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Night-Time Worship ; Bo Sinclair

Bo Sinclair x Fem!AFAB!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1959

WARNINGS: nsfw, dub/non-con just to be sure and because its bo, somnophilia, oral (fem recieving), fingering (fem recieving), pussy worship, softish bo, the slightest bit of daddy kink at the end (bo calls himself daddy), bo cant be nice to you when youre awake, bo mocks reader, bo knows the reader isn't really in love with him, possessiveness, kinda sorta proofread but i suck so...

Bo keeps his blue eyes trained on you as he slides down the length of the bed, pulling the cover off of you as he does so. Everything he does is deliberate, careful, trying not to wake you from your peaceful sleep, though he can't help but drag his fingers along your bare skin, your body warm under his unsettlingly gentle touch. Last night had been rough, a common occurrence with him, but you had fallen asleep in bed before he had gotten out of the shower. He tried sleeping beside you but something was stirring under his ribcage, a rat burrowing its way through his organs away from the heat of his heart, and he couldn’t stop glancing over at you. And now here he was.

Bo can still taste the remnants of last night on his tongue, the cigarettes and the liquor and your sweetness all mixing together to make him dizzy as he settles in between your legs. You were in just a t-shirt and underwear, laid out on your side, sound asleep. You’re pliable under his touch, his rough and calloused hands grazing across the flesh of your hips as he turns you on your back. You stir slightly but settle back down, your legs closed together.

He wets his bottom lip as he pushes your knees apart, his thick fingers hooking around the cotton underwear you wore, pulling it to the side. He leans forwards, his eyes fluttering closed as he breathes in your scent, a shudder going through his body, letting himself get lost in you. It was rare for Bo to pay attention like this, his mind and hands focused solely on you and not his own cock. The quiet and darkness that surrounded him gave him the confidence to take his time with you. His movements were slow, gentle, a grace you were never granted when you were awake.

In the dead of the night, when you were too tired or fucked up to pay him any mind, Bo allowed himself to treat you the way he wished he could in the morning light.

He slips the fabric down your legs, leaving it hanging from one of your ankles as he settles onto his stomach, his lower half hanging off of the bed, his face level with your cunt. Reaching his hand towards you, he uses two fingers to spread your lips for him, revealing your already wet core. “Fuck, darlin’,” he whispers, mostly to himself, his eyes trained on your pussy. “All wet for me still, huh? In your dreams, thinking of me down here like this…” He trails off as he carefully blows against your core, watching your body squirm at the coldness of his breath.

“Bo?” You murmur, stirring in your sleep, but he shushes you gently, quieting you down with a press of his fingers against your thigh.

“Go on back to sleep. M’not doing nothing, baby.” He grins when he sees your hole clench and he stays there like this, his face mere inches from your cunt, his fingers keeping your lips spread wide for him, until your breathing evens back out. “Gonna make you feel good, promise,” he whispers, brushing his nose along your inner thigh, his eyes closing. “Just give me a minute, baby.”

He presses a gentle kiss against your thigh where a few bruises were beginning to form. He knew they were his fingerprints and he grins at the thought of his mark being on you for a few days later, the pain of brushing against them reminding you of the time you two shared. Bo’s eyes open and he shifts his focus back to your pussy, his other hand coming down to lightly press against your clit. Your body reacts as it does when you are awake, your hips twitching, your legs attempting to close. You were still asleep, your head back on the pillow, and Bo brings his fingertips to his mouth, coating them in a generous amount of spit before returning them to your clit.

With him positioned between your legs, it was impossible for them to close, your knees pressing against his shoulders as he begins to rub deliberately slow circles. “How’s that feel, darlin’?” He whispers, not expecting an answer. He doesn’t want one, either; he was in his own head now, imagining a day long from now where the two of you were in love, not whatever it was you felt for him now. A day where you craved his touch instead of allowing it to happen. A day where the first flicker of emotion in your eyes when you saw him was affection and not fear. Bo would never admit that to you, to anyone, not even himself, but he felt it.

His very bones craved to be loved, cracking under the pressure of his own inability to give it.

Your pussy reacts to his fingers exactly how he hopes, your hole clenching pathetically around nothing, begging him to fill you. He chuckles lowly as your hips squirm against him, not away from his touch, but into it. You let out a small whimper and Bo decides it’s time to reward your body for its patience. He shushes you as he pushes in two fingers, letting out a satisfied groan when he gets to the third knuckle with ease.

“So much easier when you ain’t fightin’ it,” he says, his eyes flicking up to your face displayed in moonlight. Your eyes are still closed and, besides the crease in between your eyebrows, there’s no sign of you waking up just yet. He remembers how much you had drank with him, laughing and telling him you could easily keep up with him and becoming a sloppy mess after a few beers. You had held onto him, your nails digging into his arms, as he fucked you, and despite the fog in your mind, it felt like the first time you had allowed him to see the real you. The one desperate for his touch, for his cock, his cum, his pain and pleasure, in whatever way he’d give it to you. “Still so tight for me, Y/N. I gotta fuck you more, don’t I? Yeah, I do. Gotta stretch my girl out.”

The lack of degradation from himself isn’t lost on Bo, but he buries that down deep, focusing on the task at hand. His fingers begin to pump inside you, curling with each thrust, hitting the part inside you that, when you were awake, had you crying out in pleasure. For now, though, Bo was satisfied with the small squeaks and sighs you were letting out; you couldn’t hide how you felt now. When you were awake you could try to; turning your face away from his never-ending stare and biting your lip until it bled, but here? Now? All you could do was listen to your body.

“Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, you know that, sweetheart?” He croons, swallowing back a moan. His hips had begun to move on their own, grinding his cock, which was held back only by his underwear, against the mattress. He hisses at the friction, the sound of your wetness filling the room as he fucks the length of his fingers inside you. “So tight, suckin’ my fuckin’ fingers in, can barely pull out. Greedy little pussy, ain’t it?” He laughs at his own comment, drunk off of the feeling of you.

Bo adds another finger, speeding up, and he leans forwards to lick at your clit. The added pleasure makes your entire body jolt, a low moan pouring from your throat like a wound. He grins, lapping at your cunt as his fingers pump inside your tight pussy. “Fuck,” he grunts against you, closing his eyes and losing himself in the taste and feel of you. “Your pussy tastes so good, baby, come on.” He wraps his pink lips around your clit, sucking gently, humming around it. You tasted better than any liquor he could find and you fucked him up just as much.

“Cum for me, baby, show me you love me.”

You do. You wake up as you cum, half asleep and delirious as the rug is pulled out from under you, your body convulsing, hand reaching out to tangle into his hair. “Holy shit!” You pant, your hips grinding down against his fingers and tongue, prolonging the pleasure. Bo lets you ride out your orgasm, pulling away with a satisfied and smug smile, pulling his fingers out of your cunt before popping them into his mouth. “Bo? Did… did you just…?” You look down at him, your face hot, blinking away your grogginess.

“Make you cum? Yeah,” he says as though it’s the most obvious thing in the world. He sits up on the bed, towering over your frame. “Your poor little pussy was soaked before I even started touching you, darlin’. Clenching, calling out to be, begging for my tongue and my fingers.” His grin turns a touch darker, the shadows of the room casting an eerie appearance on his handsome face. “And you let me. Stayed asleep and let me make you feel real good.”

You swallow thickly, your brain still foggy from the alcohol of last night and the sleep you had just been in. He grins, seeing how confused you look, and he leans forward, his hand resting beside you, his body in between your legs. His fingers press against your lips, gently at first. ”Open up. See how sweet you taste when you don’t hold back for me.” When your lips don’t part you see his jaw clench before his fingers press down harder. “C’mon now. Don’t be fuckin’ difficult.” Anger simmers behind his eyes. “Oh, I get it. Maybe you liked that you were asleep. Liked that you didn’t have to pretend to hate it this time ‘round.”

“Bo-” You say, gagging when he shoves his fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. He smirks, staring down at you as you hesitantly wrap your lips around his thick fingers, your eyes flicking up to meet his gaze.

“Bo.” He mocks, a wave of shame washing over you as you squirm underneath him. He pulls his fingers from your mouth and wipes the spit onto your cheek, grabbing your chin roughly. Any restraint or gentleness he had shown you while you were asleep was gone now, not that you had a clue. “No, please don’t eat my pussy while I sleep, Bo. Don’t make me cum, don’t make me feel good, don’t give me what I fuckin’ want when I’m too fuckin’ bitchy to ask.” His voice is higher pitched now, making fun of you. His voice returns to its gruff and angry tone as he leans in, his face inches from yours. “You’re mine, Y/N. When you’re awake, when you’re asleep, when you’re fucking dreaming; you are fucking mine. Forever. You know that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Bo tilts his head at you as he asks, letting out a satisfied hum when you give him a slow nod. “Good. Now, thank me for making you cum without you havin’ to fuckin’ beg for it.”

Swallowing back your shame, your rage, you force a smile up at him, the wetness and heat between your thighs evident. “Thank you, Bo. That was… thank you. I don’t deserve you.” You say, forcing the words out, feeling yourself clench as he pulls his underwear down enough to pull his cock out, swiping it through your folds. You hate to admit it, but you knew it was the truth. You were his, forever.

“You’re welcome sweetheart. Now just lay still, alright? Let daddy cum and we can go back to bed.”

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romana-after-dark · 11 months

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The Wrong Way: Chapter 8

Dark!Joel Miller x Fem!Reader Tommy Miller x reader (secondary)

Masterlist

Spotify playlist

Summery: You are sold to Joel to clear up some of your fathers' debts, and he takes you back to his house where him, Tommy, and high ranking members of his raiding trope stay. Joel is mean, cruel, and hash, but had small moments of softness that confuse you in your venerable state. Over time, you get to know him and Tommy, and see different sides of each, and both are hiding secrets. Was it possible to fall in love under these circumstances? Or was that just another way Joel was fucking with you?

Aka: my mom sold me to One Direction

WARNINGS FOR FULL FIC, NOT CHAPTER BY CHAPTER UNLESS SOMETHING NEW IS ADDED AFTER MASTER WARNING LIST: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!!! Fic contains graphic depictions of sexual assault, rape, molestation, dubcon/non con. Blow Jobs, PIV sex, lose of virginity, sex trafficking, past incest, death/people dying everywhere, Stockholm syndrome, falling for your rapist, victim blaming, torcher, branding, physical abuse, rape (not Joel), somno, dub con on tommy? idk he's not really into it but feels like he has to, self-harm/depression/suicidal thoughts (not a lot) but fair warning, major age gaps, love triangle, pregnancy/birth, threats of abortion, major character death, mentions of potential csa/child abuse but does not even come close to happening, forced pregnancy, forced housewife shit, breeding, breeding kink?!?!

