#go support my husband or i'll eat your legs

[lepiidopterophobia]

PLEASE GO LOOK AT SAVATHUN'S SON RIGHT NOW!!

[a-hazbin-reader]

I know Alastor craves Wifey’s attention, but does Wifey crave his attention in the same way?

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Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: None?? I think???

Description: ☝️⬆️

Alastor loves having your attention but he loves it even more when you seek him out, he loves being needed by you

He tries to hide his giddiness though, he can't be caught grinning like a fool because his wife wants a hug from him

He has a reputation to uphold

He's in his radio tower and you suddenly sit yourself in his lap mid broadcast? He's wrapping an arm around you and kissing your head while you bury your face in his neck

He cuts out the broadcast for a moment to give you the proper attention, tilting your chin up so that you look at him

"Just a moment, folks! Hello darling, stressful day?"

His claws are scratching along the back of your neck, sending a pleasant tingle down your spine as you lean against him

"Mmn... just wanna be with you..."

Suddenly you're being squeezed tight, your face smashed into his neck so you don't see the heat rising to his face over how cute you are

Anyone who might've been listening would find the screams of the broadcast suddenly interrupted by sharp crackling radio static

He's trying to get out of bed and you whine that you want him to stay?? He's going to try his hardest and resist the urge to jump back in

That is until you wrap your arms around him and press your chest to his back, rubbing your cheek on his shoulder

"Just stay in bed...we could have a lazy day..."

Alastor has to rub a hand over his face to hide his blush, his smile tight from trying not to coo over you, giving you a small kiss

"You have to get up too, my dear~ Come on, I'll make breakfast."

He stands up only to feel you hanging off of him, legs wrapping around him with determination

"No. I stay with you."

"Fine then, I'm going to get started on our day."

"I'll be right here~"

A small bleat escapes him, actual steam coming out of his ears as he helps support your legs

"Darling please! What will everyone say?"

You just close your eyes and hum, resting your head against his back as he laughs at the absurdity of the situation

"Don't care. Going back to sleep..."

Nobody dares look at you two as Alastor walks about the hotel with you strapped to his back, they all do their best to pretend like it's not happening

Except Angel who laughs as soon as Alastor walks into the lobby with a mug of coffee in hand, ears down low as he tries to hide his embarrassment

"Ha! Whipped!"

There's been plenty of times where you've just come to him wanting his affection for a moment before scampering off

You've even interrupted overlord meetings because he left without giving you a goodbye kiss, you always found an excuse to get in

One time, you even showed up with trays of food, trailing behind Rosie and Zestial, who both helped you crash the meeting and carry food

Carmilla was visibly surprised at the sight of you, doing a double take and cautiously sniffing the air

"Y/N..? What is all this..?"

You don't miss the way your husband's cheeks light up as he tries to look as innocent as possible, realizing his mistake

"Alastor forgot his lunch and I just couldn't let all of you go hungry..! I hope you don't mind~"

You brought out the big guns with the food, and none of the overlords even make a fuss about you being there

You come around to your husband's chair, hearing him audibly gulp as you lean down to kiss his temple

"Hello again, my dear-"

"You forgot to kiss me goodbye, darling~ What's a girl supposed to think when her husband won't kiss her?"

You sound so pitiful and cute, he can't help but stand up to squeeze you into a proper hug before walking you out to try and preserve some of his image

"They're just so cute, aren't they? Young love and all that~"

"...they are."

"Aren't they both like-fucking old?"

"Eat your food."

It's already gone, Alastor

"Forgive me, my dear... I was in a hurry and didn't realize-"

He feels even worse when you wrap your arms around his neck and give him a sad face, resting against him

"You owe me...at least 12 kisses and not little ones!"

He's fumbling to find the words to say, using one hand to push away your kissy lips while he looks away from you

He knows he looks so whipped right now-he needs a moment to compose himself

Once he's able to look at you again, he knows it's all over, a soft blush on his face as you kiss his palm and stare at him

"Darling..."

"I just want some attention from my husband, is that so bad?"

He can't deny you anything, leaning in to give you a soft kiss and rubbing your cheek, you nearly kill him when he pulls away and sees your lovesick expression

"I'll be home soon, I promise. You'll get all of my time and attention after that, deal?"

You close your eyes and nuzzle against his hand, practically hugging his arm to keep him there

"Mm...making deals with a man like you is dangerous, what do you want in return?"

Alastor can't help but grin, pulling you in closer for another kiss and stopping just before your lips touch

"I've already got an adorable wife~ Buuuut~ If you're offering something then maybe we go out dancing later?"

He kisses you before you can answer, pressing his forehead to yours as he smiles at you

"It's a deal then~"

Reluctantly, he lets you walk away after giving you a few more kisses only to realize later that you got exactly what you wanted

When he walks back into the meeting, everyone's eyes are on him before they suddenly look down at their meals

"What?"

Carmilla coughs awkwardly and Rosie pushes a mirror towards Alastor, who discovers his face is covered in lipstick marks

He can't even bring himself to be mad, sighing fondly as he takes a napkin from Carmilla and wipes his face off

What is he going to do with you...

I hope you like this one!!

[swarvey]

how they react to you getting hurt | sdv x g/n reader (part two)

part one

paper rings - harvey x reader

a/n: part two with the rest of the bachelors ! let me know if you guys want to see the bachelorettes <3

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alex

this big softie starts to blame himself when he sees you with scratches and bruises

insists on following you on your adventures from that day forward

pretty much acts as a personal bodyguard for a week

you wince as you rub a disinfectant pad on the large scratch on the side of your arm, thankful your husband isn't due to be home for another couple of hours. he worries enough about you as is — the last thing he needs is something to feed his paranoia, as cute as it is. just as you're about to apply some ointment on your arm, you hear the front door open, alex's familiar voice ringing through the house.

"baby, i'm home!" he calls out, voice as bright as ever. you hear your pet pattering over to greet him. "aw, hey buddy! where's y/n, huh? have you seen 'em?" you swear under your breath as your pet betrays you, leading alex straight towards the bedroom. "are you in there, honey? grams didn't need as much help as i thought—"

you hear him suck in a sharp breath at the sight of you and the first aid kit spread out across the bed.

"i'm fine," you assure. he ignores you, eyes glued to your injured arm as he makes his way to the bed. "seriously, it's not even that bad."

"here, let me do it," he says, and you swear you've never heard him speak so softly. blinking in shock, you hand the bottle of ointment over to him, watching as he gently begins to apply it.

"alex, you're scaring me a bit," you half-joke. he's never been one to be so silent. "it's okay—"

"it's not, though!" your eyes widen as alex looks at you with gleamy eyes. "see, i knew you'd get hurt one day, and i still let you go off and do all these things alone. i should've been there to help you." his head bows in shame, and your heart breaks. "i'm sorry. i'll be by your side next time, i promise."

shaking your head, you wrap your unhurt arm around his neck and pull him into a hug. he gladly hides his face in your shoulder, his arms holding onto your midsection tightly.

"alex, there's nothing to be sorry for," you reassure, rubbing his back to provide some comfort. "this is part of my job, it's what i signed up for." he pulls away suddenly to look at you with serious eyes.

"then quit!" he exclaims. "i'll do it all, you can teach me."

you laugh. "as much as i love you, you are not taking over my grandfather's farm."

"well, i'll just do everything with you, then." alex nods to himself, grabbing the roll of bandages from the kit and beginning to wrap your arm. his eyes widen when he notices the bruises on your legs. "how did this even happen?"

"oh, i was gathering hardwood and some slimes snuck up on me. i fell, but i was able to fight them off." no response. "alex?" a dark look comes over your husband's face.

"get me a sword."

"what?!"

sebastian

seb is one of the bachelors i see respecting your strength the most, always subtly bragging about your fighting skills and the work you do on the farm (sam and abigail are thoroughly impressed)

that being said, he is all the more startled when he sees you limping home from the clinic after nearly passing out from exhaustion

tries to keep his cool, as he always does, but it's hard for him to see the person he cares about the most in pain

"wear the brace for a week, then stop by for another appointment with me so we can see how you're doing," harvey instructs, clasping the brace around your ankle. "drink plenty of water and eat something when you get back. and be mindful while you're working on the farm, i don't want this to be a regular occurrence," he chides.

the doctor had practically dragged you into his office after running into you in front of pierre's, half-conscious as you claimed you just needed some coffee.

"i will," you sigh, using his arm for support as you stand. "thanks, harvey. i owe you."

"no need to worry about that, just get some rest at home. i'm sure sebastian is wondering where you are."

shit. you chew your lip as you slowly make your way back to the farm, trying to find the right words to say to your husband. it's not like you to overwork yourself like this on the farm, but after waking up a bit too late in the morning, you'd found yourself rushing to get everything done. seb had been sound asleep as you worked, but with the sun beginning to set in the sky, you knew he had to be up and waiting for you at home.

sure enough, as you walk towards your front door, you see him already sitting on the front steps, a book in hand. his head quickly turns at the sound of your footsteps.

"you're back! did you have errands to run?" seb asks, setting his book down. "i thought you had a lot to do this morning?"

you hesitate, nodding slowly as you avoid his gaze. "i did," you answer, swallowing. "i was, ah, at the clinic."

"what? why—?" only then does he notice the bags under your eyes and the brace wrapped around your ankle. "hey, what happened?" he walks over to your side, slowly guiding you to the steps and helping you sit down.

"i'm alright," you say, though you unsuccessfully hide your discomfort as you stretch your hurt ankle out. "i twisted my ankle, is all."

"right." you know sebastian well enough to tell when he's worrying; his brow is furrowed, his eyes glued to the ground.

"come on, seb, don't be so dramatic," you joke, shoving him lightly with your shoulder. "it's not like i'm dying." he looks at you suddenly with squinted eyes, as if he's trying to decode your words. "what?"

"people tend to say that when things are worse than they are," he says, looking you up and down. "what really happened?"

"what are you talking about?"

"maybe i'll go talk to harvey." he begins to stand, but you grab his wrist and drag him back down.

"okay, okay!" the last thing you want is for him to take the doctor's words too seriously and put you on a house lockdown. "i just overworked myself in the heat, alright? seriously! harvey said i should be fine with some rest."

"really? that's all?"

"yes."

"all you hurt was your ankle?"

"yes."

"did you set up another appointment with him?"

"yes, seb, i'm fine!" you grab his arm and pull him closer, looking straight into his worried eyes. "look, see? i'm in one piece."

sebastian sighs, grabbing your hand and holding it tightly. "i know, you've always been strong," he says, smiling lightly. "just . . . don't overdo it, okay? i'm here to help you, too."

you smile back at him. "i know." you pause. "you know, harvey said i need to lay off the rest of my work today."

"yeah?" seb grins, helping you stand. "what are you thinking?"

you pretend to ponder for a moment. "maybe some dinner and TV? we still have that show we need to catch up on."

he laughs, wrapping an arm around you as the two of you head inside.

"whatever you want, dear."

sam

he thinks you're invincible.

completely freaks out when he sees you actually hurt for the first time

makes you spend the rest of the day in bed and brings you some of his mom's food

(claims it has healing powers)

the sun is still high in the sky when you leave the mines. your plan had been to spend the whole day gathering resources, but after a rough tousle with some monsters, you don't have the energy to keep going. your head is throbbing, and you're mildly aware of the cut on your forehead that finally stopped bleeding.

you make your way across the farm and toward your house, and you can hear sam practicing on his skateboard. you hope you can avoid him, at least until you're able to clean up your injury.

as you open the front door, though, a loud creak fills the air, and you freeze. the sound of the skateboard stops.

"baby, is that you?" sam calls out, walking around to the front porch. you keep your back turned. "did you forget something?"

"uh, no! no, the mines were just a bit empty today, so . . ." you trail off. you turn your head away from him as sam tries to look at your face, but sigh in defeat when he cups your cheek and makes you face him.

immediately, his eyes widen. "you're hurt!"

"i'm fine—"

without another word, sam grabs your hand and drags you inside, bringing you into the bathroom. he spends the next few minutes tenderly cleaning the cut on your forehead, apologizing every time you flinch in pain. then, he brings you to your shared bedroom, covering you in the sheets and bringing you a mug of your favorite drink.

"stay here," he instructs, "i'll be right back." he turns to your pet, tail wagging as it sits at your bedside. "you're in charge while i'm gone, alright? make sure they stay put!" you laugh lightly as sam hurriedly leaves the house, hearing the sound of his skateboard rolling away. you let out a sigh, closing your eyes as you begin to fall asleep.

"baby, wake up."

your eyes open to the sound of your husband beside you once again, holding a bowl of steaming soup.

"i stopped by mom's to get some of her soup. you know i'm not the best cook," he admits, "but you need to eat something with lots of nutrients to get better."

you laugh lightly, gladly letting him feed you the first bite. the warmth of the soup makes you feel already a bit better.

"thank you, sam," you say, looking at him gratefully. "i don't know what i'd do without you."

"hey, shouldn't i be saying that?" he jokes, planting a kiss on your cheek. "here, eat up. you need all the strength you can get!"

after you finish eating, you begin to sit up, stretching your arms.

"hey, what are you doing?" sam questions, setting the bowl on your nightstand.

"i need to check on the animals one more time," you sigh, ignoring the ache in your arms. he scoffs, grabbing your arms and sitting you back down in bed.

"right, and just what kind of husband would i be if i let you do that?" he straightens his back and crosses his arms, smiling confidently. "leave it to me!"

"sam."

"yes, dear?"

"do you even know what you'd be checking for?"

he pauses, arms dropping. "right," he says, sighing. "i guess i don't." you laugh, standing back up but grabbing his hand.

"come on, you can be my assistant for tonight."

"yes!"

[christinebloodwrittings]

Hi, I was wondering if you could do an Alastor x Reader, where Reader and Alastor are about to get married, but the day before their wedding, Alastor mysteriously disappears. On their bed lays a note: “I’m sorry, I had to leave.”?

Heart in debt

Pairing: Alastor x Fem!Reader Summary: "Until death do us apart" turned into a "Until I see you again in hell", when Alastor, for unknown reasons, decided to become a runaway groom. Warnings: Gore, bit of angst.

Sorry for the delay dearest, this work took 4 drafts and a lot of re-write, I hope the result is to your liking :3.

The venue was reserved in advance, your mother had chosen the perfect location for you. The catering service was already paid for, as was the florist, band and cake.

Everything was ready.

