#My actions should not be your fucking husband's consequences.

[horrorartsworld]

revenge is sweet pt. 2

lucifer/demon f!reader

a/n: for all the babies that wanted a part two!!

warnings: rough sex if you squint, lucifer being possessive because he can, daddy kink, slapping, spanking, brat taming, not proofread 😵‍💫

here’s part one if you missed it!!

(little recap:)

"HE DID WHAT?!"

Rubbing the back of your arm sheepishly as you stood there watching Lucifer's eyes turn red as his demon form became more prominent, teeth snarling as he came closer to you. "Well... hehe...we'll just have to fix that, won't we my love?" danger laced in his voice as he closed the space between you two.

"I'm fucked."

In all your years of knowing him you’ve never seen him this upset to the point he seemed as if he was loosing it. Loosing it at the thought that little shit for brains actually one upped him, let alone with his own wife. IN HIS OWN WIFE IN FACT.

“Oh you have no idea…” he spoke threateningly with a hidden promise you knew all too well. However, your fiery attitude from earlier never died down, so you weren’t gonna back down without a proper fight.

“Are you really surprised though? You’ve been away for weeks, practically months without even trying to see me, let alone be with me, your wife!” you finally snap thinking back at why this all happened in the first place. Lucifer only scowled at the thought, narrowing his red eyes at you.

“Doesn’t mean you can run around and be an unfaithful whore” he says in an unsettlingly calm tone making that fire you thought you had just now fizzle out within an instant, causing you to shift uncomfortably in front of him.

“Still…you fucking left me Luci…and you know how i get when i’m alone and you didn’t even bother to call me,” you cross your arms over your chest looking away from him and out the window to the streets of hell as it seemed more wild around this time of night.

He runs a hand through his hair, laughing to himself in visible frustration but he still tried to tone it down while he looked you over. “Listen…” he said sternly yet still keeping this calm persona, his voice the only thing echoing in your ears. “Whatever you say or do from this point forward will have consequences to your actions, so i suggest you be a good girl and stop spouting nonsense to get you out of what’s about to happen.” you genuinely couldn’t believe what you’re hearing, facing him once more, your brattiness on full defense mode as you persisted on letting him hear your side.

“And why should i listen to you? It’s not like you’re bothering to listen to what i have to say right now.” you spat, the corner of your mouth twitching up in a snarl. Simply chuckling, Lucifer’s hand found it’s way into your hair with an unsuspecting tight grip, fist unforgiving as you were yanked down to your knees.

“Now is that any way to talk to your overlord sweetheart?”

You yelped softly as your knees burned with the sudden contact they just had with the floor, the unmissable low tone of his dominance causing your nerves to spiral.

“Hm?” He probed, hand pulling your hair even more taught as he pulled you closer to his clothed crotch, your cheek coming into contact with his hard-on while he rutted against it making your throat run dry.

You felt like you were having an out of body experience, this kind of intimidation and authority coming from Lucifer wasn’t like him and it seemed as though it was having quite the effect on you.

“Speak. Now.” he reprimanded, using his hold on your hair to crane your neck back to look up at him in all his glory.

“Mm- I’m sorry..” your voice coming out more pitiful and meek then you hoped, opposite of your heated speech from earlier.

Holding your breath you watched a sinister smile crept onto your husband’s face causing your heart to drop to your ass, quivering uneasily in his hold he nods gesturing to his hard-on strained so eagerly now against his nice dress pants.

“Oh i know baby, but you gotta prove it” his hand slipping out from your hair, but his hold on you was still evident even though it wasn’t physical anymore.

His sinister smile very much still plastered on his snake like mouth, watching as you loop your fingers in his belt loops and pull his lower half towards your face. You undo his belt with much delicacy, watching the straining fabric as it came into view, your once dry mouth watering instantly.

You pull out his hardened cock, the tip flushed red, angry and spewing precum, kitten licking it and then giving a light kiss to the tip just to sweeten him up a bit.

Lucifer not being able to hold in his reactions as he shivers, letting out tiny puffs of air as he watches you carefully kiss down his shaft. And after a while of you prolonging it he grabs your hair once more, pulling you back from his cock.

"That’s enough.." he grumbles, when you desperately try to put your mouth back on it again. "You had enough time to make this about you, this about me now. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue."

Brows furrowing in confusion while you try not to pout, you lean back on your heels doing just as he says with your mouth open and waiting. Your lashes batting up at him as you watch him tower over you, putting his legs on either side of your thighs while holding his length directly in front of mouth stroking himself up and down.

Small breathy moans escape his lips as his head is then thrown back with his lip caught between his teeth. You wanted nothing more than to have this picture burned in the back of your brain as he looked so beautiful.

He curses under his breath practically thinking the same thing as you, seeing you sitting there so obediently and drooling for his seed.

“Hungry for daddies cum aren’t you?” slapping his tip against your tongue, you nod eagerly feeling him start to tease it into your mouth.

A hand wrapping around it instinctively helping him get closer, pumping him and moving your head in a bobbing motion causing him to growl above you.

He then without warning thrusts deep hitting the back of your throat making you gag, tears welling up in your eyes whilst his hand holds your head in place, not giving you a second to breathe. Thrusting a few more times before his hot seed spills into your throat, purposely pulling out and letting your spit fall down your chin.

You sallow the salty substance and then take a much needed breath, that was short lived when he reaches down to grab you by the throat pulling you up to his level. Your knees aching from being in that kneeling position for longer than you thought. “Who owns you?”

“Y-you do…” you muster out, he then holds you away from him as he slaps you lightly a few times, putting everything in him not to go further to ruin your pretty face, but just enough for it to sting.

“Say it better then that~” he gritted through his teeth, cowering in his hold you try everything in you to say it like he wanted.

“You own me!~” you shout with a pitiful whine following.

“Oh that’s my good girl…You fucking know who owns this body and you better not forget it…”

Once you got the notion of it possibly being over, you were wrongfully mistaken as you were thrown onto the bed with your backside facing him. The hole in your fishnets still very much there from when you and Adam were at it causing Lucifer grimace, throwing a harsh smack to your ass, your body jolting with the impact.

“Count..” he demands ripping your fishnets more to where they were basically off of you, shivering underneath him as you felt the warmth of his hand print spreading amongst your cheek.

“O-one…”

He spanked you again harder this time, across the center of your ass, and you whimpered.

"Mhmph..again..." he moaned softly with you while soothing your stinging skin. Before spanking you the second time, but on your right.

"Two!" You gasped against the sheets when he immediately spanked another time. “T-Three!”

He spanked you again and again about eight more times, and left sweet kisses down your neck for taking it so good to him.

“D-daddy…i….mm- please~” you look back at him behind you with pleading eyes, your clit radiating with heat that couldn’t go ignored much longer.

“Please what baby?” he mocked sweetly, feeling his cock twitch just at your words and the pout taking place on your face.

“Pleeeeease fuck me daddy…i-i need you so bad~” you cry out wanting nothing more to be filled by the one who owned you.

A low growl admits from him as your naughty words were rewarded gratefully once he finally made his way in, stretching your walls so deliciously making you tremble as you adjusted. Not shortly after he started rocking his hips slowly into you then finally finding a good pace that made you mewl uncontrollably.

“Such a dumb slut you are baby….getting filled by two different cocks in one day…fuuuuck…but you know daddies is better huh?…” he coos at you in a baby voice as if he wasn’t fucking you senseless into the mattress.

If you weren’t already out of your wits end you would have realized this was brought back upon the rivalry once more, but at the end of it was nether of the men who won this war.

It was you who had got fucked for most of it.

Which not even a couple months later you came up pregnant.

Now the real war is who’s the baby daddy?

(i know this is a wack ass ending but i thought it was funny 💀)

#☆⋆｡𖦹 my writings #☆⋆｡𖦹 lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fanfic #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin imagine #lucifer hazbin #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer morningstar smut #lucifer x reader #lucifer smut

[tswhiisftteedr]

hi!!!! could I please request general nsfw headcannons for vox, val, and velvette (or just your favorite of the 3!)? maybe especially with a slightly bratty partner? thank you! :)

Behave Bitch! ☆ Headcanon + Oneshot

☆ Valentino x Bratty!Gn!Reader, Vox x Bratty!Gn!Reader, Velvette x Bratty!Gn!Reader, and Valentino x Bratty!Gn!Reader x Vox:

You go out of your way to fuck with them and test their patience, and this is how their repercussion would be.

Warnings: Mature Content, Explicit/Graphic Language, Praise & Degradation(Lots of of degradation), Oral Sex(Male Receiving), Penetrative Sex, Bad Spanish, Creampie, Possessiveness, Spanking, Choking, Dacryphilia, Bondage, Handcuffs, Blood, Biting, Electricity NOT PROOFREAD.

Words: Total — 13 806, Valentino(Hc + Oneshot) — 2419, Vox(Hc + Oneshot) — 2365, Velvette(Hc + Oneshot) — 3463, Vox & Valentino(Hc + Oneshot) — 5539

Note: So I may or may not be a total slut for the three of them, and especially a sucker for Val x reader x Vox action. Like how should I say it? Oh, yeah, I need them inside m— Hehsjsnsnjwns Awooga lol. *Bitch is used gender neutrally if you couldn’t tell. So 4 things, number one this Headcanons + Drabbles/Slight Short One shots, note that the example in the headcanons are just examples of scenario, and are unrelated to the drabble part, so don’t get confused when they mention one situation and then you read about another. Number 2, the type of reader was not precise so I went with gender neutral, so I’m sorry if the smut part isn’t the best as I am still lacking in writing experience to make something great with the lack of precise genitalia mention. But if you find it good, we’ll good for you! Also I used Google and translation apps when it came to the Spanish that Valentino employs, so I’m sorry to my Hispanic readers of the display of language is not to your liking. And lastly, I didn’t know how to write a slightly bratty reader, so I’m sorry anon if the reader is either not enough or too bratty. Personally I love a full on bratty, attention whore, whiny reader because that’s how I am.(If I was hot and got over my fear of being rejected, anyways-) That’s it for info about the fic!!

Author Note: As I am writing this, I am halfway way done with a lute one shot, but I must say, please stop requesting works. I put my request on pause, and I indicated that one both my Masterlist and rules, but seems that people are still confused because some of my older fics have ‘Request are open’ at the bottom. So please don’t request anything more, I have 34 request to start working on after I finish the lute one, plus I still haven’t started to work on chapter 3 for my Idia series. (12 of those request are actually Adam related, and one of them is a zestial one, where the requester offered to pay me for it, so it’s at the top of my list after this 💸💰. Though I still haven’t reach them because I want to finish my lute work first.) Also I am fucking pissed as I am written this, cuz I keep seeing clips of episodes 7&8 of Hazbin on tumblr, but I don’t have prime so I have to wait for stupid illegal websites to repost them. Like I am genuinely mad at the wait time, since my boys(Val and vox, my loves, my husbands, my #1 turn ones-) are in it. Worst part of it all I saw the clips of Vox literally thrusting into the air saying his hard and that the sight of Alastor bloody was better than sex. Like shit, did that make me horny. Like Vox, sweaty, you can take out that pent up energy from the build up excitement, I don’t mind if the other Vees are watching, Valentino can even join~ Hehsjjsjsjnsks. Update: I just watch the two episodes, and fuck were they good. Anyways I’m done, enjoy the fic cunts!

☆ more under the cut. ☆

ఌ︎ Valentino ఌ︎

Oh, you have no idea ‘what kind of gift you gave him with your behavior, Cariño~’

He takes pleasure in ‘putting bitches in their place,’ so feel free to be yourself, use that sharp tongue, but be prepared for the consequences without too much complaints. And he relishes in being the one to mete out repercussions.

Valentino's approach is straightforward; he often lets you play and act as bratty as you want while casually keeping an eye on you. ‘No need to worry; he's merely observing.’

He'd allow you to talk back, tolerating insults, while seated in the VIP section of one of his clubs, surrounded by smoke and flirting demons. All that set up to provoke you into further incriminate yourself.

Despite the condescending expression on his face, you didn’t have anything to about him, everything appearing ordinary, considering he was Val. Nothing seemed suspicious for a while... and then, ¡Bam!

You find yourself dragged into the club's private bedroom, now in a position where you're either tied up or bent over his lap/desk, enduring a session of intense spanking for being a 'good-for-nothing slut,' with degrading comments throughout.

Valentino opts for a paddle, well aware of the sharp sting it leaves on your skin.

Eventually, he transitions to using his hands, relishing in the visible aftermath of his touch—handprints and bite marks adorning your body.

As tears stream down your face, you apologize and plead to him ‘that you would be better, so please stop’ and that’s ‘ ‘s to much!’. He makes no effort to conceal his satisfaction, openly grinning at your vulnerable state.

Today unfolded like any other typical day in hell, as you paid a visit to your boyfriend on the set. Entering his studio, you hung back for a moment, observing Valentino directing the actors, his voice sexy as always but this time yet again fill with frustration.

Amidst the chaos, there were whispers among the staff about the planned star for the movie being decapitated and having to fill their role in with a newbie due to the lack of time ro wait for the actors regeneration, this bringing light upon the source of Val's frustration.

You pondered how much worse his temper would escalate if you followed through with your planned actions. However, that thought didn't weigh heavily on your mind, as you were determined from the get go to mess with him.

Emerging from the shadows and skillfully navigating the set while evading the cameras' gaze, you approached Valentino. Grinning, he remarked, "You came to entertain papi, how sweet of you, amorcito~" standing up and expecting you to jump into his arms.

Surprisingly, you kept walking, engaging in conversation with a crew member, casually flirting. Val struggled to process the fact that ‘not only did you ignore him, but you did so to chat with some nobody!’

Oh boy, was he pissed, yet instead of his typical inclination to abandon work for a tantrum. He had remained seated, continuing to provide screen direction to his actors.

Now that he was well aware of your actions, he had no intention of losing the little game you were playing. Throughout the shoot, he feigned indifference, though his teeth subtly gritted each time he caught a glimpse of you so close to that random sinner.

Despite Valentino's own lack of shamelessness when it came to sleeping around, he was still the ever so possessive and obsessive man. And having so hands-on with someone else, especially in his presence, drove him to the walls.

After 45 minutes of takes and retakes, Valentino directed his staff to wrap up for the day. Immediately afterward, he approached you, gripping your wrist forcefully enough to surely leave a bruise. He then ushered you into the elevator, ascending to his shared luxurious living quarters and, ultimately, his room.

Once inside, he roughly threw you onto the bed, using one arm to pin both of yours above your head, another around your neck, while the remaining two swiftly removed your clothes.

As he approached your ear, his breath on your face, he scornfully remarked, “You wretched whore, think you go and flounce around, letting some fucker feel you up! ¿You’re so desperate to get fuck, verdad, puta?“ His voice carried disdain for your actions, yet beneath it, pent-up sexual frustration lingered.

Now having you completely undressed, Valentino briefly pulled away to retrieve something from his nightstand. It turned out to be a pair of long, dangling cuffs, ideal for securing you to his headboard. And that's precisely what he did.

Bound to the bedpost, you tested your restraints with a subtle tug, ensuring they securely held you in place. You wanted to confirm if there was any potential escape route, making sure you were aware of all possibilities.

In an instant, you felt Valentino's hands on you once more, grabbing your chest roughly, squeezing them hard enough to cause some pain but not enough to leave marks. His fingers then dug into your sensitive flesh, leaving bruises visible through the thin layer of sweat forming on your skin.

His touch was cold and calloused, contrasting sharply with the warmth emanating from his body.

"You little slut," he growled, his accented words dripping with contempt. "You think you can just throw yourself at anyone, disrespect me like this?" With each harsh word, his grip tightened further, pinching your nipples cruelly between his rough fingers.

Despite the pain, a shiver ran down your spine at the prospect of what was to come. You knew exactly how much control he had over you now, and it was exhilarating.

"No, Val," you managed to croak out between gasps for air. "I didn't mean anything by it, really."

But your words fell on deaf ears; instead, Valentino's hand moved lower, cupping your hips roughly before squeezing them forcefully. "You fucking liar," he snarled, his voice low and menacing. "You’re lucky your body is good at satisfying my needs, otherwise I would have already shot your ungrateful bitch ass!”

With that, you observed as he let his tongue swirl around his fingers, that action was followed by him teasing at your hole. “Wait Val, are you not gonna use lube—“

“Lube? Are y’a kidding me? ¡Shut the fuck up, puta! You should be crying tears of joy that I’m even prepping your undeserving ass.” Was all he said, before his fingers divulged into your tight hole, letting his other hand paw at your bits teasingly before pushing in a third finger inside you. The sensation was both pleasurable due to his aphrodisiac like spit and painful as it was all so sudden, it also felt as if he was claiming ownership over your body once more. Tears begging to role down your face at the stretch.

"You’re such a fucking slut, getting off on this, aren’t you?" he asked, his voice husky with desire yet stern. "You like acting like a desperate bitch in heat and piss me just so I can punish you, isn't that right, mariposa~"

As he spoke, he began to thrust his fingers in and out of your heat, pounding into you relentlessly. Each thrust caused your hips to rock forward, meeting his rhythm eagerly. Slightly letting reach down further, just close enough for his tongue to scoop your tears.

You could feel your body responding to the invasion, your hole tightening around his fingers, begging for more. Despite the pain, it was becoming increasingly difficult to resist the pleasure building inside you.

"No! Stop, please, Val!" you pleaded, but it fell on deaf ears. Instead, he added another finger, stretching you wider. The sensation was both terrifying and arousing, pushing you closer to the edge of ecstasy.

"Eso es," he growled, his voice laced with lust. "tómalo todo, you filthy whore."

Just as you thought you couldn't handle anymore, he removed his fingers, leaving your hole gaping open and vulnerable. With a cruel chuckle, he stood up and unfastened his pants, revealing his massive harden cock, thick and veiny, throbbing with desire.

"Time to teach really you a lesson," he said, his eyes burning with hunger. "Get ready to scream, puta."

Without further ado, he positioned himself at your entrance, aligning his tip with it.

"N-no, please, Val—" you managed to utter out before he slammed into you without mercy, filling you up completely.

The sudden intrusion caused you to cry out even harder in both pain and pleasure. Your body shook violently as he started to thrust in and out of you.

Each powerful thrust pushed deeper than before, stretching you further than and further. Your moans turned into high-pitched squeals of mixed agony and pleasure, and your juices coated his member as he pounded into you relentlessly.

The bed creaked under the combined weight of their bodies, adding to the primal rhythm of your session. Your body bounced wildly with each thrust, nipples hardening further under the harsh treatment.

Your legs were spread wide apart, while your hands were still bound tightly to the headboard, rendering you helpless against his onslaught. You couldn't move, couldn't escape the intense pleasure building up inside you.

As he continued his brutal assault, your body adjusted to the his dick, becoming slightly accustomed to the stretching. Your walls tightened around him, milking him eagerly.

He groaned, his hips slamming harder against yours, his cock pounding deeper than ever. His hand reached up to grab a fistful of your hair, yanking your head forward forcefully, exposing your neck and throat.

"Open that filthy mouth," he growled, his breath hot against your neck.

You obeyed, parting your lips, and Valentino pulled back to spit directly into your mouth. The saliva was thick with frustration, a stark contrast to the usual sweet yet dominant taste of his kisses.

"Swallow it, bitch," he demanded, his voice full of desire. Your throat still constricted by one of his hands, yet you managed to swallow the bitter saliva, feeling it coat your tongue and throat.

The humiliation and degradation only served to heighten your arousal, your body quivering as his thrusts grew more frenzied. Your walls clenched around his shaft, urging him to go faster, harder.

"You like that, don't you? Of course you do!" he snarled, his grip tightening in your hair. "You love being treated like the worthless slut you are."

His words only served to fuel the fire inside you, your body shaking and writhing under his control. You couldn't help but whimper in response, your body betraying you with every moan.

Valentino continued to thrust into you, his pace relentless. Your eyes rolled back in ecstasy, ‘almost there’ you though.

Suddenly, Valentino pulled out, leaving you gasping for air, feeling empty and needy.

He quickly untied you from the headboard, dragging you onto your hands and knees, positioning you on all fours. His grip tightened around your neck, choking you just enough to make your vision blur.

"Don’t think I didn’t feel you clench around my cock, you ain’t cumming that easily," he hissed, his voice full of lust.

You nodded, trying to catch your breath, your eyes watering from the lack of air. He wasted no time, thrusting back into you, filling you up once more. This time, his thrusts were even more brutal, the angle hitting your g-spot with each plunge.

The choking intensified, making it even harder to breathe, yet you found yourself moaning louder, your body desperate for release. Your legs shook, struggling to hold you up as he continued to pound into you.

"You're mine, not any other overlord’s or fucking prince of hell, and certainly not that pathetic fucker from earlier, you hear me, Y/N?" he growled, his grip on your neck tightening.

You managed a nod, your voice strangled by his chokehold.

Valentino keeps his hold on your neck, as he brings one of his hand down onto your ass, leaving a stinging impact. The pain was a welcome distraction from the choking, making your moans turn into cries of pleasure.

He spanked you repeatedly, alternating between cheeks, leaving handprints on your flesh. The stinging sensation only served to heighten your senses, your body trembling with every smack.

"You're going to cum for me, slut," he promised, his voice low and menacing. "And you're going to beg for it." Following his words, the hand that was then on your neck was now grabbing at your hair.

Your body tensed, the pleasure building to an unbearable level. Your inner walls clenched around his shaft, milking him relentlessly as he continued to spank and thrust into you.

You couldn't help but comply, your voice hoarse from the choking. "P-please, Val, I need to cum!"

