#I wore a little goth look to mine too

[see-arcane]

just saw your post about nosferatu (skipped the spoiler section though, we don’t get it here until january) and i wanted to say - i’ve been seeing your posts circle on my dash in the lead up to the movie and i was so worried you would be right and it would be a mess of a movie. i love the 1922 and 1979 nosferatu’s and i was so enamoured bur the trailers for 2024 but i saw the points you were making and they were very valid, so i was becoming a little skeptical (especially in relation to ellen and thomas, i was so scared there would be no love there). so it was really nice to see your post on my dash again and this time it was so positive. i’m so glad you enjoyed the film, i’m so excited to see it (literally got a dress just for this), i’m so happy it proved to be good. anyways, sorry for invading your askbox, tldr i’m glad you enjoyed <3

I'm double glad about it! Between so many stressful hints and the old script and a general history with Dracula-adjacent media forever dropping the ball on the figures of Jonathan-Thomas, Mina-Ellen and Dracula-Orlok, it felt impossible not to be worried about this movie. All the good reviews could have just been people there for Random Gothic Horror rather than anyone with real investment in the stories' and films' original content.

But Bobby hit the brakes on the Coppolafication car and did a U turn.

Ellen and Thomas are in love.

Orlok is a terrifying bastard.

This is a horror story of blood and violation that has love as the vital filament running through it, not a bodice ripper vampire romance.

Thank you, Bobby Egg.

(Fingers crossed that you get a great seat when you go see it!)

[clovermoonspell]

Hi kääryleet!

I thought I'd finally make a post about the cabaret net boleros I made, especially after reading the tags.

(photo by @thequeenofgeek 💚💚🫶🏼)

I made them in the spring and finally delivered them to Häärijä at the July 3rd Backas show ( my first show ) :read more:

I make goth/rave clothes for anime conventions for a living and I was inspired to make a net bolero for myself, so I started drafting this earlier in the year.

This was the prototype I created, it wasn't great but it's the one I wear, a lot 😂

This was my second prototype, it was going to be Hä's but it got a tear in it, so now it's mine and I'm going to put pink spikes on it.

So I tweaked them a bit after I had my coworker try it on ( I'm all the way in the U S of A therefore I had to guess on their size) unfortunately I think my coworker is a bit broader shouldered and longer armed than our boys. So they look a little big on them (especially on Mikke) 😭

The back is pretty high, I was trying to mimic the bolero, I didn't quite anticipate the amount of sweat Jere would produce and how much it would stretch and ride up 👀🫣 welp, too late now 😅😅. He also was wearing it right, they weren't backwards, I just made them shitty. Oop. 🫣

I definitely didn't think they would ever wear them again after the one IG post they made. And the fact they wore them to the one gig I decided to go to on a whim, flying out to the UK for a quick weekend trip. Did they know??? How did they know?????

I really love all the responses and love for them I love this fandom so much 🥹🥹🥹🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼💚💚💚

And I'm definitely losing my mind over fanart being made!! I love you all !!!!

[foxxywolf]

Dick wears feminine for the first time and loves it. He's comfortable and feels pretty but is then bullied for it. He dresses like those Instagram girlies with the miniskirts and platforms.

In retaliation to the bullying Dick experienced, Bruce starts wearings heels and dresses, he discovers he love being as tall as Diana and Clark and the skirt is super comfortable. He dresses like a business woman but at formal parties he looks like the villainess that seduces men with a look in those long silky dresses with the slit on the side, at regular parties he's that bad bitch that'll cut you if you stare too long, with family he'll wear a sundress or cute little mom clothes.

Kids at Jason's school make fun of the way his dad and brother dresses and he puts on one of the girls school uniform to beat them up in. He likes it and wears it whenever it's too hot but still puts on feminine clothes. Kid Jason wore cute little skirts, with a blouse and a cardigan and pumps. Adult Jason are those scary gothic punk girls in the leather and collars.

Tim HATES wearing pants. It's restrictive and uncomfortable, and the material is too rough so while at home when his parents were away he wore no pants or super baggy sweatpants when going out. Alfred thought, 'No grandchild of mine will wear such clothing.' And introduced him to the Wayne family stylist who helped him wear clothes he's more comfortable in. His fashion now consist of skirts, dresses and tights. He's got a mix of skater vibes(baggy sweater and cycling shorts), prep(basically kid Jason but with heels and a blazer) and nerd (merch with whatever skirt/ tights matches)

Damian thought this is something you do to be part of the family and put on a skirt, he found out fast that liked how long flowy skirts twirled with his movement when he kicks. Dick told him he doesn't have to follow with the family to be comfortable but he continued to do it anyway because he felt pretty when wearing his skirts. He wears those flowy skirts and a turtle neck. Or he has this preppy goth look that is mostly prep.

Duke didn't understand why they dressed like that until he got curious and put on a dress and was like damn I look hot and understood why they like dressing feminine. He tends to wear a more masculine but colourful clothing style. But when wearing a skirt, he thinks the knee lengths with the slits on the side looks good on him.

They all still wear more masculine styled clothes but that's the type of feminine clothes they wear. They mostly dress feminine because feminine clothes have more material and styles

[cruesuffix]

welcome to an impromptu Crüe fit ranking!

i took one look at this blurry ass photo and decided it needs to be examined by yours truly!

the photo on the docket today:

lets begin, shall we?

first up: nikki

- farthest away from everyone i see, gotta stand out ig

- for some reason he really loved the whole goth cowboy fit back in the late 90’s…don’t know what that’s about tbh.

- leather jacket is a must in this band, pretty typical

- leather pants as well… both of these items get a 6.5/10, fits the theme but not very interesting

- can’t see his shoes so that gets an automatic zero

- the necklace stands out, along with the chain he’s wearing with his pants, those get a 5/10

- the hat gets a 2…it’s too corny and goofy for me. We all know he’s wearing shades but i can’t see them under that big ass goofy ass hat so it’s also getting a zero.

overall his outfit gets a 6.2/10

next up is: vince

- denim vest is reminiscent of micks denim vest from back in ‘87…I would take off points for a repeat/copycat outfit but…it works in a weird way that only vince could pull off (though not as much as mick previously did). i’ll say 5.5/10

- hate the long sleeve black top though. would have worked better if he went for shorter sleeves. guess he doesn’t want to show off the arms anymore? boooo that’s a mick move, you’re better than that vince! 3/10

- idk if it’s the grass or the black pants making vince look so damn short…idk i’m not really vibing with his outfit here. this photo just looks a bit cursed altogether but this is just badddd���pants are getting a 2/10

- sunglasses are neutral and i can’t see the shoes so both are getting a 1/10

Overall score: 3/10

(i was hoping for vince to come through today but…)

Anyways…next up is mick!

- my mans is very simple

- the statement piece of this outfit is the top hat, which is automatically getting a 7.5/10

- the jacket is cute ngl…he wore it a lot though. 6/10

- shirt and pants automatically get a 5/10…they’re nothing special

- can’t see shoes but imma assume they’re platforms seeing as that’s what he usually wears…still i can’t see them so it’s getting a zero

- i love the little circle frame shades he used to wear during this era…8/10 sorry yall this isn’t me being biased i really do love those type of frames

Overall score: 7.8/10

Next up is…tommy?

- nah….does the rest of the band know that some hobo walked in on their photoshoot?

- uhhh…this…homeless guy is wearing a very…ummm chic dress shirt?? looks like he hasn’t bathed in years

-oh- im supposed to rank it, yeah you’re right…2.2/10?

- of course this very high strung coal miner managed to steal one of the guys leather pants…guess it looks great with the raggedy shirt…3/10?

- very nice looking glasses…has he combed his hair once in his life? It’s so distracting i’m giving this whole fit a zero i can’t do this anymore.

So the coal mine-i mean tommy’s getting a 0/10…idk what happened here…well i hope you’ve enjoyed another segment of “ranking Crüe fits”

i’ve been your host lily, hoping i find the energy to post another one of these again, and have a great day!

[journalsofthedamned]

fashion

so, sydney's always kind of had a... gothic charm to him? nowadays it's mostly just in the music he listens to, and it mixes with his other tastes, but i remember so vividly when he'd go all out sometimes in high school.

it wasn't easy, actually. i admire him a lot for even taking the time to try and get dressed up. it was just a bit before his pain and general chronic things started getting really bad. he'd show up an hour or two early to lucille's house -- my house -- since we had a lot of the things he couldn't really access at his. dollar store makeup he kept stashed here in a little box, this terrible smelling hairspray, the works. i helped him with some of the makeup he'd do. it was kind of a mix of traditional goth and a bit of romantic goth, maybe? some emo in the mix, too. really intricate eyeliner, that's the big point here. he'd always had really trembly hands, so i'd always do it for him.

it looked TERRIBLE.

i can't make a straight line for the life of me. there's probably a joke about me being gay somewhere in that. i'd try to hold his face, kind of smushed it in a way that was definitely a little painful on his end (sorry, sydney!) or had him sort of lean back so it worked more like a canvas than a face. nothing worked. it was always really wonky and uneven. don't even get me started on when i'd try to blend anything out to give that sharp eyebrow illusion.

but he didn't ever really fix it up. no matter how bad it looked, he sort of wore it with pride -- almost a sort of "look what my boyfriend helped me with" type of expression. we were 16, maybe? before things turned to shit. he'd wear that messy eyeliner and smudged lipstick (also kind of my fault, but who wouldn't fall to the overwhelming urge to kiss a goth guy?) with some of his faded sweaters and long, swishy skirts, and for those seven hours of school, he looked so. damn. happy.

i see him now, and he's branched out a lot in how he does makeup. it's a completely different vibe with bright colors and these little dots of blush on his cheeks and nose that look so cool and seem like perfect places to kiss, but it's the same to me. he'll wear a button down with it sometimes and it's just like when he'd wear some of mine.

we're 16 again. we're the same as we were back then.

but this time things won't fall apart.

[aboredneet]

I roll up my sleeves and turn to the toddler, "No point in waiting to start magic lessons with a mother like that, lets practice pentagrams and death metal growls for a bit". I look at the child for a second awaiting a response, but all I get is a blank stare followed by them puking on the floor. "Ah..." I say with all the apathy and disappointment of a hot topic employee looking at a conservative Karen, "...maybe I was overestimating this one. Maybe we should just start with some breakfast?" With a flick of my wrist the vomit comes alive and slunk its way into the garbage, 'thank God I don't have to clean that up by hand' I think to myself. Once again I turn to the child and ask, "What do you want to eat, or what can you eat?" Then I said more to myself then my intrepid ward, "Maybe I should call a succubus, they can let it suckle some milk... or maybe it's too old for that... wait! Is it even house broken!" I turn back to the child, or rather the empty space that my ward had occupied last I had laid eyes on it. Frantically I looked everywhere for the little brat, here, there, where oh where...And there it was just standing at the trash can playing with the vomit slug I had made. I suppose kids are just simple minded moneys after all, not much is needed to distract them, but that does give me an idea.

I animated all the kids toys and had them reenact Shakespeare for the rest of the day, it all went smoothly apart from teddy hamlet becoming sentient towards the end and committing suicide (I put a bit too much soul in that one) but that's just par for the course with Shakespeare. As for food I ended up just feeding it cheese and crackers, seems fitting after all cheese is just chewy milk and crackers are simple enough for any age as long as they have teeth and I did verify that he did beforehand. The kid loved it.

Eventually as the evening wore on the little bundle of hyperactive energy tired itself out and fell asleep on a pile of stuffed animals as they quietly spoke about incest and vengeance. I covered them with a blanket from the couch and ordered some pizza for myself, a treat most jobs don't permit me to have.

With this new found peace and quiet I perused the book shelves around the house, mostly new age mumbo jumbo and other literary trash. Until that is I got to the bedroom, on a shelf hidden by a house plant I found a bunch of edgy looking books most were just 'I'm a 14 goth girl' edge but a few were authentic demonic tomes, makes sense. Ding-Dong! Man that door bell is surprisingly loud in this peaceful silence, must be the pizza guy. Off to the door I walked with a joyful spring in my step, casting a quick glance to my ward on the way to make sure the bell did not disturbed them, it had not. Diiiiing-Dong! How impatient can a human be, I mean really. I swing open the door and grab my prize, the smell is spectacular. "Hey, you gotta pay for that, dipsh*t." I grab the mans soul and devour it in a single bite, and with a flick of my wrist the lawn devours his corpse. "Here is your tip 'don't p*ss off hangry demons!'" I yelled at the empty yard before slamming the door.

Checking on the kid once more I slunk to the kitchen to devour my prey. Heavenly, wonderful, better than sex even. Oh, how I wish you could get pizza in hell but that might defeat the point. Mid way through my ontological debate with myself about the ethics of ordering pizza in hell, the front door banged open and the mother walked in with an armload of various things.

"The kid is asleep over on the pile of plushies." I say around a slice of hot Italian pie. "You didn't feed him THAT did you?" She asked looking at my box of half eaten pizza. "No, this is only mine. I gave them cheese and crackers." I say around yet another slice of hot Italian pie, "Anyway, I'll be on my way". "But what about your payment? Don't you want my soul? Or would you rather we work out some other payment..." she said with a flirtatious wink.

"Nope, I got pizza so I'm good" I say over my shoulder as I walk out the front door. Off in to the sunset I walk with my prize in hand.

The end

You’re a demon. One day, you’re summoned into a living room, and an exhausted woman quickly rambles about needing to get to work and being unable to find a sitter before flying out the door. Now, you stand in your summoning circle, a toddler staring wide eyed at you.

[lost-dreamers-system]

Sharing that guide here except re-written so that the really sensitive info isn't included :p since almost everyone co-fronts, these are based on my memory of what the body/brain feels like when we're sharing the headspace.

