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lace-coffin · 5 months

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Hello! Merry Christmas! I just read the post of Asa reacting to his victim being attracted to slashers and omg I loved it! You did amazing on it ^^

If your still taking requests I would love a post where the slashers reacting to their victim watching their movie and being attracted/lustful towards their character ^^ if it's okay with you :] thanks!

How would the Slashers react to their S/O being attracted to their movie? (Nsfw)

Slashers x gn!Reader

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Thank you for the request! I’m super glad you liked my other fic 😭💕

Bubba Sawyer

You made a movie night of it, bubba hauling the outdated tv into your shared room for some privacy away from the family. She was nervous for you to see this, they already knew you were aware of the film but..to watch it together in person was so much more intimate. What if you thought he was a monster? What if you decided you didn’t mean all the “I love you’s” you’d whispered into the crook of their neck on comfy quiet nights?

After giving him some reassuring kisses over his mask and taking his bigger hand into yours, you begin the movie, bubba’s eyes fluttering nervously between yours and the screen the entire time.

She braces when the gorier parts happen, uncomfortable but excited in her own way to be this vulnerable with you. He cracks an eye open and forces himself to gauge your reaction, no matter how horrified it may be. You look..flustered? Face hot and tinted a deep shade of pink, hands noticeably clammy against bubba’s, legs drawn to yourself just subtly pressing together. Were you into this?

Just as the screaming girl is manhandled back into the sawyer house on screen you swear under your breath, almost jealous of the way your partner roughly grabs at her. “Fuck..so strong, you need to pick me up like that sometime” you drawl, poorly concealing your want as a half joke.

No time like the present you guess as bubba suddenly stands, height difference somehow even more evident when you’re wanting like this. A moment passes where you look each-other over, both red faced and panting. This is cut short as he grabs you around the waist, leaving no room to escape. You squeal in surprise but it quickly devolves into excited giggles, doing absolutely nothing to help the ache between your legs.

Bubba beams up at you as if they could do no wrong as they throw you into the bed, wrestling you into the position they want like a helpless doll.

An hour and multiple orgasms layer she’s still plowing into you with no sign of stopping, warm wet seed leaking from your abused hole. You never finished the movie.

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas has seen his movies a few times before, he doesn’t really feel one way or the other about them, just viewing it as a documentation of his life. Sometimes Hoyt will throw it on the tv on warm lazy evenings, beer in hand, ready to find himself hilarious for the 100th time. Thomas doesn’t quite understand why you and Hoyt like it so much but he doesn’t complain.

It’s happened the last few times you’ve seen it, even if it’s just playing as background noise. Seemingly unable to tear your eyes from the screen for over half the movie, especially during the bloodier parts involving your boyfriend, you suddenly leave the room in a hurry. Thomas had thought nothing of it the first few times, just guessing you couldn’t hold your beer or something but sure enough it happens again this evening and he can’t bear the curiosity any longer. Thomas waits a few minutes as to not raise suspicion before following you the way you came.

What he finds does not disappoint. Backed against the bathroom wall your hand is clasped over your mouth tight, fingers working desperately under your half tugged down jeans to relieve yourself. This entire time you’d been turned on by it? By him slaughtering people? The thought of you wanting him so carnally stirs deep in his abdomen.

“I’m sorry Tommy it’s just, the way you take what you want and, and hold them down when they’re pleading..fuck, it does something to me”

The look of shock plastered against Tommy’s raised brows quickly transforms into a look of smugness. Your jeans are tugged down around your ankles uncaringly before you can continue to explain. Just enough room to Thomas to take what he wants, what you need. His hot mouth works over you roughly, not caring about technique as much as just having you in his mouth, claiming you, feeling all he can. You tug his hair into a death grip the closer you get to the edge, making Tommy groan in response and double his efforts. The orgasm hits you like a train, it’s sudden and rough and filthy, you wouldn’t have it any other way. Tommy removes himself from you finally, lips swollen and spit slick, dopey fucked out look on his face.

Asa Emory

It’s almost like a sick treat, this predicament you’ve found yourself in more than once, and probably will again in the future. Having a cushy spot in the collection as Asa’s favourite pet definitely has its perks, but in return you must admit you tend to get a little sloppy, bratty even. Getting too confident in your place and pushing your masters will. Obviously Asa doesn’t stand for this. This is how you find yourself placed in his lap on the black leather sofa, wrists cuffed together in front of you and legs spread either side of his.

In times like these Asa likes to show you what happens if you don’t behave, if you aren’t his beloved pet, If you’re a dazed fly caught in his web with no sign of escape.

The movie starts of slowly, you’re still a bit red faced from being cuffed down but relatively calm in your place on his thighs, finding it kind of cute seeing Asa in his exterminator gear on the sleek tv. Asa only runs a stray hand over your thigh for now, running close to where your thigh meets hip and dipping back down. Not enough to do anything but enough to get the cogs turning in your head and enough to get your legs squirming.

Your owners hands delve down to the centre of your thighs as the movie picks up, Asa roughing up victims on screen with such measured precision it’s almost erotic on its own. The gloved hand running over your clothed need doesn’t help either.

Eventually the torture scenes begin, Asa finally tugging off your underwear and widening his thighs, by proxy widening yours bracketed around them. Lubed up fingers work their way into your aching hole, other hand under your chin, forcing you to look at the screen. “Look at that cricket, these people were ill mannered and got what was coming to them, we’d hate for that to happen to you, hm?” The parallel between the writhing groaning victims on screen and you also writhing and moaning in a lewd way makes you feel disgusting in the best way possible. The only difference is you’re a willing victim.

You choke out a particularly loud moan as his long fingers hit a sensitive spot, wrenching your eyes shut in process. “I said look you stupid mutt.” Asa snaps, tugging your head back towards the screen. “I know you love it when I play in your guts but let’s hope you regain your manners so I don’t have to do it that way, yes?” He says coolly as a man is being disembowelled, slightly amused at the gore in-front of him.

The gore used to make you feel strange, not able to completely connect to it as it always seemed unreal through the tv, but it made you feel like you were prying, seeing people’s most hopeless and intimate last moments. It felt almost perverse to see this desperate side to someone at the hands of an uncaring god. After multiple occasions of viewing it and heavy petting from Sir during you’ve started to associate the sick acts on screen with pleasure at the hands of your master. Simultaneously causing pain to others and vile pleasure to you at the same time.

Asa edges you a few times during the more violent moments, waiting for the grand finale to let you finish, he revels in the way you moan for him, squirming and trying to get more whilst only being permitted what he gives you. It’s ironic how greedy you are for his touch while being shown on screen what happens when you try push him further then you should but he can’t help finding it endearing on you.

By the time the credits have rolled you’ve finally been allowed to cum once, and again, and again. Until your legs are shaking, trying to force themselves closed around your masters spread ones for some reprieve from the onslaught of overstimulation. “Didn’t that feel good? You see where being a well trained dog gets you?” Asa chuckles darkly into your ear before landing one last slap onto your abused hole. “Let’s keep it that way cricket.”

Billy lenz

You share the old mattress on the attic floor together, head laid on Billy’s lap. The picture on the tv in front of you isn’t amazing but it’ll do. You’ve seen black Christmas a few times so it’s not like it matters if you miss a few details, just happy to see your partner on screen and be sharing quality time together.

Usually with Billy’s attention span he ends up skipping over the bits that don’t include him much, complaining about the “pig bitches” on screen being boring. You’re not sure if he does this because he’s genuinely bored or if he just wants to skip to the parts that make you flustered. Occasionally you make it through the whole thing but it’s a rare occurrence.

As soon as your lover on screen starts spewing filth over the old rotary phone it’s over. Usually Billy would all but jump your bones, not now though. He loves to see the way you try act coy, like the disgusting words being thrown down the phone don’t bother you at all, in reality a familiar feeling is stirring between your thighs and Billy knows it.

One hushed low moan and a needy look is all it takes for Billy to pounce on you. You giggle and palm him over his trousers, trying to get him as riled up as you can before actually initiating anything. It works because in moments he’s grabbing your hair with force and pushing your face into his clothed cock. “Hurry up piggy, to.. to slow..teasing slut, need you on my cock”

Now settled with your head back in his lap and cock down your throat, you continue the movie, warming his needy cock as you watch the brutality on screen. It never fails to amuse you how Billy’s cock twitches in the murder scenes.

Jason Vorehees

Jason isn’t shy about his movies, he’s done those things on screen before and an uncountable amount of times offscreen too. To be honest there’s so many of the movies he doesn’t always remeber the plot of each despite literally being in them. He does however remember that the movie usually ends with his cock buried in you.

Jason doesn’t really understand why you find his acts of violence so impressive but, he’s not complaining. He can admit he looks pretty broad and strong in some scenes.

Since the movie marathons usually end the way they do it means Jason is already wound up before the tape has been pushed into the player. Dark mottled skin beneath his mask flushing even deeper. You both ignore the tent in his torn trousers for now, not wanting to ruin the illusion that you both don’t already know what’s going to go down.

After a grotesque on screen death Jason is guiding your hand to his wet clothed cock, head tilted down in embarrassment, his good eye wrenched shut in shame. This shame seems to melt away later on in the evening as you have two fingers slipped into your boyfriend’s desperate hole, fucking into his prostate with fervour. Jason almost seems like another person as he’s riding your hand greedily.

The credits roll but the movie had been long abandoned anyway, you have more pressing things to concentrate on. Like the way your lovers cock jumps and pulses, cum staining his shirt and dribbling down to mix with the lube between his legs.

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms isn’t a massive fan of watching his movie, the scenes in it bringing back the painful memories way too vividly for him to handle. He will however watch it if you beg him enough, promising to skip the uncomfortable scenes and only watch the ones he doesn’t mind, and also the fact you bribe him with a mid-movie handjob also helps.

It’s really a battle of self control for Brahms, already pawing at you before the movie title even pops up, he’s here for one thing. Well two things, he loves spending time with his lovely partner, but right now it seems his brain is being controlled by his cock. You can tell him no and bat him away a few times, the dominance in your voice will only go straight to his dick anyway, kind of defeating the object but he’s not objecting by any means.

The push and pull of desperation and dominance eventually gets to much for Brahms, resigning to begging. “Please mommy/daddy/master I’ve been so good, did what you said, please, need it”

Tell Brahms how good he’s been for you whilst teasing his leaky tip, circling your thumb over his slit and hearing the pathetic whines he lets out. If you’re feeling really mean you can edge him during the duration of the movie, telling him to look at how bad he’s been on screen, like a dog who needs a muzzle. Your poor partners brain is essentially mush by the end of it, hazy and exhausted from reaching the edge so many times but being denied, a soft slap to the cock if he complains.

Michael Myers

Michael doesn’t understand the need to watch his movies, he was there and committed the atrocities on the tv, why does he need to see it again? He’s not against it though, by that I mean he won’t leave the room if you start playing it and he happens to be on one of the sofas. But he doesn’t really interact.

His attention never stays on the tv long, mostly trained on you and your reactions. It would probably be unnerving to most to have this prolific killer staring them down unblinkingly from across the room, but that’s just Michael. If anything it worries you more when you can’t feel his gaze burning into your back, almost strangely comforted by knowing he’s near.

You make a show of paying extra attention to his kills, pointedly commenting about how powerful and sexy he looks covered in blood like that. Michael knows you do it on purpose but he can’t deny it defiantly works to excite him, he’s not been used to a lot of praise in his life so he supposes it makes sense in some way that it would have that effect on him.

Despite what you may think Michael does have a decent amount of self control when it comes to you, he definitely does if it means he gets to watch you torture yourself by not touching, just rearranging your legs over and over in an attempt to relieve the pressure. Michael sees all the desperate looks he pretends not to notice.

Eventually he tires of playing his part as the none the wiser partner and stands from the sofa, briskly crossing the living room and slinging you over his shoulder. If you want to get fucked by Michael Myers then why wait? He makes a point of turning the tv off and grabbing his knife on the way upstairs.

The movie was dull to Michael but the way he’s bullying his cock into you definitely isn’t. The way you gasp and hiccup against him as he holds his signature knife to your throat is burned in his memory. Michael wouldn’t actually hurt you with it but if you happen to catch yourself a little he’s more than happy to lap it up from your neck as he fucks into you.

Yautja (female and male)

Female

Her movies are always a hit when she’s nesting, you spend hours cuddled up in the warm furs along side each-other anyway so you might as well revisit some old favourites whilst you do. Your mate is insatiable during mating season, never straying far from the nest nor your flushed body.

She adores the way your body reacts to the tv version of her, easily sensing the way your heart rate picks up when she thunderously bellows in pride after a kill. It’s also obvious in the way you can’t keep your hands off her during these scenes, you can’t believe the beast that’s all muscle, dominance and sex appeal on the tv is your girlfriend. The same girlfriend who lets you gently trace her mandibles and pet her dreads.

During this season she needs no excuse to fuck you into the furs anyway so it never lasts long before she’s pinning you to the nest floor. Her hips rutt into you with a primal want, the need to mark and breed, she knows she can’t actually put a pup in you but god is she going to try. It can go on like this until the movie is long over, more concerned in sliding against eachother as hard as you can until you’re both completely fucked out. She’s not satisfied until you’ve cum multiple times and are littered in bruises and bites from her sharpe mandibles.

Once she’s happy with the wreck she’s turned you into she’ll pull you close against her warm scaly skin, purring and clicking into your sweaty tired skin.

Male

Mating season hits and it’s it’s anyone guess what will set your mate off, something as simple as looking cute whilst cooking or admiring the skulls he presented to you can be enough to have your bent over and panting.

Today it’s watching his movie that does it for him, you only commented in passing how handsome and capable he looked taking down multiple trained specialists like it was nothing. You saw the effect it had on him and giggled mischievously, knowing how he gets this time of year. Your laugh must have translated to a challenge to him because it only takes a matter of seconds for him to slam you into the floor, snarling in your face, mandibles flared.

Your mate shows you who’s in charge by grabbing your hair in a death grip, forcing you to watch him kill on screen as he slams into you, bottoming out each time. You swear you can feel him in your stomach, trying his hardest to fuck all you can take into your stretched, lewdly squelching hole.

He demands you watch and tell him how much of a good mate he is as he finally pops his knot into you, stuffing you full and binding you together until you take all his cum, until his body decides he’s breed you thoroughly enough to make his seed take.

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lokischocolatefountain · 6 months

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Seven

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader

Rating: Gen (kind of a crack fic if you ask me)

Summary: You and Javi discuss children

“How many?”

“Hmm?”

“You keep saying children plural. How many do you want?” You asked, flipping through the pages of the magazine idly. You weren’t even reading, just looking at pictures and reading a gossipy headline about some of the other actress.

“Hmmm seven?”

“Fuck no!”

“Why not?”

“Why not? WHY NOT?” You asked, horrified. “Javier, I’m a human being, not a baby making machine. You have a government job and I’m just a lab tech. We will never have 7 kids money unless you pocket some of the cocaine you seize. God, can you imagine if they all wanted to go to law school? Or medical school?”

“I wasn’t thinking that far ahead,” he said, taking the magazine from you and setting it aside. He pulled you into his lap, kissing you neck from behind and making you squirm. “I was focused on how hot you’ll look pregnant.”

“Of course you were. Horndog,” you scolded, pinching the arm that held you close. He hissed, but didn’t loosen his hold, only pulling you in closer.

“Can you blame me? With such a hot girlfriend, a man is bound to let his imagination run wild.”

“Shut up.”

“Five?” He asked, making you angrier.

“Are you trying to have a family or form a basketball team?”

He laughed before kissing her lips. “Four?” He bargained.

“Three is the absolute maximum for me.”

“Then three is good.”

“Yeah?” You asked, softer when you heard the sincerity in the reply that came with no hesitation.

“Mhmm.”

“But everything is up for debate after the first one,” you added, just in case. Pregnancy did not look fun and you didn’t want him holding you to this if you were too fucked up from the first pregnancy to try again. “I might hate being pregnant and never want to have another one again. We might have to be satisfied with one baby.”

“That’s good too, baby. I only want as many children as you’ll give me. Whether that’s one or three or seven.”

“Definitely not seven.” You smiled, adjusting yourself to sit back on the sofa with just your legs in his lap. “And no bargaining on gender either. If we have three daughters, you can’t ask for another one just to try for a son.”

“I would love three daughters. Why do you think I’ll ask you for a fourth one after that?”

“I don’t know,” you said, shrugging. “Men usually want sons. To teach them soccer or go fishing or whatever.”

“I’ll teach our three daughters soccer. Girls have legs. And I don’t care for fishing anyway. If they want to be with animals, they can take care of the ranch.”

“God, I planning my life out with a ranchero who wants a million kids!” You said, laughing.

“You’re just realizing that?”

“Oh god, I don’t know what’s worse— ranchero or DEA agent. Do you like chop wood shirtless or something? Cause I can’t handle that. I will end up having 7 kids if I saw that.”

“You’re mixing up rancheros with lumberjacks, baby. But I’ll learn to chop wood if you want. And I’ll teach our daughters to chop wood too. And how to shoot. And how to fix a car. Teach them plumbing and everything. So that they don’t have to call their boyfriends at midnight to ask them to fix their sink,” he said, making you giggle at the recollection of that night.

“Oh please, you weren’t complaining,” you scoffed, reminding him of the night he came over to fix your sink and ended up staying all night and all day in your bed.

