldn't actually believe that you're like him but would still entertain the idea. Asking your reactions to various situations, mentioning how he'd love to keep you in check. If you were to tie him up, he'd play along, praise your performance, and wait patiently for his turn.

There's an outlier.

To answer for Tsundere! Darling, it's about what kind of a yandere he would be pre-kidnapping. He's the type to push people away, rotting away in solitude. He'd deny his feelings for you but still follow you around just to feel your presence. It leads to him indulging in unhealthy habits, so much so that one night, super drunk and sleep-deprived at 2 in the morning, he finally admits his feelings at your doorstep, practically begging you to date him.

We'll see how he is as a yandere x yandere in his next part! *Cutely teases my readers, knowing I probably won't get to it for weeks teehee*

[littlelambramblings]

I love the parental yandere doctor! I also love the idea of the reader having been a yandere which is why they are there- so clever!

I would love to see more of this! Maybe we get a further detail of what happened between reader and their “darling” - maybe the reader getting sad and complaining about it like a teenager would complain about a regular breakup to the doctor who is more then happy to take on the role of a sympathetic parent listening to the woes of their child.

Maybe we can get more info on the doctor? It’s hinted they used to be a yandere in the past and have now “been fixed” but it’s quite clear they still are a yandere- maybe they tell their story to the reader?? Idk- but I loved it!! Amazing writing!!

Ahh, thank you so much! I'm so glad you liked it! Here's a short little piece with him, and hopefully I'll get to write about some of the other ideas you had soon! Thanks to @handikutendi for the idea of the doctor bringing you home with him!

Yandere Doctor x GN reader in rehabilitation Part 2

Summary: After going through rehabilitation for yanderes, the doctor overseeing you finally decides to start your social reintegration program, which, of course, involves moving you in with him for personalized care 24/7!

Masterlist here.

Part 1 here.

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It’s been six months now since Leonard accidentally let the cat out of the bag, four months since you stopped resisting, and two weeks since he started you on a “social reintegration program” (which was an oddly convenient reason for Leonard to bring you home with him and essentially move you in). The first few days felt awkward. After being trapped in such a small space for so long, having the ability to walk around, watch TV, and getting to eat whatever was in the fridge felt like hitting the jackpot. You got your own room and if you ignored the security cameras posed all over the house, you could pretend like you had some sense of privacy (more than could be said back at the psychward). Besides, at least now with your limbs unbound 24/7, you could annoy Leonard much more effectively!

You started by moving all the furniture in the living room half an inch back one night Leonard was forced to call in for a night shift. You weren’t there to see it in person, but hearing his shout and the thud that followed after left you in a pleasant mood for the rest of the night. You ripped the labels off all the bottles and containers in his bathroom and watched obnoxiously loud rom-coms whenever he tried to sleep. It was those little things that kept you sane.

Of course, you thought about running away. At least, you did until Leonard told you the psychward had you microchipped. Your next plan was to try and kill Leon, but the entire house was practically babyproofed, leaving you with nothing to harm him or yourself. 

So, you endured. 

Some days were harder though. Like today. 

“Sweetheart, please talk to me,” Leon sighed, kneeling next to your bed as you curled up into a tight ball of blankets and pillows. “Communication is a vital part for the success of the program…”

Your head shot up, a depressed look written all over your face, “You can take you stupid program and shove it right up your a-” “Y/N!” Leon screeched, clutching his chest like a scorned lady. “Language.”

“Whatever, just - just leave me alone…” your voice quivered, sounding more defeated than Leon liked. “I’m in no mood.”

Worry gnawed away at Leon. This was supposed to make you feel better! Why weren’t you better?! His expression tightened. “That’s it. We are doing skin-to-skin. Get up.” “Noooo,” you whined, groaning as he pulled the blanket off of you. Goosebumps tingled up your back as your skin hit the cold air. 

“Yesss,” Leon retorted. “All mothers do this to their babies, Y/N. It’s a scientifically proven important bonding exercise. I promise, it’ll make you feel better.” You sighed, letting him lie down on your bed and pull you onto his chest. Minutes passed just like that with him occasionally patting your back or brushing your hair out of your face. “Now can you tell me what’s gotten you upset? Is it something I did?” Leon muttered quietly, almost hesitant to break the air of peace between the two of you. 

“I-it’s just..” You paused, sniffling, trying to contain the word vomit that was ready to spew. You failed. “I.. I miss my significant other!” You blubbered, the dam breaking and suddenly you were a hot mess of tears. “I miss s-seeing them so much!”

Leon’s face softened as he hushed you, “I know, I know. There, there. You can always find another one-!” “I don’t want another one, I want them!” You screamed back, a bit more childishly than you intended. Leon almost laughed at the sight, comparing the tantrum to that of a child wanting a new toy. 

“Aww, sweetheart. It’s okay, I promise you everything is going to work itself out. I-I’ll handle everything,” he hummed, pressing a kiss to your forehead, slightly rocking you in the hopes of calming you down. He fought the future headache he was going to get, sighing and giving in, “...If you really want them, I’ll give them to you.”

This would all be easier on him if you just chose someone else, but he couldn’t stand the thought of getting in the way of your happiness, even though this would give him so much legal work to fight through. Your ears piped up again, hope blossoming, “There’s a way for me to be with my significant other?”

Leon nodded, “If you are dead set on them, I can find a way for you to be together, if it’ll make you happy.” You nodded eagerly for him to continue. “But only if you’re good and you keep up with your progress. If you are, I’ll give you meetings with your darling as a reward. ” 

“Really? Isn’t that a violation of, like, every law of witness protection?” you sniffled, the tears coming to an end, and despite the ludicrous offer, you couldn’t help but trust him. “I’ll handle the legal proceedings, I have more sway over things than you might expect. You just focus on your progress and I’ll make sure to make it worth your while,” Leon hummed. 

You settled down, his words, for some twisted reason, actually calming you. Maybe having someone more… experienced looking after you wouldn’t be such a bad thing?

“Just - you know - don’t threaten them with knives…” Leon muttered into your hair, before adding on, “Blackmail works better anyways!”

You peeked at him, a bit shyly, “Can you teach me how to?”

“Of course, Y/N. Anything for you,” Leon smiled fondly.

[van1llac0rpse]

Imagine...

Imagine a rugged man. He's never had love for himself or others. He never cared for others. Even if he never loved himself, he sure acted like it. He bossed others around because he always saw himself as better. He was powerful. He was smart. He looked good, and he knew it. He used his looks and his smarts to get what he wanted. Because he could.

He could hit someone and talk his way out of it. Something about seeing people beneath him just boosted his ego. Knowing that he put them there. Knowing that he was better, stronger, and smarter. Knowing that he could knock anyone down a peg, mentally, physically, and even emotionally. It made his cock stir.

But one day you enter. You stand up to him. Your energy, your aura, your demeanor. It's more intoxicating than any fist fight. Just seeing you warmed his insides. Having you talk to him made his pants feel tighter. With you around, he spread his legs in bed every night. His hand pumped his cock frivorously as his brain swarmed with thoughts of you. His canine dug into his lower lip as he bucked his hips, his head tossing back while he thought of you. Stepping on him, choking him, yelling at him, putting him in his place. Anything you do makes him squirm. With a moan loud enough to shake the house, he came. His hips stuttered as his cum dripped onto his hands.

He always liked to put others in their place... But he'd gladly throw himself onto the ground for you.

[feelslikesugarinme777]

[pyrodolls]

I'm hungry. Can I get some of yandere!merman x reader? I like a scaly boi

YANDERE MERMAN X READER HCS (PART TWO)

WARNINGS: average yandere tendencies such as stalking, possessiveness and obsessive romance, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, reader is the only human and monarch and it's kind of a one sided relationship cuz the reader doesnt gaf about the merman, merman is kind of a whiny little flirty brat, also in the first part i mentioned that he "had no friends" but i consistently bring up his fellow merfolk in this bc. he doesn't see them as friends. he's a bitch to everyone but you <3

A/N: so i got requests to add more hcs to like. all the monsters. which was a pleasant surprise. i thought you guys would only like the werewolf and merman but i also got a crazy amount of vampire requests. which is pretty cool cuz i thought she'd be the least fav. i wasn't aware y'all were into milfs but.. respect. also this has been rotting in my drafts for a few months and i'm posting it now cuz. today is my birthday :)

first part of hcs here!

