#daddy Drew give us a chance

[rafeyscurtainbangs]

HAHAH BITCHH !! If this ain’t us 😭 I’m fucking dead

Cucumber 😭😭😭😭

im despresso about it 😭😭😭😭

[dark-fics-4-you]

Thinking about an younger reader calling Dark!Dilf Rafe old and that’s he needs some viagra 😭LOL

Imagining his reaction 🤬

Softcore

Dark!Dad’sBestFriend/DILF!Rafe x f!Reader

Warnings: noncon (rape), ignoring safe words, smut, large age gap (20-30 years), spanking, choking, unprotected sex, unwanted creampie, breeding kink, degradation, secret relationship, manipulation, daddy kink, Rafe uses ‘kid’ to refer to reader a couple times, Rafe wants to get reader pregnant against her will

A/N: In my mind Rafe is in his late 40s/early 50s in this and Reader is 19/early-mid 20s

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“Y’know, maybe I didn’t hear you correctly kid, would you mind repeating yourself?”

You could tell by the edge in his voice that you had succeeded in getting a reaction out of him, but the way his blue eyes darkened as he glared at you led you to swallow down your cockiness.

Your boyfriend’s tall frame crowded your vision as he approached the bed you were lounging on as he removed his boxers.

Glancing away didn’t help, as the older man’s large hand came to your chin, redirecting your attention back up to him as he towered above you. Still you found your eyes fixed on the spots where his dark blond hair had begun turning silver.

“What did you just say to me, Y/N?” He spoke slowly, as if you were child who was acting up.

Despite knowing that this was his way of giving you a chance to retract what you had just said, you huffed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at the man who was older than your own father, before repeating yourself with a small laugh, “I said, I’m getting you viagra for your birthday since you’re getting so old.”

Rafe’s jaw tightened in frustration, eyebrows furrowing together before suddenly moving the hand on your cheek to your throat, applying a light pressure that had your eyes widening in surprise.

“You think this is fucking funny?” Rafe growled before pinning you to the bed you were sitting on by your throat.

The back of your head hit the soft mattress, the force at which Rafe had grabbed you made your pink lingerie slip ride up, exposing your matching panties underneath and some of the soft skin of your tummy. He licked his lips as he watched your nipples harden beneath the thin material.

“Rafe-” you eeked in surprise, your hand reaching up to grab the one at your throat.

“Still think this is a joke?”

It took almost no effort for him to grab you again, climbing onto the bed as he manhandled you into laying across his lap face down.

“Rafe! Stop it! I’m sorry, okay?!” Your desperate pleas for him to release you went unfulfilled, and as you thrashed on his lap, trying to break free, you already knew what was coming next in return for your careless joke, and you couldn’t tell if the pit in your stomach came from excitement or fear.

“Nah, I don’t think I am gonna stop,” goosebumps erupted across your skin when you felt him pull the material of your slip up your back, exposing your round ass to him.

You shivered when he placed his hand flat on your ass, rubbing your skin and lightly groping the fat of your butt.

The blond drew his hand back and your tensed in anticipation before he spanked you hard. The extra sting from his rings made you whine and you bit your lip to keep from crying out.

“What do you say?” His expectant voice reminded you of your rules.

“… thank you, daddy,” you reluctantly forced through gritted teeth.

This second strike was harder this time, on the same place he had hit you last and you cried out louder this time.

“Mm- thank you, daddy. I’m sorry,” you added at the end, stupidly hoping that niceties could get your through this punishment faster.

He spanked you again, this time smacking the untouched cheek, and you moaned at the sharp pain.

“Y’really think sucking up to me now is gonna help you out, sweetheart?” He said mockingly, as if he was reading your mind.

You were slower to answer him, his words taking longer to register as your body tried to numb the pain.

“N-no. And thank you, daddy.” You didn’t want to forget to thank him again, he only ever gave you one warning.

Rafe was clearly enjoying toying with you, you could feel his stiff cock poking against your thigh, further proof no viagra was needed.

After 4 more spanks, your eyes were leaking tears, lip wobbling as you mumbled out appreciations each time he struck your now bright red ass.

“Rafe! Please, I said I’m sorry, okay?! It was-” you hiccuped through tears, “it was just a stupid joke.”

You swore you felt his dick throb against you at the sound of your pleading voice.

He ignored you, however, instead striking your ass three times quickly and rough enough that you almost screamed from the pain and shock.

“Red light! Rafe please,” you sobbed out the safe word that you and Rafe always used, but the sound of him chuckling darkly in response made your blood run cold.

Pain bloomed across your already sore ass again and you whimpered. You were crying heavily now, and you brought your own hand to your mouth to muffle your weeping when he spanked you again.

“Have you learned your fucking lesson?” His stern voice came from above and you nodded immediately.

“Yes daddy, please! I’m so sorry.” You cried desperately.

You winced when you sensed his hand nearing you again, but this time, his thumb slipped between your legs and traced over your barely clothed slit.

You squirmed in his lap as his lazily thumbed your clit over your panties, whining when he applied pressure.

“You’re so fucking pathetic, you know that, kid? Pretty sick of you to be so goddamn drenched for an ‘old man’ like me.” Rafe mocked you, and to your embarrassment, you could feel yourself growing wetter when he slid your panties to the side and slowly pushed his thick middle finger into your slick cunt.

A whimper escaped your lips when he curled his finger inside you, and your hips twitched as you tried to make more friction between the two of you.

“Shut up,” you moaned before he finally started thrusting the digit into you.

“Please, we both know you get off on the fact that your father has no clue his little princess is sleeping with his best friend.” You didn’t have to see him to know the triumphant, jeering smirk he had playing across his lips.

You also didn’t deny what he said, because you couldn’t. No matter how completely fucked up it was, you did find sneaking behind your parents’ back to see an older man to be thrilling in the sickest way possible.

Not to mention how hard you had came on the several occasions the two of you had gotten close to being discovered (every time, his hand had slapped over your mouth to stifle your moans, but he didn’t stop fucking you until he emptied himself into the condom, no matter how high the risk of being caught).

Part of you suspected he was so careless at times because he wanted the two of you to get caught, a thought that was so unbelievable at first that you completely dismissed it, but when two times became three, and then three times became an almost weekly occurrence, you found it hard to deny that he seemed to enjoy putting you in situations where you could be discovered.

You felt him pull his finger out of you before grabbing your waist and flipping you onto your back onto the bed, and you protested as he climbed over you, caging you beneath him with his big, veiny arms.

“How mad do ya think he’d be if I put a baby in you, huh, Y/N?” Your eyes widened as he looked down at you hungrily.

“Rafe-” you said warily, trying to sit up and get out from under him, but the older man easily grabbed your shoulder and pushed you back on the bed.

“I bet he’d kick you out of the house if you got knocked up.” Despite your kicking, his strong hands grabbed the straps of your panties, ripping them past your legs and tossing them behind him.

“But imagine how disappointed with you he’d be if he knew you let me do it,” Rafe chuckled, and more tears formed at your waterline as his words sunk in.

“Stop it, Rafe. I’m serious, this isn’t funny, it’s sick,” you couldn’t stop your voice from wavering as you looked up at him.

When one of his hands locked tight around your wrist, you whimpered, struggling against him to free yourself.

You froze when you felt the head of his thick cock rubbing against your slit, and Rafe’s grip on your wrist tightened as he started to push his tip inside of you.

“Stop fucking moving around, Y/N,” his gruff voice commanded.

Resisting did nothing to help you, and you were almost disgusted by how wet you felt as he forced himself deeper.

Taking all of Rafe’s cock was never a painless process for you, he was so thick it always felt like he was splitting you in half, even more-so now.

Tears spilled down your cheeks as he stretched you out slowly. Rafe groaned when his dick nudged your cervix, dropping his head to your neck and trailing sloppy kisses along the tender skin.

You moaned loudly, tensing at first when his lips found your throat, making the older man curse under his breath when you tightened around him.

“Shit, kid. You feel fucking amazing.” His breath tickled at your neck and you squirmed beneath him as you tried to adjust to the pressure between your legs.

Rafe’s free hand came to your throat, squeezing tight as he tilted his hips back and then slammed into you.

You whined, closing your eyes in surprise, pain outweighing the pleasure at first. His fingers twitched around your throat as he felt your walls grow slicker and he was able to fuck you faster.

Delirious waves of ecstasy clouded your mind, his thick cock stretched you out in a way that made your head spin.

Rafe’s grip on your throat tightened and you reached for his wrist, hoping that his hold on you would relent, but the older man just took it as a sign to rut into you harder.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, losing yourself in the rhythm of his pace, greedily grinding your hips to bring yourself closer to the edge.

When his free hand crept between your legs and his thumb began rubbing circles over your clit, you whined, opening your legs for him more so he could fuck you deeper and massage your clit easier.

“Daddy- I’m- fuck-” you mindlessly babbled between moans, already feeling your mind go blank with each snap of his hips.

“Yeah?” He groaned when he felt you pulse around him. “Gonna cum on this dick like daddy’s good girl?”

Alarm bells should have been sounding in your head, but in the moment, you cared too much about chasing pleasure rather than facing consequences to resist.

So you obeyed him.

You whimpered as you came undone, the wave of pleasure washing over you again and again as the blond pushed his cock into you relentlessly. Your body sagged against the bed, head lolling back as you rode out your orgasm.

Rafe could feel your walls pulsing and constricting around him, squeezing his cock so tight it almost hurt him.

He bit back a curse before reaching one of his strong arms behind your back, staying inside you the entire time as he pulled you up off the bed and onto his lap. Your legs fell to the side of his as he rutted into you from below.

The new position had your quaking thighs squeezing against him, and you wrapped an arm over his shoulder and around his back in an attempt to steady yourself. The change of angle made your head spin and you whimpered in pain as he split you open with his dick.

Rafe’s lips hungrily captured yours and your stomach flipped when he forced his tongue into your mouth, holding your head in place to kiss you deeper as he fucked you up and down on his cock.

When he broke the kiss, you both gasped for air, and you felt his grip on your waist tighten, “Fuck, kid. How’d I get so lucky?”

You couldn’t answer him, so lost in matching the movement of his hips that you couldn’t think about anything else.

His lips found your neck, nipping and kissing the tender skin to pull more moans from you.

“So perfect, sweetheart. M’ gonna fill you up,” he whispered into your throat between kisses.

At his words, you remembered why you had resisted in the first place, eyes widening as you squirmed in his lap. Rafe’s pace only increased as he locked his arm around your waist, pressing you against his bare chest and stopping you from pulling away as he pounded into you.

“Rafe- red light-!” you were cut off when his big hand covered your mouth, and you helplessly squealed against him.

“Shut the fuck up and take it, kid,” he snapped and you felt yourself unconsciously clench around him.

The older man drilled into you, stretching you out with each punishing thrust.

“Fuck- fuck!” He groaned, squeezing you against his chest as his hips stuttered and he came undone inside you.

You whined as you felt his hot seed flood your walls. Trying to get off of him proved fruitless when he held you in place and forced you to milk his cock of every drop.

The sticky feeling of his cum dripping down his cock deep inside of you was inescapable and you shuddered when he lightly bucked his hips to thrust himself up inside you again.

“Still think I need viagra, you fucking brat?”

[fics-a-plenty]

Goodbyes Aren't Always For Long

spawn!Astarion x gn!reader x Halsin

WC: 1,264

TW: SPOILERS FOR ENDING, angst, talk of abandonment, mention to Astarion's past, "Daddy Halsin", not proofread

So I finished my first playthrough of the game yesterday, and I sobbed. Can you guess what I was the most upset about?

I have been wanting to include some of the other companions as background characters, but I'm not sure who to include. Who would you guys like to see in the future?

As always, enjoy!

"This is selfish, Halsin! And that's coming from me!" Astarion hissed, pacing back and forth through the rented room, seeming to be the only one no frozen in place. There was quiet in response to his statement, as the taller elf stood in front of the door, his eyes downcast.

"It isn't though, Astarion." You popped up from your place at the end of the bed, your body too heavy from the news you were processing through.

"It is!" The pale elf yells in your direction, though you can recognize the pain heavier in his voice than the anger. "You wormed your way into our hearts, into our minds, and now that we have the chance to all be together, just us, you turn tail and run!" His words once again turned to Halsin, who just responded with a deep sigh. "We've spent so long worrying about other people, about the world. Now we have the chance to focus on ourselves. Focus on us."

"I've had too many moment of selfishness on this quest so far. I fled from the Grove, twice, when they needed me most. I left poor Thaniel and Oliver when they were at their most vulnerable. I can't turn my back to the thousands of people that need help now." Halsin said, the slight shake in his voice would probably go unnoticed by anyone who didn't know him deeper. "I would give anything to stay with here with you two, to help find some way for you to feel the sun on your skin again, but I can't ignore where I'm truly needed."

"Here! You're truly needed here!" Astarion shouted again, finally taking steps towards the other man. The quiet sound of his name coming from your lips causing him to turn on his heels. "And you! How are you so okay with this?! You brought us together. You lead the three of us headlong into this love, and now you just sit there as it falls to pieces!"

"You think I'm okay with this?!" You finally shout back, standing from the bed. "You think i want to see either of you leave? You think I want us all to be separated after everything I've done for us, for the world?" Your words causing the two pairs of elf eyes to cast down, one in guilt and the other to hide the tears glossing his eyes. "What do you recommend I do in this moment, Astarion? Chain him to the bed and keep him here as some hostage? Keep him where he is obviously unhappy? I figured that if anyone was against that, it would be you!"

The meaning of your last sentence caused him to tense, crossing his arms over his chest as if to protect himself from the memories.

"Everything I did, all the battles we fought, and the people we killed, I did it for everyone to be free to make their own choices. So if either of you want to leave, then leave! I can say over and over how much I want you both here, for you both to be at my side, but if your heart is pulling you somewhere else, then who am I to stop you?" Your eyes shifted to meet Halsin's with a sad smile, mostly inviting him to make his escape if he truly meant to leave.

