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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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Can u write about reader sucking off Hokage Naruto from under his desk, while he does paperwork, and maybe even have someone come in and he has to pretend like nothings going on? 😩😩😩 You would have my full gratitude if you do😻

18+ fem!reader // cw: oral (m!receiving), spit, risk of being caught. hokage!naruto, established relationship.

it’s just so audible, the way you suck him off with profound vigour.

incredibly restless and just as needy because of the sudden spike that appears in your hormone levels whenever you ovulate, you’re all enthusiasm and immoral determination when you find yourself kneeling under the desk in the hokage’s office, attempting to take nearly the entirety of your husband’s cock down your throat.

drool seeps from both corners of your pretty mouth that’s now being stretched into a perfect ‘o’ — it causes him to stare at you in a way that makes him look dumb. his eyes are a stormy sea, a vast sky that’s turned blurry across the surface because of the film of lust that only you, his wonderful wife, can provoke into stirring within him.

the sloppiness of your doings is loud, it’s obvious and lewd. you’re practically slurping whilst trying to swallow all the saliva and pre-cum that keeps dribbling past your puffy lips, creating a sticky mess at the base of him. are gargling whenever he bucks his hips upward from the one and only legendary hokage chair that he’s worked his ass off to be able to sit on, and hits the back of your throat with his overstimulated cockhead as a result. are gasping and quietly moaning, even if your mouth is stuffed full of cock and the sound comes out sort of muffled because of it.

naruto’s black pants are tight across his knees from the way he keeps tensing and straining his muscles, obviously trying so hard to keep his cool but failing tremendously so. even his toned stomach clenches when you push up the hem of his simple white t-shirt so that you can rest your eyes on his golden happy trail. poor man.

you’re kneeling between his strong legs, with your ass up and your face buried at the place where his undone button and zipper reside. the tuft of trimmed blonde hairs briefly tickles the tip of your nose whenever you feel like acting like a champ and try to take him an inch or two deeper than what you can usually endure.

it makes you choke, just like it normally does. you expect it to happen, but your eyes still water and saliva spurts as you immediately fight to repress a gag at the intrusion. and yet, even amidst all the chaos, you don’t fail to catch how his breath hitches in response to it.

he’s in awe. the way you force yourself to relax and stick your tongue out, licking the underside of his dick whilst attempting to give him more space so that he can push further through the tight barrier of your throat, has his heart racing to the brink of bursting.

he’s harder than he was before; his dick hot both in your mouth and hand from the new rush of blood to travel south. you take it as a compliment even if it doesn’t make the job any easier for you.

no, instead, it takes noticeably longer to deepthroat him than what you’d expected at first. his cock simply refuses to bend along the shape of your throat, pressing stubbornly upwards and a little to the left, but luckily for you, you still manage to do it for the tiniest bit with your combined efforts.

what a good girl you are.

“fu—… fuck me, woman,” naruto heaves, stammers at the new sensation and the even more intense tightness that you offer, now. listening as your beloved hokage’s voice turns almost high in pitch, you feel a soft glow appear in your chest at the way it slightly cracks in the middle of the short sentence. “you’re gonna a-ah— you’re gonna kill me like this.”

placing the flat of your palms on his thighs, you offer your dominant hand a short break whilst you work to please him only with your mouth this time. seconds pass, and the ache that you feel in your fingers and wrist from all the stroking you’d done earlier at long last begins to cease in the same way his initial reluctance about the entire situation you’re currently indulging in does.

about damn time.

you glance up just in time to see how he clenches his jaw, teeth gritting whilst he watches a fat glob of warm drool slide down the side of his cock and dampen the waistband of his underwear that you’ve tugged down just enough to expose him to your greedy mouth.

his fingers tangle in your hair on instinct as he rests his hand on the back of your head and tugs at the roots so that he can see your face better.

you’re just so wonderfully disheveled — gleaming with tears, sweat and saliva, and your mascara is smudged by how runny it’s gotten. it paints thin lines down your cheeks; messy, almost slutty remnants of the pathways your tears have left behind.

he thinks you’re beautiful.

“am gonna,” you croak as you let him pull you back for air, the thick string of saliva still keeping you attached to him, gleaming in the soft yellow-ish light coming from the nearby desk lamp. the eye contact that you initiate nearly makes both of you visibly shudder from how intense it is.

there’s gasoline floating on the surface of his ocean eyes. it blazes like a wildfire.

“gonna fuck you, i mean,” you finish, still staring at all those flames that make you burn, burn, burn. “gonna fuck you so good, naru.”

his cock throbs when you say that. your clit does, too.

it’s a good thing you’re wearing nothing underneath your skirt, because the pressure the heels of your feet provide when you sit on your legs is godly. it causes your hips to wiggle and he catches it; it makes his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows thickly.

he blinks before he bites the inside of his cheek and blushes. “here? you’re gonna sit on my dick in my office?”

“yeah,” you reply in a heartbeat, chest rising and falling with every sacred breath. “where else? you’re barely home, always holed up in this damned place… i just thought that you could use a break… that both of us could use it.”

“well, how very generous of ya,” he teases. a brief moment of silence passes as you stare at each other. his gaze is tender and genuinely appreciative despite the endless fire. yours is full of longing.

“lemme show you how generous i really am,” you mumble with an eye roll as you reach up and try to pull yourself onto his lap.

surprisingly, he stops you.

“sweetheart,” he utters gently, shaking his head when you quirk a brow. “as much as i’d love for you to do that, and believe me when i say that i want it so, so bad… you know that we can’t.”

a frown tugs at your lips. you inquire, “why?”

“i mean, isn’t it obvious? this entire place is literally riddled with people who do spywork for a living and who consequently work for me,” he says, gesturing across the office. “to be completely honest, i’d be surprised if we weren’t already caught in the act and they’re just playing dumb for my sake.”

you watch as he glances around the room, as if expecting to catch something, or rather someone, hiding in the goddamn walls. a sudden tension lands on your shoulders, weighing them heavily. it feels like you’re being watched, but perhaps it’s just placebo.

it forces you to gather some mindless courage in order to make yourself feel better.

“that just means that it doesn’t matter if we go all the way,” you persist cautiously. the heat that you feel in your belly, as well as between your legs compels you to act a bit foolish. “i mean, why not give the poor suckers a show if they’re so set on watching their hokage bust a nut, mm?”

“hah!” he snickers at your comment and looks at you with pure adoration before he leans in. you preen at the closeness, at how his summery scent fills your nostrils immediately; melting you into submission.

his exhale is warm and it tickles your lips as he whispers, “did you really think i’d let them see how adorable my wife looks when i stuff her full with my cock?”

the small spark of possessiveness that he exhibits for a fraction of a second from underneath that responsible lord seventh persona lights a fire of your own within your veins. it makes your blood boil.

he’s still the same old naruto that he always was. pervy, jealous, and immensely protective of his possessions and partner because of the fear of losing them always being there. there’s no way in hell he’s letting you take your clothes off when someone other than him might be watching.

it makes you sigh as you attempt to make him reconsider, “but i—”

“i know; trust me, i know. but i gotta work.” you don’t miss the grin that follows soon after he cups your cheek with his hand and strokes your bottom lip with a calloused thumb, coaxing you to suck on it. it’s lazy and crooked; awfully fox-like but just as charming, the smile. goodness, he’s grown into such a fine man.

and he almost wins you over with it.

almost.

“stop that, naru! i’m serious,” you chide, narrowing your eyes even if it pushes more blowjob-induced tears forward and you don’t really mean the glare.

“as am i,” he says with a wink.

“no, you—… ugh.” you pause to pinch the bridge of your nose in exasperation. it’s rare that he outsmarts you, but sometimes when he does manage to do it, it’s outright infuriating. “think about it this way: you can’t really feel guilty about missing out on work, when you’re technically still, well… at work. isn’t that right?”

“actually, working and being merely present in the office are two entirely different things.” he chuckles, his laugh a soft rasp that causes warmth to brush over your very heart. he holds you by the chin and pulls you closer as he adds, “listen… how about i make it up to you by whipping up a shadow clone, and then you can—”

“naruto.”

your tone turns strict as you say his full name and push up to your knees to press your hands onto his chest and your tits against his thighs. the top you’ve chosen is tight and pretty skimpy, but you comfort yourself on the fact that it’s passable just because it’s summer and the weather is hot.

even if you’d only worn it because you know what it does to him.

“i don’t want a shadow clone,” you say, suddenly completely serious. “i want you.”

he smiles, clearly flustered. “what’re you— oh.”

when you dip back down to drag your wet tongue along the side of his cock again, he grunts at the sensation, losing his words. tightens his grip that he still holds on the side of your head, while the bandages on his other hand rustle against the chair’s armrest.

you nearly start to purr by the time he subconsciously pushes you down lower so that you’d give him more, more, more. so you gift him a couple of kitten licks. a couple of messy kisses that cause his dick to twitch against your lips in response.

it’s been a while since you’ve spoiled him like this and it’s hard not to smile because of how responsive he gets to the merest hint of cock worship. you’re sweet as summer honey as you coo, “you sure you’re not gonna let me fuck myself on your cock?”

“don’t—” he flinches as he watches you pet your cheek against his dick. the things you do to him.

you look up, a perfect image of innocence despite the dirty things that you keep saying, “…‘cause i’m not wearing any panties, you know.”

“hah.” he sounds so breathless, the poor sucker. “is that so?”

“mhmm,” you nod vehemently; rubbing, rubbing, rubbing. “and oh, i’m just so wet for you, lord seventh… i’m practically dripping.”

his pupils dilate at your words, they make his blue eyes appear darker than they actually are. he’s become so sweaty and red in the face during your ministrations, as red as the tip of his fat cock that just yearns to spill the load of cum so badly right now.

you can’t help but fall in love with him for a millionth time all over again as you bat your eyelashes and blink through the last of your tears just so you can see him better.

his hair is short but it’s still damp at the temples because of the salt that lingers on his skin. you watch with hearts in your eyes as he scrubs his bandaged hand across his face, rubbing his jawline with visible exasperation.

he’s clearly lost the battle that he’s just fought and mulled over a rather concerning amount of times in the span of a couple of seconds. at long last admitting defeat, he mutters, “fine. but we really gotta be careful—”

knock, knock!

“excuse me, lord seventh? it’s mina,” a female voice sounds out. “i’ve come to discuss and go over the bulletpoints of the meeting from yesterday, just like we’ve agreed on.”

he tenses at the unexpected intrusion, eyes opening wide and startled breath catching in the back of his throat. you can see him literally slipping through your fingers as he rushes to make himself presentable as quickly as he’s able.

when you slap his hands away the moment he reaches down to tug his underwear back up and pull up the zipper, he stares at you completely baffled.

“are you serious right now?!” he whisper-shouts, his eyebrows knitting together in evident frustration as he tries to repeat the movement and you do the exact same thing as well. “you can’t j-just… oh, god... baby…”

it’s hard to not voice the groan that bubbles up his throat when your soft mouth wraps around him once more. you’re sucking him as intensely as ever yet again, twirling your tongue over the sensitive head and keeping him hard and blushing; not just over his cheeks, but down his neck, too.

persistent.

“there’s someone at the… at the fuckin’ door, sweetheart,” he tries feebly even if he’s already bucking his hips upward again and is literally sucking his breaths in through gritted teeth. “she might catch us.”

all you do is take him deeper as an answer. stroke him with your hands. love him.

naruto sighs. he closes his eyes and attempts to gather himself by taking a deep breath. he ignores — or at least tries to ignore — the way his toes curl in his shoes when the tip of your tongue drags across the sensitive slit, tasting the pearly bead of pre-cum that just keeps on oozing out again.

his face is red and sweaty, yes. and despite the flutter of a muscle that keeps ticking in his jaw every time your throat tightens around his girth, he still somehow manages to gather his wits just for long enough to gently stroke your hair and call out,

“uh… come in.”

#he’s so hot :(((((#naruto smut #naruto x reader #naruto uzumaki smut #naruto uzumaki x reader #biscuit drabbles #cw spit

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rodolfoparras · 11 months

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I NEED Prices old man pussy on my face right now😩😩🤤🤤

- 🔪

It was a stupid idea but it was an idea nonetheless, having price sit on your face while fully clothed to prove he wouldn’t crush you with his weight.

It must’ve been one two or three too many drinks when you’d asked Price to sit on your face, which he’d only responded with a look as if you had killed someone right in front of him, which was ironic since that was what he did for living.

However he’d been quick to explain that he was too heavy, that he was bound to crush you with his weight and that you should just do things your usually way, with him spread out on your sheets and with you buried between his thighs.

