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mimina-art-and-adopts · 2 years ago

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Pairings: Alhaitham x f! reader

Synopsis: Your husband comes home stressed and takes it out by ravaging you in the kitchen

a/n: for that anon who requested haitham's version of the previous previous scara fic eons ago. im sorry this just came out sksksks. (i've been working on this for a month because school fucks me up so bad as an academic achiever)

tw: usage of safe word/action | rough sex | breeding kink | dirty talk | smut to fluff

A slam resounds through the living room, not even a usual greeting coming from a deep voice; that was your cue to turn off the stove and take off your apron.

You see a tall figure coming over to you and there he was, Alhaitham your husband is sporting a huge frown and wrinkles on his forehead. It's obvious that he's upset, and the only thing that gets him this upset is work.

"Not even an "I'm home" to your wife? I come here and cook you dinner after my own work too you know?" You say, raising an eyebrow with crossed arms. You think you looked intimidating but you were nothing but cute in Alhaitham's eyes. Seeing your face works wonders to take off the stress so he holds it, pressing kisses on your face which you scrunch. And lastly, he does what he always does: make out with you while gripping your ass inappropriately.

"I'm home. Where's our baby?" He asks while tracing the sides of your body, lightly nipping on your ear.

"Sleeping. Oh, and something came by the mail today." You pull away from him to get the envelope tucked under a vase. You hand it to your husband and he sees the familiar handwriting with a stamp that makes his eye twitch.

"Those idiots..." He murmurs under his breath and you widen your eyes. Lightly amused and turned on by how the words curl on his tongue.

"Who is it from?" You ask, tip-toeing to peek over him as he reads the contents of the letters.

But before you could even see a word, he rips the paper into two and you stand there frozen in shock. Watching as the pieces of paper fall like snow yet you start to think about how annoying it would be to clean. You're getting mad too.

"Haitham?! What the-" "It's nothing important" He cuts off and heads right for your lips, tilting your head upwards as he pushes down with his weight to initiate deeper. His smooth flesh slides against your own, tongue peeking into your cavern as he holds your head for support. You could feel the heat rise within, your center throbbing as you feel his big hands that touch you hastily.

One of them came to stop to hold your boob, lightly squeezing as Alhaitham gauges for your reactions. "Look at me" He said.

An annoying feeling rested in his chest when you didn't, so he picks you up weightlessly and sets you on the counter. Strong hands pin you by the knees and you swear you could almost feel them turning to jelly.

"N-not here...ah" You could only give in to your husband, letting him spread your legs then cup your pussy, a whimper that almost escaped if he didn't capture it with his lips. Alhaitham loved seeing you squirm just like now, that embarrassed face you keep as he hikes your shirt to reveal the waistband of your bottom. He tugs it down while kneading your spongy flesh. Your thighs shake and you feel throbbing moist on your folds, accompanied by that certain itch to be filled up.

"Why not here?" He asks. "We've done it plenty of times in the kitchen." He teases butterfly kisses, showering you with lewd affection as your shorts came off, revealing the white lacy panty you've hidden since it arrived.

He was wondering why you always seemed to rush to the front door when the doorbell rang. He'd ask and you would brush it off, saying it was just newly released makeup from your favorite brand.

And now he sees this...his eyes see red like when he consumed divine knowledge, zeroed in on the white lace barely covering what it's supposed to protect. Then he scans the overall view; swollen lips, fucked out eyes, half-naked wife spread out on the countertop just for him.

.....archons. He thinks he's gonna put another baby inside you tonight.

"Are you wearing a set?"

Your eyes widen, feeling like a mouse caught in a trap. "Yeah...? Why?"

Alhaitham clicks his tongue. His hands beside your figure completely trapped you, and he leans down intimidatingly like a predator cornering prey. Your heart beats too loudly and the throbbing of your pussy was not helping. You're incredibly excited and turned on by this display.

What's your husband gonna say? What's he gonna do?

"Take it off. Take everything off." his dominant voice renders you motionless but when you see the warning glint in his eye, you immediately start taking off whatever you had on. You've done this multiple times already, yet him watching you present yourself still makes you feel the same, the kind that makes you want to be treated like a whore.

Naked in all your glory, Alhaitham looks at your stomach and remembers how it used to be swollen; filled with his child, a symbol that you're already his. And he wants to see it again, it's about time don't you think?

"What a good girl" He praised because he didn't even need to tell you to turn around and arch your back. You were already showing him your hole, ass wiggling accompanied by your whines. "Haitham! Please! Please fuck me, I want you—hahhhh~" You breathe out the last word, ass ghosting over his rock-hard member. Even grinding yourself like this is enough to make you cum. It isn't there but you could vividly feel the sensation of his thick cock inside you. "Please mhmm? I've been missing you lately. You're always so busy and I-oh!!!" You're suddenly pressed against the counter, his cock digging between your ass as a groan made its way to his lips.

"Yeah, I'm busy. So fucking busy with all this shit being Grand Sage." He growls, hastily unbuckling his belt and dropping his pants to the floor. The sound alone made you clench in anticipation.

"Everyone encouraged me to stay in this position. Including you..." He says with a tone that makes your heart sink. Back then, he seemed to be the only one suitable for the job, to lead the institution. He's a better choice than letting someone incompetent lead. And so, with enough discussion and encouragement from you and his peers, he accepted the fate of being Grand Sage.

"It keeps me away from you. So I'm stressed and lonely" Alhaitham whispers against your skin, lips ghosting over just to make you tense. You arch your back in response, your husband humming at how reactive your body was. "And when you're stressed, I let you bounce on my cock right? I fuck you like the way you want." A strong hand suddenly strikes your ass, and a shout of pain sprung up your throat as you let your breathing even. Your sensations are haywire, tiny moans coming from you as Alhaitham's bulbous head prods at your entrance. "So you'll let me do the same right?"

He waits for your answer but none came.

"Right?" He's impatient, he's been fighting this boner since from the office, jacking off to a recent picture of you. The head then enters, only a tiny part of what it fully is. You dumbly nod in agreement that you almost feel dizzy. "Y-yes! I use your cock when I'm stressed. So please..." It was the last straw: your seductive eyes and slutty hole looking back at him.

"Use me—AH!" Your mouth is left in shock as he buries himself to the hilt, a moan reverberating from the depths of your husband's throat. You were so fucking tight it was suffocating his cock. He knows it had been a long time since you were intimate but shit...it feels exactly like when you both lost your virginity to each other. Alhaitham feels like a boy who just got his first pussy.

"You feel heavenly my love. I'll start moving now." He says while kissing the side of your head. His hand snaked all over your body, trapping your figure with his strong arms, making you feel helpless. Once you were lifted off the counter with a tight buckle of his limbs, you already knew where it was going.

"Tap consecutively if you want me to stop. Alright?"

"Alright"

His gaze was intense, making sure you understood what he said before covering your mouth with his large palm, effectively blocking out words. He pulls away along with his cock sliding out and you thrash in his arms, his teeth already gritting at how tight and wet you were. You feel the tip arrive at your entrance, the build-up of fear and anticipation making you shake like a lamb in his arms. He whispers sweet nothings like "I'll make you feel good", "this will hurt a bit", "it's okay" and all of those push you to the edge of the line, feeling like heaven is just one step away.

While you're agape and fucked out, he surprises you by pushing in one quick thrust, letting you take a moment to realize what happened before he started to plunge repeatedly. Alhaitham basked in your muffled moans and looked down at his cock going in and out with glistening juices. Its lewd sounds filled the kitchen, prompting him to take a faster pace to keep on producing it. You scream as you feel the girth stretch you harshly, pounding against your cunt as the balls slap against you.

"Mhm (y/n)" Alhaitham let out a groan of your name, biting the lobe of your ear in the making. He was so rough on nights like this, leaving you breathless and dizzy in a good kind of way. To feel your beloved working you open like he always does, to feel the wetness dripping down your thighs, and to hear his moans ringing in your ear. It all feels so. fucking. good.

You try your best to push against him too, helping him reach your deepest spot even though he doesn't need any. The cockhead somehow always finds your g-spot, hitting furiously once he identifies it and focuses on stimulation. His harsh pounding won't stop, bouncing you between his body and the counter, your vision rocking up and down at the roughness.

Your nails dig crescents at his arms while you lose your mind in taking dick.

"Fuck fuck, fuck! I'm giving you another little one."

Alhaitham wasn't that talkative in sex, he prefers to lose his mind to the feeling of your tight walls than initiate conversations. Unless...he feels absolutely good that there is a need to be vocal.

"You'd like that, won't you? You don't have to do anything but care for our baby—ah shit! I'm slipping inside you so easily."

He didn't need to tell you because you already know it. The sheer feeling of your hole working on his ceaseless thrusts and how it gives way to the large cock gliding inside you raw.

The overdrive of sensations was all too much.

"Mhmphh!" You cry as his arms wrapped around you got a little too tight for your liking. You suddenly felt lightheaded, chest restricting in a way that makes you panic.

All it took was hurried taps on the arms scarred with crescents. And Alhaitham wasted no second to let you go. He immediately turned you to face him and showed how worried he was, painstakingly obvious on his horrified face. You would've laughed at him if you weren't trying to catch your breath.

"Jeez, haitham. You really are stressed." You try to lighten up the mood but it seemed to worsen as he let out a deep sigh.

With the way you're about to slump on the floor, he suddenly lifted you up to place you on the counter. Alhaitham started to massage your thighs, a guilty expression etched on his face.

"I'm sorry are you hurt? You feeling okay?" Every word feels like vomit, he had no right to ask you that when you're obviously pained all because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants. Turquoise eyes meet yours in shame and Alhaitham couldn't fathom why you have a smile on your face.

"Hey" Your voice alone lifted some of the heaviness off.

"I'm alright now, but can you go get me a glass of water?" You asked and then watched as he slipped on his pants, a momentary frown appearing on your face as you watch him tuck his member back. He filled up the glass of water and came back to hand it to you, watching you remedy your parched throat. After emptying the glass, you wipe your lips with the back of your hand and set the glass beside you before giving Alhaitham the most comforting smile you could muster.

"Before we could continue that mind-blowing sex, I think you need to let out your stress properly other than blowing out my back." His ears cutely tinge red at your vulgar words.

You chuckle at the scene and place your arms around his shoulders. Alhaitham then takes one hand off and kisses the back of it while looking at you. The beautiful shade of green seemed to ask for forgiveness so you nod.

He plays with your fingers gingerly, massaging each one of your digits. "I'm sorry for almost crushing you to death. I should've been more careful with my strength, I'm really...really sorry (y/n)."

"Yeah, you're not so much of a feeble scholar anymore. " You say and silence ensues for a while before both of you break into laughter. "You feel good now? Tell me what happened-"

"love...I don't really wanna burden you and I'm sure you want to sleep-"

"Haitham"

Oh no. Your voice was stern and it was clearly a cue for your husband to shut the fuck up.

