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KNY x OC | Muzan x Lauster (Kumiko)

I finally translated these work of mine, phew.

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞

Toji Fushiguro x cow girl! reader

Content Warning: dub-con, toji often scolds you for being dumb, reader is innocent and dumb, cow hybrid, dumbification, lactation kink, degradation, public humiliation, master/pet relationship, pet play, fell in love, bondage, rough sex, creampie, mating press, non-consensual spanking, (slight) non-consensual milking, jealousy, possessive behavior, mentioned selling you to the farm, mentioned the possibility of non-con (consequences of selling to the farm)

Note: finished! I've been writing for at least a month? at first toji and cow girl were just some stupid and horny thoughts of mine. i didn't expect it to end up being fic. thank you very much to the friends who voted for this fic <3

Summary: after saving you from the farmer, Toji decides to keep you as his personal milk machine.

Minors DNI

All animals that do not belong to humans may become stray animals, not only cats and dogs. During midday news on a TV station, he heard about stray cows. The news anchor reported that some volunteers had brought the cows back to the conservation organization for adoption. They winked innocently and were bottle-fed by volunteers in their arms. But Sorcerer Killer had no interest in helping stray animals, and the stray cow sounded stupid, so he turned off the TV. At that time, Toji was about to set off to complete a commission, and the client wanted him to kill a sorcerer who was in the way and transfer a large sum of money in advance.

The only difficulty in this mission is that the target lives in the countryside. There is no other route. Even though Toji offered a reward, they were unwilling to kill someone who lived in such a remote place. Toji could only take a few hours' train ride to that little village and then blast the target's head off in seconds. He cursed at the customer and the village, planning to buy something before going back to the city. As he passed the paddy fields, he heard some faint cries.

"Moo-moo...!"

This sound is so unusual. Toji turned his head, and sure enough, a bearded middle-aged farmer tied you with twine- your head had a pair of tiny horns and cow ears. Perhaps knowing the fate of being sold, you whimper and struggle, waving the tail off your ass, trying to attack the person who will sell you. Is it a stray cow? The farmer grumbles - oh, he's saying: since you've eaten his fruit, you should be obedient. It seems you have been deceived by humans, thinking that they didn't need anything in return.

Stupid cow girl. He thinks. Looks like you're going to be sold to the farm to be milked and maybe locked up into a pillory and fucked or something.

Speaking of milk.

"Hey." A malicious smile spread across his face. Toji turned sideways and consulted with the farmer. "That one is quite lively. What's the price?"

"Are you a visitor here? When you want to keep a pet cow, there are many things to be careful about." The farmer slapped you roughly on the ass, and then pulled your tail to prevent any kind of run away. In pain, you mooed in a low mood, staring at the bad guys negotiating prices as if there was a lake hidden in your eyes. "But I haven't taught this cow yet. If you need it, we have a lot of obedient cows on our farm..."

"I want this one," Toji pointed at you, "how much?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, the farmer seemed to sincerely quote a price - a large amount, which was not the accepted market price of the cow girl in the pet store. "If you want something cheaper, I'll give you another discount."

"Good." The killer took out a black pistol from the void and loaded it. "Give her to me."

-

The accidental killing didn't ruin his day. After blowing the man a few nice holes, Toji gave you a cold look. You screamed at the sudden blood and gunshots, but you knew there was a good guy in front of you, and you had to repay him. So, after you feel your breathing calm down, you run to him, gently rub against him with the ear above your head, hug his trousers, and try your best to express your gratitude.

"Can't you speak human words?" Toji lowered his head and pulled your horns. You moo in pain, he scoffed. "Stop the fucking mooing. It's fucking stupid. A stupid cow girl."

Your eyes glow with confusion.

"I'm worse than him," the assassin threatened, expecting to see your fear in return. "I'm taking you home now as my personal milk machine. If you dare to escape, I'll sell you to the farm to have babies and milk you, okay?"

You only vaguely understood "home," so a smile spread across your face. You pounce on the master. "Moo!"

"What a stupid cow," he muttered, patting you.

-

Toji buys a return ticket for the train, but he doesn't need to buy another one for you, just a tiny surcharge for bringing a pet - a naive little thing like you, with no status in society.

He holds your hand, and you look around; technology is strange. The train attendant whispered about your cuteness, stroked your head, and gave you dessert. Usually, stray cows are found naked, but you wear a skirt that is not the correct size. He doesn't know if it was given to you by someone or you found it in the garbage, but this one just barely covers your butt. Once you stand on tiptoe, everyone can see your view. But the hostility of the attendant disappeared under the explanation, "this is a newly picked cow." While getting out of the car, one of them reminds him that he has to go and buy new clothes, food, and a bell.

However, the owner is not so kind to you. Once out of the car, Toji scolds you and warns you not to smile at strangers or accept food from them, and you nod a little aggrieved.

Toji doesn't really want to go to the pet hospital, but considering the trouble it will cause later, he still takes you there. In addition, he had heard about some underground hospitals from some customers before, and the prices were much cheaper. When you get to the hospital, you think you're going to be sold, and seriously, you're a little idiot. You whimpered and grabbed his hand, not wanting to leave him. Then in front of everyone's face, you were forcibly stripped naked. The nurse washed you clean and praised you for being a good girl. You were tame during the examination, and the process went smoothly until the doctor pulled out a needle. It was sharp and dangerous to you, and you mooed and cried. Toji puts you on his lap and spanks you before grabbing your tail to finish the injection. Unexpectedly, your health is largely normal, with just a few weeks of recuperation, some vitamins, and medication. It's a miracle considering you've been wandering and hiding all these years. Before leaving, the doctor gave him a meaningful smile and told him that he would only need seven days of care to start milking and two weeks to breed. Of course, most cow girls are spoiled by their masters.

He bought a cowbell that can track your location on the way back. It wobbles with your footsteps, jingles around your neck, reminds those around you that you already have an owner, and sends your location to his phone every minute. It should be humiliating, but you love it, super love it. You think the bell sounds nice and looks shiny, and more importantly, it means you're Toji's cow.

-

Toji raises you with conditions, but you don't understand. A naive calf like you is destined to be ravaged. There are so few words you can learn, though, that you remember his name after hearing it once. The most common thing that comes out of your mouth is "Toji," with matching words to express some simple sentences, such as "Hungry," "Like," and "No."

Toji keeps some cushions in the apartment as a place for you to sleep. At first, you jump onto the bed with him and squeeze into his chest, desperate to be with him. A cow doesn't sleep in a bed; you're just a milk machine. How could he possibly spoil you? Toji puts you back on the cushion and locks the door every time. Even though you whimpered and picked the lock, he wouldn't open the door. After a few days, you understand that this is the master's rule - you sleep peacefully on the soft cushion and grab the cushion for warmth.

You did add a different color to his life. Every morning, you wake up smelling the smell of food. You're usually on the ground, humming and eating a bowl of fruit and veggies, pouting your butt to reveal your cotton panties, and wiggling your cute cow's tail. You also love watching TV. You're scared by the light and sound machine and hide behind him at first, but you'll be watching episodes and animations in front of the screen now. However, cow girls in those shows are constantly bullied by strong and mean guys. Whenever these episodes are played, you always hold his arms tightly like Toji is better than them. When he's not at home, you'll also do some of the easiest jobs, help clean windows and floors, and be a housekeeping calf. You tend to be too hardworking but don't know how to solve complex problems.

In the shower, Toji checks your breasts. You didn't have any milk in your breasts because of a previous life. In the next few days, your breasts gradually became rounder and enlarged a few sizes, so you can imagine the rich stock inside. By the seventh day, your areola is swollen and painful, and you don't need any squeeze, and the white milk has come out of the tip. You whimpered and said "pain" and "milk," asking him for help, wanting to be released.

Obviously, you have become a healthy and lovely cow.

You thought Toji - your master, would help you; however, the first thing he did was tie your hands behind your back and forbid you to have any possibility of touching yourself. Toji tells you it's a necessary preparation, but you don't understand it at all, so you just moo, whine, and endure under his touch.

On the ninth day, the enormous amount of milk stored causes dull pain in your back. What you don't understand is why your lower body is sometimes wet. You check in front of the mirror and see that it's covered in sparkling liquid, and the swollen petals open slightly. Your thighs rub against each other, trying to ease the feeling, but the torment only intensifies when you miss your master.

What Toji sees is just such a lovely scene - you're sitting on the couch sobbing silently, a pair of cow ears shaking, your hands firmly tied behind your back, accentuating the shape of your boobs, and your occasional spill of milk is wetting cloth.

"What's wrong, little idiot?" Toji asked knowingly. Maybe the preparation for milking was enough, but he still wanted to bully you a little more. Your fat tears flow, sniffles, and it's a complete mess. "Pain...it hurts...Toji..."

"Then what do you want me to do? In your words." He guided.

"...I-I don't know..."

"Don't fucking pretend. Tell me what you did to yourself," Toji snapped, feeling the pain in his crotch. You shrunk timidly. "...Sorry! I-I never, Master...I don't know..."

Never been like this? So this is your first milking? You're too fucking sweet to the world and to him.

"You don't know? You're so fucking stupid. I'll teach you now."

Where else could he find such a precious treasure as you? He frees you from your bondage. Before stretching your sore joints, he rips the cloth off your chest. You let out an exclamation, still waiting for the Master's teaching. Under his rubbing, the cream flows from the tip of your chest, bringing some mild electric shocks, and the familiar heat flows back to the lower body.

"This is your milk." His thick fingers dipped in some milk, then shoved them into your stupid mouth, grabbing the soft, wriggling tongue, and the sweet taste spread in your mouth. "Delicious, huh? But only stupid girls keep swollen with milk. From now on, you have to provide milk to the master every day, you know?"

Two days of waiting pushed you to the limit, your mind seemed to melt, and you could only let out some faint moans. In the fog of consciousness, you still miss the master, but he is not satisfied with it. "Answer me." Toji patted your tit casually as a reminder. "...Um...Ah!!...Tojiiiii...!" Unexpectedly, you screamed, arching your back, shaking all over, your toes stretched out, and some milk sprayed onto his chest.

"...You orgasm? cum just by being milked? You're such a mess." Toji snorted. He originally planned to allow you to orgasm while he was fucking you. As punishment, he doesn't wait for you to take a break from your first orgasm; then, he sucks carefully and rubs the other breast roughly. Sweet. It was sweet milk that poured into the mouth, and it was pretty smooth. Toji has never tasted better milk than this, and he knows it's your undiscovered, natural milk. The realization just made him harder - the bulge of his crotch rubbed against your soaked panties.

Still, he doesn't stop there. Your unsolicited orgasm doesn't stop him from fucking you. Toji ripped open your panties. You are again startled by the master's power among the messy whimpers and moans. He pushed aside the soggy fold, found the little clit waiting to be ravaged, and circled it with his thumb.

