#oc: ｢dove」

[charlikesalmon]

sunny disposition

[bunnysnared]

fuck it, mods asleep. post the forbidden ocship. the ghostdoves ♥

[fromdove]

congratfuckinglations to whoever had a chance to bounce on it

[bunnis-monsters]

The harpy farm is pretty hectic, but at least your schedule is neat and organized.

Today you are tasked with visiting the Cherry acres where the type 1 harpies live.

The type 1 harpies are the most human like, having bird feet and wings as their only inhuman features. They are rather affectionate and playful, always wanting you to stay there forever.

Currently, there are only four harpies that reside in the Cherry acres.

The first is Robin, a cheerful red headed harpy that runs to greet you, nearly tripping over his own talons.

“(Name), you’re finally here!”

His arms pull you into a hug, and his wings wrap around your body as he chirps happily. “You’ll be here all day, right?”

You nod, rubbing your cheek against his in an affectionate gesture. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll be in this section all day. Where are the others?”

He huffed, his wings fluttering a bit. “They’re busy sunbathing, just stay here w-“

“Hey, stop hogging (Name)!”

Finn, a green finch harpy stepped forward, scratching the ground angrily with his talons. “Jay and Dove are sunbathing, but I knew something was off when you wanted to stay here this morning even though you always steal the warmest rocks!”

The little Robin harpy puffed up his chest, his wings fluffing out in annoyance. “Can you blame me? You guys always get all of (Name)’s attention!”

You rubbed your temple, stepping between the two before a fight could start. “Come on, there’s no need to get all fussy. Take me to the others, today’s preening day.”

The two immediately stopped, perking up at your words as their wings fluttered with excitement. “Preening day?

You nodded, holding up the bag of various supplies to clean their feathers and talons. “Mhm, now let’s get going. I’m sure you two don’t want to wait.”

They led you out towards the lake where the other two were warming their feathers in the sun.

Dove was a beautiful dove harpy, with delicate wings and long white hair. He smiled when he noticed you, calling out. “(Name), it’s nice to see you. Jay just too a dip in the lake.”

He came over, reaching out a talon to hold onto your leg. “You’re still so warm and soft, little mate.”

Dove squeezed the soft flesh of your calf lightly before pulling his leg back. “Those are the preening supplies, which means today is going to be a good one, hmm?”

You brushed the dirt from his talon off of your calf, then crouched down to get a good loom at everyone’s feet. No one seemed to be injured, but your little daredevil wasn’t there quite yet.

“(Name)!”

Jay, a Blue Jay harpy swam towards the rocks, using his talon to grip onto the textured surface and clime up. With one look, you could see his talons were all scraped up and torn again.

“Jay, sit down and I’ll tend to you first.”

The rest groaned, surrounding you as they complained. “You always preen him first!”

“Jay, you get hurt on purpose, don’t you!?”

You laughed, taking out the first aid kit. “You think Jay can think that far ahead?”

Your words seemed to settle them down, and it took Jay a moment to register them. “H-Hey, don’t be mean, I just like to have fun!”

“Yeah, and you’ve hit your head so many times that even (Name) isn’t sure what to do with you anymore.”

Jay puffed out his cheeks, being pouty as you cleaned and bandaged his talons before filing his nails into a point. “That’s not true, Robin. Don’t be so negative, Jay is a free spirit.”

The Blue Jay harpy perked up at that, fluffing out his wings as he gave the others a cocky smirk. “See? I’m a free spirit.”

Dove sat down, rubbing and nuzzling against you as you began preening Jay’s feathers. “How are the others doing? I heard the newest harpy in the Peach acres is still rejecting you.”

You paused, your hand settling onto Jay’s wing. “Yes, his name is Raven. He isn’t like any of you, he’s a rescue.”

Finn clawed at the dirt, searching for worms. “A rescue? What happened to him?”

You continued your work, Jay whining slightly and leaning into your touch as his hand moved down his bare body and to his hardening cock.

It was normal for harpies to tend to their sexual needs in public, so none of you were surprised. “As you know, harpies like you are descended from wild birds. Humans are only permitted to buy and own domestic harpies, like parakeets and pigeons, for example.”

You moved Jay’s hand away, taking over jerking Jim off as he cooed and buried his face into your neck. The others gathered around, a bit jealous of all of the attention he was getting.

“In his case, his owner was neglectful and ended up killed by Raven. The owner didn’t truly know how dangerous wild harpies are.”

Dove pulled to closer, opening your thighs a bit so his cock could settle between them. “Ah, I guess that makes sense… h-hey, I wanna play with (Name) too!”

Robin whined and scurried over, abandoning the fishing pole he had been using. Unfortunately, you had no more hands to jerk him off with, your free one was preoccupied with Finn’s cock, so you opened your mouth and took his tip between your lips.

Between bobs of your head, you’d pull away momentarily to speak again. “You’ll be getting a new member soon as well, boys. I hope you’ll be nice.”

Dove chirped as he began to preen you back, nuzzling against your pulse point. “We’ll try, but it’s already hard enough sharing your time among the four of us when you’re here…”

You squinted, eyebrows furrowing when Robin held your head in place and fucked your throat, cumming down it while letting out a little cry.

After swallowing and wiping your mouth, you scolded the younger harpy. “Robin, I told you to be gentle. You’ve lost your mouth privileges.”

He whined and lowered himself to the ground, burying his face into your belly as he tried to appeal to your more motherly side. “(Name), it’s hard, I can’t help it… you just feel so good…”

His wings fluttered and rubbed against you, and you patted his head when he hid his face in your breast if it were his mother’s plumage. “Hey, I don’t fall for the baby bird act. You’re a fully fledged harpy, keep that up and I won’t play with you anymore.”

Robin sulked, his wings covering his body as you preened everyone. He was the youngest of the group, so you tried your best to be gentle with him, but he was also cocky due to his youth.

If you didn’t train him now, he’d end up being a cruel and dominant male that didn’t care about others feelings.

After everyone was preened and taken care of, you spent the rest of the day keeping them company, and eventually Robin cheered up enough to cuddle with you while you read them stories.

As you stored your boots and changed out of your uniform shorts and shirt, you glanced down at the schedule.

Tomorrow you’d be visiting the Peach acres… and you weren’t looking forward to meeting with Raven again.

The scar on your upper thigh came from that harpy, after all.

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[whimsyvixen]

Ask me what type of romantic dreams I have at night.

The man in my dreams:

(He wasn't happy I escaped from my gilded cage)

[be-xkyy]

Ok I can't stop thinking about a farmer x a city girl.

Tw: Yandere,smut, forced breeding, noncon.

Masterlist

She who is a city girl who studies in a good university, has a nice car, a nice house and a bright future.

She who goes to the countryside every year because her grandfather lives there and she takes advantage of her vacations to go see her favorite grandfather.

She who during one of those visits and when she is on the porch meets the sexy farmer who helps her grandfather with what he needs, she who stays looking at him longer than necessary, absorbing his firm figure and admiring his muscular forearms visible thanks to the rolled up sleeves of his blue shirt that accentuate his sun-tanned skin, his serious brown eyes with long eyelashes and his sexy jaw covered by a short beard...

She who wakes up from her daydream when he says in a thick and firm voice to get out of the way because she is blocking his way and only then she notices the shopping bags in his big hands so she moves awkwardly letting him enter the house.

She who walks into the house while she can't help but think he's a grumpy, rude jerk, she who walks into the kitchen and sees the man leaving the bags on the counter while he talks to his grandfather who smiles when he sees her and formally introduces them.