Any other day you’d take him up on his offer but by that point you’d long forgotten about the act itself, too focused on the way he sees himself so being the person that you are with one too many drinks in your system you’d have him put his weight on your chest whilst the both of you were fully clothed just to prove that you could take it.

So here he is, with his weight pushing down on your chest, calves pressing at the side of your ribs and his hands fumbling around on your pecs to adjust himself

“See, told you that you had nothing to worry about,” you slurre out, bleary eyed and mindlessly caressing his thighs.

However he doesn’t respond, eyes looking anywhere else with his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, hands nervously fiddling on your chest.

“Hey, hey, we don’t have to do anything alright?” You say, snapping out of your drunken demeanor for a second “just wanted to show you I’m stronger than you think old man, you have nothing to worry about” you say, words coated in liquor as you flash him a reassuring smile.

“It’s not that” he croaks out, adam's Apple bobbing as he swallow hard, thighs squeezing the side of your ribs.

That’s when you finally get a whiff of his musky scent, eyes automatically falling to the spot between his legs, noticing the way the fabric outlines his cunt, with a small wet patch prominently showing on it.

“You- you aren’t wearing any underwear”

He doesn’t turn to meet your gaze but from where you lay you can see his face turn red, can hear the shaky breath escaping his lips, hands flailing in the air to explain himself. “I’m sorry I usually go commando -“

“Fuck it’s okay” you croak trying to ignore the way your cock twitches at the sight” it’s alright just - just relax yeah?” You say, your own hands shaking where they rest on his legs, as your pulse sounds through your ears. “Do you do you want to uh continue this? We don’t have-“

“I want to,” he says now meeting your gaze, and tone as firm as his words.

“Okay fuck okay” you say, laughing in disbelief and out of excitement, blood pooling to the lower half of your body as you squeeze at his thighs in reassurance.

“You’ll uhm you’ll have to move a bit closer, can’t really reach “ you say feeling heat creep up your own neck, ears and cheeks as the words tumble past your lips.

He doesn’t respond, head ducking down as he shuffles further up your chest.

You reach out with your hands to help him adjust himself so that you now can feel his heat licking at your cheeks, can almost see the way his pubic hair pokes out through the sinfully thin fabric, can almost taste him on your lips.

“Tell - tell me to stop whenever ” you croak out, before you’re cranking your neck up to lick stripe along his clothed cunt.

The slight hitch in his breath and the squeak of the wooden board is all you get in response to your question.

So you deliver another broad stroke and this time you earn a verbal response but instead of telling you to stop, you hear the words “please god please” tumbling past his lips.

And who are you to deny such a sweet request, you think to yourself as you crank your neck, swiping your tongue over his clothed clit and watching the way the fabric darkens more from your spit.

“Fuck” he squeaks put, hips bucking into your touch as he clutches onto the headboard for dear life.

However quickly your neck starts to ache from the awkward angle and you prompt the older man to sit on your face.

That’s when he freezes up again, familiar words slipping past his lips, I’m too heavy, I’ll crush you, but you're quick to shut him down with a slap to his thigh.

“If you think this attests my strength then I’m a little worried for your intelligence captain” you say with a chuckle which only earns you a slap to the head.

“Ouch! Okay I’m sorry” you say through a pained laugh “but really I can handle it”

The last bit of doubt trickles out his eyes, teeth releasing his worried bottom lip as he starts to lower himself down but you stop him with a hand to his hips.

“Clothes” is all you say and you see the look of realization flash across his face before he turns red as he quickly shuffles off his sweats, his lower half completely bare before he’s back to hovering over your face.

He’s about to say something, probably to state his worries once again but before he can do so you’re pulling him down onto your face, with your eager tongue pushing past his slick folds and tonguing his hole.

He doesn’t get a moment to breathe, doesn’t even get a moment to think about the thoughts that worried him previously, complety lost in the sensation of you relentlessly fucking your tongue into him.

It’s almost too much, it becomes too much when your lips mercilessly latch onto his clit, sucking eagerly at the numb til Price is sobbing, sweat trickling down his spine and hips clumsily grinding down onto your tongue.

He doesn’t even comprehend when he had started riding your face, uncaring of anything except for the fact that he’s inching closer to his release.

“Cu-cumming” he manages to squeak out before he comes undone with a cry, body shaking and headboard threatening to break under his hands.

Later when he’s laying on your chest, you got a smug look on your face as you say the words.

“Told you that you had nothing to worry about”

#istg I don’t know how this happened #istg I was like my writers block is so bad and here we are #thanks to 🐻‍❄️ anon my brain is working #call of duty #john price #john price x reader #john price x male reader #captain john price #captain john price x male reader #captain john price x reader #dom male reader #sub male character #trans male character

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spidergutz-writes · 11 months

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Time to get slutty, bestie..

I’m a whore for Michael getting mad when Reader gets embarrassed about hiding their sounds while fucking. I love it when he gets extra rough bc of it. 😩

Anything to do this this and breeding kink (without the kids LMAO) PLEASE AND THANK YOU 🙏

YOUR FR BLESSING ME WITH IDEAS 😩😩😩

bestie it’s cool we’re all whores for him !

(I try to keep this as gn as possible if I fuck up im sorry ;v;)

I’m doing HC’S for this cause it’s late and ya gal is eepy

WARNINGS: smut. Obviously. Being dicked down by a hot man (Michael Myers) NO BETA /PROOFREAD WE DIE LIKE REAL MEN

Michael is extremely attentive, so you’d be a fool to think he’d let your silence last.

only he’s allowed to be silent, but you? God no he just

your silence is a challenge to him, and he’s going to break you for it

it only takes a moment before he’s snaking his hand up to your throat, and squeezing. Not enough to really hurt or kill, but merely just a warning 👀

man’s already pounding into you, sloppy sounds of skin on skin filling the room, but it’s gets all the more vulgar when he grabs your legs with his remaining free hand, and pushes them up onto his shoulders, and absolutely FOLDING you into a mating press.

his own grunts get a little louder, and if you really focus (you can’t) you’d be able to hear him groan and moan a little.

this intense position, his fast pace, and the hand squeezing your throat finally has you making noise, and I could bet you could just feel his sly smirk

Michael was unknowingly a man of pride, and finally hearing you moan and cry out his name? Has him so hard it fuckin hurts

the sudden rush of just everything has micheal going erratic, his breathing heavier, his pace inhumane, and the hand that was once on your throat, is now pushing your legs back a little more, the mating press he had you in was just the cherry on the top.

when your own orgasm finally washes over you, it takes a good couple (twenty) more thrusts for him to cum

ISTG THAT MAN HAS SUCH GOOD STAMINA HUFUFUFUFUF. ~~~~~~~ heavy breathing and panting fills the room, and as Michael finally pulls out, his cum slowly dribbles out of you, but he wastes no time in fingering it straight back into you, his eyes a dark steel grey, bordering on black. he hums, and leans back to admire his work on you. The bruises already forming on your neck from his intense hold has your thighs clenching. ~~~~~~

HEY WOAH IM SORRY I KNOW YOU REQUESTED THIS LAST NIGHT I FELL ASLEEP ;0; YA GAL WAS EEPY ✌️✌️✌️

anyways, as always, give me constructive criticism!!! I can’t grow as a writer without knowing my mistakes!!

(Please give me more requests tho I’ll frfrfr kiss you, I’ll give you a smooch.)

#The shape #michael myers x reader #peepaw myers #og michael myers #michael myers #michael myers smut #micheal myers #slasher x reader #s #halloween

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grxmreaperx · 1 year

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Hi!!

I just read your Mark Hoffman fic and I loved it!! Would you be willing to write something with Hoffman being a little obsessed with the reader? any further plot is totally up to you, I just need more Hoffman fics. 😩 Angst, fluff, smut (if you’re okay with that of course!)?

God, I love this request!! I’m all for men being obsessed in fics. And there’s no way I can answer this request and NOT write my first Hoffman smut (👀)

Also, you’ve all been so sweet and lovely ahhh I’m so glad I made this blog!!

You Belong to Me

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x reader (reader is AFAB)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+!! Smut!! Kinda went off with this ngl. I had way too much fun with this. Mark being very dominant and obsessed with the reader. Praise and degradation kink. Hair pulling, spanking, cream pie. Mark being very possessive. Oral sex (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), p in v penetration. Every ounce of feminism left my body writing this.

Summary: Upon John’s request, you’ve been working as Mark’s secretary at the precinct in order to keep you off the list of suspects in the search for Jigsaw’s accomplice. Did Mark really expect you to not take this golden opportunity to mess with him? As much as he appreciates the tight pencil skirts you’ve started wearing to work, he does not appreciate the attention it is drawing from his coworkers.

You were driving him absolutely insane. He wasn’t sure whether to bash John’s skull in or worship him like Amanda does for placing you here. He already had a hard enough time focusing on stake outs and working on traps with you, and now you were here. In his place of work, where he was supposed to be professional, supposed to pretend he had never seen you before you had your “interview.”

Mark knew exactly what you were doing. Your first day you walked in here, friendly smile on your pretty face, pencil skirt glued to your legs, staring right at him.

“Good morning, Detective Hoffman.”

God, he was going to kill John.

He hadn’t exactly had time for a sex life since everything went down. His sister’s death, planning Seth Baxter’s fate, joining Jigsaw, all on top of his detective work. And it hadn’t really bothered him; he had more important things to think about.

Until John decided you’d be a perfect addition to the team.

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You knew your plan was working exactly how you wanted.

John hadn’t tested him yet, so why shouldn’t you? The detective needed to be tested, didn’t he?

You saw how he stared at you when you walked into work each morning, spending the time before your shift picking out the perfect outfit that you knew would drive the man mad.

You had decided months ago that you tired of the tension, the pull you felt towards the man every night you spent working together. And now John, bless his soul, had given you the perfect opportunity to do something about it.

You had seen some of the other men at the station watching you, eyes hovering a bit too long on your legs and ass. It didn’t bother you much, you ignored them for the most part, they weren’t your test subject, they weren’t your detective, so you hardly even noticed.

But, oh, did Mark notice. He noticed every fucking time. And every time was a new test of his willpower. Every single time, all he could think about was what sort of trap he could devise that would be worthy of the pigs who dared look at you.

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“How you doing today, honey?” You turned around in your chair and saw Henry Miller, one of the cops that was most persistent with you. You were friendly with him; he was nice enough. The only problem was he thought he had a shot with you.

“Morning, Henry. I’m doing alright, how are you today?”

“I’d be a lot better if you finally let me take you out tonight.”

You scoffed. “How many times do I need to tell you I’m not interested before it finally gets through?”

He leaned on your desk, hands resting on the table, staring intently at you from across the surface. “Cmon, baby. Just one dinner, that’s all I ask. I’m very persistent.”

“Miller, isn’t there something you’re supposed to be doing?” You recognized the deep voice instantly and had to stop yourself from grinning. This was perfect.

The smile dropped from Henry’s face when he saw Hoffman staring daggers at him. He looked like a deer in the headlights, a child that had been caught stealing candy.

“Yes, sir,” he muttered, before quickly making his way back to his desk.

“And you,” he started, eyes on you. “In my office.”

You flashed him your best smile. “Of course, Detective.”

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“Sit down.”

You sat down in the chair across from him, trying to scope out the look on his face. His jaw was tense and shoulders tight. He looked like he was about to explode.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.”

He sucked in a breath. “Bullshit.” He stood up, slowly making his way around the table. “You walk in here every day, in your tight little skirts, giving me that proud little smile, and you’re going to sit here and act like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing? I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He placed on a hand on each armrest, eyes boring down into you. “Now, let’s try again, shall we? What the fuck was that?”

Bingo.

You smiled up at him. “I just want to look nice for you, Detective.”

He shook his head and gritted his teeth. “Oh, you wanna look pretty for me, is that it?” You nod. “You know what would make you look real pretty? Get on your fucking knees.”

Embarrassingly quick, you sink out of the chair and onto your knees, staring up at the man. He smirks.

“Well? You just gonna stare at me? Don’t act like you don’t know what to do.”

You reach up and slowly get to work on his belt, trying to act like you still have some sort of control. Not that you minded, but it was still nice to pretend.

All resolve left you went he wrapped a hand in your hair, pulling back until your chin was pointed up at him. “Don’t do that. You’ve teased me enough. Now it’s your turn.”

You pulled down his pants just enough to reach his dick. You sucked in a breath. You had some idea of what you were in for, but fuck.

You tried to tease him a bit more, you really did, but as soon as you heard the deep groan when you took him into your mouth, you were done for.