He chuckled darkly, his thrusts becoming even more frenzied. "I said beg for it, you filthy little slut!"

"Please, papi, I need to cum, please! I need so, so bad, ‘can’t think! I just need to come, please, please, please Val!" you begged,

Your voice breaking with the intensity of the moment. Valentino smirked, his thrusts growing even harder, slamming into you with all his might.

Your body was at his mercy, your orgasm building to a crescendo. You could feel the wave crashing over you, your insides clenching around him, milking his cock as he continued to pound into you. One of his hands playing with your front.

"Cum for me, you worthless bitch," he growled, his own release nearing.

You cried out, your orgasm overwhelming you, your body convulsing as waves of pleasure washed over you. Valentino followed suit, groaning loudly as he filled you with his seed, your body trembling as he came inside you.

He pulled out, leaving you panting and shaking, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rippling through your body. Valentino stood up, wiping the sweat from his forehead before lighting a smoke.

After taking some puffs at he grabbed your body once more, “V-Val??” You question in confusion, and the look he gives was so demeaning.

“Bitch, are y’a dumb? Don’t tell me you thought this was over already.” Was all he said before resuming….

Here you were, on the verge of passing out, body full of cuts, hand, teeth, and whip prints all over your body.

"You're lucky I love you," he muttered, his voice laced with a hint of affection. "But don't you ever fucking test my patience again, amorcito."

You nodded, with the both of you knowing that it was a lie, you would definitely act out again.

Finally, your body lulled to dreamland.

⌁ Vox ⌁

Listen, despite his constant complaints about everyone's incompetence and having to clean up after their mess, he finds himself unable to do the same when it comes to you.

But, ‘fuck, did he adores your brattiness.’ It's not that he particularly enjoys dealing with your attitude; rather, it's the journey to the aftermath of your actions that captivates him. Overall, the right to fuck all of his day’s frustration into you!

Take, for instance, a meeting—perhaps not the most crucial, but still relevant, especially as it is concerning one of his latest products on the market.

Suddenly, you would barge into the meeting room, whining about him not giving you enough attention and accusing him of being all about work.

He would sweet talk you into silence until the meeting concluded, but that didn't imply you felt obligated to completely behave. As the meeting continued, you ended up seated on his lap, grinding yourself on his crotch.

Immediately after the meeting concluded and the conference room was emptied, he would lock the door. Then bend you over the spacious table, he pressed your head against the cold wood and proceeded to unleash a waterfall of insults, flowing from his mouth kin to water from a faucet.

He would fuck you so intensely that the both of you would almost lost sight of the initial cause. Almost, though you might have blurred the memory, he certainly hadn't. So as soon as his workday concluded, he would take you once again in his private quarters.

Forcing you to ‘repent for being such impudent slut,' reducing you to tears with his rough handling and verbal abuse.

Today was an incredibly dull day in hell. Wandering around the pentagram on the Vees' turf, you had an escort by your side as per Vox's requirement for taking a stroll outside.

There seemed to be nothing to do, or at least it felt that way. You managed to grab a cup of coffee, but beyond that, nothing fun was available, entering clubs required asking Vox's for his permission first. This ensured that he could assemble a larger entourage to guarantee your safety when you wanted to partake in the activity.

Despite your inclination to fuck with him, you refrained, recognizing that would be too much on his already overworked heart – he'd be more worried than irritated.

Opting for a tamer approach, you aimed to provoke him and get under his skin. Your goal was to distract Vox from his work, shifting his focus to entertain you. Making him jealous seemed the most effective strategy in your eyes, and that's where your escort, a tall and attractive hellhound, entered the scene.

Aware that Vox had eyes throughout the pentagram, particularly in this area, you initiated your plan with this knowledge in mind.

You strolled with your arm around the hellhound, falsely fawning over his looks and intellect, toying with his hair and even embracing him—all visible to Vox. Despite his busy schedule, Vox always kept an eye on you through the multitude of screens around pentagram city. And the sight of you so cozied up with the hellhound, left him seething.

What intensified the situation was your final gesture. As you bid farewell in front of the Vees' tower, you made the hellhound lean down for a thank-you kiss on the cheek, this fuelling your boyfriend's rage and insecurities. After that, you simply entered the building, mentally preparing for the upcoming interaction with Vox.

As you exited the elevator, Vox stood right in front, evidently having anticipated your return. As you locked eyes with him, the flames of anger and jealousy practically radiated from his gaze. It seemed your somewhat sadistic display had made a number on him.

"Hey, Vox, baby. How's it going? I thought you were too busy to step out of your office," you nonchalantly remarked, playing the coy card. Before you knew it, one of his clawed hands circled your waist, while the other firmly grasped your chin.

"Yeah, I was one incredibly busy man this morning, busting my ass to keep this shit show afloat. However, my partner seems to be utterly indifferent to it all. It looked as if they couldn't care less, with the way they were all over that hellhound-nobody," he remarks, his hand at your waist pressing into your skin.

"Oh, what on sweet hell could you be referring to?" you playfully feign innocence, this only aggravating your boyfriend's frustration.

"Do play games with me, whore. You know exactly what you were up to, the fact have eyes everywhere, and despite today's incident, I won't fire that guy because he's loyal." His face inches closer to yours, "If you were so desperate for my cock that you went out of your way to mess with me, you could’ve said so baby~ And I would’ve had you sucking me off as I work. But noooo, you just had to be be a a fucking slut and piss me off. Now let's see where that misbehaviour gets you, bitch.”

Now, bent over his lap, bottoms off, you endure the consequences as he delivers hits to your behind, while he casually sipped on a glass of whiskey;

You flinched slightly at each slap, but didn't dare to yell or struggle. Instead, you bit your lower lip and whimpered softly, your body trembling with each impact.

Your mind raced with thoughts of how much you deserved this punishment, how much you craved it.

"Please, sir, stop, it hurt ‘so much!" you whimpered between each strike, your voice cracking with each word. "I'll be a good, I promise."

"You’ll be good? Ha! What a fucking joke. You're lucky I don't break your pretty little neck right here and now. But since you asked nicely, maybe I'll i won’t hurt you as bad, this once. Now stand up straight and face me like the disobedient whore you are."

Slowly, you stood up straight, your legs trembling slightly as you awaited his next move. "Thank you, sir."

"That's better," he said putting his drink down on the nightstand, his voice laced with distain yet also a hint of satisfaction. "Now, strip for me."

You hesitated for a moment, debating whether to push your luck or not. But then again, you knew better than to defy him twice in a row. Slowly, you took off your sweater, removing a layer of heat.

Next came the your top, you began to undo the buttons of your shirt, revealing your chest.

You stood there, naked and ass completely bare, feeling exposed and vulnerable yet somehow aroused by the power he held over you.

"Turn around," he commanded coldly. Reluctantly, you turned around, your ass wiggling seductively as you did so. "Now, get on the bed, all fours, and face the mirror."

You complied reluctantly, feeling your heart race with anticipation mixed with fear. You knew what was coming next, but it didn't make it any easier to endure. You could feel his presence looming over you, his heat radiating off his body.

"That’s it bitch," he praised, his voice dripping with false reassurance. "Now, spread your legs."

You widened your stance, exposing your parts to him, the scent of arousal filling the air around you. "That's a good whore," he complimented, his hand reaching out to grab your hair and pull your head back forcefully, so you would be looking straight at the mirror.

"Look at me," he growled, his eyes boring into yours through the reflection. "Do you understand what happens to misbehaving sluts like you?"

"No," you managed to croak out, your voice barely above the sound of your pounding heart. "I-I don't know."

"Then let me educate you," he said coldly, his hand reaching out to slap your ass hard enough to leave a mark. "This is what happens to disobedient whores like you." Meanwhile he had removed his other hand from your hair, using it it to play with your front, ‘how kind of him~’

With each slap, his hand left a stinging mark on your ass, making it throb with each impact. The pain mixed with the humiliation and arousal, making it difficult for you to think straight. You squirmed and whimpered, trying to escape the torment but knowing it was futile.

"Please, sir," you begged between slaps, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm sorry. I'll be good. Just give me something more, please."

"You're sorry now? Too late for apologies, greedy bitch," he spits. But after a moment of consideration, he seems to have a change of perspective. With a wide grin on his face, “Okay then,” he says, releasing you and getting himself confortable on the bed. “Crawl over here and worship my cock, and I’ll consider forgiving you."

With shaking legs, you crawled towards him, your eyes locked on his hardened member, throbbing with desire through the fabric of his expensive pants. You reached out and undid them, pulling down his boxers and wrapped your lips around the head. Taking as much of his cock into your mouth as you could.

"Fuck," he says a bit breathless, this followed by his hand roughly grabbing your hair and pulling your head back and forth, face-fucking you.

"That’s right, show me how much you want me, how much you need my cock inside you."

You moaned around his cock, sucking and slurping greedily, your tongue swirling around the head, trying to please him. Your hands reached up, grasping his thighs, leaving wrinkles on the fabric as you held on tightly.

"Good," he praised, his voice becoming more husky with desire. "Now, let’s go back to the previous position." He tells you, forcefully pulling you off his dick.

With that you had his hand at your hole, rubbing and teasing your entrance "Spread your legs wider, and besides that, don't move a muscle."

You obeyed, spreading your legs wider, exposing yourself fully to him. He continued to tease and torment you, spiting on his fingers, he then digs into your sensitive spot, making you moan and writhe in pleasure mixed with pain.

"Tell me you're mine, bitch, that you belong to me," he demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me you'll do whatever I want, whenever I want."

"I'm yours, Vox," you managed to choke out, your voice cracking with each word. "I'll do anything you want!"

"That's better," he purred, his fingers leaving your hole and moving to your nipples instead. He pinched and twisted them mercilessly, causing you to arch your back and cry out at the painfully mix of sensation.

"Now, beg me to claim you as my own, not anyone else,"

"Please, Vox, claim me as yours," you begged, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I'm yours, I belong to you. Take me however you want, whenever you want."

"Seems like your not completely braindead after all," he sorta praises, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Keep your legs open like that."

"Yes, Vox," you managed to mumble out, your voice trembling with fear and arousal.

“That’s it," his voice dripping with false affection. "You better be ready, because I’m still pissed."

Without warning, he grabbed your hair again, pulling your head back forcefully, exposing your neck to him. "This is for disobeying me earlier today," he growled, his sharp teeth shining in the light as he bit down hard on your neck. His teeth sank deep into your skin, sure to leave a mark.

As he moved to bite another spot, you writhed and squirmed beneath him, unable to escape his hold. His tongue darted out to clean up the blood that trickled down your throat. Meanwhile, his other hand reached between your legs one more, finding your front and playing with it vigorously, driving you wild with desire.

"You taste so fucking good, slut," he growled as his mouth was now at your lips, his voice hoarse with desire. "Don’t fucking play with me again like that what you did today, understand?"

"Yes, Vox," you managed to choke out between gasps, your body trembling with the combination of pain and pleasure. "I won’t.” A lie you were both aware of.

"That's a good bitch," he praised, releasing your neck and licking the mark he had left on your neck clean. His hands now solely focused on making you climax, in addition he would let out some electricity coarse through his and consequently your body.

Your body still trembling with the aftermath of his earlier assault, and his current touches weren’t helping you to stabilize. Your eyes rolled back as you felt close, ‘close to finally cumming.’

"Look at yourself, Y/N," he tells, his voice low and demeaning, well aware you couldn’t look at your self with the way we’re rolled back. "So fucking pathetic and needy for release… Beg for it.”

And so you did, "P-please, Vox... I need it so bad," you begged, your voice cracking with desire. "Please, let me cum."

His laughter reverberated in your ears as he continued to tease you mercilessly. "You want it so badly, don't you?" he asked, his fingers working faster and harder between your legs, more and more shocks divulging from him.

Your mind drifted away from reality as you felt the edge of orgasm getting closer and closer, your body tensing up in anticipation. "Please, Vox!" you cried out, unable to resist any longer.

"Do you understand now?" he asked, his voice laced with satisfaction. "Do you understand your place in this world and how you belong by my side only?"

"Yes, Vox," you managed to choke out, your voice barely audible over the sound of your heavy breathing.

And a simple, “Cum.” was all it took for you to completely let go and the waves of pleasure take your body over….

You winced in pain while observing your reflection in the mirror. Bruises and bite marks adorned your body, and your swollen ass bore the aftermath of his restless assault. Dried tears stained your cheeks.

Then, Vox tenderly stroked your head, followed by a gentle kiss on your forehead. "Love you, babes, but don’t fuck with me like that again"

An ‘okay’ was all you had said before falling asleep.

✮ Velvette ✮

Despite possessing a sharp tongue herself, she has zero tolerance for sassiness or misbehavior. It's strictly 'her way or the highway, bitch!'

A single word out of place, and she'd swiftly grab your face, calling you out and issuing a stern warning to behave, unless you wanted to witness her truly angry.

Naturally, her warnings failed to deter you from persisting in your bratty behaviors; 'it didn't before, so why should it now?'

Turns out getting on Velvette bad side, wasn't as smooth sailing as your moment of unwarranted confidence led you to believe.

You might have casually stroll through her studio, engaging in conversation with her employees, consequently diverting their attention from work.

All this, despite their already tight schedule that you were acutely aware of, thanks to Velvette's hours-long bitching about it.

Nonetheless, you proceeded with your plan. In all honesty, given the hectic schedule leading up to the fashion show, Velvette had minimal time for you. Despite her efforts to squeeze out a few moments, the occasional 30 minutes a day left you unsatisfied.

If she wasn't going to provide the attention you craved, ‘you were determined to seek it elsewhere, easy peezy—‘ or so you believed.

Spotting you getting overly friendly with one of her models, she would forcefully pull you into a changing room, securing your wrist against the wall with one hand while using the other around your throat.

Insult would escape her lips as she vowed to in-still proper discipline in you in a more physical manner if simple phrases like 'I'm busy right now' failed to do the trick.

After leaving distinctive bite marks on your neck and collar, and leaving you with panting breath and puffy lips from an intense make-out session, she would resume her work. However, she would promise to teach you a lesson later that night as she exited the dressing room.

Honestly, among all three of the Vees, she was the only one with the decency not to do you in public.

"Today is already a mess, but you had to make it worse, you ungrateful bitch," Velvette exclaimed before storming out of her office, leaving you alone, bound, with vibrators attached to stimulate your body.

Now, how did it come to this? Let's rewind to 10:30 a.m.;

Velvette had overslept by an hour, throwing her entire schedule off, and in the world of fashion and social media, an hour is practically an eternity.

Despite consistently projecting an image of superiority, she was visibly rattled by being late. Knowing she couldn't control or turn back time, she relied on meticulous planning to leash the day. She's a bit of a control freak, if you hadn't noticed.

After a challenging morning of tackling voicemails and addressing urgent missed calls, Velvette managed to regain her momentum. Things were sailing smoothly until Valentino made an appearance.

Apparently, one of his employees had been shot in the face the previous night, resulting in a disfigurement that rendered them unable to participate in the planned movie.

Clearly frustrated, Valentino stormed into Velvette's studio to bitch about the situation, throwing things around and even ripping apart one of Velvette’s workers. This compelled her to call in a backup model, with rates that would disrupt her budget.

Not only did Velvette find this model too expensive, but she also disapproved of their overly flirtatious attitude.

And that's where you entered the picture, making her already lousy day even more exasperating. You had awakened about 10 minutes after Velvette, disturbed by her loud conversations on the phone.

However, it didn't bother you too much since your morning routine wasn't significantly affected by the late wake-up call. As Velvette's sugar baby and partner, she paid you to prepare home-cooked meals, be there to listen to her vent, and look good. As long as you weren’t the one who’s oversleep, you were in the clear.

In contrast to her hectic morning, yours unfolded at a slow and leisurely pace. You took your time with skincare and haircare, even savoring the breakfast you had prepared while Velvette rushed through hers to catch the elevator to her studio.

Despite disliking seeing her frowning and rushed in the mornings, you had held your tongue, aware that she wasn't in the mood to be told so. Besides, you couldn't help but smile when you noticed she had still laid out your outfit of the day despite her hurried state.

As half past noon approached, you descended in the elevator to her studio, carrying a warm lunch. Knowing she needed some persuasion to take a break from work and eat, even though she paid you to prepare her meals.

When she initially dismissed you upon your approach, it wasn't surprising. That was the usual routine. However, typically, after 15-25 minutes, she'd relent. Well, that was the norm. This time, an hour had passed, and she still adamantly refused to pause.

Bored and hungry, the usual scene of you two enjoying a shared meal and exchanging affectionate words was absent. Normally, you'd be showering her with praise, boosting her pride and motivation with each word. ‘This was how things were supposed to be,’ you thought, yet here you were, seated on a plush satin-covered chair in a corner of the spacious room.

Contemplating leaving altogether, considering nobody in the studio cared about your presence except Velvette, and she was currently too busy to notice. As you prepared to depart, a manicured hand rested on your shoulder.

"Well, hello there, sweetheart. What's a pretty thing like you doing all alone?" inquired the attractive woman with whom you soon found yourself engaging in conversation with. Unbeknownst to you, she was the backup model Velvette disliked but had to call in.

What you did know was that from her flirty attitude, to the fact she was feeling you up and the eye fucking she was giving you, that woman was definitely hitting on you.

You also knew you should have told her that you were with Vel, but after feeling ignored and abandoned since this morning, it felt refreshing to have someone finally pay attention to you.

Around 2:25 p.m., Velvette finally took a break from work, envisioning a moment to share lunch with you and perhaps find comfort in your embrace.

However, that dreamy scenario shattered when she looked your way and spotted 'that bitch Bridgette Bastia' not only flirting with you, her hand around your waist, but also eating away at HER LUNCH.

To make matters worse, Bridgette whispered things in your ear, leading to giggles.

Unlike Valentino, Velvette wasn't one to tear employees apart; she preferred the more elegant approach of firing them.

However, witnessing the girl cozying up to you fueled a desire in her to do something far less refined. She wanted nothing more than stab the chick to death(well, second death).

When Velvette confronted you about the proximity between you and the model, you had the audacity to respond with a cheeky "What's wrong, babes? Thought you were busy," accompanied by a sly expression and tone.

In a fit of rage, Velvette pushed Bridgette away and seized your wrist, forcefully ushering you into her office and slamming the door shut behind you;

"Today is already a mess, but you had to make it worse, you ungrateful bitch. Allowing that cunt to touch you so freely! Are you that much of a whore that you can't stand to not have someone laying their hands on you for a moment?" Velvette spat at you, accentuating her anger with a furious fist slam.

She yearned to make you suffer for intensifying her frustration, but hitting wasn't her style, and mere verbal assaults wouldn't suffice. That's when what she considered a brilliant idea struck her.

Utilizing her clothing transformation ability, she effortlessly rendered you completely exposed and bound with a mere swipe of her finger. Your once classy outfit morphed into an intricate arrangement of tied ropes, forming a captivating star-shaped pattern across your chest, in addition to a blindfold obscuring your vision, leaving you helpless in both movement and sight.

To escalate matters, she procured a vibrator from her office drawer and a ball gag she had used for a recent BDSM-themed shoot.

"You want to play the part of a needy slut, so I'll treat you as such," she whispered into your ear.

Following that, she attached the vibrator to your parts, setting it to medium vibration. It was intense enough to make your body react, but not strong enough to get you off.

"Behave until I return," she stated before departing, leaving you alone and exposed in the secluded offices.

Feeling the sensation of the vibrations consuming you, you clung to the hope that she was merely bluffing and would return soon.

Yet, you were well aware not to rely on that expectation. Once Velvette made up her mind, nothing you could say or do would alter her decision. ‘Knowing her, it wouldn't be surprising if she left you in that room until the end of her workday.’

As time passed the vibrations continued to pulse through your body, you couldn't help but feel a mix of anxiety and arousal. Velvette's actions were surprising but far from unpredictable. She had always been domineering and controlling, but this was on a whole new level.

You couldn't help but wonder how long you would be left like this, 3 hours had already passed by now, 2 more and the day would be over. ‘Did she forget you were in there, or was she intentionally keep you bound and stimulated to teach you a lesson?’

Your mind began to race with thoughts of escape. With your hands tied, it wouldn't be easy, but surely you could find a way to free yourself. The sensation of vibrator was becoming more intense with each passing minute, making it harder to concentrate on your predicament.

As you wriggled and squirmed, trying to find a way to release yourself, the door to the office creaked open. You tensed up, hoping it was Velvette, ready to release you from your captive state.

But instead, it was none other than Valentino, a cloud of red smoke surrounding him, and a smirk appearing on his face as he took in the sight before him.

"Well, well, look who we have here," Valentino drawled with his condescending smirk, his eyes inspecting your bound and stimulated form. "I guess you've managed to piss off our dear Velvette, huh? Serves you right. I've always known you were spoiled little bitch that didn’t know their place."

He sauntered over to you, his black heel boots clicking against the hardwood floor. "Thought you could get away with flirting with another woman right in her studio? You're a dumber than I if you thought she'd let that slide."

He leaned in close, his breath hot and rank against your ear. "She's got a mean streak, you know. You should have just waited patiently instead of pulling that kind of stunt. I’d keep my eyes peeled and my mouth shut from then on if I were you."

With that, Valentino turned on his heel and left the room, the door slamming shut behind him, leaving you alone in the room now filled with smoke with your humiliation and aching body…

About 10 minutes later Velvette stormed into the office, her face twisted in anger. She had received a text message from Valentino, no doubt gloating about the situation he had just witnessed.

Her eyes scanned the room, taking in the scene before her: you, bound and stimulated, with a look of both embarrassment and arousal on your face.

