Wishful Thinking

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FAN | YANDERE!JINU x READER | KPOP DEMON HUNTERS

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You didn’t mean to be there.

Your friend begged you to come—front row tickets to the Saja Boys, a gift she didn’t want to use alone. When you tried to insist it wasn’t your thing, she persisted, convinced you’d somehow change your mind when you saw these guys.

“Trust me, they are AMAZING!”

Of course, shooting down your friend’s optimism wasn’t on the agenda. But…you really didn’t understand why she picked you. 

You didn’t even like idol groups. You didn’t wear glitter or carry photocards. You didn’t wave banners. You barely knew their names. You were the wrong kind of person for this.

And yet.

The stage was everything you expected—blinding lights, perfect smiles, choreography sharp enough to cut through hellfire. The fans around you screamed themselves hoarse, reaching and sobbing, tears streaming down painted cheeks. But you just stood there. Still. Watching.

Honestly, you had to admit, you kind of got it now. This energy was infectious, and the guys, well…not only were they easy on the eyes, but they made it all look so effortless. Despite your initial reservations, you found yourself getting drawn into it, fixated…

That was when…he saw you.

Jinu.

The leader of the group was every bit as handsome as people said. Dark haired and dark eyed, with a perfectly-sculpted face and a body to match. 

He didn’t miss a step. Didn’t falter. His routine was flawless. But his eyes locked onto yours straight from the stage, like a dagger pinning paper to a wall.

For a moment, just a moment, you swore you saw something. A flash of gold in his gaze, a sharp widening, almost pausing, almost stumbling over his next line.

Then just as quickly, it was gone, like something you had merely imagined. He was back to effortlessly, beautifully performing.

As if nothing were amiss.

Weirdly, it made you uneasy. It was surely just a trick of the light, but you wondered if it wouldn’t be a bad idea to get some air anyway, if you could somehow muscle yourself out of this crowd. 

If I had made that choice then…how different things would have been.

It started slow. A shimmer in the air. A strange distortion in the bass. One of the backup dancers collapsed mid-move, and a few gasps arose in your section. 

His body arched all of a sudden, more sounds of shock erupting, as something blue and wispy came trailing up from his chest.

That was no trick of the light. That was real.

And then Romance stopped dancing. Turned his head sharply. Grinned wide, his human eyes melting to yellow slits.

The crowd screamed—but not in excitement this time. In terror, and confusion. No fancy stage effects could make something like that happen.

Their idols, their precious, beloved idols, began to change.

Skin shifting to deep violet. Claws unfurling. Pupils narrowing to slits. Fangs flashing in the flashing strobe lights.

Demons.

The entire stadium fell into chaos. Security fled. Lights shattered overhead. The screams grew ragged as girls collapsed one by one, faces frozen in euphoria as glowing threads lifted from their chests—souls. Pouring out like perfume from open bottles.

You couldn’t move.

You were frozen.

You should have run. Everyone else did, and you even watched your friend vanish into the stampede. But your legs didn’t work. You were locked in place. 

And Abby—Abs Saja—was walking toward you. Slowly. Casually. Like a predator savoring the only meal that hadn’t bolted. And, to him, you were a meal.

“Well now,” he said, voice silk and static. “Not even gonna try?”

You opened your mouth. No words came out. What could you say? What could you do?

This didn’t feel real.

Abby smiled. And opened his mouth wide, suddenly lunging for you. All you could see was a blur of pink and gold, before you were knocked back with a painful, cracking thud against the confetti-littered ground. 

Abby, crouched over you, straddling your hips like a beast just before the bite. His face hovered inches from yours, demonic markings glowing faintly beneath the glamor of his skin. His yellow eyes burned like lit oil. His lips parted wide—too wide—revealing not just sharp fangs, but rows. More than human. More than necessary.

“You smell scared,” he purred, breath hot across your cheek. “I like that.”

You squirmed. Tried to shove him off. But his hands—clawed and heavy—pinned your wrists easily above your head. His grip was tight enough to bruise. His reputation as the ‘tough guy’ was accurate.

He leaned in closer, and you saw it. The flicker of energy, like thread made of smoke, rising from your chest. Your soul. He was calling it forward. Drawing it out.

“Don’t worry, baby,” he whispered. “It won’t hurt long. Just feels like—suffocating. From the inside.”

He opened his mouth wider, and you shut your eyes tightly, yelping, bracing yourself.

Yet suddenly there was a sharp flash. A wind like a scream.

Abby was slammed off you, tossed like a doll into the wreckage of a shattered speaker. Metal shrieked. Sparks flew. The soul-thread snapped back into your chest and you gasped as air flooded your lungs, your second chance.

Above you stood Jinu.

“Enough.”

The voice cut through the air like lightning. He was glaring at the guy who’d just gone for your throat, clearly furious. In full demon form. But…still beautiful. Terrible and beautiful.

Abby hissed, pulling himself up out of a pile of broken banisters, wiping his mouth.

“It’s just a soul, Jinu.”

Jinu didn’t look at him. He looked at you.

And something in his gaze…cracked. Not the same feral hunger as his bandmate, but instead, a kind of admitted relief.

“No,” he said softly. “It’s not…”

Abby scoffed. “What the hell does that—”

Jinu didn’t let him finish. He extended his hand once more, still without so much as glancing his way, and sent a surge of rippling, demonic power straight for that famous chest of his. Abby was sent careening backwards halfway across the chaotic stadium.

Lowering his hand again, he stepped closer to you. Jinu reached out slowly, claws retracted now, and touched your wrist.

And the second his skin met yours—

Silence.

The voices in his head—the endless droning guilt, the ghost of Gwi-Ma’s laughter, the memory of his mother’s scream—they all stopped.

He could breathe. For the first time in centuries, he felt peace. 

Peace was far from what you were feeling, though. Your eyes were wide. Terrified. Trembling.

“You…” he whispered, awe-struck. “You made them stop…”

For a moment, just a moment, you didn’t know why but you felt…pity for him. You let his touch linger…you saw the humanity in his face.

But the shrieks and screams around you came flooding back in, and you were reminded.

He’s a monster! I have to—

Run. 

You tried.

But everything went black.

…

You woke up in a palace. 

Grander than the concert hall. Eerily dark and ornate. There were no windows. Only vast empty halls, flooded with a strange violet hue, petals scattered across lacquered floors. A single bipa lay in the corner of the room, untouched for centuries.

Jinu sat beside you. Legs folded. Head tilted.

Still in demon form—but his markings had dulled, as had the glow in his eyes. He may have been dressed like a reaper, all in black, but he was calm.

Nonetheless, you flinched and scrambled back, frightened. 

“Don’t worry,” he said softly. “I’m not gonna eat your soul.”

You stared at him. “You’re…a demon.”

He smiled. Sad. Tired. Like it was a fact he had come to miserably accept a long time ago.

“Yes.”

You shook your head. “I should go—I shouldn’t be here—”

You tried to stand, and were surprised when he didn’t try to stop you. Yet all it took was two steps, and the walls around you warped. Suddenly, the hallway extended into a chasm. The doorway vanished.

You were trapped.

Turning back to him, your eyes began to fill with tears.

“Let me go…”

Finally, he stood. He walked across that strange, ever-shifting space towards you, until you were almost chest-to-chest. It only made you all the more aware of how small and fragile you were by comparison, to a man like this.

No. Not a man.

“I would,” he said. “If you weren’t the only thing keeping me sane.”

Need. You could see it in his face.

“I didn’t know what I was missing,” he said, voice rough. “Until I looked at you and everything finally…stopped. The noise. The shame. Gwi-Ma’s curse. It all stopped.”

You backed away. He followed, toe-to-toe.

“Do you know what that feels like?” His voice cracked. “To have your mind to yourself again? Just for one second?”

The two of you were forced to a stop by the paper wall behind your back. You cowered against it, whimpering in his shadow.

“You’re the only thing that’s ever made me feel human again. So no, I’m not letting you go.”

This…has to be a nightmare. This can’t be real. None of this can be real!

Desperately, you tried to push past him, to get away. Whatever this evil place was, this place that felt so cloying, that smelt so strongly of blood, you had to escape it. 

But of course, Jinu didn’t let you budge. He grabbed you by your upper arms, pushing you back against the wall again, with force enough to almost break through it.

“LET ME GO–”

He cut you off with a kiss. A surprisingly tender kiss, that left you reeling for a moment, that spread a heat through your body despite yourself. You weakened against the wall, sinking a little. 

A seal. A pact. A claim.

That was how it felt. 

But clarity came again, and you shoved him hard, gasping and turning your face away. Your trembling hand covered your mouth, struggling to believe he had really just done that. 

He stumbled away—but only because he let you. He could have easily held strong. 

For a moment, he gazed at you sadly. It was what he had expected, but still, in an ideal world, you might have been able to accept him. To see just how much he needed you. To stay, willingly.

Lowering his head, he sighed slowly.

“If you knew how it felt, you’d understand. But it’s alright. We have time…I can tell you everything.”

“I don’t care!” horrified, letting your anger show, you lowered your hand slowly and looked at him from the wall with a glare, “You’re nothing but a demon! And I won’t let you keep me here like some sort of prisoner!”

Jinu stilled.

“...So you still think you can run, is that it?”

As his head raised, his fangs glinted. His eyes were glowing again.

This time, he looked more amused than anything else. It seemed whatever sorrow, whatever sympathy he had felt for you, had now waned.

With a tilt of his head, he gave an eerie smile. 

