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aajjks · 11 months
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loser ≠ lover (m)
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synopsis. He wants you so much, even if you’ll destroy him, because he’d let you.
fem reader x yandere oc.
warnings. yándere, öbsession, masochïstic tendencies, mentions of physical, emotional abûse, unhealthy thöughts, èxtreme obsession, obsessive thoughts.
note. MY FIRST OC!!!!! UHHH IM SO SO NERVOUS BECAUSE IM NEW TO THIS KIND OF THING BUT I HOPE YOU ALL WILL GIVE HIM A CHANCE. HES ALL YOURS TO INTERACT WITH, send fanart?!?? Please I’d be honoured, send asks talk to him!!!! 😭💌
second instalment x
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loser boy who worships the ground you walk on!
Who licks off the dirt that trails off your shoes as you walk down the school hallway.
loser boy who is so obsessed with you that he can’t breathe if he can’t get a look at you.
loser boy who can’t feel anything but love for you, passion that pumps so hard in his veins for you, who can’t say a word without stuttering except your name.
Loser boy who follows you around like a lost puppy, who doesn’t care if your ‘friends’ cuss at him, if you call him a dirty dog.
At least you’re talking to him! God, he’s so lucky!
“Goodness fuck off! You sicko! How’d you find my address!?” You spit at him, your eyes filled so beautifully with hues of disgust, your luscious lips curled up in annoyance. He smiles so brightly at you, God, you’re so beautiful.
“O-Oh please! C-Call me more names! P-Please!” He begs, on his knees, his raven hair falling on his grey orbs, his lashes wet as he begs you.
You feel embarrassed, He notices, yet he feels his heart burning from the need to hear you insult him.
It’s been too long.
And that’s why he’s here, at 1 am right infront of your door, begging.
“Fucking masochist! You’re so disgusting! FUCK OFF.” The way your shoe hits his jaw, makes him moan out your name like a prayer.
You groan in anger, he gets up again, you struggle against him, your nails scratch him, the burn feels euphoric, he missed you so bad.
“You don’t understand huh?!? LEAVE. ME. ALONE.” You try to get away from him, the boy doesn’t let you, instead he grabs your legs, wrapping his arms around them, “n-no please! take me back please!” He’s sobbing.
Yet his heart loves the thrill of your resistance, it turns him on so much, his pants feel so painfully tight, “NEVER! You ARE NOT GOOD FOR ANYTHING! You are of no use to me anymore!” you keep insulting him, it makes him feel so relieved.
You hadn’t been talking to him for so long, he almost went insane without you.
“Y-YN p-please kiss me!” He stands up, “p-please!”
“FUCK OFF Ezekiel!” His mind blurs.
His tongue lulls out and he whimpers as you finally utter his name out, it sounds so good, so erotic from your mouth, His name was made for you to call out.
He is so obsessed with you.
“S-Say it again… p-please!” Ezekiel stands up, his knees wobble, the stormy grey eyes are full of lust, craziness.
You roll your eyes at him again, it only makes him so much more excited, he loves your rejection so much, he always has.
Because it’s a unique bond between you, you treat him special, he knows.
“fuck off weirdo.” Ezekiel doesn’t say anything but pushes you against the door of your house, “YN…” he brings his face so much closer to you, he feels scared yet thrilled.
You’re so unpredictable, it makes him shake with anticipation.
“P-Please don’t leave- don’t-don’t abandon me! I-I’m sorry I disappointed you b-but he deserved it.” You raise your eyebrows at his ‘apology’
“No. Get away from me you sick freak! You had no right to beat him up like that, who are you huh? My boyfriend? Please…” you scoff, “you’re nothing to me Ezekiel, absolutely nothing.” You spit again at him.
God.
“You’re just a pathetic man who gets me off. You’re just a pastime you get that?” You point your finger to his chest.
“Y’know you’re lucky you have a big dick and a pretty face. sometimes you’re obedient too and you make good punching bag.” You laugh so cruelly, venom drips in your words.
Yet he takes it as words of praise.
“You’re like my dog.”
Yes he is.
“S-So please just take me back? I-I’m so sorry YN…. Please punish me but not like this! H-HIT ME.” He takes your hand and swipes it hard across his cheek.
