Hello!! I love the concept of clingy yandere merfolk x humans (marine biologists or naur) and I would love to see more! Maybe like... one of those huge aquariums with a lot of different species of marine hybrids? That would be really interesting
Mwehehe... This is such a fun concept!
Yandere! Lemon shark! Hybrid x Reader
CW : reader cant swim (yes, I'm projecting), Lemon Shark! Yan doesn't have personal space, extremely clingy! Yan.
- You hate travelling with cruises. You don't even know why your school thinks it's a good idea to go to another country by a cruise ship.
- the sea is beautiful, but it gets tiring after around an hour in. It gets boring, you know? The sunset is amazing too, but hey, sun only sets once.
- Everytime you look down at the vast sea, hands gripping the metal railing with calm yet frantic eyes, you wonder what'll happen if fate decides to be an ass and screw you up in the worst way possible.
- and unfortunately, it really happened. During midnight, the cruise accidentally hits a damned iceberg. 'is this Titanic 2?' you wondered. Panic is starting to seep in because unlike your friends or teachers, you can't swim. But at least you have your trusty companion of the day, aka the emergency life vest has a teeny tiny hole that caused it to not inflate.
- and there you go, slowly sinking while the others try their best to stay afloat because the lifeboat is already full of people.
- you just closed your eyes and accepted your fate. Your heart is ringing on your ears, the beat getting quicker as you sink. The fear is there, but you're afraid to make the death more painful by squirming and screaming.
- before your body all enters the sea, you take a deep breath. slowly everything goes dark, you try to save as much as the air, but there's always a limit. Just as you're about to give up, there's a cold hand slapping something inside your mouth, and carrying you somewhere.
- all you can see is a blond poof of hair, scales and a long yet shiny tail. You passed out from the panic.
- when you wake up, there's two golden eyes staring right at your pupils. You got startled and screamed, but the fish-person(?) only laughed and twirled on the waters.
"You finally woke up! Took you long enough!' the lemon-shark chirped, a glint of light comes from his perfect rows of sharp teeth.
- so... You discover that his name is Remi. He's a lemon shark hybrid swimming and chasing smaller fish because he can. He saw you slowly sinking and thought you're a large trash human once again filled the ocean with. But after seeing that you're indeed, a living, breathing human, he decided to save you.
- life's getting pretty boring for hybrids like him. He's pretty good at hiding, and all he preys on are small fish, but sometimes he'll experiment on his meals. He likes humans too, because they don't have tails like him or the other hybrids.
- and the thing is, he's always purring and rubbing his face all over your body. Hybrids has this slimy sheen all over their body. Perhaps an adaptive mechanism from their ancestors. But Remi discovered that humans didn't have that. Humans' skin are just... Soft! Silky, even.
- He absolutely loves hugs. He's very friendly in general. He likes head pats and to circle you??? Just swimming in circles with you in the middle of his trajectory. It's kinda sweet, but weird too.
- he'll introduce you to his other fish buddies. But gets extremely jealous when you get touchy with them. He'll headbutt your hand and give you the cutest scowl ever.
- please do remember that he's your savior. Not his friends. Not the dumb kraken, or the starfish, or the jellyfish. But HIM. REMI. You can befriend his friends, but nothing more aside from talking. Touching is reserved only for him.
- he'll feed you some enchanted seaweed to keep you somehow dry and able to breath and talk underwater. You don't really feel like going to the surface yet because life is boring (seems like you and Remi shared a good perspective!), and Remi's teaching you how to swim!
- to be honest, he sucks at teaching. More because he has a tail, not a pair of legs. So he's also confused. But he'll try his best!
A/n : OMG OMG OMG sorry for the long wait 😭😭😭😭 I've been so tired and so busy. The vacation is sooo nice, but reality comes crashing down when it's time to go back to uni hehehe! I have midterm in two weeks, so maybe I'll be a bit inactive again. Ily my readers, sorry for being away for so long 💔
Ok hear me out... reader ends up dating the yandere, right? And their relationship progresses until yandere brings us, their darling, to meet their family. But what we and he didn't expect is, plot twist!, the yandere's family end up also being yanderes (platonic or not) to the reader
Heheh... This is gonna be delicious.