Astarion stood unusually quiet, his body tensing more and more with each step that sounded behind him as the druid walked to the door. His eyes closing tight as Halsin mentioned his damned Oak Father watching over you both and returning you to him some day before the door clicked closed.

You both stood frozen for a few moments, not really sure what to do with yourselves. The sound of multiple children's calling Halsin's name and running to greet him as he walked outside to meet the wagons that he would be traveling with floating through the window. It drew you over, pushing the curtain aside as you looked down at the people your partner had set off to help. While the sun hadn't quiet crested the horizon, you were still careful not to open the cover too much, not wanting to expose Astarion to any stray rays of the light.

The pair of hands at your sides caused you to lean back into the body behind you as a head rested against your shoulder. "And what shall we do now that 'Daddy Halsin' is off on a new adventure without us?" The two of you couldn't help but giggle at the nickname your partner has been bestowed with.

Your eyes slowly shifted from the large druid as you scanned over the line of wagons full of people. While you were happy that he was off to help people and follow his dream, your heart ached at the feeling like a part of your was missing. That was until it began to race, your spine straightening as an idea struck you.

"That depends, want to make a selfish decision with me?" You asked, quickly turning your head to look at Astarion's confused face.

"Do you know me to turn down selfish decision, Love?" His playful smirk didn't really reach his eyes, which still showed with curiosity to your meaning.

Halsin shushed the children down as he tried his best to herd them back into the wagon that would carry them on their journey, most of their eyes growing heavy from how early the caravan had decided to leave, wanting to be on the road before the sun got up and warmed the path too much. As the wagons began to move forward, his eyes moved to the windows of the room you three had spent the night before, hoping to catch a last glimpse of you and Astarion, not knowing when he would see you two again. To his dismay, the curtains were shut and still.

After hearing a heavy sigh, he began to move on with the wagons. Though he didn't get more than a few steps before a commotion behind him caused him to turn. His lips split into a smile as he watched you running to keep up with Astarion, who was rushing to the shelter of the covered wagon carrying barrels and boxes of food. A deep laugh rumbled in his chest as you bee lined for him, jumping at him and forcing his arms to rush to catch you.

"You didn't really think you would get to run off on a new adventure without us, did you?" Your voice rang out with laughter once he set you down.

"I wouldn't dream of it." The two of you smiled at a moment before he lifted you into the wagon with Astarion, moving to follow behind it.

"Except for the fact that you did dream of it, and you did actually get away for a few minutes." Astarion sassed, earning his a slap to the chest, "What?! He really thought we were gonna let him leave alone for a few minutes there!"

"And they were pure torture without you both." Halsin responded, placing his hand over his heart, "The Oak Father has smiled upon me and made our separation brief."

"Good save, 'Daddy Halsin'." Astarion smirked, sending the larger elf a wink before the three of you fall into laughter. The caravan continued on it's path towards a new life for many of the people in it, and while it probably wouldn't be easy, it definitely paled in comparison to anything the three of you has already been through together.

[cameronspecial]

HIII I have another request for Dad!Drew Starkey x Black!Reader. https://www.instagram.com/reel/C6yjMdJLGPg/?igsh=MW1kbWt2a2w0bjF5MA==

And can you make it to where Drew’s son snatches his phone out his hand and runs off in the think and Drew chases the baby and they both run past the reader? If not just ignore this

Thief

Pairing: Dad!Drew Starkey x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.6K (Exactly, which is satisfying)

Masterlist

Drew and Y/N knew when Wilson began walking that he would become even more of a handful. They never expected it to be this bad. The two-year-old seems to find it hilarious to grab objects his parents are using right out of their hands and run. Unfortunately, Drew seems to be the latest victim of the toddler’s attention. 

The father sits at the edge of the couch with his phone held up to his mouth. “Yeah, Jonas, I can do that,” Drew confirms to his boss. His focus on his work call makes him clueless about the tiny head that peaks out from behind the wall. Wilson’s eyes narrow in on the phone and he makes his plan. When Drew sits up a little straight, Wilson sees his chance and he toddles over to his father. Drew thinks nothing of it and smiles at his approaching son. A frown forms when Wilson wraps his fingers around the electronic device and yoinks it out of the older man’s hands. Wilson runs off with a giggle, giving Jonas a view of his chubby cheeks and chin. “Dammit, Wilson, come back here,” Drew orders, chasing after his son. The speed of the child would make Drew proud and hopeful of an athletic career if it weren’t for the situation that they are in. 

The laughs continue. “Wilson, this isn’t funny. Give it back.” The father is led all over the house and still, he hasn’t caught up to him. Y/N comes downstairs to get something to drink when her little boy goes joyfully running past her. She grins at the scene, assuming her husband is playing some sort of game with the boy. The sight of her husband barreling towards her after said boy. The look on his face tells her it isn’t a game. “What’s going on?” she calls after him. He yells over his shoulder, “Your son is a thief!” She chuckles at his declaration, letting her husband deal with the issue. 

She gets herself her glass of Bubly and settles at the kitchen island. After watching the pair run through the kitchen three times, she finally gives her husband a little tip. “Hey, Drew,” she hollers to him. He stumbles back to a stop and spins to her. “Yeah?” She gives him a sly smile, “Try just standing in one spot for a second.” His head tilts, but he listens to his wife’s advice. She points her finger downward and makes a circle. He gets the message, facing the other direction. They stay like that for a few seconds and as his mouth falls open to question her advice, tiny pitter patters become louder. He quickly pieces it together. He squats down and opens his arms wide, ready to catch the toddler. As predicted, Wilson runs into the room with his head twisted backwards, looking for his father. His giggles are cut short when he sprints right into his father’s arms. Drew picks up Wilson and throws him over his shoulder. “You are one sneaky little boy,” he tutts. He grabs the phone out of his tiny fingers. Drew addresses Jonas, “Sorry, Man. Can I call you back?” Jonas looks amused by the scene and nods. “Of course, take your time.” The men bid each other goodbye before Drew hangs out. 

He turns to Wilson, whose tiny teeth beam at him. “That wasn’t funny, Mister. Daddy was working,” he fakes scolding. A tiyn giggle comes out of the boy’s mouth, “I sowwy, Daddy.” Drew shakes his head. “I highly doubt that, but you’re lucky I love you, Slugger.” 

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[wondersinwaynemanor]

they really think Damian and Lian were just in Damian's room to color and draw and play with Titus whenever they visit the Manor, but no. i mean sure, yes, at first it was like that.

not until Lian said, "Daddy, JayJay, Dami is helping me to be cool." and then she tried to kick the air, and she extended her arm as if to punch the air.

Roy and Jason exchanged looks.

at the Manor the next weekend, Jason pulls Damian outside his own room and leave Lian to color on the bed.

Damian, crosses his arms: You better not be wasting my time, Todd and Harper. What is this about?

Roy: Damian, what have you been teaching Lian?

Damian:

Jason: Don't give us that look, Brat. It doesn't work on me.

Damian, rolls his eyes: Tt. Nothing too complicated. Plus, she's meant to be trained to protect herself. When will you begin with the basics? When she's in the face of danger? I thought you imbeciles were knowledgeable.

Roy: We will be there to protect her. And we will choose when and how.

Jason: And in case you forgot, Brat, she's still six.

Damian, unimpressed: Oh, please. I was slowly introduced to weapons at her age. And look how skilled I came to be.

Jason, snorts: You mean skilled at being a brat?

Damian: You're a whole nuisance, Todd.

Lian, interrupts their conversation, running to where they are outside the room and shows the drawing she made to the three of them: Look, Daddy, JayJay and Dami, I drew myself as Robin.

Dick, who just pops out of nowhere behind them: Aww. As the first Robin, I say you would look so badass, Pumpkin.

Roy, whispers: Dick, don't encourage her.

Jason starts to push Dick, but that just gives Dick the chance to grab his arm and pull him for a bear hug. Jason wiggles his way out of it.

Roy, smiles and touches one of Lian's pigtails: What a beautiful drawing, Princess.

Jason, smiles softly at her: Good job, Princess.

Lian beams at them before going back inside the room.

Damian: At least she didn't draw herself as the Red Hood with that hideous helmet. She's even smarter than you, Todd.

Jason: Oh, you little sh-

Jason starts to charge for his little brother, but thankfully, Roy and Dick hold him back. Damian gives a light smirk, which reminds them of Bruce's, and follows Lian back inside the room.

Later that day

Jason: I hate to agree to the demon brat, but he's right. We have to teach her some basics at least.

Roy: Let's take one step at a time, kay, Jaybird? She just learned additions and subtractions.

Jason: When the time is right, of course. But for now-

Roy: - we will make sure that your brother doesn't teach anything too-

Jason: - demonic or bratty. I'll make sure of it.

Roy just rolls his eyes fondly at his boyfriend.

[madhatterbri]

Damian Priest Fics

All Fell Down - Y/N was in a relationship with Finn Balor. She starts getting closer with Damian Priest. He gets injured, and Finn finds out about their relationship.

Business - You and Damian cut a promo after he allows JD to take a beating.

All Fell Down Part 2 - The fallout costs Damian and Y/N their relationship. Part 3

Telephone - You and your love end up having phone sex because they’re a part on Valentine’s Day.

Brotherly Love - Reader is Drew's sister, and she is dating Damian Priest. He promised her that he wouldn't cash in on her brother and well.

Lucky - Summary: Can you please write a Damian Priest X Fem Reader Fluff Story?! Anything Comforting is okay

Rise and Fall - Fem!reader is Rhea’s protégé & after Rhea gives up her title due to injury, the reader decides to get that title back to Judgment Day w/o telling the group. The group is shocked when the reader comes out with her new look & wins the title. Damian/Reader becomes close while Rhea sees her as a threat that needs to be taken out.

My Girl - Can you please write something smutty/flirty with Damian Priest and Fem Reader where both are part of the Judgment Day and they constantly flirt with each other, after an successful Monday Night RAW they are out to celebrate and again Reader and Damian are constantly flirting and teasing each other which causes the rest of the Judgment Day Crew to leave them alone, Damian and Reader stand up to go back to his room where they have passionate sex and spending the night together in the morning after they lay in bed cuddling and Damian asks her to be his girl because the last night shouldn't be and one night stand.

Bet - Summary: A She’s All That AU where Damian accepts a bet that he can make fem!reader, who is a jobber or someone stuck at catering into a women’s champion. Thanx :)

Te Perdiste Mi Amor - Summary: Unspoken feelings hurt Damian and Y/N.

You - Reader is jealous of the attention Damian is getting since he became champion and talks to him about it. Smut. 18+.

Betrayed Me -

Summary: Can I prompt Fem!Reader is the one working with Liv. The last straw was when The Judgment Day got involved in her match against Becky & she lost her chance of holding gold. Liv promised something Rhea never did, and that was going after the Women’s tag titles. Reader also points out that TJD was already falling apart before Rhea got hurt & it was easy to make it look like everyone but her was working with Liv. The only thing that hurt the reader was that she had to betray her crush, Damian, but she had to put herself first for once.

Deal - May i prompt - TJD have a Liv Morgan problem but for obvious reasons can't go after her, however, Damain knows someone that can take care of her. Fem!reader is a member of Uncle Howdy's faction & has shown interest in El Campeon & is willing to help but Uncle Howdy isn't going to let Priest use her without a price & that price is an opportunity for the title. Please? Part 2 | Part 3

Challenges - Summary: If I may request - Liv holds a celebration for herself in the ring & calls out Dom to join her but instead it’s Fem!Reader (ex member of TJD who still has a soft spot for Dom & feelings for Damian). She calls out the lack of open challenges since Liv’s been champion & Liv should focus on finding a challenger rather than a “daddy”. Liv thinks the reader is jealous & hits a nerve when she brings up Damian..then all hell breaks loose. Thank you.

Business Deals -

Summary: Damian Priest x reader request, please?? 😀. Instead of Rhea being out with an injury, it was Damian, but his relationship with the reader isn't toxic like Rhea and Dom's. Reader is in a relationship with Damian and a member of the judgment day. However, when Damian gets injured, Y/N gets sick of Rhea's controlling ways and decides to do business with Braun Strowman behind their backs. On the night that reader finally turns on TJD and attacks Rhea, Damian returns and confronts her. You can pick a happy or sad ending, and btw, the reader didn't cheat on Damian.

Consequences -

Summary: Can I request: Something snaps in Fem!reader. After proving she has earned a title shot, reader loses against Liv Morgan because of Dom’s “help” & unlike Becky & Zelina; reader grabs a nearby bat & goes after him. TJD guides Dom away while Priest talks the reader down. Priest assures that Dom will face consequences & leaves. Reader isn’t waiting & finds that the clubhouse is unprotected & uses her bat to destroy everything, including the gifts that Liv bought for Daddy.

Part 2

Switching Sides -

Ulterior Motives -

I Had Some Help -

Unconditionally -

Hay Rides

Hero

"Friends"

Mistake

Opportunity

Flirt Part 2

Safe

Confession

Cuddles

Acquainted

Halloween

Jealousy Trend

Daddy

Christmas Shopping

Tag Team

Protector

[luvneymar]

(3) THE BIRDS AND THE BEES — NEYMAR JR

SUMMARY: You and Neymar have to explain how babies are made to Davi, after the conversation you both reminisces about how your baby girl got here.

“Mommy I have a question.” Davi asked in a quiet voice. Davi has been weird all day asking you things just to say “nevermind” before a chance to express himself.

“Yes baby? You’ve been weird all day. Is there anything going on?” You asked him with a worried look on your face

“Uh, How did you get Valentina inside your belly? Did you swallow her?” Davi asked with an innocent smile. You smiled back at him so hard as you tried not to choke on your own spit. Neymar had been away for training today so it was just you and him.

