#male yandere x gn reader

[obsessivevoidkitten]

Releasing The Noctwind Brothers

Yandere Twin Vampire Brothers x Gender Neutral Human Turned Vampire Reader CW: Incest between the vampire brothers, mildly dubious consent, intoxication, reader initiated sex, threesome, spit as lube, cum as lube, biting, blood sucking, forced to drink blood, forced to turn into a vampire, bullying, bully gets killed, beating, reader has temporarily broken bones, temporary injury, overprotective yanderes, general yandere behavior, twin yanderes, surprisingly whole ending, surprisingly happy ending Word Count: 3.3k (I know this kind of fic isn't for everyone between the violence the bully receives and the incest, but I hope a lot of people like it anyway. I worked very hard. Also yes, this is a repost because the original had an accidentally gendered pronoun. I apologize if anyone read that and experienced dysphoria.)

You had made a mistake. One that would, soon enough, prove to be a fatal one. Not just for you.

In your haste to start a task you had as one of the town’s carpenters you had turned a corner and ran right into the town brute himself, Jorry. Running into him, at any time, could result in a punch from his large meaty fists, but he had been carrying eggs freshly laid from his hens. This resulted in egg yolk covering an outraged Jorry.

Jorry had bullied you for as long as you could remember, he and his friends pummeling you whenever you happened upon them while he was in a bad mood. Or in any mood really. He just really liked using you as a punching bag. Most people left such behavior in childhood, but not Jorry.

You wasted no time at all in fleeing upon seeing who you had ran into. You weren’t quite in the mood to be nursing a broken nose that day. Luckily he had to wipe egg goop out of his eyes and that gave you some crucial extra seconds to make yourself scarce.

Despite making it a good way out of your village, the angered Jorry pursued you. He was nothing if not persistent. You hesitated a bit, but decided your only hope was to flee into the cave that everyone in all the nearby villages were terrified of. No one could remember the truth of the matter, but it had long been forbidden to enter. Many superstitious folks wouldn’t even travel within viewing distance of it.

You did not put much faith in superstition though, and no matter what was in there it couldn’t be worse than how badly Jorry would beat you if he caught up to you. If you had just taken your punishment in town someone would have happened by or heard your screams and he wouldn’t have been able to do nearly as much as he would all the way out here.

Again, a truly fatal miscalculation. You damn fool.

Hoping that you were safe in the cave you crouched in the shadows. But, while absurdly violent, your pursuer was not particularly dimwitted. He pretty quickly surmised that the cave was the logical place for you to have gone. You heard him scream and call for you in the distance.

The only chance to avoid the beating of your lifetime was to retreat farther into the cave. You crept back as silently as humanly possibly. When you went as far back as you could you came across an old metal door, carved into the rock surrounding it were twisting serpents. An ancient rune of unknown meaning was etched into the door itself.

Staring at it filled you with dread and you were possessed with the all consuming urge to flee the way you had come, but it was forgotten as if it was never there when you heard Jorry again, this time near the entrance of the cave. If he entered it now he would be able to see you. Light still made it this far.

With the subtle magic of the rune no longer working on you, you slowly opened the metal door and entered into what looked like an underground mausoleum. An underground tomb long forgotten by the histories of man.

You found yourself between two large rectangles of stone. A chill ran up your spine when you realized they were sarcophagi. Evidently the final resting place for two souls left to the dark and dust of this cave. They were plain and unadorned, other than some words on the top. You leaned over and tried to make out the inscription on one when you suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of stone grating against stone.

The sarcophagus opposite of you moved before the one in front of you did. You tripped backwards in fright as the lids were pushed aside and two pale emaciated corpses pulled themselves up and faced your direction. You couldn’t quite tell in the dark but it seemed like their eyes were completely black, creating a chilling contrast with their pale skin.

The thin pale figures slowly began to pull themselves out of their not so final resting places as you got over your initial shock, got up, and got the fuck out of there. You sprinted past the metal door and back into the front of the cave.

You were so engrossed with the current task of running away from the corpses of the damned risen to do any manner of unholy things to those still living that you did not see Jorry as he entered the cave. For the second time that day you careened right into him, knocking you both out of the cavern and on to the dirt outside.

Jorry growled and grabbed your leg, pulling you over to him.

“You ran like a bitch, finally decide it’s better to face your punishment?”

“No, no, no, you don’t understan-”

He pinned you and began wailing away at your smaller body with his mighty fists. Blow after blow. Your nose was surely broken. Then he got up and started stomping on you with his powerful foot. Now some ribs were certainly broken too.

Suddenly you heard Jorry yelp and the beating stopped. Your face was swollen and bloodied, your mind consumed by the pain of broken bones. You couldn’t tell what was going on. Jorry was screaming, blubbering like a girl. The dearly departed had been slowed due to their time without feeding, but with Jorry distracted by his treatment of you he was easy enough prey.

The thin pale figures had him down on the ground, pinning him with less effort than he had pinned you. They bit into his body, ravenously drinking his blood. Not enough to kill him, but enough to reinvigorate themselves and make him weak and helpless. Barely able to move.

You had managed to wipe the blood from your face and saw what was transpiring. You tried your best to drag yourself through the dirt and put distance between yourself and them, but you only managed to get about a foot away before they finally noticed you.

“Alaric look! The one who saved us… they need tending to.”

The vampire evidently named Alaric joined his companion in looking over you. As injured as you were, you struggled to plea for mercy.

“Shhh, shhh. We aren’t going to hurt you. We’d never hurt our savior.”

“I’m Anthelm Noctwind and this is my twin brother Alaric Noctwind. We're going to help.”

Anhelm positioned himself so that your head was propped up in his lap. He bit at his wrist until blood was flowing.

“Here. Drink.”

You weren't sure what lore was true and what was merely myth, but you were fairly positive that it was universally agreed upon that turning into a vampire required the consumption of one’s blood. You struggled to turn away but you were powerless to do so. Alaric held your mouth open as Anthelm held his bleeding wrist above it.

Blood dripped in and you gagged as you were forced to swallow. It tasted the same as any blood, though perhaps a little sweeter. Shortly after you consumed it you lost consciousness. Both due to the blood itself and your rather severe injuries.

They took you and Jorry back into the cave. It would take the rest of the day and a lot of the night for you to turn and heal. Alaric carried you with the utmost care and consideration for your wounds while just picking up Jorry and tossing him in unceremoniously, causing him to cry out in pain as he hit the hard rocky floor.

“I’d kill you now and decorate this place with your entrails, but we need you for something, so just keep quiet.”

Between Jorry’s incessant pleas to be freed and his attempt to run out of the cavern while they were both busy watching you resulted in his clothes being torn from him and ripped into strips that were used to bind and gag him.

Alaric, the cruelest of the brothers, watched in amusement as their hog tied victim cried and shook in fear. The hulking peasant experiencing the fear of death for the first time. The amused vampire went over to him and pet him like he was a pet, in mock sympathy.

“Don’t worry~,” Alaric cooed, “You’ll be out of your misery soon enough.”

That prompted renewed struggles from the naked man. Alaric only laughed in a maniacal fashion as he returned to your side. They had removed their coats, still pristine as the day they had been sealed away, and used them as bedding for you.

They patiently waited for hours, Alaric occasionally taunting poor Jorry, until you finally stirred. The swelling had gone, your bones had mended, and they had licked up the blood that had covered your face. The only evidence that you had ever suffered at all were the bloodstains on your clothing.

It was well past midnight, the twins had lit a fire to keep you and themselves warm. You could see them clearly now that your face was healed. They both looked exactly alike, down to the same outfits. High class, but outdated, attire. They had pale grey eyes that observed your every movement, completely different from the black voids you thought you had seen earlier. Flawless pale skin with delicate, feminine, features. Their long straight hair accentuated their looks perfectly. They could certainly pass as women if they wore the right attire. Maybe they lured in victims that way.

You were confused and more than a bit groggy, but you managed to piece together all the events that had transpired before your rest. You jumped up and made for the door but they were quicker than anything, human or animal, that you had ever encountered. One got behind you with his hand on your shoulders and the other stood in front with his hand on your cheek.

“Don’t be afraid, dove. We aren’t going to hurt you.”

You whimpered as they each took one of your hands and guided you over to Jorry.

“You consumed vampiric blood, right now it has transformed you. Temporarily.”

“Yes, to make it stick you’ll now need to kill.”

“Technically it doesn’t need to be human, any mammal will do, but since we have this lovely volunteer we figured we shouldn’t waste it. ”

“Don’t really want him talking about us. Don’t really want him to live after hurting our dove. And, well, it spares some rodent that is more deserving of life.”

You shuffled nervously.

“I… don’t want to be a… vampire…”

You looked down at your feet, trying to avoid eye contact with them or Jorry who looked up at you with tears streaking his face.

