#IS THAT SHE FUCKING WILL WAIT FOR HER PREY TO NOTICE SHE IS RIGHT BEHIND THEM B/C SHE FUCKING CRAVES THEIR LOOK OF FEAR

[nerdcrawfish]

I think my cat gets cuteness aggression towards me. Like sometimes I'll do something and she'll like stare for 2.5 seconds before finding SOMETHING to do the roll over and claw out it's belly attack on whime making insane eye contact.

I KNOW she doesn't want to kill me.

She let's me pick her up, pet HER EYELIDS, she kneads on me A LOT, she sleeps on me, she plays with me. She'll yell for me when I'm behind a closed door or gone (apparently). Also HILARIOUSLY when I "cheat" on her by petting my dog or another cat she gets PISSED but ONLY ever takes it out on the other animals by beating them up.

So I'm pretty sure she gets cuteness aggression when it comes to me.

Just like sometimes she's co cute I have to punch a wall and kick something while screaming.

[yasministration]

mind blowing kisser - platonic!marauders

summary: your friend group finds out something shocking about you, Hogwarts's biggest heartthrob. wc: 1.5k cw: undertones of remus x reader, talks of sex, suggestive(?)

A charming smile that swept boys and girls alike off their feet. Confidence that had teachers and students agreeing with any word that came tumbling out of your mouth. Luring eyes attracting prey after prey into your arms, whether it be at a party or from across the library. A roster of people lining up in front of you that had Sirius Black intimidated. Everyone wanted you, and not a single person could deny that.

Some people were genuinely intimidated to approach your friend group, and you weren't surprised. Why wouldn't they when you had the two heart throbs, the scariest student at Hogwarts, both Head Students, and a raging lesbian? That’s why everyone left your favourite spot in the common room empty, whether you were there or not. And it was always available for after parties like this one. You slumped down on the couch next to Remus, snatching his bottle of beer and taking a sip before pulling a face. Sometimes you were intoxicated enough to forget you hated beer — this was not one of those times.

“He a good kisser?” Asked Marlene from the armchair she was vacating, watching as you waved goodbye to the Hufflepuff you'd been making out with. You shrugged, letting the smile drop from your face when you turned back around. “Just enough.” “Not enough for you to take to bed?” Questioned Sirius, hiding his smirk from behind his own beer bottle. “You say that as though I sleep around.” You didn’t mean to get the entire group laughing, but you couldn’t help the smile on your face at their cluelessness. “Right, because how many people have you slept with? One? Three hundred?” You threw your head back with a laugh at Lily’s comment, eyes attracted to where she and James held hands tightly.

“Why, how many have you slept with Sirius?” You asked, suddenly curious. He winced, lips moving silently as he counted the numbers in his head. “Like twelve?” You hummed apprehensively. “Thought it would be more.” “More? Lady, you’re really scaring me here.” He shot back, eyes wide in shot. “Genuinely sweetheart, how many is it?” Pushed Marlene.

You turned to Remus, now holding you snug against him by the arm around your shoulders. The boy smiled at you, noticing the mischievous glint in your eyes. “They’re not going to believe me when I tell them.” Remus chuckled at your loud whisper, watching as you started giggling to yourself. “Oh I can’t wait to see your faces when I tell you.” You announced, feeling your cheeks heat up as you continued laughing. Remus swallowed thickly, trying not to think about the number. Lily, sat directly facing you on the warm rug with her boyfriend, looked terribly concerned for your wellbeing.

“Okay, ready?” You asked, scanning the group one last time. “Wait!” Yelled Sirius, “Let’s place bets!” You nodded, seeing Remus roll his eyes from your peripheral vision. “Is that appropriate?” He rubbed your arm softly, and you turned to him again, telling him “Let them.” He was confused for a moment. Were you under the impression he knew how many people you slept with?

“Okay,” Marlene announced, “I want twelve, I’m matching Sirius’s count. Lily says seventeen, James says seven, okay odd man out. Sirius?” “Twenty three.” You gasped loudly, putting your hand out towards Sirius in a theatrical gesture. “I think you’ve had enough to drink, Mr. Black.”

“Oh just spill, will you?” He countered. “Okay, here we go.” You took a deep breath, taking one last look at each of your friends’ faces before finally saying. “I’m a virgin.”

Marlene screamed, standing up and pointing an accusatory finger at you. “You’re a fucking liar is what you are.” Said Sirius with an unimpressed look on his face. “Zero?” You heard Remus mumble. He just wished you didn't sense the relief in his voice. “And I wasn’t hiding it either. If you’d asked, I’d have told you.” Marlene shook her head.

“Lies, because when I asked last week how it was with Rosier, you said-”

“Good. I said it was good.”

“And then I asked if it was mind blowing and you said-”

“Not really… Because what’s so mind blowing about a good make out sess?”

Lily suddenly gasped. “You sneaky little- so just because we’ve never said the word sex in the questions, you didn’t - oh my godric.” You shrugged, a smile on your face. “Wait so how has the entire castle been fooled?” Asked James, looking at you with genuine interest. “I mean boys in the Quidditch locker rooms talk about you all the time.”

“People exaggerate things. I’ll give a hand job here and there, and when they can’t get it up again I’ll just say it was shame and they’ll leave. I guess they’re just too embarrassed to reveal those details. And you’d be surprised by the amount of guys who cum in their trousers from a little kissing and grinding.” You heard Remus’s breath hitch in his throat. “You’re joking, right?” Clarified Sirius. You shook your head. “I’ve never tried hiding the fact that I’m a virgin. Thought you’d know.” You turned your head towards Remus, finally looking at him in the eyes.

“When I asked if you slept with Malfoy, you said no. Said you didn’t sleep around. I thought you meant you didn’t sleep around much. When you came back from Davies’s dorm, I asked you about it and you said ‘these boys are disappointing. A little kissing and they’re done for.’ I thought you meant kissing while fucking. Jesus, it’s been right in front of our faces.” Remus ranted breathily, looking at you with a confused expression.

“So Hogwarts’s number one heartthrob is a virgin?” Gasped Sirius. “Kissing enough guys made people think you’re sleeping with them all?”

“I’m good at what I do, Sirius, there’s no denying that.” His face flushed red, and from across the couch, you saw his eyes flicker down to your lips. "Mind blowing kisser, in fact." “You see - that!” Marlene cried, sitting back down. “You’re so confident, and you could have anyone. So - so why haven’t you?”

You leaned your back against the couch, stealing Remus’s beer from him again and taking a long sip. “I just - I enjoy kissing people, you know? And I don’t want to have sex with any of these guys who are only interested in that. Like they all hope they’ll sleep with me and then steal my heart so they can be the ones to break it. I want-” You huffed, downing the rest of Remus’s beer. The boy huffed, pushing you to the side in mock annoyance. You laughed lightly. “I want someone I have a genuine connection with. An emotional commitment before a physical one.”

Your eyes followed Remus as he got up to fetch another beer, and you saw him grab a pre-mixed cocktail. He opened both bottles, handing you the watermelon flavoured drink, and you smiled at him softly. A long silence fell on the group, watching as you thanked him with a loving look in your eyes.

“Godric,” started Sirius, breaking the comfortable silence, “You must masturbate like-” “Never.” You cut in. It was his turn to scream now, and even James and Lily’s jaws dropped. You started laughing again as you took another sip of your drink. “Not my thing.” “But you have, right?” Asked Marlene, a desperate look in her eyes. You shook your head.

“So the biggest heartthrob at Hogwarts isn’t only a virgin, but has never had an orgasm.” You nodded at Lily’s shocked words. She was discovering a whole new side of her best friend. “Hogwarts’s biggest heartthrob is actually Hogwarts’s biggest prude.” You grinned, almost proudly, at Sirius’s words.

You stood suddenly, putting your drink down on the table and stretching your back in an exaggerated manner. “Well, I’m going to go have another peaceful, virgin night’s sleep.” Marlene cackled at your comment, and you squeezed Remus’s outstretched hand as you passed by. It was easy to notice how relieved he was to know that you didn't sleep around. That maybe, his amateur skills in bed could impress you.

“Hey y/n?” You spun around, hand still holding Remus’s. You hummed at Sirius’s call, tossing your hair out of your face. “I’m not drunk enough now, but next time, I’m finding out just how good of a kisser you are.” You winked at your friend, missing the glare Remus sent his way. You bent down, pressing a kiss on Remus’s forehead. The unsuspecting boy jumped at the feelings of your soft lips on his forehead, and he turned to wave bye at you, but you had already turned your back to him and were halfway up the stairs.

Once you were out of earshot, Sirius laughed loudly, clutching his sides. “Oh, should’ve seen his fucking face! Chill out, Remus, I am not stealing your girl.”

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[ov6rheated]

visitors

dom!billie x fem!reader

summary: billie can’t resist you even when she should.

warnings: smut, fluff (?), small mommy kink, use of strap-on

word count: 1387

maggie had invited you two over for dinner. she missed her billie so much, and she even wanted the two of you to stay the night.

it was a saturday night, and you and billie had just arrived with luggage.

“it’s only for a night. why so much luggage?” maggie asks, immediately helping.

billie and you chuckled once she took the luggage. “mom, we’re just prepared,” she said.

more than half of the luggage wasn’t even yours. you packed enough for yourself, knowing you wouldn’t need much. you also wondered why she packed so much and what she packed. you didn’t bother asking, not being so worried about it, but now you see that she overpacked too much.

you two walked into the guest room and settle down before going back into the kitchen with maggie. she noticed that the two of you won’t let go of each other, and no one had hugged her yet.

“guys, i don’t bite. where’s my hug?” she giggled before breaking the two of you apart and hugging the each of you.

billie and you helped maggie cook, but she wouldn’t get her hands off of you. it seemed like only you were helping, and she was too busy kissing your neck. every time you were over the stove, she came behind you and kissed behind your ear, to your neck, then shoulder. you couldn’t deny that you loved it but, gosh.

“billie… chill out,” you plead softly, not loud enough for maggie to hear.

she ignored your protest, and started sneaking her hand under your leggings. you move her hand and move away, not wanting to do too much in front of her mother.

you look back at her as you cook with maggie, seeing her staring at you like you were her prey. it made you nervous, and it felt like your stomach was turning.

eventually, dinner was ready. patrick even joined the three of you for dinner after coming home. her parents questioned you about work and how billie was treating you (in a playful way).

during dinner you felt like billie’s eyes were piercing into your body as she stared at you. she ended up reaching over to grab your thigh. she scooted closer, and she began moving her hand up abnormally high.

she reached your heat, trying to brush her middle finger over you clit through your leggings. you keep speaking, closing your legs to try to stop her.

once she finally wiggled her way through, she had the slightest contact with your clit, you slightly jolted forward. you grab her hand, moving it away from you. it would be so embarrassing to make a scene in front of her parents all because she was horny.

for the rest of dinner, you two kept up this fight, and you were starting to get turned on too. you just couldn’t fold that easily. you thought you’d have to wait until you go home to get rid of the tension, but she thought otherwise

once dinner was over, everyone said their goodnights and head to their rooms. once you and billie reach the guest room, you close and lock the door.

“what the fuck was that?” you ask, obviously frustrated.

“oh don’t act like you don’t like it, baby,” she says and steps closer before continuing, “i could feel how wet you were getting.”

you roll your eyes, not denying what she said. “well, in front of your parents is wild, billie. you couldn’t wait a few more minutes?” you ask.

“god, fuck no, y/n. look at you.” she steps towards you again, closing the space between you.

it was so obvious how turned on she made you, even while hiding it. you look into her eyes, and see the desire and lust.

“well- uh- maggie was right about you over packing. what the fuck did you even bring?” you ask.

you try to change the subject, trying to get rid of the tension. it felt so wrong to try to have sex under her parents’ roof.

“you’ll see soon, angel,” she says as her hand grips your jaw.

billie leaned forward, your lips only being inches apart. she could see that you wanted this as much as she did, but you were being stubborn.

“billie, no. we aren’t doing this. we’re your parents visitors for the night, and these walls seem pretty thin.” you say, trying to move away from her, but billie’s grip was just too strong.

“you can be quiet, hm? right baby?” her voice became soft, it hypnotizing you. she knew exactly what she was doing to you.

she tilts her head, still waiting for an answer. you try think about it and decided. why not?

“okay, billie. but not too much noise,” you say. she smiled softly before releasing your chin and turning around to one of the suitcases.

you watch her, already figuring out what it is. she brought every sex toy you two owned. you scoff and chuckle to yourself, watching her dig through the bag.

“seriously billie?” she even chuckled as well, still grabbing things.

“shut up and strip, mama. get comfortable,” she said as she started to undress too.

you start peeling your clothes off, deciding to tease her and keep your bra and thong on. you lay back on the bed and keep watching her, seeing which dildo she chooses.

once she finishes, she walks over to you, wearing a sports bra and boxers. the dildo bobs in between her legs on the strap-on, and she decided to choose the longest and thickest one, knowing how you react to that. you became nervous and stared at it.

“billie… i don’t know.” she sees your nervousness and pecks your lips before effortlessly lifting you up.

“it’s okay, baby. i got you,” she says softly once she sits on a chair in the guest room.

she sees that your still wearing your thong, giving you a dangerous look because she knows what you’re doing. you fix your actions almost immediately, pulling them off. her hands stayed on your hips and she lowered you on her cock.

you hissed from how thick and long it was. your nails dug into her shoulders as you adjusted to the size. “remember to breathe mama. i got you.”

you take a deep breath and start moving your hips. you bite your lip to hide your moans, not wanting to be too loud.

you wanted to make her feel good too, but it seemed like she was just watching you. “you wanna make me feel good, angel?” you nodded.

“then move,” she says, the strap brushing against her clit nicely. she was encouraging you to go faster, her hands still on your hips.

you start going faster, your eyes rolling back as you kept going. you reached behind you to unclasp your bra, letting your breasts free. she palmed one of them, wanting your nipples in her mouth.

she couldn’t even focus on that though. the strap brushing against her made her lose control, her leg muscles starting to tighten.

you were still riding, the sound of your pussy echoing in the room. once your climax approached, you started clamping down on her dildo. she felt it, knowing you were close.

“you close, mama? me too.” her eyes were rolling back too and it was the prettiest sight to see.

“can we cum together, mommy?” billie groaned when you called her that, getting closer and closer. she nodded quickly at your question.

it was like you counted down in your head whenever the two of you came. you both shuddered at the same time as it came over you. your walls spasmed around her fake dick, and she was able to feel it.

once you both came down from your high, you collapsed on top of her, trying to catch your breath.

“you did so good, princess. my sweet girl~” she whispered, running her fingers through your hair.

you lift your head to look in her eyes and peck her lips before getting up to get the both of you some damp towels. you clean yourselves up before heading to bed.

“i guess it was worth being quiet after all, huh?” she asks once you lay in bed.

“yeah, i guess,” you say, chuckling.

[heavenlybodies333]

What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her - T.R. part II

!warnings!minors dni, infidelity, explicit content

part I to this fic

pairing: Tom Riddle x gf!Bellatrix x bsf!you

The Yule Ball should’ve ended when the music stopped—but it didn’t. Not with drinks flowing and the haze of smoke clouding better judgment. You shouldn’t be here—straddling Tom Riddle in his locked dorm, moaning against his mouth while your best friend, his girlfriend, roams the halls looking for him. You knew it was wrong. And yet, here you are—hips rolling, nails digging into his skin—risking everything for the one boy you were never supposed to touch.

The Yule Ball had officially ended hours ago, but the party in the Slytherin common room was only just beginning. The air hung heavy with cigarette smoke, and the sharp bite of alcohol burned down your throat as you tipped back another shot. Laughter rang out around you—wild, reckless—but you barely heard it. Not with Tom sitting across the room, his dark eyes fixed on you like a predator stalking its prey.

You weren’t a saint, not by a long shot, but even you knew that staying any longer was a bad idea.

Yet, you stayed. Because of him.

He was leaning back against the leather sofa, a glass of firewhiskey in hand, and his dark eyes—those damned eyes—never left you. They burned through the room’s haze, setting fire to the space between you. No one else noticed. Why would they? You were just friends. Always had been.

At least, that’s what you wanted them to think.

Bellatrix’s laugh cut through the noise, loud and sharp, as she tipped her head back, her black curls wild over her shoulders. Her hand lingered on Tom’s thigh, fingers curling like she had a right to him. And maybe she did.

After all, she was his girlfriend.

You shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be looking at him like that. Not with Bellatrix there, but you were. And worse—you knew he was looking back.

"I need some air," you muttered to no one in particular, setting your empty glass on the nearest table.

You felt him follow before you even reached the dimly lit corridor leading to the dormitories. His presence was obvious to you, from the way you could feel his eyes burning through you.

And that was all it took.

His mouth was on yours the moment the door shut behind you. Desperation masked by roughness—biting kisses, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as his hands dragged you closer. He tasted like firewhiskey and sin, and when his fingers tangled in your hair, tugging your head back, you let him. You always let him.

"You're such a fucking mess for me," he murmured, lips trailing down the line of your throat.

"You’re an asshole," you hissed, even as your hands fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

His laugh was low and cruel. "And yet, here you are."

His dorm was cold, but you didn’t feel it—not when he shoved you onto his bed and pulled your dress up over your hips. His fingers traced the line of your thigh, teasing, before yanking your knickers down and tossing them aside.

You straddled his lap, feeling the hard press of him beneath you as he leaned back against the headboard. "So eager," he mused, dark amusement lacing every word.

"Fuck you," you snapped.

"Oh, I intend to."

He didn’t wait. He never did. His cock stretched you open in one rough thrust, and the burn of it stole the air from your lungs. Your back arched, legs wrapping around his waist as he filled you, deep and unforgiving.

"You’re going to get us caught," you breathed, voice shaking as he set a brutal pace.

His hand tangled in your hair, yanking your head back as you bounced on his cock. "You like this," he sneered, thrusting up to meet you. "Like knowing I fuck you while she waits for me."

"Shut up," you gasped, nails digging into his shoulders.

But he was right. You did like it.

A loud knock echoed from the corridor outside his door. Your heart slammed against your ribs as panic jolted through you.

"Tom?" Bellatrix’s voice. Sharp. Suspicious. Just outside.

You froze.

Tom didn’t.

He didn’t stop. If anything, the threat of being caught made him rougher, more relentless, dragging you closer to the edge.

"She’ll find us," you whispered, panic licking at your edges even as your body betrayed you, clenching around him.

