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Little spy

Tobirama x !uchiha reader

Do not read this if you are under 18 years old.

Ignore the mistakes. I'm not a native English speaker.

Warnings: DARK CONTENT; rape; sex against one's will; gang rape; all characters are adults; feud between clans; spy; sneaky Tobirama; bad ending.

It wasn't easy to infiltrate the Senju clan's territory, but you succeeded. By hiding your chakra and pretending to be an ordinary person in need of help, you managed to infiltrate the enemy's hideout. You needed to steal one scroll that contained important information. You didn't know what was in the scroll or why it was so important, but since Madara-sama had entrusted it to you, you had to deal with it without question.

You didn't say your name, you made up another. You made up a story about your house being attacked and destroyed by bandits, but you escaped. They let you into their territory and gave you a roof over your head, but they were still suspicious.

Tobirama Senju was known for his vigilance and caution. The man had been watching you since you first arrived here. And you knew that the scroll you needed was kept in his house. That's why you had to be so careful. You tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, so as not to attract unwanted attention.

You knew your disguise had to be perfect, but even with all your efforts, you couldn't overcome the feeling that Tobirama was reading your every thought. All his attention was on you, his cold gaze penetrating your soul as if he were reading you like an open book. You began to feel nervous, realizing that Tobirama was slowly revealing your true nature. You couldn't hide your chakra concentration for too long, so you had to finish this task as soon as possible and get out of here before you were revealed, or all would be lost.

Tobirama often attended clan council meetings, where major decisions and plans were discussed. You spent days studying the schedules of those meetings to figure out exactly when to slip into his house and find the scroll. Finally, you found the right time to accomplish your task.

You were willing to risk everything to complete your mission. Quietly and carefully, you entered his domain, fearing every rustle and creaking. It was quite quiet, only the faint whistle of the wind could be heard from the open window. Tobirama's house looked modest but organized. With hopeful anticipation, you began to look through the documents, books, and other scrolls. You froze for a moment when you heard a sound in the other room. Your heartbeat accelerated, and you began to listen to every rustle.

Thinking that it was only your imagination, you continued looking for the right thing, not paying attention to anything. Eventually you found what you needed and quickly left the house. You managed to slip out of the camp unnoticed.Rejoicing in your victory, you quickly ran through the forest, out of breath, when suddenly a kunai with an explosive seal flew in front of you and exploded, throwing you a few meters away. You hit a tree and whimpered in pain.

Suddenly, there was a rustle nearby that sent shivers down your spine. You heard footsteps coming toward you. There was tension in the air, and your heart was beating as fast as if it wanted to jump out of your chest.

It took you a moment to realize that Tobirama himself was standing in front of you. You tried to get up, but pain shot through your body and you sank to the ground. Your eyes darted around, trying to find a way out of the situation. Meanwhile, Senju came closer and closer, his cold gaze piercing you like sharp blades.

«Did you really think you could sneak into my house and get away undetected, little spy?» — Tobirama asked sarcastically. The sound of his voice penetrated your ears, making you tense up even more.

«You were sorely mistaken to think you could fool me. You didn't hide your chakra well, you damn Uchiha». — he whispered.

Tobirama had no trouble taking the scroll from you. He gloated that he knew about your spy mission and had been watching you for a long time. Now it was the end of the road for you.

You fucked the hell up.You didn't understand how he got here. You saw him enter the council chamber with the rest of his clan, and you were sure he wouldn't leave for at least the next hour. You had it all figured out, he wasn't supposed to be here, but...

«You're thinking about the fact that I should have been at the council right now, aren't you?» — he asked, as if he'd read your mind. You remained silent, glaring angrily at him, and then he continued. «Actually, you're not wrong. I'm actually there at the moment».

«What?» — You finally raised your voice, staring at Tobirama in bewilderment. What he was talking about, you didn't understand. How could he be both here and there at the same time?

Senju grinned before making a couple of hand motions, folding the seal. White smoke appeared next to him, which soon dissipated, and now there was not just one Tobirama standing in front of you, but three at once. Your eyes widened in surprise. This was the first time you had seen this technique.