“You can be scared of me. That’s fine. You can scream and struggle. Try to escape. But it’s futile.”

He began pacing towards you again,

“I’ve suffered long enough. These voices…I can’t bear it anymore. I refuse.”

As he reached you, he leaned close. Eyes boring into yours, as his clawed hand cupped your cheek, and the tips of his sharpened nails dug a little into the plush surface of your skin.

“My master doesn’t need your soul…”

He slid his hand slowly down your throat, and curled his fingers delicately against it, feeling your pulse.

“I do.”

Seeing your fear, he smiled, though there was nothing comforting about it.

“Don’t worry. I won’t kill you for it.”

Jinu pressed closer, his body fully against his, his lips by your ear,

“I’ll keep you here. Alive. Forever…”

You let out a squeak as he nipped at your skin. 

“You’re mine now, little fan.”

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Yandere jinu Pleaseee

🪟 “Silent Eyes.”

⋆𐙚ˑ ֗ ˖⋆ character: Yandere!Jinu X Gn!Reader

⚘( ၴႅၴ plot: There’s always eyes watching from the shadows, sometimes in the light but you never notice….

͙͘͡★ warnings: Dark Content!, Yandere Behavior, Stalking, Jinu Watching. Honestly kinda tame tho for me.

˖ ࣪✩₊ Ash talks: i hope you like it, i restarted about ten times because i couldn’t think of the right thing. CHECK UNDER YOUR BED FOR JINU!

Jinu watches. He stalks silently, like your some sort of pray.

Watches over you when you leave your apartment and making your way to work. He likes when you hum the song playing through you headphones. Likes it when you go to the corner of the train because you don’t like stranger, you like being alone.

Watches you plaster smile while you serve customers, watches you move to make coffee and panic when it gets too busy. Loves the frown you get when you get frustrated at your co-workers.

“What will it be?” you smile, ready to take his order. You don’t even recognize him, don’t freak out or ask him to sign anything. You want him to get what he wants and leave. You don’t care who he is— Your eyes are so pretty up close.

He loves how warm your hand is when he takes the bag from your hold, how you don’t even mind it. But he knows, he knows there’s some part of you that wants him just as badly- You have to.

Watches you leave work, walk down the paths to your shitty apartment building and never once look up at the poster with his face on it. It was cute, so oblivious. Each night you cover up your window with the curtains, locked the door just to make sure no one could come in or see you.

And yet, you’d wake up to glowing eyes in the dark, only to yelp and turn on the light- But nothing was there. It’s fine, you’re just tired and seeing things. No one was there, there is no such thing as monsters.

And there is definitely not one hiding underneath your bed, waiting until you fall back asleep.

[yandere-sins]

A Merman’s Tale

I DID IT IN TIIIIMEEEEEEE!!! For Mermonday (; Admittedly, this was hard. I know I did a few stories in first person pov before but it’s hard and takes a lot of overcoming for me as I feel awkward and bad in it ): But how will I ever improve if I don’t try? And to be honest, it’s not that bad and actually a lot of fun to write. It’s also kind of scary because writing from a yandere’s innermost pov… makes them somewhat wholesome in a twisted way. They are just madly in love… like… a lot. Scary, my dudes. Very scary. I hope you guys like it too, let me know what you think ♥

Also read the warnings!!!!

Warnings: Yandere, Gore (Eating humans mentioned, biting, losing self-control, having throughts about eating the reader, bloodlust, wanting to gift the reader a heart), Slight Lemon Warning (mentioning of cocks/breasts/mating/a mermen being horny for you), Mermaids, Big monsters with big features, Possessiveness, CW Drowning, CW Ocean, Mentioning of cannibalism, Forced Kissing (to get air underwater), Sweetly said insults at the reader for being human, The merman is a bit arrogant and narcissistic, also delusional to a monster-like degree, First person POV

[Part 1] - [Part 2] - [Part 3]

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As if you knew what I was about to do, you clasped your tiny hands over your mouth the moment my arms wrapped around your small waist.

Bubbles were breaking through the gaps in your fingers incessantly, a beautiful sight for my kind—the gentle allure of drowning prey. But in this case - your case - it made my stomach churn; and not from excitement. Ironically, this moment was exactly like the first time I found you, even though I doubted you remembered. You already had been too far gone, your eyes glazing over as you helplessly sank and your struggles ceasing. Something changed in me at that moment, the very second I reached my hands out to you, smooth skin brushing against the tips of my fingers. Before any other shark could dig in, I snatched you away. My life hadn’t been the same since.

I knew the others would mock me, scold me even, for taking a human mate. But I didn’t care about their opinions. They didn’t know what it was like to hold you, to bury my nose into your body and feel the pitiful throbbing of your heart, overwhelmed and underdeveloped for being submerged in water. A true siren, that’s why you were, and yet, you feared me more than I had to fear you and your strange hold on me. The old, life-worn sailors that usually fell into my waters were not nearly as soft and sweet as you were. I felt no pity, no attachment to them. They were just prey. But not you. Oh no, never you.

Around you, I had to be the wary one. Especially when you made my heart ache painfully with your words like you had just before I threw you out into the waters. Part of me wanted to punish you for your insolence. Your pure disregard for my feelings. But lucky as you were, I would not let you drown, not even after you tore into me like a hungry shark into a seal. Even if you made me feel like a fool, I could not let you go. I already knew that I could never let go of such a precious pearl of the surface. One I might have just been gifted with by Poseidon himself.

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[after-witch]

That Great Triumphal Arch [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

Title: That Great Triumphal Arch [Yandere Sephiroth x Reader]

Synopsis: Sephiroth took you. And now all you know is pain. FF7R-verse. 

Word count: 2096

notes: yandere, kidnapped reader, physical abuse and violence, noncon and sexual abuse, unwanted pregnancy for reader

You’ve been hurt before. You’re not some dainty thing, kept in a tower all your life.  You knew the streets. There were arms broken in alley tussles, noses bloodied through a drunken bar fight, and lately–far more lately–cuts from blades and the edges of Turk bullets and all those aching wounds that come with willingly signing up for a fight far bigger than yourself. You were under no illusions, when you joined with Cloud, what might lie ahead.

Though perhaps, being kidnapped by Sephiroth was not in your visions for the Could Happen in the Future. Getting hurt, yes. Being wrapped up in some insane plot to save the world, sure. 

Being targeted by Sephiroth? Not so much. 

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[twistedmusings]

My Kind of Human

Ramshackle stayed silent throughout the night, the moon and stars shining light into each room. 

All except one. 

I swear on my askbox that I am working on requests but this idea popped into my head and now it won’t leave and people always tell me to find a niche and I think my niche is angsty smut. And in this niche I will dwell ò uó. Aside from that, I’m very asexual so if my sexy scenes are bad you are more than welcome to roast me.   Reader is [G/N]  Warnings: Lemon soda (smut), possessive Malleus, bareback, dub-con and our good ol’ dragon boy just putting you under a spell so he can have you all to himself. 

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[ghostsbabey]

DBD The Oni x Reader Warnings: NSFW (breeding kink, slight gore and dubious content)

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[evilsniigura]

thinking rn about…. rockstar adam who’s your ex bf jebeisdksk

like! you meet him in your first year of college and yeah, maybe he’s a bit too old for you but he is very charming and oh so cool! it’s easy to be with him

in your second year things go from great to bad very fast. he’s incredibly controlling and possessive and his anger scares you. you thought he’s some indie starving artist but turns out mommy and daddy are very rich and very willing to spend money for him

in your third year you move away. changing colleges and getting the fuck out of there before he traps you. your birth control pills have gone missing, after all. and it’s okay. moving sucks and making new friends and getting a new job is annoying but whatever

and finally you enter your fourth year, the final year, your senior year. after this you will have your dream degree and be hopefully able to afford an apartment without a roommate

you don’t mind your roommate. she’s nice. still, nothing beats being alone

your roommate has been talking the past few weeks about this super cool, super cute guy she has been dating. he’s big and tall and handsome. you’re happy for her. meanwhile adam messed you up so badly you haven’t even bothered looking at anyone else since then

you get a text from your roomie that her bf is over while you’re at work. whatever you will just have to make extra noise before opening the front door door once this shift is over

your home is your safe place, it’s yours

so when you open the door and see adam sitting on the couch with your roommate cuddled up to him you feel like throwing up

[evilsniigura]

he has the audacity to act like he doesn’t know you. introduces himself and all that. you’re too shocked to correct him

for a second you think you’re insane and that this is his doppelgänger or smth, but when your roommate excuses herself to the bathroom and you hiss to him „wtf are you doing here???????“

he does answer and know what you want. he just shrugs and goes „moving on? figured you wouldn’t be able get over the best dick ever“

you’re pretty sure adam has never gotten over anything in his LIFEEEE so you know he’s fucking with you. all you can do is hide away in your room. you’re so glad to have a lock

and?????????? you think you’re going insane because he for real leaves you be?????? maybe you are actually insane and maybe you’re the reason the relationship went south cause he’s so casual and normal with your roommate

slowly your things start to go missing. lipstick, panties, your hairbrush, your lotion and perfume. it’s really irritating but it’s hard to point a finger at someone when it’s happening so slowly. maybe you’re just going insane

the first night he stays over is very stressful for you. you’re in bed, half asleep and jumping at every noise. once you do finally are able to rest and sleep you get woken up by someone attempting to open your door. if it wasn’t for your light sleep you never would have notice. thank fuck your paranoia making you keep the door locked. you don’t leave your room the next day until both are gone

the longer the couple is together the more your roommate trusts adam to stay in your apartment alone. you usually make a straight line to your bedroom. his eyes never leave your figure

since your bedrooms are right by eachother you hear everything. it makes you incredibly mad that you can tell the difference in adam’s mosns and grunts when he’s with her vs with you. you buy ear plugs to keep their noises out (he doesn’t even grunt about knocking her up what’s up with that what’s so special about you)

once he decides he’s had enough of this stupid game you’re playing he really puts in all the work. if cornering you and kissing you doesn’t work out, he just has to use more drastic measures

he tells your roommate you’re constantly flirting with him. fakes screenshots. it’s a whole mess, with your roomie leaking those to even your friends (adam’s advice) and now everyone thinks you’re a homewrecker. some customers have been complaining (anonymously, over the phone and website) about you and everything is just going downhill fast

your roommate wants you to move out, put adam’s name on the lease instead. nobody believes you when you tell them you really don’t want anything to do with adam

worst of all he’s there to pick you up. easily drops your roommate. you can move in with him and oh yeah, he will help out with college. but don’t worry baby, you won’t actually need that degree of yours. don’t you want to pull through on your family planes from years ago?

