#sub crows zero

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × harsh and manipulative reader

content: mentions of light bondage, name calling (ma’am), praising, degradation and humiliation, manipulation, cockstepping, begging, foot humping—fucking, cum licking, usage of toys (vibrator and silicon toy), simple aftercare.

note: PART 1. PART 2. PART 4. these are the previous parts of this short series! if you want to have a better reading experience, please read them first before proceeding with this one. ps: i will be making a 4th one since i think i made this one too long and felt the need to cut it. TT :: requested by anon!

note again: part 4 is out. :)

hearts, comments and reblogs are all appreciated.

the moon was bright, gleaming as you were walking back to your sweet home. you were out in the park, left hand holding the remaining medium-sized pack of cat food while the other has a big bottle of water and cup. feeding strays was your favorite hobby to do but you felt exhausted tonight, so you made up a choice to go home a bit earlier. the route that leads to your village was just a walking distance but you were tired, far too tired that you just made up a decision to just take a cab.

entering your home, you could already feel the sleepiness take over but you remembered a task you still have to do, and that was you needed to check on something. you placed all of your stuff in your living room, washed your hands, and made sure all the doors were locked before proceeding to accomplish what you had to do.

you could already hear the noises coming from your hallway as you walked towards it, eyes focused on the gloomy passage. as you reached the door leading to your basement, you twisted the doorknob, pushing the door gently before seeing the full view of what was in front of you. you entered the said room with a sinister smile that slowly creeped up your face. it was he, the boy you had captured and taken into your home. the boy who had been pestering you mentally. the tiredness left your body as soon as you got to see him better.

it was truly a beautiful sight to see. he was naked, sitting on the floor, chained so that his movements were restricted. his eyes were covered and so was his mouth, the soft fabrics now smeared with tear and saliva marks that’s most probably caused from his pathetic scream and cries.

you walked closer to his figure and knelt down to properly meet his level. after putting yourself in a comfortable position, you then took off his blindfold and mouth cover before breaking the silence, “what a pathetic, little boy you are. you’ve been crying so much, haven’t you? look at those big, sad eyes— oh, and those hickey covered neck— you look like a beat up puppy, ain’t ya, baby?” you said, hand slowly creeping up to touch his neck, and the other to cup his face. he whimpers at the sudden contact, eyes jittering as they tried to make contact with yours.

“l-look..” he said, “i’m sorry for being a pathetic weirdo t-that did nothing but, b—but stalk you, do fucked up things about you and more weird stuff. i p—promise i was only gonna drop those items and go awa—” he suddenly stopped, eyes going wide as he let out a loud scream. you had gotten up step on his cock, so suddenly that he screamed like a little girl.

“now, will that make you shut up?” a scoff left your mouth, lowering yourself down once again. “you know, i was so disappointed that you’d rather spy on me than be a big boy and face me. remember when i said that i expected more from you? you probably don’t cause i knocked you out but, yeah. my mind still hasn’t changed about that.” you added, thumb grazing his cheek with a disappointed look in your eyes. the words that left your mouth made his stomach drop. h—he disappointed you? he wants to be anything but a disappointment to you! you shouldn’t have said that to him— he’ll prove you that he is worthy, that he is good and not a piece of trash.

to fully add more to the effect, you removed your hand that was touching his face and that fuelled more of his desires to be better for you. with hands trembling, he weakly grabs your hand again and placed it back on his face, hands now holding both the back of your palm and your arm. the boy stared at you with pitiful eyes then spoke, “but i’m not bad, r—right? all i did was to protect you, and to keep you safe. please take it back, i’ll prove to you that i’m good ! i’ll do anythin’ you want. i’m sorry, p-please, anything..” he begs with tears in his eyes, mouth stuttering as he tries to properly tell you how he’s sorry, how he’ll be good and do anything, and everything that you want, just so you’ll take back what you said.

“oh you wanna prove to me that you’re a good boy? that you’re my good boy? then that means you’ll do anything i want, ain’t that right?” you bombed him with questions, emphasizing the part where you said my as his eyes sparkled at the thought— your good boy? yes! he’ll do anything of course, it’s you who he’s breathing and serving for, anyway. he’s only living because you also exist. “yes, yes! anything you want me t’do, i’ll do ‘em.” he blurts out, fixing his position to prepare himself on what he has to do. “atta, boy, you said it yourself. you wanna do anything i tell you, right? fuck my foot then, prove yourself to me.” you said blankly as you got up. he was stunned— are you joking or were you serious? he instantly got the answer just by looking at your face, and that is you were actually for real. “what’re you waiting for? get started already.”

