#and his wife was there too eek

[sweetbambilove]

I saw Kane Brown in concert last night 🥹❤️

[littlestpetship]

sooorrys for not posting much today... i had to catch up on some schoolwork 0_0 and ive been having trouble forming coherent thoughts about f/os :,( my brain is just mush!!! hoyoverse i need kuni content again Pretty plz.....

[smuthospital]

Eek just thinking about thomas hewitt x kidnapped reader who gets pregnant after a non con night with him and thomas treating them right- like reader making a meal and thomas coming up behind them and having his big beefy arms absolutely encase reader and one hand completely encasing their belly djfnfnf

Here you go~

⭐️Thomas Hewit/ Leatherface x pregnant reader⭐️

Warning: Nothing but fluff (fem reader)

A feel weeks after you were kidnapped by the giant, Tommy, you woke up feeling sick. Unfortunately, you were chained to a pipe next to the bed, so you threw up all over the floor. Thomas heard your wretching and practically ripped the door off its hinges when he barged in. He immediately got down on all fours to help you up and clean your face with his hands, staring at you like you were dying in his arms. Concered whines escaped his throat as he cradled you. "I.. I dont feel...too good.." You mumble. His mother pears in from the doorway, and her face lights up. "Oh my heavens! A new Hewit! I better get my knitting needles out for a blanket!" She cheered as she walked in. Thomas looked between you and her in shock before looking down at your stomach. He was still for a few seconds before he hugged you...a bit too tightly. "Tommy...too tight!" You wheezed, and he immediately let go before nuzzling into your neck. A few weeks later, your tummy began to expand. Momma Hewit has had you helping around the house, training you to be a proper wife and mother. Thomas treats you like a queen. Washes you, clothes you, feeds you, he'd do anything for you. You're beginning to like him back, as much as it scares you. You're in the kitchen making stew when Thomas spots you from the hallway. He'd just finished chopping wood. You look like an angel. The most beautiful woman he's ever seen. You're wearing an apron that really shows off your cute little baby bump. He comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you, surprising you. You jump a bit in shock and almost drop your wooden spoon. He rubs your tummy as a form of apology. You understand what he's trying to tell you more and more. His eyes crinkle in happiness as his hands encase your tummy, rubbing it affectionately. You smile softly and continue mixing the stew.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 20

Warnings: dubcon, noncon, touching, coercion, manipulation, violence. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Part of The Club AU

You flip the steak and listen to it sizzle. The recipe you found online, along with some tips for cooking the best roast potatoes to go with the sirloin. After the disastrous fitting, you just want to make it up to Lee, show him that he hadn’t wasted all that effort. You can be good to him.

The peppercorn sauce boils and you turn it down to a simmer, checking your laptop once more for the next step. You work through each bullet point until it’s all on the plate. You drizzle the sauce over the steak and garnish with a touch of parsley. 

You take the plate and peek through the doorway to the front room. Lee sits watching TV with his back to you. You bring the plate to the small dining table and light the candle you put out earlier. You circle back around to the living room and rub your hands together nervously.

“Dinner’s ready… honey,” you eek out.

“Huh, ah, sweet thing,” he looks over as he points the remote at the TV and flicks it off, “smells good.”

“Mhmm,” you hum and back up as he stands.

He enters the dining room as you retreat to the other side of the table and watch him sit. He grabs the cutlery as he eyes the meal, “mm-mm-mm, you did all this?”

“Yes,” you smile shakily. “I hope it’s good.”

“I’m damn sure it is. Look at it,” he grins, “what about you, blossom, ain’t ya gonna eat with me?”

“Um, I’m not very hungry, sorry,” you twist your fist around your fingers. You actually forgot to make enough for yourself.

“Well, would ya at least sit?”

“Yes, sir,” you diligently pull out the chair and lower yourself onto the seat.

“You’re too sweet, you know that?” He praises and you beam a little bright. The weight slowly lifts from your shoulders. Even after what you did in the car, he was still tense.

He cuts into the steak as you watch. You anxiously fixate on his knife and fork. He puts the triangle of medium rare beef in his mouth and groans. He scoops up some of the potatoes and tastes those too.

“Delicious,” he says through a mouthful then swallows, “now why you so worried about not being a good wife, hm? You doing just fine and ya know, blossom, I don’t feel right you actin’ like a wife and not bein’ my wife.”

“I’m sorry,” you pout.

“Don’t you give me them eyes. You’re as bad as the cat,” he reproaches.

You nod and look down, “well, er, I was looking online, when I found the recipe, and…” you look up at him from beneath your lashes, “I saw some vintage dress I liked better than the ones in the shop.”

“You did?” He sounds genuinely surprised, “now, honey, that’s great.”

“Really?”

“Aw, you know, I only wanted to see you tryin’. To know that you want this too. That you want me,” he lowers the cutlery, framing his plate with fork and knife, “I’m not unaware. I’m older, I got a bit extra, but I wanna be good to you.”

You look away shyly, “you are…”

“Well, then, you get your computer and show me these dresses,” he goads playfully.

“I’ll let you finish.”

“I can eat and look, darlin’,” he insists.

“Okay,” you say sheepishly and stand.

You flit out to the kitchen and grab your laptop. You sit in the chair closer to him as you open it up and go back in your history. You bring up the first page, your favourite. The dress has a ruffle around the shoulders and several more tiered around the skirt. It’s simple but nice.

He tilts his head as he chews. He pokes his fork towards the screen, “I like it. It would look real… sexy.”

“Lee,” you nearly squeal.

“What?” He grins at you, “blossom, you know you’re sexy, don’t you?”

“Stop,” you close the laptop and touch your hot cheeks.

“Of course you know, you seen what you do to me,” he growls, “and you cooking me steak, mm-mm, now that’s dangerous.”

You giggle and push your shoulders up. You rock in the chair bashfully as you clasp your hands. He takes another bite and gulps.

“Do you think I’m sexy?” He asks.

You peek at him again. Your eyes round as your mouth falls open. You wet your lips, “y-yes, I… I do.”

“Really? Don’t sound like it,” he squints.

“No, I do, I just… didn’t expect you to ask,” you teethe your lip, “I… think you’re sexy, honey.”

“Yeah? You don’t wish I was younger?” He wonders.

You shake your head. You really never thought of it. You didn’t have anything to compare him too. You never really looked at boys like that. You were always too skittish. And what would your dad think?

“Don’t wish I was slimmer? More toned?” He challenges.

“No, sir,” you frown, “why– do you wish I was prettier?”

He chortles, dropping the cutlery, “now don’t you be silly. I don’t know any other girls that are prettier than my blossom.”

“Lee,” you fidget.

“Do you think I’m lying?”

“Uh, no, I just… I’m nothing special.”

“You’re everything special. You’re my world, sweet thing,” he purrs, “do I need to prove it to you?”

You sniff and shake your head, “no, no,” you look at his plate, “please, I believe you. Please, finish your dinner.”

He sits back and peers down at his uneaten steak, “course, don’t want it to go to waste. You take such good care of me.”

“I’m trying,” you say.

“Mm,” he picks up the fork and knife again, “well, what’s for dessert?”

You flinch and the glow fades from your eyes, “I didn’t…”

“Sweetheart,” his timbre deepens, “I don’t mean food.” You stare at him, wide eyed, and he winks, “why don’t you go put on something pretty?” He licks his lips and jabs his fork into the sirloin, “then I’ll come eat you up.”

You gasp and fold your hands over your chest. He pops another morsel into his mouth and growls. You’re on fire with his suggestion.

“I’m not playing, sugar,” he saws at the steak, “I’m gonna eat you whole…” his lip curls as he speaks, “so you go on, get yourself all warmed up.”

You part your hands and nod, standing rigidly as you tingle. You’re just happy he’s not mad anymore. You twiddle your fingers and step close, bending to kiss his forehead, “yes, sir.”

“Mmmm,” he hums, “steak’s good, but I know you taste even better.”

[is-nini]

TEASE

You don’t know what came over you. You are tired of playing nice and subtle. Trying to get him to undenrstand that you just wanted his big cock inside you is so so hard. it’s not like you have never done it before.. it’s just that you wanted to do it again. It has been so long since they last touch you and to say that you are touch deprive is a understatement.

So you set up a plan. You wear the most lavish lingerie in his favorite colour. You’ll play dumb and be innocent while a bunny plug sticks to your hole so deliciously.

“Honey, I am home” they softly called out like usual. Per usual, you are there to meet and greet him with the sweet simple of yours, the difference is in the way you clothes. “Hello my lovely husband” you greeted almost too cheerfully “I made the dinner for you” You stated with a smile. He looks at you, eyes widen “H-Honey- wh-what are you wearing?”. Just like your plan, you feign innocent and looked at your husband cluelessly. “I am just wearing the new sleepwear that I buy.. why? Does it look weird?” you asked, knowing full well it looks so good on you. You looked down and look back at your outfit, pretending to check yourself out “Nothing is weird honey.. let’s eat. The food will get cold”. You took his hand and turn your back towards him with a smile on your face. 

You started to prepare his food on the table, as you bend a little to take some food to pair with his rice, that’s when he notice. The little fluff ball on your ass that adorn your ass so luciously. As per usual he tries to be a gentleman and try not look down. Keyword Try, but he fail’s miserably. He keeps glancing at your ass and the way your body moved. That’s when you know that all it took is a little push til he break.

He takes a seat and try to focus on his plate. He tries to take one of the condiment on the far end of the table but you beat him to it. “Oh! I am so sorry.. let me grab it food you” Your bend your body as far as the condiment goes and take it. For him it is the last straw. He stood up and pulled you towards him, making you let out a surprised noise. “If you thought by acting dumb, you’ll get away, then I am sorry dear. you are severely mistaken”.

