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[drawlewds]

Eating you out

Grind your hips against my face. Let my tongue rub against your clit. I’ll suck on it and your labia.

Finger you as you start to grind more wanting more. Your desperation leads to me picking you up by only your hips. Your head on the bed as I enjoy your cunt.

Your soft thighs squeezing my head. Lathering your pussy in spit and going in to tongue fuck you. My tongue twirling around your entrance.

I spin you over face down ass up and slap your cheeks. Remind you your mine then spread your pussy and enjoy myself while you moan away content.

@chilling-on-the-moon 💚

[upsetti-spaghetti]

Yandere Mechanic x Reader

Prompt: He's just a blue collar man, one of those that drinks beer on a Friday night and smokes a cigarette as he talks to you about your car. A real lonely man, the type that sees your pretty little self and thinks how sweet you'd be as his wife. And ain't it just fate that he happened to drive on by your broken down car on the side of the road.

M Yandere x F Reader, both cis, reader is slightly oblivious, sweet, yan is misguided, dishonest

CW: yandere, obsessiveness, kidnapping, brainwashing, smut, noncon

18+/Explicit Content

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1.6k words

(🍝 A/N, trying something a little different for this one, hope you enjoy!)

Your taillights on the old two lane highway are the first bit of light he's seen since turning down this way. Two pinpricks of red light sitting on the side of the road. His truck slows as he gets closer, rolling to a stop behind a fancy sedan. He steps out, slams the door, not on purpose, it's just so old you gotta slam it to get it closed.

The sound makes you jump, your doe eyes widening as you take him in. Your face brightens, hope spilling across like the sun over the fields in the morning. You quickly explain what the problem is, and oh, you're so lucky he just so happens to be a mechanic, doesn't it feel like fate, you say with a smile. That smile goes right through his heart like an arrow, and he has to look away, hoping the darkness is enough to hide the blush on his cheeks.

You shouldn't smile so pretty at a man you don't know, he thinks as he looks under the hood of your car, maglight held between his jaw and his shoulder. He unscrews the cap to the oil, pulling the stick out, and yup, your car is low on oil.

You lean down next to him, and he can barely keep his eyes on your face. Sweet little thing like you shouldn't be wearing such a low cut shirt.

He don't mean to lie when he tells you he can't fix it and that you'll have to call a tow truck. Really, he swears he meant to tell you the truth. His mama's words ring in his head, ain't no use for a liar, a cheat, or a thief, so don't you go becoming one of those. It's just a little white lie, though, surely his mama can't fault him for it.

He offers you a ride in his beat up pickup, telling himself that it ain't his fault that the locks don't work right on the passenger side door. Ain't his fault if you can't manage to unlock it.

He swallows hard as you buckle up, the fabric of the seatbelt making your breasts stand out. You look at him odd when he coughs into his fist, take him at face value when he says that he just had something in his throat.

He turns the radio off as you start talking, the sound of your sweet voice far more interesting than whatever old country song is playing. He listens intently as you talk about whatever comes to mind, where you were going, the plans you had made, the fact that not a single soul knows you're all the way out here in the back country.

And doesn't it feel like fate when you pull out your fancy smartphone and despair at the no battery symbol, lamenting that you forgot to charge it before you left the hotel.

He tells you he has a phone at his house, sheepishly saying he forgot to bring his when he went out, the shape of it digging into his ass. He hopes it doesn't ring while he's driving. You readily agree, far too trusting of someone you just met. Poor, sweet thing that you are, don't even have enough sense to figure out that he don't have your best interests in mind.

Ain't his fault if you aren't the brightest crayon in the box. You can think of it as a lesson later on. His eyes flick to your chest, biting his inner cheek as he thinks of how soft they'd feel in his calloused hands. You don't even notice, busy talking his ear off.

He has to pull his dogs off of you when you get out of his truck, and sweet thing that you are, you laugh and say you love dogs, bending down to coo at his hundred pound bloodhounds like they're babies. Not even afraid as they jump on your shoulders and lick your face, baying in your ears.

You don't bat an eye at the unkempt yard or the inside of his trailer house, not an ounce of judgment on your face. If anything, you're curious as you look around his house.

He leads you to the landline that hasn't worked in years, giving you an apologetic look as he says that's the only phone he has, surreptitiously slipping his phone into the back of a kitchen drawer. The way your face falls as you hold the phone to your ear and don't hear anything shouldn't be as erotic as it is, shouldn't make his cock harden in his jeans.

You believe him too easy when he says that you should stay the night because the towing services are all closed, omitting the fact that his shop has a 24/7 tow truck service. Take his clothes from his hands as you go to shower, your hips sashaying into the bathroom.

He don't mean to linger outside the door as you step into the shower, don't mean to open it just a crack to watch you in the mirror. It's just that you're such a pretty thing, the prettiest woman he's seen in a while, real easy on his jaded eyes. He swears he's a better man than this.

He almost gets caught when you turn around, eyes too focused on the soap running down the valley of your breasts over your stomach. Luckily, you don't even glance in the mirror, the thought of someone peeking in on you apparently not a concern.

He groans as he sits on his bed, head in his hands. What is he supposed to do with a little thing like you? You have no idea the things you're doing to him, maybe you're even doing it on purpose.

You're so cute as you bound out of the shower, asking him where you can put your things for the night. So cute as his oversized shirt slips off your shoulder, even cuter as you innocently say you don't mind sleeping in the same bed as his.

