Yandere son(Akari) :No you are not climbing that tree what if you fall?? You want fruits I'll pick them for you.
Little sister: *whines and thumps her foot on the ground her nose Twitching in annoyance* I'm going to tell mama that big brother is such a meannyyy!!
Yandere son : *poking her twitching nose while trying to control his smile* hey were you learn this behaviour from???
Later that day as they returned home , Orochi in his half Naga form trying to get Y/n to talk to him who is fully in her bunny form facing away.
Forest shrine God Naga (Orochi): No !! you have gotten a cold you are not going anywhere and Akari can bring the fruits if you would tell him . Why are you acting so stubborn honey I'm saying it for your own good!!
Bunny Y/n : *chitters angrily at him in her bunny form angrily thumping her foot on the wooden floor, her nose twitching while Orochi is trying hard not to laugh at her cuteness.*
Yandere son (Akari) : *looking down at his little sister standing beside him* Ummm.... Now I know where you got that from....
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megumi and yuji sharing a cute bunny girl and yuji is so soft and sweet with her and gumi pounds her into the mattress đ”âđ«đ”âđ«đ”âđ«
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aged up characters !!! nsfw -> panty ripping, messy pussy eating, squirting mention, explicit food play, threesome, pussy sharing
(i went on a side quest with this one) hybrid fics đ valentine's
Another month has passed, with your heat cycle running its course, going up and down with your hormones.
Your owner knows every detail of your behaviour during the cycle. He knows when you need comforting and snuggling, he knows when you need a bit of space, and he knows when you're so pent up you never want to let him go.
And now his sweet best friend, who you've come to like very much, knows a lot about you too. He spends so much time visiting you and your owner, you've become close. You trust him- not as much as your owner, but enough that you feel very comfortable around the pink haired man.
Perhaps a little too comfortable, Megumi is beginning to think.
However, he continues to allow his visits because when Yuji arrives it looks like your birthday and Christmas have come at once. With that pretty, shy smile of yours, the excited shine behind your eyes; Megumi can't deny that.
And you're so glad, because now it almost feels like you have two owners. You know that's not true. It never will be. But two gorgeous men looking after you is a real treat. They're very different, but you can tell they both care about you so much.
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After another cute day out with them, going to the movies followed by a bit of shopping (with some grunting and sighing from Megumi) you're finally back in your warm apartment, nestled on the sofa with Yuji.
Or rather, Yuji's sitting on the sofa. You're sitting on him.
He dragged you onto his lap after you got changed into something 'more comfortable' when you got home. It's just so warm and cosy, it's like your nest where you feel most content, so of course you put on a cute little night dress. You didn't take into consideration the two of their feelings when you selected this certain piece of clothing, only that it would help keep you a bit cooler.
But it's not exactly helping now your body is under Yuji's burning hot touches. He's always so warm it feels like he has fire under his caramel skin, deep in his body, that's released with every loving squeeze to your waist, your hips, your arms, your back- anywhere he can touch he is blazing a trail of heat.
He touches you on instinct; following the flow of your body. You're just chatting away and he can't keep his big hands off you.
"I really liked that store we went to, with the- uh, um-"
You forget what they called it. Your nose twitches and your ears flop to the side with a confused look on your dainty features.
Yuji studies your puzzled face for a moment, wondering which store you might mean.
"Oh, the lingerie?"
"Yes, yes!" That was it. All of those pretty, skimpy outfits, dresses and costumes, with the lace and bows and- you just can't contain your excitement- "it was so beautiful in there."
You say with a dreamy look on your face.
"Mhm," Yuji nods in agreement, his brown eyes giving you a long and loving stare, "and you would look so beautiful... in those outfits."
He admits a little bashfully, still with a soft smile on his face.
"Maybe we can go back and you can try some on?" He asks while tugging at the hem of your nightie you're currently wearing.
This one is cute enough, he thinks, with the way it barely covers your ass and reveals your sumptuous thighs to him. It makes him drool. He places his hands there now, on your thighs, absentmindedly squeezing.
You nod and say how much you'd like that.
"Good, oh good, I'd love it too," he gets excited now, picturing you in all the pretty lingerie sets his heart desires, until he hears a little squeak from your mouth and you tug on his brawny wrists.
"Ow- ow! Yuji~ y-you're hurting me-"
During his daydreaming, he started grabbing your thighs much too hard, simply forgetting to hold back the strength in his hands.
He jumps suddenly then starts caressing your legs.
"Oh-! I, I'm sorry, bunny, I didn't mean to-" he coos and dips his head down to inspect your legs with a sad look on his face. You tell him it's okay and stroke his soft pink strands till he's holding you closer and murmuring apologies into your chest. You hold the back of his neck, stroking down to the hefty muscle of his shoulders and pressing your body into him till he looks up at you with a little pout on his lips and asks-
"Can I kiss them better?"
You smile and let him sit you down on the sofa, watching him drop to his knees and stroke your legs, pressing his warm mouth over your thighs.
Megumi has been in the kitchen all this time, tidying up after dinner and whipping up some cream for dessert (mainly for you and Yuji). But now your soft chatting has ceased his ears prick at the silence and he wonders what you're up to.
Now Yuji is getting carried away. He's kissed every inch of your warm thighs, taking your soft skin in his calloused grip, licking you and squeezing you softly. His gaze has gone all mellow now you're in his hands and he starts kissing between your thighs, where he didn't even touch before, nuzzling his nose over your satin skin and spreading your legs wider. You just sigh softly, completely adoring all of his sweet affections, until he brings his mouth to settle over the warm centre of your pussy. Your skimpy panties still cover you up, but that doesn't stop him from kissing and licking you there, feeling the moist patch beneath the material and now starting to moan into you.
"You smell so good."
He pushes his head closer and buries himself between your thighs, stuffing his big hands under your ass to pull you into him and you hear a sudden tearing sound.
It makes you jump, but his soothing words comfort you till you sink into the sofa and let him do what he wants with you.
"Oh, we'll have to go to that store now, bunny-" he coos and shreds the last of your panties, tugging the remaining string out of his way, "get you some new pretty panties, hm? Can I choose them? 'Gumi can choose some too, right?"
You nod and watch his tongue slide over his lips, before returning all of his attention to your pussy that's finally bare for him to lick. He sticks his tongue out and connects to your lips with a groan, now feeling your sweetness over his tongue. He eats you till you're dizzy and squirting all over his stubbly chin.
He lets go and pants softly, licking up the mess and trailing his half lidded eyes over your body. He's so entranced with watching you squirm under his gentle tonguing that he didn't hear Megumi step into the living room. But you see him approach and he's carrying something, with a little smile on his face now he can see why you two were so quiet.
He gets closer, watching Yuji continue as if he weren't even there, and reaches out to you where you sit, with your legs open in Yuji's strong hands.
"Here," you notice he has something between his fingers as he brings them closer to your parted lips, "want a strawberry, bunny?"
You lick your lips then open your mouth for the juicy treat and he watches you with delight, nibbling on the soft fruit until it's all gone. He sees a bit of the pinkish juice trickle down your chin and he swipes it away lovingly.
"You want some dessert, Yuji?"
He asks his friend who's still enjoying his own dessert between your legs, but he moans in agreement and your owner heads back to the kitchen. He'd love to see this, anyway. Since he can't eat so much cream and knows you and Yuji both love it, he'll treat you two and watch you having fun.
He comes back with whipped cream in a bowl, holds a spoon out and tells you it might feel a little cold.
Yuji moves his head back with a string of slick juice connecting him to your pussy and watches the blob of cream land on your clit. You giggle and shiver at the wet feeling and Yuji looks up at his friend, thanking him then dives into his new meal.
He hums with excitement, lapping the cream from your sweet folds and telling Megumi to add more. He spoons it on, with a strawberry this time, which Yuji nimbly slides down your lips and presses into your hole. It feels funny, but the fruit slides in a little and Yuji giggles and slurps it right back out again, munching on it and swallowing every bit of juice down.
You have your fun with the dessert and Megumi steps away to clean up again, only to re-enter the living room with you sitting on Yuji's lap, this time stuffed full of his cock. He couldn't wait a second longer and loved how your eyes nearly crossed when he slipped his tongue inside you- he just had to get back on the sofa and pull you onto him, getting your pussy stretched over his fat dick.
"Yeah- yeah, bunny, oh you're so good at taking me now, huh? Got used to me really good, like you're mine~" he presses needy kisses to your throat and pulls your nightie off, licking your supple tits and telling you how crazy you make him.
But you can see it now, in the way he's starting to sigh your name and chant over and over-
"My bunny, mine, mine~"
-he's starting to forget who's watching. Without thinking, he keeps this up and opens his mouth to suck on your neck.
"Yuji," his best friend's voice cuts through the haze of his arousal, causing him to slow down the pumping motions of his cock.
Megumi has been very patient with his best friend. He knows that you adore him, he knows how Yuji feels about you, and he allows your horny antics for the most part.
"Yuji."
"Do I have to remind you... who she belongs to?"
It's not jealousy that drives him. Oh no, Yuji is the only other man who's lucky enough to touch you, and he'll let him fuck you till the sun burns out. But he just wants to remind you both of his power as an owner.
Your owner.
"Bunny, up."
He commands and you jump off Yuji's cock without hesitation, leaving the poor man moaning and grabbing onto his thighs. He doesn't grab for you. He can't hurt you again, so he keeps his hands to himself.
"Come."
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"Cum, oh- good girl- on command? You're such a pretty little thing, and so obedient, too. Fuck, sometimes I think you're too perfect to share."
He spares his friend a glance, where he's leaning heavily against your bedroom wall with his dick in his hand. He knows he should've showed some self restraint and tugged his shorts back up, but he couldn't help following you and touching himself to the sights of you obeying your owner's every command.
"Bounce on my dick- yeah, oh well done, bunny-" he praises you and strokes your body while you move up and down.
"Now come here," he lifts you off and pats the bed, watching you crawl onto the mattress eagerly, "I'm gonna give you a special treat, ok?"
He gets on top of you and throws your legs over his shoulders, sinking himself in inch by inch and pressing his strong body down on you.
"You love this position, don't you baby?" He coos and Yuji starts to whimper, seeing how you're being folded in half by his best friend.
"Oh, sounds like someone else does too," Megumi muses and looks the pink haired man up and down before returning all of his attention to you.
"Now, for your treat," he hums with the corner of his mouth forming a coy smile.
"Treat?" You repeat happily, looking up at him as if he's your whole world. Which he is. And Megumi knows he is, and it makes him so proud.
"Yeah~" he's all the way in, struggling to control himself now he can feel the tight pressure of your sweet, wet pussy.
"I'm gonna give it to you hard, ok?"
You gasp and smile, eyes sparkling with excitement.
"M-Megumi- owner- owner-!!!" You squeal and have a dizzy look on your face before he's even started.
"Calm- calm down, bunny- I can feel you squeezing me, you're gonna make me cum-" he gives you a breathy laugh and then asks if you're ready, at which you nod and Yuji watches in awe.
He places a hand on your head, offering a buffer against the headboard, leans in close and starts up a rhythm of hard pumping. He starts off slow, but each thrust is more untamed than the last, and when he gets faster you slam a hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming. Your spare hand grabs the bedsheets for dear life and you watch your owner's descent into mindless fucking.
Sometimes you think Megumi fucks you like he's the one in heat, and your little mind starts to wonder how amazing that would be if he had heats, too. You wonder what he would be like. But you're brought right back down to earth again when your owner addresses you.
"Bunny," his voice is low and raspy, "hands on me."
Your little hands immediately release your mouth and the bedsheets and fly to his body. One lands on his chest, the other nestled in his jet black strands.
"Good," he presses his forehead to yours, "good girl."
He sinks into you so hard, with your knees by your ears, pushing closer and closer till you're completely overwhelmed by him and tears start to spill down your cheeks.
"Pretty," he kisses them away gently, "pretty bunny, are you crying because of me?"
"B-be-cause..." your eyes dart down to where he's entering you.
"'cause 'm fucking you too hard?"
You bite your lip, willing him to understand that it isn't too hard, it just feels so good you started crying. You couldn't help it.
"Want me to go easy on you?"
You shake your head rapidly.
"Ah- bunny- y-you're perfect, you know that- letting me fuck you like this~"
The wooden headboard starts smacking into the wall with his thrusts now and the boards start to creak dangerously underneath. You wonder if the bed will last.
He pins you to the mattress, giving you every ounce of pleasure, until you're gasping out that you're going to cum.
"Again? Oh, bunny, you're too good to me," he hums and praises you softly while delivering those forceful bucks of his hips.
Yuji never does it like this, and you start to admit you've been a little wrapped up in all of your soft and sweet sex with him that you may have been neglecting your owner.
"M-missed you-" he can feel you start to pulse and grip him harder now as you get another buzz of pleasure through your cute body. You kiss his pretty face as he guides you through it and he watches with pure adoration as you start to cry and tell him how much you've missed him doing it like this.
"It's okay, it's okay, Yuji come here," he beckons his friend as you come down from your intense high. Megumi lets up a little and starts giving you slower rolls of his hips, grinding his body into you.
"Let's take turns, ok? See how many times we can make you cum tonight, bunny. You can have both of us, alright? You don't have to choose."
Your owner kisses your head and releases you and the two men slide in and out of you all night till they're spent and filling you one final time before collapsing on the mattress either side of you, all flushed and dripping with sweat.
You feel relieved now, knowing that only a little while ago your owner may have got a bit angry with Yuji calling you 'mine'. But he knows only he can give you what you truly need. It's all fun and games with Yuji, but Megumi is your owner and there are certain things that only he can do to you.
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Void - Part 9 - Tuesday (M)
title banner by @rudeâjudeâĄ
Genre:Â Sci-fi with a little angst and a LOT of smut
Pairing:Â BTS x Reader (yup - all seven)
Summary:Â You are the only female crew member on a 12 year space mission with seven handsome men. The sexual tension is real, yâall.
Word Count: 5.7k
Part 9 / ?
