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[jasonmewkid]

It isn’t often that your Wolf Hybrid bf isn’t touching you, a Puppy Hybrid, in some way, shape, or form. A hand smacking your ass as you pass him, his grip on your waist as he draws you into his chest, and his face always tucked into your neck to catch your scent.

But it’s always a million times worse when he’s in his run. Cute smacks on your bottom turn into full blown spanking as he bends you over the nearest surface and rails you from behind.

His hands grab your waist and as soon as your back hits his chest he’s grinding his hard erection into the cleft of your ass. Practically tearing through your clothes to get to your dripping cunt.

And every time he goes in to sniff at your scent, he doesn’t just stop there. Dragging his nose down your soft curves till he’s stuffing his face into your pretty pussy and feasting on you like a man starved. Prepping you and fucking you, refusing to stop until your scent is perfectly mixed in with his.

Then just as his rut stops and he thinks he’ll be able to give you, his poor pup, a break, your heat starts. And of course you’re absolutely no better. Despite all of your bfs concerns for how much your soft squishy body can take he can never deny you a thing.

Even as unlike him you never give him a warning. You always seem to come out of nowhere and pounce on him without a moments of hesitation. He always follows by grunting as his back hits the ground, his arms curling around you to make sure you don’t get hurt.

“Maybe wanna give me a moment to breathe, mama?”

You nearly cum right then and there from the nickname alone. Your bf must notice what he said too and maybe it’s remnants of his rut but the nickname does something wild to his body, his cock growing rock hard instantly.

Which of course you use to your advantage, whimpering and whining as you hump your bare soaked pussy against his clothed bulge. Making your bf growl furiously, hands moving to guide your hips against him. He can feel your gushing pussy soak through his pants and his cock twitches at the warmth radiating from your core.

“Need my cock don’t ya, pretty? Won’t stop pawing at me till I fill ya with my seed, hmm.”

You can’t even talk, your head all cloudy and thick, and your body burning with so much need you feel like you’re about to explode. Your tail thumps heavily behind you, demanding he take care of you.

“What’s that, baby? I’m not quite sure what’cha want.”

A sick smirk spreads across his face as his hips buck and grind against your sopping cunt. Pleasure explodes behind your eyelids but it’s just not enough. You need him inside of you, praying he understands and takes you just like you need.

“C’mon, use your words, now. Neither of wanna wait on your bratty ass.”

A annoyed grumble rolls through your throat, puppy ears falling back and tail thumping a little harder. He knows what you need but he’s always gotta make it difficult. Never wasting a chance to tease you till you just can’t take it anymore.

“Baby—nngh— please! Fuck me, dammit!”

Your bf snarls and before you can even blink even flipping you over onto your back tearing your clothes to shreds. As his big red tip brushes through your throbbing folds, you instinctively reach for it, back arching into him.

“Aye, that’s it, ma. Lemme take care of ya. You just sit back all nice and relax.”

Then he’s sliding into you, his thick girth stretching you so good your eyes roll back in their head. His claws dig into your plush waist, holding you still as he starts fucking up into you like he’s the one going through a heat and not you.

Your cries of ecstasy bounce off the walls each time his cock slams back into you, his pace relentless, never giving you a moment to catch your breath.

With all the strength you have left you cling to him and try and meet his desperate thrusts. But with a rough growl your bf pushes your hips into the ground and spears into you even harder. Making you absolutely crazy with lust.

“Dont. Move,” he rasps, “Didn’t get it during my rut but mark my words imma get you pregnant during this heat. Make you a real mama.”

His words have your cunt gushing around his cock and the brutal rocking of his hips sends you flying higher and higher. Each thrust brings a loud squelch, letting him know just how unbelievably turned on you are.

Moans pour out of you in waves as your body begins to shake. Squirming and writhing on your bfs hard cock as much as you can before he pins you down even harder. A dark chuckle leaving him as he watches you.

“You want that, huh? Fuckin’ show me. Milk my cock. Augh!— Take it, t-take every drop!”

