#and everything is so heightened and brutal

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Twilight fanfic - Paul Lahote x reader

Part 1: A wolf gone rogue - pairing: Paul Lahote x reader

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blurb: This came to me in a dream, for real i just wanted to imagine an alternate story in which Paul’s imprint would be another shifter but I wanted to add a little twist to it. So here we go with something a little crazy about shifting and probably not accurate at all. But hey, it’s just a fanfiction.

You arrived at Forks under the cover of a low and dark sky, thunder rumbling somewhere in the distance. The thick forest surrounding the town was a lush dark green color, giving you the impression of being alone on the Earth. And to be honest, the thought wasn’t so bad. 

People were the reason why you had to move out in the first place. Something happened and it left you with no other choice than packing your things, loading your truck and driving as far as you could. Or until you found the perfect place.

You didn’t really know why you had decided to do a pit stop in Forks but one thing was certain, you were hungry and your tummy noises could compete with those of the thunder in the dark sky. So you stopped at a diner and ate so much all you wanted to do afterwards was take a nap. 

But you had to keep going. Keep driving until you can't anymore. But there was something about this place, Forks, it made you feel all funny inside. Made you want to stay a little longer. Like there was a thread pulling you and keeping you there.

You found a small house on the outskirts of the woods to rent. Cheap and small but it was largely enough for you. You just needed a fresh start. So you found a job, or two and began your new life. You befriended your neighbor, the chief of police. His name was Charlie, and his daughter Bella. You weren't that much older than her, so you became friends.

Some night you even went to their place when Charlie would invite you over to watch baseball on tv with his friend Billy and his son Jacob. So yeah some of your nights were as lonely as your day, some were better. Spent in good company, with genuine people. Pizza, popcorn, beer. Good evenings.

And the other nights? They were worse than the rest, lonelier and more brutal. It is during those torturous nights that you wish you could hold on to somebody. But your fear of getting close to people- either because you knew they could easily hurt you or you could easily hurt them- was holding you back from any real socialisation.

One night in particular was rougher. Thunder rolling low in the sky, rain falling slowly, the sound echoing on the roof of the house. The whole day had been excruciating, pain flaring up in your entire body, your skin felt too tight on you, you couldn’t breathe properly, every sound was louder than usual. Everything you touched felt wrong. You knew what it meant and yet your brain tried to deny it every waking second. Every cell in your body was fighting against one another.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, and you knew you’d shift at any given moment, you leaped out in the forest, thorny bushes grabbing at your skin and hair. But you didn’t stop, you couldn’t stop. You kept on running as fast as you could and screamed when the shift happened. You could feel every bone in your body snapping into place, your skin moving with them.

Your senses already heightened where exacerbated even more and you fell loudly to the ground, your body convulsing in spasms. You tried to drown out the noises by covering your ears, grabbing at your head. You screamed again and again from the pain. Praying, begging it would stop. 

In your state you didn’t notice the dark silhouette watching you from a distance, half hidden behind a tree. He watched as you moved in pain, laying in the grass under the cover of the big trees. He watched as you shifted slowly, painfully. Listening to your cry of agony. He was hovering between walking away and waiting for you to reveal yourself to the rest of the pack, or staying in case you needed help. It was strange to see another struggle with their shifting. It made him feel less alone.

But suddenly you rose up on your feet, ears moving with every sound around you. And then your head ducked down again and he saw a flash of your human form covering your head with your hands. Just a flash, barely could see the colour of your flesh under the black and and dark brown fur. Then the wolf was back, the flash stopped and he heard a howl, low and painful. He could feel the pain in the tone of your voice. 

You dashed deeper in the forest, paws landing heavily on the wet ground. He watched you disappear in the dark, where the moon couldn’t touch the moss covered ground. Under his wolf form he took a few tentative steps, staying silent as he walked towards the place where your shift had occurred. 

Your clothes still on the ground, smelled strongly of you for his wolf senses. He heard you howling again and turned his head in your direction. Mentally telling Sam about what he had just witnessed.

The alpha arrived, cautiously sniffing your clothes. That way they could recognise you if they crossed your path one day. 

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You spend the next day in pain, curled up on your bed. The pain had persisted even after you had shifted back and retrieved your clothes. The walk back to your house annoyingly painful but alas the cold rain drenching you allowed your mind to relax a little and to cool down.

During the next few days you only wanted to skip work and stay curled up in bed. Painkillers only worked for a few hours before the pain came back again, so you quite literally looked like a junky. But you had to go anyway, the rent of the house wouldn’t pay itself.

All day your colleagues would throw weird glances your way, and whisper amongst themselves, thinking they were being discreet. But you could hear them, they hushed tones as if they were speaking of some ancient secret. You didn’t really care, all you could think about was the pain taking over your body.

You could hide it most days, but sometimes it was too much and you looked so sick people started to throw worried glances at you. One day your boss sent you home early and told you to take the reminder of the week to get back on your feet. 

So you took his advice and tried to rest, but you knew there was nothing to be done. The pain would always be here. 

Your doorbell brought you back to the present, it was Bella. She hadn’t heard from you in a while and was worried when you showed up looking like a sick puppy at the front door. 

“Hey, what’s up? You look like you haven’t slept in days.” And you just shrugged softly. So she grabbed your hand and dragged you to her truck. you barely had time to grab a flannel jacket. She drove to the reservation, a place you only had heard of through her and Charlie and Jacob. She said it would be good to breathe some fresh air, would probably make you feel better. You doubted but indulged her.

“It’s high time you finally come visit this place and make some more friends. Besides, it's a bit lame to only hangout with single dads to watch baseball.” She said. “So you’re saying you’re lame?” You retorted, and she was happy to see that your humour was intact.

Once at the beach of La Push, she parked beside a black truck and you both walked on the sand. The silence was comfortable, and sometimes you both would talk about anything and everything. You liked Bella, it was easy to be around her even if it had been a bit awkward at first. 

There was something you couldn't quite shake tho, it was a strange smell, and you could swear it was coming from Bella. But it wasn’t strong enough for you to actually identify it so you decided to let the thought go. 

After some time, you both decided to sit down, using a log of wood to rest your back. You groaned while moving to sit down, Bella shooting you a weird look. You pretended not to notice her in the corner of your vision, but you could see her brow knitted together in worry.

“I know you’re a little bit older than me, but not that much,” She tried to land a joke and you only huffed a laugh, half smiling. “What’s up with you lately?” She asked still, but you could sense the hesitation in her voice.

Before you could answer you both turned your head toward voices coming your way. A group of young men and teenagers walking shirtless and barefoot and you thought it was strange, they should be cold.

But then you looked at yourself and the beads of sweat on your forehead. You would gladly take your jacket off, even though you had chosen to wear a light one, but you didn’t want to worry Bella anymore. The weather was cold for her, with a little wind picking up from the sea and the grey clouds blocking out the sun, you could see her shivering.

She stood up to greet one of the guys, Jacob and you did the same since you had been hanging out with him on occasions.

“Hey! wow,” he grabbed you by the shoulders and looked at you like you had something on your face. You stared back and smiled slowly. “Hey sorry, think i’m coming down with something.” You offered the only plausible answer you could muster. 

“Jake,” One of the other guys said beside him, a weird look on his face. Jacob looked at him and then back at you. Letting his hands fall from your shoulders you could feel something in the air had shifted. A gust of wind shook around you, your hair dancing in the cool breeze and you welcomed its fresh sensation on your hot skin.

And that’s when it hit you. A very specific scent, something of pine needles and wet dog. You sniffed the air a bit more loudly than you meant to, looking around for a dog walking on the beach or something. But upon seeing nothing around you, your gaze landed back on the group of young men in front of you. They were staring at you.

A part of you knew what you had just smelled, but another part of you wanted to deny it all together. You took a step back at the same time as one of the other guys. Suddenly he looked as sick as you, or more like he was going to faint. Jacob and the two other guys looked at his friend with concern. They all exchanged glances while you and Bella hovered on the side, watching it unfold.

“Paul? You okay?” Jacob puts a hand on his friend’s shoulder and when said Paul faltered backward, Jacob and another guy caught him by the arms. And your eyes met Paul’s.

And then you felt something else. A weird warmth spreads inside of you, wrapping its tendril around your ribcage. Your breath hitched in your throat and you felt like you were suffocating suddenly, and you thought you were going to shift again, right then and there. Fear making its way to you, making you start to panic a little.

You couldn’t bear the sweat sticking on your skin anymore and took off your jacket in a swift movement, letting it fall to the ground. You didn’t care if it worried Bella, you needed to cool down. You were left in just your long sleeves. Bending down, hands on your knees to try and steady yourself while you try to breathe. And sure enough Bella gasped and almost forcefully put your jacket back on your shoulders but you shrugged it off. You took a few paces and passed your hands in your hair. You couldn’t focus on anything. All you could hear was Paul’s ragged breathing and all you could see was his eyes glued to you. 

And all of a sudden Paul turned on his heels and ran away, his friends right behind him. Jacob mustered a half apology before running after them. You were left alone on the beach with a shivering Bella. You told her you should both get back home and she hurriedly agreed.

You didn’t see her for a few days after that. Not that it was the first thing on your mind at the moment. You were still feeling a little weird from the beach encounter and the sensation that had washed over you that day. And the smell. It was a distinctive smell, and you knew now that you had already smelled it around Jacob.

[borderlinereminders]

Without fail, every time I post a positive post about it being okay to have feelings (anger, sadness, etc), someone always has to comment “yeah but it doesn’t give you the right to treat people poorly because of them.”

No one said it did. And I understand the sentiment but it just rubs me wrong for some reason and I’m not sure why.

I think that even with good intentions, it just rubs me wrong because I’m a BPD blog so maybe it feels like someone is making an assumption even if they’re not intending to?

I don’t know. I don’t want to add a disclaimer to every one of my posts and I’d like to just post positivity without the negativity added because it’s exhausting to read.

Also don’t get me wrong. People have a right to express opinions. I’m just needing to vent because I’m having feelings about it.

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ride ❥

cw: intersex!nat, chocking, pet names, breeding kink, slapping, overstimulation, dirty talk… (i think that’s everything?)

word count: 0.7k

pairings: natasha romanoff x reader

18+, minors + men dni

“Fuck baby, pussy’s so tight.” Natasha groans, her head falling back against the cushion. Hands holding your hips like a vice, leaving red hues in their wake. “You’re so big Tasha,” you gasp, hips rolling against her; fingers tweaking your nipples, heightening the sensitivity.

“Gonna fucking take my cock like a good girl aren’t you?” she hisses feeling your walls tighten around her. Your babbles of agreement spur her on; pushing and pulling your hips, thrusting up into you every now and then making you twitch. Your chest heaves as you try your hardest to bounce up and down on her aching cock.

“So sexy fuck, look so good riding me.” She strokes her hand up the side of your body to grip onto one of your boobs. Her fingers roll your nipples, pinching harshly. Natasha feels your thighs tremble around her. She’s quick to flip you over pressing you into the mattress, thrusting back into you, quite literally knocking the air from your lungs.

Her hand wraps around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly. Fucking her cock back into you at a pace that rivals light. Your body bounces in time with her thrusts. Pulling your leg up, she wraps your legs around her hips allowing you to pull her in further. You feel her so deep inside you that when you look down you see her prodding against the walls of your stomach.

You cry head falling back. Natasha follows your line of sight, groaning. Your stomach tightens, feeling your orgasm build up. “Gonna cum Tasha fuck.” you try to breathe out, her hand still stapled to your neck. The woman smirks, trying and somehow succeeding to begin to thrust deeper. Feeling her in depths you're not sure was even possible.

“Can feel ur tight cunt squeezing me detka, fuck,” she mutters, reaching down she thumbs your clit in the circular motion she knew had you weak. “Just like that baby, take it all.” Your hands fly up to reach her shoulders, your nails biting into her skin. “Eyes open.” she says watching you come undone around her, never breaking pace, whilst ever so slightly adding the faintest more pressure to your neck. You’re withering on the bed as she brutally fucks you through your orgasm.

She lets up on your poor clit and instead ops to lean down and take your nipple into her mouth. She’s rolling her tongue over your nipple continuously, your back arches further into her mouth. “That not enough for you, pretty girl?” she mumbles against your boob.

Pulling away she sharply slaps the boob that was once in her mouth. You squeal, the stimulation quickly building up another orgasm. Pulling her down to kiss you, she moans against you, she tastes of everything you know and love. Kissing her back, you can’t help the odd moan against her. She licks into your mouth pressing her hips completely to yours before pulling out and fucking back into you. “Fuck, fuck fuck, feels soo good” you whine, completely cock drunk.

Natasha’s close too, her cock twitching ready to fill you up. “Want me to fill you up detka? Wanna be all full and round with my babies?” she moans, your walls so tight it’s getting harder for her to thrust back into you. “wan’ all your babies Nat pleas please please” you whine, sucking on her tongue. “Want you to drench my cock princess,” she says, pulling away from you to look at the mess you’ve become.

Marks littering your neck, hair- a mess, mascara slightly running down your face, lips swollen and red, Perfect, she thinks. “Cum for me baby,” she tells you. You babble out whines as she presses so hard into you, you know you’re going to be bed bound for the foreseeable future. You’re hot all over as your orgasm overtakes you completely.Shaking as you feel Natasha fill you up, warm liquid spreads within you.

She stays there for a moment, pulling out slowly to not hurt you, watching her cum drip from your positively ruined holes. Pressing two fingers back into you, hissing from the sensitivity. “Don’t want it to go to waste now do we baby?” she smirks.

[swytdoll]

pretty boy ren who just wants to devour you whole, literally. ♡ sucking your toes, biting you . . he’s soooooo pussy drunk over his cute little girlfriend. nsfw! minors do not interact or i’ll get you! this was supposed to be a short drabble, buttttt i got carried away. oops.

carnal.

