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eternal-evergreens · 12 days ago

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｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧"Into the looking glass - III"｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+*⁠.⁠✧

Part I Part II Part III Part IV

Post format: Multipart series

Pairing: Yandere!Male!DoL x Fem!Isekai!Reader

Word count: 5.1k

Synopsis: You gain the chance to wake up in the world of one of your favorite games. Unfortunately, the 'favorite game' happens to be one about rape, violence, and stalking. Not only that, but the game seems to be rigged against you. All you want is to find a way home and put this all behind you, but is that even possible...?

Warnings: Sexual Assault, Attempted Non/Con, Drugging, Attempted Kidnapping, Stalking

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No, no. Not happening. Never.

You need money. But you won’t get it through unscrupulous means. You still have your morals, and you’ll abide by them. That’s why you saved Kylar. That’s why you’d save him again, should it happen in the future.

You push the thought out of your mind and exit the temple. As you pass by Danube Street, a thought hits you.

The spa. Why haven’t you been working at the spa?

It’s not really an early-game option due to the stat checks required, but those shouldn’t be a problem for you. With your hand skill at C by default and your beauty over the max, working as a masseur is as simple as walking up and asking for work.

You head over and ask for work, and the lady at the front desk takes one look at your hands and gasps. Her bored demeanor quickly melts away into an excited one as she quickly shows you the ropes. You get the basics down pretty quickly and soon take your first client, a trim woman who looks to be in her early 30s.

“Hello, I’ve not done this before. Do I just lie down?” That makes two of us, you think to yourself.

“That’s right! Just lie down, and I’ll take care of the rest,” you say, smiling. The trim woman seems reassured and quickly lies down on the table. You get to work on her shoulders and neck first, cautiously looking for knots and tension as you knead her muscles. The woman relaxes under your touch and begins to make small talk. She tells you about her family, how her kids are both bright young boys, and her husband brings her flowers every month. She seems really happy. -Trauma -Stress

She leaves you a tip. You make £75.

Your next client is less friendly, but you manage to massage her without incident. She leaves you a tip. You make £80 and decide to take a break, feeling a little worn out from standing on your feet for nearly two hours straight. After fifteen minutes, you get up and head back into the spa, where you take on another two clients. They both leave tips, and you make £120. The spa closes after that, and you head outside.

Someone throws a water balloon at you from a nearby car, soaking your shirt and leaving it near-invisible. You hear cheers as they speed away, leaving you soaked out in the open. +Stress

You look around, but luckily, no one is around to see your predicament. You cover yourself with your arms as best as you can and head home. You take the alleys to avoid passersby seeing you, walking quickly in hopes of getting home sooner. You don’t watch where you’re going and end up walking right into someone.

“Watch where you’re going, you—!” You look up, about to apologize, when you see icy blue eyes staring back at you. It’s Whitney, his face, only inches from yours, changes from anger to a smug smile.”Well, what do we have here? A slut all out on her own?” Whitney’s friends giggle.

“Why is she walking around so exposed?” One delinquent asks. “Is she a pervert?” They giggle, crowding around you.

“I wanna get a picture!” Soon, all the delinquents are pulling out their phones. Suddenly torn between the desire to cover your face and your chest, you end up hiding behind the thing closest to you, which ends up being Whitney. He seems taken aback but soon wraps an arm around you protectively. +Love

“Fuck off,” he says, arm still around your waist. “Get your own slut.” The others seem disappointed but comply regardless. When everyone’s phone has been put away, Whitney releases you and shrugs off his jacket.

“Can’t fuck a sick person,” he says, throwing his jacket over you. “Make sure to give it back. Now fuck off.” He shoves you out of the alleyway, leaving you stunned. Did that really just happen?

You check your phone.

Whitney The Bully Whitney wants to own you. Fascination: 50% Love: 5% Devotion: 0% Dominance: 40% Jealousy: 0% Lust: 100%

You walk home with his jacket wrapped around your shoulders. It smells like smoke.

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It is Thursday, the 8th of September, 2022. -It has been 4 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £729 Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You feel cold Fatigue: You are alert Stress: You are calm Trauma: You are uneasy Control: You are insecure Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged

After waking up and finishing your morning routine, you go to Robin’s room and play video games with him for an hour. Some of the games remind you of those you used to play back home. +Love -Trauma +Stress

“It’s almost time for school,” he says. “Do you want to come with me?” You smile and nod. Robin stands up from the bed and puts his controller away. He holds the door open for you as you leave, and you notice a faint blush on his cheeks as you pass. You swear you saw him glance down. +Lust

You’re suddenly reminded that you’re in a yandere game and that Robin is a target character. ++Stress

You grimace as you round a corner and resist the urge to cover your butt as Robin walks behind you. Your skirt is so short he can probably see your underwear as you walk. +++Stress

You see Bailey holding a mousy girl by the arms, a bundle of rope in his other hand.

“You owe me £200 this week,” he says. The girl is holding back tears but still manages to keep a strong look about her. Robin looks away. The other orphans do the same. They all look…resigned. You step forward.

“I’ll pay,” you say. “Let her go.” Bailey raises an eyebrow but releases the girl. You hand over the £200 without fuss. It’s only after parting with the money that you remember you could have just pepper-sprayed him and gained some catharsis. You don’t really need to be stingy with it, after all. Bailey counts the money and leaves, leaving the mousy girl to dust herself off.

“Thank you,” the mousy girl says. “I was really scared.”

“Will you be okay?” You ask her. She nods. She seems genuinely okay.

“Yes, thanks to you. I promise I’ll pay you back for this,” she says, running off.

“You don’t have to!” You call out after her, but she’s already gone.

You did a good thing today. -Trauma -Stress

“That was really impressive,” Robin says. “It’s not often people stand up to Bailey.” You shrug, and Robin cracks a smile. +Love

You and Robin chat on the way to school, mostly about the games you played earlier. There’s a certain glint in his eyes when he looks at you that wasn’t there before. You have to suppress a shiver every time you accidentally meet his gaze. +Stress

“I just don’t understand why they’d make a tutorial so difficult,” Robin says, shaking his head. “Maybe-” He’s cut off by something, eyes widening. You follow his gaze and see two hooded figures approaching rapidly from the alleyway you just passed. You reach for your pepper spray as the figures get closer, unhooking it from its keychain and holding it at the ready.

“It’s her,” one says. You waste no time and spray them both, then grab Robin’s arm and sprint to safety with him. ++Crime (Assault) ++Crime (Assault) +Stress +Fatigue

You don’t stop running until you reach the school gates and are safely behind them. You and Robin pant heavily as you struggle to come down from the adrenaline.

“Where did you get that?!” Robin whisper-yells.

“A kid in my English class makes them,” you say at a normal volume. Robin’s look of concern only grows, and he spends a few minutes lecturing you on the dangers and illegalities of pepper spray. You mostly tune him out.

The bell rings, finally putting an end to Robin’s monologue, and you head to class. You focus on the lesson, and Sirris calls you up to the front of the class. A student uses a ruler to flash your panties to everyone. To make matters worse, Sirris wanted you to undress for the demonstration. You comply, feeling humiliated as the class leers at your body. +++Stress

The bell rings, and you rush out of the classroom. You feel your heart pounding in your chest as you walk. Your ears are ringing, your heartbeat is too loud, the world is spinning, and—

It’s all too much for you. You pass out.

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It is Thursday, the 8th of September, 2022. -It has been 4 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £529 Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You feel cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are distressed Trauma: You are uneasy Control: You are insecure Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged

You wake up with something soft yet firm under your head and Sydney right above you.

“You’re awake!” He says. “I was worried. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I brought you back to the library.” “Not the nurse?” You say, getting up. You realize that you’ve been lying on Sydney’s lap. Sydney looks sheepish.

“I didn’t think of that,” he says, not meeting your gaze. He looks genuine, but you get the feeling he’s not being honest. +Awareness

Sydney insists you stay with him for another ten minutes so he can monitor your condition. When you ask about going to the nurse again he makes an excuse of not knowing if you’re good to walk. You decide not to push it any further and spend the next ten minutes chatting with Sydney. When the ten minutes are up, he looks hesitant to let you go but relents regardless. +Love +Lust -Sydney’s purity

By the time you leave, it’s already lunch. You missed two classes. ++Deliquency

Feeling stressed from everything, you decide to sit alone in hopes of relaxing. You should have known better, however, as a group of students soon come by to make your day harder. The second they start jeering at you, you unhook your pepper spray and blast them all in the face. ++Crime (Assault) ++Delinquency +Status

The students are screaming and hurling insults, but the ringing in your ears makes it impossible to hear them. You finish your lunch in silence.

You spend the rest of school zoning out, hoping your stress will subside. It works, kind of.

You have detention, but you don’t feel like going. Considering all the shit you pulled today, Leighton is probably going to take off your clothes and smack you or something. You don’t have good enough grades to know where the tunnel from school is, so you walk out the front. Leighton tries to stop you, but you pepper spray him. ++Crime (Assault) ++Delinquency +Status

A group of students say they’re going to the lake. You could use a change of scenery. You join them. +Status

Hanging out at the lake is fun enough. No one tries to grope you after what happened at lunch, so you end up having a somewhat enjoyable time.

Then they start bullying another student, who thankfully isn’t here to listen to them shit-talking them, and what little fun you were having quickly melts away. You stand up and walk away, deciding to go for a swim instead. You think about retrieving the lichen for your science project but push the thought out of your mind.

You swim for about an hour, and when you exit the water, the sun is already beginning to set. Your fellow classmates are still hanging out, but you don’t really feel like joining them, so you put on your clothes and go for a walk, planning to head back after you’re done.

You hear a bullet firing from afar. Something is hunting you.

Fuck. You whip around, trying to locate the source of the bullet. You heard it shoot from behind you, but you don’t see anyone. Going back the way you came might mean running straight into their arms. You glance around one last time, but a second gunshot has you running on your feet in no time.

You dash through the woods, not bothering to look behind you as the gun fires off in the near distance. You don’t think they’re shooting at you, and running zig-zag like you were taught as a kid just means slowing down. So, you run straight ahead with no clear plan in mind. You unhook your pepper spray again (you should probably thank Kylar), just in case, but you don’t know how much good it will do in a gunfight. Still, something is better than nothing, so you hold onto it, keeping it close to your chest as you run, run, run.

Your foot hits something strange and loses balance. You don’t even have time to process it until you’re lifted upside-down by your heel, face to inverted face with a plant person.

“I caught one!” The plant girl exclaims. “This one’s wearing lacey panties!” You spray her, and she falls, her vines releasing you instantly. It’s only when you see sap pouring out from a hole on the side of her head that you hear the gunshot and realize it wasn’t you that took her down.

“Got you,” Eden says, a hand on your shoulder. You try to turn around, but the second you move, you’re on the ground, nose pressed into the soil, and arms pinned behind you in a painful grip. You feel your pepper spray being torn from your hand and thrown next to a bush.

Shit. Shit!

He’s got you in a submission hold. There’s nothing you can do but go along with it and wait for an opportunity. It takes everything in you not to thrash and scream against his hold, but you know that would only make things worse. Eden runs his hand down your back, stopping when he gets to the hem of your skirt. He flips it up, taking a moment to admire it before giving it a light slap. You jump when he hits you, though it’s more about the surprise than the pain.

“You’re hurting me!” You cry, trying your best to sound helpless. “Please let go!” You weakly struggle against his grip for good measure.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” he says, voice gruff. “Can’t do that. You’ll run away.”

“I’ll be good! I’ll be good! Please, please, let me go!” You wiggle around, pretending this is as much strength as you can muster up. Eden leans down and studies your expression for a moment. You can feel the outline of his cock on your back as he leans down to look at you. The scrutiny in such a position is near-unbearable, but he releases you without a word.

You force yourself to be still for a moment, not to do anything that would alert him. Then, slowly, you turn around and, mustering up every bit of courage you have, lean up and kiss him. He seems taken aback but soon reciprocates the gesture. You press into him, stroking and massaging his skin as you cautiously lean him back into a more desirable position.

Though it costs you your dignity, you’re eventually able to get on top of him, grinding against him through his pants as you lower him to the ground. When you’ve got him completely below you, and you’re straddling his hips, you break the kiss and pull yourself up.

“I think it's time we get rid of these,” you say, grabbing your panties and lifting your hips, then swaying them suggestively. You shift your weight to one knee and lift your other leg up, then, in a sudden, adrenaline-charged burst of speed, you throw yourself off of him and stagger to your feet. You kick him in the crotch and run towards the bush where your pepper spray landed.

