#tw: birth control tampering

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Perfect Family

Pairing: Dark Peter Parker x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Peter knows you’re about to break up with him. So what’s the next logical step? Get you pregnant, obviously. 

WARNINGS: Babytrapping; Toxic relationship; Birth control Tampering. 

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

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Peter knows exactly what you’re planning, after all he knows everything about you. You’re his other half, his soulmate. 

That’s how he knows you’re planning to break up with him. When he found out through the messages you had been sending your best friend he couldn’t believe his eyes.

How could you ever want that? You love him, he’s sure of that. 

You’re always telling him you love him, before you leave for your college or when you’re about to go to bed. Even if it’s with a blank face, rushing the words out of your mouth before you walk away, without a sincere smile. 

He makes sure to keep an update on the messages, his heart practically skipping a beat when you reveal your plan to break-up after your first-year anniversary, just a few weeks away.  

Peter forces himself to remain calm and to act as if he knows nothing, keeping up with the caring boyfriend’s character. He can’t raise suspicion now.

If his plan works out, you won’t be going anywhere.

“I’m pregnant.” you declare with a shaky voice. Peter stops, the plate falling off his hold and crashing into the ground. 

“Peter, I’m so sorry. I-I don’t know how this happened, I swear I took the birth control pills every day, I never missed them!” you exclaim, twisting your hands in anxiety.

Peter looks at you, his face completely expressionless and you fear the worst. You drop your head, panic starting to grow stronger. Peter is going to hate you for ruining everything.

You’re about to ruin both of your futures, but his especially. He wants to go to MIT, not become a dad so soon. 

“I’m truly so sorry and I-” Peter runs to you, elevating you into the air and swirling around as he lets out loud chuckles. 

“I can’t believe I’m gonna be a dad. Fuck, that’s the best news ever.” he exclaims, carefully dropping you back onto your feet. You clean the tears with the back of your hand, a small hopeful feeling growing inside you as you look at him. He looks radiant, much happier than what you had predicted. 

“R-Really? You’re not mad at me?” you hesitantly ask. Peter fondly smiles at you, cupping your cheek. 

“I could never be mad at you for this. It takes two to make a baby. Besides, it was always part of our future plans, right?” he says, dropping the last sentence with a lightly sketchy tone as if he’s waiting for you to agree but you ignore it, it’s probably your imagination acting up.

You can’t be a single-mother, you already know you won’t be able to deal with it and your child deserves to have both its father and mother together in their life, it’s the least you can do.

You can’t abandon Peter anymore. 

You nod as Peter drops on the ground, pressing his head against your belly. Your hand instinctively goes to his head, caressing his brown hair and his hand comes to cover your own. 

“This is perfect.” Peter whispers, pressing kisses towards your belly, where your baby is developing. “You, me and our baby. A perfect family.” 

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[justadeadreaper]

okay so I'm curious- puptrapping you say? That you'd need another post to go into? I'd like to encourage this please

Puptrapping?

You want to hear about puptrapping, you say?

Anon, your wish is my command.

Just so you know, this is like you encouraging a crack addict by finding them a new dealer. I am not joking because this is my obsession at this point, but I do encourage you to send in more asks about Omega!Makarov or ideas you want me to write about because I will. I never originally thought of puptrapping; instead, it was my dear friend @frogchiro who said that she thought he would based on a comment I made about him tying you down to make sure you cum in him. Also, do thank @frogchiro because she helped me form these ideas in our late-night rants, and she is my biggest encourager.

Now that I have written this, I am tempted to write about Omega!Makarov with pups or a fic based on this idea if anyone wants it.

Obvious warnings for puptrapping (omegaverse version of babytrapping) and all the shit that goes with it, Omega!Makarov spiking your drink with an omegaverse version of Viagra (that sounds so fucking weird), but also a big misunderstanding between Omega!Makarov and reader.

This whole idea is based on it being a misunderstanding. Omega!Makarov is a feared man; no one even knows he is an omega; you were only allowed that grace of knowledge due to being his alpha -specifically chosen for being the most desired for your size and strength-. Knowing how secretive he was about his second gender, you presumed that he would never want pups as it would reveal his identity to the world, and he could not have that, could he? Hell, you did not even think he loved you; he only used you to satisfy his natural instincts that come with being an omega so that he would not be on a constant edge from having his subconscious desires not be fulfilled. You enforced the rule around using some form of protection as you did not want to force or pressure him into having pups that he would never want in a million years.

But oh, you poor, dumb alpha. How wrong could you be?

Omega!Makarov is infatuated with you. As soon as he saw you, he knew that you had to be his; no one else would be able to satisfy him after he saw you. Yes, he may be a cruel, heartless man but he loves you in his own special way and let me tell you he loves you with all his heart! He genuinely does! Now, being that he loves you so much, it is only natural that he wants your pups; it is only made worse by him being an omega and having the natural instincts to breed and have pups that poor omegas like him have. He knew he wanted pups from a young age, even if he knew that he did not love like a normal person does. Another part of him wanting to have pups is his own relationship with his father. A narcissistic, bullheaded alpha that abused Makarov and his poor brother for being omegas, Makarov had to watch as his poor mother was abused for not giving that asshole the alpha sons he desperately wanted. His father was never nice to him; he was a horrid father who chickened out at the last minute instead of suffering the consequences of his actions. Makarov does not want to be like that; he instead wants to be the best father he can be and have as many pups as he can to shove it to the old man who damaged him so much, to embrace the one thing his father abused him for and always forced him to hide.

So, for you to say that you need to use birth control? That is the biggest insult to him! Do you not love him? Do you not think he is a good enough omega to have your pups? Are you just using him to get yourself off? Are you planning on just dropping him off one day? Why do you not feel like him? He wants your pups so badly, why do you not want to give them to him?

He damn near hissed at you for suggesting such a thing, but he decided to hold his tongue as he knows he will get his way, he always has.

Now it just. depends on what type of birth control you force him to use for what he does to still be able to have your pups.

Condoms? Expect every single one to have multiple puncture holes from the set of pins that used to belong to his mother. Small enough for you not to notice but just big enough to allow enough cum to come through to give him a nice litter of pups. But that is only if you are stupid enough to allow him to be the only one to supply the condoms or allow him to be around the box by himself for longer than two minutes. If you buy them and never let him near them, you can be sure that those things will rip because, for some reason, your knot was a lot bigger than it normally is causing the condom to rip.

Birth control? He is lying about being on it. The prescription he showed you was a fake he forced a poor pharmacist to make as the pills inside that he showed you were nothing more than sugar pills mixed with the omegaverse version of Viagra known as an Amplifa that helps people knot while also increasing their fertility that he forced the drug dealers he hires to make. Each day, he will take them in front of you, knowing that they do not work. But if you are the one to supply the pills, then he is finding any pill or herb known to man to counteract it so that the birth control fails.

The Amplifa he uses to spike your drink and his own have a few side effects. I imagine omegas to have a reverse knot to match an alpha’s knot, which means they are doubly bonded. How it works is by inflating the sides of the passage like how, for an alpha, the base inflates to lock inside; it is to make sure that the alpha is being milked of all their cum and that the omega is too tight for the alpha to pull out. Since both he and you have been spiked with it, it causes your knot to inflate beyond the point of it being pulled out while he is too tight that it hurts to try and pull out. It also makes the knots last for hours upon hours instead of the normal half an hour to an hour, as it makes you cum so much. Not to mention it makes you incredibly more horny so you could fuck for longer.

With everything prepared, he has sex with you.

Once you are close to cumming he leg locks you making sure you can not push him off as you cum. Your knot inflating inside him as he milks you dry, all while he is still moving his hips in a specific motion to cause more friction that stimulates you and makes you hard yet again. Wiggling his hips and whining as you have yet another orgasm while the two of you are stuck together as his reverse knot will just not let go. Watching as his tummy begins to form a bump already as it grows from how much cum you have stuffed inside of it with every orgasm. He puts on the “I’m innocent, I swear!” act; he uses all the manipulation tactics he knows, the fake tears, the lies, the everything. He is just a simple omega who was trying to enjoy sex with his alpha; he has no idea what is going on. Whining over how worried he is since with this much cum he is most definitely already pregnant, even if you were being safe. All of this while he continues to move his hips as you cum once more.

And as soon as you are asleep from exhaustion and overstimulation he is gently caressing his stomach as he purrs. He can already imagine the litter of pups he will be having in a few months and how much of a happy family you all will be...

