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If I was sorry for my actions would I ever stoop so low

[yanderemasquerade]

Dark Elf Noble

Notes: Male dark elf x fem reader

He was a noble son of a powerful house, not that that meant much in his female dominated society. As the second boy of four, he was constantly overlooked and outshined, but that did nothing to dampen his cocky attitude. Circumstances dictated that he would never rise above his station, but he was exactly where he needed to be to meet you.

Sitting on the balcony of his stalagmite house, idly watching the slaves kept by his family go about their menial tasks as one watches fish in an aquarium, he spots you, a human woman! He'd never seen a human before, and you obviously stand out among the others, the majority being goblins, orcs, and kobolds. At first he considers you might be one of those evil surface elves he's heard about, but then you would look more slender and angular as himself. Instead, you have rounder and softer features with pinkish hues. You're also quite short and delicate looking compared to dark elf females who are typically bigger and more powerful than the males. It's exactly that which catches his interest, never before has he felt so easily superior to a female, and it instantly placates his overinflated ego.

He knows why you were placed here, to embarrass and demean you, to make an example of a female of another species. He needs you though, needs to explore these enticing feelings that just watching you presents, but he knows he couldn't ask permission. His matron mother would never allow him to keep you, to save you from your fate, nor would she grant a gift to her disappointing middle son. He also knows that he can't leave you here long, to fall as fodder to the brutish slaves around you. As he digests that inevitability, he realizes that if you go missing that would be the presumed reason.

As the town settled for rest, he crept into your holding. The others that possessed the same infrared vision he did quickly parted, not daring to stand in the way of a drow on a mission. Without the fairy fire of the courtyard though, you were totally blind in the void of darkness. You can't possibly see him coming, and you can't hear his assassin-like silent steps; it's childs play to him as he grabs you and holds a hand over your mouth. He whispers something to you, and as everything in this foreign world you don't understand a bit. You have no choice but to comply, and he leads you out into the city. It's as beautiful as it is foreboding, completely alien to you but even you can recognize the mastery of architecture. However the structure he brings you to is in disarray, it is the ruin of a house now destroyed, now forgotten. No one will have cause to come to this place again, except for him, to visit his new prize.

He lays out a bed roll for you, and lines it in blue fairy fire to dimly light the room enough for you to see. You slink into the corner, but you can understand that he's doing something nice for you, at least in some capacity. Even you could predict your fate if you had stayed in his family's compound. To what end has he brought you here, you're not sure, but anything is better than the alternative. He pulls out a scrap of food from his satchel, strange and foreign, but recognizably some sort of cooked meat. You reach out to take it and he slaps your face, firmly but not too forcefully. You look up to his face and he laughs softly, grinning ear to ear. The slap was not discipline, not meant to teach a lesson, it was purely because he could and it was fun to do so. He waits for you to reach back out for it, hesitantly this time, and then tussles your hair affectionately. You take a small bite to test the flavor, and then scarf it down unceremoniously. You're so unrefined in his eyes, like a frightened little animal, and he adores you for it. You will never be in a place to talk down to him, to make him feel small, in fact just this quick first interaction with you makes him feel more like a man than he ever has. He strokes your cheek and you shiver under his touch but don't dare pull away, to your understanding anything could set him off. He leans in slowly and holds his face uncomfortably close to yours, then kisses you softly with his eyes open to watch your reaction. You can't fight the spark you feel when you look into his ruby glowing eyes with his lips pressed against yours, and as you relax a bit and give into the kiss, he pinches your thigh, hard. Startled, you flinch back a little and whimper, and he laughs at you again. You were his most coveted possession now, and only he could have you.

[yanderemasquerade]

Captured by a Rogue Drow

Notes: NSFW, Male Drow x Fem Reader, dubcon

Your heart drops and your stomach lurches; you’re awake but you couldn’t be blamed for being unsure of it. Among the oppressive darkness, the only thing tethering you to reality is the jagged stone boring into your back and the faint sound of water trickling faintly in the distance. Cautiously, you prop yourself up onto your elbows and suck in thick and stagnant air. Strange soreness and disorientation freezes you in place as you try in vain to assess your surroundings. You try to blink away the night, and the night blinks back. 

Red eyes, unmistakable, pierce through the short distance and straight into yours, from just a few inches past your feet. Realization seizes you, you’ve heard enough of the legends, and far worse than the unknown, you know exactly where you are and what’s in front of you. Whys and hows are rendered inconsequential. Your chest goes numb, as if your breath and blood have already surrendered to the inevitable, and with the fleeting air you have left you only manage to whimper out, “Drow.”