Like being hit by a sudden spring of lightning, the pleasure spreads from the position of the clitoris. You have never experienced such a feeling. All you can do is scream his name - your master, your beloved master. It's harder for him to hear your clingy mouth repeating his name. He moves his tongue from your milk and flicks the nipple with his finger, another little squirt and screaming - but you haven't orgasmed this time.

His round and thick cock dipped a little liquid and slowly sank into your shrinking wall. A little pain stretched out from the unexplored place, but the overwhelming flood of bliss overshadowed it. This is the master's dick. The one from the master is twitching in your stomach. Is this possible? Comfortable - so comfortable. Master...Toji...you wrap your arms around Toji's neck as his heavy balls slap your ass and your aching ass buried in the sofa. The couch rattles with each rough push, forcing you to moan invitingly petting.

Toji was only going to take care of the need during the milking session, but he enjoyed it so much - the tight little pussy squeezed his cock perfectly as he rammed and ravaged your sensitive flower core. He's now wondering why he didn't fuck you earlier and force you to offer him milk and take away your innocence forever. Really, it would be a waste if you belonged to the farm. Luckily you are his own pet cow. When you're going to be fucked, when you're going to be milked, it's all up to him.

Your eyes are out of focus, and your body is shaking and shaking with the beat of being fucked, muttering his name and words that you don't understand. It seems that you have reached the limit. And his wide cock sinks down to your cervix, stretches your thighs, and keeps pounding relentlessly loud slaps.

"Take it, my stupid girl. I'm going to fill your pussy with cum."

The seeds erupt on your cervix. The warm sensations that take over your core, the realization that your master fills up with cum, makes you spasm around his cock. His balls squeeze against your inside, making sure the twitching wall absorbs every seed drop.

"Toji..." You looked at him innocently, with exhaustion and aftertaste after orgasm.

He stared at your slightly open, lovable lips... and kissed.

-

Life is sweet and comfortable, and with Toji protecting you, you don't have to worry about anything.

Soon after, what Toji ordered arrived. That's a machine specially designed for cowgirls. He locks you in the machine every morning, watching your tits squeezed and the sweet milk pumped out of the transparent pump. That's an evil machine, really. In the process, the device first finds the position of the nipple and then attacks, sucks, and massages your sensitive breasts. Toji takes off your panties and fucks your pussy with fingers while you sob and moo during this process. Depending on his mood, he might fuck you after this or just leave you behind, and he does something else.

Master isn't just bullying you. He actually takes good care of you. Toji makes sure you're always full and sometimes rewards you with a delicious piece of strawberry cake, and you gleefully lick the strawberry juice and cream from his hands. You haven't tried starvation since you came here. Once, Toji took you around a big and beautiful place; you bit his sleeve and wanted a toy, so he bought you a little plush cow. Today, she is your little friend, sleeping and eating with you.

Toji even takes you out. On weekends, Toji puts on collars, bells, and suspenders skirt on you, and you know it's a sign you can play. Before going out, you often jumps upon his chest in excitement to demand the petting. He touches your head and horns.

However, your play is limited to rolling, running, and swinging on the grass. Toji tells you that making friends is terrible because they will put bad ideas into your little head. He takes you away whenever you look envious at the little pets rolling around in the park.

In a peaceful life, there are occasionally some tiny waves. Looking back now, you still hate the guy called "Neighbor." On this day, you follow the master's instructions and go to the kitchen to clean. The doorbell rang as you wiped the walls. Must be the master! All thoughts light up like holiday lights. You happily run to open the door, but it's an unfamiliar face. A man with a kind look.

"…Hello, miss, are you the only one at home? Is Mr. Fushiguro there?" This is a stranger. What should you do? Toji told you what to do, but- but… you don't remember…Your head down, confused. "...means…Toji?"

"That's right. Is he at home?" He smiled and said again after a while. "Um… cow girl, you look cute."

He reached out his hand and gently stroked your cheek. You blink and stare at him, looking a little dull. You have no experience with people, so you don't know how to respond.

"What the fuck are you doing to my pet?"

Familiar and sinister voice, with devastating rage. Master! The neighbor fled after stammering an apology. Your eyes lit up, and you threw yourself into his arms as always, but Toji grabbed you by the horns roughly, like the first day he met you.

-

Pleading is the only thing you can do. A century had passed, but the master's slapping still didn't stop. Toji spreads your legs to maintain your shameful position of exposing your little pussy. You know decent cow girls can dress now, and they only get spanked when they make a mistake - even though you don't understand the complex concept, the humiliation does burn in your heart.

"…Ma-master…I'm sorry! Forgive me…Moo…!!…It hurts…"

The skirt and panties have been brought down to your knees to ensure there are no coverings to mitigate the penalty. Stern slaps are waving, and a blistering and painful sensation is burning your cheeks. "Fucking little slut." He stopped, fingering your pussy. "How did I tell you? Don't talk to strangers. Where did you put my words? Do you want to be fucked by a man you don't know? Is that so?"

You sniffed and shook your head. Fear freezes inside you as soon as you think of someone other than Toji doing that to you.

"Do what you want. I don't care. Get out of here."

You grabbed his trousers and begged for forgiveness, with little promises of loyalty in your mouth. Despite this, the master ignored it and gave you a stern look before slamming the room's door.

-

You squatted in front of the master's room and sobbed, burying your face in your knees, still aching in your ass covered by the pretty little skirt. You do not care. Your mind is full of how to get Toji's forgiveness. As soon as you think that he may never forgive you or throw you out of the house, there is a strange feeling in your heart.

Is it pain? You stroked your chest, nothing happened here, but you felt the pain, like a tangled stuffed toy, like you accidentally touched the hot water in the kitchen. More than pain, more than that…

The TV in the living room has not been turned off. Toji sets program reminders for you to automatically switch channels as soon as your favorite show's broadcast time arrives. You don't want to watch it right now…but one of the character's lines catches your attention-

"…Why-why…you always bully me…."

You stared at the TV with tears in your eyes. It was a crying cow girl next to her bully. You hate that guy; that's the bad guy! For some reason, the guy didn't lift her skirt as usual to show others.

"…Okay, don't cry…." The man said uncomfortably. "…Because, because I like you…you're so cute…I can't help but want to bully you…."

...Like.

You covered your restless chest, is this feeling called "like"? Right. You like the master. Your master. Toji.

-

The knocking stopped gradually. You little idiot, you don't even know why he's jealous. His favoring and punishing you mean nothing at all.

Toji opens the door, intending to prepare dinner for you and re-discipline you, but when he searches the whole house and can't find you, he gritted his teeth - where did you go? You are an obedient calf who never tries to go out on your own. Damn, he shouldn't be mad at you. You probably thought you were going to be thrown away.

He took out his mobile phone from cursed spirit's mouth to check the location information, but you didn't wear a bell this time. Where did you go? Park. Playground. Supermarket. There is no trace of you in these places. He's starting to feel like you've been kidnapped. Little things like you. The result of being caught is being milked by that kind of perverted farm.

These all explain why when Toji finally finds you in the back garden of his house, he wants to put you on his lap again. And you, not knowing how much trouble you have caused your master, just stuffed him with the hidden strawberry, which is your treasure. He knew what happened to the mysteriously disappearing fruits at home now.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" He doesn't mind showing all the neighbors seeing you get spanked now.

"…This is a gift…." You didn't dare to look at him. "…Don't be mad…and…I like you…I like-like the master…."

"…I like Toji…."

Toji was silent for a while, then took your bag of strawberries, which were a little rotten. What's the use of hiding? You really are a fool. He raises you with the other hand, you sit on his arm, and you just wink innocently.

"Okay, but these are no longer edible. Shall we prepare your dinner now, pretty girl?"

-

A few nights later, you rubbed your eyes and prepared to sleep obediently, but the master stopped you.

"Hey, princess, didn't you say you want to sleep in the bed? Come up."

With starlight in your eyes, you jumped onto the bed excitedly. Soft. It's softer than you've ever experienced and has the faint scent of your master. You snuggle tightly to Toji's chest, talking to him about your chores, and he compliments you on how good a girl you are. You giggled, feeling like you've had a good dream.

Sometimes, Toji recalls the day he met you. He lied to you then, and he lied to himself. He didn't want a milk machine. He thinks you look cute and doesn't want you to be caught by that scumbag. Sometimes, he wonders what his life would be like if he never took that commission and never found out about your existence, and then he will find out how much you have changed his life. He couldn't say those words when he faced you, and then he called you stupid. Although he doesn't want to admit it, you are his favorite cow girl.

….mating press w a werewolf while he mumbles “get pregnant” over and over🥲🥲🥲🥲

anon you can't say these things to meeeeeeeeee



fucking- alright. Imagine being a cute little human with no fucking clue about the volatile breeding kink your werewolf boyfriend has. anything domestic you do has him hard as a rock. you're just trying to do dishes and all he can think about is making you his cute little house spouse, full of his puppies.

He's obsessed with wolf-courting rituals. his home is always cozy but maybe just a bit too big for two people, hint hint. he spoils you with expensive gifts and tons and tons of food. As much as he loves seeing you do domestic things he also loves showing off how good he can be around the house. He would be such a good husband! He would be such a good father! So hurry up and ditch the birth control already-

God help you if you mention anything about wanting to get married or have kids he will take that as an open invitation to knock you up. he can smell when you're ovulating and he basically doesn't let you leave the bed, he's so busy pounding you full of his cum. he calls you his "bitch in heat" while he does it too.

Really though I like to imagine his breeding kink really only comes out in the middle of sex. you think you're just having a romantic night but then he's got your ankles over his shoulders and he's moaning about how he's going to knock you up.

" 'm gonna cum in this sweet pussy and make you a mommy. you'll take it, right? Be a good bitch and take it all for me-"

and of course, as he fucks himself deeper into you he can't help but moan "get pregnant" over and over again. you can't really tell if he's talking to himself or commanding you to get pregnant already, and with the way he's bullying his thick cock into you, you don't have the mental energy to do anything but moan- let alone ask for clarification.

He knots you. Of course. As if it's even a question. He loves watching your stomach bloat with his cum and there's just so much of it, some of it can't help but slip out around the base of his knot. all the more reason to fuck it back into you.

If for whatever reason he couldn't knot you, he'd make you wear a plug, to keep his seed inside of you when you go to work or are out of the house. he likes that it makes you smell like him. he likes knowing that you're full of him even when you two are apart.

𓊆ྀིhow rafe walks into the house after work, all annoyed because you’ve been teasing him over text like an absolute brat…𓊇ྀི

content / warnings -> 18+, MDNI. ♥︎ gif credit f!reader, dom & mean!rafe, manhandling, impact play, degradation, a hint of dumbification, short ‘n naughty.

"thought that shit was cute, huh?” rafe barks as soon as he steps into your shared bedroom. his large hands wrap around your ankles, yanking you to the edge of the bed and forcing a squeal out of you. your babydoll dress rides up in the process, exposing your plush thighs and your pretty cunt.

only for him to give your puffy folds a firm spank, the tips of his fingers nudging up on your clit. you kick your legs due to the sting, mewling in a sick mixture of shock and pleasure. and for the record, rafe isn’t surprised you aren’t wearing panties… why would he be when you sent him those slutty pictures? showing off just how much fun you have all by yourself when he’s not home. playing dress up with the expensive lingerie he buys you and playing with things that are his without his permission. he wish he knew— or could even fathom— what’s gotten into you today.

