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Wildflower cradled you in her arms, resting your head against her breast. She let out a series of clicks and chirps, trying to softly sing you a lullaby.

You were her baby. And she loved her baby so much. She would do anything for you. Hunt for you, kill for you, die for you... and also be kind to you. She knew you were only a human, a traumatised one at that. You were soft and pliable, and yet you still exposed your precious belly to her while you slept. That meant everything to her.

She rested her crest against your forehead, beginning to sing a song she heard a human mother sing to her babies. "Hush, little baby, don't you cry..."

are they gone? okay. you are a knight and i am your childhood friend but the key point is we've been in love for years and years and years and every time you come back from a quest i'm there.

and every time, i wipe the blood from your face and bandage your wounds, and you catch my hand and press it harder over the cloth, and it hurts you but it feels good, too, because it's my hand that's doing it, and because of this quiet unspoken thing between us that will never be because of the oaths you've made to others.

and then one day an enemy of yours tracks me down and i am your one weakness, and you came back to the quiet village and i am not there, and the houses are burning, and you raze every inch of ground between us

but it's a trap (obviously it's a trap) and you are caught and i am there, and your enemy vows to destroy your world as you have destroyed his (and this is how i find out that you are not the good person i thought you were) (and how i find out that i don't care, i'll have you anyway, if we survive this thing)

and then while you are restrained your enemy hurts me just to see you scream, and i won't beg even though nothing has ever hurt this bad, and you are raging against your chains, with this look in your eye that's fear, not rage, because for all your vows i am the only thing you love.

and then you get free and you kill him and you toss his body aside like it doesn't even matter (because it doesn't, only i matter, i am the only thing in the world) and you undo my bindings with shaking hands and you say damn my oaths, i will slay a thousand kings if you ask it of me, and i smile finally with blood on my teeth and you kiss me

"Please don't struggle, my Darling. Please, your wrists."

so u agree to lay naked on an examination bench. she straps u down so ur unable to move, legs spread apart. she doesn’t know much about human sex, but she knows that ur “pleasure center” is between ur legs.

she wheels over a cart of different tools to poke and prod at u with. u grow excited at the possibilities in front of u, wetness already pooling between ur thighs.

she notices ur leaking “sexual essence” and curiosity flashes in her eyes. she lowers her face in front of ur dripping pussy and gives it a shy lick with her forked tongue, tasting ur arousal.

ur hips immediately buck at the contact as a soft whimper escapes ur lips. liking the way ur “arousal excitement” sounds, she gives ur pussy another flick of her tongue.

u absolutely love the way her forked tongue feels against ur clit, and she can tell. she begins flicking her tongue against it at a steady pace.

u wonder if it’s really her first time doing this as her tongue moves expertly, drawing out a string of moans. u want nothing more than to grab her head and bury her face in ur needy pussy, but the straps prevent u from doing so.

she picks up on ur “impassioned need“ though, and gets the hint. her tongue slowly dips inside u.

it’s so long and so wet. it reaches deeper in u than u thought possible, rubbing past ur g-spot and against ur cervix. u whine at the satisfying sensation.

when she starts thrusting the wet appendage in and out of u, u can barely contain urself. ur thighs shake as u enjoy the sensation of her fucking u with her serpentine tongue.

ur back arches the second she circles her tongue around ur cervix. it feels so odd and overwhelming in the best way possible. ur already on the edge when she does it again, ur orgasm hitting hard.

ur pussy clenches tightly around the elongated appendage and ur hands desperately grip at the table. u coat her tongue in ur juices as ur lower body convulses.

You work a part time job at a small pet supply store, tidying the products and cleaning the animal's cages.

Your manager Dahlia (or Dahl) is an irritable woman. She tends to be short with your coworkers and obtuse customers. However, she has never once yelled at you.

Dahl has an imposing frame. She stands just above 6' and has a true bodybuilder's figure; her muscles softened by a good layer of fat. Dahl is an older butch lesbian with dark eyes, short curly hair, and an elegant hooked nose.

Early in your employment at the pet shop, you'd been warned by your coworkers, in a light-hearted manner, to be careful of getting on Dahl's bad side.

In spite of this, Dahl treats you like a beloved lap dog. Your mistakes are never as severe as others, and she even takes the time to reassure you when you become upset at yourself.

Dahl holds obvious favoritism towards you. Praising you for simple tasks and calling you her good girl.

Dahl first became enamored with you in your first week. You'd coo and talk to the mice while changing their bedding, make sure to tell Dahl good morning/evening, and smile to yourself whenever a dog walked into the store.

