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[black-honeyy]

Leech twins x reader where they’re fighting over their attention

The Leech fighting for your attention

It always starts off innocently.

You come to the Lounge after classes to drop off Azul’s paperwork and the twins are there,as always, lurking. One smile too wide, the other grin too sharp. They seem civil enough at first. Jade asks if you’d like a drink, Floyd calls you Shrimpy, and you settle in, completely unaware of the fact that you’ve just wandered into a territorial feeding ground.

The moment you give one of them just slightly more attention, it begins.

“Jade, look! Shrimpy’s sitting closer to me again. I told you, they like me better~!”

Jade doesn’t look up from his clipboard. “Is that so? I could have sworn they laughed more at my story yesterday. You must be imagining things again, Floyd.”

“I’m not imaginin’ anything!” Floyd’s arms sling dramatically over your shoulders, half-crushing you into the seat beside him. “Right, Shrimpy? Tell him I’m your favorite eel!”

Before you can even process that request, Jade has gracefully appeared on your other side, no fanfare, no noise, just there, smiling like he didn’t just teleport.

“I wouldn’t pressure them, Floyd,” he says with calm venom. “That’s no way to earn someone’s affections.”

“I don’t need to earn anything, I’m already their favorite! Ain’t that right, Shrimpy?” He leans in, nose bumping your cheek.

You blink. “I—uh—can I not pick favorites?”

Both of them pause.

Then Jade, ever the tactician, says smoothly, “Of course. I would never put you in such a difficult position. After all, forcing someone to choose would be terribly unfair.”

Floyd scowls. “Bo~ring. That’s just what someone who’s losing would say.”

And that’s when it gets worse.

From that moment on, it’s a cold war of affection. Floyd insists on dragging you everywhere: the Lounge, the basketball court, random walks where he slings an arm over your shoulder and complains about “stupid boring classes.” He hangs off you like a weighted blanket with an attitude and gets weirdly quiet if you even look like you’re having a good time without him.

Meanwhile, Jade ups his game with charm, asking if you’ve eaten, brewing teas just the way you like them, casually dropping “Did you know?” facts that he knows will get you talking for hours. And when Floyd gets louder, Jade just gets calmer, smiling like he knows something you don’t. Which makes Floyd louder. Which makes Jade smugger. Which—

“Okay!” you finally snap one afternoon, halfway through your homework in Mostro Lounge. “I like both of you, alright?! Can you stop trying to out-sibling-rival each other every time I breathe?!”

Silence.

The twins exchange a look. A rare moment of nonverbal twin-speak passes between them like lightning.

Then—

Floyd: “Told ya they liked me.”

Jade: “Actually, they said both, dear brother.”

You groan into your hands. “I am going to start hanging out with Azul.”

“NO!”

Within seconds you’re pinned between the two Floyd clinging like a needy cat and Jade subtly boxing you in with a cup of steaming tea and a charming smile that absolutely screams manipulation.

You love them. You do. But being the object of a twin war might be the most exhausting popularity contest you’ve ever unwillingly entered.

Still, as Floyd grins and starts complaining that you haven’t called him cute today, and Jade hums thoughtfully about “adjusting the tea’s sweetness to your exact taste,” you realize…

There’s nowhere else you’d rather be.

Even if it’s exhausting.

English is not my first language !

[black-honeyy]

This is such a cute nightmare ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙

Bro imagine you decided to mess around with a ouija board just to see what would happen, not expecting anything at all, but as soon as you set it up the planchette starts moving like crazy. Not pointing to any letters that make sense, it's jumbled. As it turns out, there are several ghosts and they've all been waiting for a chance to talk to you

Reader unknowingly has a harem of monsters and ghosts who've been haunting them for years. They've been utterly oblivious to the paranormal stalking and equally uninterested in the occult.

Until they stumble upon an ouija board and decide to give it a try, out of pure amusement and nothing else. The outcome, of course, leaves them terrified and speechless. The planchette spins and turns and scratches ferociously against the board.

"Alright, gentlemen, we need some order in here," one of the ghoulish entities announces with bureaucratic monotony. "We won't get our message across if everyone uses it at once."

Consequently, a large queue forms before you as each unholy being takes its turn confessing its everlasting feelings.

"Listen," you say, impatiently, "it's the sixth time you're asking me to marry you. I've gotten the point by now."

The planchette moves.

It wasn't me. I waited for my turn.

"Your turn?" you stare at the empty space ahead. Darkness, and nothing else, yet your face slowly drains of color.

"How many of you are out there?"

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The way this is so me

Telling your friend you have a monster partner, and they expect a classy vampire or a buff werewolf. Then you bring in your partner that has limbs twice the size of their torso and barely any facial features. It's okay though, they kith you on the forehead.

[black-honeyy]

*insert chill guy music*

*i am not chill rn*

🥲

Note: Congrats I found a new passion. I wanna fuck every underrated monster character out their!

𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑿 𝑭!𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓

He’s huge—tall, lean, and predatory. Towering over you, arms like ropes of muscle, hands that easily span your entire back.

He treats you like something delicate. Not because he wants to be gentle, but because he likes knowing he could break you.

He doesn’t understand boundaries. Once you’ve accepted his affection—willingly or not—he becomes physically insatiable.

He’ll mark you with his scent. He needs others to know you’re his. Even if no one is around.

Oral worship is his favorite. He’ll hold your thighs open and stare—breathing heavy, tongue impossibly long and smooth, licking slow and deep until you’re shaking.

You cry? He gets harder. He thinks your tears are beautiful.

He doesn’t speak—but you can hear how aroused he is by the deep, vibrating growls in his chest. He purrs when you moan. It vibrates through you, resonating against your bones like thunder.