"Not if you keep your mouth shut," he murmured, lips brushing your ear. "Can you do that?" You buried your face against his neck, desperate to quiet the moans threatening to spill from your lips.

You should’ve pushed him away. Should’ve gotten off him and fixed your dress. But instead, you stayed—straddling him, his cock buried deep inside you—while your best friend stood on the other side of the door.

The doorknob rattled. Locked.

"Tom, open the door!" Bellatrix demanded, her voice dripping with irritation.

The door rattled again.

"If you’re in there, open the damn door," Bellatrix snapped.

He didn’t answer.

His grip on your waist only tightened, dragging you down harder. "She won’t come in," he said, voice smooth and cold. "And even if she did…" He leaned up, teeth grazing your ear. "Would you stop me?"

You hated him. Hated how well he knew you—how much you wanted him. Even now, with Bellatrix’s shadow looming just outside, you couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to.

"That's what I thought," Tom drawled, his fingers digging bruises into your hips as he fucked up into you.

Finally—finally—the sound of her footsteps faded as Bellatrix moved on, her frustration echoing down the corridor.

Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, hard enough to taste blood, as your orgasm crashed through you. You were shaking, body arching beneath him, and still—he didn’t stop.

"Fuck Riddle," you breathed, barely audible.

Shifting you on his lap, movements slowing as he groans against your breasts. His warm cum filling you up as he swirls his tongue around your aroused nipples, biting lightly as you shiver in response.

Tom leaned against your ear. "Next time," he murmured, a cruel smile curling against your skin, "I won’t lock it."

And well—if you were being honest—that only thrilled you more.

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a/n: another write I owe to @shyamanuensis for this brilliant idea🫦 xx my girl knows how to inspire🤞🤞

[shellevisionfan]

Twisted Vee X Shelly fic.

[Ichor Stained Screens]

THIS IS THE TOXIC YURI I CRAVE

(however...this may be a bit more "mature" than my concept fic like...they make out...)

Beware if you dare...

...

So, what if...a Shelly keeps encountering a twisted Vee in early floors, but over time she notices it get less and less violent with her, almost like...she doesnt want to harm Shelly.

So maybe Shelly gets curious, and without telling anyone, including...the other mains...she goes on a solo run one night, and...when she gets on a lucky floor...with only a twisted rodger..and a twisted vee, she doesn't run from her.

Instead...

lets her get close...

...

"...h-hello?" Shelly uttered as she walked onto floor 5, her voice echoed through the semi-empty room, it was the theater....

As a somewhat silence went by along with the buzz of the almost dead lights...Shelly felt a breeze from the vents that put a chill up her tail and along her spine, clenching at her chest as her heart beat was beating like crazy.

"..awugh! c-come on..your not scared Shelly...your not scared!...You've encountered her plenty of times!..you..you can do this!..."

Shelly encouraged to herself, as she lightly slapped her cheeks to snap herself out.

"..I'm not scared!--"

Abruptly the elevator door shuts behind Shelly, the loud sound making her jump slightly and grab at her tail, she shook like a leaf but only for a second before she relaxed slightly letting go of her tail. She sighed in frustration with herself and put her goggles on to focus.

...

"...okay, now...where could a ten feet tall robot be in a place like this?"

Shelly asks herself as she began to walk around the theater floor, it was as big as she recalled it being...and it reminded her of more happier memories back when Garden View was still thriveing...what nice times honestly, a time when everyone was still so happy and full of hope! A time when..when everyone..wasn't...

...

No! She can't be thinking like that right now!...that life...that life was long gone now...lost to..this horrid place...like everyone else is...

Like...ZZRT! BUZZ!!...Her

Shelly stopped in her tracks as she heard the loud electric sounds of a TV...slowly turning her head to look behind her...she saw the green glow of a television in the shadows peaking around a corner with its antenna twitching slightly like a bug, as it glitched and flickered, and as the television slowly began to rise up higher, up to...ten feet in height, it neared out of the shadows...revealing itself...to of course to be twisted Vee...but scarely it looked like...she'd been stalking Shelly...since her arrivial on the floor....which made her wonder...why didn't she make a sound until now..?

...

Shelly was frozen, she really couldn't deny she was scared now, like fuck why wouldn't she??? Twisteds could be scary but twisted Vee was just some horrorifying reminder of HOW scary they could BE!...and god...she really did go on a SOLO run to go find her didn't she? Out of a curiousity that could absolutely get her KILLED too huh?...this was a mistake...all because she thought this twisted Vee was different...

She watched as twisted Vee inched toward her like a predator observing its prey, studying it...before it striked...Shelly slightly moved, trying to see if she could possibly get herself out of this horrible situation she was in, but quickly noticed that as a mistake.

As twisted Vee's eyes turned a violent red with a sudden loud inncorrect buzz...her eyes glowing brightly as a warning. Shelly scared for her life in response, slowly stepped back and watched as the twisted Vee proceeded toward her. She didn't want Shelly to move, only for her to stay still, oh how..marvelous.

Shelly was sweating bullets, she couldn't move, she couldn't run, she was completely within its twisted form of mercy...

She was absolutely going to die!

...

Twisted Vee took more confident strides as if she just couldn't wait any longer to get near her prey, slightly frightening Shelly as she backed up in response, making twisted Vee's eyes turn red again. She makes a glitchy, loud television sound, almost a kin to a growl, which failed to stop the fossil this time as it just made Shelly even more frightened, and not exactly wanting to play this sort of horrid game of cat and fossil anymore...

She books it! Sprinting to her right up the stairs to the projector, twisted Vee made a haunting form of a wailing sound as she swiftly chased after Shelly, the fossil slightly trips over herself as she goes up the few steps and tries to think fast but as she ran over to bean bags--

"NNGH!!" Shelly twists her ankle and trips, cartoonishly tumbling onto her side, rolling right between the bean bags and right into the wall, back facing it...and as Shelly lifted her head up and fixed her goggles, her vision was slightly blurry and kinda dizzly...

The twisted Vee stood across from her, but wasn't shy to break that distance as she quickly charged toward Shelly, slamming her big, sharp metal claws onto the wall as she towered over the fossil...heaving...electric hums crackled out too, her eyes stayed a piercing red.

"...STOP RUNNING FROM ME!!--"

"...mmghh..V-Vee..?" Shelly mumbled as she looked at twisted Vee, the twisted's eyes blinked and turned back to green, and softened a little.

"...h-huh..?"

Twisted Vee slightly inched her screen closer to Shelly, making a soft buzz of curiosity as she looked into the fossils gaze with a glint of red still within her eyes that flickered.

"...o-oh..oh it is you!.." Shelly muttered still clearly dazed, as she softly rose up her hand to touch twisted Vee's screen, gently caressing it as she smiled at her. "oh..oh...you haven't been this close to me in so long...I've missed you.."

Shelly than moved her hands to the sides of twisted Vee's face and petted her, which in return, made the twisteds soft buzz to grow slightly louder as she got closer, dragging her big hands down the wall to both sides of Shelly.

"...S-Shelly.."

"..hehe..your screen is buzzing...you missed me too..I'm glad..♡"

Shelly giggled as she smiled wider, slightly squinting her eyes as she tried to regain her vision a little, she moved her hands away to rub at her eyes but as she did so twisted Vee quickly grabbed her hands in a attempt to stop her, pressing her screen to Shellys forehead as she made an electric whine.

Shelly blushed more, her eyes widened, but than they slightly hooded from the warmth of twisted Vee's screen...and the hum along side it was very relaxing, she smiled more softly and nuzzled her face into twisted Vee's screen.

"...hey..I'm not going anywhere silly!..I won't leave..not again...I promise.."

Shelly reassured, as her eyes closed a little.

"...y-you..promise.."

"h-hey...you...you..don't mind if i...sleep a little..do you?--..." Shelly almost instantly falls asleep as her head injuries had caught up to her, being that she did slam into a wall after all.

Twisted Vee just stared at her longingly, her soft buzz only prolonging as she gently began to reposition Shelly in her arms and lifted her up.

She held her like a precious idol, like...her bride..

...

Twisted Vee's screen glitched as a toothy sharp smile grew on her lips, with her eyes softened as she held Shelly closer to her, the twisted than turned as she slowly walked around the corner, and toward a double door in a room near one of the broken elevators.

She than with her tail, as she wrapped it around the door handle, swung one of the doors clean off, tossing it out of the room as the metal sound of a clang echoed far away in the theater floor.

And as she glanced down at Shelly, twisted Vee ducked under the door way, slightly bumping her antenna anyway as she carried the fossil into a stairwell. It oozed with ichor and was pitch with darkness, but twisted Vee could see perfectly fine, and kept a watchful eye for any twisted that may pop out.

"..mmhh..hghh..." Shelly mumbled in her sleep as twisted Vee carried her deeper into the bellows of Garden View. She felt Shelly shiver a little from the cold of the stairwell, so she holds Shelly a lot closer...

She caressed Shelly's head, feeling the back of it especially to make sure she wasn't bleeding, revealed to notice she wasn't. She then pressed her screen against Shelly again, her big tail even wrapped around Shelly's as she walked down the stairwell.

"..."

"You'll stay with me forever...♡"

...

..."Tonight You Belong To Me" faintly plays from twisted Vee as she decends deeper with Shelly...it echoes through the stairwell as her green glow disappears...

...

...

...

Shelly's vision starts to clear up as she begins wakes up, her blinks slightly before her eyes widen and she shoots up right. "WHERE AM I?!?"

Shelly yelled as she looked at her surroundings, slowly noticing she was in..her exhibit floor?...

The fossil scratched at her head from confusion but as she did she was shocked to notice her goggles were gone--AND HER GLOVES??. She patted her head frantically and all around her soon noticing she was also wrapped in a sort of make shift blanket, most likely from a curtain.

What was going on??--BUZZRT?...

Shelly's heart sank as she felt a big metal hand touch hers, and as she turned, she was face to face with twisted Vee as she was curled up next to her, she watched as her screen began to turn on and the flicker of her screen glow, opening her eyes as she looked at Shelly.

Shelly instinctively backs away from twisted Vee but than feels her other metal hand wrap around her side, making her blush a little but before being able to do anything more twisted Vee pulls Shelly closer, pressing Shelly's shell against her chest as she rested her head on the top of Shelly's head, her screen softly buzzed...like she was purring...

"..."

"...u-umm..."

Shelly didn't know how to react, was this an actual twisted she was next to right now? Was it the SAME one she encountered before? Why--WHY WAS IT BEING SO CUDDLY AND NOT TRYING TO KILL HER????

Shelly was all flustered and confused, why wasnt she dead? was she dead and this was just a kinda nice--STRANGE..after life??? was this possibly a dream...? She slightly glanced to the twisted Vee, and lifted her hand up, and lightly caressed the side of twisted Vee's head, in return making the twisted Vee buzz louder and look down at Shelly. The fossils eyes widened in a panic as twisted Vee leaned in closer to Shelly suddenly.

NOT A DREAM! NOT A DREAM!--

Twisted Vee than nuzzled her screen against Shelly's forehead, softly buzzing again as she wrapped her big metal arms around the fossil so carefully...this just made Shelly even more flustered.

This was so..werid, and..strangely...nice???? This shouldn't be nice though?? But why was it??? Why..?--....

Shelly than got distracted as she found twisted Vee looking at her longingly...lovingly, her eyes still had a red glint in it but there was this softness to her gaze, this..spark.

Like...apart of her had this feeling that wasn't mindless or looking to cause harm, but..a feeling of..happiness...of love...

"..."

"...Vee..?" Shelly asks with a sparkle in her gaze as she began to realize...this twisted Vee hadn't attacked her because..her own system wouldn't even let her...because, she was still the Vee she knew and loved..even if it was deep down under all that ichor that had poisoned her and many others.

Shelly caressed twisted Vee's screen, as she got closer to the televisions face, in return twisted Vee got closer too, her soft buzz grew to be quieter as her eyes narrowed.

"...it's you..oh my goodness! it's really you!" Shelly confirmed to herself as she smiled brightly, and tears began to swell up in her eyes.

"...o-oh thank god! I-I knew you weren't gone!...I knew you'd be...be here!..." Shelly wraps her arms around twisted Vee's thick and crooked neck and presses her shell against her screen. "...It's..It's been..so lonely..without you!--...y'know?...the REAL..you..?" Shelly sniffled, her smile slightly crumbled as tears streamed down her cheeks as she clung to twisted Vee, in which twisted Vee looked shocked and she looked at Shelly with a more concerned gaze.

"You know--...no matter h-how..how many times they tried...bringing you back...y-you...you weren't the same..there wasn't...there wasn't that spark..in your eyes...b-but..they couldn't tell like I did...they didn't care....and if they were here--I bet they'd make me go back!..all because your...just another twisted to them...and your seen as dangerous too.."

Shelly rambled as she nuzzled into the crook of twisted Vee's neck, she slightly relaxed with a sigh at the familiar smell of Vee's suit jacket, even if it was tattered and worn. "..I suppose i just wish I could stay here with you though...get away from it all.." Shelly blushed a little.

...

Twisted Vee wrapped her tail around Shellys waist as she more tightly held Shelly to her. Her glint of red in eyes shined brighter, they tried to replace her? Like everyone else when they died? And..they tried to have Shelly..get over it and just..settle? Twisted Vee's sharp claws grip at Shellys clothes as she held Shelly even closer.

...

"...Vee?--"

"Could you..stay..?"

Shelly's eyes widened as she looked right at twisted Vee, as she surprised by her suggestion, also that she has working voice still, and..that it was sorta deeper now, she blushed brightly, but still had a some what cautious look in her eye.

"..w-what?"

Twisted Vee only leaned in closer to Shelly, softly grabbing hold of the fossils hands in her bigger ones as their face were inches away from one another, making the fossil blush even more.

"..Stay!..L-Live down here with me!..You belong here..with m-me..only with..Me"

Twisted Vee announced as she held the back of Shellys head with a...third hand? Shelly was bright red in her face, this felt more like a proposal, like if she'd agree she would be with twisted Vee forever. But..would she ever see her friends again? See..anyone again? That possiblity made her hesitate, made her worry.

Shelly's demeanor changes a little as she turned her head away from twisted Vee, covering her mouth with her hand as she pondered, making twisted Vee in return look saddened as her antenna drooped, and was..a little angry too.

The thought she'd have to think on it made no sense to twisted Vee, if Shelly so desperately missed her...wanted her...then why wouldn't she just stay?

She can't just go back to that horrid place above where she's...

Ignored...and Neglected, Unloved....Unsatisfied

"..."

Twisted Vee wasn't going to let that happen.

Shelly began to look back at twisted Vee, ready to give her a reply of what she's decided on, but before she could utter her answer, Shelly's hands were grabbed by twisted Vee and pinned above her head as the television had a hungry look in her eye Shelly wasn't familiar too.

"...Vee!?..what are you--"

"I've not waited..this long..all for you to go b-back up there, Shelly.."

And with using her third and sudden fourth hand, twisted Vee held Shelly's face, making the fossil stop talking and more flustered than shes ever been before, without any sort of warning twisted Vee pressed her lips against Shelly's, enveloping all of the fossils thoughts instantly as the warmth of twisted Vee's lips over took her.

"..m-mmgh!..mmm..V-Vee..♡..♡♡"

Her eyes rolled back as her hands clenched into fists, she even felt her own tail begin to wag from the enjoyment of it even if it was only for a few seconds...or has it been minutes now?...Honestly hours could pass by and Shelly wouldn't be able to tell--

Abruptly, twisted Vee broke the kiss, which made a whimper utter from Shelly, a sound she thought she'd never made, as she was displeased such a moment was over already. Twisted Vee than let go of Shelly's hands, as she looked into the fossils eyes, that hunger still there but now that hunger was within Shelly's gaze too.

"..."

"...Vee..why did..you sto--"

"..Open your mouth"

Twisted Vee demanded in a tone that made Shelly's heart pound and her tail wag like crazy, she had never done all this more..intimate things before with Vee, not even before she was a twisted but...she couldn't deny she really like this new side to Vee, so not wanting to hesitate any longer. Shelly slightly opened her mouth,

"...Tounge..Out...Now..."

Twisted Vee orders in a more stern tone, a she puts her thumb in Shellys mouth to open it even wider, which her tone makes Shelly flinch a little, she does get pretty flustered and shyly stuck out her tounge, making such a cute expression in the process, twisted Vee's antenna buzz as she feels Shellys tounge with her thumb.

"God..your so divine...mmhh--fuck..I-I can't hold back anymore..♡"

Twisted Vee proceeded to than instantly lean back in and kiss Shelly even deeper as she unleased her long, ichor soaked tounge tangles it around the fossils tounge, she caresses Shellys thighs as she does so, she lifts them up, setting her onto her lap, pulling her closer, she slightly presses herself against Shelly's crotch.

"..A-Aughh~♡!--Veeee..♡♡..♡!"

Making a sweet moan rupture from Shelly's lips. This only made twisted Vee pull Shelly even closer as she wrapped the fossils legs around her and pressed her back onto the ground.

"...this sweet mouth of yours is mine..you hear me?..its mine..no one elses.."

Shelly clung to twisted Vee's tattered suit jacket and felt her mouth be drenched in ichor as twisted Vee claims every inch of it she could, making the fossil's tail wag even more, this all felt so right, it felt..so good..so fucking good.

"..mmghh..♡..♡♡...p-please don't stop..♡--"

But then Shelly felt ichor slightly drip down her lip as twisted Vee broke the kiss a little, a needy whimper comes from Shelly as she was getting addicted to the taste of twisted Vee, her love, her touch, her everything...she needed more, she needed her. Twisted Vee's tounge slipped away back into her mouth and a glitchy looking smile grew on twisted Vee's screen again. The twisted television then softly held the fossil's bashful face as she towered over Shelly.

"..nnghh! Veeee..♡♡..♡"

Twisted Vee adored how Shelly laid on the ground, with her tail wagging, panting all cutelu as she tried to catch her breath, tounge covered in ichor...it was so..intoxicating...

"...hmmhmmm~.."

"..Shelly~..?"

Twisted Vee softly sang with the most loving look in her gaze as the red glint that shimmered in her eyes was even brighter, leaning back into Shellys face, the soft buzz of her screen grew louder again, the twisted televisions big metal hand softly caressed Shellys thigh, making her slightly tremble and squirm.

"..did that change your mind..?"

