I imagine that reader makes clothes for the entire tribe of goblins.
Hey love, I got a question; are you down for goblins? Specifically a yandere horde of goblins? đł
I'm not not down for it...
(I'm sorry, I'm sure I know what kind of goblin horde you meant, buuuut I started writing and couldn't stop đ„Č)
CW: Entrapment, obsessive behavior, ecological polyandry/polygyny with a GN!reader, both male and female goblins, forced parental responsibilities, platonic yandere, not proofread
Madame Gilly burst into the backroom, nearly startling (Reader) into swallowing the pins they were holding in their lips. "(Reader)! Awful, amazing, terrible, fantastic news!"
(Reader) smiled nervously, sticking the pins in their cushion. "What is it, Madame?" Their boss was fabulously dramatic as always, fanning herself with a decorated envelope.
"Oh, nothing.. just a summons for one Mx. (Reader) from the Count's daughter."
"What for?"
"How should I know? I didn't read your letter!" She handed over the letter while sighing loudly. "Yet, it's so beautifully decorated.. such a shame! Another marriage proposal, ignored!" She pretended to become faint, placing her knuckles on her forehead.
(Reader) chuckled, opening the bright purple envelope with lavender tied in a ribbon. Their eyes widened, an excited gasp escaped as their legs failed them and they fell back onto their stool.
"What is it?!"
"It's.." a shocked blush dusted their cheeks, "it's a request for my services! She wants a dress for an upcoming party!"
Madame Gilly squealed, bouncing up and grabbing her protege. "Oh, that's even better than a proposal! I'm so proud of you!"
It would be roughly three days ride by carriage, packed with smaller fabrics for color swatches and texture explanation, multiple dresses (Reader) had already made with mannequins to display them, and (Reader's) portfolio of designs.
Marcus, a local man who often rode Madame Gilly around for a small fee, offered up his services, just as excited for (Reader) as the Madame. "So, this is your lucky break, huh?" He offered a hand to the young employee. "Finally gonna start considering opening your own shop."
(Reader) smiled, stepping into the carriage without Marcus' assistance. "I've never been interested in business, Marcus, you know this. I just want to make clothes."
"You should also seriously begin considering marriage.."
"My work is my legacy, Marcus." (Reader) spoke sharply with a tight smile, shutting down the conversation. They had received many marriage proposals from eligible bachelors and bachelorettes since they became of age, but didn't take an interest in any of them. Of course, (Reader) found people attractive in the past, but never felt emotionally invested in anyone to marry them, and they certainly didn't need to marry for money or connections. The thought of having children one day was also something (Reader) had seriously debated, because although the fantasy of having a child was wonderful, the process of having a baby was intimidating. Whether through being impregnated or impregnating someone else, the baby stage was much more terrifying than the raising of a child, for reasons they couldn't quite explain. The anxiety was just too much to handle.
But (Reader) didn't feel like life was passing them by, nor did they have regrets, if they ever got married then their future spouse would wait for them, no matter how many years it took to meet them.
Marcus closed the door, and (Reader) deflated, thankful that he took the hint and ended the conversation.
The change between the road and the dirt path could be felt and it made (Reader) almost wish that they had worn a dress instead of pants, just for the added cushion on their rear end.
The first day went smoothly, and boringly, (Reader) had nothing to do but think, and the night was uncomfortable, even cocooned in their blanket. But it was the next day that everything went wrong. (Reader) never saw what happened, but suddenly the carriage careened off the path and tumbled down a cliff, crashing through the woods of the mountain side.
(Reader's) entire body became airborne in the carriage, slamming their head into the ceiling, barely giving them enough time to protect their neck with their arms before being thrown like a ragdoll, not feeling any immediate pain due to the rush of adrenaline. It happened so quickly, their balled up body bouncing five times against the walls and roof before landing bottom up on the escarpment.
Out of the shattered window, (Reader) saw Marcus lying motionlessly in a tree a good distance from the carriage. They pulled their body right side up, slowly becoming aware of the stinging pain across their body. Especially their leg. Blood soaked through their right pant leg, and (Reader) couldn't bend it. It was only the second day of their journey, so it would take two days until the Duke realized something was wrong, that the journey was taking too long, and sent out a search party, which would take a day to get to the road they fell off of. Would they even notice the tire marks? And if they did, would they risk the people to search for them?
(Reader) sighed, closing their eyes. There was no point in dwelling on what ifs. (Reader) was resigned to their fate.
"I wonder what will happen first.. Starving to death, or being eaten by a wild animal." They chuckled humorlessly. With nothing to do but wait for the inevitable (Reader) fell asleep, but that was possibly a concussion.
"There's something in there."
"A dead something."
Little voices whispered outside the wreckage, rousing (Reader) from their brain injured slumber. Eyes watched them from the broken window of the door, hiding themselves from view.
"I won't bite." (Reader) offered a smile, hoping whoever was watching them wouldn't be frightened off.
A childish gasp escaped, as one of the spies scampered off. "I thought you said it was dead!" It hollered into the woods.
The child left shuffled their feet in the leaves, debating. "You promise you won't?"
"I promise."
A tiny little thing dressed in rags popped her chubby cheeked head into view, large pointy ears almost drooping under their own weight stuck out from black hair pulled back into a ponytail, her hair framed a green skinned face, making it obvious that the little girl was a goblin. She rung the front of her oversized shirt with her hands nervously.
"Hello." (Reader) cocked their head to the side in a mock bow, back and head in too much pain to attempt an actual greeting. The smile on their lips didn't leave.
"Hello.." The child mumbled in a timid way, copying (Reader's) head tilt.
"My name is (Reader). May I ask for your name?" (Reader) spoke in a low voice to appear as kind and non threatening as possible.
She took a small step forward, entering the little window without needing to duck. "My name is Vix Ix, but my brother calls me Beetle Hands."
"Why does he call you that?"
"Because I'm the best beetle catcher. At least, in my tribe." Vix Ix sat down cross legged just out of (Reader's) reach. Her large eyes wandered over (Reader's) form, mesmerized by their clothing. "What are you doing down here?"
"I had an accident. I was traveling to go meet with a potential client. I make clothes." (Reader) added that last part, seeing how the little girl's eyes sparkled while staring at the intricate needlework on their vest.
"Did you make that?" Vix Ix pointed a finger curiously at the top.
"Yes, I did. Would you like to see more of my work?" The tiny child nodded excitedly. The reaction was very human, and very adorable. "Everything may have.. scattered in the fall. But there should be a chest with a black lock, and a worn painting of a dove above it's latch. If you can find that", (Reader) fished through their pocket for a key and held it out to Vix Ix, "you can see a few of the dresses I brought for my client to look at."
Vix Ix grabbed the key, forgetting to be frightened. She ran back out of the wreckage, and (Reader) laughed, enjoying being able to bring wonder to a child in what (Reader) thought was their final moments.
They had heard so many rumors about goblins, so many stories, ranging from awful tales of mindless gnome sized trolls that murdered anything that breathed, to intelligent little creatures unfairly exterminated because of their annoying love of tricks and pranks. Sunlight glinted off of the broken shards of glass, reflecting into (Reader's) eye. How long had I been asleep? From their spot in the trees, they couldn't tell if it was midday or sunset.
Twigs snapped as the goblinette ran at full speed back to (Reader), out of breath and clutching a sparkly purple dress with butterflies embroidered at the hem line. "You made this?!"
"Hahaha! Yes I did. Do you like it?"
She was practically on the verge of tears. "It's beautiful! Is your client a princess?" Her voice was full of awe.
"The daughter of a Duke." The child waddled over, tripping on the bundle of dress in her arms, and sat much closer to (Reader) than she had earlier.
"It's so pretty!" Green fingers rubbed the fabric lovingly.
An idea came to (Reader) as they saw the joy in Vix Ix's face as she gripped the dress tightly. "You know.. I also had my sewing kit with me. If you can find that, I can trim up this dress for you."
Eyes wide with shock, her ears bounced like she had just been slapped, and asked in horror "You would cut up this dress?!"
Surprised, (Reader) felt their heart melt a little. "My leg is broken." Vix Ix looked down, and seemed startled by the blood. "I don't think there's any way the Duke's men are going to find me. So, I would have to cut off a lot of this dress to fit you, but I'd rather it be worn, then rot away in a trunk."
Tears began to drip down the little kid's cheeks, puffed up in an attempt to stop herself from crying. "I'll go find your sewing kit." She ran back out, sniffling loudly.
The moon rose high into the sky, and Hog Nose, a scrawny little boy who had an upturned button nose unlike any of the goblins in his tribe, held his ears as he was reprimanded by one of the tribe's strongest. Their tribe was small, and unusual. Decades ago their family began from a group of defectors, mostly women escaping their own tribes, wanting to create a community where they could flourish. Despite never attacking humans or causing mischief they suffered many casualties at the hands of adventurers, slaughtering them before they had the chance to explain themselves, forcing them to defend themselves. This left their family broken and impoverished. But they never gave in to "their nature" by stealing from travelers, an attempt to prove that goblins are not born evil.
"And you left Beetle Hands alone, possibly with a human?" Keegraul loudly asked incredulously.
Hog Nose whimpered, afraid of being punished and fearful for his sister. Keegraul grabbed a large dagger, almost a short sword in the young child's hands.
"She still isn't back yet, so lead the way."
The woods were dangerous at night, not only because of wild animals like mountain lions, but because of monsters that had slowly been migrating closer towards the goblins' home. Hog Nose shook as he led Keegraul through the trees, worried to find his sister hurt, or worse.
But what they found instead was that sound of laughter, emanating from a broken carriage connected to a dead horse with another corpse stuck in a tree nearby. Confused, Hog Nose ran to pile of broken wood, rushing past Keegraul who tried to stop him, knife ready for a fight.
"Beetle Hands!" He called out, not knowing what to expect, but surprised by what he found. His sister, wearing human clothing, with an injured human still fixing the bottom of the skirt.
"Hog Nose? What are you doing here?" She seemed genuinely confused, having had so much fun with her new human friend that she hadn't realized the time, standing in the dim light of (Reader's) lamp.
"I'm here to save you?"
Keegraul poked his head in after Hog Nose, curious as to the commotion. That's when the scarred man who had fought many battles with many adventurers, who never once met a human who treated him or his kin as equals, made eye contact with an exhausted person, pale from blood loss, fighting through their pain and fatigue, to make a dress for a little goblin girl. At least, that's what it looked like.
"What's going on here?" Keegraul meant to ask, but it came out as more of a demand.
Worried that they had offended him, (Reader) held up their hands. But Vix Ix beamed up at him, her large toothy grin radiating childish wonder. "(Reader's) making me a princess!"
"Oh, are they?" Keegraul released the tension he had been holding. The air smelled like blood, and at first he thought it was from the human's dead companions outside, but their broken leg was hard to miss. "It looks like they're dying."
Vix Ix ceased her bouncing, turning a terrified eye to (Reader). "Are you dying?"
(Reader) sent a quick glare to the adult goblin before shifting back to their comforting smile. "My leg just hurts, sweetheart. I'm sure I'll be fine."
