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Room's On Fire 12: Love the Way You Lie

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Madonna lets herself believe the lies

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

Extra warnings for chapter: Meltdown, gaslighting and manipulation. Madonna has sensory overload and has a whole meltdown. Lots of people manipulating Madonna. Brief physical violence but it's minor. To be clear, Madonna thinks Iris is willingly having sex with Ben

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"Just gonna stand there and watch me burn? Well, that's alright, because I like the way it hurts Just gonna stand there and hear me cry? Well, that's alright, because I love the way you lie I love the way you lie" ~ Love the Way You Lie Part 3, Skylar Grey

Iris stood before you, eye intent and alight in your room. She had convinced Reyansh to step away, and after some concerned disagreement from her lover, he acquiesced to her request, and Iris confronted you.

“You can’t tell anyone.”

Despite the tears in your eyes, you guffaw at her audacity. She had no right to ask anything from you after you watched her be bent over and fucked by your husband.

“How dare you.” You spat. “How dare you ask anything of me! How dare you think I owe you anything!”

You saw a look of confusion on her face that softened for a moment. “You think we’re having an affair, don’t you.”

It was you who was confused now. “What else am I supposed to think?!”

Iris simply shook her head, then settled back into her determination. “Just… fuck, you can’t tell Reyansh or Jonah, please?”

“You’re more concerned about me telling them than Santi or Will?” You laugh.

“Yes!” Iris’s voice cracks, the building emotion in her tone, the desperation that was so clear… you soften your voice.

“I can’t… Rey… he’s my friend…”

Iris closed her eyes and sighed. “I know… I know it looks really bad just…” she scrubbed her face. “I know I haven't always been nice to you, I haven't been welcoming and you care more about Jonah and rey and you have no reason to care about me- ”

“That’s not it!!” You shout, frustrated. How could she think that? “Of course I care about you! All I fucking wanted all these months was for everyone to like me and it feels whenever I finally get someone figured out, something else happens! You, Jonah, Pope, Frankie, Ben! It’s so fucking confusing and it fucking hurts! I just wanted you to love me like I love you! I love everyone in this house, I love everyone in Delta and for some! Fucking! Reason! I could never figure out how to make friends and then my dad had to mess up everything! I came here and I thought-” Your voice cracks under the weight of your feelings, and you close your eyes to not have to look at the pity of her face. You were over the pity. “I thought things would change. That I was divinely chosen and things would get better but… I never fucking does.”

There is a long silence, you could only hear the sound of your own heart beating, the world seeming to fold in on you. All you ever wanted was to not feel so alone and no matter what you did, you just couldn’t seem to push the pieces together.

“Please.” Iris whispered, her voice soft and vulnerable. “Just… give me some time.”

You’d agreed not tell Rey or Jonah for now, then told Iris to get the fuck out of your room. As the door closed, you saw the confused eyes of Rey, clearly worried about you and her. Listening through the door, you hear him desperately trying to get Iris to tell him what’s going on while she keeps saying it's fine, it's fine, it’s fine. Their voices trail off as Rey abandons his post, because Iris is the most important thing to him. You couldn’t blame him for that.

The next day you search out Will. All of your men had different temperaments that were suites for different things, different needs and wants and moods.

Pope was fire and ice, emotions that shifted with the wind but intense no matter what. Pope held the passion and it showed in the way he preached to crowds, controlled a room, even those small moments while he watched you paint his eyes were alight.

Francisco was your calm intelligence, attention to detail that was valuable to the community. When you presented him with your cross stitching, he ran his fingers over every stitching, noticing every thread. He memorized your body the same way, with quiet determination.

Ben was your fun, your adventure and joy. Ben was good at destruction, whether fucking you on a rooftop or taking you out for a high-speed horse race, Ben was always abled to clear your mind. His bright-eyed joy and boyish wonder for the world around him was always more important than whatever else was happening.

Will was logical, patient, clear headed. Will could soothe you and provide you with answers, talk you through your feelings, reassuring you on that golden tongue of his, that tongue that made you cum over and over again and made your heart swell with his sweet words.

Will was who you needed right now.

What you weren’t expecting was for Will to not be surprised.

When you come to him, trying your best to hide the tears blurring behind his eyes, hearing.

“I thought Iris was a strange choice.”

He was surprised by the fact it was Iris. Not that he was sleeping with someone that wasn’t you, Pope, or Francisco.

When you question what he means, Will goes on to say. “Well, Iris and Frankie were going to be engaged at one point, and seeing as her dad was sleeping with my fiance, it seems a bit of a mess, but” He shrugged. “That’s Ben for you.”

What did that mean? Iris and Francisco were together? Had she slept with two of your husbands? Fuck, had she slept with them all? Did Iris have everything you didn’t, fucking your husbands, Rey, ever loyal at her side, a dad that was good and loved her? Beauty and confidence that you felt you could never achieve? Your hand goes to your stomach. She didn’t have a baby. “You… knew Ben was sleeping with someone?”

Will goes back to organizing his medical books. “Well I mean I figured he had someone, especially after him and Frankie, well, you know.”

You didn’t. “They what?!?” You stand there, feeling dumb. You were dumb.

Will waves his hand behind him, not looking at you. “It’s just them, you know how they are.”

Again, you didn’t. “Will…” Your voice cracks his name. “What’s going on?”

He stops, turning to look at you with a frown and when he sees the tears in your eyes, his face falls. “Oh, princess…” The pity drips from his mouth, smooth as honey but a hint of something else. “Did you not know we could see other people?”

You felt… stupid. Heat rose up at your neck, ears burning. You were angry and felt humiliation. “He wasn’t ‘seeing’ other people, he was fucking my friend up against the wall!”

In surprise, but remaining calm, Will raised an eyebrow. Immediately you feel childish for your outburst. Talking like that, saying ‘fucking’, it was not becoming of the Madonna. “She’s your friend now, is she?”

You were certain you looked like an idiot standing there. “Well, yes, she-”

“Because yesterday you said you weren’t friends”

“No! No that’s not what I-”

“Did you not say you had nothing in common?”

You… you did say that… Had you said you weren’t friends? You didn’t feel like that’s what you had meant to say… Had you misled him? “Well, yes but I just meant-”

“It’s no matter. The point is, Madonna…. My darling wife…” Will steps forward and takes both your hands. “How many wives did Isaac have?”

You blink. “Two…”

“And king David?”

“Three… But they were married! They were holy unions, like me being married to you 4?”

A slight smirk on his face. “Do you think you’re King David in this scenario?”

Once again, you felt stupid and embarrassed. “Oh… sorry, I misunderstood the analogy…”

“It’s alright, come here, beautiful…” Will pulls you in, his strong arms making you feel safe, secure… It was going to be okay. “Since the dawn of time, men have always had multiple partners. As God’s, we have needs that can’t be filled by one woman.”

“But I thought… I guess I thought you were with each other too, and that was enough…”

Will rubs your back, his fingers massaging into your tense skin. “It is for me, Madonna, don’t worry… You, Pope and Frankie are enough for me. Ben just has a strong sexual appetite. It’s a part of his energy, you know how he is. He just has mistresses. You didn’t know he had mistresses Madonna? Kings and Gods, we always have mistresses and lovers. It’s a part of our nature. Surely you know this, Madonna…”

Of course. Of course you did. How stupid of you to think they didn’t. “Does it… does it have to be Iris?”