THE YANDERE MERMAN is riddled with envy each time he catches the sight of your other faithful subjects interacting with you. his cheeks puff and turn red with anger, as he childishly crosses his arms as if you could even see him in his jealous state. he despises the fact that he can only interact with you when you visit the shore of the village. it's unfair. it's not his fault he can't traverse the land! he's tried numerous times, but to no avail. his form shrivels without the water and his tail transitions from smooth to rigid, much like a dry leaf. the scales littered across his cheekbones turn dull, and his vision blurs. every time this incident occurs, he hopes you'll come to his rescue and save him like the damsel in distress he is, only for him to be carried back into the sea by his fellow merfolk instead.

THE YANDERE MERMAN swims laps along the shore of your castle, hoping to catch a glimpse of you through one of your windows. he frequents areas such as the bathroom or your bedroom, hoping you'll be there. when you are, he squeals and splashes around happily as if he had just won an award. he attempts to shoot water towards the window to catch your attention, but to no avail. unfortunately, your castle is too far away for him to reach, even with his water. after throwing a fit for a few minutes, he gives up and settles for watching you instead. but unfortunately, his tantrums usually end around the same time that you leave the room. how unlucky.

THE YANDERE MERMAN refuses to entertain the thought of seeing anyone else. they aren't you, so why should he care? he doesn't see a problem with scolding those that attempt to court him. it's not uncommon to find a crying villager running away from the beach after being rejected by the infamous merman. he's mostly sought after because of his looks. he's gained quite the reputation in the village for his beautiful appearance, since he prioritizes maintaining good hygiene and holding onto precious jewels.

but he maintains his appearance for you. he isn't trying to impress anyone else. in fact, it frustrates him that pretty much every citizen in the kingdom has confessed to or at least complimented him, except for you. that fact motivates and vexes him simultaneously.

it means you aren't so easily won over. it's a battle he is willing to fight, knowing that he deserves to come out on top. and once he does, he'll be filled with a sense of victory, as all of his hard work would be worth it.

sadly, that also means it'll be difficult to win your affections. he's willing to polish each of his scales delicately every single day. he'll scrub his skin with algae. he'll force his fellow merfolk to fetch him the shiniest pearls from the bottom of the ocean if he has to. each time you visit him, you'll likely notice a trail of seashells leading to him and a pile of colorful sea glass available for you to choose from. all supplied by the merfolk your favorite merman!

THE YANDERE MERMAN's charms never work, as you speak with him on strictly professional terms. you only interact with him for political reasons, as he is seen as the leader of the merfolk and you have to catch him up to speed on several matters in the kingdom. as you discuss various issues, he simply nods along and stares into your eyes with a dopey grin, without listening to a single word you're saying.

he typically offers a "business meeting" which is just a date in disguise. he flirts with you the entire time and attempts to utilize his charms to deviate you from the matters you wish to discuss. during the "business meeting," he'll casually question your relationship status and subtly mention all of his skills and strengths to convince you to romance him (it really isn't subtle at all he's basically sobbing on his knees clinging to you and begging for you to pick him)

you want to know what else annoys THE YANDERE MERMAN? he's annoyed by you. yes, you. why don't you visit him more often outside of political matters? since he can't be on land, why can't you just... move your castle closer to the sea? oh? that wouldn't be very beneficial to the rest of the monsters in the village, you say? well, who cares about them? surely they don't need you as much as he does… right?

the rest of your subjects are just oh so dreadful looking and act either far too vulgar or far too timid for you. you deserve the best, as you are royalty after all. the only suitor that is, well, suitable for you is THE YANDERE MERMAN. so, as soon as you begin searching for someone to rule by your side, look no further than the incredibly-handsome-totally-not-obsessed-with-you-merman!

[pyrodolls]

I'm hungry. Can I get some of yandere!merman x reader? I like a scaly boi

YANDERE MERMAN X READER HCS (PART TWO)

WARNINGS: average yandere tendencies such as stalking, possessiveness and obsessive romance, gender neutral reader, lowercase intended, reader is the only human and monarch and it's kind of a one sided relationship cuz the reader doesnt gaf about the merman, merman is kind of a whiny little flirty brat, also in the first part i mentioned that he "had no friends" but i consistently bring up his fellow merfolk in this bc. he doesn't see them as friends. he's a bitch to everyone but you <3

A/N: so i got requests to add more hcs to like. all the monsters. which was a pleasant surprise. i thought you guys would only like the werewolf and merman but i also got a crazy amount of vampire requests. which is pretty cool cuz i thought she'd be the least fav. i wasn't aware y'all were into milfs but.. respect. also this has been rotting in my drafts for a few months and i'm posting it now cuz. today is my birthday :)

first part of hcs here!

THE YANDERE MERMAN is riddled with envy each time he catches the sight of your other faithful subjects interacting with you. his cheeks puff and turn red with anger, as he childishly crosses his arms as if you could even see him in his jealous state. he despises the fact that he can only interact with you when you visit the shore of the village. it's unfair. it's not his fault he can't traverse the land! he's tried numerous times, but to no avail. his form shrivels without the water and his tail transitions from smooth to rigid, much like a dry leaf. the scales littered across his cheekbones turn dull, and his vision blurs. every time this incident occurs, he hopes you'll come to his rescue and save him like the damsel in distress he is, only for him to be carried back into the sea by his fellow merfolk instead.

THE YANDERE MERMAN swims laps along the shore of your castle, hoping to catch a glimpse of you through one of your windows. he frequents areas such as the bathroom or your bedroom, hoping you'll be there. when you are, he squeals and splashes around happily as if he had just won an award. he attempts to shoot water towards the window to catch your attention, but to no avail. unfortunately, your castle is too far away for him to reach, even with his water. after throwing a fit for a few minutes, he gives up and settles for watching you instead. but unfortunately, his tantrums usually end around the same time that you leave the room. how unlucky.

THE YANDERE MERMAN refuses to entertain the thought of seeing anyone else. they aren't you, so why should he care? he doesn't see a problem with scolding those that attempt to court him. it's not uncommon to find a crying villager running away from the beach after being rejected by the infamous merman. he's mostly sought after because of his looks. he's gained quite the reputation in the village for his beautiful appearance, since he prioritizes maintaining good hygiene and holding onto precious jewels.

but he maintains his appearance for you. he isn't trying to impress anyone else. in fact, it frustrates him that pretty much every citizen in the kingdom has confessed to or at least complimented him, except for you. that fact motivates and vexes him simultaneously.

it means you aren't so easily won over. it's a battle he is willing to fight, knowing that he deserves to come out on top. and once he does, he'll be filled with a sense of victory, as all of his hard work would be worth it.

sadly, that also means it'll be difficult to win your affections. he's willing to polish each of his scales delicately every single day. he'll scrub his skin with algae. he'll force his fellow merfolk to fetch him the shiniest pearls from the bottom of the ocean if he has to. each time you visit him, you'll likely notice a trail of seashells leading to him and a pile of colorful sea glass available for you to choose from. all supplied by the merfolk your favorite merman!