#tw: babytrapping #tw: puptrappping #omegaverse cod #omega!makarov #omegaverse #alpha!reader #makarov x reader #call of duty #cod #vladimir makarov #cod makarov #call of duty makarov #tw: tampered protection #tw: tampered birth control #tw: drink spiking #tw: drugging

[konigsblog]

stepbrother könig forcefully impregnating his beloved stepsister. 🍼

tw: punishments, stepcest, non-con, tampering with contraception, forceful impregnation & breeding, breeding kink, obsessiveness.

dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

he had already warned you countless times. könig had warned you to behave, to keep yourself pure for him, and yet you didn't listen, coming home with hickeys on your bare body, your skimpy dress rolling up your tight ass.

he's obsessive and overprotective. he claims that he just wants the best for you, to keep you safe from all danger, although you see past his disturbing lies and decide to rebel against könig's strict rules and expectations. it's your decision and choice to make, and you won't allow him to continue to control you like this.

könig has you pinned down beneath him in his bed. his bedsheets smell just like him as he forces your face into the white sheets, feeling as könig slowly begins easing inside your drooling cunny, your walls tightening around his meaty shaft instinctively. despite your cries and broken sobs for forgiveness, your body reacts, craving and desiring more of the pleasurable sensation könig forces onto your poor drunken body.

könig ploughs into you frustratedly, his grunts strained and laborious. this wasn't something he wanted to do, but he felt it was his duty as your older stepbrother to protect you and to teach you an important lesson on obedience. this was all your own fault; you had no room to squeal out in agony when he had warned you countless times. through the delirious sensation of your warm, slick pussy around his dick, his pace increases as he slams into you even deeper, his hurtful and degrading words leaving you ashamed of yourself.

you were aware of the violent and brutal punishment könig had for you, but not to its full extent. you didn't realise his plan was to knock you up with his offspring so that you were tied to him, so that you would be unable to go out drinking or having sex with random, drunk men at a stupid college frat party. his sickening, perverted idea was to tamper with his condoms and to distract you from taking your birth control. even afterwards, könig doesn't tell you the truth that he had been using faulty protection intentionally in the hope of getting you pregnant. you're under the impression that this was all your own fault for not paying attention to your birth control and that now you were pregnant by your stepbrother because of your forgetfulness.

it's sickening and depraved for him to enjoy the sight of your despair, looking so distraught as you come to the realisation that you're pregnant by him. he'll fuck your little mouth for talking back and complaining; you should be grateful for his potent load, pretty one.

#orla speaks #tw stepcest #tw: non con #tw: forced breeding #tw: forced impregnation #tw: forced pregnancy #dead dove do not eat #dead dove fic #tw: dark content #konig x reader #konig x y/n #konig x you #könig x reader #könig x y/n #konig mw2 #konig modern warfare #konig mwii

[asilentsongbird]

Baby trapping/breeding anyone? Just me? Alright

This post is ridiculously self indulgent.

Characters: Childe, Diluc, Ayato, Albedo

TW: dubcon/noncon, baby trapping, sex, general yandere content

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Childe

Oh you know this man puts a baby in you day one.

Condoms? Never heard of them. Come on, they dull the feeling. It'll be fine just this one. And next time.

Would absolutely baby trap you. Maybe even blackmail you into it.

Oh, you owe the fatui? You can work off your debt. He'll make it nice for you, don't worry.

Once you're pregnant, you're never getting away.

Diluc

He was raised with the idea of having a wife and child.

Diluc doesn't really have to try, really, he just doesn't wrap it up. And he fucks you pretty often.

So unless you're taking birth control (which he definitely wouldn't tamper with, that's not like him no siree) you're gonna get pregnant sooner or later

He dotes on you while you're pregnant. Gives you anything you want.

Even let's you wander through the winery grounds until he deems you should be on bed rest.

Better get used to it because Diluc's always wanted a big family.

Ayato

Would be one to mess with your birth control like Diluc but would also be way more obvious about it.

Oh? Your pills are missing again? That's fine, he'll wear a condom. Promise.

Pretends it's just a happy accident but secretly you both know the truth

Bringing it up won't change anything though. So you grit your teeth and bear it.

Albedo

Wouldn't even try to hide it.

Once you're in his lap on Dragonspine. That's it. You're never getting out so might as well experiment.

And what better experiment is there other than to find out if a prince made of chalk can produce offspring?

It's fine. Don't worry. Albedo knows what he's doing. Don't cry.

He'll take great care of you. And the baby.

#yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #yandere #yandere albedo #yandere ayato #yandere childe #yandere diluc #childe #diluc #ayato #albedo #albedo x reader #diluc x reader #ayato x reader

[yandere-writer-momo]

Helloooo! first of all I reallyyy really LOVE your writings mwamwa 💋~ so I have request if it's okay- can you make a Yandere Katsumi baby trapping the reader???? so that the reader had no choice but to stay with him<33

Yes yes. Love Yandere Katsumi the baby trapper 💕

Happy Moody Monday!!

Tw: Babytrapping (mentioned), Yandere, and unhealthy relationship dynamics

Yandere Baki Short Stories:

A Miracle

Yandere Katsumi Orochi x Afab Reader

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(Your name)’s hands shook while she tightly held the blue pregnancy test in her hands. Her body hunched over the toilet, tears gathered in her eyes at the two pink lines. She was pregnant… oh god. She was pregnant.

(Your name) put the test down on her lap, a sob wracked through her chest. She wasn’t ready to be a mother, she was so young… not to mention unmarried.

(Your name) had been so careful too, especially since she’s only recently started dating Katsumi Orochi. This was a life changing event and she wasn’t sure if he’d stay… she was so scared… Katsumi was right in his room, unaware of the test she just took. (Your name) was even sure if she had the strength to tell him.

Katsumi has pursued her for almost a year before (Your name) accepted his feelings. She wasn’t used to men being interested in her… especially someone as cute as Katsumi. He was the perfect man and here she was… ruining his life with this potential baby.

(Your name) sucked in a breath in an attempt to calm herself. She’d tell him when she was ready to leave the bathroom. (Your name) was so scared to lose him… she loved him so much.

Katsumi knocked on the door, the man peaked his head in to see if she was okay. His onyx eyes softened once they landed on her face.

“Babe? Are you okay-“ Katsumi’s eyes went wide when he saw the test in her hands. The man rushed over when he saw her tears. “Hey, it’s alright-“

Katsumi’s breath hitched at the sight of two pink lines on the test. The young man smiled brightly in awe. “Pregnant… you’re pregnant?”

(Your name) nodded her head, she was shocked when Katsumi pulled her into a tight hug. His body shook like a leaf. Was he okay?

Katsumi pulled away, his hand held her jaw up so he could press kisses all over her face and eyelids. A bright smile on his face.

“I’m going to be a dad…” Katsumi began to cry happy tears, his hand rubbed up and down on her stomach. “I’m so happy. We’re going to start a family!”

“Y-you’re not upset?” (Your name) sniffled, Katsumi held her tighter in reassurance. The karateka gave her a warm smile.

“Of course not… this is our little miracle.” Katsumi buried his face in the crook of her neck to hide the twisted smile on his lips. It was all in accordance to plan…

Katsumi had poked holes in every condom and even tampered a bit with her birth control. It was to ensure that she was bound to him for life so she’d never leave him. Katsumi would not stand for her belief in how he is too good for her, couldn’t she see how perfect they were together?

Katsumi was so happy for this ‘miracle’ baby. A dreamy sigh escaped his lips. It was all so perfect…

#baki the grappler #baki hanma #baki son of ogre #baki x reader #baki the grappler x reader #yandere baki #yandere #yandere fic #yandere imagine #female reader #tw.baby trapping #baki headcanons #orochi katsumi #yandere katsumi orochi #katsumi orochi #katsumi orochi x reader

[cheegu3]

Maybe whenever you can no rush! If u can do a Yandere ENHYPEN hyung line where the reader maybe has a pregnancy scare it’s up to you if the reader actually is or isn’t pregnant:)

tw / trigger warning; yandere themes, NSFW, mentions of sex, unhealthy relationships, talks of abortion, forced abortion, murder, pregnancy, possessiveness, jealousy, pregnancy scare, breeding/preg kink

this is heavy so don't read if it makes u uncomfortable !!

note; I could NOT find a matching pic for heeseung 💀💀

Enhypen - reaction to s/o having a pregnancy scare

Heeseung

Probably has a breeding kink and has waited a long time to get you pregnant. Heeseung believes it's the ultimate way to be connected to you forever, which is all that he has ever wanted.