“Exactly. No boy is slithering into my daughter’s bed like that. I won’t allow it.”

You scoffed. Oh you poor little fool… “You think my father didn’t teach me how to fix my sink, Javier? That I didn’t break it just to invite you over?”

“Fuck!”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck. Let’s have three sons.”

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explorevenus · 1 year

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something permanent, pt. 2 ♡ yandere!leon kennedy x reader

nsfw (18+) - minors pls pls pls dni!!! i’m so for serious rn

find pt. 1 here! ♡

find pt. 3 here! ♡

reminder that this is a dark fic!! if any of the following bothers you, do not read: yandere!leon kennedy, kidnapping, manipulation, corruption/training, stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, forced breeding

word count - 3.9k

description - darling wakes up in the infirmary, all patched up after the events of pt. 1 -- upon her return home, leon and darling get to know and trust each other better... sort of. ((no smut in this one i’m sorry but i’m way too invested in this now so i’m Lore Building))

tags/warnings - yandere!leon kennedy, fem/afab!reader, kidnapping, medical stuff (no blood/gore this time tho), implied onset stockholm syndrome, forced daddy kink, pet names (princess, doll, sweetheart, etc.), dollification if u squint, leon is much sweeter in this one (he’s still deranged tho), a healthy dose of angst, darling misses her friends and family

a/n - AHHHHH i’m so glad y’all are liking this and want more of it. i was so honestly convinced i was going to get shunned for this. anyway enjoy some bonding time between leon and darling. it’s a little refreshing but it also doesn’t mean the deranged shit is over lololol. p.s. my ask box is aggressively open for business on ideas for this series. i love riffing w/ y’all about yandere leon, it’s my life blood, so don’t be shy ♡

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fic below the cut, thanks so much for reading and i hope u enjoy !! ♡

- venus ♡

When you awoke again, you certainly felt much better. Refreshed, almost, if it weren't for the way the lights stung your eyes. The agonizing pain between your legs that was the last thing you remembered before you lost consciousness had subsided into a dull ache.

You reached up to rub the sleep from your eyes and properly observe your surroundings, quick to take notice of the IV line embedded in the back of your right hand. You blinked, looking around the room-- it was white and sterile, it certainly looked like a hospital but remembering the phone call Leon had in the car, you knew it wasn't exactly that. Even so, you were in a papery gown, laid on papery sheets, and an analog clock menacingly ticked away high up on the wall.

You were quick to sit up at the sound of distant footsteps growing nearer to the door-- the time you'd spent in Leon's "care" had kept you especially aware of the sound-- and as your dreary, horrified eyes locked on to the door you heard the beeps of your heartbeat monitor gain speed.

The heavy door swung open to reveal a doctor you weren't familiar with, and Leon was closely behind him. The doctor took in the sight of you awake with a content smile and piped up, "Ahh, there you are! Feeling better?"

Your mouth was dry. You nodded stiffly, shrinking toward the wall as if you could get any further away from them.

Leon shook his head and chided, "Words, princess. Be polite."

You swallowed nothing. "Y-Yes, doctor, I'm feeling better. Thank you."

"I'm glad to hear it," The doctor replied, checking over your vitals on the monitor to the left of your bed, absently marking down his findings on paper. "How about mentally?"

You blinked. "W-What?"

"Mentally," He repeated. "Leon told me what brought you here. Do you still feel you might be a danger to yourself?"

Mouth agape, eyes wide, you glanced over at Leon who gave you a cold look, no doubt in an attempt to remind you what you'd agreed upon before he brought you here.

You looked back to the doctor. "I'm sorry, what exactly did Leon tell you?"

"Do you not remember?" The doctor asked. "You lost quite a lot of blood, so memory loss is not uncommon in these scenarios. Why don't I step out for a few and let you chat while I check over your charts?"

Your eyes widened even further in a look that begged him not to leave you alone with Leon, but it didn't matter. Almost immediately, Leon told the doctor that sounded like a good idea and walked him to the door.

As soon as it swung shut, you piped up, "Leon, what did you say?"

He shrugged dismissively. "I said you had a breakdown while I was at work and I came home to you covered in blood."

It sounded... absurd. Even more absurd upon realizing that a real life medical doctor accepted that excuse. You scoffed. "Are you serious? You told the doctor I threw a fit for no reason and ripped my IUD out and he believed you?"

"I don't see why he wouldn't," He said smugly as he sat at the edge of the bed, taking hold of your hand. "There's a lot you don't know about me, doll. What I say definitely goes around here."

"Oh," You replied in a near whisper, swallowing dryly. "That's... nice."

The room went quiet and suddenly the air felt heavy. If you didn't feel fucked before you definitely felt fucked now. You reached weakly for the water bottle on the table beside you, but as soon as he noticed what you were reaching for he was quick to spring up from where he sat to grab it for you.

"I've got it, baby," He hummed, smoothing your hair out of your face as he perched the straw up to your mouth. "Don't overexert yourself, now."

As if I even could fucking overexert myself with the monumental task of grabbing a water bottle, you thought, casting your gaze to the floor as you sipped idly through the straw. Even facing away from him you could feel his cobalt eyes boring into you, burning holes in your skin. You nearly shivered, but suppressed it.

Soon after, the door opened and the doctor returned. "All caught up, you two?" He asked jovially.

"Uh, y-yes, thank you," You forced a smile.

"Good," He hummed. "You should be alright to head home now. I've prescribed some antibiotics for you to take as a precaution. We don't want you getting infected-- it could lead to infertility."

Is that so? You thought, clenching your jaw. "Infertility?" You asked.

"Yes, unfortunately. Leon told me you two are trying, so I figured we should play things on the safe side," He said.

You felt Leon's grip on your hand tighten. The word alone clearly stressed him out.

"That being said," The doctor continued, "I would advise you to avoid sex for at least six weeks. There was some trauma to the cervix that's going to need time to heal, and again, we don't want to risk infection."

Leon's grip was nearly crushing the bones in your hand and even so, you couldn't help but crack a little smile. "You're absolutely right. We wouldn't want to risk anything, right, Leon?"

"Right," He agreed stiffly.

Those six weeks couldn't have possibly passed slower for Leon. He couldn't stop hating himself for what he'd done to you, putting you in so much pain, putting you at such high risk. He couldn't help but beat himself up over it.

He chose to bide his time by doting on his darling relentlessly, even more than usual. He took that entire first week off of work just so he could keep an eye on you at all hours of the day. Any little wince was met quickly with ibuprofen and a hot water bottle. He set an alarm on his phone to make sure you took your antibiotics at the same time every night. He was even more adamant about ensuring you were eating and sleeping enough. When he caught you getting restless, he would take you on little drives around the neighborhood.

The inability to have sex for six weeks left a lot of time for talking, something he hadn't realized he so sorely needed until he didn't have a choice. He did want to get to know you on your terms, to understand the intricacies of your life and the way your brain worked. Truthfully, he wanted to know everything there was to know about you.

That way, he could better understand what you really needed.

"Le-" You caught yourself, clearing your throat before starting again. "D-Daddy, can I ask you something?"

The blonde smiled softly, cupping your chin as you laid in bed together. He was spooning you tightly and some random crime show was playing softly from the TV, but you weren't convinced either of you were really paying attention to it. You could feel his eyes glued to you the entire time.

"Of course, princess. What's on your mind, hm?"

You swallowed nervously, looking down at the floor. "Am I... am I missing?"

"What do you mean?" He tilted his head.

"Like... my family, my friends. Are they looking for me?" You asked.

He shrugged. "You don't have to worry about that, honey. I have the resources to make that sort of thing go away."

Tears rimmed your eyes, but you didn't show it. You took a deep, controlled breath before nodding, "Oh... okay."

A few beats of silence passed, and you nearly gave it up, but you couldn't help but pry further.

"Y-You didn't really answer the question, though," You said quietly. "Are they looking for me?"

"What does it matter?" He tightened his arm around your waist, nibbling at your ear, "You're safe with me. I intend to give you everything you'll ever need. That's no one else's business but ours."

You didn't think he realized he'd given you the answer without saying it explicitly. Your chest wound up into a knot, your stomach dropping. You couldn't stop thinking about how awful your loved ones must feel, begging for answers to your disappearance only to be met with doors slammed in their faces because Leon somehow managed to keep everything and everyone under his thumb.

Including you.

An image flooded your brain of your little apartment collecting dust as your closest friends and family entered with their keys to find everything exactly as you'd left it. You could see them all wandering your space, trying not to touch anything, scouring every inch for clues and perhaps realizing how much of your things were missing. Would they think you left on your own accord? Would they give up when they realized the authorities wouldn't help them?

Had they given up already?

The dam broke and you couldn't suppress your feelings any longer. You began to weep, tears spilling out over your cheeks as you involuntarily curled back into Leon's warm chest for some semblance of comfort. In your defense, he was pretty good at providing it, and at times like this it was just easier to give in.

He shushed you softly, petting your hair away from your face, pressing soft kisses to your temple. "I've got you, sweetheart. You're okay. Just let it out."

Something about him telling you to let it out made you really let it out. Your eyes screwed shut and you began to bawl, gripping his strong forearms to pull him closer as if he could possibly do so-- you were practically tangled around each other. You shifted your hips and turned over in his arms, burying yourself in his broad, bare chest, wetting his smooth skin with your anguish. He didn't care, he just held you tight and rubbed your back, whispering sweet praises and comforting affirmations into the crown of your hair.

"You're okay, princess. You're alright," He spoke lowly, lips brushing softly over the top of your head. He smelled so good, like cedarwood body wash, like fresh aftershave, like protection. "Poor baby. I know it hurts, but you've been such a good girl for me. Such a brave, sweet girl."

You went truly boneless, melting into his warmth, gripping him close like he'd just disappear if you let go. The irony was not lost on you-- you knew it was wrong to bask in his affection, to cry for comfort from the man who'd caused all your problems to begin with, but what choice did you have? You spent so much of your days alone now that you were starting to get sick of yourself.

It felt like you were going crazy. Every morning he would leave for work and you would feel some kind of relief for maybe an hour or two before you found yourself missing him. Longing for someone to talk to, someone to hold you and kiss you and just be in your presence. Longing for the way he'd play with your hair and rub your back, dote on your every need, even the way he'd mark up your body with his teeth. 6:00 p.m. would roll around and you'd find yourself restlessly pacing the room, glancing over at the door, pressing your ear up against it to listen, gazing out the locked window to search for his car.

When he'd walk in you'd try really hard to pretend like you weren't so eagerly waiting for him, but you think he was starting to catch on to your lowered guard. It almost seemed like in return, his guard was lowering as well. He still remained vigilant about keeping the doors and windows locked when he wasn't home, but every now and then he would take you out into the living room, let you hang out in the kitchen while he cooked for you, let you sit by the sliding glass door to sunbathe and gaze into the backyard.

The strangest part of it all was you didn't really feel inclined to take advantage of his leniency. He kept his eyes on you at all times, so it's not like you had much of a chance to misbehave even if you wanted to, but knowing deep down that Leon had his resources and his ways of being able to track you down if you were to disappear made the prospect of escape that much less enticing.

In fact, making a break for it was starting to feel more dangerous and scary than just staying put.

Leon's voice, a low whisper, broke you out of your hazy confliction. "What do you need, puppy? What can I do to make you feel better, huh?"

"J-Jus' want daddy," You sniffled, haze settled over your brain, body aching and trembling with upset.

"You've got me. I'm right here, pup," He soothed, swiping your tears away from your reddened cheeks. "Poor baby... I'm right here."

It wasn't long before his hushed reassurances and gentle touch, coupled with the pure exhaustion of crying, lulled you into a deeper sleep than you had had since day one.

When you woke up the next morning you felt... weird, to say the least. After having cried it out your brain was much clearer now, and with that came the sickening realization of what you'd let happen last night. After all, from the second your tired eyes pried open, the first thing you noticed was Leon's arms still wrapped tightly around you. Suddenly you felt nauseous, disgusted with yourself.

You laid still as stone in his hold, trying your hardest not to move in fear of waking him. Perhaps last night you couldn't stand the thought of being alone with your thoughts but now you felt that was all you needed. You casted your eyes to the alarm clock next to the bed-- it was 5:45 a.m. 15 minutes until Leon's alarm would go off and he would have to get up, get ready and leave for work. Then you would truly be alone.

You couldn't pry your eyes away from the glowing red numbers, seconds stretching into what felt like hours as you waited impatiently for the alarm to sound. Your eyes dried and went sore before you remembered you needed to blink.

The soft peachy sunlight peeking in through the window would have been quite pleasant in any other circumstance. These days, it just came as a sore reminder of the time you'd lost locked in a psychopath's bedroom 24 hours a day. You thought of how nice it felt every now and then when he would let you accompany him to other areas of the house, and how much nicer it would be if you could just leave whenever you wanted. How nice it would feel to have that peachy sunrise beam directly on your skin. How nice it would feel to have grass between your toes, to drive a car again, to go to a restaurant.

With that reality just on the other side of the glass, it was as if the universe was laughing in your face. Dangling what you needed right in front of you and telling you that you couldn't have it. You might have started crying again if you hadn't drained yourself dry last night.

It suddenly dawned on you that if you had any sort of chance of escape, now would be the time. The likelihood of you being pregnant was incredibly slim, given recent events, and he trusted you more than ever by now. You weren't sure how you were going to pull it off, but you didn't have any choice but to try.

Your brain melded into a mush of ideas-- you could try the window, but the bedroom was on the second floor and it wouldn't be much use trying to jump out if you were just going to break your legs on the way down and have him find you that way upon his return home. You had tried jamming the lock on the door before and he'd caught you every time. There was no way he wouldn't catch you trying it now.

Your burning eyes trailed away from the alarm clock-- 5:53 a.m.-- and began to wander the room. Although there wasn't an inch of it you hadn't explored by now, you couldn't help but think there had to be something you could use to take the doorknob off. Anything even remotely resembling a screwdriver would be worth a try. Of course Leon wasn't stupid enough to leave tools lying around for you to play with, but perhaps you could find a viable work-around in something otherwise mundane. A nail file, a coin, tweezers, anything.

You were also painfully aware of how easy it might be for him to find you once you'd escaped, if you could escape. If you had any hope of getting the fuck out of town and hiding out, you would have to get to your apartment first, where your wallet was probably still collecting dust on your bedside table. If you could scrape up enough cash to catch a train or a Greyhound bus, you could be states away before he even got off work. Despite the nagging voice in the back of your head screaming this is a bad idea, all you could think about was how much it would be worth the risk if you managed to pull it off.

If I could manage to get the doorknob off, maybe I can get through the front door, too, and if not, maybe I could smash the sliding glass wi--

The alarm clock began screeching, signaling the start of Leon's day and reminding me you that you were supposed to be pretending to sleep. You screwed your eyes shut and shuffled around in his arms at the noise like you usually would, not wanting to arouse any suspicion that you weren't really sleeping.

Apparently, that wasn't sufficient.

"How long have you been awake, sweetheart?"

The first words out of his mouth. Fuck.

You shrugged innocently. "I don't know. Fifteen minutes or so."

He reached over you to shut off the alarm, tucking your hair behind your ear so he could cup your cheek and look into your eyes. "Hmm. Did you sleep alright?"

"Yeah, I slept pretty well, actually," You replied, looking right back into his own cobalt eyes as if to sell what you were saying even further. "I must be sleeping on your schedule now."

"Must be," He hummed, leaning in to lazily kiss your forehead.

It was a normal response, and maybe you were just being paranoid, but something about the tone in his voice made you feel like he didn't really believe you. You tried as hard as you could to force yourself not to react. You couldn't risk making him suspicious of you when you wholly planned on executing your escape today.

The two of you laid in silence for a few minutes, not atypical for him to want to snuggle for a while in the mornings, but eventually he really had to get out of bed and take a shower. Leon gave you a quick peck on the lips before disentangling himself from you, slinking out from beneath the covers and heading to the bathroom to wash up for the day.

You only really felt safe again once you heard the water running, letting out a deep, labored breath you hadn't realized was stuck deep inside your lungs.

Still, you had a job to do for now, and that job was acting normal.

You rose from the bed, turning on the lights and perusing the closet for something to wear. For the first few weeks you were there, Leon would return home for the day with more and more of your belongings, including clothes, and you had deduced it was because he was gradually moving your entire life into his bedroom. That being said, it was sort of nice to at least be surrounded by your own things and able to wear your own clothes.

Settling on a soft sweater and leggings, you gathered your outfit from where the items were neatly folded and began dressing yourself. On Leon's days off he preferred to pick your clothes out for you-- and dress you himself-- but on days like today when he had to get to work and wasted too much time cradling you in bed, he just didn't have the time, which was sort of a relief.

Once you were dressed you sat at the edge of the bed, turning on the TV to click through random channels. It was nice to have a glimpse into the outside world every now and again. You passed by a blur of morning cartoons, tabloid talk shows and sports recaps in search of a cooking show or a documentary or something, but as you flipped through the channels you saw a familiar face and nearly passed out. You quickly switched back to the news channel.

"--friends and family allege authorities have been no help in the search for the missing girl, leaving them to take matters into their own hands. Concerned loved ones have searched the vacant apartment for clues, attempted to track her devices and have left missing posters all over the city, each and every one, they say, has vanished within hours..."