He doesn’t speak your language, he has no need to, but he’s all too familiar with that word. Something about your recognition excites him more. He’d like to teach you his own name, to hear it in that pathetic tone, but Drow will do. He can see your figure perfectly in his thermal vision, the way you tremble and quake, the way fear burns against your skin, but he’s missing the finer details in this blur of color. It would be simplest to keep you in the dark, but it’s not as if you have a fighting chance regardless. He hates to miss the intricacy of your expression, the only means of communication you have with someone so alien to your world under the sun. 

Pink, fiery light slowly creeps along the ground around you and up the rock walls, spiraling a bit in either direction. His luminous magic unveils the cavernous landscape, and you both hold your breath as your eyes adjust.

You’ve never seen a Dark Elf yourself before, and any accounts you’ve heard have been retellings of retellings hundreds of times over, but he’s just as beautiful as any chronicler says. His black cloak obscures his crouched form, just as his long white hair hides the edges of his perfectly angular face, but even this mere glimpse is stunning. He has the awe inspiring allure of a sheer cliff shore among a churning, stormy sea. Eye contact isn’t broken as he slides closer to you, muscles primed waiting for you to so much as flinch away. You don’t.

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You watch him lose his composure, your own long abandoned, as he looms over your legs. Only now do his eyes lower from yours, lingering here and there as they lower further yet. You notice the quiet hesitation as he reaches out to touch your legs, and you realize this encounter holds a significance to him as well. You wonder if perhaps you’re the first human he’s ever captured, perhaps even seen, if you’re as rare to him as he is to you. While this is true, it goes beyond that. You’re the first female of any race he’s been close to like this before. In his matriarchal society, despite being a quite skilled warrior, he’s considered undesirable for being low born, and his broader than average build precludes him from reaching the high standard for finesse. His anxiety competes with his anticipation, but the latter handily wins. 

Almost ceremoniously, he pries your legs apart, pinning them down under his weight as he leans in. He presses his nose against your inner thigh and you jump slightly, and the look on his face, that toothy grin, easily crosses the cultural barrier. He licks a stripe down towards your core, purposeful and deliberate, and shortly after he feels you start to relax, surrendering to his touch, be bites down. Your yelp reverberates off the walls, and it’s unsettling how unfazed he is by this. If it hadn’t fully sunk in before, it did now. No one is coming, you’re at his mercy, something his kind are not known for. 

He looks up at you and his devilish smirk turns into a feigned look of despair as he mocks you, “Drow!” 

He shakes his head and his smile is back as he dips his head back down, tearing away the already tattered remains of your bottoms with one hand as he pulls his mane over his shoulder with the other. You fall back flat and stare at the stalactite riddled ceiling. As you try to steady your own breathing you can hear his quicken almost into a pant. You sit together on the world’s edge for a few moments while he works up his courage. 

An exploratory tongue darts out for a curious lick, followed by a long swipe up your slit, and then he’s lost control. His face pushes against you and his tongue is everywhere, ravenous but aimless. He doesn’t know what he’s looking for, in fact he doesn’t know there’s something he should be looking for, but every time he passes against your clit your toes curl and you mewl. If he notices, he ignores it. Such things are not his goal, his only focus is the taste that is consuming him. 

He continues to tease you in this way until you’ve all but forgotten the severity of your circumstances and your hips start instinctively bucking up towards him. He pins your legs down harder to stop you, but his chuckle betrays his amusement. He holds you there, watching as you whine and squirm, until you relent and you manage to steel yourself. 

He lingers a few moments extra to savor your unspoken acquiescence before he begins again. Now, a finger joins his tongue, rubbing against your quivering hole. He gasps gently with you as he pushes it inside, and groans as he curls it against your walls. A few more feverish licks join in a frenzy, but this doesn’t last long, it can’t. What little patience he had has already eroded completely. 

He rears back and quickly strips his cloak away, fumbling quite cutely to pull his pants down in a rush. There’s no dexterity in the way he positions himself above you, and although you can see the wild look in his eyes, he won’t meet your gaze, not now. The heat coming off of him is almost unbearable in this humid place, but you make no attempt to pull away. Even if escape were possible, you no longer seek it.

He tries to push into you a few times but grazes and misses your entrance, dragging his length against your pussy, acutely sensitive from his brutish teasing. His desperate growl sends a shiver down your spine as he catches just the edge again, and this time you angle your hips to aid him. 

He sinks in deeply in one motion, caught off guard, and you both choke on the air between you. There is only a second of hesitation before he draws himself back and slams into you again, and then, as before, he is lost. There is no rhythm, no technique about the way he pumps into you, fast and deep with reckless abandon. One hand stays on your hips to keep you from running from the powerful strokes while the other reaches up and pulls your shirt up over your breasts. He watches them bounce in a trance, no attempt to hide the, perhaps embarrassing in a typical context, animalistic noises he’s making. 