Looking back, as you finished getting ready for bed, with your nerves on edge, you remembered how your parents reacted when you told them you were getting married.

The best couple ever, welcomed your fiancé, Alastor, as if they had recognized the plague made person. The permanent smile, the aura of death, and well, something they saw in him made them act defensively.

However, of course, your father loved you more than anything in life, so since the ring was of high quality, he had a house on his name, he could provide for you and assure you a future with children, he had no choice but to swallow his opinions and daydream the day when you say he can shoot his brains out.

It was distasteful to you that your father wanted to kill your fiancé, but you knew he loved you and as long as he was with you, Alastor would be fine.

And he was waiting in bed, with his glasses on the edge of his nose, busy with a book. "Excuse me, madam, but if you hold the rifle like that, you will hurt yourself due to the force of the recoil" you remembered your first interaction, his voice was as soft as silk, manners polished up to perfection.

“Then, what would you say is the best way?”  you suspected he was going to say something mannish and arrogant, most man didn’t believed women could do nothing except cooking and breed children, judging by the eat shitting grin he was wearing, you were expecting the worst sexist comment.

Instead he asked your permission to help you, after you said yes, he gently moved your arms upwards to accommodate your position, then gently pulled sideways your hips, “Your support leg must be straight and tight, strong, otherwise you will fall back” then a rustle in the bushes alerted both of you, a white back deer.

“You can do it, aim” he encouraged you, watching the majestic prongs of the deer appear at the distance, “Breathe, don’t rush” his breath on your ear sent a shiver up your spine, “Now!” he spoke, you pulled the trigger, he held you during the push back, that kind of rifle was far too intense, even for him, but it had the enough power to kill the animal just fine.

“Do I have something on my face, dear?” he noticed your stare, smiling softly. You walked to him, pecking his cheek softly, “Now there is” he chuckled, setting his book on the nightstand, then he opened his arms to you, which were soon filled with your figure.

"I can't wait for us to be one" you snuggled against his chest, "Me neither, dearest" he pulled you closer, your hair ticking his nose. "At this hour tomorrow I'll be Mrs. Hartfield, I wish your mother were here to enjoy with us" his mom had passes away when he was a kid, but since your mother was friends with her, you got faint memories of the sweet woman that had raised your soon-to-be husband.

"She probably would have made a joyride out of the planning" his sarcasm got you giggling, "You're so mean" He kissed your temple, enjoying your laughter, "Rather honest, darling".

Nothing could go wrong at the moment, you were in cloud nine, until you woke up and noticed Alastor was gone. It was weird, usually he wouldn't move out of bed until you did. 

“My love, I'm sorry, I  had to leave. I realized I'm not ready. I'll be sending you money to compensate for the expenses. I'm sorry” Signed with his name, his calligraphy on a piece of paper next to his spot.

"Mamma?" You held the telephone life for dear life, barely holding on, "Did something happened my dear? You sound distressed" yes you were, also were under every type of weather, "He left, he left me a letter, and his clothes are gone" You chocked out on your words, tears falling onto your nightgown.

"Like full closet gone?" At her question you yelled back that he was gone, your heart shattered when you took notice that he even took his radio with him.

"I'll be there in just a moment; I'll make some calls okay?" She reassured you, "What happened?" You father spoke in the background, "Alastor left your daughter on her wedding day" Your mother tried to as delicate as she could, "Bastard! Don't worry baby, if he decides to come back, he's good as dead" he made the click of his shotgun sound against the phone, "I knew that son of a bitch was no good for my princess" he shouted.

"Maybe I did something wrong" you sobbed, "No sweetie, how can you think that? The lad wasn't ready, is no one's fault" Your mother tried to reassured you, but truth to be told, nothing could console you at that moment.

You refused to abandon his house, it was briefly yours before he went away, but the real reason was, that you still had some hope he would at some point come back. When he never did, you abandoned the house to live with your parents.

One night, returning late from your make up job at the speakeasy, you felt a rush, a cold feeling up your spine. Looking into the glass on the other side of the street, you caught the sight of a man, walking fast behind you.

Speeding up the pace, you ventured yourself into the swamp, the bayou. You knew Alastor had a hunting shed where you could at least arm yourself, you only had to run faster. Your heels at one point buried themselves in the mud, you had to continue on foot, a plus point since despite the stones and thorns on the way, you managed to reach the place.

You heard the paces even nearer, in a hurry you forced the lock to break, then took a rifle off the table inside, put three bullets in the chamber, then when the silhouette of your stalker opened up the door, he saw the end of the cannon pointing straight at his head.

“Turn back, leave!” your voice echoed through the trees, the wind eating up your voice quickly, “I will not repeat myself” you threatened, pulling the safety mechanism, “Poor little doll, you think you’re capable to-“ shakily, you fired, he was taken aback, nearly fallen to the ground.

“YOU WHORE!” he yelled, pressing a hand to his shoulder, “Leave, now” the rush that firing him gave you, was a sensation you couldn’t describe. It sent a shock of pleasure down your spine, you liked that feeling, even more so, when the one scared now, was him.

“Human scum” you aimed at his head, “See you in hell” his eyes took a less sharp look, his rage turned into fear, then absolute nothingness wrapped in blood.

Karma was a very ironic lady, when you pulled the man’s body to the lake, you tripped on an underwater root, your body barely above water caught the attention of a beast, and sooner than later, you were devoured by an alligator.

One man, one bloodlust rush sent you to hell.

A hundred years or so, after that incident, after surviving another extermination, hidden in a box in the closet. You felt a presence, something following you, you turned a corner, gun in hand, prepared to defend yourself if necessary.

When the footsteps stopped on the other side of the building, a shadow peeked its face towards you, the smile he was wearing was an amused one, especially when he saw you pointing the gun at him.

A slight unusual sound, seemingly a laugh, followed by its hand taking yours, only to leave a gentle kiss on your knuckles. “Rather dashing, are you not?” your fear was not yet dissipated, but it was so gentle, offering its arm to walk you down the street.

“I’ve been eager to salute you, though I must say, you are rather hard to find” his voice was merely a whisper, “Am I supposed to know who you are?” he stopped in his tracks, “My most sincere apologies, but I don’t own a name, I’m simply a reflection, a shadow of a man” it seemed sad, yet conscious of its existence.

“Does this man, who’s footsteps you should be following, knows me?” he nodded in response, following by a quiet “He does”. You thought back how many men you have consorted with, who might have access or knowledge of umbrakinesis, none came to your mind.

“Am I to be afraid of his intentions?” as any other man you have encountered, you’ve never been able to shake the fear, always having to have a gun attached to your waist, “He has none, he thinks he has hurt you enough, with his sudden absence” he had been prohibited to utter the incident, but he found a way to do so anyways without actually saying ‘Alastor left you, and it pains him every day’.

“Alastor” his name fell off your lips like hasn’t done before, in quite a while, “Will he agree to see me?” you asked, wanting at least an explanation, “He’s not the man you remember” the shadow warned, but you were persistent, “I’d like to see him, if he has a moment he can gift me”.

His nonexistent heart shook in his chest, “I’ll see what I can do” that sentence alone brought you more hope than anything in the world, “Can you do me one more favor? I’ll see that you get compensated” now in your home, you took paper and pen, at the same time that you took a tiny bag off one of your drawers.

“This are three pure gold coins, Spanish ones, Cortéz brought this ones himself” you placed the bag on its hand, “I hope you accept this as payment, to pass him a letter?” he nodded watching you take your quill and start writing to him.

When you were done, you melted a bit of candle wax, sealing your heart in that page, then he left with the letter.

“My dearest friend.

How the time has treated us, I hope will never know. If there was a god up there I shall thank him, for it brought you back to me somehow, however subtle presence that is.

Have you seen the changes? Are you still pursuing your ambitions? How have you been all these years? Many questions flooded my mind, as soon as your name was brought to me for the first time in a century.

If it’s not too much of a bother, I would like to see you, an hour is all I desire.”

I’ll await your answer, in whichever mean you see fit.

While reading the letter, Alastor made a pause, his eyes burning with the old feeling, the same crushing one he was hunted by ever since he left under the mantle of the night.   

“I am not mad at you, I just wish for clearance, closure.

Happy to make your acquaintance whenever you’d like.

Sincerely, Y/n.”

“Take the package with you, and make sure she’s safe” he ordered his shadow, who flew a couple days later to your doorstep.

A box, laced with a red ribbon. Your heart skipped a beat when you saw a radio inside, engraved with flowers and birds in the most exquisite wood that hell could offer. On top of it, there was a note that read “Play me”.

You sat by the fireplace, leaving the radio on the tea table, your shadow friend taking seat beside you while you push the button that was marked.

“One, two, three, testing? Can you hear me, my dear?” his voice was slightly different, there was a lot of static, but you wondered if that was his or the radio’s. “Yes, I can” yours was a melody he had yearn to be blessed with for years, “Wonderful, I had received your letter” your stomach was in tangles, awaiting his thoughts.

 “I do wish to see you, but I have something to tell you first, that may be quite daunting” your breath was caught in your throat, “Go on” you inquired, “The reason why I couldn’t marry you is due my activities in the woods, I am a killer and a cannibal, bringing pain to others grant me pleasure like no other” he laid the truth as plain as it could be, giving that he couldn’t see your eyes directly.

“Oh thank god” he was taken aback by your giggly sigh, “I thought you a…you know, someone that fancy other men” he laughed as well, he found the assumption ridiculous, also he thought strange that you’re so unfazed by his confession.

“You are glad?” you took a moment to find an answer without sounding like you’ve gone mad, “Alastor, are you a man that stalk women down to alleys to feast on their screams?” he answered a firm no to your question, “Are you a man that defiles other women?” another no.

“Do you enjoy killing the scoundrels you hated so much, bullies, the ones that take advantage of the ones with fairer means?” he took a second to pridefully answer “Yes”, you took the shadow’s hand as if it was his, “Then your mother and I can rest in peace, as cruel as you may be Alastor, you still hold your morals high, I cannot say the same regarding your honor” he laughed at the mention of the latter.    

“Did the cat caught your tongue?” he had fell silent for a minute, “No, I haven’t been at a loss of words in a while, is all” the shadow nuzzled against your hand, moving it so it could cup his cheek, “Can I pay you a penny for your thoughts? I think I might be saying it wrong; the young ones say it a lot” you giggled, adding to the ache in his heart.

“I didn’t expect you to be alright with it, it leads me to wonder, why are you down here?” you decided to be just as honest as he was, “I killed a man that had ill intentions towards me, and I liked it a little too much” his smile grew devilishly.

“Did he suffer?” if not, he was going to hunt him to grant the man a second demise, one he would ensure he would regret choosing you as his target. “The fear in his eyes, brought a smile to my face” oh he could not be more in love, he made a wise decision to send the radio, if he had you in front of him, he would’ve devour you entirely.

“How did you died?” he made a silent pray, with some hope that at least your death would not have been painful, “I was alligator food in the bayou, in an attempt to get rid of the body, September 4th, 1929” oh how that fact made a twist in his stomach, just like himself, you were eaten alive.

“I am sorry” you laughed, “For what? Your shed was the most convenient, I killed him with your hunting rifle, like you taught me” he remembered, it was the first time he felt actual pleasure in someone else’s warmth, “I can now stop regretting introducing you to the art of the hunt” the shadow placed a kiss on your temple, “Very much so”.

He felt your skin on his lips from within the connection with the sentient, “Will you join me tomorrow, for tea? I’m helping to rise a hotel with hell’s princess” oh so that’s where he was hiding around, you thought, “Fancy, I must be the one warning you now, I do not look…pleasant, I died in a swamp so I wear that fact in the form of my skin” you admitted.

Water nymphs were pretty, you were somewhat that, only more inclined to an eel. You had a long thin fin for hair, red-yellow spotty skin, sharp teeth, light brown scales covering your hips and torso, not to mention your clear blue eyes, not a choice of color but rather a blind looking hue, much like an eel.  

“Mon coeur, rest assure, I am more concerned of your reaction towards myself” he was to the limit of nearly arranging an emergency visit to Rosie’s for a new wardrobe, “I cannot wait to see you” until you spoke that lovely sentence, “Nor can I, my dear”.

The next day, without a wink of sleep, Alastor creeped behind the princes, after making the many preparations up in his personal bayou. “Charlie, I have a request” he purred, attempting to mask his excitement, “Sure Al, what is it?” the question pinched a curious itch in the princess, “Yeah, you rarely ask for things” added the fallen exterminator.

“I’ll have a guest today, one that I hold in high regards, so I’ll be excused to my room” excitement also brew in the princess itch, “Sure thing Al, no worries” she cheerly smiled at him. It seemed the fact he had company also touched the spider’s curiosity, or rather, surprise.

“Smiles got a date?” he looked in quite shock towards the feline bartender, who could do nothing more than scoff, “That’s impossible, it must be another soul he wants to own” he soon swallowed his own words given that Alastor materialized next to him, “Husker! Your best whiskey please” the way he utter the name of the former overlord was a warning laced with a threat.

Later that afternoon, a knock made Charlie sprint towards the door, outrunning Niffty. “Hello, I’m Y/n, lovely  to meet you, I’m here to see Alastor” you courtesy at the sight of the princess of hell, “Of course, come, come” who eagerly took your hand and pulled you inside, “He’ll be down in a minute”.

She had you sat in the lobby, with the company of Angel and Vaggie, “Sorry if I’m too curious, but how do you know Alastor?” Charlie began the small talk, ever so politely, “If he’s as mysterious as he was in life, your curiosity is well within your right, he’s a dearest friend of mine” the princess was impressed to know her host had more friends than that sleazy woman, Mimzy.

“Aww, how nice!” she also told you that there was no need for any more manners towards her, though you insisted giving the way you were taught ever since you were a child.

“Y/n” your name rolled off his tongue like the beginning of a poem, “Alastor” you turned your head around, before standing up, watching closely as he would not break eye contact with you, as he made his way around the couch.  

“Now those two were not just friends” Vaggie had a sly smile on her face, “That sexual tension is delicious” Angel added watching just how slowly Alastor brought your hand up to lay a kiss on your fingers. Your chest rising noticeably from your tight corset, the excitement was palpable indeed.

“Well if I must atone to the intrigue, she was my fiancé” an audible gasp filled the room, “Now, if you’ll excuse us” since never let go of your hand, he was able to swiftly place it on his forearm as he guided you to the stairs, “Princess, bye friends” you curtsied as you followed him along.  

