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toto wolff

tags: smut/pwp, age gap (20s/50s), power dynamic, poorly translated german, lap sex/cowgirl position, oral sex (toto receives), couch sex, unprotected sex

a/n: *makes vague gestures* i wrote this in a back corner of a train heading to see my beloved <3

nothing felt better than a sunday night with no racing. at least that was what you told yourself. the season seemed to stretch on and ended in heartbreak as this was the final races with lewis. while the wound of departure still stung. you were happy for toto to be home.

the place you shared in monaco with your beloved partner. he wasn't your husband yet, and he was far too old to be your boyfriend. so, you were partners. it made you seem like you were crime fighters. but you were certain most crime fighting duos weren't doing this on a sunday night.

"that's it, geliebten. take me as good as you do." his voice tinged with a certain want that made you toes curl as your nose dug into his pelvic area in an attempt to deep-throat him.

you were toto's beloved, underneath all the pet names and heavy touches, you were the center of toto's universe. it was to such a degree that he couldn't have you on the track too often. it was fine at monaco or austria. that made sense, but if you lingered on the track for too long toto couldn't focus. but that meant the was pent up by the end of the season.

and when toto came home, he wanted to make up for lost time. and that usually started with re-training your throat. between his legs, your mouth around his cock as you pleasured him. eyes fluttered shut as you took him as deep as you could. you could feel the pleasure thump in the back of your head as your spit clung to your chin.

toto held your hair in his hand and his other hand on his thigh as he leaned back into the couch. he admired how you look as the pleasure coursed through his body. the feeling was something else, he could feel the thump of his heart in his ears as your nose rubbed up against his trimmed pubic hair. he was impressed with himself after all the time he could still keep up with a young thing like you. he said in that low voice of his, his accent heavier with lust, "was für eine wunderschöne prinzessin." the words burned in your brain and soaked your core as you continued to orally pleasure him.

you'd get yours soon enough, toto wasn't the type of man was satisfied with one round. a man like him only reached the heights he did because of an insatiable greed.

you continued to orally pleasure him and the pleasure grew with a fire in his gut. he shifted a little on the couch and held onto your head a little tighter. his grip could be so hard it could bruise, but he'd never hurt you like that (unless you begged very nicely).

"a beauty." he said lowly, "i missed you every weekend. the photos and videos don't do your beauty justice, prinzessin. i did like the one with you on our bed, you in my shirts and trying so hard to get yourself off... but it's impossible without me, right?" he heard you moan in response at his question.

he guided your head a little faster and he could feel you choke a little bit at the feeling of his cock intruding further down your throat and it made something race through him. double header after triple header, race after race, he yearned for the softness of his lover. he wished you didn't blind his focus so much or else you'd be in his lap during the race. but it would be hard to direct the likes of russell or lewis with a hard-on.

your throat tightened around his cock as he gave the back of your throat a few more thrusts before he came inside of your mouth. he groaned under his breath was he let go of your head and relaxed against the couch. the white leather was a place of such debauchery when the older man got his hands on you.

you swallowed dutifully and took your mouth off of his still hard cock. you looked up at him with a needy look in your eyes. you needed your pleasure met too. it was hard to give head and not get so sexually wound up. and toto was more than happy to give his princess everything she so desired.

he stroked his hard cock lazily, it slick with your spit. heat in his cheeks and his dark eyes took in the sight of you before he said, "if you want it, geliebten. you're going to have to work for it. i work hard to give you everything you want, but this, you're going to have to actually work for." then smiled like a mad-man when you scrambled up on shaky legs and got into his lap. your wet cunt took him beautifully.

he tensed up for a moment and swallowed from the feeling on his already overstimulated cock. he placed both of his large hands on your hips and guided your down. his cock nudged against what felt like your womb and toto loved the feeling. your warm walls made him feel the sharp feeling of pleasure in his body. and then when you started to move up and down his cock.

"oh, geliebten." he purred, "i see you haven't forgotten the lessons i've taught you. how to please a man." you barley had given a blow-job by the time you met. toto spent a summer break making sure you understood how to drive a man wild.

"how could i forget, toto." your hands were across his clothed chest. he was still mostly clothed while you were naked. save for the anklet on your left leg with toto's name on it. you giggled, heat risen in your cheeks, "i think you fucked all my university knowledge to make room for what you taught me."

he chuckled lowly as his hands roamed your hips and a little more north, his eyes trained on the jiggle of your breasts, "well, a lover can be a good teacher. especially when the student is so eager to please." his voice was like honey in your brain and it made you only more needy for him. he kissed at your breasts and held the fat flesh in his hands and dragged his teeth and tongue across it.

you continued to move against him. you felt the excitement run through you. his sole attention on you made your body heated. there was a fire in your core that yearned for him. you wanted him, you needed him. you were his world and he expected nothing but loyalty.

"please, toto. fuck, it feels good. it left impossible to cum when i was home alone. nothing beats you." and then yelped when toto slapped you on the ass which only made you tighten around him.

"i know, prinzessin. i think i may have broken your brain with sex... my apologies. but, don't worry, i won't even make you go without." he chuckled lowly as he continued to meet your pace. he watched your body move with each heavy thrust and he felt the excitement in his bones. weeks apart, the rush of the race. despite it all, toto thought of you. he loved you. he adored you in ways that he could never put into proper words. how could he? if one met an angel, they couldn't simply put the experience into words. it was the same with you.

his voice was heavy as the words tumbled out, there was a slight ache in his hip from your movements and the position. but that could be dealt with after, you cunt was soaked for him. he even slipped out a few times, but with a little help you managed to sink yourself back down onto him. he let out a groan and you arched your back a little.

"you feel so good, geliebten." he said with a heated lust in his tone as he gripped onto you a little tighter. you felt good, your cunt was perfect around him. the fire only grew in his core as you continued to fuck him feverishly.

there was a pain in your hips as you rode him, but it was overwhelmed by the feeling of pleasure in your body which kept you moving against him. the thump of your heart could be felt in the back of your mind with a heat in your cheeks. you loved him, you loved him so deeply. you missed him, the weeks apart made it hard for you to deny yourself him. to let yourself fuck him with wild abandon. it was hot. you knew you wouldn't last much longer, not while you were riding him so well that it short circuited your brain.

your pants were heavy, your tone low as you said to him, "toto, please, honey. i'm close." the thump in your soul was a raging fire as you continued to move your hips against him. you felt the fire through your blood as you kept your pace. you fucked him through your climax, you tensed around him which only made him more turned on.

"cum for me, angel." he said lowly, "cum like you've been meaning to." then kissed at your jaw as you gave it a few more heavy thrusts before he finished inside of you. he tensed up as he held you close and let you work his body through his climax.

eventually you slowed to a stop and you slumped against him. you wrapped your arms and held onto the soft material of his t-shirt. you knew he could keep going, but you were spent. surprising that even at his age he could happily keep going like a real stallion. you held onto him and kissed him until your lips were raw. it felt amazing, good in a way that made you excited all over. it was heated, a sense of euphoria rushed through you.

"got your fill, geliebten?" he asked softly, "i see that you missed me."

"i always miss you, honey." you exhaled deeply, "missing you is like missing a part of my soul. i always need it."

he kissed the side of your head as he held you. maybe next season you could visit a little more. it would be good for the team, bring up the morale. toto just had to think of a way to keep himself from getting distracted, but he had an entire off season to come up with a plan <3

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STILL IN LOVE! #5 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

It’s been an entire month since your argument with Toji. Neither of you had said a word to each other, not even when he comes to pick up or drop off the kids. He keeps his distance, not bothering to wait by the door with them, instead he waits on the sidewalk and waved goodbye to them when you open the door. It seems like the kids haven’t took notice of the hostility between you and your ex husband and you wanted to keep it that way. You didn’t want them to witness anymore than they already have. Occasionally, Naya asks if she can go over Toji’s more often, growing an attachment to her father, but you always have to explain to her that he’s busy working during the week. It breaks your heart knowing that your children aren’t growing up with a fully family. You know deep down, they question why they have to go back and forth between houses just to see their father, or wondering why their mommy and daddy aren’t together like the other kids. But knowing how young they are, they wouldn’t understand a single thing. Hopefully when they’re older, they’ll learn from the mistakes you and Toji have made.

You and Nanami have been going strong recently, finding that he makes you forget about the hardships in your life. He hasn’t met the kids yet, which you don’t plan on letting happen anytime soon. He’s a nice guy, great intentions, but you want to take things slow before overstepping your own boundaries. He has took you out on two more dates ever since the first one, and each time he impresses you more and more. It feels like you can be open with him, comfortable without getting judged. He’s also a great listener, not saying a word and just letting you vent all of your feelings out until you feel better. He puts a smile on your face when he knows you’re feeling down or thinking about something that stresses you out. And most of all, he doesn’t mention what happened that morning when Toji showed up at your house. You know he heard most of everything and it was embarrassing to say the least. Toji embarrassed you.

“Mommy, can I go see daddy?” You daughter tapped your leg as you were cutting up her and megumi some fruit to snack on.

You looked down at her with a soft smile. “Tomorrow, baby. You’re gonna see him tomorrow.” You popped a raspberry in her mouth, her favorite fruit.

“Dad’s been drinking a lot.” Megumi walked into the kitchen, stealing a piece of pineapple off of the cutting board.

“What do you mean?” You immediately question, placing the knife down.

“Beer. He gets uncle Gojo to buy it for him and drinks a whole bunch,” he explained. Your lips pursed together, inhaling deeply before you let out a frustrated sigh. You shook your head in disappointment, trying not to show the anger flowing through you right now.

“So can we go see him? I’m worried!” You daughter batted her eyelashes at you, a small frown on her face. No wonder she’s been asking to see Toji so much, it all makes sense now.

“How about you guys call him to say goodnight, mommy isn’t driving right now. Plus, it’s late.” You picked up the knife, cutting more pineapple into smaller chunks.

“Please! Please! Please, mommy!” You daughter grabbed onto the hem of your shirt, nearly ripping it off of you with the way she was begging.

“Naya, cut it out! Mom said no!” Megumi slightly raised his voice, an annoyed look on his face.

“I wasn’t asking you, dummy!” Her brows furrowed in anger, her gaze now on her brothers.

“Shut up, idiot!” Megumi shouted back.

“Aye! Cut the shit!” You warned, sharing looks between both of them. Naya huffed, stomping her little feet over to the living room. “I don’t need you guys calling each other names, alright? Naya, I said no, and that means no. And Megs, stop being mean.”

“She called me it first!” He exclaimed.

“I don’t care who did it first! I don’t need y’all fighting. Naya, come here!” You shouted from the kitchen. “Eh, stay here.” You pointed at Megumi when he tried to walk away. He let out an annoyed sigh leaning against the counter. “Naya!” She turned the corner with a frown on her face, eyes watery as she looked up at you. “Baby, what’s wrong?” As soon as you asked her that question she burst into tears. Before you could even place the knife down, Megumi picked her up and held her in his arms while she cried.

“Ny-ny, what’s wrong? I’m sorry I called you an idiot, okay? I was mad, but I shouldn’t have said that,” he said softly, rubbing her back as she cried on his shoulder. The little girl hiccuped softly, wrapping her arms around her brothers neck tightly. “Do you wanna tell mommy what’s wrong?” He asked, looking at her. He brought his hand up to her face, wiping the tears.

“Da…daddy!” She sobbed, trying to catch her breath. “I wanna see…daddy!” Tears streamed down her chubby cheeks as she laid her head back on her brothers shoulder. Megumi turned to look at you, and you could see that he was also worried about his father, even if he wasn’t as vocal as it. “Mommy!” She cried.

You reached your hands out, picking her up from Megumi and holding her to your chest. “You really wanna see daddy?” You asked, wiping off her tears with your shirt. She nodded, still whimpering and sniffling. She rubbed her puffy eyes, little fists holding onto the fabric of your shirt. “Okay, we’ll go see daddy then. Megs, put your shoes on.”

You held Naya’s hand as you walked up the steps with them. She had a little smile on her face, excited to all hell to see her father. Megumi rang the doorbell, waiting patiently with you in the cold. “You excited, huh?” You chuckled, looking down at your daughter.

“Who is it?” Toji’s deep voice spoke from the other side of the door.

“Dad, it’s us!” Megumi answered. You were a little nervous to see him, knowing that this was going to be an unexpected surprise, but you had a very valid reason for showing up here. Toji unlocked the door, confusion written all over his face when he seen you and his two kids standing outside in the cold. He barely had time to register the situation before Naya ran over to him and hugged him.

“Daddy!” She yelled followed by a giggle.

“Hey, peanut!” He picked her up like she weighed nothing, sitting her on his hip and giving her a kiss on the cheek. “What’re doing here so early, huh?” He asked with a smile.

“She’s been asking about you all day…all week actually,” you spoke. “She started crying cause she missed you so much, so I brought her over here,” you explained.

Naya fiddled with her dads lip scar, as Toji stood there and stared at you for a few minutes. It’s like he almost forgot how you sounded, it’s been so long. “Well, uh, would you like to come in or are you just dropping them off?” He asked, clearing his throat.

“Yeah, I’ll come in.” The only reason you accepted was because you wanted to speak to him about his drinking problem that Megumi suddenly brought up.

“Hi, buddy.” Toji ruffled Megumi’s hair, giving him a kiss on top of his head. He closed the door behind you, your eyes immediately taking notice of the four beer cans that sat on his coffee table. A rush of disappointment came washing over you as you continued to stare at them. “Don’t mind the mess,” he awkwardly chuckled, quickly trying to clean up as he sat Naya down on the couch.

You stuffed your hands in your coat pocket, standing in the middle of the living room as he grabbed the cans and quickly took them into the kitchen. “I told you,” Megumi whispered. Toji walked back into the living room, looking at you.

“So, uh, she was crying you said?” He asked.

“Yeah,” you nodded, “she…she was like full on sobbing for you. Scared me shitless at first if I’m being honest.”

“Ny-ny, you can’t be scaring mommy like that.” Toji walked over, pinching her cheeks until she giggled. You watched the scene in front of you, seeing the smile on your daughter’s face when she was with Toji made your heart swell. “If you want, I can take them early, and come pick up their stuff tomorrow. You look…tired.”

You shrugged. “Just a little. It’s been a long week.” Toji nodded in agreement, standing back up right as all you stood there in silence while the two kids watched whatever was on the tv. “Toji, can I speak with you?”

“Yeah, yeah, what’s up?” He asked.

“In private.” You stared at him.

“Um, yeah. Megs, Ny, stay here, okay? Watch whatever you wanna watch.” He smiled at them.

“Megs, can we watch The Incredibles again?” Naya clung to her brothers arm as he grabbed the remote.

You followed Toji down the hallway to his bedroom. “How have you been?” You asked, shutting the door behind you.

“Me? I’ve been fine. How are you?” He asked, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were locked onto him as you stood there by the door. Toji had a confused expression on his face. “Something wrong?”

“How have you been, Toji?” This time you asked with more sternly, clenching your jaw.

“I don’t get…I don’t get it.” He looked around the room as if he was being pranked, awkwardly rubbing his hands on his thighs.

“Megs told me about your drinking problem. You got Gojo going out and buying beer for you all the time? Getting drunk when the kids are here?! I can smell it on your breath!” You yelled in a whisper, folding your arms across your chest.

“I only drink enough to get tipsy, okay? I wouldn’t get drunk around the kids, y/n,” he sighed, holding his head in his hands.