"Listen to me" You start. "I share my burdens with you, I tell you what annoys me at work and how hard raising a toddler is...yet you don't tell me anything except Kaveh's loans!, except minor issues at the Akademiya!" You sniffle, tears coming to your eyes. "Tell me what bothers you. Share your burdens with me, hmm?"

With your pleading face and watery eyes, how could he not say no? He sighed a long one before kissing your forehead, whispering his reply to your ear while intertwining your fingers together.

"Alright, I will. Stay here, you must be cold. I'll go get a robe for you." And with that, you watch his figure disappear into one of the rooms as you sigh and look at the food that's gone cold.

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mimina-art-and-adopts · 2 years ago

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Tease

You get caught up in a game of seduction with your new housemate Solomon. A game you never announced publicly. But the rules are clear. Whoever can make the other give in to their desires first is the winner. In more ways than one. Who will it be? The sexy sorcerer or you?

Pairing: Solomon x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 3k Warnings: 18+, smut, sexual teasing, mentions of mutual masturbation through the bedroom wall, mirror sex, nipple play, fingering, praise, dirty talk, slight over-stimulation. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

It's a game. A game of who can seduce the other one first. A game of who will give in first to their desires. It has been going on for weeks now. Ever since you moved into Cocytus Hall with Solomon. You can always feel his eyes on you, following you everywhere you go. And you do the same, unable to keep your gaze off the silver-haired sorcerer, who somehow has become even more attractive now that you are so close to him all the time.

Yes, it's part of the game when Solomon flirts with you openly. When he smiles that charming smile and calls you love and darling, and compliments you whenever he can.

Just like it's part of the game when you grin like the Cheshire Cat and call him your boyfriend in front of the demon brothers, with a teasing wink in Solomon's direction and a friendly pat on his thigh.

Solomon tells everyone during dinner that you are very special to him and that the two of you have a very deep relationship, making it sound as if you are fucking on every surface of your shared home. His words are accompanied by a soft touch of his fingertips on your hand that's resting next to your plate. Under the table, you have to press your thighs together as heat throbs in your core.

In turn, you pretend to stumble over the carpet in your living room the next day, landing conveniently in Solomon's lap, where he is man-spreading on the couch, looking so sexy that your panties are already sticky with wetness.

His reaction is a low, breathy whisper,

"Careful, darling. Don't hurt yourself. You're lucky I was sitting here to catch you."

You almost moan when you nuzzle your face into his neck and let your lips brush teasingly over his sensitive skin as you whisper thanks to him. However, your smile is victorious when you feel a tell-tale hardness press against you.

But he resists you, just like you resist him too. No winner is declared tonight. You go to sleep in separate rooms, listening to each other's soft moans carrying through the thin wall, as both of you have a hand between your legs, touching yourself to the thought of the other.

You start dressing in your tightest clothes and shortest dresses, making sure to give your sexy sorcerer something to fantasize about every day.

But you aren't the only one making this game move.

You chuckle softly when you realize that anytime Solomon enters your shared home, he immediately takes off his flowy coat. Revealing his tall, lean muscled figure to you in his tight-fitting black pants and the long-sleeved shirt that shows off his body. You can see every firm muscle. He looks good!

You know he is doing it on purpose. You know it by the way he cocks his head and smiles as if daring you. As if saying, 'Come here and put your hands on me, darling. Don't you want to touch me?'

Your fingers twitch with the almost irresistible urge to just lunge at him and grab those sexy muscles. But you refuse. Balling your fingers into fists and smiling back at him, angelic, sweet, innocent. You will not lose this game!

And so the game continues without any player ever mentioning that it is taking place.

You and Solomon are teasing each other and flirting 24/7, filling the room with so much sexual tension that it is almost touchable.

But never more than that.

Neither wants to lose, it seems. Both of you are ambitious players.

You turn your head to the side and laugh before you are too caught up in Solomon's blue eyes and seductive voice while he caresses your cheek under the guise of brushing away a breadcrumb.

And he gently but firmly pushes you off his lap and off his hard-on with a soft laugh and a good-natured,

"I suggest you get some rest, love, if you are so unsteady on your pretty feet that you trip and fall into my lap.

You know that he knows what you are doing. And he knows that you know too. Both of you seem to enjoy this game of slow seduction immensely. You definitely do. It's addictive to tease and flirt and see how far you can go until Solomon snaps. Until you win.

Ironically, when it finally happens, it isn't even part of your elaborate plan to get some sexy sorcerer dick. It is just you being a forgetful idiot.

You have just finished your long luxurious bath when you realize you forgot to bring fresh clothes.

You are too busy cursing under your breath about having to walk down the cold hallway stark-naked that you don't even see him until a graceful but firm hand closes around your arm.

"Enough is enough, you little tease. What do you think you're doing? You're the naughtiest apprentice I ever had."

Solomon's voice is low, talking slowly, pronouncing every word clearly. The tone of his voice is a seductive mix of stern and amused. His words and the firm grip on your arm leave no doubt. Tonight the two of you will cross that invisible line that you have been tiptoeing around.

Your breath hitches in your throat.

"S... Solomon."

You can feel his tall body pressing against your back now. Firm muscles and potent magic. It's arousing to have him this close. To stand here stark naked while he is fully clothed. A shudder washes over you, accompanied by a pulsing sensation between your legs. You can feel yourself getting wet just from this.

And it only gets more intense when you feel the luxurious fabric of his clothes brush over your skin. When you feel the firmness of his body and his warm breath on your neck as he leans down to murmur in your ear,

"I admit defeat. I can't keep my hands off you any longer. But just so you know, sweetheart. You aren't playing fair."

A light gasp escapes your mouth when the grip of his strong hands tightens on your arms, and he steers you back into the bathroom you just left.

Your heart is beating up to your throat, your mind is spinning, and your pussy is very, very wet. You feel light-headed, almost dizzy from excitement.

Solomon is so strong, so powerful, easily maneuvering you through the vast bathroom. He stops walking, and the firm grip on your upper arms loosens, replaced by his long fingers gently running down your arms. His thumbs graze the sides of your naked breasts, sending shock waves of pleasure through you.

You lift your head and blink. Your breath comes out shakily when you realize where you are. Your reflection is staring back at you from the full-length mirror, eyes heavily lidded, pupils blown wide, and lips parted almost dumbly. Your breasts are enticingly squished together from the way you press your arms to your sides, your nipples erect and so sensitive that even the brush of air makes you moan softly.

You look slutty. Aroused and naughty, standing here in front of the mirror, naked in the arms of the man you desire so badly.

Blue eyes meet yours in the mirror. Solomon's gaze is deep and intense, desire burning unguardedly in those beautiful blue and brown irises. Yet, underneath the desire, you can still see a cheeky twinkle. The same sparkle you have seen every day since your little game started.

You return his intense gaze, sure that he can see how turned on you are. And then his eyes leave yours to slowly trail down further, taking in the sight of your naked body, your full breasts, and all your curves. You gulp when his gaze lingers on the place between your thighs.

Your pulse is fluttering nervously. It's humiliating to be so fully exposed to Solomon's lustful gaze, To be completely naked while he is still dressed, knowing that he is looking at your pussy. The thought alone makes more cream coat your pussy lips.

You make an embarrassing noise, a soft squeak, and turn your face to the side, too ashamed suddenly to look into the mirror and see Solomon's hungry gaze on your exposed body.

A soft laugh fills the room, and strong arms wrap around your waist while warm lips leave a barely palpable trail of kisses over your neck.

"Don't act shy now, darling. Isn't this what you planned? Didn't you want to seduce me? Didn't you want to drive me crazy with your body? It certainly worked."

He pulls you closer to him until your body is flush against his. And you can feel it. You can feel how crazy you drive him. How much he wants you. You can feel his hard cock press against your back, large and hot even through the silky fabric of his neat black pants.

A whine escapes your lips. A sound so needy that it's embarrassing. But you nod and answer him with a breathy,

"Y... yes. That was my plan."

"I have to congratulate you on your win, then. I couldn't resist your charms any longer. Well played, sweetheart."

His voice is velvety soft, warm, and deep, arousal clear in it. But there is also a teasing tone to it.

Soft, warm hands come up to cup your breasts and squeeze them gently.

"Ah, yes, just as I thought. You feel so good under my hands."

Solomon's touch is loving but firm. Long fingers sprawl over your tits, playing with them, squeezing them lovingly, making you moan and let your head fall back against Solomon's shoulder.

Technically you have won. But have you really? You aren't sure who is seducing who at the moment. Solomon took full control over the situation, even though you are the one who was proclaimed the winner. But there is no doubt about who is in charge at the moment.

Maybe it's his natural dominance. Maybe it's his height and strength. Maybe the powerful magic exuding from him. No matter what it is, you are putty in his arms. Your breath comes out in short gasps, your body is melting against Solomon's firm muscles, heart racing wildly, and pussy throbbing with need, so wet that you can feel it on your inner thighs.

Solomon's fingers begin to toy with your nipples, pinching them between two fingers, rolling them gently, teasingly tugging on them until you moan loudly and your eyes close in pleasure.

"Open your eyes. I want you to look at yourself."

Solomon's breath is warm on your neck, and his voice is dripping with desire and smugness. He loves the power he has over you. And you love it too, love being under his spell, trapped in his strong arms.

You sob as you obey his command and open your eyes. What you see in the mirror makes you moan loudly. You see yourself squirming needily in Solomon's arms, lips hanging open as moans spill from them, eyes clouded over by lust. And your nipples are stiff and erect, tits plump in Solomon's strong hands where he squishes them together.

He presses a lingering kiss to the side of your neck, blue eyes watching you admiringly in the mirror.

"Yes, keep looking, darling. Look how beautiful you are. I want you to watch closely. Watch me play with you, my pretty girl."

You whine when his warm, loving hands let go of your sensitive tits. But they only wander further down your body, caressing your sides slowly, while hot kisses trail up and down your neck and the thick hardness trapped in Solomon's pants throbs against your back.

You would make a pact with him right this second just to get his cock inside you. But the only thing you can do is shiver and exhale shakily as skilled fingers caress your hips.

Somehow you know Solomon won't give you the whole package tonight. The game isn't over yet. But you will take everything he is willing to give you. You will collect your prize for your victory by letting yourself fall apart under Solomon's magical fingers.

Those fingers brush teasingly over your inner thighs. They graze lightly over your wet slit. And you gasp loudly, pussy creaming up even more, hot and slick against Solomons exploring hands.

"Let me see all of you, my love."

Your gaze is glued to where Solomon's firm fingers spread your pussy lips open, exposing your glistening wet clit and folds. You are dripping with arousal, your cunt giving away just how much you crave the gorgeous sorcerer.

A low sexy moan is coming from him, and he rolls his hips against your ass, pushing his large cock against you, letting you feel how hard he is for you.

