#alex the farmhand x reader

[joshsbimbo]

Alex Sucks

pairing: high confidence!alex the farmhand x gn!pc

summary: pc getting sad that alex kicked them out of bed for not wanting to have sex :c

warnings: angst, mention of sex, bad writing i rushed this and i hate it so bad but idk how to fix it

a/n: i got really sad when he did it to me the first time like i had to stop playing

You awake to feel a hand groping at you, and a firm length pressed against your large bum. Another hand rests against your thigh.

"It's very forward of you," Alex says, his breath on your neck. "Sleeping in a boy’s bed."

(1) Push away | - Alex's Dominance

(2) Go along with it | Promiscuity 1 | + Alex's Dominance

You shuffle away from Alex. He grasps your waist with an arm, holding you in place, and pushes his body against yours. "Want me to be rougher?" he whispers. "I can do that." | + Stress | + Lust

(1) Struggle free | - Alex's Dominance

(2) Relent | Promiscuity 1 | + + Alex's Dominance

You whack Alex's hand, and struggle from the bed. "Suit yourself," he says. He rolls over.

Your heart drops as the farmer pushes you off the bed. You grip onto your teddy bear as you enter your bedroom. Not even the warmth and softness of your blanket can provide comfort as tears trickle down your cheeks and onto your pillow. Sniffling and soft sobs can be heard from your room, but Alex is already too far gone in slumber.

Alex wakes up at 5 AM sharp, as usual, and heads down the creaking stairs. As he turns on the oven, he notices that you haven't come down to give your usual kiss on the cheek or turn on the faucet to wash the vegetables. However, he doesn't bother to go upstairs and instead assumes that you decided to sleep in today. He isn't wrong, but he doesn't know the reason behind it.

It's 1 PM when you flutter your eyes open, and for a second, you forget how badly Alex had hurt your feelings the night before. Your bare feet are covered by your bunny slippers as you walk downstairs, flinching at every creak. The kitchen and living room are empty, so the coast is clear. You fix yourself some scrambled eggs and crispy bacon, but it isn't anywhere near as good as Alex's cooking.

As you finish up your breakfast and head to the couch to watch cartoons, you hear Alex coming back inside the cottage to manage the farm's finances. He glances at you and smiles, "Hey! I missed you this morning." He's completely oblivious.

You look up at him and laugh, "Oh really?" Your eyebrows furrow when he doesn't even try to apologize about kicking you out of bed just because you didn't want to have sex with him.

He cocks his head to the side in confusion, "Yeah! You're always helping me... I had to clean all the veggies myself!" He sighs dramatically before sitting next to you on the couch, trying to pull you close, but you glare at him. "What's wrong, lovebug?" His southern accent is thick as he calls you your favorite nickname.

"Last night is what's wrong!" You get up from the couch, staring down at him in annoyance. He slumps into the couch.

"What did I do?" His voice is stern, clearly annoyed that he was getting yelled at for something he "didn't do."

"You have no idea what you did? Seriously, Alex? I know you're childish, but I didn't expect this from you." You scoff and walk away from him, but he grabs your wrist.

"You're not walking away from me before you explain what I did to get you this fucking upset," Alex says sternly.

You glance at his grip on our wrist, locking eye contact with him. You look so cute when you're mad. He'll definitely bring this up after making up with you, but right now, he's pissed. "You're a whore. Every single night you want to fuck me, like I'm... I'm a piece of meat! The one night I pushed you off of me, you kicked me out of bed."

"That's what you're upset about?" His face softens as he giggles. (let's be fr he ain't taking this shiz seriously)

You gasp and snatch your wrist away, starting to walk back to your bedroom. "Fuck you, Alex!"

He follows behind you. "No, no... I'm sorry, sugar. I won't do it again." When you turn around, you can see that he's genuine.

You look him up and down, your facial expression softens, and you sigh. "You promise?"

"I promise, darling."

"You owe me. Go to town and order me a Deluxe Cream Bun. Now!" You cross your arms and look up at him, unable to hide your smile.

"Yes, ma'am!" he exclaims, putting on his straw hat before leaving the cottage. When he comes back, he gives you a foot massage as you watch TV, frosting around your lips.

And yes, he does try to put your foot on his crotch.

constructive criticism is SUPER welcome!! i’m not proud of this but i’m not sure how to fix it <3 thank u for reading

[digenerate-trash]

Outta town freaks just as promised!!! Yandare head cannons. (Blackwolf and great hawk be harder to write for because animals are weird and obsessive anyway)

amab. again. Easier to write for

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Eden:

Eden is definitely one of those mother fuckers whose whole thing is "If I can't have you no one can".

big possessive man with an insecurity complex the size of the moon

but since no one can get to you Eden feels pretty secure in you loving him back eventually

if you're sold to him by Bailey a couple weeks in eden tells Bailey you died. You couldn't handle the cold out in the woods.

if he captures you there's no need for him to lie to anyone. He keeps you trapped in the cabin till you love him back.

prefers to use leashes cages and locks to keep you in place. He's very realistic about you not wanting to be there at first but he thinks with training and a strict routine you'll just fall in line. No matter how defiant.

will absolutely Break your leg to keep you in the cabin.

is fine with blood. But doesn't want to cut off your leg or arms to keep you in place because he's not confident you'll stay alive. He's a butcher, not a surgeon.

really wants you to fall in line. He gets desperate the more defiant you stay as the weeks go on. Harsher punishments, more broken bones. Starvation. Anything to keep you down and weak.

if you give In to the hunter immediately he's suspicious but happy. He watches you carefully. Every movement you make is watched carefully. You can tell he's studying you.

once Eden is fully comfortable with you being in his home he really starts to get possessive. Spouses are supposed to stay home after all. Take care of things for him while he works out in the dangerous woods

you're not allowed past the clearing. Even washing clothes in the spring isn't supposed to be done when Eden isn't home.

absolutely no going to town. The town is dangerous and dirty and gross. Freaks live there. Freaks that could hurt his spouse and it's his job to keep you safe.

he brings you gifts from the woods. Sometimes they're things that remind him of you and sometimes it's barries or flowers. Something he thinks you'll like. He never offers an explanation he just thrusts it in your hands.

when wolves (or even people) get too close to the cabin it's shoot first for Eden. He'll drag the carcass on the porch if you're still defiant when this happens. He might even brag about how he's a perfect shot. So it's just best for everyone if you listen.

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Remy:

Remy honestly would rather not have feelings for you but now they can't stop it. You're their favorite little riding student after all.

Remy is pretty body-focused and that's mainly what he likes about you. He thinks your body is perfect.

very touchy, Feels you up as he rides with you on horseback. He digs his nails into your wrist when you tell him you have to leave.

he's enamored with you. The only problem is when you start to talk with Alex you get it in your head that he's the enemy.

he knows he could just convince you otherwise but it's much more fun to watch you fight with him. (He knows you're not serious you're just playing)

talking with Remy is like talking to a brick folksy wall. Witty banter. Coy remarks. He takes all your insults with a smug grin.

getting on his bad side is a hell of its own making though because no questions asked you're going to the underground farm.