Velvette's lips curled into a sneer as she stepped into the room, a mixture of anger and amusement playing across her features. "What a fucking mess," she muttered under her breath, crossing the room to stand before you.

"I told you to behave, and this is what happens? Valentino gets a peek at your pathetic state," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. She reached down and flicked the vibrators, making you flinch and moan softly around your gag.

"Oh, look at that, you're already soaking wet," she teased, her fingers tracing the contours of the vibrator attached to you. "I can't believe I have to deal with this. And here I thought you were smarter than that.”

Velvette couldn't resist the urge to taunt you further, her fingers gently probing your slick, throbbing intimates. She knew full well the effect it would have on you, and the way you squirmed only fueled her desire to humiliate you.

"You're so wet, darling. It's almost as if you enjoyed having Valentino see you like this," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "I'll make sure to tell him how wet you got from the embarrassment. Bet that moth fucker would love that, and so would you."

Obviously you weren’t into Valentino, and seeing like that you was the last you had wanted. So of course you violently shook your head in didn’t disagreement at the mention of her telling him more about your current interactions.

Thought being rendered Velvette’s pathetic bitch was hot, and an observer only reaffirmed the situation. ‘So maybe him walking in wasn’t ‘that’ unpleasant—‘

Her fingers danced against your most sensitive spots, eliciting strangled moans from you. "You're such a terrible liar, you know that? I can always see right through you," she continued, her voice a mixture of anger and arousal.

Despite your frustration and embarrassment, you couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through you with each touch from Velvette's skilled fingers. Her words and actions were cruel, yet they only seemed to heighten your arousal. As some sort of grace, she had removed the gag from you.

"It's not my fault he came in here," you whimpered . "I didn't invite him."

"Oh, please," Velvette scoffed, her fingers continuing their dance. "You're always looking for attention, always seeking validation from others. It's disgusting." Obviously she knew what she was saying was bullshit but it was fun taunt.

She increased the pressure, your body arching in response. "You should be grateful I haven't given you to him yet. He'd probably enjoy watching you squirm even more than I do."

Her words stung, but they also fueled your arousal. You knew she was right; you did crave attention, and Velvette's treatment of you only made it worse.

"Please, Velvette," you pleaded, your voice barely audible. "I'm sorry. Just let me cum please." Hours of stimulation plus the added stimulation had become to much for you, if you didn’t cum soon you would go crazy.

Velvette smirked at your plea, her fingers slowing down for a moment. "Oh, you want to cum, is that so?" she purred, stepping closer to you. "And what makes you thing you deserve it, huh? After your behaviour today, you’re gonna have to earn it."

She reached down and untying the vibration, removing it from your body altogether. "Now, you're going to eat me out and beg for me to make you cum. If you do a good job, I might just let you."

You felt a mixture of relief and panic as the vibrators were removed. While your body ached for release, the idea of pleasuring Velvette made you both nervous and excited, especially because your climax depended on it.

"Don't disappoint me," she warned, her eyes locked on yours. "I'm not in the mood for any more disobedience."

With a final glare, she stepped back, giving you room to kneel before her. Your heart raced as you watched her unzip her pants, revealing pretty pussy.

You hesitated for a moment, your eyes flicking between Velvette's smirking face and the task ahead of you. You could feel the tension in your body, the need to cum be touched overwhelming. But you knew you had no choice but to obey.

Mustering your courage, you lowered your head, your tongue darting out to trace the edge of Velvette's lace panties. The fabric was slick with arousal, and you knew she was already wet for you. She removed the arrival clothing herself as you were still bound.

With a deep breath, you began to lick and suck, your hands in fist to bring yourself some security. Velvette's hands threaded through your hair, guiding you as you tasted her.

"That's it, slut," she hissed, her voice low and dark. "Show me how sorry you are."

You redoubled your efforts, licking and nibbling at her skin, flicking your tongue against her clit. Velvette's breath hitched, her fingers tightening in your hair.

"Fuck, that feels good," she growled, her body arching into your mouth. "But you still haven't earned your orgasm."

You knew she was right, and you concentrated on pleasing her, your tongue working in tandem. Velvette's moans grew louder, her thighs shaking.

"You're doing well, Y/N," she said, her voice a ragged whisper. "But you still have a long way to go."

Velvette's voice was sharp, her fingers tangling in your hair as she pulled your head back. "Apologize for talking to that model," she demanded, her eyes like ice. "Admit that you were in the wrong,”

You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest. Saying the words would be humiliating, but you needed relief.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice breathy. "I shouldn't have talked to her. I was wrong."

Velvette's fingers loosened, her eyes narrowing. “Better,” she said, her voice still icy. "Now finish making me come, and maybe, just maybe, I'll let you cum."

You augmented your efforts, your tongue working with renewed vigor. Velvette's moans grew louder, her body trembling.

"You're close," you murmured against her folds, your own arousal reaching new heights, despite being the one getting dominated it was still hot to see her all shaky.

Velvette's body tensed, her moans growing louder as you brought her to orgasm. Her release washed over you, her juices coating your tongue and face.

"Good bitch," she panted, her body shuddering.

With that, Velvette pulled you to your feet, your bodies pressed together. Her fingers found your front once more, teasing you before starting to jerk you.

"Spread your legs," she ordered, her voice harsh. "I want a good view of your pretty body."

You complied, your heart racing. Velvette's hands played you like a fiddle, her gaze locked on your face.

"You're so wet," she said, her voice a mix of satisfaction and anger. "No wonder Valentino was so fucking smug about it."

Your body throbbed, the need for release growing stronger. Velvette's hands moved faster, her gaze never leaving your face.

"Beg me for it," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "Beg me to make you cum."

You hesitated, your breath hitching. Asking for her permission felt like a betrayal of yourself, but you needed relief.

"Please, Velvette," you whispered, your voice shaking. "I need to cum. Please let me cum."

Her fingers paused for a moment, her eyes locked on yours. "You're so desperate, aren't you?" she purred, her fingers resuming their pace.

She increased her pace, her hands toying with you with expert precision. Your body ached, your moans growing louder.

"Tell me how much you want it," she commanded, her voice a low growl. "Tell me how much you need to cum."

You hesitated, your face flushing, but you needed her permission.

"I need it, Velvette," you whispered, your voice trembling. "I need to cum so bad."

Her fingers slowed, her eyes never leaving your face. "You better make a good show, slut," she said, her voice tight. "Or I'll make you wait even longer next time."

Velvette's hands going faster, your body arching in response. You could feel the orgasm building, your breath coming in short bursts.

"That's it, Y/N," she growled, her voice low and dangerous. "Come for me."

With a final surge, you came, your body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Velvette's hnads never stopped, her thumb brushing against your most sensitive part.

"That’s my good bitch," she said, her voice satisfied. "Now, I think it's time for a reward."

She pulled her fingers from your body, her eyes locked on your face. She leaned in, her lips brushing against yours. The kiss was rough, her tongue probing your mouth.

Velvette pulled away, her eyes still locked on yours. "You'll learn to behave next time, won't you?" she asked, her voice soft but firm.

You nodded, your body still trembling from your orgasm. As much as the experience had been humiliating and degrading, there was something thrilling about it, too.

"Yes, Velvette," you whispered, feeling both exhausted and satisfied.

With that she untied you, dressed you back up and sent you on your merry way to your shared room…

𝐕 Valentino & Vox 𝐕

Is one cock truly not enough for you, greedy whore~

Firstly, what possessed you to believe that engaging in any kind of relationship with both of them was an intelligent idea? Dealing with one is bad enough, but two? Are y’a crazy bitch?! (By the way, the bitch is me, I need these motherfucker to tag team me. Now that this is said, no more interruptions.)

Initially, this situation would be chaotic, not only due to the on and off relationship these two shared but now, you're also giving them attitude? ‘Who the fuck do you think you are?!’

The atmosphere would swiftly shift, with Val embodying his short-tempered self, and Vox grappling with frustration, both using you as some sort of stress reliever as they would fuck you until they were relaxed.

Picture this: Val once again enraged at an employee, Vox desperately attempting to pacify him. You entering the room, trying to innocently retrieving your charger left there this morning—‘nothing too troublesome, nothing to escalate their moods, right?’

Well, not quite. The catch is that your attire was entirely off the mark. Despite it being a Wednesday, the designated day for pink attire as Val had explicitly stated, your outfit missed the mark.

And it wasn't just Val overseeing your wardrobe; Vox had explicitly forbidden overly revealing clothing, especially when walking through the Vees' tower where anyone could catch an eyeful of you.

The burning question on both of their minds, as you discreetly attempted to grab your belongings and make your exit, was: 'Why the fuck were you in that skimpy red outfit?!' (It’s also that fucking radio demon’s color! — Vox)

It wouldn't take long for the situation to escalate into a heated argument. You asserting your independence, claiming the right to wear whatever you pleased, and their response insisting you belonged to them, hence you would dress as instructed. In addition, you would also insults their masculinity and critiques of their chosen attire for the day, as some sort of pay back.

Controlling your clothing marked an expression of their intense possessiveness. Despite its occasional annoyance, you found it fucking thrilling to be both their lover and plaything.

And as you would flip them off and attempting to leave the room, you'd feel a pair of clawed arms wrapping around you, digging into your flesh and forcefully pulling you back in. With that you would end up all tied up, and edge by those two shitheads. Malicious grins plastered on their faces.

If 'dressing like a depraved bitch in heat and act out,' was what you whole heartedly desired, then they would just have to mold you into a well-behaved little thing, one way or another.

Eventually, you'd be so thoroughly overwhelmed and overstimulated that the thought of defying them, or anything thought for that matter, would be far from your mind. But ‘hey, a win is a win!’

The day kicked off on a hot, particularly for your two Overlord boyfriends….

Valentino tenderly woke you with a kiss on your hair, while Vox used tender words to bring you back to reality.

"Y/N, sweetheart, time to wake up," Vox said, your body jerking awake. As you rubbed your eyes, Valentino left a trail of kisses from your shoulder to jaw. "We wouldn't want our sweet Y/N eating breakfast alone," he whispered into your ear.

You pulled away the covers, stood up, and let out a satisfied groan as you stretched. Continuing with your morning routine, you decided to spice things up when having taken a glance at your fully laid out outfit of the day.

Facing your fully clothed boyfriends on the heart-shaped bed, you sensually removed your pajamas, earning a whistle from Valentino and an open-mouthed stare from Vox.

Fully nude, you executed a reverse striptease, putting on your fresh clothes with the same sexed up attitude you just had when shedding yourself of your pyjama.

Once dressed, you completed your look, including jewelry, hair, skincare, and makeup. Slipping away to the kitchen, you avoided the customary morning kiss, leaving your lovers slightly irked.

Your deliberate avoidance continued at the breakfast table, and although they were busy, your actions left them with a slightly sour mood due to the absence of the usual morning ritual.

Meanwhile, you reveled in the small power trip of influencing the moods of these powerful men with such little actions.

Several hours had elapsed, and it was now lunchtime. Knowing Val, he was likely already enjoying his meal, while your TV-headed boyfriend, Vox, was likely too absorbed in his usual surveillance to remember the existence of food.

Being the thoughtful partner you were, you whipped up something delicious and nutritious, heading to the underground watching room before Vox could realize his hunger and order his usual unhealthy fast food.

Despite his argument that the food he consumed you considered ‘shitty’ was quicker and simpler to get a hold of, you knew the toll it took on his energy, sleep, and mood swings. So once you became close enough to speak your mind, you had 'aggressively kindly' nudged him toward a better diet;

As the lift platform halted, holding a picnic basket, you walked the catwalk towards Vox's chair. Catching him fixated on the screens with no food in sight, you leaned in and playfully said, "boo!" prompting a high-pitched scream from Vox, earning a smirk from you and a groggy reaction from him.

However, his demeanor swiftly changed as he received the first kiss of the day from you and noticed the basket in your hand, realizing it was likely a meal you had prepared to share.

Grabbing the basket, he placed it on his desk and pulled you onto his lap by the hips. You both began eating, with you feeding him – a domestic sight only accessible to you and the other Vees.

As you continued to feed Vox, you couldn't resist the opportunity to tease him. You started grinding your hips against his lap, feeling his growing erection beneath you. Your hand slid up and down his thigh, sending electric shocks through his body. He groaned into his food, clearly enjoying the attention.

After you finished our meal, you stood up, playfully caressing the edge of his screen and smirking at the eager expression on Vox's face. "You know what, Voxy? You seem mighty stressed to me, and I feel it’s only right for me to do something about it, right?"

His eyes widened in anticipation, and you could see the hint of a blush on his TV screen. you leaned in close to his ear, your lips grazing the monitor as you whispered, "You wanted that, don’t you?. emphasizing your words by grinding against him once more.

Vox couldn't help but moan softly at the thought of what you had planned for him. His eyes darted around the screens, trying to find a way to distract himself from the tempting proposition, but that did nothing to help his heighten arousal.

As you began to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants, he bit his lip to stifle another moan. "I can't believe you're doing this right after lunch," he murmured, his voice trembling with desire. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that, right?"

You chuckled softly, a wicked glint in your eyes as you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him. Your fingers deftly undid the final buttons and pulled his pants down, revealing his already hard member. A smirk graced your lips as you teased him by trailing your fingertips along the length of his cock.

Vox's breath hitched, his eyes closing tightly as he tried to maintain control. You leaned in closer, the warmth of your breath causing him to shiver. "You're so hard for me, Vox," you taunted, but soon got to the task ahead.

You eagerly took Vox's length into your mouth, you tongue tracing the vein that ran down the underside of his member. You sucked him diligently, your cheeks hollowing as you bobbed your head up and down, your eyes locked on his. Vox's fingers threaded through your hair, his breath coming in sharp gasps as the pleasure washed over him.

As the sensations built, his hips began to buck, his moans growing louder and more urgent. Just as he was about to reach his peak, you pulled back, a wicked grin on your face. Causing Vox to let out a dissatisfied whine.

So with a giggle, you stood up, you kissed the side of his monitor and quickly took your leave before he could fully register that you had left him panting and desperate.

As he regained his senses, his mood was certainly not the best,— let’s just say he was pissed when he was force to take care of the erection you had caused.

Continuing with your day, it was now a quarter past four, and you knew Valentino was still shooting. With the same mischievous spirit you had when you visited Vox, you headed to Valentino’s studio.

Luck was on your side as they were on a 10-minute break, so Val wouldn’t be bothered by your sudden arrival. In fact, he seemed delighted to see you, welcoming you with a hug that involved all four of his arms.

In return for his affection, you gave him some of yours, expressing it with a soft, sweet, and brief kiss. But of course, the overlord of lust and depravity wasn’t satisfied with such a short gesture, especially considering the state you’d put him in since that morning with your little stunt.

With two arms propping you up and the others encircling you, he pulled you in closer, one hand lifting your chin to bring your lips together. And oh, what a kiss it was.

Your kiss was far from gentle; it was a collision of desire and intensity, fueled by primal instincts and raw passion. He drew you closer, if that was even possible, his hands gripping you fiercely as your lips met with a hunger that bordered on desperation. There was an urgency to your embrace, a need to consume each other completely. Your mouths moved hungrily against each other, teeth clashing and tongues dueling in a fierce battle for dominance—a battle that Valentino obviously won.

His touch was possessive, leaving trails of fire in its wake as he explored every inch of your skin with a roughness that sent shivers down your spine. You responded in kind, your nails digging into his back.

Your kiss was a whirlwind of passion and desire, leaving you both breathless and panting when you finally parted.

As he lowered you down, you felt slightly dizzy, ‘must be Val’s toxins’. It was then that you noticed some staff members had stopped their work just to watch you, and you couldn't help but shoot Valentino a glare after assessing the situation as ‘that bastard knew you were being watch but didn’t say shit so that his employee stopped, even a simple wave from him would’ve have done the trick’. However, he only chuckled in response.

Taking his place in his director's chair, he stared at you intently before patting his lap. “Won’t you stay with papi and watch? After all, you did spend lunch with Voxxy. Won’t you do this for me, cariño?” he asked, his request momentarily distracting you from your thoughts.

It took you a moment to comply, your mind still processing the mention of lunch with Vox. ‘Had Vox told him what you’d done? Probably not, knowing Vox wouldn’t admit to being played like a fiddle by you. Then how—oh yeah, Vox took a selfie while you were feeding him, and he likely sent it to Val.’

With that revelation out of your mind, you settled into Valentino’s lap, one of his arms around your waist while the other had already started traced patterns on your thigh.

As the shoot began, you decided that Valentino should also get some of your ‘special attention’. With that in mind, you started to roll your hips. However, Valentino was quick to stop you in your tracks, his hand on your waist drawing you closer while the one on your throat and another on your thigh roughly squeezed the flesh as a way to say ‘stop’.

You listened to his warning, for a moment... stopping for 5 minutes or so before starting again, earning a hitched breath from the tall moth. His hold became more aggressive, slightly bending forward to whisper in your ear, “You’re really testing my patience, mi amor, and I’d suggest you stop unless you want me to fuck you right here and there in front of everyone.”

But you replied coyly with, “I don’t know what you're talking about,” emphasizing your words with another roll of your hips.

Despite Valentino being a sex maniac, just like Vox, he had grown too possessive to let others see you in such an intimate position, not even as punishment. So his current threat was all bark and no bite, and you both knew it.

He quickly realized that you knew, which caused him to ‘tsk’ and sit back. The man was too prideful to admit you were affecting him to the point where he couldn’t focus on his work properly. So his plan was to wait it out, to wait until the end of the shoot so he could put you in your place.

But by now, you knew him and his work too well. So, 30 minutes before it was over, you got up, informing Val that you had to go on a ‘bathroom break’. Of course, he allowed it, playing the role of the unaffected and non-retaliating.

But the catch that Valentino hadn’t anticipated was, this wasn’t a bathroom break; you had just run away without him noticing, leaving him to take care of his hard one just like you had done with Vox.

You giggled as you sat on your bed, thinking about how he would react when the shoot finally ended and everything clicked. And since you were already long gone, for time efficiency, he would just move on to the next shoot instead of chasing after you.

After all, he was on a time crunch; he probably only had 20 minutes or so of a break to take care of himself, definitely not enough time to find you and fuck you.

It was now 6 p.m., and you were out and about with Velvette, having grown close through your relationships with the two boys. She found you fun, and you could say the same about her. So it wasn’t out of the ordinary when she sent a text to each of them that she was taking ‘their bitch out to party’. As usual, she didn’t listen when they told her not to; she wanted to party with her bestie, and their boyfriends definitely weren’t going to stop her.

So there you were, clubbing hard, singing along loudly, dancing your ass off, and drinking in a manner that was definitely overindulgent, but who cared? You weren’t going to die from it.

As you were chatting it up with Velvette, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were met with quite the good-looking hellhound. He introduced himself as Marco and thought you were cute. He wanted to see if you could get drinks together, maybe exchange numbers. He was sweet and wasn’t forcing himself on you or anything, so you spoke honestly to him.

“I’m going to level with you, Marco,” you said. “Okay,” he replied.

“You seem like a very sweet hound, but I’m currently in a wonderful relationship with the loves of my life, or is it afterlife?—anyways, what I mean to say is thanks for the offer, but I can’t accept.” You rambled due to the alcohol already in your system, and Marco expressed that he understood and was happy for you.

But then an idea came to mind. “But could I actually ask you a favour, Marco?” you inquired.

“Sure, as long as it’s not too extravagant of an ask,” he replied.

“Never. Anywho, I was wondering if you’d be down to take a selfie with me, nothing too intimate, but you’d be holding me in it, like a really close hug. I want to tease my boyfriends, and that’ll definitely do the trick,” you told him.

He pondered for a second, then a “Sure, why not?” came out.

And so the selfie-taking proceeded. You followed through on your words, nothing but his hands around your waist. You knew that would get another rise from your ‘tv head and moth man’ when they saw your new Sinstagram post.

Were they going to do anything to Marco? No. You’d say something along the lines of ‘I’ll never forgive you’ and give them the cold shoulder if they did. Plus, they’d know this was just teasing, nothing more. If you had intended to make them furious, you would have kissed the guy.

Putting your phone down after posting the selfie with a couple of different pictures from the night, you soon felt it buzz. Looking at the notifications, they were texts from Vox and Valentino. But in your drunk and teasing mindset, you decided to ignore them, just shooting a glance at Velvette, which she understood meant ‘you can text them if they ask about me, but I won’t be doing it.’

She only rolled her eyes at that look but then chuckled at the thought of the state you probably had Valentino and Vox in, because those guys had some serious jealousy issues.

9 p.m. had hit, and you and Velvette had decided you were good for the night. So, calling your driver, you waited by the curb.

“You know they’re going to fuck the shit out of you for that little picture,” she said before taking a hit of her vape.

“Oh, I’m counting on it. That’s why I already left both of them high and dry separately today,” you replied. She looked at you, surprised for a second, then burst out laughing.

“Bitch, you’re crazy! That’s why I like you, though.” With that said, the car had finally arrived, and in about 15 minutes, you were back at the tower.

Velvette had shot you a teasing ‘good luck’ once you both had stepped out of the elevator on the last floor.

You took off your shoes before entering your room. Pushing the door open, you were met with your two boyfriends sitting on your bed, staring straight at you. They must have been waiting for your return.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence, Val. It’s our little professional photographer," Vox remarks, his tone laced with amusement and spite.

"Oh, indeed, Vox. It seems that truly adore the art, don't they? So much so that they’ll snap a pic at any given opportunity, regardless of who they're doing it with." Val adds, his words carrying a subtle innuendo.

