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#Yandere boyfriend x reader
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Just a silly question but how will cotton react when he saw or knew that y/n REALLY love to eat rabbits and have a weird obsession for eating them? Like. Is he gonna be terrified or he gonna be like "stay away from my child but I still love U tho"
-(I wanna be the 🦖 anon please and yes the ask earlier where I quack was me too )
Cotton x carnivore!darling
Tw: minor body horror, cannibalism, reader can be another hybrid or human, cotton being cotton, blood mentioned. Not proofread 🌺
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🔪he knew there was something wrong with you. From the moment you took him in and nursed him to health. To the way your hands glided over his abdomen and raked down his thighs. Your eyes staring hungrily at his throat. He saw the red flags, but he ignored them, because you made him feel something he thought he hated. Fear. Adrenaline.
🔪when you reluctantly let him go, he begged to stay. He knew he wasn't much of a meal but won't you give him a chance? He'll gladly let you tear open his chest and claw out his intestines. How would you eat him? Raw and fresh? Or cooked and seasoned? The thought excited him beyond belief!
🔪when you had your first litter of children, he quite literally had to pry them from your hold. He loved you but he couldn't risk you eating your newborns. So for the first few months he raised them himself from a distance. The only way he'd let you near them would be if he was close by and had a sedative in hand.
🔪 while quickly becoming a prisoner in your own home, Your shorter than average husband was constantly breathing down your neck, his gaze never leaving your form. And with the help of your offspring, life got even more suffocating. You loved your children, you really did. But you could never really get rid of that little itch in your mouth begging to sink into some meat. When was the last time you had it? You were starving.. you didn't want to eat vegetables anymore..
🔪one night you went missing. How the hell did you break out of the chains he found. He felt his heart stop and scrambled out of your bed. Ears moving around to try and catch any noise. Quickly rushing to the children's rooms, he relaxed in seeing them all safe and sound. Until he heard something from outside. Grabbing the dart gun from his bedside, he stepped out slowly. Following the smell of blood and cracking of what sounded like bones. Going Deeper into the forest...
🔪and there you were. Crouched over the bodies of what seemed like a deer hybrid family. You didn't seem to notice him, happily chewing and tearing at the flesh underneath you. Blood spewing out onto the dirt floor, he swore he could see a little twitch from the mother's hand. Their bones bent in unnatural places and the gashes on their bodies lethal. He slowly approached, standing over you
"there you are.. where have you gone..? you had me so worried honey..."
🔪 you simply stared up at him, licking your bloody lips and dropping the arm you were chewing on. He could feel himself get hard at the sight. Weirdo. Ignoring the corpses next to him, he set down his gun and kissed you softly. Wiping the rest of the blood off you with his shirt. He learns quickly that once you've eaten meat, you don't need to eat it for a good while. Expect him to hunt down his fellow hybrids for you in the near future. After all, what kind of husband would he be if he kept neglecting your needs?
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suiana · 11 months
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✎ yandere! boyfriend headcanons . . .
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✎ warnings . . .
― obsessiveness, possessiveness, manipulation, mentions of murder, delusional yandere
(gn! reader x male yandere! oc)
✎ yandere! boyfriend who's extremely handsome and charming. getting anything he wants with just a slight pout and a little begging. that includes you.
✎ yandere! boyfriend who's been obsessed with you ever since he met you. he just can't get you out of his head! you're so stunning... so perfect... you're the only one for him! his only equal!
✎ yandere! boyfriend who gets his followers to find out more about you. while yes, he can find out about you himself... he finds it tedious, thus giving the job to his minions who would do anything for him.
✎ yandere! boyfriend who coincidentally keeps bumping into you. oh my! it must be fate! no he just got your schedule from his minions and scheduled days to bump into you.
✎ yandere! boyfriend who's over the moon when you finally decide to go out with him. yes! his one true equal is finally his! his!
✎ yandere! boyfriend who can't believe his eyes when you give him a present for his birthday. for him? oh geez, you're so in love with him aren't you? he knew that you're the one for him! let's die together!
✎ yandere! boyfriend who gets you to forgive him with begging and faux tears. no he won't say sorry because he did nothing wrong. was it so wrong to get his minions to kill the guy who looked at you too long? no! so he won't apologize! but please forgive him :( you did forgive him in the end. pretty privilege won.
✎ yandere! boyfriend who feeds you lies and half truths about people. you'll believe him won't you? he's your boyfriend after all! sure, he may be a little weird and irritated when you bring up how he's too possessive or clingy but isn't that what people in love do?! he's just in love with you! and there's nothing wrong with that :)
✎ "darling-! it's all for your own good! please... no I'm not manipulating you, it's all in your head ♡"
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ryzl · 1 year
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imagine a yandere! florist 🌷
yandere! florist who is tired of his every day life. it is a never ending cycle
that is until . . . . . he saw YOU ♡
yandere! florist who, at first, doesn't care. he just saw you as a normal person (with unreal beauty, might i add) who just happens to always visit the bookstore in front of the flower shop he works on
yandere! florist who starts to see you frequently, and couldn't help but get curious as to why you always visit the bookstore in front of the shop.
i mean, could you at least go to HIS shop? pretty please? 😩
yandere! florist who couldn't help but feel overjoyed when you actually went to his shop. hooray for him
saying you ordered for a bouquet of ROSES. hmmm red?
i wonder who is it for ? your lover maybe? oh no that shouldn't be possible. you are his.
so when yandere! florist asked who's it for, you should answer honestly, alright? SO WHO'S IT FOR?
oh? what you've ordered was wrong? whew, you almost gave him a heart attack darling :3
it's actually WHITE ROSES, for a family member ig???
yandere! florist who prepared the bouquet for you (lmao expect his number on a seperate card inside the bouquet)
yandere! florist who told you to come anytime :> you are always welcome here 🥳
yandere! florist who starts to stalk you on the daily. :))
no problem with that right??? yeah, thought so too.
yandere! florist who figured out where you live !!!!
you can expect random flowers that are associated with "romantic love" by your door step :> you're welcome, my dearest.
oh love, it's very fun seeing you look around for whoever the flowers are from. you look so cute :3 he wanna squish you :>
yandere! florist who (finally) mustered up enough courage to actually give the flowers to you. FACE TO FACE 🙀
like omg can this even get any more creepier ROMANTIC?
yandere! florist who did his very best to pour all his affection to you :>
in short, he's proving to you that he's hubby material 🥰🥰🥰
yandere! florist who has vendetta against the librarian
yes he considers that librarian his rival when it comes to winning your love ♡
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to anyone who wants to add anything in here, feel free to do so :>
yeah this is so rushed >:D anyways, i would like to thank everyone for supporting my mini writings :3 (love lots)
and btw mga dude, there will be a yandere! librarian next. ay na'spill. keme keme keme :3 see you next time guys
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elusive---ivory · 11 months
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Yandere!Vampire x Reader
Hey!! Howdy!! fics have been a little slow, but!! I am still getting used to writing again, so please bear with me. My requests are still open!! Please help me with ideas!!!
