product: stuck close.

simon "ghost" riley x（ gender neutral reader ）

i really have to stop changing the layout on every post ... i swear i'll keep this one, i'm sorry

anyway, a very short drabble to help my boredom. based on this prompt:

the sounds of footsteps rang within the halls, both you and ghost in uniforms that weren't yours. "no chance in hell this'll work," ghost mumbles, staying close behind you. the light chatter of nearby guards echoing, "trust me—" left, right, left, right. double checking the hallway, "—we're almost in."

both of you were on a mission: infiltrate the enemy base undetected, get as much information as possible, and leave. it seemed simple, easier plan than many you've been on. although incredibly risky. it was easy to be spotted whenever hiding in plain sight. especially while wearing stolen uniforms.

"how am i supposed to trust a bloody thing that comes out of your mouth?" barking back, his gaze sharpens whenever you make eye contact. turning around, pausing your steps as you stood behind a corner. "why shouldn't you? i find myself the most trustworthy."

"you put milk in my tea."

"that was an accident."

"it still counts."

rolling your eyes, you turn on your heel and continue walking once more. down many halls, too many to count as you stayed on high alert.

right, left, right, left— your arm is yanked as you hear a distant yell in a foreign language. they had spotted you.

ghost drags you by the arm, sprinting down the halls as you both try outrunning the enemies. finally catching your legs, you run beside him. a glance over your shoulder, you see a group of armed guards following.

bang, bang, bang. gunshots fired.

ducking your head, with ghost's hand still around your wrist, you make a left turn down another hall. a right turn. one more right. you had to find somewhere to hide, quickly.

you spot a nearby locker. empty and open. using your other hand to grab ghost by the shoulder, without a second thought, you pushed both of you inside as the door shut behind you.

the pacing steps of the guards ran past, continously shouting in their native tongue. the front of your body pressed tightly against his with little to no room to move. silence overtook the atmosphere, the two of you closely listening for anyone else. it didn't sound like anyone was near.

neither of you could directly look at each other. you knew if he could, he'd be staring daggers at you. another moment or two passes.

"is now a bad time to tell you i'm claustrophobic?" you choke out.

the lutienents hand reaches out to the metal of the door. no budge, it was locked.

a sigh escapes from ghost's lips while he pushes his body against the wall of the locker as far as possible.

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product: yandere waiter. （ gender neutral reader ）

it's 4.00 am and keep thinking about yandere waiter. anyways, drabble with mentions of usual yandere things.

yandere, who is a server at a restaurant and you're his regular. coming in at once or twice a week and always sitting in his booth. you're always sitting alone, coming in after work or to eat dinner on the weekend. over the months that you've been visiting, he's taking a liking to you. you tip well, use mannerisms, and always make sure that you tidy your table as much as you can. although that's why he started becoming fond of you, your laugh, kind smile, soft eyes, and perfect hair made him fall for you. hard.

even if half of it was out of politeness, he was delusional and truly believed that you, at least, had a small crush on him. how couldn't you? you clearly liked him if you sat in his booth every time, and came to his restaurant on all occasions. hell, you even gave him a present for his birthday! ... how'd you even know that? he had no idea, but either way, didn't care.

tonight, he was working overtime since the restaurant was short staffed. while you? your date stood you up and blocked you, not finding out until you tried texting and calling them.

even if he was remaining professional the whole time, his blood boiled. a breathtaking person being ditched by some date, he couldn't believe somebody would do that! and he couldn't believe he wasn't the date ... even if he was a little disappointed, his anger was far larger.

although, soon replaced with adoration and worriedness, he felt his heartstrings pull at each word that slipped passed your lips. somehow, you were still managing to be so kind to him during this horrible night. he was grateful, yes, but the tears that threatened to spill made him want to hold you and tell you that everything will be okay, that he'll deal with that douchebag who stood you up.

and that's what he did. after he paid for your bill, sent you home with a desert of your choice, and waited until the restaurant closed, he went on his way to find out who made you upset. he couldn't let them go without consequences! he had to do something, especially when it came down to you.

