#So I just waited in there very patiently until my dad went looking for me. Held my eyes open without blinking and remained very still

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

Me, aged 5. Spoken to my extremely Catholic grandmother, matriarch of the family, who had crosses and pictures of saints hanging in every room of the house: [little, uncannily-enunciated voice] “Grandma, when your church gets destroyed in Armageddon, you can come to our kingdom hall!”

[szasfuckingwife]

SOUNDGASM

RICHBOY!EREN YEAGER x RICHGIRL!READER

WARNINGS: SMUT, Eren calls reader a slut and whore, swearing, Eren is a secret fuck boy, reader has she/her pronouns, no mention of reader’s appearance other than what she’s wearing

SYNOPSIS: Y/N is new to Marley, just moving a few months prior. Her parents are rich doctors and she wants to be a professional golfer. At the country club, Grisha Yeager introduces his son, Eren Yeager to her. As she teach him how to improve his golfing, Eren teaches her one or two new things..

A/N: it’s finally summer time, and this summer me and my friends are going golfing🤭 i hope i find my eren + soundgasm is such a summer song, reminds me of 2016 drake for some reason

It’s 1:25pm at the country club. The sun is shining, the grass was greener than the pockets of the people there. And, above all, a pretty brunette and a pretty blonde are in that field playing a good game of golf.

Eren has his club in hand, his eyes are on the ball. Noticing that he won’t get a good swing from that distance, he scoots himself back a few steps until he finally feels comfortable. His veiny hands latch onto the club a little tighter as he takes a deep breath.

“Are you gonna hit the ball or…?” Armin is tired of waiting. He’s been waiting for his best friend ever since kindergarten. Eren had to stay behind a grade? Armin was waiting. Eren had detention? Armin was waiting.

But waiting for his best friend to hit a stupid ball was so damn infuriating.

Suddenly, Eren’s club went sky high before he hit the ball, sending the white sphere flying over the sky. The green eyed boy whistled in satisfaction; he was getting better each day.

Eren turned to his friend with a smug look on his face, “See! You want perfection? Be patient.”

Armin rolled his eyes before the two heard the familiar voice of Grisha Yeager, Eren’s father and the CFO of a tech company.

“Boys! Get in, drinks are out!” He yelled, waving his hand to grab their attention but all they could see was the bling of his Rolex. “Oh, and son? Getting better!”

Eren smiled, flashing his pearly whites.

“Not better than me though.”

This was your first time at this country club since your parents moved states. Not only was it awkward as most of the girls your age played tennis instead of golf, but all the guys who played golf were…facially challenged.

“Sweetheart, smile.” Your mother spoke through gritted teeth. She had noticed your unusual (but expected) awkwardness even when you were driving to the club.

You looked at her before sighing deeply, “Everyone here is just…weird.”

“The girls play tennis. You know how to play, why don’t you join them?”

Oh yeah, join the girls that laughed when they saw my personalised club!

If anything, you wished your mother would stop trying to get you to have fun so much, because all it did was remind you how much fun you were missing out on back home. It was heartbreaking to say bye to genuine friends and say hello to well…the plastics.

“Y/N!”, You heard your father’s voice and instantly turned around to spot him. He waved you over, looking eager and excited.

“Why is he so happy? I’m scared..” You mutter at your mother. She laughs and pushed you to his direction.

You try not to draw as much attention to yourself as you walk despite your very loud father yelling your name. Upon arrival, you see Mr Yeager, your fathers new friend.

He’s also the man that prompted the idea to move states.

Your father enthusiastically put his arm over your shoulder, “This is my daughter, Y/N.”

You stick your hand out to shake Mr Yeager’s hand. “Pleasure to meet you sir.”

“Nice to meet you too. Your father tells me that you’re applying to U of M. What’s got you so interested in Marley?”

If you wanted to be frank, and boastful, you’d tell him that you didn’t apply but rather you got a scholarship. Whether it was nepotism because it was your dads alma matter or if it was your big brain and athleticism, it was the best offer you’ve gotten.

“I heard they do good Neurology courses. I wanted to go to university and well, to put it short, make sure I have a plan B.”, You reply, smiling sweetly at both your father and Mr Yeager.

Grisha nods in acknowledgment, giving you back the same smile, “What’s your plan A then?”

“Professional golf, of course.”

It sounds boring, but golf was one of those hobbies that just never went away. You remember when you were 9, going with your father to the golf course just to see what it was like. When your dad taught you how to hit the ball, you loved it.

As you grew older, hitting the golf ball became your outlet. Like that one time you imagined that it was your teachers head instead of the ball after she gave you a C in a test.

Where others prefer an ice rink or a race track, you prefer your club and the nice smell of freshly cut grass.

“Y/N reminds me of Jordan in ‘88 but instead of a basketball court, it’s a golf course.”, embarrassment filled your body as your dad bragged about you. All you could do was laugh at his strange comparison.

“Ah, my boy does some golf in his spare time. He’s not trying to go pro, I hope, but, he could definitely use some lessons from you if you’re that good. In fact…” He looks around, squinting his eyes. “Eren!”

Right then and there, you pray with every bone in your body that this ‘Eren’ wasn’t those boys you saw earlier. God knows what you’d do to avoid teaching them a single thing.

What came, however, was a surprise. And the surprise came in the form of a boy. Not too old, maybe nineteen. He wore navy shorts and an emerald green ralph lauren vest over a plain white tee.

His hair was gelled in a small bun in the back of head. You don’t mind though, since it gave you a better view of his chiselled jawline. You’re sure it could cut your mothers diamonds at home. His eyes were green. No brighter than the grass outside, no deeper than the vest he was dressed in but some odd mixture.

He’s hot, you thought.

Grisha out a firm hand on his sons shoulder as he introduced you and your father to him, “This is my second son, Eren. You’ve already met Zeke by the tennis court.”

As your father gets into another conversation about Zeke Yeager, all you can do is stare at the curve of his younger brother’s muscles. You wish that he lifted the sleeve of his t shirt ever so slightly-

“What’s your name?”

You looked at Eren, and he looked at you.

His smile was just so…genuine!

“I’m Y/N.” You smiled sweetly back at him.

After your fathers urged you to go outside, you find yourself next to Eren on the kart. He’s driving, riding across the beautiful field.

The sky is honey coloured, the sun slowly descends giving the lake a beautiful shimmer. You’d look at that view, but there’s already a good view next to you.

Eren finally stops the kart before exiting. The both of you get your equipment from the back of the kart and begin to play.

“So…uhh how do you like it here in Marley?” Eren says, grunting after he hits the ball. You stand there, semi criticising his swing, semi fawning over him. “It’s definitely different from Trost.”

You sigh, “Yeah, the air is a little different. And not too many people play golf here.”

Eren looks at you, chuckling whilst shaking his head a little, “Aren’t you glad you met me then?”

You have no idea how glad I am.

You stay silent, instead choosing to smile and getting ready to hit the ball. Eren whistles when he sees the height of your swing. “Where’d you learn how to hit like that?”

After a couple more swings (and misses from Eren), you guys sit in the kart.

“So, where are you applying for university?”, you ask looking up at him. He scoffs, taking a sip of his water.

“No clue. All these offers and all I really want to do is go to Malta ‘n relax.” You notice how careless his face is when he speaks. He must not care that much about his future.

I mean, his parents are rich enough that both him and his brother can live off them for as long as they want to.

You look down, not in embarrassment, but in awkwardness. It’s strange seeing parents not urge their kids to go to university like your parents and Trost parents do.

“What’s your plans?”

You explain how you want to become a pro at golf. Eren listens attentively but, he get’s distracted when the breeze washes over the both of you.

The hem of your sport skirts lift up ever so slightly and Eren’s heart begins to race. For the next few conversations, he can’t stay focused. I mean, he’s just seen the curve of your ass, who could?

As the conversations die down, you and Eren go back to playing golf. It’s Eren’s turn and if he’s lucky, he can get a hole in one. He does what he did earlier: pull his hips back slightly, legs apart, breathe and…

Eren swung and you swore you saw the ball fly into the stratosphere.

“Yeager, I didn’t know you were the athlete.” You chuckle, shocked that he was actually really good.

He shrugs, “I don’t try. I feel like it just comes naturally..”

You roll your eyes as you walk over to him, pointing the end of your personalised club at him, “Teach me?”

Eren licks his lips, trying to find the words to speak but, the look that you’re giving him makes him feel butterflies. “Yeah…come ‘ere..”

You begin with your starting position, y’know the position that has won you regional competitions and a 2nd place in national.

However, you hear Eren scoff. “Don’t know how you’ve been able to pull of holes in one with that position..”

Suddenly, you feel his breath on your neck as he moves your hand up slightly to your upper chest, brushing agains your boobs.

“I don’t want this to be awkward but can you move your hips back ever so slightly..?” Eren chuckles in embarrassment. You do as he says and move your hips back until you feel his crotch against you. “Now, practice your swing without the club…”

Eren was filled with glee as he felt your ass rub up against him while you practiced your swing. “Is this alright?”

“It’s perfect…So fuckin good..”

Your brows furrow and then you finally feel it. His hard cock almost bursting out of his shorts. You didn’t stop your movements, seeing the fun in making him more distracted. He was absolutely mesmerised seeing your ass go back ‘n forth on his crotch.

Suddenly, you stop, sighing with your lips tilted up into a smirk, “I feel like I’m ready now! Thanks for the hel-”

As soon as you tried to walk away, Eren pulled you back against him. You swore you heard his heart beating a thousand times per second, and his cock was still rock hard.

“I can show you a couple more tips.” He whispered in your ear, “Just gotta listen for me, yeah?”

You nod before Eren throws your club onto the ground and pulls you into the kart.

As soon as you both sneak into the lavish looking bathroom, his lips are on yours. Hungrily making out with you, not giving you a chance to breathe. He gingerly moves you against the wall, giving you more breathless kisses.

He feverishly pulls up your lilac polo top, exposing your stomach and sports bra. Nothing comes to mind as he starts to plant wet kisses along your collarbone.

You try to fondle with his dick through his shorts but Eren wouldn’t let you, deciding he wants to make you feel good before he does.

He sits you on the white, pristine counter, pulling off your shorts in the process. “Fuck, you’re so hot…”, he says in a shushed tone. You can’t help but moan when you feel his hands on you, especially when he begins to rub your clit under your panties.

He starts of slow, achingly slow. All you want is for him to ruin you, rough and hard. But Eren is a tease, he wants you to beg for him.

And, he won’t stop till you do.

Eren feels your slick on his fingers and begins to chuckle. You look so cute like this: a whimpering mess, bucking your hips against his hand. He smirks when he hears you mew small ‘Please, Eren’s and ‘it feels s’ good!’s

“You’re such a pretty girl, huh? You’re doing so- ha- so good for me.” He grins. You see him lower himself, peeling of your panties so he’s at face level with your wet pussy. “What do you want, baby?”

You looked at him with jaded eyes, “I wanna cum..”

He shakes his head, tutting. He looked so different to that sweet boy who cheered you on at the golf course. “Manners, princess. What do you want?”

As he repeats his question, he slides a finger inside you. You moan and it sounds like beautiful to the brunette. You try to regain your voice as he stares into your eyes, blankly as if he was bored.

“I want you to make me cum, please.”

He chuckles again before letting his lips meet with your pussy. Eren takes his time with you, you’re not one of those valley girls that he’s fucked dumb in the past.

You’re different, so why should he treat you like them?

Nothing could be heard in the bathroom but your moans and the sound of your wetness against Eren’s mouth. He lapped his tongue at your clit whilst he continued to fuck you with his fingers, smiling against your sex when your fingers rip through his locks.

“Taste…so good, Y/N…” He muttered. You were so so close, wanting nothing more but to make a mess all over his mouth. Eren knows, he can feel you tightening up. “Gonna cum?”

You nod quickly but just then, he stops.

“Eren-” “Shhh, turn around, show me that ass..”

You do as he says, bending over the desks as he marvels at the curve of your ass behind you. You feel Eren strike your flesh a couple of times in awe before he slides his huge dick inside you.

He groans beside your ear as he hears you gasp, “Oh my fuckk…”

Every stroke feels like he was going deeper, kissing your cervix. His hands traveled to your chest as he lifted the bra revealing your perfect tits. You moan louder as he pounces on your neck again, kissing and biting you whilst his fingers were busy playing with your boobs.

“You knew what you were doing when I was teaching you how to swing, hm?” He chuckles. When he sees you nod, Eren slaps your ass again. “Words.”

“Yes!” you cry.

“You knew that it’d end up with you like this, right? You wanted this.” He asks, earning another ‘yes’ in response. “None of your boyfriends at Trost fucked you like this.”

“N-no! No, they didn’t! Fuck!” You moan. He tilts your head so you can look at the mirror and you finally see Eren, topless. You don’t know when he took of his top, and you were too fucked out to realise. “Shit, you’re so deep in me..”

He smiles at your comment, slapping your ass once more, “I know, sweetheart. Look at you. You pretend to- fuck- be a good girl in front of everyone but now look at you.”

You feel his hand wrapped around your throat as he pulls you back. Eren’s cheek is against yours as you both look at yourself through the mirror. Now, he’s fucking you harder than he did before. Harder and faster.

“You’re such a slut, hm?” He kisses your cheek before speeding up his thrusts. Your moans are louder than ever as he continues to ruin you.

“‘s too big!” It’s scary how croaky your voice sounds. He kisses your crown before leaning your head back and forcing your mouth open with his fingers.

“Stick out your tongue.”

And after you did so, a glob of spit fell from Eren’s lips and landed on your tongue. “Good fuckin’ girl! You close?”

Mistakenly, you nod again earning another harsh smack on your ass. “Yes, I’m close!”

“Gonna be a good girl and cum for me?!” He asks, his thrusts are amazingly fast and Eren’s lips are on your neck again.

The sight of him makes you cum alone, sweaty forehead that makes his hair curl upwards, his toned body and veiny hands gripping onto your waist and his green eyes boring into yours.

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” you cry out. When you reach your climax, Eren doesn’t stop.

If anything, he thrusts deeper, chasing after his own orgasm. Your whole body shakes in his touch as he whispers the most filthy things in your ear.

“This pussys fuckin’ mine now, you hear me? I’m gonna be the one that makes you a slutty mess. You’re gonna come to me when your horny, yeah? Anytime, baby, just say the word and I won’t wait to fuck you like the whore you are.”

Although you know you shouldn’t, you nod again, your voice is too broken to respond.

He pulls out and grabs you, forcing you onto your knees. Immediately, you let Eren put his thick cock in your mouth, fucking your face just as quickly as he fucked your pussy.

You feel his thrusts get sloppier as you finally see the white ropes of cum shoot out of his cock onto your face. He groans out so many expletives but you’re too busy finishing him off to hear, making him shake at your mouth still sucking him.

Once he’s done reaching his climax, the two of you look at each other for a moment before laughing. You both look a mess, Eren with his mouth red from kissing you so hard and sweaty from…well, fucking you.

You look like a real pornstar, Eren thinks. If it wasn’t for you very obvious ambition in golfing, Eren thinks you’d make a great model.

“We need to get back…” You whisper, “They’re gonna kill us since we left all of the equipment there.”

You stand up and reach down to get your clothes, he helps you dress and dresses himself. Eren takes a tissue and wets it with water before cleaning his cum off your face.