God, you're just driving him crazy. What's a man supposed to do when a pretty woman lays a little too close, the collar of his shirt low enough that he can see the tops of your breasts. He don't mean to scoot closer, offer his chest when you complain about being cold.

You fit so right in his arms that it really must be fate that he came across your car on the side of the road. His chest squeezes as you snuggle into his warmth, his hand accidentally sliding to your hip.

It really is accidental that his hand then slips under your shirt, his shirt. Accidental that he brushes his lips over your temple, your cheek. Accidental that he slips a hand over your mouth as you start to protest. Accidental that he rolls you over and settles between your legs.

He's just a man, he can't help it if the sight of your tear filled eyes makes him rock hard in his boxers, can't help it if you feel so warm against him. He's just a man, you can't blame him for wanting a taste of that warmth.

He tells himself that it's your fault for being so guileless, so naïve, so trusting. He's just scaring you a little, reminding you why women look in their backseats and carry pepper spray in their purses. He ain't gonna do nothing too bad.

That's what he tells himself as he lifts your shirt over your breasts, revealing your pretty skin underneath. That's what he tells himself as he lowers his mouth to your nipple, groaning at the taste of your skin, his other hand dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

He's just scaring you a little, sweetheart, no need to thrash so hard, or try to bite his hand over your mouth. No need to try to clench your thighs together as if he isn't already between them.

He's not going to hurt you, he's just going to taste a little bit of you. Just gonna slip a calloused finger into your wet warmth, just gonna press his thumb to your clit. Not going to hurt you at all, even as he bites down a bit too hard on your nipple.

You feel so warm and tight around his finger, shiver so sweetly as he works your clit, moan so softly as he makes you come. You take his other fingers so well too, all four of them twisting in your pussy, so sweet of you to let him stretch you out.

You're just a soft and sweet little thing, so nice as you let him slide his cock into your warmth, your eyes glassy with pleasure, no thoughts behind your eyes as he fucks them all out of you. You're too overcome with feeling to continue to resist as he takes you.

You don't even protest as he pumps his seed deep into you, your pussy clenching around him as though you want more. Don't even protest as he flips you over and breeds you full of his cum, only lay there and twitch as you get filled, moan as he massages your breasts in his hands.

And doesn't it feel like fate that your phone just so happens to get broken and your car ends up over a ravine? Doesn't it feel like fate as he conditions you to like the feel of his cock pressed inside you, conditions you to become a sweet little housewife.

He swears he didn't mean to, swears that he just couldn't help making you his wife. You were just so pretty and sweet that he had to have you and isn't it better that it's a man who takes care of your every need, who doesn't beat you or scream at you?

Never mind that it might be worse that he refuses to admit that he's a bad, bad man. Never mind that he lied to you or forced himself on you, never mind that he reasons it all away as he's just a man and you're just a dumb little thing. At least he loves you, sweetheart.

[kachowden]

Thinking of tender hands and tender words.

Of the feeling of warm skin pressed to your cheek, and strong hands, powerful and worn in their own right, brushing along the map of your back or over your hair. Soothing your soul with a touch you didn’t know you needed but had always craved.

Dangerous strength that holds you securely like a blanket, steady and tight and ever present. I imagine sweet nothings poured into the shell of your ear, into the dips of your shoulders like a warm tea.

I think of soft hands and softer lips, that caress your features like a painting. You are perfectly crafted, for them. There is not a flaw that exists in the story that is your body and your soul. I am thinking of devotion and love, of safety and forevers.

[just-luv-them]

MDNI 18+ Smut

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“C-can we take a break?” You ask breathlessly.

They grip your hips tightly before pile driving their shaft into your throbbing pussy. You immediately arch your back and began moaning as they start pounding your cunt.

They eventually reach their climax and spill their load deep inside your cunt. Before you could get a word in, they smash their lips on top of your and licked your lips.

You tried to shake your head away but they slipped their hand behind your neck to deepen the kiss. When you finally break away, you tried to catch your breath and attempted to wiggle out from underneath them.

The yandere instantly grabbed your hips and pulled you back down underneath him. They tried giving you another passionate kiss but you turned your head away.

In a breathless voice, you said

“Not right now, I need a break.”

They gave you a hard stare as you tried to break yourself free from them. They immediately tightened their grip on you and wrapped your legs around their waist. Before you could protest, they slam their hard cock back into your hole and begin jack hammering your pussy.

You tried to fight it but your toes kept curling and your moans couldn’t be helped. The yandere bent down and began sprinkling kisses on your face as they whispered

“I need more. A lot more.”

[valekhor-deactivated20241222]

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄?

— YANDERE DEMON KING X READER

tags. historical au. demon king consort. sub!yan & dom!reader undertones. service top!yan. mild praise kink. he calls you 'master'. no anatomy for reader mentioned.

part two.

You summon a demon. Somehow.

Picking up the bloodied book from your desk, you slide it into a cupboard and lock it away. You sigh, sparing a glance at the man seated docilely on your bed. This would teach you not to go messing around with random spell books…

You had stumbled across the book in a hidden corner of the library’s restricted section. It piqued your interest, and you found an enchantment circle that would summon the caster an aid. It seemed like fun, so you shooed Castiel away for the day and got to work.

The book never mentioned the aid would be a demon.

He had arrived in a shower of sparks and lights. And stark naked. But whatever, you didn't have the time to unpack all of that at the moment. You threw him some of Castiel’s spare garments and called it a job well done.