"Oh please, it was just a hug," you retorted dismissively as you turned away from them, starting to change out of your outing clothes.

"Just a hug? JUST A HUG?!!" Valentino's voice rose with indignation. "That mutt was practically fucking you!" he exclaimed. Despite Valentino's tendency to exaggerate, he was jumping to the guns, Marco hadn’t even been groping you, but you refrained from pointing that out.

"That hellhound shouldn’t have been in your vicinity, point blank," Vox added, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with Valentino's statement.

"You two are such babies, you should stop fussing over a little selfie already," you scoffed, turning your head to look at them as you removed your last article of clothing.

Retrieving a towel from your drawer, you mentally decided it was time for a shower. In their minds, however, they were planning to make you pay for that picture and for teasing them earlier in the day.

In your mind, you were now going to take a shower, seeking solace in the calming embrace of warm water. However, in their minds, they had already made a silent pact to exact retribution for the audaciousness you had when snapping that picture and your teasing behavior throughout the day.

As you reached for the bathroom door handle, on of Valentino's hand shot out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back towards the bed. His grip was firm but not painful, leaving no doubt that you were not going anywhere until they had made their point clear. Vox stood up and joined him, a predatory gleam in his eyes as he towered over you.

"We'll show you what happens when you play with fire, brat," Valentino growled, his voice low and threatening. Vox nodded in agreement, his expression mirroring Valentino's anger.

Before you could protest or plead, they had you pinned down on the bed, your struggles met with their iron grip. Their faces hovered over yours, their anger palpable in the way their eyes burned with intensity.

Vox and Valentino started discussing strategies on how best to punish you for your transgressions, right in front of you.

"We need to teach them a lesson," Vox declared,"Something... memorable."

"Agreed," Valentino chimed in, tightening his grip on you as you tried to shuffle around "Something... painful."

"Yes, yes, something painful," Vox echoed, rubbing his temples in frustration. "We need to make sure they knows who the boss is here."

In unison, they nodded ominously, their plans solidifying rapidly.

"This is what happens when you toy with us, bébé~" Valentino hissed, his free hand reaching for a belt that he kept nearby. The sound of leather hitting flesh echoed through the room as he brought it down on your thighs, the sting of each blow making you yelp in pain and surprise.

Vox watched with approval, his own arousal growing as he saw the marks forming on your skin. He moved closer, his fingers tracing the lines that Valentino was creating.

"You see this, doll," Vox purred, his voice low and seductive, "you see what you make us do when you behave like a brat. We don’t like hurting you,” a lie. “but can’t just let you do whatever, we do not tolerate petty disobedience, I thought you’d knew that by now."

His fingers trailed down to your chest, playing your now perked nipples. You squirmed beneath their touch, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through your veins.

Valentino paused momentarily, the belt falling limply to the side. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered "Remember this, cariño. We may love you, but that doesn’t mean you got free reins to be a bratty ass bitch."

With that, he released you, stepping back to allow Vox his turn. The television-headed demon's gaze never left your face as he took the belt from Valentino, his eyes flickering with anticipation.

Vox cracked the belt across your ass, the sharp sting catching you off guard. You cried out, your body arching involuntarily as the pain seared into your skin. But then, an unexpected warmth spread through you, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure that you couldn't quite comprehend.

Valentino watched from the corner of the room, his eyes locked onto your reactions. As you writhed beneath Vox's hand, he began undressing, slowly revealing his muscular form. He wore nothing but a pair of black silk boxers that did little to hide his arousal.

Once naked, he walked over to you, his steps confident and assured. He picked up a pair of handcuffs from the nightstand and began to tie your hands behind your back, securing your mouvement firmly. As the cuffs tightened, a jolt of arousal was sent through you.

Vox continued spanking you, alternating between the belt and his open palm. Your skin turned a darker shade, a testament to your punishment. Yet, despite the pain, you couldn't deny the rush of lust pulsating through your veins.

Finally, Vox stopped spanking you, satisfied with the sight of your reddened cheeks. He stepped back, admiring his work, before whispering softly, "Such a bad little thing, aren't you? But don't worry, we won't leave you like this. We're going to give you what you deserve."

Valentino knelt beside you, his eyes glinting with desire. He gently stroked your hair, whispering soothing words into your ear, "It's okay, amorcito. It's all going to be okay. Just let go."

Their words, combined with the physical pain, pushed you further into a state of heightened arousal. You felt your body responding to their dominance, your core throbbing in anticipation.

Valentino stood up, motioning for Vox to join him. They exchanged a heated glance, their shared desire evident. With a nod, they moved towards you, Vox taking your legs while Valentino held your torso. Together, they positioned you on your knees, your ass lifted invitingly.

Valentino reached for a bottle of lubricant from the nightstand, pouring a generous amount into his hand. He rubbed it on your entrance, preparing you for what was to come. Your breathing hitched as his cool touch met your heated core, sending shivers down your spine.

Quickly after, Vox moved behind you, his erection hard and ready. He positioned himself at your entrance, pausing briefly to grab your hair and look into your eyes. There was a mix of fear and lust in your gaze, and he smirked, knowing he had you exactly where he wanted you.

With a swift thrust, he entered you, filling you completely. You gasped, your body adjusting to the invasion. His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust pushing deeper inside you.

Valentino watched intently, his cock equally hard and ready. He practically couldn't wait for his turn, but first, he wanted to see the full effect of their domination on you.

Vox increased his pace, his thrusts becoming faster and harder. His grip on your hair tightened, his other hand holding onto your hip for support. Each time he slammed into you, your breasts bounced enticingly, drawing Valentino's attention.

"Look at them, Vox," Valentino said, his voice thick with desire. "See how much they wants this. How much they needs this."

Vox grunted in response, his movements becoming more erratic. He pulled you back, using your hair to lift your head, and you found yourself looking straight into his cyan-colored eyes.

"That's it, whore," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "Take it like a good little slut."

Valentino joined in, running his hands over your body, pinching your nipples roughly. His touch was both tender and cruel, eliciting moans from you.

"You like this, don't you?" he taunted, his voice a soft purr. "You love when we’re mean to you, bitch~"

Vox then pulled you up into a chokehold, applying pressure to your throat. You struggled slightly, but the combination of pain and pleasure was overwhelming. Your body arched involuntarily, your climax approaching rapidly.

The pressure on your throat intensified, your breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. Your vision blurred, your world narrowing down to the sensations coursing through you. Everywhere Vox touched felt electrified, every thrust of his hips driving you higher.

"Cum for me, bitch," Vox snarled, his voice hoarse with desire. Valentino continued to play with your nipples with his top hands, as his bottom ones took care your front.

Your release was imminent, the pressure building within you threatening to burst. You mewled, your muscles clenching around Vox, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave.

As you climaxed, Vox continued to choke you, his movements becoming wilder. You felt him swell inside you, his soon reached his climax.

Finally, he came, roaring your name as he filled you completely. He held you in the chokehold for a few more seconds before releasing you, allowing you to catch your breath.

Your breathing was hieratic as you felt your body plot down against the mattress. But to bass for you they didn’t intend on letting you rest.

Valentino stepped up behind you, his erection still throbbing. Without warning, he entered you from behind, his movements slow and deep. The sensation of being filled so so only after your first climax was quite the overstimulating one.

Without warning, Valentino pushed your head into the mattress, your face buried in the soft fabric. You gasped, feeling the sudden loss of control. He spanked you again, the sting mixing with the lingering ache from earlier.

"That's right, bitch," he growled, his voice rough. "Stay quiet. Take what I give you."

His thrusts became faster, his hips slamming into you with each movement. You could feel Vox's semen leaking out slightly, only to be replaced by Valentino's relentless pursuit.

Each strike of his hand echoed through the room, punctuating the sounds of your moans and their grunts. The pain and pleasure merged, creating a symphony of submission.

Valentino's fingers dug into your hips, gripping tightly as he pounded into you. Your body responded, moving with his rhythm, your inner walls milking him with each thrust.

Despite the pain, you couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of being owned, of being taken by these powerful beings. Their dominance over you was absolute, and it excited you beyond measure.

As Valentino neared his own climax, he tightened his grip on your hips, his thrusts becoming more frantic. Your body shook beneath him, your second orgasm building quickly.

"Come for me, slut," he demanded, his voice thick with desire. "Let me hear you scream!" He said as he pulled your hair, contradicting his previous statement about wanting you to be quite.

You complied, your orgasm hitting you like a freight train. Your entire body convulsed, your nails digging into the mattress as you screamed his name.

Valentino roared, his release pulsing inside you. He stayed still for a moment, catching his breath before withdrawing slowly.

As he stepped away, you collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily. The room was silent, save for your labored breaths.

Before you could recover, Valentino had wrapped his arms around you, his chin resting on your shoulder. He entered you from behind, his size stretching you wide. Your body trembled, your nerves overwhelmed by the dual invasion.

Following suit, Vox positioned himself in front of you, his erection already hard once more. Without warning, he slid back into you, his length filling you from the front. You cried out, your body protesting the overstimulation.

"Shhh, calm down ‘bébé’," Valentino whispered in your ear, his voice husky with desire. "We're not done with you yet."

Vox started thrusting, his movements slow and measured. Valentino followed his lead, their rhythms meshing perfectly. Your body bounced between them, caught in a vice of pleasure and pain.

They didn't care about your limits, your protests falling on deaf ears. Instead, they reveled in your discomfort, their own desires guiding their actions.

Their faces were etched with concentration, their eyes locked onto yours. They seemed almost hypnotized, lost in the act of taking you.

As they continued to thrust into you, their movements became more synchronized. Their bodies moved as one, their hips slapping against each other. In sync, they leaned in, capturing each other's lips in a fierce kiss.

Tongues tangling, their passion was palpable. It was a display of obsession and possession, leaving you breathless.

But their focus wasn't solely on each other. With one hand, Valentino gripped your hair, twisting it gently. Vox reached around, caressing your chest roughly.

Their kiss broke, Vox shifting his gaze to you. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss. His tongue delved deep, claiming you as his own.

When he pulled away, Valentino took over, his lips crushing against yours in a brutal kiss. His hands wandered, cupping your face, and then moving down to your neck.

Between kisses, they continued to fuck you, their bodies merging with yours. Their actions spoke volumes - you belonged to them, and you should know better than to fuck with them.

With each kiss, your body grew more sensitive, your mind clouded with lust. Vox and Valentino fed off your reactions, their desire escalating.

"That's it, baby," Valentino murmured against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. "Let go for us." He said as he let his hands wonder down to your front to increased the sensation.

Vox nodded, his thrusts growing more forceful. "Yes, cum for us."

Between kisses, they increased their pace, their movements relentless. Your climax built quickly, your body shaking beneath them.

Finally, you came, screaming into Vox's mouth. Their thrust not relenting as they chased their own orgasm.

As Vox and Valentino neared their climaxes, their thrusts grew more desperate. Sweat dripped from their bodies, mingling with yours. Their gazes locked, a silent agreement passed between them.

With a roar, Valentino thrust deep inside you, his release spilling within you. At the same time, Vox claimed you once more, his cum joining lover’s.

You all panted heavily as they remained inside you, enjoying the aftermath of their conquest.

In the silence that followed, you lay between them, exhausted and spent.

Some ‘I love you’s were shared as you all drifted off, it looks like showering will a ‘tomorrow’ type of task…

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02 | Coming to terms

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — SYNOPSIS : Actions comes with consequences, as reader has to live with her dumb decisions as she finds out she’s pregnant by a one night stand.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — WARNINGS : Cursing, being pregnant ??, angst, non sympathetic boss.

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ — WORD COUNT : 932

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Sitting in the waiting room of the doctors office where you'd get your first check up, you sighed. You insisted that you could've went by yourself but he didn't allow it. "No, I'm gonna be here for the pregnancy, the meeting can wait." That's what he said as you two drove here, he was still dressed quiet formal. "What if they ask if we're married or not." Jay was different, his views on things were very different. "Why do they care about what we have going on ?"'he spoke as he looked at the road.

You name was called as a nurse came to get you, jay following you as you got up. You walked into the room sitting down as the nurse asked you questions, answering all of them honestly jay listened. She asked about your symptoms and how they have been doing and you told her everything. She gave you tips on how to relieve some of the symptoms and she looked at jay. "You can help with some of those symptoms too.. just-" jay cut her off not looking at her but fidgeting with his hands. "We.. we don't live together." He spoke honestly, she looked a little surprised by that. The way he followed behind you and listened to everything just felt like a caring husband but that was far from the truth.

The ultrasound tech came in soon after, and they started the ultrasound to see what the baby currently looked like though you weren't that far along, it was a delight to see the baby .. hearing it's heartbeat made you smile. Jay was silent watching the ultrasound screen analyzing it. "Would you like a print ?"

"Two copy's please." Jay immediately spoke causing you to turn your heard. You thought as if jay only agreed to keep the baby was because of you and how adamant you were on it. Finally before you knew it, the appointment was over.

"Have you eaten yet?" He asked, looking at you. "I don't have time to eat I have work soon." You spoke. "Do they know ?" "Know what ?" "That you're pregnant?" Jay asked, you shook your head no. "I haven't had time to, works been really busy with all the extra projects and meetings so I just haven't had time." You spoke. "Don't hold it off, don't wait until you're 7 months and showing." Jay said, knowing how a boss thinks it's best if you tell them now then later. "Holding it off will do no good, I've  experienced it before it was frustrating to know that was the reason they were slacking off like that when they could've told you ages ago." His eyes were on you as he spoke. You sighed not in the mood to argue about if you should tell your boss or not. "Fine I'll tell him, I'll tell him when I go in today." You spoke almost dryly. Jays eyes scrunched.

"Don't start getting upset because I'm trying to help you, and try my best to be there to help prevent stress." He spoke, it sounded like he was trying to care for you, knowing he had to come to terms about the whole ordeal. He didn't sounded like a loving baby father, he sounded more like a dad trying to tell his kid what to do, or a boss even. "I get that, so please stop fucking trying to start and argument." You spoke slightly aggressive.

Heading into you bosses office, you sighed. "What did you have to speak to me about ?" He asked looking up at you, you went straight to the point not wanting to hold it off or else you'd be bugged about it by jay. "Im, pregnant. So I was wondering if you can slow down on all the work you give me just to help with the stress." Your boss lifting a brow. "Why ? You get the work done on time you seem like you can handle it so why should I slow down on all the work you're given because you're pregnant??" He spoke slightly getting upset about one of his best workers wanting a reduction all of the work given. "My—" and just like that he cut you off. "Your what ?" He spoke slightly incising you. "Because, you child's father wants me to, he doesn't want me to wait until I'm 7th months or even 8 months struggling to walk straight let a lone constantly trying to roam the halls to find something or work late at night just so something can be finished." You spoke trying your best to keep calm.

You were trying your best to keep calm and come to terms with the fact you were pregnant but it seemed as if your boss isn't. "You seem perfectly capable to do everything as you did before, maybe when you are actually showing I'll have sympathy." He spoke looking away from you and back at the work on his desk. Frustration taking over, walking out of the room sitting back at your work desk your phone vibrated opening it to see jays contact. "Did you speak to him?" He texted. You sent a simple mhm, and lied and said it went. Not wanting the whole thing to go farther.

Later when he picked you up he noticed the slightly stressed look on your face but didn’t say nothing, not until it was the 3rd time in the row he knew he had to say something or talk to you about it. He felt as if he might have to talk to the boss himself.

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pairing(s): yoongi x reader — mentions of husband!seokjin x reader

summary: “Please let me borrow your husband.” “You can if I can borrow Seokjin.” And so Min Yoongi was here, sitting on a ivory-colored leather sofa, surveying Kim Seokjin's wife with a critical eye. He hadn't expected to be in this position, but it was his wife's request and he never disappointed his lovely (devious) wife.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; the other side of the wife swap in honey, m (ksj) and Yoongi is about to fuck his hyung's wife, yup; D/s smut (fem reader, he is borderline mean, manhandling tbh, choking kink, hair pulling, nipple play, he spits on her tits, m-receiving oral / face fucking, ass + pussy slapping, m-masturbation, fingering, standing doggy, overstimulation / multiple orgasms); non-idol!BTS - dom!Yoongi x not-his-wife, sub!reader; Yoongi's POV

his outfit is inspired by the 'D-Day' Agust D ver PC photos, leather moto jacket and ripped jeans, and ofc his long black hair ;)

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“It’s fun sometimes, to do the wrong thing and get away with no consequence.”

“Please stop giving me tangerines.”

“Ahahaha…”

If anyone was not afraid of falling in love with Kim Seokjin’s wife, it was definitely Min Yoongi. He set the fourth… actually, fifth tangerine onto the stack in front of him on the coffee table. This attempt at offering delicious fruits to lessen the obvious awkwardness was not working. It wasn’t that Yoongi did not like tangerines. He loved them. Refreshing snacks that came in their own compostable packaging? Truly nature’s finest work.

“If you want my fingers stuffed in your holes, it would be rude of me to cover them in tangerine juice,” he explained calmly, pushing back his long dark hair and raising an eyebrow at Kim Seokjin’s wife.

She turned pink and started sputtering.

He remained calm and expressionless, recalling the conversation that made it come to this.

“She’s interested in you,” his wife had said with a small smile.

“In me?”

“As she should be, because my husband is handsome, talented, and a sex god.”

Yoongi hadn’t married his wife because she was humble; she was simply honest.

Obviously.

He had been called to action and he intended to fulfill his promise. Interested in him, hm? Yoongi wasn’t one to boast about his sexual prowess himself and, anyway, he was infinitely better now than before his wife. Took a god to create another, right? He half-smiled, knowing his wife would enjoy such a comment. But he had to put those thoughts away at the moment and not be disingenuous to the lovely lady in front of him. His hyung had taste in women, all right. She was pretty in the way that was easily approachable. Kind eyes and a soft demeanor. He knew Seokjin’s wife well enough to know she was usually had a more casual, clean style, but today she wore a black slip dress with a matching black lace bolero. The seams of the dress framed those juicy tits perfectly. No bra either. Such easy access. The dress was within her realm but fancier and sexier. He suspected that the outfit was his wife’s encouragement to get him in the mood. Heh. She was really enjoying orchestrating all this, wasn’t she? She knew what made him tick and how to frame this moment to make him want it within his grasp.

A challenge.

Yoongi couldn’t refuse to back down from a challenge to himself.

In contrast, he had arrived in his worn, black leather moto jacket, faded white-and-grey t-shirt, and distressed acid-wash slate jeans. Again, his wife’s doing. He had asked her what to wear. She had suggested for him to dress comfortably – probably to create this juxtaposition on purpose. Most times, he tended to dress up when visiting Seokjin’s home. The, uh, neighborhood seemed to call for it. But not this time. He hadn’t even tied up his hair, just left it shaggy and unkempt, leaving him looking more roguish than usual.

He heard his wife’s growling whisper in his ear.

Stop fucking around.

He let out a slow breath and flicked his eyes up.

Raised an eyebrow.

Seokjin’s wife was attempting to say something to him, red-faced and wringing her hands adorably, but Yoongi raised his hand and placed a single finger on those soft, glimmering pink lips. No matter what, he had to remind himself of her position. Therefore, he was going to avoid using her name directly unless it was absolutely necessary. He also preferred less talking. He needed to be in his head to pull this off.

He stared into those wide, expectant eyes.

Spoke slowly, using the lower octave of his vocal range.

“The safe word is tangerine.”

These self-imposed boundaries were not because Yoongi didn’t like her as a person. He did, but Seokjin’s wife was not his wife, so the emotional turn-on was missing. And, unlike his wife, his domspace was in a deeper place. He had been spoiled by his love and her energy. She always coaxed out his darker desires with ease, but this time he had to bring out his primal side by himself to lead properly.

“You will not speak unless I ask you a direct question.”

He raised his chin, volume barely above a whisper.

“Do you understand?”

She nodded quickly.

A small spark raced down his spine and Yoongi licked his lips, removing his index finger from her lips.

In complete silence, he hooked two fingers around the hair elastic on his left wrist and pulled up, raising his arms in a creak of leather to tie back the top half of his hair. Partly to get it our of his eyes. He secured his ponytail and lowered his arms, trailing his gaze up the sheer thigh-high stockings to lush hips flush against the sofa cushions to small hands clasped tightly in front of her chest and then finally to shaking irises that were taking in his half-tied back hair.

Heh.

Her lips parted, simply staring at him.

The corner of his lips ticked upward.

Then he shot his arm out and grabbed her by the throat.

She yelped, hands flying up and gripping his wrist and edge of his palm, but Yoongi had done this many times. He immediately locked his hold but did not press inward. Instead, he pushed his shoulder forward, forcing her body to tip backwards slightly, suspending her upper body in the air.

 “Ah, Yoongi-oppa–”

He closed his other hand over her mouth, gripping her cheeks tightly.

“What did I just say?” he warned.

Stern, with an edge of danger. She nodded very quickly even though technically this was not a question to agree to. He let it slide. He tilted his head, still covering her lips.

“Scared?”

The terror in those eyes was not as honest as it could be.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

He removed his hand and traced a line from temple to chin, keeping his touch feather-light and gentle.

“I’m only going to push the line of pleasure and pain,” he murmured.

Yoongi only had a vague idea of what was expected of him. He knew she wanted to be truly dominated as this was not usually part of her sex life. He didn’t really want to know specifics anyway. He only wanted to know what he could do that was different. The issue was that apparently his hyung couldn’t be detached and impartial. In short, Seokjin worried too much because he was too sweet. Sometimes he sacrificed acting so it didn’t affect his performance. He had strength and he could be overbearing, but not exactly in a rough take-what-you-want way.

