#and i should enjoy my knees while i have them i guess lol

[thetangibleghost]

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[claramelooo]

YeY, my readers! Another chapter to brighten up your lonely nights.

I'm thinking about posting a chapter every day while I'm on vacation, but don't hunt me down if I'm late with a chapter LOL

Enjoy it! <3

MINORS DO NOT MUST INTERACT

Warning: +18, NSFW

Paring: Mommy Wanda x Brat Fem reader

Summary: Your relationship with Wanda deepens more and more after the kiss.

Read here: Prologue | Part 1 - Predator | Part 2 - The Prey | Part 3 - On your Knees | Part 4 - The Spider

VELVET CHAINS

The Lamb

Mornings began to take on a new rhythm. Your phone buzzed with punctual messages, always at the same time, as the sunlight painted the sky a soft orange.

"Good morning, my darling. I hope you slept well. I'm thinking of you."

You read the message with your heart pounding as if it were the very first time. Each word brought an involuntary smile to your lips, and your response was swift: a shy emoji, a short phrase. Wanda always replied quickly, her tone steady and composed, subtly steering the conversation with a calm confidence that was nearly impossible to disrupt.

The days passed like a carefully choreographed dance. In the library, stolen moments were brief enough to go unnoticed by others yet intense enough to set your body ablaze and your heart racing.

You were arranging books in the history section when you sensed her presence before even seeing her. That familiar, subtle perfume—already uniquely tied to Wanda in your mind—reached you before her voice.

"Need help with that?"

Her tone was casual, but when you turned around, her eyes gleamed with something deeper. Without waiting for your reply, she stepped closer, taking one of the books from your hands. Her fingers brushed against yours, and for a fleeting moment, time seemed to stop.

"Sure," you replied nervously, feeling your face heat under her intense gaze.

She was so close that her body heat seemed to wrap around you like an invisible blanket. As she examined the book she’d taken from you, her head tilted slightly, almost absentmindedly. You couldn't help but notice how every movement she made seemed deliberate, as though even the act of flipping through pages carried an unspoken intent.

"History section, huh?" she commented with a small smile, her fingers lightly grazing the pages. "I've always found it fascinating how some things never change, no matter how much time passes."

You swallowed hard. "Well… I guess some stories are timeless."

"I agree," she said, lifting her gaze to meet yours. "Like us."

Your mouth opened, but no words came out. It was incredible how easily she left you speechless with a simple comment. Before you could recover, Wanda leaned slightly, placing the book back on the shelf. The gesture seemed casual, but her proximity sent your heart into overdrive.

"You know," she said with playful mischief, "there’s a library rule against inappropriate behavior."

"I… didn’t know that," you stammered, trying to ignore the fact that her body was almost touching yours.

"Oh, there is," she confirmed, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned closer. "Something about not kissing anyone between the shelves."

You blinked, startled. "I don’t think that’s in the rules…"

"It should be," she murmured, her voice low and husky, "because it makes me want to break them."

Before you could react, she stepped back with a triumphant smile, holding another book she seemed to have chosen at random. "I’ll take this one," she said, as if the charged tension between you didn’t exist.

Then, just as she was about to walk away completely, Wanda leaned in again, this time whispering near your ear, "That short skirt of yours is driving me crazy."

You froze, heat flooding your body as she walked away, her soft laughter echoing between the shelves. Her words lingered in your mind, your body reacting even before you could fully process them. A shiver ran down your spine, and your skin seemed to burn under the weight of her suggestion.

When you finally managed to turn to look at her, she was already a few steps away, pretending to peruse another book. But the sly smile on her lips gave away her true intentions.

"Wanda…" you called softly, your voice shakier than you intended.

She turned slowly, her eyes alight as though savoring every second of your reaction. "Yes, darling?"

You swallowed hard, searching for something to say, but the words escaped you. All you could think about was the way she looked at you, as if you were the only thing that mattered in the world at that moment.

"You’re teasing me," you finally managed, trying to sound firm, though your voice trembled slightly.

Wanda took a step closer, then another, until she was so near you could feel the heat radiating off her. "Teasing?" she repeated, a smirk tugging at her lips. "You think I’m teasing?"

Your breath hitched as she raised a hand, her fingertips tracing a light line along your arm. The touch was almost imperceptible, yet it felt like fire against your skin.

"Because if I am teasing," she continued, tilting her head, "you wouldn’t be reacting like this."

"I’m not reacting," you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, though it betrayed the lie.

Wanda laughed softly, a low sound that reverberated through you, as if she could see right through your fragile facade. Taking another step closer, she closed the already small distance between you until her warmth was nearly suffocating.

"Not reacting?" she questioned, her tone dripping with disbelief as she arched an eyebrow. "Then why are your cheeks burning?"

Your lips parted to respond, but no sound came out. Her proximity, her voice, and the intensity of her gaze left you completely disarmed. When you tried to step back, Wanda moved with you, maintaining the impossibly close distance.

"Y/n," she whispered, her voice low and rough as her fingers traveled up your arm, stopping at the curve of your neck. "Do you really think you can hide this from me?"

Your eyes locked with hers, and the weight of her gaze seemed to pierce straight through you. It was overwhelming, like she could see every thought and emotion you were trying to bury.

"I… I don’t know what you’re talking about," you managed to say, but your voice shook, and Wanda’s eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and desire.

"Don’t you?" she replied, leaning closer, her breath warm against your skin. "Then why are your lips trembling when I’m this close?"

Her fingers trailed along your jawline until she gently tilted your chin, forcing you to meet her gaze.

"Why don’t you tell me what you’re really feeling, hmm?"

You swallowed hard, your throat tightening under the intensity of the moment. "Wanda, I…"

"Come on, sweetheart," she interrupted, her eyes darkening as she tilted her head, her lips hovering mere millimeters from yours. "I’m waiting."

The silence between you was electric, the air so thick it was hard to breathe. And then,almost instinctively, you closed your eyes, surrendering completely to the moment."I… I’m nervous."

Her lips twitched into a predatory smile—a wolf savoring its prey.

Hearing your confession, Wanda finally closed the gap, her lips capturing yours with an almost calculated precision yet brimming with fervor. The kiss demanded a response, coaxing you to cast aside any hesitation or fear.

You clung to her, your hands gripping her arms like lifelines, and Wanda pulled you closer, her fingers tangling in your hair, holding you in a possessive grip.

When she pulled back, her eyes gleamed, and her victorious smile left you breathless.

"That’s all I needed," Wanda murmured, her voice soft as her fingers trailed through your hair. "Just a little honesty."

“Wanda…” you whispered to yourself, finally letting out the breath you hadn’t even realized you were holding. The sound of footsteps in the distance made the two of you step apart. She smiled, that lazy, secretive smile, as she adjusted her hair like nothing had happened. Yet, before you could even try to collect yourself, you heard her voice from the next section:

“Oh, and darling? Bring me a coffee. I like mine strong, no sugar, and hot. Just like you.” She winked at you, teasing.

With your face completely red, you tried to focus on organizing the books, but you knew her smile would be the last thing you’d be able to forget that day.

“I’ll be back later,” she said in a nonchalant tone, leaving you there with trembling legs and a racing heart.

At night, the pattern repeated. As you climbed the stairs to your room after a family dinner, you checked your phone, and there she was again, as if she were everywhere all at once.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I wish you were here with me right now.”

And then came the calls, always after your study sessions—long calls filled with comfortable silences, soft laughter, and conversations that seemed simple but always carried an undertone. You felt, somehow, that Wanda was shaping you, pulling you deeper into her world.

Wanda, on the other hand, felt alive again. The world, once so predictable, had gained color once more. Every shy smile of yours, every hesitant response, was like a spark reigniting something she hadn’t realized had gone out.

The control she held over you was like a masterpiece she sculpted with patience and care. But beneath her obsession, there was something deeper: a silent fear that you might slip away.

Still, she never let it show. The next day, the ritual began again, and you, without even realizing it, surrendered more and more to the web Wanda wove around you.

Wanda sat at the dinner table, twirling a wine glass in her hand with a distracted air. Vision moved through the room with calculated steps, his presence always meticulous, always restrained. But tonight, there was something different. The tension in the air was almost tangible.

“You’ve been… distant,” he began, stopping beside the table. His voice was calm but carried a concern that didn’t feel genuine.

“Distant?” Wanda repeated, not lifting her gaze from the glass. A light, almost ironic smile played on her lips. “I’d say busy.”

Vision sighed, pulling out a chair to sit down. He placed his hands on the table, fingers interlaced. “Busy, then? With what, exactly? It doesn’t seem to be with the family.”

His tone was accusatory, but Wanda didn’t flinch. She lifted her gaze, finally meeting his eyes. Hers were calm, cold. “With what I’ve always been: trying to keep everything running. Someone has to do it, since you’re always off on your ‘business trips.’”

“Oh, so that’s it?” Vision asked, leaning slightly forward. “This is about me? About my trips? Wanda, you knew from the beginning that my work was part of who I am.”

“Just as my life is part of who I am,” she countered, her voice gaining a firmness that made him hesitate. “And yet, you expect me to mold myself to your world, to fit into it without question. But maybe I’ve started questioning.”

Vision blinked, confused, trying to grasp what she meant. “Wanda, that’s not fair. We built this together.”

“Built?” She laughed, but there was no humor in her laugh. “Vision, we followed a script. One you wrote, but never bothered to ask if I wanted to act in it.”

The silence between them was deafening until Vision, weary, shook his head. “What do you want, Wanda? What’s the solution to this?”

She didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she let her gaze wander around the room. The walls, the furniture, the carefully organized life they had built together. A life that, not long ago, had seemed enough.

But now...

Her thoughts drifted to you. To the warmth of your shy smile, to the way your eyes lit up when she said something that touched you. Thinking of you was like breathing fresh air after years of suffocation.

The weight on Wanda’s shoulders eased instantly. As if all the problems with Vision, all the arguments, were nothing but distant noise.

“I don’t know what I want,” she finally replied, standing from the table and picking up her wine glass. “But I know I won’t find the answer here.”

She left the room without looking back, leaving Vision alone, lost in his thoughts. Climbing the stairs, Wanda felt lighter. The world seemed less oppressive when she thought of you.

[...]

Another Sunday, another sermon. The day dragged on at a pace Wanda found nearly cruel. The pastor spoke enthusiastically about patience as a virtue, though ironically, he seemed to lack any urgency in concluding his message. She sat on the pew with her arms crossed, trying not to sigh audibly.

Her sharp eyes scanned the congregation, searching for anything to distract her restless mind. But there was nothing beyond familiar faces, whispered conversations, and children failing to stay still.

Same as always, she thought, as boredom settled in with a vengeance.

But then, as the sermon finally drew to a close, Wanda caught something intriguing. Two rows ahead, her mother was speaking with Dotty. Their voices were low, almost conspiratorial, but Wanda had a near-supernatural ability to pick up details when she wanted to.

A fragment of conversation snagged her attention.

"I just don’t know if we can trust leaving her alone. She’s so... restless at times," her mother’s soft, worried voice floated over, accompanied by polite smiles exchanged with Dotty.

"Wouldn’t it be a good idea to take her with you?" Dotty suggested, leaning in slightly.

"Oh no, that would ruin the mood of the trip. We need some time for ourselves," her mother replied, sounding embarrassed. "But I also can’t leave Y/n completely unsupervised. She needs someone responsible, someone who understands her... challenges."

Wanda nearly laughed aloud at that. Challenges? It was an almost endearing understatement.

Curiosity piqued, she rose discreetly, adjusting the tight dress that hugged her silhouette perfectly. Her steps were light, almost inaudible, as she approached the two women. Once close enough to be noticed, she smiled politely, her expression more friendly than genuine.

“Hello, ladies! What do you talk about?” Wanda delivered her most dazzling and irresistible smile to the pair.

Both Dotty and your mother turned simultaneously, visibly startled by the sudden interruption. But Wanda knew how to disarm any reaction with her magnetic presence and impeccably practiced smile.

“Wanda! What a surprise to see you wandering over to this side,” her mother responded, clearly grateful for the unexpected distraction. “We were discussing the trip my husband and I are planning.”

“Oh, a trip,” Wanda said, her eyes lighting up with apparent curiosity. “Where to?” She infused her voice with interest that sounded fake to her but seemed to escape her mother’s notice.

“A second honeymoon in Santorini,” her mother replied with a hint of pride, while Dotty murmured something impressed.

“How romantic,” Wanda murmured, tilting her head slightly. “But you seem tense, dear. What’s the matter?”

Your mother sighed, adjusting her pearl necklace in a nervous gesture. “My concern has a name and a rebellious streak, as you know… Young people these days,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes before continuing. “I don’t want to leave Y/n alone, you know how she is... independent, yet still so young.”

Wanda’s brow furrowed, a slight crease of concern appearing on her face. She sat down beside the two women, as if genuinely interested. “Y/n is truly a special young lady. And you’re right; leaving someone so sweet and full of life alone could be risky. There are so many dangers...”

“Exactly!” your mother exclaimed, seemingly comforted by Wanda’s empathy.

“Well,” Wanda continued smoothly, “if you need someone to look after her while you’re away, I’d be happy to help. I already spend a lot of time with her at the library and have developed quite a... fondness for her.”

Dotty narrowed her eyes briefly, but her expression quickly returned to neutral. Your mother, on the other hand, lit up with immediate relief.

“Would you really do that? Oh, Wanda, that would be a godsend. I’ve been so worried.”

“Of course,” Wanda responded, placing a reassuring hand on her mother’s shoulder. “It would be my pleasure. Besides, Y/n and I get along very well. I’m sure she’ll feel comfortable with me.”

“Perfect then,” your mother said, visibly lighter. “I’ll confirm the travel details and let Y/n know tonight. You’re an angel, Wanda.”

Dotty, however, observed in silence, her faint smile not quite reaching her eyes. “You’re very kind, Wanda,” she remarked, her voice carrying something that might have been admiration or suspicion.

Wanda simply smiled, not letting her perfect mask slip. “I enjoy helping where I can.”

As she walked away, Wanda felt a wave of satisfaction swell inside her. The thought of having you under her roof, within the comfort of her home, made something tighten in her chest in a way that was almost painfully sweet.

“My little one,” she thought, nearly laughing at the irony. “They have no idea how much you’re already mine.”

The day had finally arrived. The morning seemed brighter than usual, sunlight flooding the living room as your parents finalized preparations for their trip. Your mother was radiant, dressed in an elegant outfit with a smile as bright as the sky outside. Your father, more reserved, was still double-checking the documents and tickets with his usual seriousness.

You were sitting on the couch, hugging a pillow, trying to mask the unease you felt. It wasn’t their trip that bothered you but the idea of spending so much time under Wanda’s watchful eyes.

“Sweetheart, come here,” your mother called, breaking through your thoughts. You got up slowly and walked over to her. She held your hands, squeezing them affectionately. “I know it feels strange to leave you here, but I promise it’ll be quick. And Wanda is wonderful; you’ll be in good hands.”

“Yes, Mom,” you replied, trying to sound more confident than you actually felt.

Your father approached, putting an arm around your shoulders. “Be a good girl and don’t give us any reason to worry, okay?”

Before you could respond, the sound of the doorbell echoed through the house. It was her.

Your mother opened the door with an enthusiasm that seemed slightly forced, though you knew she truly trusted Wanda. And there she was: impeccable as always, dressed in neutral tones but exuding a natural sophistication that was magnetic.

“Wanda! So good to see you,” your mother exclaimed, giving the woman a brief hug.

“Good morning,” Wanda replied with a warm smile, her eyes discreetly flicking to you for a fraction of a second before returning to your parents. “I hope you’re excited about your trip.”

“Oh, very,” your mother said, pulling Wanda inside. “And you’re sure it’s no trouble to take care of her?”

“Not at all,” Wanda said quickly, casting a glance your way that made your stomach tighten. “It’ll be a pleasure. Y/n is a lovely young woman, and we’ve already spent quite some time together at the library. It’ll be wonderful to have more time with her.”

Your mother smiled, satisfied with the answer. After a few more hurried goodbyes, your parents finally left, promising to call as soon as they landed.

The door closed, and suddenly, the house was silent—a silence that seemed to hang heavy in the air. You and Wanda stood still for a moment, her eyes fixed on yours in a way that made your skin tingle.

“So,” she began, breaking the silence, her voice soft but carrying something you couldn’t quite decipher. “Just the two of us now.”

There was a calm certainty in her words, one that made you feel any resistance would be futile. She smiled, picking up your small suitcase and setting it aside.

“Where should we begin?” she asked, her gaze almost predatory as it locked onto you.

Your blood rushed to your cheeks, and you offered her a shy smile. “Hi…” you whispered.

Wanda bit the corner of her lip and strode toward you, her hands finding your waist. “Hi, little one…” she purred into your ear, making you gasp. “I missed you.”

Wanda pulled you into a firm yet gentle embrace, enveloping you completely. Her arms around your waist felt both protective and possessive, and you couldn’t help the slight shiver that ran down your spine. Her scent—a mix of expensive perfume and something inherently her—surrounded you, and you almost closed your eyes, as if you could lose yourself in that moment.

“I’ve been thinking about you,” Wanda murmured, her voice low and melodic, as if it were a secret shared only between the two of you. “How did you manage so well without me around?”

Your voice faltered for a second before you managed to respond, a slight tremor in your words. “I… don’t know. But I’m glad you’re here now.”

She pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, her fingers reaching up to brush aside a strand of hair that had fallen onto your forehead. The touch was soft but deliberate, and you felt your face heat even more under her intense gaze.

“You’re so sweet,” Wanda said with a smile that seemed maternal but carried something more, something that made your pulse quicken. “And so obedient… I bet you did well.”

You lowered your eyes, feeling both embarrassed and strangely pleased by her words. It felt so comforting, her treating you this way… maternal? Wanda tilted her head, studying you as if reading every thought.

“It’s okay, Dekta. You can relax with me,” she said gently, her fingers now lightly caressing your cheek. “Let me take care of you, okay? You don’t have to worry about anything now.”

You nodded, your submission clear and genuine in the gesture. Wanda seemed pleased, her lips curling into a satisfied smile. Your posture was stiff, almost awkward—as if you weren’t used to this kind of comforting presence.

Wanda noticed your hesitation, the way your shoulders remained tense as if you still weren’t sure whether to relax or keep your defenses up. She didn’t rush anything; instead, her movements were calculated, gentle, as if handling something fragile and precious.

“Shhh, sweetheart,” she whispered, taking your hand and guiding you onto her lap. “Sit here.”

You obeyed without thinking, settling onto her lap with your hands nervously resting on your knees. Wanda didn’t speak for a moment, simply letting her presence envelop you, her calmness radiating until it began to seep into you.

When she placed a hand at the curve of your neck, the weight seemed to dissolve all the tension you’d been holding. She slid it gently down your back, drawing lazy, soothing circles that sent waves of warmth across your skin. You closed your eyes reflexively, feeling strangely safe, as if there was no danger in the world while you were there under her touch.

“There,” Wanda murmured, more to herself than to you. “Let it all go. Everything holding you back, everything weighing on you… you don’t have to carry any of it now. Not while you’re with me.”

She pulled you closer, making you rest your face against her chest. You felt it rise and fall with her steady, deep breaths. She began to hum softly, and the vibration in her chest lulled you further into relaxation.

Your eyelids grew heavier, and heavier, and heavier. Until the last thing you heard was a barely audible whisper.

“Mommy will make it all go away…”

Wanda felt you completely relax in her arms, the weight of your body now light and surrendered. It was a unique, almost intoxicating sensation to realize how much you trusted her, how willing you were to let go. She knew this went far beyond the physical. It was something emotional, visceral.

She observed you for a moment, your long lashes resting on your cheeks as your breathing slowed, rhythmic and calm. Every small movement of yours seemed so innocent, so vulnerable, that Wanda felt a surge of emotions she hadn't realized she was capable of experiencing. A mix of tenderness, possessiveness, and something burning deep within her: the need to care for you, to protect you... to have you entirely for herself.