If you were on birth control, he'd hide them from you or purposefully try to make you forget to take them by distracting you.

Therefor he won't let you have an abortion even if you wanted to. He'll prevent you from leaving his house; putting up cameras and asking for help from the people around him to watch you.

It's also to make sure you won't have an '' accident ''. If he's watching you 24/7 no such thing will ever happen, and it puts his mind at ease.

You told him before even taking a pregnancy test that you thought you might be pregnant. The early symptoms were there - nausea, fatigue and light cramps, as well as a missed period.

You dreaded his reaction, just because you knew exactly what it'd be like. Your boyfriend might've thought you didn't hear what he said while he was fucking you, but you did. After some time, you realised he was trying to get you pregnant by interfering with you taking the pill, it seemed that you had only realised it too late.

The door opened and you blurted it out without wasting much time as soon as he stepped in.

'' Hee, I think I'm pregnant. ''

His movements stopped, and slowly his lit up eyes met your sad ones.

'' Fuck, I've been waiting so long for this. '' he whispered, almost eerily obsessive.

Jay

Doesn't want it at all and there will be no arguments about it. When you told him about your missed period, he felt sick to his stomach.

Knowing the decision was ultimately up to him however made him feel a little better. But he hesitated to force you to get an abortion. Jay wanted you to think he was the perfect boyfriend, that manipulated you into thinking you had a choice at all times, giving you a sense of control.

In reality, if you didn't want to get one after he'd gently bring it up as a suggestion, then it would disappear one way or another. Carefully he'd research how to get rid of it at home.

Your food would be tampered with and not long after, he would have to comfort you as you mysteriously started bleeding.

Of course, it was only a scare though. So thankfully he didn't have to put you or him through that. But still, there were a lot of things you weren't aware of what he was capable of doing just yet.

'' What does it say? ''

You both held your breaths.

'' Negative, '' you murmured, feeling your face drop.

You were trying to control your disappointment, not wanting it to show to your boyfriend who must be devastated. But when you saw him in the corner of your eye, your mouth fell open.

'' You're...happy? ''

His smirk that was spreading quickly turned into irritation as your sniffles filled the small bathroom.

Jake

He's fine with whatever you want to do. If he was being honest with himself, the thought of you being pregnant with his child made his chest swell with pride and turned him on at the same time.

It would be a definite way to make less men flirt with you. In Jake's sick head, that child would be proof to those men that he was the one who was fucking you and finishing inside you. He wanted them to know that so that they'd keep their eyes off of what was his.

Having his arm stuck around your waist wasn't enough. He needed them to see that you were a happy family and he was the man of your life that would always be there.

If it was just a scare however, he'd be disappointed, having already imagined himself as a dad and doting husband and fantasizing about it whenever he was alone. But he was also okay with it, knowing it was coming soon anyway.

'' I think it's real this time. '' you groaned, slowly turning the pregnancy test around.

Jake was grinning, he already had a feeling that it wasn't a scare this time as well.

Positive

You barely had time to react before he threw himself into your arms, kissing you and mumbling over and over how much he loved you.

The hands that hovered over his back, slowly fell down. Your mood was way different than his. You didn't want a lovesick freak to be the father of your kid, that's no way to live.

Sunghoon

He didn't want a baby but for different reasons. Firstly - the thought of having to share you with someone else made him feel hot with anger. He believed your attention should be on him all the time and you should only love him.

Second of all he was a bit scared of the complications that could come with you being pregnant. Although he was rich and had access to the best care in the world, he was terrified of any possibility that involved losing you.

If you died in childbirth, he knew he'd forever hate that kid for taking away the one thing he loved - and that was also another thing, he wouldn't love the child even if it was his own. He only loved you, and that's how it would always be.

'' Thank god. I don't want any kids. ''

Your forehead furrowed as you glowered at him.

'' I do, '' his head snapped towards you, looking angry now too. '' At some point. ''

'' No. ''

You scoffed at his stern and short tone.

'' What? What do you mean no? ''

'' I don't want any kids, you only need me. ''

'' But- ''

'' Do you want to get punished? '' he growled, voice growing dangerously low.

#yandere kpop #kpop yandere #yandere enha #yandere enhypen

[koosbabygrl]

|M.I.L.F. (3)|▸jjk

Summary▸ Jungkook can’t help what he wants, and what he wants, is you. Genre▸ Smut||Yandere||Explicit||18+ONLY▸REPOST Pairing▸ Jungkook x reader TW▸ yandere, explicit smut, non-con roleplay, dub-con sexual intercourse, jealousy, somonophilia, possessiveness, manipulation, unprotected sex, tampering with birth control, age difference, mommy kink, pregnancy kink, masturbation, squirting, bruising, rough sex, delusional kook, switch!jungkook Word count▸3.6k

▸This is yandere. Please do not read if these things trigger you. I do not condone or support these acts. My writing is purely fictional and does not truly represent any member.  

please don’t copy, steal, plagiarize, re-post, or otherwise use without permission  

Jungkook woke up to the sun in his eyes and your body missing from his side. He was starting to get sick and tired of you leaving for work quietly as if telling him goodbye was a nuisance. It wasn’t his fault he couldn’t get enough of you. Feeling hot, he lifted the covers off of his body only to find his sheets and pelvis covered in his thick dried cum. This was the third time this week he’d been dreaming of fucking you and then later waking up with the evidence of his orgasm all over him. He should probably start sleeping with clothes on, but what was the point of that when being naked meant he could have access to your body whenever he wanted.

If he were being honest, he’d admit that he’s fucked you more times than he could count; the end goal being that you would want only him and nobody else. It boosted his ego knowing he barely had to try anymore; that you were completely ensnared and obsessed with each and every move he made. You even started keeping tabs on him—calling him throughout the day to ask what he was up to. He was elated, on high…he was completely satisfied. It was a huge change in the dynamic of your relationship compared to the way he used to behave. If someone had called him a pathetic idiot back when he would practically beg and whine whenever you didn’t call him, he wouldn’t have denied it. Choosing you above everything else in his life was the best decision he ever made—fuck university.

He smirked when he remembered the argument from last night; the one that led him to not only ruining your bed sheets, but you as well. His smile, however, was quickly erased when he remembered the reason for your anger. You had found the empty birth control packets thrown in the garbage, a mistake on his part—sloppy actually. He wouldn’t make that mistake again. The condoms, however, you were unaware of. It was easier to needle holes into the latex knowing that your careless desperation would make you oblivious to such details. Whenever he got close you’d lose all sense of control. It was quite an emotional experience—how you’d literally do anything he asked…basically admitting you were his whore and that he could do anything he wanted to your body.

He felt himself getting hard again, but he didn’t have the luxury of getting off like he wanted. Sadly, he had a job to go to, one that he was becoming very good at. In his short time there he’d become manager, and if he continued just like this, he could one day buy his own store and never have to work again. He’d be able to take care of you so you wouldn’t have to work anymore.

“Fucking work.” Once again he was reminded of the fact that you were being kept from him because of your stupid job. Not to mention, there was a co-worker there who called you more times than he felt comfortable with. His eyebrows furrowed at the thought of that motherfucker being near you…if he had to he’d….

Your job wasn’t the only obstacle he had to face. Jimin had one more year of school left and that only meant one thing—less time alone with you. It was like anything and everything was trying to keep you apart. His mood suddenly turned sour.

A vibration on his side brought him out of his momentary depression.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby boy. I miss you. Are you up?”

Immediately the anger he felt building subsided. The sweet and sensual sound of your voice was all he needed to turn into a big pile of mush. “Yea, I am. I was just thinking of you.”

“Were you? That’s good to know. I’m thinking of you too.”

“Yea? What are you thinking about?”

He heard silence and then a tiny sigh. “Just… about our fight. I may have overreacted, but I still don’t think you should do things like that, Jungkook. I can’t just get pregnant because you want me to. It’s too complicated and…”

What Jungkook heard was completely different from what you were saying. The tone in your voice made it seem like you were less angry—even apologetic. Not only that but, if he was picking up on things correctly, he’d even muse that you weren’t completely opposed to the idea of becoming pregnant by him, just opposed to his methods.

“I get it. I’m sorry too. Forgive me?”

Waiting for your answer, Jungkook realized suddenly that he’d been stroking his length the entire time. The things you did to him were beyond his control. Even during a fight he still wanted you. “Please, mommy?”