"Oh fuck, look at you. Look at my pretty girl and her pretty pussy. So beautiful and so wet. Let me take care of that pretty pussy for you."

Two fingers find your puffy clit and rub slow circles around it, spreading your cream over it, making your hips buck and your mouth part with loud moans.

Solomon's breath is hot on your neck as his soft low moans join yours. His fingers keep flicking your swollen bud, gentle and slow. And maybe he is really working magic on you because nothing has ever felt so good as Solomon's hands on your body, on your tits, and your pussy.

You gulp hard as you observe yourself in the mirror, watching yourself spread your legs sluttily for Solomon. Watching him rub your needy pussy so expertly that you are a shaking, whining mess.

"Yes, just like that, darling. Look how beautiful you are. You're doing so well. You're such a good girl for me."

You don't know whether it's the praise coming out of Solomon's mouth in that sexy raspy tone or whether it's the way he rubs and pampers your clit, that makes you sob loudly. You are already so embarrassingly close to cumming.

Solomon pushes two fingers inside you, making you see stars. It's like he is using his magic on you, like it is inside you, filling your pussy, making it throb with a kind of pleasure you haven't known before. He fucks you with his fingers, deep and good, while his other hand massages your clit.

Your eyes close as you give yourself completely to the sexy sorcerer, leaning on him, your head resting against his firm chest, legs spread for him, moaning his name while your cream is dripping down his long fingers.

"Keep your eyes open, sweetheart. Watch me pamper that cute pussy of yours."

What you see is a total horny wreck. Your tits bounce sluttily from how hard you ride Solomon's fingers, so desperate to cum. The noises that fall from your parted lips are obscene, loud, needy mewls and sobs, but they almost get drowned out by the loud squishing noises of your overly wet pussy.

Solomon's fingers push against that sweet spot deep inside you, making your hips buck wildly. You are almost crying by now from how good it feels, getting on your tiptoes, body so ready to cum all over those gorgeous fingers, needily chasing after your high.

"Solomon!! Oh yes, yes, right there! Ah!! I'm gonna...I'm gonna..."

"Mmmh, I know, darling, I know. Show me how pretty you look when you cum all over my fingers."

You fall apart right then and there, crying out brokenly as your hands grab Solomon's arms, digging your nails into them as your orgasm overtakes you, long and hot, with a dizzying force. Your pussy spasms around Solomon's fingers, body shaking, loud cries falling from your lips. You feel hot all over, your face, your whole body, but most of all, your pussy. It's almost too much, too intense.

You are trembling and sobbing, clawing at Solomon's wrists, but he stops you,

"Shh, let me take proper care of you, just like you deserve."

And he keeps fucking you with those talented fingers, slower now, while his thumb plays with your over-stimulated clit, gradually slowing his movements to slow, gentle caresses. But he doesn't stop until he has rubbed every last wave of orgasm out of you.

When he finally pulls his fingers out of you, he lets them trail over your puffy clit, making your hips buck one last time before you collapse bonelessly against Solomon, resting your full weight against his firm body, but he doesn't even stagger.

Your breathing is ragged, and your pussy is pulsing with the heavy aftershocks of your orgasm. You lift your head to look at Solomon's beautiful face in the mirror. His cheeks are flushed, and his blue eyes are dark with desire. But the teasing smile is still on his face as he brings the fingers you just came on to his lips and slowly licks them clean, rolling his eyes in pleasure as if your taste is the most delicious thing the self-proclaimed gourmet ever tasted in his long life.

A delighted smile spreads over his face. And with that, Solomon steps away from you, strong hands steadying you, making sure you can stand on your own before he lets go of you.

"If you will excuse me now, please. I have to take care of an urgent matter."

He winks at you and gestures to the big bulge in his tight black pants.

"I can help you with that, darling."

"I know, but not today, sweetheart. Some dishes get even better when you let them simmer for a while."

He grins at you, and you find a matching smile tugging at your lips. Before you can stop yourself, you blurt out,

"Hey, Solomon?"

"Yes, (y/n)?"

"I didn't plan this... I really forgot to bring a change of clothes."

Blue eyes blink at you for a moment, and then loud laughter fills the room. Solomon is shaking from it, holding his stomach as he grins broadly at you.

"Still, congrats on your win! But don't think the game is over yet. This was only the first round. Who knows, maybe I will win the next one."

Thank you so much for reading! This is my first time writing for Solomon. I just couldn't resist anymore!! He has been one of my faves for a while already, and ever since we moved in with him in Nightbringer, I am constantly spinning more and more out of control aaaaaah I want him so bad!!!

I hope you enjoyed this little story and that my characterization was ok. I decided that as a fellow Sagittarius, Solomon surely loves a little game where he has to chase the object of his desires and gets chased in return. It makes things so much more exciting :) There might be another part someday. I mean, as Solomon said, the game is still on, and we still need to get that sorcerer dick ;)

Please let me know what you think! Comments and reblogs make me happy!

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mimina-art-and-adopts · 2 years ago

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Yandere m!God x f!Reader | SMUT/NSFW/⚠️18+ - Part 2

I’ll Be Your Slave

Part One

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, non-con, dub-con, stalking, breaking and entry, reality warping, kidnapping, forced affection, delusion, captivity, manipulation, hunting, unhealthy power dynamics, some fluff, slight angst at the end

Summary: After being taken away by the god who is obsessed with you, you begin to feel as though you are losing your mind. When you bring this up with him, he suggests a compromise.

Author’s Notes: NONE OF THE ART OR PICTURES ABOVE BELONG TO ME!! And although it is highly unlikely a god will actually kidnap you, I still gotta reiterate that sexual assault is never okay. Forcing someone to be with you or doing things they don’t want is never acceptable and if you find yourself in an abusive relationship where it seems the other person has all the power, please get help and get out. There is a strict line between fantasy and reality. Rape fantasies are okay, but when you cross over into real life it can get tricky. Stay safe loves ❤️

When he first took you, you didn’t know what to think. You knew you’d never see your friends or family ever again, and you didn’t even get to say goodbye.

From then on he was your only from of ‘human’ interaction, despite the only thing human about him was the way he appeared. You hated him. You hated what he did to you, and what he continued to do to you.

And yes, sure he was delusional but he wasn’t dumb. He knew you weren’t particularly fond of him. He just didn’t know why. He gave you everything you could ever want. He made you a goddess and you could ask him for absolutely anything and he would give it to you.

He worshipped you.

Of course the one thing you did want was to go back home to your friends and family, and of course that’s the one thing he wouldn’t give you.

Just your luck.

In the beginning, you’d often find yourself crying yourself to sleep, only dreaming about what your life could have been like. You didn’t even know where you were. Certainly not Earth. You lived in a relatively normal house, if not a bit large, but outside was only sky.

Pink and orange clouds were everywhere. There was no ground, just an infinite void. During the day it constantly looked like it was both sunset and morning. The sun and moon were both always out, and when you’d sleep, only then would the time change. When it did shift into night it looked as if you were in the middle of space. The pinks and purples were always visible whether it was ‘day’ or ‘night.’

The atmosphere definitely messed with you brain. When you’d ask him where you were he’d always say the same thing: “Your mind isn’t capable of comprehending exactly where we are. We’re everywhere and nowhere. We’re both on Earth and not. We’re in a place that mortals, like yourself, couldn’t even begin to understand.” Which didn’t help with your confusion.

It stressed you out that there was no way to leave, there being absolutely no doors that lead to the outside didn’t help either. You asked before and he just said: “We’re on our honeymoon darling~ we’re not going to involve anyone else.” But this ‘honeymoon’ felt much longer than your average getaway.

You didn’t even know how long you’d been here. He told you before that time works differently, and barley exists in this ‘world,’ the only reason there is a day and night here is because he didn’t want you to be too confused.

Sometimes if you found yourself thinking about it to much, you’d end up sobbing, knowing there wasn’t any way out.

When you would cry he’d always be there. Even if he was on the other side of the ‘house’ he’d just immediately be there to comfort and coddle you whenever you got too overwhelmed, as if he could sense how you were feeling from a distance.

“Please…please just let me go…let me see my family.” You whispered as you sobbed into his arms.

He just held you and stroked your back until you’d calm down and eventually fall asleep.

Your bed was made of the finest silks, your wardrobe out of the most comfortable material you had ever felt. Every night you’d get in bed feeling as if you had just taken a shower and covered your body in lotion. You never felt any amount of physical discomfort in this place.

Was it heaven? Were you dead?

You asked him about that too and he reassured you that you were very much alive. It didn’t feel that way though.

As the days passed your mind felt foggier and foggier. It felt like a dream more and more with each passing hour. You felt like you were going insane.

But then he would be there. He would be there to soothe you, talk to you, hold you, and give you anything you could possibly need.

You still couldn’t believe how this all started. You were minding your business and then all of a sudden you met him.

You were running late to work when you bumped into him and spilled your drink all over him. Apologizing profusely as he chuckled lightheartedly.

If you had known he had intended for that to happen on purpose you probably would have thrown your drink in his face and went along with your day. But, to you, it looked like a simple accident.

You began noticing him more and more with each passing day. First outside of your work. Then your home. And soon you expected to see him even when you went out for a quick walk.

You confronted him one day. That day you’d always regret. You went up to him and asked why he had been following you. And that’s when he said he was in love with you, which was enough to scare you off.

That night you made plans to get a restraining order against him but just as you were about to get in bed you found him in your room.

He restrained you and effortlessly shoved you down on the bed and kept you underneath him.

“Just let me explain.” He told you. You were far to terrified to resist, not knowing exactly what he was capable of or willing to do.

He told you he wasn’t human, and that he had known you far longer than you had initially thought. Hell, he even knew you before you were born. He knew who you would be to him, he just needed to find you. Wait for you.

He explained that he had been watching over you for years. Attempting not to interfere too much but making sure nothing could harm you too badly.

You called bullshit. You started yelling at him. Screaming about how he was a psychopath and a freak who needed to be locked away. That he needed to get out of your home before you called the police.

That was until he proved it to you. He giggled at your threats before grabbed you by your shoulders and pulled you up from the bed and on to his lap where the two of you faced the window. His arm was looped around your waist, pinning your arms against your side. He extended his other arm out past your head and towards the window. You saw as outside changed from morning to night. From spring, to summer, fall, and then winter. You watched as he rearranged the stars in the sky and the size of the moon and sun before making everything go back to the way it was.

“H…how did you-”

He shoved you back down to the bed and looked over you. “Like I said, love. I’m not human. In fact…I’m not anything really. While simultaneously being everything.” He chuckled. “The only reason I appear human is so that you can comprehend my presence. Otherwise I’m afraid you either wouldn’t realize I was here or wouldn’t be able to fathom it to the point your pretty little head would explode.”

His words went in one ear and out the other. Was he god? The devil? You didn’t know. But what you did know was that he was dangerous.

You eventually stopped struggling and that night the two of you stayed up until morning talking. You stayed at the edge of the bed, laying your back against the corner wall in attempting to keep as far away from him as possible while he answered your questions.

