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lilyxhn · 2 months ago

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Relieving stress.

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Synopsis: Your wife had a stressful day and needs you.

Warning: smut, g!p Jenna x reader, dom!jenna, sub!reader, dirty talk, mommy kink, nicknames, blowjob, P in V unprotected, degradation, dacryphilia, begging, breeding, creampie and some stuff.

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The clock on the wall was moving slowly with each second, it was getting closer to the time when your wife would return from work, as she had promised that morning. You were relaxing on the couch in your shared apartment, watching a show on television, completely absorbed in the content in front of you, and then you heard a repeated vibration coming from the phone next to you and curiously, you decided to check it.

Amore Mio: I'll be arriving in 10 minutes, wait for me on your knees in the room and with the new lingerie I gave you.

Without waiting a second longer, you promptly stand up from your seat, anxiety coursing through your veins at the mere thought of what would happen to you once Jenna returned. Once inside the spacious room, you shed your current clothes and rummage through the closet for the new lingerie set indicated, finding it inside a crimson red embroidered box. “Finally.” you think to yourself.

Minutes after you get ready, you hear the sound of the front door being unlocked by the password, which is your wedding anniversary date, and you immediately decide to kneel on the soft carpet next to the bed, waiting for her. Jenna enters the room in complete silence, her expression serious, indicating accumulated tension that would probably turn into anger, this was your end.

As she unbuttons her red blazer and takes it off her body, she throws it on the armchair and walks towards you, stopping in front of you and observing you before starting to speak.

"Have you behaved well during the day, cara mia?" she questioned with false affection, her cold hands going towards your chin, gently pulling so she can study your expression.

Your nervousness was noticeable, she could smell it from afar.

"Yes." You pause briefly, thinking about what you should call her. "Yes, mommy. I behaved well." Your voice, surprisingly, manages to sound confident and Jenna smiles genuinely, increasing the tension between you.

"Good." She murmurs. "But I feel like something is missing, where is your collar?"

Shit, you forgot.

Your gaze wavered for a few seconds, your mind churning as did your stomach in a failed attempt to keep your self-confidence intact. But Jenna was here, and from the affection she was showing, you felt that she would spare you from any punishments.

Before you could respond, Jenna walked on her high heels to the dresser drawer, opening it and taking out a black collar with your name embroidered on the gold pendant, it was your wife's favorite.

"As always, I have to take care of everything, don't I? You're so dumb that you couldn't even remember to do something simple." She speaks in a sarcastic way, her tone bordering on stress. Standing in front of you again, she puts your hair in front of your shoulder, only to fit the collar around your neck, then, she steps away with a few steps. "That's better. Now, come here."

With those words, you swallow hard and start crawling towards her, getting so close to her that you could smell her french perfume.

"Unbutton my pants, slowly." Jenna orders, pushing your hair back as you unbutton the buttons on her dress pants and slowly remove the pants from her hips, leaving her in just a pair of black underwear that had a clear bulge.

If you were tense before, now that feeling has intensified. No matter how many times you have done this, it will always be like the first time, where you felt small and inferior to that woman's dominance. Without waiting for any more orders and knowing what to do, you pull down her underwear, your fingers trembling genuinely with the anticipation of what you were going to do next.

Her cock quickly springs free, the red glans hitting your nose as pre-cum drips down the tip, you swallow hard and for a few seconds, you forget to breathe.

"You already know what to do." Jenna says in a slightly hoarse voice, guiding the thick shaft towards your lips, pressing there with a naughty smile on her face.

You open your mouth, collecting the leaking liquid with your tongue and circling it around the head before slowly descending. Your movements were hesitant and careful, sucking every inch of her trying to take a good part of the shaft. Short sighs escape your wife's mouth, who holds your hair to make your job easier, however, this was making her impatient and even more nervous.

"Fuck- this isn’t working." She mutters, and in a frustrated growl, she shoves the entire length down your throat, making you widen your eyes and cough at the sudden movement. "You lost the habit? You’re fucking pathetic."