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"renny, you gotta slow down!" manicured fingers feebly attempt to slow the man's cruel pace. choked sobs fall on deaf ears, calloused hands clinging to the back of your weak knees. pressing your legs back until baby-pink painted feet hang over his broad shoulders. eren's nothing short of fucking mean as he folds and squishes you against the car door, each fluid roll of his hips reverberating your head against the door with a thump. you can feel his fat cockhead scraping against your cervix. it hurts. and his hands are gripping you so tight you feel like you might break. he forgets how heavy he is, leaning all his weight onto you as he slides into your soppy pussy.

and despite how much it stings, you love it. you love him. every thrust brings a new wave of pleasure that makes your head spin. you can barely breathe, the air punched out of you every time he pushes in. salty tears stream down your face as you cling to the man for dear life. and just when you think he can't get any rougher, eren forces you even further against the car door. "stop runnin’ baby, you can take it.” the wet squelch of his dick sliding into you almost too embarrassing. your legs shake, pussy pulsing around his thick length. painfully, you're cumming. again. you don't know how many times you've cum at this point. eren drives you through it, groaning and muttering sweet words. the way he's fucking you, you'd think he was the one who just came. nails scratch against his sweaty back, body shuddering with the effort of keeping up with his brutal pace.

he slaps a hand against the car window, pushing off you and fucking his dick as far as he can into you. you feel him in your stomach, the slight bulge in your stomach a testimony. you mewl, legs trembling as the brunette continues to abuse your cunt. you're tired. everything hurts. "i know you're sleepy baby, just a little more. i-fuck, i swear." his words are barely intelligible, a string of curses, promises, and praises falling from his lips. the way his face contorts is beautiful. his eyebrows are furrowed, eyes screwed shut, and mouth hanging open as his thrusts grow sloppy. "oh my gosh," you're whimpering as he wraps his lips around your big toe, tongue swirling around the painted nail. the sensation is odd.

but it's not enough to deter your pleasure. if anything it heightens the feeling. the warmth that spreads through your body is overwhelming. your heat squeezing his cock, the muscles spasming as you cum again. he swears he could eat your pretty ass up. gently, pecking sloppy wet kisses on your feet, giving each foot the same attention. he kisses from the top of your toes to the golden ankle bracelet adorning your leg, you smell so good. "pretty as fuck," he's slurring, pussy drunk as he fucks you. you know he's close, the way he's babbling and whining.

eren has never been a biter, well, until tonight. he’s sinking his teeth into your calves as he holds your bottom half up, a poor attempt to stifle his moans. they were so loud they could almost drown out your own. you had never heard him so desperate before. your hips were moving on their own accord, rolling in tight circles and pressing back against him. he was desperate, and that only egged you on more. his nails dig into the soft skin of your thigh. “shittttt, my pretty baby lettin’ me use her sooo good.” his voice now cranked an octave.

the man is cumming shortly after. the feeling of your tightening walls pulling him to the edge. hot ropes of cum fill you. he pushes in as far as he can go, cock throbbing as he empties his balls. you can't tell what the hell he's saying anymore. his words are garbled, slurred together and almost incoherent. the only word you can make out is baby. it's a chant, the brunette calling you that over and over again. eren finally stills, his cock pulsating with the last spurts of his orgasm. the compact space is silent aside from the sound of labored breathing.

it's not until a few minutes later, after your heart rate has gone back to normal and your body isn't on fire anymore that eren slowly pulls his spent cock out of your pussy. cum leaks out, the pearly substance dripping onto the car floor. you feel so empty without his fat cock inside you. gently, he sets your feet back down on the car floor. he grabs his boxers off and wipes your leaking hole. the white fabric is covered in your juices and his cum. but he doesn't give a fuck, tossing it into the darkness. promising to clean it later. he tucks himself back into his sweatpants and looks down at you, eyes raking over your body.

his heart aches at the sight. puffy red eyes. a blotchy tear-stained face. pouty lips swollen from being bitten. a sheen of sweat covers your body, his fingerprints littering your waist. you look fucking ruined, and he can't help but smirk at the damage he's done. "erennnnn," you whine, reaching your arms out to him. the burly man obliges, his large body hovering over yours. "what?" his tone is teasing, lips pulled into a smirk.

"you gotta tell me what you want baby," you huff, brows furrowing. "you already know," you're pouting, arms still stretched out towards him. eren is smiling cheekily as he leans over, lips capturing yours in a passionate kiss. his fingers brush against your cheek as he cups your face, tongue swiping along your bottom lip. you moan into his mouth, sore body arching into his touch. "didn't know you had a foot fetish renny.” you tease against his lips, eren can't stop the laughter that falls from his lips, eyes are sparkling as he looks at you. flushed cherks and a grin on his lips. he really is so handsome. you're delirious.

"i don't," he kisses his teeth, "just love your feet."

[my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction]

Consider: mirror sex where you're making one of the moon boys watch themselves! Too many fics where its the resder being made to watch, I wanna pound Steven with the strap and make him watch his pretty flushed face, and babble to the reader and other headmates about how good it feels

This has been considered and is now haunting me, thank you <3

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Steven Grant x Marc Spector x afab!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Warnings: Pegging, reader is wearing a strap, anal sex, begging, Steven being into Marc watching, swearing not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 692

Steven’s fingers dig into the mattress, his grasp screwing up the bedsheets as he holds on for dear life. He gasps and swallows, trying to ride the waves of almost paralytic pleasure instead of constantly becoming caught up and pulled deeper. 

He whines your name, sweat soaking his skin and tears building in the corners of his eyes. His cock pulses, practically burning with his need to come. It slaps up against his stomach with every thrust, its weeping head smearing across his skin. 

Your grip on his hips guides his movements, pulls him back to meet your brutal pace that’s turning his mind into mush. 

It’s so warm where you touch him, his skin tingling and singing and, god, he just needs you to hold him like this always. So sure, and comforting and commanding. There’s no space for self doubt anymore, not with how your fingers squeeze and flex. 

The front of your thighs smack against the back of his as you slide the strap in particularly deeply and he lets out the sweetest moan, a babble of nonsense falling from his lips. 

“You okay?” You breathe hard from the exertion, your smile clear in your voice. 

He whines an affirmative, nodding his head rapidly as you fuck him hard. “Good, good, so, so gooood!”

You take your left hand from his hip and he whimpers, hiccuping at the momentary loss, before you reach forward and run your fingers through his damp curls, gripping lightly and pulling his head up a fraction. 

“Look at how pretty you are, Steven.” You breathe and he groans, his eyes automatically snapping open to stare into the mirror. It’s unintentionally positioned perfectly for him to see everything. How flush his skin is, how taunt his muscles are as you fuck him, how red and swollen his cock is between his kneeling legs. 

He bites his lip as he swallows, desperately breathing in oxygen as he holds back a deep moan. His balls tense, drawing up. White hot pleasure throbs at the base of his spine. 

He wants to see how you sink in and out of him, wants you to sit back so he can bounce up and down on you and watch how you split him open. Wants-

“Steven?”

His whines heighten, catch in his throat as Marc’s groggy voice filters in.

“Wha… oh fuck!” Marc pants low in his ear and Steven’s stomach flutters. 

He glances up, catching Marc’s eyes in the reflection. He looks just as desperate, debauched and wanting. And Steven just can’t look away. 

“How, how, long have we…?” 

Steven groans, arching his back. “A while,” he swallows, his voice thick. “Marc’s here.” 

Your hips stutter a fraction, arousal dripping and pooling between your legs. 

Steven pants as he watches Marc start to fall apart, their body shaking and writhing on the strap. 

You lean down, pressing your chest to Steven’s back. “You like watching Marc?”

He groans wantonly, and Marc gasps. 

“Like watching how well you both take my cock?” 

Marc tenses. “I’m, tell them, I’m gonna come.” 

“Marc’s gonna come,” Steven gasps, pleasure twisting low. 

“And you are too, aren’t you?” You breathe in his ear. 

“Fuck!” Steven shakes, Marc’s moans breaking through his throat. They both come hard, their orgasm rocking through their limbs and leaving them weak. 

Steven spurts onto the bed covers, sobbing in bliss as his arms give out under him. 

You catch him quickly, saving him from falling into his own spend, and sit back, holding him to your chest as you whisper soothing words. 

Steven breathes hard. Groaning softly at the angle change, how the strap slips in fully and so, so deep. 

“You okay?” You ask softly as you kiss his neck. 

Steven nods, humming. He shivers, and slowly looks back to the mirror. Marc is panting hard in the reflection. 

A small, cheeky smile stretches across Steven’s lips. He rocks back shallowly, moving his hips in a figure of eight so that he grinds down against the dildo and your lap. 

You hold his side, bucking up ever so slightly. 

Marc’s eyes snap open, meeting Steven’s with a whine. 

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Link Has a Nightmare

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Twilight

Something kicked you.

You woke up in a start, gasping and sitting up at once. It was a harsh kick to the side that could have knocked the wind out of you if it was any harder.

You sat up and rubbed your abused side. Looking around, you tried to find the culprit that woke you up as suddenly and as brutally as they had.

Twilight was curled up beside you. His back was to you and he was shaking.

You hit his shoulder for good measure before thumping back down into your bed roll, putting more space between the two of you so he would be unable to kick you again. It was frustrating. By the looks of it, he was still sleeping. So you’re aware that it wasn’t something he did on purpose.

He kicked like a horse.

Not a fun way to wake up. It was going to bruise. You just knew it.

Grumbling, you tossed the blanket over your head and tried to go back to sleep.

Your eyes felt heavy and you blearily realized that your consciousness was beginning to fade as well. Darkness fell around you. A peaceful void-like cloud descended over you and covered you-

He kicks you again.

You sat up like a whip, turning to your side to face him head-on. You tossed the blanket off of you and moved back over, shaking Twilight in irritation.

He whimpers and it snaps you out of your rage.

You notice that he’s still asleep and that there’s a pained, almost horrified look on his expression. Nightmare, you think to yourself and sigh. You shake him again, gently this time, but it still doesn’t seem to do the trick.

You look around camp for Wolfie, but there doesn’t seem to be sight of the four-legged companion of the group. “The one time you’re not here,” You say under your breath. With a shake of your head, you take it upon yourself to be the help that Wolfie cannot give. “Move over Twilight.”

Turning him on his back, you grab your blanket and drape it over yourself. In turn, you drape yourself over Twilight, taking the place of his blanket for the night. At once his expression changes and you can see him compensate for the added weight by taking deeper breaths. His expression softens and his muscles relax. You shift as carefully as you can, making yourself comfortable on top of him.

With a deep breath, you tuck yourself under his chin and adjust the blanket as needed around both of you. Twilight’s arms come up and wrap around you. His grip is firm but comfortable.

He is very warm.

You put your ear on his chest, listening to his heartbeat and letting the warmth of your body and his combine into one. The heat, the steady drum, and the plushness of the fur and the blanket settle your mind and body. Your eyes get heavy at once.

You both sleep uninterrupted after that.

Time

You awoke to something amiss.

You weren’t sure what it was. You were still covered in the blanket. There was no fire outside of the pit. There was no sound of battle or clashing steel. Everything was quiet. Calm.

You sit up. Rubbing your eyes, you decide to look around.

Something was nagging you in the back of your head. You weren’t sure what it was, but you didn’t like the implications. Unable to shake off the unpleasant feeling, you stand up and begin to look over the boys around the camp.

They were all sound asleep, curled up into their bed rolls. Some were curled up tighter than others but that was beside the point.

Someone gasped.

It was short. The sound spiked your heartrate, instilling a sense of urgency and panic into your already heightened anxiety.

Spinning on your heel, you tried to find the source of the sound.

Time was lying down on his back, arms over his face. Because of that, it was hard to see his expression. You thought he was awake. You knew he had trouble sleeping on most nights.

“Time?” You whispered, not wanting to wake anyone else up. “Link? You ok?”

He didn’t answer and instead shivered something fierce. His breath hitched again and he turned around and curled up into himself. He looked like he was in pain. You doubted he was awake at once and frowned.

“Link?” You bent down next to him and shook his shoulder. “Time? Old Man, wake up.”

He groaned and gasped again. You frown harder. You didn’t like the look of this. Whatever he was dreaming about was doing him no favors. You tried to shake him with a little more fuss whatever had plagued his mind was not letting him go.

“No-!” He groaned and tried to fight you off.

“Stop it,” You begged. You weren’t sure who you were asking but the words slipped past your mouth anyway. Time whined and your heart broke with him.

“It’s ok,” You say instead. You rub soothing circles onto his back. “You’re safe here. We won’t let them hurt you.”

He takes a breath, waking up somewhat. His eyes blink open. You would have thought that he would have been more distraught given whatever nightmare he was trapped in. But he doesn’t open them all the way. Instead, his eyes catch you and he reaches his hand out to you.

Something tight clenches around your heart as you let him take your hand. His grip is brutal and you think there’s a tear in the one eye he’s allowed you to see.

“I’ve got you,” You whispered and settled down next to him. “You’re ok. Everything’s ok.”

Time says your name. It’s faint. It’s a whisper.

“Shh…” You run your hands over his hair, brushing it gently over his scar and behind his ear. “Sleep. I’m here this time. I won’t let them hurt you.”

His eye gets heavy but he listens and falls asleep again.

Warrior

Warrior shot up in a flash. His chest was heaving and his heart was pounding. He had woken up in a cold sweat, his blanket and layers pooling around his hips as he ran his hands through his hair. He pulled, relishing in the pain, in the distraction it provided from the images in his head.

You groaned and rolled over, blearily looking over at him. You sat up as well, looking around the group. Everyone else was still asleep. No one seemed to have heard him.

“Warrior?” You rubbed your eyes. “Captain? You ok?”

He was panting, hand over heart with his eyes shut tight. You struggled to wake up faster to help him. You still felt so tired. You’re entirely sure why you had woken up with him. You’re not the closest one to him. Wind and Sky were between you but they were still dead to the world around them.

Warrior didn’t answer you. You grunted and got up, keeping your blanket slung around your shoulders as you tried to not trip over the other two heroes. You might have kicked Sky in the foot, but he didn’t wake up so you elected to pretend nothing happened.

You dropped heavily next to Warrior and slung part of the blanket around his back.

“Link?” Your voice was groggy from disuse and your tongue was slow. You hoped that calling him by his name would get through to him better than any other thing he’s been called in his life. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No,” He says at once. His own voice isn’t as groggy as yours, but rather it’s haunted and strained. He sounds as if he’s in physical pain and biting the bullet to keep from screaming. “It’s… It’s nothing. It’s nothing. I’ll be alright. Go back to bed.”

You grunt again. You’ve never known him to be a horrible liar. Warrior must be shaken up worse than you thought. You huff and drop your body weight onto his side. The physical contact is enough to shock back into reality for a moment. He goes still and audible gulps. You say nothing and slowly can feel the pull of sleep dragging you under once more.

“...What are you doing?”

You jolt awake again and take a deep breath. “Helping. Shush. Bedtime.”

“That’s not-”

“Shush,” You lean over, putting a finger to his lips. You can feel the light trembling of his body. It’s annoying. How dare this happen?! At this hour?! To Warrior of all people! You scowl and it catches Warrior’s attention. “We’re going back to bed. This is over.”

“But-”

“Shush,” You stress again and push him back down to his bed roll. You instinctively snuggle closer and flop your limbs on top of him. Warrior grunts but doesn’t attempt to push you off.

“Is this allowed-?”

“You’re going to wake up the others,” You lift your hand up and drop it onto his chest, smacking him using only the force of gravity. “No more words. Sleep only. Now hush, the monsters in your head can’t get you here.”

Warrior tenses for a moment and you think you might have overstepped your bounds. Your eyes grow heavy once more, locking you in place without the intention of letting you go anytime soon.

He’s cold from the sweat that had chilled him to the bone. His heartbeat is strong and still a tad panicked. You center yourself on it and take a deep breath. The Hero of Eras is actually quite comfortable if you had to admit it to yourself.

Slowly, his arms come up to wrap around you and keep you close. You can vaguely feel his nose in your hair as he curls around you. Limbs intertwine with one another, like puzzle pieces fitting into place. You shift to make yourself comfortable as well, tucking him into the crook of your neck as your arms come around him.

You struggle to lift the falling blanket back around your bodies as your limbs get heavier and heavier. You can hear Warrior sigh beneath you. His heart rate begins to calm down and you think you can feel his hand in your hair, carding his fingers through it gently.

You pass out in an instant.

You wake up less than three hours later. Someone else was shaking you. You look up as much as you can. Even in his sleep, Warrior continues to have a death grip over you and it makes it difficult to see the offender to your sleep schedule.

Wild hisses softly when he sees you and winces. “...Sorry. I was trying to wake up Warrior for his shift. I didn’t know you were there.”

You say nothing and glare at the champion until he gets the message to leave the two of you alone.

Wild, not getting the message, looks over to see if any of his efforts have woken the captain up. You reach up and bat at his hand. The action was cat-like in nature, but one solid swipe to the back of his hand had Wild backing up and stepping away from Warrior.