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╰┈➤ DAY THREE: FIRST TIME W/ EDEN ADAM.

a/n: this actually took me FOREVER because my dumbass decided to make the narrative long as fuck…kms

cw: NSFW, fem!reader, angel!reader, p in v, mutual masturbation, set before eve’s creation, adam’s clueless but so are you, adam is less of an asshole here, a bit of fluff at the end, i don’t know if cursing was used in eden but oh well.

———

this was wrong. you knew sera didn’t like interferences with the new creations, which the higher ups decided to label as ‘humans.’

but you saw lucifer sneak off down there all the time! so why couldn’t you? plus, you were always curious about the garden, watching up from heaven wasn’t enough. surely a peek wouldn’t hurt…

…

turns out, having a fruit thrown at you did sort of hurt. “ow!” you winced as you clutched your forehead, wings bristling behind you.

“who are you? you’re one of that prick lucifer’s kind, aren’t you?” the brunet hisses, narrowing his eyes. he was standing in a way that looked like he was going to throw another at you, and you quickly put your hands up in defense. he didn’t trust you—hell, he didn’t trust anyone that wasn’t human at this point. adam had already gotten pissy at the fact lucifer had practically stolen lilith from him.

“lucifer? i mean, i am, but- CAN YOU PUT THAT DOWN?” dodging the fruit that came barreling towards you, you couldn’t help but regret your little visit. were all humans like this? if so, how could lucifer put up with lilith all the time?

“why are you here?” the first man demanded, clearly not fond of you.

“i just wanted to visit the new creation… but i guess there isn’t much to see.”

puffing up your wings, you turned your heel. this was a bad idea in the first place. who knew the first humans could be so… insufferable? you should’ve listened to the high seraphim.

but adam feared loneliness. he had no one when lilith left him for lucifer. the angels promised him another wife, and they had yet to make him one.

adam certainly got tired of trying to talk to the animals.

“wait,” he sighed, swallowing his pride as he tossed the orange in his other hand into a bush. “ugh, this is so… can you stay?”

embarrassment tinted his cheeks.

furrowing your brows, you turned to face him once more. you were met with a mess of brown hair, his gaze to the ground.

“you were throwing fruits at my head less than a few moments ago.”

“i was in a bad mood.”

wow, you thought. these humans are really confusing. how bad is this guys mood swings? but, you’ve also come this far anyways. maybe you could even be friends with him!

…maybe.

“…i’ll stay.”

and with those two words, you sealed the unspoken deal between you two. everyday you’d find time to visit adam in the garden, and everyday adam would be (im)patiently waiting for you.

as time past, you two grew as close friends. playing in the garden, climbing trees, petting the animals. maybe giving the guy a second chance didn’t hurt, after all.

adam was fascinated with your wings, especially. he’d seen lucifers wings from time to time, but was too prideful to ask to touch them. adam didn’t really like him, anyway, either. but you were different.

———

“why do you angels wear those… things?” adam asked one day, as you both rested your backs on the trunk of a tree, arms pressed against each other.

“do you mean clothes? well, the real question is, why don’t you?”

he shrugged. honestly, adam never really thought about it. it was normal to him, which was why he found it odd the first time lucifer came down with his unfamiliar white robes. adam had never seen anything like that before.

“you should take it off.”

his suggestion made you sputter. snapping your heck to look him in the eye, you ask, “what? of course not! why would i do that?”

“i don’t get what the big deal is. me and lilith don’t wear… ‘clothes.’ i want to see you. all of you.” adam seemed determined. his nonchalance would be the death of you.

i want to see you. all of you. an unfamiliar feeling settled in your stomach, making your resolve crumble.

“turn around.”

“why?“

“just do it!”

not understanding your intentions, adam grumbled and looked away. though the sound of robes thudding against the grass caught adam’s attention, quickly snapping his head around. you didn’t actually expect him to listen to directions, did you?

adam turned around with an excited grin.

oh, fuck. the view was much better than he could have imagined. you were off looking to the side shyly, bare tits squished together with the way your arms were placed.

adam had seen lilith naked all the time. what was so different about you? he tried telling himself.

but you just looked so pure, so soft, so angelic. (pun intended).

“can i touch you?” he asked without shame, causing your wings to bristle. lilith had slapped him across the face on multiple occasions when he had tried to touch her, so he was more cautious around you.

his words along with the cool breeze that made your nipples harden, caused an unfamiliar throb between your legs, thighs pressing together instinctively.

your cheeks warmed with realization. you wanted adam to touch you. even if he had meant something innocent, the thought of his hands on you made you pulse with need.

you gulped. “mhm.”

immediately adam’s hands—much larger than yours—flew to your shoulder blades, thumbing your clavicle and admiring the smooth skin. you took a shaky breath in.

his hands drew dangerously lower, and you couldn’t suppress a gasp as warm palms found purchase on your breasts.

adam looked at you, a silent ‘can i?’

god, how could you say no? nodding, you sucked a breath in when said hands kneaded them gently, pressing them together and letting them drop back into place.

adam was fascinated, he’d always wondered why lilith’s chest looked somewhat different to his, and he’d been itching to get a feel. now was time to compensate.

his fingers circled your hardened buds, looking at your breasts with adoring eyes before pushing them in with the pad of his thumb.

you couldn’t help but feel a bit filthy—letting your superior’s creation play with your (former) untouched body. unfortunately for you, that just turned you on even more.

“o-oh-“ you felt something coat your inner thighs, cunt now begging to be given attention.

luckily for you, his hands went from your breasts to your hips, and the loss made you disappointed. you didn’t have time to dwell on that before a curious hand dipped between your legs.

“so warm…” adam muttered, more to himself, as his middle finger played with your swollen nub. the pads of his fingers easily glided through your warmth, the feel fascinating to him.

“a-adam…!” a whimper tore from your throat at the unexpected yet strangely pleasurable action, body lurching forward in search for more. “don’t… stop,” you gasped out.

adam perked up, his hand stopping it’s movements. your reaction made his cock stir, that along with the scent of your arousal. he didn’t know what any of it meant, just that he didn’t plan to stop any time soon.

“does this feel good…?” his voice was barely above a whisper, and you nodded frantically.

as his fingers toyed with your slick warmth, you felt something thick and hard press against your lower tummy—looking down, it was only then when you noticed his terrifying boner.

your hand tentatively reached out to touch it, thumb spreading the warm, sticky liquid beading from his tip across his length.

adam let out a strangled moan, his hand faltering for a moment.

“a-ah, wait,” he rasped, taking his slick-ridden hand from between your legs and gently prying your hand away from his member, much to your confusion.

two large hands held your hips and maneuvered you so that your back was against the soft grass, hair and wings splayed out behind you, as you looked up at him with adoring eyes.

adam couldn’t help but feel devoted to the angel underneath him—cheeks flushed, pupils dilated, plump lip between your teeth.

he experimentally took his hard-on into his hand, gliding his tip between your slick folds. hearing both of your sounds of pleasure, adam repeated his movements, testing the waters.

it was like that for a few minutes—adam rubbing his cock against your heat, occasionally brushing past your puffy clit. although it was pleasurable, it wasn’t enough and you both knew it.

you pressed your hips forward in a desperate attempt to relieve yourself, gasping when you felt him slip inside.

“oh- f-u-uck,” adam cursed roughly, the unfamiliar pressure around his cock mounting. you two stood still for a moment, before adam softly thrust back in further, in search for more.

collective sighs of relief were heard as he finally bottomed out, resting his forearms on either side of your head as he panted against your clavicle.

“wha.. are.. we doing?” you panted out, the heat in your lower region a stark contrast to the cool air around you.

