#This took me 11 hours I'm crying

[sanjiscurlybrows]

[non-un-topo]

The irony of trying to start a "pain journal" but being too fatigued and having too much brain fog from said pain to start one

[nativegirltapes]

ok so imagine drew and younger!reader having their first real argument, and we know she’s always right!!! <3

pairing , drew starkey x angel!reader warnings , them arguing + drew being a meanie notes, hope yall like this <3 i need dis man bad

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"i just don't get why you need to be out till 1AM with your friends. like what are you guys even doing?" you questioned drew. he told you he would be home around 11, but two hours later there he was.

"i haven't seen these people in ages. we're catching up. ever heard of it?" drew snapped back, his attitude surprised you, he never got like this.

"okay. didn't need the attitude." you huffed under your breath.

"attitude?" drew furrowed his eyebrows and gave you a confused look, like you were the one asking stupid questions. "i walk in the house and you attack me with questions. and i have the attitude?" his voice was still calm, but for some reason it made you even more mad than him yelling would've. it was like he was trying to make you feel stupid.

but maybe that was where the age difference between you and drew stood out the most; arguments. he knew how to remain calm most of the time, he never yelled, even when he was really upset with you. whereas you immediately got defensive and mad. but looked like tonight he was taking a new approach.

"you're missing my point drew."

"and what point is that exactly?" drew looked at you like he was actually waiting for an answer, like his question wasn't rhetorical. you felt so stupid. drew had never gotten so blunt and snippy with you before. you didn't know how to handle it.

"whatever." you walked out of your shared bedroom, shutting the door behind you, feeling the waterworks already forming.

"seriously? you're gonna go run off and cry now?" drew yelled after you. he knew you too well.

after sighing and putting his feelings to the side for right now, drew followed right behind you. where he found you on the couch, crying in your own hands. he felt really bad. "baby, i'm sorry." he sat next to you, embracing you in a hug. "it's just been a long night."

you didn't respond, so drew took that as his opportunity to pick you up bridal style and carry you back to the bedroom.

your head nuzzled into his chest, tears leaving stains on his shirt. "you're so mean."

[themultifanshipper]

Hello.

I have a question to ask. Are you up for a honeymoon fic Landoscar? With a lot of spicy things, hehe.

<3

When Oscar and Lando had woken up severely hungover that first morning after getting married at the Vegas GP, they knew they had made the right choice.

The only problem was how the hell they were going to go on their honeymoon without arousing suspicion.

Gonna go waterboard myself in holy water now brb

Warnings: Lando makes Oscar cry, but in a sexy way, sunburns, handjob, that’s it that's the plot, under negotiated everything, edging, Oscar being in denial, cum, facial, they're both fucking freaks

They got married on 20/11/2023 at 4:12 AM in the little Vegas Chapel after the Grand Prix. It was perfect (they barely remembered it) and the only people there were Alex and Logan (the best men) and the priest (who they had to track down later and make him sign an NDA).

All in all a brilliant night.

And the proof of consummation was… well, all over them and the sheets when they woke up.

How fucking romantic.

It was now a year on from that and they still hadn't been on their honeymoon.

They were determined though. But being in the public eye made any vacationing together quite hard.

So they decided to wait. Wait long enough that if they were seen, it would be reasonable to assume it was just a mates trip to a private Island.

They were currently on said private Island one morning, limbs tangled on a sunbed, sipping some pretty strong cocktails.

“What do you want to do today?”

“I don't care as long as I'm with you”

They giggled and a slap resounded on the empty beach.

“I hate you”

“That's not what you were saying last night when I had you-”

“Okay okay! I get it!”

Disgusting.

After another hour of lounging around, Lando untangled his limbs from Oscar's and got up to get more drinks.

“You want anoth- holy shit Osc!”

His eyes widened as he turned and took in his husband’s (he'd never get tired of saying that) appearance.

“What?” Oscar sat up, confused.

Oscar’s front was a similar shade of red as a lobster, the contrast in skin between his front and back making him look like a vanilla strawberry ice cream.

“Oscar you-” Lando couldn't contain his laughter “you forgot to put cream on again!”

Lando put his hand on Oscar's thigh and Oscar gasped in pain.

“Shit baby we need to go put something on that, let's go”

Oscar ended up laying on his back while Lando straddled his midsection and rubbed Aloe over his face and chest.

“Ah!” he hissed as a hand went over a patch of particularly red skin “careful where you put your bear paws!”

Lando laughed and squirted some more cream on his hands.

“Sorry baby, but it needs to be done. Besides you love my bear paws, especially when I put them on your-”

“Jesus, do you ever shut up!” Oscar laughed and Lando gasped at his meanness.

“Don't be mean to me when I'm helping you out!”

Oscar’s hands came up to cup Lando's ass over his shorts and squeeze lightly.

“You love it when I'm mean though, don't lie.”

“Oh yeah?” Lando smiled playfully “I can be mean too you know”

Oscar couldn't help the snort that escaped him. “Yeah right, I'll believe that when I see it, you’re just too sweet”

“I am not!” he tried to defend but Oscar just laughed at him “You just haven't seen my bad side, yet”

Oscar cackled and shot a look of disbelief at Lando.

Lando raised his eyebrows in challenge and shuffled backwards onto Oscar's thighs, making sure to rub against his crotch on the way.

“Shut up and let me finish putting the cream on” he scowled as he squirted a load straight onto Oscar's hot skin moodily.

“Aw… are you getting stroppy now because I laughed at you, baby?” Oscar cooed, hands reaching for Lando but he slapped them away.

“Touche me, or say another word, and I stop completely, understand?”

Oscar nodded, eyebrows almost fused with his hairline at Lando's harsh tone.

“And we'll see just how fucking mean I can be” the older man growled.

Well shit.

Lando quickly rubbed cream over Oscar's burns, before sitting back and ordering him to take his shorts off.

“Pardon?” Oscar wasn't used to being ordered around.

“If I have to repeat myself then I'll take them off, and I’m not going to be gentle”

That's a point, Oscar thought. He didn't want to take any chances with the burns so he peeled them off himself, making sure to give his skin a wide birth.

Once settled back into the sheets, Lando grabbed more cream and started rubbing it around Oscar's crotch, which was unnecessary given that the skin there was free of burns thanks to his shorts. But Lando apparently decided to turn this into a massage, because he was digging his thumbs into Oscar’s flesh, hard enough to make him groan at the feeling.

Then he dug his thumbs into Oscar's adductor muscles and the younger man yelped and stared daggers at him.

“What's the matter, baby?” Lando asked mockingly, “Am I going too hard for you?”

His eyes were inviting him to a challenge, one he knew Oscar wouldn't back down from.

Oscar shook his head, remembering Lando's warning from before, and quickly settled back down.

This was a new side to Lando. And it was getting Oscar a bit hot and bothered as his husband just carried on massaging/torturing him. The idea of being at his husband's mercy was turning him on enormously.

His dick twitched against his stomach and Lando chuckled.

“Careful Osc, one could think being submissive is turning you on” his voice was full of mirth but Oscar refused to acknowledge him, and stared at the ceiling while shaking his head.

“No? Must be mistaken then”

He continued along Oscar's groin, massaging the cream in and rubbing him in all the right places.

When Lando cupped his balls and pressed on his perineum at the same time, Oscar let out a strangled gasp.

He was dripping, he could feel it. But he refused to give Lando the satisfaction of asking him to touch him.

“You want me to stop Osc?” Lando had a teasing lilt to his voice. Oscar shook his head.

“If you want me to touch you all you have to do is be a good boy and say ‘please”

But Oscar, by some twisted sense of ego, refused to give in so he didn't answer.

Lando laughed softly and ran a finger up Oscar's cock, making the younger man shudder and his hips buck up of their own volition.

“That looks painful, Osc”

“Then fucking touch it”

Lando’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Not until you say please”

“Please” Oscar huffed out.

Lando tutted. “That wasn't very convincing, Osc.” His fingers ran along the tip and back down over his balls, but Oscar just about managed to stay impassive. He looked right into Lando's eyes.

“If you want me to say please you're going to have to do better than that”

Lando grinned like a Cheshire cat.

“Oh honey, I'm not going to stop until you're begging”

The look in his eyes was predatory and Oscar almost caved then and there.

But on principal, Oscar did not beg.

Cut to about 30 minutes later and Oscar was whimpering into his arm as Lando placed kitten licks on his dripping tip.

“Still not desperate enough to say please?”

Oscar just growled “nope” but it was so strained Lando barely heard it.

“Fine, maybe I need to try a different approach, then”

Oscar looked on as Lando grabbed the cream and squirted some straight onto Oscar’s cock.

Oscar hissed at the cold, but it was nothing compared to the feeling of Lando's large hand engulfing his cock and immediately starting a fast, tight, pace.

Oscar was writhing at the sudden intense pleasure after so long being teased, and he was having trouble getting air in his lungs as he hurdled towards an orgasm in record time.

His toes curled and his back arched as he felt the orgasm creep up his spine.

But just like that the feeling was replaced by a very tight hold around the base of his cock, the release his body craved ripped away from him.

“No! Lan-”

“Shhh, baby” Lando cooed “It's okay, I’ve got you”

While Oscar slowly came down from his almost-release, Lando reapplied some cream to make the slide as wet as possible, then proceeded to start stroking Oscar at the same pace as before, this time adding extra pressure.

Oscar was openly whining now, hands gripping the sheets so hard it’s shocking they weren't tearing.

“Now, I'm going to do that over and over again until you’re a good boy for me, okay”

Oscar couldn't contain the whine that came out of his mouth. He was getting close again and his eyes were filling up with tears at the white hot pleasure.

“Please” he let out a broken sob as his thighs started clenching with his impending orgasm.

“Oh you can do better than that, Osc” Lando’s pace didn't falter.

“Fuck- please Lan, I'll do anything. I need to come so bad, please, please. Please don't stop…” he was openly sobbing now, tears running down his cheeks as he took shuddering breaths.

He was so beautiful and pliant like this, Lando was unbelievably hard. He took pity on him and allowed him to come, other hand going to massage his balls for good measure.

“Good boy, Oscar. You can come now, go on.”

Oscar screamed as he came, hot spurts of his come landing over his abs and all the way up to his chin.

The sight of him, covered in his own cum, flush deepening the red of his burns, gasping for air, almost made Lando come on the spot.

He shuffled over to Oscar's head and pushed his shorts down to jerk himself off furiously.

“Open your mouth, tongue out” he ordered, grabbing Oscar’s jaw and aiming for his tongue.

It took him no time at all to come, and most of it landed on Oscar's cheeks and chin. It was absolutely sinful, the way his face was streaked with come, tongue hanging out, eyes unfocused, he looked like a sick man's dream.

Fortunately, Lando was a sick man.

“Shit Osc, I can't believe it took me this long to find out you’re a good little slut when you want to be”

Oscar took a long time to reply, trying to regulate his breathing.

When he finally did, a low growl came from his side of the bed.

“As soon as I get the feeling back in my legs, I'm going to fuck you until the sun sets, and I'm not giving you any breaks, no matter how many times you come”

Lando glanced at the clock.

It was only 1 pm…

Shit.

[thecapricunt1616]

Cinnamon - (c.b. one-shot)

Snippet (more BTC): “Can I- take your panties off…p-please?” He asked shyly “wanna make y’feel good - wanna taste your pussy I miss it s’much - tastes so good baby please lemme taste you” he said and his whiney husky voice mixed with his breathlessness from being shoved into the fabric of your dripping cunt made you clench around nothing. 

♡ One Shot Inspo: Cinnamon invokes lust and is considered an aphrodisiac. It can be used in love spells as well as for sex magic. Burn cinnamon to stimulate your spiritual powers and increase your psychic ability and awareness.

♡ Summary: Carmy hasn't had pussy in 2 weeks....he nearly died (he's a drama queen, but you love it) So, being the loving amazing GF you are you Mountain Dewed it up down left right (oh!!) switched it up like Nintendo - and did it so well you put his ass to sleep. (I listened to Espresso the whole time writing this its literally all I could think about hahahah)

♡ W/C: 4,140

♡ Posted Date: 05/12/2024

♡ A/N: HEYYYY!!! Okay okay so MORE STAGEFRIGHT because the amazing wonderful talented goddess level writer @l4long-winded sent in ♡THIS♡ big brain beautiful ask, and let me tell you I had some THOUGHTS!!! I have such a worship kink so .... yeah this was v fun to write. I hope you love reading as much as I loved writing. My dear please send in a request whenever you want!! Requests are open per usual :D

♡ Warnings for BTC: Kinda Sub!Carmy, Smut, Fem!Reader, AFAB!Reader, No use of Y/N, No use of physical descriptors, Black!Fem!Reader friendly (i'm pretty sure pls tell me if smth needs editing!), Kinda Virgin!Carmy, Not edited (we die like men)

♡ 𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 ♡ ➵ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♡ ➵ 𝘊𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 / 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘵 ♡ ➵ 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 ♡

It had been quite literally a fortnight since Carmy had been able to fuck you. It was all he’d thought about, well - when his brain wasn’t busy going a million miles an hour about the restaurant, which is exactly what had taken up so much of his time lately. He’d usually be grateful for this kind of work, the kind of work that he’s going in at 3:15 and not getting home until 11:30 pm or midnight when you were already fast asleep. 

He was exhausted, emotionally, physically, mentally, spiritually - but sexually?! He wasn’t sure he had ever been so wound up before. His nightly sessions of jerking his cock in the shower, biting his hand to keep as quiet as he could while he thought of the view of you when he came in that night. One leg hoisted up, nightgown ridden up over your ass. The one you knew he loved, and some of his favorite panties. 

You called them your lazy girl panties because you told him you only wore them when you weren’t expecting anyone else to see them, but that very fact meant drooled over them. The slight discoloration from being so old, the little threads hanging off the leg holes and waistband. The tiny hole right in the waistband that he loved to thumb with while cuddling in bed. 

 Two weeks. Fourteen days. Three hundred and thirty six hours. Twenty thousand, one hundred and sixty minutes. 

That had been how long he had gone without being inside of you. He didn’t know his dick could get depressed, but his dick was fucking depressed. Getting off felt like a chore. When he’d jack off, he took an extra 15 minutes yanking on the thing because he could barely cum anymore, even though his balls were aching like he needed to. 

Every time he got home, he’d stand in the doorway, just watching you. You would be peacefully asleep, chest lightly rising and falling, your beautiful body covered by some loose sleep thing. A loose sleep thing that he fantasized about ripping off into shreds. 

Tonight though - he could cry. You were up - you were fucking awake. Through his own selfish desires he didn’t even realize it was abnormal, the only thing he could think about was the blood rushing to his cock at the mere idea you could possibly potentially be in the mood. “Baby?!” He nearly tripped over his own two feet rushing to your shared bedroom. 

You were sat up on the bed, book on your thighs - a loose nightgown that accentuated your curves and hugged your peaked nipples uncovered by any bra. He could bust in his pants and all you were doing was reading. Reading what? He could care less honestly because his cock was starting to hurt. 

You sat up, putting your legs over the side of the bed to get up and greet him “Bear! How was work love? I wanted to stay up so that we could - what’re you…” you trail off confused as he slinks to his knees before you, between your thighs and lifting up your leg, putting the top of your foot to his lips. 

“In…22 minutes” he starts between kissing up your bare ankle and calf “it..will have been..15..days..” he stopped at your thighs, his cheek smushed against the flesh, he looked like he could both cry and that he was coming home. “Since I touched you. Please. Please baby - can I make you feel good? Mm?” He mumbled into your skin. “Please princess? I’m dyin’ here. I’m fuckin- I literally cut my hand t’day thinkin’ bout you. I fuckin need you” he kissed over each little tiny inch of your flesh. He was…worshiping you. 

The idea sent waves of warmth flooding your core. “Yeah baby?” You took his hand, seeing a bandage over his knuckle and kissing it gently. 

