You Are Covered In His Cum. Your Legs Are Shaking, Strands Of His Thick Seed Sticking And Dripping Between

You are covered in his cum. Your legs are shaking, strands of his thick seed sticking and dripping between your thighs. You can barely talk let alone walk. You come to the bathroom door but you are stopped by huge arms with long fingers hugging you from behind.

"Where do you think you're going?" His voice is low, growling, but soft and comforting and you shiver from delight. "Why are you leaving your place next to me."

"To take a shower."

"Oh no no no." His hands glide across your stomach and cup your tender breast. "I like to see you like this. Marked by my seed. Covered in it. Full of it."

You feel his penis throbbing against your back. "Don't tell me you want more?"

"It's never enough." He lifts you with his huge hands and pushes his pulsating cock between your thighs. "Mmmm, so warm, so soft, so tight."

He starts thrusting in and out, in and out, between your legs. You can see his moist glans getting soapy from your arousal and his cum. You tilt your hips so that his cock can rub against your clit. You hold his arms while he uses you like a doll, thrusting and bucking while he grinds and pleasures himself with your body. You cum and scream and he bites your neck as he shoots another load onto your skin.

"Is this finally enough?" You laugh.

He kisses your nose. "Never. And it's entirely your fault. Around you I can never feel satisfied."

Groundskeeper Reader who works in an allegedly haunted manor turned murder-mystery attraction, but the murder is real and the mystery is which guest ended up in the soup of the day- Whether Reader is human themselves is up for debate- They're satisfied with having a job that gives them a roof over their head and allows them to do their favorite thing - cleaning. The ghosts, ghouls and killers at the manor greatly appreciate Reader's efforts to keep their home tidy. They're adorable wandering around aimlessly with their shovel looking for a new guest to bury.

Groundskeeper is also selectively mute because they just like me sometimes fr and no talk, only clean. They overwork themselves to the point of not eating or sleeping which their coworkers are sure to fix for them. Again, whether Reader needs food is a mystery, but they'll eat if requested.

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[A group of axe welding ghouls circle around Groundskeeper Reader in the cemetery-]

Yan Ghost: Wait, guys- There's something familiar about this one...

[Groundskeeper Reader ignores them, pulling out a spray bottle and hosing down a grave stone with cleanser. Reader reaches over the back of the grace - picking up their hat they dropped earlier and putting it back on.]

The ghouls, in unison: Groundskeeper!!!

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Killler: Ugh.... I can't see out of the windows...

[The slasher wipes blood of the window with an old rag. Groundskeeper Reader watching in the background - nodding in approval before wandering off.]

Killer: The hell?.... Why does my face feel so warm?

[Later]

Killer #2: Dude, what are you doing?

Killer #1 - mopping the floors while occasionally looking around for Reader: Nothing.

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Chef: Ohh, Groundskeeper! One of our dear guests forgot to finish their meal. Would you be a dear and take care of this plate for me?

[Groundskeeper Reader wheels their trash can over to the table, reaching for the plate-]

Chef: Ah, ah, ah!- We don't waste food in this house. Have a seat and eat up before it gets cold.

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[Groundskeeper Reader drags a body out to the cemetery to bury it in one of the empty graves - ultimately falling asleep in the coffin. The Host of the attraction finds Reader - carrying them up to an empty bedroom.]

Groundskeeper Reader: ....

[Groundskeeper Reader wakes up alone, visibly distressed by the dirt they left on the clean sheets.]

Cat Hybrid Reader with Tentacle Maid Boy- Feral Cat Reader sees one of his tentacles peeking out his dress and thinks "Calamari...." Biting one of his arms would normally be a death sentence, but Cat Hybrid Reader is so cute with their ears and tail, plus it looks like the poor thing hasn't eaten in days! He knows all to well what that's like- He can forgive someone biting him just this once - as long as Reader stays with him in the manor. His room is nice and spacious so Reader should be happy. If they leave him after they've left a mark on his heart it'll just snap right in two-

Cat Hybrid Reader could also become Groundskeeper later on as a way to pay back the maid for all he's done for them. He insists they needn't worry about such silly matters, but Reader is a little bored in his room all day- They'd be able to see each other more often too.

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Tentacle Maid: Ouch! Who bit my arm?! I'll have the kitchen staff grind you into mince meat and see how you like being eaten!

