#as soon as i saw this in my submission box

[bunnys-kisses]

Hi 👋 could I please order a

Maple Cream Pie with a Tonic Water, a Naked & Famous and a Hard Lemonade.

Please, for Lando Norris.

bakery menu!

thank you for submitting an order! i love getting them and have been trying my best to get through all of them! as for this one, thank you for the submission. i love what you ordered and i hope that you enjoy the fic! i messed around with the ages a bit since lando is only 24 (fuckin' baby), so i slowly inserted it into the team principal au where it does made the age gap a lil bigger! (i hope you dont mind)

maple cream pie ("either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck.") + tonic water (age gap) + naked & famous (bimbo/ditzy!reader) + hard lemonade (possessive behaviour)

cw: smut/pwp, team principal au, age gap (20s/40s), possessive behavior, reference to sugar daddy, bimbo!reader, mean!lando, innocent!reader, missionary position, dirty talk

lando didn't like sharing his toys. and now at almost forty he didn't like sharing the little thing he called his girlfriend. at his age, he shouldn't be chasing after women who barely held down a full-time job in their whole life. he should be settled down with a wife and some kids, at least that was what oscar told him. (damn bastard had been married for ten years with three kids now), instead lando chased young tail like he chased trophies.

except instead of a racer he was the team principal of mclaren. maybe it was the chip on his shoulder that year after year throughout his racing career, he barely missed the wdc. now as principal he could make sure that his drivers did better than he did. maybe it was to relive his youth, the way having you on his arm made him feel in his twenties again.

your smile could warm a brick of ice. especially when you tried to cover your mouth when you got shy. you stood out in the paddock, you were dressed so sweetly. while most were in branded with the mclaren logo. you were in a pretty sundress. it was an olive green colour with off white flowers printed on it.

lando saw you playfully slap his driver on the shoulder before you giggled. it made him get up from his desk and take off his headphones. he clenched his fists before he draped an arm around your shoulders. he smiled at his driver as you got pushed against his chest.

"what are you doing, sweetheart? shouldn't you be with the other girls? this is the boy's area." he said, as if there weren't more women in formula one since he raced.

you looked to your lover and giggled, "well, i wanted to see the action! and he was filling me in with what was going on."

he looked at his driver, the younger man wanted to fill you with something that was for sure. didn't help that the dress showed more of your breasts than he usually liked. lando looked to the other man and said, "i think it's time to get in the car soon. big day today."

the driver nodded, wanting to impress his boss. lando felt a swell of pride at his ability to scare off the younger man without much effort. his attention was taken back to you as you held onto the front of his shirt.

"meanie."

"meanie, huh?" lando laughed a little, "i'm not a meanie, sweetheart."

you nodded. you were so dumb it was cute, it was like a kitten that hadn't grown their teeth. you nipped rather than bit. you needed to be protected, sheltered. and the new mclaren driver was getting too close.

lando dropped his hand to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, "right, right. because a meanie would buy his beloved girl anything she asked for. or make sure she was comfortable on every trip. all paid for, but i'm the real meanie right."

you dropped your shoulders a little, "you're not a meanie, landy."

he smiled and kissed you on the top of the head, "thank you, babe. now why don't you go see the others. race is gonna start soon." then gave your ass a pat before you left.

-

it would be a few nights later in your shared home. lando would meet you in the bedroom with a box. it wasn't an engagement ring. but something else. when you opened it, his eyes lingered on you.

"what is it?" you asked.

he smiled, "just open it. i promise it won't bite." then sat on the edge of the bed as you carefully opened the box. his eyes lingered on your breasts in the thin tank top you wore to bed.

inside the box was a gold necklace. a thin chain with his name on it, "lando". you picked it up from the box and admired it. you looked up at him and he kept his smile.

"either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck." his tone was dark, but his smile was like the sun, "i have to make sure that no one gets the wrong idea. i don't like sharing, babe. i'm greedy."

you nodded. so soft under his touch. you only wanted to make lando happy, be his special girl. you said to him, "you know i'd never cheat."

lando took your face in his hands and pulled you in for a heated kiss, "i know. it's not you i have the issue with. it's other men. the most dangerous thing on the planet is a man. and i need you safe. protected." before he got on top of you, to savour his girl, he put the necklace on you. he said, "there, that's perfect." he then cupped your breasts before he licked his lips, "it's improved your whole look."

you yelped as he got you onto your back and his hands on the waistband of the panties you were going to sleep in. you could feel his hungry gaze on you.

"such a little dummy." he chuckled as he yanked the panties down, "the prettiest thing i own." something curled in your stomach. a much older man with a lot of power at his disposal, yearning for something to pretty to fuck.

you practically wore a collar with his name on it so in case you got lost, someone would find you and bring you back to him. it was cute. with your soft lips and the roundness to your face. you looked like a painting on a chapel ceiling. an angel that lando got to pluck the wings off almost every evening.

your body responded to him well as he pushed the tank top off of you, revealing your stomach and eventually your breasts. lando realized that he liked women with a little softness to them. models were pretty, but you were beyond pretty. you curves as soft as your personality. a little dumb for him, nothing in that little head of yours. it was cute. that was why lando was so protective (possessive) of you.

once you were naked, you laid out on the bed. the soft bed that you slept in almost every night. lando got on top of you and eyed your naked form. stripped of everything except for the necklace. it was cute. maybe lando would break his promise and bruise up your pretty throat with his bites.

he got undressed and got between your legs with your knees bent. he even grabbed one of the pillows to elevate your hips for him. to get at the right angle.

"you're mine, right?" he said, "no one else's?"

you nodded, "of course, landy. i'm yours!" your voice was a little higher, sweeter for him. and it made something curl in his gut. you were so innocent, sweet in a way.

"that's what i like to hear, baby. you're such a good girl for me. letting me have a taste of you as often as i can. that's why i have to make sure you don't go running off. you're one in a million and i can't take a chance like that. losing something to sweet. it would be criminal."

his voice was tinged with possessiveness. and when he sank into you and started with a quick pace, you yelped and clung onto him tightly. your back arched a little at the feeling of his cock inside of your slick pussy. even though you were soaked between your legs, the intrusion was still a lot for you.

"you are so pretty on my cock. this is where you belong. letting me fuck you until you get your fill. you're a greedy little thing, aren't you? i'm pretty sure i could throw you to the mclaren team and it wouldn't be enough for you. put you in a little bikini and a sign in your ass saying that you're free use. first come, first serve. and let them all have their way with you." his pace quickened as his cock felt like it was going to bruise your insides.

you whimpered and arched your back. your hands found the pillow under your head as he fucked you heavily. he panted heavily, paired with your loud moans. you were always so loud, lando one time had to gag you with your panties when he fucked you in his office. in fairness, maybe he could slow down the pace. but where was the fun in that?

lando continued, he was a man on a mission. determined in a way that made heat rise in his gut. you looked so good on your back, under him. the steady rise and fall of your chest. your sweet moans and heavy pants. how you clung to the pillow with your pretty nails. lando made your lifestyle possible, the best you could do was reward him with your pussy. a thank you for all the hard work he does.

"please, ah!" you whimpered as you arched your back a little more. you felt the heat in your gut. your cunt felt like a dream around his cock. your toes curled from the sensation. "please, please, ah! lando!"

"so pretty." he said as he continued to thrust into you. his pace was aggressive, almost bruising. he watched you squirm a little as your noises got louder and tighter.

"i'm cumming!" you whined as you felt climax crash over you. you tensed up for a moment, which made lando see stars, before you relaxed with a heavy exhale.

"fuck." he panted as he continued to ram into you. the sounds of your fucking filled the room paired with your soft, post-orgasmic moans. he watched you kick out your legs a little. all the fight left your body. he finished inside of you soon after with a loud groan, his cock shoved as deep as it could go.

he knew it was a risky game with unprotected sex. but, just like everything else. lando would take care of it if anything went wrong. he admired your blissed out features. in your own little dumb world as the after shocks of pleasure coursed through you.

"perfect." hes aid softly before he pulled out.

you laid out next to him on the bed as you tried to catch your breath. lando took you gently by the chain you wore, the necklace he bought you. and you laid up next to him. curled up at his side.

lando rubbed the side of your head lovingly as he chuckled a little bit. "this is how i like you, sweetheart. all curled up next to me." he got your leg over his thigh and held it as he kissed at your face.

maybe next time he'll take some photos of his precious girl in nothing, but your little necklace. maybe sharing those around the paddock will keep those men away from you. <3

[hitomisuzuya]

Reader's broke ass leaving a tab open with pink leashes and collars that she's interested in. For herself, aaand step!scara sees it and surprises her with something a week later <3

Stepcest, DNI if it makes you uncomfortable. Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Collar and leash. Thigh riding. Degradation.

😳❤️ This request. I went ahead and had some fun with it.

Scaramouche wouldn't call sneaking in his delicate little step sister's room as weird. He would call it self indulgent. He could breathe in your scent while he found a pair of your panties to jack himself off with on your bed.

His eyes immediately spied your laptop sitting open on your bed as he made his way over to your dresser. Naturally, he was going to snoop in the name of self indulgence.

He turned your laptop towards him as he sat down on your bed. You had one single tab open. One that made his cock twitch. You had been browsing the store on a BDSM site.

Collars and leashes in particular.

After a few minutes of scrolling, and making a careful choice, out came the credit card. His mind was racing picturing the collar fastened around your neck. He hastily grabbed a pair of your panties, and indulged himself in a few fantasies.

Scaramouche kept a careful eye on the mail over the next week or so, looking eagle eyed at the tracking information. You were restless, and quite frankly so was he. He'd purposely cut off any kind of sex until the collar arrived. He was out the door the second the package hit the front step of the porch.

He whisked it away to hide it in his room until the moms left for the evening. And they couldn't leave fast enough as far as he was concerned. As soon as he hears the front door close, he heard your bedroom door open.

He smirked. Like a dazed moth to a flame, you came right to him.

"I have something for you," He greeted once he opened the door. God, he couldn't wait to make you whimper and moan with the collar around your neck, "Pet," He added with a teasing smirk.

You blushed at Scaramouche's intimate choice of words. "What is it?" You asked curiously, feeling heated arousal immediately flair in you. You hadn't had his cock inside you for over a week, it was obvious that you ached for him.

"You really are careless, kitten," He continued, handing you the box. His eyes followed you as you sat on his bed to open it.

You cheeks flushed when you saw what was inside. One of pink collars and a leash you'd been looking at was inside. "You-You saw what I was looking at?!" You asked, the blush on your cheeks darkening, "You snuck into my room?"

"I never would've guessed you were one for pink," He teased, chuckling when he heard you let out a shy squeak. "May I?" He plucked the collar out of your hand, "A Master should collar their pet, am I right?"

Your breath hitched in your throat, your heart fluttering in your chest. Hearing him call you his pet made you wet. "Thank you, and please," You replied submissively, lifting your head a little.

You shivered as Scaramouche's fingers brushed over your skin. The material of the collar as he fastened it around your neck felt chilly and soft. "Such a well mannered slut," He praised you in such a degrading way. It made you want to fall your knees in front of him.

Hooking a finger through the collar, Scaramouche tugged you closer. Hungry lips devoured yours, his wandering hands working you out of everything except your panties. He lingered in the kisses, his hand dipping into your panties to play with your clit until you were moaning softly into his mouth.

Pulling away, he clipped the leash through the ring on the collar. "Come, pet," He purred, turning to sit on his bed. Smirking, he tugged on the leash, patting his thigh. "Tell me what was on your mind today," He knew very well what the answer was. He just wanted to hear it from your shy little mouth.

You blushed feeling the tug on the leash. The feeling sent an aroused jolt to your throbbing clit. Putting your arms around him, you straddled his thigh. "You, I was thinking about you," You began shakily.

"Go on," He encouraged, biting back a groan feeling your panties wet against his thigh. He rubbed his thigh against your pussy to encourage you to speak.

The fabric of your panties provided extra friction on your clit. You grinded needily on his thigh. "I was thinking about your cock, and.." Your words broke apart into a moan, your clit throbbing more as he thigh rubbed against it, "..how good it feels inside of me."

Your panties continued to soak onto his thigh. You squirmed a little from your panties clinging to and rubbing your clit. His cock strained harder in his jeans. You sounded so sweet.

Scaramouche poked the center of your forehead. "Oh yeah? And what was rattling around in your pretty head while you were looking at collars?" He forced you took at him as you tried to look away shyly. "Does my step sister want to be my pet slut?