Adam

Physical Differences: Body stands up straighter and has more confident body language. Voice is deeper and generally more even toned. Seems to have higher pain tolerance than the rest of us for things like standing and walking. Sense of taste is pretty radically different from mine (dislikes sweets, prefers bitter flavors.) Resting bitch face. Mental/Emotional Differences: Thoughts trend towards being meaner/snarkier and a bit more judgemental. Emotions are overall a little bit blunted except for anger. Topics of Interest: Cars (esp sports cars), analog photography, clinical psychology, himself, gossip/shit-talking

Louis

Physical Differences: Has looser, more comfortable/chill body language and posture. Starting to get some overtones of California Surfer Bro accent to his voice. Pretty similar to mine. Has a much stronger spice tolerance than I do and sits somewhere between me and Adam with sweetness preferences. Mental/Emotional Differences: Emotions maintain their usual intensity save for anger which the few times we've experienced genuine anger while Louis's been fronting/co-fronting it's been fucking overwhelming. Usually pretty calm/chilled out (but this might also be because Louis generally prefers to front/co-front when we're really stoned or otherwise mentally/emotionally altered) Topics of Interest: Goth fashion & subculture, drugs/alcohol/smoking, horror movies, horror art, gore kink, fashion, painting, poetry, kink in general, the 1980s and 90s, Vampire the Masquerade (esp re: clan Toreador/Volgirre and fleshcrafting), cinematography & other film stuff, video games

Laurent

Physical Differences: Stiffer and less expressive body language (feels awkward inhabiting a physical body), voice is somewhat lower and even in tone/maybe not particularly emotive? Generally doesn't like sweet things at all, generally lacking in appetite. Mental/Emotional Differences: Blunted emotions but not in the same way as Adam. Tendency to hyper-focus. Some shades of paranoia/anxiety. Making eye contact and looking at people is fucking uncomfortable as hell. Topics of Interest: the occult/paranormal/magic etc., psychology (specifically the neuroscience side of things but clinical is of interest too), science, VtM (Clan Tremere Specifically), astronomy and space, horror fiction, books, history

Laci

Physical Differences: Perky body language. Has a sort of open/confused/shocked resting face? (eyebrows up, eyes wide). Highest voice out of all of us. Apparently has the most "California" speech patterns out of everyone lol. Mental/Emotional Differences: Thoughts tend to be fleeting, disorganized and more manic. Tendency towards feeling vastly different "ages" from moment to moment. Just very much embodies being Bipolar and an age-slider but she leans towards Mania over depression. No psychotic symptoms from mania (that we've noticed but we're also on an anti-psychotic) Topics of Interest: 90s and 2000s alt subculture but esp goth, club/techno/dance music, the occult/magic, psychology (specifically from the perspective of having bipolar disorder), VtM (Malkavians specifically.), web design, food, people watching, photography (digital & collage), gothic lolita, creepy dolls & creepy toys

Morgan

Physical Differences: Stands up straighter, has a more "feminine" way of holding her body. higher voice, heavy accent that I'm 90% sure is from the area of Tennessee my mom used to live in. Mental/Emotional Differences: Emotional disregulation seems more intense*. Morgan used to be the primary Mask I wore when we were still a median system, so it's hard to tell how we're different... Other than Morgan has some pretty intense gender dysphoria now. * this is according to my partner, it's not a difference I notice. Topics of Interest: Country music songs about murdering abusive dads/boyfriends, cooking and baking, fashion (specifically plus size fashion, historical fashion and lingerie), photography (any/all but esp of flowers), Adam, club music, partying, religion, art and poetry, painting, fairy tales

The other three don't front frequently enough/strongly enough to really have clear ideas of what they Feel like. Other than: - Vulpine REFUSES to walk plantigrade - Killian has a soft voice that's a fair bit higher than mine and is really fond of Bastille. - Daffodil feels a lot of dysphoria about being in a "normal" human body (i.e., not a changeling)

[winterapocalypse]

Winter Apocalypse chapter 19

The Dark

Emily Bolton Way Blackwood hated dawn - dusk was much better. The sun slowly dying, clinging to the sky like a rope…absolutely gothic and romantic. She certainly couldn't say the same thing about dawn, though: why did the sun have to rise every morning? Couldn't he just fade away once and for all? Emily sighed in her room furnished in elegant velvet and silk, both black as the night that she loved so much. She wore a long black dress with dark green highlights, with a belt with a skull buckle at the waist, bare shoulders and a long plunging neckline. Around her neck he wore a chain with a small black bat at the bottom, and in her ears he had two pairs of cross-shaped and skull-shaped earrings, both silver. On her hands he wore fishnet gloves, one black and one green, and her faithful rings in the shape of silver snakes that coiled around her pale and white fingers. The moon looked down on her, and she looked back at her.

Suddenly a rustling sound shook her from her reflections - a black rose fell from her gothic stone window, Emily looked at her in surprise - she was so dark, black, with vaguely vampiric red reflections. She was surprised, and took it in her hand. a letter magically emerged from the rose, in blood red paper and with a Gothic font above it. She read "from a secret admirer." Emily sighed. Yet another letter from secret admirers that she cared less than nothing about. However, on this one, at the bottom of the red sheet there was a strange seal that looked like a kraken. Emily was fascinated - she loved aquatic animals, disturbingly enormous creatures that man knew far too little about, capable of surviving at depths to which sunlight did not penetrate. Emily kindly placed the rose and the letter on the black piece of furniture with a thousand nineteenth-century decorations in her room, and she called to her the ghost of the giant named Andre who was wandering around the dormitories.

"Andre, do me a favor…" Emily murmured, still lost in her thoughts about the krakens. "Call me Jeff…"

The giant, silent, vanished into the night, leaving Emily alone in her dark room. A few minutes later Jeff Hardy entered; that evening he was particularly dark and gothic: his green eyes like the house he belonged to were expertly made up with copious doses of eyeliner, so much so that they ran down his cheeks, like the cry of death forced to take a little bird with it. He also wore cross-shaped earrings, just like his girlfriend, and around his neck she wore two chains with pendants and a collar of silver beads. He was wearing a tight mesh shirt, and underneath a black tank top that showed off his killer abs. On his arms he wore two pairs of torn gloves, as he himself had patented a few years earlier, a black pair and the red one above, combined with the fluorescent red belt and his typical wide black trousers with white stitching that made them alternative and recognizable everywhere. It all matched his hair perfectly, dyed half black and half blood red.

"My dark angel…" Jeff, the young Slytherin, murmured darkly, hugging his girlfriend. "I was writing my novel…'My Immortal'…"

Emily hugged him back, and gave him a dark kiss on the lips, and after a few kisses on her cheeks, leaving a faint trace of black lipstick on her cheeks. She took his hand whose nails were decorated with black nail polish, which Emily herself had applied that morning.

"I'm sorry I interrupted you, little bat…But see, they sent me this." Emily took the rose and the red letter in her hand. Jeff looked at her shaking his head.

“Yet another loser he thinks she can have you…” Jeff took a lock of her hair in her hands, playing with it gently and caressing her cheek. "But you are only mine, my sweet raven in the night…"

"Sure…" Emily took his hand, then guided him towards the window. "Look at the moon, how it shines…let's go for a broom ride…"

After endless turns above the dark forest and flying dances in the night, the two gothic boys caught a glimpse of something interesting among the trees. a strange glow. They swooped down, through the bare branches of the trees and the hissing creatures of the night.

"Aston, what's going on here?" Emily asked as she got off her black and dark green broom, in front of her was the bloody scene Aston and Cesaro had witnessed. She looked at the corpse of the young Hufflegdsjkds in front of her, entranced. He was still crying for help, his voice a thin, otherworldly cacophony. Emily took Jeff's hand. It would have been fun.

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[slavsquatting-rat]

So from a poor 90s kid who listened to Evanescence twice and decided she was goth (I branched out later, but you get the idea) and who had a very emo best friends, some DYI stuff we did: - the band T-shirts/patches are too expensive? You can make your own with some fabric paint/markers/bleach. A bit later, when I got into death metal, I made myself a pair of period panties where I drew on the Bloodbath logo on some cheap cotton pair. (they fell apart after a long time and are still greatly missed)

-. When you don’t want to sew on the patches from whatever reason, that’s what are safety pins for. Also safety pins just as a decoration anywhere, I usually had mine on trousers.

- when our cheap studded belts (at the time, they were anywhere in the cheep clothing stores) fell apart, we reused the studs and put them everywhere, most notably pants and bags. You can get any bland looking bag and with patches, safety pins and studs you can transform it quite easily.

- ripped stockings. You can layer them. You can layer more colours. You can combine them with fishnets. So many options with stockings. If you cut out the feet and the crotch area, you’ll get a cool underlayer for tanktops. The layering options are of course the same as if you wore them on your legs.

- once I thrifted a red top which my historical fashion loving heart refuses to call corset now but it pretty much served that purpose. I sew on a few pieces of lace on it and to make the middle panel more interesting, I cut out a piece of old stockings and sew it on to make the panel darker.

- lace is your friend, put it on everything. Also, you can just take a piece of lace, tie it around your neck and you have a choker. Tie it around your wrist and you have a bracelet

- everything that can be laced up can have its laces replaced

- in regards of thrifting, try to look at everything that can be in any shape or form layered, easily transformed into anything else or taken apart for materials. You need to train your eye for it a little but it is worth it

Actually I'll never forgive Punk Rave and Killstar and fast fashion brands for tricking people into thinking that being goth or punk or emo is expensive. Babygirl the only goth brand names you need to know are Rit, Good Will, Etsy, and Studs and Spikes, we used to shove safety pins through our ears and then they started selling earrings that look like safety pins for 15.99. We used to dye thrifted wedding dresses black and they started selling gothic gowns for 300 bucks. We used to put studs on boots we found in the back of the good will and they started making Demonias. DIY or die wasn't perfect it can be exclusionary to disabled people but whatever the fuck we've got going on right now is so much worse. It's not any more inclusive to the disabled and it is exclusionary to the people who made punk, to the people who made goth, to the people who made emo. If you've got the funds and you don't want to do diy pay someone else to do it for you but please let it be a small artist or a friend not some guy in a suit who's made it his business to gentrify punk. You can turn flats into platforms with flipflops, hotglue and gumption don't let anyone tell you different.

[koushirouizumi]

Meanwhile with DigiAdvs 02's Daisuke+Co. & KouTai [and some O.C.s]

Koushiro: I could try cleaning up the picture a bit, but it might prove "difficult". It's pretty small, and... "low quality." (Showing others Again) Koushiro: We may not get as much "detail" as we hope. But based on this alone, we can "see" some obvious details already. Koushiro: They have dark (Black) hair, dark (Brown) eyes... The hair is a little "spiky" at the ends, but not overly so. (*Pointed Blinking*) It's just how it naturally falls. They're short... and small of build. Maybe somewhat wider shoulder width than {mine} the average person we'd know... Taichi: (I wonder if they played sports at all?) Daisuke, muttering to Taichi: (They said they weren't very "sporty". I think they might have ONCE though, but it's probably not "just because" of that... not like your training) Koushiro: ...And they wear all black. (*Showing*) Chosen not Koushiro: (Like a 'goth'.) Hikaru, Staring: Hikaru: It's true Shane wore black often back then, but sometimes wore blue jeans and the like too... Miyako: That's still very ("goth") like that, though!! Iori: They might stick out in a crowd in Odaiba... it'd look out of place at my residence and the dōjō too, if my family didn't "know" you all already. Daisuke: Yeah, but this was in the U.S. Hikaru: I did live there when I was younger, but we moved by the time I entered high school... that's when I met you. My old friends and some family are still there but... (*trails off*) Daisuke: (Hikaru doesn't understand why someone looking like Hikaru's long time childhood *online* 'mutual' Shane would still be tied "there" instead of "here". Hikaru might still not believe it's them...) SHANE: ... Shane: (/I'm close enough I can touch Hikaru./) Shane: (I saw Hikaru "in-between" but even now Hikaru looks a bit different...) Shane, carefully reaching a hand out, trying to gently touch at the ends of Hikaru's curly hair... suddenly half-Physical: SHANE: (!!!) (*FADES*) HIKARU: !! I Felt something?? (Just... now?) Hikari: What happened?? Hikaru: From the back, I felt "something"... TAICHI, Looking at Daisuke: DAISUKE, LOOKING BACK: (I don't think Hikaru would mind if Shane "revealed" themself now, but Hikaru might get emotional...) SHANE, Digitally floating back and higher, "out of sight": (I'm Not Going To) Wormmon, nudging Ken, noticing Tailmon staring INTENTLY at said spot: KEN: ... Ken, Looking at Daisuke: You said you actually "saw" or encountered someone like this person? Daisuke, Nervous Laughing: It's A Long Story But Hikaru: But Shane disappeared over 10 years ago... Koushiro: Do you remember any other specific details? Hikaru: Shane suddenly stopped coming to the local synagogue's services, which was suspicious even for Shane... once people there and Shane's family realized Shane was truly missing and not just "off on Shane's own", they put out a notice. But not even Shane's few family members left there could find Shane after, and the room was "spotless". I didn't find out until the news showed the report... Ken, Quiet: ...Like when I... left. Hikaru, still doesn't know Everything from when Ken was the Kaiser but had Ideas since they had some private Talks: Maybe... but there were no signs of struggle, and not even a message left... just that the computer chair was pushed back a little, and the screen was "on". But all it even showed was part of the desktop. And the Internet browser was open, but not on any page. Just the default. Like Shane was only just logging in and hadn't actually started using it yet. (We e-mailed back and forth a lot...) Koushiro: There's still a chance something to do with the Digital World happened, but... Daisuke, Didn't Tell them Shane Has A Partner: KEN, Looking at Daisuke: (We Need To Talk.) DAISUKE: (Later!!) SHANE: (...) (Oh, so that's Daisuke's other Queer-platonic Life partner.) (I recognize them now.) (They had a cool Partner 'Mon and helped Daisuke out a lot as support back then. But they're... kind of Stiff.) SHANE: (I'm {probably} going to have to keep this up for a while...)

[joshslater]

Sucker Punched

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I was the last one from the crew left at the bar. Andrew had left early, Jon and John had to catch a bus, and in the end it was just Michael and I for a last whiskey. I had finished mine quickly, and was halfway through my second “last” whiskey when he left. He had some contractor he needed to meet in the morning, leaving me to empty the remainder of my glass alone. I reckoned I should take a piss before walking home as well, to avoid having to make a stop in the park.