You are separate from the other animals though. Too precious to Remy to be with the others. But he makes sure you understand what kind of person he can be when you refuse to behave.

you will absolutely never meet harper even if Remey has subjected you to living as livestock. Remy knows how much of a freak that dude is.

he still loves you and your body even though the changes it goes through. When you can't speak words anymore he sees it as a win. He doesn't need to have an intelligent partner. He just needs you to be here. Under his control. That way he can at least convince himself that you're happy here.

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Alex:

He is mostly just a big puppy. He wants you around always and will never take no for an answer.

the only dude who's more family-focused than Alex is probably Kylar.

determined to breed you. Dude will never quit. Wants a picture-perfect household and a barefoot spouse to boot

wants to lay in bed all day with you but since he's got work to do he's dragging you along with him.

will never leave your side. He's keeping you company always. Dude is clingy.

obsessed with making you. Bites hickies bruises. Whatever he can get away with. Even when you tell him it's too much hell always say next time he'll be more careful. But he isn't.

it only gets bad when you say you don't love him or that you can't be with him. sends him into hysterics.

he says it's fine. It's not. The first few days apart from you are fine. But eventually, he gets too worked up.

hell track you down. Whether you are in serious danger or just returned to town. He'll tell you all about how he misses you and he can't take it and how his heart breaks when you're not there.

guilt trip to the extreme until you come back home with him.

if that doesn't work hell just overpower you. Hell, justify it by telling himself it's just a temporary measure. That you really want a life with him but other people are holding you back. And once you are back at the farm Alex is happy to dote on you again. More than before. He is extra sweet as well. Your favorite meals are served up he lets you take breaks from farm work when you like. He carves you little trinkets and gifts. Anything to make you forget about a life outside of him.

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Blackwolf:

an actual dog. Separation anxiety to the max.

bites, marks, saliva, blood, piss, he marks you with everything he can. He needs you to smell like him so much that you two are inseparable

not gonna tolerate you leaving. Grabs you by the scruff and drags you back to the cave.

hunts with Blackwolf are the most annoying because he's too focused on you staying safe than hunting and the pack blames you for Meger return and distracting the best hunter. (Blackwolf prefers you stay back in the cave anyway. Safer there)

has killed other wolves for sniffing around you.

will absolutely start fights for no reason if you've been away or not giving him enough attention.

will always bring you the best parts of the carcass for you to gnaw on. (He doesn't know or care if it's bad for people)

constantly licking you everywhere he can spend hours doing it.

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Great hawk:

is so spouse-focused but doesn't know what it means in human terms.

birds get jealous and crazy so easily so probably that as well.

puffs up feathers and chest when he sees a "threat" could be anything from a small animal to an actual monster.

will bite. Doesn't mean to hurt you it's just to get your attention

wants to make you happy performs mating dances then gets frustrated when you don't seem to reciprocate.

takes his time grabbing shiny things that you'll like. Gets way more frustrated and bird-like when you refuse his gifts.

prefers to hunt at dusk and dawn so that the days are spent nesting and the nights are spent sleeping

all food he brings you is either shredded terribly or is coughed up for you.

he's a little gross but he's got the spirit.

trying to escape Great Hawk is..... difficult. You'll need some help

[propertyofkylar]

spending new years eve with the dol LIs

minus black wolf and great hawk because they are animals what is a year to them anyway

cw: none! gn LIs and gn pc. happy 2024 :)

robin: if you’re spending nye with robin, you’re probably snuggled up together in their bed, watching the time change on their video game console. the two of you are trying to keep quiet to not disturb the rest of the orphanage. when midnight hits, robin gives you a tender kiss and tells you they love you.

whitney: you’ve been dragged to the pub, which is packed with drunk people so whitney has you on their lap. the two of you are wasted as well. whitney keeps grinding against you, whispering into your ear that you’re gonna cum right when midnight strikes. midnight kiss turns into sloppy making out, which gets you kicked out of the pub. whitney fucks you in the alley.

sydney: pure sydney is at the temple that late, so you spend the evening praying together and exchanging a chaste kiss at midnight. corrupt sydney is still at the temple, but drags you off to the prayer room before midnight so you can ring in the new year alone with each other. start the new year with a sin <3

kylar: they’re just so happy to be with you tbh. kylar stays up later than this daily, so it’s nothing out of the ordinary for them. very very eager to kiss you at midnight and is over the moon when it escalates into fucking. they whisper to you that their resolution is to get you pregnant/get impregnated by you this year.

alex: it’s gonna be another year of hard work, but alex is happy to stay up late and ring in the new year with you. is even happier because it’s an excuse to drink more booze. earnestly shares their goals for the new year, then ends up fucking you right there on the couch.

avery: spending new years with avery means attending a swanky party where everyone is dressed to the nines and drinking fancy champagne and eating little appetizers that you’ve never heard of. the countdown is on a big tv and when it hits midnight you and avery share a kiss, much like the other party guests. they give you extra payment for the holiday after, but only after the two of you fuck in their car like normal.

eden: honestly doesn’t care, but will do something if you want. they’ll pull out a nice bottle of liquor they have hidden somewhere in the cabin and share it with you. you’ll share your goals for the new year. they turn on the radio and the two of you will be slow dancing when the clock strikes midnight, and eden will dip you and give you a sweet kiss.

[rzyraffek]

Yall im bored and i have dol brainrot. Here u go random mostly sfw headcanons. Most of them are just jokes btw don't take this seriously. Beware i am not dol master so If something is inaccurate pls dont crucify me. Request open btw

Includes: what kind of music they lisen, random stuff they do, ect.

I used they/them for both PC and love intrests so some of those sentences were a hell to write

Tw: me going crazy over Avery (i have issues, pls if what I wrote was weird, just close your eyes and idk explode irl idc)

Random DOL headcanons

Kylar

IM FUCKING CONVINCED that this owl plushy that they give to PC has a camera inside. Im not sure if thats mensioned in game AND I didnt see anyone talk about this. But this dude litteraly says "make sure to put it somewhere high so it can protect you/watch you over" (im not 100% sure what they said but it was along those lines)

Wants to have matching black nails with PC

If their heart wouldnt beat so fast everytime PC gets close to them, Kylar acually would OFTEN fall asleep on PC's lap or shoulder (especially in school)

If s/o is afab, Kylar is defnitly into period sex

Had a huge zombie phase and has whole plan (in details) about how and what to do in case of zombie apocalypse acually happening (and they would acually lighten up if PC mensions anything about zombies, Kylar will talk about them whole night!)