Your cheeks with adoration for him. "Yes, yes I do," That was exactly what you wanted. Scaramouche couldn't help it. The sight of you getting off on his thigh, collared and leashed for him was too much. Unbuttoning his jeans, his freed his cock.

Your eyes immediately went down to look at the precum leaking from the tip. You felt a rough tug on the leash. You moaned, arching your back as you glided your pussy on his thigh. "Cock hungry already, and I am not even fucking you yet. My pretty pet is a whore," His degradation made your walls clench around nothing.

Tilting his head down, Scaramouche scooped one of your nipples into his mouth. He groaned feeling it harden on his tongue. The sensation of his tongue swirling around the sensitive nub as he sucked keened whimpers from you.

Not having his cock inside of you for a week and some days made you extra sensitive. You couldn't stop the shameless moans, chasing your high until the knot of your orgasm broke apart.

Scaramouche couldn't take his eyes off of how delicate you looked, your legs shaking as cum further soaked his thigh. "Your Master has gotten you off, slut," He rubbed his thigh on your pussy once more, "Now be a good pet and tend to your Master."

The commanding dominance in his tone sent your clit pulsing again. You slid off his thigh and onto your knees. Scaramouche moaned feeling his cock slip into the warmth of your mouth. He stroked a hand through your hand, and wrapped the leash around his hand.

[nanamisdickrider]

Wrapped around my finger!

Pairing: Sub!Gojo x Dom!reader

"Satoru, what are these?" you ask your boyfriend, looking down at the box that he just handed you. A blindfold with a pastel pink shade and handcuffs that are white. And a.... pink dildo? You were confused because you never thought he would be into this. “What do you think these are?” you looked up at him and his face was bright red and he bit his lip so hard it looked painful. You didn't expect this from him, but it's not something you have a problem with.

“So should I...” he looked at you and immediately looked away, playing with the rings on his finger. “...go to bed now?” you were almost about to laugh at his face because of how submissive he was acting. You nodded your head and as soon as he got the approval he was on his way to the bedroom.

On the other hand. For about 10-15 minutes, you struggled to tighten the belt on the strap-on around your waist. Finally you decided to go to the store and have him tighten it around your ass. But when you walked into the bedroom, you saw him lying down on the soft bed, all naked with his thighs and ass lubricated. He was well-prepared. When his eyes landed on yours, he sat up immediately. “Satoru...I have a little bit of a problem, can you help tighten this belt baby?” he was nodding like a puppy, you stood infront of him and he worked on the belt. Hooking it and tightening it perfectly around your back. The dildo hit his cheek as you turned around. You grasped his hair 'Suck.'

Gojo swirled his tongue around the tip of the dildo and his fingers stroked around the base. He was maintaining his eye contact with you when he pushed the dildo further in his mouth and the tip was hitting his throat. Choking around your base as his free hand went to your thigh and squeezed it. Small tears were forming in the corner of his eyes. He bobbed his head around your cock, pulling away completely a few times to spit on the dildo and make it wetter.

You pulled his hair back and pushed him gently onto the bed. “Awh, you already prepared your little hole love? Always so eager for me no?” you climbed onto the bed and got between his legs, pushing his legs so back that his knees hit his cheeks. His ass was full on display for you. His hole was wet and clenching around nothing. You giggled and placed the dildo on his hole. Teasing him by pushing it in a little and pulling it out immediately. “Babyy..just put it in please!! I've stretched myself enough for your cock please please!!” you could tell that he was desperate. And since he was asking so nicely, you couldn't really say no.

You gave in and pushed in the dildo. His toes started curling when you were only halfway in “T-There’s more?!” he shot his eyes open and looked down to see where y'all were connected. His head was thrown back when you were fully in. His eyes rolled back as he let out broken moans and screams. “Move...pl–ease!” Gojo says. “such an impatient slut for me.”

That was the last thing you've said before thrusting in him at a brutal pace. His head was hitting on the headboard. You pulled him by legs because you were worried he might have a headache later for the hits on his head. His hands came to his ass and tried to spread it more for you, all while he was drooling and his eyes were in the back of his head. You leaned in towards his face, pushing in your cock deeper in him. You kissed his tears and forehead. “Mmph! You're so..so deep in me..I can—feel it all!..” he was seeing stars for sure. You twisted Gojo's nipples and he instantly arched his back off of the bed. Moaning out loudly. You knew his nipples were sensitive and that's why you leaned down and bit on them. “Baby! I'm s–sensitive down there be gentle pleas-AH!” you cut him off by pulling out the dildo completely just to slam it back in. You angled your hips in many ways until you found that soft gummy spot inside him. You moved your hips to the right and he almost screamed. His hands trying to push your hips away. That's how you know you found it. “Dont push me away Satoru. You're the one who wanted this right? Now take it all in and be a good boy for me.”

You were thrusting in your cock in that same spot continuously. His hands were roaming around trying to hold onto something, fingers digging into the sheets. He was close. You pushed his hips down onto the bed and fucked him with the dildo faster. “mmh–Aah! ‘m I'm closee..so so close..” he whimpered and even though you were pushing him down into the sheets. He still arched his back when the orgasm hit him. Warm ropes of cum shooting from his tip. Covering his chest and your waist with the sticky liquid. You slowly thrusted in until he was done.

You pulled out and sat down. Looking at him as he catches his breath and rubs the tears away from his eyes.

“Dont think that we're done here, you're forgetting about the blindfold and the handcuffs. One more round with those my sweet boy ♡”

[kryptznnn]

can you please please please make a bakugo x reader smau !!! fluff please 🙏

♡-Just a really sweet friend

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂꧁ ༺♔ ༻ ꧂

➸ INTERESTS; -college au! katsuki bakugo x f! college reader

➸ BACKGROUND; - (requested submission) messages exchanged between you and katsuki, with a little extra dialogue of what’s happened to the two of you in person.

➸ WARNINGS; - wc. roughly 1k, romantic tension, fluff, friends to lovers, kissing, sickness mention, romantic confession, text messages.

➸a.i; - omg this is my first time doing this and i really enjoyed it, hopefully i didn’t fuck it up 😭. xoxo

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You sighed as you dragged your covers over your head, closing your eyes to get some sleep in the late morning before receiving a notification on your phone from Katsuki.

You smiled to yourself as you texted him back, laughing aloud at the last part before he had hearted your message, ending the conversation. As it ended you fell asleep and soon woke up around an hour or so later to knocking on your door, you were slow to get there, but as you arrived there we no one there to greet you. The only thing that had greeted you was two grocery bags on the floor, one filled with bought food while the other was filled with medicine, already knowing they were from Katsuki.

He hearted your message again, as you began to unbox and put all of the new things you had just gotten away. Over time you had gotten better and in just a week you were back to perfect health. He was happy for you of course, now unafraid to visit you along side his friends without a mask on.

Currently you had gotten your room keys and ID before heading out, saying a quick goodbye to your roommate as you left. You made your way out in the elevator and began to walk off campus, as you played music through your headphones and looked around town at night, you were interrupted by a familiar ping ringing in your headphones. A notification, more specifically a text, yet again from Katsuki. You walked into the building you had planned to walk into before opening his text message.

You cocked a brow as you went into Life360, checking the shared group Kirishima had made to see Bakugos location. It was saying he was still at the dorms and as you continued to reload his page it buffered. You nearly had a heart attack when you felt him now standing over from behind you inside the pizzeria before scolding you for being out so late.

As the two of you spoke back and forth the cashier had asked if you were ordering, you quickly left Katsuki’s side to order as he watched you from behind. Before you were able to pay he quickly bud in, already tapping his card on the transaction machine as the payment was immediately accepted. You turned to look at him wide eyed.

“I could’ve paid for it myself.” You said stubbornly, taking the receipt that was printed before reading the price, thinking of how much you would’ve had to pay back.

“I know, I wanted to do it, ‘n don’t think about payin’ me back.” He replied, now removing the hoodie that covered his hair before digging back in his pocket and pulling out his wallet, putting his card back.

He was lying, he wanted to pay for you because he cared, and he was still not over the fact you left your dorm so late to walk to the pizzeria instead of ordering food because you didn’t have enough. When he saw your upset reaction at him paying he couldn’t help but smirk at you.

Thankfully enough for the both of you, your pizza had came soon after, and as before he was quick to take the load, carrying the hot box in his hands as the two of you walked back to your dorm. As you were in the elevator you had your dorm key ready in your hands, knowing your room was one of the first in front of it.

As you unlocked your door and opened it you had offered for Katsuki to come inside, he hadn’t said anything and just look at you. The silence was deafening as it seemed you two were in a short staring contest, him being the first to lose before he blinked and turned to the side.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked, you were startled by his sudden question and the manner of it, the tone he was asking you in was serious. Before you could even get your joke out after you had nodded he immediately dived in, leaning in and kissing you softly, as you wasted no time kissing him back.

Before you could ask him why he did it or what caused him to even think of such he immediately shoved your pizza box in your hands before saying bye and leaving, heading straight for the stairs as you remained baffled.

He had known why, he liked you, he had for a while now. It was funny all things considering before he had made his way to you at the pizzeria Denki had slipped up and told him that you had a crush on him also. That was probably the first time his friends had ever seen him smile, especially so widely, it suited for the most part when it was natural.

As you now lied in bed, you couldn’t sleep, your head wrapping around the event that had occurred nearly an hour ago. You had told your roommate who you were close with, the two of you freaking out before getting a noise complaint. As you scrolled through social media you received a text from Katsuki.

As the two of you had shared a passionate moment outside of your dorm room in the hall, your roommate came up from behind you, opening the door and asking you if you were alright. When she got a look of Katsuki with your lip liner/lipstick smudged across his cheek and upper lip she laughed, quickly turning around and letting the door shut behind her.

You only laughed along with her, taking in the small mess you had made on the poor boys face before attempting to wipe it with your hands, most of it coming off as the rest was smudged. You said your goodbyes to one another as he walked off. You had immediately went to your roommates side, filling her in with all of the details before texting Katsuki.

What wonderful friends the two of you were, truly.

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✴🕷 please do not copy, plagiarize, edit, or translate any works submitted by me. all works are originated and all other pictures used within those works are online images. thank you!! @kryptznnn

[royaltysuite]

Sweet Taste... (w/ Karl Heisenberg)

Summary: Right after the meeting with Mother Miranda and the rest of the lords, Heisenberg seems to need his favorite vice in the form of you shivering and whimpering beneath before he faces off with Ethan Winters. You seem to have the same thought to surprise him when he returns home... As the saying goes, great minds think alike.

Warnings: Dom!Heisenberg, Sub!Reader, unprotected p-i-v, Heisenberg fucks you in his work room, fingering, oral (m/f receiving), degradation

Author's Note: Here it is folks, my very first Kinktober 2024 post. The one will fall under the Domination/Submission category. This does not mean it can't be requested again. Each category is open to be requested with different characters. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy it! Stay Classy~~~

Wanna Buy Me A Coffee?

When Karl was called away to an audience with Mother Miranda, I had already begun to suspect that he would return home highly upset. It was no secret that he hated being in her presence. After all, what she did to him was something he never wanted.

But, that didn't necessarily mean it didn't give him new gifts.

While Heisenberg was away, I began to prepare for his return. I made my way towards his main workshop which was connected to our bed chambers. The journey there was silent despite the sound of machinery clanging together.

It didn't take long for me to reach my destination and enter the room. Once inside, I quickly shut the door behind me and got to work clearing up some space. It didn't take long for me to get the area somewhat cleaned before I began to get myself ready.

Luckily, his workshop had a built-in shower room so I didn't have to walk too far to quickly shower and get dressed. Though, I did have to enter our shared room to grab my gift for Karl. It was a nice lingerie set that Alcina had gifted me despite Karl's protests.

Honestly those two argue like their true siblings. Besides the point...

I set the box aside on the bathroom counter before hopping underneath the stream of hot, steaming water. I stood under there for a good minute before actually scrubbing myself down with a jasmine infused oil, knowing it would be a welcome scent from the typical blood and grime he was used to.

I scrubbed for a good ten minutes before shutting off the water and drying off. Once dried, I then took the lingerie set and quickly got dressed. As I was in the middle ready, the phone in Karl's workshop began to rang. The loud ring startled me out of my skin and my hand went to my chest, trying to calm my racing heart.

The phone then rang three more times after the first. A sequence that only him and I knew in case we needed to contact one another. Once the ring finished, I immediately answered and was greeted by the gruff tone of my husband.

