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Yandere!Delinquent x Tutor!Reader— primal play, light degradation, ear nibbling, careful choking, panty ripping, manhandling, grinding, rough fucking, breath play, edging, teasing, brat taming, begging, light praise, creampie, claiming

Yandere!Delinquent definitely wasn’t a fan of this whole arrangement. Given his family was currently the university’s highest diners special treatment was expected. He hated all of it, the whole school. Everything. It just wasn’t his scene and he thought his low grades would reflect that. But somehow his family had arranged for him to be forcibly tutored. By you.

If he thought he hated it then he clearly didn’t know what hate was. Until that first meeting with you. It was fascinating, the clear exempt he saw in your pretty features. The hatred only making you more gorgeous in his eyes. His parents must’ve offered you a pretty penny to put up with this.

You obviously didn’t think this situation was going to last. In front of the teachers and dean you acted all polite. Then even more fascinatingly, the minute they left it was like a switch went off in you. You didnt bother trying to hide your feelings for him and he didn’t either.

The interest and growing obsession painted starkly on his face as you went off. Telling him about how you wouldn’t force him to come to sessions. You’d be paid regardless so feel free to run off and be stupid.

Oh, don’t worry, that wouldn’t be a problem. He needed to be around you. To figure you out. And he’d do whatever it took.

Every lesson. He was there. At first meeting you at the cafe or library. Then running into you ten minutes… twenty… thirty minutes before. You were starting to think he was stalking you.

He was.

Learning and memorizing your schedule like it was his favorite past time. It was getting serious. Getting to less of his delinquent responsibilities in order to follow you around. Even studying sometimes in order to find out what about it that you liked so much.

Clearly he wasn’t getting the message that you didn’t wanna be around him or tutor him. So that’s when you start being the one to cut your lessons off. Leaving him to sit at the meeting place studying for hours every time. It took him way longer than it should’ve to piece together that you were ditching him.

This just wouldn’t do. His parents were paying you for your time. He owned that time and in a way he owned you. Yeah, you were his and he wanted you with him. Not just during lessons. But always.

The last place he ever thought to find you was at a party. He had learned your entire schedule a long time ago through the very clever system of stalking. And when he couldn’t find you that way he resorted to the good old-fashioned method of being a delinquent. Having learned all about your friends he knew exactly which one to slam into a locker to find out where you’d gone. It worked every time.

Now he’s standing off in a dark corner, watching you dance in the middle of the floor like you don’t have a care in the world. Something dark and twisted churns in his gut at the sight of you. A deep need to chase you down and finally claim you like he’s been dying to since he saw your hatred of him.

As if all the hair on the back of your neck stands up, sensing his presence, you whirl around to him. Somehow immediately spotting him in the dark and looking like you’ve been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. Oh, you just keep making all of his dreams come true. A slow devious smirk spreads across his lips and that’s all it takes for you to bolt.

Yandere!Delinquent’s pulse spikes as he bounds off after you. Getting such a rush from diving through the crowd, dodging drinks, and full on pushing people out of the way. Every inch you get further from him has his arousal increasing tenfold.

Male Yandere x Fem!Reader||

Yan!Drummer x fem!reader— teasing, public sex, possessiveness, fingering, grinding, dry humping, clitoral stimulation, dirty talk, fucked out, light choking, squirting

The stage is lit up and the music is vibrating through the walls and the floors. Powerful energy moves through the room was the crowd dances and sings along to the Band on stage. Everyone’s having a good time.

But no one is having a better time than Yandere!Drummer.

Like usual he has you sat all pretty on his lap. You were his good luck charm for a successful show. Said that he’s most comfortable with you on his lap but really he didn’t want you out of his sight for a second. He was always fine drumming with only one hand, he was fast enough, and skilled enough.

Plus with you on his lap he can both show everyone in the audience that both him and yourself are taken and also mercilessly tease you whenever he wanted. And right now you’re looking so beautiful sitting on his thigh, singing along with lyrics he co-wrote, and squirming so subtly he almost couldn’t tell beneath the bass.

But he felt the shift on his thigh and couldn’t resist the urge to start bouncing his leg to the beat of the pulsing music.

Shifting his foot to use the pedal to send his thigh flying against your warm cunt. He watches the way your mouth snaps shut and he can imagine the whimper you let out in response, trying not to make it obvious.

It’s a useless attempt though. As a drummer he can multitask with the best of them and has no trouble watching your every move as he plays. Taking things a step further he moves his hand that was wrapped around your waist and slides it along your inner thigh, feeling the way the skin trembles at his touch.