Your feet are lifted off the ground as you are carried like a sack of potatoes by him. You whimper and wiggle, keeping up with your act. “Pu-put me down- eek!” you squeal as he slaps your ass “Quiet”. Your body is thrown onto the bed as he traps your body between his strong arms. He flipped your body with ease and pull your ass up, facing him. He gave it a hard alp that echoed throughout the room. “Such a Naughty bunny..” He muttered and gave you another slap, making your body jolt up. Your wetness already seeps out of your flimsy panties. “P-Please.. I-I need you” you whine. He lets out a deep and almost dark laugh as he cups your pussy. “Tomorrow I shall take a day off.. It’s time to take care of my little cute wife”. That’s when you know, you won’t be able to walk for a couple of days.. at least you get what you wanted soon.

Your favourite gentle dragon man <3

Neuvillette, Zhongli, Dan Heng Imbibitor Lunae and your faves♥️

[redrum-alice]

A.B.A x Human Paracelsus fanfic ideaaaaaaaaa...

Summary: Human Paracelsus may be in a human body, but he can't help his thirst for blood. Just so happens that his wife accidentally cut her finger-- the smell of mercury doesn't stop him though :)

Warning: a bit NSFW-ish? Blood kink too-- Idk :P [Post Strive]

_____________

After a long search, A.B.A was finally able to find a body suited for Paracelsus. Just seeing him in his new form had her madly in love again now that he has arms to wrap around her...or so she thought.

While Paracelsus "appreciated" her gesture (albeit loosely), he can't help but to feel strange about this human form- so many sensations that are too overwhelming to comprehend. Flesh that he sought after in violence now plastered on this feeble yet lean body, something A.B.A wished for. After agreeing to make things better with his partner, he took his share of work and helped A.B.A live out her domestic fantasies, starting off with cooking meals after they found an abandoned cabin.

A.B.A isn't much of a cook in terms of what she serves. She understands and quickly learns about how it works, but using ingredients that are not suited for one another is what hinders her, often cleaned up by Paracelsus so she wouldn't get upset about her mishap.

One morning, he woke up to a delicious smell. Perhaps his wife finally grasped the fundamentals of basic cooking, but he wagered it'd be a risk if he went to try her concoction blindly. Having acquired a human sense of smell and taste, he needed to exercise them with better options rather than risking it with something foul.

Heading towards the kitchen, he saw the homunculous trying her best to whip up a a meal along with piles of dirty dishes on the sink that is wordlessly assigned to him. On the table were what humans call "scrambled eggs", but it seems that it had bits of shells left on them.

But besides the whole mess, he noticed that there's something in the young woman that he didn't quite notice before he acquired a human body.

Never had he viewed her as someone who has a venusian charm; her figure could be compared to those statues of women whose arms are cut off to expose their ample bosoms. He supposed that this is a human experience, one that is alien to him, for he had never got the concept of "attraction". His so-called wife, however, had showed him examples of what it is to be attracted to someone, which what got themselves into this situation.

"Dear, you're awake!" A.B.A turned around to her husband, snaping him from his daze. "I do hope your new form is not so much of a burden..."

"I'm fine, A.B.A." he lied, not wanting to upset her.

The homunculous only responded with gleeful demeanor and returned to her task. "I'm sure you're experiencing hunger for the first time...after days of walking to find shelter." She hummed sweetly. "I-I'm trying to make something to replenish you..."

Paracelsus stayed quiet and proceeded to sit on the chair. When they entered the cabin, all the furnitures were blanketed with dust, including the table they occupied. To his surprise, it was clean and it even had a vase of fresh flowers that she must've picked outside- it was a small silent countryside after all. He assumed that A.B.A did all this while he was sleeping. He'd be lying if he didn't admit he was impressed. She did always go above and beyond to provide for them.

All of a sudden, he heard a squeal.

"Eek!" She screamed, followed by a sound of metal clanking on a wooden board.

"A.B.A! Are you alright?" Paracelsus stood up and rushed to his partner. "What happened?"

"I-it's nothing, dear..." she reluctantly responded. "Y-you should prepare the plates..."

Not buying a word, he beckoned her to show what she was hiding in her arms. A.B.A eventually complied, not wishing to disappoint her husband in fear that he would get frustrated and walk out of the door, seeing that he can now freely go anywhere he wish with those limbs. She hesitantly gave her hand to him, hoping he wouldn't think of her any less for a simple mistake of cutting her finger by accident.

"I-I should have been more careful, dear. I'm not fit to be a good wife if I keep being reckless." She shuddered, an instinct that Paracelsus know all too well when she's stressed. The crimson red substance pooled from the slit on her pale finger down to her palm.

He shouldn't have looked directly at it.

Paracelsus knew that his cravings for blood won't be diluted even if he was in a human body. He is a demon after all. But it was a strange feeling that wasn't akin to hunger, but something else. Yes, it is true that A.B.A had a mixture of mercury in her blood, but its color was as fascinating as that of a human blood.

He excused himself and wasted no time in finding a first aid kit, but the girl halted him by grabbing his arm. Paranoia was something she could not get rid of, even if it jeopardizes her in dire situations.

"No wait! I can fix it!" She insisted as she tugged on his arm, carelessly rubbing her wounded hand and letting her blood smudge on his skin. He gulped, feeling how wet and warm it seemed.

"Please dear, I can handle it! Let me wrap it myself. I'm sorry to have made you worried." A.B.A tugged on her bandanges on her leg, neverminding if it exposes her further.

All of these happening in front of him was driving him insane: his wife's intoxicating blood, her sweet panicked face, and her leg that teased him as soon as those bandages were repurposed to aid her wound.

Before she could wrap it on her hand, Paracelsus grabbed her injured hand and inspected it. What comes next was something A.B.A herself found shocking.

He licked her wound and begun sucking on it.

The sensation was so overwhelming that she was certain she nearly forgot the ability to speak. A.B.A watched in astonishment until she felt her legs wobble; only then she regained her voice.

"D-dear...?" She found herself having difficulty expressing her thoughts. Paracelsus kept sucking on her blood, not minding how it burns his tongue. What a pathetic flesh, he thought.

As if his fighting spirit also got converted into a human equivalent, he soon finds himself grabbing A.B.A closer to him and eventually trailing his free hand dangerously close to her plump ass. The young female homunculous couldn't help but to admire what her generous and loving husband is doing to her, evident by how her breathing quickened.

Soon, he carried her and pinned her down on the table. Screw the eggs, he was hungry for something this new body was craving for- her flesh. His ravenous side earning the upper hand as he starts to kiss his bride harshly on her lips, making A.B.A fluster more than she usually does. Those kisses turned into full on lip-locking, pooling their mouths with each other's saliva. His kisses soon attacked her neck, ripping off the bandanges that was blocking him from giving his sweet wife the pleasure she deserves.

It was no doubt that even in human form, he was still susceptive to primal urges such as blood, but this time, it was mixed with carnal desire.

And it seems he wasn't the only one enjoying it. A.B.A was more than eager to reciprocate this affection. She was more than ready to finally do it with her husband after years of solitude.

Oh how sweet it was to finally consumate their marriage.

Er...to be continued on ao3? This is just a stupid fanfic idea 💀🔫

Tagging @l00nwizard and @weeko bc of your replies. Sorry if this one is not too wholesome, but its a ficlet ig 💀😭🔫

[ciaomarie]

#NoStruggleLove

This JUST popped into my brain, and I got MAD, lol. In S3, Chris and Joana BETTER NOT make Sydney, Carmy's therapist and/or mother. I don't want her to "earn" his love by doing emotional labor. Yes, she bore too much during the renovation, but that was for HER dream as well. So far, she's been really good about maintaining her boundaries. She shares her emotions and backstory when she feels comfortable. She also allows Carmy to share his, while not burdening herself with his trauma. She holds him accountable and doesn't baby him, nor does she literally or metaphorically give him coochie. In short, she's not playing wifey with this messy man. It would be so easy to bc look at HIM.

I appreciate that so far their dynamic is actually pretty healthy. Yes, they hit a couple patches, but Carmy corrected himself quickly after the Brigade and the Review. In S2 he just didn't know how to juggle the restaurant and a love life. At the end of that season he realized that the partnership with Sydney and the restaurant matters more to him, albeit he took it too far in the freezer meltdown.

In the scene above we see CARMY initiating this conversation and offering Sydney emotional support and commitment, practically giving marital vows (eek!). In S10 before he got trapped in the freezer he helped her stay on expo and got Marcus away from her. There was his momentary lapse over the 7 Fishes getting cold (was that after he thought he saw his old EC?), but again he corrected quickly. Oh, why, oh why, didn't he call the freezer guy?!?! That first night could've been a glorious bonding event for him with Sydney and The Bear as a whole. But alas, we need the drama. Anyways, when he goes into Michelin Star mode in S3 I HOPE that Sydney doesn't bare the brunt of it. If she plays the long-suffering work wife, I'm going to be PISSED!! They like doing that to women generally and particularly women of color.

[chasedbyatlantic]

nightclub love, joel miller

masterlist summary: IN WHICH — your best friend, maria miller, sets you up with someone she knows you'll fall in love with in no time, despite it being your co-worker.

warnings: post outbreak!joel, jackson!joel, gender neutral!reader, slow burner-ish, maria love, dom-ish!joel, cutesie patootsie dina, drinking, touching-ish, swearing. lmk if i missed anything!

wordcount: 2.9k

a/n: should i make a pt 2?? love this one icl! remember to reblog, like, comment, and follow for updates!! also make sure to send requests! xoxo.

