#non con thoughts tw

[konigsblog]

tw/cw: stepcest, dub-con (intoxication), non-con (somnophillia)

stepbro!gaz and stepbro!soap thots again :3

— ☆‧₊˚. stepbro!gaz is absolutely addicted to your whimpers, much like johnny is. he's absolutely infatuated with the idea of being your one and only, despite being step siblings. he gets off to the thought of bruising your neck and pussy, so that if any man every gets into your panties, he'll see what a filthy, gross slag you truly are, for your stepbrothers.

kyle loves when you give him a handjob beneath the blanket, absolutely subbing. even when your mother walks in, or your stepfather, you don't stop, continuing to fist and stroke him beneath the covers! don't give kyle too much attention, otherwise he'll guilt trip you into giving him it 24/7, demanding it every hour of the day.

this also results in fights with johnny, arguing other who's taking too much attention from you. slapping eachother and pinning eachother against the wall, punching before you're begging them to stop, allowing both of them to use your body to relieve their frustration and anger instead. whether that's gaz using your pretty asshole or soap fucking your pussy sloppily, filling you with his milky white cum.

— ☆‧₊˚. stepbro!soap is more overprotective. he's so scared for his little stepsister — so much that he follows you around at parties, talking some sense into any man who looks at you a little too long, before dragging you to the bathroom and pushing your head down onto his thick, hard cock as compensation for getting him all worried and worked up at the sight of you in that tiny, little dress.

johnny hates when you use toys instead, but adores when he's able to use them on you. even if he's gaming or working on reports for his captain, he wants you to meekly come to his desk and plead him to use them on you! you should be grateful he wants to spend time with his annoying, dumb stepsister anyway... if he's too busy, expect to be ordered onto your knees, rubbing your pussy back and forth along his shoes, or bouncing on a dildo while looking up at him like he's some type of god — one that could fulfill your needs and wishes.

stepbro!soap likes using you when you're asleep, the anticipation of being caught by you waking up keeps him going. panting and breathing like a mutt in heat, rutting into you roughly and holding your thigh up whilst spooning you. god forbid kyle catches him, he'll be berated, used as blackmail. forcing johnny to watch as he fucks your pretty body nicely like a good older brother.

[yandereheathen]

The Cost of Protection [Yandere elf guard x Fem Reader] 18+ Chapter #2

Hoi! Hasn't it been forever? I got the bug again for this boy, and I think maybe Korm :> a little part #2, and I have #3 in the making for later this week! Thank you for all the asks. You are the people I wanted to make this for! approx 1,570 words Warnings: Non-con/kissing/ some violence, obsessive treatment, death threats. As always, I do not endorse relationships like this. It is just for fun! Please do not read in a rough state of mind.

A bitter chill clung to Barovia as you stepped out from your tavern, coin pouch clasped tightly in hand. Hope was scarce in these lands, but you held onto the thought of escaping Maverick’s grasp, even if it was just for a few hours of peace. The market streets were eerie in the early morning light, deserted but for a few drifting souls, hollow-eyed and battered by the bleakness of life under Strahd’s rule. You made your way to the stalls, intending to pick up a few supplies, something fresh and maybe something to brighten up the tavern. Your hand was already reaching for the vendor’s apples when you felt a rough tug at your waist, and before you could react, your coin pouch was gone. You spun around, catching sight of the thief’s shadow darting around a corner. “Stop! Come back here!” you yelled, but your voice barely echoed in the empty streets, swallowed by the mist and despair that never lifted in Barovia. Swallowing your pride, you made your way to the nearest guard post. Two Barovian guards lounged by the door, their eyes cold and bored as they watched your approach. You took a breath, trying to calm your nerves before speaking.

“Please, I need help,” you began, voice barely above a whisper, as though saying it louder would make the shame sting more. One guard sneered, his gaze sliding over you with disdain and dark interest. He stepped closer, grabbing the fabric of your shirt between his rough fingers and pulling you nearer, his breath hot against your cheek. “I can think of a way you might earn some help, sweetheart,” he murmured, his grin twisting with something sinister. Before you could protest, the second guard nudged him with a sigh. “Nah, she’s Maverick’s girl,” he muttered, giving you an appraising look. “He’ll be pissed if we touch her. Go crawl back to him if you want help so bad.” They shoved you off, sending you stumbling back a step as they laughed, their voices fading into the mist. Gritting your teeth, you stomped your foot in frustration. “Bastards,” you spat under your breath. Straightening your shirt, you tried to collect yourself, brushing off their words as you turned back toward your tavern. Back inside, you searched through your small collection of trinkets, fingers grazing over rings and pendants, hoping you’d stashed away enough to sell and make up for the lost coins. But just as you reached into the drawer, you felt a cold sensation on your thigh—the hilt of a sword lifting the edge of your skirt. “Hmm… black today,” a familiar, chilling voice purred from behind. “Trying to shut someone out?” You jumped, spinning around, pressing yourself against the wall as your heart hammered in your chest. There he was, Maverick, still in his guard uniform, looking every bit the devil with that smirk across his face. “I heard you had some trouble today, little bunny.” His voice was low, dripping with mock sympathy, as he set down a small pouch on the table beside you. Your pouch—the one that had been stolen. But now, it was splattered with minor, fresh stains of blood. “A gift,” he purred, drawing closer, his golden eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. Before you could respond, his arms closed around you, trapping you in an iron embrace. You tried to twist away, hands pushing at his chest, but his grip was unyielding. “Please… let go,” you whimpered, your voice trembling as he leaned closer, his breath hot against your neck. “No,” he replied, voice heavy with a hunger that sent a shiver down your spine. His teeth sank into your shoulder, the sharp pain blossoming as you felt his teeth break the skin. You screamed, the sound filling the small room as blood seeped from the wound, trailing down your chest in warm rivulets. He groaned, his breath hitching with sick satisfaction as he licked the blood from your skin, his hold tightening, crushing you against him. You struggled, pushing, desperate to escape, but his grip grew firmer, his amusement rumbling against your skin. He pulled back, his face inches from yours, a twisted smile playing on his bloodstained lips. “Remember this, little bunny,” he murmured, his voice soft, almost affectionate. “You’re mine. No one else is allowed to touch you, help you, or save you. You belong to me.”

Maverick’s fingers grazed over your collarbone, the roughness of his touch stark against the soft skin he’d just marred. His gaze bore into yours, a wicked satisfaction glinting in those golden eyes, watching for every hint of your reaction. You held your breath, your pulse racing as he drew closer, his lips brushing your jawline, his voice a low whisper. “Do you understand, little bunny?” he murmured, his tone carrying an unsettling gentleness that only heightened your discomfort. You clenched your fists, refusing to give in to the sway of his words. Your body tensed as you pushed against him, struggling to twist out of his grasp. But he didn’t budge, his hand pressing against the small of your back, holding you in place with an ease that both frustrated and frightened you. “Stop fighting me,” he purred, his voice soft but commanding, his hand slipping from your back to trace the curve of your hip. You squirmed under his grip, a fierce glare on your face as you met his eyes. “Let go of me,” you hissed, anger masking the flickers of betrayal that your body was beginning to reveal. Heat rose to your skin as his touch lingered, his fingers pressing into you with a possessive intensity that sent unwanted shivers down your spine. You fought the reaction, the betrayal of your body, the way your skin seemed to tingle under his touch despite every protest in your mind. “Why must you resist?” he murmured, pressing his lips to the hollow of your throat, slow and deliberate, savoring every inch of hesitation and rebellion in your stance. His hands traced down, capturing your wrists, pinning them against the wall beside your head, his face mere inches from yours. “Don’t pretend you don’t feel it,” he whispered, his breath hot against your cheek. His grip tightened, pulling you closer until there was no space between you. Every inch of your body seemed to betray you, the warmth of his touch igniting sensations you’d instead have denied, your pulse quickening even as you struggled to pull away. He leaned in, his mouth ghosting over your ear, the warmth of his breath sending shivers along your skin. “You’re mine,” he said again, his voice soft but unyielding. His hand moved, tracing the lines of your body with a dark reverence, savoring the tension, the resistance, the way your breath caught with every touch. You fought the sensations, the rebellion in your mind conflicting with the stir of warmth spreading through you, your body’s involuntary response only fueling the twisted satisfaction in his gaze. He leaned closer, his hands trailing down your sides, his touch both rough and reverent, as if claiming each part of you with a dark insistence. “See, even your body understands,” he murmured, his fingers pressing into you with deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving yours. Despite every struggle and protest, you couldn’t deny how your pulse raced under his touch, the heat rising against your will. He grinned, having enough, and pushed you down, falling to your ass when he had you mesmerized. “Now. Show me how thankful you are, bunny, for me helping you.” the fabric on his pants was rough and slightly dirty from the mud as your cheek was rubbed with this clothed cock. He lets out a shivering moan. “so soft…but I want to feel something softer.”

