New City, New Life

Thinking about the older creeps on here and on reddit asking me all sorts of gross things and getting off to it makes me sooo wet

I want to get into writing but im so embarrassed at my lack of skill😭 i tend to ramble so bad its crazy

Socially isolated boss who steals your dna and makes a digital copy of you for his own pleasure.

Your a hard working girl who just got hired at her new job at a gaming company, good hours, high pay. What more could you ask for? You find yourself adapting nicely, making friends, excelling at your position. The only problem is... your boss. Hes just always lurking. Always finding ways to interject awkwardly into conversations. Its hard not feel bad for the guy, hes rich but i guess money cant buy friends.

You try to make him feel welcome, like he can trust you, but god does he make it hard. The other day you were having a civil conversation, something about new softwares, not too personal. You look down and see his hard on?? Who gets hard talkimg about fucking computers?? Not even that hes just so condescending when you do get a bit personal. Making jokes about how you should be at home instead of a job like this or how you should work on your appearance for work. Its all just so weird.

But anyway, after finishing this long day of work you cant finish your sandwich and coffee and end up throwing it away in the small trash can on your desk, the custodian will deal with it. You clock out and say goodbye to your boss who seemed like he wasnt even working just lingering.

Little did you know, that the second you walked out that door he went straight to your trashcan, finding what he seemed to think was basically gold.

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You open your eyes to a room??? This isnt your room. You dont know where you are and you certainly dont know why your wearing a pj set that isnt yours.

You get up, scared but also assessing the situation, your not hurt and you can move just fine. You tip toe out of the bedroom to the rest of the house and its.. gorgeous?? Like everything you would ever want it to be. You take the time to realize the bedroom was just as beautiful and the questions in your mind keep multiplying by the minute.

Suddenly the lights start flickering slowly and turn on almost all by themselves, as if the house was "powering on". You realize that suddenly someone is opening a door. Scared you duck behind a corner as this voice calls your name. It sounds familiar, but also not?? You peek out and you see your boss? But much more handsome, as if he had gone through some minor surgeries and an overrall glow up.

"Oh thank god, i was worried there was a glitch or something". What? He's talking nonsense as your scared because youve been fucking kidnapped. "Where am i, why did you bring me here" honestly very obvious questions on your part, but your scared and whos to blame you? He doesn't answer and just stares. Theres something insidious about the way he looks at you, something almost terrifyingly loving.

"Goodness, did you not read the note??" He pauses almost trying to properly align his words. "You... your not real". You scoff and almost giggle. Because what is this lunatic even talking about? Bitch of course im fucking real, but before you can reply he continues. "I took your dna. Your not actually here this is a digital copy of you.. and my god im so glad it worked this perfectly " i mean he must be absolutely insane.? Thats not possible and it cant be true you have all your memories, your emotions, your values, everything that makes you.. you.

Hes said enough. You make a mad dash for the front door, almost tripping down the stairs. It opens, relieved you run out the front porch only to be stopped? The second you reach the end point of the front yard.. its like.. a digital screen?? No. This cannot be real, this is a prank or a dream! Yes its just a crazy dream and your gonna wake up soon.

You blink and your infront of your boss again. No. This isnt happening to you, your too smart, too cautious, too-

"Its okay, you'll adjust. There's nowhere for you to go anyway"

And there isnt. Youve tried and tried, only to end up back in his arms. Your real self clueless of the hell happening to you

Guys this is the first time i try to write any type of imagine please be nice😣 also pls leave constructive criticism id love to know your thoughts and opinions!!

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it’s their day ‼️

Just thinking about mindlessly being stroked and played with as we are talking. Using my body as a fidget toy.

Yapping non stop about something I seem really passionate about so of course that's when you decide to casually slip a hand down my pants.

"What next? Did I tell you to stop?"

Trying to keep my composure, thoughts constantly getting derailed and interrupted. With a desperate breath or biting of my lip.

"Come on, I'm listening. Don't you want me to hear your story?"