Part 1Â Part 2Â Part 3Â Part 4Â Part 5Â Part 6Â Part 7 Part 8
Warnings: explicit sexual content, entirely too much discussion about semen, some jealousy, possessiveness and slut-shaming, semi-accidental voyeurism
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A rush of cold air against your sweaty skin makes you shiver. Itâs much cooler out here in the hallway than in the steamy sleep pod behind you. You leave Jungkook behind in the sleep pod, still getting his clothes back on, but your lingering arousal stays with you.Â
Youâve barely made it two steps into the hallway when the door across from you opens. Jimin leans against the door frame. Damn, he looks good. He has the sleeves of his dark blue jumpsuit tied around his waist, leaving him in just a loose white t-shirt that rides up his arms as he crosses them.Â
âWell, good morning to you,â he says. âAnd what have you been up to this morning?â The smirk on his face makes it clear he knows damn well what youâve been up to this morning.Â
âUmmâŠâ You wiggle your hips in discomfort, the remnants of Jungkook sliding between your thighs.Â
Mercifully, Jimin doesnât actually make you tell him what youâve been up to. âDo you have a minute to talk?â he asks, beckoning you to join him in his pod.Â
Lord, you really donât want to have an awkward relationship conversation with Jimin with Jungkookâs semen still inside you. You try to brush him off. âI have a lot of work to do this morning, Jimin.â
He snorts. âSeems like youâve already gotten a lot done.â He lets the statement hang there as he smirks at you again. Itâs very annoying how hot he is right now.Â
The click of the door latch behind you startles you into action. The last thing you want is to be trapped in this narrow hallway with both Jimin and Jungkook. âYeah, okay,â you say, diving into Jiminâs pod before Jungkook sees you.Â
âSo should I plan on waking up to the sound of you fucking other men every morning or only on Tuesdays?â Jimin asks as he closes the door.
âWell, not on Thursdays.â You are trying to flirtatiously deflect, but irritation flashes across Jiminâs face.
âYes, well,â he mutters. âI guess Iâll just wait my turn.â
âHey, you suggested sharing first,â you reply defensively.Â
âWith one man, not six.â
âWhy does the number matter?â Youâre already carving yourself into pieces to make them all happy, why did it matter how many? âYouâll still get your turn.â
âBah!âJimin stomps his foot in frustration. âIâm not some toddler who is bad at sharing a toy! I donât want to have you just because itâs my turn.â He almost reaches for you again, but drops his hands in defeat. âI want you to want me.â
You sigh. âI do want you, Jimin.â Even first thing in the morning, with his dark hair falling loosely over his forehead, heâs the prettiest man youâve ever seen. How can you explain that you are genuinely and specifically attracted to all of your crew members without sounding like a floozy? âIâve wanted you ever since I watched that damn video of yours. And long before that too.â
âReally?â He bites his plush lower lip. âHow long?â
You fold your arms and lean back against the other side of the pod. Memories come back to you of your space walk training at the bottom of the ICSE pool. Jimin always hated the overly warm training suits and would strip out of them long before reaching the menâs locker room. His sweaty t-shirts would stick to his skin, slightly translucent. It was impossible to keep your eyes off him as heâd laugh with the other guys and brush his hair back off his forehead, indifferent to your presence. âLonger than youâve wanted me,â you finally answer.
His eyes widen in surprise. âOn Earth?â he asks.Â
You nod. You chastise your past self for ever thinking that your insatiable thirsting for your crew wouldnât become a problem eventually.
âShit.â He runs his hand through his hair. âI had no idea.â He steps closer to you. âYou were always so closed off.â
âWell, Iâm not supposed to want you. Wanting you is highly inconvenient.â
He smiles as he leans in. âBut you just canât help yourself?â He glances down to your lips.
âOh, donât look so smug.â You push against his chest as his hands find their way around your waist.Â
âIâm allowed to be smug.â He rests his forehead against yours. âThe hottest woman in the universe wants me.â
You roll your eyes. âIâm the only woman in yourââ
But his lips are on yours before you can finish your sentence, one hand gripping your waist as the other finds its way to the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss.Â
All your arousal that had been simmering just below the surface comes rushing back as his fingers caress your neck and along your jaw. His lips are just the right balance of soft and firm. You moan as he breaks away from your lips to begin kissing down the side of your neck.Â
âBut then how can you only want me on Thursdays?â he asks between kisses. âI want you every day. Mondays. Tuesdays. Wednesdays. All the time. God, I havenât even bothered to remember what day of the week it is for the last two years and now itâs all I can think about.â
âI obviously donât only want you on Thursdays.â You gasp as his hand finds your breast over your jumpsuit, closer to the surface then it would normally be since you abandoned your shirt with Jungkook. âIâm just trying to be fair.â
âFairness is overrated.â He sucks on the junction of your neck and collarbone as you tilt your head back to give him more access. âShit, are you not wearing a shirt?â
His hand is on your zipper before you can answer, tugging it down to discover the answer for himself. âGood lord,â he mutters, hands caressing your bare sides and breasts. âWhere is your shirt?â
âIâm having a bit of a laundry problem.â You run your fingers through his hair, holding tight as he peels down your bra and runs his tongue across your nipple. âSomehow all my clothes are covered in cum.â
He groans out loud at that, sinking to his knees as he kisses down your belly, following the opening in your jumpsuit. âShit, really? Jungkook?â And then he pauses and looks up at you. âWhat did he do?â
âYou really want to know?â You ask and Jimin nods. You laugh. âItâs more what I did to him.â
âTell me,â he urges. âAnd take this off.â He tugs at the bottom of your zipper.Â
âMade him beg.â You shrug out of the jumpsuit, in your bra and panties once again. Your panties stick to you where Jungkookâs remnants have merged with your own arousal. Jiminâs eyes are glued to them. âRode him until he came inside me.âÂ
Jimin licks his lips and looks up at you. âCan I see?â
You tilt your head curiously. âThat doesnât bother you?â
He laughs a little, shaking his head. âMaybe it will later, but right now, itâs just super hot.â
A whole new rush of heat runs through you as you slide your panties down. This is the dirtiest thing youâve ever done. One man kneeling rapturously in front of you to see you covered in the release of someone else. Itâs debauched and itâs glorious. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder if you should stop this and wait for Jiminâs assigned day, but your logical brain vacated its post the moment Jimin knelt in front of you.Â
âYou do like being messy, donât you?â He runs a careful finger along your labia and your legs tremble. âDoesnât matter whose cum it is, does it?â
âFuck, Jimin, please.â You tug on his hair, needing him to do something, anything.Â
He gathers a glob on his finger before flicking it to the floor. He stands up and kisses you again, the hand sticky with cum now caressing your cheek. Itâs both tender and filthy. And then heâs turning you around to face the wall of the pod. âBend over.â
Your legs are trembling so hard you have to cling to the wall, but you allow him to guide you down so youâre bent at ninety degrees, hands on the wall, ass out. You hear him strip out of his clothes and then a finger slips inside you.Â
âGod, youâre so wet.â His hands grip your hips as he replaces his finger with his cock. âHow many times did he get you off?â
Jimin eases his way into you and the tenderness makes you groan. âHe didnât,â you pant.Â
âAmateur,â Jimin scoffs. He reaches around to your front and finds your sensitive clit. The trembling in your legs gets stronger as he begins rolling his hips.Â
âHe wanted to,â you gasp. âDidnât let him.â
âDonât even care about your own pleasure, huh? Just want to take all the cock you can?â He pairs the teasing with a firm pressure from both inside and out and youâre shattering around him, unable to deny how much it turns you on to be used by them all.Â
You hear the smile in Jiminâs voice, how proud he is of himself, as he tightens his grip on your hips and speeds up his pace. Â
âYouâre mine now though. You were mine first and youâll always be mine. Whenever any of them fuck you, Iâll fuck them out of you. Replace them with me. The only cum youâll be carrying around inside you is mine.âÂ
He stills, leans over to kiss your back and neck as he fills you up. You can feel his self-satisfied grin against the skin of your back.Â
He slides out of you, patting your ass as he goes. Your whole body flushes as yet more cum leaks from you. God, youâre a mess. He kneels down behind you and picks up your panties, sliding them back up your legs.Â
âThatâs better,â he says as he slides them up and over your ass, trapping his cum against you. Â
âUh, thanks,â you reply, completely at a loss for what to say as a weird cold feeling begins churning in your stomach. You have the sudden worry that Jimin is going to expect every day to go like this, even those that arenât his. âGonna go clean up now.â
Jimin grins and kisses your cheek. âSee you soon,â he whispers.Â
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And so you find yourself once again attempting to de-sperm yourself in the space toilets. Another tinge of doubt washes over you as you stare at the flimsy compostable toilet paper and contemplate trying to do this every day for the next 12 years. Is that what youâve committed yourself to? Multiple times a day? Multiple men per day? Surely they will grow bored of you eventually, right? This falls way outside your mission parameters. Maybe you should call this whole thing off.
Despite your best efforts with the toilet paper, youâre still gross and sticky. Your jumpsuit and underwear are gross and sticky too. Thereâs nothing for it. You need a shower and some clean clothes.Â
Showers werenât an everyday luxury on the Minos. You could only manage once or twice a week without outpacing the water reclamation system. Technically you werenât due for another day or two, but you couldnât wait any longer.Â
The showers and the laundry machines sit in the same section of the ship near the water tanks. Before heading there, you jog back to your sleep pod to gather up the rest of your dirty laundry. Jungkook is long gone. Your shirt/make-shift blindfold lies thrown in a corner. As you gather up your scattered clothes, the stink of your laundry makes another way of regret wash over you. You were only one and half days into your new plan and all your clothes are covered in bodily fluids. This is exhausting.Â
The laundry machines and showers also happen to sit right next to Yoongiâs workshop and you canât help wondering about him as you walk in that direction. You havenât seen him since your striptease in the kitchen.
âOkay, Iâm in,â he had sent you. It betrayed so very little of what heâs thinking. And the question of what exactly he wants from you is still unanswered. But at least he has admitted to wanting you. Your stride slows as you pass his workshop, scanning with your peripheral vision while trying to look like you arenât checking to see if heâs in there.Â
But the workshop is dark and empty. Whatever his feelings for you, they will remain a mystery for now.Â
God, what is the matter with you? Youâve already fucked two men this morning and here you are pining for a third. That canât be normal, can it? The ICSE really fucked up when they decided to send the worldâs horniest woman on this mission.Â
You continue to chastise yourself as you load your laundry into the machines. The laundry machines sit in a vestibule just outside the showers with a door to the hallway that locks, so you are able to strip off the clothes you are wearing now as well and run them through the laundry while you shower. Removing your wet underwear makes you cringe. How have you managed to go from âfirst woman to pass the orbit of Marsâ to âwoman with two different menâs semen in her underwearâ?
Youâre so preoccupied with your self-slut-shaming that you donât hear the water running behind the shower door. The door was unlocked and there werenât any clothes in the machines, so you just assumed the shower was empty. But you are wrong.
Flight Engineer Min Yoongi is standing in the shower completely naked and dripping wet. His back is to you as he washes his face. His long dark hair runs down over his shoulders. When did his hair get so long?
He doesnât see you, face still covered in soap, but turns his head as the door clicks open. âHey! Occupied!â he calls out.Â
âOh shit!â you curse, backing up. Shit. Youâre naked too. Shit. All your clothes are in the washing machine and must be soaking wet by now. You attempt to cover yourself with your hands as you debate how to get out of here.
âOh, is that you, Officer?â he chuckles, wiping the soap and water from his eyes before turning to greet you, smirk on his face. âI thought I wouldnât be seeing you until Friday. Come to get a sneak peek?â
Your face is on fire, you are so embarrassed. âShit, sorry, I didnât know anyone was in here.â
He looks totally calm, running his gaze up and down you luxuriously. âNo worries. We are in a âconsensual sexual relationshipâ now, arenât we? Or should I be hiding my dick from you Saturday to Thursday?â
His demeanor is infuriating and you feel so foolish. âWhy didnât you lock the door?â
He shrugs. âTuesdays are my shower day. No one is ever here but me.â He looks you up and down again and there is really no hiding anything from him. âThe real question is what are you doing here?â
Shit. How do you get out of this conversation? âI, umm, needed a shower.â
He laughs, turns off the water and shakes his head, long hair sending drops of water flying around the sealed room. âYou know this plan of yours is gonna fuck with our whole shower schedule, right?âÂ
Itâs hard to focus on what heâs saying as he wraps his hand around his hair and pulls it up into a bun behind his head.
âWhen did your hair get so long?â Your voice is higher pitched than normal and you grimace.
âOh yeahâŠâ He tucks one of the shorter loose strands behind his ear. âItâs been getting in my way. I was going to ask if you might have time to cut it on Friday.â He pulls a towel from the wall behind him and wraps it around his waist.Â
âOh, no, no, noâŠâ you rush out, heart skipping a beat at the allusion to your day with him.
âOh.â He frowns. âOkay. Thatâs fine.â
âNo, I just mean, donât cut it.â You giggle nervously. âI just mean, uh, it looks good. As is.â
âAha.â He grins and you watch a water drop glide from his jaw down his throat. âWell, in that case, I imagine there are more enjoyable things we could be doingâŠâ He walks closer, and reaches toward you as your heart races. You close your eyes and give up trying to cover yourself as his warm wet body comes right into your personal space. âOn Friday,â he finishes, reaching the door handle behind you and popping it open.Â
God, you hate him. âUm, yeah, sounds good,â you mutter as you dive out of his way.Â
âLooking forward to it,â he replies, eyes dark with intention, before heading out the door. âEnjoy your shower, Officer.â
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A shower has you feeling much more like yourself again. But when you get to the kitchen for breakfast, you nearly walk right back out when you see whoâs gathered around the table.Â
Jin, Jungkook, Jimin and Taehyung are all sitting at the table, munching on their breakfasts. The prospect of sitting next to three different men youâve watched orgasm in the last 24 hours makes the idea of eating feel entirely impossible. Not to mention the very hot man you are just pretending to sleep with. How has your life gotten this messy?
You are about to flee down the hallway when Jin looks up and makes direct eye contact with you.Â
âGood morning!â Jin greets you and suddenly all four menâs eyes are on you. âCome sit with us!â He pats the chair next to him. âTaehyung made scorched rice.âÂ
Your brain helpfully chooses this moment to remind you that the last time you saw Jin, you came on his face.Â
Taehyung nods enthusiastically and mumbles through a mouthful of rice. âThereâs plenty left.â He swallows and gestures to the pot on the cooktop.Â
Jungkook springs up from his seat. âIâll get you some!â He pulls out the chair between him and Jimin, not the one Jin was suggesting. âHave a seat.âÂ
âOh, uh, thanks, but I need some coffee too.â
âIâll get it!â Jimin pops up too. âYou rest.â He also clearly gestures at the seat that would put you next to him and Jungkook. Jin frowns slightly, while Taehyung bites back a laugh.Â
âOh, okayâŠâ You run out of objections and sit down at the table while Jungkook and Jimin run to bring you breakfast. âThis really isnât necessary,â you mumble, but theyâre not listening.Â
Jungkook returns first with a bowl of stew and a plate of scorched rice for you and then sits down next to you. The memory of him on his knees begging to touch you flashes across your mind.
You take a bite of your food as the other men at the table resume eating. Jimin returns a minute later with your coffee. You take a sip and grimace at the too sweet concoction. Jimin still doesn't know how you take your coffee.
âSomething wrong?â Jimin asks.Â
You swallow it down. âNo, itâs fine. Thank you.â
Thereâs a few moments of silence while everyone eats, before Jin nudges Jungkook with his elbow. âSeems like someone got a pretty early start this morning, huh?â he says teasingly.
