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Male Yandere x Fem!Reader||

Curious about what it means to really love, and not just love you, his closest friend, Curious!Yandere asks for your help. Let him practice being obsessed with you. It wasn’t that different from how he usually acted around you anyway. But he can only be pushed so far before he realizes just how much you mean to him.

Curious!Yandere had never been in love before. He’d seen movies, read books, and watched men become obsessed with their partners to the point of becoming unhinged. He never really understood the point of a love so feral and desperate. Unlike these guys he didn’t need a romantic partner to be happy.

He had you.

There was no need to find some other girl to love when he had the only the girl who could ever matter right by his side. That was all he needed. To have you as his best friend for the rest of his life. What couldn’t you do with him that a romantic partner could? And what could someone else provide for you that he wouldn’t do everything in his power to give you?

You were each other’s everything, no room for anyone else. Yet Curious!Yan couldn’t help but wonder if he was maybe missing something. Lacking in some kind of regular human experience. He had never even had a crush he was simply just so attached to you.

So he simply decided one day that he would obtain a crush. That he would have one of these obsessed and unhinged romances…

But perhaps some practice would do him good.

“You need help practicing what?” You ask, your adorably innocent gaze peering up at him, lashes fluttering like something majestic.

“With my stalking,” he states simply before realizing you may need a bit more context. Given the wild expression on your face right now. “With my obsession, like in that romance movie we saw the other day!”

Once he explained his whole plan to you, you were right on board. More than willing to help him on this journey. It was one of the things he loved so much about you. And as you two started the little experiment he found it way more easier than he was expecting.

It wasn’t totally uncommon for him to sometimes follow you around throughout the day. Maybe without you knowing. He just got so curious every now and then. What you were up to without him. Usually it wasn’t much. Rather you two did everything you wanted to do together.

But since the experiment started it was like you were going out of your way to do more things without him. In a way he was still there. At the same time it was different because he was meant to stay in the shadows. It created a strange unsettling feeling in his chest.

A pinch of panic, an itch moving along his skin that he couldn’t reach no matter how much he tried. Especially when you started doing those things you always did together with other people. Making friends along the way and acting in ways he thought you only acted with him.

It wasn’t until he followed you into a club that he knew he was at his limit. He watched you from the corners as you shyly made your way onto the dance floor. It took you a moment to warm up to the atmosphere but as you began to open up and really dance it was like everyone was drawn into your orbit.

He knew how amazing you were. He always had. Yet all these people wanna come in and act like they’re your best friends instead of him. They should’ve realized it sooner. Like before you were his.

Because you are his. At this point he was white knuckling it on the edge of the bar, repeating over and over in his head that they really needed to back off.

It wasn’t until some random guy went to go with you to buy you a drink at the bar that he snapped. You having fun and dancing with others and you not giving him your full attention were things he could barely handle. But when someone else cares for you, provides for you, and fulfills your needs, that’s where he has to draw the line. That’s his job, only his.

Before he even fully realized what he’s doing he’s storming through the bar. Not even making his presence known to you first though you can surely sense it’s his heat against your back and not a strangers. You two are just that tuned into each other. But the guy in front of you sees him and a flicker of confusion darts across his face.

“Thanks for the offer, man. But I’ve got her from here on out,” he says with a barely contained fury.

You don’t even jump as his hand comes to wrap around your waist and drag you into his side. He can see from the corner of his eye the way you look up at him and he immediately shifts his attention. Not willing to give that other guy a second more of his attention.

“You were supposed to say hidden and watch,” you say softly with the most heart-stopping expression of fondness and disappointment.

He absolutely melts into you because of it. All of his anger fading away now that your eyes were on him and at the realization you’ve been thinking of him this entire time.

“But I don’t wanna share you anymore,” he all but whines, leaning in and nuzzling into your neck. He rubs his nose along your jaw and inhales deeply.

It’s only been a few days but it’s a few days too long since he’s been this close to you.

The other guy was still there, staring at you both in bewilderment. Wondering if he accidentally stumbled into some freaked out cuckhold situation. One that he was totally not into it. So with a shake of his head he makes the good move to leave them alone.

“It’s felt like something was clawing me apart being away from you,” he breathed into your skin. A new strange tension settling between you two that never looked deeper into until now. But he needed you so bad. His fingers dug into the skin of your waist, dragging you closer. “Can I show you how much I missed you?”

The breathy way he begged for you snapped something in half for you both. And that’s how you found yourself locked in the club bathroom, the music pounding the walls as he pounded into you.