in only a few minutes, he'd found the said person with a wide smile. all with the help of hacking. then, after gathering supplies, yandere sought his way out to their address. killing them slowly as he lectured them how to treat a pretty darling, hacking them into pieces, stuffing them in a dirty bag, and throwing their body miles into the woods. wild hogs would surely come around and eat the remains, just like the many other times he's dumped bodies.

once done, he followed his usual routine: standing outside your window, watching until you safely fall asleep, wishing his darling goodnight, and heading home where he'd marvel at his shrine of you, shower with your favorite fragrances, and head to bed as he dreamt about you.

truly, he was smitten. obsessed and crazed. yet, even so, he knew he had to wait. the time was coming, he just knew it; for you to come home with him, to love you every day and night, and murmur sweet nothings into your ear as you cuddle in bed together. he figured that, maybe, you'd be reluctant. but, he knew that you'd tell him 'thank you's and 'i love you's once you adjusted. realized what he's doing is out of pure love for you. forever and always.

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product: no plot, only porn.

male!char x fem!reader. basically vanilla. old draft that has been sitting, and i have nothing to post so have this. 🫶🏼

imagine your favs.

he groaned into her lips as her wetness dripped onto his fingers, "god, you're so wet. i've barely even touched you..." he parted from her lips, trailing down her jaw to her neck. his mouth began to suction on her skin, leaving bruises that'd stay for days whilst continuing his small circles on her clit. she whined, grinding her hips into his palm, she wanted— no, needed more. her walls clenched on air, more wet slick dripping onto his fingers and landing on the sheets.

a low chuckle escaped his lips, he released from her shoulder as he looked at her, "baby— you look so pretty. already looking so desperate for me to fuck you." she moaned at his words. his fingertip on her clit rubbed faster as his free hand gripped her hips to keep her still. "do you want me to fill you? breed your needy cunt full of my cum? is that what my slutty girl needs?"

her head bobbed, nodding quickly as she squirmed in his hold. he sighed, letting out a 'tsk' at her response. a loud slap landed on her thigh as she yelped, "no, no, no.. you have to tell me what you need."

"m'need you, need you so deep inside of me! please— please! m'been so good, please!" her eyes watered, few tears spilling down her flushed face as she whimpered. he smiled, kissing away the tears that marked her cheeks. "that's my good girl," his hand removed itself from her clit, earning an almost inaudible moan. "mm, being so obedient." he crouched as his lips parted above her cunt, watching as her hole clenched and released; waiting for him to fill her.

he could feel himself straining at his boxers. oh, so badly he wanted to ram himself in and out of her pussy, hear her sobs and moans from how good he made her feel. his cock twitched even thinking about her crying out his name, loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.

kissing around her clit and down to her swollen lips, he moaned, "fuck, you taste so good.." he eagerly dipped his tongue into her cunt, hearing a sob break from her lips. immediately, her hand reached for his hair. she tugged at the strands, locking her thighs around his head. he groaned, gripping harder at her waist, going faster as he move his tongue to tease her clit.

feeling the knot in her abdomen tighten, she arched her back, moaning loudly as her free hand hand grasped at the sheets, "mm— close! aaah!—" she felt his movements stop as he trailed his hands down to her thighs. she loosened her thighs around his head, seeing his lips were drenched in her wetness.

he got up from his position and moved to the bed. bending her thighs back as he leaned her into a mating press. her thighs landed over her shoulders as they were pressed nearly to her chest, "please.." all she could muster up was a plead, and he loved that. he adored her desperate and cock drunk state. especially when it was because of his teasing.

"m'know.. you've been so patient for me..." he pulled down his boxers, his cock springing out as he rubbed the tip along her cunt, "don't worry.. i'll give my good girl what she needs," he thrusted the tip in, a groan falling from his lips. feeling her tight, soft walls around him always had him on the brink of cumming.

a loud moan escaped her lips as he pushed, she could tell he was trying to be gentle but he was so big inside of her, "s'much—! mm, please—!" he groaned, pushing more in, his lips met hers as he felt her moan into the kiss, "you can take it—" thrusting out as he inched his way back in again, "—be good for me and— fuck— take it.."

after one more thrust, his length filled her completely. she could feel his tip kissing her cervix as his cock pulsed. it felt so big inside of her, stretching her walls open to fit him deep inside of her.