I wanna add we're really heavy on the birth/pregnancy, forced birth, choking, domestic violence, threats of hanging and murder. Can't say I didn't warning yuh (unless i missed a warning of course. then please let me know so i cant edit ASAP) Like this is a rough chapter, a lot of violence to a pregnant woman. but I wanna say right now...

The baby will not be harmed in anyway. Baby will be born healthy, and live and have a good life in both the main ending and alt ending.

5k words (sorry not sorry lol)

Also to clarify a few things I guess i didn't make clear enough in previous chapters!

Joel only 'guessed' that Tommy and LO slept together. He had suspicions but thought he could trust Tommy and his 'girlfriend'. When LO rushed to stop Joel from hurting Tommy, that was his 'evidence'. Joel was beating Tommy because he found out about Maria.

Joel only heard part of the conversation between Zach and Little One. Nick said way back in chapter 3 the wall are thinner than she thinks. He didn't know Lorenzo had any part of it, and because LO didn't rat him out, he never will.

Thats my bad for not being clear!

Can you catch the Superstore homage? (aka i rewatched two episodes just to take it line for line lol)

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Month 3

No one warned you about morning sickness.

You knew fuck all about sex before you came to Joel’s, just a thing or two from your friend back at the ranch and how to get a man off with your mouth or hands, but pregnancy and birth was next to nothing. You didn’t even know how pregnancy happened really, other than a penis in a vagina until you asked Tommy early on if you were going to get pregnant. After a very uncomfortable talk for both of you, Tommy explained that Joel told him he pulls out, so you should be good… Lorenzo said you can still get pregnant that way, but thinking back to the night Joel almost killed Tommy and you… Joel finished inside… the timing added up.

Pregnancy and birth were entirely unknown to you, and you wished someone would just give you a heads up. Joel had a daughter and no doubt had been through at least once pregnancy, and Lorenzo had mentioned 4 of his 6 older sisters got pregnant before leaving the house… something about no sex education, men too old for them, and their religion not believing in birth control or abortion… but you didn’t know what half those words meant, and after Lorenzo mercilessly made fun of you for days about not knowing Joel’s song for you was actually a very famous song, you didn’t dare ask him about the words, or anything with pregnancy. You didn’t want to ask Joel either, not wanting to give away how terrified you were, not wanting him to think you didn’t want to… But you did! You did want this baby, you reminded yourself again and again and again, because Joel was good to you, Joel took care of you, Joel would care for this baby too. You’d be bound to him, and he’d never get tired of you this way, and he wouldn’t hurt the mother of his child, right?

The birth was something you tried not to think about.

So here you were, puking your gut out before you even had breakfast and Joel held your hair back.

“Shhh, shhhhhhh” he coo’d and you heaved, yellow bile and acid coming up from inside you since the little food in your stomach from dinner had been thrown up 5 minuets ago.

With a final spit into the toilet, you sink back and Joel wipes your mouth for you. “I think that’s it.” You mutter, and Joel carries you into your shared bedroom, laying you down with the care of an infant before kissing your forehead.

“Don’t worry about breakfast, little one. I don’t need anything this morning.” He says before kissing your cheek. But you were worrying about breakfast, because you wanted it… but the only way you’d be getting food is if you made it. Tommy wasn’t here to care for you anymore. “I’ll be gone until the evening, what's for dinner?”

The thought of cooking, the thought of raw meats and the strong smells of spices made you want to vomit again. “I dunno…”

“I think a few of them chickens is ready to be butchered, you ever made chicken parmesan? We got that cheese I brought back yesterday, you could make something like that.”

You groan a bit, exhausted and tired despite being only 3 months in. You didn’t sleep at all last night, nightmares of the past and the future plaguing you. He knew that you didn’t sleep, you had told him… “Joel I can’t, the butchering, I feel so-”

“I’ll make Lorenzo do it.” He promises. “Chicken parmesan it is then?” He decided for you. What he didn’t understand is it wasn’t just butchering a few chickens. To make chicken parm you need chicken breasts, not the rest of it. You didn’t waste meat, so Lorenzo kills (you could do it on a normal day, but not with your heightened smell) then you pluck, clean, Lorenzo butchers, then you have to separate the different parts and put them into hygienic storage and take them to the freezer locker, then thoroughly clean yourself, all the tools and surfaces (and Lorenzo) to prevent illness. It would take hours. But Joel didn’t see that, he only ever saw the food at the end of his day.

“Okay” You agree reluctantly, and he begins kissing your neck and groping you, no doubt wanting a quicky before a long day of unspeakable violence. “Joel, please, I don’t feel good.” You beg him not to, but you learned in the past that this never got far.

His morning breath wasn’t helping anything as he tugged down your shorts. “I’ll be quick.”

You knew what that meant. Joel slid into you with no prep, no lubrication, and it burned. The steady rocking was the last thing you needed right now, and with his head buried in your neck, you covered your mouth as the nausea took over. You threw up, but like everything the last several months, you just swallowed it down again to deal with when Joel was gone. When he came inside (wasn’t he worried about you getting pregnant again?) you quickly pull up your pants and run to the bathroom, pushing past Lorenzo no doubt on his way to babysitting duties with you.

As he watched you run past and heard the sounds of throwing up, Lorenzo caught Joel’s arm as he brushed past. “Peppermint or ginger. Find it, whatever form it's in. Oils, drops, whatever. If you can find the leaves or the root we can make it into a tea. Just find it, it’ll help her nausea.”

Month 4

“Okay Lorenzo, I got a question for you, and you can’t make fun of me.” You say as you cook, the swell of your belly beginning to show now.

“No guarantees.” He says, sitting his drink. How did he find so much alcohol?

“Fine. Okay… when Joel and I have sex-”

He visibly cringed. “Since when do we talk about our sex lives?”

“Renzo.”

“Fine, go on. But remember I’m not exactly an expert on female anatomy.”

You take a deep breath. “Okay. Well I told you he always pulls out right? Um… ever since I told him im pregnant… he doesn’t.”

Lorenzo waits for you to continue, but you don’t. You think that’s it. “What the problem?”

You continue to avoid looking at him, stirring the soup. “Well.. what if I get pregnant again?”

He stares at you like he’s trying to make sense of your question before the recognition sets in. “OH!” But before he explains what he means… his face shifts… theres something sad in there, a hint of pain in his eyes you only saw once, the face he had as he looked at you in disgust while Joel carried you from the bedroom to the bath while you were covered head to toe in spit and cum and period blood… was it pity? “Jesus kid… No one really taught you anything, did they?”

“C’mon, just tell me.”

Scrubbing his face, he sighed. “No, you can’t get pregnant while your already pregnant.”

Oh. “Wait… really?”

“Yes, really.”

“Ah. Okay then.”

There was a long, long silence before he spoke again. “If you got any other question about, like… pregnancy and birth… I can try and answer.”

Joel had been trying to find a doctor, a midwife, something for you… but it was slim pickings in Wyoming.

Five minuets later, you were squealing, covering your ears, but laughing. “Ew! What the hell is a mucus plug! You know what, I don’t wanna-”

“IT’S A PLUG FULL OF MUCUS IN YOUR VAGINA WHAT DO YOU THINK IT IS?!?!” He yells loud enough to get past your attempt at blocking your ears.

“NAH NAH NAH NAH NAH!!! I CAN’T HEAR YOU!” But you still could.

“Honestly in the last month or two all kinds of weird things are gonna come out of you including but not limited to a very slimey and weird looking baby.”

You gasp, feigning indignance. “How dare you insult my unborn child!”

“It ain’t personal, sweetheart. All babies look ugly as fuck as newborns. Now, let’s get back to the gritty details.”

With a squeal, you try to run away. “No! I know enough!” But you’re laughing. It felt like you were messing around with Zach back in your childhood home.

“My sister Elaina lost like 4 teeth.”

“AAAHHHHH!”

Month 5

Joel had finally found a midwife of sorts. Well, technically, Jack did, as it was his cousin. Maura had been a nurse in the birthing wing a short time before everything went to shit and had been helping women deliver babies ever since. Initially, she told Jack to keep his mouth shut. She hated Joel and didn’t want a thing to do with him, but when no one else showed up and you were in your 5th month, she relented, purely for the sake of the innocent kidnapped girl.

“Put the fucking gun away, Joel.” She said as she entered your room, grabbing the barrel in Joel’s hands and pointing it to the floor. “Point that shit at me again and I’m not helping your child bride.” She stared him down, head tilted up only slightly to reach his eyes. If she was intimidated by Joel, she wouldn’t

Joel glared at her, but he didn’t have many options. “If you hurt her-”

“From what I hear, you’re doing enough of that yourself. Now, you stand up against the wall and watch if you want to, but don’t interfere, and do not try to intimidate me, understood?”

You watched in awe as she stood her ground… It had been months before you had done anything of the sort against Joel, only standing up to him when Tommy’s life was in danger. Joel gave a curt nod and she turn to approach where you lay, sat up against some pillows.

A gentle smile was on her face, but it was clear she was here for business. Still, her confidence and certainty put you at ease.

“My name’s Maura, I’ll be helping deliver this baby.” She was beautiful, with long black hair and a light smattering of freckles on her face, but got straight to the point. It was clear she knew what she was doing, asking you questions you hadn’t even thought of yet and examining you. When she was done, she stood up, looking at you, not Joel. “It seems despite the circumstances-”

Joel tried to interrupt. “The fuck’s that supposed to mean”

But Maura ignored him, keeping your attention with her bright brown eyes. “Despite the circumstances, everything appears to be progressing naturally, theres no cause for concern as of right now. But you need to keep things low stress.” It was then she turned to glare at Joel, to emphasize her point.

Maura said she’d be staying near-by and Joel was paying her a hefty price for her services. When you’d go into labor, Joel was to send a man on horse to fetch her, preferably Jack, but she warned she would armed, and she’d be there shortly.

That night, Joel held you close as you discussed baby names.

“How about Loretta? Like that singer you liked?”

Joel hums, none commital. “I always liked Dorothy, we could call her Dolly as a nickname. I know you like Dolly Parton” Joel had been teaching you about old country music, and you certainly had a few favorites. Not knowing many women in general, your pool of girl names was not strong so you drew from singers he’d mentioned.

