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Can you do a yandere! jock! fwb? Like he made it clear he doesn't want the two of you to be exclusive, but when you end up going on a date with another guy, he just gets so fucking upset? Some NSFW, and making the jock a bit of a himbo if you're feeling generous?

sorry, I've been out for a few! and i most certainly can, ive been wanting to write something like this out for a bit! your wish is my command *bows*

Yandere! Jock x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Yandere topics, stalker-ish, slight mentions of kidnapping, jealousy, Reader is a woman, HEAVY SMUT, 18+ MDNI

• Yan! Jock! who really didn't want an actual relationship with you. He was wanted and praised by majority of the students at his school. Even those who disliked him couldn't deny his raw talent when it came to athletics. He was strong, fast, and easy with any sport or physical challenge he was met with.

You had caught his eye the first several weeks of school. I mean, there was no denying that you were absolutely breath-taking. And he'd be a liar if he said he'd ever had a clean thought about you. Because holy fuck, you were so damn hot. So incredibly sexy in the school uniform that clung desperately to your stunning curves. That angel face and glowing skin that matched you so perfectly. And beyond your jaw-dropping beauty, you were intelligent. You were always turning in your assignments on time and always getting good grades. You seemed to be on a grind to get what you needed done. He could respect that. And your smarts were how you guys started talking in the first place.

• Yan! Jock had been struggling with a few subjects and went to you for help. You were happy to oblige. Part of you accepted his offer for you to tutor him because you knew your material well. But another part, a more secret part, was incredibly attracted to him. There was no denying his charms. He was tall, muscular and well-built, yet he was somehow elegant and smoothe. His tanned skin, sharp jawline and freckled nose had become your favorite physical parts about him. So, yeah. You agreed to tutor him.

The first few sessions with the jock was normal. Well, as normal as possible with two attractive people in one bedroom. There were occasional slip-ups where the two of you would be working with your heads too close to each other, so you'd practically kiss when either of you would lift your head. There were moments where you'd hold each other's gaze for too long or stare at each other's lips. But the both of you had honestly TRIED to keep it normal.

But there was that ONE night after studying that Yan! Jock just couldn't take it anymore. He was sick of pretending that your presence didn't affect him. Didn't cause him to shift in his seat every few minutes to hide his growing erection. And what frustrated him even more was that you were clearly into him too. Yet, you refused to make the first move. So he did. After staring at your plump lips for a solid minute, he leaned forward to kiss you before he could catch himself. You didn't even put up a fight. You just... Melted.

The first time the two of you fucked, it was heavenly. Your tight cunt hugged him so perfectly. Kept him so snug and warm when he buried himself deep inside you. He couldn't even pull out if he wanted to, it was like your pussy was squeezing him, relentlessly keeping him within your gummy walls. And you... You were adorable when you were filled to the brim with his spine-snapping cock. Your puppy eyes were puffy and sweet water spilled from you tear ducts. Your cheeks were flushed and your plump, glossy lips were swollen from the rough, demanding kisses and bites he had given you. Fuck, you were just perfect...

• Yan! Jock who finds himself fucking you anywhere he can when he has the time. He gets so incredibly greedy when it comes to you. Like an addict finally getting his fix. He's so sweetly brutal when it comes to being in your fat pussy, always grinding his hips against yours so desperately and clinging to your ass, thighs, hips and tits like a stupid dog who was scared that its owner would leave it. And he drooled like one too. He just couldn't help himself. Not when you felt so fucking good.

When you brought up having a potential relationship, he was quick to blow the idea off. Sure, you were incredibly. In every way, really. But a relationship would get in the way of sports and his title. And he couldn't have that. Sports was his top priority. Or so he thought.. He made sure to remind you this after almost every heated session, while kissing that pretty pout off of your gorgeous lips.

And despite how amazing he was himself, you found yourself getting bored. You loved his body (because who wouldn't), but you wanted more than sex. You wanted an actual relationship. Loyalty and trust. It's what you thrived for. And when football season began and Yan! Jock cancelled his "study sessions" with you for practice, you found yourself opening up to others.

