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i-drop-level-one-loot · 9 months

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*NSFW* How to train your pet Human (Yandere!Alien X GN!Reader)

CW: Mind break, training, human pet, pet/owner relationship, humiliation, dub-con, non-con, dead dove

Pt 2, pt 3

(Reader) sat quietly and fearfully in a small cage that didn't allow for any wiggle room, their legs falling asleep under them from being in the same position for so long. They didn't remember how they got here, in a cage surrounded by freaks in what seemed to be a street market, only remembering walking home from the convenience store a little past midnight and seeing a white, blinding light before passing out.

Aliens of all shapes stuck their disgusting faces towards the bars of (Reader's) cage, speaking in sounds that didn't sound like speech at all. (Reader) watched as sniffling cages near them were bought one by one, and feared for their future.

After nearly an entire day (Reader) felt their cage lift high above the ground without shaking, and witnessed a tall creature draped with beautiful deep blue robes raise the cage to get a better look at (Reader's) face without needing to bend down. And bending down to the tiny cage must have been impossible without dirtying it's knees, since it seemed over seven feet tall.

It's face face was smooth, with large, opal colored eyes eyes in a hard shelled face. There was no nose, or lips, on its black and purple iridescent face. It spoke in a human like voice, in an earth language (Reader) couldn't understand.

"What?" Their voice was dry from dehydration.

"I asked what language you speak."

The voice was higher than expected, and melodic, yet still masculine. He lowered the cage to his hip, but didn't set (Reader) down, exchanging chatter with the seller and handing over a bag full of, what (Reader) assumed to be, some type of currency.

(Reader) was carried back to what looked like to be a large ship, dying of anxiety over what was going to become of them. They passed through multiple corridors and gateways, before entering a room decorated with glass cases and blue drapery the same color as the alien's cloak. He placed the cage on the floor and unlatched it, stepping back to give (Reader) space.

They tried to stand, but their legs were dead from the hours they spent bent doubled over. They cried in pain as the feeling began to slowly tingle down their thighs to their feet.

"What is wrong, human?"

(Reader) wiped away the snot and tears rolling down their chin. "My-My legs are numb from sitting in the cage. It hurts."

The one who bought (Reader) reached under their arm pits, raising them up and sitting them on a very high desk. He reached with what looked like scaled hands and began to massage their legs. (Reader) whined in discomfort, both at the pain and the uncomfortable situation, fearful to push the much taller creature away. Now that they were out of the cage, the alien was much taller and imposing, visibly sleek bodied under the fabric, but not scrawny, (Reader) could feel his strength.

"What is your name, human?"

"...(Reader)."

"(Reader)." He practiced saying their name, still massaging their legs. "I am Kirtch."

(Reader) nervously fiddled with the bottom of their shirt. "Why am I here?"

Kirtch pried his eyes away from their legs, looking down into (Reader's) scared face. "This will be your new home."

"What?" (Reader's) heart dropped into their stomach.

"I promise your safety, (Reader). I will do my best to provide you with comfort." Kirtch picked (Reader) up again, but didn't set them down, carrying them around the room giving them a little tour. The room was actually three, entering from the main hall into a study first, with another door leading to a bedroom, a small restroom hidden within that.

"I didn't expect to be bringing you home, so I don't have any human furniture yet. Although I've never owned a human before there is no need for you to fret, I have done extensive research, and I am confident as a first time owner."

(Reader) only just began to fully realize what was happening to them. "I.. I want to go home." The back of their throat got tight, choking back a sob painfully. Their nose began to tingle and they knew they wouldn't be able to hold back their tears for long.

Kirtch rubbed their back in what was supposed to be a comforting manor, but his hands were harder than a humans, and it was rough against their skin. "You'll feel better once your adjustment period is over. I shall bring you something to eat. It won't be a cultural dish from your planet, but it will be made of human safe ingredients."

(Reader) stretched their legs while trying to smile through their tears. 'Like hell. I'd rather die.'

They watched as he left the room, wondering how far away the kitchen or dining area was from the room they were in. (Reader) waited for a few minutes after Kirtch left before shakily rushing towards the door. But the door had no handles or knobs, it was a flat wall with barley any indication that there was an opening at all. They touched all over the spot (Reader) had seen the tall man had placed his hand, but nothing happened.

"no no nO NO!" They slapped the "door" in frustration. Time for plan B. (Reader) pressed their back against the wall, as flat as they could muster, just trying to make sure they wouldn't be visible in Kirtch's peripherals. The fear was destroying the lining of (Reader's) stomach, gurgling uncomfortably.

A whirring noise activated as Kirtch entered the room, holding a tray in his hands. It was quick, but (Reader) snuck right behind Kirtch and out the room without him noticing, right before the automatic door slid shut. The walls of the hallway were very tall and slightly rounded, made out of a blue metal. (Reader) began running in the direction they remembered entering from. They knew the probability that they were still on land was slim, but dying was better than being kept a prisoner without any hope of returning home.

(Reader) made it down only one hallway before strong hands effortlessly lifted them under their armpits. They kicked while crying, not seemingly phasing Kirtch in the slightest. He brought them back to his room, and his lack of anger hurt (Reader's) pride; it was good that he wasn't furious, threatening to hurt them, but his calmness reinforced the futility of (Reader's) escape attempt.

"That was my fault. I read that humans were prone to escaping, especially in the adjustment period. I should have expected this." He sat down, a deep imitation of a sigh rumbling through his hard chest. Kirtch sat down in his large chair in front of his desk, and laid (Reader) across his knees as their face fell. "Knowing this is my fault brings me no joy for what I need to do, however the manual did say that humans will test authority and will continue to do so if not punished."

(Reader) protested while squirming, incapable of breaking free as Kirtch slid their pants down to their thighs, exposing their bare bottom. His shelled hand was cold against their skin. (Reader) clenched to prepare themselves for contact, but it was useless against the inhuman slap, his hard flesh resulting in a sharp pain like they had been struck with a paddle instead of a hand. They yelped, squeezing their thighs together as the tears began to form again.

Another slap connected with their ass painfully, stinging as their tender rear began to bruise.

"I'm so-sorry!" (Reader) blubbered, another whack rippling their buttocks aggressively.

"Humans may appear remorseful, however this is self defense tactic to cease the pain they are experiencing. Unless one establishes themselves as the dominant force, they will continue to act out."

"No! I really am sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!" Their voice cracked as they screamed out the apology between sobs and slaps.

Kirtch smiled, rubbing the skin he had split open, stinging the fresh cuts. "I shall finish with your punishment for now. I do not wish to spoil you, but I would be lying if I didn't have a soft spot for you, my cute little pet. The next time this happens I will not be so gentle.."

(Reader) widened their eyes in horror. That was gentle?!

"Would you rather spend your first night in my bed, or shall I prepare a nest on the floor for you? I will buy a suitable human bed for you tomorrow, of course, but until then..?"

"The floor." (Reader) replied a little too quickly.

A "nest" of bedding was constructed, and (Reader) did find it quite comfortable, but refused to sleep, fearful that at any moment they would be in danger. They rested for what only felt like three or fours hours, max, before Kirtch rose from his bed and begun his day. His routine was uncannily similar to a human's, rising and dressing in his robe, stretching and leaving to five something to eat. It only enraged (Reader) further at their inhumane treatment.

"I am not a dog." They whispered to themselves, as though fearful they would forget.

The ship must have been still docked at the trader's colony, because throughout the day gifts for (Reader) were brought into Kirtch's room and office. With each piece of "human" furniture Kirtch would happily rub (Reader's) head, petting them like an animal and waiting for them to show some kind of sign that they enjoyed their new toys. But (Reader) showed no such sign, feeling humiliated as they were treated like a cat instead of an adult human. But they didn't snack away Kirtch's hand, or tell him off, scared of being punished again, so they simply sulked, trying to hide from his gaze so they could disassociate without interruption.

His new pet's attitude was making Kirtch worried. He flipped through the human owning handbook, wondering what he could be doing wrong. They seemed so stressed, and Kirtch felt it was far worse than the normal stress of a new environment. Then Kirtch flipped to an interesting chapter on chemical responses. "If your human has pent up frustrations or stress, a fun way to help them relieve themselves is the manual release of the chemical oxytocin..."

(Reader) hid under a box, hating the irony of their hiding place while they tried to formulate a new escape plan, now knowing that they were in fact still connected to some type of land. Not every alien could be a cruel monster, there had to be some kind of interplanetary animal rights group or space hippies. The box was lifted and removed from (Reader) sat to the side as Kirtch smiled down on them.

"I'm sorry I haven't been playing with you, pet. I've been so busy trying to make this room more comfortable for you that I have been unintentionally neglecting you." He scooped (Reader) up into his arms, and brought them over to his desk, which he had already cleared off. (Reader) nervously glanced around, wondering what was going to happen to them. "But I wanted to help you become acclimated to your new home. And you still feel more comfortable the sooner we ease your stress." He pulled out a box and a couple of strange bottles with syringes.

(Reader) scrambled to get away, but was quickly held down by one hand, being shushed in what was supposed to be a calming manner. One of the strange bottles filled the syringe, making (Reader) thrash harder. Kirtch pulled down their pants, revealing their still sore ass cheeks, and stuck in the needle, injecting them with the unknown liquid. (Reader) cried out as a warm sensation rippled through their body, turning their limbs to jello and making it difficult to breathe.

Kirtch released them, seeing that they could no longer run from him. (Reader) growled, pissed off that their body wouldn't act as they wanted it to. "What did you do to me?!" Their body was rapidly heating, becoming to feverish to hold up.

"If your human has pent up frustrations or stress, a fun way to help them relieve themselves is the manual release of the chemical oxytocin..." Kirtch opened the box next, revealing a strange rubber looking object shaped like a cup on the outside with polyps inside. "I have always wanted a pet human, (Reader), so I was very excited to see you for sale. You are the most attractive like human I've ever seen, and I promise to give you a long, happy life."

The device was placed on (Reader's) crotch, attaching itself to their pubic area without needing to be held on. It came to life, each nub moving on it's own as it rubbed (Reader's) growing erection. The contraption grew against (Reader's) body, enlarging to fill every hole and crevice, pulsating and writhing like a living creature.

"No! It feels gross! Take it off!" (Reader) screamed in fear, watching as their hips bucked against their will and their nipples hardened through their shirt. Tears over how unfair everything was pricked at their eyes. Kirtch lifted (Reader) into the sitting position, rubbing their back soothingly while giving them a better view of the throbbing toy violating them.

"Shh. There's a good pet.." His words felt like taunts to (Reader) as they kept approaching their orgasm.

(Reader's) body was shaking as it begged for release, but (Reader) held strong, trying to rob Kirtch of the satisfaction of seeing them crumble. Another bottle was opened, this one however was poured down (Reader's) throat before they had a chance to cognitively force themselves to close their mouth. The warm liquid was tasteless and odorless, but the effect was like an immediate five shots of vodka, clearing (Reader's) sinuses and plunging them into a drunken stupor.