The feeling of your lips to his skin made him whimper “please- please please please” he begged, sitting back on his feet and looking up at you through his bangs, pushing his hair back quickly before his hand found your calf once again, rubbing little strokes into it “please?” He asked softly, his big blue eyes blown wide with lust. 

You gently cup his cheek “and who’s fault is it?” You were teasing now. But you knew the bastard loved a challenge, and you also had been horny and your fingers were nothing compared to Carmys. 

“Mine. It’s mine. My stupid fuckin job angel I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry, how can I make it up? What can I do pretty? Mm? I’ll do whatever you want” he begged you and kissed over your knees and calves, pressing short little pecks to the skin. You grabbed his greasy curls at the root, raking through a few of the knots gently before pulling him to look at you and he moaned gently at the sudden firmness 

“Do you know I’ve been fingering myself to fall asleep. All alone - for all those days you said. My poor hand” you held it up and he brought it to his lips on instinct, kissing the pads of your fingers before opening his mouth expectantly. “Good Bear” you purr and his eyes flutter shut as you stuck in your middle and ring fingers, slipping them over his tongue. He moaned at the contact, not holding back. 

You smiled a bit, tugging his jaw open and he looks up at you, cheeks flushed and drool beginning to drip down his chin. “You’re pretty” you said softly and he swirls his tongue around your fingers before sucking on them gently, not breaking your gaze. Your stomach flips with excitement, your panties becoming uncomfortably wet but you weren’t going to let that show. He deserved to beg. 

“Do you deserve to be sucking on my fingers though?” You pull them away suddenly and he gasps a bit a the unexpected emptiness of his mouth, a pathetic little pout appearing on his lips. 

“No” he said softly and you grab his cheeks, smushing them gently “but I can make you feel soooo good - you deserve it” he told you and you pat his cheek gently with your hand, your wet fingers leaving a glistening streak on his cheek. 

“I know I do. Are you gonna eat me out? Like a good boy?” You laid back on your elbows, spreading your thigh and resting one of your feet on the edge of the bed, showing your panties that had grown a large wet spot during your conversation. He watches every move you make, his eyes focusing on the wet spot you sighed softly, deciding to take pity on him. “You can sniff my panties, you little freak” you giggle and he looked up at you like a kid on Christmas 

He wasted no time shoving his nose right in the wetness, inhaling your sweet yummy scent and groaning “thank you” he mumbled into the curve of your ass, his hot breath against the skin causing your clit to twitch and goosebumps to appear on your skin. You feel him taking another deep breath and nuzzling his nose back and forth to get deeper like a dog and you couldn’t help but giggle, raking through the knots in his curls as he stuck out his tongue and caught the fabric of your panties with his teeth, sucking the juices out of the fabric and moaning hotly. 

His hands were everywhere, rubbing over your calves, your thighs, your stomach, pushing your nightgown over your tits and rolling a peaked nipple between his fingers. You bit your lip, head falling back slightly and grinding your hips into his face, using his nose to get yourself off. “Go ahead Bear take off your jeans, you’ve been good t’night and I know you’re probably hurting” you told him 

He sighed into you gratefully “y’too nice t’me” he kissed over your clothed pussy a few times as he unbuckled his belt with shaking hands, the anticipation was killing him. 

“No me being nice would be telling you that you could touch yourself. And no dripping on my carpet” you told him as he pushed his boxers and jeans enough to let his cock free that was indeed dripping already. His boxers were creamy and wet with pre, he had been pathetically grinding against the boxspring as he sucked your panties like it was his life source. 

“Shit-“  he said, wrapping a fist around his weeping tip as he continued tonguing and nosing at the fabric between your legs. “Can I- c-can I please?” He begged pathetically, that softness to his voice you loved so much. A sweet whiney grunt leaves his lips as you pull his hair, forcing him to look at you. 

“What have we talked about? Use your words.” You said firmly. 

“Can I- take your panties off…p-please?” He asked shyly “wanna make y’feel good - wanna taste your pussy I miss it s’much - tastes so good baby please lemme taste you” he said and his whiney husky voice mixed with his breathlessness from being shoved into the fabric of your dripping cunt made you clench around nothing. 

“I wanna cum twice before you even think about touching yourself. Also take your shirt off you’re way overdressed for my taste.” You dropped his hair and he nods obediently, standing and shoving off his jeans and tugging his shirt off by the neck in that stupid jockish way that had you wanting to shove him down back first on the mattress and ride him until his balls were empty. 

Instead you kept your cool, crossing your arms over and slipping your nightgown over your head before taking off your panties, flicking them at him playfully to which he balled them up and pressed them to his nose, inhaling deeply. This caused you to laugh as you adjusted your pillow to lay back, spreading your thighs and gathering some of your wetness from your hole, dragging it up to your clit and rubbing little circles into it. 

“Mmm are you gonna keep sniffing those like a pervy-puppy or are you gonna come make good on your promise. I’m surprised this poor hand hasn’t fallen off” you teased and he dropped the panties where he was standing, coming and crawling on the bed, laying in front of you and hoisting your thighs over each of his shoulders 

“Mmm” he hummed, his eyes fluttering shut and leaning in, resting his cheek on your thigh and inhaling. “Smell so fuckin’ good” he mumbled “mouth is literally watering” he kissed your inner thighs sweetly, ravishing the skin in gentle affection. “God I missed this fuckin missed this s’much. Every morning this pretty fuckin pussy is just beggin me” he kissed your mound gently, dipping his tongue out and moaning at the taste of sweat and lotion on your skin, lapping it up like a life source. 

“Yeah? I think you’re the beggar” you mused, jaw falling slack as he licks a stripe up your heat, moaning pathetically at your taste. His eyes rolled back slightly before fluttering shut in pure bliss “mmm so pretty baby” you coo and he smiled slightly, his cheeks a blushy pink that matched the tops of his ears. He nuzzled into you, nose rubbing over your clit in the way that made you gasp, your toes curling lightly “good boy” you praised, voice breathy and light 

“Taste so good” he mumbled into your cunt, squeezing your thighs gently with his tattooed fingers. He moaned into you, watching you with wide lustful eyes. 

“Those pretty eyes” you said softly, gently brushing his warm cheekbone with your knuckle and he hums into you gently. He sucked your folds between his lips, pulling away slightly and rubbing your thighs up and down with his calloused palms, squeezing gently. You moaned hotly and couldn’t contain the cry that followed when he finally stuck his middle finger in your dripping hole, hips bucking to try and get more of him. 

“So soft, so so soft” he mumbled into your clit before kissing it gently and taking the now swollen throbbing bud in his mouth, flicking his tongue over it quickly. His fingers twist and curl as he pumps them in and out at a languid pace. You felt that familiar jolt of pleasure as the pad of his finger brushed your g spot. 

“Augh- ah- yes bear” you mewled, “right there- there” you grab his wrist and squeeze it and in response he curled his fingers the same way and you dug your feet into his shoulder blades in pure extacy, causing him to grunt into you and curl and uncurl his fingers in a rhythm that had your eyes screwing shut and loud strings of curses and moans tearing from your chest as you came undone over his fingers, dripping down his wrist already. But with how long it had been since you had him this way, that was to be expected. 

“Good - good bear good bear” you mumble praise as your orgasm washes over you he works you through it, resuming pumping his fingers - your dripping arousal being able to be put to use as lube. The schlick,schlick,schlick sound of his fingers is what you come back to, your mind fuzzy and swimming through a warm sea of pleasure, sweet jumbled moans and whimpers coming from your lips. 

“God you sound so fuckin’ pretty baby I love you so fuckin much m’so sorry m’so sorry I haven’t been around as much” he mumbled into you and you shake your head 

“S’okay shhh- shh just keep doin’ what you’re doin’” you push his head back down, watching as his eyes flutter up to look at you and he sweetly offers his other hand for you to hold, your heart melting at the gesture. “Such a sweet boy” you coo, taking his hand and lacing your fingers together. He smiled a bit in response nuzzling his nose against your clit, his lips making cute little smacking noises against your cunt. 

“You’re so messy” you giggle a bit, seeing as the tip and bridge of his nose were wet with your slick, as was his chin and entire mouth area. “Your face is so wet baby” you told him and he looked up at you 

“Mmm m’neck is wet too” he paused to say before resuming and you gently caress his cheek, the only sounds filling the room being the wet drill of his fingers and the smacking of his lips, like he was trying to devour a popsicle before it melted. 

You felt your second orgasm quickly approaching, your walls fluttering around his fingers, he curled up into that spot and that was your undoing once more, your hips pushing back into the mattress and spine arching off the bed towards the ceiling slightly as your orgasm crashed over you with no mercy to be had. 

“Jesus- fuck!” You cried out and he held your thighs open for you so you wouldn’t crush him by mistake, your hands shaking as you went to wipe the tears that had gathered in your eyes that were screwed shut from the intensity and Carmy stops you, carefully wiping your cheeks with his dry hand and removing his other carefully, wiping it dry on the sheets he always changed for you afterwards and cupping your face while you came down. 

“You did so good baby, so so good” he kissed your forehead gently, rubbing your hair and caressing your back with loving strokes. When you were finally coherent enough once again, although you were exhausted - you realized Carmy was still rock hard, pitching a full tent in his boxers that were wet with pre as he coaxed you through your orgasm. 

“That’s gotta hurt” you told pull the fabric, causing his cock to come down with it and when you release it it springs back up to full standing causing you to giggle a bit 

“Mm does but m’back. I can’t go t’night babe. I was gonna go take care of it in the shower don’worry” he yawned, rubbing over his face you furrowed your brow, slightly offended. 

“What? Is my pussy not good enough?” You teased 

He looked at you quickly “wha- no - I mean- I mean yes? No- no your pussy is good your pussy is- is perfect I fuckin’ love y’pussy but I can’t go tonight baby my back fuckin’ hurts” he explained 

“I can ride you you know” you said and his big blue eyes widened a bit. You’d been together for 6- no 7 months, and it was true you’d never ridden him, not yet anyway. 

Carmen was a missionary man, not in the boring way, in the way that he’d get home from work and fuck your brains out while going on and on about his frustrations from the day. 

People wouldn’t usually call it dirty talk, but something it turned you on more then anything that between calling you perfect and beautiful and made for him that he was just casually going on about his shitty day like his balls weren’t essentially spanking your ass with how hard he needed it. 

“Uh- oh-o-okay. Yeah. Sure- I. Mmhmm” he said and fixed his pillow, adjusting his hips for you “hop on I guess” he said shyly and you laughed at his sudden switch in attitude. 

“Have you never been ridden you poor thing?” You asked and his cheeks went cherry red as well as the tips of his ears and bridge of his nose as you straddled him easily, resting your hands on his abs for leverage. 

“No.” He muttered. “I- I just…I dunno it never..came up” he swallowed thickly, averting your gaze nervously. 

“Hey.” You said “eyes” you told him and his eyes met yours immediately, “I’m honored to be the first person, yeah? I’ve told you a billion times bear - I love you. I love being able to show you new ways to feel good, it makes me so excited” you held his hips gently and he wrapped his hands around your wrists, needing to be touching you somehow. 

“It just…it doesn’t make me seem like…like a bitch does it?” He mumbled shyly, insecurity lacing his voice. You tucked your hands under his warm back, laying yourself over him fully, embracing him and resting your forehead on his. 

“You know how I feel about that word, and no it doesn’t make you seem less manly baby. If anything, it’s super sexy and it’s so sweet that you felt brave enough to tell me. Thank you for telling me. I’ve heard for the guy it feels really good cause all you gotta do is lay there, you wanna try sweetheart?” You ask softly, kissing the bridge of his nose gently and a small smile forming on your lips when you tasted yourself on your lips upon pulling away. 

“Yes please” he said softly, eyes fluttered shut as you cover his face in little butterfly kisses. 

“That’s my brave bear” you place a kiss to the base of his throat and he smiles a bit, cheeks going redder by the second. It was adorable how shy he got when you showed him affection like this, you knew he adored it more then anything - but he’d never be brave enough to ask for it - at least not yet.  

You sit up, “can I touch you baby?” You confirm, rubbing your hands down his stomach and his abs tighten at the contact. In response he nods, swallowing thickly and goosebumps rising over his skin. His cock twitches as you grab the waistband of his boxers “so sweet and responsive” you said softly, tugging them down easily as he lifted his hips for you slightly. 

“Jesus” you mutter at the sight of it, the tip weeping and pink crying to be touched. “Poor thing, you’ve been neglected- has Carmy been abusing you in the shower huh?” You said in the direction of his cock with a playful voice of concern. 

“Jesus fuckin Christ-“ he chuckled, covering his face with his arm a big goofy smile on his face. “You are gonna kill me” 

You smiled big, leaning down and licking a stripe up his length and he whimpers softly, abs and stomach clenching at the contact, a large bead of pre gushing from his slit that you catch with your tongue. He shivers adorably, groaning at the feeling of you licking over his sensitive tip. “If y’keep fuckin doin’ that ‘m gonna cum” he breathes, the vein in his neck present seeing as he was holding himself back, his balls drawing up and releasing in a rhythm. 

“Jesus baby i dunno if you’ll last that long we’ll have to do this again so you can get the full experience mm?” You grab his shaft, lining you two up and slipping it through your soaked folds, he let out a breathy moan, back arching slightly and you let out a sweet ‘mmm’ when his tip bumps your clit. 

“Please please please can I be inside you please” he begged pathetically, voice whiny and shaking - he was going to be coming undone very soon you could tell, which is why he was desperate to be inside of you before he was too soft to do so. 

“I dunno can I see those pretty eyes?” You asked, he was still hiding behind his arm, likely still feeling embarrassed this was his first time but you weren’t going to allow that. He shyly removed his arm, looking up at you and swallowing nervously. 

“H-hey” he said softly and you smile softly 

“There’s my bear” you leaned in, kissing him lovingly as you sink down on him fully, his jaw goes slack so you settle for kissing his chin and cheeks and nose “Feel good?” You giggle into his skin and he lets out a pathetic little ‘uh-huh’ 

“H-holy oh god” he groaned when you simply roll your hips, getting yourself off with the friction of the curly patch of brunette curls at the base of his cock. You sat up, using his chest as leverage to find a good rhythm bouncing on him and he nearly growls, a sound you’d never heard him make. 

“Ooo am I releasing the bear?” You teased and he chuckled a bit 

“Shut up- fuck Jesus oh god” his head falls back on the pillow “i-i-shit” he rambled and you giggle a bit, causing him to whine at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as you continued to ride his cock with all the tricks you could remember. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever fucked you so quiet before” you tease, sure your hips and thighs were burning from how quick you’d built up to moving, but his eyes were practically rolling back and the whimpers you were drawing out of him were nothing short of heavenly. He was shaking for Christ sakes. “Are you gonna cum? Mm? Y’gonna fill me up baby?” You asked him, rubbing his chest gently 

He finally opened his eyes, looking up at you with those big blue eyes, blown out fully with lust, pants falling from his lips and his dirty blonde curls stuck to his forehead with sweat. “Mm-mmhmm” he moaned out, grabbing your hips to have something to hold and the action making him realize he could help you move. His jaw dropped slightly at the realization and he looked up at you for approval. 

You smiled and nod a bit “you can help honey- that’s really nice of you” you said and he helped push and pull you off his cock, he looked down, mesmerized by the view of his cock burying inside of you, he pushed you down with more force and you moaned, “just like that baby, you want it harder huh?” You ask and he nods quickly so you rolled your hips a bit harder. 

He bit his lip, nose scrunching up cutely. He was holding back. “Bear- I know it feels good but you can cum, you need to sleep” you cup his cheek gently and he looked up at you like a sad puppy 

“It feels s’good baby” he whined and you nod, stroking his cheek gently. 

“I know honey. We can do it again t’morrow night yeah?” You kiss his forehead and with that he releases into you with something resembling a cry covered with a grunt, of course he had to cover it. He pulled you into a deep messy kiss, wrapping his arms around your back, rubbing gently and reaching down to squeeze your ass, feeling cum dripping out of you down over his balls. He smiled a bit, pulling away to ask “Mmm can we sleep like this?”