"Not if you don't get that taken care of." The goblin retorted, stepping closer and bending down to get a better look. He let out a noise of frustration. "I can't see anything but blood with these pants on."
Rough hands with broken nails peeled (Reader's) pants off, pausing whenever they sucked on their teeth in pain. The bone right beneath their knee was protruding from from it's flesh.
"That's a nasty break all right."
"Can you fix it?" The little boy goblin asked, still shaking from earlier, but now cradling his blade like a doll.
Delirious from exhaustion, (Reader) turned their smile to him. "What's your name?"
"Craak, or Hog Nose."
They could feel themselves about to pass out. "Hognose? That's my favorite snake. Cutest little snake I've ever seen.." Keegraul tightened their torn pants around their thigh, waking them up with the shooting pain.
(Reader) hissed, incapable of audibly screaming. "We should take you back to the hole, so that we can get that leg fixed up."
Vix Ix stood tall, arms straight in the air, with a determined look on her face. "You can lean on me!"
Keegraul sighed, rubbing his eyes. "I'll find you a large stick for a crutch, and you can lean on my head for support." Vix Ix followed him, arguing about who got to support (Reader) on their journey, while Hog Nose stood shyly, still watching (Reader) with a small grin. "Did you mean that?"
(Reader) felt feverish, and couldn't focus their eyes. "Of course. You mean.. the snakes right? Never seen a cuter snake." Their breathing was labored, pausing between words awkwardly.
There was an odd blue tint forming on his baby cheeks, but it dissipated with the arrival of his little sister. "WE FOUND A STICK!"
The goblins all stared at the human receiving medical attention, gobsmacked. Everyone was incredibly interested in seeing who was special enough to be brought home by Keegraul. Especially the children, who were entranced by the dress (Reader) fixed up for Beetle Hands.
"Are you a princess?" A young girl asked, practically glowing.
"Haha no."
"Oh. Are you a prince?"
"Alright! Everyone go to bed!" Keegraul shooed the goblins back to the sleeping room. They all went back except a woman and Vix Ix. The lady seemed embarrassed, hiding herself by crossing her arms.
"You made this?"
"Yes. I have more dresses and fabric in the woods."
Her eyebrows were knit in what looked to be anger. "Why did you make a dress for Beetle Hands?"
"I just tailored it for her. Because she thought it was pretty."
"Yeah, but why?"
(Reader) smiled, understanding that the goblins must be suspicious of them. "Doesn't she look pretty?"
Vix Ix spun around, bumping into the other goblin. "I do!"
Her face softened. "You really think she's pretty?"
"Of course?" The goblin turned blue, like Hog Nose had earlier, and shuffled away.
(Reader) would later learn that her name was Reassa, and she warmed up to (Reader) quickly as they recuperated. In fact, all of the goblin tribe were incredibly welcoming to (Reader) to the family. They helped (Reader) between rooms, and generally fawned over them. As thanks for saving their life, (Reader) worked on reworking the dresses and fabrics the goblins found near the crash site into outfits for everyone. But as (Reader) got better, the goblins became more nervous.
"Are you thinking of leaving?" Keegraul wrung his hat in his hands, big sad eyes staring at (Reader) pleadingly.
"I'm sure my boss thinks I'm dead. It would be good to return home, and contact Marcus' family about his fate. But worry not, I won't tell anyone about you or the tribe." (Reader) smiled, practicing standing on their healing leg.
"That's not why I ask." (Reader) cocked their head, confused. "We trust you- I trust you. I know you wouldn't betray us. We- we'll just miss you."
Vix Ix popped out from behind a stack of boxes, knocking (Reader) to the ground, sobbing. "You're not leaving!"
Keegraul's heart broke. "Beetle -"
"No! Ti aim kahl, pen! (Reader's) not leaving!"
Reassa listened from outside the hole, along with three other women. They didn't understand. Didn't they make their love for (Reader) obvious enough? The flowers they would weave into crowns for them, the poems they world write for them..
One of the younger women started crying, head in her hands, choking on her sobs. Something dark grew in Reassa's chest, a feeling she often tried to force away, to prove to the world that they were wrong about goblins. A darkness, a possessiveness. "Maybe we should keep (Reader) here."
"We can't keep them against their will. They aren't a prisoner."
Reassa punched the entrance to their hollow, clenching her jaw tightly. "I love them."
"So do we.. but, what can we do?"
Hog Nose dropped a basket of vegetables. He had returned earlier than the other children. "Did you just say (Reader) is leaving?"
"Hog Nose! I'm so sorry, when did you get here?"
"I don't want them to leave!"
"I know, baby, but there's nothing-"
Hog Nose pulled out his dagger from it's sheath, rubbing his thumb across the beautiful golden vest (Reader) had made him as he did so. "(Reader) never learned our language."
"What?"
"What if the woods are too dangerous for them to go home? Because of the kahn piers?" The women all stopped, internally debating whether or not they could betray their fore mothers like this, lie to keep a human for themselves. But the decision was made for them, as Hog Nose slashed open his arm with the blade.
Inside the hole, (Reader) heard the women scream, and quickly wrestled Vix Ix to her feet so (Reader) could hobble to the opening. Reassa carried Hog Nose in her arms, a bloody mess, with a guilty expression on her face.
"What happened?" Keegraul demanded, watching as (Reader) pulled the little boy out of Reassa's arms to inspect the damage.
"He was attacked!" She collapsed, tearing at Keegraul's shirt.
"By what?!"
She swallowed hard, eyes flickering to (Reader), the motion only noticed by Keegraul and Vix Ix.
"Kahn piers."
Keegraul's eyes widened, realizing immediately what they had planned without discussing with him or the other men. "What kind of idiot-"
"What's a kahn pier?"
Vix Ix looked at her brother, witnessing him quickly shut the eye he was peaking out of. "Kahn piers are the most vile, evil creatures in these woods!" She cried out, grabbing onto her brother dramatically. "Hog Nose is lucky to be alive!"
Shame ripped through Keegraul's spirit, but seeing (Reader) shake with fear, imagining them doting on the children, caring for an the adults, watching them leave.
Wouldn't it be wonderful? Having (Reader) there to brighten their little home, loving the young ones as their own pen? Almost like a real spouse?
Even the way they clung onto Hog Nose's bloodied body, too broken up to notice that all his wounds were only surface deep.
Keegraul knew that everyone would play along, no one would tell (Reader) the truth. Everyone loved them so much, it was almost disturbing.
"Call everyone back home. The woods aren't safe."
Note: hello!! First post hehe, hope you guys like getting to know my oc! I'll be posting a short fic of him soon!
Church - Fall Out Boy
Oh, the things that you do in the name of what you love You were doomed but just enough You were doomed but just enough
Name: Nicolas "Saint" Dryden
Pronouns: He/Him
Age: 55
Occupation: Retired Colonel
Appearance: Nicolas stands at an intimidating height of 6'4 with a large physique and broad shoulders and back. He has multiple scars and a few tattoos, most notable ones being the large and jagged slash running across his back from a mission gone wrong. The most notable tattoo is the cross he has on the right side of his body. Nicolas is fair skinned and has a beard, which is well kept and groomed. He has dark and intense brown eyes that seem to pierce right into the person he is staring at. He has inky brown hair that is also well kept and groomed, he likes to keep it fairly short due to his time in the military.
Personality: Cunning + Caring to those he's close to + A family man + Protective + Loyal + Rough + Blunt + Charming + Gruff + Smart + Aggressive + Extravagant + Secretive + Manipulative + Obsessive + Yandere
Interests: his firebrand + Military movies + Whiskey + Hunting + Spoiling his firebrand + his pet dog Daisy + woodworking + carving + cooking + carving
Loves: Making his firebrand happy + Pampering his firebrand + manhandling his firebrand + making or buying his firebrand gifts + seeing his firebrand wear the marks he left on them + dogs + camping + chasing his firebrand through the woods
Dislikes: seeing his firebrand try to escape + his firebrand crying (unless it's from the pure pleasure he's giving them or because they're choking on his cock) + wanderers who manage to find his home which is secluded in the woods
Description: was the commanding officer at the base their darling was stationed at as a daycare teacher + very protective of their darling + loves to keep a hand on his firebrand both sexually and in a non sexual way + Very sexually pent up + Very manipulative + Cunning + very possessive + will use whatever means necessary to keep his firebrand with him + is not above using his grandson to keep his darling with him.
Fetish: Hearing his darling moan + Making his darling cum + Edging his darling + Praising his darling + darling being submissive + Spanking his darling + Light asphyxiation + Degrading his darling + Humiliating his darling + Making his darling beg. + Fucking his darling on the forest floor + primal play + breeding + creampies
Yandere Batfam w/ Wife/Mother!Darling & Daughter/Sister!Darling Masterlist
New Additions
Least Hated Brother
New School
Nightmares
Littlest Big Brother
Mother May I?
Hopeless
Bonus: Authorâs Sketches & some cute thoughts about the darlings
Unhappy Family
Checkmate
Cats Are Better Than Bats
Never Acting Again
Son/Brother!Darling
Suspended
Press
A Boy
Owls and Bats
Gotham Knights AU
Childish Behavior
Boyfriend Appearance
Motherâs Protection
Copycat
Man of Steel & Laughter of Owls
Raccoon
Future Visits
Miscarriage
I just KNOW that if she didn't have magic in season 1 when Bloom dragged Riven verbally, she would have also dragged him physically. Bloom is always down to fight, especially in season 1.
Bloom is an impulsive little shit. You mean to tell me there wasn't at least one time where the impulsive thought won and she said fuck your magic and swung? I call bullshit. Her opponents gotta keep Bloom at a distance because she will bite.
Yandere Twin Vampire Brothers x Gender Neutral Human Turned Vampire Reader CW: Incest between the vampire brothers, mildly dubious consent, intoxication, reader initiated sex, threesome, spit as lube, cum as lube, biting, blood sucking, forced to drink blood, forced to turn into a vampire, bullying, bully gets killed, beating, reader has temporarily broken bones, temporary injury, overprotective yanderes, general yandere behavior, twin yanderes, surprisingly whole ending, surprisingly happy ending Word Count: 3.3k (I know this kind of fic isn't for everyone between the violence the bully receives and the incest, but I hope a lot of people like it anyway. I worked very hard. Also yes, this is a repost because the original had an accidentally gendered pronoun. I apologize if anyone read that and experienced dysphoria.)
You had made a mistake. One that would, soon enough, prove to be a fatal one. Not just for you.
In your haste to start a task you had as one of the townâs carpenters you had turned a corner and ran right into the town brute himself, Jorry. Running into him, at any time, could result in a punch from his large meaty fists, but he had been carrying eggs freshly laid from his hens. This resulted in egg yolk covering an outraged Jorry.
Jorry had bullied you for as long as you could remember, he and his friends pummeling you whenever you happened upon them while he was in a bad mood. Or in any mood really. He just really liked using you as a punching bag. Most people left such behavior in childhood, but not Jorry.
You wasted no time at all in fleeing upon seeing who you had ran into. You werenât quite in the mood to be nursing a broken nose that day. Luckily he had to wipe egg goop out of his eyes and that gave you some crucial extra seconds to make yourself scarce.