“i don’t know,” adam responded after a moment, voice rough. “and i don’t care. just don’t wanna fucking stop…”

he pulled out, brows furrowed before slamming back in. “oh! a-adam, do that a-agai-“

adam didn’t need to be told twice. his hips moved instinctively, roughly snapping as wave after wave of pleasure threw themselves at him. this was an unfamiliar high adam knew he couldn’t get enough of.

you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper. adam hissed out a curse, pulsing fervently inside you, doubling your pleasure. his hand moved from the grass to yours, locking your fingers together as he thrust mercilessly, your arousal making it easy for him to glide in and out of you.

suddenly remembering your reaction from earlier, adam moved his hand downwards to rub tight circles against your clit, and you cry out sharply, back arching to take in more of him. you were insatiable, when it came to him.

the sound of skin against skin was heard throughout the garden, that along with his groans and your broken whimpers. your mouth hung open, his name leaving your lips in a sinful moan that made his hips stutter. suddenly, you felt yourself clench around him, each pleasurable thrust increasing tenfold and you swore you saw fucking stars. "fuck- c-can't stop, feels so fuckin'- good! shit!" he felt something coil in his lower stomach, something that he chased for desperately with each thrust, something only your sweet body could provide. "please, please, fucking please," adam wasn't even sure what he was begging for, his deep moans becoming shorter and shorter until he- "ah! shiit!” the pleasure was like nothing he’d felt before, and adam found himself jerking into you uncontrollably, desperate to find more of said pleasure. bliss washed over the first man, and at that moment he knew he could never experience anything better than this, than being in you, with you.

roughly taking your face into his hand, adam pulled you into a messy, uncoordinated kiss, all tongue and teeth as he continued to pump you full.

he didn’t want to pull out. ever. how could he, after experiencing whatever that was? grunting, adam seized your hips and maneuvered you around so that you were sitting on top of him, length softening inside you.

adam backed the both of you up so that he could rest his back on the trunk of the nearest tree, letting your body go limp against his chest.

“i don’t need another wife,” he decided, burying his face in your hair and inhaling deeply, all whilst his hands stroked the base of your wings, silently admiring them.

“i have you.”

a/n: guys why do i kind of hate this…😞

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[evilsniigura]

Dark adam and eve with their surrogate reader

Maybe eve didnt want to carry a baby, maybe she cant handle a pregnancy, maybe shes completely infertile. Yet she wanted a family, desperately, IVF wouldnt work and she wanted to be a mother. She wanted to raise a child and see them flourish.

She was the first to suggest surrogacy, she wanted to have no connections with the surrogate after the birth unless she wanted more children. Adam also wanted a family and although he couldnt have one in the traditional way he was just happy to have the chance to become a father, so he agreed.

That's until you came along and eve had very mix feelings, she battled with jealousy, insecurity and obsession affection. What if adam left her because she couldnt give him children but you could? What if you wanted to back out? Why could you have kids but she couldnt?

She keeps you close in order to monitor your every move, she cant have you eating something that's bad for the baby or hurting the baby from doing too much movement (you're not even showing yet). You go along with all of it because why wouldnt you? This is your first time plus it's their first child, they're just worried.

That is until your 4th month where that little bump appears and shes no longer thinking of you as a service and more as an addition. She feels guilty, as if shes being unfaithful to adam. That is until she catches him jerking off to your application photo, they have a long discussion and come to the decision that you have to be with them whether you like it or not.

> they chose you for a reason, you needed money and college is expensive you wouldn't be able to handle a baby if you ever decided to go back on being their surrogate, you were pretty, healthy, soft and most importantly, naive.

> when you were first matched with adam and eve everything went smoothly, sure they were a little overwhelming but this was their baby you were carrying so who are you to argue?

> sure eve was a little hostile and adam was either barely present or an uncomfortable presence but emotions were probably high, this is new for all of you so its understandable.

> as your pregnancy progresses feelings quickly change no longer was eve passive aggressive or snide she was at your foot and hand ready to offer anything she could, adam was more present than ever and was no longer uncomfortable to be around.

> they treated you like glass and were so sweet to you, your first and last experience of surrogacy was wonderful, you cant relate to the horror stories of others and are pleasantly surprised at how nice this journey has been.

> as you bump starts to grow they're actions increase, they message you late at night asking for your cravings, needs, wants, etc. They drive and pick you up from your classes to your apartment. They give you clothes so you dont need to buy more with your bump in the way. They bring you gifts such as expensive skin care, hair care, makeup, jewellery, etc.

> naturally they have to move you in during your final trimester, they want to make sure your comfortable plus you've done so much for them they have to give back. Theyll take care of you after the birth and you can stay forever for as long as you need.

> both adam and eve are closer than ever, adam massages your feet, back, neck or any where your aching. Eve brings you your cravings and talks about baby names, baby clothes and the future with you.

> when you go into labour they're both in the delivery room with you, you dont pay mind to the praise and sweet words they say to you as you're sure this is just normal behaviour. You dont pay mind how they let you hold the baby after its born, or how they kissed you head when you brought the child into the world or how they bought balloons, cards, teddy bears, and other merchandise with "congratulations mom".

> when they bring you home you then notice they include you in their family activities, they let you hold the baby a lot more than a simple surrogate should. Not to mention they encourage you to breastfeed as well as change the baby.

> I mean they don't want you to get ppd from being away from the baby do you? Plus you're already recovering from the birth you need to heal up so stay with them longer, your apartment will be fine and your breastmilk will help the baby grow and stay healthy than that useless formula (despite the fact they got plenty of high quality, verrry expensive formula from their baby shower)

> no one knows how you got pregnant again while staying with them.... maybe it was from that party you went to maybe you should've locked your door while you slept who truly knows

> all you know is that theyll help you through this pregnancy :))) theyll even keep the baby especially since you still have college to attend :))) oh? What's that? You got kicked out? Oh no :((( Maybe adam can do something... his dad is the founder :))) oh wait :((( you got evicted from of your apartment?? Adam's dad also owns the complex :))) he can help with that too :))) it will take a verrry long time do so while hes dealing with that you can just sit back and relax with eve and the baby :)))

INFERTILE EVE!!!! this ask is too good. it hits all my spots

the egg is eves and adam’s sperm was used, the child has nothing from you and eve likes to remind you of that

its kind of like whiplash. she was so cute and nice in the interviews! and then that fertilised egg was successfully implanted into you and suddenly she was weird and cold? straight up rude, at some points

adam is nice enough, but he follows eves lead. she hates you? he hates you. she loves you? he loves you. he’s aware that eve is going through a lot, it was heart breaking for the both of them. he really doesn’t need his wife to be more insecure and stressed than she already is :( he’s good like that

those obgyn appointments are so uncomfortable at first 😭😭😭 you really do just feel like a living incubator. whatever. you already got a nice sum of money and in the future you will have even more. meanwhile they take care of everything. doctor appointments, rent, groceries. all this money and they’re just cold to you? whatever!!!!!!

and then adam and eve are at some important business trips. they’re busy for a good while. sure you still send them updates and the doctor sends them special updates and what not. and you’re weirdly happy? nobody breathing down your neck, trying to overstep their boundaries by controlling everything

they’re back, which is good. as soon as they’re back you’re standing in the doctors office even though it’s not necessary 😭 and you’re wearing a baggy sweater and then you lift it up to get that ultrasound done and eves lips leave that little gasp at finally seeing a bump

suddenly she’s back to being nice??? you feel like you’re going insane. and when you look at adam he seems also surprised. but he’s not about to fight with his wife so he’s rolling with it

like habds constantly on your bump and they’re talking to it which is cute!! they’re very caring and will be great parents, you’re sure about that :D

at this point you were seeing them everyday. you’re trying to study and they want to take you crib shopping. like you don’t care about that???? hello??? trying to shake them off is do hard. they always find a way to drag you out with them

i just imagine eve and adam both realising they’re crushing on reader and just dudbdkdj you’re nice enough in indulging them. innocently sending them a picture of your bump when they aren’t in town. they’re both in the nice hotel room, laying besides each other in bed and just touching each other to that picture. adam’s fingers pumping in and out of eve and her thumb massaging adam’s tip. both of them whimpering about how they need to keep you knocked up and with thrm

you try not to let adam too physically close. you have heard of horror stories of husbands crushing on the surrogate and you really didn’t need that happening. it’s easier to let eve close, and she does love pampering you. and adam loves watching, it’s especially easy with you moved in

THEM IN THE DELIVERY ROOM!!! they’re so supportive and you’re kind of glad not to be alone. this is terrifying and painful and they got you

when they place that baby in your arms you’re very confused. especially since eve is allowing it. you do remember her reminders about who’s baby this is. it’s especially confusing to be home with them. breastfeeding is weird too, right?

you don’t really have the energy to protest that much. you’re exhausted on all levels and they’re so nice and older and for sure know better than you

i want 😭😭 all 3 of them sleeping in the same bed 😭😭 you started in your own bedroom but before you know it you’re in the main bed room, in that huge bed. the nursery is closer like that!!

adams intense starring while breastfeeding is SO UNCOMFORTABLE. HES SUCH A WEIRDO LIKE??? LOOK AWAY but eve isn’t better. she gets away with it because she’s a woman

getting pregnant embarrassingly fast. the doctor barley gave you a bill of clean health and that you can go back to your regular life

and you wake up with eves tongue buried in your pussy and adam keeping your legs spread apart. he’s sucking on your tits, trying to get access to that sweet milk he knows you’re producing

no protest will get them to stop and honestly? you should’ve predicted this. theyve been practically calling you their third for months now. and without them you’d be homeless, jobless and done for

and the babies cute. the one growing in your stomach will just be as precious

[angelicpoison12-deactivated2025]

stalker!Adam headcanons ⟡ ݁₊ . <3

TW: this is seriously the darkest thing I’ve written so far. it gets worse the more you read.. CW for stalking, eventual kidnapping, slight mention of stockholm syndrome, restraints, and threatening

• he’s horrible.. genuinely atrocious.

• when he first sees you at the mall in Heaven, he just knows that he needs you.

• Lute tries to calm him down, even trying to drag his ass to another isle, but this whipped son of a bitch can’t. stop. following. you.