She asks with her sharp grin, as her other hand wipes some of the ichor from Shelly's lower lip, and sticks her long tongue out to lick it off her thumb. This fully grabbing Shelly's attention and very much pulling her further into this carnal need for twisted Vee, her eyes being wide open and her face extremely flustered.

"..."

"..I..I could stay..I-I suppose.." Shelly bashfully said as she looked away a bit shyly with a cute little smile, twisted Vee's antenna spring up and her tail buzzed from just how cute Shelly was and the glint in her eyes grew brighter.

"..."

"...forever..?"

Twisted Vee asked as she sat Shelly up on her lap and had their faces inches away from eachother, Shelly bit her lip as she just desperately wanted more of twisted Vee's love so she frantically nodded as she wrapped her arms around twisted Vee, making the twisted television's tail buzz in happiness and her gaze fill with love for the fossil.

"...Good choice..♡"

Twisted Vee than pets Shelly's cheek softly while keeping her other three hands rested on her hips or thigh, which made Shelly's tail wag even more.

"...s-so..uh"

"..Hm?...What is it darling~♡?"

Shelly got more flustered from the sudden petname, and she tightens her arms around twisted Vee's neck.

"uh!-huh!! d-darling!...um..can..can we make out now?.."

"..."

...

Suddenly, twisted Vee has Shelly pinned to a wall in her exhibit floor, Shellys legs were wrapped around twisted Vee's waist, as the twisted television was passionately kissing Shelly and claimed every part of her mouth with her long tounge, the fossil whimpered and squirmed, melting into twisted Vee's grasp.

"...m-mmggh..♡!...Veee..♡♡..♡"

"...I love yoouuu..♡..♡!"

"..Mmh..I love you more..."

...

...

Back in floor 0, in the main toon sleeping quarters, a cosmic signal Vee stood outside of a open bedroom without anyone in bed, it was...Shellys room, her eyes had a starry glimmer that shook with this sort of feeling she couldn't explain, she noticed that one of Shelly's goggle and glove sets were gone too, a part of her felt a sort of way that...made her..angry.

"...nghhh.."

Cosmic signal Vee punchs the door frame, snarling before yelling--

"WHERE THE HELL IS SHELLY?!!"

...

[reddesires]

I have a NSFW request for you if you're interested. Could you please do smut piece on Koba x Female Human Reader where he's in the woods hunting something where he stumbles upon a small camp close by a river and he sees a head in the water not looking at him pretty much not noticing him. As he prepares to kill the human when they get out of the water he immediately stops in his tracks when he sees their naked body glistening with water drops dripping down their curvaceous body particularly their large chest and butt which keeps him entranced while they still don't notice his presence and go inside their tent. Later on back at the ape colony while he's alone Koba can't stop thinking about the reader's body where he finally relents and starts masturbating and after he's done he's filled with self loathing for falling for the seductive spell of the reader especially because she's a human. For several weeks he's constantly spying on the reader in secret especially when she's taking a bath in the river with her none being the wiser until one day he's finally caught after he made the mistake of masturbating right there in the open rather than wait until he's back in the colony and rather than run away in fear she admits that she had a feeling she was being watched and was waiting for him to show himself and invites him to her tent so that she can help relieve him. What follows is the reader and Koba fucking like rabbits a blowjob and squirting thrown in there both which surprise Koba at first until he finds out that he really likes both things being introduced to him. For the sex positions could you please include Missionary, Doggy style, and Cowgirl and please include breast play like breast squeezing and nipple sucking and the reader's personality is shy and timid and a bit submissive and a bit lonely which is why she wasn't afraid of Koba when she first saw him. Can't wait to see what you come up with.

Endeavors. [Koba x Human!Reader] Smut

Koba x Human Reader

Rating: Smut. (18+ MDNI!!)

Fandom: Planet Of The Apes

A/N: *sniff sniff* this all I got, this is all I got. I'm not the most experienced smut writer, so hopefully, it's still enjoyable.

Koba took the initiative to hunt for the colony, not bothering to round up other apes to join him. He was more than willing to avoid the company of others at the moment, taking refuge in his lonesome.

Whilst following the tracks of his appointed prey, he came across the river that resided outside the colony parameters, the apes tend to avoid this area, incase of running into any humans that could possibly be migrating from the fallen city located outside east of there.

Koba notices the huts haphazardly placed on the opposite side of the watercourse, he crouches down in caution as he's on the lookout for any human life within the camp but there's an obvious lack of any.

His eyes catch movement in the crystalline waters of the stream. The figure isn't aware of his presence as their back is turned to him.

Koba's muzzle is pulled back in a snarl as he raises his spear, intending on ending the pathetic human's life right then and there, ensuring the colony's safety from their pestilence.

He waits for the right moment to strike, the hackles on his back raising in anticipation as the figure stands the river's water. He's immediately struck by the sight of the female human, her bare body on full display for him to see.

The spear that he held in the air is glued to his palm, the tension traveling from his arm all the way to his navel as he watched the crystal like water droplets drip down the curves of her body, her skin glistening as the sun's rays hit her body in all the right angles.

Koba noticed that the human was well endowed in both her chest and buttock areas, his gaze mesmerized by the sight before him the more he observed.

He watches the female human as she retreats into her hut, taking no heed to his presence as she does so. Koba skidding backward into the woods behind him, retreating back to the colony.

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Later that night, koba was overwhelmed with the thoughts of the human and the image of her body. The depiction of her malleable breasts and curvaceous ass has him reeling in ways that he's never experienced before.

The more time that passes, the more the tension located in his navel grows before finally he relents and secludes himself with the thoughts that have been hounding him since the encounter.

He growls as he takes himself into his thick skinned hand, his thumb grazing the precum off the tip slowing smearing it down his length, only more to procure as he allows the image of the human in the forefront of his mind, his hand on automatic as he thought back to how the water glided down her body and imagined it was his hands bruising the supple skin of her hips including him pounding into her her, her ass slapping the tops of his thighs and her taking him into her so gratefully.

As the last thought came into his mind, he finally felt the high hit him, a deep groan tumbling from his chest and feeling the wetness of his pleasure coating his palm as he finally came down from the high, he was struck with the realization of what he had just done.

The malice filled his body within a millisecond and he was unsure whether it was directed towards his lack of self-control or the female human that managed to entrap him in some kind of seductive spell, as he contemplated further he sat with the self-loathing that bubbled in his chest at the notion that he lasted for a human.

A human of all things, the very species that he wanted eradicated from the earth. A snarl crossed his features as he tried making sense of the complicated bundle of emotions clouding his judgment. He'll just have to see what his next course of action is.

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For the next several weeks, Koba has made it a routine of stalking the female, taking note of her every move, but he's especially watchful during her bathing rituals.

Observing the way her body fluidly moves, the way her hair falls against her in neck in such a delicious way that he feels a tingle in his jaw at the thought of biting into her tender neck, marking her his.

He can just just imagine her cries as he has his way with her body in any way he sees fit.

She's always so unaware of his presence that it reminds him of small prey that has no idea it's being hunted, a trace of electricity travels down his spine at the idea of him hunting her with it ending with absolutely demolishing her, making her cry with the pleasure that he so graciously gives her.

As he watches her from the clearing, he's uncaring as he openly begins to stroke himself becoming so immersed with the pleasure and image of her that he's late to notice he caught the attention of said human, his movements halt as his gaze is caught by hers.

He notices there's no trace of fear or resentment in her expression but rather surprise by his unexpected presence. "I had a feeling that I was being watched.." she utters timidly, her gaze tracing down the length of his body to the hold he had on himself, her eyes filled with a longing and intrigue.

"Please.. let me help you.." she says, an implication that even he understood what she meant by as slowly trailed towards her tend, she looks back at him with a diffident look in her eyes before disappearing into the shelter.

He's unsure if he should follow in after her, but he's hit with the scent of her arousal, and the decision is made for him.

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The female human holds an apprehensive air as she kneels before him. He has a watchful stare as he's uncertain as what she's intending to do. She lacks her lips, wetting the dryness away.

Her hands trail from his abdomen down to the tops of his thighs, her gaze following along down to his navel. He can feel himself getting hard under her stare. Before he could make sense of her action, she takes him into her mouth, the warmth of her tongue sending a jolt throughout his body and he instinctally grips her hair into his strong grasp, she whimpers in response but she pushes through as she licks the underside of his dick, a deep growl crawls its way up from the back of his throat.

It's unlike any sensation he's encountered before, and he greedily indulges in it as the human takes in his facial expression before continuing with more vigor than before.

Koba forcefully pushes the female onto her back, her legs falling open upon the impact and as she goes to timidly close her legs in embarrassment but he places his calloused hands in between her thighs to keep them open for him, he noticed the arousal flowing out of her, the smell encasing all his senses in the most delicious way.

With no hesitantance, he dives into her intimate area, lapping up her essence, her moans abruptly filling the small space, and he realizes that it proves to motivate him to continue with the action.

He feels her up as his tongue dips into her, his longer forearms easily catching hold of her tender breasts, he squeezes and pinches her supple nippes, her tone picking up in pitch as her body shakes in response to his actions.

He continues on, and her body tenses like a coil, just waiting to spring before he knows it. She's releasing a substance from her entrance, and she's practically wailing in pleasure. He doesn't fully understand what just happened. He just knows that the sight filled him with overwhelming arousal.

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Over the course of the next couple of days, Koba would break away from the colony to back to the human to continue on with their daily endeavors of sex.

He'd pin her down as he thrusted into her, feeling her walls squeeze him delightfully, her legs locking him place as he took what was rightfully his.

His growls intermingled with her light and airy moans as he licked her chest, taking her bruised nipple into his mouth, her face inflamed in flusteredness as he stared right back into her eyes.

With ease, he tossed her over and onto her knees. She shrieked in surprise at the motion. He took in the sight of her rounded ass, his hand slapping down drinking in her startled jolt as she whimpered in need.

He grunted as he inserted into her, relishing in the way her back arches in pleasure at his length, her ass bouncing by his onslaught.

He grips her hips firmly, absolutely pounding into her as if he was trying to fuck her breathless and by the sounds she was releasing, she loved it.

Now with the intention of fucking his seed up into her, he forces her on top of him, her mouth falling open and her eyes rolling up as she feels his length hit the deepest spot in her.

She begins bouncing on top of him, chasing the high that is bound to come crashing down onto them. He feels the tension building up in his navel, the feeling hot and heavy.

Koba throws his head back as his seed rushes from him into her. He holds her hips down, breeding her with vigor.

It'll be a wonder if the colony didn't already know his endeavors already.

[lizzieisright]

OMG I WANNA BREED OMEGA ABS

right???? me too! I want Abby to have my kids

female alpha!reader x omega!abby

Palestine: what can you do

Tags: dead dove: do not eat. a/b/o universe (female alphas have dicks), modern AU, absolute filth, breeding kink, reader goes into rut.

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There's one thing Abby loves the most about your ruts: you absolutely lose control. Her sweet, patient, ridiculous alpha has so many restraints - you can try to hide it all you want, but Abby knows. She knows it when you grip her thighs too hard and then immediately release her, because you're scared to hurt her. She knows it when your bites are a little harsh and your growling is a lot louder. 

But no matter what Abby does, she can't break you on normal days - she might beg you when she's in heat and you will get a little rough because whatever Abby wants during heats, Abby gets, but you never show your full alpha with her. 

(“It goes against my nature.” you tell her when Abby asks you why you don't let yourself let go. 

“You're an alpha, baby, it is your nature.” Abby smirks.

“And you're my omega, so I can't hurt you. I almost had a heart attack when you fell on your skates last week, I can't handle smelling your hurt and know that I caused it.”

Understandably, Abby drops to her knees and makes you cum down her throat. You have no idea why, but talking about how much you care about her makes Abby so fucking horny.)

But then your rut comes, and every time Abby notices the change in your scent, she gets excited. And horny. 

You smell her lust and it drives you absolutely crazy when you're in pre-rut. You're more territorial and smelling how much your omega wants you makes you want to fuck her literally everywhere. You can't stop scenting her, constantly rubbing against her, and it only makes Abby hornier. So it makes you hornier. 

Ellie stays away from both of you, because you make her horny and because she and Dina still dance around each other, she can't do anything about it. Plus you start growling at her like an idiot every time she gets too close to Abby. (It makes Abby laugh, so you don't feel too bad about it)

This time your rut starts when you and Abby are cooking dinner. It hits you so hard you almost cut the meat through the board, and Abby grunts quietly when your scent gets into her nose. 

“Shit. Fuck.” You pant. Your hands are shaking, but you keep cutting. “We need to finish cooking first.” You tell Abby and she nods, suspiciously obedient. “Fuck, did I use my voice on you?”

“Yup.” Abby sighs shakily. “We need to finish this fast. No talking. If we talk, we will fuck.” 

You chuckle, but agree with Abby. Right now you can only think about how and where you want to fuck Abby, and you can smell her getting hornier - getting wetter - and if you open your mouth, you'll end up fucking her on your dinner table. Or on the counter. Or just standing, fucking her from behind-

Yup. This is exactly why Abby said no talking. 

It's amazing how fast you finish cooking. Abby sighs, relieved that you managed to do everything and not burn the kitchen down, but then there's heavy silence. She takes a sniff and looks at you. 

You're barely keeping it together: eyes red, fangs lengthened and you cock making a tent in your joggers. Abby has the sudden urge to run and she swallows. You look dangerous - like any alpha in rut, all your instincts are in overdrive, so you watch Abby like she is your prey - and it makes Abby wet. 

“Wait.” Abby tells you when you step closer, and you stop. God she fucking loves seeing you like this, half-animalistic. One day you'll sync and Abby will enjoy it thoroughly. 

And then Abby bolts out of the kitchen. You stare after her for a second, but then your instincts kick in and you run after her. You catch her before she can get inside the bedroom and press her into the door, holding her hands behind her back with one hand while you growl into her ear and grind against her ass, your other hand gripping her hair. Abby didn't think it would actually work, but your control doesn't exist anymore, and this is exactly what she wanted.

“You're not going anywhere.” Abby whimpers and presses her butt into you. “Oh, it's what you wanted, huh?” You gently bite her neck and Abby whines.

“Yes-fuck.” Your pheromones are so heavy Abby can't think, get head full of horny fog. “Breed me, alph- uh!”

You sink your teeth into Abby's shoulder so hard she thinks you fucking mated her - and the thought of it makes her cum immediately. She shakes and whines in your arm while you lick your bite and hump her ass. 

“Mine.” You growl and pull Abby closer, supporting her weight since her legs are wobbly. You let go of her hair and pinch her tit. “I'll never let you go, you're mine, no one can have you.” Abby groans and wiggles one of her arms so she can stroke your cock, making you grunt into her ear. “Love you so fucking much.” You growl and give her cunt a squeeze before opening the door and pushing Abby inside. 

You don't give her time to do anything, ripping the clothes off her, but Abby is so horny she gets absolutely stupid, mesmerised by the wet patch on your pants where your cock has been leaking. It makes you smirk: it looks like your rut makes Abby more desperate than her heat. You look into her pretty golden eyes and feel like you'll tear her apart. 

Abby claws at your clothes and gets rid of your t-shirt, happy there's no bra underneath and she can watch your pretty tits with no time wasted. She latches on one of your nipples and you grab her hair roughly, making her moan. You don't have patience for foreplay right now.

“Lie down.” Abby moans louder: she loves when you use alpha voice on her in bed. 

Abby lies down and opens her legs for you, showing her soaked cunt, and your eyes get darker. You can't wait - usually you'd at least fuck her with your tongue or fingers first, but rut makes you selfish - you hurriedly take your pants off and free your cock. Abby watches the drop of precum slide down and bites her lip, she needs you.

Abby strokes her cunt to get her hand wet and then wraps her fingers around your cock, pumping it just like you like it. You groan and pinch her nipples, making her jump - she is sensitive when she is pheromone high. 

“You're so fucking wet.” You smirk and align your cock with her soaked hole, pushing inside in one thrust. Abby whimpers and throws her head back, not ready to be stretched like this, but enjoying it so much. “Just like that, baby, take it.” You murmur as you bottom out. 

Abby tilts her hips trying to get you deeper, moaning your name, and you finally break. You pin her thighs and start thrusting into her hard, not giving her time to adjust, and Abby is in heaven - your cock feels amazing, but the way you treat her feels even better. 

You can't help your moans: Abby's pussy feels so good, so wet and hot and tight, her walls clenching on you like she doesn't want you to pull out. 

“Look at you, you're not letting me go.” You growl into Abby's ear and she clings to you, buries her nose in your scent glands, while you fuck her deep and hard. “Want my kids so bad, huh? Want me to breed you like a good omega you are?”

“Please, oh god! Yes, breed me, mark me, please!” Abby whines into your ear. “Want you to knot me so fucking bad.” 

You growl and start rubbing Abby's clit, her moans and whimpers echoes through the room. It takes two more thrusts for her to cum and you smile at her, absolutely feral as you watch her coil and shake under you, her walls trapping you inside her. 

“God, you feel it, baby? Don't worry, I'll cum inside, make you so full of me that next time when I fuck you with my tongue I'll be able to only taste myself.” 

Abby moans and her scent spikes, making you fuck her harder, bite her harder - she mewls and arches into you, submitting fully. It's the most addictive feeling in the world when you're in rut, and you can't help yourself but to wrap your hand around Abby's throat firmly, holding her in one place while you fuck her. Abby bares her throat in response and your pace stutters for a second. You're close. 

“Wanna be the mother of my children?” You grunt in Abby's ear and she whimpers, little “mm”s of agreement and you bare your fangs. “Gonna take my knot, baby?”

“Yes! Shit, please- knot me, make me yours, please-” 

You hiss and thrust especially hard, and Abby claws at your shoulders and chest, overwhelmed. She feels your knot catching on her hole and drives her crazy. 

You lean down to nuzzle into Abby's scent glands while you chase your own release and Abby wraps her legs around you, pressing you closer. She feels your fangs on her neck and shudders, desperate.

“You're so fucking big-” She whines and you thrust deeper, making her choke on her own moans. “Alpha-” 

You groan, weak to Abby calling you alpha, and smash into Abby, pushing your knot inside her and filling her up with your cum. Abby feels your cock pulsate inside her and starts rubbing clit, clenching around your knot, whining like a bitch in heat. You groan and lick her neck, collecting her pheromones on your tongue, and something in your brain explodes. 

“Cum, baby. You're gonna be so tight around me not even a drop will leak.” Abby shudders and whines more, the rumble of your voice vibrating through her. She groans loudly and cums, her whole body squeezing you: her cunt and her legs and her arms, while she bites your shoulder like a kitten. “Fuck yes, pretty girl.” 