«Shadow Cloning Technique,» — he said, looking at his clones. «A personal development of mine. And I haven't used it in combat yet».

You frowned, expecting him to do something. Is he going to attack you? You were annoyed that you could do absolutely nothing to help yourself in this situation. And what's the point of fighting? You failed the mission anyway.

«Are you going to kill me, or are we going to keep talking like this?» — You asked. You wanted to sound confident, not to show your weakness in front of him, but your voice shook anyway.

Senju pulled out his katana and aimed the point at your throat. You realized now that your life depended on his decision. Death seemed more like deliverance than punishment, and you were willing to accept it to avoid further humiliation. But instead of delivering the fatal blow, Tobirama grinningly moved closer to you, knelt down so he could see your face, and whispered.

«I can find another punishment for a pathetic spy like you».

Your heart sank with fear, your breathing quickened, and goosebumps dined across your body. Tobirama tied your hands behind your back, giving you no chance to resist. Real panic gripped you as he reached for the waistband of your kimono and untied it.

«Hey, what the hell are you doing?!» — you exclaimed indignantly, your face reddening with shame and anger. The kimono crept down, exposing your shoulders and breasts. Senju started pawing at your breasts, as if he was evaluating them.

«Stop it! Don't you dare touch me, you filthy Senju...»

Tobirama ignored your insults as he continued to explore your body with his hands, as if it were just the object of his next experiment.

You tried to move away from him, but his strong arms held you in place. His smirk only made you more anxious, and you became fully aware of the situation you were in.

Tobirama spread your legs in one swift movement. His gaze was fixed on your clothed cunt. You tried to close your legs, but he held them firmly with one hand while he used the other to remove your panties. He abruptly flipped you over onto your stomach, putting you on all fours, and pressed himself against you, his cock resting against your ass.

«Did you really think you could get away from me with impunity after sneaking into our camp like a rat?» — He whispered in your ear, causing you to shiver. Senju had already pulled his cock out of his pants and was rubbing it against your pussy.

«No, no! You better kill me, you bastard!» — you screamed, trying to get out from under him.

You didn't want to show your weakness, but from your hopelessness you had already started to cry. Tears rolled down your cheeks, and seeing them, Tobirama only grinned. He wanted to stuff you with his cock so that you would cry harder and realize your mistake of not getting involved with Senju. He would fill you with his cum and send you back to your clan, humiliated and used by the enemy. The perfect punishment for you.

«Bastard! Damn bastard, how dare you...» — You continued to resist.

«Hey, shut her up,» — Tobirama turned to his clone.

Two of his clones stood in front of you. One of the bottoms pulled out his cock, holding it in his hand, and walked over to you. He took you by the chin and forced you to look at him.

«Open your mouth,» — the clone ordered you. You shook your head negatively, and then he forcefully pulled your lips apart and pushed his cock down your throat.

He took you by the hair and began to move up and down on his cock.

The real Tobirama pressed the head of his cock against your cunt and pushed inside without much preparation. You grunted in pain, choking on the clone's cock. He immediately started moving inside you, causing you more pain and discomfort.

His pace was fast, and you couldn't breathe properly. Tobirama held you by the hips, sinful moans escaping from his throat. He fucked you like he hadn't seen a woman in years.

The clone's cock began to throb in your mouth, and you realized that he was about to cum and wanted to pull away from him, but he pressed your head against his groin and cummed down your throat, then with a pop he vanished, leaving behind only smoke. But no sooner had you relaxed than another clone took his place, and he also put his cock in your mouth. You started to move your head yourself, not wanting the clone to yank your hair, causing more discomfort. You squeezed your eyes shut, moving your head up and down on his cock as he moaned in pleasure.

Tobirama continued to move inside you with inexorable force. You felt as if it would never end, and by sheer force of will you held back your screams and sobs.

Approximately ten minutes passed when this clone, too, cummed and vaporized. Finally, the real Tobirama reached his limit. He came out of your exhausted cunt and cum on your back. Wiping his cock on your kimono, he slipped it back into his pants, and got up from his seat.

You collapsed to the ground without strength. Your gaze was blank, hot tears running down your cheeks.