“I’ll talk to him, okay? No guarantees, but I’m sure someone else will be suitable.”

You felt better. Will always made you feel better. Your questions have been answered…. So why did you still feel confused?

What you didn’t know was that after Ben was done with Iris, the clarity hit him. He fucked up. And who does he count on to fix his messes? Ben ran to Will, who concocted the mistress defense in an instant. Then smacked Ben upside the head for being so stupid.

Frankie’s head lay in your lap, his unbuttoned shirt showing off curls of hair. He was beautiful like this, gazing up at you as you placed small flowers and bright green blades of grace in his hair. His cock was hard inside where your legs were spread over him, your white dress covering you both, just how you two liked to hang out in the meadow; sometimes fucking, sometimes not. Always together and connected. Frankie’s mouth was occupied with a joint.

“Can you grow flowers?” You ask him, distracted. You’d been distant all day, mind busy reconciling the fact Ben was sleeping with another women. Perhaps you were overreacting, naive, selfish. You got to sleep with 4 handsome men, it was wrong of you to expect them not to sleep with other women, right? How could you be jealous where Ben’s dick went when you were sitting on Francisco’s right now?

“Hm? Oh, no, I wish. That’d be cool.”

You hum in acknowledgment, absentmindedly twirling one of his curls against his forehead around your finger, looking at the red, blue, yellow and white flowers in his hair, brown locks in a bed of green grass. You liked the smell when he smoked. You never liked it before, but now it reminded you of him.

“You okay, beautiful?”

Your lip quivered. “Yeah.” You wish he hadn’t asked that. Tears began to burn behind your eyes.

A deep crease appeared between his brows. “I don’t think you are.”

That was enough. “D-do you have a mistress?” You manage to get out, then begin to cry, and Francisco pulls you down onto his body, the thick joint put out in the dirt.

“Sweetheart, hey! Where is this coming from? Of course I don’t… why would you ask me this?”

“Ben does!” You don’t know when you became so emotional… You felt stupid. You always were easily frustrated, people not making sense to you, sounds being overwhelming… but you weren’t a cryer, not anymore. As a child, you were prone to meltdowns, something that was disciplined out of you. You learned to shut down, not act out, as a good and holy woman should… the tears must have come with pregnancy.

“Oh baby… what do you know?”

You explain it to him. Not how you found them, not how Ben wanted you to participate, but that you knew he was sleeping with Iris.

Francisco’s eyes widened at that, tone just a tad darker than you knew it to be. “He’s sleeping with Iris? Really?”

“Yes!” You sit up and smack his chest in the low-buttoned shirt; it wasn’t hard, but he flinched. Guilt washed over you, but you couldn’t stop. “And you were going to be engaged to her! You’re probably sleeping with her too!” You smack his shoulder again, but when he catches your wrist you begin to scream. It was all too much: him inside you, the wind on your skin, grass itching your legs, the smell of the burning joint and that deep-seeded something deep down inside you threatening to boil over. There had been no outlet for you, no where you could turn to feel anything happening and not feel the things that were constant irritants. You had no mouth, and yet you must scream. So you did.

Francisco watched in horror and you broke down, screaming and crying and pulling at your hair and scratching your legs.

“Madonna, hey, Madonna what's going on? Talk to me, please, your… you're scaring me…” He keeps his distance when you climb off him, but it doesn’t seem to help.

You don’t want to feel the grass or your dress or the wind and you don’t want to feel the pain deep in your heart, the anger and hurt and fuck the grass feels awful. You scratch and scratch and it hurts. You tug at your dress.

“It’s too much!” You shout, crying as he watches you. “My dress, the grass it’s too too fucking much!”

Every second feels like forever, but you are soon aware of Francisco’s hands on you, You try to smack him away, not wanting more touch as you melt down on the damp ground, but what he does surprises you. Fransco pulls off your dress, which initially makes you fearful of the grass texture on more skin, but soon enough you are pulled onto his lap, your naked body curled up on him and he’s squeezing you, he’s squeezing you so hurt and fuck, it feels good. You stop screaming, beginning to calm down but still crying. He pulls a blanket over you and at first you aren’t sure why. He makes sure the blanket doesn’t irritate your skin more, still holding you.

When you hear the sound of horse footsteps, you realize why he covered you.

“What the hell happened! It’s she okay?” Jonah tore up the ground when he heard you screaming while doing circles around the open meadow. The sound of you in pain echoed down the valley, and Jonah feared the worst, and he shouted your name when he saw you.

You didn’t answer, too exhausted and distressed. Frankie looked up to Jonah on the horse. “She’s alright, she just had a… had to get some feelings out. Could you please bring my horse?”

Jonah’s eyes darted to wear your dress lay discarded on the ground and back to you. He shared a knowing glance with Francisco, and went to fetch his horse, Cielo.

Francisco gentle kissed your forehead as you muttered an apology. “You have nothing to be sorry for, mi flor” He picked a wild flower out of the ground and placed it behind your ear. “Mi flor perfecta. You’re my wife, you’re the only one I need. I don’t have, need, or want a mistress.”

You sniffle. “And… Iris?”

Francisco sighed. “That was never my idea. I won’t lie to you, we’ve kissed, we’ve done a little more but… that was Bea- ahem, Divine Mother’s plan. She wasn’t the one I wanted.”

Jonah rode up with Cielo, and Francisco stood with you in his arms before handing you, bundled up in the blanket for modesty, to Jonah. As Francisco gathered your dress and the picnic quickly, Jonah held you close; firm chest a contrast to Francosco’s fluff.

“Had me scared there, darl’n. Though someth’n happened to yuh.”

“”M sorry…” You mutter, tired. His deep, gentle voice was soothing.

“”Salright… I’m still worried, so you come talk to me if yuh need to, okay? My doors open this time, I promise…”

Bags packed, Frankie got on Cielo.

You remember last time you came to Jonah’s room crying… he was letting you know you could this time, should you need to.

“I got her.” Francisco spoke quickly, practically taking you out of Jonah’s arms.

On the ride back, sun beginning to paint red over the land, you feel somewhat childlike. You’re naked under the blanket, feeling a bit like a burrito. You hope your baby is okay. Frankie assures you that baby and you will be okay, but he’ll take you to Will when you get home, let you rest.

“How did you know what to do to… to help me, I mean.”

A long pause. “Just…” He sighs. “I’m omniscient, all that.”

You nod against his chest. “It was Ben, wasn’t it? The one you wanted to marry instead of Iris? I see how you look at each other…”

Another sigh. “Yeah. It was. But don’t worry about that now, Madonna. Love’n Benjamin… it ain’t easy. I guess you know that now. It’s not like loving you.”

You spent the rest of the day in Will's dim lit bedroom, Will and Frankie making sure things weren’t too loud or bright or anything that might disrupt you and the baby. You would be okay.

When Iris brought you and your two husbands your diner, she couldn’t look you in the eye. You noticed the way Francisco watched her with wide, sad eyes. You wondered if he wanted her.

The next day, Pope found you painting, sauntering in the room with his wine. “What’s this one going to be?” He asked over your shoulder. He smelled fresh and clean, his growing beard tickling your face.

