[Groundskeeper Reader Tugs On A Random Killer's Shirt, Tilting Their Head Curiously.]

[Groundskeeper Reader tugs on a random killer's shirt, tilting their head curiously.]

Killer: Eh? Need something, Groundskeeper?

[Reader tugs harder, motioning for them to remove their shirt.]

Killer: R-right here? We're in the middle of the lobby!

[Reader nods, letting go-]

Killer, blushing: A... alright.... Don't go snitching to the boss about this.....Next time let's go somewhere private

[The killer takes off their shirt which Reader quickly takes - adding the bloody cloth to their laundry hamper as they turn to leave.]

Killer #2, walking by: Did you seriously think they were about to have sex with you in the center of the lobby?

Killer #1: Oh, so we can torture and kill guests in here, but sex is off the table??

Cat Hybrid Reader with Tentacle Maid Boy- Feral Cat Reader sees one of his tentacles peeking out his dress and thinks "Calamari...." Biting one of his arms would normally be a death sentence, but Cat Hybrid Reader is so cute with their ears and tail, plus it looks like the poor thing hasn't eaten in days! He knows all to well what that's like- He can forgive someone biting him just this once - as long as Reader stays with him in the manor. His room is nice and spacious so Reader should be happy. If they leave him after they've left a mark on his heart it'll just snap right in two-

Cat Hybrid Reader could also become Groundskeeper later on as a way to pay back the maid for all he's done for them. He insists they needn't worry about such silly matters, but Reader is a little bored in his room all day- They'd be able to see each other more often too.

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Tentacle Maid: Ouch! Who bit my arm?! I'll have the kitchen staff grind you into mince meat and see how you like being eaten!

[Cat Hybrid Reader cowers away, ears pressed flat against their head.]

Tentacle Maid - anger melting away: Oh, hello there. Was it you who bit me? How could a darling like yourself cause so much pain? You look unwell. Might you be hungry?

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Tentacle Maid: Dearest? Have you seen my wheelchair? I can't find it anywhere.

[Cat Hybrid Reader sleeps in his wheelchair beside a window with the perfect amount of sun bleeding through.]

Tentacle Maid: Oh!.... I should let you rest. Return it once you're done, won't you?

[Cat Hybrid Reader - awoken by his voice - pulls the maid into the chair and quickly climbs on top of him, laying their head on his shoulder.]

Tentacle Maid, petting their head: This works too...

-

[Cat Hybrid Reader puts on the groundskeeper's hat - their ears popping out of sides as they adjust it.]

Tentacle Maid: Ahhh! You're too precious! Please stay in my bedroom forever! I'll bring you all the seafood you could ever want- I'll brush your hair and give you all the love this world has denied you!

I've kept my promise and returned with dino smut. Switch it to a dinosaur hybrid if you're too afraid of the full package. Content: gender neutral reader, NSFW (gangbang), monster dinosaur smut

"You've got to be kidding me."

You kick the wheel and walk away, trying to steady your breathing. This can’t be happening. Behind you, the guide continues to tinker with the car engine. He has a reassuring smile plastered on his face, but you can tell from the cold beads of sweat that he’s just as terrified.

You are stranded in a desert filled with dinosaurs. Scientific miracle? Sure. Presently your death sentence, too.

“Don’t walk too far from the vehicle, (Y/N), otherwise I can’t reach you in time if something happens.”

“What, you have a black belt in dinosaur fighting or something?” you scoff at the man.

“Now listen, do you think we didn’t anticipate these scenarios? I am equipped with this little guy here”, he says, pulling out a small, electric device. “Has enough juice in it to shock a T-Rex.”

Maybe he has a point. The Jurassic Park proudly dons a reputation of flawless service and guaranteed safety. Surely they must be equipped to deal with something as insignificant as a car breaking down in the middle of a guided tour.

You attempt to smile back, gathering some courage. In your newfound peace you didn’t really notice that the massive rock behind the car has moved, or that it was never a rock to begin with.

