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Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||

Your brothers best friend has been in love with you ever since you were kids. Silently pining for you and convinced you were creating coincidental run ins for years. What will happen when his car runs out of gas driving you back to campus and you two are stuck all alone?

Yandere!Brother’s Best Friend walks in to your home like it was his. It basically was given he’s been coming around since elementary school for sleepovers. He knows every inch and corner of this place like the back of his hand.

Some might call him an expert on everything to go with your family. But he’d argue he’s an expert on the only thing that matters. You. His best friend’s little sister.

Way back then he was what you’d look at as the trouble kid. Meanwhile your brother was the shiny teachers pet. So naturally their teacher pushed the two together. Thinking your brother might be a good influence or something.

Originally he didn’t plan on sticking around for long. He’d humor the teacher and play along with your parents but it didn’t mean anything. A way to waste time. But then he came over and you offered to share some of your fruit with him.

He’s kinda been gone for you ever since.

“What’re you still going here, freak? Waiting to see me?” He asks you cheekily as he passes you by on the couch from his way in. Reaching down he playfully ruffles your hair and laughs as you try to swat at him.

Just like every week you two go through the same motions. Every time he comes over to see your brother you’re always on the couch. Despite spending most of your time in your room he always finds you here when coming over at the same time every week.

Almost as if you’re waiting for him. At least that’s what he tells himself. Nothing else would make sense based off your college schedule that he’s now since memorized. Even with college courses and work you still somehow make time for him. You must feel the same way.

“You wish! I’m just waiting for my ride to take me back to campus, then I’ll be out of your hair,” you tease back ironically. But your response has his heart dropping into his stomach.

He just got here, you can’t go now. It’s been days since he last raw you, his own work schedule keeping him from dropping everything and following you around like a lovesickfool. He had to provide for you and spoil you somehow.

Leaning over the back of the couch he peers at your profile, noting the way you tense up and purposefully avoid meeting his gaze. Like you’re waiting for him to do something about it. Hoping he gives the reaction you might be craving.

“That’s such a waste when I’m already here. Call ‘em and cancel. I’ll drive you back,” he offers casually while on the inside he’s nearly buzzing out of his skin.

You resist the urge to look over and meet his eye, knowing his face would be way too close to yours if you did. Making it harder to resist him. The idea of him taking you home instead is an intriguing offer. One you can’t help but want to accept despite everything in your head telling you otherwise.

Peaking up at him through your lashes he looks as infuriatingly perfect as always. What you’re unable to see is the excitement coursing through his veins or the thrill of success thrumming in his chest. So you try to appear as nonchalant as he seems to be.

“Alright, fine, if you’re gonna be so pushy about it,” you respond like you couldn’t care if he does or doesn’t drive you back.

Not wanting to look too eager you force yourself to wait a few minutes before cancelling your ride. Because you’re not, obviously. You couldn’t care less.

And that decision somehow leads to you being stuck on the side of the roar at night after Yan!BBF ran out of gas halfway through the ride. Now you’re holding a flashlight from your dying phone onto his trunk as he rummages around trying to look for the can of gas he swore he kept in his car.

“We’re gonna have to call a service, I don’t have any gas in here and I don’t think there’s a station around for miles,” he explains, flashing you a sheepish smile from over his shoulder.

“I never would’ve been in this situation if I just went with my original ride,” you complain through a long groan as you turn your back to him. A shiver runs through your body as you fight the chill in the air, rubbing your arms to try and warm yourself.

Seriously, there’s no way you can even look at him right now. Yet from the corner of your eye you see him snap back up to full height and look over at your words.

“Sure, sure… would’ve been a lot less fun though,” he muses, his voice getting closer till it’s right against your ear. His words trying not to sound panicked at the thought of you preferring someone else.

“What the hell is fun about this?” You grumble, a pout playing on your lips. Feeling the warmth of his presence you subtly lean back into him.

In the blink of an eye Yan!BBF has you in the back seat, back arched, and rising his dick like your life depends on it. His girth plows through your slick velvety walls, molding your hole to the shape of him.

The wet slapping of bodies echos throughout the car and your panting breaths fog up the windows, giving you both a weak sense of privacy and an obvious explanation over what’s happening inside.

“How you likin’ THIS ride, babygirl?” He breathes out heavily, nails digging into your thighs, marking up your skin.

