Comments: Your luck and Mando’s runs out. Frozen in carbonite, you are unfrozen to find yourself in the midst of the Resistance. Needed to help destroy a weapon the First Order is creating, both you and your riduur find yourselves attracted one particular hot shot - Poe Dameron. Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
A/N: So this was the most plausible way to make a Mando/Poe fic and @storiesofthefandomlovers and I had so much fun with it!
You had never really thought about carbonite and how the bounties felt when they were frozen in the machine that was located in the cargo bay of the Crest. It was a means to an end for you and Din. A way to store them without having to listen to them whine or complain. Without having to worry about them escaping or needing to feed them while you transported them back to Nevarro.
But when rough hands start pushing you towards the machine, you struggle. “No! Mando!” You cry, struggling against the cuffs that you have snapped around your wrists and digging your heels into the smooth stone of the floors, scrubbing and scraping as you try to fight the slow march to the freezer.
Mando struggles, trying to fight and get out of the cuffs but there are too many of them. “I’m sorry cyar’ika” He says as he watches them shove you into the chamber.
“I love you” You tell him as you are shackled into the chamber.
“I love you” He calls out as they slam their hand on the button to freeze you. He had tried to fight, he had tried to save you but he failed. He feels defeated for the first time in his life. You cry out as you are frozen and Mando wants to fall to his knees but the gang keeps him in their grip. They shove him forward and shackle him into the chamber after removing you. Mando slumps against the chamber, unable to fight anymore. He’s given up. As the steam washes over him, he closes his eyes. He has lost. He is lost.
This could be seen as an OC but I'm doing my best with this x reader (please someone tell me if it's working) ((or would it better to switch to you vs she))
tw: Yandere, nudity? body horror? dubious consent? Its slannesh time again, Emperor's children ((Also please let me know if I miss some I'm trying my best to warn ya'll ))
The moans that drifted around the room. The white marble against the gold filigree and royal purple fabrics. As men, women, and everything in between experienced the ecstasy of Slannesh. Palion Hiss ran his tongue against the exposed spine of one of his devotees. Their moans and shrieks of pain fluttered about his gallery as he was searching for a new piece.
Oh how bored he was with all the smooth shapes... the only thing that could stimulate his eyes were the way the silken fabrics would pool and wrinkle... the pulsing bloody forms of peeled flesh. The way thrown paint would chaotically splatter against the wall. It's all because he had gotten a new muse.
He tossed the devotee to the side ignoring the shriek of pain and the way they thrashed in agony. His eyes roamed over the undressed shapes before his muse walked in. Covered in a dark blue robe with a hood and wearing a white porcelain mask. He painted the red lips and applied the delicate blush.
He could see her eyes dart over the sea of bodies and shy away as one thrashing body gets too close. White gloves cover her hands... every inch of skin covered... he knew her feet were bare but the length of the robes.... hid it all from their eyes. Palion bit his bottom lip watching her eyes shy away from the more lurid acts going on in his gallery. It made his tongue tie knots on itself with how shy she would be.
She walked closer to his throne as she held a tray with food for him and drugs. Hmm he's sure he ordered that ages ago... no wonder he was bored he had been out of his muse's light for so long. How he watches, clawed fingers just idly playing with his long silver locks, her move closer and waits. He'd have to train her more... doesn't she realize that she can just walk up to him climb into his lap even he wants her to be his muse. A jerk of his chin as his eyes flick over to a cacophony of sounds for a moment as her voice is nearly drowned out by it. "Forgive my delay my lord... I was... um kept."
Palion felt his jaw tense. Did someone touch something that was his?! She was his muse, would one of his brothers dare even touch her. "Explain now." He said far too gruffly as he watched the tray start to shake.
"I had... I had to take the long way back. I don't know who they were but... they just were harassing me and trying to pull off my mask." Her meek voice sings to him of fear and shame.
"One of my brothers?" He sees her hesitate, his tongue rolls the drug laced food inside of his mouth. His muse experiences far many more luxuries than any of these drugged out devotees or playthings and one such luxury is her being allowed to hesitate, "Pretty little muse... you'll be safe with me. You just have to only move your head yes or no..." He watched her slowly nod. His hand gently grabbed her chin as he placed a chaste kiss on the porcelain forehead leaving a ghost of purple lipstick on the smooth material. "I'll take care of it... and of course you."
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Perfect bodies move all around you. Perfect breasts... waists that are attractive... muscles that run over the body... literally everyone in this room is a work of art. All in the throws of pleasure or pain. Perfect flesh being flayed from a body... the perfect face of pleasure as someone else is fucked dumb... even the ones you think have overdosed lay there looking perfect.
Your skin itches and buzzes as you feel so out of place... you're horribly imperfect as you stand besides Master Palion's throne as he eats and drinks with a bored look on his face. He looks so perfect... everything is perfect. You rapidly blink away the tears as you look down at the floor. You're still upset about earlier... about someone trying to touch your mask... trying to see your face. You're too ugly to be here!
"My muse?" You heard Palion's voice as your head snaps up in worry. Did you breathe too loudly? Did you let out a sad whimper? You can't stop the tremor of fear as he looks at you concerned. He has been a good master but he is in the depths of the Prince's embrace... you're use to masters like that being unpredictable... its how you had gotten disfigured.
"Master?" You whisper softly.
"EVERYONE GET THE FUCK OUT!" He suddenly snarls slamming his hands on the marble arms of the throne and you bow as you go to scurry off but he points at you muttering, "Stay."
It's quiet... saved for the dripping of blood and wine as you follow that perfect stride of his. The way his silver hair sways back and forth like a silken furred tail. You hate it here. You hate having Slanneshi masters... it makes you feel so hideous.
You whimper as your feet leave the bare marble floors and you find yourself sinking into a sea of plushness. Yet you know the bed is firm just you have your own little plush space on his bed. You hear the lock of the door as you roll over and hide your face into a pillow.
"My muse. Look at me." You shake your head at that request. You can picture his worried face... he's too pretty to look upset its why you can't look at him. "Why not?"
"I'm so hideous master! Why do you let me look at you!" You finally start to sob. The bed moves as you try to hide your face more but he calls you his little doll for a reason. He pulls your gloves off delicately... your flesh trembling under his touch as he rubs your left hand. You slap his perfect chest and try to get out of his grip. The blessed and damned mask on your face makes getting oxygen in for your temper tantrum hard. Your robes are the next thing to go.
His hands move over your left side no mater how hard you try to slap his hands away as you shriek at him to stop. You sob as he moans and kisses your ruined flesh. His long forked dark purple tongue works its way into the spider web patterning of your burned flesh. You can feel his hard cock against you and being the brat that you feel like right now you kick it hard.
He moans in rapturous delight as the heel of your foot dug into the sensitive flesh. "My beloved muse... let me see your face!" He moans as you just sob and cover your eyes not being able to handle the way he looks at you. You cry more as he crawls over you, rutting against you, "Mmmm feel what you do to me. Let me see your face my muse! I know you've locked away your beauty... I am but a groveling mortal unable to handle basking in your grace all the time... but please let me just gaze upon your beauty. Let my muse grace me with her smile... let her grace me with her beauty!" He sings to you as you sniffle under him.