A wide row of razor teeth engulfs your official tour guide, and the enormous mandible closes with a loud snap. The upper half of the man detaches in a surreal, surgical cleanliness. You stare, mouth agape. It takes you a second to process the execution you’ve just witnessed, but the ear-shattering screech swiftly wakes you out of your trance.

Escaping from an entire pack of ancient predators feels rather futile, but that doesn't stop you from crawling up the steep hill, hoping the damned creatures can't follow. Had you known your comfortable car ride required survival skills, you would've worn a different pair of pants.

What's even more ridiculous is the nature of your perpetrator. Of course, you tell yourself, you had to trust a company that can't differentiate between the Cretaceous and the Jurassic. What's one or two million years? What's one or two dead humans in the grand statistics of their park?

You finally reach the top of the hill, and trip over some overgrown roots. Your collapse is cushioned by the scarce bushes patching the ground. Suddenly, you feel the branches vibrating against your burnt cheeks. Dear Lord, futile indeed. The heavy, bulky legs of the Carnotaurus approach you in a chaotic trample, nonchalantly stepping over your last bits of hope.

Knees scraping against the rocks, you close your eyes and shield your face, bent over like some beggar awaiting punishment. You're petrified. Did the guide feel anything when his innards stretched and tore under the unforgiving mouth?

The rough, scaly skin of the monster brushes against the back of your thighs. There it is! Flesh coming undone, bones giving in to the...wait. What are they doing, exactly? You subtly tilt your head, trying to catch a glimpse of the strange event.

It seems that your resigned position has given them different ideas. The horned beasts investigate your scent with peculiar interest. A brief altercation ensues, in which they lock their horns together and their tails swing around threateningly, nearly crushing you in their blind aggression. You cry out and try to distance yourself from the thundering scene, but a clawed foot pins you back into the ground.

You suspect your present captor is the winner of the conflict, standing above you triumphantly as the others wait aside. Is this the part where you become a grand meal? Its enormous teeth graze your clothing, and the threads come undone.

In a most unexpected turn of events, it's you who ends up stuffed. You don't know what pain to focus on: your back hurts from the rhythmic swaying, bare skin grating against the parched earth; your privacy is burning from the sudden, invasive stretch, as the creature buries itself deeper with each hungry pound.

Eventually, a familiar knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach. The thrusts become smoother, your legs weaker. Shameless moans begin to roll out of your drooling mouth, and you hold onto the Carnotaurus' rugged hips. Its mouth is slightly open, panting and groaning, blowing hot air against your already feverish body.

Your own high is interrupted by a thick, hot wave of fluid abruptly crashing against your inner walls. The beast detaches itself from you, leaving you heaving, dripping and sighing in disappointment. The least you could've gotten from this erotic absurdity was a decent orgasm.

Your naked body is suddenly shrouded in shadow. You look up to see a different member of the pack positioning itself between your legs. Glancing at the others, a horrifying, perverted thought occurs to you: they're taking turns, fucking you relentlessly.

Perhaps you will get your chance, after all. Or multiple.

Cuddle time with big moth man :)

He has so much love to share, and he’s really good at hugging!

What does Daos, the Romanian werewolf boy look like? What is his personality like? What was his childhood like and what made him want to be a warrior? Did his parents do some witchcraft or offerings to the gods to have a son so big and unnaturally strong? Why was he betrayed by his own people? May we get a story of how was like in battle before he became a werewolf? Love your OC!

Yandere!Werewolf Headcanons

I’m so glad the wolf boy is liked! I genuinely didn’t expect much when I wrote the story, but he’s definitely grown on me as I researched and expanded his lore. Here’s a little doodle of how I imagined him, plus a little background. I couldn’t think of any particular war story, but I came up with a funny reasoning for it instead.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, character info

Background. Daos came from a family of tarabostes, or cavalry nobles. While Dacian society was divided into priests, nobles and peasants, all of them were trained for battle. "A hand above the weapon, and another holding the plough" is how they were described. Much of their culture revolved around war. Thus, even as a child, Daos spent most of his time sparring. He'd always had a sturdy build: he was taller that most of his peers, could work for hours without breaks, and his wounds were quick to heal. He was sent to serve in the army before he even reached his teenage years.