Still, looking at the state of the clothes… the buttons looked as if they were about to pop any moment now. The demon definitely had a much larger physique than Castiel did.

“Hey, you. What is your name?”

“You may call me Theodore,” he says slowly. His voice is low and smooth, reminding you a little of velvet.

He meets your eye unflinchingly, and you're vaguely surprised. No one's ever done that. You had been royalty before you had been apart of the Imperial Family — to look you in the eye would mean certain death.

Theodore… It doesn't ring a bell. He doesn't sound like any important demon at all. You can't help but feel a little disappointed. The book had said that the stronger the caster's divine power, the stronger the aid would be.

… Perhaps it was all just a hoax.

“Fine then. Alright, Theodore.” You pinch the bridge of your nose, collecting your thoughts. “For how long will you be here?”

“We are bound by blood,” he answers. “You will act as my master for as long as you are alive. Then, I will reap your soul as payment.”

Sounds ominous.

Well, you still had a lifetime to go. Might as well make use of the guy now.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

“We have to have sex for the bond to solidify? Why couldn't you have led with that?” you ask him in annoyance.

You regret not reading the fine print. Ugh. “What if we don't?”

“You'll die,” Theodore replies flatly.

Great.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

You bestow him the title of consort before you do much else with him. It was a good cover-up for Theodore, since he would be seen hanging around you all the time. Besides, even if you didn't love your husband, it left a bad taste in your mouth to sleep with another man without his knowledge.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

Theodore works with a quiet vigour. He's panting hard, sweat dripping off his forehead, yet his thrusts don't slow in momentum at all. He hasn't cummed at all, still aching and desperate with want.

After you come for the second time that night, you tangle your hand in his hair lazily.

“You're good at this,” you say breathily, still slightly woozy. You pet his head tiredly. “Good boy.”

The change in his demeanour is instantaneous.

His gaze snaps up to find your face, eyes blown wide. He moans, low but choked with relief. Thick, white ropes of come splatter over his body messily.

His arms give out on him, and he tumbles to your side.

You gawk. “You…”

He looks embarrassed at his own reaction, flushing darkly. Cute.

You cup his face in your hands, squishing his cheeks. “Don't be shy, demon king. Next time, just be good for me and tell me what you like.”

At your words, he stills, body going tense.

“You knew?” he asks.

“Do you take me for a fool?”

He shakes his head silently.

┈┈・୨ ✦ ୧・┈┈

The night draws darker. You've got your back to Theodore as he hugs you from behind, his hands wrapped around your waist tightly.

“You are my master,” he says suddenly. “My title as king of demons changes nothing.”

You scoff. Of course it wouldn't. You didn't know exactly what you are yet, but you definitely aren't fully human. You have a feeling his previous statement about reaping your soul was false as well.

“Yeah. You're mine,” you agree.

He presses his face into the crook of your neck. He murmurs something suspiciously similar to yours.

You don't see his eyes glow red. You don't see the sick resolve solidifying in his eyes.

(He's yours. And if it meant that wretched half-angel had to go, then so be it.)

end notes. this part probably concludes this au for now, until i have an idea for the next one!

[justarandomweeb]

Idol crew member no.1: Yo! Manager is looking for you!

Yandere Idol Dogboy: *couldn’t hear him* *loud pop music playing on the earbuds*

Idol crew member no.2: I got this dude.

Crew member no.2: *whispers* oh is that (YN) visiting us?

Yandere Idol Dogboy: (Y/N) is here!? *tail wagging a lot*

Crew member no.1: *tired groaning*

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Yandere informant bunnyboy: WHO THE FUCK THEY THINK THEY ARE TO TOUCH SHOULDERS WITH (Y/N) I’M GONNA FUCKING SKIN THEIR SORRY ASS FOR EVEN BREA-

Poison bunnygirl: yeah yeah, can I get 2 Martinis an Black Russian, thaaaanks.~

Yandere bunnyboy: *grumbling while working on the cocktails*

-

Idol manager: hey what’s in your mouth?

Yandere idol dogboy: *refuses to turn and runs*

Idol manager: *chases after him* oh you goddamn mutt! That (Y/N)’s missing handkerchief!

[justarandomweeb]

Yandere Idol Dogboy

MDNI

Warning: Mentions of m*sturbation

A dogboy who worked so hard to reach to the top with his crew, from a small singer on the street to the being the greatest idol on stage. But he always has an eyes for someone.

Yandere Idol Dogboy loves it when people sing praises about his work and his crew, they worked so hard to make people happy and excited. Ears always perked up from hearing praises from fans and hosts, and is grateful for the support.

Yandere Idol Dogboy however he will only be loyal to one person, that one person would try to visit every bar and every street performance to listen to his written songs and dance. He only lets you pat his head, like a good dog.

Yandere Idol Dogboy always leaves to a nearby restroom to jerk his knotted boner, whimpering because his hands can no longer satisfy him. Trying to remember your scent and imagine it was you and your hands doing the magic.

Yandere Idol Dogboy only gives you the special VIP pass that even hardcore fans can never get. To others you are just a day 1 fan and an idol. He loves it now that he can be someone worthy for his master.

Also ignore that poking on your thigh, it’s probably the costume. So until then, keep on petting him and calling him your good boy.