Sometimes he’ll vanish mid-act and reappear behind you, dragging you into the shadows, flipping you over effortlessly. He can pin you to the ceiling, the wall, the forest floor. It’s always unexpected. Always fast. Always overwhelming.

It’s primal. He doesn’t just want to fuck you—he wants to fill you. Over and over. He doesn’t understand why your body won’t carry something of his… but he’ll keep trying. He knots you with his thick, ridged cock (yes, ridged), and once he’s in, you don’t move until he decides to let you go.

Try to leave? He’ll throw you over his shoulder and drag you home. You’ll be sore for days afterward. But his aftercare is disturbing—soft purring, licking your wounds, rocking you slowly while stroking your hair, like you’re a scared little animal he broke and wants to keep warm.

He prefers being on his knees. His tongue is long, inhuman, and textured—made to taste blocks… but he uses it on you, worshiping your thighs and between them with the intensity of a creature starving for meaning

You don’t know how he even learned about mating, but the moment he connected the dots, it became an obsession.

He presses you down against warm Endstone, hips rutting with desperation. Not for release—for claiming. You’ll bear something of him. Even if it’s just his scent inside you for hours.

His cock is slick, long, veiny, and slightly ridged—not meant to fit a human, but he forces himself to be gentle—or at least as much as he can.

He doesn’t grasp rejection the way a human would. If you say “stop,” he pauses—but stares, confused, tilting his head with glowing violet eyes. You have to push him away.

But the next time? He still tries again. You’re his. Consent is learned slowly… if at all. (He wants to please you, but he sees you more like a bonded mate than an equal.)

When you’re ovulating, he can smell it. It drives him absolutely rabid. He’ll appear more often, teleporting behind you and inhaling your scent, growling under his breath.

He ruts into you with primal need, unable to stop once he’s started—obsessed with filling you, stretching you open, leaving evidence inside you.

[black-honeyy]

Rawr 😭

I’m at a loss for words

This is just amazing

Note: next I’m thinking of doing a sassy Enderman. Playing Minecraft while doing this. Big mama is a cave dweller 😈🙏

𝑬𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝑭!𝑷𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒓

Ask: Do you think the Enderman would absolutely love to look F!reader in the eyes while doing the devils tango just to read all their thoughts on the situation?

Warning: jaw dropping, dick throbbing, cock sucking, mouth drooling, grandmama kicking headcannons.

(divider made by @sisterlucifergraphics)

He craves understanding—deep, primal knowledge of what’s yours, what’s his, and how tightly he can entwine the two until there’s no difference.

The moment you meet his eyes—those swirling, luminescent galaxies of violet and void—you’re caught. Not just in the usual “don’t look or he’ll aggro” kind of way, no. You’re ensnared in a far more intimate trap: his ability to see into you. Your fear. Your desire. Every pulse of lust, every flicker of resistance. It’s like a psychic thread between you two, and during sex? It becomes something transcendent.

He’s not gentle—never truly gentle, not with a body buzzing with teleportation energy and a need to own you from the inside out. Every movement is a claim. Every thrust, deep and aching, is laced with barely restrained hunger. But the moment he tilts your chin up, long fingers curling under your jaw, and forces you to look into his eyes—it’s over.

And that just makes him go harder. The more conflicted, flustered, needy you become, the more possessive his touch gets. He’s obsessed with the push and pull of your psyche—of watching your mind crumble beneath the pleasure he gives you. He doesn’t need you to say anything out loud; your thoughts, screaming in raw, electric pleasure, are so much better.

His eyes glow brighter when you’re on the edge, and you swear you can feel him inside your mind whispering things.

He doesn’t let you look away, either. Tries to lock your gaze until the exact moment you fall apart—wants to watch your thoughts spiral into incoherence when you cum around him, overwhelmed by the weight of his body and the power of his stare.

He doesn’t just want to fuck your body—he wants to own your soul.

Beneath that smooth, tall, void-like body lies a nest of tendrils—inky black, shifting with an eerie sort of grace, like smoke made solid. They emerge from his lower abdomen, twitching and writhing in anticipation the moment he has you exactly where he wants you: bare, pinned, and shaking under his gaze.

The first time you feel one of them coil around your thigh, it’s curious. Looking in your eyes to see your reaction…Teasing. Cold. But it warms quickly, pulsing with heat and need—mirroring his own arousal.

Then there’s two. Three. One wrapped around your throat, holding—not choking, but commanding. Another stroking between your thighs with obscene precision, as if it’s memorized the way your body reacts.

And when he finally slides one inside you, it’s like nothing you’ve ever felt.

His eyes squint and tilt to the side in adoration.

It’s flexible, not like any human cock, and it moves inside you, wriggling and curling with impossible angles—designed to hit every spot you didn’t know you had. He watches your mind shatter in real time, those glowing eyes locked onto yours like a predator cataloging every twitch, every gasp, every little synapse firing off in your overwhelmed brain.

Your thoughts scream:

This shouldn’t feel good—what is that? What is he doing to me?”

“More, more, more—please, fuck—”

He drinks it in…

And just when you think you’ve reached your limit? Another tendril slides in. Stretching you, curling up into you like it’s rearranging your insides to mold to his shape. Two working in tandem, pulsing, moving in rhythm. One curling around your nipple, teasing. Another lashing gently at your clit, flicking and stroking with hypnotic precision. It’s overwhelming—a symphony of sensations that shouldn’t even be possible.

He’s not speaking, but his mind presses against yours with words you feel more than hear:

“Let me in. Let me break you. You don’t need to think anymore, just feel me—fill you—own you.”