Yandere! Boyfriend x Girlfriend! Fem! Reader & Platonic Yandere! Toxic(?) Bf's! Family
- Yan! Boyfriend is the best lover you can ever ask for. Aside from his possessiveness and ability to deflect his jealousy and anger whenever he saw you around other men.
- yan! Boyfriend isn't really close to his parents or sibling. He has an older sister, who's around 9 years older than him. When he's born and growing to toddlerhood, his sister is already old enough to stand on her own and hate him for being around her.
- and imagine yan! Boyfriend is a product of accidental pregnancy. Perhaps his parents are feeling bold, or a condom gets busted and he's born. It's not like his parents don't love him. They insist they do, but his older sister was a wild child back then. They're already tired of taking care of her. And taking care of a new baby is such a hassle.
- this resulted in yan! Boyfriend being closed off with little to no self esteem. He has no support system or foundation of how relationships are supposed to be. He's always alone. His sister goes out playing with her friends daily, and her parents are going to work. He grew up sustaining himself.
- it's not like they're evil to him. It's just that his older sister is going through puberty and she doesn't want to have a chubby, cute duckling following her around and taking all the attention from her. Yan! Parents tried their best, but they're just too emotionally and physically unavailable for him.
- so when he's older, and when he's thinking of marrying you, he grimly tells himself that he'll need to introduce you to the family. He's 100% sure his sister, who's now an established yoga instructor, and his parents would care. They'll just congratulate him and go on with their day, and the meeting will probably end in 20 minutes maximum.
- how wrong could it be. When his parents swarmed you in hugs and smiles. When his sister gasped and immediately invited you in. You're awkwardly smiling and staring at your boyfriend with a thousand yard stare, because they're nothing like he had told her.
- talking with them is kinda easy. They listen to you like an eager puppy at each question. How did you meet bf? What's your line of work? Is bf treating you well?
- yan! Boyfriend isn't jealous of you. But he's annoyed that his parents suddenly give a damn about his private life. He's an IT employee in the same company as yours. He may or may not intercept with your emails much. So that it seems like he's the only one interested.
- for example, the reason the two of you could even date, is because you had invited your team, him and several friends to a dinner after a successful merger. Only he showed up because he blocked others from receiving your emails. When your friends discovered it, you just shrugged and said maybe it's an error on the system.
- but yep, back to the present, they keep trying to feed you and show you his old pictures. There's a lot, which is weird considering they don't really spend much time with yan! Boyfriend. He's embarrassed, but you think he's cute. So he gained a blushy face for the remainder of the time you stayed in his family home.
- when it's late, they try to offer the guest room for you. But you insisted that there's no need, and you need to go to work tomorrow. Yan! Family told Bf to bring you again soon. They'll take care of you even when he's busy.
- they ask for your number. Just in case yan! Parents make too much food and want to share it with you. Or yan! Sister needs a shopping partner for the weekend.
- you, who already knew about the complicated relationship of your boyfriend and his family, apologised profusely for their attention. Yan! Boyfriend assured you that he's not offended. He's more concerned than feeling anything else.
- in the end, he drove you back to your home. Parked in a nearby spot and walked you to your door. Kissed you good night and thank you for meeting his family. When he goes back to his car, he pressed his head against the steering wheel, thinking of what just happened.
- he's now aware at how unpredictable his family could be. Perhaps it's the guilt of never caring about him. His parents and sister, now older and somewhat wiser, had asked for his forgiveness when he came home to take several of his personal belongings to his new apartment. He had moved out since college, and he doesn't visit often.
- he just smiled and nodded, and got on with his day. The anger of neglect has died since he was a teenager with an angst complex. Now he couldn't even care less. That's why he puts distance between him and his family.
- he'll be sure to keep an eye on them. He'll make sure you're never hurt. He wouldn't allow his family members to make you uncomfortable. You're the most important thing in his life. And now, that he has tasted love so pure, he wouldn't let go.
A/N : holy crap... This request had gone dusty!! So sorry anon!!! I was so busy with life, and changing crushes that i have no energy to write. I hope this is good enough huhu!
