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Chubby!fairy reader being the only fairy able to take human cock does do something to me…

Cute lil fairy reader being used by elves, humans, and other creatures alike because you’re just so small and cute.

An elf lifts your skirt, his finger stretching out your tiny cunt as his lips take your plump breasts into his mouth. You’re bigger, about the size of a football, and with the shape of a plump woman.

He preps your little hole before pushing his tip in, barely able to fit even an inch before your squeaking and crying out for mercy, your chubby thighs spread as far as they can go.

Your tummy bulges when he cums, your little body exhausted as he stuffs you into his satchel, letting you rest while he plans on how he’ll play with you later~

He wonders if he can get you pregnant… and he’s excited to try. You’re all his now after all, how could he let anyone else stretch out that little pussy but him?

Soon your cunt will be shaped like his cock, and he’ll be the only one that can satisfy your little fairy body.

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Yandere town?? Live convenience store cashier or mall owner or police officer and paramedics or anything both platonic and romantic like the elders try to get reader married to their children etc

YASSS QUEEN 😛😛😛

Yan town who literally is obsessed with everything you do, like u could be drinking water and they'll praise you for drinking it

Yan town who literally has the biggest fanclub of you, they exchange pictures, and items that used to belong to you

Yan convenience store cashier who literally has the sluttiest clothes in his bag just in case you come in

Yan police officer that gets called everytime you try burning the town down, biting his lip while saying "N/n, your being a very naughty girl!~" He playfully slaps,and runs his fingers up and down on your arm.

Yan medic who is lowkey a baddie, litteraly whenever he hears that you have a cut, he puts on the most lil skirt possible, and literally brings out things that nurses would only use if your on fucking life support, acting as if your gonna die just because of a tiny ass cut

yan platonic elderly woman who begs you to marry her son. Her son was very attractive and rich, waving at you shyly as he thinks about the ways you could stroke and suck him off

Yan business man who tries to get you to be his secretary, begging you on his knees and shit. He literally kisses your feet anytime he is in a 5 mile radius of u

Yan farmer who literally is pushing 20 and acting like a middle school boy who barely hit puberty, humping at your shoe and everything. He gives you free fruits tho! Though, he does try to trade with you. Your panties for the fruits of course!

Yan cowboy who let you ride him and save his horse. He literally tells you to get on his horse with him, your in front of him as he guides the horse, his front leaning against your back. He tries to hide his huge boner, and how he's slowly thrusting it against you.

Yan loser who no one likes💀 if ur the angel of the town, he's the devil. He's a total weirdo, whenever he sees you, his hands immediately go for his pants, trying to patt his dick down. "H-hey, do you wa-wanna help me wit-with mini me?"

Yan platonic unc who tries to get you to go on a blind date with his niece. You finally went, and his niece was down bad for u. His niece wouldn't even eat his food, staring at you the whole time with heart eyes, and giggling at you

Yan old man who lets you be his sugar baby. You don't even do anything, all you have to do is sit there and look pretty, and he will give you the money. Very cutesy very demure

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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Between The Bloodshed (Series Masterlist)

Genre: Mafia!AU, Angst, Romance, Fluff

Pairing: OT7 x Reader

Characters: Doctor!Reader, Gangster!Namjoon, Gangster!Seokjin, Gangster!Yoongi, Gangster!Hoseok, Gangster!Jimin, Gangster!Taehyung, Gangster!Jungkook

Summary: Being a freelance doctor, this was just supposed to be any other job, helping a private client and taking care of them through recovery. But you were not expecting to get caught in something so much darker that would change your life entirely.

Warning: This story is fictional and has nothing to do with real life events or the actual members of BTS. It may contain depictions of violence, blood shed/ gore and mentions of abuse. Please read at your own discretion. 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5 

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Epilogue

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Drabble List

We have yandere school,, but what about yan! Restaurant? 👀

You've only ever visited this particular restaurant once, but the food was just so good that you can't help but come back from time to time! And, oh.. The workers and manager there can't help but favor you a lot more than the rest ♡

I'm not sure if you meant it in the sense that the restaurant is a regular, normal business, and the staff became obsessed with you, or if the restaurant is quite literally advertised as a yandere service. I went for the latter, for the memes. Content: gender neutral reader, parody?, horde of (adult) yanderes

Yandere!Restaurant provides you with an extensive list of employees to choose from. From grey-haired and soft-spoken, to brash and youthful; the restaurant guarantees you will find your matching server within their impressive catalog.

Alright, where is the menu? Most customers are indeed taken aback when presented with a leather-bound book of blank pages. The gesture is quickly followed by a second, much thinner folder: a questionnaire, and an agreement to be stalked.