Taking this as an opportunity to find how many times you can interrupt me. Mindlessly edge me despite my pleas to cum. No baby, I just wanted to play with something in my hands. My story turning into more moans and whimpers than actual words but not stopping until I finish. Continuing when I finally utter my last word turning into fully desperate whines. But you're loving it, watching me twitch and squirm from the prolonged stimulation, you're not even stroking me anymore. I'm bucking my hips in desperation against your hand with my head resting on your shoulder, sounds of me being ruined right in your ears.

"You're such a needy little thing aren't you? Doing so well"

Yan! Wolfboy X Fem! Reader

CW: NSFW, Non-con, rough sex, needy, desperate sex, whimpering, cuminflation, somnophilia, breeding kink, loss of virginity, teratophilia, stalking

Part 2

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The sound of wet, rapid thrusts echoed in the room. It was needy and desperate— the need to breed sent him into a rut as he rammed his fat cock into your cum filled pussy. The sight of you under him, restrained and teary eyed was enough to make him hard over and over again, even after cumming inside you thrice already.

“Hnngh… mmm… ahhh~!” His whines fill the room, drunk from the tight warmth of your virgin cunt. He knew you’d make the best mate from the way he watched you from afar. You’re just so submissive and responsive to everything he does to you. Especially when you’re half asleep. And you saved yourself for him too! He wanted to take it slow and ease you into it, but as soon as he delved his cock into your wet heat, he was a goner.

He let out a string of needy whimpers as he felt you tighten around him and release your lovely essence on this throbbing cock. The scent of your juices mixed together sent him into a rutting frenzy, pounding you from behind, from the side— but his absolute favorite was the mating press he had folded you into, allowing him to reach the deep crevices of your warm, sopping cunt.

“Mate… mine… nngh..” He was panting heavily, mouth open and tongue out. His thrusts were deep fast, bullying your cervix with the same fervor from the beginning of your encounter. And he has no intention of stopping. Not when you are still coherent. No, he needs to make sure you’re thoroughly bred. That you’re so full of his cum that it looks like you’re pregnant. That you can’t even think of anything other than his cock. “Must breed… hnnngh.. ahhh~!” He lets out a particularly long whine when he felt you squeeze his cock. Oh fuck, you were getting off on this.

He groans at the feeling. “My pretty mate… I’m gonna fill you up so good… gonna look so pretty with my pups~”

You let out a soft moan. Even in your dreamlike state, your body still responded to his. How lucky he is to have found you— and now, you’re his forever~

Isekaied as the Yandere Villain!? Pt 2

Part one

It was almost 2 minutes before I realized I was still dragging the crown prince behind me. I quickly dropped his hand and looked at him, not able to hide the embarrassment on my face. Listen- I’m committed to the bit. I WILL be the crazy jealous fiancé. But… I’m still human ok. I just dragged a full grown man down several halls and a flight of stairs while I spaced out thinking about how I’m gonna buy my cat premium wet food once I get back home to her.

It’s fine, I’m not flustered at spacing out about my cat, my characters just flustered because she’s been holding the hand of the man she’s obsessed with, that’s all!

“Well…. Did you still want to dine and take that walk?”

I expected him to scold me for my mistreatment of Cressida, grow irritated from me dragging him along like this. Instead, he chuckles and threads his arm in mine, and begins escorting me down the hall.

“Absolutely, have you dined outside by the roses yet? There’s this lovely pavilion that I am eager to hear your thoughts on.”

And that’s how I found myself under an impressive array of roses, all trained up and around a cozy dining area, creating a canopy of green and pink over an intimate tea table. The food was equally impressive, I had to keep reminding myself that the other me is used to this lavish lifestyle, to not gawk at the fancy tiny sandwiches and deserts.

“Well? Is everything to your liking? ”

I’m going off script here, how am I supposed to know how the villainess would react to a romantic scene like this?? If my “evil crazy” side isn’t supposed to be directed at him, and she’s usually kinda distant and unsure around him…. That means I should probably respond pretty curtly, polite, yet not really engaging. But…. I’ve already messed that up…. I guess I can be more genuine when it’s the two of us like this. He can think that this version of me is the facade, that I’m pretending to be pleasant, and then will start to see what a jerk “I” truly am when Cressida’s around. Besides…. I almost feel bad for the villainess. She really just seems like she was shy. Who knows- maybe, if given the opportunity, she really would have opened up more. It’s clear she loved the prince, and just didn’t know how to show it. So, with that thought, I made up my mind.

