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Are you alive?

yes! i’m just not on here very much anymore 🫶

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hii! i really loved ur yandare!gilbert i was hoping youll do more? xx

i would definitely be down to write more for him (aged up ofc) but i don’t have any requests for him rn!

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Loved Aegri Somnia, I greatly enjoyed reading it ☺️

ahhh thank you so much! ❤️❤️😌

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Aegri Somnia - dark!Daryl Dixon x reader

summary: after Alexandria’s welcome party, Daryl sees the perfect opportunity to claim you as his.

warnings: noncon, baby trapping, somnophilia, other assault/abuse/rape mentions, alcohol

note: the title is a latin phrase that means “a sick man’s dreams” <3

Many years have passed since Daryl had rescued you from the kitchen inside of the West Georgia Correctional Facility.

You had been locked inside with four male prisoners since the start of the apocalypse, enduring near-constant assault and abuse. All you had done was accept a job there as a kitchen assistant at nineteen. The pay was too good to pass up in rural Georgia, even with the gross men you had to deal with. You could clock in, dissociate, and clock out easily enough.

But when the apocalypse hit, you were barricaded in with a few of the prisoners. After a few days turned into weeks, you begged them to toss you to the walkers. Just as you were starting to plan your suicide, a group of humans burst in and an older man with shaggy brown hair and a crossbow picked you up, slung you over his shoulder and saved you from the horrible men.

Now you had found yourself inside a beautiful community called Alexandria, after being on the road and moving from place to place with Rick’s group for so long. You had to be in your mid-20s by now, but you had honestly lost track.

You were scatterbrained during Alexandria’s filmed interviews, coming off as confused and out of your mind. You “passed,” but with a flag to be monitored by the other Alexandrians. It was, frankly, embarrassing.

“They know you’re not a threat, (y/n). They just wanna prove they can shake us,” Carol explains, sitting beside you as you waited for Daryl’s interview to finish.

Daryl Dixon was your best friend and guardian angel, to whom you owed your life. He had been the one to rescue you, bruised and broken, and taken you to Doctor Greene to be taken care of. He never left your side, was so singularly drawn to you and his mission to protect you. It had finally given him a purpose after the loss of everyone he had loved before.

He spent every night in your cell with you, gently pouring water into your mouth and listening to you talk as you regained your strength.

He hadn’t even thought about it in a romantic way until he saw you holding Judith, once you were strong enough. Your smile lit up the whole cell block as you bounced Rick’s sweet newborn.

Daryl knew he was done for, started thinking about a family and that picket fence shit he never wanted before the apocalypse but was now the only thing left in his mind. You and him and a few babies and a dog and no walkers. He kept it hidden deep inside, knew it would never happen and could already hear Merle mercilessly mocking his weakness for you.

“‘S all done,” Daryl huffs, walking out of the office and crossing his arms awkwardly. His bow was like a limb, you knew he felt incomplete without it.

“How’d yours go?” you ask, biting the inside of your cheek as you wait for his answer.

“Said we could share a house tonight, make us feel safer,” Daryl shrugs, looking around the room.

The rest of your group nods, heading to grab their already-searched bags.

“C’mon Daryl, let’s pick a room with a view,” you joke, grabbing his arm and dragging him alongside you with a big smile on your face.

That night, and for several to follow, you and Daryl shared a bed. You often did, as everyone else broke off into couples, and it wasn’t unusual. You both enjoyed having your own space in bed, usually moving all the way to opposite sides. Daryl slept closest to the door so he could protect you. He always kept a weapon under his pillow until you came to Alexandria and all your group’s weapons were confiscated.

A few nights after your initial interviews, Alexandria threw a party to welcome your group into theirs. It was so odd, putting on a dress for the first time since before the apocalypse. Jessie, who worked in the pantry, let you borrow one of hers for the event.

“Daryl, come on. You’re seriously letting me go to this stupid party alone?” you huff, leaning against the door of your shared room.

“Nah, ain’t gonna go,” he says, sitting on the edge of your shared bed with his arms crossed.

You weren’t used to seeing him without his crossbow, but he still looked as dirty as ever.

“Well, at least shower while I’m gone. You stink,” you say, crinkling your nose in fake disgust.

“Should I expect ya back tonight?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

“Dunno, seemed real cozy with that punk earlier,” he huffs.

You smile, amused at your hardass best friend’s softness towards you. It wasn’t the first time he seemed possessive over you, but you knew it wasn’t in a romantic way. You were much too young, and you suspected he had a bit of a crush on Carol, anyway.

“Aiden? No, ew! If anything, Spencer is the cuter one,” you laugh, turning away from the door and heading downstairs.

You knock on Rosita’s door, who was staying in a room on the first floor with Abraham.

She opens the door, also wearing a borrowed dress and her trademark hoops.

“Ugh, I thought you’d never ask. Abe’s still dousing himself in cologne,” she rolls her eyes. Rosita shuts the door behind her and you go to the kitchen, eager to drink Alexandria’s fancy wines they had gifted you.

As you and Rosita laughed and sipped, Daryl couldn’t help but eavesdrop. Rosita talked a lot about her and Abraham’s relationship in hushed voices, and you didn’t have much to add.

Of course you didn’t, he thought, it wasn’t like the two of you were dating. Or that you even thought of him like that. For being almost two decades older, you managed to become friends through some kind of miracle. But he knew you were so incredibly, painfully out of his league.

“What about you and Daryl?” he hears Rosita ask in a suggestive tone.

“What about us?” you laugh awkwardly.

“Oh come on, you can’t tell me you haven’t thought about hooking up with him, (y/n)!”

“Shhh, lower your voice!” you laugh, hitting your friend on the shoulder. “Oh my god, no way, Rosita. He’s so much older and just my friend, and he’s such a loner. I mean, I’m the closest person to him and he barely even talks to me,” you sigh.

Daryl listens, your confession stirring feelings of resentment and anger deep inside of him. Too old? Such a loner? You never seemed to mind those things before, even telling Daryl it was what you loved about him.

He suddenly realized that if you came home tonight, to him, he had to show you how perfect you were for each other. You would never see it on your own, too blinded by your female friends’ trivial notions of hotness and proximity of age. Not the chemistry, the love that drew the two of you together. That drew him to rescue you in the first place.

Once he heard your voice drift away and the door close, he pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels. It wasn’t like he had been hiding it, but if he was to make a move on you tonight, he definitely couldn’t be sober.

-

“I wasn’t even twenty-one when this all started,” you complain to Jessie, sipping quickly from your champagne flute.

Your group hadn’t had the luxury of finding enough alcohol to get drunk from in a while, so you would take what you could get.

“Let’s take a shot together,” she suggests, noticing your tense expression. You nod, following her into the kitchen and demurely shooting some straight vodka. You chased it with the champagne and winced, passing it off as a smile.

“Thank you, Jessie,” you cough.

“Don’t mention it, kid,” she laughs, patting you on the back. All of a sudden, Rick arrives and the air shifts. You know Jessie is attracted to him, despite her husband in the next room. Rick had managed to show up, to clean himself up, so why couldn’t Daryl?

You turned your back to the group as you poured yourself another shot. And then another, and another. You had thought solely about survival for so long, and now feelings had started to peek through. Did you really feel drawn to Daryl romantically? Or was it just the proximity, the way you owed him for saving your life? And not just repeatedly now, but from your prisoner-captors, your rapists all those years ago?

“Hey, girl. You alright?” Rosita asks, stepping out from around the corner. Her eyes drift from your face down to your hand, holding the bottle of Absolut.

“I’m— I think I’m fine,” you sigh, setting it down, “it’s just— what if I have feelings for Daryl?”

