I Love This And This Is So Cute.

Heyyy so if you’ve been around here long enough and payed attention to some of my hints about future posts so here you go!

🦭🌊Selkie au🦭🌊

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So Danny with Jazz are looking through some old family books while Jack and Maddie are at a ghost Hunter convention or something and after like 30 minutes of this Danny finds a very old book, Danny and Jazz weren’t going to read it but the title and a note on the front got there attention

The title itself looks like it was scratched out and is unreadable but the note on the front says ‘For future generations of the Nightingale family’ while Danny is a bit confused about who the Nightingale family is but Jazz looks intrigued and when Danny asks her to explain Jazz says that the Nightingales were their dads OG family name so now their both interested in this book

So they read it and find out that their blood line from their dads side is full of silkie blood and that the ones who found this out hid it from the others in the family and next to the book was a box with a integrate design of seals and waves marked out by silver -{ Plot Convenience }- and as they open it they find three pelts, two fit them perfectly but there is a anther one that is much MUCH smaller than theirs and they just think is was a old relatives and just keeps it in the box

And a few weeks later they are still trying to figure out what to do with this stuff but they hid the book under Jazz’s bed under some extra blanket she keeps under there and his the box under Danny’s bed behind of some old stuff so that if Maddie or Jack find something under one of their beds they don’t find the rest and it was easier from them due to their parents being tired from the Conversation and not really paying attention to what they were doing

But they had to put plans on hold for what to do as Jazz was going to go look at some colleges that she may want to attend for a few days so she leaves but not before she and Danny take out a piece from the portal so they don’t have any emergency’s while Jazz is gone and can’t help

And while Jazz is gone, Maddie and Jack catches Danny changing from ghost to human and Maddie knocks him out and Jack brings him down to the lab and while Maddie is getting things ready for the experiments and stuff, Jack is putting on the restraints and that’s when Danny wakes up and he start to move and get out while pleading for them to let him go and that’s when Maddie and Jack do what the people here in the Dc x Dp love to do traumatize the fuck out of this boy 

And a few days before Jazz is supposed to came back Dani goes to the Fenton home so jazz and Danny can explain what they wanted to ( they texted her saying they wanted to tell her something very important because since she’s Danny’s clone daughter and has his DNA she should have some silkie blood in her and want her opinion on this ) so when she doesn’t see Danny Mama and that’s when Maddie finds her and knocks her out like she did with Danny

As jazz comes home and sees an empty house she just thinks Danny is out with Sam and tuck and her parents are doing something and as she just abouts finishes unpacking she hears a wail and cries that she recognizes as Danny’s voice and big sister instincts ( and a bit of silkie instincts ) kick in and she goes running to the lab

She finds Danny pined down to the table and Dani’s body next to him her body looks like it is going to destabilize any second and that’s when Maddie and Jack notices her and they all start to fight and Jazz manages to knock out her parents and get Danny out of his restraints and he goes to Dani but not before grabbing one of the ecto injections and helping her but due to the damage Jack and Maddie did, she de-ages to about a 1-2 year old

And now that Dani isn’t going to die, Danny and jazz start running to their rooms so they can grab the box and book and some money because they can’t really grab to many things to where their going and run out of the house to a bus stop at the edge of town, where no one goes but buses still stop and they get on and they do this a few more times until they are at a port town and managed to get on one of the fairies is going to a remote island where there is only about 70 people total and as they get there they hide until it is late at night so no one sees them

And they open the box and wrap the pelt around them and little Dani and as they do a pod of seals come closer to them and start making noises almost like their call them back into the water, back home…

And as they start to walk into the water and swim to the pod they know they made the right decision and maybe they can be around humans again

Someday…

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And now onto the DC part of this thing!

So while on a mission to a remote fishing island because something the fishermen seeing at night and Damian was sent out because the Batfam got mad at him due to him seriously injuring a mugger who was injuring a small animal and now he’s here

As he walks around the island it is around 1 in the morning he notices some sounds around a part of the island no one goes to due to sharp rocks around and as he climbs down that’s when he sees them a seal and their pup swimming around until a large wave causes by one of the boats in the water hit the pup and send them up on the beach and almost immediately Damien goes to help the pup back into the water back to their mother who is swimming close and watching him help their pup

And as he puts the pup back into the water they swim back to their mother and he calls this a good day

The next day around that area he comes back and sees the mother and pup again who seem happy to see him

And this goes on for a few days until a few days before he’s supposed to go back to Gotham he goes to the area to see the mother-pup duo and that’s when he sees them a person around his age with a toddler around 1-2 years old as he is standing there he makes eye contact with the person and…he recognizes those eyes as the mothers eyes and they smile at him as the little girl who he now knows as the little seal pup and runs up to him and holds her arms up expectantly and who is he to deny her so he picks her up and walks over to the mother and now that he is closer he notices the brownish red seal that sometimes came around this here but as a very tall woman who looks to be 18-19 or very early 20s

And they explain who they are ( while Damian is internally simping over the pretty silkie boy, Damian called dips this is his beloved now ) and what brought them here and stuff and Damian makes it his mission to protect them ( and get into a relationship with the pretty boy ) so he stays for a bit longer than the OG mission needed too but the Batfam sent him here so they didn’t have to deal with his actions so if here for a bit longer why would they care

Meanwhile, at the Batcave : running around the headless chickens trying to find out why there youngest isn’t coming back in Gotham when he should have

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And now on to the details!

For Danny’s I’m thinking something like this

And for his pelt

Mixed with this

-{ I refuse to believe Danny isn’t a dramatic ass bitch when it comes to fashion }-and here is the hair I’m thinking for him

And for Jazz I’m thinking this

And for her pelt this is what I’m thinking

And hair

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And that’s it! This is inspired my the movie “Song of the sea” that movie has me in a chokehold anyway I hope you guys like it -{ also tumblr kinda kicked me out well I was writing this so if some part are weird that’s why}- Byeeeee

I just KNOW that if she didn't have magic in season 1 when Bloom dragged Riven verbally, she would have also dragged him physically. Bloom is always down to fight, especially in season 1.

Bloom is an impulsive little shit. You mean to tell me there wasn't at least one time where the impulsive thought won and she said fuck your magic and swung? I call bullshit. Her opponents gotta keep Bloom at a distance because she will bite.

Yandere Ex Step “Kids” x Reader

Where the man you're dating and soon to marry have their reservations about you. Considering you're closer to their age and their father has millions in his name...

Thinking about the Step-family in question being adults; well established and acting on their own from their aging father

Unknowingly letting him fall prey to you 

Walking Temptation with a hunger for deep pockets and a smile innocent enough to make anyone swoon

It’s a shock when the next time they see their dad for the holidays he’s got you on his arm

Just a little bit older than them (half his age) and with a giant engagement ring on your finger

“You like it? Your dad got it for me when we were in Dubai!” 

“Uh Dad can I have a word? Alone?”

Taniya, his eldest is the hardest to grill you

Being incredibly open with her suspicions about you

And she’s the most vigilant when it comes to reprimanding her father for spoiling you

“Dad think about it (Y/n) doesn’t need another sports car! You’ve already gotten them two!”

In no uncertain terms, you’re sure Taniya hates your guts

If the way all the restaurants your future husband has worked with for some reason can’t serve you has anything to say about it, that’s likely the case

But you don’t mind!

That way you can take your man to the best place to get croquettes

Yeah it’s sketchy but that’s what his bodyguards are for

The second worst is his youngest, Titan

Classic attention-hungry influencer son who thinks pranks on you are going viral because everyone enjoys your misery as much as he does

“Your misery” is the curious tilt of your head when you find the leather seats of your range rover decorated with glitter 

Doesn’t really bother you though, so you’ll show off your new interior to all your new followers on socials 

Wonder where they came from

Finally the middle son Tariq always forgotten but not quite estranged doesn’t seem to dislike you too much

After all, he did start coming around the villa more since you’ve moved in

“Oh hey (Y/n) I heard those flowers my dad got you went missing, it just so happens to work out that I brought you some.”

“Those are my favorites! How did you know?”

“Lucky guess. Anyway, I heard you got the latest VR tech, want to show me how it works?”

For a while you fall into a cycle with your fiance and his family

Eventually tying the knot in a luxurious venue in front of hundreds of masked billionaires

Of course, all your older husband’s kids decide to be civil

And all is well…until it isn’t

All too soon are the siblings gathered again when their father dies two weeks later

It’s all so sudden

With heavy hearts, their knowledge of his decline makes it better for the siblings to take on the funeral preparations

Begrudgingly Taniya takes it upon herself to try getting the funds from you, coming to the Villa prepared to argue

Instead, she’s met with one of her father’s most loyal bodyguards

Woefully opening the door

“(Y/n) has been too distraught to leave their bed since the…last hospital visit.”

“What?”

She would have expected someone like you to have been jumping for joy

Having tied the knot with a man who’d pay for any tuition you might’ve needed paid Taniya doubts it she expected you’d be as bubbly as others in your…profession

But instead of partying you were glued to the giant California bed clutching an old shirt of his

For once Taniya feels bad for you

“Uh hey (Y/n) I was wondering if you maybe wanted to come to the first meeting with the mortuary staff. We’re looking to pick a coffin and–”

Instead of something snarky or even an agreement, you throw a black card in her direction and pull the covers over your head

Barely smothering the crying sounds

“You know what? Maybe it might be best if I stay back here..with you.”

It’s all too easy for her to lend her shoulder as you wail about your late husband–her father

Its awkward for awhile and then it’s not

She weirdly looks forward to pulling your tear-stricken face into her chest she wore the v-neck for a reason while you discuss the funeral arrangements

Purposely making her meetings online so she can rub your back off screen

Finding that the lingering security guard–your unofficial butler is getting more and more on her nerves

Taniya doesn’t even realize she’s gotten this bad until she’s hoping the chandelier will fall on her brothers when they eventually show up

“Wow. You two are here. In-person…why didn’t you call?”

“I don’t need your permission to see (Y/n)! But you know I would’ve come sooner if my company wasn’t dealing with a major crisis by some mysterious corporate giant!”

“Don’t look at me, I told you working for a shady company would get you no where.”

“I cannot with you right now–”

“I also came-!”

“Shut up Titan.” “Please Titan we’re talking.”

Titan isn’t all that worried about his old man being dead except his allowance stopped

And technically he shouldn’t be staying in the Villa anymore…but his followers are asking questions

“And in here we have the–whoa crying widow alert!”

“W-what?!”

He gets a lot of hate for that one

And while his siblings circle around you like vultures he’s finding it hard to insincerely apologize so that you can do a follow-up apology video with him

He’s following you around so much and observing all your little quirks 

he worries it might be important when ‘apologizing’ so maybe he should record it…

Thus begins his long and greatly popular series of getting to know my dead dad’s spouse

He records as much as he can–what you eat, how you talk, how you whisper promises to the pictures of his dad you put up

It weirdly makes him question everything

It also has him posting to a new platform…a more hidden one

“Alright, guys! I actually got into their closet without issue we’ve just got to hope they won’t need to come in here anymore. OMG They’re back! I wonder what they’ll do…next. Uhm…sorry chat but I’m going to shut off the camera for awhile….I think this is just for me.”

Unlike Taniya who will hesitate, thinking of her father while cuddling up to you Titan does not think

Because after his copious amounts of stalking streaming with you

He's decided you will be his inheritance from dad

Clearly the old man wasn’t strong enough to handle you

So Titan would be the hero to sweep such a camera worthy beauty off their feet

Tariq doesn’t hesitate either 

he’s gotten over that the day he met you

Sure he misses his dad a lot less than he expected+ but he does miss the privacy he used to have with you

“Hey (Y/n) do you want to go out for a ride like we used to do.”