• it starts with small things, like ‘accidentally’ bumping into you at your favorited places, or even the grocery store so it’s less suspicious

• the second you start getting uneasy, Adam is not happy about it.

• whether he makes Lute do his dirty work, or bribing one of his dopey fans, it doesn’t matter: you will always be in his vision

• it gets to the point where watching from afar and small talk isn’t enough..

• when you wake up, cuffed to Adam’s bed, he’s all giddy and happy, holding you close.

“good morning, my beloved!”

• when you attempt to tug at the cuffs, he wraps a hand around your throat, growling, “if you even fucking try to escape, i’ll break your pretty little wrists. and they won’t fucking heal properly, i’ll make sure of it.”

• you start to cry. you seriously thought he was a friendly man, but you were dead wrong.

• “aw baby.. no, no, shhh, don’t cry, baby cakes. what’s not to love? i’ve got a fuckton of money, a big dick, and i’ll provide you with everything you need!”

“go to hell!” you’ll scream at him, fearful for your life.

“hah! you’re adorable, baby! c’mere and give daddy a kiss, yeah?”

⟡ ݁₊ .

my sweet snowflake buddies!

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[angelicpoison12-deactivated2025]

I NEED MORE STALKER ADAM PLEASE 🙏🙏

FJGHGADKFJ you're too cute, anon! ofc <3

stalker!Adam headcanons ⟡ ݁₊ . pt. 2

warning as usual: heavy dead dove content!! this one is WORSE than the first one.. you've been warned.

tw/cw for stokholm syndrome, forced marriage, baby trapping, scent kink, HEAVY breeding kink, dubious consent, noncon, and Adam is a psycho but it's okay because he's perfect just the way he is <33

when you start accepting your life as his new little treasure, Adam gets so giddy its almost sickening.

he finds it adorable when you try and fight him!! you're so small and cute, what's the point of even trying to kick and scream, right?

"aw, baby, you're adorable!" he'd coo, catching your ankle if you tried kicking his gut. "how long is it gonna take for you to let your daddy take care of you, hm? relaxxxx..."

Adam won't let you go out in public at first. it's a huge nope.

when you eventually gain enough trust and are starting to (somewhat) come to terms with your new predicament, then you're allowed to go out.

Adam has your location 24/7, and you have a curfew. he doesn't give two shits that you're grown, you're still a little prized diamond in his eyes.

if you even try to argue... consequences ensue.

if you're on birth control... Adam is definitely tampering with it somehow.

he doesn't care if he has to sedate you to get your implant out, flush your pills, or stop you from going to do the doctor all together-you will obey him. and that obedience means giving him as many children as possible.

you're sobbing, crying, and almost throwing up when he gets you pregnant, but the little stick is like a Christmas present to him.

"ugh, this is such great news, baby! what? hey, no, stop crying. right now. this is what we wanted, right? a baby?" he'll eventually pet your hair, kissing your forehead before snickering as he purrs, "looks like you're officially stuck, baby. might as well get used to it."

if your body is really stubborn about getting pregnant, then Adam becomes a bull attempting to break down a fence made of bricks.

"you.. fuck! you're gonna take my seed, damnit! you're gonna get my babies, sweet pea.. i don't care if it takes fifty or five hundred rounds, you. will. get. pregnant." he says, each thrust of his hips making his intentions crystal clear, the gleam in his eyes undeniably bloodthirsty.

⟡ ݁₊ .

my sweet snowflake buddies!

@6esiree, @cosmiiwrites, @frxstwalker, @ithofficial , @activesplooger

[lisandra-phillips]

Again and again and again and again

[cassanderasblog]

A Potion of Regret

Yandere Proffesor Severus Snape x female Student reader

Warning: mention of sexual intercourse, forbidden relationship, kidnapping, drugging, use of magic to restain, forced affection, hints of sexual abuse

Authors note: My first Harry Potter series story , hope you guys like it.

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You had always loved him, he was just so so handsome.... It started off as a crush. The cold, distant professor with a sharp tongue and unreadable eyes. He was feared by many, but to you, he was fascinating, intoxicating. You wanted him, even if he saw you as nothing more than another foolish student.

You tried everything.....lingering in his office longer than necessary, brushing your fingers against his when he handed you parchment, whispering his name softly when no one was around. He resisted at first, but you knew. Knew how his black eyes darkened when you bit your lip, how his breath hitched when you leaned in too close.

And one night, he finally broke.

He had you sprawled across his desk, against the cold stone walls of his office, then on the soft velvet of his private chambers..... Each time leaving you utterly breathless.....His hands were rough, his touch possessive, as if punishing you for making him fall..... The way he whispered your name, the way he made you his over and over again.....you thought you had won. You thought he had finally fallen, just as you had.

Then you saw him looking at a picture of a woman, you giggling snatched it from his hand and ran....It was just to tease him a bit.After all it was a simple, worn-out picture of a woman with red hair and kind eyes. You held it up, your heart hammering......

“Who is she?” you asked softly, your voice still hoarse from the night before.

His reaction was instant. Snape snatched the photo from your hands, his expression twisting into something cruel. “That,” he hissed, “She is the reason you could never be enough for me......”

His words were a knife to your chest. You stared at him, disbelief numbing the pain in your body, the soreness between your legs now a bitter reminder of your foolishness......

You were nothing to him.....

That night, you left. You didn’t cry, didn’t even said a word to him. You simply walked away, your heart breaking with every step.

Days passed, then weeks. You still attended his class, but you never looked at him. You never spoke unless necessary. And he noticed. He saw the way your hands trembled when he call your name to answer a question....or the way you bit your lip to stop it from quivering. He saw the way you flinched when his gaze lingered on you too long.

And then, just like that.....you were gone. A letter from home, an excuse to leave for a while. Snape told himself it didn’t matter. That he didn’t care. But when you returned a month later, something had changed. You had changed.

Gone was the girl who blushed under his gaze. The girl who trembled with longing when he was near. Now, you walked past him as if he were nothing. Your once soft eyes were cold, your presence distant. You no longer trembled..... you felt untouchable.

And for the first time in years, Severus Snape felt something he never expected to feel. Panic.

Because he had lost you.......

And Snape told himself he didn’t care.

He repeated it over and over, like a mantra, as he watched you move through the halls like a ghost. You no longer hung back at his office after class. You no longer asked him questions in that soft, eager voice. You no longer tried to catch his attention.

At first, he convinced himself that this was what he wanted. That this was for the best. You had been reckless, foolish, dangerous. You had stirred emotions in him that should have never existed.

But then came the nightmares...... Or can they be called nightmares???

He saw flashbacks of you beneath him, your breathless moans, the way you whispered his name like a prayer, the way your back arched. The way you clung to him so dearly.... your heart open for him. He would wake up in a cold sweat, his body aching with a longing he refused to name. And in the waking hours, you tormented him even more....not with your presence, but with your absence....

You were there, but you weren’t.....

You sat in his class, but you never looked up. You answered when called upon, but your voice was devoid of its usual warmth. And it drove him mad. He caught himself staring at you. Watching the way your fingers absently twirled a quill, the way your lips pressed together in thought, the way you had become.... untouchable.

The worst part was he felt guilty for it.

You had changed. You smiled at others more now, entertained conversations with classmates you used to ignore. And there was one in particular.....the Potter , always hovering a little too close, his eyes lingering a little too long.

It made Snape sick.

One evening, he caught you in the library with him. You sat across from the boy, your head tilted as you listened to whatever nonsense he was saying....... Snape didn’t hear the words. He only saw the way your lips curled into a soft smile.

That same smile had once been his......

Something inside him snapped.

You were walking back to your dorm when you felt it......the slow, creeping sensation of being watched. You quickened your pace, but before you could reach the safety of your common room, a firm hand seized your wrist and pulled you into the shadows.

Your back hit the cold stone wall. The air was thick with the scent of potions and something darker......something uniquely him.

“Professor.......”

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured, his voice low, dangerous. His fingers tightened around your wrist, not painfully, but enough to remind you of his strength.

You forced yourself to stay composed, to not tremble under his gaze like you once had. “I’m not avoiding you, Professor,” you said, your tone eerily calm. “I’m simply respecting my place.”

His jaw clenched. “Is that so?”

You didn’t respond.

Snape’s fingers slid up your arm, his touch deliberate. You shivered before you could stop yourself, and he noticed. His lips curled slightly, a ghost of the smirk you had once desperately longed to see.

“You think you can simply walk away?” he whispered. His voice was softer now, almost pleading. “After everything?”

You looked up at him then....truly looked at him. His eyes were dark, clouded with something dangerous. His usual coldness was laced with desperation. Once, that look would have made your heart race. Once, you would have given anything to be the sole focus of his obsession.

But now?....

You swallowed the lump in your throat and slowly, deliberately, pried his fingers off your arm.

“Yes,” you murmured. “I can.”

And for the first time in his life, Severus Snape felt powerless. But if he couldn't have you willingly… he would find another way.

Snape stood frozen in the dark corridor as you walked away from him without hesitation, without looking back. His fingers twitched at his sides, his breathing slow and controlled.....but inside, something in him snapped.

He had let you go once.....

He had told himself it was for the best, that you would forget him, move on, live your foolish little life without ever knowing the weight of his burden. But now he was the one suffering.

The taste of you lingered in his memory, tormenting him with every breath he took. Your soft moans, your eager hands clutching at his robes, the way you had once begged for his touch.....had it meant nothing to you? How could you turn so cold, so effortlessly?

And worst of all, how could you smile for another man?

No.

You weren’t allowed to smile like that for anyone but him....