Eden catches your foot, and you nosedive towards the ground. You fall, but pepper spray is just within reach. You grab it and go limp. Eden drags your body closer to his, and you use it as an opportunity to spray him. He grabs his eyes and recoils, and you quickly gather yourself and run back the way you came.

Your clothes snag on bushes and branches as you run, but you pay it no mind as you force yourself to run. You can’t hear anything but the wind in your ears, so you have no idea if Eden is chasing you or not.

Silly you, it shouldn’t have been Eden you were worrying about.

You feel yourself hit the ground before you even register being knocked down. There’s a growling above you and two hands on either side of your body. You twist around, barely even registering the wolf ears and sharp teeth of the man on top of you. You spray him, and he staggers back. You rush to your feet and keep running until you’re safely out of the forest. Your clothes are practically in scraps by the time you’re out, and at this point, you think it’ll be cheaper to just buy new clothes instead of fixing them.

Then, it hits you. The pain and exhaustion.

You drop to your knees, suddenly aware of every scratch, scrape, and bruise you acquired while running through the forest, suddenly aware of the strain on your muscles from the fatigue. You stay sitting for a few minutes, waiting for your muscles to stop hurting or for you to stop caring. When you notice the sun is starting to set, you pull yourself up and drag yourself back home, where you run a bath and then go straight to bed.

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It is Friday, the 9th of September, 2022. -It has been 5 days since the game started. -The game started in autumn. -It is autumn. -School term Finishes on Friday the 2nd of December. Current Funds: £529 Pain: You are upset Arousal: You feel cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are distressed Trauma: You are nervous Control: You are anxious Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged

You get up and check your socials on your phone.

Excellent Good Decent Okay Poor Bad Terrible Primary relationships: Robin The Orphan Robin wants to be your best friend. Fascination: 100% Love: 5% Devotion: 30% Lust: 40% Confidence: 0% Trauma: 0% Jealousy: 5% Whitney The Bully Whitney wants to own you. Fascination: 50% Love: 10% Devotion: 0% Dominance: 40% Jealousy: 0% Lust: 100% Kylar The Loner Kylar is obsessed with you. Fascination: 100% Love: 9% Devotion: 55% Jealousy: 55% Lust: 90% Sydney The Faithful ? Sydney is conflicted. Fascination: 70% Love: 8% Devotion: 25% Purity: 20% Jealousy: 0% Lust: 70% Avery The Businessman Avery thinks you’re cute. Fascination: 55% Love: 1% Devotion: 0% Jealousy: 0% Dominance: 0% Lust: 30% Rage: 0% Eden The Hunter Eden wants you back. Fascination: 80% Love: 0% Devotion: 0% Jealousy: 0% Dominance: 0% Lust: 100% Black Wolf The Alpha Black Wolf wants to see you again. Reputation: The police consider you a person of interest, and have enough evidence for an arrest. The atmosphere in the orphanage is calm. You are considered a normal student by teachers. Your fellow students desire you. Lust: 100% Status: 60% Sex: Unknown. Prostitution: Unknown. Rape: Obscure. Beastiality: Unknown. Exhibitionism: Obscure. Pregnancy: Unknown. Combat: Low-key. Kindness: Obscure. Business: Unknown. Socialite: Unknown. Overall: Notorious. The townsfolk call you Darling. Those in the criminal underworld call you Darling.

Your eyes hover over your police reputation. You sigh. You’ll have to visit Landry after school. You throw your covers off of you and climb out of bed, groggily going to your wardrobe.

Right. Your clothes got torn. You pick up an undamaged skirt and shirt, tossing the tattered garments into the trash. You put on your clothes and pick up your bag, not bothering to stop by Robin’s room this morning. You take a bus to the shopping center, where you do what you should have done on day one: buy clothes that actually cover you. You browse for a few minutes, looking for something as pervert-proof as possible. You settle on a school blouse, shorts, a sports bra, suspenders, and a pair of work boots.

The shorts provide you protection against people lifting your skirt, the suspenders (which you’ll have to sew on) keep you from being pantsed, the sports bra can’t be unclipped and provides support in case you need to run, and the work boots will help you keep your footing when you need to go to the moor or the woods.

You buy what you’re wearing as well as a few backups of the shorts and shirt, totaling £215. You pay and leave, arriving at school just in time for your science class. Today’s Friday, so you have a chance to improve your grades if you do well on the tests.

The lesson pace is a little different from usual. It’s just a review of everything you’ve learned this week. Nothing new is being covered, so you don’t bother to take notes. Not that you’ve had any time to study your notes since coming here.

The test is easy enough, despite your terrible study habits, and you manage to improve your grade to a D. -Stress

The rest of the day continues similarly, and soon you have D’s all across the board. --Stress

You go to the pub after school, looking around for a thin man or woman with black hair and a grey sweater. You feel a hand on your shoulder and turn your head. It’s a tall man you’ve never seen before. He’s covered in tattoos.

“You’ve been busy,” he says, booze on his breath. “Don’t think I don’t recognize you. You’re the talk of the town. Bit surprising not seeing you being fucked raw, though.” His grip on your shoulder tightens. “I reckon it’s time I got my slice of the pie. You like it rough, right? That’s what I’ve heard. Come ‘ere, sweetheart.”

“Am I interrupting?” You hear a man’s voice, and the tall man’s hand on your shoulder loses it’s grip. You look over to see the face of your savior and realize it’s the very person you were looking for. Your face shifts to one of relief. -Stress

“Yeah,” he says. “Piss off.”

“I recognize you.”

“You should, I come here more often than I-”

“March 3rd, 2009. Nightingale Street.” The tall man pales. “So you know what I’m talking about. I wasn’t there myself, but I’ve heard the stories. You were the talk of the town.”

The tall man stutters. “Y-you’re not with the fuzz. You won’t turn me in.”

“You don’t know that. And either way, we both know you’re not hiding from the police. So how about you let her go, and I won’t tip off the Elk about your latest haunt.” The tall man looks at you, then Landry, then you again. Landry smiles. He throws his hands off of you.

“Fine. Shit, fine. You her lover? You picked a damn slutty one.” Landry waits until the man is out of earshot before turning to you.

“Come with me,” he says. “I want to talk to you in private.”

“Reputation isn’t always a good thing,” Landry says as you sit down. “Word’s spread about you. You’re notorious. That’s why that drunkard went for you. You remember what he said, right?”

“I haven’t even done anything,” you say.

“No, but you’re pretty while doing it,” Landry retorts. “Not hitting on you,” he says.

“Thanks?”

“It’s not a good thing. You attract attention wherever you go. Where a normal person might have to fuck a hundred people to start getting known as a slut around town, you’d only have to fuck one.”

“Oh,” you say, slinking in your seat. “So, what can I do?”

“I think I can help you,” he pauses. “Well, not me. But I think I know someone. This orphan at the home on Domus Street. A computer whiz. Mickey, or McKay, something like that. Best hope is to find this orphan. If you can get them to come work with me, they’ll be able to hook you up. There’ll be some money in it for you, too. Just don’t step on Bailey’s toes.” You nod.

“Thank you,” you say. Landry smiles.

“There’s another thing, too,” he says. “I’ll be frank. I know you need money. Don’t ask me how I know, word gets around. I think I can help you. If you come across any jewelry or other items you don’t know what to do with, I can take them off your hands. I’ll pay well.” He looks over your shoulder. “As well as can be expected, anyway.”

“Can you help me get the police off my trail?”

“I can help you,” he says, reclining. “But I need you to do something for me. And no, it’s not about money. I was expecting a package, but it never arrived. Good thing I know where to find it, it had a GPS tracker. It got lost somewhere deep in the moor. Get it for me, and I’ll prevent any of your past misdemeanors being pinned on you. It’s a small black box.” You nod and stand.

“Oh, and do be careful,” Landry says. “I don’t believe the tales of monsters, but there’s a sensible reason behind some superstitions.”

You’re already wearing work boots, but you want to wear something that you can afford to tear, too. Preferably something resistant that can protect you. But you don’t have the money for that, so you head back to the orphanage and wear the only other outfit you have, a sundress. You put your pepper spray keychain on your bookbag and take it with you, hoping you won’t run out during this trip.

After double checking everything is in order, you leave the orphanage and begin to make the long trek to the moor.

Several people attempt to pick you up along the way. By which you mean literally every person who passes by you has slowed down to talk and ask where you’re headed. Not willing to risk anything, you turn them all down, running when they get too persistent. By the time you finally make it to the farmlands, you’re exhausted. So you sit down near the entrance to rest, knowing you’ll need your energy for the moor.

“You alright there?” Someone asks. You look up to see a suntanned boy under a straw hat, looking concerned. He looks around your age, with red hair and a boyish appearance. He must be Alex, you realize.

“It was just a really long walk to get here,” you admit sheepishly.

“You walked all the way from town?” You nod. “Well, Jesus! No wonder you’re so tired. Come in and get some water, my place isn’t far.”

“Do you own the farm?”

“Yeah, I do! It’s a work in progress, but it’s home.” You smile.

Alex is right, and it doesn’t take long to reach the cottage, where he offers you a glass of water. You thank him and gulp it down. +++Drugged

…Huh?

You stare at your phone. The screen seems to shift.

Pain: You feel okay Arousal: You feel cold Fatigue: You are wearied Stress: You are calm Trauma: You are nervous Control: You are anxious Allure: You look like you need to be ravaged A lewd warmth fills you Your perception is altered

You look back up to Alex, who’s staring at you with a grin. You stand up but nearly fall. Alex stands with you, his hands on your shoulders.

“Easy, there,” he says as if you’re a horse that needs to calm down. You shove him off of you and run, reaching for your pepper spray, but in your altered state, you can’t figure out how to unhook it.

>Try again (Skullduggery: Impossible) >Rip it off (Athletics: Challenging) >Spray without unhooking (Dance: Very Difficult)

You rip it off, but the fabric holds firm. Alex is close behind you.

>Try again (Athletics: Challenging) >Spray without unhooking (Dance: Very Difficult)

You try again and the fabric doesn’t yield. Alex is right behind you.

>Try again (Athletics: Challenging) >Spray without unhooking (Dance: Very Difficult)

This is taking too long. You spray without unhooking, managing to get Alex, but in your flailing, also manage to spray yourself. +++Pain ++Willpower

You run, you don’t even know where you’re going you just run.

You can’t open your eyes, but you know they wouldn’t be of much help in this state, anyway. You run until you hit what feels like tall grass, then slow. You’re in the moor now.

You try to quiet your breathing as you listen for anything that may be chasing you or lying in wait. You hear nothing. You go a little further in, just enough to be hidden among the grass and wait.

Eventually, the pain subsides, and you open your bleary eyes. You still feel unsteady, though, so you wait longer. It takes another forty minutes for you to regain full balance and control of your body. When you do, you trudge deeper into the moor, relying on the map on your phone to guide you to the box. After what feels like two hours of searching, you finally find the box across from some water.

You grimace as you step in, your shoes and socks instantly soaking with dirty water. The water is about knee-high, so not enough to touch your sundress but just enough to make movement heavily uncomfortable. You hobble over the box, just about to reach it, when you feel something suck you in.

You look behind you and recognize the thing as a lurker. You waste no time and spray it, freeing yourself and grabbing the box before leaving.

Of course, nothing is ever that simple, and just as you leave the water, you see a terrible shadow overhead. You look up and notice a harpy in the sky. You are being hunted.

You start to run. Your pursuer approaches rapidly. ++Stress

You run faster, pushing yourself to your limits as you sprint across the moor. But luck is never on your side, and your foot sinks into something as you land. You look down, and it’s a fucking foxhole. Not big enough for you to run through or hide in. You pull yourself out, but it’s too late.

“Found wife,” he says. You spray him and keep running. That should keep him out of commission for a while.

Eventually, you feel safe enough to walk the rest of the way out of the moor. You sneak around the farmlands and begin to walk the rest of the way home. You’re too tired to make it very far, however, and soon pass out on the road. You feel yourself being lifted onto a stretcher before passing out again.

You’ve unlocked a fragment.