Just when I was headed to the men’s room I saw one of the girls from the annoyingly loud table at the other end of the bar walking toward the ladies’ room. In my tipsy state I thought it would be a fun joke to follow her and give a funny one liner. "Is this where I pick up ladies?" perhaps. That wasn't really funny, but I was sure I would have something great to say. I didn't have time to find out. As soon as I entered the ladies’ room she pivoted around, shouted "CREEP" and slapped me. At the same time someone exited a stall, grabbed my shoulder, and swung me around.

In front of me was a petite, goth-looking girl with raven hair, black lips, and a nose ring. "Go back to the boys’ room and play with their toys, you fucking creep!" she shouted, and kneed me in the groin so hard I blacked out.

When I came to I was sitting on the floor of the ladies room, with my groin in agonizing pain. I staggered into the men’s room and emptied my bladder under excruciating pain. As I exited the bar everything looked pretty much the same as before, so I could not have been out for long. I walked home and crashed in bed. Had I not been so drunk I would probably have tossed and turned in pain, but instead I went out like a lamp.

Waking up was something differentl entirely. Besides the normal trappings of hangover, I rocked a massive erection that screamed in pain. All morning I was contemplating just being naked all Saturday, but eventually managed to slip on some basket shorts. You know the brag warnings for penis pills "Seek medical attention if your erection lasts longer than 3 hours". By lunchtime, meaning 3 pm on a Saturday, I was seriously considering going to the hospital. I kept running the conversation in my head though. "Hi, a goth girl kicked my junk and now I have a chronic hard on. Do you have any remedies for being a pervert" Fearing my medical premiums being erected as well, and the fact it slowly hurt less and less made me decide to tough it out. Thankfully I had enough food at home to not leave the apartment, and went to bed that evening still with a considerable tent.

He was in his early twenties, dark hair, boyish face, pale skin. His lithe body was smooth, save for a faint treasure trail just below the belly button. There was a hint of a six-pack, but less from lifting weights and more from having very little body fat. He wore skimpy, swim diver trunks that hugged the body. Like a bright blue shrink wrap they highlighted his firm ass and average size bulge.

He smiled as he walked towards me next to the swimming pool. I looked around and realized that we were the only people in the massive swim arena. He was only a few steps away now.

"Good you came. I'm so happy I can help you." "What?" "It has to be a first time for everyone. I'm so honored to be doing this with you. I'll guide you slowly. Just do what I tell you."

He held out a thick, white shower towel to me. I took it.

"Put it on the floor and get down on your knees."

I realized that I too was almost naked. I had nothing on except for similar, white, body-hugging speedos. I put the folded towel on the tiled floor next to the swimming pool and kneeled on it, staring right into his belly.

"First, the best is if the other guy stands or sits straight. Make sure he can see everything you do. You want to involve as many senses as possible."

He put both of his thumbs inside the swim trunks and pulled down several inches, exposing a clean-shaven, semi-erect penis and scrotum.

"Try to always have more than one thing happening. Have at least one hand touching him at all times, even if it is just holding him. Here, place your hands on my hips."

He had a really soothing voice. I did as he said and put my hands on his sides, running my thumbs up and down his V.

"You don't want to just put it in your mouth. You want to at least start with a hand job. But do it in one direction, from the tip to the base, so there is a big upgrade when you put it in your mouth. If there is no lube, like now, start by licking it."

I started licking his dick from top to base, over and over. After doing that a few times I made sure the underside and balls also were wet.

"Great. You don't want to be too quick, but you also don't want to tease too long. A few minutes at the most. Now, the most important part, until you really know what you're doing, is that the teeth should never touch. For now, just curl your lips around them and start working on the tip. You decide how deep you want to go, but keep it slow and steady."

I did as he said and started doing shallow strokes, in and out. In and out.

"Yes, you got it. Focus on what you do with your mouth and lips. The tongue doesn't really matter nearly as much. Now, at this point you can start using your hands a bit more. Try tickle the balls or the perineum. That's the part behind the balls going toward the back.

Yes, like that. Be careful about pulling. Many times it is a safer bet to lift the balls and let go. Remember, it's all about creating as much sensation as possible, so move your hands around, stroke the upper, inner thighs. Keep the rhythm though. Slow and steady."

It was like playing some coordination game. While I was trying really hard to not mess up the actual blow job, my hands were going all over the place, trying out the different suggestions he was giving.

"Now let's go for a neat trick. Take one hand, make an O with your fingers, and do a hand job in sync with the blow job. Keep it just in front of the mouth so I can't feel which is which. Oh boy, yeah, that's it. You got it."

I was feeling really good about how everything was coming together and I could tell that he was getting close to his finish. Instead of giving any directions now he was just moaning, and he had placed one hand on my head, teasing my hair. For some reason hearing him moan made me glow with pride.

Then suddenly, without any warning, he just started pumping cum into my mouth. I hadn't really thought about what to do. Swallow? Pull out? Hamster? At the same time I could feel my own dick shooting load after load.

I woke up, almost gasping for air. In a confused moment I wondered where all the cum had gone. It had all been a dream. Well, not all of it. I turned on the light and checked the sheets, and I don't think I've ever had that much cum on me before. Whatever my dick had saved up during the weekend was all dumped on me now. It looked like someone squeezed a bottle of shampoo all over my mid section. Well, at least I didn't have to go to the ER for my erection, because that problem was solved. But what a fucking dream. I’ve never been tempted to do any gay shit before. The clock showed 4:14, so I did the least I could. Changed the bed sheets, showered the lower part of my body, and went back to sleep, this time wearing boxer briefs.

I slept until well after 9, and to my relief I could take a piss like normal. If anything my dick felt small and spent after its heroic act as a flagpole for 28 hours straight. At least it felt like things were getting back to normal, and I could spend the entire Sunday putting things back together as you would after any heavy party weekend.

Despite the overcast it is a suffocatingly hot day. The concrete ground and tiled buildings around us radiate heat, and the shade roof keeps the hot air stale beneath it. A chainlink fence separats us from the empty street. The black man has worked up a thin sheen of sweat dribbling the basketball, though his high tech blood red Nike Jordan baller shorts fabric looks the same wet as dry. He stops juggling with the ball and looks straight at me.

"Hey Boy! Come and suck black cock!", he demands loudly. I look behind me, but we are alone in the court. I hesitate. "Don't make me wait! It'll just be worse for you if you let me wait", he continues to shout. I walk towards him. I'm wearing basket shoes, calf-high crew socks, and basket shorts, but no shirt as well. I, too, am sweaty in the heat. As I approach him he makes no attempts to move closer or do anything at all. "Yo, get on with it".

I kneel in front of him. The rough concrete is uncomfortable, but not painful. Still with hesitation I lower his shorts. His body is tall and toned, athletic without being overly muscular. Once the glossy fabric passes his large dick and balls the shorts falls into a heap around his ankles. He is not wearing any underwear, so I’m almost getting slapped in the face by his long penis. I start licking the shaft of the dick, and then down to the tip. Just as I’m about to work the underside he suddenly grips my head and thrust his dick deep into my mouth, making me gag. “This is for me to enjoy, not you, slut boy!” and starts thrusting his dick back and forth, while holding my head in place.

Every thrust he makes is painful, forcing its way through my gag reflex and down my throat. He just kept going and going and going. My body makes the most horrendous noises of slurps and wet gagging. I try every way I can think of to make it better. Relax, adjust my breathing, position myself better, move with him. It gets better, or perhaps it is just my gag reflex giving up, but in the end I find that the best I can do is to attempt to take over. To stroke him, the dick, the balls, and to control how deep his dick goes. It seems to work, and for what feels like an eternity I work his dick. Suddenly he grabs my head with both hands, pushes as far in as possible, and buried my nose deep in his pubes. I can feel him pumping load after load after load deep inside my chest.

I was almost angry as I lay in bed. It was still an hour until the alarm would go off, but I had thoroughly creamed my boxers. As I stepped into the shower and pulled them off I thought my cock looked spent. My dick and balls were definitely smaller than usual. Just a thumb sticking out over a pair of balls running scared up into the groin. As if I had already had a long, cold shower.

I was off my game the entire day at work. Had the girl done something to me? It must have been her. Did she give me something while I was blacked out? On my way home I swung by the bar for an after-work beer, but couldn't see them.

Back home I decided to do something, anything to get things on track. I pick the normal items, position myself in front of the computer and load up pornhub top list. “Daddy Lets Me Ride His Cock”. Ten minutes and forty seconds later my dick isn’t harder than my earlobes, but I am getting horny. I spend another 20 minutes hopping the top list, personal favorites, and random suggestions. Step siblings, truck stop gang bang, and big tit ebony babe nympho only made things worse. I was going to bed as upset as when I woke up, but now it was more out of frustration and exasperation. What the fuck was happening to me?

It's a slow day in the diner, perhaps the lunch crowd already left. As I enter I recognize the patrons sitting by the bar from the truck stop gang bang video. "Look y'all it's him cocksucker" one of them says loudly as I approach the bar. "I reckon we all up for a good ol' BJ before we're on our way" he continues, before he starts to unbuckle his jeans.

He's neither caring like the swim diver nor assertive like the baller, but just stands there, passive, leaving the entire blow job up to me. I work and work on his fat, short dick, but he is taking forever to cum. I try all the different tricks, and finally after an eternity he shots a load in a few, small dribbles. That's a lot of work for very little fireworks. It feels like a chore. I move on to the next guy, who’d continued eating while causally observing me blowing the first trucker.

*meep* *meep* *meep*

I push the phone silent. Finally a full night’s sleep. I check the bed. Dry. The boxers however have like a teaspoon of cum. My dick has shriveled even further, down to   prepubescent   size. Is this the new normal now? And what the fuck is up with the gay shit? This is sick! I somehow managed to push it aside and not give it much thought during the day, but I desperately need to get hold of the goth girl. I decided to make another go at finding her at the bar after work.

It's after-work happy hour and not many patrons are in yet. I recognize the bouncer from last Friday. A tall guy that looks like an Irish rugby payer. Strong and athletic, without aiming for a six-pack. I walk up to him. "Hey, you probably get this a lot, but I was here last Friday and met a girl I need to get in contact with. Short, black clothes, black hair, black lips, white skin. Very goth feel. Oh, and a nose ring I think."

He gives me a long look before responding. "Yeah, I know who you mean. She said you would come asking. Left a message." My mood went from Yes! to Shit! in half a second. What did she tell the bouncer? "Nothing bad I hope." I'm trying to gauge him, but he is all poker face. "Not bad at all. Come with me. Sam! Take over five!"

We walk inside the bar and he leads the way. My head is spinning with thoughts on where this leads. What did she leave me? A bit too late I realize that we are not going to the kitchen or any staff area, but he is taking me to the men’s room. "After you," he says, holding up the door. He makes a quick glance that all stalls are empty and locks the door.

"Now, suck my dick, boy!"

Immediately I kneel in front of him, on the restroom tile floor, unbutton his city camo pants, and tease out his cock from his 2(x)ist underwear. I take command and try to be as active as possible, and he follows my lead. It's clear that he isn't used to someone doing all the things I do to him. He doesn't really know what to do with his hands, but judging by the moans he doesn't care. Not wanting him to come too soon, I pace him, switch around techniques, so he can come at exactly the right moment. There is that pride again, as I control his moaning and he is overcome with pleasure. Finally he pumps rope after rope of cum down my throat.

At exactly the moment he pulls out the dick with a final slurp, as I suck it clean on exit, the spell breaks. I realize that I've just given head to a real man. I'm on my knees on the floor in a bar bathroom and, apparently, have just jizzed my pants through the fabric. I stare at his work boots in disbelief over what I’d just done, too ashamed to look up.

"Dude, she was totally right. That's the best blowjob I've ever had." He pulls a well circulated $5 note from a pocket, tosses it on the floor in front of me, and leaves.

[emocka]

A splash of color

Note! The cousin is based of a friend of mine. Transphobs leave now!! The only warning you get.

Throughout middle school and high school, you were dressed in black. In high school, you collected three piercings.

You endured five and a half years of bullying. Drink dumped on your head things missing. Shoved in lockers. Then junior prom came around.

You lived next to kazuha. He was cute. Very cute. You just never talked to him. That all changed one day.

He knocked on your door asking for you.

Kazuha went to a school meant for the rich and powerful. If not rich then talented and unique.

I would like to ask your daughter to prom.' He told your dad.

"Why should I trust you with my daughter? Is this a prank? It's a prank. Hasn't she been through enough? Hell's! She has been hurt more than I can count since her mom died.'

Kazuha kept silent until your dad was finished.

Sir, I'm not playing a prank. I would very much like to take her to my school's prom.' Kazuha said.

'And I should believe this because?' Your dad asked as you came downstairs. Kazuha looked at you. Your hair was down today reaching past your butt. You wore a black sleeve over your arm. Your cat-like eyes piercing his own.

'Dad? What's going on?' Your voice was shaking.

'This young man wants to take you to his school's prom.' He said as kazuha waved. You waved back.'I think this is a prank.' He continued as he glared at kazuha.

You looked at kazuha then your dad.

'I would love to go but I'm unsure if you're telling the truth.' You started 'I want to I do but I don't wanna get hurt again.'

'I swear this isn't a prank. I can prove it too.' Kazuha said as he produced the two tickets from his pocket. He presented them with the banquet of roses and celicas.

'Promise? You won't hurt my little girl?' Your dad said bringing you closer to the door. He nodded and handed you the banquet of flowers.

'Ok young man you hurt her you won't live to see another day. I don't care who your mothers are.'

'Yes sir. I promise I won't hurt her.' He said smiling at you. 'Ma'am. You have really pretty eyes. I'll see you again soon.' With that, he left.

You looked at the flowers and noticed a small piece of paper. Carefully grabbing you opened it up and found a number along with a message Text me. I want to get to know you.' -kazuha

The next day was the same old day. Shoved in lockers bag missing. You just ignored it. This was your normal. What was the point of reporting it to the teachers anyway? Same old teens are teens they'll grow out of it. Once school ended you were outside the gate texting your cousin.