—

For weeks, you had been preparing. Maria, your best friend, had begged and begged you to help with her famous (and upcoming) Summer Solstice Party. Every year since Jackson had been up and running (and Maria was in charge), she hosted this party. She had aimed it to be a night of normalcy, a night to remember what had happened before the world went to shit. It was successful, these parties. You had enjoyed the partying aspect of it, not so much the setup.

In your post-apocalyptic life, you were a painter. You had lived and breathed art, you had even got into MIT for the arts program, but the world ended before you were able to start your post-secondary tour. Though, after everything happened in the early two thousands, you discovered your hidden talent for hunting, and being able to operate firearms quite easily. This lead you to many successes in protecting yourself while you were out on your own, and being able to protect others while leading them outside of the Jackson walls.

Maria had appointed you as the co-leader of the "Jackson Protectors" (something Tommy, Maria's husband, had came up with). After Maria had her baby, Tommy had decided to step down from the role to spend time with his family, and make sure he was always there for his newborn baby and his wife. Maria had only thought of you for the person to step up and take on such a big responsibility, so she didn't really give you a choice in co-leading the group. You hadn't minded, though, it was nice to get out of the walls.

Maria's annual party was only a few hours away now, and you had finally brought over the piece she asked you to make. It was an oil and acrylic painting of the beloved town you all had resided in, she wanted to put it behind the bar (in the town's pub, called "The Nightclub"), so that everyone was able to see the beautiful artwork you were able to create so easily.

"Hello?" You called out as you pushed open the wooden door with your foot, your arms were too occupied carrying the canvas that your foot was the next best option to get the door. There wasn't a response, so you had just proceeded in. Glancing around, you had seen that the bar was turned into a nice hall. Tables were pushed to the outskirts of the room, chairs had pieces of colourful string tied on the backs and legs, the stage was decorated, everything felt so warm.

You had moved your way over to the bar, spotting a tool kit sitting on the counter. It was perfect, you could hang this now and have it be a surprise for Maria whenever she went in the room next. Tucking the canvas under your arm for a split second, you went behind the bar and reached into the tool kit. You had gotten a few flat-head nails out, along with a mallet. You had lined up the nails along the middle of the empty space on the wall, gently nailing them in before hanging your painting up.

Before you could double check that it was nailed in straight, you heard an 'eek!' coming from behind you. You could only recognize it as your best friend, Maria Miller. "Oh my god! It's the most beautifulest thing I have ever seen!" You felt the girl embrace you from behind, this made you fold your arms upward and return the hug (without turning).

"Was nervous ya' wouldn't like it." You chuckled as she let go, you turned around. "Wouldn't like it?" Maria had questioned, "Are you kidding me? I love every piece of art you do." She embraced you in a proper hug now, and you hugged her right back with a smile on your face. You were honestly nervous that she wouldn't like it, and you had braced yourself for any feedback she might've given you.

Maria had let go of the hug, now holding your shoulders. "I have a surprise for you." The smile dropped off your face, you didn't like surprises. Surprises before were nice, but not in this hell-bound world. "What?" You were doubly as nervous about this than with the painting. "Okay, so, I've set you up with someone at tonight's part-"

"You what?" You interrupted the woman in front of you. Oh no, no no no. Your facial expression fell even more after this. "Don't worry! He's a good boy, I promise. You'll love him- please, just please cooperate with this." Maria had pled with you. You could only stare at her, like you were dumbfounded by what she was saying. In reality, you were far from dumbfounded, you just didn't know why she would do this without consulting you first.

You waited a moment before you replied, "Am I able to back out?". Maria could only smile at you, indicating that you most definitely would not be able to back out of this. After a moment of silence between the two, you couldn't help but let out a small laugh while shaking your head. "'M not forgiving you for this, woman."

You had walked out from behind the bar, leaving Maria there. You knew she had much more organizing (things she had made clear she wanted to do by herself, otherwise you would've helped her) to do before tonight. "I'll drag you out of your house if you don't show up tonight, mark my words!" She laughed as she called out to you. Right before exiting the bar, you waved her off, a small 'yeah, yeah!' escaping your lips. You knew that Maria had good intentions setting you up with someone she knew, but you didn't think it was going to go well. God, you thought to yourself, if this party doesn't go well, a hole would be dug and that would be your new home.

You had put on a nice outfit for tonight. The temperature had rose a ton (despite it being dark) since earlier, which had confirmed your questioning of what you should attend the party in. You had showered, fixed your hair, sprayed perfume, and put on some lip products you found inside the bathroom cabinets before making the treacherous walk through hell's half acre to get back to the bar.

You were neighbours with Maria, and she lived in the farthest part of the town. It didn't help when you had events like this, or the long trail to and from work in the early mornings and late nights. Thankfully this was only the third time you made this hike today, earlier going and coming back from dropping the painting off, and now. If Maria and Tommy hadn't given you a few days off of work, you probably wouldn't have went to the party. Work was exhausting, especially when it was hot outside.

You had your hands in your pocket as you were walking, humming to yourself. You were ripped out of your thoughts as you heard someone call your name, you turned immediately to spot a familiar brown-haired girl. "Hey." You nodded over to her, as you slowed your pace so she was able to catch up. This was Talia's (a friend of yours) younger sister, Dina.

"Hi! You're going to the party, right? I'm so excited." You could only bring a smile to your face, nodding your head. "Wouldn't miss it for the world." Dina mimicked the smile you had on your face. You two had talked for a while as you approached closer to the bar. You had found out that she was so to-the-moon for this party because someone she had liked asked her out, and they were attending together. You had given Dina the 'make sure you're safe' and whatnot talk, since apparently Talia hadn't.

As soon as you had gotten to the bar, Dina had bid you a goodbye with a tight hug, before running off and finding her date. You couldn't remember when you had been happy like that. Sure, you were happy a lot of the times, but never beaming. There was too much worrying in this world to ever be beaming anymore, as depressing as that sounds. Not getting into it too much, you had finally stepped into the bar.

You were immediately engulfed with the scent of whiskey, sweat, and good food. Despite what had you had just said, this brought a genuine smile to your face. Seeing people just embracing the current moment, and having no worries for just a little while- who couldn't smile at this?

You had glanced around, looking for Maria. Though you didn't see her, you saw the next best thing. "Hey, Tommy! Have you seen your wife?" The man had turned, raising his brow before he had seen you. "Hey- naw', pro'lly runnin' 'round somewhere, being a hostess and whatnot." He passed you a smile before taking a sip from his dark brown bottle. You smiled and nodded.

You shortly found your way over to the bar, ordering the strongest of whatever they had. You had recognized the bartender from around town, but had decided not to make conversation with him. He passed you the drink in a glass cup, before going back to serving others. You had brought the edge of it to your lips, sipping the amber liquid. Holy fuck, you thought to yourself, this was some strong shit.

Before you had muttered a string of swear words under your breath, something- someone had caught your attention. A hand was placed on the bottom of your back, and you shifted your weight a little. Earlier it was mentioned that you were the leader of the "Jackson Protectors", Joel Miller (Tommy's older brother) shared the role with you. He was tall and extremely muscular, and was definitely older than you.

"Sorry, peach. Just gotta squeeze on in 'ere." Joel had muttered, just loud enough for you to hear. He let the nickname roll off his tongue, although you didn't think anything of it. Nobody would hear, as the bar area was packed like a can of sardines and extremely loud from the many different conversations happening. Joel had ordered something on draft, you didn't really hear.

You had never really seen him outside of work, only a handful of times. You wouldn't have taken Joel as a party type of guy, he was extremely closed off and- well, alone. Not in a rude way, no, but in a protective way. "How's it goin'?" He had asked you, "Noticed ya' haven't been in for a few days." Joel's hand was no longer on the low of your back, but gripping the tall, glass cup. He was leaning his elbow against the bar top, as you were leaning your back against it.

"Way too busy, I've sort of- I'dunno, missed it? Work, ya' know." It came out of more of a question rather than a statement. This only earned a laugh from the man across from you. "I get what ya' mean, felt like that when my arm broke-" He let out a small laugh, "-had nothin' to keep me occupied, wishin' I was out'n huntin' things." You nodded your head as you took another sip from the glass in your left hand, keeping your face neutral this time.

"Ya' didn't come across as the type to like- well, things like this." You hinted toward Joel. He shrugged his shoulder, taking another sip from his cup. "'M not, never was." You had an almost concerning look now, why was he here if he didn't like these types of things? "-But," Joel quickly added, "Figured I'd try it out after all these years o'not goin', ya' know?" You could only nod your head. It was true, you've never seen Joel Miller attend anything other than his daily work shift. Maybe he had a change of heart, but you didn't know if you really believed it.

Joel had started to talk about something else, but for some reason, you had zoned out. Your best friend had caught your eye from right behind Joel, so you were now focused on her. It didn't take long for her to notice you staring at her, and her face turned upwards. She was mouthing something to you, but you couldn't make sense of what it was. After squinting your eyes, and Maria repeating it twice more, it hit you. She had mouthed 'that's the one'.

Your expression fell as you snapped back into reality. Really? Your work partner? You weren't saying Joel was ugly, or had an ugly personality (far from that, actually), but you couldn't mess around with someone you worked with. "You alright?" Your eyes moved from just above Joel's shoulders to meet his gaze. You nod your head before almost feeling lightheaded, you were going to kill Maria.

"Do ya' know how to dance?" You spit out before thinking it through. You were pretty sure you didn't have a crush on Joel Miller, but- no buts, you had thought to yourself. You couldn't, if something bad went wrong, you would still have to work with this man every single day. You could slap yourself right about now.

"Drunk words're sober thoughts, eh?" He asked (rhetorically) to you, which had earned a true, dumbfounded look on your face. You only managed to let a "huh?" escape your lips, and Joel shook his head with a small laugh. "Nevermind, c'mon." His hand fell to the bottom of your back once again, and before you knew it, you were walking with him to the packed dance floor. You could feel the eyes of conservative mothers on you, probably spreading lies about how you two did this at work. It wasn't true (not yet at least).

