Lia👸B

ETL, forbidden and any fucking hot ship enjoyer, ask me anything you like or wanna discuss no stupid threatening

[liaa--qb]

'The Viper and Nightinagle game'

[Dark mean Aemond x strong niece]

Warning : it's gonna be quite dark coming chapters, mean Aemond, dark Aemond, violence, dark, dub con, incest, uncle x niece, angst, explicit

SUMMARY : In the realms of Westeros, a famed tale unfolds—the saga of Viper and Nightingale. In the crimson forest, a gentle Nightingale sang her song, unaware of the lurking Viper, hungry and lonely, with sinister plans. The Viper, cunning and crafty, sought to ensnare the Nightingale. It donned a facade, masquerading as a friend, alluring the Nightingale to a garden abundant with apples and pomegranates, tantalizing her desires. Time and again, the Nightingale yearned for the forbidden fruits but clung to avoid the offers,intensifying the Viper's appetite and longing. Will the Nightingale escape unscathed, or will the Viper claim victory ? No one knows the ending of this tale and it remains a mystery through ages.

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"Believe me my princess, I would destroy everything if I don't get you." Aemond gripping her slender neck and clenching her hair in his fists, whispers into her ear "You are mine, whether you like it or not. You were mine, you are mine and you will be mine always even all these Gods cannot take you away from me and if I don't get what I want then I destroy that thing, you know your dearest uncle very well my little sweetling, don't you ? " That moment Rhaewina knew that death was better path for her

links : Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

chapter 4

[liaa--qb]

My elder sis had the best teenage years ♥️

[liaa--qb]

Lit crazy about these 2 mfs😩🥵

(please recommend some hot fics )

[sepublic]

I do think it’s interesting how the novel Dracula is meant to be a modern setting from its perspective. It’s very much that genre of story about an ancient fantasy archetype finding itself in a modern setting, complete with the rules-lawyering that often comes with modern parodies (that isn’t to say the stories of Olde didn’t have fun with loopholes either though).

Except Dracula is a story that plays itself straight. The vampire himself is not stupid. He’s possibly the oldest vampire of all which means he upgraded from animal instinct and mindless echoes of past memories to someone who’s regained his critical thinking skills. The story begins because he’s already adapted to how the modern world works now by hiring a solicitor who understands modern laws.

He knows now that he doesn’t have to march into London with an army like he used to; He can just buy property and the laws of London are forced to respect that. Similarly he’s already experimented in and discovered loopholes to vampire rules and limitations; Vampires are bound by the permission of owners so he simply uses his solicitor to buy and own a bunch of properties. If he needs to be invited in, Dracula hypnotizes someone to let him in.

Vampires need to return to their grave every dusk/dawn (whichever comes sooner), which causes their coffin to act as an anchor that limits how far from it they can travel? Dracula simply rations the earth of his grave into fifty coffins and spreads them across London so his range becomes exponentially larger.

All of these things make the story almost come across as a deconstruction and it might just be! It’s just that Dracula the novel became such a trendsetter that people nowadays see it as playing things fully straight. It almost feels as if the novel is written with the idea that readers have a basic understanding of vampires and their rules, so part of the thrill comes in the revelation of how the titular vampire is working around these rules. Likewise I’ve heard it used to be a trope in English literature for a traveler to visit some foreign land with a monster and escape by going home. But here the foreign aspect of the story is just the first (and final) arc; The monster’s plan hinges on coming to the UK itself!

So yeah. Dracula isn’t stupid and he reflects the idea that people of the past had just as common sense as the rest of us, they just had access to less/inaccurate knowledge and things worked differently back then. Dracula would be like… That bit of someone showing a medieval peasant a meme as they comprehend it perfectly and aren’t even wowed by the Doritos. If Dracula was set in the 21st century he’d probably understand social media well enough to become an influencer if he wanted to, though the issue of being invisible in cameras wouldn’t help.

[fla-ves]

[youryanderedaddy]

Kinktober - 11th October

tw: female reader, non - con, captivity, somnophilia (kinda), sedative drugs, degradation/dehumanization I wasn't gonna participate in kinktober but seeing the other authors inspired me :33

Being reduced to just your body - it's an idea, a phrase, an impending sense of doom and dread and horror every woman knows by heart, or has to learn eventually. Maybe you're 13 and you suddenly feel heaviness in your chest, you can grab a handful of flesh for the first time, but quickly you realize that so can the others with their eyes on you, on that very same heaviness. Or perhaps you're a bit older, well into college, when a sleazy boyfriend or some hockey jerk at a party, gets a bit too handsy, so close, so intimate and all you feel afterwards is the void. Maybe it's your boss making a seemingly innocent comment in passing that seems to hang off his teeth and not his tongue.

Maybe you like it. Maybe you even enjoy it - maybe somewhere deep down hidden under layers upon layers of shame, you actually want it, to be nothing more than a rag doll for the boys. To lose control and feel instead of think, to let go for a second.

You thought you knew that feeling well - hell, you wrote a whole thesis on it, on objectification, dissociation, what it means to exist in a female body, to be desired, but not wanted, to be taken and never take. And you thought that made you, somehow, untouchable. You had learnt your lesson - you had washed your hands clean, you were self-aware, you were protected, because you knew the signs, the gaze, the fangs in place of teeth. And yet, you've never felt less human than now.

