#gallow grass

[moonjellyagain]

Thinking about a yandere knight. He’s pledged himself to you, serves you with the highest respect. From the outside, he is your loyal guard, simply proud of his role. When he first came to you, scrawny and weak, begging for salvation, you agreed to take him in as your pet. You practically trained him to obsess over you, showing him all sorts of torture in your dungeons and keeping him close to you at all times, you even hand fed him for almost a full month. After such affection, how could he even think of life without you. It had surprised your staff when suddenly you took a personal knight.

Imagine an enemy telling yandere knight he’s just a dog to you, for once he hesitates with the killing blow, feeling the heat in his armor rise. He wants nothing more than to be yours, he’ll sit at your feet like a good guard dog and humiliate himself however you want as long as you keep your eyes on him. Masochist yandere knight who you've put through hell just for entertainment, he claims it's part of his training, tells other knights the scars are to train his mind, ensure he is faithful to his king, but the way he looks at your through his tears, drooling pathetically on the cold floor is a different kind of devoted.

Yandere knight who only became a knight because he wanted you to see him, he trains hard every day to turn his scrawny frail body into something that can not only protect you but entertain you. His chest nearly spills out of his custom-made armor, solely to tempt you to bite them, his thighs are thicker than your head, so that they can squeeze around your head while you devour him, his ass literally bounces as he walks, and ripples each time you smack it.

… Yandere knight with a drippy, fat pussy. If he’s a good guard dog he gets to climb into your lap on the throne and let you play with his pussy. It doesn’t matter if there’s servants or peasants or other knights in the room, they all get to see and hear as you poke and prod and pull at his cute, hairy pussy. Men he trains with, subordinates of his who respect him and trust his every word can’t help but lose some of that respect as they watch their superior whimper for more while their king spreads his fat pussy to watch his insides twitch.

He’s never fucked on the throne, of course, the king cannot expose himself to the public(even if you’re fine showing peasants his whorish pussy and sweet begging). However, when you drag him to your chambers by his clit, it is obvious what will happen. Everyone knows he's your toy, if he were asked, he'd gladly agree and boast about how you love him and how good he is for you.

Imagine a new knight, young and audacious, joking about using your knight. He's new to the castle, just finding out about your pretty knight's true loyalties. He corners your knight, telling him he knows of his and your relations, trying to blackmail your knight into letting him use his body just as you do. The young man is soon found strung up in his own gore and viscera for attempting to take what is yours.

I just think he'd be so cute.

[moonjellysfeast]

Happy 420, little phone ppl. As celebration, I’ll tell you who smokes

Ishna has never smoked before, but if you introduce him to weed, he becomes a stoner. It doesn’t change his behavior much except that he talks a bit more and a little faster. He likes the way weed helps him relax and he wants to share indirect kisses with you any chance he gets, so sharing a joint with you is ideal to him.

Arthur really should smoke to self medicate his anxiety. It doesn't do much for the anxiety but it gets him out of his head enough to accept that he's truly loved. Plus weed would make him overstim so quick, jerk him off for a minute and he's already sobbing in pleasure. It wouldn't even take a round before he's mind broken, he'd be so cute.

Hanna doesn't smoke anything, she is very wary of intoxicative substances. Give her an edible, she's more likely to take that. only way she'll actually smoke is if you transfer the joint to her lips via kiss. She looks hot af smoking, tho. Very model-esque. She probably shouldn't smoke anyway because once she hits a certain level of high, she's getting very intensely romantic, if you're in public while she's high, she's probably killing several people.

Belphie doesn't actively smoke but she definitely has before. She's rich and her parents were weirdo snobs, she tasted cigarette smoke before she hit middle school, ok. She doesn't really like drugs or alcohol. She doesn't mind the smoke but even if you offer her a hit of whatever you're smoking, she'll politely decline. She'd get a little wasted for a fun experience, though. She's very into both the heightened senses and loves to do noncon scenes where you're taking advantage of her intoxication.