“rafey, i’m sorry!” your sniffling & babbling is cut short.

“nah. save it,” he’s flipping you around with a mean grip on your waist, speaking over your pouty lips. your eyebrows furrow at his words and in return a grin takes over his features, as if he’s been waiting for this, “today is the day you’re gonna learn what happens to dumb, little girls who don’t fuckin’ listen, sweetheart.”

⎯ yandere sugar daddy könig.

pairing : könig x fem!reader.

tags : fluff, yandere behavior, yandere headcanons, könig x reader, sugar daddy, sugar baby, sugar daddy könig, yandere könig.

prompt : you're a broke college student, you sign up for a sugar daddy website, hoping for a quick coin. however, what you find is an obsessive older man who's willing to provide you with everything you could possibly need.

warnings : daddy kink, yandere behaviors, smut [at the end], size kink, praise kink, breeding kink.

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⎯⎯ college wasn't exactly the best time in your life, you didn't have your parents support, you were working a dead end job with barely enough money to feed yourself. it wasn't until your friend recommended this sugar daddy website did things look up.

⎯⎯ you were contacted by an austrian man who called himself könig. he explained he was a colonel in the military, but he couldn't tell you much else. you would see him when he was home from his deployments. he explained all this over texting, along with his social anxiety problems. you sympathized with him. you had only seen one photo of his face, yet he seemed handsome. he had long hair and a scarred face.

⎯⎯ finally, you agreed to meet könig in person over dinner at a fancy restaurant. you could tell he was anxious to just be around you, considering how he fidgeted throughout almost the whole meal as you two went over the agreement of your arrangement. you were shocked by his height as well, he was 208 cm/6'10, which really stuck out. you decided to not mention it to him.

⎯⎯ he convinced you to only see him, saying he'd pay you enough so you only needed to see him, which slightly relived you. you were to always answer his texts and calls as soon as possible, he'd give you an allowance and similar rules were all agreed upon.

⎯⎯ whenever könig was home, you spent a lot of time with him. he seemed to love having you around, always taking you out shopping, out for meals, having you at his home. you had him wrapped around your finger.

you had just returned from a shopping trip with könig, he set down all the bags of clothes and jewelry he had bought you on the counter. you spent a lot of time at his house, which was stunningly large, despite him living alone.

with a smile on your face, you lead him over to the couch, playfully making him sit down. you straddled him, covering his face with kisses, "thank you, daddy." you cooed sweetly to him. you finally kissed his lips, which he hungrily returned.

"anything for you, liebling.." he whispered, wrapping his arms around you, bringing your body closer to him. you gave his jawline a final kiss before wrapping your arms around his neck and cuddling into him.

könig rested his chin ontop of your head, rubbing circles on your back. he tightened his grip on you. you spent a lot of time in the prison of his arms, könig seemed to love holding you, having your body close to his.

⎯⎯ when könig was off on deployment, he would call and text you as much as he could. every free moment he had was spent focused on you. he got angry with you if you didn't answer in a few minutes or less, accusing you of seeing someone else. to which, you'd have to spend hours on a phone call soothing him and his worries.

when you finally picked up your phone, you were met with an irritated sounding könig, "where the fuck have you been?" he hissed.

you took a deep breath, not wanting to react rudely to him. "i was in class, i'm sorry, i just got back to my dorm." your tone was honeyed for him.

his tone didn't soften at all as he replied almost childishly. "it shouldn't have taken you so long, were you with someone?" you understood what he meant. he always assumed you were breaking the rules of your agreement or 'cheating' on him.

you kept your sweet tone, "of course not, daddy.." you pouted. "i've missed you too much, i don't want anyone else. i just want you." you knew exactly what to say. he had done this multiple times.

könig finally softened. "i see.. i've missed you too.. i want to feel you again, i want to kiss you again.." you could feel a hint of sadness in his tone.

"mm, i miss you more! you'll be back next week, right?" you cooed.

könig responded, sounding much happier than before. "ja, will you send me more photos of you, baby? i miss your face.."

you giggled, "of course, daddy." he seemed pleased with that. you spent the next hour and a half on the phone with him, listening to him talk about his day, and telling him about yours.

⎯⎯ the more time you two were together, the more attached könig became. he needed more of you, he wanted all of you. könig would constantly encourage you to blow others off to spend time with him. a few months into your relationship, you had lost ties with most of your outer circle of friends, barely having any time to spare.

⎯⎯ after ten months, he was encouraging you to drop out of college. who needed a silly degree when daddy could take care of you? he wanted you to move in with him. he promised he would take care of your every need and lavish you with affection and gifts.

⎯⎯ during this time, könig got much more affectionate and needy. he became infatuated with you entirely. you were his everything, he made himself the most important thing in your life. könig made sure you had the least amount of time for friends or family as possible.

⎯⎯ now, you spent almost every day and night at his house. the only exceptions were your classes and time you set aside for homework. he always scoffed and whined when you said you had to leave, doing anything to make you stay.

right now, you had a scheduled class. you were supposed to be ten minutes into that class, yet here you were, in könig’s bed, laying underneath him, biting back tears.

“daddy,” you whimpered through your heavy breaths, “it’s not gonna fit!”

könig rubbed circles on your swollen clit as you said this. “shh, schatz, i’ll make it fit. just lay back and relax for daddy, ok?” he reassured, kissing your forehead softly.

you took deep breaths as he slowly jammed his cock into you, your body began to tremble. you let out cries, clawing könig’s back. no matter how much foreplay you got in, you always struggled to take könig’s entire length.

as he fit it all in, he gave you a small kiss. “see, liebling? it’s all in.”

you swallowed hard, nodding slowly. his large hands were gripping your hips as he began to gently thrust into you. you moaned, his thick cock was too much.

“fuck.. you feel so good, schatz.. so tight..” he whispered, quickly speeding up despite your cry of panic.

the sounds of skin slapping echoed in the room as he pounded into you, your cunt crying from the abuse. you dug your nails into his back, now starting to feel a pleasant knot in your belly. you gasped, your back arching into the bed.

“all mine,” he said breathlessly. his grip on your hips tightened as he continued using you like you were his personal fucktoy. “you’re all mine.”

he sped up, much to your own pleasure, the pain had subsided as you moaned and babbled out praise for him, your legs wrapped around him.

you neared your climax, your whole body trembling. “daddy—‘m gonna cum..” you said through your moans, your body clinging to his.

könig kissed you sweetly, despite his animalistic pace. “such a good girl, schatz. cum for me, cum on my cock,” he groaned. your walls clenched around him as you dissolved into your pleasure, tears leaking out onto your cheeks.

as you came, he kept up his unforgiving pace, he let out groans of contentment. he wiped the tears off your cheeks before kissing you softly through your mutual cries of pleasure.

as he continued, he whispered sweet nothings to you until he reached his climax. “‘m gonna pump you full of my cum, alright, engel?” he kissed you passionately, continuing to ram his cock into you. “be a good girl and take all of it, understood?” you couldn’t murmur a response, too fucked dumb from his pounding.

soon, könig came inside you, painting your walls white. he fucked his hot cum into you before finally stopping. after a moment of making sure you took the majority of his cum, he slid his cock out.

könig kissed your forehead sweetly, tucking you into bed and quickly wrapping his arms around you. he lavished kisses all over your neck and shoulders.

“this was better than your class, right, liebling?”

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i was just thinking ab how concerned john b always is ab his little gf .. n why haven't we talked ab how much worse his antics would get after he found out you were pregnant ??? man would be STRESSED - 🍓

that man wouldn’t even let you use knives or scissors he’d gain a new line in his forehead from all the stress n be constantly following you around taking things out of your hand like “okay, no— are you crazy? ask for help.” n if he walks into the chateau n sees your pregnant self climbing up on the counter to reach something on the top shelf ?? you’re in for an hour long lecture . because there ain’t no way !!????

Do you remember the hammock outside the chateau where john b was lying down in episode 1? Him and reader lying down beside eachother while he stuffs her with his fingers😵‍💫 it's out in the open and anyone could see but johnbees fingers just feel too good to stop😞

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his leg is looped around yours keeping your thighs pinned open and there’s a grin on his face— like he knew what he was doing was bad, but he just couldn’t help himself.

“john—john b—” you’re breathless as his fingers punch pornographic sounds out of you, your bikini bottoms pulled fully to the side.

“who? yeah i… dont know who that is.” he tilts his head with faux confusion, brows frowned but his smug smile still remaining.

“daddy— daddy someone’s gonna see. anyone could see!” you correct yourself and he plants a reassuring kiss to your temple, his thumb smoothing over your clit to soothe you.

“no one is going to see, okay?” his voice rumbles warmly against where you’re laying on his chest and you clench around his knuckles, jaw dropping with a shuddered whimper. “this is my house, right? aaaall this space out here is mine to use. if i wanna fuck you in my hammock, guess what. i can do just that, and there’s not a soul around to stop me.” he sarks, spare hand coming to squeeze at your tit, pulling the triangle of your bikini top aside only exposing you further.

“daddy!” you cry out in fear, knowing how the pogues were no stranger to impromptu drop-ins. if they were to arrive now, john b was fully clothed — it would be you on full display.

“easy, puppy. not listening to me.” he brings a sterner edge to his voice and you instantly force yourself to behave— trying your best to relax against his chest and let him please you. “th’atta girl. just focus on my fingers, yeah? should be easy for you, bubba.”

you melt, and soon you’re trembling hard — feeling yourself coming up on an orgasm. john b smiles down proudly at you, continuing to work you over. “i know, iiii know. feels just right, doesn’t it? you can cum, sweetheart. whenever you like.” his comforting tone drives you over the edge, moaning out into the open land, not knowing who could be near by. in the moment, you didn’t care.