You two got on the floor, and Joel let go of your back. He moved his hands more forward, placing them on either sides of your hips. You looked down, an immediate heat rising to your cheeks. It was the alcohol, you told yourself (only half of that statement was true). Your actions took over your thoughts as your arms wrapped around Joel's neck, the only thing running through your head was if you still smelled like the perfume you put on earlier.

The song had changed, it turned into a slower one- one that you were able to dance to properly. "Now, I'ain' gone dancin' in years, so don't go too hard on me if I mess up, alright peach?" There it was again, peach. The nickname was given to you by Joel a while ago, after you had found a peach tree while out on a run with him. Joel thought it had really fit you and your personality, so he didn't give it up.

You laughed, probably louder than you should have, "Don't worry, I'm not any professional neither." You were following Joel's lead, following where he put his feet. You never learned to dance properly, there was never anybody to teach you. You had managed to step on his toes a few times, but there was no yap from him about it. Joel was- enjoying himself, the first time in a (long) while.

"You didn't have to," You had began, the drunken thoughts taking over you, "I know Maria put y'up to this, it doesn't need to go further than dancin'." You could feel Joel's grip tighten slightly on your waist, something you wouldn't have noticed if you weren't so focused on him. "I wanted to," He quickly reassured you, "Just had to make sure ya' wouldn't- I'dunno, not let me?" You could tell Joel was being genuine, the tone was in his words. This was the first time the man had ever let you in on what he was thinking, what he was feeling.

You two talked and danced for another while, before the party started to die down into the early hours of the morning. You found out he didn't live too far away from you, so you both accompanied each other on the walk home. You too were far too drunk to be walking alone anyway, despite the town being safe. Joel's house was first on the way back, but he had decided to walk the few extra blocks to make sure you got home okay.

As you got home, you had fumbled with the front gate before stepping in and closing it behind - it was only two feet high, so you could still bid your goodbyes to Joel. You had turned around once the gate was shut, his eyes already down on you. "Had fun tonight, almost too much fun." This brought your face up into a smile, nodding your head. "Guess I better-"

"Can we do this again sometime?" You had interrupted Joel, catching him a bit off. "Only if ya' wanna." You had bit your lip, bracing yourself in case he were to say no. Thankfully, he didn't- far from a no. "Wasn't thinkin' we wouln't go out again, now were ya'?" You two were very close, close enough that he could hear the spike in your breathing pattern. "I'll see ya' tomorrow?" You questioned, your hand on top of the fence post. Joel followed suit, his calloused hand now overtop of yours. "I'll pick 'ya up, bright'n early."

You thought this was going to go horribly earlier, you really believed it was. You didn't want to fall for anyone, because you didn't know how much time everyone had left- you were afraid of loss, afraid of losing the people you got close to. You were scared that one day, you would wake up and they would be gone. Within a span of a day, though, you had gotten over the fear of loss. You had found someone who was just like you, but also the complete opposite in many ways. You knew, for a fact, that you had just found someone else you trusted with so much in you, he wasn't just someone you worked with anymore. Who knows, he could turn into something more with time to come, and you almost hoped he would.

—

nightclub love, matt maltese

[ticklishprincey]

I'm Home!

Very short fic, I’m sorry! This one’s for @iburntgewater because they asked for art and I could not deliver so here’s a fanfiction instead. Warnings: Tickling (obv), brief not being able to focus/frustration but not much, tooth-rotting fluff (if there’s anything else lmk) Moxxie sat at his desk, head in his hands. He had long forgotten what he had sat down to do, the words on the page in front of him swam across the desk in his dazed state. He had been unable to focus for about an hour now. Crumpled balls of paper littered the floor, each with only a few words on them, balled up in frustration and tossed onto the ground. His right leg began to bounce as he looked up at the clock on the wall for about the eighth time. 8:00pm. Millie’s home. His sour mood evaporated as he heard the familiar sound of the front door opening, his beloved wife announcing her arrival cheerfully. “Mox! I’m home!” Moxxie couldn’t fight the smile creeping onto his face as he got up from his desk and ran to the front door, nearly tackling his wife in a hug. “Millie! I missed you!” Millie giggled and returned the hug, sweeping her husband off his feet and smiling at the surprised squeal that escaped him. “Missed you too, hun!” She wrapped her tail around her husband, hugging him tightly and squeezing his sides playfully, chuckling at the bubbly giggles it caused. “Millieeeeee-” The smaller imp squirmed in his wife’s arms as she laid him gently onto the couch, pinning his arms above his head and continuing to squeeze his sides and tummy. “What? Does this bother ya?” “EEK! Yehehes!” “Ooo, that’s too bad for you then, ain’t it?” A bright red hue overtook Moxxie’s face as he giggled, Millie’s hands continuing to explore his sides, creeping up to his ribs and scribbling her nails against them. A loud squeal escaped the smaller demon, followed immediately by bubbly laughter, not unlike that of a small child. Millie found this adorable, of course, but Moxxie was mortified to say the least. “MIHIHILLIE!” “Yes, Moxxie baby? She teased as her head dipped down to blow a raspberry on his stomach, earning a loud shriek followed by frantic giggling. “FUHUHUCK WAHAHAIT! REHEHED!” As soon as the safeword was spoken, Millie stopped. The tickling was replaced by gentle cuddling as she ran her fingers through his hair, rubbing his back soothingly. “L-Love you Millie-” “Love you too, Mox.” SORRY IT WAS SO SHORT I HAVE NO INSPIRATIONNN PLEASE GIVE ME IDEASSSSSSS

[phantasmagorianfantasy]

Freak Next Door: Part 1

Read Part 2

Read Part 3

18+ only! Josh x OFC

Some Jon Bernthal goodness for a character I don't see a lot of fanfiction about. Sharp Stick was quite a movie, and those scenes now live rent free in my mind forever. Even if Josh was a loser.

Warnings: masturbation, voyeurism

@grippingbeskar This is YOUR fault. I am working on two different pieces right now, and you have been a muse. Thanks!

This is the first part I have written for a Sharp Stick fanfiction which will be inspired by this post by @chellestrash. I think Josh is pretty much a fuckboy of a character, but I would love to see someone torture him. In the fun ways. More to come ASAP - just getting my sea legs.

Comments welcome! Thank you!

Updated June 22nd

Josh stared open-mouthed out of the window. He had been doing this for days now - he'd wake up, say goodbye to his wife before she took the kids to daycare and climb back into the guest-room bed, sitting up against the headboard.

This window gave Josh a perfect view into his neighbor's bedroom. A room with a view, he mused.

After his last stunt with the babysitter, he was still in the dog house, and he had been relegated to the extra room on the opposite side of their home. Married, but in the same purgatory he had found himself in previously. Josh felt his heart clench as he thought about how that last affair had ended.

That wasn't his fault, though. There had been a lot of pressure on him, and with Heather the way she was... Still. He really hadn't meant for any of that to happen.

How long had it been? It must have been two years now.

Such a fuck up...he thought to himself, guilt filling every sense. In this moment, he even considered stopping, not going through with his new ritual, saving some sort of semblance of honor and decency for the mother of his children. But the memory of their first meeting always tugged him back into the filth and away from any honorable thought or intention.

Josh had first met her at a community barbecue down the street. He swallowed hard, running a hand lazily along his chest as he remembered her in that checkered blue and white bathing suit top, still wet from the pool. She had a smile that could dazzle, and he loved how her eyes crinkled at the sides when she threw her head back when she laughed. Josh remembered how he had unconsciously eyed the fabric clinging to her body, to every single curve.

Josh closed his eyes, thinking of the sweat that languidly dripped down her neck into the valley of her breasts as the sun shone gold through the wisps of her blond hair. He imagined himself running a tongue through that trail and a shudder ran through him.

Josh groaned, the self-depricating thoughts at war with the growing arousal in his stomach. That day... he remembered that woman's delicate fingers picking up a strawberry from the buffet table and sinking it in between her lips in a way he felt was meant for him. Her eyes were boring into him, this tight 30-year-old shamelessly making eye contact with him as her red lips pursed against the curve of the berry. Her eyes fluttered, rolling back as her teeth sank into the fruit. A small trail of juice had eeked out of the corner of her mouth. He had been halfway through raising a beer to his lips, and Yuri was blabbing away about his current hot piece, but that had stopped him in his tracks too.

'I said goddamn Josh, was she lookin' at you or me?' Yuri had nearly gasped these words out beside him. Josh hadn't known the answer.

His mind flipped back and forth from memory to reality, and Josh licked his lips, the memory of that damn barbecue sending an electric shock through his body. He pulled off his shirt, throwing it unceremoniously into a ball near the hamper. He bit his lip, waiting with trepedation and a little bit of guilt as he looked through the window into her bedroom.

From here, he could see her golden curls splayed on the sheets, her legs twisted in them. Josh dragged his hand from his neck down his own chest, his eyes closed for a moment, imagining her delicate hands following this very trail. His throat was so fucking dry as he tried to create what he imagined she would do...his finger tips barely putting pressure on his skin, alternating from petting to a slow, light draw of fingernails.

Josh felt his phone vibrate as the 10am alarm sounded. His eyes opened lazily as he sent the alarm into oblivion. She'd be waking up any second now. His eyes darted back, praising whatever diety allowed the bedroom a view straight into her bed.