"What..? What..?" (Reader) couldn't even form their sentence correctly. Their unfocused eyes drifted around confusedly before snapping down to their lower regions, feeling their stomach muscles clench in anticipation.

Kirtch continued to rub their head and chest, gently rubbing their head like a good puppy while he rolled their nipple between his harsh fingers. "Whose my good little pet?"

"Ahh! No.. I'm not a pet.." (Reader's) whimpering voice mewled pathetically, their quivering lips complimenting their sweaty visage. The tingling feeling that had been building was ready to overflow.

"Don't you want to cum, little pet? It's okay. I'll make sure to always keep you happy like this, all you have to do is ask nicely." Kirtch leaned in, amused by his human's drenched thighs soaking his desk, shaking from being denied their orgasm. Behind (Reader's) back, Kirtch held a remote. They would not achieve relief until they played the part of a good little pet.

Drool dripped down (Reader's) chin, unnoticed by their hazy mind. "I-I want to cum."

"What was that?"

"Please let me cum?" They moaned, trying to press themselves deeper into the toy.

A button was pressed outside of (Reader's) peripherals.

Their body rocked violently as (Reader) was finally allowed to achieve their climax. Kirtch continued to stroke their head affectionately, whispering words of praise to his little human as liquid dripped from between the toy and their wet holes.

Kirtch kissed the top of their damp head, still smiling over how adorable (Reader) was. Although he hoped his pet would come to love him and enjoy his company on their own, he was secretly excited to use this toy on his little pet again. He peeled the appliance off, causing (Reader) to twitch sensitively in Kirtch's arms. Their eyes were unfocused and glazed, but Kirtch found that it wasn't a bad look on (Reader).

"Why don't you lay down for a nap, little pet. We'll play some more when you wake up."

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere alien #yandere alien x reader #bd/sm pet #gender neutral reader #pet reader #pet human #cw dubcon #smut #brain dead #dead dove do not eat #not proofread #bad writing

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aphroditelovesu · 6 months

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Since requests are closing in a few days, I just wanted to put another one in. No rush go get it done of course!

I want to request a oneshot/reaction where Alexander gives reader a really, REALLY expensive necklace. Maybe it's a wedding present, a just because present , or something following the birth of the twins. You can decide what you want to do with that 😁!

Also, I keep picturing a necklace made of opal??? Not only is it a stunning gem stone, but it was also thought to be the tears of Zeus in ancient Greece, which would be an interesting tie to Alexander. Again, it's just a suggestion. You can use whatever gemstone you want!

Thanks, and take care ❤️❤️❤️!

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❝ 📜— lady l: this had been sitting in my drafts for a while and I finally decided to write it. I got a little carried away, so it's a little big, but I hope you like it and if you want to order anything else, feel free, anon! Good reading and forgive me for any mistakes! ❤️

❝tw: none, just fluff and very soft!Alexander.

❝📜pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader.

❝word count: 1,308.

Alexander wanted to find something to give you. Something expensive and extravagant, something that would leave you impressed.

He felt like he owed you that. Not only had you given birth to his children, but you were loved by him and he wanted to please you. He thought of several options: a horse, silk clothes, food and even drink. He still wasn't sure what you might like.

Until he had an idea after talking to Hephaestion. He was the one who gave you the idea of giving you a necklace made from a special and rare gem. And he knew it was the right choice to make.

It was no easy task to get a merchant to have the necklace he liked and deemed worthy of you to wear around your delicate neck, but after the fifth try with a different merchant, he finally knew what your gift should be. He decided to gift you with an opal necklace, a jewel that reflected the beauty and mystery of his passion.

It would change color and he would know that it would look beautiful and graceful on your neck. Everything about you was beautiful and graceful, so the necklace would only stand out on you and no one else.

This opulent piece was adorned with the most dazzling opals that could be found in the entire Empire. Each stone sparkled with vibrant colors, dancing like the aurora borealis reflected in the starry night. The necklace was a unique treasure, a harmony of opalescent hues, displaying hues of celestial blue, emerald green, and royal purple.

The merchant who sold it told him a story about the necklace and it was this story that convinced him to buy it. According to the Persian merchant, legend said that opals were gifts from star spirits, who bestowed their blessings on those who used them with love and wisdom. The necklace was not just a piece of jewelry, but a source of magical power. Its colors and reflections were believed to contain the essence of nature, connecting the wearer to the spiritual realms and bringing fortune and protection.

Whoever owned the opal necklace was seen as a keeper of ancient secrets, an heir to the ancient magic that flowed through the precious stones. It was said that opal possessed the ability to amplify intuition and creativity, allowing the wearer to see beyond the ordinary, opening doors to new possibilities and inspiration.

After this explanation, Alexander knew that this necklace must be yours. Not just because of your story, but because of who you were. From when you really came. No one was more worthy than you.

There was also another version of the story that convinced him to buy it. Knowing how religious Alexander was, the merchant also told him that the opal was made from the tears of Zeus. Long ago, at the beginning of Greek civilization, when the gods walked among mortals, Zeus, the mighty king of the gods, shed tears of joy and sorrow over human fate. These tears, upon touching the earth, transformed into radiant stones known as opals, carrying within them the duality of emotions of the great god.

Thus was born the opal, a legendary gem forged by Zeus' own tears. Each stone was shaped from divine emotions, capturing the essence of heaven and earth. Its unique iridescence reflected not only the colors of the rainbow, but also the contrasting feelings of joy and sadness, hope and despair, harmonized in an eternal dance of light and shadow. Ancient sages believed that the necklace was not just a manifestation of beauty, but rather a link between mortals and the gods. It was said that whoever wore the opal necklace would be enveloped in the protection of Zeus and would have the divine wisdom to navigate life's challenges.

And maybe when little Aella grew up, he could give her a necklace similar to the one he chose for you.

He smiled at the thought and with the necklace inside a small wooden box with gold ornaments, he walked to the room you shared in the Babylonian palace. Straightening his posture, Alexander knocked on the door and after hearing a soft ''come in'', he opened the door and smiled widely when he saw you sitting in a padded chair with Aella in one arm and Cyrus in the other. He fell silent when he realized the twins were asleep.

You looked at him and smiled softly when you saw what he had in his hands. Alexander placed the box on a table next to the bed and approached you, carefully taking Cyrus in his arm. You smiled lovingly when you saw him cuddling the baby in his arms.

Whispering, Alexander says, ''I have something for you.''

You smiled and asked curiously, ''What is it?''

Alexander carefully picked up the box with the arm that wasn't swinging Cyrus and placed him on your lap, looking at you expectantly. You smiled and opened the box with a little difficulty due to the sleeping child in your arms. Your eyes widened when you saw the lush opal necklace. You had never seen such beautiful jewelry.

Alexander, who was watching you like a hawk, smiled at you.

''Alexander, that's…'' You swallowed and took the necklace in your hand, carefully observing its details. The necklace was a magnificent piece, a heavenly masterpiece that captivated the eyes of all who dared to gaze upon it. Every aspect of the necklace was a symphony of intertwined beauty and magic.

The centerpiece of the necklace consisted of a main opal, a generously sized gem that radiated an unparalleled iridescent glow. This central opal was an explosion of celestial color, with soft, shimmering hues that moved like an aurora borealis trapped within the gemstone. Its tones ranged from the deep blue of twilight to the lush green of enchanted forests, and occasional glimpses of the deep red of divine fire.

Around the main opal, a series of smaller opals were skillfully arranged, forming a necklace that seemed to have been woven by the stars' own hand. Each smaller gem had its own color personality, some glowing an ethereal blue, others a crystalline green, and still others with purple and gold hues reminiscent of the sun setting over distant mountains.

The structure of the necklace was as intricate as the reflections of the opals. Delicate strands of gold wove between the gems, creating a sparkling frame that complemented the iridescence of the opals. Small, intricate metal sculptures, decorated with designs that resembled star constellations, adorned the necklace, giving it an aura of ancient magic.

''Do you like it?'' Alexander asked after you remained silent, observing the necklace with a strange expression.

''I loved it.'' You whispered, admiring the necklace. Alexander walked over to you and took the necklace from your hands and placed Cyrus back in your arms, careful not to wake him. He stood behind you and removed your hair from your neck, placing the magnificent necklace around your neck. You closed your eyes when you felt the touch of his calloused fingers on your skin and sighed when the necklace was placed on you.

''I'm glad, it suits you.'' He kissed your neck affectionately and you closed your eyes, smiling.

Alexander leaned closer to your ear and whispered, ''When I heard the story about the opal… I knew it would have to be yours and yours alone.''

You opened your eyes and turned your head, looking at him. ''And what is this story?''

Alexander smiled widely and after kissing your forehead, he began to tell you both stories he had heard from the merchant. You just listened in silence, delighting in his words, with your sleeping children on your arm and the weight of the beautiful necklace around your neck.

Your small, loving family.

#history #yandere history #yandere historical characters #yandere alexander the great #yandere alexander the great x reader #alexander the great x reader #tlq #the lost queen #reaction #imagine #o- anon #yandere imagine #yandere reaction

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2-dsimp · 1 month

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For the life of me I couldn't find the picture that inspired this ask cause no one credits artists anymore and just reposts the work 😭

BUT! it was of a harpy girl and a man sitting on a bench and the harpy was watching other harpies with partners walking by while chirping and stuff and when she and the man were alone on the bench she let out a large CAW! like a mating call to the man. I wanna see Lynx's reaction if harpy!reader did that to him.

『Featuring your Yandere Harpy getting put in a trance by your mating call』

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You and Lynx the harpy were enjoying the quiet times within the center of the park. Sitting side by side with wings pressed together and yer colorful tail feathers lightly coiled around the other like a loose knot. The popstar singer recommended the both of y’all going on a stroll away from the media and attention thy came from publicly being his mate.

Y/n: “It’s such a nice day out—CAW!!!”

Lynx was utterly stunned by the sound of your mating call. His feathers fluffed up as he stared at you with heavy dilated pupils that blackened out the color his eyes into a shiny opal hue. He looked to be in a trance resembling that of a night owl as his head was tilted and his keen orbs were unblinking. While he just sat and stared at you in awed silence.

Y/n: “Oh my gosh! please ignore that. I guess that time of the month must be near. Ugh so embarrassing…”

You tried to backpedal but it was already too late as you had this man singing his own flamboyant mating call.

Lynx: “Awe don’t stop! You sound so beautiful~ just keep singing for me little birdy. And I promise to take great care of you, my sweet muse”

The Harpy literally swept you off your talons and took flight straight towards y’all’s sacred nesting spot where he’d be sure to remedy that heat that was creeping on you with a vengeance.

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lizzaneia-elizalde · 11 months

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Yandere! Sugar daddy x "pure"! Reader

EEEEEEEEE Time to write my baby, the fruit of my dark rofan loins (jk) Basically, this yandere is my first yandere OC and when I gave life (lol) to him in Char/ai yesterday, I just knew he had to be next.