His hand snakes down and expertly begins rubbing tight circles in your swollen bundle of nerves. You’re wound so tightly you can’t hold your climax back as it blows through you, your scream so loud it rings in your ears as you violently tremble in his arms.

Your Wolf bf lets out a terrifying roar and follows right after you into the bliss of your release. His pace never faltering as he works you both through your orgasms.

The second it begins to fade your bf scoops you up into his arms and rolls himself on the ground, making you use him as a pillow. You go to voice your concern about the hard floor but almost as if he knows what you’re about to say before you say it he quickly shushes you. Placing a hand on the back of your head he starts to pet you.

“Don’t you worry about a thing, baby girl. Just relax before the next wave of heat comes.”

You whine softly into his skin but listen to his words, knowing it’ll come sooner than you’re ready for. But you have no doubt your bf will be there to work you through it, spilling you with as much of his cum as he needs for it to take.

[jasonmewkid]

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[jasonmewkid]

[jasonmewkid]

i dont think tomura has much of an outward reaction to gifts, but you do see him using whatever you bought him constantly..

the plush keychain you got him? on his backpack. he even superglued the clasp shut so no one could steal it

the mug you got him is stained on the inside from tea within only a few weeks because he uses it so much

he has every little trinket or item you've bought him proudly displayed on a shelf that he bought specifically for them

[jasonmewkid]

huzzah dear brethren we shall be rescue princess Tomura Shigaraki and ride off with them into the sunset where we live happily ever after!

[jasonmewkid]

hey hey emo boy hey hey hey emo boy

[jasonmewkid]

Been awhile since I drew my husband 🫶🏽 🤍

[jasonmewkid]

James Hetfield - 1989

[jasonmewkid]

#vode

Pairing: Yandere Boyfriend x Female Reader

Tags: Cockwarming, Perverted but Patient M!Lead, Mentions of Stalking, Sexual Themes

Readers Personality Description: not described but is unaware of his intentions.

Writers Note: Something short to start out my blog. Just getting a feel for it before diving into the real thing.

Yandere boyfriend who, at the start of the relationship, had no idea how to think around you.

Even way before you and him became friends, he had your schedule memorized from the moment you woke up, to the second you knocked out in bed.

And to think someday you'd unknowingly welcome your stalker into your daily routine?

Unlucky. Well, for you at least. But he considers himself otherwise.

Who is he to blame you when he masks his facade oh so perfectly. Luring you in by becoming the type of man you've giggled with your friends about.

His hairstyle, tone of voice, type of body, personality, even down to similar interests was all sculpted just for you.

Aren't you lucky to have a boyfriend like him?

A man who is willing to be a fake?

If only you knew how much he had to sacrifice just to be here in bed, laying side by side with your back pressed against his chest.. and his throbbing cock pushing against the crevice of your ass.

Isn't he so selfless selfish?

"Mmm.." You hum in your sleep, feeling the rock of his hips against you. "It's late, go to sleep." You managed to grumble out before throwing a leg over the pillow you had wrapped in your arms.

"I know hun.. but I can't help it." He let's out a sigh, his right hand caressing your hip. "Can I put it in..? Just the tip.. hah.." He pushes against you harder. "J-Just the tip honey. I promise.."

You shoot him a skeptical look over your shoulder. "..okay. Just the tip." With that, he smiles. "Thank you."

It takes him a moment to adjust himself, and for a second you think he may have changed his mind and had fallen asleep.

But your train of thought comes to a halt when you feel the familiar press of his tip against your clothed entrance, his hands circling around to the front to pull your panties aside.

His wet fingers slowly find their way on your slit, rubbing and lubricating, preparing you for what's to come.

"Gonna be a good girl f'me..?" You hear him breathe against your ear, nipping on the lobe before dragging his tongue gently across it.

You nod, goosebumps flaring all over your body. "Use your words for me hun. Wanna hear your voice."

"..it's embarrassing." You mutter, shaking your head. You hear him let out a chuckle before lining himself up. "That's alright baby, no pressure."