“Oh my god, I knew it!” she laughs, bumping her hip against yours.

“C’mon, (y/n). He totally likes you too! He’s so protective and sweet to you, he isn’t like that with anyone else,” she points out.

“We’re so different, Rosita. I mean, he’s like twice my age. And— I don’t know, I just don’t want things to be weird.”

Your best friend rolls her eyes in response. “C’mon, let’s take another shot,” she says, pouring them out in front of the two of you, “best friends don’t let each other drink alone.”

-

“She’ll be fine on the couch,” Rosita tells Abraham as he lays you down, drunken and slumped over.

“She alright?” a voice asks from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah, she just got really drunk, Daryl. Should we bring her up?”

“Yeah, c’mon,” he says gruffly, stumbling to exaggerate his own drunkenness.

He watched, heart racing as Abraham lifted your passed-out body and carried you up the stairs. Daryl stole a peek at your little underwear hidden beneath your dress. He hoped that tonight, he could finally find out what it felt like to be inside of you.

Daryl wrestled with his emotions as Abe lay you down on your side of the bed. Rosita tucked the blanket over you with a frown.

“I swear, I didn’t even know she drank that much,” Rosita sighs, taking your jewelry off and setting the items on your bedside table.

“Ah got it from ‘ere,” Daryl grunts, and the couple leaves him alone with you. Neither have any idea what he’s been dreaming of, been wanting to do for so long.

After locking the door behind them, he steps back to admire you. You look so beautiful, all passed out in front of him. It almost felt like you were tempting him, begging for his touch.

Daryl pulls the blanket back and runs a shaky hand down your body like he can’t believe you’re right here. Passed-out drunk in front of him, all dolled up. He puts a rough hand in between your legs, spreads your legs open just enough. All you do is let out a small whimper.

“‘Ya like that, huh?” he asks rhetorically, amused by your body’s reaction.

You hadn’t felt anything, only the up and down of Abraham carrying you through Alexandria. And now, only stillness.

Daryl makes quick work of pushing up your dress and removing your underclothes. He wouldn’t have another chance like this in a long time, maybe not ever. He had to make it count.

He couldn’t believe he was actually doing it, but he unbuckled his pants and took himself out of his boxers.

“Fuck,” he groans, lying down on top of you. You were already wet, so his cock was able to slide inside of you easily, allowing him to push deeper.

Your body tenses underneath his, mouth letting out a small groan beside his ear. A few thrusts was all it took, but after Daryl finished inside you once, he needed to feel it again.

He allowed himself to want this illusion with you, a house and clean bed and running water and a baby. He was going to give you a baby.

He didn’t care if Alexandria lasted, but he hoped it would. With big steel walls and protection, it would at least make do for a while. He pumped another load inside your tight pussy as he thought about it. He fantasizes about the shock you’d experience from your missed period, the test you’d take, how you’d apologize to him for your “drunken night together” when in reality, Daryl had been much less drunk than you.

He grunts, pulling out and using his index finger to push his leaking globs of cum back into you. he grabs your panties and puts them back on you, along with your borrowed dress.

Daryl drinks a bit more to ease his nerves and ensure he would wake up hungover. He lays down, falling asleep next to you with just the hint of a smile on his face.

-

You woke up with your head pounding and barely any recollection of the previous night. When you looked to your right, Daryl was right there, sleeping soundly beside you. He smelled like whiskey and sweat, and you couldn’t imagine you smelled any better.

You sat up, slowly so you could avoid getting sick, and you were immediately hit with an ache between your legs.

“N-no—“ you whisper, glancing at Daryl and then back down between your legs. You got so drunk that you had sex with Daryl? Had he been more drunk than you? Did you… take advantage of him.

You couldn’t even remember if it had been Daryl or someone else. Honestly, you couldn’t remember anything after you and Rosita took shots in the kitchen.

Before you could help it, you could feel tears start to run down your face. Daryl was sound asleep, but you shook him awake anyway.

“Daryl? Daryl?”

He awoke to your panicked voice, soft hands shaking his shoulder.

“What?” he asks gruffly, running a hand over his face and turning to face you.

“I-I think something happened last night,” you whisper, voice breaking as you try not to cry even more than you already were.

You study his face as his eyebrows furrow into a worried expression. “Don’t recall much,” he huffs, “jus’ some kissin’. ‘Ya climbed on me, dunno what else. Was real drunk.”

“Daryl, I-I think we had sex,” you whimper, “I’m so sorry! Did I— I don’t know— oh my god, did I rape you?”

“Hey, ‘ya ain’t done nothin’. Jus’ ‘cause we ain’t remember don’t mean we didn’t say yes,” Daryl explains.

“Y-yeah, you’re right. I mean, I do really like you, Daryl. I-I guess as more than a friend,” you say, still watching his expression for any form of approval.

To a normal person, this would seem like an odd thing. But to Daryl, he was secretly overjoyed. His prediction had been confirmed and you could finally, truly be his.

“‘Ya sure, kiddo? Coulda’ been a fluke,” he frowns.

“Yeah, well— you protect me, you always keep me safe. And you’re so sweet,” you tell him with a small smile, shifting closer to him.

It wasn’t right, wasn’t normal, but all you wanted were his strong and reassuring arms to wrap around your body and keep you safe.

And of course, you had no idea that he had been the danger in the first place.

-

It was horrible for you, and perfect for him. Six weeks went by with no period. You were throwing up, sore everywhere, and nothing fit right.

You begged Denise to give you some abortion pills, but they didn’t work. They’d already expired years ago. You couldn’t bring yourself to hurt yourself, so you were stuck carrying yours and Daryl’s child in your womb.

Everything worked out even better than Daryl had expected: a family to keep safe, a steady life in Alexandria, and having sex with you more and more. The two of you grew even closer, bonded forever through your child.

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How would the yandere SVU men react if their s/o died in childbirth? Freedom to her last moments of delight, but devastating for them for obvious reasons. Make it better that her baby died with her in less than 24 hours.

oh god 😭😭

of course both carisi and barba would be upset, they picked YOU and now you’re leaving them? after all their hard work and dedication in taking care of you?

they’d be so upset to lose your child, too. the last real thing that ties you together. of course it will be devastating, especially for sonny because he has always really wanted kids.

but of course, losing you both would leave… a clean slate. of course they could find someone new. no one as good as you, of course, but they must continue somehow. the circle of life, or whatever.

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Yandere boys SVU x lawyer reader who is married but is unhappy in her marriage and with her husband.

The poor girl feels lonely and ends up having an affair with the yandere, the poor girl falls directly into the clutches of the yandere

oooh this is such an interesting concept!

With Rafael Barba, he is nothing if not quiet and discreet. He makes his moves in the darkness, extending you his kindness and making up for what your husband is sorely lacking. Before long, Rafael becomes your safe place, your escape from your unhappiness at home. The more time you spend with him, the more you become stuck in his trap. Even when his darker, more cruel tendencies come out, you still think it’s better than what you can run home to.

Sonny Carisi isn’t dissimilar to Rafael, but he is going to give you his charm and hope it covers his slight obsessiveness that leaks over into his normal behavior. He doesn’t know how to act normal around you, constantly thinking about trapping you in his apartment and starting a family with you where you can both finally be happy. He has a harder time hiding his desires, but he’s such a sweet man that you also see him as a better option than your husband.

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going off of sick!reader x yandere sonny, i wonder how it'd go if the reader had to go in for medical tests and stuff? theres a option at the doctors to disclose if you're facing dv and i wonder if the reader takes it, what'd happen?

he’ll only bring you in if it’s VERY serious, otherwise he will have a doctor visit your home. when at the hospital, he will not leave your side and fill out all paperwork with you. he knows the ins and out of it all, and won’t let you slip through the cracks. if you do, somehow, he’ll claim you’re losing your mind and have his co workers pull strings and vouch for him.