The catalyst of her obsession was at the end of your first workweek; you'd brought her homemade cookies to thank her for the job.

Although this certainly wasn't her first experience with hospitality, something about you- you standing there with wide, hopeful eyes as you handed her that still warm container, nervously telling her how she seems like a good boss and how thankful you are.

She saw you as a delicate thing, someone she must protect and praise. She just couldn't find it in herself to be upset at you in the way she would be at your coworkers. If you made a mess it didn't matter. In Dahl's mind, you should be pampered and relaxing all day- anything more difficult than that was an accomplishment in her eyes, and she'd never blame you for falling short.

When you told Dahl that you were attracted to women as well, her heart swelled with hope. And thus her plan to whisk you away began.

You're just a sweet little thing, someone who needs a big strong butch to take care of you.

Every time you smiled at her, rushed to her aid, or asked for her help, she fantasized about swooping you into her arms and taking you home.

One windy day, when it was too dangerous for you to bike or walk home, she offered you a ride. As you sat in her passenger seat, calmly looking out the window, she stuck you quickly with a needle, causing you to pass out.

You wake up with your ankles tied down to her bed, her anxiously sitting at your side.

Dahl? Why is she here? And where are you? Why don't you remember going into this bed? You wipe the sleep from your eyes and go to sit up, only noticing the ropes when you feel their resistance against you.

Still groggy from the sedative, you whimper out in confusion and growing fear.

"Wha-where am I? Dahl, what's-what's this?"

You tug on the ropes for emphasis, looking up at her for help. She makes no move to untie you, instead dropping to her knees beside you and grabbing your hands.

Her expression- hopeful and scared- makes you scramble away.

"Da-Dahl? Did you - why aren't you untying these? Please tell me you didn't- Dahl-"

Tears fill your eyes as you frantically search her face.

Dahl stands up and pulls you into her arms, petting your hair and holding you tight.

"Shh .... shh ... It's alright, sweet girl. I know, I know, it's okay,"

Dahl pulls back, her hands framing your tear streaked face.

"I know it's sudden, sweetheart, I know. I'll take good care of you. I won't keep you trapped here, I promise. I just- I just need you here, alright?"

You sniffle, and decide, in the haze of overstimulation and stress, to nod.

Her face lights up. Dahl sits on the bed and pulls you into her lap, laying you against her muscular chest.

"Oh! Oh, I'm so glad! I was so scared, sweet girl. I'm sorry for doing it this way, but I'll make you happy, I promise."

Maybe, you think, this wouldn't be so awful. Dahl has always been kind to you, being cared for by her, being loved by her, must feel as nice as her kindness does.

You rest your cheek against her chest.

"You promise I won't be here forever? I can see my family and friends?"

Dahl's expression softens, she presses a kiss to your forehead before speaking.

"Of course, sweet girl. Oh, my sweet girl, you can do whatever you want as long as you're with me."

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Siren!Yandere x Fem!Reader

৻ꪆ The waves have always called to you. Not in the simple way they call to everyone who lives near the shore, children racing in and out, fishermen rising before dawn, but in a quieter, more insistent way. A pull you can’t quite explain.

You tell yourself it’s the salt in the air, the endless stretch of blue, the way the horizon swallows the sun each evening. You tell yourself it’s nothing more than longing for something bigger than the small town that hems you in.

But then you hear her.

At first, it’s nothing, just a hum in the crash of the tide, a note hidden beneath the gulls’ cries. You pause, ears straining, and it vanishes. Days later, you hear it again. Softer, but sweeter, threading through the waves. The sound makes your chest ache, makes your feet carry you closer to the rocks at dusk, where the ocean sprays cold mist across your skin.

And then, one night, you see her.

She perches on the black stone just beyond the surf, hair dripping like liquid midnight, eyes catching the fading light with an otherworldly gleam. Her lips part as she sings, low and soft, and the sound is enough to hollow you out.

“You came,” she whispers, voice carrying over the water as though distance means nothing.

You should leave. You know you should. The stories your grandmother told you, about voices in the sea, about people who never came back echo in your head. But your feet sink deeper into the wet sand instead of pulling away.

Her smile is too sharp. Too knowing. “I’ve been waiting.”

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The next night, you find yourself back at the same spot, though you swear you didn’t mean to. Your body betrays you, carrying you to the tide pools where she waits. She greets you with a laugh, a sound like bells muffled under water, and the closer you step, the quieter your doubts become.