Then you feel it. The familiar burn from the stretch of his tip just merely entering. It hurt, but the pain feels so good. And you were far too exhausted to complain now.

"You alright?" He asks, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he rubs circles against your clit. Like a perfect boyfriend would. "Y-yeah.. ah.. I'm good." -- "Good."

You stay that way for a couple minutes, and you start finding it hard to keep your eyes open.

Unlucky.

He waits until you're fully gone before giving shallow thrusts, testing the waters. But he wouldn't fuck you while you're sleeping. Heavens, no yes!

..No, he'll wait. Even if it means torturing himself.

But it's okay to be a little selfish, right? You'll forgive him for making a mistake.

He sinks in, inch by inch, and he finds himself losing a part of his self-control.

You'd forgive him for this much. Right?

"Shit." He curses under his breath. His lips breaking into a smile. He brings his hand to rest on your thigh, giving it a little squeeze.

What he'd give to fuck you awake right now- to see the look on your face when you realize the man of your dreams wasn't what you initially thought of him to be.

But it's fine, he convinces himself. He loves you. And he'll wait until you fall into sin on your own.

[jasonmewkid]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about yandere nerd who saw someone else talking to you. Now you're paying the price.

You see him in the hallway, quickly avoiding his gaze as he continues to stare at you from a distance with piercing eyes, making you blush.

But when a boy comes up and tries to talk to you, he gets bold, approaching you and wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist.

“Back off, she’s mine,” is all he says, his voice sultry with possessiveness.

Then he takes your hand and storms off with you.

“Who are you thinking about right now, hm? Is it him?”

You don’t answer, the shame of the situation you’re in making you want to shrink back. But it feels so good. He feels so good.

“Answer me!” he demands, as he spanks your ass while you’re bent over his knee. The loss of pleasure as he stops pumping his thick, long fingers into your dripping pussy, paired with the sudden sting, leaves you heavy with arousal as you squirm in his lap.

“N-No, you’re all I think about, p-please,” you desperately mewl, attempting to rub your aching clit against his knee, causing enough friction to stimulate yourself as your thoughts begin to fade, chasing your own orgasm.

“Shit,” he groans. “You know, it’s really hard to stay mad at you when you look so cute and desperate on my legs, only for me.

But you need to learn that you belong to me now.”

Suddenly, he yanks your hair back with one hand, the other keeping you from squirming.

The sound you make as he whispers into your ear, telling you how fucking good you look, is enough to make him cum in his own pants.

“Aw, look at this, I made a mess and it’s your fault, baby. But you’ll help me, right? Help me, and I’ll make you feel so good I’ll forget you ever tried to talk to another man.”

Now you’re between his legs, looking up at his veiny, hard cock and the amount of cum leaking out of it. You pant as your own bare pussy starts to pulse and drip onto the floor at the sight of his dick. Your hands shakily wrap around his shaft, earning a needy groan from him.

You sigh in utter bliss at the thought of making him feel good, beginning to lap up his thick white cum like a good dog while gently stroking him, drawing the most angelic and sinful sounds from his throat.

“Y-Yes, that’s a good fucking girl,” he praises as his head falls back, face flushed, his fingers twitching as he grips the sheets. He slowly brings one hand to the back of your head, guiding your hot mouth, while biting the other to suppress his whimpers.

It doesn’t take long—he ejaculates again, and this time, shoots his load on your face, giving him a sight he thought he’d only ever see in heaven.

He needs a moment to regain his composure, huffing heavily.

“C’mere,” he croaks, fully pulling you into his arms, leaving no space to breathe. You oblige, excitement and a rush of heat filling you as your hearts pound against your ribcages, thinking about what he’ll do to you, already anticipating his hot, passionate touch.

“You can use me. You’ve been so good for me, you earned it,” he whispers, shifting his attention to your neck, sucking and biting your soft flesh.

You moan as your hips stutter against his, drawing the same sound from him.

You try to focus on your own satisfaction as you roll your hips against his knee and glide your aching slit along his big thigh, holding onto his neck to steady yourself. Your whines and puffs begin to increase as your mind blanks, and all you can feel are the intense waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He watches you as you increase your pace, hitting that right spot over and over again.