Ipomoea regularly smokes, it does NOT help the paranoia, but he smokes anyway. He's not a stoner by any means but he kinda just goes with it when he can find easy sources. For as anxious as this guy is, he's also very, you find him at a bar drunk off his ass and muttering sad crazy stories to the bartender. The only time he's able to really calm down outside of sex is when he's cross-faded. If he ever puts two and two together, gods save your poor dick, cuz he will be on it 25/7.

Oh, also happy zombie guy day. Hope everyone who likes zombies enjoyed their zombie religion things, maybe I'll do a late easter thing but I will not promise it.

[moonjellyagain]

Ughhhhh!

That’s so hot.

Just imagining making him ride a replica of your cock, but it just isn’t the same!

And of course you have to whip him for not using his toy “correctly”

-boykisser

Beautiful idea, him huffing and puffing, bouncing up and down on the faux cock. His thighs quivering while his chest bounces with the force of his own thrusts. You are happily lounging above him, a short whip in had for you to lazily cover his back in deep red marks. By now he can hardly remember what he's doing wrong or if this is a punishment or reward. All he can think of is how much colder the toy is than your cock and how desperately he wants your touch. He's so wet and stretched out, but without your touch he knows he cannot cum, in part because he's not allowed to touch his puffy, aching clit. Kicking his clit when he finally stops, endurance finally broken after hours of fucking himself in front of you, watching him scream and spasm like a man possessed. Even then, it is not over, now you can easily flip him into whatever position you wanted without him having any hope of resisting(though he'd never dare to) while you pump his pussy full of your cum, pinching his now-sore clit to keep him awake and crying for you.

[moonjellyagain]

Imagine a yandere who makes you so much worse. Before getting kidnapped, you were the upstanding sort; kind and thoughtful, always trying to be sure everyone was happy and healthy, a good guy overall. But being isolated in a basement can do things to you, make you more susceptible to outside input… maybe it’s intentional, maybe they’re bold about it, asking you so sweetly to let out your anger on them, it’s okay! They can take it! And you deserve to be mad at them for being so greedy to lock you away! Please, hurt them for their sins, they want only to be yours. Or maybe, they’re subtle, doing little things to irritate you, always making sure you have enough room to swing at them, teasingly pressing at old bruises of theirs in front of you as they pretend they’re not getting off to the pain. Maybe they don’t even realize they’re doing it, they’re rough with you, shoving you around and demanding your attention, suddenly flustered and obedient when you finally put them in their place. However it may be, your life is different now, you’ve learned how pleasant it is to leave your pretty yandere beaten and bloody on the basement floor, and with the sweet tang of violence imbedded into your tongue you know you could never go back to your peaceful and gentle life.

[moonjellyagain]

Masochist yandere x mad scientist reader who experiments on them pwetty pwease w a cherry on top 🥺😼

You talkin about my dear bunny's crybaby? Yeah, I guess I could talk about him, sure, sure, if I must... As if I haven't been thinking about my au all the time

It's rare for Elias and Crybaby to be allowed to overlap, you wouldn't want the soft and nervous boy to remember what your ever-pliant doll has done. However, you're not adverse to letting Crybaby be soft, especially when you're testing new drugs. It's his favorite thing, allows him to relax and admit his reactions in ways Crybaby is hardly allowed to. Today he is brought in, sat in the usual padded room that makes something in it itch in what could've been excitement, were a thing like him allowed to feel, you walk in with a tray to inject him with something new, a researcher pushing a cart full of both tools and personal devices you wanted to try, something in crybaby's mind whispered that they belonged to someone named Elias, the name made it's mouth dry as if it were able to feel discomfort like humans could. Crybaby often considered itself as handcrafted by you, that's why he's your doll of course, and he marveled at how talented you must be for him to so closely replicate human emotions even if it wasn't 'really' feeling them.

The haziness the mask left him in would be unhelpful for the experiment so it is removed, revealing the big damp eyes of your lover, blank as ever as Crybaby. You tap his chin and utter a command and his mouth falls open, tongue lolling out pliantly for you to pinch and inject the serum into him.

"Thank you, sir..." he slurred a bit from the strange texture coating his tongue from whatever you'd given him.