Average phonk listener

Sidney

Sometimes wakes up in middle of night after nighmares and wishes PC would be there

High purity sindey will nervously figet with cross-neckace everytime they have lewd thoughts about PC

Overthinker

Sometimes when they pray together he pretends to have eyes closed but they acually look at PC cuz omg love, you look stunning

Watched Barbie with PC (liked it very much)

Lisens to Mitski

Pure Sydney cried after lisening to cupcake songs

Great Hawk

Dude is a simp

Loves when PC has flowers in their hair, and please give them some too!

If PC praises hawk when they give PC expensive objects (jewellery, wallets, purses ect) this harpy guy/gal will call them "little crow"😭 cuz from Hawks perspective thats how it looked like- they find wife, wife sad, they give shiny, wife happy.

(Alr guys this one is a 50/50 cuz im not sure if harpys have hands? Or just wings?) He discovered hand holding and now he wants to hold PC hand all the time!! But his claws sharp so be careful

Likes when PC has colorful hair

Sounds of Forest and other birds (and bird-people) are only sounds he music he needs 🦅

Got scared bcs there was a rock/metal music concert in city and it was loud and he was very upset

Eden

Dude wants to have kids so bad😭😭

Very tall!

If Pc is tiny/short, this guy/gal will pick them up with one hand and just carry PC back to their home

PLEASE kiss their old scars, and complement them! Eden doesnt really like how they look (they are not insecure but they just dont find time to pamper themselfs and look all fancy)

Sometimes wakes up in middle of night with cold sweat and checks if PC is still there

Conteplated if plant people are eatable

Hates deep water

Will say "I dont lisen to music" and then gets judged by PC and me. ( he enjoys some romantic old songs, i guess he likes Micheal Jackson? Maybe the ink spots??Idk)

Avery

Dude just wants to have good reputation😭😭 and nice looking PC

Tbh I would enjoy Avery-dad-figure content😭 like PC just doing all this stuff just to be accepted by some guy that could be their dad😭 their are fatherless afterall😭. Like hear me out PC just craving platonic love from this dude while he just wants to smash😓 (tbh he is not always doing sexuall stuff, sometimes he just vibes)

Pls dude is like 40 wtf is he doing with his life

*in car* "I swear PC if you say anything more about kpop im leaving you in forest"

Lisens to chrismas music😭

Ivory

Dude ate a squirrel once

I wanna cuddle them

Pls they look wet and cold, give them a nice towel and later blanket

Definitely got scared by their own reflection in mirror once

Can talk to animals

Lisens to gothic music

Likes bugs (months, Beatles, bees)

Alex

Dude lisens to Pitbull while working at farm

Picks PC up and throws them on hay piles for fun

Alex and Remy should settle this beef for good, they both should do kahoot about farm animal knowlage and no more "no its my farm not yours!" Bullshit

Watches soap opera when bored

Wears cowboys hats

Ginger

Leninghton

Rizzing up people twice younger than him (hes like 40 or something)

Enjoys board games and omg he loves card games

Hes probably married tbh

Has reddit account😔

The photos he takes in classes? He sells them

He and Bailey should kiss in meat grinder for beating PC ass for no reason🤩😍

[dol-doll]

What kind of p0rn would the DOL M!LI's enjoy

+ Robin +

— Low Confidence!Robin watches pretty vanilla shit, probably watches a lot of amateur porn that has missionary, maybe pov blowjobs from time to time where he'd imagine you there instead, definitely ends up cumming in his pants and then feels kinda ashamed about the whole thing.

— High Confidence!Robin COERCIVE KIND, still pretty soft though, he'd just venture out to different positions, not much changes but he'd watch videos that are more about being in control, probably imagines himself in the position of power, I also think he'd like watching oral videos + probably comes up to you and asks if you can recreate certain vids he likes, lowkey blindfolding and very light bondage too.

+ Whitney +

— PET PLAY PET PLAY PET PLAY, humiliation, degradation, ORAL but the kind where one person's head is hanging off of the edge of the bed and the other person is fucking their face. Loves to watch things that are on the extreme side of the spectrum, very into CNC and kidnapping roleplay, public sex too, like the videos where someone's being walked naked on the leash at night or in the morning. Gets hard everytime he watches anything related to bdsm.

+ Sydney +

— Faithful!Sydney, doesn't watch it thinks it's a sin or that he's going to get punished, the shame of consuming that content would stop him from watching it.

— Fallen!Sydney, toys toys toys, overstimulation, and shibari, probably wax play, he's the kind to watch everything at least once just to try it out, big believer in Sydney being into sensory deprivation, also a lot of mutual masturbation videos or ones that involve instructions, telling the other person what to do and how to do it, he's big on degradation too he just doesn't show it, ALSO sacrilegious and corruption stuff, like someone being fucked in a nun costume or a pretty young thing seducing a priest.

+ Eden +

— He lives in the woods he's not watching any. But if he was going to it would be POVs of pleasuring others. He's probably into roleplay, teacher x student and ones where there's a lot of manhandling like a LOT of it, also quite a bit of anal, absolutely hates watching ones with toys, the complete opposite of Syd, would also watch a lot of impact play, secretly a huge sadist, want it to HURT.

+ Kylar +

— God I love him so much, Knife okay, blood play, EXTREME sadomasochism, MARKING AND BRANDING, like carving names into skin with knife, but also a lot of praise. Also firm believer that he watches a lot of Henta¡, especially milf ones, or ones where there's a harem of people using the MC's body for their own pleasure. Could also like henta¡ That has big boobs and people double the size of the protagonist because of how short/small he is.

+ Avery +

— Dilf Dilf Dilf, older man fucks young college girl vids, wants to see someone with pepper salt hair ploughing into someone young from the back as they writhe and cry in pleasure. Also a lot of first time stuff like someone's virginity being taken on camera. Also a big fan of DDLG vids they don't necessarily have to be sexual in nature but just the sound of a sweet little thing saying "Daddy" in their soft voice makes him strain against his slacks. Also also, dad's best friend/best friend's dad p0rn.

+ Alex +

— He gets shy while watching it and does it rarely because his imagination is usually enough for him but when he DOES, it probably involves watching ones that have shitty acting and involve an innocent customer at a farm being fucked by a cowboy maybe on a pile of hay- He's not thank kinky but would get curious and end up watching people streaming, while they're fucking themselves with dildos and using vibrators on themselves, thinks about going to town to buy one to either use on you or himself because it looks fun.

[flaneur001]

𝐿𝑒𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝑔𝒾𝒸

Hi there~

(Keep scrolling for the master list)

I'm Ashe, and this little blog here is like a window to my mind. I plan on filling this space with little tidbits and musings, some short stories, original poems, fanfics and several head canons.

"ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴛᴏʀ��; ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ꜱʏʟʟᴀʙʟᴇ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅʟʏ ɴᴀʀʀᴀᴛᴇꜱ ᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴɪᴏɴ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏᴡᴇʟꜱ ʙᴏᴡ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴏᴜɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ʙᴇɢɪɴɴɪɴɢꜱ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴏɴᴀɴᴛꜱ ꜱɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴀʟʟᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴇɴᴛ"

Like...the one above. Dramatic aren't I?