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what do you think yandere sonny would do if his love was infertile? would they have to find another way to have kids?

or take it up a notch, what if they were seriousky sick? would sonny be extra protective and controlling?

hmmm for sonny in particular, he would probably adopt at least one or two kids. this man wants a family, for sure. preferably a big family, but he’s somewhat flexible.

if they were really sick, he’d keep them inside and become very strict, even taking time off work to take care of them.

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One Big Happy Family

Brother!Joe Velasco x Sister!Reader

"Alright everyone I want this entire park checked, there has to be a witness here somewhere, someone has seen something." Captain Benson stood before her SVU squad in central park.

They were working on a missing persons case, a little girl who just up and disappeared out of thin air. She was walking home from her school, next minute gone. The case had the city holding its breath, everyone wishing and praying for her safe return. The higherups were breathing down Benson's neck, and she breathing down her teams.

"Bruno, Finn, take some officers and take the west side, Curry, your team on the east, Velasco you're South, I'll be in the North. Everyone keep your eyes out and stay safe! Alright let's move!" The squad breaks to look for witnesses and new evidence.

Velasco walks down the path, looking for anything out the ordinary, he stops to look in bushes and behind benches. He's in the middle of talking to a couple about what they had saw, if they had seen anything really.

"I remember she was on the phone? It was a pink one and I remember thinking, she's too small to be on her own, and I prayed she would get home safely. That's what the lord would've wanted." The man spoke.

"Thank you, this really helps us out." Velasco scribbles into his notepad. The couple walks away from him after taking his card and he taking their information. He sighs, the case forcing him to take overtime, no going home, no hot showers, takeout for two days.

He looks over at a bench, and he sees a young mother with her kids, a boy and a girl. The looked about the same age, twins? Something about them, the noses...familiar. He walks over to them, maybe the mother seen what happened? If anything, he can probably find out why he knows those kids.

"Mommy! He keeps taking the ball! It's my turn!" The little girl points to her brother whose grinning from ear-to-ear dribbling a basketball. "He's hogging it mommy!"

"Roman, you have to share with Rose, it's not fair you play with it all the time." The mother gently warns the boy. "If I have to say that again I'm going to take it." She goes back to reading.

Roman pouts. "How am I supposed to be a basketball player if I can't practice?" He tosses the ball to his sister. She misses the catch, and it goes bouncing away....right to Joe's feet.

"Hey sweetheart, here's your ball." He hands it to Rose was it? She gives him a small smile with a shy thank you. Something about her...she kinda looks like someone from his past.

"Who are you?" Roman pushes his sister behind him, as if he were protecting her. "And you know you're not supposed to talk to strangers!"

"Hey, it's alright, I'm a police officer, I just wanna ask your mama some questions if that's okay with you little man." Joe chuckles. When he turns to the mother, his heart stops.

This has to be a dream, right? There's no way she's right here in front of him, looking right at him with those beautiful, loving eyes. It's been years since he lost her. And now he's found her, right back into his arms.

This has to be a nightmare, right? There's no way he's here right in front of her, looking at her with those disgusting, evil eyes. It's been years since she ran away. And now he's found her, right back into his arms.

He says her name softly. The children are glancing at each other, confused. Who is this man? Why does he know their mother? The mother is frozen, mind her hands which are shaking. Her heart palpitating wildly.

"Mommy? Who is he?" Rose questions. Joe looks at the children, and back at the woman. Something finally clicking in his mind. He starts to smile at the children, it seems genuine to them, they don't know what he is, what he's done.

"Look at you two, you guys must be what? Five? Six?" He crouches down in front of them. "Tell me, what did your mama name you?"

She's brought out her fear induced paralysis when Joe puts his hand on Roman's shoulder. She shoots up, pushing herself in front of the children. She wants to run, scream. But he can't she doesn't want to upset her babies. "Hey, hey, now. Don't be like that. We're just talking right kids?" Joe stands up, looking down at the frown this woman wears.

"Stay away from us, from them. Come on babies, come on." She begins to gather their things and grabs their hands. Pulling them along she glances back at Joe, who's just standing in the same spot, watching them leave.

This isn't over. He will see them again.

<Later that Evening>

"But why! Emma gets to have ice cream every night t having ice cream for dinner!" Rose had been whining about this for ten minutes now while her mother prepared lasagna. "She says she has it every night! Why can't we have ice cream?"

The woman sighed, getting annoyed with her daughter's imaginary crisis. "I don't think she's eating ice cream every night baby, she'd get sick." She tried to gently parent her baby.

"It's the truth mommy! Why would she lie?" Her voice cracked, as if she were about to cry, poor thing doesn't understand why her dear friend would lie about something so serious.

"Maybe she just wants to seem cool in front of you, honey."

"I already think she's cool." She trails off.

"Come on baby, time to eat. Mommy's lasagna is good right?"

Roman runs to the table, "I think it's the best I've ever had!"

Before anyone else could get a word out, three knocks on the door. Who could it be at this hour? She definitely wasn't expecting anyone. Perhaps a neighbor? Just someone at the wrong door?

"Stay here y'all. I'll be right back." She hurries to the door, not wanting their food to get cold. Looking through the peephole, her neighbor, Mrs. Almos. Sweet, kind woman. Her husband died last year, so she's been a bit lonely. Rose likes her doll collection so sometimes they have tea parties.

The mother looks back at her children once again before opening the door. "Hi! What can I help you with?"

Mrs. Almos looks so happy, giving her the biggest smile she could. "Oh, I just wanted to surprise you my dear, I've got a great present for you!"

What? What sort of present? What's happening? "Uh..present?" The man steps into view. He was wearing the same thing from earlier, leather jacket, boots, dark jeans. In his arms, flowers and a motorcycle helmet. A disgusting grin on his face.

"Thank you for helping me, Mrs. Almos. I can take it from here." He steps closer to the woman, shock written on her face. The older woman thinks the shock is happiness, the lie he's told to get the door open?

He's the ex-boyfriend who just wants another chance. The father who wants to be in his children's lives again. He knew she wouldn't open the door for him, so her really needed help. Mrs. Almos is a sucker for romance. "And I'm sure you do handsome." She shoots the terrified woman a wink and goes back into her apartment.

"Well, aren't you gonna let me in?" Faster than her, he sticks his foot in the door so she couldn't close it. "No, no, baby, you're not leaving me out." He pushes in her into the apartment.

"Hey, it's the police officer!" Roman gets up from the table, running over. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing, sweetheart, he's just leaving." She tried to push Joe by his arm but he shrugs her off.

"Actually, I'm here to have dinner with you! Isn't that nice!" Joe takes him by the hands, giving her a look of warning. They walk to the table and have a seat. Joe gives the little girl a smile. "Tell me, what's your names?"

"My name is Roman, and this is Rose! What's your name?"

"Joe Velasco."

"Are you mommy's friend? Rose asked. He looked back at the mother who was still standing at the door, visibly panicked. A knowing smirk spreads across his face.

"Mommy and I have something to tell you two. Why don't you come and sit down with us Mommy?" He brings an arm down to his jacket, pushing it back bit to show the hidden revolver. "Don't keep us waiting."

Eyes widened, she walks over to the table having a seat next to Rose. Food long forgotten and cold. "Please." She begs. "Please don't."

The children are confused and concerned with their mother's odd behavior. "Mommy, there's nothing wrong right?" Joe puts his arm around the boy next to him. "Right Mommy?"