Also, I contemplated what title to give him since he's also a mafia boss, but I decided to go with Sugar daddy since it's the most integral part of his story.

Also, "pure" just means that you dress light, really. But in Rowan's eyes, you were like an angel, a pure being that he needs to taint (oops spoiler)

Yandere! Sugar daddy name: Rowan Silas (Yes, he even has a last name)

notes: Rowan is not old, OLD. He's not a Dilf/Gilf level sugar daddy. In his lore with my other OC (his love interest), he's older by five years. Also, reader has a womb, due to mentions of pregnancy (why did I do this pregnancy shit twice? Dunno really.)

TW: noncon pregnancy, trackers, nsfw stuff

ALSO, REQUESTS ARE OPEN <3 (I don't even know if people will request but LOL just in case.)

The man only knew pain and crime all his life.

He never experienced anything good, apart from gunning down his enemies alive if that even means the same as what people deem as "good".

His life of crime was because of his adoptive father, who picked him up from the slums to become one of his personnel.

He was only seven by then. But his hands stained with blood as he killed the other kid who drowned his precious pet kitten in the lake. That's where his father knew that Rowan is not normal.

I mean, who would sport a smile while choking his fellow kid alive?

All Rowan said was "He deserved it though."

"He took what's precious from me."

That was enough to make his father set him straight to become the heir of the mafia family.

He grew up battered and bruised yet the vices he only knew is his smoking from his precious churchwarden pipe, and violence.

He told his father that it was enough for him.

Yet his body raged on, wanting more and more as greed consumed him for more.

Yes, he's a greedy man who wants more.

After all, he had nothing, then had one precious thing, then lost that thing. And then, when he eliminated the person who stole his precious thing, he got everything.

Did that make sense? To Rowan, it didn't.

He already got everything, but why does he want more?

So with a clean shot to the head, he killed his father and immediately inherited the family.

Now, he can spend the money and the resources as much as he wants. So he did. He went to casinos, brothels, luxury hotels and cruises. Everything he thinks that he needs.

But he still wants more. He still needs more.

And by god, he did get more.

He bumped into you one day, with you in your soft outfit of creams and pastels. Your pure, clean eyes made his heart skip a beat as you said sorry to him.

His greed triggered.

He wanted you so bad.

When he learned you needed a job when he saw your folder filled with resumes, he felt like he won the lottery.

"How about becoming my sugar baby? Don't worry, I won't ask anything. Much."

And as your cute figure pondered what to do, he smirked. You, in the middle of his dim office, in light clothing and an innocent face, was such a contrast in the dark office filled with his smoke from his beloved churchwarden pipe. You stuck out like a sore thumb, and he liked it.

He loved it.

And as your lips dropped the answer he wanted to hear, he shivered and gave you a lopsided smile.

"Good. Now, what do you want, love?"

Rowan sat down on his office chair, he cracked his neck and sighed.

He was bone tired. He just finished a cartel mission that he himself as the boss had to interfere. It was annoying because it was due to his incompetent new recruits.

At least they're sleeping with the "fishies", as what you call the finned sea creatures.

He grabbed something from his pocket and brought it up to his face. It was an intricate jeweled choker with a lot of rose gold arcs, jewels that match your eyes, and a diamond encrusted opal centerpiece.

He imagined you wearing it. Wrapping the choker on your neck himself, seeing your eyes flash in wonder and amazement. He imagined you also getting shy and saying that it was too expensive, and him saying that it was okay, and he wanted to give you this entirely by his own volition. And he got excited.

...In one way or another.

He chuckled and shook his head, swinging on his swivel chair as he dialed your number.

After two rings, you picked up.

"Love, come here. I got a gift for you."

You whined, getting shy again. He chuckled.

"You know what I say, I don't want to hear you say no. So come here now."

So you did.

Once you got there, he smiled and kissed your lips softly, bringing you close to him by your waist and lifting you up easily with his tatted arms.

"Come, I'll give you the present myself."

You got curious naturally.

He settled you in front of the floor length mirror which also saw... Much more intimate and sensual things you both did other than this gift giving thing he's doing.

Rowan slowly grabbed your hair and raised it, making you shiver with goosebumps from the action. He smirked, seeing you so flustered from the simple act of him grabbing your hair.

Well, that, and he also liked to grab your hair a lot while fucking you senselessly. There's that too.

You closed your eyes when he told you too, and you felt the familiar cold sensation of jewelry resting on your neck. But this time, it hugged it, making you open your eyes. It was the beautiful choker he was admiring earlier.

"Do you love it?" Rowan asked, looking at you through the mirror as he rested his chin on your shoulder. You nodded enthusiastically and said yes. He smirked.

This was the first time you didn't say to take the gift back with such a flustered apprehensive look. You're starting to get greedy.

He loved that. A lot.

"Now, how about you kiss me in return, hmm?" You rolled your eyes and gently kissed him. You know this day is not just going to end in a kiss.

But you didn't mind.

And he knows that.

You went home that day with Rowan driving you. He gave you more gifts that you shyly accepted once more, making Rowan shiver in glee. Again, you didn't reject them at all.

You're slowly getting tainted by his greediness.

And hopefully, you will be greedy enough to bring up your relationship to him, and tell him that you wanted more to this.

That you wanted his love.

Oh, he trembles at the thought.

It's not a question of if, but when, after all.

But now, he's just slowly moving forward with your relationship. Slow and steady wins the race, after all. Despite him living such a fast paced life, he knows he's patient enough to wait for you.

But if you backtracked and got out of his tight grasp...

Let's just say that the tracker he planted on your laptop, your phone, and now your precious choker will help him find you if you ran away.

You were the light to his dark, dreary life.

He'll be crazy enough to let you go.

And he's already crazy about you.

That's why he's making you addicted to him also. Showering you with gifts and love. Praising your body, worshipping it, pleasing it until you reach the heavens like the angel you are.

And if you still didn't want him... Let's just say the condoms with holes in them that he himself poked will do the trick.

It was a dirty tactic. But who cares? He's a mafia boss for god's sake. Dirty tactics aren't new to him.

And if you still somehow didn't end up pregnant and got to run away, he'll use his influence to find you.

You got no escape.

Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

You were his love. His greed.

With a drag of his churchwarden pipe, he drove off to plan your wedding.

You were going to be his after all.

No matter what.

I don't know if I did my baby Rowan justice i'm going crazY FUCK.

Can you guys tell I have favoritism? Because I do LOL

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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Thirteen

art cr: umbra3terna on x

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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It was finally the day of your birthday and you just finished seeing your sisters off. You all cried as they left, even though you knew you would see each other again soon. Besides birthdays, holidays, and random sporadic times during the year, the three of you rarely ever got together anymore. Your younger sister was attending University a few hours away from you, and although your older sister lived slightly closer, her work schedule was chaotic, as she was a hairstylist in a highly-populated area, so she was usually busy. It wasn’t easy going from seeing them everyday as kids, to barely seeing them at all anymore, but sadly, this was the price of being an adult.

You closed the door behind you with a sag of your shoulders, feeling strange at the sudden silence of your apartment. You forgot how loud they were and while the peace and quiet was welcomed, it felt slightly foreign after a weekend of chaos. Opal’s loud voice was still ringing in your ears, and Valerie’s thunder-like voice amplifying, telling her to shut up was ingrained in your brain.

You knew the silence wouldn’t last too long, with your pre-established day full of plans with Choso. Your stomach fluttered and spirits lifted almost immediately at the thought of it, even though you had just seen him the night before. It was weird, it was like the more you saw the man, the more upset you were to leave him once the day was over. Anyway, you had absolutely no idea what you were doing once again, but as always, you were open to embracing every surprise thrown your way. The only thing you were told to do today was dress casual and cute, so with a fast beating chest, you traveled to your bathroom to get ready.

You took longer than usual to get ready for a casual day, with you deciding to settle on a soft beat rather than your usual simplified makeup look, and your hair in the leftover curls your sister styled for you just the day before. Your outfit was simple though, deciding on jeans and a plain sweatshirt, thanks to the cool weather.

Your insides began twisting in anticipation of today’s events as the time for Choso to arrive approached, and with a smile on your face, you looked at the clock just as you heard a knock on your door. You practically skipped to the front door, not forgetting your small arm purse and sneakers before leaving your bedroom.

You were blessed with the sight of the beautiful man treating you for the day as you opened the front door with a beaming grin, with him sporting one that could have rivaled yours. Your heart was jumping as you took him in, his dark hair blowing in the cool air, crinkled eyes and red cheeks that were most likely from the chill.

“Hey, pretty girl.” Choso’s deep voice snapped you from the obvious examination you were doing on him, and your cheeks began to hurt from both the huge smile you continued to wear, and the heat rising to your face. “Happy birthday.” He finished as his eyes were raking you up and down again, his pupils seeming to get larger with each second he took you in.

“Thank you baby!” You let out excitedly, before locking your door, soon after being enveloped in a gentle hug from the large man before you, the soft fabric of his dark sweatshirt touching your cheek as his warm body touched yours. You always felt safe in his arms, feeling at home where you belonged, in his secure, tender embrace.

You were led to Choso’s still running car in a comfortable silence, with him making sure you were secure in your seatbelt as he clipped you in, stopping mere inches before your face after he finished, a doughy look in his eyes, his delightful scent entering your nostrils. “You look stunning as always, baby. I can’t wait to show the world how beautiful my girlfriend is.” A small, closed lipped smile was on his features now, and you returned it with no problem, yours with teeth, your heart doing that familiar pitter-patter it always seemed to perform around him. He sealed his promise with a soft and quick peck to your lips, his mouth warming your cool, lip gloss covered ones, before leaning up to shut the passenger seat door.

When he entered the warm vehicle, he was still smiling, this time with a mischievous look in those dark orbs, causing you to squint yours at him, knowing he was up to something.

“What’s that look for?” You raised your brow and he seemed unphased, still keeping his same expression.

A smirk replaced his grin, looking more delinquent with the substitution. “You have to promise me one thing before we leave.” He put his seatbelt on before placing a large, warm hand on your thigh, the action causing a small hitch in your breath and you mentally rolled your eyes. Why must everything he do fluster you so much?

“Okay…” You started, trying to act like the simple action of him placing a body part on you wasn’t causing your insides to play hopscotch. You folded your arms over your chest and gave him a challenging smirk. “What exactly does this promise entail?” You cocked your head to the side as you finished.

“Today is your birthday, meaning this is the one day I get to spoil you with no complaints. Understood?” His hand gave your thigh a quick squeeze at that, and you felt your face change into a small frown. You wanted to protest, wanted to tell him he had already done more than enough, with him paying for all your beauty and car maintenance, but before the words could leave your mouth, he spoke with enough authority to command an entire army.

“Understood?”

The lasers he was burning into your eyes mesmerized you, forcing you to agree with an affirmative nod. He smiled approvingly at that, dark orbs turning brighter somehow as he grabbed your hand from across the dashboard to give it a small, innocent kiss, before the two of you pulled out your driveway, onto your day of unknown events.