“Oh Tariq I’d love to but I already told Titan we’d do a muckbang with him.”

“And after that, we’re going to film our feet ASMR!”

“Titan I said I’d need to think about that–”

“What?! You already said no to the hot-tub stream, how much more of a Karen can you be?!”

“Okay okay, but I’d rather it not be live.”

“Duh, I may not ever want to post it.”

Tariq is so tired of everyone else realizing just how much you’re not like any gold-digger he’s ever known

In fact, you’re so bad at it that he doubts you were ever a gold digger in the first place

“Hey Tariq the lawyer had a question about the life insurance money, should I just write you a check or do I keep it? I’m so confused.”

“Wow uh, that’s a lot.”

“Yeah, but your dad always told me what to do with this kind of stuff. So what do I do?”

“Uhh, how about we open our own bank account and put it there!”

“Oooh like a married couple’s bank account?”

“Yeah just like marriage. It’s a little too early to ask right?”

Nonetheless, all three siblings are beginning to realize just how ‘bad’ of a gold digger you are

And they’re more than eager to show you the right way…as long as you change your allegiance to them.

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Sold Like Cattle

Yandere Bull Man x Gender Neutral Reader (CW: Non-con/Dub-con, unintentional drugging, musk kink, kidnapping, general yandere themes, chubby reader) Word Count: 5.6k This is only my second fic, and my first long one, but I hope people enjoy it! (Normally I would not describe the reader’s appearance at all, but I feel like few fics cater to chubby body types so I decided to in this one. The chubbiness is not fetishized.)   Finally! You were settled in your room. You were in a small resort on the planet Elrelda, You never imagined that you would actually be able to afford a trip off your home planet for a vacation, but here you were! You had received a coupon through your employer (technically a branch of the same company that booked trips to and owns the resorts on this planet). You got this trip for a whopping 80% off. Very generous of Synthis, the largest company in the entire galaxy.  Even with such a steep discount you could still only afford the most basic package including passage on a very crowded ship and a small room at one of the crappier resorts. It was still very nice though. Room service was included and musical entertainment provided by the Elreldians, some of the sports native to Elrelda and swimming were available on-site and activities like hiking, fishing, canoeing, and camping were available in the areas surrounding the resort.  You had no idea what you would go to do first, but right now you were happy just to be off that crowded ship, the seating was tight and you are a bit… pleasantly plump and kept getting bumped into the entire trip. The room was pretty small and relative unadorned, but the bed looked comfy enough. You finished unpacking your two suitcases and flopped on the bed. Yes. Comfiness confirmed. Holy shit, this was the cheapest resort, what bedding did the luxury resorts have?! This was way better than anything that existed on your home planet of SX-72. You could spend the whole 5 day trip right here on this bed and it would be money well spent!  But no! You had wanted to see Elrelda for Y E A R S, you could not waste it sleeping. You had to catch one night of the Elreldian’s musical performance, and go hiking, all the plants were varying shades of red! (Probably from the unique atmosphere and having a K-type star) You could not wait to actually see an Elreldian, they were like bovine/human hybrids (probably proof to the theory that some greater life form seeded the galaxy to create intelligent life).  They were well known around the galaxy for their friendliness but very few of them ever ventured out from their home planet. They did not even have very much technology, but they could get passage from other races to leave if they wanted to, and despite that they still had a huge reputation for being peaceful and friendly.  The afternoon music performance would be very soon, you could catch a later performance instead, but you were too excited to wait, so you headed down to the small lounge and took a seat in the far corner far away from anyone else. You were not a people person.  Your jaw dropped as an Elreldian male walked past you to sit in the far corner diagonally opposite from you. He was H U G E. Almost 7ft. tall! And bulky too, you can’t help but stare (rude) at his muscular frame, it looked like his clothing could barely contain it. He had large horns that curved forwards, a mostly human face, and the ears of a bull. As he walked to his seat you saw that he had a tail and hooved feet. You were staring in awe, but he caught you looking and stared back with a domineering gaze. You blushed in embarrassment and looked towards the stage like you were waiting for the performers to get on stage, but you could see he was still staring at you from the edge of your vision.  The length and intensity of his stare unnerved you. You did kind of deserve it though, being a tourist and staring at him so rudely. You felt really. Finally he averted his gaze to the drink he had in his hand and you breathed a sigh of relief. Though you could swear he kept glancing over at you intermittently… Finally the musicians took the stage, a group of 8 Elreldians with large instruments (2 string, 3 percussion, and 3 woodwind) got situated and played several decently long pieces that sounded somewhat reminiscent of an ancient Earth music you had once heard called “folk”. It was not really your thing, but it was cool to experience other cultures!  As soon as it was over you quickly left before anyone else, you had sat relatively close to the door and had no desire to get mixed in with the other people leaving. The music did not last as long as you had expected and there was a ton of time left until nightfall. You were more energized than before after sitting and listening to the music and were ready to explore.  Despite the siren song of the universe’s comfiest bed you decided that you were far too excited and restless to just sleep, the activity that appealed to you the most was hiking, you were pretty chubby, but you actually walked around your town a lot in your free time. So you packed up the essentials into your backpack and set out.  You had been in walking for a good bit, enjoying the sounds of nature with the resort a few miles behind you. You were in a more wooded area and you were amazed by the freshness of the air and the beauty of the crimson red trees. You wish your planet had such beauty, you almost wished that you could just live out here forever. Your serene thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of being watched.  You didn’t see anything though so it was probably just your imagination. You continued for another minute or two but couldn’t shake that feeling. Then you definitely heard a twig snap!  You whipped your head around and saw a red camo painted Elreldian hiding among the trees. Oh. That’s scary. Maybe he doesn’t realize you’ve seen him. Like in a horror movie or game when sometimes the monster doesn’t attack until it is sure it’s cover is blown. You turn back around and walk slightly faster.  Your pace is being matched, easily. You bolt. You run right off the trail as fast as your legs can take you, you are by no means skinny but you can still weave through the thick trees much easier than your pursuer. But speed and stamina are on his side and suddenly you are grabbed by your hips and yanked backwards.  “Let go! Let go! LET GO OF ME!! What do you want!?!”  He turned you to face him, easily lifting you up closer to his face, wait, this was the same Elreldian from the lounge, the one you got caught staring at earlier, had he been this offended about? Had you violated some unknown and important social rule that was not covered in the pamphlets?  “P-please let me go! I am so so s-sorry for staring earlier. I didn’t m-mean to offend you or your customs!!” You stammered as you tried to move your head away to avoid his way too close and way too intense stare. He simply held you with one muscular arm and used his now free hand to gently but easily grip your chin and make you face him. You bit your lip and looked down, unable to meet his eyes.  “Can’t let you go. Need heifer. You are soft and smell nice (Y/N). You need protecting. I am Arrin. You’ll be my mate, I will protect you.” He stroked your cheek gently with his thumb.  “N-no uh, no, no, no n-no no. I am a human! Not a bovine!! I can’t be your h-heifer! A-and I have a home and everything!” As you started kicking and thrashing you realize that the red painted bull-man is completely naked (though he carried a small pack of supplies), he had shaggy fur covering his legs up to his waist, his chest and abs were bare, but his arms were covered in the same shaggy red painted fur as his legs. He was exceptionally muscular and had huge furry nuts as well as a large human looking cock, thought it was considerably thicker and a bit longer and you knew you most certainly did not want to be “mated” with that.  “Th-this is illegal! This is kidnapping!!” You kicked and hit as hard as you could but it was completely ineffective. Like a mouse smacking a cat.  “See? Weak. Need herd. Need mate. Need me. So soft (Y/N).” He squeezed your butt firmly as he held you to emphasize the fact that you were very much soft and squishy in stark contrast to his large and powerful form. You kept thrashing though and he just slowly licked up your neck with his tongue a few times in what you assumed was meant to be a calming gesture.  “H-how do you know my n-name??? You can’t keep me against my will! H-humans will come looking for m-me. PLEASE!” You felt hot tears well up in your eyes and start to roll down your cheeks as you began sobbing. “Don’t worry. No one will take you. I paid a lot of rare ore for you. Paid Synthis resort. They told me your name. We have to go home.” And with that he put you over his shoulder with ease, despite your heft. You were sobbing and blubbering and pleading, but you gave up thrashing and squirming. It was useless, he was simply too strong and you were a bit broken realizing that your employer sold you like cattle.  After a while of him carrying you “home” you could not even sob or plead anymore, your voice was too strained and you were too exhausted, instead you just went limp and cried silently as he tried comforting you by rubbing your back surprisingly gently for such a large creature. “Shhh, it’ll be okay. You’re just too weak to be left alone. You HAVE to be protected, okay? You’ll see, you’ll love being my mate.” He spoke gently as if he was speaking to a small naive child who just didn’t understand the basic fundamentals of how the world worked. His words were not exactly comforting to you and you barely heard him anyway as you cried silently.  He only put you down once the entire trip to his home (and your new home) to force you to drink some water since you were so dehydrated from crying. You did as you were told, too tired, dehydrated, and emotionally broken to put up any sort of resistance, besides he was only trying to give you water, he held one hand behind your head as he tilted his canteen towards your lips. You realized that this position prevented you from being able to escape easily had you been so inclined to make an attempt.  After that he gently put you back over his shoulder and continued on the way to his herd’s home. He mentioned all the activities you would be able to do, how you would enjoy being his mate, how you would not have to work for an awful corporation who sold you, how you would love being in the fresh air as opposed to the smoggy industrial planet you had come from.  You mostly tuned him out, too preoccupied with what you were being ripped away from. No more computer or online gaming, no more playing your copy of Skyrim Superior 500th Anniversary Edition while you wait for TES6 to leave pre-development, no more of the food you were accustomed to, no more any of your old life…   Eventually, after what seemed like several hours of being uncomfortably hauled over his shoulder, you arrived at his “herd”. He walked up to the city gate and entered. And, despite your unwilling presence there, you could not help but looking in awe at the place. It was like straight out of a high fantasy RPG! A town full of Elreldians going about their lives and half-timbered brick and wattle and daub buildings, much larger than human buildings of the equivalent architectural time period to accommodate the much larger inhabitants.  Many of the towns folk stared at you, apparently never having seen a human before. That was not surprising, the settlement was just a several hours hike away but humans were not allowed to just visit most of their settlements. You heard some of them shout greetings to Arrin, calling him chief, so apparently he was the leader here. That certainly would not make any potential escape attempts any easier on you. And apparently his nude body did not phase them either, actually now that you thought about it almost none of them had very much clothing. It must be something they save for cooler weather or just when they went around humans. It made sense given all of their fur.  Arrin walked down the cobbled road (his hooves making an amazing clack that you would have really enjoyed were it not for you being kidnapped) and went to one of the larger buildings and entered it. The first thing your brain registered was the smell. It was incredibly musky. Not bad. Just musky.  He F I N A L L Y put you down gently on a couch that was much larger than what a human would ever need. Practically a bed, it was extremely soft and you sank a bit into it. You were extremely sore from being hauled like a sack of potatoes for hours.  Apparently he noticed how stiff you were because he said, “Sorry little doll, I did not intend for you to get so sore. Couldn’t be helped.”    “I am sure it was soooooo hard to not purchase a living being.” Your voice was still hoarse from screaming and crying and pleading earlier, and talking hurt a bit, but a sarcastic quip was always worth it. “Humans are small and soft, good heifers, good cows. Good status symbol for chief to show power.” He explained as if this were common knowledge that everyone knew.  “I am NOT a cow!!”  He smirked very slightly before commenting, “Not yet. Not cow until after breeding. Heifer until then. Don’t worry, will be the best cow.”  “I am a human!” At this he gently squeezed various pudgy parts of your body. “Yeah, but you are soft and close enough. Better than any other mate. That’s why you were hired in the first place. So you could be vetted as a potential mate. I picked you out!”  Anxiety filled your stomach and you suddenly felt extremely dizzy. You knew you had been sold… but this was all planned from the start?? Even a couple years ago when you had started working at Synthis? It was your fate from being hired on to go to be nothing more than cattle for this bull-man? You went silent and started crying again. He took his large thumb and rubbed the tears away gently.  “Don’t worry. I will keep you safe and happy. But right now I have to go shower to get all of this paint off. Starting to itch. Do you want to shower together yet?”  “What?! No!” The indignity and anger dripping from your voice, why would he possibly think you wanted to do that with him?    “Okay. Just offering.” He kissed your forehead before going into another room.  Apparently despite the medieval style cottage like buildings they had more modern showers and electricity as you heard running water come from the other room and noticed the lights in the room you were in. You appeared to be in the living room. It contained a nice rug, the dark red couch upon which you had been placed, a table, some lamps in the corners, and a device with a screen on it. Oh, it looked like one of those ancient television devices that they used to have on Earth! You’d read about those before.  