THE YANDERE MERMAN's charms never work, as you speak with him on strictly professional terms. you only interact with him for political reasons, as he is seen as the leader of the merfolk and you have to catch him up to speed on several matters in the kingdom. as you discuss various issues, he simply nods along and stares into your eyes with a dopey grin, without listening to a single word you're saying.

he typically offers a "business meeting" which is just a date in disguise. he flirts with you the entire time and attempts to utilize his charms to deviate you from the matters you wish to discuss. during the "business meeting," he'll casually question your relationship status and subtly mention all of his skills and strengths to convince you to romance him (it really isn't subtle at all he's basically sobbing on his knees clinging to you and begging for you to pick him)

you want to know what else annoys THE YANDERE MERMAN? he's annoyed by you. yes, you. why don't you visit him more often outside of political matters? since he can't be on land, why can't you just... move your castle closer to the sea? oh? that wouldn't be very beneficial to the rest of the monsters in the village, you say? well, who cares about them? surely they don't need you as much as he does… right?

the rest of your subjects are just oh so dreadful looking and act either far too vulgar or far too timid for you. you deserve the best, as you are royalty after all. the only suitor that is, well, suitable for you is THE YANDERE MERMAN. so, as soon as you begin searching for someone to rule by your side, look no further than the incredibly-handsome-totally-not-obsessed-with-you-merman!

[moonjellyagain]

Building off your Belphie wife blurb from a while ago, Reader finding Arthur all tied up in the woods and deciding to take him (and his “sister”) as their children (ps I don’t believe we’ve ever gotten ages for the Freaks™️ so I’m pretty sure that Arthur is older than Belphie, she just has a 19-21 vibe to her) and like Arthur is accepting it pretty quickly (because he’s a good lamb) with Hanna also picking up quickly

(Sorry if this is hard to read, I’m just Rampling here (,,>﹏<,,) )

-boykisser

They don't really have set ages. in their stories they each have a range their probably in but it changes from oneshot to oneshot. Though, Hanna has to be older than Arthur for some reason. I assumed you're referring to the texas chainsaw massacre one, it is genius. I might expand this and make this a second plotline.

CW; Kidnapping, Cannibalism, implied fauxcest, dubious power dynamics, You adopt two full grown adults and fuck them, reader is genuinely a bad human, likely inaccurate depictions of minor brain damage, daddy kink obv, basically some ddlb/lg i guess, also sir kink,

The poor things were shaking when you found them, a loud scream off in the distance of your ranch led you to the pair. The boy was tied like a hog and squirming scars into his wrists from the rope. The girl was bruised and half passed out. They looked too pitiful to abandon. So, you slung each one over a shoulder and brought them home. You treated their wounds and set up a room for them to share, even feeding them in their beds. By the time your wife got back from her hunt, Hanna was already awkwardly calling you 'daddy'.

It turned out, whatever damage had been done to the pair, their memories were slightly jumbled. You had given them the offer of taking them in under the condition they would be you and your wife's children and with a slight reminder their other option was to be food, they gladly agreed. Arthur had barely spoken a word by the time dinner was served, he miserably watched Hanna scarf down what he knew was human meat.

"If you're in our house, you eat my husband's food" Belphie snarled at him, huffing and adding "And you're supposed to respect your father"

He whined out a pathetic "Yes, ma'am," before shakily eating the food, horrified that he actually enjoyed it.

It wasn't long until his tune changed, however. It really only took you praising him once before he was following you around like a puppy. He gladly helped you with chores while Hanna started to help you bake. Even watching or helping you carve the meat from the corpses Belphie brought home slowly began to feel more like a loving ritual than a gorey obligation. The pair were regularly calling you daddy and sir in under a month.

They'd also become very used to your odd behaviors, the way you'd shove Belphie into an obscene position in front of them, the way you'd pull them into your lap on a whim, the way you'd lightly feel them up. One night as you tucked them in, you squeezed Arthur's ass hard enough that he let out a hushed moan.

"What's that, baby? What a cute sound~" You squeezed again, chuckling at his whine, "You like daddy squeezing your cute ass?~"

He buried his face into him pillows, instinctively raising his ass for you to keep groping him. Hanna huffed and jumped out of her bed marching up to you to make you grab her tits.

"Feel me too, daddy! I'm cute too!" She gasped and almost fell over when you did squeeze her boobs.

"S-Sir, we shouldn't mama'd be m-mad..." Arthur sat up on his knees, biting his lip as he stared up at you through his lashes, like he wasn't obviously trying to seduce you.

"Yer mama'll be glad to let her hips rest, baby, be a good boy for me, will ya?" And with that, Arthur was stripped and laying beside Hanna, your fingers buried in his hole as you slowly pressed into Hanna.

[sweet--sweet--muffin]

Me: *likes a post about a sub!male character x dom!fem reader*

This fucking hellsite: *jumpscaring me with sub!fem reader x dom!male character content on my dash because it's "based on your likes"*

Me:

[yougavememyopia]

You guys won't believe the amount of times I rewrote the plot for this... Tags: Handjob, nipple play, basically him receiving, small self-harm threats in his narrative, mommy kink~

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Crybaby yandere who had a hard time stopping the tears—blinking through his blurry vision to make out the television screen. Failing to distract his mind from its sad thoughts. Pushing the jealousy away over and over again to no result.

He embraced the plushy cushion tight, resting his head on another. The fabric dampened from the salty crystals falling from his eyes. What went wrong with him? Why did he have to be this way? So unbelievably pathetic. It made his head painfully heavy.

He decided to try and think gratefully—you wouldn't want him to be sad this whole time. Even if you were taking an awful amount of time to get back... (He gave up on calculating the minutes due to his hatred for math.)

His teardrops felt lighter, his shoulders releasing their tension as he let out an exhale. His nose sniffed the sweet smell of your shirt hugging his body. A smile making its way on his face as he looked away from the nature documentary to a photo of you. Hearts in his half-lidded eyes while he mumbled your name with a sigh. He couldn't wait until you got back home. 

As soon as you turned the knob—before you could even set a foot in—he jumped into your arms. Weakly squeezing your torso, and moaning about how he was literally dying without you. Stumbling over his words of how he was going INSANE without you. Rubbing his face against your chest like a dumb little thing, not one single thought in his brain other than needing to be with you. 

“Awww, I missed you too, baby. I hope you weren't too bored. Mwah!”

He let out a loud, suggestive sound, getting dizzy from just a kiss on his head. Your affectionate voice was the best thing he had ever heard in his life. The sweet nickname rolling of your tongue making his stomach flip and twist in all the nicest ways possible.

"I, uh, put something to watch and e-entertained myself... I- Is that okay?"

You smiled with knitted brows, the word 'entertained' had a secret double meaning that he didn't know you were aware of. He was slowly coming out of his insecure shell, you didn't want to embarrass him by how you watched him hump your pillow and cream his pants. "Sure... Yeah. Why wouldn't it be? As long as you're happy, I'm happy..."

He was so lucky to have you. So unaware of how deep his obsession with you was. Did you really think you could hang out with other people when you were dating someone like him? Touching and laughing and looking at other people that weren't him. He may not be able to hurt others, but didn't you know he could be dangerous to himself? You haven't seen how unstable and artful he could get. Didn't you know better than to leave him by himself without baby-proofing the house?

“Ow, ow...! Tight. Can you let go, hon?”

You could barely move with how his hold got tighter and tighter until his grip suffocated you. Your weak, frail boyfriend hurting you was something that never crossed your mind. Hand clenching around the bag of sweets you forgot to mention to him. He obediently stepped back after you spoke. Hands digging into the baggy pyjamas pants he stole from your closet.

You laughed when he cried happy tears about the candy when he looked inside it. Popping one of the strawberry ones into his mouth. He looked like a wreck. Bangs covering his puffy eyes, his fluffy hair sticking in various directions. Nothing unusual when his pondering left him a red nose and chapped lips. He looked at you with a fervent need in his eyes, wanting to feel you, opening his mouth only to close it again. Muttering "please" and showing you one of his cutest pouts. 

Grabbing your boyfriend, you pressed him against the entrance door. The bag dropping from his hand when you suddenly kissed him. He immediately turned flustered, red-faced at how you put your arms around him. You would feel pretty silly if it wasn't for how he melted like the candy in his mouth. His hands clutching your shirt and opening his mouth wider to share the taste of strawberry.

He offered his neck to you as you pulled away, tilting his head to the side, begging you over and over to mark him up—show that you own him. He wanted to feel some sort of possessiveness after being away from you for sososo long. Why couldn't you be crazy over him? Lock him up in your shared room and just make out with him until he fainted?