âJin!â you gasp as Jungkook chokes on his food. âYou canât just say things like that!â You pat Jungkook on the back to make sure he doesnât die.Â
âWhat?â Jin shrugs. âIsnât everything supposed to be out in the open now?â
âMmm,â Taehyung nods, hiding his mouth behind his hand as he laughs. âLike the bonobos.â
âFucking bonobos.â Jimin groans.Â
âIt seems more awkward not to talk about it.â Jin continues. âWe all heard him in there. Why pretend otherwise?â
Jungkook finally manages to swallow. âYou heard us?â
âThe walls arenât thick,â Jin laughs. âImpressive that you can go two rounds that early in the morning. Ah, to be young.â
âTwo rounds?â Jungkook frowns in confusion. Your entire face feels like it will melt off. Jimin says nothing, but his hand finds your knee under the table next to him and squeezes it.
âSpeaking of,â Taehyung interrupts. âCan I take you on a date tomorrow night?â
âWe can take you on dates?â Jungkook asks.
âUm yeah, sure.â You answer both questions at once. âThough itâs not like thereâs really anywhere to go.â
âDonât worry. I have a plan,â Taehyung nods smugly.Â
âCan I take you on a date today?â Jungkook interjects. âOr do you only get one shot per day?â
âUh⊠I donât know. I didnât really make rules that specific.â
Jiminâs thumb traces small circles around your knee and itâs a reminder that youâre not really sticking to even the limited rules you set out in the first place. Seven men is entirely too many men.
The conversation is mercifully interrupted by a shipwide message on your tablets. Itâs from the commander.Â
âA reminder to all crew members that any activities of an intimate nature are to be conducted in the privacy of the sleep pods. They are not appropriate for the public areas of the ship, which are monitored and recorded.â
The choice to put this in a written communication rather than an in-person conversation is surprisingly passive aggressive for Namjoon.
Taehyung looks at you. âWhat did you do?â
âShe took all her clothes off in the kitchen!â Jin laughs.
âExcuse you! I covered the camera! Youâre the one who ran me ass-first into our commanding officer!â
Jin sighs in delight. âMan, you should have seen his face.â
Jiminâs hand slides further up your leg and youâve had enough. âThank you all so much for breakfast, but Hoseok must need me in the lab by now.â You gather the remainder of your breakfast into your arms and back out of the kitchen. âIâll see you later.â Youâre not even sure which man youâre talking to. All of them really. Thereâs no escape. You will see all of them later.Â
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For all your attraction to Hoseok and disappointment that he hasnât signed your form yet, at the moment, you are a bit relieved. Hoseok puts on another science podcast and the two of you settle into your work for the day, safe in the knowledge that no one will come to proposition you.Â
Or so you think until the end of the day, when Jungkook shows up at the lab door with a large plastic storage bin under one arm. Hoseok spots him first.Â
âHey, JK, whatâs up?â he asks. âDo you have more samples for us?â He gestures to the box under Jungkookâs arm.Â
âOh, no.â Jungkook swallows, glancing down at the box. âItâs actually food.â
âFood?â Hoseok asks.
Jungkook steps farther into the lab. âI was hoping to treat our biologist to a dinner date.â
âOh!â You and Hoseok are surprised in unison.Â
âSo you two are dating now?â Hoseok asks, looking back and forth between the two of you with raised eyebrows. âI thought this whole thing was just...âÂ
He trails off without saying the rest of the thought out loud and a frown line appears between his eyebrows.
âIâm not really clear on myself.â Jungkook takes this as an invitation to put the bin down on the lab counter and turn to you. âWhat are the rules exactly? Are we dating? Are we dating all the time or only on Tuesdays? Is it time-bound and when does it end? Does it end at midnight or can we fall asleep together? Can I hold your hand? Can I kiss you? Can I only kiss you on Tuesdays?â
Hoseokâs frown deepens and you rush to cut off Jungkookâs torrent of questions. âItâs not dating,â you try to explain. âWeâre notâŠItâs not a relationship. Iâm just trying to help people fill the void of what theyâre missing from Earth. Like if they miss dates, we can have dates.â
âBut it doesnât mean anything?â Hoseok asks and you are totally stumped for what he wants the answer to that question to be. âYouâre just pretending to be together one day a week?â Â
âItâs not personalâŠâ you reply, glancing back and forth between the two men, unsure which one you should be reassuring right now.Â
But how could it be personal when youâre the only option? Like obviously they wouldnât be choosing to date you on Earth. None of them chose you at all. They just miss sex and relationships and you can help them with that. But you canât let yourself pretend itâs real. Or that itâs about you.Â
âNevermind.â Hoseok begins packing up his stuff. âItâs none of my business. Iâll leave you to your date.â The word âdateâ has a sarcastic bite to it that is unusual to hear in Hoseokâs voice. The temperature of the room seems to drop as he slings his supply bag over his shoulder and leaves.Â
Jungkook turns away from you and busies himself unpacking food from his box onto the counter. His shoulders are a bit slumped and you really wish you could have talked to him alone. âItâs nothing fancy,â he mutters. âJust some sandwiches and drinks.â
You walk over and rest your hand on his shoulder. âThatâs really thoughtful, Jungkook, thank you.â He freezes for a moment when you rest your hand on his back, then sighs and leans into your touch.Â
âIâm sorry,â you murmur as you rub his back. He tilts his neck back and forth and groans in a pleased way. âWe can hold hands. If you want. And you can kiss me.â
Thatâs all the greenlight Jungkook needs as he spins around and pulls you into his arms, He gives you a hungry kiss, then pulls back. âGod, I would love you seven days a week if youâd let me.âÂ
âI know, Jungkook.â A real tinge of sadness creeps into the edges of your mind. You can imagine a world in which itâs just you and Jungkook, passing the time to Europa in an endless string of orgasms and increasingly athletic sexual positions on every surface of the ship as he finds new ways to get you off. You hear Yoongiâs voice chastising you again. Nobody actually gets what they want.
But your regrets quickly melt away the more you kiss him. His kisses are full of fire and desperation. If anything, he seems even more eager than he was this morning. The memory of him kneeling before you, begging to be inside you, is intoxicating.
âI owe you an orgasm,â he murmurs between kisses.Â
You can get on board with that plan. âMaybe we skip dinner,â you say as you start steering him toward the door.Â
He finds your zipper. âAww, but I worked so hard. I can get you off and we can still have time for dinner.â
Your hand stops his from pulling down the zipper any further. âJungkook, this is the lab.â
âSo?â Jungkook is too focused on running his hands up and down your hips and ass over your clothes.
âSoâŠâ you grab his hands to get his focus back on your face. âNamjoon said sleep pods only.â
There is more to it than that. Something about the lab feels particularly like a betrayal. But itâs hard to put into words.Â
âOh come on, he just doesnât want us on the cameras.â He starts guiding you by your hips toward the lab bench in the corner next to the door. âBut I know where all the camera blindspots are.â
âI donât knowâŠâ
âJust let me show you.â Continuing to kiss you, he slowly backs you up into the wall just to the right of the door. He leans his forearms on the wall above you, caging you against the wall in between the door and the lab counter. âPull out your tablet,â he commands.
The camera feed of the lab visible on your tablet appears to show an empty room. âSee,â he says, kissing your neck. âNo one here. Nothing to see.â
He picks you up and sets your ass on the edge of the lab bench. You like being manhandled by him more than you care to admit. He wiggles his eyebrows mischievously. âAnd this gets you to just the right heightâŠâ And then heâs dropping to his knees again.Â
âI donât knowâŠâ Your position up on the counter allows you to see out the window in the center of the lab door and out into the hallway. âWhat if someone sees us?â You want to sound concerned, but honestly the idea has you squeezing your legs together enthusiastically at the risk.Â
âThey canât see us from the main hall. Theyâd have to be coming into the lab.â Jungkookâs hand cups your jaw and turns your face back down to him. âWatch me.âÂ
God, heâs so hot. Muscular hands and large eyes fixed entirely on you.Â
âOkay, okay, but be quick about it.â You shuck your jumpsuit and underwear down your legs.Â
âYes, Maâam.â He starts tracing little circles with his fingers up one thigh and trailing soft kisses up the other. âYou remember when you were cutting my hair?â
âYesâŠ.â you groan as his fingers reach the very top of your thigh, just short of where you really want them.
âAnd you were pulling my hair and using it to get my head in just the right position?â
You nod, ability to speak temporarily suspended as his mouth reaches the tender skin where your thigh meets your hip.Â
âWell this is all Iâve been dreaming about since then. So feel free to hold on.â He scoots even closer on his knees, resting your legs on his shoulders and guiding your hands to his hair.Â
You weave your hands through his soft dark hair and he groans. Arousal floods through you at the sound, your body responding in kind to how turned on he is. And then he dives in.Â
He starts slow, but firm, no hesitation. Long slow strokes of his tongue around your clit, holding a steady rhythm.Â
âFuck,â you gasp. âHow are you perfect at this too?â
He chuckles, so self-satisfied. âIâm a fast learner. Now will you relax and stop thinking?â
And you give yourself permission to let your guard down. To close your eyes. To relax into the sensations, the pleasure, the slow steady build. Youâre so wet and open you barely notice when he slides a finger inside you, but you do jolt forward when he matches that steady pressure on your clit with internal pressure from his finger. Itâs so good, you moan out loud and grip his head tighter.
Your eyes remain tightly shut, but you can hear his grin as he groans. âIâm going to make you come so hard.â The pride in his voice, the pleasure, itâs irresistible.Â
And the pleasure builds and builds until it is overwhelming, almost beyond what you can tolerate, hands clenched in his hair for dear life, unsure if youâre trying to pull him off or press him in further. But the stubborn man holds his position, even as your hips buck against his face. âFuck, Jungkook, fuckâŠâÂ
And youâre breaking, shattering into pieces under his tongue and clenching hard around his fingers.Â
âUghâŠâ you groan, leaning your head back on the lab cabinet behind you. Your breathing slows as you calm down, fingers still tangled in Jungkookâs hair as you open your eyes.Â
Thereâs a face in front of yours when you open your eyes. His eyes are so dark that it takes you longer than it should to realize that they're not Jungkookâs eyes. Jungkook is still down on his knees as you process that the other man is standing in the hallway, watching you through the window.Â
âShit,â you gasp, yanking Jungkook away from you. âHoseokâŠâ
How long has he been there? How much did he see? Was he watching you? His gaze flicks up from where heâs been staring at the connection between you and Jungkook and meets your eyes. The intensity there is so overwhelming that itâs hard for you to make sense of it. Is it anger? Lust? Disgust? Then his eyes go wide as he realizes you see him and he disappears from view.
âNot exactly the name I was hoping youâd yell when you climaxed on my faceâŠâ Jungkook grumbles as he stands up and wipes his face on the sleeve of his jumpsuit.Â
âShit, sorry,â You reply as you frantically fight to get your clothes back on. âHe was here, he saw us. I have to go.â
âButâŠâ Jungkook gestures across the lab. âI brought dinner.â
âSorry,â is all you can manage before you race out into the hallway.Â
âHoseok!â you yell as you run down the corridor. âHoseok, come back!â
Heâs not in the kitchen. Heâs not on the bridge. âOfficer Jung, report your location,â you try on your radio, but receive only silence.Â
You are panting by the time you reach the sleep pods. The door to his is closed. âHoseok!â you shout as you bang on the door. âHoseok!â
You hear shuffling around inside the sleep pod and know heâs in there. âHoseok!â you yell, almost on the verge of tears. âHoseok, please talk to me.âÂ
The door opens just a crack, not enough to see him. âPlease, Hoseok, I need to talk to you,â you plead.Â
âI⊠I⊠canât.â he stammers. âI canât right now. Please. Just⊠just go away.â
Your stomach is full of lead as you shuffle into your own sleep pod next door and rest your head and arms against the wall, desperately trying to catch your breath.Â
He hates you. You disgust him. Youâve betrayed everything you stand for. Youâll never be able to work in the lab again.Â
A small knock on the door interrupts your thought spiral.Â
âHoseok?â you ask optimistically, scrambling to get up.Â
âNo, Jungkook again.â The hot ball of shame in your guts glows even brighter.Â
âIâm sorry, Jungkook, I canât right nowâŠâ If you see anyone else, youâre going to cry.
âI have dinner for you.â
âIâm sorry.â The idea of eating anything right now feels entirely impossible. âIâm not⊠Iâm not hungry.â
A long exhale comes from the other side of the door. âOkay, goodnight.â
You collapse to the floor of your sleep pod as the weight of all your shame and guilt and irresponsible choices crashes down upon you.Â
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Part 10 coming soon! Apologies for leaving it there, but I promise the next update will be done much faster than this one. Thank you very much to anyone and everyone still interested in this fic.
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Canât stop thinking about poly141 who get so wrapped up in their own bullshit they begin to neglect reader. So you leave đ€·đŒââïž
It wasnât a big deal at first. You understood that their jobs were intense to say the least. You own a bookshop, which in itself was exhausting, but you understood how they could get carried away with work.
You had excused the many delayed returned texts or missed FaceTime dates when they were deployed. When they came home, they almost always made it up to you. Showering you with attention and quality time.
But the past two returns home have been⊠different.
Usually at least one of them made a beeline to your shop or your loft if it was too late in the evening. You always held your breath when it was just one of them.
âTheyâre okay.â Was the usual answer. âEveryone made it back okay.â It was only then that you could melt into whoeverâs hands you were in.
After one of their recent returns home you had voice to Price that you didnât appreciate several days passing after they came back and no one had bothered to tell you. He had snapped. Arguing that a mission doesnât finish just because they land back on soil. There was paperwork and debriefing to be done. If and when they wanted to see you they would.
He didnât apologize until later. Crawling into your bed, using one of the keys you had given them. Blaming the stress. How they had almost lost Johnny for the reason of his outburst. What else could you do but forgive him?
So you had given them space after that one. Not holding it against them to decompress before seeing you.
The next time was the final straw. Solidifying how little they cared about you and how much power you had given them.
Johnny had come in around 7 one evening. He was dressed nicely, for civilian standards. You were reading a book on the couch when he had let himself in. You were wearing on of Simonâs sweatshirts and panties. He took you in for a moment before scooping you up.
He fucked you absolutely stupid. Adamant on having you cum on his tongue, his fingers and his cock. You were only able to bask in the afterglow of him filling you up before he started pulling his pants back on.
âWhat are you doing?â There were times that you would practically need a crow bar to get Johnny detached from you just long enough to relieve yourself. You had gotten many a UTI courtesy of Mr. John MacTavish.
âDinner with my family tonight.â He explained by the time he was already buttoning his shirt. âThe youngest just graduated and maâ feels the need to go all out.â Now came the tie. Johnny was actually wearing a tie. To go to dinner. âA fancy dinner in London.â He huffed. âMeanwhile Iâm out scufflinâ with bloody fuckinâ terrorists and I get a pat on the back.â He gave you a peck on the cheek before heading out the door. Promising to call you later.
