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littlemissmiller · 7 months ago

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Bird in a Cage

Part 5: The Deal

Pairing: dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader

Summary: you return to coriolanus’s chambers after a lovely night and he shows you how much he’s addicted to you. later in the week, he makes a deal with you and you decide to take some precautions…

Warning: 21+ (implied drug use), smut, non-con, riding, multiple orgasms, unprotected p in v, slight cum play, spanking, use of nicknames (good girl, play thing), mirror sex, doggy, slight degradation, obsession, possessive behavior, toxic themes, stalking, kidnapping.

Word count: 4.6k

A/N: hello hello hello! part 5! so idk why my last fic didn’t do as well, but i still take suggestions so whatever y’all wanna read about let me know because maybe im falling off but damn y’all didn’t want a little coriolanus x you x sejanus :( ok well, I hope y’all enjoy this chapter and stay tuned the last chapter is gonna be different, like a choose your own ending (my ass couldn’t keep a surprise to save my life). oh and i added a chapter because I couldn’t fit everything into part 6. in the meantime the classic Summer High series is still in the works and I think imma actually do a pedro story next! yah! ok that’s all bye ❤︎︎

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The guards nod and escort you to Coriolanus’s chambers. As you walk, you feel like you’re floating, coming down from your high and entering a new sensation. Your lust drives every thought in your mind and is bringing your body to heat. Once you arrive at his door, you knock twice and he invites you in.

“How are you feeling, my love?”

You let out a drunken giggle and eye him. At this point you’ve completely transformed into feeling nothing but pure desire for him.

“That was a fun experience. The stars…they shimmered so bright. It was beautiful.”

He walks over to you, his overcoat now removed, along with his cufflinks. His shirt is slightly agape, unbuttoned just enough to reveal the top of his pecks. He smiles and walks towards you. You wrap your arms around his neck and he places his hands on your waist.

“Tell me more about the stars.”

“They were like beautiful gems. They flickered and danced so brightly.”

“As beautiful as you, my darling?”

“I-I’m not sure about that…”

“I am. I’m incredibly sure.”

“Well…why don’t you show me?” You ask.

He sighs and immediately captures your lips. He holds your face tightly, moving his hands under your jaw and on your neck. You can barely breathe, but you love feeling devoured. He’s entranced by you, your scent, your taste. Coriolanus wants to explore every part of you. Ravish you, make you shake, and cry his name. He loves how loud you get, how you claw on his back, and ache for more. His passions get the best of him and he swoops you up, cupping your ass and swiftly walking you to his bed. You are laid flat on your back. You gasp as he crawls on top of you. You smirk and he starts to undress you. He pulls down the straps of your dress, kissing your skin as you are revealed to him.

“You feel so soft. So perfect.”

He pulls your dress down your body, until you are in nothing but your panties and bra. This has truly become his favorite sight. You, in a matching pair of lacy underwear, on his bed, ready for him.

He sits up on his knees, unbuttoning his shirt all the way, tossing it to the ground. Your breathing becomes laborious and you focus on his next moves. You can’t help but gawk at him, his body, perfectly toned, yet not too bulky. He crawls back on top of you, this time going straight to your neck. He wants to leave marks, sucking and biting hard. You squeal out and moan, your fingers raking through his hair. You cling to him, reveling in the pleasure he’s giving you, while patiently waiting for his mouth to explore further down your body.

“You taste so sweet. I know you want more…” you nod and he gasps moving his mouth to your collarbone and the valley of your breast. “Can’t get enough of you, my darling. Let me see these beautiful breasts.”

His hands snake under your hips and up to the clasp. You arch your back to allow him access. He expertly unhooks your bra, slipping it down your arms and tossing it to the ground. Immediately, he grabs your chest, kneading and massaging you. You whine and arch your back again. He smiles against your flesh, nipping at you. Your whimpers are truly music to his ears, and he intends to coax more out of you.

“So sensitive. I love how you respond to my touch. Mmm I have an idea…”

He crawls off you and sits back against the headboard.

“Come here” he pats his lap “lay over me you beautiful thing.”

You nod biting your lip, and crawl to him.

“On your stomach, ass up baby. There ya go. Good girl.” He whispers “I want to focus on your pleasure fully tonight.”

He grabs your ass, giving it a few firm pats. He lets out a soft moan as his fingers slowly find your folds. You grab his bicep, arching into his touch. He starts soft, stroking your pussy, then his touch becomes more aggressive. A wave of euphoria fills your body, your core becoming more and more wet. The sounds of it fill the air, and you feel his cock harden on your stomach.

“Mmm you feel that baby, you feel how you turn me on. Your wet cunt, making me so hard.”

“Mhmm…I love how you touch me, sir…”

He finds your clit, rubbing it feverishly. You let out moan after moan, jerking and bucking against his hand. He continues to manipulate your core, his fingers working hard on your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp and claw at his body. He loves how your nails dig into his thigh and arms. He loves how you don’t want to hold back. He removes his fingers for a moment, holds them to his mouth and spits on them. He places them back on your cunt, making you squeal again. Coriolanus is satisfied watching you like this, especially when you look so perfect laying ass up on his lap.

He moves his hand, slapping your ass a few times. He moans as his hand meets your cheeks, and you can feel his cock twitch against your stomach and you smile.

“You like that baby, like me treating you like my little play thing”

“Mhmm…oh” you moan as his fingers find your pussy again.

“Turn over.” He instructs “I wanna see your pretty face when you cum.”

You swing your body over, your ass now firmly against his hard on. You want it in you so bad, but also want more of what he’s offering you. He gives you a sinful smile, his icy blue eyes focused on you.

“Spread your legs a bit more.” He pats your thigh. You obey, stretching out your legs, readjusting your body on his lap. He lets out a sinister chuckle, before his hands swiftly move back to your throbbing core. He rubs you gently then applies more pressure. Your hips buck and he delicately slides a finger into you, then another. He curls them up and pumps his hands. The pleasure is overwhelming, you’ve never had a man make you feel this good.

“God, baby girl, you’re so tight and wet. Fuuuuck darling.”

His fingers continue to work you, your wetness gathering heavy on his fingers. He slides them up to your mouth.

“Taste yourself.” He commands

You nod, wrapping your mouth around his fingers. He lets out a guttural moan. He moves you off his lap, crawling around in front of you. Coriolanus pushes your hips down onto the bed, towering over you. His eyes meet your own and he dives in for a kiss. His lips seal on top of your own, moving furiously, desire overcoming his senses. He snakes his hands down to your thighs, spreading your legs so he can comfortably kneel in between them. He guides his cock to your entrance, stroking you for a moment, then slowly pushing in. You gasp at the sensation, tossing your head back, your eyes scrunching up.

“So perfect. I’ll never get tired of taking you.” Coriolanus utters.

His hips pick up speed, and before you know it, he’s pushing into you deeper and harder. He finds a good pace, hips slamming yours. You could stay like this all night, relish in the pleasure he’s giving you, feel him buried deep in your core. And Coriolanus wishes the same. You feel so warm and wet, Coriolanus is sure he’s never felt like this before with another woman. No one hasn’t felt as right for him as you.

You tilt your head to kiss him again, moaning into him as your whole body moves with his. You wrap your hands around his neck, his hand cradling your jaw. Your eyes meet, his now dark with lust. He quickly recaptures your lips, then moves to readjust you. Coriolanus holds you up on his lap, falling to sit, while you ride him. As you work your hips, he trails down, kissing your neck, collarbone, and valley of your breast. You start to change your pace, legs working to bounce on him. He cups your ass, watching you close in breathless anticipation.

“You’re so perfect like this, my darling. Oh you should see for yourself.”

