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idanceuntilidie ยท 4 months
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diejager ยท 7 months
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any thoughts for yandere!pervy!kรถnig who has to resist from fucking you so hard? knowing you're too weak and fragile to ruin, but palming himself through his pants whilst bathing you, or creeping on you as you sleep!!! ๐Ÿฅน
ignore if you want to!! can be somnophillia/noncon if you want ๐ŸŽ€๐Ÿฉท
How exactly am I supposed to ignore this??? This is such a good idea!
Yan!Pervy roommate Kรถnig x fem!reader
Cw: Perverted Kรถnig, dub-con, somnophilia, panty sniffing, panty stealer, scent/musk kink, handjob, tell me if I missed any.
He just canโ€™t believe how lucky he got when you answered the ad for a roommate. He knew you were searching for a place to move in, wanting to move out of your parentsโ€™ place as a first step into independence and heโ€™d purposely put the ad out a few weeks before you moved. The rate was low, lower than most apartment would cost - even for a old, beaten flat, but his was new and well-maintained - it was his way of silently coaxing you to room with him. Kรถnig had declined every other, keeping it open until you finally contacted him.
The days between your first interaction and your move in were a blur in his mind, dazed with ecstasy and joy to be have you at an armโ€™s length. You were so small compared to him - as most people were - and so weak and fragile, limbs a third to his and as strong as a child in his eyes. You were so innocent and untouched, your tight little cunt still a virgin in this age. You were temptation on two legs.
He canโ€™t remember the first time he peeked through the crack of the bathroom door, the glass shower doing nothing to hide your wet, naked skin as he palmed himself, groaning lowly as he fished out his hardened cock. He pumped himself, hand twisting as he reached the swollen head of his cock, thumb pressing against the leaky slit and using his precum as lube, jerking his hardened length more easily. He came at the thought of running his hands on your skin, kissing your collar and biting that beautiful neck, digging his hands into your thighs as he fucked into your small cunt. He hurriedly cleaned up and tucked himself back into his pants, burying the flush on his skin as he waited for you to finish your shower.
After the first month, jerking off while watching you shower wasnโ€™t enough, he humped your cushion when you were out, dragging his drizzly cock over your bed. Face buried in your sheets, he drinks in your scent, that sweet rose and vanilla smell of your shampoo as he rutted into his tight palm, imagining that he was between your warm walls. Kรถnig could come at the idea of covering you in his musk, your hair smelling like him, you skin tasting like him, you cunt leaking of him. He came so hard that it spurted all over your bed, his cum was on your blanket, on your bedsheet, on your cushion and on your headboard. Fuck, he loved the idea of covering you and your things in his cum.
When coming in his hand to the sight of you in the shower and your empty bed wasnโ€™t enough, he slipped into your room at night, the only sound in your shared appartient being you soft snoring and his laboured breaths. He stroked himself, teasing his throbbing cock with slow pumps and watching your innocent oblivion to his dirty thoughts while you slept. He was crouched over you, his figure looming over your figure when he came, thighs spread wide over your hips and hand clawing your bedsheet besides your head, you warm breath hitting his wrist.
Youโ€™d wake up without knowing why you were coated in crusty substance or why you were missing another panty, your pretty, blue lacy panty gone from your drawer. Kรถnig would be in his room, holding your pretty lace lingerie over his nose, sniffing it while he pumped himself. God, Kรถnig couldnโ€™t stop himself from covering your underwear in his load before handing it back to you, saying that he found it somewhere in the house. Then youโ€™d wear it, your sweet cunny over the spot he came on, making him purr in satisfaction, a branding on you in the deepest way possible since he couldnโ€™t bully his cock into you just yet.
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angelltheninth ยท 1 month
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Soft Yandere Boyfriend Turns Rough when He Sees His Best Friend Flirting with You
Pairing: Soft Male!Yandere x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle to rough sex, possessiveness, yandere behavior, marking, biting, hickeys, hands pinned above your head
A/N: He can be crazy, just a bit. A tiny bit.
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Your soft!yandere boyfriend never hurt a soul. You didn't think him capable of such a thing, he was protective but very gentle, even avoiding fighting when it can be done. Luckily he was more on the muscular side so him looking at someone wrong tended to do the job. You also noticed that every time it happened he was a bit rougher with you in bed, like he needed an outlet.
The only time you saw your soft!yandere boyfriend get into a fight it was with his best friend after he flirted with you as a joke. At lest his friend insisted it was a joke but after that fight your boyfriend wasn't buying that excuse. He took you by the hand after he yelled at his friend some more and wasted no time walking you home and immediately stripping.
He needed you. He needed this. He needed to know you would never leave him. With teary eyes your soft!yandere boyfriend kissed you, telling you he was sorry you had to see that, see him lose his temper. After this he'll try to talk to his friend for crossing a line but first he has to make sure you still love him and want to be with him.
Like those times before he pins you against the bed, angling his cock with your entrance while his hands pin your hands above your head. At time like this he doesn't seem like the soft!yandere boyfriend that you feel in love with, he is almost a different person. He looks, sounds, smells the same but the way he fucks you couldn't be more different.
Soft!yandere boyfriend doesn't take his stormy eyes off yours as he makes love to you. He needs this reassurance, he needs to see the love in your eyes as they glaze over with each pump of his hips against your own. His full balls ache with the need to be drained by you, his cock pulsing and stimulating your deepest, most sensitive spots. You can hardly keep the eye contact but you don't want to stop looking at him when he's this wild, when he shows you this hidden, rough side of him.
Your soft!yandere boyfriend keeps this possessive side hidden even from you, only allowing you to see it in moments like there. Moments where he as to make sure you're his and he's yours. To further assure you both of this he allows you to scratch his back as you come, meanwhile his teeth find the soft flesh of your breasts, biting harshly, too hard, the spiking pain sending you over the edge and him soon after.
The next day your soft!yandere boyfriend is back to his old self, apologizing to getting rough but happy that you enjoy it. When he kisses even bruise and bite he left on you he decides to call his friend to try and make up with him. When the three of you meet up there a big, proud smile blooming on his face when his friend notices the hickeys peaking from behind both your shirts.
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yandere-writer-momo ยท 1 month
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Authorโ€™s note: I am stuck in a slump so Iโ€™m going to write a guilty pleasure of mineโ€ฆ the body swap trope except this time, with a twist. And of course with the one that got away trope. I adore it so very much like black cherry ice-cream.
Yandere Head Canons:
The Husband Swap
Yandere Shapeshifter x Married Fem Elf Reader x Neglectful Drow Husband
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TW: yandere content!! Mentions of smut, dubcon, tentacles, monster fucking, size kink, manipulation, voyeurism, oral, and unhealthy relationship.
Art from Veil Manga
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You had been married to your husband, Nikolai Sokolov, for many years. An arranged marriage set up amongst your people as a peace treatyโ€ฆ you, a high elf, wed to a drow, dark elf. And Nikolai was often cold to youโ€ฆ despite how often you attempted to bond with him.
Nikolai refused to eat any of the food you made and he constantly brushed aside your attempts to get to know him. He cared little for this arranged relationship and treated you as if you were some mere commoner, a fact that only made your heart sting.
Nikolai would occasionally share a bed with you, but it was often out of fulfilling his needs. He cared little for your pleasure and only cared to satiate his own.
One day, Nikolai bought you a servant just to get you to leave him alone (outside of sex). A shapeshifter.
A magic collar was bound tightly around their silver neck as a preventative to their ability to shift. They were now powerless and subservient. A trait that most shapeshifters didnโ€™t have since they were quite sly by nature. You wondered what this creature had done to have been reduced to a servantโ€ฆ
Their name was Lev Snegur and they were close in age to you and Nikolai. The shapeshifter was somewhat masculine looking with sharp features and pitch black eyes. A genderless species that never uttered a sound, what wonderful company to have.
You often tried to engage in small talk with them, but they remained as silent as the depth of night. Not a peep left their lips to ever give you input. It unnerved you.
You were very sweet to them and even offered to share meals, but they only stared at you. Talking to Lev was like talking to a brick wall that nodded at times. Lev was an incredibly good listener.
Levโ€™s company did little to satiate the ache in your heart and the all consuming loneliness. You were so isolated in this empty home filled with bitterness. And you started to accept that youโ€™d never find any warmth with him. Nor would you find solace in your silent servantโ€™s company.
Occasionally youโ€™d wake up covered in a slight sweat, a puddle of dampness below you. The room would always feel of sex, yet you hardly had any of thatโ€ฆ but you were always a bit sore between your legs when youโ€™d wake up on mornings like this. Had you been having wet dreams due to your consistent loneliness? Or was there something foul at play?
So it was a surprise when Nikolai bounced into your room like a puppy one morning. His arms wrapped around your side while he inhaled your scent. What on earth was he doing?
โ€œNikolai?โ€ Nikolai placed a finger on your lips, a mischievous look in his crimson eyes.
โ€œShh, I have a surprise for you!โ€ Nikolai gave you a bright grin that made you do a double take. Youโ€™ve never seen your grumpy husband smile in his entire life. This had to be a dreamโ€ฆ you gave yourself a pinch and hissed at the pain you inflicted on your poor arm. Nope. Not a dream.