Anyways, you're welcome to submit writing requests ^^ (please keep it strictly sfw)

<𝓣𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼>

(updated on 1st April '24)

1) 𝑴𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒏 :

𝙍𝙚𝙣/𝙙𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙨-

[𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍]'𝚜 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 𝙼𝚒𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚕𝚎

𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝙼𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝙎𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣 𝘽𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙖 𝙁𝙞𝙘𝙨-

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗~

2) 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒏𝒔 :

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚡 𝙶𝙽 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎! 𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙶𝙽 𝙲𝚘𝚙! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

3) 𝑫𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒔 𝑶𝒇 𝑳𝒆𝒘𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔 :

𝙒𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙚𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮

𝚂𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

𝙅𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙖𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙩

𝙹𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚊𝚗 𝚇 𝙶𝙽 𝙿𝙲 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗

4) 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 :

𝟻 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞

5) 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑫𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 :

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗~

6) 𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑶𝑪 :

𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗~

7) 𝑺𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 :

𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗

8) 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔 :

𝙷𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜

𝚃𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏

𝙰𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚞

𝙰𝚞𝚝𝚞𝚖𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝙴𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕

𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚂𝚘𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎

𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛-𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍

𝚂𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚗

𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗

𝙰 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜

𝙻𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚢

If you came this far, thanks for stopping by. I hope you liked the stay, Until next time~

[odetoyourheart]

yandere!friend x reader

warning ଘ( ˃ ⤙ ˂)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟnot proofread, gn!reader x m!yandere, stalking, general dark content warning, noncon, somnophilia

rbs appreciated x

he's not stalking you. that's what he tells himself at least. there isn't anything wrong with just making sure that you're safe. that's what friends do! and he's your best friend! he's made sure of that. he's the shoulder to cry on, the person you call to ask him to stay over when you notice things being different around your apartment. missing clothes, your bedroom window unlocked. though he frowns inwardly when you express your fear. it's not wrong to take a dirty pair of your underwear out of your laundry basket. just think of it as a little bit of repayment for everything he's done for you! but he supposes that he should thank you for this, for finally letting him into your home. it's been annoying having to sneak around like this. hey, he's got an idea! why doesn't he stay for a while? sure, he could only stay for tonight but... do you really think that being here for one night would scare that creep off? how long is a while? ...well, you two can figure that out later.

but the longer he stays he just gets bolder, and grosser. of course he cooked dinner while you were gone. isn't he sweet? just let him take your plates when you're finished, preferably not noticing him licking your silverware while he's at the kitchen sink. but can you blame him? you've just made things so easy for him. so don't be surprised when he comes into your room at night while you sleep, creeping over your body as silently as he can. his hand shaking as he slides it onto your body, running over the curves of your hips. he slowly gets into bed with you, praying that you don't wake up from feeling the dip in the mattress. (or maybe you should. it could be more fun that way). just continue dreaming as he holds your warm body close to him. it's not long before he's no longer able to hold himself back, starting to grind himself into your backside. his hands gripping uncomfortably into your waist. he still doesn't stop when he hears your whimpers, quietly whispering his name. he just covers your mouth with his hand. "shh. just, hnn, don't worry. go back to sleep, ok?"

⤷ kaeya, draken (ken ryuguji), alex the farmhand, giorno giovanna, kuroo tetsurou, magni dezmond, gojo satoru, childe, matsukawa issei, joseph joestar, your fave

[lightsoutmotel]

OBEDIENCE LESSONS. — m!Remy x gender neutral cow!reader.

Description — You've pissed Remy off for far too long. Either you break or he'll break you into the stupid little cow you are himself.

Content Warnings — Noncon, pet play, reader has a cunt and can get impregnated, breeding/impregnation, impact play, breathplay, degradation

Whenever you spat and kicked and swore as you were being wrangled, Remy had to remind himself that having spirit was a good thing. It meant you were strong, on one hand. On the other, you were a pain in the fucking ass whenever you were conscious.

You were a stubborn, contrary shit and the number of farmhands willing to deal with you was dwindling. Handing out cash incentives to deal with one pissy cow wasn't good business, not with Alex threatening to break even soon.

The smart thing to do would be to cut his losses. But the sting of a split lip from your flailing didn't leave his head clear.

All it took was an instant, where Remy's shock made his long-simmering rage boil up, and one of those gloved hands shot out and slapped you smartly across the face. Then it was your turn to be shocked, reaching up to touch the warming skin, your own fury rekindled and so ready to give him hell only for him to shock you again.

He removed the heavy collar he had fixed to you and threw it aside with a clang. It was quickly replaced by his own hand, grasping tighter around your throat while your instincts had you clawing at his wrist trying to make him let go. All it did was earn you another slap.

"You stupid cow," Remy hissed out with venom. "I've given you every opportunity to be good, to get treats, to be taken care of..."

Fierce tears built in your eyes as he used his grip to shove you down to the floor, the impact almost making you dizzy with the head rush it gave you and how thin the air was getting in your lungs. It gave Remy an opportunity to grab your thigh and push one of your legs up to your chest and expose your defenseless cunt. He held fast to your thigh even as you struggled against him.

Then he spanked your pussy. It made you shout and jolt and so he did it again. And again. Over and over again, the sound of it sharp cracks in the otherwise quiet corner of the barn he had you in. Relentless and furious.

You were sniffling and panting as the abuse continued, and it only ended with one final, pointed slap before Remy's arm withdrew. Only for him to grab your jaw and squeeze until you opened your mouth, all to rub his gloved fingers over your tongue, practically fucking your mouth with them. They tasted of leather and you and your face flushed once you realized he was forcing you to lick up your own arousal.

"Do you act like a brat because you get off on the pain?" Remy asked, his voice thick with incredulity. "Do you just want to get hurt and owned?"

Another slap to your face to disorient you, then he was slotting himself between your legs and you had to bite back a moan when you felt the bulge of his erection shove up against your slick cunt.

"S-shut up, fuck you—"

"Oh, I'm about to, little cow, be patient."

That made your eyes go wide and you tried to wriggle away from him, getting into your usual routine of trying to kick him, but he pinned your hip down to the floor and messily ground the heel of his hand against your pussy. The sound it made was humiliating — you were so wet that it was loud enough to hear with him touching you so forcefully. You writhed and grit your teeth.

Then Remy shoved two fingers into you to test the readiness and give and your body seized up, your walls squeezed tight around the intrusion. You thought you heard him grunt in pleasure at feeling you from the inside but your train of thought was derailed once he started fingerfucking your drooling cunt.

You grabbed at his wrist again and your nails dug into the exposed skin but did little more to stop him — you felt like you were just trying to hold onto your sanity instead of fight him off as he coaxed up against your g-spot while he thumbed at your clit and forced you closer to orgasm.