“A maypole.” You point to the tall structure and ribbon’s you’ve painted so far. “I wanna do it with all our colors, red yellow blue green white.”

“Beautiful idea, my Madonna.” He took a step back, looking at you with concern. “Frank, he… told me what happened to you in the meadow.”

Your eyes widened. “I’m, Pope I’m sorry!” You begin to ramble, to panic again. “I’m so sorry it won’t happen again! I just- I was over reacting and being childish and I promise it’ll get it under control!”

You expected anger, or his disappointment. You couldn’t bare it if he cut you off again. Instead, he was gentle; his voice was soft and calm. “What are you apologizing for, beautiful girl?”

“For… for being…”

“Human? Madonna…” He steps closer to you again, his hair now long enough to tie in a bun but right now, the graying curls dance at his shoulders. His eyes are empathetic. “I use to… I used to struggle with… similar feelings. Emotions I felt out of control with… my mother, she…” Pope’s feet shuffled and he looked down, suddenly seeming 10 years younger. “Well, she obviously had a lot more to worry about than just me. I guess I wish she handled it differently. Ways that didn’t involve locking me in a dark closet or using a belt.”

Your heart sinks at that. You were raised to believe in corporal punishment; it was used on you, and every child in delta… you didn’t realize it was used on Pope. He was a child in Delta after all… but you had thought God’s were beyond it. You forget, sometimes, Pope was half human. It hurt you to know that he had been hurt.

“Frank was the only one who could calm me down sometimes.”

“Oh Pope, I’m so sorry” Quickly, you embrace him with a hug that he returns tightly.

“It’s okay, just… don’t feel bad for having feelings. Get them out whatever way you want, if you wanna get out more, Saha can take you riding our walks or whatever. We’re here for you, Madonna. You took on the burden of baring the savior, we’re going to take care of you in return.” He tightened his grip on you, tucking his face into your neck.

You felt safe with him. You felt seen. “Thank you, Pope. I love you.”

“I love you too, Madonna. We all do.”

He held you like that for the while, your hearts beating against each other, safe in your own skin, pregnant belly pressed up against his softness.

“Oh, that one’s new…”

Breaking away, you turn to see where he was looking and smile when you recognize the picture. It was the abstract piece you and Ben made. “Oh! Yeah, me and Ben made that!”

Pope’s back stiffened, but it went unnoticed by you. “You… made it?”

“Yes!” You laugh, walking over to it and smiling, admiring a particular spot you knew was Ben’s buttcheek. “We had sex with paint on our bodies. Isn’t it beautiful?”

Your heart was warm looking at the painting, remembering the good times with Ben. It was going to be okay. Your bodies made something so beautiful together, you loved him so, so deeply, it had to be okay.

“It’s beautiful, Madonna.”

Sarcasm was lost on you.

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Alright guys, next chapter....... IS WHERE IT ALL GOES WRONG!!!!

I wont have anything out for at least 2 weeks probably bc........ PAPERS so much writing to do ahhhhh

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Also: any idea for names??? I like Meadow for a girl because Frankie and Madonna and THATS WHAT BELLA AND EDWARD SHOULD"V NAMED THEIR DAUGHTER INSTEAD OF FUCKING RESUME

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do you ever think you’d continue the guard dog fics?

Hi!!!! I do hope continue, esp since I left on a cliffhanger!!! Right now c rooms on fire is keeping me v busy as is 700 papers to write lol but I hope to put a new chapter out after school!!!

The world needs more sub Joel and p boy fics need more pet play !!

#dark!joel #joel miller #the last of us hbo #gaurd dog series #Gaurd dog Joel

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Okay but imagine riding Frankie Morales’ thick cock while he plants languid, needy kisses on your neck. He looks up at you with those big brown eyes that have seen so much war and is capable of death but he’s looking at you as if he’d crumble if you hopped off of his dick in that moment.

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Same I’m so excited

Mariposa: Teaser Trailer

Javier Peña X Fem!OC! Marisol Muñoz Secondary Dark!Pablo Escobar x Marisol Munoz

Oc description: Mari is a social worker from Mexico who came to Colombia to help with the mass of children left behind from the drug wars. She also happens to be the social worker facilitating Steve and Connie's adoption of Olivia. She has light-medium brown hair with just a hint of red when the sun hits it. Her skin is light brown but she has vitiligo, causing patches of light skin around her body, and a large one over her eye that looks like a butterfly wing. She is fearless, thoughtful, and empathetic. Javi is smitten, but won't admit it.

Ficlet Summary: After a drug raid, Marisol comes to collect the child left behind.

This piece is pretty mild, mentions of blood and violence but in the past. Future themes will include non con, dub con, brainwashing, kidnapping, Torture, NOT FROM JAVI but some too Javi. I will not be lableing every single warning as to not spoil things.Proceed with caution.

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Javier held a screaming baby. He was not good with children.

"You are so fucking bad at this." Steve grumbles, but reaches out for the child. Poor thing was here for the shootout. He would need to go to the hospital, but only to check his hearing. Miraculously, the child was unharmed.

Javi passes the screaming bundle off to Steve, and the baby almost immediately begins to calm down. "You'd think intel could warn us there is a child around, kid could've gotten shot."

"Social services got called for this little guy, can't take this one home. Me and Connie are at our capacity for orphans right now." When he saw a high ponytail bouncing past the window, he knew who got sent over. Of course it was her, no one else wanted to be scene at Narco's properties with the DEA. "Hey Javi, your little crush is here."

"Hm?" Javi looks up just in time to see her. Fuck, did the sun have to set behind her just as she walked in the door? Did it have to create a golden halo around her, making her look as angelic as she was? Did she really have to flutter over here, pushing past agents and not minding blood at her feet, making a beeline to the baby in Steve's arms?

Did her face have to capture every bit of his attention? "Ohhhhh pobrecito! Esta bien, estas seguro ahora, te tengo... te tango..." Marisol looked up at Javi and Steve, more serious now but kind none the less. "Can you please tell me everything you know right now? I wanna get him somewhere safe and comfortable as soon as possible."

"Si, claro" Javi assured and asked Steve to finish the investigation while he filled Marisol in. Steve gave him a smirk, and it took everything in Javi not to flip him off. He ushered Marisol and the baby outside, away from the blood and bodies to tell her what he could about the child, whose he was, so on.

As she apprached her car and Javi spoke, Marisol instructed him to open her trunk where he found a few car seats.

"Pull out the car seat for me, would you please?" She requested, arms full.

There were at least 4 in there. "Uhhhhh which one?"

"The one for babies, Señior." There was a slight tease in her voice.

Javier stood up, two hands on his hips. "Señorita Muñoz, babies are Murphy's deal, not mine. I don't know what kind of car seat that baby needs." He felt a little bad for snapping, but she just chuckled.

"The one of the far left, doubles as a baby carrier."

"Ah. Ya lo veo." He took it out, set it in and tried to buckle it, but was once again lost.

"Move, move" She nudged him but not unkindly. She spoke soft and clear. Marisol placed the baby, now ready to sleep it seems, in the carrier. Javier averted his eyes to not stare at her ass, but when he looked up he saw Steve grinning at him from the porch. There, he flipped him off.