And you do

You unravel under him, your body not just fucked but conquered. Your mind isn’t safe either—he’s crawled into your thoughts like a virus. By the time he’s done with you, you’re trembling, twitching, ruined. Barely human anymore yourself, molded by the hands—and tendrils—of something older, darker.

[black-honeyy]

Don't be sad okay?

You don't HAVE to choose what monster is eating you! When you can have two! Or three! Or four!

MINORS DNI

Sapphic content

Two or more monster women eating you out.

Two werewolves snarling at each other as they do it “better” than the other one. Each taking turns devouring you.

Satyrs falling into hedonistic rapture upon tasting you. They kiss each other and then return to kissing your clit and cunt. Ignoring your bucking and moaning.

An orc's fingers hold you open while another shows you what eating out really looks like.

Selkie's spreading your legs wide beneath the water. Sucking and delving inside all your holes until you're unable to make a sound.

Vampires take turns. One playing with your tits from behind and encouraging her friends. Another riding your thigh. Kissing your needy panting lips while another drinks from your core. Their claws and fangs leave dragging scrapes and biting holes.

Harpys enamored by your cute little noises. Setting off their prey response. They pin you down and feast until they're absolutely covered. Taking turns eating each other out while the other is buried between your thighs. Wings frantically Flapping and claws digging into the dirt.

Fae of different forms spreading you out and laying into you and it's so good you can't can't tell them apart anymore.

💌Want more I have a selkie x Mermaid x reader coming out soon. And that cute lil femme Mermaid DESTROYS YOU.

[black-honeyy]

This is a masterpiece

You see ‘yandere x reader’ and click before you even register the title.

♡ Yandere! IRL Authors x Fem. Reader. Tumblr Smut Lord, AO3 Angst Demon, Webtoon Cult Leader, Wattpad Menace

♡ Word Count. 1,595

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who writes the most unhinged, sinful, and depraved smut known to mankind. His works are the equivalent of opening Pandora’s Box, except instead of unleashing evil upon the world, it’s just an endless void of morally gray men ruining readers’ lives.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who—ironically—types in lowercase, uses way too many ellipses, and adds “lmao” at the end of the most horrific sentences imaginable. He casually describes an extremely graphic, detailed CNC scene and then ends it with “idk if this is good lol” like he didn’t just write a psychological thriller with dick involved.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who has mastered the art of ‘filthy but poetic’ prose. Every line drips with decadence, torment, and skin-to-skin tension so palpable it could be mistaken for war crimes.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord whose online presence is mysterious and unapproachable. A cryptid. An enigma. You assume he’s some hyper-sexualized sadist with a god complex, lurking in the shadows of the internet.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord in real life… is a complete, sleep-deprived disaster of a man. Looks like he hasn’t seen the sun since birth. Drinks coffee like it’s an IV drip. Wears the same hoodie five days in a row and has approximately zero experience with physical intimacy. If a woman so much as breathes in his direction, he has a minor existential crisis.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who would rather die than engage in a normal human conversation. Gets flustered when the barista says ‘Enjoy your drink.’ Mutters ‘you too’ and then contemplates vanishing into the ether.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who has 0.2 social skills, only capable of communicating via niche internet memes. The type of guy who would rather go mute than order food at a restaurant. Yet somehow, on his blog, he writes like he owns you, your soul, and your lineage.

♡ Yandere! Tumblr Smut Lord who reads your likes and reblogs like an ancient seer interpreting the stars. Starts recognizing your username and associates you with your favorite kinks before he even knows your name.

———

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who writes the slowest of slow burns. His stories are an agonizing descent into despair, betrayal, and emotional devastation. If you emerge unscathed, you read it wrong.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who writes long, drawn-out, soul-crushing slow burns that emotionally ruin you. The type of author to have a 500k word fic where the leads don’t even hold hands until chapter 72; that by the time the characters confess, you have aged fifty years and achieved enlightenment.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who weaponizes pain. He thrives on suffering. He will kill off your favorite character, rewrite history, make the protagonist go through 47 tragedies, and then gaslight you in the author’s notes with: “Haha, don’t worry, it gets worse 😌.”

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who doesn’t believe in fluff or happy endings. If a couple ends up together, it’s only because they’ve been mentally and emotionally shattered beyond repair. Love should hurt.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who has written a 500k-word enemies-to-lovers-to-enemies-to-trauma-to-questionable-endings fic. Updates it once every eight months with a new chapter that wrecks everyone’s souls.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon whose comment section is filled with cries of anguish, people begging for crumbs of relief, and threats of violence if he doesn’t update. He loves it.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who in real life is a smug, terrifying presence. The type of person who naturally commands attention in a room, makes eye contact like a predator, and definitely thinks he’s superior to everyone. If you complain, he’ll just smirk and say, ‘good.’

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who will write a heart-wrenching monologue about grief and loss but will deadpan ‘skill issue’ when someone tells him they cried over it.

♡ Yandere! AO3 Angst Demon who immediately notices you. AO3 shows your username under every chapter. You think you're lurking, but he sees you. You’ve read everything. He grins. "Ah, a loyal masochist.” Now he writes just to ruin your life.

He decides to write a character based on you.

And then kills them off horrifically.

Just to see if you react.