Using his hold he starts picking up the pace until you scream out in response. That annoying smirk of his plays on his lips.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

The ecstasy is blinding as you guides you up and down his big dick, the force causing the car to rock with his thrusts. Every time he bottoms out inside you, you can feel his angry throbbing tip kiss at your cervix, pushing the barriers of your sex and stretching you out further than you thought possible.

Gasps tears at your chest from one sensation rocking through your frame and the next. You can’t keep up with his hands that are worshipping your body like it’s all he’s been waiting for.

Or his mouth as he sucks dark purple bruises along your throat and chest. Making sure that any college boy can see you’re clearly taken.

“Try and talk now, honey. There ain’t nothin’ to complain about here,” he growls against your throat.

Broken babbles jumble out of your mouth as you try to fight and talk back but nothing sensible comes out. A smirk curls at the corner of his mouth as he actually starts mocking you. Mirroring your hopeless attempts at managing words through your noises of pleasure.

You immediately whine, tears pricking at your eyes. You wish you could hit him where it hurts by sliding right off his lap and denying him going any further. But the idea of stopping right now may break you completely.

So you do all you can and clamp down hard, rhythmically moving in time with when you go up and down his length. His choked moan and the way his smile drops brings you a sense of great satisfaction.

“That’s right, keep milking me nice and good. I can take it,” he grits out even as his balls tighten with the need to cum. He’ll hold off for as long as he has to.

Reaching between your bodies he delivers the most cruel and glorious form of payback as he finds your clit and flicks the sensitive bean over and over in time with his thrusts. Your body lurches forward into his chest.

Dammit. You wanted to torture him a little longer but the brutal slapping of his hips against yours and the way he works your clit sends you crashing over the edge. You scream his name as you clench around him, your body shaking with the force of your release.

He follows right after you, burying himself to the hilt and finally letting go. Marking you full with his cum until it creates a thick white ring around where your bodies are joined.

From that night on it becomes routine for Yan!BFF to drive you the decent distance between school and your family home. Just as it became routine to stop halfway through to… fill up… on gas.

"Liebling?" König nudges your head with his nose, chuckling when you let out the softest snore. He knew you were already tired when you started pawing at his cock. He told you that you would fall asleep, but you had begged, whined so so sweetly for him to 'just fuck me, please -"

Of course, he had to give you what you asked for. "Oh, you poor sleepy thing." He coos as he cups your ass a little more firmly, leaning back on the couch. "Your Dad always has to take care of everything for you, huh?"

He bounces you quickly, careful not to jostle you around too much. "That's alright... I love taking care of you." You let out the softest little moans when he hits that sweet spot inside of you, face twisting sleepily. Even in your sleep, you sucked him in, squeezing around him tight until he came deep inside you.

Is your wife upset with you? Is she giving you the old silent treatment and making you sleep on the couch? Well, you're in luck! Toji Fushiguro is here to help you fellas out with his easy three-step guide on how to apologise to your wife.

Step 1 — Poke and prod until you find the reason. (May backfire)

You had been giving Toji the cold shoulder since last night and frankly, he was getting tired of it. You turned away every time he came within two feet of you and pushed him away when he tried to trap you in a bear hug. Toji had had enough.

He decided to make his move when you least expected it, creeping up on you as you scrolled on your phone in the living room. “Come on, doll, haven't you had enough of sleeping alone? Don't you miss a pair of big, strong arms holding you close?” His scar stretched across his mouth as he grinned, plopping himself down beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulder before you could wiggle away.

You scoffed, eyes never leaving your phone, “No actually, it's nice when im not being squished between your man boobs.” Toji’s face contorted into one of utter betrayal, “I thought you liked them…”

Silence engulfed the room as you continued to scroll on your phone while Toji fumbled for what to say next. He wracked his brain for what to say to get you to admit why you were upset with him.

Was he snoring too loudly? Did he spend too much on lottery tickets again? Maybe he stayed out too late with Shiu again?

“What's going on with you, huh? What did I do wrong this time?” He squeezed your shoulder, eyes fixated on yours which still refused to meet his, “You know what you did, Toji. Don't play dumb with me,” You turned to face him, a pout evident on your lips.

Toji’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, what on earth did he do this time?

“Just tell me so we can get this over with,” he said with an exasperated sigh. “No Toji! Figure it out yourself you bum. Do I have to spell everything out for you?”