When you gently press against his chest he moves back watching with such reverence as you sit up and just gently touch your mask. "I can't... I'm so hideous." You sob out.
"Then let me take it off of you my goddess. " He all but moans out as you sit there and nod. The manic reverent look in his eyes makes you squirm as he pulls the mask away. The entire left side of your face... acid and flames burnt your skin... most of your left arm... your left breast... lucky for you your leg was spared but you have been burnt. Your left eyelid droops slightly as you look at the perfect angel... you run a hand over the bald spots on the left half of your scalp and the sad patches of hair that try to grow through the ruined skin.
You avert your gaze feeling embarrassed at the way he goes to touch himself... lewdly moaning as he pleasures himself to you simply sitting there. It doesn't take too long before you feel warmth spray against your skin as he paints patches of your skin white. "Stop... please stop." You sob.
"Why?"
"I'm hideous."
"If you think that... " He says pushing you onto your back as he looms over you and his eyes glow a purplish-pink from this angle. "It means I haven't worshiped you enough recently. Oh my poor little muse no wonder you weren't having fun at the party or trying to distract me. I can tell you're feeling self conscious. Let me worship you. Not anyone gets my cum little muse. And I have so much to give you. So... will you let me worship you?"
You feel your breath shutter at the intensity of his gaze just like the first time you two met... you whimper softly, "Yes." You say and wrap your arms around his neck as he greedily goes for a kiss... and the hours- no days blend together as he worships you.
Dorian de Beauvoir was an old soul. Something people would often never notice. After all, with his youthful features, no one would think he was past his thirties. He was attractive and he knew it. Blonde with blue eyes, the duke was often approached by ladies and gentlemen. Most encounters didn't end well for these people. If only they knew. If only they knew what he really was. Because behind all this pleasant — and perfect, dare he say — exterior, hid a monster. Dorian was a vampire, a creature of the night lurking in the shadows, ever watchful for unsuspecting victims to sate his unholy hunger.
This, in fact, was exactly what he was doing this afternoon. While he had a chevalier ring, shielding him from the effects of the sun, his preference was to hunt under the veil of night or during overcast days, when more humans ventured into these forests under a less harsh daylight.
Among these sunlit wanderers was a young maiden. Dorian could hear her footsteps and the faint hum of a tune as she ventured into a woodland clearing. Her attire, a simple woolen dress with an apron, bore the marks of labor and grime. It didn't take long for him to discern her as a peasant girl, no older than fifteen. With a determined expression, she foraged for mushrooms, collecting them diligently in her wicker basket.
She didn't notice him, too focused on her task to pay mind to anyone else. She was young. He typically avoided feeding on children, and yet, he found himself unable to look away. Still, Dorian observed from a distance. He himself wasn't sure why. Perhaps it had been because of the gaping hole he felt in his chest. Loneliness. A curse many vampires were accustomed to.
Once she was done with her task, she sat on the grass. Closing her eyes and sighing, she seemed to be exhausted by the work. The sun had set not long ago and Dorian questioned whether she intended to return home at all.
His decision was made, he left his vantage point and approached her quietly. "The sun has set," he spoke, causing the young lady to jump with a start. "Do you not have a place to be?"
She appeared surprised. Vampires had this ability to creep up on mortals without them noticing. The girl stood up abruptly.
"I— Yes," the peasant confirmed before beginning to walk away quickly.
"Let me accompany you." He followed her and soon caught up to her. "A young girl such as yourself shouldn't walk alone at this hour of the day," he commented, justifying himself as he added a pleasant smile.
"That won't be necessary," assured the girl, "my Lord," she added, noticing his expensive attire.
"I insist."
And that was that. He had spoken with conviction, showcasing how he wouldn't change his mind. She looked tense, but didn't dare to refuse.
"Do you live nearby ?" He asked after a long moment of silence. She nodded mutely.
His attempts at small tasks proved to be fruitless, but he didn't mind too much. Nevertheless, the journey proved brief, as they reached a small cottage at the forest's edge within a quarter of an hour. Dorian's reaction was immediate—a derisive sneer contorted his features as he regarded the humble dwelling with disdain.
This... thing wasn't even the size of his wardrobe. It was a humble structure, its thatched roof weathered by time and rough-hewn wooden walls bearing the scars of years. The simplicity of the cottage's design and construction was an eyesore to the noble, who was accustomed to the grandeur of opulent manors and palaces. The dichotomy was painfully apparent.
A light chuckle escaped Dorian's lips as he surveyed the unimpressive abode. "This place?" He inquired almost rhetorically, his tone unimpressed by the humble dwelling.
The girl's demeanor stiffened visibly, and her response came with a touch of defensiveness. "Yes, it's my home," she almost snapped, a trace of pride in her voice.
His smile wavered, an odd sensation settling in his chest. It seemed as though she didn't quite belong here, amidst such simplicity. He looked down at the little mortal. He felt as if she shouldn't be here.
The door cracked open, a woman that looked quite similar to the little girl came out. Her mother. He narrowed his eyes and clenched his jaw.
"(Y/N)," called the woman with a relieved smile. She put a hand on her hips and pointed at the young girl. "You were supposed to come back before the sunset, young lady," she scolded her with maternal authority.
(Y/n) appeared sheepish. "Sorry, mom," she said, a bit embarrassed. "I ventured a bit farther than I usually do. On the bright side, I found more mushrooms."
The mother sighed good naturedly before turning to Dorian. She now looked uncomfortable. "I apologize for my daughter, my Lord," she hastily said, her hand moving protectively to grasp her daughter's arm. "I hope she didn't cause any trouble."
The man's indifferent face shifted into a charming smile. "I can assure you she didn't," he answered. "I simply found this young lady alone in the woods and suggested bringing her back home."
The peasant woman expressed her gratitude with a touch of hesitation before they exchanged pleasantries and bade each other farewell. Dorian continued on his path, returning to his hunt, but his thoughts lingered on the girl. He couldn't help but wonder if this chance encounter had left as indelible a mark on her as it had on him.
Yandere Krampus x Gender Neutral Reader
(CW: Dub-con, Stockholm syndrome, inhuman genitals, smut, detained reader, general yandere behavior)
Word Count: 1.7k
(I wrote this within a few hours last minute for Christmas, kinda rushed and not beta read so I know it is not my best work, but I still think it is an interesting concept and I really hope you all enjoy it. I did not have the funds to really do anything for Christmas so I am celebrating by posting this instead. I really hope you all have a fantastic holiday <3)
Yandere Buddy Daddies x Delinquent Teen Reader (1)
You’re home was on the streets
Practically abandoned by your parents, you relied on one of the local gangs for your family
Working to join them for some semblance of protection against the world
And as it would happen it helped
Despite your teachers and guardian-having friends warning otherwise
Thanks to them you were eating
A far cry from what you were left to before
But past aside your doing well
Gaining experience and becoming more of an asset to the gang before your saddled with an unlikely obstacle
“Hi there! My name’s Miri, what’s your name?”
Suddenly this bubbly smiley kid is following you around
Somehow finding you in dark alleyways and shadows of buildings
This kid just won’t leave you alone
No matter how much you reprimand, sneer, or blatantly insult this kid
“Kid! Didn’t I tell you to kick rocks? Now if you don’t leave I’ll steal your shoes.”
“W-what, don’t take my shoes my papas got them for me!”