[velarisnightsky444]

Scorched Shadows: Part 11

Eris x AzrielsSister!Reader

Summary: Y/N is the younger sister of Azriel. She has shadows just like him, and is also a spymaster for Rhys. When she meets Eris, she initially hates him, but after a bargain is made between them, things begin heating up.

CW: Violence

AN: Hey, I'm back. I will finish by kink/fluff/angstober during December lol. October was sooo busy for me.

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Year 24 since fic began Year 20 Under the Mountain

It had been quite a while since you'd found yourself covered in someone else's blood.

But after you'd been cornered by that Winter Court male all those years ago, you had begged Rhysand for some sort of weapon to defend yourself. He provided you with a dagger that you kept sheathed at your thigh, beneath the skirts of your dresses.

You had sensed the male before you heard him, the hairs on the back of your neck standing on end as he snuck up on you in the dark corridors. Without your shadows, you had been forced to train your intuition, and it had improved tremendously. And you could feel his presence.

You had reached for your dagger, quickly spinning on your heel, and burying the blade in his face. Right at the bridge of his nose. He had let out a shattering cry, a hand flying to his face. And you retrieved your dagger and ran.

"If you're aiming to kill, go for the neck," Azriel had once told you. "But if you just want to shock and disarm them, go for the face. Nobody expects you to stab them in the face."

You ran. Ran as fast as you could. You didn't even know where you were running to until you found yourself at Eris's door. You'd just been there not even four hours ago, but here you were again.

You didn't even knock before letting yourself in. Eris was sprawled out on his bed, curly red locks in his face as he read book. His tunic revealed the top of his perfect chest, and his pants hugged his muscular legs so nicely.

"Already back for more--" he began smugly, but the smirk was wiped from his face when he met your eyes. "What in the Cauldron's name happened to you?"

"I stabbed a male," you managed.

The bloody dagger fell from your hand and clattered against the hard floor, splattering the red substance across it.

Eris was on his feet in a second, his book forgotten on the bed as he rushed to your side, gripping your shoulders and pulling you into the room, closing the door carefully behind you.

"What did he do to you?" Eris snarled, his hands still on your shoulders as he took you in.

"Nothing," you said, your staring passed him, at the wall. "I didn't give him the chance."

"Is he dead?"

"No," you replied, swallowing a lump in your throat. "I stabbed him in the face."

"In the face?" Eris snapped, amber eyes going wide.

"Nobody expects you to stab them in the face," you numbly repeated your brother's words.

"Who is he?" Eris demanded with a growl. "I will kill him, Y/N."

"I don't know," you murmured. "I ran before I could see him very well."

Eris sighed, his hand coming up from your shoulder to cup your face. He'd be different--more gentle lately. Things in general had been different between the two of you in the last five years. Since the ball, when you admitted that you didn't think he was cruel.

Neither of you had acknowledged the change, but there was more trust between the two of you. More affection. More care. It wasn't just rough sex anymore. It didn't mean you had fallen in love with him, but you didn't quite despise him anymore, either.

"I'll run you a bath," he mumbled.

You nodded, grateful as he slipped away, off to his bathroom. You let loose a breath, shock still keeping you from fully comprehending what was going on.

When Eris emerged again, he came to your side, leading you to the bathroom. You glanced down at the bath, then at Eris, who's brow was furrowed with concern.

"I don't know what he wanted to do to me, Eris," you whispered. "I stabbed him before he--"

"Good," Eris cut you off. "Good that you stabbed him before you could find out."

You nodded, staring off into space.

"Do you need help?" he asked you. You shook your head. "Fine. I laid out one of my tunics for you when you get out.

You thanked him quietly, and he left you alone. You shed your clothes climbing into the hot tub. You didn't have it in you to relax. Instead, you scrubbed at the blood on your scarred hands, and the splatters on your face. Scrubbed until the water was tinted orange.

When you got out, you dried off and brushed through your hair with your fingers. You pulled his tunic on, leaving yourself bare on the bottom.

You found Eris in his bed again when you came out of the bathroom, and you didn't say a word to him before going to his side. You found that you couldn't stand to be alone. So you climbed into his bed, laying yourself on top of him.

"Are you alright?" Eris asked. "This is strange."

While affection had been more common between you two, you hadn't ever been this affectionate. But you needed comfort, you needed company. And Rhys was never around. Not that that was his fault. But Eris was all you had.

"I don't feel so well," you said to him.

And at those words, his arms wrapped around you, holding you to him. You nuzzled your face under his chin, the warmth of his body a comfort to you.

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Eris was more than shocked when you crossed the room in nothing but his tunic, and collapsed on top of him. But once he'd gotten over the initial shock, he found that it felt so right.

So he held you. He held you until you fell asleep wrapped in his arms. Then, he held you closer.

For a Spymaster who killed for a living, you had been so shaken up by the incident. You had been trembling, your eyes so distant, your face numb. And he wanted nothing more than to kill the male that had tried to hurt you.

He'd been trying to avoid admitting to himself that he was starting to care for you. But truly, he was. He knew he couldn't allow himself to love you.

When his mother had walked in to find you in his room a few years back, she had certainly berated him for it.

"That girl is beloved by all the males in the Night Court that quite dislike you," she had reminded him. "Eris, you are smart. You know better."

Not to mention what his father would do to you, how he would use you against him if he ever knew. If he ever found out. He couldn't. He couldn't love you.

But it was so hard. So hard when you were asleep on his chest, breathing softly. When you had come to him first after such a distressing experience.

Just this morning, you had been insatiable. You'd sucked him off, then let him fuck you until you were nearly shrieking with pleasure. And only four hours later, you'd shown up trembling.

He was furious at the thought of any male even thinking of laying a hand on you. He wished you could've at least remembered his face, so he could rip the male apart, limb by limb.

But for now, knowing you were safe was enough.

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[gisellecnz]

Cherished moments.

(≧∇≦)/ Sypnosis. This is after your wedding with satoru. Your honeymoon together.

•Contents. Pure fluff, just fluff, reader is fem, gojo crying cuz your too pretty, cuddles

•note. I'm kinda new to writing + I'm new to tumbler, and english isn't my first language. So I'm sorry if my writing is kinda off, p.s if someone made a similar fic, please don't misunderstand. That might be just a coincidence, the moment I saw that picture of gojo (the one I used above this post) that inspired me to write a fic about it. Also, credits to the owner of the drawing! I just saw it on Pinterest and I don't know who the artist is.

It is now 11:48pm, it has been a long day and is probably one of your best days of your life. You are now married with the man of your dreams, the one and only Satoru Gojo.

6 hours ago was your wedding, the moment you started walking down the aisle, Satoru was in tears. You were also in tears, but Satoru was more emotional. You found it cute how his eyes were red and puffy after, you wiped his tears as you brushed your thumb over his wet lashes. You've done this before but now it felt so much more different- you've felt alot of butterflies in your stomach as satoru opens those eyes of his which you've adored a lot since you were in highschool. They were so pretty, they were as blue as the ocean.

You also couldn't believe you now have Satoru's surname. You are now called as Mrs. Gojo.

In Satoru's pov, he couldn't hold back his tears from seeing you. You were so beautiful, he thinks you were the most prettiest woman that has ever stepped into earth. His heart raced with anticipation, the way your pretty smile was illuminating the room, and how your veil was delicately flowing over your face like a cascade of dreams. The way your gown trailed behind you, your eyes sparkled with so much love and joy as you looked at him. He swore that if he was stuck in a time loop in this situation, he wouldnt get tired from it.

After you and Satoru exchanged your vows and said your "I dos", your friends: Shoko, geto, yuuji, Megumi, Tsumiki, nobara gathered for a group photo. Along side with that there's a seperate photo of you and Satoru kissing from the wedding. They are now framed, sitting on the lamp table beside you.

Right now, you are lying down on a hotel bed. Satoru made sure to book in a very luxurious hotel for your honeymoon. (It's also canon that he's rich rich)

You were very tired. Today was so much fun, you exchanged your clothes to a more comfortable one, which is why you are wearing satoru's shirt right now. It also has his scent in it which is why you always preffered to sleep in his clothes.

And there, your love of your life came out from the bathroom. He just took a shower, his fluffy white snowy hair is now wet. AND DAMN his towel was wrapped around his waist, his abs were showing. You've seen it a lot of times already but you just couldn't get used to it. Your face was now pink.

Satoru laughed at your actions, you were so cute. He dried his hair and changed into his clothes, he got into the bed and snuggled beside you.

"Tired, hm?"

Satoru layed down his head to your chest, he loves lying down there, he loves hearing your heart beats and the way your breasts were squishing his cheeks.

"Mmn, yeah."

You chuckled as you gave a kiss to his forehead, your fingers combing through his fluffy hair.

He looks at you with pleading eyes, looking like he wants something from you.

"More kisses- please?"

You gave a kiss to his cheek and his lips. "Gosh, so clingy as ever."

You said as you chuckled and smiled at Satoru. But suddenly you gasped as he rolls you over, making you the one on top of him now, laying down on his chest.

He gives you that cheeky smile, "I love you so much y/n, I literally couldn't hold in my tears back from seeing you in that wedding dress. "

You were about to say something but he cuts you off by kissing you in the lips. And starts saying one of the most sweetest things to you.

"The most-" a kiss on your forehead. "Gorgeous-" a kiss on your nose. "Prettiest-" a kiss on your lips again. "Sweetest-" a kiss on your left cheek. "Girl I've ever met. " a kiss in your right cheek.

His actions made you tear up, hes so sweet. But he wasn't expecting you to react like that.

"Hey, why're y' cryin? Don't cry." He frowns as he pulls you closer to him and gives you one last kiss to your forehead. You chuckle and tell him that's it's okay.

You both finally fell asleep, embracing each other. You will cherish this day forever.

note: I'm sorry if this is short and it's rushed plus again I'm sleepy and it's like 3:14 am, I'm gonna sleep now cuz I'm finally finished 🥰

[ladykailitha]

The Caged Bird Still Sings Part 15

Hey guys this story is back! I feel like it's nearing the end, but we'll see. I'm hoping for another couple of chapters (than the two have backlogged anyway) at least, but I'm not sure. Steve and Eddie are already freewheeling toward each other and I have learned when that starts happening either one or both of them hit the gas and they go from zero to sixty faster than NASCAR on race day.

Steve tries to get a job, has a good cry about it, Robin is bestest and they try the mall.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10  Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14

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Steve sat at the desk, phone pressed to his ear, newspaper next to him, and paper and pen in hand.

“Hi, may I speak to the manager?” he asked in his best customer service voice. “Thank you.”

Once the manager was on the line, he began, “Hello, sir. I’m looking at your ad in the help want ads and was wondering if the position was still open?”

Steve shoulders slumped. “I see. No, of course. I’m sure your nephew will just be absolutely smashing at slinging those hamburgers. Thank you for your time.”

He set the phone down in its cradle and put his head in his hands. He had been on the phone for the last two hours calling up people for job interviews and he was utterly exhausted.

Everyone of them had turned him down. Not taking anymore applications at this time, the job has been filled, or in the cases he actually got far enough to tell them his name, they would straight up hang up on him.

He didn’t want to work in the mall, but it was looking less and less likely he’d get a job inside Hawkins.

Which meant that Joyce was going to be on his ass again. She had gotten so insistent in him finding a job, that he was forced to stop going over there, choosing to hang out with Will and Ellie at someone else’s house.

God, he got more peace at the Wheelers and Mike was openly hostile ninety percent of the time. So that was really something.

Steve picked up Eddie’s latest gift. It was a giant canary plushie. It was the most ridiculous thing he’d ever seen. He loved it. He hugged it close.

“I miss Eddie, Kenny,” he murmured into its beak. “I know he’ll be home in a couple of weeks, but I miss being able to have him tell me I’m enough. That my worth isn’t dependent on what other people think of me.”

Steve stood up and carried Kenny over to the bed, where he fell asleep, tears falling into the soft material of Kenny’s neck.

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He woke up slowly to soft music being played. He opened his eyes and blearily looked around. There on the sofa reading a magazine was Robin. She was listening to Blondie on his boombox but it was at a respectful volume so it wouldn’t wake him.

He had long since given her permission to just come in when she had a gift from Eddie or if she just want to hang out. As long as he wasn’t getting a shower or getting dressed, he really couldn’t care less.

Steve sat up in his bed and rubbed his eyes. Next to her on the sofa was a large box.

“Hey, dingus,” she said without looking up. “I took the opportunity to order us dinner.” She looked at her watch. “It should be here in about five minutes.”

Steve slid off the bed and padded over to the sofa where he flopped gracelessly next to her.

Robin set down the magazine and looked at him properly. “Still can’t find a job, huh?”

He shook his head and pulled his knees up to his chest. She gave him a big hug and just held him until the food arrived. She rolled the food cart over lifted the cloche with gusto.

“Tada!” she said triumphantly revealing the mountains of fries, mashed potatoes, pizza, onion rings. All of Steve’s favorite things. “I figured you’d want some pick me up food and I went all out.”

“If we weren’t both gayer than the day is long,” Steve sighed happily, “I’d marry you.” He gave her a kiss on the cheek pulling out a slice of cheese pizza. He munched, grinning around the slice.

“Gross,” Robin said grabbing a handful of fries. “I mean the pizza not the marrying thing, because I agree. No, your pizza tastes are abysmal. Plain cheese? No meat, not veggies, nothing?”

Steve swallowed and set the pizza down. “It’s all my mom would let me have. Even when I’d go to parties and shit, she’d insist on them having a cheese pizza for me.”

“Okay I take that back,” Robin said. “Eat your cheese pizza, dingus. It makes you happy. But if I ever see your mother, I might accidentally scratch her eyes out.”

Steve picked up the pizza again, but paused with it half way to his mouth. ‘How do you accidentally scratch someone’s eyes out?”

Robin batted her eyes prettily. “I wouldn’t know, officer, I blacked out. The next thing I knew I was washing the blood off my hands.”

Steve threw one of the throw pillows at her head. “Don’t quote musicals at me!”

“Ha!” Robin crowed in delight, clutching the pillow to her chest. “The fact that you recognize it makes you the chump, not me!”

Steve opened his mouth to protest but then his eyes went wide when he had no argument for that.

“I’d love to see proper theater, you know,” he said dreamily. “Like with a proper orchestra and not just a tinny tape that skips in places and actual actors instead of Old Mr. Abernathy trying to play Hamlet.”

Robin winced. “He couldn’t even remember ‘To be or not to be’ and that’s like the one line everyone knows.” She shoved more fries into her face.

“Maybe when I get out on my own,” he said, snagging one of her fries right off of her plate, “I’ll go see plays in Indy or Bloomington.”

“You’ve just got to take me with you,” she huffed, grabbing the half bitten fry right out of his mouth and shoving it in her face. “I’ve been saving up all the money I’ve been getting from this job so I can get driving lessons at school. I won’t be able to drive my parents’ care very much, but it would still be nice to say I have it.”

Steve opened his mouth to say something but she held up her hand. “I know what you’re going to say and the answer is no. No, you can’t pay for my drivers’ ed classes. Because I want to pay for that myself.”

Steve pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. “What’s the point of having all this money if I can’t treat my friends to a little thing like a new car or new bikes.”

The new bikes were still a point of contention between Joyce and Steve. He had bought all of them new bikes and gear with exception of Max where he bought her a new skateboard and gear. All in their favorite colors. But she refused to let Will take his. She said it wasn’t his to spend and therefore to take it back until he could buy it with his own hard earned money.

Will stopped talking to his mother for a couple of days after that.

And Steve hadn’t blamed him, so he told Will to leave it at Mike’s and ‘borrow’ it when ever they rode out places. Joyce couldn’t stop him from doing that.

“I’m not saying not buy me a new car,” Robin huffed a little laugh. “I’m just saying I want to pay for the lessons myself. It’s more of an accomplishment thing.”