Yandere! Sub! Pre-Uroboros! Albert Wesker x Dom! Ex-fuck buddy! Fem! Reader
Word count : 3.1k+
CW: RE5 time setting, tentacle kink, tentacles as strap, pegging, praise & light degradation kink, touch starved! Albert, freaky! Reader, old relationships, overstimulation, Albert lowkey yearning for real love, porn with slight plot + feelings, obsessive! [name], Wesker is disturbed of his own emotions
Wesker only recognized you as the shy receptionist in the Racoon Police Department back in his S.T.A.R.S days. A meek thing who always tries her best to please him. Whether it is by reapplying your liptint because he says your lips are looking dry, or buying him coffees.
Yes, you're one of his many sex buddies back then. He's actually quite astonished that you kissed him first on a R.P.D's after party. Yes you chugged down whiskey and tonic for courage before tugging his collar down to kiss him.
Sex is adequate. He doesn't really require it, and there's nothing special about it. Just letting himself relax before the inevitable end of Racoon City. Yes... That's about it.
And now years have passed. You never really passed Wesker's mind. Only when Excella stops bothering him, or Chris isn't on his ass all the time, or when he looks at the mirror and sees the reflection of the younger man that received some of the warmest kisses he's ever given.
"Oh, Albert." A familiar voice whispers to his ears, the pressure makes him shudder, and he could feel the same ghosts of your hands cupping his cheeks after the night you've spent together in the same, ruined sheets. The navy henley he wore the night before is ripped on the chest. He's shocked that you actually ripped them apart just to get things quicker. "Look at how beautiful you are."
He has to snap himself from the daydream. Albert Wesker doesn't do imaginations. He doesn't dwell. He gets the job done. It's not arrogance if he has the strength and power to back it up.
So what if he has a god complex? So what, he wants to cull humans and leave only the worthy behind? So what, that he blankly looked at the screen that was projecting the destruction of racoon city in October of 1998, hoping you actually survived and lived elsewhere after.
Life is actually content now. The Uroboros virus is making great improvements. But of course, Excella has to drag him into one of the boring company parties to attract more investors to his deadly virus. He doesn't even like the lady, but she proves to be useful for his greater plans.
He steered clear of anyone in the party, preferring to just sip overpriced champagne from a flute that a butler had offered him.
Soon, two click-clacks of a high heel approached him, and before he could even look behind, there were two hands sneaking to embrace him, and weight of someone shorter than him, nuzzling affectionately to the back of his suit.
His red pupils dart behind in irritation. Who is this lady? He can smell jasmine and a mix of lavender on her body, a mysterious but captivating smell that reminded him of something, but he has forgotten it.
"...May I help you?" He cleared his throat, but made no effort to peel the hands away from himself. Perhaps it's one of Excella's friends, a lonely prized wife of a disgusting CEO who got too drunk to realise where she is going, but then the hands moved, the thumbs gently rubbing against his abs, and he could practically feel a grin on his suit.
"Pfft, that's cute." The woman laughed and buried her face deeper on his back, near his armpits, but he didn't want to clarify. He could feel a tension on his hands, the way the flute would've exploded if he didn't put it down, and finally grab the wrist of the intruder and spin her around, finally coming face to face to a pretty lady grinning up at him.
He didn't recognise who this woman was. He furrowed his brows, scanning her as each second passed, until the lady laughed and shot her hands up to rub her thumb on his face. He recoiled like a startled cat, and almost grunted loudly from the sudden touch.
"Still dramatic as ever, Albert?" She cooed softly. Albert, on the other hand, is getting more agitated. He turns his eyes down and gets nearly distracted by the swell of breasts. The woman is wearing a blue dress, shiny and catchy, with matching high heels. Her hair is braided although messy, like she ran her hands through it too much.
"Do I know you?" He started, he looks more offended that this woman is calling him by his first name more than anything, yet her face fell for a mili-second. Albert caught it, but she changed her mood almost immediately. She smiled and held his bigger hand.
"I'm hurt. You actually forgot me." She muttered quietly, but she looked back up at him, and fluttered her lashes prettily. "Let's have some fun together, perhaps your brain will remember something." She proceeded to drag him to the dessert lounge, the bar, and even to the dance floor.
He's stiff. Maybe because dancing isn't his forte. Maybe because he's flexible but not in a way of waltz, or maybe because the last time he danced with someone was over a decade ago.
He remembers dancing with you. You both had woken up after another one night stand before his alarm blew up. When Tchaikovsky blares on both their ears, you insist on a slow dance with the captain of S.T.A.R.S himself.