You wanted to take note of your surroundings so that you could later escape. You did not know how you would make it all the way back so far from any trails or indicators of where the resort would be, but one step at a time. You could not just leave right now though. Your self-proclaimed “mate” may be busy, but in the waning hours of daylight there were still several Elreldians around town.  No, your best bet was to just bide your time and take the first good oppurtunity that presented itself to get out, the resort owners had sold you, but that did not mean you couldn’t flag down assistance from some other tourist. The sound of the water stopping suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts of escape and Arrin came back into the living room.  “Sorry for having to leave you alone. I know you aren’t happy here yet.” He was drying himself off with a huge towel before sitting by you and putting his arm around your waist to pull you close. He pretty much made you lean into his hold, he was very warm, it would have been such a cozy and intimate moment had it not come from someone who was holding you against your will, instead it was a sick mockery of comfort, instead making you even more anxious.     “Please. Pretty please. Just let me go. I don’t belong here…” You said it in a small and pleading voice, too tired and voice to strained to shout anymore. And you knew begging was an exercise in futility.  “Can’t. Paid a lot for you. And your people betrayed you. You belong with your mate. You smell too nice and feel too soft for you to be meant to be anywhere else than here with me! I can’t risk you being anywhere else. I knew from the moment I saw you in the list of potentials mates that you were simply made for me.” He said this with sincerity and with what almost sounded like reverence for you.  He then lifted you up easily and put you back down so that you were sitting on his lap, he held you close to him and you could not help but to blush when you realized you could feel the warmth and general shape of his cock through the seat of your pants. You could even feel it stirring. Without warning he tore off your pants and underwear and yanked off your shirt. You feared the worst and were prepared to scream as loud as your tired voice would allow you to but he only slid it between your thighs so that it popped up in front of you as he started grinding and humping slowly.  “I-I really d-don’t want this.” You blushed and stammered, obviously uncomfortable. Why wouldn’t you be?  He starts rubbing your crotch gently as he continues to slowly fuck your chubby thighs. “Sorry baby doll. I can’t really help it. I need this.” He licked the side of your neck from his position behind you and continued his grinding in between your legs as well as his gentle rubbing of you. You could not help letting out a small pleasure gasp at having your neck licked as it was the most sensitive area on your body.  He definitely picked up on that little gasp.  He licked your neck thoroughly, releasing you from the hold of one of his arms he gripped your hair and pulled your head back. This gave him easy access to assault your neck with licks, sucks, and bites. “Mmm~ Uh~ G-g-get off of me~” Your voice was not cooperating in conveying what you wanted, or what you didn’t want in this instance. You bit your lip in a vain attempt at muffling your constant stream of little gasps and moans.  “Doesn’t sound like you really want me to stop.” Arrin redoubled his efforts to hear what he could only describe as the single most beautiful sound on Elrelda. Pure ear candy. It was like it nourished his soul and gave his life meaning. He switched the side he had been working on as he well and truly fucked your thighs.  He moaned your name into your neck as he shot his hot musky cum all over your stomach, crotch, and thighs. He tenderly kissed the neck he had marked with a collar of love bites. They showed prominently on your skin and you could feel them like a brand marking you as his. “G-gross! I definitely need a shower now.” The musky smell given off by him in his arousal and by his potent seed were starting to make you a bit light headed. To be honest it kind of relaxed you. Maybe it was pheromones but you were a bit too out of it between the neck stimulation and scent to put it all together. The cum also made your skin feel a bit tingling and it was much warmer than human semen.  “Sorry. I guess it is good that you waited to take one. To be honest though, you do look even lovelier with my cum all over you…” You blushed and looked down silently, trying to avoid his gaze as you covered your cum coated crotch. He went to the bathroom and you heard the water running for a few minutes before he came back and picked you up gently, licking your sore neck to comfort you.  “Sorry if I overdid it. Had to mark you though. Keeps others away. Reminds you you’re mine.” You don’t bother responding, too tired and still too overstimulated by everything, and if you are being totally honest with yourself, despite his earlier shower his natural scent was kind of comforting, you just leaned your head against his muscular chest and let him carry you. He took you both into the bathroom where he had ran a bath, a bubble bath! A really big bubble bath if you went by a human perspective. You had not had one of those since you were a child. Arrin was kinda sweet… for someone who has kidnapped you…  “I hope the water isn’t too hot. Human skin is much more sensitive than ours. Is it okay” He bent down so you could put your hand in and check, it was a little warmer than what you would have preferred but it was okay.  “I-it’s good. Um… thanks.” He got into the bath with you pretty much in his lap. The water felt nice on your sore and tired muscles, but you were still really shy and nervous about Arrin being in contact with your naked body, not that he had not touched you and seen you already.  “I’ll take care of you, okay? You don’t need to be so tense. You’re part of my herd.” You don’t know why but that was the moment your resistance was really officially broken, something had to be in his musk and his cum because you relaxed and leaned against him, your fears and reluctance were still there but fading quickly into the background.  So what if his cum on your skin or inhalation of his were the culprits in your cooperation? Wasn’t it so much easier to give in? Wasn’t it better too? Your employer SOLD you, even if you got back to the resort your employer owns it, even if you somehow get back on a space shuttle back to SX-72 your employer is who you rent from, and where would you go to work when they have almost a monopoly on everything? They probably wouldn’t just let you live freely…  But Arrin was so sweet, he’d take care of you and keep you safe. You never had to worry about all that stuff if you just gave in… It would be easier on you. And despite your criticisms of your physical appearance he thought you were beautiful…  Arrin gently washed your hair and then scrubbed the rest of your body in what was almost describable as an act of worship, he was thorough, every inch was washed, but he was so careful to not be the least bit rough. When he was finished washing you he gently picked you up and got out of the tub, he sat you on the edge of the tub and dried you off slowly, seemingly to draw out every touch and stroke of you. You still tried to cover up your crotch when you could, you did not know why you bothered at this point though. You looked down quietly as he started to dry himself off and let the water out of the tub. “You’re being so good for me. My good little (Y/N). You’re probably getting cold, I have a present for you. I’ll be right back.” He left and you could hear the sound of his hooves pound the floor as he hurriedly rushed up the stairs and back down before coming back into the bathroom where he presented you with a bundle of clothes. “Here, I had these made specifically for you. They’re made from the softest materially we have, the resorts even get it from us.”  Well, that explained the bed you never got to experience…  You took the clothes he handed you and mumbled a thanks. You put them on quickly, they were absolutely amazing feeling, and they fit perfectly and were even in your favorite color, You assumed your previous employer/human trafficker had given the specifications. You realized the clothes smelled a lot like Arrin and the scent made you a bit spacey.  “You look so nice in them, I scented them so you’d feel safe.” You realized that the scent did make you feel warm, and tingly and safe, his smell should be classified as a drug, fuck it probably WAS a drug, you had never read about this effect prior to coming here though. You should probably be more scared about the change in your demeanor that his cum and musk had on you, but you just could not get yourself to really care at this point, you just felt so calm and submissive~  “Th-thank you for the compliment.” He stroked your cheek with his thumb, utterly enraptured with how amazing you were wrapped up in his gifts and his scent. You  flushed a bit at his touch and the consuming stare of his brown eyes which seemed to take you in hungrily. Earlier it would have only served to terrify you and make you anxious.  “Hey. You haven’t eaten since much earlier in the day right? You have to eat.” It was less a random observation and more of a command. He took you by the hand and lead you upstairs to the bedroom, he put you in the middle of his g i a n t bed. You sank a bit into the fabric and all the soft blankets and were once more assaulted by the warm aroma that could only be described by you as unmistakably “Arrin~”  “I am going to be back soon with some food okay? Just rest. You need it.” “U-um o-okay…” You were feeling even warmer and were having a bit of a hard time concentrating. He left to go get your meal but after just a few minutes you were feeling extremely uncomfortable in your clothing, it was far too hot to be wearing anything and you stripped down to nothing. You rolled in Arrin’s blankets and could not get enough of his completely intoxicating smell.  You took one of the large pillows and started grinding into it with such need and yearning for your mate that you started crying desperately, letting out little sobs and wails. Before you knew it Arrin was charging up the steps and rushing into the room, apparently having heard the distressed sounds of his little (Y/N). He was about to ask what was wrong but was instead reduced to open mouth staring at the sight before him. His cute darling crying out for him as they were naked on his bed straddling his pillow between their thighs while sniffing his blankets and clothing he had scented for them. “A-arrin… pleeeease!” Tears streamed down your face the need was almost palpable, it made your chest physically ache. Arrin was instantly at full mast. He really had no idea his smell would affect you in this way. But now that he knew how beautifully submissive and needy it was making you you could rest assured that you would never go without his smell on you ever again.  He got out some lube from his nightstand and applied it liberally to your little needy hole, sliding in one large finger slowly until you were comfortable and then adding in another. When he felt that you were well and truly adjusted, and you were begging for him to mate with you even more desperately, he got in bed beside you and slowly slid his entire length into you, trying to let you adapt to his size before pounding you, but despite his careful ministrations you still let out a whimper of both pain and pleasure. He rocked into you gently giving you plenty of time to get used to him inside of you.  He did that for a while until you started rocking back against him and making little sounds of pleasure, he took that as a signal that you were ready to be properly mated. He groped your ass a bit roughly as he started thrusting back and forth into you, and although he was still being careful not to harm his precious (Y/N) he still penetrated you deeply.   The feeling of being inside his perfect, soft, warm, and willing (well… willing enough) darling was by far the best thing he had ever experienced in his life, if their was any possible guilt or regret in taking you it were certainly gone now.  He grunted almost ferally as he picked up the pace and filled you with hot white cum, you felt a wonderful fullness, but neither of you were done yet. He flipped you over and pinned you down into a mating press and proceeded to breed you significantly harder and faster than before. All the while kissing, sucking, and nibbling on your neck to coax those lovely little gasps and moans from your pretty little mouth, and to make sure you were so stimulated with pleasure that it would override any possible pain.  His large nuts made a resounding slapping noise as they smacked into you, between all the moans, grunts, and sounds of pounding it was like the lewd act itself wanted everyone to know you were being fucked and dominated by your bull. It was so nice~ Why did you need this so badly? Why did he smell so nice and feel so good? Why did you want to submit so badly to him? These questions were pushed further and further away with every thrust, as if his dick were physically shoving them into the abyss. He picked up the pace as you clenched around his shaft.  He caressed your hips as he pounded into you with less and less conscious control to impede him, relying more on instinct, he kissed you roughly and bit your lip a bit. His tongue invaded your mouth and rubbed against yours as if it were trying to dominate it, you moaned into the kiss as he growled as you both came together.  You were completely and utterly his now, his cum flooding you deeply and causing your insides to tingle, if you were perhaps a bit skinnier the copious amount of his seed would bulge out your tummy. You had never felt so content. You went limp under him after cumming, the full brunt of your exhaustion hitting you, he kissed you softly on the lips, the lingering ghost of his kiss was the last thing you felt before falling asleep.  When you awoke from what was probably the deepest and most fulfilling sleep of your life you realized that Arrin was nowhere to be seen and that you had been cleaned again with fresh clothes. You felt nice and refreshed and your head had cleared quite a bit, but you were pretty sore from all the excitement of yesterday.  You were about to hoist yourself out of bed when Arrin came in. “No, don’t try to move too much! Just rest.” He was carrying a large tray with many different plates, a few bowls and bottles, and a cup of something on it. When the smell hit your nose your belly growled quite loudly.  You wiggled back on to the bed and Arrin sat down beside you and slid the large tray of food over both of you. It did not just smell amazing, it looked really good too, you did not really recognize any of the dishes, they were clearly all Elreldian cuisine.  “You fell asleep without having eaten much. I thought it was better for you to rest than to wake you up. But I knew you would need food so I made you all the best dishes.” He held a bite of food up to you to eat.  “I can feed myself!” You reached for the fork in his hand and he pushed your hand into your lap with his free hand and gave you a stern look. “No, mate needs to rest. Won’t have you getting sick from exhaustion. I’m feeding you.” He put the food up to your lips again and glared. “EAT.”  You sighed and opened your mouth and let the stubborn bull feed you. This was your life now. And there was really nothing you could do about it…