His breath caught in his chest as he saw a pair of legs slide up. She was awake. He was thankful that the curtains allowed this small space where he could see her in bed. That woman always slept naked, and seeing her legs emerge sent a jolt straight to his growing arousal. He could see her hand lazily playing with the inside of her legs, and he imagined the murmurs she might make if his hands replaced hers. Josh stiffened, watching her sit up in bed. They were nearly facing one another, the distance seeming paradoxically close and yet so so far as he watched her fingers squeeze around her breast and then trail down her stomach to the curls below. He wondered if she tasted sweet like that strawberry, wondered how it would feel to have her grinding herself into his mouth as he cleaned the juices from her. He groaned softly, his hips rising slightly at the thought of being in between those legs, gripping her thick thighs.

Another whsipered moan escaped his lips, all thoughts of resistance chased away in a moment. He jerked his sweatpants down just above his knees and streched out his legs. He spat into his hand, pumping his length lazily a few times before turning his eyes back to her, who was mirroring him now, her back against her headboard and fingers slipping in and out of her.

He choked as his length pulsed, seeing her slowly raise her hips to meet her hand. He hoped that her eyes were closed, afraid of the consequences of her realizing his little fantasy. But Josh wanted nothing more than see her gaze cutting into him, burning him, making him squirm. His grip tightened, and he released a breath he had been holding in earnest.

Her lips were curled into a smile though slightly parted, and he watched her hand circling her clit. He moaned softly, watching her alternate between her clit and sliding a finger into her own folds. He could tell she was moaning from the way her chest rose and fell, by how her hips rose off the bed.

He looked down at himself for a moment, considering how it would look to have her fingers wrapped around his length. His grip tightened, and the pleasure was double edged. He continued to slide his hand in time with her motions, and his mouth hung open as he saw her plunge two fingers into herself. He could see everything, and the pressure building within him made his stomach tight. His grip was firm and deliberate. He was not rushing, yet.

God, she was beautiful. He praised her in his mind, his eyes locked on her hands and how her hips rose as she pumped her fingers. He felt his release on the horizon, and moaned softly as she continued her assault.

Josh felt his end approaching, the pre-cum leaking and mixing with his spit as his speed increased. He imagined what those breathy moans would sound like if he were the one sinking his digits into her, the one licking up and down her slit before taking her clit between is lips and sucking gently. He groaned again, his speed increasing as his eyes locked on her face.

He moved away from the headboard, his legs hanging off the side of the bed as he ached to get a closer look at her as he came. He felt a shot of panic run through him as their eyes made contact. He was unsure if she'd actually seen him until she too began to scoot away from her headboard and closer to the window, knees up and legs perched at the edge of the bed as she fucked herself for his eyes only. Her eyes were alternating from her own body to him, and her other hand slipping a pair of fingers into her mouth.

Josh gasped, imagining the filthy sounds he imagined she would make. His minstrations became erratic as the woman next door laid on her back, her hips bucking up as she fucked herself for him. He watched his cock jump, his hands tightening and releasing pressure as he considered how she would feel under him, panting and mewling. When his eyes returned to the window, she was leaning back on her elbows, looking straight back at him. Her fingers were still plunged inside her, and he watched as she pumped them quickly before her other hand joined in order to rub quickly against her bud. The quiet of the morning allowed the muffled sounds of her moans to drift into the room, and Josh groaned again, his insides twisting with pleasure. He watched as she threw her head back, thrusting into herself as her hips jumped forward.

He gasped, an "Oh fuck" escaped his lips before he threw his head back. He moaned as his cock throbbed in his hands, cumming over his own stomach. He felt his cum as it landed on the sweated sheen of his chest. He couldn't stop the grip of his hand, unrelenting as he came hard, even as the orgasm began to abate. He felt a little pathetic, hearing his own breathy moans as he fucked himself life a teenager. As he finished, he did feel the knots in his stomach release just slightly. Josh's eyes were momentarily fixed on the mess on himself, a feeling of slight shame and nervousness as he thought of how his eyes had locked with hers.

He didn't know if he should move, hide the evidence of what he had been doing as he watched her. He bit his lip and chanced a peek back up. She was looking straight at him, her mouth opened with a look of gasping elation.

Josh slowly threw his legs over the side of the guest bed and walked to the window, unable to take his eyes off the quivering mess in that beautiful woman's hands. He swallowed hard seeing the look in her eyes.

She didn't look completely satisfied, and the idea both thrilled and terrified him. He still hoped in the back of his mind that he was imagining her eyes boring into his. Perhaps she was just staring into space, overcome with pleasure like he had been.

However, his breath caught when she slowly slid off the bed and approached her window. The space between the houses couldn't be more than 30 feet, and he groaned as she raised a hand to wave, a playful grin spreading across her face.

Oh fuck.

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Could the readers father ask about kids? And Bruce stands up for reader?

"You're giving her too much freedom," Ronald scolded. "She needs to be kept-"

"All due respect," Bruce said, "But she's my property now." He sat up straight, "I assume the money went through?"

"Listen-"

"No, you listen," Bruce scoffed. "You handed me a virgin who was terrified to even get naked in front of me. She hardly knows how to shop for herself- I don't need a useless wife."

Ronnie's eyes narrowed and he set his glass down carefully, "We raised her-"

"To be useless," Bruce said shrugging. The words tasted like sour bile coming out of his mouth. And he hated it but- if he didn't play the game the rumors and the fact that he'd given you access to money were going to set off alarm bells.

And- not that he cared about a media firestorm about his being gay but. For your sake he didn't want that. He'd done- a lot of things. Treated you like you were less than human, as far as he was concerned. The least he could do was keep you from being humiliated. And make sure that you kept what little hard-earned independence you'd eeked out.

Even if he hated how cruel he had to be right now.

[ladyathenawisdom]

Gangster's Wife / Pt. 4

Warnings: Mature Themes, Violence, Language, Spicy, Drinking, Intoxication, Alcohol Intake, Drugs, Drunk.

................

It was a week later when Hero realized she was vulnerable and weak against all clever tactics. And that her guard was down, along with her apartment's security.

Leader had now gone absolutely bonkers in finding information about Supervillain, along with Teammate and Sidekick. Teammate wanted to go against all odds and find him, wanting to prove she was a good hero.

Sidekick wanted to be deemed important too. But it seemed as if something else lingered, something dark. He wanted to find the criminal, with borderline obsession.

Teammate 2 was begrudgingly agreeing with them, just going along their views. She didn't want to work so much, especially if it lead to nothing. She had high hopes that nothing would happen.

Hero 2 didn't want too, showing her visible fear against the large criminal.

Hero hadn't cared. Except for the fact that Leader had added more hours to track down Supervillain. It gave them more unnecessary extra work, making them more sluggish.

Maybe Hero was being selfish, she hadn't told anyone about what had happened the night of the gala. And she knew she wasn't obligated too. She knew no one knew about her past. No one except her mentor and best friend, who had died a few years ago. Age had finally caught up to them.

But that didn't mean that she was all innocent and free. No, it meant quite the opposite.

"Eek!" Hero yelped, tightening her grip on the towel around her body, her eyes widening as she saw all the henchmen around her lovely living room. It didn't look so lovely anymore.

Many of the henchmen averted their gazes immediately as the hero stepped out of the bathroom. They looked away, fearing the wrath of their boss. Many turned around while others turned their gaze to the ceiling or floor in fear, feeling rather uncomfortable.

Supervillain, who was leaning back against the coach, looked up. His eyes met her gaze, his eyes rake her form.

Hero narrows her eyes. "Are you out of your mind! Get out!" She screams, looking at all the men.

Supervillain snaps his fingers, keeping his gaze on her. "You heard the lady. Step away."

Much to Hero's disdain, they only went in the direction of her kitchen and entryway. Some even went as far to go outside her balcony.

She scowls, turning to look at him.

Supervillain only raised his eyebrows.

Hero stares hard at him. "What are you doing here?" She questions with a frown, pulling the towel down slightly to cover her bottom. She starts to slowly walk towards her bedroom, needing actual clothes on. Her cheeks were still flushing from the slight surprise of the men in her home.

Supervillain follows her, much to her obvious annoyance. "I'm here to visit you. Can I not do that? I need to make sure all the heroes are abiding the law," he said, mock clear in his voice.

Hero pushes him out of her room. "Stay," she points at him. "I need to change."

Supervillain rolls his eyes. "It's nothing I haven't seen before," he smirks, eyeing her up and down.

Hero turns red, either from embarrassment or anger. Maybe both most likely.

Supervillain stares at her, moving closer as he leant against the door ledge. "Don't you remember those nights? Those sweet, quiet and sometimes very loud nights." He purred. "Remember that one night? That night in Ibiza."

Hero clenches her jaw before slamming the door in his face, she huffs and leans her back against the door before locking it and trying to find some clothes and hopefully find her dignity. She breathes out nervously.

Yeah, she was screwed.

It had been almost 2 weeks since then.

Upon Hero 2's request, or rather demand, the team had decided to relax for a night and come out of their worrisome loads of stress for a night out.

Leader had been annoyed and had rejected the idea immediately. But upon learning they needed clear heads to actually work, he begrudgingly agreed. Teammate and Teammate 2 were on board. And Sidekick, he was ready to party. Hero was hesitant but she had also agreed.

She had put on a short black dress with spaghetti straps, a leather jacket, some black heeled ankle boots and her black bag. She had opened and curled her hair and put on some makeup.

Her outfit wasn't as sparkly, sultry, or frizzey as her team's, but she didn't care. She just wanted a relaxing night out without any stress or worry for the future. But it seemed as if destiny hated her.

Hero sighed in annoyance as the loud music of the club rung in her ears. She was sat at the bar, playing with her gin and tonic. She didn't want to drink too much, seeing as they would probably work tomorrow. She didn't need to be hungover.

Hero's exquisite eyes went to Teammate and Teammate 2 who were dancing wildy on the dance floor with smiles on their face, yelling and cheering.