You always liked crepe cake. You actually made some in his apartment after Chris annoyed him so much he almost got a heart attack from the stupidity inflicted to him. He spent the weekend with you feeding him sloppy bites of the sweets that he promised he disliked.
By the end of the night, he already figured out that you're [name]. The same [name] with sunken eyes, shy expression, and oversized glasses (seems like you've exchanged them for contact lenses). The same [name] who ruffled his hair, and told him to smile more. You're sitting on a balcony railing with him standing awkwardly beside you. He looks unimpressed, but he's ready to grab your hand if you ever felt cheeky enough to try and do a twisted type of trust fall with him.
"So, esteemed Mr. Wesker. Have your brain graced you with the memory of me?" You whispered happily, your legs kicked like a child, and he only exhaled hard through his nostrils. How did a normal woman like you even end up in this mess?
"To answer your question, I married a dumb oil tycoon and got all the shares after he died of lung cancer. Perks of a young body, huh?" You shrugged and easily dissected the question he hasn't even voiced. When the party's about to end, you hopped down from the railing and pulled his face down by pulling his tie, to press a soft kiss on his cheek.
"I miss you, Albert." You smiled, and that is the first honest expression you've given him that day. After smoothing out his tie, you patted his shoulder once, before running back to the exit. Not seeing the shocked look on his usually neutral face, and his outstretched hand trying to reach out for you, though it is too late.
He stayed awake at the hotel after the encounter. Looking at the regal ceilings while calculating all the possibilities of things he can do. Isn't he a controlled, composed man? Why did he get cold feet? Should he talk more? What is he supposed to do?
He tried to forget about the moment. He turns angry, angry at you for suddenly coming out to his life again when he's about to reach his ultimate goal. He pushed himself to work, completely ignoring all the old memories spent by you, and him.
That is until Excella told him that an investor volunteers to be the first one to get the injection to the Uroboros virus. He's obviously skeptical. He hasn't even done it to himself. But if a stupid investor wants the injection so badly, then they can be his new test subject then.
Miss J is the name. Excella didn't overcomplicate things, which is shocking. She actually kept her mouth shut for once, and Albert didn't feel the need to ask.
So imagine his surprise when he found you only in a tight black lingerie, lying in the bedroom Excella has provided. You're the one who requested it to have the injection in the bedroom. You already have plans, and you want to reenact on them.
“You finally arrived. ‘almost died from boredom.” You yawned and grinned. Albert's grip on the injection serum is tight, and he could only look elsewhere while you're grinning and etching him to get closer.
When Albert moved, he could only glare at you through the sunglasses he always kept on. You smiled and pulled them down, earning two crimson pupils staring back at yours.
“Getting cold feet, Mr. Scientist?” You grinned and offered your left arm. He grabbed your wrist, and grunted loudly.
“What do you think you're doing? Do you know how dangerous this is?!” He yelled. You only looked at him with a pout, and rolled your eyes. You turned your eyes to the injection on his other hand, and slowly kissed his lips to distract him.
While he's gasping from the sudden embrace, you force his left hand to inject the serum to your hand. Everything hurts at first, and you swore you can hear Albert's panicked voice as he saw your eyes rolling back and turning white. He's actually ready to sprint back to his lab and look for an antidote.
Tendrils slowly burst out from the left side of your body. As color slowly got back on your eyes, you can only offer Albert a perverted smile. He looks worried for once in his life, and he let out a stressed breath.
“ugh… I'm sore.” You groaned and turned your head to look at the tendrils coming out from your back. You let out a fascinated gasp, and looked back at Albert with something that could only be described as childhood happiness.
“Albert, are you seeing this thing?!” You loudly exclaimed. The tendrils could only wiggle without any commands, and slowly, most of them envelopes Albert and pulls him close to you, shoving his face on your chest, to be precise. He let out a strangled groan.
Let's just say you survived the whole transformation because you're so horny for Albert fucking Wesker. The only reason you want the shot is because you've always wanted to peg him. Fuck the shit out of him, and obsess over him.
And evidently, the tentacles are just an open book of your feelings. They're rubbing all over him and his leather turtleneck, some of the braver ones are publicly groping his butt.
“What the fuck, [name]? Get that thing away from my ass!” He groaned but he's so flustered, there's a soft redness on his usually pale face.