For a few minutes you both just shake and whine as the aftershocks hit you. Abby keeps clenching around you, and your cock twitches inside her, pressing on her sensitive walls while you knot stretches her. You keep rocking your hips as much as you can, still cumming, and Abby opens her legs wider, letting you sink even deeper and you moan. It's fucking perfect. 

The pheromone stench eases up and you feel more relaxed, more clear. Abby giggles under you and brushes her soft fingers over your back. 

“Shit.” Abby sighs and you kiss her tit. You frown: you neglected her pretty tits the whole time. Unacceptable. “Already?”

“You know how horny I am during my rut.” You murmur and take her nipple into your mouth while Abby pats your head. She sighs and tilts her hips, changing the pressure on your knot, making you grunt. “And I love when you cum on my knot. Feels fucking amazing.”

“That's because you wanna knock me up, sweetheart.” Abby chuckles and moans when you bite her nipple. 

“Like you don't want it too.” You smile and snake your hand between your bodies to rub her clit. Abby sighs happily and relaxes: you're slow and gentle right now. “You know what.”

“M?”

“I'm hungry.”

Abby laughs and you both hiss when she clenches as her abs contract. You run your fingertips over her taut muscles, marvelling at her lines and curves, and Abby hums. 

“Pick me up, big strong alpha, and we can eat.”

“I hate you.” You whine when your cock twitches at her words. Abby snorts and kisses you. 

“No you don't.”

“No, I don't.” 

Abby is still shocked that you can actually pick her up, but you carry her to the kitchen with ease, holding her up by her butt as she holds a blanket over the both of you. You don't even get plates, just two forks so you can wolf down the food, sharing the pan. 

It's a miracle you manage to eat fast enough before your knot eases up and you slip out of Abby, because when you see your cum flowing down her thighs, you eat Abby instead of your dinner. 

She doesn't complain.

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Chapter 3

Warnings: cursing, sexual content(partial but still there) 18 +

2.4K words

February 2022, Third-Person POV

Paige fought to keep her hand from trailing farther up Aniyah’s thigh during the 30-minute drive back to campus. Licking her lips, Paige glances over at Aniyah to see her already looking at her.  

“You aight?” Paige mumbles, her voice an octave deeper.

“I’m good,” Aniyah responds, placing her hand on Paige's and moving it slightly up her thigh.

Paige clenches her jaw at the subtle action, her grip tightening slightly on the girl’s thigh. She tears her eyes away from the girl beside her and reluctantly focuses on the road. Aniyah shifts ever so slightly in her seat. The girl couldn’t wait for Paige to reach her dorm building; she looks way too good right now and it’s driving her insane. This drive is quickly starting to feel like an hour. Glancing over at Aniyah one last time, Paige began to speed ever so slightly; she couldn't wait any longer; the way Aniyah is looking at her is driving her insane. After feeling her phone buzz repeatedly, Aniyah pulls it out, wondering who is blowing up her phone.

Missed call from LouLou🤗

Missed call from LouLou🤗

Missed call from LouLou🤗

LouLou🤗: thats wat we doin

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                                       Bet

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Favorite ex🫶🏾: Chill I'm still with paige                                                              Read: 3:17 pm

LouLou🤗: so that mean u cant answer  🤔

Read: 3:18 pm

   

Favorite ex 🫶🏾: please dont start Lou, we are doing goodDO NOT fuck that up because I will block you istg

Read: 3:19 pm

LouLou🤗: why u always gotta be extra

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Favorite ex 🫶🏾:  you the one crying because I didn't answer the fucking phone bffr

Read: 3:21 pm

LouLou🤗: u talkin bout blockin me and for 

wat u always do way to fuckin much

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Favorite ex 🫶🏾: you right I do text me when you not on bs           

Read: 3:23 pm

“You good?” Paige asks, noticing how annoyed Aniyah has become.

"Mhm,” Aniyah responds.

“you sure?” Paige asks, not fully convinced.

“Yes Paige I'm sure; let it go,” Aniyah says, cutting her eyes over to Paige in annoyance.

Paige knows not to pry any longer; she just intertwines their fingers and kisses the back of Aniyah's hand.

“2 more minutes, and you're mine,” Paige says, holding eye contact with Aniyah.

Aniyah doesn't respond; instead, she takes Paige’s pointer and middle finger into her mouth and sucks on them, looking at the point guard as she does so. Too stunned to speak, Paige pulls sharply into Aniyah's dorm parking lot. Hurriedly, the blonde shuts her car off, runs around to Aniyah's side, and pulls her out of the car.

"C'mon, you killing me” Paige mutters, standing impatiently behind Aniyah as she fumbles to open her door

“Be patient; my door gets stuck,” Aniyah says, finally getting the door open. 

Closing the door behind them, Paige hungrily examined Aniyah’s body. The way the point guard is looking at her reminds the gymnast of a lion before it eats its prey.

“You want a dorm tour?” Aniyah asks Paige.

She's nervous, Paige has never been to her dorm before. Aniyah hopes the dorm is up to Paige’s liking; she didn't deep clean it, and she's kind of wishing that she did.

“Later, I wanna tour you right now,” Paige says, pulling Aniyah into her.

“Bye girl, that was so corny,” Aniyah says, fiddling with her necklace anxiously.

Picking up on Aniyah's nervous behavior, Paige wraps her arms around the shorter girl’s waist, pulling her closer.

“Why you so nervous? It's just me,” Paige softly says.

“You never been to my dorm before,” Aniyah says.

"And,?” Paige asks sassily.

“This is big for me,” Aniyah says softly, bringing her hand to hold Page’s face.

Paige doesn't respond; she just gently presses her lips against Aniyah's, backing her up against the wall in the process. Due to the height difference, Aniyah stands on her tiptoes, struggling to kiss Paige. Noticing this, Paige hoists Aniyah up by her thighs. The gymnast immediately wraps her legs around the blonde's waist.

“Were your room at?” Paige asks her lips, ghosting Aniyah’s. 

“The one to the right, Aniyah says, her voice hitching ever so slightly. 

The gentle kisses were quickly replaced with hungry, desperate kisses. Threading her fingers through Paige’s hair, Aniyah pulls ever so slightly, earning a moan from the point guard. Using the moan as a quick opportunity, Aniyah slips her tongue inside Paige’s mouth. The blonde lays Aniyah on her bed, breaking the kiss in the process. 

“Do you know how fucking pretty you are, and it's all for me?” Paige mumbles.

Her pupils are dilated, her lips are slightly swollen, and her blonde hair is ever so slightly tousled from being pulled.

“Ion think you realize how beautiful you are,” Paige mumbles, her hands slowly trailing up and down Aniyah’s clothed sides.

“Thank you,” Aniyah whispers back.

“Imma take my time with you,” Paige murmurs.

Aniyah has never been this turned on in her life.  The way that Paige was looking at her made Aniyah so wet. Between the intense eye contact and the way she's being softly talked to, Aniyah knows that she isn't going to last very long.

Paige kisses Aniyah once more, this time with a little more urgency. Grabbing Aniyah's chin, Paige tilts her face so she can have more access to her neck. 

"Fuck,  please don't stop," Aniyah moans quietly as Paige sucks on her neck, leaving a hickey in the process.

The front door slamming caught both doors off guard.

"That, your roommate?” Paige asks quietly.

“I think so; she's back early though, sorry.” Aniyah says.

“It’s all good. Do you think you can be quiet?” Paige teases.

Paige doesn't give Aniyah a chance to respond, as she starts nibbling on her earlobe and trailing kisses down the base of her neck once more.

The gymnast bit her bottom lip to stop herself from moaning loudly.

“Take your shirt off,” Paige murmurs.

Aniyah quickly takes her shirt off and tosses it across the room. Paige begins softly kneading Aniyah's breast while leaving open-mouth kisses on the shorter girl's neck.

“Can I take this off?” Paige questioned softly.

Too horny to speak, Aniyah simply nods which is not good enough for Paige.

I need words,” Paige mutters against Aniyah's collarbone.

"Yes, you can take it off,” Aniyah responds breathlessly.

Paige sits back, undoing the bra, slipping the straps down her arms, and taking the bra off.

“Ya, titties are so pretty,” Paige mumbles, taking a nipple into her mouth. 

Aniyah lets out a low guttural moan, not wanting Jazmine to hear her. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as Paige sucked on her nipple and pinched the other one.

“Niyah I need a favor- What the fuck is that, Paige?” Jazmine says this as she walks unannounced into Aniyah's room

"Fuck, that's  your roommate?” Paige asks questions in utter disbelief.

This is the worst possible outcome for Paige. She is aware that Aniyah and Jazmine know each other since they both did gymnastics and that they left at the party Aniyah and Paige met at, but she didn’t realize that they were roommates.  

"Aniyah, what the fuck?” Jazmine speaks slowly.

 She feels betrayed; she told Aniayah to stop messing with Paige months ago, and here she is still messing with Paige. Jazmine could feel the anger rising in her body; she couldn't believe Aniyah went behind her back and still chose to deal with Paige. 

“Jazmine, why didn't you knock? This is exactly why I told you that you can’t just barge in my room,” Aniyah says, trying to cover herself with the blanket.

“Have you been fucking Paige since the party?” Jazmine asks, ignoring Aniyah’s previous statement.

"Yeah,” Aniyah says, slipping on a shirt.

 "Aniyah, what the fuck?” Jazmine says it loudly.

“Maybe I should go,” Paige says.

Paige prays that this doesn't mess things up for her with Aniyah. She's starting to like the girl, and this could put an end to everything.

“Maybe you should. I need to talk to my friend anyway,” Jazmine said, rolling her eyes.

Paige took that as her cue to quickly get her things and leave. After gathering her things, Paige wordlessly left, quickly sparing a glance at Aniyah as she did so.

"How could you do this to me?" Jazmine asks as soon as Paige leaves.

"Do what?" Aniyah asks, confused. 

"How could you fuck with Paige after I told you not to?" Jazmine asks sternly. 

Aniyah blinks at Jazmine, not sure how to proceed with the conversation. She is trying her hardest not to curse the girl out, but Jazmine is making it hard for her not to.

"I mean, you gave me a warning and I ignored the warning; I don't want a relationship right now anyway," Aniyah says cautiously. 

"You are acting so selfish; it's all about Aniyah, huh, bitch," Jazmine rants angrily.

"Imma need for you to try again and not call me a bitch," Aniyah grits out. 

Her fingers dug into her palms so hard Aniyah thought she was going to end up drawing blood; she needs to calm down. She doesn't want to go off on Jazmine but the girl is making it hard not to. Aniyah isn't sure what Jazmine's issue is but she needs to not take it out on her, Aniyah knows for a fact there is more to that lame excuse Jazmine has been giving her.

“I’m sorry, but I wished you just listened to me like I said and then we wouldn't be in this predicament,”  Jazmine says angrily.

"Girl, what predicament?" Aniyah asks, completely lost.

"Paige is my sneaky link," Jazmine reveals.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry I didn't know; I wouldn't have brought her here if I knew,” Aniyah mumbles.

Aniyah feels awful; she should've noticed the signs. Especially with Jazmine being so weirdly territorial about Paige, all the signs were right in Aniyah's face. She feels so stupid.

"What do you mean you didn't know? I told you she plays a sport," Jazmine says, rolling her eyes. 

"Girl, this school has like 20 different sports teams; how the fuck was I supposed to know?" Aniyah asks, becoming slightly more annoyed with Jazmine.

"It's fine. I'll forgive you if you end it with her," Jazmine says, looking down at her nails. 

"No," Aniyah responds, observing Jazmine.

"No?, what do you mean, no?" Jazmine asks, raising an eyebrow at Aniyah.

“Imma keep it real with you; stopping is not an option,” Aniyah says.

 “Why?” Jazmine's annoyance is evident in her tone.

“Paige fucks me better than anyone I’ve ever been with; I'm not giving that up,” Aniyah says.

“That's not cool, Aniyah; we’re supposed to be friends, and here you are doing me dirty,” Jazmine says.

"Girl, how am I doing you dirty?" Aniyah asks. 

“Because you’re still gonna sleep with Paige, you need to stop being a bitch, Aniyah," Jazmine scoffs.

"What did I tell you about calling me a bitch" Aniyah snaps.

Jazmine's eyes widened at Aniyah's sudden outburst and the fact that she is standing up for herself in general. She wasn't expecting it since Aniyah has been nothing but a pushover so far.

"I’m not trying to fight with you; I just want you to stop fucking Paige," Jazmine mutters, looking down at the ground.

"Look, I've been more than patient with you, Jazmine, but if you call me a bitch one more time, I will not hesitate to smack the shit outta you," Aniyah warns.

"Okay," Jazmine mumbles, looking everywhere but Aniyah.

Aniyah sighs. Once again, she almost let her anger control the situation; she desperately needs to get a handle on her quick anger. She will be calling Sonya her therapist immediately after this conversation.

“But you do know  Paige can sleep with who she wants right?” Aniyah asks softly.

“I know, I just wasn't expecting you to be fucking her,” Jazmine says.

“Wait, are you and Paige talking or exclusive?” Aniyah questions, worried that she is actually doing Jazmine dirty.

"No,” Jazmine says, casting her eyes away from Aniyah.

“Then what's the problem?” Aniyah asks, confused.

“I should be the only one fucking her; I'm a little selfish,” Jazmine says.

“Girl, that's the wrong person to try to be possessive over,” Aniyah says, laughing humorlessly.

“How so?” Jazmine questions. 

“Paige is single and sexy as hell, and she knows that, shit, we are the only ones she sleeps with consistently, but we ain't the only ones,” Aniyah explains.

“I know,I wanna be the only one fucking her Jazmine says

“Wait Jazzy do  you have feelings for Paige?” Aniyah asks softly.

"Nope," Jazmine says a little too quickly.

Aniyah doesn't believe the girl, but if Jazmine refuses to admit it, there isn't anything she can do. However, there is a big possibility that Jazmine is telling the truth, but Aniyah highly doubts that just from her behavior and actions.

“Then what’s the problem?” Aniyah questions.

“It isn't one, but just let me ask you a question,” Jazmine says 

"Wassup,” Aniyah says

“Did you meet the team?” Jazmine asks quietly.

 Aniyah hesitates; she doesn’t want to lie to Jazmine, but she does hang with the team quite often. After going over it briefly in her head, Aniyah decides to lie. She knows how much Jazmine wants to meet the basketball team, and it would be cruel to basically brag about it to the girl in front of her.

“Yeah, but it was briefly at Ted's; Nu was there, and I was saying hi to her; they are more her friends than mine.” Aniyah lies smoothly.

"Okay, cool,” Jazmine said, her mood improving slightly.

“So we good?” Aniyah asks, holding her arms open for a hug.

"Yeah, we good,” Jazmine quietly lies as she hugs Aniyah back. 

They were in fact not good, minor resentment began to brew inside of Jazmine. She wants Paige all to herself. Jazmine didn't know the other girls that the basketball player slept with ,so they didn't exist in her mind. But Aniyah is right here; Jazmine isn’t worried, though. She knows she has a huge advantage over the girl because of how long Jazmine has been messing with Paige, and she's confident this will end soon.  So all Jazmine has to do is be patient and wait.

[twistedheartsclub]

Obedient Flower: Yandere X FEM Reader

Non-consensual sexual scenes (noncon/dubcon), Psychological manipulation Forced marriage, Breeding kink / pregnancy obsession, Power imbalance (age gap, wealth, influence), Isolation & captivity, Domestic control (obedience training, behavioral correction), Familial complicity in abuse,Jealous/obsessive male lead ,Emotional dependency and submission,Stockholm syndrome themes

Quick Summary: When Y/N discovers her boyfriend’s betrayal, she walks away—only to be claimed by his older brother, Silas. Wealthy, possessive, and dangerously obsessed, Silas takes her as his wife and molds her into the perfect, obedient mother. Under the watchful eyes of his powerful family, Y/N is taught to serve, please, and submit. And as her belly grows, so does her whispered devotion.

Hello reader.. I might have to say this is my favorite story yet… Enjoy. 

Three years.

That’s how long Y/N had given to him. Time she couldn’t get back. Birthdays, Christmas mornings, late-night phone calls when he couldn’t sleep. She held him when he was weak, laughed at his jokes even when they weren’t funny, stood by him when his own friends disappeared.

Three years of love.

Of loyalty.

Of becoming his home.

She never thought it would end like this.

She had only stepped out to grab his favorite takeout from the Thai place two blocks away. Rain misted the city in a gentle gray haze, the air thick with warmth and summer. Her fingers tightened around the bag as she made her way up the stairs to the apartment they shared. She was smiling.

And then… she heard it.

A soft gasp. A rhythmic thud. Moaning.

Coming from inside.

Y/N stopped at the door, the keys frozen in her hand. For a second, she thought it had to be a movie playing. A mistake. Maybe the neighbors?

But then she heard his voice. That breathless groan. That hushed, filthy tone he only used when—

No.

Her hands moved on their own.

She unlocked the door. Stepped inside.

The smell hit her first—sex, sweat, and betrayal.

There they were. Right there on the couch. Her couch. Their couch.

The girl straddling him wore her necklace. Her favorite blanket was bunched under the other girl’s knees. And her boyfriend’s hands were on someone else’s body.

For one long moment, no one moved. And then he saw her.

“Y/N—shit—babe, wait—I can explain—”

She didn’t wait.

Didn’t scream. Didn’t cry. Didn’t make a scene.

She just looked at him, gaze hollow, took one step back… and let the bag of food fall to the floor.

And then she left.

Quiet. Controlled. Like a ghost walking out of her own life.

He called her six times. Messaged her seventeen.

She didn’t answer any of them.

Then, once the adrenaline wore off and the numbness settled in, she sent one message. Just one.

“You were never enough for me anyway. Good luck finding someone who fakes it better.”

And then she put her phone on silent.

The Knock

It came just after midnight.

Soft at first—barely noticeable above the storm outside. She thought it might’ve been the wind.

Then again.

Three sharp knocks.

Y/N rose from the couch slowly, heartbeat steady but cold. She hadn’t cried yet. Not once. But the weight in her chest was solid—like stone.

She opened the door.

And there he stood.

Silas.

Tall. Lean. Dark-haired, broad-shouldered, with that same cruelly handsome face that had haunted her in passing over the years. He was her ex’s older brother—older by almost a decade. Always quiet. Always watching.

