#belovedyandere oc

[belovedyandere]

Yandere concubine who desperately wanted you in his bed but still too prideful to really admit it. Who paid off some random servicemen to put something in your drink . And when you are hit this sudden fervor, how kind of him to invite his chamber. You are really so lucky that he is willing to bare his body to you in the time of need. That is until you have him pin against his bed as he begs for you to please fuck him already.

Basically prideful yandere concubine who went from ‘you’re lucky to get to fuck me’ to ‘please fuck me and don’t stop’

cw. coercion, drugging, dubcon, overstimulation, sexual themes, stalking, yandere themes

Desperation can truly motivate a person to do acts that they themselves never thought possible. Especially if it is motivated by intense longing, and to be exposed to you yet not able to have you touch him the way he wished, it was absolute torture.

Objectively it would be considered easy to hire a servant to slip a pleasure inducing drug in your beverage without any knowledge from you or bystanders. But realistically, your concubine had to consider many elements and possible outcomes. Now you must remember that your concubine does not only have beauty but intelligence, if his status hadn’t been a lowly peasant, he would have certainly been a trusted advisor. He had enough information on your schedule of the week, mentally recorded after months of observing you. He knew the best possible time to act on his plan was the early morning of you being assigned to him. Unlike the others, you were quite diligent in your duties, each day consisting of waking early in the morning, breakfast, training, guarding, training, dinner and sleep. A repeated routine that the concubine thought was unnecessary. Since you woke earlier compared to others, you were often left alone, enough to have someone serve you a drink that had added ingredients.

The only part of the plan left was to find a servant who would be trustworthy and willing to do as asked. The concubine considered that he could be the one to serve you, but that would grow suspicion and he needn’t to involve the lustful monster of a princess. You were very secluded, never fraternising with servants nor any guards, but you were not hated. In fact, you were the very few who respected servants and treated them kindly. Admirable, of course, but troubling for the concubine. He looked to newly employed servants, and there he found a woman that was clearly enthralled with him, easy to sway to do his bidding.

Now came the day. Your concubine had attempted to sleep, he wanted to look his absolute best for you but his excitement got the better of him. Fortunately, he had the chance to be serviced by the servants, both himself and his room were clean and looking presentable. He adorned lustrous jewellery and the finest of silk clothing that were revealing, something the concubine could at least thank the princess for. Now all he must do is wait, which was easier said then done. Minutes felt like hours, but finally you arrived, voicing your attendance and you were excitedly invited in as you always had been before.

Prior to walking in, your body began to heat slowly and vision grow blurry. Entering the concubines chambers felt enticing, the incense and the dim-lit room felt comforting, however, seeing the man across you sit ever so elegantly with gleaming eyes made your body stir in unfamiliar ways. You closed the doors behind you and stood as strong and balanced as you could, but your cloudy eyes and heavy breath gave it away.

It worked.

It took some convincing for the concubine to let you sit on his bed, his voice soft and sympathetic, noticing your condition. He took it upon himself to undress you, hoping for you to breathe the cool air that your uniform hadn’t allowed. But his twitching hands and shaking legs proved to show his desperation, his patience had grown as thin as paper. He sat beside you, his hands slowly taking yours to hold, finally pleading his desires to you, stripping himself of his so called dignity and inviting you to ravish him. Your mind had grown foggy the moment you had sat down, almost as though your body had grown it’s own will to move, grabbing the concubine’s shoulders and pushing his back against the bed while you yourself had ripped off your lower clothing.

You hadn’t noticed the concubines excited grunt when you roughly man-handled him, his cock protruding against his garments, already creating a wet spot that began to expand. He called for you without shame, asking you to take him and use his body however you pleased. You had ripped his own clothes soon after, sending the heated concubine into a groan at your show of strength. Your knees had plopped themselves onto the bed, your cunt hovering over his cock, swaying your lips against it while your concubine pleaded with you desperately, wanting you to shove his cock in you and ride him like an animal, he whined the longer you took until you finally shunted your hips down, taking in his cock. His eyes rolled at the sensation, the tight walls that exuded a snake’s deadly talent of killing its predators through suffocation. His hands trembled as it travelled to rest on your broad hips, his moans loud and full of divine pleasure as you rolled your hips with such vigour, arms came to rest beside his head, lowering your body to where your face met his. He leaned forward to have a chance at those lips, and you were too blinded by the drug to know what was truly going on. You smashed your lips against him, your cunt squeezing his cock while you rode him.

It didn’t take long for him to orgasm. Concubine has bedded many women, all of which he never found true pleasure in, to finally climax, to finally have you in his chambers and use him how he had dreamed of for months, his emotions felt unexplainable, the chatty man was rendered speechless, left to a disheveled mess of moans and whines of wanting more. The drug prolonged the exposure to climaxing, taking longer for you to reach it, you took to changing positions constantly.

Your concubine was repeatedly grabbed, dragged and pulled mercilessly. From the bed to the floor, where your legs wrapped around him to sink his cock further in as he fucked you with ecstasy in his face. From the floor to the wall, where you carried him yourself and pushed your hips against his, using him as a doll to pleasure yourself. No room was left spared, each part of the chambers coated in his cum, though not to the amount of your cunt, the semen overflowing as though he was a teenager finally experiencing sex. It was until it grew dark outside did you finally reach the climax that blew your mind, leaving you restless and entering sleep right after while your concubine laid beside you breathless and full of pure joy. He winced when moving, his lower body littered with bruises and his cock used to where he felt poking it would be too much. But nevertheless, he moved himself to sleep against your body, your arm under his head as he drifted to sleep. He wasn’t too worried if you didn’t go back to where the guards were meant to rest, after each guarding you had with him, the next day was your day off. An excuse could easily be made and a ‘witness’ can easily take your side if need be. But for now he wanted to take in his success.

[belovedyandere]

Hiyya! can i request where the yandere(any yandere will do^^) take the readers underwear and jacks off on them and they have their jizz all over it and then they made the readers wesr them the whole day?

yandere emperor would be one of the yandere’s to do this, though he would make sure you were present when doing so. it would be in the early morning, and you would be requested to strip only your underwear but to do it ever-so slowly. it felt humiliating but for the emperor, it was enticing. he’d be grinning ear to ear, grabbing the underwear from you, making sure the tip of his cock rested inside your underwear. his eyes would never leave your embarrassed face, you were demanded to stand still and not turn away from his gaze. if you disobeyed, you would be punished severely. he’d spread his legs, his movements slow before increasing in speed, small sounds of pants and grunts echoed in his chamber. it took him minutes to finally climax, which had you seething as it often took longer for him to do so when the two of you would lay together. your underwear was filled with his thick cum, a line of his semen had connected from the up of his cock to the underwear. he stood up in all his glory, satisfied as he handed it back to you. you were at a loss for words when you were told to were it for the whole day. slowly, you pulled the underwear up your thighs until it rested perfectly against your hole. it was still warm, and you underestimated the amount of it. you were rightfully scared that it would spill down your legs in front of others, but the emperor cared very little. in fact, throughout the day, he would call you to come to where he was, his hand roughly cupping your sensitive area to see if it was still filled. he would be reading the daily paper of his duties for the day as he did this or speaking to advisors, his finger sliding into your hole, attempting to smear his cum inside your inner walls, smirking slightly when you bite your lip to hold in your moans.