You gasp in surprise, Ezekiel looks at you with pure desperation. “Please! I-I can’t live without you,” he bites his lower lip, the mole under his lips becomes more evident.
“I-I can please you! I can help you get off! Please let me- give me a chance- I’ll make you cum as many times you’ll want to- PLEASE GIVE ME A CHANCE AT REDEMPTION!”
“P-Please!”
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yxami · 6 months
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Happy nut or not November day 10
desc: desperate yandere x gn reader, slight hints of masochism/degradation, mentions of stalking, obsession, perverted habits, hint of nsfw if you squint
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Desperate yandere that doubles his homemade lunches so the two of you could eat together in case you forget your lunch.
He’s the same guy that ties your shoelaces when you ask with a whiny tone, expecting him to say no at first until he pulls your foot on top of his thigh no matter how expensive his pants are.
He loves to spoil you with little affections but he’d never dare to make anything obvious. No way. He’ll only drop small hints and things that might have you growing a suspicion that he has deeper feelings than a normal friend should.
He’s too shy to admit anything directly, he’s just waiting for you to finally get the lit light bulb in your head about everything.
Desperate yandere that sprays his signature body spray on you that costs an unnecessary amount of money just so people get that you’re always around him even if he’s not already glued at your side to prove it.
Since there are times where he can’t stay right beside you he’ll resort to other tactics as well, either it’s convincing one of his stupid admirers to watch you or downloading a tracking app on your phone without you noticing, he’ll always make sure to keep tabs on you.
The day he gets caught is the day he dies of pure embarrassment.
And unfortunately for him today was the day.
“What is this?” You trap your beloved friend in the gymnasium corner behind the bleachers, the place were couples often went to go make out, but this situation was far from something like that. You were sure that your friend was hiding a certain secret but you weren’t sure what it was.
“Ha.. Um, your phone?” His throat croaks under the pressure as he presses his back into the corner, it should be illegal to be making him feel this hot and bothered, he’s trying to suppress the boiling feeling in his stomach.
“Don’t play games right now, what is this?” You click on a hidden app that was purposefully taken off your home screen, it seemed to be a tracker that people use to watch over their friends and families but you don’t recall getting this and the only other person was unnamed and directly above your profile on the map tracking you.
You clicked on a button that called the profile in the app and his phone started ringing, what a shocker.
“I—I don’t even know why it’s ringing..!” He dryly laughs, fumbling to grab his phone to end the call before you snatch it out his hands, he instinctively reached for it but you shoot a look at him that makes him let out a throaty whine with pink pouty lips.
“Why would you download this on my phone?” You sigh, holding his phone hostage by having it right on top of your phone as you look through his, trying to figure out what else he might have. You’re honestly surprised he hasn’t grabbed it out of fear that you’d find worse things.
“I just… um I don’t know!” His exhale stutters as it sounds like he’s ready to sob, glassy eyes evident as he looks up at you. He pushes his bottom lip even more as he reaches his hand out to cling onto you like he always did before pulling back incase you’d get mad.
“M’sorry..” He murmurs, never failing to stop looking at you, as if to prove his obedience even more than he already did during your friendship.
“Geez, what am I gonna do with you..” You fold your arms, phones still in hand as you lean against the other wall connecting to the corner. He still sits quietly against the other one, as if waiting for your command.
“Forgive me?” He frowns, daring to suggest something even if it rhetorical. He has a feeling from your words that you’re not actually pissed so he gets up and hugs you, pressing himself into you as he drops his head on your shoulder, inhaling your comfortable scent.
“Dunno’ I’ll have to think about your punishment” You feel for his back pocket to shove his phone into and he pressed himself more into you as if to give you more range to touch him, shamelessly enjoying your hands on him. He probably would’ve enjoyed you kicking his ass too.
“Okay, can it be at your house?” He says with too much of an eager tone than you needed right now. If he had a tail it would’ve been wagging at the idea too.
“Don’t think that this is a reward” You yank near the bottom of his hair when you feel him getting too cocky and running his hands down the small of your back. He lets out a filthy moan with blush pouring across his face as he looks slightly up, showing his adams apple.