You start shaking and crying as you feel his veins and skin sliding in and out of your mouth, young and then lips in a popping noise. He is not as gentle as when he first started clear. A need inside him was burning, screaming to get out, and your mouth would take the punishment of it. Every thrust of your head bounced painfully at the wall, you let out a cry, and he gets rougher now, grabbing your hair and dragging you back and forth. The worst part is. Not that you can’t breathe. Not the pain in your head. But the warm, dizzy feeling in your head and the…warmth dripping on your legs. The room spun, fear blurring your vision as his words sank in, the weight of your captivity closing in, suffocating and inescapable as you felt his cum down your throat. "Mine"

[katsukikitten]

Tw:noncon

Deku’s taking the naked pictures and videos he took of you, and the selfies he stole from your tapped phone and posting them on an Only Fans account he’s set up for you. Telling everyone it’s his girlfriend, and that you gave him permission— but he keeps all the ones you filmed of you touching yourself for himself like the sick perv he is. And what’s worse is he deletes them from your phone memory almost immediately because he knows you’re going to send them to some guy that doesn’t deserve you.

But because he deletes so many videos and photos you take you start to think the phone is broken, and you want to contact the seller to tell him but you’re scared to tell him it’s only the dirty photos and videos that disappear— because that sounds crazy doesn’t it?

Oh MY GOD JO YES

He loves the little moans you make when your fingers are touching that pretty cunt of yours. How you never moan a man's name and just make those sounds that have his cock hard and weeping pre in a matter of seconds. Knowing your body so well that he knows when to whisper cum and as if you hear him you do before he's painting his big scarred fist in his own sticky seed.

The OF page is blowing up, people love your body and the way you arch when you're using toys that pale in comparison to Izuku's fat cock. They love how you're a mostly faceless star and the only way anyone can tell it's the same woman in the photos and short videos of you creaming around a toy are the small golden ring on your pinkie finger and the necklace that spells out princess.

The deletion of the dirty photos and videos you've been taking is starting to really bother you, making you wonder why it's happening. He couldn't be doing this right? He was so kind and his smile was so warm and inviting, maybe it's some weird glitch?

And so you decide to ask the seller to take a look, leaving out a few important details of course.

Hey Izuku, you sold and set up this phone for me a couple of months ago but it's starting to act weird. It's deleting random photos and videos I've taken like right after I take them and I think it's deleting apps. 🥺 Can you help me?

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Home Alone Yandere! Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female Reader Chapter Two

Author note- Here we are back again with chapter two of Home Alone. Now as you can gather I like to mention any and all trigger warnings in the authors notes before we proceed. If that's okay with everyone. Anyways this chapter will feature such things as stalking, violence. and non-con touching, non-con drugging almost non-con SA as well as more obsessive thoughts from our boy, Simon. And more paranoia from our poor reader.

Now that we got THAT out of the way here is Chapter Two. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter Two.

You were exhausted. Having spent most of the night tossing and turning, and now you were on your third coffee of the day. The good news was that you didn't have to work today. The bad news was you were meeting your sisters for lunch soon and all you wanted to do was sleep. And to top it off? Was you were so sure you had closed your window last night, the one that didn't lock, the one you had meant to talk to your landlord about but it always slipped your mind. Normally it wouldn't bother you but you could swear that someone had been watching you.

And during the night you could have swore you saw a large figure concealed in the shadows of you room, wearing a mask with a skull on it. But as dawn broke you brushed it off as a nightmare. And in all honesty nothing seemed out of place, though if you really looked you would noticed that a couple pairs of panties were missing, thankfully not the ones that were your favorites, but if you really looked you would notice a pair of pink and red panties with a bow on the butt had gone missing, as well as a pair of maroon panties. No big deal you bought panties in bulk it would seem, considering how often you lost panties. Oh, if only you knew...

Heaving a tired sigh that turned into another yawn you went to your bathroom intent on grabbing a shower, not knowing that during the night the seaweed scented body wash you had been using, that you loved had been replaced with a new bottle, or how your razor, one that had been replaced because your old one had looked rather rough. Not that you'd really notice the difference you never did, brushing it off as something you did but had forgotten about.

Turning on the water you heaved a sigh as hot water cascaded over you, tilting your head back you tried to push the odd thoughts from your head, surely there was no one following you, right? Shaking your head you turned off the water, and stepped out of it, wrapping a towel around yourself you stepped into your bedroom, getting dressed for the day. Unbeknownst to you of the man clad in black sitting outside your apartment, staring up at the window of your apartment.

One day Simon would find the courage to speak to you, to actually meet you, not as Ghost, but as the real him, the real Simon Riley. Taking a drag of his cigarette he turned away from your apartment and walked off. He would be back tonight. But for now he would be watching, always.

***

"Are you okay?" You older sister, Lynda asked.

You nodded, before stifling another yawn. You, Lynda, and your younger sister, Amy sat in one of your favorite cafes catching up on your day to day life. Lynda had told you about her job, and her current boyfriend that she had been dating for a few weeks now. And your younger sister had told you about her job, and school. Claiming that she was having trouble with one of her classmates, but things had worked out in the end.

"And you?" Amy asked, looking to you.

You bit down on your bottom lip and shrugged your shoulders. "Works been okay, but it's funny..." You trailed off, glancing out the window of the cafe, your eyes widening when you caught a glimpse of a large man staring right at you. Dark brown eyes that were almost black stared right at you. The rest of his face covered with a black balaclava with a skull emblazoned on it. A chill running down her spine.

"Y/N?" Lynda asked, jerking you from your thoughts. "You okay?"

You continued to stare when Lynda tapped you on your shoulder, jerking you from your staring contest, when you looked back he was gone. "I think I'm going crazy." You told your sisters.

The both of them looked to you. "Old news." Amy joked, and was rewarded with a laugh from Lynda.

Okay, you couldn't help but muster a chuckle at that, however your smile soon disappeared.

"No, seriously." Any spoke, placing a hand on your shoulder. "What's going on?"

Taking a sip of your tea you took a deep breath. Maybe you were being silly, maybe you were being paranoid. But maybe telling your sisters what was going on, how you thought you were being followed, how you thought someone had been in your apartment, had seen some guy at your work, and now outside the cafe.

Both Amy and Lynda looked to you as you spilled your guts, looks of worry etched on their faces. "Have you done anything about it? Asked your manager? Or called the cops?"