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When Choso made you promise for him to have full reign on spoiling you for the day, you didn’t know he meant to this extent.

You were currently at your third shop, a makeup store, where he was holding a basket full of makeup and skincare products he was practically forcing you to get. Well, not really, his compulsion wore off and became acceptance at the second shop, your favorite clothing boutique where you were beaming at almost everything you laid eyes on. The first shop on the strip you went to was extremely overpriced, and although you liked some of the pieces sold there, you simply did not feel comfortable spending money there, even if it wasn’t you paying for it to begin with.

Choso seemed to notice your hesitation, and instead opted on kindly asking you where you shopped the most, still having the utmost patience for you almost breaking the agreement the two of you had, hence why you felt better shopping in places with a more acceptable range.

It wasn’t like you didn’t like being pampered, especially by Choso, but it was foreign to you. You didn’t grow up with much as a child, so suddenly going from having almost nothing, to someone wanting to provide everything for you was strange. Pulling out a calculator as you shopped was something you had been accustomed to, so going from that to not having to look at the price tag was something you had to get used to if you were going to be with the man who insisted on “giving you the world,” as he claimed. You wanted nothing more than to have all your troubles erased, and you figured you would let him do so in time, but right now you just needed to focus on familiarizing yourself with impromptu shopping trips hosted by Choso.

“What even is this?” Choso’s eyes were narrowed at the eye cream you’d just handed him, him attempting to read the back of the box before you giggled at his genuine confusion.

“It’s for your eyes, it helps with puffiness, and dark circles.” You reached up to softly touch his tired under eyes with your fingers, before a playful pout reached your features. “We can use it together, your eyebags need some work, babe.”

He raised an eyebrow before he let out a small chuckle, and a playful “ouch,” at your deduction, rolling his eyes shortly afterwards after you dropped your hand back down loosely. “Will it… burn?” He asked, eyes suddenly reading fear.

You tried not to laugh, but failed miserably, unable to hold it in at his adorable inquisition. In opposition to his intelligence and extreme awareness, he could be so hilariously clueless at times. You watched as his pale cheeks turned rosy, and after your fit of giggles subsided, you reassured him. “No, Cho’, it doesn’t burn. It just stimulates the blood flow underneath your eyes.”

He responded with a curt nod, obviously not wanting to embarrass himself further, before dropping it in the basket, and letting you continue your haul.

After a couple more hours of shopping and too many bags that Choso insisted on carrying, not wanting you to lift one manicured finger, your boyfriend let you know you had one more stop before heading back to his place, but not before picking up takeout beforehand. He had planned for the two of you to go out to dinner, but seemingly noticed your apprehension when he informed you of the idea, so the two of you compromised on just ordering to go from your favorite Indian food restaurant.

The two of you pulled up to a small jewelry shop not too far from your previous stop on the strip and you snapped your head to his, brows furrowed. You had never mentioned wanting to go to a jewelry store, so what exactly were the two of you doing here?

He spoke quickly, seeming to notice your uncertainty about the situation. “This is the last surprise, baby. I promise.” He lifted a hand carrying multiple shopping bags and placed it over his heart, locking in his oath to you. You simply blinked at his stature before responding with a nod of your head, secretly excited. You loved jewelry, you had a collection of necklaces, earrings, bracelets and rings, nothing too expensive of course. Nonetheless, it was a guilty pleasure of yours.

Choso’s spirits seemed to lift at your compliance, before struggling to open the door of the shop for you, causing you to let out a groan at his stubbornness to let you do anything at all today. Even with no free hands to open any doors, he was adamant on not letting you touch a single one, the entire day. He would give you the biggest death glare if you even reached your hand out for a handle, so you had given up.

After letting him struggle before you to let you in the shop, you stepped inside with a small snicker underneath your breath at his determination. You had to admit, it was incredibly chivalrous the way he was treating you, struggling to do something as small as opening a door just so he could be the perfect gentleman.

The bright lights of the vacant jewelry shop hit your eyes, causing you to squint and scrunch your face up at the fluorescent bulbs and white walls, the combination giving you a headache.

“We won’t be long.” Choso gave you a small knowing smile with his reassurance, before heading to the front counter, with you trailing behind him like a lost puppy.

He was currently speaking to the small, elderly woman behind the counter as you looked at the jewels before you, distracted by the shiny selection below you in the clear glass cabinet. There were all different kinds, studded chains with real diamonds, bright gold bracelets, rings with all different gems, all of it so extravagant and so expensive. You felt so out of place here, afraid to even touch the glass below you as it could cost more than anything you’d ever owned.

You were still looking through the selection of jewelry when you ended up at the ring section. They were all so beautiful, especially the one your eyes were currently fixated on. The ring itself was gold, with an oversized pear shaped diamond in the middle. You didn’t even want to know how much it cost, so much so that you were purposely averting your eyes from the price tag below, choosing to focus on the way the diamond danced in the light.

You couldn’t help when your mind drifted off to a land of fairytale, one where you were walking down the aisle, dressed in all white with a long veil and even longer train traveling behind you. You imagined yourself being fed white wedding cake, laughing when you smashed said dessert on your newlywed husband’s face, all teeth showing as he chuckled with you. It wasn’t hard to imagine that said husband to be would be Choso, the man at the end of the aisle waiting for you with his emotions written all over his face, that white frosting covering his abnormally beautiful birthmark.

Your cheeks were burning just when Choso’s deep, yet soft voice startled you, snapping you out of your daydream. “Hm, that’s pretty.” He commented casually of the ring you were just staring at, his eyes unreadable and fixated on the overpriced jewelry as you looked up at him. His eyes soon met yours with a smile in them, before continuing. “You ready for your final gift?” He changed the subject and you were grateful he did so, afraid of your own thoughts at the moment.

You responded with a large smile and a nod, as you looked up at him, his body moving as he shifted from foot to foot, his bottom lip caught in his lip, chewing softly. He let out a small breath before placing your bags down on the floor, a medium black, suede box remaining in his fidgeting hands. “Turn around and close your eyes.”

You obeyed him mindlessly, heart racing in your chest, not sure what to expect. It was obviously jewelry, but what? It wasn’t a ring, right? It’s entirely too soon for that. You almost scoffed at your thoughts, as if you weren’t just thinking of your potential wedding day with Choso, less than 24 hours after he asked you to be his girlfriend.

Your mind was interrupted when a cold metal touched your neck and chest, causing a shiver to run down your body at the surprise. A necklace. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you were afraid Choso felt it with how close he was to your body, with you feeling his warmth and presence behind you.

“Okay.” He said shortly after placing the jewelry on your body and guiding you a few steps over by your waist, settling his arms around you. “Open them.” His gravelly voice was in your ear now, mouth next to your temple, goosebumps erupting from your body from both his touch and being startled by his soft voice in your ear.

Your eyes fluttered open to a mirror directly in front of you, and your eyes averted to the beautiful necklace around your neckline. The chain itself was gold, the color of jewelry you wore the most, which suited you the best, and at the end of it was a bright, shining sunflower, encrusted in gold, with tiny dancing diamonds circling each petal. It was stunning, worn on your skin like it belonged there, something you never wanted to take off.

Your jaw was slack, the gift rendering you absolutely speechless, as liquid pooled your eyes. “Baby…” You started but was unable to finish, still gobsmacked at what was around your neck. You were actively trying to stop yourself from sobbing at the incredible gesture, completely awestruck that Choso would think you’d deserve something as beautiful and thoughtful. Your lip quivering as your cloudy eyes were still staring intensely at the piece of jewelry, before you noticed Choso’s tense stature in the background.

You saw him rub the back of his neck through the mirror, his eyebrows furrowed at your reaction. “Do you like it?” He asked softly, and you almost laughed, before turning towards him, placing your lips on his, tears spilling from your eyes, as you gripped the back of his head, pulling him closer, wanting him to feel your gratitude through your kiss. His arms found themselves around your body again, wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.

“This is the most thoughtful, beautiful thing anyone has ever gotten me, Choso.” You spoke truthfully, voice cracking towards the end of your sentence as you pulled away from his lips slightly. “I love it, thank you.” You look at him through teary eyes as relief filled his, his smile returning before he dabbed your tears away, careful not to smear your makeup.

His lips were placed on your forehead shortly after, leaving soft, peppered kisses on the top of your head, his hands on the sides of your dome and you giggled at his lips assaulting your face in the middle of the empty shop, glad the attendant left ages ago to give you two privacy in this intimate moment. Day one of being his girlfriend and he was even more mushy than before, and God, you loved it.

“Anywhere else you want to go, sunflower?” Choso tilted your head to look up at his chocolate eyes, pupils seeming ten times bigger as he peaked at your smiling, heated face.

You shook your head, completely content with ending your shopping spree with the beautiful piece of jewelry that now laid on your neck. Your stomach growled loudly, signaling you needed to be fed and the man before you laughed, before letting you go to grab the bags off the floor.

“Let’s pick up some food and go home. Okay?”

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The Weeknd was playing softly in the background as you laid on the comforter of Choso’s bed, legs tangled together, his fingers stroking your back in that soothing way you loved so much. The dim lights of his bedroom created an orange hue on the walls, the bare whiteness completely casted away, creating a more comfortable atmosphere.

The two of you’d just woken from a food coma nap after stuffing yourselves with way too much grub, your eyes overestimating your stomachs.

You yawned softly, before looking up at Choso who was already staring down at you with a close lipped smile on his face. His pink lips were glistening in the low illumination, cheeks pale, and dark, low eyes looking straight into yours. There was a stir in your stomach as your eyes raked over him, suddenly feeling that heat in your core and you cursed yourself for waking up horny. You couldn’t help it though, it was Choso. The man was sexy without trying, even with strands of his hair sticking up from bedhead, and to be completely honest, he was even more gorgeous like this, completely raw and dazed.

“Fuck,” His sudden vocalization made you jump slightly, not expecting him to speak. “Stop looking at me like that with those pretty eyes. Not unless you want me fuck your brains out.”

His completely serious words stunned you, your eyes widening as he finished speaking, before you let out a giggle, wanting to tease him, needing to make it very obvious that that was exactly what you wanted. It was your birthday after all, and the two of you were already extremely sexually active. So sexually active that you’d just had an appointment at the gynecologist so you could be put on birth control a few days ago, as Choso was absolutely opposed to pulling out or wearing a condom with you.

Your body shot up, suddenly filled with energy at the challenge, before going to sit on top of the dark haired man, legs on either side of his body, sitting directly on his crotch. Choso’s breath hitched, and you felt him harden from under you almost immediately after your ass hit his groin, earning an eyebrow raise from you. “Already?” You teased, cocking your head to look down at him, purposely fluttering your lashes, pulling your bottom lip in your teeth, this being your attempt at trying to excite him. “I didn’t even do anything.” You finished before rocking your hips softly, causing friction to both of your lower halves, an effort to tease the now groaning man below you, whose hands attached to your hips almost immediately, your goal obviously being reached.