He moaned loudly in response to your bites. Whimpering with every lick and tugging down his shirt to give you more space to mark, exposing his collarbone and his shoulders for more. Sniffles making its way to his speech as he began to cry. Hands intertwining with yours in between your beating hearts—heat warming up his icy fingers.

“C-can we continue this in the b-bedroom? Mmm?” He hiccuped, hands still gripping yours lovingly. You pecked his lips and pulled his dizzy body with you.

You finally convince him with honeyed words to take his pants off. Lots and lots of reassurance, convincing, and kisses—until it finally worked. Greedy with praises he loved to hear so much, he felt safe enough to undress to his boxers. Leaning his back into your chest and sighing into your arms happily. His crimson face hidden from your view. The way your breath brushed his ear gave him chills.

Your fingers stroked his bare chest for a bit—loving the feeling of his skin beneath your fingertips—before you went lower to the waistband of his shorts. “Um… H-hold on. I want you, um, to touch me, I really do but… hic!” Soft tears fell from his lashes. His shaky hand brought the blanket over to his bulged lower half. Still covering himself when he said he wouldn’t. Still hiding away from you when you sought him. 

“You're awfully self-conscious.” You finish the sentence for him, noticing how uneasy he looked. Guilt swimming in his gaze while he chewed on his lip. Sure, ‘guilt’. He acted as if he had no idea how he did to you. Teasing you unfairly—when you knew he could be shameless all alone. But you decided to play his game. “Well, how about a compromise? I'll touch you while you're under the sheets.”

He hummed in thought. Shifting his eyes to the ground like this was a hard decision for him. Sniffing and mumbling a meek, “Mm, okay.” 

His legs spread wide as took off his boxers. Down where you couldn't see, your imagination pulling you to curious places. It took a lot of patience being with him. Maybe he was pushing you to the edge on purpose, until you snapped and used him to your liking. 

“Y-you can go ahead now… Hic… I'm ready. Haa… Be gentle please.” 

Your hands landed on his waist, slowly and slowly making their way up instead of down. You knew him pleading with you to be gentle meant he was already close, but you weren't going to give him that satisfaction after how bad he had been acting. After all the time you spent trying to get him to open up.

“W-what are you doing?” he squeaked. Goosebumps irritating the skin of his tense stomach as your fingers touched under his shirt. You kept your tone calm, a complete contrast to his shaky moans. “Just touching you. You wanted me to touch you, right?”

A loud cry escaped his throat when your fingers circled around his nipples. The contact immediately making them harden under your touch. He dragged out a whine while you tugged and twisted them. "Please— F-f-fuck~ P-please don't tug so hard! Mmgh! J-just.. Hahh.. Don't t-tug it at all!" 

“How long are you gonna keep me away?” You questioned. New teardrops penetrated his eyes and blurred his vision. Not like he could keep his eyes open anyway. Furrowing his brows and holding onto the bedsheets. Your touches were never harsh—but its pleasure was so overwhelming, it hurt. “How long until you finally start being honest?”

"I d-don't know what you're saying…! Mmm, no… no… Fuck! I d-don't know... please! Please. Please. Pleeeeease!"

You finally stop pulling his poor nipples, soothing them by rubbing circles. "I want to get to know you more. You barely open up about… your preferences." You breathed a tired sigh. Letting your hands drop to your thighs. "I don't want to pressure you or anything. I'm sorry. We can stop."

He panicked, "no, no, no... Please don't- Don't apologize...! I love you, hic, I love you so much! I never meant to make you upset, hic! Please don't be upset with me... I'll get over my fear. I'll do anything! Hic, please..."

Putting your hands back on his body, he threw the blanket away in a swift motion. Not even hesitating this time. He was unexpectedly big. His long throbbing cock coated in hot precum. It was... a really arousing sight. (Guess you should play with his nipples more). You thought that he was scared because of not being enough, yet surely that couldn't possibly be true.

It felt most times you didn't know him—who he truly is. What questionable tactics he will use get you to stay. A sort of long term play you didn't quite understand used to influence you. But... you couldn't bring yourself to care at this moment.

"W-what? You've gone all quiet." You swore you heard a bit of smugness in his tone when he whispered in your ear. His head leaned back on your shoulder while he breathed your name in a groan. Your fingers grazing his thighs as he continued to grab you. Rubbing circles around your wrist while he placed both of your hands around his member. "Please... I'm so close, mommy..."

"Ah?" You gasped when you felt the sticky substance pouring out of him. The heat burning your palm while you slowly stroked him up and down. Trying to get used to the feeling of him.

"Why didn't you stay after you caught me moaning your name, mommy? Why didn't you just fuck me?" He whined sadly. A droplet of tear falling on your arm, his crying beginning again. "Your poor babyboy was so frustrated. Mm, why couldn't you ditch your stupid friends...? Hngh, leaving me all alone..."

You swallowed. Eyes mesmerizing by the way his hips moved to chase release, how you tightened your grip around his flesh without intention, how he kept going after shooting out thick ropes of come—painting your hands and the sheets white.

"Fuuck, I need more... s-so much more... hic! Mommy, please, pretty please! Nngh... Your panties in my pocket are not enough anymore. Hic... I need more... More! Pleaaaaase..."

Your lips were captured by his in a kiss. His whimper vibrating from his mouth to yours, drool and spit exchanged between you. Eyes rolling to the back of his head when he continued overstimulating himself. Hungry for more toe-curling orgasms from you.

"Oh, my baby... Of course I'll give you more."

He sobbed while you kissed his wet eyes, finally snapping out of your trance. Your finger stroking the veins on his fat twitching cock, thumb rubbing the red tip, smearing it with more gooey liquids. It was fascinating how more kept coming. You sucked on his earlobe while you picked up your pace.

Maybe you should've questioned what happened more—like how he suddenly broke into your home and started living with you—yet it felt like nothing mattered other than him feeling amazing. With the way he kept moaning out "Ah, fuck mommy! Please, don't stop," you were prepared to go at it all night.

[nik0nk1]

Would like to thank @invoncible for the amazing idea! This will just be how I think [Name] personality will be

[Name] [Last Name] • The Goddess of Destruction (Viltrumite Edition)

(This [Name] is inspired by Beerus the God of Destruction from dbz)

or what happens when a young Viltrumite, a very young Viltrumite is given god-tier powers and an almost zero attention span

Personality Breakdown

Whimsical Yet Unstoppable

[Name] approaches life with no set destination. Always wandering, observing, and occasionally causing mass destruction and chaos just because. She doesn't usually start fights on purpose.

Key word hint: usually

She just stumbles upon them or when the Viltrumite Empire orders her to(which is never, she doesn't take orders from the empire). But when she actually wants to fight? You just gotta take a deep breath and prepare for the worse.

Possessive & Self-Indulgent

She doesn't ask for things, she just takes them instead. If something interests her, welp it belongs to her now. And if someone disagrees with her?

Well say bye bye to their head. Whether it be a planet, person, or a bag of snacks. It's not sentimental, just instinct. Everything she wants it's already hers, they just don't know it yet:3.

Detached from Morality

Good? Evil? None of it matters. She doesn't go on her way to be cruel nor is she interested in being kind. If something amuses her, she lets them live. If they don't? Well she just wipes them.

But if someone goes on their way to stop her? Well ok mister goodie bag shoe, yea she'll, why? Because she wants to. No grandio philosophy, no internal conflict monologue. Just her.

Easily Distracted, Yet Unrelenting

She can me in the middle of almost destroying the city

Almost thank god

And she'll immediately abandon the fight to try a local cuisine. But that doesn't mean she forgot what she was doing, she'll be back eventually. But only if she wants to.

Respects Strength, but Only If It’s Fun

Titles? Ranks? Authority? Absolutely meaningless. The only thing she ever valued is how much fun someone has to fight. If they somehow put on a challenge? She's entertained. If they don't, well that depends. She eithers moves on and crush them out of sheer boredom or..

She's entertained because, why not? I mean respect doesn't mean mercy. It just mean she enjoyed herself before ending the fight.