“yes, ma’am..” he stutters out. you then loosened the chains that were restricting him, so that he could move a little better. the said boy slowly grabbed the lower part of your leg, positioning himself to your foot. a silent moan left his lips as he started to grind his cock against it, the base of his erection rubbing on the bridge of your foot. the friction he was getting from progressively fucking your foot made him feel lightheaded, thoughts running in his mind about how dumb he probably looks. still, he couldn’t believe he’s actually getting contact with your body, even if it made him look filthy below you. it was fine as long as it’s for you. “hahh— feels good..” he pants, slowly loosing himself, grinding a lot faster in order to get more friction. minutes passed by and everything was drowned out, all except the noises the chains were making because of his rocking movements.

“m’ sorry, so s—sorryy for being a d-dumb lil’ boy, please forgive me—” he’s still moving, but now quicker and more animalistic. random apologies left his mouth, whining out about how he’s sorry for being a disgrace to you, how he is sorry for letting you down. his nonsense went on for a long period, and so was his actions, all while blabbing and degrading himself about how pathetic he is.

“n-need, i need to— hic! i think i’m g—gonna— ah! wai—” his feverish noises and blabbers were finally cut off as he rides off his high, crying with his mouth agape as his cum spurts out his pinky tip. his sticky semen covered your foot, most of it actually. it really was a whole lot of liquid, as if he hasn’t had a proper release for decades. “i only said to hump my foot— not cum on it! bad dog! go clean it up before i get mad.” you shouted at the poor boy attached to your leg.

“i—i’m sorry for not asking for permission to cum..” he apologizes to you. you were literally far from mad, in fact, you were actually getting wet inside your panties just by seeing how well he was obeying you. he really was the perfect pet, just need a little more training, that’s all. “okay, i will clean i-it.” he says, getting off of your foot and bending down to meet it. after bending down to meet its’ level, he then starts to lick his cum off of it. the feeling of his tongue making contact with your foot made a hot feeling enter your stomach. for you, it was so entertaining to see your pet serve below you, all because of one simple command. for him, he didn’t mind the actions that he was doing because it was all to earn your apology, though it was disgusting to taste his own release. once he was done, he stopped and looked up at you, waiting for your next command.

“very well, then. wait for me, i have a surprise for you.” you spoke with an unnoticeable smirk on your lips. he nodded, waiting patiently as you walked out of the door and closed it. you slowly made your way towards your room to grab a vibrator and dildo that you’ve been waiting to use on someone, and lucky for him, he was the chosen one. after getting the toy, you went back quickly towards the hallway, then the basement. “i’m back, good thing you didn’t escape or else i would’ve duck taped you to the headboard of my bed.” you said, laughing slightly at your own words as if he can actually move enough to get up. though for him, it wasn’t a joke since he’d gladly comply with that. “now where was i? oh— i forgot to tell you, close your eyes first before i reveal my surprise.”

“okay, ma’am.” the agreement left his mouth as he closed his eyes, making sure to firmly shut them off. you slowly put upfront the items that were behind your back before poking him to open his eyes. his reaction was priceless as he saw what was infront of him. “surprise! do you like it? i’ve been waiting to use these on someone, and you’re just the perfect one. what are we waiting for? let’s start, shall we?” you slowly lifted your index finger, signaling him to arch his lower body upward, so that you can place the dildo on the floor below him. after placing the silicon toy, you guided him to sit back so that it can enter his hole, all with no preparation. good thing he was already stretched out from all the numerous times he was fucking himself, lonely whilst thinking about your body. a loud moan slipped out his lips as he finally sunk down all the way, taking all parts of the toy. you were about to order him to start moving but he was far too horny, so he wasted no time to bounced on it, not waiting for your signal.

“this guy is a fucking slut..” you couldn’t help but mumble to yourself as you stared at the weirdo.

“ah! ah! i-i feel s’goodd— thank you! than’ you! a-and s-shorrry for— for not w-waiting.. hah! ” he babbles out to you, bouncing erratically on the toy that was penetrating the insides of his ass. “m-mhm! w—wha—” he stammers as he was caught off guard when you suddenly placed the vibrator on the tip of his dick. your spontaneous move made him start to fucking scream-whine. his body was squirming, hands rapidly trying to find something that he could hold onto for support, as the pleasure was getting too much for him. his pink tip started to seep out tiny amounts of white liquid as the toy vibrated. but you didn’t stop, instead, you put the toy on the highest setting. you also guided him to hop harder like a bunny and held both his fists out to even look more like the animal. by this time, he was already gone, mind too blank that all that left his mouth was noises of thank you’s! so full’s! g-good’s! and many more, just from pure pleasure. it took him 2 times to cum till he finally passed out from tiredness.