She ran her fingers through your hair, gently combing it as she murmured soothing words, almost inaudible. "Good girl… so sweet, so mine…"

Each word was a quiet reminder to herself, an affirmation of the bond she was building between you. Wanda felt a maternal warmth growing in her chest, something she hadn’t felt since her own children. But this was different, deeper. With you, she didn’t just want to protect; she wanted to mold. To guide you until you completely depended on her.

She tilted her head, her lips brushing your forehead in a soft kiss. A sigh escaped her lips as she allowed herself to sink into the moment, into this role that felt so natural to her. You were perfect like this, Wanda thought. Fragile, delicate, needy.

“My little girl,” she murmured again, with a small, satisfied smile.

And there was something more—a feeling of quiet power. She knew you needed her, that you trusted her in a way no one else could. And it fed something dark and secret within her, a desire to keep you exactly like this: dependent, submissive, hers.

Wanda watched as you slept, your features soft and relaxed. She didn’t want to move, didn’t want to disrupt the moment. But at the same time, a part of her was already planning what would come next.

She wasn’t in a hurry. You had all the time in the world, and Wanda was willing to make it last. To mold you little by little, to tear down any remaining barriers, until you no longer remembered who you were without her.

“I’ll take care of you, Dekta,” she whispered, more to herself than to you. “Forever.”

[...]

You wake up with a start, as if everything has been a dream. However, you find yourself in your room, covered with soft blankets that do not seem like your own. You feel light, in such an intense state of relaxation that it leaves you lethargic.

Descending your stairs, you find two packed suitcases leaning against the door. Reaching the kitchen, you see Wanda taking something out of the oven and upon seeing you, she offers you a brilliant smile.

“Look who’s awake…”

You blink, still drowsy, trying to process the scene in front of you. Wanda is there, impeccable as always, with an apron tied around her slim waist, her hair perfectly arranged, her face illuminated by that smile that seems both welcoming and… dangerous.

“Did you sleep well, Dekta?” she asks, her soft voice laden with a warmth that makes you blush instantly.

You murmur something inaudible, feeling a bit awkward under her penetrating gaze. Wanda places the dish on the counter and approaches slowly, like a predator observing its prey.

“You looked so calm,” she says, her eyes scanning your face, every reaction being silently noted. “I made sure you needed this rest.”

“I… thank you,” you murmur, swallowing hard as she continues to approach.

“No need to thank me, dear,” Wanda replies, now close enough for you to feel the warmth of her body. “I said I’d take care of you, didn’t I?”

You nod, your throat dry, unable to find words. The way she looks at you, like she can see right into your soul, is both disarming and captivating.

“Come,” Wanda says, extending her hand to you. “Sit down. I made something special.”

You hesitate for a moment before accepting her hand. Her warm fingers wrap around yours, and the touch is enough to make your heart race. She guides you to the table, where plates are elegantly arranged with a breakfast that looks like it came from a culinary magazine.

Wanda pulls a chair out for you, her eyes never leaving yours as you sit down. She leans slightly, adjusting the blanket still draped over your shoulders, and whispers: “Are you comfortable, my little girl?”

You can only nod, feeling your cheeks burn. There is something about the way she says these words, the way she takes care of you, that makes your head spin.

As you eat, Wanda sits across from you, watching with a calm yet unyielding intensity. Each time you look up at her, you feel a warmth rising up your spine.

“You seem nervous,” she comments with a subtle smile, tilting her head. “Is everything alright, Dekta?”

“I just…” you hesitate, your fingers playing with the fork. “I’m not used to… this.”

“To what?” she asks, her voice low and inviting, her eyes fixed on yours.

“To someone taking care of me like this,” you admit, your voice a bit shaky.

Wanda smiles, this time with a depth to her expression. “Then it’s time for you to get used to it.”

The silence that follows is heavy, filled with a tension you don’t know how to dissipate. Wanda reaches out again, this time holding your hand across the table, her fingers tracing soft circles on your skin.

“You know you can trust me, don’t you?” she asks, her voice almost a whisper.

You nod slowly, your eyes locked with hers.

“Then show me,” Wanda continues, her eyes darkening slightly. “Show me that you trust me, Dekta.”

Your heart races. You know what she is insinuating, you know what she is expecting. But taking the initiative seems as frightening as it is necessary.

You take a deep breath, trying to gather your courage, and slowly lean over the table. Wanda’s gaze never wavers, encouraging you, pulling you closer.

And then, finally, your lips meet hers in a hesitant but emotion-filled kiss. Wanda responds immediately, but with delicate control, guiding you as if she knows exactly how to make you comfortable.

When you pull away, breathless, Wanda’s eyes shine with a mix of satisfaction and something more, something that makes your legs tremble.

“Such a brave little girl…” she whispers, her voice as sweet as it is possessive.

You exhale.

“I’m not a baby.” You say, forcing your pride.

Wanda clicks her tongue and murmurs something under her breath.

“Oh, yes… You’re a big girl, aren’t you?”

But what is this? You’re a girl! And a big one! Why is she talking to you like you’re some stupid child? And why is it sending waves of heat to your core?

Wanda forces you to look at her and meet her intense, wild—and cruel—eyes. You stay like this for a moment, until your body starts to tingle under the effect of her presence.

“Are you okay, sweetheart? You’re squirming all over…” she blows into your ear, making you let out a small moan. “Do you feel strange, my sweet?” you try to escape her, averting your gaze, but Wanda seems determined to see you embarrassed and small in front of her.

You nod your head, trying to stammer a response while being caught up in her.

“Uh, I know, dear. I know…” the older woman murmurs. “But I want you to use your big girl words and tell me where it feels strange.” her voice seems to grow, almost as if she’s holding back.

“I…” You rub your legs together, trying to alleviate the growing burn in your core.

“I know it's hard, isn't it, sweetheart?” You nod vehemently. She’s so close it’s making you lose your senses. “But you’re a smart girl, aren't you? I know you can. Use your words for me, come on, Y/n.”

Breathing deeply, trembling, looking at her, her lips so close to yours you could lean in and capture them. A trembling hand resting against your core.

“Here.”

“Ah, your tummy? Your tummy feels strange?” she places her hand over the spot and starts massaging it, making you automatically let out a moan at the feel of her warm palm.

So close to where you need it most, but so far…

“Eyes open for me, baby.” at the woman’s command, you realize you were so relaxed you had closed your eyes, and upon opening them, you see her most radiant smile.

“Good girl! There you are!” Wanda purrs, making your eyes roll back at the feel of her breath in your ear.

You smiled shyly, loving the taste of her words.

“Do you want anything else, dear?”

You shake your head, feeling your hair mess up with the movement.

“No? It doesn’t feel slimy anywhere else?” the wrinkle in her forehead showed she wasn’t happy.

Her hand, which previously held your cheek gently, now holds your chin, her fingers pinching your cheeks, making a painful pout. Not too harsh in itself, but firm enough to remind you who’s in charge.

"It's not polite for little girls to lie," her tone is severe in a way that makes you feel like you're being chastised.

You whimper at the thought that she might be mad at you.

"I'm sorry, Wanda..." your words come out a bit muffled by the way she’s pinching your cheeks.

Her expression softens and she lowers her face to the crook of your neck, hugging you against her as she places a kiss against your nape.

"I know, dear, it’s okay." she says, rubbing firm circles on your back. "Perhaps I should just check then, hmm?"

Your eyes widen in shock but she just smiles, seeming delighted, as if she didn’t just The smile that formed on Wanda's face was not the same as before. It was deeper, more laden, as if she had just claimed something she always knew was hers.

“I…”

"Big girls know where they feel everything. I thought you were a big girl, Y/n." she arches an eyebrow, provocative.

"I am!" You shout, frustrated.

"Then prove it." Her voice is dark and husky, making the pulse between your legs increase tenfold.

No one has ever touched you down there, thinking about it always made you so nervous. Wanda seems to know this—however, your inexperience seems to please the woman.

With trembling hands, you take her hand—perfectly manicured with red nails, dragging it down below the navel, resting it on top of your panties.

“Oh, sweetheart…” her voice comes out trembling. Wanda presses her fingers to you, making your hips jerk and a high-pitched and needy moan escape. “You’re so beautiful…” she murmurs as if it’s the simplest and most obvious thing in the world.

“It… hurts.” whining, you try to move your hips toward her again, offering yourself.

“Do you want Wanda to make it go away?” hearing the woman refer to herself in the third person is strange, you frown, but you nod. “Words.”

“Yes.”

The woman stops all of her stimuli suddenly, making you protest.

“Yes, what?” she prompts something you don’t understand, so she starts moving her hand up to your neck—squeezing, squeezing and squeezing.

“Yes, Wanda…?” the sentence comes out muffled with a hint of insecurity.

Wanda huffs, leaving you confused. What does she want?

She loosens her grip and backs away a bit.

“How about this?” her hands squeeze your hips and rub against the bottom of your stomach, as she makes you straddle her; pulling your body against hers in a way that creates exhilarating pressure on your pleasure point.

A dragging and needy moan escapes your throat.

"Oh, is that good?" Wanda laughs, as you nod weakly.

The dress you wear starts to bunch up around your waist. Wanda's gaze is lost, as if she’s thinking about many things at the same time.

"You’d look lovely in my clothes, kitten." she moans.

Wanda slides her fingers inside your pussy, not deep enough to break your hymen, but to explore.

“Are you getting close, dear?” without thinking, you nod.

She extends one hand to toy with your hard nipples.

"My beautiful girl..." she moans.

Wanda pulls you harder against her. Your sex is so wet, the lewd and sticky sound is audible, while she beams brightly at you.

"Do you hear that? Hear the mess you’re making on my hand?" She taunts, her fingers moving in slow circles, pushing you to the edge.

“I’m going to cum!” you whimper to her with glassy eyes.

“Are you going to make a huge mess on Mommy’s lap?” she was as desperate as you were—dark and wild eyes.

The woman grips your hips even tighter, pressing you against her even faster.

“It’s okay, little girl. I’m here for you!” exploding against her a few seconds later, you let out a loud, high-pitched, irregular cry of pleasure.

Babbling helplessly, fixing your eyes on the sea green of hers, you let her guide you.

“There she is! There’s my pretty girl…” she says, sniffing your skin.

You’ve never felt like this.

Not sure if it was the peak of edging, the constant arousal, or Wanda’s extremely sexy and dominant overall presence. But that orgasm was the most incredible thing you’ve ever experienced.

Wanda pulls you close to her, kissing the top of your head, soothing you, giving you all the time you need to return to yourself. Whispering quiet words of reassurance, and gently caressing your pussy, inducing your aftershock tremors post-orgasm.

“Thank you…”

She laughs softly, combing your hair back from your damp forehead with her fingers. She gives you a kiss, smiling as she sees you trying to caress her shakily.

You cuddle against Wanda, her scent enveloping you like a blanket that warms and calms. Her breathing is steady, a tranquil beat in contrast to the internal turmoil you feel. Your mind is a whirlwind, trying to process everything that happened, but your body seems to have other ideas, sinking deeper into that moment of comfort and surrender.

“Why…” you begin, your voice sounding fragile, hesitant. “Why do I feel like this around you?”

Wanda tilts her head, her green eyes glowing with something you can’t completely decipher. There’s a trace of tenderness, but also something deeper, something that seems almost possessive.

“Like what?” she asks softly, her fingers still stroking your hair.

“Relaxed…” you confess, swallowing hard as you try to find the right words. “As if… as if nothing else matters. As if I can just… let go of everything.”

She smiles, a small smile but full of meaning. “Because you trust me,” she says, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “And because I make you feel safe, don’t I, my sweet little girl?”

You blush, her words hitting something deep inside you. It’s true. There’s something about Wanda — the way she looks at you, touches you, guides you — that makes all your barriers fall, as if you can finally be yourself without fear of judgment or rejection. But that leaves you vulnerable, and that vulnerability scares you as much as it comforts you.

“It’s… strange,” you admit, lowering your gaze. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

“There’s nothing strange about it,” Wanda responds, her voice firm but gentle. “You’ve never had someone take care of you like this before, have you?”

You shake your head slowly, feeling tears threatening to form. She’s right. All your life, you’ve built walls around yourself, keeping others at a distance, believing that independence was your only option. But with Wanda, those walls no longer seem necessary.

She leans in and kisses your forehead, a gesture so gentle it makes your heart ache. “You don’t need to worry, darling. I’ll take care of you. Always.”

Her words resonate within you, like a promise that seems impossible to break. You look at her, your eyes meeting, and for the first time you feel like you can truly believe it.

“Come on,” Wanda says after a moment, stroking your cheek. “I made a strawberry pie, and I want you to try it while it’s still fresh.”

She helps you up, guiding you to the kitchen as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And somehow, in her presence, everything really does feel easier, lighter. As though, for the first time, you’re not alone in the world.

Wanda is seated across from you, with a generous slice of strawberry pie balanced on a pristine plate. Her eyes sparkle with joy, and you notice a mischievous smile forming on her lips.

“Now, open up, little girl,” she says, holding a spoonful of the pie right in front of you.

You blink, blushing immediately. “I can feed myself, you know?”

“Oh, I know,” Wanda replies, her voice sweet but with a clear tone of amusement. “But where’s the fun in that? Come on, don’t be shy.”

You hesitate, feeling the blush rise even more in your cheeks. But before you can protest again, Wanda tilts the spoon towards your mouth. “Be a good girl,” she murmurs, her eyes playing with an unmistakable gleam.

Sighing, you give in and open your mouth, allowing her to place the spoon inside. The sweetness of the pie explodes on your tongue, and you can’t help but let out a small moan of approval.

“See? I knew you would like it,” Wanda says with a broad smile, but soon the smile turns into a genuine, warm laugh that reverberates through the kitchen.

Hearing that laugh made your heart tighten. It was contagious, and you ended up smiling as well, even as you tried to wipe the corner of your mouth with your hand.

“Okay, your turn,” you said, grabbing her spoon, but before you could reach her, Wanda gently held your wrist.

“Oh, no, dear,” she said, leaning forward. “I said I’m feeding you today. Relax and let me take care of that.”

She dipped the spoon back into the pie and, before you could protest again, was already offering you another spoonful. You shook your head in an exasperated gesture, but obeyed, feeling ridiculously embarrassed and, at the same time, warmed inside.

“I look like a child,” you muttered after swallowing.

“A lovely, sweet, and stubborn child,” Wanda teased, laughing again. “And it pleases me much more than it should. Now, open up again.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed along with her, the tension that always seemed to hover between you momentarily forgotten. For a moment, it was like the world was simple, made only of laughter, strawberry pie, and the strange feeling of being exactly where you should be.

The kitchen was full of relaxed laughter as you and Wanda shared the dessert. The strawberry pie was delicious, but the real sweetness was in the interaction between you two. Wanda, always with that air of control and fun, kept feeding you, insisting on larger spoonfuls despite your protests.

“I swear I’m full!” you said, gently pushing her hand away while laughing. “If I eat more, I will explode like a balloon!”

“Explode? Nonsense,” Wanda replied with a mischievous smile. “You still have space. I’ve barely started.”

“You are impossible,” you muttered, still laughing as you tried to dodge another spoonful. “And if I really explode? Then it will be your fault.”

“If that happens, I will clean up the mess,” Wanda replied casually, but the predatory look suggested something more.

You laughed again, but then Wanda straightened up, looking at the empty plate. She seemed to change her tone suddenly, adopting a more serious air. “Okay, enough pie. Time for you to drink a glass of water and maybe rest some more.

"I want to watch a movie now." You request, with puppy dog eyes. “Not now, dear. Maybe if you behave until evening, I’ll let you choose.” Wanda smiled, getting up, placing the dishes in the sink.

You raised an eyebrow, surprised by the authoritative tone. “Oh, no, mommy, please!” you said playfully, making a face and stretching your arms dramatically.

The air in the kitchen changed. The earlier lightness was replaced by something denser. Wanda’s eyes darkened, the smile disappearing as she tilted her head slightly as if studying you.

“Say it again,” she demanded, her voice low and laden.

The blush rose instantly on your face. “I was just joking, Wanda,” you began, but the intensity of her gaze made your voice falter.

“Say. It. Again.” She repeated, moving slightly closer, the tone firm but not aggressive. It was a command, not a request.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing. There was something in her eyes, a mix of authority and desire that made you dizzy. With a mixture of shyness and hesitation, you murmured: “Mommy…”

The smile that formed on Wanda's face was not the same as before. It was deeper, more laden, as if she had just claimed something she always knew was hers.

"Good girl," she said softly, leaning in to caress your cheek. "Come. Let's pick your movie now." She takes your hands, pulling you both onto the couch—making your eyes shine as you realize the power of that single little word.

During the chosen movie—Disney's Tangled—Wanda's mind began to work. Hearing you say "Mommy," the woman felt something she hadn't expected: a wave of warmth, a sense of completeness that seemed to touch every part of her being. It was as if a piece of the puzzle she didn't even know was missing had perfectly fallen into place. For a brief moment, she paused, as if time had frozen, absorbing the moment with an intensity that nearly took her breath away.

The word echoed in her mind on a loop, like a melody composed exclusively for her. It wasn't just the sound, but what lay behind it: the surrender, the trust, the recognition. A mix of possessiveness and tenderness flooded her. It was more than desire, more than control—it was something primal, a protective instinct that made her chest swell with pride and satisfaction.

Her fingers stroked your cheek almost reverently, while her eyes burned with intensity. "My little girl," she thought, a smile appearing on her lips as she realized the impact she had on you. There was something deliciously addictive about the way you submitted, even without fully understanding just how much you did.

Wanda had always been in control, always the one leading others, but this was different. With you, there was a perfect balance between the dominance she cherished and the sweetness she secretly craved. And now, hearing you call her that... Well, that was the cherry on top.

The sight of you curled up against her, like a baby seeking maternal warmth, drove her wild. It made her want more and more of you. Seeing you so unaware of her thoughts—your gentle eyes focused on the screen, captivated by the animation's events, so sweet. You resembled a little lamb—so soft and affectionate—that in two days is taking its graceful leaps; in two weeks is playing 'follow the leader.' Your frailty was part of your charm. A lamb is pure innocence, so innocent that people want to possess it or even devour it. People like Wanda...

She inhaled the scent of your hair deeply, feeling the strength of her emotions, while a certainty formed in her mind. You were not just someone under her control—you were hers, and she would do whatever it took to ensure that never changed.

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Be a good girl, Y/n... Wanda's watching

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[dreamtofus]

don’t let me freeze

Summary: Daryl fucks you in his jacket in the freezing cold.

Word count: 712

Author’s note: this is my favorite thing I’ve written so far LOL also female reader

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The breeze runs through your hair while the leaves crunch beneath the soles of your loosely laced Converse. It’s chilly but your sweater keeps you somewhat satisfied. The breeze doesn’t seem to bother the sturdy man alongside you, who is only wearing his leather jacket with a long sleeve under it.

You glance over at him, meeting his eyes. Dusk is starting to set and your feet ache after the long exploration, nowhere near home.

“I think we should settle down here,” You suggest to the archer, bringing some attention to the quickly setting sun.

“Yer.. Guess so.”

The two of you start collecting twigs and dry brush to start a fire. Once lined with a circle of rough rocks, Daryl gets started on making a fire.

Once it finally lights, the two of you huddle together next to it. You allow yourself to lean into him, enjoying his body warmth.

“Do you ever think about what it was like before… y’know? The way we adapted to this… lifestyle.” You genuinely ask, stirring up conversation.

His hands wrap around your waist and pull you in, “Naw, cus then I wouldn’t have found you… Besides, I was built for this.”

His response makes you giggle as your noses gently brush each other. You wrap your arms around his broad neck and gently press a kiss to his lips. He tastes like ash and candy cigarettes. His hands trail up under your sweater, raising soft goosebumps.

Your hips gently sway atop his knee as you bury your face into the crook of his neck. Your hands anchor in his hair, pulling gently at the roots.

You work on removing his jacket, laying it to the side. He starts to peel your sweater off, and your shirt is next to follow. The cold bite of the night gnaws at your bare skin. You shudder, pressing yourself closer to him in search of warmth.

After he undoes your jeans, you kick them off along with your shoes. His rough denim jeans rub against your bare thighs, which are laced with tiny bumps and bruises. Daryl picks up his leather jacket which was thrown to the side, and threads your arms through the thick sleeves.