Jenna then begins to move, moaning softly as she feels how your mouth molds perfectly around her shaft. You drool, feeling the saliva accumulate on the edge of your mouth as the cock moves back and forth, making you choke and cough with a few tears forming in your eyes.

"Such a greedy slut, fuck- I love how you cry taking my cock." She exclaims with a heavy breath, fucking your throat as if she was taking out the frustrations of the day in that act.

Your hands go straight to her thighs, slapping them as if silently begging for air, tears flowed freely down your flushed cheeks and that pressure of the throbbing cock in your mouth was enough to make your panties wet, bringing discomfort between your legs.

Jenna smiles at the sight before her, you looked so perfect on your knees and with your face dripping wet, it was hard for her to hold back her own orgasm that was getting closer by the second. The grip on your hair tightens and a knot forms in her lower stomach as the thrusting continues. With one last throb of your tongue and a hoarse moan from Jenna, you feel your mouth quickly being filled with hot, bittersweet cum, coughing as you feel the liquid trickle down your throat, and then you manage to pull away.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you tried to catch your breath, your chin was wet with your own saliva and cum and your face was flushed from what had just happened. Just when you thought it was over, Jenna quickly grabbed you by the collar around your neck, dragging you to the king sized bed you shared every night.

"J-Jenna, please!" You exclaim, feeling your own clit throb with the pull on your collar, being thrown onto the bed by your wife. At this point, you were sure you wouldn't be alive at the end of the night to tell the history.

“What did you call me?” She questioned, her jaw clenching as she frowned, secretly daring you to repeat it.

"Mommy! I meant mommy! Please forgive me." your voice was breaking, needing a lot of effort not to stutter at this point.

A slap is quickly delivered to your face and you can feel a strong burning sensation taking over your cheek, which has left a red mark.

"you stupid, how many times do I have to correct you for you start calling me the right way? " She growls, climbing onto the bed and pulling your legs so she can stand between them. "Color?"

"G-Green." You start to stutter with tears welling up in your eyes again, drawing a smile from your wife.

"Good." She puts her hand on the waistband of your lingerie, pulling it down and passing it over your legs so she can remove it from your body. And the sparkle in Jenna's eyes was noticeable as she saw how soaked your panties were. "It's unbelievable that you got wet just by sucking my cock." She laughs.

Jenna brings the panties closer to your face, indicating that you should open your mouth. As soon as you obey, she shoves the fabric into your mouth, making you taste your own arousal. And without saying anything else, she guides her cock towards your pussy, thrusting into you without warning. A muffled scream escaped your lips around the panties as you felt the thick length stretching you for the first time that day, hitting your cervix all at once.

"Poor baby, have you forgotten what it’s like to have mommy’s cock inside you? Don’t worry, I’m here to remind you." She mocks you a little breathlessly, grabbing your waist and moving against you repeatedly.

Your breath starts to falter with each thrust into your pussy, the feeling of having your wife's cock buried inside you being so good that it made you scream in pleasure, even though your mouth was covered. Your hands go to her shoulders, squeezing and digging your nails into her skin, making her moan along with you.

"Fuck- My hot whore, I want to put my babies in you so bad." She exclaimed breathlessly, squeezing your hips as she penetrated your pussy, her hand went down to your clit, her fingers massaging with some pressure just to drive you crazy.

"Mommy, please-" You mumble in a muffled voice, feeling your drool slowly drip from your mouth with each moan that escaped.

And then you feel the head of her dick brush against your sweet spot, eliciting a scream and making you writhe on the creaky mattress. By this point, you were crying with pleasure, salty tears continuing to stream down your face. You desperately needed to cum and just whimpering wouldn't be enough.

"Please, what? Can't think straight anymore, huh?" She gasps , removing her hand from your clit to pull the panties out of your mouth as she continues to pound your tight hole. "Tell me what you need, baby."

"C-Cum! I want to cum!" You manage to say loudly, whimpering pathetically and closing your eyes tightly to try to hold back more tears.

"And you think you deserve to cum? All I see is a stupid slut who can only cry." Her voice sounded hoarse and with evident desire, she was panting close to your face due to the rough movements inside you.