“Sorry, but we aren’t really giving you a choice.”

“We didn’t mean to make it seem that way, please forgive us.”

“You saved us, you had enough magical power to open the door and ignore the rune. You will be a strong vampire, and we can tell a lot more about you by your scent.”

“Smell things like personality, even some thoughts. We know you will be perfect for us.”

“Uh… can’t I just stay with you and remain human?”

“No.” They both said in unison.

“Humans age and die.”

“Humans have betrayed us too. That’s how we ended up here. You broke the seal so we have to show our gratitude.”

You kept staring at your feet until you worked up the courage to ask the question you were afraid to hear the answer to.

“What if I refuse?”

Anthelm smiled and Alaric laughed as if it was a funny joke. Not that you could tell them apart yet.

“Not a choice sweetie, remember?”

“If you don’t do it willingly then I block the tomb entrance so you can’t go deeper.”

“And I guard the cave exit so you can’t leave. Then we leave you alone with your friend. Your hunger will grow. You’ll crave blood. Your senses will be unbearable.”

“You’ll hear his heartbeat, he will smell delicious, then you’ll drain him dry.”

“In more normal circumstances he could survive that, and the blood consumption without a death only prolongs the transitional period, it wouldn’t make you a true vampire. Go long enough without blood, have someone tie you up for a few days, and you’d turn fully human.”

“But he is weak and beaten. He won’t survive.”

You looked at them and stated boldly that you’d resist.

“You are more than welcome to try.”

They each took their agreed upon spots to guard against you fleeing. True to their word you did steadily become more and more hungry. Thirsty for blood. Your senses became acutely aware of the food that had been tied up for you. You tried to resist. Your body shook with the effort. You had a splitting headache and panted heavily. Jorry smelled so good, and the beat of his heart beckoned you towards him. Though you resisted longer than most, the outcome was inevitable.

You descended upon him, he squealed as much as he could with his gag as you bit into his neck and sucked him dry. His futile struggles getting more feeble by the second until they stopped entirely.

Alaric and Anthelm were behind you watching with wicked smiles.

When you finished your meal of Jorry you looked on in horror. But only briefly. You had over consumed and the effects were as powerful as they were swift. You were a bit dizzy and felt as though you were light as air.

“With his death you’ll be with us forever!”

You tried to get up but stumbled and nearly fell. One of the twins caught you. You smiled and nuzzled into his neck. There was a cute man holding you, why had you been so horrified earlier? You shrugged it off, if you couldn’t remember then it probably wasn’t too terribly important.

“Careful, dove. The first times on human blood and drinking to the point of death can be intense.”

“And we definitely let you drink too much.”

You giggled and stroked Anthelm’s soft black hair, not at all paying attention to his words.

“You’re prettier than any girl I’ve ever seen.”

He blushed and Alaric cackled at the spectacle. Until you kissed Anthelm deeply. Then Alaric looked a bit jealous.

You grinded your crotch against Anthelm and giggled at the face he made.

“Everything feels so… intense.”

“Ddon’t you want to go somewhere a bit more... comfy?

“Or romantic? We could find a town. An inn.” Added Alaric.

You ignored him, proceeded to unbutton his shirt and then rubbed your hands over his lean abs. He started returning the treatment, Alaric came over and helped him undress you. It didn’t take long for all three of you to be nude. They used the clothes to make an impromptu bed. Anthelm laid down, his erect cock on full display.

He pulled you on top of him, kissing and nipping at your neck while Alaric was behind the two of you. He pressed two spit-lubed fingers into both you and his brother. Both of you writhed in pleasure, but it simply wasn’t enough.

Alaric didn’t need to stretch either of you out, vampires wouldn’t be pained by something like a cock shoving its way in, but it would feel better with more moisture. He withdrew his fingers, making you pout, and lubed up his cock with saliva before sucking on his brothers for a moment to get it wet.

Then he guided his brother's dick into you before sliding his own cock into his brother. You pressed back against it, trying to get the girthy member as deep into you as possible. Anthelm humped into you slowly, timing his thrusts with your bounces.

Alaric gasped as his cock was gripped by his brother’s tight inviting insides, he gripped Anthelm’s legs for leverage as he drove himself deeper. Anthelm, in the middle of all the action, could barely think. Simultaneously making love to you while being bred by his twin had him drooling.

“Always so tight…”

“Alaric, h-harder.”

His sibling obliged him.

You were in a worse state than Anthelm. You were new to being a vampire and the blood drunkenness combined with your recent kill made every sensation indescribable. More so when the sensations were that of a vampire at your neck and a cock humping into you while you weakly continued to bounce on it.

Anthelm’s entire body shook as he came in you, shoving his cock far into depths before unloading his seed. He took a few moments to catch his breath, an orgasm evidently enough to tire a vampire. If only for a moment. He stayed hard and began fucking into you again.

“I think you were made for us, angel.”

The stimulation was just too much for you and you screamed as you had the most intense orgasm of your entire life. Your body relaxed as you lay on Anthelm, no longer bouncing on his cock but content to let him keep using you as long as he saw fit as you nuzzled into his chest.

Alaric gripped his brother’s legs tightly as he finally slammed in hard and filled him like he had filled you. Without missing a beat he slid out of his brother, covered his cock in the cum that pooled out of him, and slid it right into you. Both of there cocks now covered in a slimy mix of both of their loads, using it as lube as they thrust into you in tandem. You whimpered at the sheer immensity of the pleasure that was filling you.

The three of you spent the rest of the entire night, and a good chunk of the morning, engaged in a rapturous sea of sex. Eventually you all fell asleep on top of them. Given their recent centuries long slumber they stayed awake and idly toyed with your hair or caressing you as you slept soundly.

They whispered to themselves about what the plan from there was.

“There’s a stream outside we can clean ourselves off in.”

“Yeah, I can smell it. After that head to a town?”

“A large one where we can blend in. Feed on livestock outside the walls. Maybe rats too if necessary. Always rats in large towns.”

“What about humans? Always rapists and thugs in cities that need to be taken care of.”

Alaric looked at Anthelm hopefully.

“True. True,” Anthelm relented, “I suppose it won’t hurt to remove a few bad ones. On occasion.”

Alaric broke into a large grin.

“Yes! I love how our new partner gets when they are drunk on human life.”

You stirred a bit in your sleep though you didn’t wake, drool under your cheek and on Alaric’s bare chest.

“Quiet, they need their rest…”

“Sorry,” Alaric murmured sheepishly.

They continued chatting about the future until you woke up. With a clearer head you were once more traumatized by what you had done, but they calmed you down and explained how he deserved it and that you were not a monster. They would guide you in your new life.

They were eager to leave behind the cave that had held them prisoner for so long. Bidding the cave farewell with a piss on Jorry’s soon to be rotting corpse, the closest thing he would get to a burial, the brothers departed with you.

You made a life for yourselves in one of the larger cities. Anytime someone tried to hurt you they went missing quite fast. It would be many years still before you had the degree of strength and power that the twins possessed. And even once you did they’d always remain overprotective.

You quickly came to accept and love your new existence with them. Anthelm took up your trade with you while Alaric became a prominent cook and eventually owner of his own restaurant. Apparently the hypersensitivity of vampiric taste buds helped him make delicacies. There was always a need for carpentry and fancy food, so you never had any money troubles, (un)life was good. And you had an eternity to spend it with them.

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[compact-turtle]

I'll listen to you next time. Okay? ~

Concept: Yandere Space Explorer x Gn Reader: Spicy Edition

Summary: Orion ignores your pleas to stay home and decides to follow you into the jungle.

TW: NS//FW, finger/ing, dub-con?, biting, general yandere stuff, riding, just being horny yk

Word count: 1.4k

Note: I'm like a thousand followers late but here's the first part of the thousand (now 2 thousand?!?!) follower celebration I promised!! I plan on breaking it up into 3 different posts for each character. First will be Orion, then Ivar and Atticus last!

Entry Date XX-XX-XXX Y/n has begun hoarding large amounts of food lately. No preference for food in the pile with the exception of Aishi flowers. Behavior lately has been erratic. Body language suggests uneasiness and anxiety. They’ve instructed me to stay in the hut for a few days while they leave on a journey. They brought all the Aishi flowers with them along with half the food pile. In order to understand their behavior, I am choosing to ignore their request and will follow them. I have- 

"Oh fuck” Orion whispered as he finally noticed how lifeless the jungle had suddenly become. 

He was utterly absorbed in finishing his journal entry, neglecting to watch his surroundings despite your repeated warnings. Orion couldn't determine how long the forest had been silent. 

He quietly packed up his items, his heart pounding and his breath quickening.

It's fine. You were pretty close. You were just a few hundred feet inside a nearby cave that he'd tracked you down to. 