The jacket is big and bulky, but it provides some shelter from the wind. You smile at him before meeting his mouth. Your nipples poke through your lightly lined lacy bra. He pulls away just to admire you in his jacket. His hands rest on your hips.

“Shoulda done this sooner huh? When it wasn’t cold?” He chuckles and brushes his fingers over your breasts.

“Ha. Ha. Ha.” You roll your eyes and scoff in response, pushing his hand off you.

He unfastens his belt and lowers his jeans slightly, revealing himself. He pulls your panties to the side and you line yourself up, taking the plunge.

He swiftly bottoms you out, making you both gasp in response. Your jaw clenches as you adapt to the feeling. His hands trail underneath your (well, his) jacket, making circles on your hip.

You slowly start to rock yourself back and forth, then work yourself up to a light bounce. His hand stops making circles, flattening itself against your back for support, while the other hand reaches between the two of you to graze your clit.

Light moans escape from his gritted teeth, “Goddamn girl…”

“Fuck Daryl! You’re so fucking good”

Delicate slapping and heated breaths fill the forest air as you feel that knot forming.

You huff into his ear, “Fuck I-I’m…”

He shushes you with an open kiss while you finally reach that high, blinded by an array of feelings.

He helps you pump your hips a few more times and finally releases inside you.

You playfully slap his arm and glare at him. After he buckles his belt, he slips your panties back into place.

“God you’re fucking awful,” You groan as you start to lay on your side.

He lays down next to you and pulls you closer into you, “That’s not what yer were saying five minutes ago.”

You giggle before nuzzling into his chest, ignoring your bunched-up sweater and jeans in the corner.

“Love ya girl,” He grumbles.

The comforting warmth puts you to sleep before you can reply.

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your girl is going crazy and insane

[imyourbratzdoll]

hi love, the last request i had that you did was amazing so i’m here again Lol, so my idea is smut, with either soft!dark nomad!steve rogers or maybe soft!dark lumberjack!henry cavill, whichever character you prefer, he’s really possessive and is always reminding reader that she’s his. like he’d go to the ends of the earth to make sure no one even looks at his girl the wrong way. and like maybe one day he gets irritated with the reader because she’s been acting out or maybe he got jealous because of something she did, but in return he shows her who she belongs to and he’s like “who do you belong to pretty girl?” or “talk to me sweet girl, who makes you feel this good?” smth like that bcuz dirty talking is my weakness hehe 🤭 love u and ur work💗💗

hey baby! I'm so sorry for taking so long, but I hope you like it!

summary - your husbands have been noticing something off with you, and they decide to punish you until you tell them what's wrong.

warning - smut, threesome, polyamorous, slight angst, swearing, punishment, creampie, oral sex, double penetration, dark men, mentions of death, assumptions of cheating.

18+ only please, the gifs I use aren't mine, divider by @newlips

“What’s wrong with our little princess, huh?” You ignore them, not daring to look at them because you know you’d fold if you did. Steve walks over, kneeling before you and resting his large hand on your knee. “You will have to talk to us sometime soon.” Henry stands to the side of Steve, glaring down at you with his arms crossed over his chest. 

“If you don’t answer, bunny. We will be forced to punish you.” You huff, crossing your arms and leaning back into the couch. You squeal as your suddenly lifted and twisted into an uncomfortable yet satisfying position. Your head hangs over Henry’s knees while your crotch aligns with his. “Fine, I guess we’re forced to do this the hard way.” A moan falls from your lips as his thick fingers begin to rub your cloth-covered cunt, circling your swollen clit. “What do you think we should do with her, Steve? Hmm?” Your core throbs with how deep his voice is, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head at how handsome your men are. But you are mad. You can’t give in to them, no matter how much you want to cum around their thick, throbbing members.

“Hmm.” Your core clenches at the sound of Steve undoing his belt and taking out his thick, leaking cock. “We should edge her, not give our little princess what she desperately wants.” Before you can argue, he slides his cock between your lips, choking you on his member. Steve’s head falls back, “Fuck, you’re mouth feels amazing around me.” His hands come down and grip the sides of your head softly, thrusting in and out, taking you apart, enjoying the sight of your saliva gathering and flowing out of your mouth. “Go on, Henry. Give our princess’s little pussy a little bit more attention.” 

Henry chuckles, repeating Steve’s actions by undoing his belt and taking his prominent member out. “Get ready, bunny. You won’t be cumming at all unless you tell us why you’ve been acting like a little brat.” He groans as he slides his cock into your tight cunt, pushing past your walls and deep inside you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head, moans blocked by Steve’s cock, sending vibrations through him, causing him to groan loudly. “Aww, our little bunny is making Stevie feel good with her mouth, huh?” You try to nod, but you’re so full. “Squeezing my cock so good, bunny. You going to tell us what’s wrong?” 

You whimper, sucking Steve’s cock desperately. Your hands come up and fondle his heavy sacks. Whines escape you as Henry begins to pound into you, hitting every place that makes you feel like you're on cloud nine. “Don’t be so mean, Henry. Our little princess can’t talk with her mouth full. She knows it’s rude, don’t you, princess?” You nod, fat tears filling your eyes. You can’t think properly, having two prominent men taking you apart, making you feel so many emotions. You sob as Steve pulls out of your mouth, tapping your cheek as he watches your face contort from Henry’s cock slamming into you. “C’mon, princess. Why have you been such a brat lately?” 

Your eyes cross, and your hearing becomes fuzzy. “Y–You don’t love me anymore!” You sob, walls rapidly clenching and unclenching around Henry, and a whine escapes you when he stops his movements. Your hips begin to move, trying to recreate the feeling. “Keep going!” The tears are now flowing down your face, making a mess. 

Henry and Steve look at each other with their brows furrowed, wondering why you would’ve thought this and what they did for you to feel this way. “Princess, we love you so much. Why would you ever think otherwise?” Steve cups your cheek as Henry lifts you to sit you onto his lap correctly. 

Henry grips your hips and stares at you with sad eyes. “Steve’s right, bunny. We love you so much, and not a day goes by that we don’t think about you. You are our bunny, our princess.” You pout, mind foggy from being seconds away from an orgasm to now having to talk about your feelings. You know there’s no way of escaping this, and you know you should communicate more, especially since the last time you acted like this.

Your pout deepens, “I saw how you acted with that woman… It seemed like you would’ve rather had her instead of me because what can I offer?” You can feel yourself choke up as you remember a few days back how you had walked outside to give your husbands a drink for all their hard work, only to find them staring at the new neighbour as she spoke, a tiny dress and bouncy hair. How they looked at her was how you had wished they would look at you, and that’s when the insecurities began because they barely even noticed you after that. They always seemed to go over to help her, being at her beck and call whenever she needed them. You didn’t know if they were cheating on you when they were over there. You had no clue what was happening. All you knew was that you were losing the men you loved. 

Steve and Henry could feel their hearts breaking as they realised how they had been neglecting you this whole time, making you feel like you meant nothing to them, making you think they’d rather have some bimbo over you. You never really knew that they had used that woman as fertiliser because they couldn’t have someone like that trying to break apart your marriage. You never questioned why your garden had grown more than usual, as they’d distract you with wooden things they had crafted for you. They’d only been going over to the woman’s house because they had seen some things you would like as your own, planning to gift them to you for your birthday and christmas. 

“Oh, princess, that’s not true at all. You are our world. We’d never want someone so used and pathetic, and we want you, our pure little baby.” Steve leans forward and brings you into a passionate kiss, pouring all of his love into you. 

“Steve’s right, bunny. You’re our little girl, our perfect little wife.” You moan as he moves your hips slowly against him, grinding you down, taking his turn to kiss your plump lips. You gasp as he lies you down, pulling you on top of him, allowing Steve to climb on top of you and slide alongside him, filling you with their giant cocks. They move slowly, pumping in and out of you, feeling their cocks harden more from the sounds that leave past your lips. “We only belong to you, bunny.” You whimper into Henry’s neck, crying from the intense pleasure.

“Talk to us, princess. Who makes you feel this good, huh?” Steve plunges into you, grunting as your walls clench around them. The feeling of their hands all over you, their cocks pounding into you, causes you to slowly slip from your mind, wondering how you had gotten so lucky. “C’mon, princess. Answer me.”

“You… Both!” Your eyes roll into the back of your head, vision becoming white as you squirt, your juices flowing out and covering your men. 

“That’s right, bunny. Us.” Henry growls, pounding fast before his head flies back and his eyes close, thick hot cum flowing out of his mushroom tip and deep into you. 

Steve grunts, placing soft kisses on your back as he buries himself deep inside you, his balls tightening, and he releases, filling you with his cum. Your eyes begin to flutter shut as you sag into your husband, falling asleep to them, whispering that they love you and pressing sweet kisses onto your body. 

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[theyhavetakenovermylife]

*slamming the table*

IF INSPIRATION STRIKES I NEED A PART 2 OF THE GHOST ONEEEEEE

In The Sight Of Ghosts: part 2 (18+)

TLR!Turtles (Michelangelo) x reader

Part 1 (Suggestive) (18+?)

A/N: *Slamming back on the table* Inspiration struck, so after a few days of writing, I have a part 2! Honestly, I think I can play around with this concept in many more stories to come. Stand alone one shots or something else, IDK. Only the future will tell. Anyway, hope you’ll enjoy🖤

Mikey is in his 40’s. The reader is in their early 20’s. Leo, Raph and Donnie are in their early to mid 20’s.

Warnings: Raph being gross I guess, age difference, mentioning of ghosts and dead brothers, ghost voyeurism, ghost instructions, ghost masturbation, spanking, doggy, mentioning of missionary, implied sex in the future. I think that was all, lol.

When Raph said he was going to find a way, he certainly meant it. It was now his personal goal to find a way to push Mikey over the limit in some way, so that he would - in Raph’s own words - finally dick out his frustrations. And he had no intentions of stopping, no matter how angry Mikey would get. No matter how hard Mikey tried to ignore him and his brothers. Raph just kept going. And it was always whenever you were around. Raph could never just leave you alone. Whenever you entered Mikey’s field of view, Raph was on you, doing some lewd acts that only Mikey and his brothers could see. If you passed Mikey in the hallway, Raph would make a show of making it look like he was about to pin you against the wall. If you stood somewhere in the room, Raph would walk up to you, and place his hands somewhere, making it look like he was groping you. Hands on your ass and chest, his ghost hands fondling you like an animal, smirking in the direction of Mikey and the others. And it made Mikey’s blood boil, trying his best not to watch as Raph acted like he was grinding your hips together in a lewd act. Mikey’s anger and frustration was so strong that even Leo and Donnie could see it.

“Maybe you should do it”, Donnie said, as Raph came with overplayed moans from the couch were you sat, holding your face and thrusting his hips like he was fucking your face, while you - totally unbothered - read the book in front of you. “You obviously find her interesting, and well… she is pretty”.

“Don’t you start as well”, Mikey groaned, just low enough so you wouldn’t hear it, leaning further down over the book that laid in front of him on the table.

“I’m only trying to help”, Donnie said, watching as Raph crouched down in front of you, trying to get a better look at your chest through your shirt. “And, well, if I was in your position, I might have done it by now”. That comment caused Mikey to give Donnie a look that could kill. Had Donnie actually been alive, this look might as well have been what killed him.

“Calm down, Mikey. Just ignore them”, Leo said, from his other side, with his shell facing the show Raph was trying to put on.

“You can’t ignore me forever”, Raph said, having taken a seat next to you on the couch, where he smoothed his hand over your hair, watching you like a predator would watch its prey. “Especially not the day when you start imagining my dick in her instead of yours”.

This comment seemed to trigger something within Mikey. If his blood was boiling, it was now bobbling over the lid. Mikey tried his best to restrain himself, but he just couldn’t, slamming the book in front of him shut, causing you to yelp in shock from the couch, looking at Mikey in shock. However Mikey avoided your eyes, quickly picking up the book from the table, before making his way to his room. You sat in confusion, watching as he left, unaware of the three ghosts that were hot on his heels, following him down the hallway.

He quickly hurried into his room before slamming the door behind him. With a growl he flung the book across the room, before slumping down on the bed, elbows on his knees, and his head in his hands.

“Seems like I touched a soft spot there”, Raph chuckled, earning him an eye roll from Leo.

“Just stop it, and leave her alone”, Mikey mumbled, still not looking up from the floor beneath him.

“Who are you talking to?”

Mikey flinched at the sound of your voice, looking up to find you in his doorway, slowly making your way into his room. The three ghosts stayed quiet, giving each other a look as if they knew something Mikey didn’t.

“No one”, Mikey said, rubbing his hands against the fabric of his overall. “Just… myself”.

“Ah”, you said, staying quiet for a moment. You looked at the door in thought, before you - to Mikey’s surprise - closed it. You turned and walked over to Mikey on the bed, before taking a seat next to him. This even made his brothers silent as they watched you with intent. Mikey felt his fingers getting clammy as he tried to avoid eye contact with you, suddenly finding the sight of the floor under his feet very interesting.

“Mikey… have I done something wrong?”, you suddenly asked, catching Mikey off guard. But the next part almost made his heart stop. “I’ve noticed you… looking at me. You seem… mad… So I was wondering if I did something”.

Mikey finally looked at you, staring directly into your beautiful eyes, feeling a pit opening in his stomach. It was never his intention… He never wanted you to think it was you he looked at… Oh god no…

“No”, Mikey said, shaking his head, ignoring Raph who started moving around out of the corner of his eye. “I’m not mad at you. You haven’t done anything wrong”.

“Then why are you looking at me… like you are?”, you asked, your voice so small it almost broke Mikey’s heart.

“It’s hard to explain… But I’m not mad at you, and I never have been, (Y/N)”.

You placed a hand on Mikey’s knee, almost making him choke on his own breath as he did so. It was then he noticed just how close you were to him. How you had been leaning closer, ever since you first took a seat next to him. The revelation made his heart beat hard and fast behind his plastron. That was when he noticed a smell. A wonderful smell taking over the room. What was that smell? Whatever it was, he wanted more of it.

“Can you at least try to explain it?”, you asked, your voice low and soft, sounding smooth in Mikey’s ear.

“I’m not sure how”, Mikey said, suddenly finding himself very fixated on your lips. How soft they looked and just how close they were. Just a little further, and he might just be able to… god, he really wanted to…

“You don’t have to use words”, you whispered, sending shivers throughout Mikey’s body.

“Kiss her”, Raph's voice suddenly sounded from somewhere to the side. “Come on Mikey. Kiss her”.

Mikey found himself continuously staring down at your lips, contemplating whether or not he should do it. It was so tempting. So tempting…

“He’s right, Mikey”, Leo said. “Do it. Kiss her”.

And with that, Mikey slowly leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you, connecting your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed him back less than a second later, turning your sweet kiss passionate in an instant, with one of your hands coming up to rest on Mikey’s plastron. The wonderful smell in the room grew stronger as Mikey’s big hands came to a rest on your hips, before slowly making their way up.

“You smell that?”, Donnie asked, sniffing around the room.

“Uuuh, she likes it”, Raph laughed. “Give her some tongue, Mikey. I bet she will love it”.

And finally, Mikey allowed himself to do as Raph told him, poking at your lips with his larger tongue, asking for entrance, while one of his hands came to rest on your cheek. You reacted with a sound, much closer to a moan than anything else, opening your mouth and granting him access. Without breaking the kiss you then rose ever so slightly from the bed, before making your way onto Mikey’s lap, straddling him as he leaned further into your increasingly needy kiss, letting small sounds of pleasure escape you.

“Shit”, Mikey heard Donnie mumble as he took in the sight before them, before taking a seat on a chair in the opposite side of the room.

Mikey placed his hands on your bottom as you slowly grinded yourself against him, allowing him to control and increase the speed at which you did it, your breathing becoming heavier and heavier.

“I knew she would be hot”, Raph said, taking a seat at the foot of the bed, so he could get a better look at you.

You then suddenly broke from the kiss, making Mikey fear for a moment that you had been able to hear Raph. But when you then reached for your shirt before pulling it off and throwing it across the room, letting it fly straight through Leo’s form, leaving your top half in nothing but an old see through bra, leaving very little to Mikey’s imagination. You gave Mikey a bright smile, before diving back down into your needy kiss, moaning against his mouth as one of his hands came to massage your breasts. Your hands started fumbling with the straps of Mikey’s overalls in order to undo them. Mikey’s hands moved from your chest to your pants, where he started pulling them down one leg after the other, before throwing them onto the chair Donnie was sitting on. You sat back down on Mikey’s lap, grinding against him once more, with your smell of arousal stronger than ever before. Mikey could feel himself as he was about to drop inside of his overalls, his thick member already aching to be inside of you.

“Time to see if that ass jiggles”, Raph said, his own hand groping at the forming bulge in his pants. And so Mikey did, letting his large hand come down on your left ass cheek with a loud smack, causing you to yelp out loud in pleasure.

“Mikey!”, you cried, letting your head fall to rest against his shoulder. “Please, Mikey, please”.

“Fuck”, Leo groaned, finding himself completely absorbed by what he was watching. “What’s she begging for?”

“Please what, (Y/N)?”, Mikey asked, smoothing his hand over where he had just slapped you.

“Please just fuck me, Mikey!”, you begged.

“Holy shit”, Donnie exclaimed from his chair, where he too had started to feel himself through his pants, all while Leo stood in total silence, his eyes fixated on you and your movements.

“Tell her to get naked”, Raph said, getting ready to pull himself out of his pants. “Ass up”.

Mikey did just as Raph had told him, and gave your ass another smack, before telling you to get naked and get on the bed. You stood up with no hesitation, taking your bra and underwear off in eagerness, before getting on your knees and elbows on Mikey’s bed, unaware that you were facing directly towards Raph.

Mikey made quick work of his overalls, taking in the way your eyes widened when you saw his member spring free from its confinements. And if it was even possible, the scent of your arousal grew stronger once more. Mikey got behind you on the bed, taking in the sight of your juice cunt before him, already feeling dizzy at the thought of you around him. The sight of you, mixed with your scent and under wonderful sounds, Mikey felt his own urge and need growing within him, getting more and more desperate to feel you clench around him.

Mikey placed a hand on your left cheek, before grabbing a hold of his member with the other, guiding it through your folds, picking up your slickness as he went, before giving your ass a sudden slap, causing you to let out another needy moan, begging him once again, your hands gripping onto the sheets of his bed beneath you.

“Please, Mikey! Please!”

With a groan at the sound of your begging, Mikey began pushing himself into your tight hole, moaning when he felt your walls tightening around him. You let out a flurry of lewd sounds as you took in Mikey’s massive size, sinking further and further into you. Mikey’s eyes were glued to the sight of his member slowly disappearing into you, using his hold on your hips to sink you further along his length. However, should Mikey have taken his eyes off of you and looked to Raphael, he would have found the ghost with his member in his hand, slowly working his hand along it as he focused in on your pleasured expression. At the other side of the room, Donnie too was about to wrap his own hand around his member, eyes intently locked on you. Leo was the only one that still hadn’t opened or pulled off his pants, yet his dilated and hungry eyes never left you.

Mikey stayed still inside of you, letting you get used to his impressive size. But when you started wiggling and swaying your hips in front of Mikey, showing him just how needy and inpatient you were getting.

“Ask her what she wants”, Leo suddenly said, his voice low as he spoke, obviously affected by what he was watching.

Mikey started rubbing your behind, keadling you flesh in his large hands. “What do you want me to do, (Y/N)?”, he asked, taking joy in how you started shaking in his hands. “Use your words”.

“Please, just move, Mikey”, you whimpered, trying to back yourself up against him. “Move. Fuck me. Use me”.

“Holy shit. She’s a freak”, Raph said in a smug tone, his hand speeding up ever so slightly. “She deserves a good fucking”.

Mikey’s hand came down on your cheek once more, drawing a loud moan from you once more, clenching further around him. “Of course, when you ask me so nicely”, Mikey said, slowly pulling himself halfway out of you. “I’m going to fuck you untill you can’t walk or talk anymore”. And before you could react to Mikey’s words, he rammed directly back into you. You let out a moan like scream, your face falling to your mattress with your eyes closed and Mikey continued thrusting into you, bringing you large sparks of pleasure with each thrust into you.

