This fic was based on a very intense dream I once had about orcs. I’m really proud of this one, so I hope you all enjoy it! It’s another long one, and has been in the making for over a few weeks. Any comments are appreciated <3
Warnings: yandere, orc! Franklin, fantasy races, violence, explicit description of war, explicit description of violence, nsfw, non-con turned dub-con, kidnapping, toxic relationships, mentioned future pregnancy, violence toward reader, needles, human trafficking, 8.6 k words
The field was barren.
There were a few people in the far distance running away, hiding behind burning carts and houses in their attempt at escape. It didn’t matter if they managed to get away now, since tonight the hounds would be let loose, following and killing anyone whose scent fled out of the battlefield. The beasts had little intelligence outside of their bred purpose, and seemed to utilize whatever they did have to be cruel, often biting off limbs first, slowly gnawing away at bone, waiting for their prey to die.
In the midst of the field laid a soldier, crying out in pain, probably due to his armor being dented in a way that implied massive internal damage, as well as his legs being about ten feet away from his main body. It would take about five minutes before he succumbed to the pain and died, but until then he’d scream in agony, which is why the nearest orc, looting the nearby corpses for their valuables, drew his club and smashed the soldier’s head in, the battlefield a bit quieter.
It had been a messy battle, an unsatisfying one as well. The settlement had drawn the orc’s ire by delivering a pledge of war, a spike embedded with the tusks of their kin. Few still dared to make such bold claims after years and years of endless one-sided conflict, the orc’s decimating all that was in their path. They were stronger, did not complain about anything, and honored their ancestors and progeny by expansion of their land, of their influence. Every inch of soil was paid for in blood, and it was not theirs that would pay the price.
The only down side the race had was their low numbers, but that did not matter greatly, one orc managing to kill villages without breaking a sweat.
If yall can’t tell by now, I like yanderes. Maybe it’s because I grew up in a family that never told me they love me or because they body shamed me into an Ed. But the idea of having some love me, evening it’s unhealthy, just hits different . So with that I was thinking of making another blog solely for yandere and smutty shit. Or should I just post it here? What yall think?
one of yandere doctor’s favourite kinks is to tie your hands behind your back, lay your stomach on his lap and spank your ass, but not with any objects, but with his own palm. he loves to see it red, bruised, all sorts of colours like gasoline and see parts of his handprints. and in the aftermath when you aren’t able to sit properly, it makes him giddy because he knows you recall the whole experience all over again. and he becomes conflicted when he offers you ointment, he does want you to heal but at the same time he wants to keep his hand print on you longer.
yandere bodyguard who has a ritual of watching you when you sleep. how your stomach softly rises and falls, how you shift in your bed with barely any clothing. how he has to bite on his fist and pinch himself to not be reckless. to not let his desires pull him in and do as he always wanted to do to you. yandere bodyguard who sees you as a dangerousandtempting being when you sleep. yandere bodyguard who feels guilty and dirty when he finally gives in, hovering over you breathless and continually trying to hold back his groans spilling from his lips, watching your unknowing self sleep peacefully. even when you’re accidentally coated you don’t awake, and even with a warm cloth wiping at your face, you still don’t wake. tempting little devil.
yandere flower shop owner who is prone to overstimulating themselves because youjustfeelsogood.they’ll be so sensitive the longer they keep going, whimpering and groaning at how fragile their sex have become. of course they’ll be praising you throughout, grateful for letting them continue as you laid there all pretty-like, thank you’s and ‘so good’ just spouting out of their mouth like a seance. but you’d have to expect stuttering and cut offs with their moaning. if you’re too tired or exhausted, don’t worry, they’ll use other parts of your body for them to keep going. you’ll be covered in their slick and liquids, and they’ll collapse beside you, cuddling you closely in the petal filled bed.
cw. dumbification, force, kidnapping, noncon, sexual themes, top yandere x bottom gn!reader, yandere themes
This flat wasn’t particularly appealing, but it was serviceable. It was also the only place you could reasonably afford at this time. The positive side, and what mainly kept you here, was the assurance that you were safe. Safe from him. How long had it been? You weren’t sure. Would he know? Would you be surprised if he had been counting the seconds? You weren’t sure. It shouldn’t matter.
