#yandere insert

"Though I do not deserve the kindness, I ask you find it in your heart to forgive me someday. It's only temporary until you are able to keep your urges under wraps."

"There's no need for you to apologize, Sire. I understand."

"..."

"Please- Don't give me that look. It's for your safety, Beloved."

"Look?..."

Darling tilts their head as they ponder, lips wrinkling in discomfort as they struggle to wrestle their fingers between the gaps in the cage of their muzzle. With a sorrowful whine, they roll their tongue against the raw, swollen gums encasing their growing fangs to soothe the ache.

"...itchy....Ah- What look were you speaking of?"

♡ FEM reader

Thinking about gamer boyfriend who doesn’t know what he has before it’s gone…

You told him you were leaving, but it didn’t dawn on him that’s what you’d meant. He was deep in-game—he couldn't pay attention to your whining. He figured you went out to the store or something, but later, after midnight, he realized he was hungry, and you were nowhere. Not in the kitchen making dinner, not in his bed sleeping, and not in the bathroom either. 

Did you go home? He wonders, standing alone in the dark, empty silence—feeling a little put off at the sight of his room—how even in the dim light, it’s a clear fucking mess. You usually tidy up a bit for him, but you hadn’t this time—no, there’s old underwear and socks everywhere, shirts and hoodies too, empty cans and pizza boxes. It’s a bit gross, actually, he admits while scratching his neck. 

The drawer he’d dedicated to you in his dresser is open and empty. Did you take everything to get it cleaned? You are a bit of a neat freak—unlike him. Suppose that would be something you’d do. Weird of you not to take any of his laundry as well, though.

Oh, well. He shoots you a “gn bby” on his phone, then collapses on his bed and falls asleep—smiles a bit as he does so—it’s nice not having you here to tell him to undress and go shower first. Yeah, you can be such a nag sometimes.

He wakes up late in the day. You’re not there. Usually, you come over to wake him with some breakfast. He checks his phone—you didn’t reply last night. It isn't that weird—you were probably already asleep at that point. But why didn’t you answer when you woke up? There’s no way you’re still asleep, right? 

Fuck, he’s hungry.

“gm,” he sends—contemplates asking you what’s up but doesn’t. You must be busy with something not to have checked your phone yet.

The entire day goes by, and you still don’t answer. He doesn’t take it too hard. But he won’t deny being a bit miffed.

It’s when three days go by that he’s well and truly confused. He’s sent you several texts at this point, even called you a few times, getting a little worried something had happened to you before he got the message that he’d been blocked. 

What the fuck’s going on with you?

Thinking about men who turn yandere the moment you get pregnant.

Because in their eyes, you’ve given them the greatest gift, you’ve just tied yourself to them forever. They suppose it's only natural, then, for the doors to stop unlocking. For the keys suddenly to vanish and be locked away. For the windows to stick tight in their frames with locks you can't reach. For the house to slowly become less a home and more a nursery they’ll never let you leave.

At first, there's this feeling of excitement within your lover. Their hand never leaves your stomach, even before you’re showing, rubbing circles there as if coaxing life awake. Their lips brush your shoulder every night before bed with whispered thank yous as they hold you close, with promises that you’ll never have to lift a finger again. But then you notice how the door knobs won’t turn. How your key doesn’t fit anymore. How they murmur “shh, don’t worry about that, darling” while guiding you back to the couch, stroking your hair until you forget what you were trying to ask.

And as your belly swells, so does their obsession. Their touch suddenly becomes even more overbearing all of a sudden, a leash disguised as tenderness. Their heavy palm pressed into the small of your back to steady you. Fingers curling around your wrist whenever you stand too quickly. An arm banded around your waist when you try to shuffle down the hallway on your own. They don’t just hover - they attach themselves, bodies brushing, eyes glued to every move you make.

The house changes with you. Sharp corners are padded over, rugs laid thick on the floors. Your clothes, your real ones, suddenly vanish, replaced with soft cotton pajamas that make you look less like yourself and more like someone’s porcelain doll. Meals appear on trays you’re not allowed to carry, and when your hands tremble, they lift the spoon to your lips themselves. And when you beg and plead for space, when you cry that you’re trapped, they press pills into your hands, kiss the tears off your cheeks, and hush you with lullabies until your eyelids grow heavy.