And right now?

Dripping wet. Dressed in black. And looking at her like she was prey.

He didn’t speak.

Not at first.

Just looked her up and down. Not with pity. Not even with sympathy.

With hunger.

Then, finally, he spoke. Voice low. Rough.

“So. He fucked up.”

Y/N swallowed, hand tightening on the doorframe.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

He stepped inside without permission, the door closing behind him with a heavy click.

“I came to collect what my brother clearly didn’t know how to keep.”

She backed away, breath caught in her throat. “I’m not yours.”

His smile was slow. Dangerous.

“You will be.”

Y/N stared at Silas like she couldn’t quite believe he was real.

Tall, soaking wet, unapologetically masculine. The kind of man who didn’t ask before taking what he wanted. The kind of man who didn’t have to.

He glanced around her apartment like he already owned it. And maybe, in his mind, he did.

“You always leave your door unlocked like that?” he asked, walking past her.

She didn’t answer.

He took off his coat and tossed it on her chair. The rain had left his shirt nearly see-through. His tattoos peeked from the sleeves, the muscle under his skin shifting with every move.

“I didn’t invite you in,” she said quietly.

Silas smiled—slow, dark, wolfish.

“No,” he said, stepping closer. “But you didn’t tell me to leave, either.”

He towered over her now, chest to chest, eyes locked on hers. She tried to hold her ground, but her body betrayed her—tension creeping into her shoulders, breath shallow.

“You’ve been with a boy for three years,” he murmured. “But I’m not a boy, Y/N. And I don’t share.”

Her lip trembled. “I don’t want this.”

“Yes, you do,” he said, voice like velvet over gravel. “You just don’t know what this feels like yet.”

He grabbed her chin—gentle, almost tender—but firm enough to make her flinch.

“I’ve been watching you,” he whispered. “And I knew it the moment you walked into our family. You were never meant for him.”

“Let go of me,” she breathed, trying to turn away.

He did.

Only to shove her backward, hard enough to send her stumbling onto the couch.

“Don’t ever turn your back on me when I’m talking,” he said, eyes narrowed. “You’re mine now. I don’t care what lies you told yourself with my brother. I’m the one who wants you. I’m the one who’ll take care of you.”

He knelt between her legs.

“You think I came here to talk?” he said. “I came to make sure you don’t run again.”

She tried to crawl back, but he caught her ankle and dragged her toward him with terrifying ease.

She kicked, struggled, begged—but Silas had the strength of a man who never lost. He shoved her knees apart, one hand pinning her down while the other slipped beneath her shirt.

“No—Silas, please—don’t do this—”

He slapped her.

Not across the face. Across her thigh—hard. Loud.

She gasped. The sting lit her nerves like fire.

“You don’t get to say no,” he growled. “Not when you looked at me like that all these years. Not when you came to my family’s house wearing those little dresses, pretending you didn’t notice me watching.”

“I didn’t!” she cried, twisting under him. “I never wanted this—”

“But I did,” he snapped, pushing her shirt up to expose her chest. “And that’s what matters now.”

He palmed her breast roughly, leaned in to suck, bite, claim.

“Silas—please!”

But he didn’t stop.

He yanked her shorts down. Spread her legs. Ignored the tears in her eyes. Held her hips tight and buried his face between her thighs, licking deep and slow, groaning like he lived off her.

She sobbed, trying to twist away—but he followed, relentless.

“Sweet little thing,” he muttered against her. “You’re going to take me so well.”

When he finally entered her, it was with a growl.

One hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her hip as he drove into her—hard, fast, furious.

Her screams filled the apartment.

His name.

Her pleas.

And when he was done, when he came inside her and held her down while he pulsed deep in her body, he kissed her lips and whispered:

“You’re mine now.”

Afterward, she lay limp, tears drying on her cheeks. Silas didn’t move far. He stayed close. Watching her.

“You’re not going back to your old life,” he said softly. “I’m filing for the marriage license tomorrow.”

She choked. “You can’t.”

“Oh, I can. And I will.”

He stood, buckling his belt. “And when you start feeling sick in the mornings? Don’t be surprised. I meant what I said—I’m going to fill you up until you're carrying my name and my child.”

He turned to leave, only to pause at the door.

“Oh—and if your ex tries to come crawling back?”

His smirk curved dark.

“I’ll send him a wedding invite.”

She tried going home.

She really did.

After that night—after his hands, his breath, his violence—she thought maybe, just maybe, she could escape. Go back to her small apartment, curl into her bed, lock the door and pretend none of it ever happened.

But when she got there, her keys didn’t work.

Not jammed. Not broken.

Replaced.

A man in a suit stood by the door—tall, polite, terrifyingly blank-faced. “Mr. Silas Langston requested your belongings be transferred to his residence.”

“His—what?” she whispered.

“You’re expected. He’ll be home at six.”

She shoved past him and pounded on the door, screaming. Nothing. The apartment wasn’t hers anymore.

And just like that, she had nowhere to go.

His house was not a house.

It was a mansion. Hidden behind iron gates, surrounded by trees and long private roads. The kind of place that felt like a fortress more than a home.

She was led inside by staff who never made eye contact.

Marble floors. Black and gold accents. Cold silence in every corner.

A bedroom with no locks. Cameras in the corners. Closets full of clothes she never picked.

At six o’clock, the door opened.

And Silas stepped in.

Suit pressed. Tie loosened. Eyes darker than ever.

“You look like you’ve been crying,” he said, setting down his briefcase. “Good. It means you’re learning.”

She backed away. “You had no right—”

“I have every right,” he interrupted, walking toward her. “I warned you. You belong to me now.”

She slapped him.

He didn’t flinch.

He just smiled.

And then, without a word, he grabbed her wrist and threw her onto the bed.

He tore at her clothes—not just removing, ripping. She struggled, kicked, screamed—but he overpowered her like it was nothing.

“Don’t fight me,” he growled, pinning her wrists above her head. “You don’t get to fight anymore.”

He kissed her like he hated her—bruising and possessive—his tongue forcing past her lips, his teeth biting skin already sore.

When he entered her, it was hard. Brutal.

Every thrust was punishment. His grip left fingerprints. His mouth never stopped—biting her neck, licking away her tears, whispering filth into her ear.

“You think anyone else will want you now? After this?” “Say my name when I fuck you.” “Let them hear you scream for me.”

She sobbed. Begged.

He slapped her across the face when she called him a monster.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t dream about me when you were with him,” he snarled. “I saw it in your eyes. You wanted me to ruin you.”

When he finished, he stayed inside her, holding her still, panting against her skin like an animal after a kill.

“You’ll never leave,” he said simply. “I’ll tear down this city before I let you walk out that door.”

Silas Langston wasn’t just rich.

He was untouchable.

He didn’t just run one company—he controlled several. Real estate. Technology. Pharmaceuticals. Media.

Entire city blocks answered to his name. Politicians owed him favors. Police chiefs owed him silence.

He didn’t just have power—he was power.

When her family called?

They were told she was fine. That she’d gone on a trip. That she was in love.

When her best friend showed up at her job?

She was met with lawyers, NDAs, and security guards who spoke in rehearsed lines.

Silas had rewritten her life.

All from his penthouse throne.

It started two weeks after the move.

Sickness in the morning. Dizziness. Cramping.

She sat on the bathroom floor, cold tile against her skin, hands shaking.

“No,” she whispered. “Please no…”

But deep down, she knew.

She was late.

And her body… wasn’t hers anymore.

That night, Silas came home to find her curled up in bed, face pale.

He sat beside her and placed a hand low on her stomach.

“Feeling it, aren’t you?” he whispered. “That ache?”

She didn’t respond.

“You’re carrying my child.”

She sobbed.

He smiled.

“I’ll put a ring on your finger before the week’s out.”

A male doctor arrived to confirm the pregnancy. Young. Kind-eyed.

Too kind.

Silas watched the exam like a wolf. Staring. Breathing heavy.

The second the doctor touched her wrist, Silas was on him.

“Get your fucking hands off her.”

“Mr. Langston, I—I’m just—”

Silas grabbed him by the collar and shoved him into the wall. “You so much as look at her again, I’ll bury you and buy the hospital that signs your death certificate.”

The doctor didn’t return.

And after that?

Only women were allowed near Y/N.

But even they didn’t speak unless Silas approved it.

She didn’t walk down the aisle.

She was dragged.

Her wrists bore faint bruises beneath the lace gloves. Her dress, white and delicate, was tailored tight across her swelling belly. A visual lie—purity wrapped around captivity.

Only a few guests were invited. All powerful. All silent. They smiled like they didn’t know the truth, but their eyes said everything.

Silas stood at the altar in black, watching her like a man about to devour something warm and screaming.

She tried to run that morning. One last attempt.

But he found her at the gates—barefoot, breathless, eyes wild with hope.

He didn’t yell.

He didn’t strike her.

He simply carried her back in silence and whispered:

“You want the ceremony bloody or clean?”

“I do,” she whispered, voice trembling.

He didn’t give her a chance to say no.

The moment the officiant announced them, he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her hard—tongue forcing its way past her lips, teeth nipping cruelly.

He kissed her like it was proof. Like he’d won.

Because he had.

The bedroom was dim, draped in soft silks, flickering with low candlelight. It looked romantic.

It wasn’t.

He didn’t even let her undress herself. He tore the dress down the back, yanking it from her body as she fought to cover herself.

“No,” she begged. “Not tonight—please—”

“You tried to run.”

His voice was low, calm. That made it worse.

“You embarrassed me. You almost left our child fatherless.”

He shoved her onto the bed, face-first into the pillows.

“I told you I’d make our first night special,” he growled, pulling her hips up. “So you’ll remember it every time you sit.”

He didn't prep her. Didn’t ease her into it.

Just took her.

From behind. Brutal. Unforgiving.

The sound of skin meeting skin echoed through the room, loud against her muffled sobs.

He leaned over her back, panting, voice thick with obsession.

“You’re my wife now,” he whispered, “and I want you to remember exactly what that means.”

Afterward, she lay motionless, body aching.

Silas didn’t leave.

He rolled her onto her back and lowered himself between her legs again, not to claim her this time—but to taste.

He licked her thighs, her entrance, her stomach. Then climbed higher.

His mouth latched onto her breast, suckling hard—like a man starved. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin, tongue circling, moaning like a child taking milk from his mother.

“You’ll feed my baby,” he murmured against her flesh. “But you’ll feed me first.”

He bit down.

She cried out.

He didn’t stop.

By the next morning, the staff had new orders.

Y/N was to be monitored at all times. No calls. No visitors. No unsupervised walks.

A golden collar appeared on her dresser—soft leather, delicate buckle. No lock. Because she wouldn’t dare remove it.

He left a note:

“Wear this if you understand. I’ll be home by midnight. Be ready.”

Y/N stood in front of the mirror in the master bedroom, staring at the soft gold collar laid out for her like a gift.

There was no lock.

That was the point.

Silas didn’t need one.

“Wear this if you understand. I’ll be home by midnight.”

It had been days since the forced wedding. Days of bruises fading, soreness creeping deep into her bones. And yet—his words still clung to her skin like sweat.

She didn’t want to put it on.

But she did.

Her hands shook as she buckled it around her throat.

By the time Silas returned—tired, silent, eyes full of fire—she was kneeling beside the bed just like he said.

Collar on. Head down. Hands folded.

He said nothing at first. Just circled her. Like a man admiring a sculpture he'd sculpted from blood and obedience.

Then he ran his thumb along the edge of the collar and whispered:

“Good girl.”

That praise hit harder than a slap.

But the reward wasn’t soft.

He bent her over the bed and took her hard—again—without undressing her, pushing her panties aside and fucking her fast, deep, his hand wrapped around her throat like a second collar.

“You’re learning,” he growled into her ear. “Let’s see how long you can keep it up.”

She was three months in now.

Rounder. Slower. Her body felt heavier, not just with the child, but with submission.

Silas insisted on a private doctor.

And he never let her go alone.

She sat on the exam table in nothing but a thin gown, her belly just starting to show.

The doctor—a woman this time—smiled kindly, but Y/N could feel the tension in her hands. No one wanted to cross Silas.

“You’ve gained a healthy amount of weight,” the doctor said. “Heartbeat’s strong.”

Y/N nodded.

Silas stood behind her. Silent. Watchful.

When the doctor reached to check her abdomen, Y/N’s gown lifted—and Silas’s hand moved too.

Not to stop the doctor.

But to touch her himself.

Slow, possessive. His hand rested on her bare skin, fingers splayed low, thumb brushing under her breast.

The doctor’s hands froze.

“I can handle the rest,” Silas said smoothly.

The doctor left. Fast.

Y/N stared straight ahead.

He pressed his lips to the back of her neck and whispered:

“You’re glowing.”

Then he reached under the gown and slid his fingers between her thighs, rubbing her slowly—violating her while she sat on a cold metal table meant for medical care.

���You’re so soft when you’re helpless,” he murmured. “I should take you right here.”

And he did.

That evening, she was dressed in silk. Baby bump visible. Collar gone—but the mark remained.

Silas brought her into the Langston estate’s private dining room like a trophy.

His mother waited at the head of the long marble table—elegant, sharp-eyed, wearing her wealth like a second skin.

Y/N was seated beside her. Separated from Silas. Strategic.

As dinner passed—steak, wine, soft laughter from rich mouths—his mother leaned in close.

She didn’t smile.

She didn’t whisper comfort.

She said: “You’ll behave tonight. For your child. And the next.”

Y/N looked at her, eyes wide.

The older woman sipped her wine. “Silas has always been intense. Obsessive, even. But he’s built for this world. You’ll give him everything he needs.”

“I didn’t choose this,” Y/N said, barely audible.

“Neither did I,” his mother replied. “I gave birth to a weapon. And I won’t let him rust.”

Her hand rested lightly on Y/N’s belly.

“Do you know why my younger son cheated?” she asked softly. “Because I told him to. Because I saw the way Silas looked at you. I knew you’d be wasted on anyone else.”

Y/N’s stomach twisted.

“He’ll give you a beautiful life,” she added. “If you behave. If not…”

She glanced across the table—Silas was already watching.

“…he’ll break you again. And again. Until you forget what ‘no’ ever sounded like.”

Her name was Vivienne Langston.

Silas’s younger sister, but still older than Y/N by at least seven years. Tall, statuesque, with the same icy gray eyes as their mother and the same perfect smile that never reached them. She walked like she’d never been told no. She spoke like the world was her chessboard.

And she adored her older brother.

She arrived late to the dinner party, wrapped in crimson silk, heels clicking like a countdown. Her hair was pinned high, lips painted sharp.

She didn’t speak to Y/N. Not at first.

She kissed Silas on the cheek and whispered something that made him smirk.

Then she sat beside Y/N at the massive dining table and simply stared.

“I see why he chose you,” Vivienne finally said. “You’re… soft.”

It wasn’t a compliment.

Y/N didn’t reply.

Vivienne’s smile grew. “Don’t worry. You’ll toughen up. We all do.”

After dinner, the mansion buzzed with quiet conversations and expensive wine. Y/N slipped away, needing air. The garden doors were cracked open, and she moved outside, barefoot, trembling, needing to feel something real.

And then—she heard him.

“Y/N?”

She turned fast.

It was him. Her ex. The boy who started it all. Who broke her. Who handed her to the wolves.

He looked wrecked. Pale. Sweaty palms. Eyes bloodshot.

“I—I didn’t know it would go this far,” he said. “I thought he’d scare you off, not—this.”

She took a step back.

“I’m sorry, okay? I know I fucked up. But you don’t deserve this.”

She wanted to scream at him. Slap him. Cry into his arms.

But she didn’t get the chance.

Vivienne appeared like a shadow in the moonlight.

“Well, look who grew a spine,” she said, her heels silent in the grass. “You almost look like a man when you’re groveling.”

Her ex’s mouth opened—then closed.

Vivienne walked up to Y/N and wrapped her arms around her. Pulled her close. One hand drifted down to her belly, resting there like a brand.

“She’s glowing, isn’t she?” Vivienne purred. “My brother’s child will be perfect. Strong. Obedient. Bred right.”

Y/N froze.

Vivienne turned to her brother. “You did good, you know. Cheating on her. It was the push Silas needed. You broke her so he could build her again.”

She leaned in and kissed Y/N’s cheek like they were sisters.

Y/N felt sick.

The doors slammed open.

Silas stood there, eyes like a storm. His jaw clenched. His fists tight.

He didn’t speak to his sister.

Didn’t acknowledge her ex.

His eyes were locked on her.

He crossed the garden in a few long strides, grabbed Y/N by the arm, and yanked her against his chest.

“She’s not yours to touch,” he growled at Vivienne.

Vivienne only laughed. “Relax. I’m not the one you should be worried about.”

Silas turned his gaze to his brother.

“Speak to her again, and I’ll end you.”

Her ex paled. “Silas, I didn’t—”

But Silas was already dragging Y/N back into the house.

She tried to pull away. “Stop—Silas, stop it—!”

But he wasn’t listening.

He threw her against the bed in one of the guest suites. Not their bedroom—just a place with soundproofed walls and too many mirrors.

She hit the mattress hard, gasping for air.

“Don’t speak to other men,” he snarled, ripping her dress from her body like it offended him. “Don’t look at other men. You are mine.”

She screamed as he flipped her onto her stomach, yanking her hips up. Her knees hit the edge of the bed, her hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

“No—please, Silas, not like this—!”

He slapped her ass, hard.

“Like what?” he growled. “Like the filthy little thing you are? You think I’ll be gentle because you're carrying my child?”

He entered her in one brutal thrust.

She choked on her own scream.

He was rough. Faster than ever. His hands gripped her hips so tightly she’d bruise for days. One hand tangled in her hair, pulling her back, forcing her to arch.

“You were letting him talk to you. Letting him look at you. Do you want him back, Y/N? Huh?”

“No—no! I swear—I didn’t—”

He slapped her again. Her skin burned.

“Beg.”

“Please stop—please—it hurts—!”

He didn't stop.

He rutted her like an animal. Like a man out of control. Growling into her skin. Kissing her shoulder one second, biting it the next.

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

And outside that room?

The family lingered.

His mother sipped her wine. His father lit a cigar. Vivienne leaned against the banister, smiling faintly.

Even his younger brother didn’t move. Just looked away, jaw clenched—but said nothing.

They all heard her.

Every scream. Every sob. Every broken plea.

And none of them stopped him.

Because Silas wasn’t just a man.