Supremely Confident (Because She Can Be)

She has never lost in her life. Never even considered the possibility of losing. Why would she? No Viltrumite has ever come close to beating her, even tho she's young, very young for a Viltrumite, she's been the strongest(probably has broken many egos of other experience and old Viltrumite, not helping since she's a girl).

She doesn't need arrogance, reality has already proven her unstoppable.

Indifferent to Rules & Expectations

Mission? Responsibility? Orders? What's that? She only follow them only if it aligns to her interest or with whatever she already planned to do. The second they stop being interesting, she moves one.

No second thoughts just immediately done, she could be in the middle of destroying a planet the next second she's already somewhere eating. She does what she wants, whenever she wants, however she wants.

Which obviously causes some issues with the Viltrumite Empire council(of course there's an issue).

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In Conclusion:

She is a overpowered, unpredictable mass of destruction who treats universal domination just like a casual hobby. Maybe she'll take over your planet. Maybe she's in the side distracted by street food and declare it off limits to the Viltrumite instead. Maybe both, who knows.

[luv-lock-deactivated20250611]

ㅤֹㅤ⊹ㅤ #ㅤALIEN GIRLㅤ.ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☆⁠ PAIRING : Yandere Mark Grayson x Fem Qu Reader Part 3

☆⁠ HEADCANON : You were pregnant... And your pregnancy wasn't normal... Especially not something that mark expected...

☆⁠ NOTES : Qu is an alien species from the book All Tomorrows. You can learn more about her here. English is not my first language. Hope you enjoy!

Mark started noticing things.

It began with small stuff.

Shiny things went missing—coins, keys, a silver spoon, even his mom’s earrings (which somehow ended up under his bed).

Then there was the soft stuff. His hoodies, pillows, blankets—all gone.

And the food. Fruits he’d never seen before piled up in the corner of his room, untouched but somehow... perfectly fresh.

Mark was so confused.

At first, he thought you were just being weird. Because let’s be honest—you weren’t exactly normal. But then he caught you sitting in a pile of stolen goods, legs tucked beneath you, nesting.

That was when he finally asked:

"...What are you doing?"

You blinked up at him, tilting your head, hair cascading around you like a shimmering cloak.

"For baby," you said simply. Then, after a pause, you added: "Babies."

Mark froze.

"...What."

You pointed at your stomach with a serene smile. "Baby. Nest good for baby."

Mark’s heart stopped.

"WHAT???"

Mark. Freaks. Out.

You tilted your head, confused. "What?" Mark panicked. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN BABIES—PLURAL?!" You just shrugged. "Baby." You patted your stomach. "Yours." He felt his soul leave his body.

Mark didn't know how to handle this.

He immediately ran to his mom.

"Mom," he gasped, stumbling into the kitchen like he’d just seen a ghost. "She—she said she’s pregnant."

Debbie paused mid-dishwashing. "What?"

"She’s making a nest! She’s collecting stuff! She said babies!" Mark ran a hand through his hair. "Mom, what the fuck!"

Debbie dried her hands calmly. "Did you use protection?"

Mark gawked at her. "I didn’t think I needed to! She’s an alien!"

Debbie exhaled sharply. "Well, apparently, she’s an alien that can get pregnant."

Mark groaned, collapsing onto the couch. "Oh my God. I’m not ready to be a dad."

"Well," Debbie muttered, completely unbothered. "You should’ve thought about that before sleeping with her."

Mark let out a miserable groan.

Now that you were pregnant, your eating habits changed.

You ate. So. Much.

Especially meat.

Mark stared, horrified, as you tore into a raw steak, completely unbothered. "You know... we usually cook that."

You blinked at him, mouth full of blood. "...Why?"

Mark swallowed. "Because it's gross eating it raw?"

You just tilted your head. "But taste good."

Mark watched in silence as you continued devouring the steak.

You also developed a sweet tooth.

Cookies? Gone.

Ice cream? Destroyed.

Syrup? You drank it straight from the bottle.

He had to physically pry it out of your hands.

Mark learned that you were serious about the nest.

You dragged his hoodies into a corner of his room. You hoarded pillows, blankets, even his mattress.

Mark woke up on the floor.

"You kicked me out of my own bed!" he groaned.

You blinked sleepily. "Nest not for you. Nest for baby."

Mark sighed, rubbing his face.

"...Where am I supposed to sleep?"

You thought about it for a second, then patted your lap.

Mark stared. "...I am not sleeping on your lap."

You shrugged, curling up in the nest. "Then floor."

Mark let out a strangled noise.

One night, Mark found you hugging your knees, staring out the window.

He frowned. "Hey... what’s wrong?"

You stayed silent.

Mark sat beside you. "Come on. Talk to me."

You took a deep breath. "Miss... sisters."

Mark blinked. "Your sisters?"

You nodded. "We... always together. Always. Birth together. Hug under sky." Your voice grew soft. Lonely. "Now... alone."

Mark felt something tug at his chest.

You were always so strange, so terrifying, so otherworldly. It was easy to forget you could feel sadness.

Mark hesitated before wrapping an arm around you.

You looked up, surprised.

Mark forced a smile. "Well... you’re not alone anymore."

You blinked. Then, slowly, you buried your face in his chest.

"...Mark warm," you mumbled.

He chuckled, resting his chin on your head. "Yeah, yeah. I get that a lot."

"Mark," you whispered against his skin, nuzzling into his neck. "You scared?" Mark swallowed thickly. "...A little." You pulled back, blinking at him. "Why?" He exhaled. "Because you’re not human. And you’re... different." You tilted your head. "Different bad?" "...No. Just... different."

You considered that. Then, slowly, you reached out, placing his hand on your slightly rounded stomach. "Not different," you murmured. "Just... mine."

And somehow, despite everything, despite the insane, terrifying reality of his situation— Mark smiled. Because yeah. He was yours.

You were beautiful. Terrifying, yes, but his. You clung to him, kissed him randomly, slept on top of him. And God help anyone who looked at him the wrong way. One time, a girl at the store smiled at Mark. You hissed. Mark had to physically drag you away. "Can you NOT try to commit murder every time a girl breathes near me?" You pouted. "She want mate." Mark sighed. "No, she was just being polite." You narrowed your eyes. "I kill." "NO." Mark was exhausted. Not because of crime-fighting, not because of college, not even because of his dad suddenly being back in his life. No. Because of you. It started one night when Mark woke up to emptiness. You weren’t in the nest. Panic hit him immediately. He checked the kitchen. Not there. The bathroom? Nope. The ceiling? ...Also no. "Goddamn it," he muttered. Mark searched the whole house three times before he heard it—soft breathing. He turned to the darkest corner of his room. Two glowing eyes stared back at him. "Jesus—!" He nearly punched the wall. "What the hell are you doing there?!" You blinked slowly, like a cat caught doing something forbidden. "Hide." Mark exhaled, running a hand down his face. "From what?!" You shrugged. "Feel good." Mark’s eye twitched. "Get out of the shadows." "No." "Get out." "...No." Mark groaned. Debbie had seen some shit. She survived Omni-Man. She survived Viltrumites. But she was not surviving this. She walked into the kitchen one morning, and there you were—perched on the fridge like some kind of cryptid. "...What are you doing?" "Mark say no raw meat," you said blankly. "So I eat where he not see." Debbie sighed. "Please don’t tell me you’re eating it raw again." You tilted your head. "...I no tell." "...Oh my God." Nolan hated you.

He had been sitting at the table, drinking coffee, when Mark asked you something completely innocent. "So… what were you like before?" You perked up. Pregnancy made you talkative, and you loved talking to Mark. "Oh! Had harem. Many males. Many pretty. All do what I say." Mark choked on his drink.