She climbed out of the car and shelter shut the door. It was there he saw the tiredness in her eyes. She worked hard for the children.

"Gracias, señor Pena."

"Please, just call me Javi. We see enough of each other you might as well." He liked that that made her smile. He watched her slide into the car, skirt brushing her knees where he noticed more light patches Javier leaned into the car. "And thank you, for all you do for Colombia's children, Mariposa. It doesn't go unnoticed"

When she smiled up at him, it felt like he was the only man in the world

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I don't do tag lists for individual one shots anymore, but I still do for series!Will start once school ends and I finish blessed be the fruit! Im trying to have MAX 2 dark series and 2 normal series lmfao so im tryna clean up.

Again this WILL BE A DARK DARK THEME but JAvi isnt dark. well i mean he's javi and it's narcos, but he is not dark to reader. Yes, this is also a pablo x oc fic okay, not my fault he's hot

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this series and ROF will be my focus. puppy girl and guard dog will come when inspiration hits, if ever

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I love being the mom friend my friends come over and ask for snacks and im like. I got you,

Bandids? i got you.

Chocolate? I got you.

Peppers prayed yourself? Strange but ig im getting in the shower fully dressed

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Blessed be the Fruit: Finale, part 1

Commander!Joel Miller x Handmaid!Reader

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Summary: Joel takes you somewhere different, meeting Tommy there

Content and Warnings: DARK JOEL! DUB CON! (stressing the dub con again this chapter)

Although no violent rape happens like in TWW, reader is under systemic misogyny and a society of ritualized sex abuse. Everything other than the violent rape scenes, everything that happen in either The Handmaids Tale book or show are liable to happen here including but not limited to discussion of rape, child abuse, child marriage, ritualized sexual abuse, sexual abuse in general, acts of violence, major character deaths, mentions of miscarriage but never shown and never pregnancies we know of. Big ole homophobia warning, specifically in regards to lesbophobia. As for Joel, PIV sex, breeding kink, degrading (slut, whore etc but thing like Raider!joel) forced breeding and breeding kink, power dynamics, Joel is not the good guy but he’s also not the worst, slightly rough sex but not violent. Warnings are liable to be added as the story goes but I’ll always update. As always if I miss something please tell me, but i extensively label my warnings and in the end media consumption is your own choice. If you would like to know if this is a happy ending or not you can message me and I’ll tell you that way I don’t spoil for everyone but you can decide if this is for you.

Immersability: Reader has long hair, can conceive children theoretically.

Extra warnings: homophobia, pedophilia (nothing actually happens), David creepiness.

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You were stuck in the house on a rainy day, helping Lisa with the cookies for dinner tonight. Your head was swirling, memories of the last several nights making your thighs clench. You hadn’t seen Angela since the night you and her fucked 3 day ago, the heavy rain making the menial store runs not worth it for now. Couldn’t risk getting sick in case you were pregnant, now could you?

Would things change between you? Did this mean you were gay? You had no idea, you needed to see her, she was the only person you could trust with this. Joel hadn’t changed, continuing to fuck you last night, while the night before he taught Ellie. Ellie came before any for him.

She was upstairs right now with Riley and that made you even more nervous. You knew what they were doing, they weren’t subtle one bit. Ellie had no sense of self preservation, it seems. You decided to go upstairs to check on her, but quickly turned away when you heard the sound of kissing. Shit. They were loud. You didn’t want to interrupt them, feeling flustered and embarrassed by overhearing so you dash downstairs to try and see where Gina was, to make sure she wasn’t coming upstairs. It was there you saw Gina welcoming Bedford inside.

Shit. Shit shit shit.

“You can fetch Elizabeth from her room, Commander Bedford.” Gina spoke. “She’s up there with Mrs. Jones. They are such close friends, I do hope they can see each other often when she’s married.”

“Of course, Mrs. Miller. It’s so important for the wives to have close friendship to grow closer to god with each other and lean on those hard times.”

You needed to get to Ellie. You neede to warm her before she’s caught; you doubted even Joel could keep her and Riley off the wall.

“I can go get her, Mrs. Miller” You offer and move towards Ellie’s, room, but Gina catches your arm.

She narrows her eyes at you. “No, I think Commander Bedford has it, thank you OfJoel.”

You try to push past. “Really, it’s no-”

But you were shoved away, into the hall, her grip still firm on you, and nodding David Bedford away to the girls room.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Mrs. Miller, you need to let me go, you need to stop him.” You’re getting more frantic, trying to get out of her grip but her fingernails dug into your skin painfully. “Ellie, she-”

Gina’s face was sudden close to yours. “I know what her and Riley are doing, you little harlot, I’m getting her out of my face so she can stop embaressing me.”

She was trying to get Ellie and Riley killed?

“ELLIE!” You start to scream but Gina worked fast, shoving you out the door and locking it.

You didn’t think to much on what you did next. You were never getting out of Gilead alive, you were never going to see your son again. You didn’t even know if this would do anything… but Joel was gone, and only one person could help. Taking off, you run next door, not stopping to knock. “COMMANDER MILLER! COMMANDER MILLER!” You ony had the slightest sense to think he call him commander miller instead of Tommy.

Angela appeared around the corner, green eyes wide and wild. “OfJoel, what are you-”

“I need Tommy, emergency!”

Hearing his name, Tommy runs down the stairs. “What the hell is happening!”

“Gina brought Commander Bedford to the house” You grab him and start pulling him out the house as you explain, there was no time to waste. “She’s there with Riley, they’re kissing, I- I don’t know what else, but Gina, she said she was trynng to get Ellie caught!”

Tommy ran past you. “Fucking bitch! Angela, stay here-”

“No fucking way!”

But Tommy shot her a look. Never have you seen Angela fold for a man, and certainly not Tommy. She liked Tommy, but you didn’t take orders from men you pegged. Angela as told to get to his office and call Joel

You tell Tommy the door is locked, but he has a spare key and gets inside. You hear shouting upstairs and Tommy’s long legs are taking the steps three at a time to get to his niece but you lag behind, slowed in your stupid shoes.

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM THEM!”

Everyone was in the parlor.

A very terrified and wide eyed Ellie standing opposite of an equally scared Riley. Tommy stood by his niece and you, shouting at Gina. Commander Bedford stayed quiet, but his eyes were alert, carefully watching everyting and everyone. Luke and Lesa even lurked in the shadows, listening in.

“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE!” Joel’s booming voice broke into the house, dorm slamming shut with such a force, pictures shook on the walls.

“Dad!” Ellie ran across the rooms, passing David and Gina fearlessly now that her father was in the room. Joel took her quickly into a protective hug, turning her body away from the household, his broad width keeping her from view. “Are you okay, baby girl?”

She nodded. “Dad, I fucked up, I fucked up so bad-”

“Shhh, Ellie, it’s okay…” He stroked her hair that had fallen out, tucking it behind her ears. “I’m gonna protect you.” With Ellie trailing behind him, he grabbed Riley as well, pulling her away from Bedford. He knew exactly what Bedford was, and would not allow him near either girl. He locked eyes with Tommy.

Gina spoke first. “This is your fault, allowing her to just do whatever she wants, she’s spoiled-”

“Hush, woman! Will someone explain to me what happened.”