He was a god in that house.

And Y/N?

She was the offering.

It began quietly.

After the night in the guest suite—after the screams, the bruises, the choking sobs—Vivienne knocked on Y/N’s bedroom door the next morning with a tray of tea and soft, buttery toast.

No blood. No judgment. Just perfect posture and practiced warmth.

“You can cry later,” she said, setting the tray down. “Right now, you have a home to keep.”

Y/N stared, eyes hollow.

Vivienne sat beside her and brushed her hair gently, slowly, like she was soothing a child.

“We’re going to make you perfect,” she said. “Not just for him. For all of us.”

It became a daily ritual.

The mornings were for walking—slow, careful strolls through the gardens to keep her body strong.

Afternoons were for training.

Vivienne taught her how to speak softly. How to stand with her shoulders relaxed. How to nod at the right moments, tilt her head just enough to look attentive but not opinionated.

“Silas doesn’t like when women talk too much,” Vivienne said, pouring her a glass of rose water. “He likes when they listen.”

His mother joined them in the afternoons. Not cold anymore, but firm. Instructive.

“You’ll learn his favorite dishes,” she said. “He likes grilled lamb, lemon rice, cherry clafoutis. You’ll memorize the scent of his cologne. Know what whiskey he drinks. The books he rereads. The songs that calm him.”

They sat in the sunroom with ledgers of wine varietals and recipes. She was taught how to taste a sauce. Arrange a cheese board. Select a cigar.

Vivienne made her repeat phrases in the mirror until her tone matched exactly.

“You’re not a prisoner,” she would say.

“I’m not a prisoner,” Y/N repeated.

“You’re his reward.”

“I’m… his reward.”

And little by little, Y/N began to believe it.

She didn’t fight anymore.

She walked with her shoulders down. Spoke only when spoken to. Stopped flinching when Silas touched her belly.

She began asking about his day. Kissing his knuckles when he handed her a glass. Curling up beside him without waiting to be told.

She was glowing.

Pregnancy rounded her features, softened her frame. Her belly swelled beneath soft knit dresses. Her voice grew quieter. Sweeter.

And one evening… everything shifted.

The Langston family gathered in the sitting room. Golden light from chandeliers shimmered off crystal glasses. Y/N sat on the tufted velvet sofa in a soft beige maternity dress, legs tucked beneath her like a perfect ornament.

Silas sat beside her, one arm resting lazily across the back of the couch. He sipped dark whisky from a glass rimmed with gold.

Vivienne sat across from them, swirling her wine. Their mother embroidered silently in the corner, her needle delicate but precise. The father—distant, graying, powerful—was thumbing through a ledger, half-listening.

They were discussing baby names.

“I still like Constantine,” Silas said. “Strong. Regal.”

“Or Bellamy,” Vivienne offered, sipping her wine. “For a girl.”

Y/N smiled quietly.

She hadn’t been asked for input. And yet… she leaned against Silas’s shoulder. Her head rested there gently, and her hand moved slowly to her belly.

She rubbed it in soft, absent circles.

Then—without being told—she tilted her face up and kissed him.

Right on the cheek. Tender. Adoring.

The whole room went still for a breath.

Y/N smiled at no one in particular and said, “Would anyone like more wine? Or snacks? I can bring something.”

“I’d love some more,” Vivienne said, smiling faintly. “The way you arranged the figs earlier? Very elegant.”

Y/N beamed. “Of course.”

She stood carefully, her movements graceful, trained.

As she left the room, tray in hand, the family looked at one another.

Silas’s mother nodded.

His father smirked.

Vivienne whispered, “She’s breaking beautifully.”

And Silas?

He downed the rest of his whisky in one long sip and stared after his wife—his fragile, pregnant, perfect little thing.

His.

It started with a name.

Dinner was quiet that evening, only the two of them. The staff had retreated. The lights were dim. Candles flickered. Silas was reading a business proposal while Y/N, heavy with child, served him from a crystal dish—handmade pasta with lemon cream sauce.

She stood silently by his side, hands folded, waiting for the inevitable praise.

But when he took his first bite, his eyes narrowed.

“This isn’t right,” he said flatly.

Y/N flinched. “I—I followed the recipe exactly.”

His fork clinked against the plate.

“Did you taste it?”

She hesitated. “No. I— I wanted it to be fresh for you.”

Wrong answer.

Silas stood slowly, his chair scraping the floor.

“Come here.”

Her bare feet moved without thinking. Belly full and aching. Gown fluttering around her ankles.

He took her hand and pressed her palm flat against the edge of the table.

“I’m not punishing you,” he said softly. “I’m teaching you.”

Then he struck the back of her hand with the wooden spoon. Once. Twice. Not hard enough to break skin, but enough to sting, to burn, to shame.

She whimpered but didn’t pull away.

Afterward, he kissed her knuckles, knelt, and pressed his forehead against her swollen belly.

“I forgive you,” he whispered.

And Y/N—shaking, breath caught in her throat—whispered back, “Thank you.”

She was seven months along now.

Glowing. Huge. Radiant in a silk maternity dress, one hand always resting on her belly like a queen cradling the future.

They were house shopping—Vivienne, Mother, and her. For expansion, they said. More space for a nursery. A garden for the children. A new sunroom for nursing.

The estate was in a private community, lined with fountains and pearly iron gates.

“I like this one,” Y/N said gently, her voice light.

Vivienne beamed. “You’re learning to lead with grace.”

“Good girl,” Mother added.

Y/N smiled.

But then—a hand caught her wrist.

A woman. Late thirties. Pretty in a haunted sort of way. Her nails were bitten. Her eyes wide. Her voice desperate.

“Are you Y/N?”

Y/N froze. “Yes—?”

“You have to listen to me—please, you have to. He’s done this before. The last girl—Isla—he kept her hidden for two years. She thought she was special too. She thought she was loved.”

“What—?” Y/N’s heart began to race.

Vivienne’s voice echoed from behind, sharp and falsely cheerful.

“There you are! Oh dear, strangers shouldn’t touch pregnant women—it’s bad luck.”

The woman clutched tighter.

“He’ll take your soul, Y/N. And when he’s done, he’ll move on. Please—”

Mother appeared, her hand landing firmly on Y/N’s back, steering her away with effortless strength.

“Let’s not cause a scene,” she said softly. “You’ve had enough excitement.”

Y/N didn’t speak.

Not in the car.

Not when they returned.

Not even when Silas kissed her forehead that night and told her she looked like a goddess.

The next morning, the light felt too bright.

The nursery felt cold. Her clothes too tight. Her reflection—a stranger.

She stared at the mirror.

At her belly.

At her wrists.

At the faint bruises on her hand from the spoon.

She didn’t want to eat. She didn’t want to speak. Her lips were dry. Her heartbeat thundered.

She began to cry—but didn’t know why.

Silas found her sitting on the nursery floor, hair undone, staring blankly at a tiny pair of baby socks.

He knelt beside her.

Touched her face.

“Y/N,” he said gently, “what did she say to you?”

She shook her head.

“Tell me.”

“I… I just want to be good,” she whispered. “I want you to love me. I want this to be real.”

He pulled her into his lap, one hand stroking her belly, the other cradling her head.

“It is real,” he murmured. “But you need to trust me. There are people who want to ruin what we’ve built. They envy you. They want what you have.”

She sniffled, nodded slowly.

His hand drifted lower. Beneath her dress. Between her thighs.

“Let me remind you,” he said softly. “Let me show you how much I love you.”

He touched her until she gasped. Until her head lolled back against his shoulder, tears still falling, but her body betraying her with warmth and need.

And as he whispered filth into her ear—how good she was, how tight, how precious—she closed her eyes and whispered something back.

So soft he almost didn’t hear it:

“Please… I love you. Please just love me kindly. Love us kindly…”

And Silas?

He smiled against her neck.

Because now—he knew—

she was his forever.

Y/N had changed.

She no longer moved like a captive. She moved like a wife. A mother. A Langston.

She smiled easily now. Soft and sweet. She wore pearls and pastel cashmere, her hair brushed into gentle waves. She had a schedule—morning walks with the baby, tea with Mother, embroidery with Vivienne.

She obeyed.

Not because she feared punishment.

But because obedience had become her language.

Every “yes, darling.” Every whispered “I’m sorry.” Every time she sank to her knees and took him into her mouth without being asked...

She was perfect.

And they worshipped her for it.

She delivered a girl.

The room had been white and glowing. Her cries were loud. Silas never left her side. He held her hand through the blood, the pain, the screaming.

When she looked at him through tears, she said, “Did I do good?”

And he kissed her knuckles and said, “You did perfect, sweetheart.”

She held the baby—small, pink, quiet—and whispered, “My little purpose.”

That night, Mother braided her hair and whispered, “It’s time to start thinking of the next.”

Vivienne added, “Your body’s ready. You’re still so young, so soft. He wants a son.”

Y/N nodded slowly.

No fear.

Just duty.

Silas didn’t take her that night.

He waited.

He waited until her body healed, until her milk came in, until she wore that silk robe he liked—low across her collarbone, tied just beneath her full breasts.

Then he laid her down. Kissed her stomach. Praised her body.

“I want another,” he whispered against her skin. “You’re meant to carry me.”

Y/N whimpered beneath him.

She whispered, “I love you,” as he filled her again.

Her thighs trembled. Her fingers gripped the sheets. And when he leaned down and asked, “Whose are you?” she whispered it back.

“Yours.”

A year later, no one would have recognized her.

She hosted luncheons now. She planned seasonal menus. She giggled with wives at playdates and accepted praise for her perfect manners, her radiant motherhood, her glowing second pregnancy.

“She’s blossomed,” Mother would say proudly.

Vivienne smirked, “She’s our crown jewel.”

And at night—always at night—Silas took his reward.

Sometimes gently.

Sometimes with growls, jealousy in his hands, teeth against her neck.

But Y/N always opened her legs. She always whispered, “I love you.” She always obeyed.

Because it was the only way she stayed sacred.

The final scene is simple.

They sit together on the grand balcony.

Y/N is visibly pregnant again. Her daughter sleeps inside the nursery. The house is lit by soft, gold lamps. Vivienne and Mother are drinking tea. There is laughter.

Silas stands behind her chair, his hands resting on her shoulders.

She looks up at him with glassy, adoring eyes.

“You've given me everything,” he says.

She smiles.

Because she believes it.

Even now.

Even after everything.

And as the stars rise and her unborn child kicks softly beneath her ribs…

Y/N whispers:

“I love you. I’ll be good. Just keep loving me kindly.”

And he kisses the top of her head.

Because she’s done exactly what he wanted all along.

She’s no longer broken.

She’s his.

Forever.

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When Our Stars Cross Paths; III Treech x Mentor!Reader

Pairing: Treech x Mentor!Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Swearing, Slapping

Sweet Angels🪻: @nemesii @mrsyixingunicorn10 @chmpgneprblem @thxmiss @storiesofmyhead

🎬Mood boards🎬

You were really starting to regret showing up.

Holding out your hand for the taller boy to shake, you hadn’t expected a warm reception or even a polite acknowledgment. After all, your people were the reason he was in this awful situation to begin with. However, these doubts weren’t going to deter you from making an effort.

So when Treech made no move to shake your hand you tried to not take it personally. A feat that became exceptionally harder as you glanced over towards the District twelve cart where you saw how well Coriolanus and Lucy Gray were getting on.

Your gaze drifted back towards your tribute’s, who had failed to take his eyes off of yours since you had made your presence known. Cold, calculating eyes studying you, as if you were his prey that he was in the middle of stalking. His stare didn’t hold any anger per say, but rather mistrust and suspicion. Something you had seen when first approaching many of the other tributes you had previously offered food to.

Gradually becoming more uncomfortable by the growing tension, you decided to offer the District seven pair food from your canvas bag in an attempt to diminish some of their skepticism—or rather Treech’s skepticism and Lamina’s outright terror. Shifting your bag off of your shoulder, you held the tote out towards the two.

“Would either of you like some food or water?”

You gave the pair a soft smile, praying they wouldn’t let their hesitancy prevent them from taking what was most likely their first meal in days. You were overjoyed when Lamina took a step forward out from behind Treech and towards the bag, her vibrant red hair glittering as she entered the sunlight. Yet your hopes were once again squashed as Treech held out his arm to prevent the younger girl from moving closer towards you. His umber brown eyes never once leaving your gaze.

“Don’t.”

His voice broke the ever growing silence, this being the first thing he had said to you throughout your short interaction. You weren’t sure if he was ordering Lamina to not come towards you, or rather demanding of you to step away from them. No matter his intention, Lamina shrunk away from the bag, despite her eyes showing an obvious temptation to go against the older boy and pursue the food she so desperately needed. While you wouldn’t force any of tributes to take anything from you, you wouldn’t deny the frightened girl food even if her district partner didn’t approve. So reaching into the canvas to pull out a water bottle and a persimmon, you held the offerings out towards the girl who’s eyes seemed to widen at the sight of the drink and fruit. However she still appeared to be to scared to take the food from you while the disapproval of Treech loomed over her.

“It’s okay Lamina, these are for you.”

This time Lamina didn’t wait for Treech to stop her and quickly scampered towards your hands to collect her treats, giving a final glance into your eyes as if she was scared you would pull the food away at the last second. However, after you offered a gentle smile and a small nod, the last of her worries were put to rest and she quickly snatched up the fruit and bottle. You involuntarily shivered as her cold hands brushed against your own, not failing to notice the dirt that caked the inside of her nails from long days of working in the forests back home. You suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of responsibility for the girl and a desperation to help her stay alive, when you were reminded of the tribute you could in fact save-who also happened to be standing right in front of you. Taking your eyes off Lamina, who was currently peeling her persimmon, you brought your gaze back up towards the taller boy.

And oh fuck was he pissed.

“Just who the hell do you think you are?”

Treech was clearly infuriated by your persistence in talking to the two of them—which was largely due to your inherent stubbornness, as well as Lamina’s approaching of you, even after he deemed you untrustworthy. The stare that once held only skepticism and wariness, now contained a multitude of resentment and irritation. You were just about to start fearing for your safety when a piercing whistle broke through the air.

“All tributes into the van, now!”

Peacekeepers began marching over towards District seven pair, and you saw this as your cue to make your way down to the other districts you hadn’t reached yet to offer them food and drink as well. Remembering the little girls who couldn’t have been older than twelve that you had seen during the Reapings, you felt especially desperate to make sure they were hydrated and well fed. However, as you attempted to move around the pair you had previously been standing with, you felt a strong hand suddenly grab onto your arm, sending you stumbling backwards into a solid chest.

Twisting around to meet your assailant, you sent your hand flying across the face of who you assumed was a peacekeeper. Unfortunately to your horror the groans you heard upon impact did not belong to a grown man, but rather a teenage boy. Now mortified at the knowledge that you had just slapped your tribute-who’s safety you were responsible for, you sheepishly brought your gaze up towards Treech, who was rubbing his own hand against his cheek, clearly more shocked than angered at you hitting him.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

You were taken aback by his words. Not only for the fact that his voice had lost the sharp edge it previously held, but also that he cared more about you answering what you had assumed was a rhetorical question, than you striking him across the face. You felt your face heat up as you gazed into his still hard set eyes, unsure of how to answer his question, you had already informed him that you were his mentor.

luckily for you, your embarrassment was cut short by a peacekeeper pulling on Treech’s shoulder and yanking him towards a van that was parked on the opposite side of the train station. The taller boy tried to fight against the armed man, but his attempts were quickly shut down by a gun being nudged into his back. Treech spared one last look towards you as he was marched off towards the van, witnessing a slight scowl on his face as he eventually left your range of sight. Lamina, who you hadn’t noticed had already left, was waiting for him by the doors. Next to her was Lucy Gray and who you assumed was her district partner, Jessup.

You shifted your canvas bag back onto your shoulder, disappointed that you weren’t able to meet the rest of the tributes from the lower districts, who were currently being rounded up. The number of peacekeepers eventually dwindled as the last of the tributes were shoveled into the van, and you were just about to turn around and head for the exit when a flash of vibrant red clothing caught your eye.

Coriolanus was sneaking into the van with the tributes.

You wouldn’t usually think of yourself as an impulsive person, however something in your gut told you to follow your classmate. If not for your own curiosity than his safety. So watching diligently to ensure the remaining few peacekeepers’ attention was diverted, you swiftly made your way across the train station and hauled yourself into the now cramped vehicle.

You regretted your decision almost immediately.

A/N

So sorry for the short chapter and lack of updates this week as i’ve been sick, however more chapters are definitely on the way and i’m really excited to start building the relationship between Treech and our mc! I promise my posting schedule will start to be more often and consistent, please bare with me and thank you so much for your kind words and comments 😊

[lacebvnny]

- The only one I got my sights on -

Jacaerys Velaryon x Female!Reader

Summary: The eldest son of Rhaenyra Targaryen has been a close friend of yours for years, and he won't accept you are promised to someone else.

Rating: 18+, masturbation, voyeurism

A/n: this didn't came as hot as I wanted it to be :/

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Fuck, Jacaerys, what are you doing?

The eldest Velaryon kept dwelling on that thought.

He knew he would be in deep trouble if any of y/n's ladies in waiting came and found him in her chambers. What excuse would he give? Was he measuring the magnitude of the scandal he would be in? Rhaenyra Targaryen's rightful heir, peeking on a lady during her bath.

Still, he couldn't help himself and snuck in the moment he saw the door barely open, approaching with silent steps being specially careful to avoid knocking down any vase or candle on his way to the isolated corner of her chambers.

His gaze spotted a petite figure behind the voluminous curtains, and he blinked many times with enthusiasm and anticipation when he reasoned he arrived just in time to presence with his own eyes his beloved bathing.

He watched her from the small gap between the heavy pieces of fabric, as she threw into the hot water what appeared to be some flower petals and a curious mix of powders.

The lingering steam carried the sweet scent of cinnamon to him, sniffing it in as if he was locating a juicy prey. So this is why she always smelled so sweet, he concluded.

When she was done preparing the water, his eyes glistened with curiosity and lust as she began undoing the lacing of her night chemise, guiding her fingers through the tight knots one by one.

Jace watched the garment slid down her delicate shoulders, the silky material stopping just above her round hips.

He always wondered if the freckles on her face were also decorating another part of her body, and now that he saw her bare back, the mistery was solved. A beautiful constellation of them adorning her dainty nape, tracing down her spine, stopping just above those cute dimples.