“Sorry, I’ll behave..!” He submissively says, hoping you’d just attack his neck with kisses and bites to mark him but even he knows that’s out of the question right now.
Maybe you’d do it when he came over..?
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yoru-no-seiiki · 10 months
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YANDERE! MASOCHISTIC! PROTAGONIST x VILLAIN! READER x YANDERE! SERVANT
tw/cw: everyone’s gender is up to interpretation (if there are any discrepancies in the pronouns let me know). murder. this happens around the middle of the first part not after it, just in a different perspective.
[ first part ]
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It was bit of an understatement to call Abbadon your servant. They were your most loyal aide. Known as the harbinger of death to those that defied your rule. The Abyssal Advisor. It was through their work that you were able to grab ahold of your destiny.
They tortured, maimed and murdered for you. Countless of lives were destroyed by their hands. People with names, families, dreams — all gone because they simply failed to meet your expectations. They have conquered massive plots of lands and achieved many things that will never be put under their own name, but yours. They were with you every, single step of the way.
But you never gave them more than an ounce of your attention.
Many thought you were bloodthirsty, feral and an absolute nightmare. But to Abbadon you were anything but. You were simply a victim to the times. A soul bound for hell. Your ambitions were righteous in a way, but in execution not.
They did not care about that at all.
It was the way you’d annoyingly fixate on the person meant to kill you.
Did you not trust them?
Sure, every person that attempted to battle fate’s design failed abysmally but they were different. From the very beginning Abbadon was born, molded, put through fire and oil to be your perfect right hand man. Every order you’ve given was executed perfectly. Every task they have completed exceeded your expectations with its results.
So why wouldn’t you let them take care of Cassiel?
That annoying brat never seemed to die. Abaddon only saw them as a cockroach at most. A kid who had no right to share the luxuries you were afforded. Yet, they were never allowed to harm your sibling in any way.
And so they could only shove more tasks for you to do, distract you from what they saw as increasing affections towards your sibling and force you to leave Cassiel be.
But when they finally got the chance to kill the roach, you stood between them.
“Abbadon. Stand down.” You warned. They had flooded you with paperwork that day. Too much paperwork. You should have known it was due to ulterior motives. Trust slowly become something you could never afford.
“But—“ They protested. They were an inch away from beheading their target — Cassiel, who was now on their knees right behind you. They did not mind the dagger you had inches within their shoulder blade. But your eyes, Abbadon knew that look. It was the look of utter disappointment. They could not bear to see it any longer. “Understood.”
You sighed as your loyal servant tried their best to hide their anger, yet storming off the moment you dismissed them.
You knew how much that devil loathed failure above all else and who were you to make them go through that?
Cassiel sighed, maybe even moaned, in awe and ecstasy as they witnessed you defending them for once and asserting your dominance to your subordinate.
Oh, how they wished they were Abbadon.
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yandereforme · 5 months
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Yan Oc: Thomas Marten(Teacher)
This man hates teaching
He doesn’t want to be around people
He is a music teacher who is stuck teaching at an arts school because he owed a friend a favor
He doesn’t even have a teaching license, but the school accepted him anyway(they needed more teachers than ever)
You are a straight A student with a glaring problem
You can’t play an instrument
That would be fine if you weren’t forced into a music class your senior year
You need it to graduate so you are trying to suck it up and make it through
This man thinks you are a stuck up goody two shoes who is just expecting an A to be handed to you
Well he’ll put you in your place
He is a somewhat decent teacher to everyone but you
However, he has no patience
He has already made several of your classmates cry/drop out of his class
You won’t though
It’s a matter of pride at this point
This prick won’t stop you from graduating
Then one day, when he pushes you too far
You break
You start cussing him out and psychologically tearing him apart
You tell him exactly how terrible a teacher he is and how he shouldn’t be around any kids and how sick and tired you are of his shit
This was not what he expected, but for some reason he can’t stop staring at you while you rant
The flush of your cheeks, the fire in your eyes, the absolute hatred in your words
It’s …. Intriguing
No one has ever spoken to him like this before
He should be angry at you, but he can’t feel any anger at your actions
By the end of your rant, class ends and you run out of there, leaving him alone with a few wide eyed kids who just saw him get cussed out
He yells at them to leave, and when they do, he collapses into his chair
He can’t get that image of you out of his mind
The next day, you expect him to get you suspended or expelled, but you don’t get called to the office
Instead, classes go on as normal(for the most part, kids are staring at you now(they heard about the exchange and don’t know how you are still alive))
But now Mr. Marten is more focused on you, constantly poking and prodding you, to the point where barely anything gets done in class
All this man wants is to see you like that again, to see you that unrestrained and that unfiltered
He keeps trying to make you get angry at him again
He will fail you to keep you in his class if he can
He will keep track of anyone you get close to, and will take them away
He wants you to lose control on him
And he will do anything to get you like that again
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yandereloveraw · 1 year
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Masochistic yandere Archie ^^ (This man would rather be a brat to invoke your wrath than admit he's a masochist.)