She who greets him with a sullen nod still offended by his previous attitude while he greets her back in kind while the grandfather rambles on about his favorite granddaughter and how you're so cute, smart and extraordinary... she who notices him silently scoffing at the words of his grandfather who says he'll happily go get the album with your photos from when you were a baby.

She who when they're alone asks him in an annoyed voice what's so funny only for him to reply in a mocking voice something like "I don't think it's very smart to come to the countryside in heels and those clothes... rather I think it's something extraordinarily stupid."

She who gets annoyed by his mocking tone and his sneering look at her shorts and tank top, and she tells him that this is a free country and he can wear whatever he wants and if he doesn't like it he can tear his eyes out.

She who gets even more annoyed when he laughs as he puts the last of his canned soup away in the cupboard, and puts the plastic bags away in a drawer, then approaches her and says in a mocking voice "Why tear my eyes out when I can do something much better... like tear your clothes off?"

She who doesn't know how she ended up pinned face down on the kitchen counter with her shorts and panties caught around her ankles as his fat cock abuses her wet, rubbery pussy, her walls sucking and sucking his cock as if they wanted to get him deeper while one of his calloused hands covers her mouth tightly preventing her moans from escaping.

She who rolls her eyes when he uses his free hand to tightly grab a handful of her hair tilting her head back and sending waves of pain and pleasure to her swollen pussy as he makes her teary eyes look into his dilated eyes.

She who whimpers sharply into his hand as he thrusts hard into her and gets close to her ear and says things like "Such a good girl, just one good fuck was all it took to get rid of your attitude huh?" or "Let daddy turn you into an honest girl, what are those slutty clothes you wear? No. There won't be any more of that for you."

She feels her body shake and her toes tense as his cock hits that spot inside her over and over again making her see stars and causing her orgasm to wash over her and her pussy to tighten around his cock and he growls at the delicious sensation moving his hips harder chasing her orgasm before giving a few more thrusts and staying still deep inside her flooding her insides with his warm semen while she stays limp on the cold counter so fucked that she can't think about anything not even the fact that she's not taking birth control.

The one who can't help but squeeze you with his weight, his chest on your back while his fingers move a strand of hair stuck to your sweaty forehead and whispers in your ear with a dark voice that shivers "You know it's time to settle down, I'm not getting any younger and I want to have at least 8 children, but don't worry honey we have plenty of time to do it... after all you're not going anywhere."

[rafeandonlyrafe]

captive

words: 3.2k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, dark!rafe but he has soft moments hes trying, drugged!reader, kidnapping, DUB/NONCON, male receiving oral, female receiving oral, biting, nipple play, p in v sex, unprotected sex, anal sex, forced drug intake, snorting cocaine, smoking weed, poppers, mentions of pregnancy

“nooo.” you moan out, eyelids blinking heavily as you stare at the white powder along rafes finger. “im already-”

“no.” rafe says harshly, cutting off your protests. “i saw the way you were looking at the door. are you trying to leave me?”

“rafe-” you plead, but then his hand clamps harshly over your mouth, so tight no air could possibly get in. his finger presses against your nose, furious eyes watching yours as he waits for you to give up and inhale.

you feel dizzy, dizzy from the drugs already in your system and the lack of oxygen as you finally inhale, taking in the sweet air along with the drugs.

“that's it.” rafe pulls his hand away as you take in deep gulps of oxygen, scooping you up effortlessly as you recover and placing you down on the bed.

rafe keeps one eye on you as he prepares the room for nighttime, shutting the curtains and switching on lamps to bathe the room in soft light. he grabs your pajamas from the dresser, knowing he's just going to tear them off you later.

rafes foot falls are soft against the lush rug as he heads back over to the bed. “baby.” he says harshly when he sees your eyes are closed, tapping your cheek with increased hardness until your eyes open.

“im so tired.” you complain. “took too much.”

rafe just sighs. it's no more than he's given you on other days. the drugs keep you pliable, harmless, unable to escape. 

rafe can't let you leave him. he knows it's wrong, but he just needs to keep you fucked up enough until you forget that you want to leave in the first place. forget that your sweet boyfriend quickly turned evil when you told him you were leaving for college.

“stay awake, bunny.” rafe says. “it's what you get for trying to leave me.”

“the door is locked anyways.” you mumble. “even if i was looking at it i couldn't have left.”

you managed one time to twist the doorknob. to hear and feel the lock stop you. all your drugged up mind could manage was to turn back and lie in bed.

“do you want a little bedtime snack?” rafe asks, watching as you perk up, nodding enthusiastically.

rafe moves your body, manipulates it to the position he wants as you're laid sideways on the bed, head tipped back over the edge.

“dick first then ill get you a different snack.” rafe says, watching your eyes flutter in attempt to stay open as he tugs at his zipper, undoing his shorts and pushing them down along with his underwear in one quick movement.

“i can't.” you reach out and grip rafes thighs, head barely able to hold up as you look in his eyes with pleading in yours. “ill choke. im too-”

rafes hips plunge forward, pressing the length of his cock all down your face as your head falls, the next thrust sinking into your mouth as you resign to your task.

you focus on breathing through your nose as his cock repeatedly enters your mouth, somehow able to find enough compassion in himself to slowly build up his thrusts so he's not immediately down your throat.

“that's a good girl.” rafe coos, the praise making your head spin as you keep your hands gripped on his thighs.

rafes hands reach for your cheeks, pressing them together as he presses fully in now with every thrust, watching his cock bulge against your throat.

rafe lets out loud moans, unashamed of his vocality. it's not like you have enough mentality to judge him for it, especially not with the wet and choking sounds coming from you.

rafe does keep one eye on your chest. watching your heartbeat through the low cut shirt he put you in this morning. just in case. you mean far too much to rafe to let anything truly happen to you, even if it means him keeping you high as kite and locked away in his bedroom.

“close baby.” rafe tells you. he's never able to hold himself back for long when he gets you in a position like this. “so tight for me.”

rafe is fucking your mouth with as much furosity as he does your pussy, not worried about your teeth possibly scraping, knowing he's taught you well enough that they're covered with your tongue and lips. even though you've been his captive for almost a month now, that doesn't change the fact that you'd never want to hurt rafe.

rafe lets out a string of harsh curses and the feel of his cock swelling in your mouth is all you need to know he's about to cum.

you move one hand that's on his muscular thigh to his balls, fondling them the best you can. it's the final touch rafe needs as he shouts out your name, hips pressing forward as he cums deep down your throat, watching the way his cock twitches and pours out semen under the thin layer of your skin.

“shit!” rafe curses loudly, hand moving to squeeze your throat, giving the extra tightness he needs for one last pump of cum inside of you before he pulls out.

you quickly turn over, flipping onto your stomach as you cough and sputter, deep wheezing breaths filling your lungs fully.

“oh, my good girl.” rafe helps you to lay back properly on the bed, giving you soft kisses along your cheeks and forehead as you recover.

his soft side is always a surprise, in so much contrast to how he normally treats you. he just wants you to stay good and pliable all the time, tired of when you act out or defy him.

“now time for that snack, yeah?” rafe says. 

he leaves the room, and you listen for that telltale sound of him locking the door behind him, but it doesn't come. you blink harshly, trying to force yourself to stand, to let your legs carry you out, but your stomach growls, knowing rafe will keep you well fed, and your pussy clenches, knowing rafe will fill it later, and you stay laid on the bed.

rafe enters moments later with a pleased look on his face. it may have been only minutes, and you may have been strung out, but he was just able to leave the door unlocked and came back to find you in the exact same position he left you in.