Days passed, and his obsession festered like a wound. He had always been good at hiding his emotions, but when it came to you, he was slipping.

He watched you constantly.

Every glance, every movement, every interaction.....you were under his silent scrutiny. And you knew it. You could feel it.

Whenever you stepped into his class, your body tensed as if bracing for a blow. Your hands trembled when taking notes, your breaths uneven when he walked past your desk. And yet you still refused to acknowledge him.

The defiance in your silence infuriated him.

He could handle hatred. He could handle screaming, crying, accusations. But indifference? Indifference was unbearable.

It was one evening, he saw you slip out of the castle, your cloak wrapped tightly around you. He followed.....The air was crisp, the night quiet. You walked through the Forbidden Forest’s edge, unaware of the shadow stalking you...... Your guard was down, your foolish mind assuming you were safe.

How wrong you were.....

A branch snapped behind you....

You turned sharply, your wand gripped tight. “Who’s there?”

Silence.....

You exhaled, shaking your head. “I know someone’s there,” you called out, your voice steady, but your pulse betrayed you.

Then, a whisper.....

“Foolish girl.”

Before you could react, your body locked in place....

Petrificus Totalus.....

Your limbs stiffened, your vision blurring as a tall figure stepped into the moonlight......

Snape.

Your heart pounded wildly. He gazed down at you, his expression unreadable, his wand still raised.

“You should have never walked away i should have not let you walk away...,” he murmured, almost regretfully. “I was going to let you go. I tried to let you go....” His fingers ghosted over your cheek, and you wanted to flinch, but your body refused to obey.

“But you don’t get to ignore me,” he continued, his voice soft, dangerous. “You don’t get to pretend like we never happened.....”

“Because You are mine.”

The last thing you felt was the warmth of his arms as he caught you before you hit the ground. Then darkness....

The world was a blur when you woke up. Your body felt weightless, your mind sluggish, as if you had been swimming through a dream only to be dragged back into reality. But this wasn’t your dorm.

The air smelled of damp parchment, brewed potions, and something deeply familiar.....him.

Your heart pounded as you tried to move, but something restricted you. Your wrists.....bound. Soft fabric, not chains, but unyielding all the same. You were lying on something soft.....his bed. The same bed hebhad take you on for s couple of times. Panic surged through you as you tried to sit up. That’s when you heard his voice.

"You’re awake."

You turned your head sharply, and there he was. Severus Snape, seated in a chair beside the bed, his black robes draped over his frame, his fingers lightly curled over his knee. He looked calm...too calm.

Your mouth was dry. “What have you done?”

His lips pressed together, his dark eyes scanning you carefully. “Nothing for now.... but I would do something.... Later .... Something that I should have done from the beginning,” he murmured. He leaned forward slightly, his gaze sharp. “You left me no choice.”

A shiver crawled down your spine. “This is madness,” you whispered. “Y-You can’t do this....."

His expression hardened. “I can do anything I want.”

You recoiled, but the bindings prevented you from going far. His gaze softened.....just a fraction.....before he exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“I told myself I wouldn’t interfere,” he admitted quietly. “I let you walk away. I watched you ignore me. I told myself it was better that way.....” His fingers curled into fists. “But you never should have smiled at another man.....”

You sucked in a breath.

“That’s what this is about?” you spat. “You’re jealous?”

His lips curled in a humorless smile. “Jealousy is such a crude word.” He stood, stepping closer until he was towering over you. “I would call it… correction.”

Your breath hitched as he leaned down, his fingers brushing the side of your face, almost tender. “You belong to me,” he whispered. “You always have.”

You turned your face away, clenching your jaw. “I hate you.”

His hand paused. Then, slowly, he traced his fingers down to your throat, stopping just where your pulse raced beneath his touch.

"You say that now," he murmured, his voice dangerously soft. "But you forget.....I know you, your body. I know what makes you tremble, what makes you weak in knees. And I will remind you."

Your heart pounded. “You can force me to stay, but you can’t force me to love you.”

He chuckled.....low and dark. “Oh, my dear,” he murmured. “You think you loved me before?” His fingers ghosted over the pulse at your neck before he pulled away.

“I’ll make you love me"

4th day... since you were bought here. You struggled against the silk bindings around your wrists, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts. Snape watched you with eerie calm, his dark eyes tracing every movement.

"You're wasting your energy beautiful," he murmured.

Your pulse pounded as you glared at him. "You're insane."

He tilted his head slightly, as if considering your words. Then, without another glance, he moved to the nearby table cluttered with potion bottles and vials. He picked up one filled with a shimmering, ruby-red liquid.

Your stomach twisted.

"What is that?" you demanded, your voice laced with unease.

Snape turned the vial in his fingers, his expression unreadable "A lesson."

You tugged harder at the fabric holding you.

"Don't you dare....."

He sighed, stepping closer, kneeling beside the bed. His fingers traced the side of your face, a mockery of tenderness. "I warned you," he murmured. "I gave you a choice. You could have been my good girl." His fingers ghosted down your throat, pressing lightly against your pulse. "But you insisted on defying me."

You gasped when he tipped the vial to your lips. You clamped your mouth shut, turning your head, but his grip tightened in warning.

"Drink," he ordered.

You shook your head furiously.

His eyes darkened, his patience thinning. With a flick of his wand, your body was immobilized once more. Your lips parted involuntarily, and before you could resist, the warm, thick liquid slid down your throat. It was sweet-too sweet, tinged with spice and something else. Your body reacted instantly, a slow warmth pooling in your stomach, spreading through your veins like liquid fire.

You gasped, your body twitching as a sudden heat flared between your legs.

"No......" Your voice came out weak, breathy.

Snape watched you with quiet satisfaction.He reached forward, pushing a stray strand of hair from your flushed face. "There it is," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "Do you feel it?". He asked he traced your abdomen softly with his fingers.

Your body betrayed you. Your skin felt feverish, every touch, every whisper of fabric against your body, sending unbearable shivers through you.

Tears burned at your eyes. "Y-You bastard......"

He hummed, leaning closer, his lips near your ear. "Such a bad bad girl you had became ...... But whatever you like," he whispered. "It doesn't change the fact that you need me now."

Your body trembled, your thighs pressing together as you fought against the insatiable ache he had ignited. It wasn't just desire-it was unbearable, all-consuming. You clenched your teeth, refusing to beg, refusing to give him the satisfaction.

But Snape was patient. He leaned back, watching you with amusement as you writhed, your body betraying your pride.

"You were always meant to be mine," he murmured, his lips brushing your wrist.

Your breath hitched.

"And now," he said softly, "I'll make sure you never forget it."

Your body felt weightless your pussy sore from countless poundingd, your limbs weak, the effects of the potion still thrumming through your veins. He was sitting on chair with you in his lap, humm will patting you hair as if he was not the one fucking you raw just an hour ago...... Every brush of fabric, every shift of movement sent shivers down your spine and goosebumps on your skin.

Snape sat comfortably in a high-backed chair, his posture composed, his expression unreadable. But his hands-his hands were suqeezing yoyr waist, firm as they guided you onto his lap or on his buldge if you say it correctly, settling you against him like a doll.

You were dressed in something ....soft silk, delicate lace, a bow on your breast top. He had changed you. The realization sent a fresh wave of heat through your body, both in humiliation and the lingering effects of the aphrodisiac.

"You look perfect like this," he murmured, his voice low, a velvety caress against your ear....

Your breath hitched as his fingers trailed down your arm, barely touching, yet leaving fire in their wake. You tried to shift away, but his other hand gripped your bare thigh, holding you still.

"I missed this," he continued, as if lost in thought. "Missed having you close, hearing your breath, feeling you tremble beneath my touch... I missed your scent my dear."

His lips found the curve of your jaw, pressing a slow, lingering kiss. You inhaled sharply, your body betraying you as your pulse quickened.

"Tell me," he murmured against your skin, his lips trailing down to your neck, his fingers pressing lightly at your waist. "Do you still hate me?"

You swallowed hard, your throat dry. "Yes."

His lips curved against your skin in amusement. "Liar."

His grip tightened, just enough to remind you of who was in control. His fingers played with the hem of the silk gown he had dressed you in, toying with the fabric as he nipped lightly at your neck. You shuddered, biting back a whimper. His free hand tilted your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His dark eyes burned with something dangerous, something hungry.

"You were always meant to be mine," he whispered, his breath warm against your lips. Your body ached, the heat unbearable, but you clenched your jaw, refusing to give in.

He chuckled darkly. "Still pretending?" His fingers trailed lower, teasing, possessive.

"That's alright. I can wait."

His lips brushed over your collarbone, slow, torturous. "But I wonder," he mused, "how long can you?"

You hated him.

But Merlin help you....you can't even escape in this way.

Snape's fingers trailed down the soft silk of your gown, lingering at the delicate bow resting just above your chest. His touch was slow, deliberate, as he toyed with the ribbon between his fingers, pulling at the edges ever so slightly but never untying it.

"You look exquisite like this," he murmured, his voice deep and velvety. His other hand rested on your waist, keeping you firmly on his lap, preventing even the smallest escape.

Your breath hitched as he gave the bow a gentle tug, loosening it just enough to make your pulse quicken. But he didn't pull it apart completely. Instead, he let it fall back into place, his fingers tracing the fabric lazily. A soft kiss to your cleavage as his eyes looked at you face taking in the way your eyes closed as you shuddered.

"Such a fragile little thing," he mused, his lips ghosting over your jaw. "Tied up so perfectly... so innocent-looking. But are you in reality that innocent?? Hmm..."