“You’re doing so good,” he smirks.

As soon as you hear his words, your body reacts—your back arches as you release on him.

He takes you in his arms and cradles you, patting your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making you drowsy until you eventually fall asleep in his embrace.

[jasonmewkid]

I'm not just a bitch, I'm a bitch with a backstory

[jasonmewkid]

Can you do mha and How they would react to you squirting, TYSM, I love your writing༼⁠;⁠´⁠༎ຶ⁠ ⁠۝ ⁠༎ຶ⁠༽

that’s a wild smiley you got there, baby

Izuku Midoriya - He malfunctions. Like… his brain just freezes. One second he’s fingering you with focused intensity and murmuring praise. And the next, your thighs are shaking, your mouth is falling open and you soak the sheets. He pulls back in awe, hands still trembling. “Did I—did I do that? You… you squirted? Oh my god—are you okay? Did that feel good? That was—wow—should I take notes?!” Once you assured him it was amazing, he gets obsessed with recreating it. Makes it his new mission. Hero Analysis Notebook Vol. 69 is now heavily dedicated to your pleasure.

Katsuki Bakugo - You squirt? This man grins like a devil. He’s got two fingers deep in you, wrist pumping like he’s trying to make you cry and when it happens, he growls, “Oh fuck yes, baby. You fuckin’ made a mess, huh?” His face is flushed, eyes wild, voice rough with pride. He rubs your overstimulated pussy through it just to see if he can make you do it again. “Gonna get addicted to this. You better keep squirting for me, princess.”You’re not walking tomorrow and you both know it.

Shouta Aizawa - Calm and collected? Not when this happens. You’re riding his face, quiet moans slipping out and suddenly you drench his mouth. His lashes flutter and he blinks up at you like he just got blessed by a goddess. He doesn’t stop. He licks through it with reverent, lazy strokes until you’re trembling. “…That was beautiful,” he murmurs. “I want to see it again. And again.” Aftercare king. Changes the sheets, wraps you in his arms and whispers about how beautiful you are.

Denki Kaminari - Short circuits. Like literally. He stares at the wet patch on the bed like it owes him money. “Holy shiiiiiit, did I just—did you just—? Babe. That was so hot I think I actually fried something.” He’s a little stunned, a lot smug and incredibly horny. Tries to fist bump you about it after. Becomes your #1 hype man. “My girl’s a squirter. I knew she had it in her.” No peace after that. Denki wants to make it happen every single time.

Eijiro Kirishima - At first he pauses, concerned. “Was that—did I hurt you?” You assure him no, it felt amazing, and then he glows. Practically beams with pride. “You’re so amazing, babe. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. Wanna make you feel like that again.” Will not shut up about how beautiful you looked while you came. Tells you it’s manly as hell to lose control with someone you trust. Next round he tries to make you do it on his abs. For science.

Hanta Sero - “Whoa, whoa, what—did you just—holy fuck, that was hot.” Hanta is a chaotic blend of turned on and impressed. He kisses you hard, groaning into your mouth as he thrusts through your overstimulated slickness. “Damn, babe. I didn’t know you could do that. You’re full of surprises.” 100% teases you about it later but in the sweetest way. “Need me to mop the floor first or you gonna flood it again?”

Hitoshi Shinsou - He plays it cool, but his eyes are blazing. Watches the way your body jerks, the wetness gushing over his fingers and murmurs, “You’ve been holding out on me.” Takes his fingers out slowly, deliberately, licking them clean like it’s the most casual thing in the world. “You liked that? Want to do it again?” Baby, you do it again. And again. He finds the rhythm that makes you gush and uses it like a secret weapon.

Keigo Takami - Smirks the second he feels you squirt. “Damn, sweet bird. You just soaked my thighs. Should I be proud or concerned?” His wings are trembling, he’s so turned on he can barely keep his composure. Immediately leans down, tongue flicking over your clit to keep it going.“Gotta say, you’ve outdone yourself. Didn’t know my girl had that in her.” Won’t shut up about it for days. Brags to himself like you just won him a trophy.