You scrunch up your nose a bit at that. “I like Dolly, I don’t like Dorothy.”

“It was my grandmas name, I’d really like to name our daughter after her.” His voice had that tone to it, the one that left little room to argue, but you tried to push past Dorothy.

“Maybe June? Like June Carter?” You knew how particle he was to Johnny Cash, but also... that was the name of the only friend you had before Tommy.

“That’s beautiful, little one, June it is.” He smiles into your skin, and you think you’ve won, when he says. “Dorothy June.”

He had already decided, and there was no real option to argue or change his mind. You’d just call her Dolly, then.

You had one thing you really, really wanted for boy name, and you desperately hoped you could get it, but you couldn’t tell him why. You didn’t want any more kids so this was your only shot. You hadn’t even wanted this one, but as your stomach swelled with life, motherly love came with it and you decided you’d make the best of the situation. The child inside you was your number one priority. “Okay, boys? I really like Caleab… It’s my favorite boy name…” You didn’t have to tell him that was Zach’s middle name.

“I like it, bebita.”

You got what you wanted. You knew Joel was hoping for a girl, so you figured he was less particular on the boy name.

“Got any ideas for the middle name?” You ask him.

“Nothing in mind, really. I’m open…” He kisses your neck. “Anything you want?”

You keep quiet. The name you wanted… he’d never go for.

Joel pulled you closer, nuzzling his face against you as he whispered. “Ah. I see.” You freeze. Tommy hadn’t been so much as alluded to since he barely made it out alive and you thought for sure Joel would have a fit, and you began to prepare yourself to feel a hand wrapped around your throat… But he tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed into your locks as he settled down for bed. “Caleb Thomas”

Month 6

Lorenzo was getting on your fucking nerves today, and you were about to fling the frying pan, bubbling grease and all, at his face.

“Will you shut up?”

“No, I’m not going to shut up because you are being fucking stupid!” Instead of his usual spot sitting at the kitchen table, he’s standing, arms crossed, in the doorway as you tried to get diner done. “I told you the first day, you are a dumb. Bitch.” he was drunk, three sheets to the wind and absolutely no filter.

“You have no fucking idea what I am! I am trying to fucking survive, Lorenzo, I am trying to keep myself and this baby-”

“You are playing housewife to a serial murder and a rapist!” He yells at you, clearly frustrated. “You are rewarding all the bad things he’s ever done you just give positive reinforcement-”

“Don’t fucking blame me! I’m not reinforcing the bad, I’m reinforcing the good!” You storm over to him, glaring Lorenzo down. “You have no fucking idea how bad things were! I used to dream about killing myself, about dying, about Joel finally snapping and doing it! I am doing the best in the conditions I have!”

“You could have left! You could have left with Zach and gone off with him for fucks sake!”

With a burst of anger you didn’t know was even in you anymore, you shove him, hard, causing the drunk to fall over. “You wanna know what he did last time I tried to run? He caught me within 10 minuets, dragged me back and chained me to this table-” You point at the table that you and Joel sit at most evenings now for diner. “And raped me in front of everyone, Lorenzo! Then he branded me and left me to be gang raped by all your little buddies here! And no one could stop him, not even Tommy! All Tommy could do is stand by and watch, and unchain me after Joel left before anyone could do anything more!”

Lorenzo was not deterred. “That’s my fucking point!”

“If I leave and he catches me, I am dead!”

Scoffing, Lorenzo rolls his eyes from where he’s slumped against the floor. “Yeah, that’s why”

Unsure how much more you can take from him, you motion him to continue.

“You just don’t wanna admit you fell in love with your rapist.”

That was enough. You begin to walk away from him, but he follows after you.

“What about when you give birth, huh? What kind of father is he going to be? Are you going to stand by while he beats your kids?”

“SHUT UP!” You scream, still walking away.

“And what if you have a daughter? You just gonna let him molest her like your dad-”

You wipe around so fast you don’t even have time to blink. “No, Joel isn’t like that.”

Lorenzo laughs at you, cruel and loud. “You are 20 years younger than him, he raped you! You really think he’s above-”

“YES! He will not hurt her like that!”

“And if you have a son? Do you really wanna raise a man like Joel? The kind of man who beats and rapes innocent girls?”

Tears prickle at your eyes now, a terrible tightness in your chest bubbling with stomach bile. “N-no, that’s not gonna happen, I won’t let-”

“Oh, because you’ve had so much choice the last year, havn’t you. Sooooo much control.”

“I won’t.” You shake your head vigorously. “I won’t let anything happen to my baby, Joel won’t hurt them.”

“So, say he doesn't. You really gonna raise a kid here? Half the men here would’ve raped you, given the chance! You really think your child is safe here?”

You can’t argue with him when he’s right. But he doesn’t get it. Joel is good now, Joel protects you, Joel will protect the baby… Joel is gentle now… soft, kind… he thinks of you, he sings you songs… he plays music for you, he’ll be a good dad… You’ll be okay…

You shut down, going into autopilot. You don’t look at Lorenzo as you walk back to the kitchen to finish frying the chicken. Joel would be home soon.

Month 7

“JACK! GET MAURA!” Joel shouts as you groan on the bed, the tight contractions hurting.

“Joel, it hurts!” You call for him, and in a flash Joel is at your bedside, letting you squeeze his hand.

“I know, little one, I know…” He pets your hair, having flashbacks to Sarah’s birth…. He wanted another girl so bad, but god, he just wanted a healthy baby and for his girl to make it out alive. Birth was dangerous in modern medicine, nonetheless a post-apocalyptic shitstorm.

Lorenzo stood in the doorway, biting his nails. “You’re not due for another 8 weeks!”

Grunting through the pain, you let a rare bout of sarcasm slip. “Oh yeah, that’s right, never mind.”

“Could be false labor, you know? That’s called Braxton-Hicks contractions?” Lorenzo looked more nervous than you.

Joel ignored him. “It’s gonna be okay, Maura’s on her way and I think even out here 32 weeks is gonna be okay.” Joel wasn’t entirely sure about his own words. 32 weeks meant a premature baby, and pre-mature usually meant NICU… but there was no NICU to go to… if the babies lungs were under developed or anything like that, there were no options.

Lorenzo was chewing through his nails enough to draw blood. “Or maybe it’s Braxton-Hicks”

At that, Joel finally acknowledges Lorenzo. “Okay, we get it, you know the term Braxton-Hicks, we’re all very impressed.”

“AHHHHHHH” You yell, wishing to get there was something for the pain.

Lorenzo wouldn’t shut up. “Okay, contractions are getting longer, that means your in active labor?”

“Her water hasn’t broke yet!”

“Is she dilated?”

“Does it look like her pants are off to you?”

“Well check!”

“I don’t know how to tell! Weren’t you bragging last month you helped your sister give birth in a Walmart?”

“That doesn’t mean I know how to check if she’s dilated!”

“You know more than me!”

“I’m not sticking my fucking face between legs!”

“Oh, because you’re gay you’re suddenly scared of vagina’s?”

“What are you talking about?”

“So you’d rather let her just die?”

“DIE? Joel she’s not gonna die because I’m not looking at her fucking cu-”

“GUYS” you shout, causing both to turn and look at you. “The contractions stopped.”

There’s a moment of silence before Lorenzo speaks. “Oh. Huh. That’s uhhh… Braxton-Hicks I guess. False labor.”

As Joel kissed you that night, sex was the last thing you wanted, but you knew there was no point in fighting it.

Joel sucked on your throat, already bruised with dark marks from the night before, now sore and aching with new licks and bites, his hands roaming to expanse of skin presented before him. Gripping, feeling, pinching, tugging, some things felt good, some hurt, but that didn’t matter. He’d get you off, he always did, at night anyway, but you knew sometimes he just liked to feel you, feel what he owned. The pain is mine. Your cries are mine, your cunt is mine. And if you bleed? Your blood is mine.

Your belly round and swollen with child, he could not hardly keep his hand off it, every time his hand traveled to explore, it quickly found itself returning to its home, never wanting to miss a kick. He slithered down, nestling his face between your legs and devouring your pussy the way he did your neck, the way he did every piece of you, body and soul and until there was nothing left but this subservient version of you, weak and obedient to his hands. He lapped you up, skilled tongue exploring through your folds only pausing to nibble at the soft skin of your thighs or kiss the round stomach above him. He felt extra possessive today, a desperate, anxious way about him as he devoured you so hungrily you wondered if he intended to eat you, swallow you whole to keep you with him forever; a communion, and you were the eucharist, a matrimony of cannibalism.

You wanted to tug at his hair, you wanted to entangle yourself in him but your belly was in the way, so you simply laid back and enjoyed as he tongue fucked you, prodding at your entrance, his hands on the globe where your child waits to be born.

“Fuck, Joel, need you, need to cum, please.”

You beg for him, plead, and he devours. Joel knows you love when his perfect, plus lips such at your mound and your clit with long fingers fingering into you, and you yelp when they curl up and hit that spot inside you. “Keep moaning, little one, let me hear you.”

You obliged. Sometimes you wondered how sick everyone in the house was of hearing you, but they weren’t the ones you needed to please; pleasing Joel kept you alive.

“I need you inside me, please” Nudging him with your leg as you cry for his cock. “Joel, I gotta have you inside me, I need to cum on your cock, please? Please, Joel-”

A wet, sloppy sound as he detached from you, and his eyes looked just as hungry as he acted while he crawled up. “You beg so pretty, little one, such a pretty little cock whore.”

But you didn’t have time for his talking, you needed him inside you, now; the hormones of the pregnancy had a mind of their own. You take a chance and push him down, watching Joel smile as you straddle his waist. “God, I just- just need you.”

“The take me, little one, take me”

You cry out as you sink down onto him, feeling your cunt split on him. “Fuuuck!” Sobbing, you take him fully and begin to fuck yourself on him.

“Just like that, pretty girl, fuck, taking me so well, gonna have you all stretched out to have this baby, huh? Gonna give me a child, little girl? A baby of our own? Fuck, fuck you look so pretty like this, swollen with my child, stretching your stomach as I stretch your cunt, fucking perfect, my perfect wife.”

Wife.

Wife?!

You knew Joel was delusional… but fuck, Lorenzo was right… you were playing house wife. Joel thought of you as his wife…

“Gonna fuck you full of my cum, again, and again, keep you constantly knocked up, make our happy little family, you and me and a dozen little kids running around, FUCK, our family, our family.”