“Then. Leave. Me. Alone.”
she just won’t leave you alone and it all comes to a head when she approaches you when your with your friends
“Well well look at this little tyke!”
“Oh my gosh, they're so small! (Y/n) I didn’t know you had a baby sister!”
“I don’t.”
“Yeah! My name’s Miri.”
And despite your protests they all invite pressure Miri to join you all on a…midnight stroll
Along a train track
It goes as expected and your crew successfully go along the train track until you hear the dreaded sound of the train
And as it would have it Miri’s shoes get caught
“Is everyone off the tracks?”
“Whooo that was close!”
“Where’s Miri?”
Your group resigns to stand by and watch horrified as she struggles with the track and the oncoming train approaches
Way too close to the train you’re able to yank Miri from the tracks narrowly missing the train hurling by
“Whoa that was clo–”
“See what happens?”
“What? What are you talk–”
“See what happens when you hang around me?!”
“W-what but I love be–”
“You! Almost died! Can’t you see?! You don’t belong here so GO! Go home before you really get hurt.”
She goes home that day with tears in her eyes
While you wordlessly turn back to your group to head back to base
hoping that you don’t see her ever again
For awhile you don’t and things are back to normal
And while you’re spray painting the gang’s sign on a wall a burly woman knocks you to the ground
“Hey watch it, punk!”
“You wanna go pipsqueak!”
Apparently she was from a rival gang, looking to contest this area
Sending a quick call to your team, you prepare to fight this lady
Narrowly ducking her first punch
You throw your own
Standing victorious as she buckles
But you too would fall to your knees
after a whopping hit in the back of your head
It was an ambush
And easily you found yourself at their mercy
Only being released when you hear the separate thuds and the released grip from your arms
“What the–ooomf!”
Your original attacker is silenced by a guy with blonde hair
Who punches them into a headlock before pulling a gun with silencer
“H-hey-”
Before you could stop him he pulled the trigger, nonchalantly reaching to the sky in a stretch
“Ah man after so long it seems I’ve still got it!”
You shakily stand holding your arm that stings in pain
You try to limp away while he continues flexing
But he notices
“Ah ah! (Y/n) don’t run away!”
You sneered, “How do you know my name?”
“Uh…not important. But look, you need to come home with me! Miri misses-”
“Ugh are you Miri’s daddy or something?”
“Papa actually–” “Look old man, what I said to your kid is true. She needs to stay far away from me and you know what? Maybe you should try watching her better.”
“We did. And we were.”
The tired voice was right above you
Close enough to your back that you could now register the warmth teeming off them
You jump, despite the pain you back away against the brick wall
The man that spoke had black hair pulled back to reveal a pale guy with a grave look on his face
“Ah-! What he means is: we’ve been watching after you and Mirin. And we’ve decided that we’re going to be the papas you need!”
“What?!”
“Ahem we’ve decided–” “You're coming with us.”
“What?! Huh?!”
“Rei! You can’t just say that they're not going to understand!”
“They’ll understand better when we get them home.”
“No no but there’s a method for these things and with someone of their age–”
The blonde kept talking to the one identified as Rei seemingly dividing their attention
You took the chance to limp as far as you could away reaching into your pocket to retrieve your last line of defense
“That’s enough of that.”
In a flash of black your pocket knife was out of your hand
Briefly squealing in pain at the pressure point being hit near your neck
Slumping into Rei’s arms he moved to cradle you rolling his eyes at Kazuki’s musings
“Rei!? They obviously weren’t ready!”
“They would’ve never been ready.”
“But we did the whole save-them-be-the-saviors-routine!”
“Does it really matter now that we have them?”
“...Mmmm….Mmmmm!...I still would’ve preferred my way.”
The sounds of tires screeching and the sound of modded engines coming to halt
Had them both perking up
“Oh! Those bad influences actually came!”
“That was unexpected. The broken brakes should have kept them busy.”
“Now here’s the question: do we handle them now or later?”
“Did you throw your back out yet?”
“Hah! Not yet, yours?”
“...”
“Then I say we give ‘em a show!”
When you next awake
You’re in a well furnished room
All patched up and nursing a sling for your arm
Immediately you get up finding yourself at the top of the stairs before you spotted them
“Hiii (Y/n)!!!” “Ah, good morning (Y/n) did you sleep well?”
There words don’t reach you as you register the blonde man from before and the little girl who’d been following you around
Why were they acting so calm?
They kidnapped you!
And the little girl was in on it too?
“Welp, we're heading out for preschool.”
“Yup bye (Y/n) later I can’t wait to cele–mmmf!”
The blonde’s hand goes over her mouth sending her to get her shoes before waving to you
“I’ll be back soon! Breakfast is on the counter!”
Not long after they disappeared from sight you heard the slam of the door
Good now you can–
“Going to have breakfeast?”
Once again that voice rang from behind you
Turning to see the same man with the grave face but this time with scruffier-relaxed look to him
His eyes were still intense and they held you in place all the way to the kitchen
While eating some regretfully delicious french toast with Rei watching diligently
Guess this was your life now…the newest unwilling addition to the family
summary: Joel Miller doesn’t just lose Sarah that night but his other daughter too. but maybe you can still be found. (part II)
Joel Miller x daughter!reader -- she/her pronouns used & AFAB
warnings: guns, violence, angst, mentions of death, birth, hurt/comfort, happy ending ;) (kinda), no spoilers for part 2/canon divergent
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Joel Miller was always a good father - no matter what he thought. He cared for his girls more than he cared about anything in his damn life. So when they were both taken from him... there was nothing left to care about.
It was Sarah first.
He held Sarah as she died. His shirt was still stained with her blood. The watch on his wrist shattered by his failure.
But his other daughter, you, looking back he can only imagine the worst.
It all happened so fast. He had Sarah in his arms she gasped for air that was growing distant by the second, while Tommy watched with a pained look.
You, however, no one was watching you. Only 5 years old - you didn’t understand a thing. And so when you heard a loud noise. When you saw your sister go down and hearing the cries of both your father and her you panicked.
You thought you were getting help. That’s what’s your dad always told you to do if something bad happened. “Find the nearest phone or adult. Call me or Tommy or this number, okay? 911. Remember that number babygirl.”
And you did.
You ran as quick as you could, which wasn’t all that impressive but it was fast enough for them not to notice you had gone.
By the time you had found your way back into town, Tommy had noticed. “J-Joel,” His voice wavered, fear taking hold. Tommy searched the clearing, calling your name.
Joel looked away from his limp daughter then. His heart was thumping in his chest. His ribs ached as did the wound on his side but nothing compared to the terror that tore through his whole body.
“W-where is she?” His eyes darted over the area but you were no where to be found.
“No, Tommy,” He sobbed already fearing the worst, “T-tommy not her, please.”
Tommy shuddered. This couldn’t be real. This wasn’t real. You were just here. Sarah was just here.
“Joel,” He began until he heard shrill, painfully familiar scream from off in the distance.
“No,” Joel cried looking down at Sarah, hesitating just for a moment before setting her down, “I’m sorry baby.”
Tommy was already running at that point, hoping not to be late, not like he was for Sarah. Joel screamed your name as he sprinted - he couldn’t lose anyone else. He couldn’t lose you, his babygirl.
