Vincent, Where Are We? We Where Just At The Seventh Heaven And I Just Got Done Talking To Cloud...then

pls i need sam fortner content maybe like hes kidnapped you but you have stockholm and they have their first kiss and he’s super awkward but happy

First Kiss

Posted:11/25/22

Title: First Kiss

Yandere Sam Fortner x GN reader

Fluff

Author's note:

Warnings: Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome

🔞18+ page due to dark and adult themes. Minors will be blocked 🔞

Things have been easier since you stopped fighting your fate. You were trapped by a boy who was too in love with you for his good. Nothing more to say. Nothing you can do.

Sam was... a loving boy. At least to you. He does his best to make you feel loved and to show he's love despite his awkwardness. It made you feel... sorry for him a little. Could he not help anything? He is so sweet how could he be capable of such things?

You found your heart starting to warm when he came home. Trying to hold back a smile, getting flustered when he talks to you. You couldn't help it.

You sat on your bed, back to the wall, biting your lip as you think about Sam relaxing in his lazy boy. He wore his grey sweatpants, his legs spread and his hands nervously running up and down them.

"Is something going on with you?" Sam's voice breaks your thoughts making you blush. "What?" "I don't know. You're just staring at nothing with that weird look on your face." You roll your eyes playfully. "There's not much else to do." He thought for a moment. "Yeah.. sorry about that." He stood there awkwardly trying to think of what to say. "I could use some company." You say not sure of yourself and lightly patting the bed next to you.

His eyes slightly widen in surprise. Sam sits next to you on the bed back to the wall. "What did you do today?" You asked trying to start a conversation. "Work." He says. You chuckled a little at his blunt answer. "Well obviously... but like what did you do at work?" "Oh um... Paperwork... I don't want to talk about work." You sighed. "What would you like to talk about, Sam." You could have sworn you could hear him trying to hide a moan from hearing you say his name. "Mhm um..." He turns to face you a little more. "The only thing I ever really want to talk about is you... can we talk about you?" You blushed. "Um sure. What about me?" He shakes his head seemingly overwhelmed by the question. "Everything.... you're so.. pretty." You smiled. "Thank you." "I mean it too. I wouldn't just say that. I remember before you lived with me I watched you through your window and I saw you change a few. So I know how beautiful you are head to toe." Your face went red. Although it was alarming he was just trying to compliment you. "Thank you." "Yeah..." He sat there thinking maybe he shouldn't have said that. "Your pretty too, Sam." His cheeks and ears warmed. "R-really? You don't have to say that if you don't mean it." You smiled and placed your hand on his leg. "But I do mean it." He looked at you with big admiring eyes. "Really?" You nodded.

Sam puts a hand on your shoulder. "C...Can I kiss you?" Your eyes went widen. "Y-yes.."

Sam slowly leans in and places his lips on yours. The kiss was slow and causation. His hand left your shoulder to hold your face. Sam's body was stiff. There wasn't much movement before Sam abruptly pulled back. His face was pink and warm. Your cheeks were warm as you looked at him, waiting for him to say something. "Thank you?" You smiled "your welcome." Sam put his back flat against the wall again. His head felt fuzzy. "I..." 'Say something." He told himself. "I love you." He spoke out quickly. Not the first time he's told you but still important to him nonetheless. His leg started to bounce with building anxiety. "I love-" Sam abruptly stood. You look up at him confused. "I forgot to get dinner." He says moving to get his car keys. "We just eat-" "I forgot to get this other thing that I know you'll like-" it was your turn to interrupt him. "I love you, Sam!" He stopped and turned to you. You repeated yourself. "I love you, Sam. I understand what you've been trying to tell me... about how I'm safe and loved here and I'm so sorry I didn't listen before but I am now."

Sam took in what you were telling him. Is this a trick? He wonders. However, when he looked into your eyes he could see passion. The passion he'd seen you have for many this but now it was aimed at him. He wanted to cry happy tears. He slowly walked back to you and brushed your hair out of your face. "I don't want to leave. Why would I need to when you're here?" He gave a small smile. "Come here." You put your hands up to his face and pulled him into another kiss. However, this one felt natural. Felt like you've always kissed each other. The kiss was still on the soft side and passionate. Sam held the back of your head gently as you hear him slightly whine into the kiss before pulling back.