You continued the pace, you couldn’t falter, you couldn’t slow down, you couldn’t hesitate; you couldn’t give any sort of reason for him to think you didn’t want this…

But it suddenly struck you

You were trapped. Joel trapped you with a baby, knowing you’d need him to protect it, knowing you’d never leave your child… and now he was going to keep you pregnant. You could never leave with 5,6,7 kids, it would be impossible.

“Yeah, fuck yourself on my cock little one, just little that…” Joel reached out to touch you, roughly manhandling your tits that were swollen and engorged.

You begin to cry, but that wouldn’t give away anything for Joel; he fucking loved that shit.

One hand on your breast, one on your clit. “Cry on my cock, baby girl, cry when you cum.”

You did, you sobbed as you came, your body betraying the horrors you felt at his hands.

Month 8

“Hey Joel? Can I talk to you about something?”

You had to do it. You had to. And it had to be now. You two had fucked less than half an hour ago and he was currently eating your food, humming contently. He was always lovey-dovey after sex, and was always much happier after food… The pair didn’t line up often, so now was your chance.

“What’s on your mind, little one? Nervous about being a mother? You’ll be a great mom; I just know it.” He smiled at you with puppy dog eyes, looking up from his plate, and you couldn’t help smiling back, not when he showered you with compliments.

“Well… you’ve said before you wanted lots of kids… but we… well this little baby was an accident.”

“A miracle, not an accident.” Joel corrected you. You didn’t see how conceiving a child the night he was threatening to blow your brains onto a wall for sleeping with his brother if you didn’t shoot said-baby’s uncle was a miracle… but you digress

“Right. Well… we never really talked about more kids… and although I’m over the moon about this baby, I did initially not want to have it.” Joel’s face began to darken, but you powered through. “Maybe we could see how we feel about one kid after a few years before thinking about-”

Joel slammed down his silverware. “What are you trying to say.”

But you freeze. This was a bad idea, you needed to placate immediately, you needed to calm him down. “N-nothing, Joel, just thinking out loud.”

He stood up, a deadly, blank stare on his face, so far removed from the adoration as he bestowed kisses on your ever-growing belly. Joel walked around the table, standing behind you and placing firm hands on your shaking shoulders, leaning into your ear.

“You say’n you don’t want my kids? Don’t wanna be their mama? You don’t wanna be my wife?”

“No, no that’s not-” But you don’t get a chance to finish, his hand is wrapped around your throat and insane strength pulling you up and out of the chair, the wooden furniture toppled to the side in a loud clatter. He slams the back of your head against the drywall, you’re toes barely touch the ground; struggling to breath, you claw at his hand, but he doesn’t even blink.

The panic begins to set it.

“YOU ARE NOT IN CHARGE! YOU DO NOT GET TO MAKE CHOICES!” He screams, and out of the corner of your eye you watch as a few men hesitantly gather, like vultures waiting on the next piece of deadmeat. You couldn’t see who, but it didn’t matter. Even the good ones couldn’t intervene.

Joel’s face was suddenly right in front of yours. “Everything you have, any freedom, any luxuries, any power you think you have is because I have given it to you.” Black spots appeared, your vision blurring, sinking into the unknown and god, did it feel sweet. Was it finally over? “I bought you, I own you, you have no rights! You are nothing! You are nothing but a toy for me to play with, a breeding bitch and you should be so lucky to sit at my table!”

He let go, but as you gasped for breath, Joel yanked at your hair and patched you across the room, not letting go of his grasp on you as you flung into the counter. What he didn’t know, what he could never understand was how the handle of the draw rammed into the brand on your side. Suddenly, all sense, all rational went out the window, and you were violently thrust back to last year as he burned his initials into your skin. The flashbacks were triggered, and the result was nothing short of hysteria. You cry out for the only person who would step in.

“TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMY!TOMMYYYY” You scream, the fact Tommy was miles away didn’t matter, nor did the fact this would only anger Joel more. This didn’t matter; you wanted him, no one but him, and all sense was knocked out of you.

Joel pulls you up by your hair and slaps you hard enough that you taste blood and screams at you to not say Tommy’s name, but you can’t stop, you scream and scream and scream for him to come save you and your baby, the precious little life inside you that has never done anything wrong.

You fight and claw and panic, hysterics drowning out the one or two voices telling Joel to stop; who they belonged to, you couldn’t say.

Joel stopped listening, and the voices grow louder as Joel drags you, kicking and screaming, outside; rope and a chair in his hand, your hair in the other, and Joel walked with long strides to a tree outside.

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YEEEEEEESSSSHHHHHHHHHHH Cliiiiiff hanger, hanging from a cliiiiiiffff thats why he's caaaaallled, Cliff Hangers!

Who else used to watch Inbetween The Lions? Anyway.

Who wanna guess what happens!

Only two chapters left!

For the sake of credit, if you didn't find the superstore reference or dont watch the show, most of the dialogue between Joel and Lorenzo and LO was between Amy and Jonah from two birth related episodes of superstore

Also, Maura is named after my dear dear friend @maura-honey who although is not generally a fanfiction girlie, made a tumblr so she could read, like and reblog this series and always sends me such lovely messages <3

Reblogs are the best way to spread and support, but comments mean the world. I know not everyone likes to share dark content on their blog, but even a kind anon is such support!

for those who voted you dont like or hate or Lorenzo, I hope that doesn't mean you hate him as n he's a bad character. I got a comment on AO3 that said "i cant tell if i like lorenzo or not, but i like him in the story" which makes sense! His victim blaming is really fucking shitty.

no poll today, sorry!

MoonBanana said they think LO copes by lying to herself until she beleives it, what do y'all think? is she as delusional as joel?

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hirik0 · 9 months

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09Soap/Ghost Omegavers AlphaSoap OmegaGhost

CW: mentioning of past rape/non-con

Ghost knows the second they are getting on exfile something is wrong. He just can't put his finger on it. Maybe he's just getting sick after 3 months in ass cold siberia. He's so tired and it's so warm, his cloths are to itchy. He rest his head on Soaps shoulder before closing his eyes the fly back to the UK is long, maybe he feels a bit better after he sleeped. Even through the scent blockers he could smell Soap, jew and the sea. Save, hes thinking and this should have make all his alarms ring he never feel safes around Alphas. He moves his head a bit to be able to scent the Alpha better making a nearly silent purr that Soap cant hear over the sound of the engins. The first heat Ghost has since Roba is about to hit him. The first time Soap notice that everything is going to hell is when he gets the smalest hint of a lemon smell in his nose. Not knowing that Ghost is a Omega he thinks the smell most be from on of the pilots, so he just rest his head on Ghosts before he also falls asleep. The walk to Price office for the debrief feels like its taking forever, Ghost knows is just 20 minutes from the runway to the office but every think in his brain is just so muffeld as if something is trying to pull him under. Ghost honestly just wants to sleep, with as much blankets as possible, at the same time a unexplainable feeling of dread is also start to build up. He still brushes its of as just getting sick, what is also happening rather rarely to the degree that he just wants to sleep. When he walks in to Price office he's put off by the smell of cigars in the room having to hold back a gaging sound. Something is wrong Ghost thinks to himself, still not able to put his finger on it. He can just go into his room after the debrief. It's probably not that big if a deal to even mention.

The moment Price notices that everything is going to shit is when he smells a very low hint of liquorice in the air. He stops Soap mid sentence and looks at Ghost and he sees how glossed over the Lieutenants eyes are. Soap looks concerned from Ghost to Price, feeling that something is off. "Simon? Are you going into heat?", Price ask suddenly really concerned and is blindsiting Soap totally with this information. Ghost heat? Ghost is a OMEGA?!? No that can't be right Ghost is a beta all the years he knows Ghost he never had a heat. Ghost is just getting sick, Price must be mistaken. That's when Ghost starts to panic. Heat?!?, he's going into heat? Oh fuck no, he can't NO. Please everything but a heat, he takes a bad flue everyday. The foul smell of Roba and his men is filling his nose and he's about to throw up. "Oh bloody hell", Price curses before calling medical when he sees the absolute horror in Ghost eyes. The two had a deal the second Ghost notices heat symptoms he tells Price even if its a false alarm, but he guess that this also hit Ghost totally unprepared. Suddenly Ghost is pressing himself into a corner of the office, hyperventilating. Feeling the hands of long dead men roaming over his body, hearing their disgusting remarks about him, hearing Roba laught everytime he cryed and blowing cheap cigar smoke right into face. He feels uterly disgusting felling the urge to just scrath away the skin this men touched all over again. So he start scratching over his arms till he starts to bleed. Soap trys to stand up but Price tells him to stay where he is, knowing that the second Ghost rembers he has at least 20 knives on him he will use them to defend himself unnable to distinguish between friend or enemy. It's ugly, when the quite big medical team appears. They have to press Ghost to the floor with 3 people what is an absolute fight for all people involved. Some people now having a bloody face from broken noses or bloody lips a few will have a black eye. When they are finally able to sedate Ghost everyone is sweating. Ghost clearly having the feeling he has to fight for his live.

Price and Soap are staying behind in the office Price looking worried and Soap is so fucking angry. His blood is boiling never being this angry not even in rut, this was preventable. This is something he needed to know, what if it had hit Ghost earlier when they where still in Russia. "Why was I never told Ghost is a Omega, why is it not in his file?", he demands to know. "It was never important, Soap", PRice trys to explain, setting Soap of in even more rage. "Never important, this is fucking important to know", Soap is bearly abel not to scream at Price. "This is his first heat since Roba. Soap, we weren't even sure he still is able to go into heat after everything. So it was not important to know for anyone. Besites a selected few." That stinks and fuels Soaps anger even more. Ghost trusted him, he worked so hard for it, did this not qualify to be one of the selected few? "So you led him on solo missions knowing he could go into heat?!", Soap is yellig now. "Soap he still takes supprestents and blockers this would never happen. We also talked about it that IF he notices something is off he returns to base mission unfinished everything was taken care of", the older Alpha growls, now having his own problems to stay calm. "Well did work out really good, hell does Ghost even fucking know what going in to heat feels like if he haden one in so long?", Soap screams and then he is hit full force with a realisation. The only person Ghost had contact for the last 3 months is him. This is his fault and that all because Price thought it was not important to tell him. The older Alpha makes a displeased noise when he sees a face of absolute horror on Soaps face. "Soap, this is not your fault", he trys to calm Soap down but failing miserable. "Well it's not like its his natural heat cycle. He spend the last 3 months nonstop with a only one Alpha, me, of course this is my fault", Soap spits out, the rage slowly gets replaced by guild and shame. Price wants to argue back, but the phone is interrupting him.

