Okay but I need yall to help me figure out the character(s) for the following scenario:
Imagine a romantic yandere falling for reader, and ofc reader isn't in love with yandere for obvious reasons like red flags. Maybe they did try dating, Yandere is a charmer, comes from a rich family, he's smart and hardworking and oh so head over heels in love with you. He's always taking you out on best dates, HAS to get you the largest fucking bouquets (excellent taste in flowers) and buys you expensive but well thought out gifts.
But for whatever reason, things dont work out and you break things off hastily and most likely over the phone before leaving the country. And yandere just- breaksdown. I mean my man does not have a good mental health as is, but you leaving, actually leaving him just breaks him down and he has a full blown panic attack.
I'm talking about yandere falling to his knees, clutching his chest and gasping for air, tears streaming down his face as he screams your name like a mad man. His family, they love him, they adore their son/brother/grandchild sm, it pains them to see him in such a miserable state. Yandere man is so delirious that he has to be sedated, tranquillised by medical professionals because he's just losing his fucking mind, babbling your name over and over again like a mad man. His condition only worsens as time passes, and so his family decides to take drastic measures because they can't see their beloved son/brother/grandkid so fucking dead and depressed and a shell of a once bright man. They love him so much, they only want ti see him happy, so they use their money and influence to track you down and try to convince you to return and take yandere back. When you refuse, they take the high way and force you to come with them, dragging you kicking and screaming to their private jet and fly all the way home, where yandere is.
You're in a dishevelled state, tears running down your cheeks as you struggle to free yourself from their grasps as they take you to yandere. And when yandere sees you... for the first time in months, his family sees the light return in his eyes as the yandere reaches out for you, scared that you're just his mind playing tricks. When he finally touches you, he is immeadiately pulling you into a hug, arms tightening around your body like a gilded cage as he cries into your shoulder and thanks his family for bringing you back. His family only smiles with tears in their eyes as they lock the door behind them when they leave, so that you don't go running away. Meanwhile, yandere has pulled you into his lap and he's looking at you with such sad eyes, staring at each feature of yours over and over again as if to memorise it all again. He can't help the tears that continue to slip out of his eyes, maybe he's crying that you're finally here, or maybe he's crying for all the time that's been lost when you weren't here. You fall asleep soon due to exhaustion, but yandere doesn't sleep a wink that night because he continues to stare at you and play with your hair very gently, finally closing his eyes when morning comes and he wraps his arms around you and traps your legs with his.
By now, you guys realise that the yandere's family is not only yandere for their son/brother/grandson but also for you. They are yandede for you too, but they're not allowing you to leave them or their son or even make him unhappy ever again. Some members are willing to let all you "tantrums" slide, while others are not so kind. BUT one thing is for sure, you're ALWAYS safe with yandere s/o, no matter what.
Now, for the characters I've had in kind for this scenario are:
Halim Mehmet Shah and the Shah Family (my ocs)
Dabi/Shotou and Todoroki clan (I am the OG creator of Yandere Todoroki Clan)
I wanna say Naoya or Toji but the Zenin clan hates them both....
Dick Grayson/Jason Todd and Batfam
What do you guys think?
Mood board for this scenario^^^(I love Pinterest)
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I can totally see step brother rafe telling reader that humping is okay because “it’s not really sex, sweetheart. Our clothes are still on aren’t they?”
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“look, i’m just showing you okay— can you chill out?” rafes irritable, despite the compromising position he’s got you locked into.
his large ringed hands press into your back, forcing you into an unnatural arch as he kneels on the bed behind you, pressing his fully clothed bulge against your pantie-clad mound beneath your skirt. he’d managed to rope you into a sexual conversation as normal, your innocence and inquisitiveness regarding different sex positions leading you to where you are now.
“just — just feel like you shouldn’t do this… as my broth—”
“step. stepbrother, kid. the difference is… monumentally important, jesus.” he’d be more irritable, maybe give up on the whole thing completely if he wasn’t fixated on the wet patch showing through your panties. “you dont seem so concerned anyway.” he mutters, leaning back to press a thumb against the darkened wet fabric making you squirm away.
“rafe!” you chide, forcing him to manhandle you back into position.
“alright, alright — you wanna learn or what?” he huffs and you nod, hair audibly rustling against the pillow. “okay. this— this is doggy style. guys usually like this one the best, cos they can focus on your ass n’not get distracted by your tits or your pretty face or whatever the fuck.” he explains.
as he does so, he begins to softly thrust, pushing his fully hardened erection against your mound. you were inexperienced, sure — but god were you perverse, recognising the shape of him instantly and arching your back harder, guiltily trying to lean enough to catch your clit on him.
he stops moving, a smirk grazing his features as you writhe back against him— trying to earn some pleasure of your own. he thumbs as your ass cheek, pushing your skirt up to your lower back slowly. “what happened to you bein’ all high n mighty about lettin’ me touch you, huh?” he comments and almost regrets it, hoping it doesn’t snap you out of whatever horny trance you were in.
