Not To Brag

❣️MDNI!

for the better part of an hour, he’d been not-so-subtly inching closer to you on the sofa, rubbing your thigh and playing with your hair — anything to get your attention off of the numbers on your computer screen (as if the little whimpers that occasionally slipped out weren’t obvious enough).

“val, you’re not helping…” you sighed.

“i’m sorry.” he didn’t sound it. “just give me five minutes, please. an orgasm’ll help with that headache I can tell you’re nursin’. or…do you not want me?”

he looked so genuinely distraught that you had to scratch him behind the ears. “of course I do, but I also want to be able to sleep for more than three hours tonight.”

finally, you give in (you always do) on the pretense that you’d both get some work done. between val’s newest research project in the experimental phase and your pile of unreviewed investigation reports, there hadn’t been much opportunity for quality time in the past week or so. admittedly, you could use a bit of stress relief, too.

so it was a decent compromise in your mind.

but you should have known better than to think valko, of all people, would be able to focus with his pants hanging around his ankles. from the moment you sank onto his cock, settling comfortably on those plush thighs, he was a distraction — nipping at your neck while his glasses caught in your hair, “adjusting” beneath you, sneaking his free hand between your legs before you swatted it away.

after about twenty minutes, you’ve had enough.

“okay, this is the opposite of productive,” you lift the laptop off your thighs and set it on the couch beside you. “we can try again after I get at least halfway through these.”

but when you try to stand, well…you can’t. a sharp tug on your insides sends a burning sting reverberating through your core, keeping you locked onto him.

“what — how? we weren’t even…moving!” incredulous, you twist around to glare daggers into your boyfriend’s golden eyes, which are far too glazed and self-satisfied for your liking behind his foggy lenses. glutton.

“pup, I’ve been tryin’ not to burst for a while. since I got inside you, even. surprised you didn’t notice.”

huh. guess all that training to take his knot had backfired.

you huff. “well, can you, like, relax? just sit still and think about car accidents or rabies vaccines or something?”

“yeah, no, doesn’t work that way for me.”

“val, I don’t have time for this! my reports are due tomorrow —“

“then,” the word vibrates against your shoulder, followed by wet kisses leaving a shining trail up your throat as he taps your hips like he’s spurring on a horse. “I suggest you get moving, pup. knot’s not gonna go down by itself.”

Yandere!Zombie x Partner!Reader

The apocalypse completely devastated the rest of civilization, but for your relationship, it just turned your boyfriend into a slightly more unhinged, heavily attached house pet. When he first turned, you thought it was the end until you realized that the virus completely failed to overwrite his obsession with you. His brain might be ninety percent decayed, and he can’t speak coherent sentences anymore, but his territorial instincts are operating at a terrifying 110% capacity. He doesn't want to eat your brains; he wants to aggressively cuddle you in the middle of a ruined supermarket while low-level growling at the passing horde outside the glass.

Yandere!Zombie has a deeply endearing, slightly disgusting way of bringing you "gifts" to show his affection. Because his cognitive functions are entirely warped by the outbreak, he doesn't understand that you can’t use a rusted car engine part, a half-chewed designer shoe, or a shiny piece of broken glass he found in a ditch. He will trudge into your makeshift safehouse at 3:00 AM, covered in dust, and proudly drop a literal waterlogged, moss-covered teddy bear onto your lap, tilting his head and letting out a soft, rattling huff from his chest while waiting for you to pat his head. If you praise him and tuck the gross toy into your backpack, he’ll let out a wet, raspy purr that sounds like a broken garbage disposal, completely ecstatic that he pleased his favorite human.

Yandere!Zombie protective instincts are absolutely terrifying because he has zero self-preservation left. If a group of armed scavengers or raiders tries to corner you to steal your supplies, your zombie boyfriend will instantly drop his slow, clumsy facade. He will sprint forward with supernatural, adrenaline-fueled speed, tackling the threat with a feral, bone-snapping violence that leaves the entire area looking like a horror movie scene. He doesn't care if he takes a bullet to the shoulder or gets stabbed—he doesn't feel pain anyway. The second the threat is completely neutralized, his bloody, snarling face will instantly soften. He’ll turn around, tilt his head, and clumsily stumble back to your side, whining like a scolded puppy until you wipe the grime off his cheek.

Yandere!Zombie handles your human survival needs with a clumsy, suffocating level of micromanagement. He knows that you need to eat "the soft box food" to stay alive, so he will literally use his massive zombie strength to rip the steel security shutters off a locked convenience store just so you can walk inside and collect canned peaches. While you’re gathering supplies, he will walk right behind you, his cold, gray hand resting firmly on the small of your back to steer you away from any broken glass or dark corners. He treats you like a priceless, fragile antique that might shatter if he lets go for even a single second.