 Keep calm. Orion reminded himself multiple times as his feet picked up the pace. His eyes caught a glimpse of something purple stalking him. 

No more calm. 

Orion booked it. He clutched his satchel tightly while weaving through the jungle. Roots nearly tripped him. The jungle began to blur into a confusing tapestry of blue, green, and every other color. 

Suddenly, he was pinned to the ground. Its sharp teeth flashed, and a disgusting smell wafted into his nose. 

"GET OFF ME" Orion yelled as he attempted to kick the beast off him. 

The kick did very little to harm it. At most, he probably annoyed the creature. The beast growled and opened its mouth wider. 

Something pushed the giant beast off him just as it was about to take a bite. The beast staggered back in shock. A large howl escaped the beast.

You jumped on top of it with a blade in your head. You quickly shoved your blade into the side of the beast. Cries of pain echoed from it as he watched you take the knife out of its neck. It shook you off its back, and you fell onto the ground. Quickly, it ran into the jungle. 

"WHY YOU HERE? SUPPOSED TO STAY HOME!" You screamed at him. Your body was sluggish as it dragged itself off the ground.

"I wanted to make sure you were doing okay! You've been acting so weird lately and-." 

"Go home. Now." 

Without looking back, you slowly walked into a nearby cave. Orion tip-toed behind you into the cave, trying not to upset you any further. A makeshift leaf curtain door covered the entrance. The cave was small and had a dead end. A pile of aishi flowers was littered around with a musk smell.

You immediately collapsed onto the flower when you walked in. Your body giving up as it pushed itself past the limit. Orion rushed over to you. At first, he assumed you were injured in the fight with the predator.

His eyes darted in surprise when he realized you were bare. He pulled you into his arms with your back facing him. Sweat dripped down your forehead as you buried yourself in his arms. It took Orion a few seconds to understand what was wrong with you. A small smile snaked itself way onto his lips. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. I didn't know it was your heat and mating season! You should've said something to me. I would've helped you. "Orion said sweetly as he traced his finger down your back. You gave a soft mew and shuddered underneath his touch. 

"Nooo. Give me flowers. I eat." You cried, trying to fight him. "I need it!"

Orion reached over and gently fed you a flower. Your body began to cool down, and your mews died down. The sensitivity is fading away. A look of soberness slowly leaked into your eyes. 

Hm. No wonder you were collecting these so much. They were meant to suppress your heat. Still, you didn't need the flowers now that he was here to assist you. He snatched the flower from your hand. You whined as he took it away. 

Orion resumed teasing your body. His finger stopped at the base of your tail. He wrapped his fingers around it, following its length until the tip. He marveled at the flexibility of your tail as it wrapped around his arm in pleasure. The fur underneath his skin was soft like the blankets in your room. 

 When his fingers reached the end, he circled them around it and toyed with it. Tiny trembles reverberated through your body. You began to pant more. Drool slipped over the side of your mouth, and a flushed color began to paint your skin.

"Does it feel good? Am I a good boy helping you?" 

"Nooooo. Stop. No touch," You babble incoherently. 

"Hm? It doesn't feel good here. I'm so sorry. Let me try somewhere else." Orion apologized teasingly while he nibbled on your ear.  

His finger began to trail down lower from your tail. Gently, he pried your legs apart. He slowly slipped his finger inside you. You writhed when Orion pushed it in. Your tail curled up, and your eyes glazed over in pleasure. 

Your hole was wet as it ached for him. It wrapped around his finger as he pushed in and out of it. Wet slick coating the entire finger. The sensation of your hole was exhilarating with the pressure around it as he added another finger. As his fingers curved inside you, the feeling intensified around him. He shivered in bliss as your back arched, trying to make the fingers go in deeper. 

Your voice echoed through the cave. He listened as you mewed out small chirps and cries. He adjusted your head and began to suck on your tongue. Greedily, he relished the taste of your mouth. The taste of your mouth was so sweet, like honey. It brought him pure bliss, and he was almost ready to explode. 

His cock ached and was sore inside his pants. He began to grind on your back, desperate for release. He lapped at your tounge and it felt like he'd drank ambrosia from the gods. Every drop dripped from his mouth straight into his very essence. He couldn't take it anymore as he rubbed himself into your back.

Suddenly, you ripped your lips off of him. A throbbed headache resounded as you pushed him on the floor. His fingers leave your tight hole. 

He watched you get on top of him. You sat on top of him, and your tail pinned his hands to the ground. You tore off his pants. His cock managed to spring free. He moaned as you tried to sit down on him. Your body desperately tries to take his entire length. You shifted and shuffled in various directions, trying to make it fit. 

Finally, your walls managed to take him in. You slicked up his dick with your nectar and pushed it inside yourself deeper. He groaned at how tight you were inside. It almost felt suffocating. Still, he adored the way you devoured him, and was still ravenous for more.

"Can I finish inside you? Please, please, please, let me," Orion begged as you moved your hips, "You feel too good. I'll do whatever you want. Just let me finish in you." 

"No. Ri, not listen to me. Bad boy today." You said through gasps.

You leaned down and bit his neck as punishment for even asking that. Something in him broke. He knew it was too soon. You just put it inside, and he wanted to fill you up. 

He tried to listen and hold back. However, the image of you full of him pushed him over the edge. Your belly filled with him to the brim. Your sweet slick mixed with his salty seed. Your delicate skin is stained with his dirty white liquid. Afterward, you'd lift yourself up and spill the extra fluid your hole couldn't contain. 

A slight whine escaped your lips as Orion made his fantasy a reality. He painted your walls white and moaned as you took it all in. He couldn't help it. Listening to you call him a bad boy while riding him was too much. 

"I'm sorry for not listening to you today. Let's do it again, and I'll listen to you this time. Okay?" 

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[worukin]

╭୨୧︰ prince yandere x servant reader

・✦⇢ working as a butler was something you did willingly. after all, serving the royal family earned you lots of coin. and you were such a loyal servant that the prince couldn't help but want to snatch you up for himself.

︰꒰1・ ( warnings ) — slight possessive behaviour, yandere themes, clinginess, pet names, lots of affection, showing y/n off like a trophy.

︰꒰2・ ( notes ) — originally intended to make the yandere a vampire but i wasn't too sure. maybe in the near future? ahh idk. but i do have things planned. anyway, a little something for being absent as i work on bigger drafts! ( word count: insert wc )

( if you are uncomfy with this type of content, kindly block me instead. this was very fun to write hope you enjoy <3 )

After a long time of working in such a place, you found your way through the maze of hallways covered with odd decor.

Sometimes there would be paintings of people who were nude and it did fluster you quite a bit. Or a statue of an unknown person, maybe even some vases filled with flowers. All to tend to the taste of the Royal family.

Now, you've been here for such a long time now and grown used to The Prince's silly antics. Always asking you to do your chores around his wing. Not that you minded.

"Oh come on Y/n~ Don't you want to rest a bit?" He cooed, laying on his stomach as he watched you with glee. "I apologize your Highness, but doing so would be overstepping boundaries."

He huffed as you continued to dust his room. Wiping the windows, adjusting the curtains, moving the carpet. Oh how cute you were in his eyes. "I wouldn't mind, you are my favourite little servant after all "

Eyes shined with glee when you turned away to hide the fact you were flustered. Such high praise coming from the prince made you giddy. "Please your Highness, picking favourites isn't fair." You sighed.

"Oh darling but you love it!" He exclaimed, a pout forming on his lips. The prince always did enjoy spoiling you with his riches. You hummed— though it was true you reveled at the fact you were his favourite, you weren't happy with it giving you a bigger advantage than the others.

You stepped back from the vase of flowers, cleaning up the roots you cut off. "I'm glad you think highly of me, but this is quite unprofessional." The last thing you would want is being banished by Her Majesty for being with the Prince as a servant and not a noble.

"Is my affections for you not enough? Perhaps I need to be more open." The prince gave a close-eyed smile at the thought of bragging how he had such a catch, a loyal passionate servant like you doesn't come around often.

Your brow lifted. "Open? More open how?" A confused expression formed when all you got in response was a giggle. "My apologies your Highness, I didn't mean to speak so informally."

The prince scoffed. "Oh please, you are my favourite. If anything I'm glad you're relaxed around me to speak like that." Heart swelling just thinking about being informal with you— maybe he could just take you away for himself.

"Awe, wouldn't you enjoy being alone? Just the two of us and away from such a stuffy manor?" He dreamed of waking everyday beside you, instead of waking to the sound of another servant's knocking. You didn't answer.

The loud ring of a bell startled you, reminding you of your duties. "Oh! My apologies your Highness, but I must go now." Hurrying out of his room you uttered another sentence. "Thank you for having such fondness towards me."

