Yandere rich man! Your partner sells his company so that he has enough money to invest and have liquidity to take care of you extraordinarily for the rest of your life together. Now he wants to dedicate all of his time to pampering, spoiling, loving, and taking care of you full time. He's not even a stay-at-home husband. He's staying all up in your business, on you physically. You cannot breathe air without him filtering it for you, husband.
Yandere rich man! Everyone fantasizes about the CEO yandere husband that's always super busy, but he's obsessed with you. I want a man that's super successful and has sold his company or is taking a back seat from his company and still has all of his equity and liquidity so that he can spend time paying attention to me.
Yandere rich man! He built the company and either sold it, stepped down and got a different CEO, or he's there as a chairman for very large singular decisions that he can dedicate most of his time to. He's not out golfing and lollygagging and finagling. He is fangirling over you.
I want a rich man that can afford to be audaciously and annoyingly in love with me. You're like, "Do you even have a job?" Well, yes, he did, but now his job is being there for you full time, whatever you want. This grown-ass man that sold a nine-figure company is now your errand boy to go grab you your matcha lattes, your dirty chives, your cappuccinos, your early afternoon bag of chips from your company's cafeteria.
Dr. Seraph is so adorable he's giving me cuteness aggression...
lab experiment gone wrong where he (temporarily) becomes a dogboy kemonomimi? he'd go crazy if his darling was riding him and he got to knot them. mandatory cuddles...
New Dr. Seraph enthusiasts detected! 🚨🫵 Also I totally second this idea, I loveeee the kemonomimi trope 😆❤️
I feel that if Vincent accidentally transformed himself into a hybrid while experimenting, his first reaction would be to hide it as much as possible, including to his boss. At first he’d think that this is a failure and he'd be embarrassed to be seen like this by his darling, but when he’s faced with reader’s cuteness-aggression to his new form, he quickly realizes how to utilize it to his advantage.
Also he would totally have traits of a cavalier King Charles (we can thank Mellsfern for the breed idea). The floppy ears just fit his pathetic self so perfectly!
CW below : NSFW, bottom reader and knotting
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You couldn't resist him. Really, you couldn’t. There was just something so irresistible about the way his tail wagged at the speed of light any time his eyes landed on you and the way his floppy ears framed his face. So when you told your team you were going to take “care” of him, you had your own hidden agenda, and anyone fighting in the rooms adjacent to where you were could only assume he was getting his ass beaten based on his loud whimpers and moans.
Was he louder than usual because of his new canine attributes? He did seem more sensitive when your fingers rubbed the inside of his dog ears.
As you bounced on his member, curiosity got the better of you and your hand reached out to carefully part his lips to see if his reaction would be amplified. The man under you mumbled unintelligible words of confusion, yet he didn’t stop you from pushing your fingers inside his mouth. On the contrary, his eyelids grew heavier and he pressed his tongue against your digits, clearly attempting to lick them. While this submissive display made you want to nibble his cheeks as retribution for being so cute, the mad scientist's desires got the better of him as he lifted his hips in one swift buck. It was enough for him to reach his breaking point as a screamed out repeated whimper, loud enough to give you tinnitus.
Your back arched up on impact and a gasp escaped your lips, like his cock had punched the air out of you. Your entrance felt completely stuffed now, which was a mile away from what you were used to. Surprised at this foreign and quite worrying sensation, you tried to push yourself off his cock, but you quickly realized that you were locked in place. At this sudden turn of events, scientific curiosity gleamed through the worn-out but blissful expression on Vincent’s face. His hands gently traveled your skin from your thighs to your hips, betraying his interest.
“I k-knotted… you.” Despite the breathlessness of his tone, this sounded more like an ecstatic realization on his part than an attempt to explain to you what was happening.
And you, on the other end, were dumbfounded and not pleased at all. You had a team to go back to, you couldn’t let them find you in this predicament!
“D-Don’t worry, w-we’re not stuck!” Though his voice sounded suspiciously upset by that fact, “We’ll be released once I finish c-cumming…em… inside you.”
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This was my first time writing about “knotting”, I hope I did it justice 😩
Kokkai and Hikaru with a oblivious reader who doesn’t know/think the boys enjoy their company outside of friendship 🤤🤤
Like I’m talking they interpret a date as a fun friendly hangout ><
Friend...zoned?!💀 In This Day And Age?