he moaned, giving hard bucks as he tightly held onto her waist. he admired her twisted and scrunched face, already becoming brainless on his cock from only a few pumps. he began going harder, faster. her chest moved up and down from every hit, her lips parted as moans escaped her throat, and her eyes rolled to the back of her head. to him? it was a perfect sight to see.

feeling himself become close to release, he sobbed into her neck, his hips moving harder and messier, "baby, m'so close— cum with me, please.. you can do it," she only nodded her head, her moans becoming broken as she clawed at his back, "f-fuck!" she released onto him, her flesh tightening as he felt his knot come undone. his cock twitched inside of her whilst his cum spilt inside. their cum mixed as it began to drip out, soaking both of their thighs and the mattress.

even if he was still sensitive, he couldn't help but continue thrusting his hips. tip pushing against her— equally as sensitive— walls, whimpers and mumbled whines escaped her throat, "i know baby," hushing her with a gentle kiss on her lips, "m'sorry but you feel so good.." he mumbles, lips finding their way to her neck, kissing and nibbling on the skin, "let me cum in you one more time, please?"

although, both of them knew he wasn't going to stop after the second time— especially when all he could think about was staying buried deep and breeding her full. but with that pleading tone and his moving cock, how was she supposed to say no?

😞 my bbg has passed, so upset rn

product: yandere boss - stolen shirt.

gender neutral reader. masturbation with clothing. typical pervert stuff. (a little bit of) yandere behavior.

the day was quiet— the only sound was the clock ticking on the wall. tick, tick, tick, tick. a small reminder, one all too evident, that you weren't around. not now, at least.

even if your absence was temporary, he couldn't stand it. the growing need to see you was growing, and it was becoming unbearable. the only thing that kept him under control was knowing when you'd be back.

his body grew tense, looking at the ticking clock. five hours, nine minutes, and fifty-three seconds. it was still too long... still too much.

"sir?" his eyes snapped to the voice, his dilated pupils contracting. heels clicked against the floor, and soon, a plastic bag was set on his desk, "your lunch." staring at the bag, a familiar logo stamped on it, he quietly hummed.

as quickly as the substitute assistant came, she left. he paid no mind, focusing on the food. pulling the take-out container, his fingers skillfully opened it as he wafted in the smell. it was nothing expensive, rather cheap from a nearby restaurant. although it was special; a dish you commonly ordered.

ah, right. you.

his eyes flickered back to the clock. five hours, three minutes, and thirty-one seconds. only six minutes passed, "fuck..." he mumbled, the itching feeling growing again. his skin tingled, brows narrowed, and shoulders tensed.

pushing aside his lunch, letting it touch the end of his desk. he pulled his desk drawer out; a black, clean chest is shown into view. with a diligent motion, he grabs the key from his pocket and opens it with eager hands.

a sigh leaves his lips, pupils dilating once more as he spots the items inside. clothing, candid photos, perfumes, etcetera. all of it being yours. things to keep him managing whenever you're not around.

picking up one of the shirts he'd collected, unzipping it from its ziploc bag, he carefully takes the cloth and inhales your smell. it smelt just like you; your natural musk mixed with perfume.

the more he breathed in, his pants tightened as it showed his evident arousal. his legs spread wider, cock twitching, as his mind began to wander.

what would you do if you found him like this? force him to his knees and degrade him as he shows you how sorry he is? worshipping your sex with his mouth as he pleas for forgiveness.

would you let him bend you over his desk, fucking you with primal need? him whispering each perverted fantasy he's had of you; his assistant. praising you as he rips an orgasm from you repeatedly.

without thinking about it, his hands drag down his buttons shirt and toward his black pants. working at his belt, it falls loose as he slides his pants down— enough to free his cock.

the tip red, leaking with precum already, he begins to trace the veins of his length. his head throws back, eyes snapping shut as he continues. the stolen shirt had fallen from his grasp and hung on his lap, the smell still reaching his senses.

he reaches for it again, grasping it in his hand, while bucking his hip into the fabric. the loud groan resounded throughout his office. the act of your clothing being wrapped around his cock was enough to get him a needy mess.