You shook your head. You knew they had a point, if someone was stalking you it would be best to get others involved. But whenever you noticed the stranger he was gone in a blink of an eye. So quickly you thought it was just your imagination. But maybe it would be best to get someone involved. The the big question was, what would you tell the cops. 'Help, there's a strange man stalking me. And I have no idea what he looks like.' Yeah, that would go over so well. Aside from his eyes and the fact that he was a big dude you really didn't have much on him.

Shaking your head sigh, you're at a loss for what to do. Downing the rest of your drink you get up from your seat, wishing your sisters a good day before leaving.

***

You knew I was watching you, didn't you? Simon thought, dark eyes tracking you as you left the cafe and headed home, Simon trailing behind you. Occasionally you would glance over your shoulder, and every time you did he would dart down an alleyway, occasionally you'd catch a glimpse of him and quicken your pace. Until you finally reached your apartment, glancing over your shoulder as you did. And as he watched you Simon couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a day when he would be able to talk to you, touch you.

Shaking his head he walked away.

***

Days had passed since you had spoke with your sisters, and now you found yourself in your work breakroom, a cup of bitter black coffee in you hands as you talked with your coworkers, listening to them discuss their plans for the night. When one of them turns to you, Stacy.

"So, Y/N what are your plans for the night?" She asked.

You thought for a moment, if you were being honest you really didn't want to go home. Didn't want to be alone. So maybe hanging out with your friends after work would do you some good.

"No really, why?" You asked.

"Well me and Kayla are going to this new club downtown, want to come?"

That sounded like a good idea. Smiling you nodded. Perhaps this would help you forget about what was going on, there was no way your stalker would follow you to a crowded place like that, right?

"Great! We'll pick you up around eight. Wear something cute, there are going to be a ton of cute guys there, you might meet someone there." Stacy said.

If you were being honest you weren't really looking for anyone but you weren't going to tell her that. You liked Stacy and Kayla but they always seemed to be trying to hook you up with someone. So you said nothing. And before long your shift ended without incident. And were now wandering around your apartment trying on various outfits, before finally picking on a short black dress. And were now fixing up your make up, painting your lips a dark red.

Placing the lipstick in your purse, before looking at yourself in the mirror, smiling, satisfied with how you look before turning away from your mirror as you hear a knock at the door. Opening it you were greeted your friends, a wide smile on your lips.

"You ready?" Kayla asked.

Smiling you nodded, before closing and locking the door, before following after your friends. Unaware of the eyes on your retreating back. Unaware of the large man following you as you laughed and joked with your friends, as you got into the car, Simon following suit, following you into the club you and your friends had gone to, him following after. And soon disappeared into the crowd and drunken and probably high club goers.

Eyes on you, always on you, watching as you danced, the tight black dress you wore hugging your curves, and perhaps to him was a tad too short if the hungry glances other men shot were were any indication. Anger swelled in Simon's chest as he moved closer to you, when from the corner of his eye he caught movement, seeing a man with spiky black hair and torn jeans saunter up to you while you were dancing. Alarm bells began to ring in Simon's head at the hungry look on the mans face as he placed his hands on you, clenching his fists he moved closer to you, watching as you and this man, no, not a man, a boy danced, a sultry smile on your painted lips.

***

God, you needed this. You thought as you stepped into the club, eyes widening as you looked around at all the dancing people, before following your friends to the bar, and ordering a few drinks, before glancing at the over crowded dance floor, Kayla and Stacy glancing around at the men, who looked at the three of you, and you would admit it did make you feel kind of uncomfortable, but you quickly brushed it off. You would have fun tonight, whether you went home with someone or by yourself.

Downing your drink you looked to the girls, and blinked as they were nowhere in sight, obviously having melted into the throbbing mass of people before you. Great. Hopefully you would be able to find them by the end of the night. And if you couldn't you had your phone to where they were at when it was time to call it a night-

You didn't have your phone...

"Fuck..." you muttered, looking through your purse once more, and found it gone. Obviously you had left it on your nightstand as you busied yourself with getting ready to go out. Great.

Hopefully you wouldn't need it, or run into trouble where you'd need to call someone. Shoving that thought from your head you moved towards the dance floor, letting the music take you away from all your problems, occasionally going to the bar to buy a few more drinks, and as the night went on you felt yourself getting more and more tipsy. When you felt hands on your swaying hips, followed by the feel of someone pressing up against you, looking over your shoulder you saw a man around your age looking down at you, and offered him a smile as you looked him up and down.

He wasn't too bad looking, but perhaps that was the alcohol talking. But hell, you had come here to let loose and have fun. So why not dance with this guy? Turning around in his grasp you place your hands on his shoulders. Smiling seductively at him as the music continued on and you and your unnamed friend continued to dance until the song ended.

"You got some pretty sweet moves." He said, smirking down at you.

"Thanks." God, you never knew what to say in these situations. But this unnamed gentleman only chuckled. "Names Danny, and you are..."

"Y/N." You answered.

"Well, Y/N, can I buy you a drink? You look like you could use it after all of that." Danny said.

You should say no. Something about him seems...off. But maybe it's the alcohol maybe it's the fact that something seems off, but still you accept. Smiling when Danny went off to get you another drink. Unknown to you that Danny had slipped something into your drink before approaching you once more.

You thanked him, smiling at him. Danny watching as you took a sip, a dark look on his face as you did so. Little did he know was that a certain someone was watch him and was seeing red.

***

A low, animalistic growl escaped Simon as he witnessed this all happening before him, fists clenched he stalked to where the two of you were. Eyes glued on you as he saw that whatever that guy slipped into your drink finally took effect, and the guy wasted no time putting his hands on you, muttering some reassurances that you would be okay, a slimy smile on his face as he guided you towards the exit, Simon trailing behind.

While it was true you would be okay, the man that had drugged you, wouldn't live to see tomorrow...

***

Something was wrong. You felt wrong, all the colors were swimming together and you felt dizzy, were you sick?

"You okay?" Danny asked you, placing a hand on your shoulder, steadying you. Concern in his voice.

"I-I don't... know?" you murmured, your words slurring. Stumbling into his arms.

"Let's get you home then."

"B-but..." You tried to get out, he didn't know where you lived, so where was he taking you? Fear gripped you as he guided you towards the exit as you struggled to get away, to no avail as Danny lead you outside towards what you couldn't only assume was his car.

"Please, I just want to find my friends." You whimpered, trying in vain to break free of his grip.

"Relax, beautiful. Everything is going to be all right." Danny drawled, a slimy grin on his face, eyes looking you up and down, his cock twitching at the thought of all the things he would do to you when he got you to his home. Completely unaware of the large looming figure creeping up behind him, a figure clad in all black.

Not until he found himself slammed against the brick wall of the building the two of you stepped out of, the air knocked out of his lungs.

"What the fu-" Before he could even finish his sentence a fist connected with his face, breaking his nose in the process, blood spilling down his lips. Crying out he stumbled, blinking back tears as he managed to push himself away from the wall, and the walking pillar of death that was one Simon Riley, towards where you lay on the dirty ground. Having finally passed out, and were completely unaware of the danger you were in.

But he didn't get far as Simon grabbed him and drove his fist into his stomach, making him vomit up the contents of his stomach. The punch was soon followed by a kick to the ribs, dropping him to the ground. Poor Danny tried emphasis on tried to ward off the blows that rained down on him in rapid succession, he screamed and cried as he felt his bones snap, as he spat out his teeth. Oh, he tried to scream, to beg, to get whoever was beating him to stop but he was too busy spitting out his teeth and vomiting blood to get a word out. And sadly, he was pretty certain whoever this guy was, and he was beginning to suspect that this guy was one of your friends wasn't going to stop until he was dead.