“Why do you hide on the land?” she asks, tilting her head. Water clings to her skin like jewels. “You don’t belong there. Not when you hear me.”

You shiver. “Hear you?”

Her smile deepens. “Of course. You’ve heard me all along. That’s why you keep coming back.”

And you don’t deny it. You can’t. Because she’s right.

The nights blur together after that. You sneak down to the shore when no one will notice. She’s always there, waiting, the sea curling around her like it worships her. She asks you questions no one else asks—about the secrets you keep, about what you dream of when you’re awake, about the things you’d never say aloud.

Sometimes she hums and the world tilts. You feel weightless, drifting. You’d walk into the sea without hesitation if she asked you to in that moment. And sometimes, you think you already have.

Her touches grow bolder. A wet hand brushing your cheek. Fingers tracing your wrist where your pulse hammers. Nails sharp enough to draw a bead of blood, which she licks away with a smile that makes your stomach twist.

“You’re mine,” she murmurs one night, the words brushing your skin as she leans close from her perch. “The land doesn’t deserve you.”

Her eyes glint like the depths of the ocean. Dark. Endless. Dangerous.

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One evening, when the sky is painted in bruises and fire, she asks you to step closer. “The water won’t hurt you,” she promises, voice like honey over broken glass. “It will hold you. Like I will.”

You hesitate on the shoreline, skirts damp, heart in your throat. But the moment you meet her gaze, you feel the choice slip from your hands. It isn’t yours anymore. Maybe it never was.

You step into the waves.

The cold steals your breath, but her arms are there instantly, pulling you close, pressing you against her chest. Her song hums low against your ear, dizzying, intoxicating.

“There,” she soothes, claws trailing lightly down your back. “Doesn’t it feel better? The land never wanted you. But the sea… the sea and I always did.”

Your lungs burn, but her hold is unbreakable. Her lips brush against your temple, your jaw, the corner of your mouth possessive, claiming.

“You’ll stay with me,” she whispers, and her smile is sharp enough to cut. “Forever.”

The tide swallows the rest of the world. All you hear is her voice.

(normally Nora calls you her reason for living but this time it's puppy and doggy, might be a bit jarring cause normally that's Eliza's thing but if Nora's reason for living wants to be a puppy then she's gonna call them a puppy. A bit of forcefem in this one too lol. And feeding just somewhat, we can't have a force fic without all the three forces. forcepuppy, forcefem, forcefeed.)

Whenever you passed dogs on the street you often found yourself staring at the in envy, you were aware it was odd considering you had all the freedom of being an unmated human and really city life was really good compared to a place like the demon realm or werewolf territory but sometimes you just couldn't help but wish that you were a dog. No responsibilities and you got to lay on a comfy bed all day with people passing to give you attention and pet you plus you'd get to food and treats. Sure it would be dog food which didn't sound appealing with your human appetite but you think if you were a dog you probably would enjoy how it tasted, beyond that your didn't know how to even cook so it wasn't like currently you ate anything that good tasting, not liking food was a good compromise for the safety being a pet dog would offer. The biggest perk of it all though, if you had to say would be never going outside unescorted again. You hated having to go outside alone even if it was just your walk to work or to go get your weekly treat from a convenience store, just being alone was terrifying despite the city being decently safe, unless you were dating someone or were rich and from out of the city there was minimal chance of murder But lately it had been worse, you were sure you had a stalker, a human one most likely because your neighbors said they hadn't smelled supernatural around you even when you asked about a gazillion times. Dogs didn't get stalked

Of course saying you wished you were a dog was mostly a joke, even if you turned into a dog right now you'd still have a stalker to deal with and you couldn't run away from all of your problems no matter how badly you wished you could. It was just... a nice daydream that you let yourself have when you had to go on a walk, knowing there was someone actively following you. Maybe they just walked a similar route home each day too though, you didn't know. You told yourself that on your walk home that night, only for you to discover you really did have a stalker when someone came up behind you and pulled you into an alley, putting a rag over your mouth. You looked up seeing a taller woman grinning down at you like she'd claimed some grand prize and then you passed out.