Your heart sank deeply into your stomach. Tears welled up in your eyes. The fire to escape roared even louder within you. You had to put your hand over your mouth to quiet yourself as you began to cry.

The familiar face on the screen was you.

The image quickly switched over from your face to footage of your distraught friends and family speaking through tears.

"We don't know what's going on, if this is a cover-up or just negligent policing. All we want is answers to what happened to her. She was never the type to up and leave without saying a word. If she's out there somewhere hearing this, we want her to know that all we want is for her to come home. We hope she's safe, wherever she is, and on the off-chance she really did leave on her own, we just want to know why--"

The sound of the shower water shutting off jolted you back into focus. You hurriedly changed the channel back to the cartoons and wiped the tears off your face with lightning speed. Try as you might to relax, you knew you were still stiff, but you needed to compose yourself.

The bathroom door opened, warm steam rolling out in his wake as Leon re-entered the room in nothing but a towel hung low on his waist, water droplets peppering his alabaster skin.

"Cartoons this morning, huh?" He asked, smooching the crown of your head.

You shrugged apathetically. "Couldn't find anything better to watch, I guess."

He got dressed and gathered his things, keys jangling in his large hand as he gave you another kiss on the lips and took ahold of your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes.

"Have a good day, princess," He said. "Behave yourself for me, okay?"

There was definitely something in his tone that indicated he knew something you didn't. You nodded hesitantly.

"O-Okay, daddy, I will."

"Good girl," He said flatly, squeezing your jaw just a little bit, almost like a show of power, before walking out the door with a distinct click of the lock behind him.

Maybe you wouldn't be escaping today after all.

find part 3 here! ♡

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sukunasweetheart · 2 months

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im gonna tell you my favorite thing about sukuna right neow because i think youd be the best writer to write this (i jus love you) of yoru uncomfortbale, its ok. But hear this knowledge i know that you may not know or if you do thats GREAT.

sukuna can lactate. CANNONICALLY.

PLEASEEEEE lmfoaksdn i love this... ive read a few fics with trueform sukuna lactating and maybe its my turn to do a little something for it too... this is ur warning lmao it turns very smutty at the end bye

its good for a little sub!sukuna too, he's never let anyone come near his chest except you, so he'd probably be new to all the sensations youd give him ^^ you're overexcited and sukuna is probably grimacing at you, thinking youre a weirdo and a pervert for wanting to suck on his teet so bad, but after a lot of convincing, he lets you try to relieve the ache of his TIDDIES with a big eye roll

and boy, does it feel weird. you suck on his nipple like a newborn, and as your tongue rolls around his sensitive bud, he can't stop the shudders that go down his spine. his growing erection becomes painfully obvious and he's almost horrified about it, why does this feel so good?

you groan at the taste of his sweet milk and he finds it oddly fulfilling-- knowing that you're enjoying the taste of his...milk. you roll your hips around against his boner and sukuna's large hands land on your waist to guide your movements.

you suck on his one nipple until it's puffy and swollen and run dry, before moving on to the other one.

"fuck... slow down. it's not goin' anywhere," sukuna huffs at you, looking down at you with flushed cheeks and red ears. you don't respond, only continuing to squeeze out every drop from him using your mouth. you're also getting wetter and wetter between your legs with every passing second, drunk from his sweet taste, wondering how such a bitter man could produce something like this out of his chest.

sukuna breathes heavier above you, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head as you lap up every drop that comes out. he jerks his hips up every now and then, unable to help himself. he'll need to fuck you dumb after this as a punishment-- or a reward, perhaps?

he gets closer to soiling his hakama pants with his load, but he's doing everything to hold back because it's humiliating enough that the king of curses lactates, and is currently letting someone drink from his pecs. he can't be cumming into his clothes like a virgin on top of that. he grits his teeth and restrains himself.

it was a futile effort however, because you do something unthinkable and brave on your part, suddenly using your teeth into the mix, biting lightly on his sensitive nipple, immediately sending him over the edge.

sukuna jolts and his clothed cock presses up against you as he blows his load into his pants, the shock of the painful pleasure having shot down his spine. you hear him groan deeply and hiss at you, retaliating by grabbing a handful of your hair. but you're unrelenting, and your mouth is still latched onto him. your cheeky grin pisses him off.

once his orgasm subsides, sukuna pries your lips away from his puffy nipples. they're swollen and sensitive. he has tears barely protruding from the corners of his eyes, and there is a brilliant blush on his face.

"fucking hell. you're insatiable. one perverted fucking woman," he tells you with a growl.

"but you liked it. loved it, even. so much that you came in your pants-"

you yelp as you're manhandled onto the bed. sukuna practically tears the clothes off from your body, stripping you bare, down to your dripping wet pussy. he roughly slots his fingers into your soaking cunt, a mean glare in his eyes, having flared up from your provoking.

"you're sopping wet. not much better than me, are you?" sukuna sneers, fingering your most delicate spot. you moan, unable to respond, too preoccupied with the pleasure.

he removes his digits and then shoves them into your own mouth, to shut you up. then, he frees his still aching cock from his pants and shoves it into you all in one go.

"all nice and loose f' me," he groans, feeling your welcoming walls around his dick.

"i wonder if i bred you nice and full- would i get to have a taste of your milk too?"

you suck on his fingers and whimper, full of lust and desire.

"oh? ...you don't seem to hate the idea. i'll fuck a baby into you, then," he says darkly.

...and a blissful night ensues, where you get to enjoy getting pumped full of the milk from his cock, not just his tits.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 months

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Dirty Work 34

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as bullying, familial discord/abuse, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You start a new gig and find one of your clients to be hard to please.

Characters: Loki

Note: It must be wet wednesday.

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I love you all immensely. Take care. 💖

Mr. Laufeyson sits with one long leg crossed over the other, his back against the headboard. He holds a book in his hands, eyes narrowed at the tight font as you emerge from the bathroom. You feel a lot nicer after a shower. Calmer too when you see him.

He doesn’t look up as you come around the bed and climb up on the other side. With a long day in the car ahead of you, you’re eager to tuck in. As your bottom touches the mattress, you're reminded of the raw bruises and tender gashes. You hold back a whimper and settle in, fixing the lacy strap of the nightgown.

“You’re tired?” Mr. Laufeyson asks, though it sounds more like an accusation.

“A little,” you answer, “we’re leaving early, aren’t we?” You ask, then sit up as a rush of panic swells over you, “did I forget something? Do you need anything, Mr. Laufeyson?”

He laughs and your heart flips. You stare at him horrified. He reaches over to caress your cheek, “no, you haven’t anything to worry about, pet.”

You exhale and lay back. Your pulse slowly peters out. He trails his hand along your cheek and pets your hair. You look at the ceiling and try to relax.

“I will read to you, it will help,” he offers, “you will need your sleep.”

“Oh, thank you,” you murmur.

“Mm,” he hums before he looks back to the pages. He rescinds his hand and licks his fingertip, flipping back in the book, “let’s return to where we left off…” he clears his throat before he begins. You close your eyes and let his narration ripple over you. How is it that his voice can inspire both peace and horror?

You fall into the rhythm of his cadence. It doesn’t take long for him to lull you into sleep. You succumb to it easily, shielding yourself in your unconscious. Your dreams are fractured and nonsensical between patches of all-consuming blackness.

The morning greets you with the soft speckle of rain on the window pane. Your eyes roll open and you stare at the space between the curtains. You see a rivulet flowing down the glass against the gray cast of the early hours.

You yawn quietly into your arm and turn onto your back. You’re careful not to disturb Mr. Laufeyson as his breath ebbs and flows. You glance over at him. He’s still a mystery to you. Still that unreadable man in his stiflingly silent house.

There’s a soft ticking in the air, as if counting down to something. You peek over Mr. Laufeyson’s profile and see his watch placed on the nightstand. Carefully, you get up and circle the bed to check the time on the face. You don’t dare touch the piece.

As you stand straight, you nearly yipe at the sudden clamp around your wrist. Mr. Laufeyson grabs your arm and tugs you towards the bed. You stumble against the mattress as he yanks you again. You fall over him and he snakes his arms around you.

You lay atop him, squirming as you brace his chest. He chuckles rockily as his green eyes glimmer from beneath his long dark lashes. His hand walks down your back and gathers up the silky skirt of your nightgown. He spreads his large hand across your fiery, bruised ass.

You squeak and wiggle again.

“Good morning, pet,” he purrs and shifts his hips beneath you, “what are you doing tiptoeing around?”

“Um,” you gulp, trying to ignore the rigidness against your pelvis. You think you know what that is. The thought scalds your face. “Checking the time–”

“Ah,” he sighs and gropes your rear until you whimper, “you needn’t lie…”

“Mr. Laufeyson, I…” you search his face. He’s in a pleasant mood, you wouldn’t want to spoil it. “Sorry.”

“You may kiss me,” he declares abruptly.

You bat your lashes and hesitate. You press your lips together as you bolster yourself. You should just do as he wishes and it’s no great task, is it?”

Impatient, his hand crawls up your back and grips the back of your head. He pulls your head down and crushes his lips against yours. You squeak and let him take over, curling your fingertips against the top of his chest.

The world spins as he flips you onto your back, rolling with you as he keeps his mouth over yours. He lifts himself over you, urging between your legs as he traps you against the mattress. He rocks slightly as he devours you, his hand slipping down to your neck, stretching across it firmly.

He grinds into you as he loses himself in his hunger. Your hands trail along his shoulders and you hold on to him, trying to slow him. Your heart is in your throat, knocking behind your ears. Your skin tingles as fire flows through your veins. You’re terrified but excited.

You let your touch wander down his arms, feeling the firm muscle. He’s suffocating but intoxicating. You close your eyes and think of the shower, trying to put yourself in that scene. A blaze sears over your face as you drag your hand down and twiddle your fingers.

You slip your hand between your bodies and feel around, finding his hard bulge and squeezing. He grunts and parts suddenly, pushing himself on one elbow as he keeps his hand on your neck. He dips his head to look down at your grip on him.

“Pet, what…” He murmurs.

You quickly retract your hand in horror, “i’m sorry, I thought–”

“No, no,” he purrs and rubs his thumb behind your jaw, “it’s… it’s nice.” He lowers his hips back down and rolls them. “Do you like touching me?”

You bite your lower lip and nod. You're quivering with embarrassment and eagerness. He draws his hand from your throat and caresses along your chin. He lowers his mouth to yours once more, kissing you hungrily.

He pushes his arousal against you, rocking between your legs as hot friction builds between you. He groans into you as he drags his hand from your face and grabs your arm, pinning it by your head. He does the same to the other, lifting himself over you as you puff weakly beneath him.

He keeps his hips rolling as he watches you. You squeak between shallow breaths and turn your face away. He growls and tilts harder against your cunt. Your nightie is above your thighs and the fabric of his panties is pressed to your bare lips. You feel your own delight staining it.

“Look at me, pet,” he sneers.

You snap your head forward and obey. You almost melt as you meet his fiery gaze. He ruts harder and a heavy pressure fills you, pulsing to the point of agony. Not a bad sort of pain, the type that needs release. You arch your back, pushing your chest up as you whine.

“Is this what you want, pet?” He taunts, “you want me fuck you like this?”

You gasp at the obscenity on his lips. You hum between your pouting lips and nod. He snarls again.

“Say it,” he demands.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson,” you babble.

“No, say it,” he repeats.

“I… I want you…” your throat clenches around the words. “I want you to… fuck me… like this.”

He snickers and picks up the pace. He looks down at his pelvis rocking into yours. You whimper and shake as you feel the coil winding tighter and tighter. You push up against him, wanting more, wanting to overflow.

He seems to go forever, groaning and grunting as he simulates his desire. He looks you in the face again and smirks, “tell me again.”

“Mr. Laufeyson–”

“Tell me to fuck you.”

Your eyes round and your lip trembles. You squirm as he keeps your arms pinned, still pounding against your cunt.

“Fuck me…” you whisper.

“I can’t hear you, pet,” he teases.

You recite it again, throat tightening as you do.

“Louder,” he commands.

“Fuck me!” You nearly shout, as close to it as you could ever get.

“Yes,” he puffs, “again,” you say it, “again,” you obey, “again…” He goes on, call and answer, until you’re breathless and he’s quaking.

He lets out a strangled snarl and spasms. His motion staggers but he pushes through. He slows, little by little, and hangs his head. He holds himself over you for just a moment longer then pushes off. He sits back on his heels and you see the sheen of your arousal on his pants.

He looks down at himself and heaves, “I should clean up…” he utters, “I might require some help.”

He backs off the bed and you shakily sit up. You flatten your legs and look down at them as they tremble. You lift yourself as Mr. Laufeyson retreats. There’s a wet spot on the sheets as well. You tamp down your humiliation as delight swells inside of you.

The video once more flashes in your mind. The droplets of water on slapping flesh. You’re wobbly as you stand and cross to the bathroom door. You peer through as you hear the shower humming and see Mr. Laufeyson step inside.

You follow and pull off the nightie. You pull back the door and slip in behind him. You look at his lined back, admiring the muscles and his build. You falter and look down at your body… does he think yours is nice too?

You shrug away the fear. He wants you, doesn’t he? He wouldn’t do all those things if he didn’t? You wouldn’t be here as he never shies away from casting out what he dislikes.

You reach to touch his back, visions of the shower scenes feeding you courage. You trace his spine and watch a shiver ripple through him. He purrs and faces you, holding out a loofah and a bottle of soap.

“Yes, you may get my back, pet,” he shoves both towards you, dismissing your lurid thoughts. “We should set off early to avoid the rush.”

You swallow and nearly choke, “yes, Mr. Laufeyson, of course,” you push the cap of the soap until it opens, turning your focus onto the task. How dumb you are.

✨

You’ve never been on a long road trip. Never spent more than an hour in the car with your father, never left the city limits even. You’re restless within the first twenty minutes, not able to focus on the book as the motion around you makes you dizzy. You squeeze the borrowed book and huddle back into the seat, fidgeting as Mr. Laufeyson cruises down the highway.

Instrumental music wafts in a low drone from the stereo but it’s not enough to entertain you. You stare at the dashboard, the sight of the road makes you queasy. You cross your leg over the other and shift, trying to get comfortable.

“Well, pet, we have some hours ahead of us so you better still yourself,” he reprimands.

“Sorry, Mr. Laufeyson, I’m trying.”

“Mm, well, try harder,” he sighs.

You make yourself stop moving and clutch the book tight. You keep your eyes on the interior, admiring the smooth finish and all the little knobs along the stereo. You could play one of the games you made up for yourself. You take a word and parse it out into smaller words.

“...an idea,” Mr. Laufeyson’s words break past your trance.

You glance over at him, hoping he doesn’t realise you didn’t hear him.

“An idea?” You repeat back to him.

“Yes, to keep you from all that squirming,” he reaches over to squeeze your knee. Your leg was jittering and you didn’t even realise.

“What is it?” You ask.

He grins and snickers as he pulls his hand back. As he does, he pushes up the armrest of your seat, then that on his own. You watch him curiously as he keeps his other hand firmly on the wheel. He beckons you nearer with a flick of two fingers.

“Mr. Laufeyson, “I don’t…”

“We can have some more fun,” he suggests as he rests his hand on the corner of your seat, arm extended between them. “You could… use your mouth again.”

Your eyes round in shock. You peer over the dashboard and immediately regret it. It makes your stomach swirl. You gulp down and look back at Mr. Laufeyson.

“Are you sure?”

“Let me worry about the road,” he dismisses, “come on, pet, you won’t be so bored.”

You restrain a frown and rub your hands together. It isn’t a request, you know that much. His delivery might be gentle but no is not an answer.

You push the seat belt behind you and twist in the seat to reach across as he sits up straight. You pluck open the top of his pants, hands clumsily brushing the fabric as you see him twitching. You push down his zipper, his tip throbbing and unrestrained beneath. You pull him out through the vee as he wiggles in the seat to slacken his pants.

You shudder and grip him firmly. You pump him up then down. He tenses and breathes out through his nose hotly. You do it again and he shivers. His reaction sets you alight. That thrill courses through you, the one where you feel powerful.

You take a breath and think of the shower scene and how the woman did it. She was so reckless and carefree. The way she did it, she seemed to enjoy it. You just have to pretend that you're her… maybe you’ll end up liking it.

You bend further over the space between the seats and bow your head. You pout just above his tip before pressing your lips to it. You flick your tongue against him and he growls. You slide your hand down and follow it with your mouth. You start slow, mimicking the woman as you pull back off of him and swipe along his length with your tongue.

Mr. Laufeyson rumbles and rests his hand between your shoulder blades, a wisp escaping him, “pet…”

You keep going, hiding behind your eyelids as you drift into the fantasy. This isn’t what it is. This is more than a task. In your head, you can make this man want you and you can make yourself want him.

You push your thighs together and moan around him. You do want him. You feel how badly you do. Your core thrums with desperation.

It doesn’t matter what he wants, you will do it. You want to be good for him and for him to tell you how good you are. You want him more than anything. You want this, you do. Don’t you? You must. You have to want this if you’re going to convince him to keep you.