It doesn’t last long, it can’t. Your core is only starting to tighten with the promise of a climax when you feel him begin to swell inside you. When he pictured this, he imagined looking you deeply in the eyes as he finished, establishing total dominance as he bred the lowly likes of you. However, he couldn’t have predicted the sheer intensity of the real thing, and he resigns to burying his face in your chest as his hips jerk erratically, spilling himself with a pathetic whine against your plush skin. 

He stays there as his muscles spasm in the aftershock, loosening his grip on you and instead settling to lay his full weight on you to hold you there with him. Finally, he looks back up into your eyes and contemplates his next moves with his regained clarity. He wonders how he’s going to keep you. 

He’s not letting you go, he’s not losing you. He can’t, and he won’t.

It's been a while since I've written anything, sorry if this is a bit rough!! I've just gotten so much love for my previous drow story that I thought I'd make something to offer up as a thanks!

[yanderemasquerade]

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Yandere at the Office

Notes: SFW, Fem reader

“Someone’s found their way into the entirely wrong place.”

You jump, looking up to the figure backlit and standing in the doorway, noise from the party you were hiding from tricking in. You had come to this stupid company party for your best friend, not because of the promises of food and booze, but because you know how much she’s been putting into all of this hoping for that big promotion. You let her drag you here begrudgingly, and you really had tried your best for her. Putting on a charming mask for her coworkers, talking her up between little anecdotes from your lives, but soon enough, as you knew it would, it became too much. You slinked off while she was distracted, seeking a safe haven to lie low in, just for a while, and that’s when you found yourself here.

The office was giant, dimly lit by the screen saver on the sleek monitor on top of a luxurious oak desk. You could see the entire city from the back window, glowing and humming sweetly, as if just for you. The sheer comfort of this place should have tipped you off, but blinded by its unspoken promises, you let the ambience engulf you. You don’t even know how long you’ve been here before he found you.

You assess the situation, that’s all you can do at this point. There’s a playful smirk on his face. The face of an older man, refined and dignified, but you notice he looks a bit disheveled now himself. He’s missing the jacket to his suit and his sleeves are uncuffed. You hadn’t met him at the party, but you don’t need to be a sleuth to recognize he’s the boss, and you, some random girl, had wandered into his office. Perhaps you were both seeking asylum, but this office isn’t big enough for two, at least not for this occasion, and you don’t work here. You’re both thinking it, but it only emboldens you. It’s not like he can fire you.

“These are your people, this is your party, I think you’re in the wrong place. Shouldn’t you be soaking in the praise from some yes-man you’ll promote over someone who really deserves it?” you roll your eyes while you speak, looking as disinterested as you can manage. 

“Ouch, so ferocious. I haven’t seen you before, I suppose you’re someone’s plus one. Perhaps you should be the one sucking up to me, you know, for their sake.” The only move he makes is to smugly lean against the doorframe. “You can start by getting the fuck out of my office.” 

“Make me.” You say it reflexively, and then cringe at how childish it sounds. He scoffs and shakes his head in amusement, rolling up his sleeves but still not taking a step inside the threshold.

There’s a brief pause as you both wait for the other to make a move.

“You’re going to regret this if you leave it up to me,” he scolds as his jaw tightens a bit, but you get the feeling he’s trying to come off as imposing. 

“What are you going to do? Ban me from company parties? Oh, I’d hate that! I’m having so much fun at this one!” you mock, ever proud to have declawed this man who must spend his days lording over others. It serves him right to have a little push back now and then, you can’t always get what you want. 

“I see. A bargain then, you don’t want to be here, I don’t want you to be here, bring me to your friend and I’ll ban you from coming back. Sure you’ll take a little heat up front, but then you have the perfect excuse to stay away. In fact you’ll probably never be invited to any parties ever again. Is that what you want? Is that what will get you to listen?” 

Is he trying to call your bluff? Does he think you’ll come to your senses and change your mind, behave so that you don’t disappoint your friend? He is a business man, perhaps it’s a real offer. He’s right, this could save you a lot of headache and excuses in the future. 

“Deal,” you agree. You stand and join him in the doorway, then usher him through the crowd to your friend. She looks up joyfully when she sees you coming towards her, and then startled and confused when she sees who you have in tow. Her expression softens you, and you begin to regret how the night transpired. It’s easy to get carried away when you don’t have to look the consequences in the eye. 

“I believe I’ve met your friend,” he starts. You want to stop him, tell him you change your mind and you’ll keep your head down from now on, but it’s too late, you just look away.

“She’s delightful.”

You almost gasp, you realize what this is, the son of a bitch.