Warnings: mentions of blood, nsfw mentions, violence, yandere tendencies, kidnapping, murder.
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A vampire's life is filled with solitude. He is distraught with grief. After living in the human world for over a thousand years, he found life on this Earth monotonous and dreary. He's experienced the world, but his heart is still empty. His thirst for blood lives on. He yearns for a companion.
However, he has yet to find the right one. Until you came along. You were walking with your friends late at night. He was looking for a new host to feed on. His thirst led him to follow you, closely. You were interesting to watch. Usually, he didn't find mortals interesting, but when you were out with your friends, you got up to all kinds of mischief. Your friends were pranking people's houses, while you were looking for cats to pick up from the street and pet them.
He smirked. Frankly, human life was meaningless to him. But, why does a small human like you interest him so?
He couldn't bring himself to drink from you, so he took another victim instead. He trapped himself in his mansion. You didn't leave his thoughts. His servant was worried about their dear vampire master. His chambers weren't disturbed. His cold heart started to beat again in his chest. You were the person that he wanted to spend eternity with.
His servant was the first person to catch onto their master's lovesick expression. On the cover of the night, they went to your home and abducted you while you were deeply asleep. You woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. The mansion was huge with spiraling staircases, and a large portrait of the Vampire sitting in the living room.
You were confused as to how you got into some goth dude's mansion. The servant was making human food in the kitchen. You walked in, surprised at the little man at the stove.
"Oh good, you're awake." The servant muttered sarcastically. "The master requests that you eat this human slop." It was a beautifully made plate of waffles, pancakes, and fruit all laid out on a plate.
"Wow! I don't know if I can eat all that." You said, smiling gently. You sit down at the table and began to take as much as you would like. "Thank you so much."
The servant scoffed, stepping down from their stepping stool. "Don't thank me. You should thank the master. He's the one that didn't kill you."
"The 'master'? Is he the guy that owns this place?" You asked, looking around the kitchen. Curtains wrapped in tin foil decorated the kitchen, as well as most of the giant home. You began to piece together what kind of person who might live here.
"Yes, of course. You should get dressed. There are clothes for you on the table." The servant sipped their tea. "Hurry up!" They scolded.
You looked at the outfit. It was a gorgeous Victorian gown with a deep red color and it was velvet to the touch. You smiled, running back up to your bedroom. Putting on this dress was like a dream. The corset fit nicely and wasn't as suffocating as most corsets of the era were. The dress hung snugly around your waist.
You looked at yourself in the mirror. It was very rare that you'd find yourself enjoying your appearance. You smiled to yourself while fixing your hair. You felt something like a ghost touch your neck gently. When you whipped your head around, you found no one there.
You could hear an airy laugh as you opened your bedroom door. A chill ran down your spine. You didn't want to think the house was haunted, but with vampires existing, ghosts aren't a farfetched idea.
You helped Servant for hours on end. You were getting ready for the arrival of the Master. You looked at the portrait of the Vampire again, and you heard that laugh once again. This time it was right inside your ear.
"Enjoying my masterpiece, kitten?" The Vampire purred deeply.
You jumped, turning your head, looking directly at the master of the household. You blush immensely, trying to maintain eye contact. You find yourself stuck on words. Before you go to say something, the vampire interrupts.
"Did a cat cut your tongue, dear girl? Please, speak. Tell me your name, darling." He pulled you close, placing his slender hand on your hip. "Could I call you 'Kitty'?"
You were taken aback by all of this sudden affection. While you were very flattered, the Vampire could tell that you didn't trust him with your heart.
He smiled softly. "I don't mean to frighten you, dear. I simply want to have a meal with you."
You gulped, nodding slowly. "Alright, but afterwards, you have to let me go."
The Vampire chuckled darkly. "Of course, my love. I promise you'll be able to leave immediately after."
He looked over at the Servant, who simply pushed their glasses up.
You sat across the vampire with a long wooden table divided them. You looked at your meal, it was a combination of all your favorite meals. You were frankly shocked.
The Vampire watched you with a smile. A tall grin appeared on his lips. He watched you eat like a wolf watching his prey. You were oblivious.
When you were finished, his eyes were glued to the plate. You got up from your chair, wiping your mouth off with a napkin. "Thank you for the meal, dear sir. But, I must be going."
The Vampire grinned sinisterly. "Oh? Aren't you going to stay for dessert?" The Vampire used his powers to pull you towards him from across the table.
He pulled you into his arms. His pupils glowed a bright red. His pointed teeth grazed your skin, then he bite into you, drinking you slowly.
The feeling of being drained slowly was a wonderful feeling. For a moment, the sharp pain in your neck didn't matter compared to the euphoria. You fall to your knees, half-drunk, while the pain in your neck starts to bulge.
The Vampire handed you a tiny vile. "Drink, my love. Drink and spend eternity with me."
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cutieshonie · 2 months
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♪ → 愛してます ! ← ♪
→ pairing ; yandere!photographer x gn!reader
→ content.warning ; yandere, smut, blood, gn!reader, male! yandere, murder, mating press, making out, unhealthy relationship, toxic relationship, abuse, dubcon, selfharm, yandere photographer is your boyfriend as well which is why it says yandere!boyfriend in the tags!