“Next time, I’ll fuck you in the kart. And after that, I’ll fuck you on the field.” He whispers, causing you to giggle.

[luvvampz]

TW: Children, Swearing (like once), reader can have their kids born naturally (but no pronouns were used nor nick names)

Word count: 565

Terms: (D/n) = Daughters name, (S/n) = Sons name, (Y/n) = Your name, (N/n) = Nick name

Context: (d/n) is not your kids she's Damian's from a previous relationship, (s/n) if both yours and Damian's. Damian is over 18.

A/n: Do give feedback, my very first fanfic on here :)

If you had told Damian that he'd be drawing coloring books for his baby girl because he thought the other kinds were plain and boring, he wouldn't dare believe you.

But here your husband was sitting at his desk while his daughter watched every brush of his pencil. "Baba (dad), that doesn't look like Jasmine..!" She let out a slight huff not quite understanding that it wasn't immediately going to look like the Disney princess until her father got the finishing touches down.

"I know it doesn't. I still have to add some things, be patient." His voice was cool and calm as he responded to his beloved daughter, the daughter you took in as your own because you understood that if you wanted Damian then you got his daughter as well.

"But it's taking so long.. can I wake up (n/n) then? I wanna play with them!" She pouted, wanting to wake you up so bad. You were her best friend! You took her to the park, you helped her baba not be alone, and you gave her a baby brother which she could admit wasn't ALWAYS the best!

"No you may not. They deserve their sleep as well." Damian shook his head knowing that you'd been awake almost all night with (s/n). "When they wake up you can play with them." His tone was stern, yet not too harsh. (D/n) slightly whined, but just nodded and went back to watching her father.

"Talking about me I see?" You smirked, walking over to the pair in front of you, with (s/n) cradled in your arms. You leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to Damian's lips and then to (D/n)s chubby little cheeks.

"Good morning, Beloved, good morning (s/n)." Damian leaned his head back returning the kiss. He gently rubbed the infant's arm, noticing how (s/n) cooed. His eyes wandered to your face afterwards with a slight smirk, fuck did he love you. "How are you? You were constantly up with (s/n) last night." His face showed a slight concern, knowing how exhausted you were with (s/n), he was only a few weeks old but gosh was he a little terror. He pulled out a spare chair, waiting for you to sit down in it.

"Morning baby. And.. I'm doing pretty well. He's pretty relaxed." You chuckled. When you sat down you picked up (d/n) and put her in your lap. When she settled in she immediately began trying to play with her baby brother.

Gosh, did you love your mini family.

"(N/n! Did you see what baba is making me?" (D/n) squealed when you placed her in your lap. She immediately pointed at her father, your husband who was drawing her all of the Disney princesses she wanted.

"It's very pretty (d/n). I hope you are going to say thank you to him afterwards for being so nice." You gently smiled at her, kissing her temple which caused her to let out a giggle.

Damian soon enough finished the pages and sent (D/n) off to color (which she did say thank you). He led you to a more comfortable couch where you both could relax with (d/n) in your eye view and (s/n) in his baby rocker. You snuggled into his side, with your head on his shoulder.

[xqueen-of-disasterx]

Idk if you’re taking requests, but if you are could you do one where dads friend Nat accidentally gets R pregnant?

(Un)pleasant surprise

Paring: Innocent!reader × dads!friend!Nat

Summery: You looked lonely Natasha could fix that

Warnings: SMUT (minor), Angst, hurt comfort?, a bit of fluff at the end, open ending, age gap (legal), g!p Nat, unprotected sex, mean Nat,

Word count: 1.3k

!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!

Masterlist Part 2

ꕀꕀ ─── ⋆⋅ ✨🌞✨ ⋅⋆─── ꕀꕀ

“Ngh~ Fuck~ Natty” you managed to moan out as Natashas hips kept slamming against your buttocks filling the room with the sound of your wet skin slapping against each other. I could make out some distinct groans from Natasha she was holding her release back as best as she could. “Fuck no matter how many times I fill your slutty hole up your still tight” she groaned I could only nod my head hidden away in the soft pillowcase in front of me. Her grip on my hips was hard I’m sure it left bruises one hand kept me in place as the other one sneaked around to my core finding my neglected clit without a problem. Her fingers rubbed tight circles on my slippery clit as she kept on pounding me from the back making me arch my back with a desperate cry.

“You’re such a slut letting me play with your stupid cunny” she groaned her past fastened as she hit that special spot inside of me no body else could reach. “Natty I’m gonna cum” you managed to whine out. “Fuck baby cum~ Ngh~ cum with me” She moaned out her thigh muscles tightening as she released with me. Hot cum shooting inside of my womb. Natasha was never a big fan of condoms she said it would destroy the feeling of my walls. At the beginning she still pulled out but it didn’t take a week her to get me on birth control. She had mentioned multiple times that having a child just isn’t in her live plans. Even though it hurt you greatly this was only a summer fling for the older woman. “You did so good my bunny” she whisper in my ear smoothing over the reddened skin of my buttocks.

~

It’s been 3 weeks since that night most of the following looked similar. Natasha sneaking into my room and fucking me into the mattress but somehow after the high was over it left me more empty then to begin with. Knowing that I wasn’t more than a fling to the redhead hurt more than it should’ve. After she finished inside of you and cleaned you up you wished she’d stay the whole night and not just a few moments. You woke up to empty bed the spot behind you were Natasha had laid last night was cold. Her body warmth long forgotten. You did your normal morning routine with a dad feeling in the deep pits of your stomach. Your period was now a week overdue nothing unusual you thought. It happened before countless times but back then you didn’t have someone breed you very night.

The way to the drugstore felt painfully long. You didn’t tell Natasha about your suspicion being too afraid of her reaction. To be honest you didn’t tell anyone how could you ever explain this mess of a situationship to a friend let alone your father? As you bought the pregnancy test the cashier gave you a look of pity at your young age. You felt extremely ashamed just by the thought having to tell your father that his friend, a trusted one, had had an affair with his dear innocent daughter. Let alone telling him that the both of you had been to careless to use proper protection.

Coming back to an empty home you waited patiently until the test was through. Your foot tipped impatiently on the hard tiles of the bathroom floor. Your back pressed against the wall while trying to distract yourself on your phone mindlessly scrolling through instagram. The timer went off after those painful minutes your hands shaking as you reached out for it. As you saw the results you weren’t sure if you should cry or laugh. You were in fact pregnant. You felt helpless, like a child, not knowing how to handle a situation like that.

~

“Wanna go cycling” Natasha offered walking into your bedroom just coming back from her jogging round. “Didn’t you just run 15 miles” Your ask closing my book and turning onto your back. You try to hide my fear. “Well… yes but that won’t stop me from spending time with my favorite girl“ she spoke falling onto the soft cushion of the bed right next to you. You only hummed looking in the opposite direction as You tried to not break out in tears. Telling her would destroy our fling. You knew that I couldn’t be the mother to her child even though you dearly wished you could. Her large hand grabbed yours. intertwining our fingers before kissing it lightly. Her kisses travelled up your exposed arm right up to your shoulder. “What’s going on in your pretty little head” she whispered in your ear making shivers run down your spine.

“Nothin’ I’m just thinking about how we only have a week left.” I know how she was looking at you but I didn’t meet her gaze. “I know and it hurts me just as much as it hurts you bunny” she sighed “however you will meet another woman, one your age, one who will all the things with you I’m too old for, one with whom you won’t get judged” Even though her words were true they hurt to hear. “I’ll go shower now” You nodded hearing how Natasha disappeared into the bathroom. It took about 10 minutes until you noticed that the pregnancy test was still on the bathroom counter however it was too late Natasha had found it first.

The bathroom door opened Natasha stepped into the room her jar clenched her gaze upset. “What’s the matter Natty” you asked in your sweetest voice “Don’t you dare Natty me right now! What the fuck is this” she held up the pregnancy test in her hands. I stayed silent biting even though a thousand words to explain it all flew through my head none seemed fitting. “Say something god damn it!”you had never seen the older woman so upset. “Natasha, I’m pregnant” your answer didn’t seem to smooth her anger “And when did you think it would’ve been a good time to tell me?!”

She paced around the room “I really wanted to tell you but I didn’t know how”you answered in a quiet voice “I can’t be a parent of this child” Natasha voice wasn’t warm and comforting as it was ten minutes ago; no it was cold and uncaring.

You’re eyes shot up to her utterly shocked by her words “W- What” “I can’t be a part of this childs life. I couldn’t look your father in the eyes ever again” she swallowed her trying to keep her cold facade up as she walked over to my door. “Natasha you are a damned coward. It’s just as much my child as it is yours! Can’t you see that?!” Your breath hitched “I thought you’d be a better woman. Just think about the child having to grow up with a single mother” Her jaw clenched as the grip on my doorknob tightened. “I won’t leave you. I can’t leave you” She turned back to you pulling you into a tight hug. “I’ll be there when you want to tell your father, when you go to the doctor for the first time, when you have terrible pregnancy cravings, when you give birth, when you don’t want to keep it I’ll be by your side, I would even run away with you without a doubt.” She whispered in your ear as you silently cried into her shoulder; hoping that this one time she’d keep her promise.

:)

[ddollfface]

is it possible for you to expand on the alphabet ‘H’ for yandere!athlete? I’m just curious to see the full extent of his punishment when he ‘snaps’. You don’t have to. This is my first ask so I’m just curious

— 🐏 anon

𝐀 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝

𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗦𝗶𝗰𝗸!𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

"I'm not feeling myself today, so it's alright if I feel you instead?"

Trigger Warnings; bad writing, lovesick behavior, manipulation, toxic relationship, love bombing, reader is called 'girlfriend', fake emotional cheating (it'll make more sense later), um I think that's it, pretty tame ngl, honestly it's shorter than my usual posts sorry(( If I missed anything, then please let me know ♡ You are now 🐏!Nonny! Congratulations, you now have your own tag! I hope this is up to your standards... I kind of went on a tiny, just a tiny tangent, but what's new lol

Okay, ngl, I've been waiting for someone to ask about this, so thank you 🐏!Nonny for asking)))

Now, to the question. I would like to preface that it would be very, very, very difficult to make LoveSick!Athlete 'snap', seeing as he's a very patient person, especially with those he's close to. Growing up, he had to be patient and easygoing. He was the oldest of his siblings, so he had to be responsible; had to step up as a father figure for his younger siblings, as he never had a real dad.

He's very soft with you, always speaking kindly, and never letting his anger or annoyance get a hold of him. He wants to be the best for you, truly, but there are just some things that make people... y'know snap. Even for people like LoveSick!Athlete, who has the patience of a saint.

So, now that we know this, we have to think of a scenario of when and why you'd ever push LoveSick!Athlete over the edge; what would've you said to make him that angry?

It'd probably be something along the lines of questioning either his loyalty to you, or the caliber of his love for you, and how much he provides for you. You'd have to take away his purpose and smush it; dragging it through the mud, and spit on it. Now, that would get him going. There's one thing that LoveSick!Athlete hates, and that's someone who's ungrateful.

He's done so, so, so much for you, can't you see?

It would've started from an argument, likely you bringing up how he seems too receptive to other girls on campus, too willing with their antics. And that just didn't sit right with you. You didn't like your boyfriend, in this scenario, hanging around with girls, who you thought to be very, very, very pretty.

Of course, LoveSick!Athlete thought this to be insane, something he hadn't even thought about. Ever since the two of you started dating, he hasn't even looked at a girl, let alone thought about sleeping with one. How could you even say that?

In this scenario, I can see LoveSick!Athlete being petty and becoming flirtatious with other girls just to show you that his behavior before was nothing. If you thought that was flirtatious, then wait until you see him now. Instead of pushing the girls to the side, excusing himself before they could corner him, now he's looking the girls up and down, giving them a little smirk, leading them on. He might even set a hand on their lower back, leading them through the party, maybe even kiss her on the cheek, if you've been rather ungrateful.

Now, LoveSick!Athlete isn't enjoying this, after all, you're his one and only, but you have to learn your lesson. You have to understand that he's been so kind to you, so appreciative of your relationship. Don't you understand? He doesn't like doing this; it's a punishment.

You, seeing all of this, would obviously be distraught. You'd feel so, so, so betrayed. Where had your sweet, loving boyfriend gone? Why was he replaced by some sleazy womanizer? You'd be both sad and pissed the fuck off. You wanted him to tone it down, not multiply it by one hundred!

No matter what, even if you're angry as hell, you'll end up in LoveSick!Athlete's arms, hugging him tightly. He'll find a way to sweet talk you back to him, telling you that you're his only one, that he's just showing you that it wasn't that bad. He'll explain his public image to you; he's gotta stay on top of it, surely you understand, babe? I have no interest in those girls. They're just thinking with what's between their legs. You have to trust me.

Now, that's if you question his loyalty to you, but if you question how much he loves you (which is kinda of related to loyalty, but just ignore that), then you'll face a different type of manipulation. Mans got a whole tool belt on him (I've been waiting to say that lol).

Questioning how much he values you, your affections, your words, and your presence, will lead to love bombing. And for those who don't know what love bombing is, it's a manipulation tactic where the manipulator will use excessive affection to make their victim depend on them for love, believing that they'll only be valued by the manipulator.

LoveSick!Athlete is very familiar with this form of love since he grew up with a mama who has bipolar disorder-

(To be clear, I don't mean to say that everyone with bipolar disorder is a mass manipulator or anything. In certain people, especially mamas who are juggling an abusive marriage, two children, and postpartum all at once, it can be a lot and lead to bad behaviors. Just wanted to say that as someone who deals with a mama with bipolar disorder)

-Now, as a young adult, he's grown the habit of absentmindedly using manipulation tactics to get what he wants. It'll all start with a small argument, you'll question his lover for you, if he even cares for you. After all, he seems to be more attentive over his image than you, his girlfriend!

And all LoveSick!Athlete will do is smile at you, saying that he understands your concerns and that he'll do better. Obviously, this will confuse the hell out of you. Who responds to an argument like that? Certainly, no man you've ever dated!

Even if he doesn't realize it, he'll begin to show excessive amounts of affection after the argument. He'll constantly be giving you hugs, clinging onto you like a leach, and spamming you with messages/calls. You'll grow accustomed to the overbearing affections, allowing it to become a part of your daily life, but the moment you're used to it, he'll rip it away.

Suddenly, it's as if you don't even exist, like you're just another girl to him. Of course, he'll acknowledge you as his girlfriend, but he's no longer touching you. He's not hugging you, having an arm wrapped around you waist, nor is he holding your hand in public. It's as if he's embarrassed about your relationship. You'll begin to think that LoveSick!Athlete is cheating on you (he's not).

And this sudden behavior change is so delayed that you won't even relate it to your argument, thinking that it was a whole separate issue. And LoveSick!Athlete won't realize it either; it's just subconcious decision he made without knowing.

At some point, you'll come crawling back to him, desperately wanting the affection you used to be overwhelmed by. Of course, LoveSick!Athlete will be overjoyed, welcoming your upfront behavior with open arms. To you, this is like whiplash. Just a few days ago, he was off-putting, giving you the cold shoulder, and now he's leaning on you as if he can't stand himself, what the hell is going on?

And that's when you realize that you're not dating the most... stable individual...

Not to mention what he let his teammates do to you... but that's for another ask, yeah?