[belovedyandere]

Goth reader getting caught smoking by jock end up getting punished

cw. aggression, codependency, controlling, dubcon, edging, sexual themes, yandere themes

It was a daily stress dealing with the interactions between classmates as well as family members. Unnecessary commentary, conversations and overall stares that you had come accustomed to but this day, it had you seething. And what could a normal, frustrated goth do to get through the day? Smoke a good cigarette to ease the pain of daily life.

You tried to light the cigarette that was held between your fingers. You were too engrossed in keeping the fire alight against the wind to notice that your jock had found you. He stomped his way over and grabbed the cigarette, crushing it in his palms before dropping dropped it to the floor, and then stomping on it. You stared at him, unfazed while he gazed back, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes narrowed. You ignored his large stature that hovered over you, pulling out another cigarette and proceeded to light the new cigarette only to have this be crushed and stomped on again. You stared at him, daring him to do it again before resuming to grabbing another. The cycle continued until you had finally come to the very last cigarette, you both stared at each other, standing still waiting for the other to move. You glared are him, determined to even inhale one puff before having it taken away unfairly. You turned your back to him, doing your best to swiftly light the cigarette though you were up against a giant who pummelled his opponents in the field with just his body.

You knew it was inevitable, but you still tried. And halfway through of almost having it lit, the jock who towered over you had grabbed the lighter from your hand, smashing it to the floor right before grabbing the cigarette and throwing it on the other side of where you both stood. You groan in frustration, turning to face him, warning him to buy you a new lighter or else you were not going to be acknowledging his existence for the next week. You were about to walk away, but you were pulled back into his arms. “I don’t know if you get a kick out of pissing me off, but how many times have I told you to stop smoking?” He rhetorically asked, his jaw clenching in hopes to hold back saying anything that he knows will have an argument start kicking. You rolled your eyes, annoyed by the way your boyfriend had been babying you. You were well aware of what could occur from smoking, and you took that in stride.

He noticed your indifference to his frustration, that made his insides boil. How could you not care? He cared so much, he didn’t want to see you throw yourself down a road of self-destruction. Call it dramatic, he doesn’t care, it’s a slippery slope from cigarettes to hardcore drugs that deteriorated an individuals body. He couldn’t bare to see that happen to you, he can’t even handle you holding a pack of cigarettes in your hands.

“Are you stressed?” He asked, his face sinking to where your ears were, his lips softly touching against them. Your jock, albeit forgetting at times, knew how to play with your heartstrings. At times force was necessary, but those other times, the soft lover went a long way in having you comply to his wants. “There are other ways to relieve stress, babe.” A whisper in your ear, followed by a peck to your ear and a soft bite to your lobe had you reeling in embarrassment. You were still frustrated with his controlling nature, but a small part of you knew it was out of his love and worry for you. Although you’ve blocked yourself from the world, this person, even in his most annoying moments, you can’t help but feel your heart open to him. Embrace him. You turned to face him, his face inches away from yours now, “Like what?” You snapped back, watching his eyes linger onto your lips. You were met with silence, only his hand reaching to grab your wrist and pull you to the abandoned stairwells on the other side of the building. During breaks, people occasionally would go there but not frequently. And when it was class? Nobody ever lingered there, except for the two of you of course. It was initially your hangout spot, but ever since your boyfriend came into the picture, you were never there without him. Although that wasn’t your choice at times.

“You don’t need to smoke, you’ve got me.” Without a moments notice, he had you pinned against the wall, face to face with each other. “You just need some dick in you, I’ll have you relaxed the fuck out in no time, babe.” He grinned, somehow already having both his and your pants unzipped. His movements were rough and rushed, not allowing you to get a word in, his palm encircling both yours and his dick, sticking them together while pumping them vigorously. You wanted to talk back to him, pettiness getting the best of you but his lips already made it before you could say anything. Biting onto your lips, sucking your tongue, prepping your hole with his other hand– this was his usual manner during a steamy session but this time, it was as though part of his roughness felt too intense, like he had been the one that was stressed and was taking it out on you, the way you would have with that cigarette.

It wasn’t long before you had yourself creaming into his hand, but you were the only one to release. You slid down the wall, sitting on your bottom to catch a short break. Something as simple as being given a handjob wouldn’t have had you wanting to tap out already, but your beloved jock stimulated your whole body. Each sensitive nerve triggered, pleasuring you to the point where you couldn’t stand still anymore. You watched him go down to his knees, muttering how sexy you were while coming in between your legs, pulling you to him to where if his cock was soft, it would have nicely rested against your cheeks. Your legs rested on each of his thighs, and not a moment later did they start to tense once he entered in you. No matter how many times he fucked this hole, he could never get bored of it. And as much as he wanted to have the predicted yet anticipated heavy sex that he blissed out from every time, he saw an opportunity, so he chose to do the exact opposite. Now difference in speed didn’t lower or increase pleasure as much as you would think. The slower he was, the more prominent you felt your walls parting for his thick pulsating girth, the steady movement allowing you to feel the impact of your favourite spot being kissed. However, when sped up, the tip would continuously slam against the spot that had your eyes rolling.

So initially you hadn’t minded his starting speed to be gentle, he on the other hand was excited to see you grow impatient and desperate. To see your nonchalant face flushed and begging for his cock to fuck your brains out. After minutes passed, he noticed you grow restless, squirming and moving your hips to encourage him. You even clenched your hole tighter, and that almost had him snap but he stayed true to his directive. Not long after, did you finally begin to mewl out for him to move faster. He had to stop entirely once he saw you pleading with small please’s, looking up at him with round eyes. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll move fast for you.” The corner of your lips turned upwards ever so slightly, until he said this, “I just need you to promise you’ll quit smoking.” You groaned like a child, punching his chest knowing very well it did very little. “You don’t need to smoke, anytime you’re stressed you can come to me. I want you to depend on me more, that’s not so fucking hard, is it?” Seconds passed by where the two of you only stared at each other, but your stubbornness gave out and you relented. Giving a small nod, but that was enough of an answer since you felt your body almost fly off of the jock’s lap when he plunged hard into you.

You were rendered speechless, his speed leaving you in a state of mushy goo that couldn’t put in the effort to move from all the stimulation that your body felt. Your chin rested on his shoulder, grateful that your boyfriend had the strength of a god, you couldn’t bare to move and he happily did what you didn’t want to do. “Baby, you cummin’?” His hot breath ticking your reddened ear, he felt you nod against his neck and grinned, “Fuck, you’re so hot..”

Seconds passed and you felt the sweet release hit your body like a wave. And all you could feel as you came down from that high was warm, thick strings coat your insides while kisses were being adorned against your ears and neck. “I’ll be your stress reliever, always.” He whispered in between breaths, nudging against you with a satisfied smile.