His hand in your hair guided you, bobbing your head on his dick, feeling it hit the back of your throat each time. Each tug on your hair, each time you felt the tip of his dick down your throat, you felt a spark go straight between your legs. You looked up at him through thick eyelashes, eyes slightly teary, spit spilling over your lips.

“God, I knew it. You do look very pretty like this, sweetheart.”

You were slightly disappointed when he finally pulled your head back, dick soaked with your spit. “Get up.”

You shakily got to your feet, suddenly aware of how much of a mess you must be. His eyes roamed over your body, examining you from head to toe.

“Go on, sweetheart. Bend over the desk for me.”

You quickly complied, bending over the front his desk, legs slightly spread. You felt him behind you, placing his hands on your hips before landing a hard smack on your ass. His hands pushed up skirt, pooling it around your waist and exposing you to him. He ran a finger over your underwear, pressing lightly on your clit, before landing another blow.

“Such a little slut, aren’t you? Already soaked for me. Have you enjoyed acting like a brat?” Another smack. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you said softly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Much better.” He pushed your underwear aside, running a finger through your folds. You felt your hips push back, trying to get more. More of anything, more of him. He pulled his hand away, running it over your thighs. “So desperate, aren’t you? You know exactly what you’ve been doing to me, teasing me, acting like a brat. Why should I touch you?”

“Please, sir, I’m sorry. I just wanted – “

“Wanted what? Wanted me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. You felt him slide one finger in, quickly followed by a second. You bit your lip, suddenly aware of where you were and who was outside this office.

“So, you thought you’d make me jealous, hm?” he asked, fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. You nodded, rolling your hips against his fingers. As soon as he felt your movement, he pulled his fingers away. A whimper left your lips.

“Why should I make you feel good, when you’ve done nothing but tease me for months?”

“Please, sir. I need it.”

“Louder.”

“But- “

“I said louder.”

“Please, sir, please, fuck.”

He slid into you all at once, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. You let out a loud moan, before clamping a hand over your mouth, hoping to God no one heard you.

His hand found its way to your hair, pulling you toward him, back arching. You felt his lips right next to your ear as he finally moved his hips, pulling almost completely out before pounding back in. “No, no, baby. You want to tease me, make me jealous, let these cops flirt with you? You’re gonna let this whole fucking office know who you belong to.”

He set a rapid pace, hips snapping against yours. You felt your eyes roll back in your head, legs unsteady.

Mark groaned in your ear. “God, do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this pussy? How many times I’ve thought about bending you over and ruining you? Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done to me? You’re all I fucking think about anymore.”

You let out a loud moan, no longer caring who heard you two. “God, fuck.”

“Cmon baby, tell me who you belong to.”

“You, sir.”

“Louder.” His long, hard strokes made your legs weak.

“I belong to you, sir! I’m all yours!”

“Good girl.” His other hand reached around your front, fingers quickly finding your clit and drawing quick circles around it. “Now, let everyone out there know that I’m the only one that gets to make you cum.”

Your legs shook and you knew if it weren’t for his arms holding you up, you wouldn’t be able to stand. Your mind was blank, forgetting everything but his words and the feeling of his cock filling you.

Your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you, the room filled with sounds of you moaning his name and his skin slapping against yours. You felt his pace falter slightly, his breath hot on your ear as he emptied himself inside you.

You stayed like that for a moment, both trying to catch your breath, before he finally pulled out of you and slid your skirt down.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that,” he said, breathless, as he pulled his pants back up.

You let out a soft laugh. “Me too.” You start to grab a tissue from the box on his desk to clean yourself up before he grabbed your wrist. He spun you around to face him, face inches from yours.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. And I want to see you try and hold yourself together with my cum dripping down your thighs.” He gave you a smirk before letting go of your wrist, making his way back to his chair, and continuing his work as if nothing had happened.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as you tried to make yourself look somewhat presentable.

Maybe your plan worked a bit too well.

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Let me know if you guys like this!! I've been thinking about doing a NSFW alphabet with our lovely detective, let me know if you guys would be interested 👀

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halcyone-of-the-sea · 1 year

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I would love to see some tooth rotting fluff with Alejandro Vargas!😩😍 I absolutely love your writing and can’t wait to see what you come up with!! Congrats on 5K!!❤️❤️

—Hold Me Longer

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╰┈➤ ❝ [Mornings spent in the sanctity of warm sunlight and bare skin.] ❞

His head rests on your chest, and through his hair, your fingers travel in slow, steady, intervals. In this room where the both of you rest, light seeps in through the curtains to connect with bare skin—a waking morning just peeking its eyes over the horizon as the stars and moon disappear. Yet in these walls, the magic of night still remains in the way Alejandro’s breath cascades over your flesh; your own ruffling the very hair you caress.

The man grumbles, arms around your waist tightening as he groans awake. When he feels what you’re doing, he sighs and settles back down, squeezing your body as your legs spread down at his sides. The sheets rustle, tangled below.

Neither of you finds a need to speak, and as you continue your appreciation of his soft, dark tendrils, lips press into your collarbone in even motions; digging deep as stubble grinds against your flesh.

Alejandro hums, practically purring, as you drag your nails over his scalp.

“Good morning to you, too, Vida Mía,” the man teases you, a smile felt along your thin skin over the bone. His tone is laced with sleep.

You shiver under him at the feeling of his vocal cords—the low scrape of words, taking in his warmth as you murmur in your throat.

“Do you have to leave?” You ask, fatigue in your voice.

He moves upward and presses his lips into the stoop of your neck, after a moment he shakes his head, making a small noise.

“No, not today,” Alejandro smirks, and you feel it as your eyes flutter, tilting your head to the side as he shifts his body farther up your own; that sliding of skin and heavy muscle. “Today, I’m all yours, eh?”

Lips return to your neck, and your fingers tighten on the man’s hair, pulling with tired limbs. Your breath hitches as a soft nip is leveled at your pulse, a nose pushing into your heated flesh.

A soft smile makes its way over your face. “Any plans, then?”

Alejandro chuckles deeply, his chest hitting yours. He moves his head to kiss the side of your lips.

“Ah,” he breathes, sagging once more back into you as the morning grows the slightest bit brighter. “All of my plans are right in front of me.” The man’s head slots into your shoulder, and into you he mutters with a low tone as he sighs through a smirk.

“Hold me longer.” You let your face nuzzle into his head, eyelids slipping shut once more.

“Deal.”

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stayteezdreams · 1 year

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Mans Chan's Best Friend: Part One

Plot: Chan makes a furry new friend when on the walk in the park, and he can't keep his eyes off their owner.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Christopher/Bang Chan x Gn!Reader

-Meet-Cute Series-

Words: 1.3k; it came out so much shorter than I wanted 😩

Your anxieties began to lessen as you noticed the lack of people in the park today. You had feared Cocoa might get to overwhelmed with crowds or strange dogs on his first walk in public. Luckily, you seemed to pick a good time when here were few people out.

As Cocoa sniffed and inspected every tree, bench and trashcan you came across, you breathed in the fresh air. Looking around, your eyes landed on someone walking your direction.

Even from a distance you could tell he was attractive. You slowed your pace a bit as he walked closer, he seemed to be distracted by something across the street. You took the opportunity to shamelessly check him out as he got closer, before you looked back at Cocoa.

Cocoa, seemed to notice the stranger at this moment as he suddenly darted towards him. Your heart spiked a bit as you called out to him.

"Cocoa no!"

Chris's attention was taken from the shop across the street as he heard a voice call out. Looking back he saw a small brown dog run up to him.

He immediately grinned at the sight, always happy to be approached by a cute dog. Before he knew it, the small dog was running around Chris's legs furiously sniffing him as the leash tied him up.

Chris let out a chuckle as your embarrassed voice spoke up, stealing Chris's attention.

"I'm so sorry! Cocoa, no, stop!"

As Chris looked up at you, he felt his heart skip a beat as he froze. He hadn't really noticed you until this moment as you were only a foot away, trying desperately to free him from your dogs snare.

Your eyes met the mans and you felt your face heat up. Your eyes remained locked in stillness for a moment. He was even more attractive up close. Why was it always the attractive ones that saw you in an embarrassing situations? You cursed your luck as you apologized again.

"Uh- I'm really sorry, this is his first walk out in public" You laughed awkwardly as you pulled your eyes away from his, your heart hammering in your chest.

Chris giggled, his eyes not leaving your face, "It's okay, really!"

"Let me just- sorry" You began to circle around him, untying yourself and Cocoa from him as Cocoa wagged is tail relentlessly as he tried to get the man's attention.

Chris smiled gleefully at the situation as he watched you try to free him from your dog's leash. You were clearly embarrassed by the situation, but Chris couldn't help but chuckle.

Not only was your dog adorable, but you were pretty cute yourself. And Chris only thought it more as he watched you.

As you ended up circling him a few times, only for Cocoa to do the same, leaving Chris still entangled, he giggled.

"Here, let me." he said softly as he reached for the leash.

You handed it to him, while pretending the way his hands brushed your's didn't send your heart into a flurry.

Chris giggled at the puppy's excited behavior as he untangled himself from the leash.

"There we go!" he said cheerfully as he handed the leash back to you.

You whispered a thank you as you smiled bashfully at him.

He grinned at you as he crouched down, petting Cocoa "You're a little menace aren't you?"

You were surprised by his accent, but found it even more attractive. He looked up at you "What's his name?"

"Oh, Cocoa!"

He smiled "Cocoa, cute!"

As he pet Cocoa, you found yourself admiring him again. He seemed nice, and you were glad he didn't get upset about Cocoa's behavior.

"You remind me of my dog Berry" Chris said as he continued to pet Cocoa, his voice a higher pitch than normal, making you smile at you watched him.

"Berry?" You asked softly, hoping to kill some of your awkardnes.

He nodded as he looked over at you momentarily "Yeah, he's back in Australia though so I don't get to see him often."

You nodded sympathetically "That must be hard."

He nodded softly "It can be." looking back at you he grinned, and you felt your stomach swirl. "I'm Chris."

"Oh, I'm Y/n."

He stood up, and wiped his hands on his pants before reaching out his hand for you to take. You shook it with a shy smile as he continued to smile brightly at you.

"Is he the first dog you've had?"

"Yes and no" you chuckled "The first dog I've had on my own. I had dogs growing up though."

He nodded in understanding "Puppy's can be a lot of work that's for sure."

"I'm beginning to understand that. Sorry again by the way, I was...distracted when he ran up to you, I should have stopped him sooner."

He lifted his hands dismissively "Don't worry about it, it was a nice surprise actually."

You nodded your head, feeling your shyness begin to take hold again as you looked down at Cocoa, who had now found something interested in a patch of grass.

Chris seemed to notice your shyness, and as cute as he thought it was, he feared you might be preparing to run off.

He cleared his throat "So, I walk in the park a lot and I've never seen you before, are you new to the area?" he asked genuinely curious, and hopeful that this might not be just a one time meeting.

"I've been here a while actually, I just never really came to this park much." you looked down at Cocoa "But now I have a reason too"

"So you'll be coming more often then?"

You nodded, wondering why he was so interested, as your stomach did flips. Was he interested in you? Or just Cocoa?

"Good good." He said with a grin "So maybe I'll see you and Cocoa again?"

You smiled, feeling your neck and face heat up "Probably, yeah. I was planning on coming most days when I'm not at work."

Chris nodded, trying to act nonchalant, but failing miserably when he scratched th back of his neck "What times- I mean, I uh- the park is usually really nice around this time every day, and the evening, those are when I often walk around. And uh, when I would recommend you come out."

You smiled, noting his awkwardness as you accepted that it was you he was in fact interested in.

"I think this time every day works. But, uh, what time in the evenings would you suggest? In case, I can't come out at this time." you asked casually.

"Oh, uhm, around five. It's not too late, but most people are at home after work, relaxing."

You nodded "Five is a good time. I think I might try it out, see how Cocoa likes it."

Chris nodded, trying to repress a smile "Good, yeah."

He cleared his throat again before he noticed the time on his watch. His heart jumped a bit as he realized he was running late.

You noticed the look on his face as he checked his watch "Late?"

He looked up at you and smiled before nodding "I should go"

Reaching down as he pet Cocoa he looked back to you and smiled "So...if, by chance, I ran into you tomorrow again, around five...would you mind be tagging along for your walk?"

You smiled as you shuffled on your feet shyly "I wouldn't mind."

He grinned and nodded "Good." he began to walk backwards "See you then, well, I mean if-"

"If you, are by chance here at five?"

He let out a laugh "Yeah."

You nodded and giggled "Yeah, okay. See you then. Maybe."

He grinned and turned to leave after chuckling "Bye."