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × female reader

content: self masturbation, camming (cam sex), begging, dacryphilia, praising, cum licking, excessive use of the word “mommy”. ( i have free will, ok. T.T )

note: part four has finally been released! FOR MORE BACKGROUND, READ THE OTHER PARTS: PART 1. PART 2. PART 3.

i hope you guys enjoy reading. :) please send in requests! make sure to read my rules first though. anyway, apologies for the random tags. this work isn’t really made specifically for a certain character/person but rather general, thus i used a lot of tags. 🥲 but if you want to get MY reading experience, try imagining jo woo-chan from allday project in this fic, LOL. NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

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it has been months.

months passed since your first encounter with your yandere, the guy who had been secretly keeping track of your life. the guy that had been pestering you ever since. though he annoys you sometimes, you actually grew fond of him eventually. he became your sort-of-boyfriend and has been a big help to you, so that kind of cancels out all the unhinged things he had done back then.

in all honesty, he was actually the sweetest boy you’ve met. everything that he had done was only due to his desires to be with you. his love was still pure at most, and it all was just for you. the boy also truly loved you, he just didn’t know how to properly express it, how to properly show you in a way that you understood, thus leading to his actions. those drawings he had done were just products of his uncontrolled thoughts about you. but finally, after giving him a chance to explain, to show his true self, he was certain to prove you how grateful he was that you finally accepted him for who he is.

he became an obedient boy, always at your beck and call whenever you need him. he was willing to do anything that you ask for, even if it means not receive anything in return. want to eat something? he’s cooking up a 3-course meal. need to have your clothes prepared? he’s already going through your closet, looking for the perfect outfit that’ll compliment your body. someone keeps pissing you off at work? that person suddenly stops going to the company. stressed from paperworks? he’s already on his knees, ready to pleasure you out of your mind. he’s an all around guy, only for you, so you really can rely on him with anything and everything.

you had been out of town for around a week due to your business trip. you had applied for a job after having the realization that you had to get your life together. lucky for you, you got accepted shortly to the company. it wasn’t easy going out of town due to your boy protesting over it. he bombarded you with questions beforehand, saying, “why can’t they just pick another employee?” “why do you have to come?” “is it really a business trip? are you just trying to leave me?” over and over again.

eventually, you had him convinced to let you go without him. of course, not without a little persuasion. it was the 6th day of your 2-week period business trip and you were starting to feel the exhaustion coming in already. there were paperworks left and right and you still had to attend meetings after finishing them. your head was starting to hurt, as well as your fingers from continuously writing and signing letters.

ding.

another. then another. your phone rang, bringing you back to reality. you looked over to your phone, scanning it. the notifications were messages and a missed call from him. you reluctantly grabbed the phone and clicked the notification, leading to you to the messaging app.

: mommy, i miss you. :(

: how are you? have you eaten today? idunno what u r doing ‘cause haven’t been replying to meeee. text me back, please.

: i hope you’re not trying to find a new baby there. :( only have your eyes on me, mommy, okay?

: if someone’s trying to get close to you, say you already have me. :)

missed call from (crybaby)

: pick up, pleaseeeuu. i haven’t heard your voice for six days and i’m dyingg. call me back when you’re not so busy. i love you so much!

your heart fluttered as you replied to his messages with a smile that was unknowingly creeping up to your face. he truly was a sweet boy, he just did a bad job with showing you his love. after replying to his chats, you decided to call him back. i could just do those paperworks later you thought. you then walked towards the sleeping quarters of the office. after facing the door, you locked it so that you could enjoy having a private conversation with him.

ring.

“hiii, mommy! i knew you couldn’t resist me. how are you?”

he greeted you over the phone with a silly smile on his face while currently laying on your bed. “i’m good, just lots of work and meetings is all. how about you?” you replied.

you strolled over to one of the beds, laying down and positioning your body sideways with your phone still on your hand.

“i’m also doing good! i can still function inside the house even though it’s kinda difficult without you. i miss you, a lot. ‘m sad because you didn’t bring me with you..”

his words trailed off, voice shifting from cheerful to an upset almost-inaudible whispering. you can hear the sadness in his voice, making you frown with pity.