[day-dreamsinthedark]

If you write x Reader, may I request some head cannons for Demetri Alexopoulos x reader where the reader is Sam's older sibling?

Hi! So I am not very great with head-canons, nor am I comfortable with writing in the 2nd perspective, but I really enjoy this idea so I thought I would try? My sincerest apologies if this is not what you wanted, but if you'd like to request anything else, I'd love to try it! Also, so sorry for the wait!

ALSO. There are a few curse words, I am SO SORRY if you aren't comfortable with them. Please let me know!

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Demetri seems like the type of guy to fall in love with any girl that is even remotely nice to him, so imagine his surprise when LaRusso!Reader is the first person he meets when he starts at West Valley High School's coding club. As Samantha's older sister, or her Irish twin, as their parents love to tell everyone, you had always been a little self-conscious.

The eldest sister. A title once loved, now something more like a curse. Unachievable and utterly unbearable. You have always been entirely uncoordinated and just uncomfortable in your own skin, so karate has always been just out of your reach. Not that Daniel has ever minded– Kata has always been a comfort. Something to do in private, calming and kind.

This meant that LaRusso!Reader has never been very comfortable in the karate scene, but also around the family in general. It was easy to get lost in your own little world– books, games, television, and all things that made you unlike your sister.

-

He'd known you for over a year before he figured it out. He assumed that you were just the hot nerdy junior that none of the other guys could really appreciate, knowing absolutely nothing but your first name before Miguel kicked the social skills into him. And as someone who was equally as shy, you felt absolutely fine ignoring everyone and getting your work done.

I imagine that in this scenario, where there's a pretty girl who occasionally exchanges smiles and pleasantries, Demetri doesn't even really notice Yasmine (or her friend who looks suspiciously like LaRusso!Reader)

He's so caught up in his crush on Reader that Eli's got to consistently remind him that being nice is not the same thing as having feelings, even if you always went out of your way to compliment whatever fandom-related memorabilia or clothing he brought to school. Like that time you complimented his Doctor Who shirt (and then wore your favorite GOT shirt the next day– to which he did not compliment, because he was so stupidly starstruck.)

Still, there wasn't much interaction between the two of you for the first year and a half that you had known each other. 

-

It wasn't until you finally gave in and decided to train with Sam and Robby that everything had changed. You'd only agreed to the basics, some Kata and maybe a bit of sparring. Robby was kind and made Sam a lot happier than you'd expected her to be, so what possible harm could there be in trying?

So there you were, minding your business in your dojo's yard. Eyes closed as you stretched– a backbend, a stretch that Sam was never able to get, and likely the only athletic thing you’d ever been able to do– ignoring your sister’s conversation with her "not" boyfriend and your father. 

“It’s time we be patient.” Your dad said, “Let those who need us find us. Alright?”

At this, you thought it might be an important time to join the conversation, preparing yourself for the hard part: flipping back over. You hadn’t quite mastered that yet, but it wasn’t… impossible. 

Then, a familiar voice. One that you hadn't heard in months because he and Eli had quit the team without a word. Not that you had spoken much anyway, but still it hurt. 

“Excuse me? Uh, it was unclear if the gate was the front–” He stopped abruptly, missing a porch step and managing to call out your name in confusion just as he hit the floor. You, on the other hand, fell over on your arms just as the realization set in.

“Ow. Jesus.” “Fuck’s sake.” The two of you spoke at the same time.

Neither of you had stood yet, but you craned your neck at him as Demetri called your name out again– from his spot on the ground.

 “Are you… what are you– you know karate?”

Instead of responding, you groaned out in pain. “Mhm. Little.”

You’d fallen quite awkwardly, hurting your shoulder in the process, so by the time you had fixed yourself, you opted to stay on the floor. It was infuriating. Instead of actually trying to help either of you, everyone in the yard simply passed looks. From you, to Demetri, and then to each other. Sam and Robby’s eyebrows lifted so high you were shocked they managed to stay on their faces. Your father seemed mostly confused, but Sam chewed on her bottom lip in an attempt to swallow the shit-eating grin that was pushing its way out. 

“Thanks,” You said, shooting a glare at the two people beside you. “I appreciate the absolute lack of worry on everyone’s faces right now.”

“I’m” –Demetri started, voice frantic and cracking as he moved forward slowly. It was odd. You couldn’t recall the two of you ever having spoken more than a few words to each other at once. –“You’re… you were in the Coding Club.”

“Correction. I am in the Coding Club.” You smiled at him, patting your knees clean as you stood up. You leaned forward ever so slightly, “You’re the one that quit.”

His eyes go wide and his face runs red. And that is precisely where your story would start. 

–

Demetri seems pretty obsessive in general, so the two of you would be attached by the hip, regardless of whether or not either of you were aware of each others interest. Mr. LaRusso would probably lose his mind at the idea that he started a dojo just for his male students to be infatuated with his daughters. The arguments would probably start with a lot of, “I’m running a dojo, not a fucking dating show!”

Demetri x OlderLaRusso!Reader would also be incredible bc it would have such an intense change on the dojo wars!!! Demetri would be so caught up in trying to spend time with you that he wouldn’t give so much attention to Hawk’s shenanigans. The mall fight would probably change a ton. Demetri still would have submitted that Yelp review, but the mall scene would’ve gone a little differently because instead of third wheeling Sam and Robby, he’d be following you around like a lost puppy. 

I also love the idea that Hawk– who very likely also had a small crush on you at some point– is fucking flabbergasted when he sees the two of you together at the mall. Maybe the two of you are laughing over some ridiculous comic, or he finds you just as your hands graze. At this point in his journey, he definitely wouldn’t care, but I think he’d resent the idea that Demetri is allowed to have any sort of romantic interest as a nerd. If Hawk wasn’t good enough, then Demetri shouldn’t be either. 

Ugh, I love the little emotional journey those boys go through. 

ANYWHO. 

Even if Hawk is fully infatuated with Moon at this point, seeing you with Demetri would fuel his rage. I'm also fairly certain that seeing you would trigger some sort of response from the Eli that knew you.

You would be a reminder of who he used to be, but especially who the three of you were together. Oh he definitely would have also been into you, because why wouldn't he be? Those boys did everything together. It was probably this sort of "We can both like her because she'd never date either of us" rule. Like a celebrity crush lol

Not only did you fucking like Demetri, but you were incredible at karate. How? Who taught you?

Imagine Hawk’s shock at getting his ass handed to him by the shy girl who led half of the Coding Club meetings? The realization that you're not only better than him at karate, but very obviously into Demetri, who has done absolutely nothing to be worthy of having positive attention would drive him insane. The fact that you did all this while still being entirely unashamed of your "nerd" title would not help.

Demetri’s shock, I think, would go something like this:

“I thought you said you weren’t good at karate?” He’d say as he hides behind a rack of sunglasses. You’d run towards him, grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards where Sam and Robby should be. 

“I’m not. You’re just…”

“Okay! I get it!” He’d interrupt, face red and horrified. 

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You can probably tell that I'm not used to writing in head-canon style lol I think I am more comfortable with little scenes? I also ran out of ideas bc it's been a while since I've seen the show, but I'm planning on a rewatch soon. SO if you enjoyed this at all and want anything specific pls let me know! I'm not very comfortable with x Reader but I would like to be!

Thank you for the req, and again-- so sorry for the wait!

[sunshine-and-moonshine]

Cod Sex Bot Au - Random Blurbs

Requested: Yes [Hi! Just found out about your blog and I think I just bingeread almost all of your fics, your writing is actually really captivant ! Especially your "CoD sex bots au". Can we please PLEASE have a part 3 ? Maybe more of Price, Gaz, Roach and Rudy? DONT FORGET TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF AND DRINK WATER!!!]

Warnings: Abundant Fluff

A/N: I didn’t really know what to do so I just did some random little blurbs

Price

Price huffs as his glowing eyes meticulously scan over your messy room, mechanical pupils narrowing at your back as you remain happily oblivious, too focused on your game to even notice his presence. Not until his hands were on the back of your gaming chair, dragging it back a bit before promptly yanking away your controller and headset then scooping you out of the chair, heading towards the living room.

“Hey! Wait! I wasn’t finished!” You yelp, trying to wiggle away to no avail, his metal arms tight around you, keeping you nice and secure. “Damn it! You’re a bot, I’m pretty sure you can’t just manhandle me like this!”

“You are now.” He says, kicking the door to your room shut behind him, using his connection to your advanced home system to lock it behind him, on the off chance you actually managed to sneak away from him. “You’re eating something, something that doesn’t come out of a snack bag, then you’re showering and going to bed. It’s almost midnight.” He tells you sternly.

“You’re not my dad.”

“No, but I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to call me Daddy.”

Gaz

Gaz’s eyes watch you carefully as you mix whatever it was that was in the pot, his curiosity peaked but you wouldn’t let him even glimpse into it. Said it was a surprise. And he didn’t want to ruin all your hard work so he obliged, not that it wasn’t frustrating though. He wasn’t ever very patient.

But he’s pretty sure that it’s worth it when you sit him down, your smile all big and happy as you set a plate full of steaming hot food in front of him, eagerly awaiting for him to dig in and give his opinion.

“It’s delicious!” He tells you happily, his own smile just as bright and full of life.

You looked so happy at his statement that he just couldn’t bring himself to tell you that he didn’t actually have any taste sensors, and he swears to take the secret to his robot grave.

Roach

Roach stares down at you as you lay on the floor, your eyes unfocused and seemingly looking at nothing in particular. He poked your cheek to try and get a reaction out of you and it seemed to work as you scrunch your nose up cutely.

“What are you doing?” He asks you, his hands slow and unsure. He wasn’t supposed to ask questions but….he just couldn’t help himself when it came to you. He wanted to know more about you, about what went on in your mind.

“Staring into the void, wondering when it will swallow me whole and relinquish me from all of life’s burdens.” You say, rather nonchalantly. It made him chuckle and he shook his head at you.

“But I’d be lonely if you went to the void.” He signs, his eyes soft despite being made of metal and glass. “Don’t leave me behind.”

“Don’t worry, Roach. You can come with me. It’s you and me against the world.” You say, and his fans kick into high gear as his face reddens, system overheating.

He was….happy.

Rudy

Rudy grumbles when you turn away from him in your sleep, rolling onto your belly, spread out like a starfish. He peeked his eyes open, night vision mode taking over his eyeballs. He frowned, wondering what awoke him from his powered down mode.

He turned to you, a bit pouty when he saw how far away you were. Sure, he wasn’t the most comfortable thing to lay on, being made of metal and all, but he liked it when you cuddled up to him.

His hand reaches out, touching your cheek gently, amazed by how you lean into his touch, into his warmth. He’d never been more glad to be built with lifelike heating systems.

He brings you closer to him again, his arms wrapping around you to keep you from getting away again, his cheek brushing against your neck before kissing it lovingly. He was glad that he was yours.

[aanoia]

No

James Potter x reader

Summary; James won't give up until he gets a yes

Warnings; James is lowkey and pushover and I'm pretty sure asking someone to go out over and over again is harassment so that too

Words; idk man

Pt. 2

“No.” I said sternly, returning to my book.

“Come on, Y/n, please. One date, then you can be done with me forever.” James pleaded, an easy smirk resting on his face.

“James, I’d rather be done with you right now.” I persisted.

“But you can’t. So, a date?”

“You know this is harassment right?”

“I am very aware. Does tomorrow sound good?”

I scoffed and shook my head, “No.”

He smiled proudly and began walking away, “Tomorrow it is. Meet me in the common rooms at 10, baby.”

I rolled my eyes as Remus laughed quietly beside me as he listened to the interaction.

“Are you gonna go?” He asked quietly.

“Nope.” I sighed and went back to reading.

“I don’t believe you, like at all.” Sirius deadpanned as he sat on the couch in the common room, his fingers gently threading through Remus’s hair who had his head on his lap as he quietly read his book.

“I’m serious, Sirius.” James said, waiting patiently for his date.

“No, I’m Sirius, James.” The boy responded.

James rolled his eyes as the clock rang out, signaling the new hour. It was officially ten. James stood up excitedly, knowing Y/n was always perfectly on time, never early and never late, with the exception of class where she seemed to get there before the dismissal bell even rang. He waited patiently, however the girl never came.

“Oh, Prongs, I knew you were lying.” Sirius said.

“No, she’s coming. She must just be late.”

“She’s never late.”

James ignored him and continued watching the stairs from the Girl’ dormitory. Thirty minutes passed before James sat down with a sigh.

“I’m sorry, James. She probably forg-” Peter paused as he looked up, expecting to see a sulking James, instead, the boy had a smirk on his face, already planning the next way he was going to ask the girl out. It was going to be big this time.

Y/n sat quietly in the Great Hall, working on a potions essay as her friends laughed around her. The mail owls swooped in but Y/n ignored them, not expecting anything. She jumped slightly in surprise when a piece of folded up parchment was dropped in front of her.

“I thought you weren’t expecting anything, Y/n.” Her friend said and Y/n cautiously held the paper in her hands.

“I wasn’t.” She told them and gently opened the paper.

‘Look up.’ It wrote and she furrowed her brows before doing as told. The moment she looked, flower petals of all kinds dropped around her like an endless rain. A small gasp left her lips as she felt her clothes change and she looked down to see herself in a beautiful white, flowy dress. Petals began sewing themselves into the dress, creating pink and red flowers. Her hair had been taken out of its usual ponytail and had been let down and slightly curled as the raining petals weaved themselves into a flower crown around her head. Loud music began playing as students burst into the Great Hall with instruments, causing her to jump slightly. She looked down the table as she heard the Marauders hollering at her with large smiles on their faces.

James stood on the table in a slightly tattered tux, probably from his dad. He held a large sign in his hands. Once Y/n saw what was written she stood up angrily and walked to the end of the table, the petals following her as her dress swished violently behind her.

“Y/n!” James said excitedly and jumped off the table. She didn’t say anything, instead she roughly grabbed his arm and dragged him out of the Great Hall. She led him outside, where the sun was setting.

“What is wrong with you?” Y/n questioned, raising her voice slightly as anger flowed through her veins. “I’ve said no a million times! Why can’t you just take no for an answer and leave me alone! I am so sick and tired of this, James!”

James smiled softly at her. It was different from his usual smirk, this was sweet and adoring.

“You’re beautiful.” He whispered and the girl was slightly taken aback, having never received that compliment from anyone other than her parents and close friends. Never from a boy. “And I will always, always ask you out. Until you say yes, I always will.”

Y/n let an angry sigh from her nose, “I’ll never say yes.” She told him.

“I don’t believe in never.” James said.

“I don’t believe in always.” Y/n countered.

“Well, opposites attract.”

“Never.” She raised her brows.

“Always.” He finished, smirking

[devildom-moss]

Punishment (Asmodeus)

What has Asmodeus done wrong, and how will MC try to punish him?

(Asmodeus x gn!MC)

(NSFW) (sub!Asmo) (dom!MC) (NSFW tags: sex toys/vibrators, "good boy" for Asmo, exhibitionism, recording/filming, lying as part of the punishment, possessiveness)

Word Count: +3,200 (will I be able to keep the next one under 2k, who knows?)

“MC!” Mammon burst into your room, furious, “why’s Asmo got your shirt?”

“What?”