"Yes, I deserve it! Please, l-let me cum." You begged at the top of your lungs, that pressure in your lower stomach was suffocating you, you craved an orgasm and being pushed to the edge with every movement made you go crazy.

"How cute, asking like that makes me want to give in." Jenna murmurs, moaning close to your ear, her hand going down once more to stimulate your throbbing clit. "You'll have to wait for me."

As silent as they remained after that, the room was filled with noises, the wet sound of thrusts, the mingled moans and even the bed creaking frantically beneath you both. Jenna was determined, she would make sure you felt full and satisfied until the end of the night.

She could feel herself coming to orgasm just as you did, her movements faltering little by little as her breathing became more labored. Your wife gripped your thigh, pulling it up to giving her more access to your soaking wet pussy.

"I'm going to fill you up so much that after tonight you'll be pregnant, there'll be no escape." She groans breathlessly, the moans mixing in sync. You were absurdly close, your hand desperately searching for something to hold on to as your legs began to tremble. "Cum for me, cara mia."

With those words, your eyes close tightly as you let yourself go. You feel that accumulated tension being released along with strong tremors that came to the surface, your screams were absurdly delicious to Jenna's ears, who can't contain herself, and reaches climax along with you. Long jets of hot semen are shot deep inside your hole, making her moan and stop moving, allowing herself to empty into your heat.

Seconds after your both come down from the peak, Jenna slowly pulls out of you, making the white liquid to start escaping from inside you.

"That was so fucking good, holy shit.” Your wife gasps, her chest rising and falling just like yours. You shift in bed so you can sit up, your legs feeling weak. “You have no idea how much relief that gave me, thank you.”

She gently leans in to kiss you, her full lips meeting yours warmly as if the affection she felt for you has returned.

written by lily.

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thatonebabybat · 1 year ago

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Being Masc & Goth

This blog usually isn't fashion-focused, but I was thinking about alt fashion and how it's sometimes a struggle to figure out how to style things in a masc way if you're interested in darkalt fashion, but you don't want to go too casual or basic with it. So I thought I'd throw together some tips, link some DIYs, and maybe throw in a few moodboards. I want to preface this with one thing: You do NOT have to adhere to traditional gender roles. Fuck anyone who tells you that you do. If you're a guy and you want to get into alt fashion don't let anyone tell you that you can't pull off a skirt or a dress or a strappy top. Literally the whole point of being alt is Doing Whatever The Hell You Want Forever. However, not everyone feels comfortable in that (I made this post because I'm transmasc and sometimes the long gothic dresses make me dysphoric), and not everyone is safe to do that ( as much as it sucks ass, if you live in a conservative area sometimes it can be genuinely dangerous for guys to wear makeup and dresses in public, and your safety should always come first), so I thought I'd lay out some tips on how to dress alt and masc from my own experience. I'm still learning so feel free to leave your own advice in the replies or reblogs! General Styling Tips: - Jackets. Jackets, jackets, jackets. Something about a big jacket always seems to give an outfit a more masc energy, and adding a cool jacket to an outfit can be a great way to elevate it and add some extra visual interest. I like black blazers, leather jackets, and black denim jackets in particular, but vests (formal menswear ones or more casual denim or leather ones) can work well too, especially in hot weather. - Any basic black pair of jeans will look 100x more alt if you loosely attach some chains to the pockets or belt loops. Also, pants with wider legs tend to look more masc than tighter fits. not sure why. Slacks can also be a really good and underrated option. - If you want to find good headwear, cool sunglasses have never failed me. You may be able to take some inspiration from Ouji fashion as well, but that's just my personal taste. - If you have a basic piece around, you can add pins, patches, safety pins, etc for a more casual look, or if you're going for something more formal, trims and lace details and embroidery can really add interest and elegance to it. (if you can't sew, you can order iron-on embroidered patches online or find them in craft stores that'll do the trick just fine.) This can take your pair of slacks or plain black blazer and turn it into a piece of formal gothic menswear you can make a staple of your wardrobe. - Find inspiration in your favorite goth artists. There's a lot of really cool goth music out there and a lot of those bands get really innovative with their looks! Figure out what you like about their style and try incorporating a few things in, it's fun! - If you have an alt wardrobe already but it just seems like something's missing or it could use some interest, try switching up the silhouettes or adding an extra layer! Seriously, don't be scared of playing with textures and sleeve shapes! I see a lot of dudes who just wear a band tee and a pair of jeans all the time, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that, that can be a great look! But I think a lot of dudes just genuinely think that that's their only option and that everything else just "wasn't made for them" and that makes me a little sad. shred up some shirts and layer them, wear some bell sleeves, throw some extra safety pins or studs on, have fun! No one said masc fashion couldn't be fun. Unisex/Masc DIY Videos I Found:

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... And Some Inspiration!

[These are all goth music artists, I wrote the band/artist names in small text on the images that were not already watermarked for those who are curious]

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mead-iocre · 1 month ago

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spoiled!reader who grew up going to a prestigious boarding school nestled between mountains in switzerland. breakfast at the dinning hall involved freshly baked pastries, aristinal breads, cheese boards, and locally sourced fruits that aren't even in seaosn. she gets taught latin on wednesdays and fridays, and horseback riding is part of the curriculum. fencing was optional, and the classes were always crowded, so she chose polo instead. the uniform was a crisp white blouse, tucked neatly into the pleats of italian cotton plaid skirt. the navy blazer, with the school crest—a silver eagle-- hand embroidered and shining proudly on the pocket. shoes had to be only the finest leather shoes, matte not shiny so no one stands out, and preferably with a inch or two heel for the girls. she detested the uniforms because it made everyone bland and constricted individual expression. also: her miu miu heels were not made to wear with an ugly plaid skirt.

as a result of being away from home so often for most of her childhood, she grows up quite detached from her parents. she's independent but because she really had no other choice. birthdays and christmases were always lavish, but never sentimental. every year she would get an email from her parents with a short, straight forward "happy birthday" and some more money added to her card that day. even though her family had a lot of it, money was always conditional. father’s greetings over the phone always start with “if” and mother’s favourite word was “but”.

"if you continue to get full merits on your quarterly report cards then we'll buy you that bag you've been asking for" or "your teacher says you have gone down a rank-- from top of the class to third which isn’t too bad but it’s disappointing" and "if you want to be home for Christmas, you'll finish and submit your project early or else Daddy won't pay for a flight"

as a result, spoiled!reader grew up thinking money was conditional. that whenever someone spent money on her, she needed to do something to earn it. but when she met leah that all changed. spoiled!reader will never forget their first date when she offered to split the bill (like she does with every single date she has ever been on), but leah adamantly refused. she waited for the condition to come, the "well since I payed you for you, owe me another date" because it always came sooner or later, but there was none. leah ended up getting that second date, and the third and the fourth...

so now as you ascend the stairs into the looming doors of the school entrance, it isn't as scary anymore. what used to be a place of dullness and routine, is now a mere memory tucked into the furthest places in your mind. you pull the hand that's holding leah, eagerly stepping into the grand foyer where you recognizes a few familiar faces. your pink Fendi heels, shiny not matte because you want to stand out, click clanking against the marble floor as you lead leah into the high school class reunion. some of the people in this room you have not seen once in 10 years.

"are you ready to meet the most pretentious, self-absorbed people you'll ever meet?" you whispers to your lover.

leah entwines your fingers together and gives you a grin. "remember, the safe word is apples"

in the middle of the conversation between acquaintances not friends, they speak about their current lives. subtle drags about how they can appear more fulfilled and better than the woman standing next to them. talks about law school and medical school, about how hard it's been to manage their careers. fruitless stories about how they were all busy these days that it was even a miracle they could attend the reunion. eventually, they turn their conversation to you. "what are you doing these days?"

swallowing the last sip of vintage white, you smile. "I still work at the magazine but part time now"

"oh."

you catch the note of pity in their voices, willing yourself to hold the smile threatening to crack on your face. you wanted to yank the tacky pearl necklace that rests against her collarbones. Veronica never liked you, even back then.