This flat wasn’t particularly appealing, but it was serviceable. It was also the only place you could reasonably afford at this time. The positive side, and what mainly kept you here, was the assurance that you were safe. Safe from him. How long had it been? You weren’t sure. Would he know? Would you be surprised if he had been counting the seconds? You weren’t sure. It shouldn’t matter.
You sighed and proceeded to your bed, which was a pull-out from the couch. At the very least, there was a television in front of it to divert your attention away from the situation. You lay your body on the bed as you arranged it, allowing your weight to grow heavy and rest securely. With a contented sigh, your hand reached for the nearby remote, and just as you were about to turn it on, your motions were halted by a thundering knock. Your brows wrinkled as you slowly say up, shifting your body to peer at the door. You were surprised by the loudness and abruptness of the knock, which jolted your heart and body. Your thoughts drifted to him at first, but you shook them off, assuming he wouldn’t have found you here. Maybe it was a friend visiting or the landlord wanting something? Whomever it was, the knocking didn’t stop. You rolled out of bed, rolling your eyes at the incessant pounding.
You opened the door roughly, “Yes?” You tried to hold in your displeasure but the tone had a frustration in it, revealing your true feelings. When the familiar figure loomed over you, your displeasure turned to fear. His red eyes glowed brightly, piercing yours. His wide smile revealed his teeth, they were gleaming and pointed, like those of a shark. You backed away from him, occasionally stumbling, befuddled and terrified. “H-how–…how did you find me?” You asked, your breath caught in your throat as you saw him enter the room, his footsteps heavy and resonant on the hardwood floor. His gaze swept the room, taking in the shithole you called home. His gaze then shifted to yours.
“Now you can’t just run away and think I won’t find you, Bunny.” Kirishima grinned, his nickname making you squirm. Within the heavy quiet, you both stared into one other’s eyes, despite the fact that your loud racing heart was all you could hear in your ears. “You wanna do it here, or back at our home?” With a grin on his face, he questioned, eager to watch your next move. "I’ll let you choose on the count of three, Bunny.” Your breath raced, you took another step back but you almost lost your footing when you hit the bed behind you.
“One.”
You returned his stare, and he returned yours. He was outraged, and you were afraid. You cast a sidelong glimpse at the nearby bathroom before returning your gaze to him. He cocked his head, indicating that he had picked up on it.
“Two.”
You hurried to the door, your fingers extending to the door knob, ignorant to how loud your feet echoed on the floors. “Three.” It only took a fraction of an inch to open the door, and that fraction of an inch was all it needed for him to grab your arm and drag you to the bed. You tried to pull away, scratch and bite on his hand but it was all futile. “Bad Bunny.” He threw you onto the bed, getting on top of you instantly before you could move away. “You leave without a word, hide from me for months, and when I give you the chance to let me go easy on you, you pull a small stunt like that?” His face leaned into yours, ignoring your small mutters of ‘sorry’ and ‘please’. Licking the small tear that had trailed down your cheek. When he reached your eye, he gave a small soft peck before nipping at the skin. “I feel like you want me to be provoked.”
Tearing the clothes you had on, he ignored your cries and feeble attempts at escaping his hold, he was to preoccupied at being in awe with the body he once cradled close to every night. This soft body that he knew like the back of his hand, every sensitive spot that made you twitch. How he missed it. It felt so empty in the house, he couldn’t even be near the bed, it was too quiet without you. His mind at times would play cruel tricks on him, playing sounds of your breathing and your small groans, but whenever he opened his eyes, he was disappointed and wrecked.
“Kirishima, p-please…please don’t-“ You grimaced as his palm held your cheeks roughly, but he paid it no mind. You were already naked from head to toe, the cold air stinging your skin, causing your hair stand on end.
“If it’s not you moaning my name and begging for my dick, I don’t want to hear it.” He paused, his eyes on yours for a few moments, “You don’t get to get out of this one, (y/n).”
His hand trailed towards your sex, a grin forming on his face when he notice how active it had become. Brought his ego higher. After months of not seeing him, and after all this pleading of ‘no’s’, you so easily become unravelled? Oh, now you must be playing games with him. But he would be lying if he said he didn’t absolutely love how excited you have gotten. You may object but your body pleads for his touch and love, and he will be nothing if not eager to give you just that and more. Playing further to have you ready, his eyes went over to watch your face and he was nothing be pleased to what he had found.
