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[rufinator]

"Come on down to Cap'n Clark's Furniture Shop!"

[be-xkyy]

── .✦ 𝑌𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑊𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑤𝑜𝑙𝑓

✦ Warning: sexual content, breeding kink, possessive, obsession, bullying (mentioned), broken bones (mentioned), persecution, bite (mark), knots, dirty talk, public sex, exhibitionism.

✦ Tagging list: @kthehoeforfictionalmen ★ @dreamlessnight ★ @riawrld ★ @darkuni63 ★ @ireneheart2

✦ Published after a while, this OC is a yandere but also a soft one, meaning he goes from 0 to 100 in 1 second even though it doesn't seem like it, and the curious thing is that he doesn't feel much affection for anyone, not even for his children, only for Reader. 😬

✦ MASTERLIST

Yandere Werewolf who belongs to the same pack as you. You two are almost the same age, so you've known each other since you were basically puppies.

Yandere Werewolf who was born with heterochromia, one of his eyes being blue and the other brown. For that simple fact, the other children in the pack constantly bullied him. It didn't help that he was a skinny, lanky kid. But you always came and scared away the children who bothered him.

Yandere Werewolf who as a child, already claimed that the moon goddess would make you two mates, which made you roll your eyes and stick out your tongue at him before walking off at a steady pace while he followed you around like a happy puppy.

Yandere Werewolf who as he grew older became stronger and more intimidating so those who bullied him now stayed away from him, despite his intimidating presence with everyone else he acted like a lovesick puppy around you.

Yandere Werewolf who notices that you haven't become completely indifferent to him, as you flirt with him and even flatter him from time to time, which makes his mind spin and his heart race.

Yandere Werewolf who mercilessly intimidates any wolf who wanders around you with romantic or flirtatious intentions. The boldest ones end up with broken noses or ribs after fighting with him. He always ends up coming to you just to whine and show you his small cuts. He only tolerates your shared friends.

Yandere Werewolf who harshly rejected all the other girls in the pack who tried to have a 'relationship' with him. He didn't understand how other wolves could relate to people other than their partners. But don't worry, darling, he'll wait for you.

Yandere Werewolf who gets excited and crazy when the night of the moon goddess's bonding ceremony finally arrives. After much dancing, singing, and worshiping the goddess, the waiting time ends and what he's been waiting for happens: the bond, the beautiful bond of a couple unites him with you. He meets your gaze from where you were dancing near the campfire.

Yandere Werewolf who is eager and just wants to mark you as his and for you to mark him as yours. He wants to mate with you. He blinks when you smile playfully at him, and you transform into your wolf form before running into the forest. He smiles and transforms and runs after you, through the forest. He's going to catch you, Petal.

You run through the forest, dodging branches, brambles, and roots. The wind rustles your fur, your heart pounding in your ears as you hear Koda following close behind. His large paws scratch the ground beneath him, and he lets out a howl that fills the air, breaking the silence. Your wolf purrs inside you, mate.

Your paws carry you out of the forest toward the clearing near the lake where the two of you (and other wolves) used to swim as pups. You slow down when you notice Koda doesn't seem to be following you. You look up into the trees, trying to sense him. Your senses sharpen even further, and you flinch when he suddenly leaps at you, sending you both tumbling through the soft grass. His weight crushes you as he rubs his snout against yours.

You close your eyes as his rough tongue lovingly licks your fur. His tail twitches vigorously, and he growls happily as your eyes meet his. With a silent signal, you both transform into human form. You close your eyes as he leans down, kissing your neck. Your arms wrap around his muscular shoulders, your fingers playing with the cord of his collar.

“Did little petal want a chase? Catching up to you was so easy, petal.” He murmurs playfully against your neck.

“Only because I wasn't taking this race seriously! You know I'd destroy you in a real chase.”

“Of course, my little petal is the fastest wolf in the whole pack.”

“Phew, silly.” You mutter and he laughs warmly.

“Just for you, petal.”

You hum, pleased at his words, and he places one last kiss on your neck before moving up to kiss you. His lips press firmly against yours. You part your lips, and his warm tongue slides into your mouth, exploring.