"Don't you want to do something with your life? You know, instead of wasting your days at some desk job"

Leah stiffens beside you, her grip on your hand tighter than it was a minute ago.

"I don't mind it, actually", your reply is curt. "My job allows flexibility for when I have to join Leah for away games and whenever I have to travel with her for work. One day we'll be in London and the next day we'll be in New York for fashion week events"

They nod along but they're obviously not too impressed. which is fine because you weren't here to impress them or participate in this little game they've invented about who has a better life post-high school. "I'm actually quite spoiled these days"

"Ahh still being spoilt by mummy and daddy?" she meant it teasingly probably but you caught the hint of scorn in her tone.

From your peripheral, you notice Leah talking a small step forward, positioning herself so that she is almost shielding you from the rest of them. her height towering slightly over the other women in your group. you notice the stiffness in her jaw and the way her eyebrows lift in mockery. she chuckles slightly into the rim of her wine glass "yeah her daddy definitely spoils her"

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idk what I just wrote but i typed out that last bit with the biggest cheesy grin on my face lol

I'm sorry if this wasn't exactly what you were asking for, anon. if you want something else please send me another prompt in my inbox <333333

*This work is my original creation. Please don’t copy, share, or translate it without asking for my permission. Thanks for respecting that!

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addictedbespoke · 2 years ago

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sugojosgf · 7 months ago

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i'm working late 'cause I'm an singer intern

﹒ nanami ﹕☆ ﹟ fem · prns ㅤ࣭ ㅤׂ : ᯓ cw : fluff , eeeny bit suggestive , pre - relationship ! ﹐

should've checked the weather app this morning, lucky that you have your savior right ?

it's almost night when you stand in front of your bus stop, waiting. they had you working overtime and it made you physically sick. the moon looks at you in pity and the winter winds don't bother to stop, your pencil skirt a tad bit shorter.

well, that wasn't really your fault. your roommate had to do the laundry and she ended up shrinking all your clothes, making you look like you are playing the role of a slutty intern. you pull down your skirt, knees wobbling in the cold.

you forgot to check the weather that morning too, now you stand shivering without a jacket. you desperately wish your bus would come already. you sigh, pulling your phone out.

you don't get to scroll much before a car parks before you. the window slowly rolls down. the moonlight lights up the dark interior of the car and you see none other than nanami, your workplace crush and a recent source for caffeine.

"nanami ?"

his eyes turn into crescents and he smiles at you with a slight nod. he looks warm, dressed impeccably as usual but it's covered with a blue jumper, a small leopard embroidered right on the left of his chest. he looks like a man that makes sure to check the forecast in the morning.

"you look a little...cold."

you frown and try not to roll your eyes at him, he obviously could see the way your teeth clattered and body shook. holding yourself as you push away your displaced anger, you answer.

"ah! y-yes, it's a little chilly out here."

he laughs, teeth shining and genuine happiness showing through his tired eyes. he turns to the passenger seat and picks something up, and holds it out for you through his window.

it's his blazer, the one that's always neatly pressed and definitely is from a designer brand you can't pronounce. you take it from him speechless and hold it, unable to process.

"mhm, i gave it so you could wear it ?"

he interrupts the buzzing in your brain. you splutter and stutter trying to thank him.

"th-thaaank you so much nanami!!"

you say as you wear it. you don't notice it but his eyes turn a dangerous glint when he sees the way his blazer fits you, shoulders barely filling in and the length much longer than your skirt.

"anytime... well, it seems like your bus is here, i'm going to go now yeah?"

he checks his rear view mirror as he holds his steering wheel, the stupid vehicle interrupting your time with him.

"oh and, don't worry about returning that blazer." is all he says before he drives off.