When he got there he saw Tommy knelt beside a bloodied teddy bear.
Your bear.
He collapsed. Knees giving way. He pulled the bear of the ground, its white fur tormented by the red hue.
Tommy shouted your name a few times. Joel didn’t have the energy to bother. His answer was here.
You were only five. You’d never have survived on your own.
And he would never survive without you, without his girls. He hugged the bear as if it was your body and he never let go.
x
“Why’d you have a bear in your bag?” Ellie teased as she caught sight of an fluffy ear sticking out.
Joel clenched his jaw, stuffing the teddy back inside. “What?” She laughed innocently, “Is it for your bad dreams? Chase the monsters away?”
The man grunted, discarding the bag on one of the chairs - away from Ellie’s view, “None of your business.”
Ellie frowned as she caught his eye. The brown was darker than usual, which was really saying something. They were empty, hollow but at the same time watery. Like he was one step away from crying. She shook the thought off - this was Joel she was talking about. Joel never cried, not in front of her - not really... She didn’t even think he could cry. But his eyes told her something else. They told an unspoken story. One she wasn’t sure she wanted to know. But one, at the same time, she needed to hear.
“Sorry,” She mumbled, moving into the living room of the house Tommy and Maria had given them.
Joel sighed as she did, guilt running through his veins. “Sorry,” He called out, gruffly, stopping her in her escape. Ellie turned back waiting for him to continue. “it was...” He cleared his throat roughly, “The bear was my daughters.”
“Oh,” She whispered, looking up at the man with sympathy, “If i had known it was Sarah’s... i wouldn’t have said anything.”
Joel sucked in a breath, turning towards the cupboards behind him, grabbing a cup. “Wasn’t hers,” He corrected trying not to let his voice catch on the lump forming in his throat.
“What?” Ellie dared a step closer, “But Sarah was... is your daughter.” Joel bit his tongue, forcing himself to face her again. “Joel?”
He let out a watery sigh, eyes set on the ground, “I had... i had another daughter.” He spoke your name softly but with fear. He hadn’t said it in years - he couldn’t. He hadn’t spoken about you in nearly 20 years either. He hated to talk about you. It was hard enough letting Ellie in, letting her know about his past, about Sarah. But it was too hard to say your name. You were only a baby. His baby.
“I didn’t know. You never mentioned her,” Ellie almost felt guilty asking - like this was something she should’ve known. That she should’ve known wasn’t something you just bring up.
“Yeah,” He scrunched his face a little, the feeling of your loss rushing back.
He thought and he believed for a time that if he didn’t talk about you, about the way he failed you then all that hurt would go away. He was wrong. He saw you every night in his dreams. He saw the woman you grew up to become. He saw your smile and heard your laugh. But then he’d wake up alone. He was always alone.
The worst was when the dream felt real. You were a baby again, Sarah was young too. It was just the three of you. You’d be doing something mundane - watching TV, eating dinner, whatever. He’d have conversations with the pair of you, forgetting that none of it was real. He’d hold you to his chest, sing to you, make you laugh. He’d dance with Sarah to their beat up radio in the kitchen. He would watch you take your first steps, say your first words, form your first smile.
But he’d always wake up. He hated waking up.
“How old was she?” She dared to ask.
Shakily he replied, “Five.”
She fell silent after that. Five. Five years old. Joel lost a five year old - no wonder he didn’t want to talk about it, idiot.
Ellie thought for a moment, a question daring to fall from her lips. “But she’s wasn’t on the memorial at Tommy’s.”
Joel’s head snapped up, anger residing in his chest. Who he was mad at he didn’t know. Himself? Tommy? Ellie? You? “Tommy... he,” He huffed, “He doesn’t believe she’s gone. Holds out hope on that fucking plaque - fuckin’ delusional.”
Ellie leant against the countertop, eyes not leaving the man for just a second, “Why would he think that?”
“No body,” His voice was cold all of a sudden as if it meant nothing at all. As if he wasn’t talking about the body of his five year-old.
“But then she could be-“
“Don’t,” He snapped, “Don’t say another word.”
Ellie rolled her eyes but complied. Joel turned back to his cup, filling it with coffee he had just traded for. He didn’t speak until he was finished and even then he wished he hadn’t.
“We heard her scream... And we found-“ He grimaced, gesturing to his bag, “And we found that damn bear.”
“But,” She tried again.
“Ellie-“
“No, seriously, if all you found was a bear she could still be-“
Without another word, Joel stormed past her, ripping the bag open, slamming the bear onto her chest.
Ellie saw it now.
She understood the haunting look in his eyes. She understood the story it told. It was matted, showed its age. What once was white was red now.
All of it.
Not just a patch here and there.
Everywhere.
It reminded her of Joel.
“That look like she could be alive to you?” He shouted.
“Fuck,” She felt sick just looking at it let alone touching it.
“You kept it?” A voice called from behind her.
Joel met his brothers eyes. “‘Course i did,” He spoke defensively.
“Joel,” He simpered. They stared at each other for a while. Almost like they were having a silent conversation.
Until Joel spoke, “It’s all i have of her left.”
And there was nothing else to say.
x
Years had gone by since they had gotten to Jackson. And things were surprisingly good. Eerily good. It was the type of good that Joel knew deep down wouldn’t last. It was the type of good that only existed before this mess.
Every morning he would wake up here he had a weight on his chest. A feeling that something was going to happen. This was the calm before the storm, he’d remind himself.
He didn’t tell anyone about it. He couldn’t. He’d just sound paranoid.
Him and Ellie were on a run. It was simple - it always was. The people in charge at the commune never liked to overstep - go to far. Never liked to do what Joel craved.
All they had to do was scope out a few cabins that were spotted deep in the woods. Ellie had jumped at the proposition as soon as Tommy had suggested it. She hated being cooped up for so long - Jackson could only give you so much freedom.
And just because Ellie agreed he knew he had to as well. There was no way in hell he’d let her go out risking her life when there was no way he’d be able to save it.
Getting there was the easy part. The horses at Jackson were a godsend. When they got there the place was still. Ellie gave Shimmer a soft pat before joining Joel who was stalking up to the door. He knocked first - not out of curtesy, just to attract any infected that it may hold. Because that’s what they expected. But Joel should’ve known better.
Joel should’ve thought about their biggest threat - people.
They had only cleared two rooms when Joel felt the cold sting of mental on his temple.
Ellie gasped but kept her gun up, eyes trained on the figure that held Joel’s life in their hands. “Put it down,” The voice ordered.
“Like hell I will,” Ellie retorted, finger edging closer to the trigger.
“I said put it down or the old man gets it,” She forced the barrel against his head - so hard he was sure it would bruise.
“Jesus, fuck, okay,” Ellie mumbled, slowly setting her gun on the floor infront of her, “Just let him go?”
The woman laughed, “So you can kill me, yeah, no thanks.”
“We can work this out,” Joel tried, hands raising to show he was unarmed but it only aggravated her more. Her arm wrapped around his neck, making him stumble back into a chokehold.
“Hey!” She yelled at Ellie as she reached for a gun. The teen stopped, taking a few steps back.
“Just put it down. We can work this out,” Joel proposed, gasping as she applied pressure to his neck, “We don’t want to hurt you.”