You hadn't ever seen yourself as attractive as people seemed to think you were. And besides that, you got many compliments on your personality and sense of humor when you started hanging out with others. It was... Refreshing. As your confidence grew, more guys began to approach you. Usually, you would have made up some stupid excuse to run off, but when a certain guy asked you out at the library, you decided to take the chance.

He was cute, really. You had bumped into him several times at the library before and had no issue with getting to know him better. He introduced himself as Adam, and the two of you set up a date. It would be simple. Just a greasy diner located Downtown to start off. As you and Adam talked on the phone up to the date, you discovered that you might like him. Like, REALLY like him. He was the opposite of the jock you had recently been fucking. He was a bit of a smartass and could be snarky, but he kept his interactions with you playful and respectful. He never asked for anything along the lines of a sexual relationship and went at your pace. You were comfortable with him and could see yourself with him, which is what you had originally wanted.

• Yan! Jock who's favorite spot to eat just so happens to be the diner that you and Adam decide to have your date at. It was after one of his football games. The rest of the team was exhausted and just wanted to head home after they hit the showers, but he had just enough energy after cleaning up and changing, to go to his favorite diner. He couldn't help but indulge in their greasy food every once and a while, even though he knew he should stick to his diet. But you had to break the rules some times. Right?

The moment he pulls into the diner, he could see you from the window. A familiar warmth began to stir in his lower regions. God, you were hot as Hell itself. But when he looked a bit closer, he noticed that you were with someone.

"What the fuck?" He growled, his tone coming out more possessive than he intended. For a second, the jock paused. Where was this sudden hostility coming from? What did it matter to him who you were hanging out with? It was your business after all. But when he looked back up at that idiot who was now hand feeding you a few fries, he lost himself. He got out of his car and slammed the door shut without worrying about locking it. He barged into the diner and ignored the older waitress who greeted him.

Yan! Jock approached the table with a grin plastered on his face, but he couldn't hide the pure fire raging in the depths of his usually warm brown eyes.

"Hey, man! What's up?" He said to Adam through gritted teeth. His boiling blood seemed to sear right through his pores. It felt like he was on fire. "Couldn't help but notice that you're with my girl tonight," He slid down into the booth beside you. "You two having fun?"

You froze in horror as you realized what was going on. Adam gave you a confused look. Before you could open your mouth to say anything, the jock wrapped and arm around your shoulder and squeezed one of your tits. "Oh, she didn't tell you? Me and this pretty little thing kinda have something going on. A relationship, if you will. Sorry to disappoint."

You tried to protest, but Adam wasn't having any of it. He got up abruptly and nodded at Yan! Jock before quickly heading to his car and driving off. You couldn't believe it. You finally had something promising going for you and the stupid jock had to RUIN it? You glared at him, but he was already pulling you out of the seat.

"You're coming home with me. It's late."

You tried to yank back, but his grip was made of steel. "Like hell I am, you asshole! The fuck is wrong with you?!"

He paused and looked at you. For the first time, his eyes seemed devoid of all emotion. He let out a sigh and pulled you closer to his warm body as he led you to his car. "You're what's wrong with me, Cutie. Going out with such a loser, have you lost your mind?"

You were quite literally at a loss for words. Who did this idiot think he was?! He was the one to ruin everything! He was the one who didn't want a relationship in the first place! You were so stunned that you hardly noticed him gently pushing you into the passenger seat. You were quiet on the ride to his house, still frozen in disbelief. The recent events flashed through your head like a horror film.

When the two of you arrived, he carefully pulled you out of the car and into his house. He rubbed his hands up and down your arms as if trying to warm your icy body. "Just relax, you're good now." He cooed, softly and pressed a kiss to the nape of your neck. You snapped, spinning around to slap him hard across the cheek.

"I can't believe you! I was finally talking to someone who liked me for me and not just what my body had to offer! And your dumbass wanted to ruin it all?! You're a sick fuck, you know that? I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU!"