"Oh, baby, darling, you're so warm, ah, you're taking me so well." He groans, leaning over you, kneeling fully on the bed so he can push himself deeper inside of you, pulling your legs towards his shoulders. "You're beautiful like this, you know?" He pauses to kiss you on the cheek chastely, as if it was your wedding night, as if he didn't have you handcuffed to the bed and wrapped around his torso like an anchor. "So sweet, so pliant, so very much mine..." The man whispers, stroking your hair gently, and you want to laugh and laugh, but your muscles refuse to bugde.

"You're trying so hard to stay awake, it's honestly adorable. I can see that little brain of yours ticking." He smiles, heavy hands caging you in tightly with no space to breathe. His voice is coming from above in waves, sweet and velvety, almost hypnotising like a mantra. "Ah, you never learn, do you?" His nose brushes against yours affectionately and your stomach clenches as you feel the sweat dripp off his neck. "Silly girl. Once the needle goes in, your stupid, slutty little self goes out." He's still patting your head, but now it feels calculated, patronizing - as if you're a wild animal caught in his lap.

You are supposed to be numb, to be asleep - but you feel it all. You feel the tears drowning you, but not the release of crying out loud. You feel his thursts, the brutality with which he pushes in and out of you, but there is no pain, no blood to make it feel real, to allow you to grieve, to hang onto reality. You're just an outlet for his lust, for his anger and angst, with no feelings of your own. You exist to take it.

"I used to worship you, once. I used to put you on a piedestal, used to think I was undeserving of you," he takes a deep breath, brows furrowing together like a storm. "God, I was such a fool. Look at you now - little more than a hole for me." Your captor smiles with a sense of victory so condescending it sends shivers down your whole body, but you can't look away. You're stuck in-between states of consciousness, in a never-ending nightmare.

"Oh, baby, you're shivering. Are you scared?" The man tilts forward, resting his forehead against yours, voice lower than a curse. "Are you scared you'll be my rapedoll forever? Scared you'll never see your precious friends again?" He bites at your neck, sucking at the tender heating flesh with greed. "Scared that you'll always wake up in my bed, underneath me, spread out with my seed leaking out?" He grips your throat, staring you down with burning eyes. "Scared that all you'll ever be in this life, is mine?"

You inhale deeply - you try, at least, but you know you're suffocating, drowning, slowly fading into nothingness. You want to fight, and there are no weapons. You want to scream, but his lips are on yours, and your words die against them. And now you just want to sleep and never wake up.

"You should be scared, love. You should be scared." He whispers as he takes your limp hand into his and kisses it softly - the way he never kisses you. "Because this is forever."

[cinesvega]

we need more ex!rafe please!! if you don’t mind, could you do one where he finds out reader is going on a date or talking to someone and he just shows up at her house or smt (lead it however you like). jealous rafe is yummy asf. feel free to ignore this😭😭

NOTHING’S OVER - ex!Rafe x reader

a/n: damn you cooked with this one, I hope it lives up to your imagination!! I might rewrite another version because I really like this idea !!

Warnings: mdni, smut, rough sex, unprotected p in v, slapping, degradation kink, explicit language.

You missed him. You missed his touch, his words, his presence, all of it. But your ego was way too strong to call him back, so you managed to make him call you. You knew Rafe like the back of your hand, so finding an excuse for him to show up at your apartment was the easiest part.

You simply decided to go on a date with the guy that your sister tried many times to set you up with. At first, you felt bad for using him as a bait but he ended up being a jerk the whole time, making you even more motivated to get Rafe back.

And as you expected, your plan worked out perfectly — so perfectly that here you were, head pressed against your mattress, being held in a headlock as Rafe pounds into you. “You like that huh?” Each brutal thrusts echoed through the room, your moans blending with his, until the moment itself felt indecent.

“You like being fucked like a little slut?” All you could do was cry out, your cheeks were wet with tears and sweat. Rafe removes his arm from your neck and straightens up, pounding even deeper into you. As a reflex, your ass lifts up and he takes the chance to lower his hand to your cunt, feeling his cold ring traces his path. Rafe’s thumb circles on your clit causing you to let out a louder plea.

“I bet he wouldn’t fuck like this would he?” His pace is going faster, you could hear your bed squeak and feel your cunt clench around him. You suddenly hear loud a slap followed by a burning sensation on your ass cheek. “I need answer sweetheart.” He was asking questions you couldn’t answer to, your brain couldn’t come up with a proper reply as his thrusts continued to make you numb.

Another slap quickly followed, the mix of pain and his thumb on your clit made you even more wet than you already were. “Fuck- Rafe i can’t-” you blurb out. “Would he ? Yes or no?” And another slap, more tears started to flow down your face and you could feel your climax arriving. “No! No! Fuck-” you blissfully say. Rafe pulls you by your arms, making your back rest against his chest as he continues to thrust deep into you.

“Rafe im gonna- ah fuck!” an unexpected wave of ecstasy rushes through you and you feel your whole body tense as Rafe continues to thrust, going for his own peak. As he reaches his climax he powers fully inside of you, filling you up with his jizz.