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impact play w toxicex!john b!!!!! puppy tail plug when!! he is my dream man i need help - 🍓

toxicex!john b buying you a puppy tail butt plug so you can remember who owns that ass even when you’re not with him <33 “sooo, you remember who gave you that nickname right? me, okay. it was me. i don’t wanna hear that anyone else is calling you that. got it, sweetheart?”

talking to puppy!reader is actually so funny because you’ll think she’s listening to you but her brain is just:

future into life with outlaw!johnb with a chubby baby 😢😢😢😢😢😢😞😞🥹🥹🥹

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running away from your family farm house and starting a life with john b means you get to work pretty quickly. they can’t send him to jail if he’s got a family, right? it would be cruel and unfair.

when john b first brings you to your new house, you’re uncertain. it’s falling apart a little on the outside, the land is dry and slightly barren, there’s no animals in the farm — but the brunette had a way of making you believe everything would be okay. he turned your face in his hands and stared into your eyes with that reassuring smile and told you that he was going to work tirelessly to make this place a home, and he did.

over the coming weeks, your soon to be husband would often arrive home with a new animal — at first a horse, and then some cows, followed by some chickens, and then soon goats and sheep. you had no idea how he was doing it, aside from the knowledge that your man had some serious swindling skills on him and knew how to throw a gamble.

you began to enjoy the little routine the two of you were falling into after that. he’d hammer away at fences, walls, doors, the porch — anything he could get his hands on all day in the blistering heat — sweaty and shirtless until the sun would start to set and he’d be coming inside for the hearty meal you’d put on the table. no matter how much physical labour he’d subject himself to in the day, he would never be too tired to pin you to the bed and fuck you open at the end of it.

which is how you ended up with a sweet, happy, well fed baby on your hip a year on — the two of you in the shade on the porch as you sip on your iced tea with one hand, watching your man pull together the finishing touches on the barn, paint and saw dust staining his jeans.

he wipes his hands on the white tshirt he wore and adjusts his heavy belt before turning to you, his face of concentration melted into a loving smile upon seeing his beautiful wife and the baby that had just awoken from his nap. since entering fatherhood, john b had taken on a whole new level of physical manliness that had you itching for another baby. stubble dusted his cheeks, his body was thicker and more toned from all the food you’d been making him and physical work he’d been putting in, and he looked overall a little more rugged. he grins, stepping up to the porch as his baby boy squeals and bounces on your hip, knocking his fat fists against your shoulder excitedly.

“are you happy to see daddy?” you coo, bursting into your own giggles.

“heeeey my sweet boy!” john b approaches, tickling the babies ribs causing him to kick about with an elated laugh. he turns his expression to you, his smile fading into a smirk of sorts, tilting his head. “my girl.” he greets, and even after all this time he still makes you shy. you stand on your tiptoes, pressing a kiss to his lips— knowing later on that night you’d be begging for another sweet baby.

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JUST THINK ABT IT AHH Yuta okkotsu n bully!reader having a middle school reunion n somehow the kids like convince him to bring yn to the reunion and the other ex classmates just see bully victim yuta as a intimidating guy who changed alot married to bully! Reader who was fierce and all being submissive af and having alotta kids n plus maybe another one coming- >w< AHHHHH

sorry for the delay. there are a lot of things to do temporarily... ˚‧º·(′̥̥̥ o ‵̥̥̥)‧º·˚ anyway, i wrote it, bully reader deserves it. hope you like this🤭

TW: yandere, (implied) dub-con, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, housewife kink, humiliation (a little bit), (mentioned) bullying in the past

Everything happens from the letterbox. One with your name on it and one addressed to yuta okkotsu.

"Mama!" The little baby volunteered to help you get the letter, and came back with two letters. He stands on tiptoe and holds the letter in front of you. "Letter!" At that time, Rika was playing with the babies, and they pouted hoping that Aunt Rika could hug them (they wanted to play a game that could fly). They come over as soon as they hear it, and sit next to the two of you to read the letter together. You thanked him by kissing his little forehead and then stare at the letter in confusion, because it's usually just some bills mailed home, with only Yuta's name on it.

Oh, the alumni association. middle school reunion.

You have to explain to the kids what school reunion is. You kinda don't want to answer these questions though.

Yuta just smiled, not wanting to embarrass you too much. Even though he liked to humiliate you before and put you in your place.

Babies seem curious, their friends and classmates are precious to them, and they know that Mommy is always doing chores and can't hang out with friends. So, they persuade papa to take you out.

So Yuta took you there. Damn, you don't want to go at all (you didn't say it).

The school reunion location is in a hotel. You took Yuta's arm, wearing a decent skirt, like a submissive little wife. When the middle school classmates saw you coming, they asked who the two of you were. After so many years, everyone has changed, after all.

Yuta Okkotsu.

You gave your first name, but your surname changed to Okkotsu's.

Some middle school classmates were stunned because they remembered Yuta, the classmate who was always bullied. And you were one of those who bullied him. Your face starts to burn. They look at each other, but quickly change the subject and invite the two of you to sit down.

Ex classmates asked what kind of job Yuta is doing now. Yuta makes up a job as a bodyguard. This is not an outright lie. He does get paid a good salary to remove the curse (and kill some people if they get in the way). In their view, this is reasonable. Yuta looked intimidating even when he was smiling now. It's kind of scary. They also asked what your occupation is. You looked at Yuta, lowered your head, and responded timidly and awkwardly, you are a housewife. They froze.

Some classmates who were already mean when you were in school. They brought up your dreams at the time. This further humiliates you. Maybe you were thinking about getting married too. Still, definitely not to be the little wife of the man you used to bully - take care of the kids, clean and cook at home.

Oh, think about it, what if there are classmates who liked you in the school reunion? They might have dated you, that Yuta has witnessed - they hugged your waist, kissed your cheeks, whispered in your ear. You were so untouchable back then. Or, they like you but aren't together for some reason. Or, they have a crush on you and you're too dumb to ever realize it. Anyway, Yuta knows this. He leaves you briefly to socialize with some classmates, but comes back and finds that person talking to you? 🥺

They ask how are you doing, how is Yuta treating you? Then they want to make further contact, even almost touch your hand, or exchange phone calls with you. At this time, Yuta will deliberately hold your waist in front of them, kiss your cute cheeks, and introduce them again. He is your husband now. You've been acting like a shy little wife, snuggled into his arms. Hell, he'll even mention you're pregnant, again. You already have several babies. It's just that it's early in your pregnancy, so it's less obvious.

Yuta won't check your phone when you get home. He had always been a good husband after all. A good husband means trusting their partner. However, if he finds out about their call, he'll do a full and complete update on your phone and fill you up with cum <3

tw - unhealthy relationships, obsessive behavior, somnophilia, implied non/con, mentions of knots.

Puppy!Yuuta, who catches your eye the second you step into the shelter, despite the fact that he’s not at all what you were looking for. You need a service animal, and as cruel as it feels to say, hybrids of undeterminable origins with less-than-stellar past homes aren’t known to be very consistent, let alone trainable when it comes to such a high-stakes job. You were supposed to meet a pure-bred, highly recommended husky hybrid whose previous owner was no longer able to take care of him, but it was over for you as soon as you saw those big, dark, watery eyes – nearly hidden entirely by overgrown hair and jet-black ears that seemed to droop even lower whenever you threatened to look away from him. You’re already a lost cause by the time you ask a shelter employee for his name, and the paperwork’s signed within the hour. He leaves with you the same day, eyes on the ground and tail wagging a mile a minute.

Puppy!Yuuta, who was always meant to be someone's spoiled pet. He's shy, at first, scared to talk too loudly or cling too tightly or do anything that'll get him sent back to the shelter (no matter how clear you make it that that's a non-option), but it only takes him a few days to warm up to you, a couple weeks to come out of his shell, just under a month to start sleeping in your bed and trailing you around your apartment. He almost trips over himself when you ask if he'd like to wear a collar, and soon enough, he's more akin to a second-shadow than a dog. He does have some aggression issues, particularly when it comes to human men, but he's an angel with other hybrids, and when he bows his head and pouts, you really can't help but forgive him. With a life like the one he must've had, you can't really blame him for being so quick to bear his teeth.

Puppy!Yuuta, who's more than ecstatic when you mention still needing a service animal. He might not be qualified on paper, sure, but he's already constantly at your side, constantly worrying about you - it'd just feel wrong to go out and get another hybrid for a job Yuuta is more than capable of. He says he likes that idea of being able to take care of you, too - like you take care of him. You want to ask him not to be so sappy, to think of a slightly less sentimental way to say it, but when he's so happy and so, so proud of himself, it's hard to be even that strict.

Puppy!Yuuta, who cums untouched the first time you comb your fingers through his hair. You don't seem to notice, and he does his best to hide his face in your lap, to bite back the little, pathetic whimpers that crawl up his throat whenever you scratch at the base of his ears. He doesn't want to scare you, to be so needy so suddenly when you've been so kind.

Puppy!Yuuta, whose one and only flaw is that he can't seem to stop riffling through your dirty laundry. He can't be left alone for more than an hour without stealing one of your oldest, most threadbare shirts or worse, claiming a pair of your underwear as his newest chew-toy. You really should chastise him for it, but it's such an awkward thing to talk about, and he has such a sweet face - it's hard to believe he could ever do anything deliberately wrong. You've resigned yourself to just trying to limit the damage and salvage the less damaged items, even if those mysterious stains are a little hard to get out.

Puppy!Yuuta, who wishes he didn't have such a big, bulky knot. It's too thick and too heavy and seems to swell up whenever he gets even a little hard. If he didn't have a knot, he'd be able to actually thrust into you, rather than just fucking his fist over your sleeping body and imagining how tight you'd be, how pretty you'd look, how nice it would be to make you feel as warm and as soft as he feels because of you. He does what he can with his tongue, but you don't seem to like waking up with his saliva soaking everything between your thighs, and he always gets too excited when he tastes you. If he has to rut against your thigh that desperately again, he's afraid you might wake up and scold him.

Puppy!Yuuta, who can't wait until he works up the courage to mate with you properly. He knows it's still too soon, that it'd scare you to do it so abruptly, that he doesn't deserve it yet, but soon, he'll be able to to step up and take care of you as something more than just a pet. He's not there right now, but one day, he just knows he'll be the perfect mate for you <3

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WARNING: DARK CONTENT.

Wriothesley

reader trying to escape by diving and being caught

TW: yandere, abuse of power, non-con, escape failed, non-consensual spanking

handcuffed and spanked by Wriothesley

TW: yandere, forced imprisonment, abuse of power, non-consensual spanking, humiliation

Tighnari

yandere tighnari breeding reader

TW: non-con, yandere, misogyny, forced breeding, using a weird fragrance

old classmate visits reader and encourages them to continue their studies but tighnari hears

TW: non-con, yandere, misogyny, forced breeding, kidnapping, pregnancy, breastfeeding

What would the yans (cyno tihnari) be as dads towards their respective children?

TW: yandere, (implied) forced pregnancy

yandere tighnari and Cyno comfort you

TW: yandere, kidnapping

reader hinting to their children that they weren't happy with the marriage by telling stories but their children told yan!tighnari

TW: yandere, non-con, implied kidnapping, spanking, orgasm control, breeding, knotting

yandere tighnari and reader's (slight yandere) kids are jealous of their new sibling

TW: yandere, (not mentioned here but actually) kidnapping, forced pregnancy, breast milk

trainee forest ranger reader gets punished

TW: non-con, yandere, creepy plant, female reader, spanking without consent

yan! tighnari's and reader's fox daughter wanting to be a dancer in Zubayr Theater with Nilou

TW: yandere, (not mentioned here but actually) kidnapping, overprotective dad tighnari

yandere cyno and tighnari darlings managed to escape them and took the kids with them

TW: yandere, non-con, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, escape, punishment, abuse of power, unhealthy relationship, spanking, aphrodisiac

➥ Cyno and Tighnari making them meet each other again to humiliate them and giving teasing remarks

TW: yandere, punishment, humiliation, dub-con, mentioned escape

Yandere Cyno and Tighnari’s darling decided to try again but this time it was impulsive

TW: yandere, escape, kidnapping, abuse of power

Did yandere tighnari and cyno punish their darlings together?