Your fists felt soft against his broad chest, though the slap still stung his cheek. He flinched at your declaration of hatred for him and immediately wrapped you in a warm embrace. He pressed soft kisses to your scalp and trembled slightly from the sudden wave of regret. Not for lying to Adam about the two of you being in a relationship. But lying to himself and convincing himself that sports and his own needs should come before you. Because you were perfect. And he would do anything he could to make you happy.

"M'sorry, Honey. I fucked up, I know that now," He pulled away slightly so he could stare down at you with his softened, brown, lovesick gaze. "I should have given you what you so desperately wanted. A relationship and the loyalty that came with it." He buried his face in your neck, gripping your hips tightly as if horrified you might leave him once more. He felt your body stiffen under his touch and he grimaced. He genuinely messed everything up. His grimace shifted into a look of determination. I have to fix this, the jock thought. He hoisted you up into his strong arms and carried you upstairs to his bedroom.

"Hey! Put me down!"

He kissed the scowl off of those divine lips of yours and gently placed you onto the bed. Before you could scramble up and give him a piece of your beautiful mind, he was already pulling your dress up, peppering your plush thighs with soft kisses.

"Shhh... Just lemme take care of you tonight. I wanna prove that I love you more than anything, " He tugged your panties to the side with his teeth, revealing that juicy, slick mound that he adored so much. "And that your body may not be the only thing I care for when it comes to you, but it's most definitely something that should be worshipped." He slowly dragged his wet muscle between your folds, sucking gently on your clit.

You tried to ignore his apology and show him that this wouldn't get anywhere, but the way your back immediately arched from the familiar feel of his tongue wasn't fooling anyone. He didn't tease you like he usually would. He just grabbed at your thighs and ate you out passionately, kissing and suckling at your dripping cunt; moaning as your delicious juices hit his fast-working tongue. "M'so sorry, Darling. So, so, sorry... Mmh.. Shouldn't have been so stupid." He murmured his apologies between the comfort of your pussy lips, smiling in triumph as your legs instinctively tightened around his head. He plunged his tongue into your needy hole and added a few fingers to fill any empty gaps.

You must've orgasmed about five times before he finally got up from the floor to unbutton his pants and free his heavy cock. Instead of pouncing on you like a wild animal, he bent down to kiss your slightly pudgy tummy and slid his hands up to comletely tear off your thin dress. He looked up at you with a sheepish grin.

"Don't worry my love, I'll buy you a new one if you want."

The jock leaned up and gave your puffy eyes gentle kisses as he aligned himself with your gaping entrance.

"Please forgive me, Cutie. I should've known better." He leaned down to kiss your swollen lips as he pushed his stupidly large dick past your weakened defenses. He groaned loudly and grabbed onto the fat of your hips as if trying to ground himself.

"Fuckkk, Sweetie... You're so goddamn perfect... Always so ready for me~"

You were too full of him to speak. Tears streaked down your flushed cheeks. As much as you hated to admit it, you loved seeing him like this. So remorseful and gentle. It genuinely made you feel wanted. No... Needed. You whined loudly in response to the thick intrusion and bucked your hips.

Yan! Jock kneaded your breasts gently with a soft growl. He was thrilled to see you responding so well to him. Especially after he BETRAYED you and your trust. But this had to be his favorite side of you. You were too sweet, especially for him. Forgiving his short-comings so easily. All you needed was a little... Persuasion.

He smiled and guided your legs to wrap around his torso as he began to fuck you. He was rough, but in a gentle way. He knew how bad you needed this. Needed him. And he wouldn't deprive you from his attention any longer. So he made sure you could feel every inch of him. Every vein in his bruising cock. He could feel the appreciation coming off of you in waves of heat. Still, he continued to apologize and beg you for forgiveness.

He needed to fill you with his remorse. Engrave his sincerest regrets into you through his hickeys. Make you understand that he would NEVER hurt you like he did again.