«I'll see you again, little spy,» — he said before he walked away, giving you one last scornful look.

In pain and humiliation, you tried to cope with the consequences of this cruel punishment. You had lost everything: your pride, dignity, and willpower. You had a great hatred for the Senju clan, and especially for Tobirama. You will take revenge on him someday. You will. But right now, you need to think about getting to your clan.

«What am I going to tell Madara...» — you thought as you walked through the dark forest. You didn't know how you would explain it to him. You failed his mission, it would make him very angry.

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やあ~ I understand the idea of nezuko and tanjiro being romantically involved is intriguing, and the first thing people would think of when they think of nezutan, but please hear me out !

nezuko and tanjiro being bound by soul to protect each other and that being seen as a form of marriage. the fear of being romantically involved is there, but "it's not like that" they swear. tanjiro would never dare touch his little sister and nezuko fears her desire to be more intimate with her older brother, and these thoughts emotionally wear at her psyche more than being a demon already does.

"nezuko... i'll always protect you" tanjiro says as he looks into his little sister's eyes. the last relative he has alive. he can't lose her. every time he sees her get hurt... "nezuko, i'll always be here for you." it gets more passionate.

soon, "大好き" turns more passionate as the tone wavers from high and confident to low and dedicated.

their connection is unspoken, hidden, but there. and it scares them as much as it comforts them.

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Every time I see that "toxic codependent siblings are better than toxic codependent lovers" post I immediately go Well, why can't they be both

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okay i’m declaring today weird shameless older brothers day

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🉑 your drama free - inc3st shipping hub

☆ ⋆minors dni｡°✩

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proship labels carry too much drama. i just want to enjoy my fictional siblings. if you want to have a safe chill blog to follow that doesn't engage in drama or post about "fighting back" against it or "pwning the antis" im here for you.

⟢⸝ﾒ my fav ships -

⨳nezutan (KNY)

⨳gyudaki (KNY)

⨳gavincest (AJAA)

yes im traumatized and use fiction to cope, but i am warm towards people who dont have trauma and still enjoy this type of fiction. i love you all. please stay safe.

if you want to be friends, and you are also an adult feel free to DM me.

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Rise from the Ashes

She had no sense of herself – everything was happening as if she was outside herself. She did see Robb though.

i'm no good at moodboards but i couldn't help myself

this is for the amazing story Rise from the Ashes by Janina on ao3

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And with the filters, everything looks better.

it's annoying me so much...🥲

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Inspired by a Taylor Swift song.

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sibcest,

Appassionata 1974 (f/d) (submission)

Hey Shipcestuous. ShipCestFan here. Didn’t see 1974’s “Appassionata” on your list so thought I’d submit it.

TL;DR:

Eugenia, a voluptuous, curious and coquettish young woman, decides to seduce her suave, sophisticated father with the help of her BFF.

DETAILED SYNOPSIS:

(WARNING - NARRATIVE AND GIFs CONTAIN SPOILERS!)

Appassionata is a 1974 Italian film made when morality was IMHO at one of its least restrictive points in cinematic history. And I say that as a good thing because I’m not sure this movie would be made today. Then again? It’s the Italians, so who knows? LOL Thank God for me that the 2 young women looked older than the 17ish year olds they were portraying.

I couldn’t find a rating for the movie, but I would put it at rated-R for strong sexual content, taboo themes like ‘cest, con-noncon, zoophilia dreams (don’t ask…just watch the movie), and nudity. And while that is all well and good, I rather enjoyed this film more for how it flip-flopped, back-n-forth from familial to romantic/sexual between father and daughter. One moment dad is scolding his insolent, 17ish year old teenage daughter for staying out too late or not picking up her mess. The next moment, she’s intentionally flashing him, and he’s willingly taking it in. One moment she’s innocently asking daddy to take her shopping; the next moment, she’s devilishly removing her panties for him.