Nolan raised an eyebrow. Debbie just stared. "Harem?..." You nodded proudly. "Yes. Male do all work. Listen to Queen. Bring food. Fight others. Make babies." Mark coughed. "Uh. What happened to them?" You tilted your head. "Eat them." Dead silence. Nolan put his cup down very slowly. Mark paled. "...WHAT?" You hummed. "Some live. But old way… Male weak, we eat. No waste." Mark looked horrified. "...You ate your husbands?" You shrugged. "Yes. But you safe." You patted his head. "No eat you. Like you too much." Nolan looked like he was having a stroke. Debbie got up and left the room. Mark, meanwhile, just buried his face in his hands. "Oh my God." One time, Mark caught you crying in the nest. Immediate panic. He rushed over, pulling you into his arms. "Hey, hey—what’s wrong?!" You sniffled. "Nest too small." Mark blinked. "...Baby isn’t even born yet." You hugged your belly. "Need big nest." "...How big?" You looked at him, eyes deadly serious. "Big as house." He wanted to scream. Mark learned way too much about you. One night, as you laid in the nest together, you played with his fingers and whispered— "I ruin species once." Mark groaned. "Oh God. Not again." "Yes. Make them better. Stronger. Then… too strong." "...You made a species that killed itself?" "Yes." You yawned. "Oops." Mark covered his face. "Mark?" "...Yeah?" "Would you let me change you?" "NO." "...Okay." Mark didn’t sleep that night. One day, Nolan took Mark aside. "Mark. Listen to me. You don’t understand what you’ve done." Mark sighed. "Dad, relax. She’s harmless." "She is a goddamn genetic nightmare!" Mark crossed his arms. "She’s cute." "SHE ATE HER OWN KIND." "She said she wouldn’t eat me!" "THAT IS NOT REASSURING." Mark rolled his eyes. "Look, she chose me. That means I’m safe, right?" Nolan looked pale. "...Mark. If she chose you, that means you are hers. Forever." Mark shrugged. "I don’t see the problem." Nolan grabbed his shoulders. "MARK. SHE’S HAVING YOUR CHILD." Mark smirked. "Yeah. And?" Nolan looked to the sky, as if begging the universe for patience. "...You are the dumbest child I have ever raised."

Once Mark walked into the house after training, exhausted, covered in bruises, and ready to pass out. Instead, he was met with an eerie silence. His stomach dropped. "Babe?" No response. He checked the kitchen. No you. The living room? Empty. The bathroom? He opened the door and— "RAAARGH!" "HOLY SHIT!" Mark fell back as you jumped out from the shadows, completely naked as always, landing on his chest. You grinned. "Surprise." Mark groaned. "You almost gave me a heart attack." You tilted your head. "I no have heart attack." "I’M NOT YOU." You hummed, then leaned down, licking his face. Mark sighed. "Okay. You really need to stop licking me." "No." Despite the absolute insanity, Mark was obsessed with you. You were weird. You were dangerous. You were terrifying. But you were his. And he wouldn’t trade you for anything. Even if you tried to eat his kids.

"You are... happy?" you asked once, tilting your head as you lay across his lap, your long hair pooling onto the floor. Mark blinked, swallowing thickly. "I—I mean, yeah? I think so? It’s just... a lot." You smiled softly, placing a hand over your stomach. Then, like it was the most casual thing in the world, you murmured, "I eat it if it bad." Mark choked. "WHAT?" You blinked. "If baby weak. Bad. I eat." His soul left his body. "YOU CAN’T JUST EAT THE BABY!" You frowned, confused. "Why not?" "BECAUSE—BECAUSE THAT’S NOT—" He buried his face in his hands, groaning. "Oh my god, I can’t believe I got you pregnant." You beamed. "I can."

One night Mark had come home late, exhausted. He expected to find you asleep in your ridiculous nest. Instead, he found you sitting on the balcony, staring at the stars. Quiet. Still. He sat beside you. "Couldn’t sleep?" You shook your head. "Stars nice." Mark hummed. "...Yeah. They are." You glanced at him. "You think babies like stars?" Mark hesitated. Then, slowly, he smiled. "...I think they’ll love them." You brightened, eyes shimmering in the moonlight. Mark’s heart skipped a beat. He was so screwed.

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[pastelclovds]

invincible is dragging me back by the ankles

thinking about a human!reader who has lived a pretty decent, normal existence. at least, as normal as it could be with all the hero's trying to exterminate the world ending threats, and leaving major cities in ruins afterwards. the death of the guardians made the threats worsen over time.

one day, as you were taking your usual midnight stroll, you were stopped by the one and only, omni-man. his only excuse? he said and i quote.

“human, it has come to my attention that you’re releasing strange, aphrodisiacal pheromones; and it has become a problem for me.”

you blink once, twice, thrice, and you’re eyes widened as you finished processing his sentence. you were releasing sexy pheromones?? where was it during your days in college? your vision on omni-man’s flushed face trails down to his pelvic region, where his ragging boner was making itself known beneath his suit.

cue to nolan dragging you to an empty alleyway, stripping you both butt naked, and riding you until you left his hole gaping and filled to the brim with your cum. he let out an uncharacteristic, longing moan as he painted your chest in white.

turns out he’s been wanting you for a while ever since he first caught whiff of your scent that one afternoon a week ago as he was defeating a kaiju.

as for the “aphrodisiacal pheromones” you seem to unknowingly release daily: it only seems to affect nobody else but nolan. you don’t have a problem with it though, as long as you continue to fuck the number one super “hero,” you don’t need anything else.

that’s until mark appears before you with a raging hard on. then his other variants, and now conquest. yeah, you’re a viltramite magnet. where was this attention in college?

[hurlingdown]

CRIME AND PUNISHMENT ? ! — ft. sub ftm! doflamingo, dom! top reader, sadist reader, masochistic slut doffy. heavy dub-con, humiliation kink, bondage, degradation, gagging, fingering, collars, pussy-slapping, loss of virginity. a small halloween gift <3

donquixote doflamingo, the most wretched, most insane, most despicable man to set foot in this world, completely at your mercy. you had played your role well as the most obedient plaything he has ever owned — only to ambush him when he was least expecting it. 

you have him gagged, clapped in seastone cuffs, and strapped firmly onto a table with his pants pulled down, exposing his wet, leaking pussy. he mewls when you swipe a finger down his swollen slit, rubbing between his folds, syrupy slick dribbling down your hand in copious amounts. 

“how does it feel, doffy?” you murmur, casually wiping his slick on his ass to coat it with a slight sheen. “being someone’s toy?” 

filthy, you think. doflamingo’s hands have pressed countless bruises into your skin, each one branding you with his possession and ownership. the collar around your neck had chaffed and choked you as he had tugged you around like you were nothing but a puppet, a being meant to serve and entertain your master.

you had bled for his strings, his dirt and filth. you had bled too much for the same man who laid before you, bent over and humiliated. 

oh, how you loathe him. 

"well, doffy?"

doflamingo whines pathetically against his gag, shaking his head in denial. the collar he once forced you to wear is now safely secured around his neck, and you curl your fingers around it and tug, a grin splitting your face at the sound of him choking and whimpering from the sudden pressure on his windpipe. 

“haah. you lying little psychopath. well. at least your cunt likes it.” you smirk, fingers sliding down the curve of his ass to sink into his sopping hole again. “but then again…" you trail off, leaning down as if you were speaking directly to his twitching cunt, "who would’ve thought someone as depraved as you would own such a pretty pussy, mm?” 

he shakes his head again, helplessly struggling against the seastone binds, drool trickling down his chin and neck to form a small puddle on the table. irked by his silence, you pull your fingers out roughly, slapping his pussy, and he screams, legs shaking and jerking forward with a shuddering cry.

“answer me when i’m talking to you, slut.” 

he nods obediently, snivelling with tears streaming down his face, and it was euphoric to see your captor like this, trembling like a bitch in heat. the things you would give to see him like this for the rest of your life, bent to your every word and whim. oh, well. you would have plenty of time for that later, you suppose, to see if the puppeteer can dance as well as his puppets.

“she ever been fucked before, doffy?” you jerk your chin, gesturing to the wet mess that is his cunt. 

he shakes his head quickly, letting out a full-body shiver in anticipation of your words. he gasps at the sound of a belt being unbuckled and falling to the floor, the dirty ‘pap’ of something hot and wet tapping against his entrance. 