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the3musketeers · 7 months ago

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request!! >> (fandom : degrees of lewdity, Alex)

🧸- im sooooo sorry if this is ooc help??? sorry dol fandom

w: feminization & feminine dressing (alex), sub/bot alex & dom/top reader, reader referred to as [name], a little ooc???, somnophilia maybe..?, HORRIBLE transition into sex, oral/bj, reader calls alex a girl likeee once, gay sex (real)

minors dni <3

a pink, frilled skirt, socks that hugged his plump thighs perfectly.. this was perfect, alex thought. he adjusted his red fringe, admiring himself in the view of the camera he held.

a few hours prior, his boyfriend came home from work. after greeting him, name went on his way to rest on a chair in the living room. alex had been in his room since, to surprise him with a little video.

he puts the camera lower to avoid showing his face, and starts recording. he paces towards his resting boyfriend, showing his body on camera.

his shirt was all messy, barely tucked in. the buttons near his neck are undone, and his legs were in a man spread. alex smiled behind the camera, but upon further inspection of his partner's clothes, he seemed to notice something else.

something bulging for attention under his pants. alex, who was visibly surprised, stopped filming. he puts his phone in his other hand, before slowly coming closer to him.

a little peek won't hurt.. will it?

the room was unbearably silent for alex as he unbuckled name's pants as slow as possible to avoid waking him.

successfully getting rid of the belt, alex puts it on the floor. he puts his hands to work on name's pants, pulling it off his legs to reveal the very thing he's been searching for.

it practically jumps out of [name]'s underwear, eager, and awaiting for any form of stimulation. alex found himself staring at it, his mind blanked.

alex wraps his hand around his length, as he licked his lips in anticipation. [name] would love it if he helped him out, he wouldn't mind, he thought.

he slowly strokes his boyfriend's throbbing member, all the while keeping a tight and firm grasp around it. his fingers glide over the slit on it's head, from the veins, to the base.

alex was snapped out of his trance, suddenly stopping when name groaned, and stirred in his sleep. he repositions to get comfortable, and only continues when he goes quiet again.

"..hope you're dreamin' bout me right now.." he mutters, just as he decided that he was ready for it, he took [name]'s dick into his mouth. bobbing his head at the pace of his hands.

he loved the way it tasted, the way he'd take it into his mouth n the strange, but welcomed flavor would invade his tongue. the way the veins of [name]'s member would brush against his tongue while he'd suck.

alex was distracted by his own focus on [name]'s dick, he didn't even notice his boyfriend woke up already..!

[name] put a hand on alex's red hair, rubbing it affectionately. "this's a surprise.." his voice and touch made alex's heart almost jump. alex raised his head, his mouth parting from name's cock.

" 'm sorry, I--" he tried to make up some excuse, though [name] promptly shuts his lip with a finger to his mouth. "hey.. I didn't tell you to stop, did I? you can keep goin'.. if you want."

alex was surprised, but.. it's not like [name] would deny him,, " 'kay.." he muttered in response, as his mouth hovers right above [name]'s member, about to take it back in his mouth..!

[name] let out a pleasured sigh, feeling alex's warm cavern wrapping around him. his hand raised to cover his mouth,, just as the other kept itself knotted in the redhead's hair.

only two sounds could be heard throughout the room. [name]'s pleasure-filled groans, as well as the sounds his boyfriend made as he kept sucking on his cock,

"mmh.. a-agh, good girl, suckin' me so well.." he whispers, in a husky tone. his view of alex bobbing his head, sometimes taking it so far to make his entire length disappear within his mouth. It aroused him further,

"c-cummin', honey.. I'm cumming!" [name] was itching towards his own release, tangling his hands onto alex's hair as he thrusts his hips into his face whilst he moans out loud.

alex didn't seem objected to it either, if anything, his hands were gripping around [name]'s inner thighs. the thrill of his boyfriend's seed filling his mouth-- claiming his throat as his, it was something he was waiting for this entire time.

[name]'s hands gripped onto alex's hair, locking him in place. he shot his load inside his mouth, "ah.. ah," [name] pants, as alex's cheeks filled with ropes of his warm cum, then swallowed it all up.

[name] gulps, feeling alex's still expectant gaze land on him again.

"..fuck, maybe we should go for another round."

#degrees of lewdity #x male reader #male reader #top male reader #dom male reader #top reader #sub male character #sub character #male x male #male x reader #dol alex #alex the farmhand #dol

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digenerate-trash · 1 year ago

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Outta town freaks just as promised!!! Yandare head cannons. (Blackwolf and great hawk be harder to write for because animals are weird and obsessive anyway)

amab. again. Easier to write for

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Eden:

Eden is definitely one of those mother fuckers whose whole thing is "If I can't have you no one can".

big possessive man with an insecurity complex the size of the moon

but since no one can get to you Eden feels pretty secure in you loving him back eventually

if you're sold to him by Bailey a couple weeks in eden tells Bailey you died. You couldn't handle the cold out in the woods.

if he captures you there's no need for him to lie to anyone. He keeps you trapped in the cabin till you love him back.

prefers to use leashes cages and locks to keep you in place. He's very realistic about you not wanting to be there at first but he thinks with training and a strict routine you'll just fall in line. No matter how defiant.

will absolutely Break your leg to keep you in the cabin.

is fine with blood. But doesn't want to cut off your leg or arms to keep you in place because he's not confident you'll stay alive. He's a butcher, not a surgeon.

really wants you to fall in line. He gets desperate the more defiant you stay as the weeks go on. Harsher punishments, more broken bones. Starvation. Anything to keep you down and weak.

if you give In to the hunter immediately he's suspicious but happy. He watches you carefully. Every movement you make is watched carefully. You can tell he's studying you.

once Eden is fully comfortable with you being in his home he really starts to get possessive. Spouses are supposed to stay home after all. Take care of things for him while he works out in the dangerous woods

you're not allowed past the clearing. Even washing clothes in the spring isn't supposed to be done when Eden isn't home.

absolutely no going to town. The town is dangerous and dirty and gross. Freaks live there. Freaks that could hurt his spouse and it's his job to keep you safe.

he brings you gifts from the woods. Sometimes they're things that remind him of you and sometimes it's barries or flowers. Something he thinks you'll like. He never offers an explanation he just thrusts it in your hands.

when wolves (or even people) get too close to the cabin it's shoot first for Eden. He'll drag the carcass on the porch if you're still defiant when this happens. He might even brag about how he's a perfect shot. So it's just best for everyone if you listen.

Remy:

Remy honestly would rather not have feelings for you but now they can't stop it. You're their favorite little riding student after all.

Remy is pretty body-focused and that's mainly what he likes about you. He thinks your body is perfect.

very touchy, Feels you up as he rides with you on horseback. He digs his nails into your wrist when you tell him you have to leave.

he's enamored with you. The only problem is when you start to talk with Alex you get it in your head that he's the enemy.

he knows he could just convince you otherwise but it's much more fun to watch you fight with him. (He knows you're not serious you're just playing)

talking with Remy is like talking to a brick folksy wall. Witty banter. Coy remarks. He takes all your insults with a smug grin.

getting on his bad side is a hell of its own making though because no questions asked you're going to the underground farm.

You are separate from the other animals though. Too precious to Remy to be with the others. But he makes sure you understand what kind of person he can be when you refuse to behave.

you will absolutely never meet harper even if Remey has subjected you to living as livestock. Remy knows how much of a freak that dude is.

he still loves you and your body even though the changes it goes through. When you can't speak words anymore he sees it as a win. He doesn't need to have an intelligent partner. He just needs you to be here. Under his control. That way he can at least convince himself that you're happy here.

Alex:

He is mostly just a big puppy. He wants you around always and will never take no for an answer.

the only dude who's more family-focused than Alex is probably Kylar.

determined to breed you. Dude will never quit. Wants a picture-perfect household and a barefoot spouse to boot

wants to lay in bed all day with you but since he's got work to do he's dragging you along with him.

will never leave your side. He's keeping you company always. Dude is clingy.

obsessed with making you. Bites hickies bruises. Whatever he can get away with. Even when you tell him it's too much hell always say next time he'll be more careful. But he isn't.

it only gets bad when you say you don't love him or that you can't be with him. sends him into hysterics.

he says it's fine. It's not. The first few days apart from you are fine. But eventually, he gets too worked up.

hell track you down. Whether you are in serious danger or just returned to town. He'll tell you all about how he misses you and he can't take it and how his heart breaks when you're not there.

guilt trip to the extreme until you come back home with him.

if that doesn't work hell just overpower you. Hell, justify it by telling himself it's just a temporary measure. That you really want a life with him but other people are holding you back. And once you are back at the farm Alex is happy to dote on you again. More than before. He is extra sweet as well. Your favorite meals are served up he lets you take breaks from farm work when you like. He carves you little trinkets and gifts. Anything to make you forget about a life outside of him.

Blackwolf:

an actual dog. Separation anxiety to the max.

bites, marks, saliva, blood, piss, he marks you with everything he can. He needs you to smell like him so much that you two are inseparable

not gonna tolerate you leaving. Grabs you by the scruff and drags you back to the cave.

hunts with Blackwolf are the most annoying because he's too focused on you staying safe than hunting and the pack blames you for Meger return and distracting the best hunter. (Blackwolf prefers you stay back in the cave anyway. Safer there)

has killed other wolves for sniffing around you.

will absolutely start fights for no reason if you've been away or not giving him enough attention.

will always bring you the best parts of the carcass for you to gnaw on. (He doesn't know or care if it's bad for people)

constantly licking you everywhere he can spend hours doing it.

Great hawk:

is so spouse-focused but doesn't know what it means in human terms.

birds get jealous and crazy so easily so probably that as well.

puffs up feathers and chest when he sees a "threat" could be anything from a small animal to an actual monster.

will bite. Doesn't mean to hurt you it's just to get your attention

wants to make you happy performs mating dances then gets frustrated when you don't seem to reciprocate.

takes his time grabbing shiny things that you'll like. Gets way more frustrated and bird-like when you refuse his gifts.

prefers to hunt at dusk and dawn so that the days are spent nesting and the nights are spent sleeping

all food he brings you is either shredded terribly or is coughed up for you.

he's a little gross but he's got the spirit.

trying to escape Great Hawk is..... difficult. You'll need some help

#eden the hunter #remy the farmer #alex the farmhand #black wolf #great hawk #degrees of lewdity #dol #trash headcannons #trash thoughts #tw blood #tw yandare #tw implied rape #tw rape #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #gn reader #x reader

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propertyofkylar · 11 months ago

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spending new years eve with the dol LIs

minus black wolf and great hawk because they are animals what is a year to them anyway

cw: none! gn LIs and gn pc. happy 2024 :)

robin: if you’re spending nye with robin, you’re probably snuggled up together in their bed, watching the time change on their video game console. the two of you are trying to keep quiet to not disturb the rest of the orphanage. when midnight hits, robin gives you a tender kiss and tells you they love you.

whitney: you’ve been dragged to the pub, which is packed with drunk people so whitney has you on their lap. the two of you are wasted as well. whitney keeps grinding against you, whispering into your ear that you’re gonna cum right when midnight strikes. midnight kiss turns into sloppy making out, which gets you kicked out of the pub. whitney fucks you in the alley.

sydney: pure sydney is at the temple that late, so you spend the evening praying together and exchanging a chaste kiss at midnight. corrupt sydney is still at the temple, but drags you off to the prayer room before midnight so you can ring in the new year alone with each other. start the new year with a sin <3

kylar: they’re just so happy to be with you tbh. kylar stays up later than this daily, so it’s nothing out of the ordinary for them. very very eager to kiss you at midnight and is over the moon when it escalates into fucking. they whisper to you that their resolution is to get you pregnant/get impregnated by you this year.

alex: it’s gonna be another year of hard work, but alex is happy to stay up late and ring in the new year with you. is even happier because it’s an excuse to drink more booze. earnestly shares their goals for the new year, then ends up fucking you right there on the couch.

avery: spending new years with avery means attending a swanky party where everyone is dressed to the nines and drinking fancy champagne and eating little appetizers that you’ve never heard of. the countdown is on a big tv and when it hits midnight you and avery share a kiss, much like the other party guests. they give you extra payment for the holiday after, but only after the two of you fuck in their car like normal.

eden: honestly doesn’t care, but will do something if you want. they’ll pull out a nice bottle of liquor they have hidden somewhere in the cabin and share it with you. you’ll share your goals for the new year. they turn on the radio and the two of you will be slow dancing when the clock strikes midnight, and eden will dip you and give you a sweet kiss.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #idk this occurred to me last night and i couldn’t help it #nica's headcanons #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #avery the businessperson #robin the orphan #whitney the bully #kylar the loner #sydney the fallen #sydney the faithful #alex the farmhand #eden the hunter

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rzyraffek · 1 year ago

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Yall im bored and i have dol brainrot. Here u go random mostly sfw headcanons. Most of them are just jokes btw don't take this seriously. Beware i am not dol master so If something is inaccurate pls dont crucify me. Request open btw

Includes: what kind of music they lisen, random stuff they do, ect.