That’s when the idea occurs to him. Coriolanus studies you, a sinister smile creeping up his lips. He glances over to the full length mirror in the corner of his chambers, then turns back to you with a small chuckle. He holds you against him as he moves off the bed, the whole time keeping himself buried inside you. With a gasp and a small yelp, you wrap your legs around him as he stands. He brings you both to the mirror, setting you down and only pulling out to turn you over.

“Stick your ass out, I’ll hold you up.”

You nod, obeying him. He slides back in, his arm holding your torso, his free hand clenching your jaw.

“Look at yourself baby. Fuck look at your beautiful body, your perfect tits, god you’re so sexy.”

You watch yourself as he ruts into you. His hips slapping against your ass. Coriolanus seems to notice how perfect that is too.

“And…” he slaps your cheek. “This ass bouncing against me”

He gives you a few more firm slaps, before ensuring that you’re watching yourself again.

“Look up baby.” He instructs, patting the side of your face tenderly. “Watch me fuck you. I want you to see how perfect you are. I want you to see why I’m becoming so god damn addicted to you.”

You nod, your eyes meeting him in the mirror. You go back and forth between watching him and then yourself. Being able to watch him defile you like this awakes a new feeling in you. Your body feels hotter, the sensation of his cock seeming to hit harder. You enjoy being able to see yourself in this drunken, fucked out state. You cry out in pleasure, your legs becoming shaky and unstable.

“Don’t give out just yet. Do we need to move back to bed?”

“It’s just hard to hold myself up like this.”

He nods, walking you back to the bed. Coriolanus bends you over, still keen on taking you from behind. The soft cushion of the mattress provides relief and you settle yourself to be more comfortable. He pats your ass, knowing that he will probably not last much longer. You feel it too, your own high slowly being teased out of you.

“I want you to finish with me, I want to feel you squeeze around me when I release inside of you. Think you can do that baby?” He whispers.

You nod vigorously, his pace keeping up until you finally clench around him, your body convulsing with euphoria. After a few thrusts, Coriolanus is spent himself, his cock pumping inside you, semen spewing into your core. When he pulls out, is leaking out of you. He coos at you, taking a finger and pushing it into your core.

Coriolanus leans down, his mouth whispering into your ear.

“That…” he starts, catching his breath. “Was so…fucking…perfect…” He kisses your shoulder blade. “Stay right here.”

He pulls away, heading into the bathroom. When he returns, he’s holding a few towels and a silver tray with a glass of water and pill on it.

“Here. Take this.” He sticks the tray out to you. You roll over, taking the pill and swallowing with the water. You turn back on your stomach, allowing yourself to sink into the bed. You feel as Coriolanus cleans you up, making sure his cum doesn’t drip onto the bed. He tosses the towel to the ground and climbs into bed. You crawl under the sheets with him, lying against his chest. He kisses the side of your head, stroking your hair.

“Mmm, how are you so perfect?” He asks

“I’m not trying to be.”

“But you are…so so perfect for me.”

The next day, you wake up feeling light. He keeps you busy once again, the Hunger Games drawing nearer which means he's also busy. You don’t see him again until dinner and the rest of the week has you like ships passing in the night. By the end of the week, you’ve probably modeled every dress and outfit that represents the districts and are worn out. Around midday, you received a message from him.

My darling, come meet me in my study before lunch.

-C.S.

You examine the note, studying a few times before handing it back to the maid with a smile of acknowledgement. You leave the shoot and head to his study, an entourage of guards waiting outside to escort you. Once you arrive, you’re in the room alone. Curious, you look around, peering out the window onto the garden. As you do, something catches your eye. Large pieces of paper sit on his desk, taking up a majority of the surface area. You look closer and realize they are blueprints. You at first suspect they are for the games, but upon further examination it’s the layout of his palace. You do a double take, studying it carefully. The first layout is directly outside in the gardens. There seems to be plans for an event, maybe a party to celebrate the start of the games. You can clearly see his ideas for a grand pavilion closest to the palace and instructions for seating arrangements. You’re not sure what to make of it, turning the page to reveal another set of blueprints. This one seems to be a layout of the ground floor. Two of the rooms have notes scribbled onto them saying: to be remodeled.

You’re puzzled by it all, curious as to why he’s making changes to the palace and arrangements for a party. Maybe that’s why he brought you here. To tell you what’s going on. Then you notice something peculiar. All the rooms are labeled, even the hallways and staircases, except one small rectangle. It sits at the end of a hall, almost hidden away, almost as if it was drawn by accident. But you know it’s not. You think for a moment, then realize what it must be.

His laboratory. The crypt-like room that he had shown you earlier that week. It was right there, just next to the kitchen. Your eyes widen, committing the map to memory as the sound of freedom calls to you once again. When you’re not around him and your mind is more clear, you find yourself at war with your emotions, and ultimately want to go back to your normal life. Settling in here, becoming comfortable and adjusted at the palace are all ways of coping, hoping he would uphold his promise to let you see your family again. Yet, those dreams seem to be fading away each day, your spell broken only when you have a true moment alone to yourself, which is rare since your time being here.

Then the door knob turns and you scurry back to the window. You turn your back, and just as you settle yourself, the door opens.

“Oh you made it here before me. What a wonderful surprise.” He beams as you turn around. As he approaches you, he smiles, taking his hand out for you to hold. You take it and he kisses your knuckles softly. You decide not to mention what you just saw, waiting for him to bring it up instead.

“How’s your day been, beautiful?”

“Fine, it’s been a busy week, I’m ready for a break if I’m honest.”

“Soon enough. Once the games are over things will be…” he starts, taking a step to you “different.”

You nod and he cups your face, placing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

“And you’ll get some time off, we both will”

You nod again, this time he kisses you full on the mouth.

“But I brought you here for a reason. Something we need to discuss.”

“What is it?” you inquire.

“Well, with the games coming up, a lot of people are wishing to meet with me, talk about the arena, talk about last minute additions to the spectacle of it all, and I find it easier to simply have a dinner party to meet with people. Which will be tomorrow night. I have a few dresses picked out for you to try on, but I need help with something and it comes with a reward if you can promise to behave.”

“A reward?” You repeat

He nods his head, hands falling to your shoulders.

“I’ve invited your family to come. I’ll be with you, but they will be here to see you.”

Your eyes widen, swelling with tears. You gasp at his words, hardly believing it.

“What-what am I to do to be able to see them?”

“Well for one you need to act right. Not letting that mouth runoff to tell everybody why your absence has been so prolonged. And secondly…” he starts, his eyes scanning your body. “I need you to act as a dutiful partner.”

“I don’t understand…”

“Since most of the elites of Panem are aware that I’ve taken a fondness to you, they’ll be watching you, more specifically watching me, and I want to make a good impression.”

You stare at him, still confused, waiting for him to explain more.

“I need you to help with some of the planning, they’ll want to see you’re involved with life here at the palace, so for the rest of the day and tomorrow you’ll be with kitchen staff and gardening staff, approving or denying any decisions made. Is that clear?”

“Yes sir.” You finally utter.

“Good girl.” He kisses your forehead. “I’m excited to see what you arrange for tomorrow night. In the meantime, I have lunch ready for you. I can't join the game-makers need me, but I’ll see you at dinner?” He nods and you nod back. “Perfect!” He kisses your forehead again. He escorts you out of the room and the guards escort you to the dining room for lunch.

You can barely eat, the thought of his requests bouncing around in your mind. And he’s letting you see your family. It feels all too good to be true. You stare down at your meal, bread, some various cheeses, and an arugula salad with steak cut up on top. You take a few nibbles of bread, some cheese and take a few bites of the salad before your stomach closes up at the thought of seeing your mother and father again. Your brother, your sister, your grandmother, and grandfather.