“Why can't I admire my beautiful darling, Albert? Do you know how long I've waited for this?” You whined back to him. Your hands are now on the zipper of his turtleneck, slowly turning it down while groping him. He lets out a series of gasps and soft grunts. When your finger softly pinches his nipple, he lets out one needy whimper that you've never heard from him before.
“Mmh, such delicious whimpers. Lemme take care of you, Albert. Please? My prettiest, neediest little thing. So touch starved that my touch makes you so hard.” You teased. Your knees are gently rubbing against his erection, and he could only growl, but it died down when you peppered kisses on his jawline.
He looks away, but gives a nod. For once Albert doesn't believe himself to let out a voice that is not a needy-laced sentence. And just after he nods, the tentacles go to work, and as always, rip his pants.
“Do you always have to rip my clothes, [name]? Can't you just take it off like a normal person?”
“Shush, Albert. It's hotter this way!”
After he's literally naked and is resting his dick between her inner thighs, they both go to work. Their lips are still on each other, and her tentacles are currently rubbing and massaging against his virgin ass. He's trying so hard not to moan, but how can he not? When he has the woman from his past kissing and her tongue all over his mouth, her hands splitting his ass cheeks open so her tentacles can do it's job easier.
“Aww, look at you… such a pretty boy.” You'd grin and smudge your lipstick over his face. He just looks so tired, and vulnerable. And he's getting redder at each praise. Seems like the notorious killer really loves admiration and compliments.
You slipped his weeping tip on your dripping cunt slowly. He lets out numerous, sweet moans that you haven't heard for a decade straight. His hands are gripping hard on your hips, his face stuck between your breasts while you petted his hair and cooed softly at him.
“Mmhm, my dirty puppy. Your dick is twitching so hard already~ Don't cum too quickly, okay?” you grinned and tapped his cheek with an index finger. Telling him to move is simply easy. He's eager to please. You'd never expect how compliant he could be. Maybe it's the nostalgic factor, because he knew you before all the mess happened, but then again, was he ever this kind to anyone else?
The smaller tendrils slowly get bold. They stretch just a little inside him, and he lets out a startled gasp. He glared down at you, but he's in no position to complain. Not when you're staring at him with a lovely smile, and you're gripping on his biceps like that.
“Wanna chicken out~? We can stop if you're uncomfortable.”
“Hngh, no! I can do this.”
So that's how now he got two tentacles up his ass all while still fucking the heck out of your pussy. You had used one of the tendrils to get the lube you've prepared. And yes you've fingered him quite gently before letting the tentacles get in. He's as red as a tomato now, and even if he didn't want to admit it, it feels rather nice.
“How are you holding up, big guy?”
“I…I’ll manage.”
And there goes the neediest sex in Albert Wesker's life. He's crushing you like a pretzel. Holding both your thighs on his shoulders, while his cock slipped in and out of your wet cunt. He's getting more sensitive with each thrust. He's been holding out for dear life by now.
“L-let me cum.”
“Awww, you wanna cum? I'm sure good boys would say something else.”
“I am not saying that line, [name]! Just let me cum!”
“Well, dirty boys don't get to be greedy. Think it over when you decide you'll be good, Albert.”
So because of his own ego and inability to say the word, “please”, he's overstimulated to the core. Each slap to his butt, or a hickey on his collarbone makes him spasm, but he holds himself just before he could cum. If you told him to stop and pull out, he'll whine, literally. And his dick is already red, it's genuinely about to start getting purple.
You pushed him down and kissed him again, your hand on his oozing dick, rubbing against his tip. You cupped his balls and went to work on his cock after a short makeout. The tentacles inside him are hitting new spots, and he's whimpering even more. His crimson eyes are getting glassy from the stimulation.
“Ngh – let me cum, please… I can't hold it back anymore.” He'll grovel and whimper. And it felt like 100 love arrows just pierced through your chest. You're smiling and kissing his tip before letting it enter your cunt again.
“Such a good boy! See? Isn't it easy to just be polite and let yourself fall to my arms. You're finally breaking down, aren't you, Albert~?”
“I can't… think straight with a tentacle up my ass, [name]! B-but yes, I fear I'll…”
He groaned as you rode him hard. With a soft slam, he moans and grips on your shoulders. His dick finally spurted all the cum he needed to unleash. And by the time he's done, there's a pool of sperm below the both of you, the liquid apparently escaping your pussy because he keeps thrusting even when he's already in you.