Donnie cursed under his breath, his hand moving faster against himself. Raph stared at you with parted lips and hungry eyes, dreaming of what it would feel like to be the one fucking you from behind. Leo still stood with crossed arms and an intense look on his eyes, when suddenly…

“She wants to be used, Mikey”, Leo said. “Spank her again. Show her she’s being used”.

And Mikey did, drawing an almost animalistic sound of pleasure from you when his hand made contact with your skin once more.

“And it continues to jiggle”, Raph chuckled, watching your flesh bounce with every slap, and every time Mikey thrusted against it.

You rested your forehead against your right forearm, reaching down between your legs with your left hand, where you let your fingertips glide over your clit, rubbing it as Mikey increased his speed on you, the sound of skin slapping echoing through the room, bouncing against the stone walls.

“Mikey, I’m close”, you whimpered, your legs getting shaky underneath you.

“Let it happen, (Y/N)”, Mikey groaned, keeping his brutal speed as he fucked you closer and closer to your orgasm.

"Grab her hair”, Donnie’s voice sounded, his voice somewhat wavering from his hand’s work on his member. “Let us see her face”.

And so Mikey did as asked, and grabbed a firm grip at the base at the roots of your hair, before pulling your head up and back from the mattress. This resulted in a clearing of your vocal ways, causing you to get much louder. Your back naturally arched downwards, causing you to back up against Mikey, making each of his thrusts into you much harder than the last. Your hands frantically grabbed for the sheets beneath you, trying to hold onto something as your high came rolling, threatening to crash into you at any moment, your moans coming out as begging like screams.

The ghosts watched you with intensity, trying to match the movements of their hands to the speed at which you where getting fucked, imagining themselves in Mikey’s place, taking you from behind. Leo shifted his legs where he stood, as if trying to act like he wasn’t getting affected by the sight before him. Like he wasn’t imagining how you would feel around him, screaming that you were about to cum.

“I’m cumming!”, you yelled out, your hips squirming against the snaps of Mikey’s hips, as he continuously hit your sweet spot with no signs of slowing down. “I’m cumming, Mikey!”

“Cum for me, (Y/N)”, Mikey groaned. “Cum on my cock. Show me how good I’m fucking you”.

And so you did, your orgasm coming crashing down upon you, your walls clenching around Mikey as he continued to pound into you. Raph and Donnie let out audible groans at the sight and sound of you, taking in all of your beauty and raw pleasure. If only they could be the ones making you feel such pleasure, and have you squirming and moaning at the end of their cocks.

Letting go of your hair, Mikey let you fall back down to the mattress, moaning as you felt the waves of your high still washing over you. Slowing down his thrusts, Mikey kept himself up above you, slowly pushing in and out of you, savoring the feeling of you around him. Even from his few of your back and the side profile of your face, you were beautiful, shining in the light of your slowly subsiding orgasm.

Slowly Mikey pulled out of you, his member still fully erect, begging to be buried within you again. No matter how much Mikey wanted to keep going, and fuck you further into oblivion, releasing himself into you, Mikey decided against it. You were probably tired and in need of a break. He could wait. Your comfort was more important than his pleasure. He couldn’t force you-.

“Mikey”, you whimpered from below him, looking over your shoulder with pink cheeks and disheveled hair, out of breath with a sultry smile on your lips as you lifted your ass up against him, as if to present yourself for him once more. “Please don’t stop now, Mikey”.

Mikey was shocked. Extremely turned on but shocked. And judging from the choked sounds of Raph and Donnie, so were they, not expecting you to still have energy for more. Leo seemed to be the only one that wasn’t shocked.

“You heard her”, Leo said, arms still crossed with a stern look on his face. “Get her on her back and give her what she wants”.

Leo didn’t have to say that twice. Mikey was quick to grab a hold of one of one leg and one arm, flipping you onto your back in one throw. You yelped, followed by laughter, laying fucked, naked and smiling before Mikey, your legs open and inviting for him. And it was at this moment, staring down at your beautiful body, just before diving straight back into you again, that Mikey wondered why he waited so long. Why he had let Raph get his blood boiling for so long, instead of just taking you straight in the kitchen all those days ago. But now, he wasn’t going to let another opportunity go. So there, right in front of the ghostly forms of his brothers, Mikey fucked you right into the matteress, determinded to make up for the many days he had waited, before feeling your warm cunt around him and your desperate moans in his ear.

And so, you and Mikey continued your lewd dance of arms and legs tangled together, all in front of the watchful eyes of Mikey’s dead brothers, long into the night and again the next morning, and many more occasions to come.

[misc-obeyme]

Couples Discount! - Secret Scene

Well, I shouldn't be surprised I guess. My "should I post the smut?" poll had some pretty definitive results. It's not yet over, but really I don't think I need to wait for it. Y'all voted for the smut.

I would like to begin by apologizing for my smut writing skills. I'm not at all confident in them, which is why this is the first time I'm really posting any.

So this is the secret smut scene that would come after the end of this daily chat scene I wrote, though you don't really need to read it before this. This right here is pure smut, so you know. Context isn't really required.

Please tell me if it's terrible. My anxiety is high so I need to know if it's really bad lol. Also I really tried to keep MC gender neutral so hopefully that turned out okay.

GN!MC x Diavolo - NSFW - MDNI

Warnings: oral sex, penetrative sex (reader receiving in both cases), please let me know if I should add anything here

Any thoughts you'd been having about the repercussions of the kiss you shared with Diavolo on the plaza bench were completely discarded now. You sat on the edge of Diavolo's bed with the demon prince on his knees between your thighs and thinking wasn't something you'd managed to do at all for the past several minutes.

One of your hands was in Diavolo's hair, the other one gripping the sheets beside you as you melted into the feeling of his tongue, his lips, his mouth giving you untold amounts of pleasure. He had placed one of your legs on his shoulder and his hand still rested on it. You could tell from the way his fingers flexed against you that he was trying not to grip you too hard.

You hadn't been sure what spending the night with Diavolo would be like, but so far he seemed to want nothing more than to worship you. He especially seemed to enjoy hearing you moan, deliberately doing things that he thought might draw one out of you.

You were slightly annoyed about the fact that he himself was still fully dressed while your clothes were already in a heap on the floor. However, you couldn't hold onto this thought for long enough to call him out on it. Not when he was using his tongue so expertly, the tension building up in your body as your pleasure intensified with every second.

It was almost teasing, though, never quite enough to bring you over the edge. Your fingers clenched and unclenched in his hair in both frustration and enjoyment.

"D-diavolo," you managed to say. "Please."

That single word apparently had quite the effect because Diavolo responded immediately. Where before he was only using his tongue, now he put his entire mouth on you. There was so much more sensation that you cried out, the hand in his hair becoming a fist. You had a vague thought about how you hoped you weren't hurting him, but it was gone in an instant as Diavolo sucked.

You moaned, unable to keep yourself from doing so, the feeling building and building. Diavolo didn't let up. He could tell you were close and he was determined to make you come. You felt your thighs shivering, squeezing slightly as the intensity increased.

Your body began to tense as you felt yourself nearing your climax until it finally hit you in waves. You couldn't even manage to spare a thought for what might be happening to Diavolo as your thighs clenched, your fingers still holding tightly to his hair.

You took several deep breaths as you let yourself relax. You let go of Diavolo's hair. He looked up at you from between your thighs with a smile so bright you couldn't help but laugh a little.

You cupped his cheek as you caught your breath, bending forward a little to lean your forehead against his. "You have way too much clothing on," you said, pulling at one of the buttons on his shirt with the other hand.

Diavolo chuckled. "I'm sorry, MC," he said. "Won't you help me remedy that?"

He didn't have to ask you twice. You started using both hands to unbutton his shirt, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the floor. You let your hands linger on his bare chest, truly a glorious sight to behold, before reaching down for the pants. But in the position he was in, you couldn't quite reach them.

Diavolo kissed you before standing up to take his pants off himself. You watched as he did, finally freeing his enormous cock. Just looking at it made your skin flush and your body throb as your mind went wild with the possibilities.

It was very tempting to take it into your mouth, since it was right at the same height as your face. But you were more interested in putting it somewhere else.

Despite this, you couldn't resist reaching out and taking it in your hand. Diavolo made a soft humming sound at the contact and you looked up to see him biting his lip.

It was such a cute expression on him that it made your stomach flip. You found yourself suddenly impatient, letting go so you could grab his hands and pull him onto the bed.

Diavolo let you take control, moving easily as you positioned him so he was sitting up against his pillows. Once he was where you wanted him, you straddled his lap, putting your hands on his chest and kissing him deeply.

His mouth opened for you instantly, your tongue sliding in and tasting the salt of your cum on him. You tried not to let this make you rabid. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, your hands running through his hair again, your ass rubbing against the hardness of his cock.

You pulled away and looked at him. He was breathing hard with his pupils fully dilated. He looked like he was dizzy with lust, but there was an edge of concern on his face. He reached over to the bedside table, taking out a bottle of lube.

Certainly Diavolo was quite large, so you thought it best not to skip this step, even though the look on his face sent another stab of heat through your body. He slathered his fingers and you gasped as he put first one and then another inside you, stretching you gently.

Diavolo took his time and you were losing your mind with need by the time he pulled his fingers out of you. You put your hands on his shoulders and rose up, preparing to take him inside.

"MC," he said, voice quiet as he settled his hands on your hips.

You didn't let him finish whatever he was going to say, instead sinking down onto his cock. This elicited a moan that was like sweet music to your ears and he practically whimpered your name.

You decided to go slowly, moving down inch by inch until you had him fully inside you.

The feeling of him was exquisite. Your body flushed with heat as you squeezed yourself around him and he moaned. His hands gripped the soft flesh of your hips tighter.

Diavolo nuzzled into your neck, peppering you with kisses. "Are you all right?" he murmured into your skin.

"Don't worry," you said. "I'm fine." You tangled your fingers in his hair again, holding him to you as you began to move yourself slowly up and down his cock.

Diavolo's head rested on your shoulder and for a moment he seemed too overwhelmed by the sensation to do much of anything. But then his hands began to move you, too, increasing your pace. You matched him easily, speeding things up, but sitting down fully every time, allowing him to hit that spot inside you perfectly over and over.

Diavolo seemed to be unable to stop himself from thrusting up into you, but you didn't mind at all, moaning in response to the feeling of it. Diavolo's hands moved from your waist to your back, his head falling a little to press against your chest. Both of you were moaning now and you could already feel the tension of your second orgasm tightening in your belly.

It felt so good, you were completely lost in him, your hands roaming over his skin, the lingering scent of his cologne mixed with sweat and sex. The feeling of him inside you, thick and powerful, the way his hands moved you so easily, the desperate sounds of him mumbling your name over and over again.

Until at last, you felt yourself tightening, your body responding to the pleasure. You cried out his name as you came, your hands on his shoulders, your nails piercing skin, your head thrown back.

As you were just beginning to come down from this high, you felt him clutch you hard, a soft groan from his throat, and the warmth of his cum spilling inside you.

Exhausted, you collapsed against him. Diavolo's arms wrapped around you, holding you to him as you rested your head on his chest.

This was only the beginning of your infamous night with Lord Diavolo and you would be pleased to discover just how much stamina the prince of the Devildom really had.

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throat goat || jhs

⇝ title: Throat Goat ⇝ pairing: rapper!hoseok x stylist!reader ⇝ genre: smut | slight frenemies with benefits ⇝ summary: The only thing you and Hoseok can agree on is that you know how to snatch his soul every time. ⇝ rating: 18+ ⇝ word count: 2k ⇝ warnings: unedited | strong language | reader is having a rocky sex life but nothing major | light bickering | degradation | semi-public sex | blowjob | tiddie fucking | reader is a baddie; let’s be real | slight power play dynamics | rude!hobi but he’s just frustrated | hoseok manspreading is a warning | teasing | spit/saliva play for lube | name calling | cum swallowing/eating | a little strip tease | breast fondling/groping | throat fucking | hair pulling | both of them confuse the hell out of me | open ending for those who don’t like those | reader is a “giver” | gagging | some aftercare | mixed emotions i guess | i think that’s all ⇝ author’s note: We’re late, but we’re here. This is my gift to the Hoseok heauxs(myself). It’s unedited but promising lol. You’ll see what I mean. Anyway, please enjoy this pwp. If you aren’t into the degrading stuff please don’t read this because though it isn’t too bad, the way he speaks to her in some moments is out of pocket lol. He doesn’t mean it, though (I think). Banner by @badgalsgetinfree​ (myself) ⇝ playlist: Pretty Girls Walk by Pretty Boss Vette | Slut Me Out by NLE Choppa | Don’t Play With It by Lola Brooke & Billy B

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“You wanted to see me?”

The door closes behind you and separates you from all the noises outside. All you hear now is a bunch of muffled voices and faint thuds as people move around backstage. It’s a big night, so the entire crew is busy making sure everything’s in order.

Hoseok has toured across the globe, and now it’s time for the grand finale. It’s only fitting he ends the journey where it all started. He wants everything to be perfect, so everyone’s been put through hell today, including you. 

“No. I don’t.” The tone of his voice indicates his irritation. You know it isn’t towards you no matter what he says. He’s just stressed; otherwise, you wouldn’t be in here. “I just want some head.”

Of course, he does.

You give the man a little sample, and now it’s his lifeline. Though you have to admit it’s been satisfying you as well. It’s surprising to you because usually, you get bored quickly, but somehow Hoseok has managed to keep this going for this entire tour duration. 

The first time it happened you were on his private jet. The second time, in the back of the sprinter, while everyone was getting food. 

Anytime the opportunity was given, you’d swallow him up. And now, he can’t get enough.

“What makes you think I have it to give?”

“I don’t have time for this shit,” he gripes.

With an eye roll, you walk over to where he’s sitting in nothing but some boxers, manspreading on the couch as if he has all the time in the world. You look down at him scrolling through his phone while you stand there between his legs.

“I can’t tell.”

“Fuck. Are you gonna do it or what?”

You sigh. “I guess so.”

Honestly, you’re ecstatic deep down. In simple terms, you’re a “pleaser.” You enjoy taking someone to their ultimate high and then seeing them bathe in it while they come down. As for yourself, you’ve never really gotten off from being on the receiving end. You rather be in charge of your own orgasms; that way you’ll come every time. 

You start to drop to your knees, but he stops you. 

“Take something off.”

“You’re running out of time, Hoseok.”

“You get paid to dress me, not manage my time. So maybe you should chill out before that’s not a thing anymore.”

It’s an empty threat. You aren’t going anywhere. No one does this job like you. 

No one.

“Have it your way,” you shrug. You take off your glasses and carefully set them on the small table. Hoseok has finally put his down just in time to watch you unbutton your sheer blouse, revealing your black lace bra underneath. You toss your shirt at him, and he catches it. You don’t miss the split-second pause before he puts it aside, probably wanting to inhale your perfume. “Is this okay?”

You spread your arms, displaying yourself for him, only for the rapper to shake his head. The next thing you take off is your bra, and his eyes begin to twinkle in the dimly lit dressing room.

“What about now?”

You squeeze your breasts together, giving him a little show while you wait for an answer. He sits up in his seat and places his hands at your sides. The warmth of his palms travels across your skin as he ventures up your body.

“Yeah, that’ll do it for me.”

Your body leans toward him while he cups your mounds, massaging them in his hands and even drawing a few moans from your lips. His lips delicately graze your flesh, and before he can get too carried away, you push him away.

“If you like them that much, I’ll show you a trick,” you tell him.

You drop to the floor and start pulling down his underwear. There’s not a second to waste. Soon this room will be filled with your team and others so all of you can get him ready for his performance. 

His dick is at attention as soon as it jumps out of his boxers. You lick your lips, already tasting his essence just by looking at the clear substance forming at the tip. Wrapping your hand around his shaft, you position yourself over him and allow a generous amount of saliva to coat his cock. He hisses from the contact, already sensitive and eager to blow his load.

“Hurry up,” he grunts, displaying nothing but impatience. You smirk, knowing you find pleasure in giving him exactly what he’s asking for.

“Sure.”

Once his dick is adequately lubricated, you lean forward with mouth already open, and your throat relaxed. You wrap your mouth around the head and take him inch by inch until the tip of his cock reaches the back of your throat. You use the opportunity to coat him with more spit until your lungs are burning from lack of air. You pull off and release him with a pop, repeating the action until you’ve teased him so much that he turns red.

“Bitch, stop playing around,” he growls, gripping your hair. 

Hoseok guides you to his cock, and you don’t object as he pushes your head down. He thrusts inside you, making you gag and choke around his girth. Your eyes begin to water as he penetrates your airways, leaving you lightheaded and gushing arousal into your panties. You’re thankful your shirt is short because the chill in the room is working overtime to cool down the pulsing heat between your legs. If you weren’t planning on using your hands tonight, you’d already have your fingers buried in your soaking cunt.

“Fuck are you doing to me?”

The gasp he makes when you start slurping and sucking him is the highlight of your night. You know he’s amazed by how much of him you can take in at once without needing to breathe, so that’s why you make it a point to show him there are many unlocked levels he hasn’t even discovered yet. Things he’ll probably never get to discover.

Tonight’s the last show. When the tour’s over, you’re taking a long vacation, and Hoseok will be the last person on your mind. This is fun, but you’d rather be doing this on the beach or something.

“Shit,” he whispers. 

You hope he doesn’t think you’re letting him come this quickly.

He gets angry when you release him, but you aren’t done. You poke out your chest and smother his cock with your tits. You watch him unravel as you push them together and bounce them up and down on his dick. The lewd squelching sound of your saliva fills the room and encourages you to keep going.

“Hoseok.”

“Shut up,” he groans, eyes closed as he tries to stay seated. “I don’t want to hear you.”

His nails dig into the couch while he struggles to ground himself.

“Why? Because I make you feel good?” 

“No, you aren’t special. Just convenient.”

“Convenient?” you laugh. “I like it. And you like me.”

“What? No, I–Fuck.”

Hoseok’s cock begins to twitch, and you know he’s at his peak. You switch back to sucking him, and within a few seconds, you’re milking him for everything he’s worth.

He moans and whimpers into the palm of his hand, hoping no one has heard him crying out your name. To save his pride, you pretend as if it never happened, but you definitely heard every syllable each time he called for you.

You swallow every drop and slowly remove him from your mouth. When he softens, you grab the shirt he came in with and start cleaning up the mess on both of you. Hoseok stays in his position, eyes closed as he comes down from his high. 

As much as you’d love to watch him blossom in his post-orgasmic state, there’s no time. It’s time to get ready.

“Hoseok, can you help me up? I’m wearing heels.”

He finally snaps out of it and springs into action. “Oh, shit. Sorry.”

“You’re good. I just don’t want you to be late.”

He helps you up and helps you get your clothes back on. You do it in silence. Neither of you wants to be the one who says something first. Nobody really wants to bicker after something like what you two just did.

“We’re good, right?” he asks after you’ve turned away to retrieve his clothes. “I don’t really remember anything I said.”

You can’t help but laugh. 

“If I didn’t like something, I’d tell you. Trust me.”

You pick out the last outfit on the rack, the one he picked, but when you turn around to take them to him, he’s already standing in front of you. He startles you, and you almost drop the clothes.

“Shit, Hoseok. You scared me.”

“You wanna come home with me tonight?”

Woah.

You were afraid this would happen. If he’s too attached, then—

“No, I’m not interested in you. I was just…thinking.”

Your head tilts with curiosity. “About?”

“Maybe I can help you with your little issue,” he suggests.

You should have known.

Hoseok has wanted to fuck you ever since you fucked around on the airplane. But you’ve shut him down every time with a “I’ll think about it.” 

You have thought about it, and you can’t lie and say you haven’t been interested. You’re just worried you’ll be disappointed. You don’t want to ruin the fantasies you’ve had about him. What if he can’t deliver?

“Just spend a few days with me,” he adds. “Like we talked about.”

You sigh. “Hoseok, we’ve gotta get ready now.”

You ask him to step aside, but of course. He’s persistent. 

“Look, you can’t gobble me up like that and expect me not to pay you back,” he winks.

You can’t ignore the butterflies in your stomach that flutter at his words, but you’re still tangled up in the worst scenarios. It’s silly; you'd rather be horny than have bad or average sex.