You just sat in your bed. Still naked. Almost in shocked. He had fucked you and just⊠left. You were close to a panic attack as you called Simon.
Simon wasnât the one to cuddle and coddle. But there was something so soothing at the sound of his voice or even how his heavy body felt perfect laying on top of you. Yes. Simon wasnât the time to lift you up with words, but he was your own security blanket. Just having him close helped.
âCan you come over?â It wasn't unusal for Simon to be the one to come later in the evening. Insomnia was a bitch to deal with and you could sleep through the sounds of whatever he played on the tv. Most of the times you were content laying your head on his lap as he ran his hand along your head as if he were petting you. It was a bit cringe, but it knocked you out every time.
âWhatâs wrong?â He asked. The low timber of his voice already calming you.
âJohnny came over.â You sniffled. âHe just fucked me and left.â
âNot surprised.â He scoffed. You could almost see him rolling those deep brown eyes of his. âIf you wanted to cum, Iâm happy to come over and help.â
For whatever reason, that only seemed to make you more upset. âYouâre not listening.â You said, trying to spell it out for him. âHe left. Like didnât even stay and cuddle just left. Fucked me and left.â
âThatâs why youâre calling me crying about?â He almost seemed⊠annoyed.
âYes!â You said, nearly snapping. All of the tension from the last several months coming to the surface. âIâm not just a warm body to keep a bed cozy until you assholes decide you need to get one off.â Assholes. You called them assholes. âThis isnât what we agreed to.â
âJohnny is Johnny.â Simon tried to defend, not really caring to continue the conversation now knowing that you weren't in any sort of physical harm. âHe wanted his dick wet and from the sound of it, thatâs what he did. Donât hold it against him because he had other things to do.â
âItâs not just Johnny leaving.â Your throat felt like it was tightening. A telltale sign you were close to crying. Whether from sadness or anger you weren't entirely sure. âThe only time any of you want anything to do with me anymore is to fuck.â You missed date nights and lunches. You missed texting any and all of them about your day, about theirs. About new books. You had been trying for months to tell them over dinner one of your books got picked up. Yours was being traditionally published.
None of them had bothered to even try penciling you in.
âYou got yours.â You heard the popping of a can top. Simon was settling in for the night. Once he popped a top at home there was no getting him out. He wasn't coming for you. âI donât understand what youâre bitchinâ to me about. Yeah, in the beginning we indulged ya a bit? Dressed you up, took you out. But you should have known spreadinâ them legs of yours wouldnât end with one of us puttinâ a ring on your finger.â
You didnât know what to say. What could you say? These were the men that pursued you. Initially, individually, but when tensions became to much they offered a solution. All of them. Four times the attention, of the affection.
Four times the love.
But also four time the neglect. Four times the amount of heartbreak and disappointment. Loving all of them meant putting yourself in a position to let each of them hurt you in their own way and they had.
John's constant state of snapping at you as if you were one of his men.
Johnny swinging by as if you were just a fuck buddy. Not even bothering to give a peck before leaving.
Kyle essentially ignoring you for weeks now. Ghosting you for hours or having to cancel on date nights last minute or claiming that he really did forget that the two of you had planned to meet for lunch.
And now there was Simon. Telling you that all you meant to them was what was between your thighs.
Spreadin' them legs of yours wouldn't end with one of us puttin' a ring on your finger.
None of them ever intended on making this into something more. That much was clear now.
You didn't know what to say to Simon. You couldn't think of a witty retort. You couldn't find the proper insult to whirl his way. You couldn't convey just how much his words had hurt.
So you did the only thing you could.
You hung up.
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Common Knowledge
Pairing: Simon Basset x reader x Daphne Bridgerton
Requested by Anonymous
Summary: The staff at Clyvedon know to keep quiet about what they see
Smut!
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Saw your post. Would it be okay to request. Otto and Viserys. 4 and 21
Yes but do keep in mind I have not seen the show in full, I get my information from YouTube clips and so far what I know is...
Viserys: surrounded by idiots, need a vacation, very stressed, hella kinda biased, all in all a pretty nice guy but ya know...needs to pay more attention, he rates 7.5-8/10 on my DILF scale
Otto: asshole, manwhoređ mansplainđ manipulateđ
, I actually don't know a lot about him cause he's a cunt, but he is kinda handsome, he's a 6/10 (he loses a point for having a shitty personality)
Once again stating that I have not seen HotD!!! Also mobile Tumblr was being a bitch while I tried to finish this.
Moving forward
Council in Session
NO PLOT JUST SMUT! SPITROASTING WHILE HAVING A CASUAL CONVERSATION! CHEATING!
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I could feel my wrists losing circulation, the crimson silks binding my hands behind my back were tied almost too tight.
"My King." I whimpered, struggling against my restraints. Viserys gingerly trailed a finger down my spine before bringing his palm down onto the soft flesh of my bum.
âYou look so pretty all tied up for me. Come here, bend over." The king instructed, forcing me over a small table. I let out a gasp as the cool wood made my warm skin prickle in anticipation. A sharp knock echoed throughout the chamber causing me to jolt, Surely Viserys wouldnât allow anyone to interrupt this. âEnter.â Oh, maybe he would.Â
âYour grace.â The voice of Otto Hightower met my ears and a blush spread over my bare skin. Viserys crossed the room and greeted the man with a few hushed words. The Hand looked me over and nodded in approval before both men strolled towards me.Â
âGo ahead, take her mouth.â Viserys ordered, stepping behind me and stuffing his cock into my dripping cunt. âSuch a pretty little whore for us.â My jaw fell open allowing Otto to fill my mouth to the brim. I gagged slightly, adjusting to the size. A harsh smack landed on the sensitive flesh of my thigh causing a yelp to slip from my lips. Ottoâs hands tangled in my hair, pulling tightly at the roots.
"Make sure to keep that pretty mouth quiet, mmm? We need to have important issues to discuss and we can't have you disrupting us." The King purred, rolling his hips into mine.
I struggled to keep quiet, focusing on giving pleasure to the two men who were now discussing affairs of court as they used me relentlessly.
By the time the conversation had steered to a more casual topic, I was too fucked out to hear anything in complete sentences. The last coherent string of words I could make out was something along the lines of: "finish her off." It seemed I was correct as I soon found myself being fucked into the table, the wood digging harshly into my hips. I allowed myself to become more vocal, moaning around Otto's length. I felt Viserys' hips stutter as I fluttered my walls around him. With the overwhelming pleasure, my impending orgasm was inevitable. I toppled over the edge, Viserys and Otto following suit.
After a moment I found myself able to move freely and quickly stood to retrieve my robe. Covering myself with the material, I silently bid farewell to the two men. Navigating the keep was easier now, I had to learn my way so I didn't get caught. Silently I slipped into the chambers I shared with my husband. I gently laid myself next to him, admiring his silver hair and pale skin, if only he'd pay me the attention he does his niece, maybe I wouldn't feel the need to seek comfort from his brother during late-night council meetings.
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Could you write a smut story of Valentino punishing the reader for refusing to service a customer to which he deals with himself, exploiting the situation and recording his punishment to the reader<3 (you do NOT have to do this.)
It's ok, anon, it's Hazbin Hotel, and I know what Valentino is like. I'm ok with doing this. EVERYONE BE ADVISED THAT I DONT CONDONE THESE ACTIONS IN REAL LIFE, AND IF THIS IS HAPPENING TO YOU IN REAL LIFE, PLEASE GET HELP. I DIDN'T FOLLOW THIS EXACTLY BUT I HOPE YOU LIKE IT ANON
WARNINGS: PROSTITUTION, CHOKING, SMUT, SPANKING, ABUSE, DUB-CON, EXHIBITIONISM, TOXIC LOVE, SMOKING, CHARACTER DEATH, VALENTINO SUCKS BUT ALSO IS PROTECTIVE, AFTERCARE!!!!!
THANK YOU VALENTINO
Y/n pov
I fiddled nervously outside of the porn studio. Yesterday was not a good day. While I usually stayed on the pole, last night Val had decided to pimp me out to a very rich client. It wasn't like I hadn't been prostituted before, working for Valentino prepared me for almost anything, but this client had started pushing the limit of what I was comfortable with. At first I'd tried to push through it, a few new bruises would be nothing new, but when he'd started to choke me to the point where my consciousness started to slip, or when he drove his claws so far into my skin I was afraid I'd bleed out fight or flight kicked in and I pushed the demon off me and ran. Last night my phone was ringing non-stop, angry texts and voicemails of Valentino screaming and cursing me out in Spanish took up most of the night, the rest of it being spent cleaning the blood from my skin. And now here I stood, debating going in to face the moth demon's wrath, oh who was I kidding, all the cameras had probably already alerted Vox who had told Val, there was no way I would escape today unscathed. I walked into the studio, hanging my head slightly. It didn't take long to find Valentino, he was occupying an empty filming room, lounging lazily on the directors chair, a cloud of red smoke engulfing him.
"There you are, cariño. You had me worried, not answering any of my texts." He cooed, standing gracefully before striding over to me. "Now tell me, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED LAST NIGHT!?!?!" He roared, one of his hands flying up to squeeze my face roughly.
"I'm sorry Val, but--"
"What is this?" He growled, as he held up a piece of paper that had materialized out of thin air.
"A contract..." I whimpered.
"Yes cariño, a contract, such a smart girl. It's a contract that you signed, and it says I OWN YOU! SO WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKNING DENYING A CLIENT?!?!" He snarled, raising his hand and bringing it down across my cheek.
"I'm sorry Valentino, it won't happen again." I cried, clutching my stinging cheek. Valentino's scowl turned into a saccharine smile as he reached for his belt and quickly unbuckled it.
"No, it won't, and you are going to make it up to that client, because he paid me a lot of money for you. Strip!" He barked. I quickly scrambled to shed my clothes. Valentino watched carefully eyeing ever inch of flesh. "Stop!" He said suddenly. I froze, looking up at the overlord with teary eyes.
"W-what?"
Valentino, slowly approached me and ran his fingers over the angry red marks, large bruises and deep puncture wounds left behind by his client. He reached for the scarf that was still wrapped around my neck and pulled it away, revealing the deep blue bruises in the shape of fingertips that wrapped around my neck.
"Over the bed amor." He ordered as he stalked towards a wall filled with various devices of sexual torture. I watched with anxiety as he pulled down a gag and flogger. I opened my mouth instantly and allowed him to slip in the gag. Valentino smiled and gently patted my head before opening the door and letting in the client from last night.
"I hope this is worth my time Valentino, after what that slut pulled last night I'm debating taking my business elsewhere." The sinner growled. Valentino's smile tightened, oh he was "angry" angry. I whimpered behind the gag, drawing the attention to me.
"Oh trust me, this will be worth it." Valentino purred, schooling his smile back to calm. I held my breath as he came up behind me. He raised the flogger and brought it down on my ass and I screamed feeling the sting of the leather. Valentino was ruthless with his strikes, I wouldn't be able to sit properly for days. I wasn't sure how long the flogging went on but by the time he finished tears were streaming down my face and drool dripped down my chin. Valentino pushed his trousers down and thrust himself inside me without warning. I screamed, clenching around his cock as reached around and undid the gag, letting it fall to the sheets below me.
"F-fuck Val~" I whined, clutching the sheets in my fingers.
"Apologize!" Valentino hissed.
"I'm so--"
"Not you!" He cut me off, rolling his hips against mine. "Apologize to my pet." Valentino ordered the client, who was currently fisting his cock to the show. My cunt spasmed as I came around him.
"W-what?" He sputtered, his face turning red. "Why the fuck should I apologize to the little slut, I paid for her!"
"I don't like when people damage my pets. Apologize." He snarled as he painted my insides with his release.
"Fine! I'm sorry. Fuck, I'm taking my business elsewhere." The sinner huffed. Valentino pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants and striding towards the demon.
"Oh no you're not, I hope you enjoyed the little show, it's the last thing you'll see." Val growled, pulling out a gun and shooting the demon right between his eyes. I screamed as the demon fell to the ground. Valentino quickly dropped the gun and raced towards me. "Shh, it's ok amor, lets get you cleaned up."
"O-ok." I whimpered, as he swept me into his arms.
"What do you say cariño?"
"Thank you, Valentino." I hummed, as my eyelids fluttered.
"Good girl."
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Valentino x reader, Im obsessed with his wings but imagine him being possessive and wrapping his wings around his girlfriend as she cockwarms him while he directs a video so others can hear her struggling to hold in her moans but canât see them
This scratched some special itch in my brain.
Pairing: Valentino x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut. cockwarming, moaning, public sex, teasing, dirty talk, name-calling, possessiveness, biting
Word count: 0.4k
A/N: I can't fix him, no one can, but a lot of people wanna ride him.
This was technically still work for you. It was work in public, on set but still work. It wasn't the first time you did anything with Valentino in front of others while at the Studio. But this time you were supposed to keep it quiet because he too was working still.
"If you can't handle five cocks at once then what the FUCK am I paying you for?!" Valentino barked out in frustration at the current star. His cock twitched inside you, which made you bite your cheek. You couldn't disrupt the production.
You were only there to ease his frustration, which only seemed to be building rather than going away. His palms ran impatiently over your legs, spreading them more but still keeping your body hidden from view with his wings.
"You ain't doing your job either. Unlike her you only have the one. You do such a good job on set, why can't you do the same for me now?" He bit your neck lightly, the prickling of his teeth making your pussy quiver and drip on his cock. "That's better. If only everyone could be a good slut like you."
"Thank you for your compliment, Val, sir." His praise was as heart fluttering as his insults.
His long fingers slid across your pussy, pressing against what little of his cock you couldn't fit in. Up to your clit where they stayed, teasing, rubbing and pinching, each motion making your hips jerk upwards and grind back down.
"Keep your voice down. Everyone here already knows what a good cockwhore you are for me, you don't need to vocalize it." You loved when you couldn't tell if he was insulting or parsing you, it didn't matter either, not when his cock was hitting you so deep, so perfect and just for you. "You're not listening again. Look around, you're gonna make everyone come if you don't quiet down." Your eyes fluttered around, catching the eyes of a few demons, some with erections, some rubbing their thighs together, some with wide drooling, grins, some with their hand moving in their pants. "I know you enjoy the spotlight but you're not the current star of this show. They are." Valentino turned your head back to the demon being fucked on set. Your eyes met briefly before you heard them come. "It's their job to take care of others. The only cock you need to pay attention to is mine."
"Yes, Val, I only... need you to make me feel good." You braced yourself against him as you felt him empty his cum up into your womb, your head spinning with orgasmic pleasure that you had to keep to yourself.
"Good girl." Valentino nuzzled against the side of your head. "What are you jerkoffs looking at? Back. To. Work." He clapped his hands against your thighs as everyone got back into place for another round of filming.