After letting him take a breather for five minutes, of course you have to pay him back. You rose up from his arms, and he looked so heartbroken thinking you'd leave, but then you opened his legs and slipped between them.
“Time for an experiment, Albert. Can these tentacles be my dick of the day?”
“WHAT?”
There goes Albert's ego. It's stomped and then shredded into a million pieces. You apparently think it's a good idea to let the tentacles wrap around your pelvis to be a makeshift strap. Entering him is easy, but seeing him cover his face with one of his arms is just plainly funny.
“Arms off, don't cover those beautiful eyes from me, sweetie.” You smack his hand away, and he growls, but as you grind against his ass, he huffs and looks elsewhere.
Each thrust earns you a soft moan from him. He tries to hide it at first, but then his dick gets hard, and you start biting on his pecs and abs, leaving countless blooming bruises at your wake.
“Fuck! I-i wanna cum again…” he'll slurred. Your tentacles have become more cheeky and brave, evident by the fact that they're currently groping Albert's pecs and teasing his nipples more.
You two spent the night (or day? To be honest no one is keeping note) together tangled in the sheets with many of your horny ideas. Albert came at least three times and he looks like he's in both bliss and suffering at the same time.
But at least you're still around. After the fifth round the both of you are already tired. He trapped you with his weight and legs. He wouldn't admit it, but he didn't want you to leave again. He didn't want you to disappear tomorrow and he'll get 0 closure this time.
As your hands gently carded through his hair, he found himself getting lulled to a gentle sleep for the first time in years. The complications like him not being able to walk tomorrow is future! Wesker's problem, not the current! Wesker, who's receiving hums and kisses by probably the only lady that could outfreak him in every way.
A/n : I'm so thirsty it's not even a joke??? I love comedy, so even the sex bits needs to have it, mwehhee. Thanks for the ask, anon!!
- You decided that Orion is one fine specimen you have to investigate. You started giving him more attention at classes.
- The other students are obviously wondering why you're staring whenever Orion is looking elsewhere. The way you furrowed your eyebrows, nose scrunched up while you stare at the shirt button that is currently holding his pecs from overflowing out.
- The boy in question obviously realised. He's irritated at first, but he starts seeing the appeal. Though it only happened after yelling and huffing at [name]. She just looked at him with suspicion in her eyes.
- so, Orion and [name] are now, 'buddies', to their other classmates. And [name] keeps infos on what her muse is wearing on their twitter, and corresponds it with what Orion wears.
- unfortunately he doesn't use lingerie to school anymore (he's EMBARRASSED, and mortified about what he did). He also noticed your attention, and hey, he actually likes it because he's kinda a narcissist.
- but you're of course, on your detective mode. You kept eyeing him, every speck of his body, movements that shows more skin, everything.
- He's not as mean now, maybe because you keep glazing him about how pretty he is, and how his legs would flex automatically when he moves.
- ultimately, you ended up on a gym 'date' with him. He's standing with a tight compression shirt, and you swore you've seen it before.
- workout is very distracting, because you're on the treadmill behind him and his ass is bouncing everywhere, and you're starting to get dizzy from the horniness. You're pulling yourself together from coming over and spanking him across those melons.
- He kept demanding you help him though. Whenever his water bottle is empty, or he wants to do some stretching, he'll ask you to be the one rolling out the yoga mat (what a spoiled brat, but you did it without question because sheesh, he looks adorable when he's demanding).
- after the workout and internally memorizing the shirt. You went home and scrolled over the twitter thirst trapper's account. And voila, you found the SAME shirt!
- but same shirt doesn't mean it's him. The shirt itself was probably mass produced, but you're aching to know.
- and your lucky day finally came. One day, Orion is way too horny to control himself after a particular prank gone wrong. Apparently the other girls think it's funny to dump water all over your body (they put a bucket of water on the door, jerks). And Orion saw your bra bloom through the white shirt you're wearing.
- he doesn't want to admit it, but you make him feel hot and bothered. He's a popular guy, everyone swoons over him, but you look at him like you're hungry, and he's the five course meal laid out in front of you.
- so of course, he gets bold. He goes to the bathroom stall to masturbate. This school is full of degenerates anyways, masturbating is pretty normal and tame for him.