I used they/them for both PC and love intrests so some of those sentences were a hell to write

Tw: me going crazy over Avery (i have issues, pls if what I wrote was weird, just close your eyes and idk explode irl idc)

Random DOL headcanons

Kylar

IM FUCKING CONVINCED that this owl plushy that they give to PC has a camera inside. Im not sure if thats mensioned in game AND I didnt see anyone talk about this. But this dude litteraly says "make sure to put it somewhere high so it can protect you/watch you over" (im not 100% sure what they said but it was along those lines)

Wants to have matching black nails with PC

If their heart wouldnt beat so fast everytime PC gets close to them, Kylar acually would OFTEN fall asleep on PC's lap or shoulder (especially in school)

If s/o is afab, Kylar is defnitly into period sex

Had a huge zombie phase and has whole plan (in details) about how and what to do in case of zombie apocalypse acually happening (and they would acually lighten up if PC mensions anything about zombies, Kylar will talk about them whole night!)

Average phonk listener

Sidney

Sometimes wakes up in middle of night after nighmares and wishes PC would be there

High purity sindey will nervously figet with cross-neckace everytime they have lewd thoughts about PC

Overthinker

Sometimes when they pray together he pretends to have eyes closed but they acually look at PC cuz omg love, you look stunning

Watched Barbie with PC (liked it very much)

Lisens to Mitski

Pure Sydney cried after lisening to cupcake songs

Great Hawk

Dude is a simp

Loves when PC has flowers in their hair, and please give them some too!

If PC praises hawk when they give PC expensive objects (jewellery, wallets, purses ect) this harpy guy/gal will call them "little crow"😭 cuz from Hawks perspective thats how it looked like- they find wife, wife sad, they give shiny, wife happy.

(Alr guys this one is a 50/50 cuz im not sure if harpys have hands? Or just wings?) He discovered hand holding and now he wants to hold PC hand all the time!! But his claws sharp so be careful

Likes when PC has colorful hair

Sounds of Forest and other birds (and bird-people) are only sounds he music he needs 🦅

Got scared bcs there was a rock/metal music concert in city and it was loud and he was very upset

Eden

Dude wants to have kids so bad😭😭

Very tall!

If Pc is tiny/short, this guy/gal will pick them up with one hand and just carry PC back to their home

PLEASE kiss their old scars, and complement them! Eden doesnt really like how they look (they are not insecure but they just dont find time to pamper themselfs and look all fancy)

Sometimes wakes up in middle of night with cold sweat and checks if PC is still there

Conteplated if plant people are eatable

Hates deep water

Will say "I dont lisen to music" and then gets judged by PC and me. ( he enjoys some romantic old songs, i guess he likes Micheal Jackson? Maybe the ink spots??Idk)

Avery

Dude just wants to have good reputation😭😭 and nice looking PC

Tbh I would enjoy Avery-dad-figure content😭 like PC just doing all this stuff just to be accepted by some guy that could be their dad😭 their are fatherless afterall😭. Like hear me out PC just craving platonic love from this dude while he just wants to smash😓 (tbh he is not always doing sexuall stuff, sometimes he just vibes)

Pls dude is like 40 wtf is he doing with his life

*in car* "I swear PC if you say anything more about kpop im leaving you in forest"

Lisens to chrismas music😭

Ivory

Dude ate a squirrel once

I wanna cuddle them

Pls they look wet and cold, give them a nice towel and later blanket

Definitely got scared by their own reflection in mirror once

Can talk to animals

Lisens to gothic music

Likes bugs (months, Beatles, bees)

Alex

Dude lisens to Pitbull while working at farm

Picks PC up and throws them on hay piles for fun

Alex and Remy should settle this beef for good, they both should do kahoot about farm animal knowlage and no more "no its my farm not yours!" Bullshit

Watches soap opera when bored

Wears cowboys hats

Ginger

Leninghton

Rizzing up people twice younger than him (hes like 40 or something)

Enjoys board games and omg he loves card games

Hes probably married tbh

Has reddit account😔

The photos he takes in classes? He sells them

He and Bailey should kiss in meat grinder for beating PC ass for no reason🤩😍

#dol #dol great hawk #dol avery #dol kylar #dol sydney #sydney the faithful #kylar the loner #dol x reader #eden the hunter #dol eden #ivory wraith #alex the farmhand #dol ivory wraith #dol alex

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odetoyourheart · 2 years ago

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yandere!friend x reader

warning ଘ( ˃ ⤙ ˂)━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟnot proofread, gn!reader x m!yandere, stalking, general dark content warning, noncon, somnophilia

rbs appreciated x

he's not stalking you. that's what he tells himself at least. there isn't anything wrong with just making sure that you're safe. that's what friends do! and he's your best friend! he's made sure of that. he's the shoulder to cry on, the person you call to ask him to stay over when you notice things being different around your apartment. missing clothes, your bedroom window unlocked. though he frowns inwardly when you express your fear. it's not wrong to take a dirty pair of your underwear out of your laundry basket. just think of it as a little bit of repayment for everything he's done for you! but he supposes that he should thank you for this, for finally letting him into your home. it's been annoying having to sneak around like this. hey, he's got an idea! why doesn't he stay for a while? sure, he could only stay for tonight but... do you really think that being here for one night would scare that creep off? how long is a while? ...well, you two can figure that out later.

but the longer he stays he just gets bolder, and grosser. of course he cooked dinner while you were gone. isn't he sweet? just let him take your plates when you're finished, preferably not noticing him licking your silverware while he's at the kitchen sink. but can you blame him? you've just made things so easy for him. so don't be surprised when he comes into your room at night while you sleep, creeping over your body as silently as he can. his hand shaking as he slides it onto your body, running over the curves of your hips. he slowly gets into bed with you, praying that you don't wake up from feeling the dip in the mattress. (or maybe you should. it could be more fun that way). just continue dreaming as he holds your warm body close to him. it's not long before he's no longer able to hold himself back, starting to grind himself into your backside. his hands gripping uncomfortably into your waist. he still doesn't stop when he hears your whimpers, quietly whispering his name. he just covers your mouth with his hand. "shh. just, hnn, don't worry. go back to sleep, ok?"

⤷ kaeya, draken (ken ryuguji), alex the farmhand, giorno giovanna, kuroo tetsurou, magni dezmond, gojo satoru, childe, matsukawa issei, joseph joestar, your fave

#yandere x reader #male yandere #yandere genshin impact #yandere jjba #yandere jjk #degrees of lewdity #holostars en x reader #yandere tokyo revengers #yandere haikyuu

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lightsoutmotel · 1 year ago

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OBEDIENCE LESSONS. — m!Remy x gender neutral cow!reader.

Description — You've pissed Remy off for far too long. Either you break or he'll break you into the stupid little cow you are himself.

Content Warnings — Noncon, pet play, reader has a cunt and can get impregnated, breeding/impregnation, impact play, breathplay, degradation

Whenever you spat and kicked and swore as you were being wrangled, Remy had to remind himself that having spirit was a good thing. It meant you were strong, on one hand. On the other, you were a pain in the fucking ass whenever you were conscious.

You were a stubborn, contrary shit and the number of farmhands willing to deal with you was dwindling. Handing out cash incentives to deal with one pissy cow wasn't good business, not with Alex threatening to break even soon.

The smart thing to do would be to cut his losses. But the sting of a split lip from your flailing didn't leave his head clear.

All it took was an instant, where Remy's shock made his long-simmering rage boil up, and one of those gloved hands shot out and slapped you smartly across the face. Then it was your turn to be shocked, reaching up to touch the warming skin, your own fury rekindled and so ready to give him hell only for him to shock you again.

He removed the heavy collar he had fixed to you and threw it aside with a clang. It was quickly replaced by his own hand, grasping tighter around your throat while your instincts had you clawing at his wrist trying to make him let go. All it did was earn you another slap.

"You stupid cow," Remy hissed out with venom. "I've given you every opportunity to be good, to get treats, to be taken care of..."

Fierce tears built in your eyes as he used his grip to shove you down to the floor, the impact almost making you dizzy with the head rush it gave you and how thin the air was getting in your lungs. It gave Remy an opportunity to grab your thigh and push one of your legs up to your chest and expose your defenseless cunt. He held fast to your thigh even as you struggled against him.

Then he spanked your pussy. It made you shout and jolt and so he did it again. And again. Over and over again, the sound of it sharp cracks in the otherwise quiet corner of the barn he had you in. Relentless and furious.

You were sniffling and panting as the abuse continued, and it only ended with one final, pointed slap before Remy's arm withdrew. Only for him to grab your jaw and squeeze until you opened your mouth, all to rub his gloved fingers over your tongue, practically fucking your mouth with them. They tasted of leather and you and your face flushed once you realized he was forcing you to lick up your own arousal.

"Do you act like a brat because you get off on the pain?" Remy asked, his voice thick with incredulity. "Do you just want to get hurt and owned?"

Another slap to your face to disorient you, then he was slotting himself between your legs and you had to bite back a moan when you felt the bulge of his erection shove up against your slick cunt.

"S-shut up, fuck you—"

"Oh, I'm about to, little cow, be patient."

That made your eyes go wide and you tried to wriggle away from him, getting into your usual routine of trying to kick him, but he pinned your hip down to the floor and messily ground the heel of his hand against your pussy. The sound it made was humiliating — you were so wet that it was loud enough to hear with him touching you so forcefully. You writhed and grit your teeth.

Then Remy shoved two fingers into you to test the readiness and give and your body seized up, your walls squeezed tight around the intrusion. You thought you heard him grunt in pleasure at feeling you from the inside but your train of thought was derailed once he started fingerfucking your drooling cunt.

You grabbed at his wrist again and your nails dug into the exposed skin but did little more to stop him — you felt like you were just trying to hold onto your sanity instead of fight him off as he coaxed up against your g-spot while he thumbed at your clit and forced you closer to orgasm.

"This is all you needed to be good for me. Slutty thing," he rumbled darkly.

Two fingers turned to three, turned to the sound of Remy's pants being fussed with and shoved down just far enough to let his cock spring out. He wasn't letting you cum and you felt like you were losing your mind being denied over and over again. It distracted you from your usual fight and it filled Remy with such sick satisfaction to finally see his troublemaker flat on their back taking it.

And you took it. Every single inch. With your legs over his shoulders folded in half, that thick cock stretching you out far more than his fingers prepared you for. Your mouth was wide open while your eyes were mostly closed, dazed, all attention drawn to the way he was splitting your pussy open in one slow, determined push to bottom out.

Finally, bare and balls deep in you, Remy gathered your wrists in one hand and pinned your arms down above your head then began fucking you into the floorboards. They creaked under the force of each thrust. You whined and moaned, nails digging into your own skin, your core hot and needy and your control gone.

Face to face with Remy, panting in each other's faces, until he brought your mouths together to fuck your mouth with his tongue too. You were too hazy to kiss him back but he didn't mind using your holes with little input from you.

He squeezed a hand between your bodies to rub at your clit and you could hardly stand it for a few moments before you arched up against him and came messily all over his still-thrusting cock. It exposed the vulnerable column of your neck and he was quick to dip in and suck and bite bruises into your skin as he fucked you through your orgasm.

"I own you," he growled out into the shell of your ear, "and you're never going to forget that. You're going to be a good little breeder cow from now on, you don't have a choice."

Breeder. Even in your fucked stupid state that word stood out and it rekindled a sense of fear that rose above the lust he forced upon you. You began to struggle. He pushed more of his weight down onto you to keep you pinned where you were, his body heavy and you lying helpless beneath him, the sound of your fucking loud and wet and lewd.

"No," you whimpered, "I-I don't want to be preg—"

"Cows don't speak," he snarled before he shoved his fingers into your mouth to shut you up.

Somehow, he found it in him to fuck you harder and rougher, hardly caring that you were orgasming again and again around him as he chased his own end and goal. Your eyes were rolled back as you practically ragdolled underneath him and took it.

It felt like he was deep enough to bruise your cervix. It felt like he could get you pregnant in one go. It felt so good you were in tears.

Your hole was raw and tender by the time he shoved himself as deep as he could inside of you, finally pulsing out his orgasm in thick spurts that you could feel with the way his cock twitched and throbbed. It flooded you until it spilled over, running down out of your hole and marking you even more as his property.