You fall right back on your bed, trying to catch your breath, feeling how hot your room has become. Rafe pulls out of you, and lightly smacks your ass one last time, causing you to jolt a little, before falling next to you. “Next time you need company, just call me alright?” You both lay there, warped in the quiet afterglow of your intimacy.

You could feel your eyelids closing themselves, as tiredness started to grow on you. Rafe arms closed around you, as you placed your head against his chest and enjoyed his warmth. Your plan worked just like you’d imagined and he had finally came back, or that’s what you thought so.

You’re slowly woken up by the sunlight shining on your face, and as you move to stretch, you realize the bed feels much more emptier and colder than it did before you feel asleep. You really thought it had worked — and that everything would be like it used to — but now you just feel like a fool.

As you check your phone to see the time, you notice that rafe has sent you a text message.“Tell him you’re taken.” A strange smile tugs at your lips as you read it, and you let out a breath of relief you didn’t realize you’d been holding…

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[youryanderedaddy]

tw: captivity, intimidation, yandere vampire

You're spinning round and round, dizzy off wine. You're only allowed one glass - it's hard to find human produce around these lands, he says. The undead creature holding you is wearing a thick leather mask and his teeth sharpen as he grips you in when the music calls for an embrace, but his fingers linger just shy off touching you truly. You don't remember when you started dancing with him, if he even asked you to dance or simply gazed so deeply into your eyes you had no chance but to give into his hypnotism.

He smells cheap somehow - despite the layers upon layers of ancient garments adorned in gold, the sweet overpowering cologne can't mask the stench of sweat and blood labour. His fingers are squeezing your hips roughly, but his eyes, what little you can see of the red rubies they are, are lost on the horizon behind you - until they widen with primal fear. Fear you recognize a touch too well.

"Connely, my friend, what a relief it is to see you." A polite smile touches the newcomer's lips, but his eyes don't follow as you quickly turn around to face him. Leon immediately lets go of you, subtly pushing you off himself. You rush to fix your skirts, heavy air setting in.

"I was afraid my darling guest got lost in the crowd — but it appears you’ve taken it upon yourself to see her safety through." His smile remains wide, teeth flashing, voice soft as a whisper. "How considerate."

"S-sir Oryn." The man who was holding you seconds ago is now bowing deeply, voice faltering. "My sincerest apologies, sir, I had no idea she was yours—"

"I never said she was mine." The vampire lord raises an eyebrow, almost amused, his gaze trailing after you.

"Are you mine, dear?"

He turns toward you with a warm smile. Your chest tightens, lungs pressed against your palm as you look to Leon for strength, for answers — for anything other than indifference. But the intruder seems just as terrified.

You open your mouth to speak, to say something, anything — but no sound comes out.

“It seems this celebration has drained the color from you. I do hope my entrance hasn’t spoiled your evening.”

The man chuckles softly, allowing your silence to linger as if your hesitation amuses him. He hums to himself as he steps closer, close enough that the scent of wine and something frighteningly human curls between you two.

“May I have this dance, darling?” Oryn bows slightly, hand extended, a courteous smile gracing his lips. The crowd spins around you, the music swelling again, but it feels distant like a whole another world decades away.

You pause, caught between instinct and self-preservation. Your fingers brush the hem of your skirts as you consider stepping away — and immediately remember where you are. His castle, his rules, his unspoken control.

For a heartbeat, you linger in indecision, eyes darting to the unfeeling crowd for courage but the dancers move as if in a dream, laughter and notes drifting past, indifferent to everything except the rhythm — leaving you completely exposed to the monster.

Defeated, finally with a small, reluctant motion, you place your hand in his. Oryn’s smile deepens, satisfied, as he leads you toward the center of the ballroom, the moment stretched taut, intimate and frightening, every step carrying a heavy sense of inevitability.

You hesitate at first, heart hammering as you maumble, “Are you… mad?” Your voice is small, almost a whisper.

The vampire tilts his head slightly, lips curling into the faintest little smile. “Should I be?”

He lets the words hang, precise, as he carefully places both his hands around your waist. Your chest tightens; every swirl heavier as the warmth of his smile does nothing to soften the sharp edge behind it.

“Keep your steps light,” he murmurs, voice meant only for you. “And do try not to step on my toes.”

You force a shaky laugh, but comply. His hand is firm at your back, guiding every turn, every sway. The closeness is suffocating, and yet weirdly thrilling — makes you wonder if you too have gone mad.

The crowd blurs into colors and murmurs around you, dancers swaying in trance-like oblivion. Everyone seems completely absorbed in their own little fairytale, unaware of anything else. Each movement feels deliberate, intimate, a subtle assertion of control.

He dips you slightly, his hand pressing gently at your back as he lowers his head toward your ear, sharp fangs stopping just shy of grazing your neck.

“I can feel you shaking,” he whispers, voice low and thick with desire. “I can smell the blood in you, pumping through your veins, and it’s so…”

His nose brushes your temple as he inhales softly. “Sweet.”

His eyes slowly flare red, gaze lingering at your neck. “Tell me, dove, are you burning with fear, or, perhaps, anticipation?”

You flush, throat tight, words catching. “I don’t know, my lord.” you whisper, voice trembling.