He had arranged a white set of garden table and chairs, an ensemble of various sweets and meat treats displayed, along with a set of cups and plates in a remarkable shade of blue.

“Oh, Alastor this is exquisite! You shouldn’t have” you knew the meat was for him, he was never a fan of sweets, but you were, “Of course I had, please have a seat” he pulled your seat for you, pushing it ever so gently when you were already seated.

“Always so gallant” pride rose to his face in the form of a subtle rose color, he managed to hide it when his shadow came from a corner to give you a hug, “Oh hello you, he’s so cute, how come he doesn’t have a name?” if you didn’t knew better you would’ve thought that Alastor had gone green from envy, seeing his shadow receive more pets and attention than himself.

“It didn’t cross my mind, he wants you to do so” he sat in front of you as his tone grew bitter, “Alistair would be repetitive, I think William is the best bet” it intoned a purr, your hands caressing the base of its ears, “He likes it”.

He took the time you were distracted to prepare your cup of tea, adding just the right amount of sugar and mint leaves, that gesture brought your attention back to him, “You remember how I like my tea?” he had done that almost as a reflex, “Somethings never leave the mind” he admitted almost impressed with himself.

“You don’t look half as bad as your warning” you scoffed at his confession, “Don’t lie” you rolled your eyes earning a laugh from him, “I’m not”, but even with his sincerity you were conscious of your appearance, “Alastor, I’m part fish, I have scales, for crying out loud” from across the table he took your hand in his, “And I’m a deer, so? Could be worse” he had a point, you had seen the dreadful appearance of some rat demons, “Uhm, maybe you’re right”.

“Why did you leave?” after a long silence, accompanied by the sounds of the bayou, you decided to break the peace, addressing the ‘elephant in the room’. “I was afraid I would hurt you; you knew my step-father and now, my affairs” you were aware he had been raised by the end of a whip due to the monster his mother married, who you briefly met when your mother had tea with his.

“Alastor, you could never” he may be a killer, but you were certain he would never raise a hand to harm you, “You don’t know that, I am this, Y/n” it was your turn to give him a reassuring squeeze to his hand, “Did you loved me?” his eyes, quite more honest than the permanent smile he wore, widen to your question.

“I would’ve done anything to prevent harm from coming your way” you scoffed, “Yes, but did you loved me?” he let go of a breath he had trapped down in his lungs when he finally admitted the truth: “I still do”, but there was more to it, “I feel as…as if I had a debt to you, one I have no idea how to repay, nothing I think is enough” and indeed he had a mental list, burning hell to the ground was the top one choice.

“Is your hand one of the options? Your heart, perhaps?” the wish to wipe his head on the pavement had vanished a long time ago, forgiveness was perhaps the toughest thing to accomplish, but your pride wasn’t that big.

“Is not enough” he shook his head, believing that his heart was either too small or nonexistent, “It would, with time, you do owe me a century” you didn’t wanted to let go of his hand, it was the first long contact from him on years, “I’m…not worthy of you” he tortured himself ten times more than hell already did, but you just shrugged, “Who is then, if it’s not you?”.

“You didn’t marry anyone after I left?” you certainly didn’t, “No” he had imagine you at least could love someone again, be happy, “Why?” but you held him in your heart until the very day you died,  “Silly hope” that broke him, if he had a choice, his smile would’ve fade in a heartbeat.

“I’m sorry” he pulled gently of your hand, leading to sit across his lap, “Water under the bridge” he delight himself in your hand caressing his cheek, lightly, almost asking for permission, when unknowingly he was yours.

“Not for me” he pressed his ears to the back of his head, allowing you to caress him, as his arms hugged your figure close to his chest. “We have eternity, if you’ll have me” he was so glad you mentioned that option, it gave him the opportunity to pull from his pocket a beautiful diamond ring, rose gold.

“Your mother’s ring?” you were in shock at the same time as excited, yet scared as well, “Will you leave again?” he cupped your cheek, placing a kiss near the corner of your mouth, “Hell will freeze over first” you imitated his gesture, “Then, you can ask” his smile softened.

“Y/n, will you marry me?” just as he slipped the ring on your finger, you whispered in his ear, “I’ll have your head if you leave again, yes” sending a shiver down his spine, “Please do” a kiss sealed the engagement just like the first time he had ask.  

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Room's on Fire: Girl on Fire

Dark!Santiago Garcia x Fem!Reader Dark!Francisco Morales x Fem!Reader Dark!William Miller x Fem!Reader Dark!Benjamin Miller x Fem!Reader

Also: FishBen, and an assortment of other M/M relationships (no Millercest). Everyone is Bisexual

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Summery: Everyone is together, everything is complete.

Warnings and Content:

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

DUB CON MOSTLY but there WILL BE NON CON. Major character deaths, forced breeding, physical abuse, brainwashing, manipulation, violence, gore, alcoholism/addiction, BIG OLE BLASPHEMY WARNING like this cult appropriates a lot of religious themes and they call reader their Madonna, Santi is called the Pope, like all that stuff. However, this is a cult so I mean. It happens. None of it are my thoughts on religion or meant to make fun of religion or demonize religious people. Disgusting views on virginity. Attempted rape outside the boys. T*m warning. Age gap. Creepy terrible men. Non-reader rape, dub con, violence. Covert incest, massive mommy issues, sexual abuse all around, past grooming by parental figure. no CSA but the victim isn't much older. some Bates Motel type shit. I cannot properly warn you for everything, without just telling the story but consider this a major warning that there are dark dark themes. No one involved here is morally clean, and who you perceive as the good guy cannot be relied on. Don't come to my story and say im romanticizing these things until at least the story ends.

WARNINGS HAVE BEEN UPDATED!!!

Extra warnings for chapter: Pregnancy, breeding kink, violent sex, domestic violence on a man, gunshots, references to murder,, death, torture, all the horrors. The end was disturbing even to me, so read with caution. If you find the end was too much, just ask me what happens and I'll tell you. not super plot important but like it was pointed out, the sex is how we see dynamic shifts. Mentions of mpreg fantesy but no mpreg will happen bc they arent actually god, just insane.

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A/N: Some pov shifts. Madonna, Jonah, Rey, Santi all get POV's.

A.N2: context for song quote, Alicia wrote girl on fire after the birth of her son.

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"She's on top of the world Hottest of the hottest girls say Oh, we got our feet on the ground And we're burning it down Oh, got our head in the clouds And we're not coming down This girl is on fire" ~ Girl On Fire, Alicia Keys

“It’s okay, you’re gonna do great.” Rey assured her, sitting on a table in the dressing room despite a chair being right there. His lanky legs liked to dangle, you noticed, or sometimes perch up in high places. He reminded you of a bird sometimes, lithe and graceful and seemed to float on his feet.

“What if they don’t like me? What if something happens? What if there’s another uprising or someone wants revenge on me because of my dad-”

“The people love you, and they were going to love you even more with this announcement. Jonah’s not going to let anything happen to you, you know that.”

Your face grows warm at the mention of Jonah. He had acted distant with you since the instance of Frankie and you on the horse, and wouldn’t let you see his face when he showed up the next morning with bruises. In fact, you’d hardly seen him at all. Rey was your primary guard, and Will had talked about moving your room to one with an attached room for Reyansh so that he could stay with you at all times. It seemed everyone knew Iris and Rey were an item, or at least they understood Reyansh was not a threat. You had begged Will not to switch around rooms. The reason given was that you liked your room, but really, you were hoping that you’d be moved into a room with one of your husbands. You weren’t visited by the incubus the night they all slept in your room.

Still, Jonah looked out for you. Under your dress right now was his bulletproof vest. 

A knock on the door.

“Come in.” Iris called to the door, still working on your hair.

Will entered the room. “Are you ready, Madonna?”

Before you opened your mouth, Iris replied. “You could use her real name, you know.”

Will didn’t look at her, keeping his eyes on you. “Her name is irrelevant, her position is everything.” When he turns and sees Reyansh, Will frowns. “What are you doing in here?”

Iris was quick to answer his unvoiced question. “He only came in after she was dressed.”

He instructs Reyansh to ready the carriage. Once he was out, Will turned to you with a smile. “You look stunning, Madonna.” Your heart swells with love for your handsome husband, dressed in his loose white shirt. In your hair, small white flowers adored you, carefully placed and worked in by Iris’s hands. She was incredible, making your dress too. It was colorful, with a color representing all four of your husbands. Under it, a bulletproof vest. No one in delta outside of guardsmen was allowed guns, but he wanted to be safe.

“Wow…” Will whispers, taking you in. There was just the slightest swell of a bump, you wondered if it was just weight gained from eating more these few months. Will took you into his arms kissing you deeply and feeling your stomach. Iris mumbles close enough as you’re pulled away. He turns back to her only a moment. “Make sure everything is ready when we’re back, please.”

Iris sighs, “It always is, Mr. Miller.”

*

Jonah cocked his gun. “Same as last time, honey. Anything happens, you come with me. Those guys can handle themself. I get hurt, do not stop for me. Just run. Someone will come find you, you just keep yourself alive, got it?” His brown eyes were on you for the first time in a long time, and you relaxed. Jonah’s eyes always calm you. It’s scary, knowing you were responsible for not just you, but someone else as well. The priestess stood at the balcony to the side, your husbands flanking you. Pope to your right, Francisco to your left, Ben to his left and Will to Popes right. Just as you were married.

“Men! Women! Children of Delta!” She shouts to the crown. “I present your Gods and your Madonna!” The crowd erupts into screams, and your heart fills with love for your people. “And!” A hush falls over the ground, waiting breaths quiet as they wait for the news. “I present to you, THE SAVIOR!”

The sound was deafening, a noise that shocked you and made you stumble back. To your surprise, Pope was behind you. It was a greater surprise when he rucked up your skirt.

Immediately your hands, out of instinct, go to bring the material down but his fingers quickly dig into your skin, warning you to behave. So, you stand there, humiliated, left hand gripping Francisco’s tighter. Pope loved you, he loved you and he’d never do something just to humiliate you! How stupid of you for feeling that way. This child was long prayed for, they and your body belonged to your husbands, belonged to Delta. Pope lifted your dress over the small bump,exposing your underwear to the crown. No one outside of your husband, a few house motherns and prefects had seen you in your underwear, so this was difficult…

But then Pope kissed your neck, and the worries melted away. Will, Francisco and Ben come to you, each placing a hand on your stomach as the priestess shouts, reaffirming that the savior’s parentage was of all four, that each of your husbands fathered this baby. You were called the vessel for their seed.

Then, you were placed on a tour. On a sitting carriage with all 4 of your husbands, you were paraded around to cheering people, the faces of women from your dormitory and even your room recognizable in the crowds. One woman whose bed was next to yours shot you a deadly glare as you passed by. She was mean, frequently detailing her escapades with Ben and throwing your own lack of attention in your face, but who was laughing now? Ben choose her for a short term fuck. You had a greater purpose.

When you reached the mansion again, the gates were crowded with people reaching out for you, and although there was fear as the mass of the crowd grew, there was also power. The savior of the broken, the beaten and the damned lay in your holy womb, you were the bringer of life. YOU were the divine mother.

The gunshot brought you back to reality.

*

“WILL!” You scream as your husband is shot backwards, stumbling into his brother’s arms who he shoved out of the way of the bullet. Jonah didn’t care about Will, however. He didn’t care about Ben falling at him brothers side under the weight. He didn’t even care about Francisco scrambling to grab at Ben in the chaos, and he certainly didn’t care about Santiago dragging Frankie away.

He cared about, sobbing in his arms desperately trying to get to your fallen love. Jonah wrapped an arm around you and pulled you away into the riotous, scampering crowd. You needed to get away from the shooter. 

“NO!” You bawl loudly. Howling that he’s dying, that you need to be with him, but Jonah didn’t give a shit about that prick. He calls to Reyansh, who jumped out of the carriage the second the gun goes off. It was intentional, having Rey at the helm with him; only Rey would care enough about you out of all the guardsmen that Jonah could depend on him. Into the madness, you wouldn’t stop screaming and that rainbow dress of yours was not helping the situation. 

“Rey! The tunic!” Jonah had to spin you around to disorient you enough to make you stop fighting in your hysteria, forcing your arms up while Rey slid a long, brown standard tunic over your body, making you blend into the neutral tones on the crown. Jonah clamped down over your mouth and pulled you away as the center of the shooting grew further away, Reynash covering you both. Once at the posting for a guard, Rey held you as Jonah mounted the steed and pulled you up, riding off with you.

*

You hadn't stopped sobbing for hours. Reyansh watched in concern, wanted so badly to comfort you lest the heaving and thrashing harm the baby or yourself. Rey loved children, he couldn’t wait for a day he could take Iris away and raise a family together, to finally be with her intimately and live a life with her. 

Even if children weren’t in the picture (Iris wanted one in theory, but was hesitant to bring one into this world, understandably.) he’d cherish a life growing old with his lover. Maybe they’d some orphaned child; Iris had a soft spot for children in need. Her maternal instincts are why, despite not wanting to be friends or even really know her, Iris took care of the girl. Iris had ten years on the naive child. Continuously, she had warned him about keeping his distance, not raising suspicion that anything was happening between him and the girl, but it wasn’t his fault she was damn delightful. However, despite her obvious beauty, talents and sweet demeanor, nothing compared to Iris.

Reyansh could wax poetry about her all day long, and often did. He barely had any free time, most of the pockets of time he had, Rey liked to help Iris with her Herculean tasks, the laundry and dishes like Sisyphus and the boulder. He couldn’t take away the fact the next day would be filled with more dishes, more wall washing, more cooking, but he’d gladly sacrifice an hour of sleep so she could gain one. With him at all times, however, was his notebook and pen. As he sat at a mount or perch Rey liked to try his hand at poetry and writing. 

Sometimes it was about the beauty of nature, the flowers he planted and gardens he kept, how they gave him joy during difficult times. Sometimes it was about the complex nature of family, of Iris and Jonah, Santiago and what he knew of Beatriz, which wasn’t much, the strained love and hatred between Will and Ben, or his own desire for fatherhood. Sometimes he wrote about the 5 lovers, the girl, the men who claimed to be gods, how each individual relationship strengthened them and weakened them in their own ways and how the girl changed things for better or for worse. Mostly, he just wrote about Iris, the prettiest flower he had.