[belovedyandere]

how did yandere househusband and his darling meet?

cw. female reader, oral, sexual themes, stalker, yandere themes

unfortunately you had suspected of being followed, yet you felt somewhat relieved it was during the day. people bustling, easy to get lost in the crowd. rather in the night, it’s dark and isolated. but no matter which turn you took, this stalker was hot on your heels. the nearest police station was 30 minutes away by walk and you weren’t sure how much longer this person’s patience would last. your last resort was to grab yourself a partner. heading to the closest stranger beside you, you grabbed their arm sweetly and greeted them happily. pulling them in for a hug, you whispered for their assistance. it had you feeling satisfied once the stalker turned away and left, yet bits of anger at their relentlessness ate at your soul. but no matter, they were gone and now you must thank your ‘hero’.

you thanked him profusely, offered him your card to contact you for help if need be and left. without your awareness, you gained a new stalker. ta da, it’s your future husband, who at the time was a lowlife delinquent who took advantage of others money and time when he pleased. but when you innocently asked for his help, held onto his arm and thanked him for just being there, he couldn’t help but wonder what this unfamiliar feeling was. this desire to do more for you. he wanted your approval, your praise and satisfaction.

which leads him to sucking at your sweet spot so desperately, his arms snaking your thighs as you sit above him, pulling you further into his mouth. lapping over your wetness with his tongue so eagerly, wanting more of your pleased moans and gentle hands caressing his hair. that act has him reminiscing of the first time he met you. how everything somehow turned brighter, how colours were beautiful and the motivation to do something never felt stronger than that day and so on.

[belovedyandere]

Ooh, could we see more of Yandere Empire x Prince reader? I feel like there's so much potential there

Imagine reader, a Prince visiting to discuss the prosperity and needs of the particular section of the nation that their family rules, only for the emperor to grow infatuated by them. By the time it's all over, the Prince continues to as if they didn't catch on to Yan Empire's moves, hoping to return back without any trouble. Only to be told that if they didn't cooperate, the emperor wouldn't hesitate to slaughter his family and destroy the section of the kingdom his family ruled.

Prince reader being in an arranged marriage, only for the emperor to rearrange so that the reader would marry him.

A not so smart prince reader rejecting the emperor's advances, thinking that this would end the emperor's infatuation with him.

cw. angst, aphrodisiac, dubcon, imprisonment, sexual themes, yandere themes

It felt strange entering a land that was not your own, perhaps it was the contrast in scenery, or the culture, maybe even the regulations that were imposed. Though something in you said it was the instinct of a young zebra entering a hungry lions den. The emperor had more years in his reign, you were regarded as new to the public eye in your kingdom. though that did not stop you from pursuing tasks that would bring great opportunities to your people. this was one of them.

It was surprising that your royal family had even been accepted to enter the large land, what not for his isolated ideals that were fuelled by the prospect of war and claiming new land. Nevertheless you seized the chance without question. You were given a day to idle in the chambers gifted to you as an important guest of the Emperor. You took notice of the people, the servants, the buildings and areas that you passed through. The people of the empire seemed to prosper greatly, but there seemed to be a dreaded silence upon them. How come? The prince didn’t know. The second day arrived, and the lovely prince was continuously fixing his royal attire before the guards came to lead him to the emperor. Confidence and security was key. He could not show weakness or desperation, his people counted on him. Once the doors opened, there was the dreaded silence in the room. Across the prince, stretched to the back of the room sat a figure, covered by a curtain of linen that weren’t transparent enough to see the face of a person but enough to see the shape of them.

No one spoke a word. But my you were very determined to make an impression, clearing your throat, you introduced yourself— from your title, to the name of your kingdom and the honour you felt being in the presence of the infamous emperor. The silence followed after had dampened the confidence you once had. You attempted to continue but was cut off by a voice that resonated through the room.

“Come closer.”

To which you did the opposite. The sudden demand had you frozen in place before being slightly pushed by the guard behind you. So much for oozing confidence and security. Your legs moved on their own, stopping only a few feet away from the curtain. The figure stood up, spreading the curtain from the middle. Your wide eyes finally witnessed the famed emperor. If his face did not scream warlord, he was quite handsome. But the aura emitting from him felt thick, it was hard to formulate into words, it was as though coming face to face to a beast from another world and you knew it was feeble to fight. However, the prince that you are, stood tall and noble.

And that same beast cracked a smile but it lacked the warmth that you were accustomed to at home, this whole region lacked warmth. You were terribly homesick already. He repeated your name, bringing you back to your surroundings. His call felt as though how one would repeat an instruction they had to follow correctly. After the initial meeting, days passed, not once being called upon the emperor during that week. You weren’t sure if this was how consulting with a neighbouring country was meant to go, but you weren’t going to complain. The scenery, the room, the service, the food— new discoveries in this foreign land was enough to pass the time.

But at last, you were summoned. You gathered yourself once more before you entered the room, reciting topics to discuss in your mind as you walked through the palace. When you entered the room– there were no sight of guards, servants, or counsellors. Only him. Odd but not enough to warrant concern. You were beckoned to sit across from him, and you had almost tripped on your way over. Though you felt embarrassed, the emperor's chuckle lightened the mood. Servants had rushed in with dishes before leaving quietly. The chats were light and amicable. He inquired about your enjoyment of your stay thus far, and you said that you had definitely enjoyed your stay, for the most part.

“I am pleased to hear this. It would be troubling if you did not enjoy your new home.” He brought his glass to his mouth, a smirk curling at the edge of his lips. “But nevertheless, it wouldn’t matter to me. Just as long as you are here beside me.”

“Oh yes, I— Excuse me?” You asked confused, your brows furrowed in bewilderment and heart beating strangely fast, did you hear that right? “I don’t understand what you quite mean, esteemed emperor.” You tried to keep a steady tone, not wanting to anger the war lord of the west. But you could already feel your fingers begin to tremble, as though your body knew what was to come before you even knew.

He chuckled once more at your confusion, finding it so simple and childlike, it was adorable. A sharp contrast to the meddling lords who would attempt to snake their way through to him. “What don’t you understand? I would assume you were taught proper English as a prince?” He teased, grinning at your shocked and embarrassed expression. “This is your new home, my husband to be.” He paused before saying the last few words, to make certain that you would comprehend your new situation.

You stood up from your seat, the sounds of screeching from the chair ignored as you stared at him in disbelief, “I can’t, I-I have a family, a duty and a kingdom to rule someday, I cannot stay here.” You said through a trembling voice, “I will soon have candidates to be married to and create a famil-“

“Sit down.” The emperor’s voice cut you off, his eyes piercing your thoughts, his stare felt overwhelmingly intense. You wanted to run, you wanted to run as far as you could until you could see the gates of your kingdom that you dreamed of ruling. This was not supposed to happen, there was no mention permanent residency nor marriage. You felt defeat, you knew you could not fight against the emperor nor would you want your men to lose their lives for you. Your legs gave out, you sat back down, slumped. “Why…why me..esteemed emperor?” You hoped this was a joke, a cruel one but a joke. And if it wasn’t, maybe you could reason with him. Or at least try.

The emperor stared at you, his indifferent expression slowly falling to a relaxed and almost imitating a warm expression, but not quite. “You charmed me.” He said a matter of factly. How could have charmed him? This was your only second meeting, the last barely had any word exchange. “Yes, that’s it,” he spoke again, prompting you to look up at him, “Your face, your expressions, they reveal your inner thoughts and emotions. It’s refreshing. But there’s more to it.” He added, standing up and making his way to you, his eyes never leaving your own. And you couldn’t look away, his eyes demanded your attention and gaze.