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❤️‍🔥 Sucker For Pain - Imagine Dragons
Middle image made with this picrew:
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gunksh1t · 1 year
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Being edged over and over as they keep fucking into you and bringing you to the brink of cumming before suddenly pulling out and refusing to touch you just as you're about to cum. Giggling at your pathetic whines and watching you desperately hump the air.
All you can do is beg and sob as they repeat it over and over until your thighs are shaking and your face is mess of tears with your eyes rolled back and your head is fuzzy and you can't think about anything except how badly you need to cum and how achy your hole is yet it feels so good;
"Pleasepleasepleaseplease"
Letting out a squeal when they suddenly slap your hole, gasping with each slap until you're throbbing and squirming. A fresh rush of tears spilling onto your cheeks as you shake and moan.
"Pretty baby, don't you know that good little toys don't talk?"
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envy-of-the-apple · 3 months
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Dark! Gojo Satoru x reader (Soulmate Au blurb)
(warnings: dark content, implied kidnapping, implied noncon, masochism)
I really like the idea of soulmates in the JJK world. They're rare, but the reason why they're so coveted is because they are the only person in the world who is immune to their soulmate's cursed technique. 
Being Gojo's soulmate would be like hitting the jackpot, at first. You're a regular person, with no cursed energy. Maybe you and Satoru's hands bump into each other while you're at a cafe, grabbing your respective drinks. To you, it's just an accident. You apologize, make your way out. 
To him, it's like submerging himself into an ice bath. For the first time in years, someone had gotten past his limitless technique. It was so unexpected, and real, and so warm.
Your hands were warm. 
It's the thrill of it that gets him first. The unexpected. No one's ever come close to him. He is the summit of the mountain. The strongest. And yet, there you were, effortlessly able to bypass his barriers without even trying. With women, with Geto, he'd always have to turn his technique off. He'd have to let them do something to him. You could do anything to him, and his powers wouldn't even stop you. You could kick him, punch him, bite him. Anything you wanted, and for once, he'd be powerless to stop you.
He can't detect you with his six eyes. It makes the hunt even better when he catches up to you. It's days of stalking and harassment and the touching that finally makes you snap and slap him. 
It hurts. 
It hurts and he fucking loves it. 
He already made up his mind days ago, but this only cemented it. When he finally takes you home, to his bed, it's euphoric. You scratch and bite and scream and hurt him over and over again. Hours later, when you've passed out from sheer exhaustion, he has more bruises than you do. They'll fade eventually, but that's okay. 
You could always make more. 
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sophiethewitch1 · 3 months
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Thinking about the boys childhood friends to yanderes with a Catwoman's apprentice reader. It's just reader thinking they're playing and goofing around but the boys have a cage and a collar waiting for you. Jason gets your scratches tattooed. Damian thinks that's an insult of the highest order, and just makes sure you regularly replace them by pissing you off constantly.
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aajjks · 11 months
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X = Ex. (m)
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synopsis. He was fucked, but it was you, at least.
pairing: yandere!oc x fem!reader
warnings. yandere, extremely masochistic tendencies, delusional behaviour, bitchy Yn, obsessive thoughts and behaviour, jealousy.
note. manifesting Ezekiel fanart soon <33 enjoy! please talk to him n share feedback 😭💌
check out the first instalment. x
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He can’t stop obsessing over you,
There you are, laughing away with your friends, he’s hiding behind his locker, yet his eyes are focused on you, you are majestic to look at.