“The stories this one tells,” he’s cracking up, pulling you against him by your shoulder like the two of you really hit it off, “You have to promise to bring her with you to the next party too! Hell, bring her to all of them!”

[yanderemasquerade]

Why does your owner always have to work? A puppy hybrid has needs!

Notes: NSFW, Smut, Male Owner x Puppyhybrid! Fem Reader

You've spent all day trying your best to behave, really you did. You've tried to ignore the heat radiating off of you, the wetness sticking to your panties, the urge to press your aching clit against every surface in the house. You've sat quietly in the doorway of your owner's study, watched him work, yearned for his touch, but it seemed as though you were making no progress in your war against the clock. There he was, still writing away, pointedly ignoring the jingle of your collar as you trembled anxiously. Didn't all of that self restraint count for something?

You imagined his hands on you, pulling you close by the ring of your collar, ready to take you. Your tail beat against the hardwood floor in excitement from the image and without a glance he scolded you for distracting him. That didn't help the issue. You whined as you felt your pussy quiver, you hated to be ignored, but something about his uninterested disregard just made you more needy. Slowly and cautiously you inched your way into the room, face lowered but eyes peaking up as you slid your body across the floor. He pretended to not notice, clenching his teeth in irritation, and then you were there next to him. You rubbed your face against his leg, trying to push between them below his desk. All you wanted was to lay your face against his lap and hump his leg, just for a little bit!

He sighed and kicked you down away from him, just hard enough to slide you across the floor. At least now you had his attention, and you took the opportunity to steal more. You turn around and present yourself, hips swaying in the air and wet spot showing between your thighs.

He rolls his eyes, "Fine. Get your toy. I'll play with you, and then you'll leave me alone."

You practically squeal with excitement and run to the bedroom, slipping around the floor as you recklessly make your way. You dig around until you find your favorite wand and pick it up with your mouth. It's not exactly what you want, but then no toy could give you that. You sprint back into his office and drop it into his lap before falling backwards and spreading your legs, not wasting a second. He leans over in his chair and pulls your panties to the side, breathing out in multiple levels of frustration at how much of a mess you've made out of them.

You hear him click the power button and rock your hips up towards the toy, begging, whining, and thanking. He slides it in circles around your clit to tease you, and you almost scream for him to stop it. It's not fair, after all you already waited for so long, and he seems to silently agree as he holds it down against your aching little spot. Your body convulses, and your pussy twitches against its emptiness, but it will have to be enough for now to feel the lightning shots of pleasure course up your body. Your toes clench and your body arches as the pressure in you builds. You pull your eyes shut as you can feel your long awaited release approaching, and then the vibrator comes to a sudden stop. But what happened? He didn't click the button again, you would've heard it! You look up at him in a dazed and desperate confusion, and he bursts into laughter.

"Maybe if you were a patient girl and waited for me to be done with work, I would've had time to charge it."

[yanderemasquerade]

Vampire Yandere who revels in his closeness to you, sight unseen. Just there, in the corner of your room, as close as he can be to your bed. He basks in your scent and the sound of your gently resting heartbeat. He drags a gentle hand across your delicate skin and you shiver in your sleep, but a small content smile never leaves your face. You're so used to him, in fact you've become reliant on his presence. He save you from the nightmares that plague you, the multitude of Eldritch and existential horrors that follow you into your dreams, but who can blame the heir to a hunter family for fearing what goes bump in the night?

Vampire Yandere who wonders what your father would think, from just one floor away, if he knew you cooed like that in your sleep for a monster. The hunters have gotten too lax in their security, if he could get into your room every night, so could someone else with worse intentions. They should be thanking him for standing guard. If they ever did manage to chase him off, it wouldn't be long before they begged him to return. Once the sleepless nights returned, and you wandered the streets, empty and restless, searching for your sense of home. He chuckles softly to himself as he indulges in the fact that you'd be completely lost without him, though you've never even met him.

Vampire Yandere who hopes that you would recognize him from presence alone and beg him yourself, beg him for all sorts of things. Do you see him in your dreams? Do you remember reaching out to hold his hand? Would it wake you if you reached out in your sleep and there was nothing to hold onto? No, he couldn't stand an hour away from you, he can never find these answers for himself. If anyone ever tries to take you away from him, then everyone has to die.

[majinsoul]

Its a healthy obsession I promise ♡

[yanderemasquerade]

Teased By Your Gamer Boyfriend

Notes: Smut, NSFW, Fem Reader

Your boyfriend was settled in for his typical night of games, this time some FPS that blended together with all the others you've seen him play. No doubt his teammates were annoyed that he was playing without a mic, but they'd be pissed if they knew how distracted he was. Lately he'd gotten bored of the downtime between rounds, and he came up with the perfect solution.