You woke up in a frilly pastel colored room with a cage in the corner that looked large enough for you to get into with blankets inside of it, and a blanket on top to dim it with a dresser with dulled edges, presumably so you couldn't have anything sharp to hurt yourself or your captor with, with a bookshelf full of... manga about people being treated like dogs it seemed though you hadn't looked at all of the books, and a chain around your ankle connected to the soft frilly bed you had woken up on that gave you enough room to walk over to a connected bathroom that was apparently also safety proofed. Most alarmingly your clothes were changed into fluffy dog themed pajamas with no bra on and a collar around your neck with a tag you couldn't read. There was also a minifridge in the corner that had a list of rules on it about how much of the sweets you could have if you behaved. It had a shelf with sodas that had a note saying you couldn't take them until daddy returned to explain the rules... gross, and lots of snacks for you that she said you could take as many as you wanted but not the candies. Also juice and waters. It seemed like your kidnapper wasn't around at the moment and the room seemed unfinished, like there were things taken out of there, if you had to guess it was stuff you could earn if you behaved yourself. You looked up and saw a speaker in the ceiling corner and a camera. Finally after you sat down on the floor, not wanting to sit on the weird bed, the speaker spoke.

"I'm sorry I wasn't there while you woke up puppy, just be good and wait and you'll get a treat. I'll be home soon." And then after she said that you heard a bunch of kissy noises over the speaker which made you cringe before they finally cut off. You were literally joking when you said you wanted to be a dog, this was a nightmare. You needed to get her to open the door so you could escape so... you stripped your top off, couldn't get the pants off fully with the chain and stuck it in the toilet to flush and clog it before plugging the tub and running it because maybe if you flooded the room you'd be able to get out of it. Ten minutes later, before the water had even managed to reach your bedroom, the larger woman ran into your room, telling you to sit which you obviously did not listen before rushing to fix the issue. She looked frantic like she'd run a mile here but with how large she was you didn't doubt she could easily sprint a mile, with her long legs it wouldn't even be taxing on her.

"Puppy, sit down." When she came out of the bathroom she looked extremely upset with you, frowning when you refused to sit down before just pushing you gently onto the bed "Good girl." She handed you a... small bag of candy afterwards like she was training a dog. You set it on the nightstand.

"Let me go." She walked over to a small chest at the end of your bed that you hadn't realized was there and grabbed out another pajama top. She then kneeled in front of you and slide the top over your arms forcefully, smiling after she did so.

"I can't, you're my reason for living. That's why I want to make you happy, you said once you wanted to be treated like a dog, you told me in a bar half a year ago when you were drunk." You don't know why you never pieced together that your stalker issue started after you'd gotten really drunk at a bar but now it was making sense. This sicko was in love with you and was trying to make you her fucking dog.

"I was joking!" She stood up and pet your hair and you had to admit you shamefully melted when she started to do so. Fuck maybe you did really want to be a dog, it felt nice. You heard a click as she pet you then she set another bag of candy next to the other one on the dresser. Didn't know where the click came from but you didn't want to question if she was also clicker training you, that'd be much too embarrassing.

♡ Compared to Kassien, Sawyer is highly trainable due to her intense need to knot her mate. Even if she is aware you're attempting to train her she mostly won't even care so long as it leads to knotting and having her darling spend her money, it's her two greatest kinks really. You could even get her to get rid of the punishment room if you tell her you won't let her knot you so long as the punishment room is still there. You could make her do almost anything if you tell her knotting is off the table if she doesn't. Just do be aware that once you've done that she will expect knotting at night on days she's done everything you wanted which is basically most days. ♡

♡ You can't convince her to do everything, some things are just completely outrageous and she'll even tell you that but let's say you want to convince her to work less, it's completely doable, and better for the city cause she's not forcing her workers to come in at 5 am anymore, she's sleeping in cause her mate promised her knotting before work if she sleeps in until 7 so workdays in her office are now shorter. The higher the thing though the more knotting must be promised, if you want her to take a random day off then you basically have to let her knot you that whole day, similarly if you want her to retire forever... you're going to be so sore. ♡

♡ Training her with knotting comes at a steep price though. Obviously there's the price of being sore cause you get knotted every night or at least most nights, some nights you can get breaks, but beyond being sore, she's going to be far hornier and eager to please you so she can get her knot in than usual. And your penthouse might get full of items you'll need to make sure to donate regularly so you don't get overflowed because when Sawyer gets to knot she usually likes to give a special gift after to let you know how much she appreciated it. If you want a less severe way of training her that is less effective but doesn't come with the problem of soreness and making your dragon accidentally overly horny, just spend her money and threaten to not spend her money when she upsets you. Sometimes it won't work as a threat and she'll just force you on a shopping trip but it'll still work some of the time so if you really want to train Sawyer but not tire yourself out completely then mixing the two of those would be good. ♡