"This is all you needed to be good for me. Slutty thing," he rumbled darkly.

Two fingers turned to three, turned to the sound of Remy's pants being fussed with and shoved down just far enough to let his cock spring out. He wasn't letting you cum and you felt like you were losing your mind being denied over and over again. It distracted you from your usual fight and it filled Remy with such sick satisfaction to finally see his troublemaker flat on their back taking it.

And you took it. Every single inch. With your legs over his shoulders folded in half, that thick cock stretching you out far more than his fingers prepared you for. Your mouth was wide open while your eyes were mostly closed, dazed, all attention drawn to the way he was splitting your pussy open in one slow, determined push to bottom out.

Finally, bare and balls deep in you, Remy gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned your arms down above your head then began fucking you into the floorboards. They creaked under the force of each thrust. You whined and moaned, nails digging into your own skin, your core hot and needy and your control gone.

Face to face with Remy, panting in each other's faces, until he brought your mouths together to fuck your mouth with his tongue too. You were too hazy to kiss him back but he didn't mind using your holes with little input from you.

He squeezed a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit and you could hardly stand it for a few moments before you arched up against him and came messily all over his still-thrusting cock. It exposed the vulnerable column of your neck and he was quick to dip in and suck and bite bruises into your skin as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"I own you," he growled out into the shell of your ear, "and you're never going to forget that. You're going to be a good little breeder cow from now on, you don't have a choice."

Breeder. Even in your fucked stupid state that word stood out and it rekindled a sense of fear that rose above the lust he forced upon you. You began to struggle. He pushed more of his weight down onto you to keep you pinned where you were, his body heavy and you lying helpless beneath him, the sound of your fucking loud and wet and lewd.

"No," you whimpered, "I-I don't want to be preg—"

"Cows don't speak," he snarled before he shoved his fingers into your mouth to shut you up.

Somehow, he found it in him to fuck you harder and rougher, hardly caring that you were orgasming again and again around him as he chased his own end and goal. Your eyes were rolled back as you practically ragdolled underneath him and took it.

It felt like he was deep enough to bruise your cervix. It felt like he could get you pregnant in one go. It felt so good you were in tears.

Your hole was raw and tender by the time he shoved himself as deep as he could inside of you, finally pulsing out his orgasm in thick spurts that you could feel with the way his cock twitched and throbbed. It flooded you until it spilled over, running down out of your hole and marking you even more as his property.

A few lazy rocks of his hips helped ensure everything settled right where he wanted it. He eased back to let his softening cock free only to quickly replace it with his fingers, fucking the cum that dripped out of you back inside your tender pussy, and making you cum again for good measure. To see that pathetic look you made when you came but also to ensure that his seed would take.

You both were sweaty, hair complete messes, by the time he knelt between your legs and let them down from his shoulders. Overwhelmed and, honestly, half-asleep from the exhaustion and countless orgasms, you did little except turn your head away in protest when he leaned down to kiss your forehead and scratch behind your ear. You blinked at him hazily, almost confused by the show of affection.

"Be a good cow and hold onto that for now. We'll take great care to make sure you're knocked up after I make my rounds."

[xx-harenchi]

brutal (chapter one: intuition)

I was told the Degrees of Lewdity fandom was biggest on Tumblr. I'm not good with Tumblr but figured I'd post my fic here for y'all at least?

Summary: Believing that your recent nightmares were a cause of homesickness, you go back to your small hometown to finish your last year of school — only to slowly start to realize that there is something much more sinister at play in your hometown. With the help of your new school friends, including a temple initiate, an over-stressed orphan, and a clingy loner, you begin to unravel the mystery that has your town in its dark clutches. Only... what if some things were just never meant to be uncovered?

Warnings: Female pronouns for reader, gore, mature content (I mean... obviously?????), possible ooc, Whitney being Whitney, Yandere themes

Love interests (as of now): Sydney, Kylar, Robin, and Alex — more may be added.

Blood.  There was blood everywhere.  It was dark, and you couldn't make out much, but the stench of iron was thick in the air, invading every sense and causing you to gag.

You had to get out of here.

Where was here?

You couldn't remember how you got here, or what had happened, but dread filled your entire being as you stumbled down the hallway.  Slowly, you came to remember and recognize the layout as the same one of your house.

"Mom?"  you called out, voice hoarse.  "Dad?"  No answer, just the stillness in the air.  "Whitney?!"  Even your brother, who should have yelled back at you to shut the hell up, didn't respond.  Faster, you stumbled down the hallway.  When you made it to the stairs, your socks slipped on the wooden stairs, and you slid down the rickety staircase — the resulting groan that fell from your lips was more a reaction rather than out of pain.  In fact, you hadn't felt anything, heart racing too fast to even consider pain an option.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

"Whit—!"

Scrambling to get up, you lurched towards the living room, only to freeze at the scene.  Bodies strewn across the room, two more than the three members of your small family.  It couldn't have been your house, you oddly noted; the layout was the same, but you never had any of this furniture in your home.  Your family was too broke for a leather corner couch as nice as that; maybe a neighbor's?

Why were you at a neighbor's house?

"Whitney!"

The familiar blond hair even in the dimness was something you'd always recognize.  Running to your brother that was sprawled on the ground face down, you turned him over only to gag at the sight, his neck torn out with what must've been some type of knife.  Falling on your butt, you scrambled backwards; your hands were wet, but something in your heart told you you didn't want to see what it was.

It's just water.  Somebody spilt water here.  That's all it is!

You were crying.  With the back of your hand, you furiously wiped your tears away, looking at the other bodies around you.  A silver glint on one of them caught your eye — you didn't recognize who it was, dark hair and an eerily pale face.  The silver glint was from the cross that hung off their neck loosely.

They were also....  You shook your head, not wanting to think of that four letter word.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and the tension that had been coiling inside you finally snapped — scared and out of your mind, you did the only thing you felt you could do in this situation.

Lashing out at the person behind you, you screamed.

And screamed.

And—

"[Y/n] — OW!  Wake up!"

Your eyes shot open as you thrashed about, stilling for a moment as your surroundings came into focus.  You were in bed in your dorm room; hovering above you and cradling her left cheek was your dormmate, Dylan.  The slight throb in your wrist told you that you may have accidentally nailed her.

Seeing that you were awake and done screaming, Dylan gave you an unsure look, stepping back from your bedside.  Slowly, you pushed yourself into a sitting position.  You were freezing, shaking — sometime during your nightmare, you must have kicked all of your blankets off the bed.

"Here."

A glass of ice water was suddenly thrust into your face, and you took it immediately, greedily gulping.  It was empty within seconds, a couple of droplets running down your chin.  Even the small refreshment had helped you feel a bit better.

". . . I'm sorry," you apologized hoarsely, awkwardly looking away from your dormmate for a moment.  She crossed the room back to her own bed to sit on it, rubbing her cheek gently as if to massage the pain away.  Yikes.