To his credit, Warrior continued to soundly sleep through the movement. Exhaustion weighed heavy on him even now and you were certain that he still needed as much as he could get until the sun came up.

“I’ll do it,” You mutter and try to wiggle your way away from Warrior.

No dice.

If anything, despite his unconsciousness, Warrior tightens his grip around you and snuggles close in his sleep.

You huff and look back up at Wild. He’s biting his lip and you’re not sure if it’s a nervous tick that he’s always had, or if he’s trying to keep from laughing at your predicament.

“Not one word,” You grumble and plop back over Warrior, accepting your fate for the remaining hours of the night.

“I’ll wake up the Rancher,” Wild snickers. “He’s usually up before the sunrise anyway.”

“You do that.”

[plutoswritingplanet]

It's A Special Death You Saved (Feyd Rautha x Female!Reader) pt.3

a/n: so i lied about this being the last chapter, there's one more, i know im sorry....... also shout out to my friends, who were unbelievably helpful with the smut part because oh, there's smut here

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content (yuuuh yuuuuuuh), Alcohol, like....a tiny bit of Humiliation.

Summary: The month-long courting comes to an end with a bang! As your engagement party commences, wine flows and darker feelings rise to the surface

Pt. 1, Pt.2 Pt.4 (finale)

In the darkness of the night, he still comes to you in your dreams, knife in hand, body taunt and ready to strike. Every single morning, you awake with a gasp, as visions of your tormentor plague you. In some, he slits your throat, reveling in the way red cascades down your nightgown. Other times, it's a quick and brutal stabbing, your insides twisting as you wake. 

But then, there are those rare nights where you rise from your bed, sweat clinging to your skin, as you fight with the pressure in your stomach, try to rid yourself of the images, before making yourself presentable for breakfast. 

Those dreams, nightmares, are the worst. 

White, elegant fingers, grabbing, pulling, pinching every surface of your exposed skin. Defined arms around you, squeezing your pliant body in an embrace that is as tender and romantic, as a snake suffocating its victim. Deceivingly soft lips, mapping a trail down your front, pulling back to reveal teeth, which make that same trail visible, hurting.

In those dreams, he paints you with black. Taints you, until you're molded into his perverse image, until there's no telling where he ends, and you begin. He makes you into a sculpture, in a way that an artist cuts away pieces of clay, slowly robbing you of all agency, until there's only what he wants to see. And you let him, with a trembling smile on your lips, hands twisted into the stained sheets of your bed. 

Ignoring him has become an art form as well.

Since your faithful tangle at the training barracks, you did everything in your power, to never appear in the same room as him, or at least, never alone. You became a shadow in your own home, a whisper of the person you used to be. Shame is a powerful thing, and you wore it like a wedding veil over your face. Paul would always help you, silently. Never asking outright what had happened between you and the Harkonnen, but somehow always knowing. Your brother, your salvation, breaks your heart everytime he grabs your hand, and leads you away from the predator in the room.

The date of your engagement party has been set a week into the future. The nervous bustling of the court only heightening your already wracked thoughts, as the inevitability of your situation begins to haul you to the ground. 

Your Mother took most of the preparations on her back, directing the servants, the kitchen, the musicians. She picked out a dress for you, some flowing abomination, which hung in your closet, reminding you every morning, that you will have to wear it with a smile. You hoped, there will be wine at the feast, hope that it will be sweet enough to dull your insides. 

As the date of the feast comes closer and closer, you begin to spend more time outside. 

The air is crisp and smells of seawater, and you can't help but inhale fully, every time. You want it seared into your brain, so whenever you're taken away from your home, you can run back to this memory, to the feel of grass under your fingers. 

- You'll catch a cold, if you keep sitting here.

Paul's voice brings you back from your dark thoughts, and you look up, from your spot in the grass. He stands a couple paces back, hands folded behind his back in a manner, that is reminding you of your Father more and more every day. 

- Do you want to join me? - you ask, your lips quirking up into a small smile - Or would you prefer to stand there like a pillar of salt?

Your brother shakes his head, before coming closer and plopping down next to you, his skinny legs stretched out in front of him. The both of you sit in silence for a while, enjoying the breeze ruffling your hair, the smell of ocean and the waves crashing into the cliffs. There are seagulls flying over your heads, and you feel the moisture from the grass seep into your clothing. 

A wistful sigh escapes you, before you can stop it, and you let yourself fall, laying flat on the hill. 

Paul looks down at you, undescribable sadness swimming in his eyes, and an instinct of sister awakes in you, a need to comfort, despite being a wreck yourself. So, you offer him a smile, a tired one, but a smile nonetheless. 

- Do you think we could take the horses for a ride today? - your brother asks with naive hope, his eyes turning to the sea.

- Mother won't allow me to go, she wants me to spend my pondering the proper behavior during the feast - try as you might, you can't hide the bitterness in your voice - Besides, I could fall off and hurt the merchandising. 

Paul's hand finds yours, and he squeezes your fingers tightly. It's hard not to break, in moments like these. When you're forced to remember, you'll most likely never see your family again. 

- If I could do something, anything... - you recognize that feverish note in your brother's voice, it's devoid of reason, impulsive, too much like you.

- But you can't, so you won't.

A frustrated sound escapes his mouth, and he turns back to the sea. You watch him through half-lidded eyes, eyelashes falling heavily on your cheeks. He looks like a Duke, you conclude, and that thought feels strangely comforting. No matter where you'll be shipped off, no matter what life has in store for you in the future, somehow, you know your brother will persevere. 

- Do you remember that time Gurney made us train on the beach? - you ask, a sudden wave of nostalgia washing over you, as the clouds float in the sky above you - Cause of the... The balance. We had to try to balance in the sand.

Paul twists his head towards you, surprised at the turn of the conversation, before cracking a smile. 

- Yes, he slipped on the rocks, nearly broke his backbone - he starts to wave his hands around in a wonderful reenactment of your mentor's fall, before collapsing next to you in the grass.

Your laughter mingles with the sounds of the sea, as the both of you, the future of House Atriedes, share memories, scenes from the life you've lived together. The good and the bad. The horse races through plains and hills of Caladan, the many, many food fights. It's hard to tell, how much time you spend together, laying in the grass, but when you finally fall into silence, the air has become considerably more chilly. A sign, it's time to return to reality, to your duties. 

- You should've been me, and I you - Paul whispers suddenly, and you close your eyes in a pained expression. 

Perhaps it's true. Perhaps Lady Jessica made a mistake, and gave a Daughter where she should've given a Son. Now, it's no longer important. Your roles have been set in place, all you could do, is fulfill them. Somewhere back, in the direction of the Palace you can hear a voice calling your names. A reminder, that the world outside this grassy sanctuary exists, and can't wait any longer. 

You move to stand, Paul gathering himself up closely behind. Your clothes stick to your body, and you're shivering from the cold, but if you could spend just one more moment exactly like that, you would've taken that chance without question. 

An arm snakes around your elbow, and you lean onto your brother's shoulder, as you start to walk back, steps swaying like a pair of drunkards. Then, Paul tugs you closer, you can feel him tense suddenly, as he leans with a sullen expression on his pale face.

- I hate the way he looks at you - he confesses, waves upon waves of righteous Atriedes fury crashing in his voice.

You don't know how to respond to that, so you stay silent, giving his arm a reassuring tug.

That was the last conversation you've had with your brother.

*** While the House Atriedes is characterized by a rather mellow temper, there was one thing they took extremely seriously. And those, unfortunately for you, were engagement rituals. 

So, that's why you sit posed like a porcelain doll in a deep chair, next to your soon-to-be husband, at the foot of a long table, surrounded by music, and dancing, and food. There are ribbons hung from the high ceilings, and flickering lights float around them like little fireflies. You watch, as they dance above you, the ridiculous headdress placed on your hair digs into your skul. Color surrounds you, your own dress flowing like a waterfall, elegant, yet delicate. The pools of fabric gather around your legs, a chiffon monstrosity, that you know, is supposed to make you beautiful. 

And perhaps you would've felt beautiful, if this was any other occasion. A birthday feast, perhaps. Dare you say, and engagement party with someone you actually loved. 

Speaking of which, your betrothed sits beside you, sticking out like a sore thumb. He looks utterly bored, eyes following the celebrating masses, hand playing with a steak knife. Not enough blood for his tastes, you suppose. He's dressed in traditional Harkonnen attire, which you think, doesn't really look that much different from all the other outfits you've seen him in. Black, sleek, efficient. You must be a curious pair, a mass of colorful materials and a black-stone pillar. 

The wine, thankfully, is sweet. It warms your face, and turns your insides into a pleasant mush. You should've eaten more, but then again, it was a celebration of your imprisonment, and if you wanted to get drunk, you would. And you did get drunk. Quickly. 

The dress moves with you, as you slowly slide down the chair, one leg resting up on the seat. A frightfully unbecoming sight, but you can't find it in yourself to care. Another, clumsy drink from your cup, and you sigh deeply, blinking a couple of times to rid yourself of sudden dizziness. 

Your betrothed gives you a look, whether it's of warning or amusement, you're not sure. And you don't care. Your nose scrunches in the general direction of his smooth head, and you take another sip, just to spite him.

- Shut up - you grumble, a slurr entering your words.

- I haven't said a word - he counters, and this time you can see him smile.

- You're thinking, it's annoying.

Feyd Rautha has an unpleasant laugh. 

Sharp and low, and very rough around the edges. It's like listening to an old spaceship try to take off, and you're sure you don't want to hear him laugh ever again. That's it, your goal in this, frankly, fucked up marriage, will be to never make your husband laugh. Although, it's best not to think about it so loudly, he might be a hidden mind reader, and would most likely laugh in your face every day, just to torture you. 

God. You were going to regret every sip come tomorrow morning.

- You're wrapped like a present - Feyd Rautha leans down with a smirk playing on his full lips, and you have to crane your neck to look him straight in the face - Shall I unwrap you here, while your family watches?

Despite the light tone, you shiver under his gaze. Something in the way his body seems relaxed yet tense at the same time tells you, this shameless man would do it in a heartbeat, if you as much as inclined your head. 

- Gross - you groan, hand untangling itself from the amassing of chiffon to push back at his face.

It's the first time, you've touched him out of your own volition, and even in your drunken daze, you note the sudden glint in his eyes. Fingers grab at your wrist, keeping you in place, as he leans further into your touch, turning his head slightly. Wine mixes with sudden embarrassment, as his lips brush against the meat of your palm. Then, black teeth shine and your heart jumps to your throat, as he bites down on your skin, hard enough to make you jump. Tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your thumb, before giving your fingertip a tiny nibble.

You tear your hand away from him, pressing it into your chest with an appalled expression. There are indents just below your thumb in the shape of his teeth, and the confounding feelings you've been trying to stoke for almost a month now, come crashing down upon you.

He looks satisfied with himself, returning back to his seat, and his steak knife. The utensil reflects the flowing lights, and despite yourself you swallow thickly, turning back to your cup, which is quickly becoming empty.

God, it was getting incessantly hot in this cursed dining hall. 

Whether it was the wine, or the sudden wave of knee-bending arousal washing through you, you couldn't tell. (It was both, you were fully aware it was both) And you're uncomfortable, terribly so. You fidget in your seat, almost painfully aware of the heat, which has now spread further down. The fabric of the dress slides against your body, skin becoming far too sensitive, too hungry for touch. You try to relieve some of your torment, legs squeezing and rubbing together. Treacherous tongues of self-awareness rear its ugly heads, and you look up, and...

Of course he noticed. 

Feyd Rautha places his chin in his hand, and he observes you with a knowing look, which turns dark and terrifying as soon as your eyes meet.

- Careful, lest the court starts talking - he warns you, his voice somehow becoming deeper than before, and you take a shuddering breath.

Dagnerous, this is dangerous.

 You're seated far away from your family, from any consolation, and even if they were close enough to intervene, the masses of dancing people, the sound of their laughter... Your heart stops, a snake curling itself around your insides. Truly, if that beast of a man wanted to, he could make do of his threat from earlier, and take you where you sit. Haunted by that thought, both terrifying and arousing, you down the rest of your wine. 

It doesn't taste as good anymore. Hell, it threatens to come back up, until you force it to sit in your stomach. 

Duncan, you need to find Duncan, or you'll do something incredibly stupid. You'll do something incredibly stupid either way, but at least the regret will be less biting. So, pulling yourself up on trembling arms, you shuffle out of your chair, your betrothed's heated gaze following you on your way through the hall. 

People don't even look at you, too enraptured with free food and drinks, and the music, which flows loudly through the air. Good, in any other case, the Duke's Daughter, stumbling drunk through corridors, would certainly lift some eyebrows. Your feet carry you towards the training barracks, a familiar route you've followed many times. Indulging in sex with your Father's most trusted advisor was not the healthiest form of regulating emotions, but you needed something, and God knows, you'd rather die than get it from anyone else. From Him especially.

The choice is made for you, however, as a strong hand wraps itself around your arm, just above your elbow, yanking you backwards, behind a stone column. The world spins in front of your eyes, and for a second you worry the company of wine warming your insides is about to abandon you along with breakfast. 

- Do you truly thought, you could sneak away from me?

Finally, your eyes focus on Fey Rautha's face, almost demonic in the low light of the corridor. Shadows play on his expression, falling heavily over his eyes, and you try to wrench yourself from his grasp.

- What I do is none of your business - you slurr out, wringing your arm every which way, his fingers digging painfully into your flesh - Let go of me.

The Harkonnen presses himself closer to you, trapping your body between the stone and himself. His nose nearly crushes itself into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, taking a disturbing long whiff. You can feel his chest vibrate against your own, as he groans deep within his throat. It sobers you up in record speed, and you start to thrash in his hold. He subdues your outburst, as if he was made for it, before dragging his nose up, towards your hair. You snarl like a wild animal.

- Let me go. 

His body moves on its own accord, tearing itself away from you in an instant, legs tripping over themselves, to put distance between your bodies. He looks up at you, muscles tense and an expression of shock painted across his pale face. 

The ability to use the Voice was something you rarely took part in. Training sessions with your Mother went well, as expected of a woman, but you still had a lot of work ahead of you. You blink forcefully, steadying yourself against the wall behind you. Then, you notice the borderline murderous look on your soon-to-be husband's face.

- Witch - he spits out, baring his blackened teeth at you.

- I am the Daughter of Duke Atriedes - your voice carries a note of righteous pride, despite dread climbing up your spine - And you will treat me with respect, wedded or not.

He straightens himself with petrifying speed, and as he takes a step towards you, actions overtake reflection. Your hand winds back, and you bring a resounding slap across his sharp cheekbone. While your palm blooms with pain, he seems to barely react, closing the distance between the two of you after a tense beat. Before you have a chance to react again, his hands grab at your face, and his lips crash against yours in a punishing kiss.

Teeth clink together and the momentum of the kiss makes your head collide with the stone pillar behind you. He's fingers dig into your cheeks and your jaw, as he devours you completely, bringing down all your defences in one swoop. You kiss him back, almost immediately, opening your mouth to let him in, to meet his tongue halfway. It's almost grotesque, how much you hate and love this at the same time, the buzzing of the wine mixing with the sound of your racing heart, with the sound of his unabashed sounds of pleasure. 

Hands flail at your sides, as you grab all you can take, pulling him even closer by the thick fabric of his tunic. 