The tagline for this movie on IMDB is “deep inside every young girl burns the passion of a woman.” IMHO, they forgot to add, “…woman’s desire for her father.” LOL The film basically revolves around two best friends, Nicola and Eugenia, who are on a mission to explore love, romance and sex. And they decide to use Eugenia’s sophisticated father, Emilio, as the object of their affection! Mom suffers from mental health issues, spending most of her waking hours on the piano or in bed or talking senselessly as she scurries about. Emilio, his daughter and her BFF pretty much do as they please.

As was popular with 1970s, Italian films of this genre, there’s plenty of gratuitous nudity and sex (altho I would not put this in the softporn/sexploitation category). The stars of the movie were big names back then, especially the still very beautiful Ornella Muti, who plays Eugenia – then 19 years old.

Among some of the key scenes for shippers are Nicola visiting her BFF’s dad – a dentist – under the guise of having dental work and screwing his brains out on the first visit and each visit thereafter. Meanwhile, the more nubile Eugenia is executing her plan to seduce dad, flirting coquettishly, and in one of the more appealing scenes, teasing her father mercilessly with her body. The look of agony on his face is priceless! One of the other things I like about this movie was that Emilio looks very much like a middle-aged dad. He has a paunch, graying temples, is mustached and seemed too old for having just a late-teenaged daughter. I’d put his age in the film at close to fifty.

The film ends with mom being committed because she has a particularly bad meltdown after discovering dad and Eugenia consensually behaving as more than father and daughter. So Elisa is locked away while Eugenia and Nicola take the opportunity to complete their final seduction of Eugenia’s dad.

Without Elisa around, Emilio calls up Nicola with whom he’s now having a full blown affair. But the viewer gets the sense that Nicola and Eugenia were expecting his call. Emilio picks Nicola up and they head back to his home where she gets to work seducing him. She relaxes him, bringing him a bourbon, lighting a cigarette for him and unbuttoning his stiff collar. Once he’s relaxed and in bed, she disrobes and surprises him with sex. But as the morning sunlight shines through the window, it’s Eugenia who’s lying naked next to her father in bed. The movie intentionally obscured the lovemaking scenes through the night so it’s not quite evident who’s making love with him? Is it Nicola? Is it his daughter? I like to think it was both.

The movie’s closing scene was quite satisfying for me. It shows the girls leaving the house, happily, arm-in-arm while Emilio watches them from a window. The shipper in me wants to believe that ending was communicating their new life, now, as a throuple. But it could just be that the girls satisfied their curiosity. And life for everyone is back to familial normality. Your followers who enjoy these types of movies should watch the movie and decide for themselves on that ending.

Here are some GIFs from the movie with my editorial comments in yellow. I added the white-font subtitles for clarity.

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asoiaf web weaving - jon and sansa + decapitation

Judith Beheading Holofernes, Caravaggio / David with the Head of Goliath, Caravaggio

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I MADE A PROSHIP BINGO CARD!!! yippee yippee yippee :3c

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there’s something devastatingly intimate and healing about spanking as a ritual—not as a punishment.

it happens as frequently as it needs to—namely when your attitude has gotten out of control, and you lash out at him for any and every minor inconvenience. there’s a breaking point when your eyes meet; it’s electric, a tense but silent understanding about what needs to be done. you follow him to the bedroom.

embarrassment makes your skin burn as he strips you nude and drapes you over his lap. but that’s part of the act: the vulnerability; the surrender; the anticipation. a rough but gentle palm smooths over the curve of your ass. you tremble, but hold your breath, preparing yourself to count aloud.

one.

without fail, the first strike takes your breath away. the smarting sting of your flesh reverberates through your limbs, all the way down to your toes. you’re allowed to whimper and whine and yelp and cry; this is a release for you, after all. your lover is here to help you, not break you.

two.

already, tears begin to fill your vision, a pathetic sniffle the only warning you get before they track down your cheeks. each spank hurts—that’s the point, after all. but even through the physical pain, you can feel your inner torment slipping away, yielding to the present.

three. four. five. six.

you continue to count as steadily as you can, each measured smack! pulling a shuddering sob from your lips. the weight of his hand is relentless. your body goes rigid when he makes contact, and the second he pulls away, it’s like the life is sapped from you; you go boneless.

seven. eight. nine. ten.

when it’s over, relief floods your veins. there’s no physical balm more healing than the way he wraps you up in his strong embrace, tucking your head beneath his chin. the soft praises he murmurs against your hair stick with you after this, sustaining you for weeks—though he takes care to remind you every single day:

you did so well. you’re perfect for me. i’m proud of you. i love you.