“Huh, Okay. Uh Davi? Why don’t we wait till papa is here so we can explain it together?” You needed time to find an excuse that wasn’t to far from the truth, age appropriate & kid-friendly all in… 30 minutes, glancing at your watch.

“Okay!” As davi ran off to play with his toys you picked at your fingernails walking back and forth wondering how you could make Neymar fucking you into a sex coma as PG as possible.

As the clock ticked the less your braincells produced ideas. Figuring that calling Ney and telling him the situation before he arrived home would be the best idea.

The moment you reached to dial his number the front door had opened and Neymar had walked in. Oh Thank God. “Boa noite, família!” [Good Evening family!] Neymar placed his duffle bad in the hallways and plopped himself on to the couch.

Pulling you onto his lap sitting sideways he pulled you in for a kiss before calling out to his son. “Davi! I’m home!” He yelled out caressing your sore back. Ever since the pregnancy began he’s notice how tense you got in your back and shoulders and made it a mission to ease that tension almost every day.

The pitter patter of Davi’s small feet hit the floorboards as he came running to his dad and mom. “Hi daddy!” Neymar pulled him onto his other thigh and wrapped his hands around the both of you. “Mama can you and daddy pleasee answer my question?”

Neymar looked at you in confusion and whispered into your ear with a raspy voice. “what question?” You got shivers down your spine just thinking about what the outcome was when he last used that voice on you.

“Why don’t you ask him yourself Davi?” You tried as hard as you could to ignore any time of hormones that would arise while thinking about this topic let alone explaining it. Stupid pregnancy brain.

“Daddy I asked mama, How did she get Valentina inside her belly? Did she like swallow her?” Davi asked with an unsure voice hoping his baby sister wasn’t swallowed to be convinced.

Upon hearing that Neymar tried so hard not to laugh but hearing the last part made him burst out into a fit of laughter. You smacked him in his shoulder multiple times unable to control the smile on your face.

“Valentina was made when mommy and daddy were out and mommy had to many shots of tequila, soon after that mommy took off-.”

You elbowed him in the side and sent a nasty glare his way making sure he got the message as to not give 4 year old Davi the details about how your babygirl was conceived. “Sorry Sorry, Valentina was made when mommy and daddy were playing a game called horsey.”

“Oh, Can I play?” Davi asked innocently, You almost choked on your spit before shaking your head multiple times at Davi. “Oh no,no,no Davi baby you can’t, it’s for… Older people. Like me and daddy!”

“aww, are you sure I can’t play?” Davi pouts and looks up at you both with his big brown eyes. “I’m sure Davi.” Your short and firm answer made Davi drop the topic all together.

“Okay fine, bye mommy, bye daddy.” He ran off to play with his toys leaving you and Neymar alone in the common room. You turned to look at him just admiring his facial features.

“Something on my face princesa?” Neymar asks before turning to look at you. Shaking your head and scooting closer you put your head on his shoulder and drew circles around his abs.

“Are you trying to tempt me?”

“Maybe, Maybe not. The actual question here is… If I do, what are you gonna do about it?”

Neymar turned his head and poked his tongue at his cheek with a cocky look on his face. “The last time we went through this you ended up with Valentina. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Actually…No!” You get up and run towards the hallway with Neymar not being that far behind you. Turning the corner was the guest bathroom and you ran into it barely closing the door on Neymar’s face.

“Open the door princesaa! Lemme in. I promise I won’t do anything.”

“Yes you will! You’re gonna kiss me, then touch my boobs, then it’ll lead to very bad things, so no!” You yell out in a playful manner tempting Neymar to think of dirty things.

“But you have amazing boobs.” Neymar stated using the voice of an intellectual. You couldn’t help but laugh at the voice he used explains how boobs are the greatest creation.

“Don’t tempt me Mr. Santos, you just wanna get in my pants. The doctor did say that sex this late into a pregnancy is just begging for pre-term labor.”

“I’m not! I promise I will never do anything to harm our precious Vale.” He placed his hand on his heart hoping you’d be convinced. You opened the door just enough to see his face before slowly opening the door and letting him in.

“Thank you princesa. I you know I could never be kept from you too long. I’d go insane.” He kissed your forehead before placing his forehead on yours & placing his hands on your waist sliding it down to your hips.

He dipped his hand into your underwear waistband snapping it against your pelvis. “HEY!” you shouted pulling away. “way to ruin the mood.” you pinched his side and walked away to sit on the edge of the bathroom.

“Sorry.” He muttered before following you sitting on the carpet below you. You caressed your pregnant belly soothing your baby. You took neymar’s hand and placed it on your stomach so he can feel his baby kick.

“Valentina is gonna be here soon isnt she?” He continued caressing your stomach feeling her movement and you smiled softly. He’s been so good with Davi even as a teen dad. It felt like yesterday when you gave birth to Davi as a teen mom dating your first love; an universal superstar.

“2 months left till she’s here. You know it felt like yesterday that you and I were just freaking out about being teen parents.” You confessed, that was a point in your life that was both traumatic & joyful.

“Yeah, seeing Davi for the first time just made all my doubts go away about being a teen dad” You smiled at the memory of seeing your baby boy for the first time and that sense of relief just washing over you.

You both sat in silence just enjoying each other’s presence. “You still tryna get into my pants?” You look down at him with a glare smacking his hand away that that tempted to ease into your underwear.

“Just had to see if that was still an option.” He laughed and stuck his tongue out with a cheeky grin. “Well it isn’t.” You pouted, standing up from the edge of the bathtub you begun to walk to the mirror and stared at yourself.

Neymar was right behind you stopping right behind you, he kissed your neck and looked at you through the mirror gripping your hips.“Once my last season at Santos is over, i’m gonna make you my Mrs. Santos. I promise.”

“Mmh, Really? You promise?”

“Really, I promise” He turned you around and kissed your lips gripping the side of your face, he pulled away leaving little room between your face. “Are you gonnna kiss me like that at our wedding?”

“Nope.” He smirks with a proud look on his face.

“Nope?” You raised your eyebrows at him putting your hands on your hips.

“No. Because if I do we’ll just end up fucking like rabbits at the alter.” You both looked at each other before bursting out into laughter. As you laughed you took in what he said and stopped laughing.

“Alter? Who said we’re getting married an alter?” You asked with confusion, the place of your wedding was always important to you even since you were a little girl. You always imagined it be at at a [place] or at a [religious building]

“what?” Neymar looked at you with a surprised face as you did the same. It’s funny because 5 minutes before you both were making marriage plans and now it seemed as if you didn’t know the man you were standing in-front of anymore.

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[yuna542]

[3.]

~Who surfs in a storm?~

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Reader/Oc

Genre: Fluff, Enemies to Lovers, Smut, Angst, Drama, Action

Warnings: Nothing

Taglist: Open

Word count: 2,2k

Summary: The Kook princess is back after a year and reignites the war between Pogues and Kooks on Kildare. But she quickly realizes that after this year, nothing is the same as before. Deception, secrets from the past, and dangerous conspiracies sweep across Kildare, leaving her no choice but to work with the Pogues and her personal nemesis to find the truth and maybe even $8 million. A dangerous treasure hunt begins that turns her world upside down.

Soundtrack:

⏯️Play -Runaway Kids by HARBOUR

“Where we've gone, it all just feels the same

I found that sun

Wouldn't you know, now I miss the rain

We're the runaway kids

Let's escape, we'll get there some day

Hey yo, don't you know

Life's too short to take it slow

We go where we wanna go”

The next days I spent 24/7 with Sarah. Topper and Rafe were also there from time to time, but Sarah and I had a lot to talk about and to catch up on. In the evenings we usually all sat together and drank secretly from Ward's alcohol, cooked together or ordered pizza.

But today we had planned a girls-only day. We had ridden our bikes to the beach and drank wine that Sarah had stolen from her stepmother's closet.

The sun was high in the sky, warming our faces and heating the air up. The sand was pleasantly warm and the sea breeze gave us a little cooling. Still, it was too hot for me even in my jean shorts and the red bikini top.

We were already chatting all day and lying in the sun, when the first clouds started to build right above us. The wine bottle was almost empty, the alcohol turning our checks red and we giggled incessantly about everything. Sarah brought me up to date on all the gossip on Kildare and that was quite a bit after a whole school year. I missed a lot.

It almost felt like the old days. Sarah had hardly changed and I really enjoyed my time with her. I had long since forgiven her for not getting in touch. I was just glad to have a friend I could trust and have fun with. Yes, she was a spoiled little princess, a daddy's girl, but she was warmhearted after all. That's what always differentiates her from the other Kooks and made her also an easy target.

"Can I ask you something?", I began, tying my hair into a high ponytail. We had gotten back on the topic of boys and even if I liked Topper, the idea of seeing the two of them together was weird.

"Sure."

She looked at me tensely and took a sip from the wine bottle. They started to date right after I left Kildare and to see them interact was kinda strange. The superficial acting was kinda obvious to me, even though Sarah doesn't seem to see it or she didn't care.

"You and Topper... Have you guys slept together yet?"

I wiggled my eyebrows and paused meaningfully.

Sarah inhaled loudly, then shook her head.

"No. It hasn't come to that yet."

I nodded and looked out at the ocean. Just as I thought. The waves were really high today and something magically drew me out onto the water. The intense blue shimmered seductively in the sunlight and was only interrupted by the foam of large breakers.

"What about you and Rafe?" she asked then, handing me the bottle.

"What do you mean?"

I gave her a curt look as she eyed me with raised eyebrows and disbelief.

"Don't play dumb with me! You know damn well he's had a crush on you since forever. When you moved away, he didn't leave his room for days."

I pressed my lips together. Of course, I knew Rafe had his eye on me and before the incident I had even toyed with the idea of giving it a chance.

But then everything got mixed up and drowned into chaos. Rafe still seemed to be interested in me and that strengthened my self-confidence, after I had only rejected all the guys over the last year. After all, I had seen how he had been adored on the beach. He had grown into a tall, handsome young man over the past year and the female world in Figure Eigth was at his feet.

"I don't know... That was so long ago."

Sarah handed me the bottle and I took a big sip.

"It hasn't for Rafe. He's obsessed with you. For real it's annoying."

We had been very good friends in the past. With him I had smoked my first joint, skipped school for the first time and drank alcohol. We were inseparable until he started sending strange signals.

At first it bothered me, but after a while I liked his attention. I played with him without really knowing what I was doing. I mean all girls were happy to have the attention of an admirer, right?

Now that I was back here, the game started all over again.

Maybe this time I would actually give it a try with him. After all, he was good looking, came from a good home, and was always friendly to me. And we were not children anymore.

Glancing up at the sky, I felt queasy. A storm was brewing over the sea. The dark clouds thickened and an ominous wind blew toward us. The air was electrically charged and it already smelled like a thunderstorm.

"There's quite a storm coming," I remarked, letting the soft sand trickle through my hand.

Sarah looked to the horizon as well and nodded.

"Yeah, that looks nasty. We should start heading back."

"There's still time," I countered, and though the clouds seemed intimidating, they fascinated me in equal measure. Just as the sea always had. I probably got that from my mother.

Sarah started to put the bottles into the basket of her bicycle. She was restless because of the thunderstorm and I couldn't blame her. Here on Kildare the storms were different. They were unpredictable and incredibly strong. Hurricanes could hit the island at any time and you didn't want to be outside when a beast like that grabbed the island and threw it around, like his personal toy.

In fact, I could already see the first drops falling from the sky and darkening the sand, while the gusts of wind tore more and more violently at my hair.

Suddenly there were shouts and two people were running across the beach. Both had a surfboard under their arms and seemed to be racing each other.

At that moment, the first drop of water fell on my forehead.

Sarah seemed to be getting raindrops as well.

"Come on! Let's get out of here!"

I squinted my eyes and watched as the two boys laid their boards on the sand and looked out to sea as if searching for suitable waves.

Finally, I recognized them.

"Hey, Sarah? What are Maybank and John B doing by the ocean in weather like this?"

Sarah stood next to me and looked over as well.

"What do I know? Those two are completely insane. They surf in storms a lot."

I watched in disbelief as the two of them watched the restless sea as if they couldn't wait for the storm.

The wind swirled my hair around my head and goosebumps spread across my skin.

That's when John B turned around and spotted us. He whispered something to JJ and wanted to remain discreet. However, JJ immediately whirled around and waved at us ironically.

Sarah sighed in annoyance, while John B also looked over at us, obviously unsure if he should greet or just ignore us.

Behind them, the darkness of the threatening clouds was punctured by lightning.

JJ had only a bluish tinge left under his left eye but you could still see the cut on his lip where Rafe hit him.

"John B has been working on our boat for quite a while now. His father disappeared at sea a few months ago and was pronounced dead," Sarah told me in passing.

"You remember Maybank," she added with a smirk when she saw me eyeing him.

"Yes, I do. How could I forget that dickhead. But he changed. At least from the outside.”

I just realized that again. His tanned upper body was muscular and defined. In general, he had become outrageously attractive. For pogues, the two of them were actually very handsome. Like two stray dogs who were dirty, but still beautiful to look at.

"Only on the outside. He still fucks up every chance he gets. No wonder with that father... The man has been suspected of smuggling several times. The police is almost every week at their front door. JJ has probably become even more brazen and stupid over time due to the illegal influence."

I immediately believed that, thinking about the fight with Rafe.

"Shit, they're coming," Sarah remarked, running to her bike to lift it out of the sand.

I, on the other hand, remained seated and looked at JJ, who was casually sauntering toward us with a certain mischievousness in his eyes. John stopped at the water's edge and didn't seem too pleased with JJ's behavior.

"Are you girls lost? Aren't you two on the wrong side of the island?"