[justarandomweeb]

Yandere Dragonborn Roommate

MDNI Warning: Scent kink mentioned, M*sturbation mentioned, I guess the yandere being a Tsundere??? idk how that works man

Yandere Dragonborn Roommate who sneers at you the first you two were introduced to one another, rent was getting unreasonably high and sometimes a bit of sacrifices must be made. He lay the ground rules, do not walk into his room without permission, put your shoes outside, if you were to come home late always call and god forbid touch his jewelry box.

Yandere Dragonborn Roommate always texts when you'll be home or if you ate dinner already, and throws a small tantrum if you don't reply within the next 5 minutes. Bombards your phone with constant calls and messages till you reply and gets mad for not picking it up sooner.

Yandere Dragonborn Roommate will always know if you have a date, its not like he stalked your phone while you shower or anything! he makes it his mission to personally doll you up. He dictates what you're wearing and the make up that will make your eyes pop more. Then making you wear his prized jewelry, he personally pick with care and adorn your skin with the shining jewel and crystals. Maybe your roommate isn't bad after all, sure he's oddly quiet during the whole process, but a great wingman nonetheless.

Yandere Dragonborn Roommate pushes you out of the apartment for you to meet your date outside. He holds your forearm and makes you repeat the rules, then gives you a nod of farewell.

Yandere Dragonborn Roommate then rushes to your room, and goes to your unwashed laundry to satisfy his swollen boners, having to jack off two cocks is exhausting. He wishes those pocket pussies were your warmth instead of the sticky and oddly cold silicone, and your underwear is your crotch in his face instead.

He quickly takes a cold shower to cool off and hide the evidence, keeping a souvenir. He always knows that your dates are going to fail and you'll burst into the apartment crying. What? do you think those jewelry is just for show? Those hybrids can smell the dragon’s power within them, making them cower in fear. Without you realizing you are already marked by the dragon.

_____

Author's Note: Damn, this is a longer drabble than I expected.

[yuutryingtowrite]

Yandere!Barista who is the “poster boy”of the coffee shop he works at. It is honestly deserved: he has a pretty face, a charming smile and a playful yet sweet attitude. He is especially popular among the girls…who he keeps rejecting. He is just not looking for something casual, you know? He dates to marry, not to be someone’s eye-candy.

Yandere!Barista who, one day, sees you walk into the store. Is that a Corroded Coffin shirt you have on ? He loves that band! This is what he tells you when it is your turn to order. What do you mean he looks too much like a goody two-shoes to be a fan? Alright, Miss “I am so dark and edgy”, what do you want to order? Black coffee? The banter goes on until he has to shoo you away, with an amused smile, as the other people in line are starting to get impatient.

Yandere!Barista who glances your way every chance he gets. Not only are you fun to talk to, but you also look really cute. Sometimes, between orders, he gets to converse with you. He eagerly returns your small wave when it is time for you to leave. As he goes to your table to collect the receipt, he finds your cup still there. On it, there is a small doodle of him along with your number. A pink hue dusts his cheeks as he brings a hand to cover the side of his face. He is definitely keeping that cup.

Yandere!Barista who saved your number under “Cutie <3”. The more you text each other, the more you hang out together, the more he becomes obsessed. It is honestly starting to scare him. The other night, he had your cup in his hands to look at the doodle. Next thing he knew, he had his lips where yours had been when you were drinking from it. It flustered him so much, he threw the cup in the trash bin afterwards…only to go get it back five minutes later…He is asking you out on a date for sure next time he sees you.

Yandere!Barista who does your coffee with trembling hands. He really doesn’t want to do this, but you didn’t leave him a choice. Today, on your usual table, you are sitting with a man other than him. He can’t possibly lose the only person who took the time to get to know him beyond his looks. The drug should work in about fifteen minutes, five minutes after closing time. This should be perfect, you always wait for him to close the shop and walk home together. He can do this, he can do this, he can do this…You will be happy at his house, you will be happy with him. It is with a heavy mind and painful heart that he gives you your order.

Yandere!Barista who you got pinned against the wall of the storage room, one hand beside his head and the other one holding your cup. He is as white as a ghost. He keeps looking around. He is sweating all over. This couldn’t be. You couldn’t possibly know- You firmly grab his jaw and turn his face towards you. “Drink”, you say coldly. What are you gonna do to him after he becomes unconscious? Will you report him to the police? Will you hurt him? He closes his eyes tightly as you bring the cup to his lips. The moment it reaches them, you drop it on the floor and replace it with your lips. His eyes open in shock as you give him a small, tender kiss. “That was my cousin, idiot”, you tell him affectionately. You look at him for a couple more seconds before putting on your bag. He is still frozen in place as you add: “Tomorrow, 6pm, at my house. Alright?”. You leave before he can answer.

Yandere!Barista who slides down the wall until he is sitting on the floor. All that is left of him is a blushing, quivering mess. With shaky fingers, he touches his lips; a small whimper involuntarily comes out his mouth. He is about to combust. He feels so weak, he can’t get up. You scared the shit out of him, but that was so hot ahh…He didn’t know you could be this assertive. And that kiss…he buries his face in his hands and groans. Kissing you is all he has ever dreamed of, yet he stayed still like a dumbass when it finally happened. He is so lame-you make him so lame. Guess tomorrow would be his chance to redeem himself.

[kachowden]

Gonna start calling these late night drabbles or something at this point.

You know those ASMR videos, where it’s two people, and one of them has like different fluffy brushes and oils and stuff that they rub on the person laying down? Like a massage? Visual ASMR?