Steve perked up and batted his eyelashes at her. “Really? I can buy you a car a gift for passing your test? You’ll really let me?”

Robin laughed and threw a fry at his head. “Yes, dingus, you can but me a car. I talked it over with my parents and I told them that Eddie wanted to get me a car for all my hard work and that you’d be the one helping me pick it out.”

He grabbed the fry and threw back at her, it landing in her hair. “Oh that’s smart. I bet they had all sorts of restrictions on it being sensible and shit.”

But Robin shook her head. “My parents were hippies, not stupid. They know that if they try and restrict me I will come home with the reddest, wildest hot rod they’ve every laid eyes on.”

Steve laughed. “God, can we introduce them to Joyce? Because it sounds like they could teach her a thing or two.”

“I know right?” Robin said rolling her eyes. “Eat your pizza, you heathen and the next time I come I’m bringing proper Domino’s pizza with all sorts of toppings and you can find you actually like. In the mean time, open this present that is digging into my side.”

Steve reached out for it with grabby hands. “Oooh, I really liked the plushie from yesterday. I named him Kenny. Kenny the Canary.”

“Because of course you did,” she said dryly, handing over the package to him.

He could tell it was clothes just from the shape of the box. There was just something about them that screamed ‘hey I’m clothes!’ Inside was the most beautiful yellow cardigan. It was soft and warm.

The note said, “It may be hotter than balls in Hawkins, but up here in Canada, the weather is pretty mild. Not quite sweater weather, but I saw this and just had to get it for you. Just ten more days, little Canary.”

Steve buried his face into the softness of the sweater and nearly squealed in delight. Eddie had sprayed it with his cologne. Oh this was exactly what he needed.

Robin took the card from him and smiled. “He seems to really like you. I know a lot of the people you hang out with give you shit about Eddie and the money running out on you, but Steve, the way he writes these notes sound like someone who genuinely likes you.”

Steve set down the sweater with a sigh. “I know. But it’s the imbalance I’m worried about. I’ve already been called a gold digger. I don’t want that.”

Robin frowned for a moment. “My mom is making me apply for jobs at the mall. She says I can still do this, but she wants me to know ‘what real work is’.” She put air quotes around the last part. “Which is bullshit, but I’ll do it so I can keep doing this.”

She scooted over to him and put her arm around him. “So come with me and maybe we can get a job together, shove it everyone else’s faces, yeah?”

Steve nodded and curled up into her side. She was the only one besides Hopper who knew who his benefactor was and could offer a different perspective than anyone else.

“But in the mean time,” Robin said softly, “maybe talk to Hopper about getting Joyce to knock it off.”

He shook his head. “He’s tried. She has straight up told him that until he tells her who it is who’s funding you, she won’t drop the job thing.”

Robin winced. “And if she finds out who it is, she going to be worse. I haven’t met someone who wasn’t an adult when he left other than Hopper who liked Eddie Munson. I mean the only reason my parents are letting me do this is that Uncle Justin vetted the job and that Corroded Coffin would be on tour, while I stayed here in Hawkins.”

Steve sighed and sat back up. “That’s not even the biggest problem with them knowing. It’s having to explain where I was that Eddie would have seen me to help me out.” He changed his voice so it was higher and clutched his hands to his chest. “Yes, Mrs. Byers I was underage drinking at a bar in the hopes of getting laid so I had a place to sleep!” He dropped back down to his normal tone. “Yeah, like that will go over well.”

“Ooh,” she said with a grimace, “yeah I could see how that might cause waves with the parents. Like tsunami level waves.”

“Pretty much!”

Steve flopped his head back on the back on the sofa. “God, what a fucking mess.”

“Maybe just tell them you were going to see your cousin, Monty,” she suggested, “and you were smoking outside when you met Eddie. See if that goes over better.”

He let out a shuddering sigh. “Maybe. I know Monty would back me up if that’s the case. But I would rather wait until Eddie got home and see what he says.”

Robin nodded sagely. “That’s fair.”

~

They had decided to let Robin get all the applications and bring them over to Steve in the food court. He had ordered them a couple of large Orange Juilus’s and two huge slices of pizza from Sbarros.

She handed him a pen and they got to work filling out all the applications, by the time they were done, Steve’s hand cramped and he worked his fingers open and closed to try to get the muscles to work again.

Robin rolled her eyes, but wisely said nothing as she gathered up their applications to return to their stores.

Robin got three call backs, but Steve only got one. Thankfully it was one that Robin had also got, but it was Scoops Ahoy, the ice cream shop with the little costumes and silly hats. They were both hired on the spot.

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Sorry if you saw chapter sixteen on here, too. I'll post it later!

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ALIBI

Pairings: Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Wife!reader Summary: based on the song 'Alibi' by Sombr. Warnings: mention of crying.

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11:35 pm

Eddie was buzzed.

another show of the tour was done, and he was finally able to go home to you- well..not home- but the hotel you guys were staying at

Eddie refused to go on tour without you.

there was no way Eddie was going to leave you for 6 months, so of course you said yes when he asked you to join.

it was such a great show tonight, so he was definitely excited to just relax with you and talk about it.

you were usually there but you had been feeling a little under the weather this morning, not caring to miss one show out of around 50 in the states.

it was a dream, Eddie had everything he ever wanted right in his hands.

you, the band, the fans, the money, the love.

but oh you. you were his favourite.

so he stumbled to get into his room, the few bottles of alcohol and joint that he had shared with a few people backstage getting to him.

he's buzzed

he bid the band goodnight before opening his door.

he put the door key in the dish and shimmed out of his jacket, reading the clock on the wall.

11:43 pm

he wouldn't be surprised if you were asleep, sickness will do that to ya, right?

but the slight shuffle and the lights turned on said otherwise.

he walked down the hallway and turned the corner, seeing you up, suitcase on the bed, unpacking some things.

though you weren't unpacking, he just didn't realise that yet

Eddie's tired voice called out to you "hey, sweetheart"

you ignored him.

that's when he heard it.

11:45 pm

A sniffle.

he stalked towards you. arms outstretched as he reached for you

he hadn't even taken his shoes off yet.

his arms had just reached your waist when you pushed him off.

that's when he saw it.

11:46 pm

a tear.

"are you alright, honey?" he reached up to swipe the tear away with his thumb, but you beat him to it, rubbing your eyes with the back of your hand

"tonight was a good show, wish you could have been there" Eddie blinked

he wasn't sure what was going on, but he had to tell you about the show, he knew how proud you were of him and his success.

you had turned away to the little wardrobe that was open.

you took a few pieces of clothing hung up and took them off their hooks, folding them neatly.

you were spending another few days there, so Eddie was trying to figure out what you were doing.

"honey?" he moved closer to you again. watching you tilt you head, feeling queasy just at the thought of him touching you

the metalhead frowned, dropping his hands.

it was silent for a moment, the only thing to be heard was the folding of clothes

but Eddie really frowned when he noticed you putting a specific outfit in your case.

he pulled it out, his eyebrows furrowing deeply

"I thought you were wearing this tomorrow night" he spoke softly

you snatched it out of his hands

"i'm not going" you mumbled.

that's when he looked down

11:49 pm

you were wearing shoes. not slippers or slides that you normally wear before bed, you were wearing a pair of sneakers.

and you weren't even wearing any pj's.

instead, your body was clothed in jeans and a dark green sweater

"where are you going?" Eddie dared to ask.

he wasn't buzzed anymore

you couldn't even be bothered to fold the clothes anymore. All you did was take them out of the little drawer or off the hook and shove them in, pushing them down so they would fit

you were holding back a sob when he reached out again

His rough fingertips burned your skin as he held your hand

Eddie watched as your body shook once, then twice, then continuing to shake as you cried

Eddie wrapped his arms around you, trying to keep you upright as your legs began to buckle but you shrugged him off

"leave me alone" you said, that was the loudest you've been all night

you had been sitting alone for an hour or two, trying to hold back your tears, but seeing him in front of you, it made you want to stay.

10:27 pm

the phone rung 5 times,

ring, ring, ring, ring, ring

before someone picked up

"hello?" Gareth had said on the other side

you smiled "Hi Gareth, it's me. just wondering how the show went"

there were a few cheers in the background before he replied

"yeah, it was great, wish you were there, biggest crowd yet" he chuckled

"I know, me too, Is Eddie there?" you questioned hopefully

it was a longer pause this time, Gareth holding his breath from the other side of his phone

"yeah, yeah...uh.. about that... we saw him go into his room a few minutes ago.. with uh- with a couple of um" He paused, Gareth doesn't want to be the one to say it, but he knows he should "with a couple groupies.."

"oh." you hummed.

Eddie had always turned down any groupie

but as soon as you didn't go to one show, he had a whole pile of them ready

you hung up

was that really the way you go out?

you never would have guessed Eddie of all people to do that

it made sense, so much sense that you had chuckled dryly as you leaned against the headboard of the hotel bed.

all rockstars are the same, every single one of them had to get off. relationship or not, it seemed to never be enough for them, right?

you thought he had mostly everything a rockstar does, drugs, alcohol, the hair, the reputation.

he had always said you were it for him. you were the only one for him and that was it. but as soon as you turn your back, he stabs it.

how could he?

11:50 pm

he held onto your arm as you walked past him

"Why are you leaving?" Eddie murmured.

He was confused, more confused than he's ever been.

tears were streaming down your face as your body shook

you lip wobbled as you tried to talk "I didn't think you'd ever do that to me, Eds" you wept "I really didn't"

"d-do what? what did I do this time?"

you shook your head "the second I don't go to a show you have a whole bunch of groupies on you... I get that you're a rockstar but that's still cheating"

Eddie's face dropped, cheat on you? no- no, no, no he would never

"I- I didn't-" he started before you cut him off

"-I called you, Gareth picked up and told me you went off with some groupies..."

his head shook vigorously "no- no, no I didn't- I would never- we- I, all I did was share a joint with them- Baby I would nev-"

"Rockstars don't just share a joint was groupies, Eds!"

he knew how that might have looked- sounded, but he swears on his life.

the band was celebrating a great show and everyone was cheering backstage

he pulled out a few joints and offered them to a few people, but the manager had rolled his eyes and told Eddie to do it in his room, so that's when everyone went to his room

so, he may be a little drunk, and high but even wasted Eddie would never do that to you, and his heart tightens at the thought of you thinking he would

in this moment Eddie can feel the world spinning.

all he did was share a joint or two, the only person who got laid tonight by a groupie was Jeff, and Eddie would know because they were all prancing on him before Eddie gagged, telling them to do it somewhere else.

A few tried to get themselves on Eddie as they all left but he specifically remembers telling them 'I'm off limits, girls. reserved for one lady and one lady only" he had smirked, waving his ring on his finger

he remembers the pout on their lips before running out to follow jeff, leaving Eddie all alone with one passed out groupie, a bottle of something in her hand, he had shaken his head and gotten up, leaving his room when he saw Gareth hanging up the phone on the wall

He thought about calling you- but before he could reach the phone his manager had dragged him alone to meet someone 'special' a man who was interested in blah blah blah.

"I did! Jeff can tell you! I'll go get Jeff right now!" Eddie stepped away to quickly leave but you yelled at him

"EDWARD STOP!" he stopped in his tracks; you don't yell at him. he turned back.

11:53 pm

"Cheat on me, don't cheat on me, I don't care!" you started

he noticed everything about you in this moment

your dishevelled hair, getting in your face.

your eyes red, puffy from crying.

tears staining your flushed cheeked.

your slumped shoulders, probably from the late hour and lack of energy.

the white knuckles that wrapped around the handle of the suitcase

the tremble in your frame.

the plush pink of your lips quivering

Your nose slightly flared as you stared at him

that's when the first tear rolled down his cheeks

it's been 2 months, which, in the moment felt like forever, but standing here, right now, it went by so quick.

it's been 2 months on the tour so far and Eddie thought it was going great.

he thought you were having fun.

it's been 2 months on the tour so far and you couldn't do any more of it.

you weren't having any fun.

the whole time you've been watching him on stage, being loved by so many people that that's all he seemed to care about, that's all he would boast about.

he said it made him so powerful, on stage in front of hundreds, thousands of people that cheered his name.

the crowd had taken him away from you.

you thought that backstage it would be different, but as soon as he ran off stage, he would brush past you, high fiving everyone and completely ignore you

you would follow him back to his room, but he would shut the door before you could make it

he didn't even notice you anymore.

Eddie didn't even realise he was doing this

he thought you were having fun.

but you were having the worst time of your life.

groupies would look you up and down and huff, silently asking 'why is she here?" "Who even is she?"

while the manager would just push you out of the way and say 'you're in the way'

when Eddie asked you to go with him, he said it would the best experience, that he'd show you the world, bring you on stage and show the world you're his

you never expected the latter, but you didn't get anything you promised

you had been there since the very beginning, but you have a feeling you wouldn't be there for the end, and the be honest, you didn't want to be there anymore.

you just didn't fit into his life anymore.

and you have to accept that.

this wasn't a part of the plan. Eddie had thought to himself.

what is happening?

what is going on?

where are you going?

why are you going?

"I don't want to be here anymore, and it's clear that you don't want me here either" you spoke gently

another shake of the head "that's not true...I want you here, I'll always want you, honey"

all Eddie can hope for is that you believe his words, his truth.

he does want you here. but maybe he's been too caught up in other things to actually be with you while you're with him

the rockstar doesn't know what he can do, you're too far in your own head and belief that he doesn't know if he can change your mind

you're the love of his life. his wife. he wants you with him throughout everything

but maybe he hasn't made you feel a part of everything.

which is true, you feel like he's running so fast in life you can't catch him anymore.

and you're too tired to keep chasing and chasing and chasing after him.

he loved you, oh how he loved you. you could both sit in silence and not say a word to each other, and he could still feel the love.

but maybe you couldn't

you would do anything for him, without a hesitation, if it was for him or his benefit, you would do it in a heartbeat.

and he used to. but would he now?

Eddie's heart was heavy in his chest as you walked past him

he panted, trying to catch his breath as he felt himself start to panic

what would he do without you?

what would he do with himself?

the strings in his heart started to break, the pang in his chest started to make him cry as he followed you out.

12:00 am

he walked out of the hotel room.

maybe he took it too far.

the only way he could mend these strings are if you could hear his alibi.

but he doesn't have one

he called out to you

again, and again, and again.

but it was like you were running too fast for him that he couldn't reach

there was a taxi out the front, the wheels of your suitcase on the wet concrete echoing in his ears we he chased after you.

the rain was heavy. and the water droplets had fallen in his eyes, mixing with the salty tears that rolled down his cheeks

you had opened the Taxi door when he reached you

12:08 am

"Please, please don't do this. just stay... stay with me, you belong with me" he pleaded desperately.

he's never prayed for anything, but God how he prayed you'd follow him back inside.

he would pull you into an embrace, trying to keep you warm, he'd kiss you all over your wet face and he'd lay you down in the bed, whispering things he'd left unsaid for a while.

"I may belong to you, Eddie, but you... you belong to the crowd" you sniffled.

he shook his head once more.

"No, no, I belong with you, to you. I- I love you. so much. please just come back inside... we'll talk about this, ok?" he stoked your cheek, nodding his head

his smile was sad and tight, his eyes heavy and sore from crying.

his lips quivering.

you were as beautiful as the day he met you, all those years ago.

you've always been beautiful

you'd always be beautiful to him.

you closed your eyes, sighing

he's losing you.

he can't lose you.

Eddie can't breathe, not when you reach for your left hand and twist the wedding and engagement rings on your finger

his heart stopped and broke in that exact moment.

his whole life with you had flashed right before his eyes

this isn't how your story is supposed to end.

he wishes you could go for a late-night drive one more time

you'd fall asleep on his shoulder just one more time

wake you up your place just one more time

he could say 'see you tomorrow' just one more time

but that would be a lie

he doesn't know where to go from here.

why are you going?

don't you know you're breaking him?