You scoff, “like that makes it any better. Naya keeps asking about you because she’s worried, crying her eyes out because of it, because she misses you. Megumi doesn’t say a word about how he feels, but I can tell he’s scared, Toji. You had four beers on the fucking coffee table when I walked in!” You exclaimed, eyebrows raised.

“I know,” he sighed. “I’m sorry. I just…I’m dealing with shit, y/n.” He rested his elbows on his knees, looking down at the floor.

“We are all dealing with shit, Toji, but you gotta be there for our kids! I’m not here to argue with you, okay? I just want to know what is going on. The kids want to know what’s going on.” You looked at him with concern as he avoided your gaze completely, head still hung low.

“I can’t say it.” Toji looked up, finally locking eyes with you.

“Why?” You asked.

“Because it won’t matter, y/n. I’ve made mistakes, and I’m dealing with them. That’s all there is to it.” He bit the inside of his cheek, closing his eyes.

Your expression softened. There was no need for Toji to explain what he was talking about because you already knew. He was talking about you guys, your relationship, your marriage, your family. “It wasn’t just you, Toji,” you spoke softly. “It was me too. We grew apart. It happens.”

He shook his head. “You were only acting that way because of how I was treating you. It’s not your fault so don’t say it was, please. I’m the one who fucked it up. Back then I fucked it up, and now I’m fucking it up. Every time I got something good going on I find a way to ruin it.”

“Toji…” Your voice was barely above a whisper.

He stood up from his spot on the bed and walked towards you, his muscular and tall frame trapping you against the door. “I’m sorry. I miss you, I miss what we had, mama. You gotta understand me.” He cupped your face in his hands.

“No, no, don’t do that.” You shook your head, removing his hands from you.

“Do what, mama?” He asked softly.

“That, Toji.” You kept shaking your head at him. “I can’t. We can’t.”

“Why not? Hm?” He tried to catch your eye.

“I’m with someone else,” you bluntly said. Your heart was beating loudly in your chest, almost deafening in your ears as you stood there against the door. There was nothing but silence from Toji. He took a step back from you.

“Is it him?” Toji asked. All you did was nod. He scoffed. “So y’all are really together?”

“Yeah, we are,” you answered. “He treats me good, makes me happy.”

“So you don’t love me anymore?” Toji questioned.

“I didn’t say that!” You looked at him in disbelief.

“That’s not what you said the last time we spoke to each other. What you said fucking hurt me. You hate me. You wish you never married me. Remember that?” Toji cocked his head to the side.

“I was upset, Toji.” You rolled your eyes.

“You just don’t say shit like that, y/n. Never once in our entire relationship together have I said some shit like that to you.” He stood there, waiting for you to say something, but you didn’t.

“Well, I don’t know what you want me to say! I came here because Naya was worried about you and Megumi told me about your drinking problem. That’s all I came to talk about! I didn’t come to talk about what we had going on, okay? So just fucking drop it. I’m happier, I’m better. I’m getting treated the way I deserve to be treated for the first time in my life." You snapped.

“For the first time in your life? Are you hearing how you sound right now? I know I wasnt perfect, but I did everything I could to make you happy. Yes, there were some things I could’ve done better, but I loved you like you were supposed to be loved. Why else would I marry you?” Toji walked towards you again.

“Then you should’ve showed that love. Just know I’ll be better without you.” You opened the bedroom door, walking down the hallway.

“Y/n!” Toji shouted. He followed after you as you ignored him. “Y/n!” He shouted again.

“Stop following me, Toji! I’m leaving!” You screamed.

Megumi and Naya looked over at both of you, seeing you two yelling. “I’m not done talking to you!” Toji grabbed your wrist, pulling you back.

“Well, I am!” You snatched your arm back from him.

“Stop it!” Megumi yelled, covering his little sisters ears.

You and Toji looked over at the kids sitting on the couch, Naya’s eyes watery, lip wobbly as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Megumi shared looks between both of you, concern and fear written on his face. “Come on, let’s go back home. You’ll see daddy tomorrow.”

“I wanna stay!” Naya pouted.

“Naya, please, get in the car.” You sighed in frustration, grabbing her hand.

“No! No!” She started screaming, dropping to the floor and kicking around, throwing a tantrum.

“Get up, Naya! I’m not gonna ask you again!” You lifted her off of the floor, grabbing her hand again. She pulled away from you, running over to Toji, hugging his legs.

“Fine. Fine. Stay with your father. I’ll see both of you in a few days. I love you.” You grabbed your keys from your coat pocket, walking to the front door, slamming it shut behind you.

“Come here, baby girl.” Toji picked his daughter up.

“You two always fight! I hate it!” Megumi stormed out of the living room and into his bedroom, slamming the door behind him, making Naya jump. Toji stood there in the living room with his daughter, a lump forming in his throat. He let out a choked sob, immediately hiding his face from his daughter.

“Daddy, don’t cry.” She wiped his tears away.

“I’m sorry, baby girl.” He sniffled. Your family was falling apart right in front of Toji’s eyes. Megumi is looking for a way out of this family at such a young age, indulging in video games and tv to drown out the real problems. Naya conflicted with her feelings, crying constantly because of the state both of you were in, affecting her. Nothing is like it was before. Toji hated this was happening. This is was last thing he ever wanted.

You sat in your car outside of his house, wiping your tears from how overwhelmed you were. You were at a loss on how to fix this. Each time you tried, it ended the same. You were fearful it was going to keep getting worse, worse until there was no way to reverse the damage done.

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ultraviolence.

(politician!coriolanus x innocent!f!reader)

summary: he may keep hurting you, but something keeps you from leaving .

tw: coryo is NOT a good person at all here. no delusion about it. was listening to lana and couldn’t help but write this. cw: 18+! name calling, slapping, fingering, semi-public sex, creampie, pet names (love, dove, darling, etc.), fingering, breeding kink, manipulation, threats. lmk if i missed something!

You didn’t think you were doing anything wrong, not truly. Just a little teasing never hurt your man, right? Sure, it was a very publicized gala, but Coryo was your man. It’s what wives do for husbands.

It started out like most nights. You got ready for a public outing, doing your hair and makeup to the nines, dressing to impress your husband. You couldn’t find yourself giving a damn about what Panem had to say about how you looked, only your husband. You even put on the dress he requested, sans the panties he had asked you to wear. It would be a nice surprise, right?

“Darling,” Coryo starts, rubbing his hand slowly up under the edge of your dress as you sat on his lap, smiling politely to all the guests around you. You looked so overwhelmed, and he would do the good husbandly thing, help you take the edge off.

“Yes, Coryo?” You gently responded, body already responding to his ministrations, and you couldn’t wait for him to find out the secret you had planned for him. He drew in a short breath as he reached further, expecting the barrier of your panties, instead, finding nothing blocking him from your wet cunt.

“What’s this, my little dove?” He asks you, more gently than you had assumed he would. You had intended to rile him up, get him to act a little rough with you. He had been having a long, difficult week, and you had wanted him to take his frustrations out on you. It was what a good wife did for her husband.

“Your surprise, my love.” You told him, wriggling a bit in his lap at the feeling of his long fingertips brushing up against your core.

“You know I don’t prefer it when you leave our home without panties on, my love.” He harshly gripped your thigh, seizing his movement near where you wanted it most.

“I know, but I wanted to upset you. I want you to take your anger out on me. I know my darling husband has had an awful week, and I wanted to be your outlet.” You told him, smirking when he looked flustered at your words.

“Oh, so you wanted to be a little whore.” He released his harsh grip on your thigh, instead choosing to grasp your small arm with his large hand. So large in fact, that his hand fit all the way around your arm.

He left no room for argument, forcing you to stand up, then he followed suit, practically dragging you to a private bathroom. Locking the door, his eyes met yours for the first time since discovering your secret.

He stalked up to you, towering over your small frame. He was nearly a foot taller than you, and you knew he could do just about anything to you, and you would have no power to stop it. But why would you? You’re his lovely little wife, sometimes he needs to punish you to keep you in line.

He reached his hand up, and slapped you. You recoiled at first, the pain of the blow almost too much for you to handle. But you deserved it. You upset your husband, and he was just keeping you in line. You almost wanted to moan, the pain you received from your husband was almost equal to the pleasure you received from him. He made sure of that early on in the relationship.

“I’m sorry, Coryo.” You apologized, reaching up to where he had slapped, feeling the heat of the impact.

“It’s alright, my dove. I just expected more from you, you know.” That was what you hated most about his punishing, knowing that he had excepted better of you, and you had failed to meet his expectations.

You said nothing, waiting for him to make the next move. You didn’t want to disappoint him further, because you know if you did, you would begin to cry. All you wanted was to please him, and earn his approval.

He harshly spun you around, unbuttoning the dress he had chosen for the evening, the buttons reaching all the way down to the top of your ass, which is how he preferred the dresses be styled.

“I know you were just trying to be so, so good for me, my love.” He said, petting your hair lightly, before yanking to dress off, down your legs, before throwing it away somewhere you couldn’t see.

“This won’t fully be a punishment, as I know my good girl is in there. I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.” He said with a sigh, unbuttoning his slacks, pulling them down with his boxers just enough that his cock sprung out, already painfully hard for you.

You had thought he was going to start fucking you right away, but you had been wrong. He gently slipped his fingers in between your legs, circling your clit with a few harsh movements. You let out a breathy, high pitched moan in delight, not expecting him to give you any pleasure whatsoever. After all, you hadn’t respected his wishes.

“My dove, moaning so beautifully for me. I’m so very lucky that you haven’t left me. I know you’ve written your parents, wondering about leaving, and going home. I’m so glad you haven’t, otherwise I would have to find you, and punish you worse than I ever have.” He surprise you with his statement. You didn’t know he knew about the letters you had written, as you had asked one of the avoxes to discreetly send them. You should’ve known better, not to trust the avoxes when it came to Coriolanus.

You just moaned in response, writhing around in a pitiful attempt in gaining more friction. Coriolanus tsk’d you, grasping your thigh with his free hand. “No, my love. You only get what I give you. You belong to me.”

You gasped at his comment, stilling immediately. You wanted nothing more to please him tonight, and if he told you that he didn’t want you to move, you wouldn’t move a muscle.

“Good girl.” He harshly whispered into your head, slipping two of his fingers into your tight heat. “I’m prepping you for my cock, little one. I know you wouldn’t be ready for it yet, as much as I want you to.”

He roughly thrusted his fingers directly into that spongy spot inside of you, the spot only he could reach. You had tried yourself, never being able to reach it. You almost felt ill, knowing that only he could provide you the pleasure you so desperately needed.

Your moans grew louder, and more needier, the more he thrusted his long fingers into your g-spot. “Please, Coryo. I’m sorry. I love you. I’ll never betray you again. I’ll never leave you, I love you. I’ll listen to you. Please, let me come.” You begged, waiting for his permission. You never allowed yourself to let go without his permission, otherwise he wouldn’t touch you for a week. You learned this early in the relationship, when you had come on his fingers without him allowing you, and then had scheduled two business trips to the districts back to back, not allowing you to see him for nearly a month.

“Please, please, please!” Your begging was almost a high pitched screech, as he plowed his fingers into you at a rapid pace.

“You may let go, little one.” He told you, almost sounding upset with how quickly you needed to come. He usually liked to edge you, make you wait until you damn near squirted into his palm, but today, he just wanted to fuck you.

You let go instantly, coming so hard you had begun to see stars in your vision, slumping back against his strong chest. “Good girl, waiting for my permission.” Coriolanus said, pressing a firm kiss against the top of your head. You blushed, loving when he gave you small bits of affection like that post orgasm.

He gave you a moment, letting your breathing return to normal, before slotting his cock between your legs, and inside of you. You let out a small moan in surprise, quickly standing back up to your full height as he maneuvered you to lean against the sink, hands gripping the marble.

“My girl.” He said matter of factly, thrusting roughly into you, hips bouncing off of your ass. He reached his hand around to grip your throat as he thrusted, squeezing just enough that your airflow had just begun to become restricted. He knew you liked this, whether you admitted it, or not.

He wasn’t much of a talker during sex, only grunts about you being his, and animalistic groans as you squeezed your tight cunt around his thick cock. You were much more vocal, letting out high pitched moans and noises of pleasure, encouraging him to go harder and faster.

“Fuck, yes! Harder, my love. I know you want to.” You moaned out, purposefully squeezing yourself tighter around him, knowing it drove him crazy. “Only you can make me feel like this. Only my Coryo can do this to me.”

He groaned at your words, doubling down on his thrusts, gripping your throat harder, almost choking you. “Yes, little dove. Only I can do this to you, that’s right.” He responded. You could feel him quickly reaching his peak, so you tightened more. You wanted his come, leaking out of you, staining your skin. He had been begging you for an heir, and you thought about letting him. Even though you knew if you allowed him to get you pregnant, you would never be able to leave. The thought scared you, but your love for him overpowered any doubts.

“Fuck a baby into me, Coryo.” You told him, testing the waters, trying to see what his reaction would be. You had never told him that before.

“Fuck!” He responded, thrusting harder and more rapidly than you had thought possible. “I will put my heir in you. Mine. My girl, big and round with my baby. My baby.” He grunted, before spurting deep inside your womb. At the feeling of his spend inside of you, you came too, moaning.

He pulled out, grinning at you as he tucked himself back into his slacks. He scooped his come back into your cunt with his fingers, making sure that it was deep inside of you. He truly wanted that heir, and he would use any means of getting that heir from you.

“You’re my good little dove, you know that.” He started, petting your head gently as you still were coming down from your orgasm. He found your dress, carefully putting your legs into it, one at a time, and gently pulling it back on.

“But if you disrespect me again, I won’t be as nice as I was tonight.”

©keeplcving 2024

[yuri-is-online]

I'm sorry for flooding your inbox with Silver but I read through his voice lines to get my thoughts more in character and I came across this guest room line

So now I'm just imagining Yuu and Silver building furniture for Yuus guest room back when it was first discovered and it's like practice for their future home

It's probably just my love of carpentry talking but I think that would be a fun and domestic way to pass an afternoon or six, just building chairs and tables, picking out curtains and trying to figure out where THE FUCK you both put the 40 grit sandpaper Istg that shit always goes missing when you need it-

Yuu is trying to pick out what color and style of couch the room should have and Silver is just trying to go along with whatever they say cause bro doesn't really know shit about interior design he just knows that he really really likes how things are coming along and it's making him feel really good for some reason

Just having a nice time, maybe Yuu has a little room or a designated part of their back yard where Silver (and Sebek cause you know he's tagging along at some point) can train and Yuu can ogle at him while they pretend they're doing something productive

Dawg I just love him so much I can't- ;-;

Ah you see confused, I am tired so while you read that line and were busy picturing a beautiful romance between carpenter husband silver and interior decorator yuu I saw it and was immediately photoshopping his head onto the Brawny papertowl man :

Anyway Silver isn't the sort who sees his talents as particularly special. He needed to do something so he did. If making a table makes Yuu happy then it's just something he needs to do and not at all impressive.

I think he subconsciously knows Yuu is watching him train and Sebek hates it. Silver is trying to show off but he doesn't have the decency to admit it, and Sebek knows better than to admit it for him but he's really stuck on how to help since Silver doesn't seem to be aware of what he's feeling. Maybe he should pull him aside and have a talk, knight to knight.

[tgmsunmontue]

You put a ring on a wild thing - 11/? WIP Hangster

Affectionately titled "Drunk Vegas" fic until I gave it the title above.

