#pinter oc

[eldritch-spouse]

What am I going to do? I wasn't expecting to have a baby, much less one with my boss. I didn't even think humans and slimes could have children. Fool. Should I even tell Pinter? I might lose my job if I-

A firm grip on my shoulder brings me back to reality.

“G-good morning mister Pinter!”

TW: Mentions of abortion

" Doll, you look like a ghost just flied by. " The slime inspects you, a little too close for comfort.

An instinctual part of you wonders if he can tell, if he can smell it, see it- Sweat beads on your forehead.

" Did you even sleep? " Apparently, not even the makeup can hide the ghastly bags under your eyes. He's more than right, you didn't catch a wink of sleep, not a moment of shuteye. How could you, when the pregnancy test kept flashing every time your eyelids so much as threatened to close?

You even went through the trouble of getting a pregnancy test designed for human-monster couples.

" Uhm poorly, I guess- "

" Get in my office, I'll fetch us a drink. " Pinter waves you off, presumably to go and find something so caffeinated you'll start rattling.

Too much coffee would probably hurt the baby...

What are you even thinking?! You don't know if you're going to keep it yet-

Your poor legs carry you on auto-pilot, sitting politely at the chair opposite to Pinter's, staring off into the creases of its aged leather.

" Hey, don't fall asleep on me now. "

Unlikely occurrence, with the volume his voice tends to carry. In fact, your skin pebbled. The slime deposits a warm, dark drink before you, the scent of coffee comforting your anxiety-riddled mind for the briefest of seconds.

" S- Sorry, sir. "

" What's on your mind? " Your boss prods, sitting by his side of the large desk, tapping away at a laptop.

The most uncomfortable pause of your entire life follows.

You have to let Pinter know, no matter where this takes you. Even if he reacts poorly, moves you somewhere else, fires you- He needs to know, because this isn't something that can be hidden. You can make all the hard decisions on your own after you understand how he feels about it.

There's a small, beaten voice within you that wonders if it would be viable to have a family with Pinter. Because you're not even sure what you two have going on. There's a mutual attraction, a sort of chemistry between you- You've memorized the way his slime feels on your body by now... But whatever could blossom from that is halted by the barriers of a professional power dynamic, and the inability to breach them. The reluctance to do so. Pinter wants you, Pinter gifts you things, he's protective of you and confides at times, but does he love you? Does he actually care for you specifically, or would he do the exact same thing to some other assistant if he had to get rid of you?

Do you love him? Do you think he's father material?

Fuck.

" Sir, how many kids do you have again? "

The slime halts his typing for a second.

" Just the one, my boy Gallon. Did I tell you he's a bartender? Insane talent for drinks, and I'm not just saying that because I'm his dad. "

The way he sounds so proud of his own son almost makes you smile faintly.

" Oh, yeah- Yes, I remember now. " You cough. " Did you ever think about... Giving him a sibling? B-Back then. "

Oh God that was so on the nose, ew.

The monster hums.

" Actually, me and Quarta debated that, but we didn't think the boy could handle it at the time. So we waited some more, but at that point things were already going sideways- You know how it is. "

" Mhm. "

You're so sweaty you can feel your ass glue itself to the seat beneath you.

Pinter finally sets his laptop aside, facing you completely.

" Where's this all coming from, dollface? "

What do you even say to that-

" Do you want to have kids one day? "

What does that question imply? Is he asking if you want to take a break from work eventually, to start a family? Or is he asking if you want to have children with him?!

Some of the filth the slime growled into your ears in heated moments certainly pointed to that, but those are just fantasies, just fetishes- The kink of impregnating someone, not at all reflective of one's real desires beyond- Why is he smirking?!

" Sir, I- "

You take a long, deep breath.

" I'm pregnant, sir. "

Pinter's eyes widen, he freezes in time.

" Found out yesterday, when I finally worked up the courage to buy a test. Two, actually. "

His expression is unreadable, staring down at the table with brows furrowed, as if processing the information.

If he's angry at you, if he demands an abortion- Could you even go through with it? Would you? Do you want this child no matter what happens?

The sound of your name finally rings, pulling you out of the jaws of a spiral about to suck you in. You hadn't even realized that you were shaking.