“Bullshit,” She spat, breathing heavily, “What the fuck else are you here for then, huh?”
“Supplies,” Ellie told her, “We’re from a commune-“
“Ellie-“
“We can take you back there - help you. If you just put the gun down.”
“Bullshit,” The woman removed the gun from Joel’s head aiming it now at Ellie, “You’ll kill me the first chance you get.”
Ellie shook her head, going to respond before Joel gripped the woman’s arm flipping her over. She gasped as she forcefully hit the ground, splinters from the wooden floor embedded into her spine.
Her breathing picked up, hand scrambling to get to the gun he had knocked out of her hand but a foot stopped her.
Joel’s boot pressed harshly against her wrist, “Don’t.”
“Christ Joel,” Ellie huffed, “You scared the fuck out of me.” Joel watched her as she reached down to get her discarded gun. Ellie laughed as she caught her breath, “Where the hell did that come from? You’re like 80.”
“Ellie,” He scolded with a strict look.
“Right, sorry,” She chuckled.
“So this is when you kill me then,” The woman heaved, chest rising and falling rapidly.
Joel turned to her then, catching her eyes for the first time. He faltered, boot leaving her wrist as he took a step back.
She was a spitting image of... you.
No.
“Shouldn’t’ve tried to kill us, i guess,” Ellie retorted humourlessly.
“You came into my house,” She shot back.
“This is your house,” Ellie muttered, “Needs some work. Right, contractor?” She shot a look over her shoulder at Joel. The man was pale, breathless. His eyes were trained on his attacker with a foreign look she couldn’t decipher.
“Joel?”
“Name,” He ordered, gun pointed down at her but both of them could see it shake.
“What?” She coughed, struggling to understand the strangers.
“Your name, what is it?” He yelled.
“Jesus,” She almost let herself laugh - she would’ve if she wasn’t so shit scared.
Joel gave her a stern look so she said it. She spoke your name.
Ellie’s lips parted, confusion leaving her face, “Holy shit.”
Joel’s expression crumbled as did the grip on his gun, which now hung loosely at his side. “Last name?” He asked, voice a mere whisper.
“What the fuck is going on?”
“Answer.”
“It’s Miller, Christ,” She answered, “What the hell is the matter with you people?”
Joel’s knees felt weak, his breath caught in his throat. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real. You died. You were gone.
“Joel is she-“
“Stand up,” He told you.
Hesitantly you did as he said, struggling slightly as your injuries caught up to you. Seeing this Joel stepped forward, hand outstretched. With an odd look in your eye you took it - ignoring how the mans eyes lingered on it for a second too long.
“Are you alone?” Fearfully you shook your head. “Where?” He ordered.
You shook your head again, “Please don’t- You can’t. I was just trying to protect her.”
“Who?” Ellie spoke up, despite it not feeling like her place to be in this conversation.
“M-my,” You started but a cry interrupted, echoing through the cabin.
You didn’t think for a second before you ran out of the room. Joel cursed as you did, going to rush out after you before Ellie spoke up, “What are we doing here, Joel?”
“I-“ He paused, shaking his head and leaving the room.
“Is it her?” She questioned, following closely behind him, “Is it really her?”
He gave her stern look as he entered the room you escaped into. His eyes blurred as he saw you with a baby to your chest.
“Please don’t,” You held up your free hand, stopping them, “You can’t- not her.”
“Holy fuck,” Ellie gaped, “You have a fucking kid!”
“Ellie!” The baby fussed in your arms, cries escaping despite your comfort.
“Please leave,” You beg, “Just let us go. I know i messed up. I didn’t want to hurt you guys but i- i couldn’t let you find her.”
“It’s okay,” Joel spoke softly, a type of softness you wouldn’t expect a man like him to be capable of. He holstered his gun, carefully and moved his hands where you could see them.
“We’re not going to hurt you,” He told you, “Ellie, put your gun away.” Ellie did as he said.
“So leave,” You pulled your child closer to your chest.
“We can’t do that,” Joel said.
“Why?”
“Because he’s-“
“Ellie, don’t,” He cut her off, turning back to you, “We weren’t lying before. We have a commune - it’s safe. You’ll be safe there. You both will be.”
You furrowed your eyebrows, repeating the same question, “Why?”
“B-because you’ve got a kid,” He lied, “We can’t leave you here to die.”
“I don’t trust you,” You frowned. Joel mirrored your action, looking around the room at the makeshift cot you had constructed. He felt his heart ache when he spotted a blood stain on the carpet in the corner - you had given birth here, alone. You went through that alone.
“Please,” Ellie spoke up, “You won’t survive out here. You need somewhere safe. And maybe you don’t trust us, that’s okay but we’re honest. We want to help you.”
Hesitantly, you nodded after a few minutes, anxiety building in your chest.
Joel’s eyes were still stuck to the bloodied patch and he was reminded again of how he failed you. How he failed Sarah. He thought about that damn bear. The bear that he thought was the last part of you he had. And despite the pain in his chest and the ringing in his ears he was so glad he was wrong.
“What’s her name?” Ellie asked as she took a tentative step forward.
You didn’t flinch, you wanted to but a part of you, a naive, childish part, wanted to believe them. “Sarah,” You returned, pinching your girls cheeks causing her to smile.
Joel’s eyes filled with tears, tears he had been trying to suppress for the past 20 minutes. For the past 20 years.
Sarah. His Sarah. Your Sarah.
Ellie’s eyes snapped to Joel. He almost felt embarrassed, showing this side of him. Showing his weakness.
“She’s beautiful,” He whispered.
You smiled as he spoke, kissing the side of Sarah’s head. “She is,” You kissed her again before whispering - more to her than them, “My babygirl.”
A/N: Doing this one for the female bi readers out there and because my pookie asked for it, can't say no to him or this request.
Based on a request:
getting gang banged by 141 watching you covered in their cum. Valeria gets captured by 141, even Konig is a part, Valeria and f reader. Do all nasty on Valeria and f reader, maybe the reader is bi, she eats out Valeria, while she is sucking someone.
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F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, dub-con, gangbang, degrading, spit roast, voyeurism, choking, spanking, bi!reader, bi!valeria, knife!play (very little), rough!sex, unprotected!sex, fingering
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A/N: hope you like it :)
You and Valeria were business partners, the 141 men were on the lookout for you after her escape and even got KorTac to send their colonel to hunt the women down. One wrong turn on a street and now you two are stuck in a room with them all. König was on the oppisite side from the 141 men, sworn enemies never to speak to the other. "Tell us where the fuckin' contatiner is!" Price spits out. Valeria and you had run his patience thin. Both of you tied to chairs, backs to the other. König had enough, he bends down, grabs your face and makes you look at him. "Cuidado muñeca, estos hombres quieren más que respuestas." Valeria tells you.
"Where are the containers, R/N." Ghost was more than done with your games. König slaps your face, and you look up at him with a smirk. "All you got?" you chuckle to which he takes his knife out, ripping the thin fabric of your shirt. Your bra was now exposed to the men in the room, Valeria knew better and looked at Gaz, gave him doe eyes and he shook his head. No fucking way these women were really letting these men take them like cheap whores. König undoes your bra, throws it to the side and grasps your nipples, squeezing the sensitive skin between his thick gloved fingers and smirks under his mask.