And he was a right, as the last thing he saw was a size twelve boot stomping down on his head, then nothing.

Simon saw red, anger like he had never felt before consuming him as he grabbed that scum that thought he could hurt you, take advantage of you. An animalist growl escaping him as he threw the guy against the building as that was the last thing he remembered as he slowly calmed down, looking down at the bloody body, he had beaten the guy to an unrecognizable mess, his face was a mess of blood, his teeth laying scattered on the ground. Simon heaved a deep breath as he looked down at his hands, noting that he had beaten the guy so damned hard he had split the skin on his knuckles.

Nothing he hadn't endured before, something he could take care of later. But for now, he needed to take you home. Wiping his hands on his jeans he picked you up, dark eyes looking you over, looking for any sign of injuries and noted your skinned knees. Obviously from when he had grabbed the guy, forcing him to drop you. He would take care of those when he got you home. Nodding to himself Simon headed to where his truck was, placing you in the passenger seat before driving off to your apartment. Even though all he really wanted was to bring you to his home, to keep you locked away, safe from people like that man who drugged you, and from your friends that left you all alone at the club. Leaving you vulnerable.

But no matter, when he was sure you were safe he would take care of your friends and then he would work on turning his home into the perfect place for you.

The drive to your house wasn't very long, Simon was silent as he carried you to your apartment, fishing through your purse for your apartment key, and unlocking the door. Simon wasted no time carrying you to your room, and undressing you before putting you in your pajamas, before moving to your bathroom where he would assume you kept your medical supplies and found some disinfectant as well as some band aids. Cleaning up your skinned knees he bandaged them before looking down at you once more as he pulled the covers over you.

You had no idea who he was, to you he was just another face in the crowd, one of many. But to him you were everything, there was just something about you that drew him to you. And he knew he couldn't just walk away this time, not yet. Pulling his mask over his nose he brushed his thumb against your bottom lip, relishing the feel of how soft your lips were against the rough pad of his thumb. Licking his lips he leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to them before pulling away somewhat reluctantly.

Trailing his fingers across your cheek he turned away from you. You would be his one day, but for now Simon had some work to do getting rid of those that would harm you. "Goodnight, Y/N." He whispered, before melting into the shadows.

***

Authors Notes- Thus concludes Chapter Two. Sorry it took forever, life you know. Also I apologize if Simon might be a little OOC. Couldn't help it.

[merakiui]

Orz stepbrother Azul and the tweels and Riddle orz Mera your brain is so big. May I raise you: stepbrother Vil ✨️ Good luck finding an ally as a normal person whose mom married into the peak of stardom 😔

OOOOO OMG step-brother Vil who knocks you up (whether intentionally or not) and since you’re connected to Vil as his step-sibling naturally the media and paparazzi will sometimes flock to you in hopes that you’ll share some juicy gossip about your step-brother. And as much as you try to find someone who’ll help you, no one will believe you that your own step-brother is the father. Vil could never do something like that! …or so everyone assumes because he’s a star who must make choices with his career and reputation in mind. :)

But also!!! Since you’re connected to Vil and his father, two very influential figures in the entertainment industry, you’ve gotten the chance to meet many other celebrities and attend exclusive social events, where you’re dressed in the finest outfits. No member of the Schoenheit family should ever look anything less than beautiful and stunning, so Vil’s almost always on your case about etiquette and how you dress and such.

Beneath all of his strictness, he’s hiding such a strong infatuation for his dear step-sibling. And if it ever got out that he was in love with you… naturally, such a big truth must be kept secret.

[rememberwren]

I think Simon also forgets that Boyfriend has friends. Friends that KNOW what goes on because they join in-and are just as likely to defend boyfriend.

And whilst Ghost is strong, Simon is weakened by Johnny’s love. Simon cannot be the battering ram any more and hope for the best because Johnny needs him

There is no honor among thieves—or rapists. They would flip and rat and fold on each other in a heartbeat if confronted with the harsh reality of what they’re doing. But boyfriend’s friends operate under the thinnest guise that poker nights are consensual. They don’t talk about the night things got…rough. It’s collectively Forgotten.

[whentommymetalfie]

-After Changreta's defeat against Tommy over a big business project, Changreta was calm and unsettled. He couldn't forget Tommy's faint smile.

-Tommy showed his happiness by shopping for his loved ones, but he didn't know that he wouldn't get home that night, he would be raped and injected.

-The news of a half-dead patient who miraculously survived an overdose spread throughout the hospital.

-Among Tommy's treatment staff, Alfie is the only doctor whom Tommy responds to after losing his sight and hearing, the only doctor who calms down by feeling his smell.

-Alfie can't take his eyes off Tommy, he can't wait for the next operation to work (hopefully) and to be able to talk to him and understand more about him,

-He did he know that his life would change forever.

I know this is dark, so I just could send it to you, thanks for sharing your art with us.

Heartbreaking, and such an intriguing idea, with so many plot threads. Tommy having lost both sight and hearing in the assault hits especially hard. Being unable to see or understand the world around him 💔 Thank you for taking the time to write this down and share it with me, it means a lot that you want to do that❤️

[amorprezioso]

Wish there was a liiiittle less spamano where romano is constantly screaming "no please don't", "I hate you" and "leave me alone" to spain and a bit more spamano where romano can keep his easily-embarassed, closed, hard-headed and at times romantic personality without the need to make it seem as if spain is abusing him

[loxodontadae]

leon being french kissed with bioweapon tongue that fills him up to the point of vomitting. but noticing the lack of bioweapon cum, it decides leon must need more. and to the point of overflowing again.

this happens for while. leon is so exhausted.

bioweapon tongue sees this hole is not working. flips him over and gives that dilf... well it's not really a rim job if the tongue's exploring his guts is it?

[cordycepspog]

Tbh I think there are entire scholarly essays to be written about the concept of the zombie and consent, and one of the things that’s pivotal to that whole lens is the fact that what makes zombies scary, on top of the concept of the undead and cannibalism of course, is that there is no consent. Like. Zombies are going to bite, whether you like it or not. They are going to put their mouth on their victim and take a chunk out. They’re going to eat their victims. You’ve never seen a zombie attack someone, stop, and ask, “hey, mind if I munch on your arm? Only if you’re into it, of course.” (I would love to see that actually, so if anyone knows if something like that out there actually exists please send it my way lol).

The other glaringly obvious thing that makes zombies scary is the undead aspect. It’s what made the walking dead so popular because the makeup was horrifying, and watching a literal rotting corpse sit up with the animalistic desire to eat you is scary as fuck. On top of all that, you can’t tell a walking corpse that wants to eat you “no.” And that, at least for me, makes it waaay scarier because it unlocks the hindbrain fear that tells you “you should get the fuck away from that right now.” I’m sure there’s a lot more psychology involved, but I hope you get what I’m trying to say.

And then there are the infected from the last of us. The concept for these zombies comes from a real life parasitic fungus called Ophiocordyceps that effects insects, and the story takes that terrifying concept and asks, “what if that happened to people?” In my opinion, the concept of the parasite makes this version of the zombie even more terrifying, because it’s a living thing that’s gets inside and then uses the victim’s body for it’s own purposes. There’s absolutely no consent involved in that. That’s like, the benchmark for a violation of consent.

But the infected in tlou aren’t dead, at least not like a typical zombie. There’s a process that the infected undergo as the cordyceps takes root. It’s what makes freshly infected runners sound so terrible, particularly in the beginning of the game when you’re not used to it, because they sound like people in pain. And it’s a wonderful tool for a horror story, because it begs the question: when do the infected stop being people, and start being monsters? But then, conversely, other questions arise, like, is the cordyceps fungus monstrous at all? Or is it just another living thing that’s adapted to survive?