"We can't do that, Eddie... it's done"

"it's not done. it's not done until you leave" he cries "so please don't leave, I- won't let you. I don't want you to leave"

he grabs your shoulders, pulling you close to him, pulling you so close

he can't smell you anymore, the rain has washed away your scent, will he ever be able to smell you again?

his embrace was anything but comforting to you, it was taunting, it was the silent begging to stay.

but you couldn't

you wouldn't do it to yourself

you need to let him go.

you need to let him be a rockstar.

you need to let him be who he needs to be.

you need to step back, get out of his way.

he's a rockstar, in one of the most popular bands right now, and what are you?

you were just a rockstars wife-

you were supposed to be a rockstar's wife

you weren't anymore.

not when you slipped the rings off your finger and handed them to him.

he looked down at them

it's funny

you had cried when he had slipped the engagement ring on your ring finger, creating the perfect proposal as you said 'yes' and kissed him

you had cried when he slipped the wedding ring on your finger, creating the perfect wedding when you said, 'I do' and kissed him

you had now cried when you slipped both of them off your finger, creating the worst moment of his life as you said, 'it's done', and he had to chase your lips one last time.

"please" he whispered as you pulled away.

you stepped back and let his hands fall to his sides

it was so cold.

why was it so cold?

the colour was drained from his face as Eddie thought about all the things he could say.

why.

why.

why.

why are you going?

Eddie was frozen in place, feeling the tingle of your cold lips lingering on his own, in what would be the last kiss of his life, he promised to himself.

if he can't love you, he couldn't love anything.

his eyes were heavy and dull, his lips slightly parted, shoulders slumped as he watched you get into the taxi, looking at him one last time

the ghost of the words 'I love you' on the tip of his tongue, but he didn't speak as you shut the door.

he balled his hand into a fist around the rings.

he should have said something, he never said it, but he should have told you how much you meant to him

12:12 am

that's the exact time that you had left him

that's the exact time Eddie's heart and soul left his body to chase after the car that drove down the dark road, disappearing with you and him in it.

though he was here, standing frozen in place, his shoulders shaking as his voice cracked when he sobs uncontrollably. and you were in the warmth of a taxi.

12:12 am

is the exact time the hottest rockstar of the decade died.

12:12 am

is the exact time your husband died

12:12 am

is the exact time Edward Munson died

but no one noticed

because there was no coffin, no funeral.

it was just his soul that had been corroded.

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[eunxhan]

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❝ Who knew getting dominated by some human would feel this good? ❞

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Ꮺ Anon Requested ⨾ hihi! The req you wrote was so good! /pos

Hua cheng and xielian my beloved hehe. Anyways! I'm so happy that you're in WHB! Can i req dom top male reader with the kings? I'm a sucker for domtop reader with a harem and i really love your writing style. But if you don't write harem then just choose one is fine! /pos gen

Ꮺ Eun Replies ⨾ Hello, Thank you i did my best with the requests ^^! This took me more than a couple of errors, I'm not used to writing NSFW as i easily get flustered by some.. I'll be making multiple parts of this because i quite enjoyed this. This took me the longest but i hope you do enjoy my work.

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Ꮺ Disclaimer — THIS IS NSFW, if you're underage i would recommend to stop reading if not then I'm not responsible for what you consume. English is not my main!

Reader & Genre ⨾ TOP!DOM!MALE!reader,

Words used ⨾ 11, 100+

Character ⨾ SATAN, MAMMON.

Links ⨾ My Navigation and Mandates

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He would likely be somewhat surprised and taken aback by a dominant male top. He's the King of Gehenna, he wouldn't accept this– oh he would.

Satan has been portrayed to be a very dominant and controlling person, so having someone else suddenly take the lead and control the situation would probably be quite unnerving for him.

Satan would likely try to put up a bit of a fight and push back against the Male but would likely find himself feeling a little overwhelmed and overwhelmed by the new dynamic. Both Men would fight over who's top and who's bottom. Actual wrestling on the bed.

Him being a very dominant and controlling figure, would likely be accustomed to always having the upper edge in conversations and interactions with others.

When presented with a dominant and controlling Lover, whom also has the means and power to physically overpower him, Satan's confidence and arrogance may suddenly start to waver and be shaken.

Satan would likely try to maintain his composure and act as if he's still in control and everything is fine. However, after hours of convincing and reassurance, Satan would likely come to accept the dominance of the reader, though it would probably take some time for him to fully adjust to it.

Satan's pride and ego would likely get the better of him at first, making him reluctant to surrender control to you, but once he does adapt and surrender control, he would likely learn to enjoy and appreciate the new dynamic. Starting to become more vulnerable and submissive towards the dominant man, as he would begin to develop more trust and affection towards him.

Satan would feel somewhat embarrassed and shy when faced with the dominance and boldness of you. He'll be slightly taken aback by the reader's confidence and assertiveness, which would likely make him feel out of his comfort zone.

However, Satan would secretly feel giddy and excited by your aggressive control and dominance. Teasing the dominant man as if his back is not gonna get broken, please shut him up or... Be the reason why he's crying loud.

He's very eager to let go of his dominance and submit to you. He would likely give in to your dominance and allow you to take the lead, following your instructions and requests. Satan also take pleasure in being handled and used however you prefers, and would likely have no objections to being submissive and compliant to your dominance.

Kiss his confidence points which is his shoulders and arm muscles, you would feel him clenching on your length alongside hearing his soft whimper against your ear. If you happen to have heavy hands, slap him. Slap him as hard as you can and he's releasing all over the bed and on your stomach.

His eyes will be open, not wanting them to close as he wants to see your reactions and how you create your sounds. He likes seeing how pleased you are with him and his body. Keep your face close to him, if not he would cling his arms around your neck in keeping you close.

Feeling the way your hips moving harshly, creating loud and wet noises by both of your skins slapping each other, This man would be aroused and slightly surprised. Hearing how loud and abrupt the movements are, he was in heaven.. Well how you treat him feels like it.

He would likely feel a mix of pleasure and excitement, and would probably feel like doing more than just remaining still, such as moving his own hips to meet the movements of yours or grabbing your hips and assisting in your movements.

If you were to degrade and humiliate him, he would reply with louder moans and whimpers. Sometimes he would tease you back, denying your words but the way he's being a cock whore for you says the opposite.

"You're so much better when you're submissive and compliant." You whispered against his ear as you hold both of the King's horns harshly to keep the man in place. As much as Satan wants to reply he's struggling too much with the force of your movements and the pain of the slaps to reply properly. Satan would likely also feel reluctant to admit to himself that it feels good to give in to the dominance and be handled by the reader. "The way you obediently follow my commands and give in to my dominance is so hot." you groaned before slapping his ass, making Satan shiver under you. He couldn't even form his words as if he's speaking in gibberish. "Your pride and arrogance hold you back from experiencing even more pleasure." You continued degrading him, letting go of his horns and sneaking your arms around his torso. "Let go of them and let me take control of you, baby?" your voice wavering as you feel your end, your hips shaking the same way as Satan's. "'M..'M close! [_] close! Please! Keep using my body!" he pleaded, which you agreed to his plea. You always love cumming together, a few thrusts and both of you are letting out a moan as you cum inside and Satan on the sheets before falling. Being inside in a second before pulling out, watching it drip out of him.

"No one could dominate you as good as me, so why not just submit to me and enjoy being handled by a superior dominant top?" You teased, chuckling as you look at him. Completely destroyed, his hair a mess, his whole body filled with marks and bruises, the way the demon is shaking. Oh he would ask for another round even if he's completely beaten up.

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Mammon would likely be taken aback a little bit by the dominance and assertiveness of yours.

Mammon would likely feel quite embarrassed and flustered being in such a submissive position, as it is not something he is used to in his usual role in the group. He wouldn't say no, he would gladly agree to it. As long as he's feeling you all over, that's enough for him.

If you happen to prepare Mammon, he would likely feel some level of excitement and anticipation, especially if you were touching him. He's bigger in figure and taller than you, unless you're a titan. Of course his back is laying on the bed, seeing your face. Let him keep his hands on your ass, he likes it and he's been doing good.

You touching him in a way that he found pleasurable and was preparing him, Mammon would likely feel more relaxed and comfortable with the dominance of the Man. However, even if Mammon was being prepared and touched by his lover.

In bed, Mammon would likely be responsive and obedient to your instructions. He would likely let you take control and guide his movements in bed.

Mammon's usual dominating and commanding personality would likely take a backseat, allowing you to take charge. He would likely take delight in giving in to you and experiencing the pleasure of a dominant top's control.

As he's not much of a vocal man but you'll hear his groans and whines, the way his head rolls back is enough to know that he's enjoying you.

You could tie Mammon's hands and feet together in order to make him even more submissive and pliable. Of course it'll be gold, it makes him even more prettier for you. He loves feeling pretty for you.

You could tie him down and blindfolded him, taking control of his senses and heightening the feelings of dominance and submission. Lick his horns and he would come in a second, lick his nipples and he's moaning your name.

Use verbal commands to direct Mammon's movements during bed. He's so obedient for you, sometimes teasing you just to get a chuckle from you. Push and pull him into different positions, he likes being surprised especially blindfolded.

Touch and caress him, praise him by calling him a good boy. He's whimpering for you, he likes being touched and praised. Hold hands is a must every time you both feel like coming, you'll see him pouting after if you didn't.

When you kept praising Mammon while both their hips continued to move harshly, Mammon would likely feel an overwhelming mix of pleasure and embarassment. Enjoying the feeling of your praise and compliments. It would make him feel desired and valued, and boost his confidence and ego. On the other hand, he would feel embarrassed and shy about the fact that you kept calling him a "submissive puppy" and calling out his submissive behavior in bed.

Kissing and caressing Mammon while using your hands to hold Mammon's neck and face, forcing Mammon to look at you while you praise and encourage him.

" You're such a good boy, aren't you? Taking all these thrusts like a good boy that you are. " You grunted as your hands on his demon's inner thighs, forcing them to spread wide open. Watching Mammon's dick bounce as well as his thighs jiggle each thrust, "your.. Good boy" he mumbled along the way with his soft whines, trying to open his legs more to feel his Top. You above him chuckled, liking how obedient his submissive demon is. " You're such an obedient and compliant boy. " He replied back, one of your hand squeezing Mammon's tits. " Just keep following my commands and let me use your body however I like. " The demon moaned on your words, he loved hearing your voice. His hand goes on top of the yours which was on his tits, his eyes glistening as he pulls your hand to caress his cheek."Treasure.." he whined softly, hinting that he want you close which you did lean closer to kiss him. "c..cumming" he muffled between your lips, "come for me, baby" You ordered, moving your hand on his intertwined. Your hips moves drastically which made him cry out, his back arching before both of you released your essences. The demon wrapped his legs around your waist, not wanting you to pull out yet. "I want you inside longer.." he demanded, he likes feeling you inside. He can go hours or days even, you give him a peck kiss on the cheek as you listen to him.

Looking at him, he was drenched with sweat, saliva, and cum. His thighs were shaking a bit from how long they stretched for. You guys would be fighting over who's doing aftercare, he loves taking care of you and you being a gentleman would insist into taking care of him.

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[girl-dot-tzt]

Alright results are in, I'm not allowed to finish for 36 days 🙃

Im going to update this as a lil diary to keep me honest💃

Day 1: I'm feeling pretty good, I notice I get really horny when I take my prog the ✨️fun way✨️ so I'm going to use that method to increase the challenge this month. I'm thinking of meeting a friend tomorrow so I'm excited!

Day 2: more of the same, pretty standard, had a great time with said friend. Getting a teeny but pent up but nothing crazy yet.

Day 3: getting more pent up but it's still manageable, made the mistake of reading a ton of horny posts and getting myself really horny. Thankfully I calmed down and now I'm good to go

Day 4: went to work, did some bike wrenching, now im boutta sleep. pretty uneventful but I'm meeting a good friend of mine tomorrow so I plan on making up for the lack of horny twofold. I need to get some Oregonian mutuals bc I'd like to bite someone :3

Day 5: got my tits fondled for like 3 hours while I watched anime and got insanely high, I need like 4 people to hold me down and grope/tease/fuck me... preferably all at once. I've got 31 more daysssssss, does it count if it's hands free? 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Day 6: got no sleep, very horny, idk what direction Is up, and I need an answer to the question from yesterday 😫

Day 7: got sleep but not railed because if I get railed too well I'll could possibly finish and idk if that's OK yet :3. I'm going to mountain bike today! I'm super excited bc I need something to take the edge off, if I'm really unlucky I'll get too horny from the idea of getting fucked in the woods and make an update here.

Day 8: we're evening out a little, this may not be impossible, tbf I haven't had time to do much lately so when I finally get the time to ride my toys that might change. I'm planning on doing that tomorrow :3

Day 8 update: I accidentally took two progesterone pills because I boof mine, but I accidentally muscle memory-ed taking my prog orally. Got so horny during work that I nearly cried.

Day 9: I broke some spokes while mountain biking and now I'm sad, but horny and frustrated too. I can only think about being bred, but also being sad that my bike broke, damn fucking stupid sticks getting inbetween my fucking spokes. I need railed bad, etcetera etcetera

Day 10:

Girl abs, that is all

Day 11: I'm going to fuck myself on the biggest toy I own until I'm crying or edging with my Pspot🧍‍♀️ I will return

Day 12: I'm pretty sure I ended up getting edged. Pretty sure because I've never actually finished hands free before and my vibrator died right before I was about to finish. One of you witchy mother fuckers knew I was about to cheat or something, no other explanations, couldn't possibly be that I forgot to charge toys like a dumbass. Laugh it up, I got edged hard by my ADHD.

Days 13: I had a threesome and it was awesome! I explained my agreement to them and got teased a bunch as me and my friend dommed the fuck out of a gorgeous girl. We groped and kissed and sucked all over her body as she got more and more worked up, until eventually I was fucking her with my big purple vibrator and she came hands free for the first time! We made sure to shower her with all kinds of praise and congratulations 💃💃

Days 14-16: started a new job, I'm getting so horny these days that rather than feeling butterflies it's like an almost painful NEED. Like I just desperately need to get tied up and ground into dust, getting edged with my vibrator did a number on me because I'm a mess rn😆

Days 17-20: if I may be honest i embarked on this endeavor to try to finish hands free, I've never done it before but I desperately want to. I think I'll be able to do it by the end of these 36 days or sooner. Idk it's just a hunch🧍‍♀️

Day 21-29: 10 hr shifts in a lab will drive you nuts when there's nothing to think about but getting railed and ice cream percentages. On the plus side I am not only paid but required to eat ice cream every hour at my job. On the downside, I got so horny I cried last night🧍‍♀️😵‍💫😵‍💫

[come-away-with-me87]

The Art of Love Chapter 11

Chapter 10 here

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You pulled out your phone, and texted Shouta and lied, saying "hey Shouta, I'm not feeling very well today, I'm not going to be able to make our picnic date. I'm sorry." It took him about half an hour to get back to you, "I'm sorry to hear you're not feeling well, Y/N. Can I do anything for you?" He was sweet. "No, but thank you for offering, I'm just going to get some rest today." You felt badly for lying to Shouta, but after that dream you had, you were in a weird mood. Between the news you watched last night, and your dream, you were feeling unsure about everything.

Even though it was only a dream, seeing Shouta's lifeless body in a hospital bed then a casket was too much for you. If something were to happen to him, you didn't know if your heart could handle that kind of heartache again after what you went through with Kento all those years ago. You had a lot of thinking to do. You spent the remainder of your Saturday coming up with lesson plans for your students for the upcoming week.

You felt badly for missing your date with Shouta that day, but your emotions were all over the place. Should you continue to date him? You understood that was a risk you would be taking with anyone you would date, but a pro-hero? Those risks were exponentially worse. Shouta was good to you. He made you feel good, you were comfortable around him, and if you were being honest with yourself, you were beginning to fully open your heart again; you were falling in love with him. But you couldn't help but think of the risks of dating a pro-hero, and wondered if your heart could handle another potential heartbreak.