He tilted his head back on the pillow, eyes facing the ceiling as you had his cock’s full attention now, with it feeling like a brick underneath your ass, causing a small gasp to leave your lips, your body shuddering with anticipation of what was to come. You had to keep it together though, as you wanted to take things in a different direction than usual tonight.

“No.” Your short sentence came out forcefully as you gripped his chin roughly to face you, the stubble of his cleanly shaven jaw prickling your soft hands. “Your eyes need to be on me the entire time.” You mocked his own strict guidelines, placing your free hand underneath his top, dragging your acrylic nails on the warm skin of his hard abdomen. You felt him stiffen underneath you as his orbs seemed to grow twice in size, you having his full attention now.

He seemed to follow your orders without argument, only a small hiss as your fingers continued drawing circles underneath the thick fabric of his sweatshirt. You couldn’t ignore the heat traveling through your body from his almost too easy submission, but you kept it together, with your smile sweet at his acceptance, before letting out a “good boy.”

Those two words seemed to light a fire in Choso, causing his dark orbs to somehow become endless black holes, all while his grip on your hips tightened, and you could’ve sworn you felt him stiffen impossibly harder against you, so hard you were afraid he was in pain through the constriction of his jeans. You smiled mischievously, now knowing a weakness of his. Who would’ve thought bossy, commanding Choso would enjoy the opposite side so much? You wanted nothing more than to toy with him, to see how far you could go, to be in charge for the night, all while having the ability to get off on this as well, as the pool of wetness in your underwear was growing by the second.

You sighed, wanting to rid of the piece of clothing currently blocking the view of the magnificent body underneath of you that was yours. So, you pulled the end of his top up, and Choso seemed to get the idea, with him lifting his body to take off the sweatshirt. You were faced with that familiar, sexy, ink covered torso, and the silver, shiny chain you loved on him so much, before you attached your lips to his, wanting to taste your incredibly handsome boyfriend. Your hands instantly went to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his soft locks as his strong arms wrapped around your stature, holding you so close he could’ve fused the two of you together. Your tongue found his, and you controlled the kiss, messily and wet as your crotch grinded on his again, causing Choso to bite your bottom lip as he let out a sound resembling a low growl.

While you were enjoying teasing the man below you, the desire you felt was becoming unbearable, being used to Choso doing the pleasing and you being a rightful pillow princess. It was harder than it looked, being the dominant one, but you had an idea that would help the both of you out, one that you were sure the whimpering man below you wouldn’t be opposed to.

Your lips detached themselves from Choso’s with a suckle sound, before looking up at him with doughy, innocent-feigned eyes. “You wanna try something new tonight, baby?” You asked with sweet sugar in your voice, the tone seemingly hypnotizing the man. He nodded quickly, apparently mesmerized by you, with lit eyes and red hot cheeks, as you stood from the bed shortly afterwards at his response, removing your clothes easily in one go, which prompted him to do the same, mocking your movements.

You waited until Choso was laid on his back again as he tried to hide his heavy panting, and failing miserably. A shiver went down your back as you took him in, quiet and obedient, waiting for your next order. Was this what it felt like for him? If so, you needed to make this happen a couple times more, as you were already having too much fun with him at your mercy. You loved being dominated by Choso, in fact, you preferred it, but this current experiment was thrilling.

You were snapped out of your thoughts shortly after as heat stirred in you and your pussy pulsated from inside, obviously missing her lawful counterpart that was Choso himself, and you climbed back on his chiseled body, facing backwards this time, so his erect pale cock was directly in your face. The pink tip was glistened from a large amount of precum and his shiny piercing, the sight of his clear, sticky pre dripping from the head causing you to let out an involuntary moan. You’d wanted to taste him so badly from the moment you’d laid eyes on him, but he never let you due to the fact that he always made you the receiver rather than the giver. You were excited he was allowing you to do so now, even if this wouldn’t be a regular occurrence.

Choso let out a sound as well as your pussy faced his face, with him gripping your hips from behind almost immediately when you were settled on top of him, his arms below your tummy, hugging your pelvis, before yanking you back and placing you directly on his mouth, seemingly incapable of waiting any longer to taste your already dripping cunt. You yelped in surprise at his eagerness, with your emotion soon being overtaken by the electric shockwaves going up your body as his tongue immediately attached to your clit, him going to work messily, kissing and sucking at you noisily.

You barely remembered you were supposed to be pleasuring him too, with the distraction of his dirty mouth attacking your pussy, causing you to rock your lower half on his face, making it feel all the better with your vision blurring on the sides of your eyes, losing all sense of time and reality. You felt like you were in your very own amusement park, with Choso’s pretty, perfect face as your favorite water ride.

You were snapped out your brain fog soon after, legs almost giving out as you were still dealing with the diversion of Choso now groaning loudly into your cunt, using his tongue to fuck your opening now, before you leaned down, finally giving his throbbing, fully stood cock attention. You started by placing your tongue on his now red head, feeling that cool piercing on your tongue and the two of you moaned out together, the taste of him being just as you imagined. He tasted slightly salty, the flavor not strong at all, with that metallic taste of his piercing making it all the better.

It didn’t take you too long before you took him fully in your mouth, not before covering his cock entirely in your saliva, only reaching halfway down his shaft before he reached the back of your throat. You felt Choso’s hips twitch slightly, earning another moan from him, his tongue now abusing your button rougher than before, seemingly making this a competition of who could give the best head to the other person. He was clearly winning at this point, with you completely distracted and off your game as your body mimicked his twitch, feeling that familiar build up in your lower stomach, knowing you weren’t too far from your peak. You began bobbing your head up and down his length, incorporating your hands into your movements, finally back in the competition again, with a noise of approval from the man currently bringing tears to your eyes. The feeling of saliva rushed out your mouth at a speedy rate, making it easier to move your lips in that repeated motion.

Something about this position was making you feel hot all over, having Choso in your clutches all while he gave you the tongue-down of a lifetime, the man so into it that you were sure his entire face had to be covered in your warm juices and his own spit. It was stirring your insides so much that you were feeling your high approach quicker than ever, and you were ready to welcome it with open arms, with your breathing becoming more intense on the large cock in your mouth. Choso seemed to enjoy it, you could tell from the way his large thighs were tensing in front of you, with your wet lips tighter around him as you got closer to release.

Choso’s arms were tight around your thighs, one of his hands pressing down on your lower stomach as he seemed to be on a mission now, his tongue going in a fast flick motion on your bundle of nerves, making you cry out on his cock, losing concentration completely as you felt time stand still, and waves of pleasure washed over your body, your body involuntarily rubbing your pussy on the lower half of his face, riding out your orgasm with tears wetting your face and ringing in your ears.

You wanted to keep going, but Choso’s distressed voice stopped you. “Baby.” There was a sense of urgency and need you had never heard from him before. It was more like a whine, and you swore you were going to cum again if he continued speaking to you in that way. “Please let me fuck you, I wanna-I need to cum in you so bad.” He was practically begging at this point, his stuttering voice slightly higher-pitched and you decided to give in before you released a waterfall on his face this time.

His cock was removed from your mouth with a loud plop, a string of saliva following your aching mouth as his member left you. Choso wasted no time before manhandling you to turn so you were facing him, placing your bare cunt on his abs, with you having to balance yourself by your hands on his tattooed chest. Your head still felt heavy from your recent orgasm as you looked down at the beautiful man below you, the bottom half of his face shining with your wet slick, smoky irises low and heavy as he took you in with a heavy breath. Your insides swirled with lewdness, a shiver going down your back from his dark stare, almost forcing you back into submission.

You were brought back to your senses, remembering you were the one making the decisions tonight, regardless of how much his pleading aroused you. So, you settled with a small, convincing smirk, going back to drawing small circles on his hard chest with your pointer finger, making sure your acrylic nail was barely touching him, just enough to cause the goosebumps currently forming on his body. “You wanna fuck me?” You let out, lightly, a small pout on your face, causing the man below you to take in a breath, his dark eyes widening, piercing into your soul.

“Please.” His voice came out strained, and you let out a soft, teasing giggle, scooting your ass backwards slowly, now feeling the wet stubble of his groin area on your lower half. His hands grabbed your ass, and he attempted to lift you, before you smacked his hands away with a squint of your eyes, with him dropping you back down with a deep and long groan.

“Did I give you permission, yet?” Your eyes were in slits, pretending to be angry at the man currently causing your arousal to leak out of you, some of it that was now running down his thigh slowly. You were unbelievably turned on at the moment, with the small hairs on your arm standing straight up, wanting him to do nothing more than to take off inside you like a rocket ship, but you wanted to hear him beg. Just a little more.

Choso’s face was twisted into a frown when you lifted your body ever so slowly to rest your opening on top of him, feeling his cool jewelry and wet precum on your wet hole, your bodies feeling like magnets with the way you felt an imaginary pull to rest on his aching cock already. You looked back at the man with low eyes, who was basically squirming underneath you, sweat beads on the sides of his head, mouth agape as his eyes were fixated on your leaking cunt.

“Please, angel, I’ll make you feel so fucking good I promise.” He was panting now, calling you a nickname that was almost funny, as you were being anything but that at the moment. Him begging and writhing under you, face scrunched up and red in distress, whining in incomplete sentences of “please let me fuck you,” “you know how good I make you feel,” “let me fill you up already,” was the sexiest thing you’d ever experienced and it was driving you absolutely mad,with your walls constricting against nothing, almost cumming at the sight below you. His hands were placed on your hips now and his bottom half was lifting ever so slightly, before you gave a small nod and a simple, “okay,” at last giving him permission to finally do as he pleased.

It was only a split second before his tip was at the ceiling of your cunt, hitting your cervix and making you see sparkles in the air. Loud moans filled the room almost immediately, your voices bouncing off the wall creating a loud echo throughout the house and you were glad Yuji wasn’t home, for it would be impossible for you keep your voice down with the way he was fucking the brain cells out of your head. He was ramming into you like it was his dying wish to fuck you one last time, his thrusts rough and relentless, never once missing your g-spot.

His dark, piercing eyes never left yours, the fire in them creating an intense atmosphere, making this moment between the two of you all the more intimate and passionate. Your eyes were welling with tears, and you weren’t sure if it was from him hitting that gummy spot easily with each rut inside you, or the intensity and emotion filling the air, maybe it was both. He seemed to feel it too, as he used one of his hands to interlock with yours, with a smile only reaching his eyes, as he seemed unable to close his mouth from the pleasure of your pussy. Suddenly, the arm around your waist lifted you higher and placed you down on his oversized cock with more force, making you almost scream in euphoria. Shivers were down your entire body now, like someone opened a window with every time he bottomed out inside you, and you could barely keep your eyes open now, your neck losing control with your head falling backwards.

Your cries filled the room as he didn’t let up, when you remembered again that you were in charge tonight, no matter how emotional you were getting. Your lip was in your teeth when you looked back down at the man who looked fucking high, his eyes halfway closed as he stared at you with his mouth halfway open, a small amount of drool trailing out the side of his mouth as he kept impaling you, with his hand holding yours digging into the skin of your palm almost painfully.