Dabi - “Holy fuck.” That’s all he says when it happens the first time, right after three fingers pump into your cunt and your body arches, a flood soaking his lap. You think he’ll mock you. But instead, he licks his lips slowly and stares at you like you’re prey. “Do it again,” he growls. “Don’t care if you scream. I wanna see that pretty pussy gush ‘til you’re crying.” Unholy obsession unlocked. You’re not leaving that room dry again.

Tomura Shigaraki - Twitches. Pauses. Looks down. “You… what the fuck was that?” You’re panting, trembling, barely able to respond and that does something to him. He stares at the mess between your legs, smirking like he’s just discovered a new level of corruption. “Gross,” he murmurs, but his hand returns, rougher now. “Do it again. I wanna ruin this mattress.” You’re ruined instead. He becomes addicted to the power of making your body fall apart.

[jasonmewkid]

DILF IDEAA

tw: nsfw, rlly just yandere build up an: ty @snail-day i hope your pillow is super cold tn

You met him the summer after high school.

He was an older man. More than twice your age with the crows feet and greying temples to prove it, but criminally handsome. One of those men with soft eyes and rough hands and a gruff voice who could charm a brick wall on accident. He'd frequent the diner you worked at. Order a coffee, talk to you a little if it wasn't too busy about your plans for college and leave a neat stack of bills on the table at the end, tossing you a wink as he walked out the door. You asked him once why he came there so often since he always complained about the coffee being bad. He smiled and said "The coffee's crap, but I like the waitresses."

You fell for him hard.

He offers to drive you home one night after keeping you past close during a torrential downpour, and you, only having a soaking wet bicycle as a means of getting home, agree. He helps you into his car with a steady hand, dropping his work jacket over your shoulders. ("you need it more then me" he said, flashing a soft grin "little thing like you'll get blown away by this wind.")

It should have ended there. A simple drive to your house, a quick trip and nothing more, but he heard your stomach growl and he couldn't in good conscience let you go home hungry. Especially since you weren't able to get food tonight because he distracted you. Ten minutes later you're sitting with him in a mcdonalds parking lot with a cheeseburger in your lap, listening to him go on a dad rant about how it's important for you to be eating enough.

The two of you talk as you eat. About school, about work, about the tattoos on his arm and how some of them are older then you are. And maybe its the fatty burger or the warm jacket around your shoulders but you feel a gooey sort of warmth building in your gut. You're so close to him, if you reached out your hand you could trace it along his jaw, his hard arms. You could kiss his lips if you got close enough. You know he feels it too.

He tells you you're a pretty girl, that you mean a lot to him. You tell him to show you.

And he does, he kisses you. Soft at first. kissing once. twice. A brief trial before he leans in and fully captures your lips in his. large hand snaking through your hair as his tongue moves against yours. he's so warm and his beard scratches your face. You think your heart may beat out of your chest.

In the back of your mind you know you shouldn't be doing this, but it doesn't stop you from asking to go back to his house.

He takes your virginity that night. Holds you tenderly despite the sheer power behind his thrusts. Makes you clutch onto the old quilt on his bed for purchase as he eats you out. He guides you through each orgasm, each new position, kissing your face, telling you to breathe during the stretch. It’s an explosion, a little death. You lean into his touch and he holds you close, promising with his forehead pressed to yours that you’re his girl, that he’s gonna take care of you, no matter what.

“I’m here sweetheart, I’m not letting go of you.”

 And he keeps good on his promise. 

The rest of that summer belongs to him. You sneak out at night to see him, tell your parents you’re going to your friends house just to run into his arms. For a few short months, he’s everything good and right with the world.

His home becomes yours. Your toothbrush sits in his bathroom, your clothes in his dresser. You wake up in the morning in his bed and snuggle into his arms, waking him up with lazy morning kisses, giggling at his old man grumbles. He listens to your problems, gives you advice as he works on his car or cooks dinner. He tells you stories from when he was in college when you start worrying about what it will be like. Lazily stroking your hair as he recalls the stupid things him and his friends got up too in uni. He makes you promise to behave yourself when he sees you smiling too much, can’t have you getting ideas.