You looked into each other's eyes and felt your hearts connect. You pulled Sam in for a close tight hug. His head hid into your neck as his arms wrap around your waist. Your arms wrapped around his neck as one of your hands gently stroked his hair. "I'll never leave you, my love~" With that Sam hugged you tighter and then pushed you to lay back on the bed for an endless night of cuddling.

Halloween in Juneau, Alaska

The Devil's Hour:

"Eat me, drink me"

A Halloween Special

Dark!Billy Russo x Dark!Aleksander Morozova x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Dub/non-con, threesome, double penetration, mild gore? Idk, there is blood.

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“Please”

Your plea was barely more than a croak, a weak, broken thing teared off from your raw, abused throat. Whether you were begging for them to stop or to go on, you didn't know anymore.

And truth be told, it didn't matter either way, mercy was not something the creatures holding you hostage in your pretty golden cage were capable of anymore, any trace of empathy, of humanity, purged out of them centuries ago.

They had been torturing you, edging you for hours, and then making you come until they had burned all the fight out of you. Until pain and pleasure were blurred together. Until yes and no had started to mean the same thing.

They had broken you. Just like they had promised.

"Please…" You sobbed, a pathetic, heart wrenching sound that would have moved any man.

Too bad the beings keeping you prisoner were not men.

Still, the one in front of you raised his head from your cunt, beard glistening, stained with your juices, proof that, as much as you had fought them, kicking and screaming, as much as you had cried at the beginning, a part of you had to be enjoying what they were doing to you…

Right?

Dark eyes met his twins over your shoulder,

"Maybe we should stop, Aleks" His voice sounded sincere, but you couldn't shake the feeling you were being mocked "Maybe it is too much…"

"Our girl is strong, Billy" A soft, almost loving voice reached you from behind and a pair of pale, strong arms adjusted their iron like grip around you. It was a futile gesture, you were way too weak where you laid, your back fitted between the v of his legs, head pillowed by his chest, to fight back anymore. Way too spent, way too sated, way too used, nothing but a ragdoll. "She can take it"

“No, please, I can’t take anymore…” you pleaded. Aleks smiled against your hair, breathing you in, placing a soft kiss on the top of your head,

“But I think you can, malyshka," The russian endearment fell from his lips honey sweet, "I think you still have a couple more orgasms in you. And we want every. Single. One. Of them…” He punctuated every word with tiny, deceptively innocent pecks to the top of your head, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could reach with his lips.

“Whatever you say, big brother" Billy smirked, not needing any further convincing, slotting himself between your legs, entering you in a single long, hard stroke. You turned your head to the side, unwilling to see his beautiful face scrunch with the pleasure he was getting out of it, out of your pliant body but unwilling soul.

“No, don’t close your eyes” Aleks chastised you, grabbing your face, forcing you to meet his brother's eyes. “You will watch him, all the time. You will watch us take what’s ours. Am I understood, malyshka?”

You nodded, opening your eyes, watching as Billy's mouth fell open in a silent "oh" through wet lashes. He was identical to his brother, down to the freckle under his right eye, and every inch as gorgeous: long, lithe but muscular body, pale skin, eyes dark as night, face of an angel…

You cursed their pretty faces, you wouldn’t be in this mess if it wasn't for them. That was how they had lured you, how they had gotten you alone at the bar. You hadn't wanted to go with them, not really… except you did. One look into those obsidian orbs, and you had been overwhelmed but this strange desire to please them, your body doing as they said even as your mind rebelled inside.

Your friends hadn't noticed anything wrong, of course they hadn't. What woman wouldn't want to be the center of attention of two hotties like those anyway?

They had taken you right there, in the alley outside of the bar, for the first time. Billy pinning your arms behind your back as Aleksander slid his cold, cold hand into your jeans and fingered you, kissing away your tears, chanting praises at you, telling you how tight you felt, how soft and hot and wet inside, how he couldn't wait to feel you around his cock. And just when you had thought it couldn't get any worse, that your fate couldn't get any blacker, Billy's teeth had pierced your skin, right above your breast, and he had drank from you.