“just feels good i can’t help it!” you whine like a kicked puppy. “we shouldn’t though, s’not good rafe… siblin— step siblings shouldn’t have sex.” you whisper the last word like saying it was the problem at hand, stopping your movements to throw your most innocent doe eyes over your shoulder at him.
he licks his lips, locking his eyes onto yours as he slowly pulls your hips back against his crotch again, thumping against your ass and mound making your eyes flutter like a shaken baby doll.
“good thing we’re not havin’ sex then, right? s’just humping. won’t kill you.” there’s a sinister edge to his voice as he grinds harder, thumb pressing against your fabric covered asshole.
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GOOD GIRL.
you finally get a taste of what it's like to be a 'bad girl', all thanks to chris sturniolo.
warnings: fingering, stoner!chris, high school au, driving intoxicated (pls dont do this ever?), NOT EDITED.
Nothing was going to stop you from your plans. School, study, work, and home was on repeat, 7 days a week.
Ever since you started High School, you decided it was time to put all the bullshit aside and focus on what really mattered -- college.
That was your end goal. Your 'self-actualization' as you called it. Nothing was going to get in your way from being successful.
Although you were a busy girl every week, it didn't stop you from having a social life. You knew how to balance it. Hanging out with your friends wasn't something you did much, but you still had them, which was most important, right?
Your friends were finally able to convince you to go to at least one party in your high school career.
You were standing alone in Nate Doe's kitchen, drinking a Coke out of a red solo cup.
"What's in that?" You heard a low-pitched voice from behind you ask, feeling a hand on your shoulder. Your body tensed as an unknown individual had placed a hand on your shoulder. You weren't that welcoming, were you?
"It's a coke." You answered non-chalantly, bringing it up to your lips to take another sip.
"I hate coke." The boy responded, taking his hand off your shoulder. He walked around to the opposite side of the kitchen you were in, playing with a lighter in his hand.
The flickering blue and red lights were giving you a massive headache, and the blasting music ramped through your body so rapidly you thought you might have a heart attack at any moment.
You stared at the boy across from you, studying his features. Sure, you knew who the triplets were, but you didn't know much about them. You could only assume this was Chris, from the lighter he held in his hand.
"Never seen you at one of these." He sighed.
"Friends wanted me to come." You explained.
"Want me to give you something better to drink?" He asked and walked closer to you. "Who knows if you'll ever come to one of these parties again, right?"
He stood next to you with his head tilted, his eyes squinting at you. His tongue ran over his teeth, causing his cheekbones to thin out, showing you his chiseled jaw.
"I don't drink." You said, still facing front, away from him.
"You don't have to drink," he chuckled, "I got something else with me."
You placed down your cup, side-eyeing him. He continued to stare at you, and you could see him studying your own features before you spoke up again:
"Why do you want me to do something so bad?" You asked.
"Maybe I'm just trying to help you have fun." He defended, his hand playing with the ends of your hair. "Come on, leave with me, you wanna have some fun?"
You turned to look at him, his hand moving to cup your cheek in response. "What'd ya say, hm?" You nod, feeling drawn in by his charm.
"Good girl."
So you were here, in the passenger seat of Chris Sturniolo's car, him teaching you how to smoke a blunt.
You release the last bit of smoke of your mouth, swallowing deeply, trying not to cough. He chuckles at your queasy looking face, patting you on the shoulder.
"Just cough." He commands, and you let out a loud cough, turning away from him and covering your mouth with your arm.
You could feel his eyes on you once again, causing you to turn and look at him.
"Come here." He said, tilting his head to the side. Your eyebrows furrow and your eyes wander, unsure of what he meant.
"Come sit on my lap." He beckoned and your eyes widen, looking at him up and down as he leaned back in the drivers seat. You lifted your right leg over the console, placing it on the outside of his left, followed by your left leg lifting over the console and placing it on the outside of his right.
He placed a hand on your lower back, right above your ass. You squirmed, not expecting him to touch you.
"You've never been touched before, huh?" He questions, his hand traveling down to your ass, squeezing it. You shake your head, your hands pressed against his thighs.
"You want me to touch you?" He asks. "All you gotta do is just say the word."
You stared into his eyes, pondering. Were you really about to let Chris Sturniolo do this? You wanted this, though. Deep know you knew you did.
"Yes." You agreed, your voice low. You took in a gulp, still making eye contact with Chris.
“Good girl,” he praises, running up to your waist. “Such a good girl.”
His other handle cups your cheek, with his thumb running over your jawline. You bite your lip in anticipation, tilting your head a bit.