"Doll, you there?" His question pierced in my ear. "Yes, my love. I'm here. How did your audience go with Miranda?" I responded to him. "Not something I want to discuss over the phone. I'll be home soon, so be a good girl and wait for me alright?" The message was clear as day to me.

I knew exactly what he meant and it set the start to the fire in my stomach. Each second was agonizing to me when all I wanted was to feel his rough touch upon my body. But, I knew that if I started without him, I would be in for punishment instead of the pleasure I craved.

Five minutes had passed by in a blink of an eye and the doorknob to the workshop began to wiggle. 'He's here...' I thought, scrambling to make myself look presentable for him. My eyes never left from the door as it creaked open.

They soon landed on my husband's figure as he crossed the threshold into the room. He then saw my form spread out across his desk and he sucked in a sharp breath. "What's all this?" He questioned, his deep brown eyes darkening with lust as they roamed my plush, lingerie-clad figure.

"Just wanted to be a little...stress relief for you. After all, I know how much you hate being near that woman. So, why don't you come here and take what's yours?" That seemed to change something in him because as soon as I finished speaking, his lips immediately met with mine.

The kiss was heated and sloppy. It was like he was trying to devour me whole at that moment. My hands began to aimlessly wander, trying to reach his waistband. Though that didn't sit well with him. "Don't start acting like a brat. You'll get what you want soon enough..." He growled, taking my bottom lip in between his teeth and causing it to draw blood.

I winced softly but let out a whine, wanting nothing more but for him to hurry up and ravage me. Karl then pulled away and flipped me over, my stomach coming in contact with the cold feeling on the desk beneath me. His hands then began to move around my body, lingering along my waistband.

"Wearing such clothing...you must've been wanting to be treated like nothing. Is that what you want, Princess?" "Please, treat me like nothing but a dirty slut..." I moaned, trying to rub my ass against him in an attempt for him to get the hint.

Luckily, he did because as soon as I did, he delivered a swift smack against my right cheek and followed up with another. The sudden strike left me shocked and I gasped out a moan. Heisenberg then took the chance to finally rip off my panties, effectively tearing them to shreds. Well, there goes that pair...

Once the fabric was out of the way, he pulled my legs apart and the sight of my quivering pussy made him grunt as he took in my scent. I could feel his shaking breaths inching closer and closer before his lips attached themselves to my cunt.

Just like when he kissed me, that same passion and desire to devour me came back tenfold. Each flick of his tongue hitting my clit sent tiny sparks to my core. I tried my best to hold back my moans but was met with another strike to my ass. A silent way of him telling me 'Let me hear you...'

Though, I was never the best at keeping quiet when it came to sleeping with my beast of a husband.

Karl kept a solid, steady pace of eating me out - soon bringing me closer and closer to the edge of my first of many orgasms. "Close...i'm so close~" I whined, trying to pull him closer so that I could cum.

But my efforts proved futile as he pulled away, causing me to whine loudly due to my orgasm being ripped away from me. Though that of course didn't bother my husband. He then flipped me onto my back before working to remove his belt and pants.

The sight of his hands running down his body and palming himself through his boxers was one that I loved. Not wanting to lose my orgasm, I tried to finger myself but my hand was caught in his tight grip.

"Didn't I say to be a good little slut?" "P-please, I need-" "Shh, I know what you need, but you'll be digging yourself deeper into a hole if you continue to act up. Now, you wanna be my perfect little slut or a brat that gets nothing?" He questioned, his tone deep and sultry.

As much as I wanted to act out, the need to be fucked-out was much stronger. "I'll be good, I promise~~ Please fuck me!" I cried out, my cries soon turning into moans at the feeling of his length pushing past my entrance.

He fed me inch by inch until the entirety of his cock was nestled deep inside of me. Even without him moving, I could still feel him reach spots that I could never reach with any toy that I had. Not even with my fingers.

Karl, after giving me a few seconds to adjust, began thrusting at a steady pace. The slow drag of his cock against my walls was a feeling that could instantly send me into a euphoric bliss. No longer able to hold back, my moans echoed loudly in the room and if someone were to walk past, they'd know exactly what was happening behind these closed doors.

Pleased by my unspoken choice, Karl smirked and started to increase the pace. He pushed my legs closer to my head and began pounding away without any abandon. It caught me by surprise, but that was washed away completely and was replaced by pure and immense pleasure.

The lewd sound of his hips making contact with my ass. The smell of sweat, sex and ashes. And when he reached in between our bodies to start playing with my clit. It was like my senses went into overdrive and I came right then and there alongside my husband. Though really, I squirted all over his lower body.

This caught Karl by surprise and he chuckled under his breath. "Oh my...baby, how come you never told me you could do that?" "I-i didn't know I could even do that...this is so embarrassing." I stuttered in response, trying yet failing to shield my heated face from his gaze.

He then pulled my hands away from my face and planted a cheek on my cheek before whispering in my ear. "I hope you're ready for more because for the rest of the night, I'm making you do that over and over."

And with those words, he hoisted my naked form into an upright position. The sudden movement caused my legs to lock behind his back and my arms wrapped tightly around his neck, afraid that I would lose my grip and fall.

My husband let out a boisterous laugh before he made his way to the connecting room. Oh how long this night will be...

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Author's Note: And there we have it guys, the first ever post for Kinktober 2024! It honestly took a lot longer than I wanted but that's only because I kept getting distracted by other Kinktober fics. On another note, as stated previously, if there's a topic you'd like to use in any requests/commissions, please let me know. The topics won't be removed so you can ask for any topic with a character you'd like to see written for it. Anyways, that's all and I hope you guys do enjoy reading this! Stay Classy~~

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Baby's special drink

Franco Barbi x mother!reader

warning : outlast trial moderate level of characters/themes etc, comfort, mommy issues, breastfeeding, dom/sub undertones, no use of y/n, kissing, Franco worships his women

Summary : The latest show was about to begin, a great new game for the big boy but before that could happen and he could hold his Lupara in his hands again, her sweet little disobedient Franco needed his special drink that only his mommy could make fresh...of course with the help of Franco himself.

info : Yeah what can i say fucked up things and little psychopaths are just cute, have fun to the fans out there with this piece and see you next time :)

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Shrill sounds, flashing lights and gas in different dark colors always heralded her entry into his world, from which she had to be painstakingly removed each time.

The pain of her body secondary to what she meant to him, the still important object for the ex-pop and therefore she could not be thrown away and she knew that for the observation of his "children" dear Doctor Easterman would do anything even if it meant pumping several women full of hormones and other proteins to get exactly the kind of woman his failed experiment craves.

Opening her eyes again, slightly dazed, she smelled the odor of this place, stale liquids, blood and metal that seemed as rotten as everything else in the place, but it hardly bothered her anymore, on the contrary, once she was in his world she felt safer, safer than with the others because he truly loved her and cared.

Making her way further in from the entrance, she knew that the games would soon begin again, the entertainment for her sweet little boy who should get some pleasure rather than always being glued to her skirt.

Her lilac high heels were slightly stained with dirt and blood but it seemed inevitable here in this place, ,,Oh my sweet Franco mother is back!" she cried as she made her way to his room knocking on the door she heard a rustle and a jolt before she stepped into the room and once again found a small mess.

Scattered milk bottles, body parts some human some dolls, ammunition strewn across the floor and lying on the bullet of her replacement, ,,What took you so long? I was all alone and I hate it when they take you away from me," he grumbled and he turned away from her to hear the sucking noise as he feigned another fit of rage because she had caught him not tidying his room again.

Putting her hands on her hips and kicking her shoes hard on the floor, she saw him wince, ,,Franco Barbi, I told you to clean your room! Now I come back and what do I see?" she shouted at him, watching with satisfaction as he crawled off the doll's lap and made his way to her, holding on to her leg and nestling his cheek against her thigh.

,,I-I really wanted to do it, I promised, but those fuckers interrupted me," he said and she followed his gaze out through the cracked glass where she saw several bodies hanging. Stroking him sweetly over the individual tufts of hair, she felt the satisfaction in her body to see him helpless and submissive but still dangerous like a small ticking time bomb.

Franco, however, understanding her patience as his lust, tried to rub against her leg, which was met with a slap of his pacifier, ,,Naughty boys get no love from mother, clean up your room while I make your drink," she told him and finally tapped him on the tip of his nose before breaking away from him and going to the little drinks trolley, but she still heard his mumbles of apologies, love confessions and swearing.

As always, the small box contained everything she needed for his favorite drink, the wolf's milk: amaretto, egg white, gin and the very special milk that her darling loved to drink so much he was denied after his arrival in the world, it is only natural that he would long for her and her body.

She was there to satisfy exactly this desire, although she had improved a little, as Easterman told her, every time she was injected with new hormones, tied to the table and her body, which had no desire to think about it, she took care of the egg white first, which was always a little difficult to get out.

But while she was breaking it open and tipping it back and forth, she kept glancing at her darling who, of course, had followed her order to throw the doll parts into an old box, he simply threw the real female body parts down the shaft and got rid of the beginning to rotten nipples he had tried to attach to the milk bottles.

,,You're doing well, my darling," she praised him and threw away the rest of the egg and took care of the alcohol, which she always had to assess a little without a proper bar, but her little one had never complained before, he had always liked it. she heard the soft giggle that came over his lips when she praised him, even if he preferred it when she humiliated him, he learned to appreciate this gentleness.

Even after the gin and the amaretto were in the metal container, all that was missing was the milk, which she took care of herself turning away from him slightly she pulled her dress down slightly at her bosom and uncovered one of her breasts with a few squeezing movements of her fingers she tried as always to get the milk out, it had always worked but today no matter how hard she tried and also tried her other breast it didn't seem to work.

Franco had of course not taken his eyes off her, his heart was still beating fast from her quick-tempered yet loving manner but when he heard her sigh he paused with the last of the clean-up and walked slowly towards her, stretching out his fingers and looking into the cup he saw that it was almost the color of the final drink, only the milk was missing.

,,A good boy helps his mother with everything," he murmured and scrambled around the drink trolley before standing up in front of her, his hands on her wrists, pushing them aside harder than necessary, which was met with a warning look from her, but she let him go knowing it would only delay the next run.

She pulled him to her, gently running her hands over him, nipping him lightly here and there but finally a moan left her lips as he sucked on her nipple greedily and needily he pressed further against her and she held him lightly, ,,That's it, help mother with that," she murmured, gently stroking his cheek again and again, listening to his sighs of pleasure and muffled moans.

Her own sounds could be heard in the room every now and then as he massaged her sensitive breast with his fingers, as if they both knew it was like a reward for her, a respite from the pain of injections and operations of which they both had enough but it never seemed to end however, more sustainable if they had each other no matter in which way and position.

He could be such a good boy when he wanted to be so gentle lying in her arms pressing against her was always so good, he was also nice bringing her gifts or giving her a necklace of teeth he had knocked out and torn out of his victims while they begged for their lives.

But at the latest when she heard the first warning she knew that they didn't have quite as much time left, ,,Well that's enough darling thank you wait in your chair" she ordered clasping his face as she practically had to pull him away from her before she dried his face a little with the end of her dress and gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead she heard another murmured ,,Thanks" from him as he sat down in his chair waiting like a wolf for his next victim.

With the help of her darling, the milk came much more easily and only a few moments later she pulled her dress back on properly and swirled a spoon around in the metal container for a few seconds before reaching for the martini glass and pouring out the milky colostrum that he hadn't gotten as a baby.

Turning back to him with the drink in hand, he lay back in the doll's arms as she held the glass out to him, ,,Ah what do you say?" she asked after he nearly grabbed it and the glass almost flew out of her hand.

She couldn't help but smile a smile of affinity as she saw him hating himself for the favor and yet his neurotic twitching of his hips told her he wanted more from her, ,,Thank you...Mommy," he mumbled, making a relieved noise when she gave him his wolf's milk and he drank it like an adult instead of from the milk bottles.

Satisfied, she sat down on the armrest of the armchair and played with his suit, where the holster of the amunition was located, listening to his pleasurable humming and the two of them enjoyed the peace and quiet they had.

Until the signal sounded again and she heard the grumble of her favorite finishing his drink and hurling it with indignation against the wall where the glass shattered into a thousand small splinters, ,,Not so rough in here, I know I'd like to stay with you too," she warned and pressed herself lightly against him, his head practically lying on her breasts as she felt his hands clinging to her hips.