his hand begins to stroke the cloth along his shaft, meeting the tip as it soaked in the precum forming. hips bucking up, digits balling into a fist around himself, he couldn't resist fucking into the shirt.

all he could imagine was what you'd look like with his cock thrusting inside of you. the way your face would contort, how your moans and gasps would sound, how stunning you would look riding him with his cum soaking your stomach and chest.

at that thought, he could feel the coil tightening. his grunts grew louder, eyes rolling into his skull. his thrusts became more erratic whilst his office chair squeaked underneath him.

ropes of white shot from his slit, soaking into the shirt and coating the end of his desk. cum hit his clothes, and he choked back a sob at the relief.

once he calmed down, he stared at the shirt in his grip that was still wrapped around his cock. before he thought about another perverted fantasy and become hard, he grabbed the ziploc and secured it back into the chest as he closed the drawer.

and while those hours without you were still unbearable, all that surrounded his thoughts was how much he couldn't wait to leave his newfound gift at your doorstep. he just knows that you'll be surprised to see your favorite shirt covered in his cum.

thoughts about giving dom!konig head.

the way he would grab a fistful of hair with one hand, urging your head further down his shaft. the other holding a small remote as he increased the speed of the toy between your legs. the vibrator buzzing against your clit at a rhythms speed, overstimulating your sensitive cunt.

all the while, your moans and cries are muffled— drool dripping down to konig's balls while you gag on his length. his head thrown back, sniper mask discarded on the ground, as he praises you in his native tongue; "mein braves mädchen. du nimmst meinen schwanz so gut..."

product: "studying" with loser boy.

gender neutral reader. mentions of: voyeurism. degradation. obsession + infatuation. dacryphilia. overstimulation. non-consensual photos. dub-con.

loser boy who invites you over to work on your partnered project. he's nervous, shaking as he looks for anything out of place or unusual. sooner than expected, the doorbell rings, and a knock followed after; you were there.

hastily, he gets up from his bed and heads to the foyer. he sees you as you greet him with a small smile and wave. with just that, he's becoming weak in the knees as he struggles to keep his composure.

a stuttering mess and slightly slouched, he let's you enter his room. his mind rang with perverted thoughts; you— his obsession and beloved— were in his home, his room, and sitting on his bed. all of those nights where he'd jerk himself off, just from a mere glimpse of skin or simple praise...

you were without a clue of what he was blushing about, but you dismissed it as embarrassment.

after getting started on the project, getting most of the assignment done, your stomach begins to growl. oh, you're hungry? don't worry, loser boy has your favorite snacks in the kitchen. coincidentally, of course.

he stands from his spot, leaves the room, and hurries to the kitchen. your eyes scan his room out of boredom; a few book shelves, some posters on the walls, along with a desk in the corner— is that his journal with a photo of you sticking out?

you glance at the door, hesitant of peeking inside. well, curiosity killed the cat, didn't it? flipping the hardcover open, you begin to find photos of you— inappropriate and candid— along with long paragraphs. all of which described different things that revolved around you.

the deeper you dove, the darker it got. from how much he wanted to confess his love that lead on to his perverted fantasies. it was all detailed... as if it'd really happened.

your eyes followed each word on the page; you bending him over, teasing his cock from behind, whilst you spank and degrade him as a punishment for failing a test. making him watch as you please yourself, leading him to have a few hands-free orgasms. overstimulating his cock after he'd cum multiple times until all you could draw out was blanks. him whimpering as he begs to please you, all while you move your hips above his face and rub your arousal as to tease him.

before you could read more, loser boy stands in the doorway with a horrified expression. dropping the tray of arranged snacks, he began to cry as you stared at him. he couldn't tell what you were thinking, but your eyes were evident of discomfort and disgust.

he falls to your feet, gripping on your legs as he babbles apologies after pleas. though, he couldn't help but feel glad that you found it— that you delved into his desires— and were looking at him with such a lowering and shameful gaze.

when you kicked him off of you, spitting out how vile and pathetic he was, he let out a breathy moan. his voice followed with a whimper, your shoe digging into his crotch. your ashamed frown only fuelled his lust, his hips grinding up against your shoe as you continued to insult him.