Provocatively, he stood up in front of me and looked down at me. His gaze traveled over my face and then up and down my body. I unconsciously grabbed my mother's necklace. His remarks made immediately angry.

Mom had always taken me here in the past. This is where she had learned to surf herself and she had insisted on showing me too. I grabbed my necklace even harder to calm my breathing. Just a few weeks before she died, she had given me the necklace, so it had a special meaning for me and calmed me. Mostly. It consisted of a small silver cylinder with sweeping engravings on it. They looked like little waves traveling across the silver. It gave me little waves of warm energy every time I touched it.

"I don't see a sign with your name on it anywhere."

I pretended to look for such a sign and then looked up at him again, waiting.

Then the silence was shattered by a low rumble and more raindrops fell on us.

"Come on! The storm's coming."

Sarah had already grabbed the handlebars of her bike. Only my pastel blue bike was still in the sand.

"You're seriously going to surf in this storm?", I asked mockingly as I slowly picked myself up and swept the sand off my shorts.

"Of course. That's when's the most fun."

His eyes sparkled with anticipation, but I could only frown. These Pogues were indeed all crazy. And really really stupid.

"I see you've recovered," I commented, smiling sweetly, pointing at his bruised face.

JJ just laughed snidely.

"I've never been better. Since you’re back, you should know that you Kooks better stay away from the Cut, or it won't end well for either of you."

"Is that supposed to be a threat?"

I crossed my arms and continued to stare at him unflinchingly. These little arguments were actually a little fun by now.

"No, no not at all. Just a friendly hint."

He smiled dryly and the rain increased. Sarah stepped uneasily from one leg to the other, and all at once a bright flash of lightning ripped the sky directly above us, followed shortly by loud thunder.

I winced violently and Sarah let out a scream. JJ looked up at the sky in amusement, letting the rain pelt his face.

"I'm better off without your hints. Maybe you'll kill yourselves out there and then I won't have to tell Rafe anything."

"Pff.. You Kooks just don't know anything about surfing. It's really fun in a storm," he replied, giving his friend an amused look.

I turned to Sarah to turn my attention away from his abs, glistening deliciously from the rain.

"You were right. He's even dumber than he was a year ago."

JJ ran a hand through his now wet hair and tilted his head a little.

"And you're even more arrogant and annoying than before. That that's even possible... Is that what they teach you at your great Kook schools?"

I shook my head in annoyance.

"Let's get out of here! Rafe is probably already waiting," I said, addressing Sarah.

My provocation hit the mark, causing JJ to snort snidely and the smile to disappear from his face. The waves became louder and louder and roared ominously. Now I was starting to feel more queasy, too.

"Come on! You don't want to keep your prince waiting."

John B had already taken his surfboard and wandered into the bubbling water.

"Just shut the fuck up, Maybank," I hissed, to which he just grinned wider again.

His provocations were getting on my nerves so much, and when he now slowly walked backwards while throwing me an air kiss, I wanted to punch him.

Then he turned and ran down the beach. He grabbed his board and threw himself into the water with it.

Stunned, I could only shake my head again.

I grabbed my bike and swung myself on it. Silently we drove through the rain and tried to get against the increasing wind. All the while, I just couldn't get that annoying grin and blue eyes out of my head.

I was annoyed that I kept getting involved in his provocations, but on the other hand I had seen that myself too could irritate him quite easily. That was exactly the satisfaction I searched for. This idiot had no idea who he was messing with.

But he would most certainly know soon.

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© Yuna542 — 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝.

[aurorawritestoescape]

The Devil in Me

Pairing: DEVIL!Dieter Bravo x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Genre: smut and fluff, Devil AU

Warnings: 18+, minors dni, porn with almost no plot, allusions to sa, reader struggles with self worth, praise kink, breast play, thigh riding, blood play, vampirism, unprotected piv, daddy kink, oral(f receiving), fucking the Devil, creampie, religious themes, men’s thighs)

Summary: being an aspiring actress but failing to succeed, you decide to use an unorthodox method to get the desirable money and fame. You perform a summoning ritual in order to sell your soul to the Devil. Lucky for you, he pays you a visit and happens to be devilishly handsome.

Word count: 4,3k

A/n: the moment I saw Pedro’s Met Gala look, this thot was nailed into my brain. Hence the fic. Big thanks to @ozarkthedog for giving me a necessary push with this post. English is my second language, sorry for any mistakes or general fuckupery of the story;) <3

As long as you remembered, your only wish was to become a famous movie star with millions of fans who worshiped you. So you took various and fucking expensive acting classes, went to dozens of auditions where you acted your heart out. And still every time another nepo baby got the job of your dreams. You felt bitter as hell. You couldn’t bear the rejection, the harassment, slimy hands and hungry glances of producers and agents. Under the pretences of helping you, they hunted for your body like predators and gave nothing in return. The debts were pilling up, and waiting tables at a lousy café didn’t promise you any financial stability. You kept jumping high but still couldn’t grab that lucky ticket in the air. 

So when, at a flea market, you happened to see an old spell book, it immediately piqued your interest. You looked through the pages and noticed a ritual called "Summoning the Devil to Sell Your Soul." You laughed at first but, to your own surprise, paid for the book and brought it home. It was on a whim. You didn’t believe any of that hocus-pocus shit, but desperate times call for desperate measures.

…..

You were in your rented one-bedroom apartment, sitting on the bed and reading about the preparation for the summoning. You let out a laugh. It was so easy. Make the room dark. Light some candles. Say the spell. And voilà! The Devil himself would appear and give you everything you wished for in return for your  precious soul. You didn’t think much of it. 100% that it wouldn’t happen. But if by some crazy magical supernatural chance it did, you’d be ready. Your soul had been torn to shreds by disgusting and power-hungry men, so you’d be happy to replace it with the long awaited fame and money. 

You followed the simple instructions: drew the curtains to keep the light of the sunset out and lit all the candles you could find at home. You looked around and found the atmosphere quite relaxing. The air was heavy with a sickly mixture of scents - vanilla, pine, strawberry. Yet it was hiding the greasy smell of the Chinese you’d had before. The candlelight bathed the room in a golden light, its flickering flames making shadows dance on the walls. You plopped down on your bed and placed the spell book on your lap. At the back of your mind, you were laughing at yourself for being such a fool. But to an outside eye you’d have seemed serious and focused. Your lips silently moved, reading the spell several times. Then you cleared your throat with a cough, said "Fuck it!" and read the spell loudly.

….

Nothing happened. You were still alone in your shitty room, shitty apartment, living your shitty life. It wasn’t a surprise. You sighed heavily, closed the book with a thump and threw it on the floor. You climbed on your bed, got under the covers and buried your head in the pillow. Disappointment was gnawing at your gut. How could you hope that ridiculous summoning spell would work? You shut your eyes, feeling the tears fall on the pillow beneath you. 

You didn’t know how much time passed. You were in that trippy state between wakefulness and sleep. Then your whole body twitched and chills covered your skin. You weren’t cold, quite hot actually because of all the candles. All of a sudden, you felt the weight on the other side of the mattress. You turned rapidly and saw a man sitting next to you on the bed. His back was leaning on the headboard and his legs were stretched out and crossed at the feet. You jumped out of the bed with a scream and stared at him paralyzed with fear, eyes round and breath unsteady. In contrast with your own reaction, he seemed relaxed. His dark intent eyes had a humorous spark in them, looking at you with amusement, his plump lips were curled up in a smirk. His skin was tan, the colour of caramel and rich honey. He had an aquiline nose, a salt and pepper patchy beard and a moustache. His dark hair was neatly slicked back. He was, without a doubt, the most handsome man you’d ever seen. But the most peculiar thing about him was his attire. He had a bright red coat with a red shirt underneath and a thin black tie. You glanced down to see that he was wearing black shorts which were covering little of his thick thighs. On his feet, he had black high patent boots with black socks peeking out. 

His smirk was replaced by a blinding grin and you heard his deep comforting voice. 

“Hi, darling,” he said, rolling R with his tongue, making the word sound delicious. 

“Wh...who the fuck are you?! Why are you in my apartment?!” you exclaimed in a panic, wrapping your arms around your middle. 

The stranger’s smile fell, and he looked at you with sad puppy eyes and furrowed brows as if you’d slapped him on the face. 

“You summoned me, remember?”

You couldn’t believe your eyes or your ears. With your voice lowered to a whisper, you asked him as if somebody could hear your secret, “Are you the Devil?”

His wide smile returned, making the wrinkles around his eyes more pronounced. He opened his arms to present himself to you and announced enthusiastically, “Yes, I am! The one and only King of Hell, darling!”

 You were speechless.  What do people say in these situations? Would you like a drink, Satan? Why are you in shorts? It was crazy. So you kept standing there with an open mouth and widened eyes. 

Noticing your confusion, the Devil sat up, bent his right leg and started scratching his knee. “I understand your shock and all, but I’m a busy man, you see. People desire a lot of things these days. Thank God for consumerism,” he added, putting his hands together in a prayer and looking up. “Do you still want to sell your soul?” the Devil inquired as he tilted his head and narrowed his eyes.

You closed your mouth and opened it again. “Yes! But to be honest, I didn’t expect the spell to work …and you look like this…it’s a lot,” you explained to him while fumbling with the hem of your t-shirt.

At that, the Devil’s face fell, and he looked down at himself straightening his coat and shirt.

“What’s wrong with the way I look? …wanted to try something new. And I’ve been told that it’s very stylish,” he retorted, glancing at you sideways.

In truth, you loved the clothes and the boots, but his childish reaction amused you and, feeling a little bolder, you decided to tease him.

“Been told by who exactly?” you smirked at him. “Demons,” he replied with his plush lips in a pout.

“Ha! They’re telling you what you wanna hear. They’re kinda your employees.” You crossed your arms and continued your taunting, “And this lip ring. What’s that for?”

The Devil sucked in his lower lip, touching the ring with his tongue and replied, “It makes me look edgy”. You raised your eyebrows at him, “Why do you need more edge, man? You’re the fucking Devil!” Oh, you enjoyed it. At hearing that he shrugged, growled, took off the lip ring and tossed it in the direction of your wardrobe. He then stared at you with narrowed eyes, as if trying to burn a hole in your face. You almost burst into giggles, seeing him like that. The big bad Devil got bullied by a human girl.

By the look of you he must have realised that you‘d been playing with him and his grin returned to his face.

“Haha, very funny,” he said sarcastically and leaned his back on the headboard again. “Let’s talk terms and conditions then, style expert. You give me your soul, I give you what you desire. What is it you desire, darling?” he added with a luscious smile.

The endearment made you blush. You cleared your throat and replied that you wanted to be a famous actress. He nodded and waved his hand as if brushing away your concerns. 

“No problem! You will be, beautiful! We just need to make the deal, and you’ll be the happiest and wealthiest star till the day you die. You’ll live for many wonderful years, but when the time comes I’ll see you in Hell” he explained with excitement on his face. You were aware of that condition but hearing out loud about the prospect of burning in Hell for eternity made you drop your head in doubt, a surge of nerves making you pace the floor along the bed.

Seeing your unease, the Devil crawled to the side of the bed you had previously occupied and sat there with his feet on the floor. You took a step back and looked at him as your fear returned. He was the Devil after all. His exposed legs were spread widely, almost touching yours. His long coat was laying on the bed like a crimson cover. 

He took your hand and placed it between his big, hot palms. To your surprise, the physical touch made your core tingle and the heart skip a beat. 

“You know what, if you aren’t sure, I won’t pressure you. You can go through some more auditions, do a couple of tampon commercials and may be one day your fame will find you.”

“No!” you exclaimed, almost startling yourself. You knew what he was doing, painting your dream impossible to achieve on your own, but the desire to make it big was so strong, all you needed was the smallest push. “I  can’t live like this any longer. I want it here and now.” 

Then adoration and content blossomed on his face and your chest swelled. 

“That’s wonderful,” he purred. “Now we need to do the deed, and it’s done.”

You swallowed loudly. “The deed? Mmm… As in ‘to have sex’?” 

His gaze drifted lower, taking in your form in front of him, and he responded in a husky voice, “You shall give yourself to me completely and fully, and then you’ll be mine forever.”

Of course. Men in power always wanted a piece of you, why would the Devil himself be different? But in a weird way, you trusted Him more than anyone else to make your wish come true, and so you whispered “O… ok.”

His whole demeanour changed in a flash. His face darkened, previously adoring eyes got flooded with lust and desire, the soft smile morphed into a hungry animalistic grin. 

It scared you. You glanced down at yourself, suddenly aware of your old almost see-through t-shirt and sleeping shorts covering not much of your body. You’d felt too comfortable with him before, in part forgetting who it was in front of you. At that moment, the air grew hotter and heavier. The candle flames began trembling rapidly without any breeze and the whole room got darker, resembling a crypt. The Devil’s red coat and shirt looked maroon. 

He still had your hand in his palms and gently pulled you closer to him. You were all the way between his legs and the Devil moved his right leg, slid the knee between your legs, placed his hands on your waist and pushed you down, so you could straddle his right thigh. You grasped his shoulders to stable yourself. He wasn’t smiling anymore, his expression was determined and lustful. His plush lips found your neck and you whimpered. The Devil smelled like smoke and your eyes watered a little. He started leaving open mouth kisses on your neck, making your eyes close. Your chest was flush against his broad shoulder, and you were sure he could sense your heart fluttering. 

“I promise to give you everything you desire, darling. But before that I’ll  make you feel devilishly good,” he whispered, nipping on your earlobe. “Do you agree?”

You nodded, but he needed to hear it.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you replied, and a peculiar feeling rushed through your body. Your eyes darted down and you gasped, finding yourself completely naked. Your clothes just vanished. His lips left your neck, and he was leering down at you, devouring your form. “Fuck…you’re gorgeous.” The praise made your head spin and your core tingle. Chills covered your whole body and you shivered.