→ notes. ; my bae(@cutiesgawr) was supposed to write this but she is so sweet that she let me have the idea <3 ; changed ideas, which is why it says yandere boyfriend but he is your boyfriend anyways!
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Yandere!photographer who you met when you were walking and he saw you! He had to take a picture of you, he was in the photography club, you posed for his picture. He treasures that photo of you.
Yandere!photographer who treasures all the pictures he takes of you with his camera, how couldn't he?! You were so perfect and you were the perfect one for his pictures that he was missing!
Yandere!photographer who gets all happy when you feel inlove with him, he gets so giggly when you accept his confession!
Yandere!boyfriend who will do anything to keep you with him, his hands on your body as he can finally say that you are his and he is yours. Everything his. You were so precious and there's no way that he will let you leave him.
Yandere!boyfriend who will punch and stab for you, he can't let anyone harm his baby! He has to make sure yourself and when you feel proud of him... He gets his present, you. Under him, writhing in pleasure as your legs tremble and your hands grip at his chest.
Yandere!boyfriend who touches your sex, over and over even when you're taking a break from climaxing. His finger press down in your sex as he smiles. He knows that only he has this affect on you.
Yandere!boyfriend who scares away your friends, why are you sad? You should be happy that those rats are gone! You only need him in your life anyway so what's the point of crying?
Yandere!boyfriend who accidentally(not) kills your best friend, he didn't mean it, let him please you and forget about that whore Rat! Who goes on his knees and his tongue lands on your sex.
Yandere!boyfriend who makes you cry due to pleasure or is it of sadness? He loves your tears, your cute hands on his chest, as you weakly hit at his chest. He just finds you so cute, his hand grips hard at your arm when you hit his face, seems like he was to teach you a lesson, ah.
Yandere!boyfriend who breaks down when you say that you want to break up, hands balled in a fist as he stares at you. Eyes twitching, he can't believe what he is hearing....
Yandere!photographer who breaks stuff in his house, breaking mirrors and furniture. Everything including himself, he grabs a knife and cuts into his skin. Writing your initials into your skin with his blood, he will take the best photo of you.
Yandere!photographer who finds you when you're taking your morning walk, you were beautiful in your outfit, his smile as he nervously grips onto the knife. His camera in hand, you were going to look so beautiful...
Yandere!photographer who stabs the knife into you, your face of surprise as you fall onto the pile of leaves. His smile never leaving as he cuts himself, mixing your and his blood together.
Yandere!photographer who draws a heart on your face and his initials on your face, he smiles at you. Backing away as he snaps a picture.
He looks down at his camera, as the picture slowly prints, he looks at the photo, you were so beautiful. Your sweet body and pretty face with your pretty blood, oh how he adores you!
He blinks as his eyes widen, the camera and photo falling onto the ground, his eyes widen in surprise. You grab the knife from his hand as you stab his chest and face, his hands falling to the side as your vision shows black dots.
You fall down next to him as you look up at the sky, your chest hurts and your head hurts, it's getting harder for you to breath. Your eyes close.... Atleast you got your revenge on him, you let the blackness take over you.
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ninelieswithme · 10 months
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Aᴅɪᴇɴ
Aᴅɪᴇɴ ɪs ᴀ ᴛᴀʟʟ-ɪsʜ (5.11) ᴍᴀʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴠᴇʀʏ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ sᴛᴀᴄʜᴇʀ (ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʙɪɢ ᴛɪᴛs ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ sǫᴜᴇᴇᴢᴇ) ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʟɪɢʜᴛ sᴋɪɴ ᴄᴏʟᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴍᴀʟʟ ᴛᴀɴ ʟɪɴᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴄᴀʀ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʟᴇꜰᴛ ʜɪᴘ ʙʏ ʜɪs ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴀʙᴜsᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴀʟ ʜᴀʀᴅsʜɪᴘ’s ᴀs ᴏɴᴇ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ’s ʙɪɢɢᴇsᴛ ᴇɴᴛʀᴇᴘʀᴇɴᴇᴜʀ’s.
ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴋᴀɪᴛᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴏᴄ’s ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ɴᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟ ᴀɢᴇ ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ɪs ᴍᴀʟᴇ (ᴘʜʏsɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ 😏, ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ sᴇᴇ ʜɪs ᴛʜɪᴄᴋ ᴅɪᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴀʟʟ’s ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ~).
ʜɪs ᴄᴏʀᴇ sᴛʏʟᴇ ɪs ʏᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴀᴡᴀɪɪ ᴄᴏʀᴇ :), ʜᴇ ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ᴡᴇᴀʀs ᴀ ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴘᴜʀᴘʟᴇ ᴏᴜᴛꜰɪᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴏꜰᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴛᴇsʏ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏᴜʀ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍɪɴɪ ᴋᴀʀᴏᴍɪ’s ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪs ʜɪɢʜ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʙᴀɢ (ʙɪɢ ᴋᴀʀᴏᴍɪ ꜰᴀɴ).
ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ sʜᴏʀᴛ ᴘᴜʀᴇ ʙʀᴏᴡɴ ʜᴀɪʀ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴋᴀʀᴏᴍɪ ᴘɪɴ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sɪᴅᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs ʜᴀɪʀ sᴛʏʟᴇ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ʜᴀᴢᴇʟ ᴇʏᴇs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ sᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴅᴇᴍᴇᴀɴᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴏ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ (ᴇxᴄᴇᴘᴛ ᴏꜰ ʜɪs/ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴇsᴛ’s), ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴀᴍᴀᴢɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ sᴛʀᴏɴɢ sᴛʀᴜᴄᴛᴜʀᴇ (ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴀ 8 ᴘᴀᴄᴋ 😏, ᴛʜᴀᴛs ᴀʟsᴏ ɪᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ɢʀᴏᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛᴡɪsᴛ ʜɪs ɴɪᴘ’s).
ʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ ʜᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴀ ꜰᴇᴡ ʜᴇɪʀ’s tᴏ ʜɪs ꜰᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ, ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ.
ʜᴇ ɪs ᴀ ESFP ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ɢᴇᴍɪɴɪ ᴛᴏᴏ.