When he meets the apex of your thighs his eyes light up. You’re not wearing panties. What a surprise you’ve given him. How sweet. His fingers immediately spread open your sopping folds, dragging up and down your slit in a slow torturous movement. He relishes in the way you arch into him so readily.

“What a naughty one you are. What if someone in the audience sees what’s meant to be mine?” He leans in, purring in your ear.

Jerking up his thigh again he sends to sliding down against his hard chest while his fingers dip down to your fluttering entrance.

“Or do you just want me to claim you right here for everybody to see?”

With a sharp gasp you look over your shoulder, staring at him with wide eyes. But his smirk merely widens.

“B-baby, wait…” he hears you faintly whisper.

You can feel the warm air of the blinding lights against your sensitive folds. You try and convince yourself his drums will block anyone’s view but you really can’t be sure.

“What’s there to wait for? A break between songs so everyone can hear how you moan for me?”

Your brows furrow as his hand slips away from your cunt to return to your waist. Digging in damp slippery fingers into your skin as he starts guiding you back and forth on his thigh. Smearing your sloppy pussy along the rough texture of his jeans to give you the friction you need.

It takes all his strength not to pull out his cock and bend you over the closest amp. Fuck the set, the fans, and the record labels here to see them play. You’re all that matters right now. His eyes flicker down to his thigh, watching the way your wetness stains and marks up his pants. Watch those fan girls fawn over him now when he’ll already reek of your scent.

“Look at my sloppy girl, claiming me so good. So possessive, that’s usually my thing,” he growls in your ear, nipping at your throat till you shudder against his thigh. “Who’s making you this wet? Is it the audience, have they stolen my girl?”

You want to answer him. You want to cry out his name and prove you can be a good mate. But the lights are so bright and the pleasure bursting through your core is too tense. Creating a blissful fucked out expression all over your face.

Your mind is useless. All you can do is feel every drag of your clit against his thigh and the beautiful friction he was giving you, moving faster as the tempo of the song picks up.

What comes out instead is a fumbling mess of fractured words. None of it understandable or even close to a sentence. Yandere!Drummer laughs and his hand jumps up to wrap each digit around your throat.

You cry out, tears pricking at your eyes as you try to start grinding on him yourself. Gently he leans your head onto his shoulder to stare up at him through your fluttering lashes.

“Say that again f’me, honey. Couldn’t quite catch it over the concert.”

A sob wracks through your chest, too many sensations taking over you. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time. Driving you absolutely crazy.

Then he starts bouncing his leg again, giving you a little more friction as if you aren’t already losing your mind. All while still perfectly keeping beat for the band.

“N-not the audience!” You cry out. His eyes simmer with a twisted darkness, his smirk turning devious like he’s about to trap you as his forever and there’s nothing that can save you now.

“Then who is all this for?” He rumbles dangerously, his cock twitching and leaking with pre as he waits for the answer he’s been craving.

“You, you, only you!” You scream as the lead singer lets out a powerful belt. Hiding your exclamation under the music.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Only me. It’ll only ever be me,” he snarls as he starts bouncing his leg even faster.

Your hands fly to his knee, trying to find something or anything to ground you as you roll and buck your hips against his thigh. Letting you take him higher and closer to that peak.

The audience is all forgotten in this moment. You don’t even care what you look like or if it’s painfully obvious what your mate is doing to you right now.

You’re too busy riding his thigh like a feral monster in heat or something. Soaking his thigh with your essence like you’re getting ready to take his cock. Knowing as soon as the sets done that you will be.

“You always know just what to say. Y’spoil me, baby. Only right I spoil you too,” he coos in a brief moment of sweetness.

For a second you can’t even process his words. But then his clawed hand peels off your throat, making you release how much he was constricting your breath and intensifying your pleasure.

You almost whine at the loss. Until his fingers return to your puffy swollen clit, rapidly flicking it back and forth in that exact way you like.

Your head jerks off his shoulder at the sensation that blasts right through you, making that knot in your belly begin to tighten. When your eyes instantly meet the crowds.

Though it’s hard to see through the lights you can finally feel a handful of eyes on you. The realization sends a heat to bloom up your neck and across your face.

“Don’t look at them,” Yandere!Drummer snaps, a fierce clawing jealousy spiking low in his gut too. “Just pay attention to what I’m doing to ya. Forget about all them.”

He starts syncing up his movements, fingers and thigh working in tandem to bring you as much ecstasy as possible. Your head spins, growing dizzy as you didn’t even think feeling more than you were is possible. But somehow he’s doing it. He’s really doing it, forcing every thought you have back to him.