He takes you out for ice cream and forces you to listen to his old cds. Nearly has a heart attack when you say you don’t know who Van Halen is. You pretend not to like it, but you can't help but giggle watching him sing along terribly to their songs in the car, telling you to quit being shy and have fun with him. He quizzes you on old movie trivia while you eat, and somehow that devolves into an argument on whether vanilla or chocolate is the better flavor. When he kisses you later, he tastes like vanilla bean.

You talk to him about high school and what a dumpster fire it was for you while he cooks dinner, sitting on the kitchen counter and lamenting about how you never got to have a slow dance because nobody asked you to prom. The next day he tells you to get dressed up for dinner. You walked down the stairs into the living room. The light was dim, a few balloons were tied to the mantle, and in the center of the room he was waiting for you in a tux (one you doubt had been used in years). Wordlessly, he took your hand, brought you to the middle of the room. The room filled with music and he gave you the slowdance you never got. 

“Just follow my lead. I promise I have you.”

You know what you're doing is stupid. Everytime he picks you up and drops you off he reminds you of it with a heavy sigh. Every time you sneak in through your bedroom window and nearly lose a limb you're reminded of it. But fuck it all, it feels right. His laugh, his lips, his heart.

He’s everything to you. You think you love him.

And though he’ll never say it, he thinks he loves you too.

Far too soon, August comes and suddenly you are two weeks away from going off to college. He was trying not to think too hard about saying goodbye, about how empty the house would be once your things weren’t littered all over it, how awful the bed would feel when you weren’t there to sink into at night and pepper with kisses in the morning. But he always knew this was coming. 

He’s known from the beginning that things like this don’t last.

Which is why he’s so surprised when you tell him you want to drop out of college to be with him.

His heart screams at him to say yes, to keep you by his side, but the reality sets in just as quickly. He’s a divorced father nearly double your age, his life has already been written out, yours it just starting. Keeping you here would mean keeping you from exploring. From becoming your own woman, making your own choices. If you stay here with him, you’ll never leave this town. He just can’t do that to you. 

There’s a reason society frowns on people like him. Old men that get with young impressionable girls and horde them for their own pleasure. He loves you, god, he wishes he could say it to you, but to say it to you would effectively destroy any shot you have at finding a life you built for yourself. 

It’s time for him to be an adult again.

“You’re going home, Y/N. And you’re not coming back.”

He gives you half an hour to collect your things before driving you back home. The ride is completely silent save for your sniffles, but he keeps his gaze forward ignoring the lump in his throat.

He doesn’t say anything when he pulls up to your house. Only a soft “Out.” when you refuse to get out of his car. He watches your heart break as you haul your suitcase out of the car, looking back at him with one last pleading glance, but he forces himself to look away. This is for your own good, he tells himself. Repeats it over and over, staring into his lap and trying to swallow down his tears. 

By the time he looks back up again, you’re gone.

You don’t see him for the rest of the summer, but he follows you everywhere. Everytime you smell coffee brewing or wipe down the table he used to sit at your heart aches. Whenever you listen to the radio and an old eighties song comes on you wonder if he knows it, if he’d have an opinion on it. You can’t eat ice cream anymore. It just makes your stomach hurt.

Eventually, you move to college and try to start anew. You still think of him more than you’d like, but slowly the anger and sadness has waned. Theres other things to worry about now. Classes, homework, friends, parties.

You meet a boy in your calculus class and hit it off almost immediately. He’s handsome and sweet, gives you butterflies for the first time in months, and when he finally asks you out, you say yes.

He asks you to come meet his family over Christmas break and you agree. You walk up to the doorstep with him hand in hand, excited smile plastered on your face as he rings the doorbell, but the smile fades as soon as the door opens.

You’ll never guess who his father is.