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Pairing: daddy!john b x little!reader x papa!jj
Warnings: age regression, some cursing
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You were standing before the entrance of the country club, hands shaking and tears forming in your eyes while you call John B, anxiously waiting for him to pick up.
Just seconds later you hear him on the other line. "Hey baby..." He trails off, waving JJ over to him as he hears you starting to sob instantly. He puts you on speaker, trying to calm you down. "Baby, breathe. Are you hurt?"
"N-No..." You sniffle and both boys sigh in relief.
"Okay, can you tell me what's going on?" He asks, JJ pulling his hat off while pacing back and forth, desperate to know what or who made his girl upset.
"I-I was servin' one of the guests and-and he was bein' weird and tw- tried to touch me! I was bein' nice and told him not to...b-but later my boss came to me and fired me bee! Didn't do anythin' wrong-" You sob, hoping nobody hears you right now and he could hear your speech slurring a little and knows you're fighting to not slip in public.
"Mother-" JJ starts and John B gives him a warning glare, sending him off to get the keys for the Twinkie.
"It's okay, bun. Where are you right now?" He sounds calm but also he was boiling with anger, knowing that creep probably told your boss some shit, threatened or bribed him to fire you just because you told him no.
"M'outside before the entrance..."
"Alright, stay there. Me and papa are on our way, 'kay?" You didn't answer but John B knows you were nodding your head.
As soon as JJ was sure you weren't on the phone he started cursing and ranting while getting in the drivers side of the van. "I swear- imma beat the shit outta that asshole. How dare he? Fucking kooks-"
John B tunes him out, more focused on texting you to make sure you're alright and keeps you updated on how far away they are.
Soon enough they spot you standing before the country club, hugging yourself sadly. John B quickly goes to the back and slides the door open, jumping out to embrace you.
He scoops you up, getting back in the Twinkie he slides the door close before sitting down and cradles you in his arms. He brushes the strains of hair that stuck to your wet cheeks to the side, looking down at you with a comforting smile.
"M'sorry-" your bottom lip quivers and you went to hide your face in his chest.
"Hey, you don't have to be sorry at all. It's not your fault, okay? Neither of us are mad at you." He assures you, wiping the one tear from your cheek that slipped. "Right, JJ?"
"Huh- oh hell yea! We're proud of you for standin' up for yourself, cupcake. If something like that ever happens again you have my full permission to slap that person." JJ says catching you smiling a little through the review mirror, giving you a wink.
John B just rolls his eyes but doesn't say anything as your giggling at JJ's antics was better than seeing you cry. As much as he's the more responsible one he can't deny that he wishes you spat in that creeps face. Anyway, it was a shit job either way.
Maybe he can talk to Mr. Heyward about giving you a mini job.
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ê„ â Found Someone Better / The End Of An Era
Artists â Jake x Neytiri x fem!avatar!reader
Genre â Chapter One
Lyrics â The beautiful relationship you use to have with your mates in the beginning has become loveless. Their horrible treatment toward you drove you into making the hardest decision of your life: running away.
Music Advisory â Pre-Atwow, Angst, hurt w/o comfort, sprinkles of fluff (with Loâak), ooc Jake, ooc Neytiri, dying marriage (that ends in implied divorce/breakup) implied/light scenes of domestic violence, implied emotional/physical abuse, mentions of manhandling, controlling!Jake, mean!Jake, mean!Neytiri, implied neglect, Kids are aged-down: Tuk - 1 / Loâak, Kiri, and Spider - 7 /Neteyam - 8
Some of the topics above are considered triggering to some. If you donât agree with any of the content above or it makes you uncomfortable please dni! Youâre responsible for your own consumption!
Duration â 4.3k
Index â âitan - son / yawntutsyĂŹp - darling / mawey - calm
Words From Artist â The first chapter of the series is finally here! Iâm so excited to start this series because this idea has been brewing for a while! This story will take you on an emotional roller coaster so grab some tissues, get ready to be upset at certain situations, smile at the happy moments, and smirk during the spicy scenes! I hope yâall enjoy and always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading yâall reactions! With that being said let the story begin!!
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As you sit in front of the cooking fire, stirring the pot of food youâre serving for lunch, you look up and see Neytiri sitting on Jakeâs lap as they work on weaving a blanket together. Their laughs echo through the room and you can see them stealing kisses from each other every few minutes which makes you roll your eyes in annoyance. You havenât always felt this way about your mates, your heart wasn't always filled with hate from how affectionate they are towards each other, but over the years this is what your relationship has gradually become: them being in their own world while you sit on the sidelines feeling alone.
In the beginning of your relationship, you felt love from them, probably Neytiri more than Jake, but nonetheless it was present. When you made the decision to become their mate, you left the comfort of the lab and fully emerged yourself into the Naâvi lifestyle and that included the soul transfer to permanently become one with your Avatar body. You loved being a scientist, but you loved being with your spouses more, so you put that aspect of your life on hold to explore a deeper relationship with them.
You knew they had an established relationship prior to you coming into the picture, and you were fine with that because they were always loving and kind towards you, but now theyâre too consumed with each other to show you any sort of affection. When you first started noticing Jake and Neytiri not wanting to wanting to intimate with you, you assumed it was because they were stressed or tired from their duties as Oloâeyktan and Tsakarem, plus having to take care of four entergetic children. However, one day while you were walking in the forest, collecting fruits to prepare as a side dish for lunch, you witnessed Jake and Neytiri having sex in a clearing of grass, his hands gripped tightly around her waist as he thrusted into her from behind as moans of pleasure spilled from Neytiriâs lips.
Watching your mates indulge in acts of sexual pleasure without you made you feel a tinge of pain that was indescribable. Knowing that your partners, the people who were supposed to love you the most, no longer saw you as sexually appetizing and felt the need to sneak around made your stomach turn into knots. Deep down you always felt like you should say something, tell them that you caught them during their private rendezvous, but you decided to keep quiet because you didnât want a conflict to arise and make your living situation worse than it currently is.
No matter how hard you thought about it and replayed all the memories in your head about different stages of your relationship, you could never figure out when or why their love for you faded. Sometimes you would think about separating from them and moving on with your life, but you tolerated their behavior because of your children, not wanting them to grow up in a broken home.
While grinding a few herbs to season your food with, you hear the sound of small feet running in the marui, making a small creep on your face, already knowing who it could be. âMama!â Loâak shouts in excitement while he runs up to you and wraps his arms around your neck, happy to see you after a long day.
âHi, baby, how was your day?â You ask as you plant a kiss on his cheek, wanting to hear everything about his day so far. Loâak was your biological son, you gave birth to him a year after Neytiri had Neteyam. Loâak is your pride and joy, when you gave birth to him you felt like he was your physical heart on display. Knowing that this little boy came from your womb made you want to be the best mother to him, so thatâs what youâve done ever since he took his first breath.
When Loâak opens his mouth, ready to give you a spiel about his day, Jakeâs voice begins to bounce off the walls of the marui, already deciding to start a sense of chaos. âLoâak! Stop talking and go do your chores around the house!â
âBut I was-â
âNow, boy! Donât talk back to me!â Loâakâs ear flattens against his head and the light of excitement in his eyes dims. When he was on the way home, he was compiling so many stories together in his head, so many things happened and he couldnât wait to tell you every second of it, so when his father denies him the chance, it makes him deeply upset.
You donât like seeing Loâak like this, a downcast expression and sad eyes, so you decide to pull him closer to you so you could tell him something that you know for sure would lift his spirits. âDonât be sad, âitan. When you finish, me and you will go out and Iâll take you to your favorite pond to play in.â You could tell heâs back in his happy boyish mood when his frown turns into a smile and his head pops up from him staring at the ground. âOkay!â He replies in the quietest tone possible before running off to his chores so you both can go on your adventure.
When you watch him disappear to another part of the marui, Kiri and Neteyam greet you with a hug and a few kisses, telling you how much they missed you and how they were ready to come home. Once they finish talking to you they start playing in the center of the room which makes your eyebrow raise in a confused manner, wondering why their father hasnât sent them to complete their current duties around the house like their younger brother. âJake, why arenât they doing anything?â
ââCause they donât need to, theyâre fine.â His harsh tone doesnât phase you, heâs used it one too many times before, so you're used to it by now. Jake has always treated Loâak differently than the rest of the children, no matter how much Loâak tried to get his father to interact with him, he would always decline. He showed his other children more love and affection, taking them out to play and carving them wooden toys, but for Loâak, he didnât do any of those things and sometimes not even your other mate. It never made sense to you why he or Neytiri treat Loâak that way, heâs such a sweet and innocent boy and he doesnât deserve that type of treatment. Since theyâre emotionally negligent, you always make it your mission to pour love and affection into Loâakâs life to fill in the areas they lack.
Instead of telling Jake how you feel about his way of handling things, you just sit back and bite your tongue, not wanting to start an argument with the kids in the room. All you could do is shake your head at his cold demeanor and how Neytiri is just sitting there like what just happened is okay. When Jake turns his attention from you and looks back toward Neytiri, you can see his facial expression soften; he looks more calm with Neytiri, he acts as if sheâs his only mate, the only love of his life and thatâs what makes you want to scream and cry at the same time. Just seeing them interact with each other makes you wonder how the hell your once loving relationship turned into this.
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Jake and Neytiri took the older kids into the village so they could go to their young warrior training to learn and practice the basics about Naâvi life. Therefore, youâre currently home taking care of Tuk, watching her walk around the marui while babbling in her baby language that only she can understand. The sun starts to set and you see Tuk starting to get sleepy, little yawns coming from her mouth as her tiny hands rub her eyes. âIs my little one tired?â You ask as you scoop her up off the floor and cradle her in your arms. She responds to your question with a cute nod, looking up at you with her big golden eyes making your heart melt. You lay her gently down in her wooden crib before pulling her woven blanket over her and kissing her goodnight.
When you close the privacy curtain to the makeshift doorway, you see your family walking inside. Your eyes focus on how Jake has his hand wrapped around the back of Loâakâs neck, making you wonder whatâs going on between them. When Jake roughly lets go of him, Loâak runs to you with tears in his eyes, making your protective instincts arise. âWhatâs wrong, âitan?â You bend down to his eyes level, wanting to figure out what was the cause of his tears. When you see a few drops of clear liquid trickle down his face, you take your thumb and wipe under his eyes. âTalk to me, yawntutsyĂŹp. Tell me whatâs bothering you.â
âMe and Ne-Neteyam were taking turns shooting the bow he made and when it was m-my turn, I broke it. It was an accident, but dad got mad and yelled at me.â As he tells you what happened, he sniffles in between every few words, his chest rises from trying to stifle his tears, and by looking at how his tail is tightly curled behind his body, you could tell what happened between him and his father frightened him.
You immediately pull him into your embrace, wrapping your arms around his body so you could soothe him, wanting to make him feel safe and comfortable. âMawey, itâs okay, Loâak. I know you didnât mean to break it and your father does too, he just⊠gets angry sometimes.â You rub his back, letting his head rest on your shoulder so he could relax. While continuing to calm Loâak down, you see Jake sitting at the wooden table working on something thatâs related to his duties. Clearly he could see how upset Loâak was and he just sat there as if nothing was happening.
Watching Loâak come to you with tears in his eyes and viewing Jake treat Loâak roughly made an anger thatâs been building up for years beg to be released. Youâve been wanting to give Jake a piece of your mind for a long time and tonight youâre finally pissed enough to make your feelings known. âGo in your room and wait for me. Iâll come in a little bit okay?â Loâak nods his head in response and before he turns to walk away, you kiss his forehead and let him know that you love him.
Seeing you send Loâak to bed made Neytiri follow suit, deciding to walk Neteyam and Kiri into their sleeping area, giving you the perfect opportunity to talk to your so called husband. âJake, I need to talk to you.â
The man wasnât in any mood to converse, especially when heâs in the middle of creating new trade strategies, so when he hears your statement he grumbles under his breath before deciding to respond, barely giving you a sliver of his attention. âWhat?â
âIâve tried to stick this marriage out for as long as I can, but I canât do it anymore. I want out of this, Jake.â
When the sentence falls into the air, Jakeâs face scrunches up and his eyebrows raise. He doesnât like a thing you just said, so when it finally registers in his mind, he abruptly stops what he was doing and walks over to you. âLeave? Youâre not leaving this marriage, we are mated for life!â He growls, towering over your frame that was smaller compared to his. He wasnât going to let you leave because if you left, the clan would look at him as insufficient, not being good enough to keep his mate and he wasnât going to let you ruin his reputation.
âWhy not? You and Neytiri donât even show me any attention anymore, you both act as if I mean nothing! You do everything together and nothing with me and Iâm not going to stay in a dead marriage!â You shout at him, causing Neytiri to come out and see what was going on. âAnd I donât appreciate how you treat Loâak, Iâm not going to keep letting you be mean and rude towards our child!â
âMean?â He scoffs as if you offended him by your remark, his tail begins to thrash behind him as he bares his teeth. âYouâre lucky I even got you pregnant! If I wasnât drunk that night you wouldnât even have him!â At this particular time in your marriage Jake had recently started falling out of love with you, the only way he could stomach having sex with you âwhen it was happeningâ was drinking a few cups of fermented fruit beforehand and on the night of conception there was a clan celebration so he indulged in hefty amounts of alcohol. âI didnât even want a child with you, I just fucked up one night.â Jake doesnât have any empathy for how his actions affected you, past or present. His face holds zero emotion and in his twisted mind, he doesnât see anything wrong with his actions.
When his confession resonates, it finally clicks. The reason he treats Loâak like shit is because he didnât even want him. Knowing that the man you loved didnât want to create a child with you like you always thought he did makes your chest tighten with feelings of anger. Not only does that piss you off, but the fact that he happily gave Neytiri two children makes your head spin. âYou bastard, I canât fuckinâ believe you!â The volume of your voice raises as you place your hand on Jakeâs chest, shoving him to try and release some of the raging aggression that was coursing through your body.
Before you can speak another word or angrily put your hands on Jake again, Neytiri stands in front of you, putting space between you and Jake. âDonât touch him!â She hisses, now placing her hands on your chest, giving you a subtle threat. Youâre taken aback at Neytiri being fierce toward you, not understanding why sheâs upset with you and not with Jake. By her not reacting, it only means one thing: she knew about what he had done.
âDid you know Jake felt that way? Were both of you in fuckinâ cahoots or something?!â You hiss back at her and show your fangs, giving her the same energy sheâs emitting. You canât believe she would do something like this, you could see Jake doing something like this, but Neytiri being a co-conspirator makes everything hurt ten times worse.
While youâre spewing insults at Neytiri, Jakeâs blood starts boiling. He has already been fed up with you, but now since you are going at Neytiri, he decides that heâs finally sick of you and your âdramaticsâ as he calls them. He places himself in front of you and grabs your chin, pressing his fingers into your skin, tilting your head upward so you could look him in the eye. âIâm gonna say this one time and itâll be my last. You are not leaving this marriage, you will stay in this house, and take care of your son.â His callous fingers are digging into your skin, making your skin crawl with fear, worried about what he might do next.