“wanna try?"

it wasn’t a question, but he makes a strangled, desperate noise, looking at you over his shoulder like he wants to say something: his last words before you forcefully take his virginity. licking your lips, you pull down his soaked gag, smearing spit across his chin and neck. 

“please, i’ll do anything,” is the first thing he sobs out, voice shaking. “please fuck my slutty pussy.” 

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[gatorbites-imagines]

Kinktober day 9

Clark Kent + sounding

I’ve spent all day drawing giraffes for class, so time to write. How has everyone’s October been so far?

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Clark, or should he say Kal-El, was seated back in one of the seats in the fortress of solitude. He was naked from the waist down, legs spread open, and feet placed on the control panel in front of him as he panted audibly. Kryptonians couldn’t sweat, and at times like this Clark cursed such biology, as his body felt like it was burning up on the inside. Everything was so sensitive, so raw that even the brush of cold wind against his skin made him tense up and whimper.

This was all your fault, Clark decided. You were the one who had nicked the pink kryptonite from Bruces collection, claiming to want to study it. He wouldn’t have been surprised if Bruce knew immediately what you were planning to do, you two had worked together for many years so of course he would know.

Clark could barely open his eyes to look at you as you stood between his shaking thighs, the muscle inside jumping and twitching, the kryptonian wanting to snap his thighs shut from how overstimulating your very presence was. You looked borderline gleeful as you watched him, you hadn’t had to touch Clark even once, only needing to pull out the thin cylinder of pink rocks to get Clark like this.

Your lover would twitch and stifle moans when you as much as brushed the pink kryptonite against him, the upper part of his suit already stained with stripes of pre. You could never quite get over just how big kryptonians were, and how much they produced.

Part of you had thought that Clark would be a gentleman, a real country boy coming to the big city vibe. That was until you two started dating and he got more comfortable, where you learned just how much of an animal he could be.

The noise Clark made as you finally grabbed him around the base reminded you a bit of a wounded animal, his entire body so tense in his attempts not to lose control of his super strength, or any other of his powers for that matter.

He was pulsing in your hand, which wasn’t uncommon, with you having gotten used to kryptonian libido and what came with it. But the deep red, almost purple tint to his tip made you flick your tongue against your lip. It was borderline impossible to ever overstimulate Clark, and at times very difficult to even edge him, especially to this point. Normally it would take hours, but this time it hadn’t even taken you thirty minutes.

Soft warbled words in what you knew was kryptonian passed his lips, mixed with different half formed curses and begs in a thicky accented voice. You loved how his accent would melt into his words when he got like this, or when he was feeling extra affectionate, how it became so clear that yes, he may be superman of krypton, but he is just as much Clark Kent of Smallville.

His tip oozed more than you were used too as you brought the cylinder of pink kryptonite closer, his shaft so slick you almost caught your hand slipping right off it. Clarks eyes were wide, pupils blown so far you could barely see a tiny ring of blue around them, as he seemed hyperfocused on what you were doing between his legs.

“Take a deep breath, alright Clark?” you mumble, eyes boring into his flushed face, waiting for him to audibly gulp in air as his chest expanded. His eyelashes were wet and clumped together, Clarks eyes flicking up to meet your own, looking so vulnerable and needy that you almost wanted to just pull him into your arms to hold him.

“You ready?” you purr out, smiling softly at his shaky but excited nod, his Adams apple bobbing as he gulped the spit in his mouth. With a shaky inhale of your own, you slowly work the rod of kryptonite downwards, watching Clark closely to make sure everything was as it should be.

His jaw dropped, but no noise passed through his lips, his eyes flickering a few shades of red before they rolled almost all the way back. His toes were curling and muscles tensing hard enough that you would have been worried, were he a normal human. Clark so clearly wanted to arch his back and writhe around, but he stayed still for you, letting you slowly push and pull the rod of kryptonite back and forth.

The praises that passed through your lips didn’t even seem to fully register for Clark, who seemed to almost be experiencing something akin to a holy experience. What little noises that did leave him were choked and whiny, like a chew toy whose squeaker had started breaking and leaking air. He was adorable, in his own musclebound, teary eyed kinda way, in a way that only really made sense because it was Clark.

“There we go, good boy Clark” you pant out, eyes transfixed on where you could see the faintly glowing space rock sinking and rising out of him, splashes of shiny pre gushing out with every outwards pull, further soaking his lower body and your hands. The praise seemed to register enough for Clark to give a scratchy grunt, his voice breaking again as the kryptonite pressed against some spot that made him forget to swallow, a line of drool running down his chin.

It was clear from the start that he wouldn’t have lasted long. Clark never really did, since he had close to no rest period between rounds, so why would he need to hold back when he would be ready to go again in two minutes, tops. The pink kryptonite only seemed to shorten his usual time, his entire body wriggling in his seat to notify how close he was.

With a loud pant you slowly pulled the rod out, watching how shiny it was, coated in all his fluids, spurts of pre squirting out of his slit like a fountain finally getting unblocked as you pulled the kryptonite out the last bit.

The squeeze around his base and an approving noise from you was all he needed to spill all over himself, Clarks body tensing even more, if that was even possible, as he exploded like volcano. The first many times you had been shocked at how hard he would finish, and how much there was. Even now, this time there seemed to be even more, and his orgasm lasted longer than you were used too.

When Clark finally slumped into the seat, his entire torso, all the way up to his chin, was covered in thick splashes of white, when you were covered in quite a lot of it, but that you had expected. You had also expected that Clark would at least be somewhat out of it, just because you were involving a type of kryptonite. That meant you weren’t too shocked when he didn’t react as you put the kryptonite away in its lead box, to be cleaned later, or when you tried to wipe you both down the best you could.

Luckily you were used to carrying him around, so it wasn’t too hard to pick your still shivering lover up. You had a feeling he was purring, your difference in species just meant you couldn’t hear it, but the barely noticeable thrum to his throat as it rested against your shoulder was telling enough. Clark nuzzled against you with a relieved sigh, eyes shut and body limp, proving that even the man of steel could be wrung out one way or another. You just hoped you hadn’t traumatized the other residents of the fortress, even if they weren’t completely alive like Clark or you.

[starboye]

clark kent, secretly known as superman aka the man of steel yet turns into a whimpering mess when you have your hand wrapped around the base of his cock, jerking him off at an agonizingly slow pace till he was a mumbling mess

"what's wrong clark i thought superman was supposed to be a man of steel" you tease him, kissing up and down his inner thigh as he whimpered in your touch begging for anything and everything, he couldn't tell if he was begging you to stop or keep going

he just knew it was all so much, your soft words but rough touches just made his head spin all to much, his head dipping down, lips puckered out begging for a kiss to which you giggle "what, do you want a kiss" you tease him, your lips just inches away from his making him whine your name

you rubbed your thumb around the glistening pre cum on his tip, clark writhing in pain as you did so, pulling against the restraints on his wrists that were behind his back, he could've easily broke the frail (and honestly poorly) tightened rope but he didn't want to

his mind was floating and he just felt so fucking good having you use him for your enjoyment, spurting his 13th or 15th load all over the floor, his eyes shooting to the back of his head as his muscles tightened and he let out more heavy breaths

"you want me to stop" you asked lifting his head to look at you "mm mm" he weakly groans opening his legs for you wider "good boy" you smirk

[flyervel]

"God, forgive me for I have sinned." The young priest looked up, seeing you. A devil grinning with your hard cock in front of his face, poking his soft cheeks. "But this is for everyone's own good..."

He then puts your whole length in his mouth, immediately down to his throat—moaning crying like a slut. While his small cock twitching and already sprouting precums. "You, called yourself holy?" You asked while thrusting into the young priest's throat. Making him gagged, at your response, he shook his head.

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"Mhmm~! Daddy!!" And there he was. The once known to be a priest—now, wearing a short black skirt, fucking himself with your cock on your thorne as your guards watch everything. His brain is filled with nothing but your cock.