• Yan! Jock who fucks you so good, that you couldn't walk for the next three days, and took care of you each day. He took off of practice to ensure that he could tend to your needs and give you much needed affection. Sure, he cuffed you to the bedpost because you tried to say that you needed to get home, but obviously you were just being silly. After all, you were all his now. And he would NEVER leave your side again.

~ Mal 💕🍵 (i hope you enjoyed this, i was half-asleep so sorry for any grammatical errors)

Yandere Jock x F! Bookworm reader pt.3

A/N: This chapter is more of a domestic life chapter.

TW: Dubcon, somnophilia, taking reader's birth control mention

Wanna but me a coffee: ☕

"Hey, Y/N, now that we're married, why don't we consum-" Brad flirts, loosening his tie and undoing his pants.

"Consume some food, yes. What a wonderful idea," You say, sitting on the bed and turning on the TV.

"Ugghh! Why do you keep avoiding sex with me?!" Brad groans, sitting on the bed next to you.

"You know why, Brad," You reply, not paying attention to your husband.

Ever since Brad tricked you into saying yes to his proposal for marriage by fucking you while he proposed, you've held a grudge. You didn't mind marrying him, but what angered you is that's how you're going to remember your proposal. Not being proposed to at an important place, a fancy restaurant, or near the beach, but on Brad's cum and sweat-covered bed while he rails you from behind. There was also the matter of the missing birth control pills, which infuriated you because you needed them for your period cramps.

"Baby, if you're still mad about the proposal, I can redo it. I thought you'd think it was cute to get a proposal after sex," Brad replies, touching your arm. "If you're that mad, I got a honeymoon gift for you."

You turn to look at Brad and see a giant carrot plushie.

"A carrot?" You question, looking at the zipper.

"Unzip it," Brad squeals, making you worried.

You unzip the carrot, and a bunny comes from inside (this plushie is real and very cute: https://lavenderconstellation.store/products/reversible-carrot-strawberry-bunny-plushies?variant=41187145121849).

"Aww, I'm slightly less mad at you now," You coo, kissing Brad on the cheek. "Still not going to have sex with you, though."

Brad groans, and he face plants onto his pillow. The two of you go to sleep until you're woken up by a force plowing into your pussy.

"Mm, Brad, what are you doing?" You groan, trying to lift your head only for it to be pushed back onto the pillow.

"Stay down, I'm almost-ah-finished," Brad groans, slamming his cock into you again.

You would've laid still and let him finish inside you, but a spark of rebellion rises in your chest. You raise your butt and start throwing your ass back onto Brad. He realizes what you're doing and slaps your ass hard.

"Keep fucking with me like that, and we'll never leave this room," Brad growls, making you blush. "Or maybe you'd like that?"

Brad finishes inside you, then leaves a trail of kisses down your neck. His hands roam your chest, leaving you no option but to moan into your pillow.

"What happened to the bride who didn't want to fuck her husband?" Brad teases, rubbing your stomach. "Wait a minute."

You've been caught. Although you were mad at Brad for the proposal and birth control, there was also the secret of your pregnancy that you kept from him. You knew that he's been suffering from baby fever ever since you two fucked in the school library. If he found out you were pregnant, he'd be worse than any bridezilla in existence.

"Y/N, are you pregnant?" Brad asks, pulling out of you.

"Yes. I did a pregnancy test three weeks before our wedding. Right now, I'm about nine weeks," You say, pulling up your shirt and showing your husband the little belly bump.

Brad suddenly hugs you tightly and kisses your stomach.

"I'm a dad! You're going to be a mom! We're going to be parents!" Brad happily exclaims, kissing every part of your body.

This is the happiest you've seen him since you danced with him during prom and your college graduation. You liked seeing him this way instead of the lustful, jealous, obsessive personality that scares you at times. Even if you did like a jealousy-fueled fucking, you don't like seeing your lover constantly in emotional distress and scared he'll lose you.

"So, can we go to the beach now?" You ask, making Brad look at you with confusion.