“crackers?” rafe offers you, helping you sit up and schooch back to lean against the headboard.

you take the bowl as rafe checks your water bottle is still full before standing up and locking the door, slipping the key into his pocket. he made sure to get double side locks, reinforced to keep you secured.

“im going to take a quick shower.” rafe says, leaving you to finish the snack on your own. you eat quickly, munching down the food to satisfy your drug addled mind.

you set the bowl down on your nightstand when you're done, eyes turning to the pajamas laid against the bench at the end of the bed, knowing rafe intends to dress you himself when he gets back. 

he's never able to control himself when he sees you naked. it's why every time after he's finished putting your clothes on that he has to rip them right back off. why every time he helps you bathe or shower that he ends up fucking you all wet. every time your shirt slips up your stomach or shorts ride too short and you're unable to fix it in your state, that rafe ends up getting you naked and worshiping your body.

“y/n.” rafe calls your attention up to him as your eyes refocus, having drifted off at some point. rafe is standing in just a towel, wrapped snuggly across his waist.

“do you need another hit?” he questions, not wanting you to fall asleep, he likes when you're awake while he takes you, so he can see the fire behind your eyes. “or a joint?”

“yeah.” you nod. “a joint.”

you hope rafe will smoke it with you. you like when rafe gets high. his feral movements slow down, his thrusts become softer and kisses tamer.

rafe heads over to the locked cabinet, putting in the code before opening it up and grabbing a few things out. you watch with half horror and half fascination as rafes long slender fingers roll the joint before lighting it, the lighter briefly brightening the room in orange haze.

“here ya go.” rafe sticks one end between your lips, allowing you to inhale deeply. rafe is pleased, already such a quick turn around from having to force you less than an hour ago to snort.

“you're getting so obedient.” rafe says softly, wishing he could get you to be obedient at all times and not just when you're fucked up. then maybe he can let you out of the room, slowly expand your privileges.

“mhm.” you hum, closing your eyes as you lean forward and inhale deeply again. you turn your head to the side to blow out the smoke, pushing it away from rafe.

you keep huffing and exhaling until the room smells like weed. you're not sure what the combination of drugs in your system does to you, but it has you looking at rafe with softer eyes, forgetting that he's the one forcing you to snort various powders and pop pulls, just thinking about him as the one who brings you snacks and cuddles you.

“pajamas?” you ask rafe once the joint it almost gone, watching him head to the bathroom to damp it out in some water and toss it.

“yeah.” rafe grabs your pajamas, a very immodest and revealing matching set of shorts and a tank top.

you stay slack against the bed, letting rafe pull off your t-shirt and undo your bra, his eyes staying on your tits as he tosses your clothes into the hamper. he doesn't touch them yet, despite his fingers twitching with need.

he moves onto your pants yet, tugging your yoga pants off and discarding them so you're in just your underwear.

“my favorite pair.” rafe says softly, though really any of your thongs are his favorite. his hands push your thighs open and you don't resist when his finger presses against your core and swipes up, putting pressure right on your clit.

you let out a moan as your back arches, but as quickly as rafe began touching you, he stops, and then pulls your shorts up your legs.

“thank you.” you reach your arms up, body calling out to rafe, craving him. rafe scoops you up into his lap, snuggling his nose into your neck.

“just relax.” rafe says, hands petting over your body until one inevitably slips between your thighs. he keeps his hands away from your core, teasing you with soft strokes.

rafes thumb and pointer finger suddenly pinch together with your flesh caught inside, but you barely even react to the sudden burst of pain. it's how rafe can tell you're truly ready for him.

“gonna lay you back.” rafe narrates as he places you on the bed, standing over you while you stare up at him, waiting for what the first strike is going to be. what area of your body he's going to pounce on first.

it starts with tearing your shorts down, bearing your pussy to him yet again. a pleased smile stretches across rafes features when he sees you're already wet from his teasing.

“wanna taste you.” rafe lays himself down on the bed, still only covered in the towel, hair slightly damp that you'd want to run your fingers through if your arms weren't noodles.

rafe doesn't often eat you out. in a way, it feels like a reward as he leans in, mouth covering your clit. his tongue pokes out, tapping at your clit as you let out soft moans and mewls.

“so yummy.” rafe praises you, mouth sinking to your entrance, slurping at the juices built up there.

his little fuck kitten, his baby, his captive and his girlfriend, even if you did attempt to break up with him. he's never let you truly lose the title.

rafe doesn't stay laid on his stomach for long. while his incessantly licking through your folds feels good, it doesn't suit him anymore once your taste has already coated his tongue.

rafes kisses lead up your stomach, mouth pressing against your skin as his head pushes up your shirt until it's barely covering your chest. his hands push the loose tank top the rest of the way off your body.

rafe presses kisses to each of your nipples, watching them bloom and perk up right before his eyes. his smile grows as he widens his teeth and sinks them around your nipple, biting down before giving a hearty tug that has you crying out the most you can, a strangled mix between a moan and a cry.

rafe repeats the same bite and pull on the other side, then back and forth, then back and forth again, until your high dulls it out and you don't even react.

once your eyebrow doesn't even twitch in pain, rafe moves on, his hands pushing your thighs apart again as he kneels between them on the bed, tugging at the white towel as it falls away to reveal his hard cock.

“you're being so docile for me today.” rafe says like it's supposed to be praise, even though a sick feeling twists in your gut. “how about i try out your other hole today?”

your eyes widen and you try to sit up slightly. “i-”

“yeah, i think i will try it.” rafe says with a grin, reaching over to the bedside table and scrounging through the drawer until he finds the little bottle he's looking for.

rafe considers strapping you down to help you keep your legs open, but he likes the idea of you being unrestricted by bonds and rather too blissed out to move.

“turn over for me.” rafe commands, helping you flip onto your stomach. rafe grips your ass in his hands, massaging your plump flesh and watching it jiggle before he tugs your hips upward into the air.

he manages to get you to balance somewhat as he spreads your cheeks apart, looking at your little puckered hole just waiting to squeeze around his cock.

rafe takes the bottle of poppers and unwinds them, pressing them towards your face as he waits for you to inhale. you don't try to resist this time, knowing the drugs will only relax your muscles more and make things more pleasurable, even if the smell is so strong it causes your entire body to jolt.

rafe grunts out some praise that you barely hear or take in as he screws the bottle closed and lines up his cock with your entrance.

he's able to push in easily, knowing the drugs will only keep you open and relaxed for a few minutes. 

rafe presses his hips right into your bum, lodging himself as deep as he can inside of you. “knew your ass would feel great.” he says, tapping your bum in spankings that you barely register.

rafe begins to move, his strokes deep and slow as he fucks you. his hands grip your hips tightly, keeping you held up just how he wants you.

you let out a strangled noise as the muscle relaxers wear off, your previous untouched hole clenching tightly around rafes length.

rafe curses harshly as you tighten around him, almost squeezing so intensely that its not pleasurable, but he's determined to work you through it.

he slowly increases the rhythm of his hips fucking into you, building up until he's fucking you with the furosity that he does your pussy on a nightly basis.

“jesus.” rafe grunts out, listening to your tiny whimpers and moans that you can't help releasing. “do you like this baby?”

you try to open your mouth to answer, but all you do is allow drool to slide down your chin, no words actually coming out. you're not sure if you like it, or it the drugs are just dulling out the pain and leaving the pleasure.