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sweet dreams

roronoa zoro x reader

kiss me through the phone

1.2k words

a/n: this was inspired by this haikyuu fanfic (pls read if ur a sakusa enjoyer, i promise you it's worth the read!!). anyways, i feel like zoro is always the one i write for as my first fic back from a hiatus hehe

sleep usually comes to zoro quite easily, greeting him like an old friend. tonight, however, it evades him like he’s offended it. he’s restless, tossing and turning, back and forth, until he finally gives up.

he looks at the clock.

it’s been 2 minutes.

ugh, fuck it.

he sits at the edge of the bed, reaching for the snail sitting on his bedside table. the receiver rests between his ear and his shoulder as he dials, leg bouncing up and down as he waits for the voice he’s so desperate to hear.

purururururu-

“hello?"

your voice is a little fuzzy through the phone, and zoro presses the receiver even closer to his ear.

“hi.”

for a second, there's only silence and zoro frowns. nami did warn him that there was a storm hitting the island. it’s also really late.

maybe it wasn't such a good idea to call-

and then your laughter comes through, finding him like a ray of sun peeking through dark clouds.

“zoro, what even- i have so many questions!”

at the sound of your voice, he can feel a wave of comfort wash over him. he sinks into his bed and, instinctively, he smiles.

“oh yeah?”

“yeah!” you giggle. "where did you get a den den mushi? why are you calling? shouldn’t you be asleep?”

before he can answer, you gasp. “wait,” your voice drops to a whisper. “did you… did you steal a phone?”

you sound so horrified and zoro laughs — earnestly, truly, and oh-so easily. somehow, happiness is so effortless with you.

“zoro!” you chastise him, scandalized at his laughter. “tell me you didn’t!”

he nestles into his pillows. with you in his ear, it almost feels like you're right next to him.

“i'm a pirate, not a thief.” he huffs. “nami was hoarding a couple in her room and with a little - ahem - negotiating, she let me use one.”

“oh boy,” zoro can hear you shuffle in bed. “i hope you didn't trade the rest of your life savings just for a snail.”

“life savings? you mean the 10 berries i hold to my name?”

“uh, have you seen your bounty? you hold a lot more than 10 berries to your name.”

“you keeping tabs on me?“

"of course i am," you say it so matter-of-factly that zoro can't help but grin. he catches a glimpse of himself in the mirror — god, he looks as lovesick as the stupid cook.

but he doesn't hate it.

“i know it's late but don't act like you weren't still up. i know you don't sleep.”

“maybe i can't sleep because i don't have my white noise machine here with me.”

he scoffs, “is that what i am to you? just white noise while i sleep?”

“please.” zoro smiles; he can practically hear you roll your eyes. “you're lucky you can't hear yourself snore. and you should consider it a compliment! it means it's useful to have you in bed.”

“just useful, huh? i feel like mind-blowing might be a better way to describe my performance in bed.”

you click your tongue and zoro laughs. it's truly amazing how you can still make him feel so weightless from across the seas.

“always so cocky,” you tsk. “is that a job requirement when you sign up to be a pirate or something?”

“if it was, chopper and usopp would've never made the cut.”

“don't pick on them!” zoro hears a soft thud! as you fall back against your pillows. “gosh, it feels like forever since i've seen them.”

“because it has been. they miss you."

after a beat, he adds, “i miss you.”

“i miss you too.”

for a moment, neither of you speak. all he hears is the patter of rain in the background and when he closes his eyes, he can imagine you cozy in bed with a window open. you always love the sound of rain at night.

“i'm excited to see you all tomorrow,” you say quietly.

“yeah, but me the most, right?”

“of course.”

he sighs, looking out the window at the night sky, moonlit and cloudless. he wishes that it was rain instead — because that would mean he’s not so far away.

“i wish i could see you right now.”

you laugh and zoro can picture the way your eyes crinkle when you do, “i think you can wait a few hours.”

“actually,” he says. “accounting for the storm, it'll take us another 16 hours. but who's counting?”

“definitely not you.”

“definitely not.”

“you're just always impatient.”

“correct.”

“patience is a virtue, you know.”

“i'm not virtuous.”

“no, you're ridiculous.” the affection in your voice makes zoro's heart ache. there’s more rustling, and he wishes for nothing more than to be under the covers with you.

tomorrow can’t come fast enough.

“go to sleep.” it's like you can read his mind. “i promise time will pass by a lot faster if you do.”

zoro stares at the moon, wondering if it knows that it'll never come close to outshining you.

“tell me a story first.”

“what?”

“tell me a bedtime story.”

“now?” you sigh. “but it’s so late. my brain cells stop working after business hours.”

“yeah, but i’m a vip client.”

“sorry, we don't do after-hours services.”

“if you do, i promise to give you a present tomorrow.” he reaches over to grab the aforementioned gift from his bedside, as if you’d be able to see it through the phone.

“a present?” curiosity colours your pretty voice. “wait, it better not be something lame, like a... kiss or a hug.”

“i dare you to call my kisses lame to my face.”

“or what, big boy?” you tease.

“oh, you don’t wanna know,” he warns. “i am a pirate after all.”

“ooh, so scary. i better do what the scary pirate says.”

and with that, zoro smiles to himself. he opens your present, playing with the contents as he gets comfortable, eyes closing as he waits for you to start.

you're not even halfway through your story before his snores travel through the snail, and you shake your head with endearment. your heart longs for him the way his wants you. you were only half-joking earlier; it really is that much harder for you to sleep without him.

there is nothing more comforting than the sound of zoro’s gentle slumber, the feel of his breath against your skin as he snuggles close, chest against your back, an arm snaked around your waist.

a sigh echoes in your lonely room. you should really take your own advice; tomorrow will come faster if you sleep.

you choose not to hang up. instead, you place the receiver next to your pillow and you pull up the covers, ready to join zoro in dreamland.

“good night,” you whisper to the rain, the moon, and your lover.

“i can’t wait to be with you.”

and from across the ocean, zoro sleeps soundly with starlight illuminating his room, catching the edges of a ring falling out of his hand — one with glittering diamonds, that he's spent days picking out, that he'll offer on one knee as he confesses,

i can’t wait to be with you,

for the rest of our lives.

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A Love Too Dark (06)

The Marquis Vincent de Gramont x Reader

Chapter 06: Lives In His Hands

WARNING: THIS IS A DARK FIC.

This story will contain 18+ mature themes, blackmail, forced kissing, dark romance, toxic behaviour, blood, violence, stalking, manipulation, a lot of smut, dubious consent, non-consensual content, non-consensual creampie, breeding, yandere Marquis de Gramont, power play, and power imbalance, obsession, dark Marquis de Gramont, and abuse of power. The list will be added more as the story progresses. Minors, don't read.

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The Marquis invaded her lifestyle as much as he wanted.

The Marquis was agitated.

The moment Yn turned her head and prevented his attempt to kiss her on the lips, he became agitated. As he watched her scramble into the limousine to avoid any conversation with him, he had to take a deep breath, making his chest and shoulders lift up, and exhaled it in a quiet irritation. He felt his eye twitch in slight anger for what she did.

He was contemplating pushing her down in the limousine and fuck her hard in front of his bodyguards, but he remembered that the both of them were expected to meet that evening at the casino. So he nodded his head to Chidi and let him drive her off. Watching the vehicle disappear from his sight, he began to plan what he would do to her once they meet at the casino.

However, that evening, he had waited for her for a long while. He had to scour every inch of the casino to ensure that she was not hiding from him. His agitation was plain to see as many patrons and even the casino staff were hesitant to talk to or serve him. His dark eyes were surveying everything and everyone wildly, searching for the woman who had warmed his bed and made him feel in heaven last night.

But he could not find her.

It took him two hours to finally surrender and approach Malone to ask about her. The managing director was obviously frightened as everyone could see how unhappy the Marquis was.

"Where is Yn?" inquired the Marquis. His eyes were ablaze with darkness and silent fury as he towered over the managing director of the casino.

"Oh... Yn... Well..." Malone was even more terrified then and the Marquis noticed this. It was at this moment that he knew that something had happened concerning Yn, and he might loathe whatever it was, judging from Malone's horrified expression.

The Marquis' eyes narrowed and his glower deepened as he waited for Malone to spill it out. He was about to growl at him when Malone finally cracked.

Malone was looking away to the side as he answered, "I just received a letter from Yn. She has... decided to quit as a bunny-girl in this casino."

The Marquis' eyes widened at this and he could not help but snarl, "What?"

"She... she has quit, sir," Malone stammered, still staring at the side, clear of eye contact with the Marquis.

"Show me the letter," the Marquis said with a demanding tone.

"It's... umm..." Malone fetched a folded piece of paper from his pocket with a trembling hand before he gave it to the current owner of the casino.

The Marquis stared down at the letter, his lips thinning into a straight line, as he was given evidence that plainly showed that Yn was really quitting. After a few seconds of tense silence, he grabbed it and read it.

He read it again.

And again.

He was so angry that he almost tore the paper into shreds in his hand. His knuckles turned white from the force of his grip on the letter. He could feel his anger rising up like a tidal wave inside his chest, threatening to spill out at any moment. But he was not a man who let his emotions rule his actions in public. No. Not when he noticed many staff of the casino were observing him and Malone.

To make matters worse, the Marquis could not take his mind off of what had transpired between them that night.

The way she opened her mouth wide helplessly and let him ravage her with his tongue.

The way she squirmed and moaned helplessly beneath him.

The way her swinging legs felt around his waist as he pounded hard into her.

The way her breasts bounced hard against her chest, jiggling each time he rammed into her relentlessly.

The way her pussy tightened around him.

The way her body felt as if it was made for the Marquis to fuck hard and deep.

The memory of her muffled cries and screams of pleasure made him feel as if she was a prisoner of war, who was being conquered and violated by a cruel invader.

After it was all over, the Marquis yearned to feel her body again. The two of them were so compatible sexually that it made him feel on cloud nine. He thought Yn feel that too, but he was dumbfounded and enraged to realize that she had evaded his kiss when he sent her off. Right in front of all his bodyguards. It hurt his pride and ego.

Then, seeing the letter was like a knife stabbing into his heart.

Does she hate him that much that she decided to quit to not see him again?

His lips were contorted into a frown as the Marquis crumpled the paper in his hand and threw it away. Then, he grabbed Malone by his collar and pulled him closer. The shorter male yelped in shock as he gawked at him in fear.

"Nobody is quitting," the Marquis hissed, "Don't forget your place, Malone. Only I can say who quits. Understood?"

"Y-yes, sir," Malone stuttered as he nodded his head vigorously.

Suddenly, the Marquis pushed him away, simultaneously letting go of his collar, and he watched as Mr. Malone stumbled backward until one of the bunny-girls helped him up. The Marquis remembered her as Emily. He paid her no mind as his eyes shifted back to the managing director who was adjusting his appearance.

"You've made a mistake for not informing me this sooner. As the owner, I should know everything first. You would do well to remember that, Malone," commanded the Marquis as he glared down at him.

"Yes, sir," the managing director nodded his head rapidly.

The Marquis spun around and walked away, heading towards his office. He could feel the eyes of the staff members on him as he walked and knew that his display of anger had not gone unnoticed. He was too angry to care right now, however, as all he could think about was Yn.

He shut the door behind him and quickly took a few steps forward before turning around and bringing his gaze to the gigantic abstract art which was the beginning point of the Marquis and Yn. His chest heaved with frustration before he finally let out a deep sigh of resignation.

He had planned many things that evening - filthy things he desired to do to Yn - but Yn had quit without telling him. He wanted to teach her that it was useless to evade him and his advances and to make her submit to him, but she had quit.

And he felt betrayed. He felt disrespected. She had quit behind his back. As soon as she left his mansion, she immediately plotted her escape and quit the one thing that caused them to meet.

Was she too afraid of him?

Had he scared her that badly?

Suddenly, the door to his office was pushed open. Chidi entered, closing the door behind him, and stood there, clasping his hands together in front of his body. He stared at the Marquis in silence, awaiting any command from him, as if he expected he would get one soon from his boss.

"Is the tracker in the necklace functioning?" inquired the Marquis to his loyal bodyguard in French.

"Yes," Chidi answered in French as well, "You can see the live feed directly from the app I installed on your phone."

The Marquis dug his hand into his pocket and pulled out his smartphone. He looked through the apps inside the gadget until he found one that he had never seen before. He clicked it and the screen told him it was loading the feed. It took the system several seconds before the screen changed to show a map with a red dot in the middle. It was located in a dismal apartment area, unmoving.

"That is where she lives," pointed out the Marquis, before his finger slid across the screen to check for the history of where she had been since he gave her that necklace with an embedded tracker which she was clueless of.

He learned that as soon as she was dropped off at the Silver Crest Apartments, she rushed straight to the nearest clinic. The Marquis figured it out in an instant that she went there for the morning-after pills - and he was uncertain what to think of it.

But he felt it. A storm of emotions, a sense of betrayal, indignation, and anger as he absorbed the knowledge that Yn had taken the morning-after pills after he had fucked his cum into her many times. It was a calculated move, he realized, an attempt to erase every trace of him from her life, both physically and emotionally. The realization stung him deeply.

The sense of possessiveness he harbored towards Yn intensified. The thought of her attempting to sever their connection, to quit her casino duties and evade him, ignited a fire of fury within him.

He saw Yn's actions as a challenge, a direct affront to his power and control. She sought to break free from the chains he had forged, and he couldn't allow that defiance to go unanswered. Instead, he viewed it as an opportunity to reclaim his authority and remind her of her place.

Turning his attention to Chidi, the loyal bodyguard, the Marquis issued a command in French filled with a resolute determination, "Chidi, find out everything you can about her. Her family, her past, her whole life. Everything."

He wanted to know everything about her before he makes his first move to find and reclaim her.

Chidi nodded instantly, "Understood."

He then spun around and left the office, leaving the Marquis much to mull over as he stared at the red dot over the map on his phone screen. He zoomed in on the location and gazed at the area she lived in, realizing it was a poor and dingy venue.

He began to wonder if she took on the casino job for money to attain a better lifestyle for her and her family. It's not odd to think about it. It made sense in his head and he began to wonder if that was the reason why she asked for a compensation of fifty thousand dollars for taking her and her virginity forcefully, which allowed her to quit her job at the casino.

He then studied the history of where she had been that day and he became even more befuddled. For what reason did she go to the preschool and the local hospital? He had to inform Chidi and ask him to find out more about this.

Chidi returned after only a few hours with every bit of information he could find on Yn in such a short time. And it was at that moment the Marquis learned that Yn hid a lot of things regarding her personal life and that she had also lied to him.

Yn had informed him that her mother did not work and was a stay-at-home mother. Yn helped provide for her while she implied that her father was never there for them. She lied .

She did not mention that she had a younger sister - a stepsister, in fact, named Sydney.

She and Yn shared the same mother but had different men as their father. Thankfully, Chidi provided extra information concerning this - Yn's father filed a divorce as soon as Yn was born. Sydney's father, however, was merely a boyfriend to their mother at the time, and their relationship ended in an instant while the latter was pregnant.

Not only was the Marquis flabbergasted about that, but also the fact that Yn's mother was actually taken care of in the hospital for an illness that requires expensive treatment. Once Chidi informed him of the exact amount of money for such treatment, the Marquis finally understood Yn's goal and the probable reason for taking on the casino job - and also for the 50k she had asked for.

The revelation of Yn's hidden past left the Marquis with a mixture of surprise and newfound understanding. It became clear to him that she had been driven by the need to support her ailing mother and step-sister, Sydney. The truth behind her actions unraveled like a tapestry, exposing the intricate threads that wove together her motivations.

He had been blind to the depths of Yn's struggles, her sacrifices, and the burdens she bore. Her desperate plea for fifty thousand dollars, which he had seen as a mere negotiation tactic, now held profound significance. It wasn't just about replacing the loss of her virginity; it was about securing the means to care for her family and ensure her mother's costly treatment.

The Marquis felt a surge of understanding, though it warred with his possessiveness. He understood her desire for control over her life and her choices, even if he didn't approve of the way she'd gone about it. The morning-after pills were a stark reminder of Yn's determination to protect herself and her future from the consequences of what he did to her.

He decided that his first move would be to find Yn and confront her but he had to make sure that she couldn't escape from him again.

And he knew one thing that would make her stay silent and obedient. He glanced at the ID picture of her mother and stepsister.

That's how he came to the hospital days later. Oh, charming her mother was very easy. All he had to do was look wealthy and tell her his name. She was exceptionally elated to hear the lie that he was her daughter’s boyfriend.

And when Yn finally arrived, he loved how she gawked at him in complete fear and shock once she saw him talking to her mother. He could literally feel that power and dominance back as he sucked every bit of self-dependence and security from her as she registered the fact that he had caught her and knew of her vulnerability.

He felt that sweet, blissful victory once he sunk his cock balls deep back into her tight, unwilling cunt after he had isolated her from everyone else in the hospital. He felt like he was on top of the world as he ravaged her body and pussy with brutal thrusts, wandering hands, and dominating tongue.

The Marquis wanted to drive the message home that he could appear anywhere, anytime, and at any place, and that he could get her at any time. It was pointless to run away from him because he had seen and learned everything he could about her. Her morning job at the cafe, that pathetic boy who loved to touch her at the cafe, that cousin of hers who was always babysitting Sydney when she attended her bunny-girl duty at the casino, and many more.

He knew too much about her that it was practically impossible for her to flee from him.

He heaved out a sigh of satisfaction while he was sitting up on the hospital bed. Behind him was Yn, still lying on her back with her legs spread out wide as his cum poured out of her overfilled and abused vagina. She was panting quietly behind him as she stared mindlessly at the ceiling.