“Look at his Devilgram!” Mammon pulled out his phone and showed you a picture of Asmo lying on his bed in a silk robe with a blood-red mud mask on. You looked back at Mammon, confused.

“That’s a robe, Mammon, and it’s not mine.”

“Not the robe, ya dummy, look,” Mammon zoomed into the left corner and pointed out a black shirt that said “MILF: man, I love frogs” on it. Yeah, that was definitely your shirt.

“You’re right. When did he take that?”

“So ya didn’t fuck him?”

“I was wondering where that went. What did he want with that shirt?”

“Don’t ignore my question!”

“Sorry, Mams. I’m going to get my shirt back while I’m still thinking about it. I love that shirt. See you later.” You left him in your room without waiting for a response.

Mammon slow-blinked. He could not fathom why you loved that shirt so much, and he wondered what that might say about his potential daddy-issues if that was the kind of clothing you loved yet he was still into you. It was such dad humor – or at the very least some pot-uncle/wine-aunt hybrid humor. Dejected, he left to see if he could con one of his other brothers out of some money.

You knocked on Asmo’s door and heard the creaking of a bed. Asmo started to yell through the door, “Levi, I told you I’m not lending you that maid outfit until you can teach Satan how to wear a jacket. Why are you-”

“Not Leviathan?” you replied, chuckling at his stunned face that quickly changed from annoyed to giddy at the sight of you. He smiled, even though his face mask had made his cheeks almost too stiff to move.

“MC, to what do I owe the pleasure of seeing that cute face of yours, love? Come on it.” Asmo took your hand and pulled you to his bed, lightly pushing you down so he could straddle your lap. You looked behind you to see your shirt laying messily on one of Asmo’s pillows. Pouting, Asmo tilted your head back towards him with one slender finger, “didn’t you come to see me?”

“Actually, I just came by to get my shirt back,” you admitted.

“That’s so mean!” Asmo frowned, cracking his face mask and adding to the look of indignation. “You could have at least lied. And why do you want it back?”

“It’s my shirt Asmo,” you laughed at his ridiculousness. “Why do you even have it? I don’t remember giving you that shirt.”

“You wanna know?” Asmo got his face close to yours, staring down at your lips. From that distance, you could smell his face mask.

“Oh, it’s cherry.”

“Oh my gosh, MC! You totally killed the mood,” Asmo gave you an exasperated sigh. “I’m going to wash this off real quick. Stay there.”

“Okay.”

Asmo got up, grazing your thigh with his hand as he did. You sat patiently on his bed, looking at his cosmetics shelf and searching for any new and interesting products. You were a bit relieved that the mask Asmo was washing off now was cherry and not blood. He was a demon, after all. It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that he had used blood at some point in his cosmetics journey. It was possible that some witch made him a beauty product with blood in it at some point, and he didn’t even know. Who vets all the random gifts he gets, anyway?

“Okay, can we try that again?” Asmo came back, his cheeks and neck still slightly damp. He straddled your lap again, tossing his arms around your neck. Whatever was in that mask worked.

“You’re beautiful,” you told him.

“I know, and you’re gorgeous, my love, now about earlier,” he smiled, inching towards your lips.

“My shirt?”

“Want me to take it off for you?” Asmo slid his hands down your sides. “I like when you’re eager, MC.”

“No, I mean you were going to explain why you took my shirt.”

“On Diavolo,” Asmo groaned, “you’re going to kill my boner, MC.”

“You’re not even hard, Asmo. I’d be able to tell.”

“I could be if you would stop cock-blocking me. You’re so lucky you’re cute, but fine. I took your shirt because you’re the only person in the whole Devildom that wears that MILF shirt.”

“And?”

“I knew if I posted that picture, everyone who had seen you wearing it would know that I had the cutest human ever in my bed. I just wanted to claim you in front of the whole Devildom. You’re not mad, are you?” Asmo started to kiss your neck while waiting for you to answer. He showed no remorse about taking your shirt; that was clear. It was a bit flattering that such a popular demon wanted to claim you, but he should have asked for permission first – no matter how cute he was after getting caught. Although, to your recollection, you hadn’t left that shirt there the last time you slept in Asmo’s bed.

When you hadn’t replied for a few seconds, Asmo nipped at your neck to redirect your attention to him. In a sultry voice, underscored with a hint of anxiety, he spoke between kisses, “don’t be mad, okay?”

He was too embarrassed to admit it, but Asmo had been feeling jealous lately. He was used to sharing himself with others, but he hadn’t fully adjusted to having to share someone else he adored this much. Asmo couldn’t monopolize your time and a few too many lunches with Beelzebub, one too many all-nighters gaming with Leviathan, an extra glass of Demonus after dinner in Lucifer’s study, Simeon keeping you out all day last week for who knows what – all of it – got to him. It had occurred to him that he shouldn’t have stolen your shirt and posted a picture with it, but he was just a demon who wanted to stake his claim on you when he felt like you were slipping through his hands. Stupidly, he hadn’t weighed your potential annoyance against his need for you, and now that he was faced with the possibility of upsetting you, Asmo’s chest was tight – as if you were clutching his heart in your hands, threatening him in silence.

“I’m just glad you weren’t using it to touch yourself with,” you chuckled. What a relief. Your laugh and smile were all Asmo needed to relax again.

“Do I look like Leviathan or Mammon?” Asmo pulled back, feigning offense. The concern about whether he was speaking in hypotheticals or if those two had actually used your clothes for those purposes didn’t survive your attention span the second Asmo pushed you down on his bed. He kissed your lips softly and teased, “I’m still a good boy, don’t you think?”

“Stealing, posting pictures with my clothes in it and exposing our relationship, potentially invading my privacy, not asking for permission for any of it,” you listed off his crimes while he sat over you, hands on your stomach and playing with the hem of your shirt, “does that sound like a good boy to you?”

“Well, not when you put it that way. Want to punish me for it?” Asmo bit his lip as he leaned back down until he was inches away from your face. Those lovely amber eyes could petrify you if he wanted them to – if you let him. Even as you were stuck in his gaze, he waited sweetly and patiently for you to consider his offer – not budging an inch nearer to you.

Unfortunately, the genre of punishment that Asmo implied was unlikely to serve as a punishment. He was plenty kinky enough to enjoy a plethora of options available to you. Luckily, the offense wasn’t so bad as to earn a real punishment (like unfollowing him on Devilgram), so it was of little consequence if he enjoyed his discipline a bit.

An appropriate punishment came to you, and with it, a smirk appeared on your lips. Asmo’s hope turned into eager lust, “you have something in mind, you naughty thing?”

“You’re the naughty one here, Asmo.”

You pulled him closer and kissed him gently. Somehow it was enough to make Asmo moan – perhaps it was the buildup of anticipation, or perhaps he just wanted to put on a show for you. You turned, flipping Asmo in the process so that you were on top of him. He was so pretty underneath you. His silk robe had come undone so that his collar bones and part of his chest were exposed, begging to be touched and kissed. You ran a single finger down his neck, over both of his collarbones and down his chest until you hit his robe. He shivered under your touch.

“Is this your punishment?” he asked. His face held the faintest blush, but more importantly, his joy was plastered everywhere. Asmo couldn’t hide his smile – not on his lips. Not even his eyes, as clouded with lust as they were, could conceal his happiness at having all your attention.

“Not at all,” you sat up and got out of bed, immediately earning a pout and a whimper from Asmo. You took his hand, kissing it softly, before pulling him to a seated position. He watched you curiously as you walked over to his closet, looking for a dark violet box. You came back with a remote-controlled bullet vibrator and a small knit elastic strap. “That would hardly be fair.”

“Ooh, is that for you or me, darling?” Asmo smiled. A part of him was pleased that you knew where he kept things so well that you had no trouble finding what you were looking for.

“Well, you decided that it was okay to share something private about me with your audience without my permission. I think it’s only fair that some of your privacy is violated, too, don’t you think?” you asked, caressing Asmo’s cheek. He leaned into your touch despite his confusion.

“What do you mean, love?” Asmo turned his face so he could place a kiss on your palm.

“Hand me your phone, we’re going to live stream that pretty face of yours while I use this on you,” you held up the toy, activating it briefly in your hand to underscore your statement. Asmo’s eyes widened.

“We can’t! I’ll get in so much trouble if I stream something like that,” Asmo protested. Although, it wasn’t because he was completely opposed to the idea. It was a thrilling suggestion, but Asmo didn’t even want to imagine how angry Lucifer might be if he found out that he live streamed something like that. Sure, demons are accustomed to salacious, vulgar content, but Asmo’s position at RAD complicated the matter – especially on a site like Devilgram.

“Then don’t get caught. Just for 10 minutes, okay?”

Asmo gulped. His need to please you winning out, he agreed. You grabbed his tripod and set up his phone so that his rear-facing camera wouldn’t capture anything below his chest. Asmo couldn’t keep his eyes off you, especially when you sunk you to your knees in front of him and placed one hand over his knees, slipping your middle finger between them.

“Are you sure?” you asked.

“I’m sure,” he smiled, “so watch me closely, okay? I want you to fall in love with me even more.”

You parted his legs gently, running your hands under his robe and pulling it up his soft thighs. Asmo made your job easier by neglecting to wear underwear that night – but that was typical for him. You kissed up his leg, stopping to suck on his inner thigh while you lightly dragged your nails down the side of his thighs. He tilted his head back and let out a moan. His hands gripped the bedding as he leaned back, forming a lovely arch in his torso. Every line of his silhouette was gorgeous – from the extension of his neck down to the arch of his feet as he lifted his heels off the ground. You continued to kiss his thighs until he was semi-erect, his dick beginning to brush against your cheek.

“Okay, you should be ready,” you told him as you pulled back. Asmo looked down, watching you hold the vibrator to the underside of his dick and carefully place the soft knit elastic band over it to secure it in place. The fabric and the vibrator were cool against his skin, but the close proximity of your face had your hot breath grazing him with every exhale. You ran two fingers along the underside of his shaft to ensure the vibrator would stay in place. Taking the opportunity to tease him once more before you deprived him of your touch, you kissed his tip before standing up. The way Asmo stared up at you – so tender and trusting and excessively sweet – made you reconsider: perhaps his eyes were less of a petrifying amber and more of a sticky honey. His robe was disheveled, so you fixed it for him, remarking, “beautiful.”

You took your position at the tripod and hit the record button.

“Hel-lo,” Asmo inhaled the second syllable as you turned the vibrator on to the lowest setting. The initial shock of the sensation was no match for his charismatic professionalism – or rather his commitment to appear beautiful and inconspicuous about his actions. He continued without skipping a beat, “my lovely fans. I just wanted to do a short 10-minute stream to show you just how beautiful my skin looks today. I have a lovely assistant behind the camera with me today.”

You let Asmo go on about the face mask he was wearing earlier while you slowly turned up the speed. He maintained that adorable smile as he spoke about the new product line from some company that you might have cared about if you weren’t so focused on how hard Asmo had gotten. One of Asmo’s hands clenched his thigh. His composure was excellent, and you decided it was safe to play with him a bit more. You upped the speed twice and switched the vibration pattern.

“Ah!” Asmo gasped, his mouth parting briefly in ecstasy before he scrambled to cover his noise. You noticed a blush start to appear on Asmo’s cheeks as he panicked. “I-I- I almost forgot to mention. I also used their magic bath salts from the same line. My whole body has that sweet cherry scent, and my skin is so soft and smooth. Would you like to confirm this with the viewers, my adorable assistant?”

Asmo’s eyes glanced from the camera lens to you, begging you to touch him for everyone else to see. The camera didn’t seem to pick up on his desperation, but you could see it.

“Fine, but I’m going to keep my face out of the shot.”

You obliged his need, getting just close enough to caress his cheek. Your hand wandered down his neck, grazing his chest and causing Asmo to tremble. He called you “handsy” with a flustered smile, but you didn’t mind as you continued to run your hand across his shoulder and down his arm until you were holding his hand. You rubbed your thumb over his knuckles, massaging tender circles into each of his soft fingers. Asmo sat there, patiently waiting for your inspection results. He bit his lip, and his breath was becoming shallow. You grabbed his wrist firmly; his pulse was racing under your fingertips, and it continued to race when you placed a kiss on his hand. The bed creaked slightly under Asmo’s squirming.

“Well?” he asked, “did you enjoy touching me?”

“Of course. I could hardly keep my hands off you.”

From this distance, it was easier to see the precum leaking from Asmo and the trembling of his legs. He was getting closer, and you pushed him even farther when you increased the speed again and changed to an intense vibration pattern once you were back behind the tripod – eyes locked on Asmo.

“Mmh!” Asmo moaned behind a bitten lip, his brows knit together. His face flushed pink with panic. “S-sorry about that everyone, I – ah – seem to be getting a cramp in my leg.”

It was impressive how quick he was on his feet, even considering how many years of practice Asmo had in the limelight. He had just over two minutes left, the adorable look of panic in Asmo’s eyes convinced you not to let him off easy. You chimed in, “oh, there are a lot of comments about how sexy you are, Asmo. @asmos-number69fan says ‘you sound extra erotic today. Lust king.’”

“Hehe, I’m always sexy,” Asmo took a few shallow breaths and added, “but maybe my adorable assistant being here tonight is the reason why I have extra sex appeal?”

He still had the energy to be cheeky, and with one minute left, you turned the vibrator to maximum intensity. Asmo squirmed and his hand shot up over his mouth. You walked over to him, disregarding your previous condition of staying out of the frame to whisper into his ear, “try to keep your composure. Think of your reputation.”

“What do you –” he started, but you cut him off by turning his head towards you and kissing him deeply. He moaned into your mouth. You could feel the heat radiating from his cheeks.

When you pulled back, Asmo’s soft honey eyes were glazed over. His pink cheeks and parted lips painted a seductive image. Cum coated his stomach, and the realization hit so rough that his afterglow was ruined. His wide eyes signaled for you to stop recording.

“Oh my gosh, Lucifer is going to kill me, MC! Was it obvious? Am I going to get banned? How many people saw that?”

“It’s okay, Asmo,” you rushed back to him and started caressing his face.

“I didn’t want to cum, but your lips felt so good,” his eyes began to water, “I couldn’t stop. You make me so excited. But now – who knows what kind of trouble I’m in.”

“It’s okay, I promise,” you wiped the tears that fell from his eyes. “Listen. I was only recording you. We weren’t streaming at all. I lied about the comments. I was the only one watching you.”

The tears didn’t stop immediately, but Asmo was visibly flustered – shock and relief in his dewy eyes. His cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink. Although he made no attempt to remove our hands from his face, he shut his eyes and yelled, “you meanie!”

“I’m sorry I tricked you, but your reactions were so adorable that I couldn’t resist. You were such a good boy, and I relished it. I wouldn’t let anyone else see you come undone like that. Will you forgive me?” You ran your thumb across his cheek again.

“Of course, I forgive you. But since I was such a good boy, you have to make it up to me.”

“How so?”

Asmo removed your hands from his cheeks and wrapped his arms around your waist. He nuzzled against your body and whispered, “call me a good boy and make me cum again. Please?”