He leans his head up to kiss you, his soft, pink lip slowly gliding against yours. He kissed you slowly, his tongue brushing against the front of your lips ever so gently.
You parted your lips, letting his tongue enter your mouth. He pulls you down so that you're basically laying on his chest. His hands move down to your waist, squeezing your hips. You rest your hand on his chest and the other on his face.
He begins to move quicker, his kissing becoming sloppier and messier. His hands travel lower, grasping your ass, causing you to shiver. You move your hips against his, and he lets out a groan in response.
His hand goes right under your skirt, his index finger running right over your clit and down to your folds. You pull away from the kiss, the new feeling making you tense.
"You're dripping, baby, you feel that?" He asks, running a hand up from your clit and down to your folds, then back up again.
You whimper, nodding, as you can feel your arousal collecting in your panties. He smirks, biting his lip.
"It's okay," he reassures, "I'm gonna help you."
You nod as he moves your panties aside with one hand. His fingers find your clit, your mouth dropping at the pleasure you experience from just his simple touch.
"Have you ever touched yourself before, hm?" He asks, rubbing light circles over your clit.
You shake your head. It's not a complete lie. You've tried, but you've just never been in the mood to do it. But right now, you sure are.
The feeling that you have is indescribable. You feel desperate, as if you are yearning to be touched. You can feel yourself practically dripping, your body feeling warmer and warmer by the second.
Chris fingers start to move faster, circling your clit even quicker. You throw your head back, letting out a light moan. His fingers dip down to your folds as he runs his index finger through, teasing your hole.
"Please, Chris." You beg, gripping onto his white plain t-shirt, staring at him with pleading eyes.
"You don't have to beg, okay?" He responds softly, entering his finger inside you, slowly.
Your eyes flutter shut at the feeling, gripping harder on the front of his shirt. He uses his middle finger only, moving in and out easily, before entering in his ring finger.
You grind your hips down on his fingers, basically riding them. The way you're feeling is like none other. Your feel filled just by his veiny fingers, and you can't help but wonder what his dick must feel like.
He moves faster, his fingers pumping in and out of you. Your moans keep dropping, incapable of keeping them in. His thumb reaches to your clit and he rubs small circles on it, and let out a loud whine, as the pleasure becomes more intense than it was a moment before.
You can feel a knot start to form in your stomach and you lay on his chest, moaning, and your eyes closed completely shut.
"You need'a cum, yeah?" He whispers down to you, his other hand petting your hair. "Tell me how you feel."
"I-I..feels like, good." You respond, unable to get words out as he moves his fingers and thumb, trying to make you come.
"I know, baby," he soothes, "just let it go."
As if on command, you can feel yourself 'let go', as if you released the knot if your stomach. The pleasure feels too much, so you hop off his lap, his fingers pulling out of you. You groan from the loss of contact with your legs lightly shaking as you sit back in the passenger seat.
He looks at you with a smirk on his face,
"God, I can't want to ruin you."
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coworker soap who frames the fleshlight thing as a joke but with a creepy undercurrent that you cant understand why you know it isnt a joke but you also dont wanna rock the boat so you dont tell hr bc johnny the ex-military man is a model employee otherwise and you cant help but feel hot shame run down ur spine when he says it that you are, at least a little, flattered by it bc shit dude hes HOT. coworker soap who just. doesnt bring it up again. its just boiling rhe frog. he says weird, borderline creepy shit that could be passed off as "guy talk" in any other situation (regardless of readers gender). He follows you around like a puppy and where it used to be normal for you, you feel a little creeped out now but. everyone. already refers to you as a duo. itd be weird if you stopped for no reason? right?
i don't know what broke in my mind long ago that this is like, the weirdly hottest thing in the world to me but im genuinely twitching over it right now.
model employee Johnny, knows the handbook inside and out, walks elderly customers to their cars with their bags, shows up to work early for every shift, always with a smile and a positive attitude. management loves him because his sales are also record high (i mean, it makes sense - i wouldn't be able to say no if he was helping me with a purchase and tried to upsell me). he's also a spokesperson for the company in all of their internal training videos because he was hired through some "jobs for vets" program that they just rolled out (idk i'm making this up). and the guy can stack things on a shelf like no one's business lmao like MILITARY precision/organization.
all your coworkers love him and genuinely like fist pump whenever they get put on the schedule with him because he's a blast to work with, and some of your coworkers are actually incredibly jealous that he just seems to follow you around everywhere. hangs off your every word. always seems to just pop out from around the corner whenever you're having trouble reaching something on a shelf.
but he says weird, uncomfortable shit to you sometimes. way over the line. you don't even know what to say at first when Johnny jokingly tells you that he has a fleshlight at home that he's named after you, just laughs and then stares at you for a second. and you like, give a little awkward laugh, growing more uncomfortable by the second the longer he stares at you without blinking. until something passes over his eyes and suddenly he's back to normal, clapping you on the arm and wandering off back to the men's apparel section.