I’m thinking about a yandere asmrtist who brought you in for one those videos. Maybe you won a giveaway or something, but realistically I think you were originally a fan. So he didn’t know you at all.

But then of course, you showed up at his studio. Stunning. Gorgeous. Irresistible. The whole package really. And he felt something deep in his stomach. Maybe butterflies. Maybe indigestion. Regardless, despite having done this before, he’s nervous. Off the bat it’s awkward.

But he’s a professional. So he powers through. A few moments of idle chat, and various prep work goes by, before you’re lying on the cot, surrounded by herbal candles and oils that already send you into a deep state of relaxation.

He starts the video as he always does, jumping right into it. Brushing your hair back, smoothing down the skin on your shoulders. Tracing your features with a soft fluffy stick thingy. Goes the whole nine yards. And the entire time he is sweating buckets from how aroused he is.

At some point through the session he starts to wonder if his heavy breathing is as visible as he thinks it is. If you can feel the sweat dripping down his arms and forehead. And his composure starts to wane. The way your breathing slows, the way your muscles relax. It’s driving him a little crazy. You’re so…comfortable. Because of him. He made you comfortable.

That means something doesn’t it? I mean you were a fan of his anyway. So obviously you liked him. He liked you too of course. It made him have a new thankfulness for his career. How would he have met you otherwise? His soulmate. No. He wanted to believe no matter what you two would have found each other. This feeling in his chest was so deep and passionate. Surely you guys were past lovers too right? You would’ve found each other.

And since you’ve loved each other before…it should be easy to love again? It’d be natural. Perfect. So when he hands start to squeeze a little more sensually, and his eyes began to lower. He doesn’t feel particularly guilty anymore. Your skin is familiar to his deluded mind. The way his fingers began to dig and mold into your soft skin and flesh, sliding up and down, the fabric of your shirt getting pushed lower…and lower..it’s all familiar. Yes he’s sure of it. You’ve both done this before. Your bodies have collapsed together dozens of times. That’s the only explanation, so there’s no room for guilt.

riiiiiiinnnnngg

And he jumps back, ripped away from his hazey day dream: your eyes fluttering open with a slightly exaggerated yawn that hopefully mutes the sound of his racing heart.

“Wow…” you laugh, and he would’ve taken a moment to appreciate it more if not for his own existing panic. “I totally fell asleep…sorry if that ruined the take.”

He pauses, swallowing thickly as his gaze quickly switches to the green light that beeps atop the camera. Right. He had been recording. He’d have to edit that later.

“No..no it was perfect. I’m sure it’ll make the viewers feel the same ease you were feeling…” his voice is as silky and gentle as always, oozing with the honey that enraptured his audience.

You smiled and hummed with a nod, groggily lifting yourself from the cot you had laid on, and grabbing your things form the chair you had set them on, you lift your hand in a wave. “Well, this was really nice! I totally needed it, and it was super cool meeting you in person! Thanks again-“

“Wait!” He jolted, a blush burning his cheeks at his own over eager behavior. “You did a really good job today, so..I was hoping we could keep in contact if the video does well..”

“Oh..sure thing!”

God you were a total blessing.

[kachowden]

Giant Boyfriend x Reader (Part2?)

•——•——•——•——•——•——•——•

You felt the sweat building on your back drip down in hot beads, as the warm air brushed against your skin. The lithe, warm, wet tongue slithered across your figure, enclosing your legs.

Your hands frantically pushed against the large muscle, but it persisted, sliding up and down the skin of your ankles and calves lecherously, a deep echoing grown brewing from the dripping, dark cavern the tongue crawled out from. The white, shiney teeth caused you to swallow thickly, and watch in morbid awe as the beasts throat mimicked you, swallowing hoarsely, another breathy pant hitting you in the face.

“Tasty…” A deep voice booms, (though in an attempted whisper and distorted by its protruding tongue) in your ear, and you flinch for a moment as the cool air hits your saliva covered thighs and legs. “Did I get it all..?”

You gaze up into thoughtful, bright eyes, that gaze at you through fluffy lashes, batting at you innocently as if the owner hadn’t just throughly violated you.

“I-It was just a bit of jam on my ankle?!” You squeaked incredulously, sweat beading down your cheek at the smug smile that spreads across the giants shiny lips, tongue darting out for one more sinful lick, as if searching for any residual taste of your skin.

“I didn’t want you to waste the time having to clean a cloth later..” He tried to convince your slightly shivering form, a “innocent” gleam in his expression that you knew was a load of crap.

“I have to take a shower now anyway!”

He pouts, looking utterly heartbroken at the notion, and you’re disturbed to think that it might be because he doesn’t want his saliva cleaned from your skin. If you were even half his size you’d have slapped him across the face by now.

“…do you really have to..?”

“Yes, you perverted giant!”

[kachowden]

When can we get Loren content again?? I miss that big puppy 😞💔

||warnings: NSFW|| ‼️MDNI‼️

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Thinking about Loren being a big dumb muscle puppy. You HAVE to let him top though. You have to. He’ll have a total meltdown if you don’t let him.

Loren’s the type of guy who can’t handle the idea of you doing any work in your relationship. It takes him so much will power not to immediately move you to the couch whenever you’re doing basic household chores. Which on one hand is romantic, on the other hand it’s super restricting.