Finally, David spoke. “It seems I caught Miss Miller and Mrs. Jones in a rather… compromising position.”

Joel stood tall and powerful in front of the two teens. “I certainly don’t know to what you’re implying, Bedford, but I suggest you tread lightly, here.”

David stepped forward, and eerie calm in his voice and soft smile on his face. “Commander Miller, I assure I want this all sorted out as well but the fact of the matter is I saw Miss Miller and Mrs. Jones kissing. Not only is this gender betrayal, but it’s an affair for Mrs. Jones, an affair in which Miss Miller is complicit. This can get both of them killed or sent to the colonies.” The colonies were basically a death sentence.

“Neither of them” He spoke firmly, sure. “Are going to the wall or the colonies, Bedford. They are just kids.” When this didn’t work, he softened his tone to the negotiator. “C’mon, David. You were a teacher, you know these are just kids, they do stupid shit.”

He shakes his head. “Actions need to have consequences, Joel, you know this. Back then, we allowed this sort of thing to run rampant and we were punished by God, taking away our children.”

“Bullshit!” Tommy barked across the room. “If God was punishing us for anything, it’s for sicko’s like you touching little kids!” With long strides, Tommy walked over shouting at Bedford, but Joel put up a hand to stop him. He needed to negotiate.

“What do you want, David?”

He sighed, holding both his hands behind his back. “I think young Elizabeth’s problem-”

Joel’s face shifted into a warning glower. “Do not talk about my daughter-”

“Is that she is at marriage age, needs a husband to set her on the right path.”

Tommy scoffed. “And that man is you?”

“Yes, I think so. She’s a strong willed woman, could be a leader among the wives if she’s set on the right path. The bible does, in fact, teach in favour of strong women, despite what our enemies say.”

From behind Joel, Ellie steps out, brave now that she has two protectors. “Yeah? Like who?” She challenged, Joel trying to hush her but sighing. He knew he couldn’t.

But David was not phased. “Judith, Ruth, Esther, Mary Magdalen. You would know that if you paid attention to theology class instead of staring at my niece.”

“I would know that if you let me read the damn bible!” She took a few short step towards David as she screamed at him, the room erupting in commotion

“Ellie!” Gina shouted and began to stride toward her daughter she clearly held so much contempt for, but Tommy gripped her arm yanking her back, growling to stay growing at her to ‘stay the hell away’ from Ellie.

Joel’s eyes widened; swearing was being added to her list of offenses today, and ‘damn bible’ made it worse, as did an expression of desire to read. She was digging herself deeper. Riley tried to cull Ellie back in, but the only thing that stopped her was Joel’s strong arm around her pulling her back in. The only person remaining calm was David.

“Allow me to marry Elizabeth, and I’ll make sure she fulfills her potential.”

Joel watched for a long time, planning his next move. He’d always been so in control, so sure of himself and the future… He hadn’t felt this lost since Sarah died. It was then he noticed you. WHen you and Joel locked eyes, you knew there was nothing he could do. He was accepting his fate.

“And you won’t tell a soul about her?”

“Dad, no!”

“No one outside of this room.”

“And Riley, you won’t tell Commander Jones?”

“Joel, man, what are you doing?”

“They’ll remain safe, you have my word.”

Joel took a deep breath. “Fine, you may inform the counsel of the betrothal, now get the fuck out of my home.”

Chaos shattered like glass, confusing everyone in the room as Bedford left the house.

“Dad! What the hell! What is wrong with you!” Ellie berated her dad. Gina tried to tell her to shut up, but Joel snapped and turned to his wife, eyes cold and sharp.

“You! I know you did this shit Gina. You’ll fucking pay for this, I’ll have your fucking head on a pike!”

Gina was undeterred. “She had to get married at some point-”

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY SIGHT!”

When Gina left, he called for Luke, asking him to escort Ellie and Riley to the car, he was taking Riley home.

Ellie was furious. “How could you do this! How could you abandon me like everyone else!”

“Ellie.” Joel turned to her, placing two hands on her shoulders. “I promise you, I’m not letting that man touch you.”

Her eyes narrowed at him. “Not even you can stop this, Joel.” Ellie took Riley’s hand and followed behind Luke to the car. Only you, Tommy and him were left. Joel turned to you.

“Thank you, for getting Tommy. I’ll… I’ll make sure you don’t get any backlash from Gina… you tell me if she does anything to yuh.” To Tommy now. “I’m coming over after I make sure Riley gets home safe, okay? We’re gonna figure this out.”

The worry in Tommy’s eyes said he wasn’t sure there was a way out at all.

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Im sorry this is taking 5 ever to write ;-;

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Puzzle Pieces Drabbles: part 2

Ben Miller x Fem!Reader

Fic Summary: You're dating Tom, a whirlwind romance that came at a low point in your life. Within months, you live with him and he's not as nice as he was in the begining. Tom does things that upset you, Benny finds a way to make it better.

Chapter Summary: Tom won't come look at your tomatoes. Based on a tumblr post I cant find.

Warnings: IDK what to call this but it's def shitty behavior throughout. Will progressively get worse during the series but let's start with this. Drinking. Someone not appriciating your excitment.

A/N: This will be a short series of comfort drabbles where Tom does something shitty and Ben makes it better. No smut. I'm at a low point rn and just want softness.

This is my submission for Triple Frontier Write-a-Thon !!! come join in the fun and follow @triplefrontier-anniversary to find more fics!!!

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“TOM!!!!!” You scramble up from your garden patch to where you were tending to your plants, standing to see Tom and Ben drinking on the porch.

Tom turns, looking worried. “What? What happened?!”

“My tomato’s bloomed!!!” You say with a wide grin, giddy with excitement.

He relaxes. “Oh my god. Is that it? Woman, you scared the shit out of me.” He went back to his grilling.

Your shoulder slump a little. “Sorry… I was just excited…” You point to your garden. “It’s just… the tomatoes!!!” Ben is watching curiously, but he doesn’t say anything.

Tom flips a burger. “Uh huh. That’s nice honey.”

Ben asks a question now. “The tomatoes?”

Muttering, Tom explains with a wave of his hand. “She was trying to get the tomatoes to grow forever.”

“So will you please come see them?” You try to get him to come over, but he just looks over the railing.

“Uh-huh, they look great.”

Your hands drop to your side. “Tom, you can’t even see them.”

“They look… so cool” Is he… laughing? He’s laughing at you. You don’t turn to look at Ben, you couldn’t bear to see him laughing at you too. So, you simply go back to your garden, tending to the weeds, trying to immerse yourself in the classical music you heard helps plants grow. You don’t even hear him walk up to you at the garden bed.

“Oh!” Your startle when Benny kneels down next to you, getting in the dirt with you.

“Shit, sorry.” Ben chuckles, his floppy dirty blonde hair falling in his eyes. You wonder if he ever had an emo phase. “I wanted to see the tomatoes”

You roll your eyes but laugh. “You don’t want to see my tiny green tomatoes.”

He is completely sincere, blue eyes shining in the summer sun as he smiles. He has a pretty smile. “I do, actually.” You ignore the flutter in your chest.