I find this oddly sweet.

hi, can I request a plus size reader who keeps running away from könig bc she thinks she's undesirable but the chase just makes könig get turned on ever more? and he finally dominate her, breeding her full and a lil dub con would be nice.

sorry if's too much and sorry the English, it's my 2nd language. btw big ass fan of your writing :(

plus size!reader who thinks she’s undesirable despite the affection her big boyfriend showers her in :(( nowt wrong with your english, pet. and i’m a big arse fan of you 🫵🏻 :3

mdni. slight dub-con, cat and mouse pursuit, obsessive/yandere themes, in public, no foreplay :(, praise, sappy and sloppy, dom x sub, shy!reader, down-bad könig, very big-dicked könig :((, belly bulge, breeding kink, creampie !! not proofread </3

creds to the original creator of this image, whoever ya are ((:

you’re not sure how long you’ve been walking aimlessly, lost in thought. you just don’t feel good enough for him. he’s so beautiful — perfect in every aspect of whatever ‘perfect’ equates to. you’d bagged the austrian war machine somehow, at some point. he’d approached you in a club, noticing you alone and nursing the same drink since you’d arrived, stirring the liquor with an olive-speared cocktail stick. the rest is history.

but you just can’t wrap your head around the fact that he’s yours. you’re in love the fact that you’re his. but why is he so content with you? he should be with a woman of athletic stature, like him. right? you’ve asked him before, and every time he tells you, “you think too much, schatz. i love you the way you are. i do not care for shape or size.”

and könig would remind you that he’s no arnold schwarzenegger or apollo creed himself. he has thick, meaty thighs and bulky shoulders — almost too wide for his body. he has firm fat on his pectorals that jiggle when he walks, like yours. his stomach folds when he sits down and bends over, quite chubby in the lower region where his pubic bone extends. his biceps aren’t defined or ripped, but more beefy with a little squidge if you pinch them.

and he doesn’t give a flying fuck. in fact, he’ll care when fucks can fly. he doesn’t understand why you’re so conscious of your appearance. könig worships your body. he’ll touch you whenever the opportunity strikes, hands cupping, massaging, rubbing, stroking, resting as soon as the chance presents itself. but you just can’t accept that his admirations and reassurances are genuine. he’s too good for you. he should be with someone who is confident and self-assured. someone who’s willing to give themselves to him sexually.

it’s your own low opinion of yourself that’s holding back the intimate domains of your relationship; in the sense that you’ve not had sex yet. again, könig doesn’t care. he’ll wait for you. he’ll wait until fucks fly (preferably the fuck you give about your weight), but he understands it’s a deep and meaningful forte.

and great, now you don’t know where you are. you stop in your tracks, glancing around at your surroundings. you’re losing light as the setting sun kisses the horizon, the silhouette of distant trees skimming the pinkish clouds. you pull your phone from your pocket — he’s been blowing it up. fifty messages at least. you could backtrack, you guess. but then you’d have to face him. you’ve done this before, left your shared home. he finds you every time, but he’s never mad. only ever concerned and self-deprecating, rambling that he should be better.

so you keep walking, fingers kneading at your tummy as you do. your lower belly moves independently from your physique with the low incline of your stride — but only slightly. no one else would notice, not that they’d be looking. but you always notice, and it makes you feel like you matter a little less. you’re walking away from the one person who makes you feel like you belong. who lets you know that you have every right to feel comfortable in your own skin. but he shouldn’t have to, because he should be with someone prettier. someone skinnier.

your phone rings then, a selfie of you and könig displaying as his caller id shows on the screen. you swallow, still wandering like a headless chicken towards the treeline up ahead. “hey.” you answer, twigs snapping beneath your feet once you reach the woods. “why are you doing this again, mein liebe?” his voice is soft and inquisitive. he’s so patient with you. “i’m sorry.” you sniffle, emotions finally getting to you. “i can’t give you what you want.”

“and what is it i want that you think you can’t give me?” he asks you, his signal slightly distorted. it sounds like he’s outside too, probably looking for you. you don’t answer his question, holding the phone to your ear as you walk in silence. leaves rustle beneath you, birds chirping above.

“you look beautiful today, haser. that dress is new, ja?”

you stop dead, heart plummeting into your churning gut. you spin on the spot as you look around, eyes darting like a compass in a blizzard. “könig?” your voice wavers, chest heaving as you scan every bush, every tree, every fallen trunk. “did you follow me again?” now it’s your turn for the silent treatment. “könig, where are you?”

“run.”

and you swear you can already hear his footsteps thundering towards you when you flee, the call still connected as you sprint through shrubbery and branches. an evil chuckle echoes from his line and you whimper, nostrils flaring and cheeks burning as you hurry, weaving the obstacles of nature in your path. “that’s right, little rabbit. don’t let me catch you.” his sinister voice tells you — distorted. “let’s make a deal.”

you glance over your shoulder, almost tripping over as your legs carry you haphazardly through the brush. “if you escape, i promise not to come for you.” his voice proposes, but you swear you can hear it somewhere behind you. ”but if i catch you, you’ll never leave me again. ja?”

you cry out, exhausted. doubling over, you brace yourself against the nearest tree, face glistening with a thin film of sweat. you hang up the phone, huffing out staggered breaths while you check the coast is clear. something snaps nearby, no doubt under the heel of a combat boot. you clasp a hand over your mouth and nose, steadying your breaths. the phone rings again and your heart drops when his face appears on your screen. a notification pops down, then.

pick up, herzchen.

you swipe it away and stub your thumb onto the red button, declining his call. leaning back, you allow your head to thud against the tree, windswept hair sticking to the rough bark like velcro. your heart rate skips when movement to your left alerts you of your uninvited company. he’s closer than you’d anticipated. your mobile vibrates yet again in your palm and your resolve crumbles. “leave me alone, please.” you plead with him, eyes flitting back and forth. he chuckles, darkly. a shiver rockets down your spine.

“you look ravishing, my dear; panting against that tree like that. i can see your skin sweating through your new dress. are you trying to turn me on?”

your lips part to retort, but you feel a hot breath fan over your neck and you shriek, dropping your phone as you duck away and swivel on the balls of your feet. he’s standing behind the tree, tall and menacing. his blue eyes pierce into your wide ones, wild and feral. you hadn’t heard him approach you. he’s frighteningly sneaky for his size.

“caught you, little mouse.”

you start to back away, shaking your head ‘no’ with your arms outstretched. but as quick as a hiccup he’s launching himself at you, pouncing on his prey as he tackles you to the forest floor. you squeal, the wind knocked out of you as he settles himself above you, parting your legs with his hand. “oh, schatz. you must stop running from me. i’ll always find you.”

you sniffle, hands weakly attempting to push him off. “why? why do you keep coming back for me?” his mask shifts as he frowns, head tilting like a curious mutt. “you are my liebling, nein? and also, finders keepers.” his hands caress the soft slope of your belly and the pudge of your sides, before sliding down to embrace the plump curves of your hips. “but why me?” you ask again, attempting to squirm away from his touches.

“i believe there is somebody out there for everyone.” he tells you, lifting your dress up so he can reveal your clothed pussy to him. stretch marks decorate your lower belly and upper thighs, faint cellulite dimples peppering the loose flesh. the sight gives him a drastic erection, the rigid outline of his straining cock imprinting the front of his cargos. “and you are my somebody.”

you wiggle and writhe when his hands vacate yours to arrive at his belt, fumbling to unbuckle it. “könig, anyone could see.” you whisper, raising your head to look around. he shushes you, gently pushing your head back down, before traipsing his finger down the divot of your cleavage, over the swell of your tummy, and between your legs. you suck in a shallow breath when he hooks the hem of your cotton panties, ripping them from you like it’s no biggie.

“no one comes out here. only silly girls who insist on running away, ja?” he confidently states, freeing his hard cock with a relieved sigh. your eyes bulge from their sockets, jaws literally dropping. he’s fucking huge, his cockhead sitting above his belly button when his length springs upright to slap his stomach. your pussy clenches at the thought of it being inside you, juices drooling down your arse crack of their one accord.

“let me show you, mausebärchen… how much i love this body of yours.” he crawls over you, his sniper hood draping over your chin and neck when his face levels with yours. you can only gawk up at him wordlessly, dumbfounded. your heart thaws at his determination to make you feel valued and attractive. you muster a small smile, eyes starting to water when he humps the swollen tip of his dick through your slick folds.

the stretch alone of your pussy lips spreading for him stings, and you can only imagine the pain of what’s to come when he finally enters you. “i will be gentle, haser.” he assures, as if reading your mind. “but i am big, so it will be… uncomfortable, no matter what.” you nod, eyes unable to part ways with his.

soon, he’s lubricated himself in your wetness enough to contemplate pushing in, cockhead resting heavily at your entrance. he tucks his face into your neck when he begins to roll his hips forward and you wince, squeezing your eyes shut as your fingers curl into the dirt beneath you. könig bends your legs, granting himself an easier angle to work with as he manouvers himself into you, his belly sandwiching against yours. you whimper, tears spurting with the dull ache of your cunt widening dramatically to take him.