As he walked off, he looked back at you once before he left the park, a smile still present on his face.

You grinned to yourself as you looked down at Cocoa. "What are you my wingman or something?"

xx End xx

Sorry for the abrupt ending but I suck at them lmao. I hope you liked it~

-Part Two-

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thisgirlnamedblusy · 2 months

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i want to request this in the most respectful way possible. what if you write... evil donna who was thinking of k*lling hunter!reader. like, reader was the daughter of her dad, a reclusive man who used to hunt lycans. reader doesn't live by the village's rules because of her dad who doesn't like the lords, especially miranda. a villager tasked reader to have donna's head by dawn. determined to prove herself to her father, naive and inexperienced reader came to her doorstep only having like, a shotgun with her lmaooo.

of course donna hates her already because of her advances, so donna decides to toy with her- making her hallucinate for hours, torturing her mind.

thinking better of it, she then decides to spare her life in exchange for getting into bed with her.

andddddd can you make it g!p? i live for dark donna 😩

Yess!!!! thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))))

Bad choices

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem, Hunter! Reader

Warnings: G!P Donna, smut, Minors DNI, dark themes, dark Donna

Word count: 7,939

Summary: You just wanted to prove your worth to your father...

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

One by one, all those horrible lycans succumbed to your shots. The silence was only interrupted by your tired gasps. Dried blood covered your clothes and the fear of being about to die made your legs tremble.

It was just another day in your life, nothing out of the ordinary, even if it might seem that way.

For as long as you could remember, you had lived in that small cabin in the woods. Your father took care of you after your mother's death.

Surviving in a place like that was a complicated task, but luckily, over the years you had learned to defend yourself.

When you were very young, your family decided that a village like that was not the right place for you. They were not wrong. The domain of Mother Miranda, of the Lords, exercised a power in that place that was impossible to ignore.

Experiments, disappearances, maidens who never returned from that castle… It was a kind of free sample of hell, like when you wet your neck to get used to a cold lake and not get dizzy, a sample of that hell to which you were all condemned, a period of trial for your sins, something unfair, but inevitable.

Maybe that was one of the many reasons that led your family to isolate themselves from that place, maybe that hell didn’t deserve you sink into it. Living far from the village, imprisoned as prisoners, could also be considered hell.

But, unfortunately, the creatures that came out of that place roamed everywhere and, after your mother's death, your father only had one goal in mind. Kill them all, finish off the lycans, the Lords, Mother Miranda.

An impossible goal, but one that at least gave him a reason to get up in the morning and not sink, not surrender to the helplessness surrounding your life. Since you were a little girl, you trained.

You wanted to be part of that monster hunt, of that slow revenge that would culminate with the liberation of the village. You knew it was just an illusion, a mirage, but at least you would fight to live one more day, you would fight to finish off as many lycans as possible before nightfall.

But, despite your hard training, you still had flaws, too many, and you knew that your father had too much patience. You might not have the worries that the villagers had, but you had one that tormented you day after day: making your father proud of you.

Slowly, you returned to your home. The sky was reddened by the sunset, as if the elements of nature could also be stained with the blood of those monsters. It was a silent path, a humiliating one.

“You're making the same mistakes again,” your father whispered, when the cabin doors closed behind you. You lowered your head, leaving the shotgun on a table.

“It's not my fault. They attacked me from behind,” you defended yourself, getting rid of your jacket and the ammunition cartridges, disappointed for having been on the verge of dying, again.

“Of course they did it, (Y/N),” the man reproached you, putting a hand on your back. “I've told you many times that…”

“Two eyes are not enough,” you interrupted, making him sigh. “I know, father.”

“Knowing is not enough,” he said, crossing his arms. “If you make mistakes, you will pay with your life.”

“I suppose the next time I should stay here cleaning the house, right?” you said angrily, with your own shame manipulating your words.

“I didn't say that,” the man said, wiping himself with a handkerchief. “You're a good hunter, (Y/N), but you can always improve.”

“Yeah, right,” you sighed, looking away so your blush due to your mistakes wasn't seen by your father. “I'm going to take a bath.”

Night had fallen in the forest and with it, tranquility. Slowly, barely looking at each other, you dined under the comforting fire of the fireplace.

“Tomorrow morning we'll go hunting again,” your father commented. You looked at him, playing with your food, and nodded. “Unless you're too tired.”

“I'm not tired,” you protested, with a cold look. The man smiled amused, shaking his head. “There are still too many lycans in this forest.”

“I know, but I only have one daughter so…”

“Yes, yes, I'll be more careful,” you said, a little more relaxed, enjoying those moments that didn't make you feel trapped in a constant nightmare. “I'm going to pick this up.”

When you got up, the sound of the door caught your attention.

Your father motioned for you to keep quiet while he took his gun and approached the entrance. With a knowing look, he told you there was no danger. It was probably another villager who was willing to pay to free him from the monsters that destroyed his crops, nothing out of the ordinary, so you walked to the small kitchen without giving it any importance.

Once with the clean plates, you returned to the small living room while your father closed the door, crumpling a paper and shaking his head.

“Who was it?” you asked curiously, watching as the man threw that ball of paper into the fireplace.

“A villager,” he commented, dropping into the armchair. “One who believes we are immortal.”

“Why do you say so? What was the job?” you asked curiously, approaching the fireplace with your eyes fixed on that ball of paper, one that the fire had decided not to burn.

“Forget it, (Y/N)…” he sighed, pouring himself a glass of whiskey. “Do you want a drink?”

“No, you know I don't drink,” you said amused, walking slowly towards the fireplace.

“That's why you're better than me,” your father murmured, closing his eyes, resting from that busy day.

Unable to help yourself, you crouched down to the fireplace, picking up the crumpled piece of paper and startling your father, who frowned as he sat up correctly with a sigh, shaking his head.

“Donna Beneviento,” you read. Only that name was written on that piece of paper; the name of one of the four Lords, a name you knew well, as did your father.

“You see? That boy is completely crazy,” the man commented, snatching the paper from you and this time, making it burn irremediably in the fireplace.

“Why?” you asked, sitting in the other chair, frowning.

“He thinks it's easy,” he murmured, playing with the ice in his glass. “Apparently his brother wasn't the smartest in the room, and he entered Beneviento’s territory several days ago. He hasn't returned.”

You nodded, swallowing, frightened by that statement.

“Does he want us to look for him?” you wanted to know. Your father drank the glass in one gulp and laughed mockingly.

“Oh, please, both of us know that poor wretch is already dead,” he commented in a dark voice. “What he wants is Beneviento's head on a pike.”

“It's understandable,” you said, nodding, watching the fire burn that name, that powerful name.

“It's stupid, (Y/N),” your father said, amused. “If it were that easy, we would have already done it.”

“But, but she's the weakest Lord, right?” you asked curiously.

Of course, you knew all the Lords, you had studied them with your father, thus maintaining the hope that one day you could free the village from their yoke.

“Weakest? What makes you think that way?” the man asked, pouring himself another drink while laughing unpleasantly.

You shrugged, thinking of all those notes you had stuck on the wall, those horrible photos of the four leaders of the village. The mysterious woman in black was one of them.

“I don't know, it seems that way,” you sighed, looking at that black dress, that sinister puppet the lady held in her arms.

“Appearances can be deceiving, (Y/N)…” your father said, in a low voice, leaning towards you. “Beneviento is dangerous, and I'm not crazy enough to want to confront her.”

“She's just a psycho nutcase,” you commented, remembering all the information you had about her. “Maybe we could take advantage of the fact that it's nighttime and…”

“No, (Y/N), forget it. It's impossible,” your father interrupted you, something that frustrated you.

“But…”

“No buts. I don't plan on risking my life and yours because you continue to be reckless.”

“You say that because you think I'm weak. You don't think I'm capable of finishing her off,” you growled, childishly crossing your arms.

“Of course you're not capable of finishing her off. And neither am I,” your father said, with a darker look, a warning one. “You have to learn where we are in this place, what our limitations are.”

“You mean mine,” you murmured angrily, upset by your own uselessness, for not being able to be at your father's level and stop being a burden on the hunts.

“It's nothing personal,” the man said, looking away. “I just care about you.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course, good night,” you said ironically, getting up from the armchair and going to your room.

You could be a girl with logical reasoning, with enough cold blood to accept your father's reprimands and recognize that you were far below his level. But you felt guilty, you felt like you were nothing more than a burden, that you could never be on his level.

Tucked into bed, you thought about your trips to the forest, the times he saved your life because you were careless. You were tired of being weak. Your father may not have said it but… Surely he was disappointed to have a daughter like that, a daughter incapable of making him proud.

Deep down you knew that you were not as strong as him was logical, that experience was something you didn’t count on and that you would possess in time. But you were still young, proud and reckless.

In your head there were no longer lycans, samcas or creatures that you had the opportunity to face. That paper burning in the fire also burned in your mind: Donna Beneviento.

You didn't know much about her. You knew she made sinister dolls, she had some kind of power related to flowers, she was sick, she was withdrawn and she didn't usually leave her old mansion.

It might be true that appearances were deceiving but a normal, ordinary woman, no matter how powerful she was, seemed like an easy target, she seemed like the first Lord with a real chance of falling.

Then your mind wandered to an idea, the worst of your life, a decision you would regret.

What better way to show your father that you were worthy as a hunter than by bringing him the head of one of the most powerful people in the village?

It seemed crazy, it was crazy, but in your head you could only see your father's proud smile, the relief of realizing that you were no longer a burden.

With a grunt, without thinking about what you were actually doing, you got out of bed, put on your jeans, a jacket, and discreetly loaded your shotgun, grabbing a flashlight and opening the door slowly, avoiding the sound.

The cabin was dark, silent. Surely your father was already asleep, fine. The night was your best ally.

With a map in hand, you went out into the forest, where an eerie silence reigned. You were so excited to finish a Lord off that you didn't even think about the dangers that surrounded you. Luckily, the other creatures seemed to want to do you the favor of staying calm, as if they themselves knew the danger you were going to face.

“Okay...” you murmured, looking at the wooden doors that delimited the territory of House Beneviento. A shiver ran down your spine and you looked back, with the logical impulse to turn around. “No, no, no,” you repeated to yourself, going through the doors, lighting the way with the flashlight.

Slowly, you walked through that sinister place, full of dolls hanging from the trees, like a dark omen of what your future would be.

More forest, a wooden bridge and finally, a clearing disturbingly decorated with a grave, the grave of a little girl.

The elevator seemed to have no problem letting you ride it and the sound it made as it climbed the mountain made that cowardly trembling of your legs increase while you repeated to yourself over and over that you wanted to do it, that you had to do it.

When you got out and that horrible waterfall was in your field of vision, a strange dizziness passed through your mind, almost knocking you to the ground.

You didn’t give it any importance and continued walking, pointing forward with your shotgun.

The house was dark, there were no lights, no one seemed to be awake. That gave you the courage to walk towards the entrance, taking cover against the wall. Nothing, you couldn't hear a sound, not a creak, there was no one.

Slowly, trying not to make your footsteps in the snow make too much noise, you circled around the old mansion, finding to your good fortune that the ground was indeed clear. Always sticking to the wall, looking around like your father taught you, you approached the wooden door, telling yourself that everything would be fine.

Your father was right, you were naive.

You stood in front of the door, with the shotgun shaking in your hands as you gathered momentum to kick it open, to catch the dark lady by surprise. A bad decision.

Before your foot made contact with the wood, the door opened with an ominous creak, revealing the darkness inside. The gun shook in your hands, fear surrounded your entire body, but that ephemeral bravery that made you want to prove your worth to your father made you forget the possibility of turning around, of running away.

You took a step, then another, placing one of your hands on the wooden door, opening it completely and entering the darkness.

The flashlight illuminated that sinister mansion. The light passed through all its corners, through every corner. You walked through the old wood, hoping that its creaks would not alert your prey, forgetting the fact that the door had opened by itself, and that you had long since ceased to be safe.

You leaned over the railing of the stairs, illuminating the upper floor. No one.

A portrait adorned the wall, a portrait of a beautiful woman, with a cold and stoic look, Donna, without a doubt. The doll gave away her identity.

Your shoulders relaxed and you frowned with a strange smile. She was truly the most beautiful woman you had ever seen, far from the legends and speculations that spoke of what was behind her black veil.

“Wow... You look hot... Damn freak,” you whispered, unable to look away from those cold eyes, from that pale skin.

Your impudence would take its toll on you sooner or later, but no one could blame you for being weak before the beauty of a woman, you always were, without remedy, and, being isolated from society, that weakness worsened.