Nikolai lead you out of the room to where a grand meal was set before you consisting of all of your favorite delicacies. You had no idea your husband even knew you adored such foodโ€ฆ
โ€œDo you like it?โ€ His face was hopeful as he took your hand in his. โ€œIโ€™ve come to a realization that you genuinely care for meโ€ฆ so I will treat you better.โ€
And from that day forth, Nikolai was more attentive than he ever had been. He insisted you should move into his room and he often cuddled with youโ€ฆ it was so odd. This entire situation was bizarre, almost as if this was another person and not your husband.
It was when Nikolai went down on you for the first time that your mind truly began to believe he was another man. When did he learn how to please you and why did he eat you out like a man starved? This wasnโ€™t your husbandโ€ฆ this was an imposter.
When โ€˜Nikolaiโ€™ made love to you, he felt bigger. You swore he was nearly two to three inches than he used to be, which made your stomach protrude like you had a baby bump. And his hands ardently grasped at every bit of your body as he could.
It wasnโ€™t too uncommon for you to find your husband sniffing your hair like some sort of animal. You were so scaredโ€ฆ
The longer you spent time with โ€˜Nikolai,โ€™ the more paranoid you became. There were less and less drows around now and your servant was missingโ€ฆ you were starting to become afraid.
But you never were able to get much time to think about it too much since โ€˜Nikolaiโ€™ was always dutifully by your side. There was never any time to ask questionsโ€ฆ until tonight. You decided to ask himโ€ฆ for you feared youโ€™d fall off the deep end into insanity if you didnโ€™t.
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โ€œWhereโ€™s Lev?โ€ You softly asked Nikolai whose fingers paused their dance over your scalp. His crimson eyes glanced over to your face.
โ€œAnd why do you care so much about a shifter when your husband is here?โ€ Nikolai asked in a bitter tone, but you could see a bit of excitement in his eye. And it made your heart pulse in your brain.
โ€œWell, I miss Lev.โ€ You softly whispered. It wasnโ€™t a complete lie. You did miss your servant who always listened to you, but you preferred his silent company over the overbearing presence of your changed husband.
โ€œHmmโ€ฆ well, we can go see him if youโ€™d like.โ€ Nikolai rose up from the bed and wrapped a black robe over his bare chest. โ€œHeโ€™s in the dungeon.โ€
You were a bit shocked by your husbandโ€™s words. โ€œWhat do you mean? Lev never did anything wrong-โ€œ
โ€œMy wife is too kind for her own good.โ€ Nikolai held your chin to pause you from rambling on even more. His eyes were filled with so much emotion, it froze you in place. โ€œItโ€™s what I love most about you.โ€
You gulped and averted your gaze, your cheeks felt hot.
Lev lead you down the hallway and down the winding stairs to the dungeon, his hand gently held yours. You felt dread creep up into your stomach the closer you went to the dingy dungeon. Your nerves felt as if they were on fireโ€ฆ
And the sight before you terrified you to your core, the angled corpse of Nikolai laid sprawled out on the brick flooring. His lifeless eyes turned toward the door and his mouth agape in a horrific scream forever frozen on his rotting face.
You tried to flee but your โ€˜Nikolaiโ€™ began to shift, slender hands now held you firmly in place while your captorโ€™s face slowly morphed into the bewitching creature named Lev.
โ€œIt didnโ€™t take much to overpower him. Your husband was too cocky to notice I figured out how to disarm the collar.โ€ Levโ€™s voice made your blood run cold from how raspy it was. His voice low and monotonous despite the various emotions that hid beneath the surface of his eyes. โ€œTo whack him over the back of the head with a sword hilt and drag him down here. It was childโ€™s play really.โ€
โ€œAre you going to kill me too?โ€ You whimpered when his grip tightened around your arms. His face filled with concern.
โ€œKill you? Nonsense, Iโ€™d never kill my wife!โ€ Lev began to pepper your face with numerous kisses while his arms snaked around your waist. โ€œI mean it when I say I love you, I love you more than that bastard ever could.โ€
You try to protest, but you feel something slimy wrap around your legs and give them a squeeze. Your eyes are wide in terror at the black tendrils that snaked around your plush thighs. What on earth?!
โ€œAnd I can certainly fuck you better than he ever couldโ€ฆ I can show you things no other monster could ever show you, so wonโ€™t you indulge me? I promise Iโ€™ll blow your mind.โ€
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shooting-love-arrows ยท 4 months
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๐˜๐€๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘๐„! ๐’๐”๐†๐€๐‘ ๐ƒ๐€๐ƒ๐ƒ๐˜
PAIRING: ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ซ ๐ƒ๐š๐๐๐ฒ x reader (gender not mentioned/implied/specified); SYNOPSIS: Your first meeting with him was anthing but charming. Especially when he cornered you to the point, where you know you'll have no choice but to submit. TW. implied age gap, manipulation, threatening (?), red flag, power imbalance;
๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
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"How can I help you, sir?"
"Be my sugar baby."
You blinked owlishly, trying to process what this customer said and if it was on the menu. When in fact it turned out that it isn't and you connected the words and their meaning, you were ready to burst out laughing.
He can't be serious.
Just by looking at him, you can tell he occupies a high position in some fancy corporation. You were even ready to bet that he was a CEO! It was a mystery itself why he was here, in a food chain restaurant in the first place. An enigma why he even said something like that to you, a plain worker who is pretty much opposite in every aspect one could think of.
He is handsome, you give him that. Probably older than you, since his face was more defined and mature. His suit, which you imagned to be tailor-made, colonge that was so strong you could smell it from behind the counter and all the expensive accesories (I mean look at his watch! Worth univesity tuition installment or two!) he had on were probably worth more than what you owned now.
But no, you aren't stupid. Sleep deprived, yes. Hungry, yes. Broke, also unfortunately, yes. But not stupid.
This man must be high then. No other sane and sober and filthy rich man would propose something like that to the (broke) food chain worker during the first meeting.
You took a deep breath, reminding yourself to be calm. He is still your client and you are fighting to be this employee of the month. You can already envision your photo hanging by the cashier and feel the additional money in your bank account. You won't lose your cool now.
Instead, you plastered your best fake smile.
"I'm afraid that's not on our menu sir. Do you fancy something else?"
The man chuckled, as if you told the best and poshest joke known to mankind. Your eyebrow twitched, yet your smile didn't budget.
Calm down...he is high...let him laugh...employee of the month...additional money...!
"You're more amusing than I thought." ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ซ ๐ƒ๐š๐๐๐ฒ wiped a stray tear from his eye. "Trust me sweetie, I love how you call me 'sir' but that doesn't change the fact that my request still stays. I want you to be my sugar baby."
"I'm afraid that's not possible, sir."
"Ho ho, everything is possible." ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ซ ๐ƒ๐š๐๐๐ฒ hid his hands in the pocket of his pants. He was staring down at you, like you were the most interesting thing he saw in a long while. You began to feel uneasy and slightly curled into yourself. You didn't like how mischievous his smirk looked.
A beat of tense silence passed, before he spoke again.
"I won't back down, sweetie. You know, I've learned that when you really want something, you should fight for it till you'll achieve it. This situation is no different than a business. I provide you safety and money, while you agree to be mine and fulfill my (every) requests." He finished his speech with a smile worth a million dollars, showing off his pearly white and straight teeth.
"Sir -- "
"After all, you wouldn't want your current life to crumble, hm?" You froze when his expression became sinister and his voice lowered to the point of mocking. In your gut you began to feel dread. You knew this feeling bery well. It appears whenever you sense danger. Currently, this man in front of you was a person who you should be afraid of. One thing for sure, he wasn't lying when he said he can destroy you in a matter of one call.
Money rules the world.
"Your measly, little thing, who believes something will change. That it is just a stepping stone. But what if I make it your prison? Force you to be stuck here until you break under pressure? In the end, you'll still agree to be mine, sweetie. It depends on you if you want to suffer or not."
And destroy those who are too weak and gets crushed under its ruthless rule.
"This choice is yours." ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐’๐ฎ๐ ๐š๐ซ ๐ƒ๐š๐๐๐ฒ straightened his back and only now you realized he was holding a sheet of paper. "All you have to do is to sign this..."
You knew you have no choice.
"So pick carefully, sweetie."
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Yandere! Monster x Reader Headcanons
You find yourself kidnapped into a half-breed family of monsters and humans, for the purpose of an arranged marriage. Luckily for you, the groom is their only pure human, terribly handsome and charming. You'd perhaps appreciate him more if your eyes weren't glued to his monstrous older sibling...
Content: female reader, monster smut, reader is a shameless monster hoe
[Part 2]
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You always imagined such kidnappings to be of theatrical intensity, being scooped up against your will as you scream and flail your arms, longing for a savior. The affair itself felt more like a formal summoning. Mysterious men appeared before you and merely announced that your presence is required, unfortunately without the choice of refusal. Might as well. You packed necessities under their polite supervision and now you're sitting at the table, facing multiple strangers who are casually enjoying their lunch. One of them, the head of the family apparently, explains that half-breeds are in a rather sensitive place when one considers human and monster politics. Thus, every now and then, they will do whatever it takes to strengthen their bonds and show good intent towards both species. This time it's an arranged marriage with a fellow human.