Price didn't stop it, not when he enjoyed how easy you were being. Valeria's shoulders were being held by Soap's hands, a playful smirk on him as he watched her squirm under Gaz's touch. Her jeans were off by a forceful move, panties were all wet which caused Soap and Gaz to look at each other and then at Ghost. One nod is all it took to have her untied and laid on the table where the maps lay. König and Ghost, nod at the other. Ghost lifts his mask up, tongue out as he bends down and licks your nipples. You are about to moan when your mouth gets opened wide by Price, and his spit goes into your mouth. "Let's make them answer, shall we?" Price says to which all men nod. You also get untied, jeans and panties ripped off by the knife that the colonel carried.
König begins to trace the tip of his knife across your thigh, you squirm and Ghost slaps you. "Don't fucking move, you whore," he slaps you again. The sharp knife makes a small cut on your thigh, and you whimper. König lifts his mask up a bit, his tongue licking the blood that dripped on your thigh. "N-ngh..." you moan out and that's when Price looks at Ghost, both men coming up with a plan. They grab you and open your legs, König getting pushed to the side. Valeria getting fingered by the two sergeants. You can listen to her moans and their deep laughter.
Their heavy cocks are all hard and ready to fuck into all your holes. Soap pushes his tip into Valeria, which causes her to gasp, his size bigger than she can take. Gaz stroked himself as he watched and waited for his turn. You look at the three men in front of you, Price pulling his zipper down and letting his fat cock spring out. You lick your lips, the older man smirking knowing he will ruin every single one of your tight holes. You let out a moan when König becomes the first one to finger your clit. Ghost getting his own cock ready to spread your folds.
"Such a fucking little whore," Ghost slaps his tip on your face. Price watches in delight as the two men begin to use any hole of yours. König kneels and sucks on your clit. They take you to the table, force Valeria spread her legs and makes you begin to suck on her clit. Gaz begins to fuck into Valeria's throat meanwhile, your pussy gets slapped by Price. He spreads your folds with his thick cock, his tip hitting just right. You let out a moan, your ass getting slapped by him repeatedly. You moan as you eat her out. She cries in pleasure when your tongue laps around in her, your fingers inside of her wet cunt.
The room is filled with deep groans from all the men and their whimpers, slaps and moans that come from the two tiny women in between all these men. König, Ghost and Soap all watch, stroking their fat and hard cocks at the sight. Soap needs to be buried deep inside you, so he pushes Price to the side and groans as his tip gets coated in your juices. You moan at how his size spreads you again. Your eyes leaked tears from how much your tits and ass were getting slapped.
Valeria gagged on Gaz's heavy cock, his cum and her drool falling onto the detailed maps they had. You on the other hand get pushed away from her cunt, leaving her whimpering for someone to fill her hole again. That's when Soap sees his opportunity and leaves your slick dripping cunt alone. His heavy cock gets welcomed by Valeria's tight cunt, she mewls and gets slapped around by Gaz. You get positioned on your knees and hands. Price takes your cunt, Ghost takes your ass and König takes your mouth. All your holes getting spread wide for these three men.
König holds your throat with hate, your mouth and throat adjusting to his fat and long cock. Your sweet cunt gets filled by Price's veiny and thick cock, hsi throbbing member threating to fuck into you better than any of the men in this room. Ghost slaps your ass, your tight hole bringing him to moan and slap you more. He adored how good it felt when you clenched around him. Price can feel you clench too. The Austrian man pulling out and letting you breath, your drool covering his length. You look at him, tears running down your face. You had your orgasm quite long ago but these men didn't care for that. Not when they fucked you with hate.
Your legs shaking, cunt is already more than sensitive. Your back arched and then your face gets used like a fleshlight once more. Your holes getting abused by their sizes, "Look at her, taking it like the filthy fucking slut she is," König spits out. "You are nothing but a worthless bitch," Price nibbles on your nipples. You were covered in Ghost's handprint and König's mess. Price kept fingering your clit despite your pleas to stop. After Valeria gets used, Soap and Gaz tie her up again.
Both men walk to you, Soap places his cock on your hand, letting you stroke it. König and Ghost keeping you in place. Gaz cock goes into your other hand. Your body is used like the toy you are, they remind you. "Fucking bitch, so..tight," Ghost says and makes sure to slap your ass again. "Aren't you a little cum slut," Soap chuckles, which makes König grin under his mask. Your hair gets covered in both of the segreants cum. Valeria rubs her clit as she watched you get used by the five men. Your body reaches new levels of pleasure, it is ecstasy for what they can give you.
Ghost eventually filled your tight ass with his seed and as he got tired of your body, he went to fuck into Valeria next. Soap moved to you, licking your abused hole and then giving your ass a good smack. You can feel his thobbing cock as he smacks it on each cheek. Soap pulls your hair. König and him figthing to keep your attention on either of them. After a grunt by Price, Soap just spreads you ass with his fat cock. You moan and cry.
Price pulls out, his cum dripping down from your cunt. Your face is all sticky and wet. Your ass is all red and sticky. Both you and Valeria a shaky mess, bodies covered in their seed. "Now, where the fuck is the container, you sluts." Price says as he gives your tits a final squeeze. Neither of you answer, all men chuckle. "Seems like we might need to do this again." Price smirks.
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A/N: if you would like a version without Valeria, let me know and I'll happily do it.
Yandere (OC) dilf! Forest shrine God Naga (Orochi ) x Bunny hybrid reader
Warning: mention of sexual activities, Rape, noncon, pregnancy, forced pregnancy, still birth , abuse, physical and mental abuse, angst with happy ending.
Mates are for life right???? Then why your human mate kicked you out as soon as you gave birth???? Why he is holding another woman in his arms so lovingly???? Why is he looking at your child... His child as if it's something disgusting???
The baby is fine it's just sleeping!!! Why is the woman beside your mate calling your baby dead??? He will wake up soon it's only been 8 hrs... He is just sleeping!!!
You were taken in from a hybrid shelter. Being a bunny hybrid the man who took you in fall for your beauty and innocent nature.... He promised you the world; his life... You were happy when he acted possessive.... But your relationship started take down fall when you got pregnant.
Constantly abused by your mate.... The harsh words.... You never even gotten chance to know or asked what wrong you did??? And then you heard him.
"One thing.... You are good at only one fucking thing .... Spreading your legs and you can't even do that nicely... You have to get pregnant and ruin everything...."
You heart dropped . Did he not like you??? But then what about the promises he made ??? Then what about the night he spent with you??? And then it happened.... The woman he brought pushed you off the stairs and your water broke... And you gave premature birth....
But your son looked fine...... He... He is just not waking up from his sleep.... But he will soon wake up!!. You were holding your baby close as you walk into the forest that was near the estate. You were told by your previous mate that it's a forbidden area as the forest god a naga resides there .
But now as you had nowhere to go as , if you go out in the city they would sell you and your baby separately again as they did to you and your mother... The hybrids who were not powerful enough or who don't have owner are seen as wild animals who need to be kept in cages.
"Its ok... Mamma will never leave you... She will always be there.."
you cooing kissed your baby. Your warm trembling lips touching the ice cold skin. You found a den soon you get settled in. Your baby must be hungry ...you thought unable to understand that dead can't be hungry.