Something happened and now the house was being torn apart. You weren't paying attention and ended up crashing into someone.

'

Sorry!' You said panicking. A familiar voice spoke.'

'It's ok. You know texting while walking is a bad idea.' Kazuha said smiling holding his arm out. 'Come on I'll walk you home.'

You looked around and noticed a few girls giggling and pointing.

Are you sure? I don't want to be a burden.' You whispered looking at the girls. Kazuha followed your eyes and saw them.

He shrugged.'I don't care about them. Only you. Now, what do you say we go home?' He offered his arm again. With a final look at the girls, you took his arm and walked home.

The next day rumors started. Goth girl spotted with a hottie from teyvat high. Here you were cornered by three girls once school ended. To say you were scared was an understatement. The fear was very high and you were on the verge of tears. Kazuha hadn't shown up yet. He was running late.

This wasn't new. But the death threats were new. It was clear you pissed them off. Why you don't know.

'Excuse me? I'm looking for a young lady. About 5'5 black hair with three piercings? She wears a black arm sleeve.' A familiar voice said. 'Goes by y/n.'

You broke through the girls and jumped in his arms crying. He caught you.

it's ok. Here take my keys.' He spoke as he rubbed your back and slipped the keys in your hand.

You nodded. W-which one?' You asked looking around. Kazuha point to a black car with a maple leaf pattern on its doors and hood.

Give me a few minutes.' He grabbed your hand and kissed it. You nodded and went to the car he pointed at. Kazuha gave you one last look before turning to the girls.

Please leave her alone.' He said. 'And stop the rumor. She didn't seduce me at all.' With that, he left them. He saw you in the passenger seat hugging your bag.

Sorry about that. Are you ok?' He looked at you worried. You nodded squeezing your bag.

Have you considered transferring schools? It may be a nice change in environments.'You thought about it. '

I don't want to endure the same thing though.' You mumbled quietly. I promise it won't happen. I'll be there to protect you.' He gave your arm a gentle nudge. You looked at him your eyes gazing into his.

He felt his heart flatter. It was like his soul was being judged. If that was the case then let judgment begin. He had work to do and an endless amount of love to show.

You caught his eye the first day he moved in next door. It was raining that day and you were outside petting a lost puppy. Your umbrella protects the puppy from getting wet. Kazuha watched as you smiled and giggled. The dog loved the attention it was getting. He smiled as the dog pushed you over and crawled in your lap. The smile you gave that day was so bright. It reminded him of a fall sunset. The puppy settled down in your lap and stayed there till the rain stopped. That was the day kazuha fell in love.

The day you became his muse for his poems.

---

That night you were in bed aimlessly scrolling through your phone. You had a lot on your mind. The past few days finally weighing me down. Your social battery running low. Your mind went to kazuha. Why was he taking you to prom? Why was he so caring? Was he planning to break your heart? With those questions weighing your mind down, you pulled the rose gold comforter around your body more tightly and fell asleep.

You woke up the next morning your cousin crashing into your room. She- no he*- he was excited for you and said dress shopping happening today.

It's not till next week' you whined pulling the blankets over your head. He yanked them off your bed. This caused you to curl up due to the cold.

Let's go! Come on! Dress to find makeup to plan and hair to dye!'The last part made you bolt from the bed and get on your knees.

Please say I can do the rose gold ombre. Please I'll do anything!' You begged. 'Anything!' You've been wanting to dye your hair recently. Your cousin said he could dye it. He was studying to be a hairstylist. So you became the victim on the rare occasion he needed to practice something. '

On one condition. Let me meet the guy!' He smiled causing you to roll your eyes. Kazuha was up early and saw the whole commotion. He looked up in time to see you jump on the bed and get on your knees. It looked like you were pleading. He smiled and returned to his stream. His viewers caught him smiling. That's when he heard a loud shriek.'

NONONONO!!! Please o, beg of you doesn't bother them. I haven't met- too late.' You said panicking. Your cousin decided to drag you with him to meet kazuha.

He rang the doorbell and waited. You stood there awkwardly in your pj's black with a silver heart on the shorts and wolf on the top you wore a pair of soot sprite slippers.

Kazuha's mother answered the door. She was pretty tall with white hair with an orange-like tassel on her forehead.

Hi, I'm kris! I'm y/n cousin! Any chance I can meet your son...kazuha?' He asked.

Hi, kris. I'm ningguang. I'll see if he can come down.' She looked behind him and spotted you. 'You must be his prom date.'You nodded scared out of your mind.

She gave off leader vibes. You started shaking. Number one it was cold. Number two you were facing Kazuha's mother and her vibe scared you. And the biggest reason? You were still in pj's and slippers.

She noticed those and smiled as she called for kazuha. He came out of the hallway. He looked over at the door and smiled. A small blush dusted his cheeks. He waved you waved back.

Well, I'll say-ack!' Your cousin was about to say something s you smacked your hand over his mouth to prevent the next words from coming out.

Please choose your next words wisely. I'm in my PJs and wearing my soot sprite slippers.' You said. The next words came out without thinking 'Please don't tell the cute guy that I like... oh you froze in horror.

You weren't supposed to admit it. Due to the past admitting you liked someone was a scary thought. You did it once before and landed in the school bathroom with a bloody nose and a bruised stomach.

Well, be out of your hair! Sorry-' you panicked and started to pull kris with you.

Hey, wait! Come inside.' Kazuha was smiling 'I have a jacket you can use. Let's hang out.'

'Uh...' your thoughts were interrupted. You were shoved in the house. You looked at kris who was smirking.

Have fun! We'll go dress shopping later. I'll bring my girlfriend by to help. Don't have too much fun.'With that, he was gone.

You stood in the living room of Kazuha's house shivering. Now it was cold really cold.

Kazuha makes sure you respect her. We've raised you to respect women-' ninnguang started saying but another female entered the room. She was drunk.

Come on. Let's go to my room. You can watch my stream.' He held his hand out. You looked at it hesitantly. With some thought, you slid yours in his and followed him to his room.

When you entered his room you squealed at the sight of a husky. Then you smacked your hand over your mouth.

Sorry!' Kazuha smiled and beckoned the dog forward. It approached you slowly and cautiously. You lowered yourself to eye level and offered a hand.

This is tomo. He's pretty quiet for a husky. Tomo prefers to sleep all day if he could. He seems to like you.' Kazuha watched you two as tomo rubbed his head against your hand.

You smiled and gave him a couple of pets.'I love dogs. I like cats too but I'm allergic to them. Dogs seem to hold a lot of love and show so much loyalty.' You said as you stood up carefully.

You looked around his room.

It had a lot of red and orange tones. Fall red and orange tones. There were poems on the walls. He had a queen size bed shoved against the wall. The window faces your room. You felt something drop on your shoulders. Kazuha put his jacket over you. It was orange and red with maple leaves and wind patterns.

Use this. It'll keep you warm. Come sit by the desk. You can watch me play a few games he said gesturing to the other office chair.

'You sure? I don't want to intrude on your life.' You said.

He smiled and nodded.

'I wouldn't mind. I'll keep your face out of the stream if that makes you feel better.' He adjusted the camera a little more. Then blurred the background.

You sat down in the chair.

'Thanks.' You said as kazuha smiled and sat with you.

You sat there watching him for a couple of hours. You were impressed with his ability to stay calm even during a very frustrating boss.

You then left his house to go home. Not after asking him what the theme for the prom was.

'Romeo and Juliet' he said. You made a face of disgust.

You've always hated that play. Your language classes studied it a lot. Five times to be exact. You were worn out for the fifth time.

Arriving home you got dressed and sat down.

*would it be too much if I wore black to the prom?* you thought as you looked around the room. Then your eyes landed on the comforter.

*maybe a splash of color wouldn't hurt. I've always liked rose gold. Hm.....I wonder if dad still has moms old dress. She did leave it to me and said to get it altered if and when needed*

'Hey, dad?' You asked exiting your room. 'Do you still have moms old prom dress? I wanna see it.'

Your dad smiled and went to find the dress.

----

That day kazuha heard a commotion and looked out the living room window.

You were chasing a child, Your dad running around with boxes, and your cousin was pulling into the driveway honking the horn asking what the theme was and what his plans were.

He couldn't make out the next words but he smiled as you giggled.

---

Three days later you were at school waiting for kazuha to come to get you.

You called him in the middle of class asking him to get you.

You had enough and finally snapped. You punched the lead girl. Then you asked for your transcripts.

What led to it was your locker being checked. Someone planted something in it and then stole your bag. This caused you to get in a lot of trouble. You found the culprit and punched her then threatened her friends. Enough was enough. You were done. Transcripts in hand you exited the front gate and waited. Kazuha arrived with someone in tow.

A blonde hair guy. It was braided. Kazuha kicked him to the back seat and then motioned you into the car.

'What happened?' He asked eyeing your hand.

'I punched someone. I missed the first time and hit the locker. The second time I hit my mark.'

'Why?' He asked you disappointment lacing his voice.

You broke.

'I've been bullied since sixth-grade kazuha SIXTH GRADE. WHEN MY MOTHER DIED. I HAVE BEEN CALM ABOUT IT. VERY CALM. I NOW HAVE LOW SELF-ESTEEM. THIS SCHOOL HAS DONE NOTHING TO HELP. NOTHING. I FINALLY SNAPPED WHEN THEY PLANTED SOMETHING IN MY LOCKER AND STOLE MY BAG.' You screamed and then cried. 'I just want a break. I want a new start.'

You cried more as kazuha realized what he had done. He reached out and took your bruised hand carefully inspecting it. He rubbed your knuckles gently earning a sharp hiss.

'I'm sorry dear. Let's get this checked out here then iced.' He kissed your hand and parked the car.

'Aether you're free to come. Y/N let's go.' Together all three of you got out of the car and headed for the school entrance. With you trailing behind the two you guys entered the office. You mumbled an explanation and then got sent to the nurses' office. While she checked your hand aether and kazuha went to go find your bag. Eventually, a girl named lumine was called to help. She had a redhead with her.

She was nice and friendly. Aether was too. This caused you anxiety as they both showed you genuine concern.

Once your bag was located and grabbed you left the school.

'You wanna go home?' Kazuha asked you as you stared out the window. 'Or do you want to go somewhere else till I finish school?'

'Wanna stay with you you mumbled quietly.

You were exhausted. Tired. Both mentally and physically.

You slouched in the seat and looked at kazuha. He reached out and stroked your cheek slowly which you leaned into.

'Get a room' lumine said causing you to jump and panic.

'Wanna come to my school? You can call your cousin and explain everything.' Kazuha said rolling his eyes at the comment 'while on the subject what's your punishment?'

'Expelled after prom' you said dialing the number.

'Really?' Lumine questioned 'is your record that clean'

You nodded shifting the ice a little.

'Can you take me home? I'm tired...' you started saying as you nodded off the exhaustion hitting you hard. Your phone hit the floor.

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'I'll drop you guys off at school' kazuha said as he pulled out of the parking lot. 'I'm done for the day. Y/n having a rough week.'

Arriving at school lumine and the redhead got out with aether.

Aether paused and looked at kazuha then you.

'You sure?' He asked as kazuha checked his hand and grabbed the ice that fell.

'Yea I'm sure. I want to look after her. Make sure she's ok.' Kazuha checked your hand again.

He brushed his thumb against the knuckle-earning a half-hearted cat-like hiss from you.

Aether chuckled nodding as he closed the door.

Kazuha reached for your phone and opened the contacts. Spotting what he assumed was your cousin's name he dialed.

'Y/n! Are you ok? The school called. You are expelled once prom passes! Hows-'

'Hi, I'm kazuha. I have her and wanted to ask if I can enter the house to get her in bed?' Kazuha asked. He looked at your features.

Your hair normally black was a strawberry blonde the roots still black.

'Her dad is out of town. He went on a trip to a third-world country. He'll be gone for a couple of years. So I'm looking after her and the house. Come over.'

Kazuha thanked him and hung up. Pulling out of the parking lot kazuha thought about everything.

'The fact you finally snapped after years of this makes me wonder what else you're going through.' He whispered.' you need a break and good rest.'

Yea he spotted you altering a dress yesterday. A rose gold one.

Pins in your mouth hair in a messy bun. Pin cushion on your wrist.

You were adding something to the dress. He couldn't see what but he saw the looking in your eyes.

You looked so happy, and relaxed.

Without realizing it kazuha looked up and noticed that he was in front of your place. You were deep asleep so kazuha grabbed your bag and exited the car. Going to the passenger side he undid the buckle and picked you up gently.

Going to the door he knocked on it. A young lady opened the door and motioned him in.

'Her room is on the right down the hall.' The girl said.

So he went and entered. Carefully drop your bag on the floor he moved to your bed. During that time you woke up.

'Are we home?' You whispered attempting to shift.

You forgot that kazuha was carrying you. You ended up on the ground with kazuha over you.

You looked into his orange-red eyes.

They were beautiful. Taking you in. Watching your every move.

'Kazuha? Why are you trying to court me?' You asked breaking the silence. 'Why?'

He chuckled.

'So you've noticed. To be honest I've always found you beautiful since I first moved in two years ago.' He sat on the ground closing your bedroom door.

'The first time I saw you in the rain playing with the puppy I fell in love.' He pulled you up into a sitting position on the floor. 'Who wouldn't fall in love with you? Your stunning.'

'You'd be surprised. You are the first person to chase me.'

Kazuha raised an eyebrow.

'Well, I hope I'll be the only one to court you.' He said holding his hand out. 'This is if you'll let me.'

You thought about it. If he wasn't pulling your leg then yes.

The more you thought about it the more your anxiety went into high gear. Kazuha noticed it too.

'If you think that this is a prank I'll clear the air. I swear I'm serious' he said as he grabbed your not-injured hand. He kissed it looking you dead in the eyes. 'I swear.'

You let that sink in. With a little thought, you nodded. Kazuha smiled pulling you into an awkward hug.