“you’re doing so well, meine liebling. just a little more.” he praises you, hips still rocking gently as he tries to fit his impressive length between your tight walls. he’s slotted halfway into you so far, and he knows you’re struggling to adjust. “never mind.” he decides, propping himself on one arm so he can wipe the tears from your flushed cheeks. “i will not go any deeper.”

you frown, feeling guilty. “a-are you sure?” you peer between you, seeing a good portion of his cock still exposed. “ja, schatz. if you can only take my tip, that’s all you will get.” he practically demands as he commences soft strokes, thrusting his cockhead through your velvety cunt slowly and thoughtfully. you gasp, hands flying to cling onto his back, the muscles beneath his skin twitching and rippling with his efforts.

it takes ever fibre of self-control for könig to not ram his entire cock into your soaked cunny, having to bite his lip until he tastes blood to refrain from snapping his hips all the way. “gott, you’re so tight. so beautiful.” he drawls, hands planting on either side of your head, the lewd sounds of heavy breathing and broken moans filling the clearing. your pussy squelches around him, gradually sucking a little more of his length with each careful drag of his cock.

his gaze is fixated on your stomach, a few rolls present thanks to way he has you positioned. he can see the bump of his cockhead bulging below the flesh as he starts to sink deeper, a raw heat stirring in his balls. “perfect body for a mother.” he mindlessly tells you, and you swear you can see drool soaking through his mask. “let me make you one. let me fill you with my child, ja?”

you mewl, nails scratching at his back through the fabric of his compression shirt. “oh god, whatever you want.” you moan, face contorted with pleasure. “shit- ah!”

he grunts, retaining a deliberate and dexterous pace within you as he concentrates on giving your body the treatment it deserves. “i will breed you, liebe. i’ll breed you so full.” he blurts deliriously, drowned out by your cock-drunk whines. he chases the ambition with admirable determination, grunts and even whimpers falling from his mouth as he breeds your pussy — slurping around him.

before long you start to tremble, a white bliss bubbling in your loins as your uterus contracts. könig curses, sweat dampening his hood as his tempo starts to stutter and jitter. you wrap your limbs around him like a cub, face nuzzling in his chest to muffle your cries when you finally succumb to the rapture, milking him dry as he hits the same high in tandem with you.

he continues rocking into you, knees surely bruised and his trousers definitely mud-stained as he stays bent over your frame, mumbling drowsily about planting his baby in your pretty stomach. he doesn’t stop until he’s certain you couldn’t be any more full up.

NINE TO FIVE, FIVE TO NINE Yandere Married Boss x Office Siren Reader

AN: RAHHH. IT'S FINALLY HERE. This took me way longer then it should have but I'm really proud of it. I hope it lives up to the expectations of the 400ish people who liked the original post. This ones filled with shitty people all around. TW: 18+ ONLY, NON-CON, Older Male/Younger Female (mid 30s, mid 20s), Abuse of power (Boss/Employee), Infidelity, Face-Sitting, Cunnilingus, Switch Man, Switch Woman, PIV sex, Manipulation, Roofies, Kidnapping, Mentions of Divorce, Mentions of Pregnancy

Every quarter, your company’s HR department sends out an employee satisfaction survey, and every quarter when you reach the “What is your favorite part of working for our company?” question, your answer is the same.

You love the community. Your colleagues are respectful and hardworking; willing to go the extra mile to ensure deadlines are met. You feel as though your work contributes to something larger and that your efforts don’t go unnoticed by your employers. 

Very cute. Very professional. It would be the perfect answer if it wasn’t all bullshit. 

Your coworkers are fine, but not worth a twenty minute commute and shitty benefits. What actually keeps you slugging into work every morning is far less… admirable. It isn’t something you could write on a company survey without consequences, at least.

Your favorite part of your job is bouncing on your boss's cock.

Yes, you know, “shame on you” — but it’s not like you intended to be an office siren. When you applied for the job all you wanted was to make rent. This was your first “adult” job, so in adult fashion, you tried to keep things professional. 

Emphasis on tried.

It's just... how could you work to your fullest when you were spending all day fantasizing about those toned forearms pinning you down? How were you supposed to answer emails when you were busy wondering if he looked better in or out of his suit? Everyday he sat five feet away from you looking so pent-up and fuckable, could you really be blamed for getting distracted? The hit to your productivity was a detriment to the company. You were just being a responsible employee by fixing the issue.

Yes, he’s ten years your senior. Yes, there’s a blaring ethical issue with a boss fucking his secretary. But he’s a man of childrearing age and you’re a fertile young woman; it’s not your fault you have biological urges.

Besides, it’s not like he’s absolved from blame. You certainly don’t force him to lie down on the couch in his office and pull you onto his face. The desire for you to cum on his nose is entirely his own.

“Fuck, Y/N.” his groan vibrates up into your core, pulling the knot in your stomach tight. One rough hand lies at your waist, following your hips as they roll against his mouth. The other works at his perked up cock, lazily tugging up and down as he devours your cunt. “That’s it baby, ride my fuckin’ nose.”

He’s been at it for nearly half your lunch break now, lapping and sucking at your folds in lieu of his actual meal - not that you’re complaining. How could you, when his tongue is so adamant? It flicks through your folds greedily to earn more of your juice, savoring the salty-sweet taste he’s become so addicted to. Every slurp, lap and suck is catered specifically to your preferences.

You've done well with him. When you first took him under your wing he’d never even eaten pussy before, in fact, he’d only ever slept with two women. Not for lack of desire, he told you, he just never had the time or confidence to flirt in his twenties. Before he knew it, time got away from him and he was past the age where hookups are deemed socially acceptable. 

Your heart broke for him. A man as handsome as him shouldn't be having mediocre sex. So you, being the selfless woman you are, offered to help him make up for lost time. 

It only took one blowjob for him to overlook the ethics of the situation.

With a gentle hand, patience, and lots of encouragement, you’ve turned the businessman into a first rate manslut. He fucks and eats pussy like a veteran now and he’s always eager to get more practice, he drags you onto his face nearly every time he calls you into his office.

He’s come a long, long way, your little pet project.

Inadvertently, you thrust your hips forward, grinding your clit against the bridge of his nose. His tongue burrows itself into your hole, and that’s enough to send you over the edge. Your belly goes taut, your thighs clamp around his ears and you bite your lip to stifle your scream as the contractions roll through your body. Each one sets off fireworks. Fizzing and popping like sparklers in your tummy. Mind-numbing, toe-curling, perfection.

He’s an absolute mess when you climb off of his face. Completely blissed out, face dripping with juices and saliva, glistening in the light pouring through the window. The collar of his pristine white dress shirt is drenched and wrinkled, most likely ruined, but he doesn’t seem to care in the slightest. No, his hungry eyes haven't left that cute little mound between your legs.

“Bend over the desk.” he growls, leaving a smack on your ass as you pull yourself up, and despite the sting you can’t help but smile at his confidence. He’s a far cry from the man he was before you got your hands on him.

You decide to reward him with a little show; swaying your hips teasingly as your stilettos click across the floor, obediently laying yourself over the smooth mahogany, keeping a light arch in your back so he has a nice view of your ass. 

You smile coyly at his reddened face, “You coming, Boss?”

His adam's apple bobs and he makes his way over, eyes dark and dilated, cock leaking beads he positions himself between your legs.

“We only have fifteen minutes before my lunch ends,” you purr, “You think that’s enough time to make us both cum?”

"That’s more than enough~" he growls, grabbing a handful of your hair and yanking back so he can purr in your ear, "Do you want my cock in this tight little cunt, Y/N? Do you want me to fill you up?"

You frantically nod, accentuating the act with an exaggerated whimper and needy roll of your hips.

"Beg for it then." he hisses.

If you were in a sadistic mood you might test how long you could make him hold out, but you feel like indulging him today, so you look back at him all teary and doe-eyed. "Please, please, please, Sir. I need your thick cock in my tight little cunt! I can't - Ah! - I can't take it anymore!"

A loud groan tumbles past his lips as he lines himself up, tracing the fat head up and down your slit,  “Slutty thing. That’s alright baby, I’ll give you what you—”

The clink of something falling off his desk interrupts the thought. The object in question rolls a few feet across the wood floor before wobbling in circles and finally lying flat.

His wedding band glitters innocently in the afternoon sun, silently mocking its owner and his mistress.

Ah, the elephant in the room.

Yes, you know he’s married. If the ring wasn’t enough of a tell, the picture of the two of them on his desk is. He's about a decade younger in it, grinning wide as she presses a kiss to his cheek. They took it in France during their honeymoon, he told you. 

You’ve never met his wife, but you can tell from the picture that she’s the quintessential college sweetheart. The type of girl who’s never drank, smoked or had a cavity. The kind of girl you propose too at the park and settle down with in a white picket fence suburban neighborhood. The kind of girl who says “Not tonight, honey.” when you ask to have sex at the end of a stressful day.

In layman's terms, she's boring.

And clearly, she isn’t taking care of him correctly. He was so obviously pent up when you started flirting with him, just a glimpse of your cleavage was all it took to get him rock hard.

Of course it’s morally reprehensible, but you could argue that making him work his dull 9-5 everyday for nothing in return is wrong too. Somebody had to help the guy out. If she wasn’t going to do her job then you’d have to do it for her.

The guilt nearly killed him at first. The day after the first blowjob he dragged you into his office and furiously—or maybe desperately—started pacing up and down the room. Giving you the “We can’t do this. For Christ’s sake Y/N, I’m married.” speech, whether he was lecturing you or himself, you aren’t entirely sure.

Still, you listened patiently as he rambled, and eventually you decided it was best to back off. It was a disappointment for sure but you'd get over it. You were too hot to be meddling in people's marriages anyway. 

At least directly meddling.

You didn’t make any more blatant advances, but you did start wearing dresses and skirts that fell a tad too short to be considered work appropriate. The necklines of your tops started plunging too, showing off as much cleavage as you could without HR getting up your ass. And you suddenly became very clumsy. “Accidentally” dropping things whenever he was around, or leaning over his desk just enough to give him a nice look down your shirt. 

Not even a week later he pulled you into his office, all but begging on his knees for you to fuck him. That was your green card. You aren’t to blame if he’s the one who instigated. So you rode him like a mechanical bull, chest filled with pride as you looked at that stupid picture of him and his wife.

You always get what you want in the end.

Dispite your victory however, his wife remains a thorn in your side. Your boss has gone completely soft staring at that dumb ring, thinking of his dumb wife who probably couldn’t suck a dick to save her life. No wonder he’s cheating, the bitch pisses you off and you’ve never even met her.

Holding back an exasperated sigh, you give his tie a gentle tug. You soften your face as he turns back, gently--teasingly tracing your thumb along his jawline, stopping at his chin to gently tilt it up. And though he obeys the silent command, the shame swimming in his eyes makes your smile waver.

It irks you, for some reason, how upset he is by this. Maybe that’s selfish. Maybe you should have more sympathy, but you can’t push past the desire to keep him for yourself. You may have won, but did you really if his heart is still hers? 

That’s something to address another time. Getting him hard again takes precedence right now, you’re not going to let that bitch get between you and his dick.

You pull yourself off of his desk, grabbing his hand gently. He follows you to the couch—far more hesitantly then you’d like—but he doesn’t complain when you lie him down and climb on top. He never complains when you climb on top. You leave a sweet kiss between his eyebrows and the cute, attention-starved thing burns bright red. Adorable.

“You’re alright.” You caress his stubbled cheek, slowly coaxing him with honey-sweet kisses, like a siren luring a sailor to his doom. “It’s not your fault you have urges, remember? You’re a grown man, it’s not healthy for you to be so pent-up.” 

His throat clicks with a heavy swallow when your hand moves down, gently wrapping around his soft penis, stroking it lightly, teasingly, all while flashing your big, lust-blown eyes and quivering lip. The rod in your hand fills out shamelessly, and like a bad habit, his eyes flick back down to your pretty cunt. You can tell he’s itching to touch, his morality holding on by a thread, but he’ll always fold to you in the end. You, and your torturous little pocket of bliss.

“That’s it baby.” you purr, picking up his trembling hand and placing it over your clit, “Little circles, just like I taught you.” As soon as his hand starts moving he’s putty in your hands again; any remaining penitence completely snuffed out. He’s hypnotized. Pussy-whipped. Rubbing your little pearl with rough pads, working it like a joystick and groaning licentiously as you trace the head of his cock up and down your folds. You line yourself up, leaning forward so you’re hovering just a few centimeters away from his face, close enough to feel his hot breath on your lips.