Together they overcame his childish fit before he rose from the armchair and adjusted his clothes and put the ammunition in his beloved Lupara while she sat down in his armchair, it was intended for her to stay longer until she would be forcibly taken away again the "next morning" without a sunrise down here.

She watched him clearly showing her devotion and pleasure as she played with the hem of her dress but gently pushed the stiletto of her high heels into his belly as he came to her.

,,Now don't be in such a hurry my Wolf go out and find some nice new victims and then the mother will give everything your worthless body deserves yes?" she clarified a smile curling on her lips and she heard the snort as he knew his playtime was about to begin.

Bowing with his shotgun as if he had given her a show, he gave her a gentle kiss on the back of her hand before turning to her at the door with a final, ,,Oh I'll be excellent mommy" before she heard the first screams, curses and gunshots just a few moments later as she waited as always for her good boy to come crawling back to his mother as soon as his toys were broken again.

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@goldenponcho , @embercub , @lovesick-on-the-loose , @youre-gonna-see-a-lot-of-me

[milaisreading]

Good day~

Sorry for sending you my request during submission box, Tumblr glitched. So I resend this. As I said, I reeeeeally like your blue lock headcanons! Bullock manager is such an adorable idea. So if you don't mind, can I as you for some more headcanons about blue lock boys simping for their manager?

Have a great day, I wish you a lot of inspiration!~

Thanks for the request! No need to apologize, also sorry in advance I can usually only write HCs with scenarios, soo this might be long. Hope u enjoy it🩷

Pairing: Blue Lock x Reader

Warning ⚠️: none in particular tbh. Reader uses she/her here and manga spoilers Ig

⚽️Blue Lock belongs to Muneyuki Kaneshiro and Yusuke Nomura⚽️

Today was like any other at Blue Lock, you had Ego roasting everyone, (Y/n) and Anri trying to get him to eat something healthy and the boys doing their own thing with training. By now it was lunch time and the players along with (Y/n) were sent to eat as Anri and Ego went through some papers and plans for the upcoming trainings, as well as the match with the U-20 team.

'I am so hungry... Bachira kept me away from eating the whole morning. Why did he ask me to watch his dribbling even?!'

The girl blinked as she walked towards the cafeteria, cringing as she heard loud screaming from her friends.

"I am not dealing with this today. I think Ego-san has left some unattended yakisoba in the fridge." The girl said with a bittersweet smile. As much as they were annoying at times, she held the team close to her heart.

'They are good guys... but I am not dealing with their shenanigans today.'

Now the cafeteria wasn't like this the whole time, since 20 minutes ago it was very quiet and the boys were honestly minding their own business. Well that was until Nagi logged into his phone and saw a rather peculiar post. He raised his eyebrow in disgust as he read the caption on the post.

'Going to meet this cutie soon🩷'

"How did Oliver Aiku get a picture of our manager?" Nagi whispered to Reo, who was sitting next to him. The question caused his friend to spit out his drink and look at Nagi in shock and confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"He posted this... now that I look at the picture more, it could be the one when she went to help out during a JFU press conference."

"Give me that!"

Nagi let Reo take his phone, while he was seething on the inside.

'Now I regret not sneaking off that day. With my frame nobody would have gotten a picture of her.'

"This can't be for real... Oliver Aiku, the biggest player Japan witnessed!" Reo groaned, catching the attention of Aryu and the former Team Z members.

"What is it with Oliver Aiku?" Aryu asked, walking over to the table.

"Don't tell me you are afraid of playing against him." Chigiri teased.

"It's not that... just look." Reo groaned, showing Aryu the post. The boy stopped playing with the ends of his hair when he read the post, looking in horror at the pro-player's post.

"Not him of all people! We need to keep (Y/n) as far away as possible! He is too ugly to be in her presence. "

"I know! But how?"

"This is such a hassle... can I just hit him in the head with the ball or something?"

"What is this about (Y/n)? And what does Aiku have to do with her?" Baro questioned, the cafeteria now completely silent when they mentioned the girl's name.

"Oliver Aiku seems to have some interest in her. Look." Aryu sighed, giving Baro the phone. The long haired boy sat down as what was left of Team Z approached them.

"What do you mean? How does he even know about her?" Bachira pouted, while Kunigami and Gagamaru were on high alert.

"This isn't good, we can't let that bastard near her." Isagi added as Chigiri nodded his head.

"Especially with his history with women... Yeah, (Y/n) is way better off not knowing him." Otoya added, a little annoyed that the pro-player knew of their manager.

"So what's the plan? It's not like all of us can stay around her all the time."

"Are we fighting?" Kurona and Karasu came, curious as to what they are supposed to do.

"We can't really do that. There will be a lot of cameras, and with Oliver Aiku being as popular as he is, they will follow every move." Yukimiya said, adjusting his glasses as the rest groaned. Rin kept quiet as he searched for the said post to see it with his own eyes, and sure enough it was there. What made it worse in Rin's eyes was that even his own brother, Itoshi Sae liked it. That pretty much set a blaze of anger off and Rin got up from his seat.

"Well that's the only option we have. Some of us will be on the bench or be called for a switch. We need to keep that guy away from (Y/n)." Rin said to the group, who all nodded their heads.

"Alright then! It's settled, we are doing our best to win against the U-20 and keep Aiku away." Isagi said after he finally calmed Bachira down.

"Of course. Can you imagine that asshole near (Y/n)?" Baro tsked, not liking that image in the slightest.

"Right! (Y/n) is so sweet and kind, Aiku is totally not for her." Aryu sighed as the others nodded along.

"Right, she is suited for someone like me." Otoya added suddenly, earning glares from his fellow teammates.

"Hell no! (Y/n) doesn't even know you that well! I am more her type, she is so calm and collected, perfect for me!" Bachira said, sending a warning glare to the white/green-haired boy.

"Her type? Bachira you are rough and wild, there is no way (Y/n) will want to be with you. Me on the other hand, I am the perfect gentleman." Chigiri said smugly. Kunigami rolled his eyes at the redhead's comment along with Gagamaru.

"Then I am the perfect candidate, also physically I am superior too, who else will protect her when it's necessary."

"Now when we talk about physique, I am far superior than you are. My queen would be much happier with me." Baro said, getting into Kunigami's face.

"Well, (Y/n) might not be into muscles. Besides, with the way she is always so kind and sweet to me, I am sure I am winning."

Isagi's comment irritated Rin and the younger Itoshi got into his face now.

"You winning next to me? We all know the best striker wins here, and that is me. Keep your hands off of her."

"You all are acting as if I am not in the clear win here, after all I am the richest. I could offer (Y/n) anything her heart desires." Reo added with a pout as Nagi shook his head.

"I think she would prefere a calm and quiet life. So I am the ideal partner there, you lose."

"Nagi, shut up!"

"I think (Y/n) and I would be a good match too. She looks happy when talking to me." Gagamaru commented while his face turned red.

"That's in her glamorous nature, Gagamaru." Aryu added while sighing.

By now the whole cafeteria was in total chaos, a mix of arguments over who the better match for (Y/n) was or singing praises about the girl.

Outside, (Y/n) and Hiori were playing rock, paper, scissors on who will yell at them to stop.

"What even started the argument?" (Y/n) asked, sighing at her loss as the boy shook his head.

"I don't know. I was practicing my dribbling and then came to you." Hiori said, blushing a little at the closeness.

'She smells really sweet today~'

As the day of the U-20 and Blue Lock 11 match approached, (Y/n) grew more and more anxious, hoping the boys will be able to handle the pressure. The whole of Japan was watching and she did her best to be on the call as soon as one of her friends needed help. Barely paying attention to anyone outside of her team, (Y/n) never noticed how every time Aiku tried to approach her or how one of the boys, usually Baro or Kunigami would whisk her away or glare at the player.

[lostbetweenvampiresandmusic]

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The head lay in the box still. Julie had left the room, and if Max was being honest, he wasn't sure whether she had gone to her room or to the boys. It felt wrong to let her just go like that, but everything that had happened during the last week had just been a bit too much for her. Max sighed as he stood up, lifting the box from the table.

It would be of no use to let it sit there. Instead, he had to clean up the head and get rid of the box around it. As he walked towards the garage, his eyes fell on a dark spot on the edge of the box. It was dark red, drenched in blood, but Max could still see exactly what had been printed there. A small logo with the letters COL. Max frowned. Were they after Julie?

Two hours north of Santa Carla, an old man entered a small, sterile room. The room was white, and the only thing in it was a bed, attached to which was some medical equipment. On the bed laid a young woman in her early thirties. Her ginger hair had been combed and put into a loose braid, preventing any tangles from happening. Her body was covered in a thick white blanket, a small blue dot pattern printed upon it. The old man smiled when he saw she was awake.

"How are you feeling?"

"Better," she said softly with a weak smile, "I think this medicine is working better than the last one."

"Good." The man sat down next to her, his wrinkled hand holding her smooth one. "You seem to be getting stronger again. I really hope this one is it."

"Me too, dad." The woman murmured quietly, not looking at her father. "I just wished-"

"No. We're not talking about this now. You need to focus on getting better. Let me focus on the technicalities behind the medicine, alright?" The man sounded stern, and despite her age, the woman shrank back into her pillow, nodding submissively. As the man left, the door closed with a click. She couldn't help but wonder how he got this medicine. As much as she loved her father, she knew he would go to unethical lengths to keep her healthy.

"What do you mean, you can't help me? I'm telling you she is missing!" Greg growled at the horn, ignoring the protest from the officer on the other side. "I don't have to mind my tone you have to do your fucking job! Shelly is missing, and you fucking need to find her!"

Beepbeepbeep

"Shit!" Greg cursed as he threw the horn across the room, banging his fist against the wall. Three weeks. It had been three weeks since he had seen his girl, since he had heard from her and he knew something was wrong. Shelly wasn't like this. Sure, she'd sometimes forget to put the horn back on the receiver, but no matter what, they had seen each other daily. So why not now? What happened to her?

As Greg thought back to that night, all he could think of was the fact that that quiet freak had something to do with it. She had been on the beach, she had been there angering Shelly - what if that freak had done something to enact some sort of revenge? Greg shook his head, growling as he picked up the horn, dialling the number of some private investigator he found in the yellow pages.

"Meet me in two days at Joe's at three, alright? I'll see what I can do for you." The man, Xander Frog, had sounded tired but determined after Greg explained his case. He had even forgone payment after realising he was dealing with a youngster - his words, not Greg's - saying he'd help but couldn't make any promises. Still, it was more than nothing. Xander would do some research, find out what he could and with any luck he'd see Shelly again sometime soon.

He hoped so, he thought as he poured himself a drink. He was nothing without her. Sure, people cowered, but it didn't have the same effect as before. Shelly always brought that spark, that edge of danger, that unpredictability that he needed to stay in charge. Without her, he was just the next guy trying to claim the boardwalk as his own. He wasn't, but the people didn't know that yet. When he got Shell back, he'd make sure everyone would know that the boardwalk was his. He would make sure everyone would know Shelly was his. No one would harm her or touch her ever again. No, she would stay by his side, protected by his power.

Max had just finished cleaning up the box, burning the head in an old barbecue he never intended to use before - and certainly wasn't going to use now - when his phone rang. He picked up the receiver, hearing the anxious voice of Maria on the other side.

"I was sorting tapes, and one of them wasn't marked, so I had to put it in to see what was on it and-"

The girl sounded sick, ready to throw up any second.

"Have you stopped the tape?"

"Yes." Maria said, her tears audible in her voice.

"Alright. Give me twenty minutes, and I'll be there. You're taking the rest of the week off, alright? No ifs and buts, I don't know what you've seen yet, but I think you need and deserve a break."

"Max, I can't-"

"You can. If money is what you're worried about, I'll handle it. Now get something to drink, close the shop and I'll be there as soon as I can."

Maria nodded, hanging up the phone. The images she'd seen were burned in her mind, and he thought of them alone was enough to make her sick.

She walked towards the tiny kitchenette in the back of the store, grabbing a glass from the cupboard. Her hand was shaking as she filled it with water, taking some long sips. She needed to focus now, focus on her breathing, focus on staying calm. She never had to see those images again. She didn't have to come back here for a week. She just needed to focus in calming her nerves and-

"Maria?"

The girl almost screamed as she heard her name being called. Luckily, she caught herself before she'd done so and before she dropped the glass to the ground.

"I didn't mean to startle you, dear." Max stood in the doorway of the kitchenette. Maria was so upset by what she'd seen, she hadn't even noticed that his arrival time was just a bit too quick to be normal. "I've asked Paul and Marko if they'd be willing to bring you home, if you're okay with that."