TW: yandere, punishment

What would happen if yandere tighnari and cyno darlings broke mentally?

TW: yandere, mental breakdown

how would Tighnari and Cyno react to darling being depressed

TW: yandere, kidnapping, mentioned pregnancy, depressed reader

Cyno

yan!cyno blackmailing darling who did something illegal into becoming his housewife

TW: yandere, delusional, kidnapping, forced marriage, mentioned forced pregnancy

What would the yans (cyno tihnari) be as dads towards their respective children?

TW: yandere, (implied) forced pregnancy

cyno finally impregnating reader and cyno's babies are the only one laughing at his joke

TW: yandere, forced pregnancy, forced marriage

yandere Tighnari and Cyno comfort you

TW: yandere, kidnapping

yanderes cyno and tighnari darlings managed to escape them and took the kids with them

TW: yandere, non-con, forced pregnancy, kidnapping, escape, punishment, abuse of power, unhealthy relationship, spanking, aphrodisiac

➥ Cyno and Tighnari making them meet each other again to humiliate them and giving teasing remarks

TW: yandere, punishment, humiliation, dub-con, mentioned escape

Yandere Cyno and Tighnari’s darling decided to try again but this time it was impulsive

TW: yandere, escape, kidnapping, abuse of power

Did yandere tighnari and cyno punish their darlings together?

TW: yandere, punishment

What would happen if yandere tighnari and cyno darlings broke mentally?

TW: yandere, mental breakdown

how would Tighnari and Cyno react to darling being depressed

TW: yandere, kidnapping, mentioned pregnancy, depressed reader

Cyno to Inazuma for TCG match and catch darling

TW: yandere

Alhaitham

yandere alhaitham and kaveh

TW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, abuse of power

yan!alhaitham and kaveh finally married reader

TW: yandere, forced marriage, (implied) dub-con, kidnapping

Alhaitham doesn't feel insecure in a relationship

TW: yandere

alhaitham, kaveh and you having children but somehow act the opposite of each other

TW: yandere, pregnant, non con but no detailed description

Kaveh

yandere alhaitham and kaveh

TW: yandere, non-con, kidnapping, abuse of power

yan!alhaitham and kaveh finally married reader

TW: yandere, forced marriage, (implied) dub-con, kidnapping

alhaitham, kaveh and you having children but somehow act the opposite of each other

TW: yandere, pregnant, non con but no detailed description

Scaramouche/Wanderer/(The name you gave him:___________)

yandere Scaramouche after kindapping femele darling finding out that girls have periods

TW: yandere, kidnapping

Dottore

Cryo Archon ordered him not to hurt you Dottore asks you to cook

my dawg

Desire of Ownership

>Yan! Pantalone x Fem! Reader

a/n: capitalist man strikes again. Jokes aside, his hairstyle is amazing

Word count: 1k (exactly 1k, it's an achievement)

Warnings: unhealthy mentality and controlling behaviour

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It's rare for you to be this worked up, but you haven't felt this much annoyance in a very long time. Maybe anger would be the better word. The words uttered to you by the head maid keep repeating in your head as you angrily stomp to Pantalone's office.

You swing the door open, uncaring of his short temper with your manners. Immediately, his head raises from his desk as the abacus beads shine menacingly. After closing the door, you pad over to his desk, arms crossed.

"I take it that you're cross?"

You scoff, "That is an understatement."

"Well then," he puts down his signature quill, "I was going to take a break anyway. Go on."

"What are you trying to do? I was stopped from stepping into the garden and was told that it's a direct order from you. I can't leave the building now? What are you going to do next? Chain me to the bed?"

"I might just do it if you forget your manners. Remember who you're talking to, my dear."

"Answer my question. What is going on in that head of yours?"

"Nothing. Now, if you're done with your temper tantrum, go to the master bedroom. I'll be with you shortly."

"Pantalone," you whine out, moving towards him as his eyes follow your every move, "I want to go to the garden."

"You'll dirty your dress, and I rather like this one on you." He slyly runs his hands over your hips when you stand beside him. Dark eyes peer over the edge of his glasses, analysing your facial expression. The Regrator knows that you sweet talk him to get what you want, but he never does anything to stop it. What's wrong with tolerating it?

It'll make it all the more amusing when he crushes all that confidence.

"I can change, it's not a problem."

"Not needed," he shakes his head, "just wait for me in our room."

You ignore the feeling that settles in your stomach.

"Alright."

When you were walking towards the door, you could physically feel his eyes on every move you made.

-

Contrary to your assumptions, all Pantalone did was lay his head on your lap as he talked about finances and investments, visibly annoyed at so-called ‘side characters’ for increasing his workload. He even went to the trouble to call someone a babbling oxymoron. When you snickered at the name, he just turned his back to you, suddenly quiet.

After a few moments of deafening silence, he turns and looks you in the eye. Pantalone adjusts his glasses without breaking eye contact. It’s unnerving and you’ve unknowingly stiffened, muscles not daring to move.

“Oh,” his grin widens, “I thought you were enjoying yourself. Where did that laughter and smile go?”

Though his arms are crossed over his stomach, you know better than to test his reflexes. With a flattering motion of brushing his hair away from his face, you give him a little smile.

“Have I offended you somehow?”

“You look relaxed but judging from your muscles, you are as tense as a fresh recruit. Tell me, my little siren’s song, why are you so worked up?”

You nervously gulp. Despite him being on your lap, you’re still under his thumb. Right now, he’s just one question away from crushing you under it. Before you can say anything to defend yourself, a hand reaches and starts tracing your jawline. Goosebumps rise on your arms and neck at the unwavering eye contact, openly displaying your apprehension. He knows, doesn’t he?

He puts a finger on your lip to shush you when you try again.

“No need for explanations. I already know. If you think that you can do something that I had strictly prohibited right under my nose, let this be a warning to you.”

Head hung low, you move your gaze to your fiddling hands. A wheel of luck spins in your mind, waiting to stop to reveal which punishment he’d like to deliver this time.

“The maid you promised a transfer had come to me directly after your initial conversation with her. I’m aware that my employees aren’t too fond of me but using that to your advantage… you’re more cunning than you look.”

In one fluid motion, he’s sitting upright. A hand grabs your chin and raises your face, forcing eye contact.

“I read the letter you had posted. There’s nothing to be gained from telling your parents that you’re alive. I had your death falsely announced so that all those pests would leave us alone, yet you have the gall to throw everything into the water?”

“My parents… they deserve to know.”

“You’re lucky you hadn’t mentioned anything else. I would never spare you if you had.”

“Why, aren’t you just merciful.”

Pantalone laughs, eyes crinkling with amusement, “I suppose there is no limit to your impudence?” He scoots closer to you, hand travelling to cup your cheek before it moves to your nape. “The letter was never posted. Consider yourself lucky.”

“And why would I do that?”

“Why not? Being the spouse of the richest harbinger who just so happens to control the economy of Snezhnaya is something that not anyone can be. You, my dearest, are special."

Ah, how could you forget? Sometimes, being special means being at the wrong place at the right time and saying the right thing at the wrong time. A coincidence after coincidence, all just to become a series of encounters that awaken a darker desire in a man you refuse to tolerate.

"I'm not special. You just happen to fancy me."

"Fancy? Oh no no," he simpers, "I think love is the better word. Besides, had I not loved you, I would never have wed you. If I never wed you, you would never have been mine."

At the end of the day, there is still an unspoken truth that he spares you everytime.

'If you had never been mine, you would never have belonged to me.'

Stepdad! William Afton x Reader – ‘Boyfriend’ (SMUT)

Summary: You bring home a boy. Your mother is excited. Your stepdad…not so. Cue to stepdad William Afton staking his claim and reminding you who you truly belong to.

Fandom: FNAF (inspired by the movie verse) Pairing: William Afton x Reader Rating: Explicit Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (SMUT), Age difference, Older man x Younger woman, stepdad x daughter!reader, dub-con, implied con, taboofic, spanking, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, secret!sex, jealousy!, threats, hair pulling, unsafe sex, creampie, breeding!kink implied, infidelity, implied established stepdadxreader, William Afton is not a nice man, William Afton is a bad dad.

Boyfriend

Flashing him an encouraging smile, you stepped into the warmth of your home, the chill from the outside air dissipating. Your mother bustled about in the kitchen, the familiar scents of her cooking enveloping you like a comforting embrace. As she turned to greet you, her gaze fell upon Sam, who stood just behind you.

"Mom," you said, motioning towards the young man beside you. "Remember Sam?"

Sam was undeniably handsome; his blond hair framed a chiseled face adorned with bright green eyes that seemed to capture every bit of light in the room. His tall frame filled out the doorway, exuding a quiet strength that immediately caught your mother's attention. Her eyes twinkled as she looked him over.

"Nice to meet you,” Sam said politely, extending a hand that your mother eagerly shook. Her eyes traced over his broad shoulders and the white toothy smile.

"You are on the football team, aren’t you?" she replied warmly, her excitement barely contained.

“I am,” Sam confirmed, his smile broadening, reminiscing you of ancient statues of Greek Heroes and Gods. He was picture-perfect. Just the right type of boy to take home to impress your mother with.

"Actually, Mom," you hesitated for just a moment before continuing, voice shy and eyelashes fluttering, "Sam and I are dating.”

"Really?" Her eyes widened, a grin spreading across her face. "Oh, how wonderful!" She clapped her hands together in delight.

“Your daughter is a gem,” Sam said smoothly, words slipping out like velvet. You could just see how your mother seemed to approve of him.

He placed his bag on the kitchen counter and seemed to look around for something, then his eyes traveled to you, a question within them. You tried to suppress a grin and shook your head, and Sam’s eyes traced back to your mom.

"Excuse me," Sam said, "Can I use the…?”

"Of course, dear." Your mother pointed down the hallway. "Second door on the right."

As soon as he disappeared from sight, your mother pulled you into a tight hug. "So spill, when did this happen? Didn’t you tell me you didn’t like that boy?”

“Just today,” you said with a small grin. “And perhaps I changed my mind. Try and date. Like someone kept nagging I should.”

“Finally,” your mom said, raising her palms in the air. “I have been praying you would go on a date, even if it was just once. You really need to get some experience. And Sam seems… nice.”

“I know,” you said, tongue pressing against the back of your teeth pensively. “He’s not my type…”

“I wasn’t going to say that,” your mother said hesitatingly, though you could tell she had been thinking it. Then she flashed you another smile and gently placed her hand on top of yours. “I am happy you are finally crawling out of your shell. You’re a pretty girl,” at this you scrunched your nose and she caught sight of it, “yes, you are. Even if you think differently.”

Then she let go of your hand and let out a happy sigh. “Oh, I remember when I was your age.”