You leave the table, letting the guards escort you to wherever Coriolanus wants you next. The rest of the day, he has you tasting various desserts and wines for tomorrow evening, as well as picking out what color flowers should be at the guest tables. It all seems mundane, but you figure this is what his actual partner would be doing. It felt strange to be in this limbo between a real girlfriend and someone who has been forced into that role. He has a way of towing that line, reminding you of your place in this arrangement. Finally after making a decision on the lemon bars and lilacs, you’re taken back to your chambers. When you walk in, several dresses hang on a rack, ready to be tried on. One is a baby blue, with a sweetheart neckline and ruffles. It’s beautiful, but when you try it on, it makes you feel like you're taking up too much space. The next dress is a pale yellow, with puffed out sleeves and Queen Anne neckline. It’s simple, but it washes you out. Then, it is the one that really catches your eye. A vintage mauve, with a beaded, motif corset. It was strapless, made of silk and had a slit that was more than halfway up the thigh. You try it on. It fits you perfectly, hugging your body in all the right places. You twirl in the mirror, and smile to yourself. After a few moments, you are summoned to dinner. You don’t talk much, but allow him to praise you on your taste in wine for tomorrow.

“Perfect choice for a summer evening. And the lilacs will look beautiful as a centerpiece for the tables. Did you pick out a dress?”

“I did.” You smile softly

“Good. I can’t wait to see it, I’m sure you look lovely in it.”

“Do you care to know which one I picked?”

“I’ll wait to be surprised.” He remarks, returning back to his praises of you.

After dinner, you and him ravish each other on his bed, this time he’s more sweet and gentle, yet still giving you an equal amount of pleasure as always. He falls asleep holding you, but you stay awake, your mind fixated upon the possibility of seeing your family tomorrow. Then you remember something else. The location of his laboratory. The map burns in your mind, begs for you to follow it and find the room. At this point, Coriolanus is fast asleep, and you scoot slowly from his arms. He doesn’t stir and your mind is set on finding the key to the door. You remember it well, shiny silver, as if it was brand new.

You sneak over to his dresser, searching for it, the top drawer has nothing but some handkerchiefs and essential oils. You look in the second drawer, a moleskin, quill and ink bottle, sit neatly next to each other. You grimace and shut it. You open the bottom drawer, and it’s filled with a hair comb and mirror.

You creep into his closet, looking through the drawers quietly, but quick and frantic at the same time. It’s nowhere to be found, and you can’t fathom where else it could be. You walk back into the bedroom, then look at the small desk in the corner. You stride over to it and wiggle the drawer trying to open it, but it’s locked. Your heart surges, something telling you, you found it. But now you need a key just to get to it. Or something like a key. You head back into the bathroom, looking for something to pick the lock. You spot a small metal nail file, swipe it and tip toe back to the desk. You rattle the lock with it for a bit and then, it clicks open.

Eager you pull the drawer out and there it is. The silver key. You snatch it quickly, and scurry to the bedroom door. You crack it open, and a guard is standing at attention. You think for a moment, contemplating what to do. Then you have a plan.

“Excuse me?” You whisper.

The guard turns to look at you. He’s surprised at first, then his face softens.

“I can’t sleep, I’m feeling a bit peckish. Could you escort me to the kitchen for a snack please?”

The guard nods his head, walking you to the kitchen. Once you arrive at the kitchen door he turns to open it but you stop him.

“I’m sorry to do this, but I’m desperately cold. Could you fetch me a blanket?”

“I can’t leave you alone.” He states plainly

“I promise I won’t go anywhere. I just don’t want to go into the fridge without something to cover up.”

He sighs and turns around to retrieve a blanket. That’s when you make your move. With the map in mind, you sneak around the corner and discover the iron clad door of Coriolanus’s laboratory. You take the key, place it in the lock and turn. It opens, and you do your best to sneak in without a sound. You know exactly what you’re looking for and head to the cabinet of vials. The deep red one sticks out like a sore thumb and you open the cabinet to take it. You slip in past your shirt, securing it in your bra. You close the cabinet, and hurry out of the laboratory, locking it behind you. You tiptoe back into place, and the guard returns only moments after you have reinstated your place. You try not to seem so out of breath, looking as innocent as possible. The guard opens the door to the kitchen, handing you a blanket and you slip in. You drape the blanket over your shoulders and scoot to the industrial fridge. You open it, the guard holding it for you and you grab a bite of cheese, some bread, and an apple.

You walk out, find a tray and plate and carry your snack back to Coriolanus’s chambers. Once back inside, set the tray on the floor, sneak over to the desk, putting the key back precisely as you found it. You take the nail file and try to close the lock back up, pulling on it to make sure it’s locked. A heavy sigh of relief washes over you, and you float back to the bed. Finally you feel well enough to eat, clutching your chest to feel for the vial. It’s still there and you need a place to hide it. You sit on the floor, snacking on your bread while you think. Coriolanus stirs in his sleep, readjusting his body. You look around the room and spot your day dress from today on the floor. You crawl over to it, searching for a place to hide the vial. You can’t find one when an idea strikes you. You look back at his desk, the nail file still perched on the tabletop. You grab it, and make a small hole on the inside of the breast. It acts as a makeshift pocket and you slide it in. You return the file back to his bathroom, then finish eating.

Once back in bed with Coriolanus, you take a long, deep breath. You look over at him, his back rising and falling slowly. Everything hits you at once and you feel shaky again. He could easily find out you stole from him, snuck around, and took his vial. He could keep you from your family forever, blackmail you, torture you, turn you into an avox. You think about them, wondering if any of the ones he has at the palace was a girl in your place, a potential partner who tried to defy him or run away. You swallow hard, the thought of it making you feel ill. Then, he scoots closer to you, humming as he feels the warmth of your skin. He stirs.

“Where did you go?” He asks quietly

Shit. Was he awake? Did he wake up? Did he know?

“Couldn’t sleep. Got a snack from the kitchen.”

He smirks, his smile lazy, dreamlike.

“I had a feeling. You didn’t eat much for dinner or lunch.”

“How do you know about lunch?”

“The maid told me.” he sighs. “I’m glad you helped yourself to some food. I like how you're becoming accustomed to the palace.” He murmurs. You fake a smile, and scoot towards him. In an instant you feel your worries melt, his hand touching your bicep so gently. You lean into him, and nod, feeling almost euphoric as you drift to sleep.

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rjmac211 · 1 year ago

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Lena gets kidnapped and put in a cell

Lex: once Supergirl gets here I can kill two birds with one stone

Lena: do you never learn Lex

Lex: she will fall to broken over your mutilated body she won’t see her killing blow

Suddenly holding out for a hero starts playing in the background

Lex: What?

Lena: So that’s why she wanted that speaker

Kara burst threw the roof

Lena: Oh your fucked Lex

#supercorp #supercorp incorrect quotes #lena luthor #kara danvers #supergirl incorrect quotes #lex luthor #kiddnapping #holding out for a hero

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Anna didn't come back, even after days there was no sign of her. It made Elisa and you nervous, hearts beating like a bird in a too small cage, searching for any kind of escape. When you laid in bed at night you would squeeze your hands together trying to ground yourself in each other, none of you brave enough to voice your thoughts.

You tried to ask the guys subtle about her, searching for little crumbs of information they would allow you. Your guilty conscience reminding you how little you cared when you should be in a full blown panic. The Men seemed to sense how reluctant you questioning was.

There was no luck with Kyle, he smiled lightly and told you not to worry your little head about it, tracing a finger along your cheek which made your neck itch. Leaning closer, waiting for you to ask more.

Johnny was not better. A feral look in his eyes when you directed your attention his way. Getting impossible closer, and engulfing your hand in his calloused one, his heat prickling at your skin. Asking what he would gain if he told you. His gaze plunderous, waiting for you to slip up. Subtle like a bulldozer that one.