Numbly, Maria nodded. She put her glass down, walking out the store without saying goodbye to Max. She just needed to get out and get as far away from those images as she could.

The second Max was certain that Maria had left the building. He locked the doors and turned the lights off. One night of not opening the store wouldn't do much harm, and he was much too curious to see what was on that tape.

He walked towards his office, seeing that the television was still on, the grey static buzzing on the screen. On his desk laid an empty cardboard box. No name, no sender, no stamp - nothing to indicate where it had come from. Max frowned as he put it back down, grabbing the remote that lay next to it. As he pushed the play button, he was greeted with the face of a young female doctor sitting in a laboratory. The film was in black and white, but even then, she seemed to radiate. Pride, Max realised, as she began to talk.

"So, you know how I've been trying to find a cure for Mel?" The woman had a proud triumphant smile on her face as she looked at the person behind the camera. "I think I found something! Oh, you're not going to believe this. It is absolutely brilliant!"

The woman jumped up and walked towards a heavy metal door at the back of her lab. She pushed it open, allowing the camera to step into the room first. The camera showed a metal table, with a white cloth on top of it. The cloth was covering a human shaped form. Max frowned. Surely this woman didn't mean -

"What is this?" A male voice asked.

"This," the woman grinned, "is the cure to everything. No more pain. No more aches. No more disease. If we're lucky, even no more death."

"You can't beat death!"

"Then explain this!" The woman pulled the cloth off of the body, revealing a young girl. Her hair was tangled, her body bruised all over.

"What have you done to her?"

The woman ignored the question, smiling as she handed the man some files. "Do you see this? These injuries are only an hour old, and already they're healing."

"This is inhumane-"

"This thing isn't human. It is the cure for everything. It's sire needed the money, and let me tell you - we hit the jackpot! This will save-"

The scene ended abruptly. Someone had filmed over that part of the tape, Max realised, as he saw a familiar scene. A large room, a crowd cheering loudly, and two creatures being forced to fight. He had seen this before. He had been there, watching from the shadows. He grabbed the remote control, speeding forward, when suddenly he paused. There, in the crowd, was a vampire. The same vampire whose head was now burnt to ashes in his backyard.

What the hell was Lucien doing there?

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Good Little Housewife

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Mommy Dom Yelan x Submissive Wife Reader NSFW 1.5k

You were always excited when Yelan came home from work, waiting by the door for her around the time she usually arrived. You had spent the entire day cleaning the house, ensuring there wasn't a speck of dust to be seen. You found peace in having such a clean and organized space, and you knew Yelan always appreciated it after a long work day.

You two had been married for around a year, and it was the most beautiful year of your life. You had found your life partner, and the spark between the two of you was still well and alive. You never understood when people spoke about how awful marriage was. Of course, it had its ups and downs, but you two were in it for the long haul.

As soon as Yelan opened the door, you had a bright smile plastered on your face. "Welcome home, Love!" You immediately took one of her bags for her, setting it on the table by the front door.

"How was work today?" You knew you wouldn't get much of a straight answer from Yelan regarding her job. To this day, you are still not exactly sure what she does for Liyue since it was so secretive. However, you didn't mind not knowing much about her job because you trusted Yelan.

"It was alright…" Yelan's voice sounded weary, she had been working many extra hours recently, and it clearly had been taking a toll on her.

"Well! Some dinner may make it better. I can make your favorite."

As you spoke, you turned towards the kitchen, thinking about what ingredients you had on hand. You were so focused on what to make you missed Yelan coming up behind you. As Yelans arms wrapped around your slender body, you couldn't help but lean back into her warmth. The smell of her perfume, fresh rain, and cotton always brought a sense of peace. Everything about her was intoxicating, and your heart couldn't help but swell with love for the woman behind you.

"No food…" She murmured as she buried her face in your neck, her lips gently grazing your skin. "You have been such a good girl lately… Taking care of the cooking and cleaning like a good housewife, you deserve a reward, don't you?" As Yelan spoke, she ran her hands down your body, running along your hips before wrapping her arms around you. You couldn't help but smile at her praise, warmth rushing through your body at the thought of pleasing your wife.

"I do…"

Yelan smiled at your meek voice, finding it precious how easily you could slip into that submissive mindset for her. Your once loud and talkative personality was gone, turned into the eager housewife ready to serve.

"Good… Go get ready for me. I shouldn't have to remind you what to do, right?

You shook your head no in response, a bit of a blush forming on your cheeks as you thought about what was to come.

"What do you say?"

"Thank you, Mommy."

With that, Yelan stepped back, giving your ass a soft tap to get you moving. She waited a few minutes, unpacking her bag for the day before she made her way to the bedroom in the back of your apartment. You were right where you were supposed to be when she opened the door. It didn't matter how often she saw you like this. It always made her heart skip a beat.

There you were, your thighs slightly spread as you sat on your knees on the bed. It gave Yelan the perfect view of your cunt, and your breasts were on display for her in this position. You looked like an angel with those doe eyes staring at her, struggling to hold back the anticipation and excitement you felt with what was to come.

"Oh Princess… you're breathtaking as always."

Yelan left you alone on the bed as she opened the closet door, pulling out your box of toys that you keep hidden in the back. Her body blocked your view as she dug through all the toys, the possibilities of what she could be grabbing running through your head. Yelan was a sneaky woman, keeping whatever she held hidden, even as she tucked the box away where it belonged.

"On your back, my love."

You immediately moved from your kneeling position, laying back on the plush bed, trying to crane your head to see what Yelan was doing.

"Patience… you don't want this to become a punishment, do you?" When she approached the bed, she placed her cold hands on your bare thighs, rubbing circles into your skin with her thumb. It wasn't long before she slowly spread them apart, her hands trailing up higher on your thighs.

"I'll be good, Mommy. I want my reward" Yelan was always a tease. Even with rewards, she would take everything slow and sensual. She hummed in approval at your reassurance, not saying anything as she bent down between your legs, gently kissing the flesh of your inner thigh. No matter how much you squirmed or quietly begged, her lips never went where you wanted them. Instead, her lips would trail down to your core before pulling away, moving to your other thigh, sometimes nipping at the skin to leave behind marks.

"You don't seem happy, darling. Why don't you tell me exactly what you want for your reward?" Your face was flushed a bright red as she looked up at you from between your spread legs, a smirk on her face as she waited for your answer.

"Please… I want" It always flustered you having to vocalize what you wanted, which was precisely what Yelan loved to see. The flushed cheeks, the stuttering nervous voice, and the fact you could hardly look her in the eyes. Just seeing her embarrassed wife brought her so much pleasure and enjoyment.

You sat up a little to look at Yelan, placing your hand on top of hers before guiding it down your cunt. "Please… touch me here."

"Since you asked so nicely."

As you pulled your hand away from Yelans, her middle and ring fingers dipped into your cut, slowly curling them in a come hither motion. "Already so wet? Such a needy girl."

She continued trailing kisses along your thighs, leaving plenty of marks behind on your skin as she fingered you. She picked the pace the more your body reacted, your muscles tensing, your moans and whines getting louder with each passing minute.

You were so lost in the feeling you missed the sound of the bullet vibrator being turned on. Yelan clicked it on to the lowest setting and placed it against your clit, causing your eyes to fly open.

"Oh my god!" You cried out in shock, your hands digging into the bedsheets as you needed to hold on to something. Yelan chucked against the skin of your thighs, gently rubbing the vibrator in circles against your clit. She had already pushed another finger into your sopping cunt, skilfully pumping them in and out.

"Oh, Mommy! Please, can I cum? I've been so good for you!" You were a blubbering mess as you begged Yelan to let you cum. You knew your place. Yelan always had to give permission before you were allowed to cum, even with rewards.

She knew you were getting close before you said anything. The way your body was writhing on the bed, your loud moans echoing in the bedroom. She loved seeing you like this, on the cusp of orgasm, desperately trying to hold it back. To her, you looked like an angel even in this sinful position.

"Yes, you may come, Princess."

As soon as you had permission from Yelan, you were crying out her name, letting the orgasm you had held back wash over you. White hot pleasure coursed through your veins as your back arched off the bed, your eyes screwed tightly shut. To Yelans surprise, you squirted on her fingers, the fluid staining the sheets of the bed, not that she minded. Yelan just focused on coaxing you through your orgasm.

You were in pure bliss as you started coming down from your high, lost in the haze that washed over your body. When you started coming back, Yelan had already moved up to lay next to you, her hand gently caressing your hip while she trailed kisses up your neck.

When your eyes fluttered open, she pulled back, smiling down at you before capturing your lips in a kiss. It was so warm and passionate that it made your heart start doing flips in your chest. When the kiss finally broke, you locked eyes for a moment.

"I love you."

"I love you too, princess."

To Yelans surprise, you suddenly locked your leg around her waist, flipping her over so that you were on top.

"I need to make Mommy feel good too."

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Kinktober Day 4

Impact Play: Taeyong

!sub Taeyong

Taeyong was naughty and always chasing a punishment. He liked it, liked being bent over and spanked across the ass with any object you wanted. Today was no different, he had been bugging you for what felt like hours, wanting your attention while you worked, ignoring your constant replies of I get off at five, bubu, be patient and continuing to ask.

“Hey, honey,” You hum softly, interrupting him mid-game while he sits in front of his computer, you massage his shoulders gently, “I’ve finished work.”

He didn’t even try to finish the game, hitting the power button and taking off his headset and spinning around in his chair to face you. His eyes light up as he meets your gaze, god he is just too cute it makes you want to scream. He reaches out for you and you comfortably settle in his lap, straddling him with your legs dangling off the sides of the chair.

“I missed you,” He whines, “Today was so boring.”

He makes you laugh, he is such a clingy baby. It is hard to even pretend to be mad at him, but he loves it when you do, he loves when he can play into his submissive nature.

“Come then,” You urge him, shuffling back so that you can stand up, “How about we make it interesting?”

His eyes light up again, sparkling like the stars in the sky. He happily takes your hands, following you out of the study and down the hall to your bedroom. Taeyong practically runs to the bed, flopping down onto the mattress and stretching his arms out overhead. You don’t join him straight away, instead turning to walk over to your chest of drawers. You look at him over your shoulder, wanting to take him just like that, but knowing that you promised him this morning for a much more enjoyable time.

He saw the parcel that was delivered yesterday. A pretty pink paddle, with a heart cutout in the centre. Taeyong got half-hard just from looking at it, but you were tired, and with an early morning meeting that you had to be up for today, you just wanted to go to sleep. 

You open the box and carefully pull out the new toy, and by the time you make it back to the bed, Taeyong is fully in the mood, shuffling back a little as if he wanted to escape you. He doesn’t make it far before you wrap your hand around his ankle to stop him, and you motion with the hand holding the paddle to come back closer to you. He pouts at you, but reluctantly moves forward, joining you at the edge of the mattress.

“Should we start by undressing, bubu?” You ask him, gently reaching for his shirt, giggling as he raises his arms obediently, “Good boy, thank you.”

Taeyong beams at the praise, momentarily forgetting about the toy placed down beside you, happily following your directions as you instruct him to undress completely, underwear and all. Leaving him fully naked and you still clothed, he feels so exposed, blushing and trying to cover himself up while you stare at him, drinking in the way that he looks under the dimmed bedroom lights. 

“Did you touch yourself today?” You ask him, noting that he is still soft, which is out of character, usually hard before he even has all of his clothes off.

“No,” He shakes his head, though he averts his gaze, “I didn’t.”

“I don’t know if I believe you,” You respond, reaching over to lift his chin up, “Tell me again.”

Taeyong tries to look away, eyes unfocused, “I swear I didn’t.”

“I’m going to get the truth out of you,” You reply, taking him by the wrists, “Bend over for me, my love.”

He begrudgingly does as he is told, moving to lay across your lap, sticking his ass up for you, soon forgetting to play hard to get. You take the paddle in one hand, and rub gently over his ass with the other for a moment before bringing the paddle down with a sickening crack!

Taeyong yelps, jolting forward as you soothe the red mark left behind, only to spank him again a moment later, revelling in the feeling of his cock twitching against your thigh. You are getting somewhere, with each strike he begins to harden a little more. Three, four, five, Taeyong is in tears but with no complaints, instead asking for more, more, more please until you stop, a hand slipping past his hips to touch his cock, finally fully hard, leaking precum from the tip.

“I’m going to ask again,” You repeat yourself, wrapping your hand around his shaft but not moving, “Did you touch yourself today?”