He caught a glimpse of Jonah at the window, motioning him to come out. This safe house was his idea. Apparently, he and Marcus used to escape here sometimes.

Rey tries to tell you he’s stepping outside but you aren’t listening, curled up in a ball on the bed sobbing. He makes his exit.

Once outside, Jonah offers him a sip from his flask but Rey declines.

“I was going to ask how she is, but I can hear my answer.” The sound of you wailing penetrates the walls.

“How Will?”

“He’ll live, unfortunately.”

“Damn.”

“Yeah.” Jonah sighs, lighting a cigarette. “Wish those fuckers would just die.”

There was a long pause, Reyansh thinking hard before saying what he was thinking. He didn’t defy or talk back to Jonah, he respected him as his superior and, for all intents and purposes, his father in law. But Jonah was flawed. “You’re the one with a gun, Jonah”

Jonah inhaled a long drag before answering in a puff of smoke. “We’ve been over this.” He walked into the safe house.

They had talked, several times. Rey wanted Iris out but he didn’t have much power and knowledge. Jonah had the gun and a hundred reasons not to. There was no way to kill all 4 because everyone was armed. The community would riot. There was no where safe to go. A failed attempted would end Iris’s life. All these may be true, Jonah did have 4 decades of guard experience… but really, Rey thought he was just a coward, and maybe he cared for Pope and/or Francisco more than he’d like to admit. He’d been with those two since infancy, helped raise them, been a father figure most of their lives… it was understandable.

When he walked into the house, it was to crying but this time, relieved. He must have told her Will would be okay. You had your arms wrapped around his neck and he held you close to him, rubbing your back.

“It’s gonna be okay, honey, everyone’s gonna be just fine.”

*

Ben was changing Will’s bandages when you walked in and it made you nauseous to see the blood. Jonah said the bullet went straight through, that he’d be okay he just needed to rest, but the sight was disturbing.

Will groans. “Baby, don’t want you seeing me like this.”

Benny flicks his brothers arm. “Let her be, she was worried about you.”

The older Miller grumbled, but allowed you to kneel his side. He thumbed away a tear, “Don’t cry for me, beautiful girl.”

“What happened?” You sniffle, looking between Benny and Will.

“A girl from the dorms, she took the gun off a guard and tried to shoot-”

Ben interrupted. “You, Madonna.” He looked to his brother. “Melody, your old roommate, she tried to shoot you out of jealousy, she wanted to be with me. Will pushed you aside, took the bullet.”

You blink at that. Melondy wanted to shoot you? She wanted you dead? And Will. was he even standing by you? “But… I don’t remember being pushed.”

“Oh sweet girl…” Will cood. “Do you not remember? Poor thing, it was probably so traumatic-”

“No, I remember-”

“Your brain probably blocked a lot of it out, repressed it to protect you.”

Yeah, yeah that made sense. Memory was fragile. Will winced and Ben finished cleaning him and you took his hand as a new packing kit was applied. “Thank you for saving me…” You kiss his hand, feeling the rough knuckles warm skin. “For saving our baby…”

You fell asleep beside him that night, laying on his chest. He was warm, firm, inviting and protective. Nothing mattered more than the fact your husbands and your baby were safe.

Melody was dead. After the first shot missed, she approached where the four men had gathered intent on finding you, but Ben said Pope shot her square in the forehead, that he protected you while Jonah and Reyansh took you to safety. Ben said he had stood in front of his brothers and you, fearless, brave and bold. Pope loved his people, but he loved you most of all.

When you awoke, it was lae evening and although you wanted to go back to sleep, after some tossing and turning you realized you could. Not wanting to wake Will, you check his pulse and breathing, both strong and head out of the room to see if anyone is up. You know they dont like you wandering around the mansion without protection but you weren’t a child.

After Jonah and Rey had taken you back home, you were desperate to see William, but Pope demanded your presence with Francisco, both holding you tightly and checking you over again and again, tell you how precious you were, how loved. Pope knelt in front of you, hands on your belly, kissing it. You were thankful to have such loving and protective husbands. Despite the horrors of today, you felt blessed beyond measure 

You came to the kitchen first seeing a light on. Sometimes Benny liked late night snacks. Instead, you see Iris and Reyansh slow dancing in the kitchen. Iris was actually smiling. No doubt Rey was fearful of his own women’s safety being forced in the cabin with you for so long after a riot broke out right outside where she was. Silent, you step away from the cute lovers and allow them their time. Rey helped save your life today, you needed to thank him, and thank Iris for all she did for your family, you were lucky to have them both.

You try to see if Pope is awake next. When you approach his room, the grunting sounds make you stop, peaking through the slightly cracked door. Pope was on top of Francisco, fucking into his ass with his legs bent up into a press. It was a position he used on you many a time. Francisco was a puddle beneath him, his curls stuck to the sweat on his head. He looked incredible. The way Pope kissed him so deep… You couldn’t help feeling warm inside. How lucky you were that your husbands loved each other so much.

Ben was found in the gym. For a moment, you merely watch him. Shirtless in his red shorts and throwing punches at a punching bag. He probably had so much energy in him after everything today, watching his brother bleeding in his arms. She knew they didn’t always get along, Ben holding anger for Will so often and over what, you couldn’t yet discern. Maybe this tragedy would bring them back together. You admire his body, carved out and chiseled in perfect form. 

You loved the bodies of all your husbands, in each and every different.

Will was largess; tall, muscular, wide everywhere. Everywhere. His body consumed you just as yours consumed him; he was like a shield, metaphorically and now literally.

Santiago was softer. A small belly that was only noticeable when he was bent over, plush though and a moon shaped ass. He was all curves, from his nose down to his calved you had massaged so ardently.

If Pope was soft, Francisco was a pillow. Heavy weight surrounded him, the broad expanse of his shoulders to the fat at his waist and you just wanted to bury your face into it, you want to bite, nibble, and worship the pudge that spilled over his pants.

Ben was lean, the tallest of them and slim hips under rippling muscles. Golden God, beholden before you and it was as if his glory radiated off him. Despite the strength he was light on his feat. He could have been a boxer in another life.

“How are you feeling?” His deep voice breaks the tranfiction of the way his body moved, stilling the punching bag.

“I’m good, just woke from a nap with Will.”

Still looking away, Ben nodded. His mood matched the storm clouds out the window. After wiping his face, Benny chugged water and then finally made his way over to you in long, quick strides. His eyes flashed with the lightning outside.

*

Pope fucked Frankie with a fury he couldn’t recall in years. Frankie had defined him, ignoring his orders to leave but no, he wanted to stay with Ben. 

“You don’t think I wanted Ben and Will safe too?” He growled in his lovers ear. 

“I know!”

“You’re more important!”

He almost lost Will, Ben, the savior, and most importantly Frankie today. The girl would pay, fuck she’d pay. He couldn’t do anything Madonna might see, she thinks she’s dead already… no, a gunshot was to quick for someone trying to harm his family, but he’d make her suffer.

His anger toward Francisco wouldn't be helped when today, when he went to make love to Frankie, he found him in Ben's arms, cumming on his hand.

*

Ben had you pinned against the wall, fucking into you with your legs hitched around his narrow hips. The wind outside picked up speed, displaying his anger, his frustration, his love and his lust. You let him take you, fucking into your pregnant womb with his face tucked in your neck. You felt as if you were floating, like you were the center of the world right now. The sun God orbited you. Someone had tried to take you from him, a women he used to claim as his own but she had been cast aside for a reason. In her jealousy, she though she could regain her place at his side but that was foolish. Ben would never have loved her the way he loved you, the way he loved his husbands. Will, Francisco and Pope could never love her. 

She was not the Madonna.

She could never carry the savior.

She could only ever have a bastard.

*

“Gonna fill you up, Frank.” Pope grunted, breath hot against Francisco's cheek, mouth to mouth, lips to lips. “Gonna fill up this tight little hole of yours until you’re pregnant with my baby, you got that?”

Frank’s eyes went wide. “Santi, wha-” But he stopped when Santiago slapped him. This shocked Frankie, Santi didn’t slap him, he didn’t hurt him like that…

“Take it!” Santiago screams, tears of anger blurring his eyes. He chose Ben over him. He’d rather stay in danger with Ben than safety with him. “Your mine, under stand?!” When Frankie didn’t answer right away, Pope gripped his jaw and felt a warm tear fall down his cheek. “DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!”

*

Long fingers gripping your asscheeks, digging into the sensitive skin.

Firm abs rubbing against your body.

Hips stimulating your clit.

A finger fucking into your asshole. 

Everything was better than your wildest dreams. No incubus, a child on the way, friends and family. This was a life your father tried to take from you, but you were like gold that’s tested in fire.

Ben came inside when the thunder cracked, lightning still flashing and illuminating him with light. He muttered Francisco’s name.

*

“YES!” Francisco shouted in pain, face grimacing. “I’m yours! I’m yours Santi, fill me up! Make me-” He swallowed, tears forming at his long lashes. He gritted his teeth. “Make me p-pregnant!”  Francisco was saying anything that'd make Santi stuff, just to make him cum and end this. He just wanted it over. All of it. He didn't understand why he wasn't allow to be happy, to feel safe, to have peace. Instead he had to submit to Santi's whims just like Beatriz.

Santiago tucked his face into his lovedrsneck, biting him as he came inside. Whimpering, tears streaming wildly down his face, Santiago bit into Frankie’s tender flesh: neck, then shoulder, till finally he just continuously bit into the skin on his large arm, drawing the blood and bruising the skin. It hurt like hell, Frankie's head thrashing back and forth on the pillow trying to take the pain and bare it. Santiago's tears mixed with blood as he finished cumming, thrusts slowing into a lul.

Francisco didn’t know where his body ended and Santi’s began.

He wanted Ben, to be held and protected by him. To be touched gently, with love. To be not possessed but show off so that he knew Ben was proud of him, proud of what they had, not what the fuck Santigo was doing to him. He wanted Madonna with her sweet kisses and open adoration. He wanted Will with his healing nature, tender hands on his arching, bleeding arm. He wanted anything but Santi’s touch right now.

Santiago curled behind Francisco. His hand rested on Frankie’s stomach.

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This disturbed me writing the end asdfghjkl

Madonna crying Reminds me of tww bonus chapter where little one thinks joel is dead and is just ugly sobbing

Madonna has... a lot to process today, and absolutly no therapy and no one she can be honest with about what she's witnessing.

I hope you all enjoyed... or .... something....???

Thoughts on Santis episode, Benny having a fit because he wanted Frankie but had to take madonna, will being shot, madonna is pregant, rey's thoughts!!!!! Jonah protecting madonna, etc.

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if youre writing more snippets you should share more snippets! i'm obsessed with the asexula trans cyborg

I love you for being interested in this, thank you so much <3

The cyborg, called Alloy, isn't asexual but he is trans. His boyfriend, Cal, is asexual but they haven't ever really discussed it. The idea of the story at this point is Alloy has just begun to express an interest in finding a way to orgasm, and Cal is being supportive if a little clinical about it.

We're still very much in first draft territory. There's a lot of moments I'd go back and flesh out more in a second run through. Like, he's cooking this whole scene but I don't mention smells at all. And the trip down memory lane should be more visceral, but I cbf getting into that mood tonight so I'll do it some other time. Regardless, I'm giving you this snippet cos it's the first time Alloy is obviously trans. There's a mention of chest scars in an earlier scene, but that could be anything ya know

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Alloy crossed his arms. “You’re talking about me with a shrink?”

“Informally,” Cal chuckled. “She’s a good friend, you’ve met her, she came over for drinks when her husband was in top end. Anyway, I was asking about phantom limb stuff.”

“I don’t have phantom limbs. I get sensation from my legs.”

“You did, though, I imagine? Back when it was new?”

“Yeah.” Alloy cringed a little. Thinking about the early days made his hips ache. There’d been a month of shattered pelvis when they’d tried to save some more of him. It had ended up being carved out, of course.

“I bought you a dildo!”

Alloy’s unwilling trip down memory lane abruptly stopped. He stared at Cal, mouth agape, relishing the blush that started to form on Cal’s face.

Alloy grinned widely. “Phantom dick?”

Cal rubbed his forehead. “That’s the theory.”

Alloy laughed. “You bought me a dildo? What colour is it?”

“Pink! Like, skin colour. White guy colour, like you. It’s realistic, it’s meant to be convincing.”

“That’s so funny, Cal,” Alloy said. The rice pot bubbled, so he spun and turned it down. He faced Cal again. “Can I see it?”

“Now?” Cal asked. “Dinner’s nearly ready.”

“Don’t stall, it’s got ten minutes and I - ” Alloy stepped up and leaned his chest against Cal’s, smiling at him warmly. “ - want to see what kind of dick you think I should have.”

Cal rolled his eyes and pushed him away. Alloy went where he was directed and, as Cal left the kitchen with a mutter, checked on the stew. It smelt good, he gave it another stir. Ten minutes was probably too long, really. He turned the burner down.

“It was slim pickings for realistic ones, so don’t you go reading anything into this,” Cal said. He passed Alloy a brown paper bag with a box inside.

It was, Alloy had to admit, a very normal dick-like looking dildo. Pale pink and red, some veins, exposed head. On the bigger size, but if he were hooking up with someone back in the day it’d hardly stop the show. He used the kitchen scissors to get it out of the box and held it up curiously. It was cold and not at all alive.

“You know, I never had a dick.” He waggled it around in the air. “Still think it’ll work?”

“Oh, bugger, I forgot,” Cal said quickly. “Yeah, I don’t know. Do you feel like you should have a penis or a vagina?”

“I mean, penis.” Alloy shrugged. He held it to his crotch, poking forward like a habitually erect porn star’s. It wasn’t convincing, but it wasn’t an unpleasant sight. “What d’you think?”

“I think if you pulled your dick out in the kitchen in any other setting, I’d tell you off.”

Alloy chuckled. He rested two fingers on the tip and began to drag them down the length, trying to imagine that he was really touching himself, trying to feel the sensation that would come from that.

Cal caught his wrist, pulling his hand from the dildo. “Let’s eat first, love.”

Alloy’s blood sparked a little bit, excitement curling up him. But he didn’t want to push things, especially not if Cal had a plan of some kind. And if he’d been talking to a psychiatrist about phantom limb therapies, he may well.

Alloy passed the dildo to Cal, then turned the burners off. His throat was thick with something, but he swallowed it down. He served the stew out and let Cal lead them through to the lounge.