Was there witchcraft involved? Not at all. Everyone seemed to agree, however, that such strength and tenacity were not a mere coincidence. Clearly this boy had been sent by Zalmoxis himself, perhaps as a reward for their relentless pursue for victory. Daos carried the flag of the wolf-headed dragon through countless battles.

Why was he the one to be sacrificed? Well, because he was the chosen one, naturally. What better messenger for the Heavens than the godsent gift itself? Daos absolutely despised his reputation as a blessing from above.

With you. In his human form, he is quiet and reserved. You suspect the blinding aggression of his werewolf self is reminiscent of days long gone. The fearless warrior who lived for bloodshed has fallen into slumber, only awakening under the guide of a full moon. You can only imagine what kind of battlegrounds required such boundless violence, as he speaks little of his barbaric past.

Maybe it’s too painful to remember, you assumed.

“Before I died, you mean?” he asks with a raised eyebrow, looking up from his book. “I didn’t think you’d be curious about it.”

“I didn’t want to intrude, and you never mention it”, you explain sheepishly.

“That’s…” he purses his lips, visibly uncomfortable. “I just assumed you’d find it boring. I’m an old man. I didn’t want to saddle you with embarrassing war stories.”

You watch as a deep blush spreads across his face.

“Oh my God”, you remark, baffled by the realization. “Is that why you never…you’re terrible at this.”

He gently pats his lap.

“Come here. I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

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yandere!regis adri floyen with fem!reader headcanons

warnings: arranged marriage, spoilers, aged up!reader [early to late twenties], possessiveness, obsessed or delusional thoughts, imprisonment, mentions of emotional abuse, minors dni.

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Hey guys, hope you all have been well! :) Today is my birthday, so I decided to celebrate it by uploading some headcanons featuring the winner from the poll I made last time and consequently one of my all-time favorite characters, Duke Regis Adri Floyen from Father I Don't Want This Marriage!

For those who didn't know, tomorrow will also be the official English release of this manhwa! I can't wait for my preorder to come in the mail 🥰

Special thanks to @dreamlessnight for being my collaborator on this piece and giving me the motivation to finish it!

So with that being said, sit back, relax, and enjoy :)

divider by @cafekitsune

Arranged marriages rarely end in mutual happiness. It was no wonder why your own father, a humble baron, had offered you up as a sacrificial lamb on the altar in the figurative and literal sense. He did it to attain the Emperor’s good graces, and bring more wealth to the impoverished lands. Or gamble it all away in the underground casino again. 

Imagine your surprise upon finding out the identity of your chosen husband: the Ashen Empire’s greatest swordsman, Duke Regis Adri Floyen.

Despite knowing he was still devoted to his deceased wife and the mother of his daughter Jubelian, you had naively hoped that you could at least become a friend to him. Someone to confide in, to discuss on how to improve the lives of the people who lived in the duchy, and above all else help raise his only child into a remarkable young woman who deserved nothing but the best.

Perhaps…maybe even fall in love as the two of you got to know each other. 

Yet your new husband never looked at you again after the wedding night. He never sought your company, insisted on doing everything himself, including managing the household, and worst of all, he neglected Jubelian. The poor thing was that her father never loved her and fell head over heels for a man after comforting her on the night of her failed debut in high society. You tried to tell her that Mikhail Hessen was only interested in the power that came from marrying into the Floyen household, but Jubelian did not heed your warning. 

But it had all come to nothing. The palace authorities imprisoned Jubelian in the underground prison for attempting to poison the crown princess, and the Emperor dispatched an assassin to kill you. Punishment for not stooping to your father’s level to gain the Emperor’s favor by trying to control his most trusted soldier. 

Now, here you awakened in your own quarters and not drowning in a pool of your blood. You did not know how or why, but you were almost ten years younger again. You went back to the day when the Emperor announced your engagement to Regis. Jubelian would have been seven by now. 

Have you gone back in time? Are you doomed to suffer in the memories of a loveless marriage through a magic spell? Magic existed in abundance long ago, so it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch to consider the possibility that the Emperor had possessed some of it and inflicted its power on the people who have disappointed him. Someone like you. 