The most chaotic part of your dynamic is how Yandere!Zombie interacts with the other infected. Because he smells like a corpse, the other zombies usually ignore him but the second they try to wander too close to you, he turns into a total nightmare. He will literally physically throw himself in front of you, baring his decaying teeth and letting out a deep, echoing roar that asserts total dominance over the area. He has effectively conditioned the local zombie population to treat you like a radioactive zone; the horde will literally part around you in a wide, terrified circle whenever you walk down the street, entirely because they know the terrifyingly aggressive ghall holding your hand will rip them to pieces if they even look in your direction.

Ultimately, your life in the wasteland is a bizarrely comfortable, post-apocalyptic fairy tale. You are navigating the ruins of human civilization with a partner who is legally dead, completely unhinged, and entirely consumed by your existence. When you settle down for the night in an abandoned apartment, Yandere!Zombie will carefully pull your warm body against his cold, silent chest, wrapping his heavy arms around you like a protective human shield. He doesn’t have a heartbeat anymore, but as he rests his forehead against yours, letting out a long, contented sigh of rot and devotion, you realize that not even the end of the world could figure out a way to make him leave you behind.

Setting up a makeshift laboratory in the basement of an abandoned university science building is a nightmare, but managing your undead research assistant makes it absolute comedy. Yandere!Zombie has zero understanding of microbiology, virology, or why you’re staring through a microscope for eighteen hours a day, but he understands that this room is where you stay. While you’re frantically mixing chemicals and analyzing blood stability, he will sit flat on the concrete floor right next to your stool, his heavy, cold head resting directly against your thigh. If you accidentally drop a glass pipette or let out a frustrated, exhausted sob over a failed synthesis, he will instantly bolt upright, letting out a protective growl at the empty room before clumsily wrapping his massive arms around your waist to drag you onto his lap, entirely convinced the microscope is actively attacking your peace of mind.

Yandere!Zombie treats your highly sterile scientific environment with a terrifying lack of biochemical etiquette. He knows you need "the shiny glass tubes" to do your work, so he tries to help by scavenging for them in other wings of the hospital. He’ll stumble into your lab at sunrise, proudly holding a hazardous waste container or a random piece of an MRI machine over his head like a trophy, his face covered in ceiling tile dust. When you gently explain to him that a rusted dentist's drill isn't going to isolate the pathogen, he’ll let out a deeply offended, wet huff, crossing his gray arms and sitting in the corner like a scolded toddler until you go over and pat his messy hair.

Drawing his blood for chemical testing is an absolute circus. Because his survival instincts are completely gone, Yandere!Zombie doesn't care about the needle, but he deeply dislikes the fact that the tourniquet forces you to stop holding his hand for three minutes. The second you insert the syringe to pull a sample of his infected marrow, he won't even flinch, and instead he’ll use his free, decaying hand to clumsily play with your safety goggles, bopping the plastic frames and letting out a soft, rattling gurgle from his chest because he thinks you look incredibly cute in your lab coat. If you try to tell him to hold still, he’ll just lean forward and clumsily press his freezing forehead against your cheek, completely sabotaging your sterilization protocols with pure, unadulterated affection.

Yandere!Zombie has a deeply unhinged, territorial policy regarding your test subjects. To find a cure, you eventually have to trap a few low-level, regular zombies in reinforced steel cages at the back of the basement to test your experimental serum variants. Your boyfriend completely hates them. He views those caged infected not as scientific data, but as gross, uncultured peasants who dare to look at his favorite human. Whenever you walk near the cages with a clipboard, he will aggressively march right in front of you, slamming his massive fists against the iron bars and letting out an echoing, chest-vibrating roar that makes the test subjects completely cower in the corner of their cells. "H-Huhnnn," he’ll snap darkly at them, baring his teeth until you pull him back by his collar. "Shhh, leave them alone, they're for science," you’ll sigh, while he just grumbles, wrapping his arms tightly around your neck from behind to shield you from their dead eyes.

the atmosphere was calm, well as calm as it could be with sukuna there. 

you sat curled up in his lap while he yelled at toji through his headset for the nth time. you shifted slightly before slowly sliding out of sukuna's lap, he muttered a quick 

“where ya goin?” his eyes shifted towards you, now fully out of his grasp. 

“bathroom.” 

he let out a low hum and returned his hard gaze back to his monitor. 

-

“holy shit ryomen, yer washed.” toji snickered through the mic. 