Curious!Yandere hisses as your tight cunt pulses around his girth. The suffocating warmth made his entire body feel like he was on fire. And he loved every minute of it. Throwing his head back he hisses as he pounds away at you. The friction creating tension throughout his entire body.

It was begging for a release. But he refused to give into it. His jaw clenching and nails digging into your thighs as he held back. He wanted to make this so so good for you. Better than the brief experiences you’ve had in the past. He wanted to wipe all of those away and leave only this.

“I’ve always wanted to know what this felt like,” he admitted in a whimper, the words just flew out of his mouth.

“T-this is your first time?!” you ask shakily while you sit on the edge of the bathroom sink, your hips rocking to meet his every brutal thrust.

Fuck. He didn’t want you to know that.

“First time with you,” he was quick to correct. “And that’s the only time that matters. I’ve spent so long imagining what it would feel like to be inside this pussy while fucking my fist. Then I’d try and convince myself you were just a friend.”

He had to laugh at himself. But then he was fucking into you even harder. The wet meeting of bodies clapping together was almost as loud as the music. Your moans were just getting longer and longer as you get wrecked on his thick length. He could tell his words were affecting you by the way you’d gush heavier around him one second and then milk his dick the next.

He was curious to see how else he could destroy this perfect little fuck hole till it only recognized him, till it only wanted him, to the point where it reshaped itself to the shape of his shaft.

“Never thought she’d be so sloppy for me. Do I make ya a mess as much you make a mess of me?” He asks with a whimper he couldn’t control.

His hand slipped between your bodies. He’s watched enough porn to know what he needed to do now. If he ever got the chance to be with you he knew he’d have to know this. And luckily he found your clit with relative ease, especially for a man who was just a virgin. With a skill of someone who’s clearly studied he rolls the bundle of nerves between two worshipful fingers.

Your scream in response is music to his ears and enough of a response for him. He couldn’t help but be just as vocal when you were throbbing on his cock this damn bad. You were close, he could tell, and he was just waiting for the minute you snapped so he could cum with you.

For him it was the most painful edging he’d ever experienced. But more than worth it for the chance to have you.

“Look at you, look how fucked out you are on this dick,” he whispers, gently he took hold of your jaw with his free hand and turned it toward the mirror.

Your eyes were so beautifully glazed over. You looked as drunk as he was off this meeting of flesh. Your lips were parted, tongue practically rolled out. Like you were begging for something to fill you up. He groaned and leaned in, biting marks up and down your throat.

“I wanna take you away, babygirl. Wanna keep you to myself forever. You’d like that, right? You wouldn’t run away, not from me,” he whined in a way that struck a cord just as he bottomed out inside of you.

Then your vision was flashing white and you were finally falling off that edge. All it took was feeling you tremble against him. Then he felt the first signs of your release hit him and he let go, maintaining his maddeningly steady pace as he fucked you both through the climax.

This had to be the most explosive orgasm of your life. He’d put money on it as your eyes rolled back into your head. And you just kept coming and coming. He thought he was coming a lot, shooting spurt after spurt of hot cum deep into your core.

But your hand flew to steady yourself against the mirror as you bucked and rode his cock like there was no tomorrow. Your body gushing endlessly as if you couldn’t get enough.

Eventually all the energy just drained out of you and you sagged right into his chest. Sinking into his warmth and letting him take care of you. Just as it should be.

And it was with that striking revelation that Curious!Yan realized he has felt the same thing for you that all those guys in the movies have. He always has. He just never knew it was romantic until today. All that time he spent curious about if he was missing something. He had already experienced this type of love. In fact, they paled in comparison to him.

You haven’t felt human touch in months since he’s taken you captive and he’s been pretty patient, so when you’re suddenly opening those pretty legs of yours and showing off your slick cunt and we’re fingers, he’s diving in immediately. You’re needy enough to allow it…

He’s eager to show you how much pleasure he can give you if you just give in and let him love you. His pretty darling, babbling out pleas for more when just yesterday you were coldly telling him to go away… it’s music to his ears.

Bring back yanderes that are actually obsessed and depraved with disgusting interests in your body.

Aurelian is a pretty blonde elf boy, desired by most men and women. Everyone considers him to be utterly gorgeous and picture perfect boyfriend material!

But they have no idea what goes on in that man’s home.

He’s been obsessed with you for a while now. No one would ever imagine the prettiest guy in town was jerking off to pictures he’s collected of you over the past few months while he breaths into his phone. You always hang up within seconds, but hearing your shaky “… hello?” is enough to get him cumming instantly.

He keeps a sealed bottle of some of your piss on his nightstand. After easily charming his way through your workplace, he snuck into the women’s room to collect your pee when you were done. Yeah, he drank some already… but he’s saving the rest to worship properly!