'Come on let's get you in bed kazuha said breathing in your scent.

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You started dating him. When prom arrived you showed up at his school in a mask.

Your cousin and his girlfriend made their masterpiece.

Your hair was an ombre rose gold, half of your hair was in a complicated bun. The other half had been braided and circled the bun. Your makeup was natural. His girlfriend added some roses beneath your eyes.

Your dress which was finished in time was strapless. Rose gold. The waistline had a single rose on it. Nails were done in white. She was a simple black pair of flats.

You looked around nervously. His prom said to wear a mask so that way your partner couldn't recognize you. Not only that but you had to stop by your school's prom to collect the transcripts for the transfer.

Lumine spotted you. She walked over to you saying hi.

'You look nervous.' She commented looking over you 'wow! You may just make kazuha have to do a double-take. You look like a rose.'

'Thank you. I'm nervous about going inside.' You said quietly. 'I've only met you your brother and the ginger.'

Lumine smiled then laced her arm through yours.

'Come on! Aether and kazuha are inside waiting for you.' She said smiling. 'Oh, xiao here. Wait a second.'

She took off towards emo looking guy. You watched as lumine kissed him on the cheek.

You gave a sad smile and decided to walk into the prom by yourself. When you arrived at the desk you showed your I'd and tickets. Kazuha had asked for your school I'd so they could make a copy of it. With some papers, you handed you were told to have a good time.

You walked through the doors almost walking out. Everyone was in sync while dancing.

'Do I even have a right to come to this school? Everyone is so talented here.' You muttered quietly looking for kazuha.

'You do. I've seen your home ec skills.' Kazuha's voice was coming from behind you.

You spun around and looked at him. He smiled and held his hand.

'Shall we dance?' He asked.

You took his hand and nodded.

Following him to the dance floor you began to dance.

'You seem to have some experience with dance.' Kazuha noted.

'Believe it or not my mother was a professional dancer. She taught me a lot before she passed. I dance still. I watch some videos to help me with some stuff.'

'How many do you know?' He asked as he spun you around.

'10.' Was your response before you were swept away by someone else.

*ai* you thought. *it a type of ballroom dance where you switch partners*

You sighed and continued. You danced with a few people. You learned their names.

Kaeya, ganyu, albedo, tighnari and diluc. You landed with aether as a country rap song started.

'You must be y/n ' he said smiling.

You nodded.

'Nice to meet you.' He started. Everyone spun around once. ' I'm aether. We didnt get introduced properly a few days ago. How are you?'

'I'm ok. Pretty nervous being here.' You said. Before you could continue you were moved to another person.

'Well I'll say-' a maroon head started saying.

Save it. Already taken.' You rolled your eyes at him. 'What your name?'

Heizhou ' he started but you were gone back with kazuha.

'Enjoying your time?' Kazuha asked

A little bit. Still nervous.' You said has you both bowed to each other. Kazuha took your hand taking you away from the crowd.

'Will you be ok?' He asked leading you to a table.pulling out a chair he sat you down.

You nodded removing the mask. Your revealed your make up.

I'll say your dressed to look like a rose.' Kazuha commented. You were stunning.

'That was the point.' You shrugged looking. Up the address. 'Oh the building is across the plaza. Question?'

'Shoot.' He smiled.

Can you come with me to collect the transcripts from a teacher at the school? Their just across the plaza. You asked.

Kazuha nodded.

'We can go for it now. When you get them you can drop them off in my car.' He said.

You thanked him and got up. Lumine spotted you two and made a beeline for you two.

'Y/n a couple girls just came in. They said their from your high school.' Her words made your anxeity kick in.

Kazuha just rolled his eyes. The emo guy was behind lumined on his phone.

'Um...I'm gonna go across the plaza. I have something to pick up.' You mumbled.

'I'll go with you. Kazuha can stay!' The emo guy grunted. 'Come on xiao. Let's go'

Lumine grabbed your hand and dragged you with her.

The guy-xiao- followed the two of you kazuha tagging along anyway. You walked to the other building and showed your student I'd. With approval, you entered.

Oh my god it's goth-wait is that her?' Whispers could be heard.

'She's dolled up for the occasion.'

'Wait why's she here? Wasn't she expelled?'

You attempted to drown the whispers out. They were getting to you. Tonight was supposed to be about having fun.

So you focused on trying to have fun. Reaching the teacher you sighed in relief.

After a small talk with the teacher, you were handed everything you needed for the transfer.

Attempting to leave that when they threw you one last cruel joke. The joke left you in tears.

The girls who bullied you for years finally made your heart hurt.

They had rigged the votes and entered your name. By rigging the votes you won prom princess. Behind you stood a slide show of you. They found some embarrassing photos. You were seen in a swimsuit. The slide continued. More embarrassing photos of you getting changed in pe class.

Xiao was the one who rescued you. Pulling the plugs he grunted. Lumine quickly snatches the crown and flowers from the girls you guys left.

Kazuha was in disbelief. The cruel joke had gone too far. He took your hand and quickly whisked you away.

'Hey hey, it's ok. It looks like lumine went in to give them a piece of her mind. Let's go back to my school prom.' Suddenly you could hear lumine screaming at your school.

You guys heard it. Suddenly it got quiet. Xiao was outside. Then she cursed everyone.

You started giggling. Kazuha confused, listened carefully. Then it hit him. Lumine was trying to keep it clean but needed to insult them. Selecting a few choice words.

He sighed and kissed your head.

'Let's go home.' He said. Together you both walked away from the plaza. Going to his car you both sat there silently.

After a few moments, you looked at kazuha. He looked back at you. You looked at each other lips.

Then it happened. You grabbed his face. Kazuha was startled for a second. Then he smirked.

A make-out session later you were very red.

Kazuha was smirking.

'One more' you mumbled. Kazuha complied pulling you forward for another kiss.

After a few more kisses. Your hands hid your face. Kazuha was laughing.

Let's go home. You have everything?' He asked. You nodded.

He started the car and left the parking lot.

Guess this was successful.

-‐---

With the transfer completed the school turned a blind eye to your expulsion from your last school.

What did they say?

Oh you were expelled?' Zhongli asked. He torn the paper in half and then again. He tossed it. 'Nope never happened.'

The staff said to pretend you weren't expelled.

With the a small teal colored object was moved towards you.

Welcome to the school. This is your 'vision'. The one is called anemo. That means the bard is your official.'

You nodded picking it up a small necklace chain fell from it

It also allows you to access the school sporting events. It you I'd as well. Now I believe you applied for cheerleading? Talk to the leader. Her names lumine.'

With that you were sent off. Kazuha was suppose to be in class but he was sitting on the bench outside the office. Showing him the vision he smiled and showed you the same one.

'Come on I want to show you something.' He grabbed your hand pulling you forward.

Reaching the library you guys entered.

'I found a year book. It's old but I think youll like what I found.'

He pulled a year book and flipped through it. Once he found what he was looking for he showed you.

'Is that? My mom and dad?' You looked at the picture.

It was a picture of a couple. They were under the title of best couple.

The women was petite but had a small build. The man was a little built.

Both of them smiled.

You cried quietly. Ever since mom passed your dad wouldnt talk about her younger days.

Kazuha hugged you.

Thanks for showing me this. Its brings me a peice of mind. If there a way I can get a copy of this?' You asked after your cry fest.

Kazuha hugged you tighter. Collecting the yearbook he let you go.

'I'll ask the librarian and see what she can do.' He said.

He walked up to the lady and handed her the yearbook asking for a copy of it.

'Give me a week and you'll have it.'

You both left.

I need to go find lumine. I guess shell be handing me the cheer uniform'

Cheerleading? Does that mean you choose to do competitive cheer?' You nodded answering his question.

He smiled and kissed your forehead. Giving you directions to the gym kazuha ran off as some hall monitor came after him for skipping class.

You looked at his trailing back then left following what he told you.

You arrived at the gym. Entering the entire squad stopped mid routine.

'I'll just come back ' you started as you turned around to walk away

Y/n you transferred? Yay!!! Come on in. I'll introduce you to all the girls' lumine said. With that you meet the entire cheer squad.

After introductions were made lumine took you with her. After getting your sizes she handed you shorts, skirt, and a shirt.

It was white. Pure white.

You get to decorate your own uniform. Normally were given numbers but aince kazuha isnt in alot of sports you'll receive his symbol. You may also get aether number. He plays volleyball.'

You nodded.

I'll just leave it white. I feel bad ruining a perfecting nice color.*

Wait does this school have a girls volleyball team? Can I even do two sport activities?'

Lumine nodded.

You smiled.

With that lumine gave you a number to call.

So what did the school say about your expulsion?' Lumine asked.

He tore the paper up and said it never happened. Guess my record was very clean.' You said.

Lumine smiled.

Welcome to teyvat high. Your a accepted in this school. We even have our own mafia. Granted their kept an eye on. Everyone has something their good at.'

You smiled.

This was going to be a good two months.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

chained, m | myg

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: You ever fuck someone wearing a collar and a chain... that's attached to the hot girl with the demonic grin? No? Just Min Yoongi? In his defense, he really likes a bad bitch.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; yup, there are Marilyn Manson and Slipknot references; D/s smut (fem reader, black leather collars and a chain leash, [a lot of] choking, saliva everywhere, handjob, m-receiving oral, slight edging, hair pulling, penetrative sex); non-idol!AU - rapper, sub!Yoongi x goth (also kinda his manager? lol) dom!reader; kinda PWP; Yoongi's POV

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feel like I'm hexed, yeah, that bitch bad collar on her neck and her ass real fat

Most people would say, “Nah, dude, don’t mess with girls like that.”

Most people would say, “She’s fucking scary, why the hell would you think she’s hot?”

Most people would, but Min Yoongi wasn’t most people.

“I want to play a game.”

He tilted his head. “Then let’s play a game.”

She grinned, wild hair over her left eye. “Yeah?”

The first time he met her, he was at a bar and a woman was chatting him up, engaging him in conversation he didn’t want to be in. Fuck. The only reason he came was to accompany his friends, but they were all much more extroverted than he was and had already wandered off with potentials of the night. He didn’t want a potential. He just wanted a damn shot of whiskey and then he was going to slink into a corner and pretend nobody existed.

He minimized his responses to, “Mhm” and “Yeah,” but the woman wasn’t getting the hint and the bartender was busy. Sigh.

All of a sudden, a short man with a white, mannequin-like mask appeared. The white mask was painted with black streaks. He had stringy, long black and red hair and was wearing black coveralls.

Yoongi and the woman jumped away from each other, disconcerted by the appearance of the strange, tiny man.

“Bartender! Hey, real quick, can you get my friend here a drink?”

And then, fuck.

Black leather jacket, silver hardware. Tight fitted white top, so shredded the black bra underneath was visible. Short black pleated skirt. Ripped tights. Thick black boots with chains. Yoongi felt his eyes widen, looking up and down at this curvy frame. Wild hair, lush tits, juicy thighs, an ass that could put anyone in a trance with the way those hips swayed. Dark makeup, playful grin with red-stained lips.

A black choker with at least eight-centimeter spikes.

A pure white contact lens in her left eye.

“Hey, you can’t cover your face here,” a patron interrupted. “That’s creepy.”

The small man in the mask didn’t reply. The woman in black, however, swatted a hand like she was whacking away a fly.

“He’s part of the entertainment. Buzz off.”

“Oh, yes, you’re the band’s drummer, right?” The bartender rushed over. “Sorry, sorry. What will it be?”

The masked man said nothing.

“Double shot whiskey on the rocks,” the woman replied for him. “Did I get it right this time, Hana?”

A single nod from that stringy head.

“What about you?”

Yoongi jumped, startled the woman in black leather was addressing him. She cocked her head to the confused bartender. “You’ve been standing here ignored for the past ten minutes. I noticed because I was waiting for the guys to suit up to bring Hana to the bar.” She waved her hand. “Come on. Give me your order. I got you.”

“O… Oh. Same thing.”

She nodded. “Ya heard him. And don’t just only pay attention to cute girls, bartender.”

The bartender’s cheeks flushed. “A-Ah, I apologize! I’ll have them ready right away.”

The woman sighed and shook her head, completely ignoring the chatty woman who was making eyes at Yoongi, trying to get near him again. Yoongi pretended not to notice, stepping closer to the short, creepy man. The white mask didn’t move. The woman leaned down a bit because the man was shorter than she was with her height and platform boots.

“Don’t be takin’ nothing with the whiskey now. I’m treatin’ ya,” she chuckled under her breath.

Yoongi noticed the slight satoori. It made her voice a little deep and gruff.

“Shut it.”

She snickered. “Made you talk, Hana.”

The white mask went back to being silent.

She sighed and stood back up turning her attention to Yoongi. “Sorry about my friend here. He doesn’t like talking or people. I’m trying to get him to be more personable. Is it working?”

Yoongi blinked.

“Uh.”

Damn, every time she smiled, he felt a thrill shoot up his spine. White teeth showing, pink tongue peeking out between them.

It just seemed a little psychotic, a little mischievous, and a lot sexy.

“I know it’s not working. Can’t say I didn’t try.”

The masked man might as well have been a mannequin with how still he was.

“You’re his manager?” Yoongi found himself asking.

She shrugged. “Kind of? I actually just own the studio space the band records. But I like coming to the gigs sometimes if I can. Good excuse to get a little drunk, eh? Plus, I’m trying to find musicians to rent out the other spaces.”

Fuck.

Was it his lucky day or what?

“I’m looking for a studio space to record my music, actually.”

Her eyebrows raised. “No shit? You wanna talk some business?”

Oh, they talked business to bass and drums thundering the bar.

Later, they talked about some… other things too. What could he say? Yoongi liked a bad bitch. She wore leather, she owned cluster of studio spaces – “well, they ain’t mine, they’re my dad’s, but he’s never here, he’s off gambling and chasing booty, I think” – she gave him a fair price, and she loved to suck dick.

Yoongi didn’t find out about that last bit until later.

Right now, she was clipping the end of a silver chain to the collar around his neck.