The children both give her a soft smile when she sighs out a yes. She tells herself to be calm, that it'll be over soon. Hopefully. "I'm hungry." Roman speaks. She takes a deep breath and starts to serve her children the food while they ask him questions, trying to get to know this stranger.

Her hands are shaking and only Joe seems to notice. How did he find them? Surely used something at the police station to find their address. She needs to get them out, her babies. They can't be around this animal. He can't be in their lives.

"What about Joe? Isn't he going to eat too?" Rose asked as her mother stared at the man.

"Of course I'm going to eat princess. Mommy, why don't you make me a plate?" The way he says it, she knows it's not a suggestion, a demand that has consequences if not done. She gets up and grabs another plate from the cabinet. The twins are speaking to each other, she can't hear a thing, the sound being drowned up by her mind. She needs to get him out of her now. There's a knife block in the corner of the counter. She can grab one, and force him out right?

No.

As if he knew what she was thinking, he comes up behind her, pressing his crotch into her, wrapping his arms around her chest. Her grip on the plate tightens, you'd think it'd shatter. "What's taking so long Mommy?"

"Mommy come on, I'm starving!" Roman yells. Joe grips her arm, leading her back to the table. She tells herself to stay calm, her babies need her. Joe stands behind her as she fills up his plate and set it in front of his seat. "Thank you, sweetheart."

They begin to eat, Joe asking the children questions about themselves, school, hobbies, friends. The children are so happy to answer him, a new friend and he's a police officer! How exciting! They don't know what he really is. A perverted animal who enjoys using his sister as a toy. Who likes to hurt her. Who likes to degrade her until she's nothing but a husk.

"So how do you know Mommy?" The question makes her want to die right then and there. She can't pray to God to help, she knows he's not listening. She looks down at her plate. Food intact, no appetite.

"Well, I'm glad you asked Princess." She tosses her head up at Joe, silently begging with him to not say anything, don't tell the children who is to them, who he is to her. He's smiling at her like a cheshire cat, knowing what she wants and doesn't care. He's going to be in his kids' lives, in HER life no matter what.

"I know it's going to be hard to hear this, but Mommy and I both want you to know this, right Mommy?" Everyone turns to look at her. She looks into her daughter's eyes and wills the tears to go back down. Shakily she puts out a "Yes."

"See, a long time ago, Mommy and I.... we were best friends. So close. We would play together, eat together, go to school together. It was perfect." Joe turns to stare at his sister. "One day, I just looked at her and saw how beautiful she was. And I knew from then, she and I were gonna be together forever."

"But we never heard of you till today!" Rose said." Joe smiles at her. "I'm getting to the best part Babygirl, listen."

He continues. "I asked her out to dinner and a movie one night. She was so excited, some romance thing, I can't remember it. I wasn't even watching it to be honest. I just remember how she was talking about her favorite parts, and she was telling me how she hopes her future husband did all that sweet romantic shit for her. So, I asked her, right then and there, if she would be my wife, and you know what she said?"

"No?" Roman asked?

"She said yes," Joe corrected. "She said yes right there in my car. Even though we were so young we loved each other so much."

"But mommy isn't married? What happened?"

"Well, it was a normal day, we took the bus to school together, but at the end of the day, she didn't come to the bus stop, where we would usually meet. I looked for her all over the school, even waited to see if she was running late, went home, couldn't find her. I asked all her friends, but no one seen her..."

The twins look at her. Her daughter "You ran away?"

"She ran away. From me." Joe speaks as if he's heart was still broken. "I don't know why you left me behind, I would've followed you to the end of the world."

Rose lets out an "Aww." Little does she know, that was the full story. There was nothing romantic about it. There was no love, no wonders, no sweetness. They were young, innocent, at least she was. She wasn't the one who was obsessed over her own sibling. He was. Every day he was touching, groping her. She'd beg him to stop, beg him to leave her alone. He would always say, "It's okay, you're my sister. It's my job as your big brother to take care of you." Their father left, their mother drowning herself in alcohol, too busy getting drunk and too worried about bills to see the ongoing abuse. At some point Joe would even crawl out of bed into hers, forcing himself into her with a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries. For years this went on, until she was 17, and found out she was pregnant. Of course it was his, the only person who's even seen her naked. The only one to even knows what's it like to kiss her. She was terrified, couldn't even tell her mother that she was pregnant, knowing she would be thrown out, called a whore, slut, skank. Be blamed the pregnancy, and her mother couldn't feed all of them. So, she did what she thought was best; run.

She didn't have money for an abortion, and to be honest, she was scared to even go through it. She took all her savings, and some from her mother's wallet and bought a ticket to the one place she thought she would be able to hide. Once she got there, she found a women's shelter, they helped her get her G.E.D, she got a nice job and had her babies. She was so surprised to see two beautiful little things, promising to love them and care for them for the rest of her life. She was happy, so were her kids, she was safe.

Until he showed up in the park. And now he's here in her home, lying to her children about how they, met, fell in love, how she left him. She wishes she could tell her babies how he's the reason why she left them how he is, her brother. There was nothing she could do. Knowing him, he'd shoot her in the leg as a punishment. Let her cry and bleed out before helping her. He continues.

"I never stopped hoping I'd find you one day, baby. I just can't believe you had to raise these two by yourself. I would've helped you, taken care of you." She looks at her kids, an idea.

"Okay that's enough for today. You two go to your rooms and go to bed, okay? I'll come-"

"No." He gives her a look that says, stop. "I'm not finished. They need to hear it from me."

"Hear what?" From Roman.

"What does he mean Mommy?" From Rose.

"Actually, that's a great idea Rosie. Why don't you tell them Mommy? Tell them who I am."

She shakes her head. "No."

The next noise from him is a 'click'. She knows it's his gun, and he's ready to empty a clip into her. "Tell them. Now."

She swallows. Her throat feels completely dry. If she tells them, they'll want him to stay, he wants to stay. They'll beg her for a father they've always wanted and there's nothing she could do about it; her life is over. Unless she plays along and can sneak them out tonight. Yeah that's-

"We're waiting." A pause.

"He's......he's your father." She watches as both their faces light up. Finally! Rose can go to the father daughter dance, and now Roman has someone to teach him how to play baseball. The twins launch into questions, asking him why he was gone for so long, is he going to live with them, are mommy and him going to get married.

"Do we have to call you dad?" Roman asks.

"Of course, dummy he's our dad!"

Joe laughs. "You can call me dad buddy it's alright." He pets Roman's hair.

She's had enough. "Alright, go brush your teeth and head to bed it's late y'all." They start to whine beg their mother to stay up late, just five more minutes, it's unfair. "I said go to bed. Please just listen." She damn near begs.

"Listen to your mother kids. I promise, we'll talk more in the morning, okay?" They head to their room with goodnights to their parents, disappointed they couldn't stay up and talk to their newly discovered father.

The mother begins to clean up, taking the used dishes to the sink, putting away the leftovers. The father watches, both waiting for the children to be sound asleep before their night begins. Both trying to figure out what the others' next move will be.

The next thirty minutes is pure silence, and only until she hears the noise machine they begged her for, she speaks. "Get out."

He chuckles. "Don't start with me. You know I'm not going nowhere."

"You aren't their father and you never will be."

"Yeah? How you gon' stop me? Huh? Go to the police? SVU? They’ll never believe you. So why don’t you just be a good girl, like you used to be hm?” She doesn’t move.

“Get out of my house.” He stands up from the table, storming over to her in three steps. He grabs her head and bangs it into the counter top. She groans out, almost falling to the floor but he catches her.