“Yeah, I do. I’m sorry too, baby. I’ve gotta go, but I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

“Okay.” Jungkook choked down a sob when he grazed over his tip. You were gone before he could say goodbye, but it was too late. He was too far gone, the thought of you possibly being round and full with his child… the one he put inside of you… This made him hornier than he’d ever been before. He had to be quick, with work starting in half an hour, but it didn’t take him long to stain the sheets once again. From an entire night of lovemaking, to wet dreams, and now him cumming at the thought of fucking a baby into you—your bedsheets were beyond saving.

***

The clock seemed to take forever on the last hour of work. Jungkook made sure to take care of everything before closing time so he could just run right out, but time wasn’t on his side. As soon as he was able to, he clocked out and ran to his car, the need to smell you the only thing he could think about.

As he approached your house his blood pressure soared and his cock stirred. Fucking finally.

The door was unlocked as usual, and Jungkook stepped in all too eager to find you, but when he made his way to the sounds he heard in the kitchen, his heart stopped as soon as his feet met the threshold.

“Jimin?”

“Hey, Jungkook! What are you doing here?”

Jungkook looked at you, and you looked at him, your eyes begging him to come up with a good lie. Why the hell hadn’t you told him that Jimin was home? He felt in his pocket looking for his phone and pulled it out. Looking at the screen he realized you had indeed sent him messages, even tried to call him, but he’d been too focused on coming home to you to even notice.

“Oh—I was just driving around the neighborhood and…I—I was just checking in to see if your mom needed anything.” He then turned his attention to you and smiled. “Sooo— Did you need anything Ms. ___?”

Your eyes trembled as they scanned from his shoes to his face. He enjoyed it quite a bit, the way you so obviously were holding your breath, a film of sweat building on your upper lip and how you slipped your tongue out to try and lick it clean.

“Um, no thank you, Jungkook. That is very sweet of you. It’s a good thing you’re here. You and Jimin can catch up! I’ll be in my room if you need anything, boys.”

There was no possible way you could have escaped the room faster, but even though you fled, Jungkook’s body gave off something that had you weak in the knees. You knew exactly why he had come—the sexy lingerie beneath your robe was evidence of that, but when your son was the person you ended up greeting at the door, you knew this night wouldn’t happen.

Suddenly you felt guilty for wishing your son wasn’t there. It’s not that you didn’t miss him—you did, but Jungkook’s jaw clenching when you passed him by had you clenching as well.

“Thanks, mom. We can catch up more tomorrow. So… Jk, what’s up, bro?”

Jungkook’s eye twitched slightly at Jimin’s greeting. His long time friend, considered his brother, had just successfully become the biggest cockblock of Jungkook’s life. This wasn’t the first time, obviously, but things were more simple back then. Now, you and Jungkook had become more serious, formed a bond—a relationship where he was the only man in your life. And Jimin just showed up out of the blue…unannounced…

“Nothing much, man!” Forcing a genuine smile, Jungkook leaned in and hugged Jimin. The familiar feeling had him pausing a moment to reflect on his current emotions. It wasn’t exactly Jimin’s fault that you and his best friend were fucking in secret. It was best he didn't know to be honest. Who knows what Jimin would say to all of this.

“Cool, so yeah. I came right after my last final. I didn’t want to wait until the weekend. It feels good to be home. So, you wanna grab Tae and head somewhere?”

Jungkook agreed and smiled the whole time knowing you were so close, yet so far. If he wanted to he could lie and say he needed the restroom, and then he could slip into your room for a moment. He should actually call it his room too since he spent the better part of the year in it bending you over the dresser, spreading your legs wide and pressing a finger into your…

“Yeah, sure. I’m down.”

***

Jimin droned on, but Jungkook couldn’t focus at all. He just nodded at whatever Jimin said, and the entire way to pick up Taehyung, he was silent. When they met up it was like old times, and yet something was missing.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom real quick,” Jungkook announced to his already drunk friends. They didn’t really hear him, and he preferred it that way because the truth was, he had to get some fresh air.

The moment the cool wind hit his face he felt like he could breathe better, but only because he knew he could call you now. With shaky fingers he looked up your name, and he didn’t know why, but he actually felt butterflies. It was the first time in a long time he was away from you for this long. When you answered his heart stopped.

“Baby?”

“___, I miss you so much. Please don’t sleep without me. I hate that we’re not together. What are you doing without me?”

The pure anguish and despair in his voice was enough to break your heart. You could relate to him because you’d been feeling the same for hours. Since you and he became a “thing” he’s never been too far, and now that he wasn’t, you were the loneliest you’ve ever felt. “I’m just here, baby. I miss you. Are you having fun?”

“NO! I’m not having any fun, mommy. I’d rather be with you. My dick was so hard earlier…just before I arrived and found…”

“HEY JUNGKOOK!” Jimin giggled followed by Tae who suddenly slapped the other like he had done something so hilarious he could barely stand on his feet. They were both very drunk and about to fall over. Jungkook had defaulted as designated driver, but it actually worked out in his favor.

“I’ll be home in twenty minutes.” Quickly Jungkook ended the call and turned to his childhood buddies. “Alright you two, I’m taking you both to Tae’s. You can sleep it off there.”

“But I want my own bed,” Jimin complained, but Jungkook wouldn’t have it.

“Do you really want your mother to see you this drunk after you’ve been away for so long. Show her some respect.”

Jungkook’s words sobered Jimin a little, but only enough to make it to the car. Once they were all inside, Taehyung started playing loud music from his phone and Jimin kept trying to show Jungkook funny videos from the internet. It felt like forever, but the minute Jungkook pulled into Taehyung’s driveway, he ran out to open their door and make sure they went all the way into the house.

Once he was behind the wheel again he drove to your house knowing you’d be waiting for him with open arms. He missed your heat, your smell, how wet your pussy got just for him… In his distraction he almost swiped the edge of the sidewalk were it not for the beep from a car warning him. “Shit!”

He was at your front door in record time, and already starting the clothing removal process, he was completely naked one he reached your bedroom. He didn’t even knock, he didn’t have to. It was his room too. His cock was straining, the large vein throbbing in impatience at the memory of your velvety heat wrapping around it. And finally, after almost an entire twelve hours without your touch, he opened the door to find…

Soft snores filled the room, and Jungkook tilted his head to the right unsure if he was mistaken. He glanced at the digital watch realizing the time was three in the morning. Fucking Jimin!

He stepped forward noticing that you hadn’t covered your body probably because you wanted to show off the new and incredibly gorgeous lingerie you bought for him to enjoy. Jungkook growled and grit his teeth. He dropped his head forward and then came to kneel beside you. His hands reached out, shaky and unsure if he should wake you or just take what was his. Gently he stroked your face and swore under his breath.There would be absolutely nothing to keep him from you like this anymore. Even if Jimin was here, they would need to make it work. It’s not like Jimin kept tabs on his mother’s every move, and he definitely didn’t know everything about Jungkook either. They would make it happen, they just had to.

Without realizing his hand had managed to make its way down to your breast where it sat, thumb grazing over your peaked nipple. Little things like this made Jungkook’s heart swell. It felt like it was impossible for a body to respond sexually to another in sleep, and yet yours had because it was him. He couldn’t help the tiny gasp that left his lips when you moved slightly, the change of your position landing his hand on your belly. He felt like he was going crazy, but this couldn't be a coincidence. You were obviously faking it, probably wanting him to play out one of the many fantasies you and he had yet to share. There were so many erotic things you had already done, and he was sure that maybe this was part of it.

Testing the waters, he moved down lower, his fingertips grazing the edge of the silk panties, the tiny pearls adorning it smooth and cool. Your lower belly erupted in goosebumps when his finger lifted up the band slightly. He had to bite his lower lip to keep from smiling and spoiling this roleplay. He blew over the skin teasingly, your small whine a positive reaction. You were so good at being a vulnerable fuck toy. While you ‘slept’ he could do anything at all….any little thing—

Immediately he jumped on the bed making sure not to put weight on your body. Pulling your panites all the way down, he bent forward and settled himself between your legs. His belly on the mattress and a pillow beneath his cock, he began wetting your cunt with his saliva. He licked and spit over it, occasionally remembering to peek up between your legs to make sure you were enjoying it. From the looks of your nipples and the red creeping up your skin, you most certainly were.