“awee, you miss me that bad? don’t worry, honey. there’s only almost a week left and we get to see each other again.” you cooed at the pouting boy on your screen. you kept reassuring him that there wouldn’t be a long time left.

“did you have dinner already?” you questioned him, aiming to change the subject.

“yes, i already ate! i had sausages, pasta, and a drink.” he answered back.

“hey, i told you to stop eating sausages, right? processed meat is bad for your body. i might just pinch you cause you aren’t listening to me.”

you scolded the boy. “whyyy? tonight was the only time i ate those, mommy. i just didn’t feel like cooking cause it’s not for you..” he acted sad while actually liking the scolding of yours.

due to you always being occupied, you could only chat him through the app but not call him. he hasn’t had the chance hear your voice since you left the town and this was the only chance he had. a burning sensation in his stomach was all he felt when he heard you talk. both of your bickering went on for almost five minutes before he finally gave in apologized to you.

the conversation then went on normally. you asked questions about how his well-being is and what he has been doing while you were away. he really was actually functioning well even without you. he made sure to clean the room regularly, did his own laundry, bought a few decorations, and even a cute plushy that reminded him of you.

“i feel sleepy already. how about you? you wanna go night night, baby?”

you talked to him, lightly yawning as you palm your cheek.

“can we sleep later? i’m not really sleepy, plus i still want to talk to you.”

he answered back with a pout forming on his lips. before you knew it, your eyes were starting to close on their own. as you try to doze off, his voice suddenly interrupts it.

“mommy! i know you’re sleepy and all but..” he trailed off.

“but..?” you questioned the boy.

“but i’ve been good and- and i’ve been patient. i haven’t even touched myself and i’ve been holding back like i know you’d want me to..”

he trails off his words once again, removing his gaze from you due to his shyness taking over him. he really knew how to wake you up, though. your drowsiness left as he spoke.

“yes, honey. i know that. what do you want me to do then, hm?” you said, your attention fully on him now.

“i was wondering if i could touch myself..” his words were silent as a whisper, almost hard to understand that you had to ask him again with what he just said.

“i-i said if i could touch myself.. can i?” he finally speaks up clearly, hands visibly rubbing one of his inner thighs.

“i promise i was a good boy even with you being away. i just miss you so, so much. and i-i’m enjoying hearing your voice right now so.. so let me, please?”

his voice was stuttering, words jumbled, uncertain of what your response would be. he still felt tension between you two, even if you both were far away. you can’t help but give a reassuring smile towards the sulking boy on your screen. finally, after what felt like hours for him, you broke the silence and gave in.

“yes, go ahead, baby. show mommy how much you miss her, okay?”

that was all it took before he nods his head to your approval. he gave a silent gratitude before using his unoccupied hand, aiming to unzip his pants. with his fly open, he lowers his boxers that were wet. he also lowers the angle of his phone so that you could see more clearly. you can now see that the tip of his dick was covered with precum. after setting his phone in an angle you can see properly, he fully pulls out his cock and wraps his hand around it.

“may i, now?” he questions you in a whispering tone. you could only nod in response, eyes too focused on his already leaking dick that you couldn’t respond with your words.

“thank you..”

as the words left his mouth, he begins to move his hand in a vertical movement. a moan slip past his plump lips, slightly drowned out due to the wet noises his member was making. he continued to stroke his dick, making sure to let out his moans as he knows that you enjoy hearing him.

his eyelashes flutter open, batting them as he was starting to tear up from the lingering sensation he was feeling. the moans continuously left his mouth. fast and ragged breaths that had a hint of brokenness into them.

“h-hnhh.. m-mommy, may i go faster? may i?” he mutters impatiently whilst his thumb rubs over the tip of his shaft, making him let out whimper from the sudden wave of pleasure.

“you may, baby.”

with your reassuring words, he starts to give it his all with stroking himself. his eyes were half-lidded that were starting to tear up due to sensitivity. as he pleasured himself, he couldn’t help but imagine it was your hand, that it was you taking care of him instead of his own.

“i m-miss youu, h-hghnn.. w-why did you have to leave your b-baby.. a-ah! it feels so lonely without you..”

he sniffles, dragging out his words. he was babbling out his own thoughts that he couldn’t help keep to himself. he was starting to lose his mind, every thought going blank from the pleasure he was causing himself. the words coming out of his mouth that was barely coherent before were now much more jumbled.

a tick of the clock passed. then another. with an unconscious mind, you did not realize that you were losing track of time.