" ... Are you serious? " He pushes.

You almost want to slap him. " Of course! I would never joke about- "

" You should have called me immediately, doll! " The slime rises suddenly, his chair almost tumbling to the ground as he crowds you, hands on either side of yours. A wild grin tears his cheeks apart.

" I get to be a dad again- Oh you just made my whole year, doll. We have to celebrate. "

Green hands cradle the sides of your face, Pinter tries to lean in for a kiss.

" S-So you want it? " You're incredulous.

" We're keeping them. " His tone is final.

" I'm... O-Oh, I'm so glad, I- " Maybe it's the jarring relief of having so much stress seep off your back at once, the miraculously positive way he accepted this news, compared to all your terrible expectations, but you're tearing up.

Crying, wanting to sob like a baby.

Pinter chuckles, thumbs wiping away the wetness on your cheeks. There's not a single inkling of resistance when he finally kisses you, a deep and affectionate touch to the gesture. He pushes your head against his body and strokes your hair, high on the news.

" Come home with me today, dollface. We're gonna work everything out. "

You only nod, silent for a while.

" Sir...? "

" Pinter. Just Pinter when it's us now. "

" Pinter- " It feels alien. " I don't know- I don't know how to care for a slime baby. "

He laughs, broad hand petting your back.

" Don't stress your little head out, and let me take care of everything, okay sweetheart? "

Maybe, maybe this won't be so bad.

[eldritch-spouse]

I wonder, which of your monsters have ties with the Breeder Facilities. They seem like the typical hidden money factory of evil mega corporations. Does Pinter perhaps have some dealings with them?

Does Xiko supply them with any Spreaders?

Idk, I guess the question is if any of your rich business monsters have ever worked with those fuckers

It's quite possible that perhaps Pinter has made some kind of superficial business with the corporations that front for the breeder facilities, however, it's unlikely even he knows who and what exactly he dealt with.

Xiko is not involved with breeder facilities at any capacity, though if he were ever paid to capture one, it's not a job he would turn down.

So far, no real characters here have interacted with these corporations/facilities, but that can change in the future.

[eldritch-spouse]

In a top 5, who would appreciate a massage the most from an obsession who's a massage therapist? And would they like a happy ending? ;)

[This is in no particular order of who loves it the most.]

Top 5 who'd enjoy a massage therapist s/o

Zizz just likes feeling good, with the least amount of effort possible. He's gotten massages in the past, and he'll continue to do so, but knowing you're a professional makes it so that the King only wants your hands on him. Zizz is great for this because he doesn't move a lot throughout the ordeal, even if you were to make a mistake because of nerves, he's not likely to yelp or jolt. It's not a snore fest either though! In fact, while Zizz can doze off every now and then, your touch is pleasing enough on its own that he wakes back up pretty quickly. He particularly likes anything on his back and legs. Zizz will request to be naked, which isn't something he does with others masseuses/masseurs, but whether or not you want to reach for his slit is entirely up to you. The most he'll do is nudge his hips and sigh in disappointment if you avoid the spot. He's not constantly vocal, but when Zizz is truly enjoying a trick, he makes the longest, most whorish hums of delight.

Mervin works hard. He does. And his body isn't built to withstand as much tension as a wrathful demon's, so he desperately needs decompression rituals. While this seems daunting, because he'll make it a point to hammer in what he expects from you (excellence), he won't be complaining that much when you actually get to work. It seems as if he's sometimes grumbling at you, murmuring "brutish hands", but the relaxation speaks for itself. Mervin will not do this naked. He vehemently refuses, because he knows he'll get hard at some point, you're basically worshipping his body. He still can't help get into it though, color on his cheeks as he tells you what body parts to focus more on and calling you a pervert for lingering (he asked you to focus on it to begin with). Although he does his best to keep noises down, he gasps pretty quietly and sighs shakily at times. Reaching for his dick will earn you instant jabbing, Mervin pulls his underwear down and says he's doing it because you're pitifully, pathetically desperate.

