leaving a demand for part 2 in the replies instead of reblogging part 1 is like asking for seconds at a restaurant where you skipped out on the bill đ€Ł
⧠request: Could you do domestic life with yan!john and emma skillpa
⧠notes: i hope you enjoy, i love this dynamic so much! the lovely @mypoisonedvine has a perfect yandere emma & john drabble you should absolutely check out :) this concept wouldn't exist without them, let's be so real rn
» john would be the most âstereotypicalâ yandere partner, i would say
- rough treatment followed by apology upon apology, as if anything would change as long as heâd be keeping you there
» emma would be doting and kind, so much so that youâd think she was also a âvictimâ of johnâs, but that is far from the case
- she would be the one keeping you fed and healthy, but as soon as you step out of line in her eyes (burning the toast, using crude language, etc.) youâre getting locked in the basement. for your own sake, of course!
» you wouldnât be chained up, as long as you keep quiet and stop trying the locks
- once they know they can really trust you, theyâd even let you hang the laundry under their watchful eye
» emma expects you to help around the house, since thatâs where youâre gonna be spending the rest of your life, if they can help it
- sheâll teach you how to wash the rugs and bedspreads properly, and how to make breakfast for john just how he likes
- you'll end up making emma's breakfast too, so get ready to wake up extra early :)
» john would be awkward, and often very abrasive, with his romantic approaches
- expect random, teeth-clashing kisses with a vice grip on your hip. heâs only ever seen kisses between lovers, he doesnât know exactly how to go about it
- feel free to try and teach him! heâll get angry at you for treating him like a child, though :/ he's the man of the house, he knows how to kiss
» emma wouldnât be very forward with her approach, maybe gentle touches here and there
- the only time sheâd be romantic with you is during chores, showing you how to fold as she cradles you from behind
- or when she puts you to bed, with a sweet kiss on the forehead and a whisper of something more, maybe?
» youâre never allowed in their rooms unless invited, so donât go snooping! if you do, donât expect to see sunlight for a very long time
- emma has since relocated to their motherâs old room, so she can have a little bit more privacy for her makeup & such
- john is still situated in his room, but itâs now very bare-bones since emma left. he isnât the best at interior design like she is
⧠request: the shy reader is at the club and she knows the kitten and the kitten knows her! The reader is sitting in the corner all quiet by herself until the kitten comes over and gets her comfortable before fucking her senseless in a private room! Or the bathroom âŠ
word count: ~1.5k
tags: semi-public, a tinge of roughness + dirty talk, p in v, grinding
masterlist | ao3
You huff as you make yourself as small as possible in the already cramped clubâ the sticky leather booth youâve huddled yourself in only making you more aware of the hopelessness of the predicament. You were never the âparty animalâ or even the clubbing type as so many of your peers were, but decided tonight would be the night that all changes. To no oneâs surprise, that didnât work out, not even for a second.
The moment you were let into the club by the bouncer, who was a bit too generous with the cologne, you felt as though your heart dropped to your stomach. The music was shit, and the blokes were even worseâ hounding you like you were easy and fresh meat for them to intoxicate until your standards lowered. You thought a drink might actually help in the end, but it was not only expensive, it tasted like watered-down gasoline.
Beginning to collect your purse and coat, your eyes fall upon a familiar face making her way through the crowdâ bouncing off the energy of everyone in her path effortlessly. It was Patricia Braden, but you know her solely as Kitten, one of your most drop-dead gorgeous friends. You often dreamt of the day it would become more, with all her flirtations towards you, but youâd have to be held at gunpoint to admit such a thing.
Before you can hide yourself away amidst the crowd of drunkards, Kitten spots youâ immediately lighting up like nothing else. She saunters to your booth, her platform heels clicking on the floorâ the sound drowned out by the obnoxious music.
She tilts her head and smiles, "Well, fancy seeing you here, gorgeous! Mind if I join you?"
Kitten slides into the booth beside you before you can mutter a response, her fur coat brushing against your bare thigh. She takes a sip of her martini, the glass cradled so delicatelyâ her eyes never leaving your face. "It's quite a surprise running into you here, (Y/N). This really isnât your scene, is it?"
Her cadence is soft, leaving you with that familiarly strange sense of comfort in her presence. Shaking your head gently, you tug nervously at your ill-fitting dress for the evening, âYouâre quite right, I⊠donât know what was expecting by coming here. Was actually gonna leave before you spotted me!â
"Oh, sweetheart, donât leave now! You look absolutely stunning, it would be such a waste,â Kitten leans closer, her hand resting lightly on your arm, âYou know, there's plenty of fun to be had around here⊠as long as you know where to look."