He stood beside you, his fingers tracing your neck, lifting your chin to face him as he leaned in. “Accompany me to my chambers tonight, dear husband. You will need to understand what needs must be fulfilled before our matrimony.” He said in a silly voice, holding onto your shared eye contact a moment longer, his eyes tracing to your lips and back to your eyes before walking to the door. “Don’t keep me waiting, I am not a man of patience.”

It had felt as though your whole body experienced being strangled with every step you reluctantly took. Each moment you realised how close you were to reaching his chambers. Bile started to reach your throat, nauseousness and anxiety pooling together to make an unpleasant dump of fear filled thoughts swirling. Your mind raced sporadically. From the dinner, to the upcoming visit you dreaded. But through all of this, you felt pain. Sadness. Reality had hit you very swiftly– you may never see your family again. Your home. The gardens, your fathers office, your mothers greenhouse, the stables…it felt as though a piece that was firmly stitched to you had been cruelly ripped from you. And now you were bleeding as you walked to the person who had done this.

The guards who escorted you announced your presence, and your body ran cold when you heard his voice on the other side to enter. You tried your best to keep your body from shaking, to show strength that was a representation of your homeland. But you weren’t sure if your body stayed still as you were pushed to enter in a matter of seconds after the doors opened.

The moment you had entered, a foreign smell hit your nostrils. Invading your body and mind. It smelt…nice, calming, almost enough to relax your anxious heart. Through lidded eyes, you saw smoke, it was incense, multiple littered around the room. Enough to fill the whole room with the smell but not enough to leave you choking on the smoke. It was strange, moments after inhaling the smell, you feel as though you’re back home in your mothers arms. Such serenity a smell invokes.

“We don’t have that back home…” You muttered to yourself, earning a heartily chuckle across the room. You had only noticed the full design of the room, and where the owner of that room stood.

“What don’t you have back home, my prince?” There on the bed sat the emperor, his leg crossed over the other, watching you with amused, curious eyes. A smile that seemed innocent enough but only a fool could not sense deeper intent behind it.

“The..incense…we don’t have them. We just have candles.” Your speech had grown slow, mellowed, something that internally surprised you but you weren’t able to dwell on it for long. You couldn’t. Not with the focused gaze of the emperor across you, it was consuming, so much so it would be difficult for you to retreat to your thoughts.

He beckoned you to come, you hadn’t noticed that you were getting closer to where he sat. Your thoughts were too preoccupied with his the emperor. The way he sat with all knowing eyes, filled with an aura of might power that could challenge God himself. It filled you with envy, especially when you were at his bidding. You stood before him, closer than you would have imagined. Close enough for the emperor to reach you and pull you towards him. Your breath caught in your throat as his arms snaked around your hips. His forehead resting against your abdomen. He stayed still for what felt like eternity until his arms began to unwrap and travel down to your thighs. He turned his head, his eyes glaring into yours while he kept his head still resting over your abdomen. “Of all the women and men, you are by far the most ethereal. Perhaps, it’s because of the light environment you were born in.” He stated calmly, watching your gazed expression with a delighted expression. His large hands that bore deep scars began to slowly make their way up from your thighs. Reaching bellow your buttocks, squeezing and pinching the fat of your thighs before doing the same to your cheeks.

He moved his face from your abdomen, settling his nose to where your crotch laid, “My cock will conquer you. It will reach from here,” as he spoke, his nose began to travel back up to your abdomen, “aalll the way to here.” He stopped just inches below your belly button. Your glassy eyes that turned your vision blurry finally took in the expression of the emperor, his cheeks had a shade of red that an angry drunk would have, and his eyes pooled with lust and desire. “I’m quite excited.“ Your clouded mind was not prepared to be flipped so suddenly, your whole perception of reality and your surroundings felt slow and wonky. The only thing that your mind could process was his voice. “Strip. Slowly.” His commanding voice that felt as though were denying God. You didn’t know why you were doing this, but your body felt so hot and itchy, and you just wanted out of these clothes now! You began to clumsily fumble with your attire, your pouty lips and pink stained cheeks enticing the emperor as he watched.

He liked watching your cloudy, teary eyes furrow when struggling to get out of those cheap fabrics. The sight of your red blush covering the tip of your ears urged him to nip at them while thrusting into you like a wild man. He just knew how weak those ears were. Your whole body felt new yet familiar to him. You belonged to him. Your slutty body, your eyes, mouth, ear, nose, everything. And soon, your heart. It didn’t matter if he had to force his way. He will get his birthright. You.

He watched you as you laid, in all your glory, on top of the red silk sheets that complimented you. You couldn’t look at him, ashamed and fearful of what was going to happen. You couldn’t even wrap your mind around what was going on right now.

You could hear clothes dropping to the floor, your looked over to see him hovering over you, naked. Your head sinking further into the bed when his hands placed themselves on either side of you. His whole weight plunged you deeper onto the bed. If you weren’t feeling strangely light headed, it still would’ve been difficult to find your foothold and escape from the bed. “We are not supposed to be intimate until after our wedding ceremony, but who am I to deny my prince’s urges? It’s very difficult for me to hold back when your future husband sees your lustful face innocently begging for my cock.” He smiled warmly, similar to how one would look at their pet who begged for treats. You originally thought this man was calculating, but now you believed that as well as him being delusional. However, the more you took notice of the incense and inhaled it, it became too hard to deny what he said. Your whole body felt disorientated. You needed to prod your whole body with your fingers. You needed to wrap yourself in skin to feel grounded. You needed something to stop this frightful sensation that you weren’t human anymore.

Your breathing began to become unstable at the incessant thoughts, and your emperor took notice of it quite quickly. It would be strange if he didn’t, as he was inches from your face ever since he had gotten onto the bed. He watched over your face, taking in your expressions and the way they revealed your thoughts. It was amusing. “Shhh, little prince, just focus on me. I’ll make you bound to me and my cock.” His strange way of comforting had at the very least kept your thoughts at bay. Especially when you watched him grab your hips and pull your bottom to his face, wrapping his arms around your thighs to keep them spread. A warm, squishy texture suddenly invaded your hole. You released a surprised mewl, your eyes looking to see his own. His eyes are always on you, has been since the beginning. It left you unsettled but the unfamiliar prodding sensation in your ass left you unfocused. Your thighs shaking, in shock at the pleasure. You weren’t aware of how two men were like when intimate. Is this normal?

You were to weak to keep your lips shut, releasing moans and sighs that were like music to his ears. Before the screams of agony from men in war would excite him. Who knew a prince mewling beneath him could do much more than excite him. Feeling your hole relax, he figured since you have been lubed and stretched, it was time. He moved your hips as he pleased, already feeling bliss from the control he had over your body.

His enraged cock-head pressed against your hole, causing your thighs to quiver, and you tightened up even more firmly than before, pulsing on his shaft and gasping under your him, your hole gripping his cock as though you would never desire him to pull out again. It didn’t take long before he came in you, huge thick ropes coating your insides. It seemed to surprise him as well. But he regained his posture, slamming into your hole over and over without break. You choked on your drool, tears and snot streaming down your face. You felt unsightly and disgusting.

“Even covered in sweat, tears and snot. You look divine.” He muttered between groans, his hand wrapping around your cock cruelly, wanting to see you cry out more and become more messier than before. The emperor’s face was a testament to the total pleasure swallowing his cock. It was the look of a man who was completely lost to bliss and ecstasy. He sighed moments after, lazily rocking his cock in and out, making sure to push as much of his semen into the deepest parts of you so you would be leaking for days.