Despite making it a good way out of your village, the angered Jorry pursued you. He was nothing if not persistent. You hesitated a bit, but decided your only hope was to flee into the cave that everyone in all the nearby villages were terrified of. No one could remember the truth of the matter, but it had long been forbidden to enter. Many superstitious folks wouldnât even travel within viewing distance of it.
You did not put much faith in superstition though, and no matter what was in there it couldnât be worse than how badly Jorry would beat you if he caught up to you. If you had just taken your punishment in town someone would have happened by or heard your screams and he wouldnât have been able to do nearly as much as he would all the way out here.
Again, a truly fatal miscalculation. You damn fool.
Hoping that you were safe in the cave you crouched in the shadows. But, while absurdly violent, your pursuer was not particularly dimwitted. He pretty quickly surmised that the cave was the logical place for you to have gone. You heard him scream and call for you in the distance.
The only chance to avoid the beating of your lifetime was to retreat farther into the cave. You crept back as silently as humanly possibly. When you went as far back as you could you came across an old metal door, carved into the rock surrounding it were twisting serpents. An ancient rune of unknown meaning was etched into the door itself.
Staring at it filled you with dread and you were possessed with the all consuming urge to flee the way you had come, but it was forgotten as if it was never there when you heard Jorry again, this time near the entrance of the cave. If he entered it now he would be able to see you. Light still made it this far.
With the subtle magic of the rune no longer working on you, you slowly opened the metal door and entered into what looked like an underground mausoleum. An underground tomb long forgotten by the histories of man.
You found yourself between two large rectangles of stone. A chill ran up your spine when you realized they were sarcophagi. Evidently the final resting place for two souls left to the dark and dust of this cave. They were plain and unadorned, other than some words on the top. You leaned over and tried to make out the inscription on one when you suddenly heard the unmistakable sound of stone grating against stone.
The sarcophagus opposite of you moved before the one in front of you did. You tripped backwards in fright as the lids were pushed aside and two pale emaciated corpses pulled themselves up and faced your direction. You couldnât quite tell in the dark but it seemed like their eyes were completely black, creating a chilling contrast with their pale skin.
The thin pale figures slowly began to pull themselves out of their not so final resting places as you got over your initial shock, got up, and got the fuck out of there. You sprinted past the metal door and back into the front of the cave.
You were so engrossed with the current task of running away from the corpses of the damned risen to do any manner of unholy things to those still living that you did not see Jorry as he entered the cave. For the second time that day you careened right into him, knocking you both out of the cavern and on to the dirt outside.
Jorry growled and grabbed your leg, pulling you over to him.
âYou ran like a bitch, finally decide itâs better to face your punishment?â
âNo, no, no, you donât understan-â
He pinned you and began wailing away at your smaller body with his mighty fists. Blow after blow. Your nose was surely broken. Then he got up and started stomping on you with his powerful foot. Now some ribs were certainly broken too.
Suddenly you heard Jorry yelp and the beating stopped. Your face was swollen and bloodied, your mind consumed by the pain of broken bones. You couldnât tell what was going on. Jorry was screaming, blubbering like a girl. The dearly departed had been slowed due to their time without feeding, but with Jorry distracted by his treatment of you he was easy enough prey.
The thin pale figures had him down on the ground, pinning him with less effort than he had pinned you. They bit into his body, ravenously drinking his blood. Not enough to kill him, but enough to reinvigorate themselves and make him weak and helpless. Barely able to move.
You had managed to wipe the blood from your face and saw what was transpiring. You tried your best to drag yourself through the dirt and put distance between yourself and them, but you only managed to get about a foot away before they finally noticed you.
âAlaric look! The one who saved us⊠they need tending to.â
The vampire evidently named Alaric joined his companion in looking over you. As injured as you were, you struggled to plea for mercy.
âShhh, shhh. We arenât going to hurt you. Weâd never hurt our savior.â
âIâm Anthelm Noctwind and this is my twin brother Alaric Noctwind. We're going to help.â
Anhelm positioned himself so that your head was propped up in his lap. He bit at his wrist until blood was flowing.
âHere. Drink.â
You weren't sure what lore was true and what was merely myth, but you were fairly positive that it was universally agreed upon that turning into a vampire required the consumption of oneâs blood. You struggled to turn away but you were powerless to do so. Alaric held your mouth open as Anthelm held his bleeding wrist above it.
Blood dripped in and you gagged as you were forced to swallow. It tasted the same as any blood, though perhaps a little sweeter. Shortly after you consumed it you lost consciousness. Both due to the blood itself and your rather severe injuries.
They took you and Jorry back into the cave. It would take the rest of the day and a lot of the night for you to turn and heal. Alaric carried you with the utmost care and consideration for your wounds while just picking up Jorry and tossing him in unceremoniously, causing him to cry out in pain as he hit the hard rocky floor.
âIâd kill you now and decorate this place with your entrails, but we need you for something, so just keep quiet.â
Between Jorryâs incessant pleas to be freed and his attempt to run out of the cavern while they were both busy watching you resulted in his clothes being torn from him and ripped into strips that were used to bind and gag him.
Alaric, the cruelest of the brothers, watched in amusement as their hog tied victim cried and shook in fear. The hulking peasant experiencing the fear of death for the first time. The amused vampire went over to him and pet him like he was a pet, in mock sympathy.
âDonât worry~,â Alaric cooed, âYouâll be out of your misery soon enough.â
That prompted renewed struggles from the naked man. Alaric only laughed in a maniacal fashion as he returned to your side. They had removed their coats, still pristine as the day they had been sealed away, and used them as bedding for you.
They patiently waited for hours, Alaric occasionally taunting poor Jorry, until you finally stirred. The swelling had gone, your bones had mended, and they had licked up the blood that had covered your face. The only evidence that you had ever suffered at all were the bloodstains on your clothing.
It was well past midnight, the twins had lit a fire to keep you and themselves warm. You could see them clearly now that your face was healed. They both looked exactly alike, down to the same outfits. High class, but outdated, attire. They had pale grey eyes that observed your every movement, completely different from the black voids you thought you had seen earlier. Flawless pale skin with delicate, feminine, features. Their long straight hair accentuated their looks perfectly. They could certainly pass as women if they wore the right attire. Maybe they lured in victims that way.
You were confused and more than a bit groggy, but you managed to piece together all the events that had transpired before your rest. You jumped up and made for the door but they were quicker than anything, human or animal, that you had ever encountered. One got behind you with his hand on your shoulders and the other stood in front with his hand on your cheek.
âDonât be afraid, dove. We arenât going to hurt you.â
You whimpered as they each took one of your hands and guided you over to Jorry.
âYou consumed vampiric blood, right now it has transformed you. Temporarily.â
âYes, to make it stick youâll now need to kill.â
âTechnically it doesnât need to be human, any mammal will do, but since we have this lovely volunteer we figured we shouldnât waste it. â
âDonât really want him talking about us. Donât really want him to live after hurting our dove. And, well, it spares some rodent that is more deserving of life.â
You shuffled nervously.
âI⊠donât want to be aâŠÂ vampireâŠâ
You looked down at your feet, trying to avoid eye contact with them or Jorry who looked up at you with tears streaking his face.
âSorry, but we arenât really giving you a choice.â
âWe didnât mean to make it seem that way, please forgive us.â
âYou saved us, you had enough magical power to open the door and ignore the rune. You will be a strong vampire, and we can tell a lot more about you by your scent.â
âSmell things like personality, even some thoughts. We know you will be perfect for us.â
âUh⊠canât I just stay with you and remain human?â
âNo.â They both said in unison.
âHumans age and die.â
âHumans have betrayed us too. Thatâs how we ended up here. You broke the seal so we have to show our gratitude.â
You kept staring at your feet until you worked up the courage to ask the question you were afraid to hear the answer to.
âWhat if I refuse?â
Anthelm smiled and Alaric laughed as if it was a funny joke. Not that you could tell them apart yet.
âNot a choice sweetie, remember?â
âIf you donât do it willingly then I block the tomb entrance so you canât go deeper.â
âAnd I guard the cave exit so you canât leave. Then we leave you alone with your friend. Your hunger will grow. Youâll crave blood. Your senses will be unbearable.â
âYouâll hear his heartbeat, he will smell delicious, then youâll drain him dry.â
âIn more normal circumstances he could survive that, and the blood consumption without a death only prolongs the transitional period, it wouldnât make you a true vampire. Go long enough without blood, have someone tie you up for a few days, and youâd turn fully human.â
âBut he is weak and beaten. He wonât survive.â
You looked at them and stated boldly that youâd resist.
âYou are more than welcome to try.â
They each took their agreed upon spots to guard against you fleeing. True to their word you did steadily become more and more hungry. Thirsty for blood. Your senses became acutely aware of the food that had been tied up for you. You tried to resist. Your body shook with the effort. You had a splitting headache and panted heavily. Jorry smelled so good, and the beat of his heart beckoned you towards him. Though you resisted longer than most, the outcome was inevitable.
You descended upon him, he squealed as much as he could with his gag as you bit into his neck and sucked him dry. His futile struggles getting more feeble by the second until they stopped entirely.
Alaric and Anthelm were behind you watching with wicked smiles.
When you finished your meal of Jorry you looked on in horror. But only briefly. You had over consumed and the effects were as powerful as they were swift. You were a bit dizzy and felt as though you were light as air.
âWith his death youâll be with us forever!â
You tried to get up but stumbled and nearly fell. One of the twins caught you. You smiled and nuzzled into his neck. There was a cute man holding you, why had you been so horrified earlier? You shrugged it off, if you couldnât remember then it probably wasnât too terribly important.
âCareful, dove. The first times on human blood and drinking to the point of death can be intense.â
âAnd we definitely let you drink too much.â
You giggled and stroked Anthelmâs soft black hair, not at all paying attention to his words.
âYouâre prettier than any girl Iâve ever seen.â
He blushed and Alaric cackled at the spectacle. Until you kissed Anthelm deeply. Then Alaric looked a bit jealous.
You grinded your crotch against Anthelm and giggled at the face he made.
âEverything feels so⊠intense.â
âDdonât you want to go somewhere a bit more... comfy?
âOr romantic? We could find a town. An inn.â Added Alaric.
You ignored him, proceeded to unbutton his shirt and then rubbed your hands over his lean abs. He started returning the treatment, Alaric came over and helped him undress you. It didnât take long for all three of you to be nude. They used the clothes to make an impromptu bed. Anthelm laid down, his erect cock on full display.
He pulled you on top of him, kissing and nipping at your neck while Alaric was behind the two of you. He pressed two spit-lubed fingers into both you and his brother. Both of you writhed in pleasure, but it simply wasnât enough.
Alaric didnât need to stretch either of you out, vampires wouldnât be pained by something like a cock shoving its way in, but it would feel better with more moisture. He withdrew his fingers, making you pout, and lubed up his cock with saliva before sucking on his brothers for a moment to get it wet.
Then he guided his brother's dick into you before sliding his own cock into his brother. You pressed back against it, trying to get the girthy member as deep into you as possible. Anthelm humped into you slowly, timing his thrusts with your bounces.