Around 7:00pm that evening, you heard a knock on your door. You weren't expecting any visitors, so you wondered who it could be. You went to the door and opened it, and there stood Shouta with some sort of take out container. "Shouta…" was all you could muster. Quickly, your manners caught up to you. "Please, come in," you followed up with. Shouta accepted your invitation and came inside saying, "I know you're not feeling well, so Eri and I made some soup to make you feel better." You instantly teared up at his statement while accepting the soup. Shouta looked you in the eyes, "I'm sorry, did I say something wrong?"

You couldn't help yourself; you burst out crying. "No, of course not, Shouta. You're wonderful. It's just…I just don't think I can see you anymore." You used the old 'it's not you, it's me' line. "What do you mean, Y/N? I thought things were going in a positive direction with us?" Why did he have to say that? Because he was right…but you needed to protect your heart. You made the decision right then and there. "Shouta, I'm so sorry. Again, you're a wonderful man, but I don't want to see you anymore." Shouta just looked at you in bewilderment, "I still don't understand. What's changed?"

You fought back more tears and decided not to tell him the true reason why. "I just don't see a future with us, I'm so sorry." Your heart broke at your own words, because they couldn't be further from the truth. You absolutely saw a future with Shouta, along with Eri. Oh, and poor Eri; she loved having you around outside of the school setting. But again, you decided that you needed to protect your heart and stayed true to your word. "I see, Y/N. I'm really sorry to hear this," Shouta finally said after a few moments, "I should get going." You looked over at him, not sure what else to say. "I'm so sorry, Shouta. I really am." He looked at you with a defeated look in his eyes, "goodbye, Y/N." And with that, he was out the door. And out of your life.

You closed the door behind him, walked over to your couch, sat down, put your head in your hands and began sobbing. You just broke up with a man you were falling in love with. A man who would protect you with everything he had, like he did with everyone else he cared about. A man who treated you like a queen. Those kinds of men were hard to come by, and while you were feeling grateful you had the opportunity to have two of those kinds of men in your life, you couldn't have your heart broken again. You had to protect it.

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To be continued…

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Let's call it Fate | Part 1

(A/N) Finally they meet. And there's already something between them. Can't lie to you, I want to make this a slowborn, but I'm not sure if I have the willpower for that.

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader (no Y/N)

Warning: google translate translations, abusive parents (especially mother), arranged marriage, age gap, bullying

Prologue | Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13

You didn’t speak with your parents until you had to leave. A car was parked outside of the mansion you grew up in, a Ghoul sitting in the driver’s seat and waiting for you. Your luggage had already been stowed away in the trunk. All that was left was to say goodbye and get into the car.

As always, your parents were dressed as if they had been invited to a ball. With one last look inside the building, you turned and walked outside, quickly descending the steps that lead from the front door to the driveway. And on your way, you walked past your parents, ignoring them completely. From the corner of your eyes, you saw your father reach out, but quickly lowering his hand again when he realized that you didn’t care.

Once you got closer to the car, the head butler opened the car door for you. But you stopped before you climbed and hugged him. He and the rest of the staff had always looked out for you and raised you.

“Say goodbye to the others for me, will you?”

He smiled sadly and nodded.

“Of course, miss. Have a safe journey.”

You nodded in thanks and climbed into the backseat. As soon as he was sure you were buckled in, the butler softly closed the door and took a step back, keeping his eyes on you as the car slowly pulled away and drove off.

As you watched your home slowly disappear in the distance, you couldn’t help the tears slowly streaming down your face. You would probably never see it again, or the people working there. Of course, you had spent the last few days saying goodbye to everyone, but you wished you could have seen them all one more time. And despite everything, you wished you had said goodbye to your parents.

Once the building is gone, you turn back towards the front of the car and immediately notice the Ghoul watching you through the rearview mirror. Without saying a word, he reached for something on the passenger seat before holding it out towards you. It was a small tissue box.

You smiled through your tears as you took it from his hand.

“Thank you.”

The Ghoul seemed surprised by your words, but quickly recovered and nodded, before focusing back on the road. You quickly pulled out two tissues and used them to wipe the tears away and blow your nose.

“No more crying.”

It was a whisper, a promise to yourself. No matter what was going to happen, you were going to be strong. You had to be.

You spent the rest of the ride looking out the window, watching the scenery pass by. At some point, the Ghoul turns on the radio, something you were thankful for since you were extremely close to putting on your headphones, but you also found it rude to do so when there was someone else in the car.

The hours passed quicker than you thought and before you knew it, the car pulled up in front of a gigantic, black stone building. The Ministry. You had never been there before, only hearing about it when your father told you about his days there. Before you could move to open the door and step outside, it was pulled open and a hand clad in a black, leather glove reached out towards you. You quickly placed your hand in it, and let the person behind it pull you out.

“Welcome to the Ministry.”

You glanced up, a smile on your face.

“Thank you, I-”

The sentence died on your lips as you met the mismatched eyes of the man in front of you. One was a startling white, while the other was a brilliant green, the black paint around his eyes only accentuating the colors. His gaze was kind and understanding and you suddenly found yourself at a loss of words.

“Ah…you’re welcome.”

He smiled and dipped his head slightly. You still didn’t know what to say, but were thankfully saved by the Ghoul that brought you here.

“I will take your luggage up to your room, miss.”

You turn to look at them, your two suitcases already in his hands.

“Oh, I can help!”

You were about to rush towards them when they stopped you.

“It’s no problem, but thank you. Cardinal.”

The Ghoul smiled at you and slightly bowed towards the man who had helped you out of the car, before scurrying up the stairs that led to the front doors. You watched him leave, before one word he just said caught your attention. Cardinal. Cardinal! Of course, the paint, the cassock. This was Cardinal Copia!

You quickly turned to him and lowered your head.

“I apologize Cardinal. I didn’t mean to be rude.”

Cardinal Copia placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, causing you to lift your head. His lips were pulled into a soft smile.

“Va tutto bene, it’s alright. Now, let’s get you up to the others before the tour begins.”

He placed a gentle hand on the small of your back as he began leading you up the stairs. The touch sent a shiver through your body and you smiled to yourself, hoping that everyone was as kind as him.

But that couldn’t be. As soon as you entered the large entry hall, you heard the stern voice of an older woman. She didn’t sound kind at all and you felt yourself tense up.

“Is that the last one?”

Copia stopped and glanced over at the woman, who had a small group of similarly aged people as you, around her.

“Sì. L'ultimo.” (Yes. The last one.)

The woman nodded, then quickly counted the people around her, as well as you, a satisfied, but not kind smile on her face.

“Good. Now, today is your first day here. We will give you a tour of the Ministry, and after that, you will have time to explore on your own. Now, follow me.”

The woman started walking quickly, the others and you shuffling to catch up to and keep pace with her. Cardinal Copia also walked along and quickly decided to stick with for now, rather than with the group. When the Cardinal noticed that, he gave you a soft smile before he returned his attention to the woman, who was talking at the front. But you paid her rambling no mind, instead busy taking in everything around you.

Your father had told you of the beauties of the Ministry, how it almost felt like you were caught in a dream. The gothic architecture kept you fascinated, the colorful stained glass windows made the sunlight fracture into rainbows along the walls and floors. The doors were made of heavy, dark wood and there were beautiful statues everywhere. While the others were walking and talking, your head kept swiveling from one side to the other. Sometimes you even spun your entire body around just to be able to take everything in.

“Have you not been here before?”

You look up at Cardinal Copia, your cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Of course, you forgot that he was right beside you while you were acting like a fool.

“Ah, ahm…no. I never had the opportunity to visit.”

Cardinal Copia nodded, a smile ever present. He glanced at the woman in front, before he leaned closer to you, whispering.

“I can show you some secrets later. If you’d like.”

You grinned as you turned to him.

“I’d love that.”

He nodded, his lips now replicating the grin you were sporting.

“This is the library. You will find close to every book the world has to offer. If you need something, please talk with the assistants, otherwise, I can assure you that you will get lost in there.”

The woman didn’t even stop in front of the heavy doors as she was talking, instead just kept walking as if she was late for a meeting. Maybe she was.

As everyone kept walking, you saw a Ghoul walk towards the library, a large stack of books in their arms, almost blocking their eyes. You were already concerned since the stack kept swaying from side to side, but you hadn’t anticipated one of the people from the group tripping them. Your eyes widened as the Ghoul, along with the books fell to the floor. All the while you could hear snickering from the group and when you looked up, you saw who had done it. Noah.

You huffed, annoyed that that was your forced fiancee. At least he didn’t seem to notice you, instead turning back to look towards the woman, did nothing. She just glared at the Ghoul for a second, before she kept walking.

Cardinal Copia and you both rushed toward the Ghoul and the books, helping to pick them up and put them back into a stack. The Ghoul quickly thanked both of you, before he picked up the stack and kept walking.

“Non è un buon inizio. Che stronzo.” (That’s not a good start. What an asshole.)

You giggled, only understanding the last word, and knowing what it meant, you couldn’t agree more. The Cardinal quickly glanced at you, the anger in his eyes dissipating, his frown being replaced with a smile.

“Chiedo scusa. I shouldn’t curse in front of a lady.” (I apologize.)

You chuckled at the comment, shaking your head.

“I’m hardly a lady, Cardinal. Anything that is fine for you, shall be fine for me.”

Cardinal Copia was about to respond when the woman’s voice rang out, louder than before.

“So, you’ve seen everything important, the rest you can explore on your own. Cardinal Copia will now take you to your rooms, where you’ll stay for the next few months until you’ve been baptized.”

Without even a goodbye, she turned on her heel and left. The group that had followed closely behind her quickly turned around, now staring at Cardinal Copia. All but one at least. You felt his eyes on you before you saw him staring. Noah was glaring holes into you, although you had no idea why. You quickly returned your attention to the Cardinal when he started talking.

“Bene, andiamo.”

Before he fully turned, he locked eyes with you for a second, winking at you with his lips stretched into a soft smile. You returned the smile, even if he no longer could see you.

The Cardinal quickly started moving in the direction you had just come from, past the library. But where you had come from the right, he turned left, leading you into a part of the ministry you hadn’t been in before.

As you moved together with the group, you suddenly felt an arm around your shoulder, pulling you to the back of the group. You didn’t have to look up to know how it belonged to. Once you were out of earshot, Noah leaned down, holding his lips close to your ear.

“I didn’t take you for one of those girls with daddy issues, but here we are. Look, I don’t care about your problems or stupid crushes, but if you embarrass me and my family, I’ll make sure to ruin you and yours. More than it’s already ruined at least.”

He pressed a wet kiss to your cheek before he pushed off of you and rejoined the rest of the group. By now, Cardinal Copia had turned around, facing the group while walking backward and his eyes quickly found yours as he looked at you with concern. You gently shook your head, trying to signal that you were okay. He nodded slightly, but the concern stayed evident in his eyes.

As soon as his attention left you for a moment, you wiped what remained from the kiss, off your cheek, grimacing as you felt your sleeve grow moist. But before you could focus on that, your mind snapped back to his words. Ruin your family more than it’s already ruined? What could he mean by that?

“Bene, here are your rooms. Inside you will find your habits, as well as other essentials. Your luggage has also already been brought up, so that should be in there as well. Please put on your habits before you join us for dinner.”

Cardinal Copia looked around the group.

“You can spend the rest of the day however you would like to. Dinner starts at six p.m., you’re expected to be there on time. For everyone who may be unsure of how to get back to the mess hall, I’ll be here at five-fifty and will accompany anyone who is here, there. Tomorrow, classes will start at eight a.m. We will gather in front of the mess hall after breakfast and I’ll show you the way.”

He fell silent, looking around, before frowning.

“Well? Off you go.”

The group around you quickly scattered, most were excited to find their rooms. You stayed glued to your spot for a moment, before you too went off to search for your room, not noticing the Cardinal’s gaze following you.

Part 2

Once in your room, a relieved sigh escaped you. This would be your safe haven for the next few months, your safe space. And you were sure you were going to need it.

While you were standing there, your back against the door, your eyes swept across the room. The furniture was simple. A wooden desk with a wooden chair to match. Above the desk were a few shelves, mostly unoccupied, but with a few books already on them. There was also a desk lamp, along with a college block and a few pens. Everything was ready for classes to begin.

On the other side of the room was a large wooden wardrobe, more than enough space for the few clothes you brought. Between the closet and the desk sat a simple wooden desk with a mattress, pillow, and blanket, all covered in black linen. Not something you’d necessarily choose, but it looked very comfy. Of course, there was also a nightstand, with another lamp on it. And opposite the bed, a large mirror hung on the wall. Together with your habit.

You pushed off of the door and reached out, letting your fingers run over the fabric. It was soft, comfortable. Not too thick or too thin. Carefully, you pulled it off the hanger and laid it out on the bed, admiring it for a second. When you had heard of the uniform, the habit, the first thing you thought of was what nuns wore in Catholic churches. And this was similar, but so much better.

It was a form-fitting, black dress that reached just above the knees. The fabric that covered above the chest and down the arms was made of a black, see-through material. The dress was beautiful, to say the least. It didn’t feel like a habit or a uniform, it just felt like a dress and all you wanted in that moment, was to try it on. You reached down and pulled your shirt over your head, but then you hesitated. You…smelt.

With a sigh, you pulled the shirt back down, deciding that you needed a shower before you could change. You quickly grabbed one of the suitcases, the one that contained all your necessities, and moved to the door on the other side of the room. As you expected, it led to a small bathroom with a toilet, a sink, and a shower. Everything you’d need.

You quickly opened the suitcase and took out everything you’d need, before tying your hair up and stripping. After turning the shower on, you waited for a few moments, before you checked the temperature and once it was warm enough, you stepped under the water and let it wash away everything that happened that day. The goodbyes, the tears, the pain and the regret.

You couldn’t change what had happened, no use in worrying about it now. All you could do was make the best of it and enjoy your time here. Maybe even make some new friends.

You finished your shower as quickly as you could, not wanting to waste too much time in there. Time that you could spend exploring. Once you jumped out, you dried off, let down your hair, and applied some cream. Then you made your way back to your room and put on the dress, admiring yourself in the mirror for a second or two. After all, pride is one of the deadly sins, why not indulge in it for a bit?

Once you had your fill, you pulled on the black moccasins and stepped out the door. On the way out, you checked for a lock but didn’t find one. Apparently, there was a lot of trust in the Ministry. The feeling of leaving all your belongings in an unlocked room made you feel uneasy, but there was nothing you could do about it at the moment. So you decided to explore instead.

With quick steps, you left the dorm area, taking random lefts and rights. You didn’t care where you were going, you just wanted to look around. While exploring, you passed numerous siblings of sin, as well as Ghouls, but no one stopped to talk to you or stop you. So at least you weren’t wandering into some sort of restricted area.

After about half an hour, you suddenly found yourself outside. You must’ve reached the backyard since you didn’t see this area when you arrived. And good lord below, was it a massive backyard. Miles of grass with fields and a large greenhouse. And where the grass ended, a forest began, probably still part of the Ministry.

You slowly made your way towards the greenhouse, curious as to what was being kept inside. Once there, you noticed that the door was slightly ajar. At least you wouldn’t have any issues getting inside. And you were glad you decided to explore it. The tables along the glass walls were lined with flowers, both local and exotic. It almost looked (and felt) like you were in the middle of the jungle. Further back, in a different section, you found all kinds of different fruits and vegetables. And…strawberries. And they were ripe. You let your fingers trail over one that looked especially delicious when a voice suddenly startled you.

“Please, take one and try it. They are especially delicious this year.”

You spun around and came face to face with an elderly man. If it weren’t for the paint on his face, you would’ve thought that he was any old member of the Ministry, but he wasn’t. He was Papa Primo.

“Papa.”

You quickly bowed your head in respect, but raised it once you heard him chuckle.

“Please, no need for formalità. It is rare that someone visits me down here, so I’m just happy.”