He turned his body around to admire the sight of her - all ruined and claimed by him. He could not help but feel his lips twitch into a triumphant smirk as one of his hands reached out to grab a handful of her breast in a possessive grip. Her skin was clad with a thin layer of sweat after two sessions of rough fucking.

"What you did was a mistake," started the Marquis in his usual French accent. He squeezed her breast as if it was a stress ball and added, "You tried to run away. You quit. But I still find you, regardless. No matter where you hide or run, I will find you."

He felt her shudder and flinch as she stared up at him, dazed and exhausted after being pounded into for more than an hour. The Marquis suddenly pinched her nipple hard, making her yelp in surprise and pain. He continued, "What you did will not be easily forgiven."

Yn looked up at the Marquis in disbelief and fear. Tears welled up in her eyes as she thought about how she had been taken advantage of, threatened, and abused by this powerful man. She timidly asked, her voice trembling, "What... what else do you want from me? I-I gave you everything you asked for. You took me and my dignity. Isn't that enough?"

The Marquis looked down at her with a menacing glint in his eye. He leaned forward so that his face was mere inches away from hers and said calmly yet forcefully, "No. It is not enough. I am not done with you yet. And now you will pay the price."

Yn could feel her heart pounding as she realized that there would be no escape for her this time.

The Marquis continued, his voice still firm but laced with an undercurrent of danger, "Only I can say when I am done with you. You belong to me and no one else."

The hand that gripped her breast then slid down her fully naked body and ended up grasping her pussy possessively. He felt that it was still dribbling out his cum which he had poured deep into her womb. His gaze was cold and frightening as he added ominously, "If you ever try to leave or go behind my back again, there will be consequences."

Yn’s eyes were wide open, her lips slightly parted and her entire body was shaking, as if she's been frozen in terror. The Marquis looked down on her with a cold and sinister expression, enjoying the power he had to make her tremble with fear. His eyes glinted with a cruel satisfaction as he watched her reaction to his words.

Finally, he released her and got up from the bed. He glanced at their clothes on the floor, remembering how he was eagerly taking off her clothes with force before he fucked her on the bed relentlessly. He picked up her top and noticed it was all wrinkly.

"We should clean up and get back to your family," said the Marquis as he grabbed his phone from his pants and texted Chidi to ask the hospital staff for a cloth steamer.

The Marquis observed as Yn dragged her exhausted self from the bed and cautiously stared at him. He simply smiled and said, "Don't worry, I won't be joining you in the shower this time."

It was because he was waiting for Chidi. After watching Yn enter the bathroom and begin her shower, the Marquis found a towel and wrapped it around his torso, shielding his private area.

A few minutes later, knocks were heard from the door and the Marquis pulled it open to reveal Chidi carrying a portable steamer. After he quickly set it up in the room, Chidi left without saying a word. The Frenchman was just beginning to gather each piece of clothing off the floor when Yn emerged shyly from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body as a wave of warm vapor trailed behind her..

"I got a steamer for our clothes," the Marquis pointed out as he placed their clothing on the bed. He then sent her a knowing smile, hinting at something she could not catch, before he headed for the bathroom and said, "Would be bad if your mother sees us with wrinkled clothes. She would know."

He then entered the bathroom and shut the door. Yn glanced at the standing steamer and then at their clothes on the bed. Not wanting to waste time, she picked up her shirt first and steamed it neatly. And then her skirt. Once done, she immediately donned them as she did not want to spend another second wrapped in a towel only.

Yn then looked at the clothing on the bed that belonged to the Marquis. She had a feeling that he was hinting for her to do this as well, though she couldn't be sure. After a few moments of hesitation, she decided to steam his pieces of clothing too.

She worked quickly and efficiently, using the steamer as if it was second nature to her. The process seemed almost meditative, allowing her thoughts to wander and drift freely in her mind. At some point, she took a closer look at the steamer, noting the brand, because it effectively eliminated even the most stubborn wrinkles from any fabric, including the Marquis' thick jacket. So she couldn't help but find joy in steam-pressing every article of his three-piece suit; she was amazed by the efficiency of the steamer.

She had just finished steaming his clothing when she heard that the Marquis had turned off the shower. She quickly folded up the steamer, folded his clothes, and placed them on the bed. That's when the Frenchman opened the door, revealing his freshly showered self with damp hair and rosy cheeks.

He gave Yn an appreciative smile as he noticed that she had steam-pressed every article of clothing, especially his which were all folded meticulously on the bed, ready for wear. With a towel wrapped around his torso, he advanced towards her and gazed at her, noting that she was all dressed up already.

"Thank you," he said softly, his French accent made these two words sound sensual, before he gently brushed his lips against hers in a tender peck.

Yn froze on the spot as the Marquis withdrew and headed to stand beside the bed before he put on his three-piece suit. Yn looked away and busied herself with something as she pondered. She felt distaste at the idea that he rewarded her with an affectionate gesture as if they were truly a couple or a married one. He did not have to peck her like that, she thought in indignation. Plus, she did it only because she knew that if she did not do as she was expected to, he would hold a grudge against her.

The Marquis stood tall with a proud, straight posture as he put on his three-piece suit. He gestured towards the door and strode out confidently, Yn a few steps behind him, slightly intimidated by his stature. The hallway felt longer than ever before, the only sound being their shoes clacking against the polished floors. His presence commanded the atmosphere as he walked with purposeful strides, determined to make it to his destination.

"You should return to the casino," he said in a low voice.

Yn's eyes widened with surprise as the Marquis made his demand. She stayed silent for a while, tucking away her surprise and clearing the nervous lump in her throat before she told him, "I'm sorry, sir... But no. I want to focus on my family."

Her tense posture conveyed her nervousness and reluctance to disobey his orders. The Marquis didn't answer directly but instead smiled as if he found something admirable and said, "Ah, that is so family-oriented of you."

Yn wanted to say more but decided it was better not to press further on the matter now and followed him silently. When they arrived at Yn's mother's room, they were greeted by her warm smile and bright eyes which made Yn feel relieved and comforted despite all that happened today. Sydney was quick to jump off of her mother's bed and rushed to embrace her sister's torso and she whined, "Where were you, sissy?"

"Sorry, Syd," Yn began, feeling the oppressive presence of the Marquis beside her, "I was hungry and I had to stop at the hospital cafeteria."

Sydney whined again, "I want to eat too."

Yn brushed her hair neatly and said, "Sure. I will make you your favorite pancake later at home."

"In the meantime, here," the Marquis spoke up, attracting everyone's attention as he bent down to give another Ferrero Rocher to Sydney.

Sydney squealed in delight and enthusiastically took it, thanking the Frenchman with an adorable tone. Yn's mother smiled warmly at the display and said, "Sydney seems tired so why don't you two head home, Yn?"

Yn nodded, thinking that it would be best to go and take the Marquis away from her mother because she believed that staying here more would also mean him staying as well, thus putting more harm on her mother. She responded, "Okay, mom."

"I will give you two a ride home," the Marquis suddenly added, his piercing eyes locking on Yn as if he was wordlessly telling her not to refuse.

Yn hesitated for a moment, feeling torn between accepting the offer and refusing it. On one hand, having the Marquis drop her and Sydney off at home might ensure her mother's safety, and it could prevent him from lingering around her family. On the other hand, she couldn't shake the discomfort and unease that always accompanied the Marquis' presence.

In the end, Yn reluctantly nodded, not wanting to antagonize him further. She said in a small voice, trying to keep her apprehension hidden, "Okay..."

The Marquis smirked, clearly pleased with her compliance, and led Yn and Sydney out of the hospital. He then brought them to the front of the hospital building and there it was, the same limousine that Yn had experienced boarding on previously. Chidi was already standing by and he opened the door for them.

Once the Marquis ushered them in, Sydney squealed in excitement again and babbled about him looking like a prince charming as she hopped into the luxurious vehicle in excitement. Yn followed suit, albeit with a wary demeanor. She couldn't help but feel slightly fearful for the situation they were in. Fearful for what might come next, knowing that he had them in his vehicle he could ask the driver to go to any place he desired.

Once inside the car, the atmosphere remained tense, with Yn feeling like a caged bird, desperate to escape his watchful gaze. Sydney, on the other hand, who was sitting in between them, was thoroughly enjoying the inside of the limousine. For the Marquis, he didn't say much during the ride, except for entertaining Sydney and her childlike questions, but his presence alone was suffocating, making Yn feel like she was walking on thin ice.

The Marquis glanced at Yn, a glint of amusement in his eyes, as he turned his attention to the little girl and asked with his voice laced with a deceptive sweetness, "Sydney, how about we make a quick stop at the ice cream shop? Would you like that?"

Sydney's eyes lit up with excitement, and she nodded vigorously and exclaimed, unable to contain her joy, "Yes, please! I want ice cream!"

Yn's heart sank at the Marquis' suggestion. She knew he was using Sydney's innocent desires to manipulate the situation, making it harder for her to object. She wanted to protest and insist on going straight home, but she couldn't bring herself to deny Sydney the simple pleasure of an ice cream treat.

"Alright, Sydney, we'll make a quick stop," Yn reluctantly agreed, her voice tinged with wariness. "But remember, we need to go home right after."

Sydney happily clapped her hands together and nodded, understanding her sister's condition. She effused, her innocence shining through, "Okay, sissy! I'll eat my ice cream fast!"

The Marquis sent Yn a sly smirk, knowing full well that Sydney was her weakness. As the car veered towards the nearest ice cream shop, Yn's mind raced with conflicting emotions. She couldn't shake off the unease and anxiety that came with being alone with the Marquis, especially after everything that had transpired. She felt a sense of urgency to escape his control and protect her family, but she knew she had to be cautious and bide her time.

When they arrived at the ice cream shop, the Marquis personally escorted Yn and Sydney inside, ensuring they were safely guided through the crowd. Yn couldn't help but feel a pang of bitterness as she observed how effortlessly the Marquis commanded attention and respect from those around him.

As Sydney excitedly chose her favorite flavor, the Marquis stood by her side at the counter and purchased it for her. As the little girl savored each lick upon getting it, she and Yn were led by the Marquis towards a nearby table where Sydney could enjoy her dessert. It did not escape Yn's notice that the Marquis purposely sat down next to her and placed his arm on the back of her seat as he spread his legs. She tensed up as she felt like the sight of them would make the public thought they were a couple.

While the little girl enjoyed the dessert, Yn's mind was elsewhere. She was preoccupied with thoughts of her family's safety and the need to devise a plan to break free from the Marquis' grasp. She knew she had to be resourceful, strategic, and patient.

Once Sydney finished her ice cream cone, Yn gently reminded her that it was time to head home. Sydney pouted for a moment but nodded in understanding, her childlike excitement fading.

As they re-entered the limousine, Yn felt great apprehension. She was hoping the Marquis would leave them alone once she and Sydney reached their home. She knew that every interaction with the Marquis brought her closer to danger, but she also knew that she needed to play her cards carefully, waiting for the right moment to escape.

In the silence of the car, Yn's mind raced with thoughts of escape and liberation. She was determined to protect her family and reclaim their freedom from the clutches and knowledge of the Marquis.

As the limousine reached their humble apartment, Yn's heart pounded in her chest. The realization that the Marquis knew the exact location of her home sent a shiver down her spine. She had never disclosed where she lived to him. That meant he had delved into her life with an invasive curiosity, and it unsettled her deeply.

Chidi, who had been driving the limousine, promptly opened the door for them as they arrived. The Marquis once again escorted them to the front of the building, his possessive behavior still on full display. Yn couldn't shake off the feeling of being trapped in his web of control.

As they stood in front of the apartment building, Yn attempted to bid the Marquis a quick farewell, hoping that he would finally leave them be. But he had other plans. In a calculated move, he leaned in towards Yn, attempting to kiss her on the lips. Panic surged through Yn as she froze in fear.

A whirlwind of thoughts flooded her mind in that moment. She contemplated evading his kiss, just as she had done before, but the memory of his wrath from that previous instance held her back. The Marquis had a way of asserting his dominance, and she knew defying him could lead to disastrous consequences.

Caught in a web of fear and submission, Yn allowed the Marquis to kiss her, even though her heart and mind rebelled against it. The moment felt suffocating as his lips pressed against hers, and she yearned for it to end. She remembered to cover Sydney's eyes to shield her from the display.

As he finally pulled away, a wicked smirk played on the Marquis' lips, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. It was evident that he relished the control he held over her, and Yn felt a surge of humiliation and anger.

"Until next time, Yn," he said, his voice laced with a subtle threat.

Yn nodded weakly, her voice barely above a whisper, "Yeah..."

With that, the Marquis turned and walked away, leaving Yn and Sydney standing in front of their apartment building. Once he was out of sight, Yn took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew that she had to find a way to escape his grasp, to reclaim her freedom, and protect her family from his menacing influence.

Entering their modest apartment, Yn felt a mix of relief and trepidation as they were greeted by their cat, Rosie. She knew that the Marquis' obsession with her had escalated to dangerous levels, and she had to tread carefully. Every step she took now was crucial and risky, and she was determined to devise a plan to break free from his hold, no matter the cost.

But how?

The man she was trying to run away from was the Marquis . A powerful aristocrat from France with some shady involvement with the underworld. She knew he had somehow used that power to learn everything about her, and that's what scared her the most. It appeared that his obsession with her had only grown stronger.

"Yn, can we watch Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper again?" quizzed Sydney with an adorable voice, pulling Yn's attention from the whirlwind of messy thoughts in her head.

Yn smiled warmly, "Sure."

That evening, as Yn showered and cleaned any lingering trace or phantom touch of the Marquis, she drifted back to what had transpired. He had come inside her twice again, and this time, she did not feel dreadful at the possibility of her getting pregnant because she had been consuming birth control pills diligently on a daily basis. It would be almost impossible.

But she began to wonder. Is he not scared of getting her pregnant?

It's as if he ejaculated inside her on purpose just like that first night she unwillingly had with him. It seemed like he did not care about the risk. Like he wanted to get her pregnant.

Was it because he wanted her all for himself, and the child would cement their bond?

Or, was it because he enjoyed the idea of her being pregnant with his child?

Was this all part of his sick fetish?

The more she thought about it, the more irritated and worried she became. Part of her was filled with all sorts of fury and animosity. Part of her was outraged. Part of her was sick and tired of being his plaything. Part of her felt powerless and trapped.

Yn wanted to scream and cry from the frustration and helplessness of it all. But she had to be strong. Be strong for her family. Yn knew that she was deep in his clutches now and that she had to be more careful than ever. She needed to be more cautious, more vigilant, and more prepared.

She came out of the bathroom, dried herself up, and dressed up when her phone suddenly pinged. She stared at it, suddenly sensing consternation as she wondered what could cause it to alert her of a notification. She feared it was the Marquis who had somehow gotten her phone number.

She picked up the gadget and checked the notification list. She heaved a sigh of relief when she learned it was from Emily. But she couldn't help but wonder why she was texting her at this time. Emily was supposed to be at the casino working.

Yn clicked the notification and she was shown the full message:

[Emily: Hey, Yn. Just wanna inform you that the Marquis doesn't show up again tonight at the casino.]

Yn stared at the message. It was short, but it was enough to cause concern and dread. With wide eyes, she stared at the message which seemed to engulf her in ominous sensation, like something dark and worrying would happen since the Marquis was not at the casino.

That made her think: What is he plotting now?

That's when she heard it. A couple of knocks from the front door of their apartment. Yn paled instantly and she dropped her phone and quickly went out of her bedroom to check. Sydney was already in the living room, looking at the door with innocent curiosity, as she stopped midway in her imagination with her dolls. Rosie was on the couch, calmly licking her fur clean.

Yn walked to the door and stared at it for a moment. Her dread intensified, and she was filled with uncertainty, anxiety, and fear. She took another look at Sydney, who looked at her with wide and innocent eyes.

The older sister then stared at the door and took a huge breath to steady her nerves. Her apartment building did not provide a see-through hole for her to see who it was on the other side. So she had to open it and check who their visitor was.

Yn went to link the door chain for safety purposes and finally opened the door, the chain limiting it from opening fully. Yn's eyes widened in absolute fear and shock at the sight of the Marquis and Chidi standing on the other side of the door.

The Marquis was dressed in a sharp black three-piece suit with silver buttons, crisp white shirt, and navy blue tie while Chidi wore the same attire as ever, as if it was a uniform to serve the Marquis. The latter lifted his head and looked at Yn with his cold and frightening eyes.

"Good evening, Yn," the Marquis started with a sly smile, "I brought special dinner for you and Sydney. Let us in."

His words were laced with a threatening tone and Yn suddenly felt her skin crawl. Her hands were shaking and she struggled to form a sentence. No, she could not let him in at this time. Letting him enter the apartment would allow him to tighten his leash on her more.

"Umm, you don't have to, sir," she finally uttered, "I have planned what the dinner tonight will be. We'll be fine."

"But I have a special menu for you and Sydney. I suggest not to let it go to waste," he replied.

"T-that's really kind of you, sir," Yn countered with a trembling voice, "But please, we do not need it."

The Marquis' voice suddenly turned downright dark and menacing as he lowered his voice, "I was not asking, ma lapine. You will open the door or... Chidi will break it open."