So while you’re bouncing on his cock at night, feeling it bully deep in your guts, Loren’s eyes are dripping with tears. His cheeks are burning with lust and shame at the way he can’t stop crying, mesmerized by the way your skin shines with sweat and the way your eyes roll back with each rise and fall of your hips.

And he’s just whining pathetically the whole time. Begging you to let him take over, that you should rest, let him handle it, all while he has this stupid fucked out expression. No matter how much he begs and pleads, borderline crying from how much he “hates” watching you do all the work, there’s no denying the way his cock swells and pulses.

[kachowden]

OMG I NEED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT ARMAROS!!!! he’s lovely

For those of you curious about this creature v

Here’s a little information about him ❤️

He was originally created as a baldurs gate oc! He was my Tav, before becoming a part of a short story I had written (self indulgently), where he becomes a party member of the Player. And then from them I kinda fell in love with him and he took on a life of his own as a completely separate character.

His lore stems from having been a somewhat unconventional drow, who had a few too many ideals about life outside of the underdark and too many altruistic ambitions that stray a bit too far from their typical religious teachings under Lolth.

With his desire to venture outward and away from the group, as well as being a rather tall species of drow, and therefor “imperfect”, he was cast aside into the above to live out his absurd existence. After an unsuccessful attempt at becoming part of the elven species, (still being regarded as an “evil drow”, despite his rather timid disposition) he was led to wander for a while, before coming across a traveler. (In this case, you)

Now drow are known for their manipulation and mistrust of others, and while Armaros is a bit of an unusual drow, that way of life is still rather ingrained into his heart and mind. So he puts on act, a rather silly one given his stature, and plays the role of a helpless victim. He sells the role rather convincingly, and is absolutely delighted when you allow him to join your journey.

It doesn’t take long for him to develop a crush on you, especially if you’re of a separate species. But it all becomes set in stone when you valiantly come to his aid during a particularly nasty spat with some ogres and goblins.

“‘….This feeling in his chest. It hurt. Was he dying? Had life outside the underdark warped him deep inside? Why was it, that as he watched you fight against the beasts that had attacked him, his heart raced and throbbbed within his ribs. His lungs hurt from how powerful the thuds were, and his ears twitched, swearing that even amidst the swords clashing against each other, you’d be able to hear it….’

‘..His cheeks burned in an unusual manor, almost like the shameful burn he’d feel when his fellow drow had scoffed at his words when he gushed about life above. But this wasn’t shame. No, it was too fluttery, to dizzying to be such a negative emotion…’

‘Drow were highly intelligent, so it didn’t take long for Aros to connect the dots, when his eyes stayed so dutifully locked onto your form, a holy light seeming to shine around you and reflect off the sweat that beaded your skin…’

‘..You must have been a god.’

‘…A benevolent being sent to guide him and keep him safe, to restore his faith and to nurse him back to health with your kind words and gentle touches..’

‘..Yes, that was it. You were a God. His God.’”

Armaros, despite being a highly intelligent creature, had taken his realization of love towards you (despite only having known you a few days), and twisted into something made of unhealthy devotion. His belief that Lolth teachings were not suited to him, left him feeling a bit lost previously, and so when his somewhat deluded mind latched onto the way you protected him, and seemed to bathe him in your holy presence, he became your faithful little follower.

Offering you gifts, and praising poems. Upholding your words like they were sacred teachings, and even going as far as to write them down. “My god, My savior, My Lord, My Holy One” were all names he had referred to you as while you continued your journeys together. You were obviously a little disturbed by such a drastic title, but no matter how insistent you were, he would merely smile with such a love struck gaze and go on about humble and kind you were. You could be a completely evil and rule being deep down, and he’d still defend you till dying breath, and insist that his god could do no wrong.

Now despite the belief that the very ground you walked on was sacred, it didn’t stop his more selfish desires. Yes he knew he was hopelessly in love with you, but his belief that you were his god shrouded that love with obsession and a twisted lustful shame that brewed deep inside him. He even fought with himself in thinking that he did not deserve you in such a way, and yet did not believe anyone else would be a more suited lover for you. No one would worship you like he did.

His eyes would often wander down your figure, or lunge towards your lips when you spoke. He was still a rather pathetic character, or at least he behaved in a rather timid and shy way. Often whining about various things, and clinging desperately to your form as you walked, mumbling about how unfit it was to have you walk, you should let him carry you! He’s strong, and his stamina in unmatched. He could take care of you in anyway you saw fit.

No no! You mustn’t prune your hands with the rivers water, let him! He’ll bathe you, and rest assured he won’t miss a a single inch. Perhaps his hands wander a little to much and his washing becomes something more akin to a massage but nonetheless. You’re certainly squeaky clean by the end of it. 



Overall, his help is usually more of a hindrance, with how much he hovers around you, and how hostile he can be towards potential party members. He’s selfish with his god, why would others deserve to worship you the way he does? They can praise you from a distance.

But anyway that’s pretty much his lore🙏 I love him so freaking much, makes me kick my feet and twirl my hair fr.

[hana-no-seiiki]

Yandere! Husband who thinks of you every single moment of the day, spoils you rotten, makes sure you feel loved 24/7 with letters, gifts and his presence. Being married to you is a privilege and he makes sure he shows you that.

