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In The Fox's Grasp

Yan!Fox x Immortal GN!Reader

Tw: yandere behavior, smut, mind corruption (being talked about), hints of manipulation

AN; This was made in relation to me making a new character which so happens to be a sly fox, and I made him into a yandere of course. His name is Kaiden, Kai for short.

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Your boyfriend couldn't help it, he just had to mark you and just take control over your body. It doesn't help that you've accepted to be his forever partner. Forever trap with him until the time ends (which means you and him are forever immortal). Now you're stuck here underneath him as he fucks you senseless. In his mind it seems like both are you are making love to each other, as partners should right? That's how he justifies it in his mind anyways. You would always lose to him and he would always have his way with you. There was nothing that could stop him or prevent him from making you his. No matter the amount of tear, pain or suffering you had to endure from him, he was determined.

His smiles terrify you, it looks so genuine but yet it gives off a controlling vibe. He had tried countless times to charm you and win you over naturally in the human world, but of course that didn't work with you. For whatever reason.

You tried to shake away the thought but it became difficult with his dick in you, phrasing you for taking him so well and making him feel so good. Ashamed at your body betraying you, you covered your face and tried to look away. Although it was hard with him right on top of you as he's just so immerse with your body. You felt so good to him and took him so well, he couldn't help it but keep going even though you are already worn out, while he still has yet to cum.

He chuckles at your attempt to hide yourself from him, even though that wasn't your intentions. It's so cute to see you squirm underneath him and taking his cock in you. He slowly leans to your neck and nibbles at it, making you jump and attempted to push him away. That wasn't going to work and why did you bother trying?

His cock felt so nice inside of you and just took up every inch in your hole. It felt so much better than a toy that's for sure. But you could never get use to his size no matter how many times he has made love to you. You can't get over his muscular hands as he moves them from all over your body, from your neck all the way down to your waist.

He enjoys seeing you go from being disgusted to being in pure lust for him. He loves the control that he has over you, even without his dick. It's so easy for you to submit to him as he knows every spot to make you feel good, like no other man has tried. He loves to hear you scream his name, to either hurry up and stop being slow or to stop being so fast and just hitting the right spots. He enjoys having your legs on his shoulders as he grabs your waist and forcibly fuck you senseless. It's so much for you that your legs began to shake again, you've lost count of how many times he has made you cum and how long it has past. You glance up at him and he makes eye contact with you, giving you a coy smirk as he knows what is about to happen. You shudder at his smirk and could only prepare for the intense pleasure he is going to bring to you.

Soon after that thought he slam right into your hole, tightly grabbing you waist and cums inside of you, meanwhile this isn't your first time cumming. You grab the bedsheets and moan as you arch your back, your legs shake as you slowly come down from the high. Painting heavily again as you try to calm yourself down and felt him slowly lay on top of you. His face in your neck has he takes a deep breath with your scent, he can't help but smile knowing how much control he has. Just a few more times he hopes and you will eventually break, becoming his own little toy to play with for the rest of eternity. Or maybe it would take a long time for you to break, but that doesn't matter to him at all. Because both you and him have the time in the world to do whatever you guys want. He will gladly use it to his advantage.

Sighing he slowly takes his dick out of your hold as you gasp from the sudden coldness. Craving that warm his dick gave you. He stands up and helps you move to the bathroom, to give you aftercare and to sooth any cramps or soreness you may have. He did go a bit harsh this time around compared to other times. That doesn't matter to him though because that means more time for the both of you to be together.

You will be his and he will eventually break your mind. It's only a matter of time before you give into him.

In reference to this ask, I’ve been thinking about Slime.

Slime Partner who wants to breed and be bred. You hold them down, fucking their slimey, dripping cunt until they clench around your strap and cum, lighter colored slime droplets bearing down their thighs. You fingering and playing with their cunt as they whine and cry. You shoving your fingers down their throat so they can only gag on them as you play with their slimey flesh.

Or them waking you up by pushing two cocks into you. You grunting and trying to get out from under them as they stretch out multiple hands to hold you down. Then mercilessly stretching your pretty little human cunt with both those fat slime cocks, thrusting and squishing them in and out of you. You beg them to be careful, but that only makes them go faster, them stretching out another cock when you start crying to shove down your throat to choke you. You gagging on the slimey thing as it pushes down your throat.