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womenofwrestlingfashion · 1 year ago

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Raw 11/20/23

Piper is wearing the Studio Refined Crepe Embroidered Classic Fit Blazer from Torrid (on sale 1 $65.94)

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thedevilspearl · 1 year ago

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did you find it yet? — all brothers

author’s note ʚɞ this is based on a really cute, traditional game wherein the bride wears the groom’s name or initials hidden in her bridal mehndi/henna and on the wedding night, the groom must find it.

tags ʚɞ tooth–rotting fluff, it’s a little bit suggestive given it’s their wedding night. no gender is specified but is implied for a female reader. all brothers.

𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑 first thought it would be a chore. once you’re wed, he’s taking you straight to bed. there’s no need for an extravagant wedding or little games when he’s eager to show you how ready he is to be your husband, if you get my drift. but the second he sees your henna covered body as you peel off your wedding outfit, he’s prepared to spend the entire wedding night searching for his name because it is so beautiful and he cannot find the words to describe how gorgeous you look. and he finds you even more stunning knowing his name is embroidered somewhere on your skin. his soft hands trace every inch of your body. “you are so unbelievably beautiful,” he mutters as his hands glide over every curve, teasing your soft skin. none of you goes unscathed by his needy eyes and he lets out the tiniest gasp when he finds his name, his blush dark and desperate. “i’m yours….” he mutters gently, eyes glossing over as his fingers trace his name, “yours forever.”

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍’s only desire right now is to satisfy you, so when you tell him he can’t touch you until he finds his name, he’s antsy trying to hold himself back as you strip out of your dress, showcasing all the parts of your body decorated with henna. his mouth waters and his hands itch to touch you; he’s bearing his fang, desperate to claim you in each and every way. but mammon is never one to back down, so he throws off his blazer and rolls up his sleeves while you whine at him to hurry up. “shaddup, will ya? i wanna find it just as much as you!” the rare moments when mammon is overtaken with concentration are always beautiful to see, especially when his eyes are intent on covering every inch of your skin. his hot breath teases you as he moves up and down your body in search of his name and you soon regret not allowing even the smallest touch. but your regret is short–lived when mammon rises with a charming smirk on his face. “hah, found it,” he slams his lips onto yours, finally letting go of his restraint. “guess i’m yours forever now.”

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 loves games, so this is just another added to his list. however, this cute little game soars to the top of his best game i ever played list. you don’t quite understand how much he loves it until the wedding night and you can tell he’s excited when he’s kissing you breathlessly and haphazardly pulling off your wedding dress. he’s still in his full tux, albeit dishevelled, by the time you’re stripped naked. he pushes you down gently onto the mattress while his hands roam every inch of your skin. he’s never acted so devoted to anything before. trails of kisses grow longer and larger as he leaves behind his lingering touch over the cleared spots, and when he moves onto the next spot, he searches intently before attacking the area with lustful, hungry lips. he’s breathless and clouded with infatuation, adoring your body until he wins this little game. “i found it!” he giggles with a face full of blush. panting, he kisses over his name countless times before you pull him up and replace his name with your lips. “i’m so in love with you i think i’m going crazy.”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍 loves a good challenge, so he’s ecstatic when you mention the tradition to him. it’s the perfect way to spice up the wedding night. however, he is very impatient. so much that he’s grabbing your hands in the middle of the ceremony to find his name in the henna. “tell me, it’s on your hand, isn’t it?” you chuckle, not giving a single clue to him. it gets a little frustrating when he inspects your hands while you’re trying to eat. “satan, enough!” you whine, hitting him playfully. “you’re supposed to look for it tonight.” he mumbles something about not being able to wait but he also recognises the smug grin on your face; he knows immediately that he’s close. his smile grows and his heart beats erratically. he knows exactly where it is now. while you’re occupied with a mouthful of food, he grabs your hand and slips your wedding ring down slightly, revealing his name in cursive hidden underneath. “you really know how to make things difficult for me, don’t you?”