You rolled your eyes as you both said, “Dated a new boy each week.”

You looked at your mom and you both laughed. “I know, mom,” you said. “I know. But I’m not like that.”

“I know,” she replied with a gentle smile, her head resting on her hands and her elbows leaning on the kitchen counter as she looked at you. “I'm so happy for you, sweetheart! He seems like a great guy."

You couldn't help but smile. "He really is, Mom."

Sam returned to the kitchen, a sheepish grin on his face, and you both settled down at the table to work on your homework assignment. Your mother, sensing that you two might want some time alone, gave you both a teasing smile.

"If you get hungry you may take from these,” she gestured at the food she’d been making. “I'll be working in the attic if you need anything," she said before exiting the kitchen.

Sam eyed the snacks your mother had been making and picked one up, taking a bite. You followed his example.

The assignment before you was boring, and quite soon both of you were sighing. You noticed how Sam was moving closer to you with every opportunity he got, brushing an arm against you or a leg. It was exactly why you had chosen to date him. You just knew he would make a move and never took schoolwork seriously. He was that type of guy. Hands-on. Thinking of one thing only.

"God, I hate this assignment," Sam mumbled as he flipped through his textbook, his green eyes filled with annoyance.

"Tell me about it," you agreed, rubbing your temples. "Let's take a break and put on some music."

"Great idea." Sam pulled out his phone and connected it to a small speaker. Soon, the sultry sounds of bachata filled the air, and you couldn't help but sway along to the rhythm.

"Come on," Sam stood up, offering you his hand. "Let's dance."

You grinned, taking his hand and allowing him to lead you into the dance. His strong arms guided you effortlessly, the heat between you two palpable as your bodies moved in sync. The world around you seemed to fade away as you lost yourself in the music and Sam's embrace.

The sound of a door slamming shut jolted you back to reality and you looked straight into the fury blue eyes of your father.

William Afton, your stepfather, stood in the doorway, his face twisted with anger. You immediately felt a knot of fear tighten in your stomach.

"Uh, hi Dad," you stammered, trying to sound casual even as your heart raced.

"Who is this?" he growled, his cold blue eyes narrowing as they fixed on Sam. Pretty young boy. Everything the opposite of what he was.

"Th-this is Sam," you replied, your voice trembling slightly. "He's my boyfriend." Not quite, but dating counted, right?

"Boyfriend?" William sneered, his distaste evident. "And that makes this okay? You think I'd let something like this happen under my roof?"

"Sir, we were just—" Sam began, only to be cut off by the sharp, icy glare William shot him.

"Enough," William snapped, his tone making it clear that there would be no further discussion. You could see Sam's jaw clench in frustration, but he wisely held his tongue.

You forced yourself to take a calming breath and lowered your gaze submissively. "I'm sorry, Dad," you murmured, hoping that would be enough to placate him for now.

William's lips curled into a sneer as he paced the room, his anger radiating in waves. "You're too young to be dating," he spat, his words like venom. "Don’t know what you’re getting into, do you? So eager for a boy’s cock."

You felt your cheeks flushed and shyly stared at the floor, letting your stepdad’s words wash over you like waves.

“And you,” he then said, aiming his fully attention at Sam now. “I know your type. Think you can seduce a naïve young girl, fuck her on your cock once and then throw her aside like a cheap whore. Laugh about it afterward with your friends. You think my daughter’s easy like that?”

Sam shifted uncomfortably under the weight of William's gaze, visibly shrinking back from him. You felt your cheeks burn with humiliation, wanting nothing more than to disappear.

"Maybe your mother thinks it's cute," William continued, turning back to you again, his voice dripping with disdain. "But I know better. She'd love to see you become a whore, wouldn't she?"

"Hey, that's not fair—" Sam started to protest, but a single raised hand from William silenced him.

"Enough." The word was barely more than a growl, and it sent shivers down your spine. You couldn't help but feel betrayed by Sam's inability to defend you, even as you knew that standing up to William was like trying to stop a hurricane with an umbrella.

"Look," Sam muttered, avoiding your eyes. "I should go. We can finish the homework later, or something."

And it was exactly this something that had the hope inside if your tummy plummeting. As Sam rushed to your front door, you followed him with featherlight steps.

Somehow this was what you had expected of him. All tough and popular in school, but when facing a bigger man he would shrink away.

It irked you that he didn’t even try to stand up for you, that he accepted this defeat without so much as turning to your dad and telling him off. Nope, he just went to the door. Left you to your dad. Coward.

You slammed your hand on the door before he could open it, forcing him to lock eyes with you.

"Wait," you whispered. "Why didn't you say anything? Why didn't you stand up for me?"

"Your dad,” Sam spoke through gritted teeth but hesitated, as if he were uncertain why he even had this conversation with you. At the end of the hallway, you could feel your stepdad’s towering presence, heavy and dark.

Like a shadow watching over the two of you.

“Your dad’s just...too much for me," Sam finally admitted, his voice tense. He paused and looked at you. "I'm sorry."

"Stepfather," you corrected him softly, feeling a strange mixture of relief and disappointment. "He's my stepfather."

Sam shrugged, his bag on his back, the zipper open still, showing the folders and maps you were supposed to be working on.

"Either way, I don't want to be around him." With that, Sam stepped out the door, leaving you alone to face the storm that was William Afton.

You slowly turned around, the shape of your stepfather like a dark shadow at the end of the hall. The displeased curve of his lips was visible from where you stood.

He only needed to point a finger to the floor, signaling that you had to return to him. No words were needed. Step after careful step, you walked closer, entering the room before he closed the door behind you.

“Well now,” the words came out low and rasped as your stepdad placed his large hand on the small of your back, guiding you back to the kitchen table before roughly pushing you toward it. You tumbled over by the sheer force, chest pressed against the cold wood as items that had still been on the table now clattered to the floor.

Strong hands moved past your hips, pulling your pants and panties down in one swift motion, exposing your neither regions. Cold air brushed past your skin and you subdued a shudder.

"You think it's okay to bring someone else home, hmm?" William asked, his voice cold. "Think I wouldn't find out?"

"Dad, I-" you began to protest, but he cut you off.

"Quiet." He didn't give you a chance to respond before he delivered the first spank, sharp and sudden. You gasped at the mix of pain and pleasure that shot through your body. His hands were big, even against the supple flesh of your ass.

"Count," he instructed, his breath heavy.

“One,” you said, words forced out through gritted teeth. Another slap, the stinging slightly fiercer than before. Your hands curled into fists in front of you, trying to support your weight on your elbows as you stood bent forward over the table. Another smack. “Two.”

You heard the deep breathing of your stepdad as it increased. He was getting excited. “You brat,” you heard him murmur in between slaps. The stinging increasingly becoming worse, the pain a delightful pleasure that made you hum.

“It’s clear Dad here has got to teach you a lesson not to be such a little slut,” each of those final words was punctuated by another firm slap to your buttocks, making you see stars and wheeze with pleasureful pain.

You whimpered out the numbers, bracing yourself for another smack. As the spanking continued, your cheeks burned and your arousal grew. There was something thrilling about being at his mercy, about submitting entirely to him.

Finally, your stepdad stopped, and you waited in anticipation for another slap. But it didn’t come. Instead, you felt his strong hands massaging your tender flesh. His fingers, rough from years of working on animatronics, sent shivers down your spine as he caressed your sensitive skin, separating your now sore cheeks and pushing them back together again.

"Such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" he purred, his hot breath fanning across your wet pussy. You could tell by the tone of his voice that he'd gotten exactly what he wanted, and it both terrified and excited you. He leaned down, his tongue teasing your slit before he captured your clit between his teeth, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body.

"Dad," you moaned, unable to contain yourself any longer. He hummed in response, his lips working expertly on your most sensitive spot. The nibbling the flick of his tongue to your sensitive clit, it was all too much, and you had to bite the back of your hand in order to keep from crying out loud. Suppose your mom would hear.

No, she could never find out!

Chapped lips curved against your sensitive sticky-wet skin. The little hairs of his beard tickled you as William continued to pleasure you with his mouth. You felt a familiar tension building within you. Desperate for release, you wriggled on the table, wishing you could somehow grasp his hair and urge him on. But he held your hips tightly in his hands, grip strong enough to create finger-shaped bruises, his head buried between your legs. All you could to was squirm against the table, wishing you could see him as he ate you out.

"Please," you begged, the sound nearly a sob. William chuckled darkly, slipping his fingers inside you and curling them just right. It was all too much – the pressure, the pleasure, the pain – and suddenly, you were falling apart, your orgasm washing over you in a tidal wave of sensation.

Your body trembled, pussy pulsing wildly around his finger and tongue, slick gushing forward and into his awaiting mouth, coating his lips.

As he withdraw, you heard a dark chuckle. Your world spun and slowly got back into focus, and you realized you were still on the table, your weight resting on your elbows as you stared at the photographs of your family hanging on the wall.

You were grateful that the table supported you, because your legs were shaking and you didn’t think you could stand on your own right now.

"Good girl," William praised, his voice low and dangerous as he withdrew his fingers from your quivering core. As you lay there, catching your breath, you could feel the lingering pulse of your orgasm still radiating through your body. But William wasn't finished with you yet.

"Stay bent over," he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. You obeyed, anticipation causing a shiver to run down your spine. The sound of his zipper being undone filled the room, and you couldn't help but feel both nervous and excited for what was about to happen.

"Such a tight little pussy," he growled as he positioned himself behind you, one hand gripping your hip while the other tangled in your hair. He pulled you back, forcing you to arch your back even more as his cock pressed against your entrance.

"Please," you whimpered, desperate for him.

"Who do you belong to?" he asked, his voice dark and dangerous.

"Y-you," you stuttered, feeling your face flush with embarrassment.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I belong to you, Daddy."

"Good girl," he praised before thrusting into you without warning, his cock splitting you open and filling you completely. A gasp tore from your throat as you struggled to adjust to his size, but William didn't give you any time to recover. He set a brutal pace, pounding into you like an animal, his grip on your hair keeping you in place.

"Fuck, you're so perfect," he snarled, his breath hot on your neck. His words sent a shudder through you, and you couldn't help but push back against him, wanting to take him deeper.

"Harder, please," you begged, needing to feel his complete control.

"Greedy little thing," he chuckled, somehow managing to drive into you even harder. "You love this, don't you?"

You parted your lips to answer, the feelings overwhelming you. But he was quicker.

“Quiet,” he snarled in your ear, “We don’t want your mother to hear what we’re doing here, do we?”

Hard as it was, you managed a nod – even with the way he kept a grip tightly on your hair. Your body ached for him, and every thrust of his hips seemed to drive you further under his spell.

"Tell me who you're gonna fuck from now on," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

"Only you, Daddy."

"Damn right," he muttered as he continued to pound into you, each thrust making your body shudder with pleasure. You felt the firm outline of his hips, the softness of his belly pressing against your back as he thrust inside of you. It shouldn’t feel so sinful, but it did. Your much older stepfather was making you feel so good, that it dazed you.