He paused to lean closer to her and whispered, "You wouldn't want to scare the sweet, little Sydney, would you?"

She could not stop the shiver from crawling down her spine. Her hands were still shaking and she felt her knees faltering. Yn's mind raced, desperately searching for a way out of this nightmarish situation. She knew she couldn't let the Marquis and Chidi into the apartment, but the threat to Sydney's safety was too great to ignore. She was trapped between a rock and a hard place, and her heart pounded loudly in her chest.

"Please... please don't hurt her or put her in any danger," she pleaded, her eyes turning glassy as tears clouded her vision.

The Marquis frowned as if he was concerned for putting her in distress, but the way he looked at her seemed mocking. He answered, "Then don’t resist. The more you resist, the riskier you two would find yourselves in."

Yn felt a knot tighten in her stomach at the Marquis' words. She knew he was right, but the idea of surrendering to his demands filled her with anger and resentment. She hated feeling like a pawn in his sick game, but... what else could she do at this moment?

When you are panicking and full of fear, you became clueless about what to do. Every TikTalk video you see about safety suddenly disappears from your mind. It's either fight or hide or flight. But what can you do when this man has brought his bodyguard, has trapped you in your apartment, and has threatened you about your younger sister?

With a heavy heart and a sense of defeat, Yn finally gave in to the Marquis' demand. She unclasped the door chain and swung the door open, allowing him and Chidi, who was holding a plastic bag of meals, to enter. The weight of her decision settled upon her like an oppressive darkness, but she knew she had to prioritize Sydney's safety above all else.

Sydney's innocent eyes widened in delight at the sight of the Marquis and Chidi standing in their doorway, while Rosie merely scanned the newcomers with a pair of inquisitive eyes.

"It's the prince!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with excitement and admiration.

The Marquis, ever the manipulator, smiled indulgently. He approached her in their living room and crouched down to Sydney's level. His voice was dripping with charm as he said, "Ah, my little princess. I'm glad to see you too. Did you enjoy the ice cream?"

Sydney nodded vigorously, a bright smile adorning her face. "Yes, it was yummy! Thank you, prince!"

The Marquis then turned to Rosie who was eyeing him suspiciously. Yn was hoping the feline would bite him and drive him and Chidi out of the building, but to her surprise, the Frenchman slowly put a hand towards her. He let the cat sniff his hand first as if to show her that he meant no aggression. After a few more boops with her nose, the Marquis finally patted her on the head and then scratched the area below her neck, soothing the cat almost immediately.

Yn watched the interaction with a mix of bitterness and unease. She couldn't help but feel a pang of resentment towards the Marquis for effortlessly charming her sister and her cat, knowing that it was all a pretense.

As they stepped into the apartment, the Marquis' presence seemed to fill every corner, suffocating Yn with a sense of powerlessness. She felt trapped, her every move observed and controlled. She despised the way he commanded the room as if it belonged to him.

The Marquis then turned to Chidi and that was all the bodyguard needed as a sign before he put down the plastic bag on the dining table and put it on display one by one. Yn was observing how the Marquis listened to Sydney's chatter about her imagination with her dolls when Chidi suddenly spoke up, "You have bowls and plates?"

Yn nodded, sending one last glance at Sydney and the Frenchman before she entered the kitchen and grabbed several plates. She went out of the kitchen, immediately checking how her younger sister fared before she placed the platters on the table.

Chidi's precise arrangement of the French dishes on the table caught Yn off guard. Her heart sank as she realized that the Marquis had once again delved into her life, this time going as far as selecting meals that reflected his own culture. It was a display of control, a subtle reminder that he held the reins of their lives in his hands.

The table was adorned with an exquisite spread of French delicacies – coq au vin, bouillabaisse, escargot, and ratatouille, all meticulously prepared and presented. Yn's resentment grew as she felt her autonomy slipping away, replaced by the Marquis' dominating influence.

The Marquis and Chidi took their seats, and Yn reluctantly called for Sydney and sat down as well, trying her best to maintain a composed facade despite the turmoil of emotions raging within her.

Sydney's eyes lit up with excitement as she saw the spread before her and she effused, "Wow, look so yummy!"

The Marquis smiled, watching Sydney's enthusiasm with amusement. He told her in a gentle tone, "Dig in."

As Sydney eagerly began to eat, the Marquis and Chidi followed suit. Yn picked at her food, her appetite stifled by the oppressive atmosphere. She couldn't help but feel like a puppet, being forced to play along with the Marquis' charade.

She could see that Sydney was enjoying the meal, her innocent delight contrasting sharply with Yn's growing unease. The Marquis, for his part, savored each dish with apparent pleasure, savoring not only the flavors but also the sense of control he exerted over Yn and her family.

As the dinner progressed, the Marquis casually engaged in conversation, speaking effortlessly about his life, his wealth, and the grandeur of his world. He artfully wove a tale of opulence and allure, luring Sydney further into his web of fascination.

Yn's frustration boiled beneath the surface as she listened to his smooth words, recognizing them as nothing more than manipulation. She knew the Marquis was using this opportunity to manipulate her sister's innocent admiration, a tactic to further tighten his grip on Yn's life.

But she also knew that resistance would only lead to more danger for Sydney and her mother. So, Yn played her part by being silent while keeping a watchful eye on her sister.

As the dinner came to an end, Yn felt a sense of relief wash over her. She was hoping the Marquis and Chidi would leave after saying goodbyes and that she and Sydney would be left alone in their humble abode. However, she was rendered dumbstruck when only Chidi left the apartment as the Marquis closed the door after saying something to his loyal bodyguard in French.

Sydney noticed this and voiced out her confusion innocently, "Hmm? You're not leaving?"

The Marquis patted her head with his huge hand and said, "No, little princess. I will be staying here tonight."

Yn's heart pounded loudly in her chest as panic gripped her. Her body trembled with fear and trepidation, and her mind raced with desperate thoughts of escape. She felt like a trapped animal, cornered by a predator she couldn't elude. The walls of the small apartment seemed to close in around her, suffocating her with the weight of the Marquis' presence.

His smirk, like a serpent's grin, only deepened her distress. He relished in her vulnerability, knowing that he held all the power in this twisted game he played. He could see the fear in her eyes, and it only seemed to amuse him further, fueling his twisted desire for control.

The Marquis, seemingly unaffected by her unease, looked around the apartment with an air of ownership, as if he already considered it a part of his domain. His arrogance was palpable, and it made Yn's skin crawl.

Ignoring her silent pleas for him to leave, the Marquis continued to play the role of a gracious host. He asked with feigned politeness, "Where is your bedroom, Yn?"

Her voice caught in her throat, and she struggled to find the words. Fear had paralyzed her, leaving her unable to resist his will any longer. With a shaky hand, she pointed to the end of the narrow hallway, her heart sinking as she realized that her sanctuary was now exposed to the very person she wanted to keep away from her life.

He gave her a knowing look, a predatory glint in his eyes as he observed her vulnerability. He made no attempt to hide his intentions, and Yn's fear intensified. She knew she couldn't escape his grasp, not now, not here.

As they walked down the dimly lit hallway, Yn felt a sense of helplessness engulf her. Every step she took felt like a descent into a nightmarish abyss, with the Marquis leading the way.

He paused at her bedroom door, his hand lingering on the doorknob as he turned to face her. His gaze bore into her, stripping away any pretense of control she might have had. She felt exposed, as if he could see right through her, laying bare all her fears and vulnerabilities.

"Such a modest room for someone with such potential," he remarked, his voice dripping with both condescension and intrigue.

Yn wanted to protest, to assert her independence, and deny his assumptions, but her voice failed her. She was trapped in his spell, unable to break free.

With a final smirk, the Marquis pushed open the door and stepped inside, invading her personal space once again. Yn's heart raced, her mind filled with a tumult of emotions – fear, anger, and a deep-seated desire to break free from his clutches.

Inside her own bedroom, Yn felt a suffocating mix of emotions. The walls seemed to close in around her, and she struggled to keep her composure as the Marquis invaded her personal space once more. His presence felt overpowering, and she knew that she was completely at his mercy.

Her mind raced with thoughts of escape, of finding a way to outmaneuver him and break free from his obsessive hold. But every idea she came up with seemed futile against his cunning and power. She couldn't see a way out, and it only fueled her fear and frustration.

The Marquis circled around her room, his eyes taking in every detail as if he was searching for hidden secrets. It made her feel exposed and vulnerable as if he was dissecting her life and unraveling her every thought.

"Don't look so afraid, ma lapine," he remarked, his tone low and taunting. "You may have quit your job at the casino, but you haven't escaped my attention."

Yn's heart sank at his words. She had hoped that leaving the casino would grant her some semblance of freedom, but now she realized that the Marquis's obsession with her ran much deeper than she had feared.

He turned his gaze back to her, his predatory eyes locking onto hers. "If you have accepted my advances, you would no longer live here. You and your sister would enjoy the luxury of my mansion. Your bed would be much bigger than this bedroom."

Her anger at his arrogance and his objectification of her boiled beneath the surface. She wanted to scream, to demand that he leave her alone, but she knew that such defiance would only lead to more trouble.

"I don't want anything to do with you or your world," she finally managed to say, her voice trembling with both fear and resolve.

The Marquis laughed, the sound sending chills down her spine. "Oh, we will see, ma lapine. I always get what I want."

Her heart pounded loudly in her chest as she realized the extent of his obsession. He saw her as a possession, a conquest to be won, and he wouldn't rest until he had her completely under his control.

She stepped backward away from him and uttered with a stammer, "Um... I have to check on Sydney."

The Marquis arched an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with a twisted desire for control. "Of course, ma lapine. Don't let me keep you from your duties."

Yn nodded, eager to escape his presence. She turned on her heel and hurried down the hallway, her heart pounding in her chest as she tried to calm her mind. As she reached the living room, she saw Sydney back to playing with her dolls.

Yn sat down on the couch, letting out a sigh of relief, grateful for the respite from the Marquis' insidious presence. It was at that moment Sydney paused and turned to her, saying, "Sissy, let's go and watch the Barbie show!"

Yn nodded and set up the movie before starting it. With comfy blankets and pillows on the floor, the two sisters made themselves comfortable as they watched the show. Yn tried hard to focus on the movie, attempting to disregard the fact that they had a dangerous visitor in Yn's bedroom, doing who knew what.

As the movie played, Yn couldn't shake off the unease and fear that lingered in her mind. She stole glances towards the hallway, knowing that the Marquis was still in her bedroom, and it made her stomach churn with dread.

Sydney, oblivious to the danger, giggled and clapped her hands in delight at the cheerful scenes on the screen. Yn forced a smile, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy for her sister's sake.

The movie had been going for a while when Yn noticed a shadowy figure creep out of the hallway. It was the Marquis, wearing his usual white cotton shirt but with several buttons undone near the neckline. His pants were the same black one.

He smiled at the sight of the two sisters enjoying their movie night and spoke up, "What a cute sight. Mind if I join you?"

Yn's stomach churned with revulsion and fear as she watched him approach. She wanted to scream for him to leave, but she knew that it would only make things worse.

Sydney, however, seemed oblivious to the danger. "Sure, prince! We're watching Barbie! Do you like Barbie too?"

The Marquis chuckled, his eyes never leaving Yn's, as he approached their makeshift cozy nest, "I'm afraid I'm not much of a Barbie fan, little one. But perhaps I can find something else to do while you two watch."

Yn's heart raced with fear as the Marquis settled down on the couch behind them, his eyes never leaving Yn's form, and she fought the urge to squirm under his gaze. She focused on the movie, trying to escape into the fictional world on the screen and away from the reality of her situation.

But it was impossible to ignore the Marquis's presence. He seemed to radiate a sense of power and danger, and Yn couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of vulnerability in his presence, suffocating Yn's every breath.

Suddenly, Sydney glanced at the Marquis on the couch and said, "Why sit there? Lie with us. Here."

Yn stared wide-eyed at her younger sister, feeling livid at what she suggested, and before she could do some damage control, the Marquis replied with a triumphant tone, "That's sweet of you, Sydney. Of course. Let me settle down beside Yn."

Yn's heart sank as the Marquis shifted closer to her, his body heat radiating against her side. She fought the urge to recoil from his presence and body heat, trying to keep her breathing steady and her expression neutral.

He lifted up the blanket Yn was putting over herself and slid himself under it and made himself comfortable. She could feel the heat radiating off his body, and the smell of his cologne filled her nostrils, making her stomach churn with disgust.

His body invaded her personal space under the blanket. She felt trapped, like a prey ensnared by a predator, unable to escape his clutches. She desperately wished she could shield Sydney from his presence, but she knew that resisting him now would only make things worse.

Sydney, oblivious to the tension in the air, simply smiled and focused back on the Barbie movie. Yn forced herself to remain composed, her eyes fixed on the movie, trying to drown out the overwhelming sense of fear and discomfort.

Even as the Marquis' hand began to settle on her waist, Yn stayed quiet and kept her gaze locked on the TV screen. As the movie played on, she subtly moved away from him, trying to create some distance between them. But he seemed to notice her unease and responded by casually draping an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. His touch sent a shiver down her spine, and she clenched her jaw to hide her discomfort.

The Marquis chuckled, seemingly amused with her reaction as if the lack of consent on her part was all funny to him. His grip on her shoulder tightened, and Yn felt like a bird with clipped wings, trapped and powerless.

A few minutes into the movie, the Marquis' hand drifted from her waist to her breast and ended up squeezing her freely under the blanket, hidden from any eye. Yn jolted in shock before she pushed his hand away. However, he was persistent and stubborn. That same hand of his went back to her chest and gripped it threateningly, even if she attempted to push it off.

Yn gritted her teeth, trying to hold back her tears, as he began to squeeze her breast and groped her freely under the blanket. She broke out in a cold sweat, her hands trembling as she tried to stay composed.

To her horror, as the movie went on, the Marquis started to grope her more aggressively, using force every time she tried to push him off. Every attempt she made at pushing him off was met with more force, and the shock and panic were beginning to overwhelm her.

He ended up doing the one thing she did not expect him to dare to do right next to a kid - rubbing her pussy through her panty. He had slid his hand inside her shorts and freely rubbed her clit under the blanket despite her attempt to cross her legs and thwart his fingers.

"Look, she's asleep," the Marquis whispered next to her ear out of the blue.

Feeling confused, Yn shot her gaze at Sydney and realized he was right, her little sister was sleeping soundlessly next to her.

Yn quickly got up from their cozy nest and shut down the TV before she carefully picked up Sydney and headed for the little girl's bedroom to tuck her in. She needed this moment to recollect herself after the ordeal she had just gone through.

Silently, Yn laid down Sydney on her bed and pinned back a few strands of her hair that had come loose while she was sleeping. She took a moment to admire how peaceful and beautiful her sister looked in slumber, oblivious to all the tension going on outside her room.

"She's pretty smart for her age."

Yn frowned and glanced at the Marquis who had spoken in a low voice, mindful to not wake the girl. He was smirking smugly at her. His face showed no remorse or regret for what he had done earlier - his predatory intentions clear in his eyes.

Yn eyed the Marquis warily, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel his gaze on her as he watched her intently, waiting for her.

"Hurry up," the Marquis commanded softly, a dangerous glint in his eyes. Yn didn't need him to spell out what he meant; she already knew what his intentions were.

Steeling herself against any emotions she had towards the Marquis, Yn moved closer to Sydney's bedroom and lightly pecked her forehead in a goodbye of sorts before turning back around and heading towards her own room with the Marquis following close behind her.

Once inside Yn's bedroom, the Marquis locked the door behind him and proceeded to move closer toward Yn with menacing intent written all over his face. He reached out to cup her cheek when she backed away and whispered, "Stop. The walls are thin - Sydney can hear us if we go further."

"Then we have to be quiet then," countered the Marquis with a sly smile.

He leaned in closer to her when she suddenly pushed his chest away from her. She chided, "No! She will hear regardless! Stop or I-"

Suddenly, her lips were pressed hard by his as his tongue slid into her mouth and dominated her from the inside. Yn felt like she was being violated. Not able to think clearly with his tongue touching hers, she pressed her palms firmly against the Marquis' muscular chest, trying to push him away from her. However, the male was relentless and his tongue continued to plunder her mouth.

He gripped her wrists and pulled them away from his chest and held them in the air beside her head. All she could do was stand there frozen as he continued to kiss her, his tongue roaming around her mouth. She struggled against her reflexes, against her instincts to bite him back or push him off her.

She kept telling herself it was just a kiss - just a kiss - just a kiss - even though the Marquis practically shoved his tongue down her throat, groaning at her as if it was the best tasting thing he had ever sampled.

When he pulled away, Yn was gasping, her chest heaving rapidly from her shallow breaths. She stared at him with wide eyes and her hands trembling in his hold. He seemed completely unfazed about what he had just done, his face still adorned with that same sly smirk as before.

The Marquis didn't waste any time in making his intentions clear. He began to undress her, roughly tugging at her clothing with no sense of care or gentleness. Yn felt exposed, and vulnerable as he removed the last bit of clothing from her body until she was bare.

The Marquis didn't stop there. His hands were now on her body, exploring every inch of her skin as if it was his personal playground. He sucked on her nipples hard while his fingers explored down below, pushing inside her at a fast pace that made Yn gasp out loud in pleasure and pain all at the same time.