Taeyong tries desperately to move, though your grip tightens as a warning so he stops, “I did, I’m sorry… I couldn’t wait.”

“Thank you for telling the truth, bubu,” You murmur, “And thank you for taking your punishment so well.”

You urge Taeyong to move now, sitting on the mattress with his legs spread wide, his cock still fully hard when you let go, he glances down at it and then back at you with desperation in his eyes.

“Can you help me please?” He asks in pout, “I’ve been good!”

You stand up from the bed to undress, keeping your eyes trained on Taeyong as he wraps his hand around his shaft, stroking gently to keep himself fully hard before you rejoin him, moving to kneel between his legs.

“I can help you,” You nod, “But I expect you to help me too.”

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For some reason I can't get tumblr to open your submission box, so it's going here instead--I went to Aotearoa New Zealand and saw a tree weta! I was so excited to see one, I was really hoping I would. This one has its back legs up in a defensive posture because one of my classmates startled it. They're such a neat example of island gigantism! I also saw a red admiral butterfly, but those pics are on my dslr so I'll have to upload them later.

Pictures taken in Waimangu Volcanic Valley.

Great find! And what scary legs she has! If I were a predator I'd flee so quickly. I don't think I've posted many weta in the past, maybe I'll find a nice one to share soon.

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OOOH HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT WRITING POSSESSIVE BUT SUPER SWEET SITH!LUKE DOTING ON AND SPOILING READER (IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN...)

I’m not really into Sith!Luke (he’s way too pure for that 😭) but here’s a little fic for you anon! this was really fun to write and i hope you enjoy it! 💗

You caught Luke’s attention since the first time he saw you. And it’s not like you meant it, really, you are just a tie-fighter pilot, trying to do your job the best you can while trying to avoid any kind of trouble with him or his father.

You aren’t feisty or rude like all the other pilots. You know better than that. You are super sweet, kind and submissive, always looking down when walking by Luke, Vader or the emperor, waiting for their next order.

You’re quite a rare sight. Almost as if you didn’t belong to the empire. And that’s what makes Luke super fixated on you.

At first, you don’t notice that Vader’s son is trying to catch your attention too, until one day all of the male pilots in your fleet have been replaced by females. Something weird, considering that the empire always preferred the masculine forces.

You try not to think much of it, but then, while you’re walking down the hall with your helmet off, you accidentally hear the conversation between three stormtroopers. And they’re talking about you, gossiping about how Luke ordered to replace all those male pilots out of pure jealousy.

Jealousy? well, he’s handsome and you never thought you could be his type, so you feel extremely flattered.

The next day, when you step out of your room, there’s a small present waiting outside your door. You leave your helmet aside and take it in your hands, untying the bow and opening the little box, just enough to reveal the expensive gift. It’s a necklace, made of beskar and kyber, the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

You know exactly who sent such thing to your door, and you can’t believe it. Still, it’s too soon to wear it, so you leave it in your room and then go about your day as if nothing happened.

Everything goes as usual, like any other normal day at your job, waiting in the hangar for any deploy notice, watching some droids fix the damage on your ship caused from a rebel attack… until you suddenly sense someone right behind you.

“I can’t stand seeing you like this” Luke’s voice appears suddenly, and you immediately turn on your heels, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “You’re no pilot, you don’t belong to war, you should be by my side. Please join me, be my girl, and anything you want will be yours, i promise.”

Your heart beats like crazy and words get stuck on your throat, so you nod softly, throwing yourself at his arms, not even caring if the other pilots see you and start gossiping again.

After that, you’re not a pilot anymore, you’re his pretty little trophy. All your boring uniforms are replaced with the most beautiful designer clothes, you get tons of new jewelry, expensive makeup, and literally everything you ask for.

Luke absolutely loves spoiling you rotten. And the best part is that you don’t have to do anything! just look cute and be by his side whenever he needs you.

However, he only has two rules for you. 1: don’t talk to ANY males. 2: don’t get out of his sight for too long. One time you had a small conversation with one of your old fleet members, and well… the poor guy ended up stabbed by a red lightsaber.

“You can’t just kill people like that! he did nothing wrong!” you yelled at Luke, and he just shrugged, without a single trace of remorse.

“You’re my property, and they need to learn to respect that.”

And he’s right. After that incident everyone on the star destroyer is way too afraid to even look at you.

But you can’t stay mad at him for too long. He apologizes with a bouquet of some exotic flowers from Endor, and then hugs you tight, kissing your forehead while telling you that he won’t do it again (but trust me, he will, just behind your back the next time).

Once you start getting more comfortable with your relationship, you move into a shared room, and Luke lets you decorate it however you want, he doesn’t mind as long as you’re happy.

Sometimes, if he’s in a good mood and isn’t busy, he takes you out on cute little dates to any planet that you want to see, letting you wander around the big cities, or little towns, trying the local food and getting souvenirs.

And when you both finally fuck, oh god, he’s super dominant and rough, but always making sure that he doesn’t hurt you and that you cum at least twice every time.

You couldn’t ask for a more perfect boyfriend.

Vader doesn’t like to admit it, but deep down he adores you too, and is really happy that his son found someone like you, such a skilled pilot and pretty girl, to carry on with the Skywalker legacy.

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Yours Submissively ~ Consequences

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: I was guilt tripped into posting this. For the record, I wasn't going to abandon you on the last part. But after this post, we have just four parts left. Eek!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Devious

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Four months later… 

Steve walked down to the cells, lost in thought. He looked tired, deep in his emotions. Dressed in all black as he had been for months, he brought down a small package with him, a gift for an old friend.  As he walked through the empty cells, he thought back through his life.  How one person changed his life.  As he approached the final cell, he sighed.  “Hello Sharon.”  

“Steve!  I didn’t think you would visit me.”  Sharon Carter looked dirty, tired, her blonde hair dull and flat.  She had been in the cell for four months, stood trial and found guilty of treason and attempted murder.  She had planned Belle’s demise and now she would pay for it tomorrow with her life.  

Beck had left details of his plans and the players, all but sealing their fate when they were captured. It was the little solace that Steve found that justice had somewhat been served.  This was the final piece.  This person, not even a woman, had ended his hopes of a peaceful life. “I brought you something.”  

“A present for my execution. How curious.” Sharon looked at the man she loved with sorrow.  He was in pain, mourning.  “I could help you feel good,” she said with a sly smile.  

“Only my wife could do that,” Steve snarled at her.  “You are getting what you deserve.”  

“I wouldn’t have done it if I knew she was pregnant Steve.”  

“You’re a liar! You wanted Belle gone!” 

“I loved you!”  

“And I hate you,” he growled.  He threw the box through the slot in the glass.  

“What is it?” 

“Open it and see.” He stood in front of her, arms crossed.  

Sharon opened the box carefully.  She looked in saw a blue cloth. She pulled it out.  It was a blue onesie.  A tear formed in her eye when she spotted the pink color in the box.  Another onesie.  “Steve, I am…” 

“Save it!” Steve thought back to the day his life was turned upside down… 

He jumped onto the jet with Belle and he and Bucky immediately started pressure on her as Tony flew, Wanda started IVs.  Peter, Nat, Sam and Clint stayed behind to gather intel and clear the scene.  As soon as the gauze was in place, Steve held Belle’s hand and the other on her belly.  “Please baby, please, don’t leave me,” he wept.  

“Two minutes Cap,” Tony called out.  “Where is she shot?” 

“The abdomen,” Bucky called back. “Its slowing but I don’t know about…” he trailed off.  

“I love you,” Steve whispered to Belle, kissing her knuckles.  “I need you.  I need our family, baby please, just stay alive.”  

Tony landed the jet at the hospital and Steve picked up Belle and ran her in.  “Please help, my wife, she’s pregnant and she’s been shot. Please.”  The doctors and nurses ran forward with a gurney and started to run her back.  Steve made to follow but a nurse stopped him.  

“We need to work on your wife.  Please wait here.”  

“Please, just do whatever you need to save them.”  

“We’ll do everything we can.” She turned to run after the gurney and Steve felt Bucky and Tony’s hands on his shoulders. His shoulders shagged and he began to sob.  The guys moved him to the chairs to wait.  Steve became quiet, staring at a spot on the floor.  Time felt like it was moving so slow.  The rest of the team showed up, sitting around. Tony began to pace as Pepper brought in coffee and snacks.  

“Captain Rogers?” 

Steve’s head snapped up to look at a tired looking doctor. He stood up with Bucky right next to him.  “Belle?” 

“Mrs. Rogers lost a significant amount of blood.  The bullet entered her side and nicked her liver.  We stopped the bleeding but luckily the liver is regenerative, and she will make a full recovery.”  Bucky sagged and clapped his back.  The rest of the team exhaled but Steve needed one more piece of information.  

“And the baby?” 

“Your babies are perfect.  The amniotic sac was not affected at all since she is only eight or so weeks pregnant.”  

Steve looked at the doctor, his face shocked.  “Babies?” 

“Oh.” The doctor looked embarrassed.  “I assumed you were aware.  Yes, twins. Your wife is carrying twins. As I said, she’s between eight to nine weeks.  They have strong heartbeats and are perfect for their age.” The doctor smiles.  “She is still unconscious after the emergency surgery but if you would like to see her, I can take you up?” 

“Yes, yes please.”  Steve headed to follow the doctor but turned.  “Buck?” 

“Yeah, I’m right behind you.”  

Steve looked at the team.  “Thank you, guys.”  

“We’ll be here Steve,” Sam said.  The team nodded and Steve and Bucky followed the doctor.  

“Captain, because of the blood loss it may take some time for Mrs. Rogers to come around.  We checked for any injuries to her head to be sure, but we didn’t see any.  Her body may just need time to recover from the shock. We have her hooked up to monitors and two fetal monitors, one for each baby so don’t be alarms by the amount of equipment.”  

“But she’ll be ok?”  

“Yes, like I stated, we expect her to make a full recovery. My recommendation is to relax, hold her hand and talk to her. We’ll keep checking on her until she is awake and discharged.”  

“Thank you doctor.”  

“Ok, right in here.”  He pointed to a door and Steve walked in.  Belle looked smaller than normal in the bed.  She skin was pale, a startling contrast to her black hair. She looked peaceful except for the noises of the monitors.  But what truly shocked him with the twin heartbeats coming from the fetal monitors.  

Steve froze.  The sounds stunned him.  His babies, his children, were real and alive inside of their momma. Bucky nudged him forward and Steve took shaky steps towards the bed.  He pulled a chair close and took Belle’s hand.  “I’m here, sweet pea.”  He kissed it gently.  “We’re all here waiting for you to wake up. I love you. I love you all so much and you are going to be so surprise.”  

Bucky came to the other side.  “Hey sweetheart. You rest ok.  You’re growing my nieces or nephews.”  

“God Buck. Two of them.”  

“I know punk. I can’t believe it.”  

Steve kept vigil at Belle’s bedside for the next twenty-four hours. Her heartbeat got stronger with time. The team rotated in with Steve with Nat and Bucky finally convincing him to change out of his suit and shower in the ensuite. As the warm water ran over his body, Steve took the moment lose himself in his feelings. He almost lost her. He almost ruined the best thing in his life.  He almost lost his children. He grew angry, thinking of the people who tried to take her away.  He climbed out of the shower and dressed.  He walked out to see Sam and Bucky sitting by Belle’s head.  “Any updates?” 

“Vision has Sharon in a cell in the tower.  I took all we found there for FRIDAY to analyze,” Sam replied.  

“They also have Lila there as well,” Bucky said with a hard voice. “Tony and Nat will begin their interrogation of her within the hour.”  

“Bucky, I’m sorry about Lila.”  

“Don’t be.  She used me and my love for her to take my best friend. I can’t forgive that.”  

Steve pulled Bucky in for a hug and held his best friend as he finally let some emotion shows. They talked quietly, with Steve never letting go of Belle’s hand.  A couple of hours later, Steve was leaning against the bed when he felt a movement in his hand. He blinked his eyes open and looked at Belle.  Her violet eyes open, still struggling but open. “Hi.” 

He cuts Sharon off. “Jealous should be the word that comes out of your mouth.” Steve smirked at her.  “Belle is having twins. My boy and my girl.” He leaned forward to the glass.  “What? You think she died in that attack?” 

Sharon blinked. They never mentioned Belle’s status during the trial.  She just assumed she was dead. Sharon began screaming in rage, slamming her fist to the unbreakable glass. “You son of a bitch!” 