You hardly react, pleased nonetheless, as you turn to the abandoned cart, tracing your fingers across the tools, finally landing on a feather. You informed him this would be testing his sensitivity before telling him to remove his shirt. Obedient as ever he even bore his chest to you so you could gently trace the scars with the feather to earn yourself light shudders and hitched breath. He could feel the heat of the serum running through his veins, leaving an absent tingling sensation as it went.

“You may react, baby, remember we’re testing your reactions, I want to see how you react” you remind him and watch his whole body shudders and lean towards you, finally allowing his body to do what it wants, and the faintest smile dances onto his face at the pet name.

As the serum further processes you trade the feather for genuine medical tools, testing his reflexes and all like a regular check-up and jotting down some notes. He's woozy and pliable, unlike Crybaby's typical stance and looking just a bit too comfortable, as if Elias may be slipping through again.

"What is your name?" You hum and his wet eyes stare up at you, heart eyes blown and making him look more and more weak and pathetic.

It takes him some time, he stares up in astonishment for some time before a thought occurs and he finds his answer "I-I'm... Yours? M-Master's?" It's hardly possible to deny him reward for such a perfect answer so you offer him a treat, as long as he can get it himself.

He whines and weakly pets at your crotch again, tears streaming down his face like flowing lava to his over sensitive nerves. He's been trying to unbutton your pants for quite some time now but the haze of drugs has ruined his agility and left him weakly licking your pants and whining for you to let him please you, when you finally get tired of his pathetic face as tears and drool soaked the front of your pants, you grab him by the back of the hair with a satisfying yelp and press his cheek against your buldge, watching him drool more at the closeness and the friction. You quickly pop your pants open and press his soft, tear-soaked cheek to the warm skin of your cock. Bemused with his expression of expression, you let go of him and let him suck your length down his throat, finally seeming soothed by the feeling of your dick in his body the shivers which had been running through his body finally stopped.

"Crybaby..." your tone warned him to act, though he couldn't seem to hear beyond his soft hums of pleasure.

As punishment, you yank him off and throw him to the cold floor, watching the tears and drool begin forming a puddle beneath him before he looks back up at you with a shameful horror. He was bad, he didn't listen and you can see that guilt overwhelming his weakened mind.

"Baby... do it right this time... and I'll make you feel good~" you sit now, on the slightly plush slab which Crybaby has been vivisected on many times and pat your lap, drawing his lust-crazed eyes back to your dick.

He lunges on you and peppers soaking, drooly kisses all along your shaft, now more focused on your pleasure than his own. His mouth his hotter than normal, his slutty hole is probably warmer too, a mild fever from the concoction is the last thing you jot down before tossing the clipboard back to the tray and sliding a large dildo smoothly down Elias' throat to lube it. He gagged lightly around it before stilling almost as much as he had before, as if a cock down his throat was some secret power-off button to his mind.

Ok, being entirely honest, I got stuck but I like where this went for the most part. Maybe I'll add more some other time but ya'll deserve to actually see what's there

[moonjellyagain]

https://www.tumblr.com/dvlboy/798595843942957056/get-him-pregnant-keep-getting-him-pregnant-keep

Ugh, honestly what Yandere knight deserves to happen to him

Don’t worry bbg, I’ll take care of you 😝

-boykisser

All he wants is to be your incubator, tie him to the queen's throne with his legs spread so you can pump him full of load after load to make sure he stays nice and round. In his dream world he gets to be your good guard dog while his belly’s permanently round and swollen with your babies. He sometimes fantasizes about having post-birth sex with you, if you’re gone and allow him to masturbate he totally shoves a really big toy inside himself for a while to stretch him out before he fucks himself on a dildo to feed that fantasy.

On another note I’m considering switching to reblogging most posts sent to me. It feels a little odd just leaving a link for folks to open. 🤷 case by case basis, yk?