With a sigh, you turned the beam of light away from the painting and continued walking, opening the door that led to the living room. You held your gun firmly, hoping to meet that sinister beauty. Nothing new, darkness was the king of that place.

Creepy dolls, dust, old furniture, old movies, and books, lots of books. That was what was in that place. There was no sign of Donna Beneviento. You would have to keep moving.

You walked to the door at the end of the room and, checking once more what was around you, a gloomy and endless darkness, you reached out to reach the knob. You didn't manage to do so.

Suddenly, all the lights in the house came on, startling you, forcing you to close your eyes because of that sudden and annoying light. Your heart was beating fast and your legs were shaking irremediably. You had been caught.

You turned around, with your shotgun raised, with your finger on the trigger. There didn't seem to be anyone there, not until you blinked recklessly and a sinister laugh reached your ears.

In front of you, fear itself, the lady in black, Donna Beneviento, holding the doll in her arms, who seemed to be having a lot of fun with your fear.

“What do we have here?” the puppet asked, flying impossibly, launching itself at you from the arms of its owner. “An intruder,” she laughed sinisterly.

Determined to finish her off, you fired the gun, or tried to. The emptiness in your hands left you perplexed, your shotgun had disappeared. You shook your head, searching all over your clothes for some clue of where your gun had fallen, of how it had disappeared without you noticing.

“You're stupid, stupid,” the doll sang, dancing around you. The lady didn't move, she just watched. “My friends will finish you off.”

You, blocked by fear, stayed glued to the floor, watching how, around you, there seemed to be a few sinister dolls, different, armed with knives, who didn’t hesitate to throw themselves at you, making you fall while the Angie puppet flew back into the arms of its owner.

“Silly, silly...” the doll mocked while you kicked and waved your arms, trying to get rid of those sinister dolls.

“Shit,” you protested, throwing the last of them across the room. When you managed to stand up, the lady was no longer there, nor was the doll, loneliness fell on you heavily and a cold sweat began to rise up the back of your neck.

You searched everywhere, but your weapon was no longer there. You could only flee. You could only run to your house and regret having gone to the old estate. But it was not going to be that easy.

There was no door anymore, no windows, there was nothing, just darkness, as if someone was shining a spotlight on you, as if the show was about to begin.

A fairly accurate statement, as dangerous footsteps approached you, laughter and sinister moans penetrated your mind, forcing you to cover your ears. There was no way out, no escape.

Monsters, ghosts, memories… All of them started to attack you mercilessly. Deformed people chased you through the hallways, the ghosts of your family reproached you for your lack of responsibility. Your whole world, your whole mind was turning against you.

Unable to escape from those monsters, you decided to take refuge in a corner, wishing the nightmare would end.

Pain, fear, was the only thing you could feel.

“Please, stop, stop,” you repeated between sobs, with all those terrible figures harassing you without remedy. “Stop!”

That last agonizing cry made you feel even more dizzy, made you close your eyes, pull your hair, give up. You fell to the wooden floor, breaking down in tears, with the voices of your worst memories harassing you incessantly.

Suddenly, a flash of light blinded you, returning you to a place you didn't think you'd seen, a crumbling ceiling that appeared above you. Sweat ran down your body, panic made you tremble as you writhed on the floor. Little by little, the voices disappeared, the presences abandoned you. It was all over.

Catching your breath, you sat up, looking around. No, it hadn't been a nightmare, you hadn't dreamed of putting yourself in danger, you were still at the Beneviento estate, sitting on the floor, with beads of sweat soaking an old carpet.

“Did you have fun, you silly, silly?” A squeaky voice hurt your ears.

The Angie doll suddenly appeared, lunging at you. You were exhausted. You didn't even have the strength to push her away from your body.

Before fear could allow you to react, something or rather, someone, pulled at your jacket, pulling you to your feet abruptly and pushing you towards a chair, where you fell with a thud. Donna Beneviento. Her black dress, her covered face, were very close to you, growling furiously after lifting you off the floor.

With a slow step, the lady circled around you, the silence only interrupted by the endless laughter of the doll. After acting as a carrion bird, she sat in front of you on a chair, breathing calmly, without moving, without speaking.

“Donna, Donna!” the doll shrieked, climbing onto her lap and pointing at you mockingly. “Did you see how she writhed, how she suffered? How funny… Do it again, torture the intruder,” she said, comically pulling at her dress.

The lady stopped being motionless, shaking her head, gesturing to the doll to get off her lap, looking at you again serenely, unfazed.

“What…?” you sighed, with a thread of voice, with your throat sore from the cries for help. How long had you been running away? You couldn't know. “What have you done to me?”

“I'm the one asking the questions, stupid,” the doll protested, walking back towards you, making you involuntarily step back. You were still terrified. “How dare you show up unannounced? We love guests… Don't we, Donna?” she muttered mockingly, circling you while jumping childishly.

The lady moved again, nodding, standing upright in that chair, in front of you.

“I don't…” you said, feeling a terrible sting in your throat, causing you to cough terribly. You should have been screaming for a long time, blood dripped on your hands and your vocal cords shuddered from the dryness of your mouth.

A tired sigh came out of that black veil as Lady Beneviento slowly stood up, picking up what looked like a glass of water from a table, approaching you.

You, horrified by that presence, turned your head away, preventing that black dress from brushing against your jacket, avoiding any attempt by the woman to give you a drink.

“Non muoverti” the lady hissed in a hoarse, soft voice, struggling with you, trying to give you something to drink that surely was not water.

With an annoyed gasp, the woman grabbed your cheeks tightly with one hand, making you hiss in pain and tilt your head up, letting the clear liquid spill down your throat.

You gasped in annoyance, choking on the liquid of life while Donna put the glass back on the table, an opportunity you took to take out a knife you kept in your sneakers, throwing yourself at the lady in black.

As expected, she grabbed your wrist, twisting it tightly, forcing you to throw the knife away before pushing you back into the chair. You grabbed your aching hand, protesting and squeezing your eyes shut. That was the end for you.

With a sigh, apparently not giving importance to your audacity, the lady sat down in front of you again, gesturing to her doll, which ran to your side again.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” Angie asked, with a slightly different tone that made you frown.

“What…” you whispered, your voice regained thanks to that glass of water. But you were still terribly scared.

“Answer me, you fool, fool!” the doll demanded, as if it were its own owner, yelling at you, as if she were losing her patience.

“My… My name is…” you stammered, controlling your nerves, remembering your father’s lessons, gaining more confidence, unfortunately. “I’m not going to say anything…” you growled, spitting out the words, squinting at the woman in black, ignoring the puppet.

“Quiet, huh? Look, you have something in common with my Donna,” Angie joked, her tone sharper. At least you could study the situation, find out more about that woman in mourning and then, then die…

“Ask me by yourself, come on,” you said defiantly, shaking your head at Donna, who tilted it curiously.

The doll growled furiously, hitting your leg with her wooden arms.

“Don't talk to my Donna!” she shrieked angrily.

“If you have something to say, come on, say it,” you continued to demand, ignoring the pain in your legs. “Speak, come on, speak!”

The lady in black stood up abruptly, pushing the doll out of her way by leaning over the chair, making the fabric of her veil dance over your head. You held her gaze. Inside you were praying to survive, outside you seemed invincible, it seemed like you weren't about to faint.

“I know you,” a hoarse whisper came from the black fabric. Donna grabbed your chin again, squeezing it hard, digging her nails into your skin. No matter how hard you struggled, fear kept you from moving. “You're that little cagna who lives on the outskirts of the village…”

“What did you call me?” you asked furiously, struggling not to show the pain her grip produced. “Let me go!”

“Are you demanding me?” she asked with a melodic accent, releasing you unpleasantly, moving away arrogantly. “I'm the one who should demand you, don't you think?”

“That's it!” Angie added, not letting her presence fade. “Stupid!”

“Yes, yes,” the lady commented, pacing back and forth, making her dress dance with each step, making your gaze unable to separate from her. “You and your father have been pestering for a while, finishing off Mother Miranda's creations.”

“Yes, and we will finish all of you off, don't doubt it for a second!” you shrieked, intoxicated by a naive bravery, by hiding the death you would surely suffer in a dark corner of your thoughts, not letting fear overcome you.

“I see,” Donna whispered, shaking her head. “That's why you came, isn't it? You came to kill me.”

“Yes,” you said without fear of reprisals. You were already lost. At least you would die with pride.

Donna nodded disinterestedly, turning abruptly soon after, totally unexpectedly, grabbing the collar of your shirt.

“Sure, of course... We're going to kill poor Donna, the mentally underdeveloped, the crazy one, the one who doesn't know how to defend herself!” she shouted furiously, her knuckles white as she squeezed your clothes, while she pulled you hard until you fell to the ground. “Well, you've got me wrong!”

You crawled along the floor, holding the arm you hit in the fall, fleeing as far as possible from that angry lady, as sick as you had heard. With a painful effort, you crawled where your knife had fallen, being interrupted by a heel in your hand, making you scream in pain.

“Stay still!” the deranged lady yelled, bending down and lifting you by the collar of your clothes, shaking you nervously. “Do you think I'm weak?! Do you think I'm worse than my siblings?! You think because I'm crazy I can't stop you from finishing me off?! Porca puttana, answer me!”

“N, n,” you stuttered, struggling in her grip, now showing all the fear you felt.

“N, n? Where's your bravery now, stupid girl?” she mocked furiously. She had completely lost her mind in a moment. Your end was getting closer. You should have listened to your father.

“Hey, hey, Donna,” the doll interrupted, tugging at her dress, drawing her attention. “Relax, relax, remember what Miranda said, count to ten…” the doll said.

The lady growled, letting you fall back to the floor while moving her hands erratically, probably looking for something to strangle.

“Sit down,” she said in a calmer, softer voice, as if that relaxation technique had served to control her madness. You remained motionless on the ground and she sighed again. “Siedeti!”

Trembling and holding back a sob, you obeyed, climbing back onto the chair.

“Donna…” the doll whispered, also frightened by its owner's attitude.

“Why don't you just kill me?” you asked, panting nervously, letting the tears of your cowardice show themselves in front of her, running down your cheek uncontrollably.

“Don't… Tell… Me… What to do,” she whispered, clenching her fists on either side of her hips, childishly thumping the floor.

“Don't tell her what to do, stupid!” the doll repeated, with a cocky pose, with her hands on her hips.

“It's always, always the same,” the lady murmured nervously, putting on her veil, with a laugh that reflected her madness. “Poor Donna, she's so lonely, so weak, so mentally ill… Come on, we'll protect you, little sister, no one can hurt you,” she rambled.

Your legs shook, your whole body ached and your mind had long since been overcome.

“I'm fed up, you know?” she said, looking at you, with a tone that seemed calmer, it seemed. “I'm fed up with you all thinking you can hurt me just because I don't have a metal army and I don't sleep with 20 maids a day.”

You didn't say anything. You kept your cold gaze, unsuccessfully searching for a way to escape.

“What's your name?” Donna asked, with the same nervous laugh, pointing at you in a strange way. “What's your name!?” she shouted when she didn't get an answer in less than a second.

You moved in the chair, closing your eyes at her screams.

“(Y/N),” you whispered with your voice broken by fear, with the feeling of seeing your life pass before your eyes. Donna laughed with satisfaction, comically moving the finger that pointed at you.

“(Y/N), good,” she said with a lower, softer tone, far from her anger, from her madness. “That's much better…”

“What are you going to do to me?” you asked, gaining confidence again, checking that the black lady's outburst of rage had faded.

“What were you going to do to me?” she asked back, crossing her arms, breathing deeply, as if trying to control herself.

“A piece of advice,” a voice whispered in your ear, the Angie doll, who had climbed onto your body without you noticing. “You'd better tell her the truth.”

You looked at the puppet and then at the lady, who was kicking the floor impatiently again.

“I was going to… Kill you,” you whispered quietly, lowering your gaze, searching your mind for a way to behave, a non-existent possibility of getting out of there alive, one that didn't seem possible.

“Mm,” the lady murmured with disinterest, looking at her nails as she nodded. “You're sincere, I like it. Tell me, (Y/N), what do you think I should do with you?”

“I, I don't know,” you said with a slightly louder tone, with your gaze shadowed by helplessness.

“Silly girl,” she murmured amused, shaking her head. “It's pretty obvious, isn't it? I've always been a woman of word, you know? I believe in justice.”

You couldn't help but let your irreverent side come out of your body, forming a mocking smile on your face.

“You? Two days ago you killed a man just because he snuck into your territory,” you hissed, holding her gaze.

“Oh, now it turns out I can't protect myself,” she mocked, moving her veil along with her head, letting herself fall into the chair, crossing her arms. “The same thing again… Silly Donna has to let a dirty thief break into her property.”