"It's...."  She trailed off, before sighing.  "Are you sure you're okay?  That's the third nightmare this week alone.  I'm...  Worried, is all."  Looking back at her, you could see she was aggressively avoiding eye contact, blue eyes trained on the window despite the blinds having been pulled down.

How did you respond?  You had never been one to be plagued by nightmares until a few weeks ago, when they had suddenly started attacking your nights.  Genuinely, there wasn't a night you didn't have a nightmare, but they usually weren't bad enough to cause night terrors like this.  Dylan was right that this was the third time you had woken her up screaming or freaking out this week, though.  The worst part was that there wasn't even a reason for this sudden change.  Not one that you could think, anyways.  Nothing drastic had happened in your life, unless somehow this was a stress response to getting ready to start your last year of sixth form.

Well, if you really wanted to look for a reason, the nightmares had started on your 18th birthday, as if to say, 'hey, congrats on becoming an official adult! get fucked!'.

Other than your birthday, though, nothing had changed.  Logically, you knew something had to have happened, even subconsciously, for your brain to torment you like this, but you couldn't come up with a single idea.

You were baffled about it as much as Dylan was.  And exhausted.

"I'm alright," you instead reassured your friend, getting up to rinse the glass out in the kitchenette sink.  "I'll be...  Fine."

She clearly didn't believe you, but knew that talking to you about this would be like talking to a brick wall.  You wouldn't cave under her incessant questioning, and she herself had been woken from sleep.  Unconvinced and clearly unhappy about the recent bout of sleepless nights, Dylan turned off her bedside light and pulled the covers over her, making a deliberate show of turning her back to you.  If it weren't for the situation, you would have scoffed at the passive-aggressiveness, but it was warranted.  You couldn't blame her.

. . . I should try and get some actual sleep myself.

Turning the rest of the lights back off, you forced yourself back into bed.  Your heart was racing too fast for sleep to come fast, though, mind too muddled with fear and confusion to relax.  Instead, your thoughts turned inward to reflect on your most recent nightmare to try and dissect it.

It was always different.  Well, not quite.  Every nightmare showed your family and/or hometown in some varying degree of distress, although you had never seen your twin or parents like...  That.  This wasn't the first time that you had seen bodies of people you didn't know, either, but they seemed to stay the same in your dreams.

You once read that when you dreamt about a stranger, that means you had passed them by at some point in your life.  Maybe that was it?  If that were the case, you'd definitely recognize them if you ever passed them by again; your nightmares made sure of that.

. . .

You rolled over to face the wall your bed was against, sighing deeply.  You hadn't been home in so long...  Was it possible you were just homesick?  Your parents came to visit you in London occasionally, but your twin brother, Whitney, hadn't visited you once since you left a few years ago for better schooling.

Not that you and Whitney had ever been particularly close, but still...

Forcing your eyes shut, you tried to think of happy thoughts, memories of your childhood and the excitement of what would be your last year of (required) education.  Trepidation or not, you were exhausted, mentally and physically.  Desperately did you need a good night's rest.

Thankfully, you were able to fall asleep quickly, no more pondering on your nightmares.  Even more grateful, this time, you had a dreamless sleep.

"So you're leaving?  Really?"

It wasn't until the afternoon the following day that Dylan had finally bothered to speak to you, both annoyed yet concerned as you packed what little you had of your belongings into your suitcase.

"Yeah," was your listless response, not quite paying attention to her as you folded a cardigan.  "I can't quite explain it...  But I think something's wrong back home," you tacked on after a moment of silence.

Dylan snorted.  "You lived out in the boonies, right?  There's probably a lot wrong with your hometown."

Despite the rude words, you weren't at all offended.  She was right.  It was one of the biggest reasons why you had left your hometown in the first place; there had always been something quite unsettling about the town you grew up in, something that always felt sinister lurking in the shadows.  The way the adults would accost the teens and the police would turn a blind eye.  The way the temple seemed to punish their members and initiates, or the way teens from the orphanage inevitably went missing after turning 18, not a trace to be seen.  You had been eager to leave your hometown for the very reason that it was just a wrong place, and had been so close to escaping it for good, but...

It haunted you, in the back of your mind.  Your parents could fend for themselves, but you had left your brother there.  That, paired with the disturbing nightmares, gnawed away at your heart.

When you didn't respond to Dylan's jab, she sighed, sitting next to your suitcase on your bed.  "Look...  I'm sorry.  I know I've been kinda aggro with you lately.  It's probably the lack of sleep.  But please," she grabbed your hands to stop you from packing for a moment, attempting to grab your whole attention.  "Please please please, think this through.  Can't you wait one more year until your done with school?  You don't want to do upper sixth there, do you?"

"Did you know I have a twin?"

Dylan blinked, withdrawing her hands.  She hadn't known — nobody had.  You didn't talk about Whitney.

"I do," you continued on, putting a shirt into your suitcase as well.  "We aren't on the best of terms...  But almost every nightmare I have includes him getting hurt in someway."  Or hurting others.  You didn't say that part out loud.  "He never answers my texts or calls, so I'm just..."

Dylan sighed and got back up from her place on your bed.  ". . .  I'm sorry.  I never knew."  It wasn't her fault, you were the one who never told her, but you stayed silent.  "Can you promise to keep in touch?"

"Yes," you promised her with a small smile.  "Just don't sneak your phone into classes."

"Like I'm that dumb," she retorted immediately, seeming calmer.  "When are you leaving?"

"The train leaves tomorrow morning, so I guess then."  It was abrupt, terribly so, and the look on Dylan's face told you that that was exactly what she was thinking about.  She didn't complain, though, or try to convince you otherwise.  Instead, she gave you a brief hug.

"I'll go with you to the station tomorrow, then.  I just hope my next dormmate can hold a candle to you, if I'm roomed with a total loser..."  She trailed off, mumbling to herself as she went to grab a book and start reading on her bed, not wanting to bother you anymore.  You two had had your fair share of fights and arguments, but she was the one that had been by your side throughout your last two years of secondary school and your first year of sixth form.

You were really going to miss her.

Blinking back the tears that threatened to pop up, you focused back on the task at hand, not wanting to risk leaving anything behind.  After all, who knew when you'd be back here, if at all?  Chances were, you'd finish your last year of schooling in your hometown.

You just hoped — desperately so — that everything back home was alright.  Because if your nightmares were any sort of omen that was alluding on what would come next...

You were going to be in deep trouble.

[thecleverdame]

This Is Not A Fairy Tale - Six

Alpha!Prince!Sam x Omega!Reader

Story Masterlist

Summary: You’re a suppressed Omega who is forced into servitude after the death of your father. Your stepmother Naomi is a heartless woman who forces you to do the cooking and cleaning, while she tries to marry off her own two daughters, Alex and Claire. But your life takes a wonderful and dangerous turn when you meet the charming Prince Sam who also happens to be an Alpha.