Alaric gasped as his cock was gripped by his brotherâs tight inviting insides, he gripped Anthelmâs legs for leverage as he drove himself deeper. Anthelm, in the middle of all the action, could barely think. Simultaneously making love to you while being bred by his twin had him drooling.
âAlways so tightâŠâ
âAlaric, h-harder.â
His sibling obliged him.
You were in a worse state than Anthelm. You were new to being a vampire and the blood drunkenness combined with your recent kill made every sensation indescribable. More so when the sensations were that of a vampire at your neck and a cock humping into you while you weakly continued to bounce on it.
Anthelmâs entire body shook as he came in you, shoving his cock far into depths before unloading his seed. He took a few moments to catch his breath, an orgasm evidently enough to tire a vampire. If only for a moment. He stayed hard and began fucking into you again.
âI think you were made for us, angel.â
The stimulation was just too much for you and you screamed as you had the most intense orgasm of your entire life. Your body relaxed as you lay on Anthelm, no longer bouncing on his cock but content to let him keep using you as long as he saw fit as you nuzzled into his chest.
Alaric gripped his brotherâs legs tightly as he finally slammed in hard and filled him like he had filled you. Without missing a beat he slid out of his brother, covered his cock in the cum that pooled out of him, and slid it right into you. Both of there cocks now covered in a slimy mix of both of their loads, using it as lube as they thrust into you in tandem. You whimpered at the sheer immensity of the pleasure that was filling you.
The three of you spent the rest of the entire night, and a good chunk of the morning, engaged in a rapturous sea of sex. Eventually you all fell asleep on top of them. Given their recent centuries long slumber they stayed awake and idly toyed with your hair or caressing you as you slept soundly.
They whispered to themselves about what the plan from there was.
âThereâs a stream outside we can clean ourselves off in.â
âYeah, I can smell it. After that head to a town?â
âA large one where we can blend in. Feed on livestock outside the walls. Maybe rats too if necessary. Always rats in large towns.â
âWhat about humans? Always rapists and thugs in cities that need to be taken care of.â
Alaric looked at Anthelm hopefully.
âTrue. True,â Anthelm relented, âI suppose it wonât hurt to remove a few bad ones. On occasion.â
Alaric broke into a large grin.
âYes! I love how our new partner gets when they are drunk on human life.â
You stirred a bit in your sleep though you didnât wake, drool under your cheek and on Alaricâs bare chest.
âQuiet, they need their restâŠâ
âSorry,â Alaric murmured sheepishly.
They continued chatting about the future until you woke up. With a clearer head you were once more traumatized by what you had done, but they calmed you down and explained how he deserved it and that you were not a monster. They would guide you in your new life.
They were eager to leave behind the cave that had held them prisoner for so long. Bidding the cave farewell with a piss on Jorryâs soon to be rotting corpse, the closest thing he would get to a burial, the brothers departed with you.
You made a life for yourselves in one of the larger cities. Anytime someone tried to hurt you they went missing quite fast. It would be many years still before you had the degree of strength and power that the twins possessed. And even once you did theyâd always remain overprotective.
You quickly came to accept and love your new existence with them. Anthelm took up your trade with you while Alaric became a prominent cook and eventually owner of his own restaurant. Apparently the hypersensitivity of vampiric taste buds helped him make delicacies. There was always a need for carpentry and fancy food, so you never had any money troubles, (un)life was good. And you had an eternity to spend it with them.
Can I request Yandere Vlad the Impaler with the reader who's the sister of Matthias Corvinus? Knowing the history of both men the tension would be so high. Imagine like Vlad have a meeting with Matthias and met the reader for the first time and it was like love/obsession at first sight?
Hello dear. I hope you like it.
You were the third child and only daughter of John Hunyadi and Elizabeth SzilĂĄgyi. In other words, you were their precious little Princess in every sense. You had the best and most expensive of everything. Your mother was very careful about your upbringing. She did everything she could to make you a real lady. You got along well with your brothers. Especially with Matthias. The loss of your elder brother Ladislaus was a heavy blow for the family. You mourned in your mother's arms for months. After a while, Matthias took over the throne. In other words, he was now a King. You were very happy for your brother. Matthias had been protective of you since your childhood. This protectiveness especially increased when you two were alone in life. However, fate had some plans. Vlad the Impaler had visited your country for diplomatic purposes. He had noticed you during his meetings with your brother. Your brother was disturbed by Vlad's curiosity about you. Vlad immediately informed your brother that he wanted to marry you. This made your brother angry and worried. It was no secret that Vlad's fame had reached many people. Matthias politely turned down Vlad's request at first. However, this did not cause Vlad to give up. I have a few theories about what could happen next.
A war breaks out between the two countries. ~Matthias wins. ~Vlad wins.
Matthias is forced to let you and Vlad get married so that there is no war.
milf!yandere!Rhaella x the younger!male!Reader from your yandere!Aerys headcanon except make it himbo!Baratheon!brother instead
who will inevitably kill the king and seize the city on Robertâs behalf but Robert uses it to his advantage to name the reader king instead of himself
imagine Cerseiâs horror when the Reader opts to marry Rhaella and end the Targaryen dynasty on a more peaceful note
maybe Viserys and Danny are really his kids and lack the crazy Targe genes
Tw: Yandere themes, implied age difference, mentions of forced intimacy, and very brief mentions of miscarriages and stillbirths
Honestly, I love this idea so much! Not only does Rhaella get some much deserved attention and Milf!Rhaella at that đ„°đ but we get even more Himbo!Baratheon!Reader!!
Since Aerys and Steffon Baratheon were best friends, I could totally see Steffon having fostered Himbo!Baratheon!Reader to Kingâs Landing around a similar time to when Robert was fostered off to the Vale. I could see Aerys having taken a liking to or grow a certain connection to Baratheon!Reader because he reminded Aerys of Steffon and their youth. It wouldnât have been until after Steffonâs death that Aerys would look at the Reader in a much more carnal and twisted light than ever before. I could see Aerys having progressively separated Baratheon!Reader from solely being a resemblance to his father and seeing the Reader as his own individual as he grew and prospered in Kingâs Landing. No doubt that Aerys already had this more messed up desire and infatuation for the Reader stirring within him before Steffon and Cassana perished, it only took on full force and became something much darker after Steffon was out of the picture. Since his friend was gone than Aerys didnât have to worry about Himbo!Baratheon!Reader being taken away from him back to Stormâs End, or inevitably have Steffon finding out about Aerysâ dark intentions with his younger son. Not that that would have stopped him or deterred him from indulging in his desire but it would certainly have made things more difficult.
Even before this messed up relationship between Baratheon!Reader and Aerys took place, I have no doubt that Rhaella would have held quite the soft spot for the Reader, he would have certainly been a breath of fresh air to her and the Realm alike. Even though the Reader was everything that made up a Baratheon, he had it in him to be so tender and warm. And Rhaella couldnât help but adore that about the Reader. Not to mention how happy and easy going Baratheon!Reader always was naturally and genuinely, even in the face of imminent danger or death. And it wasnât in an arrogant or hubristic way either, the Reader just took what came his way with a bright smile and a hearty laugh in tow (unless the situation called for him being serious and that could be scary) or he may have been too stupid to realize the severity of some of the situations he found himself in, no matter what it was thatâs what made him so him.
Instead of being envious or resenting the Reader for the attention he got or the way people so easily flocked to him and of their own free will to do so without so much as any prompting on Himbo!Baratheon!Readerâs part, Aerys would become even more possessive of keeping Baratheon!Reader by his side. This would also certainly garner his mistrust and paranoia of the people around him and everyone else in general, excluding the Reader. At least to some extent but most, if not all, of Aerysâ paranoia directed towards the Reader would be solely due to his fear of the Reader abandoning him.
In the moments when Aerys would force both Himbo!Baratheon!Reader and Rhaella into being intimate with each other for his twisted entertainment, the Reader would be able to take Rhaellaâs mind off of the extremely messed up situation and Aerysâ existence entirely. No matter what it is if the Reader is involved itâs like itâs just the two of them in a world all to themselves and she couldnât be more content starling like that. In a fucked up way this gross situation purely for Aerys enjoyment couldnât have been a better excuse for Rhaella to be able to be with the Reader in such an intimate way that didnât involve her breaking her marital vow or forsaking the Realm and the gods of her own accord. And surely she and the Reader would be bonded due to going through with having to deal with Aerys like they have to but theyâre also connected physically now because of what Aerys has made them do. Not to mention if Rhaella did fall pregnant with Baratheon!Readerâs child/children.
I could see Cersei making Jaime promise her that he would keep an eye on the Reader for her when he becomes a Kingsguard, or rather she would coerce him into becoming her eyes and ears when anything had to do with the Reader when she couldnât be there herself. Cersei would hate not being able to get to be with the Reader, she would really envy Jaime for getting to be physically so much closer to Baratheon!Reader than she could be (at least until she and the Reader were to be betrothed and then married, little does she know). Iâm sure she even went as far as trying to get her father to allow her to stay in Kingâs Landing while he was Hand of the King so she could actually be close to the Reader but Tywin wouldnât let her, not when Aerys was increasingly becoming unhinged (especially regarding anything that had to do with the Reader). When Robertâs Rebellion does inevitably take place, Cersei would absolutely be terrified for the Reader and his well-being. Not only is his eldest brother going against the Crown but Himbo!Reader himself is basically the Kingâs hostage now. Not like the Reader hasnât been the Kingâs hostage this entire time but thatâs here nor there. Her complete and utter joy once the rebellion has been won and it comes back to her that Himbo!Baratheon!Reader is safe and sound would be absolutely immeasurable. She literally cried once she heard the Reader was alive and well. Then it comes out that Robert has instead made the Reader king, Cersei canât help but be overjoyed with the idea of being his queen. Sure she was perfectly content just being his lady wife so long as she had him but this was so much better. She and her darling would be the ultimate power couple of all of Westeros! That is until her world comes crashing down around her upon news of her darling choosing to marry the late Mad Kingâs sister-wife and queen. Cersei canât believe it, she is absolutely gut-wrenched and torn apart. She wouldnât leave her bedchambers for days, weeks, months even. She couldnât bring herself to eat or sleep, she would be an absolute wreck.
Jaime feels torn; he feels for his sister, he truly does, after all who wouldnât seeing their family and someone they care so much about in a state like that but heâs also grateful that Queen Rhaella will have a far better husband than Aerys ever was. Sure, Jaime doesnât necessarily like the Reader, or rather heâll never admit to liking the Reader but he does acknowledge that Himbo!Baratheon!Reader would be much, much better towards Rhaella. He may even think that he can bring his sisterâs sports back up but he couldnât be more wrong which only shows him just how much more she cared for the Reader than she did for him.