“And what if I’m not interested? What if we don’t get along?”

“I live in a mansion, love. You won’t even have to see me if you don’t want to. Leave when you want, come to my room whenever you want to. Like I said, it’s up to you.”

A knock on the door brings the pressure on. If you don’t answer now, then it’s decided for you because you won’t be able to speak about this. He’ll be busy, and so will you. This is it.

“I–”

More knocking and voices of people waiting to rush in and prepare for the show. Hoseok tells them he’s getting dressed, but that’ll only hold them for a little bit. Your mind is having a tug of war because you’re so stubborn, but you’re also curious. What if he’s as good as you’ve imagined?

“I’m not going to pressure you if you say yes,” he assures. “If you want it, you tell me.”

“We only have fifteen minutes!”

You know that it’s time when someone mentions the time. You take a deep breath and step out of your comfort zone because maybe it’s the reason you’re so horny in the first place. You have to give someone a chance. And who better than…

“Hoseok?”

“Yeah.”

“You’re going to kill it out there,” you say to him. 

You’re kind of surprised when he smiles at you because that’s never happened. 

“Thanks.”

“Mhm.”

You slip past him and make your way to the door to let in the staff, a growing smirk of your own gracing your face.

“Make sure you save some energy for me, though.”

But something tells you that you’ll be the one who needs to get some rest.

Either Hoseok’s about to rock your world, or you’re going to give each other the biggest headache you’ve ever had.

[katasstrophy]

I feel like I've seen every Bluelock boy paired with a very cute, very bubbly, and chill gf/reader before, but I haven't seen any of them paired with a cool and competent or even bossier type. Are there any guys you think of liking that type??? Or maybe just deserve that type to be kept in line lmao 🤣

nonnie!! 😳 NONNIE UR BRAIN I’M GIVING IT A THOUSAND KISSES UR SOOO RIGHT FOR THIS!!! i guess it doesn’t really show with the fics i’ve uploaded so far – which is a damn shame, i should fix that – but i am absolutely all for readers who are just… out there, ya know? they’re prickly, or easy to anger, or sardonic as all hell, or way too clever for their own good or yes yes, bossy<3 i eat that shit UP like it’s my last meal. this is not to say i don’t enjoy sweet, bubbly readers (bc i do!) but the type you describe just… scratches a certain itch iykwim 👁️👁️

i think one of my first posts ever about blue lock on this blog (cw. mid writing LMAO) was exactly about this. obviously most of the blue lock guys are only extreme egoists when they’re playing soccer, but i do think that aspect of their lives will ultimately start to bleed into their personality as they grow up/go pro. so having someone who’s just like “yeah that’s great and all but if you won’t make it to date night i’ll leave your sorry ass” is just. so sexy to them like?? they haven’t gotten their ego knocked down a peg in a while so i think they’d be drawn to a partner like that askdhxnbz idk if i’m explaining this very well but as far as i’m concerned all blue lock boys deserve an unhinged reader lol 😤

THAT BEING SAID!!! >:))) i have a top three list of blue lock men who i, personally, would love to put in their place and encourage anyone out there to do so as well LOL

1. MICHAEL KAISER — this cocky motherfucker ugh need i say more 🙄 the urge to censor his name was real strong but i persevered still cannot believe i’m (sadly) attracted to this horrible, horrible man. he’s sooo insufferable and just so obsessed with himself like he unironically refers to himself as the emperor when i tell you there’s nothing i want more than to make this man beg on his knees i mean it – what a pretty sight that would be hm? <3 all his past lovers probably treated him like he was god’s greatest gift to women (HE IS NOT) – and by now he’s not only used to it but comes to expect it – so when he meets you and you’re like “mm you’re kind of a prick leave me alone thenk yew✨✨” he’s just. so scandalized LMFAO suddenly he’s the one chasing after you and vying for a shred of your attention oooohh yes that’s exactly what he deserves how it should be

2. ITOSHI SAE — listen he might be my precious babygirl now but i used to hate this mans guts like no other and that little resentment still lives on in my heart in the form of wanting this man’s downfall to be a woman like don’t tell me that’s not the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. he’s just so single-mindedly focused on soccer – japan’s treasure and what not – and thinks he can get away with being an asshole because of it but you place down your foot and tell him to cut the bullshit or you’ll find someone who treats you better (AMEN SISTER) and suddenly he’s grappling with the reality that shit he might just fall apart without you yes girl make him suffer

3. OLIVER AIKU — i couldn’t not include the resident fuckboy here mmmm the possibilities for him are endless and each one more delicious than the last. he might not be as insufferable as the others but he still thinks extremely highly of himself, especially when it comes to his way with the ladies. typical “oh no i don’t do relationships” kinda guy who can show you a good time for a night before dipping in the morning – and you just don’t want that. so you reject his advances, say you’re not interested and move on, but for some reason, oliver can’t. literally physically wounds his pride when he crawls back for a second chance but you don’t budge, still wary of him due to his past behavior unless he can show you otherwise. and the way he scrambles to prove himself as trustworthy to you? god tier groveling from a man YUMM

[kimmingyuswifee]

Destiny? - Kim Mingyu fic

*Y/n pov*

My friends and I were on a trip and coincidently we met SEVENTEEN who were in the opposite bus beside ours. (They were also in Italy for a vacation because they were shooting a reality show where they relaxed and enjoyed) We were so damn excited to see them!! We got off the bus and met all the members until my eyes darted on the one whom I cherish the most from the group, Kim Mingyu. He looked really tall, handsome yet cute with his golden retriever energy. I was enchanted to meet him~

All of us introduced ourselves to each other and decided to take a stroll around for a while. It was almost evening, and we decided to make a small group to share the rooms because there were a lot of people on this trip.

We played rock, paper, scissors (the iconic game lol), and decided our roommates. I was happy that Dokyeom, Minghao, Mingyu, and I were the roommates. We checked in the hotel room, and it was damn luxurious and spacious. So it was big enough for all of us to fit in.

We were tired from the travel, so we just decided to chill and do nothing. After a while, Dokyeom started playing music because we were getting bored. He played "Crazy Form" by Ateez, and I got so excited and told him, "Yooo I'm a fan of Ateez!! I love listening to their music!" (Don't come at me for mentioning another group cuz I'm a multistan lmao)

Dokyeom agreed with me enthusiastically. But then Mingyu scoffs, asking, "Oh really? So don't you like our music?" He raised his eyebrow. Ngl I was caught a bit off guard and got intimidated when I saw his facial expressions. I said, "N-no, it's not like that. I love listening to your music, it's just that I'm new to this group, and I love this kind of genre." He just hummed to my response.

Minghao, who was quiet the whole time listening to this, answered, "Come on Mingyu, don't take it so seriously. People love listening to various artists, and she's a carat as well. As long as they support and love us, we are grateful for that." To which Mingyu replied, "Yeah yeah, you are right."

Dokyeom who was vibing to the song, asked me, "Heyy who's your bias from Ateez?" I replied, "Oh I'm a newbie, so I don't really have one, but I like all of them!"

He chuckled and said, "Now that's how a fan should be! Supportive to all the members!" I agreed while laughing, and I was interrupted in between by Mingyu. He asked, "Whom do you like from Seventeen?"

I felt so weak on my knees when I saw him spreading his legs on the couch, looking at me intensely while slightly clenching his jaw, and asked as if he got jealous by the way I got close to Dokyeom easily.

I replied, "Uhh... it's actually you- you are my bias." to which he smirked and said, "Oh yeah? that's great, you got my attention." Before I could say something, Minghao interrupted us, "Guyss I'm hungry!! Let's go and have dinner, and then you can continue with your talks." to which we all agreed and went outside the room to meet everyone.

(This was just a shitty one ik but i guess it needs a part 2 right? Let's see how it goess <3)

Pt.2

Taglist: @gyukookswhore @joshuawifey @f4iryjjosh @wonwooz1

[kisara-kaiba]

OKAY THE KINKY BLUES HAS ME INTRIGUED PLEAAASE HEAR ME OUT ON SUGGESTIONS/BRAINSTORMING/HOPES/DREAMS. alright so it cant be in Temptation, the kink requires its own pocket dimension, first of all. as the biggest fanboygirl of their cycle of dominance and submission im gonna start off with that. a really fun and naturally flowing dom-sub dynamic for them is born in ancient egypt. if set put her aside as his property and tried to experiment with her ka with slowly increasing pressure whilr kisara was like "this kind man who saved me twice feeds me and shelters me who cares if hes tying me down and writing spells on my skin lol" it goes apeshit from there. TWO-this can be from many modern aus with little work, basically an in love blueship that seemlessly slipped into a dom-sub dynamic consciously switching it up a lil. whether that has seto giving orders while tied up on his knees or kisara begging to tie him up would be..that would go BRRRR. THREE. biting kink. straight up. no notes. id be fine with a 400 word introspective of either of one of them watching the bite marks they left on the other and their feelings about it. id settle. itd be enough.

how we feeling. any of thesr sound desirable. wanna brainstorm more. ill come knocking at your door like an unhinged mormon. anyway wanna tell you regardless, absolutely no pressure what you may or may not end up writing i just wanted to yell at someone about kinky blues, have a great day

S C R E E C H I NG this is why ily blueshipping king you just get my vision <333 that ancient Egypt idea has got me going f e r a l just thinking about it and i’ve thought for so long that i should write some mizushipping at some point anyway so yesssss. also biting is uh. yes please.

anyway okay now you got me started so strap in because this is gonna be a long ramble. so i feel like there’s several points about how i imagine their dynamic that i have to unpack here (putting it under a cut bc length or if ppl are uncomfy with this stuff)

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i am unfortunately boring in the way that i’ll ultimately always wanna write Seto as the dominant one just bc of my own personal preferences. BUT that obv doesn’t mean Kisa wouldn’t have a fair amount of control over the situation, both bc a healthy dom/sub dynamic requires it in terms of consent and boundaries ofc, but also bc a) Seto is so extreme in his need for Kisara’s explicit permission to do basically anything to her (even the vanilla stuff) because he’s so painfully precious about her well-being and also constantly plagued by not feeling worthy of her and b) while i think Kisa wants to be dominated i think she also realllly enjoys the control of knowing she’s got Seto wrapped around her little finger and could make him do any depraved thing she wants to her just by looking at him in the right way. so yeah i think they both know who’s really in control behind the scenes lol

i’m also DYING to get into Seto’s inevitable mental struggle to reconcile his thoughts and feelings of “she is a perfect goddess and i’m a mere mortal unworthy of even looking at her let alone touch her” and “i’d die to protect her and if anyone hurts her i’ll fucking kill them” vs his desire to be the one who gets to take this perfect goddess and make her submit to him, kneel before him, own and control and ruin her perfectly (because if there’s one thing we all know about Seto Kaiba is that he’ll make sure the divine yields to him, and not the other way around). I guess the key things there is that he alone is allowed to hurt her and no one else.

On this note i do however think Seto would be so conflicted about physically hurting Kisa, even if she very clearly and explicitly wants him to, because he just struggles with being so overprotective of her and not wanting to see her injured or in pain. but this would also be delicious to write him being all conflicted due to the guilt of causing her pain vs the fact that doing so is super fucking hot and he can’t resist doing it, esp not when she’s literally begging him to. Taking all of his frustrations after a long day out on her more than willing body would be so cathartic and tempting but also associated with so much guilt and worry about getting too into it and going too far.

I also definitely see Kisa as being the more extreme of them, to the point where i can actually see her be just a little bit unhealthily masochistic because she doesn’t really value herself due to past trauma, giving her a self-destructive streak and kinda fucked-up notions along the lines of ultimately being deserving of pain and suffering, that someone hurting her equals caring about her and wanting her, and that the ultimate thing she can do to show someone that she really loves and trusts them is to just offer herself up completely to use and do whatever they want to, which Seto would have to try to handle and mitigate because he’s ultimately not gonna let her use him to actually really hurt herself (and you know it would also break his heart a thousand times over to realise just how little she values and cares about herself due to her fucked up past). But I could also write it kinda funny in that whole “sub suggesting increasingly violent/fucked up things while the dom goes ‘idk that’s scary’” lmao. I think Kisa is a bit annoyed that people (especially Seto) tend to see her as this fragile, porcelain flower and wants to prove that she is perfectly capable of taking a (consensual) beating.

Outside of strictly sexual stuff i can also see Kisa as very much an ‘everyday/domestic acts of service’ kinda sub who just wants to bring Seto his coffee when he’s working and a drink when he comes home from work and make sure to always wash and iron his clothes and put them out before he leaves in the morning, tying his tie before he leaves and untying it when he gets home and cooking and serving his meals for him (which tbh wouldn’t just be about her being submissive but also bc she just wants to make sure he actually takes care of himself with like, eating and taking coffee breaks bc you know that man doesn’t take care of himself if left unchecked). And I think this also ties in with her sense of self-worth being tied to being useful and helping others because she doesn’t really see herself as valuable unto herself, but also maybe acts of service is just kinda her “love language” too. i feel like this is the sort of thing i could maybe include in Temptation bc she’s already pretty much like this there, with to me pretty obvious undertones that her working as Seto’s assistant is definitely triggering a submissive side in her.

Temptation also has the whole thing with Seto secretly enjoying Kisa wearing her KaibaCorp pin while working because it marks her as his for the world to see, and I definitely feel like that’d be a thing for him too. Branding her, either by things like visible bite marks/hickeys that she’s not allowed to cover up or something like a discreet necklace that is actually a collar (although tbf, with the fashion we see in the Yugioh universe, would anyone even blink at a BDSM-style collar? Like Yugi’s already wearing fetish gear as his everyday clothes lmao). I mean, Seto’s already pretty big on putting his branding on literally everything, so Kisa would be no exception (also imagine the ridiculous extravagance and amount of money and care Seto would put into a collar for Kisa).

While I’m not really into the idea of Seto being submissive per se, I do think both he and Kisa could easily have praise kinks because they both crave validation in their own ways and for someone to telling them that they’re doing/being good (Seto wouldn’t admit that though, but if I allow for some submissiveness on his part I think being called a good boy could fix him). But with him as the dom it also totally tracks for him to make Kisa worship him and stroke his ego in that way. On that theme, however, I could also imagine him making her allow him to worship her as a kind of ‘punishment’ bc he knows she has a hard time accepting that but that it’s also something that’s good for her to hear.

Also I can totally see Kisa being a little bratty as a sub sometimes because she likes to talk back to Seto and be deliberately cheeky, disrespectful and provocative (both because she enjoys the control of getting him riled up and because she knows that the more she gets him worked up the more forceful and intense he’ll be about putting her back into place afterwards).

Okay so this turned into a fic-chapter length essay about this topic instead of actually writing the fic (bc *ofc* i’d do that) but please lmk what you think!!! (and hopefully i'll use your ideas + my rambling and turn in into fic eventually)

[psychotic4ghost]

:Siren & The 141:

A/n: I didn't mean to write smut again. But I'm actually really proud of this one lol. This is kind of more filler but this is probably one of my more favorite chapters so far. Enjoy. Masterlist prev pt next pt

🚨 Warnings 🚨 Smut (18+ MDNI), Scars, Wounds, Vomit, Hangover, mentions of alcohol

Chapter 6 - Bonding*

Mykie woke abruptly to small beeps of a tactile watch next to her head. Deep snores grumbled around her. The smell of whiskey and tequila tangled together in her nose. An unfamiliar heat was present under her body. Ghost. He was still cuddled up around her. His mask was all twisted and he was still dressed in his attire from the day before. The blankets were still neatly made under them. A slight pounding sounded in Mykie’s skull. A headache. A hangover headache. 

Mykie quickly untangled herself from the large man in her bed and dashed to the small bathroom attached to her room. The sunlight hit her eyes, causing her to wince as she dropped to her knees in front of the already open toilet. The cool tile felt nice against her skin but the calm ended abruptly as she felt the bile work its way up her throat. The burn of her stomach acid mixed with old alcohol burned her esophagus as she retched into the toilet bowl below her. 

Ghost hovered in the doorway. He was woken by her abrupt movements when she climbed out of the bed. He watched over her as she spilled the contents out. He carefully made his way to her, he moved her hand from her hair and held it for her. His touch made her jump for a brief moment. But she would be crazy to question the help, especially while she emptied her stomach. 

“Doin’ alright love?” Ghost asked, his morning voice more rugged and deep. 

“N-no…” Mykie sniffed. She could feel another wave coming moments after she spoke. The retching continued for another few minutes. 

Mykie sat back, her arm slung over the edge of the bowl as her body finally relaxed. Ghost dropped her hair but made sure to keep it out of her face. He moved to the sink and grabbed her rinsing cup that sat on the edge of the small sink. He filled it with the tap and crouched back down to Mykie who graciously took the water. She filled her mouth, did some swishes and spit back into the toilet. After a few swishes, Ghost flushed the toilet as Mykie sat back against the wall. 

“C’mon, lift your arms.” Ghost ordered. He lifted Mykie’s shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor.  Mykie crossed her arms over her chest as her head rolled back.

“Don’t go getting shy on me now. Don’t forget what I did to ya.” Ghost chuckled at the sight of Mykie shielding herself. “I’m not here for that anyway, just let me help you, love.” 

Mykie sighed and reluctantly set her arms to the side. Ghost tugged her jeans down her legs and made quick work of removing her under garments. “Still beautiful though.” Ghost mumbled out. 

“You’re a good man, Simon…” Mykie trailed. She was still extremely exhausted. She lifted her good arm up for him to use to pull her into the shower he started. “You should join me. Please…it’s so hard to shower with my arm like this.” 

“We gotta get those wraps off first before anythin’.” Ghost set her down on the toilet lid, her naked form shivered as she met the cold, porcelain toilet lid. He began slowly peeling the bandage back from her wound. It was healing well but after the punch and sleeping on it weird, it was definitely irritated. Most rooms were stocked with basic medical equipment. Nothing like the nurses wing, but enough to get by. Ghost opened the cupboard under the sink and grabbed some salin, new gauze and some wrap. He set them down for use after the shower. 

“Let’s get you clean, yeah? You still smell like a pub.” Ghost moved back to Mykie, who was fighting to stay awake. “I guess I have to join you. Or at least help you.” He chuckled to himself as he watched her lull her head. Ghost stripped himself of his clothes. He lifted Mykie to her feet and dragged her into the shower. The cold water caused her back to arch, a soft moan of delight left her lips. The water rushed through her hair, soothing her scalp. 

“Fuck I needed this.” She groaned. Her hands rested on Ghost’s chest as he wrapped his arms around her middle, keeping her from falling back. “I think I can stand okay now.” Mykie sighed, the water relaxed her muscles and helped wake her up. She turned to face the water, her back towards Ghost, she winced as the water rushed over her wound. The skin was still raw and tender. The ache of punching Gaz started to grow. 

Ghost took notice of her winces, he lowered his unmasked lips to the top of her shoulder and planted soft kisses. He let his lips make a trail along her shoulder blades and up her neck. Soft moans fell from her lips as he did. 

“Ghost, your mask…do you want me to keep my eyes away?” Mykie asked, realizing he obviously wouldn’t wear it in the shower. 

“No, it’s fine. Just don’t tell the boys how hot I am.” Ghost teased. “And I’m just Simon without the mask, love.” He mumbled against her skin. 

“I-I’ve never seen…” Mykie turned to face him, curiosity overwhelmed her thoughts. He was beautiful. The shower lighting didn’t do him justice. His dirty blonde hair was still slightly fluffy, the water hadn’t touched it yet. His skin was pearly. She had felt his beard scruff against her back but now, she could see the dirty blonde stubble line his chin, jaw, and upper lip. And oh his lips, so plump. She had seen this chin and lips before, but to see them with his whole face; it was something only a god could chisel. His nose was slightly crooked, probably from being broken, just like hers. 

“Y-you weren’t kidding.” Mykie stumbled on her words. He was absolutely gorgeous. She could stand there and stare at him for hours. 

Simon let out a soft chuckle. Mykie’s eyes trailed down his body, she had seen it before but now, seeing every piece of him, it was breathtaking. “Why me?” Mykie asked as her eyes met his. 