âAnd donât you ever talk back to me, Iâm your Oloâeyktan and you will show me some damn respect!â He speaks through gritted teeth, and his eyes fill with a mix of disgust and aggression. The more he talks, the more he squeezes your face, making your lips pucker out. âYou got that?â You nod your head as much as you could, not wanting to be defiant because youâre scared he might hit you like heâs done in the past. When Jake lets his anger get the best of him or he comes home from drinking with the warriors, he would take his frustrations out on you, always leaving you with a bruise or two and sometimes worse depending on his mood.
When heâs satisfied with your response he roughly releases you, pushing you against the wall of the marui. He doesnât say another word, he just walks to another part of the marui with Neytiri trailing behind him. When they walk out of your line of sight, you release a breath you didnât know you were holding, followed by silent sobs. You donât know how you got into this situation, trapped in a loveless relationship and feeling confined in the walls of your own home, but you were going to get yourself out of it by any means necessary.
As your warm tears continue to flow, creating liquid stains on your bra top, you hear the sound of a privacy curtain open. âMama, Are you okay?â When Loâakâs voice rings through your ears, you hurriedly wipe your tears and force a happy expression on your face, not wanting him to see you in a saddened and distraught state.
You look up and see him peeking his head out the makeshift doorway which makes you chuckle at how cute he looks. âYes, Iâm fine, âitan. Come here.â You beckon and he comes walking toward you and sits on your lap. âHow about I let you stay up a little longer tonight and I take you to play in the pond like I promised?â You ask while lightly poking his stomach, making Loâak erupt with giggles.
âYayyy!â He stands up excitedly, grabbing your hand and pulling your arm so you can stand up. You stand up and you begin to walk with him to the nearby pond thatâs a few feet away from the marui. Once you get close enough, Loâak unravels his hand from yours and runs into the pond at full speed, splashing around in the water as his eyes filled with amazement as the bioluminescent fish swim around his feet. Seeing the smile etched on his face helps you make one of the toughest decisions youâve ever made. You know it will be difficult, but it needs to be done, before matters escalate into something you canât control.
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After that night with Jake, you started being more submissive than usual, doing anything and everything Neytiri and Jake ask while you waited for the argument to blow over. It took lots of self control and restraint to bite your tongue and not say anything to them but you kept your eyes on the prize.
Itâs now a few weeks later and theyâve completely forgotten about the whole argument, which means itâs the perfect time for you to take Loâak and leave the forest. Youâre sitting in the center of the marui, finishing up a newly woven blanket for Tuk while allowing the paste to dry on the handcrafted necklaces you made for Neteyam, Kiri, and Spider. When you finish the last stitch you hold up the blanket, admiring how nice the pattern came out. While looking at the blanket your eyes wander to the child sized jewelry on the floor next to you, making a saddened sigh leave your lips at the thought of these physical items will be how each of them will remember you. These pieces you made are special, the last gift the four of them will receive from you before you leave. You want to say goodbye to them in person, but you know that if you see their sad faces and tear filled eyes, you wonât be able to leave. All of them see you as their mother and you treat them as if theyâre your biological children because thatâs how much they mean to you.
You gather the gifts and place them on the wooden table along with two letters, one for the kids and one for Jake and Neytiri. The letter for the children contains heartfelt messages, telling them how much you love them and how you know that one day Eywa will guide them to wherever you decide to make you and Loâakâs new home. The letter to your now ex-mates is the complete opposite. You tell them how youâre tired of being treated like you hold no value, like the scum of the planet. All the built up emotions you felt over the years: invalidated, ignored, forgotten, and every negative emotion they made you feel you poured into your writing, wanting them to know how much pain and suffering theyâve caused you. You ended the letter with telling them that they can now have a happy live together with just the two of them because youâre done with them.
Looking at each object on the table makes everything feel more real, you were finally breaking yourself free from the restraints of Jake and Neytiri. Youâre scared you might not be making the right decision, scared that everything wouldnât be greener on the other side if you leave. You donât know where Loâak and you are going to live yet, but youâre planning on flying in whatever direction the wind takes you.
As you notice the sun hiding behind the horizon you start packing essentials for the journey along with different keepsakes to remind you of your time with the Omatikaya. You pack quickly, wanting to leave before Jake and Neytiri come back home with Neteyam, Kiri, and Tuk. âLoâ come on! We have to go!â You explained to Loâak yesterday that you both are going to leave and at first, he was sad, he didnât want to leave his siblings, grandmother, or Spider, but when you explained that it would be better for you both to leave, he was able to understand in the best way a seven-year old could.
When you hear movement, you assume itâs Loâak, so you turn around but your eyes land on Moâat which makes you nervous. You know sheâs already witnessed you packing your things, so you stand up, trying to come up with an excuse, but before you speak, she puts her hand up, stopping you from conjuring up a lie. âI already know.â A few days ago she was given a vision from Eywa that you were leaving and Moâat was here to settle your mind and tell you where you should make your new home.
âMoâat, I donât want to leave but I have to. I canât handle the mistreatment and suffering anymore and I donât want that to trickle down to Loâak.â As you continue explaining the reason behind your decision Moâat nods with soft eyes, understanding why you feel compelled to leave. There have been multiple instances where you came to Moâatâs marui in the middle of the night, riddled with bruises and fresh tears running down your face from a heated argument that turned physical with Jake and Neytiri. She hates that you had to endure their cruel treatment when youâre nothing but a good mate to them, so she is glad that you are finally leaving, even though she would miss you and Loâak.
âI understand, âite, I will help you leave if that is what you wish.â Moâat places her hand on your shoulder, taking in your presence since she knows that this will be the last time sheâll see you for a long time.
âI donât know where me and Loâak should go. I want to leave in a few hours before everyone comes home, but I donât know where to go. Pandora is so vast and I want to go somewhere that would be far away.â
âI know the perfect place for you to go. The Metkayina are Reef Naâvi and live in the Eastern Seas. If you travel beyond the sea you will find them and they will allow you to seek uturu among them. The journey will be long so I will help you prepare.â Moâat begins to help you pack as she goes into detail about the people you will meet, what you will see, and most of all what to expect when you and Loâak arrive at Awa'atlu.
â
After saying your goodbyes to Moâat, exchanging words and hugs filled with love, you and Loâak make your way to the large tree where your ikran resides. âHello, Hufwe.â You smile softly as you pet the creature, letting it rub its head against your skin. Once your ikran calms itself, you begin to strap your belongings along its back. âWe must leave the forest and go far away.â You make Tsaheylu, connecting your queues and letting your ikran feel your emotions, hoping by making the connection, it would feel your sense of urgency about leaving.
Hufweâs wings began to gain momentum and flap slowly, preparing itself for the journey ahead. You pick Loâak up and place him on the ikranâs back before jumping up and sitting behind him. Once you and Loâak were in a comfortable position you wrap a blanket around your bodies so you donât get cold while flying. âLetâs go, Hufwe.â You pat the side of her neck, urging her to spread her wings and fly off into the almost nightly sky. In a blink of an eye you realize that you were soaring high in the clouds, so high that you could see the Hallelujah mountains, the place you used to reside in with your mates.
As you watch the forest grow smaller and smaller you could feel tears begin to blur your vision. You hate to leave the forest, but you know that this move is what you need to keep you and your son safe from the evils of Jake and Neytiri. Knowing that you could start a new life, have a fresh start, and give Loâak a better quality of life are the most important things to you right now that it makes uprooting your life worth it. Now things can get better, since youâre free from Jake and Neytiri, and maybe you'll have the chance to find someone better.
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rafe meeting shy readerâs parents for the first time
im thinking of right after... âĄ
truth be told, you had been really nervous about the whole thing. rafe was a great boyfriend to you, but sometimes a bit too blunt. you worried your parents might not like him as much as you do, that they might not be okay with your new relationship.
and though you now understood that there was no force in the world that could keep you away from him, you still wanted your parents to like him. which, of course, they did. he charmed them easily, bringing a bottle of their favorite red and flowers for your home. he struck up easy conversation with your dad about business and how lovely your house was with your mom.
all in all, perfect. while your parents loaded the dishwasher, you excused the two of you, insisting you needed to give rafe some of his stuff back from upstairs.
when you get him into your bedroom, you close the door, pushing him against it and leaning in for a hot kiss. you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down and against you, tongues wet against each other, with your biting down on his lip until he pulls away.
"hey, hey. easy. they're right down there."
"i don't care," you mumble, lovestruck. you pull him in again, mind going completely blank except for a want to keep rafe's lips on yours. he manhandles you a little, pushing away from the door to at least get further into your bedroom.
he only gets you pushed against another wall, legs wrapping themselves around rafe's waist automatically, pressing yourself against him in a way that has him concerned.
"woah, woah, hold on, kid. we're going back down for dessert, can't have it obvious-"
"who cares about dessert?" you protest, and you look up at him with your pretty eyes filled with lust, chest heaving in the pretty sundress he'd been admiring all night. you're flushed and warm, overcome with a wanting for rafe that needed to be satisfied now, though you're even a little confused yourself where it stemmed from.
"really? you wanna fuck with your parents downstairs?"
"is that so wrong? we do it at tannyhill.."
"no one's around at tannyhill. c'mon, calm down. i don't need them hatin' me already. they just started likin' me."
you sigh a breath of protest, shoulders falling, but you don't complain. you still stalk back up, close to your boyfriend, putting your hands on his shoulders, looking up with your swollen lips and fluttery eyes.
"i knew they'd like you. y'know, i like you too.. a lot."
"yeah, kid. i can tell."
"i jus' wanna show you how much i like you, s'all." your words are becoming a little slurred, eyes a little dazed, lips a little pouty. you lean up for another kiss, gentle this time, moaning into his mouth while your nails grip rafe's arm through his pressed button up.
"c'mon baby. you're gonna get me in trouble," rafe says when he pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. he can make out the sound of the faucet shutting, the fridge opening to retrieve the cake you'd made earlier.
"not if we're quick, right?" you rake your nailsâfreshly done today, pink and pretty just how he likesâagainst rafe's chest. "and i can be quiet... right?" you lean in again, pressing a hot kiss to rafe's jaw. "no one has to know-"
in hindsight, it was a mistake letting himself get swayed by you like this. he blamed your boldness this time, usually too shy to ask for what you want, just relying on rafe to give it to you. but he's still a man, one madly in loveâat thatâand he doesn't think he can resist you if he tries.
rafe ends up in a position he's not used toâlying on his back on your soft, sweet-smelling sheets, against a pillow and next to a stuffed teddy. you're on top, your dress hiked up and panties yanked to the side. the top is pushed down just enough to show him your tits, one of his ringed fingers teasing your nipple while the other guides your hips.
you're close already, he can tell, the way your entire body trembles, how you're biting your lip so hard it's about to bleed to keep yourself silent. besides for the sound of his skin slapping against yours and your whimpers, the room is silent. it's not gonna take much, but he decides to give it to you anyways.
his grip tightens, thrusting up and fucking into you hard, controlling the pace. your hands which had been lying flat on his chest to hold yourself up, were abandoned to cover your mouth instead, his eyes glued to where he was sliding inside of you.
"c'mon, kid. fuck. you wanted it, didn't ya? gotta be quick, then. shit." you clench around his dick, a strangled moan escaping your lips. he has half a mind to push your face into the mattress and fuck you from behind, but it's gonna have to wait.
you're getting close. he's getting close. another second of rafe fucking you like this, with you on top but still having no control, hitting that spot inside you that makes you see stars and have your eyes rolling back. you're so close you can taste it, gushing around his dick and knowing he's gonna fill you up with the way he goes faster, until you hear a knock on the door.
"honey? rafe? dessert's ready."
"god! m'coming!"
ten minutes later, you're eating chocolate cake with rafe's cum spilling out of you, probably dripping down your thigh and making a mess. his hair is a mess, your lips swollen. you catch his eye while he's shoving cake in his mouth and neither of you can hold back your laughter.
your parents haven't noticed anything yet, but you can't make eye contact with them for a week after.
but it was definitely worth it.
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Perfect Family
Yandere famous musician cheater husband oc x Famous actress wife reader
Warning: cheating , mention of divorce, pregnancy, body shaming, suicide attempt, sexual activity, forced affection, forced breeding, mention of blood and murder, angst, supernatural, noncon, rape.
Authors note: hope you guys would like this!!
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You were the most famous actress of your country for past 5 years, the companies and media was always around you. You were the centre of attraction. Then in your life came your beloved husband.... He was a famous musician.... He loved you unconditionally... You two got married. Everyone who was thinking that your life as and actress would end soon encountered you flourishing more and more.
You soon got pregnant with a son... Your sweet little son... The brightest star in your eyes.... Your world.... You were called the beauty of the era..... The immortal beauty... You were at the peak of your career... Your sweet family... You love... Everything was perfect.... Or ... It was just you who thought it as perfect....
You were clutching the picture that your bodyguard had sent you of your husband on date with a new trainee model under your company..... You were so happy.... So eager to run home to him to share the good news with him.. that you were pregnant again.... But instead of the tears of happiness you were confronting him with the tears of betrayal and hurt..
"Daryn why???? Why did you do this!?? Was I not enough??"
You were screaming at him as he was half dressed hugging the woman closely hiding her from your warth as if .... Your blood was dripping from you hand.... the broken vase in the floor. You looked at him and asked .
"How long it has been??? And don't dare lie to me!!! I have evidence!.. "
You threw the picture of the both of them in the cafe ...and at other places.... You heard a dramatic gasp from the girl hiding more into him... You remembered.... Once when you accidentally cut your finger how much concerned he was.... Holding you close kissing the wound....
"Shut up.... Who are you to spy on me... More over you should just shut up...why are you like this... you are getting old ...why are clinging to me??? A successful man like me tends to attract butterflies... Afterall...."
Your eyes filled with tears ....old ....you scoffed.... As if he wasn't the one who begged and told you that he would spent his rest of the life with you...getting old and dying together ... You somehow wiped you tears and left the room..
After that you stopped talking to him..but still you had been always close to your son.. the only reason you had not wanted to leave him was your teenage son.... You knew children at this age are easily moldable... Bad things can destroy their life.... Or that's what you had thought.
Your son for whom you always attended the pt meetings ... Gone to watch his performance at schools... You took care of him and even cooked for him... Never in your life you had thought this day would come.....
You got to know that he has been skipping classes and going to the clubs so you scolded him after he came home drunk once... And what he said crushed your broken heart into glass powder...
"Why do you always shout at me... What do you want??? instead you want me to stay in house with an old hag like you?? No wonder father choose another woman...."
//Slap....//
And that was all your son felt and with that you retreat into your bedroom.