———

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who creates breathtakingly beautiful, emotionally fulfilling slice-of-life romances. His webtoon is an international hit, known for its whimsical storytelling, soft characters, and themes of love, redemption, and found family. So wholesome that you get secondhand diabetes.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who has a cult following. His fandom is peaceful. His Discord server is full of polite theorists discussing themes of love and destiny. His fanbase cries over his updates and makes hour-long analysis videos about his symbolism.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader whose comment section is filled with ‘you are saving lives’ and ‘your work makes me believe in love.’ He responds with a polite thank you.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader whose fanbase genuinely believes he is an ethereal, kind-hearted being who cares deeply for his readers. They call him a ‘storytelling angel’ and shower him with praise.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who, in reality, is a manipulative, enigmatic bastard. He smiles softly, speaks gently, but every word is calculated. He knows exactly how to make people obsessed with his work.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who is extremely meticulous about his art, spending hours perfecting every single frame. If his pen pressure is even slightly off, he will start over from scratch.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who writes kind, patient love interests but is personally incapable of speaking to someone without making them feel like they’re being subtly interrogated.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who has a cult-like following of devoted fans who analyze his every word. He cultivates his image so perfectly that even when he does something slightly unsettling, people excuse it as part of his ‘genius eccentricity.’

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who you know, deep in your soul, is probably the most dangerous out of all of them. But his story structure is immaculate, so you keep reading.

♡ Yandere! Webtoon Cult Leader who notices you. You, the ghost in his analytics. You, who has read every chapter, every bonus illustration, every scrap of lore he’s ever posted. Never a comment. Never a message. Just... there. Always there.

He finds himself drawing you before he even realizes it. Unconsciously shaping the curve of your face in the margins of his sketches. He tells himself it’s nothing. Just an artist’s habit.

But then he wonders—what would your hands look like ink-stained?

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♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who writes like he’s on crack. His stories make zero sense, filled with memes, typos, and sheer insanity. He updates at 3 AM with absolute nonsense and somehow gets a million reads.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who writes whatever the hell he wants, whenever he wants. Meme fics, unhinged crack, psychological horror, 200-word smut snippets, an entire 300k-word novel he abandoned halfway through—pure chaos.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who writes the most batshit insane content known to mankind. His most famous work is titled something like "I Fell in Love With My Mafia Stepbrother Who is Also a Vampire and the Heir to a Billion Dollar Fortune."

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who has no filter. One chapter is an emotionally devastating death scene, and the next is the protagonist twerking on a corpse. He will write anything. No trope is too cursed, no ship too questionable. He operates on pure, unfiltered instinct and vibes.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace whose writing is an enigma—one moment, it’s a masterpiece of tension and poetic brilliance. The next, it’s an unhinged shitpost where the love interest is a literal baguette. There is no in-between.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who doesn’t follow writing rules. Grammar? Who cares. Plot? Maybe. Tags? Only the unhinged ones.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who has too much power. He makes polls for plot decisions, and his readers choose violence every time. Someone jokingly suggests "make the love interest a sentient toaster" and he does it.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who engages with readers in the most unhinged ways. Someone comments ‘I love this story!’ and he replies ‘Bet you won’t survive the next chapter.’

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who has no writing schedule. Updates randomly at 4 AM after disappearing for months. Comes back and drops 100k words like he never left.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who, in real life, is insufferably charismatic. Talks like a Twitch streamer, always slightly unhinged, and has an energy that makes people both love and fear him.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who absolutely knows his writing is a mess but thrives in the chaos. If you complain about an unfinished story, he will write a completely different, unrelated fic out of spite.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who probably has a folder of fics titled ‘cursed drafts’ and actively enjoys emotionally tormenting his readers.

♡ Yandere! Wattpad Menace who sees you’ve read everything. His analytics tell him you finished 120 oneshots in one night. He drops a new fic the next day, titled, "To The Lurker Who Reads Everything: Bet You Won’t Comment, Coward."

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You, the dead-inside lurker, consuming all their works in silence, fascinated by their writing but never engaging. You have seen the depths of their minds. You understand the intricacies of their plots. You have read every word, every story, every update.

And yet, you will never, ever comment.

They will never know you exist.

(Or so you think.)

♡ A/N #1. Genuinely funny and I hope you all enjoy this, especially since majority of my Readers are lurkers. Yes, I see you. wahahaha. I'm one as well, so I get it. Hope this is relatable to both writers and readers.

♡ A/N #2. One of my Readers made me snicker out loud with this ASK. And, honestly? I think they're onto something here...

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[black-honeyy]

Who is this man???

I've been thinking about Mr Reca as of late and I just keep coming back to the idea that he would literally just act like Gomez Addams around his lover.

I simply refuse to believe that this melodramatic man simply would not kiss the ground his darling walks on, constantly showering them in praises and whenever he wins an award for his movies, everyone is either holding themselves back from facepalming from annoyance or they're busting out the tissue box because here comes Mr Reca's famously long speeches about his precious lover.

And in a yandere context, I'm just imagining a darling who is constantly fed up with his antics but is too hooked on the attention to really leave. There's a bit of a toxic power dynamic here as Reca knows that he is doing too much, that he is being far too intense which makes you uncomfortable, which may or may not prompt you to leave him for a little while.

But oh, how you miss your dear director, how you miss the way he'd shower you in kisses and praise, making you feel like the brightest star in the whole galaxy.

The mere thought of him makes your chest heave. It's so unfair but you want him so badly.

And Reca, he would find you and would just crawl back to you like the lovesick man that he is, begging you to please take him back, he can't live without you, he needs you.

And you let him, you let him find you, you allow him to come crawling back to you like a slobbering dog, clinging onto you like a bear. You inhale his intoxicating scent and it overpowers you completely, much to Reca's delight.

He's so awful but you're no better either.