Also, I donât doubt for a moment that Himbo!Baratheon!Reader and Rhaegar were friends and pretty close to one another ever since the Reader was fostered to Kingâs Landing. Baratheon!Readerâs personality and overall liveliness would have immediately drawn Rhaegar in. Watching someone who enjoyed life and all the people around him so genuinely and unabashedly, not to mention seeing it be given in return tenfold would certainly strike a cord with Rhaegar. The relationship between the Reader and Rhaegar would definitely add to the Rebellion. I like to imagine that Rhaegar was attached to and trusted the Reader so much that he would have shared his prophecy with him. He would have opened up about his endeavors and what he was trying to accomplish, giving the Reader complete insight and understanding of what was going on which would only result in the Reader questioning his brotherâs rebellion and whose side he should really be on. I also donât doubt that Rhaegar either would have told the Reader in advance that Lyanna wasnât stolen away or he would have the Reader their in person as a witness to their marriage (maybe Himbo!Baratheon!Reader even had a side thing going on with Rhaegar and or possibly Lyanna too and was involved in the making of Jon Snowđ€·đ»ââïž). Either way, his friendship with Rhaegar would certainly lead to some mixed feelings about his brotherâs rebellion and the aftermath. Of course Baratheon!Reader is aware enough to see and understand both sides but heâll be left feeling some type of way after Rhaegarâs death. Donât even get me started on Himbo!Baratheon!Readerâs relationship with Elia. He would have been so good to her and her kids, protecting them from Aerysâ ire and even saving them from their fate at the hands of the Mountain. Letâs just say, Elia and her children would have been very much alive and safe, thriving in Dorne when everything takes place in canon. Not to mention, Dorne would be in debt to Himbo!Baratheon!Reader for saving Elia and her children, being 100% allies to the Reader and him solely. Also, if Himbo!Baratheon!Reader didnât end up marrying Rhaella then he would have most likely married Elia.
I havenât even talked about how Rhaella would react to everything. First off, she would be so supportive of the Reader being king, honestly anyone who wasnât her brother-husband would probably end up being better than Aerys in general but Himbo!Baratheon!Reader certainly has her full support and loyalty. She is of course affected by Rhaegarâs demise but she also understands that thatâs a part of war and that was what the consequences of Rhaegarâs actions led to. She undoubtably would mourn the death of her eldest son and what could have been if things had been different but this was her new reality and she would go forth with it for young Viserys and baby Daenerysâ sakes. Rhaella, along with so many others, would be surprised to hear that Robert his isnât taking the throne and the seven kingdoms for himself but rather choosing to give it all to Himbo!Baratheon!Reader to rule as he pleases. Robert never wanted the iron throne or the seven kingdoms, he wanted Lyanna and with her gone he just wanted to grieve without having to carry the unnecessary responsibility of what came with being King, so he picked the best person for the job and washed his hands of it all. A good majority of people couldnât be happier that Himbo!Baratheon!Reader was to be king, especially Rhaella, and to see how he would salvage what Aerys left behind. Imagine everyoneâs shock and surprise when itâs announced that Himbo!Reader would be taking Rhaella as his wife and queen. I like the idea of the Reader having brought it up to Rhaella behind closed doors first to see if she would be accepting and comfortable with it. She would absolutely be caught off guard to say the least but sheâs also secretly giddy just thinking about it. The Reader would give a few reasons for his decision, two prominent reasons being to keep peace with the Targaryen Dynasty and also given what they endured with Aerys both together and separately (not to mention he may have very well fathered Viserys and Daenerys himselfđ ). Rhaella would certainly be taken aback but she canât help but feel butterflies in her stomach, excited and anxious for her new life with the Reader and being able to bear his children.
Speaking of which, Rhaella would fear that she would face similar complications when it came to trying to conceive with the Reader, she was already so lucky and thankful for being able to have Viserys and little Dany after all the miscarriages and stillbirths she went through with her other pregnancies with Aerys. Imagine her absolute joy and happiness if she and Himbo!Baratgeon!Reader were to end up having a bunch of happy and healthy children without any problems both during and after the pregnancies. If that were the case, and she so hoped and prayed that it would be, Rhaella would be absolutely over the moon with her new life and happy, loving family. It would be all hers and Aerys wasnât there to keep her from enjoying it. And she would finally get the love and happiness she desperately wanted and needed. No longer would she have to put up with the abuse and mistreatment that Aerys directed towards her, she would now be tenderly loved and cherished by someone who could appreciate her in every way possible. With that being said, there was no way in seven hells that Rhaella would let anything come between her and her darling now. She already had to put up with and endure a lot, she has every right to want to keep what she has now all to herself. Hopefully it wonât result in her taking on some of her late brother-husbandâs excessive traits but even then at least she could play it off, unlike Aerys.
Batfam Yan! Ă Negleted Idol! Reader
| Platonic |
Note / English is not my first language / Inspired by the anime "Oshi No Ko"
TW / Yandere behaviors, Toxic relationships, emotional dependency, neglect, violence, blood, death, murder, mentions of sex (not explicit), abandonment, stalking, harassment, daddy issues, Dark themes
What is love?
That's what you've always wondered: was it really as good as people said it was?
Is true love the same as fake love? You didn't know
You never experienced any kind of love from your family
The people who were supposed to care for you and protect you just treated you like garbage
The people who were supposed to be there for you when you needed them most abandoned you as soon as they could
Since you were little, you knew none of them liked you, but you could pretend they loved you
You could lie, lie about your life, lie about your feelings
Lies tasted better than the truth, because lying made you look better in people's eyes
Lies didn't hurt, truths did
You are the perfect liar
And those lies got you to where you were now, everyone loved (name)
The perfect idol, you were in a small group of idols, but your charisma and affection for your fans took you to the top
Your face was everywhere, there wasn't a single person on the planet who didn't know your name or face
And even when you were still alive You foolishly wanted your family to notice you, you became an idol out of spite.
You thought if you became famous they would be proud of you.
That he would be proud of you.
For as long as you can remember, you fought for your father's acceptance.
You wanted him to notice that you existed, to look at you with the same affection you looked at your other siblings.
But it never happened that way. You thought it was because you were weak.
Everyone else was so unique and talented.
And you were just (name). The only thing that stood out about you was the fact that you had the last name 'Wayne'.
But then you were a nobody.
But on stage, you could forget all your worries. You could feel that people loved you.
They praised you, loved you, and supported you.
Even though you knew it was fake, it was all always fake.
They only loved the perfect (name), the one who never made mistakes and was always smiling.
You should be perfect. Your job as an idol was to give the fans what they wanted.
Your feelings didn't matter; you had to give people what they wanted, even if it killed you.
You knew all the admiration was only superficial, but it still felt so good.
For the first time, you felt loved, even if it was fake.
You made bad decisions throughout your life, from personal to romantic.
You ended up pregnant after sleeping with a stranger. You thought you'd finally found the love of your life.
But all he did was use your body for pleasure.
And even though you knew he never loved you and only used you, you knew there was a little bit of love in it.
Or so you wanted to think, so you wouldn't feel stupid.
But being an idol and being pregnant wasn't easy.
Your agency decided to hide everything. It would be terrible if one of their idols was pregnant.
It would ruin your entire reputation.
They couldn't allow that. One of they best idols was hated.
You wanted to call Bruce, tell him everything that happened.
But you were too cowardly.
What if he was disappointed?
Maybe he'd think you called him to take advantage of him.
Maybe he'd tell you you were an idiot for the things you did; you were too young.
You knew it was a risky decision, but you decided to keep the baby.
Although apparently it wasn't a baby, but twins.
You were happy because you felt that after so much time, you wouldn't be alone anymore.
You would be able to start a family; that was what you always wanted.
Months later, your babies were born. You had never felt so happy in your life.
That day, you swore you would protect them with your life.
For the first time, you experienced what love was, and this time, it wasn't fake.
You're so cute, Aqua!"
You said laughing, squeezing one of he chubby cheeks.
You decided to retire from show business for a while; you wanted to dedicate all your time to your children.
You didn't want them to feel the same way you did.
You would be a better version of them.
"Oh!" You felt a small push on your arm and could see Ruby looking at you with those eyes of hers. They were so similar, yet so different from you. "You're very pretty too, Ruby. The cutest girl in the world!"
You hugged them both with all your strength. Everything you'd ever dreamed of was now yours.
For the first time in your life, you allowed yourself to feel loved.
This love wasn't fake; it was real.
Here, you didn't need to lie or pretend.
The doorbell rang, snapping you out of your thoughts.
"Uh? I don't remember ordering anything..."
You said, getting up from the couch.
You left Aqua and Ruby in the living room as you headed for the door.
But Aqua was too stubborn and decided to follow you. he felt something wasn't right.
You opened the door and found a strange man standing there, but you were surprised when you saw the flowers he was carrying. Perhaps it was a gift from your manager.
It wasn't uncommon for someone from your company to send you gifts to let them know you were okay.
But you could barely react when you felt something sharp enter your abdomen.
"M-Mom..."
Was all he could say when he saw the whole The blood in the hallway and the man with the knife in his hand
Apparently, one of your fans had found out you had children, that you had a family
And he couldn't stand that his 'innocent and tender' (name) had some kind of boyfriend or husband
So he decided to kill you as revenge
The man ran out of your apartment; you barely had the strength to close the door, and your body collapsed right there
Aqua ran to hug you even though he knew your blood was staining his body
You could only hug him tighter as you tried to reach the phone on the wall
Aqua saw you dial a number and how the brightness of your eyes grew dimmer when the voicemail rang
It seemed like not even in the midst of death could you count on your family
"Dad...?" You said, barely trying not to choke on your own blood. "I know you probably d-don't want to talk to me... and I understand, but..."
You could feel Aqua squeezing you tighter, trying to keep your blood from spilling out. You could see Ruby from the other side of the glass.
Her look of terror hurt you. It hurt to see how scared she looked.
And you understood. No child should see their mother die.
You barely gave her a weak smile. You wanted to go over and hug her, but your body could barely hold the phone.
"Please... take care of Aqua and Ruby. They're all I have." A long silence fell over the room, and only small sobs could be heard in the hallway. For the first time in your life, you were afraid of dying. "Dad... I'm scared... please take care of them."
Your voice grew fainter and fainter, the brightness in your eyes dimmed, and tears streamed down your face.
A small "I love you" was heard, but Aqua couldn't tell if you were saying it to him, Ruby, or the man you were talking to.
The phone fell to the floor, and Aqua could feel the soft beat of your heart stop.
Your body felt as cold as snow.
He see his mother die before his eyes, and he couldn't do anything.
That day, Aqua promised himself he would kill the man who did this to you.
And maybe he would seek revenge. Your own father didn't answer your call when you asked for help. What kind of family was that?!
The message was sent, and the only noise left in the room was Aqua's frantic breathing and Ruby's crying from the other side of the glass.
Bruce could only repeat the voicemail over and over again. All he had left of you was your voice pleading for help.
He was supposed to be Batman, a hero.
But he wasn't even able to save his own daughter. Maybe if he answered that call, you'd still be alive.
He thought if he pushed you away, you wouldn't have to suffer anything. Being a vigilante wasn't easy, and he thought if he kept you away from him, he wouldn't have to put you in danger.
But even so, now you were dead.
When you mentioned Aqua and Ruby, he didn't know what you meant, but when he found out you were pregnant and had children, he felt worse.
You were pregnant and you never told him!? It sounded so hypocritical, and he knew it, but he couldn't stand that you decided to hide something as important as that.
Why didn't you ever call him? Even though I knew he didn't call you, it was for a good reason.
He wanted to keep you away from any danger, and he was too cowardly to call you.
After so many years, what could I say to you?