“How does she feel, William?” Aleksander questioned, right before twisting your head to capture your mouth in a painful kiss that made your lips bleed.

“Perfect,” Billy moaned, hips pounding into you erratically. He was close “She feels perfect, you know that, Sasha”

Aleks hummed his approval into your lips, releasing them only to lap at the blood staining them.

“Delicious too” He cooed, knuckles caressing your cheek, “So sweet, sweetest little morsel I’ve ever tasted… Is she tight, Billy?"

"Yes… So so tight…"

"Does our little doll need stretching?" He hummed, thoughtful, hand dipping lower, to where his brother was disappearing inside of you. You shook your head, the feeling of Aleksander's finger slipping in with Billy's cock enough to break their thrall.

"Nonononono please, pleasepleaseplease"

"Shhhhh" Billy soothed you, holding your chin up so he could look you in the eye, "It's ok, baby doll, you can take it, can't you?" You could feel your will vanishing, your body going slack against Aleksander's chest, "you can take the both of us like a good girl… Don't you wanna be our good girl?"

"We can help you, teach your body how to take us" said Aleks, adding another finger as his twin started moving his hips again, slowly, leisurely, making you feel every delicious, punishing inch.

"Fuck, Sasha!"

Aleksander's hand was lighting fast, striking his brother on the cheek.

"Watch your mouth in front of our little lady"

Billy simply smirked, clearly enjoying the little bit of pain with his pleasure,

"Whatever you say, boss" He snaked his arms around you, taking you from Aleks, sitting up so he could perch you on his lap. Aleksander bared his fangs at him "I think she's ready" Billy quickly declared, succeeding in deflecting his brother's wrath.

"Are you sure? I don’t want her to feel any pain as I turn her, only pleasure for our perfect girl.”

"I'm sure" Billy confirmed, your own protests going unheard as they manhandled you, trapping you between their bodies, positioning you to their liking.

And then it began.

The stretch was unlike anything you had ever felt as they lowered you, impaling you on their identical cocks little by little, taking turns moving their hips in a well practiced dance, one retreating as the other thrusted another inch in, until they were both buried to the hilt.

Aleksander's hands were everywhere, stroking your arms, your chest, your back, comforting you as Billy kissed away your tears.

"So good for us..."

"Our precious girl..."

"...Milaya devushka"

"Pretty girl, so good for us… fucking perfect…" It was Billy, the first to break, the first to start rocking, to tear a moan from your swollen lips. "Yeah, just like that, just give in… isn't it so much better when you stop fighting us?"

It was. Heavens help you, it was. Your head felt back against Aleksander's shoulder, and he wasted no time in latching onto your neck, sucking a path of purple bruises.

"Aleks" You sighed, feeling his smile against your skin. At least until his brother, ever jealous, demanded your attention by licking at your nipple "... Billy!"

"Yeah, just like that, baby doll, say my name like that again…" His hips gained speed, forcing his brother to match his pace until they were both fucking you in earnest, bouncing your body between them, their perfect little fucktoy. Your cries grew louder.

"Does it hurt, malyshka?"

You nodded your head. Billy nodded with you, mockingly.

"Where does it hurt? Where we're fucking this little cunt?" His hand cupped your core, thumb sliding on your clit, tracing little half circles that had you crying even harder, "I think you're lying… I think you like it"

You tried to shake your head, but he was having none of it.

"You say one thing… but your body says another. I can feel your pussy squeezing us, princess. This greedy little cunt… sucking us in… Sasha feels it too, don't you, brother?"

Aleksander's head had fallen against your shoulder, thrust starting to lose their rhythm.