A few lazy rocks of his hips helped ensure everything settled right where he wanted it. He eased back to let his softening cock free only to quickly replace it with his fingers, fucking the cum that dripped out of you back inside your tender pussy, and making you cum again for good measure. To see that pathetic look you made when you came but also to ensure that his seed would take.

You both were sweaty, hair complete messes, by the time he knelt between your legs and let them down from his shoulders. Overwhelmed and, honestly, half-asleep from the exhaustion and countless orgasms, you did little except turn your head away in protest when he leaned down to kiss your forehead and scratch behind your ear. You blinked at him hazily, almost confused by the show of affection.

"Be a good cow and hold onto that for now. We'll take great care to make sure you're knocked up after I make my rounds."

#degrees of lewdity #remy the farmer #lights out writes

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maladaptiveobsession · 13 days ago

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“That cute guy is kissing me!”

Synopsis: The reader is intoxicated, doesn’t recognize their partner, and says something along the lines of the post title. Alex, Eden, and Bailey are the focus for this post, all being gender neutral.

Contains: gn!reader, alcohol, medical sedation, noncon drugging, noncon reference

Words: 1,053

Alex:

The two of you had broken out the liquor that night, dancing and overall goofing off. It hadn’t taken long before you were wasted, barely able to hold yourself up. With a faster metabolism, Alex was only moderately drunk. Helping you to the couch, they laid you sideways just in case you couldn’t hold your dinner.

They left shortly to fetch an empty bucket and some water. Handing you the water, you sipped absentmindedly. Watching you struggle with coordination, spilling water all down your shirt, they found the sight adorable and leaned in to peck your lips.

You tilted your head so their lips only grazed your chin. “Oh… You’re really cute, but I’m not available.”

Flattered but tinged with worry, they encouraged you to explain further. “Taken?”

“Mhm! I have a partner. They’re so cute and strong—oh, and they smell really, really nice. I’m so happy we’re together.” You gushed about this mystery partner. Alex’s mood fell, stung by your words.

“Is that right...?” They mumbled rhetorically.

“Yeah. Can I tell you something?” You pause to glance around as if someone else could be listening, not waiting for their response to continue. “I stole their body wash so I could still smell them even when we’re apart.”

That was you? Wait, then that means you were talking about them. Breathing a sigh of relief, they’re reassured knowing you rejected their advances only because you thought they were an admittedly cute stranger.

“My lips are sealed.” Settling beside you, they begin to quiz you. “Why don’t you tell me about this handsome, strong, and good-smelling partner of yours?”

They couldn’t wait to tease you once you sobered up.

Eden:

The procedure had gone well; simple but necessary. Eden’s hatred of hospitals was a well-known fact, but what they hated more than that was the thought of you being in a hospital alone and too doped up to protect yourself. So, here they were, waiting by your bedside for you to wake up. They cradled your hand in their own, rubbing their hand across your knuckles.

Blearily, your eyelashes fluttered open, unfocused. They smirked ever so slightly, noticing a similarity to how you looked out right now and how you looked blissed out on their dick/strap-on.

You swiveled your head around aimlessly before your eyes connected with their own. Your mouth fell open, eyes filling with an emotion they couldn’t determine.

“Whoa… Who’s the cutie?” You looked to a nurse for answers.

Eden felt their cheeks warm, unable to stop the small smile from forming on their lips. Chuckling, they leaned in and captured your lips with their own. You really were too adorable to resist.

You stared at them in a daze, blinking cutely with those wide eyes of yours. Words seeming to have finally found you, you blurted out, “Th-the cutie kissed me!”

From behind, they heard the nurses chuckling. Suddenly aware you weren’t alone, they bowed their head to hide their reddening face. This only prompted more light-hearted laughter.

You still thought they were cute even though you didn’t recognize them? Well, they wondered how you might react once they told you they were your spouse.

Bailey:

They had been about to retire for the night when they received a call to come pick up their ward. Apparently, the drugs some guests slipped into your drink were too strong for you to handle, and they didn’t fancy fucking an unconscious orphan.

They arrived not long later, visibly disgruntled as they pushed through the throng of bodies. The air was thick with the scent of sweat as laughter echoed around the excessively lavish mansion.

When Bailey finally arrived at the room you had been cooped up in, they found you sprawled naked across the bed, looking pale and disoriented. Your skin had turned a sickly hue, making the bruises and ejaculate littering your body all that much more apparent. This wasn’t exactly the scene they had envisioned when those rich freaks approached them to purchase you for the evening.

“Who knew it would get this messy?” they muttered, peering down at your pitiful form. With a grimace, they took off their jacket to wrap you with. You jerked at the sudden contact, peering up at them with tired eyes.

“Who are you?” You mumbled, squinting beneath the harsh fluorescent light. Whatever they gave you must’ve really fucked you if you couldn’t even recognize your tormentor.

“Quit squirming. I’m taking you home,” they snapped as they scooped you into their arms and trudged out of the room. People stared as you passed, some trying to catch a feel but ultimately shrinking back under Bailey’s glare.

“For someone so cute, you’re not very nice.” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open as you nestled into their chest.

Bailey blinked, taken aback by your unexpected compliment and sudden surge of affection.

“Shut up,” they grumbled before kicking the front door open; the night air nipped at their now exposed arms.

They barked at a straggling partygoer to open the passenger side car door. As they settled you into the passenger seat of their pristine car, you took advantage of the moment. Without warning, you grabbed the front of their shirt, pulling them in close. Stunned, they felt a rush of warmth flood their cheeks as you stole a fleeting kiss.

They pulled back with a growl, the warmth of your lips sending shockwaves through their body.

“Sorry, just couldn’t help myself,” you giggled with a lopsided grin. “Your lips just looked so kissable.”

Slamming the car door shut, they stomped to the driver’s side and slid behind the wheel. The drive home was quiet, marked only by the soft hum of the engine and the muffled sound of your breathing beside them. You leaned against the door, your eyelids drooping as exhaustion overtook you. Fucking great, not only was their jacket stained with cum, you were drooling all down the side of their door interior.

Bailey gripped the wheel tightly, desperately trying to shake the thoughts that clouded their mind. Your lips—how soft they had felt against theirs. They shifted in their seat, recalling the brief moment of contact, fighting against the heat creeping up their neck. “What the hell was that?” they muttered to themself, resolutely avoiding looking at you for the rest of the drive.

#gn reader #alcohol #noncon drugging #forced drugging #sedation #tw noncon #tw drugging #dol #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity x reader #dol x reader #alex the farmhand #alex x reader #eden the hunter #eden x reader #bailey the caretaker #bailey x reader #mdni #mal.mine

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inkyquince · 1 year ago

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Misc. Characters

SFW

Comfort Thoughts (Soft Headcannons about main LI's)

Rubber Ducky!

Stagnant (Vent Piece)

Ruining His Life (SFW piece about Bailey as a Father)

Love Interests’ Favourite and Least Favourite TF’s

Helping Them Redress (Leighton, Bailey, Darryl, Wren)

LI not being comfortable around their Exes (Robin, Kylar, Whitney)

Holding Whitney's Dick as He Pees

Avery Surveillance

NSFW

Late Night Help- (Asshole Ensemble To The Rescue When Reader Is Drugged)

Realistic Vibrator Headcannons- (Robin, Kylar, Whitney, Eden, Avery, Alex, Sydney)

Male Love Interests Make Reader Squirt- (Robin, Kylar, Whitney, Eden, Avery, Alex, Sydney)

Shifted Lips- (Briar and Bailey not quite kissing reader)

Fleshlite Punishment- (People who would use a fleshlight as a punishment)

Cum Drunk (Various people getting cum drunk off the PC)

Thigh Riding (Thigh Riding with Male! LI)

Cucking Spouses with Work Husbands (Various characters getting cucked by reader)

Beautiful Bride- (AFAB Reader in Bridal Lingerie)

Stealth Mode Perverts-(Perverts who jerk off under the table at you versus up skirt photos)

Hungry For Hog (Harper, Briar, Darryl, Wren, Whitney's dick preferences)

The Fall Is Quicker from the Ground (River, Jordan and Darryl being accidentally corrupted)

Massage Patrons Thirst (Doren, River, Leighton, Harper, Bailey)

The Necklace (Eden, Veteran Guard, Bailey, Briar, Darryl, Ivory Wraith)

Kitty Cam (Leighton, Darryl, Great Hawk Kylar with kitty!camboy reader)

FWB with Older Generation When Young (Bailey, Eden, Remy, Harper, Briar)

Omega Harper (being a mean doctor to his omega patients)

Blowing off LI for older NPCs (Leighton, Avery, Harper, River, Quinn, Doren)

Tall Men <3 (Bailey, Morgan, Veteran Guard)

Boys Night Out (Briar, Remy, Bailey visiting PC in the stocks)

Teachers, a pocket pussy and your insta feed

Bitter Ex Husbands (Avery, Bailey, Remy)

Types of Baby Trap (Kylar, Avery, Harper, Morgan, Bailey, Whitney, Remy.)

Headmaster's Lesson and The Fallout

Headmaster’s Lesson- (Leighton has to punish his staff for letting you get away with so much shit.)

Aftermath (Sequel to Headmaster’s Lesson)

Love Hotel- (Leighton x PC x River)

Teacher Fuck Fest (Spin off, featuring dog person! Reader)

House Spouse Era

House Spouse- (House Spouse reader who unknowingly attracts gazes)

Greed - (Quinn with House Spouse!)

B&B (Bailey and Briar with House Spouse!)

Briar ruining House Spouse (and we thank him for it)

Realistic House Spouse with Briar + Bailey

Vindictive- (Briar x House spouse)

Whitney The Deadbeat Dad and Avery, the Dad that Stepped Up (... Weird side tangent with Whitney angst, that's connected to the house spouse era)

Wren Versus Stepdads

Wren Versus Avery, Bailey, Leighton, Harper, Niki, Remy (Wren trying to step up but it's hard against these guys as your new husband)

How His Kid Turns Out (how kiddo ends up with each stepdad)

Shared By Three AU

(Stepbrothers! niki and remy and farmhand want those male readussy. Maybe also the dad.)

Shared Three Ways: Part 1 (Wren gets the first taste.)

Shared By Three: Part 2 (Niki gets a taste too)

Remy's Dad Kinks

Polyamorous (if you squint sometimes)

Poly Relationship thoughts- (Kylar/ Whitney and Remy/Avery)

Avery pimping out his kid to Quinn

Scummy Remy and Wren (Best Friends make you suck dick)

Blood of The Covenant (Omega Hunt Collab, Jordan x Reader x Sydney)

Wremussy One-Night Stand

Kicking Up A Fuss- (Remy x F!PC x Wren)

Snake Eyes- (Naga!Remy x PC x Wren)

Wren and The Boss' Spouse Letter

Balls (Briar x Reader x Bailey)

River x Leighton Toomfoolery

River's Kid and Uncle Leighton

The Show (Leighton x Cow!PC x River)

Whitney The Bully

Dog Days (Whitney fucks his pet dogperson)

Whitney Beefing With Half The Town

Whitney Versus Bailey

Whitney Versus Wren

Remy The Farmer

Remy as a Yandere

Leighton the Headteacher

Darling Divorced Daddy (Incest, Somno, Noncon)

Avery the Business Person

Obsessed Avery and his subordinate

Niki The Photographer

Older Niki and his younger muse

Misc.

Men's Big Hands (Doren, Veteran Guard, Eden)

Daddy and Mommy (When they enjoyed being called daddy or mommy. Briar, Bailey, Harper, Remy)

The Manspreaders

Whitney the Asshole Tattoo Artist (Dacryphilia)

Harper versus Briar on Kissing

Events!