His calloused hands touch your heated skin, exploring every crevice and cranny with interest and devotion. His hands find their way to your breasts, kneading the flesh and pinching your nipples, hard with excitement and the cool breeze. When he breaks the kiss, both of you are agitated, your lips swollen.

“You're truly sweet, little petal. You're so perfect, I can't resist, I need you.” His pupils are dilated, he leans in and rubs his nose against yours.

“Don't stop then, mate...”

He grinned like a kid at Christmas when you enticed him to take what he wanted. He wasted no time settling between your thighs, bending you in half and hooking your legs over his shoulders. You arched your back as his fingers rubbed your wet pussy, two fingers delving in, brushing against your tight walls.

"Ha! You're so warm and tight, and you smell so good, I think I'm going crazy, petal."

You breathe heavily as his fingers scissor inside you, your toes tense and you close your eyes at the pleasurable sensation his ministrations give you, your orgasm hits you like lightning and with a moan you cum on his fingers.

Your pussy clenches and throbs around his fingers. He pulls his wet fingers out and quickly brings them to his mouth, licking your essence clean. You whimper at the feeling of emptiness, which catches his attention and makes him coo.

“Shhh, calm down, Petal, your mate will take care of you properly, there's no need to whine.”

He grabs his hard member and quickly guides it towards your wet sex, rubbing the fat head against your folds and sliding inside you as you start to moan again, he grunts and his fingers dig into your thighs as he slides inside you until he bottoms out.

“Damn... you're so wet and warm... you're perfect, beautiful, divine, my beautiful petal.”

“Uhm... you talk too much...”

He kisses your cheek, smiling at your whimper of annoyance, and wastes no time before beginning to thrust vigorously into you. His cock slides in and out of your tight cunt, his balls slapping roughly against your velvety ass, and you arch your back, one of your hands digging into the ground and pulling up grass.

“You have no idea how long I've been dreaming about this! I always knew you were the girl for me, petal.”

He begins to ramble, without slowing the pace of his thrusts. One of his hands leaves your thigh to rest on your belly, and he smiles foolishly.

“I hope we have a whole litter of puppies. I'm sure they'll be very cute... that's a certainty since you'll be their mother, Petal~♡”

“Uhm!”

“Do you like the idea? Don't worry, we'll make it happen right now, Petal!”

Koda's voice is full of enthusiasm and pleasure. He feels your walls contract around his cock, squeezing it tightly. He rubs your clitoris with his calloused thumb, bringing you closer and closer to climax.

“Come on, Petal, cum! You're so precious, beautiful!”

Unable to stop yourself, you come on his cock. Your walls close around it, your love juices soak his member and drip down to his balls. Your climax brings him to his own with one last thrust. He buries himself deep inside you, his knot expanding as his semen fills your fertile womb.

“Fuck! It feels so good... take it all, Petal! Take it all and give me a whole litter of puppies!”

He growls, his long canines extending before he bites your neck hard, right above your glans, marking you. You let out a moan at the sensation, both painful and pleasurable.

When he releases you, he licks your neck over the mark before lovingly rubbing his nose against yours. When he calms down, still with his knot inside you, he checks that you're okay, which makes you gasp.

“I'm fine... stop acting like an annoying puppy...”

“I just want to make sure my beautiful mate is okay, Petal.”

He coos, and you roll your eyes, though your face is burning. You speak in a sulky voice.

“Don't expect me to cook for you, or to be a housewife or anything like that... ahem, I don't know how to cook...”

“I do know how to cook. I'll cook for you and our puppies.”

“I don't know how to wash clothes by hand either.”

“I'll buy an automatic washing machine.”

“Well, I don't like your cabin–”

“Then I'll destroy it and build one you like.”

Koda interrupts with a happy smile on his face, and you can't help but huff, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer.

“You're so annoying, Koda. You know, you don't have to say yes to everything I ask or do everything I don't want to do.”