~

Punishment (others)

Belphegor | Barbatos | Lucifer

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Never Grow Up

Cruel Summer Masterlist

Lyanna's pregnancy & Julia's birth

Don’t you ever grow up, just stay this little

Lyanna’s pregnancy had to be carefully monitored considering her medical background, something Charles was stressing out about. Whenever he was not around (and feeling guilty about that) he was making sure Lyanna was never alone. And when he was there, he was not leaving her side. Whenever he could, he attended the medical appointments and asking questions after questions to the point that, fed up about Charles, Lyanna’s doctor ended up giving him a list of books that could help him understand everything a bit better.

That’s how, one day of February, as Lyanna was laying on the couch, her laptop on her lap, looking at furniture for the baby room, she heard Charles coming back from running errands, a huge shopping bag with him.

“What are you up to?” she asked him suspiciously.

“I went to the bookstore. I bought the books the doc recommended us. Twice, one for you and one for me.”

Lyanna closed her laptop, stood up and went to him to see how crazy Charles had become. She took a book, flipped the pages before reading the back cover. She did the same, silently, with a few of them before turning to her fiancé.

“You know that most of these say more or less the same thing, you didn’t have to buy all the books from the list.”

“I just want to be prepared.”

“You are Charles. But it’s very thoughtful and cute to see you so invested.”

“I feel guilty to know that the season starts just when you are going to need me the most.”

“Hey, I’m coming with you. At least for the first races, the doc said it was fine for me to take the plane and be with you until the eighth month. You still have three months to enjoy me, all to yourself.”

“Still, I’m not 100% sure it’s a good idea…”

“I’ll be okay. And we have the medical team on tracks so if something happens, I’ll be well taken care of.” she stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek as Charles’ hand found its way to her growing belly.

“It’s tomorrow.”

“Excited?”

“I can’t wait to know. I made a bet with Pierre about the gender. He thinks it’s a girl and I told him I was sure it was a boy.”

“Charles Leclerc, how dare you betting on our baby?”

“It’s just… I feel it you know. It’s a baby boy.” he whispered, looking at her in the eyes.

The next morning they were sitting comfortably in the doctor’s waiting room. Charles’s right leg was bouncing as his hands gripped firmly on Lyanna’s. When finally it was time for them, Charles was the first to enter the room to greet the doctor and asked her a few questions about things he had read and needed a few explanations. Lyanna playfully rolled her eyes as she forced Charles to sit down.

“Don’t worry, I’ve seen my fair share of stressed future dads. He is not the first and won’t be the last. How are you feeling, Lyanna.”

“She feels tired but I make sure she eats all the vitamins and take her complements. I bought some that were recommended in your books.”

“Charles, baby, I’m perfectly capable to answer the questions on my own. But yeah, tired but my legs are starting to hurt from time to time. My back too.”

“That’s classic symptoms, nothing weird or that we need to worry about.”

“I heard that the fifth month was critical and most doctors were scared of a premature delivery. How worried should we be?” asked Charles.

“There is no risk zero, obviously, but that’s part of the reason why Lyanna’s pregnancy is so carefully monitored and why I see her more than my usual patients. But for now, she has never given a reason for us to be worried more than necessary.”

“Do you hear the doc, Charles? I’m okay.”

A few minutes later, as the doctor was examining Lyanna, the future parents had their eyes on the small screen of the monitor, trying to guess the gender.

“So, ready?” asked the doctor.

“More than ready.”

“Well, congratulations, you are going to have a little girl!”

Lyanna turned immediately her head to Charles, waiting for his reaction. His eyes were fixed on the screen, trying to process the information.

“A baby girl? We are having a baby girl.”he finally looked at Lyanna with tears in his eyes.

“I hope you are not disappointed, I know how much you wanted a boy.”

“I don’t care Lya, I just want a healthy baby that’s all. I’m happy. Thank you.” he kissed her forehead.

“I didn’t do all the job, alone. You’re 50% responsible.”

“I guess I owe Pierre 150€ now.”

Lyanna’s last months of her pregnancy went relatively well. Charles was away a lot but always tried to FaceTime her whenever he could. He felt guilty to prioritise his career over her but Lyanna insisted it was fine, that she understood and that she was surrounded by people she trusted and loved. She talked a lot to Kat, Max’s girlfriend who gave birth to a boy named Ethan a little over two months ago. Her advice helped Lyanna a lot and she was probably the only person that could understand exactly what Lyanna and Charles were going through.

May and the Monaco Grand Prix arrived quickly and with it a lot of pressure from the outside. Finishing in P2 last year, Charles really wanted to win this time. Lyanna could not attend but promised him to watch him on the balcony’s of his friends flat and it warmed Charles’ heart. As they were eating lunch, the Thursday before Charles had to go on press duties, Lyanna started to pull out a list from the pocket of her midi dress.

“I started to scribble down a few name ideas for the baby.”

Charles took it from her hands and started to look through it.

“I’m not naming my daughter Guinevere.That’s ridiculous.”

“You have Perceval as a middle name, you’re one to talk.”

“Yeah, as a middle name.Neither am I naming her Monza. Where did you get those ideas?”

“You don’t have to sound so condescending! I was trying to find a name with a meaning to us and you, you are just making fun of me!”

She stood up, tears in her eyes. Charles felt immediately guilty. he knew that lately, Lyanna had the tendency to cry about just anything. A cat on the street? Cries. A praise from Charles? cries. Her favourite food out of stock in the supermarket? Cries. Charles knew and was usually careful about what he was saying around her.

“Love, I’m sorrry, I didn’t mean to sound like that and make you sad. You have wonderful ideas but admit it, these names are not it.”

“I’m just scared we won’t find something that fits her, you know. I want her to be proud of her name.”

“I promise you, we will find the perfect name.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.”

The last few weeks that started to take a toll on her as she couldn’t do anything and was forced to rely on people, which she hated. We were almost mid-June and she was supposed to give birth anytime now. Charles was supposed to leave for the Canadian Grand Prix and wasn’t comfortable with letting Lya alone. She could go into labour at any time now. She refused to admit it but Lya was also scared to see him leave. but he was ahead in the championship leader board and she didn’t want to ask him to stay with her. A day before leaving, Charles spent hours on the phone with his team and ended up making the decision to not race.

And it was the right decision as the late Saturday evening, Lyanna’s water broke. Charles never drove that fast in his life (and that meant something). Lyanna’s delivery were not as smooth as her pregnancy. Nothing had ever hurt as much in her life, to the point that nothing seemed to make the pain go away. She was crying from the pain and it hurt Charles to know that there was nothing he could do. He refused to leave her side, trying to do what he could to distract her but it was pointless.

When the doctor finally arrived, to check how the baby was presenting herself, Charles’ felt like his wolrd was about to collapse.

“A natural delivery is too risky for Lyanna. I would recommend a c-section.”

“What are the risks if I refuse?”

“Lyanna..”

“I want to know, Charles.”

“Life threatening for you and the baby.” told her the doctor.

“That’s it. We are doing it. I’m not arguing with you about that Lya.”

Charles looked at her with pleading eyes and exhausted, Lyanna agreed. A few hours later, baby cries could be heard inside the delivery room. Both Lyanna and Charles were crying from joy and exhaustion.

“A perfectly healthy and beautiful baby girl. I’m giving you privacy.” announced the nurse, giving the newborn to Lyanna.

“Julia.” Whispered Lyanna.

“Julia?” repeated Charles.

“What do you think? As a name? We wanted something meaningful.”

“You want to name her after Jules? Are you sure?”

“Entirely. It fits her, don’t you think?”

Charles looked at his daughter a soft smile playing on his lips.

“Welcome in our family, my Julia. I’m your daddy and I promise that I will do my best to never fail you.”

Charles came out from the delivery room, tears falling of his cheeks. His family was waiting impatiently as Pascale was on the phone with Lyanna’s mom. Everyone stopped when they saw Charles standing in front of the door, exhausted but happy.

“I’m so happy to announce you that Lyanna and I are the parents of a little Julia Rose Renée Pascale Leclerc, born the 16th of June 2025.”

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author's note: First bonus chapter out!!! Just a sweet and fluffy one to begin with Julia's birth. Let me know your thoughts!

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Hi....If you don't mind, can I ask, what are your top 10 (or top 7) favorite media (can be books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series)? Why do you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks....

Thank you for the ask, I don't mind a bit! Though I will say that this particular question sent me into a minor existential crisis, because how on earth could I ever pick just 10 things that I love across all media. I don't know if y'all have picked this up about me yet, but I consume vast amounts of media, like...unbelievable amounts of media, it is my great joy in life. I consulted @bengiyo about how to approach this question, and he suggested a frame to help narrow it down: what are my favorites that someone else recommended to me, that I then felt compelled to recommend to others? Hope you don't mind the tweak! As always, keeping this in the realm of Asian media for this blog, here is what I got:

What Did You Eat Yesterday?

When I met @bengiyo and @waitmyturtles I learned very quickly that this was their all-time favorite, and if I didn't like it we were gonna have a problem (jk but not really). I hadn't watched it on my own because until recently (shoutout to our savior Gagaoolala) it was quite inaccessible and I hadn't yet stumbled onto @isaksbestpillow and found her amazing subs. Luckily, I have impeccable taste and WDYEY is in fact a masterpiece, so they watched me watch it, I lost my mind over how unique and brilliant and technically flawless it was, and we are now all bonded for life over our love for this show, which just returned for a second season and will hopefully continue forever. I love it so much I have even started reading the manga, and I am not a manga girlie by nature (I prefer reading prose), so you can be assured I absolutely will not be shutting up about it anytime soon.

Go Ahead

Credit for this one goes to @ginnymoonbeam for watching it first and then sending up a flare for me as a fellow cdrama enjoyer that this one was worth prioritizing immediately. I love big sprawling family stories that unfold over time, I love digging into intergenerational family trauma, I love good dad characters, I love found family dynamics, and I love a well done romance subplot embedded in a much bigger story, so this show hit so many of my sweet spots. It's #1 on my list of modern cdramas and I would recommend it to anyone.

Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed

Speaking of cdramas, I must give a shoutout to @dangermousie who wrote this post summarizing their favorite danmei novels, which I found when I went looking for recommendations and was trying to figure out a way into this segment of Asian media. I admit I am a bit bougie about my reading material and modality, so I really can't deal with machine translations or reading on html pages, and thus I still have not read some of these as I am patiently waiting for official English translations to become available (me and 2HA are gonna have a party in 2024 I tell you what). I had already heard of The Untamed, of course, because I am a human person who lurks in online spaces, but reading the novel got me significantly more interested, and I quickly fell down a months long rabbit hole that included consuming the novel, the show, and copious amounts of fanfiction. This story is so complex and layered and full of fun mysteries and meaty moral quandaries and interesting family relationships and has an A+ second chance romance and one of my all time favorite characters to boot; it really took over my brain for a minute. And while it hardly needs me to recommend it given how popular it already is, I'm still gonna do it whenever I get the chance.

Mo Du/Silent Reading

And while we're on the subject of danmei, let me give a shoutout to my favorite modern danmei novel, which was recommended to me by an IRL friend who is not on tumblr. Mo Du is a sprawling mystery novel that spans five major interconnected cases, and it centers on an exceedingly competent police captain, Luo Wenzhou, and a young business heir/super genius, Fei Du, who start out with an adversarial relationship (but I bet you can guess what happens next!). The crime stories in this are almost shockingly intricate and every detail comes together in the end without a single loose end, which is impressive enough on its own, but somehow the author (Priest, who some of you will know as the writer of Faraway Wanderers aka Word of Honor) manages to also write a perfectly paced, incredibly compelling love story between the two leads that is layered with complex trauma and psychological hot buttons and secrets and lies that unfold organically alongside the mystery. I am in the middle of re-reading it right now and my love for it only grows stronger. The gif above is from a recent attempt to adapt this into a live-action drama that got quickly canceled, but honestly, the less said about that, the better (though Zhang Xin Cheng will absolutely remain the Fei Du of my heart). With China's censorship laws, there will be no faithful live action version of this story, so I highly recommend reading the novel.

Pachinko

While we're on the subject of novels, I must mention another IRL friend recommendation: Pachinko. This one is a sprawling multi-generational family historical fiction epic that tracks the lives of a Korean family that is forced to migrate to Japan during Japanese occupation in the early 20th Century. Y'all, this book is amazing, and it has now been turned into a television show airing on Hulu that is also quite good (though structured quite differently, but that's another post). I learned a ton of real history in the course of reading this, and I found the journey of Sunja and her family so compelling. The book has a real intersectional lens and digs deep into themes of oppression, racism, class disparity, and sexism, and is rooted in Korean values around filial piety, respect for hard work, religion, moral condemnation, and of course, the importance of food to communicate.

The Great Indian Kitchen

Switching gears, let me give a shoutout to this Indian film that my bestie @neuroticbookworm recently recommended to me and @waitmyturtles. This film is about a modern young woman who enters an arranged marriage with a family of high status (though maybe not of the kind you think) and explores her experience of oppression as a woman in a very patriarchal religious setting. The story is really compelling, I learned about a common experience for women in India, the narrative ended in an unexpected place (in a good way), and I really enjoyed the watch. And this film is on YouTube with good subs which I linked above, so it's quite accessible.

Be Melodramatic

Let's get back to dramas, shall we? I credit this one to @kdramaxoxo, who recommends Be Melodramatic constantly, and thank goodness because otherwise this under appreciated gem would have never landed on my radar. This is a beautiful story about a group of friends who move in together in the wake of personal tragedy and tracks their progress as they heal and move on from their hardships. The themes of grief and growth and change are quite poignant, the relationships, both platonic and romantic, are all very compelling, and the music is beautiful. If you haven't seen it yet, what are you waiting for (@nieves-de-sugui this is definitely a good one to add to your list).

Make it Right

Time for @bengiyo to get another shoutout. This is a Thai bl classic that doesn't get the love it deserves, and he is its number one promoter. I don't know when I would have gotten around to watching this if he hadn't recommended it so highly, and I'm so glad I did. I wrote about this one, why I loved it, and why I think it's under appreciated, and I highly encourage others to give it a try.

Coffee Prince

We will end on an OG kdrama classic, which I watched early on in my kdrama journey thanks to a recommendation from an IRL friend who said it was the best version of the well worn Asian drama genderbend trope that they had ever seen, and my god were they right. Not only was this my first Gong Yoo drama (a life changing experience in and of itself) but this one really took me by surprise for how sharp and progressive it was about gender fluidity, sexual identity, and the struggle toward self-acceptance way back when it aired in 2007. I recommend this one to everyone, and its a great entry point for people who prefer queer media and have (justified) suspicion of mainstream kdrama's treatment of queer narratives.

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The Sweetest Pain

Pt. 3

Photos are not mine. They are courtesy of Pinterest/Google

Pairing: Billy Russo x F! Reader

Warnings: Pregnancy symptoms, labor and delivery. Fluffy bunnies and unicorns, little bit of angst if you squint

Word Count: 3.9k-ish

Summary: After being married for just about a year, you and Billy are about to get some life changing news. You’re really nervous to tell him though, and you’re hoping he’ll be as happy as you are

A/N: So we’re jumping WAY ahead from where we left off with these two. Based off of an ask from my lovely lovely friend Lily @munsonownsmyass she was aching for some tattoo dad Billy Russo. So Lily, my love, I really hope you like this. And if you need a refresher or haven’t read the first two parts, I’ll leave them under the author’s note.