It was heavy, probably metal. The collar he was wearing was thick black leather, with a steel ring resting against his collarbones. Yoongi was pretty sure she was doing a number on him. He wore a lot of black, yeah. He liked leather jackets too. But being around her presence was messing with his head and he was pretty sure he was being influenced by her energy. He used to hate his eye shape and his dark circles, but when he saw himself in the mirror with her tangled around him, riding his dick, he found himself thinking he didn’t look so bad after all. He looked good standing with the woman with the white contact lens and the demonic grin.

Maybe he was a little crazy, but everyone was a little crazy. Yoongi wasn’t worried about something like that.

Right now, she licked her teeth with that lithe, pink tongue of hers.

The other end of the chain was connected to the collar around her neck.

“You wanna play?” she drawled.

Fuck, he loved that shit. Her voice got slightly deep and throaty when she spoke in satoori. He wasn’t sure if she noticed it or not. It must be from her father. She mentioned that she had been raised by her dad – “sporadically, he liked to travel and, by travel, I mean gamble and chase ass, although surprisingly he didn’t come back with more kids, so I guess he learned his lesson” – but she was kind of the same way.

Not the gambling bit.

He didn’t really mind it though. She didn’t try to hide anything and he encouraged her to be herself. Plus, no one was getting the treatment he got. Yoongi was pretty sure about that, because when she fucked around, she did it in public. He had to be the one to tell her to take it upstairs and go for the throat.

Alright, not the throat. The dick.

In some way, Yoongi felt that was her way of asking if he approved, because she never took it upstairs and out of his sight unless he gave her the go ahead.

Right now, her tongue extended and wiggled in the air, glossy and slick with her saliva.

He smirked, open-mouthed and with a flick of tongue at the edge of his teeth.

She gripped the chain and yanked him by the neck to her face, crashing that demonic grin to his lips.

Like an injection or a spell, it gave him a rush, the firm leather snapping against his neck, chained to her, both wearing the collars, but she was always in control, always, and he liked it like that, liked the way she traced his lips with her powerful tongue, her saliva his aphrodisiac, before she captured his lips and rolled her body into his lap, skin to skin, moving like a snake, his gasp against her devouring mouth, her bare ass sliding on his thigh, fuck, so sexy, so soft, so bouncy, one hand on his face and another on his shoulder, fingers spread out and tendons flexing.

He liked to say she was the angel that held up her blinding halo with devil horns.

She yanked on the chain and Yoongi sucked in a breath, closing one eye as she licked his cheek, ending with a kiss on his brow. Cold air chilled his wet skin, making him shiver.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ hot, Yoongi.”

Pretty sure neither of them believed in a god but it got the point across.

He raised his hand and she smacked his wrist down, pinning it to the bed.

“Nuh uh.”

Yoongi wasn’t really expecting her to let him.

He raised his other hand. It was immediately swatted down onto the bed, her eyebrow cocking.

“Naughty, naughty.”

He cocked an eyebrow back, defying.

She leaned down and snatched the chain in her mouth, tugging on it with teeth and neck, narrowing her eyes. The white contact lens on her left eye gleamed under her lashes. She always wore it except right before sleeping. He once asked her why and she had shrugged.

“Mental security, I guess.”

Now, she growled like an animal.

“Down.”

She looked like she was about to headbutt him. He wouldn’t put it past her.

He lowered himself slowly, her mouth holding the chain taut until he was laying on the bed. She grinned, pleased at his obedience. Yoongi was quite sure that she was probably the closest being to a succubus that he would ever encounter with the violent thrill of arousal she was giving him with those plush lips and white teeth around the silver chain, pink tongue circling around the metal to tease him.

Maybe he was the crazy one for being turned on by it.

She dropped the chain on his chest. He flinched, the wet, heavy metal thudding onto his sternum, right against his pounding heartbeat. She rubbed her thigh against his balls and hardening cock, raising her head, chain following, higher, higher, letting go of his hands, arching her back, tits up, until it was fully taut between his neck and hers, the sides of the collars forcefully digging into his neck and hers. Yoongi did not lift his head from the bed to reduce the tension. Her devilish smile widened. A chain tug-of-war between collar to collar, both of them choking the other.

She lifted her hand and licked her palm, saturating it with saliva.

She reached down and wrapped her long fingers around his stiff length.

Didn’t say he could touch her though, so Yoongi didn’t.

“Think you can last longer than last time?”

He clenched his jaw. “Maybe.”

She pulled harder and he locked his neck and shoulders, clutching the sheets with a sharp gasp, pleasure shooting up his core, firm, strong strokes up and down his cock, fuck, fuck, every damn time, that second of cold as her saliva soaked his skin and then it warmed up fast to hot, slippery ecstasy, hard and getting harder, his pre-cum mixing with her saliva, staring at her hard nipples and juicy hips, knees around one of his thighs, shaking her ass when she noticed him looking, changing the pace, addicted to the feeling of her hands. He could feel the bones and the hard muscle of her grip and, sure, that didn’t sound sexy, but it felt incredible, adding stimulation in that inescapable hold and paired with slickness, choking his cock slightly and he craved every second of it, thighs tense and hard, growling in his throat as he dug his head into the mattress, pulling the chain for all it was worth, lightheaded now, the leather cutting in, probably leaving a mark, locking eyes with mischievous orbs and an impish smirk, the sides of her collar also cutting into the sides of her neck, choking herself as she was choking him while jacking him off.

Black haze threatened the edges of his vision.

He was going to pass out or cum. Yoongi didn’t care which happened first.

“F… Fuck!”

Yoongi snapped his jaw shut and shot up her forearm and down his length, strained groan of her name leaking past his teeth, bolts of pleasure invading his nerves all the way up to his scalp, blossoming into an erotic haze. She snapped her head forward. Oxygen flooded his brain, his jaw going slack with a moan, his eyes rolling back, high so high his whole body shuddered, barely registering her movement, hearing the lewd slurps of her drinking up his cum.

Wet.

Hot.

“Shit!”

Her mouth enveloped his twitching length, burying it deep into her throat, slathering tongue and satisfied hiss, chain clinking against his stomach and hitting his trembling balls, twisting her head so the chain wouldn’t cause any damage to them as she began to suck, flashes of tongue flickering out of the edges of those plush lips, grazing his crotch and scrotum, pointedly staring at him with an arched eyebrow.

She bounced her hips when she noticed him looking, shaking her ass as she sucked his dick.

Yoongi grinned.

His vision was barely focusing, trying to recover from orgasm in the midst of the intoxicating pleasure of her soft and tight mouth, tongue rubbing under the head of his cock, causing it to jerk and swell in the back of her throat and then she thrust it all the way back in there, taking him impossibly deep, sinfully moaning around his cock, vibrating it with lust. He glanced at her hands, fingers spread out and joints locked, tendons flexed, pointed black fingernails clawing into the sheets.

The heat flaring over his abdomen and hips was rising to his limit once more.

Yoongi panted her name, hoarse and breathless, realizing his Daegu satoori was suddenly more prominent in his disheveled state.

“I’m gonna cum–”

She popped her mouth off his cock and he snapped his teeth, snarling.

“You bitch.”

She grinned, wiggling her tongue, thick plops of saliva dripping down and hitting his flinching hips and throbbing cock, the head an angry purple-red from being so roughly stimulated after orgasm. The white contact gleamed alongside the devious glint in her right eye, black pupils blown out, a little psychotic, a little mischievous, and a lot sexy.

It didn’t matter who was on top because she knew she was always on top.

To be clear, Yoongi didn’t take shit from anyone without a fight. It got him in trouble sometimes, but this particular brand was trouble was the kind he liked. She gave him a long period of two seconds to roll the condom down before tangling one hand in the metal chain and the other in his black hair, pulling both in opposite directions. He hissed dangerously, plunging his hard cock into the wet, waiting heat, scorched by her roughness and his desire, one of her legs on his shoulder and the other around his waist, smacking their bodies together with violent force.

The tip of her tongue traced her teeth, grinning demonically.

“Come on, you said you were gonna play the game with me, Yoongi,” she chuckled, naughtily mocking him, voice deep and rough from her satoori.

“Let’s see if you can keep up,” he growled in kind, low and gravelly.

She pulled on the collar much harder than his hair, but both were equally arousing, prickling pain on his scalp and circulation cut short once again, brief flashes of oxygen bleeding through with his aggressive thrusts, the excess chain knocking against her collarbones, just another layer of sound along with slapping hips and squelching juices, her velvet walls clenching around him with every descent, not going fast so he could last, burying deep and hitting her hard. She winced, guttural growl at the base of her throat and the side of his lips quirked up.

“Too much?” he taunted.

“I’ll tell you when it’s too much,” she grunted, jerking her hips up and brutally squeezing the head deep inside.

“Fuck…”

He knew she wouldn’t let him do anything she didn’t want, so he kept going, her wrist flicking up with every thrust, leather collar snapping into his skin, thinning his breath to gasps at the stinging pain, the hand in his hair releasing him, messy black strands invading his vision, but he had no time to complain, groaning as her nails dug into his back and dragged up, inflamed hot lines that shot into his system and fed his adrenaline. His fists bunched the sheets, locking his shoulders, clenching his jaw, flexing his neck, and now he was being choked again, consistently this time, oxygen thinning out once more, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Her smile sent thrills up his spine and they split at the base of his head, tendrils of vicious desire numbing all sensations except lust, gluttonous for the pain that nourished more pleasure, greedy for everything she forced him to take, too prideful to ask her to loosen her hold, desperate not to give in to her wrath, usually slothful but now using every fiber of his strength to push himself to the limit, high getting higher knowing that anyone would be envious of how good he got it from that fiendish playful grin and hot delicious body under him, collared together in joined sin.

She let out a low moan, basking in him, feeding his need to satisfy hers.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, Yoongi.”

He managed to get out half of a breath, staring into those irises, one real, one covered in white.

“Fuck, your voice gets me off every time,” he hissed.

He slammed his hips down and she clamped around his entire length, releasing the chain, both of their heads tipping back, his in the air and hers into the pillows, moans in unison as he shot into the condom and she released onto his twitching length and skin, coating him with slickness. The scent of sex permeated the air, his previous orgasm soaked into the sheets already and hers smearing with it as their hips descended, his throbbing cock pulsed by her flinching walls, her thighs tense around his waist and his hard ones against her ass, making sure to lean forward so he didn’t fall out, savoring every second of their joined bodies.

The hotel room was certainly getting some important use.

Yoongi remembered he had been annoyed when she said he should rent one since the potential gig was rather far away and transportation so late at night was going to be a bitch. He almost didn’t do it, but she rolled her eyes and booked it anyway, triumphant when he sold out the venue. Not a huge venue, but bigger than he had ever performed before.

He still said she had to make it up to him for making him travel farther than he originally wanted.

As usual, Yoongi was not disappointed.

“Housekeeping is gonna be pissed,” she chuckled. “Smells like sex.”

“I don’t give a shit.”

“How’s your throat?”

“Pretty sure rapping strains the inside of my throat, not the outside.”

She chuckled. “Now you hurt all over.”

“Good.”

Yoongi closed the distance and kissed that smirk, metal chain sandwiched between their hot, sweaty skin, the steel rings of the black leather collars clinking against each other.

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the lyrics in the beginning are from hot demon b!tches near u!! by CORPSE ft night lovell

[radgirl-spray]

My experience growing up kinda gnc. My mom was really non conforming (not that she knew) She rarely wore make up. I saw her in a dress only sundays, because she wore it to the church (until she stoped believing when i was like 10), the rest of the week? joggers, big boots, simple t-shirts. Most of the time she put on my dad's clothing. And most of it was stained with paint. She never painted her nails, and didn't cared about jewerly or hair, far too occupied doing stuff around the house and by that i mean building stuff, fixing furniture, working on the garden, choping wood, plating, hammering, getting shit done, etc. On that same note, i can count with one hand the times i wore a dress in my childhood. Since we were dirt poor, i inherited my clothes from my older brother so girly clothes was never a thing for me and my brothers themselves had very long hair as children. I spended my days playing in the mud, jumping, climbing trees, budget too tight for barbies. I played in the woods, fought with wooden swords with my brothers and sister, dress up and tried to make my own tree house at 12 (a total failure of course) but the imput was there. Even for school, we had uniforms with skirts, but mom sended me with pants because it was too cold. And even when mine was a girl's school, since we were only girls, no one compared us with any boys, so we found a ball and played until we broke some windows among other things.

As a result by the time i got to puberty, my mom wanted me not to wear makeup, that i didn't need it, but me being a 14 yo insisted. I wanted to be goth and wore dark make up and stuff because i thought it was super cool. Not because i was a girl, but because i liked cool shit. If anything i always gravitated towards boys who had long hair and wore make up, and girls who did cool stuff like playing drums or whatever. This is why when people speak of "girl stuff" and "boy stuff" it sounds so fucking out there to me. It sounds so weird and i really cannot comprehend why people cannot separate biology from everything else. This is also why i believe a child raised in a gender non conforming home will rarely feel inadequate to their sex. If someone had told little me "if you like skirts you are a girl" i would have imediatly told them "i am a girl and i don't wear skirts." not even because i didn't like them, but because i simply didn't had them. They weren't a necessity in a home where 4 children share jeans and t-shirts. Where children play outside. Why would my mom put myself and my sister in skirts if we were playing football outside with the boys? And i did wanted to be a sailor moon as a child, but i also wanted to be an evil vampire and singer and a veterinarian. None of it meant i was or wasn't a girl. But growing up i found out that my biology did meant that people would misstreat me. That people would doubt me and make me uncomfortable, but i never for a single second thought it was my fault for being a girl, nor it was girlhood nor my body. After all my body took me places and allowed me to do stuff. My girlhood was me hunting spiders, playing videogames and stealing apples from my neighbour's backyard. It was the people. My parents always warned me about what people do to women of course, and i also had to go through the "boys will be boys" stuff while my sister and i were responsible for stuff my brothers weren't, but i always knew it was not my fault that everyone is sexist. My mom teached me that being a woman meant that i could do and look whatever and that i would be it even if people (family included) would want me to be many stupid things that weren't necessary with her own example, so i cannot understand how is so difficult for a bunch of people to grasp that simple fact. And is because of this that i care about women droping stupid ass stereotypes. Is also why it offends me so much when some braindead gendie say stuff like "i'm not like the women" or "woman is a gender" because is not. Because is totally possible to be at peace with yourself and your body while understanding that you don't have to perform femininity. That is not that the world is garbage because you are a woman, but rather people treat women like garbage just because we have a body that's different to men. That i don't feel anything in particular about my biological reality, because i am not different than my body, i am my body; but i'm hella pissed that people might kill me because of it and that somewhere out there, there is a girl, like me, who likes to build stuff and play videogames and loose clothing and some stupid fuck is telling her that she's not a girl because of it; alienating her from her body, lying to her about how the world will treat her if she convinces herself to be something else. That out there is someone telling her she should feel anything but neutral about the body she has, instead of making a confident and rational woman of her, filling her with insecurities and doubts of her own existence, convincing her that she needs hormones and surgery to be her "true self", that she has too buy a binder so no one knows she has breasts, instead of using the money to get herself a cool videogame or tools for some hobby that makes her happy. That her uterus is useless and that someone calling her female is wishing her death because being a woman is hell and the worst thing that could happen to her

[cobycobsy2k]

Alternative, season 1 episode 20: "Help"

Belladonna Cove

Almeric, Aldric, Gabriella and Lola were walking a little worried towards the House of Gabriel Green and Chastity Gere. Gabriella had a letter, which she fearfully carried.

