Lower Decks Ao3 Novels & Stories

Cathy said. I nodded again. Wiped the tears from my face with the sleeves of my gown. After I reached the pack house Cathy and June started to explain to me everything. The omegas were living at the basement. And by basement, I am not talking about a regular one. It wasn't small at all.There were almost 10 to 20 rooms there. And a single room could hold 5 to 6 people. The younger ones who hadn't met their mates yet were living in those rooms. There were small ones as well for the families. I wouldn't say the environment was hygienic from any side. But this was how the omegas were getting treated. Like a slum.

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

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Trigger Warning: Graphic sexual content, choking, emotional degradation, dominance/submission, control play, mild blood, humiliation Theme: F/F Office BDSM, Power Imbalance, Degradation, Obsession The office door clicked shut behind her like a trigger pulled. Ava stood in silence, her heart thudding too loud in her chest. The city lights outside cast long, jagged reflections across the black marble floor, but the real danger was in front of her..perched behind a sleek desk like a predator on her throne.

Leon didn’t press further. He could tell Elian didn’t want him to know too much too soon, perhaps out of protection for Aric, or maybe for some deeper reason. Leon felt a shift in his own heart, unsure of how to view the seemingly cold and domineering Prince Aric anymore. However, Elian didn’t give him any extra time to dwell on it and continued, "Lastly, we have the lower class—or rather, the very bottom. This tier consists of criminal demons and unemployed humans."

Dark Themes: Includes themes of obsession, dub-con (dubious consent), and power imbalance. Non-Consensual Elements: Scenes involving sexual assault, necrophilic undertones (as practiced by the antagonist), and forced submission. Violence: Graphic depictions of violence, physical abuse, and murder. Polyamory/Menage: Explicit sexual encounters involving multiple partners (Reverse Harem/Seven-to-one). Taboo/Incestuous Elements: Mentions of potential incestuous background and "Father-in-law" taboo dynamics (Special Episode). All stories, characters, and events are purely fictional. This work explores the darker desires and raw impulses of its characters.

, Raphael said, clearing the game board at one go. The game room in the underground basement of the lower deck was one that not everybody had access to, it was the one place for business deals, illegal transmission that require secrecy, heavy gambling worth millions of dollars if luck was on your side. It was the dirtier side of the ship, up above the deck, everyone could pretend to be something they were not, smiling and acquiescing with others, here, they could be their baser self, not hiding or pretending. It was a den of iniquity, divided into sections, an area for gambling, business deals, illegal transmissions. The most important area, was the one that catered to every sexual preferenc

Halden pushed the hatch open and dropped into the lower corridor. The space below was darker than the decks above, lit only by thin strips of emergency lighting along the floor. It felt older, more industrial. Pipes ran overhead like veins. The hum of machinery was louder here, closer to the skin. The ship’s voice returned, low and pleased. “Welcome to the lower decks.” Elara muttered, “God, I hate you.” “Hatred is a form of focus,” it replied. “Thank you.” Rios made a small sound—half laugh, half sob. “It’s… It’s mocking us.”

ARC 21 : SIREN’S FATAL EMBRACE WARNING: This arc contains extremely explicit sexual content including lesbian smut, fingering, squirting, tribbing/scissoring, oral worship, tail penetration (anal and vaginal), double penetration with tongue and tail, rough degradation, and intense orgasm control. Intended for mature audiences only (18+). Proceed only if you consent to fiction that explores raw and unrestrained desire. ------- Eli/Elara's POV The wind whipped across the deck of The Iron Kraken carrying the reek of unwashed men. I kept my head down with my shoulders hunched, trying to blend in

**Lara's pov** The lower cargo hold of *The Obsidian Fang* was a masterpiece of human and werewolf misery. It was a long, low-ceilinged cavern of damp oak, suffocatingly dark, and packed so tightly with the dregs of the eastern continent that the air had turned into a toxic sludge of old sweat, sour ale, and the sharp, volatile pheromones of three hundred Alpha mercenaries on the absolute brink of starvation. Every time the heavy longship crashed over a massive swell of the Blackwater Sea, the wooden hull would groan like a dying beast, spraying icy salt-water through the seams of the planks to drench the men huddled on the floor.