ʜᴇ’s ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ 8.1 ɪɴᴄʜ’s ᴀɴᴅ 1.4 ɢɪʀᴛʜ “ɪs ʜᴇ ʀᴏᴜɢʜ?“ ɴᴏ sᴜᴘʀɪsɪɴɢʟʏ (ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛᴀᴍᴇ ʜɪs ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙʀᴀᴛʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟ ɪꜰ ʜᴇ ʜᴀs ᴛᴏᴏ).
ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ᴀᴅɪᴇɴ ᴍᴇᴀɴs “ʜᴀɴᴅsᴏᴍᴇ” ᴏʀ “ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴜʀᴇ ɢɪᴠᴇɴ” ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪʙʟᴇ ᴀs ᴡᴇʟʟ :).
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ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋs ᴜ ɢᴜʏ’s :)
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ozzgin · 1 month
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Yandere! House Monster x Reader
Listen, I woke up in cold sweat at 4am with a vision: you and your stereotypically unavailable gamer boyfriend have moved into a new house. You find out very soon it's not as empty as you had assumed, but your worries fall on deaf ears. The tentacle monster lurking in dark corners just wants to make sure you're not lonely.
[Second Part]
Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance (mildly NSFW)
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You didn't notice anything strange at first. Maybe it was considering its prey. You'd found a cheap, old house available for rent, and your boyfriend couldn't refuse the extra space for his mancave.
Oh, you poor thing. It watched your lonely evenings, your empty bed at night, your futile attempts to spend more time with your beloved partner. It had originally planned to devour your souls and await the next foolish mortals to enter its realm, but seeing your pitiful state prompted a change of heart. Metaphorical heart, of course.
It started gradually: testing the waters, or what you'd call a courting attempt. Doors opening by themselves, disembodied eyes lovingly gazing at you from the nearby walls. Dark tendrils making their way out of the shadows, just to announce its presence.
"I think this place might be cursed", you told your boyfriend one evening. "I've been stalked by amorphous silhouettes of blight and terror, and they whisper ancient blasphemies to me at night." He let out a worried shout and slapped the desk. "That's cool, babe. I'm kind of losing right now, though, so perhaps give me a minute?"
One night you were awakened from your slumber by a warm touch sliding across your body. You smiled into your pillow as the cheeky hands made their way down, fondling your curves and hungrily searching for your sensitive areas. You let out a soft moan, enjoying the moment, until you heard your boyfriend yell from the other room. Your eyes shot open.
The hands lewdly groping your privates were, in fact, tentacles. Your first reaction was to gasp, but you were quickly silenced by another slippery appendage pressing against your lips. Shh, shh. Allow the creature to do its thing, dear. Surely enough, within minutes you were a drooling mess, holding onto the sheets for dear life.
"You've been in a good mood lately", you boyfriend remarks, idly scrolling on his phone and crunching on his breakfast cereal. You ponder if you should tell him you've been fucked relentlessly by a monstrous creature inhabiting your new home. You glance at the counter and smirk, remembering how you just had to wipe your wet mess from it a few hours ago. "Keep it that way, hun, I could get used to not being pestered every hour", the man jokes with a laugh.
Does it count as cheating if your affair partner isn't really human? Although, you have to wonder if you're still dating to begin with. From the corner of your eye, you can discern faint movement above the young man, a shadow looming menacingly. The eldritch monster would not hesitate to tear your poor boyfriend apart if he tried to mess with its belonging.
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werecreature-addicted · 2 months
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part one
Fallen angel who can't help but crave sex every moment after you two make love for the first time. He doesn't want to eat or sleep or work, he wants to be balls deep inside your perfect cunt. He's only ever known Devotion, not even as a form of love, but as a way of life, now that he's lost his god he has nothing to devote himself to except for your perfect body and the holy way you cum. He eats you out with the same diligence as he used to pray. He knows your body the way a priest knows the bible. Your cries of pleasure are like gospel music. divine.
He drizzles honey over your tits and sucks your skin clean again, lavishing you with his tongue, teasing your nipples with his teeth. If you're worried that he's not eating enough he'll gladly take every meal at the alter of your breasts.
He feels unworthy when you bathe him, no amount of soap will make him clean again. He doesn't deserve your soft affection. if anything, he should be bathing you, kneeling at your feet, bringing warm water over your body, tenderly washing every inch. but he's not the worshiper he once was, he gets distracted, and he strokes your pussy slowly back and forth, the soap long forgotten as he "cleans" you. He strokes your clit slowly, his breath fluttering as you twitch against the pad of his fingers. He's so lucky to be in the cult of your love, your first and only follower. Normally he knows that people would try to share this pleasure, this sanctum, but the thought of sharing you twists him inside. He thinks he'd kill anyone else who tried to worship you the way he does.
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rxmye · 11 days
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" 𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 "
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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐉𝐎𝐂𝐊 — a confident athlete who turns into pathetic putty at the thought of you . . .
nsfw / sixteen + content / smut / gender neutral reader / yandere content / sub!yandere / masturbation / pervert yandere (he literally breaks into the locker room for your shit) / olfactophilia/osmolagnia (scent/smell kink) / dacryphilia (kink for crying) / breath play / yandere oc x reader
masterlist | requesting rules | character info . . . a/n: haven't wrote smut in awhile, so im a bit rusty . . .
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Lucas dangled the keys in his hands, a grin playing on his face as he walked towards the locker room—using the key to unlock the door—it was pretty easy grabbing the keys from the janitor's room, not that this school was particularly secure with their locks. It would be pretty easy breaking in, if he tried hard enough . . 
Lucas scanned the area, looking through each locker trying to find which one was yours . . he had your lock combination memorized, though he did get a little help from a friend in order to figure it out.
His hands reached for the clothes that you had left in your locker, lifting it up to his face, eyes going half lidded as he inhaled your intoxicating scent, he felt his face growing warm and his body growing weak. Lucas leaned down onto the lockers for support, almost losing balance as he slid down onto the floor.
Lucas pressed the flimsy piece of clothing further onto his face, engulfing himself in your smell—so much so that he could almost taste you—all the while his other hand travelled downwards, clumsily unbuckling his pants in a hurry . . hasty movements contradicted his rational mind, not bothering to care if he'd get caught.