“Conquering you has been my greatest victory. And conquering you tomorrow, the day after that and the day after that, and so one will be my reward.” He bent down, licking up your snot before giving a peck to the tip of your nose. He did the same with your tear stained cheeks, licking up from your cheeks to your eyes, giving each one a peck.

[belovedyandere]

nerdy yan makes me sooo unhinged because i feel like you could do anything to him and he would probably like it… not that he could stop you, either? i imagine him being really scrawny tbh.

i just wanna ride this guys dick until he’s tryna push me off. i wanna give this man head until he’s tuggin at my hair and crying. i wanna have this guy call me mommy. i want this man to show up at my doorsteps threatening me with whatever fucked up video he had secretly filming in the background to give him whatever he wants. then i wanna fuck the life outta him.

to see you five days a week leaves him content, but to have your attention on him? within lewd context? it’s like he’s discovered a whole new world he hadn’t thought possible, and he wasn’t sure on what to do but nevertheless he was honoured. like a geeky boy who had just transported into his favourite comic book. he could never have guessed that you would want him like this. he had led himself to believe seeing you around school was enough, but the more you gave him, the more he craved. every pleasure you gifted him, it sent him to highs to the point that his body would experience withdrawals if he wouldn’t see you within the next few days. though it had him feeling anxious when you did take the lead. was he enough? between whimpers of pleasure and crying from overstimulation, he would pay attention to your reactions as you rode his cock, he wanted to see you smile, he wanted to see you cry out in pleasure, he wanted to see you mewl with ecstasy— he wanted to know if he was enough for you.

now he wouldn’t threaten you, but he will begin to crave more of you, though he’s far too shy to ever take charge. so he reserves himself to just being within close proximity, fumbling his words and fidgeting constantly, hoping you would notice his aching cock when you glanced at him, praying you would grab his arms and drag him away, begging to hear you demand him call you mummy as you slam your hips against him to the point he can’t tell where your body starts and where his ends.

[belovedyandere]

I can’t stop thinking about Yandere solider overstimulating his darling. pumping his cock until his legs are violently shaking and he isn’t able to form a coherent sentence. completely ignoring his own raging boner in order to focus on his cute boyfriends dick and his fucked out face, head thrown back, drool spilling from the side of his mouth, eyes half-lidded. and after he’s had his fun whispers nothing but loving and caring words telling him how well he’s done.

cw. dubcon, oral, over-stimulation, sexual themes, yandere themes

it’s difficult for him to remain in a stable rhythm when both your hands flail to hold onto him, to somehow let him know he needs to slow down. he had already latched onto you, putting you through hours of foreplay. you had question his stamina and wondered about how his jaw had never gone tried from the amount of rounds the soldier went through sucking you dry. even when the whole tiring ordeal was done, he made sure to give an extra clean, leading to a few more extra messes and unbearable stimulation. his will power had held on for a long time, with the way he rubbed his raging boner against the bed sheets yet never taking charge in releasing the excruciating pain that he endured. it was as though if death would be at his door if he even so lifted his jaw from your cock to breathe. it wasn’t until you had begged him to stop that he finally relented. yet somehow, through kind words and mini make-out sessions that you couldn’t reject from how drained you were, you found yourself in a worrying position.

you had been lifted into the air effortlessly, your back resting against his chest as he stands with no struggle. it was clear that by the time insertion of his particularly large member, you had felt exhaustion at its peak and now it felt all too overwhelming. he believes your need to stop may mean you’re afraid of being dropped, but in believing that, he wants to prove to you that there’d never be even a possibility of this ever happening.and besides, this position should bring some form of comfort to you, this level of closeness he only fantasies of every second throughout the day is almost soul binding to him. the control he has of your body, the pace and strength is all within his own influence only further has his heart reeling with want and desire.but there’s no doubt he’s responsive to your wants, slowing down but never decreasing the force of his cock penetrating within your deepest of walls.

it was clear that by the time insertion of his particularly large member, you had felt exhaustion at its peak. gradually slowing down, he drawled out long thrusts. however, it had felt that the decrease in speed made you more perceptive of his size and shape. perky veins pulsating against you, it’s thickest base stretching you within each push and pull. it had you squirming, your toes tightly scrunching while your fingers dug into his scarred skin. his breathing is rough, he’s tired as well, but sleep means nothing to him if he can have you this compliant against him. allowing him to have this closeness of a warm body, your warm body had meant that sanity and peace of mind from sleep was no longer welcomed at this stage. especially when his release is so close, he noticed yours is as well with how your hold tightens in anticipation of your gut churning with pleasure. but he knows with this speed it’d only prolong it, and to many that may have them grow impatient but for your soldier, he savours every thrust, every tightening, each mewl, each tired glances and all the time he has you like putty in his arms. minutes go by, and you can feel your stomach build up for the release and you can feel the thrusts seem to grow intense.

soon he’s releasing a thick load that had been stirring ever since he had returned home, it gushes into you, filling your walls, letting itself known that it had been there in your deepest of lustful places. you follow right after, twitching and jerking in his hands while you paint the floor white. routinely he praises you and whispers against your ears kind words that praise your entire being, but all you can hear is rugged breaths and whimpers. he tried to speak but he struggles. the buildup had him swimming in euphoria. he had only hopes that his this would continue in his dreams.

[belovedyandere]

so inspired by that last yan nerd post…imagine academic rivals (my fave trope of all time) and the yan thinks this is all a declaration of love and is head over heels while the darling is abt to rip his head off for scoring above her

cw. dubcon, manipulation, sexual themes, yandere themes

what i find amusing about this whole debacle, is that many of the other yanderes fight to have your love and attention. yandere nerd, however, is quite content just by seeing you for the day. he doesn’t need much contact, he doesn’t feel deserved of it. BUT YOU- you can’t stand the yandere nerd. how he constantly scores above you, no matter how many restless nights of studying, he somehow ends each quiz, each test, each assignment and each exam with exemplary results. you can’t handle placing second, especially not to some lowly nerd that hides in the corner whenever you flash your eyes of disdain at him.

it baffles you, when he tells you he doesn’t have private tutors as you do. how he doesn’t requests one on ones with teachers, asking newly questions for the upcoming assignment. it takes everything within you not to strangle him, he must be lying. he has to be. with the way he stutters and avoids looking at you in the eyes. perhaps he cheats? but cheats each time? he surely would have been caught by now. no, he’s the personification of a well behaved nerd, teachers would never suspect him. although you being beside him frustrated you to no end, your tendency to be the best pushed you to become ‘friends’ with him. learn all his secrets, have him reach you, oversee what tactics of studying he uses in learning new topics. and then beat him bloody by winning.

it was tricky at first, he seemed to be awkward whenever you approached him, still is but notably more tamed than before. he always had a look of surprise and awe when you greeted him. as he should, someone below you should always be amazed at seeing you. turns out, you learnt a few tricks from him, very useful tricks. but he continued to place first, while you below him. how come? you used the same tactics he did, studied even more so than him. the latest exam was the last straw, his “good job” when you placed second, again. and he placed first, again.