By the time you’re swollen, waddling, your body slow and aching, they’re almost delirious and lovesick. Their hands never leave your skin. They kneel to kiss your stomach constantly with soft murmurs to the baby inside and to you, that you're going to be a wonderful mother. Every wince, every contraction, makes them beam with giddy pride - teary-eyed and trembling with joy.

And when the first pangs of labor seize you, when you cry out in fear, they hold you tighter, voice thick with love as they whisper against your ear:

“It’s time. Go on push. You don’t really have a choice anymore, darling.”

Tags: x reader, yandere, dub-con, smut, bullying, bully x victim dynamics, penetration, fingering, p in v, virgin reader, public sex, humiliation, dead dove do not eat

Trapped… oh god, you were trapped. You felt so utterly stupid letting him herd you to such a place. The football team’s locker room had as much tact as you expected. Boxers and other articles of clothing were strewn about, and the unmistakable stench of man sweat and BO. But that wasn’t all you were worried about. They would be back any minute with their practice finished.

It was embarrassing enough wandering in. But to be found spread out naked on the bench with the quarterback on top of you? That was a real scandal.

Of course, he was enjoying every second of it. Licking his lips like a damned predator as he watches you shrink under him, clothes ripped off and all. Even if you could theoretically get away, your clothes are less than useless now, adding another layer to the seemingly never-ending humiliation.

He lazily tugs off your panties with one hand, while the other holds you in your vulnerable position. You whine low and pathetic, afraid that if you were to make too much noise, others would hear.

There’s no sense of urgency as he cups your sex, shamelessly grinding it into his palm. You stiffen, swallowing any meek sounds you want to make. It’s clear he doesn’t have the same fear that you do. He relishes the attention. The act of marking you, staking his claim while arguably the most influential figures of your school witness it. He’s hard just thinking about it.

Tears prick your eyes as he unceremoniously jams three of his thick fingers into your pretty cunt. You couldn't believe that your first time would be with him. You were pretty sure he was supposed to use lube, with how much it burned.

You make another pitiful attempt to get away, but he curls his fingers, halting your movement. Your hands fly to cover your mouth as your back arches. He finds this hilarious. “What? Won’t let me hear those pretty sounds of yours?” He lowers his head to your ear, nipping playfully. “Afraid someone will hear?…”

You don’t dignify his teasing with a response. His movements are less about your pleasure and more so exploration. He brunt forces his way through your walls, exploring every point of your intimacy, like it was his to chart. He’s slow, lazy even, but that only makes the pleasure in your core build. You’re almost at your edge with another sharp curl of his fingers. Your legs twitch as you continue to desperately clamp your hands over your mouth. You’re so incredibly grateful that he decides to pull out.

Again, he laughs at your struggle; this time it reverberates throughout the locker room. You had half the mind to cover his own mouth if you weren’t so preoccupied with pulling yourself together. “C-can I please go now?” You practically beg, shifting yourself up. “Oh, you think we’re done?” He gives you a shit-eating grin as he leisurely takes his shorts off. “You haven’t even seen your big surprise.”

You gawk at the erratic cock that eagerly bounces from his boxers. You’ve seen cocks on the internet, but that could have never prepared you for reality. It’s completely massive, and the straight girth is insane. You immediately shut your legs, but he pries them open just as easily.

“W-wait- that won’t fit in me.” He glances down at his member, then slowly back at you, smirking. “It will; your body will accommodate me.” You want to argue. Want to leave nude and all with your virginity intact. But he grabs your shoulders and thrusts into you.

You fight the urge to scream as breaches vulva. It burns like hell, and all you can feel is him as he conquers your tight hole. He moans carelessly, relishing how much you squeeze him.

Your practically bawling as he reached your cervix. Hot tears stream down your already blazing cheeks as your mind goes completely blank. He hooks his arms under your legs and pounds into you mercilessly. Each thrust sending you into a new high.

Panic claws at the back of your consciousness as louder and louder moans are ripped from you. But all your caution is swept away in the tsunami of your pleasure.