“I’m not sure. I mean, Price has seen my face but only in quick little bursts. There’s something about you I feel I can trust.” Simon sighed. “Don’t get too used to it. This is a personal and a very very private thing.” 

“I won’t, I promise. Just…let me see your face every so often. I might die if I don’t.” Mykie joked. Simon chuckled and nodded his head. 

Mykie cautiously raised her hand to his face. Before she could make contact, Simon placed his palm over her hand and pushed it closer to his face. She sighed as she felt the stubble of his cheek in her hand. His eyes fluttered shut as she rubbed small stripes along his cheek with her thumb. She watched as his brows tilted inward and relaxed. She took in as much as she could, committing it all to memory. She was taking mental photos, never wanting to forget each curve, each scar, each wrinkle on his face. 

Their shower lasted much longer than anticipated. Neither of them could keep their hands off one another. After many heated makeout sessions, Simon helped clean her wound. Once the shower ended, he dressed the wound for her, saving her a visit to the nurse. He left small kisses all around her shoulder as he wrapped the new bandage around her arm. He helped her with her bra and shirt too, something she had been struggling with since the incident. 

“Glad you two have finally decided to join the rest of the team.” Price announced as Ghost and Mykie entered the mess hall. His mask was back on and her hangover had died down enough for her to be around people. 

“Sorry, I had a nasty hangover, Ghost was just helping with my bandages.” Mykie confessed as she sat down next to Soap at the mess hall tables. “How’s your head this morning?” She asked the very exhausted looking Serg.

“Not. Good. I woke up with a thumpin’ headache and I couldn’t stop blowing chunks.” Soap complained. He was trying to force down a bowl of completely plain oatmeal. 

Ghost set down a coffee in front of Mykie. Made exactly how she liked it. She nodded a thanks before bringing the cup to her lips. She let out an ‘ahh’ as she set the cup down. “Have you been drinking water, mate?” She asked her fellow Scotsman. 

Soap let out a low groan as he shook his head. Mykie threw a knowing glance towards Ghost who promptly left to grab a cup of water. He set the cup down in front of Soap. “Drink.” He demanded. Soap reluctantly raised his head and gripped the cup. He groaned the whole time he was taking a drink. 

“Stop acting like a baby.” Mykie joked as she chowed into the bowl of oatmeal Ghost had also grabbed for her. He was back to his stoic and standoffish mannerisms that the rest of the team was used to. 

“How are you not dying from a hangover anymore?” Soap complained. 

“Took a cold shower, you should probably do the same. You still stink.” Mykie pinched her nose. 

Soap threw a scowl her way before lugging himself out of the bench and out the door of the mess hall. “Who else got as fucked up?” Mykie asked. 

“I’m pretty sure it was just you two. Alejandro and I definitely got close to drunk but you and Soap…you two were a show for sure.” Gaz in formed her as he too, munched on oatmeal. Mykie bowed her head, a little bit of embarrassment creeped on on her. 

Today was a no training day so the team lounged around and shared stories. Soap shared a few interesting stories about his childhood. Mykie, nor Ghost spoke much of their childhood. 

“Oh, I have one.” Mykie piped up. She still had stories from her life once she left her childhood home. “I was working at this small bar in London and this bloke came up and was hitting on me and what not. Told him I wasn’t interested and I was also on the job. He kept creeping on me for the rest of my shift. When I got off, he was out back waiting. My boss was worried of course, and tried to act tough for me. But neither my boss or the dude were expecting me, a 162 cm girl to pop him in the mouth. Broke his nose and popped a few teeth out. Sent him running and I think my boss was scared of me after.” Mykie shrugged. Soap was in awe, as usual. Ever since Mykie joined the 141, Soap and Gaz would flirt with her any chance they got. 

“What I would give to be socked in the nose by you.” Soap said a little too seriously. 

“I can if you want me to.” Mykie lifted her good arm jokingly. 

“How about no.” Gaz pushed down Mykie’s balled fist. Soap and Mykie both let out deep chuckles. 

Their nights went on like this for about a week. By week two of their short break, Price had put training back on full blast. They were expecting the mission to resume at any moment now. Training for that evening just ended and everyone was winding down. Mykie’s shoulder was healing surprisingly quick. By the day 11 marker, she had full mobilitie of her arm. 

The water from the shower head poured over Mykie’s dirt from training covered skin. Thick hands rubbed at her arms, the soft groan from Simon vibrated in her ear. 

“Looks like it healed pretty quickly, and well too, shouldn’t scar as bad.” He mumbled again her shoulder. 

“I hope so, don’t need another gnarly bullet wound.”

“Mmm, but I like the scars.” Simon was doing work on her neck and shoulders, leaving small wet kisses over her skin as he brought his hands around to her tummy. He pushed her back into him and gave her a soft hug. Mykie lulled her head back against his shoulder, taking in his warmth. The steam from the shower engulfed the two in a soft shadow. 

“We should really get clean. As much as I love this, Price is expecting us.” Mykie turned to face Simon. His eyes locked onto hers, hunger filled his eyes as he examined her face. 

“I can make it quick.” He groaned as he pulled her lips into a deep, savory kiss. 

“If we don’t finish in the next 5 minutes, I’m edging us both.” Mykie threatened against his lips.  

“I always like a challenge.” Simon smirked a devilish smirk. “Up.”

Mykie obliged. She lifted her legs to help Simon pick her up. He pressed her back against the cold tile wall, sending a shiver through Mykie’s spine. His lips made small marks along her neck and collar bone. His hands firmly gripped her ass as he supported her. 

“You gotta do it, line me up.” Simon ordered. Mykie reached down between her legs and took hold of Simon’s already hard cock. She lined him up at her entrance. He wasted no time pushing up and into her. Mykie sucked in air quickly at the sensation. She had to adjust to his size every time they did this. This would mark three times now.

“Fuck…” Simon hissed out as he slowly pushed further in. Mykie let out soft moans as he bottomed out inside her. 

“M-move. Move please, Simon.” Mykie begged against his neck. 

“Needy today aren’t you?” Simon chuckled. She could feel his chest lift and rise as he chuckled and breathed heavily. 

Without warning, Simon pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in quickly, setting a brutal pace. “You’re giving me five minutes, I’m gonna have you cumming in two.” He grunted against her ear as he found his fast pace. 

Mykie couldn’t stop the moans that fell from her lips. He was moving so quickly and roughly. This angle allowed him to reach deep inside her, hitting that spot with every single thrust. He was large enough to usually do the job well but this angle, oh god, Mykie was in heaven. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes, her breathing was staggered, her high was coming and it was coming fast. 

“Si…Si I’m c-close. Don’t s-stop please.” Mykie begged as her head fell back against the tile. Her lips were slightly parted as small whimpers left her. Simon watched her face as he pounded into her. He drank up the sexed out look on her face. Knowing he was the reason was pushing him closer and closer to his climax. 

“Cum. Cum for me.” Simon grunted into her ear. He was so close but he’d be damned if he came first. He wanted to make her feel good, his pleasure was just an added bonus to seeing how he makes her feel. 

Mykie’s legs pushed tighter around his waist, her head fell into his shoulder and she gripped tightly onto his shoulders, nails digging into the flesh as the coil in her abdomen snapped. Pleasure ripped through her small body. “Si, holy f-fuck. Oh my god. C-cum in me.” She begged.

Simon chuckled, satisfied with her reaction, let his own climax take over. He let go, his hot seed filling her tight cunt as she continued to squeeze around him. “Jesus fuck, Mykie…” Simon panted against her neck. 

He gently set her back down, making sure her legs were stable. “We really need to get going.” Mykie sighed, still catching her breath. Simon chuckled as he nodded his head. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” Simon began scrubbing her body with her loofah and he washed her hair for her. 

“Look out Gaz, I can punch you now.” Mykie joked as she showed off her now healed scar. 

“Gonna be a gnarly scar, it’ll look dope.” Soap said as he examined her arm. 

“Add to the other one nicely, I guess.” Mykie let out a light laugh. 

“Other one?” Gaz asked, both him and Soap cocked their eyebrows at her. 

“Oh, right. You guys haven’t seen it.” Mykie said as she slowly lifted her tank top to reveal her bullet wound on her left abdomen. Her rather large scar was now out in the open for the boys to see. Ghost paid no mind as he had seen it many times before. Instead, he watched the boys. He watched their reactions making sure neither of them said anything negative. 

“Mykie, that’s dope. Scars look good on you, lass.” Soap piped up after finally closing his jaw. Gaz nodded his head in agreement. 

“Well thanks. I don’t show it off much. It’s story is uh…not the best.” She said as she dropped her shirt. For the rest of the night they all sat around talking about their scars and how they got them. 

[xserenemeadowsx]

Unconditional Love (Chapter 4)

By xSereneMeadowsx

Link for Chapter 3: https://www.tumblr.com/xserenemeadowsx/718885242606370816/unconditional-love-chapter-3?source=share

A/N: Thank you so much everyone for the likes and follows. :) I really appreciate it! :) I hope all of you enjoy this chapter! I’m posting this at almost 1am my time. LOL!

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Chapter 4

“We need to ask the kongs for help. I’m sure they won’t mind helping us again,” Peach said. She, Mario, Luigi, Toad, and the council were all gathered in the meeting room discussing ideas on what to do about Bowser and rescuing Y/N.

“They do have strong forces. You’re sure that they will align themselves with us?” The toad councilman dressed in blue asked.

“I’m sure of it. We have been getting along so well with each other.” The princess was more than convinced that the kongs would help them.

“They do have a great number of available kongs to help us out. They’re strong fighters,” Mario said trying to convince the council to go along with Peach’s idea. He believed that they could be of help.

“Besides, we know Bowser more than likely wants to try and take over all the kingdoms by hunting down for another SuperStar as well. It would be best to bring up strong forces against him and his subordinates.” Peach wanted to believe that they could win with the help of King Cranky, Donkey Kong, and the other kongs. They had fought together once before thanks to Mario helping convince the kongs that she and the toads were strong of heart and strength.

“Hmm…I see where you’re coming from your highness. I think it would be best to have the kongs help us out.” He then turned to look at his colleagues, “Council? Are we all in agreement with the princess and her idea?”

Mario gave Peach a hopeful look that they would go along with her plan. Luigi and Toad were also convinced the council would follow through. They all waited with bated breath as they watched the toad in blue quietly talk with the other council members. After a few more minutes had gone by, the toad dressed in blue turned to look at the princess.

“Your highness, we are all in agreement with your plan. We will gather the citizens of the city and move them to a safer area. There is a possibility that our city may become a battle ground,” the councilman explained.

“Excellent. Mario, Luigi, Toad, and I will all head out to the Jungle Kingdom soon,” Peach replied.

“Yes, Princess. Understood,” the councilman responded. He and the other council members left the room while Peach and the others remained behind.

“Told ya they would see it your way,” Mario said as he gave Peach a pat on the back.

Peach smiled at Mario, “You were right. I also had another idea that I think may be beneficial to us.”

“What would that be?” Luigi asked with curiosity.

“I think we should go to the kingdom of the Yoshies. They could be helpful in our battle as well. Plus, they are great for transportation,” Peach answered.

“Huh…I guess that could work out in our favor. We could have them along with the go-karts from the kongs,” Toad said.

“Exactly! The more help we have, the better off we’ll be. We’ll get Y/N back soon enough and take Bowser down!” Peach had determination reflecting in her blue eyes as she pumped her arms and made fists of her hands.

“Yeah!” Mario, Luigi, and Toad all cheered.

“Let’s get ready to head out. Meet me in the main corridor in half in hour,” Peach told the brothers and mushroom man.

The three of them nodded in understanding. They all went their separate ways to gather a few essentials from around the town.

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Y/N drank some of the water that had been provided for her as she sat in the cage. She hadn’t cried for very long, but the stress she felt greatly affected her. She didn’t like being locked up and she felt horrible for letting this happen. She closed her eyes as she gathered up her legs, resting her arms on her knees and laid her chin to rest on top of her arms. Why couldn’t this all be a bad dream?

She heard a door opening and saw a Koopa carrying a small tray of food. Kamek had appeared to transport the food into Y/N’s cage. The tray appeared in front of her, and she stared down at the contents. She wasn’t sure what this food was and was almost afraid to eat it.

“It’s not poisoned. Bowser needs you to help him. He wouldn’t do that,” Kamek explained trying to ease Y/N’s worries.

“I didn’t think it was poisoned, but…” She drifted off. The food still looked questionable to her. The silver tray had something that looked like roast beef (possibly) along with (maybe) mashed potatoes. She sighed and picked up the silverware that lay on the tray. At least the silverware was familiar to her with a fork and knife being provided to her.

“Well, this is the only food you’re getting. Eat it and be energized,” Kamek said as he and the Koopa walked out of the throne room.

Y/N knew that she didn’t have any other food choices. She would have to make do with what was given to her. She could at least be grateful that Bowser wouldn’t let her starve. She still wished she had better accommodation than this cage. How was she supposed to go to the restroom? They didn’t possibly expect her to just go in here, did they? She wasn’t some animal. Y/N decided to worry about that later and try the food in front of her.

She used the fork and knife to cut up the supposed meat and took a small bite. It was rather chewy, but not terribly so. She continued to chew and swallow the food. The meat did have some good spice on it, she had to admit, and the sauce covering it wasn’t too bad either. She scooped up some possible mashed potato and chewed the contents. The potato didn’t disappoint either. Now she was very thankful to be getting such a meal. She savored every bite she took since she wasn’t sure exactly when the next meal would be.

Finishing her meal, Y/N pushed the tray away from her and sipped on her water. The meal and the events throughout the day caught up to her, bringing in fatigue. She figured it would be best to try and get some shut eye. She curled herself into a ball and used her hands to make a pillow for her head. This was not the most comfortable, but it was all she could do. At least, she shouldn’t get cold due to the heat from the lava flowing. That did make her nervous. She would have to watch where she was going if they allowed her to walk around in here at all.

She wanted to try to figure out a way to escape. How though? How would she find her back to Peach, Mario, and the others? She didn’t exactly have a map she could pull up. Should she wait to be rescued? Maybe, that was her only option. She wanted to leave, but she didn’t want to risk getting herself lost in this world either. She wanted to think and believe that the princess, the brothers, and the mushroom man would all come to her aid. Y/N decided that that would be the best course of action to take as much as she really didn’t want to wait in this place. She would do her best in dealing with her current situation.

Y/N finally closed her eyes, calming her mind down with happy thoughts and memories to think about as her mind slowly carried her away to dreamland.

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Bowser lay in his bed as sleep was not coming to him as easily right now. He shouldn’t have napped on his throne while waiting for Kamek to return to him with Y/N. He couldn’t help himself though and had to rest his eyes. He grumbled a bit as he chose to try sleeping on his right side which had him facing a wall. He needed to get sleep.

‘Just think about Peaches and the success of your song to her,’ He mentally told himself. ‘Her beautiful blond hair, her dark blue eyes that can put the night sky to shame. Her bravery and hatred of me is intoxicating.’

He smiled to himself when images of the princess continued to appear in his mind. His mind finally allowed him to enter dreamland and the princess welcomed him with open arms.

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Y/N awoke with a start. Her dream had been extremely random and quite adventurous. She had been traveling down into a cave when a giant moth greeted her and was about to swoop her up. She shook her head to get rid of the images. Dreams really could be quite bizarre when they wanted to be. She sat up and stretched her arms. Her hands hurt a bit from using them as a pillow, but hoped the pain would calm down after a while.

She saw the tray had been taken out of her cage and replaced with a new one with breakfast food. Deciding not to question the food, Y/N ate it and was pleasantly surprised at the taste. It tasted of scrambled eggs and bacon to her. She continued eating and drank the water that had also been replenished for her.

“Good morning, Songwriter,” a familiar voice greeted her. Bowser looked up at Y/N sitting in her cage. “Enjoying your stay?” He asked in an almost mocking way.

As much as she was grateful for the delicious food and water, Y/N couldn’t be happy in the cage, “Well, I do wish for an actual bed, but I am grateful for the food and water.” She decided to smile at him to show that he couldn’t bring down her mood entirely. She wouldn’t let him tear her down.

“Humph. Get ready to help me work on my song. Kamek will let you out shortly,” Bowser said as he frowned at her.

Y/N laughed, “I’m as ready as I’ll ever be. Didn’t exactly bring a change of clothes and I don’t want prying eyes on me either.” She was proud of herself for displaying a different front than what Bowser saw of her yesterday. It wasn’t easy as she had to control the tone in her voice, but it was well worth it. Kill him with kindness.

Bowser sighed irritably and walked out of the throne room. He was hoping to annoy her a bit and intimidate her. No matter though. He would ensure that she would help him exactly as he intended. No arguments and no getting a say in how the song was represented so long as the song was good and conveyed his feelings.

The King of the Koopas made his way to the room that contained his piano. He opened the doors and walked toward the piano, running a clawed hand over the cover. It was good to have his piano back. The one in the cage he had wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t nearly as good as his. This room allowed more notes and sounds to flow all around as he played out songs. The room would even change and show images of whatever background he desired. It felt like one was literally transported to another world. It was quite a spectacle to behold.

As Bowser sat down at the piano and opened the cover, the doors opened revealing one of his many guards along with Y/N. The guard and human walked into the room and Y/N took in her surroundings. What a ginormous room! The guard gave a bow to his king and walked out of the room, closing the doors behind him.

“Quit gawking and come over here,” Bowser said impatiently.

“Sorry. This room is amazing though!” Y/N truthfully was astonished. The piano, so big and grand, the walls displaying almost rainbow-like colors together, and the polished floors. It felt like stepping into something from a fairy tale or movie. She walked over to him, standing by the piano.

“Uh…thanks,” Bowser said slightly taken aback from the girl’s expression. He cleared his throat, “Now tell me, the song you sang to those pesky plumbers and toad. What was it called?”

Y/N looked at him incredulously, “Wait…how did you…oh.” She then realized it had to be his wizard who told him.

“Kamek showed me footage of you singing your song. Just answer my question!” He was losing his patience.

Y/N slightly jumped from his yelling. Bowser, upon noticing her body flinch slightly, gave a small smirk at the reaction. “Okay, okay. It wasn’t actually my song-“

“What?” He shouted.

Y/N backed up slightly from the piano, showing her nerves, “It-It wasn’t my song. It was a song I sang by another artist. Katy Perry is the artist, and the song was called Unconditionally.”

Bowser stared at her intensely like he had done yesterday. Y/N didn’t like being the focus of his gaze. The anger and fire within the Koopa King almost became too much for Y/N to handle.

“Do you have any songs of your own?” he asked with a voice that could kill. He was still irritated but was trying to control himself. He knew he sometimes lit his fuse too easily when getting angry at others. He was beginning to wonder about her credibility as a songwriter.

“I…” This was just great. Y/N didn’t want to lie to him, but she was afraid of what would happen with telling him otherwise, “I um…I’ve dabbled a bit and tried writing a song of my own…”

“Tell me about it,” Bowser demanded.

Y/N slightly tensed up, “It uh…it involves longing for peace and…wanting to be with that special someone…” She was being truthful here. She had just written this out as a scene and not so much in the form of lyrics. She was hoping to write this out as a song eventually.

“Hmm…” Bowser was intrigued by this. “That could do…Come over here and sit with me.”

“Uh…couldn’t I just stand by the piano?” Y/N really didn’t want to sit next to the intimidating king.

“No. You will do as I say and sit next to me,” he said expressing impatience once again.

Y/N complied and sat down next to him. She looked at him as he put his clawed hands on the piano and began to play his song. A picture frame sat on the piano that Y/N just now took notice of. It was a picture of Peach. Bowser looked to the picture as he played his song and began to sing. The music itself was quite pretty and the lyrics…well…Y/N wasn’t too sure about all the lyrics. While some of them seemed fine, they also sounded very greedy and demanding…

Bowser finished playing his song and looked at Y/N, “That is my song. Now tell me what more could I add to it?”

This was a lot to take in. While she did find the music great, the lyrics needed work and a lot of it, “Um well…instead of talking about how you’ll make her yours, try to sing more about her herself. You don’t want to come off as being too possessive-“

“How is my song too possessive?!” he asked in anger. “I am stating fact here. I will make her mine.”