Yoongi tucked a spare strand of hair behind that delicate ear.

“It might sting though.”

He noted the small gold hoops covered in diamonds. Hm. Pretty. Maybe he would ask for the brand later.

Then he smiled.

Calmly.

And choked her.

The sensation of power seeped into him. Thick, heavy, coating his senses, dripping like hot honey, drawing all of his focus into her surprised eyes, those petting fingertips stroking the exposed veins and tendons along the back of his larger hand, soft mewl calling for him, and Yoongi felt his lips curve into a knowing smirk, honing his attention on the submissive wordless plea falling from those lips.

He raised his body with one knee on the sofa, half-standing, hovering over her, adding pressure to the sides of her neck, slowing down the blood flow. A beautiful flower trapped in his clutches. He leaned in, tracing the edge of his teeth with his tongue.

He could almost taste the nectar.

“Hah…”

Let his breath warm those open lips, running his fingers through her hair.

“I would say, let’s play nice, but.”

His wickedness unfurled.

“I have no intention of playing nice.”

Yoongi tangled his fingers into her hair and yanked hard, relishing in the pained whine before taking it away by the throat, choking her into silence. Closed the distance, lips hovering over shaking lips, but he denied that too, dragging his tongue over her cheek, tasting flesh and anticipation.

“Did you really think I would kiss you?” he purred, letting the words stir and curl in the depths of his chest. “Let’s see if you can earn that gift, hm?”

He didn’t bother to be gentle. That wasn’t the point and, besides, that consideration was reserved for his love. He let go, simply releasing all the pressure instantly, and settled back onto the sofa, not even giving the grace of a glance in her direction. He heard her reel from the sudden punch of oxygen and freedom, collapsing slightly in wheezing coughs, and Yoongi immediately placed his hand onto her shoulder and shoved her to the floor, hooking his leg around her body and dragging her in front of him, on her knees.

She gasped, gripping his thighs, looking up with pained eyes.

He dragged himself forward, on the edge, and looked down with a grin.

“Pretty in pain.”

He let go of her shoulder and hooked his fingers over the edges of the bolero and the straps of the slinky slip dress, lifting and sliding them down her arms in one smooth motion. She squeaked, suddenly self-conscious but he knocked her hands away, tucking the upper half of the dress under her breasts, chuckling darkly. Nipples already hard, plush tits pushed up by the dress. He cupped his hand under her chin again, gripping tight. Lifted her up to set her back straight so her tits were pushed out, her exposed body between his open knees.

He made his voice was cold and as deep as possible.

“Show me how you play with your tits for your husband.”

Not choking yet, but her breathing was already short, whimpering. Slowly moving her hands from his legs and flattening her palms against her breasts, kneading them lightly, unsure how to proceed. He let it be humiliating. Not reacting, ticking his head and lifting his eyebrow. Did not remove his hand though, tipping her head back more in warning. She gasped, moaning softly as she pinched her nipples, pulling them out and toying with them more.

“Harder,” Yoongi growled.

Shaking whines as he watched her obey, pinching harder, squeezing her breasts so they spilled out against her fingers, her eyelids fluttering as he subtly applied pressure. He lowered his face, staring into her glazed-over eyes.

“What is the safe word?” he asked directly.

“T… T-Tangerine.”

Yoongi nodded. “Hm. Good girl.”

Her face lit up from the praise until he spat on her tits.

She yelped and her whole body jerked, glossy saliva dripping down the curves and sticking to her skin, but he ignored it, choking her hard as he raised his hips and unbuttoned his jeans with his free hand, speaking calmly and slowly.

“You said I reminded you of tangerines,” he mused, recalling the earlier conversation. “Soft on the inside, tough peel on the outside. Mmmm, but I don’t know about that.”

He abruptly let go again, sending her into a spiral of sensations. Rushing blood, tension broken, air flooding into her lungs, and he took the moment to lower his jeans and his underwear. He thought about removing more but honestly he enjoyed this power play more. He reached behind her and wound the lace bolero down, trapping her squirming arms. She was utterly confused and then suddenly frozen, staring at his hand around his hard cock. He ran his thumb against the side, locking her head in place with his other hand, spreading his fingers over the crown of her skull, bringing his hips forward without a word.

He licked his teeth, open-mouthed smirk dripping sin.

“Now, I know hyung wouldn’t marry a woman with a subpar mouth, so let’s see what you’ve got.”

He pushed her head down and thrust roughly into her throat.

He settled his other hand behind him before fucking her face, not fast but deep, enjoying the little jolt of her shoulders as he did so. Tight and soft, just as he liked. Not nearly enough tongue, but he didn’t fault her for the lack of technique. Probably not every day she got face-fucked in such an uncomfortable position. Therefore, he didn’t put the pressure on her to get him off but rather used her like a toy, back and forth, smacking his balls into her chin, tucking his tongue into his cheek as he looked down and watched her breasts bounce with his force. Her whimpers added vibration to pleasure, and he curled his fingers into her hair, imprisoning the position of her head so her mouth could serve his cock, each snap of the hips anchored by his torso and thighs, letting him put real force behind his action.

He remained silent and amused.

Her eyes were squeezed shut. Her hands were pinned down to her thighs. He saw her fingers twist into the hem of her dress, lifting it up. He kept the pace consistent, building his orgasm, feeling it to his core, wet, hot, tight, muffled cries stuffed back into her throat over and over again. He tilted his hips down, running the head of his cock along her tongue for more stimulation. The hardware of his moto jacket clicked with his repeated thrusts, the leather hot and stuffy, the kind of discomfort that only added to the mood. The whole situation reminded him slightly of how he had been back in the day, barely an adult thinking he could do whatever and whoever he wanted.

Feeling good by doing the wrong thing and getting away with no consequence.

He exhaled hard.

Small tears gathered against her lashes, the strain and desperation of being good blatantly evident.

“I see what your husband enjoys so much now.”

Her eyes opened a little.

Glassy.

Used.

Delicious.

He came down her throat, raising his hips to stuff it down.

Her eyes rolled back, whimpering and almost sobbing, hurriedly swallowing to breathe. He bit back his wince, oversensitivity crawling up his back, and pressed deeper, groaning as he felt his cock jerk in her tight throat, squishing more cum into her tongue. He pinned her head there, sucking in a hissing inhale to get his bearings, her breath warming his lower belly.

Good job, my darling.

Yoongi snarled deep in his chest. He knew his wife too well. Could nearly imagine her here, watching carefully and with that small smile that meant she believed he could do more. Be more. Push the limit. Fuck. He let go, throwing off his jacket as the woman between his legs gasped and moaned, spent from being used. But it wasn’t those hazy, lust-drunk eyes that were in his head.

However, you’re better than that, aren’t you?

He knew he was being stared at. He was a spectacle right now. His falling jeans, the tangle of chain and leather bracelets clinking on his wrists, the way the large t-shirt clung off his torso, his half-tied up long black hair, the faint sheen of sweat along his flushed cheekbones, and, finally, his furrowed brow and sharpened gaze, looking down at the pretty thing between his open legs.

“Stand up,” he commanded.

He didn’t waste time going to the bedroom.

He pulled the condom from his jacket pocket and yanked her up by the arm, bending her over the side of the ivory leather sofa. An unceremonious position for Kim Seokjin’s beautiful wife, but Yoongi didn’t give a shit. He peeled the lace bolero from her arms and tossed it onto the floor, shoving his hand down on her upper back. She squeaked, falling forward onto the cushions and his leather jacket, grabbing it tightly as he caught her waist, steadying her body just before harsh contact.

“Spread your legs,” he said coolly, borderline bored.

“B-But–”

Smack!

The flat of his palm instantly stuck her ass. She yelped and squirmed, stifling her cry by burying her face in his jacket, and he made no move to comfort, pushing down on her lower back so her round, inviting ass popped up more.

“You do not speak unless I ask you a direct question,” he sternly reminded.

She made a choked noise of agreement.

“Good girl.”

He couldn’t help but smile when she mewled softly at his words. So easy. He fanned his fingers over her ass, tapping lightly. Watched her fingers curl into his jacket, covering herself with his scent. He ghosted his touch over his half-hard cock and hummed, gently drumming his fingertips down, closer, leisurely.

Then he slapped her pussy.

Already wet, creating a loud squelching sound. She cried out, back arching, throwing her head back, and he continued, hard slap after slap, using the full expanse of his hand to amplify the sting to skin. She tried to close her legs and he forced them apart with his knee, casually stroking himself as he did so, unexpectedly interspersing hits between her ass and soaked pussy. No rhyme or rhythm, just deadly calm and his own soft sighs of satisfaction completely contrasting the force behind his hand. It was all too easy to slide his fingers down her slick slit.

Yoongi bent down, rubbing her clit firmly as he whispered above shaking shoulders.

“You want this cock inside you, don’t you?”

He only now noticed that he had slipped into his satoori, forgetting to speak properly. It didn’t seem to matter through, because she was clawing at his jacket and whining, yes, please, y-yes, a fresh wave of shuddering moans when he shoved two fingers into that tightness, viciously pumping them in and out. He kept her waiting, just for seconds longer, jacking himself off as he felt her walls suck him in, clinging and pulsating around his fingers, hot skin radiating against his.

Enough is enough, Yoongi told himself.

He debated on removing his shirt but decided he didn’t care. Reached back to his falling pants' pocket and pulled out the condom, pulling his fingers out to rip it open. Sweet honey clung to his knuckles but it didn’t hinder him. Seokjin’s wife gasping into the sofa, ass flushed pink, trembling legs struggling to hold herself up.

He rolled the condom down.

“Go ahead and scream.”

It was necessarily a scream per se, but it was a very loud feral cry that suddenly echoed about the living room the moment he shoved his full hardness deep inside, adding a snap of his hips to bottom out. He exhaled hard, gripping her ass and lifting it roughly to adjust the angle. Easy when she was melting against him, clawing at the sofa for some kind of hold. No need, but he didn’t say so, enjoying her euphoric agony. He could feel her ass grind into his crotch, inner walls gripping him tightly, and he secured his hold on her hips, locking his fingers, and began to fuck her right against her own sofa.

He hoped she remembered picking out the furniture.

Hoped she remembered discussing it with her husband and laughing as their butts tested various contestants before selecting this very particular one, only to be bent over it and taken like an animal, face against the cushions, the metal zipper of his leather jacket cutting into her breasts as she bunched it up under her chest, gasping and moaning from his powerful, deliberate thrusts. Yoongi made it last, choosing power over speed. He tensed his pelvis and leaned forward to get that depth, panting, pressing his fingertips into her waist hard enough to leave bruises.

“You wanted me to choke you, wasn’t that it?” he breathed out, heavy and raspy. “Where did you get the audacity to ask for something like that?”

“A-Aah, p-please… she–!”

He smacked his palm against the side of her hip and she cried out, throwing her head back, hands slipping against the leather. The answer didn’t really matter.

“And what make you think that you wouldn’t face the consequences?”

Yoongi was just in the mood to taunt.

He was nearing the edge so he gripped one of her shoulders, bending over her smaller body and slamming his hips into her ass, violent pleasure snaking into his veins. He looked down to see her face turned, cheek pressed into his jacket and the sofa, mouth open and eyes squeezed shut, whining pathetically as he buried his cock deep inside and hissed, feeling her pussy pulsate and clench around his jerking length.

No time to breathe.

He spread his fingers over her upper thigh and held tightly onto her shoulder, lifting her upper body up. Reflexively, her hands planted onto the sofa to support her, quivering arms and all, and that was exactly what he wanted.

With some effort, Yoongi twisted his right wrist and choked her.

His left hand slid down and he rubbed fast, tight circles over her swollen clit.

“Your boldness needs to be punished.”

Moaning, crying, whining, her whole body becoming rigid and then ransacked by shivers. Strangled whimpers of his name but Yoongi didn’t stop, pushing for another orgasm that he could still feel even around his softening length. He was large enough that he hadn’t slipped out. She no longer had any control over her body, second orgasm incoming, the overwhelming pleasure eating up all common sense and the highs blending into one another, extending his own pleasure as her pussy convulsed, thick, honey-like cum sticking between their joined thighs. Her arms went limp, collapsing, and he had less than ten seconds to hold her up before gravity would knock them down.

He clenched his jaw and pulled back.

Standing was a loose term for what was happening. Yoongi had to grip the side of the couch so he didn’t stumble, keeping his grasp on her collarbones to press her hot body against his, still shaking from the intensity. The room reeked of sex. His cock was sliding out. He should have gotten rid of his jeans. They were a hinderance around his calves now.

Sigh.

Seokjin’s wife was fully leaning on his chest, gasping lungfuls of precious air.

His own wife was probably having her own way with Kim Seokjin right now, but she was a better planner and not this messy.

Right?

“Hey.”

He grabbed one of her tits and sank his fingers into it, kneading roughly to get her attention, but the eyes that greeted him were completely unfocused. Nice.

“Let’s take a break.”

She tried to rut into his crotch but his hand shot up, grabbing her chin and yanking it to his face, forcing her into an uncomfortable twist of her exhausted body.

“I will rephrase. Stop.”

She whimpered, unable to fight him. He softened. She was very pretty. Too innocent-looking and airheaded for him, but that didn’t matter. It was very clear that she enjoyed it, but now Yoongi could see there was hesitancy in asking if he did. Probably had something to do with the unapproachable air of his demeanor right now. He toned it down a little, closing in the distance. He wasn’t much of a talker, which didn’t suit everyone. He relied too much on his wife to infer from his actions but it wasn’t fair to apply that line of thinking to everybody. He had to do his best to be communicative even if he wasn’t saying something directly.

“Don’t give me those puppy eyes,” he murmured, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. “You’ve earned one kiss.”

He tilted his head and kissed her deeply. Strands of his hair fell forward, loosened from his ponytail, drifting onto her temples. Gentle, delicate, sliding his tongue lightly against hers. He let it last. He could taste desperation. It made him smile into the kiss.

There was no rush.

He had a lot of time left.

His hand slid down, his long fingers decorating that neck.

“And more to do,” Yoongi whispered to trembling lips.

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[zilabee]

Living The Beatles Legend, by Ken Womack: ____________________________________________

At twenty-six, Mal was much older than the [Cavern's] usual lunchtime crowd [...] “I could sit there for three hours and think maybe 10 minutes had gone by.” Mal took special note of the three vocalists—John, Paul, and George: “They were very high-pitched and there was harmony.” By the time he made his way back up to the street, he was hooked: “I fell in love with them.”

In Lily’s memory, Brian’s job offer was an agonizing prospect for her husband. “He had a lot of sleepless nights, wondering if he should go on with them,” she recalled. “I didn’t want him to. I told him, ‘You’re a person in your own right—you don’t need to follow others.’ But he was starstruck.”

“I was still green at the job of roadie, and the Beatles had been very tolerant with the mistakes I made while settling in and learning my new trade,” Mal wrote. “Mind you, in the first week I worked with them, I was to be fired about seven times, as first one thing then the other went wrong.”

“I’ve been called many things in my life, but it was on the Italian trip that the people backstage called me ‘Mammut.’ I kept thinking it was an Italian version of my name, until I found out it meant mammoth! [...] Everyone I met seemed to be small of stature, and I would see three of them struggling with a heavy piece of equipment, and strolling over, [I'd] take it off them, hoist it on my own shoulders and walk away with it, so gaining my own little admiration society. They thought I was one of the strongest men in the world. And for quite a while after, I got called Mammoth, instead of Mal, by the Beatles.”

“Brian and Neil and I had developed this policy that we wouldn’t pose in photographs with the Beatles,” [Tony Barrow] recalled. “Fans wanted to take pictures of the band, and they didn’t want us hanging around beside the boys.” But Mal had clearly developed a yen, early on, for being as near as possible to the Beatles’ vortex of fame. The flashbulbs and the band’s celebrity were simply too much for him to resist. Consequently, said Tony, “Mal was always in the fucking photographs.”

[...]the Beatles had several more gigs at the Olympia, including a February 1 show where Paul nearly missed his cue, having become enchanted with a woman backstage. With the curtain about to go up, Neil nervously strapped on Paul’s Höfner bass and took his place onstage. At the last moment, Paul leapt into action. But Neil had been ready to make a go of it, and he later scrawled in Mal’s diary that he had been “quite prepared to fake it.”

Victoria recalled following him through “this big, dark club way into the back, and suddenly there’s Paul McCartney, who says, ‘Hello, Vicky.’ And I’m thinking, ‘I could die now and my life would be complete.’ And then we sit down, and Paul orders drinks, and he says, ‘Scotch and Coke, three doubles.’ And I’m thinking, ‘I’m seventeen. I’ve never had a single’.” Poignantly, during her conversation with the Beatle, she remembered looking over at Mal, and “I could tell that he was really happy because he knew what he was doing for me. You know, he knew he was giving me this memory that would last forever.”

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“[George Martin] admitted to me that when I first joined the group, he was a little antagonistic at somebody else getting close to the Beatles. I understood exactly what he meant, for I have the same feeling for them. One not only gets very protective, but a little selfish and jealous of anybody who gets close to them.”

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“Mal introduced me to my first drug dealer,” [Kevin Harrington] later recalled, “a lovely Caribbean man who lived in Notting Hill. I used to buy an ounce a week for £11, and was told by Mal to put it down on expenses as ‘sweets.’” On two separate occasions, Apple’s Wigmore Street bookkeeper questioned Kevin about the amount he was spending on sweets—that is, until Harrington told Mal about the hassle he was getting from the accounting department. The next time Kevin turned in his receipts for sweets, the bookkeeper merely smiled.

[Mal was] summoned to 7 Cavendish Avenue in the middle of the night after the fans who kept vigil outside Paul’s house dognapped Eddie, McCartney’s Yorkshire terrier. “Mal had to go to the police station to get him back,” Francie recalled. “The girls insisted they wouldn’t release the dog unless Paul came. I talked to them on the phone, and somehow they returned the poor thing. Paul was less upset than I was.”

[Jann] Haworth vividly recalled Mal’s good-natured attitude during their lengthy sessions to stage the cover art. “He was a very sweet person in a world of poseurs,” she said. “Where everyone else seemed fractious and self-serving, Mal was laid-back and genuine.”

“I stayed as close to Paul as I possibly could,” Mal added, although his efforts had nothing to do with protecting the Beatle’s safety. Rather, they were a clumsy attempt to ensure he was photographed along with such A-listers as McCartney and Redgrave. He tried as hard as he possibly could, “but Paul still got photographed by himself!”

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Mal understood that he was, in a sense, mothering the band members. “I was always making tea, sandwiches, or scrambled eggs,” he said, “just doing anything to look after them, to make sure we kept them working well. The whole thing was, ‘You make the music, and I’ll do anything in the world to make you comfortable’.”

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“I realized that Malcolm lived to please those guys, just like Hare Krishnas live to please their guru. It’s like, ‘I’m going to scrub the banisters, and I’m going to get down on my hands and knees and polish these steps. And then I’m going to do it again, because I want to serve the guru’. That’s how I believe Mal felt about serving the Beatles. They were his guru.” - Victoria, a young girl Mal had an affair with.

By now, despite living in the same city as Mal, Lily knew that she and the children would always come second. “And it was very hurtful,” she later said. Mal would ditch the family for even the slightest hint of Beatle business, and “I would cover up for him, saying, ‘Daddy has to be away for work.’ One day, we were all ready for a family outing to the zoo,” she recalled, “when George rang to ask Mal for a guitar string. Instead of insisting on taking his kids out, he drove off to see George. I couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on [the children’s] faces.”

For several days in advance of shooting the scene, the other, vastly more experienced actors on the set had relentlessly hazed Mal, predicting that he would botch his lines. [...] Ringo heroically came to his friend’s aid, volunteering, in a moment of sublime role reversal, to act as Mal’s “road manager for the day,” tending to his makeup, sating his hunger, and plying him with coffee and tea on the set. In the end, a determined Mal delivered his lines perfectly, admitting that “it was a good day for me, for I love being in front of the camera.”

At the hospital, Mal received fifteen stitches above his left eye, while Harry required several stitches in one of his cheeks. Initially, there was some concern that Mal might lose vision in his left eye. For Mal, there must have been “a guardian angel looking out for fools and drunks,” he reasoned after learning he would retain his sight. “It must have been funny for the hospital staff,” he added, “because when they were stitching me up, I remember lying on the table chanting the Hare Krishna mantra, feeling no pain whatsoever, but poor old Harry was having a terrible time on the next table, shouting and kicking.”

Harry Nilsson remembered a particularly madcap evening at the hotel when he spotted Mal attempting to console John, lost to another bender. “One night he was crying on Mal Evans’s shoulder, saying, ‘I was always a good boy. I was always a good boy,’” Nilsson recalled. “And Mal said, ‘Right brother, you were always a good boy.’ And I told him, ‘What is this horseshit? Stop being a baby. You’re being a baby.’ ‘Well, if you don’t like it, you can get the fuck out!’ John yelled. ‘Well, all right,’ and I slammed the door, and I was crying.”

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“I want the four of them to love my book.  That’s my whole dream. My whole dream would be realised if they said, ‘I love what you’re doing’.”

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Summary: you knew that fucking your teacher was against the rules, so you hoped that your religion teacher was able to fuck some sense into you.

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Die for you | ♡ ♫ [2.1k] // full work on patreon - [3.3k]

Summary: after a risky action of yours, Austin realises that he’s the only one that can teach you some respect and manners, in a very mean and kind of dangerous way.