His fingers curled beneath the bow again, playing with it, teasing. "Should I undo it?" he asked, though the dark amusement in his tone told you he already knew the answer. You clenched your fists, willing yourself not to react, not to give him the satisfaction. But your traitorous body shivered under his touch, your breath unsteady as he continued his torturous game.

He chuckled, his fingers leaving the bow to trace the bare skin at the base of your throat. "Still pretending to be unaffected?" His lips brushed against your ear, sending a delicious shudder through you.

"Don't worry," he murmured, returning his attention to the ribbon, giving it another slow, agonizing tug. "I'll take my time unwrapping my pretty little gift."

Snape hummed in quiet satisfaction as he leaned in, his warm breath fanning over the delicate bow on your chest. His hands remained steady on your waist, holding you still as his lips brushed over the silk ribbon.

You shuddered, your fingers curling into the fabric of your gown.

"So obedient now," he murmured, his mouth grazing the knot. "Where did all that defiance go, little one?"

You refused to answer, pressing your lips together.

He chuckled darkly before taking the edge of the bow between his teeth, pulling at it ever so slightly. The knot loosened, the silk sighing as it unraveled. He let the fabric slip from his lips, watching it flutter against your skin before tilting his head to meet your gaze. His eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

"So pretty," he whispered, his mouth ghosting over your exposed collarbone, his tongue tracing the sensitive skin there.

You sucked in a sharp breath, torn between pushing him away and melting into him.

He smirked against your skin. "I wonder," he mused, trailing kisses lower, "will you let me unwrap you completely?" He whispered as his nose touched you in a soft brush. His fingers twisting under the elastic of your panties, digging into your soft skin.

The loosened bow dangled uselessly against your chest, the silk slipping apart under Snape's teasing touch. His lips followed the path of the ribbon, trailing featherlight kisses over your exposed collarbone, slow and indulgent.

"You tremble so beautifully," he murmured against your skin, his voice laced with dark amusement. His teeth grazed the curve of your shoulder, making you shudder.

His hands never left your waist, fingers pressing possessively into your flesh as he held you firmly on his lap. The warmth of his body seeped into yours, but it was nothing compared to the fire he had already ignited within you.

His mouth hovered just above the undone ribbon, his breath teasing. "Shall I continue?" he mused, his tone knowing, taunting. "Or would you rather beg me to stop?"

You bit your lip hard, refusing to give him the satisfaction of either answer.

Snape chuckled softly, darkly. "Ah... Still clinging to that last shred of pride?" His lips brushed the hollow of your throat, his tongue flicking out to taste you. "Admirable. But unnecessary." A soft kiss on your shoulder.

With agonizing slowness, he dipped his head lower, his mouth once again capturing the silk between his teeth. This time, he pulled it completely free.

The fabric slid away like a whisper, baring more of you to his gaze.

He leaned back slightly, his dark eyes drinking you in, a flicker of something possessive-something dangerous-burning beneath the surface.

His fingers ghosting over your heat.

You swallowed hard, your breathing uneven. "Snape..."

His eyes flickered to yours, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

"Say my name again," he commanded, his voice low and velvety. "Properly."

You hesitated, your pulse hammering.

"Severus," you whispered, barely audible.

A slow smirk curled at his lips as he pulled you closer, his nose brushing against yours.

"Good girl."

You can't run from him.....

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[twstsauce]

Yandere octatrio + trey and Ruggie who discovers their darling is female NSF please

researching octopus sex was NOT how i expected to spend my afternoon

placed under cut for explicit content!

content warning(s): yandere, dub-con, breeding kink/pregancy

Lucky for you, being female means you have a leg up (no pun intended) over Azul. Male octopi fear females for their aggression, which means for our dear yandere, he’s going to become much more submissive and passive when he wants to get frisky. Instinctually, he doesn’t want to risk angering you and meeting his demise at your hands.

Azul will bring you suggestive gifts to signal that he wants sex. He’ll bring you dildos to hint that he wants to mate with you, and depending on whether or not you accept it, he’ll make his next move. If you decide to accept the gift, Azul will try and have sex with you, taking your acceptance as a sign that you’re willing to mate. If you refuse the gift, he’ll sulk and try again, but he’s not above sneaking into your room to see if he has a better chance.

Sex with him is still intimate, even if he’s a yandere. Once he deems that it’s “safe” to have sex with you, he’ll demand to hold you and be held in return. It’s a sweet move, one that almost makes you forget how crazed he is in pursuit of your love—that is, until you feel how frenzied and lustful his thrusts into you are.

“I’ve never had a mate all to myself...!”

His words sounded maniacal and twisted, and all you could do was try and keep yourself together as Azul mounted you from behind. His cock was long, and you could barely bite back the moan that was threatening to rip through your throat.

“The females back home would always threaten to hurt me...,” he sighed, his arms snaking around your torso. Your chest was marked all over from his previous rounds, and you swallowed nervously when his hands wandered again.

“But you’re here now! You won’t hurt me! You love me, and you’ll do anything I want to do,” Azul laughed. “It feels so good to finally have such a loving mate...”

Jade honestly doesn’t care about your gender. In his eyes, all he cares about is having you stuck under him, taking his huge cock and being a good fucktoy for him to love, edge, and torture. Figuring out you’re a girl might be a fun curveball, but at the end of the day, it doesn’t shatter any plans or make him rethink all conclusions he made about you.

Unlike Azul, there is no “courtship” ritual for Jade. If Jade wants to fuck, then you better want to fuck as well. He’s a strong, muscular guy, and he’ll force you into whatever position he wants. Doubly so for his merman form, where he’ll squeeze you with his tail and hold you still as he slams you into oblivion.

Regular Jade is a fan of edging, but yandere Jade takes it up to a whole new level. He wants to hear you beg for him and say his name with that pretty voice of yours. He wants to hold you close against him and know that he’s the one stuffing you full of cum. Edging is the perfect way for him to enjoy all of your attention, and the face you make when he finally lets you cum is priceless.

If Hell was real, you were sure that you were in it.

Jade groped your hip, keeping you stuck down on his dick. He smiled, his teeth a warning for you to comply, unless you wanted to end up with another set of stinging bite marks travelling up and down your skin.

“Tell me you love me. Then I’ll let you cum,” he ordered, wiggling his hips slightly. You bit down on your tongue hard; you wanted to cum so bad. But you were bent on not giving this monster the satisfaction of your love.

Jade sighed, noticing your defiance. If you weren’t going to give him your heart, he wasn’t going to give you your orgasm.

A girl! Floyd is delighted at the thought of having a girlfriend! Girlfriends are meant to be cute and sweet and fun, and Floyd wants nothing more than to show you off to others while linking arms with you and kissing you deeply. It’s so much cuter if you struggle and push him away! It gives him a good reason to be so much rougher with you.

The first thing he wants to do when he gets his grubby hands on you is to breed you. He wants to fill you up with his cum and tie you down as his. The best way to show others that you’re all his is to make a big family, and he’ll dote on every single baby he has with you. He’ll keep you bent over and tied up for weeks, celebrating when your belly finally starts to swell.

He’s curious to explore every inch of your body, and you’re going to get a bunch of stuff shoved inside you. His cock is by far his favorite, but he also likes making you squirm and beg for him using his tongue and fingers. Floyd can’t stand using toys; he gets enraged with jealousy at the thought of some dingy piece of plastic pleasuring you better than his dick does.

Floyd pat your huge stomach happily, giggling wildly as he admired the cum dripping out of you. “Triplets~! The doctor said you were having triplets!”

He didn’t miss the way you shuddered, looking at him with a mix of fear and hatred. He paid you no mind, cooing out your name softly as he shoved the escaping semen back into your raw pussy with his fingers.

“I can’t wait to see our babies running around! I’ll be a good papa, and you’ll be a good mama!” Floyd sang, positioning the head of his cock up against your slit once more.

He grinned, forcing himself into you again. “Isn’t this the dream?”

When Trey discovers that you’re a girl, he’s going to play the concept of the “white knight” to the max. Always escorting you, always placing a hand on your shoulder, always finding some excuse to run into you after your shower. It takes all his control not to jump onto you and make you his, seeing you with nothing but a towel on with your cheeks flushed and thighs shining.

Trey is a smart and patient man, so he will most definitely gain your trust before backstabbing you. You won’t realize it’s too late until he has you bouncing on his lap, cum staining your legs and pussy, the door locked and the windows bolted. He’ll reassure you that everything will be fine; he’s always done such a good job to take care of you, right? What a good girl you are.

He’s definitely a softer yandere, one that genuinely wants to take care of you and be loved back. He’ll do all he can to win your heart and hold himself off until you’re ready for him, but if you continue to reject him or stay a step ahead of his meticulously planned advances... Trey isn’t sure he can pretend to be the “nice guy” anymore.

Trey curled his fingers lovingly inside of you, his thumb rubbing relentlessly against your clit. He had waited for this for so long, and you looked gorgeous, with your wedding dress ripped in the front and the skirt of it hiked up to your waist, leaving you bare and vulnerable for your now-husband to admire.

“I’ve dreamt of this moment for as long as I can remember,” he sighed, staying quiet to hear your tearful whimpers and the way you choked out his name with each wiggle of his fingers.

“I can’t wait to feel you stretched around my cock,” he murmured, pressing a mocking kiss to your stomach. “I’ll be the best husband the world has ever known.”

He chuckled, watching you sniff and blink away some more tears. “So trust me, okay?”