Glassy eyes, parted lips and pink stained cheeks. No matter how much you tried to deny and hold back, his fingers were reeling out pleasures that no person could have the ability to do. You bit on your lips, hard , you didn’t want to egg him on with your moans but his thumb had pulled your bottom lip and that opened a whole symphony that thrilled his heart. And just as you were close to reaching your high, he stopped. You looked up in confusion as to his sudden pause, but you were met with his dick lining up to your entrance enthusiastically. Your hands flew to his chest to stop him but it as futile. His tip entered slowly right before plowing his entire length without warning.
Without a chance for you to get used to his huge dick or at the least bit regain some sort of regular breathing, he began to thrust vigorously, desperately.The sounds of skin slapping, moans from you and grunts from him creating a melody carried within the dim lit room. You were no longer shouting ‘no’s’ or crying to be left alone, this time you were moaning to your hearts content, whimpering every time he huge cock hit that bundle that made your body soar. With no regard for the outside world or anyone else, Kirishima continued to thrust with such manic speed, only pausing for a small amount of time to join his lips on yours. Kissing you as if it was the last kiss he would have of you. Filled with lust and desperation. He was in complete control over you in this moment.
You were fucked dumb, only muttering incoherent sentences and his name pooling out of your mouth as though he was a god. And in his mind, he felt that be was in this present moment. Actually, whenever he was with you, he felt empowered and strong. When you disappeared, weakness seeped into him and he was left insecure with emptiness in heart. But not anymore, not when he’s going to cage you, persuade you that he is the only one you will ever need in this life.
“Kiri! Kirishima…aahh! C-cumming…Kiriiii!” You whined his name, the build up of the pleasure coming to an end, and it seemed as it was the same for him as his speed doubled and groans of your name escaped his lips. His hands gripped your hips painfully tight, pushing and pulling your body onto his thick member. Fast paced and heavy, your feet curled and eyes rolled at the release that violently hit you. Kirishima followed right after. Pumping you full with cum while you covered him with your own liquids. He whimpered your name and collapsed on top of you. He refused to pull out just yet, savouring the feeling of your tight hole hugging his recovering dick. He was trying his best to not crush you with his weight, but he was worn out from cumming so hard.
As the pleasure was running its course, Kirishima’s hand snaked from beneath you and curled around your body. His eyes closing in peace, his head resting against your chest as his ears listened in on your heartbeats, making him almost drift to sleep. “I’ll clean you up, and then we’ll leave and go home, okay Bunny?” He certainly wasn’t asking for permission, nor will he ever when it came to something like this. How could he? When he held you tight like this, and imagined scenarios of the two of you living the rest of your lives tightly knit together, there was no way he would give you the chance to leave, he couldn’t afford losing you— not again.
yandere doctor is such a perv but you’ll never notice it. he’ll request for you to take off your shirt so he can use his tools to listen to your heartbeat, and as you do he will be subtly eyeing your chest with hunger, pools of saliva threatening to drool out, and his fingers are just twitching to have a feel of it. to tie your hands behind your back, leaving you defenceless to his groping.
that perverse doctor of yours, it seems he can’t get enough of you.
cw. aggression, bruises, dubcon, implies noncon, power dynamics (?), sexual themes, top yandere x bottom reader, violence, yandere themes
his body is built like a machine. being a hardcore player for rugby/football, if he isn’t throwing out his frustration and energy in the game, then the job falls onto you letting him release it.
huge and intimidating, he is an everyday jock. with a few twists. he’s got the cocky, arrogant, confident side, but he also has the deep drive of hoisting you into the air and claiming you as his in front of the stands. although he seems like the typical jock, he is actually politically correct towards people. if he sees discrimination, he isn’t one to laugh at the scene or walk by. if he doesn’t like something, he’ll make sure everyone knows, and people follow him. he’s a star, he’s looked up to by other students and admired by the teachers. they see a strong man who doesn’t bully and torture others, he may not have all the intelligence but he isn’t compared to the other unbearable jocks and those portrayed in the media.