[black-honeyy]

*vroom vroom*

Bye y’all, my rides here 😋

[black-honeyy]

He’s going on my hear me out cake

The way this man is SO FINE in both forms

[black-honeyy]

Warumono-San Falling in Love with a Woman Who Looks Like a Panda - Headcanons

Warumono x Fem!Human!Reader

You saw him for the first time at the ZOO

He was way too tall for you to miss

His hair covered his eyes but you could tell he was a handsome man

He stood in front of the Panda exhibit

He was taking a lot of photos yet again

And as he turned to leave, he laid his eyes on you

A woman

A woman who looked just like a panda

He was stunned

He was staring

You tried to ignore him but his gaze never left you

You tried to focus on the animals in front of you, but you just couldn't

You moved and he followed you

Was he a stalker?

Or a serial killer?!

Thoughts were running through your mind

Then you saw him at the gift shop

He was staring at the panda soft toys when you went in.

You left empty-handed, he bought a plushie

He would go up to you and innitiate a conversation

He was a man of few words

But you did give him your contact details

He was too handsome to say no to

That was the day he leard about dates

And he asked you on a date the next day

His mind was filled with pandas and you

You and Pandas

It was all he could think about even while he was working

He texted you at work and he found himself looking forward to your reply

Then, on his day off, he invited you to his place

As you looked around you finally realized why he was so facinated by you

He loved pandas

And you were going to be his panda

A/N: Let me know if you all would be interested in more! I have some ideas! :D

[black-honeyy]

I’ve watched Mr. Villain’s Day Off just for you so THANK YOU FOR INDULGING US 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 and I would be VERY interested in those nsfw headcanons 👀 god bless you for your work and time you put into your writing 🫶

Heard loud and clear! This will be split into two parts: off duty mode and on duty mode, because for Horny Reasons I believe there are anatomical differences (I mean... he has a tail and claws in that form so... 😌)

The General- NSFW Headcanons

GN!Reader.

Off duty Warumono-san makes love to you

He savors it, taking everything nice and slow.

Caging you with his big body, his gentle voice rumbling in your ear as he tells you how cute you are and how soft you feel.

You're so small to him. So precious.

His kisses are slow, almost lazy.

He's very careful not to hurt you with his sharp teeth, especially when he goes down on you.

Which, by the way, he loves. At first he was skeptical and suspected it was some kind of trick you were playing on him, but the moment he tasted you and heard the little sounds he can get you to make he was addicted.

He has no idea how to flirt or hint that he wants sex, so on his days off he's just extra cuddly when he's in the mood.

One minute you're relaxing on the couch, the next your gigantic boyfriend is nuzzling your neck or kneeling in front of you, laying his head in your lap, amber eyes barely visible beneath his mop of hair but unmistakably pleading.

Either that or you simply won't get out of bed. He likes to spoon you, and you'll definitely feel it prodding you in the morning.

The first time you sucked his dick he ascended. It felt so good he almost passed out.

To be fair, so did you. That thing is massive.

It looks pretty much human in this form, just, y'know... large.

Although sometimes when he's inside you, you swear you can feel ridges...

He was very nervous the first time.

For one, he didn't want to hurt you; causing you harm would devastate him.

So he had you ride him (which again, he loves.)

Just laying back while you take his cock, his big hands exploring your shape.

He's not self-conscious about the markings on his abdomen, but he does shiver when you trace them with your fingertips.

Sex with him on his days off is slow, loving, gentle, as if the weekend with last forever and the two of you have infinite time together.

And afterwards he'll bring you snacks, cuddle up with you, and watch panda compilations, his heart completely full.

You're getting fucked

The General is a busy man. He only has time to rail you hard and fast against the wall or on his desk and that's it.

No time for foreplay so come prepared.

His tail thrashes when he's close and quivers when he cums.

His claws and teeth leave marks all over your body (he does feel very guilty about that later and he will kiss them better after he clocks out.)

Claw marks on your hips and ass. Teeth marks on your neck.

He licks you a lot; your neck, your throat, your lips.

His stroke is fast and brutal, he loves hearing you moan.

Flashes that mocking grin at you when you cum, as if his own knees aren't threatening to buckle beneath him because you feel so damn good.

PULL HIS HAIR.

He cums so much.

In this form his cock is an entirely different beast.

Ridged, bulging, dark grey at the base fading to purple at the head... (see here for shape reference (link is NSFW- it's a dildo))

He growls when he cums and either has to bite into your shoulder or gag himself with your underwear to avoid alerting the whole base.

Rooney once tried to call to check he was okay because there were strange sounds coming from the office, but the General was nuts deep inside you at the time and threw his phone across the room.

You're going to be an absolute mess when you're done.

But it's absolutely worth sneaking onto the Evil League's base for.

[black-honeyy]

HES SO FUGGINHD CUTE AHGEEKLZBF

the appropriate level of excitement when a cat chooses to sit next to you

[black-honeyy]

Damn Him

Warumono-San x Reader

Summary: You are in a relationship with an evil mastermind, and you have no idea about it.

You two met in a café.

He walked in ordered a drink and left while you were the one behind him in line.

After seeing him, you went back to the café almost daily.

You didn't even like coffee that much.

But the tall and handsome stranger kept you interested. 

And to your surprise, he was just as interested.

Your relationship with him became romantic after the first date.

He invited you over to his place and had a lot of questions about pandas.

His obsession with the cute animals became obvious the moment you saw his home, he had a lot of panda-related things. 

And he even got some from you.

He told you that during his work days, you wouldn't be able to meet but he would still text you from time to time, you understood and since you also had work, you completely agreed to only meet when you had the days off.

He would call you or text you on Saturdays and you two would meet up, you mostly went to the ZOO to see the pandas.

"Which one is your favourite animal?" he asked as you two were looking at the tigers.