Reaching down, he undid his jeans and stroked himself once…then twice….already certain you were more than ready to take him. He crawled over you and then lined himself up making sure to hook your legs over his hip. And then before you could pretend to wake, he pushed himself into you, shuddering at the lack of resistance. He barely reached the hilt before your eyes shot wide open; a small croaked cry making its way out of your mouth. You looked confused, surprised and shocked. Were he not so deep into this game, he would’ve stopped to make sure you were okay, but he knew this was all part of the fun. He leaned in and placed his forehead to yours, and his hands reached up to stroke over your temples.

He felt your walls squeeze in an attempt to push him out, but he pressed his knees deeper into the mattress and thrust himself all the way into you. The action lifted your legs higher, widening your thighs to accommodate his body. Your cry was louder this time, his intrusion sudden and rough.

“Is this what you wanted, mommy? To be fucked awake like a useless whore?”

You were unable to speak, torn between complete devastation and brilliant pleasure. You had not expected him to come home at all. He did mention he’d see you, but you assumed the boys would’ve kept him the entire night. “J–Jungkooook…it hurts…”

“I know it does. It hurts so good, huh…”

He gripped your thighs suddenly and pulled your legs apart, sitting back so he could watch the way his cock entered and exited your hole. You seemed to be a little annoyed, but also lost in the feeling. He watched as you looked at him, how your eyes watered and then rolled back. Your head hit the pillow then, delicious moans flowing from you endlessly. He was sure you were going to reward him well for doing such a good job. He continued stroking inside of you with his tip, knowing exactly what it took to make you do that thing he loved. Unable to hold them up any longer, Jungkook dropped your legs and leaned forward until his body covered yours. His hips began slow movements, rotating in small circles and then thrusting deep randomly.

And then, without warning, he pulled out of you and flipped you onto your belly. The momentary separation gave you a minute to focus and think about what you wanted to tell him, but you were still half dazed. You struggled with the blankets beneath you, trying your best to sit up and tell him that you had never done anything like this before, that you would prefer to be fully conscious when being fucked, but you didn’t stand a chance.

His strong grip on the back of your neck pushed your face down into the pillow and he once again penetrated you without warning. One hand on your hip and the other holding you down, he drilled into you, panting like he was running a marathon, your show of resistance egging him on further. You were truly putting on a show and it made his dick harder.

“Mommyyy likessss a big fat dickkk inside herrrr…wants her pussy creameddd.”

“J–Jung—ple—” you couldn’t speak, the pillow blocking your voice, but when he reached around you and found your clit, your argument was lost. He let go of you completely, focused on rubbing you raw and hitting the spot only he knew how to hit. He could barely hold himself together, the thought of actually waking you from sleep with his cum leaking out of you causing his legs to shake.

You were already broken, gasping for air the minute he let you go. You flung the pillow beneath you away and braced yourself. The bed groaned beneath you accompanied by the sound of the bed frame smacking the wall.

“Ohhh…oh my goddd!” You cried out, unsure if he would have mercy and slow down just a little, but he didn’t.

“I know, mm–mommyy…cum for me like a good girl.”

And that was all it took. You came hard, your orgasm pushing him out of you as you soaked the bed beneath him. His abdomen was also sprayed, but Jungkook watched on boldly. This was his favorite part. Your cunt clenched and so did your asshole—fluttering with your orgasm as well. When you finished drenching everything around you, he pushed back into you and worked on reaching his own end.

Your hands reached back to push him away, the oversensitivity too much, but he knew you enjoyed it secretly. “Almost there…gonna fill you real good…”

It didn’t take him long, your whimpers and cries of pleasure boosting his arousal. He leaned in a bit and whispered over the shell of your ear. “You’re mine…everything you are is mine..everything.” With a final push he came. The feeling was unlike anything else because unlike all the times before when you were awake, constantly making sure you were both being safe, this time he took liberties of his own in the roleplay choosing not to wear protection.

Just the thought of your dirty cunt swallowing his cum made him shiver. His lips rubbed over your back and he kissed your shoulder before sitting back up and pulling himself out of you. He saw, for the first time, his cum dribble out of you, and he never felt more gratified than in that moment.

Falling over to the right side of the mattress, he felt his entire body go limp. His eyes were barely able to stay open, and the only thing he caught out of his peripheral vision was you on your belly staring back at him with tears in your eyes.

NEXT

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #yandere jungkook #yandere bts #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fanfiction #bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #jungkook series #jungkook au #sub jungkook #dom jungkook #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios

[dottores]

Hi Cat!👋 Here is part two of my Ran drabble, now this isn’t necessarily connected to the first one but it was written with the same idea of Ran just wanting a big family. I'm so glad you enjoyed the first one! 🥰

I HC ages to be 17-18 for reader (who is in their senior year of high school) and 18-19 for Ran, since it spans over about a year.

TW: pregnancy, slight forced pregnancy, contraception tampering, manipulation, controlling behavior, yandere tendencies. (pls add more if I missed anything)

Ran has already decided for you and him what your futures together will be like. He doesn’t necessarily not listen to your opinions; I mean he did graciously agree with your plea to at least wait until you’ve graduated high school to start having kids. He gave you assurance with the sweetest words “of course little lady, I can wait till you’ve graduated school to make you a mommy.” And you can tell that he is almost too excited to get started on those plans because as soon as your senior year started, he asked you for the exact graduation date so that he can prepare for your future family together. I mean he’s finally now only about a year away from starting his own family, he can’t help but be excited and make sure that you two are ready.

But he’s impatient and unbeknownst to you, he made a little change to the original plan he told you. At around the time that you had only about 7 months left of school he decided that now would be the best time to get started on making his family. So, he foregoes condoms and says he’ll start you on birth control, he gave you some bullshit answer he pulled out of thin air about getting your body used to taking his cum when you questioned him on it. And the birth control pills he gets you, of course, they’re just placebos and of course, you don’t know that and he decided that what you don’t know won’t hurt you.

It’s only about a couple of months after this change that you start experiencing pregnancy symptoms and a quick doctor’s visit confirms that you are indeed pregnant. You’re a little out of it at the news but seeing Ran so happy and treating you like a delicate princess makes you less apprehensive about the whole thing. So now during your senior year, you have to deal with the typical pregnancy symptoms and hormone fluctuations but you can’t be too upset since Ran has been nothing but sweet and supportive during the whole thing. He even goes out of his way to bring snacks for you during school hours when you text him about cravings.

Most kids at school already kind of steered clear of you after a couple years back Ran broke some poor boys’ nose and left arm when he tried to confess to you after school. But now that your stomach starts to grow and you even have to forego the school uniform for maternity clothes, the kids refuse to even look at you especially since Ran seems to be just around the corner at all times now. He has to be, he needs to make sure his future wife and baby are safe and taken care of. But even after all of this, you can’t really be mad at him because he technically did keep his word and you weren’t a mommy until after graduation. Your graduation pictures are of you in your cap and gown and a round tummy at about 6 months into your pregnancy. 

I can see this being yandere Ran just because he’s so controlling and manipulative here. I kind of picture that the darling yandere Ran picks to be with is super sweet and demure so he really never has to physically punish his darling, not that he’s not willing to but he really only needs to fix you with an icy tone and even icier stare to get you to behave; at least during the beginning of the relationship before he gets too controlling and possessive. 

I FINALLY GOT THE CHANCE TO READ THIS WHERE I WAS NOT DEALING WITH BULLSHIT KELSEY OH MY GOD PLEASE THIS IS SO 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 goD RAN LIKE THIS DOES SOMETHING TO ME I SWEAR

#my asks #moots ^.^ kelsey

[uryufriend6]

back again with a drawing of myself!

tw: grooming, sa

This was based off of a photo taken in 2012/2013 when i was in high school. I was in a relationship with a narcissist. The relationship was horribly abusive. I wasn’t sure how relationships were supposed to feel. I was groomed by men online before hoping for a shred of positive attention. everyone had blamed me for being groomed. My mom, my aunt, and the school counselor. None of them showed real concern, just anger that I did something “i wasn’t supposed to”. Growing up neurodivergent, it’s really the only thing that was expressed to me by family and peers alike. I did things I wasn’t supposed to all the time, so I was shameful to be around. I was shameful to be associated with. I didn’t have friends until he came into my life. he was the only person who didn’t act ashamed to be associated with me. he was so kind at first. it was so different to be shown patience and care. Of course, it was just an act. His real personality came out eventually. He would assault me often throughout the 2 years we were together. He would berate me for everything I did. I got lucky when he eventually got bored with me and pursued another person. He tampered with their birth control and got them pregnant. I wonder if he tried that with me. I’m lucky I got away.