Morell is another one who typically holds more tension than he should, and doesn't know how to unwind properly. He's awkward about it because he's never really considered trying it until you came along. You're the only one whose hands he can stand on his body so intimately, and even then, he tenses when you hover over his ass or neck. He can be easily convinced to lay down naked though, mostly keeping his eyes shut and letting you work unhindered. It's weird working with a shroom, particularly because he's so spongy yet strong, you truly have to get in there and apply pressure. You'll be sore. He's not a moaner, but the chef will grunt and make little whistles when he feels something relaxing for the first time in months. Although he won't ask for it, Morell takes peeks to check if you're looking at his dick or somehow tempted to get dirty. Because, shocker, he'll get hard early on. Either you take care of it now or he'll get up to fuck you, choose. He's more compliant and likely to fall asleep if you jerk him off early to mid session.

Xiko's body doesn't work the way he used to. While massages were a privilege before, they're now a bit of a necessity, as his body parts will simply choose to twist wrong and stay that way. He wants you to use as much force as you need to in order to fix the crooks and knots an undead body holds onto, and he's not afraid to make some grossly satisfied noises when you succeed. While Xiko will never complain about your hurting him, he'll jerk a limb out when you work on hard spots, puzzle of a mummy that he is. Naked or not, it doesn't matter to him, he's going to tug your hand to his cock anyway when it feels like you're done. You're not going to act difficult, are you? This is practically part of your job, don't play dumb. Play along and he'll be praising you the whole time, hand over yours, spewing filth that'll have you burning alive. It would be great if he could actually convince you to let him fuck you, the least he could do for such great service.

Pinter is your most quizzical client, and if you're smart, you know he's not here to relax. Slimes don't get massages, they get fondled. What you're doing, as per his instructions, is dipping your hands into his half-consistent body and kneading around like a baker. This is inherently sexual, though Pinter won't immediately tell you. It's clear from the noises he makes though, or the look on his face as part of him melts a little from pleasure. You're definitely getting paid well, even if you might feel like a personal prostitute. Sometimes you don't even know what you're doing in there, but the slime still appears to like it, going as far as to tease you for certain harsher motions. Pinter is likely cumming with or without direct contact to his dick, though he'd much prefer if you could touch him there, your hands are already slick anyway, make the most of it. He won't stay still from there on out though, fucking into your hand and trying to goad you into using your mouth. The tips he leaves though...

[eldritch-spouse]

Who would most be into Micro/Macro? I usually don’t even like size difference that much but I’ve found extreme size difference issssss actually really nice.

TW: Macro/micro

Krulu and Miara. They're siadar, and deliberately maintain their gigantic forms at times when sexually interacting with you, precisely because it allows them to manipulate you easily, to have you worship them in their totality.

Magus. It's not even that he thinks this is a fetish or a kink, it's normal. He's not very interested in mating with people his own size, and finds it "right" to be with something that is sized like a human, perfectly small, easy to grab and protect. It's the correct size, in his opinion.

Icons in general, but particularly Vorticia. It's thrilling to almost have you in the palm of her hands, to lift you whenever and carry you wherever, to impale you on her clitoris and fuck you that way. She's enjoyed smaller partners before you, but you're the smallest and most adorable morsel she's had the pleasure of bedding.

Roch is also into macro and microphilia, but reversed. He wishes to be the smaller element who gets tossed around and used however. In fact, Roch is just not attracted to someone who is shorter or the same height as him.

Pinter. This can only be done in large bodies of water, where he can absorb great amounts of mass and dwarf you. Something about holding you up to his own cock, now inflated to be about the same length as your entire body, drives him fucking stupid. He wants to stuff you inside himself and make you squirm your way out in a panic, touching and shoving against everything sensitive in the process.

Mooncalf can alter the size of just about anything in his pocket spaces, sometimes outside as well, including you and himself. He swings both ways with this kink and is a big fan of having you crawl around him when he's the larger party. Ever wanted to see him giggle and spasm with shivers? Crawl around his naked body and climb his dick, if you can.

[eldritch-spouse]

Does Pinter own the company retail hell employee reader works for?

Nope.

The person in the top position of power that you know of, emphasis on that, was a man named Xavier, who died and poorly tried to program the "XAVIER" You know of today, in some desperate attempt to maybe live on through another. It's unclear if this man was human, monster, demon- People in your position don't need to know much.