“This is how you wanna do it? Fine by me.” He picks her up and she’s dizzy. Her head is pounding and the world is spinning. He brings her to her bedroom and tosses her onto the bed. “See I was going to be so nice” He’s taking off his shoes, undoing his belt. “Was going to work my way to you baby, show you I’m a real man, a man you need, the man you deserve.”

She knows what’s coming, trying to stand up. She doesn’t even notice how his fist is clenched and how he’s brought it back. Only feels the fist collide with her head. She cries out, hoping someone will hear the assault. “I will never forgive you for taking my kids away from me. For leaving me. Do you know how hard it was to live without you?” He loops his belt around her wrists tightly. When she whines he digs into her dresser, looking for something to gag her with. He finds panties, bringing them to stuff her mouth. “Don’t you understand? How much I love you? And those kids? Our kids?”

He starts to rip off her clothes, leaving her in just her panties. Ogling, groping her. Tears streaming down her face. “We’re gonna be happy again baby.” He smushes his lips against hers holding her head still as she tries to move it away from his demanding lips. When he’s finished he looks down at her body, she’s gained a bit of weight he knows it’s from the having twins. He feels all over her stomach, enjoying the softness, the warmth. Something in him is still angry, angry at her for making him miss out on all the hard work, all the firsts, the fun. He was supposed to be apart of it from the start to the birth. That’s what’s breaking his heart the most. How is he supposed to get back that time? He wishes he could turn back time and change everyt-

Wait.

Why is he smiling at her? She starts to struggling against him, she knows he’s thinking of something sick and twisted to do to her. He presses his weight into her, making her lie still. “Baby, I’ve got a great idea. You’re gonna make me a daddy again. Properly.” She starts to cry even harder. “Oh, you’re gonna make me so happy.”

She pushes the panties out her mouth. “Joe please! Please fucking god don’t!” She loudly whispers. “You can be in their lives, we can co-parent, I’m begging you please don’t do this.” Her begging doesn’t seem to help, doesn’t even seem like he’s listening to what she’s saying.

“We’ll try again baby,” his dark eyes never leaving her frightened ones. “I’ll be here through the pregnancy, through all the firsts. And I’ll step up, take care of the twins how they need.” He’s swearing to this, promising her, god, and himself. He reaches down, pulling on his zipper.

“We’re gonna be a proper family,” He pushes his pants and briefs down to his thighs, needing to be inside her as soon as possible. “Maybe we’ll get another set of twins huh? That’ll keep you nice and busy, never leaving me again.” He lines himself up to her pussy, he’s too hard, too big. She knows this is gonna hurt so she braces herself. He stuffs the panties back in her mouth. “Don’t wanna wake the kids right mama?”

He pushes in slowly, almost as if he wants to make sure she can adjust to it. It burns, no prep, no love. Just pain and the discomfort of feeling full. “Look at you, taking me so well, see how we are perfect for each other?” She mumbles around the panties, muffled “No, stop.” She’s so tight, barely wet and it doesn’t phase him at all. He doesn’t care about her feelings, it’s her own fault really. If she didn’t leave him, take his children away from him, he’d be kind. He’d love her the way he did all those years ago.

“My wife, you sweet thing.” He fills her up completely. He starts to thrust in and out of her, rough and deep. He’s groaning right in her ear, his body crushing hers. “I love you baby, and I’m gonna spend the rest of my life showing you how much I do.” The poor woman can’t do anything but take the assault, over and over, begging whoever is listening to stop, to do something to help. She looks so pretty like this, muffled tears, tied up, spread open on him. He almost wants to let her go, just so he can feel her fighting against him. Another idea pops into his list filled mind. He pulls his phone out of his back pocket and opens the camera. “This is for me okay baby? Just for when I’m missing you at work.” He frames her entire body with her face, and takes the picture. “Perfect.” He tosses the phone to to side and puts a hand on her neck, speeding up his thrusts.

“Fuck, get ready for me baby, I’m gonna make you mine all over again.” He groans. He doesn’t want her to cum, this will be her punishment. She’s muffling against the panties, something in him wants to hear what she saying. He pulls it out and she takes a gulp of air before speaking. “Joe please! I’ll be good I swear, you can be in the twins lives, I promise I won’t fight. They’ll love y-“ In that moment he dumps his load into her with a groan and a twisted smile. Not a care in the world. “Yeah, and so will this one,” he laughs, patting her soon to be round stomach. She swallows down her terror, knowing she has to follow her brother's demands in order to keep herself and her kids safe. Ever since she was born, she was always meant to be tied to Joe through blood. Not only their own but the children they shared.

He leans over and gives her a kiss, it’s sweet, she almost felt…..loved.

A/N- Hope yall enjoyed! Thanks to @noellawrites for all the help!

[noellawrites]

so honored to have helped with this! i love it so much! ❤️❤️

[ravennaortiz]

hi love! i’ve been recently getting back into mayans and i have SUCHH a crush on bottles now 😭😭😭 could i do a mix of wine/coffee for bottles and how he would baby trap the reader? i’m seriously fixated on him like he is SUCH a cutie but i can soooo see him having some dark tendencies! thank you :))

Please enjoy! Always 18+

Okay so I think that Bottles would have spent time working on the perfect method to babytrap

He got obsessed after the girl he lost his virginity to tried to trap him......only to find out after a few years of child support the baby wasn't his.

I see him starting off with sex workers and once comfortable with his method he moves on to women he sees as deserving punishment such as cheaters, club girls etc.

Don't get me wrong he loves women and appreciates them but he wants someone to feel how he felt, being tied to someone they don't want to be.

His chosen method is telling women he has had a vasectomy.

This works well, because he can gas light them into believing they cheated which gives him an added thrill. Or they don't suspect him to be the dad cause they've been cheating or as a club girl.have slept with so many of the other guys its hard to tell whose it is.

But if the telling them he has had a vasectomy doesnt work. He's gotten really good at stealthing. And again he's really good at gaslighting and know one would believe poor sweet Bottles would cross boundaries.

[noellawrites]

Hi, I was wondering if you could write anything for Juice from SOA, if you feel up for it tho! It can be anything, I just love your work!

i would LOOOOOVE to write something dark for juice but i don’t have any ideas! if you do, ill try to get it out asap :)

[plutoniumwritten]

Daddy's Girl

Terry Bruno x Daughter!Reader

WARNINGS- Incest, father/daughter incest, kissing, smut, loss of virginity, domestic abuse, manipulation, emotional abuse, f-oral, swearing

NOT FOR MINORS- Everyone else enjoy!

He's annoyed. Finn had set him up on up blind date, he didn't even want to go. Just said yes so Finn could get off his back about dating. Total bust, the chick didn't even show up. Waste of time, he could've been home, watching the game with the diner special from Gino's Pizza.

It's almost eleven when he gets back home. It's quiet, too quiet for him. "Princess?" He hopes she hasn't gone out, he only got to see her once today and that was early this morning, while she was still asleep in her pink canopy bed. He had given her a quick kiss and went on his way.

He lets out a sigh of relief when he hears her padding down the steps. "Hi babydoll, I missed you all day." He gives her a full smile, she instantly making his shitty day so much better. He opens his arms, and she giggles, running into them. His sweet precious doll, smelling like the vanilla lotion she begged him to buy last week. A kiss on the top of her head.

She separates from him, "How was it? Was she pretty? What did you talk about? Did you take her home?" His Babygirl firing off all the questions she can think of.

"Princess, you gotta slow down for me, breathe." He laughs at her, she pulling him to the couch to answer. They sit, she cross legged, he's man spreading. "Daddy, tell me everythinggg." She whines.