His hands however, know exactly what they want, and as he lets go of your face, they both sink down. Fingers hook into the neckline of your dress, and he tears it down, your entire body swaying with the force of his movement. Your breasts are freed for only just a moment, cold air hitting them in a way that would be uncomfortable, if they weren't immediately covered by your betrothed's large palm. He palms at your chest, as if he wants to crush it, and you bite back a whine, which threatens to spill from your abused lips. 

- Don't - he growls a warning, unoccupied hand tangling itself within your hair - Sing.

And you do. As his mouth descends upon your neglected breast, where he alternates between licks and bites that make your back fly off the wall. Once again you don't know what to do with your hands, finding them entirely useless in the Harkonnen's overpowering grasp. One, grabs at his shoulder, undecided on whether to push him off, or pull him in closer. The other one scratches four lines into his skull, as he sucks on the sensitive skin under your ribs. 

Finally, he detaches from you completely, standing straight and regarding you with a look so intensely ravenous, it shakes you to your core. Your exposed chest rises and falls in tandem with your heaving breaths, and you shiver, as cold air hits your skin. His gaze drinks in your dissheveled hair, the way your lips are puffy and red. A beautiful sight for his blackened eyes. 

- I know who you went looking for - he starts, stalking towards you once again - Can't have that, can I?

You debate feigning confusion, outrage at such accusation, which hasn't really been uttered yet. But, as Feyd Rautha stops just short of the bottom hem of your dress, you suddenly find yourself unable to speak. Instead, as a last ditched effort to rid yourself of him, your hand extends, a half-hazard attempt at liberation. He swats it away, as one would a mere fly, before sinking to his knees in front of you. 

- Lift up your dress, Viper - his voice is like thunder in your ears, and you bite your lips at the sight of his eyes, dark and surprisingly eager.

Hands move clumsily in an effort to gather all those translucent layers. You nearly trip over yourself, earning a rather nasty chuckle from below. As soon, as your legs are visible, he dives between the chiffon, his head dissapearing from sight. You can feel his lips, traveling up the expanse of your calf, giving a light bite under your knee. 

Anticipation siezes your gut, and you grab onto the wall, as if that would save you. His hands grab your leg, skin incredibly warm to the touch for someone who looks so cold, and then, with forceful tugs, he starts to manouver you. 

You let out an unbecoming squeak, as he yanks your leg over his shoulder. Strong hands keep you in place, and he reaches out around the upper part of your thigh to all but tear your undergarments off of your core. The force of this action makes you jump in place on your one available leg, just to hold your balance, and for a second you consider swatting at him. 

That thought leaves you almost immediately after it appears, as an onslaugh of kitten licks unleashes downward. A vague, head like shape moves under your dress, the chiffon floating from place to place like a hypnotizing river. The wine must've heightened your senses to an alarming degree, because as soon as Feyd Rautha begins his ministrations, you're a mess. 

It's honestly humiliating, the way you fight for any purchase on the wall behind you, as he begins to lick in earnes, parting your legs further with one hand, while the other wraps securely around your used leg. While there, he cops a feel of your behind, fingers biting into the soft flesh, and you lock your lower lip between your teeth so hard, you can taste blood on your tongue.

As if he's developed some new telepathic talents, his hand leaves your ass, in favor of winding up, and slapping it harshly. The action makes your jump in place once again, a sound stuck between outrage and glee fleeing your throat, before you have the chance to stop it. Right, "sing", you remind yourself, and immediately feel him change his tactics. 

Your bundle of nerves opens new possibilities of torment, and as his lips close around the bud, you can't help the whine, escaping through your lips. The music is loud, you remind yourself. They won't hear, no one will hear. His hand pushes your dangling leg further up your shoulder, and your back arches from the stone. You will be sore as all hell after this is done, but for now, it doesn't matter. Nothing really matters, except the way your betrothed eats you out, like a man who's been starved for decades.

- Oh shit - you curse, hands flailing uselessly - Oh fuck!

All of a sudden, everything stops, and your building peak subsides into a dissatisfactory simmer. Feyd Rautha's head emerges from under the fabric, a terrible, shit-eating grin on his wet lips.

- Such language? - he teases, tongue darting out to lap at your arousal - So unbecoming of a-...

- Fucking don't stop! - there's panic in your movements, as you grab the back of his head, and shove him right under your dress again.

The laughter should be unsettling for you, but he returns to his post with twice as much motivation, and however more strength, and before you know it, your orgasm sneaks upon you. A sudden tightness in your core is all the warning you get, before the coil snaps, and your entire body starts to spasm in pleasure. 

It's good. Incredibly so. You'd risk saying it's the most intense you've ever came, but never out loud, never to him. That shameful secret was between you and whatever God that was listening. Stars erupt behind your eyelids, your breathing stopping for just a moment. 

And then you go deliciously limp, legs giving out completely. 

To his credit, the Harkonnen catches you before you hit the floor, the arm curling around your leg proving to be an unmeasurable support. His head emerges from under the dress once again, and he lets you slide down the wall, until you're seated. He sways on the balls of his feet, still towering you, even as he crouches. 

You swallow, throat slightly raw from all the noise you've done moments ago, and he follows the movements of your neck muscles with greedy eyes. Still greedy, after taking so much. Truly, he was a Harkonnen. And before you can stop yourself, a thought materializes in your brain, a treacherous little information, which would shake you to the core, if your muscles weren't currently made of taffy.

He blushes pink. Your betrothed blushes pink, from the exercise of making you cum on his tongue alone. God, what a precious sight.

He must've noticed the serene smile playing upon your lips, and his nature to ruin comes to light. His hand reaches back, and you freeze in your spot, as you recognize that damned golden steak knife. The blade shines in the dimly lit corridor, making your breathing faster, questions swimming behind your eyes. You don't really want to fight him in this state, but you fucking will, if he tries anything. 

- An engagement present, for you, Viper. - he rasps, licking his reddened lips in an obscene display, which doesn't repulse you quite as much as it should. 

- I have nothing to give in return - your voice is stern, and your betrothed flashes you an evil grin.

Then, he presents you the tip of the knife, golden utensil hanging between his slender fingers, and you look up at him, not understanding what is expected of you. Placing one knee on the floor, Feyd Rautha lowers himself to your eye level, for the hundredth of times surprising you with the sheer grace in his movements. 

- Kiss - he whispers, into the space between the both of you.

Your eyes fall to the knife, then, to him and you take a long, deep breath. Pride, your biggest flaw, takes a deadly hit, as the man twists the knife in his fingers, looking at you expectedly. You hate him, truly and deeply, and it must be showing on your face, because he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth, as soon as your eyes meet. 

Swallowing your pride, you keep his gaze, leaning towards the blade. Your lips press delicately against the cool metal and the Harkonnen flashes you a nasty, self-satisfied smirk, before slipping the knife up his sleeve and standing up. 

- I'll see you back at the feast - he gives you a small bow, and you press your lips tightly together.

- Fuck you.

- After the wedding, my Viper.

And with that, he turns around.

 You're left there, on the floor, your dignity in shambles, the exertion catching up to you all at once, as if his presence alone was the only thing keeping you from feeling pain. A stupid thought, you chastize yourself, before slowly pulling yourself from the cold tiles. 

It takes you a couple of shameful minutes, trying to put yourself back together again. The ridiculous headdress, which has slipped all the way down from your hair, will probably never look the same, as when your Mother has styled it, but you can't find it in yourself to care. 

The music still plays, as you enter the hall, and thankfully, no one notices your arrival. No one but your betrothed, who raises his drinking cup in your direction, as if nothing had happened. His face is annoying, you conclude, and turn away, your aching legs taking you towards the center of the room, where people danced and sang in celebration of your engagement. What a lovely sight, what a lovely couple. Opposites attract, right?

Bitter, aching and humiliated, you throw yourself into the crowd, let it sway you from place to place, as you dance away this whole wretched week. The whole month-long courting rituals, which were just a bullshit attempt at torture. 

It's said, that when Death comes to take your soul, you're allowed one more dance before the eternal void. 

So you dance. 

[raysrays]

Hashira boyfriends in Squid Games with You

A/n: I’m sorry this is so random and I’m sure someone’s already done this idea but I just finished season two and I’ve had horrible writers block. Please ignore any grammar or typos.

Hashira men find you stuck in the games with them.

Gyomei Himegima:

* Gyomei agreed to participate in the games. Despite being blind, he successfully got through Red Light, Green Light using his heightened senses and incredible mental stability.

* The games penalties greatly upset Gyomei, he could bare to let you or anyone else get hurt just for something like money.

* He holds your hand most if not all the time. He can’t see, so it reassures him to have you close.

* Voting to leave (X): Gyomei would never want to stay in the games, especially after hearing the screams of those eliminated in the first round.

* He is deeply concerned for your safety. As his lover, you’re his top priority, and he would protect you with unwavering dedication. He is also worried about the others, as he doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt either.

* During nights or just calm moments after the games, he enjoys braiding and playing with your hair, it just gives him something to do and takes his mind off everything.

* Gyomei’s kind and nurturing nature makes him open to alliances. He would be okay with you both befriending other players and he would act as their protector, his sheer size and presence offering a sense of security.

* During the second round of the mini games, Gyomei would effortlessly complete Flying Stone, he’d succeed on the first try thanks to his precision and strength.

* He prays for you both and often meditates with you to keep a level head.

* During the game mingle he would stick to you like glue using his size as an advantage to make sure you both stay together the whole time no matter what number of people was chosen.

* No one dares to mess with you or even approach you recklessly, knowing your boyfriend is a towering, intimidating figure. While gentle at heart, his imposing demeanor keeps trouble at bay.

* Gyomei would undoubtedly join an alliance focused on taking down the creators of the games, determined to put an end to the suffering and injustice. As much as he hates bloodshed, he thinks of you and how unsafe it is for you both to be stuck in there.

“Try not to worry so much my dear, we will be out soon.”

Sanemi Shinzazugawa:

* Once the first game of red light, green light started, he would immediately lock in and make sure you stayed behind him at all times.

* Sanemi would be furious and defiant upon realizing the deadly stakes of the games. He’d see it as a messed up joke at first but quickly adapt, relying on his survival instincts. He’d remain sharp eyed and alert, constantly scanning for threats and potential alliances, though his trust in others would be non-existent.

* Voting to stay (O): Though he was shocked at first, he knows the both of need the money, and he’s so confident in his own abilities he believes he could easily win all while keeping you safe.

* Sanemi’s aggressive and no-nonsense attitude would make him a formidable player. He’d Approach each game with calculated brutality, ensuring the both of you survive.

* Even though the other players refer to him as a “hot head” or “cocky bastard” you know the real sanemi. You can tell deep down he’s scared too.

* During the second round of mini games he had chosen to take on the role of Ddakji, it took him a couple tries because he was so tense but eventually he got it without wasting too much time.

* He would gladly Intimidate competitors who posed a threat, his aura alone warding off most challengers. He isn’t afraid to engage in physical confrontation if necessary, especially if anyone tried to harm you.

* He gives you almost all his food insisting you need to eat more.

* When it comes to you Sanemi’s protective instincts would kick into overdrive. He would protect you from any form of physical harm, even at the risk of his own life.

* If anyone even looks at you in a way he doesn’t like he’s got hands on you immediately not just in a possessive manor, but in a protective one.

* He would make sure to share strategies, ensure you conserved your strength, and keep your spirits up in quieter moments.

* during the game “mingle” Sanemi would keep you close and if for some reason you got separated he would be a wreck until he got his eyes on you again.

* In situations requiring teamwork, Sanemi would rely only on himself and you. He’d distrust alliances, expecting betrayal, but might reluctantly cooperate if the games forced it.

* Sanemi’s temper and blunt demeanor might cause friction, but you would likely be his rock, grounding him in moments of despair or frustration. The chaos of the games might bring out his more vulnerable side, revealing how deeply he cares for his you and how far he’d go to protect you.

“Shut up and stop trying to act tough. I’m not losing you in here, got it?”

Giyu Tomioka:

* During the first game of Red light, green light Giyu would handle this game with calm precision. He’d keep a close eye on you, subtly guiding you with hand signals or quiet encouragement to make sure you both survive.

* Giyu’s initial reaction to the stakes of the games would likely be stoic and measured. He wouldn’t waste time panicking, instead focusing on understanding the rules. His natural wariness would make him suspicious of the organizers and other players, but he’d keep his thoughts to himself, silently observing everyone’s behavior.

* Voting to leave (X): Giyu’s decision during the vote would be to go home, he needed money but not at the risk of losing his life and especially with you here as well. In his mind nothing matters more than you.

* Giyu’s calm and logical demeanor would be his greatest asset. He’d Focus on surviving the games with as little conflict as possible, using his intelligence and foresight to navigate challenges.

* while keeping up this stoic facade he’d take comfort in your small quiet moments. Wether it’s just laying in each others arms for the night or a slight touch as you pass one another on the way to the game hall.

* He’d Avoid drawing attention to himself or to you, preferring that you both try blending into the background and observing the competition.

* He often takes your hand rubbing it in his, you think it’s to calm you down but truthfully it’s to calm himself.

* When the second round of mini games starts Giyu would choose to play gongi he recalls his sister playing it with him when he was younger and he did extremely well.

* Giyu’s devotion to you would shine through in quiet but impactful ways: He’d protect you from emotional and physical stress, ensuring you were prepared for each game and providing reassurance when the tensions grew.

* In physical challenges, he’d act as your personal shield, taking risks to ensure your survival. He’d subtly guide you through the games requiring strategy, using his analytical mind to predict outcomes and plan their moves together.

* in the game “mingle” Giyu and you both trust each other enough to let one another get split up, confident in the other’s ability to group up and stay alive.

* Giyu would also keep a close eye on potential threats, ready to intervene if anyone targeted you or him. While he wouldn’t seek out confrontation, his quiet intensity would be enough to deter most aggressors.

* Though Giyu rarely expresses his emotions openly, the stress of the games and the danger to you would weigh heavily on him. His love for you would serve as both a source of strength and vulnerability, pushing him to make sacrifices he might not otherwise consider. He’d likely blame himself for any close calls or mistakes, but your presence would help him stay grounded.

“Stay vigilant, and be careful who you trust. We have each other, we really don’t need anyone else.”

Iguro Obanai:

* During the first game Obanai’s precise movements and calm demeanor would make this game relatively straightforward for him. He would carefully time his movements, advancing only when the doll’s voice and head movements were predictable. He’d ensure you moved at the same speed as him, keeping you calm and signaling when it was safe to advance. If you struggled, he’d guide you verbally or physically.

* Obanai would likely remain composed but tense, his mistrustful nature making him hyper vigilant. He’d quickly assess the situation, recognizing the seriousness of the games. His immediate focus would be on ensuring your safety while trying to find weaknesses in other players and the game’s structure.

* Against your wishes he’s already sorting out the weak from the strong.

* Voting to stay (O): Like Sanemi, Obanai recalls he’s here for a reason, and that reason is to win money and get out of debt, and he’s confident he can get you both to the end alive.

* Obanai’s sharp intellect, agility, and stealth would make him an great player. He’d approach each game with precision, treating it as a battlefield where strategy and timing were key.

* He insists you sleep in the same bed, he can’t sleep unless you are there with him.

* In the mini games he’d choose to do Gongi, The gongi game’s reliance on timing would be a strong suit for Obanai. He’d use his quick reflexes to scoop and catch the pieces efficiently, keeping control.

* during your chosen mini game he’d keep encouraging you softly, giving subtle touches on your back and shoulder just to let you know he’s there with you.