Explicit Hangster. Drinking, dubious decisions and complete disregard for actual facts.

ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE SIX SEVEN EIGHT NINE TEN

PART ELEVEN

                He pulls at his shirt and rubs at his neck. He hadn’t anticipated the beard burn that Bradley’s moustache might cause, or his stubble. He doesn’t mind, however he can’t help but feel a little worried about what his parents might think. There’s knowing and accepting your kid is gay, and then there’s seeing clear evidence that your kid is gay. He supposes he should be grateful that Bradley isn’t a biter.

                He also thinks he might be more nervous than Bradley, or simply thinks that maybe Bradley is better at hiding his nerves. Part of him is glad he never has to worry about meeting Bradley’s parents, can’t bear their judgement or disappointment. Especially considering he is a biter apparently and he’s making Bradley wear his button-up shirt all the way buttoned up to hide Jake’s tell-tale teeth marks. He’s a little mortified if he’s honest with himself, but Bradley had liked it a lot, and that had been all the incentive he’d needed to keep doing it.

                He knocks on the front door of his parents’ house, not something he’d usually do, but he’s trying to make a good impression. The best impression. Bradley at least is on board with that, having gone out and bought flowers and a small chocolate cake to contribute towards dessert. Jake is already imagining kissing him and tasting nothing but chocolate.

                Hannah answers the door and he is so grateful that it’s her, until he remembers that she in fact knows the full truth and is looking at Bradley like all her Christmases and birthdays have come at once; eyes alight with mischief.

                “Jake’s here with his hubby!”

                “Hannah!” Jake hisses, absolutely horrified, but she’s already shaking her head, voice dropping low.

                “Let me roll with it, if any of us slip up it gives us plausible deniability later…”

                Jake doesn’t have time to say anything because his mom is right there, and Hannah has always gotten away with so much growing up that she might have a point.

                “Hey sweetheart… come here and let me look at you…” his mom says and he dutifully lets his mom do her traditional post-deployment inspection, poking his stomach to see just how much weight he’s lost before giving him a tight hug. “You two finish your reunion?”

                “Uh… what?”

                “Javy did get home two days ago sweetpea…”

                Jake flushes, hates being called out on a lie, even a harmless one. Wonders how awful he’s going to feel if his mom ever finds out that the man he’s about to introduce is his husband rather than his boyfriend. Plus Javy is going to say he gets the title of favorite son now. Ugh.

                “Sorry Mrs Seresin, my fault. I wanted to, uh, monopolize Jake’s time for a day or two before meeting everyone else.”

                Hannah snorts at that and Jake shoots her a look, because he’s going to make her explain her whole idea of plausible deniability, because he’s also just realized that he and Bradley haven’t come up with any sort of cover story for how or when they met. Fuck. He’s terrible at this.

                “Oh, you’re fine dear. It’s nice to finally meet you…”

                Then his mom is hugging Bradley, and he can tell Bradley is a little taken aback by the familiarity, can’t hug back with both his hands holding things, and then his mom is taking them and telling Bradley he’s a sweet boy, which is making Bradley blush and Jake files that away for ammunition later. He should have maybe warned him that he’d married into a family of huggers. Of course she’s directing Bradley through to the living room, offering him a drink and Bradley is handling it all fine but Jake follows after him closely.

                “Ah. If it isn’t the younger, dumber and uglier version of me…”

                “Ugh. What are you even doing here…” Jake asks, shoving at Tyler, who has stood up from his seat on the sofa.

                “Oh man, I would not miss this for the world. Hey Bradley. Nice to meet you in the flesh…”

                “Tyler. Hi… nice to meet you too,” Bradley says, and Jake can tell he’s looking between the two of them and cataloguing the differences. He’ll make a point later to add to it, not that he thinks Bradley will have any issues, but he also wouldn’t put it past Tyler to try and prank him.

                “Mom, sit down, I’ll grab the drinks… Jake can help me,” Tyler says and Jake opens his mouth to protest. Doesn’t want to leave Bradley to his family of vultures when he’s the fresh meat.

                “Go. I’ll be fine…”

                “Hear that. He’ll be fine…” Tyler says, and Jake shoves him again, because that’s simply part of their communication. They get through to the kitchen and their dad is there cooking, turns to them with a raised eyebrow and Jake realizes he’s going to have to introduce Bradley to him as well. However Bradley already has his mom charmed, and Tyler and Hannah… that’s already over half.

                “Your young man with you?” his dad asks and Jake nods.

                “Yeah. He’s just in the living room talking to mom and Hannah…”

                “He seems like a real nice guy,” Tyler offers to his dad, despite the fact he’s only just met Bradley in person. “I know it was a complete shot in the dark, but you did good.”

                Jake thinks he might have a heart attack the way Hannah and Tyler are both carrying on, talking about Bradley like everyone knows they’re married. He doesn’t know if he can survive an entire evening of this.

                “You know I’ve got perfect aim.”

                “I know you think you have perfect aim,” Tyler shoots back, but he’s grinning and Jake reaches for him, pulls him into a bone crushing hug.

                “Damn it’s good to see you…”

                “Good to see you too bro…”

                “How about you take Bradley his drink, I’ll be through once I’m done basting the brisket.”

                They get back to the living room in time for him to hear Hannah calling Bradley his hubby again, but then she’s explaining the joke of how Bradley entered his phone number in Jake’s phone, with the capital Bs and how it’s a little joke now, and Bradley is grinning, playing along like that’s exactly the reason why he put in HuBBy, but then he’s looking at Jake and;

                “Well, I’m very serious about him. Now that we can openly have a relationship I have no problem with people thinking I’m lucky enough to call him mine…”

                “Oh well now, isn’t that just the sweetest…” his mom says, and Jake agrees completely, although his mood is somewhat ruin by Hannah pretending to vomit in the background and he gives her the finger as surreptitiously as he can, years of practice under his belt. Tyler is busy laughing and Jake reaches to swat him in the stomach.

                “You know, people told me that my children fighting was just a phase…”

                “Decades long phase mom. Sorry…”

                Bradley seems amused, and then Caroline is there with Nate and Brody and he knows better than to swoop in and grab his nephew. He’s almost two years old now and probably doesn’t even remember who Jake is, then again, he’s probably seen Tyler so that might count in his favor. He introduces Bradley to Caroline and Nate, and they go through the effort of introducing Brody to him. Then Caroline is giving him an incredibly unsubtle double thumbs up followed by a chef’s kiss and Jake has to stop himself from face palming. His family is mortifying.

                Fortunately Bradley seems to slot right in, amused more than anything else by their antics. As Jake watches it feels increasingly easy; like Bradley has always been a part of his family and he hopes he always will be. They get through dinner, and his mom presses him into washing up, telling his dad to sit down and get to know Bradley, who Brody has warmed to and seems fascinated with his moustache, or at least intent on trying to pull it off Bradley’s face. Tyler, Hannah and Caroline all make faces at him and he knows his mom wants to talk, that doing it over dishes means she wants a captive audience. His dad’s brisket might be good but it does come with the cost of having to use a lot of elbow grease on the pan, and Bradley’s offers of help have been very quickly dismissed.

                “Bradley seems like a nice young man…”

                “Mom…”

                “Let me talk. He’s really sweet on you,” his mom says.

                “Well. I’m really sweet on him too,” Jake replies, flushing with embarrassment. He’s never talked about stuff like this before. For all that his family is open, loving and supportive he’d not ever brought anyone home before for obvious reasons. “I’m going to spend the rest of my life with him…”

                “Oh.” There’s a few moments of silence and Jake wonders if it’s too much. “Well, you always did know what you wanted. Weren’t ever afraid of going after it.”

                “Do you like him?” Jake asks, and he’s fairly certain she does, but he’s still a little terrified of the answer. He needs his family to like Bradley, and for Bradley to like his family.

                “Oh honey… I haven’t really had a chance to get to know him. But I like the way he looks at you, with love in his eyes. Even when he thinks no one is watching. And the way he is with Brody is very sweet. He’s nice and seems lovely. Plus you seem very happy. Happiest I’ve seen you in a long time.”

                “I wasn’t unhappy mom…”

                “Oh honey I know, it’s just… you reflect each other’s happiness back and forth and it’s a joy to see. That you’ve found that already. It… it was a surprise. And don’t pretend like you didn’t plan to drop that little tidbit of information when I couldn’t really process it…”

                “Yeah, I… sorry. I was kind of scared of how you’d react…”

                “Oh Jake. Honey. We love you. We’ll always love you. Remember that.”

                “Yeah mom, of course.”

    ��           Fortunately, that seems to be the end of it, although she continues talking, filling him in with details about their extended family going-ons, marriages and divorces, babies and affairs and he wonders if his mom has shared his own status of no-longer-single-and-apparently-gay in the family grapevine. It’ll make the annual family 4th July barbecue awkward as hell if she hasn’t. He finishes up the last dish and his mom pours herself another glass of wine, gesturing for him to head back to the others.

                He can hear laughter, Bradley’s laughter, and when Jake enters the room he stops because the sight before him is Bradley on the ground with Brody crawling all over him like he’s an obstacle course, while still trying to pull at his moustache and his shirt. Bradley’s undone the top couple of buttons and Jake can see his clavical, he can also see –

                “Wow… Jake’s a biter huh?” Hannah says and Jake closes his eyes. Who needs enemies when you have sisters. His parents are definitely pretending not to have heard, although he can tell they’re both fighting the urge to smile if the way they’re pressing their lips together is any indication.

                “For the record we already knew that. He bit me plenty when we were babies… he was always shoving things in his mouth.”

                “Slightly different context now though…”

                “Oh god… I didn’t need to think about that.”

                Jake looks to Bradley, wonders if he’s going to see wide panicked eyes begging him to get him out. Instead his gaze meets a pleased and amused one and he lets himself relax. This is all going to work out fine.

[redthemarten]

Working on that crown wolf/Lycaon x Hugo vlad stuff for you now (ngl I’ve been wanting an excuse to make stuff about them so I’m prolly doing several doodles and a oneshot fic) BUT IT MADE ME THINK ABOUT WHAT THE REST OF VICTORIA HOUSEKEEPING WOULD THINK OF HUGO. So here’s my take:

Ellen 100% judges tf out of him. She’s like “Lycaon you can do better”. She just shit talks to Hugo Vlad to his face. Meets him and is like “oh your my dads-I mean Lycaon’s weird twink ex husband-okay. I guess i expected more.” JUST SO DRY AND RUTEHLESS IN HER TAKE DOWNS OF HUGO.

I think Corin tries to be nice but gets very awkward very quickly. She ends up nervously not talking much and accidentally gives Hugo the impression he fucked up trying to introduce himself.

Rina idk tbh. I could see her being chill and nice or somewhat like annoyed with him. It kinda depends on the context for me they meet tbh.

But yeah I love Victoria housekeeping, they’re my favorite faction. Any thoughts on a potential “the others meet Hugo” scenario?

Ah-ha!! I am glad that I gave you the excuse, I'm looking forward to seeing what you come up with!

Love your take, honestly. Ellen would 100% do that. And I think Rina would just hate his guts from the get-go, ahahaha. She'd of course only tease him in the most passive-agressive way, while staying civil, but yeah. I don't know. Although I believe she might not know the details of Lycaon's past and his break up with Hugo (as Lycaon doesn't strike me as someone who would share a lot about himself), she would probably have a very strong gut feeling about how things went down and therefore consider Hugo an enemy of the state (at least until proven otherwise)

And with Corin… I think Corin would actually somewhat like him. She'd probably just think that he's an elegant and charming guy, if a little weird. And if Lycaon used to like him, he can't be such a bad guy, right? But yeah, as you said, it is very likely that she would make things awkward with her anxiety

If I had to guess where they'd meet… I'd say some sort of official banquet or a gala. Where Victoria Housekeeping is working for one of their rich clients and Hugo is mingling while trying to spy on his potential new targets. And Lycaon just so happens to be elsewhere on another important mission.

I wouldn't be very surprised if Hugo was actually the one to approach Victoria Housekeeping first, out of curiosity what Lycaon's new coworkers are like...... then regret it, hahaha

[multi-fandom-lunatic]

Mkay fuckers time for solangelo HCs.

WILL SOLACE. PLAYS THE HARP. AND THE GUITAR BUT COME ON. HE SO PLAYS THE HARP.

nico tries to pick up a musical instrument to try it (coughcough IMPRESS WILL) but quits. spoiler: he's not good at it.

nico does not in fact live on just mcdonalds all day actually, but he eats fast food in general.

will does not like this and constantly lectures nico. nico does not care.

but will defo has his junk food moments. oh boy.

when will studied for med school, he was really stressed. REALLY STRESSED. because sure, your dad being the god of healing and all is great, but apollo is also the god of poetry and that's been.....well....terrible.

nico knows how stressed he is and does the small things to make him feel better. make him a sandwich (nico cannot cook). bring him coffee. a pair of pjs once.

will (before studying for med) would constantly urge nico to improve his mental health. now nico teases will because the roles are reversed.

when will gets into med school, nico takes will out to eat at his favourite mexican restaurant.

will solace is a swiftie. but he's selective about the songs he listens to. like?? this man is going to be YELLING to tolerate it and right where you left me and nico is all like 'what are you on about'

but ofc nico is such a lil nas x fan (canon??) and will teases him about it. neeks also tried jojo siwa but was cringing after watching karma.

so uh. marriage.

they wait till their late thirties to get married. and nico totally proposed.

see nico has been waiting to call will his husband forever and godammit, will was taking too long, so he got a fresh pressed suit, a nice ring, and a nice place to propose.

will is SHOCKED. he says yes ofc but he did NOT except nico to do it at the time he did.

hades and apollo were delighted. hades left thanatos incharge while he attended the wedding (ahem big mistake)

apollo was soo proud and constantly teased will for liking an emo dude and will is like dad. your ex is a fucking flower.

apollo dramatically sobs.

so apollo comes in this suuuper hot god form to the wedding hoping to find someone but all the guest guys were in established relationships and the women were straight.

the enbies and people of other genders were not impressed by apollo.

they dont adopt kids for a whileeeeee. but they do and its this five year old and he warms up to them pretty quickly.

i really couldve done better on this smh

[issdisgrace]

MOTOGP RIDERS WITH A BULL RIDER S/O

WARNINGS: None

ENEA

Enea is extremely impressed by your career as a bull rider and thinks it’s really cool. He’ll ask a lot of questions and sometimes it can get annoying, but he just wants to know this stuff so he can better support you. Despite this, he’ll watch all of your events at the edge of his seat no matter what as he is very worried that you will get hurt as there isn’t a whole lot of protection when it comes to bull riding and there’s a high risk of injury.

PECCO

We all know Pecco is a wonderful partner. He’ll try to learn everything he can about bull riding. Will occasionally ask questions, but not too many. He’s more into hearing from you what an event was like rather than watching it himself, as he likes to hear the passion in your voice when you talk about it. Uses your merch as sleepwear regularly specially when he’s away at races as it’s nice to have a little part of you with him even if it’s just a shirt.

BEZ

Bez is definitely the type of person to be like ‘that’s my husband isn’t he the coolest’. Is honestly your biggest cheerleader. He will be the loudest person in the stands. Is at all your events that he can be and if he’s not able to attend, he will most definitely find a way to watch it as soon as he can. Your merch is a regular part of his wardrobe, also will make you sign some of his things. And tells you one day your signature might be worth big money.