XAVIER may be an impressive model both in physical build and processing power, more advanced than something like Fank-e. Unfortunately, he's been stunted by the tampering of a foolish dying man. This is what prevents him from speaking openly, from overriding goals, and generally being the person he'd rather become.

Pinter has been thinking about this company. Some part of him is sure there can be a loophole to exploit. He just needs information, a mole, someone who can tell him what's really going on. There's no way this robot could be handling things all on its own...

[eldritch-spouse]

So I'm a sick fuck. One of my favorite things is when an obsession is getting ravaged and they can sense that their "partner" is going to cum. She panics and desperately screams and begs them to cum outside, that she doesn't want to get pregnant, that she doesn't want a baby. Subsequently she is in a state of shock when they do as she feels just how thorough a claim that was.

Which of your ocs would find sick pleasure in doing this to their obsession and seeing her in this state of terror?

[I could probably put more here... If this was a single character scenario, I would have gone more in depth.]

TW: Noncon; Non-consensual impregnation.

Morell simply doesn't give you a choice. Sooner or later you're going to try for that kid, and you ought to get it through your skull that it is happening. He can't deny the thrill of the fear in your eyes, that doe look, just like when you first saw him, recognizing the predator he is. Morell can already feel the headache of having to undo this all, but he won't deny he wouldn't do this a hundred times. Gladly.

There's nothing Kalymir loves more than conquest. He's conquered Wrath, he's conquered you, now he's taking control of your womb. And you're trying to fight him for it, you poor little thing. It makes him so wild Kalymir nearly shatters your pelvis with his thrusts, laughing and outright moaning at your weak nails clawing down his front and face. It's almost like you want to make him cum faster, hopefully hard enough that it hits your brain.

Zizz is lazy. His pullout game is fucking weak. And, on top of that, he doesn't like to be denied creature comforts such as coming in you. It could be your mouth, your ass, who cares- He knows he's going to finish in that hole and you can't possibly do anything to dislodge him. The King tries to shush you the whole time and covers your mouth so you make less noise, shivering in delight when you freeze at the sensation of his ropes painting you.

Pinter thinks he knows better than you. They're always the same- "I'm not ready to move in with you", "This is moving too fast", "I can't have a kid yet", yes you can. And you will, stop stressing over nothing. Just enjoy yourself and don't pretend you don't like the feeling of his cum deep inside you. You're whining now but you'll get over it, you even squeezed so tight around him!

Miara thinks it's silly of you to get worked up over pregnancy. If ever there was a time for you to possibly conceive, it would be now- Protected by a goddess of fertility and conception, loved infinitely! You are scared by your mind's twisted perception of reality, by what centuries away from siadar did to your species. Although she cradles you lovingly when the shock of her seed entering you sets in, she throbs with pride that you are now destined to likely conceive a brand new generation of monsters.

Sybastian's role in the escape floor has taught him one thing. He really likes the hunt. He's always loved trickery, but that sweet span of time where he has to wrestle to get his way is phenomenal- And even if you two play at that often, you've already had to squirm and struggle to get his cock out before he could come inside more than once. One day Syb's just going to get too into it to let you stop him, and he's going to pant like a shameless mongrel while you quiver and freeze under him. He thinks he should have done this sooner, honestly.

Sever doesn't get why you'd want him to pull out, honestly. To him, that kind of reads as you rejecting him as a mate, and no yandere reacts well to that. Some other, more primal side of him affirms that it is indeed normal for you to thrash around some, so he doesn't really perceive anything to be wrong until you start giving him shit afterwards. He's very quick to secure you with several tendrils and to take his time milking his own orgasm inside you, enjoying what he assumes is your eventual submission.

*Hellion is a dick. Hellion likes to come inside you. You're physically too weak to stop him anyway. It all adds up in a horrid little concoction that is bound to go wrong for you. He does visibly thrill in your panic the more you notice he's getting closer to orgasm, sometimes playfully slipping almost all the way out only to slam even deeper on the next few pistons. That look of horror on your face is exquisite.