You could feel another orgasm building, but before you could reach that peak, William's grip on your hair tightened as his own release approached.

"Fuck!" he snarled, his hips slamming into you one last time as he came, filling you with his hot seed. His grip changed on you while you cried out, walls fluttering around his hard shaft. His hand on your hip and the one pulling your hair ensured that you were pulled flushed against him, making sure he stayed buried deep inside for just a little longer than needed while your cunt pulsed around him.

Slowly, your vision started to stabilize again. The warped pictures on the wall came back into focus and your pussy’s grip on his cock became looser, not pulsing as frequently as your body started to relax.

His panting breaths filled the room as he slowly pulled out, releasing your hair from his grip.

“Now, what do you say?” you heard his low voice rumble as you slumped forward on the table, catching your breath.

"Thank you, Daddy," you murmured, feeling the slick escape from the depths of your core, sliding all the way down your legs. You slowly got up and pushed yourself away from the table, facing William.

He stood a few feet behind you, his pants resting on his hips, cock and balls proudly on display. Liquid coated his softening shaft, and you watched entranced as he started to tuck it back inside his pants before zipping his fly.

You followed his example, bending over to pull your pants up, wincing at the discomfort you felt deep inside your core where he had been battering your cervix without a care in the world. You prayed your mother wouldn’t walk in right now, but luckily, she didn’t.

When you were presentable enough again – making sure your hair wasn’t quite the mess and ignoring the cold sticky liquid that ran down the inside of your thigh – you took a step closer to your stepdad.

“Mr. Afton,” you said, knowing he liked it when you addressed him so formally. And it worked. You saw the spark in his blue eyes. Licking your lips, closed the distance between you, standing on your tiptoes to give him a gentle kiss.

Once the kiss broke, your eyes met his blue ones. The pupils so dilated they seemed almost black.

“That’s better,” your stepfather said, his hand resting on the small of your back, keeping you close to him whilst towering over you. Just the height of him made you feel small, but then there was that gaze and the firm tone he used when he spoke to you. So demanding, so in control.

"Remember," he warned, his eyes dark and intense. "I don’t ever want to see you take another boy home again, or the consequences will be far beyond anything you can ever imagine.”

As a spark lit off in your eyes, he caught sight of it and his grip on you tightened. The corners of his lips pulled into a tight line. “I am serious, do not challenge me on this one. It is unlike what you are thinking of.”

And somehow, those words brought with them a sense of danger that made you actually feel cold on the inside, like he wasn’t threatening to fuck you hard as a punishment, but that he was threatening whatever man you might want to take home in future times. Like a death sentence. Would he kill them?

“You're mine, and I don't share," he rasped.

You nodded, your heart racing at his possessiveness. Somehow, it felt both terrifying and thrilling to be so completely claimed by this dangerous, powerful man.

And as you looked into his eyes, you knew your plan had worked.

“I promise to be good for you, Dad,” you said, words a whisper.

He let go just in time before the door flung open and your mother entered the room.

“Ah, sweetheart, you’re back,” she said, bright smile on her face as she walked over to give William a hug and a kiss on his lips. His blue eyes darted past her to meet yours and you quickly glanced aside.

Once they broke apart, your mother turned toward you. “Where’s Sam?” And then a frown formed on her face as she sniffed the air. She must have been quick in recognizing the scent and deducing what must have happened, for you could see her lips curl into a small smile and her eyes twinkle,

“Well, at least I hope you’ve used protection,” she muttered as she brushed past you to return to the snacks she prepared earlier in the kitchen.

“Want a taste of something sweet,” she curiously asked your stepdad, holding up one of the plates with prepared snacks.

William’s grin widened. “Oh,” he murmured, “I think I already have.”

~ Fin ~

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JJK men when they cheat on you [part 3]

❥ ft. gojo satoru, nanami kento, geto suguru, itadori yuji, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen

part one | part two | part three | part four

A/N: I tried to incorporate your guys’ ideas into it but ultimately, I think I’ll make a separate smau for reader cheating on the jjk men. Banner credits to @ cafekitsune

taglist: @sad-darksoul

tw dark content inct, infantilization, mental/physical abuse, weight mention, coercion, cutting, branding, nsfw but not really in detail, creampie mention, vv abusive

anon says..! naoya-nii who just keeps you like a pet.. not letting you dress urself , feeding you with a spoon , maybe even a bottle. He probably goes far as taking privileges like phones if you've been bad ,, ‘

naoya nii who never had to make your guys relationship dynamic clear. you were just such a good girl, and you would never go out of your way to deny or question your nii chan. well, after you tried to the first time. though sometimes he frustrated you, or confused you, it seemed that his light kisses to your tears and the way he soothes over your bruises made it all go away. ♡︎

first, you were never allowed to dress yourself. looking into your own closet earned you a slap on the wrists, and going as far as to trying on the clothes earned you a spanking. the first time you tried, it caused naoya nii to stay angry at you for days, offended that you thought he wasn’t taking care of you enough.

never ask him to wear somethin different. the last time you decided to ask to wear something less revealing, you were left lonely and cold in the room below his feet, bruises and cuts over the soft of your skin, with your cheeks red and burning.

naoya loved to dress you up in the prettiest, most expensive pieces. the pieces hugged around the curve of your body perfectly, flattering you in the best way. which isn't surprising, as he takes your measurements everyday in the morning when he changed you. his comments on your body always made you feel fuzzy, no matter what he said, 'need ta cut down on the sweets, ya gained some weight. i'll notice the servant.' 'yer tits are fatter, you sore?' the pieces were strangely small though, always showing an embarrassing amount of cleavage or ass that you didn’t really want to expose to naoya. however, it’s nothing he hasn’t seen right?

secondly, naoya-nii always feeds you. his job was handy, and allowed him to stay home with her precious sister, giving him all the time in the world to take care of you. naoya nii was always so patient and sweet, taking his time to bribe you when you were made to eat something you weren't so fond of. if you were upset and refusing the spoons of food, he would stick the entirety of his thumb into your mouth and gently place the food on the flat of your tongue! he never wanted you to be hungry!

however when you had mustered up the courage to ask to feed yourself, to your surprise he glanced up at you with a smile on his face and an enthusiastic 'yeah.' before the spoon had reached your opening, a subconcious slap comes down on your face and the spoon, knocking it over on the ground. naoya nii smashed the bowl of food he had held onto on the ground as well, breaking the bowl, leaving you there to cry on a stool whilst holding your cheek until you came running to him and yelling out apologies.

and last, your punishments <3 naoya nii was really the worst with punishments. he was the meanest, and never let you go regardless of the tears, and how his ears rung from your pained screams. over the years, he decided that the best ways to tame you were to hit you, and to fuck you.

naoya nii's abuse was never gentle. the paddles that came down on your back and down to your thighs always left you in shambles, leaving your mind empty with naoya nii in thought. the paddles caused cuts across your skin, eyeing down the beading blood that came from his hitting. and though it wasn't often, at times he would use an actual blade to teach you a lesson. whether it be carving degrading words onto your tits and thighs, or carving his name onto the fat of your ass and branding you!

and finally, naoya nii loved to have sex with you <3 though naoya never took his time to prep you that well, he always made sure it felt good. well, good enough. he loves to have you on your hands and knees, spreading your previously branded ass, listening to your sweet cries of his name. your slick dripped from your cunt, practically asking for nii nii to use you! :( he always made out with your slicked up cunt, which was the furthest that foreplay went to in terms of sex. after cumming in you, instead of watching it spill out and going to waste, he plugged you up with the prettiest of plugs, and tucked you into bed. however, you’re never allowed to cum. :( naoya nii just never allowed you to; after all, little girls don't do that. ♡︎

könig with a partner with an irregular period for whatever reason and your face is scrunched up in worry while you complain to him whenever your tracking app says you’re late for more than a week and his leg starts bouncing under the table just silently hoping it never comes. kisses your forehead and tells you not to worry about it while his stomach churns with excitement and he’s already envisioning building a crib to put in the spare room. and you’re always confused why he looks so disappointed when you run up to him all smiley just to say you started bleeding while you were out. is quiet for the rest of the day mourning the loss like it was real.

SUNDRESS SZN☆

He like the dress a little too much.

Connie couldn’t stand his pretty girl leaving the house without him. Especially in that nice ass sundress. With a slap to your ass, connie’s presence was known. The type of slap that leaves a burning sting. “connie!” you yelled at him without turning away from the mirror where you was taking pics. “fine ass..” He said under his breath but you ignored him as you were focused on getting the perfect picture to post on the gram.

He took that personal and got closer to you. To the point your back was touching his chest. His hand slithered from behind you to your neck where he held a firm grip on it. “where the fuck you think you going?” You could feel the heat from his words glide over your ears. It made your insides flutter and your body instantly warm up.

But you knew connie and you knew his intentions and it was simple—Don’t let his girl leave the house.

“i was going to meet up with-“ you were cut off as you suddenly felt the hand that was securely around your neck tighten.“you don’t wanna stay wimme?” you could barely keep your balance. your legs felt like jello. “it’s sunny outside connie i want to go out” your protest fell to deaf ears. His ass was not listening to shit you had to say. He wanted you to stay home.

and he got exactly what he wanted. After a few minutes of going back and fourth.

You were arched in your king sized bed taking all of him. You couldn’t tell how long it’s been. 15 minutes? 2 hours? you don’t know. Connie had a mean grip on your braids as he thrusted harshly into your glistening wet pussy. “why..are you fuckin me like thiss!!” your words muffled from the pillow your face was currently kissing. “i just wanted you to stay wit’ me mama” he moved his free hand to your hip as he pulled you closer to him. Pushing himself deeper into you. You felt every single inch.

He had you smelling colors and seeing sounds. Incoherent nonsense spilling from your lips. Your makeup was mixed in with your tears and pillow. Connie seeing your messed up mascara only made his pounding faster. He released his hand from your hair and grabbed your other hip, bouncing your ass on him. “cumming cumming ‘m cumming!” your back arched even further, you came undone on him. “let it out fa me” He kept pounding into you as you came on him. Your cum stinking on his lower abdomen. Your screams were rewarding to connie and he couldn’t ask for anything more.