So, you show them to him, Benny sounding very impressed as he looks. He tells you how his therapist wanted him to try getting plants to have something to take care of, briefly mentioning that he feels like he was alay the one being cared for. He chuckles when he says ‘guess I’m not responsible enough to keep a succulent alive’, but you can feel the truth behind his words. You offer to help him if he wants to try again. Benny lights up at that.

You want to know what he’s in therapy for, why he feels like he’s not responsible enough for a plant, you want to know so much more about him… but you don’t ask. Ben isn’t your boyfriend, Tom is. You loved Tom, you were going to marry Tom. Ben… Ben was just a nice bonus, right?

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Remember, if they dont care about the things you care about, they arent the one!!! someon will care <3

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Coming soon…

New series alert! Once school and BBTF wrap up, here’s what’s coming…

Picture it!

Marisol Muñoz is a social worker in Colombia, helping facilitate the Murphy adoption of Olivia, and is usually the woman on the scene when narcos raids find a child, because she’s the only one not afraid to approach the scene.

So yeah, you can say Steve and Javi have gotten to know her a little

Her name is Marisol but Javi calls her Mariposa.

One day, while talking with Javier about Steve and Connie as part of the adoption proceedings, Mari blanks out.

When she comes too, she’s in a house and soon comes to find it belongs to Pablo Escobar and Javier has also been taken.

Although she was not the primary taken, Pablo has no problem using her to break down Javi.

THIS WILL BE A DARK FIC!!! Themes of non con, brainwashing, stockholder etc will be present!

However! Javi is NOT dark. Javi is the good guy.

I decided since I know this won’t take off, I’m just writing how I prefer anyway: an oc ❤️

More info to come but I’m sorry to say this series warnings will function like the “wrote chose not to archived warnings”

To avoid spoilers, I will be taking you some bigger stuff but at a certain point, to continue is your choice

#narcos fanfiction #Javier Peña x oc #Javier Peña #romana writes #dark #dark fanfiction

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Okay finally sone headway on blessed be the fruit!!

Finale part 1 comes out tomorrow and hopefully part 2 won’t be long after.

When school ends I have a new dark series coming!

#blessed be the fruit series #blessed be the fruit #dark!joel #joel miller #the last of us hbo #dark joel miller #tommy miller

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Finale Should be out this week????

I’m trying

“Blessed be the fruit”

“May the lord open”

The Handmaids Tale AU

Commander!Joel Miller x Darkish!Handmaid!Reader

Summary: A few decades into Gilead’s conception, you head into your first posting as a handmaid after an affair with a guardian landed you in trouble. Determined to keep your head low in order to keep your son safe, you take on the moniker of OfJoel. Commander Miller has very little to do with you and mrs. Miller regards you with disgust, however you find solace in an unlikely friendship with Commander Miller’s daughter from a handmaid 14 years ago, Ellie who just got done with wives school. You and your friend, Ofthomas start teacher her and her friend Reilly under her mothers nose. Slowly, Commander Miller begins spending time with you and you begin to learn more about the man he was before and an affair begins outside the confines of the ceremony. Although initially you go along with it out if survival, you find yourself falling for the version of Joel you saw in these late night rendezvous.

Which Joel is really him, and how will he react when his own daughters secrets are revealed?

Content and Warnings: DARK JOEL! DUB CON!

Although no violent rape happens like in TWW, reader is under systemic misogyny and a society of ritualized sex abuse. Everything other than the violent rape scenes, everything that happen in either The Handmaids Tale book or show are liable to happen here including but not limited to discussion of rape, child abuse, child marriage, ritualized sexual abuse, sexual abuse in general, acts of violence, major character deaths, mentions of miscarriage but never shown and never pregnancies we know of. Big ole homophobia warning, specifically in regards to lesbophobia. As for Joel, PIV sex, breeding kink, degrading (slut, whore etc but thing like Raider!joel) forced breeding and breeding kink, power dynamics, Joel is not the good guy but he’s also not the worst, slightly rough sex but not violent. Cucking, reader cucks joel's wife, is dark, participates in non con.

Warnings are liable to be added as the story goes but I’ll always update. As always if I miss something please tell me, but i extensively label my warnings and in the end media consumption is your own choice. If you would like to know if this is a happy ending or not you can message me and I’ll tell you that way I don’t spoil for everyone but you can decide if this is for you.

Immersability: Reader has long hair, can conceive children theoretically. At one point, she has to pose as Ellie's mother and I know this can be loaded in terms of skin tone. I am no genetics expert but I know dark skinned parents can have white passing children, like Lional Richie and Nicle Richie. It's up to you to see if this is going to take you out of the story or not.

Undecided amount of chapters

Chapter 1: You meet your first commander, his family, and your new walking partner

Chapter 2: Your first ceremony, and you see something you aren’t supposed to.

Chapter 3: Everything is not as it seems in either Miller household.

Chapter 4: it’s smut.

Flashback Bonus Chapter: Insight into Tommy, Angela, and Joel's relationship.

Chapter 5: Joel takes you somewhere special. Tommy is involved.

Bonus Chapter: Tommy and Angela

Chapter 6: Gina gets what’s coming.

Chapter 7: Tommy, Joel, OfJoel and Angela explore

If you are interested, please comment or say so in a Reblog! Rebloging a masterlist is super helpful to get a series off the ground well!

Thank you so much for your support!

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I’m gonna finish Blessed be the fruit if it fucking kills me. I don’t care if it gets five fucking notes on the last chapter, I am going to see this through.

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LGTV MAFIA LMFAOOOOO ALICIA

Rey snoring <3 <3 <3 baby boy

After this chapter, tides turned WIDLY AWAY FROM BEN he may be the most hated rn lmfaoooooooo bc almost everyone loves iris so much. They dont take harm to her lightly.

Forcing Iris to not look away, then trying to coerce madonna into abusing her somewhat-friend is shit ass activity

Room's On Fire: Tusk

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader

Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader

Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader

Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

Series Masterlist: Main Masterlist

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Summery: The cracks start showing

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

Extra warnings for chapter: Rape, heavy on cheating, pegging, voyerism. Song title is from everyones favorite messy group of cheaters and whores (gn), Fleetwood Mac

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"Why don't you ask him if he's going to stay? Why don't you ask him if he's going away? Why don't you tell me what's going on? Why don't you tell me who's on the phone? Why don't you ask him what's going wrong? Why don't you ask him the latest on his throne?" ~Fleetwood Marc, Tusk

“Francisco!” You giggle as Francisco pulls you into an empty guest room next to Ben’s bedroom. “What are we doing!”

Francisco’s mouth was on you, shoving you up against the wall adjoined to Benny’s, making your squeal melt into a moan. “Got a surprise for you, Madonna, wanna try something?”

“Oh?”

He wanted to wait, and said he wanted to make sure to ‘take care’ of her first. Francisco’s mouth worked his magic on you, head buried between your legs. He was eager, not even taking off your dress before diving in and licking a stripe up from your asshole to your clit. It was wet, it was loud, it was sloppy, Francisco spitting on your pussy until you were absolutely drenched before him. Tongue swirling around you, Franciscos kissed and sucked over you, hands wrapped your writhing legs to still you. It was until you screamed his name that he began to let up, drinking your release. His patchy bread rubbed between your thighs, his lips pressing a light kiss on your swollen pussy, and another, and another, and another.