Your heart melted at his words and you immediately had to think of your grandfather. He passed a few years ago, but Papa Primo reminded you a lot of him. Wise and kind with understanding eyes. It felt as if you could trust him with all your secrets, with your problems, and your deepest thoughts.

“Are you lonely?”

The question escaped you before you could stop yourself. But he just chuckled again.

“I don’t think anyone ever asked me that question…but you could say that I’m lonely. Not always in a bad way, but sometimes I really want some company.”

You nodded, finally picking the strawberry. As well as a second one. With slow steps, you walked over to Papa Primo and held out the second strawberry.

“Do you want some company now?”

With a gentle smile, Papa Primo took the strawberry from your fingers and nodded, nodding towards a set of chairs and a small table. You sat down with him and as if you were holding champagne flutes, you gently knocked the strawberries together in a cheer, before you both bit into them.

You groaned as the sweetness filled your mouth, a smile spreading on your lips. You even had to cup your free hand under your chin to catch the juice escaping your mouth. Papa Primo chuckled at your reaction and took another bite.

“Told you they were good.”

You chuckled and nodded in agreement, quickly finishing the rest of your strawberry.

“How do you get them to become so sweet? We had strawberries back where I lived, but they never tasted as good as these.”

“It sounds uh…cheesy but, cura e amore. Care and love are all that plants need to grow.”

You smiled and nodded. Although the staff at your parent’s house was dedicated, they didn’t have the time and energy to care for the plants that way. But Papa Primo had all the time in the world to care about his plants. And judging by the greenhouse, he truly did care.

As soon as the man noticed that you had finished your strawberry, he slowly got to his feet.

“You looked starved, let’s get you some more food. I have plenty of frutta you can try.”

You immediately jumped to your feet.

“Oh no, please. I-I can grab it on my own, you don’t have to, really-”

Papa Primo just waved you off.

“I can’t sit still for too long anyway. My muscoli start protesting if I do.”

You nod in understanding and follow him, as he grabs a small basket and wanders towards the fruit section of the greenhouse. Once the two of you had filled the basket to the brim with different fruits, you returned to the chairs and started snacking while you talked.

You expected him to immediately ask you if you were one of the new people. The students. But he didn’t mention it with a single word, instead treating you like any other person. Knowing that being a new person will define you for the next few months, him not acknowledging the fact was refreshing. Instead, you talked about Satan and the world. And before you knew it…dinner had already started.

As soon as you noticed that, you jumped to your feet, frantic.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m late. Cardinal Copia empathized that we have to be punctual for dinner.”

Papa Primo, once again, slowly got to his feet.

“Don’t you worry. All will be forgiven if you accompany me to the mess hall. We’ll just blame it on my old bones.”

Your anxiety quickly dissipated at his carefree nature and with a smile, offered him your arm. And he was right, his pace was slow, making you even later to dinner. But with him by your side you didn’t feel nervous, you felt safe. The kind of safe only a grandparent could make one feel.

So, you slowly made your way to the mess hall. And to be honest, you were glad that Papa Primo was with you because you would have had no idea how to get back there alone. Instead, he slowly led you through the halls, elbow interlocked with yours.

Once you stood in front of the doors to the mess hall, he stopped and looked at you with a crooked grin.

“You ready to face the wrath of Copia?”

You chuckle, squirming next to the old man.

“Don’t tease me like that.”

He joined in your chuckle, before calming down and pushing the doors open. Immediately, the noises stopped and it felt as if every soul in that hall looked at you. But Papa Primo didn’t acknowledge it, so neither did you. Instead, you slowly helped him to his seat.

“Thank you, cara. I appreciate the help.”

You smiled at Papa Primo, before bowing your head in respect towards him, as well as his siblings and the rest of the people sitting at the head table. As you walked away, you quickly glanced at the Cardinal, finding him already looking at you, a kind smile on his face.

Translastions: Va tutto bene...It's alright Sì. L'ultimo...Yes. The last one. segreti...secrets Non è un buon inizio. Che stronzo....That's not a good start. What an asshole. Chiedo scusa...I apologize Bene, andiamo...Good. Let's go.

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Gojo x Hindu!Wife!Reader Arranged Marriage

Note: Cold Gojo.

You, a 25 year old Hindu woman, and Satoru were in an arranged marriage since 2 years. He's always cheerful, except when you're around of course. It's clear to everyone that you're not welcome into his life at all. This is why you aren't accepted into Satoru's friend group. Although, the students love you like you're their mother. They're always used to seeing your smile, which is fake of course. You are a very good teacher at Jujutsu high, and our curse technique is being able to bend the laws of physics. You were heading back from your missions at 11:00 PM, like normal, but something was different. You were hit by the cursed technique of the curse you exorcised. You somehow got into the house, but you were bleeding a lot. Satoru was sitting on the couch and chilling, he turned his attention to you, as his eyes widened, he rushed towards you and scooped you up in bridal style. Without a word, he took you to his bedroom and took out the first aid kit. He treated your wounds, and then let you rest in his bed because you fainted. 2 hours later, you finally wake up. Satoru is sitting at the edge of the bed with his head down low, you can hear him sniffling and sobbing...

You: Satoru?

You say as you sit up on bed. Satoru rushes to you, revealing his teary face. He jumps onto the bed and then hugs you tight. You blink for a moment with your eyes widened, but you calm down and hug Satoru back while smiling. Satoru cries onto your breast and hugs you tighter, while you caress his head. It looks like almost losing you taught him your importance...

You: Shhhhhh... It's okay........

You say while comforting Satoru and caressing his head. Satoru says in his breaking voice...

Satoru: Y-y/n..... I'm so s-sorry-y...... I-i should have l-loved yo-ou m-more and understood-d your-r importance-e.... I-i-

Before he can speak more, he bursts out into tears again. After a few hours, he finally calms down. Right now, he is hugging you with his face buried into your breast. You kiss his soft head and say...

You: Now now, stop crying my sukh(Note for reader: Sukh means happiness).

Satoru: W-wh-hat does Sukh mean?

You smile and reply...

You: Happiness in Sanskrit.

Satoru hugs you even tighter and says...

Satoru: E-even after I never l-loved you or c-cared for you, you still call me your h-happiness, why-y?

You: It's because of my dharma. Think of dharma as the code of conduct in Hinduism. Just because somebody considers me their enemy, doesn't mean I do the same thing. If someone does something wrong, I shouldn't repeat that same thing because it's wrong.

Satoru: I'm sorry....... I don't deserve you to be my wife. You're way too good for me.......

You peck him on the forehead and say...

You: I love you Satoru, and don't worry, everyone deserves a second chance. Also, you've proved that you deserve a second chance because you took care of me, forgetting all your hate the moment I needed you. I appreciate it.

**Should I continue this?**

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Summary: This is an ABO Bad batch!Poly x Omega Reader smut with a plot. This takes place as an AU before order 66. Y/N previously served under the 501st before being transferred to Special Forces 99. This is her adventure with these rowdy Alphas in a quickly changing universe.

THIS IS AN ABO AU ABOUT THE BAD BATCH (NO CANON OMEGA!) Due to the unfortunate situation of her name being Omega… Omega the child from the canon series is not going to be apart of this fanfic/porn with a plot. I feel obligated to put this warning in because it makes my skin crawl thinking anyone could make that mistake. 

Warnings: Smut! Short chapter my b.

IM NOT DEAD!!! woooo! Sorry there's been such a big break from my posting but I'm going to get back into finishing up this story and getting our precious pip back to her pack. Don't worry! And thanks to everyone sending messages and commenting you make my day and really help me stay encouraged to write. So thank you!

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You stared at your reflection in the mirror, gazing at the somewhat hollow figure of yourself. 

The monstrous silver collar weighed heavily on your spirit and collarbones. 

You traced your fingers over the indents where you had used a butter knife in a futile attempt to pry it off. Stolen from the mess, of course—it had been confiscated immediately. (Imperials are no fun.)

This followed the explosive outburst after that dreadful meeting in Tarkin’s office. 

The fight you put up required multiple troopers to pin you down, with the help of Crosshair to calm you as they forced this constricting collar onto you. Your screams had echoed throughout the entire base like the roar of a Zillo beast.

That was two days ago.

You didn’t even have the strength to get out of bed. It was so dehumanizing to be reduced to this… breeding stock? 

You didn’t know. 

You couldn’t think about it without feeling sick to your stomach. It made you itch with rage. The fantasies of murdering Tarkin were becoming more gruesome by the hour.

The 104th tried to visit, but you just curled up in bed, trying not to cry. Their voices and concern only reminded you of the 501st. You did your best to stifle your grief. They left with forlorn expressions and a curt shrug from Crosshair when they asked when you’d come out again.

Crosshair tried to nudge you out of bed, but you just burrowed deeper into the blankets, determined to remain in solitude. He sighed and left you be, feeling your despair through the bond.

Now, here you stood in your apartment bathroom, wearing Crosshair’s clothing, poking at the reminder of your purpose here. 

Your neck was raw from tugging at the collar; Crosshair had smeared bacta on the open sores that morning, and you looked at the red healing lines. 

You were suddenly overcome with the need for your other alphas. You craved the security they provided. Even when you were on the run, doing strange jobs for Cid, you felt secure with them. 

You missed their warmth, their hands, their pleasure… your home. You just wanted to scent them again, curl up in your nest, and never leave.

You looked back in the mirror and ran your fingers over the Aurebesh engraved in the metal:

“Property of CT-9904.”

You stared into your own empty eyes and decided enough was enough. The Imperials were winning if they could break you.

Fascist fucks. 

You took a deep breath and steadied yourself, willing your spirit to lift. 

Enough moping. 

It’s time to fight.

Grabbing the leather tie belt from the counter, you wrapped it around the large shirt, tying it at the waist to resemble Jedi robes. Then you pushed yourself away from the sink and turned toward the main living space. You grabbed a pair of slippers, hit the door lock, and stepped out into the hallway, making your way to the training center.

Crosshair had been ordered to track down your pack and had to pretend nothing was different. His new team of stormtroopers were inexperienced and desperately needed Crosshair’s knowledge if they were going after the Bad Batch. He had been working with them for the past few days, preparing them for this high-risk mission.

It wasn’t long before the security detail filed in behind you, following Tarkin’s orders. Two 104th infantry men flanked both sides, keeping a respectful distance but serving as a reminder that you couldn’t run far without being caught. You chose to ignore that last detail, but whatever.

Omegas and Alphas pressed themselves against the walls to let you pass. This was the one change you noticed drastically since your little show in the cafeteria and your grand escape from the facility. You were not an omega to be trifled with. You noticed the other omegas didn’t dare meet your gaze. Good. Stay away.

You had a reputation to uphold.

Descending the metal stairs, you floated down the corridor to the training rooms. Inside were endless rows of workout equipment for the regs, but more importantly, the open training mat where Crosshair was running drills with his new squadron. He sensed you immediately and gave you a discerning glance before turning his attention back to his men. However, you scented the alpha you were looking for. On the viewing platform, Wolffe sat watching Crosshair in silence. You filed in next to him, sitting down in acknowledgment.

“It’s good you’re up,” he said, keeping his gaze fixed ahead.

You sighed. “Can’t let them win. Not even the small things.”

He nodded. “You’re right.”

You nodded in return. “Did it work?” he asked.

You nodded again. “Light turned green. It’s just a matter of time.”

“Good.” He smirked. “I heard all about it from my men.”

You stifled a laugh.

“You would have made a remarkable Republic spy,” Wolffe joked. “Missed opportunity.”

You hummed.

“So, you really had a thing with a reg?” Wolffe asked, turning to face you and leaning back on the bench.

“It was a long time ago,” you said, giving him a sidelong glance.

“Didn’t think regs were your type,” he gestured toward Crosshair with his chin.

“It wasn’t a relationship. Just an… understanding,” you explained.

“I get it.” Wolffe smirked, clearly remembering something fondly. “We may be clones, but we’re still men. Alphas at that… The Republic had a pretty big budget for bunker bunnies.”

You whipped your head around, wide-eyed.

“What?” he laughed. “Your boys didn’t tell you?”

You gawked. “No!”

He snorted. “Yeah, every permanent base, and sometimes they’d bring in a ship for extended encampments.”

You were floored. You had no idea. Then you looked at Crosshair, trying to picture shiny Cross, Hunter, Wrek, Tech, and Echo experiencing that for the first time. You giggled, knowing there was probably some trauma related to that topic.

“What?” Wolffe was amused with your musing. 

“I’m just thinking about my pack. Oh god. I can’t believe all of the 501st was getting down like that and I had no idea.” You buried your face in your hands and laughed. 

Wolffe laughed too, “You really didn’t know?” 

“No!” You shook your head, “I thought quarterlies was like random people!” 

Wolffe snorted, “No darling, there was a special sector just for the girls back in Coruscant. They had the whole floor to themselves. Hundreds of omegas.” 

You squealed, “Oh my god.” 

“Ya know, I recall seeing Echo and Crosshair there a lot now that I think about it. Even your Sergeant a few times I think.” 

If your jaw could hit the floor it would. 

“Yeah. They liked to pop the shinys early. Get them accustomed to being around omegas at an early stage. Nothing worse than the first rut ya know?” 

“And Kamino?” You scrunched your brows. 

“Yeah thats where the first ruts happen.” Wolffe said like it was obvious. 

“Maker.” You shook your head. Images of your pack loosing their virginity flooded your mind. You felt Crosshair’s curiosity spike the bond. He was probably wondering what had you feeling like that. You could feel his eyes on you from across the room.

“Is that not common for nat borns?” He asked curiously. 

“No Commander, it’s not.” You shook your head, “You usually just have it happen naturally, most go through the first heat alone. Then when you’re an adult you might find a partner.” 

“Hmm.” He pondered. 

You were overcome with images of a young Tech trying to understand his alpha instincts. Probably fumbling around confused… poor baby. You shook your head. 

Oh god… Hunter… poor thing with his hyperdrive senses. That must have been so overwhelming the first few times. 

Then you thought of Crosshair. There was no way young Crosshair was ever awkward. He probably knew exactly what to do from the start… that man was too cocky to be anything else. 

You knew he was a whore from the get go… you giggled to yourself.

You’ll never forget that time on one of your first missions with the batch, you saw the way he finessed an omega into banging in a bar bathroom with such ease. It had your mind reeling for days after that. 

You remembered having to rub one out in the marauder fresher to take the edge off after imagining him with that omega for hours. He had come back looking throughly fucked. His hair was mused, his skin glowing from sweat, and the strong alpha scent radiating off of him made the whole ship reek of Crosshair. The others carried on with dinner as usual but you couldn’t help but let your mind wander. That’s when your thoughts about your squad had started, actually. 

The thought made your body suddenly warm. 

Wolffe must have sensed your smell change as he peered at you softly. 

“Excuse me.” You said standing and walking towards the mat directly at your mate. Your guards stayed behind with their Commander while Crosshair ordered his squad to keep practicing their drills while he tailed after you. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked as you lead him over between a row of punching bags. 

You just grabbed this hand and slapped the door panel dragging him into the nearest supply closet and shutting the door behind you. 

The lights fluttered on as he peered down at you, confused by your sudden behavior. 

You felt your heart quicken seeing him in his all matte black imperial amor. It felt so wrong to be turned on by it but, damn did he look good. So tall, so masculine. So… Alpha. 

“What, omega?” His voice dropped an octave sensing your becoming flustered through the bond.

You looked up at him meeting his steely gaze. You felt your core pulse, “Echo said you all had developed feelings for me when I first transferred, but I never told you when it happened for me.” You felt your chest starting to heave trying to keep up with your sudden rush of arousal. 

His smell was crowding you in a delicious way, like a warm embrace. 

He narrowed his eyes at you and backed you slowly into the near by shelves feeling your pulsing through the bond. He could feel your desperation to cum. He could almost smell it. 

He raised a brow playfully. 

“Remember when we were on Nal Hutta picking up that weapons supply from that shady dealer?” You recounted feeling the steel shelving pressing up against your spine. 

“And you had tripped and fell into the baby sarlac hole?” His memory clearly differs from yours. 