I’d add more thoughts but I haven’t eaten dinner yet. If you have any thoughts you’d like to add on feel free! Just be nice, please.

[yandereheathen]

The Boss's Plaything [18+ Ateez Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader]

Paring: Yandere Hoongjoong x Fem Reader

Yandere songhwa x Reader if you squint at the end. Warnings: Yandere dark themes!! NSFW Non-con, Mentions of hurting other people, jealousy, voyeurism. Choking, knee grinding, no protection (BAD) Disclaimer: This in no way reflects any of the real Ateez members. This is my own fan content :> I also do not endorse these kind of relationships. Enjoy with your own mental heath in mind <3 Word count: 2.5k "You know what they say about Office romance."

Working for Kim Hongjoong was an experience. Long days, short deadlines, and odd requests were quite normal. However, the pay was terrific, along with the benefits. Also, you had the fortunate situation of studying and being best friends with him before his creation and rise of the Cromer Corp. You, him, and Songhwa were good friends. You and he naturally followed Hongjoong after schooling to help him with his dreams. He was ruthless but hard-working, and you knew this company was his whole life, and you wanted nothing more than to see him grow and achieve that.

So, you started your day seemingly like any other. 5:30am Two americanos, one black with extra ice for him, the further your own with cream and sugar. You liked things sweet. 

Little did you know, so did he.

You called up the elevator to his high-end apartment, going through your phone and seeing the schedule for today. Meetings, some project updates, and, of course, The Halazia Party. You and Hwa had been running ragged along with the other branch heads. Well, mostly, you had to keep Woo and San more to task than the others. 

You have gotten along very well with the other branch members. All brilliant in their rights, you always felt a little out of place. You know the lower associate whispered that you didn't quit having the background or shine they did and that you had only gotten this position due to your friendship. First, do your best to ignore those and work as hard as possible. You never wanted to bother Hongjoong with that stuff. 

You opened the door with your hip, put the coffee down at his desk, and opened the blinds, looking around his office. It was just like him. It was clean but had a carefully cultured style. Everything in the room had meaning. Small, expensive gifts were the case from investors, and his awards and degrees were also put in specific positions on the counters around the room. Only one thing was slightly out of place. You pick it up from the right side of his desk. A picture Hwa had taken of both of you in school. You were laughing at something happening on screen, and Hongjoong had a rare small smile on his face, looking up at you. Not that he didn't smile. He had the charming smile he saved for clients or investors and his "demon face" when he put someone in their place. This was a smile you didn't see often, but you caught glimpses. 

Only when looking at you.

"Y/N. I see your habit of coming in unannounced still going strong."

You smile to yourself, turning. Hongjoong was already dressed impeccably. His hair spilled black and bleached and slightly slicked back. A sly played on his lips, looking you up and down. To check if you are dressed appropriately, of course. He was so particular about fashion.

Boy, did that skirt he had bought you hug your curves.

"Yeah, well, I want to ensure you had sun and coffee for when you got in. It is a big day."

You beam at him, but he sits, taking a sip of his coffee and looking at his computer but still giving you glances.

"We do. Have you and Songhwa finalized the food, venue, and security?"

You nod and start listing off confirmations and any other information that he would need to know. Emails he needs to answer or reminders.

You worked so hard for him. Even since school, what you lacked in pure born talent you made up with hard work, determination, and empathy. He loved to see how hard you tried for him. To impress your best friend turned boss. It more than stroked his delusional ego. You were his best project, along with Cromer Corp, of course. A sweet, nervous girl, pure and so tentative. It was easy to fall for you and keep you in his clutches. Hongjoong has liked to collect things ever since he was young, whether it be things, money, or people. 

His carefully created branch members and brand. You and Songhwa are the jewels. Park Seonghwa, someone who he found was the only person to match him, a perfect right-hand man for all aspects of his business. Even the more unsavory parts that you didn't know about. Then there was you, Y/N. The sugar in this recipe. His one guilty pleasure. Something to be carefully shaped and modeled into his perfect little plaything.

Tonight, he was going to take that next step.

"I don't want to wear this. It will look silly. It looks like a collar."

You frown at Songhwa as he helps you zip up your dress. He bites his lip, eyeing the leather in your hand. He knew, of course, that Songhwa knew everything about his boss. 

Things he had helped Hongjoong with. The threats of the people who wanted to talk to you in school, then the carried-out threats on the people that threatened his friend's careful little relationship. There was one part of him. The empathetic human part that made him squirm thinking about it was the blood and screams. However, he knew he was no different. He liked the neat little world Hongjoong and Y/N had with the other members. He also would do anything to keep that peace. Even if it meant dooming you to your part in his plan.

"It is fashionable Y/N. You know he will throw a fit."

He takes it, slipping it over your neck, fixing the latch so it is tight but uncomfortable. He glances at the ceiling, a slight shine of a camera only seen by the tall man. He gives it a quick look:

"Are you watching? This is what you wanted, isn't it, Sir."

You smile, greeting the guests, trying to hide your slight annoyance. For the event, Hongjoong liked to dress you and all of the members. Typically, he had you in a simple but still conservative outfit. This was not the case. A tight red dress is lined with lace dancing around your hips and chest. The leather band with a latch in the back and a tiny hourglass charm in the front only made you feel more self-conscious. 

You took a sip of your wine in your glass, waved over by Jongho and Mingi, sitting at a far table. Both dress smartly, of course, but with their own personalities shined in. Jongho had a more straightforward, classic fitting for the head of HR, while Mingi had more colors and tight pants showing his old legs, perfect for the marketing head. You flop in the chair next to them, fanning yourself. 

"Thanks for calling me over. I need a break just for a moment before I do my rounds on the other side."

"Joong, has you rubbing around in a dress like that? he must be crazy. Minji winks at you.

You roll your eyes.

"Yea, yea, I know I look ridiculous in this. I don't know what Hongjoong is thinking."

you pick at the dress, painfully aware of any "flaws" it shows.

"I don't think that is what he meant, Y/N."

The younger man sips his drink, looking into your eyes with a ... knowing look? What was that about? 

You playfully hit him, standing up and stretching. You feel a hand sneaking around your waist, pulling you to his side; you let out a small yelp.

"There she is. I have been looking all over for you. I need help with something."

You look at the handsome face of Hongjoong. He is dressed to the nines like always in a front tye suit, the inner shirt matching your own dress, a pocket square of the same lace in his front pocket. His mouth pulled into an odd smirk, his eyes lingering below your chin. You don't haul away used to his closeness by now. Hongjoong always said he liked to be more hands-on with things.

He really did enjoy handling his "things."

"I was just taking a short break. Did the Reps from Stay Offices come yet. I know Chan and Bin said they would-"

Hongjoong ran his finger on your chin and traveled lightly with his nimble gloved fingers to the collar, tugging it ever so slightly.

"This looks good on you, Y/N. It really suits you."

Your ears got warm as you met his eye, not pulling away in embarrassment. 

"Is this some joke calling me your pet, huh? I get enough slack from the associates."

You laugh light-heartedly, but he doesn't match you playing with the small charm eyes cold.

"I told you to tell me if anyone was giving you trouble, Y/N I would handle them."

Mingei and Jogho cough, getting up and waving at you. 

"That is our cue to head out and schmooze. You both have fun~"

Mingi winks again, and Jongho looks at you slightly. Was that worry? You just brushed it off, turning back to your boss.

"It is fine. Harmless teasing, I promise I am a big girl. You don't need to take care of me so much. I am supposed to do that for you!"