Why you, in particular? No need to concern yourself with intricate details. What matters now is that you are to be married soon and your groom is right here, enthusiastically waving in a welcoming greeting. You scan his features and can't help but agree with the family: he is, by all definitions, a conventionally handsome man. His face is carefully chiseled in most elegant, yet masculine features. His voice is confident but warm, and you can tell by the flock of servants hovering around that he's rather popular. After the luxurious meal he guides you around the imposing home, showing you to your room and briefing you on future responsibilities. Caring, attentive, and several other checks that you can easily mark in his favor.
Yet one vital aspect has been omitted. The prince's mesmerizing beauty was rather swiftly discarded once you realized the presence of his older sibling, a pure monster blood towering above everyone else and idly eating his food, uninterested. You managed to hide your blush in time, but you couldn't help throwing curious glances. Might've been easier for everyone involved if they handed out 'monster lover' badges. Alas, you weren't prepared to ever be faced with the choice.
The next day you're awoken by the murmur of diligent work, as both servants and family pace back and forth about their plans. You sneak your way out - since nothing is yet expected of you - and wander until you find your intended target: the beastly sibling is polishing a bizarre weapon you don't recognize in what seems to be a storage room littered with battle memorabilia. He notices your presence and acknowledges you with a bored nod. You ask whether you may observe his current activity and he looks up at you, raising an eyebrow suspiciously before agreeing. Why would you care? Certainly there's more entertaining things for you to do as a soon-to-be bride.
As you listen to his little stories from the battleground (hardy monsters like him are better off fighting, not socializing), you have to pat your cheeks in desperate attempts to cool down your burning blush. "H-how comes you don't have a partner?" You mutter, almost feverish. "Not interested. Plus, who would dare to marry me?" he jokes, focused on the sharp item in his clawed hands. There it is. Hesitation and diplomacy out the window, you rearrange yourself, smoothening your clothing, and whisper: "Well, if I had to choose, I would've preferred you as my husband..."
Once again he stares at you bewildered. Have you come here to mock him or something? A frail, pretty human like you, about to tie the knot with his stunning younger brother, showing up here and behind everyone's backs to openly flirt with him. Ridiculous beyond comprehension. His skin is thick enough to not mind such twisted humor, so if anything he's impressed by your audacity. Alright, if you've come for jokes, he'll comply. He places his weapon down and fully turns to you. A little scare might teach you to be more respectful with your in-laws next time.
With a speedy movement that's barely registered by your eyes, he pushes you on the floor and pins you by the wrists, lowering himself uncomfortably close to your face. "If you tease me like this, I might not be able to hold back." He says as he forces himself to smile extra hard, revealing the multiple rows of fangs. "In fact, I can't guarantee you'd make it out of here alive." Hopefully he isn't going too far with his tactics. He senses your frantic breathing and is about to apologize for continuing your prank, but you blurt out in a daze: "Yes, please! I've been thinking about it ever since I saw you." You're panting for dear life as your face is turning a deep shade of red.
Uh oh. Now this is awkward. You weren't...you weren't kidding. For a moment, he freezes in place, trying to recollect himself to no avail. Fucking your brother's future wife in a storage room in the middle of the day feels like poorly written erotic romance. Then again, he can't deny the sudden urge overwhelming him at the mere thought of it. You're squirming underneath him, gliding your legs across his now obvious bulge. His common sense is hanging by a comically thin thread and he can almost hear the instant when it snaps. Thankfully some leftovers of sanity must have remained in the back of his mind and his lustful grunts while pounding you are kept low enough that no one is notified of your horny deeds. Shutting you up was the bigger challenge.
"Is this too tight, miss?" You spin in front of the mirror and the servant readjusts the lace corset adorning your wedding dress. You have to hold back your yawn. Downright shameless and perverted of you to daydream about your monster boyfriend while trying on bridal gowns, but it's not like you agreed to it to begin with. You were kind of hoping to discuss future dating prospects post-intercourse, but someone had been looking for you shortly afterwards and you struggled to regain your composure. Your scary-looking suitor shooed you away with the promise of a reunion.
Before the servant can reach for the next dress, you both jump, startled by angry shouts coming from the hall. You rush outside to witness the older sibling standing before the head of the family. The wrathful threats were coming from the much smaller half-human. "Y-you can't just decide like that!" He screams. "Of course I can. You're welcome to fight me for it." The monster sibling flashes a smug grin. "Can anyone here defeat me?" His question is met with silence. He spots you and gestures you to come towards him. "I'll say it one more time. Find another human for my brother if you have to. This one is mine." He ends his sentence in a low growl and you shiver underneath his heavy arm. Boy, what a time to be alive.
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00-jammy-00 ยท 5 months
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Yan!Fuckboy HCโ€™s
Yan!Fuckboy x GN! Stuco President! Reader
Content warning - Yandere themes, stalking, murder, obsession, masochist yandere (if you squint), nsfw mentions
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Yan!Fuckboy who canโ€™t help but stare at you as you walk down the hallways. God your ass, the sway of your hips, the glare you give him, the scoffs when he compliments you, all of it makes his cock throb in his pants.
Yan!Fuckboy who makes it his daily routine to follow you home after school, he can practically smell you! Look how cute you look when you get in the shower, heโ€™s so happy he brought his camera.
Yan!Fuckboy who has sex with anyone who resembles you, the same perfume? Heโ€™s already shoved his dick in that hole. The same hair colour? Heโ€™s already had that mouth around him yet none of them satisfied him the same way you did that one night.
Yan!Fuckboy who needs another taste, having a one night stand at a Halloween party isnโ€™t enough for him! Please let him have one more chance!
Yan!Fuckboy who realises that itโ€™s not your fault youโ€™re rejecting him, itโ€™s that guy on the student council, isnโ€™t it? Heโ€™s blackmailing you, isnโ€™t he? Heโ€™ll make sure that asshole never smiles at you again.
Yan!Fuckboy whoโ€™s over the moon that you agreed to hook up whenever youโ€™re feeling frustrated. Itโ€™s become his life mission to irritate you until you either fuck him dumb, or he fucks you silly.
Yan!Fuckboy who stole your spare key and made a copy so he can visit you whenever he wants. Howโ€™d he get your key? You gave it to him silly! You remember, donโ€™t you?
Yan!Fuckboy who cums as soon as heโ€™s fully in your hole, despite all his experience and his larger than average body count, you make him feel like a virgin again.
Yan!Fuckboy who puts a bullet through the eyes of any slutty girl or guy that tried to get in his pants, heโ€™s reserved for you only, like how he doesnโ€™t let any other people try to have their way with you, youโ€™ll be together forever! Itโ€™s not like you have a choice anyway!
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A LOYAL BUTLER
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โžฅ warnings/notices: yandere, nsfw, smut, mentioned deaths, mentioned masturbation, obsession, afab! reader, forbidden love (?), fingering, cunnilings, overstimulating, forbidden relationship.
โžฅ yandere! butler x mistress! reader
โžฅ synopsis: with all men dead, you are the currently head of the family and by your side stand your loyal butler who helps you with a small problem.
โžฅ a/n: request by @taeee0902. based on a small chat we had a few weeks ago. I really love their idea of having a butler as a yandere for a mistress who canโ€™t catch a break from work, so she uses her beloved servant as a stress relief. this one is a little short since I got a some projects from college I need to do. SECOND PART HERE, GUYS!
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โžฅ unlike the rest of the noble houses of the empire, the barony is lead by a woman, you. since your father, brothers and uncles death, you have become the head of the family in the middle of the night with the approval of the last member of the royal family, the empress. meaning that none could take over your place if they marry you, making you the only person able to rule over the barony along with the help of elliot, your personal butler.
โžฅ he has been on your side since the early days. a little bit older than you by a couple of years, elliot has been your butler and best friend for a long time, someone who you can trust with your secrets and to help around work when you are stressed out. his gloved hands caressing your hair when you can barely stay awake from working hours and hour without a break or when elliot lays you down the couch of the office to give you a nice and deserved rest.
โžฅ it a routine that you are still getting used to it. always working without taking a single break (how father managed to do that?), talking and talking with people who are boring (almost falling asleep during meetings) and your less favorite, being so lonely. being the head of the house means that you have no time to spend one with the family, at least with those who still alive, and they live so far away from the barony that makes you feel so alone most of the timeโ€ฆbut you have elliot at your side, donโ€™t you? he wonโ€™t leave anytime soon, he promised that.
โžฅ most of the days is about you and elliot working together to fill the paperwork before night, itโ€™s not easy as you expected, but its satisfying seeing how your hardwork later when the money arrives. and of course, you buy a few gifts for elliot to thank him for his help.
โžฅ sometimes are cufflinks that are made with the finest gems of the empire to match his eyes (that are only for you, my dear), expensive clothing that make many mistake him for a nobleman (he wishes to be the one to marry you) and a glass to help with his poor eyesight (he didnโ€™t imagine that you could even more gorgeous). you are perfect, none can be compared to you and those who even try to stand up at the same height as your should suffer.