“So…you’re god?”

“Not necessarily. There are a few others, but I’m definitely not some old man in the sky watching over every single person at all times. Although I am still all knowing, by your standards at least. It…it’s difficult to describe to you. Your language is so limited and so is your ability to comprehend.” He told you. “Not that I’m saying you’re dumb! You’re far from it. You’re…perfect.” He looked at you with longing in his eyes before blushing and turning away nervously.

“Sorry. I just- I’ve waited an eternity to talk to you. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to just…well just see you! And now I’m next to you and….”

Half of the time he was talking that night it was about you. Whenever you tried to ask about where he came from or what his powers were, he’d always end up steering the conversation back to you. And each time he would, his comments got more and more off putting. Saying things like:

“God I can’t believe I’m talking to you.”

“You have no idea what it feels like.”

“I just want to take you away forever.”

“Now that you’re finally here I don’t think I’d be able to go on without you.”

“I just want to take you away from the world.”

“You’re so perfect for me. Everything about you is perfect.”

Eventually he was practically up against you. The sun was about to rise and he had pinned you to the wall your bed sat against. You were still as scared as you had been beforehand, trembling as he took your face in your hands and kissed you gingerly.

For the next month it was a lot like this. He had practically moved in with you.

He was always there. He made you breakfast. Drove you to work. Took you out to dinner. At night he’d sleep in your bed, biting, licking and kissing at your neck and rubbing his body against yours whilst you tried to get to sleep.

You were too scared to resist. And when you tried to set some kind of boundary he’d somehow find a way to slip past it without you even noticing.

Eventually it became too much for you. You remembered what he said about not watching over people and you tried to take advantage of that.

You packed your bags and drove out of town while he was distracted. You made it a few hours away before you noticed the change in weather. It was summer. It was sunny beforehand. All of a sudden the temperature dropped to around 60F (15C) and dark gray and blue clouds began to cover the sky.

Once you got to an empty road you started speeding. Going nearly 100mph. But you saw a figure at the end of the road. A person. A man. You came to a stop in front of them.

It was him…and it was the first time you had seen that look in his eye. Pure fury.

You tried to start the car again but it wouldn’t work. He started walking towards you to your side of the car as you desperately turned the key over and over again.

Tears began to pool in your eyes before you jumped at a loud, sudden sound. You looked over and the car door had been ripped off of its hinges and was laying on the ground. He pulled you out of the car and held desperately on to the collar of your shirt and asked, ‘why.’

The two of you got in a screaming match. You tried to look tough but tears were streaming down your cheeks. ‘You wouldn’t be a prisoner.’ You told him. ‘You wouldn’t have your life decided for you.’

Then he kissed you. A deep passionate kiss that you so desperately tired to get away from. He shoved his tongue down your throat and held on to you with the force of a thousand men.

And then he stopped.

And stood in stunned silence.

A red mark on his cheek from the slap you had just given him.

It didn’t hurt, obviously, but was still just as shocking.

“DON’T YOU GET IT YET?!?” You yelled. “I DON’T LOVE YOU.”

“Darling…you don’t mean that.”

“I HATE YOU!”

That hurt him more than any slap could. He had never felt such pain before. He barely noticed when you had begun running off. He watched as you ran down the endless road in the middle of nowhere. Watching as you slowly faded away.

And then he smiled.

Not a sweet smile. Not an endearing one. No. This…this was a smile only an insane man would give. He was over his games. It was time to officially make you his. You were just scared. Scared of change. But he would show you that there’s nothing to be scared of. That all you needed was him. Not this world. Not your friends or family. Just…him.

And so he did. That day. Making love to you in a church and stealing you away to this hell scape.

You ran over the events over and over again in your head, trying to figure out what you could have done differently to get away, but you couldn’t find anything. You didn’t know what his limits were, and frankly you weren’t sure there were any.

Each passing day in this world you grew less and less afraid of him, coming to the realization he would never hurt you, intentionally at least.The closest thing he ever got to doing such a thing were the marks he would leave on your body. Whether they be from fucking you, or simply just wanting to nibble and fondle you while you two were going to sleep.

Ever since the night he took you he was a much more physical lover. He was very affectionate beforehand, but after that night it was like he could barely get his hands off of you.

He loved to make love to you, but he wasn’t dumb. He knew you didn’t want it like him. He knew you didn’t want him the way he wanted you. Humans were simply incapable of feeling the way he felt about you to the extent he did. But he sure as hell would try and get you to love him.

It wasn’t like he was fucking you everywhere in the ‘house’ at all times. But at night, when the mood was right, he would certainly give you a night to remember.

Each time you tried to resist but he always ended up coaxing you into not only doing it, but absolutely loving it, even if you didn’t want to.

He knew how to treat your body. Sometime he would spend hours just eating you out. That alone being enough to make him cum in his pants. He’d make you feel so out of this world that by the end you were sobbing into his chest while he lulled you to sleep.

“Ah~ Ah~ no…no…no…fuck-“ You cried as he pounded into you. Despite your cries for him to stop you couldn’t deny how absolutely amazing it felt.

It was to the point he suspected you secretly liked not having a choice in the matter, even if you didn’t exactly realize it.

You could feel yourself slipping away. There was very little to do in the house other than spend time in each other’s company. You wondered how much longer this would last.

“Please, please I feel like I’m going insane. I need to get out. I need to go back, even if it’s just for a little while.” You begged him. The two of you had gotten into a fight about the time you were spending in this realm. You were sitting on the edge of the bed while he stood in front of you.

“I…I can’t do that.” He told you.

“Why? You’re god aren’t you? It’s not like I can get away anyways! Please. I’ll do anything. I just want to see my family again. My friends…” You began to trail off.

“NO!” His voice sounded distorted. The room felt like it had shook and the lights began to flicker. You saw a small spark in his eye as he snapped and his veins glowed a bright orange for a split second, almost like fire or lava.

You hadn’t seen him any other way than the form he presented himself to you in. He looked like an average person, sometimes you forgot you were talking to someone who was older than time.

You flinched at his sudden outburst. He rarely got angry, especially not at you.

“Oh darling…” He started, kneeling down in front of you and cupping your face in his hands. “I’m sorry. Please don’t be scared.” He whispered to you.

You muttered his name to him, making a shiver run down his spine. “Please…I’ll do anything. I’ll stay with you, just please…please can we live somewhere on Earth. In my home?” You quietly begged him.

He sighed. “Oh my sweet goddess. You’re so perfect yet so naïve. The world is a dangerous place, you’re safe here…safe with me.”

“I don’t care. If I stay here any longer I’ll lose my mind. I don’t want to go crazy.” Tears began to pool in the corner of your eyes, making his eyes widen fearfully.

It wasn’t often you cried anymore. The only times you really did were when the two of you got intimate. Other than that he hated it when you would cry.

“Oh my darling, please don’t cry.”

“I…I don’t even know how long I’ve been here.” Your voice was straining now and the tears began to flow down your cheeks. “How old am I? How much time has passed on earth? Is everyone I know dead? Is it like time hasn’t passed at all for them? Do any of them even know I’m gone? Do…do any of them miss me? Are they looking for me?” You blubbered out, hunching over and holding yourself as he knelt below you.

He didn’t know how to respond. He’s never had any attachments to anything other than you, he struggles to understand where you’re coming from but knows he hates it when you get like this. All he wants to do is make it better, but at this point…with all the different things he’s tried in the past that have failed to work…there seems to be only one thing that will help.

“My sweet girl…” He whispered to you as he stood up a bit and rested his forehead against yours. “Please stop crying, I can make it better.”

“HOW?!” You snapped at him, still sobbing.

“I’ll…” He struggled before letting out a reluctant sigh. “We can go back.”

You froze. “What…”

“But-” Be began sharply. “There will be some ground rules.”

“Yes! Yes anything!” He loved it when you submitted to him the way you did now. You were stubborn so it was rare to see you this willing to do as he said.

“First…I need you to stop crying. I hate it when you cry like this and I need you to be in a clear headspace.” He explained to you gently.

You began to wipe your tears away when he unexpectedly tugged on you wrist and began to lead you towards the bathroom.

“What’re you doing?”

“Calming you down.”

He started the bath and began to gently take off your clothes. With as much time as the two of he had spent with each other, a lot of that time being intimate with one another, you were desensitized to any embarrassment you would have felt before as he stripped you. But the one thing you could never get over was the way he looked at you. It was so inhumanly obsessive it was difficult to describe.

It was quiet for a bit. The two of you were in the warm bath together, you laying your back against his chest as you stared out into the pink and purple clouds that stretched all along the deep blue sky filled with bright stars and a moon a little too close for comfort. He stared down at you instead, finding you much more beautiful than the scenery he had created.

“I’ll get us a house far away from everything. I can’t stand the thought of sharing you with anyone else, even if it is your friends and family, but I’ll allow you to visit them on holidays if it will make you happy.” He stated suddenly.

You stiffened against his back and looked up at him. “Really?”

He nodded his head. “I can get us a large house in either the country or the mountains. Far away from anyone else and with very few and distant neighbors. You can leave the house as you like but will not be allowed to step foot outside of the property line unless I say so. If you do, I’ll send the two of us right back here and we’ll start all over again.” He threatened you. He needed to make sure you knew your place. He wanted to see you as an equal, but you were just so fragile and small compared to him. He needed to protect you and the only way to do so was restrict your freedom. If only you were obsessed with him the way he was with you…then none of this would be necessary.

“There will be other rules but that’s the main gist. We can leave in a week…or…what would be a week to you in this world.” He added, looking down at you waiting for your response.

You broke out into tears again. Not the same as last time but happy tears. Sobs of relief. “Thank you.” You whispered to him.

One secret he had was this though: despite hating it when you cried in despair and anguish, he loved it when you cried of joy or…other reasons. In truth it turned him on, something you could feel now as you sat against him.

Your joy quickly turned to confusion as you felt his hand trail down your stomach. “What are you…”

“Shh, my little goddess, just relax.” He murmured against the top of your head. His hand began to rub between your fold.

“Ah~ w…wait, wait I don’t want-” You were cut off by his hand over your mouth.

“Just be quiet and enjoy it darling.”

You bit his hand, making him flinch.

“Stop it!” You yelled as you pushed him away, getting up and sitting on your knees in front of him. “I am in no mood. I…I don’t want to have sex with you! Can’t you see that? Can’t you see that every time you take me against my will it only pushes me further away from you?”

He stared at you blankly. The concept of consent had never crossed his mind before. Sure, he was ‘all knowing’ by human standards at least, but he didn’t necessarily sympathize with humans.

“I…” he began, but couldn’t think of anything to say. The mere thought he could be pushing you away with sex have never even been a conceivable thought until now. He thought he was bringing you closer. It certainly seemed that way.