“where do you want me to cum though bunny?” rafe asks, bending down to speak into your ear. “surely you want me to fuck your pussy, yeah? get you pregnant?”

there's no way a pregnancy would ever last with the amount of drugs consistently flooding your system, but rafe likes to think about it. another way to get you to stay, another reason to never leave him.

you manage to shake your head in some way that forms a nod. rafe quickly switches holes like it's nothing, pushing into your pussy and keeping the exact same pace in your cunt that he did your ass.

“too much?” rafe asks, hoping you say yes, his smile stretching when you give the vague halfish nod again. you're so beyond overwhelmed that you still haven't shut your mouth, a wet spot of drool forming on the bedsheets to add to the wet spot from your dripping pussy.

rafe takes the bottle of poppers again, holding it to your nose. you don't even realize that he's done it until the smell hits your nose and your body jolts.

rafe chuckles at your reaction, forcing two fingers into your asshole, pumping them in contrast to the timing of his hips pushing forward, causing even more stimulation to flood your senses.

“i bet if i just tap your clit you'd cum, huh?” rafe questions.

it's a juggle to overstimulate you from every angle, but rafe manages to reach down with his other hand, but instead of tapping it like he said, he pinches your bud, holding it tightly between your fingertips as you let out a squeal.

“knew it.” rafe chuckles as he feels you pussy pulsate around him, squeezing and fluttering as your orgasm suddenly hits, juices flooding and soaking rafe and the bedsheets below you as your pussy gushes.

rafe regrets pulling out of your other hole as it clenches down on his fingers, but he's satisfied with shoving deep inside of you and pumping you full of his cum.

rafe let's out a moan that sounds almost like your name, but the sudden force of your orgasm has caused your ears to stop working along with seemingly every other part of your body.

rafe pulls out and lets you slump onto your side. he gives you a quick check to make sure you're still breathing before heading back to the bathroom to clean himself off. 

he doesn't bother with you, knowing you'll sleep off your high and walk up after noon to clean yourself and restart the cycle all over again.

“can't wait to do that again tomorrow baby.” rafe says, pressing a kiss your lips despite them still being slackened apart.

rafe pulls you into him as he lays under the covers, feeling your naked bodies touching, skin to skin.

“goodnight.” rafe whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

you try to stay awake. maybe you can get away when he goes to sleep, maybe, maybe, maybe, but your head spins and eyes droop closed, falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.

[noirscript]

My Valentine

details: yandere!husband x AFAB!reader | Mentions of female genitalia, detailed sexual scenes, breeding,

note: I forgot where I got the image.

Despite the questionable setup and job description of your current job, your husband did not question it and even supported your endeavors. He cook your breakfast on the dot and even prepared your lunch and some snacks.

The warm touch of his soft lips against yours as soon as he sees you, somehow made you guilty of what you're getting yourself into. Truth be told, you haven't told him about the entire truth about your job. Only that you work as an agent.

You let him make an assumption about your job. Perhaps you'll never be able to tell him all about your job.

"Are you sure you still want to work there?" he asked while resting his firm hands on your hips. "I can support us both. We can even start our family and live comfortably."

You smiled as you cup his cheeks. "Val..."

He sighed before pulling away. "I don't really get why you're doing this," he said before meeting your gaze. "It's been two years since we've been married, you even begged me to let you enjoy for awhile before starting our family."

"Val, it's not that! I just..." you sighed. "I want to have my own money. I can't rely on you everytime. It... It doesn't feel right."

You looked up and feared what you've seen. His jaw clenched while his hold on your hips tightened.

"Was it my mother?"

Your brows furrowed. "What, no!"

"My grandma? My sister?" He closed the gap between you two. "Who was it, huh? Who influenced your decisions this time?"

You removed his hands from your body before taking one step away from him.

"Let's... just talk later." You tiptoed to reach his cheek before grabbing your packed lunch.

Maybe it's time to submit your two-week notice.

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Your husband, Valentin, could get clingy at times. He'll tightly wrap his arms around your body, never missing the chance to feel the warmth of your skin.

It starts with gentle caresses against your skin, then the next thing you knew, you're being screwed and under his mercy for the next hours.

His honeyed voice that you love to hear turns to something deeper as he whispers the nastiest threats you've ever heard from him.

"Gonna make you a mommy... hngg... gonna be round and full..." He buries his face against the crook of your neck as he sensually grind his thick cock against your tight and creaming pussy.

"Pleasepleaseplease... make me cum... wanna cum..." you begged as you claw the arm that's been keeping you in place. "Val... Val... please... cumming..."

"Ah-ah... such a naughty girl." He took a deep breath against your neck before ramming his cock against your tightening pussy. "You don't get to treat me like a toy. I'm not a fucking dildo. You hear that?"

"M'srry... cumming please... please..."

"You're cumming, hm? You're gonna take my cum? All of it? Hm?"

You frantically nodded as you match his movements. It didn't take long until his cum painted your insides.

He nozzles his face against your skin. Peppering kisses against your neck, nipping it at times.

"We're gonna start our family soon..." he whispered while lazily grinding his dick inside you. "You, me, and our baby."

You chuckled. "We've talked about this before, Val..." The sheets rustled as you turn to face him.

"I still want to work. You know, to save up a bit." You pushed yourself up and looked into his eyes. "I also want to spoil them."

"You can spoil them with my card. What's mine is yours too, you know?" He responded while pulling you close to him. "We can have just one child. We'll take care of them. Raise them well..."

"Val... at least give me some time to think about it." You slowly run your finger against his chest down to his abs before barely touching the tip of his erect cock. "Besides... don't you want us to have some more time together?"

You slowly grind your moist pussy against him before he pulled you down with him. He aligned his cock and swiftly penetrated your pussy.

He doesn't hate the idea of getting you all to himself, but still. Your feelings might change once you learn more about him. He's not gonna have that. You're his for eternity, even if that meant having to share you with your child.

[slaymitchabernathy]

coriolanus snow definitely has this cup.

[thanksbutno98]

Stressed Out

Simon Riley x wife!reader OC

Summary: Simon and his wife try for a fourth child.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, p in v, dirty talk, rough sex, masturbation, talks of pregnancy, mentions of infertility, not edited.

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“Stop fidgeting.”

“Shh.” You shushed Simon aggressively.

“Dove-“

“I said shh.” You shushed your husband again.

The two of you were sitting in a stuffy doctor’s office. Simon sat in a chair next to yours and the only reason he knew you were fighting was because the leather whined every time you moved. You felt incredibly uncomfortable being here and you regretted going this medical route.

You see, you and Simon had been trying to get pregnant for eight months now and had no success. It left you worried you weren’t able to have any more children. Simon being the lovable oaf you saw him as, kept telling you nothing was wrong. That sometimes it takes longer than expected and you stressing about it wouldn’t help. You had already had a blood test last month that showed your hormone levels were normal, now you wanted to know next steps.

When you brought up the idea of getting tested further to make sure everything was working properly the doctor recommended Simon leave a sample before you went that route. The number of crass comments that were made had the doctor turning a shade of red you didn’t think humanly possible. When Simon went to leave the sample you had gotten a barrage of text messages telling you how awful the porn they had was. It devolved into you taking a picture of your breasts in the women’s washroom. He was done before you had even made it back to the waiting room.

Now the pair of you were sat here, a week later, waiting for the results. Simon complained the entire ride here that they could have told you two over the phone. He was right. This had you nervous because in your mind the fact you had to come in person meant one of you was the problem as to why you weren’t getting pregnant. So either they needed to run more tests on you or Simons sperm count was low.