You see, Yandere!Restaurant has a particular modus operandi - you provide them with the basics: your full name and date of birth. Everything else will be uncovered by the yandere themselves. Once they have found you, the true serving process begins.

The first part is always the longest, hence their recommendation to book months in advance if you're a new customer. It's the research phase. Your chosen server will follow you around and gather all the needed information.

"No, thank you, it's too sweet for me", you tell a friend offering you some of their snack. From within the shadows, a cloaked figure scribbles down furiously.

The second and final phase is your usual dining experience. You are seated at the table and presented with your dishes. They have been carefully curated to match your taste in that very moment. Maybe you'd recently hoped you could eat your childhood favorite again. Maybe you'd seen a social media post about a trending dessert, and wished to try it out yourself. No matter the reason, know that it has been skillfully uncovered by your loyal server.

"This is..."

You gasp quietly and cover your mouth with a napkin. The taste is exquisite, filling you with a wave of nostalgia. How did they know? This is exactly what you wanted.

Why, of course. It was made with utmost love and attention. Won't you visit them again, (Y/N)?

[More Yandere Scenarios]

yandere!rich boy with socialite!streamer!reader imagine

warnings: strong language, drug/alcohol usage, sexual references, fem!reader, subtle hints of obsessive thoughts, delusional thoughts, gaslighting/manipulation, masculine toxicity. minors dni.

Special thanks to @thatstrangesheep for helping me polish this draft to the best it can be, and @hotnbloodied for giving me inspiration when I least expected with their own piece revolving around a yandere!rich boy. I'll leave the link to their work here. Also thanks to @deathmetalunicorn1 for helping me find the right pic for this fic.

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

divider by @cafekitsune

The Everetts have been in charge of the high society hierarchy since the city’s foundation over two hundred years ago, becoming leaders in the steel industry and later other areas of business. Each member in this family has been successful, and they all had high expectations of their children as soon as they were able to go to school: become well-rounded in academics and sports, rub shoulders with the right people and never bring any shame to their legacy. 

Unfortunately, Sebastian Everett has already achieved the title of black sheep at twenty; indulging in casual sex, snorting white lines of crack in an attempt to drown out his grandfather’s boring-ass lectures and try to peek down the hot secretary’s too tight blouse. His stellar marks in Chemistry, Calculus, and other difficult subjects were his only saving grace from being disinherited. He knew how to apply himself. He just doesn’t feel the need to.

Is he immature and spoiled? Absolutely. Does he care? Not really. Why stress about it all, when trying to be perfect when it isn’t humanly possible? Life isn’t supposed to all work and no play. Yes, he's fucked up a lot. But hey, who hasn't at his age? Plus, no matter what he does or the career path he'll ultimately take, it will never be good enough. Not to his granddad, not to his parents, nobody. And you know what? He's fine with that. He's always managed to do well on his own without their help.

Now, imagine this insufferable bloke meeting you, a sweet little darling at one of the family’s annual galas. He knows who is who on the social scene, and this sheep’s family were rich and famous. Just not like him. The cherry on top is that he knows you’re faking it. Why? Because you attend the same university as he does, sharing only a couple of classes because your major is different from his own. You weren’t that special, and you certainly looked like you could loosen up a little. So being the nice guy he is, Sebastian swooped in with a smile and offered you something to help relax, preferably on the back veranda when no one usually hung out during happy hour.

To his surprise and embarrassment, you politely declined his offer before excusing yourself to join some other chicks that just showed up. The fuck? Did you seriously brush up a once-in-lifetime opportunity to hang out with the guy everyone wants to be their friend and amp up their social status? Yes, he knows he's an asshole but damn it this was an insult. Big time. 

He utilized the best tech team money could buy and had a list of your social media accounts in his room Monday morning. After all, there’s no better way to make someone so arrogant know their place in this city than trash their social media accounts. They are a fucking lifeline nowadays; one false move, one nasty little comment, and you were history, finished, forever chained to a part-time job at McDonald’s. God, he is a genius. He is great and yet he is humble. 

He looked through your Viewtube account and saw your most popular ones were either titled study with me or write with me for an hour, gentle piano music. University application advice or tips or capsule wardrobing was a close second. Wait, what? Writing vlogs? The fuck, what were you trying to be, the next Ernest Hemingway or some shit?

“Hey guys, it’s [Username] and welcome back to my channel. For those who are new here, welcome, welcome. I do all sorts of videos on here, so feel free to look around and see what tickles your fancy. In today’s content, I’ll be showing you the next part in my journey for querying an agent for my cozy fantasy novel that I’ve been working on for the last six months. 