Warnings: ABO smut, abuse, death of parents, magic

Beta:  ilikaicalie  

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Naomi does her best to put you back together before the Duke comes to claim his newest prize. You’re limp as a washrag while one of the servants bathes and dresses you. The dress Naomi picked, one of Claire’s out of fashion hand me downs, laces painfully tight. The corset digging into the open wounds Naomi’s lashes left across nearly all of your backside.

Your hair is combed and cheeks painted with blush to make you appear less like living death. You want to think of Sam, to let your mind wander to your few precious moments together, but instead you push him away. There’s no point in torturing yourself and now is not the time to get lost in a dream world. You need to try and think. This is your last chance.

The Duke himself is an imposing man. Tall with broad shoulders and a square jaw. He’s near twice your age and undeniably an Alpha. He stands next to his coach, both thumbs tucked into his belt, watching as Naomi and Claire drag you from the house.

“Walk,” Naomi hisses, forcing a tight smile in his direction.

“I’m trying.” You are, but your body is no longer responding to your brain. Starvation and abuse have built on each other and now you truly are a shell of a person.

“What’s wrong with her?” He looks at you with a skeptical eye.

“She needed a bit of discipline.” Naomi waves her hand dismissively, thrusting you forward. “Give her a couple of days and she’ll perk back up.”

You can’t imagine perking up ever again. Your heart has broken along with your body and you long for your Alpha with every fiber of your being.

He clasps your jaw with a firm grip, lifting your head to inspect your face, tilting it from one side to the other.

“She is beautiful,” he laments, grunting in satisfaction. “It’s a shame she’s already claimed.”

“Yes, it is. But she’ll come around, won’t you?” Naomi pats your back and it takes everything within you not to scream out loud.

“Come along girls.” Naomi, reaches out, pulling both her daughters to her side. “Say goodbye to Y/N.”

“Goodbye,” Alex sings, sickly sweet.

“Happy travels.” Claire can’t fake politeness, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Let’s go?” The Duke takes you by the arm, lifting you up into the coach.

-

The carriage rattles along over roots and dirt, each bump is agony. You sit across from this imposing man who’s eyeing you with nauseating interest. His bejeweled fingers strum over his knee as he ponders out loud.

He was quiet for nearly an hour, but he’s more comfortable with the idea of you now. He’s most likely never seen an Omega in person before.

“A stable boy?” He shakes his head, leaning forward. “You should have more self-respect than to open your legs for a farmhand.”

“I didn’t,” you whisper, looking out the small window.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snips. “I expect you to be honest with me or there will be immediate and unpleasant consequences.”

“What my step-mother told you is the lie.” You want to explain, if he only knew the truth maybe he would let you go.

“Hush now,” he barks and you flinch. “I won’t hear any of your wild tales.”

“Please,” you cry in desperation. It’s futile to beg for freedom, no man in his right mind would let you go.

“Why don’t you try to control your outbursts. If you do as you’re told this entire transition will be much easier for you.”

-

Time passes and you travel on, eventually slowing to a complete stop. There are voices from outside, many voices and horses hooves in the mud.

The Duke hits the ceiling of the carriage and shouts out. “What is the delay?”

“One moment, sir!” the driver calls back. When he returns he opens the small window, popping his head inside.

“The royal guard is searching for stolen property,” he explains.

“Did you tell them who I am?”

“I did, sir. But they haven’t waved us on and there are several carriages in front of us. They’re sending someone to clear you first. It should only be a moment.”

“Unbelievable,” the duke sighs, resting back in his seat. “What do you suppose was stolen that it requires all this fanfare? What a story that must be.”

You. It has to be you. Before Sam’s claim you would have doubted anyone would put up such a fuss, but now you’re coming to understand just what a commodity you are. Not to mention you’re mated. If Sam is feeling even a fraction of the longing you are, he’s sure to do everything he can to find you.

After several minutes there’s a tentative knock at the door and your heart speeds up. Is this it? Will someone rescue you?

The duke leans forward, cracking open the door. His huge body eclipses almost the entire door frame, blocking anyone from getting a clear view of the inside, including you.

“I’m so sorry sir,” a young voice addresses him. You can see through the crack near the hinges that he’s nothing more than a footsoldier and he can’t be a day over eighteen. “We’ve been ordered to search every carriage-”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have time for this.” The duke spits back. “I’m sure this doesn’t apply to those of noble birth. I can assure you, there’s nothing of value here. So let us be on our way”

Your heart sinks into your stomach awaiting the answer. Look inside!

The young soldier clears his throat and pauses and then nods. “Of course, sir. Sorry to have delayed you. I wish you a safe journey.”

And with that, the door closes and your world shrinks down to this horrible moment.

They didn’t search the carriage. Your only hope has passed and the carriage begins to roll forward.

Your breath speeds up as the coach maneuvers itself out of line to bypass the other waiting travelers. Tears prick your eyes and panic builds, a terrified frenzy. This can’t be it.

Then you hear a familiar voice somewhere far away. A man calling out.

Sam.

You’d know it was him from a mile away. It’s impossible to make out what he’s saying but he’s barking orders in the distance.

This is your last chance. That you know for certain. Once the Duke takes you outside the kingdom you’ll never see your prince again. It’s now or never. The Duke is distracted, leaning out the window to try and determine why you’re not moving faster.

Gathering every last ounce of energy you can muster, you lunge for the door, popping it open and scrambling out of the coach before he can stop you. You fall to the ground, landing in the mud, but manage to get back up as the Duke catches your arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hollers as you try to twist away. You stomp on his foot as hard as you can and his grip loosens enough that you wrench free and run down the line of a dozen carriages.

“Help me!” you scream. Heads begin to peek out, drivers turning to watch you run by.

“Get back here!” The Duke is hot on your heels as you tumble through the muck.

“Sam!” You scream at the top of your lungs. It’s all there is left to do. You know you can’t make it much farther and you need someone to take notice. Anyone.

Just as the Duke grabs you by the back of the neck two knights appear on foot, standing beside each other.

“What’s happening here then?” one asks.

“She’s out of control!” The Duke shakes you violently, as you look up at the men, wide-eyed, pleading.

“Tell the prince I’m here!”

Both knights look at your neck, easily spotting the fresh claim. They don’t know much about who they’re looking for, other than it’s an Omega with just such a mark.

“You must stay here, sir.” One of them stays with you while the other runs off to find a superior.

“What is the meaning of this?” The Duke sputters, looking at you with disdain. “The girl is my property. I have every right to take her and go.”

“I’m sorry, but you are going to have to wait.”

“Let me go!” You’re nonsensical, fighting against him to get away.

“Stop making such a spectacle of yourself!” The Duke commands, reaching over and slapping you with an open hand in the stomach. If you weren’t in such rough shape the blow would not have such an effect, but instead, you curl over as if he’s punched you with all his brute strength.