Ezekiel is lost in you, he doesn’t understand what is so funny but the way you laugh, your teeth on display, your eye’s crinkled, you make his heartbeat rise.
Even just the sight of you makes him feel so special, for him it’s just you and him, you don’t laugh like that around him though,
It’s merely a fantasy of his that will never come true.
This laugh of yours is almost angelic, he can hear it, but he loves it more when you laugh in a mocking way, especially when he’s the target of it.
Only with him.
He feels his toes curl at the thought, his cheeks heat up, you’re so cruel but only with him.
He loves you for that, because it makes him feel so special, he’s your special boy, Ezekiel inhales a deep breath to contain his composure.
You make him so weak. He loves the feeling.
you’ve finally forgiven him too, even if it was hard to get you to, Ezekiel was so glad that he could be near you again,
Oh he loved to be near you.
He had fucked you so hard after all, the burns of your nails was still fresh, but it wasn’t enough to sustain his desires.
He wished that you would push him in one of the bathrooms and fuck him mercilessly.
Oh, he wanted you so bad.
“Ezekiel?” A voice calls out and the man shake out of his mind, Ezekiel almost curses as he turns his back at you to see who interrupted his day dreaming,
His smile falters.
“Whatever the fuck are YOU doing here?” He grabs her hand and drags her to the empty ground with him, his steps are fast, the woman doesn’t struggle at all.
She only follows behind him.
“What do you mean, Kiel?? This is a college. I’m surprised to see you here.” He halts and a familiar face stands in front of him.
“Why? I study here.” He rolls his eyes at her, all of his excitement was ruined thanks to his ex girlfriend.
“Maya….. fuck off.” He tells her off but the woman smiles, Ezekiel feels like throwing up. It’s too much, he’d rather be inside the halls, staring at you and day dreaming.
“Don’t be so mean, Kiel…. We’ll be seeing each other often now… and who was the girl you were hawking at huh?”
He clicks his tongue. “We broke up, get over it. And don’t you dare talk about her. None of your business!” He almost frowns as he leans close to her,
She makes him feel sick.
“I’ll find out eventually,” Maya, his ex replies, a smirk on her lips as she crosses her arms around her chest. “I missed you, babe.” She whispers.
Ezekiel rolls his eyes at her and pushes her away, “I have to leave.” He looks around and feels relieved for the first time in his at the bell ringing.
But his relief dies down quickly when he spots you looking visibly pissed, leaning against the pillar of the building,
Your cold eyes set on him.
He gulps.
He was fucked.
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yxami · 11 months
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i am in love with caleb and would love to see his more masochist tendencies during their “study sessions” 😏
description: yandere nerd x gn reader, masochism, yandere stuff, bullying mention, nsfw immediately under cut!
After the two of you got comfortable with having certain study sessions, lots of his dirty fantasies would be forced to be repeated out loud.
It wouldn’t take a lot for him to reveal what dirty thoughts he had been having of you. Just a grip on both of his wrists and being on top of him was enough for him to spill it with a red embarrassed face.
He would confess his fantasies of how he’d want you to mark and hurt him with bites and slaps. How he’d love for you to tie him up and edge him for as long as you wanted, maybe with a toy if you so desired!
He would ramble on and on about more until you shut him up with a kiss. You honestly never expected him to want all of this so this came out as a surprise to you! But that didn’t meant you weren’t interested in how it would play out.
You told him to sit still while you went somewhere to go look for some rope. He sat on your bed, nervously grabbing at the sheets wondering what you could possibly be looking for.
You made him come over for a study session but never specified if it was an actual one! It wasn’t like the last few were actual ones either.
Weekly study session turned into you teasing and playing with his body just like now. Caleb was tied up to your bed frame, comfortably leaning his back against it. What wasn’t comforting was the cold air touching his bare stomach as you lifted his shirt.
Your cold digits ran along his sides and it made him shiver. He whimpered that your hands were cold but you still continued. Touching more of his body would warm your hands up after-all!