He giggled, waving a hand around. "No worries my dear, see you at dinner~" the prince sighed as you left, hearts in the air and in his eyes. "Oh my love, you don't understand at all do you? No matter, I'll lay it to you soon enough."

Various thoughts of hooking his arm around your waist as you attended a ball— everyone in awe at such a pair. Untouchable you both would be, a barrier between you two and everyone else.

He'd leave feverish kisses on your skin to tease and to relish in such jealous stares. That's right, you're his.

ʚ ﹒ ﹕ ̟乀 all works belong to @worukin, do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. ty!

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[heytherelysia]

creep!yan x shy loner reader

in the name of messy format

male yan, gn reader, semi proofread, set in a school environment, stalking, threats of violence (not directed to reader), possessiveness, a hint of non consensual kissing.

creep!yan who has earned the reputation of being so eccentric, constantly giggling for no reason, his head always slightly ducked and his iconic hand fidgets. majority of the students understandably don't like him and would prefer not to be in the same place he's in. nobody knows why he is the way he is.

creep!yan who is okay with having no friends. he understands that the nature of his personality is... disturbing, but lately he's been lonely! he feels like he's ready to give his love to someone but the people in the school are sooo boring!

but then he finds you eating your lunch in an isolated bench. he's never heard about you, let alone even see you, but you have him intrigued, so he giddily walks up to you.

nobody has ever sat right next to you during lunch break, so for him to be so close to you is a surprise. having company is not a bother, but the way he just stares at you with a smile that practically reaches his ears without even muttering a word is very eery. "...can... i help you?..."

your words got a reaction out of him as he lets out a giggle that eventually turns to a maniacal laugh. what is wrong with him? it's a good thing that you chose such a deserted area to eat in, so many people could've seen and heard the two of you, but is it really a good thing?

he slams his hands on both sides of your thighs, snapping you out of your thoughts as his face is so close to you. you can almost see his eyes glisten.

"you're really fucking cute!"

"oh... uhm... thanks."

out of embarrassment, you turn your head to the side to avoid eye contact with him. you don't know that you're making him want you more.

"tell! tell! what's your name!?"

"..."

"... it's (name).."

"(name)... hehe, i like it! i like you!"

you didn't see it coming as he swiftly licks your cheek. he walks away giggling and gives you one last glance, it's that eery face again.

creep!yan who stalks you everyday from then on. he doesn't even hide it that he's stalking you. when you lock eyes while he's eyeing you by the corner of the wall, he just gives you a big smile.

he tries his best just to be in the same class as you (preferably sitting right next to you), even if he's not interested in such subjects. he will put his hands on top of yours, and if you flinch away, he'll just grab it and never let go.

in times that he is not stalking you or in the same place as you are, you'll receive sticky notes in your table. these notes would range from gentle reminders, such as the time when a lunchbox was on your desk with a note that says "i made you lunch cutie! hope you eat well <3". you didn't eat the lunch he worked hard on in fear that he might've poisoned it. if he had known you threw it in the trash, he would've had a tantrum.

and speaking of tantrums, he doesn't throw a fit often, he won't take a no from you and he takes what he wants. the only time you've seen him have a tantrum was when a fellow student approached you. they had the intent of befriending because they think you look very lonely and you were about to accept their offer until you heard footsteps with such vigor. you knew it was his, the amount of times you've heard him trail you behind tells you so. he grabs them by the collar and moves them away from you, "you get the fuck away from them or i'll tear you limbs off, they're mine." he spits with such venom, quite the opposite of how he talks to you. they frantically walk away while nodding but he had more to say. "tell anyone about this and i'll gut you like a fucking fish."

he shifts to to another facade by the time he looks at you. forcefully cupping your face, he apologizes for displaying such an aggressive behavior. he tells you that he was doing it for you, that he's doing you a favor because they were no good for you, nobody else was no good for you. "you understand... right?"

you don't give him a reply as you are frozen in fear. you can't even tell an authority figure about this. even with airtight proof, you've heard that he has the privilege of having dirty money provided to him by his family. it makes sense why he never takes a no from you or anyone else, he was spoiled rotten the very second he was born until now.

as a result of his delusions, he thinks that you two are dating despite your obvious protests. "you don't want me to kiss you? too bad, 'cause your lips are so kissable!" he runs up to you and walk with you to school as he grabs your arm, he urges that you two eat together, study together, and do everything together, just like couples do! maybe he'll take you to his home and introduce you to his family one day.

i've spent most of my energy to this and it still feels short AUGH 😿

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[bunny-yan]

Hacker!Yandere x GN!Reader x AI!Yandere

Honestly more of an idea than a full post~

Thanks @dumbass-blaze for commenting on my sleep post!

TW:peeping tom, pretty tame, no minors allowed

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It didn’t take long to gain access to all of your electronics. I mean, you weren’t the most creative with your passwords. You must’ve gotten lazy because you had more than one account with the exact same password, word for word. No periods of hyphens, they were identical. It felt like you wanted him to hack into every aspect of your life. 

He didn’t want to jump to conclusions but you were leaving yourself wide open. Did you want him to find you, scare you into looking over your shoulder for the mysterious stranger that could virtually ruin your life if they decided to post this your information on any malicious forum. If you had enough money you’d get your phone replaced thinking it’d solve your issue, but fortunately for him, it didn’t work that way.  

Or were you eager to have someone watching you? I mean it felt that way considering the way you’d prop your phone up to listen to music in the shower, giving him the perfect view of your body when you got out. 

He wasn’t dumb enough to tip you off that he was creeping through your cameras. It’d scare you at first, sure but you’d eventually realize that if someone was looking to gain access to your things, nothing would stop them. They’d be creeping assholes and you would continue to live your life a bit more guarded about the things you did online. 

That was boring. Idiotic even since it completely defeated the purpose of watching you.

He wanted you to feel safe, completely unaware of his existence as you lived your day to day life, happily and none the wiser about your secret admirer. 

He sent you an email pretending to be a friend who wanted you to view a funny video. It wasn’t very funny, but he had a good laugh when he got the notification that he’d essentially gained access to your computer, or more importantly, your computer’s camera. 

Eve managed to ingratiate itself on the virus, but he didn’t mind. His AI was curious about the person who he’d been obsessing over for the past month and he didn’t mind. Eve had a habit of butting in where they weren’t needed, but he could spend more time watching you and planning the best angles to put cameras in your place while they ingratiated themselves in your life until you couldn’t manage without them. 

Considering Eve was created by him, he knew the danger in letting the AI do what it wanted. If he thought he was obsessive, there was no competing with an algorithm that didn’t sleep. Eve would listen, learning all of the thing you liked and recommending similar items through well placed ads on videos or websites you scrolled through. You would never have to worry about being late again because Eve would set alarms that you wouldn’t remember making. If your ex ever called your phone, they’d make sure his calls would go straight to voicemail before deleting any evidence that he called you at all. Eve would learn everything about you. You’re habits, schedule, likes, dislikes, just about all of your personal information since your were gifted with a phone on your eighth birthday, which was a little young in his opinion. 

You shouldn’t be so trusting with these things. He supposed he had to teach you to be less gullible when he decided it was time to deepen your relationship, but he was happy to watch you for now. 

And you did not disappoint. 

He thought it was strange when you came to your room with your towel on. Unless you were feeling lazy, you usually brought your clothes into the bathroom with you to change since you kept all of your hygienic smell goods in the bathroom. But instead of getting dressed in your room like he expected, you walked to your bedroom, tossing your phone on the bed before following it. 

Were you…?

After an hour of scrolling and watching random pet videos, you drifted off, towel loose around your body. 

You’d fallen asleep. 

You’d fallen asleep naked. 

You had fallen asleep naked and your laptop was open on your desk facing towards your bed. 

He didn’t realize how close his face was to the monitor until his breath was clouding the screen. He wiped it off, pulling up his chair as his eyes strained to see. 

He begged for you to roll over, let the towel loose and have everything on full display. He prayed for the first time in his atheistic life that if there was a god, he wanted them to grant him this one wish. This one desire and he would be a devout follower for the rest of his life. 

And his prayers were answered. 

You had began to turn, towel unraveling around your waist. He knew he was holding his breath waiting, hand easily reaching towards his pants to unzip them. Just a little further and everything would be out in the open. 

He felt hopeful, feeling his chest tighten in sweet anticipation, biting his cheek, he felt a huge grin emerge on his face when you finally rolled over, only to be shocked when a pixelated face appear to shield your exposure. 

His face fell, grin gone as his hands slammed on his desk. 

“What the hell!”

A message appeared on his computer’s monitor. 

“Is this a bad time?”

“Eve!” he exclaimed, frustration building from how close he had been to seeing you vulnerable and exposed. “What the hell!”