Warnings: No pronoun for reader, no established relationship. No use of y/n. Subtle yandere themes. Yandere vs Yandere...or is it?
Note: An oc request? OH I'M WETTT!! No, actually, though this would piss Hikaru wayyyyy off. HE'S WHORING HIMSELF OUT TO YOU. WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW HE LIKES YOU? Kokkai just thinks it's funny.
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Hikaru is at his wits' end. He's tried practically everything short of straight-up smothering you in his drool, and still you can't seem to get the hint. It's not like he's trying to be subtle here. Hikaru's really, really not.
It kind of drives him crazy, actually. It just feels like you're constantly teetering on the verge of rejecting him, but just not quite. Is it because he isn't flirtatious enough? Touchy enough? Er...romantic enough? Hikaru knows he isn't the most charming, but he's trying here damnit it. He really, really likes you.
It's even worse because he keeps using this blind spot as a place to splay himself out and loiter. Kokkai adores your obliviousness. It's so fucking annoying.
He's always intruding on your dates, which is even worse because you don't seem to get it through your thick skull that you're on one! Do you think Hikaru puts this much effort into spending time with just anyone?
"Ko'...I told you we were busy today, didn't I?" Hikaru spits with barely restrained venom as his childhood friend strikes once again. The slob excitedly strolls up to your side, eager to greet. "Yeah, which makes it even funnier that we're running into each other like this! Time must fly when you're having fun, huh?"
He's always doing that. Cosplaying coincidences. For a guy who operates with a known limp, he sure does manage to get around a lot. Always in your vicinity too...can't Hikaru have one thing to himself?
Kokkai doesn't actually encourage your obliviousness as much as it seems like he does. He wants you...to gloss over his particular habits, not endanger yourself with your lack of room readability. "Ah...don't you think it's weird that Hika' stares at you like that so much? No? Hm..."
He'll shrug, pressing his low total sum weight up against your side. "I dunno...pretty suspicious to me. Hika' doesn't like anyone, let alone me."
Kokkai watches, pretending he's searching for one thing when it's really the other. He's waiting for those flickers of doubt to rise. For you to avert your gaze, or second-guess yourself. Is it really so unbelievable that someone would have a crush on you? "I think you're hurting his feelings, honestly."
Kokkai doesn't need romance; what he wants is control. Entertainment. So long as Hikaru can prove he can play nice with you...Kokkai's...decently content with watching from the sidelines. Even if he isn't thrilled about it.
Calem with a reader who is so so bratty and so so mean. Never leaving the castle nor interacting with your people. They rage about your cruelty and your iron fist, but your ever-loyal knight revels in it.
He often finds you wandering off in the gardens, huffing and puffing about one thing or the other. The only way he can convince you to come back inside is to take the brunt of your attitude. Always smacking and hitting at him, treating him like a dirty mutt under your shoe. It's exhilarating.
Calem hopes to preserve you like this, a spoiled royal who does whatever they want with whoever they want. He's your sword and shield after all. A limb for your tyranny among the people. It's not his fault you don't favor them as you favor him. Ha!
Calem desperately wants you to be a spoiled tyrant. He lives to serve you and so of course you should demand everything you deserve, he’s more than happy to mow down any angry mob that might appear on your doorstep, perhaps if the citizens are a threat you won’t have to speak to so many worthless people. If he had his way, you wouldn’t speak to anyone but him. Calem takes on a lot of the duties of a personal servant, your last butler had somehow disappeared within a week of Calem first being free of the dungeon. With how cruel and sadistic you are the staff are glad to shirk any responsibility of speaking directly to you.
Calem with a spoiled reader really roams the castle with an air usually reserved for a beloved fat cat. Though he’s rarely spent a day without a new wound from you, it’s a mystery the kitchen discusses nonstop, you must be giving him some sort of reward for him to be so smug and loyal. Calem tells them the truth whenever he can, “Servicing the king is more reward than I can hope to be worthy of,” usually followed by a snarky hiss, “Perhaps if you understood, he would look kinder upon your repulsive visage…”
To Calem they would enjoy your cruelty if they were deserving of pleasure at all, after all, each red mark you bless him with burns with desire far longer than the pain stings. He often requests you inflict deep bruises or cuts before he has to leave your side for any battle. He’s become somewhat infamous among the troops for pressing at these wounds before battle(some lucky few have even overheard the great knight whimper your name like a bitch as he does so). When he does return, especially from crusades he envisions you beating him until his vision spots as his reward and will be disappointed and sometimes even suspicious if you are too kind to him.