"This is Dr. Bloomberg with an update. When Lieutenant Riley woke up from the sedaction he had a full blown panic attack and started to hurt himself again. Because of the severity of the PTSD he's is experiencing we gave him a new experimental emergency drug. The drug basicly stops the hormone production that are neaded for a heat. Its the absolute sledgehammer solution. His reaction is really bad so we had to put in in a medicial coma." Price heart is dropping. "We think his reaction is so bad because he didn't had a heat in 7 years. We are optimistic we can pull him out of the coma by Friday if his blood work comes back good, we can't tell for sure because the drug is still so new and Lieutenant Riley beeing such a special case." Price face is dropping getting pale at the news, all the anger he felt just crumbling in to nothingness. "Thank you doctor." Soap sits on the chair feeling absolutely miserable, a hard knot of guilt is forming where is stomach used to be. "Is there anything we can do?" "I fear not Captain, time will tell, but we are optimistic that he will be as good as new when he's out of the coma", Bloomberg says not really convinced herself. "Captian, you should think about a mating candidate for him, the drug is generally working a lot better on mated Omegas." "A mate? Doctor, by all respect but I don't see Ghost take anyone as his mate in the near future." "I fear with how badly this all went down he dont has a choice anymore. We cant put him down in to a coma every time he gets a heat, Captain", Dr Bloomberg sounds like she also hates this. "Thank you Doc you can call me or Captain MacTavish at anytime if you have any updates.", Price ends the call sounding very mechanical. It's silent in the office and Soap wants to throw up in the hope to get rid if what ever the fuck is replacing his organs. "Its not your fault Soap. He's around Alphas daily, some off them not even bothering to take blockers with out ever going in to heat. Every Alpha in 141 could have triggered it", Price trys to reasure Soap again. Soap just looks at him with a gultiy expression and Price asks himself if he should have told Soap. Even if telling Soap wouldn't have changed a thing.

The news that Lieutant Simon 'Ghost' Riley is a Omega spreat like wild fire on base. The compalins of Omegas about mistreatment dropped drasticly. The new respect even the most macho Alphas starting to show is either a sighn of fear or respect. Soap on the other hand still feels missrable. Everyone in the 141 told him its not his fault but it dosent matter, he is at fault for Ghost being in a coma. Dr. Bloomberg called earlier totady that they will wake Ghost up today, his lab results clearly having improved, to a level they think he's stable enough. They will call later in the day if Ghost already can get visitors or if they have to wait till monday, because of how badly he reacted to the emergency drug. Soap sits in Price office, begging to be send on a solo mission. "Soap, i will not send you on a solo mission while you throw yourself a pitty party. You will end up dead. Even if Ghost is angry at you, he's just out of a coma he should not be able to kill you. I honestly dont even think he will blame you." "You just hope if i apologies he will not kill anyone for the mate think", Soap accuses Price. "Oh no, the mate thing that can Dr. Bloomberg tell him, its her idea anyways." Thats the second think Soap hates, Ghost getting a mate, he just hates to even thing about Ghost having a mate. His alpha instincts are raging over this. It dont make sence he knows that Ghost is a Omega for 4 days. Ghost getting a mate should not make him so angry, he never got angry over Ghost flirting with anyone before. The information that Ghost is a Omega just should not change how is Soap feeling about a potential partner choices. "You already looked for someone?", Soap asked stiffly. "Im not going behind Ghost back with this, his choice to chosse a mate might be forced on him, but I will not force a person on to him." This is relaxing Soap a bit. A small voice wispering in his head, so I can become his mate.

When Ghost opens his eyes he just wants to die. His head is feeling like his brain is trying to make his skull explode. He fells like the second hes moving hes about to throw up. For some reason his throat feels like he try to eat sand and hes having a pretty bad memory lost. He just remebers the fly bad with Soap and everythink after this is just gone. He notices how many nedels are in both his arms and even his neck. He in medical, why is he in medical? He was not hurt right? Did the aircraft crash? Where even is he, besides a hospital room? The next think he notices the smell of lemon and liquorice. Hes not on blockers, why is he not on his blockers? Hes feeling panik rise up again and this is not helping his nausia. A nurse is entering his room smiling at him timidly. "I will get Dr. Bloomberg, Lieutnant", she says before leaving the room again. His panic is diying down a bit, hes back at base he still dont know why hes in medic but it look like they made it to home base. If he would know what hes about to learn he would prefere to not made it back. When the Doctor is entering his room she has a nervous look on her face. As if she was hoping she had a bit more time before this conversation. "Im, so sorry Lieutnant", the female Alpha starts and the feeling of dread is bubeling up in Ghost. "You, got in a unexpected heat right after you returend with Captain MacTavish." Ghost pukes on the floor, this is the worst think ever to happen to him. "Because of your past you got a bad panic attack and we had to use a new drug on you to forcefully break your heat. Your body didnt took this so well, but we had no choice. So you were in a coma for 4 days. And Im so sorry to say this but we think it would be the best for you to take a mate from a medical point." Ghost is shortly stopping pukeing his guts out to look at the Doctor. "We have to asume you're about to get a regular heat cycel again and we hope if you have a mate we dont have to put you in a coma everytime you go into a heat. The new drug is working a lot better on mated Omegas. Im so sorry this is probably the last think you want to hear." And even while hes still pukeing out a concernig amount of acid he believes the doctor. "We will give you something against the nausia.", is the last think before the docotor is basicly running out of the room. The first think after telling the nurses about the anti nausia medication Dr. Bloomberg is calling Captian Price. "I think its the best if we give Lieutnant Riley time to prosses all the information, I will talk to him again tomorow, but no visitors till Monday, Captain." "How's he doing?" "Hes puking his guts out, what is not of concerns because thats a more normal site effect of the drug. I'm not sure how long we will keep him. He's really not handeling the drug well. I honestly would prefere to never use it on him again if we dont have to." "Even with a mate?" "Even with a mate, maybe he will response to the drug better if his heat cycel gets more regular. I honestly dont think it was ever used on a Omega that did'nt had a heat as long as the Lieutnant. Even if he refuses to take a mate, he atleast should have a few Alphas that can help him break the heat. He will not able to serve anymore other wise and he cant go back in to a civilian life like this. We really need to make this clear to him."

Price is sitting in his office still thinking about what the Doctor told him. He agrees that they cant send Ghost back into a civilian live, especialy with him having heats again and how horrible hes handeling them. He looks into some of the files of members of the 141, trying to figure out whitch of the Alphas besites him are now on duty to atleast get Ghost throw his heats. The list will be just as short as the list of people keeping it a secret that Ghost is a omega, that list only had 4 names on it. Its a struggel, he needs expirienct Alphas for this iliminating Roach one one of only Alphas Ghost trusts. The other canditate is Soap, but Soap is still feeling aboslutly horrible about Ghost going into a heat in the first place. The problem is the only other Alpha he trust with this is mated meaning that basicly all his candidates are the worst choice. He still orders the three in his office to talk about this. Soap, Roach and Ozone are sitting in front of him. "I had a call earlier with Dr. Bloomberg. Ghost is awake and still expirencing side effects from the drug they had to give him. Dr. Bloomberg is of the opinion that if Ghost refuses to take a mate he at least should have Alphas helping him with his heats. These Alphas will be us 4. If Archer is not confortable with this you're out Ozone." The three are nodding. "Roach you will team up with one off us at the begining, Ghost will not be a easy Omega to take care off. I will talk about this with Ghost first think on Monday before that nobody can see him he still needs to recover", Price explains the situation. Soap feels like throwing up upon this news. He of all people should not be here. "Soap, can you please stay behind?" "Yes, Sir."

Soap sees Roach and Ozone walk out of the room and he just feels miserable. "Son, I know you about to protest about this, but you are one of the only Alphas that Ghost trust enough to agree to this." Soap just looks at the floor feeling like he dont deserves this trust anymore. Tears are filling his eyes. "Soap, look at me", Price pleads and Soap looks at him as the tears start running down. "I'm sorry. I should have told you. You are right you had a right to know as the other Captian of the task force. But even if you knew it was probably already to late he was already at the beging of his heat. I honestly also wouldnt have know that is happeing if Simon didnt told me he what his scent is", Price says while Soap is sniffing and nodding along. "What is his scent, Sir?", Soap ask with a teary voice "Liquorice and lemon." "There was a hint of lemon smell on exfill but i thought is was one of the pilots." "Soap the only think you could have done different was bringing him directly to medical. Everythink else would have just turned out the same the moment Simon realised what is happening", Price reasures him and for the first time in 4 days Soap starts not feeling so miserable and guilty. "Thank you Price."

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rust-bearer · 3 months

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It’s about the FLAVOR! First Aid barely looking at photographs when he scavenges, and he doesn’t want to scavenge houses but they’re so versatile with what they might have, and the risk of attacks is so low compared to a store. Just don’t look. Don’t look at the walls, or at the beds. And when you have to, it’s a mercy killing. It’s euthanasia. Everyone has the right to die, he tells himself. It’s his job now.

Vortex doesn’t even care. He thinks the houses are the best; the stories he can come up with for people inside. And Onsalught is practical and says the risks of scavenging a store outweigh the cons, guaranteeing what you need will be there versus not. Brawl doesn’t care either way. He thinks, Vortex is a little too into the houses. He thinks. But what does he really care? They’re all dead now. Just don’t find things you don’t want to see.

Swindle knows spots to go. He likes going for groups of people, really, they have the best to offer, and if you sweet talk em you don’t even need to rob them, they’ll just let themselves be scammed. He likes letting these groups propagate: let them multiply, let his hauls be even more fruitful. And Blast Off- he doesn’t really scavenge. He tends to stay away, fights instead, doesn’t want to think too hard about the insides of these houses or the cars in the parking lots. He doesn’t really care, but if he thinks too long, he might end up caring a little. Cant afford that.