* He’d keep a low profile, avoiding unnecessary attention and conflicts while carefully observing other players for potential threats.

* He has a sharp tongue, it’s just his nature. Whenever he hears other players say something he finds stupid he can’t help but make a sarcastic remark almost landing him in many fights until you swoop in and break it up.

* His snake companion, Kaburamaru, could provide subtle advantages, like scouting or detecting traps, depending on the game.

* during the game “mingle” He’d struggle to pair with others but would rely on you to help navigate social dynamics. He’d observe players carefully, seeking out those who seemed trustworthy or capable, though he’d approach alliances cautiously.

* Obanai’s devotion to you would drive all his decisions. He’d stay physically close to you during games, positioning himself between you and danger and offer quiet advice or encouragement, helping you remain calm and focused.

* His mistrust of others would mean he’d avoid alliances unless absolutely necessary. Even then, he’d be wary, ensuring that no one could exploit or harm you.

* The games would take a toll on Obanai emotionally. His deep love for you, combined with the high stakes, would amplify his anxiety. He’d likely internalize his fears, appearing stoic outwardly while silently carrying the weight of your survival.

“Stay close to me and don’t go wondering off, we don’t know these people. We can’t trust them.”

Tengen Uzui:

* During the first game, Tengen’s exceptional reflexes would make this game almost effortless for him. He’d move confidently even using the opportunity to scout potential threats among the players. He’d keep you close, making sure you are always behind him and offering encouragement or assistance if you started to feel afraid or discouraged.

* Lays with you in bed and runs his fingers through your hair to calm you down.

* Tengen would unfortunately view the chaos of the games as a flashy spectacle, He’d immediately assess the situation with his usual composure, quickly figuring out strategies to navigate the games.

* While outwardly flamboyant and seemingly unbothered, Tengen would be hyper-focused on analyzing the games and players, ensuring you both stayed ahead.

* He’d hide any fear or anxiety to keep you calm, using his charisma and humor to ease the tension.

* Voting to stay (O): Tengen is a flashy man, and he definitely has the over confidence to think he’s taking all that money home with you both no issue. He insures you he will protect you and that You both are making it out alive.

* When choosing a mini game Tengen goes for spinning top, he thinks it’s simple, and he truthfully just thought the top looked the “most flashy” in his opinion.

* Tengen’s combination of physical strength, strategic thinking, and charm would make him one of the strongest players. His ability to adapt to any situation and use his theatrical personality to manipulate others would set him apart.

* During mingle Tengen’s got a constant hold on you, he would tear people out of a room if it meant keeping you both safe.

* Tengen would ensure your survival above all else, using his strength, speed, and charm to shield you both from danger. His confidence and playful demeanor would help you stay calm and focused, even in the direst situations.

“Don’t cry Angel, I’m a god remember? I’ll keep you safe.”

Kyojuro Rengoku:

* During the first game, Kyojuro’s sharp reflexes and discipline would make this game pretty easy. He’d move confidently, never doubting his ability to stop in time.

* His hand is not leaving your wrist. You will be next to him for this game and all the others.

* Kyojuro is a lover before he’s anything, his whole reason for being here was to make up for all his debt so he could care for you.

* He would genuinely be shocked and angered by the brutality of the games, he’s kind hearted and this all feels so unfair. He’d keep his head up and try to encourage others and protect you at all costs.

* Voting to leave (X): Kyojuro is getting you both out of there. Watching other people die playing games for money is messed up, but you being in there is too much for him.

* Out of the mini games he’s pick Ddakji. Kyojuro’s physical strength and precision would give him an edge. He’d approach the game with enthusiasm, treating it like a test of his skill.

* During Mingle you can forget about splitting up. As stated before he’s always got a hand on you.

* He’d form alliances with trustworthy players, ensuring the both of you were part of a strong group. He’d use his persuasive nature to protect you from being left out or targeted.

* Kyojuro’s combination of physical strength, strategic thinking, and unshakable optimism would make him one of the strongest participants in the games. He’s genuinely kind and would definitely earn allies, while his determination and strength would keep you both safe.

“Stay calm little flame, we are going to be okay. Stay behind me, I’m going to keep you safe.”

[youremyheaven]

Jupiter Dominant Women & Daddy Issues

TW: mentions of rape, abuse, suicide etc

Over the years of my studies, I have noticed that its Jupiter dominant women who tend to have daddy issues more than any other planetary dominance. Solar women (Uttarashada, Uttaraphalguni & Krittika) tend to benefit from positive male influence in their early life, so they have healthy Yang qualities (they're driven, self-motivated, critical thinking) whereas women who haven't had a healthy male influence in their early lives, either develop a heightened but fragile femininity (understood in a very traditional way, this means being passive and excessively reliant on others to get by, I know this is misogynistic but i am talking strictly about a traditional notion of femininity) or they cultivate inner masculinity.

Jupiter is a masculine planet and across the naks of Punarvasu, Vishaka and Purvabhadrapada, women tend to have a very unguarded, open, almost masculine presence. I mean this in terms of what they talk about or how self-assured they seem, traditionally women were expected to be more withdrawn or to talk little. I don't mean to say Jupiterian women are brash or aggressive, they're very poised, and elegant and put across their point eloquently. They're 9/10 times very well-spoken. When one lacks the security of a male figure early in life, one tends to cultivate inner masculinity because it's understood that you cannot rely on any man.

Caroline Polachek, Punarvasu Moon, has spoken about her difficult relationship with her father on numerous occasions. Here's a link to a post where she talks about it. Her lack of a father figure in her own words caused her to be "self-sufficient". Notice how in the post, she speaks about making amends with him later in life and even ended the post with "love you dad". This is the kind of generosity that you don't see from most other nakshatra types. To forgive someone who was never there for you/abused you/hurt you/caused you immense pain, requires a great deal of strength and maturity and not everybody has it. Punarvasu's innate nature is to absorb everything into its orbit and always be the bigger person. Due to the vast, abundant nature of Jupiter, they are ABLE to, accept these people for all their contradictions and see them as flawed, which makes it easier to forgive them. Most people let their traumas define their identity (im not saying traumas don't shape you, only about the kind of perception most people have about their own traumas) and spend their whole lives blaming others for who they've become or what they've done to them. To live a peaceful life, one has to take the high road, look beyond everything and see it as a part of life. It sounds very callous when I say it like that but that's what I mean. Not everyone is capable of being the bigger person or taking the high road.

Jupiter is the guru or teacher and how would one describe an ideal teacher? Someone who forgives the mistakes of their students as having risen out of immaturity and forgives them for not knowing better or being better. A teacher is forced to operate on a higher moral plane than others simply because chaos would descend if the teacher came down to the level of others. They are figures of wisdom, knowledge and higher learning, therefore their behaviour has to reflect the same. Jupiter natives are harshly punished for behaving in ways that are not fit for a "guru" because subconsciously society/those around them subject them to a different standard. Others can do the same exact thing and not suffer any consequences but when a Jupiter native behaves that way, they're ostracized. People kind of expect them to have it all together or be better. Any lapse on their part is judged harshly.

One of the biggest mysteries is how Jupiter natives emerge from often brutally abusive and neglectful childhoods into relatively well-adjusted adults. In the case of famous parent-child situations, there is public proof of their wrongdoing but in numerous other instances many do not believe Jupiter natives to have suffered the way they have or to the extent they have simply because on the outside they seem to have it all/seem so put together. This is yet another manifestation of Jupiter's duality and this not being believed/seen for who they are/how they've lived can be a source of pain/grief for some of these natives whilst others like to pretend it never happened and present a very positive view of their life. They don't hold grudges and often simply overlook the horrible nature of their loved ones, especially their parents and try to make amends with them.

Drew Barrymore, Punarvasu Moon, comes from a very famous family of actors but her father John Barrymore was a violent alcoholic and a drug addict who abandoned her & her mother when she was a child. She did not have any relationship with him and seldom spoke to him until he was diagnosed with cancer. She took care of him and even paid his medical bills until he passed away in 2004. Here's an IG post where she talks about her dad. It's so touching to see the compassion with which Punarvasu natives talk about people who've hurt them so much (in her memoir, Drew recalls how one time her father picked her up as a three-year-old and threw her against the wall). Truly, I don't see this level of kindness in any other nakshatra if I'm being honest. This is a photograph of her with Steven Spielberg who directed her in E.T when she was 7 years old, he's kind of a godfather figure to her and she apparently asked him to be her dad when she was a kid 🥺🥺

I also think Jupiter natives have a complicated relationship with their mothers as well, sometimes they're extremely close but other times, I think Jupiter natives feel the need to be their mother's saviour because they know how much she's gone through in her life. This manifests itself in a very complicated relationship. There is love but there is also a lot of bitterness.

Drew Barrymore has a very complicated relationship with her mother, who used to date the men Drew dated, pushed her into acting and exploited her as a child and admitted her to a psych ward when she was 12 among other things. Drew still takes care of her financially and has mentioned that her mother has even tried to steal money from her.

Charlotte Gainsbourg, Punarvasu Moon is the daughter of Serge Gainsbourg and Jane Birkin. Her parents separated when she was a child and she lived with her father. In 1984, she did a duet with her father and starred in the music video for a song called Lemon Incest which describes an incestuous relationship between father & daughter. She was 12 years old at the time.

The music video is creepy, to say the least and features both of them half-naked in bed together. In 1986 when she was 14, she starred with her father in a movie called Charlotte For Ever which is about an alcoholic man whose only link to life is his daughter (Serge was an alcoholic). She has spoken about how difficult the filming experience was for her as he would push her to her extremes.

Here's a very uncomfortable clip of him kissing her on the mouth when she wins a Cesar. She is 16 years old.

Jane Birkin commented on the song saying "It never came as a shock or a surprise or even a worry [to her], knowing Serge's great love for Charlotte". Many believe that Birkin enabled Serge's abuse of their daughter since she left him due to his alcoholism and violence but left Charlotte in his care. She has also stated that her mother would always dress her up as a little boy when she was a child and that this complicated her relationship with her femininity.

Charlotte has only ever said good things about both her parents and denied any abuse.

She's also starred in multiple films directed by Lars Von Trier where she plays gruesome sexually depraved characters and Lars is well known for being difficult to work with. She has said that she sought fatherly approval from him ._. and again has only said good things about him.

Kali Uchis, Punarvasu Sun, Vishaka Moon & Rising has spoken about being abused as a child and that she no longer maintains contact with her family. She was kicked out of the house when she was 17 and slept in her car and worked at a supermarket for years to support herself.

Halsey, Punarvasu Moon. She grew up poor and has spoken about her difficult childhood, both she & her mother suffer from bipolar disorder and in her song Whispers she sings “Why do you need love so badly?/ Bet it's bеcause of her daddy." In the Armchair Expert podcast, she said that she has both "mommy and daddy issues".

Mariah Carey, Punarvasu Moon, has published a very revealing memoir about her life where she chronicles the abuse she experienced from her family. She had a moderately good relationship with her dad but was estranged from him as an adult. Her mother however continually exploited her for money.

Miley Cyrus, Vishaka Moon has a complicated relationship with both her parents. Currently, she's not on speaking terms with her father after he married a woman around Miley's age.

Beyonce, Vishaka Moon has been performing since she was a child and was in a girl group Destiny's Child which was managed by her father. She dropped him as her manager in 2011 and in the same year, his divorce from her mother was also finalized. He had apparently fathered a love child with another woman in 2009 and this was the reason for their divorce. Some speculate that they are now estranged but in typical Jupiter fashion, she has never bad-mouthed him in public. Jupiter natives do not air their dirty laundry in public ever. Their grace and dignity even in the face of extreme humiliation/shame/pressure is commendable.

Jennie, Vishaka Moon is very close to her mother but she's never mentioned her father in the 8 years since her debut. In the Blackpink documentary, she said that growing up it was just her and her mom. In this interview she spoke about living with her mother and how she never got a chance to spend much time at home as she was sent to boarding school at 8 years old. She remarks that she and her mom are like sisters but she's never said anything about her relationship with her dad, ever. I am not going to assume that they have a bad relationship but I thought it would be interesting to mention.

Demi Moore, Vishaka Sun

Moore was born to a 19-year-old mother and her biological father left before she was born. The actress' mom remarried a man who worsened her problems with alcohol, which led to violence and instability. The family moved many times throughout Moore's childhood and when she was 17, her stepfather committed suicide. In the early '80s, she embarked on her acting career and helped her mother stay in rehab throughout the years. In 1997, her mother was diagnosed with brain cancer and she reunited with her in the final months before her death.

Lily Collins, Purvabhadrapada Sun

Lily had a strained relationship with her dad growing up“Because my dad was often gone, I never wanted to do anything that would make him stay away even longer,” she wrote. “I became extra careful about what I said and how I said it, afraid he'd think I was angry or didn't love him"

She penned an open letter that said: "I forgive you for not being the dad I expected. But it's not too late”.

Alia Bhatt, Purvabhadrapada Sun has said that growing up she saw very little of her filmmaker father Mahesh Bhatt who is known in the media for being a very problematic figure. He once posed for a magazine cover in the 90s with his daughter Pooja Bhatt where they're kissing on the lips (Pooja is Alia's half-sister) and said that he would have married her if she weren't his daughter 🤮🤮Mahesh is known for being a very temperamental man (you'll be hard pressed to find a video of him not screaming) and it's quite well known that he and Alia's mother had a pretty rocky marriage that her mother could not leave as she was financially dependent on him. Her sister, Shaheen Bhatt has talked about struggling with depression and suicidal tendencies since she was a child.

Rekha, Purvabhadrapada Moon is the illegitimate child of actors Gemini Ganesan and Pushpavalli. Her father was already married to another woman when she was born. He refused to accept the paternity of Rekha and her sister Radha and she grew up in the same city that her father and his "legitimate" family lived in and attended the same school as her half-siblings where she occasionally saw glimpses of him dropping his other kids to school. She has stated that growing up she was called a "bastard" and that the only male figure in her life was "God". She made her debut as an actress when she was 13 against her wishes because her family had fallen on bad times and she had to work to support her 6 siblings and ill mother.

This interview of hers offers a glimpse into her early life. Regardless of what she's been through, Rekha has always been stoic and conducted herself with immense grace and dignity even when she received an award from her father who was never a part of her life. She said this in response:

“Why should I grieve for him when he’s so much part of me? Why should I grieve when I’m so grateful for his genes, his teachings, his rich life and his sheer existence? Grieve for what??!! I’m happy I didn’t have to share unpleasant moments with him. He existed for me in my imagination. And that’s so much more beautiful than reality. Everything I love is unqualified by worldly time constraints. I’m just a small link in the larger scheme of things. I’m not the first one to go through death, nor am I the first one to receive an award. I’m enjoying everything that comes my way…good bad or ugly. I try to make good use of what life’s experiences offer. I think I’ve done a good job of my life, whatever others may think.” 

The Jupiterean ability to always look at the bright side and forgive people who don't deserve your forgiveness is heart-breaking but enlightening at the same time.

Rita Hayworth, Purvabhadrapada Moon confided in her husband Orson Welles that she was sexually abused by her father as a child and had been repeatedly raped by him.

Elexus Jionde aka Intelexual Media, Punarvasu Moon has mentioned that she's estranged from her father.

Arnold Schwarzenegger, Punarvasu Rising & stellium has spoken about being emotionally and physically abused by his parents especially his father who would beat him up. They also abused him because they thought he was gay due to his preoccupation with the male physique (he wanted to be a bodybuilder and would later become Mr World).