“easy to talk when you pick OKC every fucking round.” sukuna snarled back.

“aye back to back dubs speaks for itself.” 

“its been two rounds already?” sukuna checked his phone, its been almost 2 hours since you left his lap. 

“two rounds of belt? yea bro.” a snort came out from sukunas headphones. 

“im hoppin off anyway to go out with my girl. cus i got other shit to do, like my girl. get it? cus i have a girlfriend.”  sukuna teased. 

“blah blah blah we get it asshat.” 

sukuna chuckled to himself before logging off and heading over to barge on you in the bathroom, which was locked? he lifted a heavy knuckle and tapped on the door twice. 

“babe, you takin’ a shit?” 

A/N: Thank you all so much for 100 followers! You all truly motivate me to continue writing. Also, I wrote this half-awake, so excuse any grammatical errors.

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CW: yandere, accidental kidnapping, reader and prince lack social cues, obsessive, holding reader hostage, possessive, unhealthy jealousy, unreciprocated feelings, and overall unhinged behaviors.

Vashkar is a desert kingdom, known for its influx of riches and trade, as well as its many scholars and libraries. Lethia is a cold, brutal kingdom with fatal winters, known for its rich wine, plays, and military tactics. Lethia and Vashkar have been hostile to one another for centuries; the conflict even predates your great-grandparents. Historians argue about the initial cause, but many point to the Lethian king's killing of the Vashki king’s first wife. Whereas to the Lethians, Vashki bandits were interfering with Lethia’s major food supplies during one of its harsh winters. Both sides started wars and told tales about how malicious their enemy was. As such, the two northern and southern borders were cut off, lest you want to be killed by the other nation. 

Prince Bilal of Vashkar just wanted his father’s approval. His father keeps trying to marry him off to all these other suitors—some from faraway lands, pretty nobles, or foreign diplomats. Though he was never really interested in marrying these women. And it’s not like he would struggle with courting; he was incredibly attractive, lean yet muscular, and adorned with fine jewels and silks. Like many people of Vashkar, he had bronze skin with sharp brown eyes and thick eyelashes. As a prince who was raised in a country that is at constant war, he mainly focused on training, becoming inept in basic social situations. 

He sets out to capture the foreign princess to prove to his father he is more than just a man that can continue their lineage. He makes the mistake of grabbing you, a random maid for the princess of Lethia. After you both have returned to his homeland, he realizes you’re actually a random maid, and he feels utterly humiliated. This kind of mistake was one he could never live down! Especially if his father and brothers found out.

Bilal had four younger brothers. In order of oldest to youngest was: Bilal, Laith, Azhar and Azlaan (the twins), and Raza. As the second eldest, Laith was very calm and collected, often sparring with Bilal. Azhar was quiet and kept to himself mostly, often seen reading. His twin, Azlaan, throws extravagant parties and fools around with countless women. Lastly, Raza was rather nosy as the youngest, mainly following his brothers around the palace. 

Due to how bothersome his brothers were, you were a secret. He can’t release you because you could spill his kingdom’s secrets or tell your princess what happened and escalate the war further. As a result, you were kept in his chambers with strict orders to the servants not to enter unless he had permitted them. And if you do leave the room, he must escort you.

When a royal advisor questions who you are while you are both in a hallway, he answers on a whim, “This is my seamstress from Estrana.”

“Oh, that must have been a rough journey…”

“Yeah.” You mutter with a deadpan expression.

The prince is mortified by the whole situation unfolding, but is rolling with it. The issue with this lie is that you cannot sew, which was never going to be in your skill set anyway as a royal nanny. 

He really liked that you were very honest with him and treated him like a regular man. The prince was so used to upper-class women doing anything to get in his good graces for the crown. It was very refreshing to interact with a maid who didn’t understand courtly mannerisms.

After the first week of staying in the palace, Bilal becomes obsessed with you at an alarming rate and starts making increasingly convoluted reasons for why you can’t return to your homeland.

He orders the servants to bring you fresh fruit, fine jewelry, and silks. Everyone in the palace is confused since you have not made a single piece of clothing (as a supposed seamstress), let alone done anything to warrant these kinds of gifts. 

Meanwhile, you think he just wants information on your homeland, so you keep your guard up and overthink everything that Bilal says to you. To the prince, though, he enjoys the thrill of this ‘chase.’

During a friendly spar between Bilal and Laith, you walk by the training grounds, and Bilal becomes increasingly violent and flashy. His brother is alarmed at the sudden change in the pace of the fight. Unfortunately for his blade partners, this turns into a regular occurrence if you spectate one of his spars.