“Thief?” you asked confused.

“You talk too much, (Y/N),” Donna commented, dragging out her words. “But you don't know anything. You should learn that when a vermin sneaks into your house... Your duty is to crush it,” she said, emphasizing her words with a stomp on the floor.

You shook your head, passing a hand over your sweaty forehead.

“You're sick,” you whispered, giving up everything. You would die, yes, but you wouldn't let yourself be overwhelmed easily.

“Mm, maybe I am,” she commented with disinterest. “But you're dead.”

“You know what I think? You're a coward, Donna Beneviento,” you growled, still not knowing very well why, as a last challenge, the last of your life. “You think you're strong enough to face everyone, but you can't even face it…”

“Sei una stupida…” the lady hissed, searching around the room for a pair of scissors that she looked at with interest, running a finger along the shiny edge.

“If you're going to kill me, at least show your face!” you screamed, already desperate, losing your mind.

Donna turned towards you, with the scissors in her hand, getting closer until that lavender scent flooded your senses, confusing you.

“Do you want to see my face?” she asked in a threatening whisper.

“I want to know what kind of monster is going to kill me,” you said, looking away.

It could be your imagination, but it seemed to you that the lady laughed, before moving away and removing the black veil from her face. Lady Beneviento revealed herself, showing her appearance, so similar to the portrait, so different at the same time. A horrible scar occupied part of her right side. Something inside you was moved by that vision, something in your mind could only think of one word: beauty.

“Well, let's get this over with,” she said, waiting a bit for you to react, something you didn't do, you stood petrified, hating yourself for thinking that way about your captor, your executioner. “Save your begging, I hate it.”

“I'm not going to beg,” you said with a broken voice, with a hatred for your own thoughts, for the attraction that this dangerous woman was exerting on you without wanting it.

“Kill her now, Donna! Kill her!” the doll demanded, jumping happily on a sofa.

With a sigh, with a strange gleam in her only eye, Donna put the scissors on your neck, making you close your eyes, waiting for your death in the most serene way possible. That cut never came. The blade of those scissors never cut your skin. The lady in black sighed, releasing you from the grip she had on your hair.

“You're not scared,” she murmured, making you open your eyes in confusion, breathing calmly, regaining your normal heartbeat. “My appearance should disgust you, why aren't you scared?!”

You shook your head, frowning, not understanding her erratic attitude.

“You don't scare me. Your appearance doesn't disgust me. You may be a monster, but you don't look like one,” you whispered, letting out the pure truth of your thoughts.

Donna was confused, running a hand over the back of her neck, breathing heavily, leaving the scissors on a table. She seemed nervous.

With a sudden movement, the lady approached you again, moving your face with her hands, as if she were studying your features, with a confused look, with one eye shining strangely, with lavender intoxicating your thoughts again.

“Che bella sei, mm?” she murmured, far away from that place, with her thoughts wandering erratically through a world to which you were completely alien.

“I don't understand,” you said, swallowing, getting nervous because of her proximity, because of the hand that was now slowly moving down your chest, without asking permission.

A smile that seemed to you the most beautiful you had ever seen adorned her face, making you have to close your eyes so as not to get lost in her beauty, so your thoughts didn’t wander aimlessly through dangerous places.

“I guess you don’t,” she sighed, with her incessant caresses surrounding your body, with a velvety tone, with a marked accent, getting closer to your ear. “Maybe I'm being hasty…”she whispered sensually, giving you a shiver.

“What are you doing, silly Donna?! Kill the intruder, kill her!” Angie shouted.

Donna looked at you again, forcing you to open your eyes, holding your gaze in a curious way, in a way that made your heart beat faster.

“On second thought…” she murmured, moving away from you. Your treacherous body protested the lack of her soft touch. “I like you, silly girl. Maybe you can do something to save your miserable life.”

“What? What are you talking about?” you asked, shaking your head, coming out of that little unwanted daydream.

She smiled again, putting on an innocent face, leaning against a wall in a cocky way.

“Let's make a deal. I'll let you live and you…” she murmured, studying your reaction.

“I, what?” you asked immediately, when her gaze darkened again.

“You have sex with me,” she said with total naturalness, making you open your eyes wide at that proposal, one that you didn’t expect at all.

“What? You must be joking,” you said with a mocking laugh, shaking your head. You didn't know why you were even considering that possibility, but you didn't want her to notice.

“Do you know how hard it is to be here alone?” the lady asked mockingly. “Always alone, with no one to come visit me… with no one to, well, to attend to my needs as a human being…”

“That's not my problem,” you hissed, fighting your own desire. “You have money, you can pay for that.”

“How rude,” she protested, with a mocking sneer. “Do you think I'm like my sister? I never buy anything that's used.”

“You are disgusting,” you growled, surprised by those comments.

“Am I? Well, in that case... Angie, cut her throat!” she shrieked, gesturing towards the doll, which grabbed the scissors, climbing up your body.

“No, no, wait, wait!” you screamed scared, closing your eyes, waiting for your end, again.

“Time is a very precious commodity, (Y/N), make a decision now,” Donna murmured, pushing the doll away to caress your cheek in a sinister way, with a cold look, with that same look from the portrait.

“Tic, toc, stupid,” the doll sang, moving the scissors in a threatening way.

“I…” you murmured, confused by that decision, one that your disturbed head had already made without your permission. “Okay.”

“Do we have a deal then?” the lady asked, with a triumphant smile.

You, embarrassed by your instincts, by the desire that woman made you feel, shook your head up and down, biting your lip.

“Come,” she said curtly, pulling your wrist and dragging you through the mansion. You, nervous and scared, felt ashamed of yourself for accepting something like that, but at the same time there was something inside you that screamed for it. You were weak, in more ways than you thought.

“Stand there,” the lady in black ordered you in a gruff voice, revealing her own desire. You lowered your head and walked through the shabby bedroom, placing yourself in the indicated spot.

You didn't want to look at her. You didn't want to take your eyes off the floor.

“Are you a virgin, silly girl?” Donna asked, sitting on a chair in front of you. You refused to answer, causing her to sigh listlessly. “Angie!”

“No, no, please...” you said, making a gesture with your hands so the lady's fury would calm down again. “Y-yes, I am.”

She nodded curiously, not mocking, but smiling sinisterly, blinking in amusement.

“Well, I like you more and more,” she murmured, pulling your wrist to get you closer, getting up and capturing your lips in a slow, hot kiss, one that burned your lips, that made your whole body relax immediately.

It was a strange first kiss, but terribly sensual, causing sensations you yourself didn't know you could have, causing your body to move, your hands to travel to her waist, making you start to enjoy those soft caresses on your lips.

After a few moments of tender kisses, too tender, too soft, she pulled away, running her tongue over her lips, with a smile that confused even you. It could be lust, and it was, but there was something else in her gaze, the desperation, the loneliness that would disappear from her life, at least for a while.

At what point did you start to feel sorry for her?

“Stay there,” she said, sitting back down in the chair with a satisfied sigh. “Come on, tesoro, get naked. Don’t make me repeat it.”

You nodded, freeing yourself from your beige jacket, letting it fall to the floor among your trembling hands. Your body was burning from those kisses, your hips moved in confusion from the lack of contact, from the desire for contact. Maybe it was a hallucination. Maybe you were a stupid girl who fell into the trap of her enemy, her supposed enemy.

Little by little, that pile of clothes grew. Your shirt, your pants, your bra… Your fingers hesitated with each piece of clothing that was torn from your skin, but your breathing became more and more complicated, especially if you raised your eyes to look at the lady who was caressing herself beneath her dress.

You frowned when you recognized those movements, when you discovered what Lady Beneviento was hiding between her legs. You weren't surprised, on the contrary, that vision of her soft caresses, of her intense gaze, only caused you to gasp lustfully.

“You're beautiful... I wish you had come to kill me some time before,” she whispered, caressing herself while panting in a delicate, terribly exciting way. “Come here.”

The lady in black made a gesture with her finger to order your body, already naked, to walk near hers. You obeyed red from exposure, from the shame of wanting your enemy, of not wanting her death, of wanting her.

Her other hand came out of her dress to pull your trembling wrist, to surround your body with her caresses while her lips rested on your belly, on your chest...

You moaned unintentionally, causing a smile to form against your skin. Donna pushed you away while she freed your body, lowering her black skirt, releasing her already throbbing erection. You couldn't look away, you simply couldn't.

“You don’t seem to be uncomfortable,” she murmured amused, continuing with her self-stimulation, calling your attention, forcing you to look up. “Believe me, I wouldn't do it if I didn't see that you were... Let's say… Willing.”

“I find it hard to believe,” you murmured, moving your lustful eyes away from her body, delighting your ears with the lady's amused laughter.

“Do you take me for a rapist?” she asked in a soft, almost childish voice. “Please, silly girl... I would never do something like that. I don't care if you don't believe me. I have principles, you know?”

You just nodded, confirming with those words that you wanted to be there, that you wanted to do it. Not to save your life, but because you wanted to do it. That truth fell on you like a bucket of cold water.

“Get on your knees, tesoro,” Donna ordered you in a stern but understanding tone at the same time.

Then you realized. You could have run away, taken advantage of the fact that she was watching you to escape, to attack her by breaking a mirror and sticking a piece of glass into her... beautiful neck. You didn't do it. You didn't want to do it.

“What do you want me to do?” you asked, blinded by desire, dazzled by her beauty, by the smell of lavender, by the excitement you caused in her body.

“Do I really have to tell you? Come on, be a smart girl,” she said, jokingly, pushing your head between her legs.

You couldn't explain what you felt when you surrounded her shaft with your lips, when the taste of her arousal mixed with your saliva. It was such a new and pleasurable sensation that you really reconsidered following the cult of the evil Miranda.

Your inexperience disappeared thanks to the movements of her hand on your head indicating how she liked it, how she wanted you to move.

“You're good... Your mouth is... Perfect...” the lady murmured, with her eye closed, enjoying your tongue caressing the tip, your hand matching the movements of your lips, the heat that your skin gave off due to desire. “So beautiful…”

You couldn’t help but smile at the compliment, feeling valued, admired, revered in a way you never thought you would feel. You may have lost your mind, but you didn’t want it back. Your attraction went from fleeting to sick. You wanted Donna, you desired her, you were sure you could come to love her. If your father had seen you like this…

“Stop, that’s enough,” she ordered you, gently pulling your hair, bending down to kiss you quickly, messily and in a hot way. “Lie down on the bed and spread your legs, will you?”

“Yes,” you sighed with a satisfied smile, one that she returned. You should never underestimate a Lord. She knew perfectly well what you were thinking, what your mind wanted.

Were you that obvious?

“I would like to hear you say my name, I'm sure it sounds perfect on your lips,” the lady murmured, getting rid of the rest of her clothes, walking with you towards the bed, putting you in the position she wanted, that you wanted.

“Donna,” you said, with a sigh, letting her body climb yours, her lips rest on your breasts, her hands scratch the delicate skin of your legs.

“Perfect, just as I thought,” she whispered in your ear, moving your legs to separate them a before positioning her shaft at your embarrassingly wet entrance.

The contact made you moan, writhe in pleasure. Her movements stopped, her gaze suddenly cold.

“Hey, I… No, I'm not going to force you,” Donna said in a soft tone, sighing, her gaze confused but fixed on yours, comforting you with soft caresses on your cheek. “You can go if you want. I, I won't kill you, I promise.”

“Why the change of mind?” you asked nervously, moaning at the lost contact. Donna sighed again, sitting up, running a hand through her black hair.

“I don't want you to suffer,” she said simply, shaking her head. “I don't want to ruin something as beautiful as you just… Just because my siblings laugh at me.”

“Donna,” you sighed, caressing her cheek, making her close her eye from your touch. “If I'm going to die…”

“I've already told you that I'm not going to…” she protested, with a deranged look, something that your finger on her lips interrupted.

“I'd like it to be in your arms…” you whispered, kissing her, giving in to your thoughts, to those feelings that slowly grew inside you. Being loved, desired, that was much better than killing a pack of lycans.

She nodded with a smile, recovering the ardor of her touch, the caresses, positioning herself again at your entrance, slowly entering.

“Ah…” you protested at the intrusion, at the loss of your innocence. Your body also moaned, squeezing her erection tightly, stretching your walls so it could slide in without difficulty.

“You made a bad decision, silly girl,” Donna murmured when she was completely inside of you, when her shaft had already completely taken over your wetness. “Now I won't be able to stop…”

Gasps, moans, movements of your hips… Everything was an overwhelming mix for your senses. Her thrusts were firm, but her hands soothed your pain, the sensation of stretching you, of containing her shaft inside you, of dancing with it inside of you.