You didn't even try with John, but he must have known what was on your mind, ruffling your hair, when you zoned out. Winking at you as if you both shared a little secret. Sharing little portions of food at the shared dinner table, making you feel like a comrade in this twisted game of will you find out or not. You knew you should not trust them but god did they make it hard to hate them.

But the worst of them was Simon, as if he could smell Elisas and your fear he resolved back to his bodyguard duty. A gloomy shadow at the back of your neck. Nearly breathing down your spin. Somedays his observing, intense eyes haunted you into your dreams. Waking you, only for you to lay in the damp sheets. At times it unnerved you but a little part, deep in your soul reeled in the attention, the observing eye, which if you convinced yourself, was there for your protection rather then making sure none of you tried to run. A warm pulse in your belly which made this tense time bearable.

The Chores got less for you both. Their guard slowly sinking with every day none of you tried anything. You would sometimes stare out of the window, watching small animals going about their business in the tree lines. Sometimes even a fawn with his mother, stalking the line slowly, carefully. And you were watching them, intrigued. In the city signs like these didn't happen. Only bustling and rushing of the many people being something to be observed. Somedays you did that, too. Until it all became to much for you....

With the passing of time you could tell that your guard fell more and more. The more they showed you their own personality's the more your emotions conflicted. Elisa was still so scared, the thought what would happen when the men got bored of you ever present in the back of your mind. But for now you could convince yourself that this was just a really spontaneous vacation you were on. With Johnny tickling generous laughs from you with his sometimes downright stupid jokes. Making you think of him as a puppy, imaginary tail wagging every time your attention stayed a second to long on him. Needing to be held back by some of the other men now and then. Kyle being a gentlemen all the way. Getting you your favorite skin cream when you had mentioned it one time to Elisa. It should worry you how observant he was. On the contrary a warm feeling spreading in your chest because of his thoughtfulness. John somehow knowing which meals you preferred, watching you intently when you picked a little more food onto your plate.

Sometime your pride would still flare up. Bubbling in your chest, clawing up your throat. Indignation, how dare they decided for you. Having the audacity to take you, feelings you could not keep down. Breathing becoming labored in these moments. A glare directed towards any who were unfortunate enough to meet your eye. One of these times it was meet with the calm, dark gaze of Simon. He hesitated one second, then he began stalking towards your form. Never taking his eyes of yours. Your pulse speeding up in your whole body, hands starting to shake, a primal instinct making you shrink back. You didn't even know what to braze yourself for, not being able to discern Simons intent.

"Seems the little rabbit got somethin to say?" slouching over you, his body engulfing you into his shadow. A Challenge, subtle in his voice. Your grievances burned down as fast as they came. But a stubborn part of you refused to stay down. "What? You going to punish me for this? Didn't know you couldn't handle some talk back" The shake of your hands betrayed the sting of your words.

Simons eyes narrowed behind his mask. In the next second his hand was already on the back of your neck, pressing lightly. "Oh little one. You 'ave no idea. Believe me it would be no punishment." His other hand landing on your cheek. "Why don't ya let me show ya?"

Your eyes must have been as big as saucers. Being completely drown of your string of thought. Stumbling away from him. He was generous enough to allow you. You were embarrassed to admit that you had to flee from this interaction. A tactical retreat to get your bearings back together.

Everything got even more complex when you stumble upon Kyle and Simon in a position that was absolutely not meant for your eyes. Having come back to the kitchen later in the day to find something to eat. Sliding back into the shadow of the doorway you could not pull your eyes away. Kyle seemed cornered against the Fridge, a looming Simon blocking most of the view with the wide of his shoulders and back. But the sounds, oh those sounds were not easy to mistaken. Wet, hungry, sucking noises. A soft moan from Kyle shakes you from your trance. Your body already flushed, if with shame or something other you didn't know. You rush, as quietly as your pumping heart allows back to your shared room. It must be something wrong with you, was this the effects of the famous Stockholm Syndrom?

It was late in the evening, the men were splayed out onto the couch. The gigantic furniture holding the four massive bodies easily. You were pressed between John and Simon, huge thighs caging you in, their warm threatening to have you melting right there. Pressings your own thighs together hoping the pulsing would subside. Elisa was forced onto Johnnys lap, his huge hands holding her around her waist. You could tell from her stiff posture that she was not happy about this. But, as far as you could tell, Johnny was already holding himself back, his hands being chaste for the moment, not wandering anywhere.

The TV played on of the older football games. A recording, which seemed to be Johns favorite. You didn't really care for the sport, much less with these two behemoths around you. Taking small breaths to not drown in their combined scents, a mix of whiskey, pine and something darker you could not place.

A cry let's your head spring up. Your gaze finding Johnny and Elisa. Her hands holding onto Johnnys wrists. Fingers clamping down onto flesh, body already half lifted of him. Small whimpers are leaving her, shaking from the strain to hold herself away from him. He is cooing word into her ear, trying to sooth her down again. His hold not wavering even when you can make out scratch marks, deep enough that they draw blood from his skin.

You can feel your heart hurting from the sight. You try to stand, get to her and comfort her again. But Hands are already on you, a grip so strong it leaves you unable to pull further away. You turn your head back, ready to snap. Dark eyes let you hold your breath. "Calm down, lovie, he isn't hurtin 'er".

Elisas cry's didn't stop, her whimpering getting louder. She started struggling harder. Kyle getting up as well, kneeling next to her. Whispering to her, words you could not decipher from the distance.

"Please just let me to her, she doesn't mean this, she is scared." You could not stop your pleading with them. To scared what her defiance might mean for her fate. You were pushing away when strong hands were pulling you down towards Simons lap. His arms winding around your waist, making you straddle him, all to keep you down. His warm chest pressing against your breasts. You shuddered involutory from the rubbing, your mind being torn between enjoying the embrace and wanting to get to Elisa. In this position you were with your back to Elisa and the others. Only John kept looking at you.

Even with the sounds around you he seemed to focus on your struggling. Thoughtful Eyes observing the scene around him. The next moment he was standing up. In the blink of a second the atmosphere was changing. "Kyle, Johnny bring 'er up." The command vibrated around the room. Elisas crying getting louder, you could not help the panic and fear welling up in you. A jolt running through your body, wriggling in Simons grip, hands pushing against huge shoulders.

"No, please, she didn't mean it!" You didn't recognize your own voice. Shrill and cracking, panic evident in it. Simons hands wandered up to hold you against him by the back of your shoulders. With your body immobile, you resulted in shaking your head, at if your silent refusal would change anything. Simon attempted to sooth you, nuzzling into your neck, his warm mask rubbing against sensitive skin. It left you shaking, your body not obeying your racing mind.

In the background you could hear Johnny and Kyle moving. Then John stepped into your view, blocking you off. His gaze searched for yours, eyes hard, focused. When you refused to meet his gaze he griped your chin, forcing you to look at him. "Knew ya were a good girl, want to protect 'er, don't ya?" With little room you attempted to nod, you could feel your tears wetting your cheeks.

John rubbed them away slowly, smearing them with his tumb. "Then 'ow about a deal, little one?"

This time you were sure, these eyes were the one of a Predator.

#cod men #cod 141 #task force 141 #cod #cod x reader #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #captain john price #gaz kyle garrick #kiddnapping #stockholm #juullllssss #still learning to write

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debiliz-m · 2 months ago

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Can you please tie me up to your bed and show me how much you want me? 🥺

#bd/sm brat #please 🥺#bd/sm community #daddy’s babygirl #cnc kidnapping #cnc stalking #older man younger woman #daddy's brat #kiddnapping #stalking k!nk

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pumpkinspiceshiplover · 1 year ago

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Shigaraki: We have your freinds! If you ever want to see them again do as we say or-

Monoma: No you don't. All my classmates are right here having a movie night.

Shigaraki: I meant your other freinds.

Monoma: Shinsou?

Shigaraki: No the other ones.

Monoma: Hatsume?