Terry had called her that afternoon, just giving her a heads up on the blind date. She was so excited, he had to move the phone away from his ear from her squealing. She demanded him to go, to be kind to the mystery woman, and actually give her a chance. He tried his best to get out of it, but whatever his girl wants, she gets.

Spoiled thing.

He took a moment to look at her. She's so beautiful, her skin glowing, a gentle smile. She's absolutely perfect, a goddess in human form. He knows he can't just sit there and stare at her or she'll start up the whining. "She didn't show up Princess."

The princess's smile drops. "She stood you up? Why would she do that? How long were you waiting for? How could she, that's so mean!" He can't help but smile at how concerned she is for him. Such a sweet little girl.

"Don't worry about it baby, come here, come talk to me." He pats his leg. "Come, tell me about your day." As she crawls over to him, he takes in her outfit. A pink crop top, matching pink shorts. He's thankful she's decided to wear them inside. She sits on his right leg, his arm on her back, keeping her balanced.

"My day was okay, I went to work. Oh! I got good tips today, twenty-two dollars." His free hand roaming up and down on her smooth legs. He's listening, giving her all his attention. "Mhmm. That's really good baby, what else?"

She continues. "I went to that new boutique I showed you downtown, you remember? The one that had that pretty dress with the cherries on it?" He nods. "I got this totally cute shirt for my date on Saturday! Do you wanna see it?"

His entire body freezes. "What did you say?" No, she said something else, not that. She didn't say that. Ugh, she hates when she has to repeat herself. "I said I got a new shirt for my date on Saturday. You gotta open your ears, Daddy."

What date? With whom? What boy would be stupid enough to come and try to take his daughter from him? His baby, his entire world? No, no. He'd shoot anyone who even looked at her. He's in his head trying to keep calm, keep his head about this.

"You're not going on a date."

She's confused. "Daddy?" What is he talking about? Why is he looking at her so upset? "Why?"

"You're not going out, not with some little boy I don't know, understood?" The look on her face hurts him more than she knows. A pained pout, he can see the confusion and hurt in her eyes.

"But he's coming here to pick me up and he's so nice, I wanted you guys to meet and-"

"What part of no don't you understand?" He cuts her off, his voice filled anger. A voice telling him he shouldn't yell at her, he ignores it. She stands up off him, crossing her arms. Her daddy doesn't yell at her. "You giving yourself up for anyone who gives you attention huh? Just whoring yourself out?"

Why is Daddy talking to her like this? He tells her she is a big girl and, now she wants to do big girl things he's mad at it? "Daddy stop it, you're being mean!"

"Good! Someone should be! You're a fucking slut, you know that? Which one of your whore friends set this up hm? The one who told you to get that stupid shit?" He points to the heart shaped belly ring. "I knew you were a slut when came back with that."

"Daddy, I just was gonna go to the movies, I swear! Pizza and the movies we plann-" Cut off once again.

"Yeah fucking right, you don't even know him! You'll just open your legs for anyone, letting them just use you like a cheap fuck. I wouldn't be surprised if you came home knocked up with some bums baby, since you dress like a fucking whore!"

She runs to her room, tears blurring her vision. Her daddy never spoke to her like this, he's always so nice to her, he's hurting her feelings. He can't help it, she's just so precious and he's a jealous man. He snaps out of his rage once he hears her bedroom door slam shut. He lets out a groan, running his hands over his face.

He didn't mean any of it. Not one bit. He just can't believe she's trying to leave him. He doesn't know what he'll do without her. Doesn't even like her going to work or hanging out with those skanks she calls "friends".

He hates her friends. They're the ones who poisoned her mind with the whole "dating" thing he knows it. They took her out for her birthday two months ago, they had gone shopping the day before, he thinking she'd come home with some new jeans. When she came downstairs that night, she was wearing a short dress, backless. It tight around her body with a deep v cut. Paired with black calf boots? She was so fucking sexy he couldn't believe his eyes.

His little girl all grown up, looking like a real woman. A fine, delicious little thing, acting all innocent like. "Bye Daddy! Don't wait up!" She had given him a big hug, something poking her in the stomach. She ignored it, thinking it was the tv remote. She gave him a smooch on the cheek, leaving behind a lipstick mark.

He was so shocked, couldn't get a word out before she left. Fuck she looked so good, he wished he had made her stay home so he could eat her out right there in the foyer. He had spent that night in his room, jerking off to every single picture he could find on her Instagram.

He took his time going up the stairs, wanting to calm down and get his thoughts together before he went and apologized. He took a deep breath and knocked twice. "Princess? Can I come in, I just wanna talk." No response but a muffled whimper. He twists the knob and enters. Her room would be just as you'd thing for a princess; baby pink wall, white vanity with a hello kitty mirror her daddy surprised her with last year, a white canopy bed with pink hearted bedset. In the middle of the bed with her head buried in a pillow, the princess herself. Tucked into her arm, her favorite teddy bear, Terry, her mother had given her it a few years before she left them.

His heart twisted at the sight. She's crying just because of him. He takes a seat on the bed, a big sigh. "Go away daddy, I don't wanna talk to you anymore." She muffles out. He runs a hand through his hair and chuckles to himself. She's cute, even when she's mad at him.

"Princess. I'm sorry I yelled at you, okay? I didn't mean anything I said." He puts a hand on her back, rubbing soothingly. "I promise babygirl, I won't yell at you ever again, can you ever forgive me?" She shakes her head no. Easy fix for Terry. "How about I say sorry, and I buy you something nice?" That gets her attention, spoiled thing.

She sits up, sniffling. Her eyes are puffy, and there's tear streaks on her cheeks. "Yes please." He smirks at his silly girl. After wiping her cheeks, he takes one of her soft hands and gives a kiss, "Do you forgive me baby?" She nods her head yes. "How about a smile hm?" She gives him a gentle one.

"Daddy? Why did you yell at me? I didn't do anything wrong." Even though she's forgiven him, she still wants an explanation for his horrid behavior.

"Daddy was just, scared baby. I find and put away bad guys every day and I see such horrible things, I just don't want my baby hurt, you understand?"

"But he was so nice? I don't think he wanted to hurt me."

"Trust me sweetheart, I know men, and you're such a sweet thing, he just wanted one thing from you."

She tilts her head. "What is it?"

An innocent, sweet little girl. "He wanted to fuck you baby, get in your panties, use you and throw you away. That's what all men want."

Her heart breaks. "He didn't like me? Just wanted sex?" Her lip wobbles, he knows the tears are on their way, he's gotta fix it now.

"I'm sorry to tell you baby, but yes. But it's good that I caught it before it happened right? Daddy's here, come here."

She crawls back onto her father's lap, just as she were downstairs. Maybe he's right, that's what happened at the mall last month, some man saying such gross degrading things to her, her daddy was so pissed, threatening to arrest the man and stuff him in a cell with a gang banger.

He's rubbing her back, so grateful to have her in his life. His only reason to keep going, his favorite girl in the world. His-

"Daddy, if all the men are the same, what about you?" Oh wow. He wasn't expecting that. She's not as dumb as she seems huh?

"I'm your father baby, I want what's best for you. I am the only man you need okay, no one else." He pulls her back by her neck. "Understand me?"

"Yes daddy." He gives her a kiss on the cheek and she giggles, he turning to the other side, planting one there. Another giggle, he smiles at her.

"Can I get a kiss?" She nods and kisses him twice on both cheeks. "More princess, I had a rough day and just need my special girl. He lays back on her cozy blankets and she straddles him, planting kisses all over his face.

Normal behavior for a father and daughter of course.

He pushes her head to his neck, "Here too baby, I need it." She's not sure if it's okay to kiss him there, but if daddy says it's okay then it should be right?