He has a collection of your hair he’s pulled from your hairbrush, gum he scraped off of concrete, panties you thought you threw away now hung in frame over his bed.

Aurelian doesn’t look like your average creep. He’s polite, opens the door for everyone, and always has that sweet smile on his pretty face. You’re blind sighted by his true nature once the two of you enter a relationship.

And he doesn’t plan on letting you leave once you’re inside his apartment.

He wants you to call him your kit, your little cub, your baby! Isn’t he cute? He’s purring, mewing, butting his head against you affection alt to get your attention…

And his cock is hard and leaking precum.

Won’t you be nice and jerk him off while he sucks on your breast and kneads your belly? Don’t you wanna take care of your sweet kit?

He just wants his mama.

Alright… he may have a bit of a mommy kink. He can’t help that though, so be nice to him!

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.

Male Yandere x Fem!Reader ||

Organized!Yandere gets off on how careless you, Messy!Ready are while at the same time is desperate to control you. Every time you manage to slip away into the chaos it only turns him on more. Till he realizes he can only control you when he’s fucking your brains out. And he uses it to his utmost advantage.

Organized!Yandere has never once loved someone as much as he loved you, his Messy!Reader. While he always thought he’d need someone like him to keep him sane, he’s found insanity yo be quite a refreshing feeling.

While he plans down his days to a T, even scheduling off time to fuck you, every time that he calls for you, you simply come on right over. No matter what time it’s like you drop everything for this. He just has to ask while throwing your leg over his shoulder, squeezing the flesh of your thigh, and feeding his dick right into your tight silken core without hesitation. Bottoming out with a hard wet plap.

“What were you doing before hah! coming here?”

Organized!Yandere moans wantonly, eyes rolling back as he picks up pace when you tell him you left a business meeting early. Made up some excuse and left mere minutes after ending the phone call with him. Possessive satisfaction thrums through his veins. You chose to be with him, throwing away your plans for him.

He asks what plans you have for the rest of the day, wondering if you plan to go back to work. But when you say simply say ‘nothing much’ his hips buck and he nearly paints you with his seed early. Fuck, you were so unhinged. A dark part of him ached— longed— to control you. To keep you pretty under his thumb where he could admire you and always know where you are.

His hand slips between your sweat-soaked bodies and he rubs you toward completion. Controlling your orgasm down to the very last second. When he utters a choked, ‘Cum, ffffuuckin’ cum now— mmph,’ your body listens.

You clamp down tight around his cock as if begging for him control. He’s sure of it. The thought sends him right over the edge with you, filling you up with his hot seed to the point your belly distends with the hefty amount inside of you.

Organized!Yandere tries to do just that not long after. Control you. Plan a daily schedule for you to follow without exception. Still somehow you’re nowhere to be found the first time he tries to check in on you. No matter what tactic he puts in place to control you, you always find your way out of it. Ending up at the most random places he never would’ve thought to look.

The more he tries to control you the more you end up slipping away from him. Disappearing like a magician performing their greatest trick. Of course you’re just going about your day as normal.

Deciding nah, you don’t wanna workout that day, or maybe you’ll take this meeting next week instead, that you’re feeling more Italian than BBQ for lunch, maybe a new movie caught your eye on the way home from work so you go there before heading home.

Totally casual and normal things to you but to him it was a nightmare.

Organized!Yandere has to track you down, he has to, whenever you go tragically missing (are out of reach for more than twenty minutes). Eventually he ends up losing complete control over not only your schedule but his own too. Making his already spiraling mind tumble down into actual insanity. While he appears to hate it, every rational thought left in my mind supporting that fact, in actuality he loves it. Craves it!

Because all of that frustration and twisted lust funnels straight back into you. Each time he calls on you and you come right away. He can fuck out his emotions into your willing body for as long as he desires. It’s the only time he has any real control over you and that is the hottest damn thing anyone’s ever done for him.

You’re perfect.

The next time Organized!Yandere manages to get you in his clutches he fucks you till you’re nothing but a slobbering babbling mess, too fucked out to form a proper coherent thought.

Your eyes probably permanently crossed as he pounds away at your sloppy cunt, refusing to let you cum. Not yet, not yet. But you were so messy already, new waves of your slick gushing out of you every time he mashes his engorged cockhead into your spongy cervix.

Whenever the pressure rises in your belly he feels the fluttering of your walls, how close you are, and slows down till it ebbs away. Leaving you a begging sobbing mess with every denial. By now he can’t make out any of the begging no matter how much you keep going.