Inky Halloween Event 2022-2023

Degrees of Lewdity Masterlist

Avery The Businessperson

Revenge (Getting Revenge against Avery for dumping you)

Clingy (Avery becoming clingy)

New Stepdad- (Avery as a stepdad)

Avery's Bitch (Picking out his new dog!reader; Hijacked Post)

Welcome to Avery's Hunt For His Next Sugar Baby (Picking out his sugar baby; Hijacked Post)

Bailey The Caretaker

Simmering- (Lazy Sex with Bailey)

Bailey Black and Blues (Blood play with Bailey)

Things That Go Bump In The Night (Somnophilia with Bailey)

Daddy Dearest (Bailey somnophilia and incest)

Briar The Brothel Owner

Briar, You Dick (PC gets assaulted and Briar fixes their makeup)

His Rings (Briar Hand Kink)

Eden The Hunter

Trapped- (PC caught in Eden’s Snare)

Withered White Roses In The Attic (Classmate! Eden being worse than usual)

Innocent Crush (Eden struggling with a crush on male!reader)

Bitching an Alpha (Eden the alpha bitches a fellow alpha)

Harper The Doctor

Doctor, Doctor, I... I forgot what I'm here for. (Harper hypnotizing and conditioning PC)

The Nasty Next Door (Harper as the Town Yandere)

The Doctor's Needs (Harper being a worse doctor more than ever)

Horny Harper the Hypnotist (Hijacked Post)

New Year's Kiss With Harper

Harper creeping on Hermaphrodite Reader Letter

Kylar The Loner

Peeking Pervert- (Kylar tries to rescue his notebook, just to get an eyeful of his worst nightmare, featuring Whitney.)

Chemist Kylar

Kylar's New Job (Kylar the masseuse)

Kylar Sexting

Kylar Stalker Letter- (Kylar being a nasty)

Kylar Creepy Omegaverse Letter- (Thirsting after Beta Reader)

Landry The Criminal

The Backrooms- (Landry x F!PC)

Leighton The Headteacher

Leighton’s Favourite Videos- (What he loves to watch)

Leighton Thoughts- (Headcannons for Boy toy Leighton)

Dilf Leighton Saga: (The Nanny, Breeding The Nanny)

Maid Service (Leighton finds his new favourite service)

Leighton Sexting

Head boy Leighton (the beginning)

Head boy Leighton and his pet

Introducing Head boy Leighton to your Parents(and the consequences)

Mason The Swim Teacher

The Itch- (Mason Chikan)

Scumbag Mason Thoughts

Prison Guards

Prison Guard Punishment- (Short thing about guards using you)

Method's Weakness (Get Caught riding methodical guard)

Quinn The Mayor

... Quinn tho (THANKS BESTOAN, NOW THAT'S A LAD I'D CLIMB)

Quinn thought- (Based off of bestoan's picture!)

General Quinn Thirst

Remy The Farmer

Liberties- (Remy taking liberties with Wren’s Partner)

Dearest Step-Daddy (Remy adopting PC as revenge)

Remy's Journal (Remy x Cowboy!PC)

River the Maths Teacher

The Pup's Revenge (Dog boy! Reader revenge on River)

Whitney The Bully

Whitney’s Oral Fixation (General Thoughts)

Whitney’s Punishment (Whitney punishing the reader for working at the brothel)

Tattoo Artist Whitney

Sloppy Sunday (Whitney wakes up with you in his bed)

Jock Whitney- (Jock Whitney thoughts with outcast/cheerleader reader)

You are what you smoke… Fag (Whitney struggling with gay feelings)

Wren The Smuggler

Wren the Terrible Roommate

Wren’s Unionizing Perks (Wren getting to fuck the boss' spouse)

#repeat after me #tumblr fucking sucks #LIKE CMON REALLY YOU STOP BEING ABLE TO POST SHIT AFTER TOO MANY LINKS?#go to hell #anyway #masterlist #degrees of lewdity #dol #nsft #quincewrites #at least i think it looks prettier

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dol-doll · 2 years ago

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What kind of p0rn would the DOL M!LI's enjoy

+ Robin +

— Low Confidence!Robin watches pretty vanilla shit, probably watches a lot of amateur porn that has missionary, maybe pov blowjobs from time to time where he'd imagine you there instead, definitely ends up cumming in his pants and then feels kinda ashamed about the whole thing.

— High Confidence!Robin COERCIVE KIND, still pretty soft though, he'd just venture out to different positions, not much changes but he'd watch videos that are more about being in control, probably imagines himself in the position of power, I also think he'd like watching oral videos + probably comes up to you and asks if you can recreate certain vids he likes, lowkey blindfolding and very light bondage too.

+ Whitney +

— PET PLAY PET PLAY PET PLAY, humiliation, degradation, ORAL but the kind where one person's head is hanging off of the edge of the bed and the other person is fucking their face. Loves to watch things that are on the extreme side of the spectrum, very into CNC and kidnapping roleplay, public sex too, like the videos where someone's being walked naked on the leash at night or in the morning. Gets hard everytime he watches anything related to bdsm.

+ Sydney +

— Faithful!Sydney, doesn't watch it thinks it's a sin or that he's going to get punished, the shame of consuming that content would stop him from watching it.

— Fallen!Sydney, toys toys toys, overstimulation, and shibari, probably wax play, he's the kind to watch everything at least once just to try it out, big believer in Sydney being into sensory deprivation, also a lot of mutual masturbation videos or ones that involve instructions, telling the other person what to do and how to do it, he's big on degradation too he just doesn't show it, ALSO sacrilegious and corruption stuff, like someone being fucked in a nun costume or a pretty young thing seducing a priest.

+ Eden +

— He lives in the woods he's not watching any. But if he was going to it would be POVs of pleasuring others. He's probably into roleplay, teacher x student and ones where there's a lot of manhandling like a LOT of it, also quite a bit of anal, absolutely hates watching ones with toys, the complete opposite of Syd, would also watch a lot of impact play, secretly a huge sadist, want it to HURT.

+ Kylar +

— God I love him so much, Knife okay, blood play, EXTREME sadomasochism, MARKING AND BRANDING, like carving names into skin with knife, but also a lot of praise. Also firm believer that he watches a lot of Henta¡, especially milf ones, or ones where there's a harem of people using the MC's body for their own pleasure. Could also like henta¡ That has big boobs and people double the size of the protagonist because of how short/small he is.

+ Avery +

— Dilf Dilf Dilf, older man fucks young college girl vids, wants to see someone with pepper salt hair ploughing into someone young from the back as they writhe and cry in pleasure. Also a lot of first time stuff like someone's virginity being taken on camera. Also a big fan of DDLG vids they don't necessarily have to be sexual in nature but just the sound of a sweet little thing saying "Daddy" in their soft voice makes him strain against his slacks. Also also, dad's best friend/best friend's dad p0rn.

+ Alex +

— He gets shy while watching it and does it rarely because his imagination is usually enough for him but when he DOES, it probably involves watching ones that have shitty acting and involve an innocent customer at a farm being fucked by a cowboy maybe on a pile of hay- He's not thank kinky but would get curious and end up watching people streaming, while they're fucking themselves with dildos and using vibrators on themselves, thinks about going to town to buy one to either use on you or himself because it looks fun.

#degrees of lewdity #dol #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #eden the hunter #kylar the loner #avery the businessperson #alex the farmhand

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digenerate-trash · 1 year ago

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PC creating a shared custody agreement for their multiple partners. Kylar gets Sunday. Eden gets Monday. Sydney gets Tuesday. Whitney gets Wednesday. Alex gets Thursday. Robin gets Friday. Black Wolf and Great Hawk alternate having Saturday. And the last night of the month is for Ivory Wraith. This is what happens when you won’t negotiate polyamory.

okay, so I made some adjustments because traveling around would be hell. and I'm assuming you still want to attend school, stay with LI on weekends, and avoid Bailey. this is the best I could figure it out with keeping your schedule relatively clean. ivory wraith would obviously just take up the whole night of the full moon so that's their whole bag. I think the hardest part of the schedule would be keeping it. 5 out of 7 of these freaks are open to kidnapping you

#degrees of lewdity #kylar the loner #sydney the faithful #whitney the bully #robin the orphan #alex the farmhand #great hawk #black wolf #ivory wraith #eden the hunter #last one tonight lads #yan dol #yandere #tw yandere #yandere tropes #x reader #gn reader

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propertyofkylar · 1 month ago

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kinktober day 13: sex pollen (m!alex x gn!pc)

word count: 1175

tags/warnings: sex pollen, aphrodisiac, outdoor sex, penetrative sex, i wrote this and immediately realized as soon as i finished that you can actually grow aphrodisiacs at alex's farm so just pretend that never happened ig

“What is that?” You crouched on the soil next to Alex, who had in front of him a tray of saplings.

“I ordered some new saplings to plant,” Alex said, scratching the back of his neck and chuckling. “But I don’t really remember what these are. Thought I’ll test them with a small plot and see.”

You hummed in response and gently tapped one of the buds with your index finger. A bit of pollen puffed out and you sneezed.

“Careful,” he said, wrapping an arm around you. You wiped your nose and sniffed.

Alex continued talking about planting and proper conditions as you stared at the saplings. They looked interesting. You weren’t as experienced in gardening as Alex was, of course, but these looked…odd. You had never seen anything like them before. They looked pretty, though. But you were feeling a little uncomfortable. Maybe it was the sun beating down on you. It hadn’t been hot earlier, but for some reason, you were starting to feel sweaty. How long had the two of you been outside?

“You okay?” Alex’s gentle voice snapped you out of your reverie. “Your face is flushed.”

“I feel kinda…warm,” you admitted, turning to look at Alex. “Your face is red, too.”

“I’m feeling a little warm, too,” he said. “Those plants are kinda weird.”

You nodded in agreement, as the heat grew in your body, starting in your lower belly and spreading throughout. A wave of dizziness washed over you and you sat down on the ground, head in hands. Were you getting heat stroke or something?

“Hey. What’s up?” Alex’s voice sounded like it was coming from miles away. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to ride out this weird feeling. You couldn’t explain what was going on inside of you. Maybe you needed to go lie down. You weren’t sure. There was something you wanted, though…

“Alex,” you murmured, and looked up at him. The sun was backlighting him, making him look almost angelic. It was beautiful. He was beautiful.

And oh, god, you wanted him so fucking badly right now.

The intense need continued to build in you, like nothing you had ever felt before. Your eyes searched his face. Alex’s face was red and his eyes were wide and dark.

“Alex,” you whispered again, and he crawled closer to you. Your hand reached up and touched his chest. You could feel his heart beating rapidly. “I need you.”

He grabbed your face in his hands and crashed his lips against yours fiercely. It felt like Alex was trying to devour you, and you wanted to let him.

Obviously, you’d been horny before. Even to the point where you and Alex snuck away for a quickie in the middle of the day. But this intensity burning inside you was new. It was wild and untamed. It almost felt like if you didn’t fuck crazy right now, you would surely die.

You moaned into his open mouth and climbed into his lap. His hard cock was already straining his jeans, and you automatically placed your core right over it. Alex thrusted his hips up into yours and you both groaned at the feeling.

You could feel yourself soaking through your underwear and the two of you managed to tear your lips apart from each other long enough to shed your clothes. In any other situation, you would have shown some semblance of modesty and gone to even a slightly hidden area. But you needed him so intensely that you were willing to be taken in broad daylight.

He pushed you onto your back and hovered above you, a hungry look in his eyes. The ground was hard and uncomfortable, but you were so desperately aroused that you couldn’t even tell. There was only one thing on your mind, and it was the thick rod twitching between Alex’s legs.

Alex’s cock looked almost painfully hard, thick and red, precum coating the tip. It seemed even more engorged than usual as he fisted it with one hand, the other propping him up over you.

“Need to be inside you,” Alex whimpered, in a tone you were unfamiliar with. “Please.”

His desperation had you whining and squirming beneath him. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

He shuddered and without taking a second to think, pushed his cock into your aching hole. You gasped in unison as he slid in. It was like his dick was perfectly molded to you, or maybe your walls were perfectly molded for him. Either way, it felt fucking incredible.

“Fuck. Fuck!” You whimpered, throwing your arms around Alex’s neck and pulling his body even closer. “Feels so good…filling me up…”

Alex moaned in response, not bothering to ease into things as his hips went wild, balls smacking against your ass with reckless abandon. He didn’t even bother to try and speak any words to you. He just kept thrusting into you over and over again, grunting like one of his farm animals.

You held each other close as you fucked under the sun, not caring about the wet smacking of skin on skin or your loud moans echoing in the air. The only thing you could focus on was what you had in front of you.

And somehow, it felt like the best, most perfect sex ever. His body pressed against yours meant that he rubbed against your most sensitive spot with every thrust he made. His cock was hitting the perfect angle each time. You covered his neck in hot, wet kisses, biting down occasionally to elicit squeaks from him. Each little noise Alex made brought you closer and closer to the brink.

“You feel so good inside me,” you moaned, feeling your peak coming quickly. “Fuck, Alex. I’m so close.”

“Cum for me,” Alex pleaded as his hips pistoned into you. “Please, please, please cum for me.”