Oryn only smiles — allowing your fear to blossom, exquisite and raw. Slowly, intentionally, his fingers lift a lonely lock of hair from your damp face, brushing it from one side to the other with gentleness unbecoming of a natural-born predator. A subtle claim, you decide, an assertion of omnipresence, a reminder that he always follows three steps behind. You're never truly alone - not since you entered his realm.

He leans just a little closer, gaze never leaving yours. “You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, voice barely more than a whisper, each word strong and unwavering. There’s no jest, no hollow charm — only the truth between two dangerous red lips.

“You have no idea how beautiful you are to me, how alluring, how… tempting!” he continues softly, eyes darkening, voice dropping even lower. Every syllable feels intimate, possessed, aching.

Your heartbeat races. His words hang over you as the dance goes on, spinning you like a feather against the wind, and deep down you know that's exactly what you are to him — something small, soft and fragile, something that cannot fight back. Every twirl, each step, brings you closer to the inevitable.

Finally, with a deft turn, he guides you toward the stairs leading to his lavish quarters. The music fades behind you, a distant echo of laughter and strings, leaving only the quiet of the castle’s grand, yet empty halls. The man doesn't let go of your hand until the door opens upon you, unguarded for the first time. Then it closes with a soft click, leaving you all alone with the monster.

Oryx’s gaze is fixed upon you, heavy and unnerving, drenched in the colour of death – you hold your breath as long as you can, and then slowly release it.

“Are you going to eat me?” you dare utter once the silence becomes unbearable.

The vampire laughs, hand stuck to his stomach as if you have just shared the most humorous of stories. Then he takes a step closer and you take a step back.

“Eat you?” he chuckles, crossing his hands together. “No, I won’t eat you.”

“Then are you going to,” you take a deep breath – and try to ignore the drumsticks beating against your ears. “bite me?”

The monster takes another step towards you, clapping, and there are no more steps for you to take back. His smile seems to reach his cheeks as it sinks in — you are out of moves.

Checkmate.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Forcing your boyfriend to use a condom and he gets mean about it.

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

TW: Noncon; Toxic Relationship.

Pain flares up in your pelvis. 

The thick, heavy cock that when used slowly and sweetly brings you to delicious orgasms, now a weapon to inflict suffering upon you as it bullies its way inside you. The rhythm set by your boyfriend is borderline violent, too fast and too hard to even show you the slightest of pleasure.  

“Fuck!” he groans, before repeating the motion just as deep.

He does it again. And again. Deeper and harder. Much harder.

His pace stutters for a moment before he’s snapping his hips against yours at an impressive strength, so much impulse behind them that both you and the bed can’t stop rattling.

You cry out, holding onto his flexed biceps.

“Ah, can- ouch! Can you s-slow down?” by now you’re squirming and shaking, hands actively pushing against his sweaty chest in a vain attempt to try and put some space between you.

He huffs, a low noise coated with contempt, and yet does no attempt to slow down.

“You’re the one that wanted to use a condom, right?”

One of his hands comes to your face, fingers harshly digging into your cheeks. He groans, pace becoming more and more furious and fast until you’re crying out.

You’re dizzy, the world around you quaking. He leans down, face hovering just above yours with your noses touching, a malicious glint shining in his pretty eyes. It’s impossible for him not to notice the way your face is all scrunched up with the pain. 

“Well, this is the only way I feel anything with that shit choking my cock. So get used to it.” 

“You’re … hurting me.” the words barely slip out of your mouth before his hand is sliding down, seizing your throat just as you whine. Your eyes widen at how tight his grip gets, crushing your windpipe in a rather concerning way. 

“You wanted a condom, you got it. But we’re doing this my way.” he growls, a furious expression in his face as he pounds into you with all his strength, so hard that you can hardly feel the lower half of your body. 

He grunts and moans, chasing after his own high at the cost of your pleasure. “It’s what you get for being such an uptight bitch.”

[casuallyanidiot]

More Yandere Nerd thoughts...

Dead Dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !

Tw. Dubcon/ Noncon, stalking, yandere, mansplainer supreme, voyeurism, dumbification

Yandere Nerd who stares at you every single day in class. He thinks you're so pretty and cute, and he fucks his fist to the thought of you multiple times a day. He thinks you're far too dumb to truly be on par with him, but he likes that you're just smart enough to understand the same things he does.

Yandere Nerd who loves the confused little face you make when he goes off about some niche, hard to comprehend topic that he spends far too much time researching outside of class. You're not a ditz, but he likes being the one to put you in the same place as all the other brainless, pretty faced sluts he sees prance around on campus. No, no see you've got substance, don't you? That's probably the only thing more alluring that that adorable little hole he knows you have hidden so unfairly underneath all of your clothes.

Yandere Nerd who seethes with jealousy every time you get a shred of attention from anyone else. He hopes you're not fucking someone else behind his back. If you are, he loses his mind. How could you go for someone so lackluster in comparison to him? He'd lavish you with gifts, praise and attention if you would just look his way. In fact, he'd give you a lot more than that. He'd pound into you until you were babbling, speechless, and all you had to worry about was how stuffed full of cum you were going to be by the time he was done with you.

Yandere Nerd who is so damn insufferable when he gets his hands on you. He loves the fact that he has a little cutie like you in his life, and sometimes online he'll post photos of your gaping, stretched out entrance onto some obscure forum just so he can brag about how his little fucktoy is the best one there is.