Simons only ever had one tattoo artist, every tattoo on his body was done by you. And Simon’s starting to think you have a crush on him. And he wouldn't be wrong. You've known Simon for years, seen more of him then anyone has, and every time he comes in he’s hotter than the last time. The tattoos you've given him are just so hot and then every time he comes in you get so close to him and those nice big muscles. Not only is he so hot, but he’s actually comfortable around you, talks to you, cracks jokes, even some small flirting. 

content warning : explicit sexual content, degradation, boob play, objectification, begging kink, light manipulation, cum play, mirror sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, light bondage, dubcon-elements, teasing, 18+ only. mdni.

roommate gojo who always promises “just the tip,” pressing the swollen head in with a shaky breath, only to rut forward five seconds later like he can’t help it, gasping, “sorry, baby, you’re too warm—I just had to.”

roommate gojo who video calls you while he’s at work, whispering, “just show me your tits real quick, baby, no one’s around,” and ten minutes later, you’re on the bed with your fingers spreading your cunt while he jerks off watching you through the screen, face flushed and voice shaking.

roommate gojo who rubs his cock against your ass every single time you bend over, be it in the kitchen, laundry room, or even just grabbing the remote—grinning like a menace as he mutters, “you do this on purpose, don’t you? bending over like you want me to use you.” and half the time, he does.

roommate gojo who climbs into bed when you’re half asleep, slotting himself behind you and humping your ass slowly until you’re mewling in your sleep, whispering filth into your ear like, “you don’t even need to be awake for this pussy to open up for me, huh?”

roommate gojo who can’t shut up when he’s inside you, fucking you slowly while groaning about how soft you feel, how sloppy and warm it is, saying things like, “hear that? that’s the sound of your pussy trying to milk me again, greedy thing.”

roommate gojo who wakes you up by slipping under the covers and licking your folds lazily while you’re still hazy, one hand playing with your tits and the other spreading you wide murmuring, “just wanna taste my sleepy girl…”

roommate gojo who fucks you from behind with a mirror in front, hand wrapped around your throat just enough to tilt your face up, making you watch the way you drip around him and slurping in your ear, “see how dirty you look? so fuckin’ cockhungry you’re creaming on me.”

roommate gojo who sneaks into the shower with you under the excuse of saving water. then presses you against the wall and slides in, still grinning while whispering, “shhh, you said I could just wash your back. guess I lied.”

roommate gojo who jerks off on your face while you’re on your knees, panting and begging, calling you his “pretty little cumplate” while groaning, “keep those lips parted, baby—fuck, you’re pretty like this. always so good for me, huh?”

roommate gojo who records short clips of your fucked-out face while you’re bouncing on his lap, whispering in your ear, “gonna show you later how you look when you're cockdrunk, yeah?”

roommate gojo who begs just to taste you, pulling your thighs over his shoulders like it’s his last meal, whining into your pussy about how unfair it is that you’re walking around “so fuckable” and not letting him eat you for breakfast.

roommate gojo who watches you through the mirror as he fucks you from behind, one hand tangled in your hair and the other bouncing your tits while saying, “look at my pretty fucktoy, so ruined... just like you should be.”

roommate gojo who jerks himself off between your tits and stays there, rutting messily until he finishes all over them with a groan, then laughs and uses your bra to clean the mess without shame.

roommate gojo who fingers you lazily on the couch while watching TV, telling you to “be good and quiet” because the other roommates are nearby and then goes deeper the second you make a sound.

roommate gojo who hides under the table when you're on a call, spreading your legs and mouthing at your pussy while you try not to react, smug as hell when your voice cracks mid-sentence.

roommate gojo who lives for your tits, licks them, bites them, talks to them, asks them if they missed him, cups them like they’re divine and calls you mean if you don’t let him fall asleep on them.

roommate gojo who coaxes you into wearing shorty shorts around the house just so he can jerk off while you bend over in front of him, telling you he needs help finishing and pouting when you ignore him.

roommate gojo who makes you sit on his lap with no panties under your skirt while he talks to the others, cock slowly nudging inside you with every shift of your hips while he smiles and chats like nothing’s wrong.

roommate gojo who whispers “don’t waste it” when he cums on your chest, then uses two fingers to scoop it up and rub it back into your nipples with a crooked grin.

roommate gojo who tells you to lie down and be still while he uses your body to cum, not letting you move or touch him, just use you like a doll until he finishes with a groan.

roommate gojo who catches you trying to masturbate in secret and gets way too into it, pinning your wrists and asking, “why would you touch yourself when you’ve got me right here?”

roommate gojo who creams your pussy and just stays inside afterward, cock still twitching, kissing your cheek and murmuring, “gotta keep it in there, baby.. full of me.”