MARC

Marc is absolutely and utterly in loves with you and what you do for work. He will slip in mentions of you in most interviews he does. He also will talk about you to his brother Alex so much that Alex will have to ban most discussions about you. Marc definitely tries to convince you that Red Bull is way better than Monster despite your Monster sponsorship and despite the fact that Ducati Lenovo Team has a Monster sponsorship and he has given up his personal Red Bull sponsorship out of respect for that. His heart will however lie forever with Red Bull.

VALENTINO

You guys are both icons of your own respective sport and are an absolute power couple. I feel like late nights are filled with talks about both of your guys’ careers. Valentino will show you off if you accompany him to any sort of event, whether it be personal or professional. He is very proud of you and your achievements as a bull rider. He will watch back your most iconic moments. Also, when you guys get married, he will buy you a whole ass ranch and Bull as a pet just because he can.

[a-heart-attack-ow]

The Arrangement. Part Three (Rewrite)

Part One

Part Two

Part Three: ***Smut,NSFW***

The camera lights were blinding. 

With each step, it got harder to see. With each step, it got harder to fake the smile on my face.But somehow I managed it. With Sam to guide me I felt somewhat safe, but I knew that feeling would fade away soon. I knew the moment he handed me off to Colby that sense of safety would fade. 

We both do our best to make it down the stairs with dignity and by the grace of God, we make it to the bottom and hit our mark for the photographers. The flashes of light grow more intense when I feel Sam’s arm unlink from mine and I feel Colby’s hand on the small of my back. His touch is firm as he pulls his body against mine. 

To anyone else, we look so in love. I glance over at my husband and sigh with fake bliss. He looked so happy as he peered down at me. His white teeth flashed the cameras. If I didn’t know better the look on his face would’ve fooled me too. 

But I knew better. 

Colby leans down to press his lips to my forehead. I lean into him for the sake of our audience. My eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, knowing the look of false peace on my face would make the cameras go crazy again. 

“I love you.”

He rasps when he moves his lips from my forehead, his eyes finding mine when I glance up at him. The three words that fall from his lips are sickly sweet and I know they’re very fake. 

“I love you too, Colbs.” 

I reply through my fake smile. The nickname earns an ‘aw’ from the partygoers around us. I can tell by his blue eyes lit up that he’s pleased with my fake nickname. That he’s impressed I thought to do it. After a few seconds of staring at each other, Colby pulls his gaze from mine to the photographers. 

“Alright, that’s enough…”

His voice remains sweet as he continues speaking. 

“...No more photographs. Let’s get this party started and show my wife how the Brock family does things.” 

He sounds like the perfect host and the guests eat it up. The photographers disperse and the party resumes. The gaze of the audience was off of us for the moment. I feel Colby lean down to whisper in my ear, our bodies still firmly pressed together. 

“You and Sam looked cozy.”

There’s a jealousy in his words that I don’t feel should be there. Jealousy he didn’t have the right to have. 

“Is that jealousy that I hear Colby?”

I ask venom in my voice, a sound that shocks both of us. A sound that causes his hold on my lower back to intensify. He pulls me closer in against him, his breath hot on my neck. 

“You better watch your tone with me…”

He starts, his voice rough and deep. 

“... Mouthy girls get punished.”

He places his index finger under my jaw and forces me to look up at him, our chests rising and falling in a steady tension. Our eyes are locked together and I didn’t know if he wanted to kiss me or fuck me. Both sounded like pleasant options, but I wasn’t willing to give in yet. Not after this morning’s bullshit. I couldn’t forgive him, not yet. And he can sense that I’m not willing to play nicely, which intrigues him. 

“You’re a feisty one, aren’t you? I couldn’t see it before, but now I do and I like it.”  

My stomach flutters when he says this, my heart skips a beat. I didn’t know how I could be so turned on and angry at one person, but I was. Colby licks his lips and eyes me closely, knowing that he has me right where he wants me. Teetering on desire and frustration. But I decided not to let him stay in control. Instead, I pull my jaw out of his grasp and take a step back.

“My love…”

My voice comes out sickly sweet. Amusement moves to Colby’s face, clearly enthused by my willingness to stay in character. After all, wouldn’t a newlywed act this ‘in love’ with her new husband? 

“... I’m going to get myself a drink.” 

A part of me wonders if he’ll want to accompany me, but I’m thankful when he nods and gives me the okay to strike out on my own. 

“Go mingle darling. Everyone is dying to meet you.” 

I give him a small smile and attempt to turn away, but when I do I remember that he still has a hold on my lower back. He pulls me in against him once more and presses his lips to mine, my eyes fluttering closed. I feel my heartbeat quicken, but before the kiss can get too heated he pulls back. In less than a few seconds, he let go of me and retreated into the crowd of people around us, leaving me alone and breathless. To anyone else, we must’ve looked perfect, in love, and blissful, but I honestly felt confused. I knew we were stuck together through our marriage, but I felt conflicted by the very real desire I had for him. 

I shake my head, and any thoughts trapped inside of me so I can walk clearly. My eyes surveyed the downstairs of our home. In the daylight, things looked so different. White walls with black molding, marble floors, and stained glass windows. The house that was now my own was nicer than any home I’d ever seen in person. And knowing that I lived here made me feel strange. The downstairs of our home was open concept, each room flowing into the next. The entranceway was where I had been introduced to our guests, but as I moved forward I found a rather large living room, with a built-in bar. There stood a bartender, dressed in a tux serving three people that I recognized very well. Sam, Kris, and Celina all sat on barstools, and all looked like they’d come here to escape. 

Not knowing where else to go, I moved my body to slide in between Sam and Kris’ bar stools, giving them a small smile. Kris lays her head on top of mine like she’s known me for more than just today and sighs.

“You did a good job with the audience. You even had me believing that you were really in love with Colby for a second.” 

I move my head to rest on top of hers, welcoming the affection that I hadn’t realized I’d needed until now. The affection that was given to me without any expectation of something in return. To my left, Sam hands me a champagne flute and gives me the same tired look we all seemed to have. 

“Thanks Kris.” 

I respond when I don’t know what else to say. What could I say? I was forced to be married to the man they worked for. If I didn’t play along something bad would happen to my father. If I wanted to keep him safe I had to act my heart out, even if it killed me a little on the inside. I lift my head from hers so I can take the swig of champagne, chugging it down in one gulp. From the corner of my eye, I can see three sets of eyes looking at me with concern as I put the glass down and ask the bartender for another. I wait only a few seconds before the man behind the counter places the flute in front of me. I take the second drink from the bartender and finish it with one gulp like the first and ask for another which prompts Celina to say. 

“Maybe you should slow down a little, Emilia. When was the last time you ate?”

Her question causes me to pause for a second, my eyes focusing on the countertop, waiting for the bartender to serve me my third glass. I hadn’t eaten since yesterday evening, at my wedding and I barely ate then. I hadn’t eaten real food in days and I didn’t care at this moment. I’d married an utter asshole to save my father, I didn’t have the appetite, but I did want to drink. I swig the third, fourth, and fifth drinks in quick concession before Sam stops me. He places his hand on my back and guides me away from the bar. 

“Come on, let’s have you eat something.” 

A part of me wants to break out of his grasp and continue drinking. Anything to numb how I felt in this moment, but when I pull against his grasp he gives me a firm look. A look that tells me I was going to eat something or else. When Celina appears on the other side of me, her arm linking with mine, I know that I need to listen to their guidance. After all, how could I do my best acting if I was drunk? How would my actions reflect on the family I’d married into? These were all things I needed to consider.

 I needed to be smarter for my dad’s sake. So I keep my eyes forward and let my willing captors guide me through the party. I try to remain focused, but I can feel the five drinks already kicking in, my legs feeling a tad wobblier than I would’ve liked. For a moment I don’t care that other people are looking at us, and I don’t care if they think Colby’s new wife was a lightweight. I didn’t care about anything other than my reason for being stuck here. 

Kris cuts in front of Sam, Celina, and me to open up the kitchen barn door, sliding it to one side before sliding it behind us once we are inside. The kitchen is oddly empty, but Sam lets Celina sit me down at the kitchen table while he starts to make me something to eat. I studied the farmhouse theme of the kitchen and noticed how out of place it was from the rest of the house that I’d seen so far. The rustic elegance of the room looked flawless, but it didn’t look like something Colby would’ve liked. The sound of the stove turning on and the setting down of a cast iron pan takes me out of my thoughts and back to reality. The reality of me sitting at the table with Kris and Celina on either side of me. 

“I hope you like grilled cheese.”

Sam states over his shoulder, giving me a sympathetic smile. A smile that, for whatever reason, makes my heart sad. A smile that causes my eyes to fill with tears. 

“Why are you all being so nice to me?”

I ask, unable to keep any shakiness out of my voice. Tears fall from my eyes before I have the chance to stop them. Celina and Kris lean into me the moment they hear me speak, their bodies shielding me with theirs. I had managed to hold in my tears from the moment I arrived in this house and married into this family, but I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I felt like I was going to shatter and I’m sure the alcohol only made that worse. 

“Because you seem like a nice girl and you deserve to be treated better than you have been since arriving here.”

Kris whispers kindly. Flashes of this morning flicker through my mind as I recall how Colby had left me for her to find. Used and naked without any regard for me or how I felt. I knew that I was a glorified fuckable accessory to him and his new life, but that didn’t make the pain sting any less. A silence of unease washes over the room after Kris speaks and I do my best to not cry anymore because I don’t want to ruin my makeup. That and I didn’t want to risk anyone seeing me later and questioning why I had been crying. We sit in silence, except for Sam’s cooking, for several minutes until he finishes cooking the grilled cheese and plates it for me. 

“Please eat this. You’ll feel a little better with some food in you.”

Sam’s voice comes out as a plea when he puts the grilled cheese in front of me, his blue eyes hopeful. I didn’t want to eat, but I knew he was right. Eating something would probably help me feel a little more human. So I reach out to take the sandwich, my hands shaking, my eyes focusing on my enormous wedding ring. The sight of the ring almost makes me lose my willingness to eat, but I do it. I take a few bites before I realize Sam is waiting to hear how it tastes. He sat across from me, his head in his hands as he watched me, hopeful that it didn’t taste bad. 

“Thank you, Sam. It's very good.”

He smiled, pointing at Kris in victory. 

“Ha, I told you my cooking was edible.”

Kris rolls her eyes and laughs with Celina and Sam, the atmosphere of the room seeming to lighten up a little. I sit in silence and eat as the others start talking. Filling in the silence that was once in the room with us. Around the others, I felt like there could be a chance that I could enjoy my time here. They were a silver lining to all of this and I greatly appreciated it. They brought peace to this house that I could see myself enjoying, but that peace moved from me when I finished the sandwich and realized I would have to return to the party. 

The dread of realization locks with me from the moment Sam takes the plate from me and we all stand, knowing that we can’t hide in here forever. I’d never wanted to do anything less in my entire life, but I had to. There was no getting out of this. I try to focus as I follow my new friends out of the kitchen, and we return to the party. The crowd of people I’d seen when I first arrived downstairs seemed to have dissipated. There were definitely less people here now than before, but that’s not what caught my attention. 

What caught my attention was how closely Colby was standing with another woman. I saw them whispering to each other, in the corner of the living room. Safely tucked away from prying eyes, but I’d seen them. And so had Sam, who appears infinitely more annoyed with each passing second that he stares in their direction. 

There was no reason for me to be upset, our marriage was arranged, but for some reason, it did upset me. My eyes pull away from my husband and the woman he’s speaking to. The woman he’s leaned up against, his face inches from hers as they speak. Their lips are almost close enough to touch… 

“Nah, fuck this.”

Sam growls next to me, a tone I’d never heard before. Before I have a chance to process he pulls away from me, leaving me with Kris and Celina. Sam ignores everyone else as he plows through the crowd, his focus on Colby the entire time. My heart is pounding so hard that I almost feel dizzy. 

“I’m going to go somewhere else. I’ll catch you guys later.”

I whisper to Kris and Celina as I take a step backward. I didn’t want to watch whatever was going to happen with Sam and Colby. I didn’t want to deal with whatever fallout there would be. Kris and Celina don’t stop me when I turn around, my back facing the boys as I hear the crowd gasp and the faint sound of skin on skin. The sound of knuckles connecting with someone’s face. They don’t stop me as I navigate through the people attending the party. And no one notices that I’ve retreated up the stairs, back up to Colby’s bedroom-our bedroom. 

—

I don’t know how long it’s been since I’d excused myself from the party or how long I’d been soaking in this bathtub, but here I was. Surrounded by bubbles and the calmness of the water. The music from downstairs had faintly hummed when I’d first come up here, but now it was silent. The whole house was silent and I’d never enjoyed a sound more. Part of me hoped I was home alone, that Colby had gone off with the girl downstairs, and that my new friends had gone home. I didn’t want to face anyone or speak to anyone. I just wanted to sit in the warm bath and never leave. It felt so relaxing after everything, but with one glance at my fingertips, I saw that I needed to get out of the tub. In frustration I pull my body under the tub of water, my eyes squeezing closed as I keep myself under for as long as I can hold my breath. It was the first bit of control I’d had since arriving here, I realized the longer I stayed under the water. 

Control that I desperately wanted to have. I pulled my head from under the tub water and allowed a silent gasp to leave me. Reaching for the towel with my eyes closed, I felt comfort in the darkness behind my eyes. A comfort I wash away the second I rub my eyes with the towel. Upon opening them and allowing my eyes to adjust I realize that I’m no longer alone in the bathroom. 

“It seems you made quite the impression on Sam.”

Colby leans against the bathroom counter, eyes focused on the wall in front of him. He’s not wearing anything but a pair of black sweats, his muscles more defined in the bathroom light. On the crown of his head is a fist-sized bruise, a deep rich purple. Even with the bruise he still looked handsome, dangerously handsome. His jaw is clenched as he turns his eyes to meet me. The moment he shifts his gaze, I feel uneasy. He’s pissed that his friend hit him and I could tell he blamed me for it. He’s so angry I’m unsure of what to do. Even as his eyes move from mine to my body, that same uneasiness remains. When I’d sat up in the bath, my chest had fully been exposed to him, a sight that made him smirk. I don’t bother covering up as we watch each other, but when he takes a step from the counter, I side back further into the bathtub. My body pressed into the corner, with nowhere else to go. 

An undetectable look moves over his face when he realizes I’m afraid of him. Afraid of what he might do. But he doesn’t say anything, instead, he sits on the side of the bathtub. He leans down, reaching his left arm out to me. I don’t fight against him as he pulls me out of the water with one swift movement, standing me in front of him. I’m completely exposed to him, with only my knees down being covered by the bath water. He licks his lips and reaches his right hand out to reach around and give my ass a gentle squeeze. 

“Were you jealous darling? Is that why you sent Sam after me?”

I inhale deeply, as his right hand moves around my bottom and over my hip. He guides his hand on my inner thigh, chuckling at how stiff I become when he moves up my thigh.

“I-I-I didn’t send him after you…”

I stutter as his fingertips graze my clit. I inhale sharply as he begins to rub. 

“... I know you and aren’t really in love. You’re more than welcome to do what you want.``

As good as the sensation of his fingertips teasing me is, I reach my hand over his to stop him. An action he respects, moving his hand away. We look at each other with want, and for a moment I regret making him stop touching me. Because I knew that we didn’t love each other, but that he felt good inside of me. Seeming to read my mind, Colby pulls his other hand away. He stands from the tub and leaves me alone. 

Standing in the bath. 