You slid his pants lower to show more than just below his belly button. He closed his eyes, looking away. Being tied up and touched was probably one of his biggest fantasies with you but now that it was happening he was just a puddle of mess under your touch.
“Your skin is smooth” You mumbled, unintentionally complimenting him. It was warm too, your fingers quickly already accustomed to his body’s heat. You unbutton his pants and inch by inch slowly lowered his pants more.
His bulge poked against his pants and it almost sprung free once his pants were out of the way. Now it was just his boxers covering the sight.
“Tha-thank you” He managed to breath out in embarrassment. He was so vulnerable right now, you could do anything to him. And that only seemed to excite his cock even more.
You grabbed the vibrator you had bought for this occasion. You clicked something and it started buzzing. Caleb instinctively opened his eyes and started looking at you sitting on his lower thigh, ready to tease him.
“You’re-.. gonna use that?” He squirmed in anticipation for what was going to happen. His wrists felt a little sore from twisting them but he could only relish in the fact that it felt just like how you pinned him earlier, maybe that’s why he squirmed more.
“Mhm, are you gonna be able to handle it? Or are you gonna beg me to stop?” You grinned, pressing the vibrator against his thinly covered cock before he could respond.
He yelped, feeling the vibrating sensation against his cock as you teased his nipples. He whimpered and begged you to stop but he bucked into your touch and your vibrator. His body showed his true intentions while his mouth didn’t.
You shoved your fingers in his mouth while you pressed the vibrator against his tip, running it up and down. He desperately sucked on your fingers, panting as he drooled all over them.
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yoru-no-seiiki · 4 months
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DOG BLOOD (狗血)
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YANDERE! PROTAGONIST x SADISTIC! LOVE INTEREST! READER
tw/cw: everyone’s gender is up to interpretation. dddne, yandere themes, violence, suggestive content
but what if you were never the villain, but a love interest.
MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS ARE STRICTLY FORBIDDEN FROM ALL MY POSTS!! LEAVE OR I WILL BLOCK!!
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CASSIEL was a bored, lonely person. Through countless of timelines and people they’ve been with, none have piqued their interest in the slightest.
Even you.
But as a love interest, it was your job to keep them well — interested. Engaged. Entertained by the thought of romancing you.
But they never did.
They always ended up completing the game without touching a single person. Not any of the romancable options nor even the concubines offered to them in their conquests. A solitary existence.
You could only smile as a façade to hide your frustrations, as in some timelines they saw it fit to kill you.
“You . . . “
Your lines were as followed,
‘You can use me however you’d like.’
You said it at least a hundred times now. Your diction, tone, gestures were always perfectly replicated. It was the one line you could say that didn’t result in a horrific torture and death.
But this time, you felt nothing. Fear left you long ago. What was the point of being careful when you knew every outcome of every action and decision?
“You’re bored are you not?”
Cassiel’s head swiveled so quickly you were almost worried it would come right off.
You did the same thing you always did. You climbed their lap. Your hand around atop shoulders. Your face next to their ear.
In many other lifetimes, it’d end with them shoving you off. Maybe even, breaking your legs before outright killing you.
And yet this time it was as different. Stiff.
Your pointer finger grazes across their jaw, to their lips, and then their nose bride as you studied their beautifully crafted features. The protagonist was the Gods’ favorite after all, you never truly had the opportunity to savor that perfectly sculpted face.
“Lie down, be good, and we can have some fun. Shall we, your highness?”
The night was long. The two of you were inexperienced, but you weren’t about to let go of such an opportunity — your stamina be damned.
Adrenaline carried you throughout the night. Their highness’s wet eyelashes and swollen lips were another point of motivation. As they came undone underneath you several times, it all ended when curiosity took hold of you once more and your hands reached their throat.
And you squeezed. Wrenched all the air out of their throat.
Finally, a familiar sight greets you as the world collapses. Because what would it be without its protagonist?
[ RESET COMPLETE : BEGINNING CONSCIOUSNESS UPLOAD ]
You awoke again, back to the same place and time. Your eyes flicked to your hands.
Your heart fluttered.
You reached climax after climax with the royal. The protagonist you sought after for what felt like hundreds and thousands of years.
But nothing felt better than the moment you ended their life instead. The power you felt. You were utterly drunk on it.