“mommy! mommy, can i c-cum? why aren’t you talkinn’? let me hear you..”

it has been fifteen minutes since time passed and you could say that he was far gone from the pleasure. you couldn’t stop yourself from cooing at the boy whining and crying on your screen. he was frantically begging for release and you weren’t even aware.

“just a little more, okay? i know you can do it.”

you coaxed him, knowing how easy it is for him to give in.

“o-okay, jus’ a little more.. h-hahh.. you know, mommy, i w-wish you were here, and— an’ stroking me and loving me and taking care of me..”

he rambles with a sobbing voice. he really did miss you and everything about you. your presence, your love, your touch, you. he was so so close, and you just fueled him enough again. you kept on praising him, telling him how good he has been for holding back his desires and saying how you’re so proud of him.

“h-hurtss.. hurts, mommy.. i wann’ cum, please, please! p-please..”

his stroking was now erratic, cuss words flying out of his mouth as a strand of drool was seeping out the corner of his lower lip. he was moaning brokenly over the phone now as he tries to replace his noises with pleading for release. you could see clearly see the boy lose himself to his own actions.

“go ahead, cum.”

you said and just as the words left your mouth, it timed with his release. he let out high pitched moan, finally releasing his high. the sticky white substance were smeared all over his hand as well as the screen of his phone, leading the camera of the device to be blurry. with no shame, he moves the phone close to his mouth, licking the front lens to remove his own release.

“s-sorry for the mess, miss..”

he lolls out his tongue, showing you the liquid that sat on top of his tongue. he then swallows it, making sure to swallow down so there would be no waste. he shows you his tongue again to let you know that it was clean before pushing it back in his mouth. after his so-called filthy act, he lowers the phone once again and shows you his hand full with cum. as he maintains eye contact with you, you can see that his hand was shifting and moving towards his mouth. and before you knew it, he was licking his own liquid from his hand. you can vividly hear his ragged breaths all while he was licking it.

“a-all done and clean for you..”

it was a filthy act but you enjoyed every bit of it. as a smile formed on your lips, you praised the boy and said, “what a good boy you are. just wait until my trip is over, okay? i will give you something better.”

he could only nod in response. after that little talk you gave him, he asked for permission to go to the bathroom to clean himself up in which you allowed. ten minutes passed and he was finally done with cleaning himself and that was enough so that you guys could finally rest. instead of ending the video call, he protests that you guys should leave it on which wasn’t a bad idea at all. you still had to thank him in someway, anyway.

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × reader

content: yandere themes, progressive portrayals of submission and obsession, stalking, fantasies, voyeurism, mentions of nipple play, masturbation, and finger sucking.

note: please let me know if you liked it ! i would like to do a part 2 (since this only has a cliffhanger) but before that, i want to hear your opinions :] it is my first time writing so please, be nice. TT

note again: PART 2. PART 3. PART 4.

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a yandere that first caught a glimpse of you at a park and fell in love the same minute. it’s their first time feeling so captivated to someone whom they’ve just “met” and his mind is already running with thoughts, all just about you. you were just so precious, so unique, and so lovely to his eyes. you made him feel so bubbly and warm inside, a feeling he had never felt before, a sensation that made him feel alive. his feelings only pushed him further to start his journey of keeping track of your life.

a yandere that only has one thing in his mind and that is to be with you in his own ways. his obsession grew larger the more he went to the park to watch you. everyday, he would sit at the same exact spot wherein he thinks you wouldn’t notice his presence. he’d make little portraits of you, draw the outfits that you wore, and turn them into little paper dolls that he can play with later on.

a yandere that after countless days of observing you, finally develops a pattern on the duration of your stay at the park, your daily activities, and also the route that leads to your house. armed with this knowledge, he finally decides to follow you home, convinced he was protecting you — or at least, that’s what he told himself.

a sub yandere that grabs the opportunity to climb the huge tree facing your rooms’ window to see what you were up to. as he’s observing from the tiny window slit, his face shifts into a stunned one. eyes wide, mouth slightly agape, and cheeks blushing, all for a reason. the said male saw you pleasuring yourself to videos of boys getting dominated online, all with a straight face. this made him question himself, will you like it if those videos .. your fantasies came to life? if he became your muse to play with? would you love it if you toyed with his nipples? would you enjoy it if he also sucked your fingers while you jerk him off? would you like it if you heard him beg and cry out for you? would you?

all those lewd thoughts he was thinking about made him go crazy. his eyes were starting to water, a tingling feeling circling inside his stomach and every part of his body now feels hot. he was so captivated that he didn’t notice the wet spot that had formed in and out of his pants. “h—hah ! w—wha.. what the fuck..?” he snapped out of it, cussing silently as he stared inside his pants and saw cum that run down the sides of his inner thighs. looking away, he realized everything was so overwhelming that he couldn’t take it, he was going to pass out if he doesn’t stop at staring at what you were doing.