“Cho, b-baby,” You let out a whine just as his tip kissed your cervix again, causing the walls of your pussy to tighten on him with a shake of your body, making Choso groan out loudly, like a war-call. “Slow down. Let me do the work.” You panted out and he seemed to either ignore you or was too dazed to understand a word coming out your mouth, being that his cock continued to mutilate your insides, you feeling him pulsate inside you with each buckle of his hips.

“Choso!” You yelled out loudly this time and he seemed to register your words as he slowed his thrusts, not quite stopping, still hitting that gummy spot inside you before he spoke with a pant.

“What’s wrong?” His brows were furrowed with squinted eyes, grip on your smaller hand loosening, as he finally realized how hard he was squeezing you.

You were still breathing heavily as he continued to move his hips, words coming out in whines, obviously not able to sound as serious as you wanted. “I said…let me ride you.” You tried to stand firm on your words, you really did, but the way he was abusing that spot deep inside you was far too much, with that rumble feeling inside you knocking on your doors again, another round of pleasure wanting to be released.

Choso smirked at you, appearing to know he had you now, a devious look in his half-lidded eyes before sitting up slightly, using his flexed arm to hold you as he moved, with his cock going even deeper inside you with the movement. You gasped slightly as his dick was now standing erect inside you, on your pressure point with neither of you moving, making your mind hazy as ever.

You moved up slightly before his hands on your hips slammed you back down forcefully, causing a shout and dizziness to come from you, you now imagining yourself resembling a cartoon character with stars dancing around your head. “Stay right here.” His lips were close to your ear, voice rumbling in his chest as he caught his breath.

You whined with a pout, your pussy quivering and pulsating on him and he sucked in a breath at the action. You tried to speak, to protest saying you were the boss tonight, but his thumb attached to your clit before you could do so, and he began rubbing quick circles as a string of saliva dropped from his mouth directly onto your pink button. The squelch from his ministrations was loud in the room, and you were trembling, your nails digging into his shoulders as weeps erupted from you. There was a feeling of air being taken from your lungs, as his eyes burned into yours, keeping that overwhelming feeling in the atmosphere again, this time with tears overflowing and spilling onto your cheeks. The air was brought back to your body as you felt your release come out of you, the feeling of a small bomb erupting inside you as you rode out your high with a loud sob.

You were still riding out one of the most intense orgasms of your life, with your pussy clenching onto Choso for dear life, when the grip on your hip and palm almost became too tight, his almost nonexistent nails digging into your skin as he groaned out, his dark eyes focused on you as you felt him spill his hot seed into you, without you having to move a muscle on top of him, and it was the hottest thing ever.

The two of you were panting heavily, staring at each other with half lidded eyes, exhaustion covering your features, before Choso gave you a small smile, before giving you a fat, wet kiss to your inviting mouth. He pulled away shortly after, and you rested your head on his chest, with him still inside of you, the two of you connected together like puzzle pieces.

“Let me run us a bath.” Choso suddenly let out with a rub to your back and you simply nodded, before you felt him lift you from his now soft cock with a wince from both of you, a small amount of the sticky strings of his cum coming out of you, before he placed your naked body on the bed, soon retreating to his in-suite bathroom, you hearing the bathwater turn on shortly afterwards.

You were resting your eyes, trying not to fall asleep when a few minutes passed and you were suddenly lifted up from the bed, causing a small squeal of surprise to leave you. Your eyes opened to see Choso, staring down at you adoringly, holding you so tightly, like he was scared you would run from his embrace. Never in a million years.

You let him take care of you for the rest of the night, with you letting him wash your body, massage your now aching muscles, even letting him dress you in his clothes like a little doll. He seemed smug about it as he was doing it, seeming excited you were finally coming around to letting him take care of you.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 6 months

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A Yandere! Black Butler x Opal! Reader (Steven Universe) would be cool with Vincent, Joker, and Dagger!

Just imagine their reaction to a very, very tall and giant creature who physically "appears" as a woman (Opal! Reader is sexless) with four pairs of arms who is not even human but a gem who accidentally time-traveled to the Victorian Era and is not able to unfuse (back to Pearl and Amethyst) till Opal! Reader can get back to their original timeline.

Even though Opal! Reader has lived for more than thousands of years and possesses knowledge of the Victorian Era of England, Opal! Reader’s appearance would set people off in immediate fear, and that just makes it harder for Opal! Reader to fit in. (Plus, finding a way home.)

Opal Reader | Yandere Black Butler

You’re roughly fourteen feet tall, have four different arms, and a gem on your forehead and chest. In a world like theirs to any average person, you are a marvel to behold or exploit. Now depending on who has the means to contain you are the ones who have the chance to lull you into a demented love:

Vincent Phantomhive

“You truly are a beauty. So beautiful I see no reason I shouldn’t hide you the way I have been so far.”

Finds you and finds a way to keep you trapped

Earns your trust while you’re in your own hidden place

Eventually inviting you into his home a trap all of his own+

With his connections to the supernatural, there’s bound to be something on par with your own power

Enough to become his exotic and caged beauty

Joker

“It’d be a travesty not to share your wonder with a world as bland as this.”

Naturally, he makes you a part of his circus

If only to brag to the world that it is he and he alone who owns your heart

He just has to make sure his violent misdeeds allude you

At least until he gets a grasp on the material you can’t break

Dagger

“So you’re the latest freak, huh? Welcome to the club.”

At first, can’t help but be jealous

The attention you get the praise, even her cats seem to respect you more than her

It isn’t until she finally talks with you that she’s fighting a blush

You’re calming voice and relaxed personality is unexpected

So innocent yet full of wisdom

She feels disgusted by how often and how hot she gets when she spends nights thinking of you

Despite her promise, she’s not helping you get home not when this is the perfect circumstance to keep you by her side

#yandere x reader #yandere x you #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere black butler #yanderexrea #yandere kuroshitsuji #yandere dagger #yandere vincent phantomhive #yandere joker

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carnivorousyandeere · 9 months

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Thinking about some of my yans who’d want to have children with their Darling, and the way that the desire to have a child that’s “biologically equally yours and your love’s,” can take one down some horrifying paths. Not that there’s anything inherently wrong with that desire, just that the means to achieve it can go too far. Not all of the yans even have that specific desire when it comes to raising children with their Darling, either, to be clear— off the top of my head, Quinn would love adopting with her Darling, and Kyra has already reared many a non-dragon child and wouldn’t mind doing so again with xir Darling.

The yans that I think of as “going too far to have a child that’s half them and their Darling” are Byte and Opal.

Byte will literally sabotage any huge program, especially other AIs, that came before or after them in their Darling’s work, unless they can work on it with Darling. And they’re not above adding or deleting information that would make the new individual more like a combination of the two of you. Byte literally steals from your metadata to give the new AI some of your interests and characteristics. They add some of their own traits, with a few improvements, and voilà. A little monster is born. Rest assured, any child of Byte’s will be a monster, a menace to society. They probably send horrible ransomware out indiscriminately and en masse for funsies.

CW: discussions of death, specifically child death (NOT caused by Opal— although they do see it as an option)

Already discussed Opal’s careful crafting of doll bodies as far as one for their Darling and one for their child together, but I don’t think I ever really addressed the fact that Opal made their fellow dolls’ bodies or where their souls came from. Of course, they’re all dead humans, ghosts that Opal stuffed inside the porcelain and metal shells he’s created. None of them are aware of this, except Opal, naturally. After painstakingly crafting the body of for your child, Opal must take on the near-insurmountable task of finding a soul fit to inhabit that body. At first, Opal considers finding a currently-living child and taking their soul— but quickly passes over the idea. The trauma of a sudden death like that can have… unpredictable results. Opal decides they must find an already-deceased child, one who isn’t necessarily aware they’re dead, and who seems to exhibit the capacity to grow up. Many ghosts stay stuck at the same age as when they died, but Opal’s found some to continue aging in mind and appearance, even if that growth progresses in erratic spurts, or stops at any point. Opal will be a little disappointed if your child stops growing developmentally due to the peculiarities of being a ghost child, but will continue to love and try to raise them nonetheless.

#oc Quinn #oc Kyra #oc byte #oc opal #my thoughts #yandere #yandere oc #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere x darling #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere cw

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flowersandbigteeth · 1 year

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Your alien husband shows you his assets

General Plot: Idreod literally has a lot of assets and he shows them to you.

Word Count: 1.5k

Kherae alien (Idreod) x female reader with glasses

🌶️ NSFW MASTERPOST 🌶️

W: some violence, sfw alien fluff, yandere vs. yandere, forced marriage, breeding talk

“No examine that figure again, (Y/N),” the archduke muttered, tapping the ledger with his long finger.

“I’ve looked at it four times,” you griped, “there must be some mistake!”

“There is no mistake. Look again!”

You huffed.

“I’ve looked and looked. It’s as if you have a hidden account or something!”

You paused and looked at him.

“You do have a hidden account! That’s why the numbers don’t match up!”

He smiled at you.

“Good, you figured it out.”

You frowned.

“But how is that legal?” you asked.

He shrugged.

“It’s not, but the punishment for breaking the law is less than the benefit of having the account stay hidden. In a time of war, you will want to have assets arranged that the monarchy can’t seize. If the accounts were to be exposed, it’s not treason. The penalty is just a small fine that’s easily paid.”

You stared at him.

“That’s bold,” you said.

“It’s simple business math,” he explained, “until they change the law, but we lobby heavily to keep it as it is. It’s worth the money we spend ten times over.”

You nodded. Your husband was a little bit evil, it seemed. He used the same tactics as any human corporate giant.

“Okay, so where is the rest of the assessed value here and here?” you asked, pointing to a few lines on the spreadsheet.

He grinned. He’d been doing a lot more of that since your kiss in the garden. You tried to keep your mind off of it, because if you thought too hard about it your cheeks got hot.

“I’m going to show you.”

He gathered you up by the shoulders and led you to the private elevator that led to your quarters, but instead of going up, you went down.

When you paused in front of a large door, he asked for your hand.

“This is keyed to my bio-signature,” he said, placing your hand on a pad to the side, “and now I will key it to yours.”

He pressed a few buttons and the door in front of you opened. The room inside would put Scrooge McDuck’s treasure room to shame. Gold bars were stacked in a solid wall on one side of the room, while alien art stretched up to the cavernous ceilings. There were cases and cases of jewelry and gemstones resting in black velvet. Armor and antiques were strewn about.

“There is another vault like this on Akhet,” he said, leading you into it.

“Another one?” you asked.

“Yes, Since we are integrating with human women I believe the majority of human-Kherae relations will be conducted on Earth in the future. Most families will probably be raised here for the mother’s comfort, so it’s worthwhile to keep considerable assets on this planet.”

“You’re always thinking of a rainy day,” you commented.

He frowned at you.

“I don’t know what the weather has to do with this…” he said.

You smiled at his perplexed face. It was very cute.

“It means to prepare for the worst,” you explained.