Shigaraki: Damm you have a lot of freinds, and no the other other ones .

Monoma: .... Vlad?

Shigaraki: No!

Monoma: Then who?

Shigaraki: The other 20 students in the Hero Course!

Monoma: Oh you mean Class 1A? First of All we aren't freinds. And Second you can keep them.

(Hangs Up)

Shigaraki: Hello? Hello? He hung up on me!

Deku: I told you they wouldn't come save us.

(Class 1B hearing the news that 1A got captured)

Edit: This is now one of my most liked posts you guys!!! Thank you!!!

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iheartsturniolos · 3 months ago

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“I’m not scared of you…” - m.s

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summary : CEOs daughter gets kidnapped mob!matt

warnings : kidnapping, guns, mob, tied up (lmk if I forgot something)

part 1

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After what felt like an eternity the car came to a standstill. You heard the clicks of the front doors opening. You prepared yourself to kick and scream but when your door opened you were met by four men in all black two of which were holding guns “alright don’t make the harder than it has to be” one man spoke out. You wanted to take your chances and still fight but you also knew logically they could shoot once and you’d be out so you complied. The two men who weren’t pointing guns at you leaned forward pulling you out and one through you over his shoulder. You kept your mouth shut not wanting to give them any reasons to hurt you. You looked around. The car was parked in a gated driveway. Greenery all around you. As you kept walking up the long driveway you noticed a large fountain and a giant house. Like we’re talking Beverly Hills type mansion. “Why couldn’t we have just taken her to the normal spot. This is much more risky for him and us” you hear one of the men whisper “we do what he asks and we don’t ask questions, you trying to get killed” the other just him down quickly. Soon you’re in the house and they’re walking you towards a door I’m the corner of this large house. The door creaks open and you’re met with a basement. Of course it’s a basement where else would four men who just kidnapped you take you. We’re talking kidnapper basement like dark room one hanging light and a little brown chair in the middle of the room. The man places you down and zip ties your hands while another zip ties your feet. After that they use a rope to tie your torso to the actual chair. For safe measures I guess. “Should we go get him?” One of the men question. “Of course we should go get him idiot” the man shrugs at him and they walk out the basement. It gave you time to take in what was going on. You looked around the damp basement. What the heck dude. You thought. Before you were brought back with the sound of the door creaking open.

You looked up to the top of the stairs. “Oh crap..” you mumbled low enough for only you to hear. There at the top of the steps was the biggest mob boss in the world. Feared by all. Matthew Sturniolo. He says nothing, a prominent smirk plastered on his face as he walked down the steps and towards you. He has faded dark grey jeans on, a loose black long sleeve, the sleeve rolled up to his elbows and a black what looks like a ‘paperboy hat’ on. His black combat boots sounding of heavy steps on the basement floor. He reaches you. Kneeling in front of you. “Hey there doll face, ya know why you’re here?” He says tilting his head condescendingly. You cringe at the cocky smirk on his face. Wanting more than anything to just scream in his face and demand he let you go, but you decide to play it semi cool. “Do you know who I am?? Do you know who my father is?” You say frustration laced in your tone. “Trust me I know exactly who your father is” Matt replied with a sarcastic chuckle. “Then if you know what’s best for yourself you’ll let me go.” You return, looking straight into his icy blue eyes. “You’re not going anywhere until your daddy pays me the money he owes me” He says standing up. “And cut I’d that attitude of yours if I were you. You’re on my turf. I run this place” he walks up the basement stairs slamming the door behind himself. You scoff to yourself. This stuck up prick. You to break the zip ties. Moving your wrists around and trying o tug at your ankles. It only makes things worse. The friction burns your skin making you wince in pain. “It’s no use” you thought out loud. Tears welled up in your eyes. You’d never felt this helpless. You grew up always having someone at your waking call. This is the first time you felt genuinely lonely. You began crying silently. Praying that no one would hear.

Your eyes opened to the sound of the basement door swinging open. You’d fallen asleep for who knows how long. Your head snaps up to the top of the stairs. “Hi again doll face, sleep well?” He says walking down the stairs. “You’ve been out of here few hours” he chuckles that’s smug look never leaving his face. The hatred you felt for him, bubbling up. He enjoyed this. He liked seeing you suffer. This sick minded freak. “Just let me go..” you retorted exhaustion evident in your voice. “No can do” he chuckled “but you’ll be happy to know your daddy answered our call and we’re hoping the money will be in by the morning.” “Im not staying here a second longer” you say your voice raising. He shakes his head leaning down so yalls faces are mere inches apart “you’re not I’m control here” he whispers moving towards your ear before speaking again “… I am” he lets out a stifled laugh. You couldn’t help but blush. Even I’m this relatively high stake situation the way he whispered that managed to get to you. You bit your cheek looking up at him though your eyelashes. “What?” Chuckles “Cat for your tongue?” He looks down at you making you look away “now now” Matt says grabbing your chin and making you face him. You look at him before speaking “𝐈𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮…” you say as confidently as you could. Matt drops your chin. Smirking. “Well aren’t you something” he laughs. “Im gonna have fun with you.”

𝐡𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬! 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫! 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐲

𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 (𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝)

!! 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐅 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 !!

𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐥

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darkfantasyprincess23 · 6 months ago

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b0nemarr0ws0up · 2 months ago

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Sigh, when is someone gonna steal me away and make me their little housewife. Dress me up in flowy dresses and have me cook and clean for them. Sighhhh

#paraphile #pro paraphile #ftm nsft #hot dads #@ge g4p #paraphilia #kiddnapping #housewife #i <3 romanticizing horrible things that i want to happen to me

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admrlthundrbolt · 2 months ago

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The Phoenix (Phoenix Avdol x Chubby Reader)

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After fate brought him the love of his life. How will Avdol deal with introducing them to the supernatural side of his life. It seems he won't have a choice in the matter with a monster lurking around.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. Avdol is severely underrated and in need of some tlc. With a side of angst honestly, but everything is a bit of good and bad. I mean how else could we appreciate the good times. Like our lovely Egyptian phoenix man.

Anywho I hope you enjoy.

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The morning light filtered through the sheer curtains. It was always nice to start with a sunny day. As long as it wasn't your alarm. Shifting his face from the light, his squinting gaze shifted to you.

He had never expected someone like you to turn up in his life. But it seemed even fortunate tellers didn't know everything about their own future. Though as his eyes made their way down your supple, plush form. He couldn't keep the smile from settling on his face. Your beauty shone so brightly, it took all he could to not be blinded. You were dazzling body and mind. He was sure he wouldn't meet another that could make his heart soar so freely.

He tore his gaze from you for a moment. Taking note of how high the sun was in the sky. Huffing at how quickly the day could fade away, he shifted. Running a strong warm hand along your curves his smile widened. You turn into his touch so easily. Seeking him out and wrapping yourself snuggly around him. Legs and arms nestling about his form in practiced grace.

He chuckled at your attempts to keep him in bed. Kissing the top of your head, he said. “My love, the day waits for no one.”

With a heavy sigh, you buried yourself deeper into his embrace. “Neither does the evening.” Lifting your head you glared out at the far too lofty sun. “Though I suppose it would be much harder to get things done by moonlight.” Then a mischievous smile tilted your lips up.

Leaning forward your mouth molds to his in a familiar dance. He is quick to respond. Moving his lips with your in practiced ease. It was slow and sensual, neither of you in a rush to move things forward.

Pulling back with flushed cheeks, you pecked his lips once more. Then lept from bed and raced for the bathroom. Shaking his head in amusement, he made a slower exit from the much to warm blankets. The sensation made him pause.

Glancing between the anomaly and the doorway you darted through. He shook away the thoughts troubling his mind. There were secrets best kept from you. Be it to protect you or keep his true nature from you. He didn't want to think about such things now.