Your Slime Partner constantly fucking and stretching you, filling you with slime over and over again so your stomach is stretched and full of slime, and soon, Slime young.

Hi!! Saw that your requests were open, so why not ask?

I was wondering if you could do a luffy x reader, where Luffy is cuddling Y/N super affectionately, I was hoping this could be a sfw one!

Treasured

contents: Yandere!Luffy x gn!reader scenario in which they're cuddling very affectionately.

more Luffy content here

WARNINGS: NONE!

Napping is nice.

There aren't a lot of things to do on board, specially when travelling from one island to another. For days, even months, sailing is just quiet, the water rocking the boat softly.

He's holding you in his arms, he always does that after eating. His breathing is slow and deep, and yours is quite the same. He lets out a groan when he feels you shift positions.

— What's wrong? Why are you tossing like that? — he gets whiny when you wake him up, you have to repress a chuckle.

— Nothing, just wanted to hug you as well.

He hums, and clings tighter to you. His arms stretch and snake around your waist, immobilizing you with ease. He presses you closer to him, his face hides in the crook of your neck, nuzzling you. He breathes you in, then peppers soft kisses against your neck. He doesn't really know why or what he's doing, he's just obeying what his mind wants from you.

— You're so warm — he mumbles, he clings to you tighter, almost squeezing you too tight — You're warm, and all mine — he sounds nonsensical, like he isn't thinking, just spewing whatever words come to his mind — Want to keep you trapped forever, my own personal treasure. For me only.

He looks you in the eye, his face has an unusually dark glimmer. He caresses your face, his body envelops you further.

— Would you like that, ___? — he asks, he peppers your face with rough kisses — Would you like it if I trapped you in my arms forever. I'm a pirate after all, I should be keeping my treasure in a place only I know of... and you're my most precious treasure. You're so pretty... — he nuzzles you again, hugs you tightly and kisses every piece of skin he can find with an innocent nature. — Hope one day, I can do that... I'll be sure to make you happy, promise.

he's so cute ugh

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Oh Sweet Child of Mine (+18 Luffy)

Yandere Luffy X G/N Reader

Main series predominantly platonic yandere with au ends

Warnings: Rough sex, oral, unsafe sex, possesive behavior, yandere behavior, dubious consent, authority kink, power imbalance, haki and devil fruit shenanigans for sex (inflation, sorry if that triggers an flashbacks for some of ya'll), as well as Gear 5 spoilers, technically.

As requested by obsessedwithstardress on AO3, consider this a continuation of the Luffy ending.

Word Count: 1,581

It was an exhaustive chase that left you dizzy and collapsed onto a bed in a suspiciously knew looking room aboard the Thousand Sunny. Lungs aching from laughing so hard at the various antics Luffy engaged in to keep you in his arms as he ran from your crew—although technically they weren’t your crew anymore you supposed.

It wasn’t entirely clear? Oyaji’s recruitment was weird, so for all you knew, tossing someone over your shoulder and running off with them for long enough counted. Guess you’d figure out later. For now, you were just exhausted.

You leaned up, rubbing your face as you started to remove your glasses to find Luffy leaning against the door, hand on a pretty serious looking lock.

“…What’s up, Luffy?” You asked, noting that the tips of his black hair seemed more gray and puffy than the roots, a red glint heavy in his gaze as he grinned. His footsteps sure and heavy as he walked to the edge of the bed, crawling up between your legs to loom over you. There was a palpable tension in the air between you as he chuckled deep in his throat.

“Finally… You’re right where you need to be.” Luffy declared in a low grumble, leaning down to press his lips to your throat. His hands sliding over the blankets to grip your waist. Pinning you in place as he nipped and ran his tongue over your racing pulse. You gasped, gripping his open shirt in shock.

“Luffy?!” You huffed, barely restraining a moan as heat raced down your spine. His hot breath washing over your cheek as he leaned in close to whisper into your ear.

“It’s Captain, to you.” A shockwave washed over you, instantly taking away your breath as you collapsed flat onto the bed. Pressure squeezing down like gravity as Luffy—Captain—grinned hungrily down at you. His eyes glowing red as black hair turned to smokey white. You tried to sit up, maybe ask some sort of question, but the intense feeling in the air only grew thicker as you fought to breath.

“C-Captain…?” Captain sighed, shuddering as he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. Then to your lips in a slow slide, his thick tongue parting your lips in a shallow sweep. You panted, dizzy and despite yourself, excited.