You nodded, “My shoe had been chewed up and the others left you and me in that bar while they hunted down a pair of new boots for me?” 

“Always loosing your shoes huh ad’ika?” He smirked and joked.

“You picked up that omega at the bar.” 

He narrowed his eyes not sure where this was going but listened regardless. 

You panted feeling the heat radiating through the bond and the wetness growing in your panties, “When you finally found your way back to the marauder, I had finished up dinner with the others… You smelled so good and you looked so different. And after knowing what you were doing…”  You remembered the rush of heat that had flooded your cheeks that night. 

Crosshair ran a finger lightly along your jaw making you shudder against the shelves. 

“What about it, omega?” He trailed his fingers to your cheek where he rubbed your skin softly. He could feel the heat in your cheeks now. It made his trousers tighten. 

“Something had changed. I couldn’t get your scent out of my mind. I had to finger myself in the fresher just to get to sleep.” You admitted with a whisper. 

He flashed you his teeth in a wicked smile, “That wasn’t even two weeks after you transferred.” 

“I know.” You sighed as his hands ran down your sides spreading their strong warmth making you purr and flex into his touch. 

“You’ve been imagining me fucking you for all that time?” He asked reaching around to squeeze your bum. You mewled and reached for his breast plate. He slotted his leg between yours pinning your hips to the shelf. 

You nodded. 

“Poor thing.” He whispered. 

“I didn’t ever take advantage of quarterlies because I didn’t want anyone else.” You sighed into his lips. 

“You already knew you belonged to us ad’ika.” He claimed. 

You nodded pathetically. 

“Every mission. Every time you’d come back covered in mud or blaster residue.” You whimpered grinding yourself down onto his leg, “I felt bad hoping you’d need me to patch you up. I just liked being able to scent you.” 

He guided your hips up and down his thigh. You bit your bottom lip holding back your moans. 

“Why did you tell me this now?” He asked adding more pressure to your core watching your face scrunch up as the pleasure was bleeding into your system. 

“I just remembered.” You whimpered, “Then it made me horny again.” 

He chuckled, “It’s your heat coming love.” 

You groaned as a particularly nice ridge rubbed up against you, “Fuck.” Your head slumped against his shoulder. He used a hand to grab your hip helping to guide you along his thigh. 

“Why do you have to look so good in that?” You mumbled. 

“In what, love?” 

“The armor.” You whimpered leaning up to look at him with bleary eyes. 

He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. You moaned deepening the kiss desperately feeling your orgasm starting to approach. 

“You like it, huh?” He smirked pressing kisses to your forehead while he pushed your hips down harder against him. He loved the way you twitched and squirmed under his hands.

You nodded suddenly feel the crest of your orgasm. 

Then it all stopped. You whined as Crosshair pulled away only for a moment before flipping you around harshly and bending you over a stack of near by shipping crates. You gripped onto the cool steel as he flipped up the bottom of his shirt you were wearing and yanked your panties to the side before shoving his joggers down and pulling out his leaking cock. 

You bucked up against him feeling his tip rub through your folds. You let out a pathetic whimper as he continued to gather your slick… too slow for your liking. 

“Alp-“ you were cut off as he surged forwards filling you to the absolute brim. 

You both sighed feeling each other so closely and you tried your best to grind back against him but he continued on pinning you to the crates to create a steady rhythm with his hips. 

“You were always such a good little medic, cyar’ika.” He praised, “I also would be a little reckless sometimes just so I could feel your hands on me.” He ran his hand up your spine to your neck where he fisted the hair at your nape, “We all did.” 

He chuckled thrusting a little harder making you yelp, “Our little omega.” 

“Cross.” You whined pushing back against him. The need to come was all consuming and he, like the good alpha he is, could seem to feel it through the bond. He reached down between your legs and starting making circles against your clit making you jump from the pleasure. 

“Fuck.” You moaned barking down feeling the crest approaching. You also felt Crosshair start to tense up letting you know he was close. His energy was thrumming through the bond intensifying your own sensations making it nearly unbearable. 

Then finally, with a pinched yelp, you bit your lip harshly as you came. 

“Good girl.” He praised into your ear. 

You slumped against the shelves, letting him hold you up as you regained your footing. With the urge to mate now abated, you began to return to normal.

“It’s coming soon,” you said, looking up at Crosshair with worried eyes.

“I’d be lying if I said I wished we had more time,” he sighed, nuzzling your head. “My brothers will need enough time to make a plan.”

“They can do it, though, right?” You wondered, suddenly feeling skeptical.

“They can do it,” he said confidently. “I just don’t know how we can be ready.”

You nodded, understanding his concern. It was frustrating being on the inside and having no idea what was going on.

A ping broke the silence, making both you and Crosshair look down at his com.

“Nala Se wants you in her lab,” Crosshair said, sounding resigned.

You took a deep breath. This couldn’t be good.

“Try not to fight her,” Crosshair sighed, petting your hair and tucking it behind your ear.

“You’re not coming?” you asked, suddenly filled with anxiety.

“Only if you want me to.”

“I do.”

He nodded and then tilted his head toward the door.

You exited first, grabbing onto Crosshair’s arm as he walked the two of you to the lab. Fortunately, the walk was quick and short. Nala Se’s office was just inside the infirmary, where a few regs were getting their check-ups. A couple of mating bites were being cleaned and treated, while others had come in for deep scratches down their backs. Clearly, the regs had been busy.

It didn’t escape your notice that every single one of them turned to look as you passed by. Crosshair’s presence was intimidating enough, but they couldn’t help but be curious about his mate. You could smell their scents spike as you walked past, clearly intrigued by your unique smell. Some even tipped their noses up to get a better whiff.

Crosshair approached the private lab and opened the door, allowing you to step inside and leave the room of wandering eyes behind you.

“Y/N,” Nala Se’s floating voice made you tense.

You stared at her, keeping your grip on Crosshair.

Crosshair looked down at you before addressing Nala Se. “What did you need my mate for?”

“She’s been ordered to have her remaining birth control dissolved in anticipation of her upcoming heat.”

You couldn’t help but lean a little closer to your mate, feeling your anxiety increase.

“Shouldn’t it just dissolve on its own?” Crosshair questioned. “I’d like to avoid putting her through more stress than she’s already had.”

“While I would normally agree, these orders have come from the Admiral,” Nala Se explained. “He wants to be certain she’s fertile.”

Crosshair looked down at you again. Knowing you both had to go through with this, he gently nudged you forward, and you climbed up onto the exam table. Crosshair stayed close, while Nala Se prepared the injector.

You nuzzled into Crosshair’s chest, and he soothed you with gentle back rubs. You felt Nala Se approach and press the injector to the implant site. With a quick jab, the dissolver was administered, and you felt the cooling medication spread under your skin. You flinched slightly when she pulled away, and Crosshair quickly nuzzled your cheek to keep you still. A small badge was applied, and then you were effectively dismissed.

“Once her heat begins, we will need to be informed,” Nala Se reminded you as you practically yanked Crosshair out of the lab.

In mere seconds, your scenting abilities came to life. Everything around you seemed to brighten. Crosshair’s heady scent enveloped you, followed by the unmistakable smell of regs. It was overstimulating.

You winced as you entered the infirmary. Crosshair noticed and knelt down to get a good look at your wild eyes, sensing your panic through the bond.

“Is it happening?” he asked, looking worried.

You shook your head. “No, no. I just… I can smell everything.”

“Let’s get you back,” Crosshair said, standing.

“Actually, I require your mate for one other test,” Nala Se said, appearing with her holo pad.

“It can’t wait?” Crosshair snarled.

You patted him gently on the shoulder, reminding him to stay calm and that you were okay.

You followed the long-necked alien back into her office, letting Crosshair remain at the door like a glorified bodyguard.

“I require a sample of your DNA,” Nala Se explained, leaving you to stand in the middle of the sterile white office.

“Blood?” you asked.

“Yes,” she blinked before grabbing her tool.

You held out your hand, letting her draw blood from your palm.

“Why are you doing this, Nala Se?” you questioned, watching her take your sample and not the sequencer. “Why would you help these people?”

“The Empire destroyed my home, and they’re threatening my loved ones,” she deadpanned. “I’m not here of my own volition.”

You were shocked she answered at all. You had always thought she agreed to help because of the money promised to the Kaminoans by the Republic. You had no idea they had destroyed everything. You didn’t know she was a prisoner herself.

You nodded. “Then that makes two of us.”

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Sorry this chapter is so short. I'm getting back into the swing of writing with my schedule, and according to my outline this was going to be a short/filler chapter anyways. Buttttt don't worry I'll be posting more regularly again.

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First off I'm really happy to see someone's still writing for MK11. It feels like everyone's dropped the game for the new one. So thank you. Second I would like to request MK11 Hanzo x fem reader fluff where reader found out she was pregnant and is really worried about telling Hanzo.

MK 11 is near and dear to me because it's what got me back into the franchise back when it first came out. At first I loved D'Vorah but then I got attached to Hanzo and Kuai's dynamics and then when Mileena came back? Ugh! Love!

Blossom

Hanzo x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: A little angst, fluff, pregnancy stuff! (Maybe an implied age gap between Reader and Hanzo but nothing specific, though Reader is definitely over 20)

Divider by @/saradika-graphics

Your nerves were eating themselves alive, feeling frayed at the edges as you plucked the edges of your sleeves in your anxiety.

How were you going to tell him? Ugh!

You could have sworn it was a safe day for you, when you were with him last... week? A few weeks ago? By the Elder Gods, how far were you along? The flimsy pieces of plastic you got at the store when you ventured into town on a "girl's trip" with Sonya couldn't predict that...

Sonya patted your back, the older woman smiling in sympathy, "Hey, I know how you feel. Cassie wasn't planned at all. Trust me, kid."

"I... It's just..." Your voice trembled almost as much as your hands holding the pregnancy test did. "What if he... what if he doesn't want it? After losing his wife and son, I... what if he doesn't want this--want us anymore--because he's afraid?"

"You sound like you already made up your mind about keeping the baby..." Sonya murmured softly.

You nodded, lifting your gaze to meet hers. You were sitting in the bathroom in she and Johnny's hotel suite--they were in Japan for some film shoot--your voices echoed softly off the tile walls and floor.

"I did. Is it... bad that I want this?" You asked her, chewing your bottom lip.

"No, no. no. Listen--" Sonya took the test from your hand carefully and laid it on the counter, before taking your hands in hers. "You're perfectly capable of making a decision like this. And... On the off-chance that Hanzo doesn't want this... Johnny and I will help you out. You deserve that."

"R-Really?" You asked her as your voice began to quiver. "You... You'd do that?"

"Hell yeah I would. You're one of the best operatives we have. A good fighter, great defender of Earthrealm. And... you're going to be a great mom. I'd be a major bitch if I just kicked you out after doing this with you without helping in some way."

"Think you mean General." You sniffled, smiling at her; your eyes misty with emotion. You never expected in your military career that the Sonya Blade would be one of your biggest supporters in this kind of event in your life. But... here you were.

Sonya grinned. "Damn straight. Now... if you need to, think about it before you spring it on him. Rehearse what you have to say before telling him if you gotta, okay?"

"How did... you tell Johnny about..."

"Oh, I threw the pregnancy tests at his big fat head and said "Congrats, you knocked me up, jackass"." She chuckled nostalgically.

"You did?" You gasped.

Sonya turned to you with a grin. "Yep. Shithead started crying right on the spot."

She cuffed you on the shoulder whilst you shared a laugh.

"Go and get a good night's rest, honey. You're gonna need it."

It had been nearly two days since your talk with Sonya. You had rehearsed in your head every night since over and over and over until the wee hours of the morning what Hanzo might say, and what you in turn would say to him.

But imagining the scenarios was enitrely different than putting them into action yourself...

You and Hanzo had been walking through the Fire Gardens, watching the Sakura blossoms shake and fall loose around you in a mix of velvety pink and white. It was beautiful, and a scene you normally would find very relaxing--if it weren't for the heavy iron blanket hanging in the air--the tension was so thick you weren't surprised Hanzo picked up on it.

"Something is bothering you." He said softly, his warm palm squeezing yours as you walked.

"...yeah." You answered truthfully, squeezing back.

Hanzo tugged your hand up to his chest, bringing your slow, leisurely walk to a halt. His deep, thoughtful eyes affixed their gaze to yours, imploring you. "Speak to me, my love. Please."

You felt your heart patter in your ribcage anxiously as his request hung in the air. Long, agonizing minutes stretched on for what felt like hours.

"Hanzo..." You managed to get out, despite your tongue feeling like sandpaper.

"I'm pregnant."

And with those two simple words... it was like the universe around you came to a floundering halt.

"...What?" He whispered, dropping your hand and taking a step back.

The absence of his touch filled you with fear, made you grow cold. Were your fears right? Did Hanzo not want this? You? The baby?

"You're... pregnant?" He whispered, his voice so soft you could just barely hear it over the branches in the trees creaking in the early summer breeze.

You nod, swallowing at the stone lodged in your throat, "Yeah..."

Once more the agonizing silence swallowed you both, the yawning chasm of anxiety etching itself deeper inside of you with every second that ticked by.

As you opened your mouth to speak, Hanzo closed the gap between you, crushing your body against his in a fierce, caging hug. His arms felt like the steel jaws of a bear trap as he held you, nearly squeezing the air from your lungs as he buried his face in your hair.

The silence still stretched on, however this time, you realized, it was not because Hanzo was upset or angry--but because he was crying.

His body trembled only slightly, his muscles straining to hold you without crushing you any more than he already was.

"Hanzo?" You whispered, your hope soaring even just a tiny bit.

"I love you." He croaked, his voice so rough it made you want to cry, "I love you more than life. I lost everything I loved... Quan-Chi turned me into a soulless, undead slave... I never thought I would be so happy again, as long as I lived. And... And then I found you."

He pulled back, one of his hands cupping your cheek; his thumb sweeping away one of the fat tears that tumbled down your cheek. His eyes were glassy and full of his own tears, but he had the warmest smile you'd ever seen on anyone.

"I love you so much, my fire lily. My heart." He rasped, his lips quivering even the slightest bit.

"Have you... decided what you want to--"

"I want to keep the baby, Hanzo." You blurted, your heart pounding and your blood rushing in your ears.

He sighed, his eyes soft and loving as he looked at you. "I... I am not surprised you have already made up your mind. You have always been so sure and confident. It is one of the many reasons why I adore you."

You smiled back, "I... I want this, Hanzo. I want our baby. I want... I want you with us, too." You licked your bottom lip.

"If you want us."

Hanzo responded to you by pulling you close and kissing you until your breath left your body; his tongue twisting and dancing with yours before brushing your lips as he pulled away, leaving you almost dazed and light-headed.

"I would let Kuai Liang freeze me to a block of ice and leave me on a desolate mountain to be eaten by wild animals before I let anything tear the two of you away from me." He said resolutely, his eyes steely and adamant.

Your body sagged with relief--literally--and you found yourself supported by Hanzo's strong embrace, your legs feeling like jelly and nearly giving out beneath you. Hanzo chuckled fondly as he rubbed your back to help soothe you.

Your name left his lips like a reverent prayer--and you lifted your head to look at him, tears now freely falling down your face as you smiled gleefully, "I--I was so scared.... Af-after what happened to you before, I... I was scared..."

"That out of fear for losing the two of you, I would run? Send you away for your safety?" He chuckled, as if the very notion was ridiculously insane.

"Never. It would take armageddon for something as cowardly as that. And maybe not even then."

You sniffed and hiccup, your mind a whirl of emotions as you began to break down once again, letting Hanzo hold you as he soothed you, spoke to you, and said the most romantic things you'd only read about in books.

He was happy. He wanted you and the baby. He was excited about having a family once again.

Hanzo Hasashi would once again get to feel the joy of seeing his child enter the world, getting to hold them; hearing their sweet cries as air filled their lungs.

He would get to be a father--and hopefully husband--once again.