"I'll show you." you grabbed his hand and dragged him to a different exhibit.

He looked at the animal up on the tree, sleeping, then he looked at the sign.

"Red panda." he said

"I think they are the cutest." you smiled as his eyes never left the animal sleeping up on the tree.

"Cute."

His voice was low and you barely heard him but you did.

Even so, his fascination with Pandas never stopped. He even got you a panda mug you brought into work.

Then it got to a point where he invited you over a Friday afternoon, so after work, you would head to his place with a small bag and you would spend the weekend there.

Then you would stay until Monday mornings and head to work from his place.

It was a simple relationship, filled with kind and sweet moments.

You would say you loved him.

But you didn't know much about him.

Him, on the other end, knew everything about you. He wanted to know from the moment he noticed you standing in line behind him.

But, how could a human capture his heart?

He wasn't sure, but you did.

He loved waking up, having you next to him, even just laying there was enough, but during colder days, you cuddled to his side, which he enjoyed even more.

He was sure he would never feel such a thing towards a human... and yet, he did.

He gave you his apartment key, hoping you would come over even more, damn you and your respect for his personal space!

Damn him for telling you that you could only come over on Friday afternoons. 

Damn him and his plans to destroy humanity!

Damn him and his heart for falling in love.

[black-honeyy]

This man has consumed my mind today.

I can no longer remain silent...

Dating The General - Headcanons

SFW. GN!reader. It mentions that the reader is shorter than him but he's like 7ft tall so...

To be honest, the General was confused when you asked him if he'd like to go out with you.

"We're already outside."

Then you clarified. You meant you wanted a date.

"Ah. I see. March 2nd."

He spent the night researching your strange interaction and discovered you had probably intended to initiate earthling courtship customs. How hilarious and absurd.

He called you to ask where you had in mind. You suggested the zoo. March 2nd worked for both of you. It was, after all, his day off.

There were strategic advantages to getting to know earthlings after all. And he suspected you may have also been a spy, attempting to gather information on his evil organization. So keeping you close was advantageous. He had the upper hand in suspecting you, and whether your intentions were to put a stop to his plans or not, he would revel in your despair when you realized you were a key piece in humanity's downfall.

He fell in love with you about two minutes into your date.

The way you smiled when you saw him, the fact that you had dressed nicely and made it feel like a celebration, your excitement over the animals, the perfect shot you took of the juvenile panda, the way you looked up at him when you spoke because he towered above you... there were a hundred different reasons he found himself smitten.

You were just... so... cute...

He had to excuse himself and hide behind a maintenance shed to clutch his chest and let out some of the cute aggression building inside him.

After that day he became the most devoted boyfriend you could wish for.

He sends you pictures, gifs, and videos of cute animals every single day. He's genuinely excited when you react to them, and utterly devastated when you don't.

He secretly (sometimes not so secretly) takes hundreds of pictures of you every day, just for him to keep. He scrolls through them at work or when he gets into bed. They make him smile.

You have the utmost honor in sharing his days off with him. That time is so so precious and the fact that he lets you spend it with him means a lot.

Since you don't know his name and he doesn't want you to call him General like his own kind do, he lets you come up with a nickname for him. When you pick "bear" he has to lie down and hide his face in his hands. It's too adorable. He's a wreck.

He blushes a lot when you're sweet to him. His stoicism is the most fragile thing in the world.

Expect to receive gifts. Lots of them. Especially anything panda-related, obviously. He likes to buy you treats from the convenience store on his way home from work.

BIG cuddler. He was hesitant at first but the moment he experienced his first snuggle he was a goner. He'll literally snuggle you for hours.

"You're... so... soft... aughhhhh."

His ears are very sensitive and sometimes when you stroke his hair and "accidentally" graze your fingers along them he shivers.

Loves to explore and experience new things, but also savors the comfort of the familiar. Whether you're out on a date to a place he's never been to, or spending his days off at the zoo, standing side-by-side at the panda exhibit and listening to him tell you all their names and defining characteristics, he's happy.

Just don't ask him about work.

No, really, don't.

He loses sleep over what will happen to you when the war advances and he succeeds in overthrowing humanity and claiming earth for his mother planet.

Oh he would never, ever hurt you. But the thought of you being cross with him for taking over the earth gives him the cold sweats.

But then he sees you sleeping peacefully beside him.

So cute.

He can't help but pull you closer for yet another cuddle, and at once the world feels very calm and beautiful.

[black-honeyy]

*Unhinges Jaw*

In The Darkness

Shadow demon x fem!reader— sensory deprivation, multiple orgasms, bondage (cuffs), groping, fingering, oral (f!receiving), p in v sex, finger sucking, aftercare

Your shadow demon bf had opened your eyes and welcomed you into a whole new world of pleasure that was just waiting to you both to explore. And you have. You’ve done things you never thought you’d enjoy due to the love and trust you have in your bf. In return you’ve gained so many new experiences that you’d never want to take back.

At this point you’ve pretty much stopped asking questions whenever your shadow demon bf proposes that he wants to try something new with you. But this time you think you have to ask some questions.

Because when your shadow demon bf tells you that he wants to fuck you in complete darkness, you’re insanely confused. Sure, you two have never done that before. Always having on at least a candle so that you can see each other as your bf fucks your brains out. But this is far from the craziest thing you two have ever done and it’s left you having no clue what’s going on.

Still, you trust your bf. You follow his exact instructions and you relish in the submission of it. Of letting go of all thought and action, your bf’s voice being your only guiding light. Especially as the darkness surrounds you and it’s the only true thing you can grasp onto.