Keanu Reeves, Punarvasu Moon has been estranged from his father for the majority of his life. Charles Reeves abandoned the family when Keanu was 3 yrs old.

Kaia Gerber, Purvabhadrapada Moon has like most other Jupiter natives kept a low profile and seldom spoken about her personal life and has only ever said nice things about her parents. Her father Rande Gerber has been accused of sexual harassment by multiple women and there have been blind items about Cindy putting Kaia on a calorie deficit diet since she was a child to prepare her for a modelling career (this is awfully common among celebrities so I don't even think this is a stretch). When Kaia was 7 years old, her parents were threatened with a picture of her, barely clothed being gagged and bound. It was said that the picture was taken by a female babysitter during a game of cops and robbers because she wanted to prank the Gerbers by pretending to kidnap Kaia (sincerely, wtf) but there have been conspiracy theories that perhaps Kaia was abused by her parents and this picture was leaked from their collection. Anyway the matter has been settled and it feels wrong for me to speculate too much but I thought I'd mention it anyway.

Asia Argento, Purvabhadrapa Moon, is the daughter of filmmaker Dario Argento and has said that she never saw her father as a child and had no kind of relationship with him until she started acting in his movies when she was 16. She said "I never acted out of ambition; I acted to gain my father's attention. It took a long time for him to notice me. … And he only became my father when he was my director."

Her characters in his movies were undressed, raped and generally psychologically traumatised on screen. She once said:

"But I always had this feeling of never being a part of anything, not even of my family. My parents forgot about me. I did everything I could to get their attention."

Chyler Leigh, Vishaka Moon. Her parents divorced when she was 12, following which she was estranged from her father for many years. Her mother moved her to LA when she was a teenager so that she could pursue an acting career. At 15 years old she starred in a movie called Kickboxing Academy as her biological brother's love interest (he was 19). She is said to have been manipulated into doing so by her mother. She has said in a recent interview that she's been estranged from her mother for over 20 years and that like her mother, she too suffers from bipolar disorder. She said, "Because I was put in a position to support my mother, I didn't get the opportunity to speak about my own feelings when I was in my teens." She moved out of her mother's house to live with her then-boyfriend and now husband Nathan West.

Han So Hee, Vishaka Sun was in the news when her mother using her name to borrow bank loans and her debt became public news. Its very rare to hear about the private life of a celebrity in Korea but Sohee came forward to clear things and said her parents divorced when she was 5 following which she was raised by her maternal grandmother with whom she lived until she was in highschool. She's estranged from both her parents and only realized that her mother had been in debt after she turned 18. She found out that her mother had been borrowing money under her name illegally ever since she was a minor. She paid off this debt and apologized to everybody concerned.

IU, Purvabhadrapada Moon grew up in poverty. Her family fell into debt and she was raised by her grandmother who could barely take care of her and her brother. She saw little of her parents growing up. Its unclear how close they are now.

I realize just how many of them are nepo babies lol but I'm kinda glad because it means so much of their life is on public record. Its really unfortunate to see that so many of these natives had absent fathers or fathers who were present in their lives and very abusive.

[heliosunny]

OK so I know this isn't your cup of tea usually

But imagine you and Atsushi are out on a mission, and something goes wrong. You get hurt and unable to walk, and he gets drugged with something that messes up his senses and makes it impossible to distinguish between a friend or foe.

He's freaking out and a bit delirious because his mate is hurt in enemy territory and all of his senses are messed up. So he drags you off to a side room and places himself between you and the door and tries to kill anyone who comes in.

Dazai’s on the other side of the country right now, and it's gonna be hours until he can come by and try to defuse the situation. So you're just gonna have to wait the drugs out with Atsushi . Which would be a lot easier to do if he stops trying to lick your wounds.

So you knew but you requested anyway huh. How bold.

Atsushi x Reader

You and Atsushi had done this kind of thing before: Retrieve the stolen files, eliminate any threats, and rendezvous at the extraction point. Nothing you two couldn’t handle. The two of you worked well together. Even when the battlefield was drenched in chaos, Atsushi was a force of nature, and you were the strategist, balancing his strength with careful precision.

At least, that was the plan.

The night had started smoothly enough. The two of you infiltrated the enemy compound under the cover of darkness, the mission unfolding like a well-rehearsed script. Atsushi moved ahead, his heightened senses scanning the halls while you worked on disabling the security systems.

"We’re clear so far" he murmured through the earpiece, voice smooth and reassuring. "No guards. Feels... off."

You shared his unease but pushed forward. The stolen files were stored deep within the facility, and the sooner you grabbed them, the sooner you could leave.

But then, everything went wrong.

The ambush was swift and brutal. A tripwire you hadn’t noticed triggered an explosion, sending shrapnel slicing through the air. Pain erupted in your leg, and you barely had time to register the injury before gas flooded the hallway.

Atsushi choked beside you, dropping to his knees. His hands clawed at his head, pupils blown wide as he gasped for breath. You reached for him, but your fingers barely grazed his shoulder before he let out a low, feral growl.

"Atsushi?" Your voice wavered.

His body trembled violently, his claws digging into the floor. Whatever was in that gas, it was messing with his senses.

You had no time to think. Footsteps pounded toward you, enemies closing in. Despite the agony in your leg, you grabbed Atsushi’s arm, forcing him to move. He let you, at first. But his grip on your wrist was like iron, his body hyper-alert, as if he couldn't tell whether you were his ally or another threat.

You stumbled into a side room, barely managing to shove the door shut before he turned on you.

His breathing was ragged, his entire frame wound tight like a spring ready to snap. His ears twitched, tail lashing behind him. His eyes, usually so kind, were clouded with something dangerous.

"You're hurt...." he whispered. His voice shook. "They hurt you."

"I’m fine." you lied, pressing a hand to your bleeding leg. "We just need to wait this out. Dazai will—"

"No." His head snapped up, expression twisting. "Dazai’s not here. No one’s here. Just us. And them."

He turned toward the door, shoulders rising and falling with every sharp breath. His claws extended, a low growl rumbling from his chest.

Atsushi had always been protective, but this- this was different. The drugs had scrambled his mind, made him hyperfixate on the fact that you were injured, vulnerable. That he had to protect you.

And that meant eliminating anything or anyone that got too close.

A voice from outside called out. "Hey, we’re here to help!"

Atsushi’s body coiled like a spring, ready to pounce. But something was off. The voice... it was familiar. One of your colleagues. Relief flooded through you, until Atsushi lunged.

The door slammed open as he tackled the person outside, claws flashing. A strangled yelp—then silence. Atsushi panted above the unmoving body, eyes glazed with something wild.

He stepped back inside, locking the door with a trembling hand. "Fake!" he spat. "They were lying. Trying to take you from me."

Your breath hitched. That was a real colleague. One who had come to help. And Atsushi... You didn’t get to process it before he turned back to you, golden eyes locking onto the deep gash in your leg. His pupils dilated. His breathing grew heavy. Then, before you could even process it, he moved toward your wound, lips parting.

Realization hit you like a bolt of lightning. You jerked back, pressing a hand firmly over the injury. "No, Atsushi! Don’t!"

His body stiffened. "But... I have to fix it. I have to make it better."

"That’s not how it works" you said firmly, forcing his gaze to meet yours. "Licking it will only make it worse. You don’t want to hurt me more, do you?"

He froze, trembling, warring with instinct. His fingers twitched as though he was holding himself back from forcing your hand away. "No... never."

But something inside him snapped.

In a blur, he was on you, pressing your leg down, his mouth trailing dangerously close. His tongue flicked over the torn skin, slow and deliberate, a pleased growl escaping his throat as he took his time.

Heat surged through you, an unfamiliar tightness forming in your chest. You gasped, squirming, but his grip was firm. His breath fanned against your skin as his licks grew deeper, messier. His hands tightened around your thigh, thumbs pressing into sensitive flesh as he murmured something incoherent.

"Atsushi..." you panted, fighting the tingling sensation that traveled up your spine. "Stop..."

"Shh" he hushed, his voice husky, lips ghosting over your wound. "Just a little more... let me help you."

Your body trembled at the sensation, heat coiling in your stomach. It was overwhelming, the warmth of his mouth, the low growls, the way his claws flexed against your skin as if he was holding back something deeper.

His lips trailed upward, dangerously slow, his breath hot against your inner thigh. His hands gripped your hips tighter, fingers digging in. His golden eyes flickered up, something dark and dangerous swirling within them.

"Oya? Am I interrupting something~?"

Atsushi stiffened, his ears perking up. Your face burned as you turned toward the door, finding Dazai standing there, one brow raised, an amused smirk playing on his lips.

Atsushi snarled, his body still positioned protectively over you, but you took the chance to shove him off. He blinked, dazed, his expression flickering between frustration and confusion.

Dazai stepped in casually, waving a hand. "Now, now, Atsushi-kun, I know you’re dedicated to taking care of our dear friend here, but I think you’re getting a little... carried away."

Atsushi’s pupils dilated further, but you grabbed his wrist before he could react. "Atsushi, it’s okay. Dazai’s here now. We’re safe."

He hesitated, his chest rising and falling rapidly. But your touch grounded him, the fog in his mind slowly lifting. After a long pause, he exhaled shakily and slumped forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder.

"But.. I thought it'll take some time for you to get here." You said.

Dazai shrugged "I guess you underestimated me. Anyway, let’s get you both out of here before Atsushi decides he wants another taste."

Your face burned as you shot him a glare. "Not funny, Dazai."

But his smirk only widened as he gestured for you to follow him.

Finally, the nightmare was over.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Safe and Protected (poly alpha Non-Judging Breakfast Club x gn omega reader)

Summary: your packmates comfort and take care of you after you get into a fight with another omega

Warnings: a/b/o dynamics (alphas Serena, Blair, Nate, and Chuck/omega reader), hurt/comfort, mentions of injuries due to fighting (I also go into extensive history of a/b/o fighting techniques/backstory that I completely made up on the spot), they/them pronouns used to refer to the reader in a gn manner

A/N: apparently my life has come to me writing a/b/o fanfiction when I'm upset. why does that somehow not surprise me

The members of your pack were spread out across the city when they got the text from Dan saying that they needed to meet him at their shared penthouse ASAP because it was an emergency. Usually they'd just ignore him (it was Dan, after all) but the moment he mentioned you were involved they dropped everything and quickly rushed over.

Blair was naturally the first through the door, followed quickly on her heels by Chuck. As the most protective of the group, it would make sense that they were leading the investigation to figure out what was wrong. Nate and Serena were equally worried but hung back a little, not wanting to rush in right away if they didn't know what was wrong first.

"What's happening? Where are they?" Blair demanded the moment she saw Dan, the smell of distressed omega permeating his clothing. The pack instantly recognized the scent as yours, which only heightened their worry.

"Look, just try to remain calm-" He began, but she was having none of it.

"Do not tell me to calm down right now, Humphrey. I'm not in the mood to take orders from you of all people," she snapped, her nostrils flaring as her eyes narrowed. Chuck rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder when he noticed the way Dan was starting shrink back a little, the omega clearly frightened by such an angry display.

"What she means to say is that we're worried," Nate piped up from behind them, the Golden Boy often reliable when it came to being the voice of reason in situations such as these. "And we want to know what's going on."

Dan nodded his head in understanding, taking a moment or so before speaking again. "They... got into a fight with another omega. One who was making fun of Jenny." He gave up the information rather reluctantly, not quite sure what their reactions would be to finding out something like that.

Safe to say, they were all fairly shocked. Fights between alphas were the most common and fairly brutal, and fights with betas happened only occasionally and had pretty tame results. While fights among omegas weren't completely unheard of, it was still surprising when they took place, especially when one or both of the parties involved ended up seriously hurt.

Omegas typically weren't able to hold their own weight against an alpha or even a beta, but with the even footing of fighting against a fellow omega gave them the advantage point to use something they didn't get to very often: the primal instincts that went with their untapped rage.

That was one of the reasons why alpha and beta fight rings were fairly common but ones with omegas weren't, because when they fought they didn't fight for fun or to assert their dominance or to try to prove something. They fought out of pure fury, and in certain situations it could result in pretty graphic injuries that caused at least one of the people involved to end up needing to be hospitalized.

With taking all of this into consideration, it was really no wonder why Dan had been reluctant to share with them what really happened.

"Who was it?" Serena asked curiously, unable to view such a sweet and good-natured omega like yourself initiating a fight like that.

"I'm not sure. It was someone who use to model for Jenny before she fired them. They've already been taken to the hospital just as a precaution."

All four of the alpha's jaws dropped when hearing that. You sent another omega to the hospital?

"Where are they now?" Blair demanded in reference to you, her instinct to protect growing stronger than ever before.

"Hiding in their nest. They wouldn't let me take them anywhere to get their injuries looked at. They just said they wanted their pack." He led them further into the penthouse somewhat reluctantly, the smell of your distress even stronger than before. It was hanging in the air so thickly, they could practically taste it, and it only got worse the closer they got to your bedroom.

The sound of rustling and faint whimpers could be heard coming from behind the door, giving just a glimpse of the current agony you must've been in. Your packmates hesitated, even Blair looking much less confident than usual. Still, she forced herself to act, carefully turning the knob and opening the door to your room.

The first thing that hit them was the rather potent smell, and they realized from it that you weren't just scared, you were angry, too. Your nest was even more of a mess than usual, and your huddled up form could just barely be seen underneath all the blankets in the dim lighting.

"Sweetheart?" Blair spoke up after a moment or so, carefully approaching the nest so she wouldn't scare you. When you lifted your head up, she could see the cuts and bruises on your face, and judging from what she already heard from Dan she had no doubt the rest of you looked just about the same.

"Blair," you faintly croaked, reaching a hand out to her. She let out a soft gasp at the sight of it; the cuts there were pretty hard to miss.

"Oh my God," Nate muttered somewhere behind her as he caught a glimpse of you. If this is how you looked, they'd hate to see the omega you'd put into the hospital.

"Hey, come here," Blair muttered while getting in the nest with you, not caring if her outfit got dirty or messed up. Right now, you were far more important.

You seemed even more fragile than usual as you curled up beside her, her hands moving to gently cup your face so she could assess the damage done there. "What happened?" She softly asked, the rest of the pack slowly beginning to creep in after her.

"There was another omega who was spreading lies about Jenny," you muttered, your hands shaking slightly due to the leftover adrenaline still coursing through your body. "They- they were saying that they couldn't believe a beta of all people had such a popular fashion line, and that she must've gotten it by sleeping around."

Someone could be heard sucking in a breath of surprise, though you couldn't tell who. It might've been all of them. The things said about Jenny or even betas in general weren't exactly surprising given the nature of the people living on the Upper East Side, but judging from what your reaction had been to it they got the feeling what they said was much worse than that and you were purposely leaving out parts to your story. Still, they didn't want to push.

"My sweet baby," Serena cooed as she moved to join you in the nest. Usually Blair wouldn't be too keen to share, but she couldn't refuse Serena from comforting you when you clearly need it. "You're shaking, poor thing."

"We need to get them cleaned up," Blair announced suddenly, capturing the attention of the other alphas in the room. "Nate, go start running a bath for them. Chuck, I'll need you to carry them in there. Serena, you're going to help me get there nest fixed so it's not a mess anymore. And if Dan's still here, have him make them something to eat."

Your packmates thought it best not to argue with her and each got to work on each of their given tasks. Chuck carefully picked you up off the bed and carried you into the bathroom while Nate ran the water for your bath, Serena and Blair staying behind to fix the mess your nest had been made of when you were upset.