PART 1

PART 2

As always, thank you for reading!  I appreciate it so much and comments, reblogs are welcome and encouraged. Don’t be shy to tell me your favorite part. 💕💕 💕

The anticipation was killing you. It was just sitting on the edge of the bathroom counter, staring at you, mocking you. “Don’t look at it yet! Wait until the timer goes off!” Finally, the timer on your phone went off but you hesitated to look at it. What was it going to say? What was HE going to say?

It’s not like you didn’t talk about kids before you got married but it wasn’t something you were expecting right now. Staring down at the test, the two blue lines were VERY clear. You’re pregnant and you’re hoping Billy will be as excited as you are.

He had been nervous but Billy couldn’t wait to ask you to marry him. He finally had everything he had ever wanted, a successful tattoo business, friends, and a woman that he adored. You understood him, you were patient with him, and you loved him with your whole heart. He wasn’t without faults though.

Billy was stubborn, moody, and had a hard time expressing himself or saying what was on his mind but you learned to navigate the inner workings of your incredibly sweet yet big pain in the ass, husband.

Your wedding was small. Billy didn’t have any family except for his chosen family…Frank, Maria and the kids and even though you had a big family, you didn’t want a big wedding. So a little over a year after you started dating, the two of you exchanged I-do’s in front of close friends and family on the beach on a beautiful warm sunny day.

And now here you were, a year after that lovely June day on the beach, staring down at the pregnancy test telling you that you were going to be a mom and Billy was going to be a dad.

The idea of being a mother brought a smile to your face but scared you at the same time and you were definitely nervous to tell Billy. You had to think of a cute way to tell him and soon.

Billy didn’t take many nights off from the shop, he was always incredibly busy so if you wanted to spend time with him, you had to go to the studio so you just started working the front desk a couple of nights a week. You’d help answer the phone, book appointments, and take deposits.

Women still threw themselves at Billy when they would come in to make an appointment, wanting to talk to him instead of you and he’d always say the same thing…”Just talk to my wife, she’ll take down all your information and book your appointment.”

Narrowing their eyes at you, they’d reluctantly give you their information and the icing on the cake is when you’d hand them their receipt that was signed y/f/n Russo. They always hated that and you knew it. Billy made sure to wink and smile at you every time…he was so in love with you and wanted everyone to know it.

It was a Sunday evening, Billy’s only real day off was Sunday so you decided that today was the day you were going to tell him you’re pregnant.

You had already had your first doctor’s appointment two weeks ago and it was just to confirm you actually were indeed pregnant. They estimated at that time you were around six weeks along.

Finding a clever way to tell your tattoo artist husband that the two of you were going to be parents was difficult until you found these temporary tattoos online.

They were used for monthly updates for pictures showing how far along you are so you emailed the online shop asking if they could make one that said “8 weeks” so you could surprise Billy with a “new tattoo.” The woman who owned the shop thought it was such a cute idea and she would be happy to do that for you.

Growing up in the system, Billy was alone. He didn’t have parents to guide him, teach him, or protect him so he didn’t have anyone he could go to with problems that he had. Being alone was the only thing he had ever known until the Marines. How would he know how to be a parent if he didn’t have them? And that scared him.

You tried to ease his fears by telling him that it’s not like you had any idea how to be a mother either. Your own mother was a terrible parent, she wasn’t someone you wanted to model your parenting skills after so you told him that the only thing you were sure about was that you didn’t want to be like her.

The two of you would do this together, learn as you go because that’s what first time parents do. After that, Billy seemed less anxious and a lot more open to the idea of having a baby someday.

You were trying to remember a time where you were more nervous and you couldn’t think of one. Even on your wedding day you weren’t this nervous.

After applying the tattoo to your stomach, you stood in the bathroom waiting for it to dry with Billy out in the living room. The nauseous feeling kept coming and going, was it nerves or the start of morning sickness?

“Just go out there and tell him.” You silently told yourself.

Walking back out into the living room, he looked up from his book and smiled that perfect smile at you.

“Hey there, beautiful. Thank you for cooking tonight, it was delicious.” He said.

You gave him a warm smile back. “You’re welcome, handsome.”

Your heart was pounding as you stared into his liquid brown eyes, trying to keep your focus on him and what you wanted to tell him.

“Sweet girl, are you ok? You look a little pale.” He said.

You tried to smile. “Yeah, baby I’m fine.” Your voice was unsteady and you took a slow deep breath. “I just—I have something to tell you. Well, more like show you.”

Billy looked slightly confused and a little concerned, like he was wondering if you were alright. A spasm of worry moved across his face.

You inched closer to him so he was almost eye level with your stomach.

“Baby, come on. What is it?”

Releasing your deep breath, you lifted your shirt slightly, exposing your stomach.

“I got a new tattoo.” You said with a slight hitch in your voice. “Do you like it?”

Billy rested his hands on your hips and carefully looked at what was printed on your belly. He narrowed his eyes and trying to figure out what it meant.

8 Weeks

Suddenly, the color drained from his face and his eyes got wide.

“A-are you…pregnant?” He asked, his voice catching in his throat.

Tears pricked your eyes, you were shaking slightly as you bit down on your bottom lip and nodded because you couldn’t get any words out.

“We’re gonna have a baby?” He asked, resting his hand against your stomach.

Your hands were still trembling as a tear streaked down your cheek. “Y-yes Billy. We’re gonna have a baby.” You said nervously.

The color had not returned to Billy’s face when he stood up and walked over to the glass doors. This made you uneasy. You never really talked about WHEN you wanted to start a family and you were terrified that he just wasn’t ready yet but you weren’t either.

He was silent as he stood at the windows, looking out at the city skyline. He ran his fingers through is dark hair, and you were still standing over by the couch, scared to move as if your legs would give out on you if you tried to go to him.

It was difficult to see with tears blurring your vision, ready to spill over and leave tracks down your cheeks. Slowly, you started to move toward him, knees shaking, with your heart beating out of your chest.

Billy was still facing the windows when you walked up behind him, but scared to touch him. Before your hands could make contact with his shoulder, you pulled back and started to walk away from him when he turned to face you and took your hand in his. His onyx colored eyes shined like two chips of glass as the early evening sun flooded in through the window.

With your eyes still swimming with tears, you were finally able to say something. “Billy…I’m so sor—“

But he didn’t let you finish before his lips seized yours, his fingers entangled in your hair as he nipped at your jaw and peppered kisses up and down your neck.

The air was ripped from your throat, tearing away your voice as Billy continued to kiss you, parting your lips with his tongue and in between kisses, telling you over and over how much he loved you.

After finding your voice again, you asked him. “You’re not mad, baby?”

“Mad? Why would I be mad, sweet girl?” He asked, wiping your tears away.

You sobbed into his chest. “You got so quiet after I told you, I thought that maybe you were upset. I know we talked about waiting a little while before having kids but h-how do you feel about it?”

Billy swiped your tears away with both thumbs and a smirk played against his lips.

“I couldn’t be happier, my love. I’m terrified…but I really couldn’t be happier.” And he leaned forward to kiss you again.

“We’re gonna be parents, Billy.” You said, looking up into his beautiful dark brown eyes.

Nervously, Billy placed his hand on your stomach. “You’ll help me, right? The first time Frankie handed Lisa to me, I had no idea how to hold her or anything, so I just gave her back after a minute.”

“Gave her back.” You chuckled and placed your hand on top of his. “We’ll help each other, baby. I don’t know what I’m doing either. I do know how to hold a baby though.” You said with a light laugh.

“I’d say that’s a good start then, sweet girl.” Said Billy as he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulled you into a tight embrace.

**********

Keeping your pregnancy a secret long enough to make it through the first trimester was difficult. You wanted to tell people but decided to wait until around 12 weeks which was perfect timing because that’s around when you started to experience morning sickness. And one of those times was during a picnic at the Castle house.

“Is she ok?” Frank asked, taking a sip of his beer. “She’s been in there a long time.”

Billy tried to brush it off like it wasn’t a big deal. “Yeah, Frankie…she’s fine. She just uh, hasn’t been feeling great lately.” He said as he bit back a smile.

Frank narrowed his eyes, looked at Billy, then looked toward the house and back at Billy again.

“I noticed she’s not drinkin’ either, she didn’t drink on the 4th of July a couple weeks ago.” Frank said as you came walking out of the front door.

“You use the mouthwash, sweetheart?” Frank asked with a sly grin.

You mouth dropped open and you playfully scolded Billy. “You told him I’m pregnant, Billy?!”

Frank started to laugh, Billy smiled and shook his head back and forth.

“I didn’t, sweet girl. YOU just did though.” Billy said with a sly smile.

Everyone at the picnic offered their congratulations. All of the other artists from Billy’s tattoo shop were there, Maria, and the Castle children were all very excited for you and Billy.

“Do you guys know what you’re having yet!?” Shortcake asked excitedly.

You could feel the warmth rise to your cheeks, you really weren’t used to being the center of attention.

“Oh, we find out next month what we’re having.” You said.

Frank looked at you and Billy, trying hard to contain his smile but he couldn’t. “The only thing I’m gonna say is that Frankie works for a boy or a girl.”

**********

And at your 16 week appointment, you and Billy found out you were having a girl. So you had five months to prepare for the arrival of little baby girl Russo but you wanted to keep her name to yourselves until she was born.

Everyone kept bothering you because they wanted to know what her name was going to be but it was a secret and you swore Billy to secrecy also.

In his spare time, Billy worked hard to help you prepare the nursery. He also went out of his way to make sure you were comfortable, always asking if you needed anything, and taking care of late night cravings.

He had painted a beautiful traditional tattoo themed mural on the wall and painted her name above her crib. He stayed up all night to finally finish it. Billy knew it would be one less thing you’d have to worry about as your pregnancy progressed.

“Keep those eyes closed, baby.” Billy said.

You smiled as he held your hand and led you into the nursery. “They’re closed, Billy. What is this about?”

“Ok, open your eyes.” He told you.

Blinking your eyes open, you took everything in. The room was finished…the mural, the crib and changing table were put together. Everything looked absolutely perfect.

Your eyes were swimming with tears as you choked out. “Billy…this is—this is—“ You stopped to try and compose yourself.

A look of worry washed over him. “Oh god you hate it, don’t you.” He said.

Violently shaking your head and rushing to cup his cheeks. “No, no, no Billy! I LOVE it. This is—so beautiful.” And you pulled him close to capture his lips.

“I’m really excited to meet her.” You whispered.

Billy gently held you against his chest and whispered back. “I am too, baby.”

**********

You started to get nervous as your due date got closer. All of the first time mom nerves took a back seat to the fact that you were due to give birth in January.

It had been unseasonably cold so far this winter and there had already been a couple of significant snowfalls in December. What if you went into labor during a snowstorm? What if you couldn’t get to a hospital in time?

About five days away from your due date, Billy had moved his client to the morning so he would be home early because they were predicting a bad snowstorm. But it started to snow earlier than expected and this storm was fast moving so it dropped a decent amount of snow in a short period of time.

At the height of the storm is when you suddenly started to feel pain in your back and your lower belly.

Were you in labor? This was your first baby, you were unsure of what labor pains felt like so you just started to time them. Even after reading books on pregnancy, you still weren’t sure and started to feel anxious.

Billy was at the tattoo studio and you were home alone, in labor. Surprised at how quickly you reacted, you promptly called 911 and then called Billy.

“Hey beautiful. You enjoying the snow?” He asked.

Trying to smile in between contractions, you took a deep breath before answering him. “Uh, well…here’s the thing. I think I’m in labor, Billy.”

“Labor?! Now?!! No, no, you’re not due for five more days!” He said nervously.

You winced at the pain. “Yeah, well the low pressure must have jumpstarted my labor because the little miss wants out and she wants out NOW! These contractions are intense and getting closer together. I called the ambulance so just meet me at the hospital, ok?”

“Well I’m glad I finished that tattoo early, then. Ok, ok I’ll see you soon…I hope. I love you.” He said.

You smiled through the contraction. “I love you too, handsome.”

Inside Anvil tattoo studio

Billy hung up and called out for Frank.

“Frankie! I gotta go…y/n is in labor!” He shouted, his heart in his throat at the thought of you dealing with labor pains all by yourself.

“What?! Now?!! Ok, ok relax. My truck has four-wheel drive, let’s go!” Frank yelled. “Are we picking her up, what are we doin’?”

Billy violently shook his head. “No, no. She called the ambulance. I can’t miss this, Frankie.”

“You’re not gonna miss it but we gotta go, Bill. Now!” Frank said.

**********

You arrived at the hospital too late for an epidural. After they brought you to a holding room, they checked and you were 9 cm dilated, your labor progressed faster than you expected.

The nurse furrowed her brow. “Oh honey, you’re at 9! You’re gonna have that baby soon!” She said excitedly.

It was very overwhelming having all of those people around you, doctors and nurses trying to keep you calm while wheeling you to a delivery room. But all you wanted was your husband by your side but he wasn’t there yet and you found yourself whispering internally “Hold on, baby girl. Just hold on a little longer until your dad gets here.”

Walking into the delivery room, the doctor asked you where the father was and you had to tell her that you didn’t know and last you knew he was on his way but obviously the snow was a bit of a problem.

You had been at the hospital for about 45 minutes when they told you it was time to push. You felt your heart shatter and your eyes welled up with tears…Billy still wasn’t here yet.

You had already done one set of pushes when you heard some commotion out in the hallway and the door flew open and Billy rushed in, snowflakes still stuck in his black beanie, and out of breath.

“Did I miss it?! Am I too late?!” He said, panting.

Tears streamed down your cheeks but you managed a smile. “BILLY!”

“You didn’t miss it Dad, but she’s getting ready to push again. Come take her leg.” The doctor said.

Billy threw his jacket on the floor and rushed over to hold your leg when you started to push again. He kissed you on the forehead and apologized for being late.

“Your hands are freezing!!!” You yelled as he grabbed your leg.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” He said, trying to warm up his hands before touching you again.

After three sets of pushes, she was here. Ten perfect little fingers and ten perfect little toes and everything in between, she was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

The nurses cleaned her off, wrapped her up and placed her in your arms. One of your tears fell and landed directly on the tip of her little nose. Gazing down at her, she had the same color hair as Billy and she had your nose. She was the perfect combination of the two of you.

After a couple of feedings and a couple of naps, you felt up to having visitors but since it was snowing, the only visitors that made it were Frank and Billy’s tattoo artist friends from the studio since they were relatively close by.

You had a hard time prying the little miss away from Shortcake, she was just head over heels in love with her. And she actually pouted when she handed the baby to Frank which made you chuckle.

“Hey there, pretty girl.” Frank said in his low gruff voice which the baby seemed to like. “So do we get to know your name or are mom and dad still keeping it a secret?”

In the midst of all the chaos, both you and Billy completely forgot to tell everyone what her name was.

“Well Frank…say hello to your goddaughter, Anna. Anna Raven Russo.” You said.

With a stunned look on his face, Frank looked at you and Billy. “Raven? L-like my call sign Raven?” He asked with a hitch in his voice.

Billy looked at you then back over at Frank. “Well you did say you wouldn’t mind the baby being named after you. So…is it ok? Uncle Frankie?” Billy asked.

Frank’s eyes were bright with unshed tears and a smirk played across his face, trying to play off at how touched he was. He looked down at little Anna and back to you and Billy.

“Ok? It’s—it’s more than ok.” He said. “I really have a goddaughter?”