I know it’s been a while since the last video, I apologize but things have gotten a little crazy in my corner of the world. All righty, so with that being said, today is ---- and let’s see if I got anything back from the querying letters I sent out. If you all wanna see how this whole crazy journey started, I’ll leave the link down below to the very first episode….”

Before Sebastian realized what was happening, he spent the entire morning watching your writing vlog series right up to the new episode. Holy shit. You were actually real and not fake?! He’s seen a lot of ViewTubers and scrolled through TikTok videos between classes. He knows if someone is putting on a pretty face and aesthetic to rake in the dough for their channel or ramp up the number of subscribers so they can have bragging rights when they reach over 100k. He’s got 500k and counting on his Instagram. 

But you’ve got almost 300k? Just for writing vlogs, fashion advice, and tips on university application processes?! And you started this channel almost two years ago?!

So how come you still rejected him? It didn’t make any sense! Wait, wait. What if he donated to your channel? I mean, you’re not broke or shit but previous posts have shown live-streaming write with me videos where all the donations go to a charity fundraiser to support reading programs? Or was it for an after-school lunch program? 

Whatever it is, he’ll pitch in. If there is a goal you need to meet, he’ll help out under an anonymous name. He can take his time, slowly winning over your trust and appreciation. You want a bigger studio? He can find one with just a phone call to a real estate agent. You need help finding a querying agent? No sweat. Give him a list and he’ll persuade them to give your manuscript a chance. He’s got the connections, the money, so much more than you could ever imagine. All he wants in exchange for his generosity is to take you out for some coffee. Who knows? Maybe he’ll reveal himself as a big fan of your blog, and you’ll finally realize what a great catch he is. 

Just don’t run away this time, okay?

To his surprise, you accepted the random invitation to a coffee date after class on the condition that there would be no casual sex involved. Just caffeine and conversation between two university students for a good hour, or until your next lecture starts. He learned that you had some baggage of your own too. You might not be as rich or as influential as his family, but your family had high expectations for you as well. They wanted you to stop indulging in your Viewtubing 'hobby' and start focusing on the real world.

Streaming content doesn't pay the bills. You are supposed to take over the family business someday. Either that or marry someone just as rich or if not richer and your spouse will take over. It's your choice in the end, just don't be an embarrassment.

After that, he took pity on you and asked if you wanted to hang out a bit more. As friends, of course. Maybe become something a little more if he played his cards right. It'll suck with no drugs and no hook-ups for a while, but his parents might give him just a tiny bit more freedom for 'dating' a picture-perfect girl, right? And this arrangement totally works out for you too!

He just didn't expect the plan to take almost six months to accomplish. You were stubborn all right, and definitely not a picture-perfect girl. What is easy for him is twice as hard for you, yet you were willing to put the effort in whatever assignment or task you had to do. Hell, even making your Viewtube content takes a lot of time because everything has to be perfect, from the lighting and sound to your makeup.

Is it possible to fall more in love with someone than he already is with you? 'Cause he didn't think that being sober and being in your company gave him the best fuckin' high he didn't think was possible.

When the two of you decided to go together at the McGregor’s spring gala, dressed to the nines and playing nice with the other big-wigs, Sebastian thought his family would actually approve of you and know you’re the reason he’s turned over a new leaf.

Alas, they weren’t happy. They were pissed. So were your folks. And just like a scene outta Romeo and Juliet, two star-crossed lovers were separated, forbidden from ever seeing each other again because of their parents. In this modern adaptation, it was due to the high expectations they’ve placed on their children.

“Seb, how could you? I thought you were seeing Marc’s little girl! You remember her, don’t you? We introduced you to each other last month, she goes to same campus as you! Her family is practically a cornerstone in the city’s medical care system! She is going to be a cardiac surgeon. A surgeon for Christ’s sake, and you’re with a streamer? I gave you one simple job, find a worthy fiancée! But even you can’t get that right!” His father grumbled as he pulled him by the arm towards the opposite end of the ballroom.

His mother was right beside him, squeezing his hand with her jeweled one and cooing in his ear.

“Oh honey, [First Name] is a lovely girl but we know you can do so much better than her! She’s not like us. You know that, right? Do you want our family to fall into ruins? To lose our comfortable lifestyle?”

But all Sebastian could feel was his heart plummeting into his stomach as he saw your figure become smaller and smaller, until you vanished completely from his line of sight. No.

No, no, no! This isn’t fair! He’s been good, he’s clean and he hasn’t fucked around with anyone ever since you two started dating! WHY CAN’T YOU LET US BE HAPPY TOGETHER, YOU ASSHOLES?!

©️do not repost or use any of the characters depicted here without the author’s permission. forbidden-sunlight, 2024

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