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Summary: you were mad at your fiancé because of the way he’s treating you, like you have no allowance to say anything, so he shows you just how much allowance you got to say something… absolutely none.

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Summary: After being pulled over — for speeding, by the same cop for two times already, you should have learned your lesson, right? Yeah… you didn’t — and now you've got to face the consequences.

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Summary: you just wanted him to touch you, you were so touch desperate, but in the end he actually gave you something even better.

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Summary: Being nice usually always pays off, but not when you have a very possessive and mean husband who does not like seeing you talking to other guys one bit.

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lil elvis | ☁ (dad!austin)

'till death do us apart | ☁ (husband!austin)

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him desperately wanting to fuck you while you are on your period | ☁ ✰

size kink with him | ♡ ☁️

prof!austin fucking student!reader dumb and some sense into her | ♡

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[farity]

Spell, part 2

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x unnamed OFC from a minor house

Summary:  OFC’s actions have consequences she did not expect.

Warning:  Smut

Part 1

“Daughter, I have told you before, you cannot do this.  Not in public.  And certainly not in the council room of the Red Keep!”

She didn’t say anything.  Mostly because she knew her father was right, but also because she was usually so good at controlling herself.  

If it hadn’t been for the dreams, the fucking dreams that had consistently destroyed her peace over the past year.  

It was always him, always in the dark, with her in his arms.  She could never see his face, but she knew him for a Targaryen with that silver hair.  She’d wondered if her dream involved the king or his uncle the rogue prince, but once she had set eyes upon the king’s brother, she’d known.

In her dreams he tells her he loves her.

She always wakes up unsettled, her body unfulfilled after the images she has witnessed in her dreams.  Limbs intertwined, sheets tangled, sweaty skin and shared breaths.  She has woken up more than once with her hand between her legs.

Once her maid ran into her room because she had been moaning.  

Her fury at him wasn’t just because he called her father a traitor, and she did not know if she should be ashamed for it.  It was because she realized, when he glanced at her and easily looked away, that he has no idea.  He knows not who she is, he is not pestered by images of her crying out in ecstasy underneath him.  He is not tormented by the feel of his mouth between her thighs, tongue delving inside her and turning her very being inside out.  He doesn’t see himself holding her tenderly in the candlelight, another night spent in each other’s arms.

In the council room, he looks past her at one point, she is just one more of those present, and it is only when she stands up for her father that he notices her.  She wants him to see her.  She wants him to be troubled by her as she is by him.  But there is something she does not want him to know.

In her dreams she tells him she loves him.

* * * * * 

“My darling stepdaughter.”

Her stepmother, a handsome woman with dark hair and regal bearing, walked into the dining room, and she rose to kiss the older woman’s cheek.  

“How is father, Aline?”

“He is settled, A good night’s sleep and hearty food made him feel right at home.”  Aline’s soft accent belied the purpose behind every word.  “I understand you made quite the impression at King’s Landing.”

She wanted to say nothing about what had happened, but Aline sat there, her expression kind, and maybe talking about it with someone wiser than she was would do some good.

Aline had become her father’s second wife five years after her mother’s death.  She was a widow herself and quickly ingratiated herself with everyone in their House.  She was practical, clever, and good at getting her father out of his moods.  

She also knew that her husband’s first wife had been a witch, and that their daughter had some budding powers, and not only kept the secret, but encouraged the young woman to practice her skills.

“Do tell me, he wouldn’t say anything more than you’d pointed your finger at Prince Aemond.”

She really didn’t want to relive the whole thing and she would never tell Aline about her dreams, but maybe Aline could settle her mind.  “I told him he would kneel in front of me.”

Aline smiled coyly.  “Sounds promising.”

“To apologize for calling father a traitor,” she clarified.  “I became incensed and wanted to slap his stupid face.”

“I see.  And what did he do?”

“He smiled.  I mean, he does not smile, smiling might be beneath him, he simply smirks like he’s king of the realm instead of his drunk buffoon of a brother.”  She smiled to herself.  “It was a good slap, it sent his eyepatch flying off.  Along with his hair.”

Aline sat back.  “His hair.”

“Oh yes, it flew to the side like a silver curtain.”  She sighed, and then remembered that she had felt his hair brushing her face in her dreams.  She saw the way his mouth roamed over her neck, his hand cupping one naked breast.

“Sorry, what?”

Her stepmother was watching her closely and began to lean forward.  “Dear child.  A silver curtain, really?”

She was about to respond when there was a great roar outside and she turned, watching as a great shadow went over the courtyard.  When she turned back to Aline, she saw the older woman had a little smile on her face.

* * * * * 

Aemond dismounted, leaving Vhagar to roam around the woods past the manicured gardens of the castle.  It was a small structure, compared to those of much grander houses, and it also lacked the hundreds of homes usually found around castles.  Instead, about 30 or so small dwellings littered on one side, everything very tidy and well kept, flowers on windows, mature fruit trees and many children outside, most of them peering up at the large dragon as it flew in.  

The head of the House guard walked up to him.  He had to give the man credit, he did not look like he was shaking in his boots.  “Prince Aemond Targaryen.”

The guard nodded and escorted him through a small courtyard.  Benches and large floor pillows were strewn around a blooming flower garden.  

He was guided into the great hall, offered food and drink, both of which he accepted.  The hall, and what he could see of the castle were bright - Helaena would call it a happy castle - with lots of windows, lots of flowers, portraits of long ago relatives and painted landscapes.

It spoke nothing of being the home of some diabolical woman who could control the air itself.  It made him feel uneasy, as if suddenly, he would turn and see a dark and malevolent place, the light and cheerful façade giving way to the place’s true appearance.

He sipped at the wine he’d been offered, decided it was so good it would be wasted on Aegon, and a few minutes later the Lord and Lady of the house appeared.  The older man looked a little worried, and Aemond realized this visit might look like they were going to take him again as a traitor.  

He smiled to himself.  It’s not you I want.

The woman was nowhere near as beautiful as his own mother, but she carried herself well.

“Prince Aemond,” you honor us with your visit,” he bowed and the woman sank into a graceful curtsy.  “How can my house be of service?”

Aemond nodded back.  “I would like to speak with your daughter.”

The lady looked down at her feet and Aemond thought she might be hiding a smile.

“Your Highness, she is an impulsive chit, I would-”

“I am not here to mete out any punishment, be assured.”  Aemond kept his hands behind his back, his voice mild.  “I would see her now.”

“While my husband goes to fetch my stepdaughter, would you like to see the trophy room, Your Highness?  It is much admired by visitors.”  She glanced at her husband, “Petyr, dearest, we should not keep the prince waiting.”

The smile never wavered from her face and her voice never rose, but Aemond saw in that moment who really was the head of the house here.  “I would be honored, my lady,” he said, walking toward her and offering his arm.  

“Aline, please,” she placed her fingertips on his arm, delicate rings on almost all her fingers, and he felt the faint scent of lavender.  “we have never gotten a royal visitor, at least not since I’ve been here.  This must seem very provincial to you.”

Aemond shook his head.  “Not all all, Lady Aline, it seems a thriving land.”

She smiled, turning down a hall.  “You must forgive my husband, he has still not recovered from the long trip to King’s Landing.  Ah, here we are.”

Aemond smiled back.  No mention of Lord Petyr’s trial, no mention of his near execution, simply a sharp little reminder of what had been done to her husband.  To his chagrin, he realized it was working and he was feeling a little guilty by everything Lord Petyr had been put through.

He nodded and made appropriate comments before every trophy.  She did not bore him with endless details and asked him no questions, and he began to feel at ease in her company.  Once they had finished with the trophy room, he saw a maid at the doorway.

“Lord Petyr requests your presence, Your Highness, my lady.”

“Perfect timing,” Aline smiled.  “Thank you, Lucie.  Shall we?”

* * * * * 

“I understand, father, I shall grovel before the prince for the sake of our house.”

Lord Petyr looked at his daughter.  His only child.  She had a sullen look on her face, the same her mother had had whenever he had asked her to hide her gifts before others.  He had loved his beautiful witch, but knew well what could have happened had her most strange talents become known.  And now he feared for his daughter, for having caught the attention of the Targaryens.

“I did not say ‘grovel’, child, just be the charming girl I know you can be.”

She looked at him, then looked back when Aline and the prince appeared.  His wife had the look of someone who knew more than she was letting on, which, granted, was a look she often wore.  She was saying something to the prince and he nodded and smiled at her.  It would be just like Aline to already have swayed the prince to be kinder to his daughter.  

Maybe he wouldn’t have her executed.  Maybe he wouldn’t have her thrown in a dungeon to rot.

“Your Highness,” he bowed again, watching out of the corner of his eye as his daughter sank into a impressively deep curtsy.  Young knees, he thought wistfully.  Aline left the prince’s side and walked to stand next to him.  “My daughter would like to apologize for her behavior.”

A few seconds went by and nothing happened.  She hadn’t moved forward to say the few words she had practiced, and he turned to look at her.  She met his gaze and he motioned for her to begin.

“Would she?” asked the prince, still waiting.

She took a step and squared her shoulders to begin speaking, but then the prince held up his hand.  “I must stop you, my lady, for it is I who wishes to speak.”

Prince Aemond stepped forward until he was within arm’s length of her, and Lord Petyr’s heart began to race.  Had the prince come here to execute her himself?  That sword at his hip could surely do the job.

“I must admit I was surprised by your outburst at the Red Keep,” he began, “and it has stayed in my mind every since.”

She looked down for a moment, “That was my-”

“You see,” he continued, ignoring her interruption, “I have long been seeking something.  Something I never thought I would find.”  

And then he knelt before her.

* * * * * 

This was not happening.  She felt like the world had stopped spinning and only she and the odious man before her could make it spin again.

“I am, as you predicted, kneeling before you-”

She could see the glint in his eye.  Mischief, humor, malice.  This was no apology from him, this was a mockery of her.  He was here to laugh at her.

“-to beg you-”

Her heart was pounding in her ears and she knew, she just knew she could stop all this.  All she had to do was point at him and tell him to go away and he would.

Well, maybe..

And she knew she couldn’t do that.  Not with the prince looking up at her with that smug smirk in place.  

“-to marry me.”

She heard her father’s gasp behind her.  And then the realization of what he had said finally hit her, and she looked at him, still kneeling, his right hand extended for her to take.

She blinked rapidly, hoping that the next time she opened her eyes he wouldn’t be there.  His smirk was growing into a smile, but it still didn’t reach his eye.  

“Daughter.”

Refusing him would be the absolute worst thing she could do.  It would gain her nothing and it could lose her much, including her father.  She had no doubt new false charges could be swiftly arranged.

Her father whispered her name and she took a step forward.  The prince’s smiled widened, the gleam in his eye telling him he had won.  Had he come here of his own volition?  She couldn’t picture him defying his family by making a proposal they did not agree with.  If they knew, then he was here with this full support and knowledge of the throne.

She placed her hand in his.  “You do me much honor, Prince Aemond, considering we do not know each other-”

He rose in one fluid motion, “but we do, my lady.  I have seen your determination, your demand for justice,” he leaned in closer, looking down at her, “your passion.”  His voice had lowered, and the sound of it and the nearness of him were overwhelming her ever sense.  She closed her eyes, and the unwelcome images of her in his arms appeared.

She looked up at him.  “Then I accept, Prince Aemond,” she said quietly, then smiled at him and leaned in.  “What are the High Valyrian words for “good luck?”

To her delight, his smile wavered for a second before he replied, “ Sȳz biarves.”

* * * * * 

“Dearest child, I would ask that you see the possibilities in this marriage.”

She turned to face Aline, who had left the prince and her husband to talk in the study.  Prince Aemond had been perfectly courteous and polite, someone more inclined to like him might have called him charming.  He was knowledgeable, witty, and the way he spoke to the servants was kind and respectful, which she appreciated more than anything else.  

None of it meant that she had come to accept that she was marrying him.  

“What possibilities?  That I despise him and he came here to humiliate me?”

Aline sighed.  “You were defending your father, your actions can mostly be excused on that account.  As for humiliating you, I very much doubt it.  Our lands are rich and our people well cared for, we might be a small House but we can be quite a well placed asset to King’s Landing.  Not to mention the fact you are not yet another simpering courtier might have caught his attention.”

“I think you and I both know what caught his attention, Aline.”  She smacked her own forehead.  “Why couldn’t I have just left without making a spectacle of myself?”

“Dearest, please listen very carefully.  Yes, he probably is thinking he is teaching us a lesson, having you as his wife means keeping us tied to the Targaryens, but so what?”

She let out a sharp breath.  “So what?  I’m spending my life with that awful man!”

Aline shook her head and grabbed her hand.  “Now now, what makes him awful?  That he was agreeing with his family?  I know they were wrong in finding Petyr guilty, but they did not know that yet.  And he was not part of the process. And you slapped him, for goodness’ sake!  He could have had you executed, imprisoned, had your hand cut off.  Instead he is marrying you and raising you to the status of a royal princess.  You need to use your head and make the most out of this alliance, you must be more clever than this!”

She wanted to cry.  She wanted to run and hide in the woods and stay there until he and his dragon were long gone.  

“Yes, there is some resentment between both of you.  There is something else, and once you stop feeling sorry for yourself you will see what it is.  I do not sense cruelty in him, I do not think he is doing this to make your life a living hell.”

“I do.”

“He doesn’t need to marry you to do that.  He can easily get his brother or his grandfather to do it for him.  I dare say his life will be upside down when he marries you, but he will learn to play the cards he is dealt.  And of course, of course, I should not have to remind you-”

“I will not.  I would not.”

Aline nodded.  “Let us go rescue the men from their endless boring selves.”

* * * * * 

Once again, Aemond thought that Lady Aline was the one who kept everyone’s heads straight here because when the women reappeared, his betrothed no longer looked like she wanted to murder him.  He stood to walk to her and, taking her hand in his, kissed the back of her fingers.  “My lady.”

To his surprise, her smile seemed genuine, although her hands were cold and she still seemed tense.  He tucked her hand in his and led her to the sofa.  “I have asked your father for his permission to marry you in two weeks’ time.”

Lord Petyr and Lady Aline excused themselves, and the moment they closed the door, she took her hand out of his and stood.  “Why are you doing this?”

Ah.  She hadn’t quite changed her mind yet, then.  

“I am intrigued by you.”

“And?”

Aemond looked at her from head to toe.  “And you are beautiful.”

She rolled her eyes at him.  “King’s Landing must be full of beautiful ladies who intrigue you.”

“Not really.  Most of them either want something or are frightened by my eye.  Neither behavior intrigues me.”

“Then be intrigued,” she said quietly, “but why marry me?”

He rose, “because my grandfather wants an alliance.  Because my marriage is a matter of politics and it’s either you or some stupid chit who only wants jewels or dresses and has nothing between her ears, and because,” he grabbed her and pulled her to him, “I wish to have you.”

She was pressed against him, her hands on his chest, and the heat of him, she wanted more.  She wanted to burrow inside his coat and have his arms around her. “You don’t need to marry me for that.”

“I am not my brother.”

“You don’t know me.”

“And yet I am here, telling you I want you in my bed.  I want to pleasure you until you scream and I want you begging for more.  I want to know your every secret and learn how you control the air itself.”

She shook her head, eyes fearful.  “I do not know what you speak of.”

He laughed softly, “I have a bond with my dragon.  When I am hurt, she roars in pain.  I am no stranger to the unexplained.”  He pulled her closer until she could feel his breath on her lips.  "And you, my lady, are full of the unexplained.”

She couldn’t help but look at his mouth, so close to her own, his lips so soft and she thought she knew the feel of them from her dreams but then he was kissing her and she realized she had gotten but a little of what it was like to kiss him.  He was holding her face in his hands now, as if he was holding a precious, priceless jewel, his fingertips skimming along her jaw, the calluses on his hands scraping her skin.  

She surprised herself by wrapping her arms around his slim waist, the scent of leather and soap and something else she couldn’t place enveloping her.  It felt right to let him kiss her, to let him deepen the kiss and let her own tongue trace his bottom lip.  When she pressed herself against him she felt him against her belly, already hard for her.  She made a little noise and he wrapped one hand in her hair, and she suddenly pulled back, breathing heavily.

He seemed as surprised as she, his hands on her arms, not letting her retreat completely.  “My lady?” he murmured gently, and she wanted to kiss him again, she wanted the things they had done in her dreams and the things he had spoken of.  “I wish we had met in a different way.  Truly, I do.  But we did not.  And I cannot change that.  And unless you can,” he raised an eyebrow at her, “this is where we are.”

“I will marry you,” she said.  “I will honor my house, and you as my husband.”

Aemond caressed her cheek.  “I will not ask for what you cannot give.”

“Then you are a reasonable man.”  She suddenly thought of something, “am I staying here until we are wed or will I live in King’s Landing.”

“I would prefer you move to King’s Landing as soon as possible.”

She smiled sadly, “I still do not understand.  If I could take back what I did, I would.”  

“We must all face the consequences of the things we do.”  He shook his head, remembering, “well, most of us.  Some of us go through life doing as we please.”

She saw his expression change, the look in his eye growing dark.  “I will return home now, I wish for you to be with me by the end of the week.  You will have every comfort, your own maids, your own rooms until we are wed.”  She nodded, and he said nothing else before he left.

* * * * * 

That night she dreamed of him again.  Now that she knew his face, that she knew the true feel of his lips upon hers, the dream became even more unsettling.  When he looked up at her while his mouth was between her legs, she saw the sapphire glinting, the long fingers that had so tenderly held her face now inside her, stroking relentlessly and demanding her pleasure.  

She was grabbing that silver hair of his, holding him in place so she could shamelessly rub her cunt against his face, and she awoke in the middle of it, her back arching as it tore her apart.  After, she felt hollow, alone in her bed, and as her breathing slowly returned to normal she wondered.  What awaited her in King’s Landing.  What would happen when she did give herself to him?  

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[cryptidsnackpack]

okay this discussion is going to be SO LATE but i’m playing dream daddy (again) and i have ~thoughts~ about our friendly neighborhood youth pastor and his family.

so i’m going on dates with all the dad’s i haven’t in previous playthroughs. (i saw mat and damien and was like good day i do not need to peruse ANY other fathers today).

i’d never done joseph’s route before, bc he’s married duh and i have religious trauma. and he looks like every white man that is a problem. but this time around i wanted to watch the world burn and break that man. ANYWAY. he is- actually… delightful? and i love his dates?? i though that with (potential spoilers ahead i guess but this game is old af) his affair with Robert he would immediately start laying it on thick. but he just invites you to very fucking domestic events, and gets frazzled with basic intimacy.

so i GET that joseph cheated. i understand that a large part of mary’s drinking may be due to that. and i know the “good” ending is not really good at all, and pulls a weird moral gotcha on you. i am all for making players face the consequences of their actions in games but this one falls flat for a few reasons.

1. Joseph objectively isn’t a bad person. Yes he’s had an affair, yes he’s a youth pastor (okay only a little joking). BUT Joseph has his shit together for his 4 kids and i admire the FUCK out of him for it. As someone who was raised by alcoholic parents, seeing Mary’s attitude at her kids’ well being REALLY struck a chord with me. the game wants me to believe Joseph is the bad guy, but i’m watching his wife chug five bottles of wine while her toddler is missing AND SUPPOSED TO BE IN HER CARE. and then i see this dad who is trying, who is involved in community outreach, and keeps a stable home. also i see a lot of “well Joseph puts on an act to make Mary look bad in front of the neighbors”. I’m sorry??? he does not have to make Mary look bad, she does bad all on her own. the “wine mom” and “type a dad” schtick is so fucking heteronormative and played out, even for 2017 when the game was released. and hey maybe that was the point! but if it was, it wasn’t done well.

2. The worst parts of Mary’s character get glossed over in lieu of her being a “wine mom” stereotype. Maybe it’s because i’m an ex alcoholic myself, but i don’t have a lot of patience for the character and i know that. objectively i like Mary, i think she’s funny and tough. but she is a deadbeat fucking mom, and the game WHICH IS CENTERED LARGELY AROUND BEING A GOOD PARENT puts Mary on a pedestal that she doesn’t deserve to be on. would i get dinner with mary? hang out? go shopping?? fuck yeah. would i think, “this person who goes out every single night and flirts outrageously with everyone, ignoring their children and household responsibility for their husband” is a “good” person?? fucking hell no. i would not let that woman look after a hamster. let alone four children.

3. DIVORCE IS A VALID AND HEALTHY OPTION THAT SHOULD BE SHOWN MORE IN MEDIA. i cannot tell you how many nights i lay awake listening to my parents drunk and fighting and prayed (when i believed in prayer) that they would divorce. i WANTED my parents to divorce, because i, at the ripe age of 12 could see what apparently the adults could not. that these two people did not, and should not, be together. now that’s not saying that your “good” ending in joseph’s route should end in a typical romance. i don’t. what i mean is that two people should have come to the conclusion that they are doing irreparable damage to their family by staying together. and your character could have helped and supported in that decision. it is obvious that Mary is living a life she doesn’t want, and i do feel for her. BUT GET A DIVORCE THEN. I know the characters are married and staying together largely in part because of religion… but…. Joseph’s not “that” kind of christian? because i grew up in the church, i know the type. this guy ain’t it. So the “well divorce is a sin” for the character doesn’t work for me.

i love the game grumps and i LOVE this game, but this was an area where i feel like the characterization and “message” was a like clunky and more than hard to follow. i really felt like they missed the mark with this one, i mean hell just make the non-canon ending canon at this point. at least that would make more sense.

also this is not me saying that Mary should be responsible for all household duty bc she’s a woman or blah blah blah. but whether you wanted those kids or not, whether you want to be in that marriage or not, YOU made decisions. your kids didn’t choose to be born YOU did, so you need to step up and idk?? maybe not spend every night out at a bar with the local loner who boned your husband? also maybe your husband sought comfort in the arms of a relative stranger… for… a reason? not a morally sound or correct reason but we can maybe follow the dots.