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The morning did not stay as peaceful as he would have like. No, just as the day started shifting into afternoon they had an unexpected visitor. Loud impatient knocks filled the house. Followed by an equally enthused voice.

“Avdol, what's taking you so long! Open this blasted door already.” And as much as he was trying to get to the door. You managed to beat him to it. Standing just behind you, he nodded at the other man as the door swung open.

A bright smile graced your face as you greeted the older man. “Mr. Joestar, what a pleasant surprise. Please come in.” Your warmth filled the front door in a delightful way.

Smiling broadly down at you, he pats your head. “Great to see you as always little miss. And how many times have i told you just call me Joseph.” Shaking his head at your polite tendency, he looked over to Avdol. “Has this bird brain been treating you well?” The nickname caused the darker man to shoot him a withering look. Why he had to push everyone's buttons was beyond him.

Noticing the change in your partner's demeanor, you placed a soft hand on his arm. “He treats me better than I could hope for, Mr. Joestar.” Your tone took on a teasing manner by the end. While you had a certain amount of respect for the older man. You were always there to back up your partner.

His gaze wandered down to you. A small smile settled onto his usually stoic visage. You really were a treasure to behold. The ever burning sun in his wide open sky. He would follow your brightness for eternity. Wrapping an arm around your bountiful waist, he said. “As it should be. Now what can I do for you Mr. Joestar?”

The older man didn't miss the way that his associate's tone matched your own when saying his name. You really did bring out a side in Avdol that he would have never guessed was there. It was good for the younger man. He carried a burden the oracle didn't want to think about. “Something's come up, let's go to your office and discuss it.”

Expression becoming somber, he led the man further into the house. But not before pecking you on the forhead. Reassuring you they would only be a moment.

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Avdol had to keep himself still. As much as he wanted to pace a hole in the floor, it wouldn't help. “How long has that creature been in the city?” The very thought of that monster made his skin crawl. Though it was particularly disturbing how nearby he had migrated. It sent a chill down his spine imagining how close he could be right now.

Nodding his head grimly, an uncharacteristically solemn look took over his face. “From what I've been able to seen. My visions have not been pleasent.” He rubbed a weathered hand across his weary face. “My family has been dealing with this evil for decades. I hate to pull you into this. But we can use all the help we can get.” His face hardened further. “I've even brought in Jotaro.”

The younger man's faces him in shock. The last thing Joseph would want was to bring his family further into this. It seems the situation had escalated faster than he could have guessed.

Still the thought of leaving you here bothered him. While you had both cultivated a comfortable home. Asking you to stay in it by yourself. It was tearing him apart. But the innocent lives that Dio could be taking. It was something his concise couldn't bear. “I'll be ready by this evening. Just allow that long for the preparations.”

Placing a firm hand on the his shoulder, the other man seemed to relax. “Thank you for this.”

With a nod, he left to gather his supplies. Thinking all the while how he could explain this to you.

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He began packing a bag. Trying to convince himself that it was the practical start. Not that he was avoiding bringing up his trip to you. Even his inner thoughts scoffed at the justification. It took less time than he wanted to finish the task. Not nearly enough time to gather his thoughts.

This wouldn't be the first time he had half told the truth. He didn't want you to get involved with this part of his life. As much as he was sure you would accept the more supernatural parts of him. He didn't want you involved in dangerous situations. So gathering his resolve, he went to give you the news.

He paused in the doorway of the kitchen. You were radiant as always. The smile that graced your full face was beaming. You were laughing at a joke the older man had made. Making you plush body bounce in a most tantalizing way. Though that smile dimmed as you noticed his stoic expression and bag.

Realizing the change in atmosphere, Joseph excuses himself. Deciding that waiting outside was the better choice. He truly hated pulling Avdol from your side. But desperate times call for desperate measures.

He hesitated, not wanting to lie to you. Everytime he had to talk around the truth, it would leave an awful taste in his mouth. Making him hate this part of his life just a bit more. Though you didn't give him long to gather himself. “Is it important?”

He was shocked by your blunt tone. But in all reality it shouldn't have surprised him. There were only so many secrets you could keep from someone you love. “It is…lives are at stake.”

A solemn nod was your reply. Though there were many things you wanted, no needed to know. You were afraid of what the answers could be. So with a tremble in your voice, you said. “If that's so then I won't stop you. But know that I want the full truth when you get back.”

He agreed with hesitation. It seemed there were monsters knocking on his back door. And it would be a much larger risk if you weren't prepared. Taking your plush body and pulling it into his own, he gripped you close. “I promise my love. When I return all your questions will be welcomed.”

Nodding into his warm chest, you tucked yourself further in. Not willing to let him glimpsing the tears clinging to your eyelashes.

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He journeys back to your shared home with a new weight on his shoulders. They were unsuccessfull in taking down the monster for good. Though he did get an almost fatal blow in. They had to retreat due to Kakyoin, a kitsune, receiving grave injuries. The group is hopeful that he will recover quickly.

But that wasn't the only thing bearing down on him. How would he break the news to you. That he was more beast than man. Born into the legend of the Pheonix. He hoped you would accept him in all forms. Still even if that was true, how would you take his unusual missions. Fighting evil beings, all the while you sat at home. He prayed that the news would not make you worry yourself to death. He knew your will was strong, but that didn't stop his anxiety.

His thoughts were abruptly cut off by a frightening sight. The front door of your home was torn from it's hinges. Without a second glance at the half destroyed door, he sprinted inside. Large gouges were taken out of the door jam. But that wasn't what held his attention. It was as if a tornado swept through the entryway. Nothing was in it's proper place and most of it lay broken. A discarded slipper rests on it's side in the middle of the devastation. Splattered with a familiar all too dark blood.

You had been taken by the very thing he was attempting to destroy.

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Struggling with the ropes that held you down. You glare at the deplorable creature across from you. To any other person he may seem like a handsome man. Though you had seen his true colors right away. Knowing that no friend of Avdol's would seek you out in his absence.

It hadn't taken long for his resolve to crumble away and his true monstrous form to show. Forcing his way in, ripping the door away. The beast slashes his way towards you. Grabbing the nearest thing to brandish at him, you swung an umbrella. Unbeknownst to you, it had been coated in silver. Making it a great weapon against your attacker. Your partner was protecting you in ways you could have never anticipated.

The monster howled in pain and knocks the weapon aside. Snatching you up and hurrying away.

Now you were staring each other down in an abandoned warehouse. It wasn't his first choice, but with the quickly approaching sunrise. He didn't have the luxury of being picky. Still it was an appropriate place as any for a trap. Now he only need wait.

And what better way to entertain himself than making conversation with you. “My my. The fortune teller found himself a delectable treat.” Slowly making his way across the room. He languidly leans down, taking a deep breath. Your scent filling his lungs in a decadent manner. “Honestly, a morsel like you should be better protected.”

Spitting in his face, you take care to aim for the fresh mark you had given him. “Did well enough to give you that.” You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of reveling in your fear. Avdol may have his secrets, but you know he would come for you. Hopefully sooner rather than later.

Your head snapped to the side and cheek stung sharply. He smiled as the sound echoed in the vacant building. Placing a delicate touch to the newly mared skin, he tittered. “Thank you for the reminder. I suppose I should return the favor after all.” Gripping your chin in one hand, the other trailing along the contours of your face. “But what to do? What would be equal to blemishing I the Great Dio's visage?” His grip becomes harsher as he list off the possible punishments. “A scratch, an ear, or perhaps your eyes. Yes, it would be an awful shame if you could never see your love again. That's if he even comes to your rescue.” He hissed out the threats with glee. Allowing the peril to linger in the air.

You have to force tears from your vision. You wouldn't let this creature sway you. Your love would come for you. It was only a matter of time.