Every jolt of friction he gives you has you melting against his lap. The heavy rocking bringing his twitching rock hard bulge to nudge against your core in a cruel promise of what’s to come. Then he leans down, his fangs teasing at your throat before sinking in with a crunch you feel in your very core.

Faintly you can still feel eyes on you. Itll be painfully obvious what’s going on right now. The sight of him marking you is only proof of what’s going on behind the drums. Yet for some reason it’s that’s thought that has your climax finally slamming into your frame and rocking you.

Tossing your head back you let it all go, squirting your release all over his drums just in time for Yandere!Drummers epic drum solo. It’s everywhere, so damn messy in a way that he loves.

In fact, he wants more and proves that he works you through your release. The pressure on your clit only increasing. Forcing shot after shot of your cum to shoot out of you like a stream, creating a rather sick sound for his drum solo.

Ugggghh, that’s so insane!!! I appreciate you so much for letting me know. I had no idea it’s gotten that bad. I honestly don’t know what to do about it besides reporting and blocking.

Seriously, how come some of the only options for plus size people are designs that are like weird florals or that kaleidoscope kind of repetitive design. There were weird frills and fabric bunched up in weird places.

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Yandere!Close Friend x Gullible!Reader— lying, manipulation, making out, brief d*b con, body worship, grinding, dacryphilia, exhibitionism, taking a call during sex, rough sex, biting, marking, fucked out on dick, creampie.

A lot of people thought that you and Yandere!Close Friend had a strange sort of friendship. Of course you’d always defend and stick up for him against them. But everyone always just brushed you off. Called you gullible. Easy to manipulate. Which was frankly insulting giving you thought you had an excellent judge of character.

Yan!Close Friend thought you did too. And they were always there for you. Unlike your other friends. Whenever you’d have a nightmare or wake up feeling like someone was watching you, he’d be the first one to pick up your call and he’d be there so fast. Despite living on the other side of town.

During parties when you’d be too shy to socialize others would try to push you but he’d calm your anxiety by taking you somewhere private just you and him. Keeping you alone with him all night.

Sometimes you’d stumble onto your friends saying mean things about you, messages sent in a group chat they probably forgot they had added you in. He was the one always there to comfort you, somehow knowing exactly what to say to make you feel better. Then it kept getting worse when they’d arrange hangouts with you only for them to never show and later post pics of everyone at some other spot for the night.

Eventually they had all left. Everyone except him. They all judged your friendship yet they weren’t even half as loyal as he was. That was made clear enough. One of your so-called friends even tried messaging you and acting fake by painting themselves the victim. Asking why YOU were the one being so mean and burning bridges left and right.

You couldn’t believe that they were trying to pull that trick. After all they did to you. Without another word you had ended the call and blocked them all. You didn’t need them if they didn’t need you. Leaving only one person left who stuck by your side.

Yan!Close Friend was the only one you could turn to. He had you all to himself. The two of you began spending more and more time together at his insistence. He said he didn’t want you getting isolated from people. And you guess that made sense. Leading you to even start sleeping over at his place.

When you were there he never let you lift a finger. Leaving you alone looking for something to do to help him. That’s when a phone starts buzzing on the bed. Your brows furrow as you pat at the sheets in search of it. Only to find a phone you don’t recognize. Unless maybe he simply got a new one?

Picking it up the screen flashes bright to a picture of you two together and a text appearing. You only get to see a flash of your name on the screen before he appears out of nowhere and swipes it out of your grasp.

“What was that? S-someone said my name,” you rush you, prickles of fear over how the others talked bad about you behind your back bubbling back to the surface.

He shushes you, immediately crawling onto the bed and dragging you up on his lap. Calming you down for a long moment before speaking.

“I’ve been, uh, talking with the others. Trying to make them apologize. I’ve noticed you might be a little lonely with just me around,” he admits with a deep concern and your heart absolutely melts for him.

“No, no, no, all I need is you. I don’t want them,” you insist, leaning into his chest. You didn’t trust them, feel safe with them. You only felt safe with him and he proved that to be justified.

“Really? Are you sure?”

“Yes, h-how can I prove it to you?” You whine out, not wanting to lose him or to share him with anybody.

Yan!Close Friend didn’t even think about it. He simply leaned down and kissed you. You made a noise of surprise from deep in your throat, whole body tensing. Then came a wave of arousal that overwhelmed you from head to toe. Consuming you in a way you didn’t expect. But your body melted into it, the quick swipe of his tongue allowing you to open up to him in more ways than one.