[Cat Hybrid Reader cowers away, ears pressed flat against their head.]

Tentacle Maid - anger melting away: Oh, hello there. Was it you who bit me? How could a darling like yourself cause so much pain? You look unwell. Might you be hungry?

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Tentacle Maid: Dearest? Have you seen my wheelchair? I can't find it anywhere.

[Cat Hybrid Reader sleeps in his wheelchair beside a window with the perfect amount of sun bleeding through.]

Tentacle Maid: Oh!.... I should let you rest. Return it once you're done, won't you?

[Cat Hybrid Reader - awoken by his voice - pulls the maid into the chair and quickly climbs on top of him, laying their head on his shoulder.]

Tentacle Maid, petting their head: This works too...

-

[Cat Hybrid Reader puts on the groundskeeper's hat - their ears popping out of sides as they adjust it.]

Tentacle Maid: Ahhh! You're too precious! Please stay in my bedroom forever! I'll bring you all the seafood you could ever want- I'll brush your hair and give you all the love this world has denied you!

Camp Counselor x you

Rated 18 + — mature short content !

Includes: yandere best friend x fem reader, you guys are both camp counselors, bimbo reader, protective and obsessed behavior, mentions of blowjobs, fingering, manipulation, sort of fwb, he's whipped for you.

*Finally a yandere with a name! He goes by "Pres" or "your best friend." I should be working on other stuff soon, but I can't focus for some reason. LOL! Maybe yandere husband part four next, or the superhero. This is purely fictional writing!*

Synopsis: Your best friend convinces you to go to this remote camp deep into the woods with him. He marketed it as a fun paid getaway, but he was ready to taint your innocence.

You’re the exact person he would go for, and the one he’s been wanting to fuck. He wouldn’t dare to toss you aside like all the other women he’s been with. No, he wants you forever. You're his.

Being a camp counselor with your friend was hard. He had the hots for you, and that was pretty clear. Your best friend was named after the late famous singer Elvis Presley. His parents went absolutely crazy for the rock and roll musician, so much so that they named their son “Presley.” But he went by “Pres,” wanting nothing to do with the man he doesn’t even like.

Pres was a hot-headed and flirtatious nineteen-year-old who was only nice to you. He was a bit troubled and rough around the edges, smoking pot and drinking beer whenever he could. He got into a lot of fights, and most of them were because of you.

You were sweet, bubbly, and innocent. You had a tight, round ass that drove him wild, your hair always blowing in the wind, and your mini clothes accentuated your body perfectly. He bought you anything you wanted and did whatever you asked. Despite his tough exterior, he was a mushy, gushy guy on the inside.

He was your closest childhood friend, always coming to your house for years without a single break. Pres told you about the job, shoving the flyer in your face, and he raved about the opportunity. Money, sleeping in cabins, and taking care of kids—it all seemed pretty easy. It also meant he could have you all to himself for three whole months!

The day before the kids arrived for the summer, the counselors had one last meeting. You were able to check out the cabins, rest up for the night, and be well-rested for the morning. That was until your friend snuck out of his cabin and came to yours.

He tiptoed quietly, clinging to the shadows as he looked around to see if his supervisors were nearby. Slowly, he inched closer to your window. Your friend had told you to keep it unlocked, so he hoped you had listened. He let out a small grunt as he used his biceps to lift the window, which slid up smoothly.

“Oh would you look at that?” He muses, pushing his body though. He eyed you up and down, noticing how you were already in your pink silk nightgown. “Now that’s the prettiest sight I’ve ever seen.”

All of the boring and long hikes to see a couple of mountains meant nothing in comparison to this. Seeing you in your room with lit candles all around, your legs apart, and your supple breasts covered by thin fabric was captivating. His feet found footing on your carpet as he approached closer to your sleeping form. That night, he slept right by your side, not wanting to leave you for a single moment.

You both teetered on the line between just being friends and being lovers. He would try to convince you to make out with him. You were just his type: ditzy, pretty, and downright adorable. He could show you a good time if you let him. His hands would rest on your hips, lovingly rubbing your sides up and down, occasionally slipping lower to your ass.

Presley convinced the kids assigned to you to hang out with his group, all so he could pull you into the woods and put on a cute display. He showered you with little kisses on your neck, his deep, rumbling voice cooing swoon-worthy words, and his brown eyes held so much warmth and affection. It was enough to convince you to get down onto your knees, his cock already pulled out of his tan shorts.