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒 is ready to play this game as soon as you tell him about it a few days before the wedding. if anything, he rushes through the wedding, even cutting it short and throwing you over his shoulder so he can get you home, strip you naked and spend all the time in the world searching for his name on your pretty body. he challenges himself not to please you in any way until he finds it, even when you’re begging him to touch you already. to asmo, finding your name is a massive ego boost; his final way to lay claim on your body and make you his forever. so you’re pleasantly surprised when his eyes grow all teary upon spotting his pact mark blooming with henna petals and his name dancing around it, turning his mark into the most beautiful flower he’s ever seen. as if you couldn’t surprise him any better than this, he sobs with a huge smile on his lips. “you are the most beautiful being in all three realms,” he kisses the flower deeply. “i can’t believe i’m yours.”

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁 does look forward to playing this game on your wedding night, but he doesn’t do a good job of showing it. after you tell him, he seems quite nonchalant, almost bored by the idea. but don’t be fooled by his poor expression of emotion because he is jumping and giggling and kicking his feet on the inside. it’s what he thinks about very single night for weeks before the wedding. he simply cannot stop fantasising about exploring your body, discovering more than just his name before devouring you. you don’t realise how eager he is until he’s dragging you towards the bedroom. you’re too shy, embarrassed to remove the dress so he walks towards you, towering above your dolled up frame. “don’t be embarrassed,” he assures you, stroking your cheeks with doting eyes. “i’ve been waiting so long for this.” and so, he gently undresses you, carrying you to the bed and treating your body like treasure as he searches for his name. and when he finds it hidden in the patterns on your tummy, he grins widely with a hum, knowing nothing in this world can satisfy his beastly urges the way you do.

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑’s excitement is surprising given how lacklustre his enthusiasm usually is. in fact, he’s grown a lot more bashful since the wedding was official. who knew becoming a husband would trigger this new side of him? he fell in love with the game the moment you told him about it. and he’s so fascinated by the henna decorating your body, the way your hands and feet look so delicate with the patterns. your wedding night starts with belphie on his knees, taking off your heels and rubbing your sore feet. it was a long day but totally worth it knowing belphie is going to remain by your side forever. but first, he needs to find his name. he’s been bursting with excitement for weeks, obsessing over all the curves and crevices in which you could hide his name. but he finds it in no time, devotedly kissing the spot where his name lays atop your foot. “i thought it would be more difficult to find,” he teases, trailing the kisses up your legs, looking you in the eye the entire way. “but i’m not complaining. now i have more time to worship you.”

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Two scammers, a web of betrayal, and Europe’s fraud of the century. Issue no. 148, “Watch It Burn,” by Jessica Camille Aguirre, is now live:

The scam would help Daphne accrue even more money, and it would make him famous. In the media he cut a dashing figure, partying with celebrities and oligarchs. He maintained his slim physique by avoiding carbohydrates like they were venom and dressed in blazers cut from blue velvet or embroidered with shimmering brocade flowers. He liked to wear a diamond-encrusted Chopard sun pendant on his partially bared chest and was rarely photographed without one of his hundreds of pairs of Tom Ford sunglasses, all aviator-style with gradient lenses. Always, it seemed, he had a cigarette hanging out of the side of his mouth.

Reporters dubbed Daphne the “prince of carbon,” but it wasn’t just his flamboyant charisma that elevated him to criminal royalty. So did the nature of his new fraud. Daphne was scamming the fight against climate change by exploiting a policy flaw that left billions for the taking.

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merthosus · 4 months ago

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Drunk dying virgins

Summary: The apocalypse is coming. Again… Five and his siblings tried everything to stop it. But it was hopeless, a small drop in the vast ocean. The last night dawned and Luther's wedding was over, Five lay leaning against the wall in the middle of the hotel corridor. Y/n's stumble across the flower-embroidered carpet begins a surprisingly ending conversation.

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"You're not such a positive drinker huh?"

I grab the door frame of the gleaming white and ornate dance hall of the Hotel Oblivion. Luther's wedding was my first and also my last wedding. Sad, but in the end I didn't care. Because my rational thinking was being suppressed by a few martinis. I hadn't actually intended to get drunk, but I was somehow pulled along by the others. Klaus topped me up several times without me even noticing. We all danced together and Klaus sang karaoke with me, which in hindsight was perhaps not such a good idea after all. But we were all able to forget for an evening that the world was falling apart around us.