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Reader offering her body to viking!simon as an appreciation present for protecting her xx

yes yes absolutely yes everything about this is beautiful

c/w: pillaging, death, murder, blood, loss of virginity, p-in-v sex, you and simon have no game, simon is a blunt dickhead

perhaps the village gets raided in the middle of the night :( rival clan tearing through your lovely town and pillaging it. your husband is immediately storming out of bed, throwing on his armor and grabbing his axe. he’s silent when he picks you up, slings you over his shoulder and throws you into the wardrobe,

“stay.” he commands and you respond with a quick nod of your head, looking up at him with frightened eyes until he slams the doors closed

you’re there for a good hour until you hear movement in your home. you think for a moment it might be simon but you soon hear the sounds of wood splintering and crashing as this invader trashes your home

you keep a hand over your mouth, praying whoever this is decides not to check your hiding place. that was wishful thinking, you realise once the wardrobe door is ripped open and you’re met with the cold eyes of a rival warrior who wastes no time snatching you up and throwing you to the ground, desperate screams immediately leaving your throat

you pray that someone hears you but you’re not hopeful when all you can hear through the closed windows is the muffled sounds of screams, cries and burning buildings

you pick up whatever your trembling hands can reach and throw them at the warrior as you crawl back. but everything just seems to be bouncing off of him, causing no damage whatsoever

you close your eyes when you watch him raise his weapon, ready to bring it down on you. tears slip down your cheeks and you flinch, preparing for your short lived life to be over in such a brutal manner

but no such blow comes, instead you just hear the sounds of gargling. when you open your eyes, you see the soldier on his knees in front of you, your husbands axe hanging from the side of his neck as he chokes to death on his own blood

simon is stood above him, chest heaving and rage clouding his vision as he pulls the axe out, swinging it into the man’s neck one more time for good measure

he looks at you, the storm disappearing from his expression once he sees you trembling on the floor below him, frightened out of your mind. with one arm, he effortlessly scoops you up, holding you against him. with his other hand he retrieves his axe from the corpse at his feet

he carries you out of your destroyed home, not saying a word when you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and sniffle

“thank you…” you mumble, the delicate brush of your lips tickling his skin, filling him with a warm feeling that he’ll deny ever existed

he grunts in response, hoisting you up when you start to slip in his grip. he doesn’t speak much, is the first thing you figured out about him on your wedding night

you shield your eyes from the bloodshed and horror that now bestows your village, people of your clan lay dead in the once safe streets. simon says nothing as he carries you away from it all,

“is it over?” you ask, taking your face from his neck to look at him. he gives you a firm nod of his head. you don’t say anything about the dried blood he’s coated in, nor the fact that you can feel it staining your nightgown

after a while he carries you to a secluded part of the village, with survivors gathered around and setting up tents. being the second-in-command to the chief was clearly a perk as you and simon had been set up in a small, cozy cabin

“draw me a bath.” his rough voice cuts through the silence, shrugging off his armor and stripping down until he was bare in front of you. it never failed to bring a blush to your cheeks whenever he causally exposed his naked body to you

he hadn’t bedded you once since you had been married, you had shared once chaste kiss at your wedding ceremony and since then he had barely touched you. he didn’t seem particularly interested in having you perform traditional wifely duties, he never rejected it when you offered to bathe him after a long day or when you had dinner presented on the table for him

you both just kind of exist around each other. it hadn’t really dawned on you that he’s never even called you by your name, only speaking to you in blunt sentences

“oi. did you hear me?” he says, stopping to turn to you when he realised you hadn’t moved from your spot. you shake yourself from your thoughts and nod your head, scrambling over to the fire to begin boiling the water for his bath

he carries the heavy pots of boiling water for you, snatching them from your hands when he sees you nearly burn yourself. once his bath was finished, he climbed into the steaming water

you watch him from the bed, chewing on your lip and playing with your fingers as he scrubs his skin with the soap. his back is to you as your map out the scars littering the rippled muscle

you feel indebted to him. whilst he wasn’t the nicest man, he certainly wasn’t the cruelest. he was good to you in a strange way. he never forced himself on you, even on your wedding night. he had never uttered words with intent to hurt your feelings

you stand from your place on the bed and nervously stumble over to the tub, kneeling beside him. he doesn’t look at you when you take a cloth and begin cleaning his back

he lets his hands fall into the water, leaning forward ever so slightly. you notice how his eyes fall shut. he’s probably exhausted, you think to yourself

“would you like me to brush your hair, husband? I… I can-“ you question, looking at him as you run the soap through his hair and making an effort to detangle the mop on his head

“do what you want.” he grunts, shrugging his broad shoulders and dropping them down with enough weight to make the water splash

you nod your head even though he can’t see you. after a few minutes of, quite frankly, uncomfortable silence, you place the soap down as a silent signal that you were finished

he stands to all his glory, 6’4 with water dripping down from his hair all the way down his thigh defined thighs and back into the water. you immediately avert your eyes when you drag your eyes down to his cock, hanging heavy between his legs and pass him a towel

you gather a comb and place a pillow on the floor between your legs. still not bothering to get dressed, he just drops his tired body down leaving you no option but to spread your legs to accommodate his large frame

you spend a good 30 minutes trying to get the comb through his shaggy dirty blond hair but you eventually manage to tame it into a clean and detangled state. you use a tie from your wrist to tie it up into a messy bun so it will stay out of his face

“I-I’m finished…” you say, placing your hands on your lap to prevent yourself from reaching out and tracing the tattoos on his shoulder blades. as you expected, he just gives you a grunt, his way of saying thank you

you stand from the bed, watching as he moves around the room with his back to you

“simon?” you call out with hesitation, “would you… would you like to come to bed… with me?”

he turns to look at you, his brow furrowed with confusion, “I am… I’ll be there in a minute.”

you shake your head, taking your hand up to untie the front of your nightgown, “no… I mean… would you like to be intimate with me?”

you’re certain that your face must be bright red with embarrassment, but you power through as you slip your gown off. you’re stood naked in front of him, shifting on your feet as he stares you down with an unreadable expression

he shifts his whole body to you now, folding his arms over his chest as he looks you up and down

“say something, please.” you squeak out, your hands coming up to poorly cover your breasts. he lets out a small laugh in response and you think you’ve completely humiliated yourself

“you want me to fuck you?” he asks bluntly, taking one hand down to lightly fondle his flaccid cock. you nod your head eagerly, biting your lip

“you ever done tha’ before?” he smirks, cocking his head to the side. he’s quite enjoying this newfound confidence, if you can even call it that. you shake your head, fiddling with your fingers

“it’s gonna hurt.” he warns, raising his eyebrows and scanning your face for any form of hesitation

“will it feel good eventually?” you ask, a small glimmer of hope spreading in your eyes when you realise he’s actually considering your request. you expected him to shoot you down with a laugh

“maybe.” he shrugs, “you still want me to fuck you, little one?”

his hand is wrapped firmly around his cock now, stroking it until it was fully erect. you can’t take your eyes off it, not even to see the cocky smirk across his face

“yes.” you whisper out, “please.”

he cocks his head to the side, “get on the bed. spread your legs.”

you crawl onto the bed, laying on your back and folding your hands across your stomach. you chew on your lip, your eyes trained on the ceiling. you can’t bear to look at him as you spread your legs, giving him a clear view of your most intimate area

“want me to lick your cunt first?”

his words make your pussy ache. his blunt tone would be horrifying on anyone else but you know him now. it’s just who he is. it’s so amazingly him. the question is followed by the sound of spitting and the slick sounds of him stroking his cock

“I- yes- I just- I’m not sure i’ll like it.” you admit, sheepishly. you glance down when you feel the bed shift and his big hands wrap around your thighs. you see him knelt between your legs, lips inches away from your aching pussy

he grunts, and with no warning, he closes the gap and runs his tongue from your opening then all the way up to your clit. he wraps his lips around the bud, giving a harsh suck

you throw your head back, letting out a stuttered moan. your hands shift from their place to his hair, tugging on it and loosening a few strands which fall around his face

he spends a good bit of time trialling things out, learning what you like based on how much you yanked at his hair or bucked your hips

he slips a finger in your entrance once he’s sure you’re wet enough, groaning at the way your legs slam around his head. the feeling of your thighs clenching around his face makes his cock twitch against the mattress

your cunt takes his fingers greedily, sucking around his thick digits when he slips another one in. your hips buck up at his mouth when he flicks his tongue around your clit

you feel a tightening in your stomach after a fuck minutes of his fingers fucking in and out of you, scissoring them to stretch you wider for him. he waits until he can feel you right on edge and he hears your moans pick up to pull his fingers out

you let out a whine at the lack of contact, handing right on edge of your ruined orgasm

“quite yer whinin’. you can cum around my cock instead.” he groans, pumping his cock a few times before lining it up with your weeping pussy

he places one hand on the underside of your thigh and pushes it up as he pushes in slowly. you let out a gasp and grip his forearm, nails digging into his skin. he doesn’t stop, only slows his pace

“nearly there…” he groans just before he bottoms out, his pubic bone pressed against your clit. he grinds his hips slowly to help you adjust to the feeling of being stuffed full

“do that again…” you whine out, arching your back for him. he grinds his hips a few more times, waiting until there’s no resistance from you before actually beginning to fuck his cock in and out of you

you slam your hand over your mouth when you feel the tip of his cock brush against this spongy spot inside of your cunt

he shifts his position, moving so he’s kneeling on the bed. he wraps his arms around your thighs and tugs you so your ass rests on his thighs

he wraps a hand around his cock, gliding the tip through your folds one time before slipping back inside you. he uses his grip on your hips as leverage to fuck into you faster than before

the room is filled with a mixture of your moans and his grunts along with the sound of his balls slapping your ass

your hands move to rest on his shoulders to keep you straight as he rams his cock into your cunt. that familiar tight feeling creeps up on you soon again. you tap his shoulder lightly

“si- simon… ‘m gonna- fuck-“ you cry out, throwing your head back against the pillows

“me too, little one. come on… cum around your husbands cock…” he grunts, leaning forward to put you in a mating press. his permission was all you needed to let go, your cunt pulsing around his cock erratically

he gives you a few more sloppy thrusts before pulling his cock and out, desperately jerking it a few times before he paints his load all over your tummy. he rubs the tip against your clit to milk your orgasm, the final remnants of his cum dribbling out onto your pussy

he doesn’t enjoy the afterglow of his orgasm very long before he’s standing up and grabbing a cloth to clean you both up. he blows out the candles that light up your bedroom before wrapping you both up in blankets and furs

he lays on his back, tucking you under his arm so you can rest your head on his shoulder. you lay away from him, wrapping your arms around his bicep and pressing your face into the muscle

in tune with his usual character, he doesn’t say a word to you but this is progress, you think. a soft smile gracing your lips as you drift off into a peaceful slumber

bad girls club — gc with rafe and barry !

because some people asked <333 warnings: mentions of a threesome, i think that’s it!

This is the money Marge. Reblog for good fortune

I’ll do butcher!ghost one better and give him the chunkiest fattest twin babies who love everything and their daddy especially

PLEASE DO IT HE DESERVES IT

Two chubby happy babies who are only a month old but they are already so happy and giggly!! Especially at their parents!! You are pretty sure that your babies most likely weren't let down even for a bit from the time they were born, always in your or Simon's arms.

And Butcher!Simon even after 9 months of your pregnancy and then the month of the cubs being here still can't believe he's a daddy :(( He legit just can't comprehend that his deepest desire came true, to have a small family with you by his side but he's constantly reminded of that whenever he looks at the chubby smiling faces of your happy twins as they coo and breath loudly when they see their papa :((

A smile never fails to split his scarred, stubbled face as he kneels in front of you as you grin down at him as he nuzzles his babies faces <33