“All trembling for me,” he murmured. “Such a good girl.”

His hands snaked down to your ass, palming your cheeks and pushing you closer to his torso. Your clit rubbed on the material of his shorts and a quiet moan escaped your lips. The devil grumbled, hearing the sounds you made for him. You felt his huge bulge pushing into your thigh. He lowered his head, reaching your breast with his mouth, and started to lick and suck on your bud.

“Delicious little thing,” the Devil cooed at you between his ministrations. You needed more, so you began grinding on his thigh at a steady pace whimpering softly. Your movements made the hem of his shorts rise up, and you felt his bare leg with your cunt. You were so wet, making a mess of his shorts and thigh. You’d never been so aroused before, and the need for a release was overwhelming. Soon your body and forehead were covered in beads of sweat, your legs trembling from exhaustion. He was guiding you with his strong hands gripping your hips and kissing you wherever he could reach. Your clit was throbbing, and soon you felt your core tighten and the burning in your stomach increase.

“Fuck! m'go… gonna cum!” you moaned through heavy breathing. 

“Yes, cum for the Devil, baby!” he ordered and slapped your ass cheek, leaving a slight burn. Your head fell back, the spine arched, and a hard orgasm shook your whole body. The strength left you, so he continued moving your body, helping you to ride it out. When overstimulation hit, you fell on his chest. You put your forehead on his shoulder, as aftershocks shook you from time to time. 

“No rest for the wicked,” he said, and suddenly took your exhausted body in his arms bridal style, and plopped you on the bed carelessly. 

You got a whiplash from the rapid change of position. You were on your back, and the Devil climbed on top of you, straddling your thighs. The tail of his coat was covering your feet. You couldn’t help but gawk at him. A strand of hair fell on his forehead. His broad and tall frame was towering over you, and his looming shadow covered almost all the room. It made you feel tiny and powerless under him. One moment you could swear his shadow had horns and giant wings, but you blinked, and it was normal again. The devil was leering at you with hungry obsidian eyes and, feeling exposed, you tried to cover your chest with your hands. But by some invisible force, your hands were yanked over your head and held there tightly. As if being touch starved, the Devil began kneading your soft breasts. He twitched one nipple hard, making you scream, but the pain was replaced by pleasure when he put his mouth on the burning bud and circled his tongue around it. He wasn’t rushing it, sucking on each breast for a long time until you couldn’t take it anymore. Overstimulation made you squirm and rub your thighs together, as your cunt was crying for attention.

Happy with his work, the Devil set up again, admiring your abused puffy nipples.

“Daddy’s thirsty, baby. Will you help me out?” You bit your bottom lip when you heard what he’d called himself. It was so twisted and your stomach was overflowing with desire for him. 

But the question confused you. As if to give you an answer, he placed his hand on your belly and, following his gaze, you noticed long, sharp claws on his fingers. You were sure they hadn’t been there before. You swallowed loudly and squeaked, “Don’t hurt me, please”

His grin widened as he cooed at you, “Don’t worry, darling. You won’t feel a thing."

The Devil pressed his index finger below your belly button and made a vertical cut with his pointy claw. You gasped, although the pain was bearable, just a little sting. You saw drops of blood appear, and his eyes sparkled. He dropped his head to your belly and licked the blood, moaning avidly. He made a few other cuts and cleaned them with his mouth. Though a bit scared you enjoyed feeling his tongue just inches above your cunt. You desperately wished he would move lower. When he was satiated, his head fell on your stomach, and he caressed your thighs and legs with his now both normal hands, humming quietly. A strange wave of affection took over you. You asked him if he could free your hands. He looked up at you with an air of confusion in his heavy-lidded eyes. It seemed that he’d forgotten having tied you up at all.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” he replied finally in a hoarse voice. When your arms could move, you began combing his soft silky hair with your fingers and gently scratching his scalp. The Devil purred. He was still rubbing your thighs so you knew he didn’t fall asleep.

“Are you ok?” you finally inquired as if you were just talking to your lover.

“No one ever asks me that,” the Devil replied as he looked up. He gave you a sleepy smile and still seemed to be drunk on your blood.

You were awestruck, thinking how much he was like a human man, aside from the claws and the blood thirst. You wondered if he was lonely but didn’t want to break the comfortable silence.

After a few minutes he sat up and you noticed that all the cuts on your belly disappeared. The lustful expression returned to his face once again.

"Thank you, darling. You tasted divine,” he whispered as he climbed between your legs. “Would you like me to fuck you now?” he asked, leering at your spread cunt and gently tracing your slick folds with his finger. 

“Yes!” You said louder than it was intended. 

“Then beg for it, baby! Pray to your Devil!” he ordered with a mischievous smirk. Your cunt couldn’t bear another second without his attention. “Please! I beg you, fuck me please! Make me cum!”

Your words seemed to satisfy him. 

“Oh, I’d be happy to. Lie down and enjoy yourself. Daddy’ll take care of you.” Then you felt two thick fingers enter you. You moaned, arching your back and your fingers grasped the covers. His digits were thick, but you’d been dripping on the bed for a long time, so he entered you easily. 

“So tight, darling. We need to work you open first to receive the Devil’s cock in all its glory.”

He was pumping his fingers in and out, curling them inside and pulling the filthiest sounds out of you. Then you felt his hot mouth on your cunt. He was lapping at your juices, swirling his tongue on your hardened clit and working his fingers. Soon he added the third and the fourth digit and fucked you steadily.  You never expected to stretch that much, but you guessed everything was possible with the Devil. He seemed to enjoy eating you out as much as you did, as he growled into your cunt, the vibrations taking your pleasure to the highest level. 

“Such a nasty girl, giving your soul and pussy to me,” he said, leaving your cunt for a second and licking his lips.

You whimpered at the sight. He was turning you on even more than you could imagine. Soon, his and your moans created a sinful harmony together

“God!” you cried out and he slapped your cunt with his free hand. “Devil, baby, not God!” The pain mixed with pleasure sent electricity through your core and another orgasm hit you. You gushed all over his hand and lower face and he drank you up like it was the tastiest nectar. Finally, you pushed your legs together to stop him from licking you. 

“Now you’re ready for my cock”, he said, sitting up, then grabbed your hips and span you on your stomach. Your face hit the pillows, and your body felt cold as the covers were soaked with your sweat and juices. 

“Elbows and knees, baby,” he ordered. The motion was so rapid you needed a moment to obey, but he impatiently yanked your hips in the air with his big hands.

You heard the rustling of his clothes and then his cock landed on your ass. By the weight of it, it was huge. You turned your head to get a peek and saw his enormous erect member with red angry tip leaking precum on your ass cheek. You got nervous, and he smirked at that. 

"Don’t fear, my dear. I’ll be gentle." 

That was a lie. One moment you felt his tip at your entrance, and in the other he plunged his hard length into you to the bottom. You yelped, suddenly feeling full to the brim. 

“Mmm, such a greedy pussy. Sucking daddy in so well.”

His first push made your front slide forward on the bed, so his arm circled your middle to keep you still, the other hand pushed between your shoulder blades, making your spine arch even more. He started fucking you with strong and deliberate thrusts, and the bliss in your core made your eyes roll back. Loud moans were leaving your open mouth as you were drooling on the pillow. You could sense every vein of his thick cock, and his tip was pushing at your cervix, causing a delicious ache. 

“You gonna come again, baby”, he said and it wasn’t a question. “I can feel you squeezing me. Let daddy help a little”.

Suddenly you felt pressure on your clit. You looked down but didn’t see his hands as they were still holding you in place. The invisible force returned and began circling your bundle of nerves in tight strokes and gently twitching your nipples. You didn’t need much time to reach the third orgasm. Every nerve was electrified, making your limbs and torso shake uncontrollably. Your cunt was flattering around the Devil’s cock and that made him growl, “Yes, that’s my girl.”

The invisible hands left your body as soon as the muscle strength left you. If not for him holding you by the waist, you would have plopped down on the bed. His pace increased and the slapping of his hips on your ass was getting faster. At last, he started cumming. You felt his cock pulsate inside your channel, filling you with his hot seed. He was pumping his cum and your juices back into you vigorously accompanied by lewd sounds and his snarls. Some time passed and he was still going. You were completely spent, and your eyelids were heavy with exhaustion. When he finally stilled and pulled out, he lowered your hips gently and laid down next to you. You felt his cum leaking out of your hole.

Then the Devil took you in his arms, so you could rest your head on his chest, and he covered your legs and ass with his coat to keep you warm. 

He pinched your chin with his fingers and tilted your head up to face him. You were looking at each other with gratitude and satisfaction. His dark eyes were trailing the lines of your features as if they were constellations in the sky. Your breath was once again stolen by his beauty.

Then the Devil kissed you. His plush lips were first gentle, but when his tongue slipped inside your mouth, he tightened his arms around you and kissed you hard. He tasted like something sweet and spicy. You were glued to each other for a long time, and you purred in his arms. It was a parting gift and at the same time the kiss sealed your destiny. When the Devil’s lips left yours, you whined. He smiled at your greediness.

“Before you go to sleep, we need to sign the contract, darling”. You followed his eyes and saw that he was holding a big parchment. 

“Let me help you, baby.” He took your hand and put your index finger in his mouth. A sting made you wince. He pulled it out and pressed your fingertip onto the paper. It left a crimson mark on the contract.

“That’s it. Now you are mine forever,” he explained with a soft smile and licked your finger making the bite mark disappear.

You furrowed your brows looking up at him, grabbed his tie and tugged him closer to your face.

“Wait. You told me that we just needed to fuck to seal the deal. Was it even necessary?”

He chuckled and then whispered in your ear “Well darling. You’re so stunning. How could I not? You should’ve known better than to trust the Devil.

You giggled and pushed your face into his neck. He still smelled like smoke, and you thought that it was your favourite smell in the world. You closed your eyes and soon drifted off to sleep. 

When you woke up, the bed next to you was empty, the candles had burnt out and the morning sun was peeking through the curtains. You sat up and wondered if it all might have been a dream. The contract, the Devil and the best sex of your life.

But the next moment your phone buzzed with a call and, when you picked it up, your whole life changed. 

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Part 2

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warnings: smut (18+ only), threesome, p in v, face sitting/pussy eating, slight degradation

Drew lined his cock up with y/n's entrance. He smirked at her muffled whimpers that slipped out of her as he pushed his cock into her not giving her a chance to adjust to his size as he bottomed out. His hands rubbed up and down her thighs and he kept them spread for himself. He slowly began thrusting his cock into her pussy. His smirk only grew at the sight in front of him.

Odessa looked back over her shoulder sending Drew a wink before turning and looking back down at y/n who was caged between her legs; her face buried in between her thighs as she obediently ate her pussy. Odessa moaned breathlessly with a smug gaze.

"Just like that." Odessa said. "Such a good little slut, isn't she?" Odessa rolled her eyes back as y/n used the tip of her tongue to toy with her clit.

"Mhm." Drew groaned as his hips snapped harshly into hers. "Taking it all like a good little slut." He growled. "Shit! I'm close."

"You're gonna be good and come on daddy's cock, right?" Odessa gripped her hair and pulled her head back. y/n moaned at the slight sting and nodded eagerly. "And you're gonna let mommy cum into your mouth and you're gonna swallow every last drop, right?"

"Yes!" y/n whined.

"Good girl." Odessa smirked pushing her head back to her dripping pussy. "Good fucking girl."

[chorizoa]

Entrail of faith — König x f!reader

part 2!!!!!!!! part 2 part 2 part 2!!!

pt.1 is here

I would like to state that I'm literally just throwing myself into this and letting the thoughts blurb; so if it seems messy, loose, or unorganized its bc I am trying my best :) sorry in advance for anything that may seem plot-holey, geographically incorrect, etc. please feel free to comment on my use of language, setting, wtv— I love feedback and want you guys to enjoy it!!!

this one is also a bit longer tee-hee, and also more revoling around you!

cw: more of konig being a stalker, more talk of kidnap and the like, very brief mention of a daddy kink/use of daddy as a title (its more of a sugar baby kinda way, but hes also just gross), he wants to take full advantage of you, he is very nasty but he loves you so :3

no sex.. yet.

You were a smart girl, but maybe if you were a smarter girl, you wouldn't find yourself staring at an empty message log— thumbs dancing over the screen while you gnaw, and gnaw, and gnaw at that pretty lower lip.

It's insane of you, you think. Giving salt to the interest of a stranger, a man who was clearly dangerous— could so obviously kill you given the chance— one you'd caught glances of during your shifts, always seeming to show up only when you work.. But— Christ.

  The years had not been kind, and being a girl settling into her early twenties, a totally foreign land to start a new life in— not a single soul to keep her warm— well, it embeds a certain sense of desperation. Perfect for men like König. Who, of course, could barely handle a woman under any legitimate means.

Inexperience dripped off of you like a waning ooze, glistening with incompetence for what you could be experiencing— a misted perfume that engulfed you, an aura that "spooked" most anyone anywhere near your age. It kept you at lengthy reach from others, and plastic toys had become your only solace in the pariah'ed life you've lived.

Not him, though, it drew him in— and he could taste it on his tongue, swirl it against his gums and swallow like the loveliest shot of Jager. You would be his favorite spirit to indulge in, and all you needed to do was speak.

He already knew your name, of course he did; so when you texted him— confirming that, yes, this was the cute girl from the diner, and frivolously providing your sweet name in your fluster— it didn't surprise him, but it did make him purr with satisfaction. You were so much closer now, so much easier to bend to his will than you could imagine.

Retirement wouldn't be too bad, it seemed.

Perfect, actually, when he really thought about it. Enough savings in the bank to keep him comfortable until he died of old age, or took an unexpected bullet in the neck; and with the added addition of you? Oh, he was going to bask in heaven's light every night. God had sent him his very own angel— maybe he'd pray, just to say thanks.