"Yes… so tight… strangling my cock… begging for more…"

"Oh, we're gonna give it more… fill it up with our come… till it's leaking us all over the sheets… and then… we gonna fuck our come right back in…"

"It's time, little brother…" Aleks swept your hair off your shoulder, placing a long, filthy lick up the side of your neck. You obeyed his silent command, turning your head, giving him more space. That’s when you felt them, dry, hard and long, puncturing your skin, setting every nerve of your body on fire, galaxies of sparks bursting behind your eyelids. Stuffed to the brim with their cocks, it was Aleksander's fangs what made you come one final time.

You were still trembling with the aftershocks of the earthquake, the world shattering orgasm, when Billy pushed his wrist into your mouth, something warm and sweet, delectable and addictive filling your mouth, invading your senses. You hungrily sucked, making Billy hiss.

Something inside you sang at the sound, basking in the little bit of pain you caused him after all he had done to you.

But, voracious as you were, Aleksander still sucked your blood faster, making you lightheaded, your grip on Billy's wrist going slack.

As the life was drained out of you, you felt him place one last kiss on your numb lips, as he whispered,

“Welcome to the family, little sister.”

“Backyard Defenders” by Noël Kristi Wells

People, especially games, get eldritch madness wrong a lot and it’s really such a shame.

An ant doesn’t start babbling when they see a circuit board. They find it strange, to them it is a landscape of strange angles and humming monoliths. They may be scared, but that is not madness.

Madness comes when the ant, for a moment, can see as a human does.

It understands those markings are words, symbols with meaning, like a pheromone but infinitely more complex. It can travel unimaginable distances, to lands unlike anything it has seen before. It knows of mirth, embarrassment, love, concepts unimaginable before this moment, and then…

It’s an ant again.

Echoes of things it cannot comprehend swirl around its mind. It cannot make use of this knowledge, but it still remembers. How is it supposed to return to its life? The more the ant saw the harder it is for it to forget. It needs to see it again, understand again. It will do anything to show others, to show itself, nothing else in this tiny world matters.

This is madness.

Seems like there is about to be a raid in Wet'suwet'en, despite the ongoing natural/climate disaster in BC they still have time and resources to make sure the CGL pipeline can be constructed

SHADOW AND BONE (2021) | 1.07: The Unsea EUPHORIA (2022) | 2.08: All My Life, My Heart Has Yearned for a Thing I Cannot Name

"Sleeping Beauty"

Aleksander Morozova x Alina Starkov

NSFW

Warnings: Darkfic, non-con, somnophilia (yes, again, hush now), breeding kink, infidelity (not between darklina). Read at your own risk.

I have... No excuse or explanation for this. Oh, but the Darkling is Tsar and married to Svetlana the fjerdan Barbie and of course Alina refuses to be the royal mistress. Not that it does her any good...

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He came at night.

He always came to see her at night, not that she was aware of it, not with how strong the sleeping tea she always had after dinner was, the concoction the only way she could sleep without nightmares or worse, him, invading her dreams anymore.

Had she known what the real, flesh and bone him did to her while she slept, she would have chosen the nightmares.

He hadn't meant for it to become what it was now, had only wanted to see her, make sure she was alright that first night, when she had raged at her punishment, her imprisonment, at him and even at herself, tearing everything in the suite to pieces, lashing out with her light burning bedsheets and curtains and couches, stabbing pillows with the sharp shards of the broken mirror, Fedyor and Genya only managing to calm her down after she had exhausted herself, after almost bringing the tower she was locked in down into the ground. Standing in the midst of her destruction, he couldn't stop the awe, the pride at her sheer power.

Nor could he stop the pang of heart stopping yearning upon seeing her relaxed face, her peaceful smile. She only ever looked at him with her face twisted in fury or disgust when she was awake…

But asleep, she didn't reject him, didn't turn him away, didn't fight his caresses. He could hold her, and touch her, and kiss her to his heart's content.

And he had a greedy heart, he had long ago given up trying to deny it, to deny this, this pull he felt to her, this hunger, this obsession. He had tried to bury it, had punished the both of them for it with a cruelty he hadn't wielded in over four centuries. The worst part was, he had succeeded, every slight, every humiliation pushing her further and further away, beyond the point of no return. It was the only way, knowing if he wasn't strong enough to keep his distance, she would.