[moonjellyagain]

Pls pls pls more of the yandere knight, i need it. I NEED ITT GOOD SIR, IM IN LOVE WITH THE CHARACTER ALREADY

I wanna talk more about him being a yandere. He kills for you, of course he does, he's a knight, but it's impossible to know just how many he's killed for you. Even he has lost track of times a nobel has attempted to seduce you and subsequently never made it back to their manor or the many times a peasant had kneeled just a bit too close to your throne and was quickly executed. He's mostly harmless, as long as those around you follow his very strict rules regardless of whether they know the rules exist. He will not tolerate anything less than what you deserve, pure obedience and perfection. Technically, he knows you are expected to find a queen, however, were anyone to offer you marriage they would be slaughtered before they found time to write you a proposal of courtship. You are his master and his alone, king to others but master only to him. Honestly I think he has the view of a colonist, he believes it is your divine right to rule over all. Luckly, he's a bit too focused on convincing you to let him bear your heirs to manifest any destiny. That is, unless you ask him to do a holy war, which he will quickly win for you.

It's no surprise he's familiar with bloodshed, his family had been poor and he was from a town at the border of the kingdom, his childhood consisted of constant ransackings and raids. He basically grew up on the battlefield, and like a feral cat he's unsure how to fully accept his new, cushy life. It's part of why he enjoys the torture, pain and blood are familiar and also you get to do whatever you want with hs body.

[moonjellyagain]

having horny ipomoea thoughts....

i want him to be my pretty 1950s wife so i tape up his dick so much you can't tell he has one and i put him in pretty little lingerie under his nice 50s style dress. and then i put a lot of tape over his mouth so he cant ruin the illusion with his foul language. pretty women should be seen not heard yknow.

might be a little bit controversial but i want to get him addicted to drugs. maybe an aphrodisiac, maybe just a pain killer. i want to watch him come undone, lose himself to the nice feeling as all the pain of life slips away against his will. and then he comes down again and it feels worse and he wants to die so i give it to him again. watch him try to run away like that. he'll come crawling back begging for another hit on his own.

also my ntr kink is well established.... id love to leave him in a hotel room all tied up and let random men have their way with him. convince him that ive decided i don't want him anymore and he's only good to me as a hole to pimp out. ik that would just ruin him. its vanilla sex but its soul crushing everytime a different man has their way with him. I'll be back afterwards to reassure him id never abandon him and give him kisses and make it all better but i definitely also recorded it so i could rewatch his brain breaking

You’re always having horny Ipomoea thoughts don’t act all demure about it. Anyway

Housewife Ipomoea and he’s gagged and glaring at you while you wrestle a dress onto him. He looks so cute all dolled up for hubby! Get him a gag that makes him look like he’s smiling and match his makeup to it so he looks like real dolly! Ain’t he just a dashing young bride?

Drugged ipomoea is one of my favorite things tbh. When you first start giving it to him he's distraught. He's got that edgy mindset that his suffering is part of who he is and some sort of badge of worth, so for all that pain and fear to melt off is overwhelming and embarrassing, he feels naked. When he comes back down it feels heavier, he doesn't want to admit but he wants to feel that weightlessness again, and why wouldn't you make him take more? He's so cute when he's loopy and high, all sensitive and reactive, you can even get sweet smiles from him if you get him especially high. It slips so easily into routine, times where he's sober he feels more like he's having a nightmare than being sound minded, if it's hallucinogens he might make a whole world around himself and tell you in blissed-out giggles how he had a nightmare of you, his handsome, sweet hubby, pulling his hair and prying his jaw open to stick a pill and your fingers down his throat, how silly! Then, you let him free, he's sober and suffering withdrawal and he runs as far as his battered, shaking body can. Everything hurts and it's too loud and too bright and the colors are all wrong! He can't live like this, it can't be real. It doesn''t take long for him to turn around and when he finally finds his way back, crying over and over, scratching himself raw, ignoring cuts and bruises for the promise of his home, his husband, his bliss. He finally makes it home, sweaty and thin, trembling in every bone, he needs the bliss, you have to make the pain go away! Fed and high as ever, he's so so thankful to be home, what a terrible nightmare it was, but the endless woods are behind him and his skin is all funny colors and his sweet husband is with him, keeping him happy forever.

I'd also add to the whoring him out but I'm not gonna :p All I have to say rn is that's hot, make him scared you'll really abandon him this time.