#hungry tag #zombie au #first aid #vortex #transformers #swindle #blast off #brawl #Onsalught

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walking-fnaf-encyclopedia · 7 months

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logical error cassie's fnaf spin + timeline stuff

i love her so much thank you @hearts4ggy and @viarayy01-blog for enabling me

also holy shit this is going under a read more. it's like 1300+ words oops

okay okay cassie got into fazco history first, and that was because she was pretty much drowning in the place from a young age. her dad worked there so she was at the daycare all the time, she met all the bots, when she was a little older she was allowed to watch her dad work on repairs in parts and service. the tech fascinated her from a very young age, and sometimes she would even be allowed to take apart scrap parts to see how they work! she's seen everything from wet floor bots to even freddy being fixed! she wasn't really supposed to be back there, but no one was gonna tattle, and she was super respectful of the tools and projects - never broke a thing, never stole anything, never got hurt. (her dad has his own workshop at home for personal projects, so she's had safety precautions around mechanical equipment absolutely drilled into her brain.)

so anyways, she of course cant exactly pin down when her special interest was sparked, but she was pretty young. originally it was just the differences in models over the years - the endos, the types of casing, the pros and cons of fur casing vs plastic vs metal, the variations between the different endoskeletons and how that changed what they could do (she was especially fascinated by just how different these models could wind up - circus baby's pizza world endoskeletons are WILDLY different from any of the others, what's up with that? ohh, those were made by the other co-founder, so all the other ones were mostly made by the other guy? maybe that's why they teamed up..)

while the models and tech stuff was her initial fascination, looking into all this, and especially trying to find knowledge on the elusive springlock suits and how they actually worked (seriously, they only ever made two?? the things she'd do to get ahold of one of those bad boys! even just the blueprints!), she came across article after article about mysterious disappearances around the place. suspected murders. horrific injuries. animatronics acting wrong.

one of the founders being accused of luring away and murdering children in the establishment, and then stuffing their corpses into suits.

what?

so she digs deeper! finds an old series of games by an indie game developer - stark crowthorne? there are eight main games and several spin-offs. (actually, she's played some of these spin-offs. the freddy in space games - aren't there some machines of those in the arcades at the plex? just who is this guy? AND he made flipside? she LOVES flipside!!!) she gets super, super into the fnaf games. some stuff in them lines up with real-life events - the murders, the shutdown of fredbear's, jr's, and pizza world.. and fazbear frights burning down - that all actually happened. the details tend to be either super vague, especially in the first two games, super embellished (surely someone would've noticed and reported a walking corpse, right? how did he even stay alive after that?), or it was just outright fantastical (you expect me to believe there's molten metal that the souls of dead children latched onto? you expect me to believe a dude injected himself with it just to be immortal??)

...but a lot of it seems to be based on real events. and this guy was hired by fazco for other projects, after he had already made these games..... and the more recent disappearances..

she's not quite old enough at that point - nor does she have enough information to piece everything together, but she does have a conspiracy board to put all her thoughts down on. her dad has absolutely listened to her talk about it before, but he was so lost the whole time. which, fair. she was like eleven and explained things poorly and he couldn't even begin know what was going on.

additional things before i move on to the timeline:

the indie developer stark crowthorne made every game, excluding security breach (it and ruin just don't exist).

flipside is what im calling fnaf world. in this world it was originally part of the fnaf series and called fnaf world, but the fans basically ignored it and fazco bought it, renamed it flipside, and slapped their new cutesy rpg on arcade machines.

fazbear frights burnt down BEFORE the games were made

help wanted is different. like, multiple minigames are just gone. have you seen the mobile port? that's what i'm using as my basis for the "official" final game, since the actual full length one was a beta tester version in-universe. unfortunately for me, the last time the wiki for it was updated there was a lot of stuff that we didn't know, so i'll just have to do my best (or buy the game myself, lol)

TIMELINE TIME BABEYYY

okay it's definitely a rough timeline, but

fredbears and circus baby's pizza world were planned to be open at the same time.

pizza world was shut down day one, while fredbear's was still open. elizabeth was the first death.

the bite later happens at fredbear's, on the crying child's birthday in 1983. fredbear's closes shortly after. the crying child was the second death.

jr's was opened at some point, and ran side by side with fredbear's until it closed.

jr's is the fnaf 2 location, and also where the missing children's incident took place.

the suits they were stuffed into originated from fredbear's, and are the same ones as in the fnaf 1 location.

charlie is murdered outside of jr's. this sparks an investigation. william is detained briefly, but let go due to lack of evidence.

jr's closed in 1987 after the second bite. mangle is the one who bit someone, in part due to their programming being really messed up due to their condition. the bite victim survives.

after the place is abandoned, william goes back and dies in the spring bonnie suit. the saferooms are ordered to be sealed in all locations.

a couple years later, the fnaf 1 location - just "freddy fazbear's pizza" opens with the newly repaired and cleaned up old models from fredbear's.

phone guy dies. they are shut down by the health department.

mike gets scooped, ennard is freed, and mike is officially on the path of suffering. this all happens at some point between freddy's being shut down and fazbear frights opening.

nothing else of note (that i can think of) happens prior to fazbear frights, which opens in 2017.

fnaf games begin to come out. all are released the same day as their real life counterparts, offset by three years.

prior only to fnaf 6's release, the events of 6 take place.

the vr title begins to be worked on. jeremy dies, tape girl ???, and vanessa gets glitchtrapped. (she's actually not even old enough to drink at this point. she's like eighteen.)

vr releases on the date of the mobile release.

another leap, pizzaplex opens like five years later in 2028. in that time, vanny makes her suit.

vanessa gets a job at the pizzaplex as the only night a security guard. takes night shifts.

whatever the hell goes down in ggy happens in between the plex opening and security breach. i unfortunately don't know enough about it to pinpoint anything more specific. but cassie's birthday where no one showed up happens during this time.

gregory accidentally frees himself from glitchtrap. that night, the events of security breach take place. the ending achieved is princess quest.

ruin takes place a couple years after, on cassies birthday.

additional info two <3

the crying child is cassidy/the vengeful spirit. they are not separate people.

charlie is the fifth in the missing children's incident. her corpse is the only one found, however it was days later. hence why the kids were still "missing". she wasn't the first killed, but she had a lot of emotion attached to her death, especially since she knew will. so she was the first to latch onto an animatronic. funnily enough.. susie actually was the first.

cassie knew ggy, not gregory :)

#x #logical error au #fnaf au #fnaf #tw child death #tw child murder #tw death #tw murder #ask to tag #x chatter #the things i will do for fnaf <333 #this took SO long to write hope yall enjoy

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lazaruspiss · 1 month

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your ship, character and fandom opinions are so based. i'm also a poly robin shipper so it's nice to see there are more of us here. anyway, i'd love to hear what are your all time favorite dc ships and why, and if you have any headcanons (sfw and nsfw) about them. or you can just ramble about any fic ideas you have, the ones you've mentioned already are very interesting.

thank u for the compliments and also the many things to talk about!! <3 mwah! (readmore added bc of length)

picking a favorite ship is so hard, because im a multishipper and real big on leaving my options open so that i have the most opportunity in any given story!! like, brudick and sladick are both ones i love for dark stories, but they each give such different angles and paths that you can take. all combinations of robins are dear to me for different reasons. and even within the context of one ship, i can usually come up with a lot of different directions that they can go it!!

i can't even say "X is my favorite for Y types of stories" because with a good pairing theres so much you can do with a variety of types of stories!! so. def cant pick a favorite, but i can list some that i like! they mostly involve Dick, bc my biases are quite obivious, lol.

Dick ships: Bruce, Slade, Talia, Slade/Talia, Tim, Jason, Steph, Damian (but it depends a lot on context, i see Dick as being very careful about not taking advantage), any poly robins combo, Slade/Rose, Tara

other ships: Slade/Rose, Slade/Talia, any robins together, Bruce/Talia (but only if Talia is having daddy issues about it), Nyssa/Talia (Nyssa repeatedly kills and revives her to make her understand her anger at Ra's. the rituals. they're intricate i swear-)(but also in arkham knight Nyssa compares her love for Talia to Bruce's explicitly romantic love for Talia and i've never been normal about that), any combo of the Al Ghuls tbh they're so mentally ill about each other

so uhhhhhh. really you could pitch any Dick ship at me and get me talking. if anyone wants to ask about that list ur welcome to lol

fic ideas!!! i have some shorter ones, like a Blackfire/Robin non-con based on that one scene from tt03, but i kinda wanna take this chance to ramble about my longer ideas!

u may have seen some of these, but i have a series called "days without incident" which is a bunch of shorter than usual fics stringing together random semi canon compliant scenes of Dick being in dangerous sexual situations, which are eventually going to end in a rlly angsty fic of Dick being assaulted and just accepting it. it sounds dark, and it is, but due to the length and format they really just serve as quick writing warm-ups more than anything.

DIDick AU. a friend of mine has been on the receiving end of so many DMs of me fleshing out these alter OCs, to the point that it would feel weird if I didn't write anything for it. the problem is that when I think about it, it all revolves around characters and there's no real plot line to use for it. I could just rant about it, bc figuring out what I want to do for a story about them is really tricky. it's also tough bc it's a teeny bit more personal than I usually go for. do /I/ have DID? unclear. I probably wouldn't tell you either way. anyways, it's an idea i want to more with but it's just more complicated to work on than most others.

suicide fic. "Where The Dead Stay Dead", title in reference to this being in a "Jason Stays Dead AU". i want to take a sort of dark comedy direction, but i have trouble controlling how the tone ends up when I write. Dick tries to kill himself post Jason's death + many other bad times but Slade just happens to pop in to try and bother him that day, and is uh. he doesn't know how to feel about it, the kid dying in front of him, but he drags Dick to a safe house and does some made-up comic book science fuckery to give Dick his healing factor. Dick is not very happy about this when he wakes up. the rest of the story follows an arrangement where Dick searches for a way to perma die and is generally a depressed grumpy bitch about everything, and Slade secretly tries to get him to stop doing that while trying to figure out a way to revive Jason. whichever ends up being easier. a lot of it would probably just be about Slade feeling lost with this "new" version of Dick, as well as the two of them swapping stories about dead loved ones and learning how to mourn.

timcel fic. that was the placeholder title, before i settled on "Nature's Order (As Told From Alpha To Beta)", but i still call it the timcel fic for short <3 the alpha in that title is Ra's, and the beta is Tim. the kick off for the story is that Ra's kidnaps omega Dick to use as a human incubator bc he and Talia had a spat that's left him heir-less, and he kidnaps Tim to make Dick more compliant. it's a really extreme take on "right wing alpha male pipeline, but omegaverse". it's gonna be a lot of bad times for Dick <3 i've talked about it so much with my friend that one time they mentioned basing smth partially off of Nature's Order Tim, and I think that's a good sign that I should really be writing this properly at this point. I have started chapter one! but bc it's gonna be a long one I want to get three chapters done before I start posting, bc having a few extra chapters written will help with my nerves a bit.