It should be noted that your body is not accustomed to the heat. Constantly, Bilal is fanning you and does everything he can think of to keep you cool. He even has a designated pail of water set aside for you, and, given the dry climate, water was a rather scarce resource.

A couple of weeks later, his father had planned a banquet to introduce Bilal to some potential suitors. This prompts Bilal to secretly try to get your measurements to commission a tailored tunic for you, even though he told everyone that you were a seamstress. When questioned, he promptly says that when he said seamstress, he meant a baker. 

Throughout the whole event, Bilal longs to have a dance with you, but he’s forced to do a dance with multiple other women. He’s miserable the entire time and purposefully bumping into things, not listening, and otherwise acting rudely. 

In the corner, there is a long table full of delicious food that you are actively stuffing in your mouth while the rest of the crowd is mingling. One of the few guests near the table asks how you feel about the food, and you respond in your thick Lethian accent, “Wow, I have never eaten cold food on purpose before. All the food back home is already frozen solid and has to be cooked for a long time to even be eaten.”  

During the feast, Raza caught on to his brother’s romantic interest in you. Mainly because Bilal never showed an interest in marriage, and now is suddenly so infatuated with you that he’s showering you with rare jewels. After the banquet, Raza walks up to you and asks smugly, “When is the wedding?” But you think that he is trying to get information out of you in some secret code and just reply, “You will never get that information out of me.”

Shortly after, Raza gathers his brothers together (without Bilal) and blurts, “Bilal is getting married!” Laith is now convinced that the spar he and Bilal had was his way of trying to impress you. Azhar just nods and walks away, while Azlaan begins to plan a whole celebration. 

Bilal becomes more dramatic the longer he holds you in his kingdom (against your will), even sobbing over the fact that you don’t really like the gold jewelry he has gifted you. He believes he should have known that his love would only wear silver. How could he be so ignorant?! As his infatuation grows, he buys more and more extravagant gifts in larger quantities in an attempt to gain your favor.

Because he was raised in the royal palace, he is atrocious at flirting and jumbles too many mushy words together. Such as the time he called you ‘pudding bunny’ in his native tongue, thinking it was cute because of the references to your homeland.

As time goes on, he poison-tests your food for you, truly believing that someone may actually target you. Bilal even shoves aside the palace taste-tester whenever you're going to eat.

He’s also obsessively observant to a concerning degree. He’ll say things like: “Your hair smells different today." “When you are nervous, you play with your hands.” “You tend to sweat right here. Can I feel the area?” 

He’s memorized every freckle on you, so when even a speck of dirt is on you, he swipes it off for you, declaring that “you are filthy; let me clean that off for you, love.” 

Do not let this poor man get jealous. If you even show another person too much affection, he mopes around for the entire day. But if it's someone showing you too much affection, he will not hesitate to use force to step in between you. And you better hope no one gets too handsy with you…they might lose a finger, or two.

“I wish I had someone strong to rely on” you said to ragebait your boyfriend. Unfortunately for you, Satoru took that very personally and now you’re too busy choking on him to take it back ♡

cr: @_3aem on X

CW: NSFW. rough face fucking. Throat bulge. Choking. Deepthroating. Cum on face. Spitting in the mouth. Size kink

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You were both lounging on the couch, simply enjoying each other’s company after a long day. Satoru looked way too relaxed, so obviously you had to do something about it.

A mischievous smile tugged at your lips before you let out a dramatic sigh.

“Ugh… Sometimes I wish I had someone strong to rely on”

Satoru slowly turned his head toward you, phone completely forgotten. His blue eyes narrowed, that signature cocky grin twitching like it couldn’t decide whether to laugh or snarl.

“…Excuse me?”

You had to bite the inside of your cheek to stop yourself from laughing.

“I just thought about it, I don’t know” you shrugged innocently.

He tossed his phone aside and in one fluid motion yanked you into his lap, making you straddle him. 

“You’re literally dating me” he said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Yeah, but like…” You tilted your head, feigning innocence. “I’m talking about someone really strong”

Satoru looked at you with a mix of amusement and mild condescension. “I am really strong.”

“Mmm…” You traced a slow pattern on his arm, pretending to think deeply. “But, like… stronger”

His eyes narrowed “Stronger than who?”

You gave a casual shrug. “I don’t know”

“Yuki?”

“No.”

“Yuta?”

“No.”

“Then who?”

You sighed dramatically. “I don’t know, Toru. Someone… elite”

He looked genuinely offended. “You do realize I’m already at the top, right?”