Luckily, the strong pheromones being emitted by your alphas had done their job of keeping you calm and relaxed, so you were pretty complacent during the whole thing, allowing Chuck to help you get undressed for your bath before Nate carefully cleaned off your scrapes and cuts once you were in it.

Blair appeared in the doorway to the bathroom when you were almost done, Serena close behind her. "Go make sure Dan prepared the right thing for them, and if he's still here tell him to leave. We can take over from here," she instructed Chuck and Nate, who both simply nodded and left for the kitchen without another word.

"My poor baby," Serena muttered while kneeling down beside the tub, reaching out to cup your cheeks with her hands. You gladly leaned into her touch, nuzzling into her palms in an affectionate manner. "Nate and Chuck took such good care of you, didn't they?"

"Serena," Blair suddenly spoke, her tone sounding a little stern. "There will be more time to baby them later. Right now, we need to get them out of the tub and dry them off before the water gets cold."

The blonde let out an annoyed huff in response but complied regardless, letting go of your face and getting up off the floor. The two helped you out of the tub and dried you off with big, fluffy towels before getting you dressed in some clean and comfortable clothes.

Dan was already gone by the time you left the bathroom, which was probably for the best with how everyone was being more protective than usual given what had happened, especially Blair. Your injuries hadn't been bad enough to need urgent medical care, but it was obvious from the way you looked you were going to be sore for the next few days.

"How are you feeling? Are you doing okay?" Nate gently asked as you curled up next to him, your packmates surrounding you on all sides as you rested in your now clean nest.

"Yeah," you quietly confirmed, allowing Serena to feed you a little bit of food so you could build your strength back up again.

"You took a hell of a beating," Chuck mused out loud, his hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner while he spoke. "But from what we heard, the other person looked a hell of a lot worse."

"Chuck!" Blair hissed out in a scolding tone, lightly smacking him on the arm. "Don't encourage this kind of behavior! They really could've gotten hurt."

He rolled his eyes while mumbling out a vague "sorry" that didn't make it seem like he was very sorry at all.

You just giggled as you watched the interaction, no longer upset like you were before. They were glad to see that your mood had improved, and each one of them hoped this would be both the first and last time you ever fought with somebody. After all, you were their baby, and they hated to see you get hurt like that.

"I'm tired," you mumbled after finishing your food, letting out a yawn that did nothing but strengthen your case.

"Lay down, baby. We won't go anywhere," Serena said before pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

At her gentle encouragement, you laid down in your nest and cuddled up with your packmates, getting as comfortable as possible. The warmth of their hold combined with the way their scents filled the air only made you feel drowsier, which aided in helping you quickly drift off to sleep, safe and protected in your alphas' arms.

End notes: I loved writing this and have absolutely no regrets

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[concretejunglefm]

Had a thot about laying flat on my stomach watching something and Folio comes up behind me and starts playing with my ass. Using it as his own personal drum, spanking and grabbing it. Then he places a hand on my lower back when i try to move and he tells me to stay still. Yanking my hands behind my back and tie them in place, putting a blindfold on me and stripping me down, with my ass up. Folio thrusting his cock in me without warning, putting his hand on my head and push it to our bed. Fucking me so hard im shaking, telling him i can't take it only for him to smack my ass and tell me "Stop lying, you're so wet for me. You can clearly keep taking it. So be a good girl for me and make me a daddy."

I may have gotten a little carried away with expanding on this thot 🤭

CW: breeding kink, rough fucking, dirty talk, reader called a breeding toy, blindfold and use of a silk tie.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It’s not the first time he’s caught you off guard like this, playfully slapping your ass while you lay across the bed. It always makes you giggle, and you look back at him, wiggling your ass in encouragement.

“You know I can’t help it when you do that,” he murmurs, but there’s a heat in his voice now, not just amusement, but unmistakable lust.

The next slap is sharper, louder. It stings, making you jolt and moan all at once.

He mumbles a half-hearted apology, hands greedy and soothing as they grab at your ass. His fingers dig into the soft flesh, spreading you apart, admiring the way your body reacts as he toys with you.

When you shift beneath his touch, something in him clicks, the lust in his tone laced now with quiet dominance. “Stay. Just like that,” he murmurs, voice low and commanding. “Be good for me.”

You obey, breath catching as you hear the rustle of fabric behind you. Then he’s pulling your arms behind your back, binding your wrists with something soft, that feels like silk. The blindfold comes next, and the darkness heightens everything. Every brush of his fingers, every whisper of breath, has your body humming with anticipation.

Slowly, he strips away what little clothing you still have on, positioning you just how he wants—ass slightly raised, fully bare for him. The sight of you is too much and you can hear the way he strokes himself behind you, his breath catching.

“You’re so fucking pretty like this,” he groans, rubbing a hand over your ass and spanking it again, just to watch you jolt. Your cheek stings, but his hand soothes over it before spreading you open and teasing a finger between your folds. “Look at how fucking soaked you are for me. You like when I take control of you like this, don’t you?”

Your mind is hazy, floating, and you almost miss the cue to answer, but as you open your mouth, any words vanish in a moan, because he plunges into you without warning. One deep, merciless thrust, and he buries himself to the hilt. Every inch of him stretches you, fills you, and the way you’re positioned only intensifies the sensation, heat rippling through you like wildfire.

“F—Folio,” you gasp, arching and writhing beneath him, completely overwhelmed.

He slaps your ass hard in response, hand lingering on your hip as he keeps you right where he wants you. “Don’t pretend you can’t take it, baby,” he growls. “You’re so fucking wet I feel how badly you want it.”

His next thrust is slower—deliberate—dragging his cock through your walls just so he can feel how tight you squeeze around him. He groans deep, eyes rolling back at the way your body responds to his. One hand moves to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he pushes your face down into the mattress, fucking you into it without mercy.

Your moans rise with each stroke, the heat coiling tighter inside you, unbearable, and your legs tremble. “Please… please, please,” you whisper into the sheets, breathless, desperate. Needing that release he’s driving you toward with every brutal thrust.

Behind you, he’s just as undone. You can hear it in his panting that’s ragged and shallow. “Fuck—so fucking tight,” he moans. “You feel so good around me, honey. Always so fucking good. Like you were made to take my cock. Made to be filled up by me.”

You cry out, barely coherent, lost to the way he splits you open, relentless and wild. He leans down, chest brushing your back, lips grazing your shoulder, his hot breath against your skin, sending goosebumps rippling across your body.

“I’m gonna make you mine,” he whispers. “Gonna fuck a baby into you. You want that, don’t you?”

God, you do. Every nerve in your body screams yes, and all you can do is moan, nodding frantically, begging without words. Needing it.

“Say it,” he growls. “Say you want me to fill you up.”

“Y-Yes—please, I want it—!” your voice breaks with need.

That’s all it takes. You feel his rhythm falter, the first stutter of his hips, and then he’s whimpering, undone by the way you clench around him. “Fuck, I can’t hold it—feels too good. You’re gonna take every drop, baby. Gonna keep it all in like a good little breeding toy.” The words tumble out of him, filthy and raw, as he pounds into you harder—chasing his high, chasing the rush of claiming you, of watching it all spill down your thighs once he’s finished.

You sob with pleasure, overwhelmed and ruined, and still, he doesn’t stop until he’s wrung out every last drop, and when he finally breaks, it’s with a deep, guttural moan. He buries himself as deep as he can go, grinding against your ass as he empties inside you. “You’re mine,” he pants, cock twitching inside you. “You were fucking made for me.”

[velvet-n-lace]

NSFW Alphabet (Asmodeus Edition)

Series: Obey Me!

Genre: Smut/Headcanon

Word Count: 2k words

Pairing(s): Asmodeus x Female MC

Original Template by @/the-coldest-goodbye 

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Asmo is an absolute sweetie. He will make sure you are comfortable and cleaned up with a warm bath in his candle-lit bathroom. His soft kisses on your rose-scented body and sweet pillow talk will make you melt until you fall asleep in his arms.

B = Body Part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners)

He loves every part of himself, so there is no part he dislikes or hates. Asmo just knows that every part of him is worth drooling over, so he loves every part of you, too. Canonically, he is an ass man and often fixates on yours. While he can love the parts of you that turn him on, Asmo is especially fixated on your eyes. It’s most likely because he can see his reflection in them, and to him, that’s a sign you were meant to be his~

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum, basically)

By far the sweetest cum in the Devildom, it’s an aphrodisiac that will leave your senses heightened and your body in heat. Asmo especially loves watching it leak out your pussy after he creampies you. Sometimes, he fingers it back inside you; other times, he lets it stain his sheets. He loves it so much he can't help but also have a taste of himself when it gets all over his fingers.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Asmodeus is the motherfucking Avatar of Lust; hardly anything is a secret anymore unless you count this one time when he almost fed you aphrodisiacs back when his charm didn’t work on you. He had to stop himself before going through with it, but eventually, once the two of you were finally fucking each other, those aphrodisiacs were put to good use~ Also, maybe he keeps other wild kinks a secret just for your sake ;)

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Oh, he’s had experiences: he’s fucked a bunch of demons before meeting you. Asmodeus claims that he has tried everything, maybe even things you’ve never thought of in your life. He would be happy to share them with you if you like~

F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying)

Whether you want to top him or not, Asmodeus is fine with any position that makes you feel comfortable. His preference, though, is when he fucks you from behind with your ass in the air or having you straddle him. Doggystyle, prone bone, or fucking you cowgirl style are just a few positions where he can whisper dirty things in your ear while he spanks your ass.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He’s sweet and sensual in the moment. Depending on the mood, it can be humorous if it's just sweet love-making, but he can also be serious when the fucking gets brutal. Asmo can adapt to any situation, and all you gotta do is look pretty for him (in other words, just exist).

H = Hair (How well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He is very well-groomed; it’s pretty obvious. He’s probably the most groomed out of all his brothers. He’s got make-up on, his nails are done, his perfume and lotion smell divine, and he has a rather time-consuming self-care routine. The perfume he wears is your favorite fragrance, and he is always searching for a compliment from you. His drapes match his carpet: peach-colored, trimmed constantly, and smooth like his skin.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment? The romantic aspect.)

Very intimate. His smooth hands constantly graze your skin and make it more sensitive. His heavenly, seductive voice adds to his alluring presence, making you almost worship him. With his lips and tongue on your most sensitive spots, he would whisper all the things he would do to you. Asmo knows damn well what he’s doing, and seeing you melt in his touch gets him so hard.

J = Jack off (Masturbation Headcanon)

Asmo can do wonders with his body; not only does he have many sex toys to play with, but he often bends himself over to suck his own cock. Usually, he loves to stare at himself in the mirror when he masturbates; either that or he films himself so he can post it online later. Sometimes he fucks a fleshlight while he’s fucking himself with a dildo. As his soft silicone toys milk his cock and prostate, his sheets will be stained with cum.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Asmodeus has so many kinks (some would say all of them): Asmodeus loves being worshipped and praised for his body and abilities. Body worship, especially in front of his mirror, is on a whole other level; the many positions he can put you in can surprise you, especially when you’re watching yourself get fucked by the lustful demon himself. Sometimes there is porn playing in the background while you make love to him, and if you’re feeling freaky, he can take you to a sex club (he could even invite Solomon over). Asmo especially loves ass-play and wouldn’t mind fucking your backdoor or giving it a sloppy rim job (and he can receive it with ease. It’s obvious he’s into getting pegged too). Asmo isn’t afraid to switch positions or try something new for you, and all of this just scratches the surface. (AN: i could go on and on, anyway)

L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)

Definitely, his room, where he can use all his toys on you. He can bring some over to your room too, and if you are feeling freaky, both of you can go to a club and bring in some horny demons to play with (kof kof… Solomon can come too). If both of you can find an empty classroom to make out in, that’d be exciting.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Pretty much everything you do instantly motivates Asmo, especially if you are teasing and flirting back at him. Seeing you dressed up all cute and sexy, wearing matching accessories with him, or wearing some lingerie underneath your school uniform makes his heartbeat go fast. Any form of affection you give could lead to even more arousal by the end of the day.

N = No (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

There are very few no-nos, but he’s fine with you setting boundaries. He would respect your turn-offs and not even question them for a second. Asmo also prefers his praise kink, so degradation towards him is off the table.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Asmo loves giving and receiving; he’s practically a god at them. His tongue is skilled and will leave you begging for more. He often suckles on your clit and fingers your pussy, or he eats you out in rhythmic patterns while he jacks himself off. His moans are heavenly when he feels your tongue around his dick. He’s always so surprised when you worship his needy cock by shoving it down your throat or jacking it off while you plant kisses down his shaft. Massaging his balls while you suck him off or giving them a soft suckle drives him wild.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

It depends on the mood and how horny both of you are. No matter what, you will always be pleased in some way. He grips you tightly and often teases you with his pace so he can hear you moan the words “faster~” or “harder~.”

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are definitely a must for Asmo; he often has to take some during classes, especially if he’s distracted by something arousing you wore that day. All he needs is an empty classroom or a clean bathroom stall to do it in.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

Of course, he’s down to get risky. If he can handle quickies, he will for sure get away with the craziest things. The wildest kinks don't scare him, and he will make out with you in random places or touch you during class. He may even show you how hard his dick is when he hugs you from behind.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

Oh baby, he can go for many. He’s got the stamina of a bunny in heat, and he will show it with each round. Of course, he will stop when you’ve had enough; he doesn’t want to push you too hard, but when he embraces his sin, it’ll be difficult for him to slow down.

T = Toys (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Asmo has all of them… in fact, there may be too many to count. He keeps them underneath his bed and neatly aligned at his disposal. His favorites would probably be some dildos made of smooth glass or fleshlights with very lifelike material. He always used them on himself, but he lets you choose one that intrigues you the most. Handcuffs, blindfolds, vibrators, gags, buttplugs, just so many are on display, but he also owns toys that you’ve never seen before in the human world. You often have to wonder if what you’re seeing is a demonic sex toy or just some cursed object Asmo accidentally fucked or shoved up his ass one day.

U = Unfair (How much they like to tease)

He’s a big tease; if you think the flirting is enough, he will edge you so hard you will be begging him to fuck you then and there. It’s playful teasing though; he’s not that heartless. You can always tease him as payback, but Asmo is always the best at it in bed.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

All kinds of moans and groans come out of his mouth, and they will be loud; there is no questioning about it (unless you make him wear a gag or something). He moans like a pornstar, and he will make a melodic sound each time you toy with his body. He loves it when you let out all your moans with no remorse, and he always thought they sounded beautiful alongside his~

W = Wild Card (A random headcanon for the character)

Like Mammon, Asmo also has a Devildom version of OnlyFans, except it’s not really a secret. Everyone knows he has one since he unapologetically flaunts it in his social circle. He always finds ways to make his content entertaining and worth replaying, plus his subscriptions skyrocketed once you entered the picture. Filming porn with him brings out a more performative side to his fucking, but it’s still filled with that same passion and love when the cameras are off.