It felt like the hallway was trying to swallow me up. I frantically searched for my door number 187. The hotel was so damn confusing, each floor was like identical twins. It's impossible not to get lost here and with five martini's and a couple of Aperol Spritz's this really was an impossible mission for me to complete. When the elevator stopped with a loud ping on the fifth floor, I gave up and stumbled into the hallway. I got caught on the carpet of flowers that stretched across the corridor, but caught myself before my face could land on the floor. Suddenly I heard the sound of glass hitting the floor and I held still. "Hello?" I whispered, which was pretty stupid, but I didn't really care in my drunken state. I walked slowly down the hallway, in the direction of the noise. Every little creak of the wooden floor beneath me felt like the loudest thunderclap in heaven. My heart began to beat normally again, no longer thundering against my ribcage like it was trying to jump out as I peered around the corner.

It was Five who had made the noise with a bottle in front of him. He was in some kind of half-sleep or full sleep? I didn't quite know myself and I don't think he did either. His body was lying limply against the wall, it looked as if he had slipped into the corner and not come back up. His tie hung askew at his neck and his shirt was loose on his body. The blazer he was still wearing at the wedding was probably in another hallway. It looked peaceful, I didn't know him like this, his forehead wasn't decorated with the usual sour crease and his usually talkative mouth hung slightly open. "Five?" his slightly closed eyes popped open as if he had seen something dangerous.

He looked as if he wanted to say something but the words stuck in his throat. "Have you swallowed your words?" I asked with somewhat drawn-out words. He tried to straighten up a little and pushed himself off the floor. "Seems like you caught one too many meddles too huh?", I ask as I sit down next to him. "Maybe," he mumbles to himself. His hair, usually so tightly done, was now a mess and lacked shine. "Your shoelace is untied," I remark. He turns his head towards me and looks deep into my eyes. "Who cares about that anymore? The world is coming to an end and we're all going to die," he grumbled to himself. I smiled at him and nudged him on the shoulder.

"You're not such a positive drinker huh?", I ask him playfully. Five puts his head back on his neck. "I usually am, but what else is positive? I'm going to die, alone, a virgin," he mutters. I look at him in surprise. I wasn't prepared for his honesty. "We… we're going to die alone and as virgins," I say to defuse the situation. He lets his head, which has fallen to the floor, shoot up at once. "You? You virgin?" he asks me. I don't know whether he means that positively or negatively. But his eyes radiate disbelief. "What's that supposed to mean?" I ask him, playfully holding my hand to my chest. I elicit a smile from five. I haven't seen that for a long time.

"It's just relatively incredulous, you have everything a man could want," he says. The mood changes abruptly, everything feels so oppressive. I let him swallow the silence. "Your eyes are so beautiful, I could lose myself in them for hours. Falling asleep next to you every night and falling asleep to the sight of you is the most beautiful thing I can imagine.But unfortunately, that's impossible now…' he talks to himself, while I fall into a state of shock. "Your lips look so seductive, every second that I look at them but am not allowed to touch them, I lose a piece of myself," he whispers into the silence. I am speechless, for the first time in all these years his words have silenced me.

"Five, why are you saying that now?" I ask as I try to hold back my tears. Five looked at me again, I realized it was hard for him. His words were so penetrating that not even the alcohol could hold them back. "The world is coming to an end, we're all going to die, the first time I saw you I had to stop myself from telling you how I felt. I could now fill books with all the sentences you've evoked in me," he says. I swallow. His perfume reaches my nose. A mixture of alcohol and woody smoke. He pulls himself up and puts his hand on my cheek. I flinched from the sudden movement.

But my hot skin quickly got used to his cold fingers. He looks at me through his slightly closed eyes. "You asshole," I say as a tear runs down my cheek. Five's eyes widen, searching my face for an answer to the question I haven't yet asked. "W…what?" he asks fearfully. His eyes reflect his uncertainty, darting around my face. "You tell me something like that the day before the world ends?" I ask, still in disbelief. Five's thumb brushes along my cheek, an insufficient attempt to wipe away my tears.

Second part?

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