Yandere Nerd who wants to see you wearing shit from his favorite hentai. Microkinis with stockings, cat ears, bunny outfits, maid costumes, virgin killer sweaters: you name it, and he's slapping his card on the table just so he can pound you silly in it. He loves taking photos of you from lewd angles. He makes you sit down and compare the ones he takes of you now that you're "dating" versus the more rushed, unflattering ones he got while sneaking cameras into your old room. He also makes you masturbate to your own pictures. His little darling has got to practice self love, you know?

Yandere nerd who tries to get you into every fandom and interest he has. He'll strap you down and keep you tied to a fucking machine for hours if you get the lore wrong for his favorite video game or book series, so you better pay attention if you don't want to get any dumber.

Yandere Nerd who makes you come up with new ways to reward him every time he accomplishes something academically.

"If I get a 98 or above on this exam, you have to cock warm me with your mouth for at least three hours while you sit on a dildo as a treat. You will do it, right? For me? Don't I deserve a treat for once?"

He doesn't even have to try all that hard to score that high, he just likes seeing you hope that he fails even though you know it's no use. Yandere Nerd is an asshole, and he totally deserved to be rejected by you before you got kidnapped, but how're you going to tell him that when you're stuck sucking on his balls?

[faraway-archive]

Sleeping n' Fucking

Yan(ish)!Nerd x GN reader

Tw: cnc/dubcon, somnophilia, semi-degrading

AN; didn't proof read/edit and please welcome my nerd OC <3

˚₊‧꒰ა❤︎໒꒱ ‧₊

Your teacher has decided to do a partner project right before the school semester ends. Fortunately for you, you got a partner who you sorta know. You have seen him a couple of times outside of the classroom, but never really talked to him a lot. So you went and sat next to him.

"Hey, your name is Luka right?" "Yeah, that's me. Nice to meet you. Do you want to meet at my house to work on our project together?" "Yeah sure, that works." "Alright. See you then." "See you."

As soon as you finish the conversation, the class has ended and everyone left. Luka slowly followed you from behind. Avoiding your line of sight, he made sure that you made it safely to your next class. Classes went by and you were finally able to meet up with Luka again at the end of the day.

"Hey, hop into my car I'll drive us to my house." "Alright."

Once you arrive at his house, you follow him to his room and sit down on his bed. Looking around at the posters and decorations. While you were looking Luka left to make some snacks and tea. Of course, he added something to make you sleepy and drowsy. He is giggling inside as he anxiously mixes the drink and carefully brings it up back into his room.

"Hey, sorry for taking so long, here is your drink and some snacks." "Oh! Thanks."

You take the drink and slowly sip it. Luka sits next to you and pulls up the project requirements. Both of you threw ideas at each other to see what the project could be about to make sure it fit the criteria. After both of you agree on what to do, you start to feel sleepy and drowsy. Of course, Luka takes notice and his dick starts to harden. The more you fight to stay away the more obvious his bulge is. He carefully guides you to his pillow and watches you fall asleep as he turns his back to you, trying to pretend to work on the project. As he glances back at you after a couple of minutes, you have fully fallen asleep and groans as he watches you. Looking so peaceful and innocent. He feels slightly bad but he's tired of watching guys flirting and or talking to you so that guilt quickly washes away. Carefully taking off your clothes, giving petals of kisses as he removes each piece of clothing. Sighing at the beauty of your body. His dick keeps twitching and he finally undresses himself.

He aligns himself in front of your entrance and rubs his pre-cum all over your hole. Sighing and biting his lip as he slowly enters your hole. Holy shit it feels so good to him as your hole clenches onto his dick. Giving you kisses as he keeps slowly thrusting back and forth. It feels so good seeing how weak you are underneath him. After thrusting slowly he picks up the pace and starts going ham. Groaning as he hears you softly whimpering and moaning as he abuses your poor little hole.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You like that huh? Being unable to defend yourself as I take your hole and training it to only love my cock, and only my cock. God, I love seeing you hopeless as I ram my cock into you. Oh, how I love seeing you and admiring you from afar. You have no idea how much I wanted you to myself. How I want you to whimper and moan for me, begging how good my cock is. God, I wish you were awake right now but I can't risk you screaming at me. Not yet at least. You will be with me. You will be mine."

He grabs your waist and slams you into him as he cums into your hole. Panting as he dumps his load into you and slowly pulls it out, watching his cum come out and puts on your undergarment. Taking his cock and carefully puts it into your mouth. Taking your head and slowly rock back and forth as you 'suck' his dick. Once he feels satisfied he cleans himself up and dresses you back to normal. Sighing at your beautiful and wrecked body wishing you were his.

AN; sorry that this ending was shitty </3

[casuallyanidiot]

Yandere Nerd who creeps you out.

Tw. For NSFW themes

He thanks god that he's been partnered with you for the next few months for this report. He's one of the best in class, and you'd be stupid to walk away from an opportunity like that. Don't worry, he knows you're not that dumb baby.

Yandere Nerd who shamelessly sniffs your hair as you walk past, or tries to touch you as much as he can while you're studying together. He keeps trying to get you to go back to his room, and he thinks it's really cute if not a little frustrating to watch you try to find any reason not to.