โžฅ and when you stop working for the day, elliot makes sure to take care of you. massaging your shoulder after you finally get a time to rest, preparing the soft and tasty food to make up to your hard work and helping you taking off your dresses. his hand unbuttoning the back of vests, to reveal your collarbone (the one that he dreams to place many marks on it) and your lingerie.
โžฅ he only could imagine how beautiful you are behind those piece of clothing, the water of the bathtub made difficult to see you nudity as he washes you hair with the finest shampoo and hearing you humming a melody from an old fairy tale. elliot feels like he is the happiest man on earth by touching your body in a intimate way, but he wishes to be more close with you and feel your body under his. is this too much to ask for?
โžฅ once the bath is done for good, elliot helps you put some lightly vests to cover you from the cold night and then guide you to the office, after all, you still need to work with some paperwork, where he stays right by your side for a couple of minutes before his time to leave. he was ready to leave for the night, but you call his name from the desk and asked him to come closer.
โžฅ is there something you need from me, [name]? he has the right to call by first name when alone. elliot hoped to be a simple request, such a glass of water, but you surprised him. you asked him, your personal butler, to have a sexual relationship with him. a casual thing, you told him that you need to let the stress out somehow.
โžฅ elliotโ€™s mind told him to refuse the request, itโ€™s not right to a noble woman and her butler to be in an intimate relationship, itโ€™s forbidden! but his heart told him otherwise, saying itโ€™s his only chance to be closer to you as he always dreamed of and that he could stop touching himself while thinking of you at nightโ€ฆhe accepted your offer.
โžฅ the following day went smoothly to the servants of the household, after all, you looked so much better after days and days of stressing over working! but where is elliot? the butler was supposed to be serving you all the time, but no one can find him anywhereโ€ฆmaybe if they look under your desk they would find him.
โžฅ his fingers is hitting places you couldnโ€™t never. teasing and touching every inch of your spongy walls, making you almost unable to hold back the moans that are desperate trying to get out. elliot has zero experience in touching a woman, but that doesnโ€™t mean he isnโ€™t a faster leaner, managing to find the best areas of your inside to result in your body squirt under his touch. letting your fluids hit his lips and glasses, making him feel so powerful for being the responsible one to do it.
โžฅ eyes rolling back and trembling your whole body when elliot goes further with his tongue inside you. tasting how sweet and admiring how wet you can get by a merely teasing of his part, have you dream of this? how long have you been waiting for this to happen? he is going to ask it later, but now, he will be the responsible one to make you come by his tongue alone, elliot wants to drink til the last drop.
โžฅ his pleasure is ignored, completely obsessing over yours. elliot has his main goal to make you come by him and to hear the sweet sounds coming out of your lips, he adores it so much! itโ€™s seem like time stops when you orgasm over and over til you canโ€™t talk nor move your legsโ€ฆand he isnโ€™t stopping.
โžฅ elliotโ€ฆt-too much, please stop. he doesnโ€™t hear your words, his tongue continues to move inside and fingers are holding your thighs away to give him a better view of your pretty pussy, admiring it once again, then he continues with his work to make you feel good, unaware that youโ€™ve reach your limit.
โžฅ luckily, you managed to push him away and elliot finally notice of your currently state. if someone say you right now, they wonโ€™t believe that you are noble lady, not with a commoner between your legs, with an expression from those erotic novels that many read in secret. it would be a such problem if anyone catch him this way.
โžฅ I-Iโ€™m exhaustedโ€ฆ you are tired, of course you are, who wouldnโ€™t be after a series of orgasm? but not elliot. he stares at you with his eyes begging for more, not even caring about his pants being ruined by his cum. tonight he is going to focus on you alone. you w-want more? he nodded, already teasing your clit again and whispering how much he loves you, his finger tapping your skin and fluids. well, since you asked it so nicely, elliot. you can continue it as long im working, okay?
โžฅ the smile on his face only grew before he went back to his place between your thighs, already feeling like he is the luckiest man in earth.
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Bat-Boys in Bed
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Dick Graysonโ€™s mouth is filthy. And he gets enough praise, so I think heโ€™d be into praising you instead.โ€ Youโ€™re so pretty, all fucked-out and dumbโ€ฆjust for meโ€ as he pounds into you, panting in between words.
Heโ€™d also be into touchy sex positions, like missionary where he can hook his nose into your neck and wrap his arms around you. Dick would be into you giving him hickies.
I think Dick has an insane staminaโ€”round after round. His hips would meet yours at a punishing pace as he muttered out praise,โ€ this cunt is so warm and wet for me. My beautiful girl.โ€ And he place wet kisses to your neck and cheeks.
Dick isnโ€™t above moaning, but heโ€™s not pornographic about it.i see him whimpering and begging if heโ€™s getting a blow job or if youโ€™re on top and teasing him, but I donโ€™t see him moaning as much or more than you.
Jason Todd isnโ€™t much of a talker during sex, but I do believe he moans. Heโ€™d be a lot more gentle with you than popular belief thinks. Especially if weโ€™re talking older, mature Jason whoโ€™s passed his โ€œfresh from the pit madness.โ€
I do believe Jason has a choking kink and Iโ€™ll die on this hill. And it doesnโ€™t have to be his hand around your throat or vice versa. It can be him shoving his cock to the back of your throat and feeling you pulse and throb around him.
He enjoys, mature Jason too, seeing your eyes go wide and glassy. Jason loves to pull his cock from your mouth after youโ€™ve had enough and seeing your lips plump and pink. He loves the slight flush of your tits.
Jason is a lot more eager to switch roles and be on the bottom than Dick. If youโ€™re feeling top-ish and want to ride. Jason wouldnโ€™t argue as you ground down on him, rolling your hips and leaving a trail of slick on his pelvis.
Heโ€™d beg through covered lips as you shushed him and picked up your pace, driving your hips forward and giving Jason the release heโ€™d been craving.
I donโ€™t know enough about Tim or Duke, sorry.
Bruce is harder to read because thereโ€™s decades of lore, canon, and stuff thatโ€™s not in the main continuity. Many writers have different versions of him that some favoriteโ€”however, here goes.
Bruce is a control freak. Whether you planned it or not, youโ€™d end up in a dom/sub dynamic. Heโ€™d be choosing your clothes, picking which jewelry he buys, telling you when to cum before you even realize it.
I also think he has a power imbalance kink, just a little bit. Nothing extreme or megalomaniacal. So I truly believe you wouldnโ€™t be rich (sorry lol); youโ€™d maybe be a lesser known vigilante, and thatโ€™s if Bruce is healthily interested in you. I believe youโ€™d be a civilian, but a smart and compassionate one. We know Bruce isnโ€™t one to dumb himself down for company; we know Bruce is attracted to smart women, but none of his past relationships worked because they didnโ€™t have a heart ( I love Talia, but he real; she wasnโ€™t Mother Teresa).
This one may lose people, but I believe Bruce has a breeding kink. It would be a chance for him to restart. His only blood child is an arrogant, cold assassin and the rest of his children are masked vigilantes who dance with death nightly. But with you, his love, he could have a child not born in pain and anger. Heโ€™s older and wiser; heโ€™s not as vengeful and mission oriented as he was when he adopted Dick and Jason; Tim sought him out, and Damian came with a chip on his shoulder.
Bruce is unyielding in his refusal to switch places. Heโ€™s too paranoid and enjoys control too much to bottom. The closest youโ€™ll get to topping is bossing him around from the bottom.โ€ faster, pretty boy.โ€ You reached up and caressed his face as his pace stuttered and he spilled into you, gasping and groaning as he did.
You wouldnโ€™t be fucked in the suit or the Batmobile. And he hates being called Batman in bed. The closest youโ€™d get to mixing sex with his vigilante life is getting fucked in the Batcomputer seat.
Damian Wayne is the kinkiest Batfam member. I see Damian, who didnโ€™t undergo such a beautiful arc, having a blood and bondage kink.
Damian preferred to tie you down rather than tie you up. He cares for you, and tying you up puts you in an uncomfortable position (he doesnโ€™t want that) and it screws with your circulation. And if he ties you down, he can see your face as he places the vibrator right on your clit. He can see you try to knock your kneesโ€”to no avail.
Damian loved to take a small knife and inflict a wound, if you can even call it that. It was feather soft, and you loved when he would wrap his mouth around the wound and suck the blood. Then heโ€™d kiss you, letting the saliva and metallic taste mingle.
I believe Damian would be into hickies and spanking too, but not the for the violence like I see from the kinkier side of the fandom. He would be into hickies, spanking, bandage, and blood play for the markings. It all boiled down to markings. And thatโ€™s not to claim that those activities didnโ€™t get you both off, but Damianโ€™s true enjoyment stemmed from the possessiveness of it all.
Thatโ€™s why he likes to untie you and massage the rope imprints, then walk you to the mirror and spin you around, letting you see all the prints and marks. He could feel himself harden again, but he knew heโ€™d break you if he ever tried to impose his libido and stamina on you.