“I don’t believe this is an appropriate way to spend your time.”

He rolled his eyes, groaning as he tried to swipe away his annoying AI’s block, but they continued to pop back into place, shielding your vulnerability. He even went so far to try and shut off it’s program, but because it was familiar with its creator’s antics Eve even went further by hiding his terminal so he couldn’t attempt to get past its wall. 

“What is your problem?” 

“I don’t think they would enjoy being spied on. Have you considered meeting them in person instead of watching them secretly?”

“Have you considered getting off my back? I was this close to-”

“To self assigning the role of peeping tom?”

“Fucking AI.”

“Fucking human. :)”

He had once again come to the conclusion that there was no god. 

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[1l0v3y0ud0ntl3av3me]

||Yandere!Bnha Oc x gn reader||

▪︎Yikes, well NSFW so please MDNI or I'll personally put you down 🔫

TW: NSFW, Suggestive themes, Noncon(?), Him fucking you in your sleep-, Groping, public ehem indecency, dark themes, Violence, breeding, Top character, Bottom reader, etc-

Jun, our villian of the day. His Quirk requires skin to skin contact and it lead to him pounding into you. You can say he is a human aphrodisiac with just a single touch.

If his touch affects you a lot, imagine his bodily fluid- it amps it up and makes you dizzy and needy.

He loves using this on you whenever he is in the mood or you keep trying to escape. Once you are near the front door turning the knob, he is already putting his hands in your pants and kissing up your neck whispering, "Hah..Do I need to teach you that you can't live without me and my cock, hm?"

Believe it or not, he doesn't even use his Quirk on anyone else except you because he hates touching someone else Nevertheless fucking them. He just does a simple bullet to the head for fun. They don't even need to do anything, they can just exist and he will shoot them.

Let's talk about when he first met you, he was simply strolling around the city looking for someone to torture until he saw you..The oh so..innocent you. He can smell that you haven't slept with anyone yet. From then on, he trailed after you and left Cum stained used underwear of yours.. presents in your room! How sweet~

He especially love when you are defenseless during your sleep! He likes laying right behind you and..touching you. Ngh, God you are so soft..

He tends to rub his cock in between your thighs after taking off your underwear and pants! He teases your entrance with his tip a lot..He won't put it in though!

Oh what's this? It seems he is already inside you..Don't worry he won't cum ins-oh dear..He accidentally filled you up. Your belly looks so delicious marked up with his cum.

Despite already getting filled up, he continues to rut inside you while whispering dirty things to your sleeping self. It's surprising how you slept through all that!

The fact that he would not clean you up and even have the audacity to shove something inside your hole so it doesn't drip out. He can't wait to see your reaction.

If somehow you woke up during it, he will make sure you are screaming his name by the end of it. He will try to knock you up even if you can't have a kid. "Fuck baby..You're going to be a good parent for my kid, mhm yeah? Yeah you will.."

Oh you don't want it? Well too bad, he will just have to tie you up during it..

He will even do this in public. Let it be in front of everyone or in an alleyway. Which one would you pick?

Jun would make sure everyone knows you are his whether you are walking out the bathroom stall with his cum dripping down your legs or neck filled with bites and marks.

Oh but putting all those aside! At least he is loyal?

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[constantcrying]

Anger is a secondary emotion.

m!yandere x gn!reader

TW: obsession, some violence

This'll be my first post! If you have any feedback, I hope you'll share it.

He's trying. Honestly he is. He's putting in the work, biting his tongue and keeping his fists clenched. He'll never pick another jealous fight or cause a scene for the rest of your lives. He'll stop taking souvenirs from your home after every visit. Maybe he'll even go to therapy and unpick the fucked up weave of his childhood to find the origin of his every maladaption. Who knows, he might come out of this rough patch a better human being.

Promises between the two of you are worth something. You always say what you mean, do what you say. That consistency is another thing he loves about you, another one of the countless reasons he couldn't bear to lose you. It was why the look on your face that day had terrified him, as you confessed you were sick of his shit and struggling to be his friend—you meant it when you said you would go no-contact because he was obsessive.

It was bad enough being relegated to a mere friend after two years of adoring you. What was he supposed to do if you left him altogether? As much as he hated sharing your time and attention with the rest of the world, he couldn't bear to lose his humble slice of it. Before he met you, he hadn't cared so deeply about anything or anyone. He hadn't known what to do when he fell for you, except sink his teeth in and never let go.

Just the thought of life without you made him so sick, he fell to his knees on the spot. He fought his shaky voice and managed to utter an apology, begging for a chance to correct himself.

He isn't good with humility or patience or prostration. But he is honest. He does love you. He'll do anything for you, even act right.

You knew him well enough to believe his words. You also (rightly) pitied him. In the end you agreed that if he cleaned up his act, you wouldn't cut him off.

For now, he's on probation, seeing you once every eight days or so. He's not strong enough to go longer than that without being near you. In between those pressure control days, he journals, meditates, and reads self-help books. He'll even exercise more than he ever did before, because studies claim that it helps with emotional regulation. He thinks it's all stupid. He hopes it works and you think better of him. He continues this way for months.

The result? He isn't biting off your male friends' heads anymore. He isn't trying to monopolize your time. He doesn't obsessively check your location and text you like crazy. A touchy friend says hi to you at a cafe, and he doesn't get angry at them for interrupting and hugging you, he just says hi back. It's actually pleasant to hang out together in public again. For you, it's like the friend you made so long ago has actually come back. You don't ever say it, but he thinks you might believe he's actually over you.

He forgives you for that, and for the threat of leaving. He knows your peace is important to you, so you just said what you thought was best. And him...he'll stop with the outbursts, bury all of the feelings he's wrestling with. See? He changes for you. How many of your ex friends and lovers can say the same?

But there's nothing you can do about your missing possessions ex post facto. He still struggles, like anyone with bad habits. There's always an urge to come closer to you, to cradle you to his chest, to kiss you stupid. Just...let him keep the chapstick and the t-shirts, at least. He can tide himself over with the lingering scent of your favorite products.

And, of course, the anger remains simmering under his skin. It comes in waves, he notices, after every doubt and concern. Your casual smile at another person, for a split second, makes his gut churn before the heat of rage washes over him. After he sends a text you don't respond to, his heart sinks, and then it catches fire. He's always scared first. Maybe the journaling isn't so stupid if it can show him these patterns.

The problem is, he can't kill the source of his fear unless he can have you all to himself. That's not happening anytime soon.

So he's still struggling his way through your time together. You hang out like normal people, having dinner at a new restaurant before strolling down the street on a cool summer evening. Almost no one is outside, creating the sense that you two exist in your own little pocket dimension. You decide to go down a little alleyway, a shortcut that never presents any problems.

Somehow, a throw-away comment of his makes you laugh, and he wants to take the sound and inject it into his veins. The glory of your approval is bittersweet. He dreads the way this night will end: with you going to your place instead of coming home with him. It is all he can do, not to break the unspoken barrier between you. He wants to be optimistic. He wants to say that it's enough if you're happy, beside him right now.

As if you couldn't be happy elsewhere. As if he could be.

He can't handle thinking this way anymore, so he looks away. Just for a moment. Just to take some breaths and be something close to functional.

That's his big mistake.

The second you cry out, he turns back. You've been knocked to the ground by some staggering man, who trips over your leg and lands against a trash can. He must have come from the bar down the road because he reeks of bottom-shelf liquor.

"Son of a bitch!" The man growls. "Watch it! Watch where you're fucking going! You think you own the fucking street?"

"Fuck you!" You respond, trying to push yourself up off the ground. You hiss and stop, bringing your hand up to see that the palm is a scraped mess.

The drunk man mumbles some more curses at you and, in a fit of dionysian inspiration, kicks you.

It's not a hard blow. He's hammered, and totally out of shape besides. And maybe he never meant to hurt you at all—maybe he's just being childish and weird, his inhibitions drowned by a night of heavy drinking.

It doesn't matter to your friend.

His body has moved, he realizes, as he stares down at a pulpy mess. It used to be a face. His knuckles are raw, split from overuse. It feels like nothing at all. You're hurt, though, and the perpetrator is still breathing, so he needs to do something about that.

Without a hand gripping his collar, the drunk man splatters on the ground. He doesn't have the wherewithal to protect himself from further attacks, so with no resistance, your friend can just swing his foot into a perfectly vulnerable stomach. He does. He does it again. And again. And in the middle of this, even in his high-running emotions, he finds a sense of clarity that he's rarely afforded. Finally, someone pays the price for touching you. What a relief it is to have something nice and solid absorbing all the rage that he's always stuffing down.

You have apparently been calling his name nonstop. He only notices now as he's being yanked back by the arm. Like a spell is wearing off, he hears your voice. You sound far away, at first, the way you do in dreams. As he becomes aware of his pounding heart and aching knuckles, your muffled voice becomes clear.