only within seconds did he cum, his eyes rolling back as he shook underneath you. but you didn't stop there. once his movements stilled, you crouched down and straddled his hips. your knee settled on his hardened bulge, pressing down as he let out a mewl— whining for you to make him cum again.

oh, and you will. how couldn't you whenever he's staring up at you with those cute, tearfilled eyes? his moans were too precious to deny, especially when you wanted to explore his fantasies...

nsfw loser boy post in ten minutes 🫶🏼. (here's a sneak peek of whats included.)

product: yandere neighbor.

gender neutral reader. mentions of: non-consensual watching/voyeurism.

yandere neighbor, who notices an unfamiliar person moving in next door. curious and rather intrigued, he peeks his head through his curtains to spot you. fortunately, you peer up and meet his gaze. a friendly wave being sent his way with a small smile— both of which left him frozen.

yandere neighbor, feeling his heart skip a beat as you did so. hesitantly, he waved back and closed his curtains. immediately, he found himself blushing— embarrassed that you'd spotted him. he kept replaying the scene in his head, sheepishly smiling as his hands covered his face. your smile was addicting already, he found it too cute.

yandere neighbor, glancing through the window every so often, watches as the last few pieces of furniture are set inside. he sees you through your uncovered windows, placing everything in its respective places. careful to not alert you, he continues to take in the view.

yandere neighbor, who is confused by his sudden interest. why was he suddenly finding himself... watching you move furniture? why did he feel his heart thump and race whenever he'd spot you doing anything? he was never one to be nosy about his neighbors, not finding much care to do so. but now? he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

yandere neighbor, after some weeks of this routine— peeking out of his window, a decent angle to watch you— he found himself more intrigued than before. once you'd put your curtains up, he knew he would have to find another spot. luckily for him, he had the perfect view from his office. your bedroom window, curtains open, and you rummaging in your closet.

yandere neighbor, rather elated and excited to have another way to see you. he kept his curtains slightly open, enough to peer, as he eyed your form. by surprise, he didn't expect you to suddenly undress. his cheeks rose in heat, his eyes widening. as much as he knew he should look away, respect your privacy, and such— he couldn't. as he watched you strip down into nothing, completely nude and unaware, he began to feel aroused. god, you looked so beautiful...

yandere neighbor, who began to palm and rub himself through his pants. he groaned, eyes still trained on you. he burned the mental image in his mind, wanting to keep this moment as long as he could. he watched as you began to get dressed again, only putting on a shirt and underwear.

yandere neighbor, noticing how you closed your curtains and turned your lights off, figured you'd be asleep soon. though, him? he would be up all night. his hands fiddled with the hem of his pants as he let out shallow breaths. pulling them down, along with his boxers, he hastily stroked his shaft. his thumb pressed and rubbed against his red, leaking tip. his hips bucking upward as his mind raced with you, only you. groans loud, lightly whimpering, and eyes closed. he couldn't stop thinking about you... you were always on his mind.

yandere neighbor, after pleasuring himself until he was cumming blanks, fell asleep immediately. when he awoke, he walked toward his office and peeked through the window. your car was gone as he assumed you left for work. he sighed, sitting in his office chair and leaning back. he felt anxious, almost eager to see you again. his fingertips tapped along the wooden surface of his desk, annoyed once he realized he'd have to wait hours until you came home.

yandere neighbor, realizing that he was in love with you once he caught his eagerness. he didn't mind the thought, he was... excited, joyful, full of desire. his obsession seemed to grow at the thought. now, he knew he would have to get you. he'd do anything to have you, even if it meant going against countless laws. you'll love him soon enough, he'll make sure of it. he needed you, as much as you needed him. he just has to find a way to make you realize that.

product: yandere assistant.

gender-neutral reader. drugging (aphrodisiacs). voyeurism.

yandere assistant, who is happily walking into your office and setting down your daily coffee and breakfast. an innocently sweet smile as he greets you as he normally does. once you dismiss him with a list of tasks, he's happy to begin arranging your schedule and write emails to higher-ups. even during his tasks, his eyes wander to peek at your figure through the glass of your office. he's just so excited to see the effects hit you!