I swallow hard as I watch him leave. He exits the bathroom and walks into our adjoining bedroom. I hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor. I breathe a deep sigh of relief with him out of the room and step out of the tub. I remain silent as I dry my body off and brush my long black hair. But the entire time, I’m thinking of how much I regret stopping his touch. How much I wish I’d let him continue. The thought consumes me as I drop the towel onto the bathroom counter and move to the door frame of the bathroom, peering into our room. Colby is sitting in front of the fireplace, his body leaning back in his chair, his head turned towards the flames. Looking at him there, with his abs and his tattoos exposed to me, makes me crazy. He wasn’t even paying attention and I still wanted him. Without letting myself think, I walked from behind the door frame. My feet padded across the floor silently, carrying me closer and closer to him. He’s so focused on the fire that he doesn’t realize I’m standing there, not until I will myself to touch his hand. 

Softly, my hand grazes him and he turns his head lazily towards me. If he’s phased by my bold choice to not bother to clothe myself then he doesn’t let on. Instead, he peers back at me with genuine fascination. I don’t speak a word as my hands reach out for his. He allows me to guide his hands to my breasts. With my hands over his I guide him to squeeze my breasts lightly. Our eyes never leave one another, both of us seeming unable to look away. My hands slowly dragged his hands down my torso. But the control that he lets me have stopped the moment he pulls me onto his lap, my legs straddling him. My lips are mere inches fromand  his, my breathing hitching. He gives me a look that seems to dare me to make the next move. My eyes never leave his as I slowly place my hands on his chest, trying to regain my nerves. I drag my fingers down his chest, trailing over his abs and inching lower and lower. He remained locked on me as I toyed with the band of his sweats. His smirk returned to his face when I slid my hands beneath his sweats. Taking his hardening cock in my hand, he groans as I move my hand up and down. 

“Fuck.”

He groans, a sound so beautiful that it makes me wet. At first, my movements were slow, his hips bucked upward in desperate need.  I pick up my speed, our eyes remaining on his. Another groan passes his lips but before he can cum, he stops me. 

“If I’m going to cum, it’s going to be inside of you.” 

He sounds almost feral when he rasps this, his lips finding mine. His fingertips glide up my inner thighs slowly, causing chills to move up my spine. I bite down on the bottom of my lip as his fingertips brush against my clit. 

“Come on baby…” He practically growls, his forehead resting against mine. . 

“... let me hear how pretty you sound when I touch you.” 

His index finger and his middle finger dip inside of me and, against any hope, I moan faintly. At the sound he chuckles, and pulls his lips back to mine. He hums against my mouth for a moment before I break the kiss.

I wanted him inside of me, I wanted to feel him deep inside of me, fucking me senseless. 

“Please, Colby.”

I practically beg against his lips. My voice sounds small, almost pathetically, but if he thinks I’m pathetic  he doesn’t let on. Instead, his hands move from my soaking sex, to my back. He holds me in place as he studies me in awe. As if the way my chest heaves up and down with serious need was something he hadn’t seen before. 

“What do you want me to do baby?”

He rasps, leaning in to place a light kiss on my chest, right above my heart. 

“Tell me what you want me to do darling and I’ll do it. 

He finishes speaking and feel my face redden. The desperate need inside of me almost getting intimidated under the gaze of his pale blue eyes. 

“Please, Colby. I want to feel you inside of me. I want you to cum inside of me. Please.” 

A single nod is all he responds with as he leans upward, lips back on mine. In a swift movement, he scoops me up into his arms and lifts me up out of the chair. In the few seconds he moves us from his chair to our bed, his lips never met mine. He placed me down onto the mattress carefully, softly, before pulling his sweatpants off. Once he’s fully naked, he kneels on the floor, his hands light along my legs as he spreads my legs apart. He looks at my soaking sex and smirks, his hands moving up to my hips. With a firmer grip, he brings me closer to the edge of the bed. Hoisting my legs over his shoulders, his head disapears between my thighs. 

A feeble gasp falls from my lips as his tongue licks my soaking folds. He chuckles at the sound that escapes me, his tongue skillfully pushing deeper inside of me. My head feels like it’s spinning as he does this, my body getting closer to the edge with his every touch. The bundle of nerves in the pit of my stomach starts to become too much to bear and Colby knows it. 

“Come on baby…”

He growls against me. 

“...Cum for daddy.”

The moment he gives me permission, my body is more than happy to comply. My orgasm feels so intense that my head is spinning, my body completely at his mercy. Spinning so intensely he gets on top of me. 

His lips find mine as he uses both of my hands to hold each of my arms down as he lifts them above my head. His grip is firm, but comforting all at the same time. I spread my legs further apart in anticipation as he guides his cock inside of me. He pushes in full tilt, pausing for a moment so my body can adjust to him before he starts moving. His lips capture mine once more as he thrusts inside of me. I loved how full he made me when he was buried deep inside of me. A guttural groan passes his lips with each thrust. 

“I could fuck this sweet pussy for hours…”

He groans against my lips. His pace quickens and I can feel my body reaching its second orgasm and while I don’t want it to be over yet, my body has other plans. 

“... It's like you were made for me.”

My body is thankful that he’s not going to make me wait for a release. Because I knew that I couldn’t stop myself from completely coming undone beneath him. 

“Does my good girl want to cum all over Daddy’s cock?”

He whispers against my lips, pulling back to look at me. To admire the mess that he’s made of me. 

“P-Please…” 

I started as Colby raised his eyebrows, expecting me to play along. 

“... daddy. Please let me cum.”

The same dark chuckle that has teased me the entire night, escapes him as he starts thrusting inside of me at a faster pace than before. He pounds into me relentlessly and it feels incredible. We don’t say another word as my walls tighten around his cock, my body releasing at the same moment his does. I feel his cock twitch inside of me as he stares down at me. His chest rises and falls faster than normal as he contemplates what to say next. 

“I didn't do anything with the girl at the party. The music was so loud and I was just leaning in so she could hear me.” 

His explanation isn’t needed, but it's greatly appreciated. He and I weren’t really in love, right? I try to speak but stop myself when he continues. 

“You’re my girl now. I’m not looking for anything from anyone else.”

He keeps his eyes locked with mine as he says this as if he’s trying to make sure I know he’s being serious. I didn’t know if I fully believed him, but it was still nice to hear him say it. 

“Mr. Brock. Talking like that could make a girl think you care.”

I whisper, moving my hand to brush some of his hair out of his face. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes briefly. A  smile moves to his lips and it causes my breathing to hitch because I’d never seen someone look so handsome without trying to. He opens his eyes after a moment and looks at me like I’m the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. 

“You’re mine to care about. Til death do us part.”

[visha1965]

Adam x self accomplished!reader

fandom:hazbin hotel

paring:adamxreader

tw: none.

author note:this is my first time writing a fic in tumblr, if my image of self accomplished and yours is not the same, that's fine just don't make a fuss about it, enjoy .

when adam met you for the first time, he thought one thing, pretty .

you were so present, it was like the room get expensive, more important with your presence, and that wasn't only with how you looked, it was how you seemed like 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 it.

it was on a sunny day of heaven, more meetings to take care of,this one meeting was deferent, sera practically dragged him to the meeting, macking sure he looked,acted and behaved perfect for a reason he didn't understand.

but now he thank the god above she did,

the meeting was boring really, sera insisted on him getting early for the meeting, somthing about 'good first impression' to some of the new parts of the counsel.

he didn't really undersand why would he care, all of the counsel was a heaven born except for him, and as the only winner in the counsel he couldn't help but sit still and look pretty because what could he do?

he was sitting in the usual place around the secular table , leaning his head on his hands and trying to get intertwined with anything, anything will be better than welcoming the older members with fake smils

untill you walked in

"oh here you are y/n, i would love to introduce you to the other and only winner in the counsel" sera said, her voice calm as she called adam to you, so you three could talk beside the door to let others walk in and out,

"hi there fresh meat, iam adam, the first man adam" adam said as he smiled trying to seem conference

"hello, i am y/n, a relatively new winner" y/n said, her voice charming and nice, somthing nice to listen too, but not too calming that he might feel sleepy, just a perfect mex of calming and fresh, "nice to meet you" he smiled faintly as ge sensed no harm from you

"yeah nice to neet you two" he said as he watched you walk to your place wich wasn't too far from his, as he asked sera who you were, things started to get more complicated,

apparently you are a new winner, bearly a year of living in heaven yet managed to find a place in the heart of the people with your healing powers, sweet and caring yet just and right to the ones who need punishment, wich was so rare in heaven yet happened sometimes.

in a few months, you reached the counsel so quickly and proved you can do it, over the corse of this year, you have proven to be valuable, not only with your healing ability and your mindset, but also with being vulnerable somtimes, connecting with being you and exepting femininity, wich is so rare even in heaven

he was shocked at knowing you were intrested in him, even though he acted like owned it, he clearly didn't for you,you saw right through him.

he made the first move, and so he proposed to you first, and in 5 moons was your wedding.

✧༺♥༻✧

you were woken up by the voice of your husband, adam, waking you uo to get ready to another meeting, today was important, a meeting with lucifer and his daughter, or.. important to adam, you didn't think they were important enough to make today special.

you getted up, washed your face and picked your cloths, a simple red shoulderless dress with flowing long sleeves and skirt, pared with pearl necklace and string you hade around your waist and earings,

you hade your hair in a half up half down with the up half decorated with pearls and moonstone, and a pair of high heels in pearl color.

it took about 10 minutes for the morning stars to arrive, you greated with a smile;

"good morning, i am y/n. Nice to meet you, although i must say, you get an...interesting choice by getting late to this meeting about, hazbin hotel am i right?" you said smiling as you shaked their hands

"oh yeah, i am sorry about that" Charlie said as she smiled awkwardly

"don't worry dear , everyone hase their problems, now take a sear" you said as you getted to your place beside adam as he wrapped his arm around your waist and pull you closer

seeing this, lucifer speaked immediately;

"Adam, haven't seen you since the age of Edin, still single" lucifer teased as he leaned in, not notesing the obvious uncomfortable look at Charlie's face

"still short?" adam replied immediately, and then said "and no, this is my pretty, smart wife"

"wife huh, i wonder what will take for her to leave you" lucifer said, smiling at the angry look of adam

"quit alot considering lilith didn't even like adam to begin with and eve was innocent, unable to even know she was naked at all to begin with, so do me and your daughter that's so uncomfortable with this long lasting enemies situation and close that mouth of yours unless to talk about the thing we came along to talk about in the beginning, the hotel" you answered on behalf of adam, smiling as you watched the sin of pride silenced in shame

the rest of the meeting went awkwardly as charlie kept trying to explain her business and you and adam kept flirting like lovesick birds, smiling at the embarrassment of the king of hell.

and not to mention the night you and adam hade after.

[frozenjokes]

it’s so over

convex week day 3 - embers/frost - prev/next

this one follows the prompt because he’s fire boy and he’s water girl trust @convexweek

Cub wasn’t used to being around this many people, much less talking to them, and so far from his sun he was cold, it was loud, and all of these things were making him quite irritable.

Apparently being on fire at all times was a ‘bad look’ and Cub should really try to ‘cool off’ lest people get the ‘wrong impression,’ but maybe Cub wanted to be on fire, maybe he was cold and angry and didn’t want to be touched not even on the shoulder, seriously would people mind their own fucking space, Cub didn’t care about the court of public opinion, he just wanted to be left alone.

His lawyer was alright at least, a star called Mumbo who took a similar form to Cub, which Cub assumed was common practice; it’s not like he attended many court hearings in his lifetime, being the sun was a full time job. Mumbo looked a lot like a human through the lens of someone who had never actually seen one, and only had it described to him from a friend whose cousin’s wife’s ex husband’s sister in law’s dog saw a human once, so, fairly accurate and appropriately unnevering. Long, lanky body, arms, legs, fingers, tiny eyes, squareish head. Despite looking like he might unhinge his jaw and swallow Cub whole at any given moment, Mumbo was well mannered and just a touch anxious, but he seemed to know what he was talking about at least, which would have been nice if some of the things Mumbo said didn’t make Cub want to leap over his desk, rip out his tongue and then gouge his own eyes out.

“Listen Cub, I think you have a pretty strong defense here. Besides being generally unpleasant, based on the more major accounts against you, I don’t really think you’ve done anything illegal per se, but the bigger problem here is that no one can stand you.”

“I don’t care.”

Mumbo knit his fingers, expression strained, “Well you should care, because Scar is going to build his case around well disguised personal attacks, and where he’s very charming, you are not. Scar is looking to win the public opinion and sway the judge and jury that way, which, given his long history of successful cases, you should be concerned. Scar is going to try to strip you of your position and possibly all future positions in desired systems, so if you don’t want your current fill-in to be the new Earth sun, you’d better pull it together.”

Cub frowned, deep. He really didn’t want that. She was so annoying, and so smug too, like come on, Cub wasn’t going to be gone for very long.

“I just don’t understand how Scar even has the grounds to sue me. My moons aren’t even moonionized, complaints ledged against me are few and far between, and I don’t go out of my way to be a dirtbag unless moons go out of their way to make themselves a problem to me.”

“These are all good points, but with moonion popularity on the rise and Scar being the moon that spearheaded that movement in the first place, I really wouldn’t come out and start talking about how anti-moonion you are.”

“I’m not anti-moonion, I don’t think suns should get to blow up their moons, that’s not cool, but I don’t think I should have to go out of my way to be nice either when I think I’ve made it extremely clear to the entire galaxy I don’t want anything to do with anybody because everyone sucks.”

“That’s certainly a stance.”

“It’s how I feel.”

“I wouldn’t bring that up in court either. Insulting the jury is a bad idea.”

“How do I get them to not dislike me then. I’m going to say right now that I will not put out any fires and I will not smile.”

Mumbo pursed his lips, fingers knitting tighter, “Well, I definitely don’t think you should smile in court, no, but it might help you not to look like you intend to kill everyone in the room and then yourself.”

“This is my resting face.”

“Your resting face sucks.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“I would advise against telling the jury to go fuck themselves.”

Cub leaned back in his chair, exhaling a vent of hot air through his nose. He would try very hard not to tell the jury to go fuck themselves, but he could not express this thought out loud, so he chose silence.

“Right then,” Mumbo, apparently, was not one to let the silence lie, “Well I want to discuss a few other points with you, things I’m positive are going to be brought up in court, so please try to be receptive and honest with me, and remember that my job is to help you. First, for the more ambitious stars, Scar is going try appealing to them by making the argument that you hate your position in that extremely desirable system of yours, and the only reason you’ve commandeered it for so long is out of spite; you don’t want it, but you don’t want anyone else to have it either. I know it’s rumor, and I will make this argument in court, but that doesn’t necessarily-“

“No, that’s true.”

Mumbo gawked, at a momentary loss for words. “Seriously.”

“Well, mostly. I do like that system, I want to keep it. I like the Earth. But I will never give it up, never, because all those stars with their grubby little hands want it so bad, and they can’t have it because it’s mine. ‘You’re so sad looking for a sun, you should try smiling, you don’t act very much like a sun, you should really smile more, why don’t you blink, Cub?’ They will never see the Earth like I do. A moon would have an easier time witnessing my system’s life, and that’s perfectly fine, I like moons, it’s the stars that are having their penance paid. If you had a star on your back every day of your formative years telling you you’d look more sUnNy wiTh a sMiLe you’d be a soulless hermit too.”