#tw trauma #trauma #crayon #amatuer art

[galasriniel817]

I’m just going to open up and lay some stuff out there in light of last night’s SCOTUS leak. TW for abuse and sexual assault below the break.

I couldn’t sleep last night because of the overwhelming dread. Twelve years ago I was trapped in an abusive relationship (at the ripe age of 21) and he tampered with my birth control. When I confronted him about it, he told me point blank that it was because he wanted me pregnant and that he planned to pressure me into giving birth so he could remain in my life forever. He went on to secretly remove condoms and sexually assault me multiple times in his attempts to get me pregnant as a means of control.

I was lucky to get out there without a pregnancy, otherwise I shudder to think how my life would have gone. All I know is that, if he had gotten me pregnant against my will, I would have had an abortion. If his plan had worked and my nightmare scenario came true, I know I wouldn’t be an attorney or happily married to a good man. I wouldn’t be living my dream. I’d be probably be depressed, broken, a ghost of myself. After two years of his attention, I was already a far cry from who I was and who I fought to become again.

It took me years to piece myself together again but I still jump at certain actions and retreat into myself when I’m too strongly reminded of what I’ve survived. I can’t imagine how my life would have gone after 12 years of that constant abuse and resentment and self-blame.

But I got lucky and got out without that worst case scenario coming to pass.

It sickens me to think that the American government and courts are now backing people like my abuser, granting them the ability to treat women like breeding stock unchallenged, and then allowing women to be punished for trying to take back control of their lives and destinies. And that’s only a small segment of what’s being punished—miscarriages of wanted pregnancies have landed women in jail and facing prosecution for manslaughter.

It’s a dystopian nightmare designed to subjugate, control, and kill women in a country that has the highest maternal mortality rate in the first world and in which insurance doesn’t the cover all the exorbitant costs of pregnancy and childbirth. That doesn’t even go into the costs of childcare or the lack of paid family leave that penalizes women for getting pregnant and needing time to recover after giving birth.

Fuck the people fitting an entire governmental agenda into women’s uteruses and stripping us of choice. Vote. Support women seeking help. Vote. Donate to organizations that educate and empower women in taking back control of their reproductive rights. And did I mention: vote.

#abortion #reproductive rights #nolite te bastardes carborundorum #scotus #roe v wade #planned parenthood v casey #griswold v connecticut #protect bodily autonomy #pro choice

[maniaemagna]

TW: Sex crimes mentioned.

For me the right for a woman to get an abortion is the matter of not just about productive rights but the right to bodily autonomy of women.

It's about the rights of r*pe victim not be forced to have their r*pist's baby.

It's about a woman who had spouse or relative tamper with their birth control.

It's about women who are at risk of being trapped in a toxic environment.

It's about woman too poor to have a baby having a choice other than abandoning a child.

It's about not forcing a teen to have a baby because the condom broke.

#abortion #womens rights #bodily autonomy #social justice

[ohlovxr]

I want Matt to tamper w my birth control and have a happy lil accident🥺🥺🥺

the poor man just wants a family so bad. he wants to be a daddy, and he knows - knows - that you’d be the most perfect mommy. there’s really no one else he’d rather carry and care for his child than you <33

every time matt listened to you take that little pill, he couldn’t help the little scowl that would cross his face subconsciously. he thought about how much of a waste it was - how that stupid little pill was standing in the way of him putting his baby inside you every time he fucked you with that purpose.

and after weighing the pros and cons, and for fucks sake just being sick of it, the man decided to take matters into his own hands - and fuck, were those placebo pills worth it once he’d heard the rapid little heartbeat of his baby coming from your belly weeks later.

when he’d heard it, he had to refrain from melting on the spot. he had to refrain from sweeping you up in his arms and letting the tears that brimmed his eyes fall. he had to refrain from falling to his knees just to be closer to you and his baby and from letting endless “thank you”’s fall from his lips.

he refrained from all of it because he wanted you to find out on your own; he didn’t just want the time to lessen your options, but he wanted to give you that - he wanted to give you the build up. he wanted you to have the symptoms, the stress and the wonder, to be there when you have your doubts, and for you to take that test and have that final epiphany. the one that made you realize how you didn’t just want to have a baby, but you wanted to have a family with him.

so, matt bit his tongue and fought a smile when you woke up with a gasp, jumping out of bed and running to the washroom with a strained, “i’m gonna be sick” falling from your lips. he bit his tongue and fought a smile when you clipped your bra together and hissed, muttering under your breath, “stupid fucking bra. you were comfy two days ago, you fucking traitor.” he bit his tongue and fought a smile when you complained about the smell of the eggs he’d made one morning, telling him, “i’m sorry, matty. i dunno why this is happening, i’ve just been feeling so sick and weird lately,” to which he responded by planting a kiss against your forehead and citing that, “you don’t have to apologize, honey. it happens.”

and when he finally, finally, hears you uttering an alarmed “fuck” from the washroom, realizing that you’ve missed your period, all matt can do is hold his breath until you’re coming up to him the next day with a thudding heart and a test in hand.

through your doubts, he reassures you that, “whatever you want to do, baby, we’ll do it,” he makes sure to hold you close, kissing away the tears that fall from your eyes and resting a palm against your stomach, letting his thumb drag back and forth subtly as you melted into his touch, “no matter what, i’m here.”

his heart skips a beat when he hears you huff a laugh, feeling his chest vibrate with it from where your head rested as he held you, “of course you are.”

his heart nearly explodes when you lean up and let your chin rest against his chest, allowing your eyes to scan his face fondly as shaky sigh leaving your lips before a small smile fought its way onto your face, “i mean, you would make a good dad, matty.”

#tw noncon #-> #tw tampering with birth control #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #notsfw #dark fic #mattmurdock.darkfic #i don’t have the energy to express myself through the tags this time lol #this is also unedited as always so if you see a mistake no you didn’t

[loyalwolf]

something I love about nicks in the wotow books is that he expressed that he didn't want to have kids. that was his own personal feelings. he also felt guilt over it bc he thought he should give antonio a grandson. there's actually a very heartbreaking conversation about it:

“Is that it? You feel like you should give him one? A grandson?”

"Shouldn’t I? Hell, what else do I give him? I’m forty-three, never left home, piss around his company pretending I’m working…” He cut himselfoff with a snarl of disgust. “And I can’t even bother bringing him home a grandson?”

“Do you think he cares? My God, Nick, if you think your father expects you to have a son for him…Antonio would never—”

“Of course, he wouldn’t. He doesn’t expect anything of me. And he’s never disappointed.”

like I said, heartbreaking. but something I love is that.... this didn't end with him having a kid, like a lot of "I don't want kids" plots do. what happened was so much better? nick ended up taking in (adopting shhh) two young werewolves. reese williams & noah albright who were about.... 21 & 17. then he takes morgan walsh in, who's in his later twenties, and then davis cain who's...... 19, I think? so he ends up taking in these young werewolves with nowhere else to go. and helps them, teaches them, which also helps the "dadding instinct" that werewolves feel. and like he views them as his kids even if he wouldn't actually say it that way.

and idk I just think he's neat

#i’ll probably be awake to 3am for no reason // ooc #i like this better than paiges story #where she states multiple times she doesnt want kids and her husbamd states multiple times thst he doesn’t want kids #and her birthcontrol is tampered with and she ends up gettinf pregnant #and despite keeping saying they dont want kids they decide to keep it #i wouldnt have minded if they changed their minds of their own choices but vjfkdogodogoeor #birth control tampering makes me wince #BUT YEAH ANYWAY #i love my boy #🐺 wolves know the secrets; they remember what we do not and see what we refuse to // musings #idk if this should be tagged as anything tw wise #if so just lmk <3

[chaotic-jjk-fiction]

Omegaverse for anyone with an S/O who has to take strong medication for their heats. Maybe if you do Toji or Gojo they swap out the medication to trigger the intense heat on purpose.

This is like the whole idea of switching birth control with fertility medication, a classic. 

TW: Medication tampering, Omegaverse, knotting, heat

I would say Toji has a lot of things he likes, and one of those is how you are during your heat. 

He loves your smell, the way you become a whiny needy mess, the way you cling to him, and so much more. 

He hates that you take a heat suppressant and he only get to help you through your heat twice a year. 

This is especially the case since you have such intense, unique heats.

You won’t notice if you replaces your suppressants with mints now will you?

 He would enjoy knotting you over and over again as your heat raged on. He could explain it all later if needed. 