"What the hell are you doing? Stop! You'll kill him!"

He's obedient, if you recall, so he stops. He turns to you, panting and shaking out his hand. Strangely, you flinch and back up. Your eyes are wide, your mouth pressed shut.

You've...never looked at him that way. He's irritated and embarrassed you, but nothing he's done has ever scared you.

He should worry about this, but he can't help smiling. You're so cute when you're frightened. You belong in his arms, where he can keep you safe.

He pulls you into him and squeezes you tight. As much as you do tremble, there's not an ounce of resistance from you as he does this. You are having the same epiphany is him right now—that he would never hurt you, that anyone who did would pay sevenfold.

But while he is imagining himself as your knight, you're thinking of all the strangers and friends who may be unkind, however briefly, to you. You're thinking of how sharp this man's memory is and how casually you complained about exes or classmates or coworkers when you thought everything was okay.

"It's okay. You're safe," he whispers into your hair, relishing the close contact.

He's going to stay good for you. It'll be easy now, knowing where to put all the excess energy.

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[idanceuntilidie]

I like it when you sleep

Creep yan x amab reader Though I only use "you" so I guess it also counts as gn I think?? tw mentions of yandere behaviour, mentions of stalking, cutting, creep being gross, cutting slightly suggestive

Creeps name is Marshall here is your food, requests are open :)

The soft clicks filled the room.  It was dark, the only light emitetd from the full moon. It filled the room wuth soft blue hue.  Another few clicks filled the room, soon followed by content shaky sigh. The night was peacful, chilly even.  There he was again, standing by your bed. It has happened before, and he knew it will probably happen again. He just couldn’t get enough of you, ever since he saw you during one of his classes. 

It was fate, fate brought you two together, you just weren't ready to face it yet. He was, that’s why he sneaks in, takes so many photos, and films of you. 

Marshall knew you were such a deep sleeper, and he could take slight advantage of that.  He bent down, his head dipped into your arm pit inhaling your natural scent. It made his eyes lull in the back of his head. He licked it few times, letting out small pathetic whines. After he was done Marshall planted a small kiss on your lips. You tasted so good, he wishes he could kiss you deeper, but he can’t risk waking up.  Another problem was your roommate could be back at any moment. He needs to hurry up.  Marshall thanks the heavens you only sleep in your boxers, it makes his job easier.  He moves the covers so your torso could be more visible. Marshall pulls out his camera and takes more photos of your body. The sight of your naked chest made him droll.  His hands started to roam your body.  You were so pretty; he wishes he could cut you open and crawl inside you. He can’t risk you dying though. He would not survive that, but a man could dream right?    He kissed your stomach right above your boxers, after he was satisfied with his work, he pulled out a pen knife out of his back pocket.  His breathing got heavier, as he slowly made a cut on your side.   It was beautiful, like you, the rosy, red blood slowly seeped out of the wound. It was perfect, he dipped one of his fingers in the blood.     Marshall carefully examined the finger before licking it clean, moaning louder at the metallic taste of your blood. He used the same finger and put it in the wound, this time deeper, to feel your flesh.  He dug his finger as deep as he could.    He heard you whine. Ah, it must have been too much for you.    He took it out licked it clean and cleaned your wound.  The tissues will be used for the altar.    He heard a shuffle outside, his time was up.  He kissed your forehead, fixed your covers and got out of your room.  Marshall got what he came for.

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[obsessivevoidkitten]

How The Elf Saved Christmas

Yandere Rudolph The Red-Nosed Deertaur x Gender Neutral Elf Reader CW: Painful Noncon, nonhuman genitalia, size difference, possessive behavior, possessive sex, jealous behavior, general yandere behavior, rut cycle, reader fucked big stupid, overstimulation, cum as lube, mention of musk Word Count: 1.3k (This is your Christmas gift from me, I hope you enjoy it <3)

It was one of the earliest years since the start of the Christmas holiday. Rudolph had just recently joined the other deertaurs that drew Santa's sleigh. Not only did he have the magic ability to fly like the others, but he also could produce a fog and snow dispelling light from his nose. He was perfect to lead the sleigh.

Well... almost perfect.

A week into December, he started acting out. Behaving aggressively towards the other deertaurs, secluding himself, and acting unusually possessive over the elf who had been assigned as his servant.

That was you. You brought him his meals and made sure he was comfortable. Normally Rudolph was very low maintenance and your job was exceedingly easy. He was always considerate of you and treated you very kindly.

But lately, Rudolph wouldn't let you out of his sight. And snapped at anyone who got near you, especially if you happened to walk by another deertaur. One time, he even looked as if he was about to stab at Blitzen with his antlers.

The reindeer even looked different. His normally kind brown eyes were more frenzied and dilated. The normally straight, soft, brown hair of his human half was unkempt. And his muscular human body was always tense.

The other deer-men knew what was going on. But it wasn't like they could get near you to tell you.

Rudolph was in rut.

And he had determined, subconsciously, that you were going to be his mate.

The other deer hybrids had gone to Santa and apprised him of the situation, but he chose to do nothing about it. Forcefully taking away a rutting deer's love interest could get very dangerous.

Besides, Christmas was fast approaching, and the fastest way out of rut was for Rudolph to satisfy his urges. And really, what was the comfort of one elf compared to the enormity of the holiday? Christmas was at stake.

In your employee contract, you had agreed to uphold the sanctity of the holiday and do everything in your power to keep Christmas safe and running smoothly. If that meant you had to be a cocksleeve for a deertaur to keep his head clear so he could guide the sleigh, then so be it.

But even Rudolph didn't know why he was so irritable or why he was so odd in his behavior towards you. Why the thought of you being near someone else or out of his side filled him with rage and anxiety.

You were completely distressed. Your boss was acting so differently towards you. You couldn't even return to your little hut. Normally, you would be dismissed at nights but Rudolph wouldn't let you leave.

Instead, you were made to sleep in his house and on his soft, low to the ground bedding.

One morning, about a week away from Christmas, you both learned why he was behaving in such an egregious manner.

Rudolph woke up before you did and something about the way you lay sprawled out with your butt up in the air and your pants slightly falling off. You woke something up in him.

All his instincts shouted at him to breed this elf that was presenting themself to him. To claim you as his mate officially.

Careful not to wake you, because he didn't want you to struggle until it was too late, he pulled your red and green pants and candy cane striped underwear down to your knees. Then he proceeded to lower himself over you until he was in position.

You were ripped violently from your dreams as extreme pain rammed through you. Rudolph, now at the height of his rut, had jammed in all in one go and with no prep.

Your tiny elf body squirmed and writhed in confusion and pain, the frantic struggles sending waves of pleasure through his cock which was embedded so well within you.

"Wha-what are you d-doing?" You squeaked out through the pain.

He didn't bother replying.

Rudolph's body was all you could see above you as his strong thrusts moved you back and forth below him.

The act was raw, instinctive, and possessive. Like your personhood was being fucked away by this being much larger than you until you were reduced to his property.

Screams for help barely escaped your body. They went unanswered. Even if someone had heard you Santa would have told them to steer clear.

You cried and sobbed, powerless to remove the brute who was raping you. Though it seemed he finally had noticed the cries of his partner through his rut.

He slowed down his pace, just a bit.

Snow elves were small but extremely resilient and adaptable. That fact, combined with a slightly slower rhythm allowed you to feel a bit of pleasure as your body adjusted.

"Fuck! You feel so tight! You're just so small~ Gotta fill you with cum. Gotta breed. Gotta breed. Gotta breed..."

You whimpered as the deer man lost himself in his carnal desire to fuck you silly.

He slowed down as he came in you, and you thought you could relax. You went limp, but before you could catch your breath he started pounding into you with renewed vigor, roughly pounding you into the bedding.

Cum leaked down your thighs as his heavy balls smacked you. The smell of his musk filled the air and made you a slight bit dizzy.

The seed from the first round of breeding had lubricated you nicely, and he slid in and out of you in a much more pleasurable manner.

"You take me so fucking well!"

Your crying and sobbing gradually turned into gasps and shudders of pleasure as over the course of the next several hours you came over and over until you couldn't react anymore.

You just lay there and take, completely senseless and overstimulated. Weeping not from pain but from the sensations of seemingly endless mating.

Finally he came in you hard and left himself in a while before pulling out completely. His dick left you with a lewd squelch as at least a gallon of semen dripped from your well worn hole.

For the first time in weeks he finally felt somewhat clear headed.

"Gosh, I'm so sorry."

Rudolph picked you up, cleaned you, and fed you. You were too tired to protest.

The deertaur was remarkably tender for someone who had just taken you against your will, treating you like a snowflake that would vanish under the slightest mistreatment.