He wasn't worried about you not liking him— no, not a bit. It wasn't a choice in his mind, either you liked him, or you didn't… and what he had in mind for if you didn't — well.. it was a particularly nasty thing, and he certainly wasn't bringing it up in therapy. Lest he enjoy the comfort of a solitary, padded room with a jacket to match his confinement— maybe even a damp cell, if they felt so generous.

He was going to have you, whether he had to chain you up in his basement, chain you to his bed post, adorn you with a proximity collar— it didn't. matter.

He was going to have you, and you would have him— a smart girl like you would understand, right? He only wants what's best for you.

That's why he followed you home tonight. Silly girl, don't you know you should take the trolley? There's so many bad, scary men out here— you're lucky he watches your every step, and memorizes the direct path to your home from the shadows, someone could hurt you, sweet girl— and he'd have to make a mess, just for you.

He even watched as you poised your fingers to text him, that sharp sight was a blessing— and observing you as you gnaw at your bottom lip until it swelled was stored into a deep, dark part of his mind for later. Ever still, he found it so amusing how oblivious you were— you should really scan your surroundings more.

Though, when he made it to your home— he found a deep frown tugging at him. Oh, this simply would not do. This was not the place to be for his princess, his darling girl— no, not at all.

This rundown complex was much too grimy for one as stunning as you, everything paled in comparison to you— of course it did, nothing mattered like you— but this was just.. sad, nobody as lovely as you deserved to be so impoverished. The dappled foundation, the assumed stench of cigarettes that must cling to the walls within— he had to get you out of there, and fast.

He almost considered marching in right then, ripping you from the safety of your supposed "home"— but he knew better of it. You needed to be won delicately, you were so sweet, but wracked with nerves like a stumbling fawn— one wrong move, a step too quick, and you'd bolt— he could smell fear, and you held it like a cross to bear. That didn't keep him from feeling angry, however.

He was going to pray, offer thanks, but not anymore. No gracious lord would allow such divinity to suffer like this— no self-proclaimed "God of Man" would allow their subject to wallow in such filth. His sweet girl, he was going to give you much more— so much more than this. He would do what God had failed to. He would help you to understand the divinity of man— and what he had to offer. Father was roiling in his grave at the sacrilege.

That was a nice piece to chew on as he walked back to his car— of course he parked elsewhere, home was much too far to walk from— stuck in a wish-washy daydream of you worshipping him, kneeled at his feet and devoted just as you should be. He'd make it better, he'd make it all better, you need only give him time.

— What are you doing tomorrow night, maus?

He texts, already churning with ideas. Most of them are to capture you, of course, but we've established this— we can't do this. However, he is on the more mundane side of things, wondering how he can somehow pay your rent for a few months— or atleast until he can coax you out of that fucking hellscape in the worst part of town. Regardless, totally normal, gentleman-like, things.

— I work a shift from 17:30-21:00 tmrw night :( but I'll be free after work!!

You're even cute with the way you text, so fitting of you— it makes him chuckle, especially with how quickly you'd replied. In his mind, you're hovering over the phone, jumping at every notification in hopes of it being him.

— No worries, little one, I'd like for you to get your rest. Maybe I could walk you home tomorrow, get to know each other?

He's as articulate as ever, feeling as if you'd appreciate his use of grammar and pronunciation— he hopes you read books, he'd buy you a million books, make you read to him while he bounced you on his knee— maybe you'd call him daddy, if he spoiled you enough. He had so many plans for you, it almost made his head hurt, though his cock absorbed most of his rushing blood.

— That would be lovely :)

It would be, wouldn't it? He'd already walked you home now, you just hadn't known it (you'd never know,) and he'd be able to spend tomorrow evening staring at you the whole time— hence why he memorized the path, and for.. other reasons; but those weren't currently relevant, now were they?

— Good. See you then, Engel.

He could see you now, punching these little nicknames into a poorly guided translator— the blush smattering across your soft little cheeks, your eyes creasing as you couldn't help that smile— God, even the small things about you made his palms itch. He was so excited to have you, hold you, touch and use you when he got close enough. It wouldn't be long now.

He was always so good at planning things.

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The following evening was a rampage. A festival, perhaps, had ripped through the small town— something about music, either way, the streets were eruptive with fervor.

You, just starting out here, are not well accustomed to this area's cultures— and when the café becomes swamped? Well, you're definitely fritzing for some form of substance. Anything to keep a smile on your face while grown adults trash your place of work, and the surrounding area, in a drunken wake. For crying out loud, you barely knew the language here, and people tend to forget any English instruction they've had once a fiery drink hits their system.

Austria. It'd be the death of you.

Forced to close early due to the mess— much to the dismay of drunk, middle-aged men looking for something greasy to fill their maws— the last hour of your day was spent putting a rag to the wall, the floors, the windows; anything your mind could think of, it had to be cleaned. Tired was an understatement, and 'aching' could not be a severe enough adjective for the sensation settling in your joints.

Maybe if you were a more aggressive person, you'd take it out on your manager. Take a bottle of bleach and splash it in his eyes, maybe a bit of strangulation— that was always on the forefront of your concious— and especially now, as he stood outside and lackadaisically sweeped at the "dirty" corner the building sat on. The lazy fuck, can't even make a proper payroll— the bleach sounded a bit more enticing.

You of course shove these thoughts into the supply closet, along with all the other cleaning products that had been collected from their strewn about positions across the diner. It was almost time to go home, maybe ten minutes or so— and you were getting paid for your last hour, come hell or high water. Rent didn't pay itself, and you almost wish you hadn't treated yourself last night to delivery with that tip König slipped to you— could've been handy.

If only you knew how he was itching to have you practically keep his wallet, you'd find out soon anyways.

You stood behind the bar, leaned into it with a placid expression on your face— slumped and tired, and there was no taming your hair. You partially wanted to cancel the little walk you had so eagerly agreed too, but thought better of it— exhaustion ate at you, however, almost in an irritable sense. The urge to cancel just got stronger, and stronger.

Until he was spotted down the street, that almost completely soured your mood— had not the very sight of him set your pulse to palpitate uncomfortably quick. You took a minute to really observe him, at least from a far. He was giant, no doubt about it— regardless of your size or shape, he dwarfed you, and he didn't have to be up close and personal to tell.

His face was mostly obscured, little black mask hanging across his features— this time around though, no sunglasses to hide his eyes— you were fluttering with excitement at the thought of someone's eyes, Jesus, you're kinda weird. Desperate girl, aren't you?

Regardless, he seemed a bit more.. exposing of himself— and, he was here before the agreed time, like an actual fucking man would do.

Huh, maybe the big giant wasn't a bad choice.

Maybe you just didn't know him well enough.

— Schatz! Nice to see you..

He was warm, inviting. If you didn't have sense in your head, you'd climb into his strong-looking arms, beg him to carry you home like a whiny child— of course, you didn't. Only offering him a smile, and taking his arm as he offered it— the sight making your heart stir a little more.

— Nice to see you too, König. I hope it wasn't too much trouble getting here, I know it's a mess out here right now.

You laugh, but you feel almost guilty for making him come all this way. Yes, he offered, yes, he came here anyways— but Innsbruck during a music festival wasn't exactly.. controlled, and he didn't seem to be the type to like crowds. Something you understood, and sensed very quickly.

— Nonsense, even more of a reason for me to accompany you, little one. Keep you safe.

He gives your arm a squeeze with his free hand, it's soft, gentle— so unexpected from hands that looked as if they could rip your throat out. A frisson of heat creeped it's way up your spine. You'd never been the type to depend on someone, or need someone— but hearing him speak that way.. it was definitely flipping some form of switch inside you.

— You're very kind.

You hum in response, taking a step closer to him as you walked— and he kept his eyes on you the whole time, the route burned into his mind. Though, your phrase did not fall on deaf ears— and he had to keep himself from shoving his tongue down your throat right there— you cannot say things like that to him, you are too good and pure.

— To you, at the very least.

— Why's that?

— Why not?

Banter could be good for the soul, and you almost felt desperate when he looked down to you— eyes creasing from what could only be a smirk. You felt flustered under his gaze, small and compact, but.. safe. Watched over, and protected.

Something about his eyes, his demeanor— the way he so graciously walked you along and made sure you didn't step on a single crack or bump in the sidewalk— it tip, tip, tipped you over into a fuzzy headspace you hadn't felt before. Something small, something compact, something malleable.

— Dunno. Men aren't usually kind.

— Boys, then. You are much too beautiful to be handled by a boy.

You cocked a brow at his statement, an amused chuckle leaving your tired lips. He was a strange man, no doubt caring, but even you could tell he harbored things— kept himself from saying and doing things that might be taken incorrectly, or be downright abhorrent. You should be afraid of him, you should run for the hills and scream for help, you should sense the predator who already has his claws dug deep into your skin. 

But you don't, and you don't think you ever would.

Call it string theory, call it hope, call it desperation or an offered entrail— but you placed faith in him, praying that he wouldn't make decorations of your guts— because something more spoke to you, something outside of the two of you held you together steadfast. Mother had always told you to heed universal implications.

— Are you from around here, König?

— Nein, places like this..? eh, not my style. The mountains are much quieter, prettier.

Just how far had this guy traveled? Innsbruck had mountains, yeah, but it wasn't the most secluded of places— quiet didnt exist here. You had to gauge that maybe he blew in from Salzburg, it got less noisy and more rocky the further you went along the North chain. Either way, it was clear to you now that he wasn't just strolling about, he definitely had an agenda.

— Mm. Quite right, starting to regret settling down in such a busy area. I've always enjoyed the quiet.

— Agreed.. What brings you to Austria, Maus?

A good question, a fine one. You didn't know, you got a lump sum from a dead relative— and took off running. America never suited you, and the country was falling to ruins; what would you have stayed for?

— Something refreshing.

— ..And that is..?

— Sights, sounds, self-recognition- I'm unsure, but it's better than home.

He seemed to understand that, a knowing hum vibrating through the berth of his chest. He curled your arm closer to his body, your hip brushing against him as he took an even, slow pace— clearly difficult for him, but you could only move so fast.

The closeness felt nice in that moment, like it was unnecessary to share words— just enough had been said. It was a different sensation flowing through you. Yes, to be frank, you'd been lusting over him since he gave you his number— a little attention can go a long way— but it was different. That feeling of safety was blanketed with another— familiarity.

— Any family, libeling?

— Estranged, haven't spoken to them in years.

Another knowing hum, but it was followed by an amused sound— a chuckle. If the melancholy of the fact hadn't been refreshed, the sound would've made you pounce like a starved animal. He was attractive as all hell— and you didn't even need to see his full face.

— What's funny?

You try not to sound offended, you aren't, not really. Though, his amusement is of interest to you.

— Nothing, I assure you. It just seems that you and I are very similar. You are an interesting little thing.

— Ha! I'm as face value as they come, I promise you that.

— Don't be so humble, it's unnecessary for a lovely girl like you. I'll be the judge of that.

It was almost as if he was scolding you, but you brushed it off with an amused huff of air— leaning into his shoulder as he walked you along. You could stop his heart with such a thing, you saw him so much differently than others, didn't you? What a rare girl you were.

He wound an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into him. He was surprised by his own boldness, but the energy you held was so.. comforting, something in his core shook at the sensation— like a blockage finally being relieved. It could only get sweeter when you returned the gentle grasp, slipping an arm over his slender back.

— I.. this made my night better. Thank you.

You blushy little angel, of course, of course, anything for you. Oh, he needed to give you the world. He'd start a war for you— his very own Helen of Troy.

— Of course, sweet girl. Need to make sure you get home safe and happy, ja?

You laugh and squeeze his side, and he's pushing down another round of nasty thoughts like burning tequila. You have him chomping at the bit for every artifice of your affection.

— Such a gentleman..

— As I was raised to be, Schatz.

It burns him when he has to drop you off at that complex.. again. He wants nothing more than to take you home, invite you to a bed much-too-big, suffocate you in thread counts your wallet couldn't fathom— but it was much too soon, and you were much too angelic for him to ever want to spook you.

It burns you in turn, looking up at him with a shy smile. You want to invite him in, have him over for the night— but it seems you both agree on the terms of "much too soon", and you can't help but feel insecure at the.. state.. of your livingspace. It's nothing lavish, and it's moorish— maybe some other time.

— We should do this again.. I enjoyed this.

— I agree, liebling. Let me know when you work next, hm? Or maybe when you're free, I'll come visit you.

He made you feel as blushy as a school-girl, like you were a gift wrapped in fine bows just for him.

— I'll send you my schedule.

— Guten Mädchen.. I'll see you later then.

And, as if the gods had their hands on your shoulders, he leaned in— pulling his mask down just enough to kiss the top of your head before swiftly moving it back into place, and giving your cheek a quick brush with his thumb. Your skin was on fire, that cheek was never getting washed again.

Good fucking God, coming undone at the smallest touch, are we?

— Goodnight-! Get home safe..

He was already halfway down the block, damn, he's fast.

You're already getting obsessed, damn, he's good.

[r-f-m-writes]

Bittersweet BabyGirl Chapter One

“Please sign here, miss Bennet.” Pedro’s penthouse was luxurious and sun warm around her, everything inside it smelling of him - just the way she liked. Sarah scrawled her name on the certificate of adoption. “This mean I have to call you Daddy now, Pedge?” Looking over a shoulder at her co star turned father, she passed the pen back to his lawyer. Pedro grinned, hands in pockets. The way he stared at her was about as subtle as a slap across the face. “Only when you want to, babygirl.” The lawyer supervising the signing looked uncomfortable. Sarah was impressed he seemed able to sense something that usually went over people's heads. That tension, running an undercurrent through every moment she and Pedro shared. She knew none of this was innocent. And it thrilled her. He thrilled her.