“What, Bunny, you wanna cum?” He asks you, his voice the picture perfect example of mocking sympathy. You garble and whine over a few choked moans and he raises a brow, leaning in closer as if he’s actually trying but it’s only fault of your own that he can’t understand. “Hmm? Said that again, I couldn’t quite hear you.”

Another harsh round of hiccups wracked through your chest as you cry, opting out to just nod along desperately. Talking was no use.

A faint smirk pulls at his lips and he presses his body close to yours, faces mere inches apart. Denying you even now as you ache to kiss him. His lips brush against your own as he says, “Then cum for me.”

For once you listen instantly, coming with a strangled cry. Your body warps and hopelessly you try to meet his controlled thrusts. He works you through your orgasm, sliding into your battered fuck hole over and over. Talking you through it too, demanding you keep coming for him.

Organized!Yandere keeps going and the realization dawns on your mushy mind that he intends to keep going. Moving from one round right into the next. He hasn’t even cum yet and by the look on his face he doesn’t plan to for a long time. Not when he can ruin you first.

Weakly you whine and try to squirm away. The constant sensation already too much. You don’t know how much more you can take. His laughter makes something in your chest twist before he grabs your hips and slams you back down his length.

“Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Where d’you think you’re gnngh! g-going? I’ve got the whole day scheduled off so I can play with you, baby.”

His hands slide up and down your sides, soothing out the tremors as his hips snap forward, burying himself within you so hard it sends you sliding up the bed a little. Your screams of pleasure pierce the air and you know you won’t be sneaking off any time soon.

By the end of this you’re not even sure you’ll be able to walk for the foreseeable future. Keeping you right in place where he wants, where he can see you, where he can check in on you at any time and know you’d still be there.

Organized!Yandere leans down and nuzzles into your neck, peppering kisses along your feverish skin. Worshipping you as he always does when he can slow down and get a real good look at you.

on the other hand i just love the idea of him enjoying early morning cuddle fucking sjfkshffjdj

I like to think that your angel bf always starts out with nonsexual, nude cuddling.

The most natural state for an angel is nudity, they are not ashamed of their bodies at all. His bare skin is warm against you, and he enjoys the sensation of your naked body against his.

His wings are large and soft, the downy feathers keeping you from getting cold due to your lack of clothes.

It’s pure intimacy, being able to hold each other like this with only love on your minds.

Though, at some point bodies naturally react to stimuli. It’s innocent, and completely natural to be on hard when your partner is pressed against you.

He’s not embarrassed at all, he’s just happy to be close to you. He buries his cock between your thighs and fucks them softly, continuing to cuddle you close to him.

It’s instinct, simple as that. There’s nothing sinful about a being as pure as him using your thighs to warm his cock… right?

It’s all new to him, the feeling of your body, the way you clench around him when he pushes into you. He always gets butterflies in his belly when you’re around, and you temp him with every embrace.

Being inside of you is just a new form of intimacy, a way to be close to his beloved. Pleasure isn’t the only thing he seeks when he’s fucking into your cunt and kissing along your neck. He wants to be closer to you than anyone else, for his love to be the only one you ever know…

And when he cums inside you, everything just feels… right. This is how some humans show their love, isn’t it?

Lately the transition time has been taking longer and longer, leaving the siren drained of energy and panting by the time he transitions into his human form. You can tell something is wrong, so you ask. He's visibly embarrassed as he tells you that he needs more contact to shift properly, and all the previous times he's been forcing it.

You let him know you're more than okay with it, and end up hugging him awkwardly over the edge of the blowup bathtub that's been set up for him in the backroom. He's in his human form almost in the blink of an eye, and you share a triumphant laugh. A week passes just fine, but by the eighth day, he's having a hard time once again. It doesn't help that he's supposed to go on stage in ten minutes.

He's stressing out, tugging at his hair and chirping in distress. You've never heard him make that sound before. You decide to clamber into the bathtub with him. Water splashes everywhere as he flails in confusion for a second, but he calms down the moment you wrap your arms around him. A small trill of content escapes him. After a minute he taps you on the shoulder, and you realize it worked. You get out and let him get ready while you squeeze the water out of your clothes as best as you can.

Oh don't mind us, just a siren performer and his human battery.

pink indicates heavily suggestive sexual themes & red indicates outright nsfw. all readers gender neutral unless indicated otherwise. minors do not interact, 18+

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☆ yandere nerd x god complex reader + "don't leave, i'll do anything!" ☆ yandere king x rebel reader + "you made me this way." ☆ yandere millionaire x reader + "you couldn't have minded your own business?" ☆ . . . more to be added soon !

friendly reminder my blog is 18+ minors do not interact :)

yandere! L Lawliet (death note) x gn! reader

cw; L is his own tw, imposter syndrome, explicit nsfw, mdni 18+

genie's notes; yayyy commissioned piece for @ozzgin !!! thank you ozzy my beloved for giving me the opportunity to write about my man ♡ if this feels long that's bc it is LOL i was having sm fun writing it got to 4k words,, can you tell i'm bonkers for this guy,, nevertheless, i hope you enjoy reading as much as i did writing :D

“Take a picture,” you murmur. “It’ll last longer.”