Tingles shoot up your spine. A smirk begins to play on your lips as you realize the possible appeal. A eery chuckle shifts through the darkness and you jump as a moment later two clawed hands firmly grip onto the waist of your bare form. The prickly tips of sharpened claws caress up and down the curve of your stomach, leaving sparks in their wake.

“What a vision you are in the darkness, my heart. Now do you see mine?” Your bf’s haunting yet alluring voice whispers in your ear. Goosebumps rise along your skin and your smile widens, getting a sense of his intentions with this newest request.

His touch as gentle as the wind, coursing through the pathway of your body till he reaches your breasts and the caress turns firm and purposeful. Groping you and pulling you tightly into his large chest. Your grasp rings out through the dark silent space. It’s echos vibrating and increasing the tension between you.

Leaning back into the comfort of his embrace, you moan. Nothing else to turn to, to focus on, besides his touch. Bringing the sensations to a new height till you’re writhing against him before he’s even done anything to you.

“Near total sensory deprivation, the only real thing being my voice. All of your senses now completely at my mercy,” Shadow demon bf rasps darkly, finally giving you some of his reasoning behind all this.

You have to admit that the idea of it is arousing and your body agrees as your pussy floods with your essence. Always so nice and wet for him, you can’t help it. Everything he says has your nerves standing on edge and your cunt fluttering and begging to be filled.

Careful claws tease and tweak at your nipples, whimpers escaping you as you tremble in his secure hold. You cry out, rubbing your thighs together to gain any semblance of friction you can get. Yet it’s not enough, your hole so achingly empty and needing to be stuffed full. Your mind grows foggy and centers in on this one desperate thought.

“Lost in the void and who is the only thing that can ground you?” Shadow demon bf whispers into your ear again, his forked tongue slithering out and licking along the smooth curve of your ear.

The sensation is quick, tantalizing, and gone far too soon. You whimper, leaning back into him. Your body, floating as if on cloud nine, seeking out that skilled tongue of his. Knowing with every fiber in what’s left of your present being that you’ll get it. So long as you’re good for him.

“You are,” you croak out, voice weak and wanting.

A low rumbles moves through your bf’s chest in agreement, clearly pleased with your willing and eager response. The loss of his touch on your breasts, on your hard nipples, is a hit your floating mind can barely handle. A loud whine escaping you until his cool touch returns, moving along your curves. The further down he goes the less you can breathe, simply waiting.

“That’s right, my starlight,” he says as his deft fingers dip into your folds, spreading them and spearing themselves along your slit. Your breath knocks out of you, exhaling heavily as he ignites the nerves of your pussy lips. They clench and contort around him, mindlessly guiding the digits to delve inside your hole.

Shadow demon bf chuckles at the feeling, causing your cheeks to tinge with red. Thankful that even if he can feel you, he won’t be able to see you in your lewdness. Another thing the darkness around you provides. Another thing you’re looking forward to. Your bfs voice and the slow glide of his fingers snaps you out of your thoughts.

“You overwhelm me, sweet one. You are all I feel and all that grounds me to this plane. I believe it’s time I repay the favor.”

Shadow demon bf’s fingers don’t leave you as his other hand guides you to bend down at the waist. Your own arms reach out, carelessly searching through the darkness until you find it. Fingers curl around the metal cuffs suspended in front of you. The click of each lock as they enclose around your wrists has your back arching, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

“Look at you, so good and ready for me,” Shadow demon bf mumbles, drawing lazy circle against your clit as he kneels down on the ground behind you. You whimper and push back, though his free hand is quick to grab at your plush thigh. Keeping you in place.

His keen eyes reflect in the darkness, giving him access to view everything in front of him. Yet you remain completely clueless. Just how he wants you. Your legs spread further as his fingers slide back down your slit, giving him the sight of your beautiful dripping pussy. Your essence dribbling down your thighs and making such a mess. A mess he’s more than ready to clean up.

In an instant that tongue you’ve been waiting for is back and it’s back with a vengeance. Your body jolts, cuffs clanging and ringing in your ears, surprised by the sudden slick texture of his forked tongued sliding along your thigh and pushing through your folds. Not having expected more than his touch at the moment. The darkness riding you of knowing what’ll happen next.

Though your anticipation doesn’t have time to build as shadow demon bf glides his tongue through your folds, swirling around your clit in a mind-numbing manner. You moan, body rolling into the sensations but not knowing where exactly to move. Leaving you to squirm in search of your bf.

Shadow demon bf grins viciously and you can feel it against your cunt, knowing his enjoying this. Loving how you struggle and silently beg for more of him. His hands shift to your hips, both keeping you in place and letting you know where he’ll be.

All you get in warning is a growl before your bf begins ravaging your pussy, sloppily lapping up your cunt. His hands spread your ass cheeks, widening the entrance for his tongue to slide deep inside your weeping pussy. Pressure weighs down in your belly as your pleasure builds, rising onto your toes and giving him better access.

He grunts his thanks and repeats his rhythm with precise precision and never ending stamina. He doesn’t stop fucking his tongue into your cunt until you explode around it. Your walls clenching around his tongue, your essence gushing onto his tastebuds. Shadow demon bf growls and unhinges his jaw, taking in every last damn drop and working you through it.

Both of you are breathing heavily as your orgasm begins to fade and your bf leans back. You still can’t see, hear, or feel anything beside the cold metal around your wrists. The only noise your breaths. Aside from that the silence stretches on and it has the hair on the back of your neck standing up straight.

“Ready for more?” Your bfs voice suddenly growls in your ear and you shout. Body jerking back and you immediately bump into his broad frame and right into his huge girth. His erection nestling against your ass.