[stellarboystyles]

hiiii hope you’re well! Will we ever get a part 2 to right where you left me?? That cliffhanger gets me on edge every time I re read it lol

Harry's never endured a more torturously long trip inside a vehicle quite like this ambulance ride. The hospital was 5 bloody minutes out and it felt like fifty, clutching his wife's hand like it was the last time he ever could where she was clutching back. He'll never forget the look in her eyes that night.

"I don't wanna die."

Her cries crushed his soul. The look on her face and the quivering in her voice was enough send him into a coma. We're talking about the girl that Harry knew he was going to marry by the middle of their second date.

"M'gonna marry you."

Nora hides a giggle behind the wine glass in her hand.

"You're drunk."

When people ask Harry when he knew she was the one, he tells this story every time.

Seeing this gorgeous girl—who's warm and kind and...real, tipsy off some cheap wine and giggling at his jokes that he knows aren't really that funny at all—was unbelievable to him.

"M'not drunk, m'serious." Harry scoffs playfully, waving his hand dismissively. "And maybe a little drunk, but that's not even relevant."

"Mhm." she nods, trying to stifle another laugh. "We'll see if your mind changes in the morning."

The eye contact between the two of them never stifled, a defining moment for Nora and Harry. It was a scene out of a Netflix original. John B and Sarah Cameron level shit.

"It won't."

The girl he used to take on secret sushi dates away from any cameras.

“I’ve never met someone who likes poke as much as I do.”

“My mom grew up in China, so this is what I grew up eating.” She laughs.

“I thought sushi was from Japan?”

Nora giggles, giving Harry the impression that he just fucked up royally.

“M’sorry—”

“Harry, didn’t you know that sushi actually originated in China?”

“I—I didn’t.”

“No one really does.” she giggles. “It’s ok.”

“See, when we get married,” she starts, making Harry nearly choke on his water as she’s nonchalantly picking up another sashimi with her chopsticks. “I can make you any kind of sushi you want, like a pro.”

He’s in awe of her. Her charm and her wit, it’s something you can’t fake and he can’t stop smiling.

“Mm, can’t wait.”

The girl that said “okay?!” when he proposed.

The girl that pulled all the strings to make his birthday special during quarantine.

The girl who went to every show of his that she could to support him.

The girl that makes him homemade gifts because she knows they mean more to him that some $11k pair of Gucci boots.

That girl. His forever. His baby. The one he could never live without, even if he tried.

“We’re going to Trauma One.”

“Page OB.”

“Can we get Respiratory in here, please?!”

Harry waits in the waiting room for an eternity. He’s either sitting down in one of the chairs bouncing his leg or pacing back and forth to pass the time. Finally, the door from the waiting room to the ER buzzes open and Harry pushes himself out of the chair to meet the nurse that’s walking out. He knows she’s out here for him, the hospital was a ghost town tonight. No one in the waiting room but him.

“Are you husband?”

“Yes.” He nods.

“What’s her name and birthday?”

“Nora Styles, 1/16/97.”

“Alright, she's up in OB now, 3rd floor. I'll walk you up.”

He’s walking with the nurse as she begins filling him in.

“She's stable now, mum and baby's oxygen levels and heart rate are normal, but her blood pressure is very high, too high for us to be comfortable with letting this go, so the doctor will probably want an emergency c-section.”

The nurse took notice of the worry on Harry's face and attempted to put him at ease.

"It sounds scary, but their number one priority is a healthy and happy mom and baby. And in this case that means getting your baby out as soon as possible."

They reach the unit doors, and she buzzes him in.

"She's in 14B, just down that hall and her room is on the left."

Harry thanks her again and hurries down the hall. His nerves spike approaching the door.

He was almost afraid to see her. He'll never get that image out of his head. Her laying on the fucking pavement, all bloodied and bruised. Probably a scene that could haunt him forever.

“Love?”

Slowly walking in, he sees his wife asleep on the bed. Her arm is bruised pretty badly, marked with purplish blue bruises on her hand.

“Oh, babe.”

He sits down in the chair next to her, and takes her hand in his.

“You’re gonna be okay.” He whispers, kissing her hand before the tears start rolling.

“I love you so much.”

He’s choking back cries, and tilts his head towards the ceiling.

“Don’t let her fucking die, please.”

to be continued

[cowgurrrl]

Obsessed with rockstar!Joel and I have so many ideas for the story, not that you need any you are very creative but I’ll share anyway:

- reader having a girls day with Ellie and Sarah.

- Joel protecting reader from the paparazzi.

- one of the girls calling reader mom.

- Joel finding out he is having a boy.

- Joel bringing Sam to set to surprise reader.

- Reader struggling with mom guilt.

THESE ARE THE ONES IVE BEEN WAITING ON!! I combined two of them and I'll most likely come back to some of them

Little Wonders

Pairing: rockstar!joel miller x actress!reader

Summary: When mom guilt takes over, Joel finds a way to support you

Warnings: parental guilt, fluff, Sammy Bammy being the sweetest baby angel

You check your phone for the millionth time since you've gotten to set, waiting to see an emergency text or phone call from Joel so you can go home. It's not that you don't trust your husband and the father of your child. It's that you're willing to take any excuse to leave work early. When Sam was born, you took two years off to be with him. No new projects, no filming in faraway locations, nothing. For two years, your life only consisted of taking care of Sam which you're incredibly grateful for, but now that you're back at work, you feel so insanely guilty. You explained to Sam in the weeks leading up to the start of production that you wouldn't be home all the time anymore, but Dada would be, and he seemed to understand to a certain level. But, when you left for work that first day, he still screamed his head off.

That was a month ago. Things have gotten a little easier now that you're in a routine, and Joel is amazing about sending you pictures and videos and calling you when you get a break. You make sure to get home while Sam's eating dinner, but sometimes it doesn't always work out like that, and by the time you walk in the door, Sam is asleep. Your heart especially hurts when you don't get to see him all day, and you've cried to Joel one too many times about it. Carolina told you it's normal to want to be with your babies, but it's not fair to beat yourself up about it. "You're allowed to still have a career as a mom," she told you. You repeat that sentence to yourself over and over again at work, but you still feel guilty.

Today, you're filming a pretty easy scene. It's not emotionally taxing or anything like that. It's actually a fun party scene in which the entire cast is there. You get to talk and hug everyone between takes, even laying on Maggie when you hit a wall in the middle of the day. You're so involved in the scene, and your friends that you don't even notice Joel is there with Sammy on his hip until you're in the middle of delivering a line, and you hear an excited "Mama!" You immediately melt and look around until you spot your guys.

"Is that my baby?" You ask as Joel puts him down. Sammy runs over to you as fast as his little legs can handle, and you squat down to scoop him in your arms the second he's within reach. The cast and crew aw at the sweet moment, but you only care about Sam and how he's patting your back like you've done for him millions of times. Joel comes over and pecks your lips.

"Sorry. We were gonna wait until you were done. Thought you could use a visit." He says, and you smile and kiss Sam's cheek.

"This is exactly what I needed. Thank you." You say. For ten minutes, you let Sam run around the sound stage, play with your castmates and touch the props (with supervision). He has the time of his life as he bounces from couch to couch and sits on Dylan's shoulders so he can be tall. It's a great break for everyone, and once the ten minutes are up, Sam goes around and gives everyone fist bumps or "knuckles, dude," as he urges everyone. Then, Joel scoops up your curly-headed boy, kisses you, and tells you they'll be waiting in your trailer. Sam waves bye to you over Joel's shoulder, and you blow a kiss to him, your heart bursting at the sight of him returning the kiss.

"Oh, my God. He's so cute. Are you kidding me?" Maggie says as you return to your marks, and you laugh. You glance in the direction Sam and Joel left in and smile, knowing your boys are waiting for you.

"Yeah, I got pretty lucky."

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Mrs. Shelby - Chapter 20 - Gangster

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Tommy simply cleaned up and drove away. He had to complete the final deal. I sat on Charlie's bed, staring out the window absentmindedly. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I just really disliked that Russian woman. Maybe it's because I didn't know how to handle her, and I don't like things slipping out of control. Plus, she was too fearless, too crazy, and her gaze towards Tommy seemed too naked, as if my husband could be used as a bargaining chip. I dare say she wouldn't mind making love to Tommy right in front of me. God knows what goes on in the minds of these Russians!

Fortunately, I won't have to see her again after today. The sky gradually brightened, and I listened to the birds outside and the sound of cars passing by, feeling tired. Wrapped in a cashmere shawl, I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes. My eyes were just a bit tired…

"Mrs."

I opened my eyes and saw Jenny with apologetic eyes. "Sorry to disturb your rest, but Mr. Mos called, looking for Mr. Shelby."

I felt a bit dizzy when I stood up, thankfully Jenny supported me. "Mrs., would you like to have something to eat first?"

I smiled and shook my head at her, picking up the receiver. "Good morning, Officer Mos. I'm Diana Shelby. My husband is not at home. You can tell me what you need, and I'll relay it to him word for word."

"Alright, I understand. Thank you for your cooperation, Mrs. Shelby."

As I hung up the phone, I almost stumbled to the ground. Luckily, Tommy caught me in time and carried me back to the bedroom. "What did Mos say?" Tommy skillfully massaged my legs.

"Birmingham Police issued arrest warrants. Arthur, John, Polly, Michael, none of them can escape." I looked at my husband with a heavy heart. It was Churchill's blatant threat: he knew Tommy's weakness was his blood ties, but not arresting me and Charlie was to avoid Tommy causing chaos. Not arresting Tommy was to keep him obedient and working for him.

Churchill's problems are easy to solve, but I can already imagine the resentment the Shelbys will have towards Tommy after today.

Tommy kissed my lips. "You should rest, Diana. You're carrying a child." He looked at my slightly bulging belly, touched it, and said, "Don't worry, everything will be fine."

"And then what? Are you going to handle everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"Then what? Are you going to bear everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"……"

I was awakened by the noise downstairs.

I got up from the bed. My head was still dizzy, and I felt confused. I turned the doorknob, wanting to see what was happening outside, but found that the door was locked.

Then I remembered Mos's call this morning.

It began.

I sat back on the bed, closed my eyes, and waited for the commotion to pass.

I heard someone fiddling with the doorknob of our bedroom, trying to open the door.

I heard Tommy's angry questioning, suppressing his anger. "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can say it out loud. What are you doing sneaking around my wife's door?"

… It was Linda.

They were arguing, and I couldn't hear it clearly through the door, but I knew Ada, Esme, and Lizzy Stark had also joined in. Advice and arguments mixed into a mess.

In fact, Linda couldn't argue with me. In fact, among the people I know, there are few who can win in a verbal dispute with me. And as a sister-in-law, as the wife of the head of the family, I have absolute confidence in handling Linda and Esme's dissatisfaction and soothing their emotions. But Tommy is too cautious and worried. He's afraid they'll impulsively hurt me and my unborn child, so he locked me in the bedroom.

Finally, at the cost of a slap, the noise outside returned to calm.

I was awakened by the noise downstairs.

I got up from the bed. My head was still dizzy, and I felt confused. I turned the doorknob, wanting to see what was happening outside, but found that the door was locked.

Then I remembered Mos's call this morning.

It began.

I sat back on the bed, closed my eyes, and waited for the commotion to pass.

I heard someone fiddling with the doorknob of our bedroom, trying to open the door.

I heard Tommy's angry questioning, suppressing his anger. "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can say it out loud. What are you doing sneaking around my wife's door?"

… It was Linda.

They were arguing, and I couldn't hear it clearly through the door, but I knew Ada, Esme, and Lizzy Stark had also joined in. Advice and arguments mixed into a mess.

In fact, Linda couldn't argue with me. In fact, among the people I know, there are few who can win in a verbal dispute with me. And as a sister-in-law, as the wife of the head of the family, I have absolute confidence in handling Linda and Esme's dissatisfaction and soothing their emotions. But Tommy is too cautious and worried. He's afraid they'll impulsively hurt me and my unborn child, so he locked me in the bedroom.

Finally, at the cost of a slap, the noise outside returned to calm.

Quiet.

The whole house was quiet.

These big houses are like monsters, devouring the worldly atmosphere, silently watching the joys and sorrows inside. When the house is quiet, like now, every piece of tile, every inch of wooden furniture is chilling to the bone. The sun is so big, but it can't illuminate every corner of the house. I can't tell if this kind of emptiness is glory or curse.

After a while, the door rang, and Tommy walked in. There were still handprints on his face. When he came in, he was lighting a cigarette, and when he saw me awake, he quickly hid the cigarette behind him. "How did you sleep?"

"Quite well." I walked up to him, took the lit cigarette from his hand, and put it in his mouth. "I'll allow you to break the rules once."

He smiled and let me press him on the bed gently. "You should rest too, Mrs. Shelby."

Tommy slept beside me, and I lay beside him. Even though he was asleep, he still furrowed his brows slightly. What could he be worrying about in his dreams? I helplessly smiled.

Actually, if he was willing, I could go back to London and deal with things. My father was a conservative, and I used to be a patron of the conservatives. Since Solomon could reconcile with Tommy, businessmen and politicians should be no problem. Tommy seemed to hear my thoughts in his dreams. He raised his head, "You're pregnant."

"Then what? Are you going to bear everything on your own?"

"Diana,

you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"What's next? Are you going to handle everything on your own?"

"Diana, you're pregnant." He finally looked up. "I don't want anything to happen to you and our child."

"……"

Mrs. Shelby 21 Gang - Vanessa's Poplar Tree

After a while of rest, Tommy started his early departures and late returns, busy with Churchill's orders.

Ada was the only Shelby who still wanted to associate with us. She would bring Carl to accompany Charlie when I attended Shelby Charity Foundation events.

Tommy originally disagreed with me traveling around with a big belly. He hoped I could stay at home and rest peacefully. "The foundation's matters can wait until after you give birth."

"But you know, Tommy, you can leave me at home, but you can't keep me from worrying about you. I have to find something to do to distract my attention."

Tommy glanced at me, hesitated, and finally spoke, "You know those people won't allow us to enter their halls."

"Oh, whatever." I certainly knew that those aristocrats looked down on the Shelby family. The flattery of those noble ladies was only because of my title. But it didn't matter. My goal was not to please them.

I want the people of Birmingham to feel the grace of the Shelby family and build a good reputation for the Shelby family in Birmingham. With both grace and authority, we will establish our own system on our land. We are no longer street thugs but businessmen wandering in the gray area. I don't care about how those aristocratic ladies perceive us; what matters is how we handle ourselves.