She kisses him on his neck softly, he's letting out groans, fuck it feels so fucking good. He puts his hands on her waist pinning her to the hardon in his jeans. This is the life he wants, a pretty baby on his lap, given him all her attention he wants, a nice soft quiet life, no one else.

He's so caught up in her, he wants n needs more of her. "Daddy want a kiss babydoll. Please?" She laughs and tells him she's been giving him kisses already. "No, baby on the lips. Yeah?"

She pauses. He's her father. They can't do that right? "That's only what boyfriends and girlfriends do. Not my dad."

Huh. He thought he could've gotten away with it. No matter. "No, that's not true. You remember I work with the law I know what's right and wrong. A kiss won't hurt baby, right?"

Maybe he's right. He is smart, and a detective for the NYPD he knows what he's saying. "Okay, just one okay?"

He's got her now. "Just one." She leans down, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. She goes to move back but he hold her by the back of her head, keeping her lips on his, deepening and getting messy.

She's overwhelmed, he said one! Why is he doing this, she starts to whine against his mouth, it only spurs him on more. He pulls her head back by her hair, licking up and down her neck. This is too much, too new for her. He doesn't care; he needs her now.

"Daddy.." She cries out. "Stop it!" She hits him on the chest, while it doesn't hurt, it pulls him out of his lust, reminding him that he needs to take time with her, she's still his innocent little girl. "I'm sorry dollbaby, you're just so pretty, I wanted a taste."

"You said one kiss, not neck kisses." She wipes at her neck, annoyed by her father's antics. If he's gonna do this, he needs to make a move tonight.

"I have a question for you baby." He turns her head to his, looking for her attention. "A serious one, so tell me the truth."

"Yes daddy."

"Has anyone touched you down there? In your special place?" Her eyes go wide. Does he think someone did? After all these years of telling her to wait for the right man, did he think she didn't listen?

"No never. Never ever, I'm a good girl daddy." She needs him to know that. Her father's approval means so much to her.

Always has been.

He smiles hard at her answer. A virgin, perfect. No disgusting boy has touched what was rightfully his. He wants to be the one to deflower her, get her pregnant so she could never leave. "Yes, you're such a good girl for me baby." He growls at her, pinching her cheeks.

"You ever think about sex princess?"

"Sometimes." She's blushing now.

"Well, what do you think about it? Tell me."

"I just...wonder sometimes what it's like. Gabby said it feels really nice. To connect with someone like that."

"You ever wanted to do it?"

"Yeah, but I don't know, I want it to be special and be taken care of. You know what I mean Daddy?"

"You know, if you want it to be special you have to find someone special to do it with."

"I don't know anyone special though."

"You don't think I'm special baby? I think you're such a special, pretty little girl."

"I think...you are Daddy. Special, I mean."

Now he's got her. Time to convince her. "You and me, we could do it, I can make it feel so good for you babygirl. Any other man would just use your body and not care if you're enjoying it, you know that right?"

"But Shay says I have to find a boyfriend to do it with."

These fucking friends of hers. "I could be your boyfriend Princess."

Huh? "Isn't that bad? Cause we're related?"

Fuck, fuck,fuck. "Nope, remember Daddy's a detective. I know that law and if we don't tell anyone, then I can be your boyfriend. Think about it. I already take care of you; spoil you cook for you. I'm basically your boyfriend now!"

Well that's true. Very true. "And we give kisses."

There we go. "Yeah see you get it. What do you say baby?"

She takes a moment to think. "Okay, I won't tell anyone."

"You promise? Not even your friends can know sugar."

Oh, okay. She wonders why she can't tell her best friends about her new boyfriend. "I promise daddy." She leans in when he taps his lips once. They share a kiss sealing the deal. "Are we gonna have sex now, since you're my boyfriend?"

Fuck, he knew it she's easy. No matter, at least he's gonna get some tight wet pussy. "Yeah, yeah. But we gotta get you ready first. Take off your clothes okay?" She hesitates. It'll be the first time in a long time she's naked in front of her father.

At least that's what she thinks. He's installed a tiny camera in the shower so he could watch.

"Do you want me to take off mine? Would that be better?" She nods and he start to take off his clothes, starting with his shirt. She's struggling to not look, but she can't help it, he has such a nice body, a little beer belly, but still in shape. Next are his jeans, he's excited so he takes off along with his boxers. He sits back down on her bed and nods to her, silently telling her she's up.

Her hands are shaking as she goes for her crop top, her breasts on full display in front of her father. Next her shorts, she wasn't wearing any panties. His eyes lit up at the sight of her pussy. "Alright baby, let's get you back down, so I can get you nice and ready for me."

She tilts her head as if to ask 'How?'. "I'm gonna taste this pretty pussy angel, then I'm gonna fuck you so good." He pushes her back onto the pillows and starts to kiss her body down to her pussy.

She's quiet, her heart is racing, feeling like she can't breathe. "It's okay baby."

"I'm scared." She hasn't ever been in a position like this. Naked in a bed, in front of a man, all her goods on display. A man, with a hairy chest, happy trail. He has a mole on the right side of the v-line. She thinks back to the quote she had read online: A mole is where you were kissed in the last life.

She wonders who kissed her father.

"You're so beautiful, just so...perfect." He says kissing her thighs. They're covered in goosebumps, he knows she's scared and takes a mental promise to be kind to her for as long as he can. He leans into her and takes a deep breath of her scent. "Smells so good, so good." He dives into her tongue first, licking and slurping on her pussy. She's whining and moaning, never had felt this in her whole life. It's to much for the poor girl, she can't get a word out.

She takes a hold of her father's hair, and he pins her to the bed to keep her from moving around. He wants to eat her whole, get his fill before taking her soul as his. She tastes so sweet, so good, so innocent. Untouched and pure, just what he liked.

He nudges her clit with his nose, driving her crazy. How can this feel so amazing? Her dad- no her boyfriend taking her apart, just with his tongue god it's-

Something's pushing into her tight hole. She stiffens, the intrusion stinging. "Stay with me baby, I got you." He's pushing his finger in, her pussy so warm, greedily pulling in the whole finger, basically asking for more. He complies with his girlfriend's body, and gives her another finger, scissoring their way in.

In and out, over and over again, searching for the spot that'll make her see stars. Oh he finds it, making her moan out "Daddy, Daddy," over and over chanting the name, higher and higher she goes, he's having too much fun, not caring whether she can take it, only wanting to see her cum.

She finally crashes, vision blurring, making the noise around her muffled. His fingers being squeezed by her pussy, sucking them in. He's in awe watching ehr face, all hot and sweaty, he made her cum for the first time. Harder than he ever were, he pulls his fingers out of her, she whines at the loss, wanting to keep them in.

"Where's your manners baby?" He sits up, in the middle of her legs, his cock prodding at her entrance. Leaning over her, he gives her a sweet kiss, then shoves the two fingers in her mouth. "Say thank you Daddy."

"Thank you, Daddy." She tries.

He smirks at her, nothing but sinister, lustful, selfish thoughts swirling in his mind. If only she knew the sick twisted things he wanted to do to her. He'll have to do it another time. Can't overwhelm her now.

"I'll be honest with you baby, this is gonna hurt for a little bit, but I promise it'll feel better as we keep going, okay?" Fear takes form on her face. "Don't quit on me now, not when I'm so hard."

"I don't want it to hurt though."

"But I'll hurt even more than you. Blue balls, that's a mean thing to do to me. Especially when it's your fault I'm hard. Don't do that to me."

Guilt starts to fill up her chest. She doesn't want him to be in pain, but she also doesn't wanna get hurt. But daddy said he'll hurt more and it's her fault, so she guesses she HAS to go through with it.