#asks #anon #uhhh that was a lot lol #feel free to ask follow up questions...?

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favesgrave · 10 months

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tell me everything about your tf fic and continuity i am sitting here rubbing my hands waiting

literally anything. what do you like most about it. what excites you. go off king

omg ripoff mtmte/ll polaris adventure time!!!

so polaris is a ship. that's only the placeholder name for it, i'm still trying to find one i REAAALLY like

near the end of the war, there was this really intense battle at the spacebridge and the allspark was at the center of it. the autobots were trying to get it away from the decepticons and jetfire was carrying it, ready to fly through the spacebridge right when a poorly aimed shot hits the bridge instead of him right when he enters and then the whole thing explodes. jetfire's life signal goes offline, the signature of the allspark is lost. this event was what finally caused megatron and optimus to declare the war over. their planet had suffered enough and without the allspark, things would only grow worse if they continued fighting.

things are pretty rocky after that. even with both leaders agreeing to end things, peace can be hard to achieve after fighting for so long. people are even more discouraged without the allspark. except for some, like nightbeat. he doesn't understand how something so powerful can just be destroyed so quickly. he starts doing some research, gets some help from his scientist friend proxima, then does more of his own stuff before reaching a breakthrough. he's able to discover energy signals that are a near-perfect match for the allspark with only some slight deviations. regardless, something like that can't be ignored. if there's a chance the allspark can be recovered, they have to take it!! he tells his buddies proxima and hardhead first (i made nightbeat and hardhead friends because hardhead shot him that one time in idw and i thought it'd be funny)

then they tell optimus and he tells megatron. after that, a mission gets created. nightbeat gets to captain a ship that will set off to retrieve all these allspark fragments. the catch is that autobots and decepticons are free to volunteer for the mission. if they cant work together on something as important as this then geez guys We Really Are Fucked™

characters on board this ship are: nightbeat, hound, chromia, hardhead, blurr, proxima, first aid, pipes, honk (they're actually a stowaway), punch/counterpunch, shadelock, dead end, browning, squawktalk, acceleron, and javelin. there would probably be more but also they like. wouldn't be that important.

they'd try to quantum jump to the first allspark fragment and discover that it doesn't work. they try again. and again. and then a fourth time just for extra measure, each time with a different fragment location. something's preventing them from getting there immediately. nightbeat gets excited because that means the allspark has some kind of defense system. how far does this go?? is it sentient? can it do more in its broken state??? there's so much to discover!!! then he realizes "wait this isn't exactly a good thing. this might take a lot longer than i thought"

since velocitron's close by, they stop by there to refuel real quick. velocitron was lucky enough to never be affected by the war. they closed down their spacebridge and basically went "bye fuckers" for millions of years and did their own thing. so when their regular scheduled programming gets interrupted by these bots and cons who are distrustful of each other they're like "wowzers you guys look like you got hit by an asteroid"

they're pretty quick about their business there and are well on their way when chromia discovers honk hiding. naturally she sees this little guy and is like "??? who the fuck are you???" but they're allowed to stay. they become besties with pipes and get adopted by blurr and hardhead. it's great

okay but back to more of the plot. airachnid is a main antag in the story. she has vehicons and various decepticons under her command. you see, a lot of decepticons eventually split off and did their own thing. she was one of them. she comes into possession of an allspark fragment. having just one grants her a ton of benefits and as a collector, she thinks it'd be fun to get ALL of them. i've been thinking about introducing soundblaster too. he overhears some radio chatter about the whole thing and wants in. he's also got his own faction and outpost

it's a race for the allspark shards complete with bonding and side quests and terror and even some possible character death!!! it's a very fun ride

#deadlysoupy #transformers severance #transformers fan continuity #transformers fc #fan continuity #tf fan continuity #transformers #maccadam #maccadams #nightbeat #transformers nightbeat #nightbeat transformers

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basslinegrave · 9 months

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vent cuz its good to get out (i have some in my drafts and notes but i keep thinking about them while posting them clears them out of my brain so)

if you read tw homophobia and racism and transphobia i guess, no replies expected (unless you wanna be a hater too)

another summer means another "dad wants to travel somewhere", and even though i said before that i dont wanna go anywhere this year, to not make them (dad and his wife) sad i said a short trip would be okay maybe.. but even that offer i had to refuse, but its always so hard! even though i always weigh the pros and cons i feel like shit every time

the pros being making my dad happy (now i also said im not going if he doesnt mind, to which he replied he does mind. while i understand that, he doesnt see my side of things) i wouldnt enjoy the trip itself ever, so theres no pros there even if we went to my dream locations, never good with them

the cons are literally hurting myself, having to be with people that will never accept me as i am, having to pretend to be someone im not, having to put a mask on and pretend to be a good little girl they think i am, like having to dress not too masc and shave and all that bs that makes me uncomfortable, even though they seem to have absolutely no idea im trans (my fav one was passing by a wedding dress store and them pointing at the store window like oh this will soon be you youre gonna wear one like that hahahaha great joke even. sadly not a joke from them) i cant even bind fully near them for safety and i have to constantly misgender myself which is ruining my mental health further

i also cannot stand that womans racist views and homophobic takes (she havent talked about that lately but i will not forget her talking about wanting gays dead. like literally she was talking about shooting them up and when i tried to reroute the convo she wouldnt stop. also same trip i said shes being racist because she was making fun of koreans and I had to apologize. not her, me. dad was on her side. i was like 19 and she called me a little kid that should not talk back. RACIST BITCH) (also love how she said shes better than me cause i was just a hs student and didnt have a job and she had to work hard and didnt go to college and shit. so in her own words im better now cause now i have a diploma and also worked at the exact same place as her so i did walk in your shoes bitch)

i dont really care if i cut them off. yes dad was nice, but i think she skewed his views and i dont see myself coming out to them (or at least him) anytime soon, and if i ever get on T i dont think i will continue talking to them anyway. i wont change them and im not here to do that anyway, and i want to stay safe

microdosing cutting them off by not going on trips with them

#chase vented #in electrical #wasnt that my hateful vent tag i dont remember i forgor #loving family ❤

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dream-this-nightmare-over · 6 months

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my friend lives in deep forest

Our family friend's friend had a son who ran to forest

Surprise was a word of a day as the word got out

Bruised and blue unbudging gem of most crystal truth before gathered excuses at the wake all dressed in drought

Forgotten were the screams given as answer to heart begging to be listened

Wind rippled through his clothes shadows ran ahead of him before tree line closed

They said there was snow on his soles

I imagine he outrun his demons and held victory ball in snow covered grove

My friend goes to party of some friend who is not my friend

I text 'have fun' then wonder how to make new friends if you are never invited anywhere

My friend talks about birthday dinner he is taking his friends to while I am waiting behind glass for irony to be acknowledge

He played it cool said he doesnt like mixing his friend groups

There are crumbs of cake for me if i wish to come day after at tea time

We are so polite makes me want to throw up aren't we supposed to be having fun before they come with chains cause we failed to do a runner while jury was out

I would say it's karma that coincidences aligned making him revoke his invite if i weren't taught to be polite and not this spiteful monster that resides behind my smile behind all my carefully crafted lies

Bluest eyes i have ever seen outside my mind

How did it feel when your plans fell out

Did you think of loneliness between my cracks

Did my words come back in sinister echo from place of regret

Taking red slip out of wallet like you could ever forget what you wanted from night out

Isnt it tragic to know love is conditioned paradox: made to be loved, unable to love

You have so much to learn

I hope you will be free one day just like birds in your inked prayer

Blame it all on the date on calendar

Ignorance has nothing to do with supernatural

I have always wanted to find the culprit

Why does it matter if someone doesnt care

We will all be oblivion one day

I wonder did son of woods keep a diary

Did he write his thoughts hoping poison will get out

Did the realization that hopelessness has no way of getting eradicated once it takes root made his handwriting messy and impatient

Did he break his own heart during sleepless nights that became only respite from world that only knows how to shout

Did the daydreams fail him miserably did the dreams gave up on him

Did he hold on till winter as last hope someone would follow the foot marks and stop him

I hope he found freedom

I hope he howls with wolves

i hope he haunts nightmares of every soul that made him feel unreasonable and fragile

I wonder did they throw away the diary

Did they burry the guilt to survive cause that's what this is all about

Survival of cruelest.

It's never no one's fault but your own for believing someone cares how you wish to live your life

People will do everything to kill your will to live

Build piers for your dreams then warm their socks on ashes of your descend now that you cant fly away

Release arsenic if needed in air you breath to kill whats left alive

People will rather kill the good that try to give advice in good nature mistake of putting themselves on line for someone who will never change when told their behaviour hurts those around them

Snow melted three times over since lives faded into names parents are afraid to mention in front of those that stayed

Like escaping the doom of drowning in bilge of your burned ruined silenced potential is not the bravest con

For someone who i never really knew outside birthday parties when we were still kids when we were still all invited,

His ghost sure does work overtime to haunt my words like we have shared history unfinished business cautionary tale keeping me alert never to drop my guard keep writing poison will only get blacker but dont you let it stain your heart

Perhaps the dead get transcript of souls similar to avert them from going over percipice before it's too late

How long were we fighting same war unknowingly on same sides different frontlines

Who counts fallen and lost

Who reads anymore poems of the disturbed

Run uncorrupted child, run away dont look behind

There is nothing here worth saving

All the good ones are dead or snuffed out anyway.

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kaylalovesmaneskin · 1 year

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The hotel room

Warning:choking, daddy kink , uses of handcuffs , masturdating, degrading, and a whole lot of smut

summary:what happens when you stay next door from ethan in a hotel and also what happens when you see a steamy pic of him to.

pairing: ethan torchio x fem!reader

A/N: hi everyone this is one of my many story's that i plan on writing i hope you enjoy this story and let me know anything i missed also i used some Italian words reminder i am not that good at Italian i am taking Italian at school so i am not that good at the language yet but any how enjoy the story <3333

"so i heard you and dami making up last night." Ethan said walking up to you. "oh really did you enjoy the show or shall i say enjoyed listening." you said in a mocking tone. "you know what you are such a bicth let me guess the reason why you and dami was making up was because you were acting like a bicth to him and he need to fuck you like the one you are." he said walking up in your personal space and pinning you against the wall with his hand on your neck. " what the .... you know fuck you ethan." you said as you was escaping his grip and walking away from him. " you know y/n your ass looks really nice in those pants." he said to you.