In any case, after that event, you slowly began realized how soft the protagonist truly was. The conqueror of the world melted like a puddle when you took the charge, and almost evaporated when you’d coddle or pamper them afterwards.
You also slowly began to realize how much more you needed to get that high once more. Simply killing them wasn’t enough. You wanted them to feel betrayed. You wanted them to scream in horror once you flayed them alive. You wanted them to cry out in fear when you’d chase them down and re-create those times when they’d torture you.
But then, you would catch a smile here and there. In moments where it wasn’t supposed to exist. Cassiel moaning during the times you’d cut open his arms in an attempt to study their body’s anatomy better wasn’t something the pleased you at all. It took away the pleasure of your hobby. The joy you’d receive when you had them to play within your hands. The ecstasy of being the one to bring about pain to your torturer’s favorite.
“Stop making sounds you’re distracting me.”
“My . . . hah . . . apologies. It just feels . . . amazing.”
You paused. Your movements frozen as your mind processed what they just said.
Tch. Turn-off.
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cinnanmonn · 29 days
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🌷𝙱𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴🌷
Yan! Classmate x GN Secret Admirer Reader
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Tw: stalking, dub-con, masterbation
It's so confusing. You like him so much. You could only stare at him in admiration in hopes he'll look at you like that as well.
School was starting to drain you, yet he gave you determination to keep attending to school, just so you could glance at 𝐡𝐢𝐦.
It hurts you to the core, no matter what happens, your just his classmate. You really don't have the balls to talk to him.
The only thing that makes you delusional enough to think you have a chance is the occasional eye contact.
Sometimes you would get caught staring, but instead of looking away or even being disgusted, he flashes you a sweet smile.
He's so damn cute. That's likely the only communication the both of you have.
You really wanted to know more about him. So much that at some point, you followed him home.
You even brought your camera, taking a few sneaky pictures. Whenever you looked through them, you felt a sense of disgust at yourself, yet a tingly and warm feeling in your chest.
You would even stalk his social medias, wanting to know more about his interests and personality. You had found out, he was 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 with tulips. Not even flowers in general, just tulips.
So you gathered the courage to give him some. For the hopes of making him happy. You even practiced on how to give it to him and prepared a reason.
The day came as you go to class, stashing the bouquet of flowers in a paper bag, making sure to hide it.
You couldn't stop staring at the time as the day passed by, it was already time to go home. You were too cowardly and let him leave.
......
I really want to give it to him. No matter how silly this is, I just wanna see him. Right now.
You quickly make your way to him right before he was about to leave.
You shout his name as you run towards him.
"Please wait! " you say, panting heavily. He looks at you, fuck. He's so cute, his eyes, his mouth, his nose, everything.
"Uhm... So I wanted to give these to you since I saw that you were part of gardening club... "
.....What the actual hell. You didn't know what nonsense you were spouting. Heck, he wasn't even part of the gardening club! He's part of the cooking club!
He turns in a 180° degree angle and smiles sweetly, giving you butterflies.
"I'm actually not part of the gardening club, but tulips are my favorite. Thank you. " he takes it and gives a sniff.
"Yeah... " You smile awkwardly from embarrassment and happiness.
"Alright.... I'll get going.... " you quickly turn around and sprint away.
He waves at you, before heading to his own home.
Once he returned home, he couldn't wait. You were too cool. It's all your fault. Now he has a big problem in his pants.
He carefully puts the tulips in a vase, before grabbing one and lying down on his bed, unzipping his pants.
It's so pretty. So pretty, like you. The tulips reminded him of you. Heck, he didn't even need lube. He was already so wet.
He couldn't help but stroke himself by thoughts of you. Did you really care for him like that? Of course you did. You followed him to his home, always looked at him so sweetly, he couldn't handle it.
It drove him crazy. Crazy for you. "A-ahh...! " he could feel himself grow closer to release as he strokes his shaft.
His speed increases, he wants to hump you right now. He wants you to touch him and violate him real bad. He loves you so so so so so much. How do you not know?
The day you met, you were really sweet to him, your pretty figure always helped him when you started high school. Now high school is about to end and that crush still lasts.
But he's so happy you like him back!