Oh my goodness thank you so so much for asking, I love you bunches and I’m gonna give you all the kisses on the mouth lmao.

Soooo hehe. In the lore of these OCs Carver is actually in love with someone else. The Eldritch God is doing a big no no by interfering in human lives like this but he’s so in love with Reader and the three of them, their souls are compatible so he kinda justifies it like that! But when he tells Carver he’s bringing him back to the past to win over his soulmate, Carver thinks it’s the person he’s in love with. And he’s kinda a himbo lol.

Carver alone is actually just Reader’s best friend. They were like nerdy loners when they were younger and all they had was each other. Reader was in love with Carver but never confessed and he never realized. They have a very banter-y and fun relationship.

Yessss, kind of!! In a way!! Carver definitely has feelings he hasn’t realized for Reader bc of said himbo-ism. He’s so focused on thinking it’s the other person that he hasn’t even stopped to think about why he acts this way with Reader. But deep down he is equally as obsessed and the Eldritch God knows that so he’s trying to play matchmaker with the three of them hahaha.

Time Traveling Eldritch God takes over control of Carver’s body on a daily basis just so he can get his needed dose of touching you. While his human is too resistant, knowing once Carver touches you he’ll lose control, he has no problem losing control.

From the moment his claws curl around your plush waist he’s going feral, yanking you into his broad chest and pinning you against the nearest surface. You don’t even get the chance to blink before his mouth is on yours, devouring your lips like they hold the world’s sweetest nectar. His toned thigh slips between your meaty ones and presses right against your core, making you mewl so sweetly.

He’ll torture for hours if you let him, kissing you till you run out of breath and grow dizzy with lust. Only then will he kiss down the curve of your neck and litter your soft skin with dark bruising marks. Ones that no earthly makeup would ever be able to cover.

Time Traveling Eldritch God is never satisfied just marking your body, he has to mark your scent. There are many ways as an Eldritch being that he can scent you and ensure it remains for the entire way. But his favorite way by far is to catch you fresh out of the shower, only partially dressed in your pretty panties, and drag you back into bed.

He’ll tease you ruthlessly but grinding his cock along your clothed slit, turning you both on so damn badly. You’re wriggling beneath him, whining and bucking your hips as your panties grow more slick. Which only helps him rub against you even harder and leak buckets of his own precum.

Eventually your dirty underwear is all soaked and practically see through with the evidence of how pent up you both are. He rubs his cock all over, even yanking the wet fabric away from your fat cunt and wrapping it around his thick girth so he can pump more of his essence into it.

Only when he thinks you’ve had enough does he peel them back by the seam and guide his throbbing tip along your slit, spreading open your folds and grinding shamelessly right into your clit until you cum hard. Your body convulsing with pleasure and your cheeks heating up in embarrassment that he could get you so messy without ever being inside you.

Time Traveling Eldritch God always subtly lets his hand linger on the back of your neck right before you leave for the day. Ancient magic flows through him and marks you down to your very soul with his own personal rune. It allows him to know your every whereabout and location. As well as allowing him a bit of control over your body.

Nothing huge, but during the day when he suddenly worries you might have forgotten that you’re his, he’ll start off gentle and slowly raise your body heat, causing your body to begin burning with arousal. He’ll have you subtly rubbing your legs together, growing desperate for some kinda friction.

But nothing you do satisfies. With a pulse of his rune he has your pussy throbbing with need, gushing with arousal and soaking your panties. Your slick mixes with the remnants of his cum and turns you on even more.

He doesn’t stop, keeping you right on the edge despite being able to make you cum over and over again completely untouched. Luckily he’s a very patient Eldritch God and waits till you eventually break and call him on the phone, demanding he talk you through your release.

And like the good mate he is, he works your body like only he can and brings you to release as many times as it takes you to go boneless with pleasure. Figuratively not literally. As both are things he can do.

Time Traveling Eldritch God calms back down once you’re back with him. The moment you walk into your home he’s on you, his human eyes and the many he cloaks from you rake over your form. All of his senses take you in. His eyes catch onto love bites that decorate your throat, his nose inhales deeply the scent of his mixed with your own, and the touches the rune on the back of your neck.

Gathering you in his arms he lets your presence calm is racing mind and the two of you sluggishly stumble onto the bed. The peace that washes over him in your presence has his magic slipping, his limbs growing longer and more indescribable.

You don’t even notice as you’re just as lost in him as he is you. Your bodies move in tandem, both of let out low moans as he finally slides his length inside of you. He starts off slow as if greeting your body with his own. But it doesn’t last for long, need gripping you both tightly and fueling you to start rutting into each other.