“I won’t be in the gallery tomorrow, Sharon. Enjoy death.”  Steve walked out of the cells, the sounds of Sharon’s screams fading with every step.  

“Was that necessary amore mio?” 

Steve spun to see Belle standing next to the doorway to the cells. “After what she tried to do to you and my children, absolutely.”  Steve placed his hand over Belle’s six-month bump.  “How are they today?” 

“Just flutters.  Should feel them any day.”  Belle smiled up at her husband.  

“I can’t wait. Wanna feel my princess and my boy.  

Belle smiled. “I wanna feel them too.” 

“Hi sweet pea.”  He leaned forward to press his forehead to hers and then placed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I’m so happy you’re awake my love.”  He kissed her forehead and pulled back to look at her.  

“What happened?” 

“When you elbowed Beck, the gun went off and you were shot.  It was a through and through, but it nicked your liver.  You’re gonna be fine.”  

Belle nodded in understanding but suddenly gasped and sat up.  “The baby?” 

“Shh. Easy love. Everything is ok.  They are ok.  The babies are perfectly healthy and safe.”  

“Babies?  What do you mean babies?”  Belle reached for her stomach.  Steve laid his hand on top of hers.  

“Lay back Belle.  Its ok”. He laid her down and sat on the edge of the bed.  “You are pregnant with twins, my love.  They checked when they took you to surgery.”  

“Twins?  Oh my god, twins!” 

Steve lifted her hand and kissed her palmed and then placed her small hand on his face. The beard tickled her hand, and she smiled but Steve frowned. “I’m so sorry Belle.”   

“Baby…” 

“No let me finish.  I am so sorry for keeping the truth from you.  I’m sorry for lying.  I am so sorry that I put you here. Please don’t leave me.” Belle felt a few tears escape her eyes.  Steve cupped her face and used his thumb to clear the tears. “Please don’t cry love. Please, I am so…” 

“I’m sorry too,” she blurted out.  “I’m sorry I ran.  I’m sorry I didn’t listen. Please don’t hate me.”  

Steve climbed into bed with her as she clung to his shirt and cried. “I could never hate you.  You saved me from a life of solitude and darkness.  You brought color back into my life.  And all at once… 

You were the one I was waiting for,” she finished. “I love you.”  

“I love you. My baby momma.”  

Belle spent the day of the execution in the nursery with Nat, Wanda, MJ and Hope, planning out the room. Mrs. Lewis was taking notes with Belle’s new assistant, Ava.  “I think we need to put the cribs here,” Belle pointed, “and the changing table and dresser here.  I would like to have twin rocking chairs because I know Steve will want to be in here with me when he can.”  

“Of course, Mrs. Rogers,” Ava said as she consulted measurements with Mrs. Lewis.  

“Oh Ava, before I forget, we have a dinner with the alumni association on Friday and I will need to attend with Steve. Bucky and Clint will also be attended but Clint is bringing Laura, so I need you to attend with Bucky.”  

“S-sure,” Ava stuttered, a flash of pink on her cheeks as she looked down at her tablet.  Belle noticed the flush but did not give it any attention but filing it for future use.  

“We need to make sure you have a formal dress, Ava.  So, we have a fitting at Vera Wang tomorrow.” She looked over the girl.  She was a strawberry blonde with green eyes. Petite but curvy. “Red, I think,” she said.  

“Oh, Mrs. Rogers…” 

“Nope, its Belle.”  She turned to Mrs. Lewis.  “Please make sure that Marco and Marie know it’s for three ladies.  Laura will be joining us unless of course Nat and Wanda are joining us as well.”  

“We can make an afternoon of it,” Nat said, understanding what she was trying to do with Ava and Bucky.  

“Perfect.” Belle clapped with glee until a look of shock crossed her face.  Her hand flew to her belly.  

“Belle?” Wanda looked at her.  Her eyes flashed red for a moment.  “Nat, we need Steve.”  Nat picked up her phone and called while the rest of the women crowded her. “Ok, let’s give her a moment alone,” Wanda said with a smile.  Steve and Bucky came running in.  

“Sweet pea?  What’s wrong?”  

Wanda approached Ava.  “Bucky, can you take Ava outside please?”  Bucky flushed slightly at the young woman and offered his arm.  He looked back at his best friends as they waited for the room to clear.  

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Steve looked at his wife.  

“Nothing,” she smiled.  She took his hand and placed it on the side of her belly.  

“Love, what…” 

“Just a second.”  They waited and then Steve’s eyes widen as Belle felt a kick to her side. He looked down at her belly and then back to her eyes.  “I think your son is saying hello.”  

“Oh…” he kneeled before his wife.  “Hello son.  Hey princess.  I’m your dad.”  A tear formed in his eye.  “I love you and your momma so much little ones.”  He stayed there a while, caressing her belly and talking to his children.  They were interrupted when Bucky walked in.  

“I’m sorry to interrupt but it’s done.” He looked down.  

Steve stood up and held Belle from behind, his hands on her belly.  “Did she say anything?” 

“Only professing her love for you and then Hail HYDRA.”  

Steve nodded. “Ok, well that’s that.  Come love, you should rest.”  

“Ok.”  No emotion crossed Belle’s face.  “Oh Bucky, since you will be attending the gala with us, I’ve asked Ava to be your escort for the evening.”  She watched as Bucky’s ears turned red as he patted the back of his head.  

“Oh, yes, well, ok, if you want, I guess I’m ok with that…” he stammered.  

Belle giggled.  Steve looked at her curiously before leading her to their room.  He laid her down on her sided and then climbed behind her, holding her to his chest.  “What do you know, sweet pea?” 

“I know that Bucky and Ava are crushing on each other,” she smirked.  “And I know that I love you.”  

“I love you more my queen.” He kissed her head and smiled.  “What about Clint?” 

“He’s bringing Laura.” She looked back at Steve, who had a shocked face.  “I think seeing what we went through, he didn’t want to be away from the love of his life anymore.  I know they divorced because he was an Avenger and thought he was protecting her.  I’m just glad he figured out that he couldn’t live without her.”  

“My little matchmaker,” Steve chuckled. “You need to rest love.”  

“I’m trying; I’m just so tense.  Carrying your children is tough.”  

“Hmm, well maybe something to help you with that.” Steve got a wicked look on his face as he reaches under her sundress and pulled her panties down.  He stroked between her folds. “Already so wet, love,” he whispered in her ear, pressing kisses to her neck.  

“Stevie,” she moaned.  He was aware of how sensitive she was so he went gentle and slow. He sank a finger into her and arched her back, her belly sticking out more. 

“Easy baby,” Steve held her close, letting her feel how turned on he was. He grasped her chin with his free hand to kiss her softly as he added another finger. She moaned into his lips.  

“Stevie, I need more.”  

Steve smiled as he eased her onto her back.  He snaked down as pushed her knees up. He kissed between her thighs and gently licked her folds.  She jolted up and Steve chuckled. “Feel good baby?” 

“Amore please,” she pleaded. Steve went in, tasting, sucking, drawing out unnatural noises from his wife.  Being pregnant made every touch be like a lightning through her. He could feel her starting to reach her peak.  

“Cum for me, my queen. Let me taste you.” With a silent scream, her body spasmed, making her see stars.  Steve coaxed her down before rolling her to her side again and he removed his jeans and boxers.  He got behind her again and lifted a leg, hooking it around his hip, opening her to him from behind.  Steve carefully slid into her heat.  She moaned loudly as Steve peppered her neck and cheek with kisses.  “You feel amazing as ever love.”  

“Stevie,” she cried quietly. He was gentle, not wanting to hurt or disturb his children.  

“You are a goddess, my love.  So warm and tight. Carrying my children.  You are even more beautiful now than before,” he whispered as he thrusted softly into her. She keened at the praise, placing her hands over his on her hips. She began to tighten again. “That’s my good girl, let go.” He wrapped his arms around her as she came again and he rutted two more times before spilling into her.  He could feel her body relax and she fell asleep with him still inside her.  He didn’t dare move, knowing sleep was hard to find for her now. But he was ok, in his happy place, inside his wife, holding his unborn children.  

See... I can end a chapter on a nice note...

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It's Always Been You|Levi x Evelyn

Request: Hello ma'am, good afternoon, I hope you are well, again I have an idea. Recently Levi's new story “Bad Boy” came out and we saw that Levi broke his mother's cup. This is the idea! Suppose Levi saves the broken pieces of his mother's cup, Evelyn finds them and repairs them using the kintsugi (Gold Repair) method. This repair method celebrates the history of each object by emphasizing its fractures rather than hiding them. or hide them. Kintsugi breathes new life into the piece, transforming it into an object even more beautiful than the original (he did this mostly out of sheer boredom while finishing his chores). As a reactionary, seeing that his wife Evelyn managed to repair something so precious to him, making it look as beautiful as he remembered.

(A/N: I wrote this one out instead of the images because it's so long! But I love some fluff with these two, they need it badly. This request is so interesting and I’m happy to see them happy for once. Hope you enjoy and thank you for the request!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, graphic depictions of violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi came home late in the night, he was always a workaholic but lately it had gotten worse and worse.

It’s not that he was avoiding home, he would rather be home. But he couldn’t help himself from trying to control everything in the military, and when he couldn’t, he worked harder to try and regain control. All of this caused the situation he was in now, late and with a wife to answer to.

Evelyn had come around since the birth of Isabel, choosing docile submission. However she still has her angry spats when he pissed her off. Something he hoped to avoid.

He tried to sneak in, just wanting a glass of water from the kitchen before sliding into bed beside his wife. It was so late he was sure all members of the household would be asleep and wouldn’t wake for his entrance.

Just as he raised the glass to his lips a match struck, lighting the candle on the dining room table.

Levi quickly turned and met the eyes of his annoyed wife. He suppressed a sigh, now he was in for it. She would bitch and complain about how he should be more attentive. What a pain.

“I see you’re awake.”

She doesn’t respond.

“What are you doing up?”

“Waiting for you. Are you hungry?”

She was annoyed, he could tell. It was a matter of time before it started. He should pacify her as soon as possible and get her to bed.

“No. I already ate, intern brought the officers dinner.”

“Oh.” Is all she says before standing, a plate of long since cold food in her hand before throwing the food and the whole plate in the trash, surprising the Captain.

“What are you doing?”

She responds by taking the pan on the stove filled with second and third helpings and throwing it all in the trash as well.

Levi steps forward and grabs her wrist. “Now what was that for.”

“You said you weren’t hungry.”

“Is that any reason to waste the perfectly good food I pay for!?” He was yelling now, but he didn’t care. Let the children wake up, they would understand they shouldn’t anger their father.

“You didn’t want it!”

“So? What about you?!”

“It’s not good anymore! It’s ice cold!”

“And that’s my fault!?”

“You could’ve sent word!”

He slaps her across the face. “Remember you are not my keeper. You don’t order me around. Now clean this shit up, just because I hire maids doesn’t mean you have a right to be a pig.”

Now he needed a drink, she was always driving him to drink. He opened the cupboard to get a wine glass and stopped dead in his tracks.

Evelyn carefully fished out the pan from the trash and began washing it when Levi’s voice startled her.

“What is this?”

She turns to see him holding up a tea cup, the cracks filled in with a type of gold.

“I found it. In the closet, the shoe box? I thought it was a gift- you know the ceramics you give me for my mosaics? But it had all the pieces, and I’d hate for a perfectly good cup to go to waste. Besides I think the gold makes it look pretty, yes?”

He was stunned for a moment. Those shards had been in his closet for years, a memento to stare at from time to time and remember what a fool he had been. He never thought she’d find them let alone do this.

“And since when did you go through my things?”

“Since you married me.” She answered flatly. “Look I’m sorry and you can smash it again but i thought it would look pretty is all.”

“Do you honestly not know what this is?”

“No Levi I don’t judge the value of your possessions.”

“This was my mother’s.”

She drops the pan into the soapy water and covers her mouth in shock with the soap covered hand. She was in for it now, his cravat she had made the mistake of thinking it was a cleaning rag and dusting with it, not knowing it was a bit from his mother’s dress and in return he had given her a broken wrist and Isabel.

“Levi I’m sorry I didn’t know- honest- please believe me- I would never touch your mother’s things.”

He holds a hand up to silence her. “Save it. I’m not angry this time. This…is nice. You’re right, the gold is pretty. It saves the cracks and makes them look…special.”

“You’re really not mad?”

“Oh please. I didn’t know what to do with the damn thing since I broke it, it’s been there since right after Kenny left. Remember? I was distraught and you-“ Their eyes met.