“Yes Frank, you really have a goddaughter.” You said.

Nothing like a tiny baby to reduce a rough and tough marine to a big ball of mush.

“I’m gonna spoil her rotten, you know that right? She’s gonna come with us to the zoo, she’s gonna learn how to work on cars, and I’m gonna give her all the candy she wants.” Said Frank.

Everyone laughed as Anna started to stir. She let out a tiny cry which apparently was a sign that everyone should leave.

Frank handed her back to Billy but not before placing a gentle kiss on her little forehead and they all said their goodbyes. The nurse mentioned that it might be a good idea for you to try and get some sleep.

When everyone left, the three of you were alone together for the first time since she was born. Billy leaned in to give you a kiss and kissed Anna on her forehead.

“Am I doin’ this right, baby?” He asked.

You just smiled at him. “You’re a natural, my love.”

Billy smiled his perfect smile back at you as he held Anna in his arms.

“Why don’t you try and get some sleep, sweet girl. I’ll hold her until she wakes up.” He said as he leaned forward to give you another gentle kiss on the lips. “But before you do, I just need to tell you…” he paused. “That nothing in my life has been easy except loving you…and now loving the little miss, here.”

Your vision became blurry with tears, his handsome features were hard to make out until the tears fell and you kissed him back.

“I love you too, Billy…WE love you.” You said looking down at Anna and back up to meet Billy’s gaze.

“Looks like I have another tattoo to get.” Billy said. “You think Andy will be able to tattoo Anna’s name on me, or is that asking too much?” He laughed.

Pondering that thought, you responded. “Hmmmm…I dunno, you sure you wanna risk him not spelling it right?”

The two of you exchanged laughs.

The image of Billy sitting on the couch, smiling and whispering to Anna was the last thing you saw before drifting off to sleep. Quickly, you snapped a picture before your tired eyelids finally gave in, everything went dark, and you went on to have the shortest but best nap of your life.

Up until the birth of your daughter, you thought the sweetest pain was being tattooed. The pain was temporary but the end result was a beautiful permanent work of art. However, there was definitely another kind of sweet pain and that beautiful work of art was fast asleep in her father’s arms.

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Today was orthotics appointment. It is at hospital I don't like, Dad not like too because bad parking. When we get there, it was very full loud waiting room. So we wait outside the room in the corridor.

The orthotist Kirsty is very nice! With nice accent. It was loud bad place at first with other patients talking loud - even with noise cancelling headphones I struggle and get very anxious but also feel stuck could not stim like I need. I could not hear what Kirsty or Dad said because the other voices noises were louder even with noise cancelling headphones ☹️.

They could see I didn't cope, so she very kindly, look in other quiet room to see if it is empty. (Usually I go to that room). Yes, it is! So we go in there.

Then talk a lot about old AFOs. And Dad show my list of what is not-good about them. She look at my walking with shoes AND without shoes, and examine look at my legs and feet and move about and feel how hypermobile I am. And where my calf muscles is a bit tight.

She agree that my current AFOs don't work. So we try something different new. Dad showed my pictures of what I think might be better for me. So, she say they can do a similar style of rigid plastic AFO on the outside, with an inner "anklet" that is thinner more flexible plastic going around my ankle and over the top of my foot. Then that part will go inside the bigger rigid AFOs. And, I can have better straps that isn't so bulky and too tough to undo by myself. (They will just go once over, instead of through a ring and double back).

Then, she do a SCAN!! Instead of casts this time :D. I have to hold very very still it takes a LOT of concentration and effort. But I did very well. Dad said the shape of my leg showed up slowly on the screen when she did the light scanner in stripes. I didn't see that because I had to concentrate very much to stay still.

They had to stick a wire to the front of my leg for the scanner. And the tape stuck to my leg hair! And ripped some off when I took it off, ouch! But it was okay, not too sore, just mostly funny. Dad joked about is his genetics for the leg hair.

Overall, very successful appointment and it went much better than I expected! I am still very anxious about it all, because we have several attempts already that didn't work. But, Dad says we will keep on trying until we get exactly what works for me.

I always feel overwhelmed and exhausted after appointment. And always feel like I didn't communicate everything I want to - even with prepare with other people and they say things for me, even if I try try try so hard to do words, it just doesn't happen at the time. And I have automatic response to just nod head "yes" at almost everything, even if I didn't process or understand. So I worry that I seem to say "yes" or agree to things that I don't mean. Especially when I know that there was a lot of talking at the appointment that I didn't process at all. I feel so utterly lost all the time - and there is no way to really express how that affects me my whole entire life.

I hate my inability to communicate ☹️☹️. It goes WAY beyond just not able to speak. Even with all the tools and aids and help from other people... majority of the time it is simply near-impossible for me to interact with another person. It is everything about how I interact with everyone, my whole life long. And then I feel like anything that goes wrong or doesn't work is my fault for not able to communicate or explain something.

Anyway. I am knackered now, so time for rest and Celtic Woman DVD 😄. I try not to think about it anymore, just distract. And try to keep hope, but not too much, so I don't get too disappointed.

I have lemonade (Dad quickly go to shop and buy so I can have my usual fizzy drink treat after appointment 😄, thanks Dad!). And I have snack. And DVD. 😊

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Thank You For Your Patience!! (Sinful Sunday Post)

As a thank you for being patient and sweet while I sorted my life out, I'm gonna post 4 lil Sinful Sunday snippets today! These will NOT be posted to ao3 until their debut! Get em while they're hot

Part 2: Love bites but so do I- Jacob x Bella x Edward

Chapter 6 Preview: 👀

For about one week, everything between the three of them is great. Like literally everything. Now that their rivalry has fizzled out, school, life, all ran smoother. The sex wasn’t half bad either. Even if it was limited to times when they could stay at Edward’s. 

In addition, the newest civility between the two boys helps get Charlie off their backs faster than anyone expected. He still hovered the usual parental amount, made sure both boys left right at curfew, and implemented a ‘under no circumstances were they allowed in Bella’s room,’ rule but overall the newest ‘alliance’ had vanished a lot of uncomfortable anxieties for all parties. 

Bella can't even begin to explain how much better it’s been making her feel. 

She’s on her way to get lunch with Jake when Charlie catches her attention.

“So, how long were you gonna wait until you told me you were dating both of them?”

Bella isn't sure if her face blushes, or loses its color when she turns to face her father. Her voice doesn't do her any favors either, cracking as she stuttered out an unconvincing, 

“Wh-what?”

“Come on Bells,” he rolls his eyes playfully, “I'm old but I’m not an idiot.”

“No, of course you're not,” she agrees, trying to decide just how honest she should be.

“So? How long?”

“Honestly, I- didn't know if it was going to work out myself.” It certainly wasn’t an option they would have even considered three years ago. 

“Has it,” Charlie presses and she can tell its intentions are genuine.

“So far, surprisingly well, yeah.”

“And they’re, you know, good to you?”

“Yeah dad,” She smiles, subconsciously reaching for the bracelet on her wrist. “They really are.”

“You told your mom yet?”

“God no,” Bella laughs, shaking her head. 

“Yeah,” Charlie smirks over the lip of his mug, “probably a good call.”

It’s quiet the way it’s always quiet right before Charlie is about to launch into an uncomfortable lecture. Bella internally braces herself. 

“Okay I feel like we really should have The Talk now.”

“NOPE,” She says, fighting the urge to cover her ears and run out of the room. “No, trust me, we really, really don’t need to!”

“I know Billy would probably be happy as a clam to be a grandfather but I tell ya Bella, I’m not ready-”

“GOT IT! THANK YOU CHARLIE, Bella shouts, her hands planted firmly over her ears now. “I’M LEAVING! NOW!” 

---

They are back over at Edward’s house. The Cullen’s are out again on a hunt. All minus Edward who went yesterday so he could be available for Date Night tonight. They are supposed to go see the new Leo Dicaprio movie. She’s more than a little excited for it.

At least she was, until they opened the door to a very anxious looking Jacob Black. 

“Hey, are you alright,” Bella asks first. 

Jacob fights with everything in him not to scoff angrily at her. He’s practically vibrating out of his skin he’s so worked up. He pushes aggressively past their bodies into the house and towards the ktichen. He’s fucking starving. Which is frustrating because he just ate twenty minutes ago. He shouldn’t be hungry again. 

“Why do you smell different?”

Edward is the first to notice the change in atmosphere. Which he should have guessed. Enhanced senses and whatever. He should feel relieved he noticed, but compouding with the hunger pains, unusual body aches, and fever he’s fighting, he’s not in the mood. He continues his trajectory toward the fridge. Pointedly trying not to accidentally think the answer. 

“Oh…” Edward exhales.

Well, guess he fucked that. Jake slams the door of Edward’s empty fridge hard. 

“Why do you even have a fridge!” 

“Hey! Jacob,” Bella scolds, though her face screams worry.  

“If you need help-” Edward starts to offer. Jake cuts him off. 

“Get the fuck out of my head!”  

“It doesn't work like that, and you know it,” Edward points out. 

“Guys,” Bella sighs. 

“Doesn't mean you get free reign to act on information that wasn't consciously given!” 

“GUYS!”

“But, I don’t understand,” Edward continued anyway, “I thought- Bella said you turned down the chance to be Alpha?”

“Yeah, well, evidently, my body didn't get the memo…” Jacob snarls.  

“Do you have someone to help you take care of it,” Edward asks. 

“What do you think?”

“Will someone PLEASE tell me what the hell is going on,” Bella demands.

“It's- complicated,” Edward answers for Jacob. The werewolf sends him a scathing look for his trouble.  

“And personal and none of your fucking business!”

“Jacob,” Bella pleads. 

“Sam? Leah? Emily,” Edward offers, pushing past the man’s attitude for the true issue at hand. 

“Yeah right,” Jacob scoffs hatefully. “They can't stand to be in the same room with me!”

“Little judgemental of them isn't it? Doesn’t it happen to them too?”

“Doesn’t what happen,” Bella asks again but the boys continue to ignore her. 

“Not- because of that. Because of…us,” Jacob finally admits, motioning between the three of them. 

Edward’s eyebrows scrunch together in confusion. 

“But I thought Sam said-”

“Guess he changed his mind.”

Edward’s teeth clench hard and Bella’s worry only compounds until she bursts. 

“Okay, is ANYONE going to fill me in now? I’d REALLY appreciate it!”

“Our families,” Edward sighs before a deprecating laugh bursts through his mask of real pain. “don’t approve of our relationship.”

“Oh. Well,” Bella says gently, moving closer to Jake to intertwine their fingers, “we didn't really think they would, right? I mean, Charlie was honestly a huge surprise.” 

Jake laughs, but its as bitter as Edward’s just a moment ago. 

“Enough that I’m unwelcome back on the reservation.” 

“WHAT? Jake, I-” Bella starts to apologize but Edward is pivoting past one trauma to continue the line of questioning from before. 

“What happens to you, if you don't get what you need?”

“...I don't know,” Jake admits, hands starting to tremble, “No one will tell me anything about it!”

“Hey, we're here,” Bella offers, pushing into Jake’s chest for a hug. 

“No,” he shouts before jumping away. “I-I have to go. I can't-, I don't know what’s going to happen to me. What I'm going to turn into. I can't hurt you. Either of you.” 

“You won’t hurt me,” Edward reassures.

“You don't know that!”

Edward shrugs. 

“On your best days you can’t outfight me.”

Jacob scoffs irritably. 

“I knew coming here was a mistake.”

“Jake, please,” Bella begs, her own tears lining her eyes because she doesn’t understand what's going on, why he's pushing her away. Them away. “Let us help you!” 

“You can’t,” Jake dismisses dejectedly, “Not with this.”

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When It's All Over (Reiner Braun x Marleyan!Reader)

Word count: 2 130

Disclaimer: english is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistakes

Summary: You and Reiner have a little talk about your future after the Rumbling.

This story can be read on its own or as a part of my little post-war series: House by the ocean

When It's All Over

The night was cold, almost freezing. And you never liked such weather. But right now, when you were sitting on the edge of the cliff... on the very edge of Fort Salta, with the empty hangars and military buildings behind your back, you appreciated the cold wind more than ever. It was a miracle, that you were still here and able to feel it kissing your cheeks and ruffling your hair.

Just a few hours ago it didn′t look like you would see another sunset, let alone a beautiful starry night with a full moon directly above your head. You still felt the urge to throw up, scream and cry, when you thought about what had happened right there before your eyes.

The Founding Titan...

His army of Colossal Titans...

The Rumbling...

„There you are,“ somebody said, bringing you back to reality once again. Before you had the chance to turn your head and look for that person, a thick blanket covered your slightly shivering body. „I was looking for you everywhere. Even gathered the courage to ask your father about your whereabouts.“

„That was very heroic of you.“ With an almost invisible smile, Reiner Braun sat down next to you, letting his legs hang off the cliff′s edge. You were sitting the same way. It was somehow comforting feeling absolutely nothing under your feet. „Why were you looking for me?“

„Don't we deserve some alone time after all that happened?“

„Yeah,“ you breathed out quietly, wrapping the blanket around your body tighter.

With you and Reiner... it was more than complicated. Mainly because he was an Eldian and you a Marleyan. Despite that, you loved him like nobody else in the whole wide world and perhaps from the very first moment you saw him. It was more than four years ago, back at the military HQ in Liberio, when you went to visit your dad at work.

The two of you bumped into each other in the hallway, apologizing and laughing until you felt your cheeks get red and until Reiner couldn′t look you in the eyes any longer. Even now, after so many horrifying things and events, it was a very sweet memory you treasured in your heart.

It was a source of comfort, while the rest of the world was in ruins. While your home and all the places you once knew... almost all the people... were gone and never coming back.

„When I heard my father and his colleagues talk about all of this... about the potential danger of the Rumbling... I...“

It was impossible to put your feeling into words. Impossible from the moment, when you saw it all with your own eyes and were more than sure, that it′s the end. Of you, your family, and everything other as well.

When you were standing there, with eyes filled with tears of pure terror, while the Founding Titan and his Titans were getting closer, you felt fear like never before. It was the sudden realization, that death was lurking right there beside you, just patiently waiting to pull you through the Veil and into the world of the deceased.

You could feel your own blood freeze in your veins from the sheer horror, that was squeezing your body in a tight grip. The earth beneath your feet was shaking more and more with every step the Titans took, while their body heat was filling the air all around you, making it hard to breathe.

„It′s over now, we don′t have to talk about it,“ Reiner said softly, reaching for one of your hands. Pulling it away was pure instinct, that′s why he didn′t say anything. He simply waited a couple of seconds, until you were the one, who interlocked your fingers. „It′s over and it′s never gonna happen again.“

„So you′re not the Armored Titan anymore, right?“ He shook his head, lifting your joined hands and gently kissing your knuckles. Such a small and innocent gesture made shivers run down your back like many times before when the two of you were hiding from everyone to escape punishment. „And you won′t die in two years.“ This time you weren′t asking.

„Seems like I have to come up with some plans for the future now.“

You smiled and moved closer, so your right thigh was touching his left. Without even the slightest hesitation, Reiner wrapped one of his strong arms around your shivering shoulders and pulled you even closer to his body. Your eyes closed almost immediately, your body relaxing against his.