The knife against Ray’s throat was even colder than the night air that pressed around her, thin material of her worn out waffled thermal doing nothing to fight the cold as she was pinned against the front of Aiden’s chest, jaw grasped tight, forcing her to stare ahead, right at him .

     “One more step and I’ll open up your girl, Mills, I swear to God.”

    He was erratic. Voice shaking, breath puffing hot against the side of Ray’s face while her hands trembled, her own lungs barely able to gasp a clean swallow of air with how deeply the blade of his knife was pressed into her skin. When his voice came from the darkness, it was a balm to all her fears. Salvation, safety, love .

        “Alrigh’. Easy , Aiden. Let’s talk about this.”

    Ray’s feet stumbled under her when she was jerked backwards, open hands flinching in the air as the man behind her yanked her painfully to move with him.

        “No, no more talking. I am done with the fucking talking . Either you give me what I want, right now, or I take away the only thing you love. I’ll kill her, Mills. I swear .”

    Ray was panting now, hyperventilating around the choking blade. She couldn’t move if she wanted to. She was paralyzed in her fear. 

    “ Dad -”

    He stepped out of the shadowed tree line, rifle slung over his back, heavy winter coat expanding his already impossibly large frame. Slowly, he raised his hands, stance mirroring hers as his eyes shone in the dim light. When he spoke next, he was talking to Aiden, but staring at her. 

    “Alright. No talkin’. We do whatever you want, Aiden, however you want ta do it. Just say the word.”

   The press of the knife lessend. Ray felt her heart thundering, pulse spiking as she took deep pulls of air into her lungs, eyes welling up in relife and fear and hope as she watched her father step closer. She couldn't stop herself when she spoke again, desperate for him.

    “Daddy, I’m scared .” 

   Pain furled across his face at the terror in her tone and the use of an innocent name she hadn’t called him since she was a young child.

      “I know, babygirl. I know.”

    The bell rang out. George’s voice came, calm but precise, from the director's chair. “Cut!”

     Hot flood lights thawed the freezing air on set in a second as they doused the forest clearing in a golden glare. Samson drew the chilly prop knife away from Sarah’s throat. Pedro dropped his hands down to his sides and grinned at her. 

     The clapperboard snapped to mark the take.

     She was bolting toward her co-star before the camera had a chance to stop rolling, coiling  her arms tight around herself as she ran, “Fuck, I’m freezing .”

      Pedro threw his arms open, lifting the flaps of his warm winter jacket, ready to swaddle her the second her chest met his.

      “C’mere, you.”

     Somewhere behind them, Samson laughed. Sarah plastered herself against Pedro, pinning her icy hands between their bodies as the man grabbed the flaps of his jacket and wrapped them around her tight, squeezing narrow shoulders and rocking them back and forth on the spot. 

      “Still can’t believe Laura put you in this for a night shoot. Shirts paper thin, not gonna do a fuckin’ thing against the wind. Hey, George! This the last take? We’re all tired as hell, an babygirl ‘s about to lose her damn fingers.” 

    Relishing in the warmth pouring over her body and the ragged, woodsy smell of his cologne - which Sarah can tell Pedro applied a bit too liberally that morning - she didn’t say a peep, instead closing her eyes and burrowing her head as deep as she could in the collar of his shirt. 

    George’s voice came steady and tired in reply. “Yep, last take for tonight. I’ll put it through to get approved tomorrow - hopefully we won’t have to torture y’all with a reshoot.”

  Stepping down from his chair, the older man picked up his empty coffee cup off the grass, slotting the huge jumble of scripts against his hip as he began to walk away. 

   “Sarah, I liked what you did with it, good job. Samson, if we gotta shoot again, not so much shaking the knife, just hold it steady against her steady. Remember, you’re full of adrenaline, ready to go in for the kill. Otherwise, nicely done.”

   Pedro’s voice rumbled through Sarah as he called after their director with false offense. “Hey! What about me? I don’t get any notes?”

   Glancing over his shoulder with a good humored smile, George shook his head.

   “What about you, Pedro? You get it perfect - every single time. Now, stop fishing for compliments, and get her inside. I don’t want the best half of my father - daughter duo freezing to death in a shit hole like Toronto.”

     Smiling to herself, Sarah mumbled into her friend’s jacket. “You gonna let him get away with that diss, Mr. Emmy winner?”

    Rubbing his hands in quick passes of friction up and down her spine, the man hummed. 

    “Not a diss from where I’m standin’. You are the best part of our duo, babygirl .”

     He slipped briefly into Mills' deep, Texan accent for the last word. Sarah pulled a face and batted him on the chest. 

    “As if you fucking belive it. Carry me inside, I’m freezing, and exhausted.”

    Scoffing at her attitude, Pedro drew his head back the tiniest bit, peering down the handsome crook of his nose at her.

    “ Carry you? Nah. Don’t think I can do that on account ‘a my - what did you call them? Geriatric knee caps?”

     Groaning, Sarah hugged her arms around his waist tightly and searched for the humility to repent. 

    “Look, I’m sorry, OK? I was just teasing. Your knee caps aren’t geriatric, and you aren't geriatric so please, please carry me inside.” 

    Clicking his tongue like he would if he were still playing Mills, Pedro slid his hands down to grip the backs of her thighs, squeezing once in warning before hoisting her up around his waist.

    “All the things you’ve done to me, and I still carry you to bed. How do you manage it, Sarah? With those big brown eyes, fuckin’ can’t say no to anything.”

    Smiling, the girl let her head roll against the strong jut of his shoulder, watching the forest set shrink away behind them as he took her the short distance back to the trailers, every step bumping the flat of her stomach against his slightly softer one.

    The door to her caravan was unlocked, and Pedro deftly knocked the handle down with his boot, showing Sarah, without words and beyond a doubt, that he most certainly was not geriatric.

    Lights flicked on automatically as he walked up the short length of steps and trod into the sleek temporary living space. Last week’s scripts were scattered thoughtlessly over the built in couch, and two pairs of dirty bowls crowded the small table along with half drunk mugs of tea. Her kitchen wasn’t much better, with an open box of cereal and a quarter drunk gallon of whole milk left out on the counter. 

       Sarah made a fuzzy minded note to herself that she should throw both away the next day as Pedro muttered something disapproving in Italian so she couldn’t understand it. She hated when he did that.

      Her bedroom was the least shameful, with fresh floral sheets thrown over the queen sized mattress and none of her four sets of pillows scattered on the floor. Baby Bear lay lopsided against the headboard, looking up at her with mournful glass eyes as Pedro lowered her to the soft hug of the mattress. 

        The clock on her bedside said it was quarter past one in the morning. Sarah rolled her head, closing her eyes as she felt the laces of her - or, more accurately, Ray’s - boots being undone. 

        He undressed her slowly, careful and exact, mindful of the wardrobe pieces but always more conscious of her, his big, warm hands skimming her skin as he tugged off Ray’s jeans and pinched off her woolen socks. 

      The last thing to go was the thermal, beige colored and totally inadequate. He said something to himself as he drew it up over her head to unveil her sports bra benithe, muttering in quick, breathy sweeps of his first language while he balled it up and chucked it at the back wall.

     Stripped down to her underpants and bra, Sarah slowly opened her eyes again, peeking up at him through her lashes as he gestured for her to sit up. 

     She did. He took hold of the bottom of the tightly fitted bra, jutting his chin toward her nightstand as he began to peel the compressing fabric up.

    “You enjoyin’ the book I got you?”  

     Blinking hazily in the direction of what he was referring to, Sarah saw the pastel yellow cover and smiled.  

I’m Glad My Mom Died by Jennette McCurdy.

       Lifting her arms to help with the challenging process of getting the activewear off, she laughed a little.

      “My mother wasn’t that bad, Pedro. Yes, she forced me into a career I didn’t want, but it was nothing like what Jennette went through.”

      Tossing the bra aside where he had thrown the shirt, the man looked down at Sarah with a disapproving pinch in his brows.

      “But you do relate to it. I didn’t give it to you to say what she did to you was that bad, I gave it to you as a reminder that you made the right choice last year. I don’t want you to start spiraling. You needed to cut her off, if you hadn’t she would have kept on taking from you. Money. Love. All the other shit she didn’t deserve.” 

    Sighing, Sarah sank back, nipples pebbling in the cool air of the trailer as she took hold of one corner of her duvet to pull it over herself, closing her eyes and blindly feeling around the bed for her teddy.

     “I know, Ped. I’m not spiraling, I’m just tired. Its been a long week.”

     Footsteps padded by her bedside. The feather-soft- fur of Baby Bear brushed the skin of her naked chest, pressed against her by a warm hand. Pedro’s mustache tickled her cheek as he leaned down to kiss her there. 

     “Get some rest, bambino . Remember, I’m just across the lot if you need me.”

      The rumbled pet name made Sarah smile as she moved her hand blindly to find the top of his head, gently scraping her fingernails through the soft, fluffy hair that grew there. 

     “I’m not seventeen anymore.”

     A soft chuckle came from the man at her sleepy, disgruntled tone. She didn’t have those nightmares anymore. She wasn’t a child anymore.

     “Maybe, but you’ll always be my babygirl, Sarah.”

      She didn’t remember him leaving, or herself falling asleep, but in a blink, it was morning again, light filtering through the small cracks around the blinds and waking her. 

      When she walked out of her bedroom, Sarah saw her dirty bowls washed and dried on the side board of the stainless steel sink. Her scripts sat in a perfect stack on the small dining table.     

Opening the mini fridge, there was a fresh bottle of milk and, when she looked toward the breakfast nook, two new boxes of her favorite cereal, a pink sticky note tacked to the front of one.

        Remember to look after yourself, bambi. If you’re struggling, tell me. I am here for you, always.

~P

[wosoimagines]

Saucy Wedding - Emily Sonnett/Reader

This is Part 2 to Lover. Also not really chaotic, but I think it is pretty cute.

prompt: I absolutely loved Lover! Is there any chance for a follow up with USWNT chaos & a wedding?

warnings: none

words: 2531

(Y/N) POV

I sighed as I messed with my bow tie once again. My hands were quickly swatted away from the bow tie. I sighed as I turned to look at Christen who sent me a small glare.

“You can’t even fix it yourself,” Christen scolded. I rubbed the back of my neck at that. I knew that she was right. “Why are you so nervous?”

“Well, for one, I decided to let Lindsey of all people officiate,” I pointed out. Christen only raised an eyebrow at that. I knew that I had ultimately decided to let Lindsey officiate after Emily had begged me. “Two, I am marrying the literal love of my life.”

“Yeah, but it’s Sonny,” Tobin pointed out from where she was standing next to Christen.

“Which somehow makes it a little worse too,” I said. Tobin and Christen shook their heads at me. “It would just be right up Emily’s sleeve to plan chaos for today.”

Both of them went silent at that. They knew that I was right. It didn’t help that the entire national team was here, along with some of the retired vets as well. And some of Emily’s old Portland teammates. We both even had college teammates and friends in attendance as well.

There was absolutely no telling what Emily would have planned with them.

“We’re ready. We’re ready,” Kelley said as she darted toward us. I looked down at the defender. “Frat Daddy Jr. is ready. Just start the music and we’ll be good to go.”

I nodded at that before giving Christen and Tobin one last smile. The three of them moved to take their seats as I moved to talk to Lindsey one last time.

“Don’t worry, (Y/N),” Lindsey said as she put a hand on my shoulder. “Emily loves you. Trust me on that.” 

I nodded at that. I moved to stand at the front as everyone began to find their seats. Once everyone had sat down Lindsey gave a nod to the pianist and the cellist who began to play Cannon in D.

I raised my head to look to the doors that opened to where I saw Emily standing. Everyone stood up as they turned to look at Emily. 

I, however, was immediately reaching for the tissue in my jacket pocket. I used it to wipe at my tears.

Emily began walking forward before Lindsey gave me a small nudge. It snapped me out of just staring at Emily before I walked down the aisle to meet her in the middle. Emily grinned at me once I held my hand out to her. The blonde placed her hand in mine allowing me to lead her the rest of the way to the alter.

Once we reached the front, we both faced Lindsey.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like Sydney and won’t make you all stand the entire time,” Lindsey joked. A lot of our national teammates chuckled at that as they remembered how Ash and Ali’s wedding had been. “You can be seated.”

Everyone in the audience sat down. Emily and I slightly turned to each other.

“Welcome everyone!” Lindsey greeted after a moment. “On this beautiful day, (Y/N) and Emily have brought us together to celebrate their love and union in matrimony. Thank you all for joining us and being a part of their love story.

“After years of nurturing a beautiful, strong relationship, it’s great to see these two tying the knot and taking the next step towards building a family. If you’ve had the fortune that I have, you have witnessed (Y/N) and Emily meet, from a rom-com worthy friendship that started with Emily smacking (Y/N) in the face with a soccer ball to falling deeply in love with each other.

“I remember the day Emily told me about their first date. There was a light in her eyes that I’d never seen before. She was excited and nervous. She worried that (Y/N) didn’t feel the same connection she felt. Little did she know that (Y/N) was already calling her ‘the one.’“

“How could I not fall in love with you so fast?”

Lindsey shoved my shoulder which drew more laughs from everyone else.

“Did Saucy Sonny put you up to this?” I asked. Even more laughs came from the audience and even from Emily. “So that you two could make it a Saucy Wedding?”

“Shut up and let me conduct the ceremony,” Lindsey hissed.

“Don’t worry, I fell in love with you fast too,” Emily said softly.

We both ignored Lindsey’s glare as we stared at each other.

“It warms my heart to see the way (Y/N) looks at Emily. (Y/N) looks at Emily as if she’s the last and only woman on Earth, and to (Y/N), I know she is. I’ve seen these two be there for each other through life’s unexpected twists and turns, only growing closer and stronger from each setback. I’ve seen them share laughs, collect a library of inside jokes and most shocking of all, I’ve seen (Y/N) share her desserts with Emily, which is when I knew this was serious.