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⭐️Yandere Husband x reader⭐️

Premise: Your husband really wants kids, but you're not really all for the idea

Warning: Noncon, breeding, fem reader

Minors DNI

You prepared a cute little basket with bread, some homemade jam and a couple of sandwiches along with a delicious strawberry cake you baked just for today! You look up at the playground from where you're sitting, the breeze feeling just right. It's a beautiful day out. Kids playing, people walking their dogs, couples like yourself picnicking. You and your husband have been together for three years and married one. He's the sweetest man in the world and you couldn't feel luckier to be with him. Your mother introduced him to you. He was her close friend's son. His mother and yours just so happen to go to the same knitting class. Although his mother was of a higher class, your mother and his had a lot in common and hit it off right away. Your mother would have buried you six feet deep if you refused to see him, not that you would've. He's handsome, sweet and has a well-paying job. Of course, that's the side of him that he allows you to see.

He begged his mom to introduce you after he saw you sitting on your porch one day when he was picking his mother up from your house. You waved at him and smiled. His heart was about to pop out of his chest. Your beauty was nothing he'd ever even imagined before. Everything about you is perfect. Everything. He asked his mother about you as soon as he drove off. She was more than happy to tell him. She's quite fond of you and would choose you as a daughter-in-law over anyone else. She couldn't be happier that her beloved first son has shown interest in a jewel like you.

He couldn't help but fall even deeper in love when he got to meet with you. Your voice rings bells in his heart and your eyes speak to his soul. He knew from then on that you were made for each other. He would never admit it, but he's absolutely obsessed with you. He would prefer to say that he's in love with you. Dating was smooth. He quickly proposed as soon as an appropriate amount of time passed. It couldn't come soon enough to him. You're so sweet and understanding. So thoughtful and intelligent. You share interests and when you don't, you make the effort to try. So does he, of course. You're so perfect.

Once married, he was happy to go to work and come back to your loving embrace. He'd rather die than have you support yourself. Anything you want, anything you need is yours. You don't even have to ask, your husband is very observant. You might mention something in passing that he'll overhear. Something small, something you didn't even put a lot of focus into, but he'll remember. He'll remember and he'll get it for you as soon as possible. He'd do anything...and that means anything. If anyone made you cry, he'd comfort you...before beating them unconscious. Getting his hands dirty is a small price to pay for you. But dear god, if anyone dared to lay a finger on you... well...consider them gone. Consider them erased actually. Consider the fact that they won't be bothering anyone ever again. Consider people closely associated with them being severely injured.

He's a ray of sunshine. You love him and he loves you. He loves you very much. You've never had any serious arguments. The two of you got along so well that there weren't any disagreements, but there were, he'd just fold and let it go. The only problem is that now that you're married, he wants kids, but you're not ready. You've never been very good with kids. They make you anxious. The sticky fingers, their delicate little heads, the fact that they could become psychopaths if you don't raise them properly. Not to mention how expensive and time-consuming they are. You spend all that time and energy on them and get almost nothing in return. Don't even get you started on the effects it'll have on your body.

There's just too much that could go wrong and besides, you just font feel like you're mature enough to have a kid of your own when you still feel like one yourself. You're not ready to raise a human being. There's so much you want to do, want to explore and you can't do that with a baby. Your husband on the other hand is great with them. He's the eldest brother of six so he's used to taking care of kids. At birthday parties, you can find him carrying three kids at a time, one over his shoulders and two in his arms, even the older ones, which doesn't surprise you because he's built big and strong. Must've eaten his vegetables when he was a kid, you snicker, inwardly. Your husband pokes you every time he sees a cute video of a baby on his phone like a boy asking his parents for a puppy. "Just watch! Aren't they cute!? (Yyyy/nnnn)!" He sticks his phone in your face and makes you watch a bunch of videos. He has a severe case of baby fever.