“Sorry for the wait. I’ll make it up to you. Just lay there and take it.” Captain whispered, tongue growing long and thick as he lapped up your neck. The tip pressing into your lips as you whined. He dipped in slowly, letting you feel every inch as it dominated your lips and throat. The drums thudding against your skin and racing your heart as you stretched around the intrusion beyond reason.

You swallowed hard as you panted through your nose, eyes sliding shut as he groaned, his tongue massaged in the motion. Your body utterly failing to move underneath the conqueror’s haki pressure and thundering beat of your Captain’s devil fruit.

Your Captain raised his hand, pressing down on your swollen throat as you whined, squeezing down as you felt the constriction double between his grip and tongue. But still, you could somehow just barely breath. Enough to wheeze a moan as his other hand swept over your bare skin underneath your shirt.

He pulled away slowly, your eyes hazy and teary as he watched his tongue roll out of your throat from under his hand hungrily. The wet muscle dripping over your chin and chest as he rolled it onto his mouth with a lewd smack. His grin pleased and hungry still as you panted hard.

Captain roughly ripped away your clothes until you were bare and trembling underneath him. His hands all over you as he fondled your body. He took your ankles in his hands, gently probing the delicate skin thoughtfully as he looked at the bedframe.

“You’d look good tied up in knots…” Captain murmured to himself, kissing your heel before scooting backwards. His grip not letting go as he went. Instead of dragging you with him, your legs stretched out slowly, the drums echoing in your chest as he twisted your ankles around the bedframe posts. Tying them in knots to spread your thighs wide apart under his hungry gaze.

“L-Luu—ooooh~!” Captain squeezed your open, trembling thighs hard and you swiftly corrected yourself. “C-Caa—aaahn—ptain~!” You moaned, hands weakly fisting the pillow under your head.

“Not now… I’m eating~” Captain admonished you, tongue sliding up your thigh and immediately pressing against your quivering rim. Between the thrumming drums and his slick spit, your walls parted easily—the stretch still making you gasp as he buried himself in deep. Your lower body distending as he growled. One hand gripping your thigh hard and the other pressing down against the swell.

Even under the immense pressure on your body, you began to shake and gasp, arousal dripping onto the bed. Your Captain’s tongue unrelentingly pressing against your walls and expanding the tight, cramped space beyond human bounds. The sound lewd and wet with his pleased groans. Lips sealed over your wet skin as he kissed your body intimately.

Your thighs shook, vibrating against the knot around the bedpost as you jerked and moaned louder. Gasping and whining against the pleasure of your Captain’s hungry tongue. You shrieked, spine arching sharply as you broke open, drenching your Captain who completely ignored you save a deep snarl as he went deeper.

Cold sweat broke out over your skin as you weakly writhed underneath the onslaught that never seemed to end. Your Captain’s sheer gluttony astounding as he split you open under his tongue alone with loud, wet smacks.

Your body began to burn as you came for the fourth time with no signs of stopping, a harsh whine ripping through your throat.

“C-Captain! Caaptain~! Stop! Stop! T-Too much—ooh~Ooh~! Fuck~!” You keened, clenching down onto his writhing tongue again. You cried, actually cried, as your Captain slowly withdrew. Smacking his lips as your trembled at the overstimulation.

Even without his haki pressing down on you, destroying your will to move, you wouldn’t have been able to do anything but cry and pant for air with a low whine.

Captain looked down at you with a smirk, panting for air himself like he would have kept going—your pleas be damned—if he didn’t have another goal for the night.

“No it’s not. It’s not nearly enough… gotta make sure you know who you belong to.” Captain grinned, baring his teeth down at you as he slapped your thigh, your ankles instantly popping off the bedposts and snapping back to normalcy. “Remember who’s your captain~” He plucked your glasses and tossed them away.

Your Captain gripped your waist and flipped you over, drums thundering against your chest as he lifted up your hips. Pulling them up into an impossible arch as he slammed into you, hilting his thick cock in one move. You swear your ass folded over as he leaned over your spine. Face burying into your shoulder as he pressed your head into the pillow. Suffocating you as he railed you open in an unrelenting pace.

Your walls burning and quivering around him as he seemed to inflate inside you.

But your walls didn’t expand supernaturally along with his cock.