“Mhm”

Satoru sat up straighter, hands still firmly on your hips. “You’re literally living with the peak of humanity. I’m the measuring—”

“I’m just saying…” you purred, leaning in closer “sometimes a girl wants to feel protected by someone really powerful, Satoru~”

“Oh” he said, a dangerous glint entering his eyes. “You are absolutely ragebaiting me.”

“Am I?” you asked sweetly.

“Okay,” he murmured, his legs parting wider to accommodate you, grinding his crotch firmly against yours to make sure you felt exactly what you were dealing with. His voice dropped an octave, dripping with ego and possessiveness. “Keep talking then. Tell me again how you wish you had someone strong. I dare you. Let’s see how long you can keep that attitude before I fuck it right out of you”

You smiled innocently. “…Sometimes I really wish I had som—”

Satoru growled and pulled you flush against him.

“Oh, you are so getting it tonight.”

You laughed against his neck, victorious, as his hands slid under your shirt.

—

Well, in fact, he was really fucking it right out of you. 

After fucking you senseless on the couch, Satoru finally pulled out, leaving you trembling and dripping with your own fluids. Your legs were still shaking, your breathing ragged as you tried to recover.

But he wasn’t done. 

He stood up in front of you, towering over your seated figure. His cock was still rock hard, glistening with your juices, thick and heavy as it bobbed right in front of your face. A smug, slightly mean smirk played on his lips while he looked down at your dazed expression. 

“Look at you…” he murmured, voice low and rough. “All trembling and messy because of me. And you still had the nerve to say you wanted someone stronger?”

He gripped the base of his thick cock and started slowly dragging it across your face. The heavy weight of it slapped softly against your cheek, then your other cheek, leaving a wet trail of precum and your own arousal on your skin. He rubbed the swollen head along your lips, teasingly smearing it back and forth.

“Open your mouth” he ordered.

You parted your lips obediently, tongue out waiting for him, but Satoru leaned forward slightly and spat directly into your mouth, a thick string of saliva landing on your tongue.

You couldn’t stop the broken whimper coming from your throat.

“Swallow” he commanded.

You did, eyes locked on his.

“Good girl,” he praised, but his tone was still edged with that possessive arrogance. “Now let’s put that bratty mouth to better use.”

With both of his large hands he grabbed the sides of your head, his long fingers practically enveloping your skull. His grip was firm, controlling, leaving you with nowhere to go.

He pushed the thick head of his cock past your lips, sliding it over your tongue until he hit the back of your throat. Then, without warning, he thrust forward hard, burying himself deep in one powerful motion.

You gagged instantly, your throat tightening around his heavy cock. Saliva immediately started dripping from the corners of your mouth, running down your chin.

Your eyes widened when you felt it — the obscene bulge in your throat. Every brutal inch of his cock stretched your neck from the inside, the thick outline of his shaft clearly visible under your skin as he forced himself all the way in.

“Fuck— look at that,” Satoru groaned, eyes darkening with raw lust. He kept one hand on your head while the other slid down to wrap around your throat, his palm pressing lightly over the prominent bulge. “You can see me right here, baby. So fucking deep.”

He started fucking your throat with deep, rough strokes, watching mesmerized as the bulge in your neck moved up and down in time with his thrusts. Your throat convulsed violently around him, the obscene outline of his cock appearing and disappearing with every snap of his hips.

Your jaw ached from how wide you had to stretch around his thickness, but you were so ridiculously wet that the discomfort only made you throb more. You were certain you could cum just from this.

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and soon spilled down your cheeks as he thrust harder, burying himself to the hilt again and again. You could feel his heavy cock pulsing against your tongue, the veiny underside dragging along it while the bulge in your throat kept shifting under his fingers.

You gagged wetly around him, loud and messy. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking your throat filled the room.

“Breathe through your nose, baby” he cooed mockingly, still thrusting deep, his thumb stroking the bulge in your neck. “You asked for it, now take it”

He picked up the pace, pulling you forward to meet his hips as he drove into your throat. Your eyes watered uncontrollably, tears streaming down your face while you looked up at him with hazy, fucked-out eyes.

Satoru’s breathing grew heavier, his abs tensing as he got closer.

“Fuck… I’m gonna cum all over this pretty face” he growled.

He pulled out of your mouth with a wet pop, strings of saliva connecting your lips to his cock. He stroked himself fast and hard right in front of you.

“Look at me” he demanded.

You did, mouth open and tongue out. With a deep, guttural groan, Satoru came hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum shot across your face in powerful spurts. He kept pumping his cock, milking every last drop onto you until your face was a complete mess.