He had not anticipated the craving in his bones being so powerful to override even his respect for her consent.

That was how he had found himself here, sitting at the edge of her bed, knuckles grazing her cheekbone, that familiar, electrifying feeling of rightness shooting through his veins like a current with every barely there touch of skin on skin.

Could he really be blamed for having become addicted?

He couldn't, he decided quickly, leaning in to place a soft, chaste kiss on her slack lips. She was too lovely a drug to resist, and he was so tired.

"Moya dusha" Aleksander breathed against her lips, tenderly, almost reverently, "I'm sorry"

That was the only concession he allowed his guilty soul, the only show of regret, before he sat back up, letting his hands fall to the ribbons on her nightgown and unlaced them. It was easy to shut his already weak conscience up as he slid the lace down her shoulders baring golden skin, pert breasts and dark nipples to his starved eyes. Leaning in, he let his lips trail the way down her jaw, her neck, her chest, careful not to leave any marks, knowing if Alina didn't see them, Genya's already mistrustful, hawklike stare would not miss them. He feasted anyway, she was so soft, so warm, her breasts felt so heavy on his tongue he probably couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to, and he didn't want to. Not even when she arched her back, tossing just a little, as if unsure if she wanted to get closer or further away from his assault. It didn't matter anyway, Aleksander wouldn't let her escape, would never let her escape, using his own weight to pin her to the mattress, left hand raising he squeezed and pinched at the tit neglected by his busy mouth.

One long lick of his tongue on one of those dark nipples, and Alina's body was relaxed once again, tiny little whines turning into satisfied sighs.

"Shhhh, is ok, milaya" He soothed, bruising grip turning into restrained pets, "papochka knows what you like…" rolling the covers down her prone body, he promised, "papochka will take care of you…"

Hands traveled down her thighs, her knees, her calves, only to make the way upwards again, taking the gossamer thin nightgown with them, slipping under it. She was so small, his hands could circle her thighs almost completely, thumbs meeting over the place that haunted his dreams and his waking hours the most. There were very few things he liked more than playing with her perfect little cunt, than circling her precious pearl with his fingertips, listening to the breathy sounds leave her plush, parted lips. His fingers traced her pink little slit up and down, gathering and spreading the moisture there, before going in. He always ended up going in, two digits massaging her insides, scissoring, loosing her up for what was to come.

Aleksander withdrew his fingers after just a couple of minutes, too impatient tonight. Using his thumbs to open her up like a flower, he examined Alina's core, wanting to sear every detail into his brain, to get him through the long hours of the day he had to be away from her, running the country, running two armies, biding his time until nightfall, until he could have her like this again.

Thoughtful, he spat on her pussy, watching his saliva trickle down her nether lips, dripping on the sheets. He did it again, until he was satisfied with the wetness, before jumping on his feet and making quick work of his shirt and pants: He needed it tonight, the feel of her skin. Kneeling on the mattress between Alina's parted legs, he took a moment to examine his handiwork.

It was fucking breathtaking, the most debauched, most beautiful thing he had the privilege to witness in his too long life, his sun summoner's flushed cheeks, red bitten breast, glistening cunt, the lace nightdress a pitiful strip of bunched fabric covering only her belly. He moaned at the sight, the one, two, perfunctory pumps he gave his cock completely unneeded, he was already rock hard and purple and angry. His body rebelled against every second he wasn't inside her, crippling him with need. He apologized again, fully aware that her body wasn't ready yet to welcome him, but he couldn't wait a second longer. Bracing himself on an elbow next to her head, using his other hand to line himself with her opening, he pushed his way in.

Warmth. Like sunshine gripping his cock in a too tight vice, always so overwhelming at first. The tether wide open between them, Alina's light singing through his veins, his shadows flooding hers. He kissed away the tiny frown of discomfort marring her face, rocking his hips against hers without withdrawing, giving her time to adjust to him, to get wetter before starting to thrust into her.