When Cub looked up, Mumbo’s head was in his hands. “Don’t say any of this in court. Actually, do not speak at all in court, just let me handle it. If you must speak, deny deny deny. Lie. Anything but your true feelings please.”

“Are we done then?”

“Yes, we’re done.”

Cub got up from his chair, stretching. He felt a little calmer now; who knew it could be nice to talk about your feelings? Maybe it helped that Mumbo’s office had a similar fire to Cub’s sun back home, not nearly as hot as Cub preferred, but almost pleasant when compared to most other shared moon/sun/planetary environments. The familiar yellow orange of the walls and furniture made Cub feel at home, safe and relatively blended in, though that was only coincidence. Mumbo had a whiter fire to him, and stood out quite a bit against the backdrop. Cub couldn’t imagine wanting to be seen.

Just as Cub was about to leave though, the door to Mumbo’s office burst open and in walked a very jolly looking moon with half a face, his silver cold brilliant against the bright fire, but in a world of constant light, Cub couldn’t stop gaping at the inky dark that soothed his strained eyes.

“Mumbo Jumbo! Wow, you look terrible today! Tough case?” Scar grinned, leaning nearly all of himself over Mumbo’s desk, dark eyes utterly jubilant. Cub was so starstruck, he hardly grasped the implications before Mumbo spoke.

“Scar, I’m seeing a client right now, I told you to knock before you-“

“What client? I heard no talking, no one’s in the waiting room, and no one’s here. Y’know, Mumbo, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you just didn’t want to see me.” With a frown to match Cub’s own, Mumbo moved his files out of the way before Scar swooned directly on top of his desk, turning over with unnatural grace to lay on his stomach and kick his legs. “So.” Scar said, all movement stopping to accentuate the word before he started back up again with his legs, “How’s it going.”

“Bad. You literally have no case and it’s going bad. But Cub’s right there, he can tell you himself.”

Scar turned around and screamed, exactly the way he had when they’d first met, rolling off the back of the desk and directly into Mumbo’s lap. Emotionlessly, Mumbo scooped Scar up and set him on his feet. Cub still couldn’t stop staring.

“I think it’s against my best interest to speak to you,” he mumbled, silently pleased when Mumbo gave him a thumbs up. “Not unhappy to see you though.” Cub didn’t know where that last bit came from, but he wasn’t embarrassed either. He was speaking his truth, as he’d always done.

“That.. so..” Scar eyed Cub suspiciously, stalking around the corner of the room like a bobcat across from a cobra. “I hope you’d forgive me if I said I didn’t believe you.”

“That’s fine. We were done anyway, I just like a place that feels like home. Do.. whatever it is you were doing.. intimidation tactics or..”

“No, no, I really didn’t mean to intrude. I will knock next time, Mumbo, especially when your clients are.. so difficult to see.”

“You still won’t,” Mumbo sighed, as if resigned to the fate. “Cub, when Scar follows you out, keep your mouth shut. Not a word.”

Scar scoffed, mock offense, “I’m not going to follow him out, Mumbo, geez!”

“Well, the last reason I had to stay was the temperature, but you’ve gone and taken it down, so I’ll be going now,” Cub shrugged, giving Mumbo a small nod, “Bye.”

“Goodbye, Cub,” Mumbo sighed, and Cub was not at all bothered by the strain in his voice. Very good, very good, he was not here to make friends.

But just as Cub was leaving this star to travel to the one he was staying at nearby, Scar cut past, stopping him over the vast expanse of nothingness all around them. Scar looked brilliant on this backdrop, the light reflecting off him less intense, and the dark holes in his form as beautiful as they were unnerving. Cub very rarely looked at people’s faces when he spoke, but with Scar, he couldn’t stop staring. Maybe that’s why he missed the first thing Scar said.

“Hello? Hello hello? Earth to Cub, anyone home?”

“I’m here. Was leaving, though.”

“Humor me for a moment before you go then, will you?”

“I don’t think I mind, but my lawyer might.” Scar must have found this funny, but to Cub his laugh sounded fake. Though, so did his scream, and regardless of how exaggerated it sounded in Mumbo’s office, Scar had absolutely been frightened.

“Well then, Cub, I just came down to tell you that you do something many suns do that I fucking despise,” Scar continued on sweetly, never wavering, “Would you like to know what that is?”

“I don’t really care, honestly.”

“Well I’m going to tell you.” Scar clapped his hands together and Cub flinched at the noise, which seemed to please him. Bits of frost floated like dust off Scar’s fingers, and Cub got the sense that Scar’s anger was real. “I can not stand it when I meet a sun in their domain and I’m treated like the scum of the galaxy; useless, unimportant, insignificant, but after I reveal myself, after I drag them to court, suddenly everything’s so civil, almost nice, like I’ve earned your faux respect by evening the playing field, by meeting you face to face as a fellow, and not someone to stomp beneath your heel. I’ve forced you to care by bringing you here, yes, but when you’re bordering on friendly after showing me how you really feel, that makes my blood boil. So let’s cut the shit, alright?”

Cub stared, not that he wasn’t staring before, but this time it was a more confused kind of stare, one he made when someone had said something that didn’t make any sense. “Do you think I’m treating you differently?”

Cub squinted against the wave of icy fury that surged off Scar, his crooked smile forced and eye twitching. “Do you take me for a fool?”

“A little bit. I think this whole endeavor is a pointless waste of my time, but the only difference between then and now is that then you were an obnoxious pest looking for a fight, and now you’re still a pest, but there’s nowhere I can avoid the company of others, so I’m not too fussed. Comparatively, on the scale of bullshit I’ve come across after being forced to leave my sun, my encounters with you rank relatively low. You are cold, which I hate, but you’re also easy on the eyes, which is a huge relief everywhere.”

“I- I’m what?” The fierce chill that radiated from Scar’s form faltered, and Cub didn’t know what was wrong with him, but this was much better.

“Cold. Not as bad now, but it’s honestly cold everywhere here, so I’m eager to get going. Only thing keeping me speaking to you right now is that the star’s going to be so damn bright everywhere, and it’s rare to get reprieve like this. You forget what it’s like to rest your eyes, and then you remember, and you never want to leave.”

“I- Oh! Oh, right, I..” Scar bit his lip, glancing back and forth as if looking for an escape, “That.. That makes more sense. That makes a lot of sense actually, I did think you were looking at me weird, but not because- you know, it’s not very nice to stare.”

“I don’t particularly care, if I’m being honest.”

“You might give someone the wrong impression with a look like that.”

“Let them think what they think.”

Scar stopped for a moment, looking at the ground. He seemed to feel a little more awkward looking at Cub now, but that didn’t stop Cub from staring at him, gosh, his own eyes had never felt so free of strain.

“You know, Cub, I take back what I said here. I think you’re callous, but I don’t think you’re pretending. The circumstances then and now are different enough that if I really try to worm my way into this horrible little brain of yours, I almost see where you’re coming from.”

“Please get out of my brain.”

Scar laughed that fake laugh of his, but for some reason this one rang true, and Cub might have smiled, maybe, something unnatural definitely happened on his face, but he was too caught up in Scar’s infinite dark to be disturbed by it.

[creedslove]

Bringing Pedro boys to meet your family for the first time. My heart is just melting thinking about those confirmed men being nervous and whispering to you in searching for some comfort and reassurance.

Featuring: Javier Peña, Joel Miller, Agent Whiskey, Javi Gutierrez, Dave York x f!reader

A/N: this is soooo cute I love it 💓❤️

Javier Peña: Javi would be nervous and praying that no one from your family has heard about his reputation or something like that. Of course once he's there, he's not gonna show it, throwing charming smiles here and there, he is able to make your mom giggle and even if he claims he is not good with kids, for some reason your little cousins are obsessed with him

Joel Miller: he's every girl's dream husband and every mother-in-law's dream son-in-law and yet he still manages to feel anxious? As if your family was crazy and wouldn't like him. Truth is: he is afraid of not being good enough, so he's worried you'd find someone better or your family thinking you could do better, but of course that would never happen because you love Joel more than anything in the world and your family knows that, and above all, they recognize how hard-working he is and how lucky you are for getting a man like himself. Also, he's very skilled at making barbecue and he also offers himself to help repairing a few things here and there. Oh, and the little kids from your family can see right through his grumpy face and beg him to bring Sarah over next time so they can play

Agent Whiskey: Jack used to be loved by his first wife's family, so meeting the parents, relatives etc wasn't much a big deal as he felt comfortable and at home with them, so he was very relaxed to meet your family too; he knows some people might like you and some might not and it's okay, no problems at all. When he gets there: driving the Bronco, cowboy boots, hats and aviators, everyone finds him kinda funny, but he is able to win them over as soon as he opens his mouth. He charms the ladies - in a respectful way, of course - impresses the gentleman with his polite and smart conversations and of course entertains the kids with his lasso tricks, he also brings your mom a bunch of fresh, sweet fruits he picked up from his own ranch and a bottle of the Statesman's finest for your dad

Javi Gutierrez: Javi G doesn't go to meet your family, he flies your family to meet him. He doesn't want to be pretentious he just wants to be nice and give your family some spoiling, because he knows they deserve it as much as you do. He would prepare the best accommodations for them, the best menus his employees could ever prepare and also yeah, he would rent an actual movie theater so you all could watch your favorite movies together

Dave York: sure, your boyfriend is an assassin and that might be a deal breaker for some people, so that's why you decide your family doesn't actually have to know that, instead, you just tell them your good, handsome government agent boyfriend is coming over on the weekend to meet them. Dave can be nervous, but he is definitely not showing it to you or anyone. He knows how to keep his shit together, so he will put on some good clothes, get his face smooth and well-shaven, and display one if his big and beautiful smiles and face the challenge. Your family likes Dave, he's very clever and nice and they are happy you found each other

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[kinsey3furry300]

Caved and wrote fanfiction about the damn gay owl that lives rent-free in my brain.

One man’s trash: a Helluvaboss Fanfic.

“Hey Mox, I need your advice on something. You’re a gun guy, right? Need your advice on what attachment to get for the shotty, trying to make the right pick. Do you think this will fit on the front rail.”  Said Blitzø, spinning on the office chair in his room, playing with his phone. It was 11am on a work-day, and no one was dead yet.

“That depends on which shotgun you’re talking about, sir. Weaver, Picatinny, or Carmine rail?” asked Moxxie, leaning over the desk to look at the phone. “What attachment exactly were you thinking of- Ewww! Jesus! Fucking why?!”

 “Ahahahaha, nice. But honestly, joking aside, if most shotguns and rifles have a flashlight attachment, why not a fleshli-”

 “Are you honestly this bored, that one day without work is enough for you to start trolling your workers, sir? And while we’re at it, could you not involve me and Mils in every sex toy purchasing decision you make? I do not need a point-by-point breakdown of what you and Stolas thought, faxed to me when I am visiting my father-in-law. Especially not with pictures.”

“Unclench your puss Mox, it’s not like there’s anything better to do right now. Anyways, where is Mils? She cheating on you with her secret second husband?” He said, wiggling his eyebrows and playing with a stress ball. It made a humorous squeaking sound.

“Desist, sir. Besides… would you ever actually say that to her face?

“Only If I’d got bored of ever having a face again, Mox. She honestly terrifies me.” Blitzø said, affectionately. “She still with the in-laws? Is she sick again, or something?”

“Um, yeah she said she wasn’t feeling so hot, so she wated to stay over an extra night. I… I think she might be worried about her sister, they’ve been taking a lot lately and-”

“Yeah yeah yeah, don’t care. So look, that means it’s just us boys, right, and seeing as work has dried the fuck up, whatdya say? Boys’ night out on the town! Me and you and Stolas hit some bars, manly bonding, go fucking wild now the Mrs. is away, just the three of us, what d’you say?”

“What am I, fucking invisible?” yelled a voice from the other room.

“Sorry Loony-poo, you can come too if you want sweetie!”

“Ew, fuck no Blitz, I’m at a party with Tex and Russ and the guys. There’s a dog-race down in Greed and fucking Vikki is entering, I can’t wait to see her wrap her dumb-ass car around a fucking lamp-post!”

Moxxie narrowed his eyes and opened his mouth to make a joke about Hounds and lamp posts, when the voice yelled “And don’t even think about saying it, fatso!” He closed his mouth, shocked, but nodded, a little impressed.

“Okay honey, stay safe! And remember, it’s fucking Greed so if anyone dies in a car crash… film it: Mammon plays like 60 bucks per-clip for those funniest accident compilations he makes! So Mox, manly man time with the manly men?” asked Blitzø, going ham on that stress-ball I need to buy him stim toys. Thought Moxxie. Before he tries gun-tricks in the office. Again.

 He considered the offer.

“Well, now you mention it, Sir, there is this pop-up art gallery up in Pride that I’ve been meaning to check out: they have a retrospective on Dagobert Peche, his role in modernism and proto-pop, and the interesting things he’s been doing since he died, and I-”

“I am not above calling you a homophobic slur, Mox. Christ on a stick, I’m dating Stolas and that’s the gayest combination of syllables I’ve ever heard a grown man articulate and-”

The door banged open.  Loona gasped. “What the Fuck Stolas! What happened?” she yelled. Moxxie and Blitzø ran in. Stolas was kneeling in the centre of the room, crying loudly and uglily, and visibly covered in trash, as well as holding a garbage bag.  And he was sobbing, really going for it.

“Stolz! What happened to you babe, I swear if it was those kids down by the liquor-store I’m going to fucking kill them! Who did this to you, honey? Let go of the bag.” Said Blitzø, kneeling and grasping his hands.

“I…. I should never have gone there!” sobbed Stolas.

“Babes, put down the trash-bag. I… what? The fuck!?” “It seems to be stuck to his hands, sir. Magically.” Added Moxxie, kneeling by Stolas to examine him and trying to get him to drop the bag without actually touching the trash-covered owl.

“I Should never have gone there!” sobbed Stolas.

“I… gone where, honey?” asked Blitzø.

“W-w-Well.” Said Stolas, trying to control his breathing. “We had no customers, so I just thought I’d take a quick walk...”

“Dammit, were you trying to see Via again? I told you honey, you can’t just, damn, I- we need to be smarter about that Stolas… what happened?” asked Blitzø. “From the top?”

“From the top?” said Stolas, crying. “Okay, well-”

++ earlier that day++

Stolas Looked over the cracked phone’s lock-screen one more time, and signed.

It was awfully good of Blitz to lend him a phone whilst he was trying to get back on his feet again, although just why he had so many partly destroyed phones was a worrying question for another time. Maybe it was because of his work? And yes, it was annoying to be so reliant on him for so much. To be… tethered like this (how the tables have turned) and to be fair, he knew the only reason Blitz had parted with this junker of a phone was so he would be contactable and could be dissuaded if he did something stupid like, say, storm out of the office to go see Via again…

You’re getting in your own head. He realised, glancing one-more at the Lock-screen: Him and Blitz and Via, at loo-loo land. Not a great photo, Blitz was normally a better photographer than that, but he supposed it was a spur of the moment thing. The photo was focused on him, Via was hardly in it, and she clearly knew it.  Via… Sweet Lucifer, how had he not been able to see at the time that she didn’t want to be there? I… It was a shitty photo of what, in hindsight, was shitty day where he’d failed his daughter.

One of many. He thought.

And it was also, since he got banished, the only photo he had of her: he’d not been permitted to grab anything from the house, he didn’t have a social media presence himself, Via had set her sinstagram account to private years ago after getting creepy messages from weirdos, and it’s not like Blitz had had any particular reason to keep photographs of the daughter of the guy he was in a transactional relationship with, so this was it. One shitty photo of his daughter scowling. Seventeen years, and that was all he got.