You were lying on the couch next to him, your head propped up on his lap, and staring up at him impatiently. Earlier, he had you smoking until you were completely empty headed, making you the perfect toy to play with to maximize his entertainment. Between rounds he would tease you.

Sometimes, that took the form of massaging your tits, your high heightening the sensation leaving you whining and squirming. When he pinched and tugged your nipples you would gasp and shiver, but if you were too rowdy he would slap them, not that that ever helped the situation.

Other times he would hold a vibrator to your clit, swirling it around in circles as it easily glided over your soaked pussy. He liked to switch between the speed and pulse settings, making it even harder to find a constant stimulus to send you over the edge. It was a race against time you always lost, and when the sound for the start of the next round went off, you were always about ready to scream a plea to have it back. You knew that would get you nowhere though, a good toy is grateful to be played with at all.

Every toy has its breaking point however, and eventually you were scrambling to pull his belt off, and he was actually letting you. Of course, once it was off he had it wrapped around your neck like a collar and a leash in one. He unzipped his pants and pushed your head down onto him hastily. You were more than excited to be getting somewhere, and you accepted his cock practically drooling. You pumped him in and out quickly, dancing your tongue around as you went, hoping to entice him into giving you what you want sooner rather than later. As he played he intermittently thrusted up deeper, but between rounds he would push you down further, going deep into your throat. He would hold you there and groan, and you could feel his veins throb as he listened to your pathetic little choking noises.

"Sometimes I just want fuck your throat until you throw up," he breathed through clenched teeth. "You'd probably let me too."

He pulled you up to get your answer, gazing into your eyes that were empty of all but lust. You assured him you would, that you would do anything so long as it ended in him pounding into your aching pussy. His smirk told you he liked that answer and he pulled you to kneel over his lap, letting you grind against his dick until you promised to do all of the work to show him a fun time. Then he wrapped his arms around you, still holding his controller, and let you slide down onto him.

You intended to take it slowly, to savor every inch, but resisting is always harder than it sounds in your head. You practically slammed down onto him and he breathed out roughly as he rested his chin on your shoulder to see the screen. If you were paying attention, you would hear his fingers had lost their finesse on the button as you bounced with reckless abandon. His eyes were half-lidded as he went back on his word to sit back and enjoy it, and he started thrusting up to meet you, desperate to be as deep in you as he could get.

Not long after the controller was lost on the floor. While he was teasing you, he was not immune to the consequences and he had finally lost his composure. He pushed you backward quickly and the feeling of falling unexpectedly jolted you and made you tense up around him. Once you were laid against the coffee table he grabbed your hips to support them and worked you up and down his shaft greedily.

Don't worry though, he hadn't forgotten your favorite toy. He grabbed the vibrator and pressed it against your clit, the lowest setting still sending shockwaves through your entire body. He only managed to increase the speed twice before you came hard, your entire body jerking and spasming with the incredible release of tension that had building through all of the teasing. Of course it was enough to pull him right along with you, filling you through erratic thrusts, and panting alongside you.

[yanderemasquerade]

It was your first heat, a pivotal moment in a puppy hybrid's life, and an even bigger moment for a breed as small as you are!

Notes: NSFW, Smut, Male Owner x Female Reader

You were a toy breed, meant as a status symbol and born for a life of luxury. Your body was designed for pageantry, and your temperament usually reflected that, but not today. Today you were as pliant and docile as they come, confused and overwhelmed by a sensation you couldn't quite understand.

So tiny and helpless, held down against the bed shaking as you might during a thunderstorm, you can't believe how cruel your owner is being. You're used to being spoiled and getting your way, but he's just not budging. Your tail wiggles against the sheets as you try to buck your hips up, desperate to sate the dull ache of your body, operating on pure instinct.

"Do you want it, puppy? Do you want it really bad?" He laughs, sporting a wicked grin, "Do you even know what you want?"

You don't know, and that hadn't occurred to you before, but it hardly seems to have any bearing on your current predicament. You whine and beg, trying to thrash under him the best you can, and it seems like it's working. He leans back and pulls your hips close to his and you freeze in anticipation, you can tell you're getting closer to what you want. Then, he starts gently rubbing your dripping entrance. You tremble, squeezing your eyes shut as you gasp. The simplest touch sends shockwaves through your body, and before you can even get a hold of yourself enough to beg for more, he slips a finger inside.

Just his finger is enough to fill your tiny virgin pussy, and he reaches up a hand to cover your mouth and stifle your yelping. You quiver and squeeze down on him, almost locking him in place, so he starts to curl his digit up against your walls.

"Look, it's trying to milk my finger! That can't get you pregnant, dummy. Poor girl, you want to be bred so bad don't you?" He teases, "Do you even know what that means?"