“Fuck- t-this is what you deserve- treated like the slut you are.” He begins to thrust faster. “Y-you thought you could ignore me- thought you could pay attention to anyone but me-“

You would have slapped him if you weren’t so preoccupied trying to keep together. But with one final thrust, you both come undone, untangling the knot that gathered when he first entered you. You fall back, gasping for air, savoring the end.

Fuck, he’s still inside of you. You attempt to push him off, but he just burrows deeper into you again. Lazily, he presses his forehead against yours. “You’re going to be mine forever.”

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .

nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader

masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .

Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 

Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.

Thinking about a gooner! reader.

you'd never outright call yourself that of course, you respect yourself enough not to stoop that low, but it's true that of all the lesser habits in this world, masturbation is your favorite.

as soon as you get home from work every day you make a beeline for your bedroom. no saying hi to your roommates, no tending to your rumbling stomach, you go straight upstairs to kick your pants off. It's like you have a pavlovian response as soon as you lay down in your sheets. your clit starts throbbing, your face gets flushed and your fingers start moving on their own, opening twitter on your phone with a sequence of well rehearsed taps.

you don't need to waste your time looking around for material. You have a favorite page.

you stumbled across it a few months ago while you were scrolling through your timeline, searching for something specific that could satiate your needs. you're very picky about what porn you consume, you don't like it when the guy is gentle, but they also can't be so rough that you feel like you're watching something bordering on illegal. the guy can't be too thin or thick, facial hair can't be too long, and they cannot be wearing a dumb ski mask to hide their identity (it really takes you out of it). and of course you have a handful of specific, somewhat niche kinks you need to cater too, lest you be forced to search for hentai to fill the gap.

you'd find stuff you liked here and there, but you'd always have to scroll for a good while before you could find something that interested you again. It was annoying. it was really a stroke of pure luck when you found his account.

a small-ish porn blog, the kind that posts homemade porn clips and kinky anecdotes daily. his bio even read 'gooner girls are my favorite <3'. it was like he was specifically curating his blog for you. the account creator might have been your clone, because you shared the same taste in everything. pornstars, kinks, even the mood of the videos he shared were all perfect, and there was something new for you to rub too everyday, because he was practically militant with his upload schedule.

you'd leave a comment every now and then on his posts. something short and simple like "oooh my god my clit is tjobbing <333" because when you have one hand fingers deep in your dripping cunt it's hard to type. But your interactions never went any further than that.

thats why you were so surprised when he followed you.

you assumed it was just because he noticed you commenting a bunch. that was normal enough. He'd occasionally like a tweet of yours - usually a faceless, half naked selfie with a caption detailing your more vulgar fantasies. but that was the extent of it.

at least, until it wasn't.

you started to notice that the videos he posted were becoming more specific. the men varied, as they usually did, but the girls all started to resemble each other. the same build, same eyes, same hair. every single video for weeks on end, all of the girls looked the same.

all of the girls looked like you.

you ignored it, because the chance of some random dude posting porn of your doppelgangers on purpose was ridiculous. you'd never even spoken to the dude. he barely knew you existed.

but then he started tweeting out cryptic shit. it wasn't uncommon for him to make text posts, but usually they'd say something like 'girls who cum when you call them a slut>>>>" not "you look so pretty in your yellow sundress <3"

"it's just a coincidence" you mumble to yourself as you throw the sundress you were wearing in the garbage.

days go by and you notice that the porn gets more hardcore. what was once videos of girls being eaten out by old men turns into women hogtied as men in bandanas fuck them hard and fast, topped off with a captions like "me n her <3" or "you're so pretty when you're scared baby."

you like cnc stuff as much as the next freak, but this somehow feels too far.

the tweets keep coming, each a little more eerie then the last. you really want to believe it's all a coincidence, but it's hard when he's described what panties you've worn each day of the week down to the type of lace in his tweets. you have trouble sleeping now, can't help from glancing out your window or shooting up at every sound.

But you must be going crazy.