He slid his pants down, just enough to reveal his semi-hard cock—a soft whine escaped him at the feeling of the cold air—his free hand now teasing his tip, as he relaxed his body, closing his eyes shut . .—imagining how disgusted you'd be seeing him in this pitiful state— . . that really turned him on, he cussed under his breath at how pitiful and pathetic his thoughts were . .
Lucas wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, slowly moving his hand up and down—his vision growing hazy—as he let out breathy sighs of pleasure—whines growing louder when he moved his hand faster.
Lucas stuffed the clothing he took, and pushed it into his mouth—drool escaped the corners of his mouth—blocking his ability make a sound, as he moved his hand faster around his cock—little tear droplets stinging his eyes, as he felt his legs shake slightly at the sheer pleasure—he used his now free hand to pinch his nose, closing his only source of air . . .
All he could taste was you, the clothing taking away all the moisture in his mouth, as tears begin to escape his eyes, saliva escaping the corners of his mouth, dripping onto his clothing—his legs began to convulse—his back arching slightly, as he finally came, all over the floor . . .
Lucas spat out the fabric, "fuck", the bell rang . . How is he gonna clean up this mess fast enough? . .
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@ rxmye , do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work/theme without prior permission and or confirmation.
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yanderenightmare · 1 month
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TW: nsfw, noncon, toxic boyfriend
gn reader
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Thinking abut the type of boyfriend who just shows up uninvited. At your doorstep, ringing your doorbell with dumb flowers in his hands and a dumb smile on his face. And yeah, it was charming the first couple of times… but you broke up with him over a month ago, and he still won’t leave you alone.
He’s never been one to listen, which is one of the reasons you had to break up with him in the first place. Another reason is his tendency to blatantly disregard how terrified he makes you feel.
The bouquet is left on the floor, flower petals trambled into sad, broken pieces. 
The worst part is that he knows it’s wrong—so very wrong—and still, he has the audacity to coo and hush you when he pins you to your bed. “Please don’t cry, please—I’m not gonna hurt you,” 
He’s on the verge of tears himself. In fact, he looks even worse off than you, tortured while listening to beg him to stop—crying, “Puh-please—please don’t do this, please—get off me!” 
But it’s just so unfair—he wants you back so badly. He never agreed to let you go in the first place. It’s so unfair of you. You loved him once—you can’t just change your mind. You belong to him—you told him as much when you were together. You’re not allowed to take it back. Vows are binding.
“Please don’t cry—I promise, I’m not gonna hurt you—I would never—I love you, I love you so much, I can’t stop.” He keeps vowing, licking your face and sucking your cheeks free of salt, lapping it up as you weep.
Beyond desperate and heaving for breath, you still use all your strength trying to tug your wrists loose from the strong fist keeping them pinned—but to no avail. Only left choking on your cries while feeling his other hand wander about between your trembling thighs.
“You said you were mine…”
“No, please—please don’t, please!”
But he doesn’t listen. 
He’s stuck between hating you for not loving him back and hating himself for not being able to let you go. He’s always been so selfish, but he just can’t seem to help himself. 
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BNHA – Deku, Shoto, Denki, Kirishima, Hawks, Mirio
JJK – Gojo, Yuji
HQ – Kuro, Bokuto, Miya twins
DS – Zenitsu
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angelltheninth · 15 days
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Dating a Yandere Bandboy
Pairing: Male!Yandere Bandboy x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, gaslighting, yandere behavior, concerts, kissing, love songs, backstage make out sessions, jealousy, marks, scratching, fingering, sex toys in public, masturbation
A/N: Never been with a bandboy but I know they're pupular.
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Yandere!Bandboy writes every song for you. Runs the lyrics by you before performance to get your approval. At least so he says but he's already decided that he's gonna sing this song for you, but he asks anyway because he wants your approval early.
Yandere!Bandboy gives you his band shirt after as soon as they're done making them. You have to be the one to wear it first. Insists that you wear it to every concert, you look better in it than any fangirl that attends.
Yandere!Bandboy calls you late at night to tell you song ideas he's come up with while thinking of you. You've always been his inspiration, when he lacks it he only needs to take you out on a date and he's writing again. And you wouldn't want his band to run out of songs now.
Yandere!Bandboy needs you to give him a good luck kiss before every performance. It often turns into a lot more than a kiss with you ending up on the couch and his hips grinding against you between your legs. He can't go on the stage with a tent in his pants, he needs this, needs you.
Yandere!Bandboy wears long shirts that hide the scratch marks you leave on his back. His naked body is only for you. Every other fangirl can have their wet dreams about him but he assures you that you are and will always be the only girl in his life.
Yandere!Bandboy hates it when he sees posters of other bands in your room. You're not cheating on him are you, listening other men's voices before bed, or while you're masturbating? Only his voice right? It's the only one that gets you off.
Yandere!Bandboy makes you look at those other posters while he fucks you, bounces you up and down on his cock with your pussy on display. He would, and will do this for real if you keep looking at other bands. He's not above fucking you in front of them, making them see where there place is while he puts you in your place.
Yandere!Bandboy insists that you wear a toy while attending his band practices. You have to sit perfectly still on that couch, pretending like your pussy isn't making a mess of it because of the vibrator that's activated and controlled by his voice. Can't even get up from your seat because if you do his bandmates would see the wet stain on it.
Yandere!Bandboy fingers you in the back of the tour bus his friends rented. Under the soft blankets, away from view while he casually talks with his friends. His hands, his fingers are important to him so he needs to practice with them always.
Yandere!Bandboy always looks at you while singing, he needs to make sure you know every song, every word, every note is played for you. Doesn't see the crowd, the cheers, only you and your dazzling eyes. You are all that matters, his sole reason for performing.
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Morning, Queenie. I saw you rebloged the thing about a Cowboy's hat and I can't stop thinking about how big daddy might do that..teehee
Love,
🐁 anon
🐂How did you end up like this. Big daddy's hat nearly falling off your head as you cling to the hay bale you're getting fucked on for dear life, trying to stay quiet.
🐂 You were making conversation with him during one of the farm owners annual spring festivals. You teased him about his hat, trying to knock it off and squaring up. But he mistook it as something completely different.