Your wails muffled into the soft pillow as he spread you open, carving your body to his hard cock with every thrust. Thighs slamming into you ass with wet, sticky slaps from your arousal. You opening began to burn, your sobs jerking with every hilt.

“C’mon~ Who am I? Say it~!” Your Captain giggled into your damp skin, nipping hard as you wailed, drenching his cock as you struggled around his thickness.

You squirmed, forcing your face out from the pillow to look at him.

He was close enough that all you could see was the manic gleam in his burning red eyes. White hair whipping around his head as he grinned inhumanly wide, his hands keeping your waist propped up for his rough thrusts.

“K-King~! M-My King~!”

His expression froze in shock, hot cum bursting instantly into your sore walls as he whined, face red like his eyes. His smile trembling as he groaned, hips grinding against your ass.

The snarl was deep and like thunder against your back, his teeth bared like he was about to take a bite out of you.

He yanked you back against his chest, allowing your body to return to normal besides his thick cock still splitting you open. Your King rested his chin on your shoulder gently, hands caressing your thighs like you were made of glass as he lifted them up with his forearms. Hands reaching behind your head as you were folded in half—still utterly human and trembling in his arms as he sat up on his knees. Lifting you entirely with his own strength.

He kissed your lips almost playfully, licking across your hanging tongue as you moaned with a sneer.

“Exactly. And you’ll take everything your King gives you, won’t you?” Your King sighed before laughing, the drums in your blood now as the burning between your thighs lessened despite his cock growing inside you. A chuckle tickling your sore throat as euphoria raced against the heat. “Of course you will~! You’re my perfect subject~”

Your King laughed and laughed, slamming you onto his impossible cock.

And you wailed with uncontrollable laughter with him.

ix. deer dolly

see all chapters here apologies for the delay! this SHORT chapter is all about the long-awaited reunion, filled with steamy scenes. no plot points, just pure passion. if this portrayal isn't your cup of tea, feel free to skip to the next chapter: to be posted in a few days. tags: fem! reader, alastor being demisexual/demiromantic, allusions to marital activities, steamy bordering smut, mention of blood and injury, religious symbolism, love as a fucked up obsession

As you shut your eyes, the world around you dissolves into swirling shadows. The darkness envelops you, cocooning you in a sense of weightlessness. Pressed against Alastor, you bury your face into his suit, your cheek brushing against the smooth silk of his tie. The decrepit, torn building fades away, replaced by the crisp, clean ambiance of a hotel room. The air feels fresher, devoid of the musty odors that had clung to your senses before. Light streams in through the windows, casting delicate patterns on the walls that dance and sway with ethereal grace.

"Cher."

Rough lips press tenderly against the side of your temple and a heave escapes your chest, tears tracing silent paths down your cheeks, their presence unnoticed until they meet the fabric beneath your eyes, staining Alastors suit. The noise of your own blood rushing in your ears drowns out all other sounds, leaving you isolated in a world of agony.

Suddenly, the pain in your ankle resurges with a vicious intensity, sending waves of agony coursing through your body. A whimper escapes your lips, barely audible amidst the overwhelming sensation. It feels as though your very being is folding in on itself, ribs straining against flesh, breath catching in your throat. With the adrenaline long gone, every ache and throb becomes magnified, threatening to consume you whole.

"Al, it hurts," you manage to utter, your voice strained with anguish.

Alastor remains silent, his dilated, frenzied eyes locked onto your shaking form. His hand reaches up, lingering where your throat meets your jaw, the sharp points of his claws pressing down with a calculated pressure. You feel a sharp nip, and a bead of blood begins to seep from the small wound, a crimson offering that seems to stir something primal within him.

His mouth waters, and he swallows audibly, his gaze fixated on the trickle of blood.

"Sweet girl," he murmurs softly, the words a stark contrast to the hunger in his eyes. His thumb moves to gently swipe away the tears that streak down your cheeks, his touch oddly tender despite the predatory gleam in his gaze.

Leaning down, Alastor presses a tender kiss against the small wound, his lips a soothing balm against the raw edges of your suffering. A rush of conflicting emotions floods through you—pain, longing, and a desperate craving for his touch. With a soft sniffle, you raise a trembling hand to press against the back of his head, your fingers threading through his hair.