The Marquis pushed Yn onto her bed, his hands now exploring her body with an enthusiasm that could not be contained. His fingers were like wildfire on her skin as he moved them all around her body, making her shiver in delight and at the same time feel exposed and vulnerable.

His hands soon found their way back between her legs where he started to finger her gently this time but soon increased the rhythm until it was almost too much to bear. The Marquis seemed to know exactly what he was doing - for every push of his fingers there came a squelch of juices flowing out of her, each motion making Yn gasp and mewl out loud in pleasure and pain all at the same time.

Yn did not want to show any sign of pleasure and did not want to make a noise in fear of waking up Sydney, but she was struggling to contain herself as the Marquis continued to fingerfuck her lewdly. His eyes were dark with lust and locked on her face of carnal pleasure and pain.

Yn could feel herself getting closer to her peak and could hear the Marquis' breathing hitch as if he was also nearing his orgasm. She tried to push his hand away from her, but he just moved it back between her legs and started to finger her faster.

"Please... please stop," she whimpered as she felt the pleasure and tension mount within her. She felt like the world was spinning around her uncontrollably. The Marquis' leaned forward and kissed her hard and deep, his tongue entering her mouth and dominating her all over again.

He bit down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood and Yn could feel it trickle down her chin. His hands were on her shoulders, pinning her down to the bed as he continued to tongue her mouth, his fingers still thrusting inside her at a rapid pace. He was breathing hard, panting in her face as his hand continued to pleasure her ruthlessly.

Yn could feel an intense pleasure building up within her as the Marquis continued to abuse her drenched cunt with his long, veiny fingers. She could feel it coming; the orgasm was coming.

However, Yn gasped out loud when the Marquis suddenly pulled out of her, his fingers now wet with her juices. He lifted a finger to his mouth and lewdly sucked the juices off of it, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

Yn was panting harshly on the bed when the Marquis suddenly moved one hand to the back of her head, grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her closer to him for a bruising kiss. She could taste her own blood from his bite on her lips.

After tasting her tongue with his, he pulled away and began to remove his clothes with evident impatience. Yn realized what was going to happen and with a sudden burst of adrenaline, she attempted to roll off the bed and flee. Her effort, however, was in vain as the Marquis was quick to grab her by the waist and hold her down in a missionary position.

His face contorted into a primal snarl as he pinned Yn's wrists above her head and pushed his hips against hers. She could feel his hard arousal pressing against her as he began to thrust slowly yet forcefully against her. His hips moved in a circular motion that made her moan out loud despite herself.

The Marquis roughly slid his cock balls deep inside her cunt, eliciting a yelp from Yn. She could feel the sensation of being completely filled up by his large manhood and felt her insides quiver in pleasure. The Marquis' eyes were full of unbridled lust and he let out a soft groan as he felt himself fully slide into Yn's eagerness.

He began to thrust into her fast, completely feral upon feeling her walls enveloping his bare cock with her juices. His strokes were deep and powerful, pushing Yn toward the edge of climax each time as he pounded away at her relentlessly. His hips moved in a circular motion that sent shockwaves slamming against her inner walls making her moan out loud and beg for more.

Yn could feel the intensity rising with each thrust until it finally reached its peak when the Marquis grabbed hold of both of Yn's wrists with one hand while continuing to drive hard into her vulnerable body with the other. He was rocking back and forth faster than ever now, pushing Yn towards an explosive orgasm that threatened to burst out of her at any moment.

The Marquis pounded ceaselessly into her, his hips bobbing in a deep and powerful rhythm. His vigorous thrusts were relentless; Yn could feel the intensity of each impact resonating throughout her body as they rocked in an almost relentless circular motion. Her legs hung limply around his waist, her back arching off the bed as he moved inside her with feverish energy.

The air was filled with moans, groans, and the loud clapping of skin as the Marquis fucked her in unrestrained passion. Yn bit her lip trying to contain the orgasm that threatened to spill out of her at any moment, while the Marquis continued to thrust into her for what felt like an eternity.

At some point, Yn had to speak up with a shaky whisper in each ram of his hips against hers, "S-slow... down...! Sydney will... hear... us... Aah!"

The Marquis merely smirked in response and Yn could tell he had heard her, yet he continued to thrust into her with reckless abandon, disregarding her pleas. He seemed intent on pushing her to the limit and beyond, not holding back in any way. Yn felt her body tremble beneath his as she neared the edge of climax-- the Marquis intensified his thrusts even further, slamming into her with powerful strokes that sent shockwaves radiating throughout her entire being.

Yn felt as if he was using her like a fucktoy, or a possession, some kind of breeding toy for his own pleasure. His relentless pounding filled her with a wild mix of pleasure and pain that was driving Yn crazy as she tried desperately to contain the mounting orgasm inside of her. Her mental faculties were quickly fading away as she succumbed to the Marquis' sexual onslaught on her body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity spent in blissful agony, Yn's orgasm crashed upon her like an ocean wave and she shrieked as it took hold of all of her senses. The Marquis kept up his pace even as Yn clenched around him from within-- his movements becoming more fervent and erratic until finally he let out a deep groan and came deep inside Yn's tight walls.

Yn's whole body trembled uncontrollably as the Marquis continued to fill her womb until they eventually both collapsed onto the bed in exhaustion. He lay beside Yn, his arm draped around her shoulders as he pulled her close to his chest. She could feel his breath against her neck, and although she still despised him for practically forcing himself on her yet again, the warmth of his body was a comfort in the aftermath of their rough fucking.

After a few moments of silence, the Marquis suddenly spoke up, "I don't accept your resignation letter. Tomorrow evening, you go back to work at the casino as the bunny-girl."

Yn was taken aback by his sudden pronouncement. Even though her insides were still quivering from the Marquis' intense fuck, she managed to sit up and stare at him in disbelief and fury. She ignored the tingling sensation of his cum pouring out of her vagina and chided, "No, I don't want to go back in there."

"Is it because you have already paid for your mother's medical treatment?" the Marquis guessed as he made himself comfortable by adjusting the pillow underneath his head, "Or is it because of me?"

"It's none of your business," replied Yn, glowering at the Frenchman in distaste, "I am quitting no matter what. That is my choice and you don't get to deny it freely."

Yn stared into the Marquis' dark, menacing gaze and felt a shudder of fear ripple through her body. He seemed to be studying her intently, trying to read her mind, and Yn's heart pounded against her ribcage as they stared into each other's eyes. For the Marquis, this was the first time Yn had shown some backbone as she challenged him through the stare.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he spoke up with a deep and powerful voice thick with a French accent, "Fine. I understand your choice."

Yn was rendered speechless. She felt instant relief surging through her, but it was short-lived as the Marquis continued speaking in a low tone, "But you wouldn’t want anything to happen to your sweet mother, do you?”

Yn's heart sank at the Marquis' ominous words, and fear surged through her veins like a chilling current. She knew the depth of his power and influence, and the thought of her mother's safety being at risk sent a wave of terror coursing through her.

"W-what do you mean?" she stammered, her voice trembling with fear.

The Marquis leaned in closer, his gaze never leaving hers, and spoke in a low, calculated tone, "You should not underestimate me, ma lapine. I have resources, connections, and the means to make things very difficult for you and your family if you don't comply with my wishes."

Yn's mind raced with fear and desperation. She knew she was no match for the Marquis's wealth and influence, and the thought of him using it against her and her family filled her with dread.

"Please, I beg you," she pleaded, her voice cracking with emotion, "Leave my family out of this. I'll do whatever you want, just don't hurt them."

The Marquis's lips curled into a cold, calculated smile as he leaned back against the pillow, seemingly satisfied with her fear. He then said, his voice dripping with arrogance and dominance, "That's more like it. You will return to the casino tomorrow evening and resume your role. And if you ever try to defy me again, consequences will find you."

Yn stared at him in disbelief, feeling defeated and trapped. She knew she had no choice but to comply with his demands if she wanted to protect her family.

Suddenly, the Marquis reached out an arm out and wrapped it around her shoulders before he pulled her in to lie in the bed with him. He tugged her blanket to cover the two of them as he adjusted her head to rest over his chest.

"Relax, ma lapine," the Frenchman said with a tone of satisfaction, "As long as you obey me, everything will be fine. For you and your family."

Yn frowned and stared into space with distrust as she lay down against him. She loathed that she had to rely on the Marquis for her mother's safety. She wished she could do something more than just give in to his demands.

But there was nothing else she could do. And at that moment, she realized that no matter how much she despised the Marquis for forcing her to submit to his will, she really had no choice as he held all the power in the Marquis' hands. Every time she tried to escape him or stand up and fight against him, he would simply use his power or aggression to locate her and make her submit to him. Right now, he had even resorted to using her family against her, and she resented him for that.

Deep inside, a fire of defiance burned, and she vowed to find a way to escape his clutches and regain her and her family's freedom. As she lied down on his chest and listened to him drifting off to sleep, plans and ideas of how to break free from the Marquis' grasp began to emerge in her mind.

She could contact the police and have a restraining order, and she was hesitant about this plan since the Marquis could possibly twist this using his power.

She could bring Sydney and move to another apartment so the Marquis wouldn't locate and disturb them again, but the Marquis would still have a hold on her through her mother.

Or she could move into Barbara's house or Emily's apartment to at least minimize his contact with her and Sydney. Sure, he would still use her mother against her, but at least he wouldn't rape her in her own humble abode. All she had to do was submit to him only at work.

Or she could submit to him, keep on taking birth control pills, wait until her mother's fully recovered, and then move to a place far, far away to start anew. To a place where the Marquis wouldn’t have any idea where she runs off to.

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sturniolopepsi · 7 months

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‘tis the season…for seasonal depression (C.S)

cw: talks seasonal depression/anxiety/ED (LIGHTLY) (read at own risk please!) use of y/n ¿ANGST i think¿

req: no i was listening to “Can’t catch me now” by Olivia Rodrigo and we got here. enjoy!

A/N: please don’t read if your triggered by the topic! your mental health is more important and this fic will always be here to come back to when you’re in a better headspace love! MY DM’S ARE ALWAYS OPEN!

~what i write is completely fictional, these are just ideas in my head. i understand the people i write about do not and may not act like this in these situations ITS FICTIONAL BABES!~

NOT PROOF READ. AND JUST A JUMBLE OF THOUGHTS

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y/n’s phone buzzes on the night stand, she debates answering it but taking the covers off her head to face the world around her seems to be to big of a daunting task at the moment. it buzzes again but she chooses to ignore it, snuggling deeper in her safe place under the covers.

she hasn’t actually spoken to anyone in about two days… but this depression episode started about a week ago, y/n slowly started to drift away. her boyfriend and his brothers busy with meetings and their lives hardly noticing her absence.

***

the triplets getting home from their meeting, chris tries calling and texting y/n. with no successful attempts he goes downstairs into the kitchen where his brothers are sitting planning the next wednesday baking video.

“has anyone heard from y/n?” chris asks his brothers both of them having a confused look on their faces. “no actually not for a few days.” matt responds, “not since the day we brought her mcdonalds. which was monday i think” it was now Thursday. “last time i heard from her was tuesday she put a short response in the girls group chat but that was itttt.” nick adds now matching chris’ horrified expression.

chris knew of her seasonal depression but it only being november he didn’t expect it to hit this early and this fast. “yeah, i didn’t get to message her yesterday i passed out before i could” he starts walking out of the kitchen. the boys could hear his voice breaking knowing he’s blaming this all on himself. before chris knows it he has his beanie on and shoes on.

“chris, where are you going?” nick asks standing in the hallway looking out towards the door. matt starts to grab his keys knowing his brother is about to ask for a ride to y/n’s house.

“too her”

chris opens the door disappearing out into the cold winter boston night.

***

hearing the front door open and closing downstairs startles the poor girl awake. before the panic attack can start she hears his voice. “y/n where are you?” she would answer him. but she doesn’t want him to see her like this. so if she pretends she’s not here maybe he will think she’s at her parents house. though, knowing him he’d try there too if he didn’t find her here. causing her parents to then worry about her whereabouts and well being as well as chris. she hears his footsteps coming up the stairs.

“in here chris… i’m okay just not feeling good i wouldn’t come in” her voice cracking after not being used in a while. she hears his pace picking up over the stairs and a little knock on the bedroom door before he slowly opening it to the dark room. seeing her poke her head out of the covers tears instantly threatening to fall at the sight of him “i’m sorry” her voice breaks. “oh baby” is all he can whisper walking over to the edge of her bed.

that’s when the tears start, she can’t control them and she doesn’t even know why she’s crying every doubt every fear RUNNING to her head at once. he climbs in bed with her instantly pulling her into his arms. whispering, “i’m sorry baby… it’s okay… shhh… i’m here… i’m here pretty girl… you’re not alone anymore…” softly kissing her on the top of the head. her face shoved into his chest and her body rattling with each sob, which only makes him hold her a little closer and keep whispering sweet things to her.

after some time she calms, chris still holding her as close as before. “i’m sorry… i’m so sorry chris” she states again her voice stuffy from the crying. “don’t apologize, pretty girl. don’t ever apologize for this.” she looks towards him, her face red from the crying, her eyes soft and tired, hair a mess from being in her bed. that’s when he hears her stomach growl. “baby when was the last time you had something to eat?” he asks looking at her, her face going from this soft sad to a confused state. the fact she’s trying to remember when her last meal was let’s chris know it’s been to long. “umm mcdonald’s, with you” she responds. his face drops… “y/n… that was monday night kid, it’s thursday.” her face looks confused clearly not realizing what day it was. “oh my sweet girl… am i able to go and get you a bath ready or a shower depending on what one you feel comfortable with. if you want i’ll call matt once you’re done he can come get us we can get something to eat, stop and get some snacks, and you come back to our house? i want you to be close to me so i can make sure you’re okay” he understands that he can’t just 1. force her to leave her bed if she’s not ready yet hence why he asked if she was comfortable with that. and 2. he knows he can’t just tell her everything will be okay and she will be perfect and happy again. he knows depression works on its own time but, at least if she’s with him he will be able to keep an eye on her.

she slowly nods processing the information and making her decision. she also really doesn’t want to be alone so, it seems like a good idea. “yeah. that sounds okay… just will you sit in the bathroom with me please?” laying her head back down on his chest seeming silly asking him if that request. “of course. anything you need sweetheart. you just tell me when you’re ready to get up okay?” giving her a light squeeze kissing the top of her head once more.

“we will get through this y/n… no matter when, no matter where… i love you.”

“i know… i love you too chris”

A/N: IM SOBBING IM SO SORRY

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aria-chicken-flugget · 2 years

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Dinner with the Birches

Judd x Fem!Reader

Rated Mature for strong sexual language and content MINORS* Please do not read/interact

Fic length: 3.8k words

Warnings: Mentions Knife Play, Pet Play and Choking (Those cheeky Hormone Monsters eh ;) eyebrows eyebrows~)

Summary: You're invited to dinner with the Birches, a very loving, kind and sex positive household. How will you fare as an easily embarrassed teen who just so happens to be crushing on their eldest son...

A/N: This is my first piece for Big Mouth! Cross posted from my ao3 account under the same title. Fic under the cut, enjoy :3

“Di-Dinner? I mean, are you… are you sure that that’s cool?”

You chuckled nervously, absently circling the hem of your new, hot pink shirt between your thumb and forefinger. Leah threw her head back with a laugh before checking her nails,

“Oh my God, (y/n), you forget how my parents let just about anything come for dinner.”

A horrifying flashback of Jay Bilzerian giving them post-its for dinner came to mind, with a quick roll of her eyes at the memory and a smile towards you, “You are of course more than fine, they love you.”

You took a breath and offered another soft laugh, shaking your head,

“You’re totally right, they’re… they’re really sweet. I guess I just feel bad, it’ll be my third time in a row.”

Smiling softly to yourself at the thought. You checked yourself out in your floor length mirror, smile growing as you twisted your hips to check each angle of yourself,

“I really like the shape that this shirt gives me.”

“Omg! You look amazing, it really accentuates your waist and curves.”

She gave a wink and you both laughed,

“Thanks Leah!”

Connie chimed in from atop of your bed with crossed ankles,

“I just love women building up women! You two are as good as your big, beautiful boobahs in that shirt, baby~”

You flushed with a whine,

“Connie!”

Rolling your eyes some, unable to deny it and allowing a small smirk. She had a point, your boobs did look pretty good in your new shirt. Connie’s brows wiggled comically with a low and velvet tone,

“I bet Judd’s gonna love the shirt ~”

Lilting his name in emphasis. Your cheeks begun heating up, your wide eyes flit to Leah, as if afraid you were about to be caught out. Fortunately, she couldn’t hear Connie and was distracted by her phone. You waved your hands dismissively at Connie with a low hiss,

“Connie please, the guy’s a total psycho-“

Sounding unconvincing even in your own ears. Realistically on a personal level, you only knew what you had heard of him from Leah. You knew in yourself that you were rationalizing with an excuse and worst of all, so did Connie. Connie kept gushing,

“He’s gonna love it so much that he’ll wanna tear it right off of ya, and then tie you up to the bedposts with the pretty pink shreds, OOH Baby!~”

Raising a hand to her forehead in a dramatic sweep and squirming with a laugh to herself. Your cheeks were bright red as you whined,

“Connie! Would you quit it?”

Folding your arms across your chest as you tried desperately not to imagine being tied up by Judd…

“I hardly know him, Con. Besides he’s Leah’s brother, it’d be totally weird to think of him in that way.”