Who does the little things like making sure you never open any doors by yourself. “What the fuck do you think that ring of yours means? Get your hand off that handle!” proceeds to climb over the car to open the car door for you

who randomly squeezes your hands with a vulnerability you almost never see from him. muttering things such as, “i can’t even remember life before I met you.” or “i love you so much. leave me one day if you must, but know that i’ll never be the same without you.”

yandere! husband who always makes sure you take care of yourself, personally appointing days where you have to go the salon to get your hair or nails done. yandere! husband who always has a fun new date idea to keep things fresh in the relationship. yandere! husband who studies your body for hours on end so you’ll never have to look for satisfaction elsewhere.

so that you’ll never question why he’s changed so much. because he was never the man you married in the first place.

[hotyanderedaddies]

Yandere Cat Café Owner Wants You

[Yandere! Cat Dad Boyfriend x GN! Reader]

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Kitty Café opened up down the block from your apartment, and ever since you'd seen the fliers promising delicious treats with tons of cats to play with, you'd made it your life's mission to visit it.

Unfortunately, your boyfriend was crazy allergic to cats, so you had to go solo. It bummed you out, sure; but the idea of getting to spend some time with tons of cats more than made up for it. You knew that you couldn't adopt one, but maybe you could do a little donation instead.

"Welcome!" a deep, warm voice sounded out as soon as you entered the small café.

Behind the desk was a large behemoth of a man. Even from across the room, you could tell that he towered over you. His body was thick and solid with muscle, and the tight polo he wore was painted across his large chest.

Around him, tiny kittens mewed and pawed at him, asking for pets.

The entire café was littered with cats (duh), but most of them seemed to be sticking close to the man.

"H-hi," you stuttered back, feeling nervous under the intense gaze of the larger man. His eyes widened when you spoke, and you could clearly see his Adam's apple quiver a little, and the corners of his mouth pulled up slightly. "I, uh, I saw the fliers and I had to come see the new cat café."

The man's smile grew on his face. "Great!" he beamed. "You're actually my first customer. I'm Dominik the owner, by the way. But you can call me Da-- *cough, Dom." He smiled nervously, a pinkish hue forming on his face. "What can I get you?"

The owner was really friendly, and he seemed to be over the moon to have a customer. You could tell by how giddy he seemed, and even some of the kittens picked up on it, their glances shifting between him and you.

You looked at the menu behind Dom, amazed by the wide array of tasty treats and delicious drinks that you could order. There were so many choices that you couldn't make up your mind.

"Um," you wondered. "Surprise me." You shrugged, figuring that the café owner wouldn't find the request too annoying... or at least you hoped not.

Luckily, Dom's smile remained, and it even grew bigger. "Sure thing, Kitten," he grinned. "Go ahead and take a seat and I'll bring it out to you."

You winced internally at his odd nickname for you, but ignored it for the moment.

You took a seat near the window, taking time to pet some of the cats that were brave enough to wander close to you. A fluffy orange kitten with little stripes on it clawed its way up your pant leg, hopping into your lap and purring loudly.

"Aww, cute little guy," you cooed as you pet the kitten, loving how it purred even louder.

"That's Pumpkin," Dom said as he approached the table. "It looks like he likes you."

Dom placed a small cup on the table in front of you and a little baked treat. It looked like a cookie in the shape of a cat, whereas the cup was a latte with a little heart made out of the foam. It was really cute.

"Thank you," you said as you took a sip of the latte, your eyes widening at how sweet it was. And it totally lacked any of the bitterness that coffee drinks typically have. In short: It was fantastic! "This is amazing!"

Dom took the seat opposite yours. "I'm glad you like it, Kitten," he genuinely smiled. He then nodded at Pumpkin. "Are you looking for a cat to take home?"

You frowned slightly. "No," you relented. "My boyfriend's allergic to cats, so I can't adopt one."

Dom's smile vanished and his square jaw clenched. "Yeah..." he huffed, something audible in his deep voice, "that's not too good." He sighed before forcing a smile back onto his face. "I guess that means that you'll just have to come visit more often."

You looked up at the larger man in awe.

Blushing, Dom hurriedly added, "I know Pumpkin will miss you."

Almost as if on cue, Pumpkin meowed.

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After your first visit to the café, you quickly became a regular.

Every so often, you would come by to play with Pumpkin and some of the other cats.

And each and every time, Dom would light up and eagerly strike up a conversation with you, looking as giddy as a kid on Christmas. He was really nice to you and he was quickly starting to grow on you.

He was becoming a really great friend to you.

One day, you rushed over to the café, eager to tell the man the wonderful news that you had. Your fists balled up excitedly, you burst into the small shop, seeing Dom sitting near the counter with a few new kittens.

He perked up when he saw you, his face instantly brightening up. "Hey, Y/N!" he cheered, then he saw how excited you looked. "What's the good news?"

You couldn't resist shoving your left out towards him, showing off the gold band on your ring finger. "My boyfriend proposed!" you ecstatically cheered. "Check out the ring too! Nice, right?"

You were all smiles, dreaming of walking down the aisle to marry your boyfriend: a.k.a. the man of your dreams.

Dom smiled too, although his grin didn't touch his eyes. In fact, his smile looked pained, forced. He sharply exhaled before perking up slightly.

"How about a drink to celebrate?" he asked. "I've been working on a new one." He moved behind the counter and began to shuffle around with some ingredients, his broad back blocking your view of what he was messing with. He peeked over his shoulder to make sure that you couldn't see him add something special to your cup.

When he was done, Dom turn back around and placed a warm mug in front of you. He made sure to take extra care to shape the foam into a cute little kitty.