“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Riley. Sorry to keep you waiting.” The same doctor from last time came into his office with a friendly smile.

He was a short man and built like a runner. His hair was grey but he didn’t appear to be that much older than you. He wore a bright white lab coat and had his hospital ID hooked to the pocket.

“Alright, get on with it.” Simon sounded bored out of his mind. He could be so immature in settings like this, it made you want to throttle him.

“You’re both perfectly healthy. In fact, he’s extremely fertile.” The doctor smiled at you and pointed to Simon. Simon immediately started flexing his biceps like Johnny always did when he bragged about his latest escapade.

“Wait, then why aren’t I getting pregnant?” You blurted out and swatted Simon to put his arms down.

“I believe you’ve just been unlucky. That’s why I had you come in. I wanted to make sure you’re having intercourse effectively. We don’t tend to worry until it’s been a year of trying.” The doctor started shuffling things around his desk and you felt Simon gearing up to be a smart ass.

“Oh, it’s affective.” The crass joke had you and the doctor looking at Simon unimpressed.

“I’ll need to know how often you two are having sex, if it’s during the time you’re ovulating, and if you know how to track your ovulation. Penetrative vaginal sex is the most affective way to get pregnant. I assume that what’s happening. I did-“

“We have sex as often as she lets me. . . Which is often and she has me finish in-” Simon was grinning like a fool. Something about hearing that he was extremely fertile made his ego grown twice in size.

“Simon.” You hissed before he could finish his sentence.

You talked to him about acting like a normal human when coming here. You made him promise no crude comments and he was breaking his promise.

“Look at her. You really think I’m not pawing at her every chance I get?” This was not the time or place for your husband to start flirting but he didn’t care.

“Simon, behave!” You hissed again.

“Well, Mr. Riley.” The doctor seemed to be getting fed up with your husband.

“Stress can hinder a woman’s ability to get pregnant. So, maybe some self reflection is in order and you try to not upset your wife so much. Considering how worked up you’ve gotten her in my office both times now, it doesn’t seem far fetched you do this at home.”

——————

“Guys a fuckin’ quack.” Simon growled.

You were now chasing after him in the car park while he stormed to the car. Simon had some choice words after the doctor accused him of stressing you out. You apologized profusely for Simon’s behavior, picked up the chair he flipped, and then thanked the man. He wished you a sarcastic ‘good luck’ which you weren’t sure was meant for getting pregnant or being married to Simon Riley.

“Simon, you’re acting like an ass.” You told him but he didn’t seem to care.

He was standing at the car holding your door open and looking angrier than ever.

“Bastard accuses me of stressing you out? What a fucking joke!” Simon then let out a loud dry laugh that echoed through the parking garage.

“You do stress me out.” You told him flatly.

“No I don’t.” He rebutted.

You stared at him silently. A moment passed before Simon spoke again.

“Okay, maybe I do sometimes. But enough that it’s affecting you getting pregnant? What’s load of rubbish.” Another sarcastic laugh echoed against the concrete as Simon waited for you to agree with him.

You continued to stare at him blankly. His face dropped and he seemed to get your point now.

“Fine. I stress you out. Now get in the car.” Simon ordered and aggressively motioned with his hand for you to get in.

“Simon Riley!” You snapped at him.

“Okay, okay. I’ll work on it. I’m sorry.” Simon pretended to wave a white flag of surrender to hopefully get you to lighten up.

“Thank you.” You sighed in relief. Finally getting into the car Simon left a sweet, tender kiss to your cheek.

“Now, c’mon. I’ll fuck that sour mood out of you as soon as we’re home.” He joked.

“You better.”

——————

“Girls, settle down.” Simon was attempting to clear the kitchen table after dinner while his two younger daughters, six and four, ran around screaming.

“Mel, go get your homework done please.” Your oldest daughter who was twelve, nodded and made her way upstairs.

“GRACIE!” Fae screeched in excitement while pushing Simon out of her way to keep running circles around the table.

“FAE!” Grace screamed her name back from under the round kitchen table.

“ENOUGH YELLING!” Simon was now the third person to raise his voice.

“I’ll stop when you stop.” Fae immediately bit back at her father. She was now climbing on top of the table and doing a silly dance.

“Yeah! What Fae said!” Grace stomped her foot and pointed her finger to her big sister. She too was now climbing on to the table to dance a silly dance with her sister.

“Simon.” You warned before he shouted again.

“What?” He asked defensively.

“The yelling’s stressing me out.” You told him off handedly.

You had your mind preoccupied with the school paper work in front of you. There was an incident report sent home with Fae for fighting. It wasn’t anything physical but she had cursed a little boy out for pushing her friend to the ground. Apparently she called him a ‘brainless twat’ among other things.

“No more yelling you two.” Simon pointed at Fae then to Grace. They paused in funky positions, looked at each other, then continued to do their weird little dances.

“Not their yelling. Your yelling.” You spoke forcefully.

“We’ll stop when you stop.” Grace sang. She jumped onto one of the chairs then to the floor and ran over to her father to sweetly hug Simon’s leg.

“Alright.” Simon didn’t argue back and bit his tongue.

It was dawning on him that he was really stressing you out, even when he wasn’t acting out of the ordinary. Having served along side each other in the military, Simon knew you handled stress well. You weren’t one to lose your cool or really complain about being stressed. The past week or so you had been. It was unintentionally making Simon reflect on his behavior. To him he wasn’t doing anything he didn’t normally do but maybe things had been getting to you easier because you wanted to be pregnant by now.

Taking the dinner plates and putting them in the sink Simon continued to glance between you and the dishes. He started washing them by hand and couldn’t keep himself from looking at you every so often.

“Stop staring at me. It’s stressing me out.” You warned him without looking up from the papers in front of you.

“We need to find something that doesn’t stress you out.” Simon grumbled.

“You not being in the same room.” Mel quipped as she came into the kitchen, grabbed her book bag, and then went back upstairs.

“Don’t be a smart ass.” Simon called after her.

“I’ll stop when you stop.” Mel shot back.

Simon turned to say something to you but you already had your hand up to quiet him.

“You’re stressing me out.” This time you lied. You just didn’t want to hear him complain about everyone in the house giving him a hard time.

Simon sighed heavily and silently did the dishes. Every once in a while you’d hear a giggle as he playfully tried to shake Grace off his leg. Fae soon joined and little giggles would ring out every so often.

“Fae, why’d you call this boy in your class a-“ you paused to read the incident report again.

“A ‘fuckin’ fridge?’” Your voice elevated on fridge to show your confusion.

“Cuz uncle John called dad that once. So it had to be mean.” You could barely hear Fae as Simon broke out into uncontrollable laughter.

You had heard both Simon and John Price insult each other on many occasions. Only they replaced ‘fridge’ with any inanimate object that popped into their head. Your favorite was while deployed together, Simon mouthed off and Price called him a ‘fuckin’ turnip’ and then proceeded to throw equipment in Simon’s direction. It made you wonder if Price’s kids got in as much trouble as yours did. Or if they were out there calling classmates muppets, turnips, fuck wits, or any other insult they heard from their father.

After getting your children tucked into bed you went and took a shower. They had terrorized Simon to the point he had to sit on the top stair to calm himself down. Fae and Grace threw their stuffed animals at him and then playfully screamed and ran when he gave them a menacing look.

They had no intention of listening to him if he was reasonable, sweet, or shouting. Nothing would get them to behave for him and you could tell the moment you saw him trying to wrangle them both into bed. So you took over and sent him to decompress. Only the girls kept calling for him every few minutes. You heard him start his show over countless times and wondered when he would finally get fed up.