Each time he’d make love to you, your cries of euphoria filled the room. He would make sure you came at least twice each session. Sometimes, when a session had lasted a while and you became delusional and desperate, you’d even shout out for more and beg him to keep going. He swore each time the two of you had sex it only brought you two closer.

He snapped out of his thoughts when you called his name, immediately bringing his attention to you. You were looking at him the way a mother looks at a child after they broke a house rule. “Have you not once considered that the reason I never want to sleep with you is because I’m afraid? Or sacred? Or…hell! If I just don’t want to fucking sleep with you?! You’d think someone who is all knowing would consider that!”

“Afraid?”

“Yes, goddamnit! You’re a god! You could snap me in half! Each time you touch me I’m afraid you’ll accidentally kill me!”

He quickly moved to you, cupping your face in his hands gently and pressing his forehead against yours. “I would never hurt you.” He spoke firmly. “I can’t believe you’d even think that. I could never do such a thing. Especially when we’re intimate. I only want to make you feel loved. Have I ever hurt you before while making love?” He asked rhetorically.

“N…no.”

“Exactly. Please don’t be afraid. Things will change. I’ll change. We can move out tomorrow if you want. I just…I just want your love.”

The two of you stared into each other’s eyes, waiting for the other to speak, or move, or do anything. But you two just stared.

“Then ask.” You stated abruptly.

“What?”

“Ask my permission. Say, ‘do you want to sleep with me?’” You ordered.

He took a breath in. “My darling…will you please let me make love to you tonight?”

A shiver ran down your spine at the way he said it. You silently nodded, consenting for the first time since you had met him.

You weren’t sure why you said yes, if anything it only reinforced that he could have you whenever he wanted. You thought it had something to do with what this place was doing to your mind. Surly it couldn’t be because you actually loved him? Yes, he was attractive, very attractive. Hell, if he had just gone the normal way of courting you, you may have even fallen for him completely, but he just had to break into your home and take you away.

He was a very impatient man.

He dove in to kiss you, lifting up his hand to gently take hold of your chin in order to pull it down and open your mouth. His tongue danced against yours. He only pulled you closer, one hand at the back of your head and the other arm locked around your waist. He only stopped when he remembered you needed to breath, opting instead to kiss down your neck while you caught your breath.

He licked, kissed, and bit at your throat and shoulders whilst grinding his erection against your exposed clit. He always loved teasing both you and himself before properly fucking you. He loved when you became a mess in his arms before he even was inside of you. And he loved what it did to him. You made him go insane.

He had been waiting for you for so long, and now he had you. Millions of years of pent up frustration and anticipation, he just had to make every moment count. At one point even, he laid you down on the large bed in the other room and just toyed with your body. He didn’t even touch himself, just watched you become undone with only his fingers as he rubbed your clit and tweaked your nipples.

He very much got off on your reactions alone, he nearly came with barley any stimulation as he pushed you against the end of the bathtub and saw your confused, startled expression.

He kissed you again. Deeply. Passionately. He began to roll his body against yours. You whined slightly at the stimulation, but also in concern. The water was washing away all the lubrication and you began to worry if this would hurt. You tried desperately to vocalize your concerns to him but he kept on interrupting you with his lips.

Over and over again he went at it. Kissing you and only pulling away long enough for you to catch your breath before he went at it again. Sticking his tongue in and out of your mouth, cradling your face in one of his hands while the other gently played with your clit.

It was slightly uncomfortable due to the water but he was gentle enough that it didn’t hurt.

“Wai….hold o-…..I-…..sto….” You tried to get his attention but he was so consumed with you that you didn’t think he even noticed you were trying to talk to him.

Eventually you managed to push him off slightly. “Wait…h…hold on, I- the…the water…it’s-”

“Having trouble with your words darling~?” He teased as he pushed a lock of your hair behind your ear. “Don’t worry, the water won’t be an issue. But if you’re so concerned about it I suppose we can move.” He told you as he lifted you out of the water. You locked your legs around his waist as he began to walk the two of you to the bed.

You felt as your skin dried unnaturally fast and your hair with it. Things like this happened a lot here. Unnatural things you couldn’t explain with science.

By the time the two of you made it to the bed you were completely dry as he laid you down on the silk sheets. He began to leave opened mouth kissed down your body. He bit at your hip making you flinch and yelp.

He knelt down till he was face to face with your cunt and blew air onto it. You shivered at the teasing. He had never been this slow and thoughtful with things before. Of course he had always tried to, but with your struggling he had no choice but to be a little rough.

You whined as he kissed your clit before beginning to circle his tongue around it slowly.

“Oh fuck….” You whispered to yourself.

“See how nice I can be when you let me?” He asked as he began sinking his finger into you.

He had two fingers knuckle deep in you now, working at you slowly. You covered your face. You didn’t want to face the fact you were letting this happen. You were far to embarrassed to admit the reality of what you were letting your captor do to you. He moaned lightly above you, almost as if he was getting just as much pleasure working you towards your orgasm as he would his own.

He methodical pulled his fingers out of you which left you feeling empty and incomplete. You felt as his hands grappled the underside of one of your knees and stick your leg up vertically against his chest.

He kissed your ankle gingerly. “Tell me,” he started. “I’ve never pushed you past your limits since you were always persistent on resisting my efforts, but…now that you’re compliant…I wonder how many orgasms I can get out of you in one night?” He teased.

You whimpered. You didn’t want to be sore tomorrow, and although whenever you were he’d be sure to rub at all the spots that hurt, he had said earlier that the two of you could move out tomorrow, and you didn’t want to spend another second here. So, you decided to test him on how much he had learned for your conversation earlier, praying he would comply.

“Wait-” You spoke abruptly just has he began to sink the tip of his cock into you. “I…can we just go one round? Or two? I…I don’t…I’m tired and I don’t know if I-”

“Shhhh….” He cut you off, stroking the side of your face. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle, I promise. You can sleep if you want, I’ll be sure not to wake you.”

It wasn’t exactly what you wanted, but when have you ever gotten that since he came into your life? It was better than nothing though, if the two of you were going to continue this relationship with all parties willing, you’d have to work on his reaction to the word ‘no.’ Although he doesn’t throw a tantrum like some men, he still somehow manages to slip past your boundaries and make you think you wanted to say ‘yes’ all along.

He began to sink himself into you, whimpering as he did so and holding on to your leg which rested against his torso. He gently took hold of your jaw and made you look him in the eye.

In the past he had always gotten you to say things you regret or didn’t mean when he was pounding in to you, taking advantage of your vulnerable state and blissed out mind. But he’s never gotten you to say the one thing he wants to hear most.

He began methodically moving his hips into you. “Say that you love me princess. Tell me how much you love your god.” You whined, the words alone doing more to you than you’d like to admit. “C’mon, I know you have it in you.” His pace began to quicken.

“I…I…I can’t- I don’t know if I-” You were cut off by a sudden force seeming to grapple you. It felt as if the sheets around your body were suddenly attached to your skin, slowly moving up your arms and bounding your wrists to the bed. You let out a terrified whine. He had never used any of his ‘powers’ in bed before.

“Don’t be afraid my goddess. I know it’s strange for you but just accept it, it will be so much better.” He sighed as his thrusts ceased to slow. The two of you never used bondage before, every time you were intimate it was always pretty vanilla, despite the lack of consent from both parties. You assumed it was because he didn’t want to scare you, but now that you’re willing you don’t know what he’ll do.

He shifted your legs and folded you into a matting press, needing to be closer to you. Both of your voices raised as his pace quickened.

“Fuck! Please…” You whined, not exactly knowing what you were begging for.

He hands shifted so that instead of the strange force keeping your wrists bound it was him.

“Say it.” He demanded. “I fucking love you my darling, god I love you so fucking much.” He was beginning to lose himself. “Shit, please…please say it.”

He shifted your wrists so that we’re being held down by only one of his hands while he occupied the other with grabbing the underside of your jaw again. “I would do anything for you. Be anything for you. All I ask is you love me. Love me like I’m the only one in the world. Love me like I’m all you’ve ever known. I want you so badly. So badly to just say those words.” He was rambling. You didn’t know if he knew what he was saying, but you didn’t doubt he meant every word.

“Just love me.” He suddenly wrapped your legs around his waist and moved your arms so that they were slung around his neck. “Love me and I’ll be your slave.”

You buried your face in his neck. You couldn’t say it. You couldn’t admit it. This place may have broken you enough to accept the fact you’ll be with him forever, and to let him have you like this, but you still had your pride, although you doubted you’d have it any longer if this continued.

You felt yourself beginning to let go, and he continued to beg as he pounded into you. You felt that if this lasted any longer you’d end up saying it, and you didn’t want that. Not yet. You couldn’t let him feel like he won, so you bit into his shoulder, managing to shut, not only yourself, but him up as well. He let out a started cry and you felt his hips stutter at the action before beginning to move even faster. This time with no words following.

He had liked that. He liked that a lot. If you could see his face you’d be able to see little tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. He let himself go. Only loud moans filled the room as he made sure the both of you got off on each other. He could feel you beginning to tighten around him, prompting him to go even faster, chasing the high of you cumming around his cock and the sweet moans the followed which he had grown oh so familiar with. And you did. You came hard, making him follow soon after.

And the two of you stayed there. Defeated. You…having just willingly given yourself to him, and intern your freedom. And him…left humiliated after having begged over and over again to love him, only being left with a cruel bite mark and rejection.

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mimina-art-and-adopts · 2 years ago

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Yandere God x Reader - Part 3

Freedom

Part 1 Part 2

Warnings: Stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, isolation, imbalanced power dynamics, stalking

Summary: The two of you return to Earth after you manage to sway him, now you have to deal with the isolation of being so close yet so far from your life before him, while he continues to try and win your heart, all while attempting to keep you in the dark about what he truly is.

Author’s notes: I know this is like…months late from when I said I would post this, but a fire broke out in my house and I had to put this off for a while to deal with that. And then I got extremely sick and…it’s been just chaos. But that’s just how life is sometimes. There isn’t any smut in this one because I didn’t feel like it would fit in naturally with the plot, this is just developing the world reader is in now along with their relationship. Also, he has a name now.

No time had passed.

In the real world at least.

Since time didn’t exactly exists where you were before, you didn’t know how long it had been for you. All you knew is that the day he took you was the same as the day you two returned.

When you did return, he brought you to a place you had never seen before. An isolated, rather luxurious, house in the mountains. It was surrounded by a forest and there wasn’t another person around for miles.

He had set some ground rules when you two first arrived. For one you couldn’t go outside the property line without him, but that didn’t bother you as much since now you could at least go outside. What did bother you was the fact you weren’t allowed to contact anyone without him in the room with you and monitoring the conversation like you were a child.

It was dehumanizing to say the least. But you had set a few rules of your own in return.

As a way to make up for the lack of freedom, he wasn’t allowed to touch you sexually in any way unless given direct permission. You had tried ‘no touching at all’ but he wouldn’t allow that.