You look over at your fiance. He's looking out at the swing set with a dreamy look on his face. A little boy is pushing his younger sister and they look like they're having a blast. You cringe, knowing your husband is gonna bring up the baby talk again when you get home. Just then, you feel a light tug on your dress and look over to see a little girl around the age of 4, wobbling on her feet, looking up at you. You at least try to be good with kids. "Hey, what are you doing?" You laugh nervously. You know you're in for it now. You can feel your husband's intense gaze on the back of your neck.

"...Mama said that if I'm good, I can have cake. I was good today, so can I have some,...please?" You look up to see a woman face palming and yelling at her daughter to come back and stop bothering the nice lady. You smile at her mother, letting her know it's okay. "Well you asked so very nicely, how can I say no?" You cut a small slice and plate it for her. You give her the plate, but she just looks up at you with puppy dog eyes. "I...I always let Mama feed me," she says as fiddles with her fingers nervously. So adorable. You look up at her mother, who seems to be busy dealing with one of her other kids and decide to give her a break. Although this is breaching your comfort zone, you just can't say no to that face.

You pick up a fork and begin feeding her. You just know your fiance has the most love-struck look on his face, if you were looking at him, you'd be able to see big hearts in his eyes. You peek over at him to see just that and roll your eyes. "Mm so yummy! Thank you miss!" She gets on her tippy toes and kisses you on the cheek. You must admit that was adorable, but your opinion remains firm. No kids. No way. You still have plenty more reasons not to have any so cuteness is not enough to sway you. The little girl waddles away back to her mom. You don't want to turn around. You sigh and look at your husband to see he is still swooning.

"Oh my god! That was beautiful. You be such a good mom!" He coos. You groan. "We talked about this so many times, honey. You know how I feel about kids," you pout, folding your arms. You could've sworn you saw his eyebrow twitch like he was upset. "You'd be great, I believe in you. I just know it," he beams. Oh, he's not mad. Must've been your imagination. You roll your eyes. He didn't listen to a word you said though. You love him so much, but he's a brick wall when it comes to things like this. He's been on your ass quite literally about kids ever since you got married. "I need more time," you say, looking away from his pouting face. He was a bit gloomy for the rest of your outing after that. Last night, you misplaced your birth control pack. You were worried about it, but you just brushed it off and decided to take two the next night when you do find them.

Soon, your picnic comes to an end and you head home. He's on you as soon as you shut the door, kissing you passionately. You return the gesture, hugging him close. "Don't take your birth control tonight," he whispers huskily in your ear. You stop and push his chest. He takes a step back and looks down at you, eyebrows furrowed. "We literally just talked about this! Respect that I don't want any dumb kids!" You shout. You expect him to apologize, to get on his knees and beg for forgiveness like he always does when he's in the wrong. Then he'd go and get you flowers, and cook for you, but this time, he looks down at you rage evident in his expression. He looks really pissed. You shrink in your spot. What?

"You're being ridiculous, (y/n)! It's time for you to grow up! You're old enough to be a responsible mother so stop acting like a child. I can support the both of you easily. You don't have to lift a fucking finger, just have my child already. I've been so fucking patient with you. My mother and yours have been asking us where their grandchild is. What the fuck do I tell them? I'm wondering too! I've been waiting for you to change your mind and be reasonable, but you're really getting on my nerves now," he grits his teeth as he finishes his sentence. Each sentence felt like a stab to your heart. He's never said such cruel words to you or even cruel words in general before. Your husband hasn't so much as insulted you. You never could've imagined your husband had this side to him.

He gripped your arm and began dragging you upstairs. "Hey! S-Stop! Stop it!" You cry, holding onto the stair rail. He looks back at you. That was the last fucking straw. You hear a loud clap and your head turned. Huh? Your cheek stings? Tears begin to well in your eyes as you hold your reddening cheek. He takes the time to pull you the rest of the way up and into the bedroom. He sets you on the bed and locks the door, taking his clothes off right there, his well-built figure casting a shadow over you. You begin sobbing in your place on the bed, covering your face with your hands. He walks over and gently hugs you, rubbing your back. You push at him, but he keeps you still pressed to his body. "Stop that," he whispers in your ear. His voice is commanding yet gentle, but you ignore him and continue fighting his hold. "That's it. I'm so tired of you acting like this. It's time you give me what I deserve, a family." He grips your dress and violently rips it off you, leaving you in your bra and panties. You've had sex before, but never like this. This is the first time your eyes held fear while looking at your husband.