- and fortunately, he's LOUD. he's one kinky man and he's out here whining while fisting his own dick.
- and he's a dumbass that forgot to lock the damn door. After you switched up to your backup shirt, you practically heard a siren's call from the men's bathroom. Your head practically goes to see if there's cameras around. There isn't, so you got inside.
- you pulled the door open and came face to face to Orion, whose eyes are getting full of tears, and his dick resting on his large hand, the veins are about to pop from how many times he's denied himself. He looks repulsed for someone who's been fisting himself for probably five minutes by now.
- You got inside and locked the door shut. Orion gasped and whimpered as you shoved him down until he was sitting on the toilet. His tip is so red, and you swore it spurted out more pre at the sight of you looking down at him.
"God damn, Orion. You're a slut." You started while pulling on his tie. It acts as a makeshift leash now. And he moans again. His lips turned downward, while his eyes glistened with need.
"P-please. 'can't cum..." He whined out. He's been trying to cum for minutes, and he didn't know why but it's not coming out!!
- so, you did him a favor by wrapping your warm hand on his tip. Your lips are on his ears, whispering filthy words while moving your hands up and down. His hips keeps jolting even when you've shushed him and told him to keep it down.
"What a needy, dirty puppy you are, Orion." You whisper while kissing his tears away. He twitched even harder on your smaller hand.
- masturbating on his own never felt this exhilarating. This is so, so fun. He let out a deep breath and moaned again. He swore he's going to cloud nine with how much physical contact and rubs you're giving him.
- after one brush to his slit, he finally cums all over your hand. His head threw itself back and he let out a high-pitched squeak before laying slump on the tank. His peach-colored cock keeps spurting as you grinned down at him though.
- knowing you two are already late anyways, you decided to tease him more. You stripped him naked (after he looked at you with the prettiest puppy eyes ever), and you bit on his left nipple. He hissed but moans again, his dick already hard.
- you two got very productive in that cubicle. He cums a lot and almost passes out if you didn't kiss him.
- let's just say... You knew him better in that one specific hour in the cubicle, more than the times you ever spent with him.
A/N : sorry if it's rushed!!! My writing's a bit bad now because I haven't had the time to write shgshsj. Hope you love it anon!
Haiii, can i request a really lazy reader and a sub Ysn who’s love language is acts of service? I LOVE your depiction of yanderes btw <333
Awww, this is so adorable, anon!!
Yandere! Chef x lazy! Fem! Reader
CW : fluff, worship, so much love, cunnilingus, riding, p in v.
- So... You're one lazy bastard. You work, go home, and just lay on the bed after changing into your pajamas before letting the cushions swallow you whole.
- thankfully you have yan! Chef around! He's a very devoted man, really. A famous head chef, but a sweetheart to you. He's mean with everyone else! But at home, he's as affectionate as a kitten begging for neck scratches.
- yan! Chef is a head cook in a five star hotel. He works precisely from 8 AM to 4 PM, specializing in western food, but he's good with anything.
- yan! Chef, who comes to the bedroom wearing an apron and holding a glass of fresh vegetable and fruit juice he always made for you. He mixed them with some milk to elevate the taste without adding sugar, and it's always a hit because you always drink it all up.
- He'll be petting your hair, cooing about how perfect you are and that you're allowed to be tired when he's around. He'll always take care of you. He told you to take a bath first, because the beef stew he's making is still simmering.
- Once you're out of the bathroom, the smell of delicious stew, green beans, and cauliflower rice.
- He's already waiting with the cutest smile ever. When you came over, you cupped his cheek and gives him one, soft kiss. He feels like he's flying, and he insists on you eating first.
- He works very hard to get into his position. He received praises, money, or even criticism, but at the end of the day, only your opinion matters. Especially when you eat and thank him for everything that he has done to help you.
- It's not like you don't help him. You do. You go grocery shopping with him, gym, or even cook with him when it's weekends and the two of you have nothing to do.
- He just wants to make your life easier. He doesn't come from a rich family, so he knows how complicated it is to have a tight-scheduled job. He can now be lenient on himself because he has all the experience as a head cook now.
- even during sex, he's still as gentle as he can be. He'll do anything you say. If you feel horny while gaming, you don't even need to stop playing, just tell him, and he'll be there worshipping you and trapping his head between your thighs.