Is it terrible to think that you wanted to keep your distance from Regis and pray that the Emperor found someone else to be his wife? Even when there is no way for you to defy the Emperor’s will as you stood in the cathedral for the second time, dressed in all white?

But if history is doomed to repeat itself, why does Regis’ eyes light up with a glimmer as he watches you walk down the aisle? No. No, it was impossible. There is no way he could be happy with this situation. He didn’t need a wife. He just wanted to be left alone. So, that’s what you will do. 

You will not allow yourself to think of him as nothing more than a friend. You will put Jubelian’s happiness above your own and make sure she will find a good husband who is not Mikhael Hessen. 

In the beginning, Regis will admit that he ignored you. How could he? The Emperor had arranged the marriage to keep a closer eye on him and you were not Amelia. You could never be Amelia, the love of his life and the mother of his child. But you tried. You tried to be a good duchess. You tried to look after Jubelian, yet both of you had died by the Emperor’s machinations. And he would never forgive that bastard, the hypocritical nobles, and everyone else involved in your deaths.

Filled with grief and no will to live anymore, he sacrificed himself for a chance to turn back the hands of time for Jubelian. To start over and make sure his precious daughter did not die again in his arms. To try to actually understand you. 

That is why he had agreed to go through the marriage again. To welcome you as the new duchess and introduce you to his daughter. Her shyness in the past surprised you and made you believe that Jubelian initially hated you, so you refrained from making any kind of contact with her.

 But instead of being perplexed by her behavior, you kneeled down to her height and smiled. “It is an honor to meet the young lady of the house.” You said softly. “I hope we can be friends.”

Jubelian smiles and gracefully accepts your offer, shyly dipping her tiny body into a curtsy. Your own smile widened, and you stood up to your full height before you mimicked her pose. 

Regis felt elated. The two most important women in his life had made a connection. He wasted no time in giving orders for wedding preparations, even though the engagement ceremony occurred only a week ago. 

Congratulations, congratulations, congratulations! Anything important should be said three times. You have officially become the darling of Duke Regis Adri Floyen, the most powerful swordsman in the Ashen Empire. 

As this man’s precious darling, you deserve nothing but the best of the best. Clothes, food, jewels, anything your heart desired. If there is any hobby or activity that you enjoy doing or wish to partake in when you weren’t entertaining the nobles or being entertained in their estates during the social season, Regis will support you. He wants you to be happy. 

In exchange for this life of comfort and being the recipient of his unwavering love, you will have your freedom stripped away. Well, probably not.  It will really depend on your obedience. He has already lost everything once, and he will not allow his happiness to be taken away from him again. 

He will try to avoid using force to make you behave. The most he would do is lock you up in your quarters for a few days with no contact to the outside world, unless Jubelian asks him to remove it because she believes you have been punished enough or are showing symptoms of illness. 

This man has eyes and ears everywhere. Nothing gets past him. He’s very observant and catalogs every little change in you and Jubelian in the back of his mind. You were different. So was his daughter. 

Unfortunately, time did not allow his precious child to remain a sweet little angel who loved rabbits and was frightened of small animals. She grew up in a beautiful lady and genuinely thought Mikhail had her true love for three years. But then she broke up with Mihail, proclaiming in front of him and you that her former lover realized he wasn’t the man she believed he was. 

If she were to marry a man, he had to have looks, status, and wealth. 

But the only one who could even be considered an equal to his daughter in all three qualities is his disciple, who is irresponsible and tyrannical. Max. No. Absolutely not. That will not happen. The crown prince, or any man in this accursed empire, is worthy enough to marry her. 

In this timeline, it will just be you, him, and Jubelian living a peaceful life in the duchy. If anyone tries to take his happiness away from him again, he can’t guarantee that he will take up his sword and kill off the entire imperial court. 

He’s willing to do anything for the family the three of you are. So why do you insist on staying away? 

Has he not provided for your every need? Every desire? Why do you pull away as if his touch burns your perfect skin? Why do you keep to yourself when all he wants is to know your every secret? Why are you so different from your past self? Why? Why? Why? 

Won’t you please just let him into your heart once more?

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