You smile, holding his face and rubbing his cheek lightly. His whole body seemed to soften at your touch, but he pulled away quickly, looking around, making sure none of his business partners had seen this moment. You weren't ready yet, after all.

"Y/N. Can you come with me quickly? I need to speak to you about something."

You tilt your head, letting go and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

"Are you sure? People are still-"

"This can not wait."

You already have made him wait too long.

You walk into his office, slightly nervous. You run through your head everything that needs to be done. The food tasted and perfect, you triple-checked every guest. What could-

"You look beautiful, Y/N."

He steps forward, cornering you to his desk, putting his hand on it, boxing you in, and smiling at you.

This was a new smile, almost.

Predatory. his black eye held something more than the softness or anger. 

"Well, the dress you picked out was perfect, as always. Was this all you needed to"

He cuts you off again, pulling you by the leather collar onto his pouty lips, his other hand pulling you against him. He lets a soft moan into your mouth, a release almost as you feel his hand grope your backside and something poke your leg.

Your brain goes a mile a minute. Shock, confusion, anger, and something else mixed inside you. You try to pull away, but he grabs you harder, forcing his tongue into your mouth and mixing his saliva with yours. You continue to struggle, but it seems to only strengthen his grip. After another minute of young wreaking in your mouth, he pulls his mouth away just so slightly to gently kiss the top of your ear.

"That's a good plaything. Y/N, you were waiting for this, weren't you."

You quickly shake your head, face and ears hot.

"Hongjoong, a-are you drunk or something that's going on?"

He only laughs, his knee sliding up between your legs, rubbing the soft fabric of your clothes sex.

"Halazia can mean Hearts awakened Y/N. I chose tonight to awaken your heart and mind to your rightful place. Next to me. Forever."

He nuzzles into your neck, kissing it lightly, knee rubbing faster; you let out a whimper, hands on his chest, and you try to push away from him.

"Hongjoong, please, I don't; you are my boss. We are best friends. Let's go back to the party. You must have been drinking too much."

Hongjoong rows into your shoulder, pushing you onto his desk, the objects painfully cutting into your back. He stands between your legs, rutting into between your legs, his eyes lidded and breathing heavily.

"I don't think so, Y/N. I have let you simmer long enough. It is time for my meal. You. Are. Mine."

He rips up your dress roughly, pulling down the thin fabric of your panties. You scream, but it is cut short by another kiss. Even rougher this time mixed with whispers of.

"That's a good girl."

and 

"Look nice and wet for your Sir already, are you."

Your brain screams for him to stop, but your body heats up, enjoying the feeling of his fingers rubbing your clit gently as her ravages your mouth. He pulls away, leaving you rambling and light-headed, before undoing his pants and rubbing the top of his cock on your slit.

"How long I have waited for this day, Y/N. You have no idea. You were teasing. The frustrated night, the people I had to hurt to keep you my perfect plaything. All min now."

Before you can question him, he trusts you. Thanks to his fingers, your body was prepared, not your mind. This was Hongjoong, who you loved like a best friend whom you followed, loved, and supported your whole adult life. You had no idea he had these feelings and weren't sure you liked them. 

You fought his thrusts in vain. He was too strong, and the adrenaline of finally fucking the love of his life only boosted that his lips found your chest young, hungrily licking around your sensitive bud. You wiggle under him, trying your best not to call out in pleasure that was coming in waves from your core. He stood up, egged on by your little noises.

"That's it. You are taking me so well, Y/N. Look at how perfectly your little pussy fits around me. Take it, take me inside of you, let me fill you with all my cum. Let me fill your womb that is begging for my seed. My precious little plaything."

He closes his hand around your throat, resiting your air as he mercilessly pounds into you, the object cutting your skin. With repeated motions, he lets out a hiss as he pours inside you.

"F-fuck, that's it, take it. Take it like the good object you are."

You bite into your lip, drawing out blood. The metallic taste mixes with his taste in your mouth. as your body betrays you. His love filling your already sore and abused pussy is too much. Everything was already too much. His confession, anger, and mark on my heart, body, and soul. You could only mutter out jibberish as you lay on his desk, the picture of both of you beside your arm.

He grinds into you, taking out his phone to take another picture. He could also frame this one but keep it on his desk, and then he would have to send it to Songhwa to give him a better angle after all. He waves at the small red light his other assistant thought he didn't know about hiding on the shelf. 

"You will enjoy your new position with me, Y/N. I will make sure of it."

Author note: *Cries* this was a heck in a half I am not great with real people, but the great Kpop Yandere writers have been such an inspiration for me I wanted to try <3 Thank you for your support :> reminder my asks and requests are open!

[calling-the-angels]

Not to be a misandrist, but...

*gestures to the shit men do*

[tara-the-quiet-bookworm-2016]

Cherish You Yandere! Gaz x Female Reader. Chapter Two.

Authors Notes- And here I am back again with yet another chapter to Cherish You. And as you can gather by now I like to point out all triggering things in the Authors Notes so this chapter will feature yet more obsessive thoughts from our boy Gaz. Stalking, non-con voyeurism, mentions of violence, and dubious consent, if none of this is your cuppa tea then this is where we part ways but I'll remember our time fondly. Now that we got that out of the way here is Chapter Two.

Chapter Two: Forever.

Tonight had been ruined. Gaz thought as he drove home after bidding both you and...him. Goodnight, promising you that you and and he would get together again soon, and Gaz hoped, hoped that James wouldn't be there. What did you see in him? Sure, Gaz could see why you would be enamored with him, James seemed like a wonderful guy, to anyone else that is. But to Gaz the man seemed to be hiding something.

And he didn't just think that because Gaz was harboring feelings for you either. At least that's what he told himself, tried to convince himself that your relationship wasn't going to work, and you would come to your senses and realize at it was him you loved.

Oh, who am I kidding? Gaz thought darkly, as he stepped out of his car and headed into his home, his mother and sisters were fast asleep as it was well past midnight by now, and honestly Gaz normally would be going to bed right about now too. But he knew he couldn't as he stepped into the bathroom, stripping of his clothes and stepping into the shower, hoping that it would help clear his head of these thoughts.

But alas, no such luck. I'm so deeply in love with you, Y/N. And you just don't see that do you? He thought, lathering himself up, a tired sigh escaping his lips as he let his head fall back. And I've lost you, haven't I?

No. A new thought formed in Gaz's mind as he stepped out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist as he headed towards his room. This isn't over, Y/N. You were meant to be mine, you will be mine...

Climbing under the covers Gaz soon drifted off to sleep, dreaming of you, dreaming of the day you were his. And hopefully tomorrow would be a new day. And hey, perhaps tomorrow you and he would do lunch or breakfast or something without James.

***

Morning came soon after, and while Gaz somehow managed to get a pretty decent nights sleep despite everything he was still in a foul mood. He had texted you the moment he had woke up, asking you if you'd like to do breakfast or lunch or something, and...no response. No worries he had told himself you often slept in late when you didn't have to wake up early, and he knew you usually got up around noon or one-ish depending on how tired you were. But, now it was three and still no response, your normally at least texted him back no matter how busy you were. Obviously James was taking up your time.

That thought alone caused Gaz to growl, gripping his phone hard enough to almost crack the screen. When-

"Kyle?" His mother called, jerking him from his thoughts.

Looking up he looked to where his mother and sisters were looking at him from their places at the table. His mother looking at him expectantly.

"I'm sorry," Gaz said sheepishly, feeling his cheeks heat up. "What did you say?"

His mother looked at him, a frown on her face. "I asked what your plans were for today?"

Gaz thought for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip, before shrugging his shoulders. "I was going to go to breakfast or lunch with Y/N but she hasn't responded, so nothing really."