You had stop dead in your tracks and turned around to be faced to him. "wha..." you said looking him dead in the eye. you had a little blush creep on your face. " you know you just look so fucking cute when you are embarrassed you little slut." ethan said in the most degrading tone you ever heard. " you know ethan you could be a real asshole sometimes i had it with you two can play at that game." you said yelling at him but not that loud. " i cant wait tesoro sai che mi piaceun piccolo gioco quando si trattratta dite." he said with a smirk on his face. "oh davvero guarda e vediche sono davvero bravo in questi giochieti pentiral di scopare con me." you bite back at him.

"Oh davvero tesoro vedra chisene pentira quandoit avro sotto dimeal mio mecry e dirai " oh ethan per favore di piu o oh fottimi finche no urloe piango." he said pushing you back on the wall with his hands on your hips. " you know what ethan i dont have time for you." you said pushing him off of you. you was so mad at but you also wanted to get back at him so you had a little plan in mind. ( fast forword to like 11pm- 12am)

You wanted to think of a way to get back at ethan ad you also needed to relive some stress. You walked to your hotel room and grab your vibrator from your suitcase and sat down on your bed. you knew the floor that you and the band stayed on was empty and you was going to by yourself since the band left to go do rehearsals for the show that was happening in that city yall stayed in and you have a few hour to yourself so like what the worst that can happen.

You quickly hop into your bed and slide your pants off along with your underwear and you also quickly took off your shirt and bra too. you slowly turn on the vibrator on to it's first mode. You took the it in your left hand and slowly but fastly moved it down to your clit. "oh shit oh fuck." you moaned lightly . You continue to make to the vibrator play with your clit as you moaned the little pain but more pleasure you was getting from your sex toy.

But little did you know the band were coming back from rehearsals and they were all in the elevator talking about god know what. The elevator stop at the floor you all stayed on. meanwhile you wasnt aware of there presents. You where so lost in the pleasure that you where moaning really loud that vic , dami, thomas, and ethan could hear you but you didnt care so didnt the rest of them but ethan and the reason was because he share the room that was next to you. " woah yall hear that moaning??." dami said looking at the three of the other band mates "yeah it sounds like y/n." ethan said. " of course you knows what her moans sound like ethan she told me what happen with yall early." vic said punching him in the arm lightly. "fuck you" he said at her. " oh well if it is y/n then good luck ethan hahaha." thomas laughed and so did the rest of them to but ethan.

Once you hit your high you put a black top with some pj pants and walked you your room to be meet with a laughing thomas vic and dami. "uh what the fuck is going on here." you said in confusion tilling your head a little. " ahahah nothing it just we heard moaning coming from your room and it must really suck to be ethan at night." dami said still laughing with his hands on his knees. ¨ OH SHIT". you said putting on hand over your mouth then rubbing the nape of your neck. ¨is there something you want to tell us y/n.¨ ethan said rasing his eyebrow looking your dead in the eye. ¨nope!.¨ you said fast and you ran back to your room.

"oh welllll that was weird." thomas said " yeaaa that was." ethan said "well anyhow good night yall i see you in the morning." dami said walking to his room. "well good night and i hope your get some sleep ethan hehehe." vic giggled walking to her room. " you know fuck you vic i am leaving." ethan said walking to his room. "ok ethan non arrabbiarti ora come chi ti ha cagato addosso." thomas said walking off to his room. "sai vaffanculo thomas non ti sopporto." ethan shouted back. meanwhile in your room you heard ethan walking by your room cursing in Italian. "quelle fottute teste di cazzo ugh non le sopporto mi salgono addosso." ethan said walking pass your door.

You decide that it was late enough you went to go take a shower. you put your suitcase on your bed and grab a matching pajama set out of your bag and grab your soap and loofah out and got a towell and headed to the bath. as you turn on the water you sat down and started to relax your body for whatever stress you had from that day early. all of a sudden you had these unholy though of ethan about how he place on your hip and how you liked it more than you should of had and how he put one of his hands on your neck and choked you ever so lightly. having these though but you couldn't help it. as you started playing that image from early your hands made there was to your pussy and you started to play with yourself. "ooh e-ethan my god." you moaned . you put on of your hands over your mouth to try to keep you moans low so ethan cant hear you since he is in the next room over.

You quickly snap yourself out your thoughts and got up and turn the shower top on and wash your teeth and got out the shower. your dryed yourself off and put your clothing on and layed down in your bed. you took your phone off the charger and when on instagram took look at some stuff before you went to sleep. All of a sudden when you came across a post of ethan looking respectfully fine and sexy. then your thoughts from the shower came back up in your head again you tried so hard to get them out but it wouldn't leave. your body started to heat up. you dont know how but you got out of bed and grab your vibrator and went to go lay down in your bed again. you pulled your pants down and turn your toy on and place it on your clit. you started whimpering and shaking and moaning. "s-sshit fuck o-oh my godddd." you moaned clenching you tights and teeth together. you had the vibrator play with your clit untill you was getting really close to cumming and when you did you had moaned something unexpected. "Oh fuck ethan!." you screamed when cumming. you layed down and clam down from your high. "oh shit that felt good i havent cummed like that in a while." you said with a slime on your face then you had realized what you said when you had came. "OH SHIT.... i hope he didnt hear me fuck i mean i couldnt help myself what was i supposed to do." you said in realization.

You ran to your bathroom and grab a rag to clean yourself off then return to your bed. you hoped back in bed and then when on tiktok. like almost 16 minutes past when all of a sudden you hear a knock at your room door. you hear someone saying " y/n y/n Y/N OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR." on the outside. you sat up and then it hit you the voice coming from outside the door was ETHAN. "ohhhh fuck umm shit shit shit what do i do." you said lowly to yourself. "UM nobody hear i am asleep." you screamed back. " no the fuck you are not open the door or i am going to open it myself." he said " ugh finnnnnee." you said getting out of bed to walk to the door. you open the door to be face with ethan only in grey sweatpants and no shirt. "uh umm what do you want.' you said looking down at the ground. "uno ti ho visto controllarmi non preoccuparti tesoro so che potresti guardare se vuoi e due il motivo per cui sono qui è perché ti ho sentito gemere il mio nome quindi mi piacerebbe se la mia piccola principessa potesse spiegarsi." he said leaning in your door fame and tilling your chin up to look at him in the eyes. oh fuck you though to yourself how ma i going to get my ass out this. but then you wanted to play at his game and get back him from early. "beh, quindi vedi papà, ero su instagram e ho visto una tua foto super sexy e bella e non ho potuto trattenermi, quindi ho fatto quello che chiunque altro avrebbe fatto e sai che non credo di dover dire il resto." you said playing with a strand of your hair that was out.

"oh davvero lo dici che ne dici di andare nella tua stanza e aspettarmi che torno subito." ethan said with a smirk on his face. then he left your door. you turn around and walked to your bed and sat down waiting for ethan. then a few minutes later you hear a knock at you door you jumped up and went to open it. you opened the door for ethan then he walked into you room and you lead him to you bed so you was pressed up o the bed and he lifted your chin up. "so my little sult how about you get undressed for daddy and go lay down for me baby. you didnt know how to feel but you was happy. "yes daddy." you said back to him. you started taking off your pants and underwear then your shirt and br. then you sat on the bed waiting for him. mean while ethan was enjoying seeing you getting undressed for him. then when you was done he started to take his pants and boxers off.

Your mouth hung open to see his length. "soggezione qualcuno non riesce a tenere la mascella sollevata dal pavimento non ti preoccupare piccola non puoi guardare non ti sto giudicando." he said looking at you. you stop staring and shaked your head a little. "go laid down for me." he said in a husky tone. you did nothing but do as he said. "brava ragazza ora non aver paura ok sto solo andando a mettere alcune cose su di te." he said putting a blindfold on you and putting your hands in cuffs. you couldn't do nothing but wimper at his voice and touch. "ora bella ragazza ho bisogno che tu mi dica se va bene toccarti bene." he said. you nodded your head up and down. "nun uh use your words." " yes you can daddy." you said in the most hornyiest tone ever. " that a good girl." 'ora brava ragazza avrò bisogno che tu sia brava e abbastanza per me pensi di poterlo fare." "yes daddy i could just please fuck me i cant wait any longer please."

"hmm someone seems impatient well let me give you was you want baby." ethan go on the bed with you and spit on his hand and stated to slide his hand up and down his cock. then he open your legs open and let his finger run up and down your pussy. you couldnt do any thing but moan and tug at the cuffs and plus your body was extremely sensitive. "okay baby get ready." "uhh fuck i am just give me your cock i needed it so badly please." you cried out loud to him.

"what ever my baby wants my baby gets." he said pushing his cock inside you. both of you moaned at the plesure. "fuck y/n you are so tight mmmm." "oh s-shit ethan mmmm." you moaned loudly ethan began to thrust in and out of you fast. one of ethan hand made it was to your neck choking you." what did i say you need to be buono e tranquillo we wouldnt want to wake up the others now do we." "no just fuck me untill i scream and cry." you cried out loud. "that it." ethan said with a smirk on his face. he was pounding into you so hard you forgot that yall where still in a hotel with three other people. " mmm just like that take my cock you piccolo sult cazzo la tua figa è così stretta." he said to you. "e-ethan i am about to cummm." you said moaning you didnt even care that you was in hotel with three other people you just care about the sex and plesure you was getting. "i-im cumm okay baby cum with me." ethan said to you. his trust became slow and messy and then he gave 2 more trust and you both moaned really loud and came together. "oh shittttt." "fuckkkkk." you both moans. ethan stayed in you for a few miuntes the took him self out of you then took off the blind fold and handcuffs. "wow tesoro mi hai fatto così bene ora vado in bagno molto velocemente a prenderti uno straccio per pulirti." he said in a caring tone. then ethan left then a few munites later he came back with a rag and clean you up and helped you put some pj on` and layed down in bed with you.

"beh, immagino che tu possa dire che ti ho fottuto finché non urli e piangi." ethan said to you with a huge smile on his face. "davvero ethan ma qualunque cosa um volevo dire ti amo." you said back to him. "ti amo y/n e ripenso a tutto quello che ho detto all'inizio." "va bene amore mio ti perdono ti amo e buonanotte." you said to him kissing him on the forhead. "buonanotte amore mio." he said kissing you on yours. then you both fell fast alseep

THE END (omfg this shit took me so long but was worth it)

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