You were now trying to destress. It was hard for you to tell if Simon was the one stressing you out or if life was getting to you. Either way you needed to get yourself back in order.

Simon was usually a sarcastic ass, but he was your sarcastic ass. You loved his smart ass comments and how socially inept he could be at times. It’s what made him charming. Not to everyone, but you found him charming. He was your big, lovable, dickish husband and you wouldn’t want him any different.

After some reasoning you decided you had been tougher on Simon than you liked. Yes, he needed a swift kick in the ass every so often to behave. But today you were starting to think you were a little too harsh by telling him he was stressing you out. So, you checked your calendar to see if you really needed to get over what you thought was misplaced annoyance and seduce your husband.

“Simon!” You called from your bedroom.

The frustration was building for Simon. This felt like the twentieth time he’d been interrupted while trying to watch his show. He had just gotten comfortable on the couch with his beer and crisps. With an angry huff Simons large hand grabbed the remote to pause his show. That’s when he saw he was four minutes and twenty two second into the episode. Five minutes, he couldn’t go five minutes in this house without someone needing him.

“What!” Simon barked back. There was a few seconds of dead air when Simon heard the bottom two stairs creak.

“Well, I was going to tell you I’m ovulating but never mind.” Your once sweet voice was now coated in disdain.

Turning quickly to look over his shoulder, Simon saw you, his beautiful wife who was clearly pissed off with him. You were standing in the doorway of the living room looking annoyed.

“Coming!” Simon was up and scrambling around the couch.

“Not after that reaction!” You snapped back and went back upstairs. Simon stopped for a second, grabbed his beer and chugged the entire glass in under ten seconds.

“Dove, wait up.” Simon was taking the stairs two at a time and caught up to you in your bedroom.

You were ready to lay into him. Forget, forgiveness or admitting you’d been snippy today. Now you were convinced he was being an ass and he was responsible for why you felt so stressed out. Turning around, you had your finger ready to be shoved into your husband face and tell him just what you thought about him barking at you.

Only he shut you up fast.

Before you knew it Simons thumb was in your mouth and pressing your tongue down so you couldn’t speak. His fingers curled around your jaw and held your face firmly like that. He had a wicked grin and eyes darker than usual.

“Shush. I’ve stressed you out, let me make it right.” Simon purred.

Your eyes went wide staring up at this massive man you called yours. With little hesitation you shook your head, not sure how your husband had tamed you so quickly.

“Bend over the bed.” Simon ordered and you obeyed.

On your way there Simon helped remove your shirt, pajama bottoms and panties. This left you completely bare and now bent over your bed with your face resting against the soft navy sheets. You could feel the massive presence of Simon looming behind you but weren’t sure what his next move was.

You sighed out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when you felt his warm, rough hands on your ass. His thumbs lightly pressed into the muscles and massaged them. Slowly his hands slid to your lower back and dug out the knots from there to your shoulders. Simon took his time giving you a thorough back massage with his clothed crotched pressed against your rear, until he was back at your ass and kneading the fatty flesh.

You couldn’t see him but you knew he had a smirk on his handsome face as he pulled apart your cheeks to get a look at your pretty cunt. Simons thumbs started to massage up and down the crease of your thighs and then to your pretty lips. It felt amazing and you had to be dripping from how good and relaxed your body felt.

“Hm, so pretty.” Simon hummed before flattening his tongue and licking a firm stripe up your cunt.

You gasped at the light contact and then gasped again at Simon’s tongue expertly finding your clit and rolling it under the muscle.

“Hmm.” Simon hummed into your cunt right before his tongue started to thrust in and out of your perfect little hole.

Simon didn’t spend long on his knees. Soon he was stripping out of his clothes and positioning himself behind you. He slid his massive length between your cheeks a few times and groaned at the contact.

“Ready, dove?” It was a question that needed no answer and Simon didn’t wait for one.

Pushing his hips forward slowly, your gummy walls wrapped around him tightly until his hips were flush with your ass. Grinding his hips forward you could feel the head of his cock nudging at your cervix. Taking Simon always felt like playing a dangerous game because of his massive size. Each and every time, those first few minutes were spent adjusting and fighting against the sensation of being split in half.

“Just relax. I’ll knock you up, don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours.” That thick accent you loved so much purred in your ear.

Placing his hands on either side of your head you stared at the tattoos on his arm. A sweet kiss was then laid on your temple as Simon began to roll his hips. It was measured, patient, calculated thrusts to warm you up. Breathing deeply your eyes fluttered shut and you enjoyed the sensation of going from slightly uncomfortable at the stretch to mesmerized by the way he slid in and out of you.

You were ready for Simon, his gentle pace meant you were soaking his cock. Carefully your wrapped your fingers around each of Simon’s wrists so you would have something to help ground you. It was a silent sign you were ready for him, you had been doing this since you were dating.

With a wicked smile Simon paused his thrusts for a moment and leaned down with his mouth by your ear.

“Hold on tight.” Simon’s voice was like honey in your ears and you gripped his wrists harder in anticipation.

The first thrust was hard but not has hard as he could go. It was Simon testing the waters. The thrust after that was almost all of his strength and you reacted positively by burying your face in the comforter and muffling your moan. Feeling you grip his wrists for dear life was the last positive sign Simon needed to start laying into you.

Thank god the fan was going and the tv was playing to muffle out the sound of skin clapping skin. Simon’s eyes locked on your plump bottom jiggling with each and every thrust of his. Your moans were muffled but he knew you would be screaming if the house were empty.

With every thrust the bed creaked and mattress molded into the shape of your body getting pounded into the soft sheets. It was perfect because when Simon pulled back the mattress sprang back up in his direction and then he slammed you back into it.

The way Simon felt was all consuming. This position allowed him to throw his full body weight into it but only for so long. The last time he went in this position for too long your back had hurt for the next two days.

“Simon.” You whined, feeling your back start to ache.

That was all your husband needed to hear and he was pulling out of you. Shaking your hands off his wrists you took this moment to catch your breath. Simon grabbed your thigh and pulled so you spun around and were now lying on your back. He had done it so quickly it whipped you around. His cock was now resting on your belly showing off how deep he could reach. Tapping it a few times impatiently Simon waited for you to catch up.

“Trying to give me whiplash?” You joked but the words fell off at the end when you felt the blunt tip of your husband’s cock push into you.

Simon was holding your hips firmly and sinking into your tight heat. A new position meant waiting for the green light for the go ahead. A bit frazzled from how good it felt your fingers fumbled to find Simon’s wrists but once you did and gave him a squeeze he set off with his first few trial thrusts and then was pounding away.

“Your tits are fuckin’ gorgeous.” Simon growled, his eyes locked on to the way they bounced with each cruel slam of his hips.

“Simon, I-fuck. Rub my clit, I’m close.” You moaned softly, using all your willpower not to scream from the pleasure.

“Do it yourself.” Simon brushed you off and continued to focus on your tits bouncing and the way you were hugging him so tight.

Without thinking you pushed up with one hand behind your back and now propping you up. With the other it clapped against the back of Simons thick neck and roughly pulled him so he was now leaning down, nose to nose with you. The pure rage in your fiery eyes and the way it stung from how forcefully you grabbed his neck almost made Simon cum on the spot.

“Make me cum.” You ordered, teeth bared and a pissed off expression taking over your once blissed out face.

“Fuck, you’re so hot.” Simon sounded so in love in that moment, like he was in some daydream like state.