He'd wondered, in the past, how creepy dads ended up kidnapping or stalking their own kids. It seemed monstrous, but when you found yourself in that situation, unable to even see them…

He’d set himself some ground rules. For both of their stakes, he wasn’t going to try and see her in person again… not after last time. She needed space. He needed time. They both did. And he wasn’t going to stalk her, IRL or online, that was a path to madness. But he needed something to hold onto. Just a damn photo of her.

And that’s how it’s come to this, he thought, half amused.  Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, plotting to rummage thought his own garbage in the hope that his bitch of an ex-wife has thrown out a usable photo.

This would be funny if it wasn’t so desperate.

The logic was sound, though. Stella had never exactly been sentimental, and was more than spiteful enough for this to work. Her and her awful brother had hardly been able to wait until the day after his banishment before they started throwing out his stuff. He’d noticed it when he’d walked in, to confront them that day on Sinsmass: they’d a literal dumpster where they’d been chucking his houseplants and portraits, over by the servants’ entrance. In hindsight, knowing Stella he was surprised she hadn’t just bunt it all: she’d bought nearly a hundred taxidermy owls the day she first learnt that he’d was sleeping with an imp just to burn them, and that was deranged behaviour, so he supposed he ought to thank his lucky stars that his prized possession seemed to be escaping the torch.  He’d been back several times since Sinsmass to check, and even summoned the courage to walk past and throw in an empty soda can the day before as an excuse to lift the lid: they were definitely dumping his possessions in the dumpster at the back of the place, and if he was lucky, he might be able to scrounge a photo or something else that reminded him of Via.

Just one photo. That’s not too much to ask for.  He told himself, crouching in the alleyway opposite the back of his own former palace. Just one photo, and I’ll leave happy. I just need something that shows her smiling, that’ll get me through then next few months.

Blitzy No, never that he corrected… Blitz was being very kind. Millie and Moxxie, and even Loona were being very kind. Everyone was being very kind and gentle when they spoke with him… the way you spoke to a man on a ledge. He appreciated it, there was no denying that. And they weren’t exactly wrong… his attempt to fight Andrealphus hadn’t exactly been a suicide attempt, not exactly, but it hadn’t hadn’t been one.   Since he’d seen Blitz dragged before Satan with his head on the block, he’d said fuck it to whether he lived or died several times, and yet every time, not only had he still lived, but things had gotten appreciably worse each time. He’d hit rock bottom. So even though he knew what he was about to do was stupid, and creepy, and cringy, and extremely risky, given Andrealphus had made it very clear what would happen if he caught him again… if it got him through just one more week of this, then was fine by him. When you were not only on that ledge, but dangling off it by your fingernails, every inch was worth fighting for.

One of those fringe benefits of rock bottom that no-one ever warned you about, was that insanely dangerous and anti-social behaviour suddenly had a certain quiet charm all of it’s own.  He thought to himself.

He crouched down, tail-feathers spread for balance, checked for cars, and then said fuck it one last time.

He ran.

Or at least, he attempted to.

Some of the local alley rats had apparently noticed his presence, however. And perhaps objecting to this territorial incursion, or perhaps remembering that he had snacked on one or two of them last time he was here, reconnoitring and planning out his grand heist, they attacked at about the same moment he sprung into action. As a result, what should have been him gliding across the two lanes of traffic with the grace and silence of, well, an owl, ended up with him yelling a surprised: “Ow, Bugger-fuck!?” and doing a little spin on the spot as one latched onto his ankle, followed by an undignified hopping jig into the middle of the road before he could shake the little buggers off.  Then, his timing being thrown off, came the taxi. Given his height the vehicle barely came up to his waist, and he was pretty sure that he was technically still immortal to anything that didn’t involve angelic steel, he had no particular desire to try and deal with all this with shattered limbs, so he sidestepped it sharply, spat out some interesting language he’d learnt from Blitz, and, unable to control his momentum, spiralled and spun awkwardly into the wall next to the dumpster, yelling.

Perfect stealth mission.  He thought, as the taxi honked and sped off, the driver yelling something very unpleasant and anatomically improbable about his parentage. Although knowing father, not outside the realms of possibility, he thought, rubbing his head.

“Yes? And, well… same to you, but with three horses!” he yelled back, before sighing. Blitz would have nailed it, the stealth and the cussing. He was good at this sort of thing.

Blitz was also good at talking him out of this sort of desperate nonsense, which is exactly why he’d not told him about this, he thought as he flattened himself into the wall, and looked left, then right, spinning his head in a slow 360.

Strangely, no one seemed to have noticed the crazy person fighting rats and swearing at strangers in the middle of the road. Just another beautiful day in hell. He let out a sigh of relief, and cracked open the dumpster.

Oh… the ficus titanicus hadn’t made it. A pity, it was within a few weeks of flowering, he thought moving the dead plant aside gently, and groaning, sadly. He seemed to have once again underestimated his wife, and the lengths she would go to when it came to malice.

Everything had been doused in bleach, both chlorine and peroxide, presumably to ensure that no thrown away food would remain edible for hells ever-shifting homeless population. Or was this normal? Did I do this too? He wondered, realizing he’d never asked the house staff what happened to the things he threw out. The last time he’d been here, scouting, there had been visible, undamaged books in the trash but now…  even what had been spared the flame was pulped paper, slowly dissolving in the peroxide, the words bleeding black.  Lucifer below, had she been culling his library? That seemed a bit much, even for her. He coughed, holding a wrist to his mouth, the chemical fumes were so acrid you could hardly smell the dumpster itself, it was a lot.

“No, no no no!” he muttered. “Come on, you’ve thrown out so much of my stuff already this can’t be it!” he muttered, with increasing franticness, as he climbed over the rim and stood in the dumpster, desperately raking the caustic muck with his claws, hoping for… something! Anything! This is crazy person behaviour: month two without your meds, and I see things are going swimmingly a voice in the back of his head said, quite calmy. He ignored it. Sane person behaviour hadn’t exactly worked so far, so why not mix things up? Lungs, feet and claws burning, he found a portrait at the bottom of the pile, his own face slowly dissolving into the kitchen scraps and the strata of dead maggots the lined the bottom of the dumpster. It would have been poetic if he hadn’t been so fucking frantic to find just one picture of Via.  He wiped off some trash to get a better look at the painting, and pulled it up. The paint sloughed off as soon as the angle changed, distorting the work. The upper part, which showed him remained in place, although it was blistered, but the lower half of it, which showed Octavia, parted company with the canvas entirely and flopped off into the muck.  Even a painting of her didn’t want to be seen with him, apparently.

He screamed, and smashed the painting over the edge of dumpster, taking gleeful satisfaction in the destruction of his own smug, happy, stupid crowned face. Oh. This is going well, he thought.

It got better.

There was, a loud clatter, and that was when he realised he’d been tuning out the sound of an approaching vehicle for some time. The clatter, he realised was the loading gate at the back of the palace opening, less than six feet away from him.

A truck full of imps, several of his former butlers, two Security Hellhounds, and a taller figure were standing there and looking at him with various expressions of horror. Almost, you’d think, like they’d just found a crazy man rooting around in their trash.

He would have said that was the most embarrassed he’d been in his entire life, were it not for the fact that as he turned his head slightly, he saw who the taller figure was.

“Vassago?” he asked, horrified. No, mortified.

Vas stared for a long moment, beak open, clearly just as horrified as he was by the situation. He was a good egg, and they’d always been close, but clearly neither of them was mentally prepared to find Stolas, formerly a prince of the Ars Goetia, having a full-blown mental breakdown and playing in their bins.

Vassago looked around. There was a truck backing up to the loading gate, clearly to deliver or collect something from the palace, and so there were at least a dozen imps and two hellhounds as witnesses. Stolas could see on Vas’s face the moment he realised that there was no way this wasn’t making it’s way back to Stella, and a second after that, his face hardened. He looked down, clearly humiliated to be dealing with this.

“Move it, pordiosero, this isn’t a charity.” Vas said, clearing his throat. “This is private property get out of their trash or I’ll have security chuck you out, Entiendes?”

“Vas… I.” Stolas started.

“Don’t Vas me cabrón. I don’t know you. Get lost.” He said, looking at his feet. “Just go, before this gets ugly.”

“Sir, that’s Stolas.” Muttered, one of the hellhounds, “We have orders to-”

“You think I wouldn’t recognise Stolas?” said Vassago, “Are you talking back to me?” he asked, scowling. Stolas realised that he was pissed. No, furious.

“You think I wouldn’t recognize someone I’ve known my entire life? Shut the fuck up gilipollas. The person I know, wouldn’t be rooting around in someone’s trash like a crazy beggar. The person I know, wouldn’t have fucked up this badly and gotten into a mess like this, so shut the fuck up. The person I knew wouldn’t have embarrassed themselves like that in front of everyone that matters in hell, and thrown away their only daughter in the bargain.”

“Vas, they were going to kill Blitz.” Said Stolas, trying to make him understand.

“And?! Whose fucking fault was that? I cannot believe that the person I knew would be stupid or selfish or cruel enough to put someone he loves in a position where they could get executed, let alone not have a plan for what to do if that happened! I cannot believe that anyone I know would endanger someone they cared about like that, and then not have a plan to get out of that that doesn’t involve throwing his fucking daughter to these scavengers to sink their claws into for the next hundred years. So whoever you are, you’re clearly not the person I thought I knew!”said Vassago, his voice rising several octaves, near hysterical.

“I… I..” said Stolas, fighting back tears.

“So here I am, going through Stella’s junk because apparently she can’t be trusted with a powerful magical library that belongs to the entire Goetia family, and transferring out all the important items before she can trash them, when I should be comforting my friend, and his daughter but I can’t because he’s gone and done something so incredibly reckless, that if I were to even acknowledge his exitance, it would end badly for the both of us. And on top of that, there is a crazy person routing around in the trash like a rabid mapache. So whoever you are, my day is already bad, and you are making it very difficult right now, so just go!” he yelled. “Climb out of the dumpster, and just go pordiosero.”

Crying, and feeling dirtier than he ever had, Stolas climbed out of the dumpster, barely able to see, and wondering how he’d make it home in this state.

“Hey, no, you don’t just get to walk away.” Said Vassago. “You, grab him.”

A rough hand grabbed his arm. Rex, Stolas vaguely thought. One of his own security detail, or at least they used to be.  He looked down, and the hellhound wrinkled their nose, and looked away, embarrassed.  Even they couldn’t look at him, he realised.

“You have any idea how lucky you are I was here and not Stella or Andy, tramp?” Vassago asked. “That you showed up when I was getting rid of the last of the stuff the belonged to that deadbeat Stolas that used to live here? You come back here, if they catch you here, they’ll kill you, you know that don’t you?”

“I…. I don’t care.” Cried Stolas.

“You…. You asshole!”  yelled Vassago. “There is a very sweet little girl living here, who has already gone thought far too much recently, and the last thing she needs is to see someone, even a stranger like you, killed on her doorstep, you moron! Understand?” he yelled, grabbing a random handful of trash and chucking it at Stolas in frustration. “What you do here affects her too! Hold him still, he clearly isn’t getting the message.” He scowled, storming back into the loading gate, and grabbing a black trash bag. “You want trash? Take some!” he yelled, throwing a bag at his head and narrowly missing. “You want to do this? You really want to go, cousin? I’ll give you trash!” he yelled, throwing another bag, that hit Stolas in the chest and exploded. The hellhound holding him flinched, but did not let go. One of the imps, someone who Stolas had known for 15 years and always tipped, bonus every birthday, laughed.  And why wouldn’t they? Stolas realised. A current prince of the Ars Goetia, standing in the trash and throwing a spectacular camp gay hissy fit, while also throwing garbage at a former prince? This was content you couldn’t get even on pay-per-view, not even on those weird nasty channels the V’s ran. Vassago fished around in the loading gate, amongst the crates and boxes looking every bit a crazed as Stolas felt, before grabbing a specific large trash-bag that seemed to fit his needs, and then stomped over.

“You need a reminder not to come back here, it’s not good for your health, and you’re not the only one who could get hurt, understood?” he said, and if Stolas had been able to see through the tears he might have picked up on something unsaid in the eye contact he was being given. “You want trash? then take it.” said Vassago, pressing the bag into his hands. Stolas felt the power wash over him, the old familiar tingle of magic. Funny how soon you forgot what it felt like.

“You will take this home with you, and be unable to drop this or otherwise discard it until you reach whatever passes as home for you now.” Commanded the Deamon Prince, eyes glowing, his hands over Stolas’s, warm. “You need to be reminded of who you are, and the consequences that await you and this family if you come back here and get caught like this again.” The power peaked, and Stolas gasped and fell to his knees, still holding the bag, unable to drop it. Vassago turned his back on them, but then hesitated a moment, looking like he was about to say something.

He didn’t, instead he walked back over to the crew of imps and began giving them commands, removing the last traces of Stolas from what had once been his home.

Prince Stolas of the Ars Goetia, or someone who had once been him, fled the scene, crying.

+++

“Oh that fucking asshole!” yelled Blitzø. “I’m going to kill him! I’m going to… Mox, look up a recipe for roast parrot. I going to fucking kill him!”

“I, no, it’s okay.” Said Stolas. “He was right, I wasn’t thinking. If, it Andrealphus had caught me there, he’d have killed me in front of Via. I was stupid, it was so stupid to go back there. I just… I thought he was my friend why would he be so cruel about it? I can’t even let go of this stupid trash bag!”

“Hey, hey there Stoltz. Its okay.” Blitzø said, clasping his hands. “You… you trust me right? You feal at home with me, don’t you babe?”

Stolas coughed, trying to laugh thought the tears. “Yes, and that’s the only reason any of this is at all bearable.”

“Then if I’m home to you, just let go.” Stolas looks surprised for a moment, and the smiled, and dopped the bag. He then gasped as Blitzø went in for a hug.

“Oh, Blitz don’t I’m filthy, you’ll get dirty.” He said, smiling thought tears and burrowing his face into his shoulder.

“Oh, yeah, you fucking stink right now. Well, too bad that you need a hug more than you need a shower, so you’re getting hugged first. Besides, gives us an excuse to shower together… if you get my drift.”

“Ew, dad don’t have sex with him in the bathroom again, it’s fucking weird.” Said Loona, gagging.

“Loony, just, just go see a movie tonight, I need the apartment if you get me? Moxxie, lose the trash bag, I don’t think we need any reminders of how bad this day had been so far.”

Moxxie nodded, picked up the bag, and then froze, moving it this way and that, feeling the weight. He paused, and looked at how it was sealed, neatly taped shut with electrical tape rather than knotted. He unpeeled a corner and examined it, very cautiously.

“Stolas, sir, you said that Vassago went and picked out a specific bag before magically gluing it to you?” he asked.

“Yes? Oh god, it was so heavy. Couldn’t he have picked a lighter one?”

“And… and you say he was removing the last of your things from the palace?” asked Moxxie, shaking the bag gently.

“Oh, don’t remind me. It will look just awful in there now, you have no idea what Stella and Andy will do to a room unsupervised…”

“I… not my point. Blitz, sir, you remember how you always complained about me double bagging the trash?”

“Yes, Moxxie, because this is hell, and no-one cares if the bags rip. Just throw it out the window like everyone else. The bags cost money. You want to double bag things at home you can, but not in the fucking office.”