At that his sister chuckled. "That's not surprising, Y/N has been spending all her time with her new boyfriend lately."

Gaz perked up at that, looking to his sister, noting how she said boyfriend. Did his sisters hate your new boyfriend as much as he did?

"Ick." His other sister piped up. "I don't see what she sees in that guy, do you think Y/N realizes he's scum?"

Well, this certainly got interesting.

"Do you guys not like him?" Gaz asked them.

All eyes were on him now, silence permeating throughout the room, his sister chewing on her bottom lip as she tried to find away to answer his question. "Look, it's not like he's a complete asshole." she started, looking rather sheepish, seeming to regret saying anything knowing that Gaz had a tendency of somehow dragging things out when given the chance.

So, she knew trying to keep him in the dark was near impossible, but that didn't stop her from feeling like something was off with Gaz, that this was more than just mere curiosity in regards to his best friends new boyfriend. "But the guy has some red flags."

That piqued Gaz's interest. "Meaning?" he prompted, perhaps what he learned here could be of use to get you away from him.

"Well, he's always keeping tabs on Y/N whenever she's out without him, I remember him calling her so many times the last time we went out. Another time I recall him going off on her one time because she and several of her coworkers went out for drinks after work, and of course he was with them. And lost his shit when she laughed at something one of her male co-workers said. James said that she was flirting with him, and he all but dragged her out of there. Suffice it to say. Asshole."

"And did you discuss this with Y/N?" Gaz asked, hopefully, perhaps you saw how messed up with was, and with a little nudge or two you would be convinced to leave him.

"We tried but Y/N is all starry-eyed and shit around him. Got those rose-tinted glasses on so that all of his red flags just look like flags. I just hope she comes to her senses before he really hurts her." His sister sighed.

Gaz would never allow that to happen, he would rip him limb from bloody limb before James ever laid a hand on you. But now, with this new information Gaz knew that now more than ever he had to get you away from him. Nodding to himself he finished off his breakfast, you and him had agreed to meet up for a bit of shopping WITHOUT James.

***

"So?" You spoke, as both you and Gaz walked down the street, Gaz's arms laden with all your bags that he insisted on carrying, hell he even insisted on buying you things he knew you had your eye on. Though you had tried to tell him no he bought you countless items he knew you had always wanted, you had said no but Gaz knew you deserved it. Did James spoil you like he did?

"Where do you want to go to eat?" You asked.

Gaz shrugged, an easy smile on his pretty face, a smile that always brought a faint blush to your cheeks, he always loved seeing you blush, and as the two of you continued to walk and talk about everything Gaz's poor heart skipping a beat whenever you smiled at him. Fuck how he loved you, and you had no idea, no matter once he was out of the way Gaz would gather up his courage and tell you how he felt. And he hoped, prayed that you would finally come to your senses and realize that it was him that you loved. Not James, and man who didn't know how to treat someone like you, someone so precious, so sweet, so innocent.

How he dreamed of corrupting you, of taking you, how more than once when he was gone did he dream of you, of taking you, your sweet cries reaching his ears as you came undone underneath him. And like always he always woke up, cock hard and twitching as he came in his boxers, your name on his lips as he did so. What would you think if you knew what he thought of you? Would you feel the same?

"Kyle?" Your sweet voice jerked him from his thoughts, hand on his arm as you looked up at him. "Did you hear me?"

"Oh sorry, did you say something?" Gaz asked, cheeks flushing.

"I asked where you'd like to eat. Are... you okay?" You asked, placing a hand on his arm, his poor heart skipping a beat as you did so.

"Of course, why?" Gaz asked.

"You've been rather quiet today."

"Sorry," Gaz said, rather sheepishly. "I've had a lot on my mind as of late."

"About what?"

Gaz chewed on his bottom lip as he looked down at you, should he tell you what's on his mind? Should he tell you what he thought of your boyfriend? Should he gather up the courage to tell you how he felt?

"Kyle?" You prompted as he fell silent once again.

Gaz looked down at you. Words he had been dying to say for years on the tip of his tongue, struggling to come out. "Y/N, I've been meaning to tell you something I-"

DING!

He was cut off by the sound of your phone chiming, noticing how your eyes widened as it did before you reached for it, only to stop yourself. Obviously whoever had texted you could wait. But, obviously whoever was texting you couldn't.

DING! DING! DING!

Another string of chimes indicating three more text messages, and Gaz couldn't help but notice how your demeanor changing with each text message. Pulling your phone out of your purse you unlocked it, your smile turning into a frown.

"Are you okay?" Gaz asked.

Forcing yourself to look away from your phone you forced a smile to your face as you looked to your friend. "O-Of course, look I'm sorry Kyle but something has come up. Can we take a raincheck?"

Gaz frowned. It was him, wasn't it? There was only one person Gaz knew that could make you feel like this. Without waiting for him to respond you darted down the street, and out of his sight.

Gaz growled low in his throat, this was the last straw, gritting his teeth he disappeared down the street opposite of you. He had work he needed to do...

***

Night time just couldn't come fast enough for Gaz as he spent most of his day tracking down where James worked and soon learned where he lived, he was intent of finding dirt on the guy to show you that he was no good for you. He could no longer stand idly by as you slipped further and further away from him. So, here he was looking over his shoulder as he picked the lock to James apartment, the door swinging open as he did so and quietly stepped in. He knew James wasn't home he was out for the evening with you. So Gaz had plenty of time to look around.

Closing the door behind him he glanced around the apartment, it was nice he'd admit that as he moved towards the living room, noting the various books lining the bookshelves, filled with non-fiction, and history books, well that was one thing you and James didn't have in common. You always loved your fiction, claiming that you had enough with real life as is that sometimes you liked to escape to other worlds.

And how Gaz loved to watch you do so, seeing that soft smile on your lips and dreamy look on your face. Did James appreciate that? Seeing nothing note-worthy in the living room aside from a dying house plant that only indicated that he sucked at taking care of living things that is. And besides most of the juicy stuff was normally in either the office or bedroom. Gaz opted for the bedroom first, passing the hallway closet as he did so.

Entering the room he saw a perfectly made bed and a small desk beside it with a desk lamp. Turning on the lamp he began to rummage around, his eyes lighting up when he caught sight of something, various somethings in fact. One was another phone, not the one Gaz had seen with him the last time he had seen James, this one was different, but that's not what caught his attention. Beneath the phone were pictures of James and a woman, or rather several women that weren't you.

Narrowing his eyes Gaz picked up the pictures and flipped though them, and there was no way these could be his relatives, and with the amount of tongue action there was between James and there various women it was safe to say that theses weren't just friends...

Did his spare phone have the numbers of these girls? Gaz turned to the phone once more, picking it up he began to try and decipher the password, and not to his surprise it turned out to be his birthday. Typical. For a guy who had more than a few secrets you'd think he'd do better to make sure things were secure. Did he really think no one would ever find out? Boy was he in for a surprise.

Pocketing both the phone and the pictures he turned to leave the apartment, when he heard the door begin to unlock. Shit. He was supposed to be gone for hours why was he back already? Biting back a curse Gaz ducked into the hallway closet as the door swung open and in stomped a red faced James. You following closely behind.

"I keep telling you it's not what you think-"

"Really?!" James snapped, whirling on you, gripping your arm so hard you knew it would leave a bruise. "And what am I supposed to think? Batting your eyes at the waiter like that, and that giggling-"

"I was just being friendly, and the giggling the joke he told me was funny-"

"Don't bullshit me, bitch!" James roared, jerking your forward, eyes blazing.

Anger swelled in Gaz's chest as he saw the fear shining in your eyes as you looked to your boyfriend anger at James for making you feel afraid, was this way you had skipped out on your lunch date with him? What other things had he done to you.