One hand left your hip while he continued his thrusts and began to play with your pretty little clit. His thumb bumped against it a few time before he truly got the digit over the bundle of nerves. You fell back into the sheets, back arching and pleasure coursing through your veins.

“Faster.” You ordered and Simons hips moved quicker making you squeak in surprise.

“Not-not your hips you idiot! Your thumb!” You sounded so frustrated with him and Simon never understood why that was such a turn on.

Simon didn’t bother slowing down on his brutal thrust but did speed up the rate he was rubbing at your cute little clit. That seemed to do it for you. Tossing your head back your fingers gripped the sheets and you gasped inaudibly. Seeing you cum and then a second later feeling you choke his cock from the base to tip drove Simon wild.

Waves of pleasure rocked your body and Simon worked you through the best of it. That was until now, as you laid on the bed sensitive and worn out and he was still going.

“Simon.” You whined, his brutal thrusts becoming too much in your blissed out state.

“Almost there.” He grunted, eyes focused on your tits until he felt your finger under his chin and tiling his head up to look at you.

“Cum.” You spoke sweetly, giving him that same smile you did back when you married him.

You joked about whiplash earlier but Simon felt he was the one truly experiencing it with your emotional back and forth. Going from being pissed off at him to now sweet as pie. And it worked. Because after a long deep moan Simon was shooting white ropes into your sore cunt. He stayed like that for a moment, deep inside you and catching his breath.

“You’re perfect.” You whispered to your hulking lover who was dwarfing you from above.

“Bed, I’m exhausted.” Pulling out and flopping on to the bed Simon shut his eyes and caught his breath.

“Easiest way to get you to sleep.” You giggled at how making Simon cum was a sure fire way to put him to sleep.

Ignoring the mess you crawled under the sheets and so did Simon. Curling up against his chest he was snoring a few minutes later. You tried to get up and clean yourself before you made the sheets messy. Only, Simon, even in his sleep, would not let go and thus you were stuck to his side. You truly didn’t mind and decided sleep was better, you’d have him change the sheets in the morning.

——————

The feeling of soft sheets and cool air greeted you this morning as your eyes fluttered open. The first thing you saw was hazel. God, how that had become your favorites color. Hazel eyes, crooked teeth, and a faded scar that hooked around the chin of pale skin of a prominent jaw.

Simons eyes were soft, drowsy, and stuck on you. That soft smile of his reminded you how he use to watch you sleep all those years ago when you served together. Some said they were unsettling but nothing settled you like his reassuring gaze. It said ‘I’ve got you.’

With gentleness that was once unknown to a man like Simon he brushed your messy bed head from your beautiful face. He didn’t have to speak a word for you to know he wanted to say he loved you. It was hard for him to say, no matter how many years had passed, but that didn’t matter. You’d hear him whisper in to you in the night when he thought you were asleep or when you were wrangling your kids and he assumed you were too distracted to hear.

“Thanks for last night.” You smiled at Simon in the early morning light. He shook his head, acknowledging your sweet words.

“I love you.” You whispered.

It made your heart stutter to see the way his eyes softened even more and lashes fluttered at your words. The warm lazy smiled soon revealed a toothy grin.

“Back at you, dove.” Simon returned your words with just as much gentleness. And just as easily as he laid here with you this lazy morning he shifted back into his brooding sarcastic self.

“Take a test, last night was the one.” He joked. Before you could even roll your eyes the covers were tossed off of you.

Simon dragged your naked body across the bed and kissed your belly all over. You broke out into a fit of laughter because his stubble was tickling your soft skin. Breaking free you scrambled out of bed and went straight for the bathroom.

“It won’t come out positive that fast.” You chuckled.

“Humor me.” Simon called to you and your response was to shut the bathroom door.

Shrugging you decided to take the test. It would only confirm what you already knew. You grabbed an old discarded shirt of Simon’s from the floor and put it on. Tapping your foot you scrolled on your phone until the timer went off. Barely looking at the plastic test you picked it up and headed for the bin to toss it out. You froze mid stride.

It was positive.

“No fucking wonder I can’t stand him right now.” You chuckled to yourself. This was so relieving.

Pregnancy test’s use to set your teeth on edge, now it brought joy. You wanted to holler and cheer that this had finally happened. But that wasn’t really like you. So with a huge smile you went to go get your pain in the of an ass husband.

“Oi, asshole.” You called to Simon as you exited the bathroom.

You were beaming and looking like you shallowed the sun. He was out of bed and pulling his sweatpants. Holding up the plastic test Simon stared at you with a crooked smile from across the room.

“I know. Makes sense why you’ve hated me the past week.” Simon spoke knowingly and gave you a wink.

“You knew?” You blurted out, arm falling to your side.

“Course. You haven’t been able to stand me being in the same room as you for more than ten minutes; and you know how you get mean when you’re pregnant. You ate half the trey of brownies last night-“

You opened your mouth to deny that but Simon pointed at you and gave you a stern look.

“Don’t deny it.” Then he continued. His words had your mouth clamping shut.

“And the biggest tell. . . Your tits are swollen. It’s why I was able to leave that sample so quick. You pregnant does it for me.” With a shrug Simon moved to go put on a shirt and go about his day before his hellions woke up.

“You ass. Why didn’t you ask me to take a test sooner?” Waltzing over you tossed the test at his head but he quickly ducked and started deeply laughing.

“Would you have listened?” Simon asked with a quirked eyebrow.

“No. Would’ve waited for my missed period.” You muttered. Crossing your arms over your chest you averted your gaze.

“That’s why.” Kissing your cheek Simon wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.

“Congratulations, dove.” Simon spoke softly into the crown of your head.

“I’m so excited.” Melting into his embrace you felt your legs turn to jello as Simon said exactly what you needed to hear.

“Love you. Forever.”

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[charlikesalmon]

outfit swap <3

[bunnysnared]

dove's fellow dancers & friends meeting the mysterious boyfriend for the first time.. he is not at all what they pictured for her. needless to say they all have very different first impressions!

[fromdove]

“i told you not to wait up,” jason says, voice low, rough, ruined from yelling or running or both. he's peeling his jacket off one shoulder, the kevlar sticking where the blood’s dried tacky and brown, and you’re already crossing the room to him with a frown and a half-empty bottle of peroxide.

“yeah?” you say. “and i told you not to get stabbed again. guess we’re both bad at listening.”

his mouth twitches like he wants to laugh. doesn’t. his whole body sways like the adrenaline’s leaking out of him, and now there’s nothing holding him upright but pure spite and habit.

you grab his wrist. gently. “sit down.”

“doll, i’m fine—”

“sit. down.”

he does. mostly because you said it like that. partly because he’s tired. mostly because you’re touching him again.

the cut on his side is shallow but ugly, right under the ribs, still leaking a little. the sight of it makes your stomach twist, like maybe if you’d called him one minute earlier, if you’d kept him talking, if you’d just begged a little harder— whatever. you’re not crying. you’re not.

“what happened?” you ask, even though you probably don’t want to know.

he shrugs, flinches. “guy had a knife. i had bad reflexes.”

“your reflexes are never bad.”

he looks at you. for a second. and then away.

you clean the cut. you don’t say anything about how he hisses through his teeth. or how his jaw tightens like he’s trying to pretend he doesn’t feel you, doesn’t care that you’re here, doesn’t want to grab you by the wrist and kiss you so hard he forgets how to breathe.

“you could’ve called for backup,” you say. softly. the gauze sticks a little. you don’t apologize.