Hellooo! Can I request your influencer yan pampering us :3
Pampered - Headcanons
Warnings: Yandere Char, suggestive(?)
💄Ezra is a D-1 pamperer. Like he LOVES getting you into a soft bathrobe that barely reaches your mid-thigh. He loves the way it rides up when you sit down, leading to you apologizing with an embarrassed heat creeping up your neck.
💄He loves ordering take out; see he isn't the best at cooking. Give him a recipe that explains it to a tee, and he'd still burn the meal. So, feeding you takeout dressed as his own cooking is the way to go.
💄Ezra brushes your hair, even when you dont need it fixed. He feels the softness of your hair and likes the way it tickles his body when both of you are cuddling closely when watching some cheesy rom-com.
💄Though when you joke about not being able to make it to the next pampering session, he will genuinely almost start to bawl his eyes out.
💄Another kind of pampering he loves to do, is to shower you with fancy dinners and jewelry. His influencer money is rolling in 60k biweekly thanks to YouTube and sponserships.
💄Tell him you like the way the shoes shine in the light? Bought the very next day!
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Nobody asks for these two (Yan! Influencer and rockstar)... Luca and Angelo has all the spotlight :-|
Summary: Another day in the life of this...pampering situationship. You service him, and well, the mysterious vampire does the rest.
Warnings: Sub! Bottom character, Dom! Top AMAB reader, No pronouns are used for reader, Usual yandere shenanigans, technically necrophilia (and discussion of that but yk...he's a consenting vampire), mention of blood/murder/alchoism, fingering, anal penetration, no use of (y/n),
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There's always something new to find in the Kizuaki manor. Delicacies, jewelry, antiques beyond wealth and memory. Sometimes you have enough courage to pocket a trinket here and there, but you'll still have to travel out of town to sell them. Surely whatever figure you might find at the pawn shops here wouldn't know how to keep their mouths shut.
Tonight, you're preparing a drink. In life, Tamashi tells you he was a terrible alcoholic. Now in death, the effect of liquor, no matter how strong, does little but electrify his senses. You...rather enjoy putting that assumption of his to the test. He still likes the taste of whatever mixture you can scrounge up for him, so it works out well enough.
You shift through one of the wine racks, reaching for whatever's collecting dust in the back. Oftentimes, you can't even get the bottles open with a cork popper like normal. So you have fun breaking them and doing your best not to get the glass bits in the end product. You're not totally sure if you've consistently succeeded in that, but the vampire in question hasn't said anything about it, and you doubt he's ever going to start.
By the time the echo of clocks striking nine echoes throughout the house, the master of the house's 'breakfast' is done. Really, you don't have to do any of this. You aren't a maid, nor a servant, nor...anything, actually. Tamashi commonly refers to you as a dear friend, his love, his darling. There are still paintings of his long-deceased wife hung up in the most important corridors of the house, but he also lets you fuck him in the ass when you bite at the right opportunity. You never know with him.
You cross your fingers in hopes that this is one of those latter nights.
Tamashi hasn't yet risen by the time you enter his room. Stirring, maybe. But you take your sweet time unloading the tray you've brought with you before attempting to peek under the beckoning coffin's lid. You knock once, twice, before opening it. Revealing the undead beauty underneath.
He lives up to the stereotype of being gorgeous and all. It's almost disgusting to see up close. How smooth and supple his eternal youth is in retrospect of his age. Thank god filler and botox wasn't available back whenever then was.
"Darling." Tamashi suddenly blinked, awake as anyone can be. "Good evening to you as well." His lips easily curl into that ever-pleased grin of his. It makes you want to spit.
Instead, you play nice. Lending a hand as the vampire rises properly. It's always a treat to see what he's donned for bed the morning before. Gowns and gowns and gowns of flowing white, but always embroidered with flowers about the collar. A very important touch of the times, you're sure.
Instead of the vanity, you push Tamashi back towards his neglected canopy bed. Since you've begun practically living here part-time, the mattress has somehow regained some of its bounciness. You try to imagine the elegant man before you struggling to put in a new foam cover and sheets, but it's just silly. Maybe household chores are part of the roster of those mysterious vampiric powers of his.