[jasonmewkid]

𝜗𝜚⋆ (nsfw) thinking of a pathetic yandere bf who's so eager to please.

he tries his hardest to hold himself back, he really does! he can't help it if after a while he's denied himself long enough, humping at your leg and staring up at you with teary eyes as he begs for you to give him a release.

he's obsessed with your taste. be it from your lips, kissing you until the two of you are breathless before he greedily goes in for more, a small string of drool hanging from mouth, or even as he goes down on your, diving between your cunt and holding your legs open as you writhe underneath him.

you've gotten used to his desperation, though there are times where you feel you can't keep up with it. he pouts against you, begging for you not to be a tease before letting out a sudden whimper as he grinds himself towards you.

you've tried to ask him what it is that has him feeling aroused so frequently. he tells you that he can't help it, that your presence drives him crazy like a love drug, yet when you try to leave he grabs onto your hands with sweaty palms, pleading for you not to.

he's extremely eager to please though! fingering your cunt until your eyes are rolling back, whispering praises into your ear as he thrusts into you.

"ngh... you're such a good girl. a-all perfect for me..." he'll groan, pushing his length inside you as you let out a moan in response. all he wants is for the both of you to feel good! what's wrong with that?

[jasonmewkid]

Yandere who breaks into your home and just won't leave.

Tw. Stalking, Yandere, nsfw themes, blackmail

You came back one day from work, tired as hell, only to find some strange man sitting on your couch with some boxes scattered around him. You threatened to call the cops, to scream and get him out, but he remained strangely calm if not a little boyishly eager.

"H-heh, I knew you'd be kind of upset. Don't worry, I already paid your rent for the next few months. T-took a bit of time to scrape together, but you're worth it babe."

When you then persisted on throwing him out, he simply took out a folder with shaking hands and showed you a mile wide stack of compromising photos that he'd somehow taken while you were completely unaware.

"Don't worry. I won't release them unless you make me."

So now you lived with your stalker now turned roommate.

It was strange. You couldn't kick him out, so you were forced to tolerate him. At first, you thought you could just wait until he left so you could hastily change the locks, but he just never left. He worked on his computer saying he had a remote job, and all of the groceries were delivered to the door. You didn't even have a chance to try and stop him.

He would creep his way into your bed at night, cook you breakfast, and act like nothing was wrong.

Yandere who likes to take photos of you openly now.

He snaps his camera at you while you brush your teeth or put on shoes. Every angle of you has been painstakingly catalogued and printed out in the albums now scattered on every table. He especially liked having pictures of the two of you together.

"Hehe, I used to have to edit myself in..."

You really didn't like mulling over what that could've possibly meant, so you just chose to gloss over it.

Yandere who likes to bathe and pamper you. It's so domestic that it's almost sickening. He makes homemade soaps to lather your skin in, and he's not half bad at making scrubs either. He learns how to do your hair in every style you like, and if you like getting your nails done, he learns that too. You asked him if it was to help save you money, but his reply was... less than ideal.

"I just don't want anyone else to touch you," He said sheepishly as he stashed the strands of your hair to use for god knows what.

Yandere who doesn't stop you from going out and living your life, but the second you get home, he's all over you. he's like your second skin, and even though you try to push him off, he just keeps nuzzling into your neck and practically humping your leg.

"C'mon! I was so good today... I cleaned and everything! At least kiss me!"

He becomes more and more comfortable in your apartment, and you slowly start to live with it as well. After all, a clean home, good food, rent paid and he pampers you like crazy: It's not exactly the worst deal in the world. Plus, he hasn't actually made any moves on you yet. No, most days he sits there smiling at you with a dopey grin and an obvious, untouched bulge in his sweatpants. He never touches himself around you, so at least he had the decency to not do that.

All in all, he's not the worst thing that could've broken into your home. Sure, it's not what you'd ever have wanted, but your starting to grow fond of this strange intruder. After all, it's hard to not be just a little bit endeared when he's snuggling up close and seeking your warmth like it was the only thing on the planet that mattered.

[jasonmewkid]

the only way

[jasonmewkid]

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