He finds your sweet spot and flicks into it firmly and quickly, "Do you want me to give you babies?"

You pant and nod like your life depends on it. It's like the whole world just began to make sense. That's exactly what you want! He leans in and licks at your clit quickly, almost like you're being petted for being such a good girl, and quickens his finger's movements until you cum hard onto it.

As you try to catch your breath, he pulls you to press against the bulge in his pants.

"If that's what you want, you'll have to work up to taking something bigger."

[solestella]

[mangafascination]

[yanderemasquerade]

You're Offered to the Goblin Horde

Notes: Smut, NSFW, Dubcon, Female reader

You're long past struggling, hope abandoned in the bugbear chief's arms. You're not an adventurer, not a warrior of any sort, just a girl in the wrong village at the wrong time. Perhaps if you had any experience you would be looking for a way out, thinking of a scheme or a plan to save yourself. Perhaps if you haven't heard this story a million times you'd cling to the dream of a hero rescuing you right before disaster. Even you weren't that naive. If you were lucky enough for someone to be in the area, for them to hear and come running, for them to defeat a cave full of monsters, still everyone you'd ever known was already gone, all your belongings burned, and they would never arrive in time to stop the inevitable.

Held in the chief's arms on a slightly raised ledge, you could see the vastness of the chamber. Lit by torchlight, you could see the horde gather. All sorts of goblinkin, rowdy and chanting, pushing and shoving to get a good look at you. The bugbear yells over the commotion and they fall silent and fidgeting. He speaks in the goblin language, sharp and crude, booming and echoing against the cave walls. You can't understand a word of it, but you get the jist when he starts motioning to your hips and breasts. You were a trophy, won rightfully by this army, and to be given for the morale of the troops.

Your head is tilted back and your mouth is pulled open by his thumb on your lower lip. He's not rough, he doesn't have to be, you're perfectly compliant. He pushes the neck of a glass bottle into your mouth, slowly and firmly, then holds the end up as it empties down your throat. He smiles slyly as he pulls the empty bottle out and tosses it behind his back. Your whole body begins to heat pleasantly and you grow heavy in his arms. You're light headed, you're confused and anxious, but you also find yourself excited and tingling. He swats your face playfully and you look at him through hooded eyes, almost purring, drool welling in your mouth. Cheering rings in your ears and your face flushes, suddenly you can't understand how you'd want to be anywhere else.

The chief slowly lowers you down to your adoring audience. Ravenous hands cover you, tugging your clothes in different directions until they rip off of you. Teeth and nails graze you, fingers twist in your hair and pull, until finally you're lowered fully, lying on the floor in a blissful daze. The goblins push and shove each other, settling into a tenuous pecking order around you. You close your eyes almost meditatively, content to drown under the waves of commotion.

You can feel them everywhere, not finding a meaningful difference between an anxious tongue and the leaky tip of a cock rubbing against you. In seconds you're covered in viscous liquid, and most obscenely you aren't sure how much of it is your own. You know much of it must be, however, you can feel your body aching, almost painfully, to be touched. Your lazy mouth hangs open, dripping saliva as several goblins take turns stuffing it full of themselves. You wish your mouth opened wider, and you can feel them shudder as your groans vibrate against them. They pay no mind to the occasional graze of your teeth against them as you fight for air.

Two goblins have latched onto your oh so eager nipples, kneading and tugging at your tits as they suckle, like they're desperate for a milk that just won't come. You feel the pleasure build in your stomach and it mixes with a sense of guilt that you can't provide them what they crave. You feel tight, throbbing flesh slip under your breasts, pumping into the nook between them and your chest. The palms of your hands are filled, as is any other spot they can find friction.

Tongues fight for any drops of your wetness they can find between your thighs. Your unnaturally sensitive clit is pinned between two that have found a perfect lapping rhythm. The seconds between orgasm disappear as your holes flutter against whatever is cramped inside. Enough to make you feel filled right up to your limit, but never over. You open your eyes, but the blur of thrusting and trembling from all directions is meaningless. The chorus of whimpers, moans, grunts, and screams lulls you back into your dreamy state and you close your eyes again. The only thing that makes any sense is the tangled chaotic feelings against your skin.

In all the wreathing mass of bodies, you can't find one instance of pain. You realize, with the one dim flicker of lucidity left in you, that they refuse to hurt you, to break their toy. They will preserve you, they will keep you. Before long, you're sure you will be able to be milked by them. The thought brings you joy.