Y/N’s (eye color) widened, slightly scared by him yelling at her, ‘Have to stand my ground.’ She blinked up at him, trying to blink away the tears that were trying to form, “You want to show her your love, right?”

“Of course, I do!” Bowser responded.

“You show love through acts of kindness and understanding. If you force someone to be with you, they’ll grow to resent you,” Y/N spoke with a fire in her eyes.

“I didn’t ask you to lecture me! You will help me win Peaches back and I will do as I see fit!” He roared with irritation as his eyes glowed with fiery.

Y/N flinched once more from his yelling. How could she possibly help him if he wouldn’t let her? “I can’t help you if you keep yelling at me you jerk!” she said and gasped. She covered her mouth, very afraid, she made him beyond angry.

Bowser gave Y/N the most over the edge look she had ever been given by anyone. It utterly caused her body to tremble and shake. She stood up from the piano bench and started backing away. Bowser got up and walked up to her, reaching her in no time. He grabbed her tightly in his clawed hands. Y/N gasped from being handled so roughly and tightly, her eyes watering again.

“What. Did. You. Just. Say. To. Me. Songwriter?” He spoke each word deliberately with venom dripping out.

Y/N now had tears streaming down her face. She had been doing so well until now. “I-I…I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that…” Her sobs became louder as she continued crying. “I’m really sorry…Please, I…I won’t say anything like that again…” How she wished she could pass out then and there. She didn’t want to look into his raging eyes again. She closed her eyes as a few more tears streamed out.

Bowser slightly loosened his grip on her, “Do you promise that?”

“Y-Yes.” She hiccupped her reply.

“Look me in the eye and promise me that,” he commanded.

She slowly, with hesitance, opened her (eye color) eyes to look at his red ones who pierced her deeply, “I promise,” she spoke with sadness and nervousness in her voice.

He wasn’t entirely convinced, “Promise me like you mean it. Quit crying.”

She tried to calm herself down by taking slow breaths. In and out. In and out. She looked at him again in the eye, “I promise,” she was able to say in a calmer voice.

“Hmph. Good. That’s better,” he said as he put Y/N back down on the floor.

Y/N took in a few more breaths of air as Bowser walked back to the piano and sat down on the piano bench.

“Well, come back over here Songwriter,” Bowser said, patting the spot next to him.

He almost seemed to do a complete 180. One second, he could be full of rage, and the next, he could act as though nothing traumatic happened. Y/N walked over and sat down next to him, making sure her body wouldn’t touch his to give as much space as possible. Bowser took notice but didn’t say anything.

“Now, tell me what else I need to add into the song,” Bowser said turning to look at Y/N.

Y/N looked at him but would avert her gaze to the piano or walls of the room. She couldn’t keep her eyes focused on him, “You could talk about what else makes you attracted to her. Her personality besides appearance.”

Bowser took notice of Y/N constantly moving her eyes to look at anything else but him, “Look at me when you speak.” He reached out a claw and gently put it under her chin tilting her head up.

She gasped at the contact and looked at Bowser with surprise, “R-Right. Sorry.” She felt Bowser was only doing this purpose to get under her skin and she didn’t like it.

He removed his claw from her chin, “Her personality…well…she enjoys hating me…”

“Um…I mean things like her kindness. How she takes time in listening to the concerns of her citizens. Her laughter. The positive parts of her personality. I’m not sure it’s a good idea to consider her hating you as a positive part of her personality.” Y/N was glad that Bowser finally let her speak without interrupting her.

“Positive parts of her personality…as you said, her kindness and care for her kingdom are positive,” Bowser agreed.

“Yes. You could say things like, ‘Her laughter is like a sweet bell for my ears. Full of glee and joy.’ From there, try to form that into a line for the song,” Y/N explained.

Bowser liked the way Y/N thought through this writing process, “I see…”

The King and Songwriter continued talking about different parts of Peach’s personality. Though Y/N didn’t know Peach as well as Bowser did, she felt she was able to give some help and other ideas on what to put into the song. Now that they listed everything, they just needed to form the ideas into lyrics and put everything in a certain order.

“I’d say it’s time for a lunch break,” Bowser said as he stood up from the bench. “We have progressed well. I am pleased.”

“Uh, okay. Yes, I suppose we have,” Y/N said getting up.

“I’ll have Kamek escort you back to the cage,” Bowser said as he and Y/N exited the room.

“Oh, okay…” Y/N was a bit let down. She was hoping that possibly she could just have a meal outside of the cage for once. She felt as though she was being treated as nothing more than a pet in some ways.

Bowser called out to Kamek and had him take Y/N back to the cage and serve her a meal.

Y/N sat in her cage, picking at her food. It was hard for her to eat. Too much was on her mind. Bowser could be terrifying when he wanted to be. Images of what had happened replayed in her mind. She didn’t want to experience that ever again. She still didn’t understand either how it was someone could go after someone else who had no interest in them. Wouldn’t it be better to be with someone who shares your feelings and sentiments? This is what Y/N thought and it’s what she would strive for in any potential relationship.

She didn’t have much relationship experience, but she had enough to know that if one person feels a certain way and the other doesn’t, the relationship will not work out. Everything will come crashing down like a tidal wave crashing on the rocks and shore on a beach. She’d been through enough trouble with her last relationship and didn’t want to have another experience like it. She had been played for a fool by the guy she was last with. Being deceived as he so easily played with her heartstrings one by one. He acted like he was in love with her when he wasn’t at all.

Y/N shook her head to rid of the terrible memories. She knew she needed to eat. She quickly ate what looked to be the same meal she had last night. She didn’t mind it though. She ate fast and drank her water and then stared off into space waiting to be summoned again by the king.

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Bowser ate his meal at the large dining room table. He was happy that things were progressing well in coming up with more lyrics for the song. He couldn’t have asked for a better songwriter. He knew his Peaches would adore the song and fall for him. Her hatred would then turn into love for him. He would serenade her with his song in the most beautiful of places with his piano as she gazed at him. The princess would be amazed at his ability to play the piano and sing such heartfelt words. It was going to be perfect!

Suddenly, images of the events of this morning came to his mind. He was annoyed with how Y/N changed her behavior and how she had the nerve to call him a jerk. When he looked into her eyes though, he could see that she was an honest individual. He was grateful for that as he wouldn’t tolerate liars in his kingdom. He could see how much Y/N enjoyed the development of coming up with phrases and turning them into lyrics. She proved her usefulness to him.

He finished his meal and asked Kamek to fetch Y/N and meet him back in the piano room.

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Bowser sat on the piano bench and waited for Kamek to show up with Y/N. He lightly drummed his claws on the cover as he waited for them. He decided to try and occupy his mind with images of Peaches again. Her smile, her fair skin, her long blond hair, her elegance, and her grace. He couldn’t get enough of it.

The doors to the room suddenly opened revealing Kamek and Y/N.

“Sire,” Kamek said as he bowed and gave Y/N a little push into the room.

Y/N stumbled a bit, not expecting to be pushed and steadied herself.

Kamek closed the doors and Y/N made her way to the piano. She once again sat down on the bench, making sure that her body did not touch his.

“So, uh…I think after the chorus of you saying Peaches I love you, we can add in a line that says, ‘Your dark blue eyes make the stars shine at night. Your hair is the sunshine of my mornings when I awake.’ How does that sound?” Y/N was sure that these two lines would be a good start for after the chorus.

“Hmm…not bad. After that, we could say, ‘I hope you see how much you mean to me. Peaches, your sweetness is like candy for my teeth,’” Bowser replied.

“Ah that sounds so cheesy, but it is nice,” Y/N said. “It doesn’t hurt to have a few cheesy lines here and there.”

“Yes. It will be perfect,” Bowser confidently said.

“How about after that last line, we put in one more line to say, ‘You make my heart sing with your kindness. I want to be your right guy for all of time.’ Then, we can go back to the chorus. Sound good?” Y/N asked.

“Yes, that’s good,” Bowser said smirking.

“We can repeat the chorus one more time and then have a few more lines about her and back to the chorus for one last hoorah. Does that work for you?” Y/N was feeling like the song would be too short if more wasn’t added and she knew Bowser wanted this song to be longer than what he had written out.

“Yes. The last few lines should talk about her laughter and bravery,” Bowser said. “Hmm…’Your laughter is sweet ringing for my ears. I admire your bravery to stand up to your fears. I want to be your knight and wipe away your tears,’” Bowser suggested.

“Yeah, that could work. I feel like a few more lines should be added in. ‘I promise you this my dear. I will give you my all and won’t let you fall. You’re so precious to me and I need you to be with me’ Then, we go back to the chorus,” Y/N said.

“That should do,” Bowser said.

He began to play the song and sing the lyrics he and Y/N came up with along with what he originally wrote out. Y/N looked at him as he stared at the picture of Peach. Y/N could see his passion shining through and she had to admit, he was very good at playing the piano. The notes danced vigorously as he continued hitting each key. The words flow in tune with the waves of the music.

The room around them suddenly changed backgrounds. Y/N gasped as the scenery changed. Around them, a waterfall cascaded, and they were placed on a grassy field. It was night and the moon and stars shone brightly casting a spotlight on the two. Y/N smiled at the scenery and could see Bowser still gazing at the picture of the princess. He finished the tune and turned to look at Y/N.

The scenery hadn’t changed as Bowser looked at Y/N, “I think this song still needs some more work. What we have is good, but I feel the tune needs to be changed. Some of the lines shortened a bit.”

Y/N nodded. “Sure, we can go back to the drawing board. Is there anything specific you wanted to add in?”

“The song you were singing before to those pesky plumbers and the toad. Sing me that song right now.” Bowser wasn’t sure what came over him, but he felt that listening to another song by someone else could possibly help him out in making other edits for the song.

Y/N, surprised replied, “Uh…sure…okay.” She felt a bit awkward now. Maybe he did want to use it as a sort of inspiration? She began singing the song and Bowser looked at her with his full attention. She felt his eyes taking in everything she sang and slightly blushed from being stared at.

Bowser quite enjoyed hearing Y/N sing this song. Her voice was nice, and he felt…light hearing her sing. He felt as though this song was meant as a promise and he couldn’t help feeling like the song was a promise to him from her…wait a second…. he shook his head. What was he thinking? This was inspiration for his song for Peaches. Right. Peach is the main focus. It was like Peaches could sing this song and promise to love him.

Y/N finished singing the song, “Um…any inspiration?”

Bowser nodded his head, “Yes, my song for Peaches can be like a promise of my love to her.”

“Glad it could help you,” Y/N replied with a small smile. “It is a great song. One of my favorites.”

“Yes, it is…” Bowser agreed. “I think we should call it a day here. We’ll resume tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Y/N replied.

The king and human got up from the bench and the scenery changed back to normal. They both began walking out of the room and entered the long hallway.

“Kamek, take Y/N back to her cage and feed her some dinner,” Bowser said to the wizard who was coming up to the two of them.

“Yes, Sire,” Kamek replied as he ushered Y/N to follow him.

Y/N started moving along with Kamek down the hall when she felt a certain gaze hit the back of her head from the king. She turned around and could see Bowser looking at her. She stared at him a few seconds more before turning her head back around. Why was he looking at her like that?

Bowser shook his head and started walking away. Why did he do that? It was because the song was stuck in his head and Y/N’s voice was stuck in his head with the song. That was it. He focused on walking to the dining room to eat his meal that his koopas would’ve finished preparing by now.

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Mario, Luigi, Toad, and Peach had left the Mushroom Kingdom and were walking toward their next destination. The Yoshi Kingdom. The creatures were like dinosaurs, and they were very cute according to the princess. They were of different colors as well. The brothers were very intrigued by the descriptions Peach gave and Toad was excited to see a Yoshi again. It had been far too long since Toad last saw them. It was the same story for Peach.

“So uh, the Yoshies are like dinosaurs huh? Are they tall?” Mario asked.

“They’re a bit taller than me so they’re not towering creatures. Hence why it’s easy to use them for transportation,” Peach explained.

“Well, that’s good. The dinosaurs back in our world wouldn’t have been able to be used as transportation. Of course, they’re extinct and have been for many years,” Luigi said.

“Your dinosaurs no longer live? What happened to them?” Toad asked.

“A large meteor hit the earth causing all kinds of fire and explosions. The meteor broke into many pieces when it hit our planet, burning, and destroying everything,” Mario answered.

“Some speculate that something else made the dinosaurs go extinct, but I know most people believe the meteor hitting the earth to make the most sense,” Luigi said.

“What is the something else that could’ve happened?” Peach asked.

“Uh well…some people think maybe a flood wiped out everything,” Luigi answered. “I’m more onboard with the meteor myself.”

“Same,” Mario replied. “A flood is another possibility, but it doesn’t make sense to me either.”

“Wow, sad,” Toad said.

“Considering how the dinosaurs were, I don’t think humans would’ve been able to do everything they do today if the dinosaurs were still around,” Mario said.

“Nope! Definitely not!” Luigi agreed.

“That is too bad though,” Peach said. “Makes me wonder what Y/N’s opinion is…” She got a little sad. She felt terrible that Y/N was captured by Bowser. She also didn’t understand his reasoning for capturing Y/N. It couldn’t be anything more than a tactic to lure them all into a trap.

“We’ll find her Princess! Don’t worry!” Toad said trying to cheer himself and Peach up.

Peach smiled, “We will. Must stay positive.” She did believe that they would reach Y/N in no time and put a stop to Bowser. She just sometimes got a bit doubtful. Deep down though, she was someone who always looked to the positive side and saw the light at the end of the tunnel.

Mario and Luigi agreed with Toad and Peach. The four of them continued walking and decided to set up camp for the night. All of them had been walking in a forest-like area after exiting the Mushroom Kingdom and decided to call it a night. Setting up the camp wasn’t too complicated. They set up a fire to keep warm and laid out their sleeping bags, getting comfortable. With thoughts about what lay in store for them the next day, the brothers, mushroom man, and princess all went to sleep.

Link for Chapter 5: https://www.tumblr.com/xserenemeadowsx/719876599243227136/unconditional-love-chapter-5?source=share

[delphi-dreamin]

I Just Wanna Be (The Girl you Like)

[Stream 5]

The announcement is made.

Characters: MC!Delphi, Lucifer, Asmodeus, Beelzebub

Relationships: Delphi x Asmo, Delphi x Beel, Delphi x Lucifer (mutual pining)

Word Count: 1276

Warnings: None, general angst

Notes: Hey y'all! I am back from vacation and have been working on things again! I was trying and trying to make this chapter longer, but it just didn't want to be. So, a bit shorter than usual. I'm not gonna make any promises about chapter length going forward, lol. They'll be as long or as short as they want to be. I can't guarantee s normal posting schedule, but I will say that I'm working on the next chapter now. Hope you enjoy!

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Saturday - Evening

OracleDelphi is online

“Asmo, I don’t want to do this,” Delphi sighs, folding up in her moon chair and wrapping her robe around herself. “I just want to announce the collab and be done.”

Asmo smiles at her pityingly from her bed, reaching out to place a hand on her knee. “We could do that, hon. If you aren’t feeling up to streaming tonight. Just pop on, give the announcement, and then we can have a movie night.”

She groans, “No we can’t…”

“What’s stopping us, kitten?” He has a point. She doesn’t want to admit it, but he has a very valid point. She’s only ever missed one stream before and that was because she had to study for exams. If she took a mental health day, her followers would understand.                

Delphi flounders for an excuse. Finally, she shrugs. “Nothing? I guess?”

Asmo sighs, “Buuut?”

“But after my Wednesday stream I talked to Wolf…” she admits with a groan, burying her face in her hands.

Asmo sits straight up, scrambling for the edge of the bed. “Tell me everything,” he demands. She groans again, curling even further into herself, but he grabs her ankle and pulls on it. Off-balance, Delphi slides down in her chair with a yelp.

“Asmo!” she snaps, swatting at his hand on her leg. She huffs, "It wasn't that big a deal.”

“Then tell me!” Asmo insists.

She realizes that she isn’t getting out of this and sighs. She readjusts her robe, sitting up cross-legged in the chair.

“You were watching the chat, right?” she asks, playing with the hem of her robe. At his nod, she continues, “Well, after I went dark, I messaged him.”

Delphi hands over her D.D.D. with the chat open, staring down at her feet while Asmo reads. It doesn’t take him long, and when hands the device back, he sighs, “I’m proud of you for telling him how you feel, hon. But why didn’t you stick around to talk to him?”

“What else was I supposed to say?” Delphi cries. “’I’ve fallen in love with the idea of you and I don’t want you to leave in case you’re actually the demon of my dreams?’”

Asmo grimaces. “Maybe not quite that…”

Lucifer gets the notification that she’s online just as he’s about to lecture Levi and Mammon for destroying RAD property again. Mammon owed Levi money and Levi demanded it back so that he could order some new figure from one of his countless anime. Mammon refused, of course, because he doesn’t have a single Grimm to his name and Levi had summoned Lotan in the middle of the RAD cafeteria.

Both of them hang from their ankles in the stairwell, whining about how it’s the other’s fault and they shouldn’t be punished. Lucifer checks his notifications and sighs. As much as he wants to just leave them both here and go to his room to watch Delphi’s stream, he knows that they likely won’t be here when he gets back.

He should have let Barbatos have them.

Delphi sits in her chair in her robe, the red light on her camera blinking to show that she’s live. She sighs and puts on a smile.

“Hello, my loves,” she says, her voice hoarse. “I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather the past couple of days, so I just have a quick announcement for you before I go offline. I know I’ve talked about my channel manager before, but we’ve been doing some talking and we have a special treat planned for y’all.”

She waves Asmo over from his seat on her bed and he floats into frame. He’s wearing a matching robe and slides into the chair beside her, resting his head on her shoulder with a seductive smile at the camera. Delphi grins.

“Everyone, meet my channel manager, Asmo. Y’all may know him as AsmoBaby.”

“Hi kittens!” Asmo jumps in, waving.

Giggling, Delphi continues, “This time next week, Asmo and I will be doing a special collab stream!”

“We’ll be streaming from both of our accounts, so make sure to join us!” Asmo adds with a wink.

Delphi smiles and finishes, “That’s all I have for you today, loves. I’m going to go get some rest and hopefully feel better soon. I love you all and we’ll see you next week!”

OracleDelphi is offline

Lucifer gets to his office after two hours of lecturing, sinking into his chair with a sigh. He runs his hand through his hair and checks his D.D.D. Ten minutes after the first notification, he received a second saying she was offline. He opens his laptop and checks her uploaded videos, realizing there’s nothing there from today. Or Wednesday, for that matter.

He closes the laptop with a growl and leans back in his chair. As hungry as he is for the little human, he doesn’t feel like going through old videos for the hundredth time. Instead, he pulls out his D.D.D. and types out a text.

L: Delphi, are you feeling alright?

He erases the message, rolling his eyes. Of course she isn’t, that’s a stupid question.

L: I know you’re busy tomorrow, but I’d like to speak with you after breakfast.

He erases again. She’ll think she’s in trouble.

L: Would you like to go to Hell’s Kitchen with me for dinner Monday evening? I have something I’d like to discuss with you.

That could work.

His thumb hovers over the ‘send’ icon for what feels like an eternity. What is he supposed to say to her? That he’s her secret admirer on DevilFans and he’s actually deeply, madly, desperately in love with her? That every time he sees her in those fishnet tights of hers he wants to fuck her on every surface in the House plus a few at RAD? That he doesn’t care if he isn’t the demon she’s been dreaming of this whole time, he just wants to be the only demon she ever needs for the rest of her life?

He erases the message and tosses his D.D.D. onto his desk, groaning. Damn his stupid pride.

There’s a knock on her door that startles Delphi out of her conversation with Asmo.

“Delphi?” a familiar voice calls from the hall and she grins.

“Come on in,” she replies.

A head of bright ginger hair appears from behind the door, peeking around the room before Beel enters. He closes the door behind him and moves to sit on the bed, a granola bar half into his mouth by the time he gets there.

“Hey, Bub,” Delphi sighs, holding out her free hand to him. Asmo has her other in a vice-like grip.

“Hi,” he greets her with a warm grin. Beel takes her hand and squeezes it lightly. “Your chat blew up before you went offline. Everyone seems really excited for the stream next week.”