Leader was sat on the side, drinking some scotch sip by sip, looking around in boredom. He really needed to loosen up or something, he was so rigid.

Sidekick was sat on the side with many girls around him, smoking a vape as they all laughed and cheered him on.

Hero shakes her head at him, so immature and irresponsible. Her eyes snap towards Hero 2, she was unfortunately, smoking weed. And holding a small bag with some white substance in it.

Hero's heart starts to race, she sits up slightly as Hero 2 thanks the man.

This wasn't the first time that Hero had seen a hero or even a sidekick get drugs, or drink. In fact, if you looked at it in a different way, the heroes did drugs more then villains. They drank more, they spent more money, they did drugs, it was the fame and money that got to them.

It was all so...twisted.

Hero sighs, shaking her head. She looks back at her gin and bites her bottom lip. Grabbing the drink, she downs it and shakes her head. She takes a deep breath, thinking everything over. She tried not to overthink.

Tonight, she wouldn't think about Supervillain nor the Industry.

She would only have fun.

Without getting drunk or high.

Hero's eyes snap towards the bartender. But then again, it wasn't like she had a low tolerance. She had a high alcohol tolerance, as expected, seeing as she was decades old and drank some times. And over the years, her tolerance grew. "Excuse me."

"Yeah." The bartender turns to her.

"Can I have a few shots of tequila?"

Well, there was no going back now.

Hero stares at the tiny shot glasses with some hesitation. She had told herself she wouldn't get drunk, but she wouldn't if she drank to much. She didn't need or want a hangover. Pushing back all the things holding her back, she grabs each glass and starts downing them.

The alcohol burned her throat but she let it in, feeling a slight buzz in her head. She shakes her head, liking the feeling.

"Go, Hero!" Hero 2 came over, grinned widely as her eyes shone.

Teammate also came over, smiling but also tired from all the dancing. Teammate 2 seemed to be preoccupied with a man, enjoying him as she danced rather proactively.

"You having fun?" Teammate smirks, ordering a vodka.

Hero 2 was holding a martini, taking small sips.

Hero groans. "Maybe I shouldn't have downed them all at once."

"Don't be silly." Hero 2 laughs. "Hey! Can we get another round of tequila?"

Hero huffs. But she didn't regret her decision. Okay, maybe she did. But she downed the next few drinks with her team, taking caution and going slow this time.

"Ooh, I feel so amazing." Heri 2 slurs, giggling. "I'm gonna go find leader." She then walks away, cheering and yelling.

Teammate rolls her eyes, downing another shot.

"We really shouldn't mix drinks," Hero says, eyeing the tequila and voda that Teammate was drinking.

Teammate only shrugs. "Who cares? I don't. I'm not gonna remember this anyway. I'm go find myself a guy to sleep with. See ya!" She then downs her vodka and struts sway.

Hero sighs, groaning as the loud music now seemed to be much louder. Maybe the alcohol really did start to affect her now. The last time she had drank was about a year ago.

She debated about whether leaving the club or not. She really didn't want to leave her friends. But seeing as Teammate went to find a guy, along with Teammate 2, and Hero 2 seemed really preoccupied with her dealer or something. She didn't think she had a choice.

And Sidekick seemed to be busy with a girl, really busy.

Hero quickly looks away, spotting Leader. Her eyebrows furrowed before they widened in panic.

Right Hand seemed to be talking with Leader, both chatting casually.

Hero swallows. If Right Hand was here, that meant that Supervillain....

Her eyes look all over the club, but she finds him no where. She looks back at the two, eyeing them with concern. Surely, Supervillain had sent his right hand here to extract info.

She grabs the last tequila shot and downs it.

She quickly makes her way towards them, meeting Right Hand's gaze. She narrows in on him, frowning deeply.

"Oh, Hero." Leader spoke up. "You're still here. I would have thought you left some asshole or something."

As if boss would ever let that happen, Right Hand, thought.

Hero smiles politely. "You know I'm not the sleeping type. Nor the drinking get drunk type. I'm good."

Leader nods. "Yeah, I get that." He takes a sip of his scotch. "Hero 2 said she was gonna leave with some jerk. Teammate and Teammate 2 already left with their guys. And Sidekick is also probably going to leave."

Hero frowns. Would they just abandon each other for some sex? They could have atleast told her, or each other. "Right.. " Her eyes go to Right Hand, who only gives her kind smile.

Leader downs his glass of scotch.

Hero clears her throat. "Well, I'm also going to leave. If you don't mind."

Leader shakes his head. "Yeah, I don't mind. You can go ahead. I was gonna leave in a couple minutes anyway," he nods.

Hero stares at him for a few seconds before she slowly nods, glances at Right Hand, and gives him a polite smile, before turning and walking away.

Her heart was hammering in her chest, almost beating out of her chest. There was no doubt that he was also here. She was gonna pummel him into the ground, pull him up and then pummel him again.

As she was leaving, a waiter came up to her, holding a tray. It held a black rose and card.

Hero narrows her eyes, already knowing who it was from.

"Miss, this came from a secret admirer for you."

"Secret admirer, eh?" Hero snorts. But she grabs the card anyway, opening it up to read it.

You look absolutely gorgeous

So glad you came out to party

S. V.

Hero rolls her eyes. She quickly rips up the, possibly expensive card, before grabbing the black rose and stalking away. She storms out of the club, her eyes narrowed as she looked around the parking lot and entrance of the club.

The line was long. A few people outside were smoking cigarettes, cigars and vapes. A few were even making out and taking a breath of fresh air.

She then spots it.

His car was parked a few feet away, with some cars with his people surrounding it. It looked as if they were in a gang as his men were dressed in leather jackets and jeans instead of their usual suits.

Supervillain was leaning against the car, smoking a cigar.

Hero clenches her jaw, not bothering to notice the three girls stood a few feet away, they also seemed to be a part of his people. They looked like his assistants or something. She didn't care though, she didn't care if they had the hots for him or not.

Right now, she was fuming.

She starts to storm towards him, her fists clenching as her grip on the Black Rose tightened. Her heels clicked against the pavement.

"Are you out of your fucking mind!" Hero snaps, ignoring the shocked and surprised expressions of some of his men. They must have been new.

Supervillain chuckles. "I see you got my gift,"

Hero scowls. She brings up the rose to his face before dropping it to the floor and stomping on it with her heel.

Supervillain frowns. "Now that hurts my feelings, Hero." He looks at her. "Are you really that angry at me, my love?"

"Don't call me that!"

Supervillain rolls his eyes.

Hero scoffs, crossing her arms. "Have you finally lost your mind? You do realize that my team was also in the club? They could have spotted you. You do know they're tracking you, right?"

"Speaking of," Supervillain eyes her up and down. "You look absolutely-"

"Don't." Hero holds her hand up.

"Boss-"

"Is there a reason why you interrupting us, Assistant?" Supervillain raised an eyebrow, a warning in his eyes as he spoke coldly.

Assistant gulps, shaking her head before she backs away towards the other two girls.

Hero narrows her eyes. "Have you grown so lonely, your keeping girls?" She snorts, crossing her arms. Her eyes flashed with a weird but familiar emotion.

Supervillain smirks. "Jealous, my little hero? They're my most trusted tech people. Very intelligent and good at tracking people online."

Hero frowns.

"Do what you want. Your team won't even find me."

Hero sighs, groaning as she held her head.

"Now," Supervillain throws his cigar to the floor, stepping on it. He gestures to his men, who open up the car door. "Get in. I'll drop you off."

"I'm good. No thanks," Hero scoffs.

"You have alcohol in your system, I'm not gonna let you go alone." Supervillain chides gently. He abruptly grabs her wrist, causing her to yelp. "Come."

"No! Let go! I'm only buzzed, tipsy even." She pulls her wrist out of his hand. "Let go of me! I'm not drunk!"

Supervillain snorts. "Sure you are."

Hero pulls away from him. "Fuck off!" She snaps before turning around to storm away. She yells as she's suddenly lifted into the air.

"Oh my gosh! Are you out of your fucking mind! Let me go!" Hero yells as he had lifted her over his shoulder. "Let go of me!" She starts to wiggles her legs, squirming.

Supervillain rolls his eyes, a small smirk on his lips. He nods to his men. "Take the car back. I'll come back in my own." He starts walking towards his own black Mercedes.

Hero yells, squirming and wiggling her legs to get out of his grip. "Let go of me!" She gasps when he delivers a sharp slap on her ass.

"Shush, would you? Your screaming is distracting."

Hero's whole face had turned red.

Supervillain chuckles. "I forgot how much you enjoyed me slapping your ass. In fights and in the bedroom." He smirks.

Hero growls. "That so not fucking true! Forget about it! Let me go! I can arrest you for manhandling and harassment!"

Supervillain snorts, opening up the front seat. "Sure, you can. But you won't." He drops her onto the seat, closing the door. He quickly makes his way to the driver's seat.

Hero scoffs, trying to open the door but finding it's locked. "Open the door." She turns to him.

Supervillain ignores her, starting up the car. He quickly turns and backs out of the parking of the club.

"This is kidnapping!"

Supervillain scoffs. "Yeah, sure it is. Especially when I'm dropping you back at your apartment."

Hero glares at him heatedly. "Fuck you." She crosses her arms and leans back in her seat.

Supervillain smirked as he drove through the road of the city lights. "I would. But you would get angry."

Hero clenches her jaw.

Supervillain glances at her. "Oh come on, that was funny."

"No, it wasn't." Hero replied coldly.

"Wow. You really have gotten boring over the years,"

"I have not!"

"Sure."

"I haven't!"

"Then where's your sense of humor?"

"I don't laugh at your stupid jokes."