They may want to erase us insignificant little people, but I won't let them have their way.

Actually, both of us didn't know exactly what we were busy with. But Tommy remembered my due date even more clearly than I did.

Since December, he began to nervously watch my bulging belly, forbidding Charlie from playing around me, and often supporting me on walks in the garden.

Tommy's efforts were not in vain. Arthur and the others were released before Christmas, and Tommy also received an OBE medal. Tommy, who just got the medal, looked like a kid who just bought the Mona Lisa, proud even without saying a word. Until he found that I had almost no reaction to it.

"There are still Commander medals below OBE, and above that are Knight Commander medals and Knight Grand Cross medals. Only citizens awarded the top two grades of honors are considered to have received a knighthood, and they can add the title of Sir before their surname." I explained to him like reciting a textbook.

Tommy fell silent after hearing this.

Today is Christmas, and I don't want my little prince to feel unhappy. I quickly put on a smiling face. "But this is a leap from zero to hero, isn't it?"

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. "I thought… the weight of those things would be heavy enough."

Maybe in their hearts, we who hold those things are not important enough.

But these are not things we need to care about now.

I felt a warm flow between my legs and pain in my lower abdomen. I curled up, hoping to alleviate the pain as much as possible.

"Tommy… the amniotic fluid broke…"

Bloody Gang - Mrs. Shelby - Tommy Shelby

After a while of rest, Tommy started his early departures and late returns, busy with Churchill's orders.

Ada was the only Shelby who still wanted to associate with us. She would bring Carl to accompany Charlie when I attended Shelby Charity Foundation events.

Tommy originally disagreed with me traveling around with a big belly. He hoped I could stay at home and rest peacefully. "The foundation's matters can wait until after you give birth."

"But you know, Tommy, you can leave me at home, but you can't keep me from worrying about you. I have to find something to do to distract my attention."

Tommy glanced at me, hesitated, and finally spoke, "You know those people won't allow us to enter their halls."

"Oh, whatever." I certainly knew that those aristocrats looked down on the Shelby family. The flattery of those noble ladies was only because of my title. But it didn't matter. My goal was not to please them.

I want the people of Birmingham to feel the grace of the Shelby family and build a good reputation for the Shelby family in Birmingham. With both grace and authority, we will establish our own system on our land. We are no longer street thugs but businessmen wandering in the gray area. I don't care about how those aristocratic ladies perceive us; what matters is how we handle ourselves.

They may want to erase us insignificant little people, but I won't let them have their way.

Actually, both of us didn't know exactly what we were busy with. But Tommy remembered my due date even more clearly than I did.

Since December, he began to nervously watch my bulging belly, forbidding Charlie from playing around me, and often supporting me on walks in the garden.

Tommy's efforts were not in vain. Arthur and the others were released before Christmas, and Tommy also received an OBE medal. Tommy, who just got the medal, looked like a kid who just bought the Mona Lisa, proud even without saying a word. Until he found that I had almost no reaction to it.

"There are still Commander medals below OBE, and above that are Knight Commander medals and Knight Grand Cross medals. Only citizens awarded the top two grades of honors are considered to have received a knighthood, and they can add the title of Sir before their surname." I explained to him like reciting a textbook.

Tommy fell silent after hearing this.

Today is Christmas, and I don't want my little prince to feel unhappy. I quickly put on a smiling face. "But this is a leap from zero to hero, isn't it?"

He shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly. "I thought… the weight of those things would be heavy enough."

Maybe in their hearts, we who hold those things are not important enough.

But these are not things we need to care about now.

I felt a warm flow between my legs and pain in my lower abdomen. I curled up, hoping to alleviate the pain as much as possible.

"Tommy… my water broke…"

[ef-1]

🚩👹❤️❌️🆘️🚨💄💋🌹🍒!

sooooOOooooOOOOooo I'm 21, my friend is engaged, this is my first experience with one of my direct friends actually going on a wedding journey or whatever the fuck you call it, until today I thought the bridzilla thing was like a myth or a joke or mayhaps a boomer thing I don't fucking know what I thought but like. what is this truly. how many times can one person say "but it's my engagement party" before it's socially acceptable to hiss at them.

It's literally so bizarre. I know this is a stressful time. I understand the urge to want everything to be perfect. I know you want the support and help of your friends but maybe? Don't? Be? A? Cunt? I've known her for years, she's always been so sweet???

She made our other friend cry bc she wanted him to pick up the wine and he replied "sure! I'll head over at 3pm (party was at 7) after lunch with my bf" "ITS MY FUCKING ENGAGEMENT, CANT YOUR LUNCH WAIT" ¿¿¿ ???

I picked up the hors d'oeuvres, she changed the order from the catering company last minute so there was an extra charge, no biggie, I paid for it, didn't mention it to her at all. Picked up her dress. I booked & paid for her hair stylist. We're the same shoe size so for a couple of weeks I went out, tried on a bunch of shoes for her and sent her photos until she found the one. Steamed her dress this morning. She's not too handy with makeup and she asked me to do her makeup, something I've done hundreds of times before to no complaints but today was"kate, you're not doing it right, I want it to look like yours" WE DONT HAVE THE SAME FUCKINF FEATURES IM NOT A FUCKING MAGICIAN. Her sister doesn't drive so a couple of weeks ago I made the 3 hour drive to her country ass town to pick her and her weird husband who would not fucking stop flirting with me up. My friend got his bf who's a photographer to photograph the party for free. I lended her my grandmother's jewellery.

Literally one thing about me is I'll never ever, ever, ever do anything for someone because I expect something in return bc I think that's a shitty way to approach life and you'll hurt yourself when people don't repay you for something they didn't ask for. So I'm not the type of person to regret doing a favour bc if I do something, I wanted to. I had no problem with doing any of the above bc I agreed to do it. I wanted to do it.

What I did not agree to is having to watch her scream at our friend for 20 minutes until he cried. Honestly this should have been enough, I'm not a timid person I should have told her to fucking cut it out and I'm ashamed I didn't.

My nervous system has been literally fucking eating itself. My leg has been completely numb for 2 weeks now. standing is fine, but I literally can't walk without a cane. It sucks. It fucking sucks because people look at you and they mean well always but they can't not look like they pity you when they do. And she'd been disgusting today. Like a genuinely horrible person. And it's her night, didn't want to ruin it so after 2 hours of formalities, when people started grinding on eachother like animals in heat and her sister's husband started eyeing me like the fucking weirdo that he is and i got my 8th "Awwwww Katherine you look beautiful, why don't you dance" of the night BECAUSE I FUCKING CANT MAYBE THIS IS A REHEARSAL FOR WHEN I GET PARALYSED FUCK OFFFFFFFF I HOPE THE SUN FALLS ON YOUR FUCKING HEAD

I went up to her and whispered "hey, I'm just going to head out, the fatigue is hitting hard and I hate when people ask me why I'm not dancing" which is something she knows. Something I've confided in her about a hundred times. When MS fucks my mobility I usually just stay at home until it boils over, she knows this. So imagine my surprise when she literally looks me in my dumb fucking eyes 🧿🧿 and says "kate are you serious? Can't you just hold on a for a couple of hours, what am I meant to do without you." girl at this point? die for all I care.

Her raggedy ass fiance, who I've advocated the dumping of a trillion times btw has the AUDACITY to chase me to the car when my flatmate comes to pick me up with "Katherine you're upsetting her" ¿¿¿¿¿¿ ¿‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽‽

the wildest part is, this isn't even the wedding, this is just the engagement I just realised maybe despite knowing this friend for years maybe I didn't know her at all lol anyway I looked so fucking good it wasn't even close and I'm so glad I decided not to wear the expensive dress I'd planned on wearing, and maybe this is all a sobering lesson about socially sanctioned behaviour and not swallowing your tongue when someone you love is made to cry

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Damn it . . . RRR Headcanons here I go

Decided to finally make some head canons about RRR following the movie plotline kinda but being man enough to Queerify Ram and Bheem lets go.

Head canon No.1

Ram calls Bheem Diamond in English after the scene when Ram is introduced to bheem's fake family in RRR and Ram remembers his own family specifically his brother like in the movie but instead of making it brotherly I'll make it like Bheem seems like the first family he had outside of Sita and his Babai all his colleagues in the Police force were people he used but in that moment when he saw Bheem eating with his left hand and looking at Ram like that he knew that Bheem was different he was someone he'd grow to cherish like a Diamond. (I opted out of gold for some reason didn't like the sound of it). When Bheem asks Ram what Diamond means Ram lies and says it means brother in english like how Bheem calls Ram bhaiyya which means brother. Ram doesn't know why he lies he thinks its kinda funny Bheem doesn't know what it means an inside joke if you will. And since then Ram feels like his heart breaks a bit more when Bheem keeps calling him Bhaiyya he's supposed to feel like family but Bheem calling Ram Bhaiyya seems wrong for some reason. (he's realizing his feelings but plays it off like he's not used to affection from anyone else than his Babai and Sita).

I got this idea from an old movie I watched called Manam where the hero tells the heroine often that he loves her in english but she doesn't know english so she asks what it means and the hero lies saying it means to give something like a pen,pencil,paper etc. She doesn't find out what the saying "I love you" means till their wedding night.

Head canon No.2

Whenever Ram and Bheem hang out for what ever reasons after the whole um . . . Bheem getting whipped thing and the RRR plotline in general. As Bheem sleeps peacefully on Ram's bed because Ram insists looking as if he might actually break down if Bheem doesn't take the bed allowing Ram to sleep on the floor Ram often watches Bheem sleep (In a 'brotherly' way of course). His gaze drifts to Bheem's legs remembering the whippings Ram himself conducted on Bheem and feels intense sadness and often takes blessing from Bheem by putting a hand on Bheem's foot and then on his forehead its usually a blessing taken from Elders,husbands (take that as you will) or god. Ram believes Bheem to be someone blessed or divine because of how Bheem forgave Ram even after Ram betrayed Bheem in such a cruel way and Bheem still came back to aid Ram.

This head canon was also loosely inspired by another telugu movie I watched called Majilli where the heroine having a crush on the hero takes blessing from hero when he isn't looking because she wants to marry him this acknowledges her respect for him and they end up do getting married.

Head canon No.3

Ram felt like before it was his duty to marry Sita his mother wished for that and Sita was one of Ram's only family left and he fully intended on marrying Sita to fill that request to bond them eternally through marriage in order to get a piece of his family back in a way. But after Bheem was introduced into his life after Bheem saved him from his hanging he began pushing the idea of marrying Sita back and back trying to make excuses and why he would have to delay the marriage like defeating the British and whatnot. Sita also had a similar idea in mind but it wasn't as strong as Ram's sense of duty she'd actually be the one to say

"Baava I know marrying you is something Aunt (Ram's mother) wanted but I don't feel you need to keep the obligation anymore I am content just being your blood related family, your support system, your friend, I don't think it is my love is what drives you anymore."

Sita suspects that Ram was changed by Bheem somehow not suspecting romantic feelings because Homophobia was definitely a thing back then but Hell their Mythological freedom fighters they can be Gay.

This headcanon wasn't inspired by any movie in particular just the general concept of Duty which is very important in Hindu culture and I wanted to add this to make Ram a bit more complex thats it.

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I will make a part 2 later if people request it. Definitely gonna add something to the 1st head canon. But for now I'm tired so if you want some more headcanons or have some ideas tell me in the comments

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C30: Burn

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Mary accepted your explanation that your "husband" had started drinking again and you had locked him in the room. You also got away with both portions of food that you moved into your room on the pretext that you'd go and keep watch over the fool. Mary seemed very understanding, and you started to wonder what Harold was like behind closed doors. Either way, Vash got to eat two portions for both lunch and dinner. You even helped him to the table; he moved largely on his own, his body simply stiff and his head spinning. You offered him support and guidance. Other than to eat, Vash spent the day sleeping, his quiet snoring being a comforting sound to you. The day went by very quickly, like in a daze. You didn't have much to do, so you paced around a lot or laid in bed next to Vash, careful not to wake him.

You don't dare fall asleep; the paranoid thoughts are drumming in your head. You take comfort in both the knife and gun strapped to your legs, occasionally touching them lightly to remind yourself that they are still there. You don't wish to hurt anyone, let alone take their lives, but if you have to for the sake of Vash, you will. He wouldn't be happy with that mentality, so you keep it to yourself.

Once again, you lay on the bed next to Vash's sleeping figure. Darkness has creeped into the room, and from outside, you hear some muffled rowdiness. You assume it comes from the saloon or from the front of the inn, but there is likely no cause for concern. Still, your body tenses up, with slight tremors running through it. Vash turns around in his sleep, grunting a little as he faces you. His metal arm is feeling along the bed till it reaches you, then grabbing the small of your back and pulling you into him. His arms wrap around you, and his chin lands on your head. His scent and proximity cause you to relax again, and the tremors subside.

Vash wakes up early in the morning before the suns have risen. He places a kiss on your head and nuzzles his face into your hair. His actions wake you from your daze, and you squeeze him a bit, holding tight and pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Good morning!" you whisper into the small space between your bodies.

"Morning, Sweet Pea!" His breath ruffles your hair.

"How are you feeling?" Your legs are intertwined as his hand moves along your back.

"Almost to full health, I think," he says. "A lot less tired, at the very least. I think I'm fine strutting about on my own now!"

"Do you think you can ride? I'd like to leave. Not that anywhere is safe." You speak quietly, not lifting your face.

"What makes you say that?" He sounds surprised, and you come clean about the whole situation, including the strange "humans" in the abandoned village, someone giving a tip about your movements, the temporary $$2,000,000 reward someone put out, and the town swarming with bounty hunters when you got here.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that by yourself." He squeezes you tighter. "It couldn't have been easy, but you did so well! I'll try my best to never put you in such a situation again!"

"You better!" you say with a genuine hint of anger in your voice that makes Vash laugh.

"So, where do you want to go?" He says that as he snuggles you closer, he's like a giant snake wrapping himself around you, his long limbs engulfing you and holding you tightly.

"Where can we go? Apparently the bounty hunters scattered when they thought you didn't show up in town the first night. I think there are still many around. I doubt any settlement in the area is safe."

"I think you worry too much." He answers your pondering with amusement.

"How could you say that after you were unconscious for three days?" You sound upset.