The moans adorned the walls, the movements. Kisses, caresses… An orgasm… Everything was new to you, everything was too pleasurable for you.

With an erratic movement, the lady released herself inside of you, caressing your body with her warmth, with her warm seed, possessing you irremediably, moaning scandalously, moving to feel the combined moisture of your two burning bodies.

“Donna,” you sighed, once the atmosphere relaxed again, your bodies hugging each other as if you had been lovers for a long time, something that sounded better and better in your head. “My father will kill me if he finds out…” you sighed, starting to feel guilty for falling into the clutches of your enemy.

“That has an easy solution,” she commented, lying down next to you, admiring your beauty, one that only she could see. “Stay with me, forever.”

#donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #oneshot #re8 donna #re8 village #requests

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wegc · 8 months

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Been thinking about Innie wayyyyy to much lately. He's been looking so good to me recently😩

Has anyone else noticed the change in that man's attitude? He's gotten so confident and it's kinda hot....

I need thoughts on I.N being cocky 😖

YESSSS ANON i agree with you. his whole vibe has changed and i’m living for it because this attitude, combined with his drool-worthy body is fucking killing me.

i think he’s trying to get rid of the baby bread persona (even tho on bbl he’s still our cute little jeongin) and i think with you, his desire to be your strong, intimidating boyfriend is tenfold <3

GODFJRK can u imagine him grinning wolfishly above you, slapping his hard, aching cock against your face. you want my cock, baby? go on, then. can you take it? if it can’t fit in your mouth, how is it gonna fit in that little cunt, hm?

or or or, him trying to prove his strength to you by fucking you with your legs wrapped around his waist, his firm and strong arms carrying you while he’s standing, thrusting into you harshly. he’d definitely do it in front of a mirror, just so he can watch the way your eyes roll back when he pounds his cock into you. one whimper of, “you’re so big,” from you and he’s busting inside you.

#yang jeongin x reader #yang jeongin smut #jeongin smut #jeongin x reader #skz hard thoughts #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids hard hours #stray kids x reader #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz hard hours #skz x reader #yang jeongin hard hours #answered #anonymous

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queen-of-reptiles · 9 months

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𝚂𝙰𝙽𝙳

description: In which chloe kelly's girlfriend is giving all she's got at the world championships of Athletics 2023 - especially after being so close to gold last year

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chloe kelly x female reader

disclaimer: this is all fiction! Do not take any of this seriously, i am in no way saying chloe is bi-sexual or gay!

warnings: language, cuteness, slightly suggestive

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username2: chloe's shirt of 'y/n's my girlfriend' 🥺🥺

username3: throwback to y/n wearing her shirt and screaming in the WWC crowd! 😂

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y/n let out a sigh as she stared down the ramp, her lover was watching her with quiet breaths, barely feet apart as the rest of her friends and teammates quietened.

The stadium was silent for a moment, before y/n's hand's clapped, the audience copied and she did it again, and the stadium now boomed with rhythmic claps.

y/n's feet took off, her legs pounding against the track. She was 5ft 9, short for a long jumper, but she was quick, and light and as y/n's foot hit the board, she flung herself forward.

Her legs piked as she pushed her hips forward her body travelling as she was pushed down by gravity, landing on the sand below. She jolted as she landed but instantly stood up and rolled off.

She looked at the measurement, waiting for the green light of valid to appear, which it did. y/n shouted in happiness looking over to her coach who nodded as she moved over to wait for the measurement.

"7.17." The voice called.

y/n screamed in relief, hands flying to her head as she realises the record she had broken in her first jump, the British record. Her competitors all paled at the large first jump but patted her on the back none-the-less.

"Go on kid." The accent of Tara said as she patted the girl on the back and y/n grinned at her. "Got sick of coming second aye?" The American joked and y/n laughed.

y/n moved to the crowd, leaning into her lover who lent over the barrier and whispered words of calming encouragement in her ear as the rest queued up to jump.

Pats on y/n's back from Lauren, Georgia, Leah, and Keira echoed as she and Chloe pulled away. The blonde pressing a kiss to her lover's cheek.

"Jump harder." Lucy said as she and her close friend did their usual handshake.

"Always." y/n grinned as she went to take her seat and prepare for her second jump.

y/n's second jump was 7.15, her third, 7.16. None as good as her first and yet somehow, all still winning jumps. Tara and Ivana followed her into the top three, and at their last jump, the three were proud of what had been done.

SB and PB's had been set and Ivana was at 7.14 and massive jump for the young girl. y/n had to push, use up all she had. She started the clap once more.

She waited, then she threw her arms down, silence echoing the stadium as she then raced down the track, the sound of her foot hitting the board echoed and she leaped.

y/n hit the ground hard and rolled, her hips groaning as she covered herself in the sand, hoping praying as the green light lit up and she gingerly stumbled off the sand.

"7.30." The call ran out.

y/n's head snapped back, her body buckling as she tried to comprehend what had just happened. Screams echoed as Tara groaned aloud, knowing she nor Ivana were going to beat that.

Chloe screamed for her lover as y/n grinned at the crowd, shouting in what she knew was a sure victory. And after Tara had jumped and her gold was confirmed, y/n screamed once more.

The gold which had avoided her so long, which had always slipped from her grasp from a last ditch effort or harsh injury, finally she had it, she had the title which had evaded her. World Champion.

Chloe jumped the barrier, y/n grinning as she caught the blonde who wrapped her legs around her waist. y/n grinned up at her before the blonde lent down and pecked her lips.

"Proud of you." Chloe mumbled into her shoulder as y/n walked her back to the stands, her hands firmly on Chloe's thighs keeping the blonde wrapped in her.

"Couldn't have done it without you lovely." y/n promised her as she placed her back over the barrier. They pulled away and Chloe suddenly groaned.

"I'm covered in sand!" She protests and y/n chuckles as the blonde tries to shake it off, and shake it at a laughing Bunny who shrieks and scrambles away

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y/n: I'll throw you that far stfu 🙄

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username6: hahahahahahaha 😂

leahwilliamsonn: I don't get how your legs move like that tho 🧐🧐

y/n: fold like a deckchair - like you when you had that ninth drink at Maisy's! 😝

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I used to b cracking at Long Jump cannae lie

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Our Reflection.

Jey Uso x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18 +

Warning: Probably my dirtiest story yet. It’s just pure filth. Brace yourself.

“Being two beautiful people in a relationship causes us to look in the mirror quite often. So, why not take a chance and fuck in front of it.”

A/N: They need to stop targeting our Bloodline hero, Mr. Main Event Jey Uso. That’s my man and I got his back. Sorry… I’m in my feeling about NOC 😭. Had to write for my him, but I also got a Jimmy fic coming out soon, so stay tuned. Also, I didn’t forget about my Dean fic it’s still coming out as well.

GIF: @jeysuso

“You really think you could guess my Chipotle order?!”

My husband, Jey, smiled through FaceTime. “I feel the vibes right now, like that telepathic shit.”

I couldn’t even contain my laughter at his remark of us being telepathic. “So, what do I want then baby?!”

“Well, obviously you always want me that’s a given.” I rolled my eyes at slick comment and he cheesed real hard.

“Okay then with yo fine ass, what do I want?!”

“I thought I was handsome.” His hand over his heart as if he were hurt. “You’re actually an idiot.” Jey soon began sniffling like he was going to cry, eyes closed and all.

This boy really in the middle of Chipotle actin a fool.

“Okayyy… handsome.” He peeled one eye open and smirked at me lovingly. “What. Do. I. Want?!”

He opened his mouth, giving me a long and very dramatic pause just to say, “I can’t tell you that mama. But, I know you always get chips and guac, so that’s all you need to know.”

This boy better get my burrito.

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Roughly about two hours later, I began doing my makeup. My girls invited me out to a quick little lunch.

I’ve been waiting for Jey, but my chipotle STILL… had yet to arrive. I wasn’t gonna sit around and not get me something to eat. So, lunch with my girls it was.

Trin was on her way to pick me up, so I had some time to kill. The 28’ inch jet black silky buss down was laid, and the all black outfit was hugging my curves in all the right places. My top had a heart cutout right at my cleavage showcasing my ample breasts and my leggings were definitely holding my ass tight.

As I looked in the mirror, making sure everything was looking right before I continued my makeup. In the mirror I could see Mr. Main Event Jey Uso standing in the doorway admiring me.

Looking down at his reflection, I could see a Chipotle bag in his hand. But, when looking up I could see his bottom lip sheathed behind his teeth.

Turning back around to the mirror continuing my makeup, “Look who decided to show up.”

I could hear Jey’s heavy size 13 feet nearing me. Looking up from my eyeshadow palette, my husband’s big frame could surround my entire body. He stood behind me with his hat on backwards, gold link chain dancing on his neck, Niu Tat crop top, and black cotton Nike shorts.

“And where yo’ ass think you going looking this fine?!”

Jey pressed himself against my backside, and I could feel his heavy member stabbing me in the ass. The bag of food was placed on the counter and Jey’s hands were placed on the counter in front of me, practically trapping me between the both of them.

“I hope you got what I wanted sir.”

I continued doing my eyeshadow and Jey looked at me with utter confusion. He pushed my hair behind my ear and whispered, “You ain’t answer my question.” (Just imagining this is Jey’s voice 😩).

“And I don’t want to, your ass took forever with my food.”

Jey’s lips soon traveled down my neck, kissing, licking, and sucking at it passionately. I completely ignored his gestures, and he could tell his neck kisses weren’t working.

“I got you a burrito, I felt that telepathic shit.”

“That’s cute babe, but I got plans to go eat out anyways.” Turning around I swiped a little eyeshadow on his cheek. I giggle as his face remained stone cold.

“So… who you got these ‘plans’ with?!”

“Nunya.”

Jey’s face changed from a sly and hard stare, to a completely hard stare.

“So you’re telling me… you going out to eat, looking all good, smelling all good, just to make me upset cause I brought your Chipotle late?!”

I paused brush strokes and looked him in his eyes in the mirror. “I still would’ve went out with the girls, even if you brought the Chipotle earlier. So… I don’t know what you want me to tell you.”

“What I’m gonna tell you is what I’m gonna do to you.” Jey begins to sort of pace around me back and forth. He then walks back behind me and bent my back over the counter slowly.

“What are you doing boy?! I got a lunch to go to.”

My breasts were soon pressed against the counter, and Jey’s knees spread my legs apart. His grip on my back arrived to the back of my neck and my breathing became heavier.

He bent down to my level in front of the mirror, looking me in my eyes and said, “Imma eat this pussy real good, fuck you real hard, you finna eat this burrito, and then I’ll think about letting you go out,”

His commands made me very upset, but also really wet.

“I don’t know what the fuck you think you’re doing, but I gotta finish getting ready.” As I tried to get up from my bent position, I couldn’t. Jey’s strength totally overpowered mine and there was really no way I’d get up.

“Yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere.” I yelped as a smack was placed on my ass. A couple more smacks were laid upon my ass and tears began to well up in my eyes.

“Aww, you crying and I didn’t even fuck you yet. And to think yo’ ass was tryna run from this dick. Tsk tsk tsk.” I looked up at him with fury.

Jey’s hands went from the back of my neck to my clothed, pulsing mound. Massaging it ever so gracefully. Goosebumps arose from my arms and Jey chuckled, practically enjoying the reactions I was trying not to give him.

Jey shocked me by ripping my leggings straight down the middle, panties and all.

“JEY!! WHAT THE FUC-.” His large and bear like hands covered my mouth, nearly my entire face. “Shhhhh.” He placed a kiss on top of my head and his fingers traveled from my neck to my cunt.

Rubbing my slick juices all over the entirety of my pussy. “Unhh, oh my g-.” I moaned through his hand, but I soon stopped moaning as Jey paused his ministrations. Looking at him with pure anger, he took his wet fingers into his mouth and sucked on my juices.

“That shit tasty mama.” Even though, he was pissing me off, he was just so irresistible. “I’m about to go to town on that pussy.”

I watched as his head dipped down and he was at level with my pussy. I felt him spread my lips apart and his hot breath cascading it. His thick thumb traced my pussy lips gently and he pressed it against my clit.

“Gotta taste it before I fuck it huh?!” As I tried to get a word out, he dived right in. He spread his mouth over my center. My hand traveled behind and was placed on the back of his head while he went to work. He drooled all over this pretty little pussy, causing me to whimper and whine for him.

Jey slurped on me a little more before bringing his hand up to meet my ass with a stinging slap. I continued to breathe deeply as he was really eating it from the back.