On the one year anniversary of you following him, you realize you aren't.

you open up to his profile like usual, though admittedly with less excitement then you used too. now it just seems like a habit, or maybe a precaution, a means of tracking what he's doing. the video today isn't like what he usually posts. for one, it isn't in color. it's black and white, somewhat grainy too. definitely not one of the home videos shot on iphone that he usually posts. a girl (a doppelgänger, as per usual) in bed fingers her self on your screen. that’s fine. normal. whatever. you snake your hand down to your cunt without thinking too much.

but the more you look at her, you feel your pulse quicken.

she really looks like you.

theres a tattoo on her arm in the same place you have yours, her toenails are painted the same shade, she's holding her legs open the same way you do when you masturbate, rubbing her clit in the same patterns. when a moan bubbles from her mouth, you hear your own voice.

when you notice your childhood stuffed animal in the corner of the frame, you run into the bathroom and throw up.

the caption of the post reads 'see you soon, cutie <3'.

You block him immediately. delete twitter altogether, throw your phone in your dresser drawer and slam it shut. you search your room top to bottom, tear it apart until it looks like a bull ran through it, but you can't find any cameras. There was no shot of you being able to sleep to begin with, but the only way you feel safe enough being alone is sitting huddled in your closet clutching a kitchen knife.

You must have dozed off at some point, because when your eyes flutter open you aren't in your closet. you aren't even in your apartment.

you're in the lap of a stranger writhing against the little pink bullet vibe he holds to your clit as he ruts his hard cock against your ass.

and before you can cry, or scream or do anything more than stare in pure terror, your stalker smiles at you and points an iphone in your face.

"oh baby, ive been waiting so long for this. my followers are gonna love you."

WARNINGS: stalking, obsessiveness, breaking and entering, nsfw, masochist yandere, overstimulation, thigh riding, bondage, male masturbation, unhealthy behavior, average yandere tendencies, male yandere oc (he’s very pathetic and perverted, it’s giving “step on me” energy.) gender neutral reader

A/N: heyyyyy guess who isn’t dead.. i literally open tumblr every 3 minutes i just haven’t been posting. but i’m hereeeee lol. here’s a random yandere oc post, sorry it’s not mortal kombat. (tbh i have faded away from my mk obsession and now i am obsessed with until dawn, the quarry, tlou, and rdr.)

part two here!

superfan! yandere boy that buys all of your merchandise and streams your music on loop 24/7. even while he sleeps.

superfan! yandere boy that commissions artists to draw you and him together in different styles. some of them may depict him on a cute date with you, and some are more explicit and depict you stepping on him or choking him.

superfan! yandere boy that sneaks into your concerts if he didn’t manage to buy a ticket. no matter how strong your security is, he will always manage to find a way in and pretend he's just a regular fan.

superfan! yandere boy that will even sneak onto your house and film you through your window for hours, and then he would go home and touch himself to the footage of you.

superfan! yandere boy that wants to buy meet-and-greet tickets to see you, and be able to feel your presence up close and be able to speak to you personally. but as much as he craves your attention, he knows he wouldn't be able to handle it and would crumble immediately the second you look him in the eyes.

superfan! yandere boy that pays people to stalk you and take pictures of you when he can't do it himself. especially ones when you have a wardrobe malfunction.

superfan! yandere boy that goes to sleep every night fantasizing and dreaming of you. his particular favorite wet dream is of you letting him ride your thigh, grinding against your skin as a desperate attempt to feel any friction on his cock. your hands would roam around his body as he relishes in your attention, no matter where you touch him. any small nudge or brush against his skin would set his heart on fire and oh no where'd his pants go-

superfan! yandere boy that thinks you could do no wrong. you said something offensive and got yourself cancelled? he is your number one defender and would be threatening your naysayers on the internet. he would even go as far as to learn to hack just so he could delete their accounts.

If you wanna know more about the levels, check out this post :)

Danger level: ★ ★ ★ ★ ☆

Submissive level: ♥︎ ♥︎ ♡ ♡ ♡

Yandere!Ceo who does not care about his employees

Yandere!Ceo who is strict and cold, anyone not keeping up will be cut off

Yandere!Ceo who brings you to the verge of insanity

Yandere!Ceo who finally makes you snap

Yandere!Ceo who has a chill running down his spine when you pin him against his office's floor

Yandere!Ceo who's pulse is going erratic against the tip of the pen you pressed against his neck

Yandere!Ceo who's face start feeling hot, who is completely captivated by you on top of him

Yandere!Ceo who grabs your wrist and makes you push the pen harder against his neck, a whimper threatening to come out

Yandere!Ceo who promotes you to be his personal secretary