Donโ€™t kill me, but Damian isnโ€™t into cunnilingus. He also wouldnโ€™t bottom, not like youโ€™d want him to. If, and thatโ€™s a huge โ€œifโ€ ( itโ€™s months into the relationship too), he does bottom, itโ€™s not traditional bottoming. Damian would top from the bottom,โ€ go slower, grind harder, beloved.โ€ And heโ€™d grip your hips hard enough to leave prints, because marks, duh!
Damian likes sloppy blow jobs. I know heโ€™s proper and clean, but trust me. Spit, moans, and whimpers; thatโ€™s what gets him off. And seeing your cheeks flush and your breathing quicken, but you keep going lower and taking more of him in. He appreciates the determination, and it makes him feel in control, huge, and dominant which strokes his ego.
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Sweet yanderes who are so gentle with their darlings, handling them like theyโ€™re made of glass. They never raise their voice and hold their darling like theyโ€™ll break under the slightest pressure, terrified of harming their darling in any way.
Sweet yanderes who can be a bit overwhelming, always doing everything for their darling and making sure their always within eyeshot of them. They just donโ€™t want their darling to strain themselves, is that so bad? Their darling wonโ€™t have to lift a finger as long as theyโ€™re around!
Sweet yanderes who would never hurt their darling, no matter how much they acted out. Yanderes who rely on rewards rather than punishment, giving their darling more privileges the longer they behave.
Sweet yanderes who want nothing more than to keep their darling safe. Sure, they kidnapped them and took away most of their freedom, but it was for their own good! They canโ€™t have their darling being hurt and corrupted by the cruelty of the outside world, it would destroy them!
Sweet yanderes who make their darling as comfortable as possible as a way to make up for their lost freedoms. Theyโ€™ll buy all their darlings favorite things, nab all of their comfort items just to keep them happy. They know what theyโ€™ve done is upsetting but eventually, if they keep treating their darling well, theyโ€™ll see that it was for the best. They have all they need where they are anyways!
Sweet yanderes whose hearts break a little more every time their darling tries to escape or lash out. Why canโ€™t they see that this is for the best? Arenโ€™t they doing enough to keep their darling happy? Yanderes who work even harder to keep their darlings satisfied, doing anything and everything they ask (except for letting them go).
Sweet yanderes who would and do murder anyone standing in between them and their darling without regret, brutalizing their victim until the bodyโ€™s almost unrecognizable. Yanderes who make sure their darling never finds out about what theyโ€™ve done, too afraid of scaring their darling even more than they already are.
Sweet yanderes who remind their darling how much they love them every day, gently kissing them on the forehead while snuggling up to them. Itโ€™ll all be ok in the end, they just need to give their darling a little time to adjust, eventually theyโ€™ll be living happily ever after, just the two of them.
Forever.
The sweet yanderes: MICAH, Rain, Stella, REN, Leo (kinda), GWEN, Ivy
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Under the sea.
Yan fem mermaid triplets x gn reader Requests are open there is a small doodle of the mermaids at the end it looks so bad sobs
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Yandere mermaid triplets who:ย  ย  Found you one day at the beach, the sun was going down, the air was getting chillier. Instead of admiring the view you were asleep.ย  ย  Possibly taking a nap. ย 
The first to notice you was Avarene. She loved the shells and little rocks that washed up on the shore. She would pick them up admiring how the glistened in the fading sun.ย  This time she found something bigger, and oh so pretty.ย  ย  You were very close to the shore, so she dragged her body out of the water and loomed over you. ย  She admired your lips, hair. Her fingers brushed your cheek. Seeing as you didnโ€™t stir, she figured you must be such a heavy sleeper.ย ย  She let out a giggle, you look like a sleeping beauty!ย  Averene smiled, letting out a giggle she dove back into the sea to tell her sisters what she had found.ย  ย  You were gone by the time they got back, Avarene was so disappointed.ย  Her sisters shook her head about how ridiculous her claims were.ย  Too much air they told her, but Avarene stood by her point.ย  ย  The second mermaid to see you was Sereshell, durning one of her sun baths.ย  You were strolling down the beach. She quickly hid behind the rock she was laying on.ย  She couldnโ€™t help herself though he needed to take a peek.ย  ย  You were looking for a spot to take a nap, again.ย  ย  Sereshell was mesmerized, her face has gotten hot.ย  Is that the person Avarene was rambling about?ย  ย  She could admit, they were really pretty.ย  ย  She watched you all evening. ย  ย  She watched how your body relaxed when you fell asleep. ย  She watched you sleeping form, until you have awakened when it was dark and hurried back to your house.ย  ย  When she finally came back to her senses, she dived down to tell her sisters what she had seen.ย  ย  The last sister to see you was Phionos.ย  She waited in the last places Avarene and Sereshell saw you. ย  ย  She waited and waited.ย  And nothing.ย  ย  It made her feel frustraed, angry.ย  Her sisters lied to her again, made her look stupid. Her face burned with anger.ย  Her eyes squeezing shut, she let out a frustrated sigh. ย  ย  Then she heard a shuffle. When she opened her eyes to be me with yours. Phionos yelped and backed away. ย  ย  You apologized, saying you actually were here to do a small reserch on the urban legend about mermaids. Yet you kept falling asleep.ย  This time you suceeded in ot falling asleep and seeing an actual mermaid.ย  ย  Phionos felt embaressed. She listened to your ramble patiently.ย  She swore she will answer all the questions you have, along with her sisters.ย  ย 
She could see your happiness, the way your eyes glimmered. Like the sea when the moon rised.ย 
She has seen the treasures that the sailors stored when she drowns their ships, ย  She saw the beautiful rocks and seashells Avarena kept,ย  She saw the beauty of the sea.ย  ย  But when Phionos saw you, she understood, none of it could compare to you.ย 
From that evening forward all four of you kept meeting, ย  The mermaids fell more in love each meeting.ย  That same love turned into obssesion very fast.ย  ย 
One evening, while you were waiting, they made up a plan. ย 
They will drag you into the depths, grant you the ability to breathe underwater and keep you.ย  ย  So they did just that.ย  ย  You tried to fight them with all your might, but they just dragged you deeper. ย  ย  Your lungs burned; vision blurry.ย  The last thing you remember from that night was Phionos lips, she had kissed you.ย  It was passionate and long, you gripped her head despertly.ย  When you parted Avarene kissed you, it was playful, sloppy. ย  ย  Sereshell kissed you lastly, it was quickย  and then you took a deep breath, your lungs filing with water.ย  It didnโ€™t hurt this time.ย  ย  ย  They gave you the ability to breathe underwater.ย  You were theirs now.ย 
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Saccharine and Monstrosity pt.1
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Pairing: Eldritch Horror!Kรถnig x mermaid!reader
Cw: kidnapping, manipulation, DARK FIC, trap, luring, mention of breeding kink, protective Kรถnig, mention of partial nudity, hunting, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 4K
I got inspired by @konigsblog โ€˜s post.
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You enjoyed the sun as much as any other betta fish mermaid, laying on the warm rocks and bathing under the bright, yellow sun. You lived in a school of fish that moved near the shores of a tropical island a few generations before, building houses under the coral reef and rocks where newly placed branches would grow and work as a natural shield. The world you lived in - the part of the ocean you called your home - was bright and colourful, the shallow waters clear and gleaming under the warming sun.
You liked all things bright and colourful, either big or small, you decorated your part of the cave with things you found while swimming around your territory. Be it a golden coin shining on the ocean floor, or a shard of coloured glass, you picked it all up and stuck it around your room. Sometimes, you found pretty things near the limits of your home, and other times, you ventured closer to the edge of the darkness when something shiny caught your attention.ย 
Over the ridge of sand that drew the start of the darkness, that deep and menacing slope down to the deepest part of your ocean, where darker, meaner and cruel beings born of cruelty and madness lived. It was somewhere all mers were warned of, to stay far away from the darkness and never stray from the light that fed and protected you. You thrived in the light, your body absorbing the warmth from the sun that made your scales vibrant and feeding from the fauna and flora that lived beside you: seaweeds and small fishes.ย 
Your kind grew up with stories of horrifying monsters and cruel creatures that lived in that abyss, lingering near the shallow to catch a pretty, little mer for their hoard. Whatever became of the taken was still unknown, once a mer was taken by One, no one would hear from them from then on. Your parents had warned you about straying too close from the shallow, daring fate when you swam over the ridge to collect those pretty gems you fancied so much.
โ€œDonโ€™t worry,โ€ youโ€™d grin at her, fins flickering behind you. โ€œIโ€™m a fast swimmer, mom!โ€
You were a fast swimmer, slipping between rocks and corals, hands cradling your little shells while you fled from the dark, twisting over the ridge and vanishing between the corals. Thatโ€™s what you did most days, picking up peopleโ€™s trash to make it your treasure, fingers cleaning the sand off the holes and crevasses before sticking them to your walls. You also tinkered with metal creations you found, a silver fork or a rusted-looking instrument.ย 
Granted, you joined in hunts, catching sardines and herrings, claws digging into its scaled bodies and teeth ripping into its flesh, the only other taste being sea salt, or bathed under the sun, but you preferred scavenging for loot. Although mers hunted alone, most found it easier to do it in groups, swarming shoals of fish and catching in a group of a dozen at a time for your little colony. So when you were fed and rested, you were back out, treading the line between the shallow and the abyss.