He shoves you back onto the bed, climbing over you and trapping you beneath him, smiling. He traces a finger from your collar to the center of your bra, where it stills before ripping it off you. You know better than to scream so you whimper as he throws it to the side. He places a hand over your breast, squeezing it painfully. You grab his wrist, trying to pry it off. "You are gonna be a great mommy. Can't wait to watch these fill up with milk." His face takes on that dreamy look again. "Seeing you today in the park confirmed it. You're more than ready." You feel his cock rubbing your thigh. He yanks your panties down your legs, tossing them into the forgotten corner with his clothes and yours. With his other hand and rubs your pussy. You whine and struggle under him, but you know you're no match for him. He spreads your thighs open and lodges himself between them, his cock rubbing up and down your fold, taunting you. "I love you...so much," he says before slowly entering you. You are NOT having a fucking baby. You'll take your birth control and that'll be that. He smiles down at you, knowing what you're thinking and bucks his hips. He laughs like he knows something you don't, but the idea is completely lost on you.

He bottoms out, moaning as he does. He rubs the bulge in your stomach lovingly. "I want a big family, honey. Make me a daddy. Let me breed you," he says, rutting into you. Even though he's being so rough, it feels so damn good. He picks up your thighs and pressed them down beside your head, squishing your cervix with his cock. Your tongue rolls out your mouth as your eyes roll into the back of your skull. He kisses your neck and cheeks, giving you soft praise. "I knew you'd be good for me. Such a good little wife and soon to be mommy. You're gonna look so cute stuffed with our baby. God, I fucking love you," he chants as he rams into you again and again, your brain is far too clouded by the feeling of him spearing your guts to understand him.

You dig your nails into his back as continues bruising your poor cervix. You let out a choked whine. "It's ok, honey, you can cum. I'll allow it." As if on command, you do. He kisses your lips passionately, quickening his pace. Moans leave your mouth each time he pounds into you, the air and sound being forced from your lungs each time on impact.

His fists curled in the sheets, his eyes clenching. He slams his hips to yours, your body being forced farther before he grabs your hips and forces you back. He grunts as he cums deep inside you, your stomach filling to the brim with his seed. He sighs and kisses your cheek. You breathe heavily, waiting for him to get off, but he doesn't. He just starts going again like he didn't just fill your guts up.

"W-Whah?" You whine. "I need to make sure my seed takes, darling. We'll be doing this until I say we're done so don't complain now." You can tell by his tone that he's daring you to try something. You just clench your eyes and keep taking him. You're so bloated with cum. He's never been like this before, always stopping when you wanted to and treating you like porcelain. Now he's grabbing you and fucking into you like he's been holding back for years, which you now think he has. Your eyelids begin drooping after the sixth time he forced you to cum. You can't keep them open and he notices. "It's ok, take a nap. Warning, I'm not stopping. I guess I tired you out," he laughs.

You wake up to him hugging your back, spooning you. You look at your alarm clock. It's been hours and judging from the still-wet cum all over your thighs, he only stopped recently. You slowly and very carefully slip out of his hold and off the bed. You feel a soreness like never before in your stomach and almost fall to the floor. Oh god, your uterus. More cum slips out of you as you walk to your vanity. You open a couple of drawers where you think your birth control might be, but it's not there. Where could it be if not in your vanity!? You look around frantically, but you still can't find them! You begin looking everywhere. You check the bathroom cupboard, opening it slowly so it doesn't creak and wake up your crazy husband. It's not in there! You look down to see the crumpled package in the trash. You pick it up to see it empty. Every single slot, even the pink period pills. You begin tearing up as you see there are tiny white specs by the sink. No! He washed them away! How could he!? You clutch the sink as you stare at the empty package. You feel a presence creep up behind you. You look up in the mirror to see your husband right behind you, looking down at you with disdain.