🐂He plopped his hat on you, and you being the none the wiser, happily ran around with it. After a while he asked you if you liked wearing his hat, and you said yes. He asked you again if you'd like to see another hat, but it was much bigger. You hesitantly nodded
🐂Next thing you knew, you were picked up like a sack of potatoes and taken into one of the more isolated barns. He gently took off your overalls and coerced you onto a hay bale. You tried wriggling away but a firm slap against your ass made you stop
🐂Wasting no time in ripping off your undies and prepping you open (he didn't wear any clothes, mainly because he was stubborn and so hairy.) You let out a gasp, feeling his wet tongue wiggle into your tight hole and working his way in. You were so thankful you shaved that morning.
🐂He didn't let you leave that barn until your legs were turned to jelly and his body covered in your fluids. Mrs.bené gave you a knowing smile as you made your way back to the party. You're never going to live this down.
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suiana · 10 months
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I love your inspired by Tomie yandere bf so bad!!! Can I ask what he will do if the reader won't play along just because he's pretty? I want to self insert bc I wouldn't excuse murder even if I find this guy HELLA attractive and would be creeped out if someone was stalking me 😩 (sorry if its too much to ask)
Love you non the less 💕
Your new "🤏🍷" anon
he'd be UPSET. bro would be >:( 25/8 AND HED THROW TANTRUMS
yandere! boyfriend x gn reader
"what?! what do you mean you hate it?!"
"...you're acting like a child. why would I enjoy you hurting others?"
"because they hurt you! why can't you see I'm just getting revenge for you?! I do this because I love you!"
it's the nth time this week that your boyfriend was throwing a tantrum. this time, it was about you not appreciating his 'acts of punishment' towards those who hurt you. you know, it wasn't as bad as compared to the other times he did something like this but you couldn't stand him using your name for something like this.
your boyfriend was a obsessive, jealous and possessive guy. really, he'd have the head of anyone who tried to take you from him and he wouldn't have any remorse! because he loves you that much that he can't care less about the lives of others. to him, they're all trash. worthless flies meant to be used and discarded.
even moreso the people who show interest in you. those people aren't even meant to be used! just thrown away like trash! and that was exactly what he did towards the girl who asked for your number.
"she didn't even do anything wrong."
"she dared to ask for your number! your! number!"
you sighed, shaking your head as your boyfriend started complaining about how she didn't even deserve to have a glance in your direction. honestly! he was so damn clingy and possessive at times that you wished he'd just shut up. it didn't matter that he was attractive. he was hurting others just simply because of his obsession.
and that's not even the worst of it! he had even stalked you! broke into your house and was being a total creep and criminal! but of course... he used his beauty to his advantage. who would believe such a handsome and beautiful guy like him did such a thing, hm? and he was your boyfriend too! why would your boyfriend do such a thing? you're just being delusional.
to be honest you couldn't keep up with his behaviour. it was exhausting. but you couldn't even break up with him if you wanted to. because whenever you tried, something horrible would happen. accidents, bank account freezing, his fans attempting to murder you... you'd be better off just staying with him.
"can't you see? I'm just trying to protect and love you, darling..."
you kept quiet.
oh well. there was no escape from him. he'd always be there for you whether you liked it or not. so, you decided to push aside the nagging guilt and have some rest. it was already late at night after all.
"...let's just sleep already."
he smiled.
"good job darling! let's go~!"
you should've never had met him.
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ryzl · 1 year
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imagine a yandere! senior
yandere! senior who is the top of his class ofc (typical smartass-)
yandere! senior who looks ridiculously good even when stressed 😤 #unfair
yandere! senior who smells like a baby :)) and yes i did include this to fuel my needs- jk
yandere! senior who is very observant of his surroundings. and that is how he saw YOU ♡
yandere! senior noticed that not only are you struggling but you're also very stressed out
yandere! senior who offered to help you with whatever you're struggling with ♡
yandere! senior who dedicated an entire day just for you ♡ (to teach you ofc)
yandere! senior who wants to meet you the next day at the public library at 5:00 pm SHARP
yandere! senior who purposely made the study session longer in order to get you "tired" so that he can take you home with ease-
yandere! senior who went ahead and took you to his house (you are unconscious ofc)
yandere! senior who lays you on his bed to provide comfort
- the softness of his bed is to die for 👹👹
yandere! senior who prepared breakfast the next day 🥰
yandere! senior who keeps doing these "domestic" things to get you to fall for him ...
and fall you did, gosh y'know what they say
"nasa huli ang pagsisisi"  or "repentance comes in the end"
... ... ... ... ... ... ...
" y/n don't forget our study session after school. you don't wanna be punished right? be a good girl and obey ME "
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i am sorry for this rushed work ;-; to anyone who would like to add something to this work for it to improve, it is very much appreciated ♡♡♡
— ryzl
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elusive---ivory · 11 months
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Yandere!Emo-Boyfriend x GN!Reader
These ideas keep coming to me like a plague of moths. I saw a fic today that had this same theme, and I wanted it to be longer. Whoever had this original idea gets all the credit, I just wanted to make my own thing, lmaooooooo. TW: manipulation, gore, gaslighting, emo things, mentions of bullying, and depression.
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The Emo Boy in your class was a shy kid. He didn't want much to do with anyone. He felt quite reserved and isolated from the crowd. He'd do anything to fit in with the popular crowd. But, as he soon realized, he would never be like the other kids. He wore his hair down, with swoopy bangs.
Ezra was an emotional time bomb, with a fascination for gore and fantasy horror. Ever since he was a small boy, he deeply loved horror. He often wondered what killing someone and taking their blood would be like. His mind was often filled with dark things.
He could understand that people were put off by his morbid interests. One day, Ezra brought in a dead rabbit, hoping to get a reaction out of the popular people. He had bumped into you, accidentally throwing the dead rabbit on the ground.
"Woah, watch it!" Ezra snapped. He glared at you for a second, then his expression soften. He wasn't too interested in a lot of people, but as you smiled and picked up the dead rabbit.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to ruin your science project." You said, kindly.