“How do you expect me to keep my hands off of my goddess?” You remembered him saying.

Your other rule was alone time. You desperately needed a break from him from time to time, which turned out to work splendidly. Apparently he had a job just like anyone else.

“I just…feel like if you want this to look anything like a healthy relationship at all then…we need to be alone once in a while.” You remembered saying as a way to hopefully sway him.

He sighed and looked towards you. “Unfortunately, darling, it is necessary. My brothers and sisters have been filling in for me when it came to my duty. I have to start working again, which means I will not be seeing you as much as I would like.”

“Brothers and sisters?” You questioned.

“Yes, the other gods. I’ve told you about them before haven’t I?”

“Well, all you said is that ‘there are others like me’ not that you had any siblings.” You explained to him.

“All of the gods are siblings. And we each have our own jobs as well. I’ve been taking a ��leave of absence’ of sorts to spend time with you. It does have to come to an end now though, or else they will start throwing a fit.” He sighed and looked visibly annoyed. “Not to worry though darling. We still have all the time in the world to spend with one another when I’m not busy.” He reassured.

“Right…”

And from then on a routine of sorts started. He’d always wake up before you, getting ready inhumanly fast and leaving to go to his ‘work.’

You would sleep in until around 10 where you’d get up, breakfast was of course already made for you, and you’d spend your time basically doing whatever you wanted until he came back. He would, on occasions, visit you throughout the day to eat with you, even though he didn’t have to necessarily eat.

Once he did get back you wouldn’t be alone until the next day. He was always by your side. As for the boundaries you had put into place, he was surprisingly respectful of them. You supposed it was because after learning that forcing you to do something you didn’t want to do would only push you away, he didn’t want to do anything that wouldn’t bring you closer to him.

When it came to your family you really only got to catch up with them on holidays. You had to somehow explain to them why you mysteriously disappeared and were living with someone they had never met before. All you could come up with was that he was your long distance boyfriend that you decided to move in with who you simply forgot to tell them about.

As the days went by, despite doing the same thing every day, your mind became clearer and clearer. This was a thousand times better than being in his realm, it felt like you could finally breath again.

The two of you also came to the agreement to spend some time outside of the house as well, for you it was just to get out and do something, for him is was to be able to spoil you at a five star restaurant. Although it would have been ideal to not have to deal with any of this from the beginning, it was far better than before.

As this routine continued and you watched as he left and came back everyday, you began to get curious. One night when he got back, you decided to ask him about where exactly it was he went.

“So…” You began, picking awkwardly at the meal in front of you. “Where do you go when you leave?”

He looked up at you curiously. “Why so interested all of a sudden?”

“Well…I wasn’t at first, but then as I thought more about it I guess it…I don’t know. It’s like…why would a god need to work? Can’t you do whatever you want?”

“Hmhm.” He chuckled. “Not exactly. Each god has a different section the rule over. There’s my sister, who is the goddess of creation and is in charge of creating new species, planets, stars, and really anything. There’s my other sister who is the goddess of judgment. She has…I guess you would call them “workers” who each watch over an individual human and once they die they report everything they’ve ever done to her, and she judges what they deserve in the after life. Eternal damnation, redemption, eternal bliss, whatever they deserve.” He explained to you.

“Wow…so there is a heaven and hell…”

“I wouldn’t call it that. Everyone who dies gets their own version of what they deserve. It’s not a lake of fire or the pearly gates.”

“So then…” You began to ponder. “What’s your job?”

He paused, his fork lifted half way to his mouth.

“Um…heh.” He coughed awkwardly. “I’m not so sure you want to know.”

“Why?” You asked bluntly.

“It’s just…” He put his fork down completely now and leaned back in his chair. “Compared to some of my other siblings, my job is…well…rather unflattering.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He cleared his throat. “My duty is a little more…intense-or…extreme for lack of a better word.”

You gave him a black stare.

“Listen…I just…I don’t think it’s the right time to tell you.”

You scoffed. “I’m not a child. I don’t need to be protected and treated like I’m made of glass.”

“Darling…I just don’t want to scare you.”

“It’s a little too late for that.” You muttered while placing your drink to your lips, fully aware he could hear you.

From then on you made it your mission to figure out what he did outside of the house.

It was a good distraction. You didn’t have anything to do in the house other than watch tv really. You had lost your motivation to do the things that once brought you joy a while ago, so attempting to bring to light something your capture didn’t want you to know felt like the best way to utilize your time.

At first your strategy was just to harass and annoy him.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“If you don’t tell me then I’ll probably think it’s worse than it is.”

“What if I told you a secret of my own?”

“Pleeeeeaaaase????”

“I bet it’s something sexual. It’s something sexual isn’t it? Are you the god of sex? That makes so much more sense now!”

But he always seemed unbothered and replied back with things like:

“I’ve already told you why I don’t want to tell you, my love.”

“It probably won’t be.”

“I already know almost everything about you darling.”

“You look so cute when you whine like that!”

And your last remark just made him burst out laughing.

Everything you did seemed to only make him fall more in love with you rather than annoy him. To him, this was the first time you started acting like yourself since he took you.

It also helped you more than you thought it would. You started treating him normally, as if you would treat anyone else. The two of you began to laugh together more, talk about ‘regular’ things, but despite all of that he still refused to tell you anything. So you decided you would try a different method.

“So!” You began, plopping on the couch next to him. “What are the other gods like?”

He looked over to you confused.

“What? I can’t ask about my captor’s family now?”

He groaned at the name. “Darling, I’ve told you how I feel about you calling me that.

“Yeah? And I’ve told you how I feel about being kept here against my will, so we can’t always get what we want. But besides that…the gods.”

“What could you possibly want to know about them?” He entertained, giving you smirk.

“Well, I mean a while ago I found out gods were real, only recently finding out that there actually, basically is a heaven and hell. Why wouldn’t I want to know more about these beings who’ve apparently created the whole universe and rule over everything I’ve ever known?”

“We don’t-we don’t ‘rule’ over you. We just…take… ‘care?’ of you.” He said, unsure of himself.

“Why are you questioning that? Aren’t you ‘all knowing’?”

“Not necessarily…we ‘know’ things and are able to comprehend more than humans. But we aren’t ‘all knowing.’ We’ve just lived longer and are able to understand concepts other living creatures can’t, humans included.” He tried explaining to you in the best way he could.

“Speaking of that. How old are you exactly. Cause you don’t look a day over your early 20s.”

He chuckled. “I’m flattered but that’s only because I can take whatever form I want.”

“I assumed so.”

“About the age thing…I’m not exactly sure. All of us…we just kind of popped into existence one day. We didn’t have any physical form, for that matter, there was nothing physical to begin with. It was just…nothing. But we were all conscious for some reason. And over the course of…I’m guessing a few billion years we learned how to manipulate the atoms and energy around us to give ourselves physical bodies. And then after a few more billion years, planets, and then life, then intelligent life, and so on and so forth. So i can’t give you an exact age because, well, before we created it…time didn’t exist.”

You stared at him blankly.

“And then once we got attached to the life on the planets we created we assigned ourselves different roles, one for each of us, in order to protect what we’ve created and keep it thriving.”

“Hmmm….and what different jobs are there for you guys?”

“Heh, I know what you’re trying to do darling.”

You looked at him innocently. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve told you before I don’t want you to know.” He told you while standing from the couch.

“How is that fair though? You know basically everything there is to know about me! And I know absolutely nothing about you! I don’t even know what you actually look like under that skin suit.”

He said your name softly. “Please, I don’t want to fight again.”

“I’ll stop fighting once you treat me like a human being and not a pet.”

“You are not a pet.”

“Really? Cause I sure feel like one.”

“My love-”

“Don’t call me that! I…I just want to be free. I’ll stay with you. I promise. I don’t think I’d have any other choice. But I’ll stay with you willingly if I can just go back to the life I had. I had friends, a family. How can you possibly not understand how unhealthy this is for a human being if you created them??”

He stared at you, stunned.

You waited for an answer.

“I…I technically didn’t create them.”

“What?”

“That’s one of my sister’s job. The Goddess of Creation. She…she did that. I just-” He stopped himself, realizing he almost told you what you wanted to hear.

You rolled your eyes and started walking upstairs towards your shared bedroom.

“Wait! Darling,” He ran after you. “Listen, I know I don’t know much about humans but I can try!”

“Yeah? And do what with that information, use it against me to make me go insane?” You replied sarcastically as you walked up to the bedroom door.

“No! Of course not!”

You slammed the door in his face. He wouldn’t dare break the door down, right? No of course he wouldn’t, he knew that would scare you and he hated scaring you. What did scare you was turning around and him being inside the room, right in front of you.

You let out a shriek. “What the fuck?!”

“My love…” He took your hands in his. “I want you to be happy. I really do. I know I’m clueless when it comes to it though. And I know that the one thing I could do to make you happy is to give you your freedom. But I’m just…scared.” He admitted.

“You…you’re scared?”

“I’m scared of losing you. I would hate if anything happened to you while I wasn’t there to protect you. And I know you think you don’t need protection but you do. You need me. You have no idea how fragile you are. I just want to keep you safe.”

“Just not happy.” You added.

“No! Please don’t say things like that. Of course I want you to be happy.” He cupped your cheek in his hand. “I’ve been trying. I really have. I haven’t touched you without your consent in months, just like you asked, and you seem happier already. I honestly had no idea you hated it so much. But now that I’ve stopped you already seem more bubbly and like how you were before.”

“…I didn’t hate it. I just…didn’t exactly like that you forced me to do it.”

He looked at you a little stunned, then chuckled slightly before kissing your knuckles. “I would do anything for you darling. But…for now at least…I want to keep you here. As time goes by I promise you’ll get more freedom.”

You huffed slightly. “Fine…but you’re going to tell me what your job is eventually. And by ‘as time goes by’ you better not mean a century or millennia, cause I’m sure that just feels like a week for you.”

But he was right. He was genuinely putting as much effort as he was willing to to make you as comfortable as possible. The two of you hadn’t had sex since the night he said the two of you could live on earth again. After that he had barely suggested it, and when he did he respected your response. He could see just by that change that you already felt more comfortable around him. Had he known that was what he had to do beforehand he would have been doing this since the beginning.

That’s not to say he didn’t touch you at all. Not even he had that kind of restraint. As soon as he got home all the attention was on you. Kissing you, holding you, playing with your hair, anything he could to get closer to you. And you were strangely okay with it. The fact you knew that it wouldn’t lead to him forcing himself on you was a comfort. And now that you didn’t have to worry about defending yourself at all hours of the day while being in a realm that made you slowly lose your mind, you had more time to actually think about your situation.

A god, an all powerful god was head over heels for you. You. What were the odds? What made you so special? He explained it to you before. How he felt your presence as soon as you were born, watched over you as a guardian angel of sorts until you came of the age where he began feeling romantic feelings for you. He said it's a process all gods go through eventually.