“Marriage isn’t easy but I trust these two. I have trust in their love, their friendship, and their commitment to one another. I know they’ll be there for each other, I know they’ll be loyal, and I know they’ll spend the rest of their lives growing and learning from one another. With that, I think it’s time to let them speak on their love.”

“(Y/N) and Emily, have you come here today of your own free will to declare your commitment to one another?”

“We have,” Emily and I both said at the same time.

“Do you promise to be there for each other in the good and the bad? To grow with, understand and respect one another during your life together?”

“We do.”

“Then please face each other and share your vows.”

“You know, I started writing this months ago, but goodness how they have changed in the past twelve days,” I admitted. Emily smiled at me and I could only return it. “What a week we have had. The first of many hard decisions we will have to make together, the first of many challenges we will face.

“With you, I know I will never have to do anything on my own. This past week has been a true testament to the woman you are and the wife you will be. A drop everything because I need you, work past midnight to catch up kind of wife. An ‘it’s never too late to do the right thing’ kind of wife. A ‘what can I do to help you’ kind of wife.

“I knew you were ‘the one’ when I realized that you truly are a better person than me. I admire you and look up to your for all the good you bring to this great big world. You are so blessed with the rare heart of a servant and your thoughtfulness touches everyone’s life you are a part of. Your core is one of a kind and I am the richest person to get to marry you, Emily Sonnett.”

I didn’t miss the tears that escaped Emily’s eyes.

“I think I’m going to need that tissue you have.”

I chuckled at that but I pulled it out to offer it to Emily who took it before wiping at her own eyes. Emily took a deep breath before she looked back up at me.

“(Y/N), of all the people you’ve met and places you’ve visited you ended up here - with me. It is a very powerful and humbling fact,” Emily stated. I grinned at that. “Through the years we have faced obstacles, some harder than others, that have helped us build the strong foundation of our relationship. It has shown me your unwavering love, constant support, and silent strength.

“Thank you for loving my fun, crazy, loud self. I promise to encourage you to follow your dreams. I promise to continue to challenge you to be the best version of yourself. I promise to make you laugh, when you’re taking life too seriously. I promise to love you unconditionally. I promise to put you first and never lose our spark. I promise to never stop singing my own made-up songs, although I know you wish I would. Our journey as a family has only just begun and I can’t wait to see what the future holds for us.

“(Y/N), you are the person I choose to spend forever with, as my true soulmate. As my lover. I chose you in 2018, I choose you today, and I will continue choosing you forever. I love you.”

After a moment of silence, Lindsey softly cleared her throat as she pulled out the rings.

“Let these rings represent your eternal love and the promises you have made here today. Let them be a symbol of your unbreakable bond and this new beginning of your life together with no end in sight.”

“(Y/N), take Emily’s ring and place it on her finger and repeat after me,” Lindsey said. She gave me a moment to pick up Emily’s ring. “With this ring, I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.”

“With this ring,” I started as I began to slide the ring onto Emily’s finger, “I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.”

“Emily, take (Y/N)’s ring and place it on her finger and repeat after me,” Lindsey said. She gave Emily a moment to pick up my ring. “With this ring, I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.”

“With this ring,” Emily started as she slipped the ring onto my finger, “I promise to love and cherish you to the end of my days.”

“Your love has now been strengthened by the promises you have made here today and the rings you have exchanged.”

I grinned at that before bringing Emily’s hand up to her ring.

“(Y/N) and Emily, we have heard the sincerity in your promise to share your lives in marriage. We recognize your love and support your decision to build a home together. By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you wife and wife. 

“You may kiss the bride!”

I immediately pulled Emily closer me before I pressed the kiss to her lips.

“Everyone, give it up for Mrs. and Mrs. (Y/L/N)-Sonnett!”

I grinned as Emily and I took down the aisle. I knew that everyone else would be headed to the reception while Emily and I took pictures. The two of us had fun getting the pictures with just each other before we had pictures taken with our families and even some of our friends. I had made sure that Christen and Tobin were included in our family pictures though.

Soon enough we were back at the reception eating before our first dance. Eventually, Kelley was the one to announce that we were going to have our first dance finally. Everyone crowded around the dance floor as I wrapped my hands around Emily’s waist and her’s wrapped around my neck. Lover filled the silence as we both danced to it.

Once Kelley announced it was time for the father-daughter dance, I let go of Emily after I pressed a kiss to her lips. I watched her for a moment as she moved over to her father before I turned. I easily found Tobin and Christen who were standing together. I walked over to them before I grabbed Tobin’s wrist.

“Come on,” I grinned at her. Tobin and Christen threw a look at each other. “Look, you and Christen and practically my parents. And between the two of you, you’re the dad in the relationship.”

“(Y/N),” Tobin hissed as her face flushed.

I didn’t listen as I dragged her out onto the dance floor. How Sweet It Is (To Be Loved By You) by James Taylor started to play and I didn’t give Tobin the option as I forced her to dance with me.

“Come on, admit it,” I said softly. Tobin only tilted her head at me. “You appreciate that I dragged you out to do this.”

“Okay, I am a little,” Tobin nodded her head. “But Christen will be even happier if you drag her out for the mother-daughter dance I assume you guys are doing as well.”

“Wait until you find all of the pictures we’ll have,” I grinned. 

While we had a professional photographer for most of the day, we had also gone ahead and given our guests disposable cameras to turn in at the end of the night so we could get the pictures that our friends and families wanted to take. I was sure that Emily and I would sit down and go through all of them one day since we had nearly a month off for our honeymoon. 

“No bad ones will be given out, right?”

“I can’t make any promises about that.”

Before long, the song ended and I moved to where Christen was standing before holding my hand out as Kelley announced that we would be having a mother-daughter dance before we invited everyone onto the dance floor. Christen sent me a smile as she took my hand.

Lean On Me by Bill Withers started to play as I swayed to the music with Christen. I had caught a glance at Emily dancing with her own mom and they looked like they were having fun.

“I never have thanked you,” I said softly. Christen opened her mouth but I shook my head. “You and Tobin both took me under your wing in 2015. I can never thank you two enough for that. You gave me the family I had been looking for.”

“You never have to thank us for that,” Christen said as she reached up to wipe a tear from my cheek. “Tobin and I love you and we would do anything for you, (Y/N). Maybe one day we’ll even make you a big sister.”

“Yeah?” I asked. Christen nodded in confirmation. “I’d like that. Big sister has a nice ring to it.”

“You’d have to come over and help though.”

“Emily and I could be like the older sisters/cool aunts just because of the age difference.”

“Maybe Emily doesn’t always come over.”

“Don’t like my choice of a wife?”

“You know I love your choice of a wife. It’s just Emily can get a little chaotic.”

“What do you think I love so much about her?”

Christen shook her head at me. Once the song had ended, the DJ immediately began to play even more music allowing the rest of our guests to flood the floor as I found Emily before the crowd completely descended on us.

This was what I had been waiting for. This moment where my life was complete. I had the family I had spent most of my life searching for. And I had the love of life who was now my wife.

[self-awared]

How do you think the Akademiya would react to a creator who's an engineering major (broad term ik, but I didn't want to get too specific) & also loves to draw in their free time?

This made me think of Kaveh. My obsession with him knows no end.

Characters included: Kaveh, Alhaitham, Scaramouche/wanderer, (can I add Dottore? IDC, I'm adding him anyways because hes so cunty) Dottore

Kaveh:

Discovered your drawings by accidentally walking in your room, thinking it was his.

You weren't home, so what harm was there in taking a few. Surely, you wouldn't notice, right?

Jokes on him, you notice every minor detail, including the fact that some of your drawings were missing. Mainly some unfinished blueprints that you had just drawn because you felt bored.

Needless to say, you got them back. Kaveh doesn't want to say that you would help him with some assignments if he gave them back.

When he saw you drawing in a sketch pad Alhaitham bought you, he was surprised to see many drawings of him and Alhaitham. WAIT WHY ARE THEY KISSING IN THAT ONE-

He asked if he could have the drawing, and you reluctantly and VERY CAREFULLY (it literally took you almost five minutes) to tear it out of the sketchbook.

He now routinely watches you draw various things. But, he would burn that book if you drew more images of him and Alhaitham..

Doing things.

Scaramouche:

Like a tsundere bitch, he "wouldn't care" about your drawings. Of course he likes them

He discovered them while you were lounging in the Akademiya's library, drawing away.

Peered over your shoulder for about half an hour before you noticed. He had already memorized everything you drew.

He got a book thrown at him for scaring you.

When you drew him, he acted like he didn't give a shit, but still stole the drawing.

Often spies on you as you draw.

Once caught you drawing a picture of him and Nahida being just fluffballs. He stole that one too and showed it to Nahida.

She wasn't very proud he stole, but she couldn't be mad for long when she saw the drawing. Now, she routinely asks to watch you draw.

Alhaitham:

Much like Scaramouche, I feel like he wouldn't pay that much attention to your drawings.

However, I feel like he would still be appreciative if you drew him or talked to him about your thoughts.

He wouldn't go as far as to ask to watch you draw, the man is too busy.

I think he would just accept a drawing you gave to him, and would pin it to a wall in his office like a proud father.

When people ask about it, he'd casually say, "Oh, Their Grace drew that." And proceed to get bombarded with questions about you and you drawings.

Zandik/Dottore:

If you were around while he was at the Akademiya, I feel like the two of you would be close.

HEAR ME OUT ON THIS, if I remember correctly, Zandik was an outcast at the Akademiya. So, if you went out of your way to draw him and help him with things, I have a strong feeling that would place you at the top of his favorite people list.

If you were there when he got expelled and sent to the desert, I feel like with your knowledge, you could create some things to help him survive until whoever found him finds him. (I forget if it was Capitano or Dottore)

I feel like while he was becoming a harbinger, you would help him along the way. Hes running out of people to experiment on? You used your influence to send people towards Snezhnaya. He needs funding? The Northland bank just got an anonymous tip, so Pantalone couldn't refuse. But, he definitely knew it was you.

If you only appeared after he was expelled, chances are you would run into him with the traveler and Nahida.

Basing this off myself rq, I'm an absolute simp for genshin villains. Arleechino goes by Father? Nah, she daddy. Same with literally any other harbinger. So, I feel like you would say something stupid while simping over his like 5 voice lines. (He needs more screen time)

A/N: How does Dottore's part match engineer!Creator!reader? Idk. I kinda strayed from the request on his part a bit.

[thebananaiscold]

Zalgo and Slenderman but Zalgo in Dark Link, and Slenderman in Link. Love these two demon daddies.

I’ve never drew Zalgo before, so I took the chance to give him my own design. Gave him detachable limbs that he can move around freely and that are connected/float in place by the use of fire (or a fire type energy?). His stomach is also supposed to be like an open furnace. Also didn’t give him feet, but I think he’d still be able to wear shoes if he wanted using his powers to levitate them.

Also mini bonus comic:

I also just realized you asked for link and not necessarily Ben Drowned….. but it’s technically the same guy so….. yeee :D

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cw: explicit sexual coercion. remy and avery are their own tws i think

It's the only time Remy is ever gentle with her, when she's barely conscious, already having given up on complaining about how Remy's pillows are a little too soft- Even if they were better than what she could afford in her shitty dorm room, anyway. She doesn't have to go back to it tonight. It's just her and Remy in Remy's bedroom, technically a dorm room, too, but so damn enormous for one single person. Befitting of a princess who could live off daddy's money, and Remy's father sure was a king in this town.

Unlike her, Remy could do as she pleased and not get punished for it. Maybe it's because unlike her, Remy knew where to step, didn't usually take things too far with people who'd get her in trouble for it. Should've had thought of that, Avery thought to herself, bitter even as Remy finally let her get rid of the soaked, wine-stained dress and put on a comfortable nightgown as they climbed up to her room to sleep off the alcohol and... Other things from the party.

It'd be too easy to fall asleep in the state she was, warm from the alcohol and feeling the adrenaline leave her body, her eyes fluttering shut already when Remy climbed into bed with her, leaned in close, a hand hiking the nightgown up and mouth breathing hot air on her neck.

"Remy-" She slurred out her friend's name, but was quickly shushed.

"Shhhhh," Remy's voice seemed to carry a hint of a giggle in it, even though she was whispering. "You won't get me in trouble, will you?"

Avery wouldn't. Not if she could help not fucking up her last chance to cling to her old life, no. She shook her head and Remy nipped at her neck.

"Good girl." Her friend said, and she could feel a smile full of teeth pressed against her collarbone. "My good girl."

Remy would joke around a lot, usually. Playfully squeeze and pinch and pull out something she could use as a whip to strike at Avery. It was just playing rough, or so she used to say whenever Avery complained, but now it was different, wasn't it? That gentle touch as her fingers ghost the skin underneath the nightgown, fondling her chest lightly.

"Mm. Even someone like you has good attributes..." Remy laughed against her skin again, teasing a nipple before giving her a firmer squeeze.

She wanted to snap back with a much deserved snarky reply, but it was hard to speak, to move, to think. She might as well have been sleeping already, if it wasn't for the warmth flooding her as Remy pressed against her body, hand lowering until it found itself between her legs. Over the fabric of her panties, she teased, pressed, drew little circles, big circles, went up and down and sighed against her now bordering on feverish skin. Good girl. She was such a good girl when she couldn't react at all.

She thinks she came, or something close to it when Remy pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth. She loves the attention, or that's what Remy's voice tells her when it mixes with the voice in her head, or maybe it is the voice in her head, maybe it has been all along.

Satisfied as she watches Avery blink back a few tears, dampening her pillowcase but not nearly as much as she had drenched her panties, Remy turns away and seems to immediately fall asleep, suddenly bored with her. Of her. There's nothing else to do but follow her, like it always is.