"I slept for the last day... And it's not like it's anything new that there are bounty hunters after me; it has been like this for a little while. We know now that something is up, and we will be more careful when it comes to strange people and places, but you and I will get out of anything!"

You let out a big sigh. He would be the death of you if you weren't immortal. You run your nails gently over his back and feel him shiver under your touch, soothing the tickle with the palm of your hand.

"So, where do you suggest we go?" you ask.

"More East? Or would you rather take a steamer from Terminal?"

"I would avoid the steamer; I feel like there are too many people. Both for your sake and mine."

"Then we will stock up on some food and water and head east and perhaps north after that to September or November." His hand is tightly holding the small of your back, making your bare skin tingle. His head shifts, and you feel his breath by your ear.

"Have I told you how wonderful you are?" His voice is so low and tender. "You are beautiful, strong, and kind. You're funny and tough, and the fire burning in you is so warm." He pauses for a moment and says, "I am so glad I found you, and I will keep following you across any desert, no matter how hard you try to get rid of me! Cause you are stunning in every single way. My lovely Iris!"

His hand traces under your shirt on your back, and he hugs you again. His heart feels like it's on fire, the same flame that burns in your eyes—the untamed and wild inferno. Once again, he feels so much, like he is going crazy, with the desire to be with you, to hold you, and to keep you safe. The feelings are so overwhelming that they almost feel aggressive. But it's actually nothing but love.

Your fingers trace the curvature of his body—the high points and valleys of his muscles. You feel the different textures of his skin under your fingertips. You trace over his chest, down over his abs and belly button, creeping onto his hip, and up along his side. You take your time to truly appreciate his body for what it is, no longer having to worry about its condition. His tight hug restricts your movement, but you end up slipping your hands onto his back. At the start, you feel it with your fingertips—the augmentations, the scarring, and his skin that's still whole. You try to remember every inch of it, to burn it into your memory. With the second pass, you use your nails, scratching his back gently, and it sends shivers up his spine.

Vash lets out a little moan by your ear when you trail over an especially sensitive spot. Your face is still buried in his chest, and your nose is filled with his comforting scent. His hands touch your back, traveling gently over your skin and feeling the dip of your side, grabbing at your waist. You hear his heart beating hard and fast, and there is a certain stiffness in his arms. The breathing by your ear is deep and quick. It feels like your insides are on fire; despite the comfort, this doesn't make you feel calm and peaceful. The feeling is intense and raw; it's rough around the edges, and the flow of it is so strong that it carries your hand to the waistband of his pants, feeling the edge of it, and your fingers dig between his skin and the drawstring. Your other hand is looking to grab hold of something, traveling up and intertwining with his hair. Your body tenses, squeezing his leg between your knees, and you look up to find his face, but before you can focus on that, his lips are on yours. They seem to try to be gentle at first, but quickly turn into the mouth of someone with an unquenchable hunger. His lips force yours to open, his hand on your side pulling you up, closer to him. The other one slides down onto your ass. Your fingers are pulling on his hair as your other hand finds the front of his pants.

He holds you as he rolls onto his back, and it takes minimal adjusting for you to end up sitting on him with your legs to either side. His hands grab the back of your thighs, pulling you up a bit more before sliding over your sides, bunching up your shirt as they go. Your hands travel along his arms, moving his hands onto your breasts before leaning in, his parted lips already waiting for yours. His hands squeeze the soft tissue through your underwear, and it makes you exhale. The pressure on your chest disappears as he grabs your shirt to pull it over your head, breaking the kiss. His hands greedily move over your back onto your shoulders and neck, the straps of your bra slipping down.

He turns again, pinning you between the bed and his body. His lips move from your lips to your neck, over to the collarbone. You find yourself holding his hair again as his kisses reach your chest, trailing diagonally across before pushing the underwear out of the way to focus his lips and tongue on one of your breasts. A moan escapes you, and his hand moves down your body in between your spread legs. You feel the metal stroking you through the fabric, making both your desire and his burn out of control. It feels like nothing is enough, like you've waited for something your whole life.

His other hand travels under your curved back to undo the hooks of your bra. You want to feel him—all of him. You want to grab him, squeeze him, stroke him, and dig your nails into him. He drives you wild by moving down with his kisses, removing his weight completely as he kneels between your legs, holding both of them for a moment. You see his eyes; there's an edge to them you don't normally see—a fire much like the one you feel. He lifts your leg to rest on his shoulder as he glides his hands to your thigh to undo the clasp of the gun holster and put it aside. He releases that leg and repeats this with your other one to remove the knife sheath. His hands move down your thighs over your ass and hips to undo your pants. It feels like he is teasing you as he pulls them off. He lays down again, coming closer as soon as they are removed, one of your legs between his as he kisses you again, one hand keeping him up, the other exploring your bits through the thin fabric of your underwear before pushing it to the side and playing with you. The breathy moans sounding out his name are music to his ears as his lips move onto your neck again.

One of your arms is thrown around him, your nails digging into his back; the other has untied the drawstring and is feeling him down, stroking along the length of him before pushing down his pants. The hunger is still growing in both of you, as is the desire to explore more of each other.

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I'll Be Back

Chapter 1

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About: Amelia 'Amy' Vargas had everything going for her. Her dream dog, big house, and in the honeymoon phase with her husband Alejandro Vargas. Her worst fear comes true when Alejandro is KIA during a mission. Or so she thinks. He comes back home, seemingly normal and like his usual self, but Rodolfo, who witnessed his death, is very suspicious.

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!Warnings!: Some short NSFW content

The longer I waited, the harder it was for me to stay awake. So I resorted to doing stuff around the house. There’s always something needing to be done around the place. Alejandro and I recently moved into his parent’s old ranch that had a farmhouse on the property. And while it is perfectly liveable, there’s work that needs to be done to not only the house but the barn as well. As I got up to inspect what could be done, I felt a brush up against my legs, nearly tripping me in the process. 

“Oh Winston! You nearly tripped me!” I exclaimed in a joking manner. 

Winston simply looked up at me and walked over to his food bowl, nonverbally demanding to be fed. 

“That’s all you care about huh?” I say, walking to his food bowl. 

A little snack couldn’t hurt him. Winston was a long haired, dark brown and black colored, brown eyed standard size Dachshund. Alejandro found him in the streets and brought him in, hoping he belonged to someone. No one ever claimed him and he was adjusting very well with Ale and I so we kept him. He has been in our household for a couple of months now and he is the most rotten, sassy yet sweetest dog we have ever had. Even though I mostly take care of him, Alejandro is clearly his favorite. I grabbed a small handful of dog food from the food bin and put it into his bowl, with him happily eating it up. I sighed contently, as if I was watching my own human child eat up their supper. I peered over at the fridge, knowing Alejandro’s dinner was sitting in there. I made some homemade chalupas with some homemade churros as a dessert and it was ready about two hours ago, about when he said he would be home, but he has not arrived yet. Usually that happens, but everytime it does it scares me, that even though he is done with the mission, something could still happen to him on the way home. Car wreck, a hitman mission gone right, all kinds of stuff could happen to him. It’s useless to try and call or message him since there’s hardly any signal from where his base is up here at the ranch. 

“Oh Winston, I hope he is home soon.” I say. 

“Oh querida..” 

I turned to look and found Alejandro stepping in, shutting the door behind him. 

“Ale!” I breathlessly said as I ran to him and jumped into his arms, Winston barking happily in the background. 

Alejandro chuckled as he held me back tightly. Alejandro then suddenly pulled me back and crashed his lips onto mine, giving me a passionate kiss. I kissed back, feeling his tongue run on my lips. He really did miss me this time. I pulled back, out of breath, and just happy that Alejandro was home. 

“I am so happy you’re home.” I say, holding him tightly. 

“I am so happy to see you, Amelia. My sweet Amelia.” Alejandro said, pecking my lips. 

Winston was whining and jumping on Alejandro’s legs demanding to be held. 

“Little Winston.” Alejandro said as he picked him up and held him, supporting his back. 

Winston immediately leaned up and gave Alejandro some kisses on his nose. 

“Winston!” Alejandro laughed, making me laugh too, “that’s your mama’s job.” 

I laughed as Alejandro sat Winston down, immediately facing me. He smirked at me, looking up and down at me. 

“What’s that look for?” I asked as he stepped closer to me. 

Alejandro pulled my long brown hair out of my ears and let it fall onto my shoulders. 

“I missed you, cariña. So, so much.” 

“I missed you too, cariño.” I said back, feeling Alejandro pull me in close to him. 

I didn’t even realize how much I missed him until he was standing right in front of me in all of his glory. I always miss him when he goes out on missions, but this time around it was much stronger than before. Alejandro held my cheek, staring deep into my eyes. 

“Go take your gear off, guapo.” I told Ale, seeing his eyes wander all over me. 

“Fineee.” Alejandro whined as he turned and started stripping off his gear, hanging it on the special coat hanger he has for it next to the front door. 

“Oh I also made some chalupas and some churros for dinner if you want it now.” I announced, heading into the kitchen with Winston following me. 

“¡Joder, sí!” 

I laughed at Alejandro’s exclamation, knowing that chalupas were indeed a good choice to cook him. 

“Oh let me go change out of these clothes real quick, amar.” Alejandro announced as he made his way to our bedroom. 

“‘Kay.” I say, taking his dinner out of the fridge and putting it in the microwave to heat it back up and same with the churros. 

I intensely watched the chalupas and churros spin around in the microwave, with Winston on my legs begging for some scraps. 

“Oh stop, your Dad will give you some you know.” I say to Winston, as he continues his begging antics. 

The microwave beeps indicating the food as done. 

“Your food is ready, Ale! Better come get it before Winston eats it.” I tease. 

“I’m comin’, I’m comin’, maldito.” 

I giggled hearing Alejandro curse as he came trotting into the kitchen. He wore a black t-shirt that was a little too tight for his broad shoulders and chest and some gray sweatpants. I took his food out of the microwave and handed it to Alejandro. 

“I just know that is going to be better than some of the other shit I ate recently.” Alejandro commented as he sat down on the dining table. 

“How so?” I ask, sitting down next to him. 

“You never had an MRE?” 

“Nope.” 

“Well,” Alejandro smirked at me, “you’re really lucky you haven’t, cariña.” 

I chuckled as Alejandro dined into his food, seeing a familiar face at his feet. I could see Alejandro shake his head at Winston, but Winston was not giving up. 

“It’s your fault he begs.” I joke, bumping his shoulder. 

Alejandro just rolled his eyes as he finished his plate, eventually giving in and giving Winston a piece of chicken that he happily took into his mouth, ran to his bed, and ate it like a treat while lying down. 

“He’s something.” Alejandro mumbled as he got up but I stopped him. 

“I got it, Ale.” 

Alejandro’s deep brown eyes stared into my blue ones. They said everything they needed to say without him actually saying anything. 

“Okay.” He said with a smile. 

~

“O-Oh fuck.” I groaned into Alejandro’s neck, feeling the finish line coming close. 

“You feel so nice, querida.” Alejandro moaned into my ear, as he upped his pace, “I’ve missed you.” 

I dug my nails into his back and squeezed tight, feeling the intense warm feeling down in my stomach start to release. 

“S-Shit, Alejandro!”

“Amelia, m-mierda!” 

I felt Alejandro finish at the same time as me, both of us holding each other tight as we both hung onto our highs. Alejandro collapsed on top of me, and held me tight with his big arms and I held right back. 

“I definitely missed that.” 

Alejandro chuckled, giving me peppered kisses on my shoulder and neck. 

“Oh trust me, I did too.” Alejandro leaned up and looked down at me with a playful smirk, rubbing his hand on my cheek. 

“You thought of me during your mission?” I joke. 

“You have no idea, Amy. My hand never compares to the real thing.” Alejandro looked up and down at me when he said that. 

I felt my face turn instantly red as he said that. I never thought Alejandro was that naughty. 

“You naughty man.” I smirk, playfully flicking him in the shoulder. 

“Is it really me being naughty if I just missed you?” 

He’s got a point. Alejandro then smiled at me, placed a kiss on my forehead and cleaned me up, as he always does every time we have sex. He grabbed a warm towel and wiped me clean, and to release any tension down there. He then grabbed me a clean pair of pajamas and helped me into them. 

“You’re so sweet, Alejandro. I am glad to be a Vargas.” 

Alejandro looked up at me as I said that. I could tell I caught him off guard with that comment but he immediately took it in stride. He leaned in and kissed my lips. 

“I am happy you said yes.” 

 I giggled, leaning into his chest, feeling his warmth and muscles. I could just feel him smiling down at me as he always does. 

“Let me get dressed and I will go get Winston and we can cuddle while watching that Christmas movie you love so much.” Alejandro suggested. 

“Home Alone?” 

“Yes.” 

I giggled as Alejandro guessed it right. He knows me so well. I let Alejandro go as he got dressed into some boxers and some sleep shorts, staying shirtless for my own pleasure, and went and got Winston. For some reason, it was oddly attractive seeing Alejandro walk in with our dog in his arms, with his broad shoulders and perky chest. 

“I love a man who loves animals.” I joke as he sat Winston down, who immediately burrowed under the covers near me. 

Alejandro chuckled as he got into bed next to me, making me move Winston to the left of me so he could lean in close to me. We put the movie on and started watching it, tangled up in each other's arms and legs, happily content with the life we have together. I never want this to end. 

~

[juanarc-thethird]

Happy Mother's days~

Blake and her boyfriend Jaune visit the Belladonna house for Mother's Day.

Blake: Mom, we're here!

Kali: *Making dinner* That's great. Dinner will be ready in a moment.

After a short wait, they sit down to eat and talk about the past. Everything was going well until her husband was mentioned, who has already gone to the afterlife.

Kali: *sad* You know, every time it was Mother's Day, he cooked his famous pork noodle soup. He made it extra spicy for me.

Blake: *worry* Mom, don't be sad. Dad wouldn't like that. Look Jaune and I planned something for you so you don't feel so alone. It will take a while to prepare. So wait in your room and I'll let you know when we're ready.

Kali: Alright.

Kali retires to her room and waits. After a few moments her daughter enters the room.

Blake: Ok mom, we're ready. I just need you to put this blindfold on.

Kali: Ok

Blake puts the blindfold on her and lays her down on her bed.

Blake: Ok, now just stay there and when I tell you, you take off the blindfold.

Kali: *Happy* I'm feeling a little nervous.