He needed you so badly. Every single day, all because of you. The way you stare at him made him frequently need to go to the restroom, the teacher even asked if he had bladder problems or something.
"Mh... Ah... my love....! " he strokes faster as he came, at the thought of you. He looks at his hand, he had seen this sight so many times, look what you've done to him.
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"Ahh.... I wonder what he thought of it. "
Would he think it's weird? Is he disgusted? Did he absolutely love it and kissed it all night?
You could barely sleep that night. Because of the excitement and nervousness, also the weird feeling of someone else watching you.
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𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘! 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔𝚊𝚢, 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 ( ;∀;)
𝙳𝚘 𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝? 𝙲𝚞𝚣 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚗 :𝙳
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heartsforhavik · 28 days
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anon req: ugh i wnna abuse bayani in a twisted and heavy way so bad. that creep would probably like it
a/n: hey so ummmm that part 3 is taking me a hot minute so here's smth small to feed the bayani stans in the meantime. tysm for all the support and patience😇😇 also anon i know u said twisted, but i don't think i went as twisted as u wanted i apologize. also peep my new carl grimes layout rip havik layout 2023-2024. also if u saw me publish this a few mins ago no u didnt
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you can abuse him however you want. kick him, spit on him, or thrash him around like a toy. please take your anger out on him. had a stressful day? feel free to use him as a punching bag. feeling angry or sad for no reason? he’s already on his knees for you to toy with. he'll be fine. you could even tie him up so he doesn't squirm as much. hell, you could even use something as painful as a taser on him and he wouldn't mind. he would enjoy it. bayani would love to be used however you see fit. just ignore the mysterious stain on his crotch.
even if you're rough with him in bed. like if you tease him by using a vibrator to its highest setting and rubbing it against his dick. he'd be begging for you to let him cum, but you would leave him alone right before his release just to torture him a little. bayani would be whining and pathetically trying to grind himself against your leg for some sort of friction, just to feel a little bit of your touch. but you'd leave him alone, and walk away hearing his desperate pleads for you to come back, and his frustrated whimpers as he struggles to cum without your aid.
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ystrike1 · 7 days
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gunksh1t · 11 months
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having a subby top fuck into you and beg you to cum for them and they're so eager to please and make you feel good and they just focus completely on you until their head is fuzzy and they're chanting "pleasepleaseplease cum for me please"
them getting carried away and they can't stop fucking into you so deep and pinning you down with their body and praising you for being so good to them and how badly they wanna keep you coming for them. And suddenly you're clingy and near tears and whimpering while they keep you full and beg you to cum just one more time for them so you let them fuck into your sore hole and sob when they rub your too sensitive tdick and it hurts but still feels so good.
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meiru-sama · 10 months
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♡ Senpai !
This sh¡t contains: NSFW, masochistic tendencies, sub!character, dom!reader
You stared at the male infront of you. His face was red and flushed, he was sweating and slightly panting.
"(Y----Y/N)--" He spoke, his voice lingering with lust and desperation while he placed his trembling hand in the top of yours that was was currently brushing his inner thigh. You hummed in response while you playfully rose a brow.
"Yes senpai ?" You innocently asked like you arent stroking his inner thighs and his hard tent.
"Fuck---im supposed to nghh-- ah!" He let out a moan when you palmed his tent, still looking at him with such innocent eyes.
"Gosh, mister president ~ " you cooed while leaning on his ear making shivers run down his spine, he could feel your hot breath hitting his skin.
"What was the answer to the number 7 again? " you asked while glancing at the paper infront of him, he couldn't keep up to what you were saying, he was too focused on your hands stroking him up and down.
The male pushed his foggy glasses up to his nose before taking a deep breath and trying to calm himself down.
He was about to open his mouth but a sudden moan came out of his mouth when you pushed your hands harder on his member.
"Mister president ~~" you moaned to his ear and he could feel his member hardening by your sweet moans. "Can we just not finish this ? I just want you to tie me down and fuck me rough~" you cooed before showering his neck with kissed. Oh, those dirty talks, the teasing, tying up, gosh he loves those even though he knew he's the one who'll ended up at the bed. Tied, crying and begging for more pleasure while you look down at him pathetically.
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