“We both know she can’t give you what you need. But I can. I’ll make you feel so good~” you purr, letting one hand find it's way up his shirt to trace over his trembling torso. Little bumps erupt all over his skin when the tip of his cock catches in your little divot. You can't help your lips from curling up.

You lower yourself so your hole swallows just the tip, and his breath hitches beneath you. You clench in response, just a little squeeze to remind him who makes him feel good, who his cock really belongs too, and if the bubbling moan that passes his lips is anything to go by, he got the memo.

You ghost your lips over his neck, nibbling lightly at his sensitive pulse point, teasingly tracing a little heart over his pecs, “Just relax and let me take care of you, okay?” 

He all but whimpers as you drop yourself down, white-knuckling the sofa, so overwhelmed you swear his eyes start tearing, and when you finally reach the base he groans like he’s seen heaven. You don’t think about his wife, or his ring, or morality while you bounce on his cock. Not a flicker of guilt passes through your mind when he bucks and fills you with his cum. Why should it? Your job is to ensure your boss's needs are met while he's in the office, and you’re doing just that. His life after five pm is none of your concern, really.

—

About two months later you find an unassuming sticky note on your desk, scrawled over in his chicken-scratch handwriting.

Come to my office at 5, we need to talk.

It strikes you as odd. Normally he’d just come talk to you about any arrangements, lay a gentle hand on your shoulder and bend down to whisper something filthy in your ear, but your boss is nowhere in sight. Not on the office floor checking up on his employees, not in the break room making idle chatter while he refills his coffee, your boss stays holed up in his office all day, and when you walk in to give him his schedule for the upcoming week he only grunts in acknowledgement, never looking up from his computer.

Something is clearly wrong. Normally, he can’t keep his hands off of you—you never leave his office without a slap on the ass and a promise to make you regret wearing whatever curve hugging skirt you put on that day—but he seems to want nothing to do with you, or rather, he seems to be avoiding the fact that he does. The blatant disregard pisses you off, frankly. You put effort into your makeup today.

But more than that, his sudden indifference is unsettling. You can’t put your finger on why; he’s never given you reason to believe that he’s resentful, and despite his dour, professional persona he’s about as intimidating as a newborn kitten. Still, the tension in his office is thick. Thicker than you realize. When you step out you're surprised to find your lungs are aching from holding the breath you walked in with.

You spend the better part of your day trying to convince yourself that you’re just feeling ill. You aren’t nervous. There’s no reason to be. The gut feeling telling you to walk out at five today is just the byproduct of spoiled eggs at breakfast. You’re in control. You always are.

Still, when five o’clock comes your heart is pounding. Alarm bells clang in your head, screaming that something bad is going to happen if you walk through that door. Briefly, an interview from a true crime documentary you once watched plays through your head—the victim was lamenting how she regretted not listening to that “gut feeling” before she got kidnapped—but that’s ridiculous. You know your boss and you’re certain he’s not a kidnapper. The notion itself is ridiculous. You’ll be fine. You’ve been fucking him for three months, him acting weird doesn’t mean today will be any different.

After a few deep breaths you open the door and as promised, he's waiting for you, but not how you expected him to be. Normally, he’d be rolling his hips into his fist by now, impatiently demanding you get on your knees in front of him, but today he’s fully clothed, penis nowhere in sight. Instead, his hands cup a white mug of steaming liquid—an identical one that you presume to be yours sits on the opposite side of his desk—and he seems… tired. Pale and weighted; certainly not aroused in any way.

“You can sit, you know. I’m not angry at you.” he calls vacantly from across the room, not looking up from his cup.

Heat rushes to your cheeks, realizing you’ve been staring. With a thick swallow, you make your way over to him, mustering up as pleasant a smile as you can. When you finally sit and get a good look at him, however, the grin drops. 

He looks… awful. Weary and bleak, with red, puffy circles around his eyes like he’s recently been crying, his hair is mussed and a five o’clock shadow is growing on his chin. It’s jarring, to say the least. He’s normally so put together, you can’t remember if you've ever seen him disheveled. He’s a hard man to shake typically, his job demands it, but he looks utterly distraught. For a brief moment, you feel kind of bad.

Gross.

A halfhearted chuckle leaves his mouth, “I’m sorry. I must look pretty pathetic, huh?” 

Immediately you straighten, rectifying your smile. You can’t show cracks. There are no cracks, “Not at all Sir. What can I help you with?” 

A meaty hand waves you off. “Don’t bother with professionalism, Y/N. We both know we aren’t here to talk about work.” he runs a hand through his already mussed up hair and shuts his eyes. He pauses a moment, taking a long breath, thinking deeply or maybe steeling himself, before slowly exhaling, pushing the second mug towards you “Here, take a drink. This might be a lot.”

“Oh no, I’m not thirsty–”

“Drink.” he interrupts, and you’re startled by how sharp the command is. It’s far cry from the playful orders you’re used to receiving when he growls at you to get on your knees or bend over his desk. Instinctively, you find yourself rushing to obey.

When you bring the mug to your lips, his face relaxes. The alarm balls start jingling in the back of your head again.

“I’m going to be blunt about this,” he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, “My wife found out about the affair and she wants a divorce.”

Oh. That is a lot.

It takes you a few seconds to process what he’s saying, a few more for it to sink in, but when you’ve finally got a stable grasp on the information, the faucet of emotion is turned on. It doesn’t twist off until your body is on the verge of overflowing.

But not for the right reasons.

Your heart should be sinking, guilt twisting in your gut like a knife. You should be on your knees, groveling in shame; apologizing with your whole chest for ruining this poor man's marriage—but you aren’t. Not a flicker of remorse fills your body.

You feel positively giddy.

Elated. Euphoric. You are on cloud fucking nine. Months, you’ve been waiting for this day; when you could finally take your medal and put it around your neck. It’s not really a matter of him being yours, moreso confirming that you’re hot enough to break up marriages. Fuck the morality of it all. You did it. She’s gone. You won. 

You aren’t tactless enough to start jumping for joy, however. You do your best to put on a genuine-seeming soberness and reply, “I’m very sorry to hear that.”

He shakes his head, eyes down-turned, “I’m equally if not more to blame. What’s done is done.” 

He stands then, aimlessly walking to the window. It’s all rather dramatic, you feel, but you're not the one who’s marriage just got destroyed. Quietly he looks across the skyline, face clouding with regret as he speaks, “You should have seen her, Y/N.” You wish you had, “I-I could see her heart breaking in her chest when I admitted to it.”

Oh, the delight that runs through you when you hear that crack in his voice—it makes you dizzy.

“I managed to find an apartment somehow between then and now. I’m in the process of moving in. I thought it was only right to give her space. God, the poor girl…” His cheeks are wet when he turns back to you and another jolt of glee zips through your body. But this one is stronger than the first one. It makes you wobble a little in your chair; you have to clutch the armrests to keep yourself upright.

The bells have started clanging again—painfully loud—and your heart beats in time with each stroke.

“Seven years. We’d been together seven years.” he laments, walking back to you and placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. Despite the touch's innocence it’s searing hot, burning into your skin like an iron, only serving to make the bells louder. You try to jerk away but your body goes slack and when you try to pick yourself back up again, you can’t; no matter how hard you strain and lift, your muscles won’t move.

Your heart is pounding in your head now. His large hands hook under your armpits, hoisting your limp body back up onto the chair like a ragdoll. 

A sick, crawling feeling of dread fills your chest, like when you get to the very top of a rollercoaster. It creeps up your spine and wraps around your chest, squeezing the air out of your lungs. His face… he looks like a madman. Pale and wild; eyes manic and pupils dilated. He swallows heavily, breath shallow and frenzied as he desperately rasps, “I don’t think I could live without a wife again.”

The bells are deafening now and any ounce of joy you might have felt earlier has been drained to oblivion. You aren’t fine anymore. You need to run. You need to scream. Anything.

But you made the realization all too late. Your vision is going spotty and he’s already hoisted you up in his arms. Despite every muscle in your body fighting with all its might, you can’t make yourself move.

For the first time in your life, you’re completely powerless. 

The last thing you remember before being swallowed by the dark is his hot breath puffing against your ear:

“You promised you’d take care of me, didn’t you?” 

—

You wake up to the feeling of something warm and wet on your clit.

In your groggy, half-conscious state you don’t have the capacity or desire to figure out what it is, all that matters is that it feels good. It flicks lazy little shapes over the twitching bud, enveloping it and your folds in a warm, welcoming heat, and for a moment, you think you could die happy just like this. Your hips instinctively buck up towards the source and a low, wonton moan passes your lips. 

“Mmm, thats it darling. Good girl~”

Your eyes fly open.

Every ounce of blood drains from your face when you see his head bowed between your legs, cheeks messy and shiny with your slick, hips rutting needily against the mattress. Your kidnapper.

Your first instinct is to fight, but your limbs still won’t obey you—even if they would, a shift of weight reveals that your hands are bound tightly to the headboard of the bed.

The bed. There’s no bed in his office. Where the hell are you?

It’s all you can do to let out a low, displeased whine. Weakly shimmying your hips away from him only to have them immediately yanked back. He peaks up from your legs, “Shh honey, calm down.” he purrs, not breaking eye contact as he gives your clit a sweet peck, “Just relax and let your husband make you feel good.”

Husband.

Husband.

Your heart picks up in your chest, galloping like a racehorse as you try to process his words. “W-what?” you choke, even drugged your voice is sharp with terror.

He noses gently over your inner thigh, carefully pressing a chaste kiss to the soft plush before addressing you, “Your husband, dear. And you’re my wife~” he hums pleasantly, licking a long lazy stripe up your slit with the flat of his tongue, “I’m sure you can feel the ring, right?”

Your heart drops as you wiggle your fingers. On your left hand, a cold band of metal topped with some kind of stone wraps around your ring finger. A bout of vertigo flashes through your body. He must notice the horror on your face because he chuckles.

“It was kind of short notice so I had to use hers, but I’ll buy you a new one if you want…” he trails absentmindedly, too focused on laving at your cunt to give the thought his full attention. 

He’s doing it just like you taught him too. The irony could make you cry.

A knot the size of the watermelon grows in your stomach. Whether it’s from the panic or your equally distressing impending orgasm you’re not sure. Regardless, it’s there, and your head is spinning, and he’s starting to climb on top of you and take off his—oh god.

You cry and struggle as much as your leaden body will allow but he easily counters it all with one steady hand on your belly, the thumb of which he moves down to nurse your spit-soaked clit with easy circles. “I know it’s sudden,” he coos, paying no mind to your cries and pleas for mercy as he pulls out his rock hard cock, “But you wanted this, didn’t you? You’re the one who chased after me so desperately after all. I know you were just jealous of her.” 

Loud, wet sobs curl up your throat as he rubs his cock up and down your dripping folds, hypnotized by the lewd, clicking sound your juices make. “P-please.” you beg, trying your best to buck him off of you, “M’ sorry! I-I didn’t mean to—Please let me go.” 

A displeased hum then, “It’s too late for that, honey, but you don’t have to worry. I’ll take good care of you.” his frown flips to a soft smile. “You’ll take good care of me too, won't you? just like you promised.”

You feel like you might faint. The blunt head is pushing against your entrance now, threatening to sink into your heat, and though you’ve taken his cock hundreds of times, you’d rather stick your hand into an open flame then take it again. “P-please.” you blubber, “I’ll do anything, just please—Ah! S-stop!”