Supervillain gasps, looking possibly offended. "My jokes aren't stupid. They are the best,"

Hero shakes her head, glaring out the window.

Supervillain glances at her, humming quietly as he eyed her and down. "You really do look beautiful."

"I know."

"Humble, much?" Supervillain rolls his eyes.

"Fuck off."

Supervillain smirks. "There's that fire. I've missed somebody scolding and yelling at me." He sighs. "It's always everyone who's scared of me. It's pretty annoying."

Hero ignores him.

Supervillain puts a hand on her thigh.

She immediately slaps it away.

"Ow!" He pulls his hand back, his brows furrowed as he stared at the road. "You slap hard."

Slap with a flat palm. That's what he had told her long ago. Hero glares at him. "Don't touch me."

Supervillain smirks. "Your forgetting, darling. That I've touched you everywhere. Multiple times." He purred.

Hero's cheeks tinted, her mind wavering. They went headfirst and without falter, into the gutter. Unwanted memories flashed in their mind, demanding and hot.

All the touches, kisses, tangled sheets, late nights, all those moments came back at her like a train. She scowls. "That was a long time ago," she says quietly.

Supervillain only hums. "And yet, I haven't forgotten about you."

Her eyes glanced towards him, but she didn't say anything. She didn't need to. The silence said everything.

Supervillain continues driving, humming quietly.

Hero swallows, looking away with her eyebrows furrowed. Her pretty eyes go to him as his hands, large and callused, turn the radio on. She takes a deep breath, spotting his muscled and veiny forearm. She looks away.

Yo, what's up? If you trying to get into contact with me

Leave a quick message after the beep

And I'll make sure to get back to you

In one handshake, peace

Hey Mijo, it's me again

I've been tryin' to call you already five to six times

You're not pickin' up your phone and I'm worried

Ya son las tres de la mañana, babe, ¿dónde estás? I know I always bring this up but now it's time we talk Mijo, please take a lil minute, sit back and relax Listen to my words, I ain't tryin to be your mom Te quiero mucho por favor and I deserve to know what's up

Hero frowns, shifting in her seat. Her eyes go outside the window, watching the city buildings go by. It was night now, almost midnight. The lights were still on, with people walking about normally.

Many cars were also speeding away on the road, with horns honking. She could spot civilians walking safely.

All those late night calls, when you gotta bounce Your homies coming first, what's that all about?

I fell in love with a gangster, yeah, that's right

Hero's eyes snap towards him, her eyes narrowed.

Supervillain only hums along, tapping the wheel with beat.

But I don't think you realize how I hurt inside Always worryin', mi pelon, if you're comin home

That's why I call you so much when you leave me alone I don't wanna bug and this I promise you But in this situation, it's so hard to trust you I care about you so much, lovin' you like crazy

All I really want is to have your little baby Tell me that you love me, you will never leave me Soy la reina de tu vida and you're happy to be with me

Hero clenches her jaw.

Daddy, let me know that I'm your only girl The only man that I need in this gangster world is you

Hero starts glaring hard at him.

And I wouldn't trade it

So why you think I would lie, won't you tell me, girl? The only one that I need in my gangster world is youAnd I wouldn't trade it

Hero scoffs, turning away from. "Your unbelievable."

Supervillain only smirks.

........

[juneymont]

SHARPUARY: DAY 23: 'BLACK LAKE'

"That's right, little bairn," Aesop assured his firstborn in a low, contented voice that danced away on the gentle wind as easily as a burst of dandelion seeds. "That's where you'll stay, once Autumn comes. And I will, too! I've got my own quarters at the school and you'll sleep in your common room."

Standing on the rocky sand along the Black Lake with his Helen by his side, Aesop wrapped his strong, paternal hand around her small shoulder. It wasn't a delicate shoulder, by any stretch - she was the result of Aesop and Anna Sharp, after all. But it was a small one. And he smiled to himself, looking across the water towards the proud, magical institution. Though his wife was certain their daughter would be a Ravenclaw, Aesop could only imagine Helen seated around the Gryffindor common room fireplace, just like her mother.

With some trepidation Helen stated, "without Mummy..."

Now - Aesop made a point of respecting his children as intelligent, autonomous individuals. As such, tried his best to speak to them with straightforwardness and honesty, so he didn't mince words or imbue with any particular emotion his simple response. "That's right. Mummy will stay living at home."

But, sensing his daughter's nervousness and knowing just the thing to soften the blow, he coyly added, "and you know who else will stay there with her..."

Helen's face lit up as she slowly turned and looked up towards her smirking father. Immediately embracing the idea of having total freedom from her nuisance of a younger brother, she exclaimed, "NO CHARLIE?!"

Aesop couldn't help but chuckle. "That's right, my little one. No Charlie. Not for a few more years." He stooped to pick up his girl and let out a grunt when he hoisted her into his arms. Especially when taking into account the chronic pain of his leg, his not-so-little girl was almost too grown to lift in this way. Almost. And Aesop was all too happy to eek out whatever little he could from whatever little was left of her true childhood years. Responding in kind, she wrapped her arms around his neck, sunkissed and elegantly weathered, and she threw her face against his chest.

He held her close to him like the precious gift she was to him, kissing the side of her head against her fiery hair and whispering, "don't you worry, my darling. I'm going to ask Deek to prepare a spare bed in my rooms, just in case. You can stay with me any time you like. And Mummy will come visit sometimes. And Charles."

Helen sighed in relief. "Promise?"

"I promise," Aesop said sincerely with another kiss, adding with a playful tone, "just as long as you don't shirk you potions homework."

This drew an instantaneous, hearty giggle from Helen who leaned back and squished her father's face between her small (but insistent) hands as she chided him, and the two began their slow walk back towards Hogsmeade, laughing and talking and imagining the wonderful adventures the next seven years would hold for them both.

[fe-fictions]

I am just OBSESSED WITH DIAMANT, KAGETSU AND ALFRED !!! Would you mind writing your morning after stories for them pls ? Or at least one of them, the one you prefer ! Have a nice evening ! :)

(WE ARE STARTING OUR FE ENGAGE STORIES WITH A BIG THREE PARTER!! ENJOY!!)

Alfred: For the golden retriever prince, waking up beside you is something that is jarring and enthralling. He’s practically over the moon, recounting the previous night’s events.

The whirlwind wedding, the joy on all your friends’ faces, and most importantly, the adoration that mirrored in your eyes just as poignantly as it did in his.

It was a magical day from start to finish, but the prince was far happier when he woke up and found you sound asleep beside him. He was practically shocked by it.

To think that he had actually married you. He confessed to you, you told him you loved him too, and…and how here you were…it made him start to freak out.

But it was a freak out in a good way. At least, that’s what he thought. Alfred smiled to himself, giddy and completely unsure of what he was going to do next. He reached out, brushing his fingers along your cheek, unable to fight the joy that swelled in his chest.

It was real…you were wearing his ring, he had the Pact Ring glittering on his finger, and you looked so, so cute when you were sleeping! He just wasn’t sure what he was going to do with himself.

He worries about waking you up, but then he remembers that it’s the Somniel; it’s rare you’d wake up on your own unless someone came in to rouse you with a loud but tasteful announcement.

Then he remembered that someone wakes you up every day. 

Alfred, being the dutiful (new) husband that he is, quickly slips from the bed, wraps a sheet around his waist, and hurries to the doors to make sure they’re locked. 

After all, it would be awfully inappropriate for the Divine Dragon to be seen so very, very exposed….and he wasn’t sure h ewanted any of his comrades to see him in such a state, either.

Satisfied that the door was firmly locked, Alfred nods to himself and turns on his heel to return to you.

At least, until he looks back at his new wife and discovers that you are awake and rubbing at your eyes.

“Oh, no!” Alfred eeks out, “You’re supposed to be sleeping!”

“You got out of bed.” You yawned, propped up on your elbow. Alfred’s shoulders drop and he returns to bed, falling face first onto the mattress by your legs.

“I was trying to make sure that nobody would come to wake you up, like usual!”

“Well, considering what day it was yesterday…I don’t think any of them would be silly enough to try.” You smiled softly, petting your sweet husband’s soft, blonde hair. “Maybe Clanne and Framme…Vander, even…but they’d figure it out pretty quick.”

“I-I know.” He blushed, peeking up at you, “I just…wanted to make sure! I’d be beside myself if somebody came in and saw you like this.”

“But you wouldn’t mind if they saw you?” You quirked an eyebrow, teasing. Quickly he pulled himself up on the bed, scrambling to correct himself.

“No, no, not at all!! I just meant that…I mean, you’re the Divine Dragon!! I’m a prince, sure, but you’re the Divine Dragon!”

“When it’s just the two of us, though…I’m just Alear.” You reminded him softly, “You’re not going to refer to me by that title all the time, are you? Even when we’re alone?”

Alfred buried his face in his hands. “This is not how I saw our first morning together going.”

You laughed, pulling him into your arms. As if he wasn’t already blushing enough; it was a different situation entirely when wrapped in the open (naked) embrace of his loving wife.

“No? It’s precisely how I saw it going.”

“That’s because you take great joy in messing with me.” He said with a sharp sigh, though there was no malice detectable. He instead relaxed in your embrace, resting his head against your chest.

“I guess I do tease you a little too much, huh?” You mused softly, “Should I go easy on you, today?”

“Maybe not the whole day. I doubt you could hold back that long!” He joked, relaxing in your arms as you laced your fingers into his hair, playing with the soft strands. 

“You’re awfully gracious, Alfred. But I’ll behave myself. If only for today.” You promised to him, and your morning continued in the hazy beams of morning light, the beginning of your new life together starting off just as you both hoped (though with a little more messing around than expected).

------------------------------

Diamant: He is staring at you with a reverent fondness, drinking in every single detail. You, in kind, were privy to this when you first woke, though your eyes had remained closed for a long while.