"Are you kidding me? No! What if you trip and fall while walking on the sand? What if you get hit by a beachball or stray umbrella? So many things could go wrong? You're staying here with me where I can pamper and protect you," Brad rambles, kissing your cheek. "Now, do you have any cravings because I can order room service?"

You have fed and fucked the monster, and now you've made it grow into an overprotective mate that will kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way.

"Brad, I'll be fine. I've been fine these past nine weeks," You argue, sitting up and moving off the bed.

"Y/N, get back on the bed where it's safe," Brad commands, his voice becoming deeper.

"I'm just standing up. In cases you didn't know, I can't lay on a bed for seven days straight. My legs will atrophy."

"I'm not playing with you today."

Brad grabs your hands and pulls you onto his lap. His furious eyes make your body go hot, and you obey your husband. After five years, his yandere tendencies have become a turn-on for you. Your subconscious told you not to find it attractive in any way, but pregnancy hormones are fucking with your brain.

"Come here," You squeal, grabbing the collar of your husband's pajamas and pulling it. "Act like that again and make me go crazy."

Brad smirks, then goes down on you. His lovebites bruise your neck, breasts, and shoulders, decorating you with red spots. He lovingly kisses your stomach and lays his head on it for a few seconds. Brad spreads your legs and begins to worship your pussy. He kisses and bites your clit, making you scream so loud the people next door could think you're being murdered. You keep a hand on Brad's head, slowly tugging it to signal your levels of pleasure. Brad sticks his tongue inside you, and you go wild. Your hand tugs Brad's hair so hard you could see him wince in pain.

"Easy, baby. I don't need my hair being pulled out," Brad says, looking at you. "Just relax and enjoy the ride. I've been fucking you for five years. I know what your body wants and how it reacts."

You let go of Brad's hair and lay your hands at your sides. He resumes eating you out, occasionally smiling from seeing you struggle to touch him. You cum on his tongue, making the last of your energy dissipate. Before Brad gets a chance to sit up, you're already demanding food.

"Of course, my darling, and our baby or babies need nutrients," Brad replies, kissing your inner thigh. "I'll read out the menu so you don't have to waste energy reading it."

"But I still have to waste energy comprehending what each dish and drink is. Then, I have to choose what I want," You reply, making sure to get the best out of Brad.

"You're right! I'll read the descriptions, and then you can order whatever you want," Brad replies, opening up the hotel's menu. "You know what, I'll just pick out what you want."

Brad picks up the phone and orders a buffet of food from the hotel's restaurant.

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"Crack another leg for me," You demand, eating a crab leg and tossing an empty one into a large pile.

"Yes, my darling," Brad answers, cracking multiple legs and handing it to you. "The cake I baked you should be ready in another 30 minutes."

"That's great. Can you stop by Barnes and Noble while you do your grocery run and get this list of books?" You ask, enjoying your food.

"Sure. Sweetie, there's not one parenting book on this list. You need to start learning how to parent before you give-"

"Ugh! I'm so hungry! I can feel the nutrients not reaching my baby!" You dramatically cry, making Brad stop worrying and return to feeding you.

Your marriage proposal may not have been the best, but having Brad bend to your every whim for the next eight months is a good replacement.

Yandere BTS OT7 - Mistake

DISCLAIMER: This is a FICTION work only made for entertainment purposes that includes yandere/dark. I do not support or encourage any type of abusive behaviour. 

SUMMARY: You make a big mistake and now you deal with the consequences.

Check more: Masterlist.

OT7 x Female reader

WARNINGS: Implied Kidnapping.

AN: I really made Jimin the bad guy here, but I hope you guys like it 💖

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You hold your breath for a solid minute, staring at the door as it shakes.

The banging on the door progressively gets more violent as the loud commotion outside of the bathroom you just locked yourself in increases. 

The realization of what you did slowly starts to hit you. 

But you know very clearly how badly you’ve messed up. 

“Y/n! Open this door right now!” Hoseok and Jimin yell, angry voices mixing in. 

“Open it right fucking now!” 

“Don’t you dare ignore us!” 