“It’s breathtaking! Roses are my favorite flower, and I’ve never seen so many kinds in bloom at once…. Plus the food and company leave little to be desired.”

There you go- slip in some subtle flirting! I’m not quite sure what time period this is supposed to be, but I get the impression flirting as bit more high class here, and I think I can have some fun with that.

“I’m glad, to be honest I was a bit flustered asking you to dine with me… you caught me quite off guard today, but in a good way.” He reaches his hand across the table and places it on my own, “I’d like to do this more often, you and I. I feel like the confines of our current arrangement have left us practically strangers, despite being engaged for several months already. I’m enjoying just being companionable with you, even if it’s just existing comfortably in the same room.”

Ohhhh, I know I’m the villain in this story but I can’t help but root for him- what a sweetheart! It’s so obvious he’s been lonely, I can’t wait for him and Cressida to fall in love and have a couple of kids that they’ll spoil rotten. And in the meantime…. Maybe I do have a bit of evil in me, because I’m going to selfishly enjoy this handsome man treating me to lunches under roses and reading in cozy libraries while I can.

“I know exactly how you feel your highness. Now, you mentioned a walk?”

We spent the afternoon laughing and chatting, and it felt nice to chat without worrying too much about my role. He asked me about that book I picked out earlier, and listened attentively as I caught him up with where I’m at in the plot. In turn, I asked about what papers he’s been signing, documents he’s been drafting, etc.

The only thing I had to do was send glares to any young ladies we passed, settling my hand on his arm possessively, and I saw their eyes widen and faces disappear behind fans as they whisper to one another. I can picture this illustrated in a manhwa- the nasty princess sinking her claws into the gullible prince… hopefully all these ladies will start gossiping and we can really cement this evil persona of mine now that Cressida’s here.

When we returned to our separate apartments, I explored my rooms a bit until servants came to get me ready for dinner, and I slipped back into the frigid bitch persona. The servant girls dressed me in a slightly stuffy gown, but I had to admit, I looked gorgeous. I sat stiff and straight as they did my hair, forcing myself to be the very picture of cold indifference. I then dismissively thanked them for their help, then sat there awkwardly as they stared at me like I was crazy.

Ohhhh shit…. The original story hadn’t prepared me for this. My character was a villain, yes, but a side character for the most part! How was she supposed to act towards her servants? I went over what I knew- the novel showed the villainess alone quite often, usually obsessing over Eric and plotting/stalking. It showed her with Eric, and how distant and awkward their relationship was when together. And then of course the numerous scenes with Cressida where the Villainess did all sorts of heinous things to the sweet girl. But… it never depicted her with servants, or even any friends or other nobles. Just… Eric and Cressida. Was other me not actually a bitch all the time? Am I being unnecessarily rude right now? Oh god I’m such an idiot.

The story is told through Cressida’s point of view- of course there’s more depth to my own character than I initially thought! The Villianess must be a misunderstood introvert! Unsure of how to act around her crush, she’s fiercely insecure and jealous of this new girl who doesn’t struggle the same way she does. When she notices the prince slipping from her grasp, she acts out against Cressida because she can’t bear to lose Eric!

As someone’s who’s worked minimum wage jobs and struggled with social anxiety most of my life, I try to be nice to the people just working to survive, but here I am acting like these poor women are the dirt beneath my shoe…. Ok. Um. Well they’re still standing there in shock, I can fix this….

“You really did a lovely job… my hair has never looked so gorgeous, you’re truly talented! And I think the prince will be very pleased with this choice of ribbon!”