As if summoned with by your will alone. What seems like an asteroid burst through the ceiling. Your name rings throughout the room in a familiar baritone. There stood your Avdol, wreathed in glorious flames. He had become equal parts bird and man. You had never thought that he could become more beautiful. But it seems your love would prove you wrong. The smell of fire lingers in your nose in an oddly comforting way.

Ripping the man looming over you, all in a blink. Before he could make his way back to you. He became locked in combat with the monster who had caused this all.

They tumbled through the room, neither seeming to get the upper hand. Each man keeping up with the other. Where Dio made up for with speed, Avdol bested him with strength.

Your struggle against your bonds had renewed. You wouldn't sit on the side lines while your partner was fighting against such a horrid being. But no matter how much force you put on your prison, they didn't budge.

A sudden touch to you shoulder coerced your gaze from the battle. Joseph put a finger to his lips and got to work. Unting the bindings and getting you to your feet. You noticed an odd group behind him. A shadowy knight in full armor, what appeared to be a purple demon, and a bandaged fox man. When your eyes returned to the older man, you noticed the new glaze his gaze held.

After giving you a once over, the older man jerks his head towards the fight. In a moment the demonic man launched himself into the fray. Catapulting the blonde monstrosity away from your love. The group chased after the pair. Joseph calling over his shoulder for Avdol to follow when he could.

Rushing to his side, you pulled him into your arms. Causing the man to wince in pain. Peppering his face in kisses, your hold on him becomes firmer. Taking his scuffed face into your gentle grasp. You run your thumbs along his curving facial scars and frown. “You shouldn't have kept this from me.” He attempts to agree with you, but you silence him with a look. “But I'm sure you had your reasons. And I can't say that I wouldn't have done the same. Especially with the given circumstances. We can worry about that later though.” Pausing to give him a passionate kiss, you push him towards the exit. “Now go take care of business.”

Turning back to you, he scoops your plush body into his arms. Returning your fiery kiss with one of his own. “Anything for you my love." And with that he took off after the creature that would threaten so much. Knowing that you would be there when he got back. The feeling causing him to burn all the brighter.

#jojo no kimyou na bouken #jojo's bizarre adventure #chubby reader #plus size reader #mohammed avdol #muhammad avdol #chubby reader x avdol #romance #joseph joestar #dio brando #alternate universe #supernatural elements #established relationship #injury #fighting #face slap #battle #kiddnapping #secrets

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debiliz-m · 14 days ago

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Today is Friday the 13th. Why am I not being chased by some scary man in a mask through the forest? 😩😩

#horror kink #fear k!nk #fear play #stalking k!nk #kiddnapping #bd/sm community

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tuukster · 3 months ago

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Dark Paradise (Kylo Ren x Reader)- Chapter One

Taken from your original planet filled with sparkling waters and ocean creatures far more beautiful than one could comprehend, you are now trapped in a glass cage forced to entertain your kidnappers and the horrendous guests that gaze upon your form. Sirens were thought to be a myth in the galaxy, but when commander Kylo Ren hears rumors that one has been captured he lets his curiosity take control.

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The hot surface of the rock I lay on scorches my exposed skin and scales, the burning beams of light from the many suns that sit in the sky warms my body. Water crashes against the surfaces around me leaving droplets of water to lick my skin, leaving a small cooling trail. Around me the air is quiet other than the peaceful sounds of waves crashing into one another. Salt sits in the air making it difficult to breathe; with one last stretch of my arms I open my eyes once more blinded momentarily by the sunlight that sits atop the water.

Rolling over now laying on my stomach I hum to myself, using a corner of the rock I pull my body into the water head first dragging my lower half in with me. There was a slight shock as the water is much colder than the hot rock I was just laying on, looking around I see the normal sea creatures carrying on with their day. Swimming through large corals that tower just below the surface of the water, lowering my hand to the sea floor the sea grass tickles in between my fingers.

A small group of fish follows beside my tail, a few get too close and get spun around from the small current my tail makes. Rolling my eyes I swim past the pods of reefs and jagged rocks that go past the surface of the water. Eventually, I reach the drop off.

The water is significantly cooler than in the reef pods but this is where I call home. The school of fish swims past my body and I’m once again left to be alone.

Taking a deep breath in of the cold water I swim down into the drop off. The sunlight dulls as I push deeper… deeper… and deeper in the caverns. I can no longer hear the crashing waves or swishing of fish as they dash past me. Instead there’s a harmonious humming, soft and sweet. Bioluminescent coral line the walls of rock giving off soft glows of blue and green, lighting the way while I swim.

Swimming past open caves I see the other women practicing their singing, gossiping with one another or weaving baskets out of the thick kelp that grows in the forest close by. Offering quiet hellos to one another I don't take the time to stop and have a meaningful conversation; it isn’t long before I reach my cave. There’s a small magma vent in the corner providing warmth to my skin with my piles of treasure’s spilling over the basket they were intended to stay inside of.

There’s a quick swishing of water behind me and I already know who it is, without turning around I know Maeve has come to pester me once again.

”Good morning Maeve.”

“I bet it was a good morning for you (F/n).” Her voice is strong and has an undertone of annoyance laced through.

“I wish to enjoy my day Maeve, so if you have nothing purposeful to say then leave.” Turning around, Maeve is sitting on the rock beside the opening of my chambers. Blue hues reflect off of her pearly white skin, her fiery red hair reminds me of the lava that resides inside of the vents as it swirls around in the water. Like many of the other sirens Maeve chooses to have her chest bare so that they may entice any creature even more when they look upon them, in doing so her sandstone colored scales emphasize her body even more.

Holding her nails close to her face she inspects them one-by-one, “Why is it that you wish to flaunt yourself to those on the surface? If you haven’t noticed you’re a siren, and with being what we are we must up-“

Cutting her off I finish her sentence “uphold the divine gifts we are given. I have heard you scold me before Maeve! And besides for your information all I do is bask in the sun.” Pushing my hair out of my face I sit in my kelp pile, turning to look at the steady stream of bubbles that erupt from the vent.

”Clearly you never retained any of the stories the mothers have told us,” Her tail swishes in my direction causing the stream of bubbles to be disrupted “If you wish to have yourself killed you may as well go into the mouth of a glaskum, at least then your death will have some purpose.”

Rolling my eyes I lay down in the kelp grunting at how everyone assumes I have a death wish for going to the surface; its deep rooted in our culture that a siren should be spotted, not seen. So to presumably “flaunt” ourselves to the surface is seen as foolish, and disgraceful.

I on the other hand don't see the harm this could cause, from our knowledge there is no other intelligent creature that resides in our sea. So how could something so innocent cause harm to myself or others?

Swimming over to a reflective rock that sits beside my hoard of shining metals I remove the jewelry that hangs from my neck. Digging through the pile many catch my eye but one stands out the most. Picking up the gold chain ruby's drip down like the crimson blood from a kill of ours, placing it on my neck the dark red compliments my skin beautifully. Grabbing a few other pearls and simple necklaces that hang low enough to cover my chest I make my way out of my cave once more, needing to feel the sun on my skin once more I make way back to the surface.

Finding my preferred rock once more I pull myself out of the water, dragging my cold scale against the burning surface. Looking down at my chest I smile at how my jewels shimmer in the sun, but more so I adore how the rubys brighten from the rays of light that shine down on my form. Laying down on the rock I listen to the waves crash against the judding rocks nearby, closing my eyes I shield my vision from the brightness that kisses the water.

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

It happened in an instant, as I was once laying on my rock alone as I had done thousands of times before. The feeling of hands gripping tightly around my arms caused my eyes to shoot open, but before my eyes could lay on the people that now hold me my head was covered in white. Instinctively I screech in such a high pitch that I cause my own ears to ring, pleading for whoever is holding me to let me free.