although you preferred to win fair and square, your emotions of inadequacy led you to a road you never would have thought of at the beginning of this whole situation. dragging him to your house, into your bedroom, you demanded the nerd strip. he, of course stuttered, and flailed about at this order of yours. he was too confused, too overwhelmed. he already felt flustered when you grabbed him by the arm and led him to your bedroom, but now you wanted him to be naked? in front of you? he could already feel the tight bulge in his pants, cursing himself. he didn’t have enough time to cover his eyes as though to hide, your lips found his, hungrily devouring him, as though to show your power over him. halfway through your tongues entangling each other, his knees had given out. falling to the floor, his face bright red and out of breath, he watched as you stripped before him. he was always happy just to be in the same class you, but here you were, seeking his body out like a hungry tiger. he was surprised you felt this way toward him. of course he felt blessed that you wanted him, but he never felt deserved of it. you stood over him, your room light behind you, you looked godly.

he backed against the wall, and you followed with aggressive intent. sitting over him, your arms wrapped around his neck, continuing your kiss as you rubbed against his bulge. you had assumed from his stature that he would be small, but you were surprised with an endowed coco when you unzipped his pants. you glanced up to see his fingers cover parts of his eyes, only gaps could show where his eyes locked with yours. you began to feel slight embarrassment, but if this meant that he may become unfocused and fail the next exam, then so be it. lowering yourself, you winced at the stretch, your hands gripping his hair as you continued to lower yourself until his base had completely disappeared within you. you gasped once he was fully inside you, resting on top of him, your chest against his. he could feel every twitch inside you, you were so warm, so tight, this had to be a dream. an amazing, wet dream that he didn’t ever want to wake up from. he felt tears prickle at his eyes and slide down his cheek. him, a gross, lonely nerd didn’t deserve this from you. you heard small sniffles above you. you look up to see him softly crying, you didn’t know how to respond. all you knew is the guilt creeping up in your gut. your hand grabbed his cheeks softly, wiping his tears away, “What’s wrong?” You ask him, genuinely worried, he should be happy that you, the number one, allowed him a chance to have your lips, your body, your warmth. why is he crying?

“I-…” it takes him a while to form a sentence, all that escapes him are small sobs and sniffs. “I don’t deserve this, you’re so pretty, while I’m gross. you’re so smart and have so many friends- you can talk to people so easy and you have such confidence and I-..I ” he mutters, unable to finish while he allowed you to wipe his newfound tears, you both sat silently. even as he sobbed, he was still going strong down there. you had never realised how pretty your yandere nerd was, his face tinted pink with and glassy eyes staring back at you with innocent wanting. the guilt fluttered away with what he had said, how he felt towards you. you didn’t respond to him through words, you answered him back with your body. this time you were gentler, kinder to him. kissing his lips lovingly as you moved your hips slowly. you were still trying to get used to his size, your kisses at times being interrupted by your gasps and mewls, his shaking hands finding your hips and holding onto them as you began to fasten the pace. “If I’m doing this, then it means you are worthy, so just sit there pretty for me, hm?” you whispered against his ears, licking it right after which had him groaning lowly, it had seemed you found a small weak spot of his. though you could say his whole body was a weak spot, wherever you touched he responded in shudders and twitches. it had been a while when you came, he had already climaxed twice before then. muttering apologies each time he released thick semen inside you, stuttering his worries of you becoming pregnant which you would say you wouldn’t mind. that would shut him right up and have his cock hardening instantly. you were both left on the bedroom floor, you resting against his chest while cum spilled out of you. you left your arms around his neck, and his arm around your waist and you both drifted off. you both were hot enough to not need a blanket, the both of you using each other’s heat to stay warm.

and success, it had worked, you were first in the next exam. you couldn’t believe it had worked, and now you were determined to continue this ritual to keep you first, and him second. unbeknownst to you, the nerd wanted you to be first. he liked seeing you happy, he assumed you wouldn’t need him anymore after this. but you keep surprising him.

[belovedyandere]

yandere househusband is a bonafide creep. you wanna know why? because this man, with utter lewd excitement, adds small amounts of his saliva and/or semen into your food and drink. he read off some article that putting in your liquids to the food you make for your partner will have them form a stronger bond towards you. he’s doing witchcraft without knowing it. he’s putting pieces of himself into the foods and drinks you consume just so little parts of him are inside your body, providing nutrients and to keep you company. he gets so giddy, he becomes so lustfully delusional when he add his special, secret ingredients. he truly believes his acts are purely justified and reasonable.

[belovedyandere]

The yandere concubine, due to his status, has access to nearly anywhere in the entire castle, including the guard rooms and guard showers.

He finds the scars and muscles of his guard enticing, but even more so when his guard is naked.

cw. sexual themes, stalking, yandere themes

if the princess was not the cause of his absence, it was that idiotic system that the guards were to follow. guards were strictly ordered to periodically switch to watch other concubines, each rostered to the next day each day. it left the concubine hurrying through the halls and passing by chambers to find who you were meant to guard that day. he wasn’t fond of the constant search for you, and he only had little time to share with you when you were assigned to him.

however, there was one upside to this. his access to everything. mainly the guards quarters. he was allowed to openly walk into the training grounds, the rooms and especially the showers. you had your own routine, one of it consisting of evening showers. a time where many of the other guards would leave to enjoy their small amount of free time. you seized the opportunity to be on your own, and the concubine had only recently learned of this after speaking to a another fellow guard you were familiar with. and who could resist an angelic face as his?

you were indifferent to the concubine, only noticeable feature was his constant chatter directed to you. he had been the only one who recognised you, typical concubines had a pattern of ignoring guards and simply doing as they pleased. not to say the concubine didn’t do as he pleased, but he surely never ignored you. this could explain your nonchalant reaction to noticing him hiding behind the entrance walls to the shower. you paid him no mind, too engrossed to washing away the sweat and cleaning the recent wounds from training the day before.

you believed the heat of the water would have its steam cover the visibility of your naked body. but it did not in the slightest. your drenched hair, your broad shoulders, your biceps glistening to call attention, your scars covering your body. he could feel the tremble of his hands, this had him thinking of the folk tales of sirens that would lure sailors to their doom. but they had to use their voice to do so, you only needed to show your body and that was enough to have the prickly concubine have his knees shake. the concubine grew shy at his vulnerability, his face stained red and sweat plaguing him. he couldn’t allow anyone to see him like this, especially the tent that had grown down there. but he had been caught, your eyes meeting his, sending shivers down his spine. his body was not in control, he was left frozen in place.

you called out to him, asking if he needed assistance of some sort. fully turning to face him, your body in all its glory, with all the shame he had, he tried to cover the glaring bulge that had begun to show a growing wet patch over it. there was a strange pressure he had only felt when he tended to himself after experiencing dreams of you. his eyes were his foe, travelling to the mound of your cunt, only wanting to have his cock swallowed whole by it. he wanted you to take him with force, use his body and defile it. his knees fell to the floor, mortified at how those thoughts were clouding his mind, but more so for having his cock throb against the tight restrictions of his clothing. the pressure of it building up, as well as his anxiety of cumming right then and there in front of you. this was truly pathetic, he never felt sense of gratification towards the bloody princess. but for a lowly guard? truly, he has become a fallen angel that only desires to be used by a common woman. a common woman of righteousness, who stays beside him pleasantly quiet and seeing him not as an object of self-pleasure but a person of thoughts and emotions.

without hesitation you rushed over to check on him, yet he time you attempted to gently lift his face, he stayed still, not understanding why he wouldn’t show himself. “Take me…to my chambers, now.” He said weakly, and so you hurriedly wore your common clothes that were left there, flinging him over your shoulders and jogging to his chambers. ignoring the swelling in his pants and it’s sticky liquids that were coating your shoulders.