You wince as a hard punch is thrown at the poor door, silently thanking the strong wood for withstanding the boys’s wrath. 

It’s the only thing keeping you safe from a horrible punishment, although you’re not stupid enough to think you can spend the rest of your life hidden in the bathroom.  

“What is going on here?” a new voice joins, overlapping over the rest of the angry voices, and you guess it’s Namjoon from the deep timbre. 

“Look at this, hyung! Y/n tried pushing Jimin down the stairs and now she’s locked herself in the bathroom.” 

You can practically see Namjoon’s brows rising in disbelief. 

The handle moves and upon realizing that the door is indeed locked shut, there’s a new knock on the door, although this one is much softer than the previous ones. 

“Y/n? Is this true?” he questions you, voice laced with disappointment. “Did you try to hurt Jimin?” 

Hot tears prickle your eyes as the struggle to hold them back proves itself to be worthless.

They’re gonna get so mad at you. They’re gonna hurt you.

“N-No.” 

“Liar!” Jimin cuts you off, and you jump at an unexpected fierce bang to the door. “I was trying to be nice and you fucking pushed me away!”

His explanation is twisted and it awakens flames of annoyance inside you. 

Jimin is not someone you would rank highly when it came to the boys, despite having no clear favorites amongst them.

You hate them all.

They’re all kidnappers, for all you care. But Jimin is particularly pushy when it comes to you and you hate him dearly for that. 

“You’re the liar!” you scream back, still maintaining a safe distance from the door. “You…Why don’t you tell the truth, you asshole?” 

You don’t wait for him to reply before continuing. 

“Namjoon, he tried slipping his hands underneath my shirt.” you sniff, cringing at the fresh memory of Jimin’s cold hands sneaking around your belly, starved to touch any inch of your skin. “He touched me, so I pushed him. He- I didn’t realize the stairs were so close, okay?” 

There’s a moment of silence. 

“Jimin-ah, why would you do that?” 

The muffled question from Jin has a light spark of hope igniting in you. Jin is one of the nicest, he’ll surely understand your situation. 

“I didn’t grope her! It was barely a touch!” 

“Jimin…” Namjoon sighs, clearly having doubts over the younger boy’s dubious explanation.  

“Hyung, I’m telling the truth! Y/n is the one lying!” Jimin argued back, his heated temper making his voice rise. “She’s just making excuses for the fact that she tried hurting me. She’s the one who went crazy on me and tried to shove me down the stairs.” 

“I didn’t-”

“She was probably hoping that I’d break my neck or something.” The malicious tone that Jimin uses upsets you. 

“I already said it was an accident!” you try to defend yourself.

“It didn’t look much like an accident.” Yoongi contradicts you. 

“Yeah, it really didn’t.” You shake your head at Jungkook’s words, feeling yourself getting slightly hysterical. 

You want to scream and shout. Of course they’re gonna take Jimin’s side. 

“It was an accident!” your voice is considerably aggravated, and it shows. “I didn’t mean to!” 

“Then come out.” Jimin challenges you. “What are you hiding for, if it was an accident?” 

You ignore him. 

The boys argue back and forth, with Jimin vehemently insisting it's all your fault against Jin and Taehyung, who try their best to minimize your actions. 

Finally, when the argument threatens to escalate into a fight, Namjoon intervenes.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, guys. There’s no point in fighting like this. Let’s solve the situation like adults.”

There’s a softer knock on the door. 

“Y/n? Can you please come out?” 

You don’t even think before throwing a loud no. 

“Sweetheart, please, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Jin tries.

“Speak for yourself.” Jimin’s voice isn’t low enough to go unheard, and the hair on your arms rises at the implicit threat.

“Jimin!” several boys hiss. 

“Baby, please, just come out!” Taehyung begs. "We can talk things out."

“Y/n, we just want to clear up the situation, okay?” Namjoon tries again, using a pacific tone. “No one is punishing you without having the whole story, I promise.” 

You shake your head, heart pounding in your ears as you walk further away from the door. You don’t believe him.