#smol.talks #smol thots #toji fushiguro x reader #tw omegaverse #tw medication tampering #tw heat #tw knotting

[ala-mhinyan]

Grief ( Part 2 )

{{ TW: Misgendering/Deadnaming }}

“Th’tribe calls. I will retuhn lateah, Sajanavaa.”

The sharp glint of crimson catches the corner of C’tolemy’s eyes and he can’t help a faint smile, knowing it is fairly late and the Uyagir had been half-dozing, half-asleep regardless. Dressed fully in the dark leathers of his traditional tribe scouting attire, he gives the man a faint smile and wanders in close—leaning over the bed and covers to press a kiss to those dark lips, murmuring soft words of affection between the both of them.

“Be safe.”

“I will.”

He circles along the edge of the bed to the other side, pressing a kiss to the open mouth of a very snoring Dunrai—nuzzling in against the man’s cheek to whisper those same soft words of affection he’d given Ayanga. The Dazkar wouldn’t wake up, he never did, but it didn’t feel right to leave without telling them both he’d be back later even if only one heard him. He pulled away from Dunrai and pivoted, heading out of their bedroom—up the stairs and out of their home with sure steps.

It wasn’t until he closed the door behind him and engaged the locks with their appropriate security system that he felt a very real, very human chill ride up his spine.

Traveling to Ala Gannha was routine for him these days, a well woven spell to teleport him to the aetheryte waiting in the center of the tribe. He waved to the fellow Shadewalkers, kin to him to be awake in the middle of the night while the Daywalkers slept easy. His duties were done in order, as they always had been; check the ration piles, send out scouting parties, send out hunting parties, meet with the Council and the Chieftess in discussion of coming Holi, train the warrior ton that needed his aid and see to the newborn cubs. He had always been enthusiastic with his involvement in the tribe and no was no different. Once his duties had been completed—his golden eyes found the twinkling night sky, moon overhead and nodded. It was time.

The Seeker gave the guard most familiar with his ‘routine’ vanishings from the tribe a tip of his chin and the woman nodded, pretending abruptly like he was never there as he escaped from view and into the night. Traveling across the desert sand was easy and welcome—the familiar sting of chilled air in bone enough to keep his nerves from going awry.

This was worth it. All he had to do was remind himself.

. . .

The final slap of skin on stone and a grunt of effort ended with this bulky man on his knees but successfully having climbed the cliff-face hiding the beauty known as the Arms of Meed; a suspended platform floating in the middle of a lake with a tree having grown in the middle of it. Home to the heart of despondent Fists of Rhalgr and a hiding place for the Coeurl when none were supposed to find them.

Waiting for him in the center of the largest platform was C’sah; his birth mother by blood and the very same woman that had abandoned him and gave over his training to a monster in more than just name. Deep golden eyes shone with equal parts pride and plain disgust as she watched her dau—son, vault over the edge of the cliff and onto the edge of the platform. He was beautiful as she was, agile like she was, smart like she was—but he had the blood of Ankobia in him and that is what made her turn her nose up in disgust.

<“C’aziza.”>

<“I will not stand here and be insulted.”> C’sah draws in a sharp breath, brows furrowing—of all of the ungrateful... <“I have little time or patience for your games. C’tolemy, nothing more, nothing less.”>

The older woman exhales slowly, patting down the flames of her growing temper and nods. <“My apologies, C’tolemy. You called me to discu—”>

<”Why do you want me to be the next Dead Witch?”>

C’sah bristles again, taking a longer moment to truly tamper down that building plume of aggression skittering along the base of her spine. Not only was her daughter ugly as sin, while beautiful at the same time, she had lost all of her manners during her grieving from C’ajnee. That just won’t do, she had invested so much time and energy into training this woman to be the perfect replacement for Dead Witch and she’d be damned if she’d let her own experiment ruin it.

<”You are the only one that can handle the immense power that comes with this burden. It is not an easy burden to bear to see, hear, taste, smell and feel the dead—but you can do it. You walk closer to death—more so than I. You’d be a better Witch than I ever was.”>

<”And if I do not want to be this?”>

<”It will find its way to the next person that can carry the weight. And then the next and the next and the next. The easiest way to control who uses such power is to pass it on with our children—so the ones before can teach them what they need to know to wield this responsibly.”> The older woman gestures to the entirety of the Seeker before her. <”You already taste death intimately. It would not be too far of a reach to taste it all.”>

C’tolemy grimaces, the prospect of holding more power doing nothing to convince him to want this. Power was never the goal, never a desire—he wants peace. He wants understanding. He wants a family and just enough strength to protect what he has. Nothing more, nothing less. C’sah sees the grimace, her small ears pressing back into her hair.

<”Do not tell me you want for little?”>

He merely shrugs, <”I will not be found wanting. I have all I need. That which I want is nothing you offer.”>

Anger bursts like a crag in her heart, aggravation tinging the tone in which she speaks as she glares at the man in front of her. <”Don’t tell me the tribe has filled your head with nonsense about how wanting will do nothing but bring you tragedy!? That is nothing but brainwashing to keep you from wanting goals! A life! What you deserve! What you were BORN to do!”>

Tired golden eyes rest on his mother, giving her a crooked edge of a smile. <”It was the tribe that dug the grave and Kushal that filled it. If you want to blame anyone, blame the man you gave me to.”>

C’sah bit at her bottom lip, curling her claws inward to seat into the meat of her palm. <”C’ajnee was supposed to train you.”>

<”Kushal did exactly as you asked him to. He trained me every single day to toss aside every single want I could have had in my body, mind and soul. I was trained to listen to commands. Trained to be good. Trained to be the best. The perfect hunting hound—a wolf in the night. I don’t care about my well being. I don’t care about my future. I don’t care about anything but obeying orders to their fullest and protecting what is mine.”>

Everything about that statement had done nothing but make her elated beyond normal measures—all of it, until that final bit of his sentence. That made her stare at him in confusion, tilting her head.

<”What is yours?”>

C’tolemy’s crooked smile shifts to a small smile, the look of madness in his eyes taking over as he falls into emotions too strong to hold back. <”That’s right. What is mine. People. Things. Hopes and dreams. Emotions. What belongs to me, what I’ve taken in blood and sweat and tears and clawed onto with a shredded heart and little sense—What is mine.”>

No. This wasn’t how this was supposed to be. C’aziza was supposed to have zero ambition, no survival instincts outside of orders given and complete, utter surrender to those that gave her orders. There was to be no want but the want to please. No wants. No dreams. No hopes. No desire to fight back or rebel. Nothing but a rigid, mindless dog.

C’ajnee had failed her.

Clicking her tongue, she spreads her hands out before him. <”You can continue to protect what is yours. I want none of it.”>

That jostles a laugh from deep inside of his chest, unhinged and shuddering. <”You lie just like Kushal did. He must have gotten it from you. You have nothing I want, Witch. You’ve proved that to me.”>

He turns on his heel and prepares to vault back over the broken bridge to the cliff-face.

<”Wait!”>

A pause.

<”What if… What if I can give you back what you lost?”>

Just one last time.

<”What… What if I can give you C’ajnee?”>

[ Part 1 ]

#ffxiv #ffxiv writing #my writing #c'tolemy #c'sah #c'ajnee #ayanga #dunrai #at what /point/ does it reach pathological mourning? #what would you do to get back what was stolen from you? #how far would you go?

[afsanaas]

𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒅𝒖𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑬𝒉𝒔𝒂𝒏...

Hello everyone, I’ve reached out to a lot of guys to plot so I figured it would be best to provide from background on Sana! Here is her very much extended bio (I had to force myself to condense things down for my application cause I realized just how long it was considering I’m adapting her from a previous character of mine). ALSO quick apology for the use of gif icons, there are not a lot of resources for Kriti available so I made a bunch of her gifs a while back and they are all icons so I’m a little stuck in that regard!

tw: emotional abuse, miscarriage, mention of death in the family

UPBRINGING

The daughter of two Muslim Indian immigrants, Sana was four years old when she came to the US. Chasing the American dream in hopes of building a better life her father had already been in Jersey when he married her mother, working on putting down roots, and gaining citizenship before he was able to have his wife and daughter move over with him. Though they made a home in the US, her parents never quite embraced America, or it’s culture. They kept themselves closed off from integration in the community they lived in, opting to only associate with other Indian muslims they either knew from back home or shared some kind of distant connection with.