"I hope you enjoy," Dom grinned, pushing the mug closer to you.

You grabbed it and took a sip. The drink was incredibly sweet, just as you liked it. "It's delicious, Dom," you beamed. "Thank you so much!"

He smiled triumphantly as you downed your drink.

As the two of you talked about your wedding plans (Dom's smile morphed into a frown the more you went on about it), you suddenly felt yourself get a little dizzy.

You placed a shaking hand up to your head to try and steady yourself, but the room felt like it was spinning.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" Dom asked, a cheerful tone in his voice.

You wondered what was going on, not sure if you were catching a virus or something. "Um," you mumbled, "I think I'm getting sick. I'll just head home..."

You stood up, but your legs were wobbly and they gave out on you, sending you toppling down.

Before you hit the hard ground, Dom rushed over and wrapped both of his strong arms around you, securing you tightly in his hold. He pulled you to his torso, and you felt his chest rumble a little as he seemingly purred like a happy cat.

"Wha--?" you tried to ask, but it getting harder to speak as your vision blurred and you felt weaker by the second.

"Shh," Dom cooed as he placed a tender hand on your cheek. "Just relax, Kitten. Let Daddy take care of you."

Before you could ask what he meant by that, everything went black...

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When you began to stir awake, you first noticed that everything felt so comfortable. Seriously, whatever bed you were lying in had the softest sheets, and there was a fluffy comforter that was so incredibly warm. And speaking of warm, a large body cuddled you from behind, keeping you nice and secured--

"What!?" you jolted awake, everything rushing to you all at once. You struggled to move, but your panic only heightened as you realized that your arms and legs were bound together by what felt like silk ties. The fabric was soft to the touch so as not to irritate your skin, but they were tied so tightly that they severely restricted your movement.

Looking around the bedroom that you found yourself in, you could see that there were tons of cat toys and décor around. A few of the kittens from the café where in the room, watching you intently. Pumpkin purred happily when he saw you, his tail flicking to and fro with glee.

You kept trying to thrash your body around to get free, but the body behind you only tightened its grip on you, effectively stopping you.

"Calm down, Kitten," Dom sleepily yawned, his hot breath wafting over your ear due to his closeness to you.

You tensed up when you felt his lips press to your cheek.

"Dom?!" you cried, unable to get free with his arms around you. He even laid one of his strong legs over yours, his entire body acting as a double lock. "What's going on?"

The larger man chuckled. "Kitten," he cooed, "isn't it obvious? You going to marry that... guy." He said the last part with such anger in his voice that it almost came out as a growl, making some of the cats in the room hiss in response. "So I had to just snatch you up and take you home with me."

You were stunned silent, unable to wrap your head around what was going on. "What do you mean?" you trembled.

Dom pressed his lips against you once more, purring as he did so. "I love you so much, Y/N. So I brought you home with me to convince you to be with me, not with your ex-boyfriend."

"You're insane..." you try to argue, earning a nip from him.

"Don't say that," he hissed. "I'm not insane, you're insane for trying to marry some guy who's not me. You belong to me, and that's why you're here: to be with me, and only me."

Dom tightened his grip on you, sealing off any hope of escape.

"You're mine."

[tales-of-starlet-town]

✨ Romancing Mark Headcanons ✨

Requested by anonymous!

🐾 Incredibly careful, with a heavy *HEAVY* emphasis on consent. Won’t so much as hug you without asking first. Takes a long time for him to understand that you welcome his advances, that he doesn’t need to tread lightly.

🐾 He actually gets less comfortable with teasing you as time goes on. As a friend he’ll rib on you for any old thing, but as your partner he’s so scared that you’ll think he’s serious about what he says to you. Is much more careful about the things he tells you. He knows how one wrong comment can dig so he prefers to be mindful.

🐾 Love Language: Quality Time. Life is short, things can happen at any time. Mark knows that better than anyone. He wants to spend as much time with you as he possibly can, and he’s grateful for every second he gets.

🐾 He shows his affection by taking care of your needs wherever possible. Cooking for you, doing tasks on the farm he considers too dangerous for you like splitting wood or operating the furnaces. He can be a little overbearing at times, but he would just hate to see you hurt. 

🐾 There is no higher honor than protecting you, no greater glory than being your defender. For you, he will be a sword and shield unbreakable. For you, he’d lay his life on the line any time.

[tales-of-starlet-town]

✨ Romancing Rafael Headcanons ✨

Rafael:

🗡️ He may not have the charm and charisma that his brother was blessed with, but he speaks from the heart and what he lacks in words he more than makes up for in his actions.

🗡️ Asks a lot of questions, is pretty unsure so he wants to make sure he’s doing things right. Can I kiss you? Is this okay? Would this make you happy? Always checking in with you to make sure you’re content.

🗡️Considers himself to be a low maintenance partner. Can spend all day in the same room as you, both of you doing your own things, and he'd be pleased as punch. Considers every bit of effort you give him something to cherish, an attitude that doesn't change even after years of being together.

🗡️ Love Language: Quality Time. Rafael is so used to fading into the background, by choice or otherwise, that having someone’s eyes all on him is…nice. Unfamiliar, but nice. He loves having you all to himself.

🗡️  You become the center of his world. Sure, there’s the Blacksmiths, his work, and there’s Valentina, but for the first time his purpose is clear: He’s going to be the best husband, the best father, the best lover you could ever imagine.