Like Azul, you being female means you have something to save yourself with. Ruggie becomes so much cautious and wary when he finds out that you’re a girl; as a male hyena, being submissive to females is practically drilled into every nook and cranny of his brain and body.

Which means he’s terrified to actually make a move on you. That combined with his heats + lust for you leads to him locking himself in his room and jerking off violently. He’ll moan into his pillow and fist his sensitive cock, crying out your name and imagining you in all sorts of lewd situations where he can fuck you to his heart’s content.

His favorite lewd daydream with you is one where he uses his unique magic on you. He wants to throw your legs over his shoulders and eat you out until you’ve completely broken down, sobbing for his cock. Only then would he move to pleasure you, roughly fucking you until his cock is the only cock you could ever cum from.

“Nnh...! C-Can’t do this anymore...,” Ruggie whimpered, his pants pooling around his ankles as he palmed at his raging boner. He bit down on the inside of his cheek, the low-cut shirt you wore today bouncing around in his brain.

“Wanna fuck you- Wanna make you mine-,” he choked out, wrapping his hand around the base of his cock and giving a slow stroke upwards. He gave a loud groan at the obscene image of your warm boobs enveloping his dick, rubbing him just the way he wants you to...

Ruggie fondled with himself, imagining that you were taking the tip of his member into your mouth. He bit back another moan at the thought of you lapping up his cum.

Great Seven... He really couldn’t hold himself back anymore...

[tgg233]

⚠️❤️Adam→You←Lute❤️⚠️

[lisandra-phillips]

Commission for @inubaki 🫰✨

Proud dads and their newborn baby platypus

[be-xkyy]

Yandere Naga

Warning: sexual content, aphrodisiac, breeding kink, eggs, kidnapped, biting (twice), possessive, dirty talk, two cocks, big cocks, calls you "human" and "little human".

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Divider credits: @cafekitsune

Yandere Naga who used to live in the forest like a king (no. not really) until he was captured and brought to a nature reserve.

Yandere Naga who doesn't like humans at all, always lets out threatening hisses and tries to attack the caretakers who enter his territory to leave him food or clean up his messes.

Yandere Naga who had already planned creative ways to get rid of his new caretaker (just like he did with the last ones) but what he doesn't expect is that it would be such a cute and delicious thing.

Yandere Naga who stares at you when you enter his territory to clean the place and leave him food, he narrows his yellow eyes, his pupils contract into thin slits and sticks out his forked tongue to taste the air —your smell... you smell delicioussss... like a mate...

Yandere Naga who from that day on stares at you every time you enter his territory lying on his rock, his eyes follow all your movements, he acts docile around you without hissing at you or trying to attack you, which causes the other caretakers to congratulate you for achieving the impossible, for making him adapt to you so quickly...

Yandere Naga who manages to identify at what moment you have your fertile cycles and creates a plan to make you his partner and mother of his offspring, he only needs to catch you off guard when you enter his cage for your daily chores, he must act when the other caretakers are not around.

Yandere Naga who can execute his plan with relative ease thanks to the fact that he became more "tame" that made everyone around lower their guard including you, one day when you enter his cage to clean he slides towards you quickly and wraps his tail around you tightly sliding quickly into the interior of his cave.

He drops you onto a nest made of branches, leaves and what look like old blankets, a clear attempt to make the place more comfortable, without giving you time to analyze what's happening he slides towards you, getting between your legs, his scales brushing the fabric of your pants and he sticks out his forked tongue sniffing the air before speaking.

"Your delicious rubber... like ripe fruit, I want to take a good bite out of you..."

"Wait! Wait! You can't do this! The other caretakers will notice that I'm not there, they'll come looking for me and when they find me they'll take me outside, they'll punish you if you do anything to me!"

Your voice tries to be firm but it's clearly shaky, he looks at you with his yellow eyes that narrow a little at your words, he hisses leaning over you until his face is right in front of yours, your breaths mix and he stares into your eyes without blinking, his words make your blood run cold.

"I will kill anyone who dares to come here to try to take you away from me. I will crush them until their bones break and their eyes pop out of their sockets, you are mine human~"

He hisses softly when your warm hands rest on his cold chest trying to push him away from you in a panic, he smiles at your fighting attitude and although I wish I could see more of that attitude unfortunately you are right that the other caretakers will start looking for you when they notice your absence so he must be fast, he grabs your head firmly tilting your neck to the side he opens his mouth and leans down sinking his sharp fangs into your soft neck making you let out a moan, he uses the aphrodisiac in his venom to make me more submissive and to make your body go crazy.

"What did you do..? Are you going to kill me..?"

"What?! Kill you?! Of course not! It's an aphrodisiac, it won't kill you, it will just make your body loosen up so it can receive my cocks, silly human~"

He smiles playfully as his venom quickly takes effect, he can feel your body heat skyrocketing, he sticks out his forked tongue which writhes as he smells your excitement permeating the air in the cave, he sees you writhing beneath him clearly uncomfortable and in pain from the effect of the aphrodisiac, he coos at you as he proceeds to quickly remove that ugly and rough uniform you're wearing and does the same with your underwear, his eyes studying your flushed naked body.

"Such a pretty human~ you smell so fertile I can't wait to lay my eggs inside you~"

"It hurts... please–"

He smiles as you can only whimper shakily, he rubs your dripping cunt his slender fingers tracing circles on your wet bud delighting in the way you shudder and your breathing becomes more labored, willing to not waste any more valuable time his scales seem to part and two terrifyingly large cocks reveal themselves making you shudder despite your daze but he chuckles as he takes one of his cocks in his hand bringing it closer to your swollen cunt.

"Don't be afraid human, your body was made to receive my cocks, you will enjoy it~"

He lets out a deep hiss as he slides his fat cock into your pussy, fascinated by the warmth of your insides that embraces him deliciously. You, on the other hand, are left breathless as you feel his cock stretching your poor walls as far as it will go, making its way into your channel, and the sensation is a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that makes you want to cry. He hits bottom and you feel his cock deep inside your uterus while his other cock rests on your stomach, staining it with precum.

"You feel so warm human~ I've never felt anything like this with any woman of my kind, I knew you and I were destined~"

He hisses and without giving you time to think he starts to thrust into you over and over again he pulls out his cock leaving just the tip inside before thrusting into your pussy again with a hard thrust, the sound of his thrusts and your moans fill the cave echoing off the walls, your pussy squirts on his cock and you feel dizzy at the delicious sensation his cock gives you, his scales scrape your thighs but that only adds to the overwhelming pleasure, his cock hits your cervix over and over again without slowing down or showing mercy, you're reaching the top when suddenly he stops making you let out a pitiful moan but he silences you with a playful hiss.

"Don't worry human you'll reach your climax~ but first I have to fit both of my cocks inside you~"

He laughs as you just let out a pathetic "uh..?" too fucked out to think, he pulls his cock out of your tight pussy leaving just the tip before guiding his other cock inside, both of his members slowly entering your pussy making you arch your back and let out a high pitched cry, you feel as if an arm is being shoved into your battered pussy, he senses your discomfort so he begins to rub tight circles on your mound trying to relax you, when he bottoms out your eyes roll back in your head, he takes a moment before he begins to slowly move as your walls squeeze him so hard.

"You're too tight on me— I'll give you some more of my venom to relax you human, that'll help us out a lot"

He wastes no time in leaning down to your neck biting just above the mark of his other bite, he injects you with a larger amount of aphrodisiac poison than before which causes the effect to be instantaneous, he feels your walls loosen little by little and your juices begin to drip making a mess and then you can't help but smile as he begins to move again, his cocks ram into you mercilessly he grabs your hips to hold you better while he listens to the high pitched moans that escape from your open mouth the erotic sight makes him move faster.

"That's it~ you take me so well little human~ keep it up~"

He praises you even though he's not sure you're listening to anything he's saying, he still keeps moving non-stop admiring the bulge that forms in your stomach every time he thrusts into you, his heads hitting your bruised cervix over and over again feeling himself getting closer to the limit he can feel you getting closer too by the way your pussy tightens on his cocks, he can feel your walls throbbing and a few seconds later you cum your juices dripping down wetting his cocks and scales, your pussy tightens him like a vice which takes him to the limit he gives you a few erratic thrusts until he cums inside you deep inside your pussy.

"Yessss~ very good little human~ take my eggs!~ keep my offspring inside this womb and give me beautiful children~"

Your nails dig into his arms when you feel something round the size of a tennis ball slide from one of his cocks into your uterus that stretches painfully to receive it, eggs. You sob when another egg follows the same path and another, another, another. You lose count of how many eggs he lays inside you, you can't do anything but receive them, when he finishes laying eggs his other cock fills you with sperm, you stay like that for a while when he pulls out you are sore, tired and uncomfortably full, your belly is so big it seems like you are nine months pregnant, he wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses your lips looking into your eyes.

"Don't cry little human, you did very well I'm very proud of you. I put all my eggs in your womb and fertilized them I'm sure all of them will gestate without any problem... in a few months you'll be a mother, but for now sleep little human, I'll be here when you wake up~"

Exhausted and unable to do anything else you obey, you close your eyes and let Morpheus' arms wrap around you, he watches with adoration as your chest rises and falls gently, he decides to lie down next to you, he pulls you to his firm chest and wraps his tail around you protectively enjoying your body heat, the tip of his tail caresses your swollen belly and he murmurs in a dark voice.

"I will protect you and our young with my life, I will kill anyone who tries to take you away from me or tries to hurt any of you, it's a promise my little human~♡."