- He's always seeking your approval. Occasionally looking up and rubbing your inner thigh, hoping to hear your soft moans or pets on his head. While his tongue is doing its best to pleasure you.
- And if you ever decide he's doing anything too slow or not adequate enough as you wanted, you can always dominate him. Just pull him up to the bed and pull down his pants. He has his dick already wet and weeping, but he's not prioritising himself, not when he has a beautiful angel like you.
- riding him is the easiest task ever. He'll be letting out the cutest moans ever. His large, calloused hands gripping on your hips. His lips all over yours as you pulled him into a kiss.
- he's a certified good boy. Despite everything, he'll be the one doing aftercare and wiping everything with baby wipes. He'll bring you some dessert, perhaps tiramisu or cut fruit, before joining you back to bed to watch the TV together with you.
A/N : sorry for the late response anon! Hope this is good enough huhu....
Thoughts on a rabbit boy hybrid and a big bad wolf y/n?
Bunny boy was a pet in a poor home so he escaped, but is having a horrible time out in the woods
He was not made for the outdoors man 😔
So when y/n sees a lost little piece of eye candy they obviously couldn't pass up a chance to make him their new wife
Imagine it when the height difference 💖💖💖
I'm going insane rn man 🫢
Aww anon this is such a good idea... And excuse my horny thoughts AHAGSHSHSJW
Yan! Rabbit Hybrid x Big bad Wolf! Reader
CW : abuse, implied SA, bunny being way too trusting, cuntboy! Bunny.
- Yan! Rabbit is an abused pet living with a master that mistreats him way too much. At first he gaslights himself that it's how rabbits are supposed to be treated.
- He has several bruises and his inner thighs always hurt when he's trying to walk, but he didn't understand why. And receiving kisses from his master feels so forceful. His other hybrid friends told him that it's supposed to feel good.
- So, yan! Rabbit decided to run away. But he sucks at staying alive. The other forest rabbits and hares bullies him for being too soft, and he's driven away from their territory.
- He could only eat rotten mushrooms and murky water because he has no survival instincts whatsoever. He cried and tried to find his way back home, but stopped because he didn't want to go back.
- you, the big bad wolf who found a small rabbit passed out near your cave. You poke him with one of your nails and he's still sleeping, though his breaths are shallow.
- you, who decides that he's way too thin to eat. You'll feed and fatten him up before devouring him. And besides, he looks kinda cute?? He can be the eye candy on your cave.
- yan! Rabbit, who woke up in an completely different place he swore he slept at. Now he's afraid, but then a mountain of fruits falls from above him, making him flinch and look at you.
- and you, who was munching on a ripe mango while tapping your foot. At least this pretty thing has woken up. But then yan! Rabbit jumps to hug your legs, thanking you for saving him.
- you're actually shocked because most animals are scared of you. Well, you don't mind their fear. You're aware that you're EATING their kind. So it's fine, but seeing a rabbit actually hugging you makes you think he's super dumb.
- yan! Rabbit who starts acting like a housewife on your cave. He insists on making himself useful so you wouldn't feel like he's a burden. He swore he's a good boy! Please love him :(
- you, who found the bruises and marks on his body. You're disgusted beyond measures with the despicable act you just saw.
- you, who started treating the bunny better after that. You fed him so many fruits and vegetables, and the lines of eating him starts to kinda blur.
- yan! Rabbit, who gets seductive because he thought that's what you want. You stopped him and puts him on horny jail though (aka the cornermost part of your cave).
- yan! Rabbit, who lets out the sweetest smell and cries when you're trying to hunt for food. Winter is coming, and you'll need a lot of meat for you and veggies for him. But he latched onto your chest and whimpers ever so cutely.
- yan! Rabbit, who uses his pheromones just to weaken you up and cuddle you. He's kinda humping though, poor guy is going to heat without all the suppressants his master gave him.
- so you better take that dick out and fuck that pretty, fat cunt with all the will you have. Because that smell is practically fucking your brains out. And besides, he looks to eager to say anything but yes to you.
A/N : I ACCIDENTALLY POSTED THIS AAAAA IF YOU'RE READING THIS, ANON PLEASE PRETEND YOU DON'T SEE THE UNFINISHED PART 😭😭