Emphasizing with a nervous chuckle, but it seemed your randy hormone monstress was keen on ignoring you,

“Ooh ooh what if he does it shirtless? Please God let shirtless Judd tie her up - We loveee a shirtless Judd, he is hotter than the fireworks comin’ out of my pussy on the fourth of July!”

“Oh God, Connie! Please do not go on, I do not want to know how that feels.”

You shook your head vehemently, facepalming. Ah fuck… now you can’t stop thinking about shirtless Judd.

“Do you remember when we saw shirtless Judd for the first time, after he sharpened his knives out back, smellin’ like woodchips and cigarettes? Whew baby~”

Connie held her chin in her hands as she playfully kicked her hoofs back and forth atop of the bed, opposite Leah who was thankfully none the wiser and still on her phone. Your hands felt clammy, you swiped them against the jean of your thighs. Swallowing a cotton ball and ignoring the balmy feeling of your flushed chest, you fanned yourself with a forced laugh,

“Whew… is it warm in here?”

Leah peered up from her phone,

“Hmm? I don’t think so. Oh wait, we should probably get going soon, Mom says dinner’s gonna be ready in a half hour.”

***

The front door swung open to a beaming Elliot Birch,

“If it isn’t the wonderful (y,n)! What a pleasure it is to see you again. Please, please come in!”

Gesturing with a sweep of his arm as he stood aside, you offered a bright smile,

“It’s lovely to see you again too, Dr. Birch.”

Smile widening at his ‘This Apron’s a Feminist’ apron. What an icon. Leah appeared bored, rolling her eyes half heartedly as she breezed inside past the both of you. Smirking,

“God Dad, do you have to be so corny every time? You saw her yesterday.”

“Well when in the presence of excellence one simply must, especially if that’s everyday~.”

He held his clasped hands to his chest with a soft sigh. You felt warmth in your chest at the kindness of your best friend’s Dad. He was like a pseudo parent, with enough light and love for all. You allowed a flattered giggle, but any other thoughts stopped dead as Judd turned the corner with his shirt over his shoulder. Abs and lean muscles glistening with a sheen of sweat. His trademark scowl upon you at the door, he gave a grunt of recognition,

“Hey.”

Flicking his knife in an effortless swish. Trying to ignore Connie going nuts behind you - and dare you admit, ignoring a fluttering in your stomach - all you could manage was a,

“Uh –“

Mouth open in a small ‘o’ for a dumb moment, fortunately Diane’s voice sounded from the kitchen and saved you from an awkward moment longer,

“Judd hurry up hon, dinner’ll be ready soon.”

His scowl somehow deepened with another grunt. Scorching emerald eyes met yours and the intensity behind them winded you. Was that a smirk? It happened too quickly for you to really tell, and before you could register it, he was stalking the stairs two at a time. You were left watching his taut back muscles with your mouth hung open as Elliot giggled with Leah. Connie was trying to tell you that he really did like the shirt after all, but you were too busy trying to clear your throat and come back down to Earth. You took a deep sigh, trying to cover it with a glance around the Birch family home, and distracting yourself with the pleasant aroma of a home cooked meal. You felt yourself tense, feeling curious eyes on you still. Ah shit, Leah and her Dad were right there, weren't they. They hadn’t witnessed your fluster, surely? Hopefully? And now you had to get through an entire dinner with Judd across the way… You could feel Connie’s eyebrows wiggling from where she nestled herself onto your shoulder, lashes fluttering. God Dammit, Connie.

***

“Uhh uhhh fuck, (y/n) looked so fucking good in that tight little shirt. That pretty pink fabric - her tits were practically popping out, what a little cock tease~”

Maury mused in a gravelly voice, Judd blanking him as he flung the knife in his hand at his target on the wall. Bullseye. Maury perched on the edge of the bed with an excited bounce,

“Bullseye! Judd, hey Judd – what if you used one of those knives in some knife play, huh? D’you think (y,n)’s into knife play? OOH what if you used one of your knives to slowly cut away her pretty shirt and, and just fucking motorboat those puppies haha. I tried that last week at a sex party with John Stamos heh-“

“Stop. Fucking. Talking.”

Judd interrupted with a low rasp, jabbing a knife in his direction as a warning. Then stalking away to the bathroom to shower before dinner. Hopefully the water can wash away his thoughts.

“Maybe you could beat one out in the shower before seeing those perfect tits again at dinner. OR, even better – skip dinner, bring her upstairs and plow her ‘til your shooting blanks!”

Judd growled a guttural sound at the silhouette outside the shower curtain, dangerously low. Rubbing his eyes under the hot water. Maury’s low chuckle emanated against the walls of his mind,

“Oho ho ho hoh it’s gone straight to your balls-“

“Next time you speak, I’ll stab you.”

Fuck you, Maury.

***

You were sat next to Leah with their parents heading the table, leaving you sitting opposite Nick and Judd. The room was quiet save for the clinking of cutlery on plates and rhythmic stabbing of Judd’s knife upon his plate. Anytime you peered over at him you felt your cheeks grow warm, and so were quick to avert your gaze. Hoping to distract yourself, you broke the silence,

“Thank you for having me over again, Dr and Mrs Birch.”

“Oh please, call me Diane, (y/n).”

“It’s a pleasure as always, (y/n) and please call me Elliot.”

Judd stole a glance your way to see your sweet smile, your bashful gaze turned to your food as you were tucking a stray lock of soft hair behind your ear. He soon returned to stabbing his plate. Leah’s sly smile grew as she observed the two of you, looking rather pleased with herself as she popped some food between her lips. Nick seemed to be ignoring everyone, head in his palm as he poked noncommittally at his food. Diane placed her cutlery down with a gentle voice,

“What’s the matter, Nicky?”

“Ahh, ’s nothing. Fought with Andrew.”

Elliot chimed in with concern,

“Oh no, what did you fight about?”

“Which one’s gonna fuck who, next?”

Judd interjected with that casual rasp, earning a light scold from his parents and you’d choked on your food. Nick whined,

“Shut up, Judd!”

He offered a sinister chuckle,

“What, worried he won’t feel your little dick if you did it?”

“Judder butter, play nice please, we have company.”

Elliot gestured towards you, who was being whacked on the back by Leah in an effort to stop your coughing. You waved them off good naturedly, eyes streaming as you wheezed,

“I’m alright, really.”

“Besides, it’s not the size of the boat but the motion of the ocean.”

Elliot flourished. You tried to laugh it off to cover your wheezing cough from returning, gulping down your water. Breathless, you managed with a coerced smile,

“Does your family always talk about penis every time you have dinner?”

“Sometimes we talk about other genitals too.”

Leah sounded almost bored, entirely desensitized to it. Your brows downturned with another nervous chuckle. Catching Judd’s serious gaze on you, you immediately glanced away with a deep flush. Elliot laced his fingers as he addressed the table,

“As you may know, (y/n) we’re a very sex positive household. We don’t want our beautiful children to feel any shame when it comes to something perfectly natural, such as us normalizing small penises -”

“Oh sure yea, let’s completely forget about my problems and talk about genitals again.”

Nick muttered under his breath. Elliot reached for his youngest son’s hand,

“Nicky, having a small penis is nothing to be ashamed of, don’t let anyone get to you about it.”

You could feel yourself tensing, eyes wide as your gaze flit around the table, lips taut as if sewn shut. Elliot finished with a honeyed tone,

“Whether you decide to be intimate with Andrew or not, anyone would be lucky to be with you.”

Judd chuckled lowly as Nick whined in protest,

“I don’t want to fuck Andrew! Argh, gross.”

“Elliot, honey, maybe we should try to talk about something else?”

Diane offered, sensing the table dynamics being thrown for a loop. Elliot kissed the back of her soft palm with a smile,

“Alright, sweetheart, anything for you~. Leah, (y/n), how’re rehearsals going for your new play?”

“Oh they’re going great so far, actually, thank you. We got the leads, we’re sisters in the show.”

You chirped, beaming as bright as the sun getting to talk about what you loved and best of all, you would get to work with your best friend. If you had a magnifying glass, or if you were in fact even paying attention to it at all, you may have been able to see Judd’s lips curve into a pleasant arc. Decidedly less menacing than usual. Maury and his gaggle of penises would be having a field day. Elliot beamed,

“Oh that’s wonderful!”

“Oh God what about that scene we have to rehearse for, tomorrow though? Talk about annoying.”

Leah mused, you turned to her with lightly knotted brows,

“Which one?”

“The one with Daniel – ugh. I think they’re still making your scene together an interpretative sex scene.”

“Wh-what?”

“Ew wait, Head Pusher?”

Nick screwed up his face in disgust as he asked, Judd stopped stabbing the table. You were too busy tensing up with an unpleasant feeling crawling up your spine to notice. Elliot chimed in,

“'Head Pusher?' Should we be concerned about this young person?”

“Nick said I slashed his tires.”

“Right before Nick was sick in his hat, ha.”

Leah interjected with a laugh so that it was uncertain whether anyone had actually heard Judd’s criminal offense. You whispered to her,

“Do your parents know about that party?”

“Oh it’s fine, we got grounded for it, they know.”

“Oh okay hah.. ha..”

You tried a laugh but all this oversharing was… odd for you, to say the least. Not to mention the discomfort seeping into your lower abdomen at the thought of having any kind of scene with Daniel the Head Pusher.

“Yes I was… sick in his hat haha ha..”

Nick rubbed the back of his neck as he caught Diane’s narrowed gaze before he shot out,

“But at least I didn’t cum in the living room, that’s the worst thing to happen in that room.”

“Worst thing so far -”

“That was your friend. Your friend came in the living room.”

Leah pointed out with a scoff, her fork pointing his way, once more over shadowing Judd’s ominous threat. Judd was chuckling to himself at the news,

“Ha, Nice.”

All the while you had some salad lodged in your throat again, bobbing up and down unable to get it down. Nick uttered to himself, surprised,

“That wasn’t supposed to reflect badly on me, I don’t really know what to say now.”

“Does Andrew have a bigger penis? Is that what’s been upsetting you, Nicky?”

Elliot took his son’s hand again, voice rung true with concern despite the nature of the question stirring different reactions from the table. Nick slid his hand out from his father’s grasp as if he’d burned to the touch,

“Oh God Dad, no!-“

“His chode is bigger than your little dinger though, bet.”

“Fuck you, Judd!”

“Well someone should- and that someone is you~“

Connie muttered in your ear, almost making you jump out of your seat. Leah offered,

“Nick girls don’t care about penis size as much as guys do.”

“This wasn’t even what I was talking about! You all assumed and started talking about dicks!-“

“You know pleasure isn’t always strictly penetration, in fact I’d argue the opposite –“

Diane began and you’d finally swallowed the lodged food. You stopped trying to eat in favour of rubbing the tense spot on your brow,

“Oy vey-”

“Oh totally, but the effort in trying is better than a fucking head pusher, gross.”

“Hear that, Nick? You’ll get points for trying - if you can actually find someone that wants to hook up with you first, haha.”

“Is it so bad that he hasn’t uh.. done that stuff yet? I mean he’s still young, we all are… still young. Young and pressured ha ha... ha.”

You found yourself interjecting Judd’s low sting in a ramble, cheeks growing warmer by the minuet as it tumbled out like word vomit. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Judd after catching his unreadable gaze. Lately when you looked at Judd and caught his thousand yard stare, it made you feel things in the pit of your stomach that you only really seemed to hear about. Leah quirked a blonde brow at Judd’s response, or lack of one thereof. Diane smiled at you,

“I think that’s true, too. There’s a lot of pressure on young people to do things they may not even be ready for.”

“I hope no one’s ever made you feel that way, (y/n).”

Elliot once again with concern ringing true in his tone and intent, but only causing your shoulders to tense with a flush crawling up to your ears. You cleared your throat in an effort to even your voice,

“N-no no, not at all, thank you uh, for your concern haha I am just swell.”

Jesus Christ, swell? That’s what I’m going for? Well, too late now. Your held your arms with your head hung in a dip, Elliot was ready to preach to you about loving yourself when it was likely the last thing you needed in that moment. Judd seized you up from across the table, scowl deepening before eyeing his parents. He was quick to pluck the balsamic dressing bottle up, and tossed it over at Nick’s head,

“Hey Nick, think fast.”

“Ow Judd, what the fuck? What was that for, asshole?”

He chuckled that low sinister laugh at the connection the bottle made to his brother’s head,

“I told you, I’m an agent of chaos, you little scrunt.”

Nick rubbed the spot with a whine before slapping Judd’s arm. Diane raised her voice some,

“Judd! - Boys, stop that right now!”

“I need to get the fuck to college.”

Leah held her head in her hands for a moment, meeting your gaze between her fingers,

“Please tell me you’re finished with dinner, we can hang out upstairs if you are.”

***

After some time with Leah in her room, you were on your way out when a sweet chittering sounded by your feet,

“Hmm?”

A racoon had weaved itself between your ankles with it's excitable trill. You simply bubbled with laughter as you crouched down to meet it, any prior nerves melting away as the little racoon let you pet their fluffy head. It bumped its head up into your hand as you pet it, stroking between their eyes with your index finger,

“Well aren’t you sweet! You seem uh pretty domesticated for a wild animal?”

“Raccoons can’t be fully domesticated -"

“Jesus!”

"-but apparently they’re pretty good at catering small events.”

You shot up at the sound of Judd’s velvet voice coming out of nowhere from behind you, hand flying to your chest. Judd seemingly unfazed by the outburst had continued over it. His lips curled in an impish smirk. The racoon that was perched in your hand had fled behind Judd’s calf with a warbled chitter. Your lips curving in an unexpected smile as you met Judd’s dark smirk,

“We should get a bell on you or something, you scared the shit out of me. That was some Adam's family bullshit right there.”

“Ugh fuck, she’s into pet play? Please tell me she’s into pet play and wants to put a pretty bell collar on you or, or on herself, Mmmngh~”

Maury was still foaming at the mouth in the background, Judd grunted at him but made to ignore him as his slight smirk fell on you,

“You’re one to talk, your dumbass dramatic reaction just scared the little guy.”

Your attention drawing back to the little fella chittering from behind Judd’s leg. You rolled your eyes, trying to suppress your smile as you did. Folding your arms with a quirked brow at Judd, before crouching down once more with a gentle smile,

“I’m sorry little one –“

Maury opened his mouth to speak as you began leaning down with that open collar, Judd glared at him murderously,

"Don't even think about it."

Before you could get into your apology, the fluffy racoon seemed to have immediately forgiven you. They hopped right into your arms, making you giggle in delight,

“Well alright then~”

“God she’s as bright as the sun, that usually disgusts us in a person.”

Maury rubbed his furry chin in thought, observing (y/n) with the racoon. After a moment more of laughter, you realized Judd was observing you with a quizical brow. You cleared your throat and stood tall, scratching the back of your head,

“Anyway, I uh.. I should be heading off now. It was nice to meet you um..?”

“Cookie. That one’s Cookie.”

You could hardly suppress your smile at the name, biting down on your plush lips,

“Cookie. Unexpectedly cute.”

“Just like Judd~”

Connie wiggled her brows with a seductive lilt, to which you rolled your eyes. Judd was no where near ‘cute’… but you couldn’t deny that learning small things like this about him made you smile, and spread an unexpected warmth through your chest. Judd allowed a small smirk,

“Cute? You don’t know why they’re called that.”

That near psychotic smile matched with that low husk made you question your initial analysis. Either way you chuckled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear with a confident smile,

“Then maybe you should tell me about it sometime.”

That stopped his smirk short, his brows raised as his lips parted in a small ‘o’. Your own smile dropped at his response. Oh shit, did I say something wrong? Before he could respond, Leah emerged from her room,

“Oh, (y/n) you’re still here?”

Judd grunted with a deepened frown, side eyeing Leah as he heard her voice from behind him. Your rosy cheeks and bright eyes met hers with a faintly opened mouth, as if about to speak. Leah leant against her door frame as she mused in a lilt,

“Well it’s dark now, I don’t think you should go home alone –“

“I’ll drive you.”

Leah smiled with raised brows, I didn’t even have to finish~

“Oh ok, are you s-sure? Thanks.”

Judd grunted in response,

“Yea, common.”

Fishing his keys from a surprise compartment behind a painting.

“Be safe, kids~”

Leah winked at you from her doorframe, you caught it as you peered over Judd’s shoulder before heading down the stairs.

“Oh Shit - Leah knows you wanna bump beautifuls with her sexy jungle cat of a brother!”

“Wait what?! I thought she meant ‘be safe’ because he drives like a maniac?”

“Oh my sweet summer child-“

Connie cradled you in her anthropomorphic hair arms without any space between you, you kept inhaling her fur. You felt like you were a dog toy being squeezed. You tapped her furry side,

“Uh, Con.. Connie – can’t breathe!”

She let you go with a small apology, watching as Judd met the bottom of the stairs, grunting at you in a way that prompted your frozen limbs to move again. Connie lilted,

“I’ll let Judd do the chokin’ baby~”

Ah fuck… now you’re fantasizing about fucking in the back of his car.

#Judd Birch x Reader #Judd Birch #Big Mouth #Judd x Reader #fanfiction #fanfic #light smut #Dinner with the Birches #tw: knife play mention #tw: pet play mention #tw: choking mention

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