It was a little sick, but what about your situation wasn’t?

As time went by you started getting out of the house more. Going on walks around the edge of the property line, swimming in the pool out back, because of course he added a pool. You came to learn he had a taste for the finer things in life as you got to know him.

That’s really all you could do. You would drive out to the small town at the base of the mountain that you could see from a certain angle but you, of course, weren’t allowed to without him. The few times the two of you did go down there to run some errands he was like a wild animal guarding its recent kill. He glared at anybody and everybody. And god help any poor soul who glanced in your direction in any way he deemed ‘inappropriate.’

It had been around a year of the two of you living together in that house now. You had spoken with your family and friends a total of three times, them all being very worried for you and very suspicious of your ‘boyfriend.’

You’d like to say that you were relatively happy, but you didn’t know if that feeling was just from being free from the situation from before.

You often took walks to clear your mind when it all got too much for you to handle. Sometimes you’d catch yourself thinking too much about all of it and you just needed a breath of fresh air so you’d put on something warm and take a walk through the nippy, thin air of the mountains. Of course staying within the property line.

You got used to the cold air, but today felt…different. You couldn’t place your finger on it but it felt like you were being…watched. Which didn’t make sense because if he was back from his god job he wouldn’t watch you from afar, he would want to be as close to you as possible. You opted to ignore the feeling, thinking you were just being paranoid. But then the wind began shifting in unpredictable ways, but the trees didn’t seem to move at all.

You decided to head back inside.

As you were hanging up your coat you were startled by an unfamiliar voice, making you jump.

“So…the uptight asshole actually found a companion.”

You stared at the stranger in your house. He was skinny, with dark eye bags and dark brown hair. He looked sickly. Who was this person?

“Apologies madam.” He corrected abruptly while bowing sarcastically. “Quirus, your husbands’ estranged brother.”

You mouthed the word ‘husband’ to yourself, it being foreign to your vocabulary when it came to how you viewed your relationship with him.

“I have to say I’m surprised, I didn’t expect you to be a woman, he always did have a preference for men in the past, but most of them have companions that contradicted their taste beforehand.” He began walking around, looking at the house curiously.

“Who the fuck are you?” You demanded, not really knowing what else to say.

“Oh? Did you not hear when I introduced myself? I’m your brother in law! Former God of Chaos, the first to rebel against the status quo of ‘godhood’ whatever that word means.” He explained to you, as if expecting you to have already known this information. “Has he never mentioned me? A shame…I thought he loved me.” He didn’t seem convinced by his own words.

“Why…how…why are you here?”

“Curiosity, unfinished business, the usual-has he really never mentioned me?” He cut himself off as he paced through the room. “He is one to hold a grudge and, believe me, he loves talking shit. Especially about me. I would have thought my name had been thrown around a thousand times with the way he is.”

“He…doesn’t talk much about you or…anyone really-I’m sorry, why are you here again?”

“Really?” He ignored your question. “Curious…”

He paced around the room silently. Seeming to take every detail of the empty walls in. You stood in tense silence, watching him closely, for once praying that the man who took you from your life would come back to save you.

“So…do you-” The door suddenly burst open, your knight in shining armor rushing towards you and standing guard between you and the intruder.

“Ah! There he is! Aanteris!” He exclaimed, seemingly pleased.

“What the hell are you doing in my home?” He demanded, using a tone of voice you had only heard him use once.

“My my…why so defensive?” He raised his hands sarcastically.

“Quirus…” He practically cursed.

“Tell me brother, has your recent…relationship” He said, referring to you. “Made you more sympathetic towards the mortals?”

“Now is not the time Quirus.”

“Oh but it is! Do you know how difficult it is to reach you? You are just always working it seems. And I can’t even enter your realm ever since you banished me so…now is the perfect time to talk about this.”

“About what?” You questioned, looking at Aanteris.

“Nothing darling, just go upstairs.”

“No! No…she is staying right here.” Quirus interjected.

“This has nothing to do with her.”

“It has everything to do with her.”

Now you were scared. You clutched onto Aanteris’s hand as a way to ground yourself. If it wasn’t for the current situation he would be relishing the feeling. But all he was focused on now was getting his brother far away from you.

“I thought all the gods were…cool…with each other?” You asked.

“Not exactly.” Was all Aanteris admitted.

The two were staring each other down, waiting for the other to make the first move. Quirus having an ominous smile spread across his face while Aanteris glared him down, guarding you with his life.

“I’m so sorry, you must be confused.” He was now regarding you. “Tell me, do you know what it is my brother does when he leaves?”

You shook your head.

“My my, keeping secrets from your companion now Aanteris, never took you for being ashamed of your work. I guess the mortals have made you soft after all.”

“Quirus I swear if you don’t get the hell out of my home within the next thirty seconds I will personally see to it that you are imprisoned for an eternity.”

“So aggressive. And for what? She’s just a human, there are millions of others just like her. Last we spoke you told me you didn’t give a damn about any of them.” He accused

“She’s my companion Quirus, it's different.”

“Oh! Yes..it’s ‘different’ just like how it’s ‘different’ for all the others that think mortals are worth preserving.” He let out an exasperated laugh.

“What?” You muttered, looking towards Aanteris.

“I mean. You don’t even see your own companion as an equal. You keep her locked up in here, alone and so desperate for any kind of human affection that she’d rather get it from the immortal god who kidnapped her, rather than not have any at all.”

Aanteris clenched his fists.

“It’s fitting though. You’re whole thing is torture…makes sense you would torture the one you claim to ‘love.’” And that was the final blow.

You didn’t exactly know how to explain what happened next. You didn’t even know how to process it yourself, one second Quirus was there, there was a bright flash of…was it light? And he was gone. Aanteris standing by your side.

The next few minutes were pure chaos. You demanding to know what he wanted and why, and if you were in any danger. Aanteris attempting to assure you that you were safe. You asking what he meant by torture, him begging you to hear him out.

“I’m listening! I’ve been waiting for some goddamn answers ever since we got here!”

He sighed. “Fine.”

And he explained everything to you.

There were fourteen other gods like him, each ruling over their own domain.

His? He was in charge of punishing and rewarding those who weren’t deserving of an afterlife. At first he was just the god of punishment, but then reward got thrown on his palate as well after complications. Quirus was one of the five who deviated from their jobs to go rogue, all for their own reasons. Quiris’s reason was apparently because he didn’t like that he, a god, had to abide by the rules that the others had set in order for the good of the creatures they created. He believes he should be able to do whatever he wants, and when he first deviated, he attempted to get Aanteris to come with him, because apparently before you…he didn’t think much of mortals either, seeing them as lesser creatures.

To him, they were just his job, he was in charge of making sure the ones who deserved to suffer, suffer, and the ones who didn’t, spent their afterlife comfortably and blissfully.

He, of course, was more accustomed with the torture part of it since that was his original job, up until his sister left her duty or reward, leaving it up to him to manage.

He was afraid of your reaction, afraid everything would go back to the way it was once you found out what he did when he wasn’t with you.

“So you…punish…sinners?”

He sighed. “Not sinners, just…bad people. Murderers, racists, pedophiles, all of that. We don’t punish people who, I don’t know, don’t go to church or, have sex before marriage.” He explained.

“Rapists…you said?”

He cringed. “I don’t care what they did, it’s not my job to care, it’s my job to punish them based on the severity of their wrongdoings, which is determined by my sister, the Goddess of Judgment.”

“You dodged the question.”

“My love…please not now.”

“Look, I’m just trying to figure you out okay? First you say you love me, then you rape me, then promise we can live back in Earth, but then you isolate me in the mountains, won’t even tell me anything about you or your ‘family’ until you’re practically forced to, all while asking me not to ‘do this right now.’ Is that correct?” You asked him.

He was silent. Staring off into space while he thought. You could practically see the gears turning in his head.

“I…I suppose I haven’t been completely…fair with you.”

“That’s one way of putting it.” You scoffed.

“Do you not care about what I do at all? I torture people. Sometimes for centuries if they deserve it. How are you not concerned by that?” He questioned, still not fully understanding you.

“Well…like you said, they deserve it. Why would I be concerned about what happens to someone in the afterlife of it’s exactly what they deserve?” You asked retorically.

“That’s not what I meant. I mean…aren’t you afraid of what I’m capable of? What I’ve done and could do? Aren’t you afraid I’ll do it to you?”

“Would you?”

“No…of course not.”

“Then no, I’m not worried, I’m far past the point of being scared of what you’re capable of after the shit I’ve seen you do.”

“You have no idea what I do.”

“Why do you care so much about this?”

“Because-!” He yelled at first, frustrated with himself, before lowering back to a soft tone. “Because I want to understand you. I am mostly clueless when it comes to how humans think and act. I just…I didn’t know how you were going to react once you found out and I just didn’t want things to go back to how they were.” He admitted.

You stared at him. Sometimes you questioned whether or not he actually did love you, if he just thought he loved you and really only wanted to poses you. But you couldn’t help but truly believe he did love and care for you when he said things like that.

“Aanteris. Frankly I don’t care that you torture people who deserve it. So long as I never see that shit and you aren’t hurting innocent people. But at the same time if you want whatever this is,” you said, referencing to the two of you. “Than we need to be able to trust each other. Meaning I trust you to tell me the truth about things, and not keep any secrets, and you trust me to be able to talk to my family and friends, and go into town by myself whenever I want, without you. And you can trust me not to try and run away from you or…anything.”

He stared at you, conflicted. There was a strange pain in his face, an expression you’ve never seen him make before, but you stood your ground, staring at him right back with a demanding gaze.

“Ugh!” He flopped back in the chair, covering his hands with his face. “Nobody told me it would be this stressful to have a companion.” He complained.

“That’s relationships for you honey, so either we trust each other and this can actually work, or I will forever be a slave trapped here by a possessive god who sees her as something to own.”

He looked back at you, irritated. “Fine! Fine…you’re right…I’ve been…selfish and…”

“Possessive?”

“Yes.”

“And unfair.”

“Yes…l

“And-”

“I get it! I get it…”

“You’d been an asshole.”

“Ugh…”

You stood up and made you way over to where he sat, kneeling in front of him.

“Y’know, as much as I hated you before and panicked each time I saw you…I think that we can make this work. ‘Cause I’m clearly incapable of leaving you, but in order to balance out this power imbalance I need my goddamn freedom. I’ll stay with you. Hell, I’ll marry you! But I need freedom.”

He stared down at you with a different look now, a look of shock, and also…was he flustered?

Oh, the marriage comment. Of course that would make him blush.

He had never considered marriage before. Marriage was a human concept, only now is he realizing in order to make this official for you he should marry you. Right now you were his companion, which meant nothing to you, but carried a lot of weight for him. If he married you it would even things out. Just like you wanted. A balance. He suppose he should start there.

But there were other matters he needed to sort out before he could get too excited. Like why his brother was in his home, and why he was bringing up the fight they had from centuries ago now.