DEVOTION. pt. 6 (last part)

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × reader

content: mentions of nipple play, p in v, whiny yandere lol.

note: so sorry for taking so longgg.. :( i hope you’re not mad at me, anon. 🫠i’ve been busy with stuff so i couldn’t finish this wip-- but hey, i finally finished it!!! ^__^ if you’re seeing this, just know i really am sorri!!! anyway, this will be the last part of this series. i think i have made enough content for it. i will now be focusing on making content for kinktober, hehehe.. requests are open. i’ll upload a post about it. :P NOT PROOFREAD!!!!

two days had passed ever since the punishment that you had given your yandere.

the day before today, you were pretty bored, so you went to a bar, completely losing yourself in the process. you tried to get him off your mind. tried to get the guilt off your soul. you felt bad for letting yourself go and treating him a little trashy. so, in order to get you off your thoughts, you went to a place where you thought you won’t ever step foot into.

when you woke up, you were surprisingly fine, even after all the craziness you had done last night.

you felt productive so when you were finally full on awake, you occupied yourself with tasks. you swept the floor, washed the dishes, and changed the sofa cover in which you also slept in. you didn’t sleep in the bed along with him last night since there were still fire burning inside you.

prideful.

firm.

you were also too intoxicated to even make it to the room anyway.

you were trying your best to ignore your partner since you were still mad at him, as mentioned-- or maybe you were trying dismiss the guilt for leaving him alone? not giving him aftercare? you weren’t exactly sure how to feel, thus you dismissed any possible feeling.

but to balance out your lingering coldness, he presented himself as a heat that set you ablaze.

he acted like a vermin.

small and terrible, which you thought.

he was trying to make it up to you in order to have his apology accepted. when you swept the floor, he was there, holding another mop. he was gleaming as he held it, blabbering about how “teamwork makes the dreamwork” or some shit like that. you didn’t pay him no mind. in fact, you turned your back on him.

when you were washing the dishes, he followed you. he grabbed the plates and placed them in the dishwasher, again just to yap about how “the washer will make things faster and you wouldn’t have to tire out yourself out”. even when you changed the covers, he was there. the boy handed you another color of fabric and said that “it would suit the living room better”.

after his continuous attempts of helping you, the fire inside you finally bursts.

you snapped.

your eyes were low but somehow still piercing to look at, along with a face that had formed into a not-so-obvious frown. before he could react, you grabbed him by the waist, pulled his body close to you and tackled him into an aggressive kiss.

“will that make you like-- shut the fuck up now? this is like the second time i’ve said it to you. aren’t you tired of being told to do so?”

“nope! i’ll stop when you forgive me.”

he states, grinning goofily as he stared at you. you could only sigh at his firmness. after an airy puff released your mouth, you grabbed him by his arm, tightly gripping it that you could literally feel his brachial muscles. he didn’t fight back, only whimpering at the sudden grip on his arm. you dragged him towards the living room with your hand still on his arm.

you pushed him on the sofa which resulted in him messing up the new covers. he mouthed a sorry before moving his hand to try and fix the messy sheets. you didn’t bother paying attention to his actions, completely ignoring what he was doing. as he was straightening out the fabric, you caught him off guard as you pounced on him. you had placed yourself on his lap, legs apart whilst they move to wrap his lower back. you placed both of your arms on the back of his neck, leaning in to whisper the words that left him stunned.

“i’ve been holding back, even when you misbehaved. i couldn’t keep pretending that i am not in need of you..”

he gulped. loud and clear. everything went silent-- and it felt like it was just the two of you in the world. he shakily placed his hands on the sides of your waist, waiting for you to do something.

“i need you too.. i won’t ever disobey again. i promise.”

he broke the silence.

you didn’t respond.

you were too distracted by his collarbone. you had removed your other hand just to start tracing his collarbone as if you’re narrowing down a map. as you dragged one of your fingers, you shifted it down, aiming for his nipple. he jolted at the sudden touch, closing his eyes at the sensation. the feeling of having his sensitive bud touched suddenly made him moan. you twisted his pec, harsh but slow. you didn’t care if it hurt him. his body was yours anyway.