When he finally finished, he let out a long, satisfied breath and looked down at his work with a dark, proud smirk.

“Fuck… you look so much better like this,” he murmured, thumb gently spreading some of his cum across your bottom lip. “All mine”

He crouched down in front of you, still towering slightly, and wiped your eyes carefully with his fingers so you could see properly. Then he leaned in and kissed your forehead, surprisingly soft despite everything.

“Still wish you had someone stronger?” he asked, voice husky but affectionate now.

You could barely speak, but you managed a weak, breathless smile. “…Maybe tomorrow.”

Satoru chuckled and pulled you into his arms, lifting you easily from the couch. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up”

-

yeah im not okay

"you know i'm huge, right?" he says. "Pornstar big."

"Shut up."

"i'm serious. im massive. touch it and see."

when you go to reach, he's pushing down his pants to give you a proper handful of the biggest cock you've ever seen-

"holy shit. that'll break me."

content warning: 18+, nsfw, sub!male, dom!fem, cock tease, degradation&praise, sex toys, cock ring, sounding rod, orgasm delay&denial, blowjobs, pet names, overstimulation, whimpering, crying. minor proofread

“Hm, did you just say fuck you already?”

“How demanding.”

You watch him buck beneath you as you mock him. He’s pent up and eager to cum anywhere, and probably everywhere. A steady orgasm builds in the base of his spine, at the tip of his cock, because of the pure torture it is to be at your whims.

“Y—Yes—pleaseplease!” He babbles all brokenly. You smirk, while seated between his trembling thighs. Eyes glimmering as you stare up at your perfect boyfriend with this new found light in your eyes. He’s so cute like this, begging and trembling.

Obedient.

Attached to the sensitive underside of his cock is the new toy you got for him and him alone, a vibrating cock ring—or in your words when you introduced it to him “a cute little cock ring!” He knew exactly what he was getting himself into the second he’d agreed, all he has to do now is reap the consequences.

Holding back was a lot harder than he thought though. The vibrations felt extremely intense with the way you had it pressed right up against his frenulum. He was a mess, teary eyes rolling to the back of his head—jaw slack, drool stuck to the corner of his mouth. Mind dizzy with nothing but need.

“God, you’re so cute baby, look at you. Does it feel good?” You coo sweetly, while wrapping your hand around the base of his cock. He jumps in your hand, gasping loud and pathetic as you lean forward, catching the build of precum at the tip. laving your tongue over the head as he jerks and sputters like you’ve pained him.

“Y—you’re torturing me—f-fuck, I wanna cum p-please—agh!”

A keened mewl slips from his lips, abs tightening, fingers twisting into the couch when your plump lips wrap around the head of his cock, sucking cruelly. With every soft kitten lick you make his brain spaz. In an instant you’ve made him mush.

“That’s not what I asked you.” You pop your lips off, probing the tip with the tip of your tongue.

“It feels g-good—“ he slurs with a desperate whimper, mind reeling. He’s too sensitive to think straight, your mouth is too warm—and your tongue is doing things he’d never thought possible. “You feel s-so good baby—“ he sobs pitifully, tears streaking down his rosy cheeks.

A jolt of heat shoots right towards your cunt, you’re soaked. Lacy panties sticking to your slit, you’re not too bothered by it, because the sight of him is enough to make you lose your mind.

The vibrations of the cock ring make things a hundred times worse, he’s surprised he’s lasted this long, he doesn’t think he can take it anymore. It feels so good it hurts, it hurts so good he wants more. He’s been begging for a while now he’s sure, every time he approaches an orgasm you remove your mouth. Turn off the cock ring and just stare at him while he silently cries.

“Good boy, I love it when you listen to me,” you purr, warm breath brushing the front of his cock as your tongue darts out against one of the pulsing veins. “You wanna cum for me?”

“Mmn—ff-fuck I do—I do, I wanna cum—I’ll do anything—please I can’t hold it-“

You can’t hide the enjoyment you get from seeing him like this, a smile tugs at the corner of your mouth. Glancing up at him as he glances down at you with nothing but desperation.

“Fine, I’ll let you cum—“

He’s immediately shooting his load, hot ropes of cum splurt out against your face. Landing across your cheek, partially over your eyelid. He lets out a sound that’s pathetic, and wet—the cutest little sob you’ve ever heard him make. You watch his chest heave, leaning away from him with a blank expression, because the wheels in your heard are turning like never before.

You use your thumb to wipe some of the cum off your eyebrow, bringing it to your tongue.

“You were so desperate that you couldn’t even wait for me to finish. I didn’t know my favorite boy could be such a slut,” while shaking your head in disappointment you reach to the side of the couch, “I’m a little sad.”