The cultural barriers aside, they saw their religion as something that set them apart from others we well, never realizing that they have come to this country for the chance to gain acceptance, and to escape religious persecution. It wasn’t that they never experience bigotry, but the fact that they also experiences immense love and support from their neighbors but yet refused to embrace these positives that always bothered Sana.

It was because of this her life was always a struggle between who she was becoming, and who her parents wanted her to be. They failed to see that while they may not consider themselves to be American, she did. English was her first language, all her friends at school were people from different ethnic backgrounds, her diverse education meant she understood the fundamental need for acceptance.

As she grew older and really began to understand herself, she realized that she didn’t believe in their god, she simply didn’t believe in any god. She found the cultural norms her family followed to be oppressive, and at times suffocating yet there wasn’t anything she could do about it. Her family, and extended family, and family friends were so deeply entangled in her life that were she to say anything at all, just like that everyone she knew and cared for would distance themselves from her. She’d be ostracized, so really the only choice she has as a young adult was to keep on pretending.

No matter how much of herself she had to hide from those who were the closest to her, no matter how much doing so hurt her. She didn’t realize it at the time but she was spiraling into this endless pit of depression and anxiety.

EDUCATION

One thing her parents did value highly like most parents was the value of education. Her parents were not given the opportunities to be well educated and that’s why they brought their kids to America so that they would have those opportunities. So doing well was an expected, and school was after all her only reprieve so she put her all into it. She was a natural leader in school, involved in many extracurriculars, academic related as well as track and field, she was the first person to raise her hand in class if she knew something, and also if she required clarification not letting anyones opinion of her get in the way of her learning. As well as she did in high school it wasn’t a surprise she was able to get nearly a full ride to the college of her choice. However her choice did have to be within the approved radius of her parents choosing. Northwestern, up in Evanston was a stretch for them, but after weeks of pleading, and bargaining they agreed but only after getting her to agree to allow them to start looking for marriage prospects for her. This was something she knew was coming and had been dreading but at the time she figured it was just a matter of saying yes to get to go to the school of her dreams.

ARRANGED MARRIAGE

Never had she thought saying yes would mean they’d find someone for her in less than a year of her starting college. He was a friend of a friends son, a computer software engineer doing well for himself, living in Lincoln Park. For her parents it was perfect match, it was a family they knew well, and a guy who was financially stable, not more than a decade older than her even just twenty seven while she was barely twenty. He and his family seemed open minded, and were willing to allow her to continue to pursue her degree even after marriage, how could it be anymore perfect? And like every other thing she’s ever wanted in her life, the choice was out of her hands because it was a choice of choosing herself and her own happiness over her family. Not able to leave behind her family she reluctantly agreed after meeting the guy a couple of times. He seemed fine, there was no spark there but he seemed kind, and understanding she could definitely do worse she told herself.

Unfortunately what she failed to realized before agreeing to it all was a marriage among her community was not between a man and a woman but the two families, so very intimately involved in all their business. The plan had been to live with his parents for one year before finding their own place and building their own home, however a couple months in she could tell that was not happening. Slowly everything became harder, she felt suffocated in her relationship and under the burden of responsibilities that had fallen on her shoulders all while she was desperately trying to keep up with college, already having had to take a three quarter sabbatical. Everyday was a struggle, whether that be with her husband, her mother in law, or her bratty sister in law. She was emotionally and soon physically becoming so strained that it showed on her face, something her mother in law never failed to point out to her.

The worst thing to have happened at that point in her life was for her to become pregnant. And even worst for her husband under the instance of his mother to have tampered with her birth control (that his mother had never been happy she was taking). The pregnancy was they last straw for her however, she could not get an abortion or rather they would not let her. It was like she was trapped in a sick soap opera a cycle of abuse she had no way of escaping. It really shouldn’t have been a surprise to anyone when she miscarried, from how stressed and unhealthy she’d become in this period, no joy in her at all from the child growing inside of her. Of course she was tormented endlessly for it, her MIL having succeeded in placing a permanent wedge in her marriage, and leaving her completely isolated in her own home.

DIVORCE

Slowly she mustered up the courage then to return to college after the two years that had been wasted, it was this act of reclaiming control of her life that eventually gave her courage to get out of that toxic marriage against the will of everyone in her life. They all wanted her to compromise, give it time, try harder, but she was done trying to suppress herself for the benefit of others. She not only got her divorce but also dragged his ass to court, something no woman in her community had ever done. She get penance for her emotional trauma she suffered while in the marriage, the court ruling in her favor and ordering him to pay for the rest of her college expenses. This gave her some peace to focus her energy in earning a livable wage to support herself, she was not going to be returning to her parents home, or depending on anyone else for that matter. Soon everything was back on track she was living by herself in the city completing her bachelors and then going on to law school.

PLANS DERAILED ONCE AGAIN

Finally living her life on her own terms deciding what kind of person she wanted to be, figuring out what she believed in. College was fairly easy without any distractions holding her back. What she didn’t expect two years into law school was that her father would get a heart attack caused by her little sister getting pregnant out of wedlock. Already a heart patient who’d suffered from two minor strokes prior to this incident his heart gave out when this happened. And she found herself picking up the pieces of a family that had caused her so much pain and set her on a path of misery. After fathers passing she not only assumed the responsibility of caring after her mother and two sisters, but also the financial burden he left behind in the form of the money he’d borrowed from a crime family. 

ENTER RAFAL KOVALI

The stress of the thousands of dollars she’d inherited in debt was crippling for her, she was barely making ends meet and finishing school. It was a point in life when she was quite done with being in constant struggle to stay afloat, she wanted nothing more than a reprieve from it all. She wanted to get ahead of it, not someday, not in a few years, but now. It was then that she met Rafal Kovali, not a knight in shining armour by any stretch of the imagination but a king in his own right with midas’ touch, someone with more than enough means to lift her out of the toxic cycle of debt and despair she was trapped in.

Even despite her less than gracious introduction to him when she hadn’t a clue who he was by some miracle he seemed to be drawn to her, her beauty a factor but also her spirited nature.  She was tough, she’d had to be growing up against the odds with no one in her corner, she’d done the whole demure dignified thing and it had gotten her nowhere, she was done letting life fuck her. She knew he was a powerful man, and once she learned to what extent she decided to make her bed and sleep in it, metaphorically speaking. Her association with the Kovali has provided her for the first time some sense of security and stability, and though she realizes what a fine line she’s walking for the time being she’s willing to gamble with the odds if it means staying afloat, and staying ahead one more day.

Sana does not love the man, sleeping with him is as transactional for her as it was sleeping with her ex-husband. She realizes what that might make her, but growing up with little to no ownership of her body or her own self worth, her current situation is almost empowering. She’s given up on notions of romance she might have had as a teenage girl, she’d put those sentiments to rest the moment she signed her marriage contract years ago. Nor does she feel entirely awful about sleeping with a married man, was it anyone else she most likely would have. As pragmatic as she is she did her research and she knows enough about him and his wife to know they are not good people, in some screwed up way she’s rationalized with herself that their morally reproachable deeds obsolve her from holding any guilt for what she’s doing.

PUTTING UP HIGH WALLS

Given her struggles with herself and nearly every close relationship she’s ever had, Sana has now put up some very high walls around herself. Not allowing anything or anyone to penetrate them and bring her back to the places she’s worked so hard to escape from. She refuses to feel that lost and helpless against another person ever again. While being guarded and protecting herself is something that’s keeping her safe, it’s also holding her back from truly enjoying the freedom she finally has to be herself unapologetically, and keeping her closed off from anyone that might want to get close to her for the right reasons.

ADDITIONAL PLOTS FOR EXPLORATION

No Stopping The Heart -  Sana is very practical about most things, especially so after the end of emotionally trying marriage she’s given up on any notions of romance and a picture perfect life. While her relationship with Rafal is simply advantageous to her, she is not a disloyal person even in a relationship such as theirs. I would be interesting for her to fall for someone else. Currently she is gambling with her life something she is well aware and accepting of. Gambling with her heart however is going to be a much hard pill for her to swallow.

$470.000 Down  -  The precise amount of debt her father had collected, being uninsured and having a major surgery the first time around had been a huge burden and he’d had no choice but to borrow the money to pay for it when the debt collectors began to get particularly nasty, though it was trading one evil for another. And while Rafal may have settled that for her, she very much still sees herself indebted to him.

#❛ ━ .*･ﾟ( ᴅᴇᴠᴇʟᴏᴘᴍᴇɴᴛ ) #( figured I'd post this until her bio is posted on the main ) #( apologies for the length! )