You’re a hot babe. Even hotter with your lips around the head of his cock. It must've been your first time, or you were just struggling with his length. Pres guided your head up and down, and with a loud grunt he came inside your mouth. He would tell you that you did amazing, help you wipe your mouth clean, and he’ll return the favor.

He doesn't understand what personal space even means. Your bed was his, and his was always open for you and only you. Once he got his rowdy kids to settle down in their bunk beds, was the moment he had you trapped outside, his fingers soaking in your cunt. He had his hand around your mouth, his knee pushing your legs apart, and his fingers kept pressing against the spot that had your head spinning.

No matter what he does, you still think you guys are just friends. Even if that word does irk him, he'll use it to his advantage. Showering with him was something friends do, so you can’t really say no. Him helping you clean every crevice of your body was just him being nice. Him choosing specific outfits that he wants to see you in was only because he was a 'fashionista.' He barely gave you any time to argue back when he stuffed your body into the swimsuit in the dead of night.

Pres tried his hardest to woo you. On lake day, he would pull off his shirt, muscles on display, and jump into the water. When he came up to the surface, his hair glistening in the light and his body dripping wet, he would try to catch a fish—doing manly things to show off. If that didn’t work, he would walk inside with you to the grand hall, where he’d make friendship bracelets with you. You were happy to do simple things like that, and he’d even make flower crowns with you.

The yandere was a competitive and athletic man. He would win at all of the games—tug-of-war, rock climbing, and don’t even mention any sort of crossword puzzle near him. All of his winnings would go to you. The chocolate gold coins from See's Candies were yours, the tiny trophy he got for catching the most fish was in your hands before you could blink, and the whittled statue of a moose from capturing the prettiest pictures was promptly put into your bag.

He had his softer moments: carrying your suitcases for you and putting them into the shuttle when camp ended, wrapping his jacket around you when you shivered, and letting you have the window seat because you liked to sightsee. He would remember your favorite snacks (he forced himself to like the same things) and offer his arm to be used as your pillow during the drive.

Right when he thought the relationship had progressed into something more, with your head resting on his shoulder, you said the words he didn’t want to hear: "You're the greatest best friend I have ever had."

Ah, shit. Seriously?

“Mhm, yeah, yeah,” he said unenthusiastically with a slight eye roll, and he gently patted your head. “Just go to sleep.”

What would happen y/n is in lunch duty at yandere school?

Content: gender neutral reader, one mention of drugs!

You know there'll be a ridiculous line, going all around the school, because everyone wants to have their lunch touched by you.

"Wow, this looks amazing", one yandere exclaims in dramatic praise, wiping a single tear from their glossy eyes.

"...It's the same burgers we have every day. I'm just plating them", you clarify hesitantly.

Before the man can respond, a security guard swiftly escorts them out of the queue. It's the only way to keep the line going and not cause a traffic jam.

On the other hand, it's still a better outcome than the opposite scenario. Usually you have your own lunch, carefully prepared with utmost love (and platonic obsession) by your parents. Yet sometimes, if you feel particularly adventurous, you will check out the school's canteen instead.

The first time you tried the food, you ended up terribly feverish, squirming in your seat until a teacher dragged you to the nurse's office. Unbeknownst to you, a student had spiced your food in a moment of sheer desire and exaltation. It was swept under the rug, and the student was naturally reprimanded: everyone had to shamefully admit, however, that they might've done the same.

Since then, they've formed a special student committee meant to evaluate your plate and guarantee its safety.

"Have I been too picky with my order?" you wonder out loud, standing to the side and pacing from one leg to another. Everyone has already gotten their dish, yet you're still waiting for yours.

Mysterious.

[Yandere School Masterlist]

[suggestive]

Darling: So... You can change your appearance however you want?

Liu [Shapeshifter Parasite] That's right! [Internally] Do they not like my face as it is?....

Darling: Hm..... When you feel like having them, can you give yourself two dicks? I've always wanted to try double penetration, but I'm only really interested in having one partner.

Liu, covering their face with their hands: Y-yes... I think that's possible. [Internally] Did they really just ask that? What am I getting myself into?! Why do I want to kiss them even more now?!?