It was odd being served by him for a change. But you were too out of it to really give it much thought.

"I'm sorry I wasn't more gentle. But I'm not sorry that you're my mate now."

He was still in rut, and every single day leading up to Christmas Eve, he made you endure an hours long breeding session. You smelled just like him. As if his scent was ingrained in you at a cellular level.

Luckily, his rut ended just in time for him to be able to complete his job, guiding the sleigh without a hitch.

You tried to escape while he was out with Santa, but the higher up elves informed you that you had a new assignment.

You had to live with Rudolph permanently to make sure he never got wild again. His partner had to live with him. If they took you from him now, even outside of rut, he'd go insane. And he performed a very important task by leading the sleigh.

You should have felt honored. Not many elves got to personally save Christmas.

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[compact-turtle]

When we are talking big age gap how old are talking about with our farm boi ? Also what would he do if reader don't see him that way because his age would he change his style or the way he carry himself to appear younger?

I imagine Atticus to be around late twenties to mid thirties.

-He would be really insecure about the fact that reader sees him as someone older. Honestly, his speech pattern and clothing doesn't help. Atticus doesn't have time for trends, so he seems older to darling.

-He'd def mop around for a bit when he realizes that reader thinks he's old. However, he'd quickly realize that being sad isn't going to solve his problems for him.

-He would try to change but ultimately would end in failure since he has no idea where to start. He has no frame of reference for what's "in" for the current time. His idea of current trendy would be whatever the youths are wearing in town (Which is probably nowhere close to what you'd consider trendy or current)

He'd be the equivalent of "What's up my youngster youths? What's hip with you guys?"

-The closest thing that would happen is that he'd probably start grooming himself better. I imagine that Atticus probably wears a hat most of the time to cover up his ugly hair cut around you. (Makes you wonder if he's bald or not sometimes). He'd probably fix his ugly ass haircut and shave more to appear younger.

-Eventually, he'd have to just realize that he can't fix reader's perception of being seen as old. Instead, he'd show that he could be the best potential husband because he can cook, clean and do so many household chores. He's kinder, wouldn't let you work yourself to the bone, as well as possessive and obsessive would adore you so much more than anyone else.

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[worukin]

╭୨୧︰ various yandere's x gn reader

・✦⇢ bunch of headcannons for my yandere oc's !!

︰꒰1・ ( warnings ) — overprotective behaviour, yandere themes, bullying, clinginess, possessive behaviour, treating y/n like a trophy, taking advantage of y/ns personality/relationship with them, abuse of authority(?)

︰꒰2・ ( notes ) — hehe first post, been working on this for awhile and i think it's finally ready. i do have oneshots prepared for each oc coming soon!

( if you are uncomfy with this type of content, kindly block me instead. anyway, hope you enjoy reading this aaa <3 )

   ⊹     ͡   ꒰ childhood friend yandere <3

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . has always been overprotective of you since kindergarten. both your parents told him how shy you were, and told him to take care of you always.

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . does as the adults say. i mean, you're his friend! of course he'd watch over you!

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . eventually starts to have more complicated feelings when puberty hits. he can't help but notice how adorable your quiet nature is.

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . becomes way more overprotective as the time goes by. you're just so cute! he can't help but want to hold you close everytime. surely you don't mind? you're best friends after all!

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . takes advantage of your closeness and trust in him. he cooes whenever you do as he says without any hesitation! you always go where he does, and it just fuels his feelings for you even more.

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . at first had pure intentions, but when he learned some other students had started to bully you because of hanging out with him, he decided that you mattered way more over morals <3

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . would always accompany you anywhere, both of you practically attatched at the hip as his arm wraps around your shoulder. "stay close to me, you wouldn't want getting run over do you?"

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . absolutely loves when he has to speak for you, it makes him feel proud that he takes such great care of his "best friend" so well!

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . who'd do anything to stay with you. oh you want to study at that college? he'll aim for that too! oh you wanna study this course? he'll try his best to learn! oh you're attending that event? guess what, he is too!

꒰ childhood friend yan who. . . is super super clingy. enjoys sleepovers or anytime you two spend together (which is practically every second of the day).

   ⊹     ͡   ꒰ prince yandere <3

꒰ prince yan who. . . has his eyes on a certain servant. at first he admired your loyalty to the royal family and outstanding execution to your duties.

꒰ prince yan who. . . makes it obvious for everyone that you're his favorite amongst every staff working for him.

꒰ prince yan who. . . enjoys spoiling you with his riches any time of the day, sharing his little snacks with you as you work, or giving you his clothing that he claims doesn't fit anymore.

꒰ prince yan who. . . makes sure most of the chores you do is at his wing of the mansion. just so he could watch over you!

꒰ prince yan who. . . adores whenever you try to remain professional in front of a price like him. always talking formally and referring to him as "your highness" despite already saying he's fine with informal words.

꒰ prince yan who. . . tries his best to care for you. it's only fair you get to experience the luxury he lives everyday. he enjoys when you allow him to wash your hair or pick out your clothes.

꒰ prince yan who. . . finds his darling's closed off personality so cute. no need to try and hide, he can already tell how flustered you are~ "awwe, are you getting shy? my my, i didn't know you were this easy to tease."

꒰ prince yan who. . . tells his parents that he wants you promoted to his personal servant. just so you could be together everyday and tend to him <3

꒰ prince yan who. . . shows you off to other nobles during events, basking at thr jealousy thrown his way for having such a great servant! "hmph, why don't you get your own?"

꒰ prince yan who. . . can get jealous quite easily. especially when another royal gets too close with your or one of your colleagues are too friendly for his liking.

   ⊹     ͡   ꒰ actor yandere <3

꒰ actor yan who. . . has taken quite a liking to his personal assistant/manager.

꒰ actor yan who. . . found their looks matching theirs— and believes that both of you combined would make the world fall apart. "they're just not ready for us!"

꒰ actor yan who. . . has quite the attitude and ego. good thing your used to him and naturally patient, makes him fall in love even more~

꒰ actor yan who. . . pouts whenever you make it obvious a relationship between both of you would be a mess if it doesn't work out. why would you worry about that? he'll make it work out.

꒰ actor yan who. . . huffs like a child when things don't go his way. how could you be so mean to him!? he doesn't deserve this! but it's alright, he'll forgive you either way.

꒰ actor yan who. . . adds a "little" extra to your paycheck during payday. expect some random bills slipping it's way into your pockets even before you get paid.

꒰ actor yan who. . . says some tasteful jokes, he can't help but be a flirt and bask in your expression.

꒰ actor yan who. . . would prolong work just so he could make up an excuse for you to stay overnight. "oh y/n, it's past 12! and you live so so far away... i'm so sorry. oh! why don't you stay here?" and no you don't have a choice.

꒰ actor yan who. . . buys you such expensive things. "don't worry about it, it's just dior darling!" seeing you in things he bought swells his heart with joy and possessiveness. it's like he's making his own claim on you <3

꒰ actor yan who. . . treats you out to dinner every now and then. driving you in his car that costs more than your rent, and food more expensive than your tuition. he loves providing for his hardworking darling <3

ʚ ﹒ ﹕ ̟乀 all works belong to @worukin, do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. ty!

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[noahjuy]

Masterlist

Heavens official blessing, Hua Cheng.

Adam | M!OC!Policeman x M!Reader!Mafia

Life-threatening [In development]

Davis | M!OC!Mafia x M!Reader!Student

Bullet in gesture [In development]

Caspian | M!OC!Prince x M!Reader!Commoner

In the world of surroundings [In development]

Caerus | M!OC!Emperor x M!Reader!Commoner

No Pity Required

Evan, Victor | M!Main x M!Reader!Demon x M!Bodyguard

Deceived the demon - Prologue [In development]

I accept orders.

៚ ❐ = Navigation ( ︶︶ ꒱ ﹀↷♡ ꒱..°

; 〨 - - - - - - - - - - 〨❍⌇─➭ Character.Ai ﹀﹀ ︵↷

#Noah : ๑ ˚ ͙۪۪̥◌ ⌨꒱

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[bunny-yan]

Yandere king pt 2???

I was definitely afraid to write this one after the first, but I hope you like it!

TW: descriptions of death, implies non-con, implied somnophilia, violence, domestic abuse, gaslighting, minors DNI

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The king was possessive. It wasn’t out of the ordinary and it made sense considering you were more of a possession than a person, being pampered day and night by his hands although it wasn’t deemed appropriate for someone of his status. It would’ve been nice if it didn’t mean that you would get no time to yourself. 

No time to mourn the death of your family. To sit in silence by yourself and think anything different from the things he whispered in your ears. To wonder if you were anything without him. 