he demands to carry your books, he’ll purposely knock them from your hands or have somebody do it just so he can help. he likes to show off his skill and strength to you, kind of like a peacock but will always deny it if you point it out. if you do not come to his every game that he has, even training, he will immediately stop what he is doing and find you. it won’t be hard, he’s popular and can ask almost everyone if they’ve seen you, and someone will know where you are. he always expects for you to cheer his name during his games, yet even if you don’t, he always points to you right before scoring a goal as of to say this is for you. the way he treats you behind closed doors really depends on how the game(s) and/or training.
he has to fuck you almost six times a day on the weekends just to be satisfied for the week. and that is only if he has had a good week. say if he had a terrible day at practice or had lost a game, he’s full of frustration that he absolutely needs sessions that goes on for hours. within those hours you will experience constant praising and body worshipping. it can also range to hardcore pounding filled with fury but even doing that, he tells you how much he adores you and how he will break the bones of anyone who touches you and will fuck you until your brain dead if you ever leave him.
one thing to note is the marks he will always leave on your body. it almost shocks him, mainly because at times where the sex is gentle and slow, you’ll still come out with a mark placed. it further establishes the power he has in strength. not that he minds though, he’ll rip any clothes that cover the marks, forcing you to wear revealing clothes that show them. also forced to wear his jacket, his name and number making a claim on you, to ward off all the other weaklings who hover around you.
whether aggressive or loving, he will always praise you, it’s always a different thing he compliments about you. he can be pinning you to the wall, thrusting into you like you’re a piece of meat, not caring about your legs collapsing, he’ll be holding you up anyways, and all the while he will be leaning against your ear groaning and praising you, saying how fucking sexy your body is. how you’re his and only his. fuck does he love forcing you to say he’s yours.
out of most my yandere’s, he’s one of the top of most violent. this man is capable of punching through a person’s chest so hard, his fist can break through the skin. not that he has done that, but he is capable. a fearsome person to have on your bad side, not only does he have the strengths and speed, but will consistently be supported by large groups of people. you won’t get to him that easy, nor run away from him as well.
WARNINGS:MENTIONS OF PAST NON-CON/DUB CON, SOFT ZORO, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, SOFT SEX, PENETRATIVE SEX, YANDERE, IMPLIED KIDNAPPING.
You have never seen him like this, maybe it’s the moonlight, or the lighting, maybe you’re getting too caught up on the atmosphere, but tonight he looks ethereal. His dark eye glimmers under the dim light that enters through the window of your shared room. His skin, tan and rough is pressed against yours. Your breath hitches, and he presses a hand over your mouth to shut you up. He always does this, tries not to hurt you but you always end up being so noisy over nothing. Sometimes he calls you a coward and tells you to just shut up and take it, other times he kisses your forehead, slips a finger over your tongue and presses it down as he tells you you’re doing great and he’s almost done.
But tonight, you gently tap his arm, your eyes are pleading for something only two lovers would understand with only a look. He slowly lifts his hand, and with a gentle touch he places his palm over yours, he almost flinches when you close your fingers and wrap his hand gently. He can feel his heartbeat fasten and his breath gets irregular. And for the first time, you both smile, swallowing harshly, you link both of your hands together as he starts moving inside you. His smirk is small, barely noticeable, so calm and perfect. He looks so pretty. You want to kiss him, but you’re too shy to ask him. Instead you only stare into his eye. Your moans and gasps are soft, so that the others will not be disturbed by the noise. He groans in your ear, lowering his head so that his hot breath tickles your neck just enough to make you shiver a bit.
— Zoro… — your mewl is soft, the grip in his hand tightens as he groans again, you’re getting tighter down there and he can feel it. Soon enough, you’re both cumming.
— Y/n… — he mumbles back now, removing a couple of loose strands of hair from your face, making you shyly smile as he softly traces your cheeks — what has gotten into ya’ tonight? Ya’ normally aren’t as well behaved.
— Just wanted to be good tonight. Why are you complaining?
— ‘M not complaining, just confused — he lifts you up a little so now you’re resting your body on top of him instead of beside him — Thank you’ for being so good for me, promise I’ll make it up with something’. I love ya’ a ton, pretty.
The nickname makes you coy, hiding your face in his chest. He chuckles softly, before kissing your forehead and getting ready to sleep.