A lie.

You pause briefly.

“You’re my sweet boy, aren’t you?”

“Mhm.” He replies mindlessly, voice small.

He hears you unpacking something, but he can hardly lift his head off the back of the couch. Throughly ruined, but you’re not satisfied. It takes him an odd, embarrassingly long second to understand your words. You’re already turning off the cock ring, slowly taking it off.

Noting the way his sensitive cock twitches from even the smallest brush of your fingertips.

So cute and sensitive.

“I was gonna say—that I’ll let you cum, but only if you could hold out for another two minutes like the good boy I was positive you could be.” The moment you wrap your hand around his cock, he hardens. Embarrassing he knows, he can’t exactly help himself.

Especially when he has to abruptly lift his head, “Wa—wait a second—ah—I’m still s-sensitive-“ to whine about the fact that he just came. He meets your eyes, his own widening—you’re staring up at him, eyes heavy, glazed over with that feral type of lust that makes his brain tingle with thrill.

“I’m not done with you ya’ know, and as much as I wanna,” you breathe heavy, using the flat of your tongue to lick away the creamy mess of cum along the front of his cock, “make this pretty cock cum, I really want to break you even more.”

He swallows, tries to stop his hips from jerking forward. Instead he grits his teeth and focuses on keeping his hands to himself as you hold his gaze. Something glints in your other hand when you lift it up, a long thin piece of metal with a slight bigger tip that you press against the pad of your thumb to hold steady. You bring it towards the tip of his cock and he immediately knows what it is.

One second he’s in too much shock to say anything, the next he’s letting out the most wreaked sound when you slide the entirety of the rod into his urethra. Despite the initial surprise he doesn’t regret not listening.

Especially when you finally stand, fingers slipping into the waist band of your panties, and he can’t take his eyes off you when you start to step out of them. The honeyed sound of voice hits him like a drug and he’s in a trance he doesn’t want to think about escaping.

“Now, you’re gonna fuck me until I’m satisfied.”

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pairing. popular boy x rival gn!reader

content. 2.2K words, 7 minutes in heaven, mild spice, alcohol consumption, splash of blood, college au

“Ugh, what is he doing here?”

Lips curling in disgust, you turn to your best friend, jabbing your thumb in the direction of the biggest fucking asshole in the world. She laughs, steering you away from him and towards the kitchen instead.

“It’s a big party, [Name],” she says lightly. “Of course he’d be invited. Hell, I’m surprised he isn’t one of the people who organized this in the first place. Let’s just avoid him.”

Avoid him? Then, you may as well be admitting defeat. Besides, he’s the one that’s always antagonizing you. You tell Iris as much for the umpteen time, harrumphing, “I swear to god, he hates my guts.”

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yandere!model who sees you on the off chance, your just a makeup artist, or a hair technician or someone who should be unimportant to him.

a backround character in his life. his life has other plans.

yandere!model who starts insisting his makeup and hair is done only by you, alone.

yandere!model who cant resist teasing you, calling you beautiful while you apply his foundation. moaning slightly when you run a manicured finger through his hair.

yandere!model who wants to you shoot with him, on set.

yandere!model who wants to shoot rather, erotic photos, insisting the chemistry between you two is unimaginable and can only be replicated when your under him.

yandere!model who infiltrates your life, who likes to take pictures himself.

yandere!model who pleases himself to his own work. a photo of you walking down the street. the glimpse of your legs from under your skirt has him horny enough to get more.

yandere!model who's always late to his shoots now, his makeup, usually flawless is ruined from the makeout sessions he has right before going on. touch ups are a normal occurrence.

yandere!model who worships you, and every picture he's taken.

right before set Yu has to see his favorite person. "[Name]?" he calls curiously, innocent in a way you could almost belive.

"Over here!" you reply.

And he's there within seconds, arms around your waist lips peppering on your neck.

"Baby...I missed you." he was nuzzling you now, completely ruining the blush you'd just applied. But you knew better than to argue with him.

"I..missed you too." It was rather flat, and you'd felt the pinch coming before you'd felt it.

"Happier." he gritted.

The man standing in front of you was charming as sin. Handsome, fit. His head was tilted to the side as he smiled at you, his eyes gleaming with a youthful mischief that almost hid the darkness inside of them. Almost.

Most people would let him inside without thinking twice. Southern hospitality, like your folks used to say. Doesn't ever end, even if it was the middle of the night. But you didn't.

"Sorry," you started cooking up an excuse in your head. "But my bathroom's not workin'. The plumber can't come 'til later tomorrow."