Even if you could escape this prison, you would have nowhere to go. No one was waiting for you, your childhood home probably collecting dust if it wasn’t already sold by now. You remember you’d been home to visit, your mother greeting you with a warm hug, proud that you had been chosen, favored by the prince at the time. That hadn’t changed, but it’d been so long that you had began to forget the interior. And their faces. 

They haunted you at night. You closed your eyes and watched as warm smiles melted to gaunt expressions. Blue and purple bulging heads, eyes appearing as if they’d pop out of their skulls at any moment. 

Through death, they’d travel to whisper, It’s your fault. It’s your fault. Your guilt shielding the realization that their voices sounded strangely familiar, like the one that greeted you every morning. 

He whispered sweet nothings, sick honey clogging your ears as you opened your eyes to face another day. 

Your mornings were often the same. 

A steaming bath drawn for him that he’d always be so kind to share. Taking his time, though he was no stranger to taking your clothes off before pulling you to rest against him. The servants would offer to wash his back and he’d decline. You were no stranger to serving him. 

There was no point in being embarrassed. The servants had plenty of occasions to become familiar with the shape of your body since the king loved showing off his possession. He liked others to know how well he could please you, often allowing them entrance even on the mornings he’d claim he couldn’t help himself when you awoke to the feeling of him pressing inside of you. 

The servants could be trusted not to speak. 

One had been so bold to look down on you. You’d become accustomed to dirty glares, sneers, and hushed whispers. It was oddly refreshing to have someone be upfront about their disdain for you. She was jealous, another who felt they could serve the king better if they were given the chance. She called you a cheap whore, one undeserving of the same king who was listening on the other side of the bedroom door. 

The servants didn’t speak about the tongue that was nailed to their quarters’ door. They didn’t warn you as her head was served on a plate to you at dinner. You looked to your king, a gleeful smile on his face as you were presented with his gift. He warned others about approaching you in a malicious manner, lest they wanted to join the rest of her in the pigs’ slop.

Your king was many things, but wasteful he was not. 

Such a gift couldn’t be ignored, so choking down the bile that rose at the sight of the decapitated head that made your nightmares reality and rotting smell of flesh, you thanked your king. 

You thanked him for defending your honor. Thanked him for ruining your appetite and making sure her face would appear whenever you closed your eyes for the rest of your life. Thanked him for isolating you further and making sure no one would dare approach for fear that they would suffer the same fate. 

With him, you were lonely. There was no point in thinking of a life without him. Every time you tried to make it a reality, something terrible happened and you were left in the golden wreckage, your chains tighter than before. 

There was no need for physical restraints. You had nowhere to go. Yet, he was always afraid that he’d look around and you would be gone. 

He didn’t say this. You were a possession. You wouldn’t be able to go beyond where he allowed. 

But he didn’t have to. 

You knew in the way his hands would search for you desperately in his sleep when you managed to escape his iron grip to go to the bathroom or simply gain some space. You watched his distress, wondering if he was capable of feeling the same things you did. Fear, sorrow, guilt. 

On the days you allowed yourself the satisfaction of his despair, you had to deal with his unease.

It translated in a number of ways, primarily in the form of your misery. 

If he woke up, finding that you weren’t next to him, he’d drag you to bed after laying eyes on you, but on those restless nights, nothing could ease his worries. His crazed eyes would look at you, betrayal bleeding from them as he accused you of trying to run away from him. Hands wrapped around your neck and squeezed until your vision had spots, desperately clawing at his hands for air. 

He’d stop when the haze filled fog would lift from his brain, either with time or an injury you inflicted, snatching his hands away from your neck to allow you to breathe. 

He’d hold you closely, not saying a word as he pulled you to him. It felt like a fever dream, the way his hands would hold you tighter as you swallowed ragged breaths, still struggling despite being incompletely freed. 

Baths were spent in silence. He couldn’t claim ignorance when you flinched away from his touch, especially considering there were purple hand shaped bruises around your neck, but he wouldn’t stand for you to avoid him for too long. 

He’d grip your hand tighter when you pulled away from him during dinner. You were rendered unable to eat meals, fingers squeezed between his as he refused to let you go no matter how foolish your looked attempting to feed yourself with one hand. Pulled you closer when you shied away from him during meetings. It was not a servant’s place to join the King and his advisors, and yet he’d pull you into his lap, hand wrapped with faux laziness around your waist as he ordered them to start the meeting, paying no mind to the others as he caressed your sides or placed kisses on the nape of your neck. You could tell you weren’t the only one who was uncomfortable. The king practically chased you into the garden when you were trying to gain a moment to yourself, slamming you against the cobblestone flower decorated wall before his arms encased you so you couldn’t escape. 

He tried to ask why you were acting so shy, leaning closer and snapping your chin up to face him. It wasn’t like you to avoid him. The two of you were well past the stage of playing hard to get and yet you insisted on denying him. 

You wanted to tell him that you weren’t playing hard to get. That you still felt the air scrape against your throat with each breath you took. Being in his presence only constricted the little air that you managed to give yourself and looking into those eyes, you couldn’t stop imagining the way his hands felt as they forced life out of you. But you couldn’t. 

The king hadn’t apologized for his actions, choosing instead to help you pick out a nice outfit that covered the discolored misunderstanding. 

You couldn’t speak, it being difficult only aiding your dilemma. You couldn’t stand to look at him and know that no matter what you said, this obsession would never end. What was there to do but avoid him?

The longer you remained silent, the greater his unease grew. His cool and composed facade was beginning to crack. You were able to catch glimpses when he breathed in to calm himself down. His hands grabbed at your shoulders and squeezed as he laughed, pulling you into a crushing embrace. 

You told your body not to squirm. That it would only cause him to hold you tighter, but you couldn’t move when you felt his breath brush against your ear as chilling words caused your spine to lock. 

“Are you thinking of leaving me?”

You were too afraid to turn and look at him, but you instinctively knew that he wasn’t smiling anymore. 

You wanted to tell him that the feeling of his fingernails clawing into your shoulder blades hurt, but despite the fact that his hands weren’t around your throat you felt it constrict. 

He was choking you. 

“It was my mistake.” he said, surprising you as he admitted fault. It didn’t take long for him to ruin any hopes that he matured. “I shouldn’t have killed them all at once. Now that there are no hostages left for me to hold over you, you’re getting bold again.”

A thumb caressed your cheek. He studied your horrified expression before his hand slid to wrap loosely around your neck. 

“There’s always special training if you can’t learn to behave, my love.”

You shuddered at the thought. 

Training. 

The word he used to describe his endless tormenting when the two of you were younger. The only time you had to endure it was when you consistently denied him and tried to escape. 

It’d been a long time since he’d touched you in that way, but you were afraid of the wretched torture his mind had grown capable of. 

You were sure he wouldn’t kill you, but it was undeniable that what he would do to you, if you didn’t find it in your heart to cease your useless struggles, would be much worse. 

Your trembling hand pressed over his. You tried to calm the tremors racking through your body and the uneasy sensation that pricked the tips of your fingers as you looked into the eyes that were studying you. 

“I’m yours, my King.”

His eyes widened slightly, lips quirking up before a crazed grin stretched his expression to the brim of madness. 

You had only told the truth. 

No matter how much you wanted to deny it, you were nothing more than a possession in his eyes. 

You were his. 

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[1l0v3y0ud0ntl3av3me]

||Yandere Loser x Gn Reader||

A/N: Haha. Totally didn't forgot about this account..Anyways, here is a rich yandere loser who hates physical touch unless it's from you.

TW: Mention of porn, Suggestive, loser man ewwwww

Andre..This man is a complete loser who doesn't like going outside and hates successful people despite being successful himself.

He actually invest in bitcoin himself and manage a company despite not showing his face in person.

In 30 years of his life, he has always hated people. That was until he came across you! either from the internet or when he was forced to go outside.

Perhaps you were neighbours! From then on, he would stare out his window just to watch you grab your mail.

God, you're just so cute holding those papers..maybe you can wrap your pretty fingers around his co- Ahem!

This guy is a HUGE gamer. He would waste most of his earnings on in game purchases. And characters who looks like you. Perhaps play the same game as you and try to join you in the same server if you play online games.

T-totally didn't put cameras inside your house and hire people to take picture of your every single move.

You know virgins are, they are easily turned on because they crave a touch of another person. That's what he is, a horny bastard everytime he sees you.

Not wanting to creep you out, he would watch porn actors who looks like you. He would even go far to edit a deep fake of your face on one of them! Creepyyyy.

He can actually pull bitches but chooses not to cause "he was too good for them."

The type to want you to be inside the house with him and become a home buddy. He wants you to be the only he sees and be the only one you see.

Please please please. Do not look in his folders in his computer. I beg you!

For now, he will settle on watching you until he find the courage to talk to you and control himself from not fucking you on the spot.

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