You say with a sigh, though your dirt-covered fingers rub his back. When he speaks, his tone suddenly turns serious, and your connection as a couple turns cold, as if he's suddenly lost his emotions, which confuses you. His words make you blink.

“I would do anything for you. You're my mate and the mother of my future pups. I would do the laundry for you, cook for you, and rip the head off anyone who came near you. You're only mine, and no one, NO ONE, matters to me like you do, Petal.”

[limp-bizkit-dude]

❤️

[chongyuer]

▬▬▬ Synopsis: You live in your own world, exploring and collecting ores. Your goal is to start a farm, but as soon as the soil is tilled, rain begins to fall. You run back home, but you're not the only one seeking shelter. An Enderman appears on your porch—curious and not at all hostile. Surprised by its presence, you notice something strange: it watches you as if it understands everything, silently mocking your every move. There's something about it that feels... more human.

Tags: Scaramouche!Enderman x Reader, 2.400 words, NSFW, with plot, alternate universe, humanoid appearance, I'm not good with tags yet sorry

It was just another day living in the newly created world. The house's blueprints had been drawn from the moment you first set foot there. However, it wasn't until you gathered the right wood and stone that you were able to build it. It took more than two nights to complete, which, consequently, also served to increase your XP and enchant your tools.

And luckily, when she'd explored some caves earlier, she'd found a lot of diamonds. This helped her, even if it was just the basics; in a few days, she'd need to explore the other dimension to improve even further. But for now, it wasn't the time. Living alone, her household chores and survival duties doubled significantly.

The next step required planting a plantation. You were starting to get tired of eating only chicken, and you missed eating vegetables and bread. Even pumpkin pie would do, as long as you didn't eat just one thing.

With lunch served, you walked a little away from the building you called home and stood between the protective fence you'd put up to keep zombies from invading your yard. It was actually quite practical, but it didn't work against skeletons or endermen. Creepers were a special case, as they only explode if you got too close.

This happened a few times when she was distracted and suffered the explosion, breaking half the floor and disappearing her fence.

Half the day passed, and you'd managed to plow almost the entire field. The initial plan was to finish everything in one day, but the weather wasn't cooperating. The clouds in the sky suddenly turned gray, and the wind brought with it the smell of wet earth. With no choice, when the spray started falling, you had to run to the porch.

The flashlights were already on as night approached. You watched the rain fall for a while, testing the quality of the porch you'd built. Luckily, there weren't any leaks anywhere. As you considered your next steps, you heard a teleporting sound nearby. It wasn't too loud, but you couldn't decipher where it came from.

If the Enderman appeared, his sword should be in hand.

But before you could actually get up to retrieve it, purple particles were already visible. The creature was making a loud, indecipherable noise. It was quick, but you saw the black color before closing your eyes and lowering your head. It was obviously there to hide from the rain.

You got up, felt your way along the wall until you reached your door, and entered. Initially, you were supposed to grab your sword and kill him. But then a thought occurred to you. That Enderman was also fighting for his life, just like you. Besides, you didn't need to kill one just yet.

Making the final decision to leave him alone, he decided to lock the door and do something else while he waited for the rain to pass. However, the closer the night approached, the heavier the rain became. With little choice, all that was left was to try to sleep and wait for the next day.

You had a habit of always waking up at the same time in the morning. And as you approached your front door once more, the sound of the rain hadn't subsided. A frustrated sigh escaped your lips, and everything only worsened when you spotted the chest of seeds you'd left near the exit. Afraid it was raining, you didn't think twice before opening the door and leaving.

You immediately regretted it; the cold you felt made your body shiver and shiver. Running to the chest, you retrieved the seeds and turned to go back. It was at that moment that you looked directly at the creature still under your roof, motionless. You were so startled that the seed bags fell to the floor as you stared desperately at the ground.

Oh, sure. It was obvious that Enderman would still be there.

You looked at him, certain of it. Naturally, that was when he approached and tried to attack you. But so far, nothing came. No hostile screams, no teleportation. Nothing. You hurried and gathered the seeds from the ground, but the feeling that something was wrong persisted.