You held onto him even closer as your orgasm hit, fingers digging into his sweaty, expansive back and legs wrapping around his waist as your walls clenched around his thick cock.

“Oh my god,” Alex’s voice cracked and you saw tears fill his eyes as he felt the impact of your climax. “You’re squeezing me so fucking tight, I can’t take it.”

“Cum for me,” you echoed his words, voice soft in his ear. Alex shivered. “I want you to cum inside me right now.”

“Fuck!” Alex cried out as he lost all control, no rhythm anymore as his cum filled you up. Slowly, and panting heavily, he pulled out of you, and his semen oozed out of your hole and onto the grass below.

The world was sharpening before your eyes, like you had just woken up from a slumber. The odd feeling lingering in you faded away, and you suddenly came to your senses - realizing you were damp, sweaty, and entirely naked in the field with Alex. “Oh…”

“Yeah,” Alex chuckled, leaning back and swiping his damp bangs away from his eyes. “I better check my invoices…what in the hell was that plant?”

#degrees of lewdity #dol #alex the farmhand #dol alex #dol alex x reader #first time writing alex #kinktober #writing #hope u like him. if not feel free to kill me in my sleep ill dm you my address.

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renaissanceramblings · 3 years ago

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reblogging to add more tags

New DOL blog here!

Hey, im Orion! im really into DOL at the moment and want to start writing for it. Requests are requested !!

rules/things to expect:

No underage content of any kind; its a given but you can never be too careful.

I’m somewhat new to writing so please be gentle with your critiques ! (with that said constrictive criticism is welcome).

I’m not comfortable with extreme gore, so please don’t request that from me.

please do note that this is an 18+ blog so MINORS PLEASE DNI

I would say thats obvious since I’m writing for an 18+ game but I’ve been proven wrong time and time again.

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xx-harenchi · 3 years ago

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brutal (chapter one: intuition)

I was told the Degrees of Lewdity fandom was biggest on Tumblr. I'm not good with Tumblr but figured I'd post my fic here for y'all at least?

Summary: Believing that your recent nightmares were a cause of homesickness, you go back to your small hometown to finish your last year of school — only to slowly start to realize that there is something much more sinister at play in your hometown. With the help of your new school friends, including a temple initiate, an over-stressed orphan, and a clingy loner, you begin to unravel the mystery that has your town in its dark clutches. Only... what if some things were just never meant to be uncovered?

Warnings: Female pronouns for reader, gore, mature content (I mean... obviously?????), possible ooc, Whitney being Whitney, Yandere themes

Love interests (as of now): Sydney, Kylar, Robin, and Alex — more may be added.

Blood. There was blood everywhere. It was dark, and you couldn't make out much, but the stench of iron was thick in the air, invading every sense and causing you to gag.

You had to get out of here.

Where was here?

You couldn't remember how you got here, or what had happened, but dread filled your entire being as you stumbled down the hallway. Slowly, you came to remember and recognize the layout as the same one of your house.

"Mom?" you called out, voice hoarse. "Dad?" No answer, just the stillness in the air. "Whitney?!" Even your brother, who should have yelled back at you to shut the hell up, didn't respond. Faster, you stumbled down the hallway. When you made it to the stairs, your socks slipped on the wooden stairs, and you slid down the rickety staircase — the resulting groan that fell from your lips was more a reaction rather than out of pain. In fact, you hadn't felt anything, heart racing too fast to even consider pain an option.

The smell of blood grew stronger.

"Whit—!"

Scrambling to get up, you lurched towards the living room, only to freeze at the scene. Bodies strewn across the room, two more than the three members of your small family. It couldn't have been your house, you oddly noted; the layout was the same, but you never had any of this furniture in your home. Your family was too broke for a leather corner couch as nice as that; maybe a neighbor's?

Why were you at a neighbor's house?

"Whitney!"

The familiar blond hair even in the dimness was something you'd always recognize. Running to your brother that was sprawled on the ground face down, you turned him over only to gag at the sight, his neck torn out with what must've been some type of knife. Falling on your butt, you scrambled backwards; your hands were wet, but something in your heart told you you didn't want to see what it was.

It's just water. Somebody spilt water here. That's all it is!

You were crying. With the back of your hand, you furiously wiped your tears away, looking at the other bodies around you. A silver glint on one of them caught your eye — you didn't recognize who it was, dark hair and an eerily pale face. The silver glint was from the cross that hung off their neck loosely.

They were also.... You shook your head, not wanting to think of that four letter word.

A hand landed on your shoulder, and the tension that had been coiling inside you finally snapped — scared and out of your mind, you did the only thing you felt you could do in this situation.

Lashing out at the person behind you, you screamed.

And screamed.

And—

"[Y/n] — OW! Wake up!"

Your eyes shot open as you thrashed about, stilling for a moment as your surroundings came into focus. You were in bed in your dorm room; hovering above you and cradling her left cheek was your dormmate, Dylan. The slight throb in your wrist told you that you may have accidentally nailed her.

Seeing that you were awake and done screaming, Dylan gave you an unsure look, stepping back from your bedside. Slowly, you pushed yourself into a sitting position. You were freezing, shaking — sometime during your nightmare, you must have kicked all of your blankets off the bed.

"Here."

A glass of ice water was suddenly thrust into your face, and you took it immediately, greedily gulping. It was empty within seconds, a couple of droplets running down your chin. Even the small refreshment had helped you feel a bit better.

". . . I'm sorry," you apologized hoarsely, awkwardly looking away from your dormmate for a moment. She crossed the room back to her own bed to sit on it, rubbing her cheek gently as if to massage the pain away. Yikes.

"It's...." She trailed off, before sighing. "Are you sure you're okay? That's the third nightmare this week alone. I'm... Worried, is all." Looking back at her, you could see she was aggressively avoiding eye contact, blue eyes trained on the window despite the blinds having been pulled down.

How did you respond? You had never been one to be plagued by nightmares until a few weeks ago, when they had suddenly started attacking your nights. Genuinely, there wasn't a night you didn't have a nightmare, but they usually weren't bad enough to cause night terrors like this. Dylan was right that this was the third time you had woken her up screaming or freaking out this week, though. The worst part was that there wasn't even a reason for this sudden change. Not one that you could think, anyways. Nothing drastic had happened in your life, unless somehow this was a stress response to getting ready to start your last year of sixth form.

Well, if you really wanted to look for a reason, the nightmares had started on your 18th birthday, as if to say, 'hey, congrats on becoming an official adult! get fucked!'.

Other than your birthday, though, nothing had changed. Logically, you knew something had to have happened, even subconsciously, for your brain to torment you like this, but you couldn't come up with a single idea.

You were baffled about it as much as Dylan was. And exhausted.

"I'm alright," you instead reassured your friend, getting up to rinse the glass out in the kitchenette sink. "I'll be... Fine."

She clearly didn't believe you, but knew that talking to you about this would be like talking to a brick wall. You wouldn't cave under her incessant questioning, and she herself had been woken from sleep. Unconvinced and clearly unhappy about the recent bout of sleepless nights, Dylan turned off her bedside light and pulled the covers over her, making a deliberate show of turning her back to you. If it weren't for the situation, you would have scoffed at the passive-aggressiveness, but it was warranted. You couldn't blame her.

. . . I should try and get some actual sleep myself.

Turning the rest of the lights back off, you forced yourself back into bed. Your heart was racing too fast for sleep to come fast, though, mind too muddled with fear and confusion to relax. Instead, your thoughts turned inward to reflect on your most recent nightmare to try and dissect it.

It was always different. Well, not quite. Every nightmare showed your family and/or hometown in some varying degree of distress, although you had never seen your twin or parents like... That. This wasn't the first time that you had seen bodies of people you didn't know, either, but they seemed to stay the same in your dreams.

You once read that when you dreamt about a stranger, that means you had passed them by at some point in your life. Maybe that was it? If that were the case, you'd definitely recognize them if you ever passed them by again; your nightmares made sure of that.

. . .

You rolled over to face the wall your bed was against, sighing deeply. You hadn't been home in so long... Was it possible you were just homesick? Your parents came to visit you in London occasionally, but your twin brother, Whitney, hadn't visited you once since you left a few years ago for better schooling.

Not that you and Whitney had ever been particularly close, but still...

Forcing your eyes shut, you tried to think of happy thoughts, memories of your childhood and the excitement of what would be your last year of (required) education. Trepidation or not, you were exhausted, mentally and physically. Desperately did you need a good night's rest.

Thankfully, you were able to fall asleep quickly, no more pondering on your nightmares. Even more grateful, this time, you had a dreamless sleep.

"So you're leaving? Really?"

It wasn't until the afternoon the following day that Dylan had finally bothered to speak to you, both annoyed yet concerned as you packed what little you had of your belongings into your suitcase.

"Yeah," was your listless response, not quite paying attention to her as you folded a cardigan. "I can't quite explain it... But I think something's wrong back home," you tacked on after a moment of silence.

Dylan snorted. "You lived out in the boonies, right? There's probably a lot wrong with your hometown."

Despite the rude words, you weren't at all offended. She was right. It was one of the biggest reasons why you had left your hometown in the first place; there had always been something quite unsettling about the town you grew up in, something that always felt sinister lurking in the shadows. The way the adults would accost the teens and the police would turn a blind eye. The way the temple seemed to punish their members and initiates, or the way teens from the orphanage inevitably went missing after turning 18, not a trace to be seen. You had been eager to leave your hometown for the very reason that it was just a wrong place, and had been so close to escaping it for good, but...

It haunted you, in the back of your mind. Your parents could fend for themselves, but you had left your brother there. That, paired with the disturbing nightmares, gnawed away at your heart.

When you didn't respond to Dylan's jab, she sighed, sitting next to your suitcase on your bed. "Look... I'm sorry. I know I've been kinda aggro with you lately. It's probably the lack of sleep. But please," she grabbed your hands to stop you from packing for a moment, attempting to grab your whole attention. "Please please please, think this through. Can't you wait one more year until your done with school? You don't want to do upper sixth there, do you?"

"Did you know I have a twin?"

Dylan blinked, withdrawing her hands. She hadn't known — nobody had. You didn't talk about Whitney.

"I do," you continued on, putting a shirt into your suitcase as well. "We aren't on the best of terms... But almost every nightmare I have includes him getting hurt in someway." Or hurting others. You didn't say that part out loud. "He never answers my texts or calls, so I'm just..."

Dylan sighed and got back up from her place on your bed. ". . . I'm sorry. I never knew." It wasn't her fault, you were the one who never told her, but you stayed silent. "Can you promise to keep in touch?"

"Yes," you promised her with a small smile. "Just don't sneak your phone into classes."

"Like I'm that dumb," she retorted immediately, seeming calmer. "When are you leaving?"

"The train leaves tomorrow morning, so I guess then." It was abrupt, terribly so, and the look on Dylan's face told you that that was exactly what she was thinking about. She didn't complain, though, or try to convince you otherwise. Instead, she gave you a brief hug.

"I'll go with you to the station tomorrow, then. I just hope my next dormmate can hold a candle to you, if I'm roomed with a total loser..." She trailed off, mumbling to herself as she went to grab a book and start reading on her bed, not wanting to bother you anymore. You two had had your fair share of fights and arguments, but she was the one that had been by your side throughout your last two years of secondary school and your first year of sixth form.

You were really going to miss her.

Blinking back the tears that threatened to pop up, you focused back on the task at hand, not wanting to risk leaving anything behind. After all, who knew when you'd be back here, if at all? Chances were, you'd finish your last year of schooling in your hometown.

You just hoped — desperately so — that everything back home was alright. Because if your nightmares were any sort of omen that was alluding on what would come next...

You were going to be in deep trouble.

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thecleverdame · 5 years ago

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This Is Not A Fairy Tale - Six

Alpha!Prince!Sam x Omega!Reader

Story Masterlist

Summary: You’re a suppressed Omega who is forced into servitude after the death of your father. Your stepmother Naomi is a heartless woman who forces you to do the cooking and cleaning, while she tries to marry off her own two daughters, Alex and Claire. But your life takes a wonderful and dangerous turn when you meet the charming Prince Sam who also happens to be an Alpha.

Warnings: ABO smut, abuse, death of parents, magic

Beta: ilikaicalie

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Naomi does her best to put you back together before the Duke comes to claim his newest prize. You’re limp as a washrag while one of the servants bathes and dresses you. The dress Naomi picked, one of Claire’s out of fashion hand me downs, laces painfully tight. The corset digging into the open wounds Naomi’s lashes left across nearly all of your backside.