“Let her go!” Sam’s voice booms above you.

You look up to find your prince on horseback, flanked by his father, brother, and a dozen soldiers.

“Sam,” you smile as the Duke release you.

You take two steps towards him and collapse unconscious into the mud.

-

“Help me!”

Sam hears it the second you call out and he’s not the only one. Dean and their father perk up beside him, all three men listening for more.

“Sam!”

“It’s her,” Sam looks at his father in disbelief. You’re closer, voice crystal clear. A large part of him had resigned to the idea of never seeing you again.

He trots around the line of carriages to the sight of you, wild and filthy, struggling against a man comparable only to himself in size. An Alpha.  He’s not sure if he wants to run to you or gut this unknown man.

“Let her go!” Sam shouts, pointing at the nobleman who’s got you by the nape of the neck.  

Your head whips up, a delirious smile overtaking your face before you stumble forward. It’s as your eyes roll back into your skull that you fall forward, crumpling onto the ground.

“Y/N!” Sam dismounts in the blink of an eye, running to you as fast as he can. The sight of you up close is worse than he realized. Your back is soaked in blood, enough that it’s completely soaked through the dress. Sam looks up at the Alpha who’s backing away in horror. “What have you done to her?”

“I did nothing!” The Duke implores, stunned as the prince kneels down and turns you over into his lap.

“Take him!” Dean instructs and soldiers immediately pull the Duke away amid ardent protest.

-

When you awake, you’re naked and belly down on a bed as someone pokes the lacerations on your back. Shaking away sleep you try to roll over only to have several pairs of hands hold you down. The first thought is that the Duke has managed to take you home, you’re to be a prisoner for the rest of your life.

“What are you doing?” You panic, thrashing against strange hands. “Who are you?”

“It’s alright.” Sam is suddenly in front of you, kneeling on the ground as he reaches out to take your hands into his. The instant his fingers curl around yours you know this is real. He’s here and you’re safe.

“Where am I?” There’s a searing pain across your shoulder blades as you jerk only to be held in place. “Who’s touching me? What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry m’lady.” A soft voice comes from above. “We’re trying to be as gentle as possible.”

“They have to clean your wounds,” Sam explains, looking at you with a sad little smile. His eyes are wet, not exactly crying but hovering somewhere on the edge.

“It hurts.” You cry, burying your face in the bedding and squeezing his hands as hard as you can. “I’m so tired of all of this, of all the pain. I just want to rest.”

“You will.” Sam presses a kiss to the top of your head, rubbing your scalp gently.

“You won’t leave me will you?” you ask.

“No, I’ll always be close.” He promises. He lies his head on the bed to you can look at each other as the women above you work. And when the time comes for them to stitch up the deepest of the wounds, you slip back into the dark with Sam right there beside you.

--

When you wake up the second time you’re still on your belly, in a soft bed and alone in an enormous, ornate room with vaulted ceilings and chandeliers hanging from the rafters. There’s no one about, not a nurse, not a maid and definitely not your Alpha. You search for his scent on the pillow but there’s nothing but soap.

There’s a gentle knock on the door and Queen Mary slips inside, closing the door carefully behind her.

“I know you should probably rest but I couldn’t help but come and check on you.” Mary walks closer, slow and measured as if approaching a wounded animal.

You try to sit up, but rolling over is an insurmountable task. “I’m sorry, I cannot offer a proper greeting.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. We’re all just so grateful you’re safe. I’m not sure my son would have survived losing you.”

“I would have died without him as well,” you confess The queen gingerly takes a seat on the edge of your bed. “Where is he?”

“He’ll be here soon.” Her smile is soft, a hand softly brushing hair back from your face. “I can’t pretend to understand the bond between you two. The connection between Alpha and Omega is a gift that most of us will never experience.”

“My whole life I thought of what I was as a curse and then I met Sam...I could not put this feeling into words if I needed to.”

She grins again, her eyes shifting to the side as she loses herself in thought.

“As soon as you’re in good enough health we’ll have a wedding ceremony. Nothing but a small affair. There is no hurry, you need time to heal, but it’s also important that we show the Kingdom this was not a whim. Sam has committed himself to you and that claim needs to be accompanied by marriage vows.”

Is this how she imagined her son getting married? To a woman no one knows from Adam. A peasant, a broken servant girl.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as a tear rolls down the bridge of your nose.

“You must be disappointed,” you shrug.

“In what way?”

“I am no one. A country girl who popped up out of nowhere and stole your son away.”

Mary sighs, sitting back and folding her hands in her lap.

“My oldest son, Dean, is an Alpha as well. Did you know that?”

“I have heard it before.”

“John and I hoped for years to find Dean an Omega. We searched and searched but there are so few of your kind left in the world. I wouldn’t expect you to know, but as an unmated Alpha gets older his ruts become worse and worse. Painful and violent. Given enough time they die an early death. Dean didn’t want to wait any longer and he’d met someone he cared for. He married for love. His wife, Lisa, is a beautiful woman whom my husband and I love very much. But she is a beta and a beta can never truly satisfy an Alpha. So when Dean’s rut comes he’s still in pain. He’s never satisfied, never feels the completion and companionship he’s looking for. Being mated means his ruts will not take his life, it doesn’t mean it’s easy. He will always suffer.” She stops to look at you, patting the back of your hand with a finger. “But my sweet Sam will be fulfilled. His pain will be cured and he will get to be a whole person. You, my dear, are nothing short of a miracle.”

You can scarcely remember a time when someone expressed gratitude for you. The thought seems foreign and you have no idea what to say in return.  

“Thank you.” There, that’s better than no response at all. “We can marry sooner. I’m sure I could stand up on my own and I’ve gotten rather good at covering up my discomfort.”

“Don’t concern yourself with that. You need time to heal and only Sam can help with that. I’ve been assured that time with your mate will heal your wounds. You focus on finding your strength and bonding with my son. You both need it after what you’ve been through.”

After Mary leaves, you lie there imagining all the ways your life is about to change. It’s impossible to know what the future holds but you’re about to find out.

[digenerate-trash]

PC creating a shared custody agreement for their multiple partners. Kylar gets Sunday. Eden gets Monday. Sydney gets Tuesday. Whitney gets Wednesday. Alex gets Thursday. Robin gets Friday. Black Wolf and Great Hawk alternate having Saturday. And the last night of the month is for Ivory Wraith. This is what happens when you won’t negotiate polyamory.

okay, so I made some adjustments because traveling around would be hell. and I'm assuming you still want to attend school, stay with LI on weekends, and avoid Bailey. this is the best I could figure it out with keeping your schedule relatively clean. ivory wraith would obviously just take up the whole night of the full moon so that's their whole bag. I think the hardest part of the schedule would be keeping it. 5 out of 7 of these freaks are open to kidnapping you

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