You swam slowly, head turning left and right for anything that would catch your attention, for that small glint hidden under a thin veil of sand or a long metallic object sticking out from the ground. You already had a few things in your arms, a few shells, human objects thrown overboard or floated into the sea, and small treasures: white pearls. You picked things up from both sides, mind in a comfortable and pleasant space, prideful of your catch so far that you were oblivious of the eyes following your colourful body.ย 
His pale eyes wandered over your puffy cheeks and sweet lips, those squinted eyes in mirth as you searched for more. He went down the curve of your shoulders and the swell of your breasts, perky nipples covered by pretty shells, over your soft stomach and that bright, colourful tail of yours that first caught his attention. Every scale glistened under the sun, reflecting the light on the sand while you swam, your fins curving with the twist of your tail.ย 
You were the prettiest thing heโ€™d ever seen, an angel collecting treasure, just like he did. He saw the batch in your arms, clutched between your breasts when you dove to pick something up on his side. You were as adorable and innocent as you were pretty, your action oblivious of his predatory eyes, dipping into his territory without fear of retribution on his part. He liked that bold and daring attitude of yours, fitting for someone so courageously bright and flashing your bold colours to him.ย 
If he were to drop something closer to him, would you still swim towards it or ignore it for something closer to the ridge? If he hid until you were close enough, would he be able to wrap his limb around you? To feel your soft skin and coarse scales under his slimy arm. He was glad he decided to hunt today, searching for both prey - mer or fish, he isnโ€™t picky about what he ate - and treasure. Hidden under a couple of tentacles, he dropped a golden coin a few feet away from him, his veil and the darkness helping him hide from your sight.ย 
His heart soared when he saw your eyes widen, a smile curling at the corners of your lips when you saw his little coin, diving towards him with enthusiasm. You were so close to him, hand stretching to grab the object with small, clawed fingers. When you held it in your hand, appraising it, he felt pride bubble in his chest, rising to his mind as he took this occasion to get his arm around you. You flinched when he wrapped the tip of his tentacle around your tail, squirming around in terror. In a panicked struggle to escape him, you dropped everything youโ€™d collected and fled from him with a cry.
He watched you swim away from him through saddened eyes, hearing the thudding from the things you dropped, even the coin he gifted you. His eyes never left your fleeing body until you jumped over the edge, your tail the last thing he saw in that moment of self-deprivation and sadness. He hoped youโ€™d come back, forgetting the fear of his sudden attention and daring fate once more.
He came the next day and the day after that, but you werenโ€™t there, your precious smile and happy eyes were a memory in his mind, a fleeting moment in his gloomy world. He came back every day, hiding in the darkness, on the line between pitch darkness and light shading. He wished you were there every day, his eyes bleeding with optimism and hope for a single smidgen of bright colours.ย 
He hadnโ€™t seen you in the following week. His shoulders slumped and caved into himself in sadness every time he came by, his blue eyes dulling bit by bit, that hopeful thinking drowning under realistic thinking and a pessimistic mind. Then he caught a glimpse of colour against the white sand. Before long, he saw arms filled with shiny items, trailing nearer to your side than his, but still chasing for treasures.ย 
If he wanted to approach you, to touch your soft-looking skin and run his arms over your scaled tail, heโ€™d have to find a way to lure you in. He watched you the first few days, his tentacles curling on itself and burying himself in the sand, the hundreds of suckers searching for buried treasures to leave for you. When you turned your back to him, his unwinding arm left the things he found near the ridge for you to find and take. Little gifts for you, courting gifts he left and gifted you in an attempt to woo you.ย 
You were skittish and fleeing but took all his gifts with shaky smiles and grateful eyes, you knew he gave them to you. Of course, you did, you were his brave and smart little mermaid, approaching his offerings with apprehension - he felt hurt you feared and got nervous around him, but he understood you, his kind ate yours - and scanned the sand around you for any danger before crossing the line. He felt giddy when you added them to your stack, his mind-blowing with dreams and thoughts of you decorating your little cave with the things he gave you. On the ceiling, against the wall and on the ground or surfaces, you would use the things he gave you for your home.ย 
It sent him up the walls of his caves with joy and excitement, his limbs curling to rearrange his home to prepare for you, to accommodate your arrival to his big, lonely home.
It took a week or two - or so he thought, his perception of time was and had always been warped in some way - before you became comfortable enough to approach him, to let him curl his slimy tentacle around your tail and up your body. He could finally feel you and it made him ecstatic - he was over the moon every time he got to touch you. Little pokes, fleeting squeezes and feathery bites from his suckers on your flesh, all things he let himself taste before your coupling. A coupling between the prettiest and the cruellest beings in the ocean would unwind the seams that made your worlds, pulling the string that separated the beauty and the beast in this cursed universe.
Granted, you hesitated to cross into the pitch darkness of the abyss, dancing just a few inches from his abode with an armful of trinkets from Kรถnig. Your slow and steady breath, words you blessed him with when you muttered to him, calling out to know if he was there and your grateful grin were a common, yet welcome sight in his daily swim. While a bit reluctant to join him on the other side, you eventually swam across, your eyes melting into the black before you. You were unseeing as much as you were blind, if not for the guiding palm of the Eldritch creature that you befriended and the shine of treasure you saw around him.ย 
You wished you could see anything but the gleam of treasure and the black mist of the abyss, your hand wandered over his, searching for his body, to feel the one whoโ€™s been gifting you treasures. Your fingers trailed upwards, feeling the tightness of his muscles, the curves and hardness of his arms were sinful. You truly wished you could see him at this moment, but you kept at your advance, clawed fingers moving slowly with unbridled curiosity. When you reached his broad shoulders and well-pronounced chest, it rumbled, a purr coming from Kรถnig. Its deep sound shook you with need, your tail enthusiastically moving back and forth as you listened to him.ย 
โ€œAre you happy, Schatz?โ€
His voice was even better than his soft purrs, in a way that made you want to melt into his arms and never bother moving if he kept talking to you, the sound of the creature that gave you gifts and affection. Kรถnigโ€™s spine-chilling voice seemed like a mix of many voices, both soft and raspy, and both deep and smooth, but it was something you enjoyed, that you found yourself liking a bit too much.ย 
โ€œYes,โ€ you breathed, eyes travelling skyward, towards the source of his voice.
Your breath caught in your throat, choking a gasp at the prettiest blues youโ€™d seen staring down at you. They were majestic, gem-like with a pretty sheen that made them glow like a beacon of light. You wondered why youโ€™d never seen them, seeing how bright his eyes were. They lit up his face, or the veil he wore over his face, showing the pale streak of makeshift tears down the incision he made for his eyes. You shamelessly admired him, unbothered by the lost puppy-like stare you gave him in your glowing beauty.ย 
Youโ€™d crossed a threshold, where a creature of light never dared to cross, stepping into the arms of an Old One and embracing their madness. Although you were oblivious to his intentions, the loud proclamation of his courting rituals and attempts of crying out his love - the Old Oneโ€™s rituals and cultures were much of a mystery to those who didnโ€™t study them, much of a taboo for anyone outside of delusion and greed - he hadnโ€™t refrained from his deliberate show that would be nearly shameful and embarrassing to others of his kind.ย 
Some wouldnโ€™t bother with such frivolous acts: confessions from the deepest part of their dark soul, proclamation of love and undying adoration, or having to scavenge for gifts - offerings - to the subject of their attention. His kind took and took, reaching for that small glimmer of hope and beauty and corrupted it, bending it to their liking and building something from the ashes. It wouldnโ€™t - would never - be the same as they were before, but that was how the Old Ones liked it: control, corruption, ruin, madness and power.
Kรถnig wouldnโ€™t do that, he wanted to cherish you, add to what you were and watch it bloom like those bioluminescent creatures in the abyss; even against his creatorโ€™s wishes. Heโ€™ll put you on the highest pedestal he has, eternally imprinting the image of you as his most precious treasure into his mind. Youโ€™ll be a thing of miracles, a thing of blessings, a thing of new beginnings. He wanted all and everything with you, but heโ€™d have to take it slow, to coax you into this redundant pattern that ensured your trust and comfort and have you follow him of your own volition.ย 
He doesnโ€™t mind waiting, heโ€™s had hundreds of years of sitting and waiting, patience was a virtue he grew to learn, to hold in his giant palm and clutch like a gift from the ever-growing, chaotic universe. He can wait and plan, so he will, Kรถnig will lay down his plan and wait until he can bring it to reality.