"Uh, it's not for a science project. It's for a prank, dweeb." He quickly ran off. Ezra felt his heart palpitate. The feeling he had in his chest lingered throughout the day. He never had crushes, but maybe you were different. All the other people in the school hated him.
You were like his saving grace. Ezra was drawn near you. Unwillingly, he began to sit by you at lunch. Ezra would usually chug his monster, then wolf down most of his lunch before the bell rang, but today was different. He sat next to you and handed you a note.
Written in very fine handwriting that read,
'Will you go out with me?'
You were very flattered by the offer. After all, he was quite handsome. You walked up to him, pulling him into an embrace. Ezra was surprised. He expected the worst, but he pulled you close, resting his chin on top of your head.
You were wonderful to him. You watched all his favorite horror movies with him. You'd talk to him for hours about your day, and he was captivated by your little habits. You were like breathing to him. Ezra couldn't remember his life without you. Ezra would give you dead roses, and trinkets he'd find on the side of the road. You would give him your love in return. Ezra enjoyed your kisses. Whether it be on the mouth or cheek, he would be drunk off the taste of your lips.
His taste for dead things never subsided. Ezra would show you all the latest roadkill he'd find. Unlike most of your classmates, you encouraged this behavior. Collecting bones slowly became your hobby.
He became protective over you. People couldn't just walk up and talk to you. They needed to talk to Ezra first. He would shake anyone he didn't approve of away. Most of the time, Ezra's insecurities would manifest in unhealthy ways. Ezra wouldn't have a direct conversation about it. He prefers to suffer alone, even though you love him with all your heart.
When people get too close to you, his insecurity comes out. He's terrified of losing you, so anyone that shows little interest must be eliminated. You notice slowly your social circle starts to get smaller and smaller. Maybe you didn't need those people, but you were concerned when people you knew started showing up missing.
There was a boy in your math class that you were working with. Ezra must've caught you working with him. This sent him into a frenzy. Ezra was a very jealous man. No one else should be alone with you. Doesn't everyone know that you're in his bleeding heart?
Ezra stalked the boy. He followed him home and waited for the right time to strike. He killed him, disposing of his body in the pond. When you inquired about the red on his shoes the next day, he simply said, "Oh, darling, that's just from painting my car. You don't need to worry about it. I love you."
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scara-writes · 23 days
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paramour
Yandere!Cheating Duke X Duchess! Reader X Yandere!Lover Servant
I just want to write a reader who has the same/more power as/to the yandere(s).
The setting is still in the fantasy/manhwa world, medivial, any setting as long it's not modern.
CW: two yandere, rivals, cheating, consent smut, infidelity.
I'm making the darling a little more forward(?), daring, more power or that can go against a yandere. Atleast, that's what the darling thinks. Also, this is not polished like my other stories.[ Forgive me, I'm not good with smuts! I also love y'all comments and your ask/request(will answer them soon!). The Yandere Emperor and Yandere Crown Prince son really outnumbered the yandere Omega. Y'all are crazy for that!]
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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"Mistress." He murmured. His arms hadn't let go off your waist. It was the first thing your eyes landed on when the sunlight came in to greet a new day from the window balcony. You closed your eyes again to find your way back to sleep again.
Your hands went to trace his back full of scar last night from your nails. You hummed when he gave you a pepper kisses on your exposed skin.
"Morning." He gave you one last kiss on your lips before snuggling between your chest. His arms hadn't move around your waist since last night."Mmmh..morning..." You muttered looking away—eyes still close—from the sun when it kissed your face.
"Do you want me to call the maids to serve you breakfast?" His sweet voice lull to sleep more. You whispered no. Last night, this man gave you something akin to that of heaven, something your husband never gave you.
Last night, you made love with this man. The same man you rescued from the human trafficking, kidnapping commoner from the outskirts of the kingdom. Now, indebted by your kindness he devout himself to you with his life.
You groaned, feeling your body is aching all over. This goes not unnoticed by your lover."Did I hurt you to bad?" He asked. His earth orbs are gleaming with shine and now getting filled with tears. "I-I'm sorry, I was rough with you mistress." His voice full of regret and loathe on himself.
You opened your eyes, ruffling his curly brown hair before stroking it. Staring down at his eyes. "No. You did good." You smiled at him, cupping his face, before kissing him in the lips. He whimpered,deepening his into yours.
The intoxication of alcohol must have taken over you. Drowning yourself from alcohol after your husband didn't arrive on the scheduled date, you waited for him for a whole day to arrive. Alone in the gazebo, Everett was the one who went to your weeping figure. That was a month ago. Everett offered himself to shower you with his love. At first you feel reluctant about this, you will never be the type of person to use someone just so you can feel yourself happy. Everett didn't care about it whether you use him or not. He wanted to prove himself that you are worth to be love. This man made your heart flutter in a way that your husband once gave you before the marriage.
"I-I love what happened last night, my mistress." He whispered bashfully, his pretty swollen lower lip,you bitten hard last night, went to reach his eyes giving you a wide smile. The sun kissed his tan face adding a charming look. His neck has full of bites and bruises from you. His cheeks become a little darker shade from blushing, he must have reminisced something last night.
Now, you made him your lover. Though not completely in love with Everett. You also shower him with items or materials that most commoners would love to have but it doesn't seem like this man is materialistic. He just wants you.
You didn't hide Everett to your husband.
What's the use of hiding your fling to Theodore when he was the first one to cheat on this marriage?
Despite being loyal to that man you loved. He had the audacity to tell you that you shouldn't pry on his private his life after you confronted him with a newly hired maid going out. "Our marriage contract states that the two parties should not meddle one another's private life else this contract shall be annuled."
So all of his flexing his love for you was nothing but a hoax? A show? A lure for you to agree to marry him?
Though, your marriage with him was for the politcial marriage. You once fell in love with Theodore. The same man who gave you flowers everytime you two date, the same man who kissed in your cheeks after he walk you home, the same man who always writes poems about his devotion to you. Did he pursuade you to continue this marriage by making you love him so that the two duchy became one? It may seem like you wanted this marriage at first. You didn't, your family wanted it and they have asked you—no annoyingly, they plead you to marry him, because your parents and his parents signed a contract that their children will reunite the two duchy.