He doesn’t acknowledge you, only continues his rambling. “You’ll take good care of our children too, I'm sure.” those deranged, lovesick eyes bore into your skull, “Oh, baby. You’re going to look so beautiful when you’re pregnant, I can already tell. So, so pretty, all swollen and glowing~” he groans.

Your eyes blow wide and you start screaming. Half of it is incoherent, but what else are you supposed to do when you can’t fight? You nearly choke on your own sob as he leans over your body, starting to push in with a low, heady groan. “You can’t!” you cry, near hysterics, “Please, you can’t! I’m sorry! I’ll do anything! I’ll-”

“Shhhh,” he cuts you off, clamping a rough hand over your mouth, then bottoms out inside of you with one languid push. You feel like you’re on fire, like a million ants are crawling up your skin and down your throat.

Beads of cold sweat trickle down your back as he rocks into you. Behind his mitt you plead for him to let you go, but he doesn’t notice, or more likely, he doesn’t care. “I think I want three." he muses, "Two girls and a boy. But we can have more if you’d like. What do you think, darling?”

He removes his hand then, you greedily suck in air. It proves to be a difficult task, however, with his dick poking it all back out again with each snap of his hips. Finally, you collect yourself enough to make one final attempt. You stare up into his eyes, hoping to somehow access whatever humanity might remain there. “Please. I don’t want kids. I want to go home.”

He pauses, ceases his thrusting, and stares back down at you. For just a moment, your chest swells with hope.

But then he laughs. A sick, evil chuckle that rings through your bones, punctures your lungs and splits your heart straight down the middle.

“Oh honey, you are home.” he croons, a snap of his hips punctuates the sentence. “And of course you want kids. All husbands and wives who love each other very much become Mommies and Daddies. Besides—”

His hips start driving into you with a brutal sort of ferocity, and he grins so wickedly you swear you can see the devil in his eyes.

“--Won’t it be cute to tell them how Daddy and Mommy fell in love at work?”

higuruma hiromi, nanami kento, satoru gojo, izuku midoriya, kirishima eijiro, kaminari denki, kotaro bokuto, tooru oikawa, kuroo tetsuro, erwin smith, armin arlert

Good Omega

a/n: Halloween part one! I was actually a bit surprised someone would request A/B/O!AU for this, but I can never deny a bit of omegaverse for the soul ♥

Fandom: Original Content     Pairings: Yandere!Alpha!Werewolf x GN!Omega!Reader   Warnings: Yandere, Sexual Content (Lemon!, Omegaverse kind of sexual, Overall horniness, going into heat, Genderneutral genitals and then one cock, Creampie mention, Impregnation wish, …Beastiality? Do Werewolves count in that? It is lowkey consensual tho lol, But of course Dub-Con), Violence (Off-screen murder mention, Blood mention, Claws mention, Biting/Marking mention, Minor Injuries like scratches and bruises, Fear, Dread), Hunting/Chasing (non-kink)

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With your breathing wrecked from the untrained sprint your forced your legs into, you crashed into the thicket surrounding you.

The forest was never-ending tree trunks in your way, bushes tearing at your clothes and skin, sucking out the blood from your cuts and bruises. Dread coated your tongue, and fear choked you, tightening your throat so you could neither swallow nor scream. There was no way for air to go in or out of your lungs, but even so, you kept pushing onwards.

But there was no escape.

“Human,” the creature snarled, its heavy body crashing into the trunks behind you, claws ripping off the bark of the trees it clawed into in a cacophony of horror. “My omega.”

Its snout sniffing after you was so loud, so eager. So pleased. He could have been right behind you or still far away, yet, the sound grated over your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Your breath hitched, and a low growl of knowing echoed through the forest.

“You can’t run from me. I know where you are.”

Falling to his four legs, he left thuds whenever he landed on them, bolting, running, hunting. You choked back a scream as you kept moving, an especially tough branch getting stuck on your shirt, ripping off a scrap of it. You turned, briefly, holding the side of your chest and feeling the scratch bleed over your fingers. It will keep him busy, you thought, hurrying along before he could catch up.

You didn’t deserve any of this. Not the exercise much too hard for your poor body, and not the pain going through every muscle while adrenaline and fear kept you moving against their wishes. Your Halloween had been supposed to be a fun party night with friends, walk the streets, laugh at silly costumes, and admire the carved pumpkins. But when you sat down on some tree trunks, laughing and drinking, things turned into the horror movies you’d secretly watch when you were still a teen, thinking they could never be real.

The costume had looked so sick but amazing. Faux fur intricately weaved into a bodice and mask. No one had feared the person approaching your group, everyone much more in awe than anything. But you couldn’t have known that this wasn’t a friendly encounter. That the full moon illuminating the forest ground had been an indication, the warning signs in front of the forest entrance weren’t just for the common wildlife, but every life!

A howl rattled through your bones as the werewolf following you must have found your blood-smeared piece of fabric. It made your gut turn, wanting to throw up the alcohol you had consumed. But there was no time to idle. No time at all. Your core clenched with ecstatic fear as the sound vibrated through your ears, a throbbing sensation going through you every time the beast did anything to let you know it was right behind you.

You had no idea what was wrong with you, a part of your brain so muddled by your feelings it wanted you to lay down into a submissive mess, ass presented in the air for your pursuer. At the same time, your sanity and reason were appalled by your sudden need pulsing between your legs.

“I’ll make you mine,” the creature growled, no longer occupied by the shabby piece of fabric after having a whiff of you. “Cease this chase, Omega, or I’ll make sure you won’t be walking for a long time after I’m done with you.”

There was something excitingly dominant about the creature calling you his and asking you to give up. You knew—you knew—it was crazy to consider, but maybe you were infected by a poison that had gotten into your bloodstream after getting cuts and stings all over your body in this forest? Perhaps it was the alcohol? But whatever excuse, you felt your face flush with heat, and you bit back a moan.

More growling. More throbbing.

You resisted and kept moving. But for how long would you be able to? When would it stop? Where was the exit to the forest? Did you want to leave?

“Fuck!” You could hear his fangs snapping angrily as his body bumped into the trees you had just passed. He was so close to you now, and a breathtaking odor filled your nose, making you gasp, your legs wobbly.

“I can smell you, Omega. You’re so fucking wet. Why do you keep running from me?!”

“Go… go away!” Finally, you found your voice, screaming the words as loudly as you could, desperation and fear choking the building lust inside you into silence. That monster killed your friends! Chopped them right up, and you were next! This was no time to get horny! Your body’s reaction to being chased by a six-foot-tall monstrosity was genuinely unhelpful. Why did it make you want to spread your legs in the middle of this dirty, thorny forest ground so badly?

“NEVER!” it echoed back, and you shuddered, the last resistance giving away with your legs that could no longer support you.

Sinking to the ground, it wasn’t the painful roots and leaves combo you expected, but soft moss welcoming you into a cool embrace. The air, too, felt icy even though it had been an unexpectedly warm day. Had the temperature dropped, or were you just unimaginably hot from all the running?

The heavy footsteps approached you, animalistic snarling and teeth snapping together gave you a visceral reaction shooting through your whole body and into your loins. Whimpering, you squeezed your legs together, trying to hold back the tears as the sight of the monster came into view. Clasping a hand over your mouth, a smell so sweet it threatened to overwhelm you with pleasure, your heart demanding to be let out of your chest while your remaining clothes got soaked in your juices.

“Please be quick,” you sobbed into your palm, tears overflowing. You didn’t want to die. You didn’t want to be mere blood dripping out of his murderous snout with teeth sharper than any thorn caught against your skin. Closing your eyes, you were shivering as he drew closer, his gaze scanning over you. It was like he could see right through you, and you hoped his nose wasn’t actually good enough to really smell all the nasty reactions you had to him. He wasn’t a very good-looking monster, shaggy, unkempt. And yet, at the same time, you wanted to wrap your arms around his neck, let him take you one last time before you’d die.

But now that your body had given up, what else was there for prey to do but wish for a quick and painless death?

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⎯⎯ㅤSay you'll never leave me

Batfam Yan! × Negleted Idol! Reader

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Note / English is not my first language / Inspired by the anime "Oshi No Ko"

TW / Yandere behaviors, Toxic relationships, emotional dependency, neglect, violence, blood, death, murder, mentions of sex (not explicit), abandonment, stalking, harassment, daddy issues, Dark themes

What is love?

That's what you've always wondered: was it really as good as people said it was?

Is true love the same as fake love? You didn't know

You never experienced any kind of love from your family

The people who were supposed to care for you and protect you just treated you like garbage

The people who were supposed to be there for you when you needed them most abandoned you as soon as they could

Since you were little, you knew none of them liked you, but you could pretend they loved you

You could lie, lie about your life, lie about your feelings

Lies tasted better than the truth, because lying made you look better in people's eyes

Lies didn't hurt, truths did

You are the perfect liar

And those lies got you to where you were now, everyone loved (name)

The perfect idol, you were in a small group of idols, but your charisma and affection for your fans took you to the top

Your face was everywhere, there wasn't a single person on the planet who didn't know your name or face

And even when you were still alive You foolishly wanted your family to notice you, you became an idol out of spite.

You thought if you became famous they would be proud of you.

That he would be proud of you.

For as long as you can remember, you fought for your father's acceptance.

You wanted him to notice that you existed, to look at you with the same affection you looked at your other siblings.

But it never happened that way. You thought it was because you were weak.

Everyone else was so unique and talented.

And you were just (name). The only thing that stood out about you was the fact that you had the last name 'Wayne'.

But then you were a nobody.

But on stage, you could forget all your worries. You could feel that people loved you.

They praised you, loved you, and supported you.

Even though you knew it was fake, it was all always fake.

They only loved the perfect (name), the one who never made mistakes and was always smiling.

You should be perfect. Your job as an idol was to give the fans what they wanted.

Your feelings didn't matter; you had to give people what they wanted, even if it killed you.

You knew all the admiration was only superficial, but it still felt so good.

For the first time, you felt loved, even if it was fake.

You made bad decisions throughout your life, from personal to romantic.

You ended up pregnant after sleeping with a stranger. You thought you'd finally found the love of your life.

But all he did was use your body for pleasure.

And even though you knew he never loved you and only used you, you knew there was a little bit of love in it.

Or so you wanted to think, so you wouldn't feel stupid.

But being an idol and being pregnant wasn't easy.

Your agency decided to hide everything. It would be terrible if one of their idols was pregnant.

It would ruin your entire reputation.

They couldn't allow that. One of they best idols was hated.

You wanted to call Bruce, tell him everything that happened.

But you were too cowardly.

What if he was disappointed?

Maybe he'd think you called him to take advantage of him.

Maybe he'd tell you you were an idiot for the things you did; you were too young.

You knew it was a risky decision, but you decided to keep the baby.

Although apparently it wasn't a baby, but twins.

You were happy because you felt that after so much time, you wouldn't be alone anymore.

You would be able to start a family; that was what you always wanted.

Months later, your babies were born. You had never felt so happy in your life.

That day, you swore you would protect them with your life.

For the first time, you experienced what love was, and this time, it wasn't fake.

You're so cute, Aqua!"

You said laughing, squeezing one of he chubby cheeks.

You decided to retire from show business for a while; you wanted to dedicate all your time to your children.

You didn't want them to feel the same way you did.

You would be a better version of them.

"Oh!" You felt a small push on your arm and could see Ruby looking at you with those eyes of hers. They were so similar, yet so different from you. "You're very pretty too, Ruby. The cutest girl in the world!"

You hugged them both with all your strength. Everything you'd ever dreamed of was now yours.

For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to feel loved.

This love wasn't fake; it was real.

Here, you didn't need to lie or pretend.

The doorbell rang, snapping you out of your thoughts.

"Uh? I don't remember ordering anything..."