Wait he did, for you to grow comfortable enough to follow him deeper and let him pull you in from your side. It took you a month of back and forth, squirming around your infatuation with Kรถnig and exchanging trinkets, words and fleeting kisses with him. He adored your little giggles when he traced your sides with a bolt tentacle, curling under your plush tits and the tip sliding under your strap. He loved the pretty shells you gave him, cleaned from sand and any barnacles, it showed him how much time you spent on it for him. His heart bloomed and swelled to impossible heights when you pecked his lips, giving him shy and gentle kisses that he grew addicted to.ย 
You were so sweet and so soft, your lips the taste of heaven for a creature of madness. Your hands were gentle like a cool balm over a burn, soothing his wild thoughts. Your little gifts for him - reciprocating his affection - were currently the most important things in his cave, a sign of your love and devotion. It made him wonder what would you let him do once you gave yourself to him. Would you succumb to the everlasting pleasures he could give you, or would you demand to help him take care of his own in a mutual haze? He couldnโ€™t help himself, letting his chaotic mind conjure the most absurd and erotic dreams, his body vibrating with excitement; and now, at the peak of your trust in him, he watched his plan - a well-placed trap - come to fruition.ย 
โ€œCome, Schatz,โ€ he beckoned you forward, his burly arm stretching to coax you to follow him, holding out his open palm to you. โ€œI have something I want to show you. Pretty things.โ€
Without a thought, to question his intentions or to ask why he couldnโ€™t have bought them for you like he usually did, you took his hand and let his fingers curl over yours, intertwining your smaller digits to his as he pulled you to his chest. His embrace was as safe and pleasant as the last one - yesterday - and caused a flurry of emotions to erupt in your chest, he was warm in the cool darkness, loving in all the ways you could think. You could close your eyes and imagine a smile rippling across his face with joyfully squinted eyes peering down at you.ย 
Held against his chest, his other arm wrapped around your waist with a firm squeeze of his hand where your skin turned to scales. He whispered sweet promises, words of encouragement to see the way to his home and excited explanations of what awaited you. Pretty things, he said, you knew what he meant - at least you think you did - you shared much in common, and pretty things were something you both agreed on: shiny metals, interesting trinkets, shimmering shells or finely-minted coins. All things humans valued before throwing away; one manโ€™s trash is another manโ€™s treasure.ย 
How unfortunate that you couldnโ€™t see in the dark, yet how fortunate you wouldnโ€™t know the way back, it was something he relied on heavily to keep you, if you didnโ€™t know how to navigate in this utter blindness, there were no risks of you trying to escape his caring hand. You were smart, you wouldnโ€™t simply venture off without knowing where to go and how to see, especially with how vast his territory was and how dangerous it was. He shared his home with other simple-minded animals, sharks, fishes, eels and any other abyssal creature that lived and depended on the dark to live.ย 
Your innocent curiosity about the things he deemed pretty enough to hoard made his heartbeat, that addicting feeling he got from touching you, kissing you and speaking to you. Even if the deeper he went, the colder it became, you never once complained, your wide eyes and grinning face were the only thing you gave him. He was truly relieved to know that you were patient and understanding of his home, not one hiss or pout while you shook and clung to him, depending on him for warmth. He liked that, to see you rely on him so much.ย 
โ€œWeโ€™re here, mein Liebling,โ€ he hushed, cradling your face as he dove down, through the entrance of his cave. He shielded your fragile body with his many arms, protecting you from the rush of water current flowing against him. He chose this one to build his nest, using the strong current as a natural barrier against weaker creatures.ย 
When the waters calmed to a still, he loosened his hold on you, unravelling his arms to let you explore the many passages and alcoves in his home. To accommodate you, he strung up bioluminescent flora, using them as light to find your way around, with silken algae over a few rocks to mimic the beds mers slept in and a few other things that he thought youโ€™d need: a mirror, a few floating plants to add to its mystical beauty and clusters of soft materials in nearly every room.ย 
He let you wander, your tail flapping back and forth to lead you down the long hall and explore the many rooms. He used a room to sleep, one as a pantry and storage, and another one to hold his hoard, but he had a lot of empty and unused space, more than enough for you and your children to thrive. He wanted to let you roam at your own pace, but he had something to show you, something he was proud of making.ย 
He pulled you from your little cloud of joy, wrapping an arm around you, his sticky suckers latching onto you as he coaxed you his way. Only then had you taken the time to admire Kรถnig under blue light, cheeks warm with a burning flush and doe-like eyes staring at the naked expense of his hard abdomen, stomach sculpted to perfection that had Adonis shying away. His arms were big and round, muscles straining the scarred skin with delicious appeal.ย 
Downwards, following the sharp dip of his navel, were dozens of dark tentacles lined with round, pulsing suckers. Like an octopus, they were covered in a slimy sheen, every limb flexible and able to move independently. The lower ones were thick and soft, acting as a cover for whatever he hid beneath them, while some were thinner, whose source came from under his veil. Those, however, were a mix of normal and horrific tentacles, some had eyes replacing the usual suckers, tinted in the same colour as his irises, that glowing, pale blue.ย 
It made your body heat up, fingers tingling with nerves - or was it? When faced with something you found appealing, itโ€™d be natural to feel flustered, no? Kรถnig thought so, thatโ€™s how he spent the first days reacting to you, heating up to a bothersome flush to everything you did. He watched your awed stare, that daydreaming haze in your eyes when you looked him over, his whole body clear under the gentle light in his cave.ย 
โ€œThis way.โ€
Without making your gaze leave his figure, he drew you in, heading towards his biggest room where he caught and strung everything to fit his pleasure and mood. It was somewhere deeper into the system with walls strong and sturdy, and the round ceiling higher than the other rooms. On one side was a pile of golden objects of all shades, light yellow to a darkish gold, nearly bronze; on the other was a mix of pretty silver things and metallic black objects, rusted by age and the salty ocean; and on another, the smallest of them all, comprised of a few dozens of colourful shells and corals frozen in time that youโ€™d given him.ย 
He saw your chest expand, your smile growing brighter and brighter at the pile of gifts you gave him, your bubbly laugh as you swam towards it, twirling around it proudly. You looked around the room, admiring his large collection and how it seemed to spill down every pile in an attempt to reach the other one, forming a protective ring around your presents, but always coming back to the bright pink, blue and yellow shells. You were happy and appreciative of the time he spent working and arranging his hoard. If he could, heโ€™d preen and purr to you, to show just how much your proud smile meant to him, watching you appraise his work was satisfying.ย 
He already felt like things were falling into place perfectly, he could see the life he had envisioned with you coming to life, the little intricacies that popped into his mind seeming too appealing. His dreams were slowly becoming a reality, the things that he could only imagine were now tangible to his hands, and the future he salivated at was so, so close that he could sink his teeth into its flesh.ย 
He knew it. He knew it when he watched you swim to him with that big, adorable smile on your face, that it was in his hands. He could see it now, how his lonely cave would be filled with life and laughter, children with a mix of your beauty and his madness chasing one another between the many openings and your round, swollen stomach welcoming another of your children to the world. That was all he could think of while he cradled you in his arms, his tentacles latching to your tail and back.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re happy, ja?โ€
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Yandere CEO Hires You to be His Secretary
Pairing: Male!Yandere CEO x Fem!Reader
Tags: yandere behavior, kinda fluffy, manipulation, stalking, protectiveness, gift giving
A/N: I have a story with a yandere character in the works so I'm practicing writing them.
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Yandere!CEO keeps a close eye on you from the moment he sees you at the same coffee shop. It wasn't even his favorite but he went there every day because you did, he sat behind you and heard how terrible your boss was. When he found the name of the company he bought it right away and fired the then boss.
Yandere!CEO holds interviews just for appearances sake. He already knows he'll keep you around, and have you become his new secretary. That way he has an excuse to be closer to you more often and call you into his office. Your pay is quite generous so you have no reason to quit.
Yandere!CEO always insists on you having lunch with him. After all he knows your favorite order from your favorite restaurant. He remembers those for all his hardest working employees. He takes those lunches as opportunity to get to know you better, find out all your likes and dislikes.
Yandere!CEO buys you gifts and leaves them on your table. Doesn't overwhelm you with them or ever ask for anything in return but your continued hard work. Knows this will make you feel like you owe him your time because you can't afford the same value gifts that he buys you, so you take him to meals instead.
Yandere!CEO insists on driving you home from work more and more often. When you refuse he still follows you home to make sure you get home safely. You don't notice him following you, he has a different car for when he stalks you. Of course he doesn't see it that way, he thinks he's being protective and looking out for you.
Yandere!CEO gets offended when you ignore his calls and spend time with your friends outside of work. The next day there is an extra load of work on your desk. It's a form of punishment but also a reward because he knows you do actually want to spend time with him but you're too nice to say no to your friends.
Yandere!CEO goes drinking with you when you and everyone from work does. He calls it team building. He sits right next to you and makes sure no one makes any moves on you as the night goes on. Takes shots with everyone but he has a higher alcohol tolerance than most and doesn't get drunk by the end. Now he has to carry you home. This way you have to tell him your address, despite him already knowing it.
Yandere!CEO buys you fancier skirts to wear to business meeting with him. They're not too short or too long and tailor made just for you. Secretly he takes a picture of you when you try it on for the first time and makes it his lockscreen on his personal phone. He has a heart next to your contact info on that phone but a regular contact info on his business one.
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yandere-writer-momo ยท 2 months
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Not quite Yandere yet but here is a snippet of the Yandere single dad short story. And a kindergartener obsessed with you being his mom
Yandere Short Stories: Mommy (Prequel)
Eventual Yandere Single Father x Teacher Afab Reader
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A pale hand shakily held the drawing his son, Jesse, made in horror. Who on earth could the smiling woman beside little Jesse be? Had another snake tried ti sink their fangs into the Isbert family once more?