Your heart speeds up as her eyes practically drill holes into your own, yet you canât find the courage to meet them, âWell, youâre the life of the party, arenât you? Iâm sure it comes easy to youâŠâ
Kitten hums, pulling your arm closer to her, the warmth of her body making you dizzy, âOh, come on, then! Letâs get you used to the clubbing lifestyleâ dance with me, dear!â
You let her drag you out of the booth, everything becoming a daze as her body seems to slot itself behind yours perfectlyâ the music suddenly seeming less shitty than it once did. You allow yourself to move with Kitten, her guidance with the rhythm made the rest of the club melt away. You lean back against her body, the fabric of your dresses shifting against each other perfectlyâ you donât yet notice that delicious warmth igniting in your stomach at the touch.
âNot so bad, is it?â Kitten leans to your ear, her warm breath and voice causing you to tremble.
Opting to just nod in response, rather than embarrass yourself with a crack in your desperate voice, you feel her body shake with a laugh. Her hands snake their way all over you, seeming like it was all part of the dance she had guided you inâ until she squeezed your hips.
Your legs open wider at this, the subconscious reaction telling Kitten everything that she needed to know, âMuch less shy, arenât you now, love?â
She spins you around to see your expressionâ the two of you share the same lust-filled gazes. You nod again, grateful that the music masked your heavy breathingâ but it couldnât mask the way you stared at her perfect lips. Not wasting another precious moment, she grips your hand in hers, and you allow her to take you wherever she was planning to.
Kitten sneaks around the perimeter of the club with you, knowing exactly where the private rooms areâ you would never question how she knew such a thing when your brain was so dizzy from her simple touch. She swiftly unlocks the inconspicuous door, and before you know it, has you pinned behind it with a surprisingly gentle kiss.
âBeen wanting to kiss you for so long, you know,â Kitten breathes out a laugh, her blue eyes darting between your eyes and lips, âJust needed an excuse, didnât I?â
You let out a whimper at her words, and a simple utterance of, âPlease.â
She locks you in another kiss, more searing than the last, as she quickly lifts your dress to caress your hips properly. You do the same to her, fingers brushing against her growing arousalâ held back only by the thin fabric of her panties.
Separating to breathe again, you nod vehemently as she pulls down your panties, her fingers teasing at your wetness. Kitten brings them to her ruby red lips, savoring the taste as you feel your knees almost buckle at such an erotic sight.
She reaches up to stroke your cheek, her fingers tracing the line of your jaw, "Are you ready for a little more fun?"
You let her lead you to the velvet couch, the wide seating allowing the two of you to rest comfortablyâ it was becoming increasingly obvious that this room was used for a lot more than just dancing. You fall back against the plush fabric, legs spread as Kitten crawls in between themâ leaning down to kiss your awaiting lips. She kisses down your neck, leaving red lipstick in her wake as you feel her hips begin to rock against your own. You let out a moan as her bulge rubs particularly hard against your already sensitive clit, and she moans as well.
âPlease, Kitten,â you look at her weakly, your trepidation long gone, âI canât wait anymore, please, IâŠâ
She pouts, and you would have believed it, if it were not for the way her hips twitched at your pleas, âWeâll draw out the fun another time, thenâŠâ
Kitten quickly pulls down her panties, and without hesitation, starts to grind against your arousal againâ but with no flimsy barriers in sight. The two of you whine in tandem as she coats herself in your wetness, all in the name of preparation, youâre sure. You feel as though you would burst just from this, but she just as quickly enters you with one swift thrust.
Your head falls back against the couch, thumping repeatedly as Kitten desperately fucks into your warmth, like it was the last thing she could ever do, âGod, you feel so good, love⊠I always knew you would.â
âKitten, oh!â You quickly cover your mouth with your hand at both her movements and words, the two seeming to concoct a plan to get you off embarrassingly fast.
She grabs your wrists to quickly pin them above you, not letting you hide your high-pitched moans from her, âBeen wanting to be inside of you for so long, sweetheart⊠need to hear your cute little moans for me, donât hide away.â
Her unexpected roughness has your legs wrapping around the small of her back, pressing Kitten even further into youâ her shallow and quick thrusts deepening. You were completely at her mercy, and it only increased the volume of your moansâ rivaling the music just outside the door.
âAlways so perfect and shy,â she smiles as her grip on your wrists tightens, âJust needed me to fuck it out of you, right, my love?â
Nodding again, as it was the only thing you felt you could do in her presence, you mewl at her term of endearment despite the way she fucked into you, âPlease, please, pleaseâŠâ
Kittenâs thrusts stutter at your already fucked-out expression and voice, âYouâre so close, arenât you? How long has it been since youâve been loved properly, hm? Let go for me, angel.â
With her permission, you let yourself fall deeper into the pleasure she was giving you, the peak in sight as she reaches one of her hands down to rub deep circles on your clit. Your back arches off of the velvet, the blend of pain and pleasure from her insatiability crashes onto you like a tidal wave as you release.
She keeps thrusting into you, muttering praise as your legs keep her deep inside of you as she releases as well. You would figure out that predicament later, the only thing you could focus on was calming your breathing, and tiredly kissing Kitten back as she pulled out of your aching warmth.