It wasn't as if being like that, so deep inside her he could swear he could see the outline of his cock in her navel, was unpleasant. He was large, a lot bigger and taller than her, needed to hunch over her body, bend himself almost in half to rain open mouthed kisses on her neck again, enjoying the taste of her on his tongue, her perfume invading his lungs, her pliant flesh under his hands, her hot little cunt around his dick as he kept undulating his hips, gaining momentum. So good like that, with her filling his senses, Alina everywhere, Alina forever.

It was intoxicating.

The way her inky black hair spread on the pillows like tendrils of his own shadows, the way her breasts fit perfectly in his hands, the way she could take him into his body all the way in… she was meant for him, made for him by the making itself.

Spurred by that thought, soon enough he was pistoning in and out of Alina hard enough to push her up the bed, and he had to snake his arm under her back, hand around her shoulder, anchoring her to him, moaning into her ear with abandon. Her breathing was heavier too, sweet little hiccups leaving her lips in time with his thrusts and he could feel it, feel the pleasure washing over her like a sweet summer shower, slow like honey, edges blurred by the veil of unconsciousness, but undoubtedly there. And he was the one making her feel that way, tearing the sensations out of her limp body. Her little cunt was rippling for him. She could be cold and proud during the day, but at night she was his. At night she couldn't pretend, her body gave her away. She wanted him just as much as he wanted her, he could feel it in the way she squeezed him, how much her tight little pussy craved his come.

He changed the angle, pushing in as far as he could go, pubic bone rubbing against her clit, and yes, that was it, right there. Her skin began to glow with pale moonlight, shinning just for him and suddenly the coil was snapping, and he was soaring, falling over the edge with her, pumping his seed so deep inside he was painting her womb black.

One final grunt, one final thrust and he all but collapsed, catching himself on his other hand so as not to crush the precious creature underneath him. He couldn't roll off her, not just yet, needed to keep her plugged and full of his come just a little bit longer. Sitting up some, he hooked her knees in his elbows, pushing her legs up against her torso. It would take this time, he was sure of it, the moon was just right, he had memorized her cicle long ago, she was fertile tonight. Soon, he would see her body ripe in front of him, he would see her belly swell, those beautiful tits get heavy with milk to feed their child. Aleksander could feel himself getting hard again just thinking about it.

Their child. A baby girl or boy with his hair and her eyes, the pitter-patter of their tiny feet filling the palace hallways, their giggles lighting up the throne room like their mother's light did so long ago. Even if they weren't a shadow or sun summoner, they would be just as powerful, they would not fade like the thousands of grishenka he had raised and buried, no, not them.

They would be forever.

When his advisors had first told him their idea to solidify his reign, he had recoiled, the idea of fathering a child with Svetlana, of a fat cherub with her hair or light eyes, so much like Annika's, made his skin crawl. The possibility of them inheriting her vapidness or any of her personality traits was even worse.

But he knew they were right. He had no need for an heir but the people didn't know that, and in their eyes, a prince or princess was a promise of continuity, of stability.

He also knew it didn't need to be Svetlana's, only his. The Lanstovs hadn't had a use for it in generations, but there was an old law still in validity, that stated if the queen was unable to conceive or carry a pregnancy to term, a bearer could be employed. The honour of bearing the Tsar's child would fall on one of the Queen's ladies or maids, and the resulting prince or princess would enjoy the full titles and privileges as if they were born into wedlock.

Aleksander knew the perfect maiden for such a task.

With half the country already venerating her over Svetlana, he knew the legitimacy of the children of Sankta Alina would be unquestioned.

Sankta Alina… Aleksander had met many saints during his long, long existence, and no one had ever seemed as ethereal, as supernatural as the girl under him, still glowing faintly, her long lashes casting shadows on her cheeks, lips red and swollen, parting invitingly as she sighed, satisfied, in her sleep. He captured them in his one more time, her taste enough to make him ravenous for her again. And he could indulge, couldn't he? After all, the more of his seed inside her, the better. And he was going to give her every. Last. Drop...

I think the funniest possible modern textual adaptation of Dracula would be Jonathan as a part time recipe blogger and you have to scroll through 10 paragraphs of the most harrowing thing you’ve ever read in your life just to get the recipe for paprika hendl