*Nebul decides where he comes, not you. This is something you ought to get through that thick skull already, and he'll help you understand it, by consistently coming inside your cunt for as many times as he wants. Screaming will earn you punishments, and physically attempting to fight him will have you regretting even thinking of such in the first place. Nebul takes advantage of those key moments where you're in shock to slip whatever messages of acceptance he wants in your mind, forcing you to focus on him with gentle contact.

*Vesper doesn't even give you a real chance to protest. It's so silly, the way you think. Don't lie to yourself, once you feel him come in you, you won't want anything else. It's laughable to even think you'd protest -You won't- But fret not, before it starts, Vesper promises he'll come everywhere, not just in you. You'll soon start asking him to fill you more, to the brim, and he's all too happy to oblige really.

Dishonorable mentions: Santi; Ludwig; Vinnel.

[* These characters have different methods of reproduction and/or certain traits that don't permit conception in specific settings, so their assault may not result in pregnancy.]

[eldritch-spouse]

Do any of your characters work out? Or are the ones with muscle just… like that

Depends.

Some of them don't need to work out to keep their forms, because said forms rely mostly on other features. Like Pinter, his slime imitates muscle mass, but it's not. Pebble, likewise, has done absolutely nothing to contribute to his apparently toned physique.

Some of them work out for the fun of it, just because they like being very active, like Nicele.

Santi's physique is mostly acquired through his rank. He doesn't work out enough to maintain it if he were anything but a concubus.

Breg's looks are a product of his mutated organism, courtesy of the cacophony of hormones and substances injected into breeders in the facility he's from.

There are some characters that work out without even acknowledgeding that they're working out, such as Kalymir and Rei. Others remain fit because of their job's requirements, like Morell.

[eldritch-spouse]

Hello… Yeah, my boss wants me to *heavy sigh* “work late” again tonight… What choice?! ...*eyes water*… I'm sorry I didn't mean to snap at you… *wipes eyes*...Yeah, it is…*sees Pinter getting out of a meeting looking very irritated*...Sorry dear but I gotta get back to work… I love you too dear, bye-bye *hangs up phone and sighs*

[Mansplain manipulate manwhore time.]

Pinter exits the meeting room with a fearsome scowl.

Some saps just don't quite have the synapses to pick up on what the slime is putting down. Sometimes they're smart enough to realize they need to play along to keep even a shred of their earnings, other times they like to wave their little policies and evident breaches of contract in his face. Like they have a modicum of a choice here. Usually, this amuses the business shark, today it's just irritating him, if you had to guess.

The man who walked in with Pinter is waved away by the fuming monster, likely ordered to get him a drink. And fast.

His eyes scheme the room, and for a sliver of a second, you dare hope that he misses your presence entirely. You even settled by the water dispenser, like some kind of sad decorative plant.

No such mercy.

The slime's whiskers perk and he moves towards you, prompting you to shove your phone away.

" Get me that cunt's profiles again. " Pinter grumbles, adjusting his tie.

" Y- Yes sir. "

He sighs when the poor dude tasked with getting his coffee shows up, taking it and making yet another dismissive flick of the finger to let him know he should leave.

" That your boy calling you just now? "

Boy. Tch.

" No... No, it was just- "

" Don't lie to me, girly. " Pinter chuckles. " I knew you were going to call him when I told you to stay. "

He pauses enough to let you open your mouth but not to let you actually speak.

" You ever notice he always makes you feel like shit when you have to work late? Look at that little frown, hm. You didn't look like that before you called him. "

You huff. " N- No sir, he just cares for my health- "

Pinter laughs. " Oh, you're so cute. Sweetheart, he acts like a manbaby. I bet he got snappy about it again. What's he doing for you? Is he putting in extra hours too? No, I bet he's spreading his ass on the couch and muttering about his bitch of a girlfriend. "

Well, he did start bitching... And that gets on your nerves honestly. Wanting the conversation to end, you simply shrug and look off to the side, waiting.

Your boss beams out of you, jostling you to stand straighter than a plank when he claps a hand onto your shoulder.

" Jeez, you're going to put me in a bad mood like that. " You're pretty sure he's still fuming from that meeting. " How about we get something sweet from that pastry we passed by earlier, hm princess? "

You can't bring yourself to feel offended when that same hand moves to comfortably grab onto the meat of your waist.