Blake: Do not be. I promise you'll love it~

Kali lies back and listens as the door opens and closes again.

Kali: Honey, are you still there?

Suddenly she feels that something heavy has climbed onto the bed and is in front of her.

Kali: What's going on?

Blake: Don't worry, it's part of the surprise. Trust me~

Kali: O-Ok...

She then feels someone grab her legs and spread them apart, causing her skirt to rise up and expose her crotch. She was going to say something until she felt something big and thick on top of her underwear.

Blake: You can remove the blindfold.

Kali takes it off and in front of her is her daughter's boyfriend naked. His body is well defined, his muscles are big, and his cock was on top of her crotch. She couldn't stop looking at his cock, it was tempting. The shape, the length, the thickness, he looks so good.

Kali: *nervous* Blake, What is going on?

Blake: Just relax, mom.

She moves her hand to her mom's underwear

Blake: Since dad passed away, you have felt very alone.

She moves her underwear to the side, letting her sex be exposed.

Blake: So I asked Jaune for help.

Jaune slowly slides his member deep inside her.

Kali: Oh fuck~

Blake: It feels good, right?

Jaune begins to move his hips slowly. Kali can't stop watching her cock go in and out of her pussy

Kali: Aah~

Blake: *Smiles* How does it feel to have my boyfriend's cock inside you, mom?

Kali: *Move her head back and close her eyes* Mmm~

Blake: Wouldn't you like this young and manly cock to fill you with load after load of hot and fertile sperm?

Kali: *Grab the blankets on the bed tightly* Fuck~

Blake: Don't you want to get pregnant with this delicious cock?

Kali began to think about the idea of getting knocked up and it turned her on.

Jaune: Oh shit, she got tight.

Blake: So you do love the idea.

Kali: N-No, I... Mmm~ I don't

Blake: I see, so this is a waste of time. Jaune, you can stop now.

Jaune, wasting no time, stops and pulls out his cock.

Kali: Huh?

Blake: Is something wrong, mom? I thought you didn't like the idea?

Kali: I-I...

Blake: If you want we can go and leave you alone.

Kali: I want….

Blake: You want?

Kali: I-I want more... Please.

Blake: *smiles* You heard her, stud. Fuck her brains out~

Jaune approaches Kali again, he hold her waist, and starts fucking her non-stop.

Kali: Oh my god, Jaune, don't stop!~ I've missed this so bad!~

Blake lays on the other side of the bed and she starts to masturbate while watching them. Kali hugs him tightly and starts kissing his neck. He then moves his hands to either side of her on the bed to support himself.

Blake: Do you like your gift? He's a good fuck, right?

Kali: He's so intense and big! It's the biggest cock I've ever had! Fuck!~ I never had it this deep! AAh!~ Oh honey, I needed this so much!~

Jaune: Fuck, I'm about to...

Blake: Are you about to cum? Are you going to cum inside my mom?

Jaune: Mmm~

Blake: Do it! I want to see you pump her full!

He started moving with more intensity. He breaks away from the embrace and with both hands holds himself up as his hips give everything he's got.

Kali: Oh God!~ Wait! Shit! I'm not on the pill!

He doesn't listen to her and keeps fucking her pussy. Kali firmly gripped his forearm to the point of her digging her fingernails into his skin. She could feel how his cock is about to explode.

Jaune: OH FUCK!!~

Kali feels how her insides are filled with his seed. How his cock throbs with every shot he takes inside her. His cum is so hot and she loves that sensation. After a moment Jaune pulls his cock out of her, and his cum slowly comes out of her pussy.

Blake: Wow Jaune, you came so much. what do you think of that, mom?

Kali: I think... I think that you might become a big sister.

Blake: Happy Mother's Day, mom.

Kali: Thank you honey. *kisses her cheek*

[levi-supreme]

REIII 🌻 I’m here like an obedient fangirl to get a much needed kiss drabble from you 🥲Its a long list this time 💀

May I Have:

32,2,62 and 85 with ze husband?

I’m in tears just thinking about it 🥺 please feed this hungry Mrs Smith ❤️

(Totally abused my power since i didn’t see a limit on the number of prompts i can request lol. Feel free to exclude any of them)

Hahahaha my dear Mrs Smith, you can exploit me however you like and I wouldn't complain at all <3 also, this might be similar to the very first kiss drabble I wrote you hehe.

Characters: Erwin x fem!reader

Warnings: SFW, fluff. Established relationship (Erwin and reader are married), making out, domestic fluff. Height isn't mentioned but reader is small-sized.

32: Jumping into your lover's arms // 2: Wrapping your arms around your lover's neck // 62: Caressing your lover's cheek // 85: Smiling in-between kisses

It was already close to 8pm when you reached home, five whole hours later than what it was supposed to be. You couldn't wait to change out of your stuffy formal wear and soak in a hot bubble bath, you couldn't wait to eat dinner, and you couldn't wait to see your husband.

Unlocking your main door, you were greeted with a strong fragrance of cocoa, a clean and dust-free living room, and a mesmerising view of your husband standing in the kitchen wearing a white tank top and light grey sweat pants, seemingly engrossed in something. He heard the rattling of keys and turned around, smiling widely upon seeing you. You laughed out loud when you saw how he had cocoa powder staining the front of his tank top and his cheeks had traces of flour. His usually neatly combed blonde hair was looking a little messy with his fringe falling over his eyes.

"What are you doing?" You asked cheerily, removing your footwear and entering the kitchen, looking into the oven.

"I'm baking you a chocolate cake, sweetheart," Erwin smiled, pulling you into a tight hug and softly kissing your crown, swaying you on the spot. Inhaling the scent of your hair, Erwin released you from the hug and pat your cheek. "It should be done in another 20 minutes or so. Do you want to take a shower first?" Your husband walked to the kitchen counter and poured you a glass of water, placing it on the dining table for you. You shook your head, jumping into Erwin's arms instead.

Erwin was caught by surprise, letting out a small 'ooh!' but still securely hugging you nonetheless. One arm was around your waist while the other supported your butt. You interlocked your legs around your husband's waist and wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him close to you.

"Hey, sweetheart, my top's dirty. Your blouse is go—" you hushed him with a finger to his lips instead.

"Who cares about that? Just let me feel you," you closed your eyes and hummed, snuggling against the crook of Erwin's neck. The both of you remained like this, you revelling in Erwin's warmth while he gently pat your back, the fragrant smell of cocoa and butter enveloping the kitchen. You briefly loosened your arms around Erwin's neck, gently cupping his cheeks.

"How did you get flour and cocoa powder all over yourself though?" You chuckled, wiping some of the flour on his cheeks away. Ewin looked away embarrassed, locking his eyes on a small corner on the kitchen floor instead.

"Umm—well, Cappuccino thought it was a good idea to pounce on Albus while he was drinking water and—" Erwin let out a small cough, turning you towards the corner he was looking at. "I'll clean it up later." You turned your head around to look at your two mischief makers lying in their doggy beds, acting like nothing happened. You let out another hearty laugh, imagining the chaos that happened while you were at work.

"I'll help you later," you looked back at your husband again and brought his face closer to yours, kissing him full on the lips halfway through your laughter. The both of you remained lip-locked, Erwin mirroring your smile as he carded his fingers through your hair and tightened his hold around you. Even when the oven started chiming, the both of you never broke away from each other, kissing like it was your last moment on Earth.

"The cake's done, sweetheart," Erwin gently said as he broke the kiss, smiling as he pecked your forehead. Your eyes remain closed as you tried to even out your breathing. Wow, you thought. That was some kiss. You nodded your head in acknowledgement, smiling as you kissed your husband again and again, looking forward to the sweet treat he baked.

Thirsty Thursday: A 100 Different Kisses

[mysteriouslybluepirate]

Vengeance Is Mine- Day 3 of watching Con's Filmography

I'm live posting my reaction cause I don't think this one will be as thought-provoking to need an essay as Telstar.

Love to hear your thoughts down below!

If you have any Con recommendations, I'd love to hear them. I've watched Telstar, Uncle, OFMD, Chornobyl, and Blood Brothers. Planning to watch Cucumber, though I've heard mixed things.

Content Warning for car crashes, suicidal imagery, suicidal ideation, gun violence, murder, explicitly shown drug use, wounds, and overdosing.

the effects are what they are. Keep expectations low; we're here for Sad Con, not anything else, really.

LOVE the DIY suicide chair. It's definitely not how I, or anyone, would do it. Was the plan to bleed out? He'd stumble over the legs, then fall onto the ground. There's a good chance the tape wouldn't hold.

I know he hates himself, but that church has to be freezing cold. My guy, throw on a hoodie and some sweats.

If only you could go to therapy or a support group. Like the one, you watched creepily. Probably couldn't afford it.

You know, that getting-hit-by-a-car effect wasn't as bad as I expected.

I like that since he doesn't talk to people when he talks, it's all cracked and unused.

WHY WOULD YOU GET IN THE CAR OF CRIMINALS. I know this guy you're following was an accomplice to a hit-and-run, and you have no self-preservation. BUT HOLY SHIT, MAN.

Con is too good at playing depressed dissociation.

Imagine being a criminal, and you aren't hunted down by cops but by a guy whose family you accidentally murdered 5 years ago.

Most sturdy switchblade to ever be invented.

GUN TIME, BABY. Does he know how to use, shoot, or take care of it? Who knows? The idea that British people know how to use a gun based on American media and general pop culture is odd.

You probably aren't meant to eat the decoy sandwich. That's to hide suspicion. Not for eating.

GET IT CON! I can't do a single pushup, so this is enough of a training montage for me(I don't think we learn his name, so Con it is. If we were supposed to learn it with the letters in the beginning, I've already forgotten it)

Love the candle imagery/ holding your hand close to a candle for no reason. This makes 2 characters of his that do this shit. why is he doing this? Does the fire make him stronger?

I know this is the first kill, but babe, anyone could grab that gun out of your hand. Wandering around with it out isn't smart either. LOVE THE SHAKING.

OW. That looked like it fucking hurt. Also, the camera angle makes it look like he gets stabbed anywhere from the arm, chest, neck and eye. Which is great. I think he gets it in the shoulder.

"That's my pen." Priorities

I love that Con looks as messed up about murdering a guy as the guy getting murdered

"Just like we killed those bitches" Well, that sealed the deal

I don't know why he's standing up to clean his wounds like that. He could sit, or lie down. STOP EATING THE FUCKING SANDWICHES.

Love interest? Okay, I'll roll with it. Maybe the best time to hit on her isn't when she's talking about her dead husband.

Love the hoodie, chest half out look con.

She immediately went for the tits in the make-out session, a wise option.

Good to know Con-the actor does the whole mouth staring thing to indicate interest. Putting that in my back pocket.

"Still Married?" "Separated." BITCH she literally told you her husband was dead. BOND. make a single friend. I know it's probably just in case so his crimes can't be returned to him, but Jesus Christ.

"Do you know what they (the French) call an orgasm?" WTF. Why are you like this? I will have that line in my brain now. It's definitely going into a fic.

Murder Con vibing to pop music on his way to a kill is just funny.

Say what you will; I'm impressed they got so many locations to film this.

You are in a grassy field, in a dark black winter coat and baseball cap. You should have been spotted ages ago.

CHARGE!

Well, he's got maybe half of them so far. Screwed the pooch a bit on that one. Please deal with your knife wounds. New gun acquired.

If only shotguns worked like that.

GO TO A FUCKING HOSPITAL AND SAY YOU WERE MUGGED

Okay. So in the pharmacy, I think he wanted the controlled substances to kill himself? Maybe? I don't know why else he'd want them.

OH, GOOD. A pharmacist shouldn't do that. Unless Pharmacists in the UK are so much different. Also, he's going to get addicted to morphine, isn't he?

"I'm getting old." MAM, you are WRONG. Not a single gray hair or wrinkle, or crows foot, what are you on.

Also, Sans Undertale Con look.

HARRY. Love the name. Love that they were polite enough for her to leave the room to threaten him.

OW

FROM THE 2nd STORY ONTO A TABLE. RUN. RUN MY MAN.

"He fucking bit me" ICON

I don't know what he's doing, but he's doing it, and he's about to get himself killed. (He's just running through a field wounded for some fucking reason)

Oh no, half-naked wounded Con, whatever will I do.

I like that British people always seem to offer cookies. It's very lovely. In a Paddington sort of way.

WHY DOES HE OWN HORSES. Oh, he left this life to go become a church person for the past 5 years. Funny that he passed out, got rescued, and then insists to be housed and left alone.

WHAT IS THIS WHIMSICAL MUSIC. It's legit from a Breath Of The Wild soundtrack to visit his family's graves.

GET SUITED UP FOR MURDER BITCH.

That definitely isn't how you hold a shotgun, but it looks fucking badass, and he has a shit arm, so I'm cool with it.

Well, the deeds have been done, is he going to kill himself or move on....

HE'S SMILING YEY!

Nvm. Morphine overdose on their graves. Damn. Thought he'd move on once they were all dead. Damn.

Wait

Love interest on the beach?

He joins her?

Is he imagining this before he dies? Is that her dead husband?

Music: 8/10. Not a big action piece that covers the acting. Besides the music at the end everything fit really well. I think they should have swapped the end song at the graves with the first grave song.

Film overall besides Con: 6-7/10. Very self-contained story. Shame he wasn't able to make a new life, but at least he found peace in the end. Con is the only real standout just because it's so short and mainly focused on Harry.

Effects: 6-7/10 This had a budget, but the only stuff that really took me out was the gun stuff and the opening gun fight.

Con:8 maybe even a 9/10. Even with a script where he doesn't talk, he radiates the vibe. He's sad, and not afraid to have those 'ugly/embarrassing faces' I love so much about his work. He knows he's breathing with his mouth open, grunting, and looking half dead and rocks it. He can do so much with just his face. It's impressive. It lets the audience not see him as an actor but as a character in a shitty situation. Loved the scenes between him and the love interest. Loved that he kept up how injured he was throughout the film. When he's stabbed in the arm early on Con makes sure to keep it braced, it's a good touch.

At first I gave him a 8 until I remembered I've watched blood brothers then Telstar then this. Then I remembered the OFMD pannel video I remembered that he is genuinely a fun and happy person, which bumped the rating up higher. He just seems so fucking sad in all his roles.

Movie Overall: 7/10. Would watch again, and wished he got to live a happier life after.

I'd love to see everyone's interpretation of that ending.