[yanderemasquerade]

Yandere Fae Prince who is beyond beautiful, to the point that it's more than a bit unnerving. You hadn't expected to be so compelled by his presence, but you also hadn't expected to run across a fae of his caliber. In fact, you hadn't actually expected to run into any fae at all, not really. You've been studying tales and rumors for years, always as curious as they come, but fairies and their mysteries enraptured you like nothing else. You wandered into the woods, following trails to nowhere in dizzying circles, desperate for even just the smallest clue to hint at the truth of the accounts you've heard. After days of exhaustion and solitude, lost and disheartened, here you were, and here he was.

Yandere Fae Prince who greeted you enthusiastically, but in the way a teacher might greet a young student, patronizingly. As he rattled off his seemingly endless list of titles and names, your attention faded inward, reviewing everything you knew, or believed you knew, of his kind. You were determined not to be tricked, not to be taken advantage of, and his condescension only emboldened you. He frowned as he noticed your distant look and reached his hand over and tilted your chin up. You shivered as his gloomy gaze sank into you, and you wandered just how much he could see in your eyes, in your soul.

Yandere Fae Prince who shook his head as he let his hand fall away from your face. An unfortunate thing, a human lost in the woods, surely you were starving. He offered you food, a new cloak to keep you warm, even an ornate dagger to keep you safe. Smug and forcing laughter back down into your belly, you denied him. The oldest trick in the book, did he really think he would get you with that? Even children know not to accept gifts from fairies, lest you find yourself in their debt and beholden to their fanciful desires. This didn't stop him, and as he continued to offer you more and more, you wondered why his new found smile never faltered. He was offering you the moon and back, literally the moon and all the stars with it, and the corners of his lips continued to rise into a deeper grin.

Yandere Fae Prince who simply shrugged and sighed a quiet chuckle. How noble of you, impervious to his devilish temptations. Nonetheless, he grabbed your wrist, gentle but firm, and started to usher you deeper into the mushroom grove. You tried to plant your feet in protest, fruitlessly attempting to tug your arm free. You demanded he unhand you, he has no claim over you! He turned and patted your head laughing, "My silly little lamb, of course I have claim! Simply my presence is the confirmation you've long sought. I've saved your life, the Deep Forest is no place for your kind. If your life wasn't mine to take, it still wouldn't be yours to keep. I've given you my love, and that is not to be freely given. I own you three ways, I have the moment you took your first step towards me."

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Innkeeper Yandere who almost crushed the glass he was cleaning when you walked in. He was a solemn older man, his scarred face betraying his meek and earnest facade, tired and bitter from a past you can only imagine. It was a monotonous existence he led these days, stable but terribly boring, but perhaps fate was finally willing to show him mercy. The exuberant joy radiating off of you caught the attention of all in attendance, and had he taken his eyes off of you and noticed this the moment would have been stolen by possessive rage. He watched the way you almost danced your way to the bar, and wondered how in a world like this you could be so carefree. Naivety, it was the only explanation, naivety that would surely bring you to your death, he had to save you.

Innkeeper Yandere who anchored his claim of you the moment you began eating the food he cooked for you. Quickly and eagerly you scarfed it down, like you haven't eaten in days, but wearing a beaming smile throughout the meal. So precious, so helpless, he wondered how you even made it this far. Your clothes were tattered and dirty, an adventurer for sure, but you wore no jewels or emblems, and your weapons were crude and unimpressive, not a very successful adventurer he supposed. Finally taking notice of the way the patrons were leering at you, he doubted you would even make it out of this town. There was only one solution, he could never let you leave.

Innkeeper Yandere who wouldn't accept money for your room, telling you it was a gift in its own right to be able to offer you shelter. As you tried to get settled for the night, you were constantly interrupted by him knocking on the door to bring you more accommodations. Plush blankets, beautiful robes, soaps that smelled like enchanted wildflowers, more food than you could possibly eat, it seemed like it would never end. Every time, he would linger in the room, nervous and as if he couldn't find the words he needed, fighting an unseen battle within himself. He wanted to give you the world, and he wanted to take everything from you. He wanted to write ballads inspired by your profound beauty, and he wanted to show you why you should be afraid. Eventually he would sort himself out, decide how to best take care of you, and he had time for all of it. After he took his last leave, he locked the door from the outside.

[yanderemasquerade]

Apologies From Your Dramatic Yandere Boyfriend

Notes: Smut, NSFW, Male Yandere x Female Reader

You don't even remember what the argument was about, but it hardly matters at this point. You get the feeling that he picks fights just for attention and you're fed up with letting him weasel his way back into your good graces just for him to pick another. You've been dodging novels worth of texts and sending calls to voicemail for days, and the more time that passes the more you receive. One night you decide to just turn your phone off, exhausted by his immature antics, and not long after, you get a frantic knock at the door.