Yandere nerd who takes photos of your bare ass from when you were using the restroom. You have no idea how on Earth he managed to get those, but you know he has them because he shows you with no shame.

It's maddening, but he has had so much funding dedicated to his research by the university that they won't do anything if you report it.

"Don't worry," He giggles and let's his hot, disgusting breath ghost over the shell of your ear. "You're the onlyyyyy one who I pay this much attention to."

But hey, maybe the grade will be worth it after all.

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Nerd Blackmails "Mean Girl" You into Being His

[Yandere! Nerd x Popular! GN! Reader]

·゜·:.。..。.:·☆·゜·:.。..。.:·☆

You're one of the popular people in school: surrounded by tons of friends, always going out on dates every weekend, and always invited to every party.

To say the least, you loved you life.

However, while your social life was on an upward trajectory, you struggled a little bit with your classes. And with an upcoming physics midterm giving you anxiety, you knew that you had to do something.

"H-hey, Y/N," some random nerd (Nate?) who sat beside you in class said. He wore a really large smile and his eyes seemed to shine with adoration the more he stared at you.

"Yeah?" you asked, anger seeping into your tone due to your stress levels.

"If you want a tutor, I can help you out?" Nate cheerily smiled, almost begging you to accept his offer.

He wanted you to accept so badly! He loves you so desperately!

You vaguely recalled this nerdy guy as the one who kept following you around like a lovesick puppy. However, given your high social status, you didn't pay him too much attention.

"Eww," you scoffed, oblivious to his frown. Ugh, what would your friends say if they saw you with him?

You didn't like the idea of owing anyone, plus, Nate would most likely just drool all over you as you attempted to study.

*Sigh, it's just the price to pay for being pretty.

After school, you were making your way down the hall when you noticed that the door to your physics class was slightly ajar, and there was zero sign of the teacher. And on the desk was a little, tantalizing manilla folder.

You knew it was wrong, that you could get in some serious trouble (even risking expulsion), yet you couldn't resist rushing inside and snatching the folder off the desk to peek at its contents.

And voilà!

The answers to the midterm were in your clutches. Thinking quickly, you took a quick picture of the answers with your phone and placed them back into the folder, setting it on the desk and rushing out of the classroom.

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You got an A+ on your physics midterm.

"Good work, Y/N," the teacher even said as she handed you back your exam. "I can tell you studied a lot."

"Sure did," you confidently said, a wide smile on your face. You were on top of the world, having passed the hard test with absolutely zero negative consequences.

You were riding high for most of the school day, already planning out your weekend that was supposed to be full of partying and flirting with the quarterback of the football team (he has muscles for days), when Nate approached you at your locker.

"Hey there, Y/N," he smirked, his eyes narrowing for some reason.

"Whaaaat?" you sighed, already fed up with this loser who seemed to just want to waste your precious time.

"I heard you got a perfect score on the midterm," Nate knowingly grinned, something in his tone making you wince. "That's pretty impressive, seeing as how you were a little worried before."

You rolled your eyes, slamming your locker shut as you readied yourself to storm off. "Are you trying to say that I'm not smart?" you deflected. "That's not nice." You spun around on your heels.

"Neither is cheating," Nate muttered, making you freeze.

Slowly, you turn around to stare Nate down. Despite your face going pale at the thought of being found out, you saw that Nate had a big smirk on his... did... did he know? No, there was no way.

You were careful, right?

"What are you talking about?" you asked, trying to act all cool, but your heart was racing like crazy in your chest.

The knowing smirk on Nate's face, the way he narrowed his cold calculating eyes at you, and the way he chuckled let you know that something was wrong. Plus, Nate was WAY taller than you, and the way he towered over you, leaning threateningly over you, was enough to make you shiver.

Something was definitely wrong.

Nate snatched his phone out of his pocket and held it up to your stunned face. On the screen was something horrible:

A video recording of you sneaking into the physics room, and taking a picture of the midterm answers.

How?

How could Nate have recorded you cheating? You were so careful to not get caught?

...and worse...

...w-was Nate following you? Why else would he record you?

The blood drained from your face as you watched the video play over and over on Nate's phone.

Out of instinct, you tried to snatch it away from the nerd, but he was too fast for you. He held it up in his grasp, way out of your reach.

Nate mock-frowned at you. "That's not very nice, Y/N," he teased. "Now let's think about this real quick."

You huffed and fought with all of your might to not roll your eyes (again).

"If I were to show this copy to the school board," Nate continued, his voice slow and smooth, "and yes, I said 'Copy'-- then you'd be expelled. And then what would happen to you?"

If you were expelled, it'd be the end of the world for you, no exaggeration. Your parents are super strict, and if they found out you'd cheated on a midterm, they'd blister your ass. And if they found out you'd been expelled for cheating on a midterm, then you'd might as well dig your own grave.

And Nate inferred that he had more than one copy of the video of you cheating.

No matter how much you wanted to deny it, the stupid nerd had you cornered.

Hangin your head in defeat, you tried to hide your reddening face. "You can't show that video," you whispered. "...please."

Nate snorted as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Oh?" he questioned, challenging you. "And what's stopping me?"

Fuck.

Your stomach was tied in knots, and the more you stared up at the smirking nerd, the more you realized that you had you cornered; both literally and figuratively.