„You can't even imagine how glad I am, that you made it here from Liberio. If you stayed there...“

With a smile, you looked up and kissed his neck. „Well, Mr. Leonhart didn't really give my father a choice, he and some other Eldians took him as hostage. And he wasn′t willing to obey without me coming as well.“

You weren′t angry with the Eldians from the Liberio Internment zone. All they wanted to do, was survive. And if it wasn′t for them and their connection to Eren and Ymir, all of you would be dead. Nobody would know, that the Rumbling was heading right at Liberio. But this way, you got the chance to escape before the immediate danger was upon you.

„You should thank Annie′s father for that,“ you joked, opening your eyes once more. Exhaustion was catching up to you, but simply laying down and sleeping seemed impossible after such a day. „It seems, that our relationship got a second chance today. Maybe now we can finally be happy together. No more hiding and lying about being in love.“

„Do you really think that society is going to change their opinions about us Eldians? After all of this? If it wasn′t for us...“

„But in the end, it was also you, who saved the world. Without your Titan powers or the Survey Corps there would be nothing left, only Paradis Island.“

When you were younger, you too believed that only devils lived in that place. Filthy demons, who slaughtered many of your ancestors back in the day. You believed, that Eldians living in Liberio′s Internment zone deserved how they were treated. And then you met Reiner Braun and everything started to change. He made you see the world through his eyes and suddenly many things started to make more sense to you. Slowly, but you understood, that your father′s way of thinking wasn′t right. The whole Marleyan military was in the wrong when it came to Eldians in many things.

„Look, it was you, who made me see this world in a different light. You opened my eyes and showed me, that what I′ve been taught all my life was wrong and cruel. I had no reason to hate your people, Reiner. Not the ones, who are alive today. You shouldn′t be punished for the things your ancestors committed many years ago.“

With a heavy sigh, Reiner kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer to his body, so there was no space left between the two of you. With that one gesture alone he told you absolutely everything – he never again wanted to let go of you. Not for a single second.  

Maybe not for your father or other people, but for you it felt so right. Being there, with him and in his arms, where you felt completely safe, loved, and appreciated.

„I love you so much,“ you whispered, resting your head against his chest.

Just a few hours back, you felt unimaginable sadness and pain, when the realization, that you won′t see him ever again hit you. There were many things you wanted to tell him. Many emotions you wanted to make him feel in your presence.

„And If you want to spend your future with me, I promise never to leave your side. I′ll love you for all eternity and even longer,“ you added, finally feeling some sense of relief. Mainly at the moment when Reiner smiled, bowed his head, and gently pressed his lips against your forehead.

„You know, what kept me going the whole time?“ Reiner asked, his hand sliding from your shoulders to your waist. „I was thinking about you and my mom. I knew I had to try everything to stop Eren. Even if I only had a glimpse of hope, that the two of you were still alive somehow and that I would see you again.“ His whole body tensed up, as he was saying those words, while his head rested on top of yours.

You tried not to think about the moment all Eldians here at the fort turned into Titans, including his mom. All hell broke loose at that moment and you were even more sure, that you were going to die.

It was more than sure, that nightmares about this day will haunt you for a long time.

The saddest part? It all happened because of people like you.

„I′ll probably never forgive myself for all the things I′ve done. If it wasn′t for Marley, the nine Titans, and us...“

You shook your head, not letting him continue. There was no point in reliving all those traumatic moments. You knew very well, how badly all those years affected Reiner. He cried in your arms many times before, loathing the reality of still being alive and having to continue fighting for Marley. You wanted to help him more than anything, but there was simply nothing you could do. Your father was just another member of the military, nobody special or high-ranking. And even if he was, helping an Eldian wouldn′t be his priority. Not even when it came down to one of the Warriors.

„It′s over now, Reiner,“ you reminded him, noting the very moment he started crying. It wasn′t long before a few tears slipped down your cheeks as well. You never met that boy, Eren Jaeger, but Reiner told you a few things about him. About the Eren Jaeger, he got to know during his mission on Paradis. Not about that version of him, that ended up wanting to eradicate all life outside that unfortunate island. „I′m so sorry it had to end this way. For many of you.“

„Guess we didn′t have any other choice.“

„Guess not,“ you agreed, taking a deep breath and trying to stop your tears.

„And now... we have to face a whole new reality.“ You nodded, hugging him as tightly as possible. Both of you needed it after all that happened. „Do you know what you want to do now?“

„Live,“ you said without thinking about it too much. „With you, hopefully.“

„I would like that,“ Reiner answered, grabbing your chin gently and tilting your head back. He wanted to get a better look at your face and your teary eyes, which matched his own. „You have no idea how many times I′ve dreamed about a future with you by my side. Despite everything that wanted to keep us apart.“

„All of those things are gone now,“ you assured him, meeting his lips in a sweet long kiss. It felt like an eternity since you got the chance to do it when in reality only a few days passed.

„Your father...“

„I′ll talk to him, don't worry.“ It won′t be easy, but you were determined to make him change his mind about Reiner. You deserved to be happy and you knew, that nobody would make you happier than him. „And if all fails, we can just run away. I don′t care anymore. I want you and only you.“

„Where would we go?“ he asked, tracing your jaw with tiny innocent kisses.

„We′ll look for a safe and nice place until we find it somewhere. All that′s going to matter, is the fact that we′ll be together.“

Reiner carefully moved away from the edge of the cliff, pulling you with him. He sat you on his lap, cupping your cheeks and tasting your lips once again. At that moment, in that one small kiss, you could feel all the pain and sorrow which were hidden deep within his soul. But they didn't scare you. You knew exactly who Reiner Braun was and you loved every little part of him.

„I love you with all my heart, Y/N, from the bottom of my soul,“ Reiner whispered into your lips, his thumbs gently wiping away your tears, while you did the same for him. „And I can′t imagine my life without you.“

You wanted to say so many words, but suddenly none of them mattered. All that did, was the moment the two of you found yourself in. After surviving the end of the world, it was finally only you and Reiner. In that moment and for all eternity.

[momoee300]

˗ˋˏ 𝒮ℴ𝓁𝒾𝓉𝒶𝒾𝓇ℯ ˎˊ-

Notes: I was a little late but I didn't like what I was writing hahaha 🙂‍↔️

TW: None.

•─────⋅☾ Chapter one ☽⋅─────•

𓇢𓆸

I was sitting on the stairs at the entrance of the Sakamaki mansion, that driver had helped me bring down a small brown suitcase. Apparently the real Chiyo doesn't have many belongings.

I hugged my legs as I thought about my situation, the cold air chilled my skin and chilled my bones.

Why is this happening, what happened to the real Chiyo, should I run away?

I pulled my cell phone out of my right coat pocket, I didn't have a password so I just went in and checked Chiyo's contacts.

Let's see...Priest...Yue...Dad.

Apparently he only has those three numbers, that damn priest I won't even consider. We'll leave it at two contacts; Dad and Yue. I tried my luck calling Dad but it went straight to voicemail. I tried that Yue guy and he didn't pick up either.

So...I'm completely left to my own devices. I don't even own this body...why do I feel like this?

I let out a sigh as I put my hands to my face, I had many doubts but no answers. My only advantage was that I knew the characters, my disadvantage was that I am not special like the protagonist. I took a deep breath analyzing my options, running away was not one of them, I had nowhere to go. The only thing left was to face my reality.

I really don't want to do it, but there are no other alternatives. If there is a God, I only ask him something. Let me live.

I thought as I stood up, feeling anxious. I was about to enter a dangerous place without a plan in mind, but it was simply impossible for me to think. Maybe it was because I was feeling so overwhelmed.

I grabbed the handle of my suitcase to at least have my belongings, plucked up my courage and knocked on the door three times. I waited patiently at the door for someone to open it for me.

The huge door creaked as it opened, a tall man opened it and when he noticed my presence he spoke.

"Excuse me, I was not informed that someone was coming. So I will ask who are you?" he asked very respectfully.

"Ah..yes, my name is Chiyo Kuse. Nice to meet you" I nodded slightly while lowering my gaze to the ground, I was being cautious.

Reiji looks even more elegant in person, he looks so cool.

"Well, Miss Kuse, what brings you to the Sakamaki residence?" he asked as he judged me with his gaze. It seemed like she was somehow already picking out flaws in me.

I'd better speak the truth, the more naive I appear the better chance I have of survival.

"I come on behalf of the church" I replied trying to remain composed on the outside even though inside I was feeling overwhelmed and distressed.

"So from the church..." He mumbled, looking somewhat doubtful of my words. "You'd better come in, such a fragile girl shouldn't be outside in this cold."

Apparently I'm not the only one who noticed. This body seems to be very delicate.

I nodded slightly, took my things with me until I was inside. I looked around, the interior was stupidly elegant and majestic. It felt like they were important.

"My name is Reiji Sakamaki" He formally introduced himself, making me turn my attention back to him. I heard the sound of something being dragged, I turned in the direction of the noise and looked at a butler taking my suitcase and disappearing into the shadows.

"Don't be distressed, they are taking your belongings to your room." He said nonchalantly. "Follow me."

With that he started walking, I was right behind him. I'd be lying if I said it was fine, of course it wasn't. Me being a fan of games I know that they are really...questionable people.

That's right Yui...is she here yet? Did I arrive before the events of the plot happened?

I was thinking a lot about it, if she had already arrived it would be better for me. No one would even notice I existed.

A throat clearing snapped me out of my mind. "This way" Reiji said pointing elegantly.

"Ah..yes" I nodded resuming my walk, we had reached another room.

What a fool! He must think I'm so weird by now.

"Shu, did you know they would send another sacrifice?" Reiji asked sternly as he looked at an armchair. I leaned over a little to see that person, lying down with her eyes closed.

She looks like Goldilocks...wait..another sacrifice? So the other girl is Yui? Wow...she's the one I'd really like to interact with.

"That person told me last week" He spoke serenely while giving a yawn. There's no shame at all in this guy.

"When were you planning to say it?" Reiji asked with annoyance in his voice. "Well, what can one expect from you." He said returning to his usual composure.

Watching him reprimand him is even more fun in person.

"Then..I'll introduce you to the others."

I looked at Reiji in disbelief, when I followed his gaze I realized they were all already here. A shiver ran through my body, as if my instinct was warning me of danger.

Damn...I'm scared.

"This is Shu, the eldest" He started to name them. I just nodded, I didn't want to draw anyone's attention. Although it seems like I already did.

Why do I feel like they're staring at me so hard, is there something on my face? I'm worried..

"Huh? With another girl arrived, this is going to be so much fun~" I heard someone's giggle. Well, it was long overdue to show up.

"The third one is Laito" Reiji continued, I felt someone took my hair and twisted it on his finger.

"It's pretty...Don't you think so Teddy?" said the purple-haired one. I turned to look at him, he was very close, I could even see his fangs up close.

Kanato is so cute...He takes my breath away.

"The fourth is Kanato" I turned my attention back to Reiji. I still can't believe it, seeing them personally is even a feast for the eyes. They are very beautiful men. "The fifth, Ayato."

"She's just as flat as chichinashi! ‘Yours truly’ does not like that" Ayato exclaimed, He really has a personality....

Chiyo isn't that flat..she's just quite thin....

"The sixth and the youngest, Subaru" I looked at the aforementioned, he just let out a grumble.

I became engrossed in my thoughts again, with nothing to say. I was just trying to put feet and head to the situation.

"Well?" Reiji said. I just looked at him confused. I didn't know what he wanted.

"Excuse me?" I asked in a mumble as I clasped my hands together, I felt so nervous.

"You haven't introduced yourself to them" Reiji said stiffly as he looked at me dismissively.

Surely he thinks I'm rude....

"Ah~ The little bitch is quite absent-minded, tell me what's on your mind?" Laito spoke with a mocking tone in his voice, suddenly appearing behind me.

"I don't think about anything. I'm sorry" My voice came out barely a whisper. "My name is Chiyo Kuse, nice to meet you" I spoke trying to sound serene, but the atmosphere was starting to get suffocating.

I backed up several steps backward without realizing it. I couldn't stand the undue attention.

"How much longer are you going to pretend you don't know?" I pressed my lips into a thin line when I heard Subaru's question.

How did he figure it out? It's impossible..if I didn't say anything.

"I don't know what you're talking about" My voice barely came out. I felt trapped.

"Oh~ little bitch, what a naughty girl! For a second there I thought you didn't know" Laito laughed. "You thought you could lie to us?"

Agh..I never thought Subaru would tell on me.

I was about to say something but I felt a hand on my coat bag, it was Subaru who had teleported without me noticing. He took out my cell phone and squeezed it in his hand.

"What's your problem? Give it back to me" I asked with some wariness in my voice, I was starting to get frustrated.

"I saw you. You were sitting outside, you looked like you were hesitating..you knew before you came." He reprimanded me, I looked irritated. I furrowed my brow slightly, I didn't know what to do or say. "Don't even think you can escape. You walked in on your own two feet."

He shattered the cell phone in his hand, I felt helpless as I watched the rest fall to the ground. As if the world stopped, I became absorbed, without thinking about anything. I was just dissociating.

Zap!

I heard a click near my ear that brought me out of my thoughts. I looked at whose hand it was and it was Reiji who let out a heavy sigh.

What? What did I do?

"I'm telling you again, did you understand what I said?" Subaru asked annoyed.

Understand what? What did I miss?

"What?" I asked him back. He gave me a very bad face, so much so that it made me shudder in fear.

"That if you try to escape you're dead" He said with harshness in his words. I only slightly opened my mouth but my words wouldn't come out. I preferred to stay silent.

"Little bitch~ Did it affect you that much that Subaru broke your cell phone?" He asked in my ear.

"Looks like the sacrifice is stupid..hehe" Kanato commented with an amused smile.

I kept quiet, I didn't know what to say. I looked at Reiji who seemed to be examining me with his eyes.

I want to go to my room. I need to sleep.

As if Reiji had read my mind I cleared my throat a little. "If there is nothing else to say. Follow me" I nodded.

"Reiji, don't bite her. ‘Yours truly’ will be the first to do it" Ayato exclaimed. Boy did he like to be the first in everything.

Reiji said nothing, turned around and started walking. As I didn't want to stay with everyone, I followed him again. I looked out of the corner of my eye at the room where everyone was, it seems that Subaru claimed to Ayato.

𓇢𓆸

We were walking through the corridors, silence prevailing. We had nothing to talk about.

Where is Yui, is it that I should ask?

"Reiji" I said standing behind him. He turned to look at me and I followed. "Where is the other girl?" I asked he stopped looking at me and was silent for a few moments.

"Sleeping, she'll show up tomorrow" He said downplaying the matter. I just nodded.

We kept walking until we reached a door, Reiji opened the door and motioned for me to come in. I examined the room, it was big, the furniture looked old. But it was very nice, it gave that nice gothic look.

"Chiyo" Reiji spoke. I turned to look at him letting him know I was paying attention to him. "I hope you recognize your place. You must know like Subaru said. There is no escape" He looked at me seriously, I nodded to let him know I was aware.

Before he left he gave me a strange look, somewhere between a bit of curiosity, irritation and domination. I let out a sigh when I was all alone, I lay down on the bed and looked at the ceiling.

I must do something. I must find out what happened to the real Chiyo. I must find a way to live.

I told myself, my eyes feeling heavy and my energy drained. The excessively dark atmosphere made me exhausted. One thing was certain. Something strange happened.