There- I was nicer, and I brought it back to Eric, so I’m still the lovesick fiancé whose entire world is waiting for her in the dining room. I frowned as the servants scuttled out of the room with hurried excuses, all of them looking like they were about to faint. Damn it… I can’t believe I misread the relationship between us. I probably just ruined their night by being uncharacteristically rude. I’ve gotta learn their names next time…. Maybe ask them to help me eat some fancy pastries as an apology…?

I didn’t know it, but while I was lamenting how wrong I was about the Villainess’ character, the servants were all gossiping to the others about what had just transpired.

“You’re telling me she said THANK YOU!?”

“Yes!!! And then you should have seen how nervous she got! She just rambled, blurting out such a sweet compliment, and she even tied it back to the prince!”

“I had no idea how precious she was… I can’t believe I never realized she’s just shy! In a new place, all alone aside from her new fiancé…. Who I gather she’s got a bit of a crush on! Poor dear.”

“Ohh our sweet girl, I’m sure it must be hard bonding with the prince, when all you do is sit yards apart and hardly speak …”

“Well I may have some news about that… and it’s no wonder she was a bit flustered today, because I saw the two of them in the gardens today! They were both nothing but smiles- absolutely smitten with one another!”

“Such a lovely girl, and we never knew it all this time!”

Apparently, I had it backwards. The real villainess truly was a 2D, basic character. She was insecure and possessive over the prince, bullying Cressida half to remind her who Eric belonged to, half for the fun of it. But she didn’t let on to anyone about the true depth of her love for him. She didn’t gossip to her handmaid, didn’t ask the servants which dress he would like better. Simply acted as if they did not exist, hardly saying a word to them.

While I thought my blunt “thank you” was colder than they were used to, and then tried to smooth things over…. It was more words than they’d heard from me in the whole time I’d lived in the palace. They lapped it up and declared me their own shy little dove after that.

When I arrived to dinner, I realized why daily dinners weren’t exactly a bonding activity for the villainess and Eric. The table was massive, and only held two chairs, one at either end. It felt so…. Cold?

Eric had beat me there, and quickly stood up from his seat, waiting until I sat and a servant pushed in my chair to retake his own seat. He smiled at me and said,

“Good evening, princess.”

He had to project his voice slightly. It wasn’t like he was shouting or being loud, it was just the manner of speaking you use when talking to an elderly relative, clearer, and enunciating better so they could hear you.

I replied back, projecting my voice similarly, and found the conversation was, in fact, more awkward than it had been earlier. We ate our food mostly in silence, occasionally one of us would say something and the other would stop moving their utensils on their plate, listening closer as they ask,

“What’s that?”

By the time dinner was over and we each went to bed, I felt drained. I could have just been louder I suppose- but it’s so hard to keep up a conversation like that. I know we get along- we had chatted all afternoon after all. But some part of me realized it’s probably good to keep a bit of distance between us, even if I’ve rewritten things to be a bit chummier between the two of us. Cressida needs to swoop in and steal him from me… and my job is still to leave that room for her to do so.

It’s hard trying to be someone else, yet also making sure you lead the plot in the right direction- it’s exhausting! I feel like both director and actress!

It’s with this in mind that I launch myself into the softest bed I’d ever felt, and passed out. My first day as princess consort, the Yandere fiancé, complete.

While I was getting acquainted with my feather bed, Eric was speaking with the head waitstaff.

“Yes, tomorrow, would you mind adjusting the seating situation? I’d like for the princess consort and I to be closer together from now on. Yes, and ask my assistant to arrange my schedules like so, I’ve detailed it here. Thank you.”

At the same time, Cressida was recounting her run in with the prince and I to her handmaiden as she finishing unpacking and settling into her family’s guest apartments. Which, unbeknownst to me… was right across the hall.

Aaaa! You survived your first day! And look at you- doing suuuuch a good job staying true to character. Nothing could go wrong… right?

Tag list for the series;

@bitternsweet @tonightwrites @confused-they @lanxianschoenheit @poptrim @siriuslyobsessedwithfiction @one-really-annoying-tree-rat @anonymousdisco @forbidden-sunlight

Tag list closed! Stay tuned for part 3!