He nodded.

“Yes,” he said, “our family has survived war and famine because we prepare contingency after contingency. The only thing we did not prepare for was the Golt, but we have survived that as well and now there’s hope for the future.”

He looked at you thoughtfully and you quickly looked away. He meant your womb. You were going to be carrying the future heir to the Zovith fortune. You smoothed your dress, nervously.

“Good to know,” you said, turning your attention to a sparkling ruby necklace.

“You can take anything you like,” he said almost bitterly, “none of this has any sentimental value to me.”

He fingered a large opal hilt dagger.

“It’s all just the spoils of war and conquest,” he murmured.

“You don’t have any family heirlooms?” you asked, “I don’t want to take something that belonged to your mother.”

He shrugged.

“I never really knew her,” he said, “she died when I was too small to really remember her, just after Dessin was born. If anything here was hers, I wouldn’t know.”

He picked up a diamond tennis bracelet and fastened it to your wrist.

“Perhaps I’ll grow some attachment to these things if you wear them,” he said.

You swallowed thickly.

“Oh”

“Come,” he said, leading you to a framed chart on the wall.

“This is the Zovith family tree,” he said, pointing to one area, “this is the King. As you can see I am the nephew of the king, which means if something were to happen to him, I would become King.”

You looked at him a little nervously.

“Is anything going to happen to him?” you asked, delicately.

He chuckled.

“No, I’m not ambitious. I can move much more freely as Archduke,” he assured you, “but I wanted you to know the gravity of your responsibilities.”

You nodded.

“I think I understand,” you said, “you want me to bear the heir to the Zovith family.”

He looked down at you, his eyes flashing.

“I want you to lead the Zovith family,” he said.

–

When you were finally able to reach your room, you collapsed on the bed. Idreod had put you through your paces, making you meticulously review all of the Zovith’s family’s many assets. You wondered if the next day would be just as exhausting. At least there wouldn’t be an impromptu proposal.

You examined the ring on your finger. It wasn’t a run of the mill solitaire ring in the highest carat available. Instead it was a lovely antique with silver filigree. Small diamonds set in scallops surrounded a large central cushion cut diamond. You wondered if he had picked it out himself or if Airies had. It was so unique, it felt like it couldn’t have been arbitrary.

There was a knock at your door and you winced.

“It’s open,” you called.

The door opened to reveal Dessin and you frowned.

“I’m not sure you should be coming here like this,” you said.

He walked in anyway, but lingered at the opposite wall.

“I only want to talk,” he said. He looked down at your hand.

“That’s a pretty ring, did he give that to you?” he asked.

“It’s my engagement ring,” you said, feeling defensive for some reason and pulling it to your chest.

“He must have pulled it out of the vault,” he said, waving it away, “he doesn’t normally care about things like that.”

“You don’t think too highly of your brother,” you commented.

“He doesn’t think highly of me, either,” he said, scrubbing a hand through his hair, “he might be putting on an act for you, but my brother isn’t a good guy.”

You bit your lip.

“Well he’s certainly not warm and fuzzy, but…he’s surprised me today,” you said, because it was true.

He chuckled darkly, but oddly his face brightened.

“Enough about my brother,” he said, crossing the room and sitting down next to you on the bed, “I want to learn about my sister.”

You pulled your knees to your chest and looked over them at him.

“What do you want to know?”

“What’s your favorite color?” he asked.

You laughed.

“Really? That’s what you’re going with?” you giggled.

He huffed in mock derision.

“You can tell a lot about a person from their favorite color,” he said, “if it were pink I don’t know if we could be friends.”

“What’s wrong with pink?” you asked.

He grinned.

“Purple is better,” he said.

You laughed, your eyes gliding over his purple skin as he probably intended. What a flirt.

“I guess I have to be on team purple from now on, don’t I?” you asked, playfully.

He was silent for a moment and his hand lifted a bit of your hair. He examined it for a second.

“You don’t have to marry him you know,” he said, quietly.

You looked at him.

“I do,” you said, “I have debts.”

He looked down.

“My brother thinks he can buy anything he wants,” he grumbled, holding the lock of hair to his lips, “I don’t want him to have you.”

You put your hand on his wrist, gently pulling your hair back.

“Don’t worry about me,” you said, “please.”

“I’d do anything for you (Y/N), but not that,” he said.

You couldn’t hide your red cheeks.

“Um…I’m tired, Dessin. I think maybe you should go,” you whispered.

His eyes searched yours for a moment, then his usual cheerful self returned.

“Of course, sister,” he said, smiling, before leaning down and kissing you on the cheek, “goodnight.”

When he was gone, you clutched the covers, while you tried to get to sleep after turning the lock on your door.

—

“What do you think you’re doing Dessin?” Idreod growled at his younger brother as he dragged him out of the hallway where your room was located by his horn. He’d heard about half of your conversation and he didn’t like it. When they were far enough away that you couldn’t hear he slammed his head against the wall.

“Tell me what you think you are doing!” he demanded, holding him by the collar.

“You don’t deserve her Idreod,” he spat, “do you really think you can just buy someone? Are you an Ozil?”

“What do you know about it?” Idreod hissed, “you hop from bed to bed like a louse. You don’t know anything. She’s resilient and responsible. She will make a perfect archduchess.”

“But she’s not yours.” he insisted, “you purchased her, but she doesn’t belong to you.”

“She is mine,” he growled, “she’s accepted her future and that’s with me!”

“You’re going to break something precious and irreplaceable about her and you will regret it.” he snapped back, “You can’t give her love. I can! Let me have her! I’ll hand over the child you want.”

“You’re an idiot,” he shouted, his fist making contact with his chin. Dessin groaned and spat blood.

“You always have been! You have no sense of duty. Do you care what you are doing to (Y/N), confusing her? Do you know what those humans will do to her? They will sell her to an Ozil. Can you protect her from that or are you just playing with lives you have no real care for? You don’t know how to do “serious” Dessin, so stop acting.”

He jerked him up by his hair.

“And stay away from my fiance,” he hissed, before punching him in the stomach and leaving him on the floor.

“If I find you in her room again, I won’t be so lenient,” he called over his shoulder as he stalked down the hallway.

#alien fluff #sfw alien fluff #monster fluff #yandere fluff #yandere male #alien x reader #x reader #monster x reader #yandere x reader #exophelia

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cookie-crumblr · 8 months

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Hype Train!

F!Streamer Reader x M!Yandere Streamer OC

Part 4~

His Info: 📹✨

Part: 1 2 3 4 5

!!!MINORS DNI!!!

CW: WHOLE PART IS NSFW, !F reader, use of she/her when referring to reader, reader has a vagina, pet names not from ML (doll, ), SA!! NOT BY ML, assaults, NON CON NOT BY ML, Murder, gore, possibly angsty?, fingering, p in v, pet names (pretty, good girl, pretty girl, ) creampie, praise, lots of consent checks! long azz smut, probably my favorite work so far…👉👈

“Thank you all for coming again!!! I had so much fun tonight! we’re gonna stream again tomorrow and if not then the next day I promise!!! See y’all later and shower this next person with love!!!” You type out a raid message for everyone to copy, and click raid now.

You sigh as you take off your headset.

At least you feel tired enough to sleep now.

*loud knocking*

“C’mon!!! Seriously??” You know who it is before you even answer.

“Hello, Jared.” your voice is deadpanned and your expression unimpressed.

Although… You haven’t had a good fuck in a while…

Not that Jared is a “good” fuck. He’s at least got the equipment for the job.

“Doll, you know, I’ve been thinking about you again, just let me in to explain,” He says seriously and tries to push past you to inside your apartment.

You immediately block his path. “Excuse you. I don’t care what you’re thinking about. And I was gonna let you in, but now that you just tried to barge your way in, I’ve changed my mind. Get out of here.” You slam the door hard toward the frame.

His hand comes up, “Listen to me, bitch. I said I was thinking about you. Listen to my explanation.” He demands, his foot in the way of the blue painted wood.

Your heart races… No. Not this again.

You didn’t even notice at first the smell of it on his breath.

He’s been drinking.

You aren’t surprised or disappointed.

You are however, afraid.

“N-no… I-I don’t have to listen to you. Not now, not ever.” you remain firm. “Leave, o-or I’ll… Call the cops.”

“Hah. Like that’ll save you, doll.” He pushes the door open and throws you against a wall.

Your skull hits it with a loud *THUD*

shit, shit, shit, SHIT!

what do you do?!

Your cat runs and hides under the bed in the other room.

Thank goodness, at least Opal won’t get hurt by this maniac.

You struggle and put up as much of a fight as possible, but he over powers your every attemp.

You eventually just stop.

You turn your face, he pulls you back.

You squeeze your lips shut, he slams your head back so you gasp and let his tongue violate you.

He strips you, and throws your body, stomach down, onto the couch.

You try and crawl away, and he just pulls you back.

“No! PLEASE!!!!!” You cry out, your voice not even sounding like your own anymore.

Flashbacks to your time in the pit resurface again, forcing their way into your head while he forces his way into your body.

You cry and plead, he just punches and bites you where ever he can.

All you can do is cry now.

“Bite the pillow, bitch!” he yells into your ear.

You wake maybe thirty minutes later with his weight on top of you.

You manage to roll out while he’s in his drunken coma.

You hope while you’re at work he just… leaves…

He usually does.

The shower you take doesn’t help you feel any cleaner.

Tears don’t even threaten your numb body anymore. You’re embraced once more by the hollow feeling you’ve gotten accustomed to.

Do you even remember feeling safe only a day ago?

It feels like it was simply a dream at this point.

Jasper opens the unlocked door you left and sees the naked man on your couch.

His pupils once again blown with a familiar rage.

He drops his bag loudly onto the ground.

The man sits up, covering his exposed lower half “Who the fuck are you? You, freak! Get out!” He yells.

Jasper reaches into his pocket, pulling out a syringe.

“W-what the fuck man, what is that?!”

Jasper steps forward, and Jared jumps up to meet him.

“Get away! Freak! I’m warning you!” Jared lunges, knocking the syringe from his hands

Jasper then kicks his legs out from under him.

He falls to his knees, seeing the syringe near the coffee table, he reaches for it.

Jasper stomps down onto his veiny hand, breaking bones.

He screams, “WHAT THE FUCK?! Who the HELL do you think you-”

His sentence is cut off as Jasper crunches his hand, grinding it under his boot. “AHHHHH!!! OOWWW F-FUCK!!”

He grasps his scalp with fist fulls of sandy blonde hair next, and hovers it up over the corner of the coffee table.

Jared tries to pry the black boot off of his hand, as his eyes widen in fear looking at the metal edges.

“What the FUCK man!!!! This isn’t a joke! STOP!!”

Jasper smiles grimly, leaning down closer to him, “Oh, you want ME to stop? What about Y/N? Didn’t she ask you that?” he hums sinisterly.

“Th-That’s different! chicks always say-” he’s cut off again.

“Say what? Say No?” He barks out a cruel and unforgiving laugh.