[belovedyandere]

I’ve been thinking about it and how about a jock x himbo jock, where himbo jock has a huge crush for jock but doesn’t think that jock would like them because they think that jock just sees them as a teammate but jock has a huge crush on himbo but himbo is just too oblivious?

cw. dubcon, manipulation, objectification, sexual themes, yandere themes

How could your Jock not notice that you have feelings for him? With the way his arm encircles your shoulder as he greets you from behind, making your face flush. Or when he is on the field and you constantly gaze at him. Gives him such an ego boost, his face all smug and chest pumped out as though he had won some sort of competition.

The Jock was without a doubt completely enlightened by this realisation, yet even then he thought he was going insane. No matter how many times you were invited to his home, touched, or flirted with, you never made the connection. Never attempt to read between the lines. The Jock found it frustrating considering you felt the same way about him; ergo, why won't you just be his? Were you trying to be difficult? No, you were too kind to dally with anyone for so long. Perhaps you did feel something for him, but all you would let yourself do was that. The Jock seemed to accept that prospect as the answer.

Obviously the Jock wouldn’t allow this. He was certainly on the verge of snapping, your taunting had only added fuel to the fire. The first step was accomplished when he pulled you aside before training and casually suggested that you visit his house after. And you obviously agreed, you were always susceptible to persuasion, especially from the Jock. The way your eyes fixed on him and muttering “yes” while nodding was fucking adorable to him. Even when it was to pull you away from your fuckwit friends, you would happily allow him to drag you away. But nevertheless, he knew to ask you, you always responded better to kinder interactions.

He kept glancing to the other side of the field where you took part in different exercises. Once you both were free to go, the two of you walked side by side, walking to his house, and it was unbearable. He didn’t care for the conversations, not with his heart in his throat. Your jock never experienced fear in hooking up, he’s confident in his looks and his charm. He can get anyone he’d like, but this is different. This feels too…heavy, the outcome can make or break him. And just as he was riddled in his thoughts, he comes to realise you’re in his room standing in front of him, waiting for him to respond back to your question. “What?” He asked flustered, though it seemed more aggressive in your eyes.

Throughout his training, he kept looking over to where you were waiting for him. When training was over, the two of you left together, but the distance to his house was painful. With his heart in his throat, he didn't pay any mind to your chatting. He was too lost in his head to focus. Your Jock is aware of his looks and charms, he’s confident in getting whatever he wants from others, hookups are no different. He can choose anybody he wants, yet this is different. It feels too…heavy, as if the result may make or break him. While lost in thought, your voice brings him back, only to then realises that you are in his room, standing in front of him and waiting for him to answer your question. “What?” He asked flustered, although it appeared more aggressive in your eyes. You explained that you asked what he wanted to do, with the usual routine being the both of you lazing around and watching tv.

Taking in a sharp breath, he just figured to get this over with. Even if his heart made him believe he may need to be sent to the hospital, he wanted to finish this stupid game. “I like you. No I mean- I like you but like like- fuck, give me a second–“ His hands went to his temple, as though to ground him better and to help him focus on his words, trying to recall what he would usually say to others when he wanted ask them out. “Bro, ignore the first part, what I’m trying to say is- I, uh, what I mean is, I want us to be a thing.” He felt pure embarrassment and rage at how fucking stupid he was acting, and to see your confused face felt like ten new blows to his chest. “Ugh fuck it, this is what I want.” Gripping your shoulders, he pushed your back to his bed as he hovered over you. His fingers gripping your chin roughly, his lips smashing into yours. It felt like a desperate attempt, it was a desperate attempt. His heart was beating too fast, he was trying so hard to keep his hands from shaking while trying to focus. His eyes were nailed shut, not wanting to open his eyes to find rejection in yours.

But when he felt your own lips move against his, your arm wrap around his shoulders and your legs snake his hips. He has to pull back, as if his mind had to be playing tricks on him. You stared back, bashful, wondering if you had done something wrong but just as quickly as the both of you paused, you both went back as before, however this time more forceful and passionate. Clothes had been stripped, drool had been dripping from your chin while his own was being worked and stretched within your hole. “Fuck…” he whispers gravelly, too horny to even look at you, “Never thought a guys ass could look this fucking hot…” He muttered, eager to put his throbbing cock in you, it felt unbearable at this point, it needed to be held and caressed tightly, and he exactly where it would be treated perfectly.

As he entered, you immediately squeezed around his tip, and his head drops back in utter pleasure while he sloppily rolls my hips hard. You moan, and so does he. He jerks back, then thrusts back in, snapping his hips. “Fuck, pretty boy is a little slut, huh?” He huskily remarks, licking his lips while his eyes scan your red-skinned face. Your mouth left open at the foreign sensations, he couldn’t help but lean towards you and have his own drool drip into your mouth, feeling a certain buzz as he watches you swallow it.

He savours the way you take his bulge with each hard shunt, and he makes you take it again and again. Each time, a mewl leaves your parted lips, addicting him. He speeds up as your body adjusts to accept him. You work with his rhythm, wanting to please him more, to see his face scrunch harder with pleasure, you continually squeeze and release. “You were always so fucking dumb,” He says in between grunts, the muscles in his arm bunching as he speeds his thrusts, “But it’s okay, pretty boys like you don’t need to be smart. They just need to take my cock like a doll, my pretty doll who gets dumber each time I fuck him.” He chuckles at his words, noticing how you don’t even seem to be taking anything in other than the rough thrusts of his angry cock.

Before long, he’s rutting into you in a craze, muttering your name, your noises spurring him on, your accepting body tormenting him, and all he want is to fill you with his, to possess it. And that is exactly what he does, he coats your insides with thick strips of his cum, while your own covers his stomach. “I waited too long for this, baby, we’re not gonna finish until one of us passes out.”

[belovedyandere]

cw. sexual themes, yandere themes

You’ve complained numerous times to him about how you never liked his mouth near your ear. His steamy breath always made you ticklish, and if it was paired with his groans then it had you feeling flustered even more so. But he clearly enjoyed it, especially since missionary was his favourite position. To him, it wouldn’t feel right to fuck you messily without letting you know how good your tight cunt made him feel. Whenever he dragged your body into missionary, you knew what was coming. His grunts and moans, whispers of praise and questions that you needn’t answer from how lost in pleasure he was in. All this beside your ear. This time you attempted to tell him off, you told him to move away. It surprised you when he did, but moments after his head landed in the same stance as before. This had you fired up, this time he wasn’t going to breathe into your ear like a sex-crazed maniac. Grabbing the back of his hair, you pulled him away from your neck. However, neither of you expected him to moan so loudly, with such guttural sounds of pleasure. He paused and stared at you wide eye as you did the same, but moments after he hid face against your neck in embarrassment. His hips slowly continuing but he never dared to look up and show his face. Now you were at a loss, you couldn’t pull him away now, not after that. You assured him with louder moans when his pace picked up, your hand resting on the back of his head, getting lost in his hair as he continued to plow you deep.