Giving way to curiosity, before entering the house, your hands went to your face, covering it until a gap was visible between your fingers. The moment you looked at the Enderman, his expression left you speechless. The corners of his mouth were pulled back in an almost sarcastic smile. He was mocking you with an air of superiority.

Shock made her frown immediately, her body retreating back into the room. It wasn't a figment of her imagination. Anyway, as long as he didn't attack, you'd probably be safe at home. Pushing any thoughts from her mind, she wandered to the stove to prepare the rest of the chicken she'd gathered last week.

Unfortunately, you didn't do anything really useful that day.

But to make up for this day spent cooped up at home, the next morning the rain had stopped, and your troubles seemed to have disappeared. The Enderman on the porch had left, and you were finally able to plant the seeds you'd so desperately wanted in your garden. While you didn't have much to complain about, some strange occurrences kept recurring.

If it wasn't blocks disappearing from her garden, it was new blocks being brought in and placed randomly inside and outside the fence. That's when she wasn't finding various flowers of different colors being left at her door. Initially, it was frightening. But with years of wisdom and study, she immediately knew the cause.

"Shit…" He cursed under his breath as he stared at the clump of dirt on his porch. Every time, you had to clean these spots to keep your house even remotely organized, you grabbed the stone shovel you'd already left in your inventory for this very purpose as you approached the mound of dirt.

Before she could dig, a loud teleportation sound rang out, and purple particles hovered in front of her, along with the black. The Enderman had teleported in front of her; the sudden contact caused her to stumble backward, falling pathetically to the ground. The pain wasn't severe, but enough to elicit a grunt.

"Not again…" You whimpered, feeling the contact of your palm against the ground. While you weren't paying attention, the Enderman held out his hand, containing a single blue flower. "This is…" You blinked a few times in confusion, your eyes rising to his level. This only confirmed the theory that he hadn't actually intended to attack you.

Still holding the flower outstretched, the Enderman hisses and swings its long arm toward you.

You're not sure what to do, but you end up picking up the flower. The gesture seems to have made the creature happy, as it appears to be celebrating. Still, the interaction doesn't last long. The Enderman teleports away and eventually disappears from your field of vision. Okay, then. Maybe you did the right thing?

…

As the days pass, your normal routine changes before your eyes. The Enderman from that day returned several times. Unlike the previous occasions, he simply remained motionless, watching you work or guarding your home. Interestingly, he even helped fight off approaching hostile mobs, as if protecting the place.

Because of this, it was no surprise to find him on your porch or at your bedroom window. The first time, you nearly fell out of bed when you saw his silhouette there. And even though you couldn't understand what he was saying, you knew he was amused.

It wasn't right away, but when you worked up the courage to actually approach him, you realized he wasn't as tall as most Endermen you'd encountered. Furthermore, the part of his head was also peculiar; its silhouette resembled a haircut, with dark strands falling down to his neck.

One night, when the heat decided to set in, you decided to put your pillows on the balcony to keep your newest friend company and escape the stuffy room. "It's better here..." You murmured, sitting on the floor, adjusting the pillows. The Enderman looked at you curiously, but didn't come closer. With the silence of the night and the slight coolness that was coming, several thoughts came together.

"I think... you need a name." The idea came unexpectedly, but it had a hint of meaning. That creature was practically living with you, helping you, protecting you. The Enderman didn't make a sound in response, just stood there staring. "You look like you've had many names, now it's time to choose a definitive one."

The names were listed in order and counted on your fingers, but no sound seemed to please you.

That's when the creature opened its mouth, the dark purple in its mouth deep. As always, it spoke words you could barely make out, but somehow you thought you heard something like "$c@r@m0u¢h3" being uttered. After several more tries, you finally managed to make it out. Scaramouche. That was the name it was saying.

"That was impressive! Scaramouche. But it's really long," you admit, giving a smirk. "How about Scara or Mouche? Scar sounds nice too." The mention of the latter nickname didn't seem to please him. "Heh, Scara, then." He wavered, looking away. You were so comfortable, you didn't even notice the strap of your nightgown slipping to the side, falling over your shoulder.