You were roaming around when you saw a temple.... Surrounded by trees full of fruits ... You smiled as you began to pick up the fallen fruits unaware of the golden eyes looking at you. Soon enough you were lifted up from the ground by a thick tail around your waist. You squealed as the said villain brought your face closer to his.. you were lost in those slit golden eyes. When you heard him mock.
"Now... A theif came to steal in my territory and it's so bold that it has nerves to gawk at me?? Should I eat you??"
You then realised what's happening you trembled as you begged not to be eaten... You said you have a baby you just wanted some food so that you could produce enough to feed him.. and you saw his eyes softening a bit but you were still holded up in the air.
He looked at you... With your smell it seems like it's not long you have given birth and you are still lactating.... But then why are you alone.... Where is your mate??? Which man leaves his new born and mate alone??
He looked at you annoyed. He let you drop on the floor , the rag you were wearing riding up a bit and he saw the blue black beating marks. He was noticing your marks when he saw you collecting the fruits again. He grabbed your face ..
"Hey... I never said I would let you take these fruits for free ..."
"B-but I have nothing to give you... "
You looked so confused and cute. That it got him hot and bothered... Years of being alone and then as soon as his fucking heat began he found a lactating female who had freshly given birth , her body screaming and singing praises of her fertility right in his territory her good for nothing bastard mate who left her open and alone like this....fuck...
He pulled you into the shrine locking the door behind. Your clothes ripped apart . He was ready to poison you a bit if you would scream or resist him too much his son would wake up. But his eyes narrowed when he saw you eyes flinched closed both hand on your mouth.
Legs spread as if telling you are ready .... You are ok with what he would do to you... As if you had gone through it before. His heart clenched..... He was cursing him self. His darn heat.... His lust that made him do this.
You didn't uttered a word throughout the sex nothing....only low whimpers on his thrusts. Soon he came on your stomach. Thanking gods for the right time as he pulled out . You slowly sat up . His heart hurted badly as he saw you collecting your ripped rag of a cloth.
He slithered away quickly and came back soon with a pair of kimono. He ushered it into your arms as you looked at it. His tail swishing on the floor proudly. His eyes never left you as you bowed to him and got dressed not minding the slick on your thigh.
He averted his gaze as he asked you to sit for a while. You said nothing as you watch him slither in the garden picking the best fruits from the trees and soon enough the basket was full of fruits . He told you he could carry it for you to your "den" as much as he frowned when you told him about your den .
His son came running out as he called him .
"Take care of the shrine I'll be soon back ok??"
His son nodded looking too excited watching and slithering around you and you were looking at him... A bit sadly???
You started to guide the naga to your den and as you two got closer he was hit by a strong stench..
As stench of dead body. He watches in horror as you hold the rotting flesh in your arms. And then his connected the dots.. it's not uncommon for a mother to act that way when their child is still born. And sometimes it causes death in females too as they die due to pining for their dead children.
Now he Understand why your eyes looked dead when he fucked you... You never resisted him; you only waited for him to end it...... And then scurry away with the food he would give you.... He knew something was wrong... He had spent past 300 years in this shrine but never once seen you before ....
No... He can't just let you die!! He tried to take the corpse away from you but you screamed kicked and tried to push him away. Soon a sting in your neck and you lost your consciousness. Orochi looked at your unconscious form carefully; his eyes sad .
He took you back to the shrine... He left you sleeping in his room and asked his son to look after you as he gone back to bury your child and give him a funeral. He returned and saw you crying and trying to go out as his son was trying to calm you down.
You came running to him as soon as you saw him...
"My baby what did you do to my baby ???... Please give him back!!! "
Orochi knew if he tell you that your baby was already dead at birth you would either kill yourself or not accept it. So he pulled you sweetly in hug.
"Your baby is gone far away he will come back if you would be good girl and stay nicely ok??"
His son Akari looked at him with disbelief, but then he looked at you and slithered away to probably his room. Orochi saw you were mumbling something as he took you back into the bed . You slept sobbing. He was looking at your face... What... What if he gave you another baby??? A new one.....
It would make you good again right?? And it's not like the rabbit pregnancy lasts long.... One month at most and you would have a live child in your arms...... Yes that's the best for you ... And with heavy guilt he sank his teeth into you chest as he gave you some of his anesthetic poison..
He slowly undressed you alinging his cocks at your entrance. Just wait for him a bit and you would be the happiest mate in the world....his eyes looked at you nipples the bead of milk trickling down if it would have been someone else he would have sucked it.... but right now he felt sick in the stomach.How can nature be so cruel... a mother is lactating who can't even feed her child. ...
He was sure you were pregnant, the glow on your face and body was saying it all. But you looked so cautious of everything he does..He doesn't know how your first pregnancy has gone but in his mind it must not be pleasant thats why he was extra soft with you, and he can't help but smile where he caught Akari slept in your lap a few times.
He had thought to give you enough poision daily to make you sleep whole day , that is if you would cause trouble but you on the other hand, stayed so quite that it bothered him.
You still remember the treatment you had gotten by that man while pregnant. You were in dread when you felt it moving inside you.... A child... No.... Not again.... You stayed as quite as possible not to anger the naga. But why was he so soft to you.
Cleaning your mess , cooking for you , bathing you , dressing you, combing your hair..... Its not love right??? Love can't be this sweet .... The love you knew hurted.... Its beat you.... Kicked you out... Then what is this??
You got comfortable with Orochi and Akari. Akari was playing out side and orochi was combing your hair when your breath quickened, and his eyes traveled to your belly .... Your water broke.... You expected him to run away..... To leave you on yourself but instead he made you lean into his lap his hands undoing your clothes .
You where Whimpering and you saw his face... Why do he look like he is in more pain than you ???. Soon Orochi patted you head and patted his tail on your lips.
"Bite if it hurts...."
Your eyes watered and you bit his tail hard... But all you heard was praises and head pats. You don't know if it was tears of happiness or pain but you lost consciousness as soon as you heard a child's cry.
You woke up in orochi's room Akari sitting beside you a wet cloth on your head. Akari helped you sit up . You don't want to ask what happened.. seems like this child was dead too . you.... You are an incompetent mother.....
Suddenly the door slide open and Orochi slithered in with a bundle in his hand cooing and singing at it .... Your eyes watered...... you don't want to accept it.. you heard a cute giggle from the bundle. Orochi looked at you and smiled as he placed the bundle in your lap .
Your hands were too much trembling as you hold the baby... Your baby... A beautiful baby girl... The fluffy white rabbit ears on her head.. some greenish snake scales on her arms and cheeks. She open her e/c coloured slit eyes and giggled which made you laugh too.
Akari and orochi got up to leave when you grabbed the boys arm and he smiled at his father slithering back to you cooing and poking the baby's cheek. Orochi's heart skipped a beat when he saw you smiled , happily.... For the first time....
He slowly slithered behind you hugging you from the back gently coiling his large tail around you three and for his amusement you leaned into him nuzzling into his chest.... He will protect his family..... You and his children... Nothing can harm you.
Akari had gone out to play in the garden with his little sister giving you two some time alone. As of that you were perched on his cock snoozing on him .... He was kissing and patting on your head as his cock twiched inside you... His tail slithering around you leg or either disturbing you bunny tail.