[belovedyandere]

is it true that yandere bodyguard has a breeding kink? Can we have a peek?

it’s not even the idea of you having his kids. well a small part of it is. but why this kink holds him by a chokehold, is because of the image that you are filled to the brim by him. so much so that his fluids are mixing with yours as it drips out of you slowly, and he loves to watch it. it’ll be round after round, once he’s satisfied and you are left an incoherent mess, he’ll spread your legs wide for him to see and play with your hole, plugging his semen in until he can’t hold onto his thinning patience anymore, he wants to watch it spill out from you. his lips sucking on your thigh as he continues to observe your twitching hole spill him out. his semen is thick, and from a big body like his, he has huge quantities of cum to spill. and even if a good amount of his fluids spills, there’s more inside you, so much more lodged so deep that not even your beautiful fingers can reach. you have a part of him inside you. as he plays with your inner thigh and watches, he’ll coo at you so softly and will be telling you what a good girl/boy you’ve been for him, but once his embarrassment hits him, he’s quick to apologise and clean you up. don’t forget, no matter how perverted your yandere bodyguard is, he holds professionalism in high regard. he’ll grow embarrassed if you mention it, so try not to.

[belovedyandere]

pls you have to understand goth male reader and yandere jock pls pls

cw. established relationship, dubcon, manipulation, sexual themes, stalking, yandere themes

“Black does look good on you, but I think you sitting n’ crying on my cock suits you better.” The raging testosterone jock whispered behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist. Lips to your cheek, exaggerating a long lick from your jaw to the bottom of your eye.

“Fuck off. What did I say about you coming onto me in public.” Pulling yourself from him, with great struggle, you crossed your arms and furrowed your brows in annoyance. “I’ve told you so many fucking times that I don’t want anyone knowing that we’re together. But you, and your horned up brain,” tapping your index finger to the jock’s temple, “never listen.” Sighing with frustration you rubbed your own temple to ease the oncoming headache.

“But we aren’t in public, in fact, it’s the start of a new period and as you can see, ain’t anyone around here.” Looking to where his head directed, he was right. The back of the school was vacant from onlookers. “And don’t act all high n’ mighty in front of me. I can see my favourite little guy down there excited to see me.” Pushing your back against the wall, his knee came in between your thighs and began to rub against you. “I’d like you to be more honest with me, just like how honest my dick is, wanting to be in your hole and filling it up.” You were left rendered speechless. By his words? His knee? The way he towered over you, with his hands resting onto your waist before coming up to meet where your nipples were? You didn’t know but out of instinct to ground yourself, your arms came to wrap around his neck. Not aware of the immense satisfaction the jock was feeling.

You couldn’t blame him if you knew. The way he followed you around like a hungry dog at school when he was the new student. You felt so out of reach yet you were right beside him in science. Weekends weren’t short enough to see you again, so he was glad to have found your hang out spot. Coincidentally bumping into you, though at first you weren’t all too please. Already having an assumption on his character based on who he had hung out with. But he was determined to wear you down, to see you wag your tail when you saw him. Though he wasn’t sure if his patience was strong enough to compete with your stubbornness. He tried everything. Greeting you nicely, wearing bits of black, listening to the bands you liked. Everything. So it surprised him when seeing you witness his disappointment when he lost a game. His head hung low with huge sighs. He didn’t notice you there until you sat beside him, giving him awkward encouraging words. And that’s where he found the perfect bait. He chuckled at your kind words, before frowning at himself. Saying that his dad was there, and he embarrassed him. All lies of course, but you certainly hadn’t known that. You were quick to comfort him, and from there a budding friendship came. But jock wasn’t happy with this friendship, yet it was what he could tolerate for now.

And as time passed, you two came to find that you shared familiar experiences, that’s what you were led to believe at least. It pulled you in, to feel understood and to be looked upon with no judgement. Your heart pulled to him, and his to you. It was obvious the feelings you both shared. Though you hesitated. You were one who appreciated things to be done and said in private. Especially relationships. And here you two were, grinding against each other behind the school, your pants somehow already onto the floor and turned to face the wall. “W-wait not here, someone’s gonna come.”

“Not if you’re quiet.” The palm of his hand coming to close your mouth, the other stretching your hole, fortunately the night before had loosened you enough for him to enter easily. But that didn’t stop you from moaning, your knees halfway already buckling from the rough movements. You weren’t surprised he preferred it rough and animalistic. He pushed you further against the wall, in hopes you wouldn’t fall, but with his quick movements and the way your hole tightened his throbbing cock, you both were quick to climax. One thing the jock knew you couldn’t deny was the sexual chemistry, you were meant for him.

[belovedyandere]

weekends are your househusbands favourite days of the week. it’s not so he can lay back and relax, though your encourage him to, no no no, it’s because those are your self care days. it’s where he washes ur hair, trims your nails, moisturises your body, messages your feet– everything under the sun. he loves to hear your pleased sighs, catching your eyes drooping with relaxation and receiving kisses to his cheeks with gratitude. he feels so peaceful. so connected to you. your body. your heart. your soul. your mind. if he was still the same as he had been before you, he would’ve cringed at his absolute obedience and lack of pride. but he doesn’t care about who he used to be. that boy doesn’t exist anymore. now he’s a man who gets to watch you unfold under him for hours. he’s able to watch the video of that night as you sleep soundly, blankets surrounding you while he bundles your soaked underwear to his face and stroke himself throughout the night, until he begins to miss your warmth and goes to lay beside you.

[belovedyandere]

can i order a fluffy smutty yandere male housewife x CEO darling?

cw. delusion, sexual themes, surveillance, yandere themes

is a dog in human form. he could be seen more as your caretaker rather than your partner. with the way he does everything and anything for you. gently, though reluctantly, wakes you on weekdays for your work. prepares meals and drinks for you, all of them containing his saliva and other fluids of his. cleans your room, not before drowning his senses in your smell, this usually results in him lying belly down on your side of the bed with his face smushed against your pillow as his hands work his member. spending the day cleaning the house, the clothes, redoing certain areas that are in need of organising and all the while he’ll do that while listening to you going about your day through the hearing device stitched in your clothes.

if he has spare time, he’ll reward himself by making a small lunch while watching recent tapes that he’s recorded of the two of you lovemaking. when your day of working is done, you’re greeted by a table full of your favourite meals, your husband sitting and happily watching you eat his food. don’t forget to compliment his food and give him a headpat, or else he’ll delude himself into thinking you had eaten somewhere else, by the hands of another, and you enjoyed theirs more than his.

your househusband is a very…devoted man. easily jealous of anyone who speaks to you, which is why the hearing device comes in handy. he knows he can trust you, you’ve proven it to him multiple times without your knowing. but those revolting fiends that you are forced to deal with has his body fuming with anger. you returning home is one of his highlights of his days, he becomes absolutely bubbly and doting, sticking to you like gum that won’t come off no matter how hard you try. and his most favourite thing of all, the one thing he looks most forward to, is your reward for his good work. inviting him to love all over your body, to take care of your tired body, let him work the stress off from work. allow him to lick and clean you before dirtying you all over, inside and out. he’ll beg and whine throughout, good thing he has a new tape to listen to on his free time now.