To his credit, he wasn't deterred. "Oh, that's alright, darlin'. I'm sure we could figure something out, can't we?"

"Yeah," you hesitantly agreed, keeping your hand on the door. "I'm sure someone else is still up as well. It's a big neighborhood."

He sighed, shaking his head. "I already tried the neighbors. But they sleep like the dead. And you're the only one with your lights on."

For some reason, that innocent statement about your neighbors sent a chill to run down your spine.

"I'm sorry," you said, never good with confrontation. "But I think you should go. I'm sure there's a store or gas station that's still open," you added apologetically as you went to close the door.

Your heart dropped when he stuck his foot out, hard leather boot stopping the door from closing with a soft thud.

"Let me in, sweetheart," he drawled out the pet name. His eyes connected with yours and smiled when your face paled.

He stepped forward, off the welcome mat and inside into the doorway, leaning in close to you as you instinctively backed away. Fangs peaked out as he spoke, sharp and deadly.

Yandere!Femboy Roommate Thoughts

Pairing: Yandere!Femboy x Fem!Reader (Plus sized)

CW: Sexual and yandere theme

Sorry for any mistakes, writing and posting this at 3 am

Yandere!Femboy roommate who you had been living with for a while now. He was very nice! He paid all of his share of the bills on time, even offering to cover for you.

Yandere!Femboy roommate who also kept everything neat and clean. He would always beat you to the house chores.

“My hardworking woman deserves to come home to a clean house everyday hm?” he would say to you as he often served you up dinner!

Yandere!Femboy roommate who, outside of being a pure sweetheart and an excellent roommate, is a filthy fucking pervert.

A/N: Not sure how I feel abt this one (?) but I hope it satiated what this guy has brought forth! Pt. 1

Synopsis: You find something peculiar in your husband's lunch bag; perhaps it's time to bring up your panties that keep going missing. 

CW: Panty-stealing, yandere! bottom Husband X Housewife! Fem Reader, penetration, feeding, implied murder

Your husband has always been incredibly needy compared to other men-- you hadn’t realized just how desperate he could be until your wedding night, rutting into you like a lust-blind animal and burying his head into your neck, mumbling sweet nothings and pleading as he came for the 5th time. 

But sometimes, he went so far over the edge that it… concerned you.

This was the third time you’d found your underwear shoved into his lunch box, used and abused as it was coated in translucent white in the crotch-sewn area, still damp. 

You tried lightly bringing up the subject with friends, barely getting through the issue before you were treated with strange looks, their experiences with their husbands being nothing but foul tempers or lustful gropes once they got home-- but no strange findings in their work briefcases or lunch bags. They didn’t hold on to old perfume bottles of their wives’ in their closet-hung coats, or old clothing stuffed somewhere in secret. 

He’s beautiful. Like actually obscenely beautiful. That beauty where it’s actually serious when you state that’s he’s a once in a lifetime once a generation beauty.

He’s a perfect specimen objectively. He’s tall, perfect eyes, clear skin, he smells good, perfect full healthy hair, good hands and nail beds- he is really built without error. More of a mutation than man.

When you realize that he was just another goony loser discord meme loving Lego building teen just like the rest of them.

His facade drops around you. Which is weird because he wants to impress you more than anyone else in the entire world but he also wants you to degrade him and really mean it?

He’s wants you to think that he’s perfect for you but also wants you to understand the full depth of his loser.

He chases you around, will full on ditch whoever’s he’s talking to or hanging out with to come say hello, even if you ignore him it’s like he has a punchcard of the amount of times he can see you in a day.

“I like him I like that autistic man and would it be weird if I asked him at dinner is you autistic”??? That’s him once you rip off the mask of beauty. He’s a true degenerate. You could gargle mouthwash and spit it into his mouth and he would deadass get a hard on.

wc: 1,441

content: f!reader, reader and valko are both switches? nicknames like puppy, good boy. praising and degrading, fang play, blood, biting, marking, mention of knotting, mention of exhibitionism, he has his ears and tail k, hybrid?? edging, unedited (soz i wrote FAST)

the forest surrounding your village had been riddled with werewolves for as long as you’d been alive. your parents and the elders have always warned you away from them, saying that those who go into the woods at night are either never seen again or are found mangled and half-eaten.

you’d hear the snarls and snaps of their jaws some nights, wondering if they were fighting over a deer or someone stupid enough to wander in there. normally, if it were the latter, you’d hear screams you could never unhear.

werewolves were volatile, possessive, and predatory- they were said to be the most dominant creatures on the earth. so why had this werewolf been submitting to you for months now?