"What are you smiling about, hm?" Tamashi hums, brushing the back of his knuckles against your face. In his off hand, he reaches for your devious concoction. If you weren't laughing before, you're certainly snickering now. "Oh, mon dieu, that is...disgusting." He shakes off.
Still...he drinks all of it, which is even grosser.
He mirrors you when you stick your tongue out, but the carefree disposition melts into something a little more sure when you tug him down to meet his. Tamashi always overcompensates when he kisses you. His jaw widens more than it needs to, and his tongue carefully shields you from accidentally knicking yourself on his fangs. Always babying you. Whatever.
Blindly, perhaps a little foolishly, Tamashi sets the wine glass down behind him, onto the side table. It doesn't fall, so neither of you care to confirm its stability. The liquor is hot on his breath, nasty to taste, but you can't get enough of it coming from his mouth. "Ah...my dear, were you waiting for me this whole time? Aha. You seem to know exactly what you want."
So what if you do? Otherwise, he'd just spend the whole time petting you like a hyperactive dog.
"Oh!" Tamashi gasps, propping himself up by his palms when you tug him over to you. "Mh...why, of course. Have at me all you'd like, lover."
You can never decide if it's annoying or not when he talks like that.
Tamashi lets you suck and fuck his mouth with your own, keeping his jaw wide and limp in case of injury. You take your time rolling up his nightgown. Revealing nothing beneath. If it were the first time you'd seen him like that, you might have teased him for being naughty, but that'd only result in a lecture on health and practicality. "You must let the regions breathe, my love. You mustn't suffocate them."
Yeah right.
Gently, you add your fingers to the slicking mess between your lips. Wider, Tamashi's smile curls. Pliant yet watchful as you wet those digits as you see fit. You can't help but trace just up the back of his left fang. They're not as razor-sharp there, but your skin still prickles regardless. "Ah-ah." Tamashi lightly chides. "Out, out of there, you beast."
So down your fingers dance. Tracing a certain manliness softened by different times and ages. Only topped off by a personal feminine touch.
"There...ah...only you would dare." There is little reserve, nor exaggeration, as you pry and prod at Tamashi's asshole. His moans are soft and true. Dancing that delicate line of elegance and fever. It's a long process to sink your fingers down to the knuckle, especially without lube, but you manage. Tamashi's found himself much more capable than he thought (with your assistance, of course).
It's odd to watch this close. That same uncanniness can strike your human heart if you let it. He pants without a beating heart to race. He shies with no flush to warm his face. How much of that is performance? Second nature with no reason to act on it still? His desire is true, but what else is not?
Whatever, you're hard anyway.
This time, you push the man down onto his back. Spreading him wide now with lube into tow. There's a box now on his bedside table for you and you alone. This half-empty bottle is only one of many throwaway items within.
"The gown stays on? Ah, yes, of course it does." Tamashi imitates a curtsy, but there's not much he can manage in this position. "Oh! I jest, do not tease this old man." He laughs as you pull him in. "...gentle, my love. You know how I like it."
Romantic, passionate, slow. Lots of eye contact. You know. His insides are a loose, shivering cool to slide into. No death grip here. It feels more satisfying than it sounds. "Darling...here, here. Closer." Tamashi curls, throwing his arms around you. You find your rhythm then, a gentle plap of your testicles against the meet of his ass. It's cute.
"Does it...mh, feel good, my love?" Tamashi coos, tracing every crevice of your expression. "Satisfactory enough for as long as you've been waiting?" Tamashi blinks when you cover his mouth with your palm, and then laughs again when you force him back against the bed. He nods without question, allowing one of his hands to drift down to his own length. Stroking himself in tune with your shallow thrusts.
The natural warmth of your body feels obnoxiously feverish when laid against his frigid one, but it makes every caress and connection that much more electric. A brush of the nipple here, a twitch of the toe there. All a reminder that he's right here next to you. It's a connection, even if you aren't quite sure of its label.
You're definitely pushing it, pulling out as you do at the last second. A bit of your semen catches on the vampire's pert rim, but most of it is dislodged across Tamashi's pale skin. Milk on milk, if you would dare to say. You don't. Not literally.
"...my gown, you naughty thing." He muses, scooping up the worst of the small puddle that has collected over the dip of his navel. "I should have guessed." Tamashi sighs, continuing to languidly stroke himself under your swimming gaze. "...should I also anticipate awakenings like this more often?"