He ignored you your whole life. Would you let him back into your life?
Would you still consider him family after all this time?
He was a coward, and he knew it.
He wanted to have you back in his arms and make up for lost time.
But now you were just a memory, a blurry memory because he couldn't even remember the sound of your laughter or your gaze.
Your voice was the only true sound of you he could remember now.
But he swore he'd make the guy who did this to you pay. Maybe this time he'd let go of the no-kill rule.
Meanwhile, the sound of the television in the living room filled the room.
There was no sound, just the reporter's voice as she said you'd been found dead in your apartment.
Your face appeared on the screen; no one could believe you were dead.
In everyone's head, they had different ways to make the man who did this suffer and torture him.
They knew it was hypocritical to worry about you now, but they loved you!
In their own way...
But there was still a little bit of affection for you.
Damian thought about using the Lazarus Pit to revive you. He knew the consequences, but he couldn't allow his older sister to be dead.
You were supposed to stay alive!
He and you are Wayne by blood, you can't die!
You can't leave him alone. You were so stupid to leave the mansion and become an idol.
But it's okay. He'll find the signature to revive you, and this time he won't let you go.
Jason thought about crushing that man's skull with his bare hands. He wasn't the best brother to you, and he knows it.
You used to get along, before the Joker killed him and then he was revived.
At that moment, he was filled with rage and felt like everyone had betrayed him.
And he pushed you away, thinking it was for the best.
He was afraid of breaking you. He had broken many things in his life, and you were the only thing he hadn't broken.
So he pushed you away out of fear and rejection, and right now, he regrets it so much.
He'll avenge his sister and kill anyone who dares to say anything about you.
Dick couldn't even process it. He was the older brother who held the family together.
But it was always very different. with you, ignoring your needs or forgetting you.
It wasn't on purpose! He swears.
He was just too caught up in his responsibilities that he put you aside.
He wanted to pretend it didn't affect him so much, but inside, he was devastated.
But he was going to make amends for his mistakes, but first, he had to take care of the bitch who dared to touch you.
Tim barely found out you died; his whole world fell apart. He wasn't even prepared for that.
Your death?
This couldn't be possible. How? When?
He had a plan for everything, but this?
This was simply out of his hands.
But he pushed himself and began to investigate more than any other detective. Your killer was good at hiding, but he was much smarter.
It wouldn't surprise anyone that he was the first to discover the culprit.
He liked psychological torture more than physical torture, so he knew he could have fun with it as soon as he got his hands on it.
They were a bad family, but they got better!
It wasn't easy for Aqua and Ruby to adapt to their new family either.
For them, Aqua and Ruby were the only thing closest to you.
They were so similar to you.
Although Ruby accepted the overprotectiveness and affection, Aqua denied it.
He knew their intentions, Aqua still hated them for all the harm they caused.
He was going to get revenge on the man who did this to you and on your family.
They didn't deserve you; they're all hypocrites and manipulators.
Aqua knew your whole family was crazy.
I just hoped they weren't crazy enough to revive you.
They would never do that, right?
Right...?
After a long time, I decided to post something again.
Artist's block was the worst thing that could have happened to me.
I don't know if I'll do a second part; I'm too lazy to do any kind of series. So, it's an open ending
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Platonic Daddy! Yandere! Wilson Fisk x Little! Willing! Reader x Reluctant! Platonic Mommy! Vanessa Fisk
This was messily written. I wrote as it came to me. I will edit this.
Warnings: Kidnapping, Gun Violence, Violence, Human Trafficking, Yandere Behavior, Forced Relationships, Forced Breastfeeding.
KingPin (DareDevil series/comics) inspired.
Summary: You started working in a shady restaurant and met a scary regular. Somehow you ended up kidnapped and with a new set of "parents"
You were just a waiter at a restaurant, nobody really. All you did was wait tables all day at some restaurant that never had a full house since you've worked there. One man was a regular, he would come in four times a week for dinner. He wasn't the only regular, but he was the most memorable regular. With his enormous height, heavyset body, complete bald head, stark white suit, and bright blue eyes, he was utterly noticeable.
The only other waiter, the first time he came, was intimidated by his physique so you had to be the one to take his order. The man looked so tired, as if he just woken up, and it compelled you to give him a cup of coffee on the house. He ordered two different plates and a fountain drink, of which he had three refills. You waited on him like any other person, cracked a few jokes, and wished him a good day. Before he left, his plates and cup empty, he personally gave you a tip and thanked you for the coffee. The tip was a fifty dollar bill.
It wasn't completely unknown to you that more unsavory people would come into the restaurant. Ranging from small-time thugs to ring leaders of criminal organizations. It was a blessing and a curse for the restaurant and its employees. Everyone actually paid for their meals, some would leave big tips like the man, and it kept the business going. There would be times someone would get too much and create a ruckus, once there was a shoot out once, which you thankfully didn't witness. Because of the danger you were able to easily get a job, a job you desperately needed.
Ever since you graduated, you haven't been able to land a job due to inexperience. As the years went by you were desperate to find a way to no longer be a burden on your family. So you decided to walk around the more dangerous parts of the city and found a help wanted sign in the window. Your coworkers were great, the chefs were friendly enough, and your boss, the owner, gave you a decent wage. It was truly a blessing even if the environment was dangerous.
It had been six months of working, two months of knowing your memorable regular ("Call me Wilson."), when you witnessed your first shooting. A customer was complaining about their food, a street thug, and gave your coworker a hard time. Your regular, the large man, was just about to tell you his order when a shot rang out. The thug had just shot your coworker, your friend, and your fight or flight response came in. You were in fight mode.
Grabbing the first empty chair in arms reach, you slammed the chair on the back of the fleeing thug's head. They went down hard, dropping their gun, and cursing you. Their two friends got out their own guns and pointed at you, before they could shoot, a large shadow towered over you.
"Now, that's no way to treat a lovely lady." Wilson, your regular, said in a gravelly voice. The others paled and lowered their guns.
"Lovely lady my ass, she busted my skull open." The thug on the ground shouted, still turning around holding his head. "I'm gonna fucking kill the bitch." As he turned around and saw Wilson, he also paled. "Mr. Fisk, sir, I didn't see you there." He stammered.
Your friend groaned, holding their side, you dropped the chair and went to their side. It looked like they were shot in the leg, you took off your apron and put pressure on the wound.
"Look, I didn't know you came to this joint." The thug continued to stammer. Ambulance and police sirens could be heard outside. "Listen, I'll never come back to this place, I promise."
"That's a promise you can keep behind bars." You heard the guy scramble, a loud wet crunch, and a scream. You looked up to see Wilson stepping the thug's hand, that was reaching for his gun. His friends ran out in a panic, the police came in to take the thug and question everyone. Your friend was taken to the hospital.
When your family heard what happened, they begged you to quit, find another job. You compromised with them, sending your resume to different job openings, only quitting when somewhere else hires you. Wilson still stayed a regular, still giving you large tips, and your coworker came back a month later. Everything went back to normal, but you never received a call back from the places you applied.
When it was your anniversary of working at the restaurant, your coworkers set up a small party after closing. It was dark when everyone started to go home. As you approached your car someone behind you covered your face with a cloth and your world went dark.
Voices shouted around you as you woke up.
"I'm just saying this is a bad idea."
"Please, that Chinese bitch asked for girls, she didn't say from where."
"But, the Kingpin's rules."
"I don't give a shit about his rules. He broke my fucking hand and almost sent me to prison. All over some fat bitch in a shitty joint."
You noticed you were tied up and your mouth was taped shut. You were in the back of a van with two other girls in the same position. One girl started to panic and screamed behind her closed mouth.
"Shut them the fuck up." You look up and notice the thug that shot your coworker and his friends.
The one sitting in the back took out a needle syringe and injected the screaming girl with it. After a while the girl went limp.
"Shot them all up, we're almost there and I don't want any of them struggling." After a sharp pinch the world was no more.
The next time you woke up, you were naked and in a room with other girls. They were either naked like you, or wore plain lingerie that barely covered anything. After a while someone threw a bag filled with plain lingerie, and you noticed you, and other bigger girls, were the only one left without clothes. Later water bottles were thrown in, only enough for half of the girls. Some girls were selfish and hogged a whole bottle, others shared. What felt like a whole day, a few buffer men came in and took a few girls by force. The next day more men came in to take more girls. It kept repeating, after the fifth time you and the other bigger girls got lingerie. More girls were brought in.
After what felt like two weeks, you were nibbling on some stale bread when they took all the bigger girls. You were terrified, wondering what will happen to you. You and girls were lined up in front of a group of people, a girl squeezed your hand and you squeezed back. When you looked around, you were surprised to see Wilson in the group. He also seemed surprised when his eyes landed on you.
"As you can see Mr. Fisk, we in fact respect your wishes." An Asian man in front of an elderly woman said. She was sitting in a chair and said something in her native tongue. "I always make sure to leave your territory alone, never picking from your fields."
"Is that so?" Wilson said. He stepped forward and took out his hand. "Come here, y/n." He called out. You clutched onto the other girl. "It's all right, sweetheart, I'm here to take you home."
The old woman shouted. "I'm sorry, but I think you're mistaking the merchandise for someone else." The man then tried soothing the old woman in their native tongue.
You felt your eyes water at being called merchandise, you were a human, not a thing. Wilson called out your name again. You let go of the girl. He said he would take you home and you wanted to go home.
When you reached him, you threw your arms around his middle and cried into his chest. He patted your head and rubbed your back. "It's alright, it's alright. Now tell me, who brought you here?"
"The guy that shot my friend and his friends." You said between sobs.
"My poor little sunshine, you must have been so scared." He kissed the top of your hair. "Don't worry, everything will be alright now." He used his strength to leave you in his arms. You buried your face in his shoulder, clutching the front of his suit. "You broke our deal."
The woman shouted. "We had no idea she was one of yours. Whoever brought her to us is at fault." The man translated.
"Whoever brought her here was under your orders. " He started to walk away. "I expect compensation for the kidnapping of my daughter." There was a sharp inhale. Daughter, why did he call you his daughter?
He brought you to his limo and settled you in his lap, covering you with his jacket. "It's alright, princess. Once we get home you'll have a nice bath, a warm meal, and I'll tuck you in bed. Doesn't that sound nice?"
Your body felt numb, but nodded. Finally getting clean, real food, and a bed sounded like a dream. You pressed close to him to get warm.
When he carried you out of the limo, you didn't recognize your surroundings. He took you to what looked like a luxury apartment complex. Taking the elevator, he pressed the top floor button. It looked like his private condo took up the whole floor.
He finally sat you down in a chair in the bathroom. He filled the overly large tub with warm water and bubbles. When the tub was full you expected him to leave, but instead he started to take off the lingerie you wore. You shrieked and scooted away from him.
"It's alright, sweetie. I know you're scared, but you should let daddy take care of you." He said.
"I can wash myself." You stammered back.
"I know you're my big girl, but daddy hasn't seen you in days." He grabbed your arm, preventing you from moving away. Taking off the last bit of article that covered you, he picked you up and placed you in the tub. Grabbing a washcloth he started to scrub your body. You jumped at that.
"Please, I can wash myself." You cried.
