Novel & Cerita Yandere Creepypasta X Reader

The world I once saw as beautiful is now tainted with evil. Steph breaks my deep, dark thoughts with a different set of deep and dark, “I gotta read you this chapter!” She shrieks. “Go on,” I roll my eyes. She reads me several chapters and I confess to my A****n order, which makes her ecstatic because now we can share our thoughts on the story. She explained to me why she never texted me back last night because of her role-play with Julian and his stupidity for not giving her a heads up. She insists that X and I need to try it out and that it’s a whole new experience. We’ll see…

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

he murmured against her flesh, the vibration adding another layer of sensation. His fingers established a steady pace, pushing deeper with each stroke while his tongue continued its relentless attention. Wendy's breathing became ragged, her body tensing as pleasure built within her. Just as she approached the edge, Felix slowed his movements, drawing back slightly. "Not yet," he murmured, looking up to meet her frustrated gaze. "I want to savor this." He withdrew his fingers only to replace them with his tongue, pushing it inside her. The change in sensation made Wendy cry out, one hand flying to her mouth to stifle the sound.

Lisa. I stayed on my hands and knees on the living room carpet, my tongue hanging out like an obedient little whore, eyes looking up at Liam’s two older brothers. My short sundress was already bunched around my waist, my ass in the air, pussy dripping onto the floor from how turned on I was. Tyler grinned down at me and grabbed a fistful of my hair. “That’s a good start. Now crawl closer and show us how much you want these cocks.”

His eyes glowed red with lust and hatred as they focused on her, causing a throb of primal yearning to pulsate between her legs. “Oh, geesh, really?” I muttered. “You just watched this dude rip out your history professor’s throat, and now you want to get freaky with him after turning him down so many times when he was being sweet and kind and generous in his human form? Unbelievable.” Except I bet the scene that followed was going to be too hot to resist, so sign me up right alongside her because I was the one who flipped the page on my e-reader, eager to see what happened next.

"Makes our wolves go crazy. The need to catch our mate is primal. As is the need to–" His words cut off as his hand on my breast traveled lower. My stomach tightened as his soft touch trailed across my skin, right down to that aching point. My mouth opened on a gasp, and suddenly it was full. Rhys grabbed a handful of my hair, his hardness salty on my tongue. "I am going to make you scream around him." Xander's fingers pressed into me. I groaned, but the sound was muffled. "So responsive and ready. Should we satisfy the heat, Beta? Fill her from both ends?"

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains breeding/impregnation fantasies, rough sex, dominance/submission dynamics, and werewolf erotica themes. Reader discretion advised – triggers for non-consensual undertones in fantasy context, size difference, and intense power play. This is going to be a long series. Enjoy ;) CHAPTER ONE

**Content Warning:** This chapter contains explicit content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised Aria's POV: As he walked deeper into the room, the dim light revealed Xander. His nose flared in alert, and his jaw clenched. His eyes flashed golden a few times as he walked towards me. I don’t need to tell him what was going on with me because from his eyes, I know he must be able to smell the heat and my arousal. A whimper escapes my lips when the heat increases. “Help me,” I say between sobs.

Creed instantly massaged my chest after our kiss, and I could feel his smirk. The tightness of Xander's hold on both sides of my waist at that precise time makes me feel like a wild animal on the run. Not at all, as evidenced by the fact that he continues to move his hips as if to pump my womb with some unknown energy. I can feel some light growing around my body being transmitted to Xander just as he spilled his seeds into the mine as I was ready to cum. When I blink at that point, Xander and Creed are already on both sides and are indeed poking both of my holes until they pump it up. I continue to scream as I hear the lewd noises we are making.

My moans vibrated through his cock; his groans answered, low and broken. Jaxon added a third finger, stretching me wider. His tongue never stopped—lapping at my clit, then dipping lower to circle my entrance around his thrusting fingers. The wet, sloppy sounds of him eating me out filled the room, obscene and loud. I was close already—too close. My thighs shook, muscles clenching around his fingers. Rylan must have felt it because he pulled out of my mouth just long enough to growl, “Come for us, Cress. Let him taste how much you love this.”