Preliminary trials show subjects unable to stop themselves from seeking pleasure, overwhelmed with their libido. The entire ride back to base is tense, you sat in the back, overwhelmed and panting and—

Wait. No.

You seem....completely unaffected? Well, not totally, you're snuggling up to ghost a bit, but other than that you seem fine.

"What?" You finally huff when price glances at you for the fourth time in a minute, "yes, the drug is still in affect, I know what you're thinking."

"Well then shouldn't you be..." gaz trails off, face heated.

"Honestly? I don't see the big deal." You hunker down further against ghost, most of your kit having been discarded on the floor to avoid overheating "this feels like normal ovulation to me. Seems like a skill issue."

....no one mentions the fact price got hit with a much smaller dosage a few weeks prior and literally had to be sedated so he didn't do anything stupid before getting to a secure location.

nah, he'd win!

a collection of my green-flag gojo fics where all he wants to be is yours!

ac: @hunnismokah sparkle div cr: @pixopix second div cr: @tsumiinum

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ true love waits starring NERD!GOJO

ꨄ︎ what's mine is yours + what's yours is mine starring BODYSWAPPED!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ sunday morning starring FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS!GOJO

ꨄ︎ get stuffed! starring TEACHER!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ snapshots starring CHILDHOOD FRIENDS-TO-LOVERS!GOJO

ꨄ︎ marriage material starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ snowed in starring YETI!GOJO

ꨄ︎ cotton candy starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ camgirl starring ROOMMATEGOJO

ꨄ︎ break starring EX-HUSBAND!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ second base starring VIRGIN!GOJO

ꨄ︎ the king's cock crown starring EMPEROR!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ chew toy starring DOG HYBRID!GOJO

ꨄ︎ slimed! starring SLIME!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ the aliens are cumming + four dicks, one human starring ALIEN!GOJO

ꨄ︎ dorky guys finish first starring NERD!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ gift wrapped starring BOYFRIEND!GOJO

ꨄ︎ no. one party anthem starring ROCKSTAR!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ cut your heart in half starring MAGICIAN!GOJO

ꨄ︎ sperm donor of the year starring BEST FRIEND!GOJO

ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ coupled up starring YEARING!GOJO

ꨄ︎ cat-fished starring SNOW LEOPARD HYBRID!GOJO

i’m not sure if you’ve seen this already

I HAVE I HAAAAAAAAAAAVE IT'S CRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY DHSSDJH- SMOOCHES BABYGIRLS <33

simon riley fucking you for the first time knowing he shouldn’t. it’s forbidden. it’s wrong. you’re the captain’s daughter.

I talk about them all the time. the trick is to find someone you’re comfortable with or someone who’s also not normal about the character.

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be kind and respectful to people in your fandom

simon's obsession with your cunt is the filthiest secret he keeps, the one that makes his hands shake when he thinks about it in the middle of briefings.

he can't fucking help it. ever since that first time - your naked body spread out on his bed, begging for his touch - has been completely, utterly hooked. addicted. he can't get enough of the way your pussy feels clenching around his fingers, his cock. the way you taste when he buries his face between your thighs, the sweet musky smell that drives him insane. especially how you look when you're turned on, swollen and glistening for him.

it's gotten bad. really fucking bad. he'll spend hours just playing with you, watching your face as he works you up, sees the pleasure build until you're writhing and moaning his name. loves feeling your slick coating his fingers, how fucking wet you get for him. and god, when you squirt - when you soak his face and hand because he finally pushed you over the edge - that's his favorite part. that's when he feels like he's won something.

he's even started recording it. little videos of you coming apart on his fingers, your pretty pussy spasming as you cry out his name. watches them when he's away on missions, craving you like the worst kind of addiction. it's the only thing that gets him through those long, lonely nights, knowing he'll be home soon to bury his face between your legs again.

on longer ops, he's gotten even more depraved. he steals your panties before he leaves. tucks them into his pocket, pressing them to his nose when he strokes himself. loves that faint scent of you, a desperate reminder of home, of your body waiting for him.

johnny and gaz have no fucking clue. none of the task force knows that their stoic, professional lieutenant is completely pussy-whipped. they'd never believe it if they found out. but simon doesn't care. as long as he gets to keep indulging in his favorite pastime, he'll keep his shameful little secret to himself.

after all, it's not hurting anyone. 🍑