“hey-- what are you doing?”

he suddenly opened his eyes as he felt your weight lifting off of him. you were removing yourself above him. he tried to stop you, thinking you were bored with him again— but boy was he wrong. when you finally got off, he stared nervously as he saw you unbutton your shorts, pulling your zipper down, and totally removing them. is this what i think it is? he thought.

if this is actually what he thinks it is, then he isn’t ready.

you were now only on your panties. no shorts. as you placed yourself back on his lap, he was manspreading in the process. after finally getting yourself back to your original position, you did what he would not expect. you suddenly backed away a little, just enough so you could have access to his bulge area. you reached for the string of his shorts too, untying it as you lowered the waistband of it.

he was now fully exposed. his manhood was already wet at the tip with precum, probably aroused due to the sudden kiss you gave him. you moved, putting your lower body at least a bit closer to your original position again. you then shifted your underwear slightly to the side, holding the fabric before catching him off guard again.

“w-wait-- i’m still not prepared- m-mm.! ”

his body trembled under you, torn between resisting and giving in. you had fully inserted his shaft inside you, which caused him to react like that. it entered perfectly, and smoothly, as if it was made just for your own use. it was fairly easy to accomplish since the both of you were already wet, so no lube was needed.

“why’d you do ah! that o-out of now-whereee?

he was trying to keep his voice stable but he failed to do so.

“i’m… ngh.. t--too sensitive—”

his breath hitched, words stumbling as his grip tightened slightly. you were now moving up and down, bouncing on his cock that was rubbing your walls. it felt good. you haven’t felt anything like this for a long time. light gasps also fell from your lips as you bounced on him. you weren’t giving him attention, too focused on what you were doing.

he tried to resist.

he tried to fight back.

but all failed since his body was also succumbing to his need.

he protested that he wasn’t ready, but his body says otherwise. the words that left his mouth were far from what his body was doing. his breathing became uneven, every inhale trembling as he battled himself. his hands was pressed weakly against you at first, but instead of pushing you away, they lingered, searching for something.

every bounce earned you a ragged moan.

his body finally betrayed him. he leaned closer, trying to find warmth he swore he didn’t want.?

“d-don’t…”

he murmured weakly. the word was fragile, already on the verge of breaking. yet instead of pulling away, he gave in—arms slipping around your body to hold you close to him. his forehead pressed lightly against your shoulder, hiding the flush spreading across his face.

the slick noises deafened his moans even though it was loud. you were fully immersed in what you were feeling now. maybe too gone.

“m-mommy! pay a--attention..”

he removed his resting head from your shoulder. he stared at you, eyes sparkling with that obvious love gleaming all throughout. it was empty yet still had a tiny spark in them.

“c-can i try being on top..? i don’t want to tire you ou--”

“do it.”

you cut him off, words slightly static since you were also trying to catch your breath. you mouthed the words again, reminding him. he stared at you, reluctantly nodding— unsure if he actually wanted to do it. either way, he still obeyed.

you removed yourself on top of him, the move resulting a shlick! sound to ring out due to his manhood detaching from yours. you leaned your back on the sofa and spread your legs apart, the heat still lingering between you. he then hovered above you, legs trembling slightly-- still hesitant whether to move or just stay frozen.

“i-i’m going to put it i-in now..”

the moment his hips brushed yours, your walls came in touch with his cock, the restraint in him faltered again. a broken moan slipped from his lips, pressing in further. his need was raw, obvious, and unpolished—like he couldn’t stop himself even if he wanted to.

he buried his face against your neck, trying to silence his the shaky whimpers that escaped with each movement. his body clung to yours desperately. each thrust was erratic, almost pleading. he gripped your hand, as if asking for reassurance that he is doing well.

“good— s-so hic goood...”

the skin slapping, the heat shared between both of your bodies was enough to turn everything into blur for him. his mind focused on making you feel good. but he could feel like he can’t hold back anymore. yes, it felt good, but it was too good. minutes only have passed but the feeling was already too much to bare.

his stomach was churning inside.

he had to let go.

“m--mommy, i think i can’t hold it.. in..”

the words left his mouth with a noticeable whine that came along. his thrust was still uneven, but still moving as if he’d die if he let go. but he had to.