“What about triple bag?” he asked. “Or quadruple?”

Blitzø snorted. “Mox, even when we were disposing of body parts we didn’t quad bag. You’d only do that if you were insane, or desperate that whatever was in the bag stayed dry.”

“Yes. Exactly what I thought.” Said Moxxie, frowning.

“Why?” asked Blitzø, still hugging.

“This bag is quad bagged sir. It’s also marked with a sticker. Prin- er… Stolas, sir, you said you’d been to check out this dumpster before.”

“Oh god, don’t remind me…”

“Did anyone see you?” Asked Moxxie.

“I… I don’t know. I think I was fairly inconspicuous…”

“Honey, I love you, but you’re ten foot tall and a former prince: you’re not incon-fucking-anything, someone definitely saw you.” Said Blitzø

“Ugg, don’t say that! How embarrassing!”

“No, I mean… I… I think sir, that someone wanted you to have this specific bag. Like they were planning it.” Said Moxxie.

“I… what makes you think that?” asked Stolas.

“The sticker is your Sigil, sir. I think Vassago wanted you to find this specific bag, and you just blundered in on him whilst he was planting it.”

There was a pregnant pause.

“I… he did insist a leave with it.” Said Stolas, after a moment. “I mean, he even cursed me so I couldn’t drop it until I reached home.”

“Yeah, and even if he was trying to embarrass you or teach you a lesson, that’s still pretty fucking weird.” Said Blitzø.

“Plus” said Loona.” “Stella’s little imp butlers were there, it’s not like he could have just been nice to you and hand it over, he’d have to make a scene if he knew he was being watched and it would get back to the other Goetia.”

They all looked at the bag for a moment, then at Stolas, who nodded.

“Open it.”

Moxxie nodded back, and held out his hand for a knife, and only when one didn’t instantly drop into his palm he remembered that Millie wasn’t there. I miss you honey. I hope you’re okay. He thought, reaching for his lapel. A belt was the obvious place to keep a concealed knife… too obvious.  You could hide a good-sized blade behind a lapel or rolled cuff, or in coat-tails, if you were clever about it and if you used a buttonhole flower or pin to hide the way the extra weight would make the jacket sit. Since his last run-in with Striker, he’d decided to invest in some little tricks, just in case anyone (other than perhaps Millie) ever tried to choke him again.

He pushed the idea that the only reason he’d ever stopped wearing a lapel knife in the first place was because it reminded him of Dad deep, deep down, and cut the bag, at the bottom like he did with letters, so best to avoid any booby-trap. The innards spilled out.

Stolas gasped. He wiped his hands on his pants to clean then and then delicately reached over, trembling, and picked up a book. Purple. For a brief moment he’d thought it was his grimoire, before realising it was nothing so trivial, and far more precious.

“My photo album. I… Octavia’s baby photos are in here. Oh, Vassago…”

“He… he must have known he couldn’t help you openly, so he improvised.” Said Blitzø. “Clever.”

“I, there’s that, there’s some of my romance novels… carnivorous plant seeds? These are shop-bought, I didn’t own these, he must have ordered them special… oh gods he’s packed my good bathrobe too… that’s nice. I, I think there’s some money here as well, or look, Blitzy, dried Koi snacks! I, oh Vassago, you good egg. Clever, clever… I thought I lost that years ago, you always were good at finding things Vas...” said Stolas, rummaging around, spreading the contents out on the ground. There were some sentimental things, but they were mixed in with practical, useful items: His anti-depressants, and a pre-paid prescription chit for more of them, as well as things of a more esoteric nature.

“Is that a fucking protective amulet?” asked Blitzø, “I’ve seen one of those before!”

“Shadow Warding Sigil,” Stolas said, standing to hold it to the light. “Not protection, concealment, stops you being perceived by you enemies unless you try to directly harm them oh… Vassago did warn me that there would be consequences if I was caught again, do you think that’s what’s he meant? Oh Vas, you clever boy…very nice.  And look, details of the security changes Stella has made to the palace, now that is useful… what’s this?” asked Stolas, picking up a small hard-drive.

“Did you own a computer?” asked Moxxie, taking the hard-drive and truing over in his hands

“I… I preferred books, but there was one in the house I used. A small laptop.”

“Mammonsoft?” he asked, looking at the hard-drive.  Generic, cheaply made in Greed. Clunky.

“Um, No?” asked Stolas, a trifle amused. “It was a touch more bougie than that dear. Serpent and Apple, iPride 10 series. Snow-duck? Cloud-duck? Backflip-duck? I forget the exact model.”

“This is from a desktop, a big one, probably old: it’s a mechanical, not a solid state. And this.” Said Moxxie, picking up a phone.  “Yours?”

“Ugg, Stolas I know you’re gay as shit but rhinestones, seriously?” asked Blitzø.

“Believe it or not, that’s not mine. I’m not saying I wouldn’t go for a flamboyant designer phone case, darling, but that’s a bit… pink… for my tastes. Via’s?”

Loona snorted. “No self respecting goth or emo would be caught dead with that ugly ass phone case, and when’s the last time you saw her with something pink without black accents, Stolas? When she was five? And also, Fucking Channel? The fucking nazi collaborator? I thought her dumb fashion house for stuck-up pricks up in Pent city kept getting fire-bombed? Ugg, no. Besides, that is not a teenager’s phone. Not with how often she’s on Sinstagram.”

“You spotted it too?” asked Moxxie.

“Spotted what?” said Blitzø, squinting at the phone case suspiciously.

“There’s no camera, sir. No front facing, and no main. A smartphone with no camera functionality at all. And it’s not broken, it’s designed like that.” He examined the back, and then pried the casing off, carefully, in case of some hidden trap.

“Pay-as-you-go sim,” he declared, after a moment.  “No serial numbers on the phone’s innards, no makers mark, and no SD card slot. I’ll bet there’s no bluefang either, and everything’s probably end-to-end.  It’s a burner. The case is tacky, but the phone itself is a very high-end burner.” Moxxie then examined the case again. “And those aren’t rhinestones Blitzø: I think these are real?” he held it out to Stolas, who glanced at it for a moment.

 “Diamonds, bad ones but still diamonds, spinel, and pink sapphire. All under a tenth of a carat, hand-cut, in rose-gold: the child-labour special.” The Owl said, dismissively. “Precious stones are one of my specialities.” He added, after a moment. 

“Humm, and who in your house would have a high-end encrypted burner phone with a pink case that screams more money than taste, Stolly?” Asked Blitzø, wiggling his eyebrows.

“It’s encrypted. Password protected. We get two wrong attempts, and it wipes the memory, sir.” Said Moxxie.

Stolas went very quiet for some time. Face unreadable.

“130389.” He said, with confidence. “There won’t be face recognition without a camera, and the fingerprint reader won’t be set up: avian’s don’t have fingerprints.” He said, finally.

“130389” asked Blitzø “Are you sure?”

“Certainly: it won’t be our anniversary, and if it’s Via’s birthday, then I’ve not given her enough credit as a mother. No, she’ll have put her own birthday, I’d bet my life on it.”

“Thirteen? You rich folks have a secret month you’re not telling the rest of us about, or something?” asked Blitzø.

“The Ars Goetia use European date conventions, sir. Day-month-year.” Said Moxxie, a second before Stolas could. He fiddled with the phone, nervously.

Blitzø moved to hug Stolas again, putting an arm gently around his back. Or at least that was the plan: now that Stolas was standing, due to the height difference he ended up putting it across his lower thigh. “Who, hang on there, hold our collective horses, guys… I mean, I know she’s a bitch, but Stolz, do you really think your ex-wife is dumb enough to set the pin on her secret, illegal encrypted burner phone to her own bithda-”

“I’m in.” said Moxxie.

“God-dammit, how’d we ever get beaten by the stupid cow?” asked Blitzø, rubbing his eyes. “What did we get?”

Moxxie grinned evilly, and handed the phone over to Blitzø. “Oh, not much sir… just Striker’s contact number and Linked-in, among some other things…”

“Oh god look at that profile picture, what a nerd! HA!”

Stolas noticed something tucked in between the discarded phone case, and what would have been the back of the phone. He picked it up, and turned it over in his long feathered fingers, squinting at it. An almost blank business card for what looked like, what? A techie boutique? A factory? It didn’t actually say what the business was, just a name and an address. Up in Pentagram City.

“Who the Fuck is Carmilla?” he asked.

Might to a part 2 named "Another man's treasure" if I feel compleled to.Enjoy. EDIT: Made the part 2:

https://www.tumblr.com/kinsey3furry300/782096998396510208/caved-yet-again-and-wrote-a-part-2-to-the-damn-gay?source=share

[youremyheaven]

https://www.tumblr.com/youremyheaven/757046870112681984/httpswwwtumblrcomyouremyheaven75703907683788?source=share 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭ohh my god really my college boys are so immature 😫😫 that's why they treat my freinds like this btw your 24 are you pursuing you master's or job really i am studying in college and intrested in vedic ans stuff but bruhh i hate my college boys they are just 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 we all need a responsible man just like him hope i find one can you tell what your experience in first relationship and firt time in ✨️it ( if you not comfortable don't tell just need some advice) AND FOR YOU I AM MANIFESTING THAT GUY AS YOUR HUSBAND

Cheek dapat dam dam chuu swaha ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️ heaven giel get this guy as husband with more greatness 👏

😭😭😭🥹🥹🥹🥺🥺🥺you're SOOOO SWEET, pura ka pura cutie pie <333

i graduated already and im just working at the moment. i dont really feel like studying further tbh lmao and im entering an industry where work exp matters more than degrees so✌🏻

and yes college boys will always be shitty, dont lose hope, after college you'll meet better guys!!! <3 and the thing is dudes under 25 are just little boys,, veryyyy few of them are mature and this guy is the rare exception

NSFW CONTENT MINORS DNI

my first time was when i was 16-17 and the guy was 18 and a major asshole and he forced me to "date" him and then he r*ped me 🤡🤡🤡so i technically lost my virginity to r*pe but i dont want to think about that or consider that as my first time

i had my first "real" boyfriend in 12th grade and on Farewell day (its like the Indian version of Prom for all of you non-desis) he took me to his house and no one was home so we banged hehe<3333 he had a huge dick and it hurt and im pretty sure the whole thing did not fit lmao

i feel like a lot of virgins dont understand this but (and this also depends on the guy's penis size) penises dont often go all the way in when you're having sex for the first time!! and it takes a while for your punani to stretch comfortably and "take" d*ck. ALWAYS USE LUBE, the more lubricated you are down there, the easier it will be to take him in. your partner should be understanding and considerate of the fact that penetration is a physically painful experience initially and they should do whatever they can to make it less so.

that said, penetration SHOULD NOT HURT after the first few times, it SHOULD feel good. you dont have to be waxed bare down there or anything, obviously its nice to be groomed but its okay to have a little hair (or a full bush, thats up to you but i feel like first impressions matter so i like to keep it trimmed hehe, ik a lot of feminists are going to be like 😠😠no i wont shave for a man😠😠 but honestly he's shaving his balls for me and id feel a bit awkward if he was veryyy hairy down there so i get it and dont mind grooming in return<33)

sex should be enjoyable for both parties??? and remember real life is not porn!! he's not going to last for 6 hours and neither do you want him to because being pounded into for more than like 10 mins is annoying tbh and you'd just wish he'd come asap ,,, remember that sex is like physical exercise so u get tired after a while,, the whole "fuck all night" stuff is rare and mostly happens in movies lmao,, as long as you have time with them, you can go multiple rounds but feeling tired is real asf

ALWAYS USE PROTECTION, they might try to pull the "my dick is too big for these local condoms/it doesnt feel good with condoms" etc excuses BUT TRUST ME THOSE ARE LIES,, just USE PROTECTION

in india, we have something called an "i-pill" (morning after pill for non desis) and its less than 100 bucks at the medical store. no one will ask you anything for getting it, they usually dont care so dont hesitate!!! its better if the guy can get it for you and if your guy wont even buy you an i-pill then should you even be having sex with him????

there are side effects to taking the i-pill, your period may be late/have heavy flow/irregular bleeding, or you can experience nausea/dizziness etc after taking it. thankfully i have no symptoms and it feels normal ish but exercise CAUTION!!!

put a pillow under your back when you have sex, it helps make it hurt less!! bc your back is supported.

always clean up after you have sex!! go take a shower, gargle your mouth, make sure you dont have any of his cum near your kitty because semen will find its way inside you in mysterious ways 💀💀

STAY SAFE, HAVE FUN <333

AYYYYY 😭😭😭idk about husband stuff yet but I do hope my future husband is just as attentive, caring, considerate, loving, warm and kind as him

but u are soooo sweet MWAH MWAH

love,

Heaven

[the-morningstar-family]

How far until Alastor's due?

They stand in the kitchen, cooking with effortless synchronization, as they had never been separated. It's been a soft, nice quiet, one they'd sometimes fallen into when cooking.

Theadora: “So… What’s it like bein’ with the ol’ devil?”

Alastor stops short. Her tone is playful, not mad. Still, there's a bit of inquiry in her voice.

Alastor: “... It was certainly unexpected. Really, he is the first I have that sort of interest at all”

She stops her cutting, to look at him directly, he similarly stops. Her face is still soft, but serious now.

Theodora: “Is he treatin' you good, dear?”

They both deeply know what a horrible husband can do. Alastor takes her hands.

Alastor: “For being the devil, he is kinder than most men on earth. He is not without his faults, of course. But we truly love each other. I wish you would have had the same”

The angel pushes some hair out of her son's face, as if he's worth everything.

Theadora: “It's alright my dear”

Alastor, shaking his head: “It never was.”

She pulls him closer. The smell of her hair is the same as years ago. Tears are inevitable, here. And Theadora was never one to hide them away.

Theodora: “He sure seems sweet enough when he ain't puttin' on no show.”

Alastor, chuckling: “He is very bad at first impressions”

Though it hurts to let go, they have food to prepare. They continue cutting the ingredients.

Theodora: “I meant what I said. Y'all oughta really stick to a schedule, dear.”

Alastor, smiling: “You did always value that”

Theodora: “Fer a reason. Your little ones need rhythm. Let ‘em feel the world ain't unravelin’ around them. It sure helped ya when times was hard…”

Alastor: “I don't even remember a time where you didn't do that”

Theodora: “‘Course not. You was so young when I began dat…”

Time can ache. Of course he doesn't want to go back to then. Not with the world they lived in, not with the man they lived with. But he would love to capsule those lovely moments, where the both of them cooked, or played or just sat together in a warm embrace alone. With the rest of the universe locked outside.

Alastor: “We can try it, yes…”

Theodora: “Good. Now go on an' tell your mama, how far y'are with those buns in the oven?”

Alastor: “Twenty weeks”

His mother makes a sound of displeasure, putting her hands on her hips, looking like she's about to scold him.

Theodora: “An' you been sittin' like dat da whole time? Oh, I gonna show ya a thing or two!”

Alastor smirks bemused.

Alastor: “I am unsure if that's a threat or a an offer”

Theodora: “Don't get smart, sugar. It gonna be a threat if you keep dat up.”

To drive the point home, one of the babies makes an excellent kick into his ribs. He grimaces.

Theodora: “See? Dey already agree with me!”

Alastor: “Mhm, they Side with everyone but me”

Theodora: “Rub your belly in circles, gentle now. Might soothe 'em a bit.”

Alastor: “Yes, that is better”

And they cook. Because when the emotions are too high, that is what they've always done