“Love you” He mutters. “Love your sweet little pussy.” Another kiss, then he looks up at you, large brown eyes watching your chest rise and fall. “I wanna try something new… but… don’t laugh at the idea.”

It doesn’t matter what it is. “Anything for you, Francisco.”

He smiled against your lips, then got up to pull something from the bedroom drawer. You didn’t really know what it was at first, all strappy with something large attached. He also grabbed a bottle of vaseline. When he held it up, you were still confused.

“It’s a strap on.” He blushed. “I want you to… I want you to fuck me.”

Your mouth is agape, but you aren’t opposed; just surprised.

“Oh. Like… I wear that?”

“Yeah, I mean… if you want to…”

It was your turn to feel embarrassed. “I think…” You begin to smile. “I think I’d like to…”

Francisco strapped you in, fingers grazing and lingering over your naked body as he makes sure you’re secure and comfortable, his lips kissing any skin he comes across. Neck, arms, butt. “How’s that feeling, mi flor?”

“Feels… comfortable, but weird.” You’d never imagined yourself with a cock, but you can’t say you didn’t like it. Frakie grabbed the vaseline, taking out a big glob and began to stroke it, kissing you tenderly as he spread the vaseline. “You’re so good to me, Madonna… so good… mi flor bonita…”

You were dizzy with lust and love for him, you’d do anything for Francisco, anything to bring him pleasure.

The position felt a bit awkward at first, Francisco on his back, knees bent, but he looked beautiful like this.

“Guide it in slowly.”

Doing as you were told, you were careful not wanting to hurt him but once you see his eyes roll back… you feel like some sort of power, control. You weren’t stupid, you were aware of your position in life; you were blessed, you were happy, but you did lack control in this world. You have Rey, Jonah, Iris or rarly another guard with you at any time you weren’t with your husbands. Sex with Pope, William or Ben was wonderful and holy, you were always filled with pleasure, but with Francisco… when you make love in the meadow, his brown locks curling around his sweaty forehead, flowers in his hair and gazing up at you. There was nothing more beautiful than that picture.

He looked so sweet and submissive, you loved the thick crease at his hip when he bent and how his stomach rolled and squished to accommodate the position. You’d never had him like this, and you wondered if this is what they saw when they fucked you. If it was as beautiful as this, you had no reason to feel insecure.

“Fuck… Ma-uh-donna…” Francisco whimpers, your honorific catching in his throat. Absolutely beautiful. You thrust into him, marveling at the way his tight hole opens up. Where had he even gotten this? You didn’t ask questions, you simply marvel at the way he looked right now, shuttering and whining and gasping. You thrust into him, and his head drops back. You love how reactive Francisco is, and now you understood why Pope and Ben were so obsessed with him, why they simply had to have him all the time. Francisco felt fantastic when you were on top, when you rode him with his dick inside you, but this was a whole new sensation. You felt powerful, strong. A God was underneath you, his hole opening up for you; A Divine Consummation.

It was holy, and it was good.

Francisco cums all over his stomach as you praise him. “Good boy, just like that Francisco, doing so good, cumming so pretty for me…”

Once you were asleep, (which didn’t take long, you slept so quickly after sex), Francisco pulled his pants on again and went to the bathroom. He wanted to make sure you had water when you woke up. After a moment to admire your belly growing with his child, Frankie stepped out. It didn’t matter to him who had gotten you pregnant, that baby was his because it was yours; you were his.

Shirtless, Frankie exited the room with pants slung low on his hips and under his belly the happy trail on his stomach tucking under the waistband.

“Frank!” Benny’s voice calls him down the hall, quickly catching up to him. Attempting to ignore him, Frankie smirks, but he kept walking. Ben doesn’t take kindly to being ignored, which Frankie knew of course, and soon Frankie finds himself thrust up against the wall, Ben’s firm body pressing into his the way it used to when they made love. “What the fuck was that?”

Francisco was not intimidated. The move to fuck next to Ben’s room was intentional, wanting Ben to hear him moaning for Madonna, let him know what he was missing out on. Frankie held his head high. “I don’t know what you mean, Benjamin.”

Ben’s face hardened. Frankie knew how calling him Benjamin affected him. “You know what the fuck you did. Making me listen to you moaning like a whore.”

“Can’t moan like a whore when it’s for my wife.” He said with his head slightly cocked, emphasizing the wife part.

Ben fisted his hand in Frankie’s hair the way he knew always turned him on, He pulled his head back, giving him access to lick Frankie’s neck. “Does it turn you on to know I stayed in the room?” He taunted his husband. “That I fucked my fist to the sounds?”

“Yeah.” Frankie is breathless now, a bulge growing that he then grinds against Ben. “I do. Does it make me jealous Madonna can make me cum too?”

Glaring, Ben thrust his hand down Frankie’s pants, gripping his cock and stroking it. “Why go to her? Huh? When you got me right here?”

“She touches me outside, Benjamin” Frankie grunts, trying to hold onto his strength, the strength he had to taunt his former lover. “She kisses me in public. I don’t have to act like I don’t care.”

“You think I don’t wanna kiss you? Show Santi who you belong to?” He continued to jerk him off. “Do you think Santi hasn’t noticed you and Madonna being attached at the fucking hip? You really think he’s gonna continue to let that slide?” Ben’s breath was hot against his neck, bringing him closer to orgasm, but Ben was making Frankie mad. “You’re gonna get her killed, you fucking dick!”

Frankie had enough, he shoved Ben away and watched him stumble bad. “Fuck off! I’m not letting anything happen to her!”

Ben’s face flashed hurt, then settled into anger. “Really? You’re gonna protect her? Yeah, because you did so good at that at the ceremony!”

“Fuck you Ben! You fucking pussy! You run around with every girl you can get your hand on, because they aren’t me! You’re trying to fill that hole in your heart because you’re too much of a coward to stand up to-”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Ben swung on Frankie, but Frankie was able to duck and dodge, standing up to kick Ben in the back of the knee. Ben fell down, all 6’3 feet crumbling to the ground.

Towering over him, chest heaving, Frankie spoke quiet now. “I love you, Ben, I’ve loved you since we were kids and we could never be together! Because of Beatriz, because of Santi, and because YOU WON’T LEAVE!”

Tear in his eyes and groaning in pain, Ben held his leg to his chest. “You think I don’t want to leave with you, frankie? You think I don’t want that? We have a duty here! To Santi, to Delta, hell, to Madonna and that baby!”

Ben believed he was a God still… Shaking his head, Frankie walked off to the bathroom, hoping the commotion didn’t make Madonna. He finished himself off braced against the wall, imagining his hand was Ben’s.

At least you were allowed a robe this time.

Will was doing the weekly healing ritual, a pre-natal oil massage in the sanctuary. Your first time here was the ceremony where you gave your virginity four times over to the men you loved. Now, you lay on the marble slab, the Divine Mothers ashes above you all as Will massaged you: lavender, lemon, and Roman chamomile.

“I see you’ve been making friends here. That’s good, Madonna. Friendship is important.”

You nod a little, eyes still closed as you relaxed, Will’s voice soothing you. “Yeah, mostly Reynash. He’s my primary guard so I’m with him a lot. Jonah too. Iris… Kinda depends.”

“Is she unkind to you?”