It was strange to find him so conemplative, but it was clear that the adoration he held in his heart for you was unmatched.

The Pact Ring glimmered on his finger, adorned upon the hand that now held yours, linked together tightly in the soft light of dawn. 

He is practically beaming at you; he is known for having the loudest laugh in the army, but among his closest family and loved ones, he is known for having the most precious of smiles.

The high prince of Brodia is a sight to behold, and one you haven’t been able to tear your eyes off of since the day you met. But ever since your wedding day nearly 24 hours earlier…well, let’s just say there’s nowhere you’d rather be looking.

“What are you thinking, Alear?”

“Me?” Your gaze flickers away from his, just for a moment. But quickly you return, albeit a little more shyly. “I just…nothing.”

“It must be something.” His finger hooks your chin, gently turning your attention fully back to his. “What’s going on in the great dragon’s mind?”

“Really, it’s…it’s nothing. I’m just…I was just thinking about how lucky I really am.”

At this, his eyebrows rose with great interest. “You’re the lucky one?”

“Of course I am…I mean, you’re the one who agreed to marry me.” You remind him, running a finger over the ring that glittered so handsomely on him. 

Diamant shook his head, “If I recall correctly, I believe we proposed to each other. I’m not the only one with a ring on my finger.” 

“Well, yes, but…you’re my husband now. I don’t think anyone else could ever be so lucky to call you their spouse.”

“And I could say the very same about you.” He countered, bringing your hand to his lips. You blushed at his sweet gesture, but it is no more intimate than the two of you lying there, quite bare beneath the thin sheets of the Divine Dragon’s bed. 

“To think we have the rest of our lives together.” You sighed softly, snuggling into his side. Your hand fell to his chest, listening to the comforting thump of his heartbeat. “What are we going to do with ourselves?”

“I’m sure we’ll find plenty of ways to fill our time. Spending mornings like this is certainly an excellent start.”

You smiled up at him, earning a kiss on your forehead.

The morning was a sweet, joyous preview of what was to come. Only happiness awaited you, for the rest of your days.

------------------------------

Kagetsu: He was practically beside himself with glee, the morning after your first night together. He had always deeply valued your friendship, but when it blossomed into something more…oh, it was exquisite. And the fact that you reciprocated his feelings made him feel like the luckiest, happiest man alive.

Kagetsu’s family could not attend your wedding, but you did endeavor to spend your honeymoon with them. The wedding ceremony was lavish and festive, a more than welcome celebration after the hells you’d all gone through during the war against your father.

But now…all was at peace, and you were bonded with your lover for a life of eternal happiness.

The wedding ended late that night, and Kagetsu was glad to escort you from the Somniel to his hometown. Prince Fogado graciously offered the swiftest of Solm’s pegasi, and before long, you and your new husband were arriving at his secluded home.

His family did not know you were both there yet, though. That was by design; you wanted to spend your precious first moments with Kagetsu alone. Just the two of you, for a little while.

The rest of the world would be able to greet you on your debut later. But for that night, and the morning that had followed, it was just yours and Kagetsu’s little world.

A beautiful world that had the handsome swordmaster with his hair down and tousled, spilling all about his face whil he snuggled up to you.

“So…are we going to take the morning off only? Or are we going to take the whole day before we tell anyone we’re here?” You asked your husband, breaking the dreamy silence of the inn.

Kagetsu hummed, feigning deep thought, all while he nuzzled into your chest, wrapping his arms around you. To think your new husband was so clingy; it was utterly adorable.

“Well, at first, I thought it would be best to greet them right away. But now that the morning has come…is it wrong that I wish to spend the day with you all to myself? Just the two of us. Perhaps with the hot spring bath attached to the room…and in the dining room. They have excellent onigiri that you simply must try, here!”

You laughed softly, petting Kagetsu’s fluffy hair as he blurted out his plans as they came. “So I’ll take that as a yes, we are taking the day for ourselves?”

“I think so, yes.” He lifted his head to grin at you, giving you a soft squeeze. “I do not wish to spend my time with anyone else, today. Just the two of us…husband and wife!”

“And hot spring…and onigiri.” You added, making him chuckle. Kagetsu rolled over so that you were lifted on top of him, holding you gently at your rather exposed waist.

“I wish for you to experience my home, while we have this time to ourselves. It is a very special thing, getting to welcome you into my traditions. I hope that you will enjoy them; and if you do, I am excited to see such special moments between the two of us.” 

“My, what a sweet talker.” You shook your head, tapping your fingertips along his chest. You could feel his little heartbeat pick up when he met your sparkling eyes. “Then, shall we get up and start our day? There’s much to be done, it sounds like.”

His grip tightened, pausing the dancing of your fingers. 

“Perhaps…we can wait a little longer. I would like to enjoy the closeness with my sweet wife a little longer.”

“Only a little?”

Kagetsu swallowed thickly, the blush quickly blossoming across his face when your mischievous grin reappeared from the night before. 

“If the lady wishes, I suppose we could take longer than ‘a little’.”

“I do wish it,” You kiss him sweetly, which was all he needed. “I want to thoroughly enjoy you, Kagetsu.”

The romantic morning was the perfect start to the rest of your precious marriage to Kagetsu. Eventually you were able to drag him out of bed, where he could show you the luxurious wonder of the hot spring bath, and the delight that came with the delicious riceballs he was so obsessed with.

His family was thrilled to meet you once you were able to peel Kage away from the inn. His nervousness at introducing you to the family was quickly replaced by how proud he was of his dear, dragon wife.

They were quick to welcome you, and you were even quicker to enjoyhis family and all the new world they had to offer you.

Truly, the two of you could not possibly be happier.

[harkermylee]

Im a sucker for domestic life thinking what would lee be like as a wife? i hope you didnt get this requested already💔

hi anon <3 i haven’t gotten requested this.. i think? BUT EITHER WAY i will be writing cause ugh.. lee as a wife EEK.

she would definitely want to please you in any way she can. i mean she would do anything for you if you simply just asked! she would be on her knees if you told her to. she just wants to make her baby happy <33.

you’re literally the only person on her mind and whenever she’s at work she definitely yaps about you. even if she’s quiet and reserved she’ll find a way to mention HEY!! I HAVE A WIFE!!

wears her ring every day every night, never taking it off once. when she has too she absolutely dreads it and immediately puts it back on when she has the chance. because the idea of being married to you makes her feel all fuzzy and warm inside.

[echantedtoon]

What If: Enmu Edition

DISCLAIMER: THIS WORK IS IN ABSOLUTELY NO WAY CANNON TO DEMON BRIDE AND IS NO WAY AN ENDING. IT IS A WHAT IF IDEA THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE FUN TO WRITE. PLEASE KEEP THAT IN MIND GOING FORWARD.

Warnings: Enmu IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos.

*************************************************

It was a rare day that he was able to get off work. Don't get him wrong. He adored what he did. He adored his trains. He adored watching people get frustrated when they missed their stops or when they missed their train completely and have to wait hours just for the next one to arrive. The misery and frustration on their faces was such a delight to behold. Sigh. It was rare he got a day off but it happened.

However it was even rarer that he was picked up and kidnapped from work.

"You stood me up for three months! At least have lunch with me today!"

"Begonia, I would love nothing more than to spend time with you but I do really have too much work right now."

".. So it's the hard way then." She rolled up her sleeves. "You asked for it. You're spending time with me whether you like it or not!"

*AAH!?"

And that's how he found himself casually thrown over her shoulder and marched past many confused and shocked faces. Swooning, blushing,...and his tail wagging away as his beloved wife carried him away. This always happened when she just threw him over her shoulder and carried him away. Many found her behavior improper for a woman and disgraceful but he wouldn't have her any other way. And he wouldn't have her have him any other way either. 

He sighed snuggling into her warmth. "I swoon every time you carry me away against my will like this.~"

"You gave me no choice, Enmu. I had to take matters into my own hands," you huffed slinging one arm around his legs to keep his securely around your shoulder. "I had enough of your attitude. Work, work, work. Is that all you think about nowadays?!"

He hummed looking down...and smiling wider. "No. Not all thoughts are about work- EEP!?" A pair of sharp claws pinched into his leg as a warning. "B-Begonia, please be gentle with me." A hand was placed on his forehead dramatically. "I'm a fragile and weak man."

You scoffed rolling your purple eyes at his antics. "Weak and fragile my hind leg! I could throw you off a moving train as hard as I can and you'd get up and walk away like it's nothing."

"Would you?~"

"Don't tempt me."

He only chuckled again. "But I am weak and fragile. I'm weak and fragile only for you.~"

You sighed. "Why am I married to you again?"

"Because you asked me and I said yes.~"

Oh right. You forgot about that. The way he cutely swooned and nearly fainted when you asked him to marry you. It took forever to get a straight answer out of him most of the time so you were the one who asked directly and FINALLY he gave you the straight answer of yes...After swooning, giggling, and almost fainting for nearly half an hour. It was cute to watch him become so flustered though. 

You sighed again before stopping. "I did do that."

He attempted to look over the shoulder he was thrown over to look at you. "Hmm. Do you regret it?~"

"No. I don't regret it."

"EEK?!"

HE yelped out as you shuffled him around before leaning down to place him back on his own two feet and leaned back up. "But I do wish you'd take this relationship more seriously. Sometimes it feels like you don't take me or this relationship seriously at all."

He hummed again blinking at you before tilting his head with a smile. "Of course I take this seriously."

Your brow rose again. "You do?"

He nodded. "Yes. It's just cute seeing you so frustrated at me ~"

.....You narrowed your eyes.

And that's why he was dragged around for the rest of the day tied up by Rui's spider webs.