In the end, they’ll hurt you. You know that. 

Curling yourself into the small space next to the bathtub, you bury your face in your arms.

Any previous anger and energy you had is now fully drained, the seriousness of your situation making you dwell into a light depression. 

You’re tired. So fucking tired of them. 

They’ve turned you into a captive, took away all of your life choices, stripped you away from your freedom. All for a poor excuse of love, as they claimed it. 

Obsessed freaks, that’s what they truly are. 

You cover your ears with your hands, blocking away their circus of begging, threatening and bribing. 

You’re not opening the door. 

It takes less than an hour for them to finally get inside the bathroom. 

By then, you’re slightly more anxious, having cried all the tears you had and yet new ones are ready to spill when Jungkook and Jin’s combined strength finally breaks the door down. 

As already expected, Jimin is the first one to stride in, closely followed by the rest of the boys. 

But what scares you the most is the terrifyingly sly smirk that he dedicates you as he bends down. One of his hands grips your hair, aggressively pulling your head back as he leans down to whisper on your ear. 

“I don’t care what Namjoon hyung said before.” he says, “But you’re getting punished. We’ll see if you can even walk after what I’m about to do to you.”

Hunter breeding his wife cuz she has been a such a brat these days,she should know he loves only her! No need to be so bratty about it, like what does she mean his love was suffocating? He had to punish her to remind her who she belongs to

TW: Mind control, Dubcon, Noncon, breeding kink

It's March, and the flowers are starting to bloom. Normally, you'd love the weather, but recently you can't enjoy anything due to Hunter. Luckily, Delilah offers some form of relief for you.

"Ae!" Delilah squeals, trying to crawl up to you.

"Good girl!" You coo, opening your arms for your baby.

Delilah stumbles onto her feet and tries to take a couple of steps. All is going well until Hunter opens the door. Then, Delilah falls to her knees.

"I'm home, and I brought food!" Hunter yells, bringing bags of fast food.

"Really, Hunter?! Delilah was about to take her first steps, and you ruined it!" You snap, making Hunter a bit uncomfortable.

"Sorry, darling. I was really excited to see my family," Hunter says, trying to kiss you on the cheek.

"Well, I'd like it if you saw us less often," You reply, moving your cheek away.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm saying your love is a suffocating force that strangles the life and joy out of everyone around you."

"You don't mean that. My love helped create our babies."

"More like your kinks and persistence did. If anything, I should be worried that they're related to you."

"There's no reason to act so bratty. If you're upset, take it out on me. Don't take it out on the children."

"I'm going to bed. Lauren, time for dinner!"

You put Delilah into her high chair and walk to your bedroom. You sit on the bed and look at a photo of you from the beginning of senior year. You were happy, and best of all, you didn't know him.

"Mamamama!" Lauren coos, walking into your room.

Delilah crawls in, following behind her sister. They climb onto the bed and snuggle next to you.

"Aww! Are my babies all full?" You ask, kissing their cheek.

Lauren nods her head and hugs your chest.

"Daddy even fed us desert!" Lauren squeals, becoming bouncy and hyper.

Hunter walks into the room, and you shoot him a glare.

"Alright, you two. Mommy is tired and needs her rest," Hunter says, making Delilah and Lauren climb down.

The two babies go into their playroom.

"Really? Desert? Right before bedtime? They'll be hyper till the next morning," You scold, hitting Hunter with a pillow.

"Is it so wrong to treat my babies right? Besides, at least I ate dinner with them," Hunter comments, making you snap.

"At least I don't uproot their lives and force them to be with me all the time. At least I let them have their choice of friends. At least they know I give them unconditional love," You snarl, breaking Hunter's last straw.

Hunter pins you to the bed and kisses you.

"You need to be punished. I'm not letting our children get raised by a brat," Hunter says, flipping you over.

Your stomach is on the bed, and you know what's going to happen.

"Oh please, a couple of spankings aren't going to hurt me. I'm used to your hands by now," You comment, laughing at your husband.