Y/n forced the chemise down her hips, letting it fall to the floor and Jace's heart skipped a beat as he drank in the vision of her round bottoms.

He swallowed, his breeches were tight on him already, and he palmed his crotch over the thick fabric noticing how hard he became in seconds. His brain tried to recreate the texture of what his eyes were witnessing, with vain efforts to hide the guilt overcoming him like a dark shadow standing behind him.

Everything worsened the moment the sweet maiden crossed over the edge of the tub one of her legs, allowing him to catch a glimpse of her bare slit, muttering a small chains of "Ow's" when the hot water licked her skin.

The young prince bit his bottom lip after the sight before him made him harder, his mind started wandering on the most sinful toughts about feeling, touching, tasting that adorable little cunt and the sounds he could force out of her mouth.

Damn it, if only she had been betrothed to him instead.

Nevertheless, Jace knew what he was doing in this very moment. He was no different from any other man, he thought to himself, as his trembling digits undid the few buttons of his breeches to set his aching cock free.

He stroked it roughly and choked a groan, the head leaking with crystalline beads he smeared on his cock after giving himself a few starting pumps. The way he began fisting it developed vivid fantasies on how she would probably clench around him and yes, Jace was so certain y/n's maiden cunt was so tight it made him twitch in excitement.

Y/n found her spot in the tub, resting her back against it and sighing in relief while she slid her fingers through her dampened hair, applying some oils in the wavy strands he loved so much.

If he closed his eyes, he could literally feel those curls of hers tangled between his knuckles, forcing her back to arch against him while he rutted into her incessantly.

Then, she turned around to grab some soapy scents resting on the small table next to the tub, finally facing him, offering the clean view he desired of her chest.

A sigh escaped past his lips when his eyes wandered from one of her tits to another, noticing they had the perfect size to fit in his hands, centered with those perky rosy nipples that hardened everytime the water caressed them.

The Velaryon prince felt the heat coming from inside, the warm steam escaping from between the curtains crashing against his face, making some droplets of sweat stream down his forehead. He stroked himself faster, and he found himself leaning his shoulder against the wall to find balance, gasping for air.

Oh, how he wished he could just barge in and roam his hands around her wet skin, cupping those beatiful tits and fucking her raw inside that tub and--

Fuck, he was not going to last long.

His mouth went agape as y/n smoothed the skin of her shoulders with the scented oils, her hands traveling across her collarbones, her breasts, and oh shit, it was as if he was mimicking her movements when he pinched the head of his cock at the same time her fingers slid down past her nipples.

It was when her delicate hands traveled down her belly that Jace's hips began thrusting forward, fucking his hand in some unresolved and messy rythm. He clung to the last remnants of his judgement to abstain from moaning the name of the muse bathing in front of him.

Finally, when a violent and forceful pace took control of his sanity, he came undone against his hand, suppresing a moan as he clenched his teeth, his thick seed leaking through his fingers.

He glanced over his shoulder to check if anyone had seen him, cursing himself for being so careless while he tucked his messy, limping cock back inside.

Yes, the peak of the pleasure was gone, but the heavy compunction stayed, weighing on his shoulders.

He wondered when did y/n go from that loud, clumsy child who always stuck with him, to that lady who awoke in him the most lustful ideas.

Y/n continued humming while she cleaned herself, and Jace turned around and began walking away, doing his best to avoid making any sound everytime his boots made contact with the stone floor.

His head crept out first, looking both sides ensuring that he wouldn't meet with anyone walking down the corridor as he sneaked out of her chambers.

Before leaving, he grabbed the door handle and closed her door tightly. He didn't want any knight or lord to repeat the same questionable act he just did.

Trying to gulp down the guilt, he realized how he actually didn't regret what had been done.

Y/n was meant for him, even if she was to be wed to someone else. It was an unforgivable mistake made by her parents, he thought.

So, if life wouldn't grant him the wish to be at the side of the woman he loved so dearly... He would allow himself to commit some mistakes as well.

[amazingmsme]

Best Served Cold

AN: it shouldn’t really come as any surprise that I’m a Tim Stoker stan & that man needs to get knocked down a few pegs. The role reversal prompt was perfect for them, cause sometimes the tickle monster just needs a taste of his own medicine! Without further ado, here’s day 22’s fic!

Martin was on his way back down to the archives, a fresh cup of tea in hand. He was halfway back from the break room when a loud shriek echoed down the stone halls followed by shrill, frantic giggles. He smiled to himself, rolling his eyes fondly. It seems Sasha fell prey to Tim's antics once more.

Oh well, better her than him.

He walked down the rest of the stairs and around the corner, her laughter growing louder the closer he got closer. Sure enough, Tim had cornered her between the wall and a filing cabinet, giggling herself silly. She looked adorable like this, Martin had to admit, but he sympathized with her plight. He wasn't sure which of them he attacked more frequently...

A rare smirk settled on his face. Perhaps a bit of revenge was in order.

He crept up behind Tim as quietly as he could, but he was too preoccupied with the task at hand to notice anyway. He slowly raised his arms, a predator about to strike.

"Just one more piece! Come on, don't be stingYYYY! Hehehey whahat the hehehell?" His sly bargaining was interrupted by a shocked squeal that quickly gave way to confused laughter.

"What's the matter Tim? I thought you just loved tickling, seeing as you do it to us so much," Martin pointed out, surprisingly bold and teasing with his words, but a rare bout of mischief had taken root, and he was determined to put their resident trouble maker in his place. Sasha barked out a laugh at his words as she recovered, enjoying her front row seat to the show.

"Thahat's not- nohoho don't!" he pivoted mid sentence when Martin's hands scribbled down to his hips.

"I mean, it's only fair to return the favor, don't you think Sasha?" he asked innocently, continuing to hold Tim on his tickly hug. She made a miraculously quick recovery upon hearing those words, already wiggling her fingers at her previous tormentor.

"Oh I couldn't agree more! He's been extra annoying lately, maybe he was just waiting, begging for one of us to just snap," she finally struck, diving right for his belly. He immediately doubled over, bursting out into bright, bubbly giggles.

"I wahahas nohohot!" he denied, twisting in Martin's hold and trying to hold Sasha's hands away. A few quick pinches up his ribs reminded Tim that he was still very much a problem. He arched away with a shriek when he found a spot between his sixth and seventh rib that seemed worse than the rest.

“Noho, please! Nohohot thehehere!” his pleading went ignored as they continued to seek out the best spots.

“Alright then, how about here instead?” Martin asked as he plunged his hands beneath his arms to scribble at the center of his hollows.

“Ahahabsolutely nohohot!” he cried out through his laughter. He snorted and shook his head back and forth when Sasha reached up to flutter her nails along his neck, scribbling at the spot just behind his ears.

“NOHOHO! Ihihi hahate you bohohoth!” he whined through growing hysterics. But it was all for show. Being trapped in a tickle sandwich between your best friends wasn’t ideal, but it he’d choose that over filing any day.

“Awww, we love you too!” she cooed in a false honey sweet tone.

“N-nohot whahahat I said!” he choked out, trying to hide the blush quickly spreading across his cheeks.

“I know, but you forget I happen to be fluent in Tim Stoker sass,” she teased, scratching underneath his chin just to make him squeal.

“Ohoho fuck you!” he hissed through clenched teeth before another snort ripped free from his chest. He gave up on the useless endeavor of fighting back, instead focusing all his efforts on hiding his face.

“Aw, why are you hiding? There’s no need to be so embarrassed Tim!” Martin teased fondly, but he really meant what he said.

“Exactly! So stop hiding, and let me see that handsome smile,” Sasha taunted as she gently pulled his arms away from his face. His blush darkened and he immediately ducked his head to look away.

“Nohoho!”

“No? Well that’s a bit rude, innit?” she asked with a laugh of her own. She went back to poking around his tummy, drawing out jumpy, nervous giggles.

“This ihihis rude!” he argued, and they both gasped.

“What? We’re just sharing the love!” Sasha justified.

“And I’m simply returning the favor!” Martin added. An amused chuckle from behind made them all stop in their tracks as they turned to see Jon browsing a nearby cluttered desk.

“No need to stop on my account, I just needed to grab a few things,” he explained, eyes scanning the surface until he apparently found what he needed.

“Please, carry on. And don’t forget to go for his knees,” he advised with a teasing smirk, going as far as to wink at the crew. He was about to leave, when Martin’s voice called out and gave him pause.

“Or you could do it yourself.” And wasn’t that an enticing thought.

“I’m afraid I’m swamped,” he excused himself with a little shrug.

“Sounds like you could use a break then. And we have the perfect stress ball for you to try out,” Sasha insisted.

He stared at the three of them, all with varying degrees of a smile on their face. And they looked so hopeful, even Tim, that he just couldn’t refuse.

He sighed, setting down the file before cracking his knuckles, flashing a rare, mischievous smile.

They all could use a good laugh.

[thenameswinterfics]

WIP WEDNESDAY

Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

Thank you to @lord-aldhelm and @whitedarkmoonflower for the tag! 💜

It's a long post, so answers under the cut:

Let me start by saying that life has been hard lately, and along with many thoughts running through my head and my doubts of not feeling part of the fandoms I'm in, it has completely robbed me of the joy of writing.

However I feel the muses slowly coming back, and so I went back to work on my famous S3 Sihtric x Albino!Reader fic I should publish on my birthday (which happened almost two months ago). I'm still terrible insecure about this, but reading other Sihtric fics from other amazing moots give me a great boost and I'm resuming the whole writing and with other WIPs I have planned for other characters.

It took me so long to choose which part of the fic to share, but since the first part is the one that satisfied me most, here's a snippet:

His focus faded, however, as a new figure crossed the camp, ignoring the buzz of the group gathered around the fire. Sihtric heard soft footsteps approaching, and a young, beautiful woman - a slave, he guessed from a chain that adorned one of her ankles - passed them silently, a half-empty bowl of food in her hands. What surprised the Dane most was her curious appearance: the first thing he noticed was her hair, white as the purest snow in the early morning, combed into two loose braids that fell softly behind her back. Despite the lack of lightning, he could swear he noticed her pale complexion, and he wondered if she was born with it or was poorly treated by her masters. It was when she turned out that he caught a glimpse of something he had never seen in his whole life.  Sihtric was transfixed by two pairs of blood-red eyes staring back at him, and as much as he wanted to look away, he could not, his heart hammering in his chest like a war drum. His mismatched eyes locked with hers, a pair of twin ruby stones that glowed in the middle of the night, watching him cautiously as if she were prey, ready to flee at the slightest noise. But he could never, oh, he would never let such a stunning creature run away from him: only the gods knew what she had been through to stay with Bloodhair and his men, and the very thought made the Dane sick.

After this, I'm going to work on three new fics (always if the muses don't abandon me).

For now I just have ideas, so I'll share it:

A Daeron x Reader lovely request I had, very fluffy and focused on courtly love (I'm waiting for HBO to release the fucking Daeron's actor before writing it).

A Cregan x Reader in which they're betrothed since childhood and never consumate their marriage. After the end of the Dance and the ascension of Jacaerys to the Iron Throne, one night his wife sneaks in the brothels of the Street of Silk, watching from the other ladies how to please his husband in bed (I swear this idea was way better in my head).

A Bucky x Reader Soulmate AU, in which people watch the world in black and white until they met the right one and the world starts to show with its bright colours. I still don't know if I want to set it between CATWS and CACW or pre TFATWS.

That's it. Bye all-

No pressure tags (if you want to): @sylasthegrim @leftoverp1zza @volklana @holy3cake @towriteloveontheirarms @zaldritzosrose @legitalicat @solinarimoon @errruvande @paula-in-dreamland @aneurins-barnard @alexagirlie @ladyinred2248 @gemini-mama and whoever sees this and wants to join!

[fanficshiddles]

Eternally Mine, Chapter 27

‘Why did you invite him in?’ Severus hissed quietly to Toshi.

‘We couldn’t just turn him away in this state. Look at him!’

‘He’s obviously just been hunting, he will get blood everywhere.’

‘It’s a leather arm chair, it will wipe, dear.’

‘What if he’s the one behind the killings tonight…’

‘It’s looking very likely.’

‘Loki will go ballistic. Besides, he shouldn’t even know where we live.’

‘Of course he does, he knows where all of his teachers live.’ Toshi scoffed at Severus.

Severus sighed dramatically in response. ‘I’ll put the kettle on.’ He grumbled and turned to the counter to do so.

‘Do you have anything stronger?’ Chris called. Of course he’d been able to hear their conversation, since it was an open plan kitchen and living room.

Toshi pinched the bridge of her nose and walked over to the living room section.

Chris was so distraught, though he was a little distracted when one of her cats, Nokia, a black and white cat, sauntered into the room and went straight over to him, purring. She jumped up onto the seat beside him and butted him with her head until he gave in and began stroking her.

‘Bat will sulk with me for days when she finds out I’ve been petting another cat.’ He commented dryly.

‘I won’t tell her if you don’t.’ Toshi said as she walked across the room and sat down on the sofa opposite.

‘Come on then, spill. What’s going on? Though I think I have a pretty rough idea of what’s happened, do I need to get my weapons out on you?’ Toshi asked with a small growl and sat back, arms folded over her chest.

Chris ran a hand down his face. ‘I’ve really fucked up… I just…’ He put his face into hands and screamed FUCK into his hands.

Toshi frowned and leaned forward, resting her arms on her thighs. Severus walked over with the drinks, he put Chris’ down on the coffee table on front of him. A glass of whiskey.

‘I slept with Louise last night, nothing sexual, just cuddling. Being so close to her, initially I felt so calm and at ease in the moment. Though when I left earlier today, I could feel myself getting so agitated. Craving her, but more... I wanted nothing more than to go get her and just…’ He stopped himself from saying what he was about to say and snarled at himself.

‘I needed to get it out of my system. I went on a hunting rampage… Seven humans… I didn’t even care to find out if they were innocent or not.’ He said, they could hear shame in his tone. ‘I couldn’t stop myself, my instincts were going wild.’

‘SEVEN?’ Toshi yelled. ‘I’d only heard about five!’

‘Yes… seven.’ Chris confirmed, he picked up the glass of whiskey and downed the whole drink in one go, making Severus raise an eyebrow, he noticed that Chris’ hand was shaky.

Toshi stood up and began pacing, now she was beginning to think that she shouldn’t have let him in after all.

‘I thought you were over this, Chris! Why didn’t you just come to me in the first place? You know I can point you in the right direction for prey!’ She snapped at him.

Chris clenched his jaw and closed his eyes a moment as he took a deep breath. ‘I wasn’t thinking straight… I just needed to hunt.’ He growled low.

‘How long have you and Louise been together for?’ Severus suddenly asked.

Chris frowned for a second, then responded. ‘Around four months now.’

Severus nodded. ‘That is quite a long time to be around your soulmate, without being able to do what your instincts are screaming at you to do.’ He said sympathetically.

‘What’s with the change in tune?’ Toshi asked Severus as she sat down again.

Severus put his hand on her knee and gave her a squeeze. ‘If I’d had to wait as long as Chris has, I suspect I’d have ended up doing the same. You know your scent drives me wild, it’s the same for Chris with Louise. Though he can’t do anything about it yet, being able to drink from your soulmate and have sex, it helps calm everything down because our instincts are getting everything they need from their soulmate.’ He said calmly.

Toshi grumbled and ran a hand down her face. ‘I guess so… I just… Seven?!’ She looked at Chris again.

Chris hung his head down in shame. Nokia purred at him and headbutted his head, making him shoot up, he looked at the little cat and began stroking her again. Feeling a little bit of contentment with the furry animal calming him.

‘Stop being such a little traitor, Nokia.’ Toshi half grumbled at her, though she adored how friendly she was to everyone.

‘I… I don’t know why I even came here… I’m sorry.’ Chris blurted out and stood up abruptly to leave.

‘Sit your ass back down, hound dog. You obviously came here for help. So you’re going to let us give it to you.’

Chris glared at her for a moment and it took everything in him to bite his tongue, then he sat down again, albeit reluctantly.

Severus hid a little smirk behind his cup of tea, seeing Chris do as he was told from Toshi was highly amusing to him.

‘Look, I know I fucked up. Badly. When I finished with the last one, it’s like I came out of the frenzy… I can’t stop thinking about Louise, she’s going to hate me for this. I don’t know if I can tell her.’

‘You definitely need to tell her. She deserves to know. Just be honest with her. She won’t hate you. She adores you, and understands you more than you think.’ Toshi said calmly.

‘I don’t see how I’m any better than Ray.’ Chris said with a lump in his throat.

‘Don’t start with that. You’ve not hurt her, and you won’t…’ Toshi paused a moment, she couldn’t believe she was about to say this. ‘If anything, I guess this has shown that when things get intense for you, you don’t hurt her. You go for others, instead. As your outlet. Which is good, for her…’

‘Besides, I don’t think it’s Louise you need to be worried about telling.’ Severus said slowly.

Chris raised an eyebrow in confusion. Then it dawned on him who he meant.

‘Loki…’ Chris muttered.

‘He’s going to kill you.’ Toshi commented.

‘He can try.’ Chris growled.

‘I don’t think you should tell him.’ Severus jumped in with.

‘You don’t?’ Chris asked.

‘Louise is the one you need to speak to. We all know how Loki will take it. He doesn’t need to know. It will just be fobbed off as some rogue vampires, we will be on edge for a week or two until it’s forgotten. As always. What good would come from telling him?’ Severus asked calmly.

Chris slid a hand through his hair and sighed. ‘I guess no good…’

‘True. Unless it was a matter of life and death for him to know, I guess it won’t do any harm. Though Claire can’t find out either, or she might slip. So you’ll need to ask Louise not to mention it. Which might be hard as they are super close.’ Toshi hummed.

‘I’d feel bad asking that of Louise.’ Chris sighed. ‘Maybe I should just tell him, too.’

‘NO!’ Toshi and Severus said at the same time, making Chris raise both eyebrows.

‘See what Louise says first, then take it from there.’ Severus said calmly.

Chris nodded. ‘I am sorry for turning up like this… I didn’t know who else to go to.’ He said sheepishly. It wasn’t easy for him to go to someone for help, and they knew it.

‘I’m glad you did… Even though I want to drive a stake through your heart and rip out your teeth for my collection for killing innocent humans.’ Toshi said darkly.

‘Your collection?’ Chris wasn’t sure if he really wanted to ask or not.

‘Oh yeah, I’ve got a collection of vampire teeth downstairs.’ Toshi smirked.