"Well," you frowned, feeling as if you'd projectile vomit all over his cocky face, "what do you want?"

Nate's smirk grew and stretched out the confines of his face, the shadows crossing over it in an eerie manner. He leaned in closer to you, making your back press tightly against the cold locker that you were trapped against, especially when he pressed both of his arms on either side of your trembling frame.

"You," he answered flatly.

"...huh?" you asked.

Nate snorted and leaned down even closer, his nose brushing up against yours. "I want you," he said.

At first, a look of pure disgust crossed over your face. You were popular, the top fo the top! There was absolutely no way in the world that you'd be caught dead with someone as lowly as Nate!

But when his smirk transformed into a scowl, your face melted into a look of fear.

"Look, Y/N," Nate spat, "either you be mine, and only mine; or, I tell the school board that you're nothing but a filthy, lying cheater, and you get expelled."

Your heart fell the floor.

Nate continued to smile down at you. "The choice is yours, Y/N."

To be continued...? (depending on if people like Nate)

[purerae]

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YANDERE!PERV X FEM!READER // PT1

warnings ;; nsfw themes, creepy behaviour, overall yandere themes

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who didn’t really believe in love at first sight. ‘People were horrible and mean, loves not real at all!’

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who immediately disregards his previous statement the moment he saw you, his ears perking up at the sound of your voice speaking to your fellow classmates.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who’s enamoured with you the first time you ran into the lecture hall, hair messed up, books all jumbled and bag almost falling off. You looked so perfect and sweet!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who watches you so intently as you work, he stares at you as if he’s an eagle. Everyone notices him staring at you and thinks he’s a perverted freak, but you don’t pay any mind to it. That must mean you think he’s okay!? that must mean you like him..<3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who doesn’t even have a conversation with you for months but just practically eye-fucks you. He remembers all your outfits and if you ever rewore them. Your favourite sweater, which he wants to steal so he can do god knows what to it.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who almost whimpers when you sit next to him, He secretly thanks the person who stole your self assigned seat.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who’s eyes widen as he realises he’s going to have to speak to you. shit shit shit what should he do?!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who after 30 long minutes, has the courage to shyly ask for a pen. quickly hiding his stationary; he stutters, pauses, and whispers the 7 words. It’s practically impossible to understand him. “d..do you have…a p..pen that i can borrow..?”

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who almost combusts when you give him a polite grin, saying ‘of course!’ and lending him a pen before focusing back on your work. To you it was a conversation you don’t think twice about, for him? It made his entire month.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who can’t even focus on his work as he notices the bite marks on top of your pen. your lips and teeth touched the lid…his slender fingers slowly brush the bite marks, hands quivering with delight. Even a streak of blood couldn’t compare to how red he was. He’s keeping this pen no matter what.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who gasps in relief when you leave forgetting to ask for your pen back, he quickly puts it in his bag and beams happily all the way back to his flat. The happiest he’s been in years!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who places the stolen pen on his night desk, and kisses the top of it every night like a routine. ‘I’m practically kissing her~!’

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who slowly collects the things you accidentally leave behind. Half drunk water bottle? His. A tissue you used when it was getting a bit cold? In his pocket like it’s his hankerchief. A core of an apple you chucked into the trash can before walking into the class? Treats it like it’s Gods gift

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who built a mini shrine of your belongings at the back of his closet. His harmless little secret, no body, especially you needs to know.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!PERV who loves you so so so much! he’d do anything for you! ..even if you guys have only ever spoken once or twice.

“Mmm hey! Can you help me with this question…?”

purerae<3

[lilithsfangs-deactivated2026013]

Do you take requests?

If you do, could you write more about yandere nerd and maybe getting to know the reader better?

Oh and maybe the reader is actually kind of smart but still a mess? So they can actually kind of keep up with him 🥹

No pressure at all of course

۶ৎ pairing : yandere nerd x reader

a/n : awww that's such a cute request ♡ and yes, i AM currently open to asks. check out pt.1

where were you? why couldn't he find you anywhere? didn't you come to school today? how would he survive all those pests swarming him around without you to keep him going through the day?. . . Vance gnawed on his freshly manicured nails as the overwhelming thoughts clouded his mind.

the clock ticked to 8. you were supposed to be here by now. . . ah there you are! putting a pause to his worries, you finally entered the classroom. it was quite clear from the disheveled hair and uneven breathing that you quite literally ran to class. yet you still looked so breathtaking. . . it was as if he was meeting you for the first time again.

thankfully, your teacher didn't really make a fuss about your late entry to the class but the everyone's eyes still made you feel embarrassed. oh there's an empty seat, you quickly scurried off to the nearest seat to avoid anymore attention. and guess who it turned out to be next to? your infamous admirer, of course.

you were too busy taking out your books to even notice how a pair of green eyes longingly gazed at your figure from a distance. you were so close, yet so far away.

they smells so good too. . . call him a creep but God, he couldn't pass out on this opportunity now, could he?

he doesn't remember how fast time went by. it all felt so blurry to him. all he can remember is how your sweet scent filled his empty senses, the way your hair cascaded down your pretty face as you tried to note down every bit of information from the board ; the way your pencil scratched against the white paper only made him wonder if you'd scratch against his skin like that in the late hours of night.

who cares if he didn't pay attention to his teacher or his peers? he's one of the best in school, so it's not like someone would even dare to come close to him. from a chiseled body to a sharp brain, he has it all. all he wanted to do was shower his attention on his one and only bunny.

a chill ran down your spine. you have noticed how Vance has been looking at you for the past 40 minutes, the way his eyes lingered on your body for longer than it needed it. you didn't understand exactly what about you caught his eyes. yes, you were quite smart yourself but not enough to come close to the star student. ranking within top 10 of your class every year wasn't that bad you guess. but there wasn't anything special about you. you weren't pretty or skinny like the girls in your school, you weren't athletic like the guys either. art wasn't your forte and neither were you rich.