She lets out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “That’s great! I was a bit worried that it would be too much, but I’m glad everyone seems excited.”

Asmo smiles, nuzzling into her neck. He murmurs into her skin, “I told you it’d be okay, hon.”

“I know, but I still worry,” Delphi giggles, shying away from his warm breath on her skin. It sends a shiver down her spine and makes her hips jerk involuntarily. She clutches Beel’s hand tighter as she tries to move.

“You shouldn't,” Beel tells her, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Even if a few people leave, you still have a lot of fans.”

“Thank you both,” she sighs, relaxing into Asmo's hold and smiling up at Beel. “I love you guys so much.”

Taglist: @sassykattery @bite-sized-devil @sparkbeast20 @kyungjoon-do @consolationblog @rensphilia @flemmingbamse

[thelightningthatjumpsbetween]

Fifteen

RE8 | Wintersberg | Romance, Slow Burn | Action, Sci-Fi

Sequel of Winters and the Beast, a Resident Evil: Village Story

Table Of Contents

Warning: Explicit Content

(or, enjoy, lol)

Donna’s adamance that she sleep in her own home was objected to by everyone.  It might have been the first time they ever agreed about anything, really.  

Eva was worried that she would begin to remember her previous life while alone, and considering what that entailed, she begged the other to return to the Heisenberg Manor.  Ethan and Karl echoed this.  It wasn’t until the Duke stated he would be happy to drive Donna to the manor in his wagon that she relented, sensing that he would not take no for an answer.  

So they went home as a group; Eva, Donna, and Rose in the wagon, and Karl and Ethan on the motorcycle.  The ride was nothing for Ethan but the loud roar of an engine, and he was happy to keep his head down and let tears flow silently as the brunette drove them away from the home of grief.  

It could be no coincidence that just as Ethan gave up his farce of believing in family, the real reason behind the Lords’ reunion was unveiled to him.  It was as though the goal were to take every single last bit of wind out of his sails.  And it had worked, hadn’t it?  

Even though at one time, Ethan wanted nothing more than to see Heisenberg defeated, he now couldn’t bear the thought of losing the other.  Trees flew by, the darkness growing behind them as they raced it to the manor.  Miranda had not made a habit of manifesting more of her twisted Molded creatures, but Ethan remained uneasy until the group spilled toward the warm, inviting house lights.  

After saying farewell to the mysteriously preeminent merchant, Ethan sauntered across the driveway holding Rose’s hand.  “I should put Rose to bed, we need to get the guest room set up for Donna.”  After he spoke, the blond paused.  He looked directly at Heisenberg.  

“Actually, Karl…do you want to put Rose to bed? And I can go set the room up with Eva.” 

The engineer’s dour expression brightened immediately and he nodded, holding out his weathered hand for the toddler’s.  

—-----------------------------------------

An hour later, Eva was already sleeping in her own room, and Ethan passed the upstairs guest room one final time as he approached the stairs.  He peeked in the open doorway to say goodnight to their visitor, and he paused when he saw her sitting up; the lamplight reflected the tears that stained Donna’s cheeks.  

“I–goodnight,” she said, clearly embarrassed, wiping her cheeks and hiding her face instinctively.  Ethan exhaled as if preparing himself and pushed open the door.  He moved toward the bed, sitting gingerly on the end of it. 

“What’s up?”

“I don’t think the memories are back,” she began, her voice unsteady.  “But the emotions are.  Eva told me what happened to my family.  I can’t imagine.  I feel so lonely.  Alone.” 

“You’re not alone here,” he said assuredly.  “I promise.  You don’t ever have to go back to that house again, if you don’t want to.”

“I didn’t want to leave it.  My entire family’s memories are there.  At least I felt close to them in a way.” 

He nodded in understanding, rubbing his palms on his knees.  “Well, just give it a few nights, the house will be there.  You don’t want to deal with these memories alone.”  Again, he thought of Eveline.  

“What’s it like to die?” Donna asked him suddenly.  Ethan’s brows rose skeptically and he avoided her gaze, instead focusing on the floor.  

“I don’t know.  It’s happened to me a few times, and I didn’t know.”  He actually laughed at this for maybe the first time.  But it was a bitter laugh, as hollow as Donna’s voice.  “Just like being asleep, I guess.” 

“Is it better to be alive or dead?”

“Do you mean…to know, or not know?  To not be aware…”

“That you’ve crossed before, and returned?” 

Ethan crossed a long leg over his knee.  “You know, not too long ago I would’ve said being alive is better.  But now all I can remember is just being stupid.  Blind.  Ignorant.”

Her legs were drawn up on the bed; now she rested her chin on her knees, hugging her legs.  The terrifying doll was by Donna’s side and she stared at it skeptically.  A frown settled over her fair features.  Ethan threw up a hand and sighed in exasperation.  “But then, being dead is just…being cynical and…I guess, the one good thing about it is that you change.  You don’t even notice it, until it happens.  I just hope it’s…for the better.”  Ethan finally met Donna’s eyes.  “I’m sorry.  I don’t feel like myself right now.  I probably sound bitter.” 

“But life seems good for you-you have Heisenberg,” she said knowingly–was there a hint of jealousy in her voice?- “And such a lovely child.  A home.”

“I’m a lucky guy,” he said, and Ethan nearly froze, his eyes widening when he realized those over-saturated words just slipped out.  They always had slipped out.  They were rehearsed, they were a response to small talk and congratulations.  At his engagement party.  The wedding.  House shopping.  After Rose’s birth.

They felt so stupid, pointless, a lie, a ruse.  Brushing off the truth of his situation.  Ethan stood, his hands trembling, but he managed to take one of hers in his and squeeze it reassuringly.  “Get some sleep, Donna.” 

“Thank you, Ethan.” 

—---------

He was pacing while he undressed, pacing while he brushed his teeth.  Karl was with Rose in her new en-suite room, where the men were only a doorway away.  And Karl must have felt extra gentle, or something, because he’d already started a fire in their bedroom fireplace for Ethan.  

The buttery, dancing amber light and the soft warmth that poured forth were not enough to settle his nerves.  Karl reappeared, having successfully gotten the girl to sleep, and watched Ethan’s agitated routine with a raised eyebrow.  He stood near one of the large wardrobes and began undressing as well.  His yellow eyes tracked to and fro after Ethan, who was now fidgeting after washing his short hair in the bathroom sink.  Ethan was going to scrub so hard with the towel that he exposed his brain.   

Karl eyed the very empty wine glass that had, minutes ago, been very full.  

“Don’t go losin’ the plot on me, Winters,” the engineer chided, stretching and yawning after his cumbersome clothing was removed.  He always slept nude, and found other bedtime clothing options revolting.  When the taller man emerged from the bathroom, a scowl on his pretty lips, Karl chuckled.  “Hey, you killed us all once before.  Shouldn’t be-”

“Karl,” Ethan interrupted in an uncharacteristically vicious voice.  “You would be leaving me with nothing, if anything ever happened to you.  Nothing.” 

He’d touched a nerve.  Heisenberg leaned against one of the wooden beams of the four poster bed and began, “I, uh, just meant.” 

“I was gone.  I checked out!”  Ethan’s pacing picked up as he flung pajamas back into their drawers, instead removing the clothing he had, tossing everything down angrily.  Karl had never seen such a feral display.  Well, feral for the American.  He stared, fascinated.  

“I handed Rose off.  I pushed her into his arms.  And I took–I was falling apart.  That was the end! And then it wasn’t.  But we’re out here-” Ethan gestured wildly out the window.  “What do I do?  My life is, it’s about, Miranda.  It has to be.  Every fucking minute of it.  Every day.  Miranda, Mold, Miranda, Mold.” 

Karl shrugged knowingly; he’d been there.  Was there currently.  Had always been there.  

“I always-” Ethan now paced the length of the room, causing Heisenberg to turn his head, not just his eyes, to follow him.  “I just always knew it’d take more than blowing the fucking…nucleus, sky high.”  He was hissing through his teeth.  “Didn’t care what it took, who I killed.  I saw a fucking DEN full of maimed corpses, I WADED through blood at that fucking castle.”  

Karl caught a glimpse of Ethan’s eyes as he passed the engineer by; were they black?  Interested, the older man eyed the rest of Winters’ visible body.  Easily done since the other only wore boxer briefs.  Black veins appeared on Ethan’s arms and legs, and Karl swore too that as Ethan ranted, turning away again now, his lips appeared slightly blackened.  

This caused Karl’s very relaxed posture to tense up slightly.  

Miranda had looked that way.  When angry, usually.  It went away when her emotions calmed.  

Ethan spun on his heel toward him again, still ranting, and Karl watched the veins disappear underneath pale skin as the blond approached. This time, though, he didn’t pass by Karl.  He stood in front of him, and pointed accusingly.  The blackened veins were gone, but his eyes were still dark, and maybe there were threads of black underneath them?  Karl couldn’t tell, with the dim light and dancing flames.  He blinked rapidly, willing away the unsettling feeling, focusing on Ethan’s words.  

“...And do you know what I FUCKING think about?  While I’m digging through her goddamn research and these old papers and records of horrible experiments and just, the worst, the WORST, shit imaginable Karl, just READING it would give somebody PTSD.  You know what I imagine while I’m flipping through those pictures of the lab where Eveline was created?  What I daydream about, seeing generations of ‘how to make people worship you’ diary entries?”

Karl could feel the tension building and he finally gave a meager shake of his head, signaling that he didn’t know, and to continue.  Ethan laughed, a hopeless sound, one Karl had never heard from the blond.  His sclera were most definitely black, but the darkness was fading.  Was he simply having an emotional response?  Was it related to Miranda?  Heisenberg waited, refusing to give up his reclined posture, stubbornly waiting to find out.  

Ethan flung his hands out.  

“I think about….taking Rose to school.  Walking to school with her when she’s older.”  He laughed again.  “Where the fuck is a school around here anyway, Karl?  I think about teaching her to cook, with the Roma.  What languages she’ll learn.  If she and Eva will get the garden fixed up.  I think about all of that land out there, what we’re gonna do with it when this is over.”  

Ethan’s anger intensified.  “I think about all the times you joke with me,” Ethan lowered his voice, sounding almost menacing, “about not saying yes to a proposal. And I think.  How do I make him say yes?  Because, Karl, I’m stupid enough to think that I can sit here and say…one day.  Dumb enough to make plans.  I’m stupid enough to believe that this is a life where at some point in my long string of failures at living, at getting a happy ending, that I’ll win, I’ll get it right–”

“Ethan, your eyes,” Karl said warningly.  He couldn’t bear the thought of this most recent confession coming from anyone other than Winters.  Though there were other ways to test the underlying cause, he chose to bring Ethan’s attention to it.  Ethan looked truly feral now, his face a grimace, his sclera black and his lips graying.  His expression softened at Karl’s clear concerned look.  The blond spun and approached one of the room’s mirrors, staring in shock at his transformation.  

“What the fuck.”  Now he blinked, shook his head, and returned to normal.  Ethan’s fury seemed to at least momentarily be quelled, and he blinked at Heisenberg in shock.  “What was THAT?”

“Dunno,” Karl said in a cautious tone, “...She…used to look that way sometimes.”

Ethan’s eyes closed and his head tilted to the side; he seemed to listen to whispers, though Karl could hear nothing.  When he opened his eyes, Ethan’s expression was even more sour.  “It’s from using my powers more.  We…brought Donna back today.  I moved through the Mold’s consciousness to get to Rose, too.  Different levels.”  Hazel eyes traced his form in the mirror.  

“I’m going to end up like her.” 

Karl laughed at that, and then added a curt, “Uh, no.” 

When Ethan tore his stare from the mirror, he looked at Karl strangely.  It was still unsettling for the engineer, but almost refreshing.  A different look than he’d ever seen from the either scowling, or baffled, blond.  Ethan stepped closer, closing the distance between them.  The fire crackled behind him.  From here, he had to tip his head slightly to look down at Karl, who was only several inches shorter-but it was noticeable now, while he leaned against the bedpost, and Ethan had an almost acquisitive posture.  

“I was saying,” the blond started, but it seemed his pacing had finally calmed him enough for a lower voice.  His gaze moved all over Karl’s face; from his eyes to his lips, then at the scars littered across his neck and chest, back up to the greying strands of hair, that Ethan now twirled in a thin finger.  

“I’ve got to stop making these plans.” 

Karl’s eyebrows raised at this and he attempted humor, a testament to how uncomfortable he was seeing Ethan this way.  

“You uh, got somethin’ else to attend to’?” 

“I’m not that man anymore.” 

“Right.”  Karl’s retort was curt, and might as well have been, bullshit. 

Ethan laughed, a hiss from his nose and somehow, too many teeth in his smile.  “You don’t believe me.  What if I said it this way.  I see this situation for what it is, now.” 

“How exactly were you uh, not-seein’ it before?”

Ethan licked his lips, glanced away, both of his hands now coming to Karl’s jaw, stroking the beard there as well as playing with the hair.  Despite the unease he felt, Heisenberg’s eyes closed at this; he wasn’t used to the more direct touch from the blond.  He leaned his head into the petting and scratching, a silent request for more.  

Ethan glanced back, getting bleary eye contact in return.  “Family got me this far.  I don’t think it can get me any farther. This, taking down Miranda.  Ending everything.  I have to rely on something else, not the hope for a fairy tale future.” 

“Good bet,” Karl shrugged, finally moving his hands to Ethan’s waist, and they kissed tenderly before the engineer withdrew, a frown on his usually amiable face.  “Wait, does that mean I’m not your Prince Charmin’ anymore?”

“Karl, you were never any kind of prince or any kind of charming.” 

This humored Heisenberg greatly, and he chuckled heartily while Ethan returned to kissing along his neck and shoulders.  There at the edge, over one of the larger scars across Heisenberg’s deltoid muscle, the blond’s lips paused and he closed his eyes, speaking into the olive skin.  “I just know that I love you, and I’ve never been able to show you parts of me because I…”

“Still think you’re the Knight in Shinin’ Armor, an’ I’m the Big Bad Wolf?”

“Not anymore.”  

Ethan’s kisses trailed back up, but he moved his wandering hands now, one turning Heisenberg’s jaw away so that he could focus on the man’s neck.  His other hand dropped down Heisenberg’s stomach, toward his groin.  Karl purred into Ethan’s ear, “I shoulda’ told you the plan a long time ago, if this is what I’d get out of it.” 

“Shut up.”  Ethan was smiling.  He pressed Heisenberg harder into the bedpost, using his entire torso at first, but then began grinding his hips into the other’s, finally causing Karl’s lips to part in an almost gasp, before the engineer grinned back.  They were both hard, no surprise there, but the intense, sudden contact only strengthened their increasing need for each other’s bodies.  

Karl’s hands wandered to Ethan’s hips, where the last bit of cloth separating them awaited.  He hooked his thumbs around the elastic and bent at the knee, lowering the fabric while his yellow pupils glimmered with firelight.  He maintained his gaze on Ethan’s eyes, which had finally returned to their pure hazel, and were heavily lidded while watching Karl.  

The tension only built when he righted himself; moments later Ethan had Heisenberg’s hands threaded through his own and he steered the other onto the bed-tenderly, but assertively.  Karl willingly fell back, his hair spilling onto the pillow around him as he beckoned with one extended hand for the blond to join him.  

Ethan obliged, long legs clambering up and tangling in Karl’s thicker ones as he leaned down, kissing him passionately, grabbing tendrils of soft brunette hair as he eagerly explored Karl’s mouth.  He’d laid like this-on top of the other-before, but this would be different.  

[sinsandsweetness]

So…. Slight update on the boyfriend.

he’s now Lieutenant Dan, not Hershel Greene anymore. At least he’s finally out of the goddamn hospital. if you don’t get the reference, in Forrest Gump, he has a lieutenant that gets his legs amputated. And his story arc is just so heartbreaking but in the end it’s so beautiful. Gary Sinise’s life was changed by playing that role. Seriously.

anyway, so now I’m kind of processing it. I was already kind of expecting it but it’s different once you are informed.

and now I’m just like… thinking back to how Merle had to cut off his own freaking hand, and how Hershel and then Aaron dealt with their own experiences. Thankfully it’s not zombies here but still.

I wonder if there’s any one shots or stories that deal with that. I guess I should write something but it would be interesting to see something where Rick, Daryl, Merle, or Negan, or even Shane, has to deal with cutting off their own foot, due to a zombie bite or something, and they eventually meet reader, or they’re with her at the time, and they’re worried she won’t accept him because they’re “no longer whole” or something. Heaven forbid someone with a disability has a sex life. I know, it’s not something everyone thinks about until it happens to them. Or a character they love, at least.

thankfully, fandom and fanfiction are a way I can help myself deal with this journey. Boyfriend really does like the screenshots of the good stuff I send him, lol. Yours are a favorite and he enjoys getting them after his physical therapy, which apparently is a bitch and he hates it….

“You’ll have to try harder than that to get rid of me, you know” you told your boyfriend, who was frowning up at you from his bed, bandages wrapping his stump, all the way up to the knee which was hidden under blankets as if he was trying to hide it.

which he was.

“I can’t do this no more.”

“I’ll do it all, and kick your ass too.” You tell him bluntly as you rip off the blankets. “Now, up, do you want me to hold your dick while you pee too?” he scowled at you, but the line in between his eyes had disappeared, and the darkness in his eyes had lightened slightly. He silently pushed himself up off of the bed and turned himself so he was sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare foot resting on the ground.

“I won’t bite, the last guy that bit you paid for it dearly.” You say with a smile as he grunted. You eyed him with excitement, maybe you’d reward him really nicely when he was back in bed, making the effort more pleasant…..

Oh gosh. That will be quite the adjustment I’m sure. I’m glad he’s alright, but definitely sorry that he’s going through another amputation. I hope that his recovery is quick and as easy as it can be. It’s a good thing that he has you as a loving support system💗

And that’s the beauty of fiction/fandom. It’s the best escape for so many people.

I can say I’d love if you wrote something like this. I know in the comics, Rick loses his arm so that’s immediately where my mind goes (because I can’t not think about Rick) but I love how twd normalizes disabilities with all the amputations, Merle, Hershel, Aaron, Lydia, and other disabilities like Connie. It makes the show that much more realistic and relatable. I love it.

[rewordthis]

Hello! Hello! Just watched the 8th episode last night and I have to say it was hard not to live-post while watching it. I laughed with Yuuji’s and Mei Mei’s brother exchanges, I admit, but it wasn’t until Gojo showed up that I had to stop the video because I was laughing so hard that I was kicking my feet. I mean; Prima ballerina Gojo Satoru-san! 🩰

Please don’t ruin your posture! Keep this back straight and don’t bent your knees! The spread is good, though! Come on, one more time… music, please! 👏 Yes, I laughed a good minute for no good reason because of that. Sue me~ 🤷‍♀️ But hold on, is that the guy from Nightmare on elm street??? 👀 Also, just a self notice, but why am I having the exact same reactions as Gojo in this Season? From the dumb stare to the smirk... Is Gojo’s character being too in character? Or am I understanding this gremlin too much? Which is it? Hahaha 😅🫠 However, to remember how the episode started, let me just ask… What was up with this awful battle sequence??? I’ve never seen Yuuji being so ugly?! The Nightmare on Elm Street guy should be in this frame instead… 😬

By the way, at first I thought that the blood Choso used for his technique was from his eyes but it is actually from his curse mark. Hm. I feel tricked somehow… 🧐😤

And then we have the whole cursed company enjoying the playground with the kids… Well, Mahito did get born about 4-5 months ago, so… Meh. But I guess Hanami also likes fooling around, huh? Plus, it’s not like people can see them. They are cursed spirits after all and are playing by themselves among the kids instead of bothering them. lol Except for that sea cursed spirit… (was its name mentioned in 1st Season?) it seems to be playing with that little girl…? Can the kid see it??? Like some others have throughout the series? Hm. 🧐

What I don’t get though, is why nobody feels threatened by a ‘monk’ that blows fucking bubbles on his own? What is wrong with these people??? There are grown people right there and they have obviously seen him and they just think this guy is normal???

Out of all that, the closing was fun though. Especially when the last sentence Gojo said was simultaneous with the scene that showed him speaking. Yeah. That was the second time I seriously laughed during this episode.