Your hair is combed and cheeks painted with blush to make you appear less like living death. You want to think of Sam, to let your mind wander to your few precious moments together, but instead you push him away. There’s no point in torturing yourself and now is not the time to get lost in a dream world. You need to try and think. This is your last chance.

The Duke himself is an imposing man. Tall with broad shoulders and a square jaw. He’s near twice your age and undeniably an Alpha. He stands next to his coach, both thumbs tucked into his belt, watching as Naomi and Claire drag you from the house.

“Walk,” Naomi hisses, forcing a tight smile in his direction.

“I’m trying.” You are, but your body is no longer responding to your brain. Starvation and abuse have built on each other and now you truly are a shell of a person.

“What’s wrong with her?” He looks at you with a skeptical eye.

“She needed a bit of discipline.” Naomi waves her hand dismissively, thrusting you forward. “Give her a couple of days and she’ll perk back up.”

You can’t imagine perking up ever again. Your heart has broken along with your body and you long for your Alpha with every fiber of your being.

He clasps your jaw with a firm grip, lifting your head to inspect your face, tilting it from one side to the other.

“She is beautiful,” he laments, grunting in satisfaction. “It’s a shame she’s already claimed.”

“Yes, it is. But she’ll come around, won’t you?” Naomi pats your back and it takes everything within you not to scream out loud.

“Come along girls.” Naomi, reaches out, pulling both her daughters to her side. “Say goodbye to Y/N.”

“Goodbye,” Alex sings, sickly sweet.

“Happy travels.” Claire can’t fake politeness, her voice dripping with mockery.

“Let’s go?” The Duke takes you by the arm, lifting you up into the coach.

The carriage rattles along over roots and dirt, each bump is agony. You sit across from this imposing man who’s eyeing you with nauseating interest. His bejeweled fingers strum over his knee as he ponders out loud.

He was quiet for nearly an hour, but he’s more comfortable with the idea of you now. He’s most likely never seen an Omega in person before.

“A stable boy?” He shakes his head, leaning forward. “You should have more self-respect than to open your legs for a farmhand.”

“I didn’t,” you whisper, looking out the small window.

“Don’t lie to me,” he snips. “I expect you to be honest with me or there will be immediate and unpleasant consequences.”

“What my step-mother told you is the lie.” You want to explain, if he only knew the truth maybe he would let you go.

“Hush now,” he barks and you flinch. “I won’t hear any of your wild tales.”

“Please,” you cry in desperation. It’s futile to beg for freedom, no man in his right mind would let you go.

“Why don’t you try to control your outbursts. If you do as you’re told this entire transition will be much easier for you.”

Time passes and you travel on, eventually slowing to a complete stop. There are voices from outside, many voices and horses hooves in the mud.

The Duke hits the ceiling of the carriage and shouts out. “What is the delay?”

“One moment, sir!” the driver calls back. When he returns he opens the small window, popping his head inside.

“The royal guard is searching for stolen property,” he explains.

“Did you tell them who I am?”

“I did, sir. But they haven’t waved us on and there are several carriages in front of us. They’re sending someone to clear you first. It should only be a moment.”

“Unbelievable,” the duke sighs, resting back in his seat. “What do you suppose was stolen that it requires all this fanfare? What a story that must be.”

You. It has to be you. Before Sam’s claim you would have doubted anyone would put up such a fuss, but now you’re coming to understand just what a commodity you are. Not to mention you’re mated. If Sam is feeling even a fraction of the longing you are, he’s sure to do everything he can to find you.

After several minutes there’s a tentative knock at the door and your heart speeds up. Is this it? Will someone rescue you?

The duke leans forward, cracking open the door. His huge body eclipses almost the entire door frame, blocking anyone from getting a clear view of the inside, including you.

“I’m so sorry sir,” a young voice addresses him. You can see through the crack near the hinges that he’s nothing more than a footsoldier and he can’t be a day over eighteen. “We’ve been ordered to search every carriage-”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I don’t have time for this.” The duke spits back. “I’m sure this doesn’t apply to those of noble birth. I can assure you, there’s nothing of value here. So let us be on our way”

Your heart sinks into your stomach awaiting the answer. Look inside!

The young soldier clears his throat and pauses and then nods. “Of course, sir. Sorry to have delayed you. I wish you a safe journey.”

And with that, the door closes and your world shrinks down to this horrible moment.

They didn’t search the carriage. Your only hope has passed and the carriage begins to roll forward.

Your breath speeds up as the coach maneuvers itself out of line to bypass the other waiting travelers. Tears prick your eyes and panic builds, a terrified frenzy. This can’t be it.

Then you hear a familiar voice somewhere far away. A man calling out.

Sam.

You’d know it was him from a mile away. It’s impossible to make out what he’s saying but he’s barking orders in the distance.

This is your last chance. That you know for certain. Once the Duke takes you outside the kingdom you’ll never see your prince again. It’s now or never. The Duke is distracted, leaning out the window to try and determine why you’re not moving faster.

Gathering every last ounce of energy you can muster, you lunge for the door, popping it open and scrambling out of the coach before he can stop you. You fall to the ground, landing in the mud, but manage to get back up as the Duke catches your arm.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hollers as you try to twist away. You stomp on his foot as hard as you can and his grip loosens enough that you wrench free and run down the line of a dozen carriages.

“Help me!” you scream. Heads begin to peek out, drivers turning to watch you run by.

“Get back here!” The Duke is hot on your heels as you tumble through the muck.

“Sam!” You scream at the top of your lungs. It’s all there is left to do. You know you can’t make it much farther and you need someone to take notice. Anyone.

Just as the Duke grabs you by the back of the neck two knights appear on foot, standing beside each other.

“What’s happening here then?” one asks.

“She’s out of control!” The Duke shakes you violently, as you look up at the men, wide-eyed, pleading.

“Tell the prince I’m here!”

Both knights look at your neck, easily spotting the fresh claim. They don’t know much about who they’re looking for, other than it’s an Omega with just such a mark.

“You must stay here, sir.” One of them stays with you while the other runs off to find a superior.

“What is the meaning of this?” The Duke sputters, looking at you with disdain. “The girl is my property. I have every right to take her and go.”

“I’m sorry, but you are going to have to wait.”

“Let me go!” You’re nonsensical, fighting against him to get away.

“Stop making such a spectacle of yourself!” The Duke commands, reaching over and slapping you with an open hand in the stomach. If you weren’t in such rough shape the blow would not have such an effect, but instead, you curl over as if he’s punched you with all his brute strength.

“Let her go!” Sam’s voice booms above you.

You look up to find your prince on horseback, flanked by his father, brother, and a dozen soldiers.

“Sam,” you smile as the Duke release you.

You take two steps towards him and collapse unconscious into the mud.

“Help me!”

Sam hears it the second you call out and he’s not the only one. Dean and their father perk up beside him, all three men listening for more.

“Sam!”

“It’s her,” Sam looks at his father in disbelief. You’re closer, voice crystal clear. A large part of him had resigned to the idea of never seeing you again.

He trots around the line of carriages to the sight of you, wild and filthy, struggling against a man comparable only to himself in size. An Alpha. He’s not sure if he wants to run to you or gut this unknown man.

“Let her go!” Sam shouts, pointing at the nobleman who’s got you by the nape of the neck.

Your head whips up, a delirious smile overtaking your face before you stumble forward. It’s as your eyes roll back into your skull that you fall forward, crumpling onto the ground.

“Y/N!” Sam dismounts in the blink of an eye, running to you as fast as he can. The sight of you up close is worse than he realized. Your back is soaked in blood, enough that it’s completely soaked through the dress. Sam looks up at the Alpha who’s backing away in horror. “What have you done to her?”

“I did nothing!” The Duke implores, stunned as the prince kneels down and turns you over into his lap.

“Take him!” Dean instructs and soldiers immediately pull the Duke away amid ardent protest.

When you awake, you’re naked and belly down on a bed as someone pokes the lacerations on your back. Shaking away sleep you try to roll over only to have several pairs of hands hold you down. The first thought is that the Duke has managed to take you home, you’re to be a prisoner for the rest of your life.

“What are you doing?” You panic, thrashing against strange hands. “Who are you?”

“It’s alright.” Sam is suddenly in front of you, kneeling on the ground as he reaches out to take your hands into his. The instant his fingers curl around yours you know this is real. He’s here and you’re safe.

“Where am I?” There’s a searing pain across your shoulder blades as you jerk only to be held in place. “Who’s touching me? What are you doing?”

“I’m sorry m’lady.” A soft voice comes from above. “We’re trying to be as gentle as possible.”

“They have to clean your wounds,” Sam explains, looking at you with a sad little smile. His eyes are wet, not exactly crying but hovering somewhere on the edge.

“It hurts.” You cry, burying your face in the bedding and squeezing his hands as hard as you can. “I’m so tired of all of this, of all the pain. I just want to rest.”

“You will.” Sam presses a kiss to the top of your head, rubbing your scalp gently.

“You won’t leave me will you?” you ask.

“No, I’ll always be close.” He promises. He lies his head on the bed to you can look at each other as the women above you work. And when the time comes for them to stitch up the deepest of the wounds, you slip back into the dark with Sam right there beside you.

When you wake up the second time you’re still on your belly, in a soft bed and alone in an enormous, ornate room with vaulted ceilings and chandeliers hanging from the rafters. There’s no one about, not a nurse, not a maid and definitely not your Alpha. You search for his scent on the pillow but there’s nothing but soap.

There’s a gentle knock on the door and Queen Mary slips inside, closing the door carefully behind her.

“I know you should probably rest but I couldn’t help but come and check on you.” Mary walks closer, slow and measured as if approaching a wounded animal.

You try to sit up, but rolling over is an insurmountable task. “I’m sorry, I cannot offer a proper greeting.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry for. We’re all just so grateful you’re safe. I’m not sure my son would have survived losing you.”

“I would have died without him as well,” you confess The queen gingerly takes a seat on the edge of your bed. “Where is he?”

“He’ll be here soon.” Her smile is soft, a hand softly brushing hair back from your face. “I can’t pretend to understand the bond between you two. The connection between Alpha and Omega is a gift that most of us will never experience.”

“My whole life I thought of what I was as a curse and then I met Sam...I could not put this feeling into words if I needed to.”

She grins again, her eyes shifting to the side as she loses herself in thought.

“As soon as you’re in good enough health we’ll have a wedding ceremony. Nothing but a small affair. There is no hurry, you need time to heal, but it’s also important that we show the Kingdom this was not a whim. Sam has committed himself to you and that claim needs to be accompanied by marriage vows.”

Is this how she imagined her son getting married? To a woman no one knows from Adam. A peasant, a broken servant girl.

“What’s wrong?” she asks as a tear rolls down the bridge of your nose.

“You must be disappointed,” you shrug.

“In what way?”

“I am no one. A country girl who popped up out of nowhere and stole your son away.”

Mary sighs, sitting back and folding her hands in her lap.

“My oldest son, Dean, is an Alpha as well. Did you know that?”

“I have heard it before.”

“John and I hoped for years to find Dean an Omega. We searched and searched but there are so few of your kind left in the world. I wouldn’t expect you to know, but as an unmated Alpha gets older his ruts become worse and worse. Painful and violent. Given enough time they die an early death. Dean didn’t want to wait any longer and he’d met someone he cared for. He married for love. His wife, Lisa, is a beautiful woman whom my husband and I love very much. But she is a beta and a beta can never truly satisfy an Alpha. So when Dean’s rut comes he’s still in pain. He’s never satisfied, never feels the completion and companionship he’s looking for. Being mated means his ruts will not take his life, it doesn’t mean it’s easy. He will always suffer.” She stops to look at you, patting the back of your hand with a finger. “But my sweet Sam will be fulfilled. His pain will be cured and he will get to be a whole person. You, my dear, are nothing short of a miracle.”

You can scarcely remember a time when someone expressed gratitude for you. The thought seems foreign and you have no idea what to say in return.

“Thank you.” There, that’s better than no response at all. “We can marry sooner. I’m sure I could stand up on my own and I’ve gotten rather good at covering up my discomfort.”

“Don’t concern yourself with that. You need time to heal and only Sam can help with that. I’ve been assured that time with your mate will heal your wounds. You focus on finding your strength and bonding with my son. You both need it after what you’ve been through.”

After Mary leaves, you lie there imagining all the ways your life is about to change. It’s impossible to know what the future holds but you’re about to find out.

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