“p--please, can i? can i cum? i w-wanna.. please. i want to..”

he begged as if he was doing so for scraps. he was so so close to the point that it hurts. his voice breaking under the weight of his own desperation. the pleasure so sharp, it hurt to hold back. his grip on you tightened, body shaking as if he’d fall apart if you said no.

when you finally gave him permission—he broke. a strangled moan escaped as his body finally spurs out sticky, white cum inside you. he had clung to you through it, again burying his face against your skin.

he slowly loosened his hold, just enough to look at you. his teary eyes were visibly heavy, lips trembling. he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, then tucked himself closer, arms wrapping around you again.

pairing: submissive yandere (your insert) × reader

content: yandere themes, portrayals of submission and obsession, drugging, stalking, fantasies, mentions of dacryphilia, spanking, and spitting.

note: PART 1. PART 3. PART 4. please read the first part before proceeding to read this one. (to have a better reading experience.) + a part 3 will be released soon! this short series will have a total of 3 different parts in total. read until the end and tell me what you think, heheh. enjoy reading!! hearts, comments and reblogs are all appreciated.

note again: the part 3 and 4 is out!

a sub yandere whose observations continued as time passed. days turned into weeks, and his fixation towards you became more unhealthy, more suffocating. the images of how he last saw you still kept flashing in his dreams. it’s as if you’re sending him a message of some sort, or so he thinks. he kept replaying the same scenes in his mind to the point it became a daily occurrence.

but something changed; it’s not about seeing you enjoying yourself anymore, but rather wanting to be the reason behind those actions. he yearned, thinking about all the ways he can be to become your source of arousal, your center of attention. hell— he’ll even become your play thing, your pet, your slave, anything you want. you don’t need to put work anymore because you have him.

you might not know it but from the moment he laid eyes on you, you already owned him. if you would just give him a chance, you can shape him into anything you want, everything you want. his visits at the park became more often, going there a lot earlier than you normally would. he’d sit in his usual spot and endlessly create portraits of you, but everything is different now; it has all become much more intense.

before, he would only put effort into making tiny paper dolls, but now he’d draw you in poses wherein you’re having your way with him. poses where you were fucking him on a bed, making him cry while he’s getting spanked on all fours, and even one where you’re cupping his crying face and about to spit inside his mouth. with the help of his pen, he was satisfied that his imaginations became partially real.

that one evening came, blurred by his illusions, he finally decides to do something, the biggest and boldest step. a sigh left his lips, eyes darting towards the door of your house before walking to the tree and leaving all the things he had crafted the first day he saw you. the portraits that he drew, those tiny paper dolls with outfits and a small notebook containing all your information along with his dirty imaginations. he even added the explicit drawings you both where in; just any item that you were included in. he left all of them as a sign of offering, like he’s giving them to his god.

“oh, what do we have here?” he was startled due to a voice. he slowly looked towards the direction of the noise and saw— that it was you, standing not too far away from him. his heart was pounding, breath ragged as he stared at your form. shit, i’m screwed. what the fuck am i going to do? should i run? give an explanation? s—should i kneel and beg? his mind was racing with thoughts, not knowing what to do.

he was not expecting for this to happen, it was all supposed to go perfectly the way he planned it ! he would only come to visit your place, leave his precious belongings and walk away peacefully. “so, are you just gonna stand there? or are you gonna do something?” you said, looking at him with boredom as you clicked your tongue.

“i—i’m.. s—so sorry, fuck ! i never meant for this— for this to happen— and i—” he struggled to form a coherent sentence, words jumbled because of the nervousness he is feeling. “please- don’t be disgusted at me ! i—i’ll do anything, anything you want just please, please, i beg of you p—please, don’t call the police on m—!” his rambling was cut off as you suddenly rushed at him when he was distracted, aiming at his face with something that was hidden behind your back. it was a small folded handkerchief that you infused with chloroform, a substance that can knock out a person in just a few seconds.

“s—ssshhh, now you go and take a little rest...” you whispered to his ear, firmly pushing the piece of fabric to his face to make sure he fully loses consciousness. you already knew this was eventually going to happen, anyway. you knew that his desires will finally get him to commit an action he would probably regret and you were prepared with just the way to deal with it.

“i also knew you never meant for this to happen. it’s just really disappointing that you let me catch you that easily, yeah? i expected you to be better, you know.” you mumbled at his unconscious body, lips pursuing into a tiny mocking pout. he didn’t know what he got himself into. he was unaware, he never saw the signs. all the days you were at the park after he had noticed you, you also knew his presence all along.

you picked up all the things he had placed at the bottom of the tree, carefully stacking the notebook and sketchpad together with the plastic full of paper dolls. after walking inside your house and towards the living room, you placed all of them on top of the table before going back outside to pick him up. after struggling to carry him, you finally got into a position good enough to bring him inside easily. with all the doors locked and the boy laying down your sofa passed out, you finally settled down to catch your breath.

“now.. what should i do with you?”