Your eyes scatter and search the surroundings over the shoulder you hear him from but you can’t see anything. Only darkness. Before you can respond your bf crashes his lips against yours and you let out another muffled shout. But you respond without a beat of hesitation, opening your mouth and welcoming his tongue back inside your body. Both of you moaning into it as your cum tickles your own tastebuds.

Shadow demon bf’s cock slowly starts grinding into you, neither of you breaking your kiss. You stay perfectly still for him, keeping yourself wide open and needy for his length. Still not getting your fill of wanting to be split in two.

With your body all prepped for him, your bf guides his dick through your folds. Whimpers leaving you as his tip bumps into your sensitive clit. Your bf nips at your tongue affectionately before you feel his big mushroom tip, leaking heavily with pre-cum, push at your entrance.

With a simply push forward, your bf breaks past your entrance, sinking down into your eager sopping cunt. Your jaw drops, a loud moan lights the room up with noise as his cock stretches your walls for all their worth. Forcing its way in and demanding you submit to its sheer girth and the pleasure it’ll bring. You relax as much as you can, practically sucking him inside of you.

Shadow demon bf growls, your walls nearly suffocating him you’re so fucking tight. When he bottoms out his tip nudges at your cervix. The pain sharp and aching but so delicious. You close your eyes, basking in it all. You feel so full and so complete with him inside you.

Your breaths mingle and mix in the space between your mouths. Eyes open you continue trying to search for your bf in the dark, even knowing it’s useless. Wanting to see how much of a mess you make him and even maybe wanting him to see just how thoroughly he destroys you.

By the way he draws you, making you feel every thick and bulging vein along his cock against your walls before roughly snapping his hips back inside you, you almost swear he can see you. That he knows how much of a mess you truly make him. But that’s impossible right?

All worries and thoughts leave you in the blink of an eye as Shadow Demon bf starts up his demolishing pace. Claws carefully sinking into you to keep you steady. A loud roar rumbles through the room and you jump in your bones, which only serves to push your body back into his intense thrusts.

Your bf grunts, clearly approving and you cry out as he starts moving your body back into his cock, having you meet the rough rolls of his hips. Your body tenses, cunt clenching down around him and having you feel even more full.

Tossing your head back, your teeth clench, pleasure crashing through you in waves you can’t even think to stop as there’s nothing else for you to ground yourself with. Your lost in the sea of pleasure, tingling sensations of arousal pulsing within your body and spreading out over and over again.

Your bf watches your body twist and contort in order to take his giant cock and everything it’s making you feel. A twisted satisfaction burns through him at how much of a beautiful mess you look. The sight has him picking up his pace, slamming his length inside you, molding your perfect pussy to his shape. Making his home here and showing you he’ll never leave.

Moans and cries of pleasure are no longer enough as you release a fierce scream. You can faintly hear your bfs low groan, his voice feeling so far away. Lost in the abyss your hands try and reach for something— anything. But the clang of the cuffs is all that rings true. Sparking an idea in your mind you try and reach forward, hoping you can ground yourself by placing the chain of the cuffs in your mouth.

But just as you reach it, Shadow demon bf pulls you back and burys his cock back inside your crying and begging cunt. Emotion wells up inside your chest and you sob, tears coming to your eyes. Your body moves back into your bfs chest and his voice comes back down to your ear.

“Sh, sh, sh, my love. It’s alright, you’re alright,” he whispers soothingly, hand coming up to stuff a few of his large fingers into your mouth. You whimper, sucking eagerly, letting the sturdy size of his digits ground you back down to earth and help calm you down.

His other hand soothingly caresses your stomach as he continues to fuck into you, his pace not slowing down for a second. Making sure to take care of all your needs at once. Small whimpers continue to leave you, feeling better as his presence surrounds you and stays in your mouth and pussy. You move back into his thrusts again, all on your own.

Tendrils of darkness creep up from the deep and curl around your body. Having been used to them they only provide further comfort to you. One long tentacle wraps up and strokes at your clit, bringing you closer and closer to orgasm. With a firm press of his hand on your stomach and a few more snaps of his hips, you scream once more, this time around his fingers as your orgasm bursts through you.

Your cum paints Shadow demon bf’s cock, your walls spasming and clenching down on his length. Sparks shoot up his spine and his teeth sink into your shoulder as he follows right after you into climax, his heavy load splashing deeply against your womb and filling your pussy even more than you thought was possible. His hips still rocking into you until you both sag into each other.

Shadow demon bf slides out of you gently but you still hiss at the slight sting. As your combined release spills out of you, you shiver and clench down to keep it inside of you. Your bf lights the room with a snap of his fingers and you breathe a sigh of relief as your senses come back to you. As gently as always, he unlocks you from the cuffs. Massaging your wrists and kissing them adoringly.

He guides you to bed, whispering praises, recounting every moment of what just happened through his eyes. Letting you know how good you did, how perfect you were for him, how absolutely gorgeous you looked then and now, and asking how you feel to make sure you’re alright.

Pouring endless praise and love onto you as he cleans up the mess between your thighs before he sweeps you up into his arms the moment you two get into bed. Pressing soft kisses all of your face and sore body. It’s only as you finally relax do you register all his words.

“Could you see me in the dark?” You ask incredulously, voice slightly raspy as you connect the dots. Your bf chuckles and you squeeze your eyes shut, dreading his response and forcing your own laughter down.

“‘Course I could, sweetheart. I’m a shadow demon,” he responds with amusement but your loud groan quickly overshadows his laughter. Red blooming across your chest and up your neck till it spreads all across your face. Your bf merely laughs louder, his hands caressing your back. Wanting to comfort you some before the inevitable teasing begins.