"Your ladyship, the duke asked for your audience to join him in the breakfast." Your butler from the other side of your room, outside the door, knocked and speaks after. You frown upon hearing it, looking at the closed door, what does he want?
You feel strange about your husband nowadays. He had been asking for your presence this past few days. Never once he called for you after your wedding with him.
You clicked your tongue and turn to look at your lover. You saw Everett's face was frowning too. "Fine, tell him I'll be there." You announced to the butler. You look back at the man leaning his weight on you. You tap the curly haired lover to let you go from his hold yet he didn't budge after moving yourself to sit up instead you heard yourself going 'oomfh!' and find your lips were on his again. You groaned while he moaned weakly. He pushed you down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours until you were out of breath. A string of saliva trailed between your mouths. Everett was smiling before diving his lips into your skin, to one of your chest, fondling the other. You feel a little ticklish and panting at his stimulation. "Eve—! Wait! Ah..." Your voices went unheard, The male's mewling sucking on to your flesh like thirsty man who hadn't had a drink.
Your hand went to tug his hair as you moaned out his name. "Shi—Eve... Oh! S-stop... Ah.."
His other hand goes to put one of legs above his back and parted the other leg, accessing himself between you even more."m-mistress!"
You groaned when you felt him grind between you. He looked at you with a pleading eyes, he look like he will cry again, the tears filling up yo the side from his eyes. "M-mistress." He whined his mouth was already in another mound. You feel his hardness between. "p-please? I'll be good! Please... huff..I'll make y-you feel good!"
Your eyes are hazy from the pleasure. "You want.. hah... it?" His eyes getting filled again with tears. You tug him by the hair not enough to hurt him. You landed your lips on his ears. Panting and breathless when you felt his hands is still fondling your body. "You got..ngh... to earn it, pretty boy." You murmurs made him whimpered. "You have to be my good boy... Are you my good boy?"
He nod, a tear fell down to his cheeks, he leaned down to your lips, murmuring, i-am-your-good-boys, thank-yous and I-love-yous.
The room filled with noises that could make anyone flustered and uncomfortable. You didn't realize from your high you are feeling that the butler is coughing uncomfortably behind the door excusing himself as he will inform the duke what you told him earlier.
You went down the stairs with a difficulty, aching between your thighs. You can't find any dress to cover the one hickey on your neck, Everett apologize and helped you cover it with a foundation but it failed horribly from covering seeing that the foundation wasn't blend well and you do not want your maids do it for you. Not when you found out that almost all of them had already been with your husband. You were planning to replace them sooner.
You stopped at the closed door leading to the dinning room. The butler from earlier straightened his posture, clearing his throat after he saw you. He announced your presence behind the door opening the door for you."My lord, your ladyship is here."
You walked in after thanking one of the male servant for pushing the seat for you once you sit across the lord of the household, your husband, the Duke.
The breakfast before you was served cold. If you have arrived earlier you could have eaten warm. You glance at your husband, surprised that his plate has not been finished and it looked like he didn't touched it. You noticed his eyes is trained on to you since you came in, yet his eyes isn't on you but to your neck and the way you walk earlier.
His grey eyes seemed to be narrowing, he scoffed. "You're late."
You glance away, picking one of the utensil, stabbing the meat, landing it to your mouth chewing it. You gulped it down before taking another bite. The marinated pork seems to be delicious even if the breakfast a little no warm.
"It seems you are enjoying with your toy a little too much." He added, there was anger rising beneath his voice.
Oh, the egg is a little bland but it is still edible nonetheless.
"There are more new reports about your speculated infidelity to the public. Do you know that?"
You looked at him after eating the last piece of the sunny side egg, smiling: finally acknowledging hus presence."Yeah, what about it? It's not like it will ruin our marriage. After all, you had a numerous of headlines about your 'rumored' infidelity too. Did our contractwas nulled after that? It didn't right?"
"(Y/n)."
"Yes, husband?"
His eyes widened a little before going back on giving you death gaze. "Kick that slave away. I don't like him." He demanded. Though he wasn't shouting. You frowned, how dare he?
"Why would I? It's my decision whether I choose to throw him out or not." L
"I do not want him near my property." He complained, gritting his teeth at the last word.
"This is my property as well!" You sternly answered back. Not leaving another room for an argument.
There was silence between the room.
"... I... don't want him near you." You heard him. You blinked at the sudden word that blurted in his mouth.
You scoff standing up, "I think I had my fill..." You starts walking back to where you enter the room.
"(Y/n)." Theodore called you. You didn't observe the way his eyes longed for you. You were focus on the anger within you. "Are we forgetting something, Theodore?" You questioned.
He pondered, those orb you used to love held a confusion.
"Meddling into your partner's private life will annul this marriage... Wasn't that written in our contract?" You bitterly told him. "Sounds familiar right? Do not dare demand me to throw away Everett." You added.
Finally waiting for this moment for this to happen. Guess he will get to taste his own medicine.
"... As long as we do our part in this household we will act as husband and wife. Is not that what you told me?"
"..."
"Now then, I will excuse myself. I have no longer desire to finish my breakfast here." With that, you leave him there.
When you reach the door, opening it, you were surprise to see Everett waiting outside. "What are you doing here?" You asked him. Your frowned face was replaced with a confusion look before giving him a small smile. The man infront of you return your smile with a small grin, placing one of his arm on your waist."W-well, I feel bored and alone in my own room. So I found myself waiting here w-with the butler. Besides I saw you walking wobbly earlier and I-I am concerned that you might have even more difficulty walking... So f-forgive me for not staying put." The look concern on his face adding the pout from his lips made him look cute.
"What are you a puppy?"You poke his nose giggling as you walk away with him, your eyes went back to talk to the butler. Telling him you want to continue your breakfast at your garden, asking him to make it for a two people. The butler bowing to your order before going to the kitchen area to order the maid.
Your husband on the other hand, loath with rage and jealousy mixing under his eyes. His eyes narrowed especially when the slave you brought in leaned on top of your head kissing at the crown part of your head, leaning to your ear to whisper something akin to sweet talks. The arm around your waist went rub your back.
If only you glance again on Everett's face. You would have caught him giving your husband a smug smirk.
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