Your husband and son were very surprised to see you at the table next morning... A sweet smile on your face. The other woman sitting close to your husband but your ignored as you started.
"I want a divorce..."
And all the other three were shocked...
"M-mom.. I'm.."
Before he could have had finished his sentance you lifted your hand up a gesture to shut up without looking at him. You saw your husband paling...
"You ...you wouldn't do that.. honey.. you are joking right??"
"No I'm not I don't want to live with a cheater plus if your son is old enough to understand that what his father did was good then he can live without a mother... Or... With another mother..."
"M-mom.... "
You heard the voice again very teary he was now kneeling on the ground grabbing your knees but you face was straight as you ate your food . Your husband as if remembered something he tried to blackmail..
"You..you love your reputation...you wouldn't do that..you are joking right??? Just think what people would think... The famous actress was not even able to keep her husband s..."
//Splash..//
You threw the water on him and then calmly stood up.. your son...sobbing at your feet as you looked into your soon to be ex's eyes.....
"Well I hope they would understand after finding out what my cheater husband did..."
You smiled and left the house that day with your essential things...
The media was mess some people at your side some at his... But mostly just enjoying it... The scandalous relationship between a model and a married musician was out.. it was wreck.. the court approved your divorce...plus.. you didn't fight for the custody of your son... Well he was not kid anymore.. right??
It was struggle for you to keep up in those hard days... But you had a lot of money... So you took break ... For your hidden pregnancy...
Daryn was in his room ... Locked for days... He thought after cheating on you he found the real soulmate... Someone who would be with him till the end .. he was at the age in his life where he crave a stable life... A wife and a family was what he wanted...... But the woman constantly denied to marry him ..making excuses..... And then he one day accidentally found the real reason...
Apperantly the woman he was with had a lover and she was using Daryn and his fame only as a stepping stone .. he cut things off with her ... He tried to ingnore his feelings... He already had a son... He always wanted a daughter.... You always wanted a daughter...
A perfect family... Was what he craved now... A perfect family that he already had and he threw it away for a few seconds of pleasure... The pleasure that you could have had given him.....
Your little daughter was two months old. Babbling nonsense...you have made an outstanding cameback with a super hit film... You played the side role but still it was enough to give you a good amount of main roles in up coming films. You were reading the scripts as you feeded her .
But now as she has had her fill she was babling and pulling your hairs..she looked exactly like you unlike your son that looked a true copy of his father... Well.... Now you don't have anyone but your lil angel... Your phone rang you saw the caller id.. it was your son.. since the day you asked for divorce you never had talked to him...
Still you knew how he has been doing in his school...he was the star student... All rounder... But he had no friends... You never pondered to know why...You picked the call up ...you stayed quite as the other side too stayed quite.. you were about to end the call when you heard a quiet voice..
"M-mom....??"
His voice has changed in a year .... It's almost like his fath ...
"Mom... It's you right???"
You heard him as lowly .. a trembled in his voice ..
"Mom....it's my birthday soon..... Please.... It's...it's been so long .... Please can you come to celebrate it with me??"
You remembered... Yes.... He would be 18 this year....
"Mom.... I'm sorry.... Please.... I'll not ask for anything..... I.... I remembered how you used to bake cake for me... Celebrate my birthday.... Please....mom.."
You remembered.... Baking cake with him... And the dinner... Daryn and you used to prepare together... Your baby daughter babbled... And you heard a hitch on the other side the phone as if snatched.
"Y/n .. why is there a baby's noise???"
You heard his voice .... Daryn...after so much time again... You panicked.... Your daughter was hidden from the media ... You didn't wanted to drag her in unwanted fame .... You straighten yourself as you asked in a rough voice...
"Please send me the venue of the birthday I'll try attending.... If you need anything else please contact my manager .."
With that you cut the phone... You hugged your baby close.... You already lost your son to him... You would never loose your only daughter to him... No never...
Daryn was slumped on the floor tears falling in the ground ..... It's a baby... A girls voice... You .. you were pregnant??? You gave birth and didn't told him??? So then the rumours that you are taking break as you might be pregnant were true???
He tried to hug his son but was roughly pushed away....
"You.... You are the monster who broke my house ... It's your fault I was not there with mother when my sister was borned..!!!"
And he was left alone again ...
You arrived at the hotel .. your little bundle of joy in your arms ..... It was not hard to find your son as he was quite a handsome youngman truly taken after his father... You got to the table as both men stood up and pulled the chair for you to sit... You sat down without looking at them..
The cake cutting was done and you guys were having meal...
"Wha- what's her name mom??"
"Naira .."
You said as you looked up at his face ... It was scared... He looked like he had lost weight...the tuxedo he was wearing was looks big but cute on him. He with trembling hands streched his finger to touch the baby's cheek... Your daughter giggled...as she grabbed the finger and put it in her mouth.
"How old is she mom??"
"Well she would be like 3 months soon??"
Your son smiled tears running down his face...
"Thanks mom.. thank you very much..It's the best gift ever... Can I hold her??"
"You don't need to ask ... It's your sister..."
Unintentionally your hand streched to grab the napkins.when you felt a hand... Daryn was holding out napkin to you. You ignored it as you grabbed some from the table . His plate untouched... He hadn't even touched the cutlery. His eyes trained on you and the little bundle beside you...
The little thing looked exactly like you... Not a hint of him .... Even when the baby giggled he remembered it was same as your voice....he felt sick.... Sick of himself....you ,were pregnant when he was cheating on you ... You took care of the whole pregnancy alone .. never contacted him....he felt sick that now after losing what he had.. he wanted you back...
Soon the dinner ended... Your son was looking teary at the baby as if he didn't wanted to let her go. You hugged him telling that he can visit when ever he wants.Daryn followed you to your car you can see the question itching on his face as you looked at him.
"Y/n... I know what I did in past was wrong.. but... Can... Can we please get together for the sake of the children... Our daughter would need a father.."
That's when you cut him off harshly .
"I don't need to explain you as you never needed to explain me...plus... I don't want her to know her father was a dirty cheater... And no I don't need 'your' help to raise 'my' daughter...It would have been better that I would have been able to tell her that she has no father... As he died..."
With that you left ..leaving him alone standing watching you go.. again....
You got call from Daryn's manager that he had gotten into a car accident.. as the police said that he intentionally ran the car into a standing truck and got severally injured. You were told that he had requested to see you... Pleaded that he would kill himself if you didnot came to see him.
You got there and he saw you .. his eyes shining. The injuries looked bad. A bash in hear and a broken arm. A lot of blood loss. You sat there silently and he touched your hand . You pulled your hand away. That's when he started.
"Y/n please let's stay together again??? I love you... I'll die without you.... We...we would be the perfect family... The family that you always wanted..."
His pleading ceased when he heard your laughter. He looked at your face. You looked down at him disgusted.
"Perfect family???there is nothing in the world that is perfect Daryn you made me realise it ... Wasn't your attempt to die imperfect too??? Why didn't you died??"
With that you left the hospital room .
It was late in the night that you got a call from the hospital that your ex husband has died... It was more likely a suicide as the ventilator and iv drips has been pulled out and there were no sign of resistance. You sighed you really didn't felt anything... nothing at all. You need to be strong.. you have two children you need to take care of after all.
It had been busy lately... After the funeral and you shifted back at your house that you bought with Daryn with your son and daughter. It took a while for your son to get over it... And your schedule have been as busy as ever... All the modelling and acting... You wanted a break but you where thinkg to get enough money so that you could at least got to pay bills for a year without working.
You wanted to give time to your children. Specially your son.. he have been quite.. he always come home and take care of cooking and taking care of sister even when you have assigned a nanny and servants
It's been a week and your schedule is a mess .. waking up early and coming back late.. you have been feeling wierd for days... Like ... Your messy house unexpectedly clean... The other side of your bed messy even when you don't roll over...
And more over a hot cup of tea waiting on your side table after you come back home late at night, even when all the servants used to go to their quaters until that time.. you have been feeling of being watched... And mostly your son... Who while playing with your daughter stare into air with hatered.
Or your daughter who laugh and call for nothing making grabby hands into air. You tried to tell yourself that you were being paranoid. But then the slick between your legs when you woke up.. the soreness in your body.. even when you lock your door from inside.
You after much hesitation talked to your son, because you felt he knew what was going on... He said nothing just placed a pendrive in your hand. And left to play with his sister. It was late in night when you were cleaning your office.
Today's photo session was cut short due to bad weather so you returned home early you . So your thought to clean the office your ex ... Daryn used to use. You saw the laptop when you got reminded of the pendrive that your son gave to you. You put it on and started to watch ...it was a cute video of your daughter playing nearby the pool .
The video was taken by probably your son... But soon she slipped and was about to fall in the pool when a something or someone swiftly took her away and she was in the air... As if It was a ghost..... You heart pounded as you laughed trying to deny it..
But then you heard the piano that was sitting in the corner of the room started playing by itself. You slowly walked to the piano. It was your husbands piano... He used to sit you on his lap and play it for you while you used to sing. The song playing in the paino was the same song.. you took step back looking at the door .
But before you could have moved the door slammed shut. And you were pull to something. The the seat.. but you were not sitting on the stool but in someones lap... A tight grip on your body.. your eyes traveling to the body size mirror front of the piano and your breath hitched..
It was a stilt house of a man... Your ex husband.. you started to tremble .. and he seemed to notice it as he took looked into the mirror.. his former blue eyes void .... looking lovingly at you . You trembled more as he slowly started to undress you.. your body after that lost control on it self...
The thrusts were rough.. but the way he hold onto your body was vice like. The outline of his cock poking your belly and it seemed to fascinate him as he ocassionaly poked it to gauge at your expression. It has been whole night. He has been on it.
Kissing and biting as if marking his territory. You lost consciousness after a while.. the last thing you felt was a kiss on the side of your forehead and his cold cock pulsing inside you.
You had called a shaman. You need to get him out of your life soon.. it will be alright after that ... Thats what you had thought.. but right now what you see is the dead bodies of the disciples as he was still brutally killing the shaman. You curled up in the corner as there was no way out.
He walked to you .. right now you could see him more clearly... The skin marred dark eyes red.. blood on his clothes... It was a suit that you gifted him... He patted your hair lovingly as he pulled you into his lap. His hands rubbing your thighs.
"You thought they can kill me??? You thought you can push me away??? I died because you asked me to...now we can be together forever... Right??".
He pulled you into a soul sucking kiss.. your eyes filled with tears as you thought what you had got yourself into...
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Knights in Battered Armour
TF141 x omega!f!reader
Based off an ask by @ttsbaby01 so thank you for sending this in!
TW: MDNI 18+, A/B/O dymanics, groping, plus sized reader, implied sexual threat
For once it was quiet in the MedBay, a rare and beautiful thing to behold. The only beds currently occupied were a young Alpha who had sprained his wrist during drills, and Sargeant MacTavish who had a knife wound. The rest of TF141 were waiting to have their check-up after returning from an op, slightly bruised and battered but seemingly fine apart from Soapâs arm. They were all crowded into a single bay, chatting and blowing off steam while they waited. Priceâs little pack had started to gravitate towards you when they needed medical attention, always appreciative of your gentle but skilled hands, and finding comfort in your omega nature. They never overstepped the line, never taking advantage of your designation or caring attitude.Â
Price had shooed away the other medic, saying they would rather wait for you while you finished with the sprained wrist a few bays down. Youâd chuckled to yourself when youâd been told, your face warming slightly as you walked past them towards the other bay and giving them a little wave. Immediately you felt foolish for doing something so silly.
You enter the treatment bay with the young Alpha and pull the privacy curtain shut behind you.
âOkay, Private letâs see this wrist, shall we?â You smile breezily as you near where he sat on the edge of the gurney. His eyes rake over you, pupils wide from the pain meds he had already been given. You watch from the corner of your eye as he stares, taking in the full curves of your body and lingering on your ample, soft hips and the fullness of your breasts.
âWow, they sent me a treat didnât they?â He mumbles with a cocky smirk. You ignore the young Alphaâs words, this happened often enough for you to be able to not let it affect you these days, the pain meds made their tongues looser and their hind brain kick into overdrive without their inhibitions there to control it. You make no comment, picking up your clipboard hoping heâd get bored and you can continue.Â
âHey, youâre not listening,â he growls, suddenly reaching out and grasping your wrist. Calmly you take hold of his hand and lift it from your arm, placing it on his lap.
âJust let me look at your wrist so I can get it strapped up,â you say with a measured tone, knowing that doing anything to provoke him would be unwise. At that moment he inhales, leaning forward so he is closer to you, and you shudder at his unwanted proximity.
âOmega,â he whispers. âDonât smell any Alpha on you either.â He smiles, and the openly leering expression makes your skin crawl.
âEnough of that,â you say firmly, hoping to snap him out of whatever spiraling instincts are happening behind his dilated eyes. If he is getting close to a rut this could be a problem for you, suddenly the emptiness of the MedBay isnât so great as panic flutters in your chest. You try to stay calm, not wanting your scent to give away your nervousness and risk exciting him.
âCome on now, a soft thing like you should be a house omega, keeping someoneâs bed warm,â he slurs loudly, the meds really kicking in now but he isnât settling down. If anything he gets more agitated, his uninjured arm snakes out suddenly grasping at the soft meat of your arse, squeezing roughly and you yelp despite yourself as his fingers dig in.
âYou should be keeping my bed warm, love,â he continues. âYeah, Iâll look after youâŠâ he squeezes your backside painfully.
âI said thatâs enough!â You snap defensively and use the clipboard to knock his arm away, but he snarls, knocking the clipboard painfully out of your hands and sending it clattering loudly into a cart of medical supplies, scattering them over the floor. Before you can react he is up on his feet, hands clenched into the fabric of your scrubs and pulling you against him, his injury forgotten in his haze.
âListen to me,â he commands, forcing his Alpha authority into the words, sending tendrils of control worming into your omega brain to force you to submit to him against your will. You cower instinctively despite wanting to fight, your muscles relaxing as he pulls you into him, crushing your breasts against him.
The dividing curtain is wrenched back so hard it pops off several of its little hooks, the plastic pieces pinging across the bay. The scent of angry Alpha rolls in instantly, overpowering the young manâs scent completely and shaking his hold over you enough that you turn your eyes to see Captain Price standing there.
âWhat the fuck is going on in here?!â Price barks, distain dripping from every word as his eyes take in the scene before him. Ghost looms behind his shoulder, Gaz and Soap behind him crowding out the narrow space. It was a wall of muscle, the smell of blood from their battle worn clothes mixing with their anger and creating an unavoidable air of threat.
âGet your hands off our medic, pup,â Price growls, teeth bared and fangs sharply displayed, his tone more profound than the young Alphaâs, more experienced with use and rank, and you feel his grip loosen.Â
âItâs okay,â you try to explain, hoping to avoid more confrontation. âItâs the meds, heâs not thinking straight.â Ghost steps in, shoving the young man back and putting himself between the two of you.Â
âYouâd better think more clearly, and quickly,â the Lieutenant says in a low, dangerous tone as he glares at the suddenly stricken Alpha, who sits down on the gurney, eyes downcast.