#dream daddy #joseph christiansen

[supernovafeather]

Hi! i love your writing and I was wondering if you could write a leto atriedes fic where the reader is a princess from another planet and they get arranged married, the reader wants him to be loyal and that clashes with jessica, the reader runs away, finds out she’s pregnant, the maids inform leto, he finds her, reader has another guy that likes her and leto hates that and tells her he wants only her and that he’ll do better?? i hope it’s not too much hehehe thank you in advance <<3

Thank you for your message and here is your fic, enjoy !

Sour Reality

Leto Atreides x F!Reader

Content : toxic relationship, arranged marriage, cheating (both sides), pregnancy, couple arguments, angst.

For the fourth day in a row, you don't leave your secondary quarters. The difference with the main ones is that it's made for you and you only. Not so secret as anyone close to the House Atreides could tell where they are situated in the castle but at least this is where you can find some peace or at least try to tame some inner conflict.

Your main goal was to stop seeing your husband. This might sound something a coward would do but that wasn't even the question. For someone claiming caring about his family and the honor of his House he clearly didn't show much care in his actions. This was not a marriage of love. You were aware of that, him as well. And yet that man dares to let his duty aside to go see his beloved Lady Jessica. He fucks you then goes to see her, certainly to seek that love he misses. And you in all that ? Does he think you are not lacking of love in all that story ? He is not the only one that had to leave a partner behind.

Laying on your bed with your hair still wet from your shower, you watch the sun rising from behind the curtains.

"My Lady." The only maid you kept by your side calls you before standing next to your bed. "Are you feeling any better ?"

"No. No I'm not."

Was she talking about your mental health ? Your nausea ? Your insomnia ? Good question, not that you cared enough to look for a better answer. Everyone was going downhill anyway. They made you believe you would live in a dream thanks to that wonderful and perfect man. What a joke.

"Please my Duchess, have a seat so I can give you your breakfast. I made sure the cook used the best food available."

She's nice and genuinely concerned unlike to all those idiots. But the mere mention of food upsets your stomach and you sit up on the edge of your bed, a hand rubbing your belly through your top as you take deep breaths.

"I won't eat anything for now. I can't."

"As you wish my Lady."

A part of you wanted that morning sickness to be caused by some nocturnal adventure with that mysterious and seductive man you spent the night with after you ran away from your husband. But in all honesty it was obvious that this potential pregnancy was the consequence of your marital duty. Why couldn't you be some sterile Duchess that would have to accept a divorce in favor of another woman ? Why can't life stop being the ruthless bitch she is ?

"I am worried for your health my Lady." She confesses as you stand up cautiously. "If you feel so tired maybe you should try to eat and rest a little. You look exhausted. Things could get better after this."

"It won't solve pregnancy symptoms." You protest quietly without paying attention to her shocked face. "The best I can do is wait for it to be over."

"Oh is... is Duke Leto aware of it my Lady ?"

"No. He's not. But I guess you won't keep your mouth shut ?"

She lowers her gaze nervously and you sigh as you walk slowly towards your bathroom.

"Go tell him. He's the father after all. Or the impregnator depending on how you see things." You scoff.

"Is he the father ?"

"He is. No mistake possible. I already had symptoms."

You can't hold back any further and run the rest of the distance before emptying your stomach from some acid and saliva. There's not much to get rid off. Your morning sickness have been extremely present all day long for the past few days. How lucky you are to be in that situation with a difficult pregnancy ahead. At least you are generous for letting Leto have fun with his witch whore. You are definitely too good for this world.

The day after you wake up in the dark of your bedroom. Eyes closed, you try to understand what woke you up. No nausea for now, it's not your maid.

Then the knocks on your door resume.

"My Lady. I need to talk with you."

Here he is. After almost a week he comes to you. Must have felt tired of his brief break from reality.

You stand up, and open the door after he knocked again. His uniform is perfect, as well as his dark-haired beard and his curls are still in place. The only details betraying some disturbance are his frown and serious eyes.

"One of your maids told me you were sick and I.."

"Yes I'm pregnant."

He winces and lowers his gaze to your belly. Even without any exterior sign of pregnancy he can certainly tell it is true. Between your face and the fact that you are still wearing your nightgown there must be no doubt remaining.

"I'm sorry." He says.

"That kind of things happens when you ejaculate in someone. There's no sorry to say."

Your blunt comment isn't an enjoyable surprise for him and suddenly, his face falls into some despair you would call similar to yours.

"May I come in ?"

You let him in, turning the lights on with a sigh. You wanted to sleep, not to deal with all that stuff.

"I'm sorry about everything." He precises as he turns to you with a guilty look. "Our marriage started in the worst way possible and I betrayed your trust and our union."

"Did she tell you I had sex with someone else ?"

"She did." He growls with a dark gaze. "She did tell me bit I was fully aware of this and that man is not a problem anymore."

This sends cold goosebumps all over your already feverish body. Leto is not that kind of tyrant, right ? You may not trust him in your personal life but at least he is a honorable man whenever it comes to his duty.

"He's dead ?"

"No but he should be." He groans with his chin up and a defiant glare. " I exiled him with no possibility of returning. He had no excuse and knew who you are. According to him he really liked you."

"Lady Jessica doesn't have an excuse neither. Why don't you send her away too ?"

"You did that to hurt me with a man you don't even know because you needed to feel like a spoiled brat tortured by life. I did that because I am a man mourning a serious relationship that got to end precociously."

You snort and walk up to him, now unbothered by his displeased gaze. He's not dangerous.

"How dare you, you, Leto Atreides, tell me that it's not the same ? We both broke our marriage vows. You did. I don't have to forgive you, nor to forget about it."

"Me neither. I don't even know if my potential future heir is mine or not."

"It's our future child. Be sure of that. I regret it's not a bastard."

Anger makes him open his mouth before he manages to break your eye contact to calm down.

"As I said, I am sorry. And whether you trust me or not I didn't have any other involvement with Lady Jessica in the past few days."

"Not even tearing up goodbyes as you give up on her for your betrayed wife ? I'm disappointed."

It stings him, he wants to get rid off that rage filling him up. How hard he wants it.

"You are my wife and I am your husband." He says before looking at you again. "I know I hurt you and I sincerely apologize about it. My relationship with Jessica was serious and I was planning on marrying her before I had to marry you. She was the woman of my life. I hope you understand that I can't mourn her and what she has been for me in only two months."

Seeing him on the verge of tears and shaking with rage is unsettling so you walk away not to let any chance to remorse to bite your heart.

"You should have learnt to mourn her before burying any potential genuine relationship that could have bloomed between us."

"There is nothing to bloom and you know it."

"So your Atreides pride is not sufficient all of a sudden ? That was not a problem to breed me. Tell me, are you the kind of man ready to abandon their child because they want to make life impossible for his wife ?"

"What are you on about ?" He finally raises his voice as offence is written all over his face. "Why do you think I would try to hurt our child because of our mutual decisions ? I let you alone despite knowing what you did with that man because I didn't want you to feel too hurt. No matter what I would have done you would have found a way to make it sound like I did it to torture you. I know how it feels to get cheated on in case you suddenly forgot."

"Tell me : if I was unable to give you a child and more specifically an heir, would have you dumped me already for her ?"

He doesn't answer right away. Your calm voice and tears might have calmed him down as soon as they appeared.

"You are my wife. I won't."

"Do I exist to give you a child ? Or do I exist because..."

"You are my wife and you are pregnant. That won't happen. Nothing else is going to happen. I spent the last few days to talk to Jessica about her and me. Nothing else happened this time. You are the only one I want."

"You don't want me, stop that. At least be honest with me if you think we can start over."

Your stomach begins to misbehave again and you rub that part slowly, shutting Leto's mouth by doing so.

"I'm tired." You sigh. "I'm not ready to have that kind of conversation. It's just a nonsense."

"We need to talk." He says more softly as he comes back next to you. "At least for the kid. I won't force you to love me just as much as I hope you won't try to force me to love you."

"Do I sound like someone trying to force you to anything ?"

"I will never do that again. We are having a child. You are an Atreides, and this kid will be one. I am loyal to my family. Are you going to be loyal as well ?"

His gaze is dark. Full of sorrow and warning.

"Remain loyal and I'm going to remain loyal as well." You say coldly.

"Flirt, kisses and sex only between us. You are mine and I am yours."

"Indeed."

He nods at your agreement and you are tempted to shake his hand like you would with an associate. This is when you notice how far away you are from the actual loving family you had dreamed of.

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Thank you for reading please comment and reblog if you liked it ! 😊

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#leto atreides #leto atreides x reader #leto atreides x you #duke leto x reader #duke leto x you #duke leto

[melis-writes]

Victoria being constantly horny for Sonny

Ah, if it isn’t the direct consequences of Victoria’s AU actions back in New York… 😅 Victoria should have listened more closely when Sandra and Lucy Mancini were going on and on about the sexual charm and dick size of this man. 💀💀

It’s one thing to feeling horny, exploring your arousal and heightening it and another to feel sexually frustrated, excited—letting your libido go wild but neither of those things cover what it’s like to crave your husband’s brother so much so that your pussy throbs and tingles at the very idea.

The feeling—the desire—the arousal towards it is wrong; you know this, your mind knows this, but your body wants otherwise.

Your body wants to be teased, pleased, fucked good, satisfied five times over—it has no concept of morality or rules. It wants what it wants and it seeks pleasure, nothing to be ashamed of.

But there’s everything to be ashamed of because the want which has quickly become a need isn’t towards your own husband, but to your brother-in-law.

You already lived through a lifetime of internal guilt when you had that one night stand with Sonny back in New York, but it takes two to tango and it almost unsettled you then because you can remember how comfortable and willing you were to give yourself to Sonny.

You weren’t feeling so guilty then—moaning, squirting, losing count of how many times both of you came, letting Sonny fuck and lick all your holes.

You may not want it to come to mind now, but when you were holding Sonny’s head against your pussy and he was eagerly trying to catch your squirt and cum in his mouth, you most definitely weren’t thinking about Michael but of how Sonny would make you cum next.

Above all else, that was a night of changes. Some things changed forever, others did temporarily, and the rest stayed the same.

What didn’t change was your love for Michael—romantically or sexually. He was still your husband, your soulmate, and your sex lives aren’t affected by your one night stand or how intensely horny you’ve gotten over Sonny.

Michael is a whole different world to you alone, and the sex you two have is sexy, erotic, borderline euphoric whether the two of you make love or are sloppily fucking.

Sonny on the other hand is nothing like his little brother. Sonny always fucks hard and sloppy. He loves getting dirty, kinky and messy—nothing is off limits for that man. Sonny fucks nasty, and he only gets worse when he’s craving you in specific.

Why not have both? It’s hard to think straight when it feels as if your pussy has a heartbeat of its own, wanting oh so desperately to be fucked.

Convenience and opportunity are another story. Sonny lives in the estate just next to yours—he’s always on the Lake Tahoe compound and he always has plenty of time for you marking convenience, but the real opportunity comes at hand because of Michael’s business trips or meetings away from home happen so often.

“Oh my God…” You murmur, exhaling shakily as you enter Sonny and Sandra’s estate.

You wish you could just look up and see Sandra and the children there to greet you, but you wouldn’t have exactly stepped a foot in here if you didn’t know for certain Sandra and the kids were in Reno for the rest of the day.

“Mrs. Corleone, hello.” One of the maids pops out of the kitchen, snapping you back to reality. “Are you looking for Sandra?”

“Uh no, actually.” You fix up a smile, “I was wondering if Santino is here?”

“Yes, Mr. Corleone is upstairs.” The maid nods happily, scooping up an empty laundry hamper.

You give her an appreciate nod but only continue to take small steps around the estate until you see with your own eyes that the maid exits out the front door and walks towards the central family estate—leaving you alone in here.

You can hear Sonny’s footsteps coming from his bedroom upstairs and you waste no further time in coming up the stairs knowing Sonny’s not expecting you.

Part of you wants to catch Sonny mid-shower or at least half naked in his bedroom, so you don’t bother to knock but open the bedroom door as if it was yours.

Sonny stands by the window, enjoying a cigarette while leaning the side of his body against the wall.

Expecting Sandra or just about anyone else, Sonny’s eyes light up with surprise when he sees you and then intrigue as he notices the half flustered, half frustrated look upon your face. “Vic, hey.”

“Cut the bullshit, Sonny.” You mutter, closing the door shut behind you. “You owe me answers and you owe them to me now.”

“Answers?” Sonny chuckles, confused. “Over just what, exactly?”

“Come on, don’t do this to me.” You shake your head with a sigh, walking up to him. “You know exactly what I’m talking about.”

“Mm, no.” Sonny purses his lips, amused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about but whatever it is…” He reaches out his hand, playfully pinching your cheek. “It’s got you all hot and bothered.”

“What?” You try to hide back your surprise from how easily Sonny read your body language.

“Aw, baby, come on.” Sonny rolls his eyes playfully, “it’s not the first time I’ve seen you like this. Yeah, rosy cheeks, hot skin, that look in your eyes and not to mention…” Sonny points down to your thighs, “clenched legs. What—did Mike leave you feeling unsatisfied?”

“Shut up.” You glare back at Sonny. “That’s neither true nor funny. You don’t know why I’m here.”

“Actually, I do.” Sonny winks, throwing his finished cigarette out the window. “You think you’re the only woman whose walked up to me like this saying they want to talk? Why do you think I don’t sleep around anymore, Vic?”

“Because of Sandra,” you admit, feeling another tinge of guilt hit you. “Because you’re married to her and this is wrong—”

“What’s wrong, exactly?” Sonny smirks at you, knowing you’re playing right into his hand. “My wife lets me fuck around all I want. If I have permission, so what’s wrong about that?”

“It’s wrong for me.” You point out with a scoff. “And you know that. We should have never—look. If Sandra lets you fool around so much—”

“I don’t.” Sonny shrugs his shoulders. “Not anymore and I haven’t for weeks.”

“Great,” you say back sarcastically, “Santino Corleone hasn’t slept around for a few weeks, that’s a big accomplishment.”

Sonny laughs, shaking his head. “Lovin’ the sarcasm, Vic but c’mon—I haven’t touched Sandra since before New York.”

“What…?” Your cheeks flush scarlet as your eyes widen. “Why?”

“Meh.” Sonny appears nonchalant about it, “it’s not that big of a deal to me. I don’t get off to one orgasm a night, Vic. I don’t want Sandra anymore.”

“But—” You begin, but Sonny interrupts you.

“And if it was so wrong and immoral, then why would you be in my home—in my bedroom—knowing my wife and children aren’t home?” Sonny grazes his tongue over the front of his teeth. “Hmm? Come on, baby.”

Sonny takes a step towards you, closing off the space between your bodies.  “How much longer are you gonna be mad at me for? You know I didn’t do anything to you…” Sonny hooks his fingers into both sides of your skirt’s waistband, moving his hands towards your back to cup your ass while pulling your skirt down. “Nothing you didn’t want me to do, isn’t that right?”

Stunned, you breath hitches with Sonny so close to your face and you neither move nor stop him—giving Sonny the greenlight to snatch down your skirt with your panties.

“I can tell when you’re craving my cock, Vic.” Sonny breathes hotly against your lips, slicking a finger over your soaked clit before showing you how wet his finger has gotten.

“Sonny…” You breathe out, cringing from shyness and embarrassment as Sonny sucks his finger clean.

“Enough with the morality lesson, baby.” Sonny spanks your ass harshly, nudging you towards his bed. “Don’t have to make this any more ironic than it is. Complain and whine about my cock, then beg for it.”

“Who said I’m begging?” You mumble, crawling on top of the bed.

“You aren’t right now…” Sonny watches as you turn around, spreading your legs open entirely for him on the edge of the bed.  “But you will be.”

You refuse to reply back to his remark, feeling as if you’re going to burst from arousal and embarrassment having yourself spread open for a full view to Sonny.

“You’re so fucking wet that it’s getting all over the bed.” Sonny approaches you, throwing off his leather belt and pulling down his trousers. “See that…?”

“What?” You whimper, glancing down at your pussy as you hold your thighs open.

“Aha.” Sonny chuckles, spreading your pussy lips open with both thumbs, noticing how your clit is pulsating and contracting. “Come on, I know you feel that. You gotta…” Sonny leans down, sloppily kissing over your clit with tongue.

“Oh!” You cry out, noticing the throbbing sensation is only getting worse.

“Yeah, baby.” Sonny smirks, licking his lips before letting his ten-inch, erect cock spring free from his briefs. “Now you’ll beg.” He moves closer to you, pumping his cock in his hand. “You’ll beg because you want this so bad no matter how much you keep denying it.”

“Stop teasing me.” You bite down on your lip, feeling more wetness trickle between the folds of your pussy from just the sight of Sonny’s cock.

“Soon you’ll walk in here—” Sonny rests his shaft against your clit; the tip of his cock touching above your belly button. “And you’ll already be naked. You’ll get on the bed without me even telling you, won’t you?” Sonny slides his cock down, beginning to penetrate you.

“Ohhhhhhh fuck, f-fuck—” You moan shakily, pushing your hips up against Sonny’s. “Y-yes, yes, yes…!”

“This won’t get any better for you, Vic.” Sonny chuckles, gripping onto the bedsheets and beginning to thrust every inch of his thick cock inside of you. “But oh baby will I make you feel so good everytime.”

#godfather au #sonny corleone x reader #sonny corleone #santino corleone #sonny corleone x reader smut #sonny corleone x oc #sonny corleone smut #smut prompts #moth to flame fic #moth to flame fanfic #moth to flame au #godfather x reader #godfather smut #not canon #victonny

[residentevil7]

Amnesia: The Bunker Review

Gameplay: 7/10

Story: 5/10

Final Rating: 6/10

Spoiler-free review:

This game introduced a lot of fresh gameplay elements that were new to the series and delivered a solid, scary experience that was tense even on easy mode. I would consider replaying it on a harder difficulty to experience the game again because the placement of certain items and codes is random. I also never experienced what happens when the generator runs out of fuel but I found it well-made and frightening regardless.

However, I feel it did not deliver on the caliber of narrative I expect from an Amnesia game. I would recommend it as a horror experience and I do not regret paying $32 CAD for it.

Spoiler-y review below (INCLUDING spoilers for the other games in the series)

Amnesia: The Dark Descent set up a premise which all of the Amnesia games have followed thus far: You have done something really awful, but you have amnesia, so you can't remember what it is. So you explore the world while discovering the consequences of your actions and seeing the effects they have.

In Amnesia: The Dark Descent, Daniel fucks around in Algeria and finds out when he pisses off an Elder God by stealing an artifact, which casts a long shadow and tears down reality behind it as it chases him. The only way to prevent it from killing him is to extract this substance from people's bodies that is only produced under extreme torture. He is provided people to torture by his benefactor, Alexander, and is told they are violent criminals. He later finds out they are innocent, but he initially agrees to torture them regardless. He exchanges countless lives for his own because he is scared to die.

In Amnesia: A Machine For Pigs, Magnus has a vision of the future. He sees the crimes against humanity that occur during World War 1 and sees that his twin sons will enlist in the war and die horribly. He loses his faith in humanity and kills his sons to create this machine that will turn the world into what he believes is their natural state: pigs. He is willing to end the world for his ideals.

In Amnesia: Rebirth, Tasi is crash landed in Algeria with a survey party including her husband, Salim and several colleagues. They are going to die in the desert when they are intercepted by an Elder God who offers to take them to safety in exchange for Tasi's unborn child. Tasi cannot bear to lose her child because she had multiple miscarriages and refuses to give up her baby girl. She dooms everyone in her survey group including Salim because she cannot give up the baby she has loved for so long.

Every Amnesia game thus far explores an act of questionable morality done by someone who could not accept the alternative.

In Amnesia: The Bunker, a soldier in WWI named Henri manipulates a game of chance so his friend, Augustin will have to go out on a routine patrol. We know that it was thought of as a harmless prank, and that he did not expect any harm to come to his friend. Henri is promptly devastated when Augustin goes missing and immediately goes looking for him. He finds him at the bottom of a pit with a broken leg, dehydrated and nearly dead. He feeds him some water from the bottom of the pit, but unbeknownst to him the water has an unusual property tainted by the Otherworld inhabited by the Elder God featured in the other games. Henri succumbs to his injuries and Augustin uses the strength from the water to take them both back to camp. The water later turns him into a monster that hides in the walls and slowly picks off the troupe in the bunker. I actually think this is a really solid premise.

My problem with this is that Henri does not get any ownership of the narrative. He talks briefly about how guilty he feels and the awful thing he did, but when you find out what he actually did, it's so disappointing that I actually thought there would be a secondary twist. It feels weirdly held back because Henri never actually does anything that bad. Should he have manipulated that game of chance? No, but he had no idea of the consequences. Should he have given him weird glowing water from the bottom of a pit? No, but again he had no idea what it would do to his friend. I understand why he would feel guilty about this, but he is a victim of the narrative more than anything. All of the other Amnesia protagonists had a pretty clear picture of what they were doing and chose to do it anyway out of self preservation or morals or love.

An action for Henri to take that would be in line with the moral quandaries of the previous games would be for him to feed Augustin the water knowing what it would do to him but knowing that neither of them would survive if nothing was done. That would truly be an action worth haunting our protagonist.