"alright class, there's a group project for this sem which makes up for 30% of your final grades", your teacher's announcement broke you out of your daydream. you inwardly sighed. . . you hated group projects because that meant you'd now have to socialise.

your teacher soon started to call out the names for the groups. and Vance saw it as the perfect opportunity to finally get close to his long term obsession. he liked the reactions you were giving. with your eyebrows furrowed in annoyance and the cute pout giving it away how bothersome you found this. don't worry, baby, he knows how to play his cards right. . . and that's when he specially requested for a group of two. with just him and you. there was no way you could avoid him now.

[lilithsfangs-deactivated2026013]

update : we now have a name for our cute yan! check out pt.2

⟢ yandere nerd who you met accidentally when your small figure collided with his broader torso in the hallway because you weren't carefully enough to see where you were going . . . silly little bunny.

⟢ yandere nerd who had a weird glint in his eyes as he looked down to see the fat tears swelling up at the corner of your eyes from embarrassment. thankfully, no one noticed how his lips curled into a small smirk as he excused himself.

⟢ yandere nerd who took a note of your cute face, just so he could spend that night relentlessly stalking you . . . after all, he's always been good at quenching his curiousity. it wasn't too much work to find out about someone like you, who was quite open on social media.

⟢ yandere nerd who's always graduating at the top of his class. he had his professors wrapped around his fingers. his peers feared him, some even admired his patience and dedication but he never cared about any of them, until a certain little bunny decided to catch his eyes.

⟢ yandere nerd who now had a new obsession to spend time on, besides his studies. but you'll always be far more interesting to study than those boring textbooks. he loves the way your chest rises and falls softly when you sleep or how cute you look when you puff up your cheeks in annoyance when you get a question wrong.

⟢ yandere nerd who was now enamoured with you, waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on his perfect little bunny.

[casuallyanidiot]

More Yandere Nerd thoughts...

Dead Dove Do Not Eat! MDNI ! NSFW !

Tw. Dubcon/ Noncon, stalking, yandere, mansplainer supreme, voyeurism, dumbification

Yandere Nerd who stares at you every single day in class. He thinks you're so pretty and cute, and he fucks his fist to the thought of you multiple times a day. He thinks you're far too dumb to truly be on par with him, but he likes that you're just smart enough to understand the same things he does.

Yandere Nerd who loves the confused little face you make when he goes off about some niche, hard to comprehend topic that he spends far too much time researching outside of class. You're not a ditz, but he likes being the one to put you in the same place as all the other brainless, pretty faced sluts he sees prance around on campus. No, no see you've got substance, don't you? That's probably the only thing more alluring that that adorable little hole he knows you have hidden so unfairly underneath all of your clothes.

Yandere Nerd who seethes with jealousy every time you get a shred of attention from anyone else. He hopes you're not fucking someone else behind his back. If you are, he loses his mind. How could you go for someone so lackluster in comparison to him? He'd lavish you with gifts, praise and attention if you would just look his way. In fact, he'd give you a lot more than that. He'd pound into you until you were babbling, speechless, and all you had to worry about was how stuffed full of cum you were going to be by the time he was done with you.

Yandere Nerd who is so damn insufferable when he gets his hands on you. He loves the fact that he has a little cutie like you in his life, and sometimes online he'll post photos of your gaping, stretched out entrance onto some obscure forum just so he can brag about how his little fucktoy is the best one there is.

Yandere Nerd who wants to see you wearing shit from his favorite hentai. Microkinis with stockings, cat ears, bunny outfits, maid costumes, virgin killer sweaters: you name it, and he's slapping his card on the table just so he can pound you silly in it. He loves taking photos of you from lewd angles. He makes you sit down and compare the ones he takes of you now that you're "dating" versus the more rushed, unflattering ones he got while sneaking cameras into your old room. He also makes you masturbate to your own pictures. His little darling has got to practice self love, you know?

Yandere nerd who tries to get you into every fandom and interest he has. He'll strap you down and keep you tied to a fucking machine for hours if you get the lore wrong for his favorite video game or book series, so you better pay attention if you don't want to get any dumber.

Yandere Nerd who makes you come up with new ways to reward him every time he accomplishes something academically.

"If I get a 98 or above on this exam, you have to cock warm me with your mouth for at least three hours while you sit on a dildo as a treat. You will do it, right? For me? Don't I deserve a treat for once?"

He doesn't even have to try all that hard to score that high, he just likes seeing you hope that he fails even though you know it's no use. Yandere Nerd is an asshole, and he totally deserved to be rejected by you before you got kidnapped, but how're you going to tell him that when you're stuck sucking on his balls?