he does a lot of strange shit actually. maybe insists on walking you to your car when the two of you are on the closing shift and it's well into the evening. laughs a little too hard and with too much vigour when someone calls him your shadow, his eyes just a little too bright and fervent. asks if you want to sit on his lap while he shows you how to use the forklift in the backroom. begs management to let him take his breaks with you and doesn't let you have a moment of peace, just sits with you in the breakroom or follows you to your car when you say that you're going out for lunch.
and you can't complain to any of your coworkers because the second you so much as criticize his work, they bark at you to be nice to him. he's just re-acclimating to civilian life, of course he's not perfect at his job yet. they defend him viciously. and the real jealous ones even tell on you in front of him, leaving you standing there embarrassed and on the spot until Johnny just smiles and says that it's alright. you'll just have to teach him better.
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also been thinking abt yunjin 💭💭💭 shes so pretty she probably looks even prettier when giving head T_____T groaning into your pussy bcs u taste sooo good and all this talk about being milked is making me lose my mind a lil !!! cause she would (tell me if this is not a okay subject for you!!!!!!!!!!) LOVE sucking on your pregnancy tiddies and tasting all your breast milk while she strokes her (g!p) thinking abt how she just wants to get you pregnant again and again if you'll keep producing such good milk for her ♡ probably cums on your pussy and eats you out again so you'll be "cleaned up" <333333
love 🎀 anonie!
pairings: huh yunjin x f! reader
warnings: oral + g!p + creampies + breeding + overstimulation + pregnancy + lactation
💌: god nonie i love u to pieces ur brain words fucking wonders this is my fave thing ever aghh im gonna kissyou
“stop squirming, princess.” yunjin’s voice is distant. she’s fucked you with her tongue to the point where it dont even feel like you’re in your body anymore, and it has you convinced your girlfriend’s tongue is a gateway to heaven.
“god, you taste good.” she hums, curling her fingers inside of you, making you lurch forward as a high pitched whine is ripped from you, clit throbbing from the overstimulation.
she pulls her drenched fingers from your hole before aligning her length with your entrance, using the moisture as lube to jerk her stiff cock at a sloppy pace just outside of your cunt, too desperate to maintain a steady one.
“‘m gonna knock you up.” she promises, sliding just the thick head of her dick inside as one of her hands palms your tit, pulling at your sensitive nipple. the pain makes you jolt, pussy trying to suck her in while you grab at her wrist in an attempt to stop the assault on your breasts.
“yunjin — hah — stop..hurts” you whined, already close to cumming. you both know that you don’t want her to stop and not bothering to use your safeword is enough of a reason for her to continue, pushes her dick inside with one thrust, the tightness too much for her to bear. “i know it hurts baby, but you like it, yeah? you’re a nasty little thing that’s why you like when i hurt you n use you like a fucktoy, right baby?”
there was something so sexy about yunjin’s dirty talk. maybe it was because your girlfriend is usually such a sweetheart but the second she’s balls deep in your cunt she can’t help her mean words and even meaner actions.
the pleasure is mindnumbing, making you unable to focus on anything but her dick fucking into you, the thick veins look delicious covered in your cream and you can’t look away, your mouth hanging open as you focus on her cock disappearing inside your stretched pussy.
“look at you, angel” she tells you, “look so pretty f’me bet you’ll look even better carryin’ my kid.” yunjin moans at the thought, pressing deeper inside, her only goal to fuck a baby into you. “can’t wait til your tits fill up with my milk, need to taste it so bad.” her eyes have rolled into the back of her skull now, mindless groans escaping her every now and then.
“give it to me” you were delirious, too fucked out to process the words as they left your mouth. “gimme a baby, yunjin, need it so bad. wanna make you a mommy ‘nd have you milk me,” her thrusts speed up, becoming harsh and uncoordinated. “you’ll help me right, yunie?” you’re such a goddamn tease it makes her want to wipe the faux pout off your lips.
“yeah baby, i’ll help. gonna milk you like a fucking cow ‘nd plug you full of cum like my breeding bitch.” she snarks, her balls slapping your ass with every push of her hips.
whines and mewls are your only response, too cockdrunk to form a coherent sentence as you approach your orgasm.
your walls clamp around her dick in a vice grip as you cream around her and the sensation is enough to make her blow her load, bucking her hips haphazardly as she empties her balls deep inside.
“good girl, good fuckin’ girl” she moans, the praise combined with the thick ropes spilling inside makes you squeal, wrapping your legs around her to keep every drop of cum inside, neither of you wanting to waste her potent seed.
even after filling you up yunjin is insatiable, continues to slowly grind her hips into yours as she kisses you softly.
she won’t be done until she’s shooting blanks or passes out, whichever happens first.
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