Gabriel (while he was tidying up the house a bit): Hey Chastity, haven't you seen my yellow tie around?

Chastity: I wore it to an event yesterday! I'm so sorry Gabe!

Gabriel (With a smile): Don't worry Chastity! Wait a minute, aren't those Lola and her cousins?

Lola came in crying and hugged her boyfriend, who was looking confused at the scene, while Chastity started to get too scared, will she know something?

Lola (speaking with difficulty): M-My Cousin W-was K-Kidnapped!...

Gabriel (Surprised): What!?

Gabriella (Indicating a piece of paper): We found this note in her room, we are very scared by all this...

"I know very well that you will come to look for your dear little girlfriend, better said MY future wife. To clarify something, DO NOT MESS WITH MY FAMILY AGAIN!

Sincerely, Geoff Rutherford"

Chastity (Concerned): Oh no, I knew Geoff would do this!

That confused Aldric a bit, who was looking at Chastity in a slightly serious way

Aldric (Intrigued): Did you know this Geoff guy?

Chastity took a deep breath and decided to tell the others everything.

Chastity: Well... To be honest with you, yes, I met the Rutherford Family... It all happened when Mr. Kenneth and Mrs. Leandra approached me asking for a big favor...

Almeric: And what did they ask you?

Chastity: They asked me to be Geoff's girlfriend, who was quite inexpressive, something in him made me very afraid, one day, when I went to fulfill the favor of Mr. and Mrs. Rutherford, I saw them talking to a gypsy matchmaker, who had a photo of a blonde woman... And there, Mrs. Rutherford kindly asked me to be careful with Geoff and to warn that blonde woman what is going to happen to her.

Gabriella froze listening to Chastity's story, now everything made sense, that gypsy she had called was actually an accomplice of the Rutherfords...

Gabriella: It's all my fault! I shouldn't have called that Gypsy!

Almeric (Angry): Whaaat!? Gabriella explain all this to me please!!

Gabriella (crying): I just wanted to play a prank on Ekaterina

Almeric: Gaby, please, don't do this again... And where is Ekaterina now?

Gabriel: The most logical thing would be for them to be around here, Belladonna Cove is very big...

Meanwhile in a Forest outside of Belladonna Cove

Rutherford's Private Shack.

Ekaterina: This place is 100% DISGUSTING! I can't stand it one more minute here!

Geoff: Honey, you know damn well I'm protecting you from all those motherfuckers who want to break us up.

Ekaterina: Geoff, please, just let me go! I promise not to say anything to anyone!

Kenneth (Approaching his son and his future daughter-in-law): I'm so proud that you've finally found someone special my son! Your mother and I were here when we were your age, right dear?

Leandra nodded a little sadly as she looked at her husband.

Ekaterna (a little scared): But, what the hell am I going to do here? I have to do more important things than stay here!

Geoff started to laugh evilly, while he looked at the blonde.

Geoff (Smiling to hide his anger): Honey, what part of you're mine didn't you understand? You're going to be with me FOREVER and we'll be so happy!

Ekaterina: Geoff if you love someone, you have to let them go... You can't force me to love you, I just want you to know that I see you as a friend.

Those words angered the redhead who got up from his seat.

Geoff (Caressing Ekaterina): Dear HAHA! This is MY way of loving you! I want to protect you from that Alexander Goth! Come on, I swear you'll be very happy with me

[honey-dewey]

Little Leather Boots

Pairing: Shane ‘Dio’ Morrissey/Reader

Words: 4,442

Warnings: Reader is pregnant and is very worried about it, mentions of abortion but it doesn’t happen, lots of tears, a very worried and loving Dio, mention of c-section, I think that’s it folks. 

Permanent Taglist: @phoenixhalliwell

After one too many wild nights with your goth boyfriend, you somehow wind up pregnant, which you didn’t even think was possible considering that you and Dio always used protection. But here you are, pregnant and terrified that Dio ‘I hate kids’ Morrissey will be pissed. No matter what happens, it’s going to be a very long nine months. 

You woke up to an empty bed, as was the unfortunate usual. Your body ached in all the right places as you slid into Dio’s shirt from last night and your own pyjama bottoms. The apartment was cold, too cold as you headed to the bathroom, yawning widely. 

It was only when you opened the bathroom door that the nausea hit you like a truck. You immediately felt your knees go weak, gagging and dry heaving over the sink. When you resurfaced, you rinsed your mouth out and met your own teary eyes in the mirror. Wiping away the evidence, you picked up your phone, trailing slowly to the kitchen. Grabbing a water bottle from the fridge, you called into work, taking the day off. 

The next thing you did was text Dio. He was, understandably, worried. You told him you felt better, and that it was probably just a stomach bug or something. Nothing to worry about, nothing to come home early for. 

Truthfully, you were feeling better. Too better. Settling on the couch, you googled problems where nausea was a symptom. Not much came up that was possible. A stomach bug, but nausea was your only symptom. Same went for the flu and all the other illnesses. And then, right at the end of the list, was pregnancy. 

You scoffed it off, tossing your phone down. As much as Dio complained in the first few weeks, he always used a condom. Always. You’d asked him once if he ever wanted kids, and his response had been a steady fuck no. 

But then you began to think about it harder. You’d always had irregular and unpredictable periods, so the fact that you hadn’t had one in a while wasn’t super suspicious, and your weight had fluctuated, but that was because Dio insisted on a cherry pie last week. No, you couldn’t be pregnant. 

“But what if,” you whispered out loud, looking at the wall and sinking into thought. “It would explain a lot.” 

Deciding to prove to yourself that you were absolutely not pregnant, you stood and put on a decent pair of pants, scooping up your wallet and heading to the CVS. 

The closer the drug store got, the more nervous you became. What if you were pregnant? Would you get rid of the baby? Would Dio dump you if you didn’t want to? Who would take care of you and your baby? 

Shaking your head, you walked into the CVS and took a breath. This would be very easy because you were definitely not pregnant. 

You grabbed a three pack of tests and stood in the self checkout line, hyperaware of the heavily pregnant woman behind you. As you rang up your purchase and dug around in your wallet, you heard her sigh. “I remember when I bought mine.” 

“Pardon?” 

“Sorry!” The woman said sweetly, smiling at you. “I was just remembering when I bought my test for my baby. It’s a magical day.” 

You tried to smile back. “Magical.” 

The woman nodded. “Does your husband know?” 

“I’m not married,” you breathed, staring down at the CVS bag with watering eyes. “He hasn’t, I don’t know if he’ll,” 

“Oh sweetie,” the woman said, coming closer and putting an arm around you. “I'm so sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you.” 

You shook your head, wiping away tears. “It’s not your fault,” you said softly. “You didn’t know.” 

The woman sighed, rubbing your arm. “Darling, go home, drink some water, and take the test. I promise, no harm can come from just knowing.” 

Nodding, you took your purchase and waved to the woman. She waved back as you began your short walk to your apartment. 

Taking her advice, you drank water, read over the instructions in the pregnancy test box, and immediately moved everything into the bathroom. 

As soon as you shut the door, you called one of Dio’s friends. Raven was a close confidant of yours and could probably be trusted with this secret. 

“Yo,” Raven said as she picked up. 

“Raven I think I might be pregnant.” 

“I’m sorry, what?” Raven asked. “Did you take a test yet, are you sure?” 

You sat in the bathtub, shaking your head. “Not yet,” you mumbled. “I bought a few.” 

Raven made a noise of sympathy. “Dolly, do you want me over there?” 

“Yes please,” you said, hating how weak you sounded. 

“Be there in five.” 

The apartment was deafeningly silent for five minutes before Raven forewent knocking and just opened your front door. “Dolly, where are you?” 

“Bathroom!” 

Raven’s concerned face appeared in your bathroom door. She took in the likely pitiful sight of you sitting in the bathtub and immediately joined you. “Hon, you’re a hot fucking mess in here.” 

“I know,” you said, head in your hands. “The tests are on the counter. I haven’t taken them yet.” 

“You should,” Raven said, standing and passing you one of the tests. “Worst case scenario, you are knocked up and Dio gets mad, so I kick his ass and take you to my place.” 

You snorted and stood. “Thanks Rav,” you said softly, taking the test. “Now get out of the bathroom.” 

Two agonizing minutes later, you’d washed your hands and taken the tests, not necessarily in that order. Raven knocked, and you opened the door for her. 

“Can I be the Godmother?” She asked, leading you out of the bathroom and away from the tests that need a few minutes. 

“What?” 

“If you are pregnant,” she explained. “Can I be the Godmother?” 

You sighed. “Raven, I’m not even sure I’m going to keep the baby yet if I’m pregnant.” 

Raven dramatically rolled her eyes. “Killjoy,” she groaned, falling into your couch. “Okay, better question. How’re you gonna tell Dio?” 

It was something you hadn’t considered yet. “Uh.” You fidgeted with a pillow, trying to think. “I don’t know. Eventually, I guess he’ll find out when I start looking like I swallowed a planet, but, well, I dunno.” 

A timer dinged in the background, and Raven shot to her feet. “Do you wanna look first or should I?” 

“You do it,” you said, suddenly feeling like your mouth was full of cotton. You watched Raven open the bathroom door, pick up the test, and stare down at it. 

“Hey Doll,” she said, leaning her hip against the bathroom door frame and holding up the test. “Positive. All three of them.” 

Your breath stopped. “Really?” A horrible euphoria spread through your body as you took the test from Raven. Sure enough, it said positive. “Oh my god.” 

Raven left shortly after that, apologizing that she couldn’t stay longer. 

“You call me if Dio flips his shit,” she said, hugging you close. “If he won’t take care of it, I promise I’ll be the best damn auntie in New York.” 

You smiled, waving to her as she went. Sitting on the couch, finally alone, you picked up your phone and dialed a familiar number. 

“Baby?” 

“Hey Mama,” you said, twisting a necklace Dio had gotten you last year. “I have something important to tell you.” 

Your mother gasped. “Are you engaged? Did he finally ask?”

You sighed, smiling to yourself. Despite her original hang ups with your goth boyfriend, she’d come to love Dio like he was one of her own kids, and had been pestering since your four year anniversary to get married. “No Mama, he hasn’t proposed. But I, well, I might need to come spend some time with you. For a while.” 

“Oh darling, what happened?” 

You took a breath, trying to force the words out of your mouth. “I’m pregnant.” 

There was silence on the other end. “Mama?” 

“Baby,” your mother said, voice thick with tears. “Baby are you happy?” 

You began to cry too. “Yes Mama, I think I am.”

Your mother let out a breath. “That’s all I care about. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Oh your father is going to be thrilled! Does Dio know?” 

“Not yet,” you said, nerves returning. “I don’t know when or how I’m gonna tell him, but I’m just terrified he’ll be mad.” 

“Mad that you’re pregnant with his baby?” 

“Mama, he hates kids,” you reminded. “That’s why I might have to come stay with you. Raven offered to help me, but if things go south, I want you.” 

Your mother was quiet for a second. “Of course. Should I tell your father?” 

You smiled. “Please do. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” 

“You call me as soon as you tell him, no matter what. I want to congratulate or yell at him.” 

Laughing, you said goodbye to your mother and hung up, leaving you alone to figure out how you’d break the news to Dio. 

He came home hours later, finding you on the couch watching bad reality TV. “That bad, hm?” 

You groaned. “You have no idea.” You’d cleaned the bathroom and hid the evidence, stashing one pregnancy test in your bedside table and throwing the other two out. 

Dio chuckled, falling onto the couch and kissing you. “How’re you feeling?” 

“Better,” you lied. “Raven came around and kept me company for a bit, and then my mom called because apparently we hadn’t talked in a while.” 

“Did she ask if we were engaged?” 

“What do you think?” You laughed, leaning against Dio’s chest. “Oh! Guess what!” 

“Hm?” 

You pulled out your phone, scrolling through Instagram until you found a specific photo. “My old high school best friend is pregnant!” 

Dio squinted at the photo, and you smiled, handing him his glasses from the coffee table. He was technically supposed to wear them all the time, but he said they ruined his vibe so he never actually wore them. 

“Which one is this?” He asked, adjusting his glasses and looking at you. 

“Bridgit, the cute blonde who accidentally started a fire in the gym.” 

Dio nodded. “She’s huge.” 

You snorted, taking your phone back. “She’s eight months pregnant, Dio. Of course she’s huge. I dunno how I’d handle being that pregnant.” 

“Yeah well,” Dio said, standing. “You’ll never have to.” 

That sent a bolt of fear through you. Resting a hand on your stomach, against the nearly invisible baby you were protecting, you spoke with a certain caution. “You really don’t want kids, do you?” 