“I know.”

You spare the man sitting besides you a quick glance. Despite the numerous dossiers emptied out onto the oak table before you, the detective’s attention is transfixed solely on you. Has been, for the past few hours. 

“Ryuzaki?” You try again, hoping he’ll get the hint this time.

Stop fucking staring at me.

nun reader who is also the Polytwinks' boss, pretty much how Garterbelt is responsible for the Anarchy sisters... 👉👈 (can be NSFW or not, ur choice pookie)

imagine the twins doing everything to get a praise or some "treat" from you for completing their job, asking for cuddles and just being two jealous and needy cry babies who want attention from their boss :((

Polyester x Fem! Reader x Polyurethane

Nun! Reader, Clingy Poly brothers

Ever since the angel brothers descended to earth, heaven assigned you as their overseer for the time being before they ascended back to heaven. You thought nothing of them when you first met, and neither did they.

But as time goes on, your relationship has improved quite a bit in your opinion, but it seems like they have gotten needy.

Polyester and Polyurethane have once again succeeded in the mission you assigned, as well as whining at your feet begging for some kind of attention from their mentor.

"We've done a good job right~?"

"C'mon, reward us!!"

From the brothers perspective, they saw you as a woman who is difficult to please. You never acknowledge their good doings that much, only praise them with short words such as 'good job', 'great work'. At rare times, you even treat them to a meal. But it was never enough as their attraction for you grows and their crave of any kind of affection does so as well.

They were begging at your feet and clinging onto the hem of your skirt as they whine. You're completely unfazed at this point, already grown used by their antics. At times like this, you can only sigh as you reach down and start petting their heads. From this view, it looks like two pets receiving affection from their owner.

From how prideful they are, you're surprised by this action that the brothers are displaying. Who knew such egotistical brothers would throw away their pride just to receive some reward from you? They might probably not care at all what people think, including Panty and Stocking, if they saw them acting this way.

However, this doesn't seem to satisfy their touch-starved mishap.

. . .

You have finally heeded their demands and have found yourself being squished between the angels. The three of you moved to your bedroom, doing absolutely nothing and only cuddling with each other.

In all honesty, you were expecting more than just a cuddle. So you were a tad bit disappointed. And it also seems like the brothers have a sense of what you are thinking, or was it written all over your face?

"Expecting more~?" Polyurethane teases, whispering seductively against your ears.

You don't know what his talking about.

"You can't fool us, love. Just look at your expression." Polyester giggles, kissing your neck.

You can feel their hands roaming around your body making you squirm under their touch. From the looks on their faces, you can guess what they're about to do.

"Can we?"

...you let them do what they want.

Who cares you aren't really his real wife?

Maybe it's just him being starved for a single form of affection from his supposed to be his one and only partner. Somehow he is still holding up but had it not you replacing her, he would've snapped.

Love-Starved!Husband wouldn't cheat for as marriage is such a sacred thing for him growing up religious with 'happy' parents and he wouldn't want to break the illusion. However, it was getting hard to keep it from falling apart after marrying her.

Love-Starved!Husband admit that it is uncanny looking at you considering you're using his old wife's skin and he desperately wants to see your real skin.

Desperate!Husband dropping hints that he might know who you truly are but all results to you laughing it off as a weird human couple thing you don't understand.

Paranoid!Husband double checks everything to keep you longer. He doesn't want to let it go just yet not when you two are getting along so so well. The kisses you let him left proves it! Right? Right. So don't worry if he installs more locks so no one gets in or out... In case of safety of course!!

Desperate!Husband trails up his hand on you one night as permission. He hasn't done this in a while so I hope you don't mind if he went a little crazy losing in pleasure once you've accepted him taking you.

Yandere!Husband the next morning had truly lost himself now and now he wants the real you. He's not done and he doesn't want to look at his probably dead wife's face but instead he wants you. The real you.

"Honey... You would show me everything you'd offer right? Through the highs and lows... The ugly and beautiful.. that's what you promised me."

"Of course."

"Then why do you insist on using her skin?"

"..."

"Please.. please show me who you truly are or I might just..."

He only wants to match your own wedding to you.