‘Downstairs?’

‘In my basement. Wanna see?’ Toshi jumped up to her feet.

‘Uh… sure?’

Toshi slid the coffee table out of the way and pulled the rug back, revealing the trap door. She pulled it open and headed down.

Chris looked at Severus, who just shrugged and continued drinking his tea. Chris sighed and made his way downstairs after Toshi, hoping he wasn’t going to regret this.

When he reached the bottom of the concrete steps, his eyes widened. The walls were covered with weapons, and also shelves with pickled vegetables and then, as she had mentioned, there was a very large glass cabinet against the back wall that took up nearly the entire wall.

‘Holy shit.’ He chuckled and went over for a closer look. ‘Well, I guess I know where to come if I ever need replacements.’

‘If you let yourself go feral like that again, your teeth will be joining them.’ Toshi threatened.

Though she knew that Severus was right, it would be super difficult having your soulmate so close. Yet not being able to bite her or have sex, it would drive him nuts. She was kind of surprised he’d lasted this long without going crazy.

Chris hadn’t realised before just how many vampires she had actually killed over the years. He was engrossed in the cabinet, in half amazement and half uneasy, that he never saw the blur of ginger up on top of said cabinet.

When Chris took a step backwards, just before he turned back around to Toshi, a cat leapt down from the top of the cabinet with a loud yowl, making Chris jump out of skin. The cat landed on front of him on the floor and hissed at him, claws out.

‘FUCKING HELL!’ Chris yelled out as he stumbled backwards a bit.

Toshi couldn’t help but laugh. Chris turned to face her when the ginger hissy cat started trying to attack his lower legs.

He was surprised to see she had another cat on her shoulders, a grey/blue fluffy one.

‘How many damn cats have you got?’ Chris asked in shock as he tried to get the hissy one to stop going for his legs.

Toshi just smirked and shrugged. ‘A few.’

‘Get this damn thing off me.’ He huffed and stomped away towards the steps, the cat finally stopped attacking him.

‘I can’t control Tiberius. He only really listens to Sev.’ Toshi laughed and followed Chris as he headed back upstairs.

He stopped dead when he got near the top, as there was another cat lying on one of the steps. A black and white cat, sprawled out in the way. Without a care in the world.

‘Are you kidding me?’ He turned to Toshi, eyes wide.

‘Ah, that’s Dr Doo Da.’

Chris stared at Toshi, in utter disbelief. ‘Is he going to attack my legs if I step over him?’

‘Nah, he’s pretty chill.’ Toshi assured him.

‘If I fall back down these steps, you’re responsible.’ Chris pointed a finger at her.

‘Easier way to get your teeth, I suppose.’ Toshi shrugged with a smirk.

Chris glared back at her in response, he took a chance and stepped over Dr Doo Da, who thankfully didn’t move, just opened one eye to look up at him and gave him a small meow in acknowledgement.

‘I guess from the noises, you’ve met some of the family?’ Severus asked casually when Chris and Toshi emerged from the basement, he was reading a book and didn’t bother to look up.

‘Yes… That orange one is nuts.’ Chris huffed.

Severus chuckled lightly in response.

Nokia chirped in delight at seeing Chris again, she jumped off the chair and wound herself around his legs. Chris sighed and shook his head. ‘I like this one.’ He bent down to briefly pet her again.

‘Do you want another drink?’ Toshi offered, though she saw Severus glance at her briefly with an annoyed look.

‘No, thank you. I’ve taken up enough of your time. I need to message Louise and organise to meet with her.’ Chris sighed. ‘I really appreciate your help, both of you.’

Severus put his book down and nodded. ‘Just don’t do anything rash in regards to Loki, the last thing we need is for you two to be handbags at dawn with one another again.’ He grumbled.

‘I won’t. I’ll see how Louise takes it. I might need to move across the world anyway, if she never wants to see me again.’

‘She won’t. I’m sure of it.’ Toshi assured him.

‘I sure hope you’re right.’

‘Just get changed and cleaned up before going to see her, at least.’ Toshi said as she saw Chris to the door.

‘Oh, really? I thought going covered and stinking in blood would be the best option.’ Chris said snarkily.

Toshi rolled her eyes at him.

When Chris opened the door and stepped outside, he stopped abruptly. There was FIVE cats in the garden outside. One was playing, chasing a bird. Two were just lying sleeping, and two of them were sitting on the path, watching him intently.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. NINE CATS? You have NINE CATS?’

‘Ten actually, Diabetes will likely be in the bedroom sleeping on the bed.’ Toshi grinned.

Chris stared at her in disbelief. ‘Jesus… If Claire and Louise ever come over, we will have to drag them away.’ He groaned and headed down the path, cautiously avoiding the cats, not knowing who was friendly and who wasn’t.

‘Let me know how it goes with Louise.’ Toshi called after him with a laugh as he stopped momentarily in his tracks to stare at Rudolph, her hairless cat that wore a jumper in the colder weather.

‘Unbelievable.’ He muttered under his breath with a shake of his head.

[lost-creatures]

"Hot Cougars in your area". She'd seen the ads a hundred times before, they were probably the only motherfuckers willing to advertise on these piece of shit message boards, and most of them were just scams anyway. This time though:

Reader Discretion Advised: Eaten Alive, hard vore, snuff, vomit, musk, yuri, t4t

So I do as I'm told and walk away from my campsite in the middle of the night without telling anyone. We didn't have to go far— just some state park in the mountains above the suburbs. An arid montane scrubland echoed across the rolling surface, its reds and yellows muted to grey and blue in the winter moonlight. Three ridgelines deep into the mountains already. Just the hike to the backcountry campsite beat my ass, so my legs are screaming as I walk into the cold.

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it was an unlicensed app, right? but you know the website seemed normal enough and i figured that if this worked, i wouldn't really care what they did with whatever got left behind. enough debt to buy a house i guess? i thought i'd been fucked anyway, made a profile and went 2 weeks without a response or message. they're just gonna rob me, huh? this is even better than Lex.

i really needed a girl to pin me down and start tearing into me, nobody ever goes hard enough goddammit. if you want something done right i guess you need to find the real deal.

i almost deleted the app, told myself two days in a row that i should. then, a photo, a mass, the clash of textures between corded muscle and gelatinous organ, heaped onto the dust at night. the kind of thing you'd see on a trail cam, but the angle was wrong.

how can i reply? i can't just hit her with the keysmash, how many women like her can even admit they'd want to do this to you. prey have to stand out a bit more these days, predator populations are way down.

"hey um, is that your work? i really liek it ;3"

fuck goddammit its over im fucking blowing it

"thnk u for noticing meeeee!~"

i'll just kms i'm cooked

"sorry i, the composition of the piece is very strong. the way the textures of the corpse contrast with the dusty landscape, acts to draw your focus as much as the border of the spot lighting and surrounding darkness. the off center lighting creates an almost sfumato effect along the massing, creating beautiful shadow shapes. would you want a new subject? ;3"

"Hahaha, you're cute aren't you?"

my rizz is unlimited

"We should meet. Do you know Henry Coe?"

/

Going back down the 22% grade is harder than climbing it and made even worse by the loose gravelly surface and the too many gin and tonics I had after we made camp. My boot catches a rock as I leave the trail and my knees hit the rocks. It hurts, but I'm having trouble finding the meeting spot, maybe some blood on the trail will help her find me. It feels like she's already on top of me. There's a pressure in the air and it makes every crack and shift in the earth reverberate across the slope. In that moment I can hear every motion every breath under the scrub. There's nothing, just wind howling over the crest of Mount Sizer. But I can feel her boring into me. I keep waiting for her to collide with me, knock me to the ground. I want her I want her inside me.

I want to be ready so I strip my torn clothing from my body.

This has to be the spot, the singular tree matches the photo she sent. I sit, bare ass shivering on the stone under the tree and wipe the fresh beads of blood down my knees, only managing to make a big red smear reaching halfway down my shins. The premix gin and tonics from the campsite start to fight their way back up my throat.

"I didn't think you were gonna show." she's smiling. Her stare pierces through me like I'm not even there. Its entrancing.

Her amber felid form followed my same path along the mountainside and into this depression. A little bit of my blood already stains her muzzle.

"You're Eloise? You know you shouldn't give your real name out to strangers on the internet, right?" She stretches the last word out, lilting, like she's trying hard not to laugh.

I'm struggling to respond through the boozy haze, the biting wind, and the nerves I get just looking at her. "i didn't really think it mattered" I uncurl a bit and she finally gets a look at my face. "can i know yours?"

She jumps, pounces, closing the distance between us faster than I can react. The full weight of her body hits me square between the breasts. Between her body and the rocks beneath every last wisp of air is pressed from my lungs. Her scent hits me all once as I gasp for air, she's actually wild, fuck. Her stink is acrid, acidic, astringent, its the kind of smell that sucks the moisture out of the air and dries out your mouth. I don't gag so much as start panting and straining towards her. "Its Tiffany." Planted on my sternum she makes every breath a labor and I barely manage to whisper a reply.

"i… i…"

I've wanted this for so long but I never thought I'd get this far. I have no idea what to say.

She shifts her weight into my guts and the sick I've been holding back overtops the lump in my throat and pours weakly down my chin. I gag into my chest as my entire body contracts and the waves of my vomit splash flecks of evidence into the fur of her breast and forelegs.

"Its okay kiddo, you don't have to say anything"

"please," I'm coughing up the heavier stragglers stuck in my throat, "you're beautiful" It just burns now. "i need you to take everything from me"

She laughs and looks down, guiding my eye to her massive paws pressing into the plush of my abdomen. To the contents of my stomach emptied over my still flat chest and softening waistline, dripping off in chunks. The tips of her claws poke from their cuticle in their round furred sheath. Fully deployed, each one looks like a karambit, sharpened just for me. She runs her paws gently over my belly, the touch imperceptable over that of the scouring wind, and still, red and black beads follow in the trail she leaves. The roughness of her underpaw brushes past my aching nipples. I can't help but gasp at the burst of sensation attacking my touch starved corpus. She cups her mouth over my breast and gently rolls the small lump of fat around with her tongue, punctuating herself by flicking the tensed tip against my nipples. I can barely process how desperately horny I am. Between my love life sequestered behind a screen and my newly sensitive flesh, I was unprepared. Warmth spreads where my cunt should be and I can't help but grind weakly against her soft underbelly. The first hardon I've had in weeks, I'm almost crying. She pauses a moment and grins down at my weak erection to let me frot against her own growing studded clit. She pins my wrists against the stony ground and puts her hips into it. I'm screaming, the feeling is so intense it almost edges into painful. She's growling feral in my ear, gravel infiltrating her saccharine valley accent. God Fuck please I need it its fucking happening. I shoot; I didn't even know I could do that anymore. The thin mucus spraying from my tip coats the gap between us and she thrusts harder against my pelvis. When she shoots, it hits me in the chin so hard I yelp.

"You really are cute. I hope I can keep you." Her voice trails off and she looks down at me with pity or maybe resignation.

Held down by her impossible strength, she pulls open the soft flesh of my belly like a ripe persimmon. I scream and the sound is deadened and hurried away by the gusts up the windward side of the mountain. Her snout pushes into the freshly wet cleft and I feel her buried deep inside my guts. She works her way underneath my ribs, my chest swelling at the foreign addition. There is a new pressure in me as she nibbles at my liver, the taut wet bulge of organ fills her mouth. I feel her tugging at me with suction at the back her her throat. Her teeth sink into me and the shifting cords of her stiff neck pull with enough force to tear the dark mass free. I sit in a howling void, fully part of that world. I am pure energy bursting forth from a charred vessel. Steam rises around the internal heat bleeding external, a pocket in our frigid night. Spread thin over the earth, I hope she makes eye contact with me while she chews at the choice cuts. She looks back at me, almost bashful at the intimacy held in our stares.

She lays by my side devouring me. Her cum pools in my jugular notch, stained pink with flecks of blood. A tongue like a wave of sand cleans my blood from my outstretched hand. She works her way between each of my fingers all the way down to the webbing. Rolling them over and over with that wet muscle. She knows exactly what she's doing, she's still finding ways to tease me back to ecstasy. In one smooth motion she pulls the hand into her mouth, laying the wrist perfectly along her incisors, canines neatly out of the way. And she bites, gently at first, and then the muscles in her jaw tighten and contract. Blood oozes forth and then sprays from the base of the bite. The radiocarpal ligaments snap apart in suddenly relived tension and her teeth smash themselves between my many carpal bones. My hand spasms, articulated by pain, and she rolls her bite just enough. The back of my hand hits the wet of her hard palate and every nerve in my hand screams as it comes away in her mouth. She pins the arm under her while she sucks at the meat of my hand.

its too much its everything im scared i cant

I come to and the wind's died down a little, the moon's not quite where it used to be. I guess you can live a pretty long time with your guts out and no liver. Longer than I'd have thought anyway. A stump of a wrist bounces off a rock as she drags me. The edges are black with either dried blood or frostbite. I'm not sure how much longer I have left, but every second I get with her is an eternity.

[chiefdirector]

Forever | Marko | The Lost Boys

To kill a human being is, after all, the least injury you can do him. -Henry James

The pain would've been the most consuming factor in all of the bloodshed and turmoil if Marko had known it was only him. He was almost torn to shreds and yet he rose like a phoenix from the ashes but the same could not have been said for his brothers.

When he discovered that the cave was empty, warning sirens alarmed in his head. He could tell from the distant laughter and the crowds on the boardwalk and beach that it was daylight hours. The smashed up clock in the corner confirmed it for him. Normally, his brothers were here, and so was Star, and Laddie.

Usually, he wouldn't have even noticed that she was missing, he never took much notice of her coming and goings: sure, she was fun to toy with, but in the end she was unimportant and replaceable. He never thought he would long to hear her concerns about his rowdy behaviour, or even her scolding for his missteps.

Marko had never dealt with boredom well. He always had something; anything do distract him. He had never realised how desolate and lifeless the cave was, and for a fleeting moment he had wondered if his immortal life had only just accumulated to this. Maybe it was his own fault for horsing around all this years, not finding meaning in anything except which girl he would fuck and kill next. Maybe that was why his brothers weren’t there, maybe it was his fault. Maybe if he had-

No.

He wouldn’t allow himself to think like that. There was a perfectly acceptable reason why the boys were there. Dwayne wouldn’t have let them leave him behind like that, and David like the cave to much to leave it behind like it was a motel room.

The hours passed quickly after that. Marko had to focus on where he would go once he could leave for the streets of Santa Carla to keep his mind of the gaping wound that was in his chest not too long ago. Despite his rapid healing, each breath felt sharp, as if the splinters from the stake he had been pierced with were slowly traveling throughout his veins, teasing an imminent and torturous death.

It was during this did his attention spin out onto Michael. Michael had been an enigma wrapped in a mystery from the start; Marko didn’t really understand the boy, but he kept David off his case. He quickly came to the decision that he could live without Michael, and Star, but no amount of thinking and internal debate swayed him from knowing that he had to find his brothers.

When the sun eventually finished its descent and the moon began to rise, Marko sped out of the cave, wincing only slightly at the rapid movement. He moved swiftly through the crowds of people at the boardwalk, eyes darting left and right in search of his kin but to no avail. He was sure the security guard was eyeing him up, waiting for him to start some of his usual trouble. Instead, he ducked his head down and made his way to the video store but once again he came up empty.

The pain radiating from his chest grew tenfold when he saw that the store was closed. The lights were off, and he couldn’t hear anybody inside. Maybe they had left him after all. He had turned to walk away, back to the board walk to find some poor soul to prey upon when he heard a familiar laughter coming down from the alleyway behind the store.

He froze, trying to home in on the sound. His abilities were hindered by his recent injury, but Marko persevered through the temporary weakness. It was clearly Star; he could recognise her voice easily after living with her; the other voice wasn’t too familiar, but It was hard to connect the dots: Michael. They were laughing about something, nay someone tripping over. He couldn’t quite make out who they were talking about, but he didn’t need too.

Marko almost moved to go meet them in the alley, but he hesitated. What if they didn’t know about what happened to his brothers? He would have to tell them… He was nearly convinced that they didn’t know, how else would they be so happy and carefree. And yet, another part of himself argued back. What if they did know? What if they had something to do with it…? And what if they didn’t care that they were dead?

Swallowing his pride and his fear, Marko straightened his shoulders and pushed forward to enter the alley. He could see how Star felt comfortable in a place like this; it looked eerily similar to the cave. Tall dark walls surrounding you on both sides, the sound of people screaming and laughing in the distance, and the subtle light coming towards the entrance. He stood in that light so that they would be sure to see him.

“Marko!” Star gasped, stepping back so that he body was shielded by Michael. Coward. “What happe- How are you here?”

The vampire slinked forward, Star’s reaction giving him enough of a clue to realise of her and Michael’s involvement in his brothers’ disappearance. “You see, that’s what I was gonna ask you.”

“Back off dude.” Michael interrupted, continuing to push Star behind him.

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll finish the job…” he smirked at Marko, taunting him. “…like I did with the others.”

Marko lowly growled, moving to lunge at Michael as he imagined how God damn satisfying it would be to rip of his jugular with nothing but his teeth. He wouldn’t even drink from him, just let him there to bleed out at his mercy. And as for Star, he would drag her death out, ensuring that she felt the pain he would without his brothers tenfold. He halted his movements when a wave of weakness thrashed through his veins from his lack of sustenance.

“What is it?” Michael continued to prod. “Can’t fight me… too pathetic to try again?”

Marko laughed; if he didn’t feel every breath stabbing him he may have enjoyed it more. But despite the pain of his injuries and the tidal wave of grief that had hit him, Marko laughed deeply and truly.

“Did you forget Michael. We are forever. If I came back, what makes you think the others won’t. That we won’t wait for you to be at your most vulnerable and take it all away.” Marko stalked forward. “I can wait until you have everything and snatch it back. Maybe I’ll start with the princess behind you.”

Michael looked around the alley to find anything to fight Marko with, but as he whipped his head up to meet the vampire’s steely gaze again, he was left with an empty alley and the threats still hanging in the air. The now human pair waited in the dim light for a moment before they rushed to the solace of the crowded boardwalk.

Everything seemed as it was meant to, but not even Michael could stop the chill coming up from his spine as his heard Marko speak once more.

“I will come for you one day Michael. Not today, maybe not tomorrow. But I will come, and I will take it all away.”

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I tried something different for my 500th post so this is probably very ooc but i enjoyed it nonetheless.

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