X = X-ray (Let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Perfectly soft pink like his skin, and yet it’s textured and veiny like a brand-new dildo. His cock is sort of smaller than his other brothers, but size doesn’t matter, so he doesn’t care cuz he knows exactly how to use it. The shaft is slender and curves upward, while its head is smooth like it’s begging to be put inside you; it may even have a piercing~

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Super hiiiiigh~ The highest among his brothers. It’s not only difficult to control when you are around, but it’s also the source of his pleasure and the reason he constantly imagines you and him naked in bed. It distracts him greatly, so he always lets you know when he’s about to burst~

Z = Zzz (How quickly they fall asleep afterward)

When the aftercare is done, he will cuddle up and fall asleep with you. The warmth of his body pressed against yours is comforting the more you drift off to sleep. Knowing that he’s sleeping with his love at the end of a thrilling night is something Asmo takes to heart, especially when you feel the same.

[splatashahowlett]

missing piece

logan (james) howlett x reader

the record player was playing One piece at a time, your favorite song, occasionally letting out a soft sound of scratching against the vinyl. the bar was crowded and everybody seemed to have a good time. the 70's may become your favorite decade. you've been alive for over a hundred years now but you liked everything about this era; the music, the clothes and the recklessness of it.

you were currently seated at the bar, drinking whatever the bartender had offered you. the guy had been hitting on you all evening, and you figured that free drinks couldn't hurt since your healing factor would keep you from getting drugged. you liked the attention anyway, your ex lover had disappeared on a random tuesday and never came back home. it had been four years since you had last seen him, you weren't mad at him anymore, but more at yourself for thinking a man could keep his promises. so some compliments were always welcomed.

you were watching people dance, the festive atmoshpere filling a void in your chest. whenever you felt alone you would go to a bar, or a pub just to feel something. in those places, time seemed to stop, you could be invisible. nobody cared about you or asked anything from you. sometimes you would dance with a random girl or guy and end up in their motel room just to sneak out the second they fell alseep. you were conscious that this lifestyle wasn't for everybody. in fact, you didn't enjoy it in the slightest. but you didn't have a choice. you didn't have any family anymore, and the only person that counted took off 4 years ago. you didn't work and your only hobby was drinking. you weren't living, but barely surviving. but with time you get used to it, right?

right as when you were about to get up to dance, someone sat next to you. too close for your liking. you turned your head and were met with a drunk looking guy, staring at you like you were some piece of meat. you gave him a look that meant "get the fuck out of here and leave me alone" but he didn't seem to want to comply.

"hello pretty girl, need some company?" he said, or at least that's what you understood. his breath hit your nose and you almost threw up; your heightened senses could really be a pain in the ass sometimes.

"go fuck yourself" you said, walking toward the back door. the guy following you.

"I think I'll need some help with that, my girl" he said, trying to catch up with you. you ignored him, or at least he thought so, and went through the back door, making sure he was still behind you. once you found yourself in a small alley, you grabbed him by the collar and pushed him brutally against the wall.

"I am not your girl" you threatened. the dickhead tried to answer but with your hands on his throat the task seemed more difficult than usual. you hated this petname, it reminded you of things you wanted to forget. you let go of him, letting him fall to the ground and kicked him in the stomach. that wasn't necessary but he deserved it.

you went back inside, planning on gathering your things and then finding a place to sleep. you folded your jacket on your arm and put your pack of cigarettes in your pocket. but as you turned toward the door, your heart stopped. a familiar face looking at you from the crowd. at first you thought you were hallucinating, the fucker was dead. you hoped he would be. it would hurt less. but when he started coming closer you scoffed.

you couldn't do it without a drink, so you sat back and asked for straight tequila. you missed this vanishing feeling the night procured you.

logan sat next to you and asked for a drink. you refused to look at him. you wanted to punch him in the face, alright maybe you were still a little mad at him. seeing him here, and so close to you made you mad. you wanted to kill and kiss him.

"I missed you" he said, looking afar. out of all the things he could have said you weren't expecting this. you scoffed and tightened your grip on your drink.

"shut your damn mouth" you gritted through your teeth, still holding onto your drink for dear life. you had imagined what it would be like to see him again and promised to yourself that you would tell him you moved on and leave him speechless. you never thought you still loved him so deeply. you hated how he made you feel, you hated feeling weak. but you loved everything else about him, and if feeling vulnerable was the price to pay to be with him then you wouldn't think twice about it.

"I didn't have a choice" he added, this made your blood boil. you knew he was telling the truth and you had already forgave him, you just needed to hear him say it. you didn't say anything, didn't ask about the reason of his departure. you kept your mouth shut, hoping he would take the hint and leave. no you didn't want him to leave, you wanted him to think that you wanted him to leave.

"I’m sorry” he muttered. this was your last straw, your glass broke between you fingers, shards of glass flying all over the counter and cutting into your hand. you jumped, startled at your own doing. logan reached for your hand immediately but you moved it away before he could even brush it.

"fuck you" was the last thing you said before running to the bathroom. your healing factor was already pushing the glass out of your flesh but it still hurt as hell.

“let me help you” you hadn’t even hear him coming in. you smiled, amused at the situation. you terribly wanted to give him your hand but your pride told you otherwise.

“why are you here?” you whispered, almost scared that if you spoke louder he would disappear.

“I told you, I miss you”.

“of course you do, that's why you came back so quickly” you said, washing the blood off your hand. “I just know you were bored to death without me" you joked, trying to ease the tension.

logan approached and slowly put his hands on your waist, your back facing him. he then delicately planted his chin on your shoulder. “I know you won’t believe me when I tell you I did this to protect you and that’s fair but I need you by my side, I need my girl” you swore you heard a sob in his voice. you looked up, staring at your reflection in the mirror, you could see logan’s head next to yours he was looking at you. this was the first time you’ve look into his eyes since he left. and they felt like home.

you turned around slowly, facing him. you hands claimed back their place on either side of his face. wiping his tears. seeing logan cry was rare, extremely rare. you felt your heart broke at the sight. he put his hands on yours and closed his eyes, enjoying how your touch felt like after so many years. nothing changed, not his love for you nor what he felt around you.

“let me take you home” he begged

“where?”

“doesn’t matter, home is whenever I’m with you”

you knew that your james was telling the truth, and you knew that you still loved each other.

"I need time, james" you answered, even if your mind was already made you had some self respect. you were about to say something else but logan beat you to it:

“I love you” he breathed.

you kissed him passionately, making up for all the lost kisses.

"I love you most"

you were still upset about what he did, but at the end of the day, you knew he did it for a good reason and that it hurt him maybe even more than it did you, and you certainly couldn’t imagine life without him.

you both cried into the kiss, silently promising to always be on each other's side.

"come on, let's get out of here"

[folkwhoreberry]

Amongst Demigods⁵

A Change Of Plans

f1 x reader

or... the one where a little plot twist wouldn’t hurt, right?

word count : 664

warning : none, english is not my first language!!!

on the radio : the tortured poets department by taylor swift

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🏛️🏎️

you don’t answer franco’s question right away. the words hang in the air like smoke, soft and lingering, while the lake reflects the pink-orange sky like nothing’s changed. but everything has. you’ve been claimed. the camp sees you differently now. the boys look at you differently now. and franco - well, franco’s sitting beside you like he’s holding his breath.

“I don’t know,” you finally say, voice quiet. “I need some time.”

he nods, gently, like he expected that. “I figured. just… had to say it.”

you give him a small smile, one that says thank you for being brave, and the two of you sit there a little longer, shoulders brushing.

but things don’t exactly go back to normal after that.

——————

in the days that follow, everything is heightened. lando finds you before breakfast just to walk you to the pavilion. oscar always manages to end up your sparring partner in sword practice - except he mysteriously “forgets” how to go easy, like you didn’t just get claimed by a literal god of the dead. daniel brings you snacks he “definitely didn’t steal from dionysus’ stash,” and charles… charles watches. from across the field, the dining area, the archery range. he watches you like you hold answers he’ll never get.

and franco? he gives you space.

he’s still around. he still smiles. but he doesn’t bring it up again. not yet.

one night, after a long day of drills and a brutal obstacle course (george bet five drachmae you’d beat alex - he won), you sneak away from the cabins. the woods are too loud, the campfire circle too crowded, and the lake too obvious. so you walk, past the strawberry fields and through the torch-lit paths, until you end up near the forge.

you don’t mean to see him. but there he is.

carlos.

shirt slightly damp with sweat, soot on his cheek, holding a freshly finished bronze dagger that glows faintly with celestial bronze. he doesn’t see you at first, too focused on the blade, but when he does, his eyes widen.

“you shouldn’t be here,” he says, not unkindly. “it’s late.”

“I could say the same to you,” you reply, stepping into the warm glow of the forge. “but I guess fire gods don’t sleep either.”

he chuckles, setting the dagger down. “you okay?”

you nod, even though you’re not sure. “too many thoughts.”

“same,” he says. then, after a beat, “is it the five?”

you blink. “the five?”

“charles, lando, oscar, franco, daniel,” he lists casually. “you’re kind of their whole personality right now.”

you let out a tired laugh. “don’t remind me.”

carlos picks up a cloth and wipes his hands. “you ever think maybe they’re all wrong for you?”

you tilt your head, amused. “and you think you’re right?”

he shrugs, the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk. “not saying I am. but I’m definitely not a follower.”

he takes a step closer. the forge’s glow dances on his face, softening his sharp features. “they circle around you like you’re some prize. I just think maybe someone should see you without the competition.”

you swallow. “and you think that’s you?”

he doesn’t answer - not with words, anyway.

he leans in slowly, gaze locked on yours. it’s deliberate, careful. and then he kisses you.

it’s different. not like lando’s lingering touches or franco’s gentle flirtations. not like oscar’s thoughtful glances or daniel’s confident nudges or even charles’ intense stares. it’s warm, grounding, a little messy with the scent of smoke and metal clinging to your clothes. and when he pulls back, your heart is racing.

you stare at him, lips still parted, stunned.

he smiles, cocky but quiet. “I’ll let you think about it.”

then he walks past you, leaving the forge behind, the faint scent of fire and bronze still in the air.

and you?

you just stand there, blinking, wondering how in the underworld carlos just became a very, very real problem. ————————————————————————————

© all rights reserved to folkwhoreberry. no stealing or copying will be tolerated.

a/n : fav series everrrr

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter Reader

Request: Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Third person pov...

It happened so fast that even Y/N had trouble remembering what happened. She rememberd she had jsut said good bye to her Dad and was on her way to school.

Her dad had been worried, There was a killer on the loose, targeting young girls between the ages of thirteen to sixteen with brown hair. The victims were always found tied to a chair, brutally beaten and traumatized.

Aaron was a part of the team assigned to the case and it hit too close to home. His own daughter fit the description of the victims, making him even more desperate to catch the killer.

The man had been weary about letting his daughter out, but realised he could keep her under lock and key, she had her life to live and had to go to school.

The 14 year old was casually walking to school, her bag on her back and happy walking in the sun, she passed by a suspicious car.

The instant she did she felt the persons eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking to school. Slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

A man then got out of said car, he was tall, kept his head down, he began to follow the teen. Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her dad and began walking quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The brown haired girl taps her Dads contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this she had to be quick.

DADDIO

Y/N

Ech

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N relaxes slightly, her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her dad still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you I'm running late for school" she says to the man soundly apologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

She taps on her phone suddenly it falls from her grip. Looking at the ground I  horror her phones screen was horribly cracked, she jsut hoped she was able to send the message.

The man then begins dragging her to his car, unlucky for her know one was around to see her being dragged off. Suddenly everything went black.

With Hotch...

Aaron Hotchner had just arrived at the office after seeing his children off to school, he sighs as he walks into the Bullpen.

The others had already arrived and were standing around Reids desk. Hearing his phone go off he gets it out, upon lookomg at the screen his face goes pale.

Gideon who was walking towards the man noticed the man face instantly and was worried. "Hotch? What's wrong?" He asks the man, drawing the attention off the team.

Soon they all surrounded their unit chief. The man had an iron grip on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Hotch, man tell us has something happened?" Asks Derek he taps the man's shoudler.

This seemed to jolt the man out of his frozen state. "Y/Ns in trouble" the team act, everyone gathering in the round table room.

Echo was there codeword for danger and Y/N and Jack knew they should knly use if for emergencies, Hotch knows Y/N would never abuse that rule.

Hotch pacing in the corner, Derek and Elle going over the evidence they have, Reid trying to form a geo plan of the unsubs comfort zone, JJ was on call with crime lab, Gideon ws thinking the evidence over while still calming down Hotch the man was wearing a hole into the floor.

"Hotch, you have to stay calm, we need you at your best to find Y/N" reasoned Gideon, the man managed to get the worried man to claim down slightly, he stopped pacing but tapped his finger against his leg instead

"Anything yet?" He asks impatiently. The team all shakes their heads, the man impatience grows as they work. Suddenly JJ gets a call. "Yes hello this is Agent Jareau, you have something" her voice gains the attention of the others.

"They found where Y/N had been taken" she explains to them Hotch visibly relaxes. Then JJs face goes worried. "What's wrong JJ?" Questions the man his anxiety on edge.

JJ thanks the person and ends the call. "Im sorry Hotch, all they could find was her phone. The screen had been smashed" she tells the worried Dad.

Hotch freezes. "What" he whispers as the team watch him.

With Y/N...

The 13 year old was in a dark room, stripped off her skirt and shirt, only in her shorts (she wears under skirts) and her tank top on. Shivers rack her naked body.

Either fear or the cold she didn't know, shivering she slowly looked around her head in pain from the punch she got from the man, she tried to move only her legs and wrist where tied to the cold uncomfortable chair she was on.

"Someone help me,please" she whispers to herself, she wants her dad, she wants to be home and in her dad's arms. "Daddy" she sobs to herself, suddenly a door is opened.

A bright light comes from a staircase she just realised, tears running down her face she sees the man from before walking down and coming towards her.

Shaking again she tries to move the chair away from the freak, she aches to be able to kick the man in the goods. " No go away leave me alone" she shouts to him, the man had a frightening look on his face.

As he got closer Y/N saw something shimmer in the light, it was a knife. E/C eyes widened in terror, her wiggling increased. "No no get away! Daddy daddy!" To her luck footsteps are heard upstairs.

She screams louder hoping to draw their attention to the basement. "Daddy daddy down here hurry" the man gabbed her face harshly to stop her from screaming.

The damage was done "let the girl go you son of a bitch!" Yells a very familiar voice, it was Derek Morgan one of Y/Ns uncle. E/C eyes once again fill with tears at the sight of her Dads team.

She sees the horrified looks on Elle, Gideon and Derek faces as the creep puts the knife against her throat, his face still covering her mouth.

Behind them she sees her Dad his face is angry, he wasn't happy. Taking a chance she bites the man hard, with a cry he let's her go but shoves the girl away making her fall back hitting her head on the wall.

Vision swimming she hears a gunshot, the creeps body falls next to her, muffled shouts are heard, before long she was being untied, then picked up by someone, recognising the scent she realises it was Derek.

She wraps her aching arms around his neck tightly as he wraps her in many blankets, sobbing loudly he tries to comfort her.

Derek rubs the girls back as Hotch gets a few punches in on the Unsub, he hated how long it to them to find him and save Y/N.

The traumatized girl continues to cry as Derek comforts her, once Gideon finally pulled Hotch off the Unsub the man remembers his daughter and goes to her.

Feeling guilty about not comforting her first, Derek puts the girl in his arms and walks away, Hotch shushes and bounces Y/N in his arms.

"Your safe now baby, its Daddy" he comforts, her Y/N continues to cry happy she was saved. "Dad your here your here" she cries Hotch just hugs her tightly not letting her go. "I'm here baby" he whispers.

The end!

Long one for this request.

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait of updating, I've been busy with classes. As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1610