Liam Isbert was the heir to the Isbert family. A man of extreme power and wealth who many women (and men) tried to woo. Only one had successfully baby trapped him which resulted in Jesseโ€™s birth.
โ€œWho is this woman?โ€ Liam glared at the elderly nanny who frowned at Liamโ€™s anger. โ€œWhat kind of wench had been filling my childโ€™s head with lies? She is not his mommy.โ€
โ€œI assure you Miss (last name) is just his teacher. Your son is extremely attached to her.โ€ The nanny told Liam which only made him angrier.
Impossible. She had to be after their familyโ€™s money and thatโ€™s why she sunk her fangs into a child. How cowardly!
โ€œNotify the school that I wish to have a private meeting with his teacher.โ€ Liam told the nanny as he ran a hand through his dark, wavy locks. Liam was so frustrated with these gold diggers. They were all the sameโ€ฆ
He might have to homeschool Jesse nowโ€ฆ
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Liam sat in the back of his limousine as he watched Jesse excitedly run into the kindergarten. Liam has never seen his son so excited for anything in his life.
The brunette took a long drag from his cigar when he saw a beautiful young woman head towards Jesse. A smile as warm as a ray of sunshine on her face when she saw Liamโ€™s son.
The little boy hurdled his small body into his pretty teacher. Jesseโ€™s arms wrapped around her legs, while his blue eyes stared up at her with so much love it made Liam want to puke. How on earth did this woman charm his antisocial son?
Liam reeled down the window and was about to scream at her when he heard her laugh.
โ€œGoodness, Jesse. Itโ€™s only been a day. Are you that excited to learn?โ€ (Your name) smiled down at the dark haired boy who nodded his head.
โ€œI just wanted to be with mom-โ€œ
โ€œJesse, itโ€™s Miss (last name).โ€ (Your name) ruffled Jesseโ€™s dark brown hair which made the little boy pout. โ€œIโ€™m your teacher.โ€
โ€œWhy canโ€™t you be my mommy? Youโ€™re so nice to meโ€ฆโ€
(Your name) laughed as she bent down to pick Jesse up. โ€œBecause I would have to date your dad and I donโ€™t really have any interest in men.โ€
Jesse thought for a minute and then he scrunched his face. โ€œDaddy is kind of mean and heโ€™s smelly.โ€
โ€œYouโ€™re not supposed to say your daddy is mean or smelly!โ€ (Your name) loudly giggled as she carried Jesse into her class.
Liam sat frozen in his limousine in shock. She didnโ€™t want to date him? Andโ€ฆ what did Jesse mean by him being mean and smelly?
โ€œSir, your meeting with the teacher will be at three in the afternoon. Do you want me to take you to the office.โ€
Liam shook his head and reeled up the limoโ€™s window. โ€œYes. That would be nice, Allen.โ€
For the first time in many years, Liam felt his heart flutter.
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โ€œYou must be Jesseโ€™s dad. Itโ€™s nice to finally meet you.โ€ (Your name) warmly smiled at Liam who remained silent. Liam couldnโ€™t hear a word she said due to how loud his heart beat in his ear drums. His beating muscle would bring a snare drum to shame.
โ€œMister Isbert?โ€ Liam was brought back down to reality when his teacher addressed him. His green eyes focused on her concerned expression. โ€œAbout your reason no for a meetingโ€ฆ Jesse seems to be quite attached to me due to his lack of a mother. I try to correct him but he seems adamant about it. I am so sorry to inconvenience you-โ€œ
โ€œWhat is your motive?โ€ Liam narrowed his eyes at the young woman who seemed shocked. Motive? Whatever did he mean?
โ€œWhat do you mean-โ€œ
โ€œHow much money do you want? Iโ€™m willing to pay you if you leave my son alone-โ€œ Liam was shocked when (your name) slammed her hands on her desk when she stood up.
โ€œHow dare youโ€ฆ Iโ€™m sorry that other people have wanted such things from you but I do not. I care about Jesse. He desperately wants a parent that loves him and heโ€™s not getting that from anyone in his house.โ€ (Your name) scoffed at Liamโ€™s shell shocked expression. The young woman shook her head. โ€œThis is extremely unprofessional of me, but you never spend any time with your son so Iโ€™m not surprised you donโ€™t notice his concerning behavior of wanting to be loved.โ€
Liam gasped when she slapped a file in front of him that was full of letters from Jesse. Dozens of notes asking her to adopt him. Why did his son want this woman so badly?
โ€œBe a better parent before you point fingers. Now get out of my classroom.โ€
Liam felt his cheeks heat up and his heart pound in his chest. She didnโ€™t want his moneyโ€ฆ she just wanted Jesse to be cared forโ€ฆ
Liam was shocked to see Jesse outside the door. Jesseโ€™s little hands clutched his lunch pail so tightly, his knuckles were white.
โ€œJesse-โ€œ Jesse shoved past Liam to stand beside his teacher.
โ€œMommy, I want to eat lunch together! Can you cut the crust off my sandwich? I donโ€™t like the crust.โ€
(Your name) smiled down at Jesse and took the lunchbox from him.
โ€œItโ€™s Miss (last name), Jesseโ€ฆ but of course I can take off the crust.โ€
And thatโ€™s when Liam noticed the pink blush on Jesseโ€™s cheeks. Jesse loved his teacherโ€ฆ and who was he to separate them?
Liam shoved his hands in his suit jacket pockets and left the school in a hurry. His fingers itched for a cigar to try to calm down the rush of emotions he felt.
Perhaps heโ€™d apologize to Miss (last name)? He wondered if she liked roses?
Liam blushed at the thought of her accepting roses from him. Sheโ€™d be so pretty in redโ€ฆ
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shooting-love-arrows ยท 5 months
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๐˜๐€๐๐ƒ๐„๐‘๐„! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ˆ๐‚๐‡ ๐Œ๐€๐
SYNOPSIS: ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง basks in the fact that you're ofically his. PAIRING: ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง x Reader (gender isn't impiled/mentioned/specified) Tw. buying reader, kidnapping, general lack of consent, possessive/obsessive behavior, power imbalance, blackmailing, threatening; A/N: Quick reminder. I do not support this kind of behaviour. This is just a piece of fiction and serves as enetrtaimnet purposes only.
๐ฆ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ๐ฅ๐ข๐ฌ๐ญ
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๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง who had bought you.
Earlier that week, unknowingly to you, he visited a small apartment you and your family were occupying. ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง was aware where and how you were living but it still mortified him how you โ€“ his precious darling โ€“ could be living like that.ย 
โ€œYou deserve betterโ€ฆmoreโ€ฆโ€ he repeated in his head every time he thought about you. Which was always. So it didn't come as a surprise to anyone he had decided to do something about it sooner than later.
Yes, ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง greatly appreciated being so warmly welcomed by (his soon to be in-laws) your family. He even witnessed himself from where you got some of your traits from but business needed to be made.
๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง was straight forward from the start.
The deal was simple: he will pay your family a handsome sum of money monthly and you'll belong to him wholly. They'll completely disappear from your life, becoming nothing but a shadow of your past. In his head he knows you wonโ€™t need them anymore.
If not, their financial situation which was already bad will be even worse. ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง is a man of power and has a lot of money. Your parents, knowing this, quickly understood that it's either willingly giving you away and getting the money or he will forcefully do so with them landing on a street, probably dead.
From the beginning, they had no choice.
"And here you are, my precious." ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง whispered lovingly into your ear before gently laying you on the king size bed. You were put in a deep sleep by an alcohol you drank during his luxurious party (he threw to celebrate sealing the deal but shhh...) and strong sleeping pills he had added to one of your drinks. He made a mental note to pay the doctor he got them from an extra since you didn't even twitch the whole way you were carried here.
"I hope the bedroom will be to your liking." Your (captor) future husband carefully took off your shoes and laid them by your new bed. ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง wanted you to be as comfortable as one person can be. Then he took the neatly folded blanket made from the highest quality silk and processed to snuggly tuck you in. When he finished, you looked like the bed could swallow you at any given moment.
๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง couldnโ€™t help himself and brought his hand to your head, caressing it while staring at your face in adoration. "If not I'll change it however you like it."
Secretly, he hoped you'll be sharing a bedroom (especially bed) soon.
๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง sat down by your side, the softest mattress he could find easily dipping under him. He didnโ€™t care that he was wrinkling his expensive party wear consisting of a black tuxedo imported straight from Italy that accentuated his lean body in every positive way. He was looking his absolutely best. For you.
"Oh how I love you, my precious." ๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง purred and his fingers ghosted over your cheek. He leaned down close enough to your face that your soft breaths were fanning him. Some of his slicked back hair fell down tickling your forehead. His mesmerizing eyes were gleaming with the passionate and deep rooted love he had for you. "You belong to me."
๐˜๐š๐ง๐๐ž๐ซ๐ž! ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ—๐Ÿ๐ŸŽ'๐ฌ! ๐‘๐ข๐œ๐ก ๐Œ๐š๐ง sealed your fate with a peck on your lips.
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