“We’ve had this talk,” Dio reminded, sitting back down with a drink in hand. “No, I don’t. I’d be a shit father.” 

“Aw, I think you’d be great at it,” you said, trying to ease your nerves. “Dio Morrissey, holding a tiny little baby, I can see it now.” 

Dio chuckled, nudging you. “Where’s all this coming from? We haven’t talked babies in a year.” 

You shrugged. “I’m not exactly getting younger,” you mumbled. “And when Mama called, she asked me when I was planning on having kids.” 

“Oh,” Dio breathed, putting an arm around you. “What’d you say?” 

“I-“ you faltered, meeting Dio’s deep brown eyes. You hoped, very fleetingly, that your baby would have his eyes. “I told her,” you said slowly, realizing it was now or never. “I told her I was already pregnant, Dio.” 

It was like time stopped. Dio’s eyes went wide, his entire body stilling. “You’re kidding,” he said, so softly you almost didn’t hear. “I don’t, I mean, baby why are you crying?”

You wiped your eyes, chest heaving. “I love you so much, and I don’t want to leave, and I don’t want to get rid of the baby, and I’m scared Dio!” You stumbled over your words, still sobbing. 

Dio shook his head, pulling you close. “I would never make you leave,” he promised. “Not over this.” 

You went still, relaxing in the familiar arms. “You- you’re not mad?” 

“Mad?” Dio pulled away, cradling your face in his hands. “No! I could never be mad at you! It wasn’t your fault and you had no control over any of this.”

Then, you asked the all important question. “Are we going to keep it?” 

Dio took your hands, squeezing them tight. “Do you want to keep it? I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to, okay? Think about yourself, not me. What do you want?” 

You thought about it, finally coming to a conclusion after a minute. “I want to keep it.” 

“Okay then,” Dio said. “I guess we’re having a baby.” 

The rest of the night was a whirlwind. You called your mother, and she and your father congratulated you and made you promise to come visit soon. Raven was also called, swearing violently at Dio until you reassured her that he was okay with the scenario. 

After dinner, you made tea for yourself, standing in the kitchen in Dio’s pyjamas. He came up behind you, spanning his hands across your belly. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” you said, leaning into his touch. “Your hands are freezing.” 

You two spent the better part of the night like that. You resting and Dio always with a hand on your belly, thumb stroking over the dip of your waist or the divot of your hip bone. 

“You sir,” you said when you finally got into bed and Dio put a protective hand over your waist. “Are obsessed.” 

“I can’t help it,” Dio purred softly, kissing your forehead. “My darling is going to be a mother, and I’m going to be a father. I’m not obsessed. I’m protecting.” 

You smiled. “Same thing.” 

The next month was surprisingly hard. You weren’t really showing, but Dio rubbed your belly anyway. He was surprisingly physically affectionate, and did something that shocked you to your core. 

He quit smoking. 

For almost thirty days, you and him struggled in your own ways, always there to hold the other up as Dio’s hands shook and you dry heaved literally every morning. 

Finally, you had a doctor’s appointment. You’d see your baby for the first time and find out how far you were. As you wiggled into a shirt, you turned in the mirror and gasped. “Dio!” 

Dio came rushing into the bathroom. “What’s wrong?” 

You pressed a hand over your belly. “Look.” 

Coming up behind you, Dio grinned when he saw what you were seeing. A baby bump. An unmistakable baby bump. 

“She’s real,” Dio breathed, and you grinned. 

“What makes you think I’m having a girl?” 

Dio smiled, kissing the back of your neck. “I want a girl.” 

You laughed. “Dio, the sex of our baby is not dependent on your desires.”

“But it should be,” Dio said. “Because I want a girl.” 

“Why?” You asked, tugging on a sweater and covering the bump. 

Dio shrugged. “I had to look after four brothers growing up,” he explained. “I kinda want to take care of a baby girl now.” 

You smiled. “You’re a sap.” 

“I’m your sap,” he corrected, stepping into his boots and zipping them up. “C’mon, we don’t wanna be late.” 

The trip to the doctor was odd. Your doctor was a lovely older man who, while he was a bit blunt, was soft spoken and genuinely seemed to care. 

“And there’s your baby,” he said, turning the screen so you could see. He adjusted the transducer on your belly and you took a big breath, finally seeing your baby. 

“She’s beautiful,” Dio murmured, squeezing your hands. 

“They.” 

“She.” 

“Dio!” You said playfully. “We don’t know the sex yet!” 

The doctor chuckled, moving the transducer a bit. “Looks like everything is developing as expected. You’re about twelve weeks, or three months along, although it’s hard to tell because you’re not sure of the date of conception. But, if you’re at three months now, then your due date should be mid-April. However, if the baby is a week or two early or late, we shouldn’t worry.” 

“And when can we learn the sex?” Dio asked, still holding your hands. 

“We can typically start to see it at about 18 weeks, but we’ll take a look at 22 just to be sure we can see it,” the doctor said, putting the transducer down and wiping your belly off. “We can schedule your next appointment for the sex of the baby now, if you want.”

You and Dio both nodded. “Thank you so much doctor,” you said as you tugged your shirt back over your stomach. 

In the next ten weeks, you and Dio began to get ready for a baby. Your old spare room in the apartment that no longer smelled like cigarettes was cleared out and turned into a beautiful nursery. Despite your insistence that it couldn’t be painted black, Dio still managed to put his touch in it. By the time you were getting ready for your second appointment, the nursery was basically done. 

“I think we did good,” you decided, looking at the nursery as you went to grab Dio so you wouldn’t be late. The walls were a smooth cream color, with the same hardwood as the rest of the apartment covered in a soft black rug. The furniture was all black, with white detailing on the crib’s blankets. Dio had found a gorgeous Edgar Allen Poe blanket that he’d insisted upon, and that was how the classic gothic literature theme came to be. After the blanket came a mobile that had ravens, and then a few picture frames with Dio’s favorite Poe passages. 

“Me too,” Dio said, standing from where he’d been attempting to read a book and coming over to kiss you. “Ready?” 

You nodded. “Absolutely. Mama’s still mad we aren’t having a gender reveal party.” 

“Gender is a construct,” Dio reminded you with a soft smile. “As long as our bean is healthy, I will be happy.” 

Grinning, you made a face as the baby kicked you. “Ow! Tiny motherfucker’s already got your punches,” you grumbled, rubbing a hand over your belly. 

Dio chuckled. “Can’t inherit an ability to throw a punch.” 

“Yeah, well,” you said lowly. “If this kid keeps this up, I won’t have much by way of internal organs when we’re done here.” 

Your second appointment was less stressful than the first. You were out of the danger zone with the risk of miscarriage, and today was all about being happy. 

“Alright,” the doctor said, pressing the transducer to your belly and beginning to move it around. “22-ish weeks, how’re we feeling?” 

“I’m getting six hours of sleep a night and eating almost double what I was last year,” you said, staring up at the ceiling. “I feel terrible.” 

The doctor smiled. “And you, Mr. Morrissey?” 

Dio shrugged. “I’ve gotten used to living with the world’s crankiest pregnant person.” 

“Bitch,” you said under your breath, smiling while you did it. 

“Mhm,” Dio kissed your hand, the warmth of his face a weird contrast to the cold of his lip piercing. “Love you too.” 

The doctor turned the screen towards you. “Alright. Are we ready?” 

You and Dio both nodded. 

“So, there’s the head,” the doctor said, pointing to the screen. “Hands, feet, everything is developing normally, and it looks like you’re having a little girl. Congratulations.” 

You and Dio walked out of that appointment and immediately stopped for ice cream, at your request. You eagerly texted everyone, giving them the news, and Dio handed you a cup of bright pink ice cream. “Congratulations.” 

“Thank you,” you said, taking a bite of the ice cream and sitting on a bench, rubbing your belly. “So, you must be over the moon. You’re getting your little girl.” 

Dio grinned, leaning against your shoulder. “Baby, I have never been happier.” 

Three weeks later, sometime during month 6, you started to feel the euphoria die. You were in pain, and lots of it. Every day, the baby seemed to find new ways to make you suffer. Shifting around and sitting practically on your bladder at one in the morning, giving you hellish cravings that made Dio gag more than once, and for a whole week you had nausea so powerful that you could barely eat. No matter how many times Dio kissed over the now obvious swell of your belly, you felt a creeping horror at the stretch marks you were now sporting. 

“Oh my god!” You hissed, crawling out of bed and swearing violently as you began to make slow laps around the apartment, trying to ease your pain. “Fuck!” 

As you trailed from the kitchen to the bedroom, you felt something warm trickle down your leg. Looking down, a gripping terror took your heart as you realized exactly what had just happened. Three months early, your water had broke. You felt your breath quicken as you did the only rational thing. You screamed for Dio. 

“Shane!” You yelled, the panic forcing his given name out of your mouth. “Fuck! Shane!” 

Dio came skidding out of the bedroom in all his half asleep glory, eyes wide. “What’s wrong?” He said, voice urgent. “Babe? Talk to me!” 

“Water,” you gasped, reaching out to him. “Shit. Water just broke.” 

“What?” Now Dio’s panic met yours, but he was significantly better at keeping a level head. “Okay, not freaking out. We are not freaking out. Look at me. That’s it, there we go.” As he talked, he led you from the puddle of amniotic fluids on the kitchen floor to the bedroom, folding up a towel and guiding you to sit. “I’ll call the doctor, okay? You just relax.” 

Dio scooped his phone up, anxiously dialing the number for the office. 

“Hello? Yes, my partner’s water just broke. Yes, they’re about twenty five week. Of course. Yes. Definitely. Okay, thank you.” 

He hung up, sitting next to you and putting a careful hand on your back. “Babe. C’mon, we’ve got to get to the hospital.” 

You nodded, standing and gripping Dio’s hand as he led you to the car, laying the towel down in the passenger seat and helping you sit. 

“Baby, listen to me,” Dio said softly, taking your hand as soon as he was in the car. “The doctor said you’re probably going to be okay, and so is the baby. 25 weeks is super early, but there’s a high chance you’ll both be okay.” 

“Okay,” you said, placing your hands over your belly. “It seems she’s also inherited your dramatic flair.” 

Dio chuckled. “Close your eyes. We’ll be there before you know it.” 

Despite the late hour, the hospital was alive with activity. A kind nurse led you to the delivery wing, gave you a hospital gown, and promised to get the doctor. 

He was in the room within minutes, checking your dilation and sighing. “So,” he said, standing. “We’ve got options here. Option one, a natural birth. Technically possible, but risky. Option two, c-section. Less risky, but it leaves a scar and you’d need more recovery time.”

It wasn’t a hard choice for you. “Whatever’s safest for the baby.” 

The doctor nodded. “Okay. C-section it is. Mr. Morrissey, if I could ask you to leave the room.”

“What?” 

“With the baby being this early, we don’t want anything to complicate the procedure,” the doctor explained. “Please, I promise we’ll get you if anything major happens.” 

“Wait!” You shouted, gripping Dio’s hand. “He can’t stay?” 

“I’m sorry,” the doctor said. “But no.” 

Dio’s hands were shaking as you kissed them. “Darling, I’ll be fine,” you promised. “Dio, hon, look at me. Just go wait outside. I’ll yell if I need anything.” 

Dio turned to the doctor after kissing you and rasping out a soft farewell. “You come get me if anything goes wrong,” he said softly, so you wouldn’t hear. “And if you have to choose between one or the other,” he glanced at you, knowing you’d actively disagree with what he was about to say. “You save my partner, okay?” 

The doctor nodded. “Of course,” he said. “You can wait right there. This won’t take long, I promise.” 

Apparently, the doctor was a big fat liar. Almost an hour later, Dio was leaning against your mother’s shoulder, half asleep. It had taken so long that they’d had time to show up, which wasn’t helping Dio’s building anxiety. 

Finally, finally, a nurse opened the door. “Morrissey?” 

Dio jumped to his feet, despite almost falling asleep mere minutes before. “Yes?” 

“The procedure was a success,” the nurse explained. “Both your partner and your daughter are okay. Would you like to see?” 

Dio’s heart pounded as he entered the room. You looked completely exhausted, pale and sweaty but alive. You smiled upon seeing him, weakly gripping his hand. “Told you,” you mumbled. 

He grinned, but his attention was soon grabbed by the tiny baby in the room. She was connected to more wires and tubes than you were, but Dio didn’t care. He put a hand against the glass of the chamber she was in, tears starting to flow. “She’s perfect.” 

“She is,” you agreed, looking at your baby. “Is my mama here?” 

Dio nodded, still entranced by the baby. “Welcome to the world,” he said softly. “Athena Morrissey.” 

You and Athena were in the hospital for another month, Dio visiting daily to see you and hold you upright as you saw your little girl. She kept getting stronger, defying every odd and surprising you whenever she could.

It was hard, the first few weeks home. Athena would be in the NICU for a bit longer, until she was healthier, but Dio told you that this was just a chance to truly prepare for the little bundle of joy. 

The day you took her home was a tear jerker. Dio insisted on carrying her through the door, the tiny little thing swaddled in his arms as he gave the dead asleep Athena an apartment tour. 

That night, you smiled, watching Dio away back and forth with Athena in his arms. He’d abandoned his jacket for the comfort of something softer, Athena’s white onesie a contrast against his black shirt. 

“Y’know how, almost ten months ago, I joked that I could totally see you holding a baby,” you said softly, standing and moving to Dio’s side. 

“Yeah?” 

You smiled, stroking a finger down Athena’s cheek. “You look so natural like this,” you said. “You’re gonna be an amazing father.” 

“And you will be an amazing mother,” Dio said, kissing you. “Can you grab something out of my pocket?” 

Nodding, you reached into Dio’s pocket and stopped when your fingers brushed something small and metal. “Dio.” 

“Darling.” 

You pulled a beautiful ring out of his pocket, your emotions getting the better of you. “Are you proposing?” 

Dio grinned. “Figured it was time. Is that a yes?” 

You nodded. “Yes. Dio Morrissey, I cannot wait to marry you.”