“No, no!” You were quick to assure him. “We’re just different, that’s all. She’s busy. But she lets me help cook, which I really love. We’ve been talking more while we cook together.”

“Good girl. Such a helpful, caring girl.” Will kissed your forehead. “And Hanson? He seems a little old for you to have anything in common, you find more in common with him than Iris?” There was no judgment, just curiosity.

“I didn’t… you know… have my dad around much… even before…” You get a little nervous mentioning your dad, but Will’s hands were calming.

“It’s Alright, I understand. He’s a charming person.” There was a slight edge to his voice now. “Has he ever… put his hands on you?”

Your eyes flash open. “Like, hurt me? No no no never! Jonah would never do that.”

“Hm.” Will moved to your neck. “I meant, has he ever done anything untoward?”

Oh. That. “No! Oh my god, William, no!” You sit up, wrapping your robe over your chest, stomach still out in the open. “I’d tell you right away! Jonah isn’t like that, I promise!”

You understand his questioning now. It was William who was betrayed by his fiance, Delilah.

Will sighs, sitting down on the alter with you and taking your hand. “What do they teach you of Delilah in your classes?”

“Not much…” You shift in your seat. “She was your fiance… but she betrayed you and her people for the enemy and helped Tom access Divine Mother where he killed her.”

He nodded solemnly. You could tell he was still hurting, so you wrap your arm around his broad body to pull him close to your side. “I loved her, I loved her so much… Never would have expected her to do that to me, to us…” He shakes his head. “What do you know of Jonah’s involvement?”

A chill froze you over. You didn’t know Jonah had anything to do with the uprising, Delilah, or really your dad outside of being his boss. Jonah’s place in the this story was that he was a guard, and worked his way up to the head of the guard, was a respectable but if you were face to face with it, it probably wasn’t good. That was it.

Will hummed, realizing you were in shock. “Nothing, I see. Well, my darling, Jonah is not the sinless man he pretends to be. Jonah was having an affair with Delilah.”

He gave you run down, that the entire time Jonah was sleeping with his fiance, but he also dropped a bomb on you. Jonah had slept with Divine Mother. This was not the Jonah you knew.

“I don’t want this to change your view of him.” Will said, even though it was too late. “I just want you to be careful. Hanson and Rey, they are still men, and you have to be on your own guard, do you understand me?”

You did. You assured Will over and over that you were not Delilah, you were loyal and loved them, and only them. That if ever Reyansh and Jonah did anything to make you nervous, you would tell him right away. Will kissed you tender, pulling your body onto his and promised he believed you, and would do anything to protect you. He took a bullet for you, after all and you were reminded of that every time you made love and saw the wound. You owed Will everything.

You were safe with him… but were you safe with Jonah?

You couldn’t sleep. All you could think about was Jonah, how bad you felt for Will for being cheated on, how Jonah wasn’t the man you thought. You thought back to the night you went to Jonah’s room crying… no wonder Iris had pulled you away, why she questioned him and told you to be careful… Had Jonah pressed up against your body too long? Had he looked down your dress? You couldn’t remember. You didn’t want to not trust him…. You didn’t have a father, Jonah was all you had…

You needed a distraction.

You needed to get fucked.

Peaking out your door, you see where Reyansh fell sleeping guarding you. He looked funny, and you can’t help giggling with his head dropped back, mouth wide open as he snored.

Carefully, you tiptoe down the hall, the floor cold on your bare feet. You think you’ll try to see if any of your husbands were up. Pope wouldn’t fuck you, you didn’t think, but he’d hold you, kiss you… down the hall, turning right and left, you hear a few sounds near the kitchen. Ben liked to get food late at night sometimes. Smiling, you follow the sounds, a soft thumping, a grunt every now and then. You giggle when you get closer and recognize the sounds of sex, clearly two of your husbands had the same idea you did.

Maybe Ben was blowing Frankie? Maybe Will had Santi bent over? The idea made heat grow between your legs at the thought. Reaching the door, you recognize the sounds of Ben’s moans and you begin to beam. How excited he’ll be at your spontaneity! He’ll be so pleased that you wanted him so bad, you couldn’t help sneak out. It was probably Frankie with him, they were so close, you bet you could such off Frankie on your knee’s while Ben fucks him. With a big grin on your face, you open the door, expecting to be welcomed into the love making.

You froze in shock.

Ben had Iris pressed up against the wall, her skirt hiked up and her ass pulled out as he fucked her.

Your husband was fucking another woman right in front of you. You were watching him cheat on you, and with someone you trusted, a friend, your best friend’s girl… did Rey know?

“Ben?” You voice is soft, nervous. Scared.

You had expected Ben to jump, to move away and start creating excuses… instead he’s smiling. He doesn’t stop thrusting into her. It’s Iris who scrambles, trying to get away but Ben pushed her harder against the wall and she hits it with an ‘oomph’.

“Hi Madonna, wanna join the fun?”

You feel like you could throw up. You wanted to leave, to run away but your feet wouldn’t move. You shake your head, and Ben laughs.

“C’mere, darl’n.”

Your feet are not your own. You’re scared, and just want this to be over. You’ll do what you need to in order for this to end sooner. You know you should run, but your brain has stopped trying to make sense of the situation, it’s just trying to placate. Nervous, you walk closer. Ben take’s Iris’s chin in his hands where she tried to turn away from you, forcing her to meet eye to eye. You barely recognize her. Gone is the woman you knew who commanded the room, who told Jonah to fuck off when he was being annoying, who taught you better cross stitching, who giggled with Reyansh. She looked humiliated, tears in her eyes. You shouldn’t pity her, not when she was the other woman having sex with your husband but it just looked so… wrong.

“Kiss ‘er” Ben said, still fucking her. You turn back to Ben.

“N-no… Ben I can’t… I don’t… Ben, we’re married!” Tears begin to burn behind your eyes. How could he do this to you?

He squeezed on Iris harder, making her whimper before he repeated his words. “Kiss her, now.” It was an order, not a suggestion. You turn to Iris and something just seemed so… wrong. You didn’t no why, but something in your gut… “Isn’t she pretty, Madonna? Pretty woman, pretty eyes, pretty ass.” He smacked her lightly.

Iris whispered your name. When you look to her, she nods. “Just do what he says.”

But you couldn’t. Her being beautiful wasn’t the point. You were betrayed, hurting, terrified and saddened. You feel sick, placing your hand on your stomach- your baby. The bump was there, your baby growing inside you, the savior you needed to protect. You didn’t think Ben would hurt you, but your gut said to leave.

Turning on a heel, you run out the room to the sound of Ben cackling, the sound of his laughter echoing as you dash back to your room, past a still-sleeping Reyansh. You slam the door and press your back against the door and begin to cry.

Rey, now awake, was at the door knocking and calling your name, asking what happened. You wanted him to hold you, but you couldn’t face him right now.

Your husband was sleeping with another woman. Your husband was cheating on you while you were pregnant with his child, for all intents and purposes.

When they made love to each other, you reveled in it. They were all married to each other as well as you, and it was holy and good.

This was not.

Jonah slept with Will’s fiance. Jonah had brayed the man you loved for a evil woman.

Ben was sleeping with Iris, betraying you, Pope, and Frankie.

Iris was betraying Reyansh.

Nothing made sense.

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