"No, no," he shook his head, "I said I was going to take care of you. Daddy will make everything better and you'll get to see your friends tomorrow. Doesn't that sound fun?"
It scared you, having a large man handle you. You had no idea why he kept calling himself "daddy", or why he was insistent on treating you like a child. He was just a regular at the restaurant you work at. You decided to comply. If a man could easily carry someone like you around, who knows what else he could do.
When he finished giving you a bath he picked you up from the tub, wrapped in a large towel, and carried you to a bedroom. He placed you on a bed and dressed you in childish looking underwear and soft pajamas with your favorite childhood characters. Not only was it embarrassing, but it had you questioning why the man had such clothing in your exact size. He picked you back up and sat you at a dining table.
"You sit there while daddy gets you your favorite soup." When he left for the kitchen, you debated on whether or not to try to leave. You decided against it, you had no clue where you were and he did say you were going to see your friends tomorrow. Maybe he wasn't that bad of a man, maybe this was his strange way comforting you.
As promised, he came back with a bowl of your favorite soup and a juice box. Before you could grab the spoon yourself, he lifted the spoon to your face. "Open wide." He looked at you expectantly.
"I can feed myself." You stuttered, feeling your cheeks blush. You looked at the ground embarrassed at the situation even more.
He placed a hand on your chin, forcing you to look at him. Looking up, you felt smaller than you ever had, especially with his large stature. "Just let daddy spoil you, ok?" Once again, you wordlessly nodded, afraid of what might happen if you said no.
He fed you like a baby, wiping your face after each spoonful, and occasionally held up the juice box for you to drink from. When the bowl was completely empty, he picked you up again. "It's time for bed."
He took you to the same bedroom as before. You finally looked around and saw what looked like a child's bedroom. Your favorite color painted the walls, shelves filled with children's books, a desk covered in coloring books and crayons, a toy box, childish furniture, and a bed with sheets covered in your favorite childhood characters. It made you bewildered why the man had such a room in the first place.
As he tucked you in bed, he gave your forehead a kiss. "Sleep tight my little princess. Daddy has to take care of business, but if you need anything the nanny will be just outside, ok?"
"Ok." You said automatically.Nanny? So he's keeping a guard on you? There goes your ability to escape and go back home to your family.
Finally laying on a soft bed after days of barely sleeping on the floor, you eventually feel asleep. By morning Wilson was waking you up. He took you to the bathroom to do your business, without leaving, and gave you a brightly colored toothbrush. Today's saving grace was that he allowed you to walk, but held onto your hand. He still changed your clothes, putting on something that you would normally wear. You ate breakfast without help and he took you to work via a chauffeur.
Before you could jump out of the car, Wilson asked for a kiss. So close to freedom, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He finally let you go after he gave his own kiss and wished you a good day.
When you walked into the restaurant, you were ambushed by your coworkers once they saw you. Apparently Wilson told them he would bring you back, but they didn't believe it. The owner asked if you actually wanted to work today. You told them that you wanted to go home, since you hadn't seen your family yet. They took you home.
Your family was overwhelmed when they saw you, you all cried. They called the police to inform them you returned and they came to question you. You gave them the descriptions of the three men that took you and two people that were behind it. You didn't mention Wilson picking you up, only saying you managed to escape and run into someone who helped you.
After winding down, you had a celebratory lunch with your family for your safe return. No one went to work that day and held onto you tight. When it was a little past your working shift, a knock came from the door. When a knock came from the door, you were surprised to see Wilson at the door when a family member opened it. When he asked for you, your family was suspicious of him. You blurted out that he was the one that helped you, that made the family welcome him in open arms. They insisted he stay for dinner, to show their appreciation.
The women, and few of the men, were in the kitchen preparing traditional dishes for an army. Wilson sat with you on the couch, your family treated him like he was a part of the family. When he placed an arm over your shoulder, some of your family members gave a teasing glance. They were the ones insistenting you should have been married already. If only they knew he didn't see you as a lover, but as a daughter.
You couldn't help but cuddle into his side, enjoying the feeling of being small. You haven't felt small in years, you usually were the biggest person in the room. When dinner was ready, you began insisting that your favorite food was the best. You plated most of the food for Wilson, almost forgetting his strange nature from yesterday. When the day winded down, only your closest family members stayed over. Wilson left as well, you gave him a hug goodbye.
It took two days for you to return to work, you were grateful that you even still had a job. Wilson came in that day for lunch. When no one was looking, you gave him a kiss on the cheek. He seemed surprised by that. When he finished, he gave you your usual tip and a note that asked you to come home with him during the weekend.
You felt nervous and questioned your sanity for actually going to his place. He babies you the whole weekend, treating you like a toddler. You enjoyed cuddling with him on the couch while watching children's movies and shows, when he fed you, when he changed you, when he carried you around, and when he would call you nicknames. Your "nanny" was someone called Hildy, a no nonsense woman that treated you like a child without asking questions. It made you feel carefree, like you had nothing to worry about for about two and a half days.
It was a routine for about a year, your family thought you were dating, your coworkers never questioned Wilson's behavior towards you. You never once imagined that you would be in the situation you found yourself in. One morning, when Wilson left for "business," you groggily got out of bed to ask Hildy for a glass of water. A woman was in the living room with her, demanding where Wilson was. When she looked at you, with your bed hair, she assumed you were sleeping with him. You made a face at that. "Gross, he's my daddy." You told her. Later you were properly introduced to Vanessa.
Vanessa did not accept the type of relationship you had with her boyfriend. Well, not at first. After your third week, she saw everything that Wilson did with you. She was still hesitant, but you guess Wilson told her something because she started to join him for lunch at your workplace. You treated them like normal customers and she seemed nervous the whole time. The next weekend, Wilson had her feed you and read you a bedtime story. The next week he had her change your clothes and cuddle you while watching tv. Then it escalated to her bathing you. She tried to touch you in a sexual manner while bathing you, you screeched and cried like a child. Wilson was angry at her and kicked her out. You didn't see her for two weeks.
The next time you saw her, she apologized and promised to never do that again, you were weary of her. You clung to Wilson whenever she was around, hiding behind him, hiding behind daddy. He kept you safe. But he wanted Vanessa to be your mommy. When it seemed like you weren't getting used to her, something happened.
When you entered the condo after being picked up from work, you noticed Vanessa waiting on the couch. She was wearing a loose button up, and gestured you to her lap. Daddy didn't let you hide behind him, he picked you up and sat you on her lap. You started to cry, wondering what was happening. "She's just being fussy, aren't you princess?" Daddy cooed. "Our poor baby must be hungry. Don't you think so, honey?"
"Yes." Vanessa stammered.
"Well, aren't you going to feed her?" Vanessa started to clumsy unbutton her shirt. You wanted to panic, to pull away from her, but daddy kept you in place. Vanessa exposed one of her breasts.
"Here, eat." She tried to push her breast into your force. Daddy stopped her and scowled.
"Don't force it, let her latch naturally." He patted your head and adjusted you so your head was next to her breast. "Come on sweetheart, aren't you hungry?" He encouraged. "Has daddy ever let you astray?" No, daddy has never let anything, or anyone, hurt you.
Shyly, you latched onto her nipple, she gasped and daddy praised you. As you sucked, you tasted something sweet and warm. You sucked harder and more of the sweet nectar came rushing into your mouth. Vanessa was lactating! "That's a good girl, eating without a fuss." Daddy praised. "And mommy is being so good at feeding our precious baby."
You could hear Vanessa cry, but you didn't let it bother you. You were hungry and she was feeding you yummy milk. When her breast was empty, you whined for more. Daddy took out her other breast since Vanessa was still crying. You drank until you sucked her dry. Happily humming with a full stomach, you nuzzled into your new mommy. She gave you nice warm milk and daddy said she was mommy. Your weekends now included drinking milk from mommy, who cried from happiness at being able to feed her baby.
I find this oddly sweet.
hi, can I request a plus size reader who keeps running away from könig bc she thinks she's undesirable but the chase just makes könig get turned on ever more? and he finally dominate her, breeding her full and a lil dub con would be nice.
sorry if's too much and sorry the English, it's my 2nd language. btw big ass fan of your writing :(
plus size!reader who thinks sheâs undesirable despite the affection her big boyfriend showers her in :(( nowt wrong with your english, pet. and iâm a big arse fan of you đ«”đ» :3
mdni. slight dub-con, cat and mouse pursuit, obsessive/yandere themes, in public, no foreplay :(, praise, sappy and sloppy, dom x sub, shy!reader, down-bad könig, very big-dicked könig :((, belly bulge, breeding kink, creampie !! not proofread </3
creds to the original creator of this image, whoever ya are ((:
youâre not sure how long youâve been walking aimlessly, lost in thought. you just donât feel good enough for him. heâs so beautiful â perfect in every aspect of whatever âperfectâ equates to. youâd bagged the austrian war machine somehow, at some point. heâd approached you in a club, noticing you alone and nursing the same drink since youâd arrived, stirring the liquor with an olive-speared cocktail stick. the rest is history.
but you just canât wrap your head around the fact that heâs yours. youâre in love the fact that youâre his. but why is he so content with you? he should be with a woman of athletic stature, like him. right? youâve asked him before, and every time he tells you, âyou think too much, schatz. i love you the way you are. i do not care for shape or size.â
and könig would remind you that heâs no arnold schwarzenegger or apollo creed himself. he has thick, meaty thighs and bulky shoulders â almost too wide for his body. he has firm fat on his pectorals that jiggle when he walks, like yours. his stomach folds when he sits down and bends over, quite chubby in the lower region where his pubic bone extends. his biceps arenât defined or ripped, but more beefy with a little squidge if you pinch them.
and he doesnât give a flying fuck. in fact, heâll care when fucks can fly. he doesnât understand why youâre so conscious of your appearance. könig worships your body. heâll touch you whenever the opportunity strikes, hands cupping, massaging, rubbing, stroking, resting as soon as the chance presents itself. but you just canât accept that his admirations and reassurances are genuine. heâs too good for you. he should be with someone who is confident and self-assured. someone whoâs willing to give themselves to him sexually.
itâs your own low opinion of yourself thatâs holding back the intimate domains of your relationship; in the sense that youâve not had sex yet. again, könig doesnât care. heâll wait for you. heâll wait until fucks fly (preferably the fuck you give about your weight), but he understands itâs a deep and meaningful forte.
and great, now you donât know where you are. you stop in your tracks, glancing around at your surroundings. youâre losing light as the setting sun kisses the horizon, the silhouette of distant trees skimming the pinkish clouds. you pull your phone from your pocket â heâs been blowing it up. fifty messages at least. you could backtrack, you guess. but then youâd have to face him. youâve done this before, left your shared home. he finds you every time, but heâs never mad. only ever concerned and self-deprecating, rambling that he should be better.
so you keep walking, fingers kneading at your tummy as you do. your lower belly moves independently from your physique with the low incline of your stride â but only slightly. no one else would notice, not that theyâd be looking. but you always notice, and it makes you feel like you matter a little less. youâre walking away from the one person who makes you feel like you belong. who lets you know that you have every right to feel comfortable in your own skin. but he shouldnât have to, because he should be with someone prettier. someone skinnier.
your phone rings then, a selfie of you and könig displaying as his caller id shows on the screen. you swallow, still wandering like a headless chicken towards the treeline up ahead. âhey.â you answer, twigs snapping beneath your feet once you reach the woods. âwhy are you doing this again, mein liebe?â his voice is soft and inquisitive. heâs so patient with you. âiâm sorry.â you sniffle, emotions finally getting to you. âi canât give you what you want.â
âand what is it i want that you think you canât give me?â he asks you, his signal slightly distorted. it sounds like heâs outside too, probably looking for you. you donât answer his question, holding the phone to your ear as you walk in silence. leaves rustle beneath you, birds chirping above.