"Bounced faster you bitch." You spat out, smacking his cheeks making him moan—you played along with his hardened nipples as he bounced faster as sinful sounds echoed.

Your guards held their weapon as tight as possible when he cums again on the fourth time. Moaning your name like a prayer. You looked down, seeing his cum. You thought to yourself; were you too cruel to him?

[l1tw1ck]

dean winchester consumes my mind LAWDDD I beg for anything with that man, surviving off of scraps looking for more top male reader x dean 🤕

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No Longer a Mentor

Sub!Bottom Dean Winchester x Top!Male Reader

☆ Word Count: 1,512 ☆

After spending his young adult years with you, his mentor, more than his father, Dean found himself falling for you. He eventually made a move and forever changed the dynamic of your relationship

🕯️: well luckily for u, i just finished this draft :3

CW: Age Gap, First Time Bottoming, Blowjob, Fingering, Frottage (Sort Of), Creampie

Dean’s known you for a couple years, you're a friend of his dad’s and a fellow hunter. You became his mentor in place of his father, who often hunted on his own and left Dean in your care. You liked to stay in your state since the area was basically a supernatural magnet while his father preferred to travel the country so he chose you to finally allow Dean to stay in one place for more than a week. If you were anybody else, Dean would've been annoyed that his dad didn't take him along despite his age and experience. Instead of going to college, Dean spent those years learning to hunt with his father and mostly you. Thanks to all the time you spend with each other, his allegiance to you is almost stronger than his allegiance to his father. He hangs on your every word and treats you like a god. It's thanks to you that he finally accepted his bisexuality. But he doesn't want to tell you that.

He first started feeling differently towards you when you started to become more physical with him. You often hold onto his shoulder with your strong hand or pull him out of the way by his waist and it drives him crazy. He so desperately wants to feel your hands on other parts of his body and vice versa. Your voice makes him weak in the knees and you sound especially attractive when you've found your prey. You're much older than him but he can't get rid of his feelings for you. He tries his best to be content with just having a crush.

After you two had dinner, you decided to drink with him. The two of you laughed and talked over a few cans of beer and deepened your relationship further.

“You ever been in a relationship, [Name]?” Dean asks, slightly tipsy.

“A few. I mostly slept around in my college years and experimented a bit with other hunters but in the end I decided to marry my job instead.”

“Why?”

“I wanted to marry someone I could tell everything to so I tried dating within my circle but none of the hunters seemed to click with me in the ways that really matter.”

“That makes sense…then you probably haven't…” He trails off.

“I probably haven't what?”

“Had sex…lately……”

You laugh. “No, I haven't. Honestly, I think getting laid would really help me. It's been a rough couple weeks.”

“I…” Dean gulps. “I could help with that….if you don't mind…….being with a guy..”

You look at him in surprise. “You're drunk.”

“I’ve only had two cans and a half…You know I don't get drunk that fast.”

You look at him differently, no longer with the eyes of a mentor. “You’ll bottom?”

Dean nods.

You smile in amusement. “I might be a little rough, can you handle that?”

He nods again, more enthusiastically this time.

“Come here.” You motion for him to come over to your side of the table. He stands in front of you. “Kneel.” You order. Dean immediately kneels, his cock steadily growing in size. You unbuckle your belt and pull down your underwear. Dean stares at your cock in awe, body heating up as he watches you jerk it to its true size.

“Fuck. You’re big.” He breathes out.

“Too big?”

“I can handle it.” He says, licking his lips.

“Attaboy.” You run your hands through his hair. Dean blushes. “Ever done this before?”

“Never..” His eyes are trained on your length.

“Is this your first time with a man?”

“Yeah…”

Your gaze changes. Dean shivers in arousal. “How long have you wanted this?”

“A long time…I’ve been…fingering myself, in case we….” He looks away.

You grin, turned on by the thought of that. “You'll have to show me that some day.”

Dean’s face gets redder.

“Now, let me see how you suck cock.”

He's so hard right now. He opens his mouth and slowly swallows your length. He makes a dragged out moan in pleasure as he feels your thickness enter him. Pre cum leaks out of his cock as he imagines how it’ll feel in his ass. He bobs his head up and down enthusiastically, mimicking his past girlfriends by simultaneously swirling his tongue around your shaft.

“Fuck–” You moan. “That's it– good boy.”

Words can't express how happy Dean gets when you praise him.

“You're better at this than I expected, baby.” You smile at his cuteness. He can't hide how pleased he is. “You like sucking dick, don't you? I never thought you’d be a cock slut, Dean.”

He moans. He’ll happily be your cock slut. He pulls away and licks your length in a very sexy way, gaining more confidence thanks to his elevated horniess. “I love your cock, sir.”

“Of course, you’re my cock slut.” You press your hand against his cheek. “Stand up and take your clothes off, I wanna use your other hole.”

Dean’s cock throbs even more. He stands up and quickly removes his clothes, shivering under your hungry and lustful gaze. You pat your lap and he quickly sits on top of you, your shafts pressed against each other.

You grope his ass. “I don’t have any lube..” You trail off, mesmerized by his soft butt.

“I already fingered myself earlier.” He smiles.

“Good boy.” You praise him. “Then spit’ll be enough. Say ‘ah’.” You bring two fingers into Dean’s mouth. He sucks on your fingers in the sluttiest way he can before you take them out and gently push one of your saliva covered fingers inside his soft hole. You give him a moment before adding the second, then you start to finger him.

Dean lets out the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard. “[Name]~” He arches his back and subconsciously thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against yours. “Your- yours feel so- fuck~” He groans. “So much better!”

You moan as well thanks to the sudden friction. You bring him into a sloppy kiss, the temperature between the two of you steadily rising. Dean pulls away first, more desperate for air, and presses his forehead against your shoulder. “Don't stop– mm- gonna come~” He whimpers. Your fingers find his prostate, an immediate gasp of pleasure leaving Dean’s lips. He throws his head back. “There! Yes!” He moans, grinding against your cock even faster. The combination of his moans, his expression, and his cock against yours all contribute to bringing you to closer your orgasm.

Dean comes first, cum splattering over the two of you. Yours comes second thanks to the amazing look on Dean’s face.

“You're so fucking sexy, Dean, you know that?” You take your fingers out and knead his ass.

“I know.” He gives you a kiss. “I want you inside me.”

You lift Dean up and slowly lower him down on your cock. You both let out noises of pleasure as you penetrate him. He bites down on his lip, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of his ass stretching to accommodate your girth. Once you bottom out, you give him time to get used to it. “Your cunt feels fucking amazing.” You groan. It's hard to hold yourself back but thankfully for you, Dean has no intention of waiting any longer. He places his hands on your shoulders and starts riding you. He quickly loses his momentum as the pleasure begins to overwhelm him. You help him out by grabbing his waist and doing the work for him, allowing Dean to fully enjoy himself.

He knew anal sex would feel good, especially because it's anal sex with you, but he never really had an idea of how good it’d feel until now. Now he's completely blissed out and only able to moan like a slut. It's especially thanks to your quick and rough speed that he's unable to think properly. You couldn't get yourself to go slower even if you tried. His ass just feels way too good.

“Your ass is perfect, Dean–” You groan. “So fucking good-” You hold him and stand up then gently place him on the table after clearing it of the empty cans. You rut into him like a monster, so horny that you feel like you could fuck him all night. You can never get enough of him.

Dean arches his back and shakes as ropes of cum spurt out of his dick. You know you should stop, or at least slow down, but you can't. “‘M sorry baby, fuck–” You moan, hanging your head low as you find your orgasm approaching. “‘M gonna come inside, okay? Gonna fill up your tight fucking cunt with my seed–”

Dean’s conscious enough to understand you. “Ye- yes!” He grins. He's been wanting to know what it feels like to get creampied. “Co- come inside!”

Encouraged by his words, you spill your cum into his warm and welcoming hole. Your thrusts come to a stop and the two of you start to catch your breaths.

“That…was so fucking good.” Dean says, leaning back.