“And I held you while you cried. It was the first time I’d seen it. Man it was awful. I thought you were going to burst you were shaking so much. But I never knew why.”

He turns to hide the emotion on his face, she couldn’t see him weak like this. But she knew, she knew and let a small smile creep to her face.

“Thank you. Honestly. It means so much that you’d honour her memory like that even if you didn’t know.”

Evelyn sighs. “Like it or not she gave me you. And even with how things turned out between you and I the fact remains without you I would’ve died in the Underground.”

He chuckles. “You always were getting into trouble.”

She joins him in this. “And you were always quick to get me out of it.”

He turns back to her, showing the first emotions besides anger, cockiness, or lust. It was different, more…pleading. “Can’t we go back to that? Yes it’s different. You’re my wife and are required to follow my lead, but that…companionship. We’ve always been great together, finishing each other’s sentences and moving in sync. I want to laugh with you again. Please, just submit already, and we can go back to the way it was.”

She lowers her head. “I’m trying Levi. Just be patient with me.”

He nods and brings her into a warm and tender hug.

“Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”

“I’d like that.”

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research notes, 6/11/24

i requested that the entity known as gonzobatman1 send me mental instructions on how to get the good shit. i figured i had met up with far scummier people in far sketchier locales to get weed, so i didn't have any excuse not to ask for the connect. i am happy to say it worked spectacularly, and i had a grand time getting high with my cats.

unfortunately, the shit was so good that i missed several important developments. i also had an alarming dream. i was alice, but what i saw run by yelling "i'm late, i'm late!" wasn't a rabbit. i don't know what it was, muppet or man. and when i followed him, it wasn't any mere rabbit hole. it was a cave. unfortunately i did not think to pause and get a good look at it. some sort of grand, terrible urgency had possessed me, and it wasn't until i was deep in the depths that i realized that nothing was organic. i awoke in a cold sweat.

this may be a side effect of the edibles, but i did promise some eldritch horror to post a few recipes, so perhaps it was merely reminding me of our bargain. unfortunately my workload grows greater by the hour, but many have left helpful leads in my inbox already and i am not alone in my quest for well-organized knowledge. i have opened the submission box as it is more flexible than asks. perhaps i will publish some submitted statements with accreditation in the future. i have decided to start organizing my notes, correspondences, etc. into an appendix. i might make a separate master post for the table of contents soon.

as much as i would love to devote myself completely this project, i think i must answer the calls of the material realm. perhaps this will ground me some. i am a creature of meat, not felt. i am a creature of meat, not felt.

in other news, the poll is almost done. i will prioritize the top results, as well as the updates to gonzobatman and the soul virus entries. i also want to have an entry on the scheduled duel in the denny's parking lot out before it happens. and i should probably get going on those recipes, as it is unwise to keep the old gods waiting.

that is all for now,

the curious

[crystallinestars]

"Bullying into submission" is unfortunately an excellent way to put it 😔 People really need to learn that while feeling the need to vent is more than okay (just look at how much I've complained so far lol), making posts / snide comments with the sole aim of creating Drama or Discourse or straight up jumping into someone's space to berate them for quietly enjoying themselves in a way you don't approve of is truly the best recipe if your goal in life is to be miserable 24/7, on top of being a huge dick move.

I was also thinking about what other anons have brought up (how they feel straight up alienated by popular hcs always being one 'extreme' or another with no in-between) and I feel like these discussions (including the ones on social constructs, loved your input about that btw) are all linked by a common factor: some people try to draw hard lines in the sand in order to neatly categorize stuff in easily identifiable boxes or tropes. Sometimes what we could call "the norm" seems so ingrained in people's minds that it does not even occur to them to try and question this status quo, and so a lot of nuance is either lost or not even explored to begin with. At least that's how I see it, I still need to think about this some more.

I'd say that these "hard lines" aren't only drawn between all we've mentioned, but between communities too. I'm going to say this kinda clumsily but like, why are we treating anyone who isn't "just gay / lesbian / straight" as if they were an enemy and/or a threat? Is it some kind of insecurity that can only be soothed by constant validation? Why is it that when someone dares to make something slightly different, we're bringing out the pitchforks?

This hostility (and just the fact that these discussions / this Discourse seems very cyclical) kind of reminds of a tweet I saw a while ago. I unearthed it for the occasion lol:

"People love to pretend it’s so weird that others get upset when you claim something they like is bad lol.

Slandering something that another person appreciates is akin to insulting/questioning their intelligence, especially when it comes to a piece of work."

The original post was about slandering works as a whole, but I think it can also apply to more specific aspects, like enjoying something in particular in a given work. Why are we pretending it's weird that people get upset when you keep telling them (explicitly or implicitly) that their fun is lame at best? I know people love to say "that's just how the internet is, Get Used To It" but honestly? It's such an empty excuse and it makes me want to bang my head on a wall, because why couldn't we just all keep our manners to begin with??

I feel like I'm answering everything in a weird order lol but about Welt, that's pretty much what I had heard about him! I've been thinking that I should at least look into Hi3 a bit, just to see the links between the games and Mihoyo's overall evolution 🤔 And I didn't know about that lore book! I don't even know if I'm surprised about this reaction but I do know that fandoms sometimes confuse the hell out of me because I've seen just as much Guizhong enjoyers as I've seen people shipping Zhongli with Childe??

I'm just going to say it bluntly: people should REALLY pick a struggle and/or another hill to die on, because having a meltdown for something like that is just embarrassing. It does prove your point about the shipping lenses tho, because I can't think about another reason why a LORE BOOK would have made them feel so threatened 💀 I had seen the tantrums about Dottore (apparently he's too evil??) and Raiden (she's not evil enough??) but this?? MAN.

Kind of makes me think that people are lowkey hypocritical with their need to have canon confirmations, because they love to brag about THEIR pairings but as soon as the possibility appears that the devs MIGHT offer some kind of confirmation on one they don't like, even if it's one as 'marginal', for lack of a better word, as this one, they break out in hives. And the Thoma and Ayaka situation is just another proof that 1) YOU SHOULD NEVER FULLY TRUST LEAKS and 2) the bar we talked about keeps getting lower in hell.

And YES! I also felt like there were a lot of things about Alhaitham that were there to tell the players that while it's true he comes off as odd, eccentric, blunt, etc., he's rather kind all things considered! He's letting Kaveh stay in his house even if they don't particularly get along, he sticks to his moral code, he recognized Dehya's capabilities, he helps Tighnari with Collei's education, and so on. He seems to be the type of person that won't go out of their way to be palatable to others, but he also never goes out of his way to hurt anyone? And what's more, if you're willing to hear him out and truly pay attention to what he says, you'll realize that he's actually quite helpful? In a way that he's giving advice and letting people come to their own conclusions? At least that's what I can think about off the top of my head, so it's kind of hysterical to me that he gets reduced to "That Asshole Feeble Scholar".

This ask is getting long again (and messy) but I still want to add that I've seen your discussions about Nilou, Candace and Kokomi with Kaveh and it might be biased and/or controversial of me to say this but honestly? I think people, no matter their identities, just don't like women / don't even acknowledge how much they dislike women. As you said, same-sex pairings (and i'd say BL pairings in particular) are that much more popular and I'm getting pretty sure that it's in part due to the fact people don't pay attention to the female characters because they might be assuming they'll be boring. I've seen so many people bashing Kokomi, especially her story quest, yet they praise characters like Itto to high heavens? I know that it's 'to each their own' but sometimes I do feel like people don't give some (female) characters much of a chance to begin with.

At least to me it's pretty funny to see the difference between how you and the others have talked about your ideas for ships, and how the fandom talk about haikaveh lmao.

Kavelou shippers: I think they could bring out the best in each other, they could bond over their shared love for the arts and share ideas for their respective fields of expertise!

Loud Haikaveh shippers: omg they're roommates lol, when do you think Alhaitham will impregnate his 'c a n o n' malewife?? Why are kavelou idiots such snowflakes, 'conflict' is essential to make a pairing worth it and we're allowed to enjoy some fictional toxicity

Also, a bit of a side note, but it hasn't escaped me that people love to say that "toxic pairings are valid" for their BL preferences, but Acheron and Black Swan get exactly 1 deadly dance video and suddenly it's the most disturbing thing they've ever seen??

Anyway, I've seen you mention at least twice that you're thinking about making either a different blog or creating a discord server for all these rants you receive, and I think it's a lovely idea! I'm pretty sure I have an account on discord that I haven't touched in years so it has probably been deleted by now 😭 If there's anyone else interested in it would be a great alternative for you to separate your writing from the rants :)

Once again, I hope you're having a wonderful day or evening!

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There is a lot to unpack here, but I will try my best to respond to everything. I'm sorry in advance if I don't touch on every point.

Regarding your "hard lines" comments. It's true that people draw boundaries between what they find acceptable and not, and while this would ordinarily be a good thing, here it's more to do with controversial topics like race, sexuality, gender, etc... and I can't help but wonder if the reason for such behavior is due to politics.

Most of this behavior is present in the western and english-speaking parts of the internet where American politics reign supreme. From what I have heard and seen, the progressive side deems everything that is considered the majority (heterosexuality, white skin, male gender, etc) as the opposite of what they stand for, therefore it must be conservative, which is bad. There's a lot more at play here than just progressive vs conservative, but I am not well-versed in politics, so I won't speak on it too much. Plus, this is all just a theory. But as I've said before, the West loves to drag politics into every aspect of their lives, fandoms included.

The quote you found is actually spot-on. Acting surprised when you insult something people enjoy or relate to is surprised pikachu behavior. Though I suspect these people aren't actually surprised, but are just trolling the people they offended, and are gleeful they managed to get under the skin of those whose views they dislike.

I think the lore book tantrum is another example of people wanting their characters to be "shiny toys", as you put it. Having an indication for a NL relationship between playable characters is a no-no for gacha games. It offends a lot of groups of people. For example, those that want to pair Zhongli with Childe, or self-ship with him, and the same applies for the Guizhong side (even though we had no idea what she looked like at the time). For some reason, there's not as much negative reaction if the ship being teased is same-sex though. Might be because it offends less groups, but it's still a baffling phenomenon for me.

Which brings me to the point about female characters.

I agree with you that female characters get hated on. In the anime and manga spheres, have seen a lot of comments about female characters from various fandoms, and the main complain with them was that they are not as fleshed out as their male counterparts. Female characters lack complex writing and character development, and get reduced to plot devices or love interests for the MC. Even in media made by women for women featuring female protagonists, some of these protagonists are pushovers that rely on male characters to save them. There is a desire for women to be equal to men in media, but it's not common to see.

It doesn't help that in Genshin, the first three chapters had bad writing, especially for female characters. Though not all, majority were were one-note characters with not much complexity or plot behind their actions, unlike male characters. This has improved significantly since Sumeru's debut, but I doubt it's enough to change the minds of some people.

So to make my point; female characters get hate for being boring. I also feel like women are the ones who hate on female characters the most? I have seen both fujoshi and yumejoshi communities hate on female characters for being the love interest of their favorite male character and getting in the way of their ships.

I am hesitant to delve into the topic of why some fujoshi hate female characters since it's not something I completely understand. I did a bit of research into why they prefer BL over NL, and while the gripe about female characters being boring was a main factor, there was also a lot of misogyny. I'm sure there are some other reasons aside from these as to why women hate female characters, but this topic is too complex for me to navigate just yet.

I will defend Kokomi with my life 😤 She got a lot of hate even back in her beta, and her story quest came under fire, as well. I thought her story quest was decent, though maybe my judgement is clouded because I love her so much. Regardless, her character is awesome and I relate to her a lot, so Kokomi slander will not be tolerated 😤

Regarding the difference between haikaveh and other Kaveh ships, I can only think that one is a fetishization of a gay relationships, while the other is a genuine appreciation for the dynamic between characters.

I actually saw only positive comments under the Acheron and Black Swan dance video. Yeah, there were jokes it was toxic, but I didn't see anyone complain about it, though I believe you when you say some people found it problematic. BL gets a lot of special treatment, I would say. Everything that's deemed bad/boring in GL and NL pairings is often painted as being better/good if it's BL. I've only seen a couple of "omg toxic yaoi ❤️" posts, and while those were jokes, it's shocking how much people love to pair enemies together. I see a lot of depictions of abuse in BL, and the shippers love it, so I suppose it's not that surprising? I find it concerning, though.

Anyways, thank you for your well-wishes, and have a great day as well!