He feasted wholeheartedly on me, not stopping. This pussy belonged to him all day, everyday, whenever he wanted it, and he damn sure was getting it now. My legs shook as I felt the pressure build up. “Unhhhh, I’m cumming Jey.”

“Cum for daddy mama.” His saliva drooled from my ass to my clit, making even more of a mess. Just absolutely tonguing me down to the max. I came all over his tongue and I shook with pleasure. But, I soon screamed as he didn’t stop.

The overstimulation was getting to me, and I knew I was going to burst. My ears to deaf the other sounds, the only thing I could hear was the gushy noises coming from his filthy mouth.

“Oh my god, I’M CUMMING AGAIN!!”

“Go on baby.” My pussy lips quivered as Jey continually made out with it sloppily. I reached my high and squirted all over Jey’s face.

I had an out of body experience as Jey rubbed me through out the rest of my orgasm. My ass gained a couple more abusive smacks and Jey’s shorts were dropping.

Lifting my head up and arching my back for me, Jey told me his exact plans. “I’m for real about to get balls deep in my shit, ya understand me?!” My eyes lowered and breath staggered as I tried my best to look at him in his eyes.

“Ya understand me princess?!”

Gulping, I accept his orders. “Yes daddy.”

“Don’t be running now.”

I couldn’t really make no promises of that, cause if he got to hitting that spot; which I knew he would, it would be a wrap.

His swollen mushroom tip glided against my cunt savagely, spreading my juices all over his tip. Jey soon pressed his tan brown dick in, gently massaging my walls instantly.

He smacked my ass once more. “That ass juicy just like that pussy.”

“Just fuck me boy.”

“Don’t mind if I do.”

He pushed my chest deeper into the counter, getting in a few solid strokes of that monster dick before gradually picking up speed. He starts stroking me so good, and the pleasure is near unbearable. “Okay baby, stop I’m cumming.”

“Already?! I barely started and I’m having fun.”

My little manicured hands were placed upon his rock hard abs trying to get him to stop. “I’m serious STOP!!” My pussy was getting obliterated and Jey had yet to stop. I began squirting all over his cock and my whole body began to convulse.

“Damn girl… I was about to get my leg up on the counter so I could really hit that shit.” My breath was sucked out of my lungs and my heart felt like it had just stopped. Jey held onto the sides of my stomach and waited for my breathing to calm down.

“You better be ready now, cause ain’t no stopping.”

He placed his length back into my cunt, stretching my walls to accommodate his meaty girth. My head was soon lifted and held in place as Jey fixed my vision to him and him only in the mirror.

“I know how much you like to look in the mirror, Imma really give you something to look at.”

Jey’s foot was placed on the counter right beside me and my head nearly fell, but he was quick to catch it. My toes curled and my brows furrowed. “Daddy, you’re so deep.”

“I know baby.”

He plunged into my cunt so devilishly, “It feels like you’re in my stomach.”

Jey plunged forward so his stomach was placed against my back. He cupped my cheeks, “I know, cause I am in your guts.”

His strokes just absolutely brutal, grabbing my hair, and smacking my ass digging off in my pussy. Balls sticking and slapping against my clit, providing an entire new sensation.

Pounding my g-spot like there was no tomorrow. Both of us moaning and watching one another reflections in the mirror. I watched Jey’s stomach tensed admiring my thickness spreading me all the way out, my cunt tightening as he slid in and out of me with ease.

“That pussy so wet baby, that shit talking to me huh?!”

“Yes daddy all for you.”

“I know that’s right.”

My body went limp and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. My knees threaten to give out, but Jey’s vice like grip on my hips lead me to continue to stand upright. “I’m cumming so hard daddy, you’re fucking the shit out of me.”

“Yeah, let the neighbors know my name mama. Scream for me.”

With a loud cry, I squirted all over his length, nearly pushing it out. Jey began to chuckle as he sped up his pace, clutching my ass cheeks for dear life. Moaning sweetly as he released heavy spurt after heavy spurt into the warmth of my sweet little pussy. Pulling out with one final smack to my ass, his cum dribbled out of my hole onto my clit.

Grabbing my cheeks harshly, he kissed me sloppily. Spit all over my lips and around my mouth. “I love you baby.”

“I love you too boy.”

As we looked into each others eyes, we could hear the loud banging of the front door.

“Y/N!! GET YO ASS DOWN HERE!! Are you coming or not?!”

“Tell Trin you already did.”

Rolling my eyes once more at my husband, but his big smile got me every time.

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THE END.

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I just have to say I'm absolutely loving your yandere Thragg & Nolan stuff! Keep it up & I hope you have a nice day!! ♡

Thank you! And, also, gonna be using this post to talk about more yandere Thragg stuff because I was refreshing my knowledge on the comics and my YTShorts feeds are now filled with Invincible lore recommendations and, jesus I forgot how fucking nasty this man is

first off I'm using this image to just help kind of visualize how much of a unit this man is. Like. He's probably something crazy like 6'6 at the very shortest, maybe like 6'8, 6'9. But. Um. He's scary. He's tough. Viltrumites get tougher the longer they're alive and he's, not THE oldest Viltrumite but, maybe he's in like the top 10? But I think there's only something like an odd, less than 50 number of pure blooded Viltrumites left anyways lmao

Which is then my transition to "dealing with yandad Thragg as his child could be an absolute nightmare especially if you don't have powers"

Dying on my hill of "even if you do have powers he's super fucking possessive over who you're choosing as a mate or even just dating" because there's layers of 1. He has his own massive ego and your actions reflect on him and anyone you bring into the family will benefit from his lineage and achievements and he's defensive about who reaps those bounties or may even be suspicious of political intentions 2. If he hypothetically does let you date he needs to pre approve them first and I'm sure you can imagine how that goes and 3. .... you're his widdle baby, can't you spend more time with dad :( shut up about finding love, why can't you crush skulls with him? "Child why can't we go slaughter alien civilizations together like we used to 😩"

The last paragraph made me think of "Thragg with a child Reader who's actually a really spunky tough kid and he like is so proud of you and you guys have like An Actually Good Relationship (for Thragg's capacity to love anyways) but as you get older you start having ideological differences and you want more freedom but he just wants you to be Daddys Favorite Little Killing Machine for the rest of your life". Like you're just giving Thragg the cold shoulder because he won't let you leave the planet without his personal escort anymore and meanwhile here's thragg hovering over you with his arms crossed, internally scowl-pouting as he remembers The Good Old Days when you were like 6 and ran up to him, "Dad, Dad, look!! this is a note from my teacher praising me for how well I beat up another student! She says I'm 'extremely proficient at bludgeoning'! Did I do a good job?" "You did an EXCELLENT job. It says here the boy needed medical attention." "Yeah, he had to be sent to the hospital! His legs were totally bent the wrong ways! He shouldnt have tried to steal my toy!" "Fine work; you should never allow anyone to take what is yours. We shall feast tonight in celebration." And he pet your hair and you flew up to his chest height to give him a crushing hug. And nowadays you're like. The Viltrumite equivalent of being in your early adult years and everything is extremely cold and impersonal and you call him nothing other than Grand Regent and he "maybe" just wants his eager confident prideful Affectionate child back because all he has now is. A child that hates him and will barely make eye contact with him and will never accept his praise or medals for your achievements.

Like imagine being a notoriously powerful Viltrumite and you're actually widely accepted but him being controlling of you throughout your childhood eventually gave you a complex. Thragg summons you to like praise you for like, subjugating a nearby galaxy, and asks what you would like for a reward, and you just coolly reply some shit like "There's nothing you could offer that I want, Grand Regent" like you hate him so much you don't even want gifts from this man

AND THE DELICIOUS DRAMA OF, imagine if he finds out that while you hate him and want nothing to do with him, maybe you've become extremely attached to Nolan or some other older father figure in his place

THE SHIT THAT GOES DOWN IF THRAGG EVER HEARS YOU CALL NOLAN OR ANYONE ELSE "DAD" like the cosmic level beef that goes on, the BLOODSHED. Jesus. Imagine being on Earth and you've got Dad Nolan or he's like declared himself your dad/mentor and he sees you bonding with another human male who's a father figure and you call that man dad, like. That man is going missing and Uncle Sam is erasing his existence from the records just, gone.

Side note actually, idea for something yandere viltrumites do with a viltrumite/hybrid reader: loving to bear hug you super hard? Like almost painfully but they won't break anything. Just. Imagine yandad Nolan or Thragg or Mark with like, a lil sibling/ child/ age regressed Reader or whatever and you're having like, hugging contests to see who can hug the hardest, and play wrestling shit idk. Imagine the infamously grumpy genocidal Thragg and then here's his like 4 year old wanting to play wrestle and trying to pin him and you're no match for him of course but like it's not, real, he's "gently" deflecting you or breaking your hold but still actually praising you in that, Thragg dad way, "your stance is too weak to take down an opponent of my size, but you're improving" " your siblings usually tire by now; you seem to have more endurance than most of my other children your age. Excellent" and then your little baby mouth gives him a kiss on the cheek and he has to go subjugate another planet to feel manly again.

I feel like yandad Thragg and Nolan are unironically those characters that are like, they could be in the middle of a war zone and they're easily winning and you go upstairs to see what they're thinking about, surely they're thinking about something serious, and it's just "I need to hurry this up and get back to my child" or "I wonder what my little warrior is doing right now" like straight up like the father from Father I Don't Want This Marriage

Yandere Thragg and Nolan are all "oh it's part of the Viltrum way to mate and procreate and boost our numbers" and Reader comes along "hey dad this is my new boyfriend--" and suddenly they turn into like, Christian fundamentalists. "Um actually that Viltrumite male is even older than I am 🤓 you are still so young and should be enjoying the fruits of your youth 🤓 you are too young to have children"

I feel like though like if you ever did manage to sneak off and get pregnant or get someone else pregnant that, specifically Nolan would adore his new grand baby and would do anything for this chubby cutie 🥺❤️ also imagine the horror if he's not even your blood dad, just obsessive self proclaimed stalker yandere shit, but you can't run away from him and he's finds you and your baby and instantly declares himself grandpa, like. Now you have to worry about protecting yourself and your baby from "PawPaw"

So like. Future spoilers I guess? Not super significant in my opinion, but, there's a period of time where there's like a truce of sorts between Earth and Viltrum, right, to keep it vague and less spoiler heavy. Imagine being like, Nolan's kid, or adopted kid, or like, neighbor who turned out to be a hybrid that he yoinked into his house or whatever, and like, after there's been some fighting, Thragg is impressed with your strength and potential and seems to be scouting you out a little. Now you've got TWO older Viltrumite males trying to father you, "my apologies Grand Regent but I was just about to take this one out to teach them how to fly better" "that is unnecessary; i shall be the one to tutor the youngling" meanwhile you're just like uhhhhh I'm not actually a big fan of how EITHER of you treat me-"

bruhhhh all hell breaks loose when you finally lose it and fly straight off the planet to try and start a new life elsewhere without them cuz then these two are TEAMING UP and they're feeding into each other, "I bet they were convinced to leave by that one male, the one who we had to warn before" "and that's why you're weak Nolan. I wanted to kill him but you didn't want to hurt the youth's feelings, and now what's happened? They're probably eloping as we speak" "no, I won't make the same mistake twice. He'll die a slow death"

You're on like some alien planet surrounded by like simple little ewoks or some shit who treat you like a water god because you dug a well for them or something and here comes Thragg and Nolan touchdown slamming onto the planet's surface and leaving craters behind, scaring the birds, the animals, your new little cute alien friends huddling behind you for protection, and you're getting SCOLDED SCOLDED. like one minute your new little like moogle friend is teaching you how to bake some kind of bread and the next minute, "AND JUST WHAT DO YOU THINK YOURE DOING HERE" and you're jumping to see two pissed pissed PISSED Viltrumites

"O-oh, uh, I thought I made it clear when I left--"

"The only thing that you've made clear is that you're too unpredictable and naive to be left alone"

"What were you THINKING?! You could've gotten lost, hurt, captured, or worse! And leaving Viltrum for, what?! Are these your pets? We can enslave a few and take them with us if you like em so much"

"If you EVER leave without my permission as Grand Regent again I'll reduce whatever backwater rock you stumble off to into nothing more than rubble floating through the stars, is that understood?"

"..."

"Answer him!"

'*sigh* yes, sirs"

"That's FATHER to you"

" - and Dad!"

#yandere invincible #yandere x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff #these two always at each othsrs throats and then one day you just catch them sitting down talking about you #bonding over their. uh. attachment and surveillance of you

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