Alastor responds to your desperate craving, his hands flying to your hips as he lifts you effortlessly and lays you down onto a nearby chair. One of his shadows encircles your ankle, causing you to tense instinctively. However, instead of pain, you feel a cool sensation spreading through your skin, soothing the ache and tension. With a sigh of relief, you close your eyes, allowing yourself a moment to relax into the chair.

All the while, Alastor's gaze pierces through you, his eyes dark with desire and desperation.

You're right in front of him, vulnerable and exposed, a temptation too potent to resist. The taste of your blood still lingers on his tongue and he longs to sink his teeth into your soft flesh, to taste the sweetness of your essence as he consumes you with a fervor bordering on madness, leaving marks that brand you as his and his alone. Every fiber of his being yearns to ravage and possess you, to consume you in a frenzy of passion.

But he understands that to yield to his desires would mean risking further harm to you, and he cannot bear the thought of causing you any more pain.

And so, with a tortured soul and a heavy heart, he fights against the primal instincts that surge within him, denying himself the one thing he craves above all else.

As the minutes pass and the pain begins to dissipate, you find yourself panting softly, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Exhaustion and relief wash over you in waves, mingling with the lingering ache that still echoes through your body.

Gazing up at Alastor, you smile, your hands instinctively moving to rest on his lower abdomen, seeking the reassuring warmth of his touch in the dimly lit room.

A silence stretched between you, thick and suffocating.

Alastor's hands remain clenched at his sides, the strain evident in the way his claws dig into his palms, threatening to break through the surface of his flesh. The protection of his gloves is the only barrier preventing the sharp tips from drawing blood.

His intense gaze, like twin flames burning in the shadows, enveloped you in their fiery embrace. Crimson eyes, almost glowing with intensity, held you captive, trapping you in a cage of his unspoken desires.

With each passing moment, it became increasingly apparent that he was relinquishing control, leaving you with the reins in your hands and him at your mercy.

Straightening yourself, you let your nails graze over his abdomen before landing on his beating chest. The rhythmic pulse beneath your touch erratic. Finally, after what feels like an eternity to Alastor, you break the stifling stillness with a voice barely above a whisper. "On your knees."

Alastor's gaze darkens, a predatory glint flashing in his eyes as he pauses for a moment, as if considering your request. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, your husband obeys, sinking to his knees before you.

Wasting no time, you seize him by the collar, pulling him close as your lips collide in a fevered kiss. The red lipstick you wear leaves its mark on his mouth, staining and smearing across his lips, cheek, and jaw. A low growl escapes him as he tugs off the jacket to his suit before his claws are grazing down your legs, leaving a trail of destruction as the fabric of your stockings tears with an audible rip.

With a breathless whimper, his name rolls off your lips, and Alastor freezes in place. It's as if something inside him shatters, a floodgate bursting open to release the pent-up longing and passion that he's kept restrained for so long.

Suddenly, his arms tighten around you, pulling you closer as he responds to the urgency of your kiss with equal fervor. With a low, primal grunt, your husband pushes against you. Every brush of his lips against yours, every press of his body against yours, speaking of a hunger that can no longer be contained. It's a hunger born of years of yearning and longing, a hunger that demands to be sated here and now.

Both of you lean back, lost in the intoxicating frenzy of desire. The chair beneath you groans and creaks ominously under the strain before finally giving way with a loud snap.

You yelp in surprise as the ground rushes up to meet you, but before you can hit the hard floor, Alastor's arms wrap around you protectively, catching you in a tight embrace. With a swift motion, he pulls you up into his embrace, effortlessly supporting your weight as he holds you close.

With deliberate steps, Alastor guides you to the edge of the bed before gently lowering you onto its soft surface. You land with a huff and a thud, the mattress embracing you like a comforting embrace.

As you settle onto the plush bedding, Alastor follows suit, hovering above you with his arms caging your head. Leaning down, he presses a trail of kisses down the valley of your breasts, each touch igniting a fire within you.

The straps of your white silk dress are tugged down, revealing the curve of your chest as you melt into the softness of the mattress. Your body instinctively arches towards his touch, every nerve alive with anticipation. As his hands explore the contours of your body, your mind succumbs to a blissful haze, thoughts dissolving into a fog of desire and need.

"Al..."

Alastor continued his ministrations, each kiss a fervent prayer offered up to the goddess beneath him. A reunion long overdue, it felt akin to a sacred ritual. With each tender touch of his lips, he sought to worship you in the most unholy of ways, offering himself up as a devoted supplicant at the altar of your desires.