“i didn’t want anyone getting hurt.”

“and you getting hurt is fine?”

“i’m used to it.”

that does something awful to your chest. you press harder than you mean to. he doesn’t say anything. just watches you with those stupid storm-cloud eyes like he’s sorry but also not sorry at all.

“idiot,” you mutter. not looking at him.

“you love it,” he says, smirking with blood on his teeth.

you glare. “you’re literally bleeding out and you still manage to flirt.”

“i’m multitasking.”

you hate him. you love him. you hate that you love him. you love that he’s here, still, bruised and reckless and real and breathing.

you lean in before you can stop yourself. just enough to rest your forehead against his. his skin is hot. he smells like smoke and metal and something that might be yours.

“please don’t die,” you whisper.

he doesn’t say anything.

but his hand finds yours. bruised knuckles and all. squeezes once.

“i wasn’t planning on it,” he says.

[venusbyline]

What are your thoughts on somnoph*lia? 👀

Cause I personally can see Aemond doing this to his older sister, more than Aegon (he too, would get too excited and wake his older sister up)

Like Aemond would creep into her room and at first be too afraid to do something else than just pulling her nightgown down her chest and looking, but then he'll get bolder, maybe even slipping some poppy's milk on her big sister's water just to make sure he can have more fun (like finally tasting her)

I can also see Jace doing that, but just as Aegon, would grow bold too quickly and wake his sister up.

Omfgggg now I'm having so many horny thoughts cuz I saw the vision 🤭🤭 somnophilia is one of my fav kinks, and non-con somnophilia is one of my favorite things to write and read too!!!

⚠️: Targcest (younger brother/older sister), non-con somnophilia, rape/non-con, voyeurism, inappropriate use of milk of the poppy, virginity kink, loss of virginity, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), dry humping, spoons position, missionary position.

Out of the three of them, Aemond is probably the one who would take somnophilia more literally. He would do everything he could to make sure his older sister would not wake up in the middle of the act, both because he is genuinely turned on by the idea of tasting her while she sleeps, but also because he does not want her to find out what a freaky pervert he is. And he does all of this little by little.

He always puts milk of the poppy in her drink before she goes to sleep, because Aemond is a gentle brother and always brings something for his older sister to eat and drink before the two of them went to their respective chambers. He is such a sweet younger brother, despite being quiet and reserved, that she did not even suspect that she was being fooled by him all those days.

Aemond started by telling himself that he just wanted to look. Then during the first night, after he was sure his sister was completely asleep, he just untied her white nightgown enough to expose her breasts. He looked at her as if she were the most beautiful painting in the world and started to jerking off, taking so much care not to let out any loud groans. From the third night on, Aemond felt kinda bolder, he opened that part of the fabric and also lifted her nightgown's skirt up, turning his sister's body to the front and admiring the golden hairs of her cunt. He knew she was a maiden, a true demure lady... So Aemond caressed there meticulously, his long thin fingers rubbing her clit until it was swollen and sticky, his hand lowering to her entrance, inserting one finger and more one later, moving them with slowness, but firmly enough to make her let out low unconscious whimpers. Sometimes Aemond managed to eat her out if she was already tired enough to even move in the sleep.

Whenever his older sister woke up the next day and joined the family for breakfast, Aemond's eyes were fixed on her and how the pretty girl always seemed to be in pain. Sometimes, he could even listen to her whispering to Helaena about the random pain in her lower parts, and Helaena would just frown and stared at Aemond with obvious suspicious. The younger one always just shrugged as if nothing had happened... after all, no one but him had ever believed in Helaena's revelatory dreams.

Aegon is Aegon, he is a self-confessed pervert and would not even try to give her milk of the poppy or anything to help her get sleepier and weaker. He simply invaded his older sister's private chambers at night, probably because he was drunk and still horny after the usual fun at the brothel, feeling more impulsive to satisfy his disgusting desire.

He took off his own clothes and lay down next to her, lifting the girl's nightgown and rubbing himself against her ass, his large hand leaving red marks from squeezing the soft skin of her breasts after he pulled them out.

Aegon wanted his sister to wake up. He wanted her to see how perverted he was, he wanted her to know how much he desired her. That was why he did not even care when the girl opened her eyes in panic. Aegon just covered her mouth from behind, telling her to be quiet and pretending to be a loving brother while he kissed her neck and whispered words of comfort before finally thrusting inside her.

Jace is a noble boy, or at least that is what everyone thinks. At least that was what he told himself before breaking into his older sister's chambers. He tried to convince himself that he was not a pervert. He tried to convince himself that his sister would actually like all of that. After all, they are betrothed to each other, he was just... Watching what will be rightfully his.

To be honest, Jacaerys did not remember the milk of the poppy too. It was an impulsive decision that he should have discarded right away, but then it was too late. He was kinder than Aegon, though. He leans in to check out his sister's body, enjoying the sight of her chest and her pretty little cunt in the moonlight streaming through the window, and then... He messed everything up.

He was so inexperienced, too eager. Jace knew he should have started slowly, savoring her unconsciousness little by little. However, the moment he rubbed the tip of his rosy and needy cock against her still-dry cunt, he realized how much fucked up he was. Her eyes were wide with fear and Jacaerys had to tearfully beg his older sister not to tell their mother. He was not a pervert, right?

[ozziyo]

dove's turn to take her love interest to the memorial gardens

(it's not that peaceful)

[knuiui]

Wilting Dove Masterlist . . ! | yan! Batfam x pjo! Reader

sum Being a Wayne is a privilege, a well known privilege that comes with the heavy costs of childhood being spent bouncing around Gotham's night sky, a barrage of wounds and battle scars, and a bunch of traumatized children.

Bruce Wayne is known by many names, a philandering bastard, a playboy, a womanizer who likes his bed warm with different women of rocking figures and status. But another name has been secretly trailing after the haughty billionaire the moment his second adopted son died and soon was replaced simply by another, is the wayne ceo, a deadbeat dad?

Now with the appearance of the youngest and his blood son, Damian Wayne, these rumors are undoubtedly beginning to rest but it seems before the fire even died more fuel has been added with the reveal of another child from the head of the wayne family, a blood child, that didn't grew up in the cold premises of the Wayne Manor, an unknown variable that didn’t enter the big bat’s radar for the last nineteen years.

genre dark, tragedy, yandere, crossover, canon divergence (pjo) betrayal, mature, violence, angst, heavy angst, gore, heavy violence and murder.. DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT

warnings there might be errors and typos please excuse them as english is not my first language, this series will include some but not following any canon plotline regarding any pjo book, timeline is kinda screwed up but I tried to make do with what I can, and lastly this is a yandere content and is purely for entertainment purposes and should not be condoned in real life

status soon started tba ended —

ᬊ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ༆

══════ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

The elusive Wayne family found out an unexpected connection that links them to the princess of the Astrelle family, whose patriarch recently died.

↻ Prolouge i.

↻ Prolouge ii.

↻ Prolouge iii.

𝑨𝒓𝒄 𝑰 - 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑫𝒐𝒗𝒆

═══════ 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄

As the saying goes ‘Blood is thicker than water’ but if a little bird was dropped off into another nest, it's up to the rest of the flock to bring their baby bird back home.

↻ Astrelle Family

↻ The Wayne Manor

↻ Little Dove

↻ tba.

↻ tba.

↻ tba.

𝑨𝒓𝒄 𝑰𝑰 - 𝒕𝒃𝒂.

spinoffs + shenanigans . . !

➴ from this.. what if

asks . . !

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