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mimina-art-and-adopts · 2 years ago

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Prey: Xenomorph X g/n reader smut

Story description: You enter an abandoned ship after hearing a distress signal, your communications start to fail, meaning you can't contact the rest of your team..but at least you aren't alone

Story length: medium to long

Warnings/contains: afab gender neutral reader, monster fucking (obviously), size difference, stomach bulge, overstimulation, breeding, choking

This is purely self indulgent, I rewatched a couple of the alien films recently and it's about time I wrote about the xenomorphs 💅🏻

Your breath hit the glass of your helmet as you stepped onto the ship cautiously with a few of your crewmates beside you. You looked around, noticing the cool air and the darkness of the ship. All you could hear was the sound of your own heartbeat and the occasional chatter of your crewmates. You all spread out, running different tests and looking into different parts of the ship. After a few minutes you were given the go ahead to take your helmet off, which you were more than eager to. Removing it quickly and hoisting it under you arm, you sighed, breathing in the air of this new planet.

"Don't spread off too far." The captain spoke up, giving everyone a cautious look.

"Yes ma'am." You nodded before following a tunnel, hoping it wouldn't lead you too far away. You technically weren't supposed to head off alone but everybody else was occupied.

Your eyes scanned the dark atmosphere, the curving walls and wet floor. You could see lights at the end of the tunnel, you assumed it was the control room and pushed on. You heard occasional chatters and noises but brushed them off, assuming it was your crew in other segments of the ship. Giving into temptation, you pressed your hand against the wall, feeling the cold surface and curving patterns. A smile grew on your face, you couldn't help but admire the artistry of it, the effort that had gone into making them.

"We only have a few hours until sundown, whatever you're doing..do it quick people." The Captain again.

You acknowledged the comment but continued to push on, wanting to see the source of the light. You'd already walked far from the group, it'd be a treck to get back..but you were certain you had time. It was stupid to not tell anyone where you were headed but you were too determined to get there. More clicking sounds echoed through the tunnel, making your hair stand on end and your stomach churn with fear..and excitement.

"Fuck.." You whispered to yourself as you entered the control room, admiring the craftsmanship of the room. You walked over to the controls panel, eyeing up the green lights and buttons.

Your fear had almost subsided as you were inspecting the panel, your hands brushing against different controls.

"Y/n...----...a lifeform.." A staticky transmission sounded through your comms.

"Please repeat..you're breaking up." You replied, your heart pounding in your chest after hearing your crewmates scared tone.

"I repeat..----...--..incoming lifeform..--..get..-" Their voice was loud, frightened and incredibly broken up.

You grunted, getting frustrated at the poor signal. Going against your excitement to explore the place, you decided to turn around with the plan of heading back to the others..you'd surely be able to contact them if you were closer. You took another look around the room, your chest stinging with disappointment as you turned around. The disappointment quickly turned into fear as you heard another chatter, it was closer, louder....A life form. Realisation sunk in, they were warning you. You frantically looked around, your legs stuck in place as you scanned the room. Nothing.

"Shit!" You shouted, snapping yourself out of it and finally moving. You broke out into a run, your hands firmly wrapped around your helmet.

The entry to the tunnel was in sight, your heart was pounding in your chest, your breathing loud and frantic. You were so close. You felt something catch onto your ankles and immediately you hit the floor with a loud grunt. Pain throbbed through your ankle as you attempted to pull yourself up. Exhausted, you rolled onto your back, hoping the life form wasn't too close by.

"Captain? Captain, this is y/n..I think I might have strained my ankle." You shouted down your mic in hopes for any sort of response.

Complete silence. You almost sobbed, fear and pain going to your head as you laid on the floor, catching your breath. You leaned your head against the ground with your eyes closed. The chatter sounded again. Your eyes shot open and your mouth fell open in a panicked scream. What could only be described as a monster was crawling above you, watching and quickly making its way down to you.

"Jesus Christ.." Your voice cracked as you scrambled to get up again.

You were too slow, and it was too fast. The creature had leaped down and onto you, it's large hands latching onto your body. You writhed and screamed, grasping onto the floor to get away from the beast. It dragged you out of the tunnel, back into the control room you were previously so enamored with.

"Fuck..please!" You screamed, not knowing why you were begging the creature for release..it couldn't understand your words.

You were thrown against the control panel, your back aching as it made contact with the mechanism. The alien placed one hand against your stomach, it's large fingers were all it needed to keep you down. It was enormous, at least double your height and double your strength. You were so intensely frightened by the beast but you still admired it somehow, this was your first encounter with an alien afterall. It was eyeing you up, it's head tilted and mouth occasionally twitching..almost as if it were sizing you up to eat you. It didn't seem to have those intentions however..if it wanted to eat you, to kill you, it easily could've by now. This thought alone made you relax slightly, giving you the confidence to squirm against it's touch again.

"Please..fuck..fuck let me go!" You cried, your hand latching onto its wrist.

The creature opened its mouth, baring it's fangs at you and hissing loudly. You immediately shut your mouth, tensing up again. Your eyes were glued to it's fangs, the saliva dripping off of them and onto your body as it leaned closer. The drool was hot and sticky, making you cringe, but you didn't dare move. It brought it's head close to yours, peering at you, taking in your scent..it was inspecting you. The sound of your own heartbeat sounded in your ears as you watched the beast move, both fear and curiosity coursing through your veins. It clicked it's jaws at you, as if it were approving of you...oh it certainly approved of you.

"..please.." You huffed, your voice whiney and desperate. You still didn't know why you were pleading.

It chattered in response, pulling it's head away again and standing up straight. You felt so incredibly small compared to the creature. You glanced down at it's hand over your stomach and gulped, feeling strangely excited over the way it could keep you down with just one hand. You tried to brush away the arousal, feeling ashamed that you could even think such a thing about the beast. It clicked, smelling you again, it knew. Perfect, you were perfect, just want the creature needed...they didn't need to reproduce this way but it was hungry, needy. The creature ripped through your clothes, making you gasp loudly and clutch at the fabric. The cold air hit you quickly, making goosebumps scatter over your exposed body. You couldn't deny the growing wetness between your legs and your anticipation for the beasts next move. You wrapped your hands around yourself, not knowing what to do..to fight or let yourself get lost in the situation.

"..." You opened your mouth to talk again, before finally realising that it wouldn't help the situation at all.

The xenomorph eyed you up, head tilting and drool falling from its mouth as it stared at you. It's large hand slid down your body and ran over your cunt, making you shiver and gasp. It purred approvingly, the sound vibrating through you. The creature was content with you, it began to change slightly..a phallic shape grew between it's legs, large and hard. You clenched around nothing as you watched, your shame just sinking away as excitement took over. It didn't waste anymore time with you, it grabbed your waist and forced it's cock into you quickly. You cried out, a mixture of pain and pleasure throbbing through you as it buried itself inside you. You were practically begging for your body to adjust.

It pulled your legs up, forcing itself deeper into you, making your stomach bulge slightly. You couldn't help but place your hand over the bulge, feeling the monsters cock fuck into you. It's fingers dug into your hips, claws scratching at your skin. The beast purred and growled, ocassionally opening it's mouth and nipping at you. You were covered in scratches and bites, blood beading at your skin. The pain mixing with the pleasure only edged you on further. Behind the creature, it's tail whipped and thrashed in an excited manner before moving up your body and wrapping around your neck. You gasped, your eyes shutting as you bared your neck at the creature, giving it more access. It rewarded you with a squeeze around the throat and a loud hiss. You were far too lost in the pleasure and it was far too rough for you to do anything but just take it. You were shaking, intense pleasure wrecking your body. Strangled moans and gasps spilled from your lips, the beast pulling ungodly sounds from you.

You were struggling to grasp that this was your first interaction with an alien..you certainly wouldn't be able to tell you crew about this. You were already close, your legs twitching as it fucked into you. The creatures grip on your throat tightened, making you grasp for breath, your hand grabbing onto the tail. You looked up at it with pleading eyes, begging for air. Not wanting to harm it's little mate, the xenomorph loosened it's grip and purred at you, almost apologetically. You admired it's intelligence, feeling far too attracted to the creature. You were pulled from your thoughts by your approaching climax. Your mouth hung open, your eyes welling up as the pleasure became too intense. Choked sobs and moans echoed around the room as the xeno fucked you through your orgasm. Tears were streaming down your face, your hands grasping onto it's wrists for support. It chattered at you, it's tail tightening and loosening around your neck..it was encouraging you, talking you through your high.

The beast itself wasn't far off, it's cock throbbing inside of you. The sensation of your cunt clenching around it was a new sensation to the beast and it was enough to tip it over. It growled, drool dripping onto your bare body as it continued to hammer into you. It pumped it's seed inside of you, still fucking you at the same time, as if it were trying to bury as much into you as it could. You were still coming down, the sensation of it filling you up getting you riled up all over again. The concept of an alien using you as it's mate giving you a ridiculous ego boost and making you unnecessarily horny. Little did you know that the beast could keep fucking you until you were as full as you possibly could be.

The creature paused it's movements, tilting it's head away from you as it heard something. You panicked, knowing it was the crew, and froze. It hissed quietly, unwrapping it's tail from your neck and hooking your legs around it's waist. It's tail curved around your body, supporting you and keeping you in place. You stared wild eyed at it, curious as to the beasts next steps. You were torn between wanting to escape with your crew and staying with it..you didn't really have a choice. The xenomorph climbed up the wall, still buried inside of you, and headed towards a more hidden section of the room. You held your breath, impressed by the creatures strength yet so nervous to possibly be caught by your crew.

"In here...shit.." One of the crew spoke up, kneeling down to look at your shredded clothes.

The creature couldn't care less about the crews presence. It had you pinned against the wall, out of sight and with it's cock still buried in your cunt. It tilted it's head at you, baring it's teeth in a warning manner as it began to move again. You gripped onto the beast, shutting your eyes and trying your best not to make a sound. The whole situation was making you flustered, your body already getting close to yet another climax. You whimpered quietly, earning a warning bite from the xeno. You nodded, acknowledging the warning and placing your hand over your mouth. You could feel it's seed leak out of you, dripping down your thigh. The sensation made you shiver, goosebumps covering your flesh. The creature noticed and just took it as a challenge to fill you again.

After what felt like hours (it was only minutes), your crew finally left, taking your gear with them, questioning what had happened to you. They had assumed you were dead, that the life form had gotten to you..and in a way, it had. The xenomorph was quick to get back to work, it's movements getting quicker and it's tail tightening around your body. You finally let out a shakey moan, the sound echoing around the room. Your body gave in yet again, pleasure shaking through your body as you clung to the xeno. It clicked, eager to watch you cum again and thrusted harder. Your moans were breathy and frequent, your face streaked with tears from overstimulation...you knew you'd be there for a while, for as long as the creature wanted to keep you there.

A/n- I might make a part two or write more xenomorph stuff because 👁️👁️

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