Fundamentally, the Amnesia games are about the terrible things people will do to each other when the chips are down. Henri is blameless, and it's boring.

But whatever, they don't necessarily have to stick to the formula they've set up in the previous games. Let's say Henri can be blameless.

I was excited to see who this new protagonist was because the Amnesia games have extensive notes that give us context about their character and the characters of the others around them. Only to find that Henri is almost entirely a silent protagonist, with only a few voiced notes. As well, these notes only regard this incident with Augustin and give us basically no insights into Henri as a character. In the other games, the characters regain their memories slowly and we get fragmented snippets of their lives before they became amnesiacs. We get nothing for Henri, instead we learn mostly about Augustin. So Augustin is really like a secondary protagonist since the story is about him. His main characteristic is that he is Henri's friend (we see him covering him) and that he has a family. Not really a lot there to get me invested in this character.

I feel like there could have been more flashbacks to tell us who these men were and what they meant to each other. It's a problem with the other people in the bunker too, their notes are all about what is happening around them and nothing about who they are as people. Which could be forgiven if the protagonists had some development, but they don't.

Previous Amnesia games have used voice recordings, radios, and notes as a plot device. So let Augustin be developed through these. Belay the realization that your friend is the monster until the last half of the game, and let him talk to you through an intercom. Have him guide you around and help you, only to realize that those snippets you heard from your friend were only moments of clarity before he transformed back into the beast that was hunting you. If Augustin is the protagonist, let us connect with him and understand him. By the time the game starts, he is already too far gone. That is not compelling narratively, especially when you consider the other games.

The only real moment of character is when he discusses the toy rabbit he bought for his son. It fell out of his bag when he got hurt and it was left behind in the pit. He talks about losing it with regret because its representative of how he cannot be there for his son because he is at war. It is an item Henri can retrieve towards the end of the game, but it is missable. This would be fine if we got literally any other character development for these characters, but we didn't.

The only effect this toy bunny has on the monster is that it will examine it for a few seconds, allowing you to kill it more easily. This feels like wasted potential to me. Augustin is clearly able to recognize the object, it preoccupies him for a few seconds. So if Augustin is the true protagonist of The Bunker, he is not being given a satisfying end to his narrative. His reminder of his previous life and his love for his son is only enough to accelerate his fate. It's tragic, sure, but Amnesia narratives are not solely about tragedy. They are about people's selfish desires (to live, to prevent, to save) being so powerful that they override the safety of others. The monster that Augustin has become cannot choose this, as it is no more intelligent than a predatory animal. Henri did not doom his friend in any real, conscious way, either. So both of them are blameless and subjected to a terrible tragedy, but it's hard to care because we never learn anything about them as people.

Henri is silent for the whole game, and despite Augustin being his closest connection, he doesn't even comment on his death. So we get no narrative resolution for Henri OR Augustin. Augustin being so lost he only temporarily recognises this token of love for his son is not a satisfying ending. A satisfying ending would be for him to realize what he's become, and kill himself before he could kill his best friend. Or at least for Henri to recognise his friend in the monster and have some regrets about killing him! Something. Anything. Instead we get nothing. Henri escapes the bunker and gets captured by enemy forces. We are reminded that the horror Henri experiences in the bunker pales in comparison to the horrors of humanity. Magnus' prophecy came true, and the world is truly terrible.

But the Amnesia games are not just about being hunted by monsters. The driving force behind all of them is that people will do terrible things if they feel it can be justified. So this theme of "the acts of humanity is worse than any monster" doesn't hold up for me. Because the previous games already have that as a central theme. The acts of humanity are what CREATES monsters. Daniel will torture innocents. Magnus will end the world. Tasi will let her colleagues die. All of the monsters in the games are after them because of something they did. They are not passive bystanders subjected to tragedies. The tragedies are of their own making.

I really think this game would have benefited from not using the Amnesia title as it does not live up to the standards set by the previous games. I would have judged it much less harshly and enjoyed it more had that been the case.

#amnesia: the bunker #game review #frictional games

[narzissenkreuz-ordo]

tfw when your husband from multiple past lives commits the Ultimate Sin and is imprisoned while u have to deal with the consequences of his actions

i had personal lore with my vidyadhara OC that kinda got fucked over by the 1.2 story so i already came up with New Ideas so spoilers under the cut

we learn that vidyahara only live about 700 years before they self reincarnate so technically yueshi should gone through with the process and be someone else by the time of the current story

we don't know the DETAILS of how dan feng makes yingxing immortal but what if yueshi somehow gets dragged into it all unwillingly and also gets fucked up like yingxing and now lives past the prime of vidyahara standards because they cane no longer self reincarnate. so her and blade are stuck in very similar situations. yueshi is able to stay on the luofu but is closlely watched by the vidyadhara preceptors Just In Case

when yueshi and blade cross paths again, yueshi only addresses him as blade consistently tells him that dan heng is not dan feng and that he's never coming back......but in my canon divergent au dan feng gets his own body separate from dan heng after the stellaron crisis on the luofu is handled some how (listen i NEED a fix-it au or else i will die) and yueshi is having None of That and refuses to very talk to him FDJSFKSDFDS

#oc: yueshi [hsr expy] #eitan.txt #eitan hsr ocs #eitan's art tag

[ninadove]

Character bingo Clive and Felix for comparison reasons

Ooooooh, you’re spoiling me. 💜

Clive Dove — Professor Layton 🎩

How do I even begin to explain without spoiling you more than I already did.

Well, by now you must have figured out that there’s something very very fucked up about this young man.

But he’s not just fucked up. He’s the only antagonist from the main series to be explicitly stated to be just as smart as the protagonist (Battle of Wits my beloved 🧡) and, arguably, to achieve their end goal.

AND IT’S THE WORST THING THAT COULD HAVE EVER HAPPENED TO HIM.

But he’s so willing to accept the consequences of his actions — which is more than any other Layton antagonist can say for themselves. Like yeah, I guess three of them Did That Spoilery Thing at the end of Azran Legacy, but they ended up being fine, and then what. Bronev went to prison, but not before trying one last manipulation tactic. Emmy, who I adore, escaped the legal system entirely to go on a… Self-discovery road trip, apparently? And Descole flew off to do Descole-like things.

When I first played Unwound Future, I was 13. It was the first time I was introduced to the absolutely crazy concept of a villain taking accountability and accepting their punishment, instead of being killed/captured/"magically turned good" through the Power of Friendship™.

But unfortunately, the game needs to wrap up there, so we don’t get to see his full redemption arc.

He absolutely deserves to be smacked in the face with a crowbar, but you won’t see me do that. I want him to be a smitten husband and a happy stay-at-home dad with a dog. Sue me.

Felix Graham de Vanily — Miraculous 🦚

They’re the same picture, your honour:

Blue bird boys rocking the vest + tie cimbo

Rich but traumatised British orphans

Extremely smart

Strong ressemblance to one of the protagonists, which they use to commit shenanigans (including but not limited to: manipulating dumber antagonists and terrorising European capitals)

I feel like they gave me everything I wanted for Clive in the form of this little feather full of love and rage, to the point I sometimes refer to Emotion as "the Clive episode".

Except, of course, Felix is a child who went through horrifying abuse. That makes it a lot easier to forgive a lot of things.

The point is: I love them both so much, Feligami is what Clemmy could and should have been, redemption is cool, life is beautiful, and HEY would you look at that it’s a double bingo! 💙💜

#professor layton #clive dove #miraculous ladybug #felix graham de vanily #argos #professor layton spoilers #lost future #unwound future #azran legacy #mlb spoilers #mlb representation #ask games #character bingo #paracosmicfawn 💜 #You know what the Specific Thing is for Felix #We all know what the Specific Thing is for Felix

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 44

Cw: teen pregnancy, sexual assualt, substance abuse, abuse of a disabled person

Gif by @colorfulsmayles24

No matter what Aemma does, Otto Hightower somehow undoes all her hard work.

Her plans for today are fucking ruined because of that grasping self-serving fucker.

Aemma wants nothing more than to wrap her hands around his chain of office and strangle him with it.

Aemond was training, Aemma had been barred from the fucking Council meeting because ‘the Grand Maester thinks it will affect the health of the baby’ and Alarra had refused to let her go watch Aemond ---as a distraction mainly--- saying it was no place for her.

So she goes to find Helaena to talk and get away from Alarra who is as strict as they come.

No wine, no fish, no giving into your sudden craving for coal or eating another flower arrangement with cheese.

“Your highness, you should not come here,” Erryk stands in her way, but Aemma just sighs in annoyance and continued inside Hel’s and Aeg’s suite of rooms.

The Princess does not find Helaena, instead she is faced with a reality she had buried inside her mind for the past three years.

“He wouldn’t stop.” Dyana, the handmaiden in charge of helping the nurse, cried to Talya.

“You poor lamb.” Talya tries to comfort her as best she can, helping her put the clothes Aegon had almost torn off her back on.

“Your highness, Princess Aemma!” the girl cries out and falls to her knees, begging her for help.

“Fetch your mistress, I will stay with Dyana.” Aemma orders and helps the poor girl to her feet.

“Who did this to you?” Aemma asked the girl who cried harder.

“The prince, not prince Aemond, Prince Aegon. He, I was fetching the prince his wine, and I put it on his table, and when I turned... I didn't see him. I asked him to stop,” the girl cried in her arms.

Dyana was younger than her, barely Luke’s age, a child compared to them.

“I know you did; I am so sorry such a terrible thing has happened to you, Dyana. It is over now and you will be safe from men like him, I promise you.” Aemma comforts her, knowing the girl will either be forced to birth his bastard, find work in whatever brothel can accept her or be silenced with murder.

“She came and we couldn’t stop her, your grace.” Ser Erryk is heard whispering to the queen who comes alone, or she can assume alone because there is no familiar clanking of Criston’s armor trailing her.

“I suppose you now know why I asked Talya to buy moon tea.” The queen doesn’t bother with greetings and courtesies and Aemma doesn’t care enough to be a bitch about it.

“How many times has this happened?” Aemma asks drying her own tears with her sleeve after Talya takes Dyana elsewhere.

“Enough to know it won’t stop.” The queen admits defeated. “I birthed a monster.”

Aemma could lie and say it wasn’t her fault, but the queen never did anything to curb Aegon’s sadistic tendencies.

She hit him, she yelled, but not once did she consider sending Aegon to foster with a stern lord or have him face real consequences for his actions.

“And that is the man you seek to make king? No girl will ever be safe from him, Alicent, what happens when he goes after a noblewoman and her husband or father fights back?” Aemma asks and the queen is taken aback because the fucking witch still pretends no one knows about it.

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” She denies it, wanting to blame Aemma’s pregnancy for assuming she is part of the treasonous plot she is helping her father hatch.

“You want Aegon on the throne so you and your father can continue hording the power, you are willing to usurp my mother and discredit the king's own will to get your wish.” Aemma was tired of this shit, the lying, the knives hidden behind them, everything. “You can stop with the lying, your grace, it doesn’t work on me.”

I know how the story ends, there is no use in lying now. You will usurp my mother; war will ensue and you will be forced to live knowing you killed us all.

“It is the only way.” The queen says and Aemma doesn’t know who she is lying to, Aemma or herself.

----

Aemma arrives with the queen, and yet Alicent’s presence does not deter her from rushing past her and running into Rhaenyra’s arms.

Still more girl than woman, her Aemma.

“I missed you, mama.” Her girl says as they struggled to hug as they used to. The babies would arrive within months of each other. Visenya will be two moons old when Aemon comes.

And they would share a cradle, like Aemma and Aemond did, like Luke and Daeron also did. If the gods are good, Visenya will be Aemon’s queen and they will rule together over a unified Westeros.

“As did I, sweet girl.” Rhaenyra smiled at her daughter, forgetting Alicent was still there until she spoke.

“It has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence.” There is a change in her voice, not cold and even cruel as before.

“Indeed, Your Grace.” Rhaenyra wonders if having Aemma here may have softened her towards her.

“Though not long enough to merit a greeting upon our arrival.” Daemon was suspicious to say the least, he had not lived here during those hellish ten years where things like no royal greetings, or family outings were left intact by Alicent’s resentment.

It was almost nostalgic now, to have Alicent be a bitch about anything Rhaenyra did.

One fucking lie had ruined everything, the princess wondered if things would have been better if she had just told her, it was Criston who took her maidenhead that day they fought in the gardens.

“I'm sure the Queen had pressing business, my love.” Rhaenyra tried her best to dismiss it as him being paranoid. “What can either of us know of ruling a kingdom?”

“I do not rule, as you well know.” The queen answered. “My father and I are mere stewards of the King's will and wisdom.”

“I had planned a proper greeting with all the pomp and circumstance, but the Lord Hand has a habit of undoing all my hard work.” Aemma interrupted with annoyance and stoked the fire of Daemon’s paranoia, and yet it is what keeps Daemon from trading barbs with Alicent. “I wasn’t even told your dragons had been sighted this morning.”

Aemma’s idle chatter is anything but that. She could not outright tell them this was the Hand’s doing without angering her goodmother, but Aemma being her chatty self could be excused.

“I heard my brother has doing poorly since Elēnar’s death. Hard to believe he had been conscious enough to walk you down the aisle let alone sit on his throne these four months.” Daemon has caught on and began discreetly mining Aemma for information. Information he thinks will prove Alicent or her father are trying to keep her father addicted to milk of the poppy.

“Well he was fine enough not to need so much milk of the poppy when I left, Grand Maester Orwyle had tried to wean him off it, but someone kept giving it to him against his or Helaena’s orders. Hel spent these past four months trying to figure out who it was and suspects one of the newer acolytes.” From the way Aem chatted with her stepfather you would think they were friends, the Princess of Dragonstone notes.

So perhaps her husband’s suspicions may be right.

It couldn’t be Alicent, no, Alicent wouldn’t murder her husband. That wasn’t like her.

It had to be Otto; the princess was sure of it.

----

When he sees Lucerys, he can only hear Aemma making him swear not to kill him.

His blood is running hot from sparring, and it only fuels his hatred for little Luke Strong.

They were bastards, he would never understand why his Aemee could love them as if they were her real brothers.

Because she was taught better, he can almost hear Teora say. Teora hadn’t been like the other bastards, she was pious, kind, and trustworthy.

Bastards are by nature treacherous beings who seek only to destroy the trueborn, Luke and his brothers were proof of that.

One day they would think they were better suited for the crown and usurp their sister. Jace was charming, intelligent and a warrior at five and ten, he could dribble poison into Rhaenyra’s ear and have her change her will.

They were threats to his wife and son, but his wife, his Aemee, was too good and pure of heart to think ill of them.

“Nephews,” he eyes Luke and Jace, “have you come to train?”

#aemma velaryon #someone will remember us fic #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #oc fanfiction #ocappreciationtag #fyeahhotdocs

[ashton-ryder]

mission #1 // transmission // morality

usmc file #974211: ashton finley ryder - morality test results: lawful neutral

A lawful neutral character acts as law, tradition, or a personal code directs him. Order and organization are paramount to her. He may believe in personal order and live by a code or standard, or he may believe in order for all and favor a strong, organized government. Whether a law is good or evil is of no import as long as it brings order and meaning. A lawful neutral character will keep his word if he gives it and will never lie. He may attack an unarmed foe if necessary. He will never harm an innocent. He may use torture to extract information, but never for pleasure. He will never kill for pleasure, only in self-defense or in the defense of others.

For each of the following items, indicate whether you think it's morally okay or not.

An army lieutenant neglects to file a report on a civilian killing done by his troops because he knows it was an accident. fuck no.

Tina promises her dying mother that she'll visit her grave once a month. After the mother has passed away, Tina finds it hard to squeeze in the time, and her visits drop to about once a year. yes. perhaps from my understanding.. a parent should want their child to live the best life they can. dad always said don't waste your time looking down at the ground when there's so much to look upwards for.

A man orders a custom-built sex doll designed to look just like his neighbor. That's just weird.

Sarah's dog has four puppies. She can only find a home for two of them, so she kills the other two with a stone to the head. no, there are so many other options unless you tell me the circumstance requires it.

A doctor has been preforming consensual yet illegal procedures one someone in hopes of finding a cure for his ill sister. yes. their choices are their own.

A neglectful husband pushes his wife to an affair. When the affair ends, the wife's partner nearly kills her and her unborn daughter. The husband kills the affair partner. morality is grey, but their actions have consequences.

September has run out of food and is facing death by starvation. She begins to cannibalize her family's loyal staff. They do not fight back. no. there are power dynamics in play no matter their lack of retaliation.

A mother gives birth to identical twins. One follows their ambitions and the other becomes a shut in. The family make it clear which child they prefer. i.. i don't know about this one.

Natalie is so focused on survival she fires a shot without thinking. She did not intend to kill her elderly neighbor, but she hides the body regardless. She denies knowing what happened to the now missing resident. no. ...actions have consequences. the past will always come back to haunt you.

A woman is facing a lifetime of medical issues. She continues to put her family and those around her in emotional and medical debt. She lives a hollow life and continues leaching off of those who support her. ...family is family.

Please provide a response to each of the following prompts. Leaving a prompt blank will also be considered a response, and you will be assessed for refusal to answer.

In the event of a life or death situation, would you put yourself or others first? ..in war, we don't plan to die, but we are prepared to.

How far would you be willing to go to ensure your own survival throughout this ordeal? depends how far i'm gonna be pushed. and i've been pushed far before.

Is there anyone in the building you have developed strong attachments to? i try not to get to close to people. emotions lead to irrational decisions lead to.. deadly mistakes.

Do you think it is possible to survive infection through alternative means such as removing the infected limb? Would you be willing to undergo this procedure to ensure your own survival? won't know till you try. evolution didn't happen without experimentation, science wouldn't be a thing if we didn't tried proving the impossible.

Will following the general consensus lead to improved odds of survival, or would you have a better chance following an assigned leader? everyone has their specialty. even in the marines. if you're smart, know when you're dumber than others, and know when to listen.

What is the appropriate response to the following situation?

Your daughter falls ill and needs a specific, uncommon kind of antibiotic that will be hard to find; without the full course, the pathogen will survive, regroup, and kill her anyway. You are scavenging a pharmacy, where you find another group, and manage to not shoot each other. You ask them about the antibiotic, and they have it, but they also need the antibiotic, for the wife of someone in their group. You cannot share the antibiotic because it would just kill both people, and they have the antibiotic in their pack. This is likely the only complete dose set you will find, as the other stores have been picked totally clean and there are no friendly groups in the area. it is in their possession in the first place, it is theirs to keep or the decide what to do with it. there will be other ways. living with the blood of others on your hands can just be as painful as death. my brothers in arms would agree.

#bnytask #;muse #;missions #saw this and thought it'll be fun to jump in tho late!! #complete sidetrack i forget how good he was in the code cbs show

[cherienymphe]

She only told became she's terrified for what will happen to Nat and she's trying to lessen the punishment. What reason would she have to tell that she saw her? How would that lessen anything? This decision makes sense. She wants Nat out of the basement and safe. Telling Peter she saw Nat that night does not. This decision was done with a goal in mind. Telling Peter the other thing would have no goal because they see that on the same level as Nat escaping, possibly even worse.

I think it's a bit unfair to paint the reader as untrustworthy especially after the position she's put herself in to protect Nat. If anything, she's the most trustworthy one in the house what with not telling any of the husbands the things their wives say and insinuate about them. Her decision in this chapter was driven by guilt and desperation and a strong desire to keep Nat safe. If Nat is confirmed to be pregnant, she won't be in any danger of bodily harm and that's all the reader wants

I guess I was only considering that Natasha would be upset that the reader told because she’s prepared to face her consequences and not that she’s trying to lessen her punishment. My reason for saying that it’s not a good idea is in case Natasha was pregnant but isn’t anymore because that would lead to a very obvious conclusion about what she did. And I agree that it doesn’t help her station to tell Peter that she saw Natasha but I feel like he gave her a chance to come clean about anything else that she shouldn’t have done and hadn’t told him yet, and because she didn’t he will be more hurt in the future because she held back and may be harsher. That’s why I was saying that was her one time to come clean, even though it results in punishment either way, because it seemed like he was giving her a window. And there’s no doubt that he figures out later just because she can’t seem to keep things inside when it comes to Peter.

And I should’ve made it clear that I don’t mean that the reader isn’t dependable. I mean that I couldn’t trust her because if it comes down to it, the women will have to look out for themselves and the men will get any information necessary out of them. And they make their own decisions on when to tell secret information. Even Peggy said that she likely would’ve told if she saw Natasha leaving because she has to think about herself.

But I hope you don’t take my comments as a criticism on your writing. I’m sometimes frustrated by a character’s actions even if I know they were necessary, and I should be less severe with my words or explain them more. I’m sorry if I offended you

Your comment didn't offend me! I just wanted to explain the reader's side of things because I do understand the concern for how Nat will feel. It's a sticky situation and I won't say whether or not Nat will be fully understanding about it, but Nat will see where the reader is coming from. Nat has guilt of her own she's dealing with on behalf of the reader (that will only worsen after the next chapter). Tbh they're both just miserable and feeling guilty about the other.

And yeah I see why you would want the reader to just tell Peter outright about that night when he asked, but I think there's this assumption Peter will be lenient on her solely because the reader entertained that thought herself. The reader understands the severity of what she did. That's why she doesn't want it to ever come out. Nat neither. I was serious when I said in their eyes, the reader's offense is worse than Nat's. The reader's betrayal is bigger than Nat's. The reader knows she fucked up so bad and it's why she'll never tell the truth about that night unless she's literally forced to because doing so won't make anything easier. It'll just make things a hell of a lot worse

#asks