You had started to open up to them. And you even asked Orochi if it's possible for you to birth his eggs too.... Which made him fill you with his egg this time and as a result you were passed out on him. He knows you are still a little cautious of him but he understands.
Only if you know that he had killed the man who was your first mate and cursed that women to be childless...... That she would be the last blood heir of her family. If only you know he killed all those workers that neglected you at that man's estate.
If you know upto which limit he would go for you.... He kissed you forehead.... His little goddess .... His priestess.
Hello @lupinlovr!! I know it has been almost a year since you commented one of my fic saying:
"what if reader brings her bf home and her parents actually love him (they are still very protective, especially Bo) and the bf finds out what they do, but supports it and wants to help out?",
But today is the day I finally post for it (the proof even miracles can happen)!!
Hope you'll enjoy <3
Warnings: no proof reading, killing, blood, very morally grey boyfriend and reader, slight angst, fluff
Your boyfriend had always been very eager to meet your parents, because he strongly believed in family and he didn’t have any.
You had explained to him that your parents were quite intense, and you weren’t too sure it was a good idea, especially because they were very protective of you.
But because you also thought he might be the love of your life, and that he might be able to understand the family business, you wanted to give it a shot.
You were at at family dinner.
“So” you started and your dads instantly looked up at you “I’m currently with someone” you said and you saw Bo’s jaw clenching. “And he'd really like to meet y’all” you finished.
“Why that?” Bo asked
“He’s a family man” you replied, knowing it would please your father “But he doesn’t have any relatives, so he’d like to be one of us”
“Ya’re plannin’ on gettin’ married then?” Bo asked again
“Well... why not. I really love him and he really loves me” you replied
“I’ll be the judge of that” Bo hummed, but he noted you weren’t against the idea of getting married, which was new
“So ya’d be ok with him comin’ here?” you asked and Bo shrugged
“We’ll have to be careful for him to not notice anythin’. What do ya think Vince?” he asked his brother
Are you sure it’s a good idea? Vincent questioned you. Is it only what your boyfriend wants or do you also want him here?
“Well ’m always a bit nervous to introduce people to ya because ya're intense…” you started
“We’re not intense, we just want the best for our daughter” Bo cut you and you rolled your eyes at him
“Yes, father, I know that. But I really think… I mean ’m gonna be the head of the Sinclair family one day, but I can’t be the head if there’s no one else in the family, can I? He knows how to use a gun and he doesn’t mind violence that much… He’s obeyin’ me well too. He definitely has potential to be one of us” you explained and the brothers exchanged a look.
“So ya’d like to have kids with him too?” Lester asked because so far you had never talked about family that way
“Why not” you replied again and the twins arched an eyebrow at you.
“That’s new” Bo commented “Well, bring him here, but..."
“But if ya ain't findin' him suitable, ya kill him?” you asked and the three men nodded at you. You sighed “Alright then”
Your boyfriend was very excited when you told him your parents were eager to meet him as well.
As you drove to Ambrose, you noticed your boyfriend looking around, and he seemed a little bit surprised to realise how empty things were.
You finally arrived in town and you parked in front of Bo’s garage, like you often did.
Bo exited his garage to meet the two of you. He smiled at you and you gave him a hug. You then turned around to introduce your boyfriend.
Your father inspected the boy in front of him before shaking his hand.
“Welcome to Ambrose, I guess” Bo hummed and you rolled your eyes
The fact Bo didn’t kill your boyfriend right away was actually a good sign though.
“It’s really an honour to be here. Your daughter always talks about you and Ambrose with so much love and passion” your boyfriend said. Bo smiled and kissed your temple
“Yeah, she’s a good girl to her family” Bo commented and you smiled back at him. “Hope ya’re good to her too” Bo hummed, his blue eyes piercing through his soul.
“Of course!” your boyfriend exclaimed and he sent you a look for your confirmation
“Of course, or he wouldn't be here” you replied and you smiled reassuringly to both of them.
You were about to add something when you saw Lester’s truck coming in. He parked close by and exited his truck, going right to you. He gave you a bear hug and you giggled at the attention.
You also introduced your boyfriend to Lester and as you had planned it, Lester was nicer.
He shook his hand and asked him how the travel was and did all the small talk that helped put your boyfriend at ease. You were grateful for that.
The four of you kept talking, even if Bo was more observing than participating. You leaned against his side and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.
“He’s not half bad” he whispered into your ear and you smiled, “Don’t believe I won’t kill him if he displeased me though” he quickly added and you nodded.
“How ‘bout ya prepare us some lemonade, girl?” Bo finally said, knowing that his twin also wanted to have a closer look at the young man you brought home.
You quickly nodded and left Bo’s side. You grabbed your boyfriend’s hand and guided him towards the house as Lester and Bo stayed at the garage to exchange their first impressions on your boyfriend.
You entered the house and you gently asked your boyfriend to stay in the kitchen. You reminded him he was about to meet the masked twin and that he really needed to not stare at Vincent or it would upset him.
And no one wanted Vincent to be upset.
Your boyfriend nodded, without knowing how close to death he was going to be.
He stayed in the kitchen as you knocked at the basement door before going downstairs. Vincent was in the middle of some project but he put his tools down when he saw you. You smiled at him and removed enough of his mask to kiss his cheek. You told him your boyfriend was upstairs, even if Vincent already knew that.
You felt he was really reluctant so you tried to reassure him. What did the trick was that you told him it was okay if he needed to kill your boyfriend. You really loved him, but between him and your family, you would always choose the last one.
You were a Sinclair before anything else.
Your boyfriend actually handled pretty well the first interaction with Vincent and things went smoothly. You even had a family dinner all together. Vincent removed his mask to eat, which was a big proof your boyfriend had done pretty good so far.
You all had a good time and the four men around you relaxed a lot, and you did too.
Bo even let your boyfriend sleep in your room!
(Vincent checked on the two of you in the middle of the night, and you were cutely sleeping, all cuddled up into each other's arms).
But the next day, things seemed to go downhill. A group of tourists came and you weren’t too sure what to do to prevent your boyfriend from noticing anything or from asking questions.
And you couldn’t do much when you heard gunshots.
You wanted to stop your boyfriend, but he was quick and ready to protect his people. He found a knife in the kitchen and you grabbed one too.
You saw your father fighting with a man and you started to run towards him.
Your boyfriend was quicker and he grabbed the man and stabbed him without a second of hesitation. Both you and Bo watched him in pure surprise.
“More fuckers ran away. Vince must be takin’ care of them. But better check out and help” Bo said and your boyfriend nodded.
The three of you started to look through the whole town and you got rid of the last tourists.
Once the job was done, you found your boyfriend in the House of Wax, with Vincent. Their knives were covered in blood and they both were pulling dead bodies behind them.
“Hey, babe, I can explain” you started as you walked to them.
Your boyfriend shook his head “No, no need to explain anything, love. If you kill people here, then I'll start killing too. What do we do with the dead bodies though?” he asked with a tilt of the head.
“This” you replied and you gestured towards the wax statues surrounding the three of you.
“Oh” he hummed “This is smart” your boyfriend continued “I’m eager to help in any way” he said
Vincent signed something for you to translate to your boyfriend. You brightly smiled.
“Welcome to the family” you translated as you leaned to passionately kiss your future husband (Bo was going to make sure of it).
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