You said, getting up from the couch.

You left Aqua and Ruby in the living room as you headed for the door.

But Aqua was too stubborn and decided to follow you. he felt something wasn't right.

You opened the door and found a strange man standing there, but you were surprised when you saw the flowers he was carrying. Perhaps it was a gift from your manager.

It wasn't uncommon for someone from your company to send you gifts to let them know you were okay.

But you could barely react when you felt something sharp enter your abdomen.

"M-Mom..."

Was all he could say when he saw the whole The blood in the hallway and the man with the knife in his hand

Apparently, one of your fans had found out you had children, that you had a family

And he couldn't stand that his 'innocent and tender' (name) had some kind of boyfriend or husband

So he decided to kill you as revenge

The man ran out of your apartment; you barely had the strength to close the door, and your body collapsed right there

Aqua ran to hug you even though he knew your blood was staining his body

You could only hug him tighter as you tried to reach the phone on the wall

Aqua saw you dial a number and how the brightness of your eyes grew dimmer when the voicemail rang

It seemed like not even in the midst of death could you count on your family

"Dad...?" You said, barely trying not to choke on your own blood. "I know you probably d-don't want to talk to me... and I understand, but..."

You could feel Aqua squeezing you tighter, trying to keep your blood from spilling out. You could see Ruby from the other side of the glass.

Her look of terror hurt you. It hurt to see how scared she looked.

And you understood. No child should see their mother die.

You barely gave her a weak smile. You wanted to go over and hug her, but your body could barely hold the phone.

"Please... take care of Aqua and Ruby. They're all I have." A long silence fell over the room, and only small sobs could be heard in the hallway. For the first time in your life, you were afraid of dying. "Dad... I'm scared... please take care of them."

Your voice grew fainter and fainter, the brightness in your eyes dimmed, and tears streamed down your face.

A small "I love you" was heard, but Aqua couldn't tell if you were saying it to him, Ruby, or the man you were talking to.

The phone fell to the floor, and Aqua could feel the soft beat of your heart stop.

Your body felt as cold as snow.

He see his mother die before his eyes, and he couldn't do anything.

That day, Aqua promised himself he would kill the man who did this to you.

And maybe he would seek revenge. Your own father didn't answer your call when you asked for help. What kind of family was that?!

The message was sent, and the only noise left in the room was Aqua's frantic breathing and Ruby's crying from the other side of the glass.

Bruce could only repeat the voicemail over and over again. All he had left of you was your voice pleading for help.

He was supposed to be Batman, a hero.

But he wasn't even able to save his own daughter. Maybe if he answered that call, you'd still be alive.

He thought if he pushed you away, you wouldn't have to suffer anything. Being a vigilante wasn't easy, and he thought if he kept you away from him, he wouldn't have to put you in danger.

But even so, now you were dead.

When you mentioned Aqua and Ruby, he didn't know what you meant, but when he found out you were pregnant and had children, he felt worse.

You were pregnant and you never told him!? It sounded so hypocritical, and he knew it, but he couldn't stand that you decided to hide something as important as that.

Why didn't you ever call him? Even though I knew he didn't call you, it was for a good reason.

He wanted to keep you away from any danger, and he was too cowardly to call you.

After so many years, what could I say to you?

He ignored you your whole life. Would you let him back into your life?

Would you still consider him family after all this time?

He was a coward, and he knew it.

He wanted to have you back in his arms and make up for lost time.

But now you were just a memory, a blurry memory because he couldn't even remember the sound of your laughter or your gaze.

Your voice was the only true sound of you he could remember now.

But he swore he'd make the guy who did this to you pay. Maybe this time he'd let go of the no-kill rule.

Meanwhile, the sound of the television in the living room filled the room.

There was no sound, just the reporter's voice as she said you'd been found dead in your apartment.

Your face appeared on the screen; no one could believe you were dead.

In everyone's head, they had different ways to make the man who did this suffer and torture him.

They knew it was hypocritical to worry about you now, but they loved you!

In their own way...

But there was still a little bit of affection for you.

Damian thought about using the Lazarus Pit to revive you. He knew the consequences, but he couldn't allow his older sister to be dead.

You were supposed to stay alive!

He and you are Wayne by blood, you can't die!

You can't leave him alone. You were so stupid to leave the mansion and become an idol.

But it's okay. He'll find the signature to revive you, and this time he won't let you go.

Jason thought about crushing that man's skull with his bare hands. He wasn't the best brother to you, and he knows it.

You used to get along, before the Joker killed him and then he was revived.

At that moment, he was filled with rage and felt like everyone had betrayed him.

And he pushed you away, thinking it was for the best.

He was afraid of breaking you. He had broken many things in his life, and you were the only thing he hadn't broken.

So he pushed you away out of fear and rejection, and right now, he regrets it so much.

He'll avenge his sister and kill anyone who dares to say anything about you.

Dick couldn't even process it. He was the older brother who held the family together.

But it was always very different. with you, ignoring your needs or forgetting you.

It wasn't on purpose! He swears.

He was just too caught up in his responsibilities that he put you aside.

He wanted to pretend it didn't affect him so much, but inside, he was devastated.

But he was going to make amends for his mistakes, but first, he had to take care of the bitch who dared to touch you.

Tim barely found out you died; his whole world fell apart. He wasn't even prepared for that.

Your death?

This couldn't be possible. How? When?

He had a plan for everything, but this?

This was simply out of his hands.

But he pushed himself and began to investigate more than any other detective. Your killer was good at hiding, but he was much smarter.

It wouldn't surprise anyone that he was the first to discover the culprit.

He liked psychological torture more than physical torture, so he knew he could have fun with it as soon as he got his hands on it.

They were a bad family, but they got better!

It wasn't easy for Aqua and Ruby to adapt to their new family either.

For them, Aqua and Ruby were the only thing closest to you.

They were so similar to you.

Although Ruby accepted the overprotectiveness and affection, Aqua denied it.

He knew their intentions, Aqua still hated them for all the harm they caused.

He was going to get revenge on the man who did this to you and on your family.

They didn't deserve you; they're all hypocrites and manipulators.

Aqua knew your whole family was crazy.

I just hoped they weren't crazy enough to revive you.

They would never do that, right?

Right...?

After a long time, I decided to post something again.

Artist's block was the worst thing that could have happened to me.

I don't know if I'll do a second part; I'm too lazy to do any kind of series. So, it's an open ending

:vvv

Yandere Business Couple x Reader

Tw: Flirting, Dependency,

After one of your semesters in college your finacial aid finally ran out, so you had to get a side job as a server in one of the fancy restaurants. You hated the job, any free time you had was essentially entirely taken by it and the customers were always rude and inconsiderate, but it was slighty made up for as they all tipped high in an effort to not look like a pinch purse.

There was only one couple you actually enjoyed to serve, and they were called the Patersons.

Mr. Paterson was a very charming man and he paid you a compliment each time he saw you from your hair to makeup even your eyebrows, Mrs. Paterson was uncomfortably flirtatious towards you unashamedly calling you the most beautiful person she'd ever seen right infront of her husband. After they'd finished their meal and you brought the check they both payed separately and considering their meal was over 200 dollars individually it was shocking when they left you a 60% percent tip.

The Paterson's quickly became your favorite customers as every time they visited the restaurant you made nine hours worth of income in about 30 minutes. After a few months of them visiting, your boss pulled you aside as the restaurant was closing down for the night.

"So Y/n do you remember those uh, Paterson's that where here earlier today?" You replied yes wanting to know why he was mentioning them, "Well they're having a party up at their estate and they wanted to have the waiters here cater the party." You opened your mouth but before you could speak he interrupted you again, "It's during your work hours so it won't impact your studies and such, they're paying the servers 500 each and basically all of them are going so you won't be alone."

Much to your disappointment the party would make you way too much money for you to be able to decline it and after agreeing with him, he gave you the house address and Mrs. Paterson's phone number on your way out.

The next evening you took your dingy car up the hill to the house hoping it didn't break down on the way up, you looked in awe at their beautiful house before noticing all the expensive looking cars in the drive way. The gig wasn't too bad, pretty much everyone was nice and the money they gave you for it certainly would've made up for any hostilities, but as you were leaving Mr. Paterson asked you to stay behind wanting to talk to your for a moment.

"Sorry I'm stopping you from returning home but I and Mrs. Paterson needed to talk to you for a moment." He patted the spot next to him and you sat down albeit hesitantly and then his wife sat on your otherside basically trapping you between them, "So a couple weeks ago we were having a discussion about the dean of the school you go to, as they're a good friend of ours." Mrs. Paterson put a hand on your thigh and you felt very nervous and scared, what were they going to tell you?

"And they mentioned how your financial aid ran out and how you're such a good student and that it's a shame you have to work now" Mr. Paterson awkwardly paused thinking of what to say, "So we wanted to offer you a position as our- uh, Sophie what's that word you used again?" Mrs. Paterson smiled before answering.

"A sugar baby, Sweetheart."

"Ah yes a- wait Y/n!" You stormed out of their house using your dingy car to speed down the hill their lovely house was on. How dare they try to get you to whore yourself out to them, who the hell did they think they are? You drove back home deciding that after that you'd prefer to just stay home that day, after you got home you looked into your bank account and saw that the money was transferred to you and that they left a little sad face on the notes.

You felt so tired that you feel asleep on the couch.

You woke up that morning and did your daily ritual for the morning, made breakfast, brushed your teeth but as you got into your shower you realized that you didn't pay the gas bill as the freezing cold water hit your skin.

Shit. You forgot you couldn't pay the gas bill.

So you took your freezing cold shower in shame before drying of and sitting on the couch in your towel, you started to sob with how overwhelmed you felt with life now and how much you had to work in order to afford an education.

As the shame faded and turned to misery you remembered the couple's offer, you sat there in contemplation before deciding you'd swallow your pride and message them and ask if their offer was still available and apologize for your rudeness,

Mrs Paterson: Of course it's still available.

Mrs. Paterson almost immediately messaged you back, and then you accepted her offer with your hands shaking as your pressed the keys.

Mrs. Paterson: Meet me in the park in an hour, wear a nice outfit. Mrs. Paterson: If you don't have one, I can bring you something nice.

You quickly replied that you had a nice outfit and you'd be there before setting the phone down, and putting your hands in your face.

You couldn't believe your life had sunk this low.

Can I request Yandere Vlad the Impaler with the reader who's the sister of Matthias Corvinus? Knowing the history of both men the tension would be so high. Imagine like Vlad have a meeting with Matthias and met the reader for the first time and it was like love/obsession at first sight?

Hello dear. I hope you like it.

You were the third child and only daughter of John Hunyadi and Elizabeth Szilágyi. In other words, you were their precious little Princess in every sense. You had the best and most expensive of everything. Your mother was very careful about your upbringing. She did everything she could to make you a real lady. You got along well with your brothers. Especially with Matthias. The loss of your elder brother Ladislaus was a heavy blow for the family. You mourned in your mother's arms for months. After a while, Matthias took over the throne. In other words, he was now a King. You were very happy for your brother. Matthias had been protective of you since your childhood. This protectiveness especially increased when you two were alone in life. However, fate had some plans. Vlad the Impaler had visited your country for diplomatic purposes. He had noticed you during his meetings with your brother. Your brother was disturbed by Vlad's curiosity about you. Vlad immediately informed your brother that he wanted to marry you. This made your brother angry and worried. It was no secret that Vlad's fame had reached many people. Matthias politely turned down Vlad's request at first. However, this did not cause Vlad to give up. I have a few theories about what could happen next.

A war breaks out between the two countries. ~Matthias wins. ~Vlad wins.

Matthias is forced to let you and Vlad get married so that there is no war.