âS-sorry sir,â he quickly splutters, rubbing a hand over his face, desperately trying to gather himself.
âBetter apologise to her, you werenât mauling us around,â Price says with a raised eyebrow, the threat in the air thins and you straighten your scrubs. Clearing your throat you carefully brush past Ghost, who refuses to budge, and you carry on with strapping the injured Alphaâs wrist under their careful watch.
âSorry, Doc,â he grumbles, pride hurting more than his sprained arm. After deal with his injury and send him on his way, you herd the Taskforce members back to the other bay and treat Soapâs knife wound.
âIf you get any problems like that, you make sure you let us know,â Price tells you firmly, and you feel a wave of gratitude as the sentiment is echoed by the other three.
âI will, thank you sirs.â
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Yandere Alpha x reader (2)
Yandere alpha: Despite his better judgment, lets you continue working at the club. However, he does remind you that if you fuck up enough he will lock you in your nesting room.
Yandere alpha: Hates that your best friend is his stupid beta friend. You wonât even let your alpha in your nest but that dumbass can go in whenever? Wack. You even refuse to take his stuff to put in your nest. Heâs left pillows,shirts,underwear,socks, well, just about everything that smells like him has been carefully set by your door. Instead of being grateful for your alpha things, you just get this look of disgust and slide them away from your area with your foot while muttering âstinky ass shit ruining my vibesâ
Yandere alpha: Bought you a muzzle to remind you that he is the boss. You bit him once and he will not let it happen againâŠunless youâre trying to bite his scent glad. Then you can bite him all you want.
Yandere alpha: Is waiting to pounce on you as soon as your heat comes. Heâs 98% positive it lines up with his rut. In order to make you stay by his side heâs replaced your birth control with a placebo substitute. The first night you slept in his house he had it swapped.
Yandere alpha: Is grinning ear to ear when he hears your pleas from the bedroom. He isnât cruel enough to make you beg (yet) so he knocks as soon as you call for him. The sly look on his face as he waits for you to invite him in your nest shouldâve made you push him out but instead you just opened your legs wide enough to let him in.
Yandere alpha: Spent your entire heat and the start of his rut claiming you. Not only did he make sure you were fed and hydrated, he also made sure you were stuffed full of his cum.
Yandere alpha: Wears your mating mark with so much pride. Is definitely all smug about it when you grumble about how it was unfair. He canât help but smirk when he sees how youâre slowly becoming more comfortable and loving towards him.
Yandere alpha: Cannot wait for you to tell him youâre pregnant with his pups.
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Angry!Superman protecting bae just turns me on. Like he's a golden retriever but manz is crazy about bae and he ain't here to play with y'all. đđđ
Angry!Batman just looks like the human epitome of scary dog privileges. Like, take one look at his girlfriend, he finna jump you.
Being in a relationship with the two of em'?!
"Sit back down. I'm sat."
@prettyvintageafternoon
Hold on. Let me set the scene a little. It's a gala. Okay, Bae, Bruce and Clark are in a secret relationship because Clark didn't want his journalistic integrity questioned and Bruce didn't want Bae to be drug through the wringer of media outlets. The plan was for them all to sneak out together as the night carried on. This plan was disrupted when some random billionaire decides to continuously flirt with Bae and she's like 'why not'. So they are just kekeing it up on the dance floor and Clark clocks it first, he tries to give her the benefit of the doubt but then five minutes turns into ten into fifteen into twenty. At this point Bruce notices how Clark is doing his best not to shatter another champagne glass. So in true Bruce Wayne fashion, he interrupts the conversation by flexing how much money he has and then drags Bae to a secluded bathroom where Clark is already waiting. Let's just say Bae fucked around and found out.
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nothing in the world belongs to me |carmen berzatto x reader|
prompt: still new in your relationship, you show up to the bear for dinner unexpectedly, surprising carmen and the others.
based off this prompt from the other day :)
contains: fluff lol. really, it's just fluff. established-ish relationship (the others don't know). carmen being a little nervous and possessive but mainly cute <3 language.
âAlright, listen up,â Richie stood next to Sydney, flicking through the piles of tickets that were ringing through by the second. It was normal now, an expected task in their routine. âWe need to walk the focaccia to table seven, please.âÂ
âYes, Chef!â A chorus of nearly robotic voices rose from the sizzling hiss of the lamb searing in Carmenâs pan, lifting the spatula to tip the meat over, before giving it back to the chef on the line.Â
âAnd for table nine, weâve got a shellfish allergy, alright? So letâs triple check the cross contamination on that. T, can you handle that one?â Richie moved from his leather bound book of notes back to the ticket.Â
âYes, Chef!â Tina chimed, pulling a freshly washed pan, filling it with the veal stock.Â
âTable nine, is that- thatâs the senator?â Carmen turned to Richie, tasting the roux bubbling on Victoriaâs station, giving her a curt nod of approval.Â
âNo, thatâs table eleven.â Richie hummed, looking back at his notebook. âNine, is⊠a birthday. Booked online.â Carmen had already begun to drone him out, mind racing with a million other things as Richie listed the guests name. Until he got to one.Â
The name Carmen was sure he was hallucinating. The name no one knew- How would they know? How could they possibly know your name?Â
You and Carmen had been seeing each other for a little while. A few weeks that were slowly turning into months. A casual thing that was slowly turning more serious. Dates and meetups are becoming more frequent. Youâd even invited him over to your place a few times, heâd spent the night last week.Â
Still, Carmen hadnât managed to tell anyone. Selfishly, he liked that you were all his for now. Privacy was not guaranteed in the Berzatto house, in Carmenâs life still. He knew they meant well, they always did- he knew it wasnât purposeful, the intrusion that almost always led to a demise. Carmen wasnât ready for it, not yet, he still wanted you all to himself.Â
âCarmen?â Sydneyâs voice pulled him out of his panicked trance. âChef, are you- are you good?â Her voice lilted with that familiar suspicious quip, the one always accompanied with her lifted brows.Â
âWhat?â Carmen blinked, hands buzzing, heart thumping. He could see the window, Richieâs frame blocking most of it. âSorry, yeah- yeah, Iâm good, Chef.âÂ
Sydney watched him carefully, a slow nod before she continued calling out orders. Carmen could feel Richieâs eyes on him, narrowed with curiosity. Carmen tried to be nonchalant, crossing the kitchen back towards Tina, his eyes cutting carefully, looking out the window.Â
There you were.Â
Sitting pretty at the middle table, surrounded by friends, some Carmen recognized from your Instagram. Heâd actually logged in to the app, looked you up after the first date, consumed every photo of yours in the dark of his room. Cheeks burning with excited heat, stomach fluttering in a way he hadnât felt since junior high.Â
âAlright, walk five salads to nine.â Sydney called out. âWhereâs our runners? God, Richie, can you run-âÂ
â-I got it.â Carmen called, the urgency in his tone making Tina jump behind him. Carmen took the tray before Gary could, his hands shaking as he lifted it.Â
âCousin, I can get it.â Richie frowned.Â
âNo, I-I got it.â Carmen nodded, swallowing down his fluttering nerves. His eyes cut to your table through the window, heart skipping when he saw you. âI got it. Iâll be- Iâll just be a second.âÂ
âI donât- I canât even handle that one right now.â Sydney sighed in exasperation. âAlright, Chefs. Letâs get back on track.â She announced, shaking her head. Richie frowned, pulling out his phone.Â
Sugarâs cell buzzed against the hostess stand, excusing herself to check it.Â
From: RichieÂ
âLook at table nine.âÂ
Sugar huffed.Â
To: RichieÂ
âWhy? Is there something wrong?âÂ
She stepped back, casually turning to scan the room, eyes landing on the table. A small group of girls, younger, and amongst them- Carmen?Â
To: RichieÂ
âIs something wrong with the food? Do I need to comp it?âÂ
From: RichieÂ
âNo. Cousin wanted to go out there.âÂ
Sugar frowned, angling her body behind the large plant near the front as casually as she could. She watched through the leaves as Carmen passed out the salads, each girl grinning widely, but their eyes always cut to one on the end.Â
Carmen saved your salad for last, hoping the lowlights of the restaurant would hide his boyish blush, setting the bowl in front of you carefully. âHey,âÂ
âHi,â You smiled sheepishly, looking to meet his gaze. âEverything looks so good.âÂ
âYeah? Thanks.â Carmen nodded. âI-I didnât know you were cominâ tonight.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â You cringed softly, embarrassed heat flooding through your veins. You knew better, knew you shouldnât have done this- showed up at his restaurant unannounced.Â
âI, uh, itâs my friendâs birthday.â You nodded towards Alicia at the end of the table. âAnd I was telling them about that pasta you made me, and they really wanted to come try it.â Your nerves bubbled, rambling in nervous peals that seemed to pour out before you could stop them. Â
âYeah, no, thatâs really nice. Thank you.â Carmen nodded, giving a half smile to your friends, hoping they didnât see the way he wiped his clammy hands on his apron. âWhy didnât- Why didnât you just call me? Tell me you were cominâ in.âÂ
âI didnât want to bother you.â You muttered softly. âI honestly didnât think youâd even see us here, I swear. I didnât mean to bother you or anything-âÂ
â-Youâre not bothering me.â Carmenâs voice dropped to a coo, accompanied with a soft smile that had your head spinning. âNever a bother, but, uh, next time? Bother me, ok? Wanna make sure you get the best seat in the house.âÂ
Your cheeks flushed with heat, your friends excited giggles only intensifying the rushing heat blanketing over your body. Carmenâs own cheeks heated, tongue rolling on the inside of his cheek to hide his grin.Â
âAlright?â Carmen added, and in a complete act of shocking boldness, his hand squeezed your shoulder affectionately. A small gesture on the outside, but for Carmen, it was huge.Â
âAlright.â You grinned, leaning into his touch, your hands sliding over his.Â
âHowâs everything so far?â Carmen turned to the table, nodding at the excited gushes of compliments, not missing the way your friends cut their eyes to you with animated glee.Â
âJust let me know if you need anything, ok?â Carmen turned to you.
âI will.â You nodded, starry eyed with love sick affection.Â
âGood. Iâll see you before you leave, alright?â Carmen muttered, ducking down towards you. His lips brushed over your cheek, your perfume clouding his senses. âYouâre not botherinâ me. âM glad youâre here.âÂ
Your cheek pressed to his, a gentle, affectionate rub before Carmen parted. Both of your features painted with shy delight.Â
Carmen could feel everyoneâs eyes, through flickering gazes and lifted brows. Sydneyâs gaze lingering over him skeptically, still counting tickets. Fakâs wide grin from the corner, loading trays to take out.Â
âHey, uh, Marcus.â Carmen ignored Richieâs raised brows, a teasing, questioning remark on the tip of his tongue.Â
âYes, Chef?â Marcus muttered, looking up from the cannolis he was garnishing.Â
âTable nine has a birthday. I was thinkinâ maybe the chocolate ganache, punch it with the little circle to make it look like a cake. Add a candle?â Carmen muttered, hand rubbing across his face.Â
âYeah, Chef, I can do that.â Marcus nodded.Â
âThank you.â Carmen nodded. âAnd Chef? Let me know when itâs ready before you walk it.âÂ
Marcus frowned. âNo, itâs not- I just wanna walk it, ok?â Carmen shook his head.Â
âAlright.â Marcus nodded slowly. âHeard, Chef.âÂ
Richie smirked, leaning against the stainless steel table. âSo,â Richie hummed. âThere a complaint or somethinâ? Need me to go talk to âem-âÂ
â-No,â Carmen snapped, the possessiveness in his tone startling the both of them. âSorry, itâs- No, I-I donât need you to do that, Chef. Everythingâs good.âÂ
Richie nodded slowly, passing the dishes to Gary with a nod. âYou gonna tell me what that was about?âÂ
âNo, Chef.â Carmen clipped, an edge to his tone that was teetering on annoyed. âBut, uh, thereâs not gonna be a check on table nine.âÂ
âWhat?â Richie frowned. âDid you mess somethinâ up? Seriously, Cousin, if something's wrong itâs my job to know-âÂ
â-No, itâs not-.â Carmen huffed, eyes pinching closed, running a hand over his face in frustration. âLook, thatâs⊠The girl on the end? I-Iâve been kinda seeinâ her, ya know?â He muttered.Â
Richie gawked, blinking in disbelief. âNo shit.â He grinned. âNo shit? You-Youâre serious?â He turned to look out the window.Â
âDonât fuckinâ look.â Carmen hissed. âLook, it-itâs not a big deal, alright? Just donât-donât say anything o-or do anything.âÂ
Richie swallowed back a teasing remark, a reactive reaction from years of being with Mikey. How the two of them used to tease Carmen endlessly, until they were fighting on the front lawn, Mikey howling with laughter while Carmen was red faced with mortified anger.Â
This time, Richie held back. He wasnât sure why, call it divine intervention, a gut feeling maybe, but it felt different this time.Â
âAlright.â Richie nodded slowly. âNo ticket for nine. Heard.âÂ
Carmenâs foot tapped anxiously. âI mean, right? Th-Thatâs what I should do right?â Carmen looked over his shoulder out the window. âThat would be shitty to give her a check? Be a complete jagoff move to charge her?âÂ
âYeah,â Richie scoffed lightly. âJagoff of the fuckinâ year. Makinâ your girl pay to come to your place.âÂ
Carmenâs heart swelled at the term- your girl. His girl. You were his girl.Â
âWalk four Pappardelle to nine. Walk one Pappardelle vegetarian style to nine.â Sydney called.Â
Carmen dipped the spoon in the glaze, garnishing the plate before sliding it towards Sydney. âSo, you gonna take these out?â He muttered.Â
âNo,â Carmen huffed. âGonna wait until the cake.âÂ
âYeah, good idea, Cousin.â Richie nodded with a proud smile. âThat when youâre gonna tell them no check tonight?âÂ
âNo,â Carmen shook his head. âI donât- It would feel weird cominâ from me.â He looked up at Richie. âI was gonna let you do it.âÂ
âYeah, I can handle that.â Richie smirked. âAnd I wonât say anything, Cousin.â He stopped Carmen before he could say it. âI got you, Cousin. I wonât fuck it up, alright?â Carmen nodded slowly, a strangled thank you on the tip of his tongue. The door swung open behind Richie, and for a second, Carmen caught a glimpse of you. Smiling and laughing, leaned in over the table, no doubt giggling with your friends about him. Carmenâs heart squeezed, but this time, without fear. No, there was no dooming fear that you were mocking him, making fun of him. This time, he felt the content rush of adrenaline filled love. A change in his routine, yes. Unexpected, sure, but he was glad for it. Glad that you were there- here, with him.
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