"Which is why I bought this paddle. I was going to save this for the weekend during our getaway, but I see you need it now," Hunter says, making your eyes widen.

"You-ah!"

Hunter slaps your ass with the paddle. He takes off your pants and underwear, and you're only left with your shirt on.

"Keep talking, and you'll end up with one hundred hits to the ass. If your pussy starts to get wet, I will command you when to cum. If you squirt, you'll get one hundred more hits."

Hunter keeps paddling your ass, and eventually, he notices your pussy is dripping wet.

"How pitiful. You only made it to fifty before getting wet. In that case, you'll need to cum every time the paddle touches your ass," Hunter says, shocking you.

"Hunter, that isn't even possible!" You exclaim, trying to move your hands from the cuffs he put them in.

"Of course, it is. You see, Heath and Henry are having relationship problems with their wives, too. So, Henry used his tech company to create a collar we call the Commando. Once that pretty thing is around your neck, you can't help but do anything I say," Hunter explains, bringing the black and pink collar around your neck.

"Hunter, stop it! Hunter-ooh...why does it feel so good?" You moan, feeling everything in you go hot.

"There are temporary nanobots in the heart. Right now, those bots are in your bloodstream, traveling to your brain and taking it over so you can be perfect. Don't worry. Once the caller is off, you'll be free."

"Hunter, you've just hit a new low."

Your head feels dizzy, and suddenly you black out. When you awaken, you feel the need to follow Hunter's orders.

"What should I do for my husband?" You ask, smiling gleefully.

"Cum every time I hit you with this paddle," Hunter replies, making your pussy get wetter than before.

Hunter hits you with a paddle, and you cum instantaneously. He laughs and hits you fifty more times. You cum so much that it's leaking onto the bed sheets.

"What else should I do for my wonderful husband?" You ask, turning to face Hunter.

"Tell me, are you highly fertile right now? I know you check your menstrual chart every day," Hunter commands, grabbing your phone from your nightstand.

"Of course, honey!" You chirp, pulling up your period tracker and pulling up today's date. "I'm very fertile today. Are you going to make me a mommy of three?"

"God, I love the way you talk with this collar."

Hunter takes his pants off and puts his dick inside you.

"Oh, master!" You moan, holding your legs open for him. "And to think naughty me was going to get birth control and an IUD."

"If that's what you thought you were going to do, then I'm going to make sure the only thing that always belongs in this pussy is my cock."

Hunter speeds up his thrusts, and he cums in you. You moan with satisfaction and beg for him to breed you again.

"If my loyal wife commands it," Hunter says, thrusting in you again.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" You squeal, groping your boobs. "Make my boobies full of even more milk!"

Hunter climaxes and sends a wave of cum into you.

"Cuddle, Y/N."

"Yes, hubby."

The two of you cuddle while Hunter is still inside you. When you wake up, your pelvis is hurting like no tomorrow.

"Hunter, what did you do?" You groan, holding your stomach.

"I bred the brat out of you," Hunter answers, bringing breakfast and painkillers. "Don't worry. You'll be okay, and you'll deliver another child for our babies to play with."

You cry, and he soothes you.

"I'll provide the best maternal services for you like I've always done. As much as I want you to be carrying my babies, you can't do that if you're stressed."

"What would you know about stress, you demonic, horny bitch."

"I can tell being a mother is stressing you out so after this baby, I'll be wearing a condom. You're also getting that nexaplon implant I took out back in college. We both need a break."

"Thank you, Hunter."

For once, things were going your way. At least you'll have another nine months without a period.

When The Party’s Over Masterlist (Rafe Cameron x Reader)

summary: Manipulated into a secret relationship with Rafe Cameron, you’re finding it much easier said than done to do the right thing and walk away…especially when he refuses to let you.

➥ Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, abusive relationship, forbidden relationship, violence, public sex, jealousy, underage drinking, drug use, manipulation, corruption, loss of virginity, forced pregnancy, innocent reader, Heyward!reader, dad!Rafe

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