"I knew you were going to take them after I told you not to so I got rid of them last night." He planned this!? "Let's go back to bed...Common," he says tiredly and grabs your arm, forcing you back into bed with him, your back to his chest. You feel his cock harden and you try to inch away, but he grabs your hips and rubs his cock up and down your folds before jamming it inside you until he bottoms out. You whimper with your hands over your mouth, knowing that if you annoyed him while he was tired, you'd get in real trouble. He lazily humps into you, rubbing your bulging tummy from behind you, his lips kissing your head. You pass out later from exhaustion.

You wake up to find him not in bed. You take the chance to get up and throw on a sweatshirt and sweats. You grab your wallet and sprint out of the room and down the stairs, ignoring the painful limp he gave you and the soreness in your poor tummy. Your wrist is caught mid-air..." Where the fuck do you think you're going, honey?" He asks, his sweet smile contrasting the bone-crushing grip he has your wrist in.

"O-Oh! Um...we...need-" He cuts you off in the middle of your lie, yanking your wrist and forcing you closer to him. "You were going to go kill our baby." You've never seen such darkness in his eyes. "Well, you can't. I won't allow it. The doors have new locks just for you, love. You're not going anywhere." He smiles down at you, that same handsome face you love, but now come to fear. You gulp as he leads you into the kitchen where he prepared a beautiful breakfast.

You soon accept what's to happen. Your husband is a loved man. Loved by all. His family, your family, his job, the community, everyone. Your husband is often described as charismatic, funny, helpful and friendly. If you told anyone of them what he's done to you, they'd call you a liar without hesitation or even better, take his side, agreeing that it's time you give him a child because it's your duty as his wife to do at least that for him. Be a little grateful for all he does. Providing for you and taking care of you. You'd rather keep your mouth shut. Nothing good can come of telling anyone. It only took a few days of brutal fucking till you woke up early in the morning feeling nauseous and ran to the bathroom, him hot on your tail, ready to hold your hair back as you emptied your stomach into the toilet. You sob as you hug your knees on the bathroom floor. He got on the floor with you, wiping your tears with his thumbs and holding your face. He smiles wide and hugs you tightly. "Yes! (Y/n)! I'm so proud of you! We're having a baby! I love you!"

Yandere husband with pregnant reader head cannons:

- You're allowed out of the house after a while of proving your obedience! Hooray! With the exception that he has to be there, of course. A man flirted with you a bit while you were shopping and your husband was within earshot. You still cringe when you remember the sound the man's nose made as your husband punched him. It took three security guards to get him off the guy.

- Your husband makes you eat so much! "Sit down and finish your food. You're eating for two, remember!? Or did you forget?"

- Paints the baby's room with non-toxic paint and will not let you help or hold anything. "No, it's too dangerous, (Y/n). Sit back down, I've got this, ok?"

- Spares no expense for you and the baby. Buys everything people recommend to him

- Watches youtube videos for things he needs to watch out for during your pregnancy

- Does pregnancy stretches with you and won't take no for an answer. "It's good for you and the baby so get to it! I'll do them with you so we look silly together!" You both still have a fun time.

- You once dropped a book on the floor and your husband burst through the wall to get to you, leaving a cartoon cutout of himself and all. "WHATHAPPENDAREYOUOK!?" He shouted all in one breath. You assured him that you were just fine and that you'd only dropped a book, but he still cradled you in his arms crying.

- Cooks all your meals and cuddles you every single night.

- You being pregnant does not mean he stops fucking you, no. He's just a lot more gentle with you.

- Has everything about your pregnancy and birth planned to the exact detail, even when you'll have the next one.

- He rubs his face against your tummy and kisses it, singing to the baby.

- Do you need to get up? "Here, take my arm...actually...I'll hold you!"

- He picks up the phone on the first ring...and you better too or he's racing home.

[nezumylove]

“She’s your future queen” — House of the Dragon, S01E07

Dreamy Helaena Targaryen