But the Enderman, Scaramouche, noticed.

His eyes glinted subtly as he stood up. He walked toward you, his long, large hands gripping your ankle. "Hey?!" The word escaped him as your body slid across the floor, coming to a stop just below Scaramouche. "What are you—" His sentence trailed off as he felt his hands reaching for his shorts. His heart slammed against his chest, and he quickly closed his legs.

The possibility of being touched by him crossed your mind and left your throat dry. It's true that since you woke up in that world, you were the only person in it, except for the Villagers who, well... didn't count. Soon, the lack of physical touch had to be overcome. Your knees gave way first, and the shorts you were wearing were being removed. Little by little, his hand found your panties.

The garment was removed in an instant. With your legs spread, Scaramouche could see everything, from the protruding flesh to the other hole. At first, you thought he would use his long fingers. But when something cold and wet pressed against your entrance, you looked at him once more. Crouched on the ground, his "hair" fell forward, and his thin, sticky tongue was long, very long.

The first lick was timid, as if testing the waters. But it was enough to make you shiver and cringe.

Rolling your tongue around the raised mound, you let out a louder moan. Scaramouche likes the sound he just heard, so he squeezes again, curling and sliding. Saliva, or what you thought was saliva, dripped down his long tongue, dripping and dirtying the floor. As he played around the edges, his tongue inadvertently entered your slit.

The sensation was different, he could feel it. It was hotter, stickier inside, and the inner walls pulsed and squeezed him. Scaramouche slid his tongue deeper, and you groaned. "Hm. That's it!" His voice trailed across the balcony. The way your feet twitched as your legs spread wider was a signal for him to continue.

You move your hips, seeking to take him deeper, and Scaramouche complies. His saliva mingled with your taste, and even though he tried to take it all, it still dripped down your thighs. He let out a husky noise, perhaps something akin to a groan. At some point, you could feel him deeper, pushing past the barrier you barely managed when touching yourself.

His body moved downwards, matching his tongue's movement.

"Fuck, that's it…" You feel your inner walls tremble, until you finally come. The release was so strong that your hips jerked forward, suspended in the air. You sighed through your teeth, feeling the ice of the floor against your warm body. Scaramouche's tongue slowly slipped out of you. Crawling toward you, he rises above your prone body.

Your legs are lifted up to his shoulder. You stare at him in confusion for a few moments, until you feel something thick press against your entrance. A cock. Since when did he have one? Either way, it slides inside, squeezing your inner walls and bumping against your cervix.

It's big. It stretches you completely. One hand is near your head while the other grips your thigh. When it finally slides in completely, you're whimpering, tears welling in the corners of your eyes. The sensation of being filled completely increases as it moves, slamming its body against yours.

It goes deeper than the tongue, catching the deepest spot that clouds your mind.

You don't even care what he is anymore, just that it's so good to have him there.

His mouth opens and his tongue slides out, penetrating the sweaty, sheer blouse he wore. One of your breasts is quickly enveloped by his sticky tongue, where he presses and licks the hard peak. You moan louder and more slowly, being driven to the brink of pleasure.

"Scara," you moan before your hands touch the Enderman. He makes a sound, going deeper than before. His thrusts become more violent and forceful, reverberating through your body. Adding another surprise to the night, Scaramouche suddenly stops moving, roaring as he releases hot spurts inside you.

The feeling of being filled didn't disappear; on the contrary, it intensified. Strangely, his cock seemed to have grown in size, and what's more, he wouldn't pull out. He continued thrusting inside as his own cum leaked out. You writhed, your hips throbbing. You wrapped your legs around his black body, forcing him deeper. Your body had given in once more, coming as you held him.

[ksyyy505]

March

[blockygraphics]

Art by Bazooka Bob, from the December 1998 C.E.G. artptack, rehosted on 16colors.

[vicious-mongrel]

The Remembrance

Supreme monster from our city of mist campaign. Commission for @/bananazack.bsky.social

[beypazar1]

he thinks we won't notice him adjusting his bra strap