âyou look beautiful today, haser. that dress is new, ja?â
you stop dead, heart plummeting into your churning gut. you spin on the spot as you look around, eyes darting like a compass in a blizzard. âkönig?â your voice wavers, chest heaving as you scan every bush, every tree, every fallen trunk. âdid you follow me again?â now itâs your turn for the silent treatment. âkönig, where are you?â
ârun.â
and you swear you can already hear his footsteps thundering towards you when you flee, the call still connected as you sprint through shrubbery and branches. an evil chuckle echoes from his line and you whimper, nostrils flaring and cheeks burning as you hurry, weaving the obstacles of nature in your path. âthatâs right, little rabbit. donât let me catch you.â his sinister voice tells you â distorted. âletâs make a deal.â
you glance over your shoulder, almost tripping over as your legs carry you haphazardly through the brush. âif you escape, i promise not to come for you.â his voice proposes, but you swear you can hear it somewhere behind you. âbut if i catch you, youâll never leave me again. ja?â
you cry out, exhausted. doubling over, you brace yourself against the nearest tree, face glistening with a thin film of sweat. you hang up the phone, huffing out staggered breaths while you check the coast is clear. something snaps nearby, no doubt under the heel of a combat boot. you clasp a hand over your mouth and nose, steadying your breaths. the phone rings again and your heart drops when his face appears on your screen. a notification pops down, then.
pick up, herzchen.
you swipe it away and stub your thumb onto the red button, declining his call. leaning back, you allow your head to thud against the tree, windswept hair sticking to the rough bark like velcro. your heart rate skips when movement to your left alerts you of your uninvited company. heâs closer than youâd anticipated. your mobile vibrates yet again in your palm and your resolve crumbles. âleave me alone, please.â you plead with him, eyes flitting back and forth. he chuckles, darkly. a shiver rockets down your spine.
âyou look ravishing, my dear; panting against that tree like that. i can see your skin sweating through your new dress. are you trying to turn me on?â
your lips part to retort, but you feel a hot breath fan over your neck and you shriek, dropping your phone as you duck away and swivel on the balls of your feet. heâs standing behind the tree, tall and menacing. his blue eyes pierce into your wide ones, wild and feral. you hadnât heard him approach you. heâs frighteningly sneaky for his size.
âcaught you, little mouse.â
you start to back away, shaking your head ânoâ with your arms outstretched. but as quick as a hiccup heâs launching himself at you, pouncing on his prey as he tackles you to the forest floor. you squeal, the wind knocked out of you as he settles himself above you, parting your legs with his hand. âoh, schatz. you must stop running from me. iâll always find you.â
you sniffle, hands weakly attempting to push him off. âwhy? why do you keep coming back for me?â his mask shifts as he frowns, head tilting like a curious mutt. âyou are my liebling, nein? and also, finders keepers.â his hands caress the soft slope of your belly and the pudge of your sides, before sliding down to embrace the plump curves of your hips. âbut why me?â you ask again, attempting to squirm away from his touches.
âi believe there is somebody out there for everyone.â he tells you, lifting your dress up so he can reveal your clothed pussy to him. stretch marks decorate your lower belly and upper thighs, faint cellulite dimples peppering the loose flesh. the sight gives him a drastic erection, the rigid outline of his straining cock imprinting the front of his cargos. âand you are my somebody.â
you wiggle and writhe when his hands vacate yours to arrive at his belt, fumbling to unbuckle it. âkönig, anyone could see.â you whisper, raising your head to look around. he shushes you, gently pushing your head back down, before traipsing his finger down the divot of your cleavage, over the swell of your tummy, and between your legs. you suck in a shallow breath when he hooks the hem of your cotton panties, ripping them from you like itâs no biggie.
âno one comes out here. only silly girls who insist on running away, ja?â he confidently states, freeing his hard cock with a relieved sigh. your eyes bulge from their sockets, jaws literally dropping. heâs fucking huge, his cockhead sitting above his belly button when his length springs upright to slap his stomach. your pussy clenches at the thought of it being inside you, juices drooling down your arse crack of their one accord.
âlet me show you, mausebĂ€rchen⊠how much i love this body of yours.â he crawls over you, his sniper hood draping over your chin and neck when his face levels with yours. you can only gawk up at him wordlessly, dumbfounded. your heart thaws at his determination to make you feel valued and attractive. you muster a small smile, eyes starting to water when he humps the swollen tip of his dick through your slick folds.
the stretch alone of your pussy lips spreading for him stings, and you can only imagine the pain of whatâs to come when he finally enters you. âi will be gentle, haser.â he assures, as if reading your mind. âbut i am big, so it will be⊠uncomfortable, no matter what.â you nod, eyes unable to part ways with his.
soon, heâs lubricated himself in your wetness enough to contemplate pushing in, cockhead resting heavily at your entrance. he tucks his face into your neck when he begins to roll his hips forward and you wince, squeezing your eyes shut as your fingers curl into the dirt beneath you. könig bends your legs, granting himself an easier angle to work with as he manouvers himself into you, his belly sandwiching against yours. you whimper, tears spurting with the dull ache of your cunt widening dramatically to take him.
âyouâre doing so well, meine liebling. just a little more.â he praises you, hips still rocking gently as he tries to fit his impressive length between your tight walls. heâs slotted halfway into you so far, and he knows youâre struggling to adjust. ânever mind.â he decides, propping himself on one arm so he can wipe the tears from your flushed cheeks. âi will not go any deeper.â
you frown, feeling guilty. âa-are you sure?â you peer between you, seeing a good portion of his cock still exposed. âja, schatz. if you can only take my tip, thatâs all you will get.â he practically demands as he commences soft strokes, thrusting his cockhead through your velvety cunt slowly and thoughtfully. you gasp, hands flying to cling onto his back, the muscles beneath his skin twitching and rippling with his efforts.
it takes ever fibre of self-control for könig to not ram his entire cock into your soaked cunny, having to bite his lip until he tastes blood to refrain from snapping his hips all the way. âgott, youâre so tight. so beautiful.â he drawls, hands planting on either side of your head, the lewd sounds of heavy breathing and broken moans filling the clearing. your pussy squelches around him, gradually sucking a little more of his length with each careful drag of his cock.
his gaze is fixated on your stomach, a few rolls present thanks to way he has you positioned. he can see the bump of his cockhead bulging below the flesh as he starts to sink deeper, a raw heat stirring in his balls. âperfect body for a mother.â he mindlessly tells you, and you swear you can see drool soaking through his mask. âlet me make you one. let me fill you with my child, ja?â
you mewl, nails scratching at his back through the fabric of his compression shirt. âoh god, whatever you want.â you moan, face contorted with pleasure. âshit- ah!â
he grunts, retaining a deliberate and dexterous pace within you as he concentrates on giving your body the treatment it deserves. âi will breed you, liebe. iâll breed you so full.â he blurts deliriously, drowned out by your cock-drunk whines. he chases the ambition with admirable determination, grunts and even whimpers falling from his mouth as he breeds your pussy â slurping around him.
before long you start to tremble, a white bliss bubbling in your loins as your uterus contracts. könig curses, sweat dampening his hood as his tempo starts to stutter and jitter. you wrap your limbs around him like a cub, face nuzzling in his chest to muffle your cries when you finally succumb to the rapture, milking him dry as he hits the same high in tandem with you.
he continues rocking into you, knees surely bruised and his trousers definitely mud-stained as he stays bent over your frame, mumbling drowsily about planting his baby in your pretty stomach. he doesnât stop until heâs certain you couldnât be any more full up.
I can so see a war being started by their followers. Or them having a whole temple of worshipers that follows them.
if you guys are interested, send in an ask or comment!
will anybody be willing to hear out neglected child reader who was another one of zeus's bastard children. you're out there chasing for your stepmother (hera's attention), whilst zeus just lets you run around without his care, clearly too wrapped up in his affairs. your other siblings aren't as good to you, too, thinking another half-deity isn't worth their timeâ
so you'd give up, pretty much choosing to bestow the mortal world with your presence instead; because if you can't be loved by your own family, then let yourself be worshipped by passionate mortals instead.
how about romancing telemachus? what if you both learn what it's like navigating through his godly favor with athena, and you with your own powers? what if you have odysseus and penelope be the actual parent-figures you always wanted? their overprotectiveness skyrockets every time you propose to being elsewhere in ithaca, to the point you forget that it's you who has the godly powers to oppose, but how could you when a darker side of them appears every time you allow yourself to be disrespected within their palace?
how about in another place? what are you to many of the great warriors, if not for a forgotten, yet mysterious and whimsical deity? why is your name muttered in all the regions? surely, with just how much you deny your god-like origins, but still manage to capture the hearts of hundreds of suitors, you'd gain quite the infamous name despite your closed-off attitude.
imagine enough attention was garnered on your presence, that that's what was needed for them to finally notice you? but you're not quite the same child who used to pull on their robes, or look at them as brightly as the sunâ no, now you deny them of any of your love. your mother, hera, finally sees you and urges you to return to olympus away from the prying eyes of many suitors and back into the domain of safety. she calls you her baby, fuzzing over you even when you openly and spitefully try to rip her hands away from fixing your 'messy' robes. zeus isn't any better, now he calls you sweet names and pretend like he hadn't actively bashed on you for your weakness back when you were begging on his throne for just a sliver of attention? he wants you to sit in between his throne and hera's? you're significantly smaller than him, he's gigantic in nature, and it doesn't help that he treats you like you could be easily squashed by him (which is every damn right possible, and it's intimidating and makes you want to cry).
and there's the issue with the others, too. so many of them used to deny you in favor of focusing on their own domains. now apollo wants to carry you off in one of his chariots to ride off the skies with him while he plays his lyre to you? artemis wants to teach you the way of the hunt under the dark, gloomy skies you used to wish under for a moment of their time? aphrodite used to spitefully shut you out of her own doors, but now she invites you in her room to gossip and play pretend while she coos and braids your hair?
and all the other gods, now wanting to take you away from the underserving - as they say it - mortal realm? that the people who built sculptures of you, who held you more lovingly more than those you grew up with, aren't worthy of your divine presence?
what a joy to be a being looming between the lines of mortal and divine, right?
a/n: this concept is better off and more coherent in my head i swear. now i don't often diverge from my main fandom, but the similarities between this and the yan! batfam is quite hilarious to me that ngl i want to make a crossover of it. and yes, this is me coping with the stress of having to deal with the sudden influx of hate in the yan! dc community, so i'm taking a short break from it to focus on this.