yandere assistant, glancing at you to see you adjusting yourself in your chair, begins to smile. whilst in your flustered state, you hurriedly call for his name. your tone was stern, wavering a bit, he could feel himself slowly becoming aroused at your lust-filled state, you looked so cute with your half-lidded eyes and shallow breaths, he simply nodded to your words, purposely taking his time to get you water.

yandere assistant, coming back to see your head on your desk as one of your hands tangled into your hair, the other gripped at the end of your desk you looked so desperate— begging to pleasure yourself, it turned him on so much, if only he could help you, only then could he be truly happy.

yandere assistant, who's dismissed from your office. minutes later, he sees you leaving early as you demand him to take care of your unfinished work.

yandere assistant, who's disappointed that you left, though, he obliged and continued with your work. all the while he's watching as you arrive home and immediately begin to pleasure yourself. at least now he has something to keep him motivated while he works— he can't wait to be done so you and him can pleasure yourselves together!

product: yandere husband.

gender neutral reader. mainly fluff. yandere-ish (a little).

yandere husband, who met you a few months after your high-school graduation. being a barista at his parent's cafe and seeing you walk up to the counter. oh, how he immediately fell in love with you. he found you beautiful— no, more than beautiful; glorious, angelic, heavenly.. there were too many words to describe you. he knew you were perfect.

yandere husband, leaving his number on the receipt taped to your to-go drink. he watched as you glanced at the writing while walking out the door. your eyes met his, smiling as you held your phone in your palm. his heart raced with nervousness. his phone buzzed as it showed a text message from an unknown number. when he lifted his head, you were gone. he was happy, elated even.

yandere husband, at work or at home texted you any moment he could. he really liked you— you were just so fun and interesting! he couldn't get enough of you, and you could get enough of him.

yandere husband, after a few dates and flirty conversations, you started dating him. his obsessive and possessiveness didn't start until your first i love you's. only then did he realize that he needed your touch, your voice, your presence, all of you. he needed you, only you.

yandere husband, after two years of dating him, fully comfortable and accustomed to each other, he's asking if you'd ever want to get married. after months of talking and questions, hinting at the idea, he finally proposes. on one knee as you're in bed while the early sun shines through the curtains. it was a beautiful scene for your eyes.

yandere husband, who is smiling from ear to ear once you say yes, pulling you into a long, loving kiss. now he can plan his next moves to have you all for himself, forever.

yandere husband, smiling brightly as he watches you walking down the aisle. your attire fitting you perfectly, it was divine on you. he could feel himself falling in love with you all over again.

yandere husband, who said his vows, holding your hands as he repeated the rehearsed words he spent months on writing. there were too many things for him to say, words couldn't describe how you made him feel. the love you brought him were beyond description— you were ineffable, intangible, unutterable. he'd do anything for you; go through any suffering or pain for you. he'd even kill for you, if it came down to it. once he'd end his speech, kissing your knuckles, he'd listen to your vows with a loving smile.

yandere husband, as soon as he was able to, he pulled you in close as he cupped your cheek and kissed your lips. a short yet eternal kiss that made him feel like the luckiest man on earth. parting, he held his lips near your ear, whispering, "'til death do us part."

yandere husband, once the wedding was over, he carried you to your shared hotel suite. immediately climbing into bed with you, smiling widely as he peppers you in kisses. you stay in his arms during the night, comfortably sleeping in his embrace after the long and overdrawn day. he adores your sleeping figure, keeping himself as still as possible as to not wake you. oh, how he can't wait to spend the rest of forever with you. "you're mine and i'm yours, my love. forever and always."

vonne, inc: masterlist. （ mature themes included ）

randoms/extras

konig x fem reader — giving him head

lucifer x fem reader — fantasies

armin x fem reader — teasing

imagine your favs — no plot, only porn

simon "ghost" riley x gn reader — stuck close

yanderes

yandere childhood friend x afab reader

yandere husband x gn reader

yandere assistant x gn reader

yandere neighbor x gn reader

yandere loser boy x gn reader — "studying"

yandere boss x gn reader — stolen shirt

yandere waiter x gn reader

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