You breathe a long sigh as you open the door, of course it's him, if he can't get to you with his theatrics over the phone, then naturally he would bring his performance to your doorstep. Right on cue, waterworks, and you can only pretend that seeing him cry doesn't melt your heart. But this time you're staying strong, if you don't make a stand here and now, how will he ever learn his lesson? You tell him to go home, he can't just keep running to you bawling to avoid accountability! He thought you might say that, and this time he has another trick up his sleeve.

Before you can close the door he lifts up his shirt and you can see a strip of pink around his hips peaking out above the rim of his pants, and it stops you in your tracks. "I-I did the thing, see, the thing you thought would be cute! I can be good, just give me a chance to prove it," he whimpers, desperately grabbing onto the edge of the door to keep it open for his last ditch effort. He's clearly embarrassed, face flushed red and eyes glued to the ground, and all of this combined into a display you couldn't resist.

You smirk, if you're going to let him get away with his behavior again you're going to at least make him work for it. You chuckle, "Show me more, so I can see if it's worth letting you in." He lets out a squeak of disbelief, hesitating as he looks around to see if anyone else could be peaking, but as you start closing the door he squeezes his eyes shut and unzips his pants quickly, slightly pulling them down so you can inspect your prize. What a sight it is, his hardening cock pushing against the imprisonment of tight pink panties, and you can't wait a moment longer. You pull him inside and shut the door behind you in a hurry.

"Whatever it takes, I'll do whatever it takes for you to forgive me," he whispers shyly, but his body betrays him as his leaks precum against the soft fabric. He's loving this, he's getting exactly what he wanted yet again, and you have to admit that you enjoy it too. All of the melodrama just gives you the perfect context to put him in his place, and put him in his place you shall.

"If you want my forgiveness, you're going to have to beg for it, and really show me you're sorry," you purr in his ear as you start undressing him, removing any cover he has to hide behind. He nods his head quickly as he helps you remove the last bit, leaving only the cute undies, and falls to his knees. Clinging to your leg, he buries them in kisses, promising, or rather lying, that he'll never act up again, that he really learned this time! You run your fingers through his hair as he trails his kisses upwards and sneaks in under your skirt, kissing through your panties before moving them aside.

He humps your leg pathetically as he dances his tongue against your clit. Truly, this talent is what always wins you over in the end. He's not a fighter, he's a lover, a dancer at heart. He moans into it as he makes a mess of your leg with the tip of his dick poking out of the top of his panties leaking all over you. You push his head closer and rock your hips into him, and as you're distracted he sneaks his hand down to touch himself. Not distracted enough however, you pull his head back by his hair and look him in the eyes as you scold him, "You're not finishing tonight, and if I see you try again you're going back out there, and I'm keeping your clothes." He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, like he doesn't know what he did wrong or how you could be so cruel. "Don't worry, if it comes to that, you can borrow some of my clothes to wear out," you taunt him.

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Yandere Tattoo Artist who you go to exclusively. Not only does he do beautiful work, but his prices are so low you wonder how he pays his rent! You'd think that after so many visits you'd have built up a rapport, however he's just as quiet and distant as he was in the beginning. It makes you feel a bit insecure, does he find you annoying, or your style and taste too dorky? You assure yourself it's just your nerves, just that you respect him and his craft so much it makes you seek his approval. Surely the stakes are much lower on his end, if you're a blip on his radar it's just because you're a regular.

Yandere Tattoo Artist who marks you, branding you with his signature hidden in every piece. Every other client he takes, paying his normally exorbitant rates, are just work to fund his life while he works on his true masterpiece, you. He senses your unease around him, but doesn't see the reverence behind it. He has his own insecurities, and assumes that you see him as too sketchy of a character to consider being with. He believes you want a man with a "real job", one that you can take home to the family without getting dirty looks around the table, but he can't help but covet you. You're his, whether you know it or not. You're kept, and anyone with a discerning eye would see it written all over your skin.

Yandere Tattoo Artist who likes hurting you. He knows you feel too intimidated to ask for breaks, so he doesn't offer you any. He purposefully lingers too long on sore spots, and even tries to suggest placements in sensitive areas. When you're there, his space is not a safe and encouraging one, and you don't know any better because you've never gone anywhere else. Tattoos are supposed to be painful, aren't they? He loves watching you clench your jaw and hold your breath, desperately trying to hold yourself together so you don't squirm and embarrass yourself in front of him. Such a pretty little brave face you wear, eager to impress him, desperate to be tough and cool. Though if it's any consolation, he goes through his own struggles, often having to adjust himself and how he's contorted, it's not as easy as it looks to create stunning artwork when he's this worked up.

[etrnalcemetery]

Just kill me if you're planning to leave. Please don't let me experience life without you.