Grasping at whatever cloth or skin I could feel my nails dig deep, I must have dug myself into someone as they squeal out in pain. Hoping this was my opportunity to escape I flailed around slapping my tail down splashing the edge of the water. This was what the mothers have warned us about, tails of men taking our sisters and using them for pleasure before stripping them of their scales leaving them to bleed out on the shores just far enough away from the water.

From a young age we were taught to drown all of those that come close, using all my might I try to flail and shove in hopes we will fall into the sea. There I have a chance to survive, and once they’re in I’ll drag them to the depths of the drop off where me and my sisters will feed upon them. Any creator that dares to lay their hands on us deserves to be killed, and have their corpses rot at the deepest depths of the ocean.

Screaming once more my tail slaps against the rock once more before a sharp pain hits the side of my head, my eyes feel as if they will pop out at any sudden movement. Closing my eyes to lessen the pain my body goes limp and before I could protest I lose consciousness…

𓏸𓈒𓇼~~~~~~𓇼𓈒𓏸

And that is where I now lay, the coarse sand from some foreign sea scrapes at my skin leaving cuts that the eye can't see. My kidnappers had the common currency to give my new “home” a small cave that I presume is where I’m intended to sleep, but how am I expected to rest in a place that is so foreign to me? My body is slowly rejecting the water I breath, dull aches pulse through my tail and my fins are limp. Holding up my right hand it seems that even my skin is losing color, I’m unsure of whether my body is simply dying or the sadness and fear that resides in my soul is reflected in my appearance.

Pulling at one of my braids I begin to untangle to knott that had kept my locks from slipping away, using my nails I slowly attempt to comb through to keep my hair from becoming a tangled mess. Even in the situation I find myself in I can’t help but find myself fixing my appearance; unlike the other sirens that had chosen to make homes near my sleeping chamber I kept up with my appearance. Taking the time to comb through my hair, making sure to fix my braids every morning and even collecting lost treasure that dangles from my neck to cover my breast. They would often taunt me saying how pointless it was to keep up on my appearance, saying that no matter what creatures would become enamored with us just by simply meeting our gaze.

But I wanted to do more than enamor, I wanted them to feel lustful, trapped under my very presence. In the end…. I succeeded in what I wished for. Now I am to be forever forced to be looked upon with lustful hungry eyes, and I am the one who has found themselves to be trapped….

Releasing the hair I was once holding I wrap my arms around my chest, curling my tail to become a ball. Sucking in the suffocating water a quiet sob fills the water, with every moment my sobs become louder turning into a bubbly rage. Digging my sharp nails into my tough scales all I can do is cry. For the first time in my life I wished I was some other creature that lives on land, so that I may cry to let my tears fall down my face instead of mixing with the water around me as soon as they leave my eyes.

#fanfic #kylo ren #kylo x reader #star wars #sirencore #x reader #fated mates #kiddnapping #protective

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sleepy3012 · 6 months ago

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Our baby: A Hello Nieghbor Fanic

Summary: Mr Peterson and Diane kidnap Nicky

It was a cloudy day in raven brooks, Nicky's best friends Aaron and Mya both had died in a car acident and only Mr.Peterson survived.

Its been a week scince that happen and he still felt sick thinking about that.

Nicky layed on his bed, out of all his friends...it had to be Aaron and Mya.

Its not like he wanted this to happen to his other friends..but why them?

He didn't want to go to school, Finch was alteady bullying him what else could go wrong?

He sat up and changed into his everyday clothes, putted on his jacket and walked down the stairs.

when he reached the door he spoted his mom in the kitchen.

"Hey honey, do you feel better now? His mom asked

"Yeah...I guess so, i'm just going to go out for some fresh air and to play" Nicky said

"Okay but come back before sundown okay? Love you." His mom said blowing a kiss

"I Love you to mom" Nicky said leaving the house

Meanwhile the Peterson's house:

"I Can't live like this anymore Tedy!" Diane sobed sitting in the kitchen table with her husband

"I know sweet heart." Mr Peterson sighed

"I want my baby's back, I just want a baby...do you think we can-" Diane couldn't finished her statement

"Diane look, I know we can try but...we can't the doctors already said so...i'm very sorry." Mr Peterson said

"It's okay Ted it's not your fault." Diane replied

"No it is, I should have been paying attition on the road instead of making jokes with the kids." Mr Peterson said

Diane really missed both of her baby's and she really didn't like seeing her husband like this....

They both sat at the table thinking what they could do

When all of a suddun Diane gasped which made Mr Peterson snap out of his thoughts

"Honey are you okay?" He asked

"Tedy look!" Diane said with a happy look on her face

Mr Peterson looked out the window to see Nicky sadly playing with kick ball

"Oh...OH!" Mr Peterson said now knowing what that meant

"Tedy Nicolas can be our baby! He was great friends with Aaron and Mya he made me feel like I was his mother before!" Diane said

"You're right, he's a good replacment he would sure love to be with us!" Mr Peterson replied

They both stood up and made a plan

Meanwhile Nicky:

He kicked the ball down the street running to get his mind off of Aaron and Mya.

He didn't want this, why did it have to be his Best friends that died, why not someone else?

Did he do something wrong? What if they never went with Mr Peterson would they still be alive?

The ball landed by the Peterson's house and Nicky ran towards the ball.

He bend down to get the ball until a gloved hand covered his mouth and began to drag him inside the house.

Nicky Sruggled against the grip but failed to be free, his screams were turned into muffuled sounds.

When he was inside the house the gloved hand was removed from his mouth and he was shocked to see that it was Mr Peterson

Mr Peterson stood there grining at the boy and he turned around to lock the door.

Nicky back away and was stoped by Mr Peterson giving him a hug, he was speachless.

"Oh how much I miss this feeling~" Mr Peterson said

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING LET ME GO" Nicky screamed but Mr Peterson ignored him

He kept hugging him until he stood up picking Nicky up in his strong arms

"Don't worry son i'll go put you in bed and in the morning we'll talk about some if the rules your mom and I planed for you~" Mr Peterson said

Nicky was shocked of what Mr Peterson had just called him, 'did he just say...SON?' Nicky thought

Mr Peterson walked up the stairs with Nicky in his arms struggling

When they got to the kids room Mr Peterson layed Nicky on Aaron's bed and walked towards the door

"Now you stay here while mommy gets dinner ready.~" Mr Peterson said in a sweet voice

Mr Peterson left the room and Nicky began to go into panic mode, WTH was going on?!

Why was Mr Peterson calling him Son and saying Mommy?

Is he out of his mind or something Nicky tired to look for an escape but the door was locked and the windows were boarded up.

Nicky heard the door knob twist and he ran back to the bed and sat there.

When the door opened he was glad to see Mrs Peterson walk in

He was about to say how his husband was acting wierd until he heard her say

"How is my little baby doing? Are you hungry? Don't worry mommy will feed you~."

Nicky lost hope in that moment

He tried to get up but Diane stoped him and sat him back down Mr Peterson came in and holded Nicky down as the food went inside his mouth.

Nicky didn't want to swallow afriad of what could be inside the food.

Mr Peterson holded Nicky nose, He wasn't able to breath so he swallowed the food and he then was able to breath again.

A few minutes passed of this process until it was finally over

Nicky was catching his breath, his heart was beating fast he just wanted to go home.

" I'm so sorry my sweet baby but if you don't listen me and Tedy will have to go by force, now why don't you go to sleep." Diane said

Then out of nowhere Nicky felt a sharp pain in his neck, he turned his head to see Mr Peterson injecting him with a liquid.

"Shhhhh go to sleep our little angel, when you wake up, we will have a bit of fun~"

Those were the last words Nicky heard from Mr Peterson before he went limp in Mr Peterson's arms.

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #nicky roth #mr peterson #diane peterson #aaron peterson #mya peterson #kiddnapping #drug usage #desperate

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