"O-okay Daddy, you can put it in....just be gentle please." He gives her the biggest smile.

"Of course, baby." His good girl.

He lines himself to her, not caring about protection. He's her boyfriend, her father. He knows what's best. "Daddy? Can you hold my hand?"

Aww. "Sure princess." He takes one hand to hers and pushes himself in her pussy. She stretches, being fuller than she was before. He's so thick, so long she feels like it's never gonna end. The pain is so real. so raw, it feels like someone is ripping her apart.

"Almost there baby, almost got it all the way in." The free hand is circling on her clit, trying to being some type of pleasure to her. Once he bottoms out, loving the warmth and wet cunt around him.

"You okay babe?" He still wants his girlfriend to have a good experience, losing her virginity. "Say something for me angel."

" 'M so full, it hurts."

"Don't worry I'll make it feel much better." He pulls out a bit, pushing back in. Out, in, out, in. He builds up a pace once again, the slight curve of his cock hitting her spot so perfectly, over and over. She cries out, wanting this to be over already. He said it would feel nice, but all she felt was pain!

She looks down to see where they are connected, the most intimate way. His cock, spearing her tight pussy, covered in red. Her blood, she starts to panic. "Wait stop, stop, I'm bleeding!"

He looks down at them, back to her and gives her the biggest smile she's ever seen. "I know baby, I know, it feels so good, 'o good fa me." He drools out.

She starts to move, trying to squirm her way away from him, haven't enjoy the sex at all. "No more, I don't like this. Let me go!" He stares her down, using all his strength to keep her in place. He takes his back hand to her face, the very first time he's ever hit her.

"You're not gonna ruin this shit for me you hear me? I've been waiting for this pussy for a long time and I'm gonna get mine." He takes her by the shoulders, shaking her. "Don't fucking try me." He continues, a brutal pace.

Of course she's terrified, so she starts to cry. Poor thing doesn't know what to do with herself. Should she try to fight again? Won't that just make him angry again? She doesn't want to get hit.

He doesn't care anymore, she can cum or not, who gives a fuck when this pussy is milking him for all he's worth. He's speeding up, strokes becoming sloppy, messy. "I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh shit, fuck. Get ready baby, get ready, oh my fucking god."

She feels his seed spilling inside of her, warm and sticky. She doesn't know if she should be enjoying it, Terry said her first time would be special. This wasn't special. She only felt good when he was licking her, but not when he was in her. It felt like she was getting used, just like he said the other men would do.

"Say thank you daddy, say it baby, say it 'fa me." The grip on her tightens, a silent threat to comply.

"Thank you, daddy. thank you." She whispers out, in fear. This man, he wasn't the man she's been with all her life. What happened to her father, the gentle, sweet man? Where did this side of him come from? Is this the boyfriend she's supposed the with?

Once he finally finishes cuming, he leans down to her neck, biting her hard. Why does he like hurting her? The waterfall starts up again, this time the sobs pulling on his heart strings.

"I'm sorry baby, I'm so sorry." He's realized what he's done to his precious angel. "Oh baby, daddy is so sorry. Fuck baby, I- I don't know what came over me." Terry looks down at her, her face still red from the hit, his cock still hard in her, blood dripping down staining her princess blankets. "Are you alright baby?"

What does she say? 'No daddy, I'm not, you hit me, and it hurt so much, and my special place is sore.' No, she's scared, she thinks if she says something wrong, he'll hurt her again. He takes one look at her face and his heart breaks. "No, no, baby, don't be scared. Please don't be scared of me, I love you. I'll never hurt you again, you know that right? I didn't mean it sweetheart." He plants kisses all over her face.

"Is it over? I don't wanna do this anymore daddy." She hopes he understands and takes pity on her semi broken state. No, no, he needs more of her. Needs to fill her up again, needs to get her pregnant. Have his child, stay nice and round, so she can never leave him. Stop going out with her disgusting friends, pay attention to only him. A baby will keep her nice and busy.

"Well, dollface, I just...really need, need to go again with you babe. Can you help me? Please?"

"Daddy, I'm sore. I can't anymore."

"Oh princess," A kiss on the lips. "I know you can, you're my good girl remember?" Another one. "Don't you want me to feel good? I felt so good babygirl. Doncha wanna feel good?"

"I didn't feel good before daddy."

"Oh sweets, you have to fuck a couple of times to feel it. That's how women work." He chuckles.

"But i'm tired and i wanna take a bath, and i wan-"

"Just one more baby, just one more, and I swear I'll cook you your favorite, run you a nice bubble bath, and you can use my credit card, don't you want some new perfumes? Or something from the boutique?"

She does like the clothes in that store. And getting some food would be nice. One more time wouldn't hurt she guesses. "Plus, you'll make me feel so fucking good, you're so tight and I'm just addicted to you baby, just one more, okay?"

She takes a deep breath. "Okay daddy, one more time and that's it okay?"

He gives her a deep, messy, kiss. Her lips wet with his saliva. "Thank you, baby, thank you."

She calms down a bit, one more time. And maybe it'll feel good this time? "Be gentle daddy, 'm sore."

"Yes princess."

He's a manipulative bastard, she's naive and innocent. She doesn't know it yet, but he's planning on taking over her life, breeding her, isolating her, completely dependent on him. After all, she's daddy's girl.

A/N- Took me three days to write this lol. Thank you @noellawrites for the help!

[noellawrites]

i have NO words to describe how amazing this is, i’m literally speechless 😭😭 AMAZING!!!! how toxic and gross you portrayed terry while making reader so innocent, his underlying mission of knocking her up, his addiction to his baby girl. it’s all just perfect 😭🫶🫶❤️ you are incredible!!!! it was an honor to help out! :)

[noellawrites]

Could you tell us what fandoms/characters you're purging pls?

no specific fandoms or characters! I won’t be deleting any of my current posted works.

i am only discontinuing my writing of non-dark content.

if you have any questions lmk <3

[noellawrites]

Announcement

hey everyone! i just wanted to pop in and let you all know that I am going to transition to only making dark and yandere content. I will be deleting my non-dark requests and responding to them so the requesters know I will be removing them <3

I have over 70 requests in my inbox and I’m just not interested in writing the regular ones, I’m so sorry!

feel free to send any new dark or yandere requests in if I have responded to and will be deleting your request ❤️

thank you for understanding!

[noellawrites]

What about yandere carisi with a high-powered career gal. She's completely childfree and doesn't even want to be married. And guess what, can't baby trap her, she's got an iud and those last years. She's capable, and she even out earns him.

also not sure if this as meant as an ask but again feel free to send more if you want to flesh it out ! this situation would definitely lead to escalation on sonny’s end. if she’s the breadwinner and not super interested in kids or marriage, that’s a big rift between her and sonny. but sonny is going to make sure he gets what he wants, as always, so he has her IUD removed and strips her of her freedom, keeping her with him at all times so she can basically become his incubator.

[noellawrites]

How about an increasingly frustrated carisi trying to baby trap the reader with no success. He's poking holes in condoms, slipping her fertility meds. Nothing. Only to find out she has an iud. (It's not like she intentionally hid that she had one it just never really came up.)

LOOOOOVE this idea! not sure if it's meant as an ask or request but feel free to send something in if it is :)

I love how this implies that it's still early in the relationship and they haven't talked about kids or anything like that. It would totally fit dark!Sonny, him already planning this life for reader without even consulting her. Once he (probably) confronts you about it, he's going to put his plan into motion. The IUD is coming out immediately, and Sonny won't be letting you leave the bed until you're swollen, full of his cum and pregnant.