"You were flirting with him. Just like you were probably cheating on me with what's-his- face. Your best friend or whatever."

"Kyle? He and I are best friends, James. Please just listen to me-"

"You know I worked hard for this evening, Y/N." James sighed, sounding disappointed. "And you do nothing but throw it back in my face, you're so...ungrateful..."

"No, no, no please I appreciate everything you've done for me tonight and every other night." You protested.

Why were you fighting so hard for him? Gaz wondered, as he watched you rest your hands on James' heaving chest, trying to calm him down. You should be cutting ties with the fuck not dealing with this. You deserved better.

"Do you really?" James asked. You nodded, tears shining in your beautiful eyes. Gaz's anger intensifying. "Then perhaps you can make it up to me..."

Wasting no more time James lead you to the bedroom, a hand on the back of your neck. "Oh, James maybe we shouldn't-"

"You love me don't you?" James asked, looking down at you, hunger shining in his eyes.

"Yes, but-"

"Then you will do this for me." And with that he lead you into the bedroom. A sick feeling formed in Gaz's gut, he had a pretty good idea what was happening, and he was more than certain you weren't all to willing. Stepping out of the closet he stood in the hallway debating on what he should do now.

He wanted nothing more than to throw the door to that room open and tear James limb from bloody limb right in front of you, to take you from him, to make James feel the exact same fear you no doubt felt. But he stopped himself, you saw Gaz as Kyle, sweet kind Kyle who never wanted to hurt you. He couldn't let you see him as Gaz, a man who had done unspeakable things in his life, who was capable of unspeakable things. Horrific things. So he hesitated, he knew he should leave head home and get some rest.

And that was what he had intended, but a noise from the bedroom caught his attention, heading in the direction of the bedroom he hesitated once more. No. He should be heading home, you had promised to make it up to him for flaking out on him tomorrow, and Gaz wanted to be rested for that, but he couldn't force himself to move. Instead he moved towards the bedroom as he was greeted by a low growl, James no doubt, followed by a breathy whine from you.

Gaz felt sick at the thought of what was going on in there. Biting down on his bottom lip so hard he drew blood he opened the door just a crack, thankful that the lights in the hallway were off as he peered into the room. And wished he hadn't. Because there you were, on your knees before James, naked, both your and James clothes scattered around the room, James thick fingers tangled in your hair as he thrust into your mouth. your hands on James thighs, his length being forced down your throat.

"Th-that's it." James growled, his eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back, exposing his throat to Gaz, who fought the urge to barge in there and rip it out. Imagining the look of terror on his face as blood sprayed all around the room. "Taking me so fucking good, you fucking whore."

Gaz clenched his jaw so hard he swore his teeth would crack. With a low guttural growl James came down your throat before pulling your roughly off his slick cock, a few more spurts of cum hitting your face. James chuckled. "You at you," he cooed, smirking down at you as you fought to catch your breath. "A desperate little slut, you think anyone would ever have you if they saw you like this? Would Kyle?"

Gaz watched as you flinched at that, eyes widening when he heard a sharp slap, your head jerking to the side. "Answer me!"

"N-no..."

"Who would have you?" James asked. Fingers carding through your hair.

"Y-you, only you..." You choked out. Your back was to Gaz so he couldn't see the tears welling in your eyes, or he would have thrown away everything and dragged you out of there.

"You're right, get up, you're far from done." James told you, as he yanked you to your feet, and tossed you onto the bed with a squeak.

He had seen enough. Gaz forced himself away from the door, and headed out of the apartment. He needed to get you away from him. And soon Gaz would put his plan into motion...

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Authors Notes- And that concludes Chapter Two of Cherish You. Yeah, I know a lot of people were probably hoping that Gaz would steal Y/N right then and there but yeah things are far from over. But I hope you enjoyed it.

[maideninorange]

You had saved your Leader's life, and in doing so, they are a true part of your garden now. So why won't your Leader stop crying?

Did I just write a sequel to my late night Pikmin bad end angst fic? Why yes, yes I did. Now with way more worldbuilding!

(TWs: Canon-Typical Violence, Suicidal Thoughts, Non-Con Body Mod (albeit more focused on the feelings of betrayal that result))

Also, Olimar is referred to with exclusively they/them pronouns here. Because Pikmin don't know what gender is, and this was my way of representing that.

[vesperadreamer]

Sirens are known for many things, their beautiful songs and appearances, their tendencies to lure ships and sailors to their death, and how they eat people. While some of these myths are true, some are half truths. Sure we love our songs and take care of our appearances, but the only times we devour people and lure them to their death is when the person in question is horrible. Many of my sisters prefer to tear pirates and slavers limb from limb, others like to bite into and rip chunks from their prey, and then there are those of us that like to watch our victims drown.

We don’t really go after the innocent, only those with corrupt and blackened hearts. I personally have my own preferences when it comes to dealing with people. I prefer sacrifices being given to me, or someone willingly taking my hand to join me in the waters. When it comes to sacrifices, its a supposed promise to NOT sink their ship if they offer me up something nice, I do however still kill them for trying to bribe me. When it comes to a person taking my hand and swimming with me, I prefer to show them the beauties beneath the waters, to show them what life is like down here. Not all are willing to stay with me, but I can at times be persuasive and help them realise they want and need me.

Listen, I have desires, wants and needs too! Sure our voices hypnotise and can even make a person do something they don’t want to, but we still have needs to be met. I prefer things consensual, and my partners are obedient, soft, and submissive. I do not deny the fact that I have broken my fair share of people who thought they could dominate me, but if they didn’t want me to constantly nearly kill them with drowning, then they’d be obedient and let me do what I want. Yes I get off on drowning those brats and I enjoy seeing them finally give up, its just the most delicious pleasure I have ever experienced.

We can actually go on land… but the issue is how obvious we are so it really isn’t worth it. The coral is our home in the deep and its quite nice, especially our soft and squishy beds that close us off to the outside world. My own home is a lovely bundle of colours, some greens, pinks, yellows and oranges. Oh! I can’t forget about Jenny, she’s such a cuddly shark and enjoys my little affections. Very protective however and may have bitten a human in half during one of our outings. Simple rule to avoid being eaten is don’t touch me without permission, and don’t have ill will towards my life. Like seriously, I'm a person too.

If you’re wondering who I am, just call me Siren. My people don’t give out our names except to those we’re extremely close with, like Jenny the shark. If you somehow earned my name, congratulations are in order since the only people that have learned my name are previous mortal lovers who are now dead. Until death do we part as I live unto eternity. Sirens don’t age like humans, in fact its pretty accurate to say we don’t age. I should also mention that we aren’t mermaids, those are entirely different aquatic people who we enjoy some communication and trade with. They also don’t eat people.

[silvercaptain24]

O_O

...c-can I hear about all three???

XD

sure!

First up: random baby

which is a lot what it sounds like. Fierce finds a random baby in the woods, goes "Is anyone claiming this child," And lasts a fair amount of time before he just goes "Mine now." There's also the version of this one where the baby is actually not a baby but a wizard-cursed-teen, too...

(I was bored okay.)

2! little sister! like 3, ambiguously not zelda but not quite modern, wherein Fierce ends up running away to keep his baby sister safe, ending up at Time and Malon's ranch.

3! possibly my favorite. (also this is where you want to heed the tags if you might get triggered.)

in which Fierce didn't want to be with a girl but she forced him, and nearly a year later her dad shows up on his doorstep and drops off a baby. He falls in love with his little girl immediately. Unfortunately, the mother starts spreading untrue rumors about him, and he ends up getting run out of town, ends up in Time and Malon's barn, and gets taken in by them.