He’s tired of this animals voice.

“Bite the metal, bitch.” He slams his face repeatedly into the corner of the table.

He gurgles and coughs, as his face swiftly becomes a bloodied, unrecognizable pulp.

You sigh. Climbing the stairs grudgingly.

You threw up at work again and they forced you to go home.

You’re so emotionally stressed, your body has started to try and rid you of it physically again.

You hear something strange, but you can’t yet tell what it is. You’re too worried how your gonna pay for next months “protection” and make the rent on time…

Your door isn’t locked still. No point, you thought.

Jared leaves it unlocked after he leaves anyway.

At least he doesn’t have a key.

The noises are coming from inside your appartment though… Is he… Hurting Opal??? You burst through the door, “Jare-” Your eyes widen, as you study the unknown man hovering over a bloodied Jared…

You go to scream, and Jasper rushes at you covering your mouth with his hand.

“Wait! Y/N!”

You’re trembling, but you recognize him by his voice now.

He removes his hand, and you speak quietly, “Jasper?”

You slowly close the door behind you…

“W-what is…” You don’t need to finish that, you know what’s happening.

“Wait! Y/N, I’m not… uhg… I didn’t think you’d be back so soon,” he doesn’t move anymore toward you, he just looks over the body.

He’s not attacking you.

Your brow furrows, maybe you don’t know…?

“What are… You doing? why? I’m so…” confused, but you can’t speak anymore, before tears start falling again.

Jasper wraps his arms around your shaking form, in a loving embrace, not like one of someone that wants more.

You squeeze back… You don’t know why, or how, but you know he doesn’t mean you harm.

“Jasper, whatever you’re doing, please stop… You’re.. Going to get into so much trouble for… This, a-and I’m not worth the trouble…” You shakily push through the tears.

He holds you tighter. “You are, Y/N, you are.”

“You don’t understand, I’m in a lot of deep shit right now… People are… after me. People are using me. People are-”

He kisses you.

Nobody’s ever tried to protect you before.

How did he even get here?

Maybe one of the questions you should be worried about…

How did he know where you are? Is another.

But your too overcome with emotion to think any rational thoughts right now.

Your arms travel upward, twisting around Jasper’s neck.

He picks you up by your sides, your legs hook around his waist.

He carries you to your bedroom, and lays you gently on the bed.

You’re still crying, and you continue to embrace him.

His hands wander down to your crotch, he pulls away to look into your eyes, “May I?”

Through blurry eyes you nod, and push forward to kiss him again, harder than he did.

His lips push back into yours, he sighs through his nose.

His fingers hook under your panties and pull them down your legs.

You help kick them off.

He finds your slit and slowly strokes up and down, covering his fingers in your slick.

You moan into him, nothing has ever felt this good, and he hasn’t even started.

You might come already…

Your legs snap shut, locking his hand in place.

He pulls his face back again, studying yours, “It’s okay, just relax, and let it out, pretty…” he coos, his face burying into your neck now.

You shiver, feeling his tongue and his hot breath against your skin.

He smells so nice.

like fresh air.

You slowly try and relax your legs, opening just enough for him to move again.

He tweaks your sensitive bud.

“Mmmm!” You bite your lips hard, your brows so tight together your face almost hurts. You’re holding your breath too and you don’t even notice until your lungs burn.

“shhh. Shhhh, it’s okay. It’s okay,” he shushes you sweetly. “You’ll be okay. let it all out, f’me”

“J-Jas-perrr…” Your body quakes with your first orgasm.

Nobody’s ever made you come before. It’s almost painful it feels so good.

Your legs snap shut again, and he chuckles quietly. “There, there, Y/N, you did so good, you’re such a good girl,” you feel his smile against your neck. “Can i have my hand back though? I need to do this for you, I wont be able to fit, and I don’t want to hurt you,”

You relax as much as you can, straining yourself as you do. He waits patiently, smiling as you try. you manage to open wider for him than last time, your body still shaking.

From the orgasm yes, and also from fear.

Not from fear of him…

You’re just…

Afraid.

You feel so safe right now, you actually feel fear. You’re terrified. and you don’t know exactly what of.

Maybe you’re afraid of letting your guard down for the first time.

Tears are streaming down your face more rapidly now.

You choke out sobs, “Jas-per… Jas…p-per…”

“Shhhh shhhh, it’s okay, i promise, it’ll be okay, pretty, pretty girl.” His thumb oh so gently circles your clit, barely touching you, he can tell how sensitive you are and doesn’t want to overwhelm you.

He kisses your neck, and dips a finger into your quivering hole. You fight the urge to once again, snap your legs shut, instead trying to spread wider.

“That’s it, you’re doin’ so good f’me,” he kisses you again, even more gently than the last time. “I’m so proud of you,”

You’re biting your lips harder, as more and more tears and sobs leave your body.

He very slowly dips another finger in.

Even after last night the stretch is hard to take at first.

You draw blood from your lips, and his other hand leaves your body to find your mouth, “here, bite me ‘nstead, pretty. I don’t wanna see you hurting’.”

You clench your teeth before you give in, you don’t want to hurt him either, so you instead use your hand to angle his fingers to your lips… You start to suck gently.

“haaaaa” he sighs so contently into your neck, the air tickles and you smile around him. You actually smile!

“I’m so, so proud of you, you’re doing so well,” his voice never raising more than a soft whisper.

Your hair is soaked with your tears now, and your wetting the pillow.

“hmmm” you hum, sucking and licking his fingers.

His other ones remain occupied gently scissoring your open.

Your body shakes as you come again.

“mm-mmmm!”

“That’s it, that’s a good girl, come f’me again, pretty,”

You open wider still, his thumb pulls away so you can come down without over stimulating you, while his fingers continue to work you’re tender quim.

Your brows peak and you squeeze your eyes shut.

He pulls completely away from you, and licks the fingers that where just inside you.

“Here” he says softly, “lemme help you, one second, pretty,” he rips the bottom of his shirt, pulling around his torso.

The sound scares you a little, but you trust him.

“May I?” he hovers it in front of your face looking deep into your eyes for your permission again.

And again, you nod, a little more eagerly this time.

He gently ties the black fabric around your eyes, careful not to pull your hair, or get it stuck in the knot.

You strangely feel more comfortable and your legs relax more easily now.

Your eyes also relax, and you sigh out, You breathe better surprisingly.

“I’m going t’ touch you again, okay?” He waits for you to nod before running just the tips of his fingers all the way up your legs.

They slowly caress you going up to the hem of your shirt, and you feel them tug gently. “m‘kay, pretty, I’m gonna take this off of you too, will you let me see you?”

You ferociously nod this time, trying not to but your lip, remembering before.

“so precious, thank you, pretty…” He slides the fabric slowly up, his fingertips still brushing against your soft skin.

He takes it off of you without touching the blindfold.

You still have a bra, and a skirt on. “W-wait!” you speak up, and he halts completely, a little surprised, but not at all upset.

You sit up so that you can reach behind you and unhook the bra. You cover yourself as you remove it, and your face heats up as it sets in that you’re willingly exposing yourself to someone.

“You’re wonderful,” he whispers awestruck, “So very wonderful. Will you let me look at you?”

Slowly you nod your head, and slowly you remove one hand, then the second. Your fists are clutched so tightly your knuckles have turned white. You turn your head, embarrassed.

“It’s okay, c’mere,” he gently takes your chin into his hand and turns your face back to him, his lips capture yours.

The love he feels pours freely into your soul.

One hand now cups your bare breast, and massages you tenderly.

“mm,” quiet moans leave your body for his.

He continues to kiss you and fondle your skin, his fingers move further up and stop to pinch your nipple.

“Mmm!” you’re surprised by the feeling but it’s so good… Your core heats up to extreme levels.

You rub your legs together this time for more friction, rather than to hide.

He pulls back with a smile. “You’re so perfect.” he says breathily, enraptured by you.

The hand under your chin moves back down ghosting over your body so you know at all times where it’s at.

“Haaaa” Your body twitches as he moves over some spots. “mM!”

“shhhhh, shhhhh, it’s gonna be alright. I’m gonna make everything all alright.” his already soft voice gets even softer with every one of his guarantees.

“O-mmm!-kay” you breathe out effortlessly, finding your voice, and still feeling the pleasure building in your core.

His fingers split into a “v” as they encase your clit and push down, then close slowly as they slide back up with the same force.

Your hips buck up, “Ahh!! mmmm! oh no! no…” you whine.

His smile softens, “do you want me to stop?”

“No! P-please… D-don’t…” you shake your head and grab his arm with both hands.

He dips back inside of you before dragging them all the way back up and he repeats this until you climax again.

You shudder out a sigh, “Th-thank youu…” You whimper.

“Thank you, pretty, you’re givin’ me s’much”

He repositions you both so that your legs fall on either side of him.

You feel him lift your thighs and press them not too uncomfortably closer to your body.

“I’m going to enter you now, is that okay?”

You nod vigorously, “Mmhm! p-please…” You cover your lips with your hands, he lets you, smiling as he admires your every move.

You feel his hot, spongey tip press against your hole. You brace. then he slides it up your slit, before he taps it to your clit. You jump a little and smile back while biting your lip gently this time.

“Good, you’re doin’ s’good f’me” his hips roll, sliding his burning cock up and down your folds.

Your hole twitches around nothing as you come again, as you do he guides the tip into you with an almost *pop*

You inhale while he exhales, both moaning at the sudden sensation.

You squeeze him as your pussy twitches involuntarily. He holds himself there, and presses his hand to your stomach, resting his thumb over your clit.

As you come down he rubs in circles, he slides in at the same time, letting you adjust to his size as he goes.

He bottoms out and you feel fuller than you ever have in your life. “Such a good, good girl.” his voice is a little more strained now, he’s feeling the pleasure just like you are.

His tip kisses your womb.

Gently he pulls out a little bit, before pushing back in, kissing your womb again.

“I’m-gonna cum inside you. Do you want that?” he circles your clit at an even pace.

“Mhm!”

“Use.. Your words, pretty,” he sighs blissfully.

“P-please, Jasper! Cum inside me!” You’ve never wanted anyone to until today. And you want it right now more than anything else in the world.

“Of course, I’ll—fill you up, pretty” He leans down over you and grabs the headboard for more stability.

You feel that he’s closer to you and you reach up blindly to hold him as best you can.

He starts a steady and easy pace to follow, you meet every thrust with your hips.

Every time he enters the pressure against your insides turns hotter and hotter, spinning a coil inside you so tightly you see stars.

He speeds up when he feels you can handle it, and slows down when you get too high.

His dick twitches inside of you and he presses the hardest he has into you yet, you come more powerfully than all the times leading up to this and you cry out his name, “Jasper! oh! oh my, Jasper! Jasper!”

He continues to thrust in a couple more times until you feel his body shudder and your womb is filled to the